#also i wore this both nights i went out so the makeup and hair are slightly different lol

[truecorvid]

the aforementioned bat costume! btw!

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[come-away-with-me87]

Threefold Temptation

Warnings: NSFW - Smut - 18+ - MDNI

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This one here is for @vannylen2144, who requested this prompt.  I've never written smut for a threesome before; I hope I did it justice for you, my friend :)

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Pairings: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

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You just got out of a six-year relationship with your boyfriend; he cheated on you with a close girlfriend of yours.  Your "friend" felt so badly about what happened, she admitted everything to you.  You were hurt, of course, but you somewhat felt a sense of relief. Your relationship with your boyfriend had gone sour, and subconsciously, you had been looking for an out.  Cheating was an absolute no-no in any type of relationship, so you dumped him, and cut off contact with your friend.  For the first time in six years, you were single, and you were determined to have fun with it.  Which brought you the unforeseen situation you were in tonight with your friends, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada.  

You worked at U.A. High School as a teacher, and over time became close with the two of them.  One Friday, not too long after your breakup, Hizashi asked if you wanted to grab a drink with him and Shouta after work.  You readily agreed, thinking you would have a good time with friends, and that maybe you'd meet a handsome guy you could have some fun with.  Hizashi grinned at you, "cool, Y/N!  You deserve a night out after what you've been through lately."  You always thought Hizashi was sweet; he came across as a big goofball, but you knew he had a sweet side.  You became friends with him first.  Shouta was a tougher egg to crack, but eventually, you wiggled your way into his life, and he had accepted you as a friend.  

The work day came to an end on Friday, and you agreed to meet up with Hizashi and Shouta at the bar around 7:00pm.  You went home after work, and got a shower.  After your shower, you blow dried your hair into curly waves, and put on some makeup.  Since you were hoping for a nice makeout session tonight, you wore a short black clingy dress that showcased your curves nicely, and you opted for thigh-high stockings with a lace trim, and a pair of black heels.  You did a once-over in your full-length mirror, and thought you looked good. You grabbed your shimmery shawl, your purse and keys, and headed out the door to your car.

You arrived at the bar shortly after 7:00pm.  You knew it would be crowded based on the amount of cars in the parking lot, but it was even more packed inside than you anticipated.  You walked around the bar, and eventually spotted your dark and light haired friends sitting in a booth, to which Hizashi noticed you and waved you over.  You arrived at your booth and sat down, and took both of them in.  They were both out of their hero attire; Shouta was wearing his hair back in a ponytail, had a black v-neck long sleeve shirt on, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.  And Hizashi was also wearing his hair down in a low ponytail, and had a plain white tee-shirt on.  They looked good.  As if he was reading your mind, Shouta looked you up and down, saying, "you look gorgeous tonight, Y/N."

You sat down in the booth in between Shouta and Hizashi, and the three of you ordered beers along with three shots.  "Cheers to Y/N!" Hizashi exclaimed, "who is now free from that asshole!"  "CHEERS!" you excitedly exclaimed, and the three of you clinked your shot glasses together.  The conversation flowed organically between the three of you, and you were having a lot of fun.  You had totally forgotten about your idea of making out with a random man, you were having so much fun.  As the night went on, you felt both Shouta and Hizashi getting closer to you, eventually to the point where your thighs were touching each of theirs under the booth.  You felt your face get hot; you blamed it on the alcohol.  However, deep down, you felt good being close to Shouta and Hizashi.  You suddenly had an idea.

"Hey you guys, I have beer at my place. Instead of paying for the overpriced drinks here, why don't we go have a nightcap at my place?"  They both agreed.  The three of you threw down money on the table towards the tab and left the bar to go to your place.  Once you arrived at your place, you grabbed three beers from the fridge and brought them out to the living room.  Once again, you found yourself sandwiched between Shouta and Hizashi on your couch, and they were close.  The conversation continued to flow between the three of you, when suddenly, you saw that it was close to midnight.  "Wow, time really flew tonight. I'm really glad you guys brought me out, I needed that."  Shouta and Hizashi both looked at you and smiled, then looked at each other.  In a bold move, Hizashi said, "the night doesn't have to end here, Y/N.  You mentioned at the bar that you wanted to have some fun tonight; we can make that happen for you."

Suddenly, Hizashi leaned over towards you and started kissing and sucking on your neck.  You never viewed Shouta or Hizashi in a sexual way, so you were surprised at how good his touch felt on you.  As Hizashi kissed and sucked on your neck, Shouta put his hand on your thigh below your dress, and started rubbing it back and forth.  You felt just as good from Shouta's touch as you did with Hizashi.  Suddenly, you found yourself leaning into Hizashi's kissing, and you put your hand over Shouta's hand on your thigh. You turned your head towards Hizashi, and began to kiss him passionately.  While you were kissing him, Shouta pulled your hair to the side, and began sucking on the back of your neck.

You thought this would be awkward or uncomfortable, but it felt incredible.  As you continued to kiss Hizashi, you found both of your hands trailing up both of their thighs onto the crotch of their pants; they were both already rock hard, which turned you on; having this effect on two men.  You pulled away from your kiss with Hizashi, not wanting Shouta to feel left out.  You turned towards Shouta, and began to kiss him.  Shouta cupped your cheek with his hand, while Hizashi took this opportunity to take his clothes off.  You momentarily pulled away from your kiss with Shouta, and took Hizashi in.  Despite being thin, he was very toned, and you were aroused at what you saw.  

While you were pulled away from the kiss, Hizashi took this opportunity to pull your dress up over your head, leaving you in your lacy black bra and panty set, and thigh-high stockings.  "You're so sexy, Y/N," Shouta said while rubbing his hand back and forth across your tits over your bra.  "Take off your clothes, too, Shouta," you mewled while Hizashi stood there stroking his hard cock.  You felt your mouth salivating at the sight of him fisting himself, and suddenly, you found yourself on your knees on the floor right in front of Hizashi.  You grabbed the base of his cock, and began swirling your tongue around the tip, eventually taking him to the back of your throat, to which he groaned your name.

While you bobbed up and down on Hizashi's cock, Shouta got up and started spanking your ass.  "That's a good girl, Y/N, take his cock down your throat."  After a few moments, you pulled away from Hizashi's cock, sat back down on the couch, and patted on the couch on either side of you, motioning for them to sit back down.  At this point, you got a good look at Shouta.  He was very muscular, which you never noticed under his hero outfit.  They sat back down on either side of you, and you took each of their cocks into your hands and started stroking them.  Shouta took this opportunity to unhook your bra, and both men started kissing and suckling on your tits.  You threw your head back in pleasure and started moaning at the sensation.  While they continued to play with your tits, Hizashi took his hand and reached down between your thighs and began to rub back and forth over your clothed clit.

"You're already so wet for us, baby," Hizashi exclaimed while you continued to stroke his cock.  "Let us make you feel good now."  Hizashi got up, pulled you up by your hands, and pulled your panties down your legs, leaving you in just your stockings.  "Keep those on, they're so sexy on you," he grunted.  He gently pushed you back down on the couch, put his head in between your legs, and started kissing on your inner thighs until he reached your cunt, which was throbbing.  He began to lick and suck on your clit, to which you moaned loudly.  While Hizashi went down on you, Shouta turned your head towards his and began kissing you, his tongue intertwining with yours.  You ran your hand up and down his muscular chest while you kissed.  You felt the familiar build up of an orgasm coming on, and finally, that coil burst inside of you.  

"Good girl..." Hizashi murmured against your cunt.  He got back onto the couch and sat on the other side of you, his cock glistening with precum.  You began to stroke each of their cocks again, while Shouta leaned back down to your tits and took turns suckling on each of your nipples.  Meanwhile, Hizashi resumed kissing and sucking on your neck.  "I think...ah," you squealed as Shouta gently bit down on your nipple, "I think we should take this to the bedroom."  You got up from the couch, grabbed both of them by their hands and led them into the bedroom.  You faced Shouta first, leaned towards him and started kissing him feverishly, while Hizashi came right up behind you and grabbed you by the fat of your hips, rubbing his cock up and down your ass.

Shouta pulled away from the kiss, and instructed you to lay down on the bed on your back.  You did just as he said, and in a flash, he was hovering over top of you, cock aligning with your wet entrance.  Hizashi came over to the bed and got on his knees on the side of your head.  "Turn your face towards me, Y/N. I want you to suck on my cock while Shouta fucks you senseless."  You did just as he said, as well, and Shouta asked if you were ready.  You couldn't believe you were in this situation with these two very attractive men, but somehow, it felt right.  "I'm ready."  Shouta pushed his cock inside of you, his muscular arms on either side of you, and started slowly fucking you.  As you adjusted to his size, he began to thrust in and out at a quicker pace.

You turned your head and looked up towards Hizashi, who was fisting his cock while watching Shouta fuck you.  You had him inch closer, and you grabbed his cock and took it all the way down your throat until you gagged.  Hizashi groaned at the sound of you gagging.  "That's right, choke on my cock, baby."  Both men found a steady rhythm with you; Shouta was fucking your pussy while Hizashi fucked your mouth.  While you had his cock in your mouth, Hizashi leaned over to play with your clit while Shouta thrust in and out of you.  You felt another orgasm coming on, and once again you felt that coil inside of you burst, and you came all over Shouta's cock and Hizashi's fingers. "That's a good girl," Shouta grunted; his thrusts were becoming more erratic.  You could tell he was reaching his limit soon.

Suddenly, Shouta pulled out of you, and positioned himself over your chest; he was going to come on your tits, which you found to be incredibly hot.  He started jerking himself off until he eventually did just that.  He leaned his one hand on the pillow your head was on, and groaned while he came all over your tits.  Meanwhile, you could also tell Hizashi wasn't far behind Shouta.  He clutched your head and grasped your hair with both of his hands, and continued to fuck your mouth until he finally came down your throat.  He pulled out of your mouth, and began panting heavily.  "Stick your tongue out, Y/N.  I want to see that you swallowed every last drop."  You did just as he asked, and he smiled down at you and, while still panting, leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss.  Shouta took this opportunity to get up from the bed, and went into your bathroom.  In a sweet gesture, he came back out with a warm washcloth and cleaned you up.

Both men ended up collapsing on either side of you.  Shouta fell asleep first, turning towards you and draping his arm over your belly.  You kissed him on the forehead while he slept.  Hizashi turned towards you next, smiling while he gently cupped your face and kissed you on the lips.  "That was incredible, Y/N. You're incredible," he said as he also fell into his own slumber.  You felt your own eyelids getting heavy, and before you fell asleep, you laid there and smiled, thinking you were the luckiest girl in the world right now.

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The end.

[neochan]

THE PRIDEFUL GAMER (M)

SERIES MASTERLIST LINK | remember this is part two of a series! read part one for context!

PAIRING | best friend!haechan x reader

SYNOPSIS |  lee donghyuck had the largest ego you’d ever seen for someone who stayed cramped in their dorm room all night playing video games; but when you stay in with him the night after a raging party, you find yourself realizing that ego just might be deserved.

WC | 10.8k

WARNINGS | cursing, mentions of alcohol & weed, sexual comments, hyuck shirtless and covered in paint, party games, comments abt virginity, switch!hyuck (slight sub, lean dom), sexual content (nothing too crazy).

A.N | i know you guys have been waiting for this, so i hope it lives up to the hype :) and if it doesn't - sorry

“Haechan, I need you to fuck me.”

Your reflection stares back at you in the mirror, tired eyes ringed with heavy circles and glinting in judgement.

This was fucking ridiculous.

No matter how many times you sat in front of the mirror and practiced, you couldn’t get the words out with a straight face. Even the wet dreams that plagued your sleeping hours weren’t enough to prepare you. After all, you still couldn’t believe what you were going to ask Haechan to do. Or participate in, rather.

It wasn’t that you were scared, or that you didn’t want it, because trust and believe your mind and body both craved him; it was just stressful. Asking your bestfriend to give you some dick and then go on and mind his business like nothing happened?

Unfathomable.

But it was Haechan, and something in your brain told you he’d jump at the chance to fuck you; at least you were hoping so. How could you not think that when he said things like –

“If I open the door, am I gonna see boobs?”

Case in point.

You yell back, a blush of embarrassment heating your face while you fumble around to act like you were putting on makeup and not practicing asking him for sex, “No you pervert!”

The door swings wide open and the boy in question steps into the tiny room, “That’s a damn shame.”

God Damn.

Ever since that alcohol induced dream, your body had taken the liberty of reacting every time you caught sight of Haechan. It didn’t matter if he was drunk with pasta sauce smeared all over his face after he smashed a bowl of ravioli (true story), or if he was all done up for a class presentation on the history of the toaster oven (out of all things); your body reacted the same either way.

It went further than just sight though. If you so much as smelled someone wearing similar cologne to what he normally wore, arousal bells started ringing and you had to sprint home to relieve the ache between your legs.

This time wasn’t any different.

Fluffy, dark brown hair is what you see first, gelled stylishly in effortless waves around his head, save for the small curls on the nape of his neck. When you move your gaze lower, you lock eyes with his, and a spark of curiosity blooms. Then it’s his perfect pink lips set in a cute pout, and rounded jaw that you often stared at when he ate because it made you think of how good he’d be at eating you out. The thoughts start to creep into your mind, and you have no choice but to shake them out and replace them with something else, which so happened to be his outfit…or lack thereof.

He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a cute tummy with faint lines and deeply toned biceps. You’d punched him in the stomach once before, and you didn’t need to see abs to know that that man was rock solid. Multicolored neon body paint decorated his torso and back, tiny splatters here and there, but the star of the show is a lime green handprint wrapped around his throat (Jaemins probably). His black sweats also had paint on them, but his combat boots didn’t have a drop of color. If he expected to get out of the frat with them looking spotless, he had another thing coming.

“You do know the theme is neon?” His voice jolts you back into reality, and the blush that was gone finds its way back to your throat and cheeks. You were literally sitting in front of the mirror with a neon pink bralette on, why was he asking you this? Slightly, you nod. “Then why are you staring at me? I know I’m not ripped like Jen or Jaem, but come on, I can rock the dad bod!”

“Haechan. Take this with a grain of salt, but you have a decent body.”

Automatically, the compliment goes to his head, “Wanna see all of it sometime?”

Yes, please.

“No.”

A cheeky smile forms on his lips, “Thought so…”

“I’m actually surprised you’re going. Don’t you have a video game competition or something?” You stand up from your spot in front of the vanity and grab your leather jacket that was laying on the rack beside it.

“I can’t pass up free liquor. You know this.”

For some reason, your outfit seems like its missing something, and desperately your eyes are searching for it… ah! A necklace. You couldn’t go in a frat without some form of jewelry. Unable to reach behind yourself and clasp it, you hold it out to Haechan who doesn’t hesitate to grab it and push your shoulder, so your back was to him. “So, the plan is to get hammered?”

Tender fingers brush aside your hair, a spark igniting in the pit of your stomach. You feel almost giddy at his touch, and you’re not sure you entirely hate it. You anticipate more, and he doesn’t disappoint. His hands reach around your throat, the heavy pendant resting at the base of your throat while his fingers work at the nape of your neck to clasp it.

“The plan is to get absolutely drunk, find a bad bitch and fuck her till the entire house knows my name.” His voice is low, dropping right next to your ear, and the air blowing from his lips makes your shiver into his touch at your neck.

“S-Sounds like a good plan.” you whisper.

What was this boy doing to you?

“Wanna help?”

“H-Help? Help with what? Help you?”

He backs away, hands held out in front of him and a smile cracking his features, “Yeah. Wanna help me find a frat bunny?”

I’m right here.

“Oh, uh, sure.”

“Perfect.” He starts to head out before turning back to you, “You didn’t think I was gonna ask if I could fuck you… did you?”

Your response comes out suspiciously fast, but Haechan had pregamed before stopping at your dorm, and he definitely didn’t catch it, “No! I would never! You’re like… really fucking gross. Sorry Hyuck.”

“Ahhh, theres the Y/N I know!” he claps you on the shoulder, “By the way, Jeno and Jaem are waiting in the car downstairs so hurry up.”

With that, he’s gone, the slamming of the front door resonating deep in the pit of your stomach, your nerves buzzing, and every muscle tense.

This was going to be a long night.

People were already throwing up in the bushes by the time you and the boys arrived, but you’d rather wade through puke than sit in Jeno’s car a second longer.

The entire ride to the frat house was a mess. From being squished between Jaemin and Hyuck, thanks to Jeno reserving the front seat for his precious bottles of Smirnoff and Hennessy (Seriously, he wouldn’t move them. He even buckled them up in case he crashed the car. As if the bottles wouldn’t break.) to having one of said bottles passed around the backseat and promptly spilled all over your upper body; you couldn’t take it anymore.

Unfortunately, the situation was made worse by Haechan's actions. As the cold alcohol spilled all over you, his hands peppered over your body, gliding through the sticky liquid that was rapidly drying. When he touched the lace of your bralette, his fingers inadvertently brushed against your nipple, reigniting the warmth in your stomach.

You really hoped he hadn’t noticed.

Jaemin, on the other hand, kept shoving his arm around to try and garner your attention towards his phone, which had pictures of sorority girls pulled up.

“Which ones should I take back to my place tonight?” He kept asking you, again and again and again until you and his minty breath were quite acquainted.

Needless to say, you wanted out.

So, when the car came to a screeching halt along the sidewalk, you were all but climbing over Jaemins lap to get the door open.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have you all over me, but this isn’t what I meant.” The flirtatious jokes from Jaemin were already starting, but he wasn’t the target tonight, Haechan was.

“Sorry, Haechan’s body odor was starting to get to me.” You send a warm smile to the boy clambering out of Jeno small coupe behind you.

“I literally haven’t even started being mean to you yet, why are you throwing insults?” Haechan stands tall, the heels of his combat boots making him tower over you, “And I’m wearing old spice anyway, this shit lasts ages. You must have been smelling Jaemins dick… I heard it’s quite overused.”

The pink haired boy whips around, hands shoved deep into the pocket of his sweatpants, “Why are you mad I get more pussy than you?”

Jeno thrusts a bottle of alcohol into you and Haechans hands, leaving Jaemin empty handed, who looks at you with a pout. You uncap your bottle, a dark thing of Hennessy, and pass it to him.

Haechan snorts, “Not mad, just annoyed that you keep me up all night with your grunting.”

Jaemin passes the bottle back to you and gives you a wink, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, the four of you start walking through the grass and up the steps to the frat house.

The front lawn was littered with red, plastic solo cups, ping pong balls, and empty beer cans. Toilet paper hung around a poorly spray-painted piece of cardboard that read, ‘welcome to the jungle’. College students hung around the porch smoking cigarettes and weed, and somehow a joint ends up between your fingers before you’ve even reached the front door.  

“Wanna shotgun that?” Haechan smirks, wiggling his eyebrows when you shove the loosely wrapped blunt between your lips.

Inhaling takes a minute, the burning sensation of the weed filling your lungs and immediately reaching your bloodstream. You blow the smoke directly in Haechans face as a way of declining his offer, though pressing your lips against his and sharing a smoky kiss sounded real good right then.

He waves a hand in front of his face, “Fine. I see how it is.”

Whoever handed you the blunt plucks it out from between your fingers before you can pass it to Haechan and disappears around the side of the house.

“Well, that was mean.” Jaemin sighs defeatedly.

“I’m pretty sure Renjun is inside selling if you want to buy something off of him.” Jeno shouts over his shoulder.

“Fair warning though, he doesn’t roll well.” You spit tiny green pieces of marijuana onto the front walkway and cringe at the taste. There was a reason you didn’t like edibles.

Jeno just nods to the freshman pledge assigned to door duty (a scrawny boy who went by the name of Shotaro) and shoulders the front door of the house. Immediate booming bass finds your chest and rattles through you, the smell of spilled alcohol and cheap drugs clouding the house in a thick smog. Black lights hang from the ceiling, the people loitering near the entranceway glowing brightly in neon oranges, blues, green, yellows, and pinks.

You vaguely notice a few of the brothers roaming around passing out beers to the partygoers, but one in particular notices the four of you crowding the entrance and discards his last beer to a random girl at his side before jogging over.

“Jae!” Jeno and the brother lock hands and embrace, slapping each other’s backs in a way that looked painful.

The only reason you had gotten into the frat parties all year long was because of Jaehyuns and Jeno’s relationship – they were on the hockey team together, and brothers.

Jung Jaehyun was a senior, the head of the most popular frat on campus, NEO, and Jeno’s half-brother. You’d never really interacted with him, but from what you heard, he was a nice guy with an even nicer girlfriend, and they were head over heels in love with each other. You didn’t see her around anywhere, not that you would know what she looked like.

“Looking for someone?” Haechans voice, gravelly and low, finds your ear and makes you shiver despite how hot it was in the house. You hated the way he made your body feel, but not as much as you should have.

“You’re about to be looking out of one eye if you don’t back the fuck up.” Hostility was not your strong suit, but Haechan just drug something out of you.

“Jesus Christ, you need to drink. You’re so much better drunk. A lot nicer.” He smiles down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and you can physically feel your heart beginning to melt.

A little voice in the back of your head is telling you to say, and you’re so much better when you shut up, how about you put that mouth to use between my legs?

But you refrain.

It’s very hard to refrain.

You almost slip.

That is, until you realize Jaehyun has since walked away and left the four of you to party how you please.

“Okay. I’ll be staying sober. Well, as sober as a good couple blunts make me. Please try to stay in the house, it makes it so much easier when it’s time to go and I have to round you jack offs up.” Jeno smirks, handing his bottle of alcohol to Jaemin who gladly takes it.

You’re surprised he hasn’t already gone looking for someone to fuck, it was well known that him and Jaehyun didn’t particularly get along. Something about Jaemin fucking Jaehyuns ex… you didn’t know the full story.

Jeno grabs Haechans bare shoulders, “Please, for the love of God, do not jump in the pool again. Last time you almost drowned and I don’t feel like planning a funeral for your sorry ass.”

“I make no such promises, but I will try my best.” The younger boy beams.

“Alright, go have fun, and try not to catch a STD. I’ll be over with Renjun if you need me.” And with that, your friend Jeno breaks from the group, his neon painted bare back shining brightly amongst the crowd right before he fades in.

Jaemin breaks off almost immediately after chugging the bottle of alcohol Jeno had given him.

Haechan, who wasn’t one for parties and usually stayed holed up in his dorm room playing video games all night, sways by your side awkwardly.

“Aren’t you gonna go find a frat bunny to fuck?” You shout over the blaring music.

He looks almost nervous when he shifts his gaze to you, “I don’t really see anyone of interest… except you of course. Wanna go fuck in the bathroom?” A shit eating grin blinds you right before he lifts the Smirnoff bottle and takes a swig, finishing it with a grimace.

Wouldn’t it be nice to say yes and get his part of the challenge over? Fuck, how you wanted to grab his hand and drag him to the nearest bathroom, but frat parties weren’t the place to hook up, and you wanted to take your time with him anyway.

“I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole.”

“You’re telling me you don’t wanna hit this?” He rubs his free hand across his chest and stomach, dipping it so far as to drag down a bit of his sweatpants. A strong V-Line peeks out and you almost choke on air, eyes bugging out of your skull.

“Keep your fucking clothes on Hyuck.” You sputter.

He cocks an eyebrow and reaches out for your hand, which you hesitate to take. What was he doing? Was he trying to bring you into the nearest bathroom?

All he does is tug you towards the main room, an open area full of students dancing, drinking, and smoking, “Interesting… Come on, let’s party.”

The feeling of his calloused fingers enlaced with yours was enough to send your mind spiraling deep into the thoughts that plagued your dreams – like what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your neck, or shoved between your thighs, maybe even down your throat. 

Mentally, you tell your brain to shut up (it always did get slutty in these environments).

“Y/N!!” A girly voice shouts off to your left, dragging both you and Haechans attention. Lisa, a girl in the same major as you, who you’ve known for a couple years now, is barreling toward you and the boy you’re linked hand in hand with. She shoves a few partygoers to the side, an opened beer can in her hand which she’s cautious enough not to spill.

When she finally makes it to your side, her eyes dip down and make note of your hands crushed together, a freshly waxed eyebrow popping up in question at you. Immediately you yank your hand away from Haechan, who glares in protest but doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t think I would see you here!” She’s beaming head to toe and slings a paint splattered arm around your shoulders.

You smile back, “Jeno made me come.” She’d had a crush on Jeno for ages, and from the look on her face at the mention of his name, it still existed.

“Oh, he’s here? I didn’t even know!! I need to go find him asap.”

“Well yeah, it’s his brothers party and all…” Haechan pipes up from beside of you, nervously biting at his nails. He always chewed his cuticles unrecognizable.

She looks up at him with a weird expression before extracting her arm and turning to face you, her back to Haechan, who sneers and throws up a middle finger in her direction. It makes you chuckle, but thankfully she doesn’t question it.

“Well, a bunch of us are playing games upstairs if you wanna join.”

You start to say no, but you can tell in her eyes that she wasn’t going to take that as an answer, so you nod your head, “Sure.”

A squeal so loud heads turn, erupts from her mouth, “Good!!! Ima go find Jeno and then head up there. I’ll see you soon.” And with a kiss to your cheek, she’s gone.

“Well, guess we’re playing games.” Haechan huffs, reaching for your hand now that she was gone, “I hope it’s spin the bottle so I can kiss you.”

Me too.

Rolling your eyes, you start towards the stairs, “Haechan?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Haechan didn’t shut up.

In fact, he kept his mouth running all the way up the stairs, through the bodies loitering in the hallway, around a puddle of puke, and into the makeshift living room Lisa must have set up.

Not like you were paying much attention to what he said anyways. Instead, your mind chose to focus on the way his back looked in the dim lighting of the frat house. Underneath a layer of pretty tan skin, the boy was all muscle, stretching and tensing when his lithe legs carried him up the inclined stairs. And when he turned around to make sure you were still following him, despite his hand being attached to yours, you notice the muscles carried all the way around to his abdomen and torso.

Because the house was hot and humid, the paint splattered on his chest was fading and streaking. The neon paint dripped down his body, with some even dribbling into the waistband of his sweatpants. The idea of the paint staining his v-line creates a sensation of warmth in your stomach.

You wanted to see him naked so bad and it made you mad.

What happened to the boy who stayed in his room every day and barely touched vegetables? What happened to him being a friend and just that? Had one night of drinking skewed your common sense? Or was this just a side effect of the challenge you were doing?

