#and i mean REALLY cover him in them. lipstick marks EVERYWHERE from his face to his legs

[spacepiratethirstclub]

You ever just. Find a particular frame or set of frames of your f/o that just drives you wild? That just makes you want to gently pull their shirt up and caress them and plant kisses ALL OVER their body?

Because, erm... this is IT for me 😳😳😳

Dammit why do I find HIM so freakin' hot? He ain't even supposed to be hot yet here I am.

[str4wb3rr1e]

Laundry Mat

tokio hotel x reader

the sound of the led lights buzzing over took the yellow lit room, the white walls that have faded into a dark grey color over time screaming for restoration, the white tiles on the ground having permanent shoe marks tattooed on them.

you sat there quietly, back leaned against the old washing machine, loudly tumbling your laundry.

your mascara was smudged, lipstick everywhere but your lips, eyeshadow staining your under eyes and was probably going to stay that way for at least a day.

the metal door creaked open, ‘who would do their laundry so late at night?’ you thought but yet, here you were, doing your laundry at the 24/7 open mat at 2 in the morning.

lucky for you it was your next door neighbor, at least he wasn’t a stranger. “hey…” he whispered, his voice echoed on the quiet room, “hey.” you whispered back with a soft smile.

you watched as he placed his laundry in an empty machine and threw some cents from his pockets before sliding down and sitting down in front of you.

“you alright?” he asked pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. “I don’t know… do I look alright?” you asked wiping some of the lipstick off your cheeks.

“don’t know,” he shrugged “I don’t know what ‘alright’ looks like”. he slid the cigarette pack on the floor tiles, the pack flying over towards you and hitting the bottom of your shoes. “I quit.” you mumbled sliding the pack back.

“good for you.” he chuckled trying to light his cigarette with a cheap lighter, “shoot, you have a lighter I can borrow?”.

you reached for your pocket and slid the lighter across the room, “thought you said you quit?” he smiled, “I did, yesterday.” you smiled.

“what’s up with you?” you asked as he slid the lighter back to you, “returned home late from tour.” he replied taking a long drag. you chuckled “oh yeah, forgot you’re famous.” with air quotes on ‘famous’.

“okay, just because your music taste sucks doesn’t mean we’re shit.” he chuckled throwing a lost sock towards you way, “ew!” you squealed as the sock hit the sleeve of your jacket.

you fixed your hair as your laughs faded into the room, “I’ve never heard your music anyway…” you teased, “oh yeah?” he pulled out an mp3 player from his pocket.

“you want to?” he asked plugging headphones in, “yeah, sure.” you nodded as he reached over to hand you the small device. you picked it up from his hand and put on the headphones in.

to be honest, they were good, really good. “mmm, not really my style.” you muttered, that was a lie and you knew damn well you would go home and blast the same music your called shit the whole night.

“well, everyones style is different.” he shrugged as you handed the mp3 player back. you felt bad about lying and decided to fix it by saying “but you are good, really good…”.

“yeah,” he snickered, “thanks.”

“no problem.” you chirped. the timer of the machine behind you went off, covering the entire room with a simple yet loud tune.

“my uh… my stuff is done.” you mumbled with a small smile as you stood up to gather your fresh laundry.

“hey uh,” he called behind you, “how about we go for coffee this weekend?”. you stuffed your laundry in your backpack and turned around to face him. “coffee?” you sneered, “I mean, it could be something else too, dinner maybe?” he added shoving his hands deep in his jeans front pockets.

“sure,” you replied, “dinner sounds nice.”

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a/n: writing isn’t enough I need to make a short film 😭 this can be imagined as any one of the members 💜 💜

I forgot to mention that this isn’t from the winter series, that series is going to be longer and placed in high school (older grades tho dw)

[bellascool]

Hey! An enemies to lovers with gavi?

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

thanks for requesting bae 💕

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posted : 14/02/23 (European date)

He hates you so why does he keeps stopping you from fucking other guys?

WARNINGS : cussing, slightly sexual content (smut)

"Can't you just shut the fuck up for once?" Pablo said to you as you were talking to your friend Pedri

"Mind your own damn business Gavira, I'm talking to my friend" you replied back giving him a death stare which caused him to loudly sigh

You and Pablo actually hated each other. It started in high school when that bitch always made fun of you for the slightest reason.

At first you didn't pay attention but then, it became really annoying having to listen to him judge you all day.

"Y/n are you listening to me?" Pedri asked next to you

"Oh uh no sorry I was thinking of something else" you apologized

"Of course she didn't listen, she never does" the golden boy said next to you

"Shut up no one asked" you replied with the same attitude

"I asked if you wanted to come to my friend's party tonight?" Pedri asked smiling

"Oh sure, I mean I really need to chill out if you know what I mean" you playfully said as you both laughed, Pablo didn't say anything this time which was weird

"Nice, now I have to be seen with a bitch who just wants to be fucked all night by some random dudes" he finally said making you mad

"Oh my god! Can't you just shut the fuck up for once, like LITERALLY. I fuck who I want you ain't my dad" you almost yelled before getting up and leaving the backyard still angry

He definitely crossed the line.

-

You put on your red dress who revealed your perfect curves, it was short but still comfortable enough to wear it. You did your makeup and put on some red lipstick, wanted to look as slutty as possible just to make Pablo mad.

After finishing your makeup and putting on your heels, you grabbed your purse and went outside where Pedri and Pablo were waiting for you, parked in front of your apartment.

You hopped in the back and kissed Pedri's cheek, leaving a lipstick mark.

"Thanks for inviting me again!" you said while doing a little dance

"You're so embarrassing" the young boy said making Pedri laugh while he drove to the place

"Shut up or I'll kiss you everywhere so you have lipstick marks" you jokingly threatened

"Do it and you'll never be able to see the light again" he threatened back with a smirk

"Bet." you were about to kiss his cheek but Pedri had to interrupt

"I'm sorry to interrupt but we're there" he said while getting out of the car followed by you and the other bitch

It was a big ass luxury mansion, you could hear people laughing and music from there.

"I'm going to meet my people, I just know it!" you said before entering the mansion while dancing with your shoulders

You immediately went to the kitchen to grab a drink but bumped into someone who spilled some of their drink on your covered chest

"Gosh I'm so sorry I didn't see you!" it was a tall man, he was really good looking, dark skinned, tall, perfect face features "please let me help you dry yourself" he apologized again

"It's fine, I should've looked where I was walking. I'm Y/n by the way" you said with a smile which he returned

"I'm Jude, nice to meet you" he had a british accent  which made you go crazy down here

He finally took your hand and went to a door next to the living room. It was the bathroom.

"Sit on the sink while I help you dry your pretty dress" he said with a smirk, you could already feel your panties get soaked while you did what he asked

"By the way I like your ring" you randomly said, cursing yourself for being so embarrassing

"Thanks beautiful" he replied back after grabbing a little towel and getting in front of you, gently pulling your legs apart so he can stand between them

Your breath was heavier and you could feel a tension when he started to slowly dry your skin, his eyes looked in your covered chest.

You didn't even notice you both leaning in but as you were about to kiss, the door swung open, making you stop what you started.

"I can't believe it! While Pedri and I were searching everywhere for you, you were getting fucked in the bathroom!" you recognized Pablo's voice and it made you 100 times angrier

You stood up, grabbed Jude's hand and walked past him, not giving a single look in his direction.

"I fuck who I want!" you yelled before going to the kitchen with your new friend "I'm sorry about him, he's always like that" you apologized

"It's fine, he's probably just protective" the man said behind you

You grabbed drinks for both of you as you started a deep conversation, feeling a gaze on your back.

Minutes passed and many, many drinks were consumed, everything was fine until Jude suddenly sighed

"y/n, you're a beautiful person like really but I don't think that I should be the one talking with you right now" he said before pointing Pablo who looked at you with a strange look.

It was a mix of anger, sadness and jealousy?

Nah you're crazy y/n, you thought to yourself.

I mean, he's Pablo Gavi, THE Pablo Gavi who absolutely hates you.

You turned to Jude and smiled a little before wrapping your arms around his neck while his found a way around your waist.

You finally pulled off and he left not before saying goodbye.

Man, you really loved talking to him and now you were all alone.

Not knowing what else to do, you poured yourself a drink, then a second, a third and-

Oh well you didn't even count anymore, all you knew was that you were drunk as fuck.

You started dancing with random people before bumping into a chest.

"Oh no not again" you mumbled as you tried to go away but stopped when you recognized the scent of the person you hated

"Y/n, there you are" he said grabbing firmly your waist

He looked as drunk as you were but you didn't care.

You both smiled to each other as you bounced your hips to the beat.

Pablo squeezed your hips, pulling you closer to him so your bodies were now glued.

Your arms around his neck, you gently put your head on his shoulder, still dancing.

"You look pretty y'know" he started with a smirk making you look at him

"You think so?" you asked with the same tone

"Your dress fits you perfectly but.." he marked a pause to slowly lick his lips, you could already feel yourself getting wet "you'd look even prettier without" he whispered in your ear making you shiver

"You should see to know" you whispered back

He didn't even hesitate to press his lips against yours, ruining your lipstick as his tongue found a way to meet yours.

The kiss was heated and soon enough, you felt something poke your lower stomach.

You broke the kiss, smirking as you took his hand and went outside.

The fresh air hit your face, helping you sober up but you still didn't regret kissing him.

You both stopped and you quickly ordered an uber since you weren't in the state to drive.

You leaned against the wall, still holding hands.

"Did you mean it?" you asked, turning your head to see him as he did the same

"Mean what?"

"All the messed up things you said to me" your question made him sigh as he looked down

"Y'know, I never meant anything, I guess I was just too scared to admit that I loved someone" he said not proud of himself

"You love me?" you asked confused

"How can I not love you?" he looked deep into your eyes

You smiled and leaned over to connect your lips but broke it before it could become heated.

Your uber arrived and you both hoped in the back of the car.

His hand was on your thigh and his pinky finger kept stroking it, slowly going upward.

-

As soon as you closed the door of your apartment, he pinned you on the wall, pressing his wet lips against yours as you put your arms around his neck.

His hands found a way to your hips, giving them a squeeze, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

He didn't wast any time and went to your room, closing the door with his foot.

If anyone told you 2 days ago that you would be making out with your enemy, you would have laughed in their face.

[imagineyourworld-old]

NSFW Alphabet with Wolffe

Wolffe x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (obviously), mentions of injuries

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A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

After sex Wolffe is a puppy (sorry for the pun). He makes sure that you’re alright, gets you a glass of water and urges you to pee afterwards (he knows it is important for your health down there). If the two of you are not too tired he just loves taking a bath with you, just holding you close, shampooing your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wolffe loves your lips! How soft they are against his, how pink and plush they look after kissing or when he bites them (he also adores when you bite them when you’re nervous or thinking), the marks they leave on him and how good they feel on every single part of his body. 

As for himself, I feel like Wolffe would be proud of his arms/shoulders, especially whenever he gets to hold you close he loves knowing that he is strong enough to protect you (even if you don’t need him to) or carry you to the bedroom when you’re in the mood. 

C = Cum  (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Whether he has pulled out and spread his seed on them or some of it tickled out of you, Wolffe loves seeing your thighs covered in his cum. And he loves licking it off of them. 

And as mentioned before he loves your lips, so seeing even just a single drop of his cum on them is a close second favourite. 

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wolffe would love to watch you touch yourself to the thought of him. You’ve told him that you’ve done it before, but at that moment he was too surprised to go further into the topic. One day though, he promises himself, he will ask you if he can watch. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not crazy experienced, but he knows what he’s doing. Wolffe is a very closed off and private person, so he doesn’t just jump into bed with anyone, but there have been times (before you were together of course) where he went home with someone after a night out.

F = Favourite position (This goes without saying)

Wolffe’s not picky, he’s fine with whatever feels best for you. But oh boy does he get off on seeing the expressions on your face when he’s deep inside you, so basically any position in which he can see your face (and kiss your lips) is his favourite. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc)

He is a pretty serious person in general, so he’s not exactly goofy in bed, but that doesn’t mean he is opposed to laughing every now and then. The first time you laughed, however, had him feeling incredibly insecure until you explained that you weren’t laughing at him. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc)

Wolffe is a pretty tidy guy, so he keeps his hair groomed, but not entirely shaved off. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

It may be surprising, but during sex Wolffe can be a real romantic. He wants to make sure that you’re feeling fine, that you’re taken care of and your pleasure always comes first. But even though it’s rare, sometimes he can be rough and have his way with you (as long as you agree of course), but as soon as he’s finished he’ll take care of your needs. 

J = Jack off (Mastrubation headcanon)

Before he met you Wolffe just didn’t understand the appeal of mastrubating. But now, when he thinks of you, he sometimes can’t help but sneak off to his private quarters or the shower and get off to the thought of you. 

There was this one time you sent him a spicy holo and let’s just say he spent some time alone after that. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One word: Cockwarming. Some days he enjoys having you so close, being one with you and knowing that you only do this for him and no one else. Some days he likes to tease you, make you all hot and bothered by giving you the bare minimum, but keeping you stuffed full of him all the same.  

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Since Wolffe is a pretty private person it should come as no surprise that he prefers the privacy of your bedroom, he’s fine with your living room as well, but the bedroom simply gives the two of you more space and a comfier setting. 

He’d never say no to taking you back to his room (let’s just say he has a private room, ok?), but prefers your place, because there he feels completely off duty and there his brothers or general won’t interrupt whatever you get up to. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Quite a few things, actually. Let’s just make a list, shall we? 

Since he loves your lips seeing you wearing a new or bright shade of lipstick, using a straw, licking or biting your lips or anything else that draws attention to your lips has him hooked. 

Catching a glimpse at hickies he left on you just make him want to do it (and you) all over again.

Soft kisses to his collarbone or the place where his neck meets his shoulder always leave him wanting more. 

Seeing you in either lingerie or his blacks usually has him half hard from the sight alone.   

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he loves leaving hickies everywhere, Wolffe would never leave any other kind of mark on you. He might be projecting a bit, but he remembers the pain when he lost his eye and got his scar, and is sometimes still self conscious about it, so he would hate leaving even the slightest scratch or bite mark. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc)

Wolffe enjoys both giving and receiving, but gun to his head he would have to say he prefers receiving. Not only because he gets to see your lips, swollen from kissing and him biting them, wrapped around his cock, but also because he gets to lick the last drops of his cum off your lips and taste himself on your tongue. 

But when it comes to giving he is so skilled, it’s ridiculous. If asked you’d say he is even better with his tongue and fingers than he is with his dick. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

His life is hectic, so when the two of you have time he tries his best to make use of that time with soft and slow love making. Wolffe enjoys touching and kissing every part of your body, teasing you and committing every part of you to memory for when you have to part ways again. 

Some days, though, when he is especially stressed or needy or you have been teasing him a bit too much, Wolffe wastes no time getting both himself and you off. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

He’s not a big fan, but sometimes there is just no other way. Maybe you have been teasing him too much, maybe you haven’t gotten alone time for a while, maybe he just needs to know that you’re there and you’re his for a moment.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc)

Here we need to differentiate: While Wolffe is down to experimenting and finding new ways to pleasure you (and for you to find new ways to pleasure him), but he’s not a risk taker. Anything that might get you hurt or end up in the two of you getting caught in the act is off the table. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last)

Not exceptional, but not disappointing either. He can usually go for two, maybe three, rounds in a row, and know how to make them last. If you’re planning on a long night however, he’ll have to take some breaks, during which he’ll put his hands and tongue to good use, so you’re not complaining. 

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

He’s not a fan, but not opposed either. 

So far you haven’t used any toys in your love making, but he knows you use them when he’s not around, which makes him kinda curious. He won’t bring the topic up unless you do though, and that has nothing to do with the fact that he might be a slight bit scared, nothing at all. 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Wolffe never teases you in public, but once the two of you are behind closed doors he constantly has his hands on you, sometimes he just wants to cuddle, but sometimes he wants to get you riled up. Maybe he whispers something in your ear, his husky voice making even the most innocent words sound dirty, maybe he lets his hands roam your body and squeeze your boobs or thighs, maybe he even slips his hand inside your trousers, whatever he chooses to do that day, you know you’ll end up in the bedroom. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

While he’s usually pretty quiet he lets out soft whimpers whenever you hit a sweet spot. And on the rare occasion that he is frustrated, either because you won’t do as he says or you won’t let him do what he wants, he actually growls, much like the animal he named himself after. 

W = Wild card (Random headcanon for the character)

Wolffe is usually a dom, but on the rare occasion the two of you decide to switch it up he’s the whiniest, most impatient sub there is. Since he usually cannot refuse any orders in his day to day life he loves disobeying you to the point where it can be frustrating and you’re close to giving up and letting him take over. He won’t let it go that far, however, because even though he’d never admit it (at least not while sober) he loves it when you take control and do as you please. 

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a soldier, so he’s strong and muscular. 

Down there Wolffe is long, but not exactly longer than average. He is quite thick though, so when he’s inside you he really stretches you out. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Wolffe’s sex drive is not crazy high, which he is glad of since there’s a war going on and you can’t just jump at each other whenever one of you feels like it. But there are a few rare days when he feels like he’d go crazy if he can’t have you right that moment. 

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Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Wolffe is, he always makes sure you’re alright before he even thinks about sleeping. Once you are taken care of, and preferably laying in his arms, however, he falls right asleep. Wolffe doesn’t get much sleep and he never sleeps better than with you in his arms. 

