#I just really wanted to see a nice muscular thigh in white stocking

[yunkiyoe]

Happy New Year

[violetbutterflix]

Baby, I need to know, mmm (Yea, need to know)

Character: Satoru Gojo

Warnings: boobjob, blowjob, gojo cries and whimpers, reader and gojo are dating.

☆Your boyfriend has been eating a lot of sweets lately. He's so addicted to them that you're concerned about his health. You have an easy solution for his addiction: simply give him a new kind of sweetness—yourself instead.

(This is my first time writing smut so please go easy on me guys)

You've been dating Gojo for a few years, and the relationship is great. He buys you a lot of things you've always wanted; he loves to spoil you with love and desserts—oh, especially desserts. Given his sweet tooth, it's no surprise that he buys an extremely large amount, to the point where the pantry in the penthouse is filled with sweets: macarons, cookies, chocolate, and enough more to stock a bakery. It's concerning how quickly he can consume such large quantities.

"Satoru Gojo," you sigh, looking at your boyfriend with a frown. "This is the fourth time this week I've caught you eating cheesecake."

Your boyfriend with a spoonful of cheesecake, looks at you innocently as if he hasn't done anything wrong. "Mmmm, you mad that you didn't get a taste? Sorry, this one is mine."

A playful smirk appears on his handsome face as if he's challenging you to make him change his mind. He's so cocky and confident of himself that you swear you will wipe that shit off.

"Do you not care about cavities? No more sweets this week.”

Does he think that just because he's the strongest, you have to put up with his teasing and he can easily get away with this? Perhaps it's time to put him in his place.

"Nah, I'll simply replace all of my teeth, baby." He doesn't seem to be scared of your warning, rather amused by it.

“You’ll be fine.”

"What? No, I won't be fine—”

Before Gojo can finish his dramatic whining, you quickly press your lips against his in an aggressive way. Gojo's eyes widen at your sudden move. A soft pink hue paints his cheeks as you lick his bottom lip, tasting the remnants of the cheesecake. In that moment, Gojo melts into you, his body craving more of you immediately. His hand wraps around your waist while his other hand finds its way to your back, gently pulling you closer to him as he returns the kiss with more passion.

You take the chance while his guard is down, taking the plate of cheesecake from his hands and placing it on the bedside table. Your hand cups his cheek, caressing his silky smooth skin, making you want to kiss him every day until he's covered with nothing but your kisses. Your free hand travels down to his white t-shirt, roaming over his muscular chest, abs, hips, and stops when it reaches his crotch. You break the kiss, leaving him breathless and whining about how much he wants you through a disappointed look.

You can feel the growing bulge in his tight black pants in the palm of your hand as you slowly rub it. “Aww, look at you. We just got started.”

Gojo can’t even think straight anymore; his bulge against the fabric has started to get really uncomfortable for him, and the addition of your hand around it doesn’t even help at all. “[Reader]...please.”

“Please what, Satoru? Use your words. Baby, I need to know.”

The words seem to be stuck in his throat as his eyes flutter closed, trying to finish his sentence. “Please..mph…touch me.”

You hum, leaning down to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down to his thighs, followed by the boxers. His free thick cock is right in front of your face, making you drool over it. You swallow your saliva, trying not to rush this moment. Your hands are back to yourself to assist you lifting your shirt over your shoulders, letting him see a nice view of your boobs.

“Fuck…[Reader]...No bra, huh?”

Gojo swears that his breath is being taken away by the sight of you. How can you look so beautiful and perfect like this? That alone turns him on even more.

When you drop kisses on the tip, Gojo loses it completely. He whines, practically begging you for more. “[Reader], please…ngh…need you so bad.”

You parted your lips, taking his entire cock inside your mouth. Your tongue slowly swirls around his thick cock in circular movements as you caress his balls. Gojo’s head slams back against the bed headboard, and his gaze never leaves yours. His hand settles on your head, gripping a handful of your hair in a gentle way to keep his balance before he falls apart even more. Your hands leave his balls, using them to rub your breasts against his cock. The way your soft and squishy breasts sandwich his cock makes him choke on his own saliva.

“Fuck…You’re doing so good, [Reader]...mph…ah..”He whimpers loudly; his grip tightens your hair, but not enough to hurt you. His back arches as he cries out your name in pleasure, feeling even more weak and vulnerable as time passes by. You continue to suck his cock rapidly, and it builds the pleasure up to his brain. His pre-cum is leaking out on your tongue, coming down to your throat.

The looks you give him as you suck him off make his body tremble, and his breath sticks in his throat. His eyes are getting blurry, tears rolling down out of the corner of his eyes as he cums inside your mouth. Your cheeks are filled with his hot cum, causing you to moan his name with your eyes rolling back to your head. Once your lips leave his cock, you stick your tongue out to show Gojo his cum on you, and the strand of your saliva that connects to his cock is enough to make him cum again, but on your pretty face this time. Some of his cum falls down on your boobs.

“Fuck…” Gojo curses under his breath as he lets go of your hair. “[Reader]...ah…You’re too good at this. Good girl.”

You swallow his cum down your throat. The simple words “good girl” that escape your boyfriend’s lips turn you on more than you’ve expected. Gojo’s hand caresses your face, wiping away his mess. Then, unexpectedly, he gently flips you over and pushes you against the bed, your stomach playing flat on the bed sheet while your face is stuffed against the pillow. He leans down, his hot breath against your ear as his hands travel down on your back. “Now let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

Yeah, Gojo doesn't eat any sweets that week. Not when he can eat you out instead.

[divine-misfortune]

Feminization but it's an act of love, not a play at humiliation.

Making Swiss know that he's handsome as a boy, of course he is, absolutely perfect, but Rain wants him to know he's just as lovely when he's being a pretty girl for him.

Taking the day to pamper Swiss, make him really live in the experience of being treated like a princess. Paints his nails, shaves him smooth (which takes longer than either of them really anticipated), does his makeup, oh Rain takes such good care of him. Doesn't make Swiss lift a finger, even goes as far as to dress Swiss himself. Oh Rain takes great pleasure in being the one to roll those stockings up his muscular legs, chuckling as he snaps the elastic against his thigh.

And when all the hard work is done, Rain sits him at the edge of his bed facing the mirror. Drapes himself over his back, arms around his neck, nuzzling sweetly against his cheek as he coos over the pretty girl he is. Swiss, used to a much harsher version of Rain, feels far more embarrassed over kindness than he ever has from his cruelty (and that's saying something). When his eyes shift away from the mirror, Rain tsks at him and with a hand under his jaw guides him back.

"Want you to look at yourself." He kisses at his temple and noses into his hair, breath close to his ear. "See how nice you look for me, always so rugged and handsome but now you're-"

"Pretty..." Swiss exhales as he looks at himself and the way his knees draw together. His hands are folded in his lap, sitting respectfully as an excuse to press down against his cock already beginning to fatten up against its lacy confines. The word sent something sharp and hot zipping down his spine, excitement, nerves, anticipation.

"Mm, that's right...Knew you could be pretty too, absolutely beautiful babygirl."

The petname makes Swiss' eyes go wide, gold irises darkening.

Rain smiles coyly as he runs his hand flat along the curves of his body, over the simple white dress he'd picked out, to settle over the mutli ghoul's folded hands. Adding to the pressure, Swiss' red painted lips parting to curse as he ultimately melts into Rain's embrace.

"Gonna make the perfect pillow princess, I know you are." He purrs as Swiss' hands give way to him, slowly beginning to stroke the length of his cock through lace and cotton. It's enough to have Swiss' eyes fluttering as he nods weakly. "Is that what my sweet girl wants?"

"Fuck...Rain, please." Swiss almost tries to buck upwards, greedily find a way to fuck into his fist despite the layers between his dick and Rain's hand.

"You know how to ask for it, love. Use your words, just like I taught you."

Visibly hesitating, Rain gives his shaft a little squeeze and Swiss can't help the sad warbled sound of need that escapes him or the pearl of pre starting to form a wet spot on the dress. His gaze fixes on the slow almost torturous way Rain strokes him, lips left parted as his brain struggles to keep up. The little pressure of his thumb dragging over the head of his cock, only adding to the damp patch, is the last little bit of encouragement needed to make Swiss fold.

"Please, please fuck my cunt, sir...I've been a good girl."

Well, the blood rushed from Rain's head so fast he nearly blacked out.

[thededebean]

I work as a office administrator for a budding tech company downtown and have to dress up fancy for work everyday and go to the office. It's nice to come home to my boyfriend everyday but I am extremely jealous as he works mostly from home.

Xander had recently started working at home after switching careers last month into sales. He doesn't really have a background for it but honey, he could sell water to fish.

When he's not out making connections, he's at home in meetings. I've never seen him in action but I can only imagine they're a snoozefest.

Monday through Friday the same thing for both of us. Wake up, get ready for work, do the job, spend our evenings together. It was starting to become a bit monotonous.... Not us. But the day to day.... We were still very much red hot about each other.

One Tuesday, I just didn't feel like going to work after I already left the house.

In the interest of safety I drove with my driving slippers on in the car but brought with be my stilettoes.

My boss always appreciates me wearing them around. He says it "boosts morale."

Who's morale? I am certain it's not Stacy... My slightly prudish but closest co-worker. It's a male-dominated industry. Not Hard to put two and two together. The men like it.

I am also wearing a white button up top and pencil skirt that might just be a bit too short for the office. Complete with a deep slit up the back hem.

I like the attention at garners me. It's all pulled together with fishnet stockings.

This outfit might be cliche for someone in my profession but I know what I like.

I pull back into the driveway of our house and see my loves truck still there.

I exit the car with my slippers still on, wondering if I can sneak in the house without him knowing. Maybe I can listen in on a Zoom call he has.

I walk around and let myself through the back door. Careful not to make much noise.

I spot him on the other side of the dining room focused on the screen. He must be on camera today as he has a button-up shirt on. He hasn't noticed me yet.

I hike up my skirt as to not crease it, get down on all fours and scurry underneath the table.

I rest my butt on my heels and smile at the sight in front of me. Xander's only wearing underwear on his lower half.

I feel so naughty being under here, staring at his muscular body. Listening to the drone of the chat. I wonder what I want to do next.

After studying him and listening in for a few minutes, he starts rubbing his thigh and abdomen. This is how I know he liked to 'warm himself up.'

Slowly I started to see his jiggly cock tent up in his boxers.

This must have been one incredibly boring meeting. But the last thing that I was right now was incredibly bored.

He continues to rub his abdomen lower and lower. He was definitely teasing himself. In turn this was teasing me.

As I sat there watching Xander move his hands over everything but his torso and cock I was becoming incredibly turned on. Not knowing how I would surprise him by my presence while still lurking underneath the table. I figured maybe it was a good time to play along with him.

After all I didn't want to disrupt his call by startling him. Certainly wrapping my hands or my lips around his cock would cause him to jump.

I adjusted myself under the table and further hiked my skirt up around my hips. I unbuttoned my shirt which uncovered my tits... perfectly inside my lacy pink, see-through bra.

Now I sat on my bottom. Widening my legs exposed the intentional and purposeful slit in my stockings right at my pussy. I joined Xander in rubbing my own thighs and tummy as well. Occasionally tracing up to the fabric over my nipples.

Xander suddenly shifted in his seat, and I heard him clear his throat. I then watched his hand move into his boxers and pull out his cock. He must have used his other hand to tilt the video screen upwards slightly. He has a massive cock. No doubt it might have been caught on camera had he not adjusted it.

I then find myself circling my growing wetness just as Xander began to stroke his cock.

He was being so naughty. It was such a turn on. He's just trying to keep focused on the meeting by entertaining himself.

All I can see is the length of his penis. The head is sticking straight up over the tables edge. I bet it's covered in his precum.

I tried to silently slide my finger up and down my lips. But I am so wet so it's making gushy sounds with my motion. Being in this position is so risque.

After a few long minutes, I notice Xander's other hand creeping below the table. He grabed his balls with one and continues to pull on his shaft with the other. His fondling is making a rhythmic pulsing sound. Hopefully that's not coming through on the audio.

I start to roll my hips into my hand circling my clit. It's hard to stifle my moans. My breathing is becoming shallower. I was enjoying my voyeurism a little too much.

Suddenly Xander says "Sorry gentleman, I'll be right back, nature calls." I then hear him shutting the laptop lid yet he stays seated in the dining room chair. Pumping on himself faster and faster now.

After a few seconds he lets out a breathy groan and continues to pump on his stick.

He tenses up and points his cock in my direction as if it knew I was here.

I slipped my middle finger into my hole, knowing what was to come.

Xander keeps rubbing his ridgid cock then suddenly he is shooting hot strings of cum all over me while I feverishly continue fingering myself. Pushing some of his juice inside of me no doubt. String after string covers me from my nipples to gash.

Lost in the moment, I let out a gasp when I find Xander making eye contact with me. He was now peaking at me under the table. He looks me up and down and then grins as he sees his cum all over my pussy as my fingers continue dipping inside.

I let out an innocent sound. I've just been caught!

Hmm, I wonder when he found out I was down here.

[jaskierswolf]

lovely wolfie, Geraskier thigh dagger, please? <3

I was vibing with this one tonight. So here we go! 🗡

CW: implied weapon kink? (very lightly though), a little bit horny, Geralt is still coming to terms with being allowed to wear a dress, so know that.

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Geralt stared at his outfit on the bed. It wasn’t something he’d ever worn before but the rules of the party were clear. He had to wear a dress. Yennefer had smirked at his obvious discomfort when he’d asked her for help, but enchanted one of her gowns so it would fit him. She’d even offered to help Jaskier dress for the occasion but the bard had waved his hand and assured her he would be fine. Geralt sighed and pulled on the silk black dress. It had a split up one side that looked stunning on Yennefer but Geralt wasn’t really sure it was for him. He grumbled, muttering to a non-existent Roach as he fiddled with his stockings and garters, thankful for the practice he’d had over the years at undoing them, although attaching them was a whole new challenge. Lastly, and most importantly, he strapped a holster to each of his thighs.

They were attending the party for a reason.

Geralt preferred his swords but silver daggers were less conspicuous. The rumours were that the Countess was a werewolf and she’d been terrorising the villagers on her land every full moon. It was a tricky contract and Geralt was hoping it would end peacefully. As far as the Countess was aware Geralt was here as a companion to Jaskier who had been enlisted to attend the affair as a lutist.

“Geralt?”

Geralt smirked. Jaskier always knew when Geralt was thinking about him. It was strange how often the bard appeared just as Geralt’s mind drifted. He grunted loud enough for Jaskier to hear him. Jaskier’s head popped around the door, blue eyes lined with dark black smudges, red paint staining his lips. Geralt’s mouth went dry as he took in the sight before him. It was easy to forget just how muscular Jaskier’s arms were, hidden under puffy sleeves but now, in his white silk sleeveless dress… all Geralt could think about were Jaskier’s arms.

His tongue felt heavy, words stuck in his throat.

He tore his gaze away only to be distracted by the plunging neckline that revealed the dark chest hair underneath. It was incredible, Geralt thought, he’d expected to feel less masculine wearing Yen’s clothes, but seeing Jaskier in his dress, no one could deny the raw masculinity exuding from Jaskier. It made him wonder why he’d been so worried. It wasn’t his clothes that defined him as a witcher, not even his medallion. It was his skill and his heart.

And the silk did feel nice against his skin, much softer than his armour.

Jaskier’s eyes darkened as they roamed Geralt’s body. Geralt felt his cheeks heat up, feeling oddly exposed in front of his bard who had seen him in far more vulnerable positions over the years.

“Gods… you look…” Jaskier trailed off with a lick of his lips, as he moved slowly into the room, never breaking eye contact.

Geralt swallowed, Jaskier didn’t need to finish his sentence, Geralt knew how it ended. Looking at Jaskier, the soft silk flowing around his legs… Geralt knew.

Jaskier’s hand slid under Geralt’s skirt, fingers tracing up his thigh. Geralt’s breath hitched as Jaskier’s fingers caught the leather holster. “Ready for tonight, love?”

Geralt nodded, Jaskier’s breath was tickling on his lips but he didn’t move.

Jaskier’s lips ghosted over his, and the bard winked as he pulled back, pulling up his own skirts to reveal the jewelled dagger that Geralt had gifted him last summer. It was strapped above a lacy white garter that Geralt wanted to rip from Jaskier’s body with his teeth. He groaned and closed his eyes as Jaskier dropped his skirt. “Just in case, darling.”

“Fuck, Jask.”

Jaskier’s face was a picture of innocence, except the slight twinkle in his eyes. “Shall we go then?”

Geralt growled, stalking from the room, the long skirt of his dress billowing out behind him. The quicker they could get this over with, the quicker he could get Jaskier out of that dress and into his bed. ________ Tag list (Geraskier): @alwenarin @slythnerd @davidtennan-t @flippinfricks @innocentcinnamonpun @marvagon @elliestormfound @geraskier-trashh @panerato @moonysourenza @artistsfuneral @hailhailsatan @wherethewordsare @havenoffandoms @bitchy-witchy-post-mortem @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @geralt-of-riviass @frances-the-red @kittynannygaming @stinastar @scribblesonmapleleaves @thecomfortofoldstorries @fontegagrilledcheese @anythinggoesfandoms @veritasrose @trickstermoose67 @nonegenderleftpain @ohheytheremiss @kueble @love-more-today-than-yesterday @kozkaboi @llamasdumpsterfire @skai6 @actionnerdgamerlove @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher

[leggything]

Package Notification Pt.1

Package Notification

The subject line caught my attention as is flashed in the corner of my monitor. I clicked on the notification and read that a delivery had arrived at my apartment and would be held at the front desk until I was able to retrieve it. I wasn’t expecting anything but quickly put it out of my mind, it was probably a free trial I forgot to cancel or something. I deleted the email and went back to the report I had been drafting, hitting the back button on my phone a couple of times to replay the last few seconds of the podcast I had been listening to.

I left work a bit early. It was Friday and I wanted to beat the crowds on the train home. Unfortunately I wasn’t quite early enough to find a seat so by the time I walked through the door of my building I was only thinking about my bed.

The desk attendant perked up as I stepped in, “Hey Andy,” he said “I was just sorting the mail and a package came for you. Let me quick grab it.”

“Oh thanks so much Sean,” I said, pulling my headphones out of ear, “I would have totally forgotten.”

“No problem dude,” Sean replied as he rummaged behind the desk. He was a sweet kid, just out of college. His family was close the folks that owned our building so he usually came back to help run things over summers.

“And— here you are!” He said, as he popped back into view, blowing away a stray curl that had fallen in front of his eyes, “see you around!”

