Dark! Rafe As A Police Officer And You As His Wife Who Is Innocent

Bubblegum

summary: Zed has a bad day and needs an outlet before he goes on a rampage. guess who has to save the town from a possible Zombie attack? yep. it's you or no one.

pairing: Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - canon doesn't exist here. zombies being zombies. biting. this is not your Disney's Zombie.

💌this is a little bday surprise for @therosietoesy 🩷 i'm still working on your request, my dove, fret not. i just wanted to actually gift you something 🥰

bonne fête, ma belle

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Bubblegum

The thing about Zombies, you learned, is that they need to bite. The Z-Bands keep a lot of things in check, basically slow-release sedation to tamp down those violent urges, but if their heartrates rise above a certain level, the technology is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

And Zed's heartrate? Well, in the wake of the Prawn's devastating loss—that he shoulders the blame for—and another infestation of creepy creature that wants to whisk Addison away forever, Zed is on the brink of a total meltdown. To put it mildly.

His sockets are already black as the abyss when he finds you behind the school, snarling and spitting as he tries to ask for help, for an outlet; need you, now. He grabs your wrist as soon as you get to your feet and tugs you against him. Red lips curled back, yellowing teeth bared, the monster inside him clawing its way out faster than you'd ever seen.

You give him a pretty smile, "You wanna take this somewhere private, big guy?"

And, no, he fucking doesn't. Can't. Too consumed by thoughts of beating his fat cock into you until you scream. At this point, he can barely string together a sentence, words reduced to throaty animal noise. You giggle, sweet as sugar, and raise one hand to cradle his jaw and boldly sweep your thumb across his bottom lip.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" You comment, not surprised when he snaps his teeth at your thumb.

Breathing labored, eyes boring into you as you gaze so fondly up at him, "Want," he manages to growl. You don't consider it an attack when he grabs you roughly and pushes you against the wall, brittle nails digging into your flesh as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs. A long pause wherein he just pants against your neck and then, "Please."

Such a courteous beast.

His Z-band is practically wailing, the sound reminding you to cast that neat little spell you've been using since you and Zed started this thing.

You mutter the incantation between stinging kisses before he savagely shoves his tongue in your mouth, fucking it in and out as he tries to taste every tooth and ridge and soft piece of tissue. God, you live for these moments. When he's completely at the mercy of his darker side. The side he tries so hard to smother outside of Zombietown. The side you love.

Not to say you don't love the whole package. It's just that you're more exclusive with the monster than the man. Person Zed isn't as...upfront about what he wants with you. Less demanding, more cautious. Meanwhile, Zombie Zed is a lot more decisive and has sunk his teeth into your neck to claim you more times than you can count. Hence the rubber-skin spell. Keeps your skin intact and the Zombie cooties from spreading.

He finally releases your mouth, biting and kissing a trail from your jaw to your pulse point. He pins you to the wall with his hips as his hands claw under your shirt, fisting into the fabric before, without warning, he tears it open. Needy. Desperate. Fucking hungry for you in his ragelust.

You can feel him through his jeans, huge and growing as the Zombie takes over completely, and your mouth waters. This is going to hurt in the best way. He grinds himself against your pussy; sharp, vicious strokes a threat of what's to come, all the while panting and snarling into your skin as he chews chunks of flesh that don't tear away from your throat.

Witches and Zombies really do make the best match, you think greedily, equally as frenzied as you yank his shirt over his head. Then it's skin on skin, your bra in pieces at his feet; his big, calloused hand groping your tit just this side of painful. He grunts, hips moving harder, faster, blunt teeth grazing the soft underside of your chin.

"Want," He rasps again, long fingers teasing under your skirt and pressing insistently between your pussy lips through your panties. In a brief moment of clarity, Zed leans back, expression pleading, "Baby, let me—fuck, I can't—" And then it's gone, the green mist rushing back in, making his eyes wild and his movements stiff as rigor mortis.

You don't even have the chance to give him permission before his fingers dig under the edge of your panties and plunge into you, corkscrewing deep as he growls in delight at how wet you already are for him.

"Mine," Zed bites into your throat, and you don't disagree, moaning as his fingers snap in and out, drilling your sweet spot. "Only mine."

There's no point echoing his sentiment, Zed so far under that he doesn't actually care to hear your thoughts, just wants to make sure you're aware that you're owned. He removes his fingers long enough to rip a hole in your panties, then to get his fly undone—the button flying, zipper torn—and his jeans pulled down enough to free his dribbling cock.

His free hand clenches a chunk of your hair and he angles your head, presses his brow against yours, demanding, "Tell me." He teases the fat head between your lips, pushes in the barest fraction, and smirks when you keen.

For a second, you have no fucking idea what he's asking until you remember, "I want it, Zee."

"Again."

Louder, "I want it, please, Zee."

Zed leans in, nips your earlobe and breathes, "Good girl...perfect little prey for me..." and then, fuck, he spears inside you, the feeling like being split in two. He has one hand on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, his teeth deep in the join of your shoulder and neck.

Every thrust is brutal, punching sighs and whimpers from your chest. He doesn't care if it hurts. He needs this. Needs you like this. And you lose yourself in it as much as he does, your nails mauling welts across his back. The sensation coaxes him to move faster, harder, both hands on your hips now to guide you on his cock exactly how he wants. Your tits bounce as he fucks you with everything he has, your brain scrambled from the sheer fucking strength he has at his disposal.

"Close," He grunts. He sinks to his knees, keeps your back against the wall, and fucks up into you with abandon. His head thrown back, lips parted, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby, gonna come."

He slams into you a few more times and then roars his release, biting into your neck with the intention of ripping flesh from bone. Zed stays like that, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills an ungodly amount of Zombie seed, so much that some oozes around his cock. He hitches his hips three, four, five more times before going still.

The wailing soundtrack of his Z-band finally stops. You don't actually need that to tell you he's slowly returning to normal. His muscles loosen marginally, his skin warms; popped veins shrink and his skin adopts a less sickly hue. Still grey, just less dead. It takes a minute for him to calm all the way down, and when he does, he removes his teeth from your neck and lifts his head.

You smile at him, gentle, fond, "Hey, big guy. You with me again?"

Zed swallows. Nods. His gaze falls between your joined bodies, and he licks his lips at the sight before glancing back up at you.

"Did I hurt you?" He has to know, his concern palpable.

"No." You promise, "You never actually do."

He doesn't look like he believes you, but he doesn't argue. Not today, anyway. You watch him take in your torn shirt and basically disintegrated panties and bra. With a cringe, he hands you his shirt.

"You know, one day I'm going to bill you for everything you've shredded," You say playfully in an effort to prove you're okay.

It works, "You'd think by now you'd start bringing an extra set of clothes with you." He teases back, smirking. It's the first time that he's acknowledged how he gets when the Zombie takes the wheel, and you almost miss it because you can't get your brain to get your mouth to work fast enough.

"You keep saying 'this is the last time, cutie, I swear'," You parody his voice as you roll your eyes. "So, why would I prep for something that isn't suppose to happen?"

And Zed looks utterly confused—still cockdeep inside you, mind you, hardly softened at all.

"I mean the last time I'll be rough. You know that I've claimed you, like, eight times," He says, again acknowledging for the first time what happens when his inner Zombie comes out.

You're almost stunned at how casual he's suddenly being about everything after months of ashamed side-eye and stilted aftercare.

"I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe." He tacks on, his expression telling you that you should've known.

Gaping at him, "Wait, I thought all of that was heat of the moment stuff?" You blink wide eyes at him, almost falling back on your ass when he dislodges you and helps you to your feet.

"Heat of the mo—You know I'm still me when I'm Zombied Out, right?"

Actually. No. You didn't know that. You assumed up to this point that Person Zed and Zombie Zed were completely separate entities with conflicting views on what they want from you.

Oops.

"So, when you say I'm yours...?" You ask slowly, not quite able to believe that this whole time you've possibly been Zombie married.

Zed scoffs, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his body, his gaze turning dark and heated. "It means your mine, baby girl." And then, "Why the fuck do you think I come to you when I'm having a meltdown?"

"...because I don't scream in terror and run away?"

"You're an idiot." Zed snorts as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

You shrug, "Apparently, I'm your idiot."

In playful retaliation, Zed nibbles your neck, bites and pulls the skin, chuckles, "Definitely mine." Then, dangerously, "but it looks like I gotta make sure you really understand what that means," he murmurs right as his Z-band beeps its first alert.

fin.

