#but I want a kiss on the muggins and he’s the only one that knows what that means

[doehoney]

Oh no this is a miss my ex hangover

[tiyanasfantasy]

He’s Mine ❦.

wussupp 😼!

i’m bored and i was watching this tiktok and it had this sound and i wanted to write something for it soo, yea

im still getting used to writing again so don’t expect nothing too good, ALSO TY FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST POST 🥹!

i jus wan 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽..

EREN x Blackfem!Reader ❦.

Warnings: Language, not proofread,Yall a lil toxic,

enjoy ❦.

you and connie broke up everyday, this was nothing new.

y’all had got into an argument today because some girl had responded to his story on instagram saying “#NeedThat” and this boy thought it was funny and started entertaining it, even tho he was mostly trolling and you and him both know he’d never cheat it still made you mad cause… wtfk??

“bro yn you overreacting, you know ion want that btc, you actin like i was asking her on a date or sum shii, ian even say nothing that indicated i wanted her.” he said while he was waving the phone around in your face trying to show you he had blocked her.

“ion gaf bout you blocking her, why tfk you texting her back and entertaining her anyways?? you know how embarrassing ts is for me?”

eren lowk knew he was wrong and that he should just give in and tell you he’s sorry, but the nga so stubborn and sassy that he just had to win the argument.

“you know what yn, ionc no more you wanna be mad, be mad, im tired of yo shii.”

he walked over to the dresser and put on a shirt, then grabbed his keys and started walking towards the front door.

“so you just leaving ? like you always do when you know you wrong, it’s not that fucking hard to apologize instead of acting like a lil btc about it.”

one thing about eren, he don’t play that b wrd shii.

he turned around and looked at you (he was muggin real hard 2)

“bro, keep running yo fkin mouth, see what happen” idk who he was feelin like, but he was pointing all in yo face n shii.

“boy you better gtf outta my face”

he scoffed and started walking to the door again, before he left out he said “we done” you rolled your eyes and said “type shii”

like i said before, this wasn’t nothing new. you knew he was gone be back in the next 24 hours (or less)

time skip: 4 hours later, it’s 8:30.

eren was at a party (hoin, ofc) and you seen on his story that he out was showin out?? he had girls dancing all on him and shii, ouu girll.

so ofc, you bein you, had to show him how to really act bad. you fixed yo hair, made sure the lace was melted honey, did yo makeup and got dressed, you called sasha, mikasa, zar, and jatavia and told them what the move was.

when yall got to the party, first thing you see, this ho ass boy getting twerked on, you ain’t really care tho, he wasn’t really touching her so you didn’t mind that bad, but that was still yo nga so it pyo a little bit, but once again, you bein you, you went yo to jean and started throwin downnn.

Jatavia started laughing “Girl he gone getcho lil ass” “he doin the the shit, idc.”

girl lemme tell you, when eren looked up and seen ts he was ready to crash out damn near, but him, bein the sassy lil princess he is, had to 1 up you.

he grabbed this this girl byyyy her neck and kissed her??? not only that he was making eye contact with you while he did it.

then then he pulled away from the kiss and lead the ho out the door ..

ts blew yo whole mood, but you didn’t let it show ofc, you left the party like 20 mins later tho.

the next day

you were getting ready to go to another party ony was throwing, you and Jatavia were getting ready to meet sasha, mikasa, and zar there.

15 minutes later yall get there, yall having a good time, you really only went out tn to get yesterdays events out of your head.

sure yall not together “technically” and eren could do what he wanted but that’s wasn’t the point. it’s the principle of the situation.

after dancing for a bit you went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when you walked in you seen Eren, Armin, Connie, Ony, and Jean passing the splif around.

“hey yn” connie said nodding his head up at you smirking as he looked back and forth between you and eren.

“don’t piss me off rn” you said while you were digging through the fridge. “ony where all yo good drinks at damn?” you pulled a capri sun out then leaned again the fridge.

“fuck is you staring at” you looked at eren and mugged him when you seen him staring at you.

“i’m sorry ma, you straight?” you rolled your eyes “you kissed that ho infront me and everybody else, then proceeded to take the bitch hand and go somewhere and fuck her? you dead to me.”

Ony, Armin, Jean and Connie was sitting there being messy sayin shii like “he said her shii was trash” “he miss you tho” “ok but he diddd say sorry”

“first off” he walked in front of you, leaning on the island.

“i didn’t touch her, i was just doin that to get a reaction out of you, then you was twerking on jean??”

“only cause you was letting that bitch twerk on you”

as you were talking, that same lil ho walked into the kitchen.

“girl you just mad i took yo nga, everytime yall into it he be with me, beating shii down.” she stood next to eren and crossed her arms, you looked at him with that “dpmo” look then back at her.

“ma, she lyin i swear, only thing i ever did with her was kiss, and i only did it once, which was yesterday.” eren said while moving away from her and going next to you.

the girl rolled her eyes “you just gone sit there and lie?, tell her the truth.”

(this story alr corny but here come the cornier part 😂)

before eren could defend himself you spoke up…

“He might be doing you, but he's thinkin' about me so, baby, think about another lover, and go find another brother”

then here go connie “Period sis, clock it.”

the girl rolled her eyes “girl boo, that’s not yo nga. he fa me.”

“I know he's my man, he's all in my hands, It feels good when he calls my name, Don't you wish you had the same? Feeling disgust working your stuff 'Til he thinks about mine, Now he's feeling real high, You ask why? cause he's mine.”

she was getting a lil mad too, then connie and them in the back being messy tb “she clocking you boo” lil sassy tails. then eren just sitting there laughing at them.

“that’s not what he saying last not tho. “ooo to shii so fye, the bets i ever had.” he love me suh, i love him too.” she said with a petty smile on her face.

erens eyes widen at this, this was really delusional?? “nihh wtfk?? on everything i love i wasn’t witchu last night, after i took you outside i got in my car, by myself, and went to connie shii.”

“Tell you something that just ain't cool, Never fall in love with a man who don't love you, oh, I wouldn't waste my time telling you something wrong,You've been with him one night, and now he's coming home.”

connie:”I know that’s right”

He's mine, you may have had him once, But I got him all the time, Went out on a date, wasn't out too late, Took you to a room, and you gave it up too soon, Played you like a trick 'cause you let him hit, Now he's coming home to a lover that is strong, I got all his love, baby, don't try to take it, You wanted a piece, you were mistaken, 'Cause he belongs to me, Baby, can't you see?

eren pulled in you for a kiss making eye contact with the girl, “i’m sorry ma, shoulda never did that. i love you.” the girl shook her head and walked away.

“you fucked her eren?” he sucked his teeth “you know ian fuck her, this to dck, i promise ian touch her.”

you looked up at him, you know he didn’t do nothing with her. you pecked his lips.

“let’s go home.”

YALL this so cornyyy wtf 😭… also i rushed the end cause i got bored + i ran out of ideas so sorry if it seemed rushed or youn like it .

but ty for reading!

gimme some requests on some songs yall wanttt !!

bye bye

kisses 💋. gn ilyy ❦.

[rr311]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ❞ - 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈. 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅. 𝐡𝐜

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ fluff, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. made this short story so i’m not starving y’all while i write the second chap for the racer series 🙄, im almost done gotta finish sukuna’s part (half way done) then Toji’s 😋.

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞.

- 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

Everybody knows how Megumi is. Always mean muggin somebody, always “Not in the mood” he would say and always look like he wants to punch someone. But what they didn’t know was that this “Tough” Teenager was clingy as a cat, you of all people were the only one to know this secret because you were his #1 victim. Every other day when he was done with a mission with Yuji and Nobara he would always barge into your room instantly going into your arms with you playing with his hair, you were the only person who he would show this side of him to. You found it cute how he’s always so clingy to you but in public he would act like he doesn’t wanna be touched.

As for now, you were laid in your bed watching your tv show as he was laid in between your legs, head on your chest, hands plying in his hair as he took a nap. All that was heard was his soft snores and the sounds coming from your show, your nails scratched between his scalp as you were focused on the screen. When the program was getting good you stopped moving your hand on his head leaning forward getting lost into it, Megumi felt your hands stop making him grumble opening his eyes, turning his head to look at you with furrowed eyebrows that almost looked like a pout, “Why’d you stop.” He asked knocking you out of your trance to look down at him who glared back at you, you softly smiled moving your hand again against his scalp, “Sorry Megs, my show was getting too good.” You chuckled seeing him roll his eyes laying back down on your chest snuggling into your warmth with a low hum.

Again you smiled to yourself he was like a cat who didn’t want its owner to stop petting them. You couldn’t deny of how cute he was, to be honest you liked this side of Megumi. How clingy he was, how soft he is. “You’re just like a cat you know?.” You said as Megumi hummed, “A cat?.” He questioned in a mumble, nodding your head. “Yeah, you’re clingy as a cat, you have an attitude as a cat, everything. Acts mean but really is just a big softie- Ouch!” You yelped feeling a hard pinch on your waist, glaring down at Megumi was hiding the fact that he had a small blush forming on his face, “Shut up.” He mumbled, you furrowed your eyebrows also mumbling a “Make me.” You said as a joke, expecting him to pinch you again but instead of a pinch, he picked his head back up, picking up his body from yours leaning close to you being face to face..placing his lips ontop of yours.

Your eyes widened feeling his soft lips ontop of yours, not getting a chance to react before he pulled away. He saw your surprised look with a small grin, and blush covering his cheeks “How was tha- mmh..” He didn’t finish his sentence before you leaned in taking his lips with yours again, it was a small kiss only lasted a few seconds before pulling away with a childish smile on your face. “Who knew you would be so bold.” You teased watching his face go completely red hiding his face again.

“S-Shut up!”

- 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈

“And then we’re like pow! Then Gojo Sensei was like whoosh! And then-!” Before he could finish that sentence you covered his mouth with a tired look, “Yuji! Please..for the love of Tengen would you be quiet?” You pleaded, he nodded his head slowly up and down taking your hands off his mouth breathing a “Thank you.” Going back to cleaning up his wounds, apparently during a fight for Sukuna’s finger he had gotten hurt, and Sukuna being a real jackass didn’t wanna heal his body. So you we’re stuck being his doctor, it’s not like you mind behind his doctor it’s just…it’s 1am in the morning and you were awaken form your sleep with a limping and bloody Yuji at your dorm door with that nervous smile on his face.

He knew he was gonna get an ear full of you later.

For the most part you cleaned up all the blood on his body, moving to patch up his wounds. When you got done with the second wound you moved on to the last one, you got a cleaning wipe, wiping around the cut to keep bacteria from entering. Putting a white patch on the wound then wrapping it around his arm to secure it. When you gotten done Yuji moved his arm around looking at the patch that was wrapped with a smile.

He always loved when you were his doctor.

“Now. No training, no moving a lot and no-!” You didn’t finish your sentence before he pulled you into a hug now standing in between his legs with a shock look. His arms were wrapped around you as you soon brought up your own to hug him back with a confuse smile, “What’s this for?” You said with a small chuckle as he pulled back to stare at you, “Thank you..for this. Without you i don’t know what i would’ve done.” He chuckled nervously, shaking your head hitting him in his non wounded arm softly. “There’s no need to thank me Yu, after all you are my favorite patient.” You joked with a small laugh as Yuji laughed as well with a small blush on his ears. The room soon went quiet as there was nothing but soft water hitting each other from your water fall machine, and him looking at you.

Almost like he’s nervous.

In his mind Sukuna was practically telling him to kiss you, sick of his thoughts always thinking about you and the want to kiss you. He was so sick of it he felt like throwing up, he was getting more frustrated with the kid the more he fought with him. After a few seconds of going back and fourth, while you turned your attention away from him getting nervous yourself, Sukuna switched with Yuji, grabbing your chin and interlocking lips with his switching back to Yuji before you noticed the marks on his face. Yuji’s eyes widened pulling away fast, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- I mean i did- but!-.” You didn’t let him finish his stammering before putting your lips with his shutting him up making him squeak but soon leaning into it letting his eyes close. It was a soft and gentle kiss with his hand on your cheek and the other on your waist pulling you closer to him.

For a few more seconds he was first to pull away hiding his in the crook of your neck hugging you close with a big blush on your face. In your mind you were freaking out wanting to scream and jump in excitement but had to keep your cool hugging him back with a big smile on your face, “What are we now?.” You said calmly hiding the excitement in your voice hearing a hum,

“You’re mine now.”

[bettyfrommars]

A blurb of biker!Eddie posing for reader for a future painting. The painting imagery of your choice, snarky jokes about being her French girl would be icing on the cake.

Thank you so much for this ask, Angie, it made my heart happy❤️

18+Only for mature themes. wc: 892

from the I'm on Fire au

biker!Eddie x fem!artist!Reader

“Babe,” you gave Eddie a look around the side of the big canvas you had propped on a wood easel.  “You’re doing it again.”

Forever fidgeting, the man could never sit still. On the couch in front of you, Eddie rubbed his hands down his face with a groan and sat forward, placing elbows to knees.  He’s shirtless, in a pair of jeans, with his guitar resting on the floor next to him. The wash of tattoos over his chest, stomach, and arms would be a challenge, but you planned to fill those details in later.  You’d considered having him strip all the way down, but you didn’t want to traumatize Dustin’s family when they brought the baby over for a visit.  

“I never realized how hard it would be to stay in one place for so long,” he mused, running his fingers through his hair.  “How did those people in the old days do it? Just standing there.  No wonder they all look like they are all mean muggin’ or trying to take a shit.”

You put the brush down and went over to him, softly taking his chin to make him look up at you, your hand stained with charcoal and white paint flecks.  You swept the curtain of his bangs to one side with your other hand, meeting the weariness in his maplewood eyes with love and patience.  

“You’re on your bike for hours some days. This is just like that,” you tried to reason with him.

Eddie reached up to settle his hands at your hips.  “No but that’s different.  On the bike I’m moving fast and the wind is in my face, my mind is clear.  Now, all I can think about is everything I need to fix and work on in this house. I want it all to be perfect for you, for us.”  

It’d been almost six months since Eddie surprised you with the keys to the old Ferguson farmhouse, the one you’d both had your eye on for a while. Indeed, the place was over a hundred years old and needed a lot of work, but you had your paints and you had Eddie, and the rest just didn’t matter as much.  

You let go of his chin and he leaned in to plant a kiss on your stomach before tilting his chin up to meet your gaze again.  

“This is really important to me, baby,” you tucked hair behind his ear, and then untucked it, and you could feel him searching your face.  “One day, Oliver or one of the other kids will put this painting in their home to remember their uncle Eddie.  And they’ll know the person who painted it loved you more than life.”

Eddie’s arms were suddenly around your waist, pulling you down into his lap, pecking kisses all along your neck and face, making you squirm and giggle.  He was fresh out of the shower, smelling like Irish Spring; his hair air-dried and fluffy.  When he came up for air, you caught his face between your hands.  

“Please, baby. For me,” you pleaded.  “Just an hour or two a day, I know you can do this.”

“For you, I will,” his lips met yours, brushing them as he spoke, but then a smile cracked the sides of his mouth.  “I want you to paint me like one of your French girls.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you beamed, batting your eyelashes, pushing out of his lap and onto your feet.  You decided not to remind about the time you rented Titanic, and Eddie was the one with wet eyes, holding you close as if he were about to lose you to the frigid, dark waters.  He held you so tight that night in bed, waking up every hour to check and make sure you were still there.  

When he felt you shift and knew you were awake, he’d whispered into the back of your neck: “If something ever happened to you, I don’t think I’d be able to move on.” And even though you were not privy to the mysteries the future held, you assured him that you’d both grow old together and pass away at the same time. 

Back in the art room, you brushed your hands off on your apron and got in front of the canvas.  “Okay, let’s try this again,” you picked up one of the charcoal pencils to sharpen it.  “You can have a smoke if you want, baby, just don’t move your legs.”

“Anything for you, Jack,” Eddie chirped, eager to pop a cigarette between his lips, cupping his hand over the end to light it. 

In the end, the smoldering cigarette between his fingers made it into the painting.  Legs wide, guitar propped to one side, one hand resting on his thigh, the other arm hooked around the back of the couch so he could flick the ash into an empty can of Coke.  His jeans were unbuttoned, purple scar on one side of his stomach, and he wasn’t smiling, but the light of love in his eyes was unmistakable as dark hair spilled around his shoulders.  

Decades later, Steve’s son Oliver would never tire of telling the story when people asked about the painting.  The story of a down and dirty biker named War Machine and the woman he devoted his life to.  

[moxfirefly]

74 prompt and 57 kink: with The turtle of your choice (I’ll let you choose). Show me what love can be like and knowing someone is listening

Interesting, let’s see how we combine these two. So just cause I wanna try it out with him and since I haven’t gotten a request for him in a hot minute, I’m going with Mikey 👌

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Breaks were needed and very much welcomed. Fighting night in and night out wasn’t necessarily a lifestyle that left much for self care and rest. The idea for a break had been voiced by April and Casey had stepped up to offer a great place.

The family cabin had been passed down to Casey a few years ago, he hadn’t gone up to the place in a year. It seemed perfect for overtired and overworked family. A getaway for a few days to rest and recover. The group chat bombarded you no less, everyone begging you to join in for the weekend.

You smiled down at the chain of messages but you mostly obliged when Michelangelo had texted you in private. The whole crime fighting gig had placed some pressure on the relationship, mostly due to the fact that Mikey would show up so bruised up or tired or at other times, not show up at all. You tried not to worry and you did a fairly good job at it but you missed him. You missed so much about him.