“Thanks again Sean, happy Friday!” I said, waving as I opened the door to the stairwell.

I turned the package over in my hands as I climbed the three flights to the apartment. It wasn’t a meal delivery kit or a pack of razors as I had suspected, just an unassuming grey plastic package with a normal UPS label. No return address for some reason. After fumbling for my key I unlocked the door, set my bag down and slipped off my shoes. Friday at last. It felt good to kick my shoes off after standing for so long.

Package still in hand I went to the couch and tore open its grey plastic as I sat down. Inside the bag my hands felt smooth woven fabric and something else that was stiffly textured. Out of the bag came an embroidered tunic and, as they unrolled in my hand, a pair of soft grey footed tights. My face flushed as I realised what I had received. A ballet costume.

I felt a mix of confusion and excitement. I certainly would have remembered if I had ordered something like this. I loved ballet, the beautiful precision of movement, the romance of the storylines, but really I was in it for the dancers. I loved watching them move, muscular yet flexible, lithe and powerful. The way their costume tights hugged every curve of their calves and thighs, squeezing each cheek of their powerful asses and the curve of their pronounced bulges, it was heaven. I definitely didn’t place the order for this costume, but it certainly didn’t come to me by mistake.

Reluctantly setting the tights and tunic down on the table, I glanced into the package again, looking to see if there was anything else. No shoes or dance belt, but there was a small piece of paper. I reached back in and pulled out the rough piece of card-stock. A note was printed on in flowing script:

Hope this turns your dream into reality.

x

Now I was nervous. I wasn’t exactly open about my, ahem, love of ballet. My closest friends and previous partners didn’t even know, and yet someone had anonymously sent gear to my home which meant my big secret wasn’t as secret as I thought. I pulled out my phone, there was one person who I had connected with online about ballet stuff, but they definitely didn’t know my address and I hadn’t heard for them in a week or so. Nonetheless I sent out a text:

Hey, I just got some ballet gear in the mail. You didn’t send me anything did you?

I was a little nervous and needed to chill out so I went into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Taking the first sip, I glanced back out to where the ballet outfit sat on the table. The anonymous package thing was weird, but it was also definitely hot. And though I loved looking at ballet dancers and often had fantasies about what it would be like to be one, I had never actually gotten up the courage to actually take a class or buy a pair of tights.

Taking another sip of my beer, I walked back out to the couch. I set down my beer and picked up the tunic. It looked and felt well made, different shades of gold and yellow thread in a brocade foliage design against white backing. It was short and tailored in at the waist, probably a bit snug on me, but on a slim dancer it would sit perfectly above the waist - emphasising their toned abdomen and, when facing away from the audience, their powerful glutes. I was getting a little turned on thinking about it. Whether I fit or not, I had to try it on.

I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped off my slacks, tossing them on the couch along with my socks. I hesitated a bit before taking off my underwear, the outfit hadn’t come with a dance belt, but I figured it’s be better to have a vpl than underwear lines. I was half hard already, even if I had a dance belt it probably would have still looked awkward. The soft fabric of the tights brushed against my bare legs as I picked them up off the table and held them up by the suspenders. At least they’d feel sexy to wear, even if I wasn’t quite fit enough to fill them out very well.

Sitting down on the couch I slid my leg into the grey tights, wiggling my toes into the seam at the bottom of the foot. They tingled a bit as I pulled them up over my calves and thighs, the soft tight fabric rubbing against the hair on my legs. As I pulled them up over my crotch they held my balls tight against me and pinned my now full erection against my belly. So much for a dance belt! Pulling the suspenders over my shoulders, I was greeted by the surprising sensation of the back seam of the tights snuggling up in between my ass cheeks. I didn’t have much of a butt to speak of, but somehow the tights still held tight to what little I had.

The tights ended just below my chest, and though I definitely didn’t have the ballet dancer build I still enjoyed seeing and feeling the uniform texture of grey fabric from my abdomen to my feet. I ran my hands along my legs, feeling the weave of the tights thrum with every touch, and my cock straining against the fabric.

I pulled my mind away from the hypnotic sexy feel of the tights, a little upset at myself that I hadn’t tried dressing up like this earlier. But I still had the tunic to put on. I wasn’t sure if I should have put something under it, but the lining was surprisingly soft and breathable against my skin. I stood up, slid my arms into the sleeves, and began hooking the fasteners that went up the front. The waist wasn’t as snug as I had feared and the structure of the garment helped straighten my posture, encouraging me to stand a bit taller than the hunch my desk job had trained me into.

Hooking the last fastener under my chin I looked down and realising I had come to stand with my heels together and my toes turned out, in what I knew to be “1st position.” And as I dropped my arms they fell nicely open and rounded at my sides, allowing my chest to open up and my shoulders to rotate backwards in perfect ballet posture. I chuckled a bit to myself, maybe I picked up more from watching so much ballet than I thought.

I tried to imitate the movements I had seen ballet dancers do, not crazy leaps or turns or anything, just pointing the toe out, to the side, to the back. I knew from somewhere they were called “tendus.” I let my arms move out to the side and above my head in time with my feet. I bent into a deep plie, letting my gaze follow my outstretched hand as it traveled out, to the side, overhead, and then started to repeat the same combination on the other side. I probably looked ridiculous trying to imitate the precise movements I had only watched, but it felt wonderful to move in the outfit.

As I continued to try new things, ronde de jambe, fouetté, attitude; I couldn’t remember where I picked up all these names, the costume felt like it fit me better and better. With each breath in my chest filled out the tunic a little better and my arms and shoulders felt stronger and more sure in their positions. Letting a breath out, my abdomen felt more compact and stronger in the long waist of the tights, my core offering steadier and steadier support and balance to my movement.

I moved from attitudes to a combination centred around arabesques, standing strong on one leg while reaching up and out with my upper body and back with the other leg. I took a couple of steps forward and went into the first arabesque, feeling strength and stability pouring into my standing leg, the grey tights stretched against my thighs, hips, and butt as I raised my other leg further up and behind me. My legs felt stronger and stronger as I continued around the room, my tights more snug and supportive as they nestled into the contours of my legs and sunk further between my ass cheeks. To finished the combination I moved to fifth position and took a small plie to lift up onto the balls of my feet, sous sous. Lifting my arms strong and graceful above my head I felt every muscle, from my calves to my core to my triceps working together to keep me balanced and poised. Satisfied, I descended into a plie and rose back up to finish the combination.

I stood there for a moment, relaxing back in first position and then blinked, blinked again. I looked back over at the table where my beer stood abandoned. Outside the window the sky was almost dark, how long had I been dancing, and how had I known how to do all that stuff? Feeling a little out of control I started to undo the top clasp of my tunic when I caught a look at myself in the hall mirror.

I did a double take, it couldn’t be me. I looked down at myself and then back at my reflection firm pecs, toned abs, powerful thighs clad in grey. It was me and fuck I was built. I turned around to see my now glorious ass, each cheek hugged beautifully by my tights, and noticed the cleft that had appeared on my toned calves - visible even though I stood flat footed.

I couldn’t help but touch, partially to make sure it was all real and partially because I was my own wet dream. I ran my hands along my firm legs and my slender waist and started to undo the tunic to check out my upper body. My laser focus while dancing had killed my boner but as I undid the tunic’s clasps I felt myself start to get hard again. It felt different though, still pleasurable but a different kind of pleasure. Breathing heavy with arousal I looked back to the mirror. I could see myself growing, but it wasn’t just my cock’s outline straining against the spandex, it looked and felt like my balls were growing too, my whole crotch swelling up against its spandex prison. The more they grew, the more intense the pleasure became, but it didn’t exactly feel like an erection.

I it felt almost like a balloon blowing up - a balloon in my crotch filling with anticipation and pleasure. Looking down, I noticed that as my genitals kept growing they began to lose definition, probably due to how stretched out the fabric was getting. As my bulge strained against my tights, my breathing quickened and my crotch continued to get smoother and rounder. My pelvic pleasure balloon steadily expanded until I felt my whole body was surely going to explode with ecstasy and then suddenly— it stopped. Still breathing heavily and still quite aroused I saw, between my newly muscled legs, the perfect smooth round ballet bulge, maybe a little on the big side, but otherwise the most beautiful tights-clad bulge - exactly like I was wearing a dance belt under my tights.

But I wasn’t wearing a dance belt. Was I? Trepidatiously I reached down to stroke the fabric and was greeted by the most pleasurable sensation. It didn’t feel at all like I was touching a padded dance belt, it felt like I was touching my own skin. I continued to run my hand over my bulge, a little moan escaping my lips as I stroked it’s contours. It felt like touching the sensitive head of my cock, my whole crotch felt as sensitive as the most nerve-laden part of my dick.

Equally aroused and terrified I slipped off the tunic and the straps of my tights. As I began to undress I noticed the wiry patch of hair on my chest had disappeared, and as I slid the tights further down to my waist, saw for the first time my beautiful hairless toned core. I ran my hand along my abdomen, wanting to feel every new inch of my body and also afraid to slide my grey tights any further down. But I couldn’t put it off forever. I slid my tights off the toned globes of my ass, over the deep v of my hips and then, my breath hitching as the tights fabric slid away from my sensitive crotch, revealing my perfectly smooth and hairless crotch.

My crotch looked exactly the same as before the tights came off - a round bulge just like you would see on mannequin. I couldn’t help but touch myself again, the intense pleasure felt slightly different without the silky tights over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes as I touched myself, it was a completely different sensation than stroking my cock. Instead of moving in fits and spurts of arousal towards the edge of orgasm, this felt like a continually building sensation, like that balloon expanding again - a pleasure that continued to grow and grow with no sign of impending release.

After thoroughly exploring this new sensation I decided to move to the bathroom to get a better look at myself. I pulled my tights back up to my waist, the feeling of their fabric moving over my crotch almost pulling me into another session of dickless masturbation, and padded to the bathroom.

I flicked the light on and, before I could pull my tights back down for inspection, was distracted by my own face. Maybe it was the glow of arousal but I could swear I looked invigorated, more lively. My eyes looked twinklier and my teeth looked brighter, whiter even. As I looked at my reflection, I noticed the stress induced strands of silver in my hair and the dark circles under my eyes start to fade. Before my very eyes my short cropped hair grew out into a perfectly coiffed hairstyle and my jawline softened slightly - the stubble on my chin fading away. I couldn’t help but smile at myself, a smile that would be perfect for stage lights. Stepping back from the mirror and looking at myself, inexplicably standing in first position again, I realised I had been given the perfect body for ballet, a body I could have only dreamed of.

Finally seeing my whole self, I decided the mystery of how it all came to be mine could wait until tomorrow. Tonight I would just enjoy it. I flicked off the bathroom light and retired to my bedroom. The mostly full beer bottle and the work clothes from my earlier self lay abandoned by the couch as I lay in bed, touching and discovering the pleasures of this new body until I fell asleep.

[lavenderboneswrites]

it’s me, kitty 🥺

👉🏻👈🏻 Shizuo and Izaya having a self care day?

they try face masks, watch movies, do their nails, eat junk food, anything that comes to your mind 🥰

Maybe they even have a bubble bath together 👀👀

I LOVE YOU BB YOURE THE BEST 💖💖💖💖💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰

Of course my beloved got her request in first <3 <3 I hope you enjoy it bb, I tried to fit as much as your fav tropes in as I possibly could. Thank you for always supporting me and letting me share my ideas with you <3 <3

I Feel it Coming

Words: 5352

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut and fluff, shizaya, established relationship, self-care day, possessive Shizuo, light dom/sub (please check AO3 for a comprehensive list of tags)

AO3

When Shizuo gets home Izaya is nowhere to be seen.

It’s been a long day of chasing down debts and deadbeats. Shizuo sighs as he toes off his shoes at the entrance and loosens the clip on bowtie. Making a trail up the stairs and to his bedroom, Shizuo pulls off his vest off along the way. He takes care to hang it gingerly on the hanger behind the door, certain he can get a few more wears out of this one before it needed washing.

He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, loosened buttons showing off a white undershirt and the hint of defined pectorals. Most of the lights in the apartment were on, the bedroom lit by low lamplight. Izaya is obviously around, and yet he normally greets Shizuo boisterously; often from his desk because he’s forgotten to stop working.

Shizuo untucks his shirt, slipping out of his pants and letting white fabric slip below his thighs. He’s thinking he needs a shower, or maybe he’ll just fall straight into bed, but he follows the sound of running water to the en suite.

Izaya really has a ridiculous apartment. His bathroom is off his bedroom, and if you pass through it you’ll find yourself in a large walk-in wardrobe. For someone who only wears the same ugly coat everyday Izaya sure has a lot of clothes. Shizuo’s not complaining, when Izaya wears that cream oversized turtleneck it does things to him.

Shizuo follows the rush of water to the bathroom. Steam clouds the air, mixed with a pleasant floral smell. It’s dark in here, the only light an illumination of candles on the basin and other various other spots. Water is filling the bath, a mix of bubbles and rose petals on the surface. Heated tiles warm Shizuo’s feet and he can’t help but feel the tension of the day lifting slightly at the relaxing atmosphere.

Until he almost has a heart attack.

Standing in the entrance to the wardrobe is a man with a white mask over his face.

Shizuo stumbles back, heart racing a million miles an hour as the figure emerges from the dark.

“What the fuck!?”

Shizuo clutches his hand in his shirt as he tries to force his rabbiting heart to calm down.

“You look like a fucking serial killer!”

He’s still trying to calm down from the shock as the masked man attempts a grin.

“Welcome home to you too, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya’s dressed in a maroon bathrobe and on his face is one of those stupid beauty masks he loves so much. Though, the serial killer look is slightly dampened by the fluffy white headband with cat ears Izaya wears to keep his hair back.

Izaya slinks up to him, arms going to wrap around his neck and Shizuo’s hands automatically go to his waist. It’s almost like a pavlovian response at this point.

“I’m not kissing you when you look like this,” Shizuo grumbles out to which Izaya replies with only a chuckle.

It’s disconcerting. The mask has holes for his mouth and eyes, and a slit for his nostrils, but other than that he looks completely macabre.

Shizuo ignores his own words when he allows Izaya to place a small peck on his lips.

“What’s all this?” Shizuo asks, rubbing circles into Izaya’s hips absentmindedly.

“Mm?” Izaya makes his usual noncommittal noise. “I thought Shizu-chan would like some pampering after a long day at work.”

Honestly, that sounds absolutely wonderful to Shizuo right about now. He eyes the bath off, noticing two glasses of lemon and mint infused water on the hob next to it. No doubt one of Izaya’s own ‘self-care’ creations.

Izaya doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive and a sprinkling of manipulation, Shizuo thinks with his eyes narrowing back to his currently psychotic looking boyfriend.

“What’s the catch?”

“My, my … can’t I just be doing something nice for my boyfriend?”

“No,” Shizuo deadpans back to Izaya’s fake as shit voice.

He attempts to pout, but he can’t move his face muscles well without messing up the mask.

“Boo Shizu-chan, you’re no fun.”

“And you’re a pest,” Shizuo says as Izaya hangs off him like some sort of dramatic leach.

Izaya leans his head back, giving an over top groan as if Shizuo’s inability to react in the way he wants is his greatest annoyance.

“Come on,” Shizuo leans closer, mouth almost touching skin as he whispers low into his ear. “The sooner you tell me what you want the sooner you’ll get it, flea.”

Shizuo can feel the way the body in his arms tenses up momentarily, almost like a shiver going through him from the low tenor of Shizuo’s voice. Really, Izaya was pretty easy to handle once he learnt a few tricks.

One being that he was an incredibly horny fleabag.

Izaya is sliding his hands down Shizuo’s back, sweeping over the curve of his ass as he finds the hem of Shizuo’s shirt. He runs his fingers along the seam before sneaking under white fabric to press at his upper thigh.

“Hmm,” Shizuo pulls back to find copper eyes among a sea of white. Izaya’s hands on his skin are slightly distracting and just a little bit ticklish. “I want Shizuo to do a face-mask with me.”

“And?” Shizuo presses, digging the points of his thumbs into Izaya’s hips lightly.

“And have a bubble bath.”

Shizuo just pulls Izaya closer, pressing a swift kiss the crown of his head. “Alright louse, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.”

Shizuo has a quick rinse off in the shower, afterwards changing into the navy bathrobe Izaya had brought to match his. It feels good to wash away the remnants of a long day, water beating down on his shoulders almost like a massage. Izaya’s shower had out of this world water pressure, honestly Shizuo was in love.

One face-mask later and the bath has finished filling. Steam is coming off the water, and Shizuo knows it’s still way too hot for either of them to get in. Though Izaya will probably try to early like always. He really was like some cold-blooded reptile, always trying to soak up as much heat as possible … usually from Shizuo himself.

Shizuo lets Izaya put his mask on. It was the best choice, considering the wet paper like cloth needed delicate handling and Shizuo would no doubt rip it immediately with his ‘monster’s paws’, as Izaya had said. He made sure to smack at Izaya with his monster paws for that comment.

The mask isn’t horrible. It’s wet and his vision is kind of obscured, and he doesn’t think it fits properly cause one side keeps curling down at his temple. Izaya had given him his own kitty ear headband to hold his fringe back, and the louse pesters him to take a few selfies together. Shizuo can’t help but snort at how ridiculous they look, kind of like a mannequin had a baby with a hockey mask.

They sit on the edge of the bathtub next to each other, sipping their drinks the best they can with the masks in the way. Shizuo eventually gets fed up and rips the sliver of paper between his nostrils and upper lip and Izaya almost chokes on his stupid lemon water laughing.

It’s cute.

It’s nice to just sit and talk, to take stock of each other’s day and catch up. Izaya plays footsies with him the entire time, and at one point Shizuo almost falls backwards into the bath trying to capture the louse’s calf between his feet.

Izaya’s hand is also rubbing once again against his thigh, sliding up under the material of his bathrobe. He massages his fingers into the muscles, pressing with precision into the knots hard enough to make Shizuo groan.

Izaya has a thing for his thighs. Shizuo doesn’t know why, but something about them makes the little pest go feral. They are thick and muscular, almost double the width of Izaya’s own legs and even if Shizuo didn’t see the appeal himself he’s happy to let Izaya have his fun.

Watching Izaya fuck himself against only his bare thigh really was a sight to behold.

After about ten minutes the face masks come off. Shizuo never could keep them on as long as Izaya; after a while it started to get too annoying and almost itchy. Still, Shizuo would be lying if he said it didn’t feel completely satisfying pealing the paper away from his skin.

He scrunches the mask into a ball, using it to rub the excess moisture of his face. Izaya folds his own mask much more neatly, leaning towards the mirror to inspect his skin as he wipes away any remaining excess.

