#Sarong Party Girls

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Tongue Tied

A Rafe Cameron Oneshot

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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Summary: Reader has been under Rafe Cameron's wing ever since her older brother passed away, & it was Rafe's honor to take over the brotherly role towards her when his best friend died. But reader isn't a little girl anymore & Rafe's overprotectiveness may just be the very thing that drives her away from him...

unless Rafe has anything to say about it.

            The North Carolina summer sun beat down on your skin, but only comfortably so, as you lounged out on the bow of the yacht. It was a yacht party you were attending with some of your closest friends. The yacht was big enough to carry all 30 or so people on board as it remained anchored off the coast of Kildare. You had been out there for a couple hours now, but it was only six p.m. The party was guaranteed to go until at least until eight p.m. For now, you were happy to take a brief break from the drinking & dancing to relax separately from everyone else.

            You were beginning to doze off, the few White Claws you had were starting to make you drowsy. A quick little nap wouldn’t hurt, & would certainly guarantee your ability to continue partying with the rest of them. But as you felt yourself begin to really fall asleep, a shadow was cast over you, blocking out the heat of the sun. You blearily opened your eyes, expecting to see a sudden gathering of clouds above you, but it was none other than your closest friend.

            “Rafe.” You reprimanded but smiled softly up at him, “Can’t you see I’m napping?”

            “Uh, yeah.” He stared down at you incredulously, “When there’s a party happening? Are you crazy?”

            You sighed heavily, shaking your head, “If I don’t get a quick micro nap in I won’t be able to party much longer, period.”

            “C’mon, _____, that’s weak sauce.”

            You giggled, “Weak sauce, Rafe?”

            “You know what I mean.” He rolled his eyes, slapping you gently on the arm with the back of his hand, “Now, c’mon, let’s go, I need a partner for beer pong.”

            “Ugh, can’t you just have Ashley in my place, pleeeease?” You puckered your lower lip. But Rafe waved the suggestion away, “Yeah, no. Ashley can’t shoot for shit. I need my girl.”

            “Fine.” You gave up, “Five minutes then I’ll be there.”

            “Nope.” Rafe gathered your hands in his, “You’ll be there now.”

            “Rafe!” You half laughed half screamed as he lifted you from the lounger you were on & threw you over his shoulder.

            “I got a grand riding on this game, _____, I need your unbeatable hand to eye coordination.”

            “Why must you always bet when there’s a game involved?” You scolded, your ribs digging uncomfortably into his shoulder as he carried you shamelessly through a throng of people. You were grateful to be wearing the swimsuit you chose as it didn’t expose you too much as he paraded you around, your rear on fully display, save for the sarong wrap around your hips.

            “Because I like winning.” Rafe swung you forward, carefully putting you back on your feet. He patted your head, grinning, “And I’m a winner.”

            You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

            Rafe then led you to the upper deck of the yacht where there was just enough space for a beer pong table. There were a few faces you recognized, having grown up with some of them on the island, but most of the face were unfamiliar to you. The two guys you & Rafe were playing against were people you had never seen before.

            “This is your secret weapon?” One of the guys asked unimpressively as he eyed you beside Rafe.

            “Hey, man.” His partner elbowed him as he met your eyes, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

            “You’ll be eating your words by the end of the game.” Rafe responded to the one who had low-key insulted you, “Show em, babe.”

            You loathed when Rafe called you ‘babe’. It made people think you were together when it couldn’t be further from the truth. Rafe was like an older brother to you. He had been best friends with your older brother, Dom, in high school thus he was always around. And because you & your brother were so close you in turn became close to Rafe. But that friendly familial relationship the two of you shared strengthened in the last couple years. Ever since Dom passed away. You remembered Rafe promising you at Dom’s funeral that he knew he could never replace Dom in your heart, but he would always look out for you & be there for you the way Dom was. You adored Rafe, loved him unconditionally, & he never broke his promise. He was your home. Your family.

            So, when he called you ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, especially in front of others, it always made you feel uncomfortable. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it, just a term of endearment, but he had never called you that stuff when Dom was alive. You reasoned with yourself that it was likely because you were older now. There was a four year difference between you & Rafe, so now that you were 20, perhaps he felt it a natural shift to calling you pet names as such. You asked him once to not do that, & for a while he did, but it eventually came back & you just didn’t have the energy to have the same conversation. Just as long as Rafe knew that you thought it was weird & would never return the terms, you were mostly okay with it.

            “Babe?” The one who defended your honor questioned, “You two together?”

            “No.” You replied firmly, eyeing Rafe knowingly. He shrugged, completely unbothered.

            “Huh.” The guy nodded but let it go, “Alright. Let’s see who wins two grand.”

            There was too many people watching you now. The game had gotten intense, & fast. Your two opponents, who learned their names were Kabir & Danny—Danny being the one who defended you to his partner—were tit for tat with yours & Rafe’s skills. Rafe missed a shot, Kabir missed a shot. You made a shot, Danny followed suit. It was always at a tie, but now it was down to a tie with a single cup left on either end of the table. More so, it was your shot. You made this & you won. And Rafe got his two grand, the idiot.

            But with it being the winning shot, & with people having gathered around to watch in anticipation, you felt yourself begin to doubt your ability. Most the cups cleared on the opposite end was your doing, but now you felt the pressure. You didn’t make this shot & Rafe was out a thousand dollars. In the grand scheme of his wealth, 1000 dollars was nothing, but as Rafe had said, he was a winner. And a very sore loser.

            “You got this, babe. You always got it.” He stood behind you, his breath brushing against your cheek as he leaned down to speak to you.

            “I know.” You replied, holding the white plastic ball eye level as you aimed it for the single cup.

            Rafe backed up, pacing behind you. His antsy energy wasn’t going you any favors. You softly inhaled, willing your muscles to relax. It’s just like any other game, you reminded yourself. Aim, shoot, win.

            But just as you exhaled, flinching to make your shot, Danny raised his arms on the opposite end, “Pause.”

            “What?” You faltered, bringing your arm down.

            “New conditions.” He smiled, & damn did he have a good looking smile.

            “No, no way.” Rafe stepped forward, gesturing the cup, “We’re right here, you can’t change the conditions.”

            Danny ignored Rafe, looking solely at you, “I’ll give you the two grand but in return I get to take you on a date.”

            The sudden & unexpected proposal made your heart flutter. You felt yourself pressing your lips together awkwardly.

            You laughed half-heartedly, waiting for him to say ‘sike!’. A way to trick you out of making your shot. But Danny only nodded towards you, “Whaddya say?”

            “She says ‘no.” Rafe answered for you, his tone impatient, “Make the shot, _____. End it.”

            You frowned at his pushing. It was just a game. Danny said he’d give him two grand. Besides, Danny was cute. You weren’t the dating type, always too busy with college, but why wouldn’t now be a good time as any to start?

            “Well, hold on.” You looked at Rafe, to which he made a ‘what the fuck’ face at you. You turned back to Danny, “What if I don’t make the shot?”

            Danny cocked his head, “I’ll give your friend there his hundred grand back, but I still get to take you on a date.”

            You couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on your face. He was being direct, flirtatious, & it was working. You were intrigued.

            “Okay.” You rounded to approach Danny’s end of the table, “Shake on it?”

            Danny moved towards you, his hand outstretched. But before your hands could touch, sealing the deal, the resounding thwack of a ping pong ball hitting the lip of a cup met your ears. Your eyes flashed to the table just in time to see the ping pong ball bounce atop the table before falling off the edge. You spun around, your eyes meeting Rafe’s.

            “We lost. Too bad.” Rafe shrugged.

            Kabir howled with excitement, slapping Danny on the back with a winning spirit, “Two grand man!”

            But Danny didn’t share in his enthusiasm. Danny glared past you towards Rafe. A glare you greatly partook in.

            “What the hell, Rafe?” You questioned. Rafe approached you then, throwing his arm over your shoulder, “What? You can’t change the rules right before the game ends.”

            “You were about to get two grand!” You argued, “Now, you have none.”

            “I’ll live.” He returned, his voice hardening. Then he raised his eyes to Danny who stood behind you, “Good game.”

            With that, Rafe tugged you along behind him as he led you through the upper deck of the yacht. You tossed Danny an apologetic smile to which he returned.

            Once Rafe got you to the lower deck, you tore your arm away from him, glaring at him with the anger of a thousand suns, “What is your problem?”

            Rafe creased his brows, “What are you talking about?”

            “Don’t give me that. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I could have made that shot.”

            “Yeah, well, you were flirting with the enemy.” Rafe replied, looking away.

            “So? If you had let me take the deal you would still have your hundred grand at least.”

            “Not worth it.” He shrugged, eyeing you indifferently.

            You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Not worth it?” You repeated, “You can’t do this stuff, Rafe.”

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

            You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “Look, I know you’re just looking out for me, but I’m a grown up now, okay? I can go on dates whenever & with whoever I feel like.”

            Rafe shook his head, still acting as if what you were saying was in another language. But you knew exactly why he threw the game & willingly gave up his money. It wasn’t the first time Rafe had intercepted a potential suitor in your life. You often felt Rafe took his role to look out for you too seriously. The last couple years it really hadn’t bothered you, especially when it came to guys showing interest in you. You weren’t one of those girls that felt it necessary to date just to date. You always prided yourself on your focus in your education, & you knew well enough that juggling a boyfriend or fling with the hours you spent studying wasn’t ideal. But that was before.

            Lately, you had admitted to yourself that something was missing from your life. If you weren’t in class, studying late in bed, or stressing about exams, you were hanging out with Rafe at one of the many parties he took you to, or with Ashley, who often brought along whatever guy she was dating that month. You thought it was time to begin putting yourself out there. And now that it was summer & the school year finished a couple weeks ago, it was the perfect time. But you wouldn’t be successful in your dating endeavors if Rafe kept going the way he was.

            “Rafe.” You raised your brows knowingly at him, “C’mon, I’m not a kid anymore.”

            “I know that.” He replied sternly, “You can date whoever you want.”

            Knowing it was only bullshit leaving his mouth, you decided to put it to the test, “Great. Then I’m going back up there & telling Danny that the date can still happen.”

            Rafe broke then, rolling his eyes, “That guy is a loser.”

            “Not from my point of view. After all, he did just win that game.” You knew you were treading dangerous waters at that point. Hitting Rafe right in his ego.

            “Oh, nice.” Rafe shook his head.

            “Look,” you started, stepping closer to him. Rafe straightened then, his eyes peering down at you as you nearly closed the gap between the two of you. You touched his wrists with your hands, “I appreciate you looking out for me like I’m your little sister. But I can look out for myself, okay? At least in this regard.”

            “_____...” Rafe sighed, his ocean colored eyes staring into your own, “Don’t. You don’t know anything about him.”

            You nodded in agreement, “That’s what dates are all about. To get to know someone.”

            Rafe moved out from in front of you, his wrists slipping away from your touch. You hung your head. Sometimes it really felt like you were taking care of Rafe, not the other way around.

            “Just don’t go back up there, okay?” Rafe stared at you, “Promise me?”

            You wanted to argue more, ask him why he was so against it, but you were too tired to do so. Exhausted, you ultimately nodded, “Fine. Whatever.”

            Rafe smiled, it was small, but it was the smile of a winner.

            “Alright. I’m gonna go get us some drinks & we’ll go down to the water, yeah?”

            You nodded, but you weren’t as happy as he was quickly becoming.

            “Try finding Ashley, I’m sure she’s sucking face with someone around here.”

            You brought your finger to your forehead before waving it away in acknowledgment.

            Rafe disappeared then. You stood there for a moment longer, stewing in your anger towards him. You knew your anger wouldn’t last long, it never did. Rafe was just taking his role too seriously. He’d get out of it one day.

            Footfalls sounded above you, & you turned around in time to see a familiar face appear at the bottom of the stairs.

            “Thought he’d never leave.” Danny teased, his charming smile appearing.

            “Oh.” You couldn’t suppress your own smile, “Hey. You heard all that?”

            Danny cleared his throat awkwardly, nodding, “Yeah, he, uh, he’s really protective over you.”

            “Yeah.” You rolled your eyes but nodded, “Just like a brother.”

            “But he’s not.” Danny confirmed without question. Again, you nodded.

            “Huh. Weird.” Danny commented, to which you frowned. But Danny didn’t your relationship with Rafe, the history of it.

            “Anyway,” Danny moved forward in conversation, “’bout that date…”

            You sighed, wanting to say yes right then & there. But you shrugged, “I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

            “Why?” Danny questioned but the smile never left his face, “Because… your not-brother or whatever-he-is says so?”

            “No.” You replied fast. Too fast. “Yes. No. Kind of, it’s hard to explain.”

            “Well, you could explain it tomorrow night. Sunset Grille?”

            Breath left your lungs at the proposal yet again, just as it had the first time he asked. Your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling. You enjoyed his determination. Made you feel good.

            “You technically wouldn’t be breaking your promise.” He added.

            You narrowed your eyes playfully, “How’s that?”

            “You only promised you wouldn’t come back upstairs, not that you wouldn’t go on the date.”

            A light laugh sounded from you as you shook your finger at him, “You’re sneaky.”

            “I just go after what I want.” He smirked, holding your eyes with his own.

            Worried that Rafe would return any moment, you finally made up your mind. You were 20 years old! And you’ve never been on a date. Rafe didn’t control your choices, you did. So, you nodded, pulling out your phone, “Let me give you my number.”

            You avoided Rafe like the plague for the next 24 hours. You had never been a good liar, finding the ability to be a good liar a pretty crappy trait to even have, but regardless, you couldn’t lie if your life depended on it. It was easier to do over text, which you took great advantage of when Rafe texted you the next evening, seeing if you wanted to come over & he’d grill up some steaks. You thanked him but told him you made plans to have a girls’ night with Ashley, & no, he wasn’t allowed to come this time.

            Girls’ nights with Ashley was common, & half the time Rafe would join in on them. They varied in what you two did. Some nights you’d stay in & watch reruns of reality television while doing facials, other nights you’d use your fakes to go to the bars on the beach—those were the nights that Rafe insisted on coming. Protective & whatnot. But for tonight, you told him it was going to be a night in. The new season of your current favorite show was airing. That was your lie. And as long as Rafe didn’t question it too hard, you’d be fine.

            Fortunately, Rafe sent you a thumbs up emoji & told you two to have fun. You were relieved. It meant you could get ready for your date in piece. After finishing with your hair & make-up, both of which were skills you knew little about, you fingered through your closet, ultimately deciding on an old dress you wore for your graduation party in high school. As you slipped into the dress, you clocked the time. It was nearly 7. Danny would be here any moment.

            Finishing the final touches of your look & adding a spritz of your favorite perfume, you were ready to go. Just as you were gathering your phone & purse, your phone pinged. It was Danny. He was in the parking lot.

            You frowned at that. Didn’t most guys meet their date at the door? But you brushed the thought away. This wasn’t the movies. He was already driving you to the date & paying for the meal, having told you to leave your wallet at home, he didn’t need to meet you at your door. Turning off the lights in your apartment, you grabbed your keys & left. The second you stepped out, the warm ocean breeze brushed over your skin. You inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of living on the coast.

            You descended the single flight of stairs to the ground floor & approached the parking lot. Parked in a handicap spot was a sleek dark gray Mercedes. For the second time in less than two minutes, you frowned. Danny was not disabled. Perhaps Rafe was right…you thought to yourself but immediately shook the thought away. Okay, so what? He was only there for less than five minutes. It’d be fine.

            Danny waved at you through the windshield. You gave a small one before opening the passenger side door.

            “Hey, gorgeous.” Danny greeted as you slid into the car. You placed your purse in your lap & smiled at him, “Hey…you.”

            Danny laughed at that, “Sorry I didn’t come up. Kadir called me, he’s at the casino.”

            “Oh.” You nodded in understanding, “I get it. Is he losing money?”

            “Oh yeah.” Danny chuckled. You laughed with him.

            “Hey.” He said again, & you looked at him, your smile falling.

            “What?”

            “You look beautiful.”

            “Oh.” You shrugged but you felt incredibly hot all of a sudden, “Thank you.”

            “’Course.”

            Danny pulled out of the parking spot then & before you knew it, you were well on your way to your very first date.

            The drive back to your apartment was dreadful, to say the least. As charming as Danny had been in the beginning, the novelty of it all quickly evaporated. At the restaurant, he ordered one too many beers, his voice growing louder as the date went on, & boy, did he know how to talk. As far as you knew, the only topics of conversation Danny could carry was about Danny, Danny, &, oh, Danny. Your first date ever would forever be remembered as a painfully dull one.

            Fortunately, the restaurant was only a few blocks from your apartment, so the drive would be quick & before you knew it you would be back in the safety of your apartment. Awaaaay from Danny. And you couldn’t wait.

            It was a sight for sore eyes when Danny pulled into the parking lot of you complex, pulling yet again into the same handicapped spot from earlier. You contemplated saying something but bit your tongue. Just get out of the car & get inside.

            “Well, thanks for the date.” You said politely but didn’t look him in the eye. If he asked if you had fun or wanted to go on a second one, your eyes would betray your true thoughts.

            “Let me walk you up.”

            “No.” You responded quickly. Again, too quickly. “I mean, it’s okay. It’s late. I’m tired. So, thank you.”

            “It’s okay, really.” Danny replied, switching the ignition off. The action made you roll your eyes away from him. “I didn’t pick you up from your door so the least I can do is drop you off.”

            God, you wanted to say no. You wanted to say please god noooo so badly. But you forced a grin, “Okay.”

            Danny quickly got out of his side of the car & rounded to your side to hold the door open as you got out. You avoided his eyes as he followed alongside you to the stairs leading up to the second floor.

            “I had a good time tonight.” He started. You felt one of his hands ghost over your lower back. You grumbled internally.

            “That’s good, Danny.” You replied.

            “Did you, too?” It was the question you dreaded most.

            You distracted yourself from the question as you searched out your keys in your purse. Fuck, you should have had them ready before you got out of the car.

            “Mhmm.” You hummed in response, flicking your eyes towards his quickly. “Well, thank you again, Danny. Drive home safely, okay?”

            “Well, hey, wait, hold on.” He chuckled lightly, but you weren’t smiling, let alone enjoying yourself, when you felt his hand on yours. “A kiss goodnight?”

            “Oh, uh, yeah, I don’t, uh, I don’t…do…that.” It was true.

            “Don’t kiss on the first date?” He questioned.

            What you really wanted to respond with was that you don’t date, specifically, but that would only likely keep him standing there longer with more questions.