Whatever, he’s fucking hot and he has a big dick, you argue with yourself, images of what you saw on his phone flashing through your mind.

Haechan getting his dick sucked by some random girl, forcing her to deepthroat and then whimpering.

The thought alone almost makes you steer him into the nearest bathroom, but the makeshift living room comes too soon.

“I literally can’t get rid of you.” Jaemin perks up from his spot on the floor, bottle of liquor tucked away in his lap.

“Talk to Lisa.” You shoot back flatly.

As you glance around the room, you realize that the only person you recognize is Jaemin. While a few faces seem familiar, you can't recall their names or where you may have seen them before.

Hyuck guides you over to the circle where everyone is seated and takes a spot, leaving you to settle in opposite him. "Looks like it's just you and me," he says with a grin, displaying his gleaming white teeth. You can't help but wonder how they would feel against your inner thighs, and you unconsciously clench them together while crossing your arms.

You didn’t know how long Lisa and Jeno were going to be, or if she was still downstairs recruiting more players, but you’re lucky not to be left alone with your thoughts too long, because a couple minutes later, she, Jeno and Jaehyun (surprisingly) filter into the room, one after the other.

Haechan’s eyes cut to you, and he smirks, eyebrows wiggling in a stupidly suggestive way.

“Okay! Seems like we got enough players.” Lisa pipes up, taking the spot next to you that sat empty (thankfully no one had sat and tried to make acquaintance. you were too sober for that). Jeno sits off to your right, and Jaehyun takes the spot next to Haechan.

Jaemin leans in towards the circle, appearing invested as he asks, "What game are we playing?" His gaze travels up and down Lisa's body, and he licks his lips. You roll your eyes; of course, she was the one he was after tonight. Too bad her eyes were on Jeno.

She gives a short giggle before replying, “How about seven minutes in heaven?”

A low murmur ripples through the circle but affirming head nods set the game in motion.

Honestly, you find the game awkward and childish, something played in your early high school years, but maybe the universe and luck would be on your side tonight.

Wasn’t the whole point of tonight to get into Haechans pants? This silly little game was the perfect opportunity.

He seemed to be on the same wavelength because one glance and you see him making kissy faces directed at you.

Why the fuck was he so weird?

And why did you want to crawl across the circle and kiss him?

“Great, can we use that bottle Jaemin?” Lisa asks, and he’s quick to shove it in the middle. He must really want her to come home with him tonight if he’s giving up his alcohol that easily – or the bottle at least.

Lisa takes a finger and spins the bottle, the handle flying around so fast it looked like a blur. You hold your breath, silently praying it doesn’t land on you. You could probably hear a pen drop in the room (plus the thumping bass coming up through the floorboards).

It comes to a standstill, pointing at a random girl you’ve never seen before. She looks nervous, but that was to be expected, right?

Lisa spins the bottle again and you thank your lucky stars when it lands on another girl in the circle.

Two girls down, about 12 of you left.

The next few rounds follow a similar pattern, with two unfamiliar people being chosen and then awkwardly leaving the circle. At some point Jaemin and a blonde headed bimbo filter off to surely fuck.

The game starts to feel pointless, but then the bottle lands on you.

Haechan immediately perks up from being previously slumped against a pillow. The bottle of Smirnoff by his side was slowly draining, and you could tell he was feeling it a bit. A rosy blush spread itself on his cheeks and his eyes shined bright. An eager look crosses his face when Lisa tips the bottle into spinning.

Whoever it landed on was going to be shoved in a tiny closet with you for the next seven minutes. Time ticked slow, your eyes following it’s every move.

Spinning.

And spinning.

And spinning.

And stop.

“No fucking way.” Haechan pouts.

Your eyebrows raise, a short, disbelieving laugh rushing past your lips. The bottle has landed between Jaehyun and Haechan, more towards the latter, but nearly dead set between.

“Well, who is it then?” Haechan urges, pushing himself up on his knees, “Cause it’s more towards me, so I think it’s only fair…”

“Maybe by a single degree.” Jaehyun argues, locking his eyes with yours and giving a lopsided smile.

It strikes you as odd that Jaehyun, who you're pretty sure has a girlfriend (Jeno had mentioned her once or twice), is even participating in the game. Despite this, he seems to be making eyes at you, smiling with deep dimples and winking. You just stare back at him, causing the tips of his ears to flush red. You weren’t going to be the cause of a scandal if he was, in fact, still dating that girl.

So the dilemma (that wasn’t really a dilemma) dawns on you. Your best friend or the boy who (maybe) had a girlfriend? You contemplate storming out of the room and forfeiting the game – but what was the fun in that? And anyways, Haechan looked like he was getting antsy.

“Come on Hyuck.” you grumble, pushing yourself up off the dusty floor and slipping out into the semi-crowded hallway. The boy eagerly follows on your heel until you’re shouldering a random door and slipping into a dark room.

It feels much bigger than the closet you were envisioning, though where was the fucking light? Both of you search the walls to no avail. Faintly, you see the outline of a bed and walk over to it, dropping down on the sunken mattress – Haechan following your lead.

“What a coincidence that it’s you and me. I mean, I knew you wanted to fuck me, but seriously, how did you rig a spin the bottle game?”

In this moment you’re glad for the darkness enveloping the room – then he wouldn’t see the shock and embarrassment flooding your face.

Defensively, you shove his chest, “Shut up. I didn’t rig the game.”

The smirk is almost evident in his tone, “Oh, but you do wanna fuck me?”

“No – Haechan I wanted to play a game. Of course fate would give me your ass.”

“Maybe fate wants us to hook up.” he murmurs.

I’d agree with fate then, you think.

A million thoughts flood your mind in a millisecond. How convenient it was that you were stuck in an empty room, with a bed, with Hyuck – with a shirtless Hyuck. The dim lighting outlines the contours of his chest, and you can feel yourself clenching your thighs together for what felt like the umpteenth time.

“Would you like that?” You whisper, slightly leaning closer to him. He wasn’t that far away. Maybe a foot at most.

“Is the sky blue?” He retorts, ever so slightly leaning into you too.

You roll your eyes, “Is that a trick question – because it’s nighttime right now and the sky is black.”

“I don’t know, maybe you should kiss me and find out.”

His voice is lower than normal, which surprises you. But not as much as the statement. You knew he was like this – forward and flirty. Though it’s different when you actually want to reciprocate.

Time slows down and the electricity of the moment surrounds you two. His lips are inching towards your own, long, slender fingers grabbing your thighs.

Fuck, it’s happening – Everything you’ve been dreaming about for weeks on end. How did this happen so fast?

You can smell the alcohol on his breath – wondering if he’ll taste sweet like brandy.

“Hyuck…” you whisper, “ I-“

Light and sound flood the room, startling the fuck outta you and making you jump three feet back into the headboard.

“Oh shit –” the partygoer curses.

The girl on his arm giggles, “’m sorry. Didn’t mean to barge in on you two!” They slam the door, and the muffled sounds of the party bring you back to the present.

Yellow spots cloud your vision as you fumble to stand up, almost tripping over what you can assume to be a backpack.

You swallow thickly, “Let’s go back downstairs.”

“I’ll meet you down there.” Haechan whispers, one hand running through his hair, “You go on ahead.”

Without another word, you slip into the hallway and slink down the stairs – into the hands of hundreds of drunk college kids. You see Jaemin taking shots and Jeno smoking it up with Renjun.

What the fuck just happened.

And why did I ruin it.

After a good twenty minutes away from each other, you realize he was the only person who you cared to hang out with. So, you found him utterly intoxicated on the kitchen floor and forced him to dance with you.

Well really you just forced him off the kitchen floor which he really didn’t want to leave, but once he was up and moving, he took you by hand and made the night worthwhile.

Now two hours later, with most of the alcohol Jeno had supplied gone, all you can think about is sucking Haechans dick.

It’s because of the way he danced (and smelled, and looked, and…). His hands reach out and greedily grab at your waist, fingers twisting through the empty belt loops of your jeans. A bit of the paint he had on was smudged against you, thanks to him pulling you into a bear hug earlier in the night.

He was drunk, and it made him extra touchy. Though you didn’t mind, in fact, you welcomed it now that your resolve was slipping. So, when he pushes you against the wall, one hand held high over your head, his other circling your jaw, it’s no surprise that your heartbeat goes wild. A blush rises hot on your face; his eyes finding yours and piquing with dull amusement.

“I gotta tell you a secret-” he slurs, swaying in your arms. He thinks for a minute before putting a hand over his mouth, “Wait, I can’t tell you.” When you don’t respond, instead, electing to stare at him in amusement, his lips jut out into a pout, “Why don’t you like me?”

One of your hands pushes against his slick with sweat chest, “I do like you?” Your breathing becomes labored when his lips pull back in a sloppy grin.

“You like me? You like me!!” Haechan teeters a bit to the left, almost falling into another couple that were vigorously making out, “They need to get a room… we need to get a room.”

We had a room.

“We need to get a room?” You question, eyes widening when he leans in so close he’s only an inch away from kissing you.

“Can I kiss you?”

It feels like the room comes to a crescendo, every sound clashing yet becoming silent at the same time. All you can think about is his mouth and how pretty and pink his lips are. How it would be heaven to meld into the strong grasp of your best friend. How the constant nights of intimate dreams of him weren’t enough to satisfy you. How you should have taken him up on his offer in that damn room.

How you wanted to go to that damn bathroom now.

But this was wrong.

The wrong time, wrong place, wrong everything.

You were drunk, he was more than drunk, and surely that would affect whether you thought he fucked the best.

From around his shoulder, you spot Jeno staring at you with a beer in his hand – so much for staying sober. He’s smirking, slightly chuckling, and cocking his eyebrows at you as if asking, ‘you gonna kiss him?’

“Haechan.”

The boy has gone from being semi coherent to humming some sort of song that wasn’t even close to the one that was playing.

“Haechan!” you shake his shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of the stupor, and suddenly he stands up tall.

“Y/N, I missed you!!! What are you doing here?” It was like he was seeing you for the first time.

He was too drunk to function. You should have expected as much, but you’re still slightly disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to go forth with your plan.

You sigh and grab his arm, the disappointment nearly sobering you up, “Let’s go find Jeno and get you home, okay?”

His eyes go frantic, “We can’t forget Jaemin! We have to find Jaemin!!!”

“Don’t worry Hyuck, I’d leave you here sooner than I would him.”

Maybe then I wouldn’t have the urge to ride you on the frats sofa.

“Meanie.”

Steaming bags of takeout hang off your arm as you fumble to push your way through the unusually small dorm door.

“Hyuck! Jaemin!” you yell, hoping one of them would dart out of their room and help you with the load of cheap food you were threatening to drop on the ground. You shouldn’t be surprised when all is silent except for the smash of controller buttons and Haechans frustrated screech.

You wade through the mess that nearly makes you gag – piles of clothes, dirty socks and mud caked shoes. Books and pages of lecture notes litter the ground accompanied with crushed RedBull cans – evidence that Haechan did indeed leave his room at some point.

“Yo, you really need to clean this shit up.” you pantomime throwing up and toss the bags of takeout on Haechans dark blue bedspread that was actually made for once.

His back is to you, eyes trained on the video game he was playing, giving you a half-hearted grunt to acknowledge what you said. The too-big headset threatens to engulf his head, nearly sliding off as he jolts forward in the gaming chair.

“Fuck! Fuck! No… no… don’t… SHIT!” Exasperation floods his tone once the screen turns completely red and his character returns to the main lobby. “You guys suck ass.”

Without hearing their response, he shuts off his monitor and spins around to face you, who was patiently waiting on his bed, “Sorry. I woulda got the door for ya, but…” he gestures behind himself.

“It’s fine.” you mumble.

His eyes travel from your face and to the short ass skirt that was slung over your hips. Immediately your face heats up. Why was this awkward? Does he even remember what happened last night? How you almost kissed in some random frat bros room? Or how he had you pressed up against the wall, asking to kiss you. Does he remember the drive home? How he laid in your lap, drunkenly massaging your thighs? Surely he had to remember you tucking him into bed with the promise of takeout tomorrow night?

But when you look him in the eyes, you just see your friend eager to eat – not someone who you nearly fucked last night.

You clear your throat, “Um, where’s Jaemin?”

Haechan shrugs and starts sifting through the boxes of rice and pork cutlets, “He left early this morning. Said he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Bet that means he’s going to get some pussy.” He takes a bite of rice and speaks through the mouthful, “Twenty four hours though? That’s a long ass time for him.”

You snort and take the box of rice he was gesturing towards you, “Nah, that’s light work for Jaem. As long as he lets us know he’s alive, I think a sex bender might be best for him.”

“You know, he’s still mad that you wouldn’t let him leave with that girl last night.” Haechans laugh rings through the room, making you smile. He had such a pretty voice.

“He was drunker than the both of us combined.” You tear the end of a soy sauce packet and dump it into the container in your lap. “Speaking of, what do you remember from last night? Did you, like, totally black out?”

“Not much, just that you were coming over today.” He says through another mouthful of food.

Great, so he didn’t remember anything. How convenient for you.

“Well… you ended up peeing on this guy when we were leaving because you missed the bush.”

“I missed the bush?”

“The whole bush.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know.”

The food was long gone, with empty containers flooding his trashcan that begged to be taken out.

You were bored.

Here you were, laying on his bed with a lowcut shirt and a fucking miniskirt, and he was back to playing his game.

For the past hour you tried to get him to join you, but to no avail. Who knew that your first target would be the hardest to fuck? How can you accurately judge how good he fucked if he wouldn’t even lay on the bed with you?

One last chance or you were leaving.

This was an all or nothing moment.

“I’m horny.” It was a declaration. A statement so bold, he turns ever-so-slightly towards you and raises an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

You scoff, “You heard me. I need to fuck someone or something.”

The squeak of his chair rings through the uncomfortably silent room as he adjusts himself. What was he thinking? Was he disgusted? Flustered? Did he feel the same?

“Well now that you mention it…” he swallows thickly. Was it hot in his room? Could you feel it too?

You push yourself up into a sitting position, “Come help me.” His dark brown eyes flutter, the tops of his cheeks dusting a light pink color, but he stays silent. "No smart reply? No sexual comments? Did I really fluster the Lee Haechan?"

He gets up from his gaming chair, almost toppling over in the process and spilling the can of Redbull he was clutching onto for dear life. "I am not flustered. " The mattress dips under his weight as he gets comfortable next to you, his gaze falling to the lowcut shirt you wore, "Can’t I touch them if you’re serious?”

His bottom lip juts out in a pout, obviously joking around (your boobs always seemed to be the butt of his sexual comments), but even still, you find yourself removing your shirt before you can think.

The look on his face is priceless, wide eyes almost bugging out of his skull, “I was kidding! Jesus Christ Y/N, put your shirt back on!” his voice has somehow pitched up two octaves, obviously taken aback, but for some reason his eyes remain open and transfixed. It looks as if he’s almost salivating, especially when he watches your nipples perk up from how cool he kept his room.

Reaching out a hand, you clasp his wrist and bring it closer to your body, “But I’m serious.” The bewildered expression never left his face, even when you had him cup his palm around your breast, and then when he took matters into his own hands and gave you a fair squeeze, which made you giggle.

“Am I dreaming? This must be a dream?”

You hop up on your knees, making your tits bounce in the process which drops Haechan’s jaw, “Not a dream, very much reality.”

Slowly and sexily, you crawl towards his seated position beside you, “I want you Haechan.” You breathe the words out slowly, giving him time to comprehend what the fuck his best friend just said.

Confusion flits across his face and he hesitates, “But Y/N…”

“But what? I want you. I want you to fuck me.” His pupils blew wide at the confession.

“Y/N… I can’t.”

Disappointment fills your heart and deflates your ego in a millisecond. You should have known. How could you be so stupid? Of course, he didn’t want to fuck you. You were best friends for fucks sake. It would ruin everything. Why did you even try? Because you were drunk and horny the night the challenge was first brought up? Pathetic, really.

Haechan must have seen the worry and doubt fill your eyes because all of a sudden, he’s grabbing your shoulders, “No, It’s… It’s not because I don’t want to,” His eyes wash over your half naked body, and he licks his lips, “Trust me, I want to…but I’m…I’m.”

Leaning in ever so slightly you whisper, “You’re what? Scared?”

It was a taunt, a tease, a challenge, and he knew it, but he just shakes his head, “Y/N… I’m a virgin.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked, completely taken aback by this new revelation, “You’re a… virgin?”

Pink tints his cheeks and collarbones peeking through his oversized t-shirt, and he hangs his head to avoid eye contact, “Yeah, I’ve never had… never had sex.”

“But you always say –”

“I talk a big game, okay?” The reply rushes from his lips, embarrassment kicking him in the ass, “Yeah I’ve gotten head before, and I’ve eaten a few girls out, but I’ve never had actual sex. It’s… just never happened I guess.”

Here you were, trying to seduce not only your best friend, but your best friend that has just told you he was a virgin. You were trying to steal a virgins innocence. How fucked could you really be?

To be fair, he always acted like he got hella pussy, you argue with yourself.

“Jaemin knows.” He mutters, as if it was of any relevance to the situation.

“Well,” You start, sitting back on your heels, “Here I am shirtless, asking you to fuck me…” His eyes flicker up and lock with yours, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Another challenge.

He did well with challenges, and this time was no different.

You continue, “Unless you believe the ‘only have sex after marriage’ bullshit –”

“Absolutely not.”

Greedy eyes search for an answer on his face, but there’s nothing, only a permanent blush and frantic furrow brows, “Okay, then do you wanna go back to gaming?”

“…No.”

He still isn’t advancing, just sitting with his hands dropped into his lap and looking at you with his wide doe eyes, “Then what?”

You sit there, watching as Haechan fidgets with his hands, clearly nervous about what comes next. The sexual tension that hangs between you two feels like a thick fog. You want him, and you can tell that he wants you too, but the knowledge that he’s a virgin puts a damper on things.

You don't want to be the one to take his virginity. That's a big fucking responsibility, and it's not something that you take lightly. You start to wonder if maybe you should just call it a night and go home. But then Haechan speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time since you arrived. He looks vulnerable, and you can see the fear in his eyes. But you can also see the determination. He knows what he wants, and he's not going to let anything stand in his way.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You know what you want too, but you also know that this is a big deal. You can't just jump into things without thinking them through. "I don't know if I'm the right person for that, Haechan," you say finally. "Taking someone's virginity is a big deal. It's not something to be taken lightly."

Haechan nods, his eyes still locked with yours. "I know. But I trust you, Y/N." His words make your heart skip a beat, and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

"Okay," you say finally. "Okay, we can do this.”

Somehow, the tables had turned on you; and this was getting a lot sappier than you had anticipated.

The awkwardness settles back into the room, Haechan staring at you with his doe eyes, the nervousness flitting about his delicate features.

It’s a beat – a short pause before he speaks so low you almost miss it, “You know I want to fuck you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

Maybe he’d give you a logical answer and you’d understand; put your shirt back on and let him get back to his video games while you silently scrolled Instagram.

But when was he ever logical?

And when were you ever one to back down?

Faster than you can register, he’s pushing your shoulders backwards until you fall breathlessly against his pillow. He climbs over top of you, his usual goofy smirk replaced with an intensity you both had felt the night before at the frat house. “Nothing’s stopping me.” His breath tickles your cheeks, “But I can’t tell if you’re fucking serious or taking a joke way too far.” A scoff rumbles in his chest, “I’ve damn near bared my soul to you tonight.”

“Not a joke-” you try to argue, but he talks over you.

“Ya know, just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean you can treat me like a plaything.” his head lolls to the side, “Well I mean if you wanted to, you could – but that’s not the point..” He sighs, pressing his face closer to yours, so that you were almost nose to nose. One more inch and you’d be kissing him, “I’m trying to say that if this is a joke… I’m sorry, but I’m gonna fuck you.”

“I – Are you sure about this? You won’t regret anything in the morning?”

He scoffs, “Have you not been listening to me when I speak to you? I’ve been wanting this for ages,” Eyes, half-lidded with desire, wash over your exposed chest, “I’m not gonna regret a damn thing.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably when Haechan dips his head and captures your lips in a kiss. All you can taste is the fizziness of the redbull he’d been drinking earlier, and something undeniably him. It was urgent and wet, lips sliding over yours to deepen the kiss, dribbles of spit smearing on your cheeks. He was messy.

“No regrets.” You solidify, breath hitching in your throat when his hands cup your breasts – his thumbs flicking over your nipples.

He groans, hips desperately pushing against you, “Let me eat you out.” he asks, though it wasn’t really a question because he starts to lower himself down your figure; pressing wet kisses to your chest. First it’s your collarbone, then the swell of your breasts, all the way down until he hovered right above your skirt.

Your head is reeling with how forward he was, “You’re kinda bold for a vir-”

He slaps a rough hand over your jaw, “If you even so much as utter that word, I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to speak for a week.” Tauntingly, he quirks an eyebrow as if to dare you, “And anyways,” he continues, moving his hand up to ruffle your hair, “Just because I’ve never stuck my dick between a woman’s thighs doesn’t mean I don’t know how to please one.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, in shock or contemplation of his words, you weren’t sure.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that baby,” Lust drips from his words like venom, the pet name rolling off his tongue a little too certainly, “Sitting up here playing video games has made me exceptionally good with my hands,” he smirks, “and I guess I’m naturally good with my tongue… I don’t know, you’ll have to tell me, yeah?”

Furiously, you nod your head, eyes wide and marveling at this side of Haechan. The one slightly out of breath and bursting with the need to taste you. He was hot. More so than you were expecting. You should pay closer attention sometimes.

He doesn’t waste time undoing your skirt. Instead, he pushes it up until it bunched at your waist, and pretty pink panties were the only thing blocking him from doing what he wanted. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulls them down agonizingly slow. “So pretty.” he whispers.

Without hesitation, he flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, a low rumble building in his chest. You tasted exactly like he had imagined.

The contact makes you gasp, and you fumble around for something to hold onto – choosing his hair as the only viable option. One tug and he’s whining against your clit, hips pressing into the bed unbeknownst to you.

“Y-you like hair pulling?” You question, doing it again to test the waters. He doesn’t answer, just groans against your pussy, tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Strong arms hook underneath your hips and pull hard, until you’re sat right up against his face.

“Hyuck.” you whimper, legs shaking. He was relentless, nosing your clit and fucking you with his tongue – all but lapping at the embarrassing amount of arousal wetting the inside of your thighs. “Hyuck!”

He perks up, lips puffy and jaw shining in the dim light of his bedroom,  “What?”

You feel almost shy at his stare, a blush settling over your cheeks and burning hot at the back of your neck, “D-don’t wanna cum just yet.” You stutter out.

Surprisingly, he rolls his eyes, “Let me stretch you out a little bit, okay baby?” There’s no time for you to respond because two of his fingers press against your entrance and slide in with ease. Simultaneously he dives back in, teeth slightly grazing your clit.

“Fuck!” Your back arches up off the bed, hips rolling against his face. His fingers pump into you, the stretch leaving your thighs shaking.

“See baby, all done,” He slips his fingers out and gives you one final suckle, “God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Words are unattainable right now, head still reeling from how fucking good he was with his tongue. That’s where he’d gotten the most practice, but you weren’t expecting that. It was what – less than two minutes? Yet you were already fucked out, body buzzing with excitement. If that was just the beginning, what was to come?

While lost in your thoughts, Haechan rid himself of his shirt and shimmied his shorts down.

The video didn’t do him justice.

Yeah, he looked decently big on his phone screen, but after weeks of contemplation, you could only assume it was the angle.

Oh, how wrong you were.

His cock stood thick and heavy, proudly slapping his lower stomach when he moves to throw his clothes on the floor. It was red and leaking pre-cum, and your mouth waters. Oh, how you wanted to hop up and stuff him down your throat. You wanted to milk him until he was shaking and sobbing for you to stop.

But another part wanted him in you, now.

Deep lines of muscle were etched into his torso – contracting when he leant down to kiss you again. You can taste yourself on his lips, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. Haechan was whimpering; all but shaking against you. The vibrations shot straight into your veins like a drug and when he pulls back and sits on his knees, you almost moan.

You are no better than a man.

Watching the way he touches his body, so soft and careful; tugging at his cock impatiently while his eyes are transfixed on the way your pussy clenches around nothing – it sends a desperate signal down between your thighs.

“Enough!” You whine, “Want you in me.”

His trademark smirk appears on his face, “Okay baby… but..,” he chews on his bottom lip in hesitation, “… I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last..”

“I don’t care!” You wail, annoyed, “Fuck me.”

“So demanding,” He huffs, hands fumbling to push your thighs apart. Looking to you for reassurance that everything was alright, he appeared somewhat uncertain and hesitant.

“It’s okay, ” you breathe, gasping when he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance. “Hold my hand!” It was a statement to make him feel surer of himself, but deep down, you knew it was because you were just as nervous.

Shakily, his hand slides into yours and pushes it against the pillow next to your head. He takes a deep breath. This is silly, he chides himself, just stick it in! You’ve been dreaming about this forever! Be a fucking man.

Slowly, he pushes himself fully into you while still maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck!” you both curse at the same time. His eyes flicker in the back of his head, lips trembling when he bottoms out, now sheathed inside your warm cunt. It’s taking everything in him not to cum right there – and you know it too. He stays like that for a minute longer – not moving, just processing.

“Hyuck…” You whimper, resting your legs on his back. He mumbles a mhm, too focused on steadying his breathing, getting his bearings, finding the will to actually fuck you. “Hyuck, you have to move.”

“M-maybe we should use a c-condom.” He stutters, eyelashes fluttering and tangling together. The interlocked grip on your hands falters when you rut your hips up against him. “F-fuck, we need to use a condom.” His breathing is labored as he tries to gather everything he’s feeling and seeing at once. The way your pussy sucks him in, squeezing around his length just fucking right, the feeling of your nipples brushing his chest every time he bottoms out, and the wet kisses being pressed to the juncture between his neck and collarbone. It was making his head dizzy, and he can feel himself already about to – “I’m gonna cum if you keep, fuck – y/n, stop kissing my n-neck.”

Lost in the satisfying pleasure of him stretching you out, you hadn’t even realized you were kissing him – everywhere. Licking at the place just below his earlobe, suckling bruises into the honey gold skin of his throat, and nipping at his jaw. And every time your lips or tongue grazed him, he shallowly thrusted into you – too caught up in the sensations to get a steady rhythm.