Like every inch of that skin wasn’t flawless to begin with.

Shizuo rubs at his cheek, taking in how soft the mask has left his skin. He wasn’t that into self-care like Izaya was, but even he couldn’t deny these masks were magical.

Better was Izaya skin, which normally soft to the touch, became like silk under Shizuo’s fingertips. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, from cupping the flea’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against ivory skin.

It’s nice to finally see his unobscured face.

“Hey,” Shizuo’s turning that his to meet lips like satin in a soft kiss.

Izaya lets Shizuo set the pace to something slow and unhurried. He parts his mouth, tongue licking at the seam of Izaya’s lips before the other is turning to let him deepen the kiss further.

Shizuo licks into that wicked mouth with a careful consideration, letting Izaya’s taste flood over his tongue. There’s a hand twisting into the back of his hair and another once more kneading the flesh of his thigh.

Shizuo breaks the kiss slowly, dazzlingly eyes of whiskey alight with muted heat blinking softly back up at him.

“I’m home, Izaya.”

Izaya grins at the domestic phrase, rubs his nose against Shizuo’s and the little kiss is so cute that Shizuo can feel the tips of his ears go red.

“Welcome home, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya breath is like a whisper over his lips and Shizuo can’t help but mirror his smirk with a grin of his own.

Shizuo slips into the bath by himself, letting out a groan as the heat immediately relaxes the muscles in his back. It’s still way too hot. So hot that he can’t help but shiver, heat skittering almost painfully over sensitive nerve endings. And yet it feels like heaven, all of the tension flooding out of his body after a long day. He closes his eyes, letting his head lie back on the hob as he just soaks in the moment.

The patter of feet signal Izaya’s return. Shizuo opens one eye to see him standing before him with those same kitty ears and nothing else.

Izaya’s body is stunning. He’s lean and long limbed, but there’s a subtle grace to the way he holds himself. Shizuo always thinks of him as some kind of jungle panther. Light-footed. Slinking around like a predator. His waist is slim, and yet there is slight definition around his muscles, and his ass-, shit, his ass is a gift from God. Chasing the flea all those years had definitely paid off for him; and Shizuo was happy to enjoy the spoils too.

Izaya places a hand to Shizuo’s bicep as he steadies himself and steps into the water. Shizuo’s arm comes up to the small of his back automatically, ready to catch him at the first sign of a slip, but knowing Izaya it wasn’t necessary.

The flea slips into the space between Shizuo’s parted legs and leans back against his muscled chest. He lets out a little sigh as he submerges himself into the water up to his shoulders, obviously enjoying the heat sinking deep into his body just as Shizuo had. The noise is nice, something breathless and almost non-existent, something Shizuo is so attuned to he thinks he can almost hear it in his head rather than any physical sound.

Izaya’s leans his head back against his shoulder and Shizuo can’t help but wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him tighter against his front.

Izaya body fits perfectly against his, and not for the first time Shizuo is certain that flea was made for him.

The candles flicker with steam, and Shizuo thinks he could fall asleep right here and now.

Fwua!

A loud slapping sound breaks through his peace and Shizuo can feel giggles vibrating through Izaya’s back.

Opening his eyes again, Shizuo is met with the sight of Izaya scooping bubbles into his hands. He smacks them together quickly, the bubbles exploding into the air with his delighted giggles.

It’s too fucking cute.

“What are you, four?”

Izaya answers by twisting his neck to look over at Shizuo, a hand of foam raised and Shizuo’s barely has time to raise an eyebrow before bubbles are being blown into his face.

“Oi,” Shizuo hacks a cough, swallowing a great deal more soap than he ever wanted to. His eye twitches at the cheeky look in Izaya’s eyes and his grouchy tone really doesn’t match his own fond smile.

“Do you want me to drown you in this tub?”

Izaya pouts, “Shizu-chan don’t be mean.”

The pout cracks as his lips twitch up at the corners. Water splashes, the flea suddenly turning around fully and scooping up more bubbles.

“Shizu-chan let’s make you a bubble beard.”

“Haaah?”

“Haaah?” Izaya mocks, “come on old man.”

“I’m younger than you,” Shizuo quips back, trying to grab skinny wrists that keep trying to slap foam to his chin.

Wasn’t this supposed to be relaxing!?

Izaya’s attempts don’t ease up and he giggles as a ball of bubbles land delicately on Shizuo’s nose.

He narrows his eyes at his nose, as if the bubbles have personally offended him, and before Izaya can even get a yelp out Shizuo is shoving his head underwater.

Water goes over the sides of the tub and Izaya’s arms splash comically as Shizuo’s entire palm covers the crown of his head. He only gives it a few seconds before he lets up.

Izaya pops back up, hair sopping and stuck to his forehead as his kitty headband hangs pathetically around his neck. He splutters and coughs, attempting to glare at Shizuo as he rubs at his eyes.

Shizuo only gives a cocky raise of one eyebrow, as if to say ‘you started it’.

“Did you just try to drown me?” Izaya asks, his outrage fake as shit.

“You wanna go back under?” Shizuo threatens, but the tone is ruined by his wide smile.

Izaya grins, one shoulder coming up in a half-hearted shrug. He pulls off the headband around his neck, pouting at the state it’s in before flinging it over the side of the tub to the floor.

A glint flashes in Izaya’s eyes. It’s the only warning Shizuo gets before two hands are pressing down onto his head.

Shizuo plants his feet firmly on the bottom of the tub to stop from sliding, and Izaya’s wicked looked turns disappointed as Shizuo doesn’t budge an inch.

“Oi.”

Izaya’s eyes narrow into a look of determination, and he even gets to his knees as he tries to add even more force to Shizuo’s head.

“Why, won’t, you, die?”

Shizuo answers by letting himself suddenly slip under the water. The sudden loss of purchase has Izaya floundering and Shizuo swears he can hear him yelp through water.

Shizuo almost swallows an obscene amount of bath water from laughing before he pops back up. Izaya has slumped atop of him, arms around his neck as he holds his own head above water as if to keep himself from completely submerging.

Shizuo likes that. The way Izaya will always grab onto him, cling to him, whenever he loses his footing.

“Shizu-chan is so mean. Jail for a thousand years!”

Shizuo just chuckles, pushing Izaya’s fringe away from his forehead as he looks at him. He’s doing the face Shizuo loves, the one where his nose scrunches up oh so cutely. Shizuo loves that face, he wants to hoard it all to himself and never let anyone else see it.

If it got out Izaya was this cute Shizuo’s sure he’d have to beat off interested parties with a sick.

Mine.

Shizuo sits himself up, shaking his head like a dog to get the water out of his hair. Izaya squirms in his arms, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he manhandles the flea back into the same position they started in, with his back pressed to Shizuo’s chest, sitting between his legs.

There, Shizuo thinks triumphantly, Izaya’s wriggling getting less and less by the minute. He squeezes his thighs around the flea’s hips, wrapping his legs over the top of Izaya’s until he’s practically in a joint lock.

He’s really no match for Shizuo’s superior strength when it comes down to it. Still, it didn’t stop Izaya from trying to wrestle him daily.

“Have you calmed down you damn water rat?”

“Hmm,” Izaya hums as if he has no idea what Shizuo’s talking about. “Shouldn’t I be a water flea? Shizu-chan don’t you know it’s bad to mix metaphors?”

Shizuo just snorts at such a bratty response.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Izaya relents and relaxes back into his body and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against the back of his neck.

“You’re ridiculous,” Shizuo snorts into his skin, and he doesn’t need to see to know that Izaya is smirking.

He lets his lips and hands do the rest of the talking. Soft kisses trailing from Izaya’s neck to his shoulder and back again. He rubs his hands at the flea’s sides, making a path up and down slowly as he maps out every inch of creamy skin.

Izaya makes that soundless noise again, lips parted slightly as closes his eyes, focusing on sensation of Shizuo’s hands and lips on him. Shizuo’s touch is light, almost ticklish as he brushes fingertips across Izaya’s ribs, the water turning his path slick and easy.

Shizuo kisses are barely a press of lips to skin, so soft that it’s only the feel of his breath blowing out that makes Izaya’s skin erupt into goosebumps. Shizuo watches fascinated as that alabaster skin reacts before his very eyes.

Izaya’s got the faintest of freckles splayed across his shoulders, almost impossible to see unless this close. Shizuo loves to pick out each individual mark, a constellation of stars for his mouth to trace and follow. To worship and pay tribute to.

Shizuo rubs his hands from Izaya’s sides down to his hips, thighs, and back up again to his waist. Every time he trails down he moves a little bit further. Inch by torturous inch he teases skin until Izaya starts to squirm a little.

Heh.

Shizuo’s grin is wicked as he presses it under Izaya’s ear. His lips move up to brush against his pulse point and Izaya lifts his chin to allow Shizuo greater access.

Shizuo’s chuckle spills over skin for real and shivers are erupting once more over Izaya’s skin.

“Mmm?” Shizuo whispers a questioning noise, hands dipping past the heated flesh at Izaya’s inner thigh. “You like that flea?”

Izaya does a little jerk of his head, eyes closed and it really is too cute.

“Does it feel good?”

Shizuo breath is hot at his ear before he gives a playful nip to the flesh. He can feel the way Izaya’s breath hitches, the motion going through his back and making Shizuo’s own chest thrum with something primal and satisfied.

Shizuo’s rubbing his foot against Izaya’s calf muscle, feeling the way he squirms at the touch.

“What’s wrong?” Shizuo cheeks actually hurt from how wide he’s smiling. “Do you not like it?”

Izaya’s head shakes, the action almost frantic, and Shizuo rewards him by sliding the flat of his tongue over the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet.

His skin tastes clean and fresh, and Shizuo feels his mouth salivating with the desire to bite into that milky flesh. To see it bruised dark with his claim. He holds off though, content with just feeling Izaya beneath his hands, feeling the way his breathing goes a little faster at every dip closer to that heat between his legs.

“Does it feel good when I touch here?” Shizuo brushes his fingertips over Izaya’s ribs, taking in every little shudder as he whispers into his lover’s ear. “What about when I touch here?”

Shizuo’s hands trail inwards, and Izaya’s lips are parting in a gasp as his knuckles brush against the side of his cock.

“Ah, is there someone you want me to touch you flea?”

Shizuo rubs his fingers between Izaya’s thighs just above his knees, so close and yet so far, if the little whimper that escapes his lips is any indication.

Shizuo feels like an addict. There is just something about having Izaya in his arms, squirming and desperate for his touch and just … taking his time with him.

Dragging it out nice and slow.

Shizuo continues licking and sucking at the flea’s neck. Izaya has his hand trapped between his legs in a vice grip, and yet Shizuo still continues his slow, sweet touches.

He lets his touches turn rougher, digs bruises into pale skin as he sucks harshly on that spot beneath Izaya’s ear; the spot that makes him moan open-mouthed.

“Shizuo.”

His name is like a prayer on Izaya’s lips. Breathless and needy. Shizuo doesn’t know whether he’s begging for him to stop or begging for him to keep going, either way the sound sinks deep into his gut.

“Shizuo please.”

Shizuo’s grin goes impossibly wide, mouth gaping like a predator’s with its prey in its grasp. His lips find Izaya’s earlobe. He pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks harshly.

It’s a dizzying juxtaposition. Wrenching his hand from Izaya’s thigh-crush, Shizuo grazes the tips of fingers over the head of his cock, the softest, slowest touch all night and it makes Izaya jolt.

“Fuck.”

Shizuo sucks hard at the flea’s neck, finger tips trailing down his shaft and to his navel. He rubs at the soft flesh there, relishing in the annoyed whine that Izaya makes as he moves away from his reddened cock.

“Shizuo,” he can hear the pout in Izaya’s voice.

“Look at you,” Shizuo releases Izaya’s ear with a wet sound, “I haven’t even played with your tits yet and this worked up.”

That whine becomes louder, more painful if possible, as if Izaya’s gritting his teeth together.

“Shizuo you better fucking touch me or I’m going to destroy all your stupid bartender outfits.”

It’s astounding. Izaya’s gripping his wrist so tightly Shizuo’s sure there will be indents of his nails left behind. How is it possible for him to still sound like such a vicious little thing when he’s desperately trying to put Shizuo’s unbudging hand to his leaking cock?

“Oi,” Shizuo growls low and Izaya’s body shivers fully at the sound. “Do you want me to drown you again?”

“Heh,” Izaya lips are quirking up, eyes hooded as he speaks out like silk and satin, “if you drown me there won’t be anyone around to suck your cock.”

Shizuo should’ve expected this. Expected Izaya would try to play dirty.

He was the definition of little brat that needed to be put in their place. Still, the words make his own dick jump, and he can’t help but press his erection harder into the swell of Izaya’s ass in warning.

“Oh?” Shizuo lets his tenor lilt upwards, “you wanna suck my cock that bad flea?”

Izaya snorts, and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against his neck in an overly affectionate gesture.

“Hey Shizu-chan,” Izaya’s turning his face, lips meeting lips in a sweet brush as he releases his death grip on Shizuo’s wrist.

Shizuo stares into dark, deep eyes; lets himself drown as Izaya presses his forehead to his.

“Yeah flea?”

Izaya eyes close, his mouth turning soft as he gives one of those rare smiles reserved just for Shizuo.

Shizuo’s eyes slip close, Izaya in his arms and his breath spilling across his face in a steady rhythm. It’s like an abstract concept become physical, a peace that Shizuo can literally hold within his hands.

Izaya dips his head to Shizuo’s neck, lips against skin as he whispers.

“I want you to tell me how badly I want to suck your cock … while you touch me.”

Shizuo’s eyes blow wide. His smile is going predator-like before he can even realise it.

Izaya was absolutely perfect.

Shizuo pulls Izaya’s body back with his, getting comfortable as Izaya settles himself in against his hold, nuzzling into his neck. Shizuo can’t help but shower his back in soft kisses.

“You want me to talk you through it baby?” Shizuo asks, letting his voice go softer. He’s cock is aching as Izaya shivers at the pet name. He forces it to the back of his mind, focus zeroing in on the body in his arms. “You look so good right now.”

Izaya just sighs and Shizuo rewards him with a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste and sweet, with the promise of something hotter simmering just beneath the surface.

He lets his hands slide through the water and up that irresistible body once more. This time when snakes his hand downwards he palms at Izaya’s cock lightly.

“Aah,” Izaya’s lets out this little moan, relief and pleasure all in one. As if not being touched had been painful, had been torture.

“That feel good? Being touched here?” Shizuo whispers a sonnet against Izaya’s neck. His eyes are wide open, mesmerized as he palms his hand with more force against the flea’s cock.

His hot in his palm, positively boiling compared to the cooling temperate of the water surrounding them. Shizuo enjoys the feel of him in his hands. Hot and heavy. Izaya has a nice cock, it’s long, not as thick as Shizuo’s but it curves nicely and his mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock … for such an ugly flea.”

Izaya actually chuckles at the underhanded compliment and Shizuo feels himself flush at the sound.

Izaya was anything but ugly.

Shizuo’s certain even the most wicked of devils would repent at the beauty of his flea.

Mine, mine, mine.

Shizuo lets his touch stay slow and steady, matching his earlier exploration of Izaya’s body. He closes his fist around the shaft experimentally, the water making his slow pull even rougher.

Izaya’s head is thrown fully back onto his shoulder now. Eyes closed as he pants open-mouthed. His hips are doing these cute little jerk, moving in time with Shizuo’s hand, and every brush of his ass against Shizuo’s cock makes him want to groan out loud.

“Look at you, I bet you’re imagining it aren’t you?” Shizuo fists the head of Izaya’s cock with the barest of pressure and the other is whimpering. “My cock in your mouth … the taste of me on your tongue.”

“Ah-ah.”

Shizuo’s pace is increasing, fist going tighter as his words climb higher.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed with my cock, baby,” Shizuo’s whispers are turning harsh in his ears. “God you feel so good around me. So wet.”

Shizuo’s eyes are closing and he can feel it. That warm wet heat enveloping him, almost overwhelming in its sensation.

“You want it so badly don’t you? Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“Y-yes!” Izaya’s voice comes out high pitched and desperate. “I-, I want your cock … I-I need it.”

Shizuo rubs his hard dick against the crack of Izaya’s ass, in time with the flea’s desperate thrust. His lips are wet and wide against Izaya’s neck, kisses turning careless as he sucks and bites with abandon. Izaya’s body is going taunt in his arms, toes curling against the tub, abdominals clenching so tight it almost looks painful. His body is on the edge of trembling, pulled so tight Shizuo can feel that tension almost about to snap.

“Fuck baby,” Shizuo lets his voice go rough, lets it go needy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shizuo gives a feral growl, Izaya’s squirming and splashing in his arms as he sets a relentless pace against his cock. Shizuo twists his fist as he pulls up, water sloshing over the sides at his frantic pace. He fists the head tightly, twisting in a way that makes Izaya keen out like he’s been kicked in the gut.

“N-need you, fuck I need you baby.”

“Ah-, ah-, Shizuo!”

Shizuo’s desperation sends Izaya over the edge. The body in his arms tenses, like an electric current is running through it and then he’s shaking apart, moaning long and loud as Shizuo strokes him through his orgasm, never letting up as his cock spurts white into water.

He keeps stroking him. Izaya’s breathing is ragged as he collapses boneless atop Shizuo.

Eventually he slows his motions, letting his hand come to a steady stop as he feels all the little aftershocks shivering through the body in his arms. Izaya’s eyes are closed and Shizuo thinks he might have fucked him stupid.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oi,” Shizuo presses a kiss to Izaya’s temple. “Don’t fall asleep flea.”

Shizuo can’t keep the smile out his voice. He has literal perfection in his arms, had that same perfection coming and calling out his name. His heart feels fit to burst…

His cock definitely is.

“Mm, Shizu-chan is such a sadist,” Izaya finally mumbles a response. He sounds dazed, like he’s intoxicated and on the verge of blacking out.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re such a masochist then, huh?” Shizuo says between kisses to the smattering of stars over Izaya’s shoulder.

“Hmm,” Izaya’s eyes are cracking open, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he brushes a hand through the water absentmindedly. “The bath is dirty now.”

Shizuo snorts, “and who made it dirty, louse?”

“Shizu-chan should take responsibility, after all, it’s all his fault,” Izaya quips back, turning to press a smirk into Shizuo’s neck.

“Youbetter take responsibility,” Shizuo grumbles, pressing his still raging erection against Izaya’s backside in case he’d somehow forgotten about it.

Unlikely.

“But I’m tired,” Izaya whines pathetically, and Shizuo half kind of wants to drown him again. “Shizu-chan’s torture was relentless!”