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Overprotective - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

summary: when a Milkovich harasses you, Carl takes things to drastic measures.

disclaimer: reader and Carl are 18+ and this takes place around 11x4.

warning: 18+ readers only! contains pregnancy, verbal & physical assault and verbal descriptions of bodily gore and torture

The last thing you ever expected was for the Milkoviches to move in next door to where you lived with the Gallagher’s, but here you were, living next door to everyone’s least favorite white-supremacist family.

Your husband, Carl, bounded up the steps from your shared basement room, jangling his police belt and halting your train of thought.

“I’m heading to work, see you later babe—” Carl said, kissing you on the forehead.

“—and baby,” he grinned, bending down to lay a kiss on your five-months-pregnant stomach.

“Have a good day at work, sweets! Text me if you need anything,” you called after your husband as he headed towards the front door.

“Be careful today, call the cops if the Milkoviches try to bother you or Liam, okay?” Carl warned, as you nodded. Then he left, in a hurry to catch the bus.

Today was your first day off of work in a while and you had the house to yourself, save for Liam still sleeping upstairs. As far as you knew, Debbie was at work, Frannie at daycare, Lip at his house and Ian with Mickey on a run.

You figured a bit of light cleaning would be therapeutic, then the idea of baking a batch of cookies for your new neighbors couldn’t hurt. Although they had a horrible reputation and you never liked any of them (Mickey and Sandy excluded), you still wanted to be courteous towards them.

—

You nervously made your way up the deteriorating Milkovich porch with a warm plate of chocolate chip cookies, counting your blessings and hoping you wouldn’t be murdered on the spot.

Shortly after knocking, the door opened to reveal a dirty, dark-haired man with longer black hair that you’d only seen in passing.

“Hello, welcome to the neighborhood! My name is (y/n), I’m Carl’s wife and I made some cookies for your-“

“C’mon in, sweetie. I gotta thank you properly for these baked goods,” he growled, leering at you.

You took a step back, down the steps, as you felt increasingly uncomfortable.

“No, that’s really okay. I just—“

“—C’mon, I’d love myself some fresh meat. Although not fresh enough, seeing as a Gallagher’s already had his turn. How ‘bout you let me fuck another baby into ‘ya?” He laughed, low and gutturally like he was about to pounce.

You quickly took another step back, not realizing there was a step down behind you. You gasped as the man grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his chewing-tobacco-and-blood-scented chest.

You gagged and pushed away from the man, not before he was able to squeeze tightly around your right wrist and keep you in his grasp.

“Us Milkoviches like the cops. You better hope it stays that way, or else your new family will just be some rotting corpses in your backyard,” he hissed into your earlobe.

You let out a loud wail, taking him by surprise as he flung you off of him. Your hip crashed into the side of the stairs as you were finally freed from his grasp.

You stumbled away, cookies flung onto the porch as you ran for the front door as quickly as you possibly could. Slamming it behind you, you shrunk to the ground and let out a series of loud sobs. You positioned a cautious hand around your baby bump as your sobs turned into quiet hiccups.

—

“Liam, dinner’s ready!” Debbie yelled as you brought the last of the sides to the table. Tonight, you had fixed chicken parmesan with macaroni and cheese and green beans for what would be you, Carl, Liam, Debbie, Frannie, and Sandy. Ian and Mickey were still on a run, and Lip was doing some late-night repairs on a motorcycle.

You took your seat next to Carl as Liam bounded down the stairs and Debbie finished helping Frannie in her chair.

“Thanks for making dinner, babe. How was your day?” Carl asked, grasping your hand under the table. He noticed your hand was shaking slightly, which was unusual for you.

“Uh, it was okay. How was yours?”

Carl was about to respond when Liam spoke up. He had been in his room the whole day, which wasn’t normal, but you had brought him lunch earlier and figured he was just tired from school.

“Okay, we really need to do something about the Milkovich family. They can’t keep terrorizing us like this!” Liam shouted, waving his fork around.

“Is this about the poop on your window again? Because-“ Debbie began, Liam cutting her off again.

“No! It’s what that black-haired idiot did to (y/n) today!”

Your eyes widened, as you hadn’t planned on telling Carl so soon and you didn’t want the rest of the family to know and freak out. It hadn’t even occurred to you that Liam might’ve seen, or heard, everything.

“What happened to (y/n)?!” Carl seethed. You could practically see steam coming from your husband’s ears.

“It was really nothing, I—“

“He grabbed her and touched her, then he said something about giving her another baby. I heard it all from my window. I was about to yell at him when she pushed away and fell,” Liam explained, waving his hands around animatedly.

“He WHAT?! That fucker is dead meat,” Carl threatened, dropping your hand and standing up. He hadn’t changed since he’d gotten home, so he still had his work uniform on. His taser, baton, gun, all strapped to his belt.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry. My brothers-slash-cousins can be such jerks,” Sandy apologized, reaching her hand over to you sympathetically. You couldn’t hear the voices around you, they’d all turned to the sound of ringing in your ears. You almost didn’t notice as Carl left out the back door.

—

It was almost one in the morning when Carl returned to the basement, silently stripping off his uniform and rinsing off in the basin.

He climbed under the sheets, naked except for a fresh pair of boxers. As he wrapped his arm around you gently, your body tensed and you sat up quickly.

“What did you do to him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Carl, I’m not an idiot. you left four hours ago. What took you four hours?”

“(Y/n), I didn’t do anything!”

“Bullshit, Gallagher!”

“You wanna know? Fine! I stole his keys and drove him to an empty warehouse outside the city. I pulled out his fingernails one by one, then I watched him bleed to death. I made him confess everything down to the bruises on your arm. Then, I tossed him in a dumpster and lit the whole thing on fire. Is that all you wanna fucking know? Or should I go on?” Carl yelled, fists clenched at his sides.

He softened when he realized you were shaking and crying again. He reached his hand out gently, and you cowered in response.

“I-I’m scared, Carl.”

“Don’t worry, that asshole is dead and his family won’t mess with us anytime soon.”

“I’m scared of you, Carl! I didn’t think you were capable of something like this!”

“I only did that shit because I love you, and our baby! I want you to feel safe!”

“Well now I’m scared of the person I sleep with every night!”

“Let me hold you.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Just let me hold you, (y/n). It’ll slow down your blood pressure. Lip told me that he held Tami whenever she’d get too frustrated during her pregnancy,” Carl explained.

Maybe you were being too harsh on him. Carl was a Gallagher, after all. Crazy runs in their blood.

“Can you promise to never do anything like that ever again? It’s hard enough for you to be a cop, I can’t have my husband locked up,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“Yes, babe, I promise. Now get under those covers before our baby girl gets cold!” Carl ordered, smiling at how adorable and worried you were.

“You still think it’s a girl?” you grinned, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I really don’t think the world can handle another Gallagher man. Now let’s snuggle,” he laughed, tugging you gently under the covers with him.

“You have a point, Officer Gallagher,” you sighed, melting into his arms once again.

“Goodnight, babe.”

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no really where you at

please

I'M BEGGING YOU

try on

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, public, blowjob, car head (but hes not driving)

“what the fuck is this flimsy shit?” rafes fingers feel the material of the changing room curtain after he hung the clothes up that you've been piling up in his arms while you flitted around the store.

“i know, i wish they had a door.” you say with a roll of your eye. you set your bag and phone down on the stool before turning to rafe. “thanks baby, you can sit down.” you gesture towards the couches in the fitting rooms, already a couple other boyfriends lounging around.

“alright…” rafe eyes the curtain wearily before cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

when he sits down, rafe makes sure to plop down on a cushion that allows him an easy line of sight to your changing room. you are blissfully unaware of rafes displeasure as you changing into the first dress, finding it a little too tight but still deciding to step out and show rafe.

“what do you think?” you walk between the couches, not noticing the eyes of the other men also looking at you. you assume since rafe would never even glance at another girl that the other boyfriends would give you anything more than a quick look.

you twirl around so rafe can see the back of the dress. “i think it's a little too tight around my ass, do you like it though?”

“shit, baby.” rafe groans, standing up and frowning at the men who quickly look away as he puts his hands on your hips, pushing you back towards your changing room.

“what is it rafe?” you whine, almost tripping over as he moves you back into the small room.

“they were all staring at you baby!” he grunts out.

“okay?” you cross your arms, pushing your chest up even more in the low cut dress, almost breaking rafes attention. “why do you care anyone else looks at me? you know im yours.”