            “Yup.” You chuckled awkwardly but there was no amusement behind it, “No kissing. So, thanks.”

            You yet again attempted to bring your hand with your keys in it to the door but before you could, you felt your body being spun around & pressed against the wall next to your door. Danny blocked you in with both his arms, that same charming smile that had wooed you in the beginning appearing, although now it only looked disarming.

            “There’s a first for everything.” He whispered, then began to lean in.

            “No, Danny.” You replied but he caught your face with his other hand, holding you still as his face grew closer.

            “Just hold still.” He reprimanded you.

            “No, I said no!” You raised your voice. You were bringing your hands up to his face, preparing to shove him off when suddenly the shadow Danny cast over your frame disappeared. A grunt sounded before you & you peeled your eyes open, not having realized you closed them. You didn’t know what you expected to see, but Rafe holding Danny against the opposite wall by his throat was not on your list.

            “Rafe?” You asked shockingly.

            “She fuckin’ said no, asshole.” Rafe gritted out, shoving Danny harder into the wall.

            Your eyes flicked to your apartment, noting that the door was open but the lights off inside. Was Rafe…? He had to be.

            Though you had just been low-key assaulted, you felt more anger boiling within you. Looking back at the two men, you saw how Danny’s face was beginning to turn purple with how harshly Rafe was choking him.

            “Rafe!” You yelled, approaching him & yanking on his arm, “That’s enough!”

            Rafe glared at you over his shoulder, “He put his fuckin’ hands on you. I should kill him.”

            Danny tried wrestling against Rafe but to no luck as he grew weaker by the second. You stepped back & then done something you had never done before. You struck Rafe. It wasn’t hard, & likely didn’t even hurt him, but enough to get his attention. After smacking him on the back of his head, Rafe snapped his head in your direction.

            “Let him go. Now!” You demanded. Rafe carried a snarl on his face, turning to glare at Danny once more.

            “If I ever see you around here again, anywhere near her, I’ll fucking kill you. That’s a promise.” Then Rafe let him go, but not before shoving him down the stairs. You instinctively reached out to catch him in case he stumbled down them but Rafe was quick to move between you & Danny. Besides, Danny had it handled. He stumbled, sure, but the handrailing helped him.

            “Fuck you, man.” Danny spit, his voice hoarse from Rafe’s assault, “You want her so fucking bad, she’s all yours.”

            Rafe’s hands were in fists at his sides as he watched Danny tripped over to his car.

            “And you’re not handicapped!” You hollered, “Asshole!”

            The last bit was just for good measure.

            Danny flipped you two the bird before climbing into his car. The engine roared to life & then he raced out of the parking lot, rubber marks left at the exit.

            You finally released a breath of air you hadn’t realized you had been holding. It felt good calling Danny that. You smirked pridefully to yourself, but it was short-lived when you felt another’s eyes on you.

            Glancing up, you saw Rafe glaring angrily down at you.

            “Don’t.” Your smile dropped, your anger returning at the reminder of Rafe having been in your apartment.

            You stomped away from Rafe, marching into your apartment. You didn’t bother slamming the door knowing Rafe was right behind you. So, he slammed it.

            “What the fuck were you doing with him?” Rafe asked, his voice shaking with rage as he pointed towards the outside.

            “No!” You raised your voice, slamming your purse down on your kitchen counter. You raised your finger at Rafe & stomped right back to him, “You don’t get to lecture! The only person who gets to be asking questions right now is me!”

            “Fuck that.” Rafe retorted shortly, “You lied to me.”

            “You broke into my fucking apartment!” You screeched, having reached your boiling point. You normally weren’t one to cuss, just never having gotten into the habit, but two entitled assholes in one night was enough to make a priest says the lord’s name in vein.

            “I didn’t break in!” Rafe yelled back, “I have a fucking key, _____.”

            “For emergencies only!” You shoved him away from you, marching back to your kitchen. You needed to calm down. A shot of literally anything would help. But Rafe was hot on your heels as he trailed after you into the kitchen.

            “Oh, & almost getting date raped isn’t an emergency, is that it?” Rafe questioned mockingly.

            You kept your back to him, your hands shaking as you pulled down the closest bottle of liquor you could find. It happened to be Jack Daniel’s. You didn’t even bother searching for a shot glass, you simply uncapped the top & took a swig straight from the teet.

            “Please.” You finally bit back, wiping the access whiskey from your lips, “I was fine.”

            “Bullshit!” Rafe forced you to look at him, his eyes glaring wide-eyed & angry into your won, “As far as you know he could be having you on your back on the living room floor right now.”

            You made a sound of disgust, “Don’t be fucking crude, Rafe.”

            “I save you from that pushy asshole & I’m crude?” Rafe laughed sheepishly but there was no amusement behind it, “God, you fucking women. Don’t know how to say thank you.”

            That’s it, you had it. You moved forward, shoving him against the fridge, snapping.

            “Fine! Thank you, Rafe! Thank you for breaking into my apartment & saving me from rape! Thank you for being a goddamn helicopter parent! THANK YOU for always, always, always looking out for me! It’s not like it’s suffocating or anything!”

            Rafe watched as you came undone, your face contorted to one of fury as you kept yelling at him.

            “You say you’re looking out for me because I’m like a little sister to you but that’s…bullshit.” You finally said, breathing heavily.

            His eyes danced around the features of your face as you finally felt yourself calming down. Your also felt like you were going to be sick. That swig of Jack threatening to come back up now that your adrenaline was dying down.

            “What does that mean?” Rafe finally asked, his voice low, soft. Eerily soft.

            You lowered your eyes, backing away to rest against the counter opposite him.

            “I’m not your little sister, Rafe.” You shook your head, responding calmly, “I know you think I’m your responsibility but I’m not. Maybe for a little while I was but not really. I will be forever appreciative & grateful for how much you love me & want to look out for me but you have to stop suffocating me.”

            Rafe said nothing as you continued. His eyes never leaving your face.

            “I’m a grown woman, Rafe. I can’t depend on you. You can’t depend on me! And don’t deny it, because you do. We’re too…co-dependent. It’s not healthy. Not normal. I love you, I do, you’re my home…but I don’t need you. Not anymore.”

            You sniffled, tears threatening to fall but you pushed them back.

            “I’m sorry…” You stepped forward, wanting to comfort him after saying what you just did but as you did, you finally clocked the expression on Rafe’s face. You stopped moving towards him. His eyes were glazed over, red & watering, as if he too was trying not to cry. But his teeth were pressed against his lower lip in anger. His mouth was shifting every which way as he absorbed everything you had just said.

            It was rare, seeing Rafe like this, you had only seen it one another time. At Dom’s funeral. His heart was breaking, he was angry, wanting to understand, to change things. It was that same expression on his face & look in his eyes.

            “Rafe…” You said his name softly. But at the sound of his name, Rafe’s eyes snapped to yours. And what you saw there made your heart stop.

            Before you could utter another word, Rafe snatched your throat in his hand, practically lifting your feet off the floor as he dragged you down the hallway to your bedroom.

            “Rafe—” Your voice strained against his hold on you, so you beat against his arm, but he looked like a madman on a mission.

            Inside your bedroom, Rafe threw you down on your bed. Air filled in your lungs, & you desperately breathed in all the oxygen you could. But your opportunity was short-lived as you watched in horror as Rafe tore off his shirt before snatching the ankle closest to him & dragging you towards the edge of the bed. Towards him.

            “What are you doing?” You gasped, fear wrapping around you like a snake around it’s prey.

            “You say you don’t need me.” Rafe mumbled, grabbing you by the underside of your chin, “I’m going to show just how badly you actually do.”

            A yelp escaped you when Rafe reached for the top of your dress & in one go, ripped it right down the middle. In less than a second, a dress from a very happy memory was destroyed just before you. The fabric hung loosely & pitifully from your exposed upper half, your breasts on full display. But the shock & suddenness of it all froze you. Rafe then shoved you backwards until your back slammed against your mattress.

            Words failed you as Rafe dropped his pants to the ground before using one hand to slither under the skirt of your dress, yanking on your underwear until they dangled from one ankle.

            This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening. You fluttered your eyes closed. It was just a nightmare. A terrible, terrible nightmare. Rafe wouldn’t do this to you, couldn’t. He loved you. He would never hurt you. He promised.

            But then there was another body on top of you & your eyes flashed open. It was Rafe above you. It was Rafe muttering angrily to himself as he situated himself between your legs. It was Rafe who was date raping you.

            You felt a hardness against your center & it snapped you back into your body.

            “Rafe!” You pleaded, your body shaking uncontrollably beneath him, “Please, don’t.”

            Rafe paused to glance down at you. And you saw it there, in his eyes. His inner conflict. He didn’t want to do this, but he was. Rafe looked away then, unable to look you in the eyes as he adjusted his hips directly against yours. When you felt the head of his cock at your entrance, you cried out.

            “Please, Rafe, no.” You shook your head vigorously. You managed to get one of your hands out from under his weight & desperately grabbed for his face, forcing him to look at you. When his reddened & tearful eyes met your own, you shook your head more, “I haven’t... before.”

            It was no secret that you had never had sex before but it wasn’t something you talked openly about. But Rafe knew as such. He knew. So, he wouldn’t hurt you like that… he wouldn’t.

            But as Rafe only continued looking at you with a mix of anger & sadness, you watched helplessly as his eyes ultimately shifted to the latter.

            “I know.” Rafe replied, his voice emotionless, mirroring the lack of expression on his face. Tears cast over your eyes.

            “I’m sorry.” Rafe said with finality. Then he moved his hips forward.

            You whined into his shoulder, your arms hanging onto him for dear life as he forced himself inside of you. He was slow, but it didn’t matter. The pain was too great & you didn’t want this.

            Rafe shuddered above you once he was fully sheathed inside you.

            The two of you released a tense breath of air at the same time. You stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, your inside feeling cramped & stretched all at the same time. Rafe was hung his head next to yours as he caught his breath. You took that brief moment to lick your lips. You had been biting them so hard the skin was beginning to peel. Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, collecting in the curves of your ears.

            Then, Rafe began to move. The movement burn & stung. You stifled your pained moans, hardening yourself to what was happening. You couldn’t be here, not with him, not now, not with what he decided to follow through with. Because if you did…you’d hate him. And you loved Rafe.

            The body above you continued to move, assaulting your body to it’s pleasure. But as it did, your mind wandered.

            Your vision blurred & you were brought back just 24 hours prior.

            The ocean was so bright, so blue. Abundance of laughter could be heard in the distance. The sun was warming your skin & the ocean water kept you cool beneath the surface. You were floating on your back, a smile on your face. There was another person floating on their back beside you. Though your eyes were closed, you reached for their hand in the water. And when you found theirs you realized their hand was already searching for yours too. It was his hand. Your protectors. The one who promised to look out for you.

            Was this your fault? Did you let him coddle you for too long? Get too comfortable in it? Or did you give him a false sense of something else along the way? Did he love you differently? Was he punishing you because you weren’t ready for him? The questions were endless. And none of the potential answers brought you any peace. This was your nightmare, & it was very, very real.

            A sudden influx of movement broke your reverie, & you were transported back to your bedroom. Rafe had stilled above you. He was breathing heavily. You felt your muscles relax. It was finally over. But as you lied there beneath him, with him still inside you, you were startled when you heard soft sobbing.

            Turning your head slightly, you looked to see in your limited vision, at your awkward angle, as Rafe’s body shook above yours. But it wasn’t the aftereffects of coming, or at least you didn’t think so. But when a choked sob erupted from him, you realized he was crying.

            Rafe Cameron, your closest, oldest, safest friend was crying. After raping you, he was sobbing.

            “I’m sorry, _____.” Rafe wrapped his arms around your back as he cried into your neck.

            “But you were wrong. I don’t see you as my little sister.” What he was saying made your heart sink into your stomach.

            He leaned up then to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot, so far gone. You could only stare expressionlessly back.

            “I never did.” There it was. All along. The truth.

            “But you do need me. And I need you.” Rafe stated, “So this doesn’t happen again. So no one hurts you again.”

            It was laughable but you didn’t laugh. Didn’t even manage a light chuck.

            “So I don’t hurt you again.”

            Rafe cupped your face, angling you to look at him. His tears had stopped but his face was still strained from the flood of emotions, “Promise me, _____.”

            But you couldn’t. There was nothing you could say. Rafe sniffled, hugging you closer to his body.

            “I’ll never hurt you again. I promise.” Rafe whispered but it sounded far away.

            You only stared upwards, your tongue completely tied.

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Nothing Comes Close to the Golden Coast

Description: You're on the beach because it's what your little sister wanted for her bachelorette party. One day, you can manage, right? You're not expecting to stumble right into the woman who could can change your outlook on beaches that day. But with Natasha Trace, maybe you're starting to see nothing comes close to the golden coast.

Warnings: Female! Reader, Flirting, Beaches, Mild Cursing, Natasha is too flirty for words and possibly a little dangerous

A/N: Hiya lovelies! This is a fic I wrote for @bellaireland1981 's 1K Pool Party celebration. Congratulations on 1K followers Bella! It's my first time writing a long form Phoenix x Reader fic and I hope I did Nix justice. All my love to @horseshoegirl for beta-ing this fic for me and making sure I wasn't 1) using too many commas (yes I have a problem) and 2) that this fic was flirty and fun and summery enough!

Word Count: 3617

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

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You like going to the beach as much as any other girl. But unlike other girls, you tend to prefer quiet, calm, clear beaches to lie on. The kind of beach where you can hear the tide coming in and the seagulls wheeling in the clear summer sky. The kind of beach where the sand is clear, and you never have to fight to find a spot to lay down your towel and where you can read without a beach ball smashing into your face. Of course, finding the clear beaches you love is far from easy. It seems like the minute the calendar hits Memorial Day, everyone in the Greater San Diego area books it to the beach for the summer. You’ve even seen people taking meetings out on the beach. But to put it bluntly, you're not one of those people.

So why are you out on this congested, loud beach today? There's only one reason: your baby sister's Bachelorette party. It was an obligation you couldn’t get out of. You love your sister, but you’re less than happy to be spending time with her and her friends. When it’s just the two of you, it feels like you’re the closest pair of siblings on the planet. But when she’s with her friends, it feels like there is a colossal, ever-widening, yawning gulf between you. Everyone calls her the pretty one while you're the practical one. In the eyes of your entire extended family, it is one of the many reasons why she's getting married at 22 when you're still single at 28. To keep the peace, you’ve been pasting a smile on your face and literally grinning and bearing it for everything she’s asked of you. Because you love her and in only a week’s time you can get a bit of a break from her (or really, from her best friend).

To make matters worse, you’re the only girl in the group wearing a one-piece suit, something flattering yet mostly covered, without showing off your cleavage or too much of your ass.

“God, do you have to wear that old lady suit?” She'd scoffed when you walked out of your house that morning, a sunhat on your head and a sarong tied around your waist to complement the deep maroon one-piece you’d pulled out to wear. “Please tell me you have a bikini you can go wear instead. If you'd told me, I would have brought you one of mine!”

As if you'd have ever worn a bikini of hers. Your younger sister is thin, model thin, with a narrow waist and perfectly perky A-cups, which look fantastic in the hot pink bikini she's wearing today. She's got the physique that makes men look a little stupid. Already, there is a pack of unfairly pretty men who have gone a little cross-eyed when your sister and her friends walked by. In contrast, you're shorter and curvier, your hair dark where hers is blonde, and the ultimate introvert to her bubbly extrovert.

You aren't even her maid of honor at her wedding - that particular honor belongs to her best friend - yes, the aforementioned obnoxious Sally herself. It's not as if anyone has even noticed you're not having the time of your life in the water. After all, why would they? Who wants the babysitter hanging around you when you're trying to have fun? It's the role you've been playing since your sister was born, and you're sure you'll play it again once your sister has kids. For now, all you can do is stay secluded under your umbrella and try to read a little despite the noise. At least it is a little emptier on the beach now as the sun sinks slowly across the sky.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The voice is male, filled with all the surety of a man who knows what he wants and has never failed to get it. Your eyes are rolling before your head rises from your book. Your sister and Sally are under the umbrella next to you, and unsurprisingly, that comment was targeted at the two of them. You're pretty sure they are two of the group who were tossing around not one but two footballs on the beach.

“Two pretty things like you look like you could use a drink.”

It's the blonde, tall with green eyes, and a shit-eating grin, who makes the offer. And to your disbelief, it looks like your sister is going to take these guys up on their offer.

“We'd love to!”

Is she thinking at all? Before you can stop yourself, you're speaking.

“Can I talk to you, Vicky?”

“The fuck do you need to talk to her for?”

Sally's growling at you, her arms crossed under her chest in a way that accentuates the cleavage already threatening to break free of her string bikini. Your cheeks flush as the two men glance between you and her, discerning gazes flip-flopping between you and her at heated words.

“You're her sister, not the fucking morality police. We're having drinks with them. Either you can join us, or you can glare disapprovingly. But don't you dare tell us what we can and cannot do.”

“You're such a fucking stick in the mud. I don’t get why the hell you came with us. Why are you always coming out with us, anyway? I mean, I’d have had a life by the time I was your age, but well, I guess you're even too boring for that.”

You're left gaping at Sally and your sister as they walk away. The words don't hurt, not really. You've been hearing a version of them for years, ever since Sally and Vicky decided they didn't like having you shadow them. Of course, they don't believe you when you say you'd rather do anything other than join them while they get up to all the bullshit they do. Once upon a time, Vicky used to defend you. Obviously, those days are long gone.

It doesn't mean you won't still watch out for your sister, though. Call it some sort of sickening nostalgia for the days when you and her were close once, chasing each other around playing unicorns in your backyard. Call it affection for the little girl who used to follow along behind you, repeating everything you said with a lisp. Call it love for your sister who you would once do anything for - would still do anything for.

Of course, you immediately realize the situation is far different than you thought it would be. Because there aren't just two incredibly hot men, but ten. Before you can blink, they're all over Vicky, Sally and their other friends. Somebody has sparked up a bonfire, and you gravitate to the hot flames despite yourself. You're a little chilled after being out in the hot sun all day. As the sun sets over the sea, one of them nestles a Bluetooth speaker into the sand and turns the music up. 

California Gurls, we're unforgettable,

Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top

Whoever made this playlist needs better taste in music. Or at least they need to pick something which you haven't heard on the radio every day of the summer in 2010. As it is, it will be stuck in your head for days.

“This song sucks, huh?”

