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storiesofsvu · 1 year ago

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Fake it til You Make It

Elizabeth Donnelly x reader warnings: language, sass, smut mentioned? covers the 5+1 trope for @prentiss-theorem s bingo!

The Dilemma.

“Heard you took a plea on the Harrison case.” Liz’s sentence was spoken as she sauntered into your office, perching on the side of your desk as you finished scribbling something on the work in front of you.

“Hey now, I drove Buchanan up from the original offer before I accepted.”

“Good girl.” She praised with a wink and you laughed, “Kristen took the other SVU case, correct?”

“Yeah.” You let out a happy sigh, flipping the folder shut and leaning back in your chair.

“Means you’ve got time for an extended lunch then?”

“Only if you’re buying.” You grinned up at her and she scoffed, swatting at your shoulder while she stood from the desk.

“You want your fall bonus or not?” She teased and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed your blazer.

“Fine. I’ll pay. But it’s on you next time.”

“Seems fair.” Liz shot you a playful smile as you scooped up you bag and followed her out of your office.

Since transferring into SVU you’d had a great relationship with Liz, even if she had been terribly intimidating for the first couple of months. Once you’d proved that you could hold your own against the detectives, that you were a whiz in the courtroom and happened to actually play by the rules, you’d shifted into her good books. Into the books that meant she liked you, that you were someone to be watched because she knew you’d go places. She took you under her wing like she did with a lot of previous A.D.A’s, her office becoming the automatic place that you went when you needed a sounding board, when you got stuck with a case, or couldn’t remember which law journal you saw a specific note in. There were evenings she’d be on her way out of the building only to find you still working away in your office and she’d bribe you out of there with the promise of dinner and drinks, first they were at local lounges, then they upgraded to her Brownstone, where she kept the good scotch.

Nights, lunches and coffee breaks that started out shooting the shit about work, spit balling court strategies based on the defence and presiding judge with Liz as your mentor shifted into ones about office gossip, the little whisperings in the hallways that everyone thought Liz didn’t hear. Then they became a way to escape work for an hour, you learnt about her past, her personal life and she heard stories about your family, friends, days back at law school. You became friends, and you took that with a large badge of honour, Liz was someone you looked up to, someone that you very much valued her opinion of you, having her call you an actual friend was the highlight of your month. She didn’t dole out that label very willingly.

It was on your slow walk back to the office from lunch that day that you paused in your words, stalling in your step as something caught your eye in the window of a shopping mall. Liz barely caught it in time to turn back, grinning at the way you tugged your lip into your mouth as you stared at the dress.

“See something you like?”

“It’s cute…” you muttered, “but I think it’s a little too fancy.”

“Hot date?” She asked and you snorted.

“Liz please, I just spent twenty minutes complaining about Tinder.” You laughed, “my sister’s engagement party is next weekend. I think the vibes are somewhere between brunch with the girlies and garden party, this could work for the wedding though….” Your head tilted for a moment and then you threw you head back and let out a groan, “fuck I hate this.”

“Weddings?”

“More so that it’s my younger sister, my much younger sister. Who has been obsessed with her wedding since she was like, six so you know it’s gonna be a huge, all out affair, no holding back on anything or any expense. I had high hopes for that last Tinder girl so all the invites I replied with a plus one and now I’ll have to suffer through it on my own. Better get ready for a million comments about how it’s lucky I’m a spinster cause there’ll be no money left for my wedding after this.”

“Oh come on.” Liz barked out a laugh, “you know a plus one doesn’t have to be a date, right? You can bring a friend. You said next weekend? Saturday or Sunday?”

“Saturday at four.” You sighed, turning away from the store and falling back into step beside her.

“Well then I guess you’re lucky Lena and I play poker on Sundays.”

“Wait..” Your head shot up to look at her, “you’ll come with me?”

“Sure, why not.” She smiled, linking her elbow with yours, “you said no expense spared and to me that sounds like an open bar and a lot of free food, who am I to say no to that and family drama?”

“Have I told you recently that you’re my favourite boss?”

“You don’t have to.” She grinned, “I already know everything.”

The Misunderstanding.

When Saturday rolled around you and Liz were pulling up to the Equinox Hotel at exactly four forty five. Early enough you wouldn’t be scolded for being tardy yet late enough that the rooftop terrace would be swimming with people who could distract your parents now that the party was in full swing. The terrace boasted incredible views of the Hudson River along with the rest of New York, a very well stocked bar, roaming cater waiters with various trays of food and a long table of hot food.

You were able to get to the bar without being noticed, both of you quickly downing a shot of maple whiskey, thanking the bartender for your cocktails before turning to the crowd. Liz’s eyes moved through the crowd, wondering if she was going to run into anyone she knew before she spotted her.

“Incoming.” She nodded over your shoulder, “white sundress, I’m assuming your sister. What was her name again, Jennifer?”

“Jessica.” You muttered and she chuckled at the way you chugged back half your cocktail before Jess was squealing in your ear, wrapping you in half a hug.

“Hiiii! I’m so happy you came!”

“Oh come on, you’re my sister, I wouldn’t miss it.” Smiling, you pressed a kiss to her cheek, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She beamed, squeezing at your hand, “love your dress, is it new?”

“Yeah, picked it up last week.”

“Cuuuute.” Grinning she then turned to the woman beside you, “who’d you bring?”

“Jess, this is Liz, Liz, Jess.” You gestured between them, watching as they shook hands and said hello.

“Pleasure.” Liz smiled.

“It’s so nice to meet you, y/n never brings anyone to holidays.” Jess giggled, “and I love those earrings, are they Mejuri?”

Liz’s head tilted, a small grin on her lips, “she know her brands and she’s got taste.” Her eyes flicked down to her wrist, “Chopard can do no wrong when it comes to their bracelets.”

“Isn’t it stunning?” She lifted her arm up, her eyes wide, “it was a gift from Colin for tonight.” She let out another giggle, her smile getting even larger if that was possible.

“There you are!” A voice called out and your head shot up to see your parents and Colin making their way over to the small group, “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” Your mother clicked her tongue and you let your sigh take form into a smile but before you could speak, Jess was turning around with a gasp. There were so many voices jumping back and fourth as they approached you nearly missed what came out of her mouth next, taking a second for your brain to register it.