Some maneuvering around work you managed to lock in the few days off to disappear up to Casey’s cabin with the rest of the guys. Upon arriving the cold greeted you first than April. Winter was approaching and soon enough it would be too umberable to deal just about any common activity.

A last hurrah felt right. Seeing Mikey and spending time with him did too. Being around family, your chosen family.

“Tell me there’s a fire already starting in there” You wrapped your arms around April as she laughed. “Yeah Casey already flexed his lumberjack ways for me, fires just started” You shivered and thanked her before scurrying inside.

The warmth hit you first.

Then Mikey’s body connecting with yours for a tight hug.

It felt like ages since that, too long for you and the feel of those strong arms around you melted every negative thought from you.

A resounding ‘Angel!’ was all you caught before being picked up and held tightly by Mikey. A sigh of relief left him and you could also feel the tension melt from his body. “I missed you so much” Mikey planted a kiss on your neck, the press of his lips there making your skin breakout in goosebumps. It had been too long and it embarrassed you how such a simple kiss could do that to you.

Once back on your feet you took him in. There was still evidence of lethargy in his eyes, as if he hadn’t been sleeping too well. Some already healed bruises here and there but nevertheless that excitable puppy dog energy of his was there and it all centered around you.

Most of the afternoon was spent settling in, you and Mikey had gotten a room for the two of you adjacent to where Casey and April would be sleeping. Another smaller room would house Raphael while Donnie and Leo would crash in the living room area close to the fireplace.

Between dinner preparations, some drinks, the majority of the time was spent relaxing and just playing all sorts of card games. You and Mikey had been glued together for the entire evening. In some form or way he had been touching you and you as well towards him. His presence had instantly healed so much of your worries and frustrations and despite the distance it hadn’t deteriorated the relationship.

Midnight rolled by and by 2am you and Mikey were in the cozy room you’d be spending the next few days in. The dark expanse of forest looked beautiful in the night, you sat at the window watching the branches rustle and the warm mug of hot chocolate kept you from other thoughts. It seemed rather stupid to feel a level of nervousness at finally having a moment alone with Mikey and that accompanied by a room even more so. Your situation was tricky, given you had roommates and Mikey’s ever escalating super hero activities alongside his brothers. Creativity in spots was a speciality of his and on the rare occasions the Lair was untenanted for the night, well you could indulge more comfortably.

He had walked in after going to bother Raph, his own admission, and upon returning he closed the door and locked it. The click made you aware that there was really nothing or no one to interrupt for the time being. You opted for some idle chat to not feel so nervous. “Your eye’s looking better” You took a sip from your mug. Mikey ran a digit across the purple-ish bruise that was started to fade. “Oh, um yeah, gotta keep the baby blues safe ya know” He smiled as approached you. You smiled cupping his cheek and running your thumb below his bruise. “First thing I noticed” Your words held comfort.

“Noticed what?” Mikey was enamored with the physical affection, he hardly could get enough on a regular day. “Your eyes, they were just so blue” It was true no less, the memory of that night lived in Mikey’s head on loop. You hadn’t screamed, you hadn’t called him hurtful names. When he had saved you from a muggin you honest to god had just thanked him. The situation was bizarre no less and it was shocking to see your hero but you had sensed zero danger from his behalf.

From that moment on, being with Michelangelo was the safest you had ever felt. “Could’ve sworn it was the guns” He chuckled when you gripped his arm and squeezed. “That was second, can’t lie” The two of you remained there, comfortably close but a thin tension that throbbed. You turned to face him while still seated at the window. Your eyes mapped out every inch of him. The hand at his arm pressed at the middle of his plastron, Mikey swallowed. He hasn’t felt that hand touch him with so much intimacy in a while. “I missed you angel” He placed his hand a top yours. You bit your lip and looked up at him, your eyes spoke more than you could ever and Mikey knew the language by heart.

So he kissed you. He kissed you with a tenderness that reminded you of the first time the two of you had kissed. His lips had never felt better, the plump thickness to them enveloping yours so neatly you moaned. That seemed to hit him hard in the gut, the way his hands traveled to your waist and held you firmly. You stood up still mid kissing him and pushed the kiss into something more firm.

Foreheads pressed you felt his hands grip the hem of your sweater and lift. Those blue eyes drank in the sight of his most priced possessions. “Missed you so much” He was breathless as you unlooped the strings of his sweats. There was something about this particular area that always fascinated you, the change in skin and color, the path leading to an intimate area. You kissed his neck, fingers running across the slit that housed his member, the pressure strong and the sensitivity making his knees jelly. “Do you...?” Mikey couldn’t finish asking as you already nodded your consent.

You gripped his hand, half kicking off your pants when he didn’t move. “Mikey?” You looked at him, eyes so bright and wanting and he couldn’t help but greedily admire it. Admire you and want you so much. He pulled you back towards him and embraced you. The intimacy gutted you, the overwhelming need that accompanied Mikey to just hold you close and feel you. Your arms were around his neck instantly and the two of you stayed like that.

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” It was soft and mumbled against your shoulder. Your smile was kind even as you stood back and held his face in your hands. “And so have you” The honesty flowed freely and Mikey beamed. “C’mere girl, I’ve missed you like crazy” You allowed him to pick you up and toss you on the bed, the fit of giggles only egging him on.

While the privacy was here, it sure didn’t mean that the entire cabin wasn’t occupied and your closest neighbors were in fact Casey and April. A flush of embarrassment hit you but soon enough Mikey had made his decent to his second favorite possession of yours. The feel of that mouth finally at your core left you in a daze. Mikey’s ability when it came to eating you out was something you never thought could exist and with each swirl and flick of his tongue it was evident that keeping quiet would not be a possibility. Especially when he begged to hear you, spoken against your clit with the warmth of his breath so close. You tried to cover your mouth but the feel of one thick digit entering you was your undoing. You’re sure and Mikey’s sure that the neighbors defenatly heard that.

There was a pride in that deep inside of Mikey. The idea of claiming you and having others know. For now he paid no mind especially when he buried himself inside of you and moaned long and deep. This never stopped being incredible, it’s exactly why he was always mesmerized by seeing your joined bodies. The contrast of skin color, the thickness of his memeber stretching you and causing you to cry out. Mikey could’ve cum like that just watching. “You’re so beautiful babe” He groaned thrusting into you. “Missed the fuck out of this, out of you” He leaned forward, engulfing himself around you, mouth at your neck. “Baby I want you to cream yourself all over me” The lewd words never seized to embarrass you, half the time Mikey barely would utter a ‘damn’ but this was the effect you had on him.

The bed protested and the headboards thumping was indicative of the activities going on. The most you could do was avoid Casey and April’s gazes at breakfast tomorrow. Right now you were, for lack of a better term, getting dicked down by your boyfriend after a dry spell. “Fuck fuck, oh fuck!” You gripped Mikey’s sides before letting your hands run towards his rear. Being filled to the brim and having your boyfriend absolutely spill filth into your ear was exactly the things you needed. “Yeah come on, for me baby, gonna do it for me? Gimme a show” Mikey sucked a bruise onto your neck and his quickening pace had your hand scrambling for your clit. “Yesss fuck” Mikey watched, hips trying not to loose the rhythm he knew would send you off.

You came with a loud moan that had Mikey’s name wrapped around it. If everyone heard it was at the bottom list of your priorities. Riding this high was top on the list and feeling Mikey cum with a series of ‘fucks’ and your name was all you need to add to your high. You ran a soothing hand down his shell, feeling him shiver with the intensity of his release. Each kiss placed on his cheek a testament to your adoration. Mikey found your lips in the haze of it all, and lazily kissed you back.

[mariahthelioness29]

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Pairing: SamBucky x Black! Reader 

WC: 4,279 ( I am theirs, they inspire me) 

Warning: It is absolute filth, my peeps, barely a plot, SMUT, Sugar relationship, D/s dynamics, Double Penetration ( anal & vaginal), oral ( male & female receiving), daddy and sir naming , spitting, edging, rough sex, praise and degradation, blindfold and light bondage... that’s all. 

A/N: This for @blackmissfrizzle and her Frizzle’s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge. I had the song Send the Addy by Flo Milli. 

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After an excruciating week full of all-nighters, tidying final projects and exams. You and your girls are dancing, drinking some strong booze, forgetting the hell you all went through.

Send the addy, starting playing and you stand up from the chair and start dancing 

“Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)

Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me

Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)

He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me

He say he like when I call him daddy (Haha)

Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy (Ooh)

She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ew, bye)

I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Ho)”, You sing along.

 You move your hips to the beat going down  till you're squatting near the floor and start throwing your ass back. Your ass shaking going up and down on repeat. 

“Ayeee, show’em what you got, baby”! ,your friend Bry hyping you up while recording.

You stand up running to your friend, laughing somehow feeling a little shy but still feeling yourself. 

“Damn, what’s gotten into you ?, you out here showing out, feeling yourself, but I can not complain I am enjoying it a lot”.Bry inquires, looking you up and down, smirking at you.

“Just happy that for once I was ahead of the curve, did not procrastinate and did all the work like for once I am confident, the finals will  be great”.

You smile at her, both of you sitting close to each other wrapping your arms around each other. You and Bry have been friends since freshman but sometimes you indulge in each other. When there is booze or stress involved, you seek each other's refuge.

 Some heavy twerking to 19, Birthday Cake and WAP, drinking and some heavy making out sessions with Bry and Draya recording it . You send all the videos to two particular men in your contacts. You are all snickering and smiling to your phone. You know you're in for one hell of a night with your daddies.

“y/n, when are you going to tell us the truth? ”,Draya disrupted you from your phone. 

“Tell, you what”. You feign, cocking your head to the side.

“ So you think we blind and stupid, you definitely have a sugar daddy or an Only Fans”.

“That is the same thing, I have been trying to find out”, Bry expressed with faux annoyance rolling her eyes.

“Your skin is glowing, The lace you got, Lace where?, you are not whining about your car problems, the clothes, the jewelry, the nails, like everyone can confuse you with some NBA player’s wife, if they don’t know you.” Draya continued. 

“The rent is paid and everything paid plus a new phone, new laptop. Oh, She gets some Fenty x Savage and Agent Provocateur on the side ”, Bry pipes in.

“Nosey bitch”, you shove Bry and she laughs. 

“ Is he some NBA ,NFL, Major League player, CEO, Rapper, Doctor, Real estate mogul, Politician?”, Bry asked. 

“Nope”, you said while stifling a smile and you took your shot of D’usse. 

Draya slouched more on the chair and sighs. “ Well if she won’t tell Bry, then she is taking that secret to the grave”. 

“Guys, I wish I could tell you but I can’t, I have signed an NDA, I don’t have money or lawyers to fight an NDA breaching just cause my girls want me to kiss and tell”. 

They all rolled their eyes. “Well, if he has friends that want a sugar baby tell’em to send the addy, I am here for the taking ” Bry responded while twirling around and posing. 

You all cackled. 

Little did they know that you were Captain America and the Winter Soldier’s sugar baby. You have to keep it a secret. This can mess up your future career and theirs. 

You start reminiscing, while your friends are having fun. 

You can see what they were seeing. A year and half ago, you were quiet, always tired and not as vibrant. Balancing the little you had, some internships to build your resume and classes, were taking a toll on you. You had the biggest internship. An internship at the Avengers headquarters, with no other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho. If you aced this, you were pretty much settled. The chance of getting a nice job will be high. The internship pay was nice. It gave you some comfort but the hours were outrageous. The internship has some other perks. Seeing Sam Wilson, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, ex Winter-Soldier pass by. 

You seem them pass by hand in hand. They wave at you. You smile and wave back. You hate to see them go but love to watch them leave. They have some nice ass thighs and Sam’s ass in that Cap uniform. You are sure that if you ever had the chance to go to bed with him. You will be groping it all night. It looks so good.  You feel a sort of remorse for thinking that .You can see Sam and Bucky love each other so much and here you are being horny because of Sam’s ass in his uniform.

They were always trying to find ways to be in the lab with you, but you always denied that they were here for you. 

You  became friendly with both of them. You can see there were always lingering eyes or a hug longer than usual but you always thought it is your infatuation playing with your mind. 

That was until the Stark Benefit Gala happened. You were having fun until the party ended and your car decided to die on you. You were standing there, bummed in a beautiful dress. The dress was a courtesy of Dr. Cho. 

They saw you groaning and rolling your eyes in your car. They came to your help. Sam was drunk.  It was late, so Bucky offered you a ride to your humble abode. 

Against your better judgement you decided to ask if Bucky wants to get in your home. He went in. You were sitting drinking some water. You went to your room to get out of the dress and change to some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. You were talking about T.V shows and he mentioned he was watching the Witcher but has never had time to catch up so you turned on the T.V watch the Witcher with him to explain to him what he has been missing. 

Suddenly you guys were making out. You on top of him, t-shirt disregarded. 

You stop him, “ We cannot do this to Sam”, you said, your lips ghosting over his. 

“What if I tell you, Sammy is okay, with this. He grabs your ass cheeks hard. He breathes you in and suckles the pulse point of your neck.

 You throw your head back and start grinding on him.

“What if I tell you he wants you, just as much as I do”. His voice raspy laced with desire. With that he kisses you with such a passion, all the oxygen in your lungs disappeared, he kisses your cheek in a chaste way, kisses your hand, pulls you off his lap, stands in front of you, and tells you goodnight. Leaving you hanging, confused, hot and bothered.

Your phone beeped and a message with a weird number appeared

Meet us tonight at the Cove at 21:00 sharp , The Uber is already paid and will pick you up. S&B” 

Another message in with the directions to the Cove. The Cove was a nice restaurant wine bar a little outside the city. 

At the Cove, Sam was there to confirm what Bucky told you. 

The waiter greets you and takes you orders. Chardonnay and tapas to go with it.  

“ Thank you for being here, y/n”, Sam started. “Buck told me what happened”. 

“Sam, I am so sorry, please I stay away from you. I don’t want this to cause any problems. I am so sorry”, you apologize to him.

Sam looks at you soft. “Hey, calm down, I would’ve loved to see that, you and Buck”. You are in shock. It is true what Bucky told you. “Buck told me you feel good,y/n and I want to find out:, he whispers. His eyes darkened while taking you in. It sends a shiver to your spine.

“ See, y/n, Buck and I, we love each other very much”. You see Bucky looking at Sam like he hung the moon and Sam takes Bucky's metal hand to his lips and kisses it. “But we are both missing what is like to be with a woman”. Bucky answered. “Someone we can both trust and confide in” Sam pipes in. “ We both have a kind of a dominant air and we want someone that can be ours” Bucky continues. “ I see the way you look at us, you invited me to your apartment”. "We made out"  “ You check Sam’s ass a lot, I know you can’t help it, It's so good”. You see Sam biting his lip at that. 

 You want to stay and jolt the hell out of there. You want to say something but you can't, the words won’t come out. 

Sam lift his hand 

“ Before you ask, what’s in it for you”, Let me tell you”. Sam led the conversation.

“ You are an amazing intern. Nothing but good things; cunning, smart, hard working. Banner and Helen have seen how hard you work. School and bills take a toll on you. “We see your car, that poor thing. “ You are quiet , you sigh a lot”. “We want to relieve that burden for you”.

You take a good gulp of the wine so that it can give you courage. “ This is not some cruel prank, right?, You ask with doubt. Taking a strand of hair behind your ears. You are shaking like a leaf. 

Sam and Bucky smile at you. They’re smiles are comforting. 

“ It is not. In fact, I have something for you”. Sam takes a stack of papers from his suitcase and puts it on the table. 

“ It is a Non Disclosure Agreement and some ground rules, This could be scandalous, we are aware of that so we have to keep this a secret much to my disdain.” Sam huffs. 

 Bucky takes your hand in his. “ Just give it a thought and think how good this can be for you”. “If you are not on board with this. It’s okay, we understand. Burn those papers and we  continue like nothing happened, please just think about it and let us know what you want”. Bucky looks at you with his ocean eyes pleading. 

The days followed. NDA signing. Medical exams all of you did. After that you had the most amazing experience you ever had in your life. It was everything. So erotic, you on your back Sam driving into you with madness. Bucky beside you alternating between kissing Sam and playing with your clit. Bucky spitting in your mouth, saying you are theirs and no one else's. So filthy, your back against Bucky’s chest he was in your ass while Sam was in front of you balls deep in you and they were both fucking you like there was no tomorrow. 

“Fuckkk, they groaned in unison”

Bucky was kissing the back of your neck giving you long but hard strokes. “Babyy, so tiight, so goood”, he said in between strangled moans. 

You could barely breathe. They are pushing buttons, you did not know they existed.

Sam was rough, giving you fast strong strokes, hitting that spot repeatedly. “He was moaning, grunting, breathing heavy too. Eyes closed head back. “Fuck baby, you’re gripping me hard, I’m not going to last long, if you keep doing that. Naughty girl you like that, huh?, “having two men at the same time”. Sam said with his breath short, driving his dick deeper in you. 

You nod. You cannot form a coherent sentence 

Bucky wrapped his vibranium fingers tight around your throat, making you face Sam. “Answer him”, he orders you, whispering in your ear.   

“Yes, sir, I love being stuffed by you both.” You answered him with a strangled whisper while your eyes were fluttering. It was too much but it was what your body was craving ever since Dr.Banner introduced you to them.

