[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Happy Pride Season! It is Pride Month in America throughout the summer. I am back with a new chapter! This one is with TK from Your Boyfriend (read the disclaimers), and let's do this, happy Pride Season. I hope you enjoy this chapter!]
(Disclaimer: I do not support the stuff the creator of your boyfriend did. May it be true or not, I do not know, but if they did do it, I do not support it! Separate the creator from the creation!
Disclaimer: TK is genderfluid, meaning their gender identity can switch from she/her to he/him to they/they. They are also Asexual and pansexual/panromantic. Asexuality is a spectrum, and asexuals can choose to do adult fun time acts. You do not need to have an adult fun time attraction to have adult fun time. Adult fun time acts are a choice, as long as everyone is of legal age and everyone consents, it is okay! Adult time is a physical act, and you do not need attraction to do the physical act! Tk being Pansexual/Panromantic means they are attracted to anyone romantically of any gender, and they will choose to have adult fun time with anyone of any gender if they choose to do them!
Disclaimer: Tk is not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yo Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you, and happy pride season!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Yandere TK X Gender Neutral Reader From Your Boyfriend-
.TK is an easy-going person, and he fell for you hard, from the moment they offered you a fry, and instead of grabbing it, you took the fry with your mouth.
.Since then, they have not been able to get you or that out of their mind, and they fell into obsessive love with you.
.They are a bold person and would offer you help; even when you continue to turn their help down, they will still do their best to be there for you.
.Their love and kindness for you have them cover for you even when you are hours late for your shifts at work; they would cover for you and do whatever it takes to keep you out of trouble.
.TK takes note of how others look at you, and they make sure that no one gets in the way of their love for you.
.They are the type of yandere to warn you when someone is pretty much a creep, and that you should be wary of them. For Example, Peter, their rival, who is also yandere for you.
.As a yandere, they can tell when someone has ill intentions toward you, and they keep their guard up to keep you safe and sound.
.They are a protective yandere that would put themselves in harm's way so that they can keep you safe and sound.
.They also are the type of yandere that will throw shade at rivals and make it clear they do not like their rivals at all!
.They would put themselves between their rivals and you, and do their best to make you doubt their rivals.
.They are making sure that the rivals know that you belong to them and that these rivals are not allowed to be with you like that.
.TK knows what they want to be with you; they are a family person who celebrates Thanksgiving, and their family does not get into politics and is very pleasant. So Thanksgiving with TK and their family is a really fun thing to do.
.TK also has a big BBQ for the Fourth of July with their family, and like Thanksgiving, they will invite you to spend pretty much all Holidays.
.They are doing their best to make you part of their family and to have you in their lives.
.The other things that TK does with rivals is manipulate you so that you cannot trust the rivals that they have.
.They know that it is not fair to you, but TK knows that he is going to do whatever it takes to make sure that none of their rivals end up getting their hands on you.
.TK will use physical force to keep rivals away from you if they have to. They are not going to let a rival put their hands on you, especially if they are like Peter.
.Tk would choose to have sex with you, they are asexual and do not have sexual attraction to you, but they are romantically attracted to you, and when they do become aroused, they will want to make love to you.
.They are a very loyal yandere that would do everything they can to make you feel loved and like you matter.
.They are also a yandere that will do everything that they can to defend you and keep you safe and sound, no matter what.
.When they finally do confess their love to you, they are a bit nervous and flustered when they do it.
.If you accepted their love, they would be even more flustered and ask you how long you had felt the same way they did about you.
.If you turned them down, they will play it off that it is okay and that they are okay with you.
.TK still wants to keep you as their friend and keep you in their life, but now they are treating you like you are the love of their life.
.They are going to treat you the way they always wanted to; this way, they can keep you feeling safe and sound and learn that they do love you.
.They are also pretty sure that it will make you love them and that they can make you see that they do love you and that they are the best person in your life.
.TK is a determined yandere who will not give up on their love for you, and they will do everything they can to make you love them.
.They are not going to give up, and they are not going to let you down. They will be the partner that you need and be the person you deserve.
.If it came down to it, they may be a yandere that would kill for you, for example, they would kill a rival if their rival were like Peter.
.Those rivals did not deserve you, and if those kidnap you like Peter does, then you can bet TK will do everything they can to find you and bring you back safe and sound.
.Even killing all the rivals that they have had, to make sure that you are safe and sound and that no one ever takes you from them ever again.
.They are a yandere that would be your knight in shining armor, and they will be there for you no matter what!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
YBF Peter x reader who successfully escapes? preferably by train for more suspense. like peter is just watch reader get in the train right as it takes off, and he’s so mad but like he looks heartbroken and reader is just happy to be away, but even WORSE, reader runs away with another lover? and maybe that lover is on the train too?
( going back to your touch of glass fanfic, maybe that character is Alastor :0 )
i love you so much for this, MWUAH. But seriously Peter would be LIVID.
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior! Yandere! Mentions of harm! Implications of sexual themes! Mentions of money struggles! Abuse!
ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 HH & YBFੈ✩‧₊˚ * Part two is here!
songs you can play while listening: Kill Bill Remix with SZA & Doja Cat. At my Weakest by James Arthur. Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. Nobody by Mitski. Cold Shoulder by Adele. Mind by MillSoundBeatz. Creep by Radiohead. Me and your mama by Childish Gambino.
𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔
It had started off simple enough. Peter was always having problems with his central air in his apartment. So, the súper of his complex would come to fix it. That’s where Husk came in.
Peter, at first, would wait around watching you while Husk did what he needed to do. Going over prices with Peter, checking the vents in each room, doing his usual checkup on the apartment. Husk didn’t speak much, hardly ever. He didn’t even bat an eye to Y/n. Or so she thought. Because of this, Peter didn’t see Husk as a threat, mainly because he wasn’t. But his employer was.
Alastor was the owner of the complex, running things after his mother had signed all the rights of the property over to him. With his growing fame he was able to keep it nice. Every once in a while he liked taking a walk around the property. This is how he meets you. Husk informs Alastor he needs to fix Peters central air again, and Alastor insists on going. With a few phone calls, Peter tells Husk you’ll be at the apartment to let him in, Peters out for the day.
Alastor walks into the apartment and immediately he finds you, sitting quietly while showing Husk the problem. But he can feel it, somethings off, somethings wrong here. So he goes snooping, and what does he find?
Dirtied clothes, blood on the bedsheets, he can see bruises from where your clothes don’t cover, and he puts the pieces together. You’re being abused, simple as that. Now, Alastor can’t really evict Peter, he pays his rent on time, and aside from the central air unit going down more than he’d like, it’s not uncommon. So, he decides to try speaking with you.
Then you break, you begin sobbing the moment Alastor asks if you’re okay. Husk moves to lock the front door of the apartment while you whisper to Alastor everything goin on, all in a frenzy. Your panicking, scared. Alastor feels bad, or as bad as he can feel for you.
So he comes up with a plan. He sits with you, and he has Husk break other things around the apartment, not too urgent but enough to catch attention of the damage, this way Husk and Alastor have a reason to keep coming back.
“Here’s what we’re going to do” Alastor says, sitting you down. You nod listening intently. “Why don’t I get you a train ticket, wherever you want. You’ll need to take multiple trains though, this way he doesn’t find you.” Alastor says, looking around the apartment a second. “ I’ll go with you, and we can get you settled somewhere else. New name, new life. How does that work for you?” He asks, and you nod your head.
“Anything is better than here. Please just get me out.” You beg, and Alastor nods.
“Play nice for a month. I’ll work out the details, and I’ll come back with Husk for repairs.” Alastor says as he nods to Husk, who nods back. “In the meantime, try gaining his trust. We’ll schedule a day where we need to repair, one where Peter isn’t here. You’ll gather your things, or whatever you can take, and we’ll leave.” Alastor says and you nod, desperate. Finally, finally someone helps.
The month feels long. Having to cuddle with Peter, having to reassure him you love him. That you would never leave him, that he’s your world. It made you want to throw up inside, but at least his trust was growing.
Sometimes you’d cry to him to sell the act, telling him you just wanted to be happy together, that you wanted a family with him. That you loved him more than anything. Then, the day finally came.
“The super is coming to fix the loose pipe under the sink, I have to go out and run a few errands, so I need you to make food for when I get back.” He says, giving you a kiss goodbye before leaving. You wait a while, maybe thirty minutes before Husk and Alastor show up. Husk gets to work on the pipe while Alastor helps take your things to his car. Alastor had used Peters laptop to make sure the train was leaving on time, before the two of you got in his car leaving.
Husk had waited outside the apartment, watching Peter walk in from his hiding spot. From outside, things could be heard thrown around.
“Y/n? What happened to the food?” Peter asks, walking around the apartment. He checks the bathroom, you aren’t there. Bedroom, you aren’t there. He’s starting to panic. Did he get too careless? Maybe you just stepped out, you’ll be back right?
Until he hears a beep from his laptop. It’s dying. He checks the screen, seeing several tabs open. The train time is up on the screen, and he’s silent for a minute. All he can think is how dare you, how could you do this to him? Maybe your testing him, testing his love. Testing to see how far he’d go for you. He grabs his keys off the counter and dashes out the door. He’s going to get you. He has thirty minutes left. It’s three fifty nine, meaning the train should leave around four thirty. Its a fifteen minute drive from his apartment to the train station, if he speeds up it can get to ten.
Husk calls Alastor in a panic, the two of you just passing through metal detectors.
“Hello?” Alastor asks as he begins to fix his watch back onto his wrist.
“He just left the apartment. He’s pissed.” Husk said, slight worry in his voice. Alastor looks over you while you fix your shoes, not noticing a thing.
“We’ll be fine. The train leaves soon and it’s a line before we get on. He can’t get us there.” Alastor says calmly, not wanting to scare you.
The two of you go through security fine and are at the end of the line. Gates begin to close, and it’s only when you hear shouting that you get nervous. Alastor is allowed on the train before you, considering you had more things. But, in the distance, you hear frantic shouting and things crashing. You turn around and there’s Peter, running like a mad man through security, calling your name.
“Miss do you know him?” The worker asks you and you shake your head. Quickly, the train begins to move, and you panick as your things are finally locked on. You had taken too long to get on. Now running down the station you get close enough to the stairs to jump, ticket still in hand. The cart rattles a bit and the door opens. Alastor looks confused, but embraces you nonetheless.