“Mom! Come meet y/n’s girlfriend!”

Your eyes flashed wide and you barely had time to glance up to Liz before Colin let out a laugh,

“Girlfriend or sugar mommy?”

“Colin!” Jess hissed, slapping him on the arm.

“Don’t be rude.” Your mother scolded.

“She’s not—” You tried to interject but your father’s hand squeezed your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, we don’t care how you live your life as long as your happy and healthy.”

“Dad!” You tried again but suddenly Liz was squeezing at your hand gently, having completely slipped into the role of fake girlfriend as she stepped closer to you, smiling at your parents.

“I assure you; your daughter is very well taken care of with no need for anything like that. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much already.”

“And to think we haven’t.” Your mother nearly frowned in your direction, “girl certainly likes to keep her secrets. Call me Paula.” She extended her hand,

“Elizabeth.”

“Daniel.” Your dad’s turn was next, firmly shaking Liz’s hand, “how long have the two of you been together?”

“Oh, a few months give or take.” She replied with a small laugh, “you know how it is, sometimes these things are hard to put a solid date on, but we’re happy, and that’s all that really matters.” Her hand slid back into yours, giving it a soft squeeze as she grinned over at you.

“Do I dare ask how you met?” Paula asked, wincing, “because if Colin was right, you can just say a dating app or something.”

“Mom!” You nearly choked on your drink, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks.

“No, not at all.” Elizabeth laughed, “we work together. And your daughter is one of the brightest and best lawyers we have, she’s got an incredible future ahead of her.” This time you were sure your cheeks were tinged pink, hearing Liz tell you how good of a job you did on a case always made you more proud of yourself, like you were impressing your favourite teacher in school, you knew you were on the right track.

“Well after that Ivy league education I sure hope so.” Daniel commented, glancing to you, “would hate for that to go to waste. I was beginning to think you were so married to the job you’d never find anyone.”

“Wow.” You muttered and Liz chuckled.

“Well it certainly helps being in the same field. We both know how many hours you have to clock if you want to be successful. That you’re not always going to get the time for those fancy dinner dates by candlelight, sometimes its takeout surrounded by case files in a dim lit office. Isn’t that right darling?”

“Date night is date night.” You shrugged, leaning into her embrace, “doesn’t matter where it is, we’ve gotten the balance figured out perfectly.”

“I’m so glad you’ve finally found someone.” Paula beamed.

“Mom!” Jess interjected, grabbing her hand, “Auntie Carol just got here!”

“Alright, alright.” She laughed, swatting her away before turning back to Liz, “can’t wait to see you at the wedding, we’ll have so much more time to chat. It was wonderful meeting you.”

“You too.”

Quick waves and smiles were shot through the group before your sister was dragging them off elsewhere. Letting out a quiet groan you turned back to the bar, sucking back the rest of your drink.

“I am so sorry.” You muttered.

“It’s alright.” Liz chuckled, flagging down the bartender to get you a refill before her arm loosely wrapped around your waist and she leant in, her lips nearly brushing against your temple when she spoke, “parents love me. Now relax, drink,” she slid the refilled glass into your hands, “enjoy the party with your so called girlfriend.”

Your head tilted to look up at her as your eyes narrowed, replaying the last few minutes in your brain, “you’ve done this before…”

“I need entertainment in my life somehow.” She shrugged and you laughed.

“Are you serious?”

“Why not?” She smiled back at you, “sometimes someone just wants a plus one, sometimes it’s the whole fake girlfriend thing to piss off the family or get them off your case about being single. As long as they’re a friend I really don’t mind. I enjoy getting out of the house and it’s the closest I’m going to get to a date now, I’m divorced and remarried to my job. The only time I have is for a one night event to play pretend.”

“You really are good with parents.”

“That one can be a little trickier,” she commented, sucking back on her drink, “sometimes they freak out over same sex or the age gap, you’ve got supportive ones.”

“I think it’s just gotten to the point where all they care about is that I don’t get eaten by my plethora of cats when I die alone.”

“Do you even have a cat?”

“No. I don’t even like them.”

“Then they’ve got nothing to worry about.” She smirked, “you’ll just stink up your apartment for a week until your downstairs neighbour makes a complaint.”

“Wow,” you burst out a laugh, “thanks.”

“C’mon.” She pinched at your elbow, nodding toward the buffet, “let’s get some food before all the good stuff is gone.”

The One with Tequila.

Night clubs were not your thing.

They hadn’t been your thing fifteen years ago when you were much more in your partying era, so they certainly weren’t your thing now that you’d matured. You preferred nights at quiet pubs or dive bars where it was acceptable to wear leggings and an oversized hoodie, even better, you preferred nights in on your couch where you had absolutely no one to impress and you could control the volume. Squeezing yourself into a tiny dress after spending half an hour on your hair and make up just didn’t seem worth it, even if there was bottle service.

You’d been genuinely surprised when Liz said she would come with you, expecting her to tap out of the more wild nights leading up to the big event, but she was there by your side in the limo, and didn’t shy away from sliding into the booth beside you once you were at the club. The bass of the music thumped through the room, coloured lights flashing on the dance floor, there was no choice but to yell over the music while your sister dolled out tequila shots. Even sitting directly next to each other you struggled to hear the other person, causing you to lean right into Liz, your lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear when you spoke. She braced herself when she leant into you, hand softly squeezing your thigh as she spoke and she didn’t bother to remove it after, her thumb brushing against your bare skin.

She laughed along with the jokes and innuendos thrown around the table, indulged in more than a few shots with the group and even shared a few of her own stories. Some of which left you wondering if they actually happened of if she was just that good at making things up. You were disappointed when she was in full support of Jess dragging you out onto the dance floor, shooting daggers at her as you disappeared into the crowd and she was left laughing at the table. She watched with a grin as you loosened up, letting the liquor flow through your veins, dancing alongside your sister and some of her friends. If she was to be completely honest, she really liked getting to see this other side of you, to know for sure that you let your hair down once in a while and weren’t completely consumed by work.

