#but i still fuckin love you baaaabe

[ellies-enrichment]

rip *checks notes* agent john “jonesy” jones...no... jason todd- no....the joker- no... joel mil- no... JAMES. got it.

[kbwrites]

JJK Guys and Pet Names for their S/O

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

⚝tags: f!reader (use of "babygirl" and "princess"), slightly suggestive, mild language,

Satoru Gojo: Babe, Pretty, Sweets, Pookie

- “Baaaabe, please can we try it? Just once and I swear I won’t ask again!”

- “Hey pretty, transferring you some money right now! Why? Why not?”

- “But sweets! It’s our 14th month anniversary of course we’re going on vacation. I already told your boss to give you off.” 

- ”Pookie don’t be mad! I didn’t know that cake in the fridge was yours. No I didn’t see your name on the box…”

Kento Nanami: Honey, Love, Dear

- ”Hello honey, I’m picking up dinner. Would you like your usual?”

- ”Good Morning love, please make sure to take your vitamins. I left them on the nightstand.”

- ”Yes dear, of course, I’ll marry you. I’m pretty sure we already are, but I’ll do it again for you.”

Suguru Geto: Angel, Baby, Princess

- ”Angel could you please put my hair up for me? Only looks nice when you do it.”

- ”That dress was fucking made for you baby, do me a favor and buy 3 more. You still have my card right?”

- ”I’m sorry I came home late princess, let me make it up to you?”

Toji Fushiguro - Doll, Mama, Baby Girl, Sweetheart

- ”Hey doll, just got paid. How about I take you out tonight?”

- ”Y’alright mama? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

- ”Didn’t mean to worry you, baby girl, m’alright I swear.”

- ”Sweetheart… d’ya really think you could walk around with those fuckin’ shorts on and get away with it?”

[irkimatsu]

Okay, okay, random idea.

If you don't write Fem!reader or AFAB, please, please ignore.

But...pussy drunk Husk? Like slurring words, hooded eyes, just the works?

Don't worry, I'll write any type of Reader! And yesss pussy drunk Husk is incredible. Haven't been able to stop thinking of this ask since I saw it, and I wouldn't have been able to go to bed without writing it. Good shit.

1.3k words of pussy eating from Husk as he steadily goes insane. Very obviously NSFW.

You’re already drenched in sweat by the time he makes it between your legs. Husk always takes things so damn slowly, which is both a blessing and a curse. You love how much care he takes with you, making sure that every inch of your skin is spoiled by his claws and his tongue. He adores your body, and he never leaves you doubting that.

But by god, the state of need he has you in by the time he’s lightly kissing your stomach and stroking your thighs…

“Husk… please…” You’re propped up on pillows so you can watch him kissing you… so you can see how close he is to where you need him, and how slow he’s being about reaching that goal.

“Just be patient, baby,” he urges as he kisses over your mound, burying his nose into the hair. “Mmm… fuck…” His kisses skip over your clit, the cruel bastard, and instead he turns his nose’s attention to your folds. You gasp at the cold sensation between your lips, contrasted by hot air as he takes several deep breaths. “Fuck that’s good…”

“Huuuusk…” you whine, jerking your hips toward his face.

“Patient,” he repeats as he firmly pins your waist down to the sheets. “You know I’ll take care of you. Just give me a minute…” He takes another deep breath, followed by a chuckle. “Fuck, ya smell good…”

You whine again as you squirm beneath his paws.

“Hey. Squirm again and I’ll go even slower.” His voice isn’t cruel, but you know he’s serious about his threat, so you try your best to hold still. Satisfied that you’ve obeyed, he replaces his nose with his lips, lightly kissing up and down your folds. You want so badly to grind against his mouth, to feel him more firmly, but you know he’ll pull away if you try, so you do your best to remain patient.

He’ll reward you. He always does, and he’s always perfect at it.

But knowing that is what makes it so hard to wait for it…

“So wet already…” he murmurs as his tongue lightly grazes between your folds. Even with the barbs, he knows the exact pressure to use to not hurt you as he savors your taste.

And you have to admit, you kind of like the barbs.

“You like that?” he asks before giving his tongue another pass, more firmly this time. You can only whimper agreement as you struggle not to moan; the sound is enough to get him to keep going, licking faster and faster.

“Fuckin’ sweet…” he moans as he takes a few more licks, then slips his tongue into your entrance.

“Husk!” you gasp as his tongue squirms inside you, unable to hit very deep, but still finding patterns that take your breath away. “Husk-”

He moans again, with just a hint of a growl, as he latches his mouth onto your lips and gently sucks on them. A series of staccato moans escape you, reaching higher and higher in pitch, only ceasing when he takes his mouth off you.

“So… fuckin’... sweet…” His eyes drift closed as he latches on and sucks you again. His teeth just barely graze your lips, and his thumb claws press small circles into your hips as he keeps you pinned. “You… you like that, huh…”

Oh fucking god yes you do. You’re almost embarrassed of how wet he has you already. Not only can you feel it, but you can hear it, sloppy sounds ringing out as he licks and sucks your folds. You used to wonder if the mess you always make would gross him out…

“Baaaabe…” he moans before sucking you again.

…but you learned quickly just how far from grossed out he was by your wetness. His eyes keep fluttering shut, and he can barely catch his breath.

“Fuck, I need more…” Another suck from him, another gasp from you. “So good… so hot…” He suckles at your entrance, drinking you directly from the source.

Contrary to how often he drinks, you don’t actually see Husk acting drunk very often. His alcohol tolerance is high enough that, quite frankly, it’s worrying.

But after only a few minutes between your legs, he is absolutely wasted.

“Gimme more, gimme more…” His words are starting to slur together as he begs for you between licks. “More… moooore…”

“Take all you want,” you urge him, your own head growing hazy. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He repositions himself so that your legs are slung over his shoulders, and then buries his face between your legs, licking and sucking as if he doesn’t need to breathe. You reach down and grab him wherever you can, lightly tugging the fur on his head and his neck. Far from slowing him down, it only encourages him to feast on you more quickly. He looks up at you with wide pupils, his tail waving with excitement. He sucks your lips, harder and harder, his wet moans ringing in your ears-

“Fuck!” you call out right before he releases you with a popping noise. He has you right on the edge, and you wouldn’t mind staying there just a little longer. “Husk!”

“Can I make you cum?” he pleads, almost unintelligible beneath the panting and slurring. He’s looking up with you with pleading eyes, large pupils hidden behind half-closed lids, his tail still waving like an excited kitten’s. “Wanna feel you cum… please, baby, tell me how…”

“Clit,” you gasp out, your grasp on language somewhat lost. “My clit- please-”

You’re cut off by your own squeal as his rough tongue laps your sensitive bud, a slight sting of pain quickly buried beneath waves of pleasure.

“Right there!” you urge as you push on the back of his head.

“Wanna make you cum…” he repeats between licks, his words becoming gradually more muddled. “Cum…cum, cum, cuuuum....”

He latches his mouth onto your clit, fangs lightly grazing your mound, and firmly sucks and releases at a steady rhythm, his lips never breaking contact. His claws dig into your skin as he keeps sucking, so clearly desperate to give you that final push.

You know climax is inevitable as long as he doesn’t move. You press your hands more firmly on the back of his head so he can’t pull away; not that he has any intention of stopping, you’re sure. Your back is arching, and you can barely breathe. You’re so fucking close, any fucking second-

The intensity of your orgasm still manages to catch you off guard. You cry out, and hope Husk will forgive the way your hips are spasming. It doesn’t deter him from suckling you as you gush, and even for a bit longer after that. You’re getting sore by the time he stops suckling you, but he still takes a moment to lick your folds again, lapping up as much of your wetness as he can.

By the time you can see straight again, his chin is resting on your stomach as he looks up at you, deepest admiration in his eyes. You can’t help but laugh at the state of his fur; his cheeks and chin are absolutely soaked. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His tail is still waving, and he’s purring in deep contentment.

“Fuck, you’re incredible…” he slurs out, a dopey smile on his face. “I love you… so fucking much…”

You scratch behind both of his ears, and he purrs louder as he leans into your touch.

“You need a minute?” he asks.

You nod; you’re still so sensitive, and right now, all you want to do is bask in the afterglow. You think he’s going to ask for his own relief when you’re ready, but instead…

“Let me know when I can eat you out some more…”

[valscodblog]

Howdy there, partner! 🤠

Congrats on your first request bbg. Your writing is so freaking juicy i wanna marry it 🤑 Seriously, your Valeria fics? *Chefs kiss*

anywhos, request? Do you write for Kate Laswell? Would you be willing to write something fluffy of Kate coming home after that one time she smoked on-screen, only to be met with her pant-pissingly-scary-wifes scolding?

aaaggghhh take that you lovable bastard. Thank you for your time 🫂

–Jooseboxxe 🧃

FUCK YESSSSS, PLEASE SEND ME SOME SHIT FOR KATE MY BABY, i love her so much it's not funny anymore. she is me, i am her-

ANYWAYS! (so sorry this is such a late reply omfg)

"SMOKING AGAIN?" Kate Laswell x Black!F!Reader

Warnings: CRRRACK fluf, bc yes. Some cussig bc my addicted to it (better than drugs, kids.) uhmmm 13+ fic, AND ANYWAYS IF UR YOUNGER THAN THAT GET TF OFF OF TUMBLR???? WHAT THE FUCK!???

a/n: WHY AINT THIS WOMAN REAL AND MARRIED TO ME??? TF??

"Hey, Katie, welcome ho-what's that smell?"

and cue Kate Laswell, this head strong, very intelligent, very pretty, and very calm and collected woman, starting to Tremble.

"It's uhmm, from John. He was smoking in office again and I-" "Kate, im no idiot. You had a cig, didn't you?" and Kate nodded. "Dishes, landuray, gardening, bathroom, and you have to sleep on the couch for a month." Kate's mouth fell open, "I-Im not sleeping on the fuckin' couch, Y/n!" "Oh really?"

cue the biggest stare down Kate's ever had with her wife.

"I made myself very fucking clear when I told you no more smoking. I said so right after we said out vows, before we even kissed! I told you no more smoking and yeah, you said sure and kept your word, but this is the fifth time since you started with one four one that you smoked, Kate!" Y/n said at the speed of light, and Kate had to reply it in her head three times just to understand the first sentence and nothing more.

"Listen, Babe, I-" "No. I'm putting my foot the fuck down, Kate! Your done! I'll call John myself and tell him. Fuck-I'll cal everyone in one four one to tell them!" and Kate laughed. "You don't even have their numbers, Darling." "I'll find them!" "How, Baby, how?" "You leave your laptop open all the time!" "Like i'd risk writing down their numbers in my laptop."