“He found me.” You said, turning around. Peter stands at the station as you get further from him. He looks defeated, hopeless. Angry, hurt. He stares at you mouth agape, unsure what to do. His eyes aren’t on you only though, no, he’s glaring at Alastor. His arm around your waist, and the way he ushers you into the cart with a tender kiss on your cheek. He’s livid.
This isn’t the end, Peter thinks. Not for a long shot.
could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?
The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.
“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”
You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.
Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”
“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”
“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”
You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”
Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”
“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”
Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.
Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”
You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”
Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.
“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.
“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”
“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”
You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”
There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”
“But it’s really stupid!”
“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”
“That’s the biggest change.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I won’t be the baby anymore.”
Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”
Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”
Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”
T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”
You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”
“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”
You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.
“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”
Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.
“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”
Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.
"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.
T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.
“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”
“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.
“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”
“Night, Dad.”
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.
a/n: So, this is just a quick one to get back into writing. Hope you like it :)
Masterlist
TK wakes up in the middle of the night. Not due to the raging storm that held Austin captive for a few days now. Not because of the rattling windows, the loud clashes, or the lightning that is as bright as broad daylight. Not even because of the annoyingly dripping faucet in their bathroom that held him awake for days on end.
No, the reason is a whole other one.
Tk feels hot. Not the kind of hot that you get right after waking up when your body slowly comes to terms with functioning at its fullest. And not the kind of hotness you feel on hot summer nights when the blanket feels suffocating but sleeping without one is awkward.
No, TK feels hot, but solely on his back. He’s lying on his side, facing away from his fiancé. But Carlos is not that far away, merely a few inches at most. Tiredly TK rubs his eyes, blinking sluggishly and tired until he feels like his eyes can keep open for more than a second. His eyes first travel to his phone. He taps it, noticing that the time’s something past two in the morning. Then he let out a sigh. He just finished a twenty-four-hour shift with back-to-back calls and little to no sleep. Carlos had the day off, and TK is not saying that the man did nothing all day; he knows Carlos did. It’s not his nature to just sit around and wait for him to come back. Carlos is a person that gets restless if he’s taskless for too long. TK knows he worked out because he saw the dirty clothes in the hamper. Carlos also did the dishes, cooked a few meals for the coming shifts for them both, and probably cleaned the loft.But now TK is a little annoyed because Carlos dares to wake him up like this, unconsciously, of course. It’s not like he means to, and TK knows it.
TK turns a little and nudges Carlos carefully before he speaks. “Carlos, babe, scoot away. You’re too hot to cuddle.” All Carlos does is mumble; otherwise, he’s lying still on the spot, his arms still somewhat slung around TK’s hips.“Babe, come on,” Tk whines tiredly, grabbing Carlos’s arm to push it away, but he halts for a second. Even his arm feels pretty warm. Tk furrows his brows, sits up, and lets Carlos’s arm slip into his lap. Then he turns to switch on the bedside lamp just to have a closer look at Carlos.
The man does look kind of pale. His usually brown skin is ashen, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead. Even his bed hair, which TK usually adores, looks pretty sad. “Babe?” Carefully, he lets his fingers glide over the hot skin of Carlos’s forehead and cheek, trying to rouse his man. But it’s no use; Carlos doesn’t make a sound and doesn’t move. He just keeps lying flat on his stomach.TKs hand wanders from his face to his neck, finding it equally hot. Then it wanders further over his back. The white tank top is clammy to the touch, soaked with sweat. “Babe, wake up. Carlos! Come on; you have a fever. You’re burning up.”
“Mhh…” Carlos moans in his sleep, his arm instinctively tightening around TK’s thighs.“Baby, come on.” He shakes Carlos’s arm, strokes his cheek and hair until Carlos’s brown eyes slowly make an appearance. He blinks a few times, sluggishly and tired. TK can see the fight in him, the way his eyelids are so heavy they slip shut every few seconds. “Wha-?” His voice is silent, wrecked, really. He sounds hoarse, and the tiredness in his voice almost makes it sound like he hasn’t been sleeping for a very long time. “Hey, babe. How are you feeling?”
“Tired… What’s up?”
“You have a fever.”
“Huh?” Carlos blinks a few more times as if he can’t really comprehend what TK just told him. “Yeah. So, anything else despite being tired?” TK studies his lover’s face. Carlos’s brows are furrowed, face a mask of concentration, of thinking. “Body hurts.” Carlos rolls on his back with a groan. “Okay. Give me a second.” TK is out of bed and at the dresser in seconds. He grabs a pair of boxers and a new shirt. He looks at the material and then changes his mind, throwing it back where he got it from. He quickly slips into the bathroom, searching for something to help with the fever, and wets the washcloth that lies on the rim of their bathtub. Then he’s back by Carlos’s side. “Sit up, yeah? I’ll help you.” It’s a bit of trouble. Carlos is sluggish and slow, lacking the strength he usually sports in the morning. Even on the night of TK’s proposal, he had more energy. But lastly, they manage, and TK can even coax Carlos out of his damp clothes and into the new Boxer shorts. Then he somehow manages to sit Carlos on the ground and quickly strips the bed of the sheets. His lover’s side is drenched, and TK feels he might feel better in clean and dry sheets. “Hey, babe. How about some medicine? And a quick bath?”