Neither of you had any concept of how long you were out dancing, but Liz knew she had finished another drink and a half by the time the rest of the group returned to the table. You collapsed down next to her with a laugh, reaching for your drink so you could guzzle it down, trying to combat how out of breath you were. Her hand found yours on the table top, fingers interlacing with yours,

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” She teased, pressing a feather light kiss to your heated cheek and you giggled softly.

“Okay maybe it was kinda fun.”

“See?” With a grin she slid a shot glass toward you and you laughed once more, clinking the glass with her own before you threw back the shots.

“Okay!” Jess’s arm flailed over the table top, smacking at your hand, “now that mom and dad aren’t here, can you fucking tell us the truth?”

“About what?” You asked with a laugh.

“Is she—” she glanced from Liz to you and then turned fully to Liz, “are you her sugar mommy?”

“Jess!” You shrieked, “no!”

“No.” Liz chuckled, sipping at her own drink.

“I so don’t fucking believe you.”

“Why not?!” You asked with a bark of a laugh.

“Uh… she’s older than you, she’s clearly got money and taste, she’s paying your tab tonight, there’s a vibe that she’s the dominant one.”

“Jessica!” Your eyes widened in shock, “she’s my boss! That’s where that ‘vibe’ is coming from.”

“Darling I don’t think you’re helping the matter.” Liz squeezed at your hand with a chuckle before turning to her, “I can choose to spoil my girlfriend where and whenever, tonight seemed like a good opportunity.”

“Lies.” Jess’s eyes narrowed as she stared across at the two of you, “you have way too many sugar mommy vibes.”

Liz laughed, playfully shaking her head, “believe what you want, I guess.”

Luckily for you, a new song came on that made Jess let out a shriek and completely forget about the topic at hand, racing back out onto the dance floor with her friends. Liz squeezed at your wrist, sliding another shot toward you that you thanked her for, swiftly taking it before swallowing and pulling a face.

“I’m drunk.” You stated and she laughed.

“Yes you most certainly are.”

“Sorry.” You grimaced, suddenly realizing you were more intoxicated than you’d meant to get, especially being around your boss.

“No need.” She laughed, “this is the drunkest I’ve been in ages.” She reassured you with a squeeze to your hand and your moment of worry was completely gone from your brain.

“I want pizza.”

“There’s a place around the corner, c’mon.” She tugged you from the booth, the idea of hot greasy food now the only one on her mind, “let’s get out of here before they notice.”

You were incredibly thankful fifteen minutes later when you were leaving the pizza shop with fresh slices, a bottle of water tucked away in your purse, Liz’s arm slipped through yours as the two of you laughed your way through the New York streets. Truly, both of you had a pretty good time tonight, it was something neither of you would have done voluntarily, so drastically different from how you’d spend a Saturday night and that was always a nice break from life.

“I cannot believe Jess is convinced you’re a sugar mommy.” You mumbled over a bite of pizza.

“I’m just shocked your dad was so quick to accept it, he didn’t even seem surprised. Most parents get even the inkling of that type of dynamic and they lose it, thinking there’s some kind of taking advantage going on. Or their upset because they equate it to some form of prostitution, that their kid should be working for money in a real career path.”

You slowed in your steps as your head turned up to look at Liz, your brow furrowing as you took another bite of pizza.

“What?” She asked with a laugh.

“Have… you actually done that before?” You asked and Liz smirked, the lowered inhibitions thanks to the tequila letting her reveal more than she would have on another day.

“Oh come on.” She chuckled, “Casey’s wardrobe was in desperate need of an overhaul and she was raised so strictly catholic she barely understood sexuality, much less her own. I figured why not help her out with both?”

“I knew it!!” You shrieked, fully stopping in your tracks as you turned to face her on the sidewalk, “oh I absolutely knew it! But I was so fucking confused! I thought I was going crazy cause you’d only ever mentioned your ex husband.”

“Just because I married a man once doesn’t mean I’ll do it again.” She grinned, “I didn’t think I was that secretive about it, you should have caught onto at least some hints.”

“I mean I kinda did.” You laughed, “especially when it came to Casey…”

“Oh come on, we weren’t that obvious.”

“Oh, no, of course not.” You smirked, “aside from the constant eye fucking in the courthouse halls.”

“We were not that bad!” She objected, smacking your arm with a playful frown.

“Sure.” You laughed, slipping your arm back into hers as you fell into step beside her again, “just keep telling yourself that.”

Liz walked you home that night, making sure you were safely behind locked doors and promising to drink some water before bed before she flagged down a cab. Upstairs you found yourself replaying moments from the night, interactions between the two of you, stories she’d told you that all were shone in a different light now that your speculations were confirmed true. Maybe there really was a lot you didn’t actually know about when it came to Elizabeth Donnelly.

Caught up in the Clouds.

Weddings had never been events that caught your eye. You thought they were overpriced, overhyped, heteronormative celebrations filled with too many relatives and old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. Emotions were high, stress levels to make sure everything was perfect were through the roof and alcohol only exaggerated every single little issue.

Yet somehow you’d forgotten all of those issues as you sat in a church pew beside Liz, her fingers tangled with yours while her thumb soothed over the back of your hand. There was nothing but love and adoration flowing through the air, winding its way through the crowd of guests before wrapping the happy couple up in a perfect little bow. You had no idea that Jess and Colin were such hopeless romantics, their personally written vows bringing a misting into your eyes. And when a tear finally managed to escape the corner of your eye before you could even think about it, Liz caught it, gently wiping it away with a warm smile. You let out a breath of a laugh, your cheeks heating as you felt a little silly for tearing up at a wedding, a warmth blooming in your chest as Liz returned the small laugh, squeezing at your hand before both of you returned your gazes to the alter.

Cocktail hour got everything moving, people up out of their chairs, flitting around the room as they reconnected with friends they hadn’t seen in ages or got introduced to new ones. Liz never once left your side, her arm securely wrapped around your waist, making sure your champagne flute was never once empty and you always had her backup when trapped with relatives. She was introduced to multiple family members and friends and you swore each time she had some new, horribly romantic story about how the two of you had started dating, who asked who out, your first date, a very over the top story about a candlelit trail in Central Park, surrounded by roses the first time you exchanged I love you’s. With each anecdote (and each glass of bubbly) you could have sworn she was looking at you with more adoration than the last, and that you were returning it, happily nuzzling into her shoulder, feeling her lips press to the top of your head.