After a few more strokes you came with a shout and your legs shaking . Sam came hard , then Bucky after fucking your ass with no abandon. The night went on like that, Sam and Bucky using you the way they saw fit. 

You were stuffed with their cum and seeing galaxies at the end of the night. 

They took care of you after that. Bathing you, cleaning you up, giving you snacks, even brushing your teeth, and putting you to sleep. 

 You were biting your lip, pressing your thighs together. You were hoping you could get some of that tonight.

Seems like your wish is granted  because your cell phone vibrates. Two messages in 

Bad girl, making out with your friend, that mouth, that pussy  belongs to us. Only us. 

I see you’re having fun, but you can have more fun with us, baby girl. Say goodbye to your friends and you come to this hotel this instant. 

They sent you the address to the hotel . You see the address is not that far. Your pussy throbs in anticipation. 

“ Well, bitches, I got to go”, you say picking your Birkin bag and taking one last shot. 

“ Daddy Anonymous called you, huh”, Bry said looking you up and down. 

“ Yes he did and I am going to get some dick tonight”. You all laughed. 

Kissing and hugging your girls goodbye. You get in the car and connect the phone to the speakers and play send the addy again. 

Reaching to the hotel. You text the numbers back with: 

I am here, sir. 

I am here, daddy. 

They reply back with the room number. 

You arrived at the room you knocked on the door , just how they thought you. 

It was them. Bucky was dressed in a black shirt and the sleeves rolled up. Sam was wearing a burgundy shirt also with the sleeves rolled up. Tight jeans and two very noticeable hard ons. Your mouth waters at the sight. 

Bucky grabs you close to him and slaps your face. You gasped. The slap is not  hard enough to leave a mark but to tingle. Sam watches amused rubbing his erection through his pants. 

“Bad, girl, behaving like a slut, making out with Bry, letting her touch you like that”, he said, wrapping his vibranium fingers around your neck with force. “You just can’t get enough, do you baby ?”

“Daddy Buck, may not like it but I love it baby. You are so fucking sexy, especially when you make out with Bry”. Sam replied. 

Why did you do it, baby girl ?, Sam asked while unbuckling his belt and sitting on a chair in the corner. 

Bucky makes you face Sam. 

“ I like pussy too, sir and her lips are nice, both sets of lips,sir”. You whisper with Bucky’s hand tight around your throat. 

Bucky grabs you by the forearm, makes you walk to the bed with him. He sits at the edge of the bed. 

“ Lay across my lap”, he demanded. 

You do as you're told and lay across his lap. 

“Daddy is very disappointed, and you know what happens when daddy is disappointed”. You brace yourself for what is about to come. Spanking with the vibranium hand. 

“ You are going to count, Ok”. 

A slap to your ass and it is heard. “One”. You exhale the breath you were holding in. Two slaps quickly after another. “Two, three”, you whisper and then hiss. He massages your ass cheek. And slaps it again “Four”, you scream. “Such a good girl, taking your spanking so well”, Sam encourages you while stroking his dick slowly. 

“Don’t get any ideas, he might like what you do but you are still a dirty slut”. With that he spanks you three times quick after another. “Five, six, seven”, you scream and a tear is rolling down your face. 

“Aw, baby you look so cute when you cry, don’t worry, honey, it is going to end soon, Sam walks to you and wipes the tear away from your face. He cups your face in his hand. 

Bucky laughs. “Whores pulling stunts and can’t handle the consequences”. “Should've known better” He spanks your ass three times one after the other. “Eight, nine, ten” you sob. 

You stand up from Bucky’s lap. Your ass stinging. You know that you will not sit comfortably for a week. You hiccup a sob.

“Sh, sh,sh, that's my girl, taking what we give so well”. Sam console you. He cups our face and then hugs you tight. He smells so good. Sandalwood and cocoa butter. His skin is smooth

“ Lay on the bed, baby girl, I'm going to give you a treat”. You lay at the edge of the bed, with your legs open.

Sam lick his lips, you are dripping wet.

"So wet, so pretty" Sam whispers, touching your pussy. You moaned at that,moving  your hips looking for more sensation but he stops touching you.

"Tell us, are you wet for Bry or for us?",Bucky questioned

"You only you"

"Good answer, pretty baby".Sam says breathing you in.

“ What do good girls say to that, y/n?”, Sam asked

“ Thank you, sir”, you answer him, all breathy

With that he licks along your slit and then starts devouring your lips. Sucking on your clit and then shoving his tongue in you. He keeps that pattern until you are squirming and moaning loud  but Bucky puts his arm around your middle, keeping you down. Sam keeps eating you out like you are his last meal.

“You are such a dumb baby, you cannot take my spanking or his tongue, don’t worry baby. "Bucky whispers to your ear.

 “He spoils you but I will set you straight.” He bites your nipple to the point it is painful. You moaned loudly the pain and the pleasure mixing in.  You grab his hair hard and he grunts. He soothes the bite, licking and flicking his tongue on your nipple. 

Bucky grips Sam’s head and brings Sam to him and they kiss slowly all tongue. Both of them sharing your juices. It is such a sight. 

“Do you trust us, baby?”, Sam ask with his lips shining of your essence and Bucky’s spit. 

“Yes, sir, My safe word is fly”.

“ Good girl”, Sam responds and then hovers over you to peck your lips.

He goes to the night table and takes a pink silk scarf and pink rope out of the drawer. 

He makes you sit on the bed and ties the silk scarf around your eyes and he kisses your cheek. 

“My pretty baby”

“ I don’t know why you keep putting her on a pedestal, she is a whore”, Bucky tells Sam. 

“ A whore that needs to be put in her place”. Bucky continues

“ C’mon, ass up ,face down”. Bucky orders and there is no room for ifs. 

You assume the position. “Hands behind your back”, Bucky demands.  

You put your hands behind your back and you feel the rope tightening on your wrists.  

You gasp when you feel a dick inside you in one thrust and you know is Bucky. He is like that though, demanding. He starts ramming into you. The shaking of your ass against his hips, your pussy creaming on his shaft . That spurs him on. 

“ He might say nice things to you, but we both know what you like, getting fucked without mercy”, He groans at the feeling of you spasming around him. “That is what you like”.

He pulls on your hair. “Say it”, he growled. 

“He might say nice things but I like getting fucked without mercy”. You answer him  breathless.

You are moaning non-stop, your breathing ragged. His dick drives in and out at a fast pace. You feel yourself tightening around his cock. 

He stops and pulls out of you. You whine

“Stop whining”, Bucky reprimands you, spanking your ass a little. A warning.

You cry out when you feel another dick inside you, a different kind of stretch. Inch by inch he enters you, he is hissing. “Aaahh fuuuck”.

 You know it is Sam. He takes his sweet time entering you most of the time. 

He starts going at a slow pace, pulling out almost and slams back in. Then he pulls almost out, he grips your hips and drives your ass against his hips unhurried. Every time he does that, you feel the air leave the room. 

He keeps doing that until you are almost there, you can feel it then he stops and pulls out of you.

You are left there clenching around nothing.

You hear them kissing. Humming and moaning into the kiss. You start hearing Sam moaning and slurping and gagging sounds, moans from Bucky too. 

You hear whispering but you cannot understand what is said.

Bucky was on his knees sucking Sam off, taking Sam's shaft to the back of his throat, savoring all of you from Sam's dick. He pulls Sam out his mouth with a pop. 

He stands up and whispers to Sam's ear: "She tastes so good on your dick, sweetheart, mmhmm so good." 

You whine:" pleeeaseee"

Sam returns to you, entering you at a snail's pace till he is full inside. His moans, hisses mixing with your moans and cries.

"Can't stay without dick for long, Can you baby ?". Bucky asks you. He chuckles. "Such a needy slut". 

You nod. You mewl: "Yes, daddy".

Sam kisses your shoulders. “ You are such a sight, baby girl, you are my good girl, I love you so much”, He says with his deep and raspy voice.

“ I love you so much, sir”. You reply with tears in your eyes. You don't know, who is worse, Bucky with his unforgiving pace or Sam's slow pace. They are doing this for what seems an eternity. When they feel you are about to cum, they switch places or leave you hanging. 

 Sam praised you and Bucky degraded you. 

You can’t take it anymore. You are so pent up. Release is the only thing in your mind. 

You were now on your back still blindfolded and your wrist tied on top of your head.

“Please, daddy, please, sir, please can I cum ?”. You sob 

Bucky was slamming into you. Faster than ever, groaning and moaning

“ Cum, let go”, he moans. He was so close too.

You came with your legs shaking and a silent scream.

More thrusts and Bucky was coming 

“Shiiiitttt”,fuck, fuck”, Bucky cried out on repeat. With a long moan, he emptied inside you. He dropped next to you on the bed, spent and satisfied. 

Right after, Sam entered you in one thrust and started pumping you fast. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. You feel your whole nerves convulse. It was so much but your body needed his release. 

“Sir, please, give me your cum”, you babble

“ Don’t have to ask me twice, baby girl, He grunted. 

Thrusting into you with his eyes closed, head back and his lips parted.

"Fuuuckkk, you got some good pussy on you, babyyy, y/n. He sped up, chanting your name. 

He came within you, with a loud groan. He dropped on top of you 

You love his weight on you. When he catches his breaths. He stands up and takes your blindfold off. Bucky tuned in the light so that your eyes don’t hurt, when Sam takes the blindfold. Sam takes the rope off your wrists and kisses your wrists. 

Bucky appears with glasses of water for the both of you. He gives Sam the glass and they kiss. 

You cannot believe your luck. Both of your men, naked. Sam thick arms and thighs and that ass. Bucky with those thighs, those abs carved like some Greek god and the contrast of his arm, flesh and metal, hair all disheveled.

Bucky kneels in front of you and gives you a glass of water.

Bucky kisses you. “You know that it is all role play, baby. I love you and I appreciate you so much”. You nod. You drink the water and put the glass on the nightstand. You grab his face. 

“ I know, daddy” and you place a kiss on his forehead.

He looks at you, like you are everything in his world.

He stands up. He kisses Sam again then Sam bents and kisses you.

“ You are so beautiful, you know that”, Sam expresses taking your features in. 

“ Thank you, sir. You are so pretty too”.  He laughs at that. 

Bucky finds some sweatpants and puts them on. 

“I am going to order something to eat”. Bucky picks the phone to call room service. 

"Blueberry waffles,pleaseee".You look at him with puppy eyes. Sam sits next to you. "I want some blueberry waffles too, baby boy". Sam asks with that smile that makes Bucky melt.

He chuckles shaking his head.

You, two are too much for his heart to handle.

"Well, when you both ask like that, how can I say no"

He calls room service.

You are there, feeling light and satisfied with two men that care so much. Every day you are falling a little bit more in love with them. 

You don’t know what the future holds for all of you but for now you will always go to them when they send the addy. 

[slashscowboyboots]

The Blackboard Jungle: Mother Earth and Father Time (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

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All credits to the songwriters

“Well, how did your date go?” Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows.

You made an undignified strangled noise, and he grinned.  “Not a match, huh?  Was he a J-E-R-K?”

“Was he a cotton-headed ninny muggins?” Colton asked, peering over your desk at you.

“Yes,” you laughed, “he was definitely a cotton-headed ninny muggins.  Do you like ‘Elf?’”

“You sit on a throne of lies,” he replied, his head dropping below the edge of the desk.

“And that’s that on that,” you said, looking up at Jeff.

He let out a low whistle.  “Ninny muggins?  Mmmm.”

“It was bad.”

Jeff placed his hands on his thighs and bent down to you.  “How bad?  Like gnaw your arm off and flee the trap bad?”

Leaning close enough to feel the warmth of his torso, you whispered, “Like the teacher’s union would need to provide me with bail and attorney fees bad.”

He pursed his lips, so adorable you nearly toppled off your chair.  “Oooh, you were thinking nasty thoughts.”

“Very nasty.”  You glanced at Mari and Tad.  Their romance was on-again, the two of them sitting quietly and coloring the yellow and orange leaves both classes were making.  Watching them brought a lump to your throat, knowing they would spend the rest of their lives together, side by side, their bond growing stronger by the year, and you just kept meeting all the effing ninny muggins the world had to offer.

Jeff noticed where your eyes landed and pulled a tight smile.  “They make it look so easy, don’t they?”

“They do,” you murmured.  With a sigh, you got up from your desk and turned on the TV.  You originally had a few qualms about showing your class the animated version of “Charlotte’s Web,” fearing it might be too much, but when your pupils hadn’t shown much concern for the passing of the class’s pet hamster Mr. Whiskers (RIP little guy, you deserved better), you decided to go for it.

They settled into it without much fuss, giggling at Templeton’s gluttonous visit to the fair, but you weren’t so strong.  Tears stung your eyes at Charlotte’s first run through of “Mother Earth and Father Time,” but when she said goodbye with:

He turns the seasons around

And so she changes her gown

Mother earth and father time

How very special are we

For just a moment to be

Part of life’s eternal rhyme

you couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and when her children left Wilbur, you were uncontrollably sobbing.  Looking over at Jeff in the dim light, you could see the tears shining on his face as well, and when the bell rang, he pressed a strong hand onto your shoulder.  “Stay here,” he commanded, then he led the students out to the bus.

“What’s with her?” one of your pupils asked as they walked past your desk.

“She hasn’t been the same since that hamster ate it,” another replied.

When he left, you cried even harder, so frustrated and disappointed that he wasn’t I.Z., that the feelings that grew stronger every day for him were so misguided, and you laid your head on your desk and bawled until you felt gentle fingers combing through your hair.

“Y/N?” Jeff said quietly, “are you okay?”

You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of your desk, and wiped the tears off your heated face, embarrassed by your outburst.  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

His mouth pulled into a disbelieving frown.  “It’s okay, you know.  That-that shit hits a little different now than it did when we were kids.”

“Yeah, I can’t even hardly listen to ‘Landslide’ when it comes on the radio anymore.  I just thought life would be different by now.  The scenery would’ve changed or-or something.”

He leaned forward and wiped another falling tear off your face.  “It’s hard when you don’t have your soulmate.  I know.”  He moved even closer, placing a warm hand on the side of your wet cheek, and you nearly turned your head to kiss his palm when you heard a small voice say, “Mr. Isbell, I missed the bus.”

“Ok, Iris, I’ll help you get home,” he said, sliding his hand off your face, then he hopped off the desk and walked her out the door.

“People are talking, you know,” Patti snapped.

“They really are going to be talking if I have to wear this dress.”  Especially when my nipples spring out and see the light of day.

“Yeah, that blue is too pretty.  Can’t have me being upstaged.  Girl,” she barked, and the shopgirl appeared in the large dressing area.  “Get me another tea length option.”

You turned this way, then that, struggling to free yourself from the zipper in the back, feeling your armpits beginning to sweat.  It had been hours since Patti had picked you up, and you had been through nearly every strapless dress in the store.  You threw on your robe, then pulled the curtain back to look into Patti’s snarling face.

“Everybody’s talking about you and this Jeff Isbell.  Fran even left a passive aggressive post on Facebook about certain people being in each other’s classrooms all the time, and I had to like it.  Plus Cynthia made an Insta post about him coming out of your class crying while he put the kids on the bus.  I liked that too.”

You accepted a glass of champagne from the tired looking attendant with a gentle “Thank you.”  “Let ‘em talk,” you said, taking a sip.  “They will anyway.”

Patti held up the dress, eyeing it critically, then shook her head and sighed like the overdramatic pain in the ass she was.  “You know, I didn’t want to have to do this, but I really can’t have my dream wedding be overshadowed by whatever kind of scandal you’re determined to get yourself swept up in.”

It was all you could do to not spit out your champagne.  She was so irrational it was funny, and it almost sounded like-

“I really am sorry, Y/N, but I can’t have you coming to our wedding with everyone talking about you and him.  It’ll take all the focus from me, and that can never happen.”

Fighting the urge to twerk with your ass in her face all around the dressing room, you put your clothes back on while Patti pecked at her phone.

“Did you call me an Uber?” you asked, pulling your shoes on.

“Hell no.  I told Brittany Clark she was moving up in the ranks and to get down here right now.  I only have this room for 15 more minutes.  You can get your own damn Uber, tramp.”

It had been over a week since you’d seen Blaze, but to your amazement, he was sitting on your front porch when you arrived home.

“Where have you been?” he asked, slowly standing up, the pain in his knees from riding bulls for years evident.

“I fed a loudmouth bitch a meal that’s called Fist City,” you said, shaking your sore knuckles.

“Really?” he laughed.  “Are you on the run?”

“Maybe,” you said, wrapping your arms around.  “But you’re the outlaw stealing my heart.”

“Well,” he sighed, pulling away from you and turning away, “you may ask for me to give it back.”

“Why?  Blaze, why?”

“They took my saddle in Houston,” he whispered.

You opened your front door, then turned to him.  “Get in here,” you said, pulling him into your arms.

“I may be through with bull riding, but you ain’t through riding bull riders,” he laughed.

“I’ll never be over riding bull riders,” you smiled, throwing your leg over his.  “And you’ll never be through riding bulls.  You just have to get back on the bull that threw you.”

“I thought that was the horse.”

“Whatever.  The point is, Blaze, you can’t give up.  Don’t stop believing.  Hold onto that feeling, when the bull starts bucking and the clock is ticking.  Hold onto that immortal feeling, cause that’s all you got.”

“No, baby,” he growled, rolling you underneath him.  “I got you too.”