"Oh, fuck you!" and Kate laughed even more, "Gladly, My Dear. Just-" "Not like that, Kate!" and finally, her wife laughed with her. And they just laughed for a good three minuets before Y/n said, "As much as I hate your habit...I'm happy your home, Katie." and Kate pressed a soft kiss to her wife's forehead. "Me too..."

"you're still sleeping on the couch though."

"Baaaabe, c'mon!"

[evan4ever]

Hii, could i request a evan peters x fem reader story, where you are wearing some revealing clothes and try to show your best parts to him all over the day. He gets really horny because of that and you find him in the bedroom minding his business. 💀 Maybe he would tell you how pretty you are all over the time

Tease

Evan Peters

Warnings: masturbation, hand job, male orgasm?

—

It had been a few days since you dressed nice. Evan had a nice break from any movies and your job had given you the week off, so you and Evan spent the majority of your time together dressed down and watching movies and pigging out. You loved it, honestly, but today you just felt like dressing up. Maybe you’d try to convince Evan to go out, grab a coffee, anything really.

So instead of grabbing the large T-shirt of Evans that you’ve had on the last 4 days, you grabbed your white cold shoulder body suit and paired it with a brown pencil skirt with some black see through tights, considering the skirt was pretty short. You did some light makeup and put your hair up in a curled high pony. Giving yourself one last glance in the mirror you smiled at how cute you thought you looked. But walking out to the living room where Evan was sat on your couch watching some action movie, when he looked up and his eyes landed on your outfit, he didn’t think you looked cute — he thought you looked fuckin hot.

“Baaaabe” he groaned from the couch, his eyes never leaving your ass that was just barely covered. You looked back confused at first, but taking in his body language and the VERY obvious bulge through his sweatpants, you smiled innocently. Though it wasn’t in your head that you were gonna dress up to tease him, you couldn’t help but do it now seeing how flustered your outfit made him.

“Yeeees?” You tilted your head a bit as you approached him, letting your hands rest in either side oh his head and looking down at him while he watched you. Leaning over him gave him a perfect view of the curves of your breast from your cleavage and he definitely noticed it, groaning again. You giggled, leaning down more and giving him a peck on his lips then another on his cheek before standing up and returning to the kitchen to grab your protein drink that was nowhere to be found. You hugged and turned to face him again, his eyes still wandering your body with a pleased smile.

“Did you drink my protein shake?” You groaned when he nodded apologetically, but an idea filled your head soon after. “Well, I need one. So let’s go downstairs to the coffee shop quick.” You grabbed your purse and slipped some sandals on, turning to look at him but he stared at you like you were crazy. “What?”

“So other people can have the chance to see what I can see???? No.” You raised your eyebrows at his words but couldn’t help feeling like the hottest thing in the world right now. He always made you feel like the most beautiful, but you really enjoyed the thought of him drooling over you.

“Come on. It’s right downstairs. I need my protein shake,” you groaned, grabbing his hand and pulling him up, his hands immediately grabbing your waist giving them a squeeze as he looked down at you now. He looked as if he was contemplating his entire life right now, unsure if he wanted to attempt to fuck you right then and there or wait.

“Fine. Everyone else can keep their eyes off of you though.” His hands slipped behind you and gave your ass a quick squeeze which earned him a light squeal from you. You glared at him as you both left your apartment, then smiled when he grabbed your hand and the two of you walked down to the coffee shop together.

—

“He was totally looking at your ass.” Evan dramatically rolled his eyes as you reentered you place, you giggling as you placed your key on the TV stand after closing the door.

“No he wasn’t. Maybe he was admiring-“

“Your ass? Yep.” He nodded cutting you off.

“Oh my godddd.” You groaned out, grabbing his wrist to turn him around, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. He huffed and looked down at your smiling face as if he was actually upset. You knew he wasn’t. Standing on your tip toes, you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss which he returned happily, his hands finally finding your waist again.

“Why are you so jealous when you’re the one who’ll be taking these off of me tonight?” You asked lowly, your head tilted as you looked at him innocently once again. He groaned and pulled you closer into him, kissing you again this time more passionately. You allowed it to intensify, then pulled back abruptly and walked around him leaving him staring at you with frustration. He knew you weren’t going to give in that easy, you loved teasing him but he loved watching you.

And do you want on about your day, allowing Even to look but not touch. The boy would probably explode the second you touched him. You honestly hadn’t teased him like this before, making sure your skirt was hiked up and bending over as often as you could. Letting your cleavage show more than usual. You got hands with him when you could, allowing him your touch but not letting him touch you. He couldn’t take it anymore and excused himself to the bathroom in your room.

You didn’t think much of it, until you realized how long he’d been in there and that your bedroom door had been shut even though there’s a bathroom door he could close. You got up from your place on the couch and approached the closed door, quietly turning it and opening it. There you saw him, laying in your shared bed, pants at his knees and his hand working on his dick. He hasn’t heard you come in and his eyes were closed as he imagined your perfect body to get himself off too. You wasted no time in going to him, his eyes shooting open at the feeling of your hand taking over for his. He was instantly embarrassed at being caught by you, but you paid no attention to that and only to his pleasure and he quickly forgot all about the embarrassment, his head falling back at your hand movements on him.

“Fuck… I couldn’t take it anymore,” he groaned out in breaths. You just smiled and continued your work, eager to make him cum. “You’re so fucking pretty.” He breathed out again, your head turning so you could look at him. He opened his eyes again to look back at you and you took your opportunity to lean up and let your lips meet his, kissing him while you gave him a handjob. You felt him start bucking up into your hand indicating he was close, you allowed your hand to quicken its pace and you deepened the kiss. It was your favorite thing to make him come undone while your mouth was on his, being able to take in the moan that would escape into your mouth and the shaking of his body under you.

“Fuck babe, I’m gonna cum” you nodded and that was all the allowance he needed as he came all over your hand and his stomach. You kept hand fucking him to help him come down from his orgasm, his long moans slowing and coming to an end as did your hand. You both laid put, your upper half on him, one of his arms wrapped around you.

“Thanks” he smiled down at you, your face scrunching up at his word.

“Don’t thank me you weirdo” you both laughed lightly before you reached up and caressed his cheek, “I need you to fuck me now.”

[lostkrbkaccount]

Krbk hot neighbour AU; part 1.

Kiri: OH MY GOD- OCHAKO!

Uraraka: what, Eijirou?

Kiri: You know your neighbour boyfriend?

Uraraka: Izuku?

Kiri: yeah!

Uraraka: what's up?

Kiri: well I just found out he's got a roommate...

Uraraka: Ei-

Kiri: a HOT roommate!

Uraraka: yeah I know, that's Bakugo.

Kiri: wait- you knew Izuku had a cutie living with him and you didn't think to tell me?

Uraraka: I didn't think he'd be your type..

Kiri: my type? Ocha, he's a cute blond and I'm verrryyyy gay. He's totally my type.

Uraraka: well Izuku is still throwing that party tonight, maybe I could introduce you-

Kiri: oh my GOD, yes please!

Uraraka: okay then.

Kiri: *hugs her* I love You!

Uraraka: haha, I love you too.

Kiri: paint my nails?

Uraraka: he's not gonna be looking at your hands when you have such a nice face..

Kiri: he might! I don't know what he's into..

Uraraka: you'll be Fine, but I'm gonna make em' a pretty red anyway because I'm bored.

Kiri: thank youuuuu

*later at the party*

Kami: brooo

Kiri: bro, where's your boyfriend?

Kami: you mean sero? He's with mina getting some drinks.

Kiri: ah okay..

Kami: what about you? Where's your boyfriend?

Kiri: I'm single, dude.

Kami: really? What happened to Tomo?

Kiri: we broke up months ago, how drunk are you?

Kami: yes.

Kiri: What?

Sero: hey! Sorry about that!

Kami: baaaabe!

Sero: Jesus, I forgot how much of a light weight you are.

Deku: hey guys!

Kiri: hey man, awesome party!

Deku: thank you.

Uraraka: oh Kiri, c'mere I wanna introduce you to Bakugo.

Deku: oh that's perfect, Kacchan will love you

Kiri: are you sure?

Deku: pfft, yeah totally, i told him about you

Kiri: you did?

Uraraka: we may have mentioned you once or twice..

Baku: Deku! We're outta ice, I'm gonna run to the store real quick-

Deku: Kacchan! This is Kiri, we told you about

Kiri: hello!

Baku: hey.

Kiri: if you want I could go with you?

Deku: that's a great idea!

Baku: it is?

Uraraka: Yeah, you can get to know each other better on the walk there and back

Baku: fine with me

Kiri: ah okay cool, I'll catch you guys later?

Deku: that depends if this one isn't all over me later haha

Uraraka: babe! True..

Baku: ugh, i don't wanna know what you straighties get up to

Kiri: you're gay?

Baku: if I wasn't before, I am now.

Kiri: *blushing* let's go get that ice then..

*walking to the store*

Baku: I'm Katsuki Bakugo btw

Kiri: Eijirou Kirishima.

Baku: Eijirou? That's a pretty name.

Kiri: *blushing* thanks. You're pretty.

Baku: Yeah?

Kiri: yeah.

Baku: well if I'm pretty, what are You?

Kiri: lucky I get to see it.

Baku: you smooth mf

Kiri: sorry is it too cheesy? I don't flirt much

Baku: I can tell

Kiri: pfft, shut up!

Baku: why don't you make me?

Kiri: oh I'll fuckin' make you alright.

Baku: fuck the ice, let's go back to yours

Kiri: why?

Baku: I don't feel like going back to that stupid party and if Deku needs ice I'm sure he can manage getting it on his own

Baku: besides I'm having too much fun with you

Kiri: Yeah?

Baku: yeah.

[blueluneacy]

May I request a Mista x reader with shower sex involved? Reader tells Mista he needs a wash but in the end he’s dirtier in the shower. ;)

A dirty man. Filthy man. Rat boy. I love Mista so much but I agree that he smells.

I’m also counting this as my 444 bc uh.... I can. Fuck it!

Warnings: Shower sex, not sfw, gentle lovin fuckin thats all

“You are not getting in bed smelling like that, I just washed the sheets.” You scolded, crossing your arms as your boyfriend tried to slip into bed. He had just gotten back from a mission and was exhausted, but he also was covered in filth, even more so than usual.

“But baaaabe, can’t I shower in the morning? Please?” He pouted, and usually you would give in, but this time… Well, Mista looked like he had just sloughed through the local sewage pipe, and that was where you drew the line.