You were thankful when dinner was finally announced and you were guided to your seats, food taking focus before all attention was back on the newlyweds. The two of you had been playing into things so well, surrounded by the looming feeling of love, happiness and forever that things simply felt natural, they felt right. Everyone in the room thought you were a couple, there was no reason to not play into that. Liz’s hand gently playing with the baby hairs at the back of your neck while you listened to speeches, your hand resting on her thigh as you leant in to whisper a joke, the shared quiet laughter as your eyes sparkled.

Wrapped up in your own little bubble you even managed to get out on the dance floor, first it was bopping along to top forties, scream singing along to favourites from your younger years, indulging both the kids and the grandparents with things like the chicken dance. Then the lights dimmed, the playlist shifting to something slower and instead of stepping off the dance floor, Liz grabbed your hand, twirling you under her arm before wrapping it around your waist and pulling you close. She murmured something about it not being that easy to get away from her, that she deserved at least once dance tonight and you laughed softly,

“Never would have pegged you for the dancing type.”

“There’s plenty you don’t know about me yet” She muttered back with a grin and you playfully shook your head at her, relaxing into her embrace as you glided around the dance floor.

It was during one of those dances, held close enough to her to feel her heartbeat, where she could feel your breath on her skin when you spoke, that it felt like you were in an alternate universe. That this weird fake dating thing was actually real, that you were happily in love with the other person and looking forward to spending your future together. It was on pure instinct that you turned to kiss her cheek, only, she’d had the same instinct in the same moment, her lips landing on yours and your body tensed for the briefest second before you relaxed against her. You felt the warmth of her hand coming to cup your cheek and you let out a soft sigh into the kiss, your lips curving into a small smile as you pulled away.

Before either of you could even think about saying anything the DJ blasted an air horn, the lights flashing while they turned up brighter and he announced the bouquet toss. You got whisked away an instant later on sister duty, your task making sure the maid of honour got safely into a cab without Jess noticing, knowing she’d be pissed her MOH was belligerently drunk halfway through the night. You thought you’d be free, but then discovered Jess had spilt a few drops of red wine on her dress and they still had a handful of professional photos to get through. By the time you returned to the table where Liz was now deep in a conversation with your mother, you were carrying your shoes, the buzzed feeling from the bubbly very worn off.

“You look exhausted.” Liz greeted with a small laugh.

“I feel exhausted.” You replied.

“Well, let’s get you home.” She stood from the table, her arm winding around your waist, “I’ll call a car.”

You briefly heard something from your mother about seeing Liz again before the three of you managed to say goodnight and you finally escaped the reception. You were half asleep on Liz’s shoulder by the time the car pulled up in front of your building and she was gently nudging you awake, watching until you were safely inside before she pulled away from the curb.

Playing it Cool.

After the wedding it was as if everything had been some kind of fever dream, that the weird little bubble of your fake dating had been simply that. Your parents were ridiculously distracted by Jess and Colin, squealing over honeymoon photos, eager to hear any and all stories from their lavish vacation that you were finally left in silence and at peace. Your new so called girlfriend practically forgotten from their minds.

The first Monday at the office after the wedding you’d been a little apprehensive about how to act but both of you seamlessly slipped back into your appropriate roles and nothing else was said on the matter. You picked up cases, brought the perps to justice and did your job. Liz would pop up in your office just as often as before, commending you on your work, bribing you to take a break with lunch and you went about life just as it had been before, even if you now did know a little more about the other person. Months went by while things returned to normal, your usual bantering, late night gossip fests and the like.

“What?” She asked you one day, watching the way you were stabbing at your plate of pasta and you let out a huff, leaning back in your seat.

“I know I said you were free of this whole fake dating thing after the wedding but apparently Jess is the honeymoon baby type.” You risked a glance up to her, “I figured I had until Christmas and could bullshit my way around an amicable break up by then but she’s nearly seven months next week and is insisting that you come with me to the baby shower.”

“Is this one of those absolutely ridiculous garden parties covered in half pink and half blue decorations until they pop a balloon and everyone screams and cries over the reveal?” She deadpanned and you laughed.

“No. They’re not finding out the gender, this is just your run of the mill mocktails for her, cocktails for everyone else, finger foods and sandwiches and gifts while everyone weirdly demands to touch her belly.”

“Yeah, I was never one for things like that either.” She took a sip of her wine and you nearly frowned, “but I’d hate for you to have to suffer through it alone, so of course I’ll come.”

“You are a literal life saver.”

“I know.” She grinned across at you, causing you to playfully roll your eyes before she flagged down a server to settle the bill.

Four days later the two of you found yourselves in your parents back yard, a gift bag with a handful of onesies, a cute card and a wad of cash being passed off to Jess and Colin. Liz’s hand slipped into yours with ease as she chatted with your family, accepting a drink from your mother before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. You were able to avoid some of the silly games Jess had planned, escaping off to a small table in the corner with your mother as she watched your father play photographer for the day.

“Oh sweetheart I can’t wait to see you all excited when it’s your turn for this.” Paula smiled and you practically choked on your drink, barking out a laugh.

“Mom, please. Kids are on my absolute do not want list.”

“You say that now.” She chided, “I mean have you even asked Elizabeth about it?”

“Oh I do think I’m rather passed that point.” Liz replied with a chuckle, “and even if I wasn’t, I agree with her. Kids aren’t something I see in my future, I’ve got enough of a maternal role at work, wrangling all those baby prosecutors, I don’t need to come home at the end of the day to keep doing the same thing.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, swigging at your drink, “and they’re messy, and loud… and always sticky and covered in snot. Why would I want that anywhere near me? I’d much rather be able to travel, be the rich mysterious fun Aunt. Like, do I want to have to shell out millions for a chance at a good preschool, or do I want to be able to buy a yacht?” Liz laughed, squeezing at your hand.

“You’ve been hanging out with Calhoun too much.” She teased and you swatted at her arm, shaking your head.

“Well if there aren’t any grandbabies coming my way, can I at least expect a wedding?”

“Mom…” you groaned, earning a chuckle from Liz, who picked up your left hand in hers.