“You got me forever, Blaze, if that’s what you want.”  You reached up and wiped the tears off his face, then kissed the tip of his nose.  “How very special we are.”

“Like Mother Earth and Father Time,” he replied, then pressed his lips to yours.

[softlass27]

yes, ya girl accidentally turned what was meant to be a short, fluffy prompt into 4000 words and ended up having to post it a day late. what can you do? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

kind of a continuation of my “end of chaddy” ficlet from last week, but you don’t need to have read that to follow this one. as long as you’re aware of the hoped-for chas/al affair :)

Flufftober day 3 – But you said

AO3 link here

“So uh… ” Aaron sidles up to Robert while he’s cooking tea, snaking both arms around his waist. “You remember how you love me?”

Robert drops his knife on the chopping board and twists around to stare down at his husband, suspicions already raised. “Yes… it rings a bell. Why?”

“No reason,” Aaron blinks up at him with a innocent look that’s not dissimilar to the one Seb gives them when he’s been caught eating a biscuit before mealtime. “Just… remember that, okay?”

“What’ve you done?”

“It’s nothin’ bad! Except… I sort of… toldPaddyhecouldstaywithus.”

“Excuse me?” Aaron’s already starting to make his escape, but Robert grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. “Oh no, you don’t. You told Paddy he could what?”

“It won’t be for long.”

“I agree, it won’t be any time at all. Because it’s not happening.”

“Look, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Marlon has a full house, there’s no room for him there.”

“Not my problem.” Robert can genuinely, sincerely, think of nothing worse than having Paddy Kirk for a houseguest. He only just got rid of Cain, for Christ’s sake. “Why’s he moved out anyway? Your mum’s the one who slept with someone else, isn’t the cheater the one who’s supposed to get kicked out?”

Aaron raises an eyebrow. “You’d rather live with my mother, then?”

“No thanks, I already did my time.”

“No need to make it sound like it was a prison sentence,” Aaron fires back with a roll of his eyes. There’s no response Robert can offer that won’t end with him sleeping on the sofa, so he keeps his mouth shut. “Mum has to stay in the pub, it’s where she works. And to be honest, I don’t think Paddy ever really liked living there, he didn’t want to stay.”

“And now he’s got his sights set on our place, does he?”

“Only for a few days!” Aaron says quickly. “Just until he gets himself sorted and finds somewhere more permanent. Look, he took me in when no one else would, the least I can do is return the favour for a couple of nights. Please? For me?”

Robert sighs and takes a moment to contemplate the things he does for the sake of his marriage.

“Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “A few days.”

Aaron’s face lights up and he pecks him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“When’s he coming, then?”

“In about… ” Aaron glances at the clock. “Five minutes?”

“Wha – five minutes, are you kidding me? Aaron, get back here. Aaron!”

*

Day One. It’s been just over twelve hours and Robert’s at the end of his tether.

The man sitting across from him at the kitchen table slurps his tea disgustingly loudly, chewing with his mouth open and getting toast crumbs all over himself and the table. Robert’s three-year-old has better table manners.

“So, you and me?” He says to Aaron with his mouth full, grinning widely, no sign of his misery from the night before. “Roomies again, eh?”

His high-pitched giggle makes Robert miss Cain. At least he’d had the decency not to talk during breakfast. Or at all, really.

Aaron gives him a fond look from where he’s buttering his own toast (Robert’s fresh sourdough loaf is going to be gone by tomorrow, he just knows it) and nods. “Just like the old days.”

“Until you get your own place sorted, of course,” Robert says loudly from behind his newspaper, an outwardly pleasant smile plastered across his face. “How’s that going, by the way? Making time for flat viewings in between your appointments with pregnant cows?”

The grin drops from Paddy’s face and he fixes Robert with the same scowl he’s been levelling at him for the past six years.

“Haven’t found anywhere yet,” he mutters moodily.

“But there’s no rush,” Aaron’s quick to add, sitting at the table next to him. “You’ve been through a lot these last few days, you can stay as long as you need.”

Paddy nods morosely, face like a wet weekend. “I just… I can’t believe she – that this has happened. I thought – I just didn’t see – see it coming.”

Funny, Robert saw it coming a mile off.

“Me neither,” Aaron pats Paddy’s arm, already shooting Robert a look that clearly says don’t you dare.

And just like that, Paddy’s taking off his glasses and blubbering into his napkin, like he had been for most of last night. Rambling on and on about shock and betrayal and how he just doesn’t know how he’s meant to get through this.

“Well,” Robert closes his newspaper. “How did you get through it the last time she cheated on you?”

Paddy is stunned into silence. He gapes at Robert like a fish, face torn between shock and outrage.

“Don’t you need to be getting to work now, Rob?” Aaron asks, exasperation radiating off him in waves.

“Suppose so.” He leans over to plant a kiss on Aaron’s lips, trying hard to ignore the pitiful sniffling next to him. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. See you in a bit.”

No sooner is Robert in the car, he gets a text from Aaron.

You’re a menace.

He chuckles and set off for work.

*

“Please tell me you’re not here for food,” Victoria begs when Robert turns up at the pub later that day. “Marlon’s decided that since Chas has A – cheated on his best mate, and B – slept with the man who ruined his marriage to Jessie, he doesn’t want to see her right now. Which means he’s not coming into work, which means that muggins here is now stuck holding the fort in the kitchen all day.”

She throws her hands in the air in frustration, face sweaty and chef’s hat askew, and any inclination Robert had had to ask for some chips quickly vanishes.

“No ta, just came for a drink.”

“Oh, thank God. Right, can’t stop, too many pies to make.” Without further ado, she turns on her heel and scurries back towards the kitchen.

“Stellar customer service skill as always, Vic!” Robert calls after her, just as Chas herself appears in her place. “Chastity,” Robert smiles and rests his elbows on the bar.

His mother-in-law watches him warily. People have been sending filthy looks and snide comments her way all week (Priya and the Sharmas have more friends and influence in the village than she could ever dream of), so she’s somewhat on edge.

“What can I get you?”

“Just a pint, please?”

She nods shortly and grabs a glass.

“So… how’s Al?”

Chas stops pulling the pint, tired and baggy eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?”

“Just making conversation.”

“Well, I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Understood.”

She huffs and continues filling his glass in silence.

“So should Aaron and I put his name on your Christmas card this year or – ?”

Chas slams the pint down and storms into the back, leaving a smirking Charity to take his money.

“You’re a brave man, Robert Sugden,” Moira grins from where she’s perched further down the bar.

“It’s because of her that I’m stuck with Paddy snoring in my spare room, I’m beyond caring.” He takes a gulp of his pint and heads in her direction. “Besides, I’ve gotta get my kicks from somewhere. Chas Dingle making a mistake like the rest of us mere mortals, I couldn’t resist.”

He can’t pretend he isn’t enjoying everyone getting a stark reminder of just how much of a hypocrite Aaron’s mum can be – he’s had to deal with it since the day he and Aaron got together – longer, even. She may act civil enough for her son’s sake, but Robert knows that Chas has never quite trusted him – not even after they got married properly – and that she was always looking for an excuse to use his past against him. Never mind all the wrong she’d done and the hurt she’d caused people over the years.

“Ah well, can’t say I blame you,” Moira’s smile dims into something more contemplative. “After all the grief she gave me for what happened with Cain last year, I’m tempted to get a small dig in myself.”

Christ, at least Robert's not the only one. How many times has someone in the village had to hear Chas Dingle gleefully whip out her classic mantra from behind the bar? Once a cheat, always a cheat.

Moira shakes her head, face brightening as she holds out her glass. “Well, here’s to us mere mortals, then.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Robert clinks his glass to hers. “Cheers.”

*

“House rules.”

On Day Two, Robert slaps a piece of paper down in front of Paddy, startling him so badly he nearly drops his phone.

“S-sorry what?”

“House rules. For you to follow while you’re staying here.”

Paddy picks it up tentatively. “It’s… laminated.”

“It’s Rob’s latest toy at work, don’t question it,” Aaron scoffs from the sofa. “He laminated our shopping list last week.”

“Take the recycling out on Tuesdays… don’t touch Robert’s coffee pods…no talking to Aaron while Top Gear’s on… only ten minutes in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“B-but you two have an en-suite! I’m the only one using the bathroom, why does it matter how long I take?”

“The rules are there to be followed, not questioned.”

“But – ”

“Do you want our rent-free spare bedroom or not?”

“…Yes.”

“Well then.”

*

“So then I told the bloke,” Aaron says from his perch on the kitchen counter, banging his feet against the cupboard. “He bloody well take what was agreed in the contract, or I’m gonna tell every scrap contact I know to never work with him again. He changed his tune pretty quickly after that.”

“Absolutely ruthless, I’m so proud,” Robert grins, before whacking Aaron’s leg with the wooden spoon in his hand. “Stop that.”

Aaron rolls his eyes, but brings his swinging feet to a stop. “What’re we havin’ for tea, then?”

“Stir fry do you?”

“Mmm, yeah. With… ” Aaron picks up a packet of quinoa, frowning at the label. “Kwin-oh?”

Robert stares at him. “I think the word you’re looking for is quinoa.”

“Whatever, it’s a daft spelling.”

Robert plucks the packet out of his grasp. “You’re lucky you’re fit.”

“You’re lucky I have a thing for pretentious arseholes.”

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”

“Mmhm.”

Aaron moves half a second before Robert does, flying off the counter and dashing away just as Robert makes a grab for him. He chases his child of a husband around the kitchen a few times, knocking into the chairs and sending a bag of peppers careering to the floor before he manages to get hold of him.

“Rob, no, don’t!” Aaron cackles as Robert’s fingers dig into his ribs, tickling him mercilessly. “Stop, stop it, I’m sorry, stoooppp!”

They both laughing so loudly, they almost miss the awkward cough that comes from the living room. Robert moves his hands from Aaron’s sides to rest on the small of his back, as they turn their heads to see Paddy watching them uncomfortably from the sofa.

Honestly, Robert had forgotten he was there.

“Alright, Paddy?” Aaron asks breathlessly, hands travelling up Robert’s chest to rest on his shoulders.

“Fine,” Paddy says shortly, still watching them with a mixture of annoyance, discomfort and… something else that Robert can’t quite put his finger on. He’s not sure he likes it. “Just… ” he wafts a hand in the direction of his laptop. “Trying to find a solicitor so I can sort out access to Evie. Could do with a bit of peace and quiet.”

“Well it’s very quiet in the spare room,” Robert offers, wincing when Aaron pinches the side of his neck.

“Ignore him, Paddy. Sorry, we’ll keep the noise down, let you concentrate.”

“No, actually I think I will go up to my room,” Paddy gathers his things and heads for the stairs. “Would rather be on my own anyway.”

As soon as he’s out of sight, Aaron rolls his eyes at Robert.

“I know he’s a bit of a pain, but would it kill you to cut him some slack?”

“Er, we shouldn’t have to ‘keep the noise down’ in our own house. It’s not like you’re still a teenager, Aaron!”

Aaron quirks a half-smile at him. “Dunno, might be sort of fun. Waiting ’til the grownups are gone so we don’t get caught, sneaking out later so we can be alone.”

“Oh yeah?” Robert raises an eyebrow. “The teenage romance thing doing it for you, is it?”

“Well it’s not like I got to do much of it the first time around, what with, y’know, not being out.” Aaron leans in to whisper in Robert’s ear. “Fancy goin’ for a snog at the cricket pavilion after tea?”

Robert shivers and turns to nuzzle at Aaron’s neck. “Make it a hand job and you’re on.”

*

That unreadable look that Paddy had given them, the one that had put Robert on edge, keeps making a reappearance.

It happens when Robert flops down on top of Aaron where he’s stretched out on the sofa, bumping his head against Aaron’s chest until he starts running slow fingers through his hair. They stay curled up together like that for the rest of the night while they watch TV, and more than once, Robert spots Paddy out of the corner of his eye. Just… staring at them with his brow furrowed, mouth twisting with displeasure. He almost looks... angry?

He does it again when Robert presses Aaron’s morning coffee into his hands with a warm kiss, and again when they talk excitedly about all the stuff they’re planning to do with Seb when he next comes to stay, and again basically every time they show the slightest bit of affection to each other.

“Oh, did you manage sort out the electricity bill yesterday?” Robert asks Aaron on the morning of Day Four.

Aaron opens his mouth to answer, but Paddy’s incredulous scoff cuts him off.

Robert blinks at him. “Something funny?”

“No, it’s just… Aaron doing the bills?” That high-pitched laugh of his returns, this time accompanied by a series of snorts. “There’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear.”

“Why not?”

“Well… it’s not really your thing, is it Aaron?”

“Pretty sure dealing with bills is something most adults are capable of dealing with,” Robert says, eyebrows raised.

“What, you think I just make Rob sort out everything for me?” Aaron adds with a slightly bemused laugh.

The mirth in Paddy’s eyes has dimmed rapidly, his giggling taking a more nervous turn. “No, that’s not – I mean – I’ve just never seen it, I suppose. You never had much interest in that side of things when you lived with me.”

“When I was 18?” Aaron’s brow crinkles in confusion. “I think I’ve grown up a bit since then, Paddy.”

“Oh, you definitely have,” Robert murmurs with a wink, snickering when Aaron whacks him on the arm. “So, electricity bill?”

“Yeah, I finally managed to speak to an actual human on the phone, for once. Got ’im to refund all of the money they overcharged us.”

“Brilliant, can finally tick that off the to-do list.” Robert kisses him lightly. “My hero.”

Aaron snorts. “Alright, soft lad.”

There’s that odd look again, Robert can just sense it. He doesn’t know what Paddy’s problem is but he doesn’t care, not really. Not when he’ll be out of their hair sooner rather than later.

*

It all comes to a head on Day Six. Frankly, Robert’s amazed they made it almost a whole week without someone snapping.

It’s early evening, Robert washing the dishes and humming along to the radio while he waits for Aaron to bring a takeaway home. Paddy sits at the kitchen table, sausage-like fingers bashing at the keyboard so slowly it’s making Robert’s eye twitch.

There’s a loud sigh from behind him, shortly followed by some frustrated whispering. Followed by another, louder, sigh.

Robert grits his teeth.“Something wrong?”

“The flat I was meant to be viewing tomorrow, someone’s just flippin’ taken it.”

“Ah. Well, something will turn up soon.” Please let it turn up soon.

“This isn’t fair,” Paddy mutters a moment later, bitterness dripping from every word as he slams the laptop closed. “I’m the injured party here, why should I have to be the one who ends up homeless?”

“Didn’t think you’d want to stay at the pub, Aaron said you were never keen on it.”

“I’m not,” Paddy snaps. “But it’s the principle of it!”

“Ah, the principle. Of course, what was I thinking?” It wasn’t so long ago that Paddy’s principles had very nearly screwed up Johnny’s adoption for Vanessa and Charity. Robert hadn’t forgotten.

“You know what, Sugden?” Robert wipes his hands on a dishcloth and turns to see Paddy looking at him with narrowed eyes. “I have had just about enough of you and your attitude.”

Christ, it’s like living on the farm again.

“Well if you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”

“Oh, I bet you’d just love that. Although if I wasn't forced to be here, then you wouldn’t be able to rub it in my face anymore, would you?”

Robert stares at him, baffled. He turns off the radio. “…You’ve lost me. Rub what in your face?”

“Oh, come on, you think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

“Paddy, I genuinely have no idea what you’re on about.”

“You!” Paddy jerks to his feet, shoving his chair back so hard it almost tips over. “You, showing off all the time, shoving it in my face like you’re trying to prove that you’re this perfect, loved-up couple when I’ve lost – when I’m going through… ”

Robert can honestly say he’s never met a man as pathetic as the one stood on front of him.

“Is that what the funny looks have been about?” His jaw nearly drops when Paddy just glares, confirming his suspicions. “So what, you’re just… I don’t know, jealous that Aaron and I have a good relationship while yours has crashed and burned – ”

“Jealous?!” Paddy splutters, his words angry and halting. “Of you? Don’t you – acting as if you’re better – don’t you dare look down on me and my relationship with Chas.”

“What, like you’ve looked down on me all these years?”

“That’s different, entirely different.”

“Oh yeah?” Robert sneers, Paddy’s sheer audacity ruffling his feathers. “How’s that, then?”

“Because you – you're Mr Shifty. Doesn’t matter how hard you try with the ‘nice guy’ act, you always have been and you always will be,” Paddy snarls, teeth bared. “And fine, maybe you and Aaron are happy now, but relationships are hard work, even strong ones can fall apart just like that. You don’t know anything about my relationship! When you’ve been through something like what Chas and I have, losing a child – you have no idea.”

“No, I don’t. I can’t imagine. But that doesn’t give you the right to have a go at me and accuse me of all sorts in my own house.”

“It does when what I’m saying is true. And I’m not about to sit here and listen to a lecture from another cheater like you.” Paddy smirks nastily, folding his arms triumphant. “If there’s one thing I’ve learnt these last few days, is that those sorts of people don’t change, not really.”

“Is this the moment where I bring up Tess, or…?”

And that, apparently, is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

“How dare you?” Paddy hisses, apoplectic with rage. “Standing there on your high horse, like you think we’ve all just forgotten what you are. Well, maybe other people have, but I definitely haven’t.”

He jabs a vicious finger in Robert’s direction.