“Nope, not this time. You’re too filthy, how can you even stand to be like this. I’ll get you a fresh towel, and strip out of your clothes. We’re putting it in the wash tonight, I have a feeling it’ll still stink through the night if we don’t.” You told him, not leaving any more room for discussion and you walked over to the connecting bathroom to your shared bathroom, reaching to grab a towel and turn the shower on so the water was hot and ready for him. You turned to see Mista stripped down, and you gulped, feeling your face heat up as you looked away.

“Well, you seem ready. I’ll start a load of laundry, here’s the towel. And make sure to use soap, Guido.” You told him, trying to feign annoyance. Mista just laughed, walking on over without a care in the world. 

“If you’re so worried about me being clean, why don’t you come in with me?” He teased, looking at you almost hungrily. You gasped as he pulled at your clothing, urging you to take it all off.

“Guido, you need to focus on actually getting clean…” You mumbled, trying to duck past him, but to no avail.“Come on, we’re saving water! Two showers at once!” He ushered you into the bathroom, and you sighed, pulling off your clothes. At least this way you could make sure Mista washed himself off. The two of you hopped into the shower, you immediately grabbing the soap. You knew your boyfriend would attempt something soon, but he was going to get a scrubbing down first. You huffed as you lathered up the bar of soap, starting to help scrub Mista down.“What did you even get into? A garbage disposal?” You asked, sighing as the dirt and ick washed off his body. That’s better, at least. Manageable.

“It’s actually a funny story, you know. I had to go chase a garbage truck after-” Mista started, but you just shook your head, moving to wash Mista’s face.

“Then I don’t wanna hear it. Your stories never make sense anyway.” You teased, finally finishing up cleaning the man up and moving to yourself, sighing a bit. Mista just smiled, wrapping his arms around you and murmuring into your neck.

“We haven’t done something like this in a while, you know…” He told you, and you just sighed, putting down the soap as to not drop it.

“Because you have to be talked into a shower.” You teased, causing him to roll his eyes. You gasped as Mista started to grind against your ass, making it very clear that he was very turned on. You moved to look back at him the best you could, biting your lip all the while. Mista just gasped, grabbing onto you all the more to press you up again the wall. 

“We have the chance now though, don’t we?” He asked you, practically growling into your ear. “All you gotta do is ask, cara.” 

Oh, he had you now. Mista loved to hear you beg, loved to watch the way his voice made you shudder for him. He loved when you were needy, wanting him badly. You gasped, spreading your legs for him and smiling.

“Come on, then. Fuck me, Guido.” You replied. He practically jumped on the chance, pushing into you almost immediately. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your head back to look at him, trying to kiss him the best you could. Mista kissed you back with a heady groan, beginning to roll his hips at a fast needy pace.

“God, you’re so tight… Fuck, baby, feels so good!” Mista groaned out as he threw his head into your shoulder, holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises. You just gasped, bucking back into his needy thrusts. 

“God, yes Guido! Please, more!” Well, if there was one thing the two of you could do, it was egg each other on. You both seemed to babble out praises for each other at the same consistency, leaving the bathroom to be filled with the sound of the two of you begging and praising each other, sloshing water, and wet slapping. You whined as Mista kissed your neck, reaching around to try and hold onto him. Mista just grabbed your arm as leverage and pulled you back more onto his cock, leaving you to moan at the new depth he reached. You had to grab onto something to make sure you didn’t slip and fall. The pleasure of it all was intense and amazing.

“P-Please, more, fuck me more, Guido! P-Please!” You moaned out, Mista groaning into your ear and panting.

“F-Fuck, you like my cock, dolcezza? You like when I fuck you like this?” He asked. You just moaned, nodding rapidly.

“Yes, fuck yes, Guido! P-Please, I’m getting close, god, please!” You moaned out, squirming a bit to try to bring Mista even closer. You were definitely getting close, feeling yourself starting to clamp down on him. He just groaned, and you felt his own thrusts getting sloppy.

“F-Fuck, cum for me, please!” Mista groaned out, his thrusts speeding up as you finally got your release, moaning out Mista’s name loudly as euphoria washed over you. Somewhere in the mix of it all, you felt Mista pull out and finish on your back, the warm ropes causing you to shudder a bit. You gasped as you came down from your high, turning to kiss your lover passionately. In hindsight, you might be dirtier than when you got in the shower, sweat and cum slowly washing down the drain. When the two of you finally pulled away from the drain, you laid your head against Mista’s chest, listening to how his heart was slowly moving back to a steady beat.

“God… That was great baby, thank you.” You smiled. Mista just chuckled a bit, running a hand through your wet hair.

“Just let me know when you’re ready for round two, alright cara?” He told you. You looked up, a bit shocked, but he just smiled. 

“Hey, you said you didn’t want to clean the sheets! Here, it washes all down the drain, no mess.” Mista defended. You just laughed, shaking your head.

“I thought you were tired.” You teased, but he just smiled a bit.

“Well cara, seeing you fills me with lots of energy.”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Fresh Start: Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Cop!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 4,168

A/N: Got the idea for this one while watching ‘The Town’.

Part 1 / Part 2

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You walked into court for the second time from a heavily guarded back room, ten times more terrified than the last time. This time, you had large, dark sunglasses on your face in a vane attempt to cover the bruise and patched up cuts on the right side of your face and a scarf over your head to cover what the sunglasses couldn’t. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep them on in the court room, but you were still going to hold as much of your dignity as you could.

“Ms. Odinson. How are you today?” Nick Fury, who had been Thor… and at one point, your lawyer, asked after you had been sworn in again.

“I’m fine.” You said with a nod over the judge asking you to remove your glasses and scarf. You took a deep breath and kept your eyes strictly on Tony this time as a woman in the jury box gasped at the sight of your cheek. You could almost see your brother’s smirk out of the corner of your eye as he sat back in his chair, causing the chains of the shackles he was being forced to wear for attacking you to rattle. So you simply sat up a little straighter and looked up at Nick.

“I just have a few questions for you today.” Nick started in as he purposely moved directly between you and Tony to mess with your mind. “What time did Jack show up at your place for dinner?”

“It wasn’t my place.” You said with a shake of your head. “I lived in a small apartment with no real kitchen at that time in my life. We were at my broth’a’s house. I serve supp’a at 6:30 every Sunday. I would say he arrived five minutes before that.”

“And what time did my client allegedly shoot one of his dearest friends?”

“I didn’t look at a clock, suh… but I would guess it would have been about seven…”

“What else did you talk about that night?” He asked quickly. “Besides the alleged bank robberies you claimed he orchestrated and the supposed drug deals. What did you talk about?” You startled the slightest bit and actually looked over your brother since you had never been asked that question before.

“Well it started with my sauce recipe. See, I use ground sausage in the sauce when I cook it and then more sausage in the lasagne. Can’t use too much extra seasonings either; get enough of it in the sausage. It’s all about practice and timing…”

“What else?” Fury asked, almost cutting you off in an attempt to trip you up.

“Well, we talked about a painting that I had put up over the stove. Ain’t nothing special. It was just something I found at a thrift store for a nickel. He told me his sister painted and I asked…”

“What else?” Fury interrupted again. You huffed but took a deep breath immediately after, not appreciating the way this man was speaking to you but knowing he was doing just to get you riled up.

“That’s all.” You said shortly as you wrapped your scarf around your hand. “Thor got aggravated and started talking business so I shut up.”

“When you originally spoke to the police.” Fury said as he walked back over to his table to grab your original statement. “You told them that Jack stayed for dinner, and after dinner, you cleaned up, and went home. Is that right?”

“That is what I said, yes. But…”

“You also said the last time we saw you that you supposedly lied out of fear, correct?”

“Rightfully so.” You said as you gestured to your face.

“Your honor, can you instruct the witness to answer yes or no only, please?” You took another deep breath as the judge repeated the instructions to you. You looked straight forward and found Bucky, who had slipped into the back of the gallery. He gave you a short nod and pulled his leather jacket to the side to show a screen printed black shirt with Jessica’s photo on it, making a small smile pull at the corner of your lips. 

“Yes.” You said to the repeated question as you looked back over at Nick.

“Were you arrested in 2013 for possession of narcotics?”

“Objection!”

“Goes to character.” Fury said as he pretended to study the papers in his hand as if they were the most important documents in the history of the world.

“Overruled.” The judge sighed.

“Yes, I was.” You said with a nod as you finally glanced at your brother, who looked so smug it was almost disgusting. It was the look he used to give you when he knew he was winning at any games you played.

“And you plead not guilty?”

“Correct.”

“So you lied again there, correct?” You felt your teeth grind together as you tightened your grip on your scarf.

“Situationally…”

“Your honor!”

“Yes!” You said a little loudly before swallowing your aggravation down. You looked away from him and looked at the small glimpse of Jessica’s face that you could see. “Yes, I lied.”

“So, why should we believe that you’re not lying here today?” He asked a little loudly as he dropped the papers on the table.

“Because you have to believe that people are capable of changing for the ones they love.” You looked over at him with zero emotion on your face but your eyes continued on to your brother and you shook your head. “Because you have to believe that at the end of the day, I am just a moth’a that would do anything for her daught’a’s safety. And if that means I have to turn my back on my broth’a because he is a dang’a to her well being, and he is asking me be a dang’a to her well being as well, I will. I am doing this for Jessica. Not because I don’t love my broth’a. But because I love my daught’a more.” You looked back up at Fury before turning to look straight forward at the photo once more. It took Fury a second before he shook his head.

“I’ve got nothing more.” He said as he sat down.

“Cross.” Tony said quickly as he shot up from his chair. You looked over at him as he moved just to the edge of the table. “Ms. Odinson, did you or did you not see the defendant shoot Jack?”

“I did.” You said with a nod.

“And did you, or did you not originally lie about it under your brother’s instruction?”

“I did.”

“Last one. Did you or did you not decide on your own that coming clean about what you saw was the right thing to do no matter what the consequences could have been?”

“I did.” You stated one final time.

“Thank you, (Y/N). That’s all I have for you today.”

“You may go, Ms. Odinson.” The judge said quietly. You nodded your head and looked over at your brother for the last time before quickly putting your sunglasses back on. You walked out of the witness box, and disappeared through the side door where there were two Marshalls waiting for you to take you back to the WITSEC holding center so you could get ready for your new life.

——

“This is a house.” You said a little slowly as you worked hard on turning your Boston accent into a slightly New York/ slightly accent less sounding one, much to your displeasure.

“This is our house.” Bucky said as he pulled your new to you Hyundai Santa Fe into the driveway of a three bedroom, three bathroom Las Vegas, Nevada home. “New house for the new (Y/L/N) family.”