I’ve wanted to write an NSFW alphabet for quite a while now, because I feel like it’s a good entry point to writing smut, but most of the characters I wanted to write for already have hundreds of these, so when I couldn’t find one for Wolffe I knew my time had come. 

As I said, this is my first time writing smut and also my first time writing for Wolffe, so please excuse any mistakes. 

[twistedlymad]

Hi!! I really love your Twisted Wonderland stories!! They make so happy!! I love the way you write the characters! If you’re still taking requests could I plz have a story of MC and the gang playing truth or dare where Grimm asks MC if she has a crush on anyone to get at the boys? And MC won’t tell so the boys try everything they can to see who she likes? I leave the ending in your hands! I understand if you won’t accept this request but if you do then I’ll be so happy!! Ok thanks YOUREAWESOME!!

Okay, let’s settle something first. And that is: I am NOT awesome.

You guys are the true awesome ones! You guys have so many ideas! My inbox is filled with requests of which I never knew could happen! Thank you all <3

Also, I have never fully immersed myself into a game of truth and dare :’) And now I’m writing a story on something I’ve played but not full heartedly. The irony is strong :’)

Thank you for requesting this story! I do hope it lives up to your expectations! Thank you again and have a lovely day!!

What if you played Truth or Dare? (Ft. Grim, Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Jack and Epel) (Riddle, Vil, Lilia and Ruggie are mentioned)

“Fgnaaaaa (Y/N), I’m bored.” Grim said while laying on your lap. You and him were doing your homework in your dorm.

“I know, but, when we finish, we can go out and meet up with the others. I’ll even throw in a can of tuna or two. How does that sound?” You said, trying to coax the furball into doing his homework.

“When you put it that way!! Fgnaaaa!” And the furball was more excited to do his work. You gave him a head pat and continued on your own work.

After about an hour or two, you two had finished your homework. You sighed and closed your book, you turned to see Grim dozing off to dreamland. You shook your head, giggling and gently nudged him awake.

“Come on you furball, it’s almost time to get dinner, we don’t want the others to worry about us right?” You said, picking Grim up and placing him on your head. Grim yawned a little before going to sleep on your head.

You had a nice little walk to the crowded cafeteria, when you arrived, you saw your friends sitting at a table not far from you. They were chatting with smiles on their faces while you went and grabbed yours and Grim’s food. After doing so, you went over to the table where your friends were sitting and sat yourself down.

“(Y/N)!!” The others called for you and you just shushed them. They were puzzled until you pointed to the sleeping furball on top of your head. They looked at each other before nodding and snickering. You smiled and slowly set the sleeping furball down on your lap and took a bite out of your dinner.

“So, how is everyone doing?” You asked your friends and multiple groans were heard.

“Riddle made me feed the flamingos wearing pink again today!!” Ace said with a sigh.

“I had to change the color of roses in the garden to white for the whole day.” Deuce said, taking a sip out of his drink.

“Ruggie-senpai dragged me around the whole school looking for Leona-senpai… Turns out he was sleeping in a tree at Main Street. I wasted a whole afternoon doing that.” Jack said.

“Hah! You guys don’t even know what is true hardship. Vil and Rook taught me on ‘fine dinning’ and ‘proper table manners’ the whole day! I don’t get it! IT’S FOOD SO YOU SHOULD JUST EAT IT.” Epel said, the last part in anger. You patted him gently as a gesture to calm him down.

“Malleus-sama was nowhere to be found when school ended, so me and that stupid Silver spent the entire day searching for him. We could’ve been done earlier if that human wasn’t so slow. I can’t believe he can let Malleus-sama out of his sight!” Sebek said.

“Ehh? Didn’t you also let Malleus-senpai out of your sight?” Epel asked the Diasomnia first year. The latter froze a little.

“N-No. Malleus-sama’s class wasn’t near mine at all today. It’s clearly that human’s fault.” Sebek said.

“Sebek, I’m sure Silver-senpai didn’t mean it. It’s just that Tsu- I mean, Malleus-sama likes taking walks around the school without anyone knowing, right?” You said, in hopes of calming down your friend.

“Hmm… Maybe you’re right, but still-” Sebek tried to argue but you cut him off.

“Sebek, it’s alright, mistakes happen all the time, let it go.” You said and sent a smile to him.

“A-Alright.” Sebek said, going back to his meal.

“You know what? Since you all had such a terrible day, let’s do something after dinner to clear your minds of it!” You suggested to your friends, their eyes lit up after you’ve said so.

“Yea!! But, what should we do?” Ace asked.

“How about a game?” Deuce said.

“What game?” Jack immediately asked. The 6 of you were brainstorming until Epel decided to speak up.

“How about Truth or Dare?” The Pomefiore first year piped up. You all took looks at each other before nodding.

“Sounds fun!” Ace said with a smirk.

“I’m in.” Deuce said, taking a bite out of his dinner.

“W-Well, it is just a game… I guess I’ll join since I have nothing better to do.” Jack said, his ears drooping slightly.

Alas, the only one who didn’t give a response was Sebek. So, you, Ace and Epel looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes the 3 of you could muster. Jack was slightly confused but he has a gist of what you all were trying to do. Sebek looked at the 3 of you, his face slightly paling.

“W-Wha-“ Poor Sebek couldn’t even finish asking before you cut him off.

“Join our game Sebek!” You pleaded.

“It’ll be fun! We promise!” Ace continued after you. After the two of you had said this, you, Ace and Epel bombarded Sebek with the word ‘please’ over and over again.

“F-FINE! STOP YOUR PLEADING!” Sebek said, finally caving in to you, Ace and Epel’s chants of ‘please’. The three of you high fived each other and did a little cheer. Your cheering just so happened to wake Grim up from his nap.

“Fgnaaaaa…. What’s wrong with you people? Can’t you let a monster like me take a good nap for once?” Grim said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. You giggled and petted Grim.

“Sorry Grim, but we were just excited! We’re playing truth or dare later.” You said, running your fingers through the creature as if you were to groom him.

“Truth or Dare? What’s that?” Grim asked you. You let out a small gasp.

“Grim… You… You don’t know what’s Truth or Dare?” You asked back the creature. He looked at you tiredly and shook his head.

“It’s like, the most common game ever to play with friends! You must’ve heard of it before!” Ace said to the furball.

“No, I have never heard of such game.” Grim replied the orange-haired student with a yawn.

“Well, you can see us play around before joining in later.” You said, handing him a can of tuna. “I remember owing you this.” The furball’s eyes lit up with sparkles.

“Fgnaaaaaaa!! Yes!!!!” Grim did a little happy dance and started to work his way into the can.

“So, where are we going to play later?” Sebek asked you all.

“Not Heartslabyul.” Ace said. “I cannot imagine enjoying the game with Riddle there.”

“Not Savanaclaw either. We can’t have a peaceful moment to ourselves there.” Jack said, shaking his head.

“Definitely not Pomefiore, unless you want our game session to turn into a makeover session.” Epel added on.

“Diasomnia isn’t the best option either. I’m pretty sure Lilia-senpai would interrupt us constantly.” Said Sebek.

“Well, I guess that just leaves my dorm right?” You said, laughing a little. “Then it’s settled then! We’ll have a small game session at Ramshackle Dorm. Now, hurry up and finish your dinner guys.” You ordered the boys as you finished your own dinner.

When they did, you all walked back to your dorm together, along the way, you guys had a nice little chat about what Professor Trein’s homework and how Lucius has a big influence on the class. The cat couldn’t help but meow at the end of each of the professor’s sentence. Ace even made fun of Deuce who meowed along once because he was half asleep then. When Deuce tried to defend himself by saying it was actually Lucius who made the sound and not him, Ace fired back at him saying that he was literally looking at him while he made the sound. Poor Deuce immediately turned red as the rest of you laughed. It’s okay, you comforted him after laughing for almost a minute.

Soon after, you arrived at your humble Ramshackle Dorm. You let everyone into the lounge and you guys started to discuss about the game that you were going to play. You guys decided to draw sticks to see who will go first. In the end, you had drawn the longest stick therefore you would start the game first.

“Alright then, let’s begin! Epel, truth or dare?” You asked your first victim and so the madness had begun.

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After a few rounds of Truth or Dare, you had ended up with Epel being punished to wear a pink dress and his hair was in an up-do. Ace and Deuce had been punished to switch places, their personalities, the marks on their eyes and even their clothes had been switched. Jack was dared to have makeup on his face, from mascara to lipstick, you name it, beauty products littered everywhere on his face, his tail was in a big braid as a dare. Sebek’s whole body was covered in glitter, everytime he moved, glitter would flutter off from his body, he was also punished to speak in hushed tones.

Yeah, let that sink in.

And for you, you just had to be in an uncomfortable pose. You were feeling pretty sore too, who would’ve thought you would have to do the game standing up with only one leg supporting you while one of your hands were stuck to your waist and the other on top of your head. This was a dare made by Sebek out of all people, and you can only leave the pose when someone else calls out your name. So, yeah, you were ABSOLUTELY SORE.

“I think I know how to play this game now!!” Grim suddenly yelled out.

“Final- I mean, good for you Grim! I have to be nice to everyone if I want to be an honor student!” Ace said to Grim, mocking Deuce who was clearly irked by this.

“Fgnaaaaaa! Why wouldn’t I know how to play? I am The Great Grim after all!!” Grim laughed out.

“Well, I guess you should get a turn, go on then, pick a student and ask them Truth or Dare.” Epel said.

“Hmmm… (Y/N) then!” Grim looked at you and you finally collapsed onto the ground.

“Thank you Gri-“ You were cut off by the furball.

“Truth, or Dare?” You looked at him with widen eyes.

“Hmm… I’m never doing dare again… So, truth!” You said, not moving from your position at all because you were too tired.

“Alright, Truth eh?” Grim said, putting a paw underneath his chin to make it look like he’s thinking of something. After a few seconds of ‘thinking’ the furball had come up with the question.

“I got it!!” Grim yelled. “Who do you have a crush on in this school?” Everybody froze.

Grim, no, you just… You just started a war.

“Hey! How about I switch okay? I choose Dare instead!!” You frantically yelled out.

But Grim already made up his mind.

“Alright then, I dare you to tell us your crush.” Grim said to you and your eye twitched. You got to hand it to the furball, that was one smart move.

“Argh! NO! I won’t say anything!” You said, crossing your arms and turning away from your friends.

“Hey! You didn’t let me do anything else than wear this stupid dress!” Epel argued with you.

“Guys, guys, no. If (Y/N) is acting so defensive, it must mean she has a crush.” Ace said. The boys looked at you while you slowly shrunk yourself.

“(Y/N), it is a dare.” Jack barely said for his face was too heavy with the amount of makeup on.

“Yeah (Y/N) come on, tell us! I as the troublemaker need to know because I’m dumb!” Deuce said, mocking Ace.

Truth be told, the boys treated each other like enemies when Grim asked the question as they each wanted to be your ‘crush’, they knew that everyone had spent their fair share of time with you and you must have a favorite, right?

So, with what Deuce had said, it seemed like a direct attack to Ace. And let me tell you, Ace was not happy at all.

“HEY! I HAVE BETTER GRADES THAN YOU!” Ace fired back to his dorm mate.

“SO?! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE SMART IN YOUR EVERYDAY CHOICES!”  Deuce yelled back.

“GUYS STOP.” Sebek said, getting in between them.

“Fine! Just because I don’t want to be covered in glitter as well.” Ace said.

“Hmph! Me neither!” Deuce said.

“Wait… Where’s (Y/N)?” Epel asked out. Everyone turned to where you sat only to find air there.

You see, while everyone was busy watching/stopping the fight between Ace and Deuce, you had sneakily taken off and ran straight for your dorm’s front door.

“(Y/N)!!! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!!” Epel yelled as he and the others started to run after you.

“NO! FREEDOM IS NEAR!” You yelled and opened the door and ran out of it. As you just left your dorm’s front yard, you saw the boys were already on their way chasing after you. Grim was also with them but he had a spot on Deuce’s shoulder.

So, you ran, with a bunch of ridiculously looking boys on your tail.

“Guys, we should circle her instead, so, split up!” Sebek told his friends. The others nodded and branched off. You turned your head to see only Sebek running at you at full speed. You gulped slightly before picking up your pace.

“(Y/N)! This could’ve been easier if you’ve just did the dare!” Sebek yelled at you.

“Over my dead body!!” You shouted back and took a sharp left at the end of a hallway, leading you to Main Street.

But when you arrived, you saw something pink slowly walking towards you. You widen your eyes as you realized that it was Epel in front of you. You turned your head to the left to find Jack slowly approaching you from that side. Your right was being approached by the two Heartslabyul boys so escaping from there isn’t an option. You also felt a presence behind you and you already knew who it was.

And with that, you were trapped. Escape was impossible then.

Or so you thought.

“Now, (Y/N), be a good little student who accepted a dare and tell us…” Ace said smugly.

“Yeah, no backing out (Y/N).” Deuce continued. You were overwhelmed.

“F-Fine! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” You said, covering your blushing. The boys all thought you looked adorable in that state. Could you blame them? You were looking all flustered and red and adorable while hiding her blushing face. Nothing could stop them from blushing slightly as well.

“Okay…” You said, taking a deep breath. The boys leaned in to you, wanting to hear more of your slightly trembling voice.

“My crush is-“

Ah, you were cut off. By a few voices actually.

“ACE! DEUCE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT?!”

“EPEL! IS THAT YOU?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EVIL QUEEN ARE YOU WEARING?!”

“Jack!! I need your help back at Savanaclaw!! Leona isn’t helping me!!”

“My oh my, if it isn’t Sebek, you know, Malleus would be disappointed.”

Yes, two dorm leaders and two vice dorm leaders were slowly walking to your group.

“Dorm Leader Rosehearts!” Ace and Deuce yelled to a red-looking Riddle.

“You two! It’s already curfew! If you don’t get back to your dorm in the next five minutes… IT’S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” Ace and Deuce’s eyes widen and ran at full speed to their dorm.

“Bye (Y/N)!! We’ll see you tomorrow!!” Ace and Deuce said as they ran back to Heartslabyul with Riddle following behind them, but of course Riddle walked slowly instead.

“EPEL!!!” Vil had yelled for his first-year. Epel let out a small groan before turning to look at Vil.

“What?” Your friend responded to his dorm leader.

“What in tarnation are you wearing?!” Vil questioned.

“Are you blind? It’s a dress.” Epel said with a straight face.

“Don’t make me slap you again. Come, we must go back to Pomefiore and get you out of this horrible outfit.” Vil said and dragged Epel away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow (Y/N).” Epel managed to say while being dragged back to his dorm by Vil.

“Jack! Didn’t you hear what I said?!” Ruggie was approaching Jack. “I told you that- HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT’S GOING ON WITH YOUR FACE?!?!” Ruggie couldn’t help himself as he turned Jack around only to be greeted with a makeup filled face.

“Yeah, yeah, you need my help right? Let’s just go now.” Jack said, dragging a laughing hyena upperclassman with him. “Bye (Y/N).” Said the wolf to you.

“My… Sebek… What a sight to see you like this.” Sebek froze for a good few seconds before turning around.

“Lilia-sama…” Sebek muttered in a low tone.

“I wonder how Malleus would react to this.” Lilia said and Sebek’s eyes widen.

“N-NO, MALLEUS-SAMA MUSN’T KNOW!” Sebek yelled.

“Then, I suggest you better hurry back to your dorm before he catches you.” Said Lilia with a small smirk on his face.

“We will meet again tomorrow (Y/N)!” Sebek said before rushing back to his dorm.

“Bye (Y/N)~” Lilia said to you before going back to his dorm himself.

After everyone were gone, you let out a breath you didn’t even knew you were holding.

“Fgnaaaaa… I only played one round though.” Grim said, as he plomped himself on your shoulder.

“I think one round is enough for you.” You said and started to walk back to Ramshackle Dorm.

“But seriously (Y/N), who is your crush?” Grim asked with curiosity.

“I don’t need a crush, I have you after all.” You said to Grim, patting his head.

“But but!” Grim asked further.

“No buts, either you stop asking about my crush or you don’t get to have tuna for the next few days.” You said with a stern tone.

“Fine…” Grim said and the two of you slowly made your way back to Ramshackle Dorm.

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s.b. headcanons

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-he will do anything to pull you away from whatever it is you’re doing whenever he wants attention

“COME TO MY DORM OR I’LL LIGHT A BUNCH OF CANDLES AND FALL ASLEEP!” “no don’t burn down hogwarts sirius, sod off, i need to study.” “don’t you love me??” “yes, now that that’s settled, go away.” “you’re breaking my heart darling.” he’ll pout throwing a hand over his heart while leaning on you “you’re breaking your own heart. just wait a bit longer, you big baby.” “nope, that’s it, i’m doing it! tata now!” “sirius no-!” “bye y/nnnn goodnight, unless you decide to graciously visit me in bed” “you’re really gonna burn down hogwarts because i won’t cuddle you?” “you mean YOU'RE going to burn down hogwarts because you refuse to stop studying and cuddle me.” “it does work like that!! you’re so childish.” “i’d prefer the term determined if you will.” “sirius- wait no don’t go upst- and he’s gone,” *waits a bit* *dashes upstairs and barges into the room* *sees there are no candles lit* “i’m offended, you thought i’d actually do it, but since you’re here let’s cuddle.”

-whenever he’s hanging around the other marauders on the field he’ll see random flowers and start picking them, ignoring their teasing while flipping them off “sirius has gone soft!!!!” “sod off wankers at least i have someone.” “i do have someone!” “lily hates you james.” “for now you twat.”