You jump at the voice near your ear, stumbling and nearly face-planting in the sand. You have the kind of face which shows your emotions plainly, you've always been told so. Now someone has noticed, and you hope this person won’t throw you under the bus like all of Vicky’s friends. You pretend it’s just the song as you turn around with a smile pasted across your face.

“It's the worst!”

You're sure you have other things to say, but they disappear from your head like smoke when you see the woman who is talking to you. She's gorgeous, whiskey eyes flickering gold with the bonfire's flames. She's absolutely beautiful, and it feels a little like you're in an alternate universe. There's a cool breeze coming off the water, and in addition to the salt from the sea, you can smell hibiscus in the air. It has to be from her perfume, you note vacantly.

There's humor in her eyes as she stands beside you, surveying the others around the bonfire just like you are. You can see your sister in the distance, dancing with the blonde who asked if she wanted a drink. She looks like she’s well on her way to becoming completely drunk, but you don’t care. Vicky’s an adult. She made her own decisions, and she can stand by them. All of your attention is on the brunette in front of you. She holds out a bottle to you, condensation dripping over her fingers.

“I thought you could use a drink.”

“Thanks.”

The drink in question is a bottle of soda, ice cold.

“I, uhh…” She looks a little sheepish, some of her confidence draining away as you look inquiringly at her. “I wasn’t sure how else to get you to talk to me.”

“W-why wouldn’t I talk to you?” 

She grins ruefully, “Because you've been glaring at Bagman and your friends since you walked over here?”

“And, you don't look like you're having much fun.”

“Fun…” You sigh, "is a word for it. And we're not friends.”

“Younger sister?”

You laugh, “Is it that obvious?”

“You're a good sister, coming out with her and her friends like this.” 

Her innocent words touch your heart a little bit.

“I've got two just like her. They're so sure they're grown up, but they could still need somebody to watch out for them.”

You turn excitedly, “Yes! Yes. That’s it! She's getting married next week, but there's still so much she doesn’t know yet! And she and her best friend hate that I'm here. Call it her need to be seen and treated like an adult. I'm in her bridal party and she doesn’t even want to celebrate with me. Guess everybody would pick Bagman over there over me.”

“I don't hate that you're here, you know?”

You startle a little at the frank openness of this beautiful stranger's voice.

“Why not? You don't know a single thing about me.”

“I know you’re a big sister. I know you hate Katy Perry’s California Gurls, not because the song itself is horrible, but because you’ve probably heard it a million times.”

She tugs at your hand, and you follow her as she leads you away from the bonfire, the song still blaring away. You shouldn’t follow her, you know you shouldn’t. But despite yourself,you’re curious. There’s something about her you need to know more of. Away from the bonfire, the air is cool, and crisp. The beach feels swept clean the further you walk.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you planned this.” 

You crack open the soda and take a sip, pretending not to feel dark eyes on the side of your face.

“I didn’t plan it.” She chuckles a little, playing with your fingers. “All I wanted was to keep talking. I think I owe you a few more things I know about you, anyways.”

Your heart warms as she shrugs out of the hoodie and lays it over the sand. She sprawls down with a grace you couldn't emulate if you tried, all long, lean muscles exuding strength and power. You feel awkward in contrast, self-conscious as you try to sit on as much of the hoodie as you can without sprawling in her lap in a way that would have you mortified and her uncomfortable. But you can still feel her, warm and solid, as she retakes your hand. It’s comforting, the light touch, the calluses at her fingertips making goosebumps rise over your arms. Her perfume smells different this close, the light scent of summer hibiscus melting into roses and morning dew. It’s addicting.

“Y-you mentioned there were a couple more things you knew about me?” 

The words leave you in a whisper, tripping over each other as they drop off your tongue.

Her laugh is husky and warm, and for one moment, all you want is for her to make that wondrous sound again. But you quell that particular impulse. After all, no matter how weak you are for this woman, you barely know her. You won't be making a fool of yourself tonight.

“I think you're smart, smarter than anyone gives you credit for being. You're strong and single-minded.” She leans in conspiratorially, a smirk on her lips. “Some people would call you stubborn, but I think they're just afraid you'll leave them behind in your quest for world domination.”

“How do you know I'm gunning for world domination?” You're smiling from ear-to-ear as you ask the question.

“All the prettiest girls are. Especially the girls who bring a book to the beach for family when they'd probably rather be curled up on a window seat with a cup of tea handy.”

Your cheeks have to be crimson by now. Of all the days for an unfairly pretty woman to come up to you and flirt, she has to pick today. She’s so confident, so pretty and vivacious and all the things you never could be. In comparison, you just feel dull, like a piece of fabric bleached by the sun, until there are only the faintest hints of color left. It’s also been a really long time since anyone’s even looked twice at you.

“I-I do like reading at a window seat while it rains.” Your smile is halfway genuine now, you think. You can’t keep volunteering bits of information about yourself without getting some info from her in turn.

“What do you like doing in your spare time?”

Maybe you picked the wrong question to ask because her easy smile drops faster than you can blink. The small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes flatten out, and the dimples are so deep you’ve been wanting to kiss them since you saw them disappear as her smile does. The silence between you isn’t comfortable anymore. It’s awkward, a discordantly awkward tone spoiling the harmony of the moments before.

“I don’t have much spare time. Or hobbies.”

“I’m sorry.”

You’re babbling before the apology has left your lips, mind speeding at a hundred miles per hour at the thought you’ve somehow managed to insult the one person who’s wanted to talk to you all night. You’re standing and turning to head back to the bonfire before she hops up next to you.

“Whoa, whoa.” Her hands are hot as they make contact with your upper arms. “I’m not angry at you. I dunno if you heard what those meatheads were saying when they were posturing to your sister and her friends earlier, but I’m a Naval Aviator.”

“It doesn’t leave a lot of time for hobbies.”

“So, what do you do with your free time?” 

She’s so close you can feel the heat of her skin.

“Most of my free time is spent at the gym. It takes hard work to look this good.” 

You giggle a little as she tugs your hands until they’re flat against her toned stomach. The muscles twitch under your fingers a little, and you feel light-headed. Is she really flirting with you? You? 

“Not everyone can read books and look as good as you do.”

“What else do you do?” Your voice is weak, barely audible over the rushing waves, but she hears you anyway.

“Sleep. Try to read. Though it’s harder to concentrate when you’re surrounded by hundreds of lonely, horny men than when you’re sitting in a window seat.”

She smirks a little, leaning closer then. 

“And I definitely spend a lot of time daydreaming about a pretty bookworm in my bed to keep me warm at night.”

“O-oh.”

Your face has to be crimson by now. It feels so hot. The dark ocean seems way too alluring, if only for a cold reality check. There’s no way this gorgeous, smart, sexy woman is hitting on you. There’s no way. Maybe if you keep saying it over and over, it will be a reality instead of what your delusional mind is coming up with.

“Sadly, there hasn’t been a pretty bookworm in my bed in a while.” 

The smile on her face falls, the motes of color swirling in her hypnotic eyes, fracturing into crystals at the words. 

“None of them can take the long days away, no dates, little contact. Maybe one day I’ll find the right bookworm for me. Unless…”

Her arm has found its way around your shoulders, the warm lines of her body searing into you.

“Well, this is a silly question, but would you maybe like to grab a coffee sometime? Get to know each other better?”

You want to say yes. More than anything you want to. But you can’t bring yourself to accept her invitation, not when you have more questions than answers.

“W-why me?”

Her lips are warm even through the material of your half-damp swimsuit as she presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“You’re different from the other girls I talk to.” 

You’re unsure how to respond, half afraid she will go on and on about how boring and dull you are. All of the others you’ve dated certainly have. They expect one of the standard sexy-librarian types when they meet you and find out you like to read. They’re always disappointed when the truth they come to see couldn’t be any further from what they imagine. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she sighs. “I swear I nearly got hit on the head with one of the footballs when I saw you walk out onto the beach and sit under your umbrella.”

“You missed it, I'm sure, but those goofballs in my squadron were laughing at me for hours.” 

There's a slight pink tinge to her cheeks as she leans back. You miss her the minute you lose her warmth.

“I um…” She runs a hand, long-fingered and pretty (why the hell are even her hands so pretty), through her hair. “I'm pretty sure that's why those two walked up to your sister and her friend.”

“They wanted me to come to the bonfire tonight?”

You're pretty sure your mouth is wide open at this point. 

“Yeah. Though I should say, I wanted an excuse to talk to the prettiest woman I've ever seen. And maybe flirt with her a little. And maybe get her to agree to go out with me.”

“How is this clever plan of yours working for you?” 

Your voice is a whisper again as you peer over your shoulder at her. 

“You don’t know my name. You don't even know if you're my type.” 

It takes every bit of courage to banter lightly with her.

“I think it's going pretty well. After all, I've got you sitting here with me instead of out there with those idiots. And I'd very much like your name.”

You smile despite yourself as you tell her your name, getting hers in turn: Natasha Trace, callsign Phoenix. Her callsign fits her fierce and confident personality.

“So what do you say about getting coffee with me sometime?”

Just before you're about to respond, you hear your name called from the bonfire. It's one of Vicky's friends calling for you and pointing at your sister. She's drunk, and you can tell she's minutes away from courting an indecent exposure charge. She's sitting on Bagman's lap and doing her best to eat his face right off. He seems like a more than willing participant. Your concerns have more to do with how her bikini is moving, how she’s only moments away from an indecent exposure charge.

“Fuck.” 

You turn to Natasha and smile. “I'm really sorry, but I have to…”

You make a vague gesture in your sister's direction.

“I understand. She needs you right now.”

You nod and begin to walk away, pulling your coverup out of your bag. But your feet don't let you move very far. What kind of person would you be if you let the best thing that's ever happened to you slip through your fingers so easily? You can't let her slip away. So you rummage in your bag for one of the notebooks you always carry with you and scrawl your phone number down on it, ripping the page away.

She looks surprised to see you again when you catapult yourself into her arms and kiss her soft lips. She tastes like the beer she was drinking earlier, and as her arms wrap around your waist, you sink into the kiss a little bit more. You feel like you never want to leave. Yet you know the longer you stay here kissing Natasha, the more time your sister has to make situations worse. Her friends may be cheering her on, but her fiancé won't be quite so magnanimous.

When you pull away, her cheeks are the same pink as earlier. Her lips are kiss-swollen, and her eyes are bright. You're sure yours are the same.

“Let's get that coffee, Natasha.”

You press the paper into her hands and hurry back up to the beach to take care of your sister. In the hilarity of pulling her away from Bagman and wrestling her into your coverup, you can feel eyes on you. They track you until you drive away.

There's a text on your phone when you get home.

Let's get that coffee tomorrow morning. Do you know Madison's Cafe? I'd very much like to kiss you again.

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Nanea Mitchell is a half Scottish-American, half Native Hawaiian girl living in Honolulu, Hawaii in 1941 during the attack on Pearl Harbor. Her release was met with a lot of surprise. Going back to WW2, it seemed like AG was running out of history. But Nanea is pretty different than Molly. She covers the beginning of the war and the Pacific theater while Molly covers the end of the war and the European theater.

More than anything else, Nanea represents Native Hawaiians in the historical line. Being post BeForever, she only received two books. The two book format might seem to fit covering one event like Pearl Harbor better, but honestly, with Hawaiian history and culture and the beginning of WW2, there is SO MUCH to cover. I think the traditional six books for Nanea would be fantastic.

To start with, I’d like to see some before and after. Appropriating Pacific Islander culture was a major trend in the 1930s, and the Hawaiian tourism industry really took of. It would be interesting to see Nanea’s reaction to White actresses wearing sarongs and leis and poorly dancing the hula on the silver screen, or seeing sacred tikis reduced to cheap bar kitsch.

You can listen to or read the episode of the food history podcast Gastropod about tiki bars.

As far as the Pearl Harbor attack goes, one of the enduring and most fascinating parts of history is the normalcy that exists during crisis. My middle school orchestra performed at Disney World two weeks after 9/11 when people were still terrified of going into major tourist places for fear of attack. We visited Disney World in September every year and had the date scheduled in advance, we weren’t gonna let some fucking terrorists stop us. I’d love to see Nanea just being a kid in the middle of chaos.

And then there’s just the island’s history! There’s so many stories you could work out with Nanea just learning Hawaiian history!

Nanea’s style of blouse is called a tea-timer. It became popular in the mid-20th century after being appropriated from the Chinese cheongsam.

(SneakyTiki)

Her shorts are a sailor-inspired design called moku shorts, but I can’t find any information about their history.

(Ritual Vintage, credit @in-pleasant-company​)

Her little necklace is made out of (imitation) celluloid and seashells.

(Garden Party Collection Vintage Jewelry)

Here’s a pretty great article about Native Hawaiian reaction to Nenea’s release.

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I am aware that Eliza Pancakes basically screams obnoxious to many people but I accidentally made her cute and also (not accidentally) into stuff like hiking bc girl seriously needs some hobbies or she'll go insane.

cc under the cut!

⟡ general: hair 1 | 2 | glasses | watch (ea)

⟡ everyday: tee | shorts | shorts acc (ea) | sneakers | socks

⟡ formal: shirt | top acc | pants | boots | socks (ea)

⟡ athletic: hoodie | shorts | sneakers | cap | socks

⟡ sleep: top | cardigan | leggings & socks

⟡ party: outfit | boots | necklace | backpack

⟡ swimwear: swimsuit | sandals | hat | sarong | bag

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Entirely at your service

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It's Sanji's turn to stay on the Thousand Sunny while the rest of the Straw Hats explore a new island, so he makes his way up to the crow's nest for his watch. He is pleasantly surprised in more ways than one by what, or rather who, he finds up there.

Notes: NSFW, minors begone, lots of swearing, friends to lovers, porn with feelings, idiots in love, chubby OC, some angst, lots of fluff, praise kink, breast worship, consent really is sexy, inappropriate(?) use of observation haki, etc; word count 6.3k

AN: Baby's first fan fiction! Ya girl can have a little a shameless self-insert, as a treat. I've only seen OPLA and I'm not past the East Blue in the manga/anime yet, but I've done my best to keep everything consistent with canon.

AN 2: I use French as the language of the Celestial Dragons, and both Sanji and Amy are fluent. Most of the time, I'll put the English words in brackets at the end of the paragraph, but there are some recurring phrases that I'll leave untranslated: mère bleue is 'blue mother', as in Mother Ocean; merde is 'shit'; mon amour, chérie, and ma chère are endearments

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Edit: read this chapter on ao3!

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As soon as the hatch leading to the crow’s nest clangs shut, Sanji sets his snack tray on the floor mats and collapses with a dramatic groan. 

“Fuck me raw,” he sighs.

“As appealing as that sounds, that’s gonna have to wait another couple days per Chopper’s advice,” a feminine voice deadpans behind him.

Sanji sits upright with a start, nearly knocking over his water bottle. “Mère bleue!” he exclaims as he turns to face his crew mate; “for some reason I thought you were in the landing party today.”

Amy’s reply is drowned out by the pounding of Sanji’s heart when he blinks and notices just how casually she is dressed. He recognizes her sarong as a recent gift from a grateful cloth merchant—he would stand by the assertion that everything looked good on Nami, the original recipient, but he’d have to agree with her that it suited their crew’s interpreter better—and the crocheted halter top as Amy’s own handiwork. He feels a sudden itch to find out for himself just how soft a yarn she chose for this particular work of art…

For lack of a mirror, Amy could not see what her face looked like; but she imagined that if she could, her eyes would be wide and sparkling with mischief. It’s certainly the feeling she always seems to get whenever she’s face-to-face with the handsome blond before her: a grin pressing at her cheeks to escape through the seam of lips pressed together, eyelids spread as if to take in more of him.

(Sometimes, she reckons she could spread other parts of herself for that purpose, if she thought him willing to put his money where his mouth always seems to go.)

“I’m not complaining, mind you,” she continues to say, “but this is the third—no, fourth time in a row!”

Sanji gulps and shakes the slightly-glazed expression from his face. “I’m sorry, can you say that again? I was…distracted by your beauty.” He winks one piercing blue eye, and skepticism be damned, she feels heat creeping over her body and pooling between her legs.

Amy rolls her eyes and fidgets with her sarong in lieu of making a snarky comment about blindfolds.

“As I was saying while you were ogling me, I was going to be one of the landing party, but Nami insisted on having Usopp join her in mapping the island because my handwriting is so much better than his, so I should be the one to help you with inventory. She’s not wrong, per se, but this is the third or fourth time in a row this has happened, and part of me wants to call bullshit.”

“Part of you? What about the rest of you?” Sanji asks, resolutely fixing his gaze on Amy’s eyes instead of letting it drift to her bust or the soft rolls of her exposed torso.

This time it’s Amy’s turn to deliver a blush-inducing wink. “The rest of me is simply happy to be spending time with you.”

“Well, lucky for us, sweetheart, I took the liberty of doing inventory earlier this morning so that Miss Nami would have a grocery list,” Sanji replies after taking a deep breath, “so I am…entirely at your service.” 

Entirely at your service. The words tickle Amy as she takes in Sanji’s shirtless form, supine once more and sporting that megawatt grin. As her gaze trickles down from his abs to those steel-hard thighs, she can’t even bring herself to be annoyed by how smug he looks; Mother Ocean knows how handsome he knows he is, how hard he’s worked to earn those well-toned—

“Have I rendered you speechless, mademoiselle?”

Sanji’s voice, sultry and teasing, interrupts her train of thought.

Entirely at your service.

Sanji knows he’s close to some sort of victory when Amy’s face flushes even more deeply and she still doesn’t answer right away. There’s something uniquely thrilling about fencing with words and looks the way Mosshead trains with Wado Ichimonji—maneuvering, testing, anticipating, parrying, scoring—and he reckons it has to do with the way both parties win something if one goes about it correctly.

He watches and sits up as Amy walks around to his front before she settles next to the tray of snacks. His heart thumps harder in his chest the same way that foolish thing does every time they’re in such close proximity, not quite touching but close enough that he wouldn’t even need to fully extend his arm were he to caress her cheek—

“You don’t need to sit up on my account, handsome. Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer later, but right now maybe I’ll serve you some—how does that sound?” Amy plucks a single grape from the cluster and holds it above his mouth.

Maybe I’ll serve you some.

It’s not often Sanji allows himself to contemplate what he might do with such an offer. As a child, he’d served in order to live; as an adolescent and now as an adult, he lives to serve. But sometimes it occurs to him that letting someone serve him instead can itself be an act of…well…service.