Shizuo chuckles at that, the deep sound vibrating through his chest and into Izaya’s back.

“Surprised you just didn’t slip it in mid torture,” Izaya lilts with his usually vulgarity and yeah Shizuo should definitely drown him.

“Too tired,” Shizuo deadpans, “you do some work flea.”

“Heh, be careful what you wish for Shizu-chan.”

They end up in bed, barely dry as Izaya’s swallows down Shizuo’s cock like a man starving. Shizuo’s exhausted, splayed out on the bed as he hovers blissfully between the edge of sleep and the pleasure of Izaya’s hot mouth wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for him to come. Not long until he’s body is shaking apart and he’s calling Izaya’s name. He trembles as Izaya sucks him dry of every, last, drop.

Shizuo feels hazy, his skin hypersensitive from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s drifting off to sleep, Izaya snuggling in beside him and pulling the blanket up.

“Shizu-chan has tomorrow off, right?” Izaya asks innocently, and Shizuo thinks he brushes his hand through the flea’s hair but he’s not quite sure in his half-awake daze.

“Yeah.”

“Will Shizu-chan make me breakfast?”

Shizuo’s eyes are slipping closed again, the sight of Izaya tucked under his arm and snuggling into his neck the last thing he sees.

“Yeah flea,” he’s mumbling in his sleep, “do … anything…”

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Change My Mind~ Park Jinyoung

WARNINGS: CEO!Reader, Sales!Jinyoung, Smut, Some Spanking, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Slight Dom/Sub Scenarios, Choking, Dirty Talk  (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: This was requested a while ago by an anon and I had started moving right after I got the request, to the anon that requested this, I am so sorry you had to wait for this! I hope you like it!!

I stood at the large window in my office looking out at the city, it was late in the day, and work was almost over, I just had one more meeting and then I could leave. When you're the CEO of a company, these types of consultations take place all the time, so I usually don't mind staying here for a little longer. 

All of my employees were gone, except for one, my secretary Yugyeom, he was simply waiting for my appointment to arrive. I looked down to my outfit and made sure I had nothing on it, I was wearing black pants with white abstract art on it, a black blouse, and 2 inch heels.  

There was a knock at the door, ”Come in,” I said loudly as I still stared out the window, the door opened and I heard footsteps coming in then Yugyeom’s voice.

”Your appointment is here, Ma’am.” 

”Thank you, Yugyeom. You can go home now if you'd like.” 

”Thank you, Ma’am” 

I heard a smile through his voice and he left the room, I turned around and was completely in awe of this man, he was so gorgeous. His black pants carved his body out so perfectly, his sleeves were rolled up on his grey button up and it showed off his muscular arms very well, his hair was as lustrous as an onyx stone, and the structure of his face was incredible. 

”It’s nice to meet you, I'm Park Jinyoung,” He greeted me with a cunning smile, I introduced myself then shook his hand. I gestured over to in front of my desk, ”You can set your things up over there,” I give him a small smile and he nods. I walk over to my desk to sit down and wait for him to finish setting his display board up, and soon the meeting begins. 

I'm only 30 minutes into this and the way Park Jinyoung was biting his lip and looking me over multiple times had me slightly aroused. Why am I so intimidated by him? He's just some guy from another company, just an ordinary guy from sales here to persuade me with some deal their company wants me to take. 

I'm not exactly interested in this deal though; it doesn't seem like anything will come of it. I leaned back in my chair as he finished his pitch to me, ”I must say, everything you've shown me has been very well put together,” I begin, his smile is devilish as he proudly stood there. 

I stand up from my chair then walk around my desk and lean against it, Jinyoung was still about 5 feet away from me, ”But, I don't really see this taking off like you say it will.” 

His face never faltered, he kept that same look on his face, he had so much confidence, 

”I thought you might say that. I’ve done the calculations multiple times, checked everything else over again, and trust me, in just a few months your stocks will be higher than ever.” 

I sighed, still unsure of it all, he took a few steps forward and I gazed up at him, his hands were in his pockets and he was biting his lip again, I felt my breath hitch. It was so damn sexy. 

My eyes left his lips quickly as I felt my face heat up and I just stared at my feet, ignoring the improper thoughts I was having, his hand went under my chin and lifted my head to look at him, his face was just a few inches from mine, 

”You won't regret it.”

His touch was soft yet firm, he pushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear before he went back to holding my chin in his hand. I tripped over my words as I tried to form a sentence, I felt something ignite in me and I wanted to melt into his touch so bad. 

A heat spreads through my core as I watched the way his eyes darkened at my reaction, ”You look so good in this outfit,” he began, his hand moves down to my black blouse and lingers over the top buttons. 

”Bet you would look even better with no clothes on.” 

I feel myself getting wetter by the second, but I know I need to regain some composure, I can’t let this happen, especially here. I straighten up and move his hand away from me, moving to the side a few feet from him. 

”Mr. Park! This is absolutely inappropriate, I've given you my answer, now, I think you should g-” 

”Oh, cut the act!” he says sternly, I blink a couple of times at him and he starts to walk towards me, backing me up against the wall. 

”I know you want me as much as I want you,” He purred in my ear, I shivered slightly and felt the small defenses I had left crumble. My legs felt weak and the heat between my thighs was not helping me, my hunger for this man was through the roof.

”I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.” 

He slowly inched closer to my face, his hands gripping my waist, ”Just tell me to stop if you truly don't want this.”

I stayed silent. 

His lips grazed over mine and we were soon in a heated kiss, tongues in sync with each other while also battling for dominance. His hands go to my blouse and begin unbuttoning it, kneading my breasts as soon as he could. 

My actions were the same with his button up, my hands roamed his toned chest as he moved his lips to neck, sucking and nibbling at my flesh, surely leaving marks. 

He had picked me up and laid me across my desk, knocking off a few things in the process, ”Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you tastes like,” he says as he yanks my pants off.

I gasp as he circles my clothed clit with his thumb, ”God, you're already so wet,” he smirks. I bite my lip as he slides my panties off and throws them to the side with the rest of our clothes, I'm left completely naked for him. 

He spreads my legs and drops to his knees, biting my inner thighs which makes me gasp, two of his fingers begin to tease my entrance. 

”Stop teasing!” 

I whine, propping myself up on my elbows to look down at him. He smirks before attaching his mouth to my clit and shoving his fingers into me, I throw my head back and moan, grabbing onto his hair and tugging it as he eats me out. 

His tongue is extremely skilled, the way it swirls around my clit has me moaning so lewdly, his fingers curl inside of me and hit my g spot repeatedly. My legs stiffen and start shaking, my stomach tightens, and his name starts falling from my lips over and over. 

He pulls away suddenly and I start whining, ”Imagine what it’d be like if you took this deal,” he begins before quickly turning me over. He slaps my ass and I jolt forward while slightly whimpering, I hear his belt being undone and he pulls me by my hips back to him, 

”I’d be here frequently, making sure everything was in order.” 

He teases my entrance with his cock, I whimper to him for more, but he grabs my hair and jerks my head back. 

”Then I’d come in here, bend you over your desk and fuck you senseless, your panties would be soaked every time you saw me. Would you like that?” he questions me, I moan and nod my head, all dignity I had left me, I just wanted him. 

He thrusts into me and I cry in pleasure, I hear him chuckle then feel his hands grip my hips, he pounds into me and growls against my ear, ”Good girl.” I arch my back and mewl his name, loving the way his dick puts me in bliss.

”F-fuck, Jinyoung!” I cry out and nearly let my body fall against my desk. He pulls out and turns me back around so I'm leaning back on my elbows, his hand goes to my throat, and I gasp, looking up to him and watching his face contort in pleasure. 

His other hand gropes my breast and pinches my nipple before traveling down to my core, he rubs my clit hastily and I start to fall apart, clenching around his dick when I feel a pit in my stomach. 

”Please, I want to cum!” I beg him, he groans and his grip on my throat tightens. ”Look at me while you cum,” he grunts, I let out a pornographic cry and keep my eyes locked with his. 

The feeling of ecstasy washes over my body, my hand is over his wrist and I dig my nails into it before falling limp in his grasp. Trembling from how intense it is, my eyes roll to the back of my head as he rides out my orgasm before he cums, I lay there trying to catch my breath when he pulls out. 

I then try to stand up but my legs are like jelly, he chuckles and helps me, I lean on the desk and after he slips his pants on he gathers my clothes to give to me. ”I’m glad you were able to change my mind, Mr. Park,” I spoke as I slipped my undergarments back on, he grins as he slips his shirt back in. 

”No problem, I quite enjoyed changing your mind, and please, call me Jinyoung.” 

I blush slightly and tuck my blouse into my pants, he stands there and watches me, biting his lip again. 

”Stop looking at me like that!” 

”Sorry, I was thinking about your moans and how glad I am for your floor being empty.” he purrs into my ear before slapping my ass and kissing my cheek. 

He turns around and gathers up the rest of the things he brought, I stay leaning against my desk and watch him walk to the door, he turns one last time to me and smiles before saying, 

”Can't wait for next time, doll.” 

[mythiica]

Reader x Gavin {MLQC} - Mistletoe Surprise

Title: Mistletoe Surprise

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Character: Gavin

Genre: lmao straight into the porn

Warnings: ;)

Kinks: office/desk sex, sex in public place, dirty talk/teasing, clothe ripping, [surpise at the end]

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience 

Word Count: 1317 words

POV: second person

Other comments: for @belxsar as a secret santa! Hope you enjoy~

You did not think that kissing under the mistletoe would lead to Gavin picking you up, white fuzzy edge of your skirt hanging over his arm, and carrying you into your office. The door clicks when he locks it, and the next moment, Gavin is helping himself to your bare clavicle. He smells like pine and tastes like champagne – with every open-mouthed kiss, you feel the bubbles of the alcohol lingering on his tongue. 

          His hand rides up your thigh and he grips you to place you on your desk. Pens and papers fall to the ground, but neither of you care in the moment. The only thing that does cross your mind is that you are happy everyone outside is distracted by Victor and Lucien’s karaoke number. Before you and Gavin slipped out, they kept stealing the microphone from each other. 

         But that does not matter any more. 

         Gavin is the only thing on your mind. He is quick to pull your knee-high stockings down with one hand as the other goes to his belt. The next moment, Gavin leans against you to brush your hair back and kisses you. “I knew that this dress would be problematic–” he growls, slipping his other hand around you to tug at the zipper. 

         “How so?” 

         “Every time you move, I see every part of you that I like, but I can’t touch you.” 

         He manages to pull your dress down, exposing your strapless bra. The music grows louder outside, and Gavin takes the opportunity to slip his hand between your legs and feel for the elastic of your panties. You whine at him and tug at his grey jacket, indirectly asking him to take it off. 

         As you loosen his tie, Gavin fusses with the buttons of his shirt to remove it as quickly as possible. It hangs open, giving you full view of his muscles. In fact, you are too distracted by his physic that you do not realize that he has removed your underwear with one hand. 

         “We definitely drank too much–” you ration, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him down for another kiss. 

         “Speak for yourself. I’m completely sober.” Gavin stumbles on your stapler and swallows his own words. “Okay, mostly sober. But I know what I’m doing here.” He lifts your leg and meets your gaze. A smile flashes across his face, and you nuzzle against his neck as he takes his time entering you. 

         You moan as the party outside bursts into applause. The noise masks the sound of Gavin thrusting against you. The gingle of his belt sounds almost like a bell as it clinks against the edge of the desk. His breath is heavy as he pants, the warmth brushing against your skin. 

         “If we’re gonna do this here, you might as well do everything you want to me–” you invite, propping your leg up on his hip. With the movement, your skirt shifts up more, exposing your skin, to which Gavin gleefully growls as he lowers his head to kiss your hips. 

         “Is this the present you thought you would receive?” Gavin lifts your hand and presses your palm to his cheek. Then, he shifts so that he can grip your waist and return to delivering you pleasurable thrusts. The two of you have only been doing this for a few minutes maximum, but the room already smells like sex, so you try to set yourself a mental reminder to light a candle before you leave. 

         You curl your fingers under Gavin’s chin to tip his head up. “Not exactly, but we can continue at home after I give you my gift–” 

         “Oh?” 

         A particularly languid thrust accompanies the inquiry, and you cry out. Biting your lip, you nod and throw your other arm over his shoulder to drag your festive nails across his muscular shoulders. 

         “Do share..” 

         “But that will ruin the surprise!” you protest, your fingers dipping down to tug on Gavin’s necktie. He loses his breath momentarily and follows you forward, only stopping when your lips melt against his in a deep kiss. 

         Gavin only smirks and hooks his finger in the tights you are wearing. They are bunched up  at your knees along with your stockings, and when Gavin gives it a sharp yank, the fabric rips. “I just ruined these, so I guess I’ll have to tell you what I got.” 

         You try to pout furiously, but Gavin’s fingers find your sensitive bud to give you a few rapid strokes, making you throw your head back and moan. He continues to thrust into you, his length grinding against your clenching walls. 

         “I found a bright red set, all lace and frills, it will cut across your stomach like this,” he drags two fingers across your abdomen to trace the design, “and it will curl around your thighs, showing off the right amount of spillage…” Gavin seems to purr with anticipation as he describes the image in his mind. You even feel him twitching inside, alluding to the fact that he is getting aroused by this fantasy more than you. 

         “Hey!” You pinch Gavin’s shoulder and lean forward to kiss an exposed nipple. “Pay attention to me.” 

         Gavin moans as your tongue brushes over him, and he laughs afterwards. “Sorry.. I got carried away there. I just know you’ll like it.” He gives you an apologetic kiss on the tip of your nose and leans you back against the desk to take you closer to high heaven. 

         You cannot stay mad at him for long, especially when Gavin buries his nose in the crook of your neck to kiss the soft spot under your pulse. 

         “Gavin,” you mewl, grinding against his body, “I’m going to make a mess, I know it–” 

         It would not be a problem, save for the fact that there is a party outside. You are not very keen on the idea of doing the walk of shame out of your own office. 

         He almost seems to not listen to your warning, and you suddenly feel the rush of warmth flooding your abdomen. A moan catches in your throat as you wait for the pleasure to crash over you. 

         However, it does not come. 

         Gavin steps back at the last second and gives himself a few strokes before lapping at the web of white stretching between his fingers. “At home it is then…” 

         You flush with embarrassment and squirm, trying to coax Gavin back. “I take it back, let me make a mess, please.” 

         He laughs heartily and starts to get dressed. “But you’ve been naughty.” Gavin helps you sit up only for his lips to brush against your ear. “And naughty girls have to wait for good things.” 

         Crossing your legs, you try to find your own pleasure, but it is not as good as when Gavin gives it to you. Sighing, you start to pull your tights and stockings up. The tear is hidden by your skirt, but you smack Gavin’s ass before stealing his jacket to drape over your shoulders. “I’m not telling you what I got you then!” you throw at him as you exit your office. 

         Kiro is singing now, so no one pays attention to the two of you slip out. 

         “And it’s a shame because it matches really well with what you got me–” 

         Gavin runs a hand through his hair. “Well now I’m tempted to just go home. Maybe find some more mistletoe somewhere…” He locks his arms around you and kisses your neck. “This is nice…” 

         “I thought I was naughty!” 

         “You’re a bit of both, that’s why I like you,” Gavin explains, nipping your earlobe. He’s wearing a devilish smirk, fitting to the naughty theme. 

         You’ll get him back later, knowing that the red fuzzy handcuffs you have for him will indeed match well with his gift for you. 

[capandbuckysgirl]

Let Us Love You (Stucky x Reader)

Let Us Love You (Stucky x Reader)

Mood board made by @im-finallly-clean Thank you so much, Beth!

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT, there is a bit of m/m stuff, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (f/m receiving), fingering, M/M/F threesome, DP, alcohol consumption… I think that’s all!

This is for 18+ only, please! It’s dirty, filthy smut with almost no plot but I’m damn proud of it!

This may turn out to be multiple chapters, I’m not sure yet. Please let me know what you think!? Feedback makes me a very happy girl!

I leaned my forehead against the door frame, the tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried to calm my breathing back to normal. I’d just experienced the worst first date of all time and now all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch with a drink or ten and pass out.

This was the last time that I was going to let Nat set me up on a blind date, that was for damn sure. Everything seemed to be going pretty well until he’d gotten a phone call in the middle of dinner. He’d excused himself from the table… and just never came back.

No goodbye, not even a “this isn’t going to work”. Nothing.

And the fucker left me to pick up the check.

Straightening up and swiping angrily at my eyes I pushed my key into the lock and turned the knob. Hopefully I wouldn’t wake my roommates if they were sleeping, but I needed to make myself a drink and drown my sorrows in booze and a gallon of chocolate cookie dough ice cream.

“Y/N?” Bucky questioned as he came around the corner from his room. He looked so fucking adorable (but I’d never say that out loud - he was a trained assassin after all) as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and ran his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. “What happened?”

“Hey, Buck.” I said shortly. I didn’t want him questioning why my eyes were no doubt red, or why I probably looked like shit from all the blubbering I’d done on the way home. “Steve sleeping?”

“He’s down at the gym, working out his aggression on some punching bags no doubt.”

I tried to laugh, but it came out as a broken sob as I turned toward the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and pulled out my mixers to make myself a margarita. Pulling the Patron down from the cupboard I popped the cork and took a huge gulp before tipping the bottle over the blender and pouring a hefty amount into it. I swallowed past the initial burn and then started pouring the rest of my ingredients in before starting the blender.

I could see Bucky standing in the kitchen, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he watched me closely. I’d never been able to hide anything from him or Steve. We’d become so close over the past few months since we’d agreed to be roommates. Working at Stark Tower was great and I loved my job, but I couldn’t live there.

Steve and Bucky had also decided that they needed some space between work and home, so we’d all chipped in and rented a nice place in  the city. We were only ten minutes or so from the tower which made it convenient, but also gave up the separation that we craved.

It didn’t hurt that I loved living with them, they were clean, sweet and undeniably gorgeous. I kept my feelings to myself, but I couldn’t help how I felt about them. I’d never felt this way about anyone before, let alone two men.

Bucky cleared his throat as I turned the blender off, ducking down a bit to get my attention. “I take it that things didn’t go well?”

I laughed cynically, pouring the mix into a large glass and spinning on my heel before walking toward the couch. I chugged a big mouthful of my drink and looked back toward Bucky. Plopping down onto the couch I swallowed another big gulp of my drink before clearing my throat.

“He left me in the middle of dinner. Got a phone call, I didn’t think anything of it, ya know? He excused himself, then just never came back. Left me to pay the check and everything.”