“You’re the same smug, arrogant piece of scum you always were, and eventually Aaron will see that for himself," his voices raises to a shout, spit flying from his mouth. “Maybe things between the two of you are fine now, but they won’t be forever. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll screw up again, just like you always do, and the wool will fall from his eyes. He’ll figure out that he can do better than you.”

“Will I, now?”

There’s a long, ringing silence, and Robert and Paddy both turn to see Aaron standing in the living room, coat and shoes still on and a takeaway bag dangling from his hand. The look in his eyes is as dark as thunder.

“A-aaron I – ” Paddy stammers, face paling. "I wasn’t… ”

“You weren’t what? Havin' a go at my husband and slagging off my marriage behind my back?”

“I – that wasn’t what I was trying to do – ”

“No? Because it definitely sounded like it.” Aaron tosses the takeaway bag on the coffee table. “So what, Paddy, not only do you think I’m rubbing my marriage if your face, you also think I’m trapped in a relationship with some master manipulator and I’m just too thick to notice?”

“No!” Paddy lurches towards him, stopping in his tracks when Aaron takes a swift step back. “No, of c-course not, I meant him, not you. I just – Aaron, he started it! He was winding me up!”

“I’m sure he was,” Aaron looks at Robert and his glare briefly softens into fond irritation, before his gaze snaps back to Paddy. “But that’s no excuse to say any of what you just did. Can you blame Robert for havin’ a go sometimes when you treat him like that?”

“I’m just – I’m just looking out for you.”

“That’s not what that was,” Aaron purses his lips together before sighing, hands on his hips. “You know what, Paddy, I think you’d better find somewhere else to stay from now on. The B&B probably has a room free.”

“What?” Paddy gapes at him, shocked. “Aaron please, I’m sorry, I won’t say anything else, I swear – ”

“No,” Aaron cuts him off. “Seb’s coming tomorrow, and I don’t really want him around this sort of atmosphere. It was gonna be a bit cramped with the four of us anyway.”

“But – but you said I could stay as long as I want.”

“I did, but that was before you threw my hospitality back in my face. Besides, if it’s so hard to watch me and Robert be happy together, then the Mill definitely isn’t the place for you.”

Paddy gawks at him for a moment, before scowling and trying a different tack. “So that’s it, you’re taking his side over mine?”

He gestures to Robert without actually looking at him. Robert would be offended if he wasn’t feeling so smug right now.

“He is my husband, and I'll thank you to remember that,” Aaron all but growls, not giving an inch, and Robert feels something warm swoop through his chest. “Now pack your stuff and get out, before I say something I regret.”

Paddy’s shoulders slump, as it clearly hits him that no amount of begging or guilt-tripping is going to work in his favour. “Fine.”

He lumbers up the stairs, leaving Robert and Aaron alone. They gravitate towards each other, meeting next the sofa.

“I’m sorry he said all that stuff, it wasn’t okay,” Aaron murmurs, thumbs stroking gently over Robert’s forearms.

“S’alright,” Robert dips his head, shooting him a slightly lopsided smile. “It’s not like I haven’t heard worse from him, I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to be,” Aaron frowns unhappily. “I didn’t think he still felt that way about you – about us. Not anymore.”

There’s nothing Robert can really say to make it better, so he settles for pressing a soft kiss to Aaron’s forehead. Eventually, Aaron tips his head back to look him in the eye.

“Well, all that stops now,” he says firmly, face full of resolve. “I’m not havin’ it.”

They stay pressed together until Paddy reappears with his bags, mouth downturned.

“I’ll be off, then… ” He stares at Aaron, most likely waiting for him to say something, to tell him he’s sorry and he’s changed his mind. “See if I can find somewhere to sleep tonight.”

“Right, good luck with that,” is all Aaron says, jaw set and arms folded. “Can see yourself out, can’t you?”

Paddy blinks, before looking down at the floor and nodding. He trudges out the door, leaving not with a bang, but a whimper.

There’s a brief silence, before Aaron moves to pick up the takeaway bag and gives Robert a small smile. “So… curry?”

*

Later that night, as Robert walks along the landing, he pauses outside the spare bedroom. He pokes his head in and flicks on the light, grinning at the blissfully empty space. Not a single relative in sight.

“Rob!” Aaron calls from their bedroom. “You comin’ to bed anytime soon or do I have to start without you?”

“Coming!”

Robert flicks off the light and closes the door.

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

How about 11 for ShieldShock. :D

Darcy/Steve + “You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.” 1940s AU with Pre-Serum Steve, because I love him.

“What was it this time?” Darcy huffs, pressing the steak from her icebox to Steve’s slowly blackening eye before setting it back in its place.  It might be the fifth or sixth time so far that she’s found him bruised up in an alley with an asshole or two kicking him while he’s down.  And as powerful as it makes her feel to land the blows Bucky’s taught her - that he’s taught both of them - that knock a guy out who least expects it, all that satisfaction melts away by the time she tucks herself into Steve’s shoulder and leads him back to her apartment.

“Muggin’,” Steve grumbles, only wincing a little when she dabs at his split lip.  “On the bright side, I got the gal’s purse back.”

“Steve.”  She leans back against her bed, letting her head bounce on the mattress.  “Is it really so hard to call for help?  Or...I don’t know, throw something from a distance where you’re not likely to get your ass kicked?”

“You know if I see a bad spot I gotta do somethin’.”  He pushes himself across the floor to sit cross-legged beside her, looking into his lap with a thin blush across his cheeks.  “Just sorry you gotta pick up my pieces all the time.”

Like she’s done so many times before, Darcy laces her fingers between Steve’s and rests her head on his shoulder.  It’s hard not to soften at his honesty - for as long as she’s known him, all he’s ever wanted is to do what’s right, damn the rest.  If it didn’t cost him a constant beating and her, her sanity over his constant beatings, she’d be totally behind that cause.

“Well, Bucky’s not here to finish the fights you start, so…”

He smiles and gently nudges her knee with his.  “I kinda like seeing you finish ‘em.  You’re like my...guardian angel with flyin’ fists.”

She snorts.  “He must’ve really rung your bell on that one, Stevie.”

“No, really.”  His thumb strokes a small circle over the side of her hand, a small movement that shouldn’t send a wave of butterflies to her stomach.  Darcy swallows, and leans into his side.  “I see ya standin’ over me, sometimes I...think I could kiss you.”

Her heart jumps into her throat.  “And why don’t you?”

He sits straighter, pulling himself away from her, everything except his hand in hers.  “‘Cause you deserve somebody who knows how to kiss.  Somebody who’d kiss you off your feet, till you couldn’t see straight, day and night.  Not somebody who...couldn’t kiss you for more than a second without passin’ out.”

“That ain’t true,” she mumbles, and pulls his hand back into her lap.  “I bet you could kiss for...ten seconds without passin’ out.”

A forlorn little laugh escapes his lips.  “C’mon, Darce.”

She adjusts her body to face him, sitting cross-legged like a couple of teenagers hiding from their parents.  “Dare you to try.”

His nose bumps softly against hers, but when Steve kisses his best friend for the first time, it’s like she’s been waiting her whole life to kiss him back.

For the record, their first kiss lasts for all of fifteen seconds or so.  Every kiss after that kind of blends together, until he’s got her off her feet, until she can’t see straight, until night falls over Brooklyn.

When they finally break apart, because it’s Darcy who’s forgotten how to breathe right, her back to her bed and her blouse forgotten on the floor, she smiles and presses her lips to the tip of his nose as she catches her breath.  “Told you.”

[stripper-patrick]

Work Shift❄️ Ethan Dolan

Warnings: strippers, lap dance, teasing, CEO! Ethan, little bit of fluff

Relationship: Ethan Dolan x black plus sized reader

My music hits and I take the stage confidently. I wrap my hand around the pole and bounce my ass to the beat of my song Beef FloMix by Flo Milli.

I like cash and my hair to my ass (I do)

Do the dash, can you make it go fast? (Go, go)

Fuck the fame, all I want is them bands (Money)

If she keep on muggin', I'ma steal her man (I got him)

I bend over letting it bounce. I can see a man watching me.

Damn he’s fine. I stand up straight and look directly into his eyes lifting myself up on the pole. I wrap my legs around it securing myself and I turn upside down sticking my tongue out. Money is flying everywhere and luckily I don’t see any $1 bills in sight. They’re all 20’s 50’s and even 100’s. The man is still watching me.

Soon the song ends and I grab all of my cash and walk backstage where I see my friend Kiana.

“Hey did you kill it?”

“Hell yes and there was a fine ass dude out there staring at me”

“Girl you better hop on it you know that’s rare to find a cute one here” I nod in agreeableness

“So does this mean your gonna have to quit being a stripper cause I don’t think I can do this without you” she smiles

“Depending on what time I get off” I start my new job tomorrow and I’m very excited but I will miss dancing.

“Well since you said there’s a cute one go give him a show” she winks. I stash my money away in my locker and nod. “Why not one time for the one time” I change into a very revealing 2 piece and go out to the bar. I watch the guys every move as he watches me. He’s so mysterious. I walk up to Joey who’s serving drinks.

“Lemme get a double decker”

“Make that two please” I look back seeing the man. I smile. He pulls out a $100 and hands it to Joey.

“They’re very expensive I hope you know” I say

“I know” He whips up our drinks and his eyes are trained on me.

“What’s your name?”

“Honey you?” “Ethan”

“Nice to meet you” our drinks are set in front of us and I grab mine.

“A toast?” He suggests. I nod and wait “to tonight”

“To tonight” we cheers and throw it back.

“That’s good” I smile

“Do you want a dance?” I ask

“Sure” I grab his large hand and take him to the back of the club. He sits down and I straddle his lap grinding on him slowly. “How long you been doing this?”

“About 3 years” he nods

“Can I?” His hand is near my ass and I nod. He rests it on there squeezing occasionally. I bite my lip and wrap my arms around his neck grinding upwards “So Honey... what’s your real name?”

“I don’t disclose that” I stand up and turn around. He smacks my ass and I smile laughing.

“You single?”

“Maybe maybe not”

“Mhmm” Once the song is over I stand up. He hands me 200 dollars “the dances are only $50”

“I know Honey” he winks and stands up walking away. I stuff the money in my bra and keep working.

...

I wake up and turn off my alarm. I groan standing up and walking into the bathroom tripping over my duffle bag. I brush my teeth and wash my face before starting on my hair and makeup.

I finish within 5 minutes not wanting to do too much for my first day. I go to my closet and grab a blue blouse. I pair it with some black pants and nude heels. I grab some jewelry and my purse making sure I grab my computer before leaving out.

...

I enter the building on time and take a minute to look around. There are people running around like crazy and I look at the big office with the foggy glass. A girl approaches me with a smile.

“Hi you must be new. I’m Courtney”

“Nice to meet you I’m Y/N” I shake her hand and we begin walking.

“I’m gonna take you to the boss’s office so you can get settled” we arrive and she knocks lightly.

“Come in” his voice sounds familiar. Courtney opens the door and I look ahead seeing Ethan from last night. No fucking way. I can tell he’s just as shocked as I am.

“Shut the door” Ethan says sternly. Courtney shuts it coming in and he stares at her. She nods leaving and closing it behind her.

“Please have a seat”

“Good morning Mr. Dolan”

“Good morning... Honey”

“I notice you remember me from last night”

“I do in fact you were on my mind all night” his voice is deep and his cologne fills the room in the best way.

“Was I? I’m glad I left a good impression but I’m also nervous that it will impact my career here”

“Don’t worry about that” he grabs my resume and reads over it smiling to himself “ok so your good in math excellent if I may add”

“Yes sir”

“So you’ll be on my team where you’ll calculate business deals and offers seeing if they’re good or not”

“Great”

“In fact we have a meeting today and I’d like for you to accompany me since I recently fired Madeline. She had the same job as you but acted inappropriately towards the dealers”

“If I may... what did she do so I know to steer clear of that behavior?”

“She tried to fuck me and other men here” he says bluntly as if we were talking about the weather.

“Yes sir” I nod. Ethan stands tall and I do the same. He opens the door for me and I walk out waiting for him to lead the way. He locks his office and we walk outside.

“I’ll show you your office tomorrow” I nod trying to keep up with him in these damn heels. He stops abruptly in front of a Ferrari. My jaw drops and I look at him.

“What”

“This car is beautiful”

“Thank you” he opens the door for me

“Where are we going?”

“The meeting” I look at him and step in the car. I sit my purse under my legs and he shuts the door before jogging to the other side. His car is so luxurious that I’m afraid if I move I’ll damage it. I most definitely can not afford the repairs.

Ethan gets in and starts the car letting it rev up. He places his hand behind my headrest and backs out before pulling off at a lightning speed.

“So this meeting will basically entail these three company’s are each offering x amount of money to be partners with my business which is number one in the world”

“It must be fun doing this and alone I assume”

“It’s only fun if you make it which I try every now and then” I nod

“You look stiff”

“If I damage your car in any sort of way I’ll have to give you my liver for it” I smile. He watches me then goes back to the road.

In due time we arrive at a large building in the heart of California. It’s called Jefferson Trade Co.

We get out and he helps me. His hands are soft and I see a few tattoos as well. He shuts the door and walks in ahead of me holding the door. A real gentleman.

“Thank you” he walks up to the reception desk and I look up looking at the ceiling. It’s very intricate and beautiful. “Y/N” I snap my head forward and Ethan is waiting for me along with the receptionist.

“Sorry” I catch up and we get into an elevator. It has clear windows which view the entire city.

“Wow” I turn around and feels Ethan’s eyes on my butt. He comes down to my ear “last night was amazing” I smile to myself continuing to look. The door dings. I look at the floor and we’re on the 15th.

“We’re really high up”

“Yea”

“Right this way” we exit the elevator and head to the huge meeting room. It looks like it could hold 200 people. I see a row of gentlemen and a middle seat. I’m assuming for Ethan.

“Mr. Dolan it’s nice to meet you”

“Ethan please” he smiles shaking everyone’s hand. I’m the only woman here. “Who’s this?” The men eye me like a full course meal. Pigs. “This is Y/N she’s the brains of the room she’ll be calculating for us”

“How do you do” a man kisses my hand and I smile.

“Now if you gentlemen will stop staring at her like that and we can get this meeting started” Ethan sits and down and I realize there’s no more chairs for me. Luckily there’s a long table for high chairs... but no high chairs. I set my purse down and take out my computer opening Microsoft word and getting started on the notes. “Uh can you please say your name once you present so I can write it down” they nod and the first man stands up.

“Ok first up August Montgomery” Ethan says “do you want a chair?”

“No I’m ok”

“Get her a chair” August walks out and grabs a chair for me. Ethan pulls it next to him and I smile thanking him. I set my computer on the table and sit next to Ethan.

“Thank you Mr. Dolan” “Ethan” I nod. August starts his presentation stating why his and our company would be a perfect match.

I grab a pen and my notebook writing down his calculations as well as ours seeing if there’s more damage than prosperity to our company. I’ve done my research on us.

Once Mr. Montgomery is finished with his presentation next is the man that kissed my hand. Ethan looks at me “Kevin Cordell” I nod typing his name. His hand accidentally touched my thigh and I blush slightly and keep typing.

....

We’ve concluded the meeting and I place my laptop in my bag. “Uh do you wanna grab something to eat?” He asks

“Sure” we walk all the way back to his car where he helps me in and gets in himself.

“Have you heard of Sarabellum?”

“I have but there stuff is expensive”

“I know have you ever been though?”

“No”

“Let’s go”

“Wait Mr. Dolan-“ “Ethan” he corrects

“Ethan I can’t possibly afford the food”

“Ok I’m paying for you”

“No Ethan I can’t ask you to do that”

“Your not asking me sweetheart I’m telling you”

“I’m going to pay you back”

“Ok” he smirks

....

We’re in the restaurant and I’m looking around.

“I love how observant you are. That’s a good thing for the work you’ll be doing for me” I smile and the waitress comes up and orders our drinks.

“Can I have a water please”

“Bourbon” she nods and leaves. I look at the menu and my eyes settle for a chicken Caesar salad. 27.67 for a salad.

I look seeing Ethan’s eyes already on mine.

“What?” he shakes his head “Nothing I think I’ll get the chicken breast”

“Are we ready?” The waitress asks. Ethan looks at me and I nod. “I’ll have the chicken Caesar salad”

“Are you sure?” I nod he nods “I’ll have the chicken breast”Once we finish eating he drives me back to the lot and walks me to my car.

“You can go home for the day I couldn’t imagine doing that much math” I shrug “It’s easy if you don’t think about it”

“What about mistakes?” I smile “There are none of you’ve been doing it as long as I have” I smile. I grab my purse going in it. I give him $30 and he shoos it away. “Nope I’m not taking it. I could make that money in a minute”

“Ethan please”

“No it’s 100% ok”

“Fine” I shove the money back in my purse and shake his hand before walking back to my car.

Part 2??

[pocminiseries]

Body Of Gold

➵❤︎ Theme Version: Light ➵❤︎ Pairing: Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook ft. OC ➵❤︎ Warnings: Mature, Threesomes, Foursomes, Poly Relationship, Explicit Language, Adult Content, Oral Sex, MxM ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial ➵❤︎Summary: In which the infamous trio wants to add someone special into their secretive relationship

1. This Could Be Yours.

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"So you just plan on sitting here the entire night, huh?"

Glancing up, Nubia looked towards her best friend, Rashida, as she stood in front of her holding two glasses of champagne. "I thought about it," Nubia softly chuckled, lifting the glass as a thank you.