-he can’t wait to give you the flowers “oh- thank you? for the um..weeds?” “weeds? they’re flowers, look, petals and all.” he’ll dramatically pick a petal of a flower and blow it into the air, sighing as it slowly falls to the ground “nooo don’t make that face, you know i love them, they’re pretty.” you’ll open your arms for him and he’ll gladly reciprocate, burying his face between your shoulder and neck ”yeah like me.” he’d mutter in a childish voice

-“did you just lick my lips?” “your chapstick tastes good”

-whenever he’s drinking something and someone makes him laugh you can expect him to spray everywhere

-if you’re putting on lipstick he’ll ask you to kiss him on the cheek because he wants people to see, then he’ll ask to use the lipstick too because he wants you to have one as well

-every time you come out of the bathroom after getting dressed, without fail he’ll hype you up whether you’re wearing your uniform or a normal outfit or your sleeping clothes. he’ll narrate you as you walk out the room, asking you to do your model walk.

-you’ll dress each other sometimes, he usually picks fishnets and a skirt with one of his shirts and you’ll get him to dress like henry winter from the secret history (sirius in dark academia fashion, i think so)

-you two paint your nails together

-you both impulsively cut your hair, it’s utter chaos. it consists of you two screaming, hiding under a blanket, freaking out at the hair in the sink, then realizing you both look really good

-you have matching silver rings and necklaces

-he’s very devious, he always has something up his sleeve

-he gets jealous really easily, if someone is looking at you he’ll stare them down and whisper in your ear “someone’s checking you out.” “really? are they cute?” he’ll shoot you a warning look before picking you up and running off to do some um activities

-he’s very protective, he trusts you deeply but he knows that there are people who are willing to do anything to upset him and the only way someone could upset him is if they harmed you in any way. he will always stand up for you, even when you’re not around. he despises anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. this has led to many fights and detentions  

-he’s the most supportive and accepting person ever. he knows what it’s like to feel like an alien in your own body, to not be accepted by those you thought would be there no matter what, he understands what it feels like and though he will never understand how you feel completely, he will do everything in his power to help you and to make you feel safe and loved. if you open up about your struggles, your sexuality, your identity or anything at all, there will not be a single part of him that’ll judge you. he’ll just listen and smile, feeling so grateful that you trusted him enough to open up to him

-he’ll randomly break into your room in the middle of the night “get your fine ass out of bed, we’re going to hogsmeade.” “it’s 4 in the morning what could you possibly want at hogsmeade?” “i’m hungry, now hurry up.” “why don’t you sod off and steal some or rem’s chocolate? i’m tired.” “i already finished it c’monnnnn i know you wanna.” “you’re so lucky that i love you sirius.”

-he always keeps you on your feet, there was never a dull moment with him and frankly, it was hard to keep up, no one knows where he gets all this energy from.

-it’s hard to really know what he’s talking about at times, he just says words sometimes and when he’s done he looks at you expectantly

-his energy levels fluctuate a lot though, one minute he’ll be running around the room chasing you like a zombie, the next he’ll be sitting down talking about cultural anthropology  

-he likes trying to see if he can trick you into eating foods you hate. for example, he’ll try and feed you olives by claiming they’re grapes or something, which obviously doesn’t work so he just shoves it in your mouth (olive slander is welcome here)

-when you two kiss it’s so intense, even if it’s supposed to be a short peck before you head off to class he’ll put both his hands in your hair and pull you closer, refusing to have a kiss less than 10 seconds

-when he hugs you he spins you around until you’re both about to fall from dizziness

-he’s so coquettish, even when you’ve been together for so long he’ll stroll up to you and use a horrible pick up line, or he’ll wink at you from across the room or shamelessly flirt with you in front of everyone, which never fails to amuse you

-sirius either sleeps for 17 hours straight or 3 hours, there is no in-between. he’s also a very heavy sleeper, it’s so difficult to get him up in the mornings if you two are late for class. he doesn’t really care that he’s late but for your sake, he drags himself out of bed, under the condition that you have to take a nap with him right after class.

-he hogs the blanket and when you try and pull it back he will just grunt and say “you’re so hot why would you need it?” which you’d just scoff at and throw yourself on him until he acquiesces to share the blanket with you

-the train ride to hogwarts is filled with laughter, the kind where it hurts to breathe and you keep adding things that make you both reel over. the other marauders are slightly confused, but they start to laugh as they see your faces turn red while tears slip from your eyes.

-you are such an energetic couple, you bounce off of each other and anyone who hangs out with you two feels like they’re babysitting

-if his hands are cold he’ll press them on your thighs, neck, or your stomach just to make you jump, which is the catalyst in you chasing him around the room while throwing things at him

-he pokes the side of your face so much you’re convinced you’ll get a dent, he also flicks you so much that by the end of class there's a red mark on your cheek

- “you smell so good love.” “stop sniffing me, creep”

-he likes carrying you bridal style everywhere, it’s so unnecessary and extravagant that it just works because it’s sirius we’re talking about

-you two play fight so often people are genuinely concerned because they’ll just walk into the common room and see you straddling him as you cause havoc on his face with a pillow or he’ll have you pinned under him as he relentlessly tickles you

-calling him fleahead just to rile him up

“why can’t i have a pleasant nickname? like mr. darcy, am i not like your mr. darcy??”

-him calling you cherry or mars because you blush a lot around him (he likes to tell himself it’s because of his undeniable charm)

-sneaking off to the astronomy tower together to listen to music while you’re under a blanket and holding hands, talking quietly about your home lives or anything that’s bothering you, letting the wind run through your clothing, causing the two of you to shuffle closer together

-he’s seldom quiet so when he is you know there’s something wrong. you never push him as he’ll open up on his own terms and when he’s ready, but you always make sure that he knows you’re there

-he’ll usually walk into your dorm shutting the door quietly, taking his jumper off, and curling up in your lap as he grabs your hand, your other one going to his hair immediately. his cries are silent but they don’t last long, only for a couple of minutes before he looks up at you and kisses the side of your mouth before going under your covers and hugging your waist tightly.

-when you walk in upset or crying he’ll immediately be gripping his wand asking who he’ll have to hex, it brings a smile to your face and you just shake your head before trudging towards him, your mood washing over you again. you straddle his lap and bury your face in his chest, trying to calm yourself down. his hands would immediately go to rubbing your back or stroking your hair. when your breathing starts to go back to normal he’ll hold the back of your neck, making you look up at him, he just wanted to see your face because even when you were sobbing he thought you were the most breathtaking person on earth.

-you two always shower together or take baths together and they’d be filled with horrible attempts at flirting and messing around

-drunk sirius is a disaster. he will trail after you like a lost puppy, he will hug your legs if you try to leave which leads to him being dragged on the floor as he grips on your calf for dear life. if you somehow manage to free yourself from his grip he does the most outrageous and embarrassing things to get you to come back. (imagine sirius drunkenly singing common people by pulp or the letter by the boxtops, using his bottle as a mic and prancing around the common room doing an idiotic dance)

-drunk sirius barges into your room screaming “i'm an english man!!” or singing parklike by blur (if blur existed at the time)

-so many polaroids, he has a box filled with them. it gives him comfort when he’s back at home

-he stares at you a lot

-he always greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand

-at first you were apprehensive about being with sirius for several reasons but you gave him a chance because you wanted to formulate your own opinion. he proved everyone around him wrong and it took you by surprise to see just how committed he was. he not once hid the fact he liked you, he made it very known that he wanted you and only you, even if it was embarrassing on your behalf

(can you tell i heavily associate sirius with damon albarn?)

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Chapter 103: Slaughter Secret Society (V)

{cw: slight nsfw, sexual harrassment - I’ve marked the start and end of the scene in question with ++ and included a summary at the end if you wish to skip this.}

Help: How do I pretend to be a gay man without moral integrity but keep my moral integrity at a hedonistic party? Urgent, online, etc.

Answer: Hold steady first, then look for straight men to flirt with.

Qi Leren, who had made up his mind, calmly talked and laughed with Mrs. Kathleen. Obviously, when straight women and gay men know each other's orientation well, neither side will be too distracted. Qi Leren felt that this was probably called courtesy-flirting.

Fortunately, the bottom line of Mrs. Kathleen's moral integrity was still there, and the communication between them was limited to courtesy-flirting instead of courtesy-sex. She quickly recommended her male subordinates to Qi Leren, and showed him her "goods" in a row like a salesman.

The utterly hopeless Qi Leren looked at the group of coquettish men despairingly.

He, absolutely, did, not, want, to, go, one, round, with, men!

"Most of my subordinates like women, and these are not exclusive to men. Don't you like them?" Kathleen always paid attention to Red’s face. Although he kept smiling, he was always absent-minded and seemed to be not interested in her subordinates.

Ashley looked at Red nervously. The mask covered half of his face, revealing his deep red lips. He took a sip of wine and pointed towards a pair of men and women in the corner who were exchanging life experiences fiercely. "Is that man your subordinate too?"

Mrs. Kathleen looked intently and smiled softly, "Oh, Sid? He’s the lover of a female subordinate. Apart from his body, there’s really nothing commendable. If you insist on me saying it, his performance in bed is fine. Are you interested?"

Red’s mouth hooked up, and he lifted Mrs. Kathleen's hand and dropped a kiss on it. "Thank you for your recommendation."

With this, he left Mrs. Kathleen and a melancholy Ashley, and walked to the corner with the light gait of a cat.

The whole party scene is full of unpleasant smells, the smell of wine, smoke, and various drugs all mixed together, making people indulge in desire, and the crazy music was earth-shattering. Young men and women dancing on the dance floor got carried away, and the pressure of survival was forgotten. They indulged in passion and unscrupulous actions.

It was sad and pathetic.

Obviously, there was lively music everywhere, and there were people who had fun everywhere, but at this moment standing in the crowd, Qi Leren felt very lonely.

After all, this wasn’t a place where he should stay. He had to find a way to get away without being noticed…

He vowed to force himself to keep his eyes open to the end, mind over matter.

"It's the most pleasing thing in life to light a cigarette afterwards." A mysterious man dressed in a mask sat down beside Sid. Sid, who was entering the sage time*, paused. Instead, his female companion gave a charming smile and moved to kiss the mysterious man in front of her.

*{E/N: “sage time” means being post-orgasm. I’m pretty sure the implication is that Sid and this girl just got off together.}

A slender finger touched her lipstick-covered lips to stop her: "I'm sorry, madam, I'm not interested in women."

The woman rolled her eyes, picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground and put them on her body, and walked away without looking back.

Sid, who’d been abandoned by his female companion, looked at the mysterious man warily. He’d never seen this man at the party. He remembered that Mrs. Kathleen had told them that a distinguished guest would come to the party this time…

Wait, what did he just say? He wasn’t interested in women? Then the question was coming. He is sitting here to…

Sid's cold sweat immediately flowed down.

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The man in front of him looked at his body with great interest: "Your muscles are very good, and your ass is also quite firm. I once had a lover as strong as you, but unfortunately he’s dead. Seeing you reminds me of him."

Sid, a straight man who was forced to be naked in front of a gay man, felt deep pressure. The man in front of him had long legs, a thin waist, and white skin. At first glance, he was the type that was easy to play. Apart from gender, he was impeccable. He also knew clearly that he couldn’t offend the man in front of him, but… But heaven, have pity on him. He was a straight man!!!

His dull reaction seemed to make the man in front of him only more interested. As light as a cat, he rolled over and sat on him, slowly lighting himself a cigarette. The thick smoke made his slightly upturned lips have a charming allure. "Would you like one?"

"...Okay ...Okay."

The man straddled him, his long fingers stroking his muscles. The cold fingers aroused goose bumps on Sid's skin. He crouched on him like a snake, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then lit him up with the cigarette he was holding.

The faint light burning from the cigarette butt was very ambiguous in this hidden corner. The masked man flicked the cigarette butt and the ashes lightly landed on Sid's collarbone, burning slightly. The man breathed a sigh and blew away the ash that had fallen on his skin.

The smell of the smoke cascaded over his naked skin, even more arousing than the sensation of the cold fingers.

The man laughed in a low voice, and the light brown eyes hidden behind the mask stared at him: "But compared to a cigarette, don't you want to try the one I have lower down?"

Sid’s face suddenly changed. What, this shameless gay guy wanted his chrystanthemum?!

"Hm? What? If your technique is good enough, I don't mind trying again, as long as it can make me feel good..." The man pushed his knee towards the place where he was still weak, and he let out an embarrassing sound, tempted by the proximity.

The pale Sid looked at Mrs. Kathleen for help, but the latter nodded to him, telling him to do it!

As a straight man, he never expected to encounter such a crisis. If he couldn’t get it up… would he be killed? However, the desperate Sid was left unrequited. The mysterious man whispered an address into his ear, then climbed off of him, adjusted his clothes and smiled at him: "I’ll be waiting for you there. Don't make me wait too long."

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With that, he walked lightly through the crowd and returned to Mrs. Kathleen.

"Do you allow take-away?" Red said cheerily, and Mrs. Kathleen clinked her glass.

"Of course, but you don’t need to. There’s a back room here that has everything you want," said Mrs. Kathleen.

"When people ‘communicate’ with each other, it’s also the time when people are least prepared. I prefer to be on my own site," Red said lightly.

Mrs. Kathleen expressed her understanding and politely sent him out of the door: "The selection ceremony is in a week..."

Red took his cloak from the waiter and put it on his body. He took off his mask and said to Mrs. Kathleen, haughtily and reserved, "It's just a ritual without suspense. The winner can only be me."

"I wish you all the best," said Mrs. Kathleen.

"Thank you for your kindness. Oh, have my 'pizza' come to me in half an hour. I have to prepare some 'good things' first. " He smiled and turned away.

As soon as he walked out of the bar, Qi Leren gave a long sigh of relief. Although he stayed in it for only half an hour, it felt like a year. As a great young man in the 21st century, he really hadn't seen this kind of battle before. He’d almost let his expression slip several times. Fortunately, he was covered by the mask and finally didn't show his feelings.

Qi Leren had considered rejecting Mrs Kathleen's "kindness" directly, but doing so would obviously cast a shadow over their cooperative relationship. The best way was to make a proposition first, and then find an excuse to send the person away. Time is short, he had to hurry and meet with the extra sent by the Trials Office who would make a guest appearance, together put on an act with him for "Mr Takeaway", and then drive the man back on the grounds of "I met a hotter one on the road, so you can go back and continue to pick up girls". The perfect plan.

Back near his temporary stronghold, Qi Leren whistled, and then went back to the house to wait for the people in the Trials Office to contact him. Soon he heard a slight footstep on the second floor, and he whistled again to signal that there was no one else in the room.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and someone came down the stairs. Qi Leren looked up, and his calm expression instantly solidified on his face.

"Ning... Ning Zhou?" Qi Leren, dressed in strange clothes and heavy make-up and smelling of alcohol and tobacco, immediately jumped up from the sofa, looking both embarrassed and nervous.

Ning Zhou's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, then he frowned and asked coldly and stiffly: "What is it?"

Qi Leren felt awkward enough to burst into tears. Could he tell Ning Zhou, who was conservative and introverted, that he needed someone to undress and help him now? He had to replace him!

"Who else is nearby besides you?" Qi Leren asked, deathly pale.

"Miao Li."

“……”

Heaven will kill me!

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Editor’s Notes: 

Summary of ++: “Red” acts suggestively towards Sid in a way intended to make him uncomfortable. Sid is instructed by Mrs. Kathleen to go along with it. Before anything can happen, Red pulls away and tells him to come to his house later so they can continue.

So, as indicated by BMBL’s end note, this chapter as it’s currently found on JJWXC has been edited from its original version due to being locked for sexual content, ~however~ the version you have just read is the uncensored one! I’ve been using two different mtls (the one I originally read and the one available on mtlnovel) and I was surprised to find that the one on mtlnovel is the uncensored version! Imagine my shock when I went to compare a sentence and suddenly there were butts.

For those curious, there’s actually not a ton different between the two. The censored version has removed Qi Leren commenting on Sid’s butt, several mentions of naked skin, one mention of Qi Leren stradling Sid, the mention of Sid’s “chrysanthemum”, and Qi Leren’s wandering knee. Also, it’s worth mentioning that any time I’ve used the word “sex” here, it was either censored or replaced by some innuendo originally.

Please look forward to the next chapter, it’s a good one ;) ;) ;)

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[floosies]

Beechwood Park

pairing: 60′s au (Richard Madden x oc!poc!fem!Reader)

summary: In the late 60′s Cynthia was struggling model who’d just about reached her wits end and succumb to her parents wishes for her to continue her studies. Mr. Madden would say otherwise though.

warnings: age gap, smut, cursing, 18 + material

Series Masterlist

3. Smoke Dreams

Her mind couldn’t stop thinking about their private moment in the hallway. About his hands and how quickly he had her feeling like jelly. She’d only kissed a boy once at a birthday party when she was ten. Kissing him wasn’t like that, it was different in such a good way. She wasn’t innocent she knew what sex was and even though she was still pure, there were many men who she knew were waiting for a chance at her. 

One thing that was for certain though was he called again. They talked about it in whispers whilst Stella was still in the flat. She’d confessed that she had gotten the callback and had a photoshoot in the weekend. Mr. Egerton had agreed to be her agent and he’d send a car for her at 9 am sharp. Mr. Madden was happy to hear that she was doing well, but he had other plans.