“NO bath. Tired.” Carlos whines, his eyes slightly open, cow eyes appearing with a cute pout. TK has to smile a bit and strokes his lover’s cheek. “I know. I brought a washcloth.” He gives Carlos the medicine and tries to wash the hot skin as fast as possible, which Carlos doesn’t make easy for him. He squirms and moans the whole time, claiming to be cold, which the shorter man promptly ignores and softly shushes Carlos. “Tk… Bed? ‘M tired.”
“Yeah. Yeah, ok.” TK smiles again and helps Carlos up. The man stumbles a bit, and TK is sure that he would have fallen on his face if not for his reflexes to grab him around the waist and his arm. He guides him the few feet back to bed, helps him to lie down, and pulls the fresh blanket up to his hips. “All right. Feel better a bit?”
“Hmm…” Tk watches as Carlos closes his eyes and quickly slips back into a deep sleep. He’s slow and rounds the bed to slip back into it. This time when Carlos gravitates to him to snuggle, TK opts for throwing his own shirt on the ground and letting his sick boyfriend cuddle him. Maybe it will help him feel better in the morning.
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: SMUT, PIV sex, pet names so no use of Y/N, cunnilingus, kissing. Mentions of pregnancy but reader isn’t pregnant. MINORS DNI!!🔞🔞
𝐀/𝐍: Icl this song inspired me to write my last TK fic too. I just want more domestic fluff with this sweet one :’)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An evening spent with TK
It was moments like this where you were thankful for the built in air conditioning in your apartment. The summer Friday night air felt sticky and as you continued to wipe down the kitchen countertop with a dishcloth, you couldn’t help but pause every two seconds to just stand there and indulge in the cold air that was lightly blowing on your face before you continued again. You were preparing to cook dinner tonight so the kitchen was only going to get hotter eventually.
Not too much time has passed before you heard the faint sound of keys jingling outside with the front door opening after. Your partner, TK, made their way inside, removing their shoes and placing them to the side. Before they could say anything to announce their arrival, you were already on your toes to kiss them.
“Late night?” You queried. They did come home a little later than usual.
“Actually, I wanted to surprise you, love.” You caught a whiff of a familiar aroma and it was then you noticed the paper bag in their hand with the logo of your favourite restaurant. Your heart soared. They placed the bag on the counter top, unpacking the items one by one.
“Oh, sweetheart. I was just about to cook dinner as well,”
“I know. But I got dumplings from that place you love. Take a break tonight,” they showed you the container with the freshly made dumplings inside. Though you’d rather have a home-cooked meal, you could never turn down some quality dumplings that you could never seem to replicate yourself.
“Alright then, how about you pick a movie we can watch? I still need to unpack and store away the groceries I was going to use for the cooking,” you started to place all your ingredients in their allocated area while your partner took the food to the living room and set up the movie. It didn’t take too long for them to pick one before you were both promptly on the sofa with your food on the coffee table. You didn’t always have take-outs, but you were happy you could end the week without the labour of cooking tonight.
The movie rolled on and you both devoured the dumplings along with the other food down to the last bite. The best part was always the fortune cookies at the end, though. You picked up the two cookies from the table and handed one to TK.
“Okay, you read yours out first,” Your voice was full of thrill and you were all giddy like a child. Opening fortune cookies was always exciting, some fortunes were adorable and some were just so cheesy - you never know what to expect. TK broke their cookie and unravelled the paper inside.
They read out the small paper. “Unlearn everything that you aren’t. Relearn everything you are.” You chuckled softly. How corny…
“Alright I’ll do mine now…” you did the same with your cookie and read the paper inside. “You will know it when you see it. It will know you when it sees you.” Yeah. Still corny. The movie continued on, which was coming to an end, but by now neither of you were paying close attention to it.
“So, how was that project going at your job?” TK was the one to break the silence over the TV volume.
“It’s going pretty smoothly so far. By the way, do you remember my colleague, Marina? Well, she’s trying to have a baby.” You replied.
“I hope that goes well for her then.” Marina was the only colleague that seemed to have a lot going on in her life that she just had to share with you, it might be because she was the only one that you actually talked to. But out of everything she had mentioned to you, her conception attempts seemed to be a highlighted topic for some reason. You also seemed to notice the baby shops that you walked past more frequently, glancing at the buggies with the baby bags. Perhaps Marina mentioning a baby awakened something in you.
“Do you think we’ll make good parents?” It was a touchy subject you brought up. You and TK barely even discussed it with each other about building your own family. It’s a lot of sacrifice but worth it when you’re carrying your little one swaddled in a blanket, right?
“I think we’ll handle it pretty well. We do make a good team. But there is only one way of finding out,” You whimpered, your stomach felt tingly all of a sudden. TK was right about you being a good team. You imagined it all, from the moment of the baby's conception, starting off with a blood clot which would soon develop into an embryo that you will nurture for months. Before you know it, you will have a fully developed life form inside you, you’ll be all swollen, glowing and soon bring life into the world. It did sound endearing but there would always be that perpetual dread of doubts hanging over you. Those doubts of not being good enough to raise the little one. How can a bundle of joy be so daunting?
“We don’t have to try anytime soon, we can just stick to ‘practicing’ for now,” It was comforting to hear that. There was no rush with parenthood, you still had a lot of time ahead. Perhaps now you could just enjoy the two of you as a pair. You reread the paper fortune again.