“You know, I have been telling her that it looks a little bland without a diamond.” She kissed the back of your hand and your mother practically burst with glee, “we should take you to get your nails done next week.”

“Liz…” You warned with a glare and she laughed softly, her gaze drifting over to the rest of the party as your mother let out a happy sigh.

It wasn’t until you were getting into the car at the end of the afternoon that it finally came up again.

“I can’t believe you.” You laughed, “here I am, trying to figure out how to fake a break up by Christmas and you go bragging to my mom about rings!”

“What can I say, I get bored, I like to meddle.”

“Clearly.” You shoved at her shoulder, “fucking shit disturber. They’re gonna be expecting a wedding next year now.”

“Oh they’ll be distracted by that thought for all of two months until that baby’s born and then the crotch goblin will be the only thing they think of for another three years, you’re fine.” She waved you off and your eyes narrowed in her direction, glaring at her.

“You owe me a new set of nails.”

The Italicized ‘Oh’.

Exhausted was an understatement.

After working your ass off to try and get justice for a victim who could no longer speak up for themselves you’d been torn apart, chewed up and spat out in the courtroom. You were left embarrassed, mad at yourself and the system and incredibly disappointed, all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and disappear. The only saving grace right now was that it happened to be Friday, so at least that was possible for a couple of days, hopefully everyone would forget by the time Monday rolled around.

You’d been home long enough to wipe off your make up, tug your hair up off your neck and change into sweats, flicking the tv on for some background noise while you wandered into the kitchen to see what you had in the liquor cabinet when there was a knock on the door. Your shoulders drooped as you let out a huff, padding over to the door, not totally surprised when you discovered Liz on the other side.

“Hey.” You greeted with a sigh, stepping back from the door so she could step into your apartment, following you back into the kitchen.

“It’s not like you to take off early.” She commented.

“Hmm?” You barely glanced over your shoulder, attention refocussed on deciding between wine or whiskey.

“Swung by your office, thought I’d find you there. I wanted to chat.”

“Liz, please, spare me the lecture.” You grumbled, opting for the whiskey, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

“You had a rough go; I wasn’t going to.” She chuckled, “it’s not about work.”

“Okay.” You poured out a glass of liquor, gesturing to see if she wanted one as well before pouring out a second when she nodded slightly. “What then?”

“Well,” Liz huffed softly, feeling her heart thump in her chest, “for the better part of a year we’ve been pretending to date and I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

“Great.” You let out a sad laugh, “a terrible week, garbage day, I lose a case and now my fake girlfriend’s dumping me. You really know how to kick a girl when she’s down.” You took a swig of your drink, doing your best to keep your emotions at bay.

“Sweetheart…” She plucked the drink from your hand, “you’re not hearing me.” The glass came to rest on the counter before her finger curled under your chin, frowning at the misting in your eyes. “The part I don’t want to do anymore is the fake part.”

“What?” Your breath caught in your throat as your brow furrowed, still not totally understanding where she was going with this.

“I didn’t really realize how much I was enjoying it until there were no more excuses to get to hold your hand, somewhere along the way of pretending to be in love with you I actually started to fall.” Her thumb gently stroked across your cheek and you instinctively leant into the touch, “I went by your office to ask if I could take you to dinner, on an actual date this time. When you weren’t there I realized you were probably sulking and I didn’t like the idea of you having to do that on your own, so…” She gestured to the counter behind her and that was when you finally realized she hadn’t shown up empty handed. A take out bag with a bottle of nice wine sticking out the top sat beside a bouquet of lilies.

“Liz…” Your eyes moved between the counter and her, shaking your head in near disbelief, “I…”

“If we’re not on the same page, I’ll go.” She shrugged, “leave you to wallow in peace. I just couldn’t stay silent any longer.”

“No!” You gasped, grabbing her arm, “I… god.” You laughed, “I’ve been thinking of, and trying not to keep thinking about that fucking kiss since the wedding. I’ve been waiting for my sister to send out some stupid invitation to another ridiculous and annoying event that I’d be forced into to have some sort of excuse to play pretend again.”

“Well…” smiling she took your hands in hers, squeezing softly, “then how about we don’t pretend any longer?

“I think I’d really like that.” You murmured back, closing the gap between you as one of her hands cupped your cheek before her lips met yours in a tender kiss. You couldn’t help the grin your lips curved up into, warmth blooming through your chest at the feeling her smiling against your lips.

Breaking the kiss she smiled softly at you, her thumb stroking at your cheek before she left a feather light kiss on the tip of your nose, “now, I know you had a bad day but you need something beyond liquor for dinner. How do you feel about Thai?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Liz wrapped an arm around your waist, picking up the take out bag while you grabbed the glasses off the counter and the two of you made your way into the living room to settle on the couch. It was there that you finally let your guard down, all the walls you’d kept up to maintain the professional relationship being torn down piece by piece as you relaxed into each other. Your mood lifted as Liz recounted stupid stories to make you laugh, watching you with an adoring smile as you began to come out of your pit of disappointment, only interrupting to steal kisses or brush a piece of mussed up hair off your face.

By the end of the evening, limbs were tangled together, a blanket half tossed over the both of you while a movie played on the television. Liz’s fingers gently combed through your hair and you let out a happy hum, grabbing her free hand to leave a kiss on the back of it. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little bit silly at the entire thing, sometimes what you needed the most really was what was sitting right in front of you the entire time.

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mewhenimanangel · 1 year ago

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4 ʚɞ part 5!

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 5 synopsis: Miles takes you on a beautiful date at a gorgeous restaurant in downtown Brooklyn.

wc: 3.1k

warnings!: cursing, kissing, violence, awkward teens in love

translations: hola hermosa - hello beautiful, querida - dear, extremadamente bonita - extremely pretty, cariño - honey, amor - love

You were walking down the street on the way to school, it was Monday now and you could hardly wait to see Miles again. You've never looked forward to a weekend more, Zoya offered to take you shopping on Friday after school for an outfit.

You walked into the building and head to your locker and soon enough Zoya and Peter walked up to you. "Finally you guys are going out" Zoya squealed. "Yeah Miles been talking about you like crazy for the last month" Peter admitted. "Really?? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Zoya snapped her head to him. "I wasn't gonna snitch on my guy like that. Plus I knew you would've told n/n" he answered, Zoya rolling her eyes.