Richard wanted to spend more time with her. His plan was to have a getaway with her in the upcoming week. He’d planned everything, he even went through Taron to make sure she was available. It did catch Cynthia off guard how well informed he was about her schedule. Stella wasn’t surprised at all, “I think he wants to be your daddy at this point.” She said playfully as they ate dinner  “oh please. I am far too young to be married, besides he’s practically an old man. Why would he want me?” 

Stella loved Cynthia like a sister, she really did, but god could Cynthia be so daft sometimes. They were watching some shite show on the telly when Stella brought it up again, “he looks at you like a dog looks at a bone. He wants you, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up having you.” Cynthia didn’t want to admit the truth, but she had a feeling that her best friend was right, “I am not his type. I can’t be, look at me.” Goodness, “this is England love. That thing  doesn’t matter here. Let him have a chance at ya, you’ll regret it if you don’t.” 

With that, the weekend came. Sure enough the girls were ready for a small holiday in Brighton. Mr. Egerton of course had his photo shoot first, it went swimmingly. The photographer loved Cynthia, and Mr. Madden was there, well everyone was there. 

Richard could see her star power from the moment she began posing for the camera. It made him want her more. An intelligent woman with looks that could make him fall weak to his knees, he couldn’t wait to have her alone. A celebration dinner was in order for the first night out of the little holiday. Taron being a good wingman brought along an old uni friend, Dominic Cooper, his tastes and profession similar to Stella’s.

One would think that these pairs were couples from just seeing them together. Richard and Cynthia in their mod fashioned clothing, opposing Stella and Dominic in their monochromatic black outfits inspired by poetry obsessive intellectuals. Taron was the odd one out, but he still was in many of the conversations going on in the dinner table.

A conversation on relationships came about during dessert and it was very interesting to say the least. Stella made it a point to bring up the use of the word daddy as a nickname for a woman’s husband, “does a woman really want to reminded of her father?” Everyone laughed, but Cynthia quickly added, “I agree no one wants to think of their father, however I think it’s endearing really. Daddy seems like a title deserved if he really acts like what a daddy is supposed to be.” This intrigued everyone at the table, Taron raised a curious eyebrow. It was Dominic though who asked the question, “so how does a daddy behave Ms. Ridge?”

Cynthia could feel the heat on her face rising, she was in the hot seat now. She took a good drink of her champagne before answer, “he should be like Prince Phillip, modest and handsome.” Dominic rolled his eyes, “a monarchist. I knew it!” Stella laughed, “it’s only fitting for a woman of her intelligence and poise. Cynthia my dear you are extraordinary as always.” It seems everyone was content with her answer. It calmed her beating heart down a bit, she finally looked over at Mr. Madden who gave her a wink before finishing his last bit of champagne. 

Dinner ended nicely, Mr. Egerton reminded Cynthia she had some reshoots the next morning and then his car arrived taking him back to his beach front home. Stella and Dominic had hit it off, this led to Dominic convincing Stella to go with to a some poetry club near the hotel they were staying. This left Cynthia with Mr. Madden, she knew it would end well enough.

They were staying in the same hotel, “finally a moment alone.” She shyly grinned, “yes finally.” Into a lift they went, “so am I like Prince Phillip then?” Cynthia was caught a bit off guard, “oh. I umm..well...I suppose-” “darling I was only teasing. Besides would you ever see this old man as your daddy.” Her answer was a surprise to both of them, “I wouldn’t mind, if you’d want me.” They’d arrived on his floor and before she could react he was practically puling her into his room.

When the door closed a series of deep kisses began. Clothing was flying everywhere, but she had to stop it quickly, “Richard I’ve never-” he cut her off. “It’s okay. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” The lust was there though, “I want you to do everything just be gentle.” That was all that needed to be said. His lips began to trail sloppy kisses over her body until he’d reached her core. 

She’d never done anything like this, she felt something warm and wet. Then she felt a wave of pleasure as she realized it was his mouth. Looking down she saw his eyes staring at her. Her hands tangled into his hair as she slowly rode his face, it was so good, too good that she couldn’t control herself from climaxing. He went back up leaving more bruising kisses over her body. Cynthia didn’t know much about sex, but she was willing to try. Before he could do anything else, she turned them over and began descending to his groin. 

Her hands tugged on his member, she saw his head fall back with his lips parted open. She wanted to go further, but she wasn’t quite sure how to, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to love,” Richard’s voice coaxed raggedly. She still continued the soft pulls and tugs, “I just don’t know how is all.” 

Richard was somehow more turned on by her innocence, “it’s just like an ice lolli,” she went straight in. He fell back onto the bed, just the sight of her like this was enough for him. If she kept at it he wouldn’t last much longer. Gently he pulled her away, “I want tonight to be about you darling.” She laid under him again, his right hand trailed to her core again, gently teasing her bud whilst the other hand toyed with her breasts. He watched as her chest rose and fell heavily. He could feel the slick building up in his fingers. 

Pulling away he heard her small whines for more, he quickly went for the condom in trousers. Cynthia’s heart was racing, she couldn’t deny she wanted him but when she saw the size of him she wondered if it would even possible. He had just put on the thing, “it’ll only hurt at the start.” His fingers went to work again on her bud as he entered her. The pain was starting to be greater than the pleasure. 

He whispered sweet things in her ear and kissing the nape of her neck as he fully entered her. She was trying her hardest not cry, instead focusing on kissing him and his voice. After a minute or two, the intensity of the pain died and dulled, her hips began to rock against his member. Soon as he felt her wanting for more he began to slowly bottom out and move into her again. It didn’t take long for her to begin enjoying the feeling.

She had her arms draped under his shoulders, his head was nuzzled into her neck as he tried he mask his groans into her skin. Trying to hold back her moans was something that was getting difficult as the pleasure continued to build. Then she just couldn’t hold back, “p-pl-please harder.” He smirked, “I’ll do whatever you want me to darling, just say that I’ll be your daddy for life.” She moaned out a chant of yeses. 

Her legs were beginning to tremble as he thrusted and then he hit her sweet spot, and he knew it was it from the way she gasped out and arched her back. Her skin was glistening with sweat, she looked like an angel, the way she was tightening up around him, he knew she was close. He pulled her into almost a sitting position, “you’re close aren’t you darling?” His voice was shaky, and she was in bliss at this point, “oh daddy.” This only made him speed up his pace, “that’s right be a good girl for daddy. Daddy’s got you love, let go darling.” His fingers worked on her bud as he thrusted into her sweet spot. A strangled moan left her lips as she rode at her high.

They laid sprawled out, he was giving her a chance to catch her breath before running her a bath. Her eyes trailed to him, he was covered in her lipstick it made her giggle, he raised an eyebrow “what is it?” She smiled, “my lipstick is all over you.” He looked down seeing kiss marks and stains everywhere, he simply shrugged, “your lipstick looks good on me.” She moved in closer to him, “did you enjoy your first time?” She looked up at his blue eyes, nodding. He smiled, “do you really mean you want to be with me?” She was going to be the death of him, “of course I do. Now let’s run you a bath and then go to bed,” but if she would kill him, he would die with a smile.

[rubbish78]

Heyyyyyyyyy you guys wanna read another my short ass slightly slutty (tiny bit) Ghoul/Poison fic?

(It is on aO3 but not posting the link just ask because keekjejejd I’m shy about my other stories but you could probably find this if you wanted to also I was writing nonbinary Poison)

Anyways...........here you go:

Jumping onto the kitchen counter and landing on his butt, Fun Ghoul also pulled his lover, Party Poison, in between his legs. Wrapping his arms around them, he mouthed at their neck, sucking and licking the hot salty skin. Tasted like the desert, so damn good.

Reciprocating, Poison held on to his hips and played with Ghoul’s dusty jean belt loops with their index fingers. They also grinded against Ghoul’s crotch, feeling both their half-hard erections begin to grow between their pants. An animistic moan vibrated against the skin of their throat as Ghoul began to rut against them as well.

The two Killjoys were alone for the most part, everyone was out on a run at the moment, yet they still sneaked into the back of the diner's chaotic kitchen like they had something to hide. Pretty much everyone knew about them, mostly, well not the public or definitely not BLI .

“I know ya think I’m kiddin','' Fun Ghoul abruptly whispered into Poison’s ear, referring back to their earlier conversation. Easing back against the dirty metal cupboards, he cupped Poison’s feminine face with his dirty fingerless leather-gloved hands. “But c'mon Poison, have I ever kid about gettin' ink?”

The evidence was everywhere, Ghoul was covered head to toe with various tattoos, getting to the point he hardly had any plain skin left. His cute boyish face remained untouched…for now and he would probably never get one either but he never let Poison know that just so he could continue teasing them about it since Poison was furiously against it. Nah, he just wanted to ink the left side of his neck now since it felt kind of blank compared to the right side of his neck, which had a scorpion with the wrong amount of legs. It had been his first tattoo and was too excited to even notice the legs.

Poison chuckled low, lifting a hand to card through Ghoul’s greasy ebony colored hair and gazed lovingly into his warm brown eyes.

“Trust me, I know you’re not kidding, I’m actually taking your request quite seriously.”

“So you like?” Ghoul happily beamed, caressing Poison’s face with his thumbs about to plant a kiss on their lips. “I knew you would, so I got—

“Not exactly,” Poison interrupted Ghoul, who frowned a little and dropped his hands to their shoulders. “I just think…you haven’t fully thought it through, like maybe something not so whore-ish?”

“Whore-ish?” Ghoul repeated, almost breaking into hysterical laughter, shaking his head. “Really? Okay. That’s hilarious coming from you.”

“Ah! How dare you!” Poison broke away from him, spinning around in a dramatic manner and ramming into the broken rusty oven, which hadn’t cooked a meal in this diner for years. The oven let out an alarming hissing noise and Poison let a high pitched shriek out before jumping up on the counter next to Ghoul, holding onto him like the oven was gonna explode.

Anticlimactically, the oven door just slammed opened and coughed out dust.

Poison’s grip on Ghoul relaxed and mumbled, “Thought you might have put a bomb in there as a joke or something.”

“Yeah that does sound like me,” Ghoul smirked, deviously. “Good idea for next time, huh? Maybe I’ll try it on Kobra.”

Poison snorted, rolling their eyes and pushed aside Ghoul’s long hair behind his left ear. Staring at the canvas of skin Ghoul wanted to ink before tenderly kissing it. “I can come up with way better ideas,” Poison murmured into his skin. “Let me draw some things up.”

“Wait, first I gotta hear why you think my idea is whore(ish),” Ghoul retorted, genuinely curious. Gripping Poison’s delicate chin, he turned his face to the side and licked the shell of his ear. “I mean come on, if anyone is a whore it’s you—

Letting out a let loud mock offended gasp, Poison playfully smacked Ghoul across the face as if they were one of those actors performing a fake slap onstage. Ghoul half-laughed, half-aroused tried to grab his flailing arms as they mimicked a distressed southern debutante: “Well, I have never been accused of such debauchery in my life!” Fanning their face, they dramatically sighed in Ghoul’s arms. “How will I ever get a good marriage match now with vicious rumors like that spreading around the zones?”

“Ain’t rumors if they are true, sweetheart,” Ghoul teased back in an equally horrible southern drawl. “Now why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use?” Ghoul fumbled with a pocket on his vest before unexpectedly pulling out a tube of lipstick.

Poison stopped thrashing his body around and dropped the horrible accent. “Wow okay…. you came prepared, you weirdo.”

Ghoul cracked a small smile and shrugged, handing him the tube of lipstick.

Poison took the cap off, finding the lipstick to be the same color as their neon red hair. The lipstick had definitely been used before as it was worn down to almost a nub but most things they found in the desert were broken or used.

“You really want this?”

“Yeah because I’m a whore.”

“Okay maybe “whore-ish” wasn’t the right word,” Poison bashfully admitted, as they played with the lipstick, twisting the tube up and down. “It’s like ugh, uhhh how do I say this uhhhhh…...”

Ghoul raised an eyebrow.

“Like I don’t know, people might interpret it as you being straight.”

If Ghoul was a cartoon his eyebrow would have raised off his forehead into the air.

“I don’t know, it’s something a twenty year old drunk girl would get, y’know?”

“Okay, okay now I’m lost,” Ghoul chuckled in confusion. “So it’s gay then if I got it then?”

“Like ahhhh no!” Poison shook their head, lifting a hand to rub their eyes. Embarrassed, they looked through his fingers at Ghoul. “I mean a girl might get it because it’s aesthetically cute, but boys might get to show off how much they get laid.”

Chuckling, Ghoul took Poison’s hands in his own. “Okay I get what you’re saying...kind of.” Taking the lipstick tube from Poison, he uncapped it and began applying on Poison’s lips, who hesitantly puckered their lips. “As soon as anyone sees you standing next to me they will connect the fucking dots.” He then fished out his pair of aviator sunglasses from a vest pocket and held them up so Poison could see their own reflection of their beautiful red lips.

“But it’s not for anyone else anyways,” Ghoul continued, beaming at Poison who seemed to really like the look on themself. “It’s for me and...fuck, you look hot.”

“Shut up,” Poison blushed, face getting dangerously close to his hair color. “Fine whatever, hold still!” Moving Fun Ghoul’s hair aside, they kissed the left side of his neck and lingered there trying to leave the perfect kiss mark.

Ghoul knew the kiss mark was probably gonna get messed up by the time Show Pony got here with the needles and ink because he was planning to kiss them everywhere but he loved the novelty of the act

“You happy?” they snapped after pulling away, however; lovingly played and twirled with Ghoul’s hair.

“Always with you.”

[ineffable-bisexual]

@concreteangel1221​ this reminds me of my own head canon, but not of them teasing one another (although yours is very fluffy and funny!). It takes place after Freddie Mercury dies.

Crowley is, of course, upset and doesn’t really want to know where Freddie ended up. On the one hand, it might be cool if he was in Hell so Crowley could talk to him but the damp and dark wouldn’t be Freddy’s scene. But he also doesn’t want Freddy in Heaven because then he would have to deal with Gabriel and Sandalphon.

But then...

Years go by and the husbands are drunk (naturally) and Crowley brings it up again.

“It would have been a treat to see Freddie really give it to old Gabe, ya know? Just smart off to him, take a shot of vodka, give him the finger while smiling and calling him ‘darling.’ Someone’s sake...”

“I remember the day he died,” Aziraphale told him, pouring them another glass of wine. “I had never seen you so depressed.”

“Then again,” Crowley continues, putting his hand on his husband’s leg after he sits next to him, “I would have loved to have seen the look on everyone’s face if Freddie came over to Hell. Walking through the fiery gates in those tight white pants and huge crown and fur-lined cape. He would declare himself Queen of the Underworld, right to Beelz’s face, too! HA!”

“You cried all night, dear, I remember,” Aziraphale continues, too, a frown forming on his brow. “You played that one song on the turntable over and over, too, what was it again?”

“Oh...yeah it was uh...Somebody to Love.”

“Yes...”

“Yeah...It, um...reminded me of us...at that time.”

“Oh?” Aziraphale rested a hand on his. “Will you play it for me?”

“What?”

He motioned to the turntable he kept on one of the bookshelves. “Put it on. I’d like to hear it.”

Crowley hesitated, but then squeezed his husband’s hand before getting up from the sofa.

He put the record on and sat next to him again. Aziraphale smiled and kissed his cheek, tears standing in his eyes as he listened. 

“Darling...”

“Sappy, I know,” Crowley grinned, picking up his wine glass again.

“No! It’s a beautiful song! And, you know, I think I can...”

Crowley looked at him, puzzled. “You think you can what?”

Aziraphale set down his wine. “Dearest...what if I can find out for you?”

“Find out what?” He saw the slight raise of his husband’s eyebrow and it clicked. “You...y-you mean if Freddy--”

“Yes! I mean...I may not work  for them much anymore, but I can still get in and out of Heaven, and since our ‘trials,’ Gabriel and Sandalphon don’t dare to ask questions.”

Crowley grinned. “They’re scared of you.”

Aziraphale smirked. “Hmm, I wonder why.”

They giggled and the angel suddenly stood.

“You’re going now?” Crowley asked.

“Why not?”

“Well, I mean...what are you going to say?”

Aziraphale was by the turntable now, sifting through the records on the shelf below it. “What’s your favorite vinyl from him?”

“Uh...A Day at the Races. I placed it just there to play the record.”

He picked up the sleeve and carefully put the record back into it. “Ah! Very well!” He hid it in his coat and went to the door. “Be right back.”

Crowley shot off the sofa. “Angel! Wait! Are you really going back now? You think you’ll be able to get up there, I mean, the building is one thing, but you haven’t been up past the stars in eons! And you’re drunk!”

“Oh, pish posh, dear!”

“Don’t pish posh me! You can’t just--”

Aziraphale stopped his protests with a kiss. “Be back in the morning.”

“Morning?!” 

“Love you!”

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The next morning passed...and then the afternoon. Early evening came and Crowley paced the entirety of the bookshop. He had finally decided to go out to look for him until he heard the familiar sound of the bell above the door.

“Angel?”

He rushed to him and saw that he was smiling from ear to ear, purple lipstick marks on both of his cheeks. A rainbow feathered boa was draped over his shoulders and he was clutching the vinyl record in one hand and an open bottle of champagne in the other.

“Darling!” he said. “I am dreadfully sorry that I kept you waiting for so long, but...well, what a time it was up there!”

“In the...headquarters?”

“Hm? Oh, Lord no! Upstairs, dear. Way upstairs! It’s definitely livened up since we left.”