“because, men are fucking creeps.” rafe says. “and you look really fucking hot in this dress, but yeah it's too tight.”

“okay.” you nod, rubbing your hands over rafes shoulders. “let me try on my next dress, yeah?” hoping your soft tone calms him down.

“fine.” rafe huffs, accepting your kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his as rafes hand moves down from your waist to grip your bum.

“be out in a minute.” you step away, smirking at rafe as you pull the curtain closed. rafe cautiously takes his seat again, eyeing the men who suddenly all have their eyes casted down.

rafe glares as one of the guys stands up to head back into the main section of the store, and rafe swears that he tries to peak past the edge of your curtain, his head turning just enough when passing your dressing room that rafe shoots to his feet.

“rafey, is that you baby?” you call when a shadow darkens your curtain, hands coming to hold either edge to the wall, keeping it taut.

“it’s okay, just change.” rafe grunts.

“i’m in my next dress, do you wanna see?” you call.

rafe tugs the curtain open just enough for him to step inside. “i love it. we’re getting it.” rafe says, taking the clothes that you haven’t tried on yet off the hook, hanging them over his arm. “we’re getting all of them.” “but i haven’t tried them on yet.” you pout.

“you can give me a personal try on fashion show at home baby, lets just go.” rafe leans to pick up the clothes you came in in off the seat, pressing them into your hands.

“okay, okay.” you sigh, taking the dress off under rafes watchful eye before redressing, adding the dress to the heap of clothing in his arms. “whats got you so worked up?”

“just wanna get home.” rafe says, tired of being on guard, needing to just be at peace with you in his arms, no other man around.

“okay, baby.” you coo, wrapping your arm around rafes bicep as he carries the clothes out of the changing area and towards the register.

rafe doesn’t make a big deal of paying, he never does, loving to spoil you, especially when most of the clothes you buy you wear for him.

he takes the bags of clothing before you can even reach for them, his hand coming to the small of your back as he leads you out of the shopping mall, towards the parking lot.

“rafey, slow down.” you complain as he hustles through the car park. “my legs aren’t as long as yours.” “sorry, sorry.” rafe slows his pace, glad his truck is within sight. he helps you into the passenger seat once you get there before throwing the bags into the back seat, rounding the hood with eyes on constant alert still, unable to relax yet.

“thanks for shopping with me.” you say as rafe climbs in, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, seeing his jaw unclench and shoulders drop a little. 

rafe turns his head to give you a proper kiss as his hands fumble with the keys before starting the car, giving you another peck before turning towards the road, backing out of the spot and navigating the large truck through the parking lot.

“pull over here.” you point to an empty lot, in front of a store that closed down a while ago.

“why?” rafe questions, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, wanting to get you home alone as soon as possible.

“just do it.” you hum, a teasing smile on your face as you unbuckle and then lean over, pushing the folded down center console out of the way as you rub your hand over the front of rafes pants the second the car is shifted into park.

“baby-” rafe groans, his head falling back against the headrest.

“wanna thank you for buying those clothes for me.” you say, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you undo his pants button before tugging the zipper down, pulling the two sides of his pants open to reveal his boxers.

you press your lips against the fabric of his underwear, feeling his cock thicken as you kiss along his length, the zipper pressing against your chin, but you ignore it in favor of pressing your tongue to wet the fabric even further.

“fuck, baby.” rafe groans, hands coming to his hips as he tugs his pants and underwear down, not caring that anyone could drive into the parking lot and see what is going on. his truck is tall enough with tinted windows that he isn't worried.

“mmm, so hard and big for me.” you coo, placing your hand on the base of his cock, giving it a few strokes as you watch in fascination as a big of precum leaks out of his tip.

you lean forward, tongue sneaking out as you lap over the head of his cock, tongue slithering over the slit.

rafes hand comes to the back of your head, pushing you down. you barely cover your teeth in time as your mouth opens, letting him push you down until your lips reach where your hand is wrapped around his length.

“good girl, that's it.” rafe purrs out, his voice deep and sultry as you suck, tongue rubbing along his cock as you begin to move your head, pulling off his cock slightly before pressing back down.

you moan around rafes length, loving how stretched your cheeks have to get, how deep down he reaches your throat as you bob your head, his hand still resting against your curls, providing a slight amount of pressure to encourage you to continue.

“wish those dicks in the store could see you. instead of staring at your ass they could stare at you sucking me.” rafes frustration is clear in his voice, and despite his dick in your mouth, you roll your eyes as you continue to move, knowing it's ridiculous that he cares so much when you only have eyes for rafe.

you pull off his dick with a plop, immediately beginning to stroke your hand. “no need to be jealous baby.” 

“im not jealous.” rafe grunts as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock. “just annoyed that they think they can look at what's mine.”

you go to respond when rafe pushes your head back down, other hand coming to hold you as well as he begins to thrust his hips up, your hand having to come to his thigh to stabilize yourself as he fucks your mouth, his hips moving up and down off the seat to plunge deep down your throat.

you are used to taking him, but not in his position as you gag slightly, but the noises just spur rafe on as he moves faster.

“such a nice warm mouth for me baby.” rafe says, panting as his arms continue to work you up and down. “such a tight throat.”

you swallow around his cock at the praise, tightening the walls of your throat even further around his dick as rafes hips thrust up.

“so close.” he warns, breath quickening as his cock pushes in and out of your mouth quickly before he lifts up, shoving your head as far down as he can, nose nuzzling into his skin as he cums, releasing deep down your throat as he moans.

you swallow obediently as rafe slumps back down. you pull off slowly, pressing gentle kisses along his length as he softens before sitting up, patting at your chin to fix your ruined makeup as rafe tucks himself back into his pants.

“thank you for taking me shopping rafey, can't wait to try all the new clothes on.” you coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sliding back over to your seat, doing your seat belt as if nothing happened.

“can't wait to fuck you in your new clothes when we get home.” rafe says, clearing his throat as he shakes his head, trying to get back in the right mindset to drive home.

“mhm, after i try everything on though.” you clarify.

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pool party

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, chubby!reader, fatphobia including internalized fatphobia

“i don’t know rafe, i really don’t want to go to this pool party.” you say, flopping down on the bed. you’re truly just not interested in it, not interested in being under the hot sun on a day like today, not interested in being surrounded by thin girls in bikinis, not interested in your boyfriend being the target of every one of those girls flirtation.

“come on baby, it’s for kelce and his girlfriend! it’s their anniversary.” rafe pleads with you.

“they’ve been together for like a month, is that really worthy of a whole celebration?” you ask. you hate kelces girlfriend, melissa. she’s always been mean to you, but never in front of rafe or kelce, and you don’t want to seem crazy by bringing it up to your boyfriend when shes so fake-sweet in front of him.

rafe sighs as he sits down on the bed. “i want to go and have a good time with you. please.”

that word has you melting, and the pout on rafes face, his bottom lip stuck out in a desperate but successful attempt to change your mind. “fine. because you’re so cute.” “you’re cuter.” rafe says, plastering a smile on his face as you head towards your closet. you rifle through your drawer of swimsuits. you certainly aren’t wearing any bikinis around these girls, so you opt for a one piece that has some frills around your stomach to hide any of your perceived imperfections.

you put it on as well as a loose dress over top of it, before sliding your sandals on. rafe is in just his swim shorts and a tank top, his muscled arms on display for you to ogle at.

“ready, babe?” rafe asks. you nod and let him lead you out to his truck. you already feel the nerves starting in your stomach. rafe never seemed to treat you any differently because of your size. he acts like your hips aren’t wide, like your thighs don’t always touch, like your arms arent double the size of most girls. all of his friends on the other hand tease you for it, not as much now that you’re dating rafe, but you still feel the eyes and notice the whispers.

you get to kelces house and all you want to do is hide inside, but rafe is so effervescent, greeting everyone and tugging you alongside with him, giving you kisses on the side of your head when you have a moment alone, showing you off.

“lets hop in, babe.” rafe says, pulling you to a table and taking his shirt and shoes off.

“i don’t really want to.” you say. “i’ll just watch you for a bit, yeah?”

rafe frowns, worried is something wrong, but he doesn’t want to push you, so he just nods and gives you a peck on the lips before running into the pool. you do genuinely enjoy watching him. it’s just the boys in the pool right now, and they come up with all sorts of games, which all devolve into wrestling. 

less than an hour later, rafe gets tired of being apart, leaving the boys to their games to rejoin you. he sits down next to you, but not before moving the chair as close as he possibly can to your own.