“Well, the guy is a dick and doesn’t know what he’s missing sweetheart.” I hadn’t heard Steve come in, but there he was in all his sweaty, muscular glory in his too-tight white t-shirt. These two really knew how to make a girl all tingly.

“Steve’s right, babe. He doesn’t deserve you.”

I scoffed as I chugged more of my drink. “I think I’m going to just give up on finding love now. Maybe I’m just meant to be alone.”

Steve closed the door, clicking the locks into place as Bucky rounded the sofa and sat in front of me on the coffee table. Taking my drink from my hands his eyes searched mine for a moment. Steve walked toward the two of us, his jaw clenched as he sat in the armchair against the far wall.

Bucky drew my attention back to him as he placed his vibranium hand on my knee, the coolness seeping through my stocking and sending jolts of pleasure up to my core. I tried to contain my shiver of arousal but by the smirk that pulled across both their lips, I failed.

“Is there anything we can do to make you feel better, sweetheart? To take your mind off that asshole that hurt you?”

The words dripping from Steve’s lips had me clenching my thighs together, trying to find some sort of relief. What were these two doing to me?

“Talk to us, gorgeous.” Bucky added as he ran his fingers a bit higher on my thigh, touching the lace top of my stocking, dipping one fingertip under the material.

“We’re friends, right? Isn’t this wrong?” I gulped, the words not coming out as strong as I wanted them to.

“Y/N, we don’t have to do a damn thing. We can sit here and watch movies and pig out on junk food with you if that’s what you want.” Steve said as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “We love you, sweetheart. We’re friends, first and foremost. If you don’t want anything else, then we all go back to how it’s been for the past few months.”

“But,” Bucky whispered, his breath fanning across my lips. Goosebumps rose all over my skin; the taste of him on my tongue overwhelming my senses. “If we can do anything to make you feel better, we’re here.”

“You guys…” I sighed, my heart hammering in my chest. “You know I love you, love you, right?”

“Oh, darling,” Steve smiled brightly. “We’ve known for a while that you feel something more for us. We just didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Well, you should know that we love you, too.” Bucky answered, his breath and scent drawing me toward him.

I looked over at Steve. “Yeah, baby,” he nodded. “ We love you so much. Let us love you.”

Sliding forward, my hands finding purchase on Bucky’s shoulders, I pulled him to me, our lips connecting in a heated kiss. We were not slow or tender, this was all teeth and tongues, gasps and moans of pleasure. We pulled apart, a sigh of contentment falling from my lips as Bucky moved both of his hands to my hips and jerked me down the couch. Steve stood up, pulling the coffee table back as Bucky got onto his knees and shoved my skirt up around my hips.

“These black stockings look absolutely delectable on you. Your soft, beautiful thighs covered in lace.” Bucky smoothed his hands up and down my thighs as he spoke, my eyes closing as I listened. “Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

I did as he said, opening my eyes and staring directly into his. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he inhaled deeply once before jerking them off, the sound of them tearing pulling a pornographic sounding moan from my mouth.

“Are we doing this, Y/N? We’re all on the same page?”

I looked up at Steve standing behind Bucky, his arms now folded across his chest (that fucking t-shirt looking even more strained). I wanted to lick him. Every. Damn. Inch of him.

“Oh yeah, we’re so doing this.” That must have been what Bucky was waiting to hear, because without further warning one of his metal fingers worked its way through my folds and inside me as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around my clit.

“Fu-ucking hell!”

“We’re going to make you forget all about those failed dates, there’s only us now. Are you gonna be a good girl for us, Y/N?”

I couldn’t form coherent words, only moan as Bucky worked a second finger inside of me, crooking them up to hit my g-spot. He worked his tongue over my clit like a fucking pro as I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing handfuls and holding him tightly against me. I was chasing my first orgasm, hoping Bucky would take the hint as I started grinding my pussy against his talented fingers. His mouth was pure sin, his groans and sighs vibrating against me in the most delicious sort of torture.

“Bucky, yes!”

He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine for a moment and I wanted to cry.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” He whispered against the skin of my thighs, his tongue running a wet trail back up toward my core where I wanted him most.

“Yes, god yes.” He smirked once more as he stood up, grabbing my hips and hefting me over his shoulder. Steve followed closely behind as we made our way into his room. Steve’s room was the best place for this, with his King size bed.

Bucky tossed me gently down onto the mattress, I tore the rest of my clothes off  except my black lace stockings as his eyes searching mine once more. He pulled Steve against him, the strong, muscular bodies pushed against each other. I watched, completely enraptured as Steve’s lips found Bucky’s, their tongues working together as they moaned and started to grind against each other. 

Bucky reached down, lifting Steve’s shirt off over his head as Steve laughed and pulled his gym shorts down. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from them, the sight before me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.

“I need your mouth on me, Buck.”

You watched as Bucky slid down to his knees, pumped Steve twice in his hands and then wrapped his lips around his cock, sucking him in with a moan and then pulling back. Over and over and over. The sound of Steve’s deep moans, Bucky’s mouth working over his cock like he was a starving man had me once again clenching my thighs together looking for relief.

I moved my hand down to my core, dipping two fingers into my slick before working them over my clit, my eyes never leaving the two men in front of me.

“Good girl, sweetheart. Does watching Bucky suck my cock turn you on?” Steve groaned loudly. “You gonna cum for us?”

“God, yes. You two are so fucking beautiful.”

“Okay, Bucky, up. We’re both going to fuck her now.” The sound of Steve’s voice, so deep and commanding, had me cumming all over my fingers. My thighs shaking as Steve came to the bed, pulling my fingers to his mouth and sucking on them. “So good. Bucky’s going to fuck your ass, have you ever done that before?”

“O-once,” I moaned. “I want to feel you both inside of me.”

Steve pulled me up to let Bucky lie down, he pulled some lube from the bedside table and squeezed some onto Steve’s fingers. Holding me up against his chest, Steve worked one of his fingers into my ass as Bucky stripped his sleep pants off. Steve continued to stretch me out, working two fingers and scissoring them before pulling them out and looking down at me.

“Sit reverse on his cock, baby. You’re gonna take us both.”

I sighed audibly as the shiver of arousal worked its way down my spine. I crawled up the bed toward Bucky, before mounting him in reverse. He lubed his cock and had me lift up. Slowly he began to push into my ass, his cock much bigger than Steve’s fingers, but the stretch and burn was incredible.

“Just breathe, good girl. So fuckin’ tight, Jesus Christ…”

When Bucky was fully seated within me, he held my hips still, my back rubbing against his chest and his metal fingers rubbing against my clit as Steve got on the bed, his eyes looking absolutely predatory.

His lips met mine, kissing me deeply before resting his forehead against mine. “We love you so much, sweetheart. Once we do this…”

“I’m yours, both of yours. No more dates, no more running away from how I feel. I love you both, too.”

He nodded as he grasped himself in his hand and began pushing inside me. I threw my head back, the feeling of being so full - it was almost too much. My eyes felt heavy, like I couldn’t keep them open because I was so overstimulated.

“You look so good, wrapped around the both of us.” Steve pushed in, balls deep inside of me. I could feel the two of them, muscles twitching as they held still and allowed me to get used to the feeling. “You okay, Bucky? Y/N?”

I could feel Bucky’s cock twitch inside me before he groaned out a ‘yes’. I looked into Steve’s eyes, my heart thundering as I told him yes as well. Steve pulled out and pushed back in as Bucky worked his own rhythm underneath me.

There was a constant push and pull, their rhythms now working together to bring me pleasure. The whisper of moans, the slap of skin on skin on skin. Bucky wrapped one of his hands into my hair, pulling my head back as he bit the side of my neck. Steve leaned down on the other side and nipped the skin there, whispering how good I felt and how tight I was.

My thighs once again began to shake, my breathing rapid as I felt my orgasm rushing toward me, the tightening of my muscles and the fluttering of my core alerting them both that I was close.

“Steve… oh, yes!”

“I can feel you, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Bucky groaned loudly, his fist still wrapped in my hair and his breath tickling against my sweat-soaked skin.

“I can feel Bucky, Y/N. I can feel his cock inside of you.”

That’s all it took to push me over that edge, I came hard, the rush of it covering my thighs and also wetting Steve.

“Fuck, Bucky - Steve! So… good…”

“God damn, our little rain maker. That is so fucking hot!” Steve grunted as he fucked into me harder, his cock hitting my g-spot again. Bucky’s thrusts were beginning to lose their rhythm and he moaned loudly as he moved his hands down to my hips, holding them tight.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” Bucky sighed, his grip tightening enough to bruise as he thrust a bit harder and deeper. Thrust once, twice, three times more, he locked up behind me, his cum spilling into my ass as he moaned against the skin of my back. “Y/N, oh fuck!”

Steve wrapped his hands into my hair now, pulling my face toward him as he kissed me deeply, his eyes open as he thrust harder, faster.

“Cum for us one more time, Y/N. I can feel you.”

Bucky’s cock slipped from my ass but his hands were still on my hips. He used his strength to buck my body against Steve’s, my thighs burning as I worked up against him, matching his punishing rhythm as I felt the coil snap once more. Steve moaned loudly as his orgasm took over, his hips pulled tightly against mine as his muscles tensed, his face contorting in pleasure and his breath mingling with mine.

We all pulled apart, flopping onto the bed as Bucky got up and went to the bathroom. I tried to catch my breath as I felt a cool cloth between my legs. I cracked my eyes open, smiling slightly as I watched the two of them. I was now completely wrecked, but in a good way.

“You seem better now, sweetheart. How did we do?” Steve asked with a smirk as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Like you don’t know that you both just ruined me for anyone else, ever.” I kissed his lips softly as Bucky slipped into the bed on the other side of me, his arms resting around Steve’s.

I turned my head toward him, our lips meeting in a kiss that had my stomach flipping with excitement. The pain between my legs had me realizing I couldn’t do anything else tonight, but I would now crave the feeling of them both. Pulling away from his mouth, I felt my cheeks heat up as they both leaned up over me and kissed each other.

“Yeah, I’m so fucking ruined.”

They both pulled back with a smile, their eyes meeting mine. What had I been so upset about before? I couldn’t quite remember as they both wrapped me back up into their arms and we fell into a deep sleep.

[meshkol]

I'm personally not a big fan of DrPepperony, mostly because I don't know how to write Pepper and I generally don't write porn with female characters, so I do hope that the lack of said porn isn't too much of a disappointment. Still, I kinda like this regardless, and I had fun with it, even if it doesn't fill the prompt to a T. Also, it's unbeta'd af, and has the added bonus of filling A-5 for my Tony Stark Bingo 2019 card: Cinderella Story (in a highly unconventional manner lmao). Enjoy, and feel free to prompt me more for my Bingo Card!

Also read on ao3.

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Pepper comes in at half-past four and blinks.

After so many years of being Tony’s PA, then boss, then girlfriend, then fiancée, she likes to think that she’s seen it all. Tony’s never been a shy man, nor has he ever been particularly shameful – Tony Stark is a conundrum and a complete wild card, even in his predictability, so he’s gotten himself into some crazy situations that Pepper’s walked in on, berated him for, or teased him mercilessly about. Let it be known that Pepper’s not shy either, and that’s why she’s a damned good CEO of the biggest conglomerate on the planet.

Honestly, Tony dabbling with employees isn’t exactly out-of-the-norm (obviously, considering Pepper herself, and the gossip mags are still having a field day with that one), and, of course, Tony’s always been a fan of roleplay too, so it’s not like she’s really surprised by what she’s seeing.

Except she is.

Pepper’s always liked Stephen Strange, which isn’t really a surprise to anyone who knows her. He’s her type – sharp, smart, a bit of a dork, kind, unbelievably soft behind closed doors, a thousand other things that makes her heart flutter and her cheeks flush – and he’s good for Tony too. It’s nice having him around, because Pepper can talk to an adult for once and Tony can get his geek on with a fellow swot, not to mention that they take care of each other out in the field too. She doesn’t even want to count how many times the two of them have jumped into the middle of a fight to keep each other safe, and Pepper’s always going to be thankful for that. She already has enough worry and stress in her life knowing that both of them are fighting and saving the world, but the comfort of knowing they have each other to lean on is relieving.

Stephen is straight-laced and arrogant, a remnant of his neurosurgery days, and a wry, bizarre little shit from his current profession as the Sorcerer Supreme. It’s a juxtaposition that shouldn’t make sense, but somehow it works on him, especially considering the gibberish he talks that makes him sound like an alien sometimes. He’s very proper and maintained, meticulous and stern, sardonic and baffling, and Pepper’s never really seen a deviation of that over the year of Stephen being intimate with Tony.

Seeing him like this? Well. She thought she’d seen everything, but apparently not.

“Tony...” she says slowly, watching Stephen as he cleans off a bartop with careful precision. From the corner of her eyes, she can see Tony practically skipping towards her with a huge grin on his face, showing every tooth in his mouth, but she can’t quite take her eyes off Stephen quietly doing what the cleaning crew is employed for, and who could even blame her anyway?

Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme and widely considered to be the best neurosurgeon that’s ever practised, is dressed in a skimpy, oddly flattering maid’s costume. It’s short and revealing, with a dipping neckline that shows off the tops of his pink nipples, and the sleeves and skirt are poofing out, ruffles swaying with every movement he makes. It’s short enough that Pepper can see lacey white knickers on his arse, the boyfriend-cut not enough to hide the swell of his arse as it peeks through the bottom, just barely cutting into the crease, and the white lace matches the shockingly white sheer stockings that stretch up his lean, muscular legs, gartered up mid-thigh. He has a pair of simple, heeled Mary Janes on, more innocent than six-inch stilettos would be, but it still emphasises the bulge of his calves underneath sheer fabric. A matching lace choker around his neck, a small bow in his hair, and long white gloves complete the ensemble.

Pepper immediately wonders what the bet is, and who’s winning.

“Welcome home, babe!” Tony greets happily, pecking her on the cheek chastely before wrapping an arm around Pepper’s shoulders, focussing his attention on Stephen as well as he thunks his head gently against hers. “I see you’ve become aware of our pretty Cinderella.”

“Tony...” she says again, and this time there’s a hint of you-better-explain-yourself-now in her tone.

Tony sniggers for a second, then brandishes a remote in his free hand as he explains with deliberate nonchalance, “Well, you see, we were arguing about how Stephen is a terrible snob – which is rich, coming from me – and he said that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself without needing help, which I thought was hilarious. I mean, you know as well as I do that he’s adorably messy, always leaving his clothes on the floor when he’s getting naked or not wanting to shower after I’ve come all over him, so we made a deal.”

Pepper fights the urge to roll her eyes at their predictable brand of crazy and says, “Let me guess, he has to do...that until midnight?”

Tony thunks her head again with his and answers cheerfully, “Sure does! Wanna see him dance?”

“I—” she starts, but she doesn’t manage to finish, because Tony’s pressing a button on the remote and suddenly Stephen’s knees buckle, hands flailing for purchase before he slams his gloved forearms against the bartop, the cleaning cloth squeezed between his fingers. His entire body shivers, hips twitching into the perfect position for the overhead lights to shine directly on Stephen’s dolled-up body, and suddenly Pepper can see the sheen of viscous liquid on the bare strip of Stephen’s inner thighs and hear the faint buzz of a toy.

“Tony!” she exclaims, mouth dropping open, and she’s not sure whether she’s fascinated by the sight of Stephen’s countenance or if she’s just completely flummoxed that Stephen’s allowing this.

Pepper’s sex-positive and fairly blasé about sex in general, so she knows what her fiancé and boyfriend get up to. She knows that Stephen’s an adventurous man in the bedroom – she’s seen it first-hand, more times than she can count, since they’re always fooling around with each other and always trying to one-up the other to boot – but she also knows that Stephen generally makes Tony dress in pretty things (or Pepper herself, but that’s for the aesthetic). Seeing it the other way around is already jarring, and knowing that Stephen’s apparently getting off on doing household chores (my dreaded enemy, he likes to say sometimes in that dramatic way he has) in a skimpy maid’s costume while something buzzes inside him?

Well.

Well.

“It’s great, right?” Tony quips with a squeeze, pulling her close. “I mean, don’t worry babe, I’ve been periodically taking it out for more lube – I need to build one that has a secreting function, but it’d need a reservoir, so it’ll be tricky – so I’m being super careful. In fact...” He pecks her on the cheek again and then walks towards Stephen, practically strutting and eyes bright with arousal. Now that he’s in her line of vision, she can see that he looks well-rested and comfortable, in a threadbare shirt with the sleeves shucked up to his elbows and a pair of Stephen’s flannel pyjama bottoms which do nothing to hide the swell of his prick.

As he turns off the vibrating plug and then slowly pulls down Stephen’s lace knickers to expose the swell of his arse, running a hand along Stephen’s skin languidly, she can’t help but think that this is her favourite type of Tony: easy in his own skin, predatory, soft and calm in the comfort of his own home and around the people he loves. She loves when he gets like this, because it’s proof that Tony can take a deep breath and really allow himself to be for once, rather than hiding behind a well-worn mask or keeping his armour (both metaphorically and literally) up. It’s extremely validating that he’s able to be his true self in front of her, allowing himself to be seen like this.

She watches as Tony digs a bottle of lube out of his pocket, pulls out the sizeable toy (bright red and garish, which isn’t surprising), and lubes it up again before slowly teasing it back inside of Stephen’s hole. He’s kissing the side of Stephen’s neck, long drags of his lips and rough murmurs that Pepper can’t quite understand, so she steps closer so she can decipher the words. It’s quiet praise mixed in with vile words – you’re so beautiful Stephen, and your hole just sucks it in all pretty and desperately, fuck you’re gorgeous aren’t you – and it’s classic Tony, just the right mixture of dirty talk and honest appreciation. Stephen seems to eat it up, his face and chest flushed as he bends placidly against the bar, and Pepper can’t help but stroke a hand along the other side of Stephen’s lightly damp neck, pressing a kiss of her own against his thick hair.

“Welcome home, Pepper,” Stephen croaks thickly, turning his head so he can look at her with glazed eyes. “How many businessmen did you eviscerate today?”

She smiles. “Four, actually. I have their balls in a jar on my desk at the office.” She presses another kiss against his flushed, sweaty forehead and asks them both, “So is anyone going to tell me what this bet is?”

She hears the buzz of the vibrating plug start up, making Stephen jolt around a low groan, and Tony pipes up, “If he continues to be our pretty Cinderella until midnight without getting off or avoiding his duties as our maid, I have to physically attend that conference in Geneva for nerve regenerating stem cell research with him instead of just throwing money at it. If I win, he has to come to Vegas with me for twenty-four hours without complaining about it. Obviously you’re enthusiastically invited to all of the above, though I doubt you’ll partake in any Vegas festivities.”