You giggled and went back to your locker, eyes landing on Miles making his way over to you. Zoya followed where you were looking and smiled "We'll leave the two of you alone." she said grabbing Peter's hand and walking away.

"Hola hermosa" Miles said coming up to you. "Hey you" you smiled, closing the door. "Lemme walk you to class?" he asked taking your books from your hands. "Oh you don't have to do that." you said about to take them back. "I want to. Let me do things for you, querida" he said turning so the books were out of reach. "Yeah but that textbook is heavy" you sighed. "Not for me remember" he said raising an eyebrow. "Yeah whatever spidey" you whispered the last part.

Later in the day, you invited him and Ganke to sit at your table at lunch. He sat in the middle of you two with Zoya, Maya and Peter on the other side. He was talking about whatever with Peter and Ganke when you felt his thigh touch yours, you smiled internally when he didn't move away. It was silly how excited you got, considering you were sitting on his lap with your tongue in his mouth not two days ago.

🩰

The rest of the week went by like that with him walking you to class, holding your books and small touches here and there. Now that he admitted he was spider-man, you caught on to his 'spidey sense' activating, his random disappearances and thirty minute bathroom breaks.

On Wednesday you got your hair braided, getting black goddess braids. You went home after school on Friday to change into a pair of jeans and a black tube top. You threw your puffer jacket on and grabbed the money your mom left on the counter for you. Zoya met you on your block and you walked to the subway station.

When you got to the mall before you started to shop, you bought a cinnamon pretzel at Aunty Anne's. "Okay you need something that's like sexy but elegant." Zoya said scrolling through dresses until she landed on one. Her mouth hung open picking it out. "Y/n this is literally it this is so it!" You turned around and saw her holding a black sleeveless mini dress with pink lace trimming at the top and the bottom.

"Ohh my god. I need this!" you squealed, practically running to the dressing room. It was a perfect fit, you stood in the mirror admiring the way it hugged your waist and the way it fell at the top of your thighs. You stepped out for a second to let Zoya see it and she squealed. "Oh my god, you look so good bebe!" she shouted grabbing your hands as you squealed.

After purchasing the dress you decided to do some more damage to your wallets and continue shopping, you were already there so might as well. You both buying more clothes, jewelry, and makeup.

It was getting dark, and your mom came to pick the two of you up. You pulled up to her building and she got out kissing you goodbye "I'm so coming over tomorrow to help you get ready. Goodnight Ms. L/n" "Goodnight sweetie!" your mom called out watching her enter the building. "Are you excited for your little date" your mom squealed playfully biting her tongue. "I am! Miles is really really sweet" you said smiling. "He seems like it. I'm so happy for you baby"

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It was six pm and Y/n went to the bathroom and did a thorough skincare routine: rose clay face mask, eyebrow threading, cleansers, lip mask. You got in the shower and shaved until you were practically hairless. When you got out, you mixed baby oil and rose scented body butter and applied it all over your body. When you were getting into your underwear there was a knock on your door, Zoya bursting in.

"Ughh baby's first date. I feel like a proud mom" she exclaimed putting a hand to her face, wiping fake tears. "Oh shut up" you giggled.

She quickly got to work on your hair, tightly pulling your braids back into a strategic messy bun. She laid out edges into a simple slick look. She smiled admiring her work, before getting started on your makeup. Adding the finishing touch of a pink nude gloss she turned your chair to face the mirror. "Oh my god you really got me right!" you exclaimed.

You grabbed your dress and she helped you get into it, avoiding any contact with the makeup on your face. You checked yourself out in the mirror before adding your gold dior necklace with dangling gold earrings and strapped up a pair of black open toed heels. "Okay what perfume for the occasion?" Zoya asked going through your perfumes. You decided on the Coco Mademoiselle parfum you had gotten for your birthday.

"Oh my god you look amazing!" she said grabbing her digital camera and making you pose as she took a bunch of pictures of you. It was 7:44 now and Zoya said her goodbyes. "Goodnight bebe. I hope you have so much fun! Tell me everything." she said leaving the apartment. "Baby you look beautiful" your mom said holding your face. "My little girl growing up, going on dates" her lips in a pout. "Mommy don't cry" you laughed. "I won't I won't! Just let me get some pictures" she said grabbing her phone.

There was a knock at the door and you took a deep breath before opening it. Miles stood there wearing a black button down shirt with matching black dress pants, a big pu leather jacket and black loafers. He had a bouquet of pink roses and a small white box in his hand and he smelled really really good. "Hi" you greeted, big smile worn on your face. "Hi" he said smiling back at you "You look so so beautiful, querida. Extremadamente bonita" he said checking you out. "Goodnight Ms. L/n" he said realizing your mom was standing behind you in the kitchen. "Hi hun!" she said back, before easing away.

"These are for you, y/n" he handed the flowers to you. "Aww oh Miles you shouldn't have" you pressed your hand to your chest. "And I uh bought this for you" he said handing you the little white box. You smiled and opened it to find a gold locket with a floral engraving. "Oh my god. Miles this is beautiful" you smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." he smiled at you. "Help me put it on?" you asked as he turned you around and latched it.

"Mom, we're ready to leave!" you called out, grabbing your purse. "Wait! Let me get a picture of you guys. I've to show Rio." You both laughed as Miles snuck his arm around your waist and you laid your hand on his chest, posing for the picture. "Bye guys! Stay safe and have fun! Miles you better have her back by eleven" your mom said playfully squinting her eyes at him. "Of course Ms L/n" he chuckled.

When you closed the door, Miles interlocked his fingers around yours as you head to the stairs. "This place is really nice. My parents went here on their first date and they took me one time for their anniversary " he told you, helping you ease down the stairs in your heels. "That's so adorable, m'very honored to be taken there" you said squeezing his hand.

You walked to the subway, hurrying as best you could to catch the train. "Here come on my back!" he picked you up effortlessly as he trot down the last set of stairs and into the train, just making it. He put you down carefully as to not make your dress ride up too much. You wrapped your arm around Miles' and wrapped a leg over the other as you found seats by the door.