“hi baby.” rafe says, slightly out of breath from all the swimming at fun. he kisses your cheek before leaning back, laughing as he watches one of the guys jump out of the pool, swooping up a girl in his arms and jumping in with her, soaking her in her clothes.

“you better take that dress off and come in with me before i have to do that to you.” rafe says.

the thought of rafe picking you up, of others seeing the strain in his face as he has to really utilize his muscles, makes you cringe, worse than everyone seeing you in your swimsuit. you stand up and quickly shuck off the fabric before walking down the steps of the pool, hoping the water obscures your body somewhat.

rafe follows you back in the pool, concerned by how fast you got in. he can tell by your expression that something is wrong, you’ve always worn your emotions and anxiety on your face.

“baby, is something up?” rafe asks, tucking a strand of your behind your ear. he backs you into the corner of the pool so you’re as far as you can be with everyone around.

“i’m just… feeling insecure right now.” you admit. you’ve never talked about it with rafe, no matter how badly you want to ask. want to ask why he sees you the way he does, and not like everyone else does.

“insecure? baby you’re the most gorgeous woman here. do you not like your swimsuit, is that it?” rafe asks, not able to wrap his mind around you not liking your body.

“yeah, thats it.” you say, not wanting to ruin his day. “i just wish i would have chosen a different one.” “ahh.” rafe says with a nod and a pout. “i’m struggling right now because i like how much this one covers-” he traces a hand over your shoulder strap, “because i don’t want anyone looking at what only i get to look at, but at the same time, i very selfishly wish you wore something more revealing.” you let out a little chuckle, which is quickly swallowed by rafe as he kisses you, probably imagining you in something skimpy and revealing. 

“lets just try to have fun and when we get home we can toss this swimsuit knowing you don’t like it and i’ll take you shopping tomorrow for some new ones.” “okay.” you nod, trying to put the insecurity out of your mind as you have fun during the rest of the party with rafe. you really just ignore everyone but him, letting your sole focus be on your boyfriend rather than a girls perfectly flat stomach or from the stare some guy gives you.

“are you ready to go home?” rafe asks, hours later after the sun had set and darkness has taken over the sky.

“mhm. i’m tired.” you admit with a yawn. you only spent an hour or so in the pool before you were able to put your dress back on and the party shifted towards drinking and dancing. rafe had abstained from anything, knowing he’s driving you home and not willing to risk even a single drop of alcohol.

“okay, i’m just gonna say goodbye to kelce, then we can head out.” rafe kisses you gently, seeing the sleepiness in your eyes.

you watch rafe walk away blissfully, knowing you’re so far gone for your perfect boyfriend. you watch as he heads onto the patio to say goodbye, taking a step closer to hear whats going on.

“hey man, congrats again on making it to three months, can’t wait to see what a one year anniversary party looks like.” rafe laughs, slapping kelce on the back. you smile, while you and rafe were not the kind to throw a party for your anniversary, preferring the celebrations to stay between the two of you, it’s sweet that kelce and melissa have so many friends wanting to celebrate them being a couple.

“thanks rafe.” kelce says, clapping his back in response.

“oh and rafe!” melissa calls before he turns his back. “if you ever want to ditch that whale of a girlfriend, i have lots of hot single friends.”

you feel your skin go hot at her words. it’s reminiscent of so many things you’ve been called before. chubby, big, jiggly, whale.

“what did you just call my girlfriend?” you want to go out there and stop rafe before he explodes, but you can’t move, your feet are glued to the spot.

“oh, i mean just look at her.” melissa laughs, and you can hear a few other girls join in. “and look at you! someone like you should not be with a girl like her.” “baby stop-” you can hear kelce trying to interject.

“don’t EVER speak on my girlfriend again.” rafe yells. “you’re clearly jealous, and i would feel sorry for you if you weren’t such a nasty bi-”

“rafe!” you shout, finally finding your voice. rafe gives melissa one last glare, but as bad as he wants to chew her out, you’re his bigger concern right now.

“baby-” rafe says, going to take your face into his hands, but you step out of his hold, heading towards the door.

“i just want to go.” you say, and rafe is hot on your heel, feeling terrible that you heard anything she said.

“y/n-” rafe says as you get into his truck, but you just shake your head. “can you take me home?” rafe hates seeing you upset, his whole lifes purpose since he met you was to never see your pretty face sad. his hands grip the wheel and he takes every turn a little too fast, he’s just pissed right now that you’re upset.

“do you finally see it now?” you ask when he pulls to a stop in your driveway.

“see what?” rafe asks, wondering if melissa had been nasty to you before.

“that i’m too big for you. too chubby. i don’t get what spell you got put under to fall in love with me, but it doesn’t make sense, we don’t work.” 

rafe gets out of the truck without a word, slamming his door hard shut before coming around to your side. he opens it and before you can even move, he has you over his shoulder, marching up the stairs.

“rafe!” you yell as he takes the familiar walk to your bedroom.

“we don’t fucking work together?” rafe asks, setting you down onto your mattress. “we don’t fucking work together?” he repeats, throwing his shirt off. 

“rafe, i-” you want to clarify what you mean, but he doesn’t give you the chance as his lips connect to yours. he moans into your mouth as he grinds against your thighs, only disconnecting your lips to tear your dress off over your head.

he pulls away for a minute to work at getting your swimsuit off. while it dried while you were at kelces party, it’s still tight on your body. you always feel insecure when you’re with rafe, and you hate that feeling, but this is the worst it’s ever been after being reminded by melissa and the girls at the party.

“you’re fucking beautiful. the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe looks down at your naked body, his cock clearly swelling in his swim shorts. “you’re so gorgeous, i don’t want a single bad thought about yourself in your head.”

rafe stands up to take his shorts off, his cock springing free. “come here.” he demands, reaching a hand down for you. you don’t want to accept, you just want him between your legs, but you comply, letting him pull you up off the bed and into the bathroom. he positions you so you’re in front of the mirror. your eyes immediately diverge, not wanting to witness yourself under the bright white lights in the nude.

“no, baby.” rafe says, coming to stand behind you. “look at your face for me.” 

you feel tears well up in your eyes, but you do it for rafe. you meet your own gaze in the mirror as rafe begins to speak. “i love those eyes, those eyes that see every part of me. i love the curve of your nose. i love kissing your soft lips, i love how they always taste like strawberries. i love your cheeks, i hope our kids have your cute cheeks.” 

rafe pauses to take your jaw in his hand, moving your head up so he can bend over your body with his vast height and press a kiss against your lips.

“i love your hair.” he turns your face back to the mirror. “i love wrapping my hand around it when i’m fucking you. i love the way it falls in your face when you’re reading one of your novels.”

rafe kisses along your neck, hands coming to your waist. you briefly close your eyes but a sudden bite to your neck has you snapping them open, continuing to look where rafe speaks about. “i love your hands, i love holding them between mine. i love your arms when you wrap them around me.”

“i love your tits.” rafe moves his hands from your waist to your boobs, cupping one in each palm. “i love the way no bra seems to contain them. i love the way your nipples show through one of my tshirts when you put it on in the morning.” rafes thumbs rub over your nipples until they turn into stiff peaks. “i love the way they feel in my mouth, i love that someday you will feed our baby with them.”

rafe drops his hands to your stomach, and you want so badly to push them away, to not let him so unabashedly feel your least favorite part of yourself. “and i fucking love your tummy. not only is it cute and sexy, but it’s giving me more of you to love. it’s letting me know that you’re keeping yourself healthy and not starving yourself. i love your tummy because one day it’s going to hold our child safe. i never-” rafe pauses to look you in the eye- “want you to feel insecure about your tummy, okay?”

“rafe-” you sob out, letting the tears fall free.

“let it out if you need to, my love. let out every bad thought you have about your body and replace it with my good ones until you have your own good ones. i love every inch of you. everything you see as an imperfection, i see as beautiful.”

you know better than to doubt his words, he’s candidly telling you the truth, what you look like in his eyes.

“can i keep going?” rafe asks in a minute once you calm down. you let out a nod as his hands move to your hips.