You purse your lips in a pout, pulling your head back to rest on the pillow, and stare up at him, “Why stop if you like it.”

“Good p-point.” He stutters out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Maybe that would hide the pink tinging his cheeks – the embarrassment. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be enveloped by you completely. “Fuck,” He groans, his cock dragging against your walls with a concentrated pace – like he wanted you to feel every inch of him. And if that was the case, he was succeeding. 

You mewl and moan every time he slips out of you, just to fuck into you deeper than before. Time doesn’t pass, you don’t register anything but the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach – one that catches you off guard. As you arch your body into his touch, your mind begins to cloud.

Words of praise spill from your lips uncontrollably, "You're doing so well," you murmur, and he whimpers. “So good Hyuckie,” You moan, feeling his head still buried in your neck. “Keep going, baby.” The encouragement rips a broken sob from his throat, but he keeps driving his cock between your legs. He couldn’t stop – how could he? You were like his own personal brand of heroin.

His voice comes out muffled when speaks, “Want you to- fuck.. need you to...” His fingers are trembling, jaw slacked as he forgets his train of thought, “Slow down, wait – I need you to, y/n.. oh fuck this.” a rush of air tickles your body as Haechan tightens his hold and flips you over; worming his way underneath your body so that your legs were now slotted over his waist, cock still pushing into you. “There we go,” he mutters.

The action sends your head spinning, and a squeal rips from your throat. “Woah!”

“Woah!” he mocks, bullying his cock into you at such a fast pace, you were battling to keep your balance. His hands held onto your hips so tightly, there were bound to be a few fingerprint shaped bruises tomorrow morning. But that didn’t matter – not when he was burying his length into you again and again and again, abusing your g-spot to the point you’re babbling nonsense.

Your thighs are quivering on either side of him, struggling to keep yourself bouncing on his cock. Equally shaky hands pepper his chest in an attempt to hold onto something as the fire in your stomach burns hotter. Every whimper, every sob, every moan that falls past his lips is like another burning ember – shooting and twisting through your veins.

“G-gonna cum, Hyuck, gonna – “ you mewl, clawing at his collarbones and shoulders.

A harsh slap lands on your ass as he continues to piston his hips up underneath you. Just hearing you say the words edges him even closer to his own orgasm, “Please baby, cum – shit, cum on my cock, you can do it.” He groans through gritted teeth. Another smack lands, “God, I know you can do it.”

Your eyes roll back as you completely fall apart – he never stopped fucking into you. Not even when you all but collapsed on top of him, heartbeat erratic and gasping for breath. Not even when you begged him to slow down, begged him to give you a chance to recover, maybe get into a different position.

“Just give me one second baby, fuck, I still need to cum,” Like a lightbulb went off, he perks, “Wait- where do you want me t-to cum,” He’s rocking his body into yours now, sweat rolling down his temple with the exertion of holding back. “An-Answer! I can’t hold it anymore you feel too fucking good.”

Swirled in your own euphoria, you barely register his words, yet you manage to whimper against his neck, “Cum in me Hyuckie, please, I’m on the pill.”

The permission is all he needs, but the nickname is what sends him straight into a head high that has him burying his cock deep in you and releasing. Strong arms wrap around your torso and pull you against his shaking body while spurts of cum flood your pussy. He sounds exactly like he did in the video he showed you a few weeks ago – like he was sobbing with relief. Whining and whimpering, lolling his head side to side as he fucks the last of his cum deep into you.

He tries not to move, he tries really fucking hard, but every time you twitched, it squeezed around him again and again – curses flying from his body as he tried to squirm away. He slips out of you quickly, cum smearing on his belly and all over your thighs, “That was…”

You can hear his heartbeat – almost as erratic as yours is, and he’s puffing air, trying to catch an even breath. Both of you are sticky and tired – worn the fuck out. If you tried to push yourself off of him, you think you might topple over, so you don’t. You stay locked in his embrace, listening to the way his breathing slows and chest thumps.

“That was what?”

He runs a hand through his hair, “Everything I’ve dreamt of.”

Giggling, you snuggle closer to him. Who knew he’d be the type to sweet talk after sex. With how much he boasted and teased, you thought he’d be more… you don’t know… arrogant? You liked this side of him though.

Ah, shut up! you think to yourself, you’re not falling in love with him, so stop.

Haechan was a friend no matter if he did just fuck your brains out.

“Gonna go to the bathroom.” you mumble. Anything to get away from him and the swirls of ooey-gooey feelings.  

Clambering off of him proved to be easier than you thought earlier, and the wobble to the bathroom was only slightly embarrassing. You thank God for privacy when you shut the door behind you.

As you look at your reflection in the mirror, you realize how much of a mess you are. Your hair is disheveled, mascara smudged and streaking, and your lipstick is smeared. Dark colored hickies scattered across your chest and collarbones. Despite this, you feel satisfied and content (Regardless of any stupid feelings that might be lingering).

Yet if Hyuck were to sneak in the bathroom behind you and beg for another round, you’d give it to him, no matter if the original challenge was a one and done kind of deal.

Your eyes widen into saucers… the challenge.

It was actually done – or at least partially.

You smirk.

Challenge 1/3 complete.

Maybe you should have stayed the night, but you were gone before the sun peeked over the tree line.

Haechan was still faintly snoring when you had slipped out from underneath the covers, and he only slightly stirred when you accidentally banged your toe on his gaming chair. His parted lips, and tinged cheeks made him look like an innocent angel.

One that you corrupted.

As you hurriedly walk back to your dorm building, you can’t help but feel a little bit of guilt fluttering about your stomach.

“Was this really a one-time thing?” he had asked right before his eyes had fluttered closed.

You had sighed, fidgeting with a thread on his comforter, “I don’t know Hyuck… maybe… I – I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Perhaps his shoulders had deflated with disappointment at your response, but you’d like to think he was just tired.

“Okay, let’s pretend it never happened then. Everything can go back to normal and… and if you want, I’ll be here to satisfy you again.” He had grinned then, although rather grim.

“Deal.”

You shoulder your dorm door and drop your bag on the kitchen table before grabbing a water out of the fridge. Thirstily gulping, you realize that even though it was his first time, he knew how to wear you out.

Points for that, you think.

You quietly slip into your room and take a seat at your desk after tossing the crushed plastic bottle into the trashcan. This is the moment you've been waiting for - a chance to rate the very first boy in the challenge. You grab a stray notebook from a stack nearby, open it to a fresh page, and begin.

Points for doing good his first time…Points for multiple positions…Points for eating you out first…Points for being whiny…Points for being eager…

There wasn’t really a system for your rating, but you take a satisfied look at the number and nod your head.

Congratulation Hyuck, you’ve received a 7.4/10, you think.

Despite it being his first time, he did exceptionally well. Who else could have lasted as long as he did, said the things he did, or fucked the way he did. Slowly, you find yourself slipping back into the memories, a play-by-play from start to finish – until a ping from your pocket drags you out.

Your heart leaps up in your throat.

What if it was him? What if he was asking why you left?

When you pull your phone out from your back pocket, you sigh in relief. It was just Jaemin.

You toss your phone onto your desk and slump against the chair. Jaemin didn’t press the question of why you were up… and hopefully he didn’t say anything during breakfast.

Pushing yourself upright, you dance through the laundry strewn across your floor and into the bathroom.

Despite what you said, you also had to wash the sex smell away. God, you were becoming just like Jaemin. Up at the ass crack of dawn to shower off cum and sweat and spit. Unexpectedly, you grip the shower curtain as a thought bounces around the inside of your skull.

Na Jaemin was just getting his dick wet… with Yeji, of all people. One of his recurring fwb situations.. But.. he was fucking her.

The video he had showed you the first night flashes through your brain. His cock thick and proud, pushing into the girl so fluidly, so rhythmically, so intensely. Until she squirted and he laughed. He had fucking laughed. You remember what he had said, “God you’re so fucking hot. NaNa did that, didn’t he? Mhm…come here pretty girl.”

And even though Haechan had pounded you into the next week, you feel yourself clenching around nothing.

Don’t worry Jaemin, your turn is next.

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[colebabey888]

A few DIY beauty secrets I began doing to elevate my "natural" look | IT GIRL DIARIES

something that I noticed over the years, when looking to enhance your natural beauty, there are 4 main points that build the first impression, hair, eyes, brows and lips..

I have naturally bushy brows that I used to manage with eyebrow gel, but it would start flaking during the day, which gave me the ickk. So, I began laminating them with a kid-friendly relaxer every two weeks (my eyebrows grow pretty fast, which is why I do it so often and i don't get them professionally done because i don't trust people with my brows lol).

I always tweeze my eyebrows instead of waxing them; they seem to grow back slower that way + it's easier to do, just grab a tweezer along with a pocket mirror and you can do it anywhere if you see a hair out of place. ( don't over do it though, i made this mistake and it went horribly, just keep them neat )

Get your lashes laminated !!! Natural lashes are so classy and I don't have to worry about putting on mascara or falsies. This I'd get done professionally though lmao, I would do this myself but I'm way to scared to be messing with anything chemically so close to my eyes, so it isn't necessarily a diy but still, get it done!

ALWAYS make sure your hair, eyes (lashes) and eyebrows are done! You don't have to have a silk press, falsies and freshly waxed brows 24/7 but make sure they're neat. These are the key features that attracts people's attention when youre speaking to them

I have tight 4b type hair, and I used to have to lay my edges with gel or edge control because of how fluffy they'd get when I wore my curls out, but it was super damaging from constantly pulling on them and having them laid down. So, I started relaxing my edges every 3-6 months. Now, all I use is a bit of hairspray to keep them tamed, and now it doesn't puff up even during workouts and it lasts my whole silk press. Yes, my curls are still thriving.

I do weekly deep conditioning, monthly hot oil treatments, routine trims, and always use a heat protectant and frizz control when doing silk presses to stretch them out and minimize heat application. ( my hair has grown so much, leave your hair alone and only feed it when it's hungry! )

you'll hear everyone talking about silk bonnets, but as someone who hates the feeling of having anything on their head or in their face, I always took it off unknowingly throughout the night and it defeated the purpose, so i got silk pillow cases instead, game changer! i don't wrap my hair as often anymore and i don't experience frizz anymore.

I apply a face mask every week depending on what my skin is lacking, whether it’s moisture or something else. It just keeps my face looking fresh and plump in between professional monthly facials.

I use a lip tint every third day. It makes makeup application easier, and it doesn’t wear off throughout the day so i don't have to re-apply lipstick continuously. It also gives my lips a bit more colour so now I just leave the house with a pretty gloss or plain lip balm.

I take zinc supplements religiously!

Vitamin C everyday, all day. Lemon wedge in my greentea for breakfast, orange for a lunchtime snack and a naartjie for a late night movie. My skin is glowinggg!

hair removal cream! this is so slept on, i no longer shave or wax, both of them have caused ingrowns for me and accentuate my strawberry legs. i use hair removal cream now and i don't think I'll ever go back! i use it probably every week or so depending on how much growth i have, it's so easy and mess free. apply it before you get in the shower and use an exfoliating glove to slide it off gently and continue with your normal wash routine. always apply tissue oil and moisturizer after! baby soft skin all day, everyday!

It's not much, but these small changes have completely transformed my overall look. i do them specifically for those actual no makeup days where i want to give my skin a break from makeup or where im working out but still want to look prettyyy and done up..it's like a wash and go except it's for your face lmao, anyways

mwah! xoxo, colebabey8.88

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[deanssluvr]

JOOST WITH A GIRLY!READER HCS

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

content: RPF. sfw + nsfw. pre-established relationship.

a/n: randomly felt the urge to write this at 3am.

SFW

- your style was the first thing he noticed about you when you met. you were a pink floral dress and heels with ribbons that decorated your hair. he thought you were beautiful. you took his staring as something negative at first, but was relieved when he complimented your outfit.

- you were nervous to bring him over to your place, but he was absolutely mesmerized by the way it was decorated.

- one of his favorite dates with you was when you both went to build a bear. you had asked him to get matching bears with you to which he happily agreed. you both settled on getting frogs. his green and yours pink. you dressed yours like a princess and he dressed his like spider-man. at the end you both exchanged them, so you kept his and vice versa.

- you both send pictures of each other doing things with said stuffed animals. like he’d send a pic of him out shopping with it or you’d send a pic cooking with it.

- he noticed your love of decorating so he goes out of way to buy you things that reminds him of you. whether it be little trinkets, a stuffed animal, or a record that he thinks you’d like.

- you have heavily influenced his style since he’s been with you.

- he always handles your stuffed animals with care. talks to them as well.

“how do you think she looks?” he looks down at the stuffed bunny in his hand and nods as if listening to a second opinion. “me too. i think she looks beautiful.”

- he enjoys sitting and watching you do your makeup and skin care routine. likes seeing how much care you put into it. there are a few times where he asked you to do his makeup. sometimes it was just simple eyeliner, but he loved it.

- on that same note you asked if he wanted to do a face mask with you one night and his face lit up immediately. now every once in a while you include him in your skincare routine.

- he lets you paint his nails a new color almost every week and always lets you pick the color. sometimes he just matches with whatever color your nail set is at the time.

- ties your shoes and buckles your heels for you without asking.

- you never pay for anything while he’s around because he never gives you the chance. dinner? new clothes? a piece of jewelry you looked at for only a few seconds? he’s already got his card out for you.

- he sleeps better at your place. it’s mostly because of you, but also because of how goddamn comfortable your bed is. the thick soft comforter? the many fluffy pillows? the pink sheets? he’d always fall asleep quickly in your bed.

- enjoys taking baths over showers with you. loves the scent of your soap you use and the bubbles you put in it. loves the way your hands gently wash him.

- learns how to do your hair. watches so many videos and asked you one day if he could do it. you spent the day doing your hair with him. he looked so concentrated and you found it so sweet.

NSFW

- he is obsessed with how you look in your lingerie sets. he loves the way the delicate lace and satin looks on you. he’s always hesitant to take it off of you.

- although he loved everything you wore, he had to admit that you in skirts were always his favorite. maybe it’s because your legs just look so good in them, or it’s actually because he loves thinking about how pretty they are pushed up your hips while he fucks you from behind. who knows?

- he turns your stuffed animals around whenever you both fuck. he told you it’s because he doesn’t want them to watch.

- he actually prefers having sex at your place though he never tells you. your bed is just so comfy with all the pillows and soft blankets that you layer on it.

- nothing but praise. even when he’s pounding into you harshly or fucking himself further into your throat, he’s still whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“so pretty taking my cock like this.”

“fuck, you’re so perfect”

“you’re doing so good for me schat.”

- loves the way you say his name. you could just be trying to get his attention and he’d melt at how his name sounds on your tongue. but he especially loves hearing you moan his name when your fucking. how desperate you sound for him almost brings him over the edge every time.

- won’t admit it, but the way you smell turns him on. when you hug him or simply just sit next to him and he could smell that perfume that he loves, he’s already getting hard.

- eats you out like you’re his last meal. would do it for hours if he could. prefers giving you head over anything. just loves the way you taste and even more so the sounds you make.

[small-sinclair]

Cotton Candy Dream

Bo Sinclair x plus size fem!reader

Slasher band!au

Inspired by @living-dead-author

⚠️NSFW. 18+ ONLY! NO MINORS⚠️

Contains: sexual photos for Bo, him eating you out, dirty talk, rough/passionate sex, fingering, cock warming, it’s kinda fluffy and smutty. NOT PROOFREAD.

He came home after tour, and you were ready for him.

Bo hung his hat on his hook and saw your photo, smiling like the sun and prettier than the stars. He can’t wait to love you, to sing for you at night, and make up for last time. He brought back postcards from every place he’s been for your collection. He also brought back a sweatshirt from St. Louis; it had the state flower on it and the arches.

Bo took off his boots at the stool and looked down. Looking back at him was a face down photo. He took it in his hands and turned it. It’s a photo of you in front of of a mirror wearing a bright red, skin tight, short dress. Your hair was down and looked like it was floating. He swallowed hard as looked down at it. The more he looked at it, the more he felt breathless.

Taking steps into the house, he found another one face down. He picks it off the couch and looks at the picture—

Bo felt his heart stop.

It was you wearing thinly laced socks and pastel blue underwear with a matching tub-top. You laid out in white sheets with your hand up your shirt to give a little peek just to tease him.

He grit his teeth and took in a sharp breath. As he looked up the steps leading to the bedroom, there was a picture in a simple white frame. He came up the steps and picked it up. His pants felt too tight as his eyes gazed on your photograph. All you wore was his hat and a smile. He felt his knees buckle as he traced over your curves. Looking up the steps, he thundered up to find you only to stop again and took the photo off the wall. It was you in all your glory with your makeup beautiful and hair down.

Bo had to find you.

He had to take off his belt and pulled his shirt off as he came closer to the bedroom. The smell of sweet strawberries and honeysuckle put him in a trance as he followed your outlined footsteps.

All of it was worth the follow as he stood in the doorway. He looked at you as you sat on the bed in pastel blue lingerie and white laced socks. He saw every thing he loves about you: curves, stretch marks along your waist, little freckles on your shoulders and arms. He swallowed hard as he leaned against the doorway, mouth going dry.

You smiled at him brightly, the cotton candy dream coming to life in his very eyes. “Welcome home, Bo,” you said sweetly. “Do you like the photos I left?”

Bo pushed himself off the door and held up the pictures. “Ya knew what you were doing, huh?” He asked, a smirk growing. He sets the photos down then takes off his socks. “Sweetheart, in all my days I never thought you would do somethin’ like this.”

You nodded as you moved away on the bed for him to sit and climb up to meet you. “Just missed ya.” The weight made the bed sink as he was on top, both hands on either side of you. “You’ve been gone forever.”

He laughs to himself as he kisses your forehead then trailed down to your neck, nipping at your skin just enough to hear a whimper escape. “Gods, I missed ya, too,” he admits. “Missed your touch an’ your sweet smile.” He kisses your neck. “Every concert I thought of you. Even when I looked out into the crowd, I would see ya in the front row.” His hands held your hips and buried his face into your shoulder, kissing the stretch marks he saw.

You giggle as you combed through his hair. “I lost some weight while you were gone,” you had a proud smile on. “It’s just ten pounds, but I’m happy about it.”

He smile against your skin as his kisses trailed down to your stomach. “Yeah? So proud of you,” he kisses a long stretch mark that went from your lower stomach to your hips. “So, so sweet and soft.”

His eyes looked up at you then your lips. “Kiss me?” You asked.

“Ya never need to ask,” he hums. He lifts himself up and kisses your lips passionately. You tasted like chocolate dipped strawberries and felt like a marshmallow in his touch. “I love you,” he whispers, “I love you.” He sits up to admire you once more. “Now, ya started something, sweetheart, and I’m gonna finish it.”

Bo lifts your hand and kisses it. “I’ll take care of you… promise. I got some time to make up.” He leans down and kisses you sweetly then unbuttons his pants.

*******

Bo licked your clit and buried his face deeper into you. His hums sent chills through your body as you tried to rock your hips, but his hands held you down. His tongue swirled and sucked, falling into love of your taste. He could have the taste of you in his mouth forever. He lapped you up and ate you like a starved dog.

He sits up and kisses your lips, bruising them as his fingernails raked over your skin. His hands took your breast and kneed them as if they were rolls ready for the oven.

“Oh, darlin’, I missed ya,” he breathes, kissing the other side of your neck. “I missed ya.”

You squirmed under him and tried to find friction between you and his black boxers. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Aw, did ya really missed me like that?”

“Bo, please—“

Your back arched as he bites your shoulder, moaning into your skin. His eyes rolled back; your skin tasted like cake. He sits up and spread your legs as wide as you could go and threw them over his shoulders.

“Did you touch yourself?” He asked, shoving two fingers in you. He listened to your squeak then cry. “Play with yourself while thinkin’ of me?”

“N-no—“ your voice cracked as he shoved a third finger in. “Bo!”

“Don’t lie to me,” he warns, moving his fingers around. He felt like a puppeteer as he pulled your strings and listened to you sing. “I know ya did. I know about that little secret of yours.”

Your eyes rolled as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you slowly. You felt yourself bubbling over. “Bo, please-please…”

He kisses your thigh then bites down. His eyes rolled as you heard you moan his name. “You can’t be doin’ that,” he says. “Only I can make you feel good.” He kisses another part of your thigh. “But I’m jus’ as guilty as sin.” His eyes met yours. “I thought about you when nights were too hot. I imagined you bent over in the tour bus, you pressed against the walls while a crowd watched,” he shivers as he felt you squeeze around his fingers. “I thought about you on your knees while I’m in the bloody priest outfit.”

“Gods, Bo!” Even him describing the situation made the edge in you yarn and dig. Two of the theee things sounded doable, though, but you’ll never tell him. Never. “Please-please, fuck me.”

He pulls his fingers out, licking them. His eyes rolled back as he savored in your taste. “Girl, you’re too sweet for me.” He looks down at you and grins. He felt so love struck by you that he couldn’t help himself but get lost in your eyes. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

Bo pushes himself into you slowly, feeling his eyes roll back, and heard your cry for him drive a knife through his throat. He left you alone for ten months. Ten months too long. He’s selfish; never once did he come home to visit. He left you here so alone with the pet fish in the tank down stairs and a room filled with plants and flowers. How many nights did you call out for him? How many times did you think of him? Missed him?

He was going to make up for it. All of it.

“So-so tight, baby girl,” he breathes. “So-so sweet and soft. So warm and pretty.” He threw his head back once he was fully in. He saw stars as he felt you clinch around him like a lifeline as you tried to find your own pleasure.

He pulls out before slamming back into you. He ruthlessly thrusted into you, hitting a pot he knows you love, and rocked his hips against you. He took his time as he heard you scream his name and cry out loud. He leaned down and kissed your tears as his thrust became deeper and deeper. He knows the pain of missing someone. He knows your pain and hated that he left you alone for this long.

“Forgive me,” he grunts in your ear as he runts into you. “Forgive me for-for being gone ‘is fuckin’ long.” He bites down into your shoulder as he felt you moan, the noise vibrating through your skin and in his teeth. “‘M so cruel. So cruel. Leaving’ ya wanting an’ alone.”

His arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. A hand around your waist and one behind your head. “Look at me,” he growled, fucking you faster and faster. “Look at me in the eyes an’ tell me you forgive me. Tell me, sweetheart.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to focus on him. Your arms wrap around his neck and brought your head forward to bump heads with him. Your eyes found his sweet blue eyes that you could get lost in forever and drown in. “I-I forgive you. I forgive you, Bo—!”

Your words got caught in your throat as he lowered you back down into the sheets. You clenched around him as you felt your body aching and slipping. You didn’t mean to scratch his back as you cummed on his cock. You never cummed hard like this before. You lost your breath as he thrusts through your high, chasing his own lust and need for you. His grunts turned into a growl as he came with you shortly after. It was something you never felt before from him, too. Black spots in your eyes, stars in your vision, your body turning numb under him and turning into putty under him. His thrust became sloppy and sluggish as he slowed down to a stop.

“N-no,” you whimpered, holding onto his hips as he started to pull out. “No… stay-stay like this.”

He nods as he lowered himself down, kissing your lips gently, and rested his head in your shoulder. He breathed heavily against you as he felt himself become limp. “Darlin’,” he managed to say, turning his head to meet with your warm face and soft eyes. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

He felt you slump against him, leaning into his touch. “You here for good?”

“Yeah, for a month or so,” he confirms. “I’m here with you, sugar.”

You smiled at his words. “Good… good.” You whimpered as he pulls out, missing his warmth, and pulled you up. You rested against his chest as started to drift off. “I love you, Bo.”

“I love you more,” he kisses your head and let you drift off safely in his arms. He holds you close as he looked up at the ceiling and the glow stars you put up.

You’re his favorite symphony. His only and greatest symphony.

[elliesmainhoe]

i actually need military! ellie surprising her wife at home i woudl die sksksk

sorry this is so randkm😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

Miss me sugar?

Military!Ellie X Reader imagine

Summary: After three months of deployment, Ellie returns home.

Contents: fluff, southern!Ellie, mentions of nudes, kisses, Ellie picks you up, a little bit of suggestive language, pet name use 'Doll and sugar',

It was the first deployment you and Ellie had went through as a couple, and god it was torturous. You missed her desperately, her beautiful freckled face and gorgeous laugh, you both sent letters to eachother, you to her more often than not.

It saddened you to hear from her so little, but you understood why, she was deployed in a country recovering from war- writing a letter to you wouldn't be her main priority, but you still felt a small warmth of comfort whenever you sent her a letter.

Unbeknownst to you- a warmth of happiness also comforted Ellie by your letters. The contents was always a a4 piece of paper, your handwriting scribbled on both sides tucked and folded into a white paper envelope along with two polaroids.

One of them was you sitting on the sandy beach that was located near your home, wearing your favourite summer dress and straw sun hat- wind in your hair as it blew behind you . The other was a selfie, you laying on your shared bed, makeup all messy and hair sprawled out on the pillow behind you- smudged eyeliner and glossy red lips, you wore a white spaghetti strapped vest, hard nipples pressing through the material.

Lets just say you helped with keeping her entertained during those long nights laying wide awake on the bottom bunk on one of the many bunk beds that were pushed up against the side of the white washed concrete wall in the shared.

She had missed you so much, her heart throbbed every time she looked upon that pretty Polaroid and the letter you sent her every three weeks. When she got the call that she could return home a month earlier than what was planned, she was ecstatic- finding it hard not to schedule a phone call home, announcing the good news.

But another idea nibbled at her, she'd seen those cute videos of soldiers surprising their wives by coming home early. The idea of seeing your suprise face, soft lips parted in suprise and eyes wide as you wrapped your arms around her neck for the first time in so long made her brain melt.

Well.... Fuck it.

•••••••••••

The soft chirps of twittering birds echoed throughout the otherwise silent suburban neighborhood, a soft breeze fluttering past her hair as she opened the door of her Uber Infront of the blue home that you and Ellie owned.

She thanked the driver, lugging out the black suitcase and slung the grey duffle bag over her shoulder as her boot clad feet began trailing up the stone path leading up to the porch, soft sun shining through the doors stained glass window, casting a colorful glow on the warm wooded floor of your hallway.