(It will take some time before he allows himself even to think the word ‘love’ in place of ‘service’, and longer still before he allows himself to speak it; but it’s there, waiting like a daffodil bulb in early March for safe conditions to bloom.)

There will be time for Sanji to unpack all of this later, when a beautiful woman is not offering him a grape that looks as sweet and delicious as the person holding it, looking at him with the inviting heat of an onsen—or perhaps it is the sort of hunger that no amount of grapes can quench but he might be able to satisfy anyway. 

All Blue forbid he keep a lady waiting. He lowers himself back onto the floor mats and opens his mouth.

“Good boy,” Amy teases in her best attempt at a sultry purr, frowning when Sanji gives her a strange look and shifts uncomfortably instead of rolling his eyes. “Sorry, does my femme fatale impression need work? Too over-the-top, not campy enough, too demeaning?”

“No, that was—no, no, you’re fine,” he replies, suddenly a little breathless. “How about that grape?”

If Amy notices the hunger filling both his mind and his gym shorts, she mercifully does not comment on it.

There’s a look in Sanji’s eyes that, if she didn’t know better, Amy might call naked desire, and the idea renders her dizzy with want, or it could be dehydration—she’s not sure, not in this weather. She drops the grape in Sanji’s waiting mouth, pats his jaw, and gets up to let a breeze in through a window.

She can hear the slight frown in Sanji’s voice when he calls, “Are you alright, darling? Can I get you something to drink? I think I saw a fountain somewhere…”

“You’re not beating the waiter allegations from Zoro anytime soon, are you?” Amy chuckles, the cooler air having relieved her flustered state.

“He can call me a scullion for all I care; it’s a small price to pay to see you satisfied.” The chef curses under his breath; there are no spare cups up here, so sharing his canteen will have to suffice. He brings it to Amy with an apologetic smile.

She takes a sip and smiles gratefully, and allows her eyes once again to wander over Sanji’s chiseled body. “I have a tall glass of water to drink from, and that’s a good place to start.”

Sanji draws a sudden breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Keep talking like that, and we might not get to finish the snacks I brought up.”

A wicked grin spreads over Amy’s face, and Sanji knows he’s fallen into his own trap.

“How about I help you finish your snack, and you help me finish mine?”

He groans and tilts his head back, and the creeping heat that became smoldering want is stoked into flame by the huskiness of his voice, by the way his neck seems further exposed, there for the kissing—

“Say the word, Amy, and all of it is yours.”

Amy merely smiles. She steps past him, hooking an arm around the far side of his waist as she goes; when he spins around to face her once again, she tugs on the hand suddenly holding hers.

“You gonna have a seat or what?” she asks, nodding toward the tray.

A moment’s hesitation, and Sanji steps forward into the gap between them.

“Are you gonna call me a good boy if I do?” he asks almost under his breath, just above a whisper.

They’re standing so, so close together now, Sanji is sure Amy can feel his breath on her forehead and the place where his shorts are almost too tight to contain him—because she might have called him a tall glass of water, but to him her eyes are Dressrosi kahlua, and he is so drunk on her gaze he would confess to a lot more than his longings, just for another shot.

“I can call you anything you like,” she breathes, “when I am entirely at your service.”

Their lips meet now in a kiss that, for all the repartee and flirtation that preceded it, is gentle and unhurried, a moment to be savored. After a few moments they pull apart, all smiles, long enough for Sanji to remark:

“I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be my line.”

The pair dissolve into giggles and quick pecks as Sanji finally lays himself down beside the snacks.

To his left, recumbent and supporting herself on one arm, Amy realizes her mistake and gestures to the tray. "Would you mind passing me those?" she asks.

"I thought you were supposed to be serving me," he replied with a mock pout and still-twinkling eyes. 

"I was always taught it was impolite to reach directly across someone's personal space." Amy raises an eyebrow, still looking amused.

Gently, tentatively, as if reaching out to pet a cat, Sanji places his left hand on the small of her back. The hitch in Amy's breath at his touch and the way her eyes widen send a tingling sensation down his spine, straight to his groin. He flashes her the most charming smile he can muster.

"Chérie, in case I haven't made it clear, I want you in my personal space; and unless I am reading you wrong, in which case I apologize sincerely..." He begins to remove his hand.

"No, no, keep doing that—"

(Amy almost doesn't recognize that plaintive voice as her own, but the way his broad palm spread across her back and the soothing way he moved his thumb in little circles have seared themselves into her mind like an addiction.)

Sanji, that smug, sexy bastard, grins and does as he is told.

“…if I am not mistaken, you want me in your personal space, too.” 

Amy is speechless for a moment with an embarrassment she can’t quite explain, but she knows exactly how to get back at Sanji. With his hand back in its place holding her, she smiles sweetly and says:

“Thank you…”

—she moves not only to reach across him for the food, but also to straddle him entirely, which she is sure was his plan to begin with; but then she leans her head close to his, and her smile turns impish—

“…or should I say ‘good boy’?”

Pulling her waist closer with one hand and pushing himself up from the floor with the other arm, Sanji kisses Amy again, trailing along her jawline with an unmistakable urgency.

“Mon amour,” he pleads, “laisse-moi te montrer ce que tu m’inspires…” [Let me show you what you inspire in me...]

“Ho-hold on, lover boy,” Amy gasps, giving the smallest yelp when his hand squeezes a plush asscheek and presses her body against his hardness. “Don’t forget what you came here to do. We don’t—fuck—we don’t waste food.” She pushes against Sanji’s chest and hopes he can see the sympathetic reluctance in her face.

He whimpers. Sanji whimpers, and the sound of it is almost enough to break her resolve; but she knows that if he loved anything in the world more than women, it would be food alone. She presses her forehead to his and a gentle kiss to his nose.

“We don’t waste food.”

If Sanji didn’t know better, he’d think he was dreaming. If he’s dreaming, then woe betide the person who wakes him up, he thinks.

The afternoon sun backlights Amy’s head like a halo, and the breeze through the window causes her brown hair to flutter like a curtain or a sacred veil. Sanji thanks whatever deities are listening—for surely the vision above him is divine in source as well as appearance—for every person before him who fumbled their chance at the privilege that is now his. Hell if he knows what a rejected-princeling-turned-pirate-cook could possibly offer that is worthy of a goddess like this; but he would devote himself to her, be her high priest, beg her to take him as her throne—anything for the heaven in her embrace, if she would only let him.

We don’t waste food.

The reminder nudges Sanji out of his angst, and he grins. “Let’s have those snacks, then, before we get carried away and fill up on something else.”

He gives Amy one more kiss on her lips, chaste yet searing, and lets her go.

The absence of his hand on her waist feels like a loss, until she sits back to reach for the grapes and feels something pressing below her tailbone. She exchanges a knowing smile with the man pinned beneath her, handsome as a demigod.

“You know, if we share those snacks, they’ll be gone faster,” he muses, before dropping his voice even lower. “Then you and I can have our ways with each other.”

“Someone’s eager.” Amy winks and picks up a piece of bruschetta.

“Eager to please you, eager to serve you, eager to feel you in the throes of bliss—yes, I am eager, and you deserve an eager lover, Amy.”

Amy looks stunned. Sanji gestures to the bread slice in her hand.

“Mind telling me how that bruschetta tastes?” he asks. “I used a different combination of cheese and seasoning since we couldn’t find any mozzarella in the last port.”

You deserve an eager lover.

Amy knows this to be true, knows that a lack of sex is better than mediocre sex; but knowing is one thing, and hearing a would-be lover echo the sentiment is another. Not only that: Sanji says it with such conviction, as if pleading with her to believe it too. It's refreshing. Arousing.

So...maybe she leans forward a bit more than necessary when she brings a morsel to Sanji's waiting mouth, and delights in the way his noises of appreciation seem to be as much for the heft of her breasts as for the acidic tang of the diced tomatoes. Maybe she grinds her bottom on his clothed cock just a little when she reaches for another handful of grapes, and smiles with the knowledge that his moaning isn't only for the bursts of sweetness on his tongue. Maybe she is uncommonly thorough when licking the sticky tangerine juice off his fingers.

Entirely at your service.

Maybe I’ll serve you some.

Swimming as their heads are with heady lust, it takes Sanji and Amy by surprise when they find the snack tray empty. They stare at it in silence for a long moment, before—

“Should I, uh—”

“That went more—”

“No, sorry, you go—”

“You go—”

Sanji sits up, laughing, and Amy kneels in front of him, head cocked to one side.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any condoms on you, or know whether Zoro keeps any up here?” Amy asks quietly.

“Hm? I think Mosshead keeps all his in his belt thing; Franky’s shooting blanks and exclusive with Miss Robin, so they don’t need any—”

“Wait, how does Franky know…”

“Apparently the Surgeon of Death also does vasectomies from time to time—wish I’d thought of that the last time we ran into them.”

“Damn. But do you have any?” Amy asks, leaning closer and poking him gently.

Sanji sighs deeply. “Don’t got any rubbers on me, but I keep some in the bunk room…”

“Hmmm, mais je ne peux plus attendre.” With her left hand on his right cheek, Amy pulls Sanji in for a lingering kiss. “J’ai besoin de toi maintenant.” [but I can't wait anymore; I need you now]

“Fuck, Amy,” Sanji groans between hungry, open-mouthed kisses, “how’m I supposed to resist you when you talk to me all sweet like that?” He slides a hand just above the waist of her sarong for emphasis, and cautiously slips a couple fingertips between fabric and skin.

Amy allows her fingernails to lightly scrape his skin as her free hand finds his spine; the hand already on his face threads through his hair. “You’re not supposed to resist me,” she murmurs into his jawline as she pulls his head back to expose his neck. “You’re supposed to forget about that snack tray, forget about our crewmates”—she places a cluster of kisses along his neck—“and enjoy some time alone with your lover—”

Your lover. The words send shivers coursing over Sanji’s skin.

“—just…enjoy yourself for a while.” She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and allows one hand to drift down to his waistband.

“Well, when you put it like that—merde, ça me sens bien—let me at least put a towel down for us?” Sanji reluctantly extracts himself from Amy, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand when he catches a pout on her lovely face. [that feels good]

“Make it quick, mon amour…vraiment, j’ai besoin de toi…” [truly, I need you]

Sanji pulls a couple towels from a nearby rack, drapes the larger one so that it flows from the bottom step onto the floor, and sets the smaller one beside it. Approaching Amy, he holds a hand out to her with the air of a gentleman at a ball asking a lady to dance. She takes it and pulls herself up to stand in front of him.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she asks with an adoring smile.

Sanji cups her face in both of his hands and looks her in the eyes. “We can stop at any time and it won’t cause problems between us, y’know that, right? I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”

Amy lets her eyes flick down to Sanji’s parted lips before meeting his gaze. “What would really be enjoyable right now is you kissing me…”

“So needy,” he teases, but obliges Amy anyway.

“‘Needy’? The love cook calls me ‘needy’?” she replies with mock outrage. “You’re the one who tricked me into straddling you and got so horny over a simple pet name that you reverted to Celestial!”

Sanji gives her a mischievous smile and another peck. “You stepped into the trap very willingly, though, didn’t you?” Another kiss, lingering a moment, and he adds: “And I know for a fact you loved it when I switched languages.”

“Quoi d’autre peux-tu faire avec ta langue, hmm?” Amy whispers against Sanji’s lips. [What else can you do with your tongue]

“S’il te plaît, chérie,” he whispers in kind, his fingers dancing lightly along one arm as he lifts it to his shoulder, “je peux te démontrer…” [If it please you, I can demonstrate]

Suddenly he bends down, and with a grunt he lifts Amy by her thighs, one on either side of his waist. He sets her down on the towel.

No sooner does Sanji let go of her legs than Amy is on him, gripping his face with both hands and kissing him voraciously. 

“That’s so—ungh—so fucking hot, Sanji,” she moans. “Fuck, you’re strong.”

“You’re not that heavy, are you?” Sanji manages to say between kisses—not that he’s complaining. “Ten stone, twelve?”

“Fourteen last I checked,” Amy murmurs into his chin. “You’re so good at what you do, I’m always hungry for more.”

Sanji chuckles at her double entendre. “Fourteen’s nothin’, long as I let my legs do the work.”

“Definitely the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.” Amy sucks lightly at the base of Sanji’s neck, and almost erases his train of thought completely.

“Merde—since your own, of course, right?” He places his hands on her knees and ever-so-slowly moves them upward.

“Mmm, naturally,” Amy murmurs, more interested in Sanji’s collarbone.

“Are you even listening right now?” Sanji asks, grinning with amusement as he pulls away. He laughs when Amy makes a whining noise and chases him with her lips.

“Your tongue is doing way too much talking, lover boy. Starting to think maybe you’re all talk.”

Sanji narrows his eyes.

Before Amy has time even to discern anything from his smile, Sanji’s gripping the back of her head in one hand and nudging her mouth open with his tongue. His other hand slides higher along her thighs, tantalizingly close to where she suddenly realizes she needs his touch the most. She moans into Sanji’s hungry mouth, the noise sounding more like a whimper than she would have liked to admit were she clear-minded; but her senses are consumed with him, and she can’t bring herself to care. His appreciative groans are like held notes on a saxophone; he smells of musky cologne and sweat in a way that registers as the essence of virility in the back of her mind; he electrifies her skin with the slightest contact; she can taste fruit and spice on his tongue, and—

“Sanj, there’s something metal in your mouth, is that a piercing or…?”

Amy leans back to peer into Sanji’s grinning mouth, and sure enough, the frenulum is pierced with a horseshoe bar.

She puts her arms around his neck and pulls him close again. “You know, I’d heard you described as having a silver tongue,” she teases, her lips a hair’s breadth from his, “but I didn’t think Nami and Usopp were being serious.”

Sanji kisses her again, delicate and sweet like a meringue. “It’s surgical steel, love, but I appreciate the sentiment.” He chuckles and Amy rolls her eyes fondly.

“Now, why don’t we go back to your talent show?” she suggests.

“A show, hmm? I’ve never tried exhibitionism, but we can talk kinks later, sure.”

“You know what I meant!” Amy laughs, giving Sanji’s shoulder a playful backhand.

“Oh, yes, that’s right: the talent show in which I”—Sanji places one more kiss on Amy’s smiling mouth—“pleasure this lovely lady”—he whispers before kissing behind her ear and sliding his hands to the laces of her top—“with my tongue until she”—loosens the knot holding the halter-neck in place and nips an exposed shoulder, prompting her to buck against him—“begs me to make her cum on my face.” He presses his face into her cleavage, and looks up to gauge her expression. “That one?”

Amy combs a hand through Sanji’s corn-silk hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and gasps with something like awe marbled with need. His lust-darkened eyes peering up at her from between her breasts might be the most erotic thing she’s ever seen.

Entirely at your service.

You deserve an eager lover.

“Oh, Sanji…” she sighs and leans back against the bench. “Please, yes, I need it…

“…do I get to serve you after?”

The question is so airy and quiet that Sanji almost doesn’t catch it, occupied as he is with the scent of Amy’s perfume and the solemn task of unbuttoning her from the other side. “What’s that, darling?”

Amy holds his face between her hands and pets his flushed cheeks with her thumbs. “Do I get to return the favor once you’ve made good on those wonderful things you said you want to do to me?”

“You may not need to. I’m pretty, ah, worked up right now—might be that I’ll follow you over the edge when you cum for me.” Sanji kisses her palm and, taking hold of her hand, guides it along the faint trail of hair leading to where he needs her touch the most.

Amy wants to press the question further, but contents herself with pressing her hand to the bulge in Sanji’s shorts. She gasps in wonder at his size and the needy cry that pours from his lips.

“Let’s find out for sure, shall we?” She turns her back to Sanji and lifts her hair out of the way.

Seating himself on the bench beside Amy, Sanji can reach the buttons just fine, but he welcomes the chance to lavish her neck with a flurry of kisses. He smiles against her skin at her giggling, and thinks of how quickly the sound is becoming one of his favorites.

Amy’s breath, already shaking, hitches when she feels her top come loose, and again when Sanji sucks lightly on the skin joining her neck to her shoulders.

“Sanji, please…”

“Shhh, darling, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs as his hands snake over the bare skin of her waist to cover hers in the front. “Your body is so soft, so beautiful. I love it.

“Can…can I just…feel it for a moment first? Explore it, admire it for a bit before I ravish you?” Sanji continues, tracing with his fingers the places that had previously been covered.

“Just as long as your body stays on mine.” Amy sighs dreamily and leans against him, eyes closed, happy to let him fill her senses once again.

There has, historically, been precious little in Sanji’s life that could be described as soft or tender. Such is a hard-working life at sea, to say nothing of what came before his stint on the Orbit; even on such a well-appointed ship as the Thousand Sunny, piracy is piracy, and the oceans swallow the weak. So when something comes Sanji’s way that could be construed as even the vaguest promise of devotion, he has learned to seize it, to enjoy it while he can, before the Blue Mother’s waves inevitably carry it out of reach.

He does not seize Amy, for she is not a pipe dream or a fantasy: she is substantial, in multiple senses of the word, generous in the warm plushness of her body and likewise in the beauty of her soul. He paces himself, like a man who has known starvation followed by plenty; though he does have to take a steadying breath when she sets aside the bralette and turns toward him, now bare-chested. One hand goes to her heartbeat, one to her shoulder, trailing downward and leaving a tingling heat in its wake.

“I want to figure you out, chérie, before I take you apart,” Sanji rasps in Amy’s ear as he engages his haki.

Amy has a hunch she’s in for some of the best sex of her life. Not that she has a great deal of first-hand experience for the love cook to exceed—men did not often stay in her life long enough for attraction to develop—but even if Sanji is as much of a serial womanizer as Nami and Zoro make him out to be, he has already proven attentive and empathetic enough to be above average. It’s not his skill she’s worried about—

The casual flick of a thumb across a now-stiffened nipple jolts Amy back into the moment with a squeal.

“Fuck, Sanji, that feels so good, do it again…”

He obliges, of course he does, and pleasure like an electric shock goes straight to her cunt, suddenly flooded with slick. She arches her back, leaning forward into his touch; and he must have heard the needy impatience in her wordless moan, because he pulls her flush with him and nibbles her ear. 

“Où d’autre, where else do you need me?” Sanji murmurs. “J’ai besoin de te plaîre…” [Where else; I need to please you]

Where doesn’t she need him? Amy wonders. “Everywhere, babe, jus’—fuck—everywhere. My neck, my hands, my tits, need you inside, everywhere.”