“I might have to, if Stephen’s not allowed to complain about it,” she remarks off-handedly with a shrug, presses a last kiss to Stephen’s cheek, and then ruffles Tony’s hair. “Our PR team might have a coronary if you’re forcing him to enable you in Sin City. I’m going to go shower now.”

“Okay babe. Do you want him to wash you up?” Tony offers.

She watches as Stephen’s eyes go dark at the possibility, and despite the fact that it’s always nice to shower with her men and be pampered, she also knows that Stephen has a bet to win and she’s going to do everything in her power to help him do it. If only for her own sanity.

“It’s fine,” she replies easily, smiling at Stephen. “Wouldn’t want to make you get out of your pretty dress, Stephen.”

Tony giggles as Stephen scowls, though the effect is weakened by the sharp arousal in his sharp face. “This costume is humiliating and incredibly uncomfortable.”

“I think you look nice, if a little cliché,” Pepper notes, pulling away and shrugging out of her suit jacket. “Be thankful he didn’t put you in a corset and six-inch stilettos instead. He’s always had a thing for that.”

“Ooh, that’s a thought!” Tony exclaims with a cheeky wink. He pushes a button absently on the remote, making the buzzing get unbearably loud, and Stephen cries out, entire body shuddering before his hips start thrusting forward into air for friction, eyes clenches shut as he feels.

Pepper rolls her eyes and says seriously, albeit with a twinge of amusement, “Stephen, I need you to be strong for me. Think of Geneva and making Tony suffer through a benefit dinner, and you’ll make it to midnight. Be a pretty, strong Cinderella, and I’ll help you make him suffer.”

Through the constant groans and full-body shivers, Stephen still manages to crack a smile even as Tony huffs with mock offense. “Hey, that’s rude. You’re not supposed to take his side on this.”

Pepper sniffs without any heat and then makes her way to their master bath, calling out merrily behind her shoulder, “You honestly don’t expect me to pick a side when the stakes are Vegas and a medical conference in Geneva? Think of the shoes, Tony.”

She leaves the room with a smile, listening to Tony laugh vibrantly and Stephen moan even as he’s ordered to keep cleaning up.

They’re both totally insane, in Pepper’s opinion, but she loves them nonetheless.

[ricebunni24]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy • Harlee

Finally made this smut. Took ages. Idk why.

Warnings: Phone Sex, Masturbating, Dirty Talking(like a lot. sorry), Dom/Sub thing, and Ben wearing lingerie(whoops).

All mistakes and shit are all me. Please tell me where they are.

Thanks.

AO3 version :)

*

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

He had just started doing press interviews for Bohemian Rhapsody. Rami, Joe, and Gwilym had already been through a couple a few minutes ago.

And he’s has a raging hard-on.

He knew he should have never had looked at his phone in between them, he usually doesn't, but he wanted to check if Ben was doing okay in Paris for the new movie he was shooting.

Buzz

Ben sends a picture and a text on phone. Curious as Gwilym was he opens it and immediately regrets it.

Love of My Life

*picture*

bought a little something here at Paris ;)

12:55pm

The picture shows off his neck down wearing a pair of thin lacey white panties and black stockings with white lace trimming on top that went around his upper thighs.

Gwilym lets out a small gasp and immediately presses the bottom to lock his phone. He looked up to see if the guys noticed him in shock, but they were busy chatting to each other waiting for the next interviewer to come in. He then coughs to clear his throat, trying to make it so nothing had happened just now.

Jesus Christ. Why did he even look at his phone for?

He feels another light buzz from his hand. He knows he shouldn’t check it.

Love of My Life

*picture*

saw it in black too

*picture*

1:02pm

Gwilym feels like he is having an asthma attack. All of the air in his lungs got sucked out of him when the second image on his phone popped up.

Ben was wearing the same pair of panties but in black. He was wearing the same stockings also having black lace trimming. What was different this time was that the stocking and the underwear were connected by black garters.

Garters. Fuck.

He grabbed the water bottle that was on the side table next to him and took a sip.

Okay. Fine. A big gulp of water. His mouth was dry.

The second picture was the worst for the brunet. It was Ben, on his knees, leaning against arms that were in front of him, and sitting on some couch. The picture was taken from behind showing the roundness of the blond’s bottom. The pair fitting really nicely around it and another pair of garters were connected from behind as well.

Just the thought on Ben on his knees with the set on, waiting for Gwilym to get home just to pull the lacy pair aside enough to put his hard cock into him. Ben letting his high pitched moans out of his mouth and filling the room with his and Gwilym’s grunts as he thrusts into Ben. Seeing his cheeks red from his hand slapping them. Looking at his muscular back full of love bites and long red scratches all the down to his ass from Gwilym.

And no one else.

Brings him here. To have a full-on erection and a dry mouth.

He then proceeds to cross his legs and takes another drink from the bottle.

“Hi, guys! Nice to meet you all!”

The voice of the interviewer comes across from him. He quickly looks up and then down again at his phone and turns it off. The man puts his hand out to Gwilym and he takes the hand to shake it. Gwilym and the rest reply to the interviewer.

*

It’s been only three, two-minute interviews and Gwilym feels like its been six hours.

He just wants to text, call, whatever Ben back. He wants to tell him that he should have not been teasing the brunet like that so he’s hard throughout the whole press interviews.

“You good, Gwilym?” He hears his name and he looks over at his friends looking back.

“Uh yeah, I’m okay. I’m just exhausted.” He clears his throat.

“What did you do last night? Stay up all night?” Joe asks, smiling.

Gwilym remembers last night pretty well. It was very late since Ben was seven hours ahead of him and the brunet was wide awake. So awake, Ben and he were talking. Well. More than just talking. The brunet was stroking his cock while he was shamelessly dirty talking to Ben over the phone.

“Right when we get home, I’m shoving you down onto your knees and making you choke on my dick then I’m taking you right there. There on the floor.” He could hear Ben whining and mumbling ‘yes, sir’ on the other line.

He was huffing his name loudly on the other side of the phone just coming along with him.

This flashback only just made him even harder.

“Something like that, yeah.” Gwilym chuckles a bit back.

Then the next interviewer comes in.

*

His erection was no more at this point. He has opened his legs for a couple minutes relived just not thinking about Ben and his little underwear hiding his hard dick in them.

Jesus.

“And that was the last one, guys.” The agent stands up from the chair.

“Thank god.” Gwilym sighed. Grabbing his phone from his pocket. He unlocked it and the picture of Ben sitting (so pretty he adds) on the couch is left on it.

“I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see that,” Joe looks up at Gwilym, frowning a bit. “but since when did you have a girlfriend?”

Great.

“Oh. Um. This-uh not very long. Maybe a couple of months.” Gwilym turns his device face down and stumbles his words talking to his friend.

“And she sends you those kinds of pictures?” Joe huffs.

“Yeah. He’s- she’s something.”

*

Gwilym opens the door out the car and thanks to the driver, rather quickly.

He couldn’t wait to call his boyfriend on the phone. He couldn’t wait to see his boyfriend in the pretty knickers he bought. He couldn’t wait to hear Ben.

Buzz.

Love of My Life

hey babe. you done?

I wanna play with you <3

2:56pm

He really couldn’t.

He takes the steps up to his hotel door and struggles to unlock it with the key. His hands are shaking. He shuts and locks the door behind him. Drops his keys onto the kitchen counter, rolls his jacket off his shoulder to hang it up on the coat rack and toes his shoes off next to the door then heads to the bed.

Gwilym taps a few on his cellphone, grinning.

Calling Ben…

Immediately he hears the ringing stop.

“Hello?”

“Hey, love. How you today?”

“Let’s just cut to the chase. I’ve been fucking waiting for you all day.”

Accept video chat?

Gwilym chuckles and clicks accept.

He sees Ben’s face and his head against the headboard. He’s biting his lower lip.

“Biting your lip huh? Already?” Gwilym’s little rectangle screen on the top right shows him smirking.

“Shut up,” Ben replies. “Wanna see?”

Ben’s camera moves towards the bottom of his torso. Gwilym could see his abs, pecks and his head.

Gwilym's starts rubbing the tent in his pants already half hard. “Lower.”

Ben smiles. Ben takes the phone and sits up. The brunet raises an eyebrow. “What are y- oh.”

The phone is stood up placed somewhere so you could see Ben’s whole body and his face.

And what he’s wearing.

It was the white knickers with the white lace trimmed stockings. Like the first picture, he sent Gwilym.

Gwilym’s mouth gaped open. A little stunned.

“You’ve seen a picture already. Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.” You could hear Ben’s voice echo a bit.

Gwilym shuts his mouth close and swallows. His mouth dry. “I know. You just look prettier than in the picture, love.”

Ben stands up and walks in a sultry manner in front of the camera showing his whole body. “You like it?” Ben has his hand on his left hip. Ben’s white lacy knickers engulf his hard cock. Gwilym nods and rubs a little harder on his erection. “Wait. Watch this.”

Ben backs up from the phone to show even more of him on the camera. He then turns slowly. Finally reaching his backside, Gwilym can see Ben’s round bubble bottom. The knickers reach only a third of the butt and the rest slightly bulging out from them. Ben reaches around and grabs his bottom to shake it little. It jiggles. Gwilym lowly growls as he sees it bounce.

“You like that?” Ben asks. Waiting for Gwilym’s head to nod. He then grabs a hand full of it and lets go of it to smack it. He jumps and gasps. It creates a pink outline of his palm. Gwilym watches as it turns in pink, his pupils grow bigger and his irises have become a smaller ring around it. “Sir? Gwilym?”

“Do it again,” The brunet commands Ben with a groan.

He does it again on the other cheek and he hisses louder. Ben’s hand hits it harder. Hard enough that it immediately turns red. Ben turns to the camera and he can see Gwilym already has his cock out stroking it slowly. His fingers wrapped around it. “What are thinking about?” Ben whispers.

“You,” Gwil’s answers back groaning a bit. Ben rolls his eyes.

“What about me?”

“I just got to my home. I open my door and hear some moaning coming from upstairs. I walk up to see you on my bed. Face down with your bottom up. I’m quiet watching you stick a dildo in you with those knickers down to your knees. Once you got it in, I walk in and startle you. I go on the bed and I’m right behind you. Telling you that you are a good boy waiting for me and trying to fit this toy inside of you.” Ben is already on his bed stroking his hand above his panties alongside with Gwilym.

“Fuck, sir.”

“I grab the pretty knickers and pull it up. Back onto your hips. It, of course, fitting nicely back on.”

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” Ben whines into his pillow, but still loud enough to hear him.

“No. You are gonna show me you are good enough to get what you want so you pull down my zipper and suck my cock. You would do so well, wouldn’t you?”

Gwilym could see Ben nod.

“What?”

“Yes. You know I would. I would suck your cock so well.” Gwilym can see the underwear have a dark spot right in front of the underwear making Gwilym grow harder.

“Then I wouldn’t be satisfied until your lips are red and your eyes are watery and can’t take it anymore.” Ben takes the underwear and slips it down far enough to tuck it under his balls and gets his fingers around his cock.

“I would flip you around and onto your stomach. I would wait a minute to just look at your ass in these knickers 'cause it looks so damn sexy. I pull the lace aside and see the toy plug you up. It’s huge. God. I’m so proud of you trying to put it, but you need something else. Don’t you?”

“Yes. I want you. I want your cock.” The blonde’s fingers travel behind him and into his crack.

“I pull out the dildo and see you so open. Jesus. So beautiful. I take my hands and spread your cheeks wider. You know what happens next.”

“Uh huh,” Ben already has a finger in him to the knuckle.

“My tongue teasing you then into your heat. Opening you up, making it wetter just for me. All me. Your ass tastes so good. I could eat you all day like candy love, but you don’t have all day? You want me to fuck you? You want me to put my cock into you and fuck you hard.”

“Yes. Yes.” Ben has two fingers in and out of his ass. He wants Gwilym to say the words already. He wants him to fuck him already.

“Earn it.” Gwilym roughly says. He wraps his hands tighter around his cock. “You have to earn it.”

Ben knows exactly what he’s talking about and he’s not all above doing it just to get what he wants, “Sir. Please. I-I want you to fuck me. Please. Take me hard. Please. God. Your cock in me now. I’m your slut. I bought these knickers for you. Just for you. Please fuck me.”

“You are a slut. You are so naughty for sending me those pictures. I got so hard whilst talking to those people. I wanted to focus on the questions but all I could think of was you and those pretty lacey knickers. You are so much trouble. You hear me?” Ben whispers a 'yes, sir’ “I shove my dick into you not giving a second for you to adjust. I hear you whine high and loud for me when I thrust into fast. I want you to feel this. I want you to feel me all week. Walking around the movie set limping for me.” The brunet’s eyes shut knowing it was time. “I’m so close, love.”

“Me too. Fuck.”

“Every time I see you reach down to your dick, I’m going to slap it away. You can’t come yet. You are such a naughty boy. You understand me?”

“Yes, sir. Okay.” Ben hisses. He can feel him on the edge. Heat building up in his stomach.

“I pull out of you and see your hole red. Wet from my spit and I want to come inside of you. Fill you up full. I take the toy and plug you up again. My cum inside of you. I’m in you all the time now. Jesus. I’m going to come.”

“Please. God. Can I come? Please, sir?” Ben is pulling on his red tipped cock waiting for the word for his release, rambling his words. “Baby please?”

“Come for me, love. Show me that you miss me. All over those knickers. Come on,” Gwilym commanded also stroking faster along with Ben. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

That did it for Ben. He came onto his fingers and on his white panties. He cries high and then bites his red lips. Gwilym also gets it on his hand and then huffing with his chest heaving.

“I love you too,” Ben responds minutes after they both release. The brunet smiles into the camera.

“I miss you so much. How long do I have?”

“Six more days. Six.”

Gwilym groans, “I can’t wait that long.”

“It’s weird. Usually, press tours don’t take that long. Why is that?” Ben questions.

“I don’t know. It is very confusing.”

Gwilym smirks, looking at his luggage all packed up then at the clock in the hotel room.

Waiting four more hours to get on the plane to Paris.

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Wasteland - Part 4

Summary:  After the mighty attack from the creatures above, the entire world is in ruins. the people left fight for their survival. Jeanne is one of them, one of the strongest survivers - but is she strong enough to fight and survive in the long run? first against the monsters, then against ordinary humans? And what about the Avengers, those who got blamed for the disaster, are they alive? can they help?

Paring: None yet Warnings:  Angst. Words: 2505

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 

The sight that met us when we reached areas that should be filled with people was frightening. Many places were completely abandoned and ghostlike. Cars were left on the road, doors to houses were wide open and everything looked like ghost-towns, eerie and haunting.  

 Most of the smaller towns were strangely empty. We stopped at a grocery store, looking for people, information and supplies, but what we found was just another abandoned place.

We walked around the entire place, inside and out, my father with his rifle and myself with an arrow on the bow, ready to shoot. But nothing happened, no one was there and the entire place just had that creepy atmosphere everywhere.

My father threw money on the counter after we had stocked up on provisions and filled the tank and spare cans with gas, just in case the owner of the store came back and wondered where he's things had gone.

I remember that we went back to the truck, giving my Aunt some food and Dog some water and then my father stopped in his tracks, furrowing his brows as if he was thinking really hard. He looked around the empty town and then back at the store.

I asked him what was wrong, but he only mumbled an incoherent answer before he jumped out of the truck again and went back into the shop.

I remember both my Aunt and I calling out for him, but he just waved his hand for us to stay calm, and so we did... with beating hearts and my hand ready on the gun I had strapped to my thigh. Before we knew it however, he came waddling back out with 2 large boxes of Whiskey. Yes, Whiskey... somewhat 20 bottles.

 I recall to jump out of the car and yell at my father "What the hell, dad?" as i frustrated motioned to the heavy boxes in his arms.He just gave me a crocket smile and chuckled

"Sweetheart... It's the end of the world, and this is the good stuff. I promise to return them of the owner of the shop comes back" before he shot me a wink. I could only roll my eyes at him and laugh along.

That was one of the last times in a very long time I laughed

 ---

 We began to find bodies scattered in the streets, humans and non humans, the further into the big city we came. At the first dead creature we saw, my father stopped the truck so we could have a look.

Nothing my Aunt had told us could ever prepare me for what we saw. Even dead, this thing looked terrifying and my grip on the bow tightened so my knuckles turned white. My father jammed one of the largest hunting knifes he owned into the creature in different parts of its body, to find its weak spots. Its chest was covered in armor like plates, but we could pierce them with force and in the right spot. Right in the middle where it looked like 2 plates met.

Its head was also covered in hard armor-like skin, but the eyes were soft spots, and so were the neck. We also found out that if we had something with enough force and strength behind it, we could pierce the armor everywhere on the creature, but it was difficult. They weren't invincible, hard to kill maybe, but not invincible.

 My Aunt was in the background, silently crying again, while we examined the strange creature from above. I didn't blame her, this entire situation was absolutely terrifying and I wanted to cry too. But I was one of the strong ones, I was one of those that were able to fight, so I couldn't let myself break down.

 We found Sergeant First Class Colbert in an abandoned warehouse downtown, locked in an office. In the distance we could hear gunshots from time to time, screams, roars and all kinds of sounds from fighting going on.

He almost shot us through the door, when my father tried to open it.

Sergeant Colbert was a big man, 6 foot 6. In his mid thirties, with short trimmed hair and a physique that would intimidate most men. But when we found him, he was covering behind a desk, shaking like a leaf, mostly resembling a scared little boy. One of those bottles of Whiskey that my father "borrowed" came in handy then, while getting Colbert to relax a little, so that he could fill us in.

 While he talked, the radio in the office started to make some noise and news of more creatures falling from the sky came out. This wave of creatures however brought something else.... Large, pitch black cones of some sort. 100 foot tall black cones, that no one knew what was. The military asked everybody to stay away from the things, as far as possible.

As the voice in the radio kept going my Aunt was standing by the window and shortly after the mentioning of the black things, we all heard her mumble a low "Oh my god..." We all gathered by the window and saw a massive black thing emerge from the sky in the distance. Creatures surrounded it like they were protectors. If it hadn't been so fucking scary to witness, it would have been almost beautiful.

 We stayed the night in that office. It was safer than anywhere else, and we were now 3 adults with a good use of weapons, plus a dog with razor-sharp teeth.  But that night we did stand guard in turns and thank god for that...

 ---

 It was my watch, I was sitting on the ledge if the windowsill, Dog was fast asleep beneath me. My aunt was curled up under my father's arm and both of them seemed to be fast asleep too. It was somewhat peaceful outside, the moon shined down from a clear night sky and I was able to see the stars. The emergency radio had advised people not to have light in their homes at night, so they wouldn't attract the black creatures and every streetlamp, billboard and store sign was turned off too. So even though we were deep in the concrete jungle of the big city, all I saw was the beauty of the night sky that I knew from my home in the mountains.

