Craig Tucker X Reader

Craig tucker x reader

Minors please do. Not. Interact.

Warnings: smut.

Lonely To Lovely.

You had been dating Craig for quite a while now, 5 months to be exact.

He was cold, even though you were his girlfriend, he flipped you off whenever you tried to talk to him, or even touch him at that point, he would barely even talk to you. It's seems almost pointless even being his if he's giving you the same vibes as everyone else, no, he's even colder towards you than he is to others.

You had to end it, but how did you guys even get together if he's being like this?

Surely your relationship can't always been like this?

and you're right, it hasn't always been like this, in the beginning he'd give you small gifts here and there, maybe even hold ur hand if he was in a good mood.

But back to the present.

You went to his house, I mean, you didn't wanna end it here. You loved him, but it most have been for the best, it was so obvious he didn't love or even like you at this point.

You knocked one time, he was home alone, no car.

He opened.

- what? He said with that specific voice.

- can we talk, just really quick? Hands started to shake.

- uhm, sure but my parents aren't home.

He let you in and locked the door after him.

- as you said, let's make this quick. I got stan coming over soon.

There was an awkward silence for a moment.

-I wanna break up. You said it quite quick as you wanted to just sprint out of there.

-... Sorry?

- you know what I mean.

- why? What's wrong. Are you ill? You always come running after me.

Yeah, it's not so funny when you realize you're the problem here, you thought to yourself.

- I feel like, you don't love me anymore, you always flip me off, you never talk to me nor do you let me touch you.

- . . . Fair enough. But i can change, I promise.

- I feel like I've given you enoug-

Someone knocked on the door, you both looked at the door that back at each other, it's stan.

-we'll just end it here craig.

-no wait! I still love you, please.

You opened the door and greeted stan and tried to get out of there but stan stopped you.

-hey wait! You can still be around, right craig? I didn't mean to interrupt.

You looked back and Craig gave you some kind off- I don't want him to know- look.

-oh yeah that's fine, come on y/n.

You messily went back inside and took of your shoes this time, knowing that you'll be here for a while this time.

-what were you guys doing anyways. Stan asked tryna swallow any kind of awkward silence.

-oh just talking. You said, maybe a little to fast.

- alright, let's watch a movie or sum. Stan said obviously being bored while you and Craig starred at each other.

Hours pass by, watching what felt like every single Disney movie to exist.

- Imma head to the bathroom real quick, you told them.

- Oh actually I'll go with you, I also need to use the restroom. Craig knew what he was doing.

You went with Craig after you, and stan passed out drunk on the sofa.

-alright let's talk this out, please. Craig said after he had followed you in and locked the door after you guys.

-what is there to talk about? You started getting werid feelings in your stomach, feeling like he's gonna do something but you're gonna love it.

He started to get closer, you wanted to yell at him, but something in you said stay still.

- I can give you more affection, why didn't you talk to me sooner?

He gave in and hugged you, only for a short time.

And that's when it clicked, maybe you were so needy for his touch you didn't notice anything else he does for you. Oh how blind you were.

You cupped his face and kissed him. He kissed back. Soft moans and grunts left ur mouths. His hands going from ur neck down to your waist down to your hips. While one of ur hands rested on his shoulders and other one up his shirt.

You took a breather and you felt his cold hand lingering up ur own shirt to your bra. He lifted one side and feeling your boob, you almost shivered at his touch. So cold but so hot at the same time? You pulled him in for another kiss, letting his hand roam around your body. He pulled you away and helped you get your shirt off and then your bra, he took of his shirt and started kissing your neck this time.

- A-ah! Craig~! You moaned out his name

He started to roam around ur body until he was standing on his knees looking up at you.

You wearing quite a short skirt with only panties under.

He got up again and pinned you against the wall. Holding you with one hand and other one under your skirt.

He didn't wanna take your skirt of, you looked to cute in it. He just took your panties and started to rub your clit.

Moans started to leave you out of the pleasure he was giving you. He quickly covered your mouth, you never know when stan decides to wake up from hell or heaven.

He dosen't hesitate to put two fingers in you, you gasped at the sudden movement.

- Craig, oh please. Mumbles left your mouth in pleasure.

You wanted him now, you needed him.

- pleasee, fuck mee.

-I know, I know. He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

He stopped to take of his jeans and boxer's.

- won't you be a good girl and get on your knees, hm?

You didn't hesitate, you immediately started to stroke his dick and then suck him off.

Small grunts left his mouth.

-hey no hands. He said and you removed them, wanting to give some pleasure too.

He grabbed your hair messily and pushed him into you, you gagged a little at it but rather got used fast.

His head went back in pleasure.

-you're so fucking good darling. Oh you're so beautiful. He praised you time to time. He really was enjoying this.

Eventually he cummed in your mouth, and you swallowed it all, even tho you must say, it does not taste good.

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Trigger warning:

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed.

I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich.

I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass.

I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter.

I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love.

Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal.

Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag.

I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat.

I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current.

With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog.

I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat.

I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place.

I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading.

I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death.

I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her.

I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents.

I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

-Meggie Royer

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REBLOG THIS. SPREAD AWARENESS.

Hey, so joking about suicide is probably the farthest from funny.

There shouldn't even need to be an explanation as to why this isn't funny. Fucking disgusting.

Please get a grip and realize that the things you say on the internet affect people the same, if not more than in real life.

If you think this shit is funny, get a therapist. You're the problem.

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

I know I need to stop making these excuses but this time I'm going thru a break up yippee ( I've never cried this much, I miss him already, and it was my idea to cut contact, this bitch really gave me his number and said "if you change your mind" as a last goodbye beacuse he knows I'm gonna message him sooner or later except this time I'm trying to move on but it's impossible wtf do I do)

Ok, so I thought I was gonna write smth... but idk what y'all want so. Voting time!

I write smut, fluff n like other shit y'all want.

Ok bye pookiez!💋

(Edit here) erm so guys I kinda have a thought for saikik too so just, like or comment if you'd like that to. Thank you lovely's

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