You were brushing your teeth when the sound of the doorbell rang through your house, you spat out the toothpaste, wiping your mouth before signing as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Pink stripped pyjama set, hair tied-up, out of the way and messy, your eyes still half closed, well you don't really think that looking good for the Amazon man is that important.

Fluffy socks met the carpeted staircase as you walked down yelling a small "Coming!" So whoever was at the door didn't leave, assuming the house vacant.

Your hand met the cold metal of the door handle, pushing down and pulling towards you. Your heart stopped. Your heartbeat loud in your ears, as you gazed at the brunette- eyes glassed over.

"Ells...? Is that really you...?" You whimpered, followed by a small sniffle.

"Hi sugar..."

Before you knew it, your arms wrapped themselves securely round her neck, squeezing tightly as her arms wrapped around your waist in return.

"Missed me?" She laughed into your hair.

"so... So much"

You looked up, your own eyes locking with her green ones, she pressed her lips against yours, tongues dancing with eachother- your hand moving from her neck to cup her cheek tenderly, massaging the supple skin in a circular motion.

"Think we should take this upstairs doll?.." she smirked suggestively, mouth mere centimeters away from yours-

You could only nod in reply.

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This is really short and kinda rushed </33, but it's so cute 🫶

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[ash5monster01]

Red Lips

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, dirty talk, lust, friends to lovers arc.

Summary: To Charlie you’d always just been Y/N. Always there, always reliable. No use flirting with a girl that was practically one of the guys. But then you got older, and started wearing red lipstick, and Charlie realized he had one too many dirty thoughts about those lips.

word count: 2,698

Masterlist

Makeup wasn’t your favorite thing in the world. That being said you still wore it. Yet you always went for the more natural look, not painting your face like some of the girls in school. Those were also the same girls who got mad when boys asked you out instead of them. You really had no need for eccentric makeup but when you got older and landed the job of your dreams, you realized you had to step up your game a bit. So you started pairing your look with a simple red lip, bold but still not too much.

Charlie always thought of you as the girl next door. After a year of trying to flirt with you he gave up. He figured you’d just always be around, and you were. You were when you both went to the same college, and you were when you both started working at the same business firm. You were his best friend after Neil died. So were the other boys but he didn’t see them as much as he saw you. You were always there, never having to question if he needed you or not. The most reliable person in his life, and there was absolutely no need to mess that up.

That was until you walked into the employee party. For the first time in his life he saw your lips painted with a perfect cherry red. The moment you spotted him the crimson corners upturned into a grin. Flashing your white teeth behind them like red curtains opening on a stage. He swore his heart skipped a beat, the sight of you enough to turn every head in the room. He used the time it took you approaching to clear his head so he didn’t sound like a blubbering fool in front of you.

“Hey Char” you smiled at him, the nickname sitting perfectly on your ruby lips. He had never loved the shortened version of his name more. Especially since you were the only person who used it.

“Y/N, you look ravishing” he grinned back, grabbing your hand to spin you in a turn, and really take in the sight of you. The little black dress, the bright lips in contrast. He wasn’t sure he would make it through the night.

“Oh don’t be a kiss ass” you swatted his chest, shaking your head. Some of your hair fell into your face and he was quick to push it away.

“Baby, I’m not lying. Everyone here is checking you out” you rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Charlie was a natural charmer, but you knew he was being serious about this.

“Come on Mr. Flirt, come buy me a drink” you told him. Normally Charlie wasn’t one to act so possessive around you, but his hand instantly found your back and led you to the bar where he would happily oblige and buy you as many drinks as you wanted.

“So, red huh?” Charlie asked after a while, you both contently sipping from your drinks. He leaned against the bar leisurely, eyeing you like a predator eyed his prey.

“You like it?” Charlie felt his chest tighten, wishing there was a way he could describe to you just how fucking much he loved it.

“More than anything” he told you, making sure you knew that from the way he was looking at you. You instantly became nervous under his stare, realizing your minor change was enough to awaken something in the most reliable person in your life. “I had the same shade in high school you know?”

“Lipstick?” Charlie nodded, sending a chuckle past your lips.

“I’d draw a lighting bolt on my chest with it, it was an Indian warrior symbol for virility. I was convinced it would drive girls crazy. I called it getting red” Charlie didn’t admit he still did it from time to time, figuring it couldn’t hurt.

“Did it ever work?” you asked, looking perfectly innocent and sweet. Charlie wouldn’t mind a bit if you were the one who got him red tonight. He wished you would smear the lipstick all over his mouth, neck, and well, you know.

“Not yet, but I have a feeling it might work for you tonight” the deep blush on your cheeks nearly matched the stain on your lips. Charlie loved that he was able to get that reaction from you.

“Someone must’ve had one too many drinks” you justified his behavior, not used too flirty Charlie. Yet Charlie stepped closer, wanting you to know how serious he was.

“This is my first one. Fact. Those red lips are driving me insane. Fact. You’re the only girl in my life. Fact. And you’re the only one I want in it. Also a fact” your breath hitched in your throat as he said this. Charlie hadn’t flirted with you since the early Welton days. You never would’ve figured he kept a crush all these years.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” you began to shake your head but he placed a hand on your hip and you gasped like it lit you on fire.

“I’ve been attracted to you my whole life Y/N. But those red lips, that’s something I can’t ignore. Getting red never worked for me but I have a feeling if you’re the one putting lipstick on me it would” the dirty thoughts flooded your mind and without even noticing you pressed your thighs together. The idea of looking at Charlie through your eyelashes as he fell apart underneath you was too much to bare.

“Why haven’t you made a move until now?” you asked and Charlie moved the hand from your hip and to your back to pull you closer.

“I didn’t want to risk losing you. I still don’t, but if I don’t do something about this I might actually go insane” and suddenly Charlie was flush against you and the feeling of him half hard in his trousers elicited a whimper you couldn’t contain.

“You’d never lose me Char” you told him, entirely aware of the fact that it took almost no convincing from him for you to bend completely at his will.

“If that’s true, why don’t we get out of here” he told you, smile resting perfectly on his face. The idea that he was turned on just by the fact you wore red lips was enough to send you running into his arms. So when you nodded and he started guiding you towards the door you did everything in your power to guarantee your knees didn’t buckle beneath you.

You both kept quiet, anticipating what the time alone could mean for you both. You never thought changing up your makeup would be the tipping point of a long waiting game with Charlie. Now in just a few moments your entire relationship was going to change and even though that was scary, this was something you both wanted for a long time. So when both the elevator doors shut Charlie had you pushed against the wall instantaneously. His face was so close you could barely see him but the way his lips slightly brushed yours as he breathed heavily had you humming in satisfaction. You knew he was holding back, asking himself if crossing this line was worth the risk. So you made the decision for him.

Grabbing the back of his head you smashed your lips against his, taking in a breath from his air. It took him no time to react at all as his arms circled around your waist. You were shocked at first by how soft his lips were, they were one of the few things on Charlie’s body you had never touched. His hands were normally calloused and tough, but his lips were like pillows made of clouds. The feeling addicting. Then you noticed how his mouth tasted like cherries and the scotch he had just been drinking. A mix that tasted better than anything you had ever imagined. Your tongue explored every inch that you could before curling around his own. He let out a heavy grunt as you pulled back, biting his lip and pulling it with you in the process. He heaved a breath as the elevator doors opened, more guests stood outside, giving you both looks as you ushered out the doors.

“What were they looking at?” Charlie asked, hand on your back as he led you out the doors to get a cab.

“Maybe your clown makeup slick” you grabbed his face, rubbing a thumb over some of the lipstick you had smeared across his face.

“No, stop” he quickly grabbed your hand, pulling it from his face. “This lipstick is staying exactly where it is, that way everyone knows who I’m kissing and to back off”

“I should’ve started wearing red lipstick so much sooner” you said to yourself before you both climbed into a cab. Charlie’s heart nearly soared over the fact you finally admitted that you’ve wanted this as much as him. The ride to Charlie’s apartment seemed so long you thought you might lose it. By the way he was bouncing his leg you figured he felt the same way too. Once you finally got there he couldn’t pull you inside soon enough.

“I hope you brought extra because you’re going to need to reapply” Charlie told you with a dopey grin before planting a kiss on your lips. As his hands fumbled with the zipper on your dress you dug into your purse, blindly feeling for the tube of lipstick. Once Charlie realized that was what you were doing he started to kiss your neck, slowly dragging the zipper down your back.

Once you had the lipstick in your hands you popped open the cap and Charlie stepped back to watch you apply it on your lips. You took your time, watching as he removed his jacket, then his tie, and then his shirt. His eyes didn’t move from your lips once. You slowly dropped your arms, allowing the dress the fall in a heap at your feet. Charlie sucked in a quick rush of air to see your undergarments matched the red

of your lips.

“Charlie Dalton at a loss for words, I never thought I’d see the day” you smiled, approaching him with the lipstick still in your hand.

“There isn’t a word on earth that could describe how ethereal this feeling is” he whispered and you smiled as you moved to drag the lipstick along his chest. Charlie watched as you zagged the tube through his chest hair, the kind he didn’t have in high school. Once you were finished a bright red lighting bolt was left on his chest.

“You’re driving me crazy” and that was all it took for Charlie to scoop you up and rush you towards his bedroom. You kissed upon his face, neck, and shoulders as he moved you across the apartment. Leaving sticky red lips completely in your wake. Once Charlie reached the bed, he dropped you down before fumbling with the buckle on his pants. Slowly you sat up and nudged his hands away, to do it yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N” he had imagined this moment with you thousands of times before but never had he thought how perfect you would actually be. It was like everything he imagined you somehow did it better. Once his pants were in a pool at his feet he quickly stepped out and jumped on top of you in the bed.

Quickly your lips found his as his hand cupped over you breast. You whimpered softly as he kneaded at the soft flesh, and you instinctively started nudging your hips against his own at the feeling. Finally he reached around and unclasped the red fabric. The minute it left your body his lips were on your breasts, a hand occupying whichever one he wasn’t sucking.

“Oh, Char” the use of his nickname edged him on and he ventured his kisses farther down until he was met with the red fabric covering your mound. Slowly his slipped a finger under the seam, pulling it to the side and exposing your arousal to the cool air. You writhed against the mattress, waiting for him to do anything. Then suddenly his mouth was on you and you arched back into the mattress. Charlie tasted you in every possible way, realizing you were the sweetest thing on earth.

“Use your fingers, please Char” you whimpered, hands tangled in his chestnut locks as he continued to lap at your wetness. You could feel him smile against you as his finger pushed its way inside of you. You moaned loudly, which caused Charlie to movie faster and add more fingers. Once you were crumpling beneath him he pulled back, a dopey grin on his face.

“You enjoy that baby?” he asked and you nodded as he hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pulled them down his waist. You gasped as he revealed himself, tall and proud. Then you smirked as you get an idea.

“Lay down Char” you told him, tugging him onto the bed. You stood up, removing your own panties before dropping to your knees in front of him. Once Charlie realized what you were doing his head fell back on the mattress, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. While he wasn’t looking you took him in your hand, giving a good few rubs before pressing your mouth to his tip. He hissed as you opened up and started to take him as much as you could. Where your mouth couldn’t reach you used your hands, and he slowly bucked his hips into your face. You continued to suck until he was pushing you off. Once Charlie saw the lipstick smeared all over his hard-on he fell back down onto the mattress again.

“Baby, I need to be inside of you right now” he said and you smiled as you stood up and straddled his waist. Charlie sucked air through his teeth as you grabbed him again, brushing the tip through your folds until slowly pressing yourself down into him. His hands grabbed your waist, smiling until you were fully sat.

“You look like an angel” he told you and he wished you could see how pretty you looked, completely naked, sitting on top of him. You smiled before slowly lifting yourself and dropping back down. Once you found a rhythm you both moaned together loudly, lipstick smeared all of your chin. The kisses and lighting bolt on his chest smeared as well. Yet you didn’t care because no one had ever made you feel like this before.

“I’m close” you told him, squeezing your eyes shut as he started meeting up at you with thrusts. The feeling was like heaven on earth.

“Me too baby, you feel so good” his praise turned you on, tightening around him which made him groan. The feeling encouraged his movement and suddenly he was thrusting up into you faster and harder. It took only moments to come on top of him, squeezing him for all he was worth. Charlie followed closely behind, arrogant over the fact he had made you come twice. You fell against him, red lighting bolt pressed between your sweaty skin. He kept his arms wrapped around you, neither of you moving as he sat completely stuffed inside of you.

“That was amazing” you whispered, pressing another kiss to his chest.

“That had to be the best night of my life” he told you, and you smiled as you lifted your head to look at him.

“If you’re going to react like this every time, I’m wearing red lipstick every day for the rest of my life” Charlie chuckled as he pulled you up, sliding out of you in the process, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He had never felt so much kissing someone before. He had never felt so much in general, and he was disappointed he wasted all these years.

“I intend to do this every night for the rest of our lives, red lipstick or not”

[bunniekittiee]

Could you do headcanons for Syzoth and Raiden with a fem!reader who’s in a band?

Pairings: Syzoth x Fem. Reader | Raiden x Fem. Reader

A/N: Of course! I’ll do a fem! reader in a glam metal band. I hope you don’t mind that! I thought it would be a little interesting to go that route, especially with how the glam metal look can be dramatic. Also this is my first time writing for Syzoth so I hope he isn’t too ooc. And these are super long so I apologize, I was setting up the entire backstory to it!!

Summary: Reader is in a band. Syzoth and Raiden have never heard of the genre “glam metal”. When going to one of her shows, they fall in love with her and want something more with her.

(Y/N is used once)

Syzoth-

Johnny had convinced him to go out with him and Kenshi to a small show on Sunset Blvd.

Syzoth did not know the significance of this place, nor did he care. He was not an Earthrealmer. And he was worried the Earthrealmers would catch on and see that he is not human.

Johnny told him to loosen up and have fun. He knew who was playing at the concert as they were good friends. She got them the tickets actually.

Syzoth was a little claustrophobic with the amount of people in the building. He had almost lost Johnny and Kenshi a few times.

He did get a little annoyed when someone stepped on his feet and people were pushing past him.

It just made him want to eat the next person alive who ticked him off.

But after some time, the lights began to dim and the music started to play.

Now, Syzoth was not familiar with much music, let alone Earthrealm music. So this was all new to him.

The guitars blared, the drums were booming, and the singer was belting out notes like crazy.

The crowd was going wild, loudly screaming and singing along as they continued to play.

From what Syzoth could understand as Johnny yelled at him, the guitarist was the one who gave him the tickets.

He studied her from afar, watching her headbang and play her guitar like it was second nature. Her hair was teased up in a hairstyle that Syzoth had not seen before.

It was quite poofy and long. The band’s style was also different than what he has seen before. She was wearing lots of leather with ripped garments.

To top it all off, she wore makeup to accentuate her features and give her what Syzoth guessed went along with the style of the band.

Quite frankly, he thought she was absolutely beautiful. She was different. She was her own character. And Syzoth liked that about her.

After about an hour and a half, the show had concluded, but the men’s night was not. Johnny snuck them backstage, knocking on her door.

She opened it, grinning at the actor. “Johnny! It’s nice to see you!” She hugged him and let them inside, looking at the new faces.

“This is Kenshi,” Johnny motioned to the ex-Yakuza member. “And this is Syzoth.”

“Nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N!” She replied. She looked at the Zaterran. “I like your name. I think it’s pretty cool.”

“Thank you.” He responded with a small smile. “As yours is as well.”

She tilted her head slightly at his style of speaking, but Johnny quickly distracted her by complimenting the show and asking more questions.

Meanwhile, Syzoth was able to get a better look at her. She had a nose piercing in silver/gold. Her eye makeup was green (teehee), and she was gorgeous.

Deep in thought, he did not realize that they were all staring at him.

“Uhhh, what’s going on?” He asked with a confused look on his face.

“I asked about your tattoos.” She motioned to his face. “Did it hurt badly around your eye?”

He shook his head and explained that it wasn’t painful. She complimented his tattoo, saying how it was really interesting how it went down the rest of his body.

He thought it was sweet. She was sweet. He wanted to get to know her more. But their time was up together, and they had to leave.

Returning back to Outworld, Syzoth could not get her out of his mind. She haunted him every single day. He wanted to see her again.

Johnny noticed the changes in his friend and asked him what was going on. Syzoth opened up and spilled his feelings about her.

Johnny grinned. “How about I set you two up on a date? She’s been talking about you too, Sy.”

Feeling relieved yet accomplished, Syzoth agreed to going on a date with her. Although he could not stomach human food, he could try to. Just for her.

When the date came, Johnny made sure they were together before he left to do whatever he had planned. He winked at Syzoth before leaving.

Her look was a little toned down. It was not as dramatic as the day of her show, but she still has her own character.

They decided to go to a small cafe where not many people went. She liked the quiet as she told Syzoth this. As much as she was surrounded by loudness, she truly liked the quiet.

At the cafe, they ordered coffee and small pastries. Syzoth felt his anxiety rise a bit as he realized he would have to force down his croissant.

But while waiting, he was so enamored by her. She talked about her band, playing guitar, her interests, and even asked Syzoth about how he liked the genre and what his favorite music was.

But truth be told, the lizard did not have a favorite genre. He was a little lame when it came to music. So he fumbled over his words telling her this.

Eventually, their snacks were ready, and Syzoth felt himself sweat as he stared at his croissant. It was revolting. But he needed to look normal. He had already got the tea down (which he was used to having), so the croissant couldn’t be too bad, right?

Wrong, he was suffering. Eat bite he took was hell. He had asked her the history of glam metal to which she was talking about a few bands that he could hear through his intense nausea. Motley Crue, Hanoi Rocks, Skid Row, Cinderella, Dokken, and something about a White Snake had caught Syzoth’s attention.

As she was explaining George Lynch’s twelfth fret discovery, Syzoth felt his stomach lurch. He tried to play it off, but his pallid skin and almost green cheeks seemed to give it away.

“Are you okay, Sy?” She asked him, concerned for his health. “You look really sick.”

“I am… just fine.” He replied with a faint smile. “You were saying about the twelfth fret?”

“Sy, let’s get you to the bathroom.” She said as she got up. She grabbed his wrist and led him to the bathroom. They had a few looks shot at them, but Syzoth did not even realize it.

He tried to keep it to himself as he did not want to expose to this lovely woman that he just met that he was not human. But Zaterran bile was never too nice to porcelain toilets.

She realized that there was something off when his bile was a bright green color and was steaming. But she wasn’t scared.

She gently rubbed his back as he threw up, his body rejecting the human food very quickly. He could not last well.

After cleaning up and realizing that there was no way to fix the now melting toilet, they decided to leave and get fresh air at the park.

It was a silent walk as both of them were unsure of what to say. But when they sat down on a park bench, she turned to him.

“I know it’s none of my business, but Sy, what are you? Your puke melted a porcelain toilet. Humans can’t do that.” She looked concerned for him.

He wanted to tell her the truth. But it was difficult. He sat there quietly, his eyes darting around.

“Please tell me the truth. I want to know.” She pleaded.

He explained to her that he was not of this realm. He told her about the different realms and how he was from Outworld. He was Zaterran, meaning he was a reptile. The human form was something that he was gifted but shunned for.

She listened intently, nodding her head here and there to show that she was listening. She looked at him with wide eyes.

After he was finished, he waited for her to call him a freak. To yell at him. To tell him to never come around her again.

Yet she did not. She reached out to grab his hand. “Syzoth, this date has been really good. And I don’t care what you are. To me, you are perfect.”

His heart warmed up. How sweet of you. He could almost kiss you. But not with that bile mouth of his.

She suggested an idea to improve their date and for Syzoth to feel uncomfortable. And he was fully on board.

“So, what’s a Petsmart?” He asked her as they arrived. She told him they sold bugs that he could snack on if he would like. This perked him up.

After buying 35 large crickets and a container of mealworms, the Zaterran was set. On the way to her house, she bought herself a burger and some fries with a milkshake.

They had a pleasant, yet better date at her home as they watched TV together and ate. She tried not to look at the bugs as he munched on them.

He felt his condition improve. Although the natural ones tasted better, these sufficed for the time being.

After the first date went wrong yet got better, her and Syzoth kept in touch. They both liked each other a lot, and he visited as often as possible.

Eventually, they announced they were together. Johnny asked for kudos but they rolled their eyes at him.

He may be a little butt hurt.

When she has a show going on, he comes to every single one. But this time, he isn’t in the crowd, he’s standing on the side of the stage.

He has a better view of her and doesn’t have to worry about the tons of people surrounding him. Johnny and Kenshi will sometimes tag along as well.

Before most shows, he watches her get ready and she will match her makeup to his outfit usually. Which is mainly green. And she also started to incorporate more green into her style.

Syzoth becomes very familiar with glam metal bands and eventually has his favorites. He also picks the music in the car as well. She is happy to see that he enjoys it and caught on to it quickly.

She introduced him into a different lifestyle that was opposite of his in Outworld.

She had visited Outworld a few times, and it was extremely different to say the least.

Sometimes she got weird stares and glances, but it wasn’t all too bad. It was just foreign to her.

Syzoth is grateful that Johnny had dragged him to the show that one fateful day. His life changed for the best.

Raiden-

Extremely similar to Syzoth, Raiden meets her at one of her shows that Johnny had him tag along to.

Raiden is not a fan of rock music. So this is a little torturous to him. But he’s not saying a word about it.

He’s too nice for that.

After being bumped into by sweaty people and pushed around, Raiden wants to go home.

But his eyes catch someone onstage.

Johnny had explained to them that the guitarist had given them the tickets. She was good friends with him.

Her hair was teased to the maximum extent, her clothes were ripped and skin-tight, her makeup was a little heavy with dark liners and blue eyeshadow, but she was beautiful.

Her bandmates looked a little similar to how she was dressed, so Raiden assumed it was the style that went with the music.

After the show, Johnny led them backstage where many greeted him. Guess his fame got them in.

Reaching her door, he knocked. When she opened it, she smiled at the actor. “Johnny! It’s great to see you.” She hugged him, and she waved at the men behind Johnny.

Up close, Raiden had a better view of her. She was beautiful. He tried not to stare for too long as to not seem creepy, but she truly was gorgeous.

Even though he wasn’t a fan of the music, he really liked her style. It was something new he had never seen before.

Johnny introduced them to her, and as soon as her and Raiden made eye contact, it was almost as if electricity had run up his back.

Kung Lao noticed his friend straightening up as if he was hit by a bolt of lightning and side eyed him.

She introduced herself to them. Johnny invited her to dine-in with them to which she agreed. She was always with her bandmates. She needed a break.

Shooing them out, she changed out of her show attire into something a little more comfortable. She still had the same look, but it was much more comfortable to her.

Sometimes, the clothes made her feel itchy and a little weird.

She quickly touched up her makeup and poofed her up one more time before returning to the boys. They waited patiently.

Raiden fell more in love with her.

Johnny decided on going out for burgers. He said he knew one of the best places that was near them.

But Raiden was hardly listening to him rave about the food. He was deep in his thoughts and glancing at her.

She noticed this but she stayed silent. Maybe he had never seen a glam metal artist before?

Plus, he was really cute.

They arrived to the burger joint and ordered their food, sitting down together afterwards. She sat next to Raiden and Kung Lao.

Johnny talked her ear off about glam metal and the music, making her giggle at his word vomit. He could go on for hours.

After a little bit, their food was ready. She was starving. And so was Kung Lao who inhaled his food like a human vacuum.

Raiden ate slowly. He wanted to talk to her, but he felt a little nervous. She was so pretty. So different. But he was just your average Mortal Kombat Champion.

He was the Champion. It didn’t dawn on him until now. How could he forget that important part of him?

Raiden eventually mustered up the courage to speak to her. He asked her more about the music. Her band productions. The questions that most people didn’t ask.

While she was distracted, Johnny winked at Raiden.

After eating their meals, they decided to go their separate ways. But not before she boldly kissed Raiden on the cheek as she bid them farewell. Johnny hooted at them.

Raiden was in awe. His entire body was in shock after she had kissed his cheek. It was all he thought about.

Everyday at training after the show, Raiden about the kiss. Her wonderful personality. Her kind demeanor. He wanted to see her again.

Yet, he was so busy it was hard to find the time.

Eventually, Johnny had came up to him and suggested that he and her go on a date. When Raiden found the time.

And Fate worked well, Raiden ended up with a free day. And he immediately told Johnny to set them up on a date.

When they met up again, Raiden was again, in awe. He remembered her beauty, but she looked even more beautiful than the last time he had seen her.

“Wow… you look amazing.” Raiden told her with his eyes slightly wide. She giggled and thanked him for his compliment, telling him he looked good as well.

They decided to go to the zoo! What better way to spend a day? Besides, she had been wanting to go for a while now. But she didn’t want to drag her bandmates along.

Her and Raiden carefully looked at each exhibit, pointing out the animals and commenting on how cute they were or interesting they looked.

Sometimes he would glance at her and admire her beauty. The way her eyebrows would scrunch, the way her mouth would curve into a smile, the way her eyes were shining bright.

Was he the only one who noticed these tiny details?

Raiden mustered up the courage to hold her hand, to which she held back and he just about combusted on the spot. He was really shy.

They entered the gift shop where Raiden bought her a cheetah stuffed animal. She hugged it close to her and thanked him for it. He wanted to make her happy and remember this special day.

After spending most of their afternoon at the zoo, they decided to eat at a lowkey place that was not full of people. The zoo was a little busy, and they wanted a break from the crowds.

“It’s something you can never really get used to.” She told him as they sat down. “Even I’m not used to it. And you’ve seen the venues I play in!”

They talk about music, and Raiden admits that he isn’t a fan of rock, but he would give it a try. She chuckled. “Maybe I can convince you.”

Raiden listens intently as she talks about many different bands that he had never heard of. Some had very interesting names.

He asks his own questions here and there. Mainly about playing guitar and how long she’s been playing. He’s interested in what she does and what she likes.

Eventually, their conversation had progressed for so long, it was night. Raiden took her home, but not before he kissed her on the cheek. “To repay you back.” He told her with a smile. She smiled back, a blush forming on her cheeks.

They developed into a relationship fast. And although the genre had clashed with Raiden’s presentation, he truly didn’t mind it.

She was the most important person to him. He would never let it bother him.

He liked all of her outfits that she went out in or went to shows in. They were all different from each other. And he would watch her put on her makeup and do her hair.