Sanji’s face lights up like he’s received the best news of his life, and he kisses her again. 

“As my lady commands.”

As he nibbles at her ear and her neck, Amy can’t resist rolling her hips against him, flush as she is with his hardened abdomen and his cock, and spirits it feels so good—

“Amy, my love,” Sanji pleads, “I don’t want to cum yet, let me do this for you—”

“But Sanji…”

“Amy. Don’t you want me to keep my promise to you?”

He stands and pulls her up as well, and continues: “Don’t you want to find out what my tongue can do? I should think you wouldn’t want the talent show to end so early.”

“Your fingers untying my skirt are giving me a mixed signal,” Amy mutters, though her fingers digging out the knots belie the annoyance in her words.

“I’m going to have you lay back for me, darling,” Sanji says as he folds the sarong, “and I want to have a cushion for your beautiful head.” He holds the garment out to her, and he’s looking at her with such tenderness that she feels something clench in her chest. “Your comfort matters to me.”

“And you feeling good matters to me.”

“Tell you what,” Sanji offers as his hands push gently on Amy’s hips, encouraging her to sit. “I get to taste every part of you, and you get to shower me in praise and ‘good boys’ to your heart’s content. How does that sound?”

“And then I get to play with your cock?” she asks, pouting slightly but positioning herself on the towel nevertheless.

Sanji makes a choked gasp. “Merde, yes, then you can play with my cock.”

“Sounds good to me.” Amy leans back and watches as he hems her in, elbows on either side of her shoulders, powerful legs astride her own.

Sanji takes a deep breath and considers what he learns from his haki. Amy shudders almost imperceptibly with each heaving breath; her eyes, wide and dark, dart between his eyes, his lips, his chest, and occasionally his groin. Her back is arched just enough to not have the steps’ wooden lip pressing into her, or perhaps she means to draw his attention back to her sizeable breasts; and her knees are turned outward, as though readying her legs to cage his lower torso close to her own. She smells of jasmine, sweat, and the spiced tang of arousal, so much arousal. 

He can’t wait to taste her. With no dissonance of thought or feeling in her aura to give him pause, the tasting begins.

He starts, quite naturally, with her mouth: lips that capture his sight whenever she has occasion to wear lipstick, staining his fantasies a pomegranate red; gasps and moans that spill from her like an overturned glass of sparkling wine; the lingering taste of sweet words and peppery olive oil on a tongue seeking out its counterpart to pull him closer. When the cruel need for oxygen forces them to pull apart, Sanji and his own clever tongue find the sensitive spot just behind Amy’s ear that he knows will make her nerves sing—

“SANJI, oh gods!” she cries, sure enough—

“Amy, chérie, would you be very offended if I were to leave a souvenir on your skin?” Sanji asks in a husky voice while he has her ear. “A mark of my passion, so to speak?”

Amy does not answer right away and her frenzied groping stills, but her embrace remains steady, which soothes his unease. She’s considering it, Sanji reminds himself.

Finally, she caresses his cheek, and he takes the chance to kiss her inner wrist. “Put them in places that can be covered with ease,” she replies decisively. “Whatever…this is”—for the first time since he found her in the crow’s nest Sanji hears a note of apprehension in her voice—“it’s our treasure, and I’d like to enjoy it that way for a bit before making it known to anyone else.

“We may be Straw Hats, but we are still pirates,” Amy continues with a smile returning to her face. “I think we’re allowed to be a little cagey about our hidden treasure.”

Whatever this is. Our hidden treasure. Sanji feels something shift in him at Amy’s words—not a jarring shift like a fall or a sudden change of perspective, but a shift like the changing of plans or steering a vessel in a new direction. A shift like soil making way for growing roots.

In the meantime, Sanji’s cock is twitching at the prospect of marking this woman as his, and again with the thrill of keeping a secret. “Such an angel,” he groans into her neck, “such a privilege just to touch you.”

Such a dangerous business, this whole falling-in-love thing, Amy thinks to herself. No, she’s not in love, not with one of the most notorious flirts on the Grand Line, even if he does look like he belongs on a magazine cover instead of a pirate vessel. Even if she isn’t merely imagining the heartbroken look on his face at the words ‘whatever this is’. Even if he is the most caring lover she’s ever had—because that’s just the thing: he does love generously, he loves in defiance of the sire he left behind, he loves and he loves and it would be selfish of her to want some part of it to be hers alone, wouldn’t it? No, she’s not in love with Sanji, but the cliff’s edge is right there, and the call of the void is strong.

“Chérie, have I lost you again? Is everything alright?”

Sanji’s handsome, smiling face is hovering above her chest again. Amy runs her fingers through his hair—he closes his eyes and hums at the sensation—and tucks it behind his ear.

“I was just…distracted by your beauty.” She smiles and winks.

“Using my own lines on me, are you?” Sanji growls in mock annoyance.

“What?! I’m just learning from the best.”

“Flatterer.”

“Clearly flattery works, or else you wouldn’t be straddling a mostly-naked woman right now.” Amy begins to drag one foot along Sanji’s leg for emphasis.

In lieu of an answer, he shudders and trails a finger along the side of one breast, which he lifts toward his mouth. While Amy lets her head fall back against the improvised cushion, he mouths at one pebbled areola with relish and strokes the other with a firm thumb, basking in her babbled praises over the next several minutes.

“That feels so, so good, darling, so good…

“Gods, your tongue is incredible—yes, just like that!”

“Oh, fuck—could let you do just this to me for hours…”

…and Sanji thinks, feeling the way she bucks and tenses under his caresses, he’d be willing to do it, too, his own erection be damned, if he didn’t think muscle cramps on his part would put a damper on her pleasure. If nothing else happens between him and Amy, he could at least go for months touching himself just to this memory.

Mercifully, the sound of a soft chuckle interrupts Sanji’s anxious thoughts before they have a chance to spiral. He leaves off the sucking motion of his tongue and looks into Amy’s half-lidded eyes. “Chérie?” he inquires tentatively.

She again combs his hair back with her fingers, still smiling. “It just struck me as funny, the way you looked like a boy licking his first ice cream cone of the summer.”

Sanji stares a moment before spluttering with indignation. “And what is a man supposed to look like as he is worshiping at his lady’s breasts?” 

Unfortunately, this serves only to make the lady in question laugh harder, albeit with fondness, and touch her forehead to his.

“I don’t know, I don’t know! It felt so good, but when I opened my eyes, there you were, swirling your tongue like you were afraid of letting your mint chocolate chip melt—”

“Melt?!” Sanji echoes, still playfully indignant. “Oh, I’ll make you melt—”

—to which end he pushes Amy back down and renews his ministrations with a vengeance, licking and sucking and nipping the sensitive buds, and tickling her sides. His hands slide lower and lower along her hips until he’s teasing the skin just above her panties; and when she makes no move to bat his hand away, he dips two fingers into the heat of her folds.

Amy never knew sex could be so fun.

Well, no, that’s not quite true; she’s long known, in an intellectual sort of way, that feeling safe and relaxed emotionally is conducive to both having fun and to having good sex. But the wisdom gleaned from others feels like an understatement compared to the euphoria and the anticipation suffusing her right now.

“You—” she pants, smiling, “you’re as good as your word, ah-aren’t you?”

Sanji releases a reddened nipple with a lewd smack.  “And you, love, have been melting for a while already, haven’t you?” He runs a finger along her slit, grinning wickedly at her wetness. 

“Oh fuck, Sanji, keep—keep doing that…”

“Tell me, Amy, is all of this for me?” Sanji all but purrs. Her pussy clenches at the sight of him licking her slick off of his hand and she whimpers.

A whimper is not enough for him: his fingers tease her clit, dancing around but never touching it. He flicks a nipple with his tongue. “I need words, ma chère…” he says.

Amy does not have words, though. There is nothing in Amy’s world save her body, and Sanji’s touch, and pure sensation.

“Answer me,” Sanji insists in a rumbled voice; and when he hears no answer but more wordless whimpering, he bites on Amy’s nipple and strokes her clit at the same time.

“Fuck! SANJI!” she screams, mustering the last two words in her brain as her world turns from pure sensation to white-hot ecstasy.

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[capturethechaos]

Masterlist

Request - accidently wearing a matching costume at a party | people are like “oh did you match with Josh?” and you’re like huh who is that? so you finally meet them and end up spending the night with each other “you have to because we matched” | rather a themed party Sam throws or something like that. a 90’s themed party maybe?

Words - 3.8k

Warnings - Drinking, Smoking weed, NSFW 18+ Content, Unprotected sex [Wrap it before you tap it folks!] ♡

A/n - Special thanks to Sam with the texts we shared back when I originally got this request, and all of the encouragement while I’ve been in and out of this rut I’ve been stuck in, couldn't have done this without you, and to Fallon, forever my hero for reading these fics at god awful times of the night to make sure they're good content for y'all ♡

“Hiya, Barbie.”

“Hi, Ken.”

“You want to go for a ride?”

“Absolutely not.” Your hand found the skip button before Robin had the chance to stop you.

“Oh come on!” She turned to you, offence painted across her features. “It’s fitting, you’re Barbie!”

“It’s enough that I let you dress me up this way, let’s not push it.” Your fingers played at the neon pink sarong you had tied around your waist, watching the city pass by as the two of you made your way to Sam’s house.

By the time you arrived there was already a crowd of cars parked around the house. Robin found a spot to park, and the two of you made your way to the front door, opening it and immediately being blasted with the overwhelming sound of music and yelling. You only made it a few steps into the door before people began commenting on your costume.

“Oh cute! She must be matching with Josh.” A pair of girls dressed as Cher and Dionne stepped closer to you, drinks in hand and wide smiles on each of their faces. “You’re Malibu Barbie right, you’re the other half of Josh’s costume.”

Before you even had a chance to open your mouth and reply, a loud voice rose above the crowd. “Hey, Malibu Barbie finally showed up, I fucking knew Josh was lying about it not being a couples costume.”

You turned to Robin, watching as she bit back a smile, before turning back to the two girls. “I’m sorry, who’s Josh?”

One of them giggled, taking a sip of her drink before motioning to Robin. “Why don’t you ask your friend, she’s the one dating his brother.”

You turned slowly, eyes already sharp as you looked at your best friend. “Robin…”

“Okay, in my defence, I wasn’t sure Sam would be able to convince him.”

A pair of hands landed on your shoulder before you could speak, and as you turned, you caught the shimmer of armor as Sam came into view. “Hiya, ladies. Have you two gotten drinks yet?”

Robin beamed at her boyfriend, shuffling past you to wrap her arms around him. You could hear the murmuring of the two of them speaking to each other in hushed tones, drowned out by the music and chatter surrounding the three of you. Their little private conversation seemed to end when Sam looked up at you with a toothy grin. “So, Y/n, I hear our little surprise may have been a bit spoiled. Why don’t we go get a drink, then we can introduce you to Josh, aka the Ken to your Barbie.”

You followed closely behind Robin and Sam as the three of you made your way into the kitchen, and watched as Sam scoured his fridge for a moment before pulling out a few drinks and handing them to you and Robin. On the journey to find Josh, the three of you picked up Danny, who was in the middle of a game of darts, but he quickly abandoned it when he realized what was going on.

The four of you made your way through the house, and just before you walked through the door to the backyard Danny and Sam stepped in front of you. “Hey Ken, we found your Barbie.”

The two men stepped out of your way, revealing a gorgeous man standing maybe twenty feet from you in a pair of shorts that matched your outfit, and a bright pink button up shirt that was completely undone, revealing his glowing, tanned skin. He quickly broke into a wide grin, and you could see his eyes light up a bit behind the pink tinted sunglasses he had resting on the bridge of his nose. 

You watched as he politely excused himself from the conversation he was having before making his way over to the group. “So you did in fact lie to me, Sam.”

He turned from his brother, the sharp look he had given him softening as he took in your appearance. “It seems as though we have been made to match this evening. I’m Josh, Sam’s oldest brother.”

“Y/n. I’m Robin's best friend.”

Something flickered in his expression, and his gaze briefly shifted to Robin before turning back to you. “So you’re the best friend we’ve heard so much about.”

The warmth of a blush crept its way up your body, painting the skin of your chest and cheeks only a few shades lighter than the pink both you and Josh were wearing. His lips turned up slightly at the sight, and your eyes fell, searching for solace anywhere else. 

“Hey fuckers, you guys gonna come play beer pong or what? We all want to see Romeo and Juliet battle against Malibu Barbie and Ken.”

Every eye in the group turned to search for the voice that had called to you, and you quickly found another man that looked eerily similar to Sam and Josh. Danny, Sam and Robin all quickly made their way to the crowd of people playing pong, but Josh held back when he realized that you weren’t following. You looked at him with a raised brow, your eyes flickering between him and the man that had called all of you, and he noticed you doing the math in your head. “My twin brother, Jake.”

“Jesus, how many of you are there?”

He chuckled at the question, and gently bumped his shoulder against your own. “Don’t worry, no more surprise Kiszkas will pop out of the woodworks, our sister is back home in Michigan.”

“A sister, huh? My deepest sympathies, must have been one hell of a childhood growing up with three brothers.” The giggle that escaped him at your comment brought a smile to your face.

He nodded toward the table, offering his hand to you as he stepped forward. “Shall we? Before the mob drags us over.”

You nodded, placing your hand in his and following him through the small crowd of people that had gathered to watch the next game. The two of you stood opposite to Sam and Robin, setting up the cups and getting ready to play. Josh watched for a moment as you fiddled with the ball in your hand, and leaned forward, whispering in your ear as you lined up your shot. “Might as well ask, are you any good at pong?”

You giggled, turning slightly until you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. “Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I suck at pong.”

Your statement was quickly followed by a bullet-like shot into the front cup in their formation, and you got to watch with a satisfied smirk as Sam choked on his drink. Robin laughed, gently patting Sam on the back as he sputtered up the liquid he had inhaled, and you once again felt Josh’s breath tickle your ear. “What happened to ‘I suck at pong’?”

You hummed, taking a step back so that he could line up his own shot. “Didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

His lips curled into a smirk as he concentrated on getting his shot just right, and your jaw slacked as you watched him sink his ball in the same cut that you had hit. Josh turned to you for a moment, basking in your reaction for a moment before turning back to Sam and Robin. “I believe that means we get three cups, and balls back.”

The two of you made quick work of Robin and Sam, and went on to play two more rounds, one against Jake and his girlfriend, who you had complimented for their Woody and Bo Peep, and the other against Danny, who was dressed like a member of Baywatch, and a girl on his arm that you had yet to properly meet.

You just barely lost to Danny and the girl, who had complimented your costume and disappeared very soon after the end of the game. Josh was already looking at you when you turned to look at him, a soft smile on his face as his hand found your waist. “You look like you could use a breather.”

The rapid nodding of your head was all the answer he needed to begin leading you away from the herd of partygoers that were surrounding the beer pong table. He led you into the house, around a couple corners, and briefly into the kitchen to grab a couple water bottles from the fridge before leading you upstairs and into an empty bedroom. You followed as he walked out onto a small balcony, overlooking the party, but far enough above it all to muffle most of the noise. 

Josh sat on the small couch that was pushed up against the wall, softly patting the spot next to him as he looked over to you. “Perks of being brothers with the owner of the house, I know the best spots to escape when I need some time away from people.”

A smile found its way onto your lips, and you shuffled over to the couch, falling back into the soft cushions and letting your eyes close as you took a deep breath.

“Do you smoke?”

You peeled your eyes open, tilting your head to look in his direction. “Depends on what it is you’re smoking.”

You watched as Josh pulled a joint and lighter from his pocket, holding them up as if to present them to you. The smile on your face widened, and you slowly nodded your head. “I can get with that.”

He offered a toothy grin in response, quickly placing the joint between his plump lips and rolling his thumb over the lighter. You let your gaze linger for a moment as he breathed in the first hit of the joint, the smoke slowly rolling from between his lips as he inhaled it once again through his nose. He took one more hit before handing the joint to you, watching as you eagerly took it from between his fingers, lifting it to your lips and feeling the delectable burn of the weed entering your system. 

“So.” You took another hit, savoring the smoke as it invaded your lungs, before exhaling and continuing. “Robin talk about me a lot around you guys?”

Josh chuckled, taking the joint from you and lifting it to his lips. “Every once and a while.” 

He took a drag, blowing the smoke away from you before turning to look at you. “All good things, I promise. She really loves you, you two seem like really good friends.”

You smiled, nodding and playing with the mesh of your sarong. “Yeah, she’s like a sister, we’ve known each other forever.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued to pass the joint back and forth, breaking every few minutes to make small talk, or comment on the choice of song playing over the speakers, until there was nothing left to smoke. 

Josh held the joint between his fingers, watching the paper burn. “Last hit, you want it?”

You shook your head. “It’s your weed, you get the last hit.”

He chuckled, inhaling all that was left before putting it out and leaving the butt in the ashtray. “Who says we can’t share?”

You turned to look at him, and found that his gaze was already locked on you. He held the smoke in his lungs, leaning in until there was merely an inch between your lips, waiting for you to either welcome the attempt at making a move, or for you to move away. He was pleased when you parted your lips, welcoming the smoke as he exhaled it directly into your mouth. 

The two of you lingered in that position even after all the smoke had cleared, simply glancing at each other's lips, waiting for someone to make a move. Josh was the first to move, nudging just the slightest bit closer until his nose brushed against yours. “Can I kiss you.”

It felt as though all the air had escaped from you, leaving you to sound breathless as you parted your lips to respond. “Please.”

His lips melded with your own, parted from the get go. It wasn’t often that you felt goosebumps from human touch, but the feeling of his lips on yours had the small bumps rising all over your body. You were tingling, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, he was invading your every thought with just a kiss. 

Slowly, and with care to not smack your knee against the armrest, you swung your leg over his lap, straddling his hips as his hands lifted to cradle your head, deepening the kiss. Your hands quickly found the soft skin of his chest, and the firm muscle beneath it, feeling the way he tensed at your touch. One of his hands remained where he had lifted them, holding your face close as if you could disappear at any moment, as the other fell to your hip, dragging you further against him. 

His lips parted from yours when a small gasp slipped from you, feeling how hard he was getting in his shorts. Josh was peppering kisses along your jaw, breathing you in as you took your time rolling your hips into his. He hummed at the feeling, nipping at the skin beneath your ear as the hand he had on your hip gently pushed your hips back before pulling you back, building an unhurried rhythm. 

“Josh.”

His words were muffled against your skin, broken up between lingering kisses. “Yeah, doll?”