Crowley stepped closer and squinted. “Is that glitter?”

“Oh! Yes,” Aziraphale said. “Just a bit; it was everywhere.”

“Well did you--”

“I met this amazing young man, dear! He reminded me so much of you! Tall, thin, long legs, gorgeous hair! And his makeup! He had a painted lightning bolt over his face and--”

“You met David-fucking-Bowie??”

“Dear! Language! Anyway, he was chatting with this other young man who had just finished setting his guitar on fire! Can you believe it? He set fire in Heaven! It was amazing!”

Crowley’s heart was pounding. “Jimi...Jimi Hendrix? You met--”

“Darling, stop interrupting me! Then I turn around and there’s this shorter bloke clad in a puffy white shirt and a purple coat! He looked regal and was very charming! He was making pancakes for everyone!”

“Was he wearing a weird symbol?”

“Why, yes! Come to think of it he was!”

“That was Prince!! Angel, you’re--look, did you find--”

“Oh! And I saw my old friend, Julia Child! Do you remember? I had dinner with her and her wonderful husband when I was in France in the 1970s. She was there with her husband and this other tall gentleman from the American South. Oh, darling, he was absolutely gorgeous! Slicked back black hair, deep blue eyes, tight white flares! Oh, my heavens, you know I don’t sweat very much but--”

“Aziraphale!”

The angel paused and frowned at him. “What? Oh! Right, yes. Here.”

He handed the Queen album to him and Crowley’s jaw dropped.

In glittering gold, over the black cover of the album, was the very signature of Freddie Mercury himself.

“I told him that my husband was a big fan,” Aziraphale said. He approached him and kissed him ever so gently.

“Oh...angel...” Crowley’s voice cracked. “Thank you...I can’t believe it...how was he?”

His husband smiled. “Happy. He was there with his partner, Jim. He misses his mates, but he knows they’ll be there one day. But really, he’s alright, and having the best time.”

Crowley sniffed back growing tears. “Did he meet...you know...”

“Gabriel? Oh...I don’t know...I forgot to ask. They met God, though.”

Crowley’s eyes grew wider. “They did?”

“Of course! She’s a fan of his, too, apparently.” He took off his feathered boa and placed it around Crowley’s neck. “How about I freshen up and we dine at the Ritz? I’ll tell you more about my trip.”

Crowley kissed him. “Thank you again, angel.”

“No problem, love.” He walked to the back room to go up to his flat, but suddenly turned. 

“Oh! She says hello, by the way.”

Crowley was puzzled again. “Who?”

Aziraphale laughed. “God, of course! She congratulated us on the marriage! She was a witness, you know?”

“Wait...what?”

[nightlovechild]

Fake It - Deceit’s Week. (Day 4: Anxceit)

Warnings: depression, fighting, cognitive behavioral therapy, name calling, male character using feminine terms, bdsm themes, Remus briefly mentioned, D/s dynamics, spanking mentioned, anal fingering, anal sex, nipple play, hand job, over sensitivity, Deceit

Summary: Deceit helps Virgil out of his mental down-swing by any means necessary. Be it talking, fighting, asserting his dominance or rowdy sex, nothing is off limits when it comes to helping his Virgil. 

Notes: Deceit's name is Dimitri

"You're a quack." Virgil called out from under his protective blanket cocoon. 

"You get what you pay for, Honey." Dimitri quipped. 

"I don't pay you."

"Exactly. So stop wasting our time with your bitching and just do it!" 

"I can't believe you want me to fake being in a better mood? You think 'fake it until I make it' actually works? 

"Yes. It does work. It's sound physiology." Dimitri said, uncrossing and recrossing his legs. Needing the small adjustment to keep his legs from falling asleep.

They had been at this for awhile now. Dimitri trying to coax Virgil back out into the mindscape and Virgil telling him where to shove it. By the fourth hour, Dee wanted to wring his scrawny neck, but the snake wouldn't let his pessimistic nature win out. No, he would follow the rules that they both agreed upon. 

"Why are you even here? I bet you all don't want me around. Just. Fucking. Leave. Already." Virgil bit out as he heard Dimitri trying to explain why the cognitive technique works. 

Dimitri rolled his eyes, grumbling in frustration. Leaving is never an option when they were making progress, which they were, no matter how slow it felt. Virgil had gone from one syllable disdain to speaking in full insulting sentences. 'So Yay progress!' Dimitri thought with thick sarcasm. 

Dimitri preened over his thigh high fishnets as Virgil continued. 

"News flash you're working with the left side of the brain! Your skills don't work here, fuck face." Virgil yelled into his sweater paws.

"Oh really? So, there's nothing I could say or do that would encourage you?" Dimitri said as he stood and walked over to Virgil's full length mirror, the click of his high heels resounding off the hardwood floors. 

"Do snakes have not have fucking ears? That is exactly what I…" Virgil stopped mid sentence as he finally turned over. Stunned silent while he took in every inch of Dimitri's body. 

Leaning into the mirror, Dee was reapplying his lipstick, mouth open suggestively. Bending forward at the waist made his hips angle backward. Causing his yellow and black mini sundress to ride up on his plump ass giving Virgil a very clear pantyless up-skirt view. Dimitri's ass and pert balls were on full display. Next, Virgil took in the black lace garter belt and fishnets that lead down to snake print high heels to finalize Dee's look. 

"Keep going I love hearing you drag my animal side. Oh, and don't let this interrupt you," Dimitri pointed up and down his body, "Since you don't want to take care of yourself, how could you ever take care of all of this?" 

Dimitri lifted the front of his skirt, stroking his hard cock while shaking his ass back and forth. Winking and blowing kisses through the mirror. 

"You slutty snake." Virgil growled pulling his blankets away from his body, sitting up in bed. Using his anger to cover up that wanted to keep ogling Dimitri's fine body.

"A slutty snake that's been thinking about you all morning. Fucking myself with the toy you gave me. I'm so wet still. See? You could even slip right in and fill me up." Dee was playing with his ass cheeks now, making them jiggle and bounce. Pulling himself open quickly to show off the glimmer of lube and his tempting hole. 

Virgil was on his feet even before his foul mood could catch up with him. Reaching out, his hands were slapped back.

"I didn't spend hours getting ready to be defiled by a grunge rock god. I require a couple of items before you get any." Dimitri's voice was sultry as he placed Virgil's right hand on his ass. 

Virgil moaned as he gripped the soft ass he wanted to pound into. 

"First I want you to repeat after me. I am okay. I am safe. Now you." 

"I am… this is stupid."

"Fine, I know another dark side that would love to play my games." Dimitri scolded as he shoved Virgil's hand away, turning towards the door. 

"No! He doesn't get your fine ass. You dressed up for me. You said you played with the toy I got you. In this moment you're mine." Virgil ordered but the whimpering tone made it more like begging. 

"Then earn it! You're a smart boy, my boy. Thomas could call us at any minute and poof.." Dimitri held his hands up a final way.

"Fine. Fuck it. I… I'm okay. I am safe…For the moment." Virgil tacked on at the end.

"Again."

"I'm okay-ish. No one here would willingly harm me."

"Good enough. Next, Cleaning my room is simple if I listen to my Mistress." 

Whimpering at the title, Virgil sunk to his knees assuming his submissive position in front of his Mistress. Dimitri smiled, caressing Virgil's face, waiting.

"Cleaning my room is simple if I listen to Mistress Dimitri." Virgil leaned forward kissing the top of Dee's high heels. 

"Sit up. Look at me." Dimitri ordered softly. When Virgil complied, Dee leaned down, placing a kiss on Virgil's cheek.

"Thank you my sweet boy." The lipstick leaving a claiming mark. Virgil hummed in appreciation. 

"Now that you're ready to listen. Pick up all the trash on the floor." Dimitri slipped past to take a seat. Crossing his legs above the knee enabled him to highlight his smooth balls under him and to display his hard cock over his thigh. Checking his painted nails as Virgil repeated the chant. 

"I'm okay. I'm okay. This is simple. Just listen to Mistress." 

Time passed quickly as Virgil strived and accomplished Dimitri's tasks. When he needed a break, Dee would have him kneel. Hand feeding him bits of food and sips of water. Only becoming stern when Virge had demanded caffeine after his first glass of water. He continued on pushing even after he was told no. Resulting in Virgil's backside stinging as much as Dee's hand was now red. The anxious side's moans and rutting behaviors mixed with tiny thank you's made Dimitri feel happy all the way down to his dark little heart. 

'Such a good, but naughty pet.' Dee thought as he realized Virgil had went with the natural endorphin high that spanking brought him instead of the caffeine. 

Once they could see the floor, the sheets were changed, and the trash was taken out, Virgil knelt at Dimitri's feet, wiping the sweat from his face, panting in front of his powerful love. 

"I did just as you instructed I took care of my space and there's a clean area for us to play. I want you so much, please my Mistress?" Virgil asked, resting his forehead against the fishnet clad legs. 

"I am so proud of you. You looked so good getting these monstrous tasks done. Love when you follow orders so well. Made my cock hard each time I heard you saying my phrases." Dimitri coo'ed. 

"Then I've earned you?" Virgil sat up hopefully, kissing at the wide lace band of the fishnets.

"Not quite yet."

"Noooo." Virgil openly whimpered. 

"You're almost there, my beautiful pet. One more thing then you get me, I promise. Repeat after me: Taking a shower isn't daunting. I can wash myself with ease."

"Dee...please?" Virgil shifted down to kiss the snake print heels again when his hoodie shifted. The odor making him jerk back up immediately. "Taking a shower isn't daunting. I can wash myself with ease." 

"Good. Now again." Dimitri ordered as he signaled for Virgil to crawl into the bathroom ahead of himself. 

Once Virgil was ordered to stand, Dee traded chaste kisses for articles of his clothing so Virgil was inclined to be stripped down without a fight. Ordering him to brush his teeth while Dee started running his water. Making sure it was to Virgil's liking, as hot as possible. Before turning around to order him in Virgil climbed right in. Dee grinned, Virgil choosing to do something without being told was a good sign. 

Settling in under the hot water spray, Virgil was able to breath deep with ease. Letting the warmth work itself into his muscles, chasing the darkness away. Grabbing for the shampoo, Virgil fell into his normal showering routine. 

He continued repeating the snake's motivational lies that were slowly turning to truths. True reasoning finally out weighting depression's twisted logic. His voice barely carried over the rush of the shower but with Dimitri's excelled hearing, Virgil knew his Mistress could hear him crystal clear. 

Dimitri had hopped up onto the bathroom counter to wait. Enjoying the steamy outline of Virgil soaping himself up and slyly stroking his cock more times than necessary to get it clean. Goosebumps rose on Dee's arms as he hugged himself happy that all the hard work was paying off. Dimitri wiggled with need and excitement as the water turned off. Virgil stepping out of the shower dripping wet, stocking right over to him. Steam rolling of his body still. 

"I'm all clean and I smell better, scout's honor." Virgil joked as he reached out to take his towel that was in the other's grip. 

"Are you sure about that?" Dee leaned in for a sniff and gripped the towel tighter. 

"Yes." Virgil said irritation in his voice. Shaking his wet head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. 

"Stop! Stop! Do you know how much this dress cost me?!?" Dimitri yelled and laughed, jumping down off the counter. Wrapping the towel over Virgil's head making him laugh. Letting the towel fall back, their lips met in a tender kiss.  "Let's get you dried off and get you ready for me, yeah?" 

"Yes, Please." Virgil agreed as he let Dimitri resume control. 

The soft cotton towel caressed Virgil's body until every drop of water was gone. Then his wet hair was dried and styled. His signature black eye shadow with a hint of purple glitter was applied. His leather collar tightened just right. Dimitri's hand lingering over the band, watching Virgil's adam's apple bob as his looked up at Dee's face. 

"You okay?" Virgil asked, his hands tugged at his short skirt.

"How angry would you be if I changed our play up bit? You're so pretty, I want my fingers and my cock inside of you so bad. It's not an order. I was just wondering."

"Sounds perfect as I feel more wild and rowdy now then slow and steady you like to be fucked at. Plus, it means you'll owe me a round two." Virgil grinned wickedly, eyebrows wriggling, as he slid his hands up to Dimitri's waist, pulling him closer.

"Great, because that won't come to bite me in the ass." Dee swiveled his hips pressing his hardening cock to his pet's chest.

"Hey! I resent that. I would never draw blood. At least not there." Virgil smiled, showing his teeth. 

"Flustering your Mistress is against the rules. So just, like, Stand up and be good for once." Dimitri turned red as he placed the towel across the counter and pointed down. 

"No promises."

Smoothly, Virgil was guided forward onto his elbows. A quick tap to both feet signaled for Virgil to widen his stance, putting his ass on display. Virgil sucked in a sharp breath as warming lube was pressed against his hole. 

"There we go, my darkling. Bet that warmth feels so good, huh?" Dimitri said as he circled around Virgil's rim. 

Drawing a pleasing sound from Virge as he pressed inside. His groans only growing as one finger worked itself in and out, then two, and three. 

"M-Mistress, please need y-yyou." 

"You know the rules, four fingers before you take my cock. It's for your comf.." Dimitri started but stopped. Seeing the desperation in his pet's face through the mirror. "Okay, this time only, you win." 

Virgil shivered as Dee removed his fingers, watching him wash his hands, then Virgil grabbed the warming lube and tugged Dee back into the bedroom. Roughly shoving him on the bed. Making him bounce with the force of the drop. Virgil tossed off the pumps. Then yanked the lace garter and fishnets off. Then opted to flip the skirt up, then taking off the whole dress.

"Wow, you really do need this cock huh, baby boy?" Dimitri could only laugh as Virgil slicked up his cock and climbed on top. The warming lube making Dimitri's cock swell to full hardness.

"Mhmmm." Virgil mumbled as he lined them up and rocked himself down. His mouth hung open as he processed how deliciously full he was.

"Told you 'the fake it until you make it' method works?" Dee quipped as he thrusted up into Virgil's body. Causing his boy to moan at the pleasure and hiss at lame comment at the same time. 

"Not to offend, but you're such a fucking bastard sometimes, my sweet Mistress." Virgil growled with fake pleasantries. He went up on his knees and sunk back down, taking Dimitri's cock to its base. While his hands were squarely on Dee's chest, holding him down. 

Dee went to say something snarky, but Virgil put his hand over his mouth, his thumb caressing the scaled side of his face.

"Believe me, I'm not faking a goddamn thing. I'm taking my reward. Won't stop until we both make me feel good."

Feeling Dee's bare fangs against his palm made Virgil ride him faster. The warming lube heating up even more with their new pace. His head lulled back as his eyes fluttered shut in his pleasure. His cock bouncing off of Dimitri's stomach as he went faster, leaving a wet precome spot with each bounce. 

Dee's mind was split between enjoying how his cock kept disappearing so expertly into Virgil's warmth and recalling more pleasurable tricks to make Virgil feel the best like he deserved. 

"T-that's it my...oh, fuck… my pet. So good. Keep going, ride that cock like you fantasize about when your alone touching yourself." Dimitri encouraged him. His words covering the sounds as he reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out the bottle that held Virgil's euphoria. 

Spreading the mint cooling gel lube on his fingertips, Dimitri reached up pinching Virgil's nipples, circling around them. If the obscene moan was anything to go by, his boy wanted more. Rolling his pert nipples and tugging lightly, the icy cold chill sped straight to Virgil's cock, leaking even more precome. As Virgil started to shake, Dimitri flicked and pinched his lover's nipples, all the sensations overwhelmingly amazing. 

"Fffuck, sooo cold so good. Can I touch myself please, Dee? Need to come, please?" 

"I would be mad if you didn't help yourself." Dee said as he continued to flick and massage his nipples. 

Short fast strokes had Virgil coming all over his hand, across the dress and a bit on Dee's chin. Moaning incoherently as he kept stroking himself through his orgasm, drawing out every last drop. Squeezing and milking the cock trapped inside of him with each aftershock. Virgil's body sagged as his erotic high faded. 

"Come here, lay down on me, my good boy. You've done enough work for now." Dimitri coo'ed as Virgil was already leaning down to lay against him. Dimitri's mint chilled hands drew shivers from Virgil's hot sweaty skin. Dee started moving again once Virgil hugged him tight. His cock slamming into Virgil's tight hole again and again, getting him close to the edge. Virgil's sweet honest words did Dimitri in.

"Thank you. Thank you for sticking in there with me. God, I feel so good right now. My room's clean, you fed me wonderful treats and the only thing I need left is your mark." Virgil rocked his hips with shaky legs. "Will you come inside of me? Please,  Dee? Want you to shoot it so deep inside of my tight ass. Please, want to feel your heat. Your love. It's hotter then…" 

Sloppy thrusts gave way to grinding as he filled his loving pet up until his come was leaking out around his cock. Slowly their heavy breaths returned to normal as well as their hearts stopped racing. Thoughts became clearer again. 

"Wow." Dimitri basked in the after glow.

"Yeah, I know right?" Virgil agreed. 

"Usual or bath again?"

"Usual. Please." Virgil said as Dee carefully rolled them over so he was on top again. 

Opening the bedside drawer wider, Dee grabbed out the black and purple plug. Virgil placed his legs on Dee's shoulders with practiced ease. Allowing Dimitri's softening cock to slip free, but his come to stay inside. Whimpering at the over-sensitivity as Dimitri rubbed the plug through what come as on Virgil's skin. Grinning wickedly, he pushed the plug in ever so slowly watching it disappear inside his pet's body inch by inch.