You will know it when you see it.
See what, exactly? Something that would persuade you to believe that parenthood would be the best decision of your life?
You didn’t really believe in these fortunes or predictions. Too superstitious. But as silly it might sound, you felt a sort of connection to this one in particular and it might just relate to your situation. That was in the far back of your mind now that you were crawling closer to your partner, hands running up their thigh. You couldn’t help but admire just how beautifully they were sculptured from the way the sleeves of their shirt were rolled up and how it hugged their body and their hair tied up neatly. Your mood quickly switched from apprehensive to insatiable and you weren’t going to waste this opportunity to sit there all night, when you could savour every physical fibre of them now.
“Hmm…why not now?” You grinned up at them, a smugness beaming behind your teeth.
“What-”
“Let’s practice, right now.” You leaned towards them but stopped yourself a few metres away from their awaiting lips. Even with their half-hooded eyes and relaxed expression, your confidence was quickly replaced with hesitation. “…Only if you want to, I just want to know if you’re okay with-” you were cut off swiftly with their lips, kissing you sensually. There was that hint of the sweet and sour flavour from the food that lingered on their lips as they kissed deeper into you, not that you cared, you probably tasted the same. They pulled away to remove their shirt that they haven’t changed since they came in along with their glasses and placed them on the table and encouraged you to lean back onto one of the sofa’s cushions, seemingly just as eager as you.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” you sighed as you spoke, feeling their hands go up your shirt and pulling the cups of your bra down to knead your breast.
“If you’ve been waiting all day, why didn’t you say anything earlier, hm?” Now it was their turn to act sly, with extra suaveness in their voice. On top of that, they had the cheeks to ask when they knew you could barely speak and completely fall apart from their minimal touch.
“Mmfh- as much as I love you TK, oh, I can never turn down those dumplings, shit-!” You felt one of your nipples being pinched and twisted, fucking cutting you off mid-sentence, again. Your breathing became more shallow with low moans in between. They assisted you in removing your t-shirt and unclipped your bra. Now, their mouth latched onto one of your breasts, tongue soft and wet as it traced around your bud and teeth lightly sinking into your silky skin. Your sensitive nerves were tingling and sending shocking waves causing your body to tremble with ecstasy.
They kissed down your form leaving small bite marks like little love letters etched on your body. They have your whole body memorised and know exactly where to focus on, all the curves and edges and your favourite spots to get a reaction out of you. Finally, they reached your crotch and didn’t waste a second to pull your pants off while your panties still remained. You could already feel the dampness of the fabric from how wet you were, you just hoped it wasn’t visible on the other side. Your clothed cunt was now being toyed momentarily with TK’s fingers, rubbing it before completely removing the fabric barrier. You were now laying bare, the cold air from the air conditioner caused goosebumps to erect on your exposed skin now.
Their breath brushed against your throbbing pussy that was aching for attention and to be touched already. They looked up from between your legs giving you a sincere look.
“Can I taste you?” They cooed, rubbing your outer thighs.
“Please, baby.” Love making with TK would always start off slow and almost agonising. They want to make sure that they have your full permission and know how badly you want it. It also turns them on seeing how you plead for them to continue, making them feel wanted.
Their tongue started off with your folds, lapping at your heat and gliding over the surface and just barely touched your clit. Tedious lapping turned to sucking which only made your dripping, sensitive cunt wetter. Your hands laced through their hair and tugged at it as you felt their tongue digging deeper into you which got you squirming and slowly losing your sense of surroundings. You would've jerked and grinded your hips if they didn’t grip your legs to hold you in place. You couldn’t control the noises coming out of your throat as you lost yourself in their lust with blood rushing in your ears and heavy pants filling your senses. Your own body betrayed you when your orgasm came crashing down before you could anticipate it with TK taking it all in and drinking you up with your sweet moans. They moved away from your crotch and ran the back of one of their hands over their mouth to wipe any mess and hovered over you again.
“So beautiful,” they combed their fingers through your scalp and brushed your hair back, now having a full view of your face. You knew you were a complete mess, panting and flustered and yet they still admired you. Probably more now than ever.
“No, you.” You were still still gathering yourself, all breathless from your climax.
“I’m beautiful?” They asked in amusement, raising a brow but still holding onto their irresistible smile. You regained your strength and you couldn’t help but just hold their face, caressing their cheeks and lock eyes with them; a mix of hazel with golden flakes reflecting off their warmth to you.
“Yes, you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” You kissed them deeply, tasting yourself from their lips which only intensified as they widened their mouth and their tongues curled into yours but you were too blinded by bliss to care. “If we do have babies, I know they will be just as beautiful,” you murmured in their lips, still continuing your work with your mouths.
You pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly. “Fuck me, please,” you moaned and tugged at their pants.
“That’s the plan, love”
They climbed off of you and removed their pants along with their boxers underneath. Their cock twitched slightly, desperate to be squeezing by your walls. They repositioned themselves and held you close. You could see their cock leaking slightly and throbbing with anticipation as you stroked it a few times, drawing a chuckling from TK. They caved in, you felt every inch being pushed further and every pulse rubbing your inner flesh.