Sometimes he helped her tease her hair up or spray the hairspray in it.

She wore blue eyeshadow a lot more to intertwine Raiden into her glam life.

Although Raiden doesn’t enjoy the genre a lot, he will sit and listen to the music with her in the car or whenever she’s playing music.

Sometimes he will sing along, he’s just memorized the lyrics. And they will repeat in his head at the worst of times, especially when he’s training.

It’s not easy trying to do a takedown when you hear “in my dreams, it’s still the same” and a screeching guitar solo.

Raiden made sure to go to most of her concerts, but sometimes he could not make it at all. It made him sad when he couldn’t. He loved to watch her play.

Seeing her in her element was a favorite of his. He got to see what she loved doing most.

She did visit the Wu Shi Academy a few times. She did in fact shock the trainees a little bit with her bold style, but Raiden always made sure no one looked at her the wrong way or made fun of her.

He almost electrocuted Kung Lao when he decided to make a comment about Liu Kang running a part-time brothel.

Liu Kang was not amused either, and he rolled his eyes.

But she thought it was hilarious.

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Dance at a Feast

Happy New Year everyone! The good thing about having two weeks off from work is that I am able to get some writing done! I'm trying to get drafts done for a lot of fics I have plans for, so I can have some things to post when I go back to work.

Also, please feel free to make requests! I have a list of prompts which is linked below, and a master list that has the fandoms and characters I write for. If there is someone and a something not listed that would like to make a request for, feel free to and I will let you know if I know enough about it to write for it. Also feel free to make requests for this verse!

This is another part in the Covered in Steam verse. A fluffy piece between female reader and Thorin, it is set after Covered in Steam.

Warnings: Talks of a sexual nature. Dain being disrespectful - nothing insane just not acknowledging the reader as the Queen *yes I think this should be a warning*

Tag list: @catt-leya @bunson-burner

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Prompt List

Covered in Steam

You fiddled with the sleeves of your dress tugging them down before pulling them back up and then down again. You glanced at the mirror in Thorin’s, no your chamber you hadn’t slept in the chamber that was yours since that night. You wore a beautiful gown in the colours of the family of Durin, the blue almost matched that of your Kings eyes. Your hair had been left down showcasing the braids and beads that Thorin wove into it every morning. You were nervous, this was the first feast since you were behaving as a true married couple. And you didn’t want to do anything that would embarrass Thorin. Which was why you were concerned about the dress, the shoulders of the dress could sit normally or be pulled down to expose your shoulders and collarbones, and the plunging neckline was lower than what you normally wore but it worked the best with the necklace Thorin had gifted you with on the day you got married, and you hadn’t worn it yet.

“Sister?” you heard Dis’ voice call out from the sitting room next to the bedroom where Thorin received any guests that came to your chambers.

“In here!” you called back, shifting the bodice of the dress a little, unsure about the gauzy material that ran in panels down your ribs before forming into the princess style skirt.

“Oh my,” Dis whispered as she laid eyes on you. “I think you may very well kill my brother in that dress.”

“Is it too much?” you spun around eyes wide with concern as you smoothed down the billowing skirts. “It’s a normal style in my homeland but I know it isn’t overly common amongst the women here.”

“You look stunning my Queen,” Dis assured you as she came to stand in-front of you grabbing your hands. “You do not need to pretend as if the culture and norms of your homeland do not exist, my brother would not expect you to only dress as a dwarven woman.”

“I know he has told me as such, but I just don’t want to…embarrass him in-front of his court, especially since everything between us is still so new,” you nibbled your lower lip before yelping a little as Dis pinched your arm.

“You’ll ruin the makeup,”  

“Can’t have that can I?” you laughed, your nerves slowly leaving you in your sister in laws presence. Something she has always managed to do.

“Now, come on,” Dis tugged on you before stopping for a moment. “Wait, you are missing something.” She let go of your hand to go back to your dressing table and lifted the small crown from its resting place to put it on your head. “There.”

You lifted your hand to gently touch the crown as Dis went back to tugging you out of your rooms and towards the main banquet hall. You were still not use to wearing a crown, as you and Thorin both only tended to wear them when you absolutely had to. Such as at a feast welcoming Thorin’s cousin Dain. You could hear the celebrations before the door even came into view, you smiled. Dwarrow truly knew how to throw a feast and celebration.

“Introducing her Highness Princess Dis and her Royal Majesty Queen y/n,” the herald at the doorway announced both you and Dis causing the court to become quiet as Thorin stood from his chair and walked around the table that housed the royals. His eyes burned with a fire as he took in your appearance, you could feel the eyes of every dwarf on you as the king walked towards you and Dis quickly left your side to greet her sons. You could only guess the dwarf sitting on Thorin’s left was his cousin Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. You briefly caught his eyes only to quickly break eye contact and focus on your husband. Dain had the same colour eyes as Thorin only his were cold and calculating, and you did not like the way he looked at you.

“My wife,” Thorin rumbled, this voice bouncing around the room. “You are a vision.”

You dropped into a small curtsy as your body warmed, your eyes locking onto his as you lifted your head back up. Thorin stepped closer to you to place a kiss upon your lips before gently taking your hand, guiding you to stand in-front of his cousin, who remained seated.

“Cousin, my wife, your Queen,” Thorin’s voice was hard as stone as he noticed the disrespect being shown to you. “Greet her.” Dain’s eyes narrowed before a friendly mask fell over his face as he stood and bowed low to you.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you, Your Majesty,” Dain’s voice didn’t sound overly pleased and you were concerned but you nodded back at him regardless, knowing now was not the time to raise concerns.

“And it is lovely to finally meet you Lord Dain, Thorin has spoken highly of you,” you responded voice soft, your eyes looking at a point over his shoulder as you didn’t want to look into his cold eyes again.

“Come my Queen, you must be hungry,” Thorin’s arm wrapped around your waist and led you away. You smiled gratefully up at Thorin raising on your toes to press your lips to his cheek in thanks. His arm squeezed you in kind, his eyes full of love as he stared down at you.

“Hello aunty mine,” Kili smiled up at you as you walked past. You grinned down at him, unable to resist messing up his hair. Kili pouted up at you as he tried to fix his hair, you dropped a kiss on his head in apology as you did the same to Fili as you walked past. Dis’s sons had been as welcoming as she had when you arrived, always smiling and including you, you were forever grateful for those three Durin’s.

“Aunty,” Fili smiled as you sat down beside him, Dis was in the middle of her two sons, who leaned around her oldest to smile at you. “Don’t worry about Dain. He’s a traditionalist but Uncle doesn’t pay any mind to those old dwarves.” Fili had lowered his voice and leant close to your side. His eyes, the same shade as his uncle was soft and kind as he looked at you. Your heart squeezed at his words.

“Thank you Fili,” you whispered back. “I will keep that in mind.”

“But, should he or any other dwarf look to cause you problems promise that you will let myself, my mother, Kili, Dwalin or Balin know. Of course Thorin should be your first choice but if you cannot find him, you also have us on your side,” Fili added squeezing your arm before letting go and focusing on his food.

You could hear the conversations going on around you as you picked at your food. You never ate much in-front of large crowds, but would always find a plate of food waiting for you in your chambers after a feast. You had always wondered who ensured the staff left it but never thought to investigate it too much.

“Are you alright love?” Thorin asked removing himself from the conversation with Dain to check on you. He had picked up on your added nerves after meeting Dain and wanted to do everything he could to be sure that you were fine.

“I am,” you nodded turning to give Thorin a smile but you could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t buy it. He leaned close enough to whisper into your ear.

“If I had known Dain would show such disrespect to my wife I would never had invited him here,” Thorin promised you. “Tell me at once if he ever does so again or makes you uncomfortable at all. Erebor if your home and you are the Queen.”

“You Durin’s and your need to protect,” you teased nudging your nose against his.

“Oh?”

“Fili just gave me a list of all the dwarves I can tell if Dain or any other dwarf causes me problems,” you explained. “It was pretty much you four and Dwalin and Balin.”

“Hmm,” Thorin hummed his eyes full of pride at your words. “Well, us Durin’s are fiercely protective of those we care about. And once we care for someone it is next to impossible to get rid of us. So I’m afraid my heart, you are stuck with me, and my sister and nephews.”

“Such an imposition that,” you laughed.

“You weren’t thinking I was an imposition this morning,” Thorin growled his eyes darkening as heat filled them. “With my tongue between your thighs.”

“Thorin,” you gasped in shock. “You can’t say things like that here.”

“I am the King,” Thorin shrugged kissing your lips and whispering his next words into your mouth. “I can say such things when I please. And no-one can hear us.”

You playfully glared at him about to say something back when Dain interrupted leaning around Thorin to gain his attention again, sending you a cold look before placing the mask back in place before Thorin could see. Thorin kissed you once more rounding on his cousin, you could hear the harshness in his tone as he spoke in dwarvish. You sipped at your wine, as music started to play, as it always does at a Dwarven feast. The boys beside you quickly stood up looking to find some partners to dance with, Kili raced off instantly looking for Ori. Fili however, hesitated, Dis had left seeking out Balin to discuss some matters.

“My Queen,” Fili said, his voice loud and pointed as he bowed low at his waist holding a hand out. “May I have a dance?”

You grinned up at Fili, standing up and reaching to take his hand but you were pulled tightly against a hard chest. Thorin’s scent surrounding you. Fili smirked, his eyes playfully challenging his uncle, as he continued to wait on your hand.

“My wife will be dancing with me first, nephew,” Thorin’s voice rumbled.

“I think Her Majesty can make that decision, Uncle,” Fili grinned.

“I am honoured Prince Fili,” you grinned, trying to keep your voice regal. “However, I would think you would prefer to seek out someone else to dance…and even maybe court?”

Fili’s face flushed bright red his eyes automatically going towards a dwarven woman that was standing off to the side near Bofur. The look in his eyes was similar to how Thorin would look at you and you knew that maybe you and Dis could do a little pushing.

“I mean…I can’t…” Fili stuttered in an uncommon show of nerves.

“Yes you can nephew,” you encouraged him stepping a little out of the circle of Thorin’s arms but he kept a hold of your hips. “I have seen that young woman look at you, in the same manner you look at her. You are a Durin, take the courage that all you Durin’s seem to possess in enough abundance to take on a Dragon and ask her to dance.”

You felt Thorin’s hands squeeze your hips and his lips pressed into your neck, you could feel the smile that tugged at them. You reached out to squeeze Fili’s hands, forcing his eyes back to yours. The red of his face had calmed down to a light pink.

“Right, yes, true,” Fili nodded.

“You are my heir Fili,” Thorin added reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “You can do this.”

Fili nodded once more before he turned around and strode towards the woman in question. He forced the Durin swagger into his steps as the two of you watched him in amusement. Thorin tugged you close again turning you around, you smiled up at him wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So, that dance?” you asked. “Better make good.”  

“Come along then,” Thorin smirked. Pushing you backwards, you giggled turning around and taking hold of his hand and pulling him onto the space in the middle of the room that was used for dancing.

Thorin spun you around before tugging you close, wrapping his right arm around your waist and grabbing your right hand with his left, you placed your left hand on his shoulder. You allowed him to led you around the floor trusting him to keep you from backing into anyone. The tune was a fast past one, your skirt flying out every time he spun you around quickly. He grabbed both of your hips and lifted you up and turning the two of you before putting you back down and grabbing hold of your hand again to lead you around.

You giggled as your dress managed to hit Kili and Ori on your way past them, you threw an apology over Thorin’s shoulder causing the two young Dwarves to laugh. Thorin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your eyes were bright with happiness and you had not stopped laughing and smiling since Fili had first asked you for a dance. Your face was flush from your wine and from the dancing, you had danced to two fast paced songs before a slow paced song started to play. Thorin wrapped both his arms around your waist pulling you as close to him as he could get you. You looped your arms around his neck, using one of your hands to tilt his head down, he grinned as he rested his forehead against yours and swayed the two of you in time with music.

“You truly do look beautiful tonight, my Lady,” Thorin whispered. “Seeing you in my colours, I wish to take you from this hall and feast on something else entirely.”

“My King, was this morning and last night not enough?” you asked, stroking the back of his neck, his thick hair covering your movements.

“I will never have enough of you,” Thorin answered. “I will never have enough of your taste, of your body, of you. I will always want you in my arms.”

[babygorewhore]

Motive.

Tate Langdon imagine.

On Halloween, you and your boyfriend Tate are on a date. As you talk about his past as the slasher, Ghostface, he comes to realize that he needs to be punished for his actions.

Can you tell Scream is my favorite slasher series? WARNINGS. Sub! Tate. Mommy kink. Degrading. Dom! Reader. Knife play. Blood play. Talk of violence. Oral! Male and female receiving. PnV! Overall filth. Brief Tate POV.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year. Not only was the weather perfect, the best scary movies were released, costumes became creative but also because Tate could go out and venture into the world.

This was your second Halloween together. The first year you went to the beach. A place he admitted used to be his designated spot whenever he needed to escape. You had discussed back and forth before ultimately deciding to have your date at a graveyard.

It filled your gothic heart.

Your relationship was exciting, despite his eternal life as a ghost.

Tate carried the blanket and bottle of liquor you bought on your way home. The walk wasn’t far, allowing you to wear platform shoes that went along with your costume. You were dressed as the Scarlet Witch. Trading in your black clothing for red.

Tate allowed you to paint his face with makeup, skeletal features were his preference. It took you almost an hour but you wanted to be precise. You slicked his curly hair back with product. But he would do anything you asked. He was your good boy. You held your own bag close to your body.

A week ago, you gifted him a cellphone. For reason one, he could contact you while you were working. And secondly, it would make tonight even better. It was secured in his denim pocket. He wasn’t able to hold your hand, so you opted to hold the crook of his elbow.

You stepped through the entrance of the cemetery. The overhanging metal curved over your head as your eyes swept over the hundreds of tombstones. “This way, baby.” Tate gestured with his head towards the left. You allowed yourself to be guided.

Your feet padded over the grass. It was dark, but the adjacent streetlight gave you enough ability to see your path.

Tate led you down the narrow section between a towering tree and a collection of tombstones before he pulled you to a stopping point in front of a smaller one. “Here I am.” He smirked, his skeleton makeup curving, turning to look at you.

The modest headstone was ordinary, without any flowers to commemorate the loss. You nodded as you registered the name.

Tate Langdon 1977- 1994. Loving son.

You chuckled breathlessly at his joke. “This is one hell of an idea, having a date in front of your own grave.”

Tate quirked an eyebrow before pulling you to a seated position, setting the blanket down on the ground and alcohol aside. You both hadn’t bothered with cups, planning on just drinking out of the bottle, something you’d both done several times. He wrapped his arm around you, your head nuzzled on his shoulder.

“What was your motive, Tate? Being Ghostface?” It was before you were born but everyone heard about the killing spree during 1994. It started with one murder, a teenage girl strung up on a tree. Before it escalated to a principal. Those weren’t enough to raise concerns until the last night when the killer was caught.

It was at a party. A curfew had been given but a group of teens threw a gathering anyway. Two more people were murdered. Brutally. One girl was inside a dog door inside the garage. The man’s throat had been slit and he was dragged across the front of a van.

The murderer wore a gown and a mask.

Tate Langdons identity was revealed after he had been gunned down by the swat team. He took too long at the house as the police were called. The term Ghostface had been taken as a joke before it ultimately stuck with him. But he never revealed why he did it. Even during the last seconds of his life. Yet, his soul remained in the very home he was killed in.

He had been shot down in the Murder House.

You’d seen the apparel once. When he played the same game with you after class several weeks ago. Where he fingered you, used the very blade he commented the crimes with. It gave him pleasure to scare you. Or try too.

“My motive?” He asked, glancing down at you. He didn’t like to talk about his past. He hated answering questions because he didn’t want to relive it. He was always paranoid you’d leave him if he explained. You knew the relationship was toxic. But you still loved him.

Besides. He was already dead. What more could he do?

“Yes. Why did you do it?” You lifted your chin upward, watching as he clenched his jaw.

“Who said I needed a reason?” You pursed your lips as he teased you.

“Tate. Be serious. Why? Why did you kill them?”

Several seconds of silence followed. All you felt was the pattern of his breathing.

“I wanted to die. And I wanted to take people with me. I wanted to scare them. I wanted them to think they had a chance to escape me. I wanted my mother to know exactly what kind of monster she created. That’s why I killed her boyfriend. I wanted her to know the pain she made me feel.”

You allowed the confession to hang in the air. It wasn’t fear you felt, more like a realization that Tate had been dangerous. Your loving, doting and obsessed boyfriend had been a killer. He knew exactly how to press the blade down on your skin without breaking it. He knew how to walk without making noise. He enjoyed seeing you beg for him. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to let you finish.

But you wanted him to have a turn. He needed to experience it.

“Mmm. Did you like being covered in blood?” You asked, your voice soft despite the disturbing question.

Tate swallowed. “I didn’t really think about it.” You nodded and pulled your hands in your lap. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead starting at the stone.

“Do you ever think about me, covered in blood?” You withheld a smile when he took a sharp inhale. He blinked.

“Y-yes.” He looked down at you but you reached up, taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. You set his jaw straight.

“Did I say you could look at me?” Tate shakes his head obediently.

“Good boy. Do you ever think about…me killing someone?” His lips parted and he heavily inhaled through his nose.

“Yes.” He half whispered, half whined.

“Have you thought about fucking me in the costume? Using the knife on me again? While I’m covered in someone else’s blood?”

Tate shifted on the ground, his eyes glazing as he tried to keep his focus ahead. “Babe-“

“Don’t interrupt me, Tate. Be good and answer only when I tell you to.” You sternly commanded. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” He shakily answered. You needed to push a little harder, just a bit to get exactly what you needed.

“What are you thinking about now, Tate? And make sure you’re honest.” You kept watching him. His teeth grazed his lower lip, despite the paint and his hand started to drift to his pants.

“I want to splay you on the ground, right here. Right now. I want to spread your legs, taste you with my mouth before I fuck you senseless. Until you can’t wait. And then do it all over again.” You quirked an eyebrow before your hand fell to his thigh.

“What about you, baby? Don’t you want me to make you feel good? To suck your dick? Make you cum in my mouth?” He shivered and his fingers drifted to his crotch.

“I’d rather feel you cum. I don’t care about me. All I want is you.” You hummed and your finger tips grazed his growing erection.

“Mmm. You’re such a sweet boy, Tate. Do you like it when my legs are around your head? Do you like that?”

Tate’s hand finally palmed his dick and you smiled in triumph. You lifted yourself from his embrace and you grabbed his wrist.

“Tate. Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t you remember our rules?” Tate’s eyes widened in response and you shook your head disapprovingly.

The rules consisted that Tate was not allowed to touch himself without permission. Neither were you. Along with a safe word. Mercy.

“I’m sorry-I thought you-“

Your hand raised and wrapped around his neck. You pulled him close as he grunted from the pressure. You squeezed steadily the sides of his throat and you leaned in, hovering over his mouth. “Mmm, my sweet little boy. Getting hard over me being drenched in blood. You’re absolutely pathetic.”

Tate’s eyes glasses over and his lip slightly trembled. “Mama-please-“ He leaned in to kiss you but you pulled your head away.

“I don’t think so, Tate. I think…you need to be punished. Would you agree?” You proposed and he swallowed heavily. Fear prickling his expression.

“Do whatever you want to me. Just let me touch you, please.” Tate placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently and causing your knee to settle inbetween his legs. “Please, please let me touch you. I can make it up to you. I promise, baby. I can’t stand the thought of you mad at me.”

He laid down, his hair like a blonde halo on the ground as he stared up at you, your hand still wrapped around his neck. He looked so submissive. So willing to make you happy. Ready for you to use him however you fucking wanted.

And you will.

“You’ll make it up to me?” You whispered. Tate started grinding his dick down on your knee, humping like a bitch in heat.

“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything for you.” He encouraged, slipping his fingers down to your waistband, your dark leggings stretching as he attempted to touch your underwear.

Removing your hand from his throat, you slapped him across the face. Tate grimaced from the impact, his head jolting to the side and he blinked at you with watery eyes.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Tate.” He leaned up, taking his hands off your torso and buried his face in your breasts.

You attempted to push him down but he was a lot stronger than you despite his slender form. His arms wrapped around your hips, making you straddle his pelvis.

“Mama-I’m sorry-I just need you. I want to make you cum. I want you to be proud of me-please let me be good. I promise you’ll be proud of me…” He was begging. You almost gave in, withholding a moan as he pressed kisses on your costume covered breasts but you needed to stick with your plan.

“Tate, if you want to make me feel good. Lay down. Lay down nice and slow for me, baby.” He quickly pulled away, his face paint smudged as he slowly laid his body down on the grass.

You were situated above him, powerful and he was willing to obey every command you gave him. Reaching your hand down, you brushed his cheek with your fingers and he contently leaned in to your touch. “Now, I want you to close your eyes. Keep them closed until you know exactly when to open them.” You instructed in a clear voice.

Tate opened his mouth to protest but you gripped his chin between your fingers. Leaving nail imprints. “What did I say about disobeying me?” He shut them immediately after that. You smirked. Now, the real fun could begin.

Carefully, you brought yourself to stand. Your boots crunching the grass beneath you while walking to your bag. Digging through it, your hands locked around a lightweight but long, black gown. Slipping it on, you then pulled out the last needed item.

The Ghostface mask. And the same blade Tate used on you.

Slipping it over your hair and face, you started walking away as quiet as you could. Then, you tucked the knife to your belt inside the gown. If Tate heard running, he would open his eyes too soon. You disappeared in the bustle of trees across the cemetery before stepping behind the church. Smiling wickedly, you pulled out your cellphone.

Tate was growing impatient. He listened to your footsteps carefully, trying to figure out where you were before they disappeared entirely. Seconds passed, he felt alone. Despite your warnings, Tate opened his eyes and sat up.

You were gone.

Panic set in and he jumped to his feet. What if something was wrong? His breathing grew heavier as he jogged through the area, desperately searching for any signs of you. “Y/n!” He called out but no answer came.

“Fuck. Fucking shit.” He ran his fingers through his mused hair and stepped forward in the direction of the church, but his cellphone started ringing.

Tate frowned and looked at his pocket. Only one person knew of his number. Maybe you needed help. He dug it out of the material and pressed it to his ear.

“Y/n, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Hello, Tate Langdon.” He froze and his eyes widened. The voice on the other end.

Was Ghostface. The very same alteration he used in 1994. The same he used to call Y/N.

He opened and closed his mouth, unable to come up with a response. It was all a trick. It was Y/N. But…how did she sneak it past him?

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners not to respond to a greeting?” Ghostface prodded and Tate cleared his throat.

“Hey. Y/N, is that what you were planning? Where are you?”

“Tate, you’ve been such a bad boy. Dreaming about your girlfriend killing someone.” He huffed out an embarrassed breath and scanned the area around him.

“This-this isn’t funny, asshole.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I’d be careful about calling me names, Tate. You wouldn’t want me to slit that pretty neck of yours, would you?” Ghostface leered. Tate chuckled and started moving towards the trees.

“That wouldn’t matter. I’m already dead.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be punished, Tate. For all the things you did to those poor, innocent people.”

“Innocent?” He parroted.

“Yes. In fact, I wonder if movies influenced you. Movies can be a powerful inspiration. Tell me…what’s your favorite scary movie?” Tate squatted down, trying to see evidence of your boot prints but he didn’t see anything.

“Do you really have to go through the whole speech? I asked too many questions.” He said to himself.

“Is that a refusal to my question? Mmm, Tate. You just can’t listen, can you?” Ghostface teased and he sighed with frustration.

“Where are you?”

“Aw, you look so pretty when you’re desperate.” He looked around, realizing you must be close by, able to see his expression. Instead of answering, he crept closer to the church.

“What happens if I find you?” He asked, excitedly looking for you.

“Then, you get to make me cum. Just like you want.” Tate groaned and quickly looked behind the building.

No one was there.

He went to speak before a hand gripped his hair, yanking him back and a sharp blade pressed against his neck. He gasped.

“You didn’t think it be that easy, did you?” Y/N said, her voice still altered. Tate wanted desperately to turn around and pound her on the ground but the knife nicked his skin.

Blood trickled down and the hand that gripped his hair, traveled down his face, to his throat. Her finger collected the plasma and smeared it across his lips.

“Please, Christ I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me fuck you. I’m begging you, please y/n.” Tate pleaded. Y/N turned him around.

He stared down at her, her gown hung on her body. The mask was secure and she aimed the knife at his chest. “Sorry, I just wanted to hear you scream.”

“Get on your back.” You commanded. Tate fell to the ground, landing underneath you and you smiled behind the mask. Finally, he was listening. With your free hand, you unbutton his jeans and yanked them down.

You lifted his shirt up, exposing his v line and the thin patch of hair. His dick was hard and prominent through his boxers. A wet patch of precum staining it. You shook your head, taking the blade and lightly tracing it across his skin.

Tate inhaled sharply and bucked his hips. Humping the air as you played with the knife. His hand lifted and you smacked his crotch with the handle. He stilled, panting as you peeled off the mask. You set the blade down, hooking your fingers around his waistband and then you pulled it down his legs.

His cock hung heavy, thick and red at the tip. “So needy, baby.” Your voice was back to normal. You lowered yourself on your stomach, wrapping your hand around his dick before licking a single stripe along the vein.

Tate whimpered with a high pitch whine as his hand flew to your hair. Allowing the grip, you pulled the tip to your lips and started sucking gently. His fingers pulled your hair, hard enough to hurt but you massaged his cock with your hand as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was a mess, moaning and shaking as you gave him head. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted. His climax rushed through, gushing out of your mouth as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

You pulled back, your lipstick smeared and you wiped your chin with the back of your hand. Before you had a chance to breathe, Tate flipped you over, immediately smashing his lips to yours. As he shoved his tongue in your mouth, hungrily kissing you, his hand frantically felt your torso. You kissed him back feverishly, pulling his hair as he sank his teeth into your lower lip.

You mewled as he ripped himself away and then sloppily kissing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re mine, all fucking mine.” He pleaded like a prayer as he rocked his hips against yours, his hardening dick against you.

As submissive as he was, Tate could also fuck you like it was his last time ever doing so. You were lost in the growing pleasure as he brushed his tongue against your sweet spot. He fumbled to pull your leggings down and underwear down, any coordination gone as he shoved himself down. You wanted to resist, regain control but he pried your legs apart.