Only once the plug was seated to its base did Virgil take his legs down. Laying against the bed completely spent. Dimitri whipped off his black and yellow sundress to start cleaning both of them up. 

"Hey, what happened to "do you know how much this dress cost" nonsense?" Virgil imitated Dee on the spot. 

"That dress was bout $2.30. I got it from the thrift store in Roman's realm." Dimitri said tossing the dirty dress into the bathroom with a single shot then pulled Virgil close again. 

"What the fuck then?" 

"Oh, I faked it. See it does work." Dimitri said as they both burst into laughter holding each other tight. 

[highqueenofelfhame]

Em my love my favorite my angel can we please please get another dose of undercover stripper!Aelin and mob boss!Rowan???

I KNOW THIS IS WHAT Y’ALL ARE AFTER SO HERE YA GOD (this is rated very R lmao)

Aelin’s heart was thundering in her chest as she fiddled absently with her earring, wondering if she should follow. The earring came loose and as she stood and made her way toward the door after Rowan, she lay it down on the stage. It wasn’t a normal earring. It was a mic that enabled her team to be able to record all interaction she had with Rowan Whitethorn and his associates. But where she was going, she didn’t want them to be able to hear.

The exit that he nodded toward for her to follow him through wasn’t an exit at all. There was a thumb pad next to the handle, which Rowan placed his thumb on and the door unlocked moments later. He led her down a long, dim hallway, passed doors that undoubtedly held evidence that she needed, but her mind wasn’t on what she needed for her case. It was only focused on what she wanted. 

She followed him into a room that had a leather couch against one wall, a desk with two chairs in front of it. It didn’t look like the office of a stone cold killer. It looked like the office of the psychiatrist she had to see after anything remotely serious happened when she was undercover. There were filing cabinets lined behind the desk, folders stacked on the desk itself. Rowan Whitethorn had just led her straight into the lion’s den. All of the information she needed to report to her boss was potentially in this room, right under her nose. Aelin moved through the room, running her finger along the mahogany paneling of the wall, over the cool metal of the filing cabinet closest to her. She looked over at Rowan, who watched her like a hawk, watched everywhere that her fingers touched, tensed when her hand got to close to the handle. Still he watched, perched on the edge of his desk.  “Fucking you doesn’t mean anything to me,” he finally said, pushing off the desk and walking toward her. She turned to face him, her fingers tracing over the lace patterns on her stomach. “You are just a body to me.” “And you think you’re anything but a body to me?” She quipped, tilting her head to the side. Rowan’s fingers brushed the sides of her neck, thumb tracing over the hollow of her throat as he pressed down. It was getting harder to breathe as he began to squeeze, but she parted her lips, mouth falling open as she inhaled and her eyes fluttered shut.“I can’t decide if you’re brave or stupid,” he said quietly, rubbing his lip with his free hand.

His pupils were blown with desire as his eyes raked down her body, down the deep V of the bodysuit she wore like he could see straight through the lace. Her back was pressed into the filing cabinet, the handles of the drawers pressing into her spine, causing her to let out a small noise low in her throat. Still holding her by the neck, he pulled her from against the cabinets and spun her around with his other hand, still squeezing her neck hard enough that her breathing was heavy. He was quick in the way he unzipped the back of her bodysuit, but slow when he ran his fingers down the center of her back, over the scarring she had from previous missions, over the notches of her spine.

Aelin tugged her arms out of her sleeves, letting them dangle at her sides as she stretched her arms out along the length of the file cabinets. Rowan tugged her back against his body by her neck, squeezing tightly as his other hand ran along her abdomen. She let her hand run down the arm that was on her stomach, feeling the muscle of his forearms. His touch was rough as he gripped her breasts, tugging and squeezing with such intensity that she knew she would have fingerprint sized bruises all over tomorrow, and she didn’t care. Didn’t care as she dropped her head back against his shoulder, didn’t care as he ducked his head down, teeth digging into her skin.

Once again he spun her around so she faced him and he guided her by her throat to his desk, where he nudged her so she was sitting on the dark wood surface. She looked up at him beneath thick lashes, his thumb brushing over her lips as she began to unbutton his shirt a single button at a time. When they were all finally free, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and she tried, she really did, to not moan at the sight of his body but she failed miserably.

The man was corded with muscle, abdomen perfectly carved from marble like the Gods of old. His arms were massive, she could have used his body to teach someone an anatomy lesson with how ripped every line of his body was. The adonis belt of his lower abdomen pointed perfectly to where she so desperately wanted her mouth. Her eyes raked over the tattoo that swirled over his chest, down his left arm. Her hands shook with desire as she splayed them flat against his body and leaned forward, pressing her red lips to his skin. As she left behind trails with her mouth, she undid his belt, unable to keep herself from moaning when he gripped her hair in his fist. As she unbuttoned his pants she looked up at him, dragging her tongue up the center of his abdomen. It was then that he let out a moan, a moan that snapped something in her. She needed him, needed this. Wanted him possibly more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her life.

He shoved his pants down to his ankles and she instantly gripped his length in her hand. Aelin never lost eye contact with him as she rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips, teasing him with sensitive and soft touches until he let out a low, primal sound that told her if she didn’t hurry, she very well may regret it. She pressed his length flat against his abdomen, licking straight up his cock until she found a spot on the underside of him that made his grip in her hair tighter, made him tug on her golden locks until she moaned. She took him in her mouth then, sucking on the sensitive head, staining him with red lipstick marks that he would be thinking about all night.

He pushed her head down with the controlling grip he had on her hair, pushing and pushing until she was gagging, until the tip of him was deep in her throat and he was thrusting into her mouth, fucking her mouth the way she wanted him to. Her hands were digging into his skin, into the hard muscle of his sides and lower back, leaving crescent moons that would later become the smallest of bruises.

When he finally let go of her head, he pulled her off the desk and shoved her bodysuit down, which she quickly freed her legs of and turned so she was bent over his desk, ass on perfect display for him. Rowan ran his hand down her back, fingers roving over scars and bone as he thrust into her quickly. The sound that came out of her throat was guttural, was primal, was full of need and want. One of his hands gripped her hair, wrapping it around his wrist then digging into the root, tugging and tugging until her back was arched against him. It was only then that he released her hair and wrapped that hand around her throat, pinning her to his body as his other hand went straight to her clit as he fucked her hard and without restraint. Aelin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything but Rowan as he completely consumed her, fucking her and squeezing her neck until her moans were breathless, airy sounds. Rowan’s fingers made quick work between her legs as he fucked her from behind, his own breathy moans filling her ears.

Just before she came he pushed her around again, shoved her up onto the desk and bent over her body, forcing her neck down against the desk as he kissed her roughly. It was the first time he kissed her, and it was sinful the way they moaned into each others mouths, sinful the way the kiss was all teeth and tongue.  She let her own hands tangle in his hair and tug as she got close, as she screamed out with her hands ripping scratches down his back. Aelin had tears, tears from how good she felt as she went over the edge, Rowan falling over soon after as he filled her, his thrusts getting sporadic and lazy as they both came down from their high.

To her slight surprise, he didn’t pull out immediately, but released the hold he had on her, resting his hands on the desk on either side of her neck. She kept her eyes closed but ran her hand up his chest, one of her hands resting against the side of his neck as he rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, even more intimate the way he kissed her, pushing in and pulling out of her slowly with one of his hands dragging down her torso. His tongue swirled around hers slowly and he finally pulled out of her, but still thrust against her, his cock sliding between her folds to nudge against her clit. Aelin moaned again then, fingers digging into his neck as she felt like she may come again, caught in the afterglow of just having come around him.

“Please,” she breathed, the only word that had been spoken for half an hour that wasn’t a curse or a name. “Please make me come.”

So he did, kissing a sloppy line down her neck, mouth sucking roughly on her throat that would leave a mark that she would later have to cover as his fingers found the knot between her legs and began rubbing small circles. Her moaning got louder, her breathing heavier as she came on his fingers again. Aelin’s thighs quivered as she finally pushed him away, unable to be touched by him anymore as she slid off his desk, immediately having to grasp his body for support. His nose nudged the side of her face and he pressed a kiss along her jaw, her cheek, then her mouth, his own stained red from her lips.

She was still for a moment, as Rowan disappeared through a door, completely naked, only to return with a damp towel which he handed her and she used to clean herself up. She avoided his eyes as she redressed, zipping herself back up as she prepared to go back out onto the floor. Fuckshitdammitfuck. She had just broken at least ten different conduct rules, and even worse - she planned on doing it again.

And as for Rowan Whitethorn? He was totally, completely, well and truly fucked.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Clover And Lace- Chapter 10

Happy Friday! Chapter warnings: Heavy making out, as close to fluff as you get from me and insinuated making out. Please thank @winterisakiller who had to listen to me whine while writing this chapter. 

   Chapter 10

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Steve whispered as he leaned closer to her. The smell of him seemed to waft around her as he moved slowly. She wondered if he was going to kiss her and it occurred to her that she wanted him to, badly. It was something she wanted more than anything in that moment.

“It’s a good way to wake up.” It felt good not to hide her accent from him. It felt good to see him first thing in the morning. It felt good to be as close to herself as she had ever been with anyone else. How much of herself could she risk exposing to him? What if she just told him everything?

It felt good to just be with Steve. She watched as a smile slowly spread over his face and part of her wished she could read his mind. Did it feel to him to be with her, to see her again?

God how he made her heart beat out of her chest. Being around him made her feel a warmth she had never known before. Was he really something she could have? Could this really be something that was honest and could last?

His lips were soft on hers. The kiss was sweet and chaste. It was also over before she knew it. He pulled back as she signed, already missing the warmth of his lips on hers.

“I brought you coffee.” Steve directed her attention to the coffee he was now holding out for her. “Or rather, Mrs. Jones spotted me trying to sneak by and insisted I bring you coffee on my way up. That woman has eyes better than Clint, I swear.”

The early morning sun seemed to light up the gold in Steve's hair. It looked so soft and she wondered what he would do if she just reached out and ran her fingers through the stands. What would he do if she kissed him rather than waiting for him to initiate it?

“She is amazingly impressive for a woman well into her 90’s.” Rosemary agreed, sitting up.

The strap of her tank top fell from her shoulder as she shifted in the bed and Steve’s eyes were drawn to it instantly. With her sitting up, the blanket was pooled in her lap and he tried desperately not to look at her chest. Yet he couldn’t help noticing where the small buds of her nipples pushed lightly against the dark green of her top. Clearly, she wasn’t wearing a bra and why would she, he had woken her from her sleep in the early morning.

Swallowing thickly, he watched as she absentmindedly pushed the strap back up her shoulder with a soft touch of her fingers. He wondered what it would feel like to be touched by her so softly, what it would feel like to touch her that softly.

Perhaps coming here wasn’t the best idea. Perhaps he shouldn’t have gone into her room to wake her. His momma would have had some words for him if she saw him now, sitting on a woman’s bed who he’d only taken out a few times. She’d be turning in her grave, he hadn’t even promised to take this woman’s hand and here he was in her bedroom.

Steve reminded himself that he was invited in. It was a different time now. He was following her lead, letting her set the pace. Really, they were going slower than a lot of his friends moved with new relationships. She was leading him. He would never do anything she didn’t want. But good god were there things he was wanting to do right then.

Rosemary accepted the coffee, seemingly ignorant of the war ragging in Steve’s mind. Part of her wondered if her hair was a mess but in truth, she knew it was. It was always a mess when she woke unless she tied it in a braid. The mix of waves and curls simply had a mind of their own. The paper cup was warm in her hands and the first sip brought a bit more clarity to her mind.

“It’s good to see you back.” She murmured over the cup, not braving taking it from her lips just yet. “I mean, I knew you were back and safe since you called and everything but… It’s better to see it with my own eyes.”

“I’m sorry that you had to worry about me. You shouldn’t-”

“But I would.” Rosemary didn’t want to hear it. “Worrying about someone is a part of… a part of caring for them, isn’t it? Regardless of what they do?”

“It’s not the same as if I worked security or in a kitchen or-”

“Do the spouses of police officers worry for their partners? Soldiers- their partners worry. Same for those who fight fires and even those who drive taxi cabs worry of a car accident or a robbery. The spouse of a chief worries over scolds, cuts and burns. People worry over those they care for. It’s a part of life. It’s a part of love.”

Rosemary was shocked by her own words and quickly busied herself drinking her coffee. Making a point to look everywhere but at Steve, she prayed he wouldn’t realize what she sort of said. The words came out naturally. He didn’t have to take it to mean that she loved him, was in love with him.

But he could. And he would be right. As much as it terrified her, he would be right. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. If only she knew that she loved him, perhaps she could pretend that everything would be okay when in the end it all fell apart.

“You’re right.” He admitted, resting a large hand on her knee. Even through the blankets she could feel the warmth of it. The weight was comforting. His touch was comforting “It is a part of love, to worry over each other. I worried about you while I was gone. It doesn’t help the guilt though.”

She couldn’t avoid his eyes any longer when he looked up at her. Reaching out, her curled his fingers under her chin. His thumb came to rest on the redness she knew was there on her lower lip. It was a bad habit, one her brother had constantly got on her for when they were young yet she couldn’t seem to help chewing on her lips.

“Was this because of me?” She couldn’t look away yet she couldn’t find her voice. Reflexively she pulled the lip between her teeth. His thumb almost followed.

“I always bite my lips when I worry.” She admitted.

“You worried about me?” Steve pressed, clearly determined to blame himself for the mark she normally had but kept covered with lipstick.

“I worry about a lot of things, Steve. My brother-” She snapped her jaws shut as soon as the word passed her lips and wondered if he heard the click of her teeth. It was too late to take the admission back.

“You said you were an only child?” Steve softly questioned and she sighed. There was no hint of anger or betrayal in finding something she hadn’t spoke the truth about. If finding a lie bothered him, it didn’t show. All she saw was acceptance of new information. It was as if he expected that she would have half truths and white lies. In truth, she guessed that would make sense as she told him she had secrets to keep. Yet him not knowing until now about her brother was reassuring, he wasn't digging into her life. He wasn't looking into her. He was just accepting her.

“I have a brother but I’ve not seen him in many years.” She admitted, skirting the truth. “He used to always badger me to stop chewing at my lips.”

“Do you talk to him often now?” It made Steve feel good that she would trust him, relax enough with him to allow a wall down. She had a brother. His little Rose wasn’t so alone in the world and that was a relief to him.

“I can’t talk about it, about him.” She closed her eyes as tears welled up in them. It was dumb to cry over this and she willed them not to fall even as one slipped down her cheek.

“I know you have secrets. I know you have fears that you won’t tell me-”

“I can’t.” She whimpered.

“In time you can. Rose, look at me?” Her watery green eyes opened and Steve’s breath caught for a moment. “I’m here. I’ll always come back until you decide you don’t want me anymore. No matter what you’re involved in- I will protect you if you need me, no questions asked. I can’t keep you from being arrested if what you are doing is illegal but if someone ever comes after you with the intention of harming you, I will stand in their way.”

“Steve.” Whimpering, she almost couldn’t say his name. He was willing to do so much for her, so much more than he had to. There was no reason for him to offer her protection from the demons he didn’t even know of. There was no reason for him to stand by her side but here he was offering to do just that if she would let him.

“Today you let more walls come down. I learned more about you. That’s enough for me, for now. I love you, Rose. The rest will come in time if it’s meant to be. We just have to give it a chance. Don’t cry over what you won’t tell me right now.”

Rosemary nodded and sniffled. It was an ugly sound in her own ears but Steve looked at her with all the warmth of the sun. Thinking back to what Mrs. Jones had said, she tried to weigh her options but she couldn’t think beyond Steve’s voice echoing in her head, telling her that he loved her.

“I love you too, Steve.” She admitted softly as she closed her eyes. It was easier to talk if she didn’t have to look at him. She could feel the bed shift with every move Steve made. “I don’t know how to love you, how to balance who I am with who you are. I don’t know if we can ever be together, really. But I love you. I’ve never known love before and it scares the bloody hell out of me.”

“I’m scared too,” It surprised her to hear Steve admit that. “and I know you don’t have a lot of experience with this, with love- maybe none-”

“Definitely none. I’ve had a few dates but nothing…” Nothing that mattered was what she wanted to say.

“We can figure it out together. I want to figure it out with you.”

Rosemary felt him wipe away the tear from her cheek. She couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Reaching up, she wrapped her hand around his wrist. She wasn’t ready to give up the warmth of his hand. With her eyes still closed, she made the choice she knew in her gut was the wrong choice. Julian would be angry. Mrs. Jones- whoever she really was- would be proud. In the end she could still end up with a broken heart. In the end she prayed that the risk would be worth it.

“Okay. I can’t- I’m not ready to tell you everything. In time maybe? But I’ll try. I want to try.”

“That’s all I ask, Rose.”

Again the bed shifted as he leaned forward. The kiss was again soft and sweet. Yet as he pulled away, she wanted more. Leaning into him, she followed him as he pulled back bit. Her hand slipped around and up his arm only to wrap around his neck as she pulled him back to her. Resting her other hand on his firm chest, she kissed him hard. His hands went to rest on her waist, seemingly carefully to avoid touching the little strip of exposed skin where the hem of her shirt rode up as he returned the kiss before pulling her away for just a moment.

“Rose? I should...” His eyes raked over her, taking in her flushed cheeks and darkened lips and the way her tank top clung to her curves. “I should go into the living room so you can get up...” But dear god did he not want to do that. He would give anything to not have to take his eyes off the sight in front of him ever again.