“i love these hips. i love putting my hands on them, holding you there. i love these thighs,” his hands move forward, making your breath hitch, “i love the way these thighs protect that special part of you.” he keeps a hand on your thigh while the other dives between, finding your wetness.

his finger circles your clit as you brace yourself with both hands against the counter top. “i love the way i touch one small part of you and it has your knees weakening. i love taking my tongue to your pretty pussy and tasting every drop you have to offer me.”

rafe presses his cock against your ass, unashamedly rubbing it as his hand drops lower, pressing his finger inside your entrance. “i love the way your pussy welcomes me inside because it knows we were made for each other.”

rafe adds a second finger quickly, a slightly painful stretching sensation taking over only for a moment before it becomes pleasurable again.

“i love the way your ass moves when i thrust my cock against it.” he gives an example with a particularly hard rub against your backside. “i love everything about you, baby.” his fingers speed up as he brings his other hand to rub your clit.

“and i hate that you didn’t see it. but you see it now, right? you see that you’re beautiful?” rafe asks, and when you don’t respond his fingers suddenly stop moving, making you cry out.

“say it.” rafe says, catching your eyes in the mirror. “look at yourself in the mirror and say it.”

“i’m beautiful.” you whisper, eyes shining as you for once believe it. if a man like rafe cameron can fall so deeply in love with you, can hold all these truths, for once you can believe them as well.

“louder.” rafe says, his hands regaining speed suddenly.

“i’m beautiful.” you say again, letting your full tears drop onto the counter as your clit pulses under rafes attention. “i’m beautiful!” you shout, and with that declaration, rafe bends you further over the sink, exposing your pussy to him as he slides his cock in between your folds, only removing his fingers for a short second before his cock is deep inside of you.

“you feel that baby?” rafe asks, picking up the same rhythm his fingers were thrusting to. “you say we don’t work? well baby, we fit perfectly together.” 

one hand grips your hip to help him thrust in and out as the other continues to rub at your clit, and you know you’re not going to last much longer, not after all the attention.

“my cock is meant to be inside this pussy. our hearts are meant to be together. we’re it, baby. the perfect match.”

you nod along to rafes words, agreeing in your loud moans. you know he’s right, that you were meant for each other from the way his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you with every single hard thrust.

“my beautiful baby.” rafe praises you. you meet his eyes in the mirror, meet the look of pride and pleasure mixing together on his face.

“thank you.” you mumble out. rafe seems to understand what you’re thanking him for as his thrusts increase in depth and speed, needing to feel that sweet release so he can hold you against him, kiss your face, make you feel loved in every way he can.

rafe rubs your clit faster, hoping you’re as close as he is as his cock begins to pulse inside of you. rafe forces himself to keep his eyes open as he cums, wanting to see the way your jaw is dropped open, the way your boobs sway with every thrust, the way your ass ripples every time he presses his hips into you.

rafe cums with a loud moan, and you have no choice but to follow, feeling that ultimate connection as his orgasm brings your own as you shudder, feeling his fingers continue to rub your clit through your orgasm even as his hips thrust impossibly deep inside to finish as far inside of you as he possibly can.

rafes fingers eventually slow as your heart rate also returns to normal. you push your hair out of your face and rafe gives you a toothy grin in the mirror before he slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cum drips onto the matching white bathroom floor. you know you’ll have to clean it later but right now all you want to do is lie down and rest your tired legs.

“come on baby, i got you.” rafe says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the bedroom, setting you down on top of the comforter. you feel yourself blush as he shows no strain at all in lifting you. “you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe says, laying down next to you. “i just want you to see it too.”

“i do.” you tell rafe, resting your head against his chest. “i really do, thanks to you.”

Party Foul

Warnings: fingering at a party 🎉

JJ looked up from his beer just as a gorgeous Kook girl appeared feet from him, clearly breathless and disheveled. Her hair was up in a bun and her clothes were askew like she’d taken them off and hurriedly shoved them back on. She was hot, even in her fearful state.

She was running from someone.

JJ knew that look too well. When her eyes suddenly land on JJ and she makes her way forward, his breathing seems to stop.

“Just go with it.” You insist just as you drop down on JJ Maybank’s lap and burying your face in his warm neck.

“What the—.” JJ’s entire body tenses beneath you but when he feels you shaking, his arms immediately wrap around you as his eyes try to track the source of your discomfort. The raw urge to protect immediately took hold.

“I’m gonna take your hair down.” JJ says softly after a few moments while the party continues around you. You nod, your lips finding his neck and sending a zap of pleasure through his body. JJ fights back a moan as he tugs your hair loose from its tie but he can’t stop his cock from starting to swell.

You whimper, shifting on his lap and against his cock as your intoxicating scent washes over him. You smelled incredible. You felt even better. JJ grits his teeth as his hands tighten their hold on your waist just as Rafe Cameron comes into view, clearly looking for someone. Now JJ felt even better about what he was about to do. His hands slid lower to find the swells of your plump ass and gave a squeeze. Rafe’s eyes scanned the party, not even settling on where JJ was seated before walking off in another direction.

JJ was just about to tell you that Rafe was gone when your fingers tightened in his shirt and your hips rolled just a little. He was fully hard now and there was no hiding it. Your gasp rang in his ear as you did it again. And again.

“Stop.” JJ rasped, his hands squeezing your ass harder in an attempt to halt your movements but you only moved harder. He could feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of his swim trunks, making his head spin.

“Stop.” JJ bit out again, his hand sliding down the crack of your ass to cup your pussy from behind. You jerked, your tongue coming out to taste the skin on his neck and JJ nearly blew his load right then and there.

“If you don’t stop..” JJ’s words trailed off as you took a chunk of his flesh between your teeth.. and sucked. You marked him. He knew it. He could feel the heat behind your bite and the way your tongue thrashed at the skin.

JJ sucked in a breath as he cupped your pussy harder, dipping his hand low enough to find your slit while his other hand pushed you down harder on his cock. You were trembling again but it wasn’t from fear.

“Is this what you wanted? Use me to get off? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?” Jealousy washed over him at the thought of Rafe touching you and you weren’t even his.

“I’m not close to getting off.” You finally spoke, an edge to your voice that made him smirk. If you weren’t in the middle of a house party, JJ would impale you on his cock and hold you there, not letting you move until you were left a whimpering, begging mess.

“I can feel how wet you are through your fucking shorts.”

“That’s normal when you’re sitting in someone’s lap.” Her smart mouth surprises him and he doesn’t think as he moves his hand between the two of your bodies and dives his fingers under the cuff of your shorts. JJ’s rings dig into your skin as his fingers stroke your slit, the evidence of your arousal no longer a lie.

“So this is normal? It would take nothing for me to slip inside you with all this.” JJ growled, pressing firmly against your clit. You jerked, biting him again in anger. JJ chuckled, circling your clit over and over again until your body shook and your nails pierced his chest through his shirt. You whimper against his neck, fighting the urge to roll your body against his hand.

“Okay.. okay.. stop.. please..” You practically beg, burying your face against his shoulder.

“Not till you cum. Show me how not wet you are or how close you are. Lie to me again.” JJ’s teeth sink into your shoulder and you shatter.

“Oh god..” Your body tightens just as his fingers dip inside your aching pussy and his free hand finds your hair, pulling hard. Your orgasm gushes from you and the only thing muffling your sounds is the music and his shirt between your teeth as you rode out your high.

“Yep. Feels pretty dry to me.” JJ’s sarcasm was evident as his hand slid out of your shorts and you sat up in his lap with a glare. His intense blue gaze didn’t leave yours as he popped two of his fingers into his mouth, tasting you and humming in delight. You licked your suddenly dry lips as he lowered his hand to smirk at you.

“Not bad for a Kook.”

“ what's on your mind? ” you gently question, combing back the small wisps of brown hair from carl's eyes. he was gazing up at you angelically while you sat upon his lap and cradled his head to your chest.

big brown orbs blinked up at you, darting back and forth as they danced over your face. memorizing every freckle, and crease, and smile line for the hundredth time over. “ nothing... ” he sighed- only to close his eyes and tilt his forehead forward. lying it against your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fabric of your shirt with a deep inhale. “ I just... love you, y/n. ”

a hum leaves your lips. smile of loving, graceful understanding stretching over as your nails rake up through his scalp, only to curve down and behind his ear. “ I love you too, sweet boy... ” you whisper gently, voice smooth as silk. an all too familiar warmth to your tone that carl adored. “ always will. ”

his grips tightens around your waist; fisting twisting into the back of your shirt. “ promise? ”

“ I promise, carl. ”

♠️ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 — CARL GALLAGHER

Experienced!Gentle!Carl x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Contains: Virginity loss, praise, swearing, oral fem!receiving, squirting, gentle sex, unprotected sex, talking through orgasm, slight overstimulation, creampie. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Carl comes over to your new apartment on the west side because you don’t want to spend the night alone. But things take a sexual turn after you ask him something.