They started their motion with their hips, rolling into yours and thrusting their cock deep inside your womb. They completely enveloped you with their arms gripping your waist and your own wrapped around their neck and your legs around their hips. You both fit each other perfectly and every swift movement was paced evenly. Things would always start off slow, giving you a chance to steady yourself but also to tease you. They absolutely loved to edge you, slowly watching you grow impatient before they pull orgasm after orgasm from you.
You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, huffing soft mewls with each thrust from their cock that was continuously hitting against your hidden sweet spot. They seemed to be just as lost in a haze as you were, completely aroused by how your wet cunt was pulling them back in greedily with each withdrawal.
“So pretty, you always take me so well, sweetheart,”
They dipped their head lower to capture your lips again with theirs. This kiss felt more sloppy - messy almost. They sucked on your lower lips before pulling away this time. They repositioned your legs over their shoulder, allowing them to thrust deeper into you. You wailed in delight from the sudden shock of pleasure. Their thrusts became less rhythmic and more erratic, desperate to chase their peak and fill you up.
You, on the other hand, were only sinking deeper and deeper into the couch. Your vision started to blur from the teary bliss and their movements were starting to sputter, an clear sign that they were close. Through your watery eyes you could still notice the blush that spread across their face from the high blood pressure and rapid rise of body temperature.
You felt them go balls deep with their cock twitching inside you before they finally released. They threw their head back and groaned out your name. Your legs were shaking, still resting on their shoulders with their grip on your ass, holding you in place as they filled you with every jizz ejaculating from their cock.
They collapsed onto, gently not to crush you and blow the air from your lungs from their weight. The room was now filled with your heavy pants along with the air conditioning still humming perpetually, which was now the only thing cooling your heated bodies. They lifted themselves from you, slightly sticky from sweat.
“You alright there? I’ll clean up the table if you want.” they said as they got up to collect the empty boxes from the table. You giggled slightly at the fact that they didn’t bother to put their clothes back on while doing so.
“Thank you, I’ll get the shower ready.” You finally got up as well, moving slowly from the soreness in your body and made your way to the hall.
You turned to look back at the living room, watching TK take the trash away to the joint kitchen and then you looked back at the whole square space. Your mind pictured a baby crawling around under the table and around the couches and toys littered across the floor. Perhaps you would need a bigger place if you were going to have a family.
✉ Request: *BREAKS DOWN DOOR* yikes sorry didn’t mean to do that 😟 anyways I am literally on my knees for Yandere TK 😭😭 [Anon]
!!Warnings!!: Manipulation, Stalking, Obsession, etc.
+ TK would be a lot less psychotic than Peter, and a lot more methodical.
+ Your guard is down around them, you trust them, and they know this, but they really don't want to betray that bond that the two of you have.
+ TK's not as crazy as Peter, but they're definitely not as innocent when it comes to creepy stuff. They probably keep a box of all the items they've collected from you over the years while the two of you have been working together.
+ TK's definitely done their fair share of nightly check-ins just to make sure you're taking care of yourself.
+ They're not proud of the bad habits they hide from you, but they can't help it.
+ They see you as someone that's in need of protection and help, with how disorganized you tend to be, and they want to be the one to offer that sense of security to you.
+ They're slow in their planning, willing to wait, and work their way up the ranks to your heart.
+ TK would invite you into their home, under the guise of protection from your crazy stalker, but in reality, you walked away from one stalker, right into the arms of another.
+ "Y/N, stay as long as you need. I'll always be here for you, and it's not your fault you have some creep after you. Just make yourself at home."
+ They're pretty excited to have you in such a close proximity, but you won't be able to tell from their calm demeanor. Like I said, they're sneaky.
+ While you're staying with TK, they'll cook for you, and take care of you, until you start associating them with a feeling of comfort and safety.
+ I see them as they type to like physical touch, but always a bit cautious being the one to initiate it, for fear of pushing boundaries that you may not want to cross. So as a start, they'll casually brush against you, or bump into you. Anything they can pass off as an 'accident' in order to get some skin-to-skin contact with you.
+ If you don't react in a negative way, then the touches will become more frequent, and less accidental. They'll adjust your blanket, fix your shirt, or even wipe food off your face, and continue on like nothing happened.
+ Soon the little touches just become a norm.
+ When you decide that it might be a safe time to return home, it won't be. They'll make up a story, to keep you scared and locked in their home, where you belong.
+ You're always so eager, that sometimes you make decisions that aren't in your best interest, and that's where they come in.
+ They sat on the sidelines while you 'dated' Peter, when deep down they knew that he wasn't a good guy, and look how that turned out for you.
+ It's obvious that you can't help but make toxic decisions for yourself, so you need them there to help take care of you, so you can continue to be safe and happy.
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Day 1: Fluff
Day 2: Angst or Hurt Comfort
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Day 5: Writer’s Choice
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Day 1: “I’ve never been more in love with you than right now.”
Day 2: Day 2: “Hurts.” “I know it’s going to hurt some more, okay?” “Deep breathes, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” -- This should read "Hurts." "I know. It's going to hurt some more, okay?" "Deep breaths. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
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Day 4: “I’ve connected the dots.” “You didn’t connect shit.” “I’ve connected them.”