“Stay.” It was a whisper that fell from her lips that pulled a shudder down his spine. “Please?”

“I don’t want to take advantage-”

“You’re not.” Shifting, Rosemary got up on her knees, hand still braced against his chest. It put her level with Steve and the blankets pooled around her, exposing more of her long legs.

His eyes went down her frame, taking in where the hem of her top gathered around the smallest part of her waist before moving down. She wore short shorts that really didn’t cover more than some of of the more modest pairs of panties but were comfortable for sleeping in. His eyes took in the length of her exposed legs.

“I don’t want you to think you have to- that we have just because I’m here.” It occurred to her that perhaps Steve was assuming that she was a virgin. It was a reasonable assumption enough, she did say she hadn’t had experience with dating.

“I’m not. I want this. I want to kiss you, to be kissed by you and whatever we do or don’t do- I’m not worried. I just want to be with you, to be normal and whatever happens happens.”

When she kissed him again, he responded differently. There was a taste of fire within him that she had gotten a spark of when their kisses got heated before. This was much more than just a spark. A large hand slipped around her waist and pulled her toward him. She came willingly enough and settled in his lap.

As they kissed she ran her hands along his shoulders and down his chest only to wrap them around his neck again. She craved the feeling of his strong muscles working and moving under her touch as much as she craved the feeling of his lips on hers.

While she was no virgin, she’d never been kissed like this. Never had anyone touched her like this and lit a fire within her. She had never experienced such a deep longing for another person. It felt like the fire within her would consume her whole if she didn’t find a way to quench it and in all honesty, she wasn’t sure if she would have any complaints about that.

His hand was rough as it slipped under the hem of her shirt and she sighed into the kiss. His lips left hers but she didn’t complain when he kissed his way along her jaw. His breath was hot in her ear with every breath he took. The way his hands gripped and rubbed at the skin of her sides and up her back was making it hard to think, to breath. Slowly, his lips made their way down her neck as one of her own hands slipped down his chest to feel the firm planes of his abs.

“If you ever want me to stop, tell me.” Steve murmured into her shoulder. “No matter how far we get, what we are doing- if you change your mind or want me to stop, if you don’t like it just say the word and I’ll stop.”

She could hardly think straight. All she wanted was more. It was clear to her that he wanted more just as badly as she did. From where she sat in his lap, she could feel the stiffness in his pants. She leaned against him and dropped her head to nibbled at his neck. A deep breath left him in a rush before he gathered himself again.

“I need to know that you’ll tell me if you want me to slow down or stop.”

She looked up at him and the concern in his eyes made her realize he was serious. Even now, clearly aroused and wanting her he still worried about overstepping. Even with how she clearly showed that she wanted him now, he worried about hurting her.

“I will.”

That was all Steve needed to hear. His lips were back on hers and the heat, the hint of fire within him was now a raging inferno. With every breath he took, he gave into her. It had been his intention to take his time with her, to not rush to the physical aspects of a relationship. Yet, knowing how wrong things could have gone on that mission, how close he had come to at the very least being painfully and seriously injured or worse…

He didn’t have time to spare. He was a century old. Already he had lived so much longer than he expected to as a child, than he had any right to. There was a time when he put his life on the line, crashed a pane fully expecting to die in the process because he thought it was what he had to do. In truth, if the same situation would happen again, if he was ever faced with the same choice he would do it again. That was who he was.

The life he lived was a dangerous one. How much longer did he have? What if he took things too slow and never got the chance again. Once before he took things slow and when he woke up 70 years later his chance had come and gone without him. He had his chance now and so long as she was willing, as long as she wanted it he would take it.

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[clownsgobeepbeep]

Bunny Love

@grotesquegabby

This isn't as cute or as long as I planned it to be, but I still hope you enjoy it X3 I will of course still be writing for the other couples, so I may present possibly you with better content uwu 

 Fortunate for Belinda, Valentine's Day landed on a Thursday, meaning that she got the chance to spend some time with her students who she had not seen in quite a while. On the other hand, it was a bit unfortunate because she wouldn't have much time to her Hunny Bunny nor little bunnies. Well, at least the day was finally coming to an end.

She smiled as she sat behind her desk, her eyes watching the children giggle and laugh amongst each other as they shared candies here and there, ran from one desk to another to give out a valentine card or tiny gift, so many little things going on at once. Belinda had already gotten a few gifts herself, some from the children, some from co-workers who were either just friendly or decided to ignore the fact that she was married.

Anyways, Belinda continued the students as her head lay on her palm, the other hand fiddling with one of her pink pens that she unconsciously scribbled little hearts on her notepad with. She wondered how the twins were doing, since they were both at school with her but not in her class unfortunately. Hopefully(and most likely) they were having lots of fun and gathered lots of Valentine's gifts, but also birthday gifts because of their birthday being the previous day.

Her thoughts then went to Pepper and Benji. Sometimes, she honestly did worry a bit about Pepper because he was obviously still nervous about being a "new" father and all, but she knew he was doing great. So, he must have been doing just fine at home with the baby since Pepper was taking the day off from his shop.

Belinda gave a small sigh before adjusting her glasses, but soon, there was a knock at the classroom's door which somehow caught the attention of all the excited children.

The door soon opened and there was a single leg in sight for it had pushed opened the door, and the leg was then accompanied by another leg. Belinda's eyes then trailed up to see another pair of legs, but smaller ones that wore little shoes and little pajamas adorned with hearts. With some more examining, Belinda noticed that there were two heads, each with two green eyes and red locks.

"Ciao, mia bella regina!~" exclaimed an excited voice followed by the sound of a rattle toy which made Belinda grin. "Worry not! For your Hunny Bunny has arrived to comfort you!"

"Oh, Roger!"Belinda squealed, quickly walking once more through the children who curiously watched the couple. Belinda stood in front of her husband who she gleefully kissed, but they were interrupted when the sound of a rattle was heard again, but it was clearly a little angry.

"Don't think that I forgot about you my little bunny.~"Belinda cooed before leaning down to Pepper's chest, where their baby was being carried in a baby carrier. Benjamin shook his rattle again before patting his mother's cheek and sucking on his pacifier, then shutting his eyes as he felt her kiss his cheek. That was honestly enough to satisfy the little baby who watched as his mother once more kissed his father, nearly making the man melt right on the spot.

"Eeeew!"

"Cooties!"

"Kissing is gross!"

Belinda and Pepper broke from their kiss before turning to look at the children behind the teacher, nearly all of them watching in childish disgust which made them both blush. But either way, Pepper shook his head before revealing the stack of boxes he had somehow carried and hidden behind his back.

"Well, if you really think this lovey dovey stuff is gross, I guess you won't mind if me and Benji eat all of the cupcakes I made for you guys!"

Soon, all of the children gasped and in an instant rushed towards the couple, Benjamin staring down at them all as some actually tried interacting with him. The baby initially hesitated, but he then allowed himself to be the center of attention besides the cute cupcakes his parents carefully passed out to the students, all the students but one.

Once Pepper had discarded of one of the now empty boxes, he left the other to sit as he now sat on the edge of Belinda's desk with only her, and Benjamin, in front of him. They held hands as Benjamin stared up at the two of them, Belinda pressing a soft kiss onto Pepper's nose which made him giggle.

"Lovecup, I got you some other gifts.~"

"Oh Hunny Bunny, you didn't have to."

"Yes I did.~"Pepper grinned, looking a bit goofy as he reached behind himself to grab another one of the pink boxes he had brought along with him. "First, a teddy bear with eyes as beautiful as yours!"

"Aww!"

"Well, not as beautiful! Your eyes are too beautiful!" Pepper laughed as he presented Belinda with the plush bear, then handing her another box. "And as you know, I never forget your most favorite dessert and make it will all the love and care in the world!" Then, there was the sound of an angry rattle again which made Pepper giggle again.

"Ben here helped me out! He poured all the strawberry drizzle!"Pepper grinned as he opened the pink box, showing Belinda an angel cake with whipped cream and the aforementioned strawberry drizzle. "The ice cream is back at home!"

"Oh Roger, you're the best hubby I could ever ask for!"Belinda swooned as she accepted the cake, once more peppering her husband's face with kisses which left a few lipstick marks. Pepper, in return, only giggled to himself like an idiot as Benjamin shook his rattle, demanding kisses himself, which he of course got before Pepper snapped out of his lovesick daze.

"And one more gift! Well, one more little gift!"Pepper announced, and he reached out for another box which had a distinct scent coming from it which made Belinda raise an eyebrow. She carefully took it and placed her fingers on the lid that had holes along with the rest of the box, but Pepper stopped her.

"Just be careful with this one, okay? It hops."

Belinda glanced back at the box and cautiously opened it, her eyes meeting little, dark colored hearts inside of another pair of eyes, and then she heard a croak.

"I got you this little guy because of his eyes! I learned from a book Jeff checked out from the library that some frogs have heart shaped eyes! And so, it reminded me of yours eyes! So I looked everywhere for a frog with heart shaped eyes because of the heart eyes and frogs now kinda...remind me...of...um...."

Pepper then stopped himself, scratching the back of his head as he realized what he was saying.

"You know, I think I can take the frog back. Maybe give it to Jelly or Lennie, they could-"

He was then interrupted by the sound of the frog's croaking which even made Benjamin turn to it in surprise, but Belinda gave a little giggle.

"Sweetie, I love it so much."she smiled, peering down at the frog that gave another croak. "I think I'll name him Prince."

"You do?"Pepper asked, then receiving another kiss from Belinda who nodded and sat next to him on her desk.

"Of course. It's so cute, and the heart eyes thing is also so cute. I'm glad it reminded you of me." she reassured him, and so Pepper gave a smile before leaning his head against her shoulder.

"Well good!"he then exclaimed, right before bringing his hand up to pet Benjamin's hair which m made him shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling. "Anyways, are you ready for tonight Lovecup?~"

"Hmm, I sure am."Belinda sighed, placing her new frog to the side as it remained still in its box. "And what do you have planned Hunny?~" "Some very fun stuff I think you'll enjoy!"Pepper grinned as he lifted himself up to sit straight, then covering Benjamin's ears as he leaned in to whisper to Belinda. "And if we're lucky and Ben here sleeps early tonight...and the twins do stay at my grandparents' house..."

Belinda giggled as Pepper leaned even closer, making sure the students still in the class didn't hear as he gave a smirk, and Belinda blushed as she felt his hot breath against her skin.

"...we should play some rabbit games.~"

[shannonfreakingleto]

Dangerous Night: Part 5

Heidi and Shannon socialise with a few of their friends at the after party, smiling as Heidi’s plan was working she sits on Shannon’s lap. Playing with his hair she looked down at him as his world started to blur, kissing his forehead she slowly got up.

“Boo let’s go, I’m tired” she smiled sweetly

Helping Shannon to stand Heidi held onto him tightly, waving bye to their friends quickly Shannon and Heidi fumble out to collect their car. Helping Shannon into the passenger seat Heidi quickly puts her foot down speeding out of the parking lot, holding onto the steering wheel tightly Heidi glances at Shannon as his head rolls around. Speeding to her place she was going to have one last night with Shannon if he liked it or not.

Struggling into the house and up the stairs Heidi shoves Shannon down onto the bed, moaning in approval his movements were slow and clumsy. Tearing his shirt over his head Heidi wastes no time in covering his chest with feather light kisses, marking her favourite places she bites down hard on his neck as she can see the marks Mila has left behind. Unbuttoning his trousers Heidi takes hold on Shannon’s girth, stroking his length slowly Heidi smiles as she gets a moan from the drummer. Licking across his head she sucks on it gently, sliding her mouth over his erection she begins to work him in her mouth. Moaning around him Heidi looks up to take in Shannon’s appearance, enjoying having her mouth and hands on him Heidi gets a thrill of being in control with him for a change.

Shannon runs his hands over Heidi’s hair, trying to pull her off  but his movements are slow and weak. Shannon’s confusion only makes Heidi move faster, closing his eyes Shannon curses as his body betrays him.

Moving his hips slowly he gasps, his mind wandering to Mila, hallucinating he smiles down at the brunette and encourages her to move faster.  “Baby do it like last time,” Shannon groans. Heidi tries her best to take him all into her mouth but gags. “Come on Mila. Do it. Please,” he begs.

Heidi fumes at the name mishap but continues her movements wondering what she could do differently to please him. She used her hand to stroke his sack and Shannon squirms under her touch. “Mila please do it like before. Baby it was so fucking good.”

“I’m not fucking Mila,” Heidi mumbles ripping her own panties off and straddling Shannon. She lines him with her entrance and Shannon focuses his eyes on Heidi, confusion setting in.

“Heidi?” Shannon slurs trying to sit up and push her off. “Where’s Mila?  Get the fuck off me,” he says. “Where’s my phone? She’s...where am I?”he asks just before passing out. Heidi tries to finish what she started but Shannon’s gone soft and showing no sign of waking.  

In the morning Shannon rushes out of Heidi’s, his head pounding. He can’t get home quick enough. “Mila!!!” He calls out for her and finds her standing in the hall, her keys and handbag in her hand. “Mila!”

“I fell asleep waiting,” she tells him softly, staring at the ground. “I can’t believe I waited all night for you. I feel like such a fool. I just kept telling myself five more minutes.  He'll be here in five minutes but you never showed. Guess I really was the mistress.”

Shannon eases towards Mila and is surprised when she allows him to take her hand in his. “I can’t quite explain. Everything is fucked in my head. I remember texting you. I remember wanting you and seeing you and her. I was so fucking confused. My body wasn’t mine. When I woke up this morning I couldn’t get to you fast enough.”

“I wanted to trust you. I let you in and then you left me here alone while you were out with her. What am I supposed to do? My head is telling me to run away from you,” Mila calmly tells him.

The pounding in Shannon's head gets to be too much and he closes his eyes wishing the pain away, pressing his finger to his temple begging for any relief. Mila takes pity on him and helps him into his bathroom and sets him on the chair in the room. “Stay put,” she orders him. Mila rummages through the medicine cabinet and hands him something to help with his headache. She turns on the shower and turns to face him, unsure what to say. “How much did you drink?” She blurts with anger in her voice.

“Nothing. I drank water,” he tells her leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

“Pills? Coke? Anything else?” Mila asks coldly.

“No! I don’t do that shit,” Shannon defends himself.

Mila shakes her head and sighs pushing off the wall and kneeling in front of him. “What do you remember?”

“We were at the premier. She suggested giving me a blow job and I refused. She got pissed and started talking about feelings and you and then I was sleepy. Like so sleepy that I couldn't even hold my arms up. I remember you and her and I was frustrated because you were giving me a blow job but it was different and you wouldn’t do it right but it wasn’t even really you. It was her...” Shannon explains, trailing off at the end and reaching up wipe a tear from Mila’s cheek. “I understand if you never want to see me again.”

“Why don’t you take a shower. We can talk later,” Mila tells him quietly standing to leave him alone in the room.

“Mila I didn’t mean for last night to happen the way it did. I am so sorry. Please don’t go. I’m getting out of the contract. I told her last night I couldn’t do it. “

“Just shower Shannon” Mila tells him coldly, leaving Shannon in the bathroom her head spins.

Putting away his things she doesn’t know how to feel, hearing Shannon getting into the shower she contemplates leaving. Lying on his bed she decided it was better to wait and talk with him, hugging his pillow Mila cry’s into it quietly as she had her heart broken from the one person she thought cared for her.

Letting the water run over his head Shannon kept getting flashbacks of last night, sighing as the pain in his head eased a little Shannon leaned against the cold shower wall. Allowing the warm water to wash away his night Shannon finally pushed himself off of the wall, washing himself down he took his time as his movements were still slow and laboured.

Climbing out of bed Mila pushes the door to the bathroom open as she can hear Shannon dropping everything and cursing. She steps into the room and quickly undresses closing the shower door behind her. Shannon jumps when her hand touches his hip and Mila takes in a shaky breath, her heart dropping in her chest. She hated to see Shannon so vulnerable. She takes the loofa from his hand and adds shower gel, without saying a word she begins to wash away Heidi’s lipstick. She focuses her eyes on his chest and the suds as all signs of Heidi are washed away. Shannon and Mila stand in silence, Shannon’s head still hurts and he isn’t sure what to say. Lifting his free hand he carefully places it on Mila’s cheek, brushing his thumb across her cheek she closes her eyes. Kissing her forehead Shannon wraps his arms around her and pulls her to his body, holding her close he kissed her head not wanting to let her go.

After the second kiss, MIla lets out a sigh and wraps her arms around him in return. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispers against his skin. Squeezing his arms around her Shannon holds her tightly to his body, feeling his heart sinking he closes his eyes.

“Mila please...I want you. I’m serious about us...about our relationship we’re building. Heidi is out, the contract I have with her is finished. I don’t have to see or talk to her again...Mila...I...Please” Shannon begs.

“You fucked me and left,” Mila reminds him again.

“That shouldn’t have happened. We should have waited. I should have been a stronger man for you,” Shannon tells her, dragging his hand up her back so that she is completely engulfed by him.

Mila kisses his shoulder and pulls away, reaching over him to fill her palm with shampoo. Shannon closes his eyes as she works the suds into his hair gently. “Shannon,” Mila says softly, trying to find the best words to articulate what she wants to tell him.

“Hmmm,” he hums, still holding her in place while she takes care of his needs.

“Take me to bed,” she whispers against the shell of his ear, rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair.  Shannon swallows hard  and attempts to object but Mila presses her finger to his lips and smiles. “Make it up to me now” she says.