“I’ve ne-ver lived in’a house before.” You said as you leaned forward to look at the fake grass covered front yard. “This isn’t real.” You said as you sat back and looked at your fiancé with your eyebrows raised. “No, you’re just teasin’ me.”

“I’m really not.” He chuckled as he pulled into the two car garage and shut off the engine.

“James.”

“(Y/N).” He said with a smile as he put the car in park and turned off the engine. He looked over at you and gestured vaguely with his hand. “Go on. Go Townie…”

“This is faackin’ ridiculous!” You nearly screeched in the accent you been hiding for weeks as he sat in the car, and waited for you to get it out. “Ain’t no one in the Town lives this nice. Like we’re damn royals ‘er some shit. You know, houses like this means ya got shit ta rob. I’d’a robbed a house like this.”

“Well it’s a good thing you threatened to cut off someone’s dick so we could keep Dakota then.” He said with a nod as he looked back at the dog that was laying across the back seat, fast asleep. 

“Even still. Catch chaages ‘ere, boy, I tell ya. This bitch… this bitch’s ours? No shit?”

“No shit.” Bucky laughed.

“Babe. Baaaabe. Stop.”

“Do you even wanna see inside?” He asked as he gestured to the door leading into the house. “You picked out all that furniture last week, you gotta have somewhere to put it…”

“Oh moth’a fuckin’ right I’mma go inside. Tha’s my moth’a fuckin’ house. Gotta find places for the damn guns!”

“You can take the girl outta the Town.” He chuckled behind you as you let Dakota out of the back while he got a still waking up Jessie out of her car seat.

“Ooo, no more quarters!” You said as you pointed to the washer and dryer in the little laundry room. “No more scrubs chattin’ me up at the mat.”

“I love how it’s always the little things with you.” He teased as he followed you into the kitchen while Dakota ran into the house to investigate and make sure everything was OK.

“Bucky!” You hissed as you dead stopped in front of him, nearly forcing him to run into you as you turned around and whacked his arm. “A dishwash’a!”

“And counter space for me to cook.” He said as he gestured with his elbow to the white marble countertops that ran the length of three of the four walls of the medium kitchen except for the places left open for new appliances the WITSEC people would be helping you finance until you both found jobs. 

“Yea, cause we all know I cain’t cook for shit.” You said as you looked in the small pantry built into the fourth wall beside the door to the laundry room. You turned to look at the massive living room (that had very questionable grey tile like the entire first floor) and stopped again at the sight of water. “Wait. That ain’t what I think it is.”

“I don’t know what you think it is.” Your fiancé said with a smile as he put the diaper bag on the counter and moved Jess to his other hip. “So you might as well go look for yourself.” You shot him a glare over your shoulder as you walked quickly across the room toward a sliding glass door that had a cage like screen door fitted over it.

“Fuck off.” You said as you stepped out into your decent sized, walled in back yard, and looked at the pool with a cute little rock waterfall in the deep end to your right that actually belonged to you. “This is a dream.”

“Here, why don’t you take Jessica.” Bucky said as the movers rang the door bell to drop off the boxes of the belongings you brought from Boston and all of the new furniture you had picked out for your house. “And see how she feels about being in a swimming pool. I’ll help the movers out. That way you don’t have to practice New York in your excitement.”

“James.” You whispered as you took your suddenly super talkative daughter from your fiancé with a smile and a hint of tears. “Thank you. I never would have done this without you.”

“Anything for the woman I love and our little girl.” He said softly as he gave you a chaste kiss. “Please don’t be naked when I come back out here.”

“That ain’t happening.” You replied honestly as you kicked off your flip flops and walked over to the shallow, beach entry. “You ain’t never been in a pool before, Jessie. This’ll be fun for you. And you are gunna have to get naked just like Mommy…”

“I heard that!” Bucky said over Jessie’s babbles and the few miscellaneous words she knew as he pushed the sliding glass doors open all the way for the grill, and the small fire pit and couple rocking chairs you just had to have.

“Nak-ee baby!” You said as New Yorker as possible as you pulled off the dress you had on your daughter, and tossed it to the side. “Nak-ee Mommy!”

“Mama! Ball!”

“Don’t you do it!” He chuckled as you stepped out of your jeans, choosing to placate him by leaving your thong on.

“Tan lines.” You said with a glare at him as you sat down on the edge to take off your shirt, which caused one of the younger movers to put down your rocking chair roughly and bee line it back into the house.

“Modesty.” He said as he watched you stand up and pull the strap of your panties up a bit on your hips to slightly cover the ‘Boston Strong’ Massachusetts state shaped tattoo on your hip, which according to your new “official” life story was a memorial to your dead mother who was born and raised in Boston and the location of your birth and the first couple years of your life before you “moved to New York”. You hated that it no longer could stand for your love of your hometown. “Damn, baby. The things I would do to you…”

“That’s how we got this one.” You said as you walked out into the sun warmed water. “Want another?”

“Oh, hell yea.” He said as he turned away to help direct the movers with your belongings.

“Yea, Daddy’s crazy if he thinks I’m puttin’ this body through another baby. You were bad enough on me, you little punkin’. Weren’t you?” You smiled at your baby girl infectious laugh as you carefully walked down the two steps to lower you both into the three feet of water. “What’s that?” You asked playfully as you took a couple steps away from the shelf so she could start to figure out the concept of the pool. “We swimming? It’s like a giant bathtub.” You pulled off her diaper since it swelled nearly instantly and stuck it on the side of the pool as you continued to slowly walk deeper into the pool.

“We never had a swimmin’ pool growing up.” You said at nearly a whisper as you moved to stand just in the shade created by the long pergola so your daughter didn’t get burned with this much stronger sun and so that you could watch the guys moving things into your new home. “That ain’t true. When we were kids, your grand pop bought a plastic above ground pool. Just a round circle with a cheap as fuck ladder. We had it for a whole week until your uncle busted the side open with his skateboard. Faackin’ idiot.” Jess laughed as you pat your hand on the water. 

“Yea, baby girl. Us Townies ain’t never seen nothin’ this nice, though. Had ta have money for them in ground fucks. But you, my little meatball, get a beautiful pool in a nice, safe neighborhood. You don’t gotta worry ‘bout walking down to the spa for groceries. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the crazies or drugs or bank robberies every other day. None of it. And you know why? Because you, little girl, have the best damn daddy in the whole damn world.”

“Dada.” 

“Yea, Dada.” You said with a nod as you cupped some water in your hand and poured it over the back of her head to keep her cool. “He’s a wicked good man, baby girl. Way better than your Ma deserves.”

“Baf.” Jess said as she tried, unsuccessfully to get water in her little hands to put on her head to ‘help’, only succeeding in splashing you both with water.

“Sure, punkin’. This can be your bath.” You giggled as you sunk down in the water a little more. “We’ll stay out here all day for your bath while the boys do the hard work inside. How about that?” Jessie simply giggled and splashed more water on both of you, trying to give herself a bath like you did every night. “God, you’re such a meatball” You laughed as you helped her put more water on her head like she apparently wanted. “You are so my kid.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So I think we should redo this back yard.” Bucky said as he looked out the far set of sliding glass doors, which lead to the other side of your back yard. “I don’t like that metal fence separating the pool. Bars are too far apart. She could just slip right through…”

“Babe, we just fuckin’ moved in.” You sighed as you unloaded boxes of toys into baskets along the back wall beside the new, very comfortable, grey, ‘u’ shaped couch while keeping an eye on Jessica as she pulled the toys right back out of the baskets and scattered them across the floor in what you were temporarily deeming as ‘her spot’. “Can you maybe finish setting up the TV first?”

“That’d be easy to rip out. Same with this dumb brick.” He said more to himself as he gestured vaguely in that direction. “Grass this whole area in with that fake grass shit…”

“Bucky.” You said in a sing song voice as you broke down the empty box and added it to the growing pile by the front door so you could go put all the toys back into their baskets again. “TV, please.”

“Little swing set for Jess. This live oak is nice for shade… hammock between those two palms…

“James! Put my damn TV together so your kid can stop ripping apart my living room!” Your fiancé turned around with a huff and a smirk as he watched Jess grab the toy you had literally just put away and throw it on the pink, flower carpet with a laugh.

“OK!” He said as he raised his hands in surrender. “TV.”

“Why you gotta be a damn pain in my ass?” You asked both him and Jessica as you scooped her up, grabbed the toy from her hand, and put it back in the basket. “What’r you doin’, punk, huh? You just pissin off your Ma just ‘cause you can?” You blew a loud raspberry on her cheek and pretended to drop her by moving her to straddle your stomach, holding her head and body to your chest, and dipping both of you down toward the ground. She squealed loudly and took off running when you put her down, making Dakota jump up from where he was watching near the half bathroom to follow her.

“How long have you had him?” Bucky asked as you walked over and started to push a box of his books toward the entertainment center he was setting the TV up on.

“Who, Dakota?” You asked as you pulled open the box. “‘Bout two months after Thor got locked up. Couple days after I found out I was pregnant. I just wanted to know that my kid was safe. So I bought the most vicious looking puppy I could find and had a guy from the block teach me how to train him to be a guard dog that was good with kids. And damn did I get a good one. He’s taken a beating from Jess. She climbs all over him, she’ll even just lay on him and yell at me about bed time right by his ear and he just takes it. She’s his baby.” Bucky nodded his head slowly as he hooked up the cable box that the cable company had dropped off that morning.

“I tried finding you.” He said as you walked over to grab your box of DVD’s. “After, I mean. I tried so damn hard. It was about six months after. I went back to your old apartment but the lady next door said you’d just left one night. She’d no idea where you went…”

“I moved into one of Thor’s places.” You sighed. “Rent was paid up for a whole year, bills were all paid for with money he kept stashed there. It wasn’t even a debate in my head. I cleaned out my cash stash, moved out, and sold all my furniture to some guy few blocks over who was moving in to the section 8 housing for wicked cheap. Got rid of my main car to pay for Jessie’s doctor visits.”

“That’s why I couldn’t find anything in your name.” He said, sadly as you both turned around to look at your daughter as she rattled the baby gate that prevented her from going upstairs. “Jessica!” Your daughter whipped around so quickly she stumbled and landed on her butt. “Leave it alone. No.” Her bottom lip trembled for only a moment before Dakota came over to give her a kiss and nudge her until she stood up again to keep playing.