 Sergeant Colbert kept moving around, clearly not able to calm down. I remember because shortly after we talked, shit went down.

 "Trouble sleeping?" I whispered into the darkness as I adjusted my feet in the window to get a better position.

Colbert's voice was nice, it was calming even if it did have a hint of distress to it whenever he talked. The man was scared to death by the things he had witnessed and it showed in his voice.

 "Yeah... Don't feel like closing my eyes. I just keep seeing those damn things rip my friends apart" he said, quickly followed by a "Sorry... I shouldn't say things like that"

Even though he probably couldn't see me, I shook my head and said "It's okay. I understand... I haven't witnessed anything like that, and even I don't feel like closing my eyes"

 The silence fell in the room once again, and the sergeant stopped moving for so long, that I actually thought that he had finally fallen asleep. But his voice startled me again shortly after.

 "I mean no disrespect Miss... But that bow? Do you know how to use it? Wouldn't a gun be better?"

He was sincere, he really didn't mean any disrespect and I liked him a little more for that alone.

I smiled a little by his question. It must have been a strange sight, seeing a young woman sitting in a windowsill with a bow and arrows at ready, scouting for alien creatures roaming the night. "Nah, I'm practically born and raised with a bow in my hands. Sometimes I think I am better with this, than I am dressing myself in the morning"

My father's low whispering was heard as he dryly added "That's truer than she lets on... She's really bad at putting on socks"

The sergeant chuckled when my Aunt hit my father's arm and told him to behave.

 I turned my head and smiled at my family and my new friend, but only for a second. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a movement outside of the window on the other side of the room and even before I was finished comprehending what I saw Dog shot up, his neck fur stood up like a brush and his teeth shined in the moonlight coming in from the window, as a growl came deep from within him.

 "Look out!" I screamed as a black creature smashed through the glass, causing shards to fly everywhere.

 Remember when I said I saw everything in slow-motion, when I thought that my father and Dog was gone? The same thing happened here. Even in the darkness I saw everything clear and everything in slow-motion, as fear crept up my spine and adrenaline took over my actions.

 The black creature stumbled to find its footing after the crash through the window, as my Aunt screamed in terror. My father reacted quickly and showed her behind him as he raised his gun and started firing. The blasts were ear deafening, but nothing compared to the sound that came from the black creature.

It was so obvious that it locked in on my Aunt and my dad in front of it, as it raised a long muscular arm with claws I have never seen the like of, ready to strike.

But even in his terror, Sergeant First Class Colbert's military training took over and he threw himself in front of the creature, taking the blow instead of my family.

 The creature turned and took the two steps towards the sergeant that was slammed up against the wall and was now scrambling to get his gun pointed at the attacker.

My father stood up, emptying the gun into the back of the black monster. Dog attacked it too, growling, barking and biting in a way I've never seen him do before. But it didn't stop the creature from making its way towards the still befuddled Sergeant on the floor.

 In the seconds it took while all that happened, I jumped down from the window, raised my bow and took aim. At first I wasn't sure what to shoot at, but not more than a second later the creature turned its head, causing the moonlight to reflect in its pitch-black eyes.

 And then I let go of the arrow...

 -----

 The silence that followed the minutes after, was almost worse than my Aunts scream and the creature's roars.

I remember I was shaking violently almost dropping my bow to the ground and then I realized that I was holding my breath. The second I let it go, my father's voice shook us all back into reality as he shouted "Come on! Up! Out! We need to get out of here!"

He helped Sergeant Colbert to his feet, grabbing my Aunt's arm and almost carrying her as he hauled her to the door. The sergeant, back on his feet, grabbed our remaining stuff and guns as he reached for me, beckoning me to run. He didn't have to do that twice, my feet automatically went for the door, closely followed by Dog and lastly him.

 At the entrance of the warehouse, with the trucks in sight we all stopped up and hid in the shadows. All eyes searching the big courtyard, making sure we weren't followed or under another attack. When everything turned out quiet, my father turned to me, and I remember the feeling of my heart shatter right there.

 "You have to take your Aunt home. Pack as much of her stuff as you can and then head home to the mountain Y/N. Go home. I believe you are safe there! I'll go with Colbert to the base and figure out what to do from here... "

 "Dad, no! I wanna stay with you! I can fight!" My words were those of a little girl, trying to convince a parent to let her do a dangerous task but also, scared to be left alone in a world full of monsters.

 He wrapped his arms around me, in an all engulfing hug, as he whispered in my ear "I need you to keep her safe, she doesn't belong down here... You and that beast you call a dog, can defend yourself and her on the mountain. Please darling, do this for me... Go home so I know that you are safe!"

His voice was shaking, and I knew he tried to keep in the tears. My father, the strongest man that I knew. The brutal military man, special agent, trained with knowledge of weapons and fighting techniques like nobody else, was trying to hold back tears. Tears of pure fear of losing his loved ones.

 "I don't want to go... I don't want to leave you alone!" I cried into his jacket as he hugged me tighter and kissed my hair the way only a father can do.

"Please Y/N? Do this for me... I'll come home as soon as I can. I promise!" He held me away from him, cupping my face in his large, rough hands.

"Please?" he added with a whisper, and I knew right then, that I couldn't debate him, I had to go back and leave him here with the monsters.

 When I nodded, tears falling down my cheeks, he hugged me one last time before he dug out the keys to the truck and handed them to me. He then turned to my aunt, to hug her too.

 As he did, Sergeant Colbert came over to me and took my hand as he looked me deep in the eyes, all the sincerity shining from him as he said "You saved my back there, I owe you my life. And for that I promise to keep him safe, even if it will cost me my life".

Even though I had only known the man for a few hours, my heart broke by his words. What had the world come to, where a man would promise his own life in trade of keeping another one safe?

I probably surprised the sergeant, when I hugged him as tight as I had my father, but how else could I show him that I wanted them both to stay alive?

 Another brief hug and kiss from my dad, before we parted with the words "I'm so proud of you!"

That was the last thing that were said between us, before I saw the taillights of the military truck driving off into unknown territory with my father and the Sergeant. My aunt and I drove in the other direction in my dad's old beat-up truck.

Part 5

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Yandere Taehyung// Part 4

        Warning: Mentions of Non-con (If you’re sensitive to this don’t read this part of the story)

Admin Minsoo~

I hate this story lol

 It was currently Saturday afternoon, Taehyung unlocked the door early this morning before he left for work. Hesitant at first, you finally grasped your trembling hands onto the slippery doorknob. When you walked outside of your room you tiptoed into the kitchen, still unsure if he was here or not. You smiled at the bread and cold soup he left on the island. You shuffled your feet towards it in excitement and took a tiny bite out of the bread. The bread was a bit stale, but it was better than nothing. You noticed a green sticky note left on the rim of the bowl. It reads, “Daddy will be back baby girl, I’m bringing my friends again so make sure to dress in something cute. Daddy was a bit disappointed last time, you know I don’t want anyone looking at my baby’s gorgeous legs. Cover them up for me.” You thought back to last night and then it hit you, you were dressing a bit provocatively. Why would he care whether or not you dressed a bit revealing? It was your body anyways. 

You gulped down the rest of your bread and soup and placed the dirty bowl in the sink, setting a reminder in your head to wash them later before Tae arrived. In the distance, you heard a telephone ring. You don’t remember the last time you heard that sound. Then you start questioning why there was a phone in the house. Anyways, the phone was really tempting so you practically ran towards it to answer it. Your hands touched the glass screen and swiped to the right. Heaving out a shaky breath, you finally gathered enough courage to answer the pestering voice on the other side of the line. 

“H-hello? Who is this?” Your fingers grasped the phone tightly waiting for a response. You felt your knees growing weak with the passing time it took the guy on the phone to finally answer back. When he did he chuckled slightly and a raspy voice answered: “Is this Tae’s phone?”

You nodded your head, your locks bouncing with the movement, but then you realized he couldn't see you so you answered with a low hum instead. He sighed and said, “Well I assume Tae isn’t there yet so I guess we are going to use the spare key and let ourselves in.” You could hear people in the back protesting, you could pick out a voice that was complaining about not having food in his house. Your eyes widened and you wanted to ask where they were going and how they know Tae, but the question didn’t leave the tip of your tongue. You wondered if Tae would be okay with this, but the letter from before put you a little at ease. Maybe these people were his friends from last time. 

“You’re Taehyung’s friends, right? I could just let you in. Aren’t you the people I saw last night? Could I ask your names?” The husky voice on the other line guffawed and replied, “Wait, you’re asking too many questions. I don’t think you are even allowed to know. Just know your place and let us in the damn place.” He paused for a moment and added something that sent your heart into a frenzy of panic. “You don’t want to make Tae angry? Do you?” The name of that man sent shivers down your spine. The man talking to you on the phone sounded a bit sketchy.

“N-no, sir. I don’t want that.” You managed to stutter that sentence out in pure terror on what would happen if you didn’t. “Good girl. We will be at Tae’s house in a couple of minutes, so put on something nice. I want to see what Tae has been hiding from us.” He chuckled and then hung up the phone. Oh no, this wasn’t good. You dropped the phone back on the table you got it from and ran towards your room to follow what Taehyung and what the man on the phone said. What did the guy mean when he said he wanted to check out what Tae was hiding from him? The inner conflict was just too much for your brain to process so you just groaned in annoyance and glanced through the many clothes Tae brought for you. There was just so much pink. It was so nauseating it made you stomach curl within itself.

You finally settled on a white shirt tucked into a blush pink tennis skirt. The skirt material felt velvety between your slender fingers. Still, too much skin was showing so you decided to put on some white stockings with bows on the back to avoid any unwelcomed sexual contact. You shivered at the thought and stepped out of your room to wait for the doorbell to ring. While waiting for the notorious doorbell, you questioned the way Taehyung acted from time to time. He acted as if he loved you and treated you like a doll, but then the next second he would completely neglect and disregard you. The rage was eating at you but you knew if you reacted you would suffer something that wouldn’t even match the fury you felt. You weren't sure what that man was capable of doing but you knew he was dangerous,  even his friends were cautious around him. 

You were taken aback by the sound of the doorbell, instantly growing nervous with every passing second. You could hear multiple excite voices behind the door. The doorknob trembled, next thing you know the door was open revealing a handsome man. He was a bit thicker in the muscular region than Taehyung, his silk-like strands of hair went from dark brown to a lighter brown, which complimented his sun-kissed skin. He noticed yo staring at him, his lips curled over his teeth, releasing the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. His teeth were perfect and white and it didn’t go unnoticed that he had one cute dimple on the left side of his cheek. He leaned on the door frame to support himself so he could switch to his shoes to his samples he brought in a bag.

One after another, all six well-built males waltzed in and made themselves at home. They made themselves cereal, went to the bathroom, and played games on Taehyungs TV. Maybe it was a small case of sensory overload, but an unknown emotion ran through you. The last time they were here they were kind of chattering amongst themselves, but seeing them move and laugh caused your legs to almost gave in to the excitement. Yes, the men frightened you, but they made this house a lot more bearable to stay in for the day. You felt a pair of eyes bore into the side of your head as you watch everything happen. You whip your head around to see that it was the man with the deep dimples. He made his way towards you and took fairly too close, it was uncomfortable. He lifted your chin upwards, almost as if he was inspecting you like a scientist would look at a mutant rat.

You lightly pull away from his hold to avoid getting anyone angry, but he just chuckled at your action and ruffled your hair. “Cute.” was all he said before he turned on his heels and sat on the couch. You were completely dumbfounded and overwhelmed with everything happening today. A young boy with a bowl haircut and had teeth slightly bigger in the front said, “Hey hyung! Can we order pizza?” You guessed it was directed towards the brunette on the couch when he answered with a low hum while scrolling through his phone. The young man whisper-shouted a yes and dialed a number on his smartphone. 

You shuffle uncomfortably in the place you were standing, your feet ached but you had a feeling you were not allowed to go back to your room when these guys were here. You winced as you shifted from side to side, this action caught some attention from the man on the couch. He beckoned you over with his large veiny hands. You gasped at his action and hesitantly walked towards the living room. You sat on the side of the couch that was furthest away from the smirking male. He scooted his body closer to you and placed his hand on your locks. “You didn’t follow my directions, I thought I specifically told you to show me what he’s been hiding.” He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Should I just take a peek myself?” He grabbed the bottom of your skirt and his fingers lightly grazed your inner thigh. Your breath hitched and you immediately closed your legs, which was a bad idea. He chuckled and dug his fingernails into your thigh. You hissed in pain and next thing you know his hand snakes around your waist, his hand dangerously close to your breast. You whimper in disagreement, you peer at his face and what you saw scared the shit out of you.

His pupils were an inky shade of black, clouded over with an emotion-like lust. He ran his tongue over his lips and flashed a toothy grin. He physically pulled you closer, by lifting you up and positioning you on his thigh. You yelped at the sudden action and wiggled in his grasp. He hushed you a few times and whispered a few, It’s okay’s. You continued to wiggle around and he clearly got irritated. He growled in frustration and he slapped your thigh. You didn’t want this, you clearly didn’t want this so why was he continuing? 

“S-stop please I-I” You burst into a sob, slapping his strong hands away from your body. You whimpered when he grasped tighter around your waist and thighs, trying to get his hands between your legs again. “Come on, let me make you feel good. I’ll treat you better than Tae.” No, this guy was worse than Taehyung, he never forced you into something you didn’t want, hell he didn’t even touch you in the way this guy was doing to you. You screamed were drowned out by the action movie, you heard the laughter in the kitchen and you were pleading to get their attention.

You didn’t even hear the door open. When you opened your eyes all you saw was a furious Taehyung, grasping groceries in his hands. “Who the fuck told you to come over, and who gave you permission to touch my toy, Namjoon?” Suddenly all the chatter stopped and the groping on your body paused. You had a few stray tears in your eyes threatening to drop.

“Ta-Taehyung!”

Namjoon grips your thigh harder and chuckles confidently. Taehyung looked insane at that moment, he walked calmly towards your frame, towering over you and Namjoon. “Tae, you always let us play with your dolls, what makes this one different.” Namjoon grabbed Taehyung by the shirt and pulled him towards his face, “Don’t tell me you're going soft.” You noticed Taehyung shifting uncomfortably under Namjoon’s harsh gaze. He harshly glared at you and positioned his hands on your wrist, he pulled you upward in one swift motion and pulled you close to him. 

“No, I’m not going soft but this is my favorite so far. If you're going to use her make sure you ask me first. I don’t want her bruised up by you or Hoseok, so avoid beating her.” Taehyung then dragged you across the hallway, leading you towards what you assume was your room. He placed his slender fingers on the doorknob and pushed you into the enclosed space. What really confused you was that he followed you in. 

You blink in confusion. he locked the door and spun around to face you. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth locked in a stoic expression. His eyes were anything but warm. He was fuming.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry I couldn-”

All of a sudden he started laughing. It wasn’t a humorous laugh, It sounded like a cackle. He held his stomach and tears fell from his eyes. He finally managed to calm down and his face returned to a toothy grin. “I wanted to wait before I made you mine, but I guess I have competition.” He eyed your room and dashed towards your closet. he ripped everything off of the hangers and put it on the bed. He then moved to the drawers and pulled everything from sweatpants to underwear out of them and placed it on the bed. 

He stared at the pile of clothes for what seemed like an hour. Finally, he turned to your direction and beckoned you over with a crazed expression. You immediately obeyed. He didn’t look sane at all, which scared the shit out of you. You felt your legs tremble and your heart was beating erratically. “From now on, your going to sleep in my room. I’ll do whatever I want with you and if you don’t obey, I’ll give you to Namjoon. You wouldn’t want that would you?”

You shook your head furiously and you felt tears making themselves present. You didn’t know what you did to deserve this. His hand made contact with your chin and he forced you to look at him. “Daddy doesn’t want that either you know. They are ruthless baby girl, I don’t want you to go through that.” He kissed your forehead and patted your head. Why does it seem like he actually cares for you? The reason why he scares you was because he was unpredictable, you don’t know what he’s capable of. 

“Stay in here for the rest of the day and play some games. I’ll be back to pick you up later in the afternoon.” He took out his keys and closed the door on you. You could hear him fumbling with the lock through the other side of the door. You let out a shaky breath you did’t know you were holding in. 

You needed to find a way out before he snapped and killed you.

He wasn’t mentally stable.

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Walmart - G.D.

Authors note: this probably sucks ass but im gonna post it anyway so enjoyyyyy

Summary: Based on the writing prompt: “I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me”

▸ MASTERLIST 

In contrast to what felt like everyone else in the world, you never liked Fridays. For you, Fridays consist of two lectures of 4 hours each by Professor Thompson (a 100-something year old with a monotone voice). And after those dreadful lectures you still had to work from 7pm till midnight at the 24-hour Walmart down the street.

This Friday had been an exceptionally bad Friday. You woke up with a sore throat, spilled your coffee all over your new sweater - which almost  made you late for class since you had to change shirts and when you finally got into the right lecture hall, you found out you forgot all your writing utensils at home.

So, it didn’t come as a surprise to that you were in a awful mood by the time you were making your diner (macaroni and cheese). After a quick meal, where - of fucking course - you burned your lip, you changed into your work clothes, grabbed your keys and phone and left your room.

The only good thing about this Friday was that it wasn’t raining during your walk from the campus to the Walmart. But considering that you studied in Los Angeles, that wasn’t as much as a win as it could have been.

You walked into the store and checked in, dropped your keys and phone into your locker and walked to the schedule to see which cash register you had today.

‘Number 4 it is,’ you mumble to yourself as you walk to the right register. You type in your code on the computer and wait for your first customer. The first one of this Frightful Friday was a big lady with a happy face and blonde hair. She greeted you and placed her grocery’s on the register. You scanned all the things and asked if she’d like a bag. She didn’t need a bag; she brought her own. Her total amount was $43,55.

Time went by slowly. It’s not that busy, and, after what felt like years, you’re finally on your first break at 9pm. The only good thing about working Fridays is that there aren’t many staff members. So no meaningless awkward small talk!

After your break, time seemed to even go slower. There were about three consumers in the whole store and of course the all go to self checkout. You start to zone out. It’s close to 11pm now, which means just one hour left until you can leave. You start scraping the nail-polish of your thumb. Suddenly you’re loudly awoken from your daydream by a harsh voice.

‘Excuse me?! Are you deaf?!’ You look up into an aggressive face. It’s the face of a big man: he’s over 6ft and his arms are tatted and muscular.