Getting off at your stop, you and Miles turned the corner to the restaurant. It was near the Brooklyn bridge, string lights lit around the trees in the night. It was definitely upscale and on the more expensive side. He led the way into the building and the inside was even nicer with dim lighting, beautiful decorations, and nice furniture. "Uh Morales, table for two" he told the lady at the front. His dad told him what to do and was actually the one who made the reservation, but you didn't have to know that.

He kept his hand around yours the whole way there and pulled your chair back for you. "Aww you're so sweet" you said resting your jacket on the back of your chair. "I'm glad I could finally take you on a date." he said smiling at you, you smiling back. He finally let go of your hand to take a look at the menu. "You can get anything you want. No budget" he told you. And he meant it, Miles loved doing things for you, especially if it meant he could see your gorgeous smile.

A waiter walked up to your table and pulled out a notepad. "Goodnight, can I get you guys anything to drink? Any appetizers?" she asked. Miles ordered a virgin cocktail while you got a strawberry lemonade. Since you were both ready to order your food anyways you went ahead and did that. He got salmon over rice that was topped with their signature gravy. You got creamy garlic buttered lobster tail with fettuccine pasta.

You and Miles talked while waiting for food. About everything in general and also nothing at all. You talked about what films were good, what books were good, favorite colors, how it was for him to be spider-man and take on such responsibility. You talked about what you would do after high school and where you would go. He opened up about his uncle Aaron's death and you opened up about your father's significant absence throughout most of your life.

When the food came you both rambled about how good it was, spoon feeding each other your meals. You ordered a strawberry cheese cake to share for dessert and asked for the bill. You grabbed your purse to take some money out. "Aye, cariño, you gotta let me do stuff for you" he sighed pushing your hand with the money away. "But Miles that's a lot of money" you whined. "I can handle it ma don't worry" he said giving the waitress his credit card, adding a tip.

You stacked the plates, making your waitress's job easier before grabbing your jacket and purse making your way out. He opened the door for you and you guys began your walk back home. "I had a really good time tonight, Miles" you told him, staring into his eyes. "I did too" he smiled. You both leaned in, pressing your lips against each other, hands held beneath you. He pulled away from the kiss first "Y/n, do you thi-" he cut himself off, tensing up. Just then an explosion broke out, a building catching fire.

Everyone around began freaking out and running around. "Get somewhere safe please, I'm gonna take care of this!" he told you, making you head in the direction everyone was running. He pulled his suit out from out of nowhere and making sure no one saw him he ran over to where the explosion came from. It was then, an oversized mutant gorilla on two legs appeared on a rooftop. "Come get me spider-man! I wanna be the one to finally kill you!" the villain roared.

Everyone halted in their path upon hearing that, looking back. Miles, Spider-man webbed over to it, landing a kick on the side of its face. The gorilla grabbed his leg and threw him to the ground. You gasped and covered your mouth watching the scene before you, but Miles got up to strike again. The gorilla threw fists in Miles' direction, him dodging effortlessly. He shot webs at his face to throw it off its balance, falling on its back. He jumped on top of the gorilla before it got up and threw him against a wall.

He quickly got on his feet, throwing a punch at the gorilla. The police arrived at the scene opening fire at the gorilla. Miles used his webs to trip and pull the gorilla to its feet, slamming his head to the pavement. Getting angry, the gorilla sprung to its feet and grabbed Miles, pounding him into the ground. He then picked him up with his enlarged gorilla hands and choked him out.

You kicked off your heels, looking around you found a dad and his son holding a baseball bat. You grabbed it, quickly yelling a 'sorry!' as you ran to the side of the building where Miles was fighting. You knew it was stupid to get involved in something so dangerous as this but you didn't want Miles to get hurt, or worse. You ran up the fire escape as quickly and quietly as you could, before hoisting yourself up to the very top of the roof trying as hard as you could to not fall right back down.

"I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands you damn bug" it growled. Miles was trying to claw away at his hands to get him off. While it was distracted holding up Miles, you eased up behind them. Bringing the bat back behind you as far as you could, and swung at its head as hard as you could. Its grip loosened around Miles' neck as it looked back at you allowing him to slip out and catch his breath. "Ohh what's this" it chuckled. You swung again as hard as you could before it grabbed your hand lifting you off your feet.

It angered Miles seeing the way he was toying with you. "Hey you big fucking monkey put her down!" he shouted. The gorilla moved closer to the edge and threw you down. You screamed as your distance to the ground rapidly got closer. "Noo!" Miles screamed out running to catch you. He shot a web down around your waist and hauled you back you up. "You okay?" he quickly asked, you nodded. He gently threw you back against a wall, protecting you and getting you out of the way. He jumped up and kicked at the gorilla's face throwing it down.

He quickly wrapped webs around its ankles picking him up with his hands and slamming him down. He threw a web to at the bat that had fallen earlier, taking it in his hand and repeatedly hitting against the gorilla's head. He kept hitting until he saw blood pooling from its nose and it lost consciousness.

He threw the bat and wrapped his webs around and around the gorilla's body tying a tight knot and dangling its body down to the police. They all ran over to grab it and take it in their police cars. "Thank you Spiderman!" one of them called out. The people on the street shouted out cheers and thank yous. "Anytime!" he called back down.

He turned around and you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. He tightly wrapped his arms around you and covered his face in your neck. He quickly pulled away to look at you "Why did you do that? You could have really gotten hurt" he scolded. Tears welled up in your eyes "I just didn't want you to get hurt. You could've died!" you retorted. "You could've died! I don't know what I would've done with myself if that happened." he exclaimed. He wrapped his arms back around you, you crying lightly into his shoulder.

"Y/n" "Hm?" you mumbled. He lifted your head off him and pulled off his mask. "Do you think um...Do you think...Will you let me be your boyfriend?" he quickly blurted the last bit. You breathed out and smiled watching his eyes. You held his face in your hands "God I thought you'd never ask" you smiled, smashing your lips into his. Your lips moved in sync, him using an arm to bring you closer and deepen the kiss. He smiled against your lips "Is that a yes?" "Of course it's a yes" you giggled.