All movement stopped when your hand found the one he had gripping your hip, and he broke away from your neck, leaning back to look you in the eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

You giggled, leaning to press a chaste kiss to his lips, feeling him melt into you the moment your lips met his. “No, Josh, I don’t want to stop… I’m just really feeling the weed now, and I feel very um… exposed out here.”

His chest rumbled with the chuckle that tumbled from his lips, and he brushed his lips against yours. “Would you like to move this inside, doll?”

You nodded, putting the slightest bit of pressure against his lips. “Mhm.”

Josh helped you stand up, keeping his hands on you in any capacity he could as the two of you eagerly made your way back into the bedroom. His lips found the curve of your neck as you reached the edge of the bed, and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. You leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder to give his lips more space to cover as his hands found the knot in your sarong. He quickly untied the fabric, tossing it to the side before letting his fingers dance up the patterned fabric of your bodysuit.

He chuckled at the groan of disapproval that slipped from between your lips as his mouth left your skin. “Feeling a little needy, baby?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch as his fingers found the straps of the bodysuit. “Can you blame me?”

His lips found your skin once again as he slid the straps down your shoulders, teasing you with the softness of his mouth against the newly bare skin. “Not at all, I feel the same.”

He peeled the fabric from your skin, keeping his lips against your skin as your bodysuit hit the floor, leaving you bare. With one final, lingering hiss to your shoulder, his hand gently tapped your hip. “Lay down, doll.”

You followed his instruction crawling onto the soft comforter and turning to watch as Josh let the button up slide off of his shoulders, joining your clothing on the floor. His eyes drank you in, laid out for him on the guest bed in his brother's house, as the party raged on just outside the door. A wicked grin played on his lips as he tugged on the drawstring of his shorts, peeling them from his hips and watching as your eyes followed the movement of them falling to the floor, before tracing over every inch of his body until they were locked with his own gaze. 

“You know… I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Ken doll with a dick before.” You bit back a smile at your own comment, watching as his eyes rolled, but his grin widened to a toothy smile. 

“What can I say?” He lifted himself onto the mattress, climbing over you until his face was inches away from your own. “I’m a special model.”

His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, and you could feel the electricity of his touch on your skin as his fingers traced their way along your body until they were parting the lips of your pussy, gathering the arousal that had been accumulating since you agreed to step away with him. He hummed against your lips. “This all for me, doll?”

You nodded, your forehead pressed against his as you chased the feeling of his fingers, bucking your hips against his hand. He clicked his tongue at you, sitting up and removing his fingers from your skin, earning a whine of disapproval from you. “I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, baby. Tell me all about who’s making you this wet.”

You reached for him, wrapping your fingers around the hand he hadn’t been teasing you with, attempting to pull him back to you. “You are, Josh. Only you.”

“That’s right, beautiful.” His hand found his cock, throbbing against his stomach, having thus far been pretty much ignored. His fingers wrapped around it, spreading your arousal over the tip of his cock as he slowly pumped his fist along the length of it. “All for me… is this what you want, doll? You want my cock?”

You were writhing beneath him, desperate for any sort of friction as he kept you from squeezing your thighs together. “I want it so bad, Josh.”

“Where do you want it, hm?” He slowly dragged the tip through your slit, soaking it in your arousal as he watched your resolve crumble further. “You want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

“Fuck, Josh. Please, baby… no more teasing, need you so bad.” Your voice was dripping in desperation, and he was eating it up.

He leaned back down, ghosting his lips over your own as he leisurely lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance. “No more teasing, doll. Promise.”

He captured your lips in a passionate kiss as he slowly pushed himself into you. The moans that escaped the two of you flowed directly into each other's mouths, swallowed into the breathless kiss that you wouldn’t dare part from. Only once he was completely buried inside of you did the two of you part for breath, desperately panting for air as his hips stilled. “Fuck, Y/n, you’re fucking phenominal.”

Josh’s lips pressed a chaste kiss to your own as he slowly drew his hips back, sliding out of your pussy until only the tip of his cock remained nestled within you. “Like you were made for me.”

He eagerly breathed in each moan that came from your lips as he built up a steady rhythm with his hips, feeling the squeeze of your hand around his own as the pleasure took over your body. 

Time was lost to you, all you knew was the feeling of his cock inside of you, and his lips against your skin. The coil of pleasure within you was growing closer and closer to snapping with each rock of his hips, and he could feel the exquisite squeeze of your cunt around his dick. “You getting close, doll? You’re squeezing me so tight, not gonna last much longer.”

You fought to put words together, gripping him tighter as your lips parted. “So fucking close, Josh. Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop, baby.” He kept the same rhythm in his hips, sneaking his hand between your bodies to roll his thumb over your clit, watching as your eyes rolled back, and your mouth fell open in a silent moan, gasping for air as you crashed into your orgasm. 

Josh held on for as long as he could, working you through your own orgasm for as long as possible before it became too much for him, and he spilled into you, collapsing on top of you as his body gave into the intense waves of pleasure you had caused. 

The two of you remained like that for an unknown amount of time, until Josh finally pulled his soft cock out of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and mumbling something about the bathroom before pulling his shorts back on and shuffling out of the room. You were alone with your thoughts for the first time in hours, wondering what the fuck just happened, and if it would happen again. 

When Josh returned, he had a warm washcloth in his hand, gently cleaning you off before helping you off of the bed and back into your bodysuit. He helped you find the bathroom, and stood outside the door as you went pee, and finished cleaning yourself up. When you opened the bathroom door, a cool breeze found you, and a shiver ran down your spine. Josh caught the movement, and quickly shed the button up, pulling it over your arms and tugging it into place, surrounding you in his warmth and intoxicating scent. “You ready to get back to the party, doll?”

You nodded your head, turning in the direction of the stairs, feeling his hand brush against your own as the two of you began to walk. His arm slowly found its way around you as the two of you reentered the crowd of people dancing, and you quickly recognized the song playing through the speakers.

“If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends, make it last forever friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give, taking is too easy, but that's the way it is.”

You could feel eyes on you the moment your feet hit the last step of the staircase, and when you looked out at the crowd, you quickly found the knowing gaze of your best friend, tucked against Sam as the two of them had a lively conversation with Danny and Jake. 

“So… can I take you out sometime? I’d love to see you again.”

Your eyes broke away from Robin, turning quickly to Josh as he stared back at you. “Yeah… yeah I’d really like that.”

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[hernakedmuse]

Liz and Billy

II. Should I Stay or Should I Go

Warnings: Allusions and tales of infidelity. Mentions of alcohol abuse.

Disclaimer: it will get more exciting after this chapter.

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♡♡Colson POV♡♡

Six days and twelve hours.

I didn't text her, but I was keeping up with every single Instagram post and every single snap story.

And we haven't spoken since the day she came over to fix my life and left it as soon as. Well that's not true, she texted me a verse from Goodnight Moon on the night of.

Goodnight stars

Goodnight air

Goodnight noises everywhere 🌟 🌃 

I've been reading that text for six days, once every hour.

She's strange, she never puts on a show but the way she talks you think she does. Always speaking with that Mid-Atlantic accent and in quotes, Megan says she has always been like that.

It's like she walked right off an old movie and into the 21st century, so fucking beautiful. About 5'3 of pure tease. Dewy and rosy, olive skin, a perfect China bob that frames her perfectly round, moon face. Full, wide lips below a cute pug nose that I might have fantasized biting. And those fucking eyes, those eyes are just as famous as her hair and her ass, her thick, juicy, Bonita applebaum ass. When I first saw Minka Farrah on TV, it was a really good horror film, Possession, she starred in it and she was mostly naked. They never showed between her legs and now after what Megan told me, I know why. But the world saw plenty else, her perfect dump truck ass, all hers and you can tell the difference between silicone and real. 

So thick with wide hips and shapely thighs, she's soft and curvy with an hourglass dip in her waist and a soft stomach, and perky soft looking very small tits. Probably double As, when she pushes them together with her arms they knock down a letter, and the nipples are huge, puffy, and so pink they were almost cherry-tipped. I've written a lot of songs I didn't dare release about them. Her iconic ass drew me in like her iconic eyes, a perfect shade of violet, a mixture of indigo-purplish almost blue hues. They always look like they're flirting, with very thick, long black eyelashes and a hooded appearance.

Have I always lusted after Minka? Yes. Do I have a crush on her ever since she fed me and listened to me? No, she's just a friend I happen to find hot. I think Dom's hot and we only fucked around like once.

They always say sex dreams almost never have anything to do with sex, there has to be a psychological meaning behind me dreaming about stuffing her hole with my cock, watching her ass red from hand bouncing all juicy on my thighs as she looks over her shoulders at me with her violet-blue eyes.

"Yeah, it means you wanna psychologically fuck her rectum up." That's what Pete said to me when I told him.

I missed her though.

I missed how she heard that I was toxic to Megan and yet she still wanted to make sure I was okay, I missed how the short amount of time she was in my house made it feel like a real home and not a party pad. I missed that she made me breakfast and talked to me. She's so easy to talk to, and doesn't want anything from me. 

I found out where she was, I had to see her. She was filming a movie down at the studio. When I pulled up she was walking out looking fucking unreal, in a pink skirt with green stems and flowers that looked like a sarong, easily I could make out the shape of her thick thighs, her little cherries were hidden beneath a cropped green vest with gold animal buttons, and to complete her style were creamy caramel and white cowgirl boots. She was laughing at something a good looking, edgy, tall blonde guy was saying, and I wanted to knock his teeth out. I recognized him as Henry Creel from Stranger Things.

I rolled down the window of my F-Pace and her stunning lavender-blue eyes finally acknowledged me. She looks so happy to see me, take that Stranger dick. This girl's smile is out of this world, her plump pink lips spread to reveal her pretty and slightly crooked teeth that strangely turn me on, especially that gap between her two front teeth. Such a cutie.

"Colson!" She ran over to me and I got out of the car, she wrapped her arms around my waist and I pulled her close and kissed her head. She smells amazing, woody, earthy, and floral like a fairy.  

"Hey Mink." 

She stood on her toes with a little bounce  to reach up and ruffle my carnation pink hair. I briefly closed my eyes at the feeling of her fingers in my hair. "Needs a touch up, it's fading." She commented with a hum.

"Oh you're a hairdresser now?"  I teased.

She giggled, all teeth and crinkled eyes as her nose scrunched up like a bunny.  "Well my cousin Alicja is. She teaches me everything."

"Not your stylist?"

"I don't have one." She said simply and kissed my cheek. "Darling, are you up for introductions or shall I give my apologies to Jamie?" She gestured to the tattooed string bean, like I had room to talk.

"I just wanna hang out with you, not trying to be a dick but I mean…it's been six days."

She laughed softly and playfully pinched my cheek. "He's been counting, how cute." 

I rolled my eyes and she gave my hand a gentle squeeze with her soft one. "I'll tell him you're not feeling well, give me a second, gorgeous." With that term of endearment She ran back over to the actor.

Jamie looked disappointed, but only to see Minka go. I bit back a frown when she gave him a peck on the lips and a chest-pressed hug before running back to me.

I honestly don't know why I did it, but I wrapped my arm around her and opened the car door before practically placing her in.

"Let's go to your place and have lunch, I'll make it." She suggested. "But we should stop for candy and wine." She exclaimed. 

I laughed "Sounds chill, but maybe we should Doordash it, I'm not prepared to get ambushed."

"That's true, oh but you know what's better than Doordash? Kai-dash, I'll text Kaiden. What teeth rotting goodies do you want?"

"You have good taste, you decide."

Megan was at the spa, she usually spends a while there before going to get a botox touch up. Casie is at her mom's for a couple days, so it was going to be just the two of us.

"Kaiden will be here with our snacks in twenty minutes." She said as she followed me inside. 

"Does he want to chill with us?" I hoped that would be a big fat no, kinda just need some Minka time, she's therapeutic. 

"No, he has plans, I promised not to bother him for the rest of the day.'' She smiled. "May I take off my shoes?"

"Yeah of course, get comfortable. "

I really shouldn't have said that, especially with my kinks. Because when she sat down and removed her boots and everything, the most beautiful well pedicured pair of feet whorishly revealed themselves to me. They looked soft and smooth, painted a dusky rose color and trimmed to perfection.  I wanted to suck on each toe, I needed them rubbing all nine inches of me.

She took my staring the wrong way though and looked sheepish. "What's wrong with my feet?"

"Shit, nothing, the color is really nice." Good cover, Col.

She relaxed and gave me that pretty smile of hers. "Oh, thank you. It's teak rose by Revlon. Maybe I'll paint yours later, okay?"

She's so sweet, and has no idea that I'm imagining ungodly situations with those model pair of feet.

"I'll get started on making lunch." 

I got up to follow her. "Need any help?"

"No thank you, you can relax, let me take care of you."

"I'll just chill in there with you." So I've been in a clingy mood lately.

She didn't seem to mind though. "Sounds perfect, you can choose the music. "

I told Alexa to play the Appetite for Destruction album and Minka lit up like a Christmas tree. "This is one of my favorite albums!"

I felt myself grinning. "Yeah? That's fire, I love that 80s rock."

"Me too, Duff McKagan is one of the best bassists of all time, definitely giving props to his punk roots." Could she be any more perfect? When girls talk music, it's so hot.

 "You a punk fan?"

She nodded enthusiastically.  "The Clash and Theatre of Hate are my favorite bands."

"The Clash is fire, Theatre of Hate I never heard of."

"I need to show you them, they're from England early 80s. Lead singer was romantically involved with Boy George, basically all of Culture Club's music is about Kirk Brandon, the lead singer of Theatre of Hate."

"Holy shit, you know a lot. Why didn't you go into music?'

"I'm a homebody, I don't know if I could tour."

I nodded. "Makes sense, I'm a homebody myself and it can get a lot."

"Whenever you're feeling overwhelmed on tour, call me up Colson, I mean it." She said it with such tenderness, I felt that shit in my throat. 

'`You didn't mention you aren't musically talented, are you?' I decided it was safe to change the subject.

As she was cooking she briefly looked at me with a secret smile. "I'll never tell."

"You and your secrets. "

"They're all I have to myself. And clearly that's not even true anymore." She was referring to the recent apparent scandal.  It was fucked up to call it that. Makes me mad all of the ignorant assholes on social media, it got so bad she had to take down her socials.

I felt an overwhelming urge of protectiveness over the sweet little actress, and went over pulling her in a bear hug. She hugged my arm and kissed it. Her smell and how she feels in her arms was too good, too comfortable, I didn't want to let her go, didn't want her to leave, just wanted to shield her from the world.. 

We stayed like that for a while, and she went back to making lunch. I checked my phone when the doorbell rang, and saw Kaiden. So I got the snacks from him before he ran off to a hookup judging by that smile.

Looking in the bag I saw cherry peel able twizzlers, a box of See's Candies chocolates, Milano's, Godiva chocolate covered strawberries, Haribo rainbow worms and happy cherries, Albanese gummy bears, sour patch kids, Ferrero rocher bars, some Häagen-Dazs, 

"Lunch is ready."

"Smells so good, what did you make?"

"Bang bang tacos and shrimp quesadillas."

"Tryna fatten me up? I know I'm skin bones." I laughed. "I'm shocked you're not married by now."

"28 is much too young to get married! And as much as I admire Elizabeth Taylor, I don't want seven names, I want my forever."

For some reason, my imagination went wild, thinking of this as an everyday occurrence.  My arm around her curvy little build, as she's cooking over the stove, laughing at something I said. 

It's not cool, I'm engaged to Megan. Even if I'm starting to feel like somebody else gets me.

"But you've been asked."

She looked up at me with her lavender-blue gaze as she put my plate together. "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

She took out sparkling lime waters from the fridge and sliced up some lime to put it in. 

"Who was it?" I didn't mean to ask s aggressively, but I had to know who had tried their hand at claiming her and failed.

"Which time?''

Why am I not surprised? "Go in order." I put everything on a tray and I took it to carry to the living room. 

"At sixteen–".

"Sixteen!?"

She laughed at my frown. "Sixteen, I wasn't even seeing anyone, I was a shy little virgin who was newly starting acknowledging myself as Minka. My best friend at the time, her dad, offered to leave his wife for me, marry me, and pay for my surgery."

I was really pissed off that some grown ass man tried to take advantage of a kid like that. Especially Minka.

I sat down and she joined me. "What a creep, I'm sorry you had to go through that."

She shrugged. "It doesn't phase me, I just honestly thought about how depressed I'd be if I left my family. I never considered it. Then at eighteen it was my boyfriend, Taylor. He was a trans man, related to some beatniks who did really well for themselves, he himself was a punk which was funny considering he grew up with three houses. He owned five motorcycles and four sportscars. He was forty two."

I got my stash out and started rolling.

"I cannot imagine you with some wannabe bad boy. " I laughed. "You always with an old man?"

"You're quite right, I much prefer the real ones. But yes I love older men, they're obsessive and that suits me. But I said no to Taylor, but not at first." She grinned like the cat that got the cream.

"Wait, you were engaged!?"

She laughed and took a bite out of a taco the same time I did. Damn if I could choose what to eat everyday. 

"For seven days, in London. He had a flat there in SoHo. Seven wonderful days, he proposed to me with Elizabeth Taylor's ring from Richard Burton that he bought off of Kathy Ireland."

"You and your old people."

She playfully slapped my arm. "Hush, I'm storytelling!" He giggled. "I can stop anytime."

"No" I touched her knee. "Don't. So, he proposed with your idol's ring…

She nodded.  "Seven days we were engaged."

"What happened to Prince charming?"

"I missed my family, I cried calling my mother. I was sobbing in Polish on the phone, you'd think I was kidnapped. Poor Taylor… I have such an attachment to my family. Even now, i bought Jerzy, my brother , a house two doors down from mine and Petra lives there with him, my sister."

"Was Taylor your last proposal?"