“I know you didn’t want to leave.” You said softly as you watched Jess put her butt in the air to get her feet under her before grabbing on to her four legged best friend so she didn’t topple over. “I’d like to think I knew you well enough to know that. But we both have to accept that our… relationship is wicked fuckin’ complicated. I have to accept that I don’t know what’s true and what was a lie about what you told me about yourself. And you have to accept that me and your daughter were unfortunately collateral damage because of your job. It sucks, we both hate it. 

But we are also here together; just you and me. Not that I mind that at all because have you seen you naked? And have you cried on your shoulder? And for fucks sake, have you ever, ever met another poor fuck that can sit and listen to me for any fucking stretch of time? Do you think anyone else can put up with sleeping with me? No, because you’re the fucking saint to my satan. But you need to remember something. We are actually, legally new people here. I’m a fucking secretary for fucks sake. And you’re a fucking mechanic. So now, we get to develop those people together. Like… I think, I spent a spring break in Miami Beach and I was on some spring break pool party music video show on MTV. And you could be an army vet…”

“I am an army vet.” He interrupted.

“Then you can still be an army vet, jerk face.” You laughed as you gently pushed his shoulder. “Are you even hearing what I’m saying or is New James a shit listener?”

“I hear you.” He chuckled as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to him. “I hate that you’re the rational one of us and I’m the emotional one.”

“That’s what you get when you’re raised on the streets of Charlestown. Rationality.” You both looked over at a single bark, a large bang, and Jessica’s sudden scream cry, and you had no idea which one of you ran into the kitchen faster to get to her. She had somehow managed to pull the oven open, and it must have knocked her down when gravity took over.

“Oh, my poor baby.” Bucky cooed as he picked her up.

“Oh, she’s fine.” You said as you shut the oven with your heel and pointed at him. “Shoulda had the TV set up. She’d be watching Mickey Mouse right now.”

“You know what… fuck you.” He laughed as he cuddled his daughter closer. “Go be rational somewhere else.”

“I’m tellin’ you now, that baby may not be raised in the Town but she sure as fuck ain’t gunna be no pussy ass bitch baby, you hear me?” You called out as you grabbed the next DVD box. “She’s got Townie blood…”

“She’s got sweet New York blood, too.” He said as grabbed the two remotes and sat down with his little love to coddle her. “Tell your Mommy that you’re going to be a sweet little angel, aren’t you.”

“Oh, God help us all!” You groaned playfully as you unloaded the next box while Bucky set up the TV and cable under the watchful eyes of Jessie and Dakota.

Part 4

[kensboytoy]

Barbie’s Hair Salon

Title: Barbie’s Hair Salon Fandom: Beetlejuice The Musical Pairings: Beetlejuice/Reader (Gender Neutral) Ratings: General

“And he was like ‘No way you can shove this baby Sandworm up your nose’, so I was like ‘Uh yeah, I totally can!’ And then I-”

“Beetlejuice,” you whined softly as his fingers ran along your scalp to get the hair dye to stick to your roots.

The demon had practically begged you to dye your hair something bold after you had mentioned liking his mood ring colours and how they suited him. While he couldn’t give you the same effect, he was desperate to make you look just as crazy as him. Which wasn’t a big vote of confidence considering how his own colour clung to his dirty, shaggy mound of fluff. It was cute in a trash sort of way but on you? Well, you had some doubts.

“You don’t have to help, you know. I told you I was just gonna go to the salon to get this done-”

He gasped, feigning shock with one hand over where his heart should be.

“A salon? I didn’t know that I was talking to high society!” The demon decided to mock you in that annoying voice he loved to do when belittling your ‘breather’ opinions. “Oh, I’m sorry Your Highness, I didn’t know you wanted to blow three hundred smackaroos when your b-f-f-f could do this for free.”

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You shrunk in your seat, feeling a little bit guilty. That kind of money to blow on something so frivolous? You felt bad for even suggesting it.

“I just meant that you didn’t have to be the one to do it, y’know. Didn’t wanna bug you with it,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Oh, honey, I used to dye my hair back in the day with fuckin’ Kool-Aid,” he snorted. “Now I just go to Hot Topic and pocket this shit for free. Waaaay better. Doesn’t make me wanna eat my goddamn hair now.”

“Beetlejuice!”

“What?” The man pouted at you, jutting out one hip to give you that level of sass you came to know and love. “Oh, stealing from a big corporation! Such a bad man I am! C’mon, babes, I’m a fucking demon. We’re not exactly kosher with trying to score brownie points, alright?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in irritation. One day you’d go to that store and ‘accidentally’ leave them a wad of cash in Beetlejuice’s wake so the idiot didn’t get those poor kids fired.

“‘Sides, we’re so close to a whole new you! You’ll get more personality from my craftsmanship than some prissy know-it-all.”

Sighing, you let him continue so he would stop his pouting. You wanted to tease him about just how personal he was taking this but you kind of didn’t want him to fry your hair in revenge for making a stink. He’d do it too, the asshole. You’d be coming out looking like a fried Doc Brown if you weren’t careful. It wasn’t really the look you were going for this season.

Beetlejuice mumbled nonsense to himself as he circled around you while you sat idly. Maybe doing this in a kitchen was a dumb idea but he had insisted on washing your hair out in the sink. But you hadn’t noticed that he had let the dirty dishes stack up, Beej trying to use this as an excuse to get his one chore done while pretending he was being thoughtful. You’d yell at him upon finding out that your bowls were dyed the same colour as your hair.

Whenever you fidgeted, he swatted at you like an irritated mother scolding a kid for getting into the cookie jar. It was your turn to pout up at him but he seemed too preoccupied to care. You huffed and tried not to feel how sore your ass was from sitting in the same spot for what felt like hours now. It had taken ages for that bleach to soak in but at least this was the final step.

You actually didn’t know what colour Beetlejuice had chosen for you - he had insisted it remain a surprise until he blow dried your hair himself.

“No peeeeeking,” he crooned as you tried to sneak a glance in the reflection of your fridge. “It’s almost done, babes! C’mon, you have more patience than me don’tcha?”

“I dunno, Juice. You’re being such a tease about what colour you chose that it almost seems suspicious.”

“Suspicious? Me?” He chuckled and set your hair up under a showercap to allow you to move freely without worrying if dye would get all over the floor. “I told you I’d pick the colour that suits you the most! You don’t have trust in me?”

You rolled your eyes and strolled into the living room. He was right behind you, moving you out of the way so he’d get first dibs on a seat. You didn’t mind because you promptly sat down on your side and stretched out all over him. He gave a groan of protest but soon hooked an arm around you to cuddle as you lazily flipped through the streaming channels you had to watch something.

It didn’t take very long for you to nod off, remote slipping out of your hand and clattering onto the floor. Beetlejuice had watched you, more intrigued by you than whatever trash you had settled to watch. He smiled at how sweet you looked curled up against him. It made him feel so protective of you. You were his little breather.

Once enough time had passed, you were jostled awake by the impatient being.

“Baaaabes. Baaaaaabes! Wake up!”

You jolted upwards, snapping out of it instantly. A groan left your lips as you rubbed the side of your face that had unfortunately been pressed right to his suspenders. The red mark left in its wake made your flesh a funny new pattern that would wear off soon enough. You rubbed at it before blinking wearily up at him.

“C’mon, babes. Enough beauty sleep! We gotta wash that shit out and doll you up nice an’ purdy,” he finished in a southern twang.

You already felt like a doll the moment he picked you up by the shoulders and hauled you back into the kitchen. Trying to rub the sleep from your eyes, you let out a yawn only to be met with the stinging cold of the water shooting out of the faucet attachment. You let out a yelp of protest before Beetlejuice held your head firmly into place.

“Stop squirmin’ or you’re getting waterboarded instead.”

Annoyed, you shut your eyes tight and held your breath in case he wanted to make true on that threat.

His hands massaging your scalp felt like heaven in your dazed state. You leaned into his touch and were quickly rewarded with his nails scratching you gently. Beetlejuice knew what made you tick by now and head scratches were definitely in the cards. A happy sigh as the water grew a bit warmer - lukewarm to make sure the colour wouldn’t wash out so easily the first go around. You were surprised that the demon actually knew how to maintain, well, anything. He didn’t exactly seem the patient type.

The demon watched you curiously as he washed out the dye. He wanted to have a bit of fun to lord over your head. Your hair tangled in his talented digits and he gently tugged the curls. You let out a groan at the feeling, liking all the fussing he was doing. Chuckling, he splashed your face with water before pushing you up so he could drain your hair of extra moisture.

As tenderly as he was able to, he toweled you off. You felt like a cloud was encasing your entire head.

“... did you warm this up?” you asked, a bit surprised at the tender gesture.

“Well, you wanted a salon treatment, babes. Thought I might give you somethin’ you’d miss out on.”

He winked at you and you felt your heart flutter. The bastard knew how to be charming when he wanted to be.

Beetlejuice hauled your chair across the room, ruining the moment by making the most godawful sound as the legs of the chair scraped the floor. You put your hands over your ears before you heard the loud whirring of a blow dryer. Heat graced the back of your neck, sending goosebumps along your arms and a shudder down your spine.

You were lost basking in the warm glow, taking in the breeze as a welcome change from the gross splashes of sink water. Even when he blew it in your eyes to make you flinch, it still felt good enough that you wouldn’t knee him straight in the nards.

Once your hair was properly dried, you felt his fingers running through your hair, coated with some sort of gel. You wanted to oppose the idea of any product before you saw it but your curiosity was definitely piqued. Finally, you were ready. All of it was ready to be unveiled so you sat in your chair, wiggling around like their were ants in your pants - or perhaps a centipede or two that had escaped from Beetlejuice’s pocket.

Pleased with his work, he finally retrieved your hand mirror and showed you the final product.

“Taaaadaaaaa!” he sang out, a third arm slipping from his torso to do jazz hands with the one not holding the mirror.

What you saw left you speechless.

And not in a good way.

“Green?!” you barked, almost falling back in your seat at the sight. “Beetlejuice! That’s your colour! You said you were doing something special for me!”

He looked almost offended and quickly rolled his head around to mimic your whininess.

“I did do somethin’ special! Hey, not everyone can pull off the look.” Beetlejuice smoothed his own hair back and grinned a toothy grin. “And besides, babes, we know that green already looks so good on ya.”

Before you could continue your staunch protest of his choice, he had managed to catch your lips in a surprise kiss. Your complaints were muffled and your cheeks burned a deep red.

“See? The colour brings attention to just how sweet that face of yours gets when you’re all embarrassed.” He laughed loudly and took your face in his hands, planting another kiss right on your lips. “I gotta admit, I thought I was the only one who could pull that look off. But it looks so damn good to see a little bit of me in - uh, on you.”