"Have you said happy birthday to the birthday boy yet?" Rashida questioned, taking a seat on the couch next to Nubia, fixing her gaze on the many guests in attendance.

"Not yet. It's hard to get his attention when everyone else wants it as well," Nubia shrugged, taking a sip of the sweet sparkling wine. The house was filled with his friends and acquaintances, who traveled from all over to surprise him for his special day. The entire night he mingled with as many people as he could, making small talk and catching up with those he hasn't seen in a while. She wasn't sure when was a good time to approach him just yet.

"Right. He still makes you nervous doesn't he?" Rashida observed, already knowing the answer to her question.

"They all do," She replied truthfully, seeing no point in denying what she already knew Rashida was aware of.

A smirk found it's way on Rashida's face at hearing Nubia finally confess. "I don't see why. Anyone with eyes knows they want you," She says as Nubia rolls her eyes.

"For the last time, no they do not," Nubia quickly denies, downing the rest of her champagne and placing the empty glass on the table in front of them.

"I'm speaking facts and you know it. I've seen the way they look at you Nubia. Besides, why do you think Camryn and Keomi don't like you?" Rashida questioned in a duh manner. As soon as Nubia arrived at the party, they were mean muggin the hell out of her. The two women have barely made an effort to get to know her simply because of the attention she received from the men they wanted for themselves.

"They don't like any woman who doesn't abide by their rules," Nubia tells her, not at all fazed by their hatred. This wasn't high school and she wasn't about to play follow the leader with no bitch.

Rashida waved her off. "Please. Both Taehyung and Jimin were ready to rip this dress off of you and Jungkook's eyes have been on you most of the night. You can pretend to be naive if you want, but I know all and see all," She declared, tilting her glass towards Nubia before taking a sip.

"Even if they did want me, who dates three men at once? And what men would be comfortable with sharing one woman? That's crazy," Nubia voiced, wondering how that would even work. She was well aware that were plenty of women and men who would have no problem with the idea but to her, it seemed like a headache.

That lifestyle wasn't for everyone.

"Uhh, you do realize who you're talking to right?" Rashida reminds her, making a face. "Both Hoseok and Namjoon are mine. It's not as challenging as you think. In fact, it's been the easiest relationship that I've been in and you know my struggle when it comes to that."

"Yeah but that's different. You've been close to both of them for years now, you know them." Nubia has only really known the guys for about two years since she returned back to Cali after her military service. She's had a few conversations with them over the phone during that time but that's it. Meeting the guys that Rashida would go on and on about in person was an experience. She had never seen such an insanely attractive group of men in her life.

Still, till this day, they all made her nervous.

Rashida shook her head, knowing that Nubia was just making up excuses. "Well if you'd actually let them in to get to know you, you wouldn't be so damn hesitant. They're good men, trust me."

Nubia sat back against the soft pillows, crossing her legs as she thought about her friend's suggestion. She knew that Rashida would never encourage her to do something if she truly didn't believe it was a good idea. And Nubia really had no reason not to get closer with them. If she wasn't so damn shy it would be easier for her.

"Look, I'll think about it ok? I mean getting to know them, not to date or anything else," Nubia made sure to make that clear, cutting her eyes at Rashida's sly smirk.

"We'll see about that, Queen," Rashida knew that Nubia could only resist them for so long. They've been slowly breaking her down since they met her and she had no idea.

"Ladies..." Spoke a familiar soft voice that Nubia recognized instantly. Turning her gaze to meet someone who instantly made her throat go dry. "I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" He asks, looking between the two beautiful women before his eyes settled on Nubia completely. She felt her heart race as he stood in front of them, looking her over in what felt like slow motion.

"Not at all. I was just leaving to go find Namjoon, have you seen him or Hoseok even?"Rashida questions, standing up from where she sat beside Nubia who was shooting her a pleading look.

Jimin nodded. "I last saw them in the kitchen. They might still be there or outside," He informed her, nodding his head towards the kitchen area.

"Thank you. I'll see you in a little while, alright?" Rashida directed towards a nervous looking Nubia. She had to fight back a laugh by biting her lips. Not waiting around for an answer, Rashida waved bye and quickly made her way to find both of her boyfriend's whereabouts, leaving a vulnerable Nubia to deal with Jimin alone.

Swallowing, Nubia looked down at her hands in her lap, not really knowing what to do. "Queen," He acknowledged, calling her by the nickname that Rashida usually uses. The name had a completely different effect on her when it was used by him by far. Nubia could feel her skin breakout with goosebumps at the way it sounded coming from his mouth.

"Yes, Jimin," She answered, finally lifting her head to see him smiling softly at her. This side of him seemed so soft but she knew there was a demon inside of him just clawing to escape.

"I need a favor from you, would you mind doing it for me?" He asked, holding his hands out for her to take, which she did with surprisingly no hesitance. Helping her stand, Jimin was hit with her womanly scent blessing his senses. It was a smell that he wanted to be all over him every time she was in his presence.

"Of course. What is it?" She agreed, a sense of nervousness flowing through her veins at the way those dark eyes stared into her own.

"We're about to bring out Kookie's cake and I can't seem to find him anywhere. I need to attend to other things, so I can't look for him. Can you go search for him for me? I don't really trust anyone to wander around our house like that," He explained the task with a hint of mischievousness in his eyes that Nubia didn't catch.

"Ok. When I find him, I'll let him know," Nubia nodded, feeling Jimin give her hands a slight squeeze. She felt herself freeze when he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you," He whispered before he pulled back and stepped away, dropping her hands.

Shyly smiling, Nubia took off towards the stairs, thinking it would only make sense to check upstairs first. She figured Jungkook was probably in his room changing clothes or opening a few gifts he wasn't supposed to see just yet. Shaking her head at that, she made her way down the long hall, admiring just how beautiful their house was. She had been here a few times and the size and design of the mansion still amazed her.

Being that they resided in L.A. she could only imagine what a house this big cost.

Looking at the artwork that decorated the walls of the hallway, Nubia suddenly begins to hear a noise other than her heels against the wooden floors as she walked. Slowing down, she listened carefully, making sure that her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. Turning to her side, she could still hear the music that was being played downstairs but it was faint. The noise she heard sounded much closer.

When she took another step, she heard it again. A noise she could only describe as a throaty moan that sounded so much like...Jungkook? Her ears seemed to stretch, not truly believing that's who voice she heard...but then she heard it again, except louder than the previous time. She begins to wonder if he was doing what she thought he was.

A shiver seemed to go down Nubia spine at the noise he was making. The moans of a man were always one of the sexiest noises she's ever heard. There was just something so alluring and sensual when a man isn't afraid of being vocal when he's being pleasured. With no question, Nubia knew her pussy was wet from the single note alone.

Slowly making her way towards the noise, Nubia stopped outside of Jungkook's room where the door was slightly opened, giving her a peek inside. Her eyes immediately landed on Jungkook who wasn't alone like she assumed he would be. Instead, Taehyung stood in front of him with his forehead pressed against his. Allowing her eyes to move down their bodies, her mouth dropped open at what she was witnessing.

"What did I tell you Kook? You're so impatient," Taehyung lowly growled in annoyance.

"Hyung...please, I can't wait. I need this now," Jungkook begged, his whimpering voice caused Nubia to bite her lip as she leaned against the wall, watching them intently.

Taehyung softly shook his head, placing a kiss onto Jungkook's lips, who eagerly returned it. Their heavy breaths filling the air around them. The urgency in the way their mouths moved against each other was something fierce. Nubia could only look on in shock. It had never really occurred to her that something could be going on between the two of them. Sometimes they would do questionable things towards one another but she always she just assumed it was just them being their playful selves.

"Move faster," Jungkook demanded once he pulled away, moving his hips to get the friction he wanted.

Taehyung playfully smirks, squeezing Jungkook's dick unexpectedly, earing a sharp cry from the younger male. "I hate being told what to do, you know that...but since it's your birthday, I'll do as you wish," He mumbles against Jungkook's lips, moving his hand at a quicker pace. The size of Jungkook made Nubia lick her lips at the sight of it.

The ache between her thighs becoming more painful the longer she stood there watching.

With Jungkook hands gripping at the back of Taehyung's shirt, the older male leaned in, attaching his mouth to his neck, sucking on Jungkook's skin. Those heated moans escaping his mouth as Taehyung both his mouth and hand to bring Jungkook closer to his release.

"Tae...please..." Jungkook trembled, knowing that his hyung would understand what he was seeking.

Taehyung chuckled lowly, moving away from his assault on Jungkook's neck. "You couldn't just wait until everyone was gone could you?" He teased.

"No. I haven't seen you in two weeks. You know how I get when you or Jimin aren't around me," Jungkook confessed. "I need you both,"

Nubia's eyes widen at that. This was way beyond what he ever thought could happen. They all just felt like close friends, not lovers...but Nubia has never been good at picking up on signals anyway. The signs were probably all there from the beginning.

"Try to keep your balance this time," Taehyung threw out before he sunk to his knees, practically swallowing as much as Jungkook's dick as he could. It was watching the younger male throw his head back in ecstasy, that finally snapped Nubia out of her daze.

What the hell was she doing just standing there being all creepy and shit by watching them?

Taking a step back to leave, Nubia quickly felt an arm wrap around her waist catching her by surprise. Opening her mouth to protest, a hand covered her rising scream, silencing her completely. "Relax, it's just me,"

Recognizing Jimin's voice, Nubia slowly relaxed against him, turning a bit to look back towards him. "Do you like watching them like this, Queen?" He asked, removing his hand so she could speak.

"I-i-"

"Don't lie,"

"Yes," Nubia answered lowly, feeling a little embarrassed. Her pussy was practically weeping at the sight of them together.

Jimin smirked, pulling her back to him where she instantly felt something hard pressed against her backside. "If I touched you, will it be wet?" He hummed against her shoulder, softly placing a kiss on it.

Jungkook's hissed cursed words had her shivering in Jimin's arms as she nodded her head. "I want to hear you say it, baby."

"Yesss," She drawled out without realizing it. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. She had to be dreaming, she was sure of. She was probably somewhere passed out on the couch from consuming too much alcohol and all of this was just a dream.

But she knew better, especially when Jimin's all too real touch skimmed up her exposed thigh and straight in between her legs, cupping her sex. In a swift movement, he had her panties pulled to the side and two fingers rubbing her sensitive bun in a circular motion, a sharp moan escaping her mouth before she could stop it.

Jungkook's head turned towards the door when the sound reached his ears, a smirk pulling at his lips when he saw his lover catering to Nubia, working his hand at the same pace Taehyung was taking his dick. The sight of her dazed face urging him to fuck into Taehyung's mouth as the older male moaned around him.

"Fuck, Tae!" Jungkook called out, shivering when Taehyung hollowed his cheeks, sending a wave of pleasure through Jungkook that started to override his senses. He was close and they both knew it. He was always amazed at the way his hyung took his dick, knowing exactly how to work his mouth. The slurping noises that came from him when he pulls back and how he would relax his throat to take more of him, had Jungkook pulling at his hair with need.

"So, good..." Jungkook whined, fixing his gaze back on Nubia and Jimin. He watched the way her hands gripped at Jimin's forearm that was wrapped around her shoulders while his fingers worked feverishly against her clit, her soft moans only pushing him closer over the edge.

He hadn't realized how hard he had been face fucking Taehyung until he focused back on him but of course, his hyung always knew how to handle it. "Tae...It's right there..." He panted, feeling his toes began to curl in his shoes.

Taking the hint, Taehyung pulled back and began to wildly move his tongue around Jungkook's tip as his fingers caressed his balls. Jungkook's mouth fell open with his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he moaned obscurities. The low hums from Taehyung were all Jungkook needed to bust inside of Taehyung's awaiting mouth, who happily swallowed his seed.

Both men hearing Nubia's soft cry of her own release, turned their attention towards the door to see her almost lose her balance. Taehyung pulled back from Jungkook with a small pop, wiping the side of his mouth clean. Standing up, pecked Jungkook's lips, smirking at Nubia's surprised face.

Nubia looked away from them and tried to gain back her poster on wobbly legs. She couldn't believe that she just did that. "Go and enjoy the rest of the party, Queen," Jimin advised, removing his fingers from inside her and placing them into his mouth to lick them clean. Nubia watched him as she slowly moved away from him.

There was no way she could go back to seeing them the same after this. She debated if she should tell Rashida about this but quickly thought against it. Maybe if she didn't speak on it, she'd forget that it even happened.

Quickly turning away from Jimin licking away her essence from his fingers, she carefully made her way down the hall and the steps, making a B line for the back yard for some fresh air. She needed to clear her mind about what she had done.

Watching as Nubia disappeared, Jimin walked into Jungkook's room where the younger male was pulling back up his jeans and securing them around his waist. "I think we might have scared her," Jimin pouted a bit. He wanted to wait a little longer before all this happened but when the opportunity presented itself, he couldn't resist.

"Don't worry Jiminie, give her a day or two to process everything, she'll come around," Jungkook assures him, patting his shoulder.

"But what if she doesn't?" The only reason why Jimin was so nervous was because it was hard for them to find someone who would accept their relationship. A lot of girls like the idea for sexual reasons but the guys wanted more than that and ever since they had met Nubia, they all agreed that she would be perfect for them.

The only problem was getting her used to the idea of having three men all to herself.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Taehyung decided to voice his opinion on the matter. "I think I have an idea that will make this easier," He smiled at them knowingly.

"We'll show her why we're worth it."

[shewrites02]

I want you (Erik Killmonger)

A/n: This is my first Killmonger story, so don’t crucify me lol. I’m not completely satisfied with it but I couldn’t keep staring at it so here it is. I’m open to any criticism or feedback. Enjoy :)

Erik Kilmonger was a name all too familiar in Wakanda. If not fear that struck people's heart when hearing his name than it was Anger. Kilmonger was an infamous criminal in the eyes of most Wakandans, while others agreed with his point of view and opinions. But no matter where I stood on the matter, on March 5th when Erik Kilmonger walked into the elder's meeting along side King T'challa after being dead for a year now.... time stopped.

Most couldn't understand how a King so determined not to make the same mistakes as his predecessors, like T'challa, could hide such a secret from the people. Lots question T'challa's ability to rule, but it has been 3 months since that day and things have yet to fall apart. The people wait aniouxly to see how this unfolds.

I for one am no spectator to the kings actions, but an active participant as one of the king's advisers and future dora milaje general once Okaye steps down... or should I say if Okaye ever steps down. And as of now I am assigned as Erik's personal adviser, which entailed being a babysitter over anything else.

"Why you always muggin me?" erik interrogated finally stopping and facing toward me. His solid black button up hugging tight his biceps, but loosely draping the rest of his torso due to his refusal to actually button the shirt.  He face broke into a slight smirk as he watched how visibly uncomfortable he made me.

"I do not mean mugg you... What does that even mean?!" you retorted.

Erik sort of chuckled. The lack of knowledge wakandans had about black culture was still surprising to him, especially after they've had a whole year of exposing themselves to the outside world.

"It's that look on your face right now." He shrugged. "Aye but I get it, I did try to kill the King right?"

I scoffed rolling me eyes. In my line of work, my opinion didn't matter, how I felt didn't matter. The only thing that mattered were the king's orders and the laws of Wakanda. And right now the king order me and Erik at the ceremony. So no matter how I felt personally about Erik, my job was to be by his side, and that is what I am going to do.

"Damn. I was fucking joking, I cant get a laugh?" Erik continued to prod.

I scuffed slightly narrowing my eyes. 'joking' putting Wakanda through turmoil and choas was comedic to him. I clentched my fist till the tip of my fingers were white, and I could feel my heart beat in my throat. Angry was not a strong enough word to describe how Erik Killmonger made me feel, infuriated didn't quite grasp it either.

"Sorry If I don't think anarchy is something to joke about. You... you lack any respect for this nation. You almost ruin the royal family and send all of wakanda into choas and that funny to you! Oh Bast!"  

Erik now was the one rolling his eyes. From the moment T'challa refused to let him die in Shuri's lab, Erik knew he would always be the man who tried to ruin Wakanda. The Adolf Hitler in their history books. He had come to accept it and maybe even feed into it from time to time. Eager to be the villian again.

"What are you doing?!" I interogated my tone still hostile from my previously ignored rant. I  watched him fiddle with the buckle of his belt until that as well as his pants were off.

"I'm changing."

"Erik we need to go, The King requested our pressence at the ceremony to be timely!"

"And it will just let me change damn! Yall got a nigga out here dressed like kirk franklin and shit!" He grumbled now sliding off his shirt.

No one had quite managed to annoy me in the way that Erik did. He made my skin crawl like literally itch with the words that came out his mouth, and right now... right now I was at my witts end with him.

"No, lets go! Now!" I shouted. Balling up the clothes he had shed and throwing them toward him. Although his back to me and the clothes landing to the left of him not grazing him even the slightest, I knew Erik had seen what I'd done

Erik quickly turned around a haze covering his eyes as his face scruntched and twisted as if it were trying to find the right expression for this situation. The look in his eyes very similar to that of when he burned the heart shape herb.

It was dead silent before his dark chuckle broke the air and turned into a full blown laugh. As if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He walked until his body towerd over mine. Till i could feel his breath sweep across my cheek and I could feel his scars lightly graze my skin.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to,but you can dead all that shit right now! Got it?" He growled lowly in my ear. His voice raspy and dark.