“Tate-“ You started but he shook his head. He opened his mouth, laid his tongue flat against your pussy as he started lapping away at your clit.

“No, no, don’t tell me to stop. I need this, mommy.” He moaned against your cunt as he circled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tried to withhold your sounds but he grazed your pussy with his teeth. “No, I want to hear how good this feels.” Tate dug his fingernails into your thighs to keep you still, dragging them painfully but deliciously down. You felt the hilt of the knife against your entrance and you looked down. Tate’s eyes were black as he effortlessly slipped the handle inside you. The foreign feeling pumped in and out as his mouth worked your swollen pussy. You weren’t going to last much longer as he increased the speed.

A overpowering wave of pleasure exploded and you couldn’t make any noise as you trembled. Tate finally pulled back and removed the handle from you. He crawled up, cupping your chin before he kissed you. Forcing you to taste your own cum.

“I need to fuck you,” He moaned against your lips as he shuffled clumsily to line himself up with your cunt.

He nipped your lip too hard, blood pooled from the small wound and he repeated your earlier actions. Smudging your mouth with blood as he bottomed you out. “Fuck.” He growled. “You look so hot with blood on your skin.”

You arms wrapped around his shoulders as he thrusted, deep inside you, hard enough to hit your cervix but you loved the pain. His movements were growing sloppy. “Don’t cum until I say, Tate. Or else I’ll have to punish you again.”

But he couldn’t listen, his speed thudded inside you and you felt him spill inside you, he squeezed his eyes shut from the orgasm as he came to a stop. He ripped them back open in fear as he understood his mistake. “I’m sorry-you just felt so good-“ He pleaded but you wouldn’t have it.

You pushed him off, forcing him on his stomach as you straddled his back. His bare pelvis pressed against the ground as you trailed your fingers down his skin.

“Now, you’re really going to scream.”

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[fl3shm4id3n]

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕳𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓!

Tw: child neglect, under age drinking, smoking weed, platonic, reader is a goth and has tattoos, talks of purity culture, angst, Rhaenyra being reader’s mom.

Author’s note: I wanted to do another one, but this time its in a modern setting.

You came from a wealthy family, which means you come from old money.

You have two older brothers and two older sisters, who played at important role, meanwhile you were just their, it was the Heirs and the spares trope.

Your mother didn’t pay attention to you when you a child, you were basically given money to stay out of her sight or out of way.

Since she wasn’t going to pay you any attention, you might as well go somewhere else.

You would run away a lot, you also disappeared for almost weeks but always returned. Sometimes you’d go to your older sister’s Rhaenyra’s house and spend the night there. 

She didn’t mind you staying, she preferred you stay at her house then to be out there exposed to any kind of danger.

Once you got older, you began to rebel more, first thing you did to piss of your mother, you got a tattoo

 A big tattoo on your arm which was a red dragon. She was not happy, she’s said that you probably hung out around people who were bad influence on you.

Later on you got even more tattoos, at some point your body was just covered in them. When it came to important evens, your mother demanded you cover them, but instead you wore attires that showed them off.

Even if that was the case, you didn’t care. You also began to wear dark colors, mainly blacks, greys, and reds. Also wearing wild makeup and you had cut your hair along with dying it.

Your mother was furious, she wanted you to dress like your sister Helaena like a proper lady and not a delinquent but you didn’t care.

Then their was your brother Aegon, who had gotten you into drinking and smoking weed. It was like a tradition between the two of you.

During the week, you both would sneak out late at night, go buy some wine at a liquor store and smoke weed at a 7/11 parking lot.

It was fun, then your brother Aemond began to join the two of you, he was more of the driver since he didn’t trusts you both driving while intoxicated. 

When it came to school, you went to a fancy private school with your siblings. Everyone knew you guys since you were Targaryen's and had the white hair. 

They knew Aegon for his party animal ways, Helaena for being that weird nice girl, Aemond for his looks and brains. You? They knew you for always getting in a fight.

Of course, you got in trouble and your mother would get calls from the principal. She was not happy, everyone she tells you how you are practically embarrassing the family name, but again you didn’t care.

Otto and Alicent have put you in a boarding school for girls to straighten you out but of course, you got kicked out of them all. So they just stopped.

When it came to mandatory family dinner’s, you only attended because your sister Rhaenyra along with her nephews would come. If they didn’t go, you’d never show up until dinner was over.

You’re not a hug fan of fancy foods, you prefer to eat junk food or fast food with Aegon when you guys go out. But Aemond also makes sure you both eat healthy and not live off Monster Energy Drinks.

Your relationship with Helaena was chill, although your mother often compared you to her, it wasn’t her fault that your mother was demanding. Helaena loves you for you, she doesn’t really care about appearances, once she considered getting a matching bug tattoo with you.

Your mother says she ‘loves’ you but you know she has a strange way of showing it. When you got older she tried to be a part of your life but you always ignored her like she ignored you. 

She began to try and get you married, getting you suiters for you to choose. You always rejected them left and right. Once she had accused you of having sexual affairs like Aegon since you didn’t want to get married, you may be a trouble kid but you had never laid with anyone. 

You actually wished on getting married by love and not appearances but since you were a rich girl, it’ll never happen.

Sometimes they would be magazines or news articles of you coming out of clubs, bars, etc. Sometimes with Aegon, of course your mother has told you that you’re putting the family to shame but you didn’t care about the family name or whatever she has to say.

After having issues with your mother, you left to live with your older sister for a while. Her home didn’t feel like you had be someone you aren’t, it felt comforting really, it felt nice and warm.

Rhaenyra sees you as a daughter, and you see her as a mother. She was their for you when you needed someone. She was there the day of your ballet recital, she was at your school’s play, she was always there.

When it came to mother’s day, instead of making a card for Alicent, you always made Rhaenyra a card, even as you got older you still made her a card.

[lucy90712]

Road to recovery- part 7

Masterlist

This morning Pablo told me when he was going to come and pick me up and by him I mean him and Pedri as he still can't drive yet after the surgery. Going with Pedri means we are leaving quite early as Pedri has to arrive a while before the game but that's fine by me as it gives me time to get used to the environment and feel a bit less anxious. I suppose in that time I'll also get to meet the rest of the team but I'm trying not to think too much about that or else I start overthinking everything. 

When it was time to get ready my job was made quite easy as earlier this week Pablo gave me one of his shirts and not just any shirt with his name on the back one of his actual shirts that he had for a game. I felt so special having the shirt as not many people will ever get one of these yet here I am wearing one while waiting to go to a game with Pablo himself. With the shirt I just wore some comfortable trousers that I can easily get over my brace as I like to hide it when I can especially when out in public. Seeing as my outfit was relatively simple I did my hair all nice and put on a bit of makeup so that I don't look like someone who hardly sleeps every night.

Pretty much as soon as I was ready Pablo text to say him and Pedri were outside so I made my way down to be greeted by both of them waiting for me outside Pedri's car. I gave them both a quick hug and Pablo kissed my cheek which apparently is our thing now even though it makes me blush every time. Pedri helped me get into the backseat before him and Pablo got into the front which was fine by me as I'd rather no one knew I was with them in the car. As we got closer to the stadium there was more and more fans every corner we turned all of them had their phones out filming and taking pictures leaning right against the windows of the car. Luckily the back windows were tinted but I still slid down in my seat to hide as much as possible as I could do without the tirade of abuse I know I'd get if I am ever seen with Pablo or even Pedri. 

Once we made it into the parking lot everything was a lot calmer so I was able to get my heart rate back to an acceptable pace. Just as I was getting my nerves under control the car stopped and before we could even get out I heard Fermin calling Pablo's game. I have met Fermin countless times so it was nice to see him but him being there reminded me that half the reason I'm here is to meet everyone else. Don't get me wrong I'm sure they are all lovely people and that they won't judge me at all but I can't help but be super anxious. We all walked in together and somehow we didn't see anyone else along the way although as we got to the locker room all I could hear was everyone inside talking and laughing. Knowing that everyone was just behind that door really made all of this feel real. I was on the verge of spiralling into a full blown panic attack but before I could go beyond the point of no return I felt someone grab my hand. It didn't take long for me to realise that it was Pablo's hand in mine, he squeezed it a few times before offering me a comforting smile which calmed me down a bit. 

I was able to take one more deep breath before we went into the locker room as we went through the door Pablo's hand dropped out of mine but he stayed close to me and put one hand gently on my lower back once we were inside. Everyone was talking until they noticed us stood there and it felt like the room was dead silent for hours but it was probably only a few seconds. When the silence finally ended all of the boys seemed to stand up and once to rush over to Pablo. Despite my nerves it put a smile on my face seeing Pablo's teammates give him the love he deserves he makes it clear just how much he loves this team and it's nice to see him getting some of that love back. 

"So who's this you've brought with you?" An older man who I have learnt is Lewandowski asked 

"This is Lola she's the girl I mentioned that I met in the hospital I brought her to watch her first ever football match" Pablo said 

"It's good to meet you Lola hopefully we can make your first game enjoyable" Lewandowski said 

"Tell us about yourself Lola Pablito here refused to give us any details when he mentioned you" Balde said 

"There's not much to say I'm 19 I'm a gymnast and I'm studying sports psychology at university" I said 

"You're not just a gymnast she was supposed to go to the Olympics in the summer she already qualified for the squad" Pablo said 

"Wow that's amazing" a few of the guys said at once 

"That's an incredible achievement" Fermin said 

"Thanks guys but it doesn't really matter as I'm not going now anyway" I said 

"It's still an incredible achievement remember we're both going to come back stronger" Pablo said 

The boys kept asking questions and I learnt a bit about all of them too as I only knew what Pablo had told me and what I'd learnt from watching the last few games. All of them were so sweet and they actually seemed to care about what I had to say which felt good as I did wonder if they would just pretend to listen and care but they seem to actually be interested in my life. Once I relaxed a bit it became so much easier to talk to them all and it didn't feel so daunting anymore it just felt like I was talking to some friends. Eventually we had to leave as they all needed to prepare for the game but I left the locker room feeling a lot happier and more relaxed than when I went in. 

After we left the locker room we made our way to our seats which were right at the top of the stadium out the way. Pablo explained that he wanted our seats to be out of view as he doesn't want to be seen going to games as he wants to keep his recovery out of the spotlight. He also knew I wouldn't want to be seen by loads of people so seats in the boxes at the top of the stadium are perfect for us. When we sat down there was still a little while until kick off so we got to sit and talk for a while. Pablo made sure that his teammates were all nice to me and that they didn't embarrass him but the jokes on him as Pedri and Fermin have already told me all sorts of embarrassing stories about him so it's them he should've been worried about. While the team were warming up Pablo explained all of the exercises they were doing and he told me how he thought they should line up to get the best result which meant nothing to me as I'm still trying to learn about all of the positions and everything. 

The second the game started the whole stadium filled with noise it was incredible the atmosphere was like nothing I've ever experienced before and I've been to some big competitions myself as well as some of Alonso's races. I was on the edge of my seat watching as the ball got passed from player to player I never realised how fascinating football was if I had I definitely would've been to a game before. I was loving watching the game but Pablo was stressed as the team had already missed a lot of chances that was until Raphinha finally got the ball in the back of the net just after 30 minutes. If I thought the atmosphere was crazy before it was even wilder after the team scored if I had the ability I would've jumped out of my seat like everyone else but instead Pablo and I just high fived each other. When the other team equalised the whole stadium went quiet apart from the few away fans at one end I could still hear Pablo swearing under his breath though which had me stifling a laugh at how passionate he is. 

Halftime followed not long after the equaliser but as the adrenaline of the first half wore off I realised how cold it was at the top of the stadium. It was supposed to be pretty warm tonight but the temperature has really dropped and it's a little windy so it's definitely chilly up at the top of the stadium. Without thinking too much I rubbed my hands across my arms to try and warm them up a bit as goosebumps were beginning to form. 

"Are you cold?" Pablo asked 

"A bit but I'm fine I'll warm up soon" I replied 

"Here take my jacket" he said taking his jacket off to give it to me 

"But I don't want you to be cold" I said 

"I'll be fine I already have a jumper on just take it I promise it's ok" he said 

"Thanks" I said 

He helped me put the jacket on and once I had it on I was so glad he made me put it on as it was so warm and it smelt like Pablo which made it ever better. The second half was stressful to watch as the same issues the team have been having were persisting but I was warm so that made it better. When the match finally came to an end Barcelona won 3-2 which is a good 3 points for the team but it was very stressful to watch. I'm sure Pablo nearly had a heart attack a few times during the game and the amount of swear words I heard come out his mouth was enough to rival a sailor. He seemed to be glad that the match was over but I was kind of sad I enjoyed the match so much despite the stress that I never wanted it to end. I can see why people love this sport so much if I could go to every match I definitely would but instead I'll just watch on tv. 

Pablo and I stayed sat down until the stands cleared a bit and then we made our way down to the tunnel so we could wait for Pedri as he's driving us both back home. Even though they won most of the players still seemed a bit dejected as they came out but they all still said goodbye to us as they walked past. Pedri was the exact same but he put on a smile and asked if I enjoyed the game, I couldn't help but go on a bit of a tangent about how much I enjoyed the game but it seemed to cheer Pedri up even if Pablo was laughing at my enthusiasm. I wasn't as nervous on the way back home in fact I kind of forgot about the fact that there would be people on the streets but when we reached the first group of people I didn't care I just kept talking. 

It didn't take long before we reached my apartment building, Pablo insisted on coming up with me so we both got out the car and made our way inside. Once we reached my door I realised I was still wearing his jacket so I tried to give it back to him but he told me to keep hold of it until we next see each other. Like always he hugged me and kissed my cheek which again made me blush but luckily I was able to close my door so he didn't see just how red my face turns every time he does that. Once Pablo was gone I realised just how exhausted I was, all of the excitement had worn off and now I was just tired. I did my skincare and got myself ready for bed before crashing into my bed which has never felt so comfortable in the few years I've lived here. I was reminded that the world still exists not too long after as my phone dinged a few times which reminded me that it had been going crazy for the entirety of the second half but I ignored it as I wanted to enjoy myself.

My lock screen had so many notifications on it that I couldn't work out what was going on. First I checked to see if my parents had text me which they hadn't which meant that it wasn't anything horrific. Alonso had sent me a few texts but I chose to ignore him as he's probably just making fun of me or sending me memes. I had loads of Instagram notifications so that's what I was drawn to. I quickly regretted checking Instagram as all I was met with was people tagging me in various posts of a picture of me and Pablo at the game. My instagram which earlier had about 20,000 followers now has nearly 200,000 and my lastest post has been flooded with new comments. I don't know what compelled me to do so but I started scrolling through not only my comments but also the comments on the other posts. It was a stupid decision because of course I didn't like what everyone was saying but once I started I just couldn't stop.

[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Part 8)

This one is sort of weird but bare with me

I've had this idea for a while but I finally wrote it last night in a fit of mania

With her success on the day before, Hazel wanted to treat herself. She called up her group of friends, who she called "her girls", and asked if they wanted to go out and hit the town. She dressed herself in a sparkly pink corset top with a sparkly silver skirt that was almost skin tight. She paired it with white heels, a silver chain necklace, and a white headband. She left her hair as it usually was, but decided to do a very light face of makeup. She only wore a light coat of foundation, mild blush, some mascara, and lip gloss. A honk was heard outside as her friends pulled up. She grabbed a small white mini purse and headed out the door. As she walked up to the car, the girls were cheering her on. She did a little dance before she got in, and they all laughed.

In the car were two other girls. In the driver's seat was Lia, Hazel's best friend. She had blue eyes and long brown curly hair that was tied up in a messy bun held up by a shiny grey scrunchy. She wore a shiny pastel purple body-con dress with loose thigh high white heeled boots. She also wore a silver bracelet around her wrist. Next to her was Katie, a blonde girl with long curled hair and brown eyes. She wore a light blue crop top with one long sleeve over her right shoulder, her other arm was uncovered. She wore a tight black mini skirt with black ankle height heeled boots.

Hazel scooted in the back seat of the car. Lia and Katie looked back at her. "Lookin' good, girl," Lia cheered. Hazel tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. "You two look great as well," she responded.

"Sooo," Katie teased, "how's your boooyfriend?"

Hazel covered her face with her hands. "Stooop. He's not my boyfriend."

Lia and Katie looked at her with mischievous smiles.

"Not yet, at least," Hazel continued. They all giggled.

"So, what happened," Lia asked, "did you go on another date?"

"Not really," Hazel shrugged. "I took a huge order and catered the studio. He helped me deliver it and all."

"Seriously?" Katie chimed in, "that's all that happened?"

"Uh, I wasn't finished. Everybody came over and grabbed their coffees. I forgot to ring the order up, so I wasn't sure what they owed. So, he took me into his dressing room-"

"Oooooou," both of the girls teased.

"And," Hazel rolled her eyes, "paid me."

"Uh huh, yeah," Lia laughed, "and how did he pay you?"

Hazel took $400 cash out of her purse. "Drinks are on me, tonight."

"So... Nothing happened in the dressing room," Katie asked.

"No... Not yet at least." The three of them laughed.

"Hazel's got a celebrity sugar daddy," Lia exclaimed.

"What? You jealous?" Hazel crossed her arms and smiled.

"Yeah, kind of!" Lia laughed.

"He walked me out since I couldn't remember how to get out of there. The place is huge! But, I squeezed the air out of him with a hug and said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek."

"Ooouu," the two girls cheered.

"I swear, he almost melted. He was completely red-faced."

"So," Lia went on, "when do we get to meet him, huh?"

"It's too soon. I mean, we haven't even gone on a second date, yet. He's been working like crazy. He was on overtime all last week."

"Sheesh," Katie added.

"Anyways, where we going?"

"We're heading a bar called 'The Glass' in The Pig City," Lia said.

"Oh, I've heard of that place," Hazel responded as she buckled up. "Let's go!"

-

They pulled up to an area of The Pig City that was called "The Hot Spot". It was where most of the bars and night clubs were. It was a surprisingly safe area. However, it was a very crowded at night. The girls couldn't find any parking nearby, so they found a spot down the street and around the corner. They got out of the car, and Lia locked it as they walked off. They walked in a group, all holding their purses tightly. They made small talk with each other. It had been a while since they last saw each other, so they had a bit to catch up on. As they turned the corner, there was a group of three men outside of the bar. One of them was a young pig, probably around 22 or 23 years old. He had a relatively stout build. The other man was a humanoid like Hazel and the girls. He had ginger curly hair that was covered with a beanie, and a medium length beard. And the third was turned around, so they couldn't quite see him. They looked at each other as they clutched their purses tightly. The pig waved at them, "Sorry, girls, we're not gonna hurt you. I'm just babysitting these two drunks." The other two boys laughed. The third boy finally turned around.

"Theodore?!" Hazel exclaimed.

It was him. His face lit up as he saw her.

The pig put his hand on The Noise's shoulder and pointed at her, "You know her? Or is that just a fan?"

He wobbled and patted the pig's hand. "Nah, nah, nah," he slurred his words as he talked, "that's Hazel. She's cool."

Hazel held her arms out and walked over to him. He stumbled over and plopped into a hug with her. "Hiii," his words were muffled as his face was buried deep in her shoulder.

"Hey," she rubbed his back before she pulled away from the hug. "What're you doing here?"

"Gettin' drunk." He laughed as he took a few steps back.

"I think you're already there."

"Eehhh, a little bit. Heh heh."

Katie and Lia looked at each other and smiled. The boys watched to make sure Theodore didn't do anything stupid.

"You're pretty," Theo said. "You look real pretty." He pointed at her and gave a crooked smile.

Hazel giggled. "Stop."

"No, seriously. Even when you're not dressed up like that. I mean, man... Now that I'm lookin' straight... Damn." He bit his lip. Hazel smiled and shrugged her shoulder.

"Noise!" The pig yelled at him.

"What?" Theo turned around and put his arms out. "I'm bein' nice!"

"Yer creepin' her out!"

"No, it's okay," Hazel shouted back. "He's fine. We know each other."

"Yeah, see, I told you!" Theo turned back to her. He stumbled a bit as he lost his balance. He grabbed her shoulders so he didn't fall.

"Whoa!" She grabbed his waist to keep him from falling. The girls behind her chuckled. Theo and Hazel looked at each other then laughed. He stood back up and took his hand off her shoulders.

"Sorry," he giggled. "I had like seven shots of," he hiccuped, "tequila. And then, like... three more." He laughed again.

"Yeesh," Hazel responded, "you're off your ass aren't you?"

"Nnnaaahh, I'm good." He waved his hand in a dismissal gesture. "I mean, I definitely shouldn't drive."

"So, you admit it," Hazel teased him and poked his chest.

"Nuh, I admit to nothin'!" He stumbled a little.

She grabbed his shoulders and straightened him out. "You got it?"

"I think so, but lemme test somethin'." He flopped over into a hug again.

She let out a playful scream and laughed. "I can't hold you up!"

He started walking into her with his arms wrapped around her. "You-" he hiccuped. "You got it, you got it."

She pushed into him, still laughing. "Stop it! Get off!"

He stopped walking into her but didn't let go. Instead, he let out a soft groan into her shoulder. "Mmmph... I like you."

Hazel's eyes grew wide, and she blushed.

"NOISE," the pig yelled again. "Get off of her!"

Theodore turned around quickly, keeping one of his hands on her shoulder. "I'M BEING NICE!!

"You're overwhelming her," the pig scolded him. "She doesn't even know you like that!"

"Yes she does!" He pointed at him and shouted. "Yes she does..." He turned to Hazel and put his hands on her upper arms. He smiled. "Right?"

She looked him in the eyes and smiled. "Right."

They made eye contact for a brief minute. He bit his lip and winked. She blushed. The pig came over and grabbed Noise by the hood. "Come on, asshole," he said, "let's go. You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" They argued as they walked away.

"Yes, you are!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Fuck you mean, 'nuh-uh'? You're off your ass!"

"I just shouldn't drive," he hiccuped.

"Shut up! Let's go!"

Theo turned around and waved goodbye to Hazel with a smile. She waved back and laughed as he stumbled to his knees.

"Damn it, Noise, get up!"

Theo laughed hysterically as he rolled onto his back. Hazel and the other girls chuckled at his antics. The pig helped him up, but Theo kicked and thrashed.

"Get in the car!" The pig shouted. The other boy got into the car willingly. The pig tried the push Theodore into the car, but he was pushing back.

"I don't wanna!"

"Get in the fucking car!"

"I DON'T WANNA!"

Hazel ran over, giggling. "Let me help," she whispered. The pig smiled.

"Thanks," he spoke. "You get the legs, I'll get the arms. Ready?"

She nodded. She sweeped Theo's legs up as the pig grabbed his arms. He let out a silly shriek as they shoved him in the car. He was laughing and squirming. "No-ho! Let go of meeee!" Hazel also laughed. Seeing him like that was hilarious! The two managed to get him into the car and closed the door.

"Thank you," the pig shook her hand. "Sorry if he made you uncomfortable. He's an idiot."

"Oh, please," she waved her hand in dismissal. "I know how he is. He was touchy, but I can't say it bothered me." She chuckled.

The pig sighed. "Anyways, I gotta get these assholes home before one of them pukes in my car."

The pig got into the car and drove off. Hazel turned around. The girls were behind her. Their arms were crossed, and they were smiling wide. Hazel blushed and laughed. Lia raised her brows. "He was all over you," she exclaimed.

Hazel rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, heh... He's not usually like that."

"He totally likes you," Katie teased.

"Aaaahhh," Hazel squealed, "I know!"

"When ya gonna kiss him," Lia chuckled.

"Shush!!"

"Come oooon," Lia nudged her shoulder as they walked into the bar. "Next time you go on a date, KISS HIM!"

"No! I can't!"

"Why not? He's super into you!" Katie chimed in.

"I don't wanna ruin it!"

"Hazel," Lia stopped and put her hand on her own chest. "We all saw him bite his lip and wink at you. He. Likes. You. A LOT. And you like him, too, right?"

"Of course, I do!"

Lia put her hands on Hazel's shoulders and shook her gently. "THEN. KISS. HIM."

Hazel brushed Lia off her. "Okay, okay! I'll kiss him."

Lia cheered and high-fived Katie. "Now, let's drink!"

-

The next morning, Hazel woke up feeling okay. She didn't get super wasted as to not get a hangover. She was a tiny bit groggy, though. She went over to her bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Shortly after, her cellphone started to ring. She sluggishly walked over to it and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Theo..."

"Oh, hey!"

"Look, I just want to apologize for anything I did last night."

"Huh? Wait, what?"

"That was you I saw last night, wasn't it?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry, I acted like a complete idiot."

"No, you didn't! I mean, you kinda did when we were trying to get you into the car."

"James, that pig guy I was with, told me that I was all over you, and I am so fucking sorry."

"Don't apologize! You were fine!"

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't remember all of it. I remember hugging you a couple times..."

"You did a bit more than hug me."

"Oh, fuck, I-"

"No, no, you were, like, leaning all of your weight into me. You wanted me to hold you up. It was funny!" She laughed.

He sighed. "Look, I just... I feel so embarrassed. If I did or said anything that made you uncomfortable last night, I am so, so fucking sorry."

"Alright, fine, fine. Just to make you feel better, I'll accept your apology. But trust me, you didn't do anything out of hand."

"Good, good..."

She giggled.

"Ugh..." He moaned, "I'm gonna let you go and probably try to go back to sleep. I am hung the fuck over."

"Okay, that's fine. Get some water first."

"I already have some beside me."

"Okay, good. Now go to bed."

"Alright. Goodnight... or good morning... or whenever it is."

She chuckled. "Goodnight, Theodore."

Theodore hung up and groaned. He had a massive headache. His body hurt just to move. He definitely got way too drunk last night. Despite apologizing to Hazel, he still felt incredibly ashamed. He felt like he almost ruined it with his drunken behavior. His friend made it seem like he was harassing her, and to the blind eye, it probably looked like it. But he had something special with her, even though they didn't know each other for very long. He could just feel it. He still got butterflies in his stomach when he thought about her or talked to her... Or maybe he was just hung over and about to vomit. Or both.

[ereardon]

Part Two: The Wedding Day

Summary: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, pining, weddings, cursing, smut, cheating 

WC: 5.2K

See part one here; series masterlist here

“Hold on, the back of your shoe is sliding off.” 