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summary~ travis fucked up, but he is going to make it better.
genre~ angst to fluff
word count~ 2.4k
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Everyone knew of Travis and his playboy reputation. You especially knew. Everytime you were about to go exclusive with him, suddenly he was interested in someone else. As much as Nolan loved Travis; Nolan couldn’t let you live like that. Nolan could see how hurt you were, when Travis had his arms wrapped around another girl. He advised you to just let Travis go, but something in you wouldn’t let that happen. When you were finally able to forget about Travis and his compelling ways, he was at your door begging for another chance. You always ended up giving him another chance.
Want to go stargazing with me? Travis texted you at one am. You knew you should say no, but you couldn’t ever seem to say no.
Sure you texted back keeping it simple.
I’ll pick you up in 10 he had texted back after a minute.
ok
You jumped out of bed and changed from your pajamas to some leggings and a sweatshirt that probably belonged to Travis is a previous lifetime. Waiting patiently on your couch, you noticed his headlights turn into your driveway. Before he even had a chance to text you, you were out the door with your bag. You had brought a blanket, water bottle, and some snacks to share.
Good morning!” you chirped as you climbed into his truck. “Your coach is not going to like you being out at 1 am.”
“Hopefully, he never finds out. Are you going to tell him, Sweetheart?” Travis’ eye briefly met yours, before going back to the road.
“My lips are sealed.” you faked zipping up your lips by running your pinched fingers along your mouth. Travis just chuckled and grabbed your hand with the one that wasn’t on the steering wheel.
“What have you been up to?” Trvais asked when he finally found a place to park.
“Just the same old stuff.” you shook off the question. You got out the truck, and laid your blanket out in the bed of the truck. The fall air was cool, and the stars were shining bright. They looked like diamonds. Travis pulled you into him, as you both just stared at the sky.
“Everytime I see you, I’m blown away by your beauty.” Travis whispered into your ear, as he hugged you closer.
“I bet you are.” you dismissed him. Sinking into his body. It’s always like this, but you were going to savor the good moments.
“I really am.” Travis concluded and you decided not to answer. He sat up and jumped out of your makeshift bed. You looked up at him confused when he took your hands, and tried to pull you out as well.
“What the hell are you doing, Travis?” you asked, confused.
“Come dance with me.” he simply said, as if he did this all the time. In reality Travis never wanted to dance with you. He barely wanted to show he knew you in public. Nevertheless, you got out the truck and let him sway you under the stars. Travis was staring at you, but you just kept your head tucked on his shoulder. Suddenly he started kissing your neck and you knew what he wanted. He only called you to be his booty call. You should’ve known. Travis was now kissing up your jaw, and found your sweet spot making you gasp out.
“Wanna take this to the backseat?” Travis asked, looking into your eyes, and you nodded. You couldn’t say no to him. He was your kryptonite. He opened the door for you, and you climbed in. You started taking off your shirt for him, and he was taking off his jeans. You hadn’t worn a bra, and you saw the hunger grow in his eyes when he noticed. “You are gorgeous.” he mumbled out as he started kissing your breasts. His tongue was working on your left nipple, as his fingers were playing with your right nipple. You were a moaning mess. You saw him growing in his boxers, and you were ready for him. He knew your body was ready for him, but he wanted to play with you for a little while longer.
“Travis I want your dick.” you moaned out.
“Patience, Sweetheart.” Travis grumbled out, but moved to take off your leggings. He felt all the blood rush to his dick, when he saw you red thong. He pulled it off of you as fast as he could in the backseat of a truck. Then he got his boxers off, and rolled on the condom that was in his jean pocket. “You are so wet for me.” Travis stated the obvious as his finger found your pussy. You were bucking your hips into his finger wanting more friction. “I told you to be patient.” Travis reminded you as he pushed your hips back down.
“Please, Travis, give me more.” you whined out into the heavy air. Without warning, Travis slammed his penis into you. Stretching you in a way, no one else has. “Travis! Fuck!” you yelled out.
“You take my dick so well, Princess.” Travis praised you. “Do you like taking my dick?”
“Yes! Yes! I love taking your dick!” you were a hot mess, and he loved seeing you like this. Your hair was big and you were falling apart under him. Travis was slamming into you so hard you could feel the truck moving back and forth.
“Look how hot you are. Taking me so well.” Travis kept praising you as you were both getting sweaty.
“I’m going to cum.” you warned, and when Travis heard that his fingers went straight to your clit. He was pinching it and rolling it, getting you screaming even louder. You tightened around him, and he helped you through your orgaism. You were panting, but Travis was still chasing his high.
“I’m getting close. You are doing so well, Sweetheart.” Travis admitted, and you mustered enough strength to tighten around him. That did it for him, and he exploded into the condom. He pulled out of you, and tied off the condom throwing in an old grocery sack he used as a trash bag. “That was amazing.” He praised you one lat time.
“Yeah, it was.” you agreed with him. You promptly start getting dressed again. you didn’t know how much longer you could do this. You were Travis’ secret booty call. That was a tough pill for you to swallow. “Do you even want to be in a relationship with me?” you quietly asked, nervously.
“Oh come on,” Travis scoffed out, “Don’t ruin the moment.” you stated quiet for a couple minutes as Travis was still getting his head in order from the mind-boggling orgaism you gave him.
“Can you take me home?” you asked even quieter. He obviously only wanted sex from you, and you needed to get out of the car before you started crying.
“y/n, don’t do this.” Travis signed.