She laughed. "Absolutely not, the year before I became big I met Jamie when we were visiting my mother's sister, Aunt Ewa, in London. It was 2014. We stayed in the summer. I met Jamie at a show. His band didn't know it, his band is a side but they're so good. He saw me in the first row and took me backstage. We spent every day together, mamusia loved him." She looked a little conflicted at the moment. "The youngest man I've been with and he's seven years older. Well, it was my happiest relationship. We had so much in common, and I could handle his alcohol problems. " I took a drag of my joint feeling of jealousy and anger course through me. "Even when it got bad, even when he hid me from everyone. Only my siblings knew we were together. My parents thought we were just best friends, and he got me a role in a movie…he wanted me to be a star." I offered her a smoke but she shook her head and continued. "When the summer was ending he didn't want to lose me. He proposed to me in secret, even though he was already engaged to Lily Collins. I knew that but I was too caught up to care, I get so romantic sometimes. He proposed to me with an amethyst and diamond engagement ring, for my eyes and my birthstone. I wore it on a necklace and hid it. He got me a spot in the West End theater and told my parents, so I could stay with him." She smiled but it didn't meet her beautiful eyes. "And it worked, and  he put me up in a SoHo townhouse he bought for me for us, away from Lily and his family. I was trained in the west end and quickly got put in films. He was my manager…my best friend, and my fiancé. It was…well it became a little much and after two years I permanently moved back to America.  But he didn't allow anyone to try and seduce me or woo me. We were still engaged. Up until three years ago." She got up and headed to the kitchen, I followed as I felt so much rage. 

She found a bottle of wine and poured a glass. 

"Hold the fuck up, is that the same Stranger Things dick I saw you with today?!"

She took a big gulp and nodded "We're friends now, we've been good for a year, we're good now. I just…going through the memories again–"

"Minka, what the fuck– I don't want you to–"

"You have no right, don't start talking mad now darling. " She set the glass down and walked her hip swaying walk into the living room. 

"Mink, fuck. I don't give a fuck what you say– fuck, he still wants you! This sounds toxic–

"Colson, darling. Let's not get hysterical." She climbed into my lap and cupped my face, I couldn't breathe. My nostrils flared like a bull from rage and sexual frustration, and all I can smell is her. I think about Jamie acting like it's all fine but it isn't and I want to beat his face in. He thinks he still has her. The thought of him touching her having her…I want to kill him, why am I feeling like this?

I pulled her close, gripping her hips so tight. I noticed her pretty face wince, her skirt was bunched up around her shapely thighs. I pressed my forehead against hers. 

"Take a deep breath now love, in…" I inhaled like she said. "And exhale…" I let go and closed my eyes, she guided my head to her chest and she stroked my hair, it felt so nice. 

"Now button, it's dirt under a rug isn't it? Nothing to upset your stomach over, hmm? Now Jamie knows we are just friends. I have made it clear, we have been through too much to never say anything to one another again." She kissed my head and I hugged her closer. "Let's watch your favorites, okay monkey?"

I laughed gently. "I'm not a baby you know."

"Of course you are! You're my baby." She was teasing but I didn't want her to. The thought was nice. 

[k1ttykatsu]

big ole freak by megan thee stallion 😊

BIG OLE’ FREAK!- megan thee stallion

pairings:collage!bkg x blkfem!reader

summary: usually I like to fuck But tonight we gon' make love 'cause you bae

warnings: car sex,exhibitionism?, mutual pinning, spit, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, penetration, having sex while high, and soft katsuuu

word count: 3.7k

“what time did you say?” you hear mina’s voice ring out throughout the speaker of your phone. “he told me 9pm” you finish your highlighter and look at the time. 8:45pm.

“okay i’m down the block” you hang up on your friend and collect your stuff so you could go to denki’s pool party. you were wrapped in a short floral sarong that covered your bottom half of your sage green bikini.

you slip on your white flip flops and slip your white dior glasses on your head and grab your keys and walk out the house.

once you make it to mina’s car the loud trap music playing hits your ears and the instant smell of mary jane hits your nose before you even open the door. sero’s gotta be in here.

you open the passenger door and get in the car as quick as possible. you turn to look at mina in the driver seat and the denki and sero in the back. “you look so good” you hear mina squeal before you could greet anyone in the car.

“second it” denkis voice is heard before he takes a drag of the blunt. “thanks, y’all look good too” mina starts the car and begins to drive while sero and denki pass the blunt back and forth.

“i heard bakugo and kiri were coming” sero whispers in your ear making you laugh. “why would i care, we’re all friends” you shrug your shoulders trying to mask your lie and be convincing.

you and bakugo have been friends with benefits since you graduated u.a. that was two years ago, the two of you always sneak off with each other when everyone gets pissy drunk or just really high so nobody realizes. but sero caught you guys sneaking out on multiple occasions. “yea okay” he passes you the blunt.

the smell of booze and weed hits your nose all at once. you feel yourself getting a contact high as you walk in. the familiar blaring music has you singing along as you walk through the house.

“kiri!” you hear mina shout once she spots her fiery red boyfriend. she drags your hand as she glides through the sweaty hot crowd. once the two of you make it to him you notice bakugo standing beside him.

“mina” he gives his girlfriend a quick peck in her lips before looking down at you. “y/n you look good” he engulfs your body in a bear hug, slightly suffocating you. once he lets you go you look at bakugo and toss him a small shy smile. “hey bakugo” you look up to him and before you can say anything else you feel his body against yours.

the hug was anything but short lived. the smell of his cologne makes you breathe in his scent a little harder than usual. his shirtless body against your barely clothed one gives you flashbacks from your most intimate moments.

“hey y/n” he pulls back and you see the faint blush on his face. you feel mina and kirishima’s eyes on the two of you making you cower slightly. “m’ gonna get a drink” you turn on your heels and walk the opposite way from the three of them.

as you're getting your drink from the fridge you feel a presence walk up to the side of you making your head turn quickly. your eyes land on camie making you mentally groan.

camie was the biggest attention whore in america, and worst of all she wanted your man bakugo. ever since y’all met her during your first year she never let up on her fake relationship with katsuki.

“hey y/n” he false sweet tone not fooling you. “camie” you didn’t want to talk to this brown haired bimbo, you’d rather spend your time watching paint dry. “i saw you and katsuki looking pretty smitten over there”

you lightly chuckle at the girl's words. of course she saw you and katsuki hugging. “uh yea, just hugging” you wanted to walk off but you did t want to be rude. she grabs your hand gently, turning you to face her. “i don’t know what game you're playing but katsuki’s mine, if i see you near him I'll deal with you myself ” her tone is aggressive and threatening, making you feel angry as hell.

“he’s fucking with you? i doubt it” your tone was condescending as you mocked her delusional statement. in everyone 's eyes, Katsuki was single, but the two of you know he was yours.

“don’t make me have to tell you again” how dare she threaten you again. anger boiling in your blood now as you lift up your very strong cup of tequila and throw it in the girl's face.

the strong sticky liquid drips all the way down onto her very small blue bikini, the girl lets out a screech that definitely can’t be heard over the loud music and talking. but in 2.5 seconds bakugo makes his way over to you making sure you were alright.

he was watching you.

“what the fuck happened here?” he looks at camie and then you. the red empty solo cup still in your hand as you smirk at the girl. “nothing” you try to walk off but bakugo hands catch yours making butterfly’s swarm your stomach.

“your lying” you turn your head back towards the crowd making bakugo move his feet behind yours. you were silently leading him to a small corner of the house. the privacy was zero to none but at least you two could hear each other a bit.

“get your groupies katsuki, i don’t have time for the bullshit” your voice was serious as you talked to the man. your arms folded over your chest, pushing your tits up slightly. the small pout on your lips makes him slightly laugh.

“i’m not laughing, if i get pressed by her one more time i’m cutting her so deep she won’t even remember her name” you threatening to the man. he nods his head before his hands find their way to your waist. “she doesn’t understand that we will never be a thing.”

his thumbs rubbing the skin that was left exposed by your bikini. you look up to him and smile brightly at the domestic moment between the two of you. “you look really good tonight” his words make your face heat up as you fidget with your fingers. “thank you suki”

you see katsuki smile before reaching for your phone that was in your bikini top. he simply sticks it in his trunk pocket and before you know it you're being lifted off the ground in an unladylike manner. your face to his ass with yours to his.

him slinging you over his shoulder caught you by surprise making you squeal as he walked towards the backyard. you know many people are watching so you stop the noises from your mouth and before you know it he fixes you so he’s holding you bridal style facing the huge pool.

“kats pleaseeee no i don-” you feel your body fall underneath the surface of the water. you quickly swim to the surface and wipe your eyes before finding katsuki. “you little bitch” you laugh as you struggle to stay afloat in the deep water. padding your way to the edge so he could help you out.

he extends his hand which you happily take. he pulls your wet body up from the freezing water. the cool night air hitting your body makes you shiver. “i have no towel suki” the big doe eyes you give him makes him wanna put a ring on it.

“yea i know dumbass, going to a pool party with now towel is stupid ya '’ know” you roll your eyes at his slick tongue. you see him tread over to kirishima before picking up an orange towel which you assume is his.

he makes way over to your trembling body. but before he puts the towel on you, you grab his hand and lead him to the other side of the backyard. his eyes fall on the empty jacuzzi that you were gunning for.

“you just wanted me alone” his voice breaks the silence between you two. you scoff before stopping once you make it to the hot tub. the bubbling water and steam catching your eye makes you feel instantly relaxed.

you drop the towel on the nearby bench before making your way back over to the tub. bakugo watches the way you watch the water like a kid in the candy store. you dip your toe in making sure it wasn’t too hot for you’d body.

once you felt it and it was Sustainable  your body was engulfed by the steamy water in no time. you look back at bakugo and see him still standing there. “the waters nice if you want to get in”. your voice was in that singy-tone that you loved to tease him in.

he walks up to the tub and gets in whole body. you turn your head to look next to you and smile. “hi katsuki” you whisper as you feel the water begin to bubble harder. “hi y/n” you feel his hand reach out for yours and you look him in his eye.

“what’s wrong katsuki, you’ve been more affectionate recently” you see his head slightly hang lower and his eyes soften. “my bad” was all he said but before he talks further you shake your head. “no, it’s not a problem, just curious since you were the one who wanted to keep this a secret” you motion between the two of you.

“what do you think about me, honestly?” katsuki never cares what anyone thinks of him, so for him to ask you caught you off guard. he can tell you are perplexed by the question. “act like i’m one of your friends, tell me” you play with your fingers as you feel the heat from the question tub begin to rise.

“Well, nobody knows… i fuck with him on the low” you mutter into the steamy air. “is that enough?” your eyes widen and you feel the air getting knocked out of your chest.

“kats..” he drags you into his lap, resting his hands on your backside. “cause i do, i don’t want to be a secret, i was stupid enough to think i did” you feel your bottom begin to wobble. “i love you y/n, i-i don’t know if you feel the same way but i needed to let you know”

your lips smash against his as soon as he’s done speaking. your eyes flutter shut as he grips your hip taking the kiss deeper than it ever was. the mutual panting can be heard between the two of y’all.

your hands find their way to his hair and you begin to grip his scalp, pulling his head back so you can make the kiss deeper. “i love you kats” you mutter against his soft lips.

you feel his hips rut up into your making a moan slip out of your lips. you feel katsuki grip your hips tighter silently letting you know he needs you. the two of you separate soon after and you make your way out of the jacuzzi with katsuki following right behind you.

his hands gripping your hips as he guides you out of the backyard and into the house. his large figure practically dwarfing your body. all eyes land on the two of you as y’all make it through the screen door.

water dripping from your body as you walk over to sero and denki. “look what the cat dragged in, fucking finally” sero let’s out a sigh as he blows smoke in your face. denki looks around confused before he notices bakugo’s hand placing.

he’s gotta stop smoking so much weed

“shut up” you laugh as sero passes you the blunt. the long puff you take fills your mouth and lungs, you hold it in before blowing it out your nostrils and mouth. “sick” denki chuckles as he watches you.

bakugo hands grip the sides of your bikini lighty pulling it up. you swat his hand before taking another drag. “you want a hit?” you hold it before blowing smoke in katsuki’s face.

he loves seeing you like this, horny, high and looking drop dead gorgeous. he looks at the blunt before picking it up before sticking it between his pretty pink lips. blowing the smoke in your face now.

you love him like this. eyes getting lower with each puff, horny and touchy. taking the blunt from his fingers. you pass it to sero before standing on your tippy toes and whispering something in his ear.

“we’ll see y’all later” bakugo grabs your hands and basically runs to the door, before it’s shut in his face. camies blocks the exit making you roll your eyes. “excuse me, can you move?” your voice is heard.

she rolls her eyes before looking at katsuki. “where are you going with her?” you hear her attitude clearly but you just don’t care.

“move camie, we’re just trying to leave” whenever bakugo smokes he’s always calm, cool as a cucumber. “why are you with her when you can be with me?” she’s basically whining at the point and you're sick of it.

“you delusional bitch, move out the fucking way, he doesn’t want you, get it through your thick skull” at this point you were frustrated and you didn’t care if you hurt her feelings. the drink in her face should’ve been a hint but of course you were underestimated.

you see the hurt that flashes across her face but she quickly hides it. you stalk over to her and practically push her away. you hear her scoff and watch her cling onto katsuki.

you see red as you sling open the door and stomping out the door leaving katsuki because you're so heated. you hear katsuki yelling in the back before you hear him stomping behind you and calling your name.

“y/n wait up” of course you were mad, not a katsuki but at camie. she doesn’t know boundaries and if she does she can care less. “it’s not my fault” he catches up to you and drags you to his car.

the two of you quickly get it. the pout still on your face as he starts his car. before he pulls off he shoots a text to kirishima and telling him to hitch a ride with mina.

before he pulls off he looks over to you and chuckles. “it’s not my fault” you look over to him and suck your teeth. “i didn’t say it was your fault!” you exclaim while he begins to drive.

“well your acting like a little brat y/n” you sick your teeth and shake your head. why is he blaming you for your rightfully earned attitude? “okay bakugo” you look at all the trees and houses passing by to distract yourself.

“bakugo, huh” you feel him turn a sharp corner and stop the car completely making you gasp. you turn back to look at him. “what the hell?” at this point you're pissed, you look around to see where you're at and you scoff.

“why are we in a parking lot?” you try to sound calm so he’ll actually answer you. he looks at you before getting out of the car and shutting the driver's door. he walks 2 steps and opens the back door and gets in the car.

you turn back to look at him. “katsuki?” you question softly. “pass me that blunt and join me back here” he pats his lap and you instantly get the idea. you go into the glove compartment and get the blunt before climbing to the back of the car  and sitting on katsuki’s lap. he settles one of his hands on your hips and takes the blunt from your fingers with the other.

he puts the fresh blunt between his lips and motions for you to light it for him. you turn your head and get the light that was sitting in the cup holder and you bring it to the blunt between his pink lips, lighting it quickly.

he takes a pull before blowing smoke from his lips. your eyes fixated on his lips as the cloudy smoke passed them. “take your panties off” he says calmly without looking at you. “i-” your words are cut off when he looks at you. “hurry” you stand up and pull your bathing suit bottoms quickly down before sitting back down on his clothed lap.

“take yours off” you could’ve sworn you saw him roll his eyes before sitting you in the seat next to him. “don’t rush me” he says plainly but he does it anyway. he shimmy’s out of his trunks. his erect cock hitting his stomach stiffly.

“don’t feel flattered, you know weed makes me horny.” you know damn well he’s been hard since your hot tub situation, but you let him be. a cloud if smoke brings you out of your gaze. “don’t just sit there, do something” he motions to his cock before putting the blunt back in his mouth.

you hover over his hips, your hole hovering over where he needs you the most. “feening for me lately?” you watch his cock jump at the sentence making you giggle.

another puff of smoke is blown in your face making you roll your eyes. you spit in your hand before bringing it down to his cock, jerking him off slightly. you feel his hips stutter once you make contact with it.

“i’m sorry i had an attitude” you place the head of his cock to your tight hole. you circle it over and over making him look down at you with his low red eyes. “just do it” you hear him strain out. you smirk before pushing yourself down so his tip is inside you.

no matter how many times you two fuck, he always stretches you out like you were a virgin. your face scrunches up in pleasure and a bit of pain. “shit!, squeezing me so good” you hear him hiss out as you sink down to the base of his cock.

“katsuuu” you moan out while he takes a drag of the blunt. he looks you in the eyes before dragging the blunt from his lips. he places a small peck on your lips reassuring you that he’s not as mad as he seems.

after you take a minute to adjust to his cock you feel his hips begin to thrust up catching you off guard. “warn me next time pleasee” you whine breathlessly as he holds your hips with one hand. the little blunt in the other. he places a soft smack on your ass causing you to moan out.

you feel his thrust begin to get harsher by the minute, the sound of your moans and him ramming into your cunt is all that could be heard throughout the car. you feel him begin to paw at your bathing suit top, signaling he wants it off.

you attempt to pull it down with your mind being reduced to mush, you couldn’t find the strength. you hear him suck his teeth before pulling the cups to your top down. “love your tits babe” you hear him worship you from below.

“i love you katsuki” you moan out as you press little kisses on his face. you feel him squeeze your ass letting you know he loves you too. out of the corner of your eye you see him put out the blunt in the ashtray compartment and leaving it there so he can focus on you.

suddenly you feel him begin to jack hammer into you, gripping your hips with both hands as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. “love your cunt baby, so fucking good” you loudly moan into the air, feeling yourself begin to come undone.

your hands lace in his blonde locks forcing him to look up to you. his eyes low and red, cheeks pink, dewey skin and mouth his mouth being slightly open. he looks beautiful like this. all fucked out because of you.

“m’ gonna cum” your words are soured together as your eyes begin to  flutter shut until you feel a rough hand around your neck. your eyes shoot open as you look down. you see katsuki with a stern expression now, “looking at me while you cum” you obey him silently by nodding your head.

the overwhelming pleasure of being choked and fucked hits you like a mac-truck. your legs begin to shake and your breath gets caught in your throat. you look at katsuki and see him smirking evilly.

your body leans over slightly as you come undone. your eyes shut tightly to the point where you see different colors. your toes begin to curl and your hands begin to pull at katsuki’s hair.

beneath you, you feel his hips begin to stutter signaling that he’s close. you begin to feel overstimulated so you begin to pulsate and clench around him. you hear him moan out i to your ear, many expletives falling from his pink lips.

“i love you” was the last thing he moaned out before you felt hot ropes of cum fill you up. you moan from the feeling while his hips continue to jerk up into you.

once he comes down from his high he pulls you out of his neck and you see his gorgeous post-fuck face. his cheeks cutely flushed as he gives you and soft smile. you place a peck on his lips before attempting to get off his softening cock. he helps you off and sits you next to him.

you both look at your joint cum leaking out of you and the leaky substance on his lap. he scoops some from your sopping pussy before shoving it in your mouth.