There was a saucy wink before he moved behind you to cuddle from behind, his stupid face looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. You sighed. There was no way you could stay mad at that face too long. He could get away with murder and you wouldn’t bat an eye. You knew what you were signing up for when you turned him loose.

“Fine,” you replied with a huff. “But I get to style it a different way. I don’t want to do that gross couple thing of matching.”

The demon didn’t refute the request and instead made a row of fine hair care products dance in front of you midair. You chose the right gel and took a pair of scissors, demanding that he hold the goddamn mirror straight for one second - to which he replied: “Babes, me? Straight? I pity the thought! And the fool.”

You shushed him and began your work. He watched on with eager eyes lighting up as he began to get the idea. Without any word, he grabbed the scissors and an electric razor and finished the job for you. When you were done, you admired the well trimmed faux-hawk he left in his wake. You gave a little whistle before he leaned in.

“So, like it now?” he inquired, raising one eyebrow and biting his lower lip like a beaver.

Pulling him down by his tie, you planted a kiss right on his cheek and nuzzled against his scruff. It was his turn to change a different colour, his green tinted more pink now. He let out a girlish giggle and scooped you up into his arms bridal style. As much as he could get on your nerves, you knew you loved the infectious smile and happiness this idiot demon brought along with his wild schemes.

[nialledfromfics]

iidkb - Chp 18 Pt 1 - The Dream

previous chapters

It had been five days since I saw the texts. Five days since I had rushed back into my kitchen, half naked, where Niall was preparing dinner and showed him the texts from her. Five days since I saw an anger flash on his face that I had only seen when he found out about that other guy. Five days since I broke down crying in front of him, heaped on my kitchen floor, because I was truly unsure if I could actually do this.

Five days since he took me in his arms and reassured me that everything would be okay.

“That should take care of it,” he mumbled to me as I sat on his couch, my hands clasped tight together watching as he slowly paced the floor in front of me. I couldn't help but anxiously wiggle my knee. “She shouldn’t be botherin’ us anymore.”

“What happened?” I questioned, my lips parting slightly as I looked up at him. “What’d she say?”

“Well, I told her to leave us the fuck alone,” he began, stopping in front of me on the other side of the glass coffee table, his one hand resting on his hip. “Told her that if she contacted either of us again or talked to the press or tabloids or whatever, I’d be contacting me lawyers. That shut her up pretty fuckin’ quick.”

I swallowed hard, glancing down to my bare feet, my toes squishing into his plush carpet. “Do you think she’s gonna listen?”

He let out a puff of breath, running a hand through his hair and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, his mouth turning down into a frown. “I don’t know. She was pretty apologetic, beggin’ me to forgive her and shit. Sayin’ she still loves me.”

My wide eyes quickly shot up to his, darting fast as my heart began to pound frantic in my chest.

Sensing my worry, he shook his head at me, a shy smile pulling at his mouth. “No, no don’t worry, darlin’. She’s just chattin’ shit now ‘cause she doesn’t want me doin’ nothin’. It‘s fine.”

“Yeah, but she does want you back, Niall,” I muttered under my breath, glancing away from him briefly.

“Doesn’t mean I want her back,” he retorted, furrowing his brows as he stared back down at me, “I wanna be with you, Summer.”

Looking up at him, I licked at my lips and gave him a soft smile before reaching my hand out towards him. “C’mere,” I whispered, my fingers wiggling slightly before gripping into the front of his t-shirt as he stepped around the table over to me. I pulled him closer, my head tipping back to peer up at him. “Thanks, kid.”

His hand came up to pet down the back of my head, thick fingers carding through. “For what, love?”

I drew in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering lightly. “For always taking care of me. You’re a good guy, Niall.”

Bending down, he placed a small kiss to my forehead and sat his bottom on the edge of the glass table right across from me. “ ‘Course. Never gonna let nobody hurt ya, you know that.” He placed his hands at my thighs, my knees barely grazing the inside of his spread legs as his fingers rubbed lightly into the soft material of my sweatpants. Shooting him a smile, I ran my hands up his forearms, my fingers stopping to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt that sat right below his biceps.

“I love you, Sum,” he said, his blue eyes glued to mine.

“I love you too, Ni.”

“So I was thinkin’-”

“Oh God…”

“How ‘bout we do a BBQ tonight, yeah? A proper one. Have Dan and Clare over. Like a last little get together before I leave for the states in a few days. Supposed to be nice one out today.” His voice got low as he trailed his eyes over my suddenly sullen face.

I knew he was leaving soon. I knew it was really important and required of him and his band. I knew he didn’t really have a choice. I knew this. Still didn’t mean I wanted him to go. It would be the first time we were apart for more than just a few days and it made me incredibly sad to think about. I tensed up again, growing quiet as I stared at his chest, flicking my eyes over to watch as I pulled at a small string that hung off his sleeve.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me, brows furrowing and his voice going soft as his hands gripped a bit tighter around my thighs.

I pursed my lips over to the side, my teeth biting slightly to the inside of my mouth as I slowly caught his stare. “Nothing. Just…” I let out a small sigh, my shoulders rolling forward a bit, “Just going to miss you.”

“Awe baaaabe,” he teased gently, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “I know. It’s gonna be hard bein’ away, but it’ll be fine. I’ll be back before ya know it.” I rolled my eyes at him as I felt the slight rough pads of his fingers reach up to brush away some hair from my temple, tucking it back behind my ear. “I’m gonna miss ya more than you know,” he whispered, curling his fingers at the ends.

Smiling at him, I reached up and cradled my hands around his face, leaning forward to place a kiss to his mouth. He smiled fully against my lips, wrapping his strong arm around my waist and leaned into me, moving our bodies and pushing me down to the side to lay on the couch. My arms slung around his neck, a breathy giggle leaving my mouth as he pressed his body weight on top of me, slotting his legs between mine, his sweet little mouth peppering tiny kisses down all over my lips and jaw.

I tightened my arms around him, my fingers mindlessly flitting through the tiny thick bleached curls at the nape of his neck. Nudging my nose at the side of his throat, the scent of him pleasantly filled my lungs as my eyes slowly fell closed. I felt his hands cradle gently around my head, his face tucking down into my neck as his lips slid deliciously across my skin. “This is what I’m going to miss,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I ran my hand up through his hair, my one leg tucking up over his. “You.”

Shifting my face, I placed a tender kiss under his stubbled jaw. “Kissing you. Hugging you. Touching you,” I whispered between tiny kisses, before breathing in deep. “Smelling you. You smell so fucking good.”

He let out a chuckle, his hot breath beating out onto my neck before he lifted his face to look down at me. Peeling my eyes open, I stared up at him and bit at my bottom lip. “I‘m gonna miss you too, Sum. But it’s only for, not even, two weeks, then I’ll be back.”

I watched as I gingerly raked my fingers through the front of his hair, running them down the back before letting my thumb trace the shell of his ear. “Yeah, then you leave for tour. For a long time.”

He tipped his head down, a small huff of breath falling from his lips as his forehead rested at my cheek. “I told ya, babe,” he said calmly, lifting his face to look down at me, “Any chance you can get off work, I will fly ya out to wherever I’m at. Whenever, anytime, it doesn’t matter.”

He let out a small laugh. “Shit, I’d have ya there with me the whole time if I could.”

“You think I’m just going to follow you around like a lost little puppy?” I quipped, tilting my head to the side and narrowing my eyes, a playful smile pulling at my lips.

His brows knitted, his head shaking faintly. “No…no that’s not what I meant–”

“I’m just kidding with you, Ni.” He darted eyes with me, nervously licking at his lips. “I’d follow you everywhere if I could,” I whispered, pulling my head up off the couch to press my lips to his. “It’s gonna be really hard.”

Nodding his head, he rolled his lips into his mouth, his fingers delicately twisting in my hair. “We'll be okay, darlin’. We can get through it.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fuckin’ positive,” he declared with a smile.

Shaking my head, my hands grasped firm around his neck, fingers gripping to the back as I let out a chuckle. “This is so weird.”

“What?”

I caught his stare, those gorgeous blues gleaming bright in the afternoon sun that streamed through his large glass windows of his living room. Smiling, I sucked in a small breath and gnawed at the corner of my mouth. “Can I tell you something?”

“ ‘Course,” he replied, his voice going unusually high.

I flicked my eyes away from his face, his thumb rubbing faintly at my temple as a small grin tugged at his mouth. Pressing my lips into a line, I tried to suppress my nervous smile as I fluttered my eyes back to his. “So, um, I kinda...never really had a boyfriend before.”

His brows pulled in, his lips parting slightly. “Never?”

“No,” I stated, rolling my eyes slightly. “Well, I mean, I've dated guys before when I was younger, but it was always really casual and just...it was nothing like a real boyfriend or relationship or anything.”

“Wow,” he breathed out.

I huffed out a laugh. “I know.”

“I don’t mean that as a bad thing, babe, I’m just...surprised ‘cause I remember you sayin’ you’d been in love before,” he mentioned, his stare focused on me.

“Huh?”

“Back at yours that one time. With Dan and Clare? When we were playin’ truth or dare? You said you had been in love once.” My eyes grew wide, a big smile spreading across my lips. I brought a hand over to cover my mouth as my eyes gently fell closed in a tiny giggle. "What?"

“I meant you, dummy,” I whispered as I stared back up at him.

He pulled his face back slightly. “Me?” he squeaked out, tilting his head to the side as his one brow raised up. “You were in love with me back then?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath.

Letting out a laugh, I licked at my lips. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Well, when did you know you loved me?” I asked him, my voice soft.

He slowly let his stare float down my face, his fingers brushing at my hair as he locked his eyes with mine. “The moment I saw you walk into the pub.”

“Really?”

He nodded his head. “Really. When ya sat down next to me and...when ya looked at me. I don’t know, somethin’ just...clicked. I mean, I didn’t know I was gonna fall this fuckin’ hard, but I knew it was gonna be somethin’.”

“Always knew you had it in ya, kid,” I joked, giving him a smug smirk.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “I‘m sure ya did.”

I tipped my head back in a laugh, my legs curling up around his hips as he let out his own chuckle, tucking his face down into my neck. “Why are we so fucking corny?” I breathed out.

“Don’t know, love. Don’t fuckin’ know.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him into me as our bodies molded perfectly together. He was warm, always so warm. I felt so safe, so comfortable, so fucking whole with him. I flicked my stare around his white ceiling, the sound of his steady breathing the only thing I could hear as we laid quiet for a bit. “Could lay here with ya all day, to be honest,” he muttered against my neck. “Gonna take a little nap.”