My knees almost went weak caused by the shortage my brain was having at the moment. The low growl of his voice, and feeling of his skin against mine was enough to overwhelm me but holy Bast the smell of his cologne fresh out the shower had me beside myself.

It was no secret that Erik was an attractive man, but no woman in Wakanda dared to admit it. I for one hadn't realized just how attractive until this moment right here. Maybe it was the touch of his skin or the look in his eyes. I'm not sure but, without much thought and pure impulse I smashed my lips into his. He seem surprised at first but had no hesitation in kissing me back. He brought his hand to my throat pulling me into him as he slippied his tougne into my mouth. A small moan escaped my lips as his free hand began to explore my body.

Quickly I pulled away.

"I- I'm-" I had no words.

My first instinct was to run, go far away from this room with this man standing in front of me. I reached for the door getting it slightly ajar before Erik slammed it closed. I turned to face him, my back pined to the door. He rested is left hand against the door while snaking his right arm around my waist. His teeth ever so slightly bite his bottom lip and his eyes grazed my body as if undressing me already.

Where my heart pounded with anger it now speed with anticipation and angst. I wanted so badly to feel his lips against mine again, to fell his hands rome my body again... just to feel him. But every logical thought in my mind, well the very few that remained, were telling me this was a bad idea.

"If you wanted a nigga... all you had to do was ask."

"I- I-"

I struggled to form a single coherent sentence. This only widen the already large grin on Erik's face. He had now completely pressed is body against mine, resting his member comfortable on my thigh.He bent down resting his head in the crook of my neck just where my ear was.

"Come on... Beg, daddy. Tell me you want me." his whispered his warm breath tingling my neck.

"I want you."

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

Gwen Stacy isn’t underappreciated.

To be underappreciated you need to be appreciated less than your character deserves. Like if you were a hunk of Gold worth 10 carats people would need to value you as 9 or below.

 Gwen Stacy is like a 4 carat hunk of gold valued at 25 carats.

 And gold can only go up to 24 carats!

 THAT’S HOW OVERRATED GWEN STACY IS!

  Lets review Gwen Stacy for a moment, and the first thing to ask is...which Gwen Stacy?

 Mean Girl Ditko Gwen Stacy?

Nicer but bland Early Romita Senior Gwen Stacy?

 The Romita Gwen Stacy actively and blatantly ripping off Mary Jane because Stan Lee and Romita Senior and all the readers knew MJ was more popular so they tried making Gwen more like MJ whilst making MJ different?

 Late Silver Age Gwen Stacy who would cry at the drop of a hat because God bless Stan Lee he wasn’t the best writer of female characters and defaulted most of his girlfriend characters to hysterical, crying unreasonable people designed to make the protagonists’ lives more difficult?

Holy Sainted Martyr Gwen Stacy who died for our sins?

Maybe we mean the Gwen Stacy who was super into science even though she barely did any of it in the 1960s-1970s but in modern stories she needed SOME kind of personality trait for people to hang her hat on so I guess we flanderized this instead of her penchant for organizing parties.

Perhaps we mean Emma Stone’s Gwen Stacy. That version who liked Peter whilst he was being bullied in high school, liked science, was Peter’s high school sweetheart, whom he romantically confessed his secret to and who would talk with him about it on the bleachers or patching up his wounds romantically. Just like she did in the Ultimate Universe where she had red hair and was called Mary fucking Jane!

Or do we perhaps mean Spider-Gwen, the version so popular and prevalent (because its just Spider-Man but as a teen drummer girl and a cool costume) that it just gets lumped in with all the above Gwen Stacys and treated as part of her character rather than being separated into her own character like most AU versions of most other characters except most other characters aren’t as lame as original Gwen Stacy so each version can stand fine on their own.*

(Why yes this is a video that around the 2:55 mark starts spinning Gwen’s lack of development and anything like a concrete personality as a positive for her character!  By this logic Gwen is better than friggin BATMAN because he’s got a defined personality and so can’t be rewritten to just be anything and everything...including a cosplayer who isn’t even a version of Gwen Stacy!)

   THAT people is Gwen Stacy. A lame, inconsistent character in life who was more remembered for dying and after her death was subject to the heaviest, most obnoxious revisionism, swiping from other (legitimately better) characters and conflating until she became an even more inconsistent mess people built a cult of worship around.

 And you wanna know the REAL reason there even is so much worship of her?

 Well it began as this.

 Because when she died that became the most memorable thing about her. It was until Spider-Gwen THE FIRST thing anyone ever finds out about Gwen Stacy, and the second is that she and Spider-Man were in love.

 So it’s a tragic love story and a great big ‘what if things had turned out differently situation.

 And since most people either don’t go back to read Gwen as she was in life or else don’t do it until way later in their reading experiences they consenqtly projected whatever they wanted onto Gwen.

 She became everyone’s idealized waifu precisely because she was such a blank slate in their minds.

 Then in later decades when people tried to retroactively pretend Gwen had a better personality than she actually did she became the ‘scientist’ and because people are apparently shallow and employ the same assbackwards logic that dictated that Superman and Wonder Woman would be perfect for one another or that Spider-Man and ,insert ANY costumed hero character> would be a good match, they decided that Gwen being a scientist and Peter being a scientist meant she was the best person for him and smart unlike all those other shallow Spider-girlfriends

  Then more recently that’s morphed into either pretending that Spider-Gwen represents the untapped potential Gwen could have had in life*or that it was some grand sexist miscarriage of justice that she was killed off.

 And as much as we can say the specific WAY Gwen died (unconscious all the way) the facts are:

 a)      Fridging women wasn’t a thing back then. It had rarely if ever happened in superhero fiction so it wasn’t a toxic trope

b)      Gwen’s death allowed for the development of MULTIPLE characters not just Peter, including Mary Jane.

c)       Killing Gwen INCREASED female representation within Spider-Man in the long and short term by allowing MJ (a better character all round who in the consequent issues was presented as explicitly into Women’s Lib) to become a more prominent character, led to the introduction of the far more dramatically and emotionally engaging clone of Gwen who was NOT killed off (meaning there was now an identical but improved Gwen Stacy in the Marvel universe), indirectly introduced Peter’s Landlady Mrs. Muggins and neighbour Gloria Grant (the first WoC supporting character in Spider-Man who’s continued to appear off an on to this day), and even more indirectly Spider-Girl (the longest running female solo star in Marvel history) and of course Spider-Gwen herself

 However you slice it given what Gwen Stacy was when she was alive her having a cult of worship surrounding her and being a fan favourite who is frequently talked up as having been done wrong by is way more hype than is deserved by a character who was ultimately little better than Dorie Evans.

 Don’t know who she was? That’s the point!

 So can we all please stop bowing at the altar of Gwen and kissing her feet?

 Its cool if you personally like her, but don’t big her up to be what she wasn’t or pretend she is owed something she isn’t.

  *Even though the first time Marvel EVER created a spin-off or female spider themed character it was Jessica Drew and they only did it to ensure they had the rights to the name ‘Spider Woman’. Same deal with She-Hulk btw.

 P.S. What’s even more ironic about all this incessant Gwen worship is that Spider-Man’s other two major girlfriends, popular as they are, often get the short end of the stick by the powers that be.

[maldito-romance-blog]

Along Came...Something

The first book in Elizabeth Boyle’s ‘Rhymes with Love’ series, Along Came a Duke was everything I expected and yet nothing I predicted. 

Synopsis:

In the village of Kempton, there is said to be a curse. He who weds a girl from Kempton is bound for an unhappy marriage...if he lives that long. Thus, no woman in Kempton marries, and many are happy to stay that way...

Miss Tabitha Timmons, a penniless spinster, has worked herself to the bone as her aunt and uncle’s scullery maid in the three years since her father’s untimely passing. All that changes when she is left a fortune payable only upon her marriage to the very respectable Mr. Barkworth.

On her way to London to meet and wed her intended, Tabitha happens to meet the Duke of Preston. He spies a rebellious streak in her that matches his own, and he decides to make it his mission to save her from such a passionless match, interfering with her life at every turn. All too soon, Preston (whose very name spells ruin) has Tabitha caught between the good fortune that guarantees her security, and his kiss, which promises an entirely different happily-ever-after.

Characters:

Tabitha - a headstrong protagonist that actually has a brain...most of the time.  Clumsy. Can’t dance a step. Some wit. Wants to kick everyone in the teeth, but does not follow through. Moral and straitlaced vicar’s daughter. Melts at one touch of Preston for some reason

Preston - a charming and somewhat devilish duke that falls in love on the first date. Can never eat alone. Loves his family. Snarky. Hates Barkworth so much.

Barkworth - Tabitha’s betrothed, he is literally the epitome of mama’s boy, and such a terrible marriage prospect it’s laughable. I was so disgusted by this guy, I can’t even.

Roxley - Preston’s best friend. Earl of Roxley. Terrified of his aunt. Friends with Harriet Hathaway, a friend of Tabitha.

Mr. Muggins - Irish terrier. Best character. Hates feathers.

Review:

I would like to say that I did enjoy this book. That said, there were some issues. Firstly, Tabitha starts this book as the paragon of virtue. She’s such a passive Cinderella character. She wakes up before dawn to scrub floors, set the table, clean this and that, and get the mail. She refuses to let her friends know the extent of emotional abuse she’s enduring because she’s prideful or passive or something. The first time she grows a backbone is when debating with Preston about the fact that not all women want to get married.

“Sir, I will have you know, I never intend to go seeking a husband and am quite content with that notion.” There, she’d managed her mind, and fortified by her first success, she continued unabashedly, “marriage offers no benefits to a lady, save leaving her a servant to a man’s fickle whims and his selfish demands.”

I tell you, I read that twice because truer words have never been spoken in a romance novel! Like, oh my goodness. You go, girl! 

Then...she inherits stuff to leave her situation. Great, right? No. In order to inherit, she has to get married to Mr. Barkworth. Before she knows it, her bags are packed and she’s shipped off to London. Where she meets Preston, again. Enter problem number 2: they fall in love after 1 dinner. 

Preston can’t eat along because of his tragic backstory, so they end up dining together because Roxley is a terrible friend and Yorkshire pudding or something. They eat, they laugh, they dance. Then, they kiss. This kiss is wild with passion or something. Like all romance novels. You know the drill. Anyway, he pushes her away and the evening ends. He can’t stop thinking about her and vice versa. They meet again in the park and at a ball and keep meeting. He finds out about her betrothal and decides that she deserves better.

Meanwhile, Tabby meets Barkworth, and he’s such a bore. Always talking about status and his mother. Here’s why no one likes him:

- mama’s boy

- more concerned with his coat than his fiance

- wants her to get rid of Mr. Muggins

That last one is enough for me to kick him to the curb. Anyway, it’s obvious he’s the wrong one for her. Just once, I’d like a romance novel with a love triangle where the guy that wants the girl but doesn’t get her is actually a decent guy and backs off when he sees that they actually wouldn’t work out. Like Proteus from the Sinbad movie. Anyway...

The following paragraph contains spoilers...

Because Preston can’t stay out of her business, he decides to read her dead uncle’s will. Long story short, the only way to get out of the marriage and still retain the fortune is to have Barkwork cry off. So, he decides to help Tabby by ruining her (this sounds a lot worse than it is). He manages to ruin her at her own engagement ball by doing the sex stuff (this is literally the 1 sex scene in the novel). Barkworth cries off, worse stuff happens, yada yada. They get together the end

-End of Spoilers-

Overall, not a bad plot. There are a few twists and turns which keep the story interesting, but nothing too crazy. I will say that my favorite aspect of the whole novel was the idea of agency. 

Tabitha doesn’t get to make a lot of choices. She is whisked off to London and almost forced into a marriage because her entire family sucks. The only time she gets to choose is when she’s with Preston. He lets her choose how far they go when they’re at the ball (literally hands her the key to the locked door). He gives her the choice of whether to marry him or not. Lets her have as much food as she wants. Okay, so that last one isn’t so much a choice, but he doesn’t criticize her for eating so much. All that said, he does have moments where he attempts to coerce her, but if her answer is ‘no’ he always backs off. Most of his coercions are playful and never serious. 

One of the things that annoyed me most was Tabitha. So many times were slightly infuriating because she would think of great quips but never say them aloud. Another thing was that the writing got a bit long-winded. I felt myself speeding through the sexy stuff because I didn’t care about it. There’s a dance that lasts for like 15 min. ONE DANCE. The writing isn’t bad, just very thorough in its description. 

I’d give this book a 3.5 out of 5.

This has been a review for Along Came a Duke by Elizabeth Boyle.

[perfectfitmbj]

C5. No Judgement

Xavier’s Story

October 2014

After Tristan told Ashanti he wasn’t with the whole dating others while they were dating each other, she was heartbroken but not surprised. The lifestyle she wanted to live was different from the norm and she knew that. She had prepared herself to have heartbreak during her journey to find love, just not so soon did she think she’d fall for someone. One thing that Shan did in her spare time was attend a local Open Mic Night where you could sing or spit a little spoken word and poetry was a platform she used to get out her feelings so she wouldn’t keep them bottled in. Ashanti learned at an early age to get out whatever she was feeling because keeping them in only resulted in harm to herself. As she was called to the stage, Shan grabbed her notebook off of the table along with her drink and headed to the stage. Once she was situated and comfortable, she took a few sips from her Long Island Iced Tea and closed her eyes for a brief moment.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled.

“How’s everybody doin’ out there tonight. For some of you, you already know my name and but for those who don’t, I’m Ashanti. I’ll let my words tell you the rest.” She said into the microphone.

Love blossomed

At the intersection of lust, dreams and desire,

Where crowded clouded skies

Yield to chocolate cream sunsets,

Harbors can’t harness the depths

Of passion

So pervasive you can taste it

When you came through

Everything I thought I knew

Was interrupted like

Trojan air by arrows…

Xavier POV

Xavier sat at the bar as this beautiful woman stood on stage. He was caught off guard by how her words just seem to flow like a light stream into a pond. She stood there under the dim lighting with a glow around her.

“What’s a fine ass man like you sittin’ alone at the bar? I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t come keep you company.” The random woman said to Xavier as he watched the beautiful as she took her snaps in and walked off of the stage.

She headed straight to the bar on the opposite side of him. Seeing her up close made him to a double take. Her eyes briefly locked with his as she looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“You wanna buy me a drink?” The random woman asked Xavier to get his attention.

Xavier looked at her and then turned to the bartender who was walking over to the beautiful woman who stood beside him.

“Say, my man! Lemme get a ice water...she thirsty as fuck!” Xavier said as he tilted his head to the left where the random woman sat.

The bartender laughed as did the beautiful woman.

“Fuck you wit yo’ ugly ass!” The random said she walked off.

“I guess she wasn’t that thirsty after all.” The beautiful woman said as she grabbed her drink from the bar.

As she went to pay, Xavier put his hand out to stop her.

“I got it! You good.” He said.

The beautiful woman smiled at him. “Thank you. That’s really sweet. I got you on your next round.” She said.

“Na. Just tell me your name, then we even.”

“Ashanti. And you are?” She asked.

“Well Ashanti, I’m Xavier but you can call me Zay.” Xav told her.

After the two talked for a few minutes and Xav ended up joining Shan at her table for the rest of the night. They hit it off instantly and had tons of things in common. From being the only child to spending their childhood summers in Compton, California.

Ashanti’s vibe was chill and Xavier liked th\at. She reminded him of back home and that made him feel comfortable.

“I’m diggin’ you a lot, I gotta be honest.” Xav told her as they walked down Milwaukee Avenue.

“I’m diggin’ you, too. Your aura is really attractive.” Shan replied.

“Oh, so you one of those, huh? You read auras n’shit?” Xav said with a laugh.

Ashanti looked at him and stopped walking. She turned and looked to her right where a park bench was. She started to walk over and Xavier followed close behind. As they both sat, Ashanti looked over at Xavier and told him what he was curious to know.

“Yes, I can read auras. I’ve been able to do so since I was 13yrs. old thanks to my mom. She thought it was a needed gift in the world, so she made sure she taught me how to feel out the people I’m around. You are a You are very passionate. Sexual is just scratching the surface of you behind closed doors. You’re very competitive and you hate to lose. Bet you didn’t know that you were being covered by angels, did you? I don’t know what happened to you, but whatever it was has you surrounded by a higher power that keeps you safe.” Ashanti told Xav, who was hanging on to every word she said as if his life were depending on it.

He knew exactly what she was talking about when she mentioned something happening to him and it threw him. He had a secret that he never told anyone. He never felt safe enough to, so he didn’t. Yet, here he was sitting with this beautiful soul of a woman and he felt so connected to her as if he could tell each other anything. He had never had that before and he didn’t want to lose it.

“Can I see you again?” Xav asked as the two just sat on the bench looking at each other.

“I would love that.” Sha responded.

Xavier ended up walking Ashanti to he apartment that wasn't too far away and the 61-degree weather wasn’t bad either.

“Thank you! I came out tonight in my feelings about basically getting ready to be dumped and you helped me forget all about it.” Sha told him.

Xavier leaned up against her front door frame as she turned her keys to unlock the door.

“His loss. You on to bigger and better things now.” He said as Sha walked closer to him, closing the space between them.

She looked up at him as he looked down at her. Like two magnets, their lips were drawn to each other and the moment their lips touched, sparks flew.