“so glad you're mine” he stares as he watches you. you quirk your eyebrow and when he takes his fingers out you laugh. “you never asked me to be ur girlfriend” you laugh at his deadpan expression. he rolls his eyes before looking at you. “y/n l/n, will you be my girlfriend?” you pretend to think about making him suck his teeth before you move in and place a quick kiss to his lips. staying in that position you squeak out a small ‘yes’.

“yea that’s what i thought” he says before going back to kiss you.

[ludmilachaibemachado]

May 19, 1979 - Jerry Hall and Jim Capaldi with Pattie at the Clapton's second wedding reception party at Hurtwood Edge. Pattie looked stunning in a tight, mauve long-sleeved top and leggings, over it a printed sarong style silk skirt, clinched at the waist with a wide belt and high-heeled mules🌸🌸🌸

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[what-if-nct]

I had a dream I was on this huge class trip in Key West and there were a lot of people, Johnny, Felix and a couple of other members were there. We were on this boat that was going to another part of key west and Felix had befriended a couple of local kids. And he was sharing his food with them and listening to their stories and it was the cutest thing ever and he had his blonde mullety hair. And one of the little girls who kind of looked like me as a child was telling me all about their life at home. It was so sad. Both me and Felix were on the verge of tears and all I could do was hug her and she didn't want to let me go.

Then we got to this island there was a huge party and we changed into our swimsuits mine was so cute it was like this aqua color and I had a sarong over it and the bra made my boobs look so good. I need to find this swimsuit in real life and we were just sitting at the cabana and there was like a huge buffet and bar like off to the side. I was sitting with a friend, Johnny and Felix. Then Felix jumped up and ran off attack hugging a friend. And they ran to get something to eat. And my friend said "he's too soft. He needs to harden up a little" about Felix. And I said "I hope he stays soft forever. When you've hardened it means something bad happened to you. I don't want something bad to happen to him"

Johnny just kind of stared at me cause he noticed the change in my voice. He scooted closer to me just to where our shoulders touched. And my friend said "but life isn't as kind as he needs it to be" and I said " That's fine. He can get through it but he doesn't need to experience anything harsher. He doesn't need to know *explaining traumatic things including SA*" And This guy I knew walked by and I just averted my eyes from him and Johnny kind of put two and two together and put his arms around me. And I hugged him back and we stayed like that for awhile. Then he left to get us something to eat then he returned just with food for me but he was inconsolably angry. Like he was breathing heavily, his teeth were gritted, his face was red, his fists were clenched and he couldn't stay still in his seat. He would not tell me what happened. And I just held him, he was still tense but he laid in my chest. He was shaking and hot, I have no idea why he was so mad.

Then later we were walking on this dock and Doyoung was wearing a furry hat and snowsuit while stuck in a kayak. Then we went back inland and was at this beach and a guide and a few of the boys had walked into the water to look at sea life while me and a few girls stayed back. And I had noticed there was like a baby alligator well like a child sized alligator and I was like hey hey let's go and they all started to run making the alligator chase us. So I had stepped on it's snout and waited till the guide came back and when he did Bangchan was so impressed by how I trapped the alligator and the guide said I did a great job and took out some tape and taped the gators mouth close and removed it from under my foot. Chan asked if I was okay and I nodded yes. Then while we were going back to the bus these itty bitty baby gators started chasing Changbin and Chan. And I was yelling just kick them or step on them. But they were just yelling and screaming.

[jxrm]

book log - 2017

tampa by alissa nutting

turtles all the way down by john green

vegas girls by heather skyler

class mom by laurie gelman

anne of green gables by l.m. montgomery

the identicals by elin hilderbrand

quidditch through the ages by j.k. rowling

the breakdown by b.a. paris

final girls by riley sager

audition by ryu murakami

gray wolf island by tracey neithercott

the stranger beside me by ann rule

one of us is lying by karen m. mcmanus

the call by peadar o gullin

a thousand nights by e.k. johnston

the library at mount char by scott hawkins

tender morsels by margo lanagan

rings by koji suzuki

the good daughter by karin slaughter

because you love to hate me by amerie

the party by robyn harding

primates of park avenue by wednesday martin

you by caroline kepnes

someday, someday, maybe by lauren graham

the hating game by sally thorne

eleanor oliphant is completely fine by gail honeyman

shine by lauren myracle

when dimple met rishi by sandhya menon

you can have a dog when i'm dead by paul benedetti

it's always the husband by michele campbell

princeless: raven the pirate princess by jeremy whitley

princeless: free women by jeremy whitley

goodbye, vitamin by rachel khong

sabine's notebook by nick bantock

always and forever, lara jean by jenny han

talking as fast as i can by lauren graham

three wishes by liane moriarty

behind closed doors by b.a. paris

dark places by gillian flynn

behind her eyes by sarah pinborough

baby proof by emily giffin

american gods by neil gaiman

confessions of a domestic failure by bunmi laditan

wedding night by sophie kinsella

you suck by christopher moore

night film by marisha pessi

the subtle art of not giving a fuck by mark manson

let's explore diabetes with owels by david sedaris

the here and now by ann brashares

it started with goodbye by christina june

murder games by elisabeth crabtree

the enchantress returns by chris colfer

down the rabbit hole by holly madison

women who run with the wolves by clarissa pinkola estes

goons n' roses by donna joy usher

the silent wife by a.s.a. harrison

cocoa and chanel by donna joy usher

secondhand souls by christopher moore

the seven steps to closure by donna joy usher

stranger than fanfiction by chris colfer

you are here by jenny lawson

killing mr. griffin by lois duncan

a dirty job by christopher moore

joyland by stephen king

irrestible by adam alter

small great things by jodi picoult

stranger with my face by lois duncan

the vegas diaries by holly madison

the potluck club by linda evans shepard

the girl with the dragon tattoo by stieg larsson

the wishing spell by chris colfer

one less problem without you by beth harbison

saving ceecee honeycutt by beth hoffman

in the country we love by diane guerrero

the last anniversary by liane moriarty

i woke up dead at the mall by judy sheehan

remembrance by meg cabot

girl in translation by jean kwok

very good lives by j.k. rowling

milk and honey by rupi kaur

my grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by fredrik backman

the screwtape letters by c.s. lewis

reconstructing amelia by kimberly mccreight

how to fall in love by cecelia ahern

wild by cheryl strayed

NOS4A2 by joe hill

year of yes by shonda rhimes

troublemaker by leah remini

the summer we read gatsby by daniella ganek

the miraculous journey of edward tulane by kate dicamillo

sorry not sorry by naya rivera

the circle by dave eggers

the woman in cabin 10 by ruth ware

boneshaker by cherie priest

time cat by lloyd alexander

the color purple by alice walker

all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr

the princess bride by william goldman

when breath becomes air by paul kalanthi

the wangs vs. the world by jade chang

mischiling by affinity konar

sarong party girls by cheryl lu-lien tan

nine woman, one dress by jane l. rosen

the light between oceans by m.i. stedmaan

magonia by maria dahvana headley

the restaurant critic's wife by elizabeth laban

the couple next door by shari lapena

the wedding sisters by jamie brenner

how to be a bawse by lilly singh

where am i now? by mara wilson

scrappy little nobody by anna kendrick

double cup love by eddie huang

little girl gone by gerry schmitt

truly madly guilty by liane moriarty

something in between by melissa de la cruz

rich people problems by kevin kwan

modern romance by aziz ansari

yes, my accent is real by kunal nayyar

the girl on the train by paula hawkins

we should hang out sometime by josh sundquist

love ltters to teh dead by ava dellaira

what alice forgot by liane morairty

bringing it home by tilda shalof

the maintenance man by michael baisden

charlie and the great glass elevator by roald dahl

the princess diaries by meg cabot

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[westeroswisdom]

George R.R. Martin has endowed a chair at Northwestern University's Medill School of Journalism – his alma mater. He was at Northwestern in late February for the investiture of Prof. Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan as the inaugural holder of the George R.R. Martin Chair in Storytelling.

He wrote at Not a Blog...

I attended Medill back in what they now like to call “the turbulent 60s”  (and no kidding, they were pretty turbulent), and departed with a couple of degrees, BSJ ’70, MSJ ’71.  I did not get back often  in the half-century that followed, alas. Life got in the way, as it has a habit of doing. But I always looked back fondly on my years in Evanston, and the courses and teachers that helped shape me as a writer. I had been writing long before I arrived in Illinois, of course. Monster stories for other kids in the projects in grade school (got a nickle each for them, enough for a Milky Way, and if I sold two I could buy a comic book) and amateur superhero stories for comic fanzines when I got to high school (Powerman, Dr. Weird, the White Raider, and Garizan the Mechanical Warrior), but it was during my years at Northwestern that I began to submit to professional magazines. It was while I was in Evanston that I got my first professional rejection slip (from AMERICAN SCANDINAVIAN REVIEW, for “The Fortress,” a story I wrote for a history class at Northwestern) and made my first professional sale (from GALAXY, for “The Hero,” a story I wrote for a creative writing class at Northwestern). So it seemed only fitting for me to “pay forward” to Medill for all I learned there, by endowing a chair in storytelling. The investiture was my first opportunity to meet Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan, who was chosen over thirty other highly qualified applicants to be the first “GRRM Professor.”  It seemed only fitting that I give her an actual chair, as well, as the title… so I did.

If you're a student at Medill, take a peek inside Prof. Tan's office to see the miniature Iron Throne which GRRM presented her.

Cheryl has written both fiction and non-fiction. She has been a news and fashion reporter for the Wall Street Journal, InStyle, the Baltimore Sun, and other major news outlets.  Her books include the bestselling novel SARONG PARTY GIRLS, set in her native Singapore. She will teach both undergraduate and graduate students, organize panels and conferences, and conduct an intensive writing workshop every summer,  to help professional journalists cross over into creative writing.

[celticsorcerer1]

Aisling McKeen Vs The Truth

—-

(Slight spoilers for Scott Pilgrim Gets It Together (Volume 4))

“Well, well, look who it is,” Ramona Flowers smiled as Roxanne “Roxie” Richter, and Aisling McKeen walked up to the cabana she had rented for the big beach party. “Ladies.”

Aisling smiled. “Hi, Ramona. I like the new hair. White with red highlights.”

Ramona winked. “I was inspired. Nice sarong. Is it the one I left at Roxie’s?”

Roxie blushed. “It’s Ash’s now. It looks better on her anyway.”

Ramona nodded. “That, it does. Well, we’ve got drinks in the cooler and Scott and Stephen Stills are setting up the grill. Please, partake and mingle.”

Roxie gently squeezed Aisling’s hand. “Grab me a Coke Zero if they have it? I want to chat with Ramona for a minute.”

Aisling frowned, seemingly scanning Roxie’s face for a moment, but then she smiled brightly. “You got it, Roxie Rose!” She walked over to the cabana. When she was out of earshot, Ramona crossed her arms. “Spill, Roxie.”

Roxie’s eyes narrowed as she glared at her ex. “Don't bring up my… our past around Aisling, Flowers. She doesn’t need to know.”

Ramona raised an eyebrow. “Roxanne Richter, are you afraid of something?”

Roxie looked out at the sea, at the horizon. “I love Aisling. More than I’ve ever loved anyone,” she looked down at her hands. “She knows I used to be evil, but she doesn't need to know the details.”

“What, that you tried to kill Scott? Or me?” Ramona asked.

Roxie nodded. “That, and that I… stayed at your place and we made out a little… while you were dating Scott. Ash is Catholic, you know.”

“Ah, right. Cheating is pretty bad for religious types. And she’s a Cleric, so that’s even more damning,” Ramoma put a hand on Roxie’s shoulder. “But real relationships, lasting ones, are built on honesty, Rox. It may be hard to admit it, but if Aisling loves you at even a fraction of how much you love her, you’ll both get through it. But she won't hear it from me,” Ramona happened to look toward the cabana. She immediately deflated. “Shit.”

“What?” Roxie turned and froze. “Oh, shit.”

Julie Powers was talking to Aisling.

—

“I just don't get what you see in her, that’s all,” Julie scoffed. “She used to be evil, you know.”

“Used to. She’s changed.” Aisling replied, two cans of Coke Zero in her hands. She knew Julie had a reputation for getting on everyone’s nerves, but she wouldn't let that bring her down. Not today.

“People don't change, Ash. We are who we are. Not that that’s always bad. Look at you. You’re a faithful, honest chick. You deserve better than an evil ninja girl who made out with Ramona while she was dating Scott, then tried to kill them both when she realized Ramona wouldn't dump the chump.” Julie shrugged.

Aisling frowned. “Did she really?”

“Hey, ask them yourself. They're all by themselves over there.” Julie said.

—

“Oh, God…” Roxie hissed as Aisling approached. She didn't look happy.

“Well, she doesn't look like she’s going to cry or snap. Might be a good sign.” Ramona encouraged.

When Aisling walked up beside Roxie and passed her her drink, Roxie looked down nervously, then took the plunge. “Ash, baby, whatever you heard-”

Aisling held up a hand. Roxie looked away and sipped her drink. Was this it? Was her nightmare becoming reality?

Aisling turned her attention to Ramoma. Her face was neutral, her tone measured. “Tell me the truth, Ramona,” Aisling’s eyes glowed blue, her hair turning dazzling white as she activated her magical abilities. “Is what Julie said true? Did you make out with Roxie while you were dating Scott?”

Ramona sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I did. I don’t know how it happened, but it did. Do I regret it? Hell yes. Scott didn’t deserve that,” she glared at Aisling. “But who are you to judge? Magic or no, you’re just as fallible as I am.”

“I’m just getting the facts straight, Ramona. I heard it from Julie, after all. I want to get the story from you two before I do something I might regret,” Aisling turned to Roxie, who flinched. “Roxanne, did you really try to kill Scott and Ramona because she wouldn’t leave him for you?”

Roxie nodded. “I did. I was in a bad place back then. I was… a bad person back then. But… after everything, Ramona… reached out and said we could still be friends,” She looked Aisling in the eye, tears brimming in hers. “And then I met you. And I fell in love, really and truly,” she took a steadying breath. “Aisling, if you’re worried that I’ll do that to you, I will go to Cape Breton and swear in front of your parents that I will never ever cheat on you. I would sooner die.”

Ramona frowned. “Don’t be an idiot, McKeen. Rox may have made some mistakes, but they’re not worth throwing her to the curb.”

“Ash, please…” Roxie stepped closer to the Cleric. “I love you.”

For a few heartbeats, Aisling didn’t move. But finally, her hair faded to dark red and the glow in her eyes faded. She gently wiped the tears from Roxie’s eyes. “Thank you for being honest. I appreciate it.”

Raoxie rested her cheek against Aisling’s palm and closed her eyes. “Just tell me that you still want me to be your girlfriend, Ash. That’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

Aisling smiled and kissed Roxie’s forehead. “Very well. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Roxie opened her eyes and smiled. “I want you too. Only you from now until the end of time.”

As the two shared a healing kiss, Ramona smirked. “Note to self, stop inviting Julie.”

—

For the rest of the day, Roxie and Aisling enjoyed the sand, the surf, and especially each other’s company. Once Scott and Stephen Stills fired up the grill, Aisling impressed everyone by diving into the water and coming back up a few minutes later with fresh lobsters.

“Damn, Aisling! What Cleric magic is that?” Scott gasped.

Aisling giggled. “Oh, no magic, Scott. I’m just a really good swimmer. I used to spend every summer on the Mira.”

Roxie grinned wide. “My girlfriend is so… flippin’... awesome!”

“And you didn’t have to fight seven evil exes to date her!” Scott joked.

“Seven?!” Aisling gasped.

“Long story. Read the books.” Ramona smiled.

—

That evening, once the party was over and Aisling and Roxie rode the bus home, Roxie, who was exhausted from a fun day, slumped against Aisling. “Mmm… lemme sleep over… I’m too tired to drag my butt home.”

Aisling kissed the top of Roxie’s head. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Mm-mm!” Roxie sleepily grunted. “I’m not depriving you of your bed. I’ll take the couch… but you have to tuck me in…”

“Deal.” Aisling smiled.

When the two reached Aisling’s apartment, Aisling gently laid her girlfriend on the couch, removed her footwear, and wrapped her up in a warm blanket. “Sleep tight, my favorite person. I’ll see you in the morning.” she whispered.

Roxie smiled. “You’re… the best… Ash.” Soon, she was snoring.

Aisling gently brushed a strand of Roxie’s hair from her brow. “My Roxie…” she kissed Roxie’s cheek, then tiptoed into her room. No sooner had she closed the door that she felt a familiar warmth spread through her body.

Daughter, thou hast not judged the past of thy loved one. Thou hast gained +5 Mana, +10 Defense, and this covenant: As long thy loyalty remains strong, so shall thee.

Aisling smiled as she got into bed. “I will never even think of leaving Roxie behind. She means too much to me, no matter her past.”

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[ickybby]

overstimulating is putting it too lightly for anali’s liking. after having her kids, she realized she’d never been a party girl at heart. but spending time out of her house getting wrecked and up to no good sure as hell beat dealing with her folks. now that she’s older, anali can recognize that there’s no place she’d rather be than at home spending time with her twins. she'll take a coffee shop, or maybe a library with a really nice nonfiction section. though anali must acknowledge a certain level of socialization is required to prove to others she’s still alive, it probably IS good for the soul and her sanity. one of the more exclusive, wild parties of the summer seemed a good enough place to start. now though, she’s regretting the whole socialization thing ever since that last drink left her feeling even more uncomfortable in her sheer sarong wrap and ridiculously tiny bikini, leaving those full tits damn near exposed. when she’s approached by the vibrant host, she's a little too inebriated to hold her blunt thoughts hostage in her mind. “conoces a gia? has a pilates place? kinda of a cunt? she’s obsessed with making sure i’m not a recluse or whatever. i’m starting to think i can live with that. i’m not cut for this fake shit anymore.”

plot: dakota's having his annual summer pool party at his estate in malibu. your muse reluctantly shows up, and is the one person not really paying much attention to him. open to f/nb!

approaching a bored stranger in a sea of enthusiastic guests is on brand for dakota. there's a couple hundred people falling over their feet to talk to him, and yet he's drawn to someone who'd obviously rather be anywhere else. it's a complicated mix of his own egocentric need for attention and genuine curiosity. "hey there!" he greets, drink in hand as he shamelessly gives them a quick once-over. "you good? hella overstimulating, i get it." a pause as the DJ shouts out a ridiculously long list of people. annoyance flickers across his features before it’s replaced with a more relaxed expression, thanks to his years of media training. "dude, i told him to stop with the fuckin' free promo, i just ... anyway. thanks for coming. who's your plus one? doubt you chose to come here alone."