He let his full body weight crush down on me, shifting his hips to nestle further between my bent up legs. A giggle forced itself from my lungs beneath his chest. “Niall, no!” I squealed, wriggling my body under him. He laughed at me, his body feeling like a ton of cement bricks on top of me as I moved my hands to his shoulders, full belly laughs belting out from my mouth as I tried to push him off.

“Let me up!” I creaked out between laughs, finally getting a break in his weight to shift my body and roll over to my side. With my eyes squeezed shut in deep laughs, I twisted to my front as my body half tumbled off the couch and gripped the carpet with my fingers, trying to pull the lower half of my body out from under him. His hands quickly grabbed around my ribs, his fingers digging in and a harsh tickle making me burst out my giggles even harder, my stomach beginning to hurt from all the laughter. I could hear the roar from his own laugh bouncing off his walls as he slid his body down the floor with mine, my arms reaching out above my head as I moved my knees and desperately tried to crawl away.

“Niall!” I cried out between gasping breaths. The tears of my laughs began to fill my eyes as I felt him grab at my ankles and yank me back, throwing his body on top of mine.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’?” he demanded, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to the carpet as the weight of his body pressed my tummy into the floor. He was fully on top of me again, his elbows holding himself up slightly as the side of my face pressed into the fluffy white carpet. My lips gently parted as I tried to collect my breath from all the laughing. He giggled slightly down into my hair, his nose nudging right below my ear.

“Ni,” I whined, slightly moving my body under him. “Get off me.”

I felt the faint rock of his hips, the pressure of his bulge pressing down hard against the full of my bum. My eyes fluttered closed, his lips brushing softly along my skin as the heat from his wet breath gently panted out against my neck. “Not ‘til ya tell me ya want it,” he breathed out, his now semi-hard cock rubbing harder against my ass.

“I’m not telling you anything,” I teased him, his fingers wrapping tighter around my small wrists as I curled my fingers into the shaggy fibers of the rug.  

He let out a snicker, his head tilting slightly to suck a bit harder at my flesh, my head tipping to the side to bare my neck and grant him the access he was craving. “Know ya want me cock in your pretty little arse,” he muttered into my wet skin, his hips thrusting up against me as his knee tucked behind mine and pushed my one leg up a bit to spread my legs wider. “Just tell me ya want it.”

I smiled to myself, breathing in deep as my body began to react to him. The achingly slow rock of his hips, the tantalizing tease of his hardening length rubbing so perfectly at me and the overwhelming warmth of his body, quickly sending me into lustful trembles. But I wasn’t going to give in. Nope, not yet. “No,” I whispered, voice weak, “Get off me, you freak.”

He smiled against my skin, his thin pink lips skimming up to the shell of my ear as his chest rose high against my back. “Wanna hear ya say it,” he cooed, “hear it in that sweet voice of yours.”

Letting out a shallow breath, I licked at my lips, his hips still rocking down against me. “Fine,” I spit out, “I want it.”

“Want what?” he asked in my ear, hissing in a breath through clenched teeth as he pushed his cock down harder between my legs.

I hummed out faintly, lifting my hips up off the floor slightly to press my ass up against him. “Want you to get off me,” I whispered with a smirk, biting my lip.

He let out a frustrated groan, catching my earlobe between his teeth and biting down as his rough fingers tightened around my wrists. “Gonna tie your ass up again if ya don’t listen to me, darlin’,” he growled out in a rasp, his breath spreading hot against my face.

“Mmm, you promise?”

He let out a chuckle, his face burying down against the side of mine. “Dirty girl,” he mumbled, “C’mon...please say it. For me. I wanna hear it.” His voice had lowered a bit, the gentle raspy plea from his lips making me weaker than anything else.

I pulled at my arms, his grip not letting up as I drew in a breath. “Niall, my sweet little baby,” I started, my voice soft as silk as I played into his game, “I wanna feel your perfect cock in my ass. Please.”

He moaned deep at my words, his hips rolling down against me. I raised my ass up to feel the rigid length of him slip along me better as heavy breaths of him pelted out against the side of my face. Letting out a tiny cry from the intense feeling, he pressed his nose to my jaw and jut his tongue out to lick a stripe back up to my ear.

“Soon, darlin’,” he whispered, wet mouth hovering at my ear. “Know you’re beggin’ for it, but we gotta get ready for this BBQ. Maybe later.”

My eyes popped open as I felt his weight suddenly lift off me, his lean body jumping up to his feet. I let out a whine, a deep breath huffing off past my lips as I knitted my brows and raised my head up to rest my chin on the carpet.

“Such a dick,” I muttered as he stepped over me. I heard him belt out a laugh, his head tipping back to his shoulders as he began to walk into the kitchen. Keeping my stare glued to him, I watched as he grabbed at himself over his pants, adjusting his still swollen cock before he turned to look back at me and gave me a snarky little eye wink.

I rolled my eyes in a huff, slapping my palms to the floor and reluctantly lifting myself up off the carpet. “Gonna call Clare,” I grumbled to him, shaking my head as I tugged down at my fitted t-shirt and made my way back to his bedroom to change my clothes.

He insisted I go to the grocery with him. Insisted. Wouldn’t even let me argue in the least.

“Honestly, Niall, I don’t even understand why I had to come with. I could be getting stuff ready back at the house,” I told him as we pulled into the lot of the shop.

“ ‘Cause,” he mumbled back to me, slipping his car into a parking space, “We’re a couple now. Gotta do all this couple shit together.”

I rolled my eyes as I looked over at him. “We don’t have to.”

“No,” he replied, catching my stare as he turned off the car. “Don’t have to, but I want to. Don’t ya want to?” Narrowing my eyes at him, I gave him a small smile, his eyebrow quirking up as he reached over to pat his big hand at the top of my thigh. “C’mon, love.”

Keeping my eyes on him as he opened his door, I let them filter down his body as he shifted and stepped out of the car, slamming the door closed. I sucked in a breath, pressing my lips into a line and slowly got out of my side, shutting the door and walking around to meet him at the back of car. He smiled at me, shoving his keys in his pocket and immediately reaching out to grab my hand in his, his fingers easily slipping between mine. My stomach flipped wildly at his touch, my fingers curling tight around his, warm and protecting, as we began walking towards the store.

Okay, so maybe this didn’t seem like such a big deal. Maybe this was a normal thing people in relationships do, walking around in public, hand in hand. But for me and for Niall, this was charting into brand new unfamiliar territory. This was us basically confirming our relationship, out in the open, for everyone to see. This was scary as hell.

He squeezed his hand around mine, my stare shooting from the ground over to him just catching as the corner of his mouth tugged up in a half smirk. We heard a few snickers and whispers as we walked up to the shop, some people stopping to stare for a moment, watching as we made our way through the automatic doors. “See, it’s not so bad,” he leaned in and whispered to me, using the pull of my hand to bring me closer to him. I breathed out an awkward laugh, nodding my head in agreement as he reached to grab a shopping basket from the floor.

“So what are we getting?” I asked, forcing the change of subject as I flicked my head around, quickly catching the stares of people around us.

“Was thinkin’ steaks,” he mumbled as we walked down one of the aisles, “Maybe some potatoes or somethin’ too.”

Picking up some steak and shrimp, potatoes and some beer, we paid for our things, both of us grabbing a bag and his fingers once again reaching out to interlace with mine. I smiled to myself, my eyes kept down at my feet as we walked out of the shop.

“Excuse me. Sorry, but could I get a picture?” We were suddenly stopped right out front, a small group of younger teenagers quickly surrounding Niall and I.

“Yes! Please!” interjected another, “I love you. You’re totally my favorite.”

I flicked my eyes up to Niall, a smile fast appearing across his face. I felt his fingers clamp a bit tighter to mine as he leaned his head in towards me. “Do ya mind, love?” he whispered.

Shaking my head, I knitted my brows as I looked over at him. “No, of course not.” I slowly slipped my fingers from his grasp and grabbed the one shopping bag from his other hand before stepping back out of the way. He looked up, quickly catching my glance before giving me a wink and then focusing his attention on the group of girls.

Honestly, it had never really dawned on me. As much as study him, as much as I found myself inadvertently staring at him randomly throughout the day and lovingly soaking up every single part of him that I possibly could, seeing him in this element, surrounded by people who clearly adore him, who love him and admire him as much as I do, was an absolutely incredible thing to witness. The gentle smile on his face, the patience and calmness he exuded. Having actually real conversations with them. He was thankful, yet humorous. Showing them gratitude and such politeness, offering to take the selfies with his own hands when they were too shaken and nervous to do so and signing, without hesitation, anything they asked.

I stood back, my hands holding the bags at my sides as I silently watched with a smile on my face, amazed at the humbleness and slight awkwardness Niall showed. This man I loved, this man that held the world at his fingertips yet still treated each day as a gift, was the most beautiful caring soul I had ever come in contact with. He was mine. All mine. And this was his life. Our life.

He thanked them again, small sighs coming from their obviously shell shocked bodies as he did so and gave them a sincere smile and wave before stepping away and walking over to me. I smiled politely at them before looking over at him, met with a tiny nose scrunch. My eyes glanced down as he grabbed the two bags from my hands and gently nodded his head towards his car.

“That was–”

“Crazy?” he interrupted.

“Nice, actually.”

He looked over at me through the corners of his eyes as we walked, letting out a snort. “Gotta give ‘em what they want sometimes,” he said with a quirk of his eyebrow, “Show ‘em that I’m grateful for what they’ve done to me life, ya know?”

Nodding my head, I bit at my lip and watched as he opened the back of his car and set the bags inside. “That’s what I mean. It was nice. Seeing you with them like that.”

“Normally they’re pretty cool, the fans. It’s cool to get to meet them like that,” he mumbled, closing the back and walking over towards the passenger side of the car. I followed, my eyes stuck to him as he opened the door and motioned for me to get in. “I try not to do it too much like that though. Need me private life to stay....private.”

Sliding up into the seat, kept my body twisted to face the open door, his hand resting on the side of the door frame as he waited for me to get all the way inside. Reaching out, I gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him towards me as a small chuckle rumbled from his chest. I rolled my lips into my mouth, his body slotting slightly between my legs as his other hand slapped to the edge of the roof as his face tilted down to look at me.

“What’ya doin?” he muttered in a soft rasp, a half smirk pulling at his lips. I peered up at him, the afternoon sun gleaming through his soft unstyled hair and those big blue eyes slowly filtering across my face. Spreading my fingers, I dragged them over to splay across his ribs, my head tipping back to rest at my shoulders as they shrugged up in response. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he whispered, the dark of his pupils spreading through his light eyes. I breathed out a smile, curling my nails into the material of his shirt and tugging on it, happy when he took the hint and leaned down to meet my lips in a kiss.