Word Count: 3,191

Disclaimer: All characters are above 18!

*:･ﾟ✧ 💌 *:･ﾟ✧

“My turn.” You say with a smug grin.

The two of you were sprawled out on your bed in your new apartment on the west side. Carl came over to keep you company since you had just moved in and had convinced yourself that the trees at night looked like burglars. He teased you for this but didn’t mind being of assistance.

It was a little past midnight, the moon and stars twinkled in the dark night, shining a dim light through the cracks of the blinds. Neither one of you could sleep and finally decided to play a card game to help pass by the time.

The two of you had half the deck of cards and you would both pull a card from the top and flip it over quickly, not knowing what card you’ve dealt. Whoever had the higher number got to ask the other person for something. Whether it was a favor, a dare, or just an embarrassing questions. You hadn’t really bothered to set up any strict regulations so everything was on the table.

Carl rolled his eyes yet again for what seemed like the fifth time tonight. He was convinced that you purposely shuffled the cards like this so you could ask all the questions.

“Go ahead. I’m an open book, anyway.” Carl huffed out, his eyes piercing yours.

“Okay..” you say, adjusting your weight in bed. Your eyes scattering across the room as you thought of what to say. But you had been playing for the past hour and were basically out of questions.

Except for one that kept rattling in your mind. But you refused to ask him that. You have no idea how he’d react and how the conversation would shift afterward. You didn’t want to fuck up the good friendship the two of you had going on.

“What is it, y/n? Spit it out, I can see you wanna ask me something.” Carl retorted, flicking his fingers through his smaller deck of cards.

“No, I can’t ask you that.” You try to chuckle off the embarrassment but your flushed cheeks have it away. “I’m trying to think of something else.”

“Well, clearly you can’t. There’s nothing you can ask me that I won’t answer, so just say what’s on your mind.” He says, his voice low and raspy. Sending shivers down your spine.

You waited a moment for your body to calm its nerves before finally mustering up the courage to ask, “Have you ever..?”

Carl, of course, being the idiot he is, genuinely does not know what you’re referring to as you move your hands in every which way, as if they were going to speak for your lack of words.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, his brows furrowing. He watched in pure confusion as you truly struggled to find the right words for him.

Finally you sighed and blatantly asked him, “Are you a virgin?”

He paused for a bit, probably just taken aback by your sudden curiosity. But when he didn’t speak it felt like your heart was skipping a beat, just waiting anxiously for his answer.

“I’m not, no.” Carl replied. His gaze ran along your curves for a split second and went back up to your eyes. “What about you?”

Knowing that’s not how the game works you decided to give him an answer anyway, his voice was nearly intoxicating. You just wanted to do anything he said with a voice like that.

“I am.” You say, but then furrowing your brows, and taking back your reply, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Carl asked, shifting his weight in the bed. Sitting up straight and talk to get a better view of you. “Either you had sex or not.” He chuckled.

“I guess, technically, I am. But I’ve had a boyfriend in the past and I was never comfortable going all out with him but we had done other stuff.” You explain.

He gives you a nod, processing what you said. He really tried to hold his tongue but his curiosity got the better of him.

“What other stuff have you done?” He asks, grabbing your deck of cards from your hands and combining it with his. Completely forgetting the silly card game that started all of this.

He watched as you struggled with your words and fiddled around with your fingers anxiously.

Shit. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. You probably thought he was being an asshole right about now. He immediately switched off all the lewd thoughts of you in his head. The thought of you squirming under his touch at all the unfamiliar feelings of immense pleasure that he desired to give you.

“Y/n, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore I said any-“ he began to mutter out until his lips were met with yours.

For a half virgin you sure were bold. The plushness of your plump lips contrasted against his slightly chapped ones. The kiss started out gentle and sweet and quickly switched to something more hungry and lustful.

A strong arm snaked behind you, gripping the small of your back and gently guiding you to lay down against the soft mattress. Your dainty hands cupped both of his cheeks, drawing him closer into the heated kiss.

He was now on top of you, his body heat making your heartbeat increase and the subtle scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. All of him was purely alluring and you craved so much more. Even if he was your best friend. You couldn’t think of anybody else that you’d want your first time with other than him.

His hands wrapped around your waist, giving the most gentle squeeze as his knee probed against your core. Shamelessly grinding against you, desperate to get just the smallest amount of friction.

But you were a virgin. He didn’t want to rush this.

He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay with all this?” He huffs out.

“Yes.” You mumbled, poking out your bottom lip. “I want to do this with you.”

It took every fiber in his being not to pounce on you and have his way with you right there and then when those words fell from your mouth. But he knew better than that, he was willing to control his urges to satisfy your needs.

“Okay. Tell me if you want to stop and I will.” He replies, his voice soft and low, sending vibrations all throughout your needy body. Having him on top of you like this was felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You could only imagine how you’d be when his dick pressed its way inside you, filling up your walls.

You sighed at the mere thought. Your lustful gaze never left his hands as his fingers danced around the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you, his eyes taunting you with want.

You nodded, giving him nonverbal permission to remove your top. He slowly pushed it up and pull it over your head.

“This too?” He purrs, his warm breath brushing gently against your soft skin. His fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants, eager to get these off and on the floor too.

“Yeah.” You mumbled. Watching his lips curl up into a smug grin as he pulled your pants down below your waist and tossing them onto the floor.

You were left in nothing but your bra and panties now. You shuddered underneath all his soft touches and gentle kisses he pampered your body with.

Strong hands snaked behind you, struggling at first to unhook your bra. Finally when he was successful he quickly discarded it, just itching to get to your tits.

Needy whines escaped past your lips, watching him squeeze your breasts together and fondle them gentle in his large hands. The softness of your mounds contrasted against his rough hands.

Your hands flatten against his shoulders, clenching onto the soft fabric of his shirt as he took your nipple into his mouth, sinking down as if trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth.

“Oh!” You whimpered as you uncontrollably squirmed under his tongue. Of course, you’ve experienced this before but it was so long ago. You forgot how amazing this felt.

“Carl..” You whine, desperately grinding your core against him. You entire body rocking back and forth from the mattress and up towards his body.

He bummed against your skin, never breaking contact with your tits. His warm, moist tongue swirled effortlessly around the sensitive bud as his other hand gave the other a gentle squeeze.

After a few more moments, Carl unlatches from you and rewards your body with warm sloppy kisses that trickled from your breasts down to your belly. Each kiss felt as if butterflies were swarming all around you and you were floating, just overcome with pleasure.

He groaned against the plush of your skin before muffling out, “So fucking perfect, y/n. I gotta be the luckiest man right now, hm.”

His hands wrapped gently around the outside of your thighs, caressing them slowly as he sat up straight supporting himself on his knees.

His flushed cheeks and hooded gaze fell onto you. Mentally taking thousands of pictures of you so that he could remember this lewd sight of you forever.

He crossed his arms and pulled at the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Your heart fluttered in your chest watching your best friend strip right in front you.

He prodded at his joggers, eager to get those off. He left his briefs on but you could see his very obvious hard on pressing it’s way through the thin fabric. Tingles traveled through your core and throughout your stomach, just pure butterflies of excitement to get this experience from no other than Carl Gallagher.

Warm hands flattened against your knees, slowly spreading your legs for him. Two fingers slithered down and met your clothed pussy. Your cute little whines were music to his ears as he watched you grind against his hand.

“So needy, hm?” Carl whispered. “Are you ready for to make your pussy feel good? I’ma have you whimpering and crying all night.”

You shuddered over his lewd choice of words. Your hands slide down and yanked at the waist and of your panties, desperate to get them off.

“Already a step ahead, huh?” He smirked, giving you a helping hand. “So eager for my tongue, I see.”

He beamed with pure amusement as he slid your panties down past the plush of your thighs and tossing them aside. You were completely nude for me, his body ached desperately for you but he pushed aside his pleasure and catered to yours. He was determined to make tonight all about you.

His warm hands flattened against your thighs, pushing your legs farther apart more firmly this time. As if to keep them there and don’t even dare to move.

He lowered himself to where his mouth aligned up with your cunt. It practically begged to be touched, your juices slipping out of your needy little slit, ready to drench the sheets.