Anna crouched down in her pale pink silk dress and grabbed your ankle, pulling up the strap on your heels. 

“Is that better?” 

You nodded and she caught your gaze in the mirror, smiling. She straightened up and grabbed your arms with her tiny, cold hands. 

“You look beautiful.” 

You stared into the mirror. You saw what everyone else saw: a bride in a white dress. But you didn’t see what you should have seen.

A bride who couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle to the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. 

He was at the end of the aisle. They both were. 

That wasn’t the problem. 

You picked up your perfume and spritzed it on your exposed collarbones and wrists. Anna smiled. 

“That’s his favorite, isn’t it?” she asked, adjusting the one-shoulder tie of her silk gown. 

You looked down at the pink Chanel bottle in your hands. “Yeah, it is.” 

You remembered the first day you wore it. It was the day that you went to visit Jeremy and Bradley at Lemoore. They had been stationed there for four months after Pensacola. You were teeming with nervous energy as you got off the plane, tote bag hiked high on your shoulder, practically spilling out with housewarming gifts for the guys. At this point, Jeremy and Bradley had lived together for four years at the academy, and four years after in Florida. They were practically brothers. For all intents and purposes, you were their third wheel. 

You stepped off the plane and were already sweating. In the airport bathroom you fixed your hair and makeup, adjusted the sundress you were wearing that you knew Jeremy loved, and touched up your lipstick before pulling out your phone and calling him. 

“Hi baby, I’m here!” 

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” Jeremy’s deep voice rang through the phone and you felt your heart plummet. “I got called in for a watch. I’ll be home late. But I’m sending Bradshaw, he should already be there.” 

“Oh, OK,” you said, clearly dejected. 

“I love you and I’ll see you when I get home, OK? Keep the bed warm for me baby.” 

“I will.” 

You hung up the phone with a frown and exited the bathroom. You were looking down, peering inside of your ridiculously oversized tote that Jeremy always mocked you for because it seemed to swallow and lose every single one of your possessions, when you heard a familiar voice. “Y/N!” 

You looked up with a grin. Bradley was wearing his flight suit and a pair of aviator glasses, which he whipped off when he spotted you, not even hesitating before breaking out in a jog, pulling you seamlessly into his arms, one hand spread across your back. 

You breathed him in. Bradley. Just as Jeremy had become an integral part of your life, so had Bradley. He was there for all the important things: your graduation from Georgetown, when you bought your first car, he helped Jeremy build all of the shitty IKEA furniture in your crappy apartment, he was there when you got your GMAT scores back. Bradley had always been there. 

Even when Jeremy wasn’t. 

He pulled back, hands still resting on your waist, brown eyes drinking you in. “You look great, honey.” 

Your fingers gripped his forearms softly. “You too, Bradshaw.” 

He paused. There was so much that never needed to be said between you and Bradley. One look and you just knew. He understood you. “Let’s get your bag, OK?” 

You nodded, hiking your purse higher onto your shoulder and Bradley leaned over, guiding it off your arm seamlessly, holding it in his hand. With his other hand, he pressed against your lower back, propelling you forward toward baggage claim. 

In the Bronco, Bradley turned up the A/C. It was hot. Too fucking hot. You slipped out of your sandals and lifted your bare feet onto the dash, feeling the familiar warmth of the truck’s seats hugging your back. You looked at him with a smile, sliding on your sunglasses. 

“Missed you,” you said softly as Bradley took a right turn out of the airport terminal. 

He reached over, squeezing your hand. “Missed you more, Ace.” 

You turned back to the road, humming softly. 

Back at the apartment, you sighed. It was in clear need of a woman’s touch. There was a rough looking leather couch, a small four-person dining room table, a dirty lamp in one corner. Jeremy and Bradley were many things, but they were not homemakers. The two of them combined had about as much taste as a contestant who got cut in the first round of Queer Eye auditions. 

“I’ll put your stuff in Jer’s room,” Bradley said, carrying your luggage and purse into the room at the end of the hall. 

You scoped out the kitchen, already making a mental list of all the things you would need to buy for them. Maybe Bradley would let you borrow the Bronco, even though you knew he hated letting people drive it. 

Opening a cabinet next to the fridge you frowned. There was a small pepper grinder, a salt shaker and then up on a high shelf a bag that you could just barely make out. You stretched, letting out a small grunt as you reached for it, before a tall shadow enveloped you and you felt Bradley behind you, tanned muscular arm reaching up seamlessly and pulling the bag down. He set it on the counter. “It’s coffee.” 

You turned around, back against the counter, and smirked. “I can see that now.” 

Bradley kept one arm on the counter behind you, so you were trapped. “You smell great, Ace. What is that?” 

You grinned. “Coco Mademoiselle.” 

Bradley squinted. 

“Chanel perfume, Bradley,” you clarified and he nodded. You looked up at him. He was still close, so close you could smell him. Fresh, like grass after a rainstorm. “Brad?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Should we grab some dinner?” 

He took a step back. “Anything you want, Ace.” 

Later that night, you fell asleep on the couch waiting for Jeremy to come home. Bradley looked down. You were snoring softly, your head resting in his lap. He brushed hair out of your face and eased off of the couch gently, gathering you into his arms and carrying you down the hall to Jeremy’s room. He set you down on the bed softly, pulling the covers over your body. As he turned to leave, your fingers shot out, grabbing his wrist. “I love you, Brad,” you murmured. 

He leaned down, brushing a kiss over your forehead. “I love you, too.” 

Bradley laid down in his own room, fan blasting over his sweaty skin, waiting. Finally, he heard Jeremy unlocking the front door, heavy footsteps down the hall. He heard your giggle as Jeremy presumably woke you up, the not-so-muffled sounds of your excited reunion. 

He rolled over and pressed earplugs into his ears to drown out the sounds of your high pitched moans as Jeremy’s cock plunged into you over and over until you were practically wailing, your fingers gripping his muscular arms, your sweaty bare breasts slapping against his chiseled chest as you rode him so hard the bed knocked into the adjoining wall with Bradley’s. 

He groaned and buried his head under a pillow. 

And in the morning, he had to take a deep breath as he watched you make coffee in nothing more than a pair of lace panties and a ribbed tank top you had obviously stolen from Jeremy’s drawers, nipples prominently on display beneath the thin white fabric. You turned to him with a grin. “Hot as shit out, isn’t it?” you asked. 

Bradley nodded before turning around, exiting the kitchen empty handed. “Yeah, too hot.” 

Anna handed you the floral bouquet. The white satin ribbon was tight beneath your fingers as you fidgeted with it.

“Y/N?” Her voice rang out in the empty suite. You looked up. 

“Yeah?” 

“The photographer is waiting downstairs for the bridal portraits. Are you ready?” 

You smoothed your hands along the silky fabric of your dress. You remembered the day you bought it. 

Anna was supposed to come out and meet you in San Francisco but her grandmother had a stroke and the salon had only one available appointment. Moving the appointment date by even a week would be cutting it too close to get the tailoring done before the wedding. 

You were disappointed, but it happened. You knew what you wanted. Something simple. Silk or satin, no lace. No frills. Anna would just try to convince you to try on something insane anyway, like a fully beaded corset dress. Something outside of your comfort zone. 

You drove the four hours to the city from Lemoore and dropped your bags at the hotel. It was a long trip, and Jeremy had booked you a room knowing you wouldn’t want to make the drive there and back in the same day. 

At the salon, the woman at the front smiled and asked for your name. You gave it to her and she looked at the screen. “And is your maid of honor Anna still coming?” 

You shook your head, trying to hide your emotions. “No, um, it’s just me.” 

“Well then,” she said, “let’s get you back in the dressing area.” 

You nodded, following her along the plush white carpeted hallway. 

The bridal associate helped you pick out a few dresses. She measured your waist and hips and chest, and left the changing room after laying out a silk ballgown on the floor, creating a well in the middle for you to step into so she could clip you in. You tugged the curtain aside once you were in, and she re-entered, yanking up the dress and clipping you in. 

The associate held open the curtain and you stepped up gingerly onto the platform in front of the tri-paneled mirror. 

“You look beautiful.” 

Your eyes caught Bradley’s through the mirror. He stood a few feet back from the podium, hands at his sides, a genuine smile spread across his face. 

You whipped around, tossing yourself into his arms before leaning back and pounding on his muscular bicep with one hand. 

“Brad! What on Earth are you doing here!” 

“Your mom told me that Anna bailed,” he said softly. “And I knew you wouldn’t want to do this alone.” 

The associate raised her eyebrows. “It’s frowned upon for the groom to see the bride in her dress,” she said. “Let alone help pick the dress.” 

“Oh he’s not my fiancé,” you said, eyes still locked on Bradley’s. “He’s my best friend.” 

Bradley smiled. “Let’s find you a dress, princess.” 

“I’m going to check on the musicians, OK?” Anna stood at the door, one hand on the handle. “Will you be alright while I’m gone?” 

You gave her a weak smile. “It’s my wedding day. Of course I’ll be fine.” 

She grinned, slipping out of the door of the suite. 

You walked over to the wet bar and pulled a rocks glass from the cabinet, grabbing a bottle of Grey Goose and dumping it in with a splash. You lifted it to your lips. 

It burned going down. 

You were eight drinks deep and feeling it. You were still young, only twenty three, and open bar weddings were a novelty. A delightful novelty. 

You returned to the table and practically collapsed on the chair, the green satin bow adorning the back sliding to the ground. Bradley grinned at you from the next chair over, elbow leaning on the table. 

“You’re wasted,” he muttered, shaking his head. 

“Am not!” you cried and he laughed as you sent a glass flying onto its side, dribbling water all down the white tablecloth. 

“Fuck, Ace,” he said, “be careful.”

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly, righting the glass which thankfully was not broken and taking a sip of water. You closed your eyes briefly. “OK fine, I’m drunk.” 

He nodded, standing up and tossing his suit jacket over one arm. “Come on, I’m taking you home.” 

You pouted and Bradley almost caved. You could get him to do practically anything with that look. But the one thing you couldn’t get him to do was ignore your safety. 

“Nope, not gonna work tonight, Y/N,” he said quietly. “Come on, I got you.”

He hauled you to your feet, your four inch stilettos doing nothing for your ability to look less than inebriated. The two of you pulled an Irish goodbye, not even stopping to talk to the bride and groom, friends of yours and Jeremy’s that you two had met once he and Bradley were stationed in Pensacola right after graduating from the academy. 

Jeremy was meant to be your date, but he got called up for a mission at the last second and called in Bradley as his reinforcement. Bradley drove the two of you in his Bronco to New Orleans for the wedding. 

You stumbled entering your hotel in the CBD. You had wanted to stay in the Quarter, but Jeremy had insisted the central business district had better, cleaner hotels. 

You plopped down on the king bed, pawing at the ankle straps of your heels, grunting when your fingers couldn’t quite grip them right. 

“Hey, hey, hold on a second.” 

Bradley locked the door behind him, crossing the room and coming to kneel in front of where you sat on the bed, his thick fingers easily working the clasps of your black heels, sliding them off of your feet. You looked down at him. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” 

Bradley stayed kneeling between your legs. Unconsciously, you spread your thighs wider. His eyes turned to saucers and he started to stand but you reached out, pressing your hands to the tops of his shoulders. “Bradley?” 

“Yeah?” 

“What would you do if I asked you to kiss me?” 

A groan bubbled out of his throat. Bradley raised his hands to your bare legs, fingers slipping over your calves, up to behind your knees. Desire was practically burning him alive. “I’d say what about Jeremy.” 

Things with you and Jeremy were good, for the most part. But he was gone a lot. And you were young. Sometimes you wanted more than someone who was good on paper. Sometimes you wanted someone who was there. Someone who looked at you the way Bradley did when he thought you didn’t notice. 

“Y/N,” he whispered. “What are you doing?” 

“Testing a hypothesis,” you said, leaning down and pressing your lips against his. In an instant, Bradley’s hands were on your cheeks, cupping your neck, running down your sides, coming to grip your waist. 

“Fuck,” he grunted against your skin as you kissed him back, sliding further to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his shoulders. 

His hands pushed up the black fabric of your dress around your hips, revealing the thin strip of lace between your legs. He practically salivated looking at it. You opened your legs wider and Bradley lunged forward, tearing it off with one hand, tossing the ripped lace over his shoulder onto the ground. He leaned in, licking up against your already wet folds, pulling a moan from your throat. One large hand pressed down on your hips, the other came to your core, nudging you apart, scissoring your entrance. And then Bradley plunged one thick finger inside of you, causing you to scream out in surprise and ecstasy as he immediately nudged against your g-spot with his thick, calloused fingertip, his tongue flicking perfectly against your clit, forcing you to clench down on him within seconds. 

“Fuck yes,” he muttered against your clit, tongue circling your swollen bud, adding another finger to your drenched cunt, fucking into you hard as you tried to lift your hips off the bed, desperate for more of him. 

“Yes, yes!” you moaned, your walls closing in on his fingers. “Gonna come, oh God!” 

And then you were coming around his fingers, Bradley’s face buried deep against your clit, his fingers thrusting up inside of you until you were screaming at the overstimulation. 

You wasted no time pulling him to you, fingers bunched on the fabric of his white button down shirt, desperate for the weight of his muscular body on top of yours. You slid out of the rest of your dress, fingers flying to Bradley’s belt. 

“Slow down, Ace,” he said, covering your hand with his, your fingers struggling with the zipper fly. 

“No,” you murmured against his neck, kissing him until he was purring in your ear. You slid your fingers under the waistband of his suit pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his boxers. You yanked those down, freeing his hard cock. Immediately, you wrapped your fingers around his length, moaning at how hard and thick he was. 

“Shit, baby, God that feels so good,” Bradley moaned into your neck as you pumped his length.

You opened your legs wide, feeling his hot, weeping tip sweep over your swollen and wet cunt. “Fuck me, now, Roo,” you whimpered and Bradley couldn’t control himself. With a single thrust he was pushing himself all of the way inside of you, your fingers coming out to clutch at his back, a scream rippling through your throat as you practically ripped in half to accommodate his size. “Oh my GOD,” you wept, legs shaking. “You’re huge.” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmured against your neck, stilling inside of you. Normally, Bradley was tender with girls. He knew he was large, he tried to make it as comfortable as he could. But with you, he was desperate. He was on fire. He was possessed. “Shit, baby, are you OK?” 

You nodded, a tear leaking down your cheek. “Yes, Roo, just fuck me, please?” 

That sent all of the blood back to his cock and he leaned onto his forearms, slamming his hips into yours, forcing a string of moans out of your mouth. You bit down on his shoulder through his shirt, leaving lipstick marks on the white fabric, as Bradley moaned in your ear. He was practically whimpering as you leaned down and grabbed behind your knees, pulling your own legs back, letting him angle even deeper inside of you. “Shit,” he hissed in your ear, “you like it rough don’t you? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk.” 

“Yes!” you sobbed, feeling him brush so far inside of you that your eyes rolled back into your head. Your orgasm was a volcano moments before eruption. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to come again.” 

“Come for me, princess,” he muttered against your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. He popped off with a loud suction. “Let me feel you coming on my cock. Been thinkin’ about this for so long, Jesus you feel so good.” 

“Fuck, Bradley!” And then you were crashing around him, your walls squeezing so tight Bradley could barely thrust his cock back inside of you. He watched your face, your eyes squeezed shut tightly, perfect mouth rounded in an “o” as you cried out his name. That sent him over the edge and he sat up, grabbing your hips with his large hands, lifting your ass slightly off the bed, fucking into you like a mad man, feeling your cum dripping around his cock as he pressed forward, collapsing against your chest with a cry, painting inside of you, making you his. 

The two of you laid there, sweaty, still attached. For a moment, neither of you said anything. 

And then your phone started to ring where it sat on the pillow. You looked at Bradley in horror. He pulled out of you quickly and you rolled over, grabbing for the phone, answering it and standing up. 

“Hello?” 

There was a muffled sound on the other end. Bradley watched as you walked to the closet, pulling a bathrobe off of the hanger and sliding it on. When you turned to him, he noted the way your mascara and eyeliner were smudged and running down your cheek from where your tears had slid. You looked on the verge of tears again. 

“Yeah, he’s here,” you whispered into the phone, looking directly at Bradley. “We had a good time at the wedding. I’ll call you tomorrow when we’re on the road?” 

Bradley slid on a pair of boxers and stood on the opposite side of the bed. He dragged a hand down his face in anguish. 

Your gaze was still locked on him. “I love you, too,” you said softly into the receiver. 

You hung up. Bradley opened his mouth. 

You cut him off. “This never happened.” And then you went into the en suite bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the floor and cried. 

“Everyone is downstairs, honey. Are you ready?”

You looked up at your dad. He felt tall. You felt like you were five years old again, playing dress up. It didn’t feel like your wedding day. None of it felt real. 

Where had all of the years gone? How had you gone from a little girl to a woman in the blink of an eye? It felt almost comical that they were letting you get married. You were thirty one, but you felt like a child wearing your mom’s shoes in her walk-in closet. 

Your father stood by the door in his black tux. Anna was next to him, carrying both her bouquet and yours. The wedding planner had her clipboard out, foot tapping nervously on the plush carpet of the suite. 

You nodded. 

“Let’s go.” 

“Get out!” 

“Baby.”

“Leave!” You practically threw yourself at the door closing it behind you. Jeremy stood on the other side of the bedroom door, his bedroom door. You slid to the ground, tears streaming down your face. After a moment, you heard Jeremy’s exasperated sigh. There was a minute or so of chatter as he obviously conveyed his frustrations to Bradley in the living room before the distinct slam of the front door rang out through the rental house. 

You crawled away from the door, unlocking it and peering out into the hallway. Bradley stood at the end of it, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Is he gone?” you asked, pulling yourself to standing, arm shaky as you braced yourself against the doorway. 

He nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Good.” You walked out into the living room and made your way into the kitchen, grabbing for a wine glass and the bottle of white that sat out on the counter, splashing some into the glass and downing it in a single gulp. Bradley followed you wordlessly into the kitchen. 

“You gonna tell me what happened, Ace?” 

“What did he tell you?” you asked, turning toward him. He looked good, wearing a tight black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and a pair of athletic shorts that ended higher on the thighs than you’d expect. 

Bradley shook his head. “Not going to play games with you tonight, Y/N. He’s my best friend and you’re his girlfriend.”

“I thought I was your best friend, too,” you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. “Or did that stop when we slept together?” 

Bradley paled. It had been almost two years since that night in New Orleans, but he still thought about it every time he reached down and tugged on his cock, bringing himself to orgasm thinking of the way your face had contorted as he slid inside of you. It was torture listening to you make love with Jeremy in the room next to his when he knew exactly what sounds could be dripping out of your mouth, if it was his bed you were in. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said softly, shaking your head. “I shouldn’t have said that.” 

The two of you had never talked about New Orleans again. It was an agreement. Practically law. The two of you could only exist if you refused to ever bring it up again. 

Bradley crossed his arms over his chest. 

“He’s going to the bar,” he said after a moment. “Not sure how long he’ll be gone. That’s all he told me.” 

You poured yourself another glass of wine and brushed past Bradley into the living room, settling down on the couch. “He doesn’t listen to me,” you muttered. “He loves to hear himself. He thinks he’s God sometimes and I swear, I don’t know whether or not he even realizes I’m there half the time.” 

Bradley took a seat on the ottoman in front of the couch, leaning his elbows against his legs, thighs spread wide. “He loves you, Ace.” 

You raised your eyes to his, filled with tears. “Sometimes love isn’t enough, Bradley. Two people can love each other but not be right for each other.” 

He looked at you with a grimace. “I know that.” 

Of course he did. He loved you. He had always loved you. But he had also convinced himself he wasn’t right for you.  

What if he was wrong? 

“What am I doing?” you whispered. 

You had moved to Pensacola a year ago, after your MBA program at Georgetown ended. You had given up your dreams to follow Bradley and Jeremy as they moved from base to base. They had just gotten the call that their next assignment was Lemoore. You had accepted a six-month placement with a firm in Atlanta that would overlap with their first few months in California. You were still young, only twenty five, but you wanted clarity. You wanted a promise that Jeremy wasn’t willing to give you. 

That was the fight. You wanted the promise of a ring when you joined him in Lemoore. He hadn’t been sure. After four years, he still wasn’t sure. 

“You’re doing your best, Ace,” Bradley said quietly. “It’s all any of us can do.” 

“He doesn’t want to marry me,” you cried. “He said he’s not ready. That he’s not sure.” You raised your eyes to his. “Why isn’t he sure?” 

“Honey.” 

You shook your head. “He should be sure, right? That’s a red flag, right? If he loved me, he’d want to marry me.” 

“Y/N, it’s not that simple,” Bradley said, leaning forward and taking your hands into his. You tipped your head to the side, sniffling. Bradley reached one hand up and cupped your chin, tilting it up, forcing you to look at him. “Jer loves you. But he’s just scared. You’re not like him. You’re a planner. You know what you want and you go after it immediately. Jeremy? He needs more time on things. Remember how long it took him to pick out his truck?” 

You laughed. The three of you had spent five weekends in a row at the car dealership until finally you tossed your hands in the air in exasperation. Get the damn car, Jer! you had shouted. In the end, he walked away with the exact one the three of you had decided was best before you even stepped foot on the lot. 

Bradley was right. Jeremy needed time. He wasn’t a risk taker. He wasn’t quick to make decisions. But he was practical and he was strong and he held you together when you felt like falling apart. 

He was all of the things that Bradley wasn’t. 

And Bradley was all of the things Jeremy lacked. 

You needed them. Both of them. 

You could hear the musicians playing. The doors to the ballroom were closed. You had opted not to have Anna and Bradley walk down the aisle as bridesmaid and groomsman. They were already at the altar, waiting. 

With Jeremy. 

Your father looked down at you with a smile. “Are you ready princess?” 

You gripped your bouquet in one hand, your father’s arm supporting you on the other side. 

You looked up at him with a nod and the wedding planner tossed open the doors. Everyone rose to their feet but you couldn’t focus on anyone except the two guys at the front of the room. 

Bradley and Jeremy stood so close they were almost touching. You took in Jeremy’s dark hair, slicked back in a perfect coif, bright white smile, hazel eyes sweeping over you. 

Behind him was Bradley. You could feel the weight of his stare from the end of the aisle. 

You tightened your grip on your father’s arm. It was like you were floating toward them. 

Both of them. 

Your mouth was open in shock. “What did you just say?” 

“Does he make you as happy as I would make you?” 

You felt the tears start to stream down your face. “Bradley, don’t do this,” you begged. “Not now, not tonight.” 

“If not tonight then when, Y/N?” he demanded, fingers gripping your arms tighter. “I love you and I have always loved you and I promise if you say yes I’ll spend the rest of my life doing anything I can to give you everything you could ever want.” 

“It’s too late!” you sobbed. “I’m getting married tomorrow, Bradley. What about that do you not understand?” 

He backed away. You practically sagged against the wall separating the living room from the bedroom of the suite. His brown eyes were hard, relentless. They never left yours. “You didn’t answer my question, Y/N.” 

You opened your mouth to reply.

“Do you, Y/N, take Jeremy to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, to have and to hold, for better or for worse?” 

You raised your eyes, flooded with tears, over Jeremy’s shoulder. They locked onto Bradley’s chocolatey warm ones. 

He felt his heart speed up in his chest. There was a buzzing, all around him, drowning out all the noise. It was just your eyes on his. Your hands in Jeremy’s. 

He waited. 

He thought back to the way you had smiled at him in that dirty college bar that humid June night. 

He thought about the way you had looked at him in the bridal suite less than twenty-four hours before. 

He thought about the way you smelled as he picked you up at the airport the first time you visited Lemoore. 

He thought about how you had felt under his fingertips in that New Orleans hotel room.

Bradley thought about all of the times he should have told you, but didn’t. He thought about all of the I love yous he had missed out on. The goodnight kisses. The desperate, intimate moans that could have been for him. He thought about how much his mother had loved you. How your laugh sounded like a symphony and the fact that he would fall asleep with a smile on his face if you were just in the house with him, even if it meant you were asleep in Jeremy’s arms. Bradley looked into your eyes and thought about all of the times that you had smiled for him and him alone. He felt his heart catch in his throat. 

A single tear slipped down your cheek. 

“I do,” you whispered. 

The buzzing stopped. Everything was suddenly, overwhelmingly, irrevocably silent. 

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The love we gave away

Chapter 5

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut!, oral (f receiving), sad reader, bit of asshole Ransom

A/N: so here is the next chapter. I’m sorry I guess 😬

Series Masterlist

Song that Faith and reader sing along to

The sun was out providing warmth and another bright day. A light breeze kept you cool enough as you sat on the balcony on the last floor of the hotel you were staying at. It was the perfect place to relax, take in the view and enjoy the free time and inspiration as you sketched new designs. You were waiting for Faith to show up for brunch in your room but you also knew she was a bit on the drunk side when you last saw her.

It was another half hour before Faith finally showed up followed by hotel staff carting food. You had them set everything up out on the balcony and tipped them as they left. Faith groaned as she walked out to the balcony with her huge sunglasses and loungewear on. She plopped herself on one of the chairs and grabbed a strawberry.

“Did you have a good night last night?” You tease.

“Did you?”

“I did, I slept great.”

“With Ransom as your body pillow of course.” Faith smiles.

“Nope. All by myself.”

“Say just kidding right now.” Faith takes off her sunglasses so that you’ll look her in the eyes. “But you were all over each other yesterday. And don’t think I forgot about you telling me everything about your meetup in New York.” She says as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah well, we actually met up for the first time a few weeks ago.”

“You’re playing with me.”

“Nope.”

“How did it happen? Why did you guys meet up?” She leans forward and places all of her attention on you once she sees your brilliant smile.

You grabbed your phone and searched for something before turning it toward Faith. She studied the photo for a moment before it clicked. Faith screamed as she grabbed your phone and stared at the picture of the twins you had pulled up.

“How? I mean look at them. They’re beautiful. When did this happen? You have to tell me everything.”

So you did. Over brunch you explained everything that had happened from the moment the twins showed up in your life until now.

“Wow. I mean that’s amazing. So when can I meet my niece and nephew?”

“We can get together when you get back from your honeymoon.”

“Perfect. What about you and Ransom?”

“What about us?” You ask as you pop a grape into your mouth.