I let out a giggle, my open mouth inviting the sweep of his tongue as my hands pressed up the front of his body and cradled around his jaw. He hummed lightly into my mouth, teeth nipping at my bottom lip as he pulled back briefly, pressing his mouth to mine once more before fully breaking the kiss. Licking the taste of him off my lips, my fingers slid down his body as he stood up, raising his brows to me before hooking up the corner of his mouth and shaking his head slightly in a laugh. “Pretty positive everyone saw that, Sum,” he informed me, dropping his hand from the the roof.

I swung my legs into the car and reached over to grab at the seat belt, my eyes squinting to look up at him. “I really don’t fucking care if anyone saw,” I confidently spit out with a smirk.

“So how long ya gonna be gone for this time, mate?” Dan asked as he took a sip of his beer before resting his hand back down to the picnic table.

“Uh, little over a week and a half,” Niall mumbled back to him, concentrating on his steak flipping abilities as he stood at the grill. “Not too long. Got some promo and appearances to do before the tour starts up.”

“Sweet, man. LA, is it?” I shot my stare over to Clare who was seated across from me at the table next to Dan and she smiled shyly at me, giving me a tiny giggle as she rested her chin in her palm.

“Yup!”

“You gonna go, Summer?” Clare chimed in, looking over at me. My lips parted slightly, my fingers curling around my stemless wine glass as I shot my stare to Dan for a moment and picked it up to take a sip.

“I’ve got work,” I said quietly, pressing my lips into a line. I peered down to watch as I set the glass back on the table, scraping my thumbnail across the condensation that had formed on the glass.

“Would love for her to go with,” Niall spoke up, my attention flying over to him, “She’s too busy for me though.” I knitted my brows at his comment, my mouth falling open slightly as he caught my stare out of the corner of his eyes and quickly shot me a smile.

Rolling my eyes, I looked back over at Dan and Clare, my arm resting at the edge of the table. “Definitely have better things to do,” I joked under my breath.

“Ha!” Niall yelled out.

Clare let out a laugh, covering her mouth as the red wine we had been sipping begged to spill out. Dan huffed out a chuckle at her before turning his attention back to me. “So, you two official now, yeah?” he asked, pointing the rim of his beer bottle between Niall and I.

I whipped my head to the side to look over at Niall, who had simultaneously turned around to peer at all of us as the steaks continued to cook. “Yup. Official,” he quipped, giving us a huge grin.

“Awe, how cute,” Clare replied with a brow raise to me. “Like to think I had a doin’ in this.”

I tipped my face down in a smile, my fingers running around the rim of my glass. “ ‘Bout fuckin’ time, to be honest.” I heard Dan say as he took another sip of his beer.

“Shit, you’re tellin’ me,” Niall snipped.

I huffed out a breath through parted lips. “Hey!”

He smirked at me, turning his body around and grabbing the tongs to check on the meat again. Shaking my head, I took another sip of my wine, holding it in my cheeks for a moment before swallowing it down. “Such a dick,” I mouthed with a giggle.

“Ha,” Dan laughed, raising his brows to me. “Nice.”

“So, are you gonna visit him on tour?” Clare asked, crossing her arms at the edge of the table as she looked over at me. “How’s that gonna work?”

“Um, I’m, uh...not really sure yet,” I spoke honestly, glancing at Niall over my shoulder before catching her stare again. “We’re kinda just taking it day by day right now. Not sure what we’re gonna do.”

“She’s gonna come with me,” he quipped, his eyes still focused on the steaks.

I flung my head towards him. “I can’t do that,” I spit out, my voice soft before looking back at Dan and Clare. “I can’t do that,” I repeated.

“Work?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Even with me being able to make my own schedule, it would be really difficult to take time off like that. It’s so long.”

“That’s what she said,” Niall scoffed, letting out a laugh at his own joke.

I rolled my eyes, drawing in a breath. “Shut up.”

Dan and Clare both laughed, a small giggle falling off my lips as we all looked over at Niall.

“Don’t tell me to shut up young lady or you’re not gettin’ a steak,” Niall shouted, looking at me with narrowed eyes and pointing the tongs towards me.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he continued, picking up some seasoning and sprinkling it on the steaks, “Or me big Irish sausage later.”

Dan belted out a hearty laugh, shaking his head as I widen my eyes as Clare, breathing out a chuckle. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” I snipped, glaring over at him, his attention not even on me.

“I know I am.”

Pursing my lips, I quickly glanced over at Dan and Clare, their stares on me as I quietly lifted my one leg over the bench and slowly eased myself up. Sliding down the bench, I leaned my body over as I rolled my lips into my mouth in determination. Reaching out, I grabbed at the fabric of Niall’s shorts right at his hips and yanked fast, a burst of laughter falling from everyone's mouth as his pants, along with his underwear, pooled down at his ankles.

“Jesus fuck!” he cried out, half stumbling to bend down and quickly tug them back up, his fingers fumbling between laughs. We all had tears in our eyes, our heads tipped back in roaring laughter as Niall roughly tossed the tongs back down next to the grill and stepped over to me.

“Think you’re the funny one now, eh?” he mumbled, leaning down and wrapping his arms around my middle. I squealed out loud as he picked me up, easily tossing me over his shoulder and bouncing slightly as he situated me, giving me a healthy smack to my ass.

“Niall!” I cried out between sobs of laughter.

“I’ll show ya who's fuckin’ funny,” he grumbled.

I slapped at his bum as he walked around the table, Dan and Clare laughing and covering their mouths as their eyes followed in amusement. “Niall, put me down! What are you doing?”

“Knew I cleaned out this hot tub for a reason!”

I kicked my legs lightly, my fingers grabbing at his bunched up shorts as he walked, desperately trying to distract him by pulling them down. He let out a chuckle, using his one hand to grab onto them as he held onto me with the other. “In ya go, funny girl!” he yelled.

Before I could even protest, I felt the hot water splash around my body, my eyes squeezing shut as my face went straight under the bubbles. I popped up in a gasp, my hair soaked and my clothes drenched. “Oh my God, Niall!” I screamed out, my eyes shooting open to catch his burst of laughter, his one hand clutching his chest as his bared throat bobbed heavy. “I can’t believe you!”

I used my hands to splash some water on him. “Such a jerk!”  

He gulped in some needed breaths and tipped his face down to look at me. Narrowing my stare, I was still half submerged in the water as he smiled gently at me, his eyes darting with mine. I watched as he leaned his hands on the edge of the hot tub, peering down at me. “You okay?” he whispered, watching as I ran my hands through my wet hair.

I rolled my eyes, huffing out a breath. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw that Dan had gotten up to check on the steaks, Clare standing next to him. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s actually kinda nice in here.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Biting at my lip, I slowly moved my body towards him, keeping myself as submerged as I could until I was right in front of him. Looking up, a half smirk tugged at his perfect little lips. I felt the brush of his fingers as he lifted a hand to move a piece of stuck hair off my forehead. “Sorry, darlin’,” he mumbled.

I let out a confused chuckle, furrowing my brows as I tilted my head slightly. “Sorry for what?”

“For throwin’ you in.”

“I’m not really mad,” I whispered back to him, situating myself up on my knees on top of the built-in seat. I watched his eyes drag down my body, my wet clothes stuck to my curves. “I know you were just playing.”

“Good,” he whispered back to me, his eyes finally back to mine. “Want me to help ya out?”

I gave him a smile. “Sure.”

This time not giving him any time to react, I flung my arms around his neck as I stepped up on the seat, quickly jumping on him and wrapped my legs around his waist. “Fuckin’ hell, Summer!” he yelled out, swinging his arms around my waist to keep me from falling. The warm water poured from my body, soaking his clothes as I tucked my face into his neck, my wet hair fanning across his shoulder and back, dripping all over him.

Dan and Clare both shot their stares to us, laughing. “You two are fuckin’ insane,” Dan called out to us as Niall held onto me and began stumbling past them.

“She’s gonna kill me one day,” Niall told him with a chuckle. I giggled into his neck, my wet fingers grazing across the skin of his neck and up through his hair. “Guess we better go change before dinner’s ready,” he breathed out, turning his face towards me.

“Yeah. Take me to the bedroom,” I mumbled, tightening my legs around him.

He let out a chuckle, the spread of his one hand slowly sliding up my wet back. “Your wish is my command, love.”

My eyes fluttered closed, my lungs filling with the sweet musty scent of him, slightly chlorinic  from the water and smoky from the grill. Pressing tiny kisses to his neck, I felt his heart began to pound a bit faster in his chest. He was warm, soft. And I held onto him for dear life, the sound of our sloshing clothes and the slapping of his wet bare feet on the tiled floor all I could hear as he walked us back to his bedroom.

Huffing out a breath, he threw us both down on the bed, a giggle falling from my lips as he hovered wet above me, his palms resting beside my head. “Your bed’s gonna be wet,” I whispered softly, reaching up to trace my fingertip over his cheek and lips.

He gave his head a faint shook, scrunching up his nose. “It’s alright.”

Leaning down, he pushed his mouth to mine, the small droplets of water still on my face becoming frigid as the heat from his breath filled the space between us. He kissed me hard, his rough hand grabbing around the side of my face as his nose nudged at mine. I ran my fingers up through his hair, pulling slightly at the ends as he snuggled his slim hips between my thighs, my legs curling up around him and the heel of my one foot pressing into his bum.

I hummed out brokenly, his chest pushing into mine with his deep inhales. Our lips moved sweetly together, the taste of his tongue lingering on mine as he swept it carefully into my mouth, making me whimper. Breaking the kiss with gasping breaths, his forehead rested at mine as we locked stares.

My chin began to tremble slightly, my lip tucking between my teeth as I stared up at him, those sweet gorgeous blue eyes searing right through my soul. I cupped my hands around his head, my thumbs rubbing right below his ears. I could feel the curl of his thick fingers in the side of my dark hair, our panting breaths pelting out and mixing as we sucked each other in.

Quiet, peaceful, beautiful.

Lifting his face just a few inches from mine, he stared down at me, his eyes falling across the span of my face. “Baby…” I finally muttered, my eyes shifting to watch as I traced my thumb over his sideburn and down to his earlobe before catching his stare again, “I’m really gonna miss you. A lot.”

He darted eyes with me, his tongue jutting out as he moved his hand to run across my forehead and push my wet hair from my face. He smiled at me, the small crinkles forming right at the corners as he leaned down and softly pressed another kiss to my mouth. Brushing his nose to mine, his big hand cradled around the side of my face, thumb now tracing across my lower lip as his eyes bored into mine. “I want ya to come with me.”