One hand remained on your thigh but the other rested at lower stomach, his thumb pressing up against your puffy clit. A series of choked out moans spewed out from you as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Such a pretty pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” He grunted, inhaling the alluring scent you put out for him. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up to the brim, watching it pour out of you when I’m all finished?”

His words were ringing in your head, they were all so much to process. Your hands flew up to your face, hiding your flustered face before giving him a quick nod of embarrassment.

“No need to get shy now, y/n.” He cooed. “We’re only getting started.”

Without hesitation he moved away his thumb from your aching clit and flattened his tongue against your pussy. The moist muscle licking a stripe from your dripping slit up to your throbbing clit.

“Carl! Holy shit.” You cried out, your body curling up towards his. Your fingers ran through his soft locks as he swirled his tongue against your core. Shamelessly licking and sucking you, simply devouring your needy cunt.

Your hands harshly squeezed around both side of his head, desperately pushing his tongue deeper into your heat. He groaned against your soft skin, sending vibrations all through out. He didn’t mind your sudden roughness, in fact it only turned him on even more than he already was. His neglected cock twitched in his briefs from all the moans and whines you let fall from your lips.

He loved the way he was able to make your body move in ways they haven’t before. He loved that he was the first one to ever make you feel this way. To have you overcome with nothing but pure pleasure.

You legs trembled around him, trying desperately to keep them apart for him but you couldn’t help but clamp them around his head as you felt a familiar pool of warmth build up in the pit of your belly.

“Keep going, please.” You mewl, the grip on his hair getting tighter as he continued the same rhythm against your clit. “So close!”

Shortly after your warning, Carl grunted against as your core feeling your juices flood his mouth. A strangled cry came out of you as you rode out your very deserved orgasm.

He swallowed each and every bit of you juices before lifted up and wiping it from his lips and chin. Giving you that notorious grin of his.

“Bet you never had it like that, huh?” He says, his voice low and raspy.

You sigh out in relief, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. You shake your head no, “Never. Not like that at least.”

Your pussy fluttered watching him hook his fingers around the waistband of his briefs. Swiftly pull them down and watching his flushed cock spring out, eager to slip inside the tight hole of yours. Ready to bring you orgasm yet again.

He grabbed onto yours thighs and pushed them back, putting your messy pussy on display for him. He beamed with amusement seeing how fucking drenched you were for him. He couldn’t wait to explore your wetness.

He slapped his heavy cock against your clit, your pussy squelched with each movement he made. Rubbing his member along your slick folds, teasing the both of you.

“Are you still positive you’re ready for this?” He huffed out, “We don’t have to keep going if-“

“I’m ready, Carl. I really need you inside me, please.” You cut him off, begging him with needy eyes and pouty lips.

Who was he to deny that? He gave you nod and pressed his dick lowering, searching for your entrance.

He grunted, his nostrils flaring as you let out a shaky exhale as he sank down into your warm cunt. You cried out for him, feeling his member gently press its inside of you.

Your nails dug into his arms, feeling each inch of him slowly make its way inside. Each movement was careful and his eyes never left your face, examining each and every change in your expression. Even if it was slight. He would immediately stop if he suspected that you were in pain.

But you took him so well. You didn’t put up a fuss as he pushed himself all the way inside.

“Fuck, y/n.” Carl sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head. He had no idea how he was going to last from the way your soft, moist walls clenched around his member. You whined feeling him twitch inside you. “You’re squeezing around me so tight.”

He stayed in that position, waiting for you approve his movement as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

He lowered himself, peppering soft kisses along your jaw and the nape of your neck. Brushing his lips against all your sweet spots he found earlier.

“You can move now.” You say, your voice soft and shaky.

He hesitated, pressing his forehead against yours. His lustful gaze never leaving your eyes as he watched every expression change in your sweet face while he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick inside your hot cunt.

He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts when he knew you could take it, but keeping each movement steady for him to be able to get you to finish first.

Being so sensitive from cumming earlier you were practically meeting underneath his touches. His sweet praises he whispered rang in your ears and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust made your legs shudder and your hips buck up towards him.

“How does it feel? Getting your pussy stretched out for the first time, hm?” Carl hummed through shaky breaths.

Your pussy fluttered, your walls clamping down around his member; earning a low grunt from him.

“So good, Carl.” You choked out, through a series of strangled and muffled moans. “Fill me up, please. I’m gonna cum again.”

He pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, as if saying your very wish was his command.

Your tits bounced as he sped up his thrusts that grew sloppier by the second. He was close too, you could tell by how his cock throbbed inside you.

His groans and your cries filled each other’s ears as the sound of your bodies clapping against each other filled the room.

A devious grin spread across Carl’s face as a hand slithered down your body and his thumb circled around your clit again. You let out a strangled cry, feeling him press up against your aching clit. It was all too much.

“I know, I know. Cum for me, y/n.” He purred. “Squirt all over this dick. Show me how good I can make you feel.”

Shortly after his words of encouragement, your walls tightened around him. You cried out his name, completely unraveling underneath him. Your arousal coated the base of his cock and fingers.

“My turn.” He huffed out. His strong hands flattened against your thighs, pushing them back. You were so overstimulated but you didn’t even care, you cunt hugged around him as he continued to ram his member inside you.

Leaving you a ruined mess as you squirmed against the mattress, “Cum inside, please.” You choked out.

As if waiting on your command, his cock gushed out his hot load of cum. You whined loudly feeling the warmth of his load filling up your walls and slowly pouring out of you.

He fucked his cum back into you with a few sloppy thrusts before finally dragging out his fat cock from your ruined cunt.

“How was I for your first?” He huffed out, with a smirk.

“Perfect.” You say through a shaky sigh.

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“How did you convince Derek to let you host a Christmas party at his loft?” you questioned, laying on Stiles’ bed as you crocheted. Stiles spun around in his desk chair and occasionally put more red string on his “murder board.” 

“Because of my charm,” Stiles turned towards you, clicking a pen in one of his hands. You paused your crochet project to look at him with exasperation. “Okay, fine; I promised to leave him alone for a month and clean his car.”

“That sounds more accurate,” you chuckled, resuming your project. You let out a huff of annoyance as Stiles threw a paper ball at your head. “Why is this so important to you?”

“I thought you liked Christmas.”

“I love Christmas; I want to know what has got you in the overt Christmas spirit this year,” you asked pointedly. You started another row as Stiles let out a short breath. 

“We’re all graduating, and I’m worried that we’ll never spend another holiday together again,” Stiles admitted, scooting his chair back to slap a new magnet on his board. You dropped your project, scooting to the end of the bed so you could look at Stiles. He refused to make eye contact. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you sighed, touching Stiles’ shoulder. “Even being friends with you couldn’t get me to leave this place behind.” Stiles smiled, covering his hand with your own. You knew Stiles was nervous that we would all go our separate ways and never speak again, especially with him attending the FBI academy in the fall. Even the people you knew Stiles would pretend not to miss (Liam, Isaac, etc.), as his friend, you were fully aware he would miss everyone. 

“Y/N…thanks for always being my friend,” Stiles sniffled. You jumped off the bed to hug him, Stiles laughing as you almost tackled him. 

“You’re my best friend, buddy boy– you can’t ditch me,” you collapsed on the ground at Stiles’ feet, a smile covering your face. “Now, what must we do to prepare for this party?”

“Well, Lydia has got most of it covered. I did manage to convince her to do one thing, though, as a gift for you,” Stiles held his hands in front of him like a movie villain, and you started to get very suspicious. You got back up on the bed, curling your legs into yourself as Stiles gave himself a drum roll. “I got Isaac to be your Secret Santa.”

“You what?” you screeched, eyes growing wide.

“Look, even though I think Isaac is the worst, I know you’ve had a crush on him for years. This is why he will be giving you a gift this year.”

“That’s not very secret.”

“I’m also setting up mistletoe all over the loft. There will be other casualties to my mistletoe plan, but I will happily sacrifice that for your happiness.”

“I…have no words,” you gulped. You liked Isaac since you first saw him, even before he became a wolf. And then he joined your pack, everyone started hanging out together, and your crush grew stronger. You jumped at the opportunity every time you got to do stakeouts or other missions with just Isaac. You didn’t believe that he liked you back, though. You were human, a lot quieter than the other pack members, and also prone to word vomit when feelings of awkwardness arose. 

“This way, you’ll have something he got specifically for you.”

“Unless he gives me a gag gift because he doesn’t care.”