“Just take me home, Travis. Please.” you pleaded with him, and he huffed as he got himself dressed. You were packing up the back of the truck. He was in the driver's seat when you got back into the truck.
The car ride back to your house was awkward. The radio was the only thing to be heard. When you got home you broke down. How could you be so foolish to think he wanted something from you? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, and slept most of the next day away. You didn’t even bother to try and catch the game on TV, but knew they won when Nolan texted you asking for you to come out with the team. You didn’t want to see Travis, but you wanted to find someone else to fill the void he left.
You got into your best outfit, and did your hair and makeup. You tried telling yourself that you weren’t doing this for Travis, but even you didn’t quite believe it. Nolan picked you up, on his way to the bar.
“How are you?” Nolan asked as soon as you got into the car.
“I’m doing fine.” you stated, but Nolan gave you a look. He didn’t even believe you. “I’m fine, Nolan.” you said again with more force in your voice, and Nolan let the conversion go.
“Travis had been a wreck. Showing up to practice late and tired, almost got himself scratched.” Nolan quietly said.
“I don’t care.” you lied. You really did care about Travis. That's why you had put up with his fuckboy attitude for as long as you did.
“You do.” Nolan stated the obvious, “Travis is just scared of commitment. He really does love you. He’s just worried about fucking it up.”
“He fucked it up, even if he didn’t mean to.” you stated. “But tonight I am going to be leaving with someone that isn’t Travis.”
You and Nolan had made it to the bar, where the rest of the guys were. You went straight to the bar, before even looking at them. When your eyes found Travis, you were surprised to find his arms empty. He wasn’t flirting with anyone, which was weird for him. He shyly waved to you, and you turned back to the bar not wanting to talk to him. He got the hint and left you alone for most of the night.
The air was too stuffy, and you needed a break from everything. You were leaning against the outside wall. “Hey, you okay?” when you turned your head to the side and found Carter Hart, the rookie goaltender.
“I think so.” you mumbled out.
“Bars not your thing?” Carter asked, and you scoffed out a laugh.
“You could say that,” you replied, “It’s proving to be increasingly difficult to avoid someone.”
“So your hiding?” Carter clarified.
“I guess I am.” you concluded, and just then Travis walked out the door, with no girl in his arms. “Fuck. Speaking of the devil.” you mumbled.
“Oh shit. You’re Konecny’s girl?” Carter asked.
“I am not Konecny’s girl.” you clarified. You saw the hurt that flashed in Travis’ eyes, but decided he was worthy of feeling that pain.
“Can I talk to you, y/n?” Travis asked, “Alone.” Travis waved off Carter. Carter left with no problem, and you cursed under your breath.
“What do you want, Konecny?” you sharply asked him.
“I want to ask for your forgiveness. I fucked up. Really badly. I was leading you on, and that was unfair of me. I truly do love you. I’m just not that good at showing it.” Travis pleaded with you. You glared up at him, but you saw the sadness in his eyes, and knew he was telling the truth.
“You really hurt me.” you confessed with tears in your eyes.
“I know. Please let me make it up to you.” Travis' eyes were also glossy. You just nodded, and his face exploded into a smile. “y/n l/n will you please go on a date with me?” Travis asked you.
“Travis Konecny, I would love to go on a date with you.” you smiled, when his smile got even bigger, which you didn’t even know was possible. With the light music coming from the bar, Travis dragged you off the wall and swayed with you under the stars. Just like he did a couple days ago, but this time it was in public. Travis leaned down to kiss you, and the kiss was sweet. He barely tasted like alcohol, which made you more confident. You now knew for sure that was him talking, not the alcohol. When he pulled back, he just let your forehead rest on each other.
Travis picked you up the next Friday night for your date. He was dressed up in a suit you’ve never seen him wear, making you think he went out and bought it. You had on a red dress, and did your hair and makeup. You felt beautiful and confident. Travis knocked on your front door, and led you to his truck. Then he opened the door for you helping you up into it. Everything was going great. He even let you play your music from the aux cord.
The restaurant he took you to was nothing less than fancy. There was chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and there were candles on the table. Everything was so romantic. You insisted on paying for your meal, but Travis was having none of that. He insisted that it would just be ungentlemanlike to let you pay, and you rolled your eyes.
After dinner, Travis asked if he could blind fold you. You were skeptical, but trusted him. He was driving through winding paths, and after what felt like ten minutes, Travis stopped the truck. He killed the engine, and opened your door for you. When he had you take off the blindfold, he had his arm wrapped around your waist. “This is where I go to just get away from everything.” he explained. Travis had taken you to his hiding spot. The spot was up on a hill, and overlooked Philly. All the lights were shining. When you looked over at Travis you found him already looking at you.
“It's beautiful.” you mumbled.
“Yeah it is.” He agreed but didn’t even look away from you. You stood on your tiptoes, and he leaned down to let your lips meet in a kiss. After the kiss, Travis got a blanket that was in his backseat, and laid it out on the ground. He sat down and you followed suit. He held you as he told you stories about his family and hockey teammates. Travis was letting you in, and you couldn’t be happier.
“I love you, Travis Konecny.” you interrupted his story, about something Nolan had done on their most recent road trip.
“I love you too, y/n l/n.” Travis said back. Leaning down to kiss you again. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes.” you said. As you laid under the stars, you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with Travis Konecny, and he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you.