“Don’t play dumb it doesn’t suit you. It’s obvious you guys still have feelings for each other. Just the way you looked at each other.” She sighs.

“Nothings going to happen. I mean he has a girlfriend.”

Faith perks up at your statement and then she grins. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“They broke up. Why do you think he’s here alone?”

“I don’t know, I thought she’d fly in today or tomorrow.”

“This is perfect. You’ll be back together before the wedding is over. I can feel it.” Faith does a little happy dance in her seat.

“Well I’m not getting my hopes up. Now let’s go try on your dress.”

You both get up and head to the separate room the dress was being held in. Faith gets into the dress with a little bit of your help and you make notes to add a few finishing touches.

The day went by quicker than you would have liked. The rehearsal dinner was fantastic and now everyone was meeting in the lobby to catch a party bus to go out to a club or two. It wasn’t really your thing but considering you were with people you knew and Faith badgering you to go you got dressed.

In the lobby you were one of the last people down. You wore a gold sequin bodycon mini dress, matching gold stilettos, your hair was down and your makeup was simple with bold lipstick. As your heels clicked against the tiled floor you saw Ransom turn his head in your direction. His jaw went slack as he took you in. He took his time looking at the way the dress hugged your curves. When he finally made eye contact with you his eyes were dark and full of want.

Ransom was dressed in dark brown almost black dress pants and a short sleeve button up with an orange, black, cream and white design on it. He looked good and pulled off the look effortlessly.

“You look stunning.” He says as you get closer to him.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself.”

Heels click behind you as Faith and Scott appear. She was dressed in white and he was dressed in black. Everyone cheers for them as they lead the group outside. Ransom immediately sticks to your side. His hand on your lower back as he guides you to the party bus which could probably be seen from space with all the lights it had on.

Music is already blasting as you get in. Faith and a few of the bridesmaids are already dancing. You on the other hand decide to sit and Ransom follows your lead. His arm drapes behind you.

“Let’s take a picture.” You whisper in his ear and he nods. “I haven’t told the twins that we ran into each other.”

You pull your phone from the clutch you brought with you and Ransom leans in and waits for you to snap a few. Butterflies erupt in your belly as you look at them. You remember what Faith said to you about him being single now. When you look up she’s giving you a wicked grin and a thumbs up. With a quick message you send the kids a picture.

Abigail: You went together? 😱😱

Theodore: make good choices.

You explain to them that you didn’t know he would be there and that you would in fact be making good choices.

****

For the next three hours you go through the same routine. The bus comes to a stop at a club and everyone gets out, excited for the party to continue inside. The group skips the line and are escorted straight to the VIP section. It doesn’t take long for everyone to have drinks in their hands, yourself included. Soon after, Faith and the bridesmaids leave for the dance floor, dragging you along with them.

It doesn’t escape your notice how Ransom hangs out by the area that gives the best view to the dance floor. His eyes rarely leave you as you move around and sway your hips.

Eventually a slower song comes on at the club you’re currently in. It happens to be a song that you and Faith love.

🎶“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes.

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry.

You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night.”🎶

You sing to each other at the top of your lungs as you sway. Faith looks over your shoulder and smiles before Scott steals her away. But before you can go, hands find their way to your hips. You’re ready to elbow whoever is grabbing you.

“It’s just me, Thimble.” Ransom’s breath tickles your ear as he pulls you into his chest.

Since he doesn’t make a move to leave you begin to dance. And if you decide to grind against him and he doesn’t complain, so what? You’re both single and you know there’s still something between you. For the first time in your life you’re going to take a chance on something. No more carefully calculated plans, just a carefree night and whatever happens, happens.

🎶“The distance and the time between us

It’ll never change my mind ’cause

Baby, I would die for you

Baby, I would die for you, yeah.” 🎶

Ransom sings just for you to hear as he moves with you. You turn your head so that you can look at him and he gives you a nod towards the exit. It’s more than a silent request to leave early but you still nod your head. Ransom smiles, like he did when he was younger. With no ulterior motive other than he’s genuinely happy, you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. You grab his hand and let him lead you out. Through the crowd you see Faith and smile before sending a wink in her direction. Last thing you see is her jumping up and down in celebration.

The ride back to the hotel is quick and the elevator ride up to your hotel suite is even faster. But it didn’t feel like it at times. None of it mattered though once the door to your suite closed and Ransom pressed you up against it. It had been the first time in a long time that you’ve kissed someone and even longer since you’ve kissed him.

A small moan escapes you as you feel Ransom’s hands everywhere. He’s possessive with his kiss, his tongue dominating yours. It’s obvious you both have more experience now. Ransom moves from your lips to your neck. He finds that spot that makes you weak while he moves a knee between your thighs. The pressure he applies is enough to get you hot and bothered.

“Ransom, please.” You say as your hands find their way to his hair and you tug.

He lifts you and carries you over to the bed without his lips leaving your skin. That all familiar ache that settled between your legs grows. Ransom lays you down softly on the bed. He gives you a quick kiss before standing back up and getting undressed until he’s only in his black boxer briefs.

“Do you want this?” He asks as he moves to hover over you.

“Yes.”

“Good because I don’t think I’d be able to leave now.” He says before he continues to kiss your chest, pulling down the top of your dress and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth.

His hand palms and kneads your other breast before alternating his attention. You whimper and writhe beneath him as your hands explore the expanse of his much more muscular frame. The experience was new but familiar. Both of you had matured and learned new things. Yet it felt like everything was the same. You’re brought back to the moment when you feel Ransom’s hands on your hips as he pushes up the skirt of your dress up. He groans as he observes you.

“Dirty girl,” he says when he realizes you weren’t wearing any underwear. Your breath hitches when his fingers travel through your folds. “No panties and you’re fucking soaked.”

“Panty lines would have ruined the look.” You shrug.

“Well you did look good. But now I’m going to ruin you. And I’m going to start by doing what I’ve thought about doing for the longest time.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to taste you.” He says as he settles between your legs.

Ransom starts by kissing your thighs until he reaches your center and then he dives right in. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard and up until this moment you never realized how much you needed Ransom to eat you out. You can’t help the need you feel to push your pussy more into his face but it only seems to spur him on. He groans as he tastes you and you pull on his hair. His tongue moves from your clit to your weeping entrance and back before he adds a finger and pushes in. Ransom’s pace is quick and suddenly he adds a second finger while he continues to flick his tongue over your clit. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Don’t stop. Please.” You say breathlessly. “Gonna come.”

“I can feel it, pretty girl. Doing so good. Be a good girl and come for me.” He commands and you do as you’re told.

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You have your eyes closed and your head thrown back in pleasure as you chant his name over and over. When you finally get a hold of your senses you realize Ransom is hovering over you again. This time he’s just watching you. A smile graces his lips and his eyes are full of that sweet and loving gaze he always held for you. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He murmurs against your lips. With the kiss you taste yourself in his tongue and you gasp.

You do your best to push him so that he’s laying on his back but he doesn’t budge and he chuckles when you roll your eyes. Finally he moves and watches you get rid of the dress which became more of a belt with how it was only around your waist. Vulnerability hits you suddenly. He hasn’t seen you since you were 17. Your body has definitely changed since then and since having the twins. All you want to do is cover yourself up. Ransom notices the sudden change in your demeanor and moves towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey, none of that.”

“I can’t help it. It’s been a while.” You confess.

“So what. C’mere.” He pulls you to stand between his legs. He immediately starts kissing your belly and the stretch marks that remained even after all this time. “You’re so beautiful, don’t hide from me. You gave me the most beautiful gift ever with this body.”

Ransom pulls you back to bed and he settles between your legs again. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and you move your hand between both your bodies. His breath gets caught in his throat as you palm his hard cock through his underwear before pulling him out.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he ruts into your hand.

Ransom pulls away from you and you move with him. You have the intention of returning the favor. But he pushes you gently back against the bed and then grabs his pants. You give him a confused look until you see that he’s pulling a condom out. Ransom puts it on and is hovering over you again.

You look him straight in the eyes as you line him up and he pushes in. He moans with you as he bottoms out in one quick thrust.

“Still so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” He mutters as he starts to move.

“Ran.”

“Tell me pretty girl. What do you want?”

“Faster, please.” You say. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on to him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Ransom pulls back until he’s kneeling between your legs. His hands are on your hips as he pulls you with him and his eyes never leave yours. Neither of you can break eye contact as he moves faster just like you asked. He hits your g-spot every time and the second orgasm of the night hits you quickly. You say his name over and over again until he’s kissing you.

His hands move from your hips and travel up your body until he’s holding yours over your head. You intertwine your fingers with his and the moment shifts from just getting pleasure to something more. His thrusts slow but are still hard.

“I missed you.” You say, a tear escapes you.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Neither can deny that the attraction is still there. That you still seek each other out for more than talking about the twins. Things between you were left unresolved but as you lay there underneath him you can’t ignore the emotions that bubble under the surface. The possible meaning of having sex after being apart for so long.

“Ransom. S’good.” You mutter between kisses.

“You gonna give me one more?” He looks down at you to find your beautifully blissed out face. “I can feel how tight you are. I know you can give me one more.”

One of his hands leaves yours and he shifts until he can start circling your clit. The added stimulation has your jaw slacking. You mewl and move your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Come with me. Please baby.” You whisper as he hides his face in your neck.

You shudder as Ransom thrusts faster and harder. He grunts against your skin and you know you’re both close to the edge. Your legs wrap around him as his hips stutter with a few more thrusts and you feel yourself being pulled over the edge with him. You can see stars and feel Ransom’s weight on you and nothing has felt better than this in a long time. After a minute of catching his breath Ransom reluctantly pulls out of you softly and lays down beside you.

“That was amazing.” You murmur.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.” You lightly slap his chest as you chuckle.

You feel the bed shift and look to the side to see Ransom get up and go to the bathroom. When he comes back he has a damp hand towel in hand.

“I’m gonna clean you up thimble.”

You hiss at the over sensitivity as he cleans up the mess between your thighs but you thank him anyway. Then he pulls back the covers and lets you get comfortable before sliding in next you and pulling you into his chest. You both stayed awake, the conversation was minimal but Ransom keeps you close. Soon enough he’s kissing you again and you find yourselves wrapped up in each other. Over and over again.

It’s mid morning when you finally stir. There’s a hushed conversation happening as you stretch out in bed and an obvious empty spot next to you. However Ransom saunters in wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He says as he leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Come on, get up. I ordered us some breakfast.”

You stretch again and this time the covers slide down and reveal your chest to him. He does nothing to hide his ogling.

“Maybe we can stay in bed for a few extra minutes.” He says as he moves to lay back down.

You laugh as you cover yourself up again by wrapping the sheets around you.

“Fine,” Ransom pouts. “But hurry up because the water is getting cold.”

“The water?”

Ransom smirks as he leads you to the huge ensuite bathroom where he had prepared a bath for you. There were rose petals floating on the water and the scent of rose and bergamot permeated in the air. The breakfast that Ransom had ordered was set up for easy reach from the bathtub and it was all bite size versions of your favorite foods.

Ransom gets in first and you drop your sheet and he holds a hand out to help you in. Once you’re settled and relaxed Ransom hands you a cup of coffee and he takes his own. You talk about the wedding and work. By the time the water was cold, breakfast was gone and you had to go finish the last few details on Faith’s dress.

“Are you free tonight?” Ransom asks as he stands at the door.

“I should be.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.” He says before giving you a kiss and leaving before you can protest.

****

“You got dicked down.” Faith states as she walks in on you finishing up the last adjustment her dress needed.

You look over your shoulder and roll your eyes.

“I saw him walking out of your suite and toward the elevator. I knew you’d get back together.”

“Woah,” you raise a hand to stop her. “We had sex… multiple times. But we didn’t talk about getting back together.”

“What are you talking about? It’s inevitable. Your kids are back in your lives, you’re both single and successful. Nothing is getting in the way of you being together. If you don’t end up together right away, you will eventually.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Faith nods as she looks over the dress one more time. “I’m the bride, I'm never wrong.”

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say you had a whole spa day planned?”

“I booked some things for you too.”

“But I’m adding-“

“The dress is already perfect. The only way it can be more perfect is by me wearing it, which I will, tomorrow. Now let’s go relax.” She pulls your hand as you put away the last of your sewing kit.

“Fine, let’s go.”

“Wow.” Ransom mutters as you open the door. “Stunning.”

You were wearing a simple navy sundress with small white flowers on it and sandals. Your hair was up and away from your face and you kept your makeup simple. Ransom wore a simple short sleeve button up shirt and dark jeans. He pulled you by the waist and kissed you.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm.” You hummed wide eyed and slightly breathless. The things this man could do to you and you’d happily let him.

****

Ransom had led you to the docks where there was a wooden runabout boat waiting for you. He got in first and offered you his hand so that you could get in before you were whisked away.

You were kept on your toes and pleasantly surprised when the boat was docked at a private beach. Ransom led you further away from the dock and toward a picnic on the beach. It was just in time to watch the sunset.

“This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, thimble.” Ransom kissed your cheek once you settled next to him.

“I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“What, was me climbing up to your dorm room to deliver the foods you were craving during your pregnancy not romantic enough?”

You smile at the memory of that. He did get in trouble more than once for sneaking out of the school grounds in the middle of the night but he never let you down. Those were some of your favorite memories. He would sneak into your room and sit with you and talked to the twins while you ate.

“It was very romantic, you’re right.”

“I know.” He smirked as he handed you a flute of champagne. “I know you don’t really drink but I thought we should celebrate.”

“And what are we celebrating?”

You look at him over the flute of champagne as you take a sip. His ocean blue eyes don’t leave your face for even a moment as he thinks over what he’s going to say. Ransom drinks his champagne in one go.

“Reuniting, meeting the twins, getting a chance to know them.” He starts rambling before he looks down at you. “This.” He says as his lips slot over your perfectly.

The champagne glasses are long forgotten on the picnic blanket as you move to straddle him. Ransom’s hands are lost under the skirt of your dress and you don’t waste any time in unbuttoning his shirt and then undoing his belt. He groans against your lips as you pull him out of his pants and begin to slowly move your hand up and down his hardened length.

“You’re so fucking wet baby.” He mutters as he runs his fingers through your folds.

“I want you.”

“Then take what you want.” Ransom says as he holds your panties to the side.

You line yourself up with his cock and sink down. He’s big so you have to go slow. Once he’s buried to the hilt you stay like that for a moment. Ransom kisses and nips all along your neck before pulling down your dress and taking a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue plays with your pebbled peak you begin to move. A slow roll of your hips here and there until Ransom can’t take it anymore. His hand comes down on your ass.

“Stop fucking teasing, and I know you liked me smacking your ass. I can feel the way this pretty pussy is gripping me.” He says with a growl. “Now move.”

You do as he says and you begin to bounce on his cock. Ransom brings his hands to your hips and he helps you move until he flips you so that he can hover over you. His hips move faster and harder against you. His and your moans mix with the waves lapping up against the shore and the breeze moving the tree branches. Your legs wrap around his waist as you try to pull him closer to you. That fire in your belly that only Ransom seems to ignite is spreading like wildfire and you know you’re close.

“Fuck, right there.” you moan as he hits your g-spot. “Don’t stop.”

“Feel so fucking good.” He grunts into your ear. “Come for me baby. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he begins to circle your clit. With a plea of his name you come undone.

“That’s my fucking girl.” He says as he comes inside you. His lust blown eyes never leaving yours.

The two of you stay there and catch your breath. You can’t help but laugh a bit.

“What’s so funny?” He asks as he pulls back to look down at you. You reach up and fix the few pieces of his hair that have fallen into his face.

“No matter how long it’s been, we still act like horny teenagers. At the first chance of us being alone we start fucking.”

He chuckles before capturing your lips with his.

“I can’t help it that you’re irresistible.”

“Mmhmm.” You say as he slowly pulls out and fixes your dress before tucking himself back in. “This is the best picnic I’ve ever been to.”

“I should hope so.”

The morning of the wedding was going to be chaotic. You could feel it as you practically kicked Ransom out of your suite. After taking a quick shower and getting your hair and makeup done you rush to Faith’s room with all the dresses in hand.

Just as you expected everyone was running around like crazy. You got there just in time to help one of the bridesmaids not rip her dress and then sat in the corner to fix the issue. At some point Faith had had enough of the bickering and chatting and demanded that everyone leave the room except for you. And the photographer of course.

With some music on and some champagne for the bride you helped her into her dress. In the mirror you stood just beside her. She grabbed your hand and looked at you through the mirror, a scene that the photographer captured. It was a sweet moment between friends. She looked beautiful.

“This could be you.” She says after a moment. As she gently smoothed her dress out.

“Oh really? Is our wedding still on then? I have something else I can wear if I’m replacing Scott.”

You laugh but Faith just raises an eyebrow.

“I’m being serious. This could be you and Ran. You were made for each other.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Just his dick?” Faith quips.

You roll your eyes but step away to check your makeup one more time.

“All I’m saying is give yourself a chance, ok? You’re reunited and both of you are single. I mean you spent the last two nights fucking.”

“Ok, can we just stop this conversation right now. It’s your wedding day. All attention should be on you.”

“I’m the bride and I decide what I want to talk about. But you’re right I’m going to be walking down the aisle any second now.”

“Ms. Carter I think we should do some shots of you with your family seeing you for the first time.” The photographer speaks up from the corner of the room.

“I’ll leave you to it and I’ll see you down there.”

****

You had made it down to the lobby of the hotel where the rest of the guests were milling about until the ceremony started. There were at least three hundred guests in attendance. A small wedding, in these social circles. Every once in a while someone would stop to talk to you about wanting you to design something for them or asking how you’ve been. You gave quick answers because you desperately wanted to find Ransom.

As you move closer to the entrance where the ceremony is going to be held you spot him. His hair is styled back and he looks so handsome in his tailored tuxedo. The smile on your face falls when a beautiful tall brunette leans in and kisses him. The issue wasn’t that she kissed him but that he kissed her back.

It was as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You turned on your heel and walked to the nearest bathroom. Taking a few deep breaths you tried not to cry. The last few days had been wonderful but just the thought that he had used you to cheat on who you assumed was his girlfriend made you sick to your stomach. Your phone went off and you grabbed it from your clutch to see a message that you were needed by the mother of the bride. You took some tissue and dabbed the corners of your eyes in order to not cry and ruin your makeup and headed back upstairs.

****

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The only issue you had personally was your seat. The chairs had been arranged in a semicircle and unfortunately for you, Ransom and his girlfriend were right in your line of sight on the groom’s side. You had noticed that he kept scanning the seats, probably trying to find you but you do your best to stay hidden from him.

Thunderous applause snaps you out of your thoughts as the husband and wife kiss for the first time. Everyone stands as Faith and Scott start walking down the aisle. Faith’s eyes find you immediately and she gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Tears sting your eyes as she starts walking back hand in hand with Scott and then you’re met with ocean blue eyes.

You square your shoulders and your eyes move from him to his date and back. His jaw tightens and you watch as he shakes her off of him. It doesn’t matter though, you turn your attention to getting out of there and up to the bridal suite to help Faith change into her reception dress.

Fortunately you were seated at the family table so you were next to Faith’s parents. Her mother kept you distracted enough to not look around the room in search of Ransom. It wasn’t until Faith and Scott made their grand entrance and had their first dance as husband and wife that you made eye contact again. He was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the dance floor. His date sat next to him dreamily watching the couple dance.

For the next few hours you had to make sure you stayed at a safe distance. You didn’t need to hear his shitty excuse. This wasn’t the time or place for it. He tried to get closer though, on multiple occasions but you made sure to walk away before he could reach you. At some point Scott whisks you away to the dance floor.

“He’s an idiot.” Scott says.

“Who?”

“Ransom. If it makes you feel better he really did break up with her before the wedding. She just showed up today.”

“It really doesn’t but thanks I guess.” You murmur.

“You know when we were in college he was always at parties, getting drunk and doing everything a guy does at a frat house.”

“That’s thrilling. Why are you telling me this?”

“Just making small talk.” He gives you a little smile when he sees you glaring up at him. “One night though got very drunk. It was in May at the end of the semester. He got completely wasted, that’s when he confided in me that he had left the love of his life behind. He felt horrible about it.”

You tensed because the only important date toward the end of May was the twins’ birthday.

“Every year like clockwork he would do the same thing so eventually I started looking out for him. It didn’t click until the yacht that it was you. I should have known because when I brought Fai to meet him they already knew each other. But I’ve never seen Ransom smile like that in my life. I know there must be something else going on and I don’t need to know it but just talk to him. The girl that’s here, she’s nice and all but it’s obvious she’s not you.”

“Are you really being a wingman for him right now?” You ask as you look around the room. Those piercing blue eyes seem to be everywhere you look.

“No, I’m being one for you. I’ve never seen you smile like you have this weekend either. I can’t imagine what happened between you two in high school but isn’t getting past that worth being happy again?”

“That’s the thing Scott, you don’t know what happened.” You say as the song ends and you leave him standing in the middle of the dancefloor.

You try to walk out as fast as you can. All of the day’s emotions were starting to suffocate you and you needed a moment away from it all. The hotel has a lovely garden that overlooks the ocean. With the reception going on it happens to be empty so you take a seat at a bench facing the beach. After a few minutes of silence and you thinking things through you hear rustling behind you and you dread to look over your shoulder only to find Ransom.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. What is your problem?”

“My problem?” You look at him incredulously. “After the last few days we spent together you show up with another woman on your arm. How am I supposed to feel?”

“She means nothing to me. Is that what this is about? Are you jealous?” He smirks.

“I’m not jealous.” You snap. “I feel used and lied too. Did you really break up with her before the wedding or did you lie about that just so that you could get into someone’s pants?”

Ransom rolls his eyes which only serves to piss you off more. His flippant attitude is not helping the situation and only adding on to your thoughts that he was only using you to have a good time this weekend. If it were true that would be just as devastating as when he walked away without reason.

“I was going to ask you to let me stay in your room when she got here, I just didn’t get a chance to talk to you before the wedding.”

“Didn’t seem like you were trying to get away from her when you shoved your tongue down her throat. Did you think about how I’d feel at all by seeing you with her like that? The answer’s probably not.”

Ok so maybe you were a bit jealous. But in all honesty even if you hadn’t spent most of your time in bed with Ransom for the last few days you would have still been jealous.

You could see the mask that Ransom had methodically crafted to protect himself after years of abuse and fights, slip into place. He’d never just shut down like that on you and whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be good. The muscle in his jaw ticked and his hands were balled into fists at his side.

“We aren’t kids anymore, we don't need to be in a relationship to sleep together. What did you think was going to happen? That we’d ride into the sunset together? Don’t be so fucking naive. It was just sex, it didn’t mean anything.”

Every word cut deeper but you didn’t allow yourself to cry. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see your tears.

“I thought you’d have a bit of respect for the mother of your children.”

“What children? The ones you gave away?” He sneers.

It would have hurt less if he would have slapped you across the face. You stared at him with wide eyes, hurt and disbelief written all over your face. Neither of you say anything and you will yourself to turn around and walk away from him. You send Wanda a text and ask her to have the plane ready to leave tonight, you also miss the way Ransom’s shoulders deflate as he watches you walk away.

****

You had packed up everything quickly and had it taken to the plane while you checked out. The wedding was still going on but you texted Hope and let her know you left. Although you were sure no one would miss you. In the lobby of the hotel you check out and head to the restroom before you head to the plane.

As you give yourself a once over in the mirror one of the stall doors open and you come face to face with someone else you didn’t want to see. She gets closer to the sinks and looks up making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She states excitedly and then groans. “I’m sorry it’s just I’m such a huge fan. I’m Bertie Wilcox.”

“Bertie?”

“It’s short for Alberta. I used to hate it as a kid.” She smiles. “It was actually my boyfriend who gave me the nickname. I’m not sure if I should even call him that. I don’t know where we stand right now.” She rambles as she washes her hands and you turn to look at her. “I guess we’re in a bit of a rough patch. But I hope things work out.”

You give a small hum to acknowledge that you’ve been listening.

“I’m so sorry I don’t tend to ramble about my personal life with someone I just met. This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“The wedding dress was so lovely. I didn’t know you had a wedding line.”

She’s being nice which means she most likely doesn’t know about you and Ransom. It also makes it difficult for you to hate her. What’s happened between you and Ransom really isn’t her fault and she is the one in a relationship with him. You have no right to have any hateful feelings towards her but you still can’t help it. If she hadn’t shown up then tonight would have gone completely different.

“I don’t.”

“Oh. What a shame. You’d definitely take over that industry.” She smiles at you and you give her a half hearted smile back.

“I should go. I have a plane to catch.”

“It was nice meeting you.” She says as she watches you walk away.

She waits a minute before she heads back to the reception. Bertie finds Ransom at the bar and takes the seat beside him. He doesn’t look at her or acknowledges her presence and Bertie can only sigh. For the rest of the night he’s more distant than before. When they do make it upstairs to the suite Ransom had, she takes the bed and he takes the couch.

By the time you get back to New York your eyes sting from having spent most of the time on the flight crying. How did such a good weekend go bad so quickly?

It was still fairly early in the day and the only thing that made you smile was the pictures of Theodore and Abigail for their first day of school. You made sure to have one of them printed so that you could keep it on your desk at work. With a quick text a promise to do something that weekend and wish them a great first day.

Wanda meets you at your apartment and immediately hugs you. You weren’t sure if it’s what you needed because you started crying again. Fortunately Wanda didn’t ask any questions and you only said that you and Ransom had a disagreement but she knew it was more than that.

“I cleared the next two days for you.” She says as she helps you unpack.

“That’s not necessary. I’d much rather work.”

“Then work on new designs but you won’t be meeting any new clients this week.” Wanda crosses her arms over her chest.

You open your mouth to say something but then decide against it. Wanda takes it as a win and gives you one more hug before inviting you over to her place to a dinner party she’s hosting at the end of the week.

After she leaves you take a quick shower and decide to take a nap. At this point you’d been awake for way too long. As you settle into bed your phone rings. You see Abigail’s smiling face and you quickly answer it. She immediately goes into details about her first day and how different schools are in New York than they are in the smaller town in Ohio she grew up in. Theodore adds his own commentary as his face pops into frame. You smile and ask a few questions here and there. After a few minutes they let you go and the need to sleep is stronger. Maybe if you take a nap everything will be better by the time you wake up.

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