“If he does that, then he’s not worth your time. I’m saying that as your friend with the knowledge that you are a great person,” Stiles grins. He turns back to his laptop, feet propped up on the corner of the table and fidget spinner in his other hand. You had a slight smile as you returned to your project, and that smile didn’t leave your face as you spent the rest of the night with Stiles. 

The party happened a week later. You, Kira, and Mason had spent time getting a bunch of decorations to make it look more festive and then left Lydia to boss Parrish around on where to put things up. Lydia had a vision; none of you dared ruin it. It gave you time to go home and get ready anyway. You dressed in a simple burgundy sweater with jeans and boots but bothered putting on more makeup than usual. You even clipped your hair back with some star clips you found in the back of your drawer. When you returned to the loft, your jaw almost dropped with how pretty it looked. Twinkly lights and tinsel covered the available surface area, and a tree was in the back with presents already stacked. There was a table with all the amuse bouches one could wish for, and the scent of cranberries and oranges filled the room. 

“Happy holidays, Y/N,” Peter said from right next to you, giving you a minor heart attack.

“Someone invited you?” you exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Peter. 

“I’ve been tasked with taking coats,” he sighed, already bored. You handed him your jacket and quickly left, not interested in being another meal. Malia was by the dining table eating all the different meats and cheeses. 

“Merry Christmas, Malia,” you said, grabbing an olive and popping it in your mouth. 

“Who knew food could be so fancy?” Malia mumbled, not taking a breather before eating more. She looked like a kid at a candy store, and it made you laugh. 

“Food is still food, just prepared differently,” you responded. You watched in slight admiration as she chugged a glass of champagne before eating half a block of cheese. You wished for her metabolism so you could eat so openly. 

“I like the pigs in a blanket the best,” a voice said behind you. You turned around and felt your heart catch as you saw Isaac, a slight grin on his face. He was dressed in a blue henley, and the lights reflected brilliantly off his eyes. “Although, I’m more a fan of the blanket.” He proceeded to suck off the bread part of the pig in a blanket, leaving you with a confused expression. 

“Did you seriously just suck the bread off?”

“I said I was more a fan of the blanket,” Isaac answered, finishing the rest of his snack with an expression that read duh. Before you could react to whatever that was, you were handed a holiday cracker by Lydia, who was running around and gifting them out. These were wrapped in a green and gold floral print and tied with red ribbon. You held your cracker to Isaac, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He took the other end of the cracker, and you both pulled, the contents exploding from inside. You happily picked up your kazoo and paper crown before helping Isaac open his Christmas cracker. You traded your kazoo for his deck of cards before putting your crowns on. 

“Let me help,” Isaac said, positioning the paper crown on your head at the perfect angle. His fingers brushed down your hair as he stepped back, and you felt a blush coat your cheeks before you could stop it. “Look, now you’re a king.”

“Not a queen? Or a princess?” you asked cheekily. 

“Pretty sure you could be whomever you want,” Isaac replied, hands in his pockets as he looked down awkwardly. For a boy who wasn’t always the best with words and frequently struggled to pick up social cues, he somehow managed to find a way to flatter you. Before you could respond, Stiles clinked his glass to alert everyone to Secret Santa starting. You found a spot on one of the couches, curling up into the corner. Malia sat beside you, offering you a candy cane she stole from somewhere. 

“Thank you guys for bothering to show up today,” Stiles started, fingers anxiously tapping the side of his glass. “I’m happy to be included in this group of people, and…I don’t intend to lose you guys even when we graduate.”

It was one of the more severe things Stiles had ever said, and you could tell that it took a lot of willpower not to break into a joke. Everyone clapped and yelled kind things, though, and you knew it relieved some pressure from Stiles’ chest. 

“Alright, let's start this party as we trash Derek’s loft!” Stiles clapped as Derek glared from the back. “Chill out, big guy; I was kidding.”

You had to give your friends credit; they put together some perfect gifts this year. You were excited as you had Kira the crochet fingerless gloves you had made in pink and black yarn. 

“It has a mitten cover that you can button back,” you explained as Kira excitedly put them on and cooed over how soft the fabric was. Liam did try to steal them at one point before you promised to make him a pair. 

You were shoving a cookie in your mouth when Lydia announced that it was your turn to receive your gift. Avoiding Isaac’s gaze, you watched as Lydia brought over a small box wrapped in brown paper with a silky ribbon. You anxiously untied it, carefully peeling the paper away. You were greeted with an emerald green velvet case that you opened with a small gasp. Inside was a simple silver chain with three different charms on it. One of the charms was the Celtic ruin for protection, another a car with a Christmas tree on top, and finally a coffee pot. 

“I think I remembered that your family uses that sign for protection all over your home,” Isaac mumbled, a flush coating his cheeks as you finally looked up at him. “And the car is for when we were sent to get the Christmas tree, and you argued with the seller for trying to overcharge us. And the coffee pot is because of how you complain about needing coffee every time we hang out.”

You could feel your eyes tearing up as you looked at the thoughtful gift. Not only was it perfect, but Isaac gave it to you and put a lot of thought into it. You sat up, enveloping him in a hug that caught him off guard. Your face was buried in his shoulder as you inhaled the sweet vanilla scent that seemed to follow him. He tentatively hugged you back, bringing you in even closer. 

“Isaac,” you sniffled, pulling away. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The smile that covered his face was infectious, and you knew that if you sat there any longer, you would combust into giggles and likely start screaming (something Stiles has witnessed you do whenever Isaac would do something personal and pleasant for you). You excused yourself, exiting to the kitchen to get some water. As you poured yourself a glass, you also went to the hot cocoa bar and stole a snowflake marshmallow to nibble on. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Isaac ask in the doorway. You turn to face him, softening at the look of concern coating his features. 

“I’m fine,” you reassure. “It was just a perfect gift; I didn’t want to get too emotional.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Isaac whispered, looking down at an invisible spot on the floor. “I wanted to get you something that showed I cared.”

“I know you care,” you smiled, leaning against the counter. 

“I mean, like how I care about you,” Isaac breathed, slightly shaky. You furrowed your brows as your brain struggled to catch up. Isaac looked at you, waiting for realization to set in. When it finally did, your eyes widened to the size of saucers, and if the counter didn’t support you, you would’ve passed out. Instead of saying something, you glanced at the kitchen doorway's opening where Isaac was standing. 

“Mistletoe,” you whispered. 

“Huh?” Isaac looked confused, glancing around before finally glancing up. Conjuring courage you didn’t always have, you stepped right up to him and pulled him down for a kiss right under the mistletoe. He made a noise of surprise before finally placing his hands on your waist and kissing you back. 

“Happy holidays, Isaac,” you smiled, pulling away and looking up at him from under your lashes. His hand cradled your cheek before kissing you again, this time with the confidence of a boy who found his footing. You melted into his embrace, arms wrapping behind his neck and burying in his hair. One of his hands held the small of your back while he preserved your jaw, deepening the kiss. You let out a happy sigh as you let Isaac kiss the living daylights out of you as you thought to yourself:

This is the best Secret Santa ever.

Star-crossed lovers

Y/n's POV

Wally’s POV

Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡

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Drabble Flashbacks

Key:

☆: fluff

◇: angst

♡: smut

Freshman Year

Pt.1 Protection and Cameras 📷 ☆

Pt.2 Ferris Wheel Nerves 🎡 ☆

Pt.3 Ice cream Meltdowns 🍦 ☆

Pt.4 Arcade Nights and Almost Wins 🎮 ☆

Pt.5 Lake day shenanigans 🤪 ☆

Pt.6 Lazy Mornings at the Diner 🍽 ☆

Pt.7 Fireworks and Almosts 🎆 ☆

Sophomore Year

Pt.8 Night swims 🏊‍♂️ ☆

Pt.9 First "Date" 🥤 ☆

Pt.10 Bike Races and Bruised Knees 🚲 ☆

Pt.11 Halloween of 1981 🎃 ☆

Pt.12 Homecoming Proposal 81' 💃 ☆

Pt.13 > Homecoming Dance 🕺 ☆

Junior Year

Pt.14 Late-Night Drive-In 🚗 ☆

Pt.15 Record Store Arguments 💿 ☆

Pt.16 A Mistake That Changed Everything ◇

In progress:

Pt.17 Aftermath - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.18 Doubt - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.19 The Truth - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.20 Collision Course - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.21 Aftershock - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.22 Late-Night Diner - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.23 Rebuilding - Wally’s POV ◇