"You might wanna change out of that. I've gotta go give that guy his bat back...and get my shoes" you told him. "Yeah okay, I'll be right down" he gently put you down on the ground and you rushed over to the man. "Here you go, really I'm sorry about the...blood" you told him. "No problem...I saw you take these off, so here you go" he hand you your heels. "Oh my god thank you. Have a good night."

You looked around for Miles, when he tapped your shoulder, back in his dinner clothes. "Hey..girlfriend" he smiled. "Hello boyfriend" you smiled back, him giving you a peck on the lips.

You were now standing in front of your apartment door saying your goodbyes to Miles. "Are you sure you're okay?" he said taking your hand in his. "Yes, I'm alright" you giggled. "Just glad you were there to protect me spiderboy" you joked. "Goodnight, amor" he said wrapping his arms around you. "Goodnight" you said taking his lips on yours. "I really like doing this" he giggled. "Me too" you said kissing him again.

Just then the door opened, and your mom appeared. "Oh!" she yelped, the two of you quickly moving away. "Don't pretend I didn't just see what I just saw" she laughed. "Hey Miles, thank you for getting her home safe." she smiled at him, hugging your shoulder. "Of course, goodnight Ms L/n" he said "Goodnight Y/n" he smiled, walking away.

You entered the apartment behind your mom, you really had a lot to tell her.

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #earth 1610 #miles morales x you #spider man x reader

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honoviadakai · 1 year ago

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What team Urameshi likes about the holidays ☃️

Yusuke:

He’s not a big holiday guy tbh

Like he doesn’t hate it necessarily but it does get annoying when he feels he HAS to put in a bit more effort on things like gift

Honestly doesn’t decorate or anything, but he’ll wear holiday clothes if asked nicely

9/10 he’s getting people money or gift cards anyway

He’s also not a big fan of the malls and such being more crowded than normal around this time, he likes having elbow room

Don’t even get him started on holiday music, he’s losing his mind by minute 2 of walking in the mall 😣

Ok so…what does he like then?

Food

Both making and eating it

Christmas in Japan is different from Christmas in America(obviously), but the one consistent thing is the importance of food

It’s also one of his love languages

He probably didn’t have many instances of eating together like a “family”. The few times he did was when Keiko’s family invited him and his mom to eat with them so being to eat with as many friends and family members as possible makes him really happy

Not that he’ll ever admit it outright

Making food makes it even better, especially if everyone enjoys it

Also, who doesn’t just love stuffing their face hole with good food? Couldn’t be Yusuke

Expect at least ONE food competition with at least one of the guys…

Expect one of said challenges to be a spice challenge...against Hiei...the fire demon...

🤦🏻

He’s an idiot but he’s a really chill person so be around the holidays, especially if you’re not a huge fan of that time of year

Kuwabara:

Oh this dude is an absolute joy to have around the holidays

He LOVES this time of year because for him, it’s a time where he gets to pull out the stops and show all his friends and family how much they mean to him!

He might be a blockhead but he’s a smart gift giver ok?

He’s making mental notes throughout the year

Oh, Yusuke wants a new jacket? Already bought

Yukina’s kimono looking a little warn out? He’s already asking his sister to give him a list of top tier kimono stores and styles

Eikichi tore through another toy? Time to buy 20 more

He also sometimes makes gifts by hand!

I know we never see his mom in cannon but you can pry my headcanon of her teaching her kids how to sew, knit and crochet from my cold dead hands!

One year, his sister accidentally tore her favorite shirt.

This precious chad not only fixed it up, but he bought extra fabric to make it into a brand new dress!

He’s even made HIEI of all people a gift!

His first gift to him was a hand knitted scarf

He understands he’s a fire demon and that the cold probably doesn’t affect him at all, but he’ll be damned if he lets the little shrimp walk around in the snow with no winter clothes

It was the closest he ever saw to happiness in the swordsman’s eyes

He also goes out of his way to make sure every single one of his friends and loved ones is doing ok

financially, mentally, physically, emotionally, ect

He knows there’s only so much he can do, but he’s never gonna just leave a friend or family member to suffer in silence if has any word on the matter 😤

Keiko’s schoolwork been stressing her out? He’s bringing her snacks and a movie!

Shizuru been feeling down? Shopping trip! NOW!

Hiei and Yusuke being moodier than usual? Sparing time now, food after 🍜

He’s like the physical embodiment of a hug around the holidays!

Why wouldn’t he spread joy to his friends and family? Thats the whole point of the season to him!

Kurama:

Kurama both likes and dislikes the holidays

He likes it because he likes getting his friends and family gifts

They’re always practical gifts btw

Like clothes or home appliances that you’re in desperate need of

His mom is the one getting the extravagant gifts though

Don’t get him wrong, he’ll occasionally splurge on his friends…

But his mom 100% is getting like a Gucci bag or something for Christmas

His stepfather and stepbrother will also get nice gifts…but his mom’s getting the best gifts. Period. 💅

He also likes helping his mom decorate the house!

He’s tall so he puts up all the lights and the ornaments that go at the top of the tree

He’s very paranoid that she’ll fall of a ladder so she’s just straight up not allowed to help him hang the lights when he’s around

He’ll also help bake!

It’s been their cute little tradition to make snickerdoodles since he was a wee lad 🥰

Now for why he doesn’t like the holidays…

I feel like his human father died around the holidays…

So naturally, it was a very hard time of the year for him and his mother

Especially for his mother…

He’d often catch her crying alone in the living room or in her bedroom when she thought her son was asleep or busy

But he heard her…he always heard her…

Some of his memories from around that time in his childhood are mostly of him consoling his morning mother in any way he could

He’d sometimes take her out for walks in the snow and ask her to build a snowman or make snow angels with him

Sometimes he’d make hot chocolate and watch TV with her

And sometimes he’d even throw away his pride and sing cute holiday songs and do little dances for her!

Seeing her smile for even a moment was worth all the embarrassing home videos she’d take of him

Now that she’s now remarried with a new family, he’s not as worried about her since he knows she’s not lonely anymore

It’s still a difficult time for her, but she has people who love her to distract her

Hiei:

“What the hell is Christmas…that a human thing?”

Yeeeeah….

He doesn’t get the appeal

You surprised?

He’s not exactly social, so he won’t attend holiday events/gatherings unless he’s forced to

He absolutely sucks at gift giving…