‘I’m so sorry, how can I help you?’ you ask him nicely, trying not to sound as scared as you actually are.

‘I asked you where I could find the engine oil but I think firstly you need to get those ears checked out!’ He screams at your face. You look at him with big eyes.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t really know where to find that, maybe you could asks one of our stock clerks? I could summon one for you,’ you tell the man as calmly as you can.

‘You work here don’t you? Then why don’t you know where the fucking engine oil is?!’ Splatters of spit land on the register and tears are beginning to from behind your eyes. Fuck, you think, I can’t cry now!

‘I work as a cashier, I don’t know the store layout by heart. Asking a stock clerk would help you way faster. Like I said, I could call one for you right away!’ Your hand hovers to the phone on your right and you notice your hand is shaking.

‘Do you think I’m stupid or what? Don’t you think I already asked a stock clerk?!’ He growls at you.

Suddenly a new voice can be heard from behind the big men. ‘Don’t you think you’re being a little rude towards her? She said she doesn’t know and instead of walking aimlessly through the store with you, she offered you to call a clerk: whose job it is to know.’

A young man, around your age, emerges from behind the men.

‘Who the fuck asked you for your opinion, pretty boy?’ The men turns around to face the boy. And oh Lord, he was a pretty boy! He was around 6 feet, maybe a little taller. He had short dark hair, which looked messy - as if he had run his hand through it a bunch of times. He has broad shoulders and muscular arms. A dangly earring hung in his left ear and his hazel eyes looked angry at the men in front of your desk.

He is wearing a grey sweater with ‘DUKE UNIVERSITY’ written on it, along with two crossed lacrosse sticks. The sweater hugged his arms nicely and underneath his nike shorts came muscular thighs. In his hands he held a pack of a 100 colorful balloons, two packages of ramen noodles and a box with a dozen eggs.

‘No one asked you to be rude to her either!’ The boy looks a the man angry and clenches his jaw.

‘You know what?!’ The man turns to you angrily, ‘keep your fucking engine oil!’ He dumps the rest of his groceries and storms towards the exit.

The sound of breaking glass makes you tear your eyes of the man and look up. Only now you realize that the man was carrying a 12 pack of beer bottles. Only 3 of them survived the drop and beer is dripping from the register onto the ground. You quickly get up and grab the roll of paper towels from underneath the cashier. You walk around the register and kneel down to dry the beer off the ground. But firstly you try to pick up as many of the big glass as you can. A shadow falls over you and you look up. It’s pretty boy. He kneels down with you and starts helping to collect the glass.

‘You really don’t need to do that..’ You say and look up. Pretty boy smiles but keeps picking up broken glass. ‘I know, but I want to! You’ve had enough shit for today after having to deal with that asshole!’ You can feel your cheeks heating up and you quickly look down and grab some more glass.

‘Ouch!’ You cry out when you feel a sharp pain in your right pointer finger. A small cut becomes visible and you bit down your lip. Tears are beginning to from in your eyes.

‘Of-fucking-course!’ you mutter, ‘as if today couldn't get any worse!’ You grab some of the paper towels to wrap around your finger to stop the bleeding. A tear rolls down your cheek and you can feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment. Here you are, sitting in spilled beer which you could have sold, with your finger cut open, crying in front of one of the hottest boys you’ll probably ever talk to.

‘Hey, don’t worry! Everything will be okay!’ You feel a strong hand on your shoulder. Pretty boy squeezes your shoulder in reassurance.

‘I’m so sorry!’ you say, wiping away the tear. ‘This is so embarrassing! It’s just.. I’ve had the worst day ever!’ You confess to him. You’re kinda surprised you’re telling this stranger about your day. This isn’t something you’d normally do. But today you have to.

‘It’s okay! Don’t worry! When does your shift end?’ Pretty boy asks you and you glance at the clock above the exit.

‘In two minutes,’ you tell him softly. Pretty boy smiles and you can see his perfectly white teeth - of course he has good teeth as well! Some people just have everything, don’t they?!

‘Great! Let’s clean this up and I’ll pay for my stuff and we’ll get some coffee at the McDonald’s across the street! I’m Grayson by the way,’ he puts out his hand for you to shake it.

‘I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Grayson.’ You smile at him while you shake his hand.

Grayson helps you clean the beer and glass, pays for his balloons, noodles and eggs and waits for you when you get your phone and keys from your locker. He also helps you put the plaster over the cut in your finger.

Together you walk to the McDonalds across the street. You both decide to get a McFlurry and eat it outside. The weather is nice, it’s been a hot day and it just started to cool down a little bit. You sit next to Grayson on the curb in silence, both eating your ice-cream, when you can’t stand the silence anymore.

‘So what brings you to the Walmart at 11 at night, buying balloons, ramen noodles and eggs?’ You ask Grayson. He laughs and takes one more bit from his ice-cream before he answers.

‘Me and my twin brother have a YouTube channel. We agreed I would get the props for the video we’ll be filming tomorrow but I forgot. So I waited for him to fall asleep, so I could go to the store real quick and now he’ll never know I forgot to buy the things!’

You can't help but laugh, ‘Wait! There’s another boy who looks exactly like you?!’ You exclaim with a smile. Damn!

Grayson laughs and ruffles his hand through his hair, ‘Yea! His name is Ethan. He’s older but less funny so...’

You laugh out loud. ‘Wow he must be a funny as a funeral if he’s not as funny as you!’ Grayson puts his free hand over his heart as if he’s very offended.

You ask Grayson about his channel. He tells you about how Ethan and him got a warehouse where they film their videos and how he had been editing all day today.

‘I mean I really like editing videos, but it tires you out! I feel like I look like a zombie right now,’ he sighs and takes another bite of his McFlurry.

‘I think you look good! I mean if you look like this tired I don't even dare to imagine what you look like normally! Not that you don’t look hot right now! You’re very hot! I mean-’ you ramble. You can feel your cheeks and neck heating up in embarrassment. Dear mother Earth, please, swallow me whole now!

Grayson just chuckles at your discomfort. ‘You’re cute,’ he says softly. You almost choke in your ice-cream. And Grayson rubs your back, trying to help you catch your breath. It doesn’t help though, the places where his hand touched your back burn and tingle worse than your throat.

‘Do you want to come to the warehouse tomorrow? I can show you around and you can meet Ethan! I think you and him will like each other!’ Grayson asks you. ‘I can pick you put or I can give you the address?’ He says softly.

‘I’d love to visit!’ You smile. Grayson smiles back you. ‘Okay, can I get your number? I’ll text you the address!’ He says, still smiling.

‘Smooth boy!’ You grin at him as your type your number into his iPhone X.

‘Fancy phone Mr-I-Do-YouTube-With-My-Twin-Brother!’ you nod at the phone as you give it back to him.

‘Might be one of the worst things I bought to be honest!’ Grayson chuckles, ‘I can’t even use the facial recognition; Ethan can get into my phone because of that! Apple hates twins!’

You laugh at that, ‘I guess so!’.

Once you finished your ice-creams and loads of stories, it’s almost 1:30am.

‘Do you want me to walk you back to campus?’ Grayson asks you. You act like you’re thinking about it, although you already know the answer. You don’t want the conversation with Grayson to end.

‘That’d be nice! Thank you,’ You smile at him and you lead the way back to the UCLA campus. The conversation between the two of your turns deeper and soon you’re deep into the midnight conversations topics about love, what the point of living is and death.

‘This is me...’ You say with pain in your stomach as you approach your room. ‘I wish we could talk longer...’ You confess.

‘Same!’ Grayson says, ‘but we’ll hang out tomorrow!’ He smiles, which makes you smile too.

‘That’s right.’

‘Good night Y/N! It was lovely meeting you.’ Grayson says, and you wish him good night.

Suddenly, he hugs you tightly. ‘I already can’t wait to see you again Y/N’ he whispers into your ear. Your heart skips a beat.

You wait in the doorway of your room until you can’t see him anymore. Then you lock your door and fall onto your bed. A buzz sound  makes you look up.

Unknown number: Hi Y/N! This is Grayson! Although it’s not the same midnight-talking, maybe we can midnight-text? X

sooooo yeahhh ..... i hope you liked it! leave a comment if you feel like it! 

[artificialqueens]

Hi, I'm The Emotionally Repressed Girl Who Ran From Her Latent Homosexual Feelings for Ten Years, Trixie Mattel! (Trixya) - Iris

Hi, Hello, Good day, friends!

I… don’t know what the fUCK I’m doing. But that’s okay because I love Trixya, and I’m willing to do anything for them!

Well, okay, like I said it’s my first try at actually writing and publishing a fic, so I’m bearing my soul(my soul is comprised of Trixya obvi) and hoping y'all enjoy this as much as I do. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated! This is a pretty indulgent fic for me, and it’ll primarily focus on the nine years prior to the first chapter! Lots of soft!Trixya moments tbh. They perform Rocky Horror with all your favorite queens(including the OG Queen herself), and honestly, I’m just excited to write it for you lovely guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I really hope you enjoy yourselves and don’t hate me for the angst that is to inevitably come!m Say hello to me at @wewouldbeheroes on Tumblr! I’d really appreciate the company!

Chapter 1: Fishnet Stockings, High Boots, & Delicate Conversation in Present December

Snow danced in the mid-December air as Trixie urgently walked down the cultural district of Boston, her hands shoved in the pockets of the long-coat that she borrowed from her mom. She was shivering and trying to remind herself why she thought a damn dress was a good idea for this climate. The air whipped under her skirt, and her teeth clattered for the third time in the last ten minutes. She was already exhausted, and the cold wasn’t helping. Why she thought booking a red-eye from Milwaukee to Boston was a good idea, she’ll never fucking know. Saving money? Fuck money, she’ll take the sleep and decent food, thank you very much.

           One month ago, Trixie Mattel got a call she’d never expect in a million years. RuPaul Charles, her director from a cabaret in Boston she worked at, nearly ten years ago, had somehow found her number, despite having no contact in all this time. God knows how, but Trixie always said RuPaul works in mysterious ways. They reminisced on the phone for hours, about old performances, and old friends. Trixie enjoyed the conversation, despite the fact she hadn’t had much to contribute. While Ru was off being a newlywed with his husband Georges, Trixie was working back in small town Wisconsin, helping her mom with her siblings and taking a receptionist job at the local elementary school. She can’t say she particularly disliked her entire existence, or that Wisconsin was just a reminder of everything she ever hoped she would never be, but it wasn’t all bad, that’s for sure. She contemplated leaving, but she wanted to help her family. And as her step-father so lovingly put it: “It was her duty,”.

So, there she was, in a dead-end town. Most of the kids from school had married by now, she was twenty-eight after all, and her friendships had all but fallen apart after Trixie had left for Boston. Most of them had even popped out a child or two, and Trixie found it hard to relate and/or enjoy one second of their company. So, when RuPaul had asked Trixie to spend a week at the Cabaret for a reunion performance she was hosting, how could Trixie ever say no?

After confirming her attendance, Trixie threw herself in bed, fully panicking. Was everyone going to be there? What if she was the only one to show up? What if she decided not go, and was the only who didn’t? She did enough damage when she left last time. What if they all hated her? What if she saw Katya? Of course, she’ll see Katya, she was as much a part of that cast as anyone else. How would Katya react to seeing her? Things would be weird, of course. Would she be prepared to handle that? Maybe Katya would just ignore her the whole time? Which honestly sounded like a pretty good option.

Her family, naturally, tried to discourage the trip. And they almost succeeded, too, especially with thoughts of Katya running wild in her head (like maybe Katya would throw a drink on her when she first saw her??), but Trixie realized if she didn’t go now, she never, ever would. She would just have to cross the Russian bridge when she got to it. She packed her guitar, her harp, and her suitcase and left for the airport the next morning.

           Trixie’s last time in Boston was potentially one of the best and worst times of her life. That was when things were changing for her. For better or worse, Trixie still wasn’t sure. She was only nineteen at the time, and how much can a nineteen-year-old comprehend about life-long lessons and impact? She found parts of herself she didn’t even know existed. And she loved that. But she also found a Pandora’s Box worth of things she didn’t dare try and open. And it didn’t take much for her to plunge back into Wisconsin, after barely making a home on these busy city streets. She did like it here in Boston. She liked the diversity, the hustle and bustle of city life. There was always something to occupy yourself with here. It wasn’t like Wisconsin, and that, perhaps, was the best part.

           Trixie, desperate to relieve herself of the cold, cut through a few alleys to get to the Cabaret, it’s funny, how well she still knew the Boston streets. She walked into a shabby-looking building, with broken lights, chipped brick, and ripped, wet, paper signs just outside the door. It’s clear the place had seen it’s better years, but Trixie didn’t seem to notice as she retched open the doors to get out of the cold. Warmth flooded her body, and she silently praised Ru for always being a cold blood.

           Expectations were rather high, as Ru always kept his cabaret as elegant as possible. Nice furniture, the smell of incense and a bit of alcohol reminded her more of home than her actual home did. And, she wasn’t disappointed. Barstools were neatly pushed in where they weren’t being used. High dining tables scattered the house, with equally high chairs, padded with nice, velvet cushions. Even the stage had a fresh coat of black paint on it, and the curtains had been replaced in the last ten years, she noticed. This was home to her, she wondered why she left.

          “… Trixie?”

           Oh.

           In an instant, Trixie felt her stomach drop to the floor. Already? She thought. She faced the bar, and the voice that came from behind it.

           “Katya. Hey.” She said shortly. This was not good. Not good at all. She hadn’t mentally prepared herself for an encounter this early. She braced herself. She braced herself for the potential yelling, for a drink to be dumped on her head. Anything.

           But nothing came.

           “I didn’t think you’d come to the reunion. In fact, Ru didn’t even tell me you were invited.” Katya shifted her weight and cocked her hip out as she looked Trixie up and down.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Trixie, deciding it was probably okay to move towards Katya, inched her way over to the bar.

Katya shrugged. “Dunno. I’m just surprised you came.”

There was a pause and Trixie took their momentary lapse in conversation to give Katya the same scrutinizing eye. She was slim as ever, clad in a white and black checked dress. She couldn’t see her legs behind the bar, but Trixie would put money on those muscular thighs being clad in fishnets and high boots. Katya’s hair had grown, in fact, it looked like it hadn’t been cut in the last nine years. Long, blonde waves, darker at the roots that cascaded over her shoulders. It had lots of volume, and Trixie can’t remember a time Katya’s hair looked like it had so much effort put into it.

           “So,” Katya spoke up. “Can I get you a drink?” Trixie was pulled out of her daze, and back into the reality of her current situation. Her stomach flipped again.

           “Oh, uh, water would be nice.” Trixie sat down on one of the barstools and began to notice the place was practically empty. There were a few lowly looking men, scattered at tables, but that was it. Trixie’s brow creased, the place used to be packed. “So,” she began, watching Katya move about behind the counter. “How have you been?”

           “Fine.” Katya set the glass down firmly in front of Trixie and popped a straw in the top before going about cleaning up a little.

           “That’s good to hear.” Trixie nodded, fiddling with the straw and staring at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room and not Katya.  

           Katya pursed her red-streaked lips. “You?”

           “No complaints.”

           “You still living in Wyoming?” Katya finally looked up from the impeccably clean shot glass she was wiping down.

           “Wisconsin.” Trixie corrected, finally deciding that her water deserved more than to just be played with and ogled at. She took a sip and cringed at the pink ring her lipstick left on the straw.

           “Mm.” Katya nodded slowly and tossed her rag beneath the counter, before folding her arms over her chest and gazing at Trixie coolly.

           Trixie shifted in her seat. “So, who’s all coming to this… thing? Our whole cast?”

           Katya looked down at her feet and back up again. “Uhm, Adore is flying in from Cali, I know. Violet still lives here and so does Kim.” Katya’s eyes roamed the room as she thought. “Plus, you, me, Bianca.” She paused. “We haven’t heard from Aja, yet. Oh, and Ginger is trying to get time off her rehearsals, so we’ll see.”

           “Alaska?”

           “No, I don’t think so. She hasn’t responded to anyone’s phone calls so…” Katya shrugged. “She’ll probably show up unannounced. She always like to make an entrance.”

           Trixie smiled at the thought. “Probably.”

           There was a beat of silence as the two ran out of things to say, yet again. Katya was fiddling with an end of her hair, and Trixie went back stirring her water.

           “How’s Ru? And Georges?” She knew perfectly well how they were.

           “Oh.” Katya smiled briefly, and Trixie got a glimpse at those perfect teeth. “They’re really good, still… really in love and… super gay.” Katya chuckled.

           “What about you? Still a lesbian?” Trixie regretted the words as soon as they passed her lips. Something passed over Katya’s face, an unidentifiable emotion and she crooked her lips and laughed.

           “Yeah, Trixie. I am.” Katya bit her lip. “Seeing anyone in Wyoming?”

           Trixie investigated her cup again. “Nah, no. Not a lot of pickings in Wisconsin.”

           “Not a lot of lesbians?” She mused.

           Trixie sucked in a breath and pretended she didn’t hear the question. “So why is Ru planning this little reunion performance?” She asked, her eyes elsewhere as she hoped Katya wouldn’t press the previous issue.

           Katya was silent for a moment. “A lot of us have moved on, Trix. We had good times, it’s been almost ten years and none of us even… text. Or follow each other on Instagram.” Katya shrugged. “You didn’t have to come, you know.”

           “I wanted to.”

           “…Well, I’m glad you did.” Katya pursed her lips again, giving Trixie a hard gaze. Almost a challenge. She didn’t respond, and, instead, rapped her nails against the bar counter. Trixie felt bad. What was she supposed to say to that? She knows Katya’s implications, and she wasn’t a lesbian. So why entertain the idea that they could ever be anything more than friends? Or even that? Katya was the soul reason it was so hard for her to come back here. She could face nearly everything else, she really, really could. She could face the girls scolding her for just disappearing almost ten years ago, she could face Ru, despite never calling like she promised. But facing Katya, was a whole can of worms she was so unwilling to open.

         “Trixie?”

          “Hm?”

“Let me take you on a tour, for old times sake?” Katya offered, coming out from behind the bar.

           “Don’t you have to work?”

           Katya surveyed the restaurant with haughty smirk. “Oh, yeah, customers are fighting for my attention.” Trixie glimpsed at the house again. The same lowly guys were minding themselves at their tables, doing God knows what.

           “Yeah, that’s true.” Trixie responded with a laugh. “Yeah, okay, a quick tour.”

           “Great, cunt, let’s start in the office.” Katya grinned softly in that Katya fashion, and came out from behind the bar, untying her apron as she did. And lo and behold:

           Fishnets and high boots.