Xav left Sha’s apartment building with a smile on his face. He wasn’t even going to go out tonight after the day he had had at work, but he was glad he did. As soon as he made it home, he sent her a text asking her if she was free for dinner the next night which Ashanti declined due to having a lot of work to do. Before Xavier could lose his smile, Ashanti asked him if the night after would work instead.

“That would actually be better for me, too! Pick you up around 7:00 p.m.?” Xav asked.

“I’ll be ready!” Sha responded.

The new acquaintances talked on the phone for a bit longer before the call ended.

…………………

The date Xavier and Ashanti went on was the start of steady dating for the two. Nothing had been made official because Ashanti was still in her feelings about her ex-boyfriend. Xavier wasn’t pressed because he had his starting line up and was content with having his choice of who he wanted to spend time with. He was a young, successful engineer with an amazing salary. Settling down with one woman wasn’t what he had on his list of immediate things to do.

When Xavier arrived at Sha’s apartment to pick her up for their date, she was on the phone with someone who clearly was going off on her about something. Sha looked as if she was on the verge of tears as the other person could be heard yelling through the phone. Xav didn’t like seeing her this way but all he could do was sit on her couch and wait for her to end her call. Once she had, she sat excused herself and left the living room. When she came back in, Xavier asked her if she was okay.

“If I need to fuck a nigga up, lemme know who!” He said making Sha smile a little.

“I’m okay. That was my dad. He isn’t too happy with my life decision to be in a polyamorous relationship. Well, let me take that back. He doesn't have a problem with that, he has a problem that I want two husbands and not a husband and a wife.” Sha told him.

Xavier looked at her confused.

“Polyamorous?” He asked for clarification.

Ashanti laughed. “It basically means that I want to be in a relationship with more than one man. I grew up in a polyamorous household and my father was the only man. He feels like me having two men in my life will make me look like a whore and he’s 100% against it. It’s okay to have one husband, but not two.” she said.

“Having two men you're with doesn't make you a whore. If you real about shit wit’ both of ‘em, it’s cool. Do you and what makes you happy. Fuck pleasin’ everybody else.” He told her as he pulled her into his lap.

Sha looked at him. “So, you could see yourself in that type of relationship?”

“If I’m really feelin’ the chic and she straight up wit’ me...maybe. But, let’s be out I’m starvin’” Xavier tells Sha as they both stand to leave her apartment.

When Xav and Sha arrived at their favorite Downtown hangout spot that had strong drinks and good food. They loved to sit by the window and talk about people as they walked past. Xavier was laughing and as he looked up, he saw this guy mean mugging him like he had a problem. Xav had never seen the guy before so he returned the mug right back. Ashanti saw that Xav’s facial expression had changed and didn't know why until she followed his stare to her boyfriend.

“Xav, excuse me for a second.” She tells him as she stood up and walked over to the guy and pulled him to the side.

They had an exchange of words before Ashanti walked back over to the table.

“Sorry about that. That was my boyfriend...or ex-boyfriend at this point.” She told him.

Xav kissed his teeth. “That would explain why he was muggin’ me so hard. Lame ass!” He said as Sha’s boyfriend/ex-boyfriend walked past the table.

Sha and Xav finished their night as if nothing happened. After they had gotten back to Sha’s apartment Xav hung out for a bit until he received a text from one of his starting line asking to see him. He had debated on ignoring the chic but decided to go have one last ride before he ended things with her afterward. The Chic was becoming a bit too clingy for his liking. Xavier told Ashanti he would call her the next day and left with a pit stop at a corner Walgreens for a box of condoms before he made it to his destination.

………………

A few days later, Xavier had gotten a call from Ashanti. He hadn’t spoken to her since he had left her place and it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Every time he would call, she would rush him off of the phone. Even their text message thread was different. Her text responses were short compared to her normal responses. When he pulled into his parking space in the garage, he noticed a figure standing in front of him in the lobby. When he opened the door, the figure turned around and it was Ashanti. Standing there looking as beautiful as always.

“Hey! What you doin’ here?” He asked as he leaned down to kiss her lips.

She turned slightly causing him to catch her cheek instead. Xav frowned his eyebrows.

“Hey. Can we talk?” Sha asked him.

Xavier nodded his head and walked over to the elevator waiting for her to follow. Once they were in his apartment, she sat on the couch as he went into his room to change into more comfortable clothes. Ashanti sat. Nervous for what she was about to tell him. When Xav came back out into the living room, he took a seat next to her.

“Sup?” He asked with a concerned look.

“I’m not one for keeping secrets or holding in my feelings. So, I haven’t been feeling the same between us and I’m sure you can tell. Xavier, I really like you! I tried to stop myself from catching feelings, but I did. Now, I’m in a messed up situation because I know you don’t feel the same way. On top of that, when you left the other day my boyfriend showed up and he told me he wanted to be with me no matter what. We slept together.” She tells him.

Xavier felt his heart start to beat faster and couldn’t understand why. He left her and went to another chic’s place and fucked her three times that night, so how could he be mad at the woman he was seeing who made it clear from the beginning that she was in a messy situation.

“I’m telling you this because….after I slept with him I realized that I...I have feelings for you. I don’t really know how you feel about my lifestyle choice but I want to be with you, too! No one makes me feel like you make me feel and I don’t want to not have that in my life.” Sha said as Xavier looked at her. “I know this is a lot and I will understand if this isn’t something that you want. Can you please think about it and let me know?” She asked as she stood up.

Xavier watched her get up and head for the door. He didn’t know why he didn’t stop her as she walked out and closed the door behind her. He didn’t want her to go. He wanted her to stay. In fact, he wanted to tell her he was down with it. He had felt the same type of connection that she did. He since their second date, he had slowly started cutting off the women he had been dealing with only leaving a couple and those two would be easy to sever ties with because they were in California. Sha was the only woman that he felt the connection with that he had and she was the only woman that he had been able to be himself with. Xavier threw on a pair of his Nike Air Max 95’s and ran out of the door after grabbing his cell and his keys. He jumped into his Range Rover and headed for Ashanti’s place. He had to tell her but he knew he needed to make sure he was clear to really give them a try. No side pieces. No secrets. Xav pulled up just as Sha was getting out of her car. He got out and walked over to her.

Sha stood there and looked at him. She saw the seriousness in his eyes and knew he needed her to go with him for whatever reason. “Okay. Let me go inside so I can book a flig-”

Xav cut her off as she was speaking. “I got that. Just be ready to go at 9:00 a.m. okay. Thank you.” He said to her as he turned and walked back to his Range.

When he pulled out of the parking spot, Tristan pulled in right after him. Ashanti looked down the street at the stop sign where Xavier had stopped. He waited there for a bit before he pulled off as if he was watching her. Ashanti wasn’t surprised. Xavier was an alpha male just like Tristan and neither one played about their territory. If Xavier indeed makes the choice to be with her while she was with Tristan, she knew she was going to have her work cut out for her trying to manage both men but she had her fingers crossed and ready if she needed to be.

“Good morning.” Sha greeted as Xav leaned down and kissed her.

This time, she didn’t turn her lips away.

“Mornin’. You ready for this flight? I’m sleepin’ the whole way there, so you on yo’ own.” Xav told her as they both got into the Lyft.

The two had a light conversation up until they boarded the plane. Xavier watched Sha text her boyfriend that she was on the plane. He was fine with it until he read the “I Love You” in her last text where his message popped up returning the words. He was fighting himself from getting jealous. Technically she wasn’t his to be jealous about. He just sat back and closed his eyes as the flight attendant started going over the safety demonstration before the flight took off. Once they had been in the air for a bit, Ashanti put her head on Xavier’s shoulder and went to sleep making him smile at her innocence and drifting off to sleep with her himself. After they landed and got settled into their hotel, Xavier made a few calls and found out one of the females he was out there to end ties with were over in his old stomping grounds.

“You up for meeting some of my people? I need to handle somethin’ real quick before we get to the real reason I wanted you to come wit’ me.” Xavier told her.

Sha nodded. “My aunt still lives in the same house. I could go visit with her while you handle whatever it is you need to do so I won’t be in your way.” She answered.

“That’s cool, too. C’mon. I wanna get over there and done real quick. I got somethin’ planned for us later.” He tells her as they grab their things and head out of their room.

The ride to Xavier’s cousin’s house was quiet. Not many words were said. Once they pulled into the neighborhood, Ashanti noticed the familiarities.

“My aunt stays like two blocks over from here if I remember correctly.” Sha told Xav as he pulled into a driveway.

He gets out of the car and walked to the passenger side to open the door.

“Damn! Nigga opening the door n’shit! Aye, momma! Bam here and he got a girl wit’ em!” His cousin yelled back into the house from the porch.

“Don’t let him bother you. He’s my lil’ cousin.” Xav told Sha as they walked into the house. “Gimme a sec. I’ll be right back.”

Ashanti nodded and sat on the couch quietly and waited. A woman that looked to be around her age, if not older, walked in.

“And she’s cute, too! Yeah, he really likes you if he brought you HERE! Welcome to my home. I’m Rita.” She said as she extended hand which Sha accepted.

“You know, Bam hasn’t brought a girl home since we were little. After what happened, he changed and I’m glad he did because we would have lost him next.”

Ashanti watched Rita as she walked back out of the living room. She had no idea what she was talking about but was curious as to what it was. She had to use the bathroom so she got up and to ask Rita where it was.

“Oh, just go down the hallway and it’s the first door on the right.” Rita said.

Sha went down the hall as told and stopped when she had gotten to the bathroom. She heard Xavier talking with another person.

“Na, I been out the game. After that shit wit ‘Dre, I promised my momma I would make somethin’ of myself and that’s what I did. Ain’t shit we can do to bring him back.” Xav said.

The other voice started cursing loudly. “Fuck that shit! That night killed Dre’ on some dumb shit! We still ain’t take his ass out and he walkin’ ‘round here wit’ like he da shit! Mark ass! You here now so I say we all roll through and blast his bitch ass!” The voice said.

“Na! I listened to you the last time and I ended up shootin’ that kid! I told you I’m out! And don’t be bringin’ that shit over here to my cousin house neither!” Xav said as he turned to leave the room.

Sha has closed the bathroom door just in time so that she wasn’t seen. Once she was finished, she walked back into the living room where Xav and another man sat with his younger cousin.

“Babe, you ready?” Xav asked as he stood.

Sha nodded as she walked over to him.

“Damn Blood! She thick as fuck! Say girl, what’s yo’ na-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KNOCK YO’ FUCKIN’ HEAD OFF YO’ SHOULDERS!” Xavier snapped.

The man immediately shut his mouth and sat back in his seat as Xav grabbed She’s hand and pulled her closer to him as they walked out of the house.

“He serious ‘bout that one Blood!” A voice said from behind them.

Ashanti got into the car as did Xavier.

“We don’t have to go to my Aunt’s. We can get away from here if you want.” She asked as Xav backed out of the driveway.

“I’ll bring you by your Aunt’s tomorrow if that’s cool. I jus’ really need to get away from here..I forgot why I stopped comin’ back..now I remember why.” He said as he drove onto Crenshaw.

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet but not awkward. Ashanti kept thinking about what was said on the house and she was itching to ask him what were they talking about. As they pulled into valet at the hotel and went inside back to their shared room, she took a deep breath and asked.

“When I went to the bathroom at your cousin’s house, I overheard you and the other guy talking. Who is Dre’!” She asked.

Xavier sat on the bed and looked straight ahead. The room was silent until he spoke.

“Dre’ was my brother. He was killed by a rival gang. I was into some cold shit when I was younger..so when my big bro joined the Pyrus..I followed right behind him.” Xav said.

“What made you get out? That couldn’t have been easy..” Sha asked.

“After my brother got shot, me and some of our crew went to shoot up the bitch ass nigga that shot Dre’..I’m the one that wanted to pull the trigger..when we found one of ‘em in front of his broads house..I jus’ started firing..ended up hittin’ this little kid..”he told Sha.

She sat next to him as he stared at the wall.

“How long ago was this?” She asked Xav.

“About 10 years ago..shit still fucks wit’..”Xav said.

“My parents stopped letting me come visit my aunt after my baby cousin was killed in a drive by...she was four..” Ashanti said. “My cousin Jamal was a Crip and went around doing stupid stuff all of the time. He took the blame for her getting killed and my family forgave the guy that pulled the trigger. You made a mistake. We all do.” Sha told him.

Ashanti didn’t have to say anything else. Xavier knew that she didn’t want to just come out and say it, but he shot and killed her little cousin in the drive by he pulled the trigger in. He was preparing himself for her to get up and leave, but she didn’t. She moved over closer to him and grabbed his hand.

“Whatever you did in the past is in the past. You changed your life and because the person you were meant to be. There’s no shame in that.”

Xav looked at her as she said those words to him. It was then that he knew what choice he was going to make.

“I brought you out here because I wanted you to be here when I cut ties with a couple females I been dealin’ wit’. When I’m wit’ you..I feel untouchable. You get me and you don’t judge me. I ain’t never had that before and I wanna see where this whole poly shit whatever goes..I wanna meet ol’ boy tho..” Xav told her making her smile.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately. The rest of the day was spent in their hotel room. As of today, Xavier and Ashanti have been together for a little over four years and married for three.

Wonder how the official meet went between Tristan and Xavier? Stay tuned.

[riptidejunkie]

Marvel at my Beauty

Since I'm absolutely horrible with updating, have an edited version of a one shot I found on my old Wattpad account.

Pairings: prinxiety

Warnings: anxiety attack, implied self-doubt. Let me know if I missed anything else.

Roman had been in his room watching Marvel movies all day. He was determined to finish rewatching all the movies before the premiere of Infinity War the next day. None of the other sides knew about how much Roman loved Marvel. They assumed that he wouldn't like them because it wasnt like any of the other movies or shows he seemed interested in.

The action was one of the things Roman loved most about it. That along with magic, heroically loveable characters, complex villans, intense plot, and subtle romance were why he loved them so much.

He had been watching Spiderman: Homecoming when he was summoned into a room with Thomas and the other sides. He looked to the other sides then to Thomas. "What do you want? I was busy with something extremely important!" He snapped.

"Woah, calm down Sir Sing-A-Lot. Getting annoyed when summoned is my thing." Replied Virgil.

"Well I'm sorry if I was busy being productive instead of being a-a-excuse my language. COTTON HEADED NINNY MUGGINS!"

Everyone gasped and Virgil frowned. He knew Roman wasn't serious when he said these things, but it still hurt somewhere in his chest and stomach when he did.

"I just wanted to know if we could record a video this week..." said Thomas.

Roman looked at him and agreed before vanishing back to his room to finish his marathon.

He was finishing watching Black Panther when there was a knock at his door. He hadn't noticed until the door slowly opened, revealing Virgil with his hood up, head down, and shoulders slumped forward.

"R-Roman? Can I...talk to you for a moment?"

Panicking, Roman quickly attempted to pause and turn off the TV. To his disadvantage, Virgil had already realized what he was watching.

"Are you a Marvel fan too?" Virgil asked.

"Yeah...I didnt want you guys to kno-wait. Did you say 'too?'"

Virgil nodded shyly and Roman smiled.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?"

Virgil's eyes widened and he seemed upset. He looked down, his bangs covering his face, and shook his head. "Nothing. It doesnt matter anymore. I'll...see you later, I guess."

Roman jumped up and walked over to the anxious side. He placed his hand on his shoulder and asked what was wrong. Virgil suddenly began to cry.

Roman picked him up and sat him on his bed. He sat beside him with his arms wrapped around him and thought of ways to calm him down. He quickly remembered that Virgil had opened his music app and put on  the soundtrack from the musical Dear Evan Hansen the other day while sitting in the common room.

"Have you ever felt like nobody was there?" He sang. "Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere? Have you ever felt like you could disappear? Like you could fall and no one would hear?"

Virgil's sons got shorter and Roman continued.

"Well, let that lonely feeling wash away. Maybe theres a reason to believe you'll be okay 'cause when you dont feel strong enough to stand, you can reach, reach out your hand." Virgil opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Roman before crying even harder. Roman pulled him close and continued singing.

"And oh, someone will come running and I know they'll take you home." Virgil seemed to be calming down now.

"Even when the dark comes crashing through, when you need a friend to carry you, and when you're broken on the ground, you will be found. So let the sun come streaming in 'cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again. If you only look around, you will be found."

Virgil had stopped crying and was taking short, deep breaths. Roman had noticed that when he was calming down, he'd breathe like this. It seemed to help him relax and get his breathing back to normal. After a few more minutes of Roman singing and when Virgil's breathing went back to normal, Roman placed his hand on Virgil's red, puffy face and wiped away his tears. "Are you ready to talk now?" Virgil nodded and said, "I just had an attack because I thought you hated me and that you didnt want me around anymore, so I wanted to talk to you to find out if it's true. I guess all those names you call me just...finally got to me and I-I dont know."

His eyes began to water again and his voice cracked slightly before Roman pulled him close and whispered to him, "Shhh. It's okay. You're okay. I promise I dont hate you. I'll stop calling you any names you dont like, okay? Just tell me and I'll stop. Please, dear. I promise I don't hate you. I love you so much. I've always loved you."

"Y-you...love me?"

"Of course I do. You're adorable and always have something to say. What's not to love?"

"I-I love you too, Roman." Virgil smiled and looked up at the prince. They sat there for a moment before Roman asked, "Would you want to go see the premiere of Infinity War with me tomorrow?"

Virgil smiled an nodded before leaning up and kissing Roman on the cheek. They both blushed and watched the rest of the movie together on Roman's bed.

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