Shannon turns the water off and pushes the shower door open, lifting Mila up into his arms with ease. Kissing down her jaw Shannon takes his time kissing her as he walks them to the bathroom sink. Carefully sitting Mila down on the counter he grabs a towel  and begins to gently dry her body off, kissing everywhere the towel touches. Mila watches him, holding his head in her hands. He tosses the towel onto the ground foregoing drying himself off and pulls Mila from the counter. She wraps her limb’s around him, lazily kissing him as he walks them into the bedroom.

Shannon holds Mila close, lying them both on the bed, his mouth never leaving hers. The pair lie wrapped in each others arms kissing each other as if their lives depended on the other’s kiss to survive, while their hands explore the others body. Shannon breaks for a needed breath of air, the only sound in the room being the gasp they both suck into their lungs followed by the soft moan Mila makes as Shannon inches his way down her body, kissing and sucking on every single square inch of her silky smooth skin. Shannon’s stubble tickles the sensitive skin of her thigh, her back arches and she giggles as he gently kisses her clit whilst pushing her legs open.   Shannon hums against Mila as he sucks on her nub, she squeals fisting his hair as he sets a mind numbing pace. Sliding his fingers into Mila they instantly reach her g spot, gasping Mila’s body arches again as Shannon runs his index up and down the length of her slick center amazed by how quickly she responds to him, soaking the sheets below her.

“Mmmm, Shan please,” she pleads as he pushes her knees up into the air opening her up beautifully for his dining pleasure. “Shannon I’m…” she starts to yell out but Shannon curls his fingers inside tickling her g spot and her head falls back on the pillow, her body shaking beneath him as she quickly finds her second release.

“Fuck. Fuck. Ohhh fuck Shannon,” her desperate cries for mercy make Shannon’s dick pulsate where it stands. “Please,” she begs clawing at his shoulders and arms, using every ounce of strength to pull herself off the bed and pull him in for a kiss. Shannon keeps two fingers buried inside Mila between breaths he kisses her deeply, smiling he moves his fingers slowly teasing her.

Slowly pulling away Shannon pushes up at Mila’s g spot again, slowly sliding his fingers out Shannon sucks his fingers as he looks down at Mila’s body. Moaning he smiles as Mila tries to catch her breath, allowing her to calm a little Shannon smiles.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Shannon tells her, both his hands now spread out beginning at her hips.

He slowly moves up the entirety of her body. Mila’s flushed cheeks turn a brighter shade of red and she turns her head to the side, her forefinger in her mouth biting down to keep from screaming as Shannon runs the head of his cock up and down once, twice and a third time painting her pussy with her own desire. Mila’s hips pushing down on Shannon, groaning Shannon takes his time. Pressing against Mila’s clit, Mila let’s out a groan as he slides between her folds dangerously slow.

“Shannon please…” Mila starts to beg, bringing her hand to rub at her clit. Shannon covers her body like a blanket, kissing her with reserve and holding her hand in place. “Fuck me, please,” she howls, wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her feet into his ass.

Shannon pushes his hips forward, finally giving into her need, filling her completely. Mila’s hips buck up, meeting his thrust. Although this is only their second go round, the sound that she makes tells him that he’s found her favorite spot. He digs his fingers into her sides and pulls her towards the edge of the bed, holding her up. Mila grabs at the sheets but Shannon whispers in her ear.

“I’ve got you baby, just cum all over my cock.”

Mila bites at her bottom lip and wraps her arms tightly around Shannon’s neck, arching her back off of the bed she lets herself come undone for the third time. Pulling herself off the bed and into his arms. Shannon stumbles backward but catches himself before falling. “I want to be in charge,” she tells him, tightening her muscles around his cock and using her arms to lift herself from him, sliding slowly back down his shaft. Shannon tightens his grip on her hips, his muscular arms holding her up as she takes control.

“On the bed, fuck me on the bed,” she demands.

Shannon shakes his head mumbling for her to make up her mind as her lips crash down onto his, their tongues tangled instantly in a deep kiss. Their bodies crash onto the bed and Mila pushes his shoulder over, forcing him onto his back. She pounces on him like a lioness, guiding him easily inside, impaling herself on him.

“Holy fuck! Mila, calm down!” he hisses, gripping her hips and holding her in place. Mila bites her lip and lets out a sinister laugh. “Or ride it baby,” Shannon snickers, removing his hands from her hips and placing them behind his head.

Mila brings both her hands down so hard on Shannon’s chest that his back comes up off the mattress, his arms engulfing her tiny body as they begin to move in sync. Mila leans her head back enjoying the closeness between them as Shannon’s lips flutter across her neck.

“This is what I wanted,” she sighs, grabbing his face in her hands and pulling him from her neck, desperate to kiss him again.

Rocking her hips in his lap Shannon’s eyes close as he gives in to the pleasure. Mila grabs Shannon’s hands from her hips to her breasts, which he immediately starts to squeeze, taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Moaning as he plays with her erect nipple between his teeth, his other hand fanned out across Mila’s back as she alternates between rocking and bouncing in his lap, her nub rubbing beautifully on his cock from this position.

“Shannon, I’m cumming again,” she rushes out as she pulls at his roots, when another orgasm takes over her body.

Shannon sits back on his elbows, watching Mila ride out her orgasm, smiling at the way her fingertips slide cross her own skin, adding to her arousal. When her eyes reopen he grabs her hips holding her in place, thrusting his full length into her, Mila screams Shannon’s name in pleasure, clawing at his neck.

“You’re not fucking done,” he tells her, lazily rolling his thumb on Mila’s nub, as her body begins to tremble. He thrusts up filling her completely again.

“Fuck, Shannon I can’t,” she screams, when she feels his thumb flick across her nub once more. Mila grabs his hand removing it from her clit and buries her head in his chest. “Please, I need you to cum. I can’t go anymore,” she pants, her entire body shaking above him. “Please baby, cum for me,” she whispers against his skin. “I need you to come for me...I want to feel you fill me completely...I want to feel it dripping out when you pull out. Then you’ll see how truly satisfied I am” Mila whispers seductively in Shannon’s ear as she licks it.

Mila’s last sentence is the key to Shannons release. The moment her tongue touches his ear his entire body stiffens and his release comes hard and fast inside of her, her name said through gritted teeth.

“You will never top that” she giggles, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

“I thought you were done,” Shannon breathes against her lips when she releases him.

“I don’t think I can ever have enough of your kisses,” she tells him, wiping a drop of sweat from his chest.

Shannon holds onto Mila his body going weak after his powerful orgasm. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm his erratic heartbeat as he pulls her down to lay next to him.  

“Does this mean that you forgive me last night?” He asks as her head rests on his chest. Chewing on her lip Mila keeps quiet, kissing his chest she didn’t know what to say. Pulling back she kisses his bottom lip gently, sighing she frowns as she looks into his hazel eyes.

“I can tell you that if I see her I might hurt her from what she did,” she tells him honestly.  

Shannon pulls her tighter and strums his fingers across her shoulder and yawns. “Feisty,” he teases her.

“You haven’t seen anything yet babe” Mila smirked, lying in each another’s embrace for what felt like hours Shannon stole kisses from Mila every so often.

Sighing as she stretched her achy limbs she slowly started to get up, growling Shannon pulled her back and pinned her to the bed, pinning her hands above her head and kissing her repeatedly.

“And where do you think your going? You can’t talk dirty to me then let me see the aftermath of your words” smiling Shannon kisses Mila again as he pushed her aching legs open, Mila protests and tried closing her legs. Growling Shannon smacks her side playfully and pushes them open pinning her down in process.

“Shannon...no more babe” Mila tries to push him away, poking her bottom lip out when he tightens his grip on her hands. “Do you only want me for sex?”

Shannon winks and kisses her again, pulling away he walked over to his drawers. Pulling a pair of boxers on he grabbed a clean shirt and pulled the shirt over Mila’s head before falling back into bed next to her. He adjusts the pillows and makes himself comfortable climbing under the duvet with his arms open waiting for Mila to crawl in beside him. Mila hesitates for a moment before plopping down next to him, molding her body to his side. Shannon and Mila take a simultaneous deep breath and hold on each other just a little tighter. She smiles and kisses his chest, looking at him through her lashes.

“That’s why I let you tease me relentlessly for months before even making a single move,” She whispers, rolling his eyes and digging his fingers into her side until she laughs. Mila squirms and laughs loudly, trying to escape Shannon’s fingertips but every move she makes he mimics, torturing her delicate skin on her sides.

“Take it back and I’ll stop,” he warns her.

“Fine, Fine. Okay.  I take it back. I’m sorry,” Mila proclaims loudly, taking his face in her hands and looking deep into his eyes. She calmed her laughter when his fingers stopped and she kissed him gently. “I did love every second of it though.”

Smiling Shannon hesitantly stops his torture on her sides, smiling he kisses her cheek leaving a raspberry behind. Laughing loudly Mila held onto Shannon tightly, smirking Shannon wrapped his arm around Mila again. Playing with her hair absentmindedly Shannon was deep in thought, kissing Mila’s head Shannon sighed scared to bring up the subject.

“Babe? Are you um…” sighing Shannon closed his mouth dropping the subject, raising her brow Mila turned to look up at him

“Cat got your tongue babe? Spill it already” Mila laughed  Propping her head up to look at him.

“I didn’t wear a condom. I didn’t pull out before I, ummm...we didn’t do anything to protect us against...uhhhh…. accidents,” he rambles nervously.

“Oh baby that was my plan,” Mila says straight faced. “ get knocked up by Shannon Leto.” Narrowing her eyes and staring into his eyes for a reaction works for a moment but a smile rapidly spreads across her lips. Looking down at Mila the blood drains from Shannon’s face, seeing her face light up with her smile Shannon Lets out a breath, pinching Mila’s side he tickles her with no mercy.

“Oh now your getting it! You think your funny huh?” Shannon laughs as his fingers torture Mila’s sides again.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.  Please...please stop tickling me,” Mila squeals. “I was just playing.”

“We’re good?” He asks with a nervous smile.

Nodding Mila relaxes back into his arm again pulling the duvet a little higher. Closing her eyes briefly she yawned her body relaxing back into Shannon. Hooking her leg over Shannon’s Mila wraps her arm around him as she makes herself comfortable, resting her head on his chest her mind suddenly goes into overdrive as she thinks of Heidi. Feeling Shannon’s fingers trailing down her arm Mila’s body starts to lighten, playing with her hair Shannon kisses Mila’s head as he fights to keep his eyes open. Holding onto Shannon’s waist Mila’s eyes start to drift close, enjoying Shannon’s touch Mila soon falls asleep in Shannon’s arms. Watching Mila as she slept Shannon kissed her lips again softly, closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep holding her close.

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[hairystyless]

The public (smut, NSFW)

Note: literally smut and obvs cursing.

You and Harry wanted to go out for lunch but during the drive you were both so horny and some paparazzi saw. They started to question what was really going on. I’m not proud of this one but yeh :))

“Im starving pet,” harry has his arms wide open for me to cuddle. I love fancy Harry, when he’s on stage with expensive clothes but casual Harry is the best too. Just comfortable dark clothes, to keep himself warm. Not everyone gets to see this version of Harry only some occasions. Harry holds me while I put my head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

“Do you want to get lunch or make lunch,” I ask.

“Let’s go out babe I forgot what the outside looks like,” he hops of the bed and enters our closet. He takes a pair of sneakers and slides his foot in them. I giggle watching him keen to go out side since the tour. Harry has been so tired but he’s had fun he says. I already changed the next thing to do was grab Harry’s keys and enter in the car.

We don’t really fight on where to get food anymore since we have our favourite cheap cafe we’ve been hanging out since we met.

“You look great today honey,” I looked at his outfit from his shoes to his hair. He smiles hiding his eyes with his sunglasses.

“Don’t I look good everyday honey,” He giggles to himself.

“Yeh you’re hot as fuck,” I placed my hand on his thigh squeezing it.

“You’re going to be the death of me and I still won’t stop you.” He gives up a second off the road to look at me.

“Harry can we stop for a second,” I took my seatbelt off and leaned in closer. I lightly touched his hard on his pants then sneaking my hands under his shirt.

“You’re so hungry,” he stops the car and unbuckled his belt. I lowered my head whilst he grabs his huge hard cock for me. I took my time to tease him, he despises my teasing. He doesn’t hate it because their is someone in him that admires it. I lick his balls to his head.

“Y/n the teasin,” he warns. I swirl my tongue around him before I take him in me. I tightened my tongue around him whilst I go up and down on his dick. He was a moaning wreck, holding my hair in his hands helping me continue. Suddenly his dick twitches in my mouth.

“Y/n stop don’t want t’come just yet,” I wipe my wet mouth with my hands. Looking at his shiny glossy dick still hard.

“Why?” I suck my fingers that had left over cum.

“I like saving the delicious meals the last and plus the public,” he looks out the window and a suspicious man I think was taking pictures. Harry and I would fuck pretty much every minute when we finally come home from our businesses. He has to go to tour for a few months and when I find a new role for a movie my agents want me in I leave home.

Harry places his hands on my cheeks and presses his lips on mine while our tongues brush each other. His hands slither down my chest grabbing my breasts, to continue between my legs. He puts his hands in my pants circling his middle finger over my panties. I feel my panties dampen, my heart started to beat faster. I tilt my head back letting go of his lips.

“Harry oh keep going,” and that’s when he pulled his fingers to rudely suck them off right infront of my face.

“Sorry pet, you’re gonna be the dessert after lunch,” He smirks. Proud of himself.

“Fuck you styles,” I buckle my belt I pulled my finger. He looked for a second then snickered.

“Fuck you styles? You mean fuck me styles? You’re gonna be beggin for this soon,” He corrected pointing at his dick.

He made a turn and we arrived at the place. Before we even entered the café paparazzi started to crowd us already. “What was going on in that car y/n,” the cameras were all up on my face. Harry answers. “None of your business.” The people kept continuing to annoy and frustrate us what was happening in the car which was pretty obvious. Tomorrow or tonight those photos are going to be released and me and harry were beyond used to it. The amount of photos went viral when a photo of Harry grabbing my tits while making out in the after parties of an award show. It was shit quality but even a dumb man can describe what was going on that night. Fans were furious, even when I started to see him some didn’t like me, they started to slut shame but not everyone. Harry opens the door holding my arm tight hoping the paparazzi doesn’t grab me away from him like last time.

The waiters shooed the paparazzi away with a police threat.

Harry places his hands both on each side of my waist.

“Sorry for what happened my love,” he apologised whispering to me. I dated boys from Hollywood but not boys with a huge fan base and paparazzi following them everywhere. I give him a smile full of sympathy.

“Sorry about that, so what does my favourite favourite good looking couple want today?” He grabs the towel from his shoulder and starts to wipe the cups.

“Usual thank you,” Harry says. Before we sit he gropes my ass in secrecy.

I gasp from his actions.

“I’m sorry about them, they’re forever going to be mean,” he looks down waiting for his food. He didn’t want to show his feelings. I grab his hand which was across from mine.

“I know and they’re never gonna change but as long as I got you everything is fine for me,” I kiss his soft hands and let go. Smug appears on his lips and a tint of red falls on his cheeks. We were interrupted by the waitress handing us our lunch. He starts to dig in the food.

“I wish we stayed home love, that wouldn’t have happened. We would’ve made food at home and fucked anywhere we liked with no one peeking,” He bit his lips thinking about sex.

“Waiter we’re not leaving yet so save this table for us,” He nods placing a sign. Harry grabs my hands helping me up leading me to the disabled bathroom real quick.

“This time those pesky paps wont see,” his fingers take off my grey leggings off. He shoves two fingers in with no warning. Licks my wet pussy. He replaces his fingers with his tongue. Both hands lift me up. I look down and see the greatest man that’s so successful and the handsomest go down on me. Thinking about it made more weak. Feeling his tongue go in circles on my clit then casually sliding in me. He takes his mouth of me and a string of saliva stretches from his tongue. He stands up and kisses me while I hear him unbuckling his belt around his waist as fast as he can, then taking his jacket off throwing it on the sink.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here but you better shut up or I’ll stop and you hate that,” he takes his hard out, lifts me up with both hands and goes in me. He starts off slow, pushing me against the wall with his hand on my mouth to shut me up. I kiss his neck at the start then moves on to his lips. I forgot that I had lipstick on and it left marks on his neck. I know he messed up my makeup and I messed up his hair he took care off this morning but it was all worth it. After he starts to thrust in faster. Feeling the pleasure going up my spine into my brain and it made moan loud his hand vibrates against my lips.

“Quiet baby,” he whispers in my ear, feeling his hot breath against my ear.

“Harry I can’t t-take it anym-.”

“No were going t’come together honey,” he starts to thrust slower, getting tired. The wall felt warmer from all the fucking against it. He presses his lips against my chest as he starts to slow down.

“Come now baby girl.”

“Oh fuck harry,” we let go of our juices together. We both looked down as he pulled out. His cock was shiny, covered in my wetness.

“We can have a round 2 when we get home babe, now let’s leave.” He takes my hand before waiting for my reply. We take our clothes and put them on right away. I forgot to mention the lipstick and forgot to fix our looks so the media doesn’t have any questions as we opened the glass doors.

Moments later our eyes were flashed and Harry held me tighter so I would let go. He made sure I got in the car because he did.

“Y/N, Y/N tell us about-,”

“Harry why do you have lipsti-,” we both ignored the questions and drove of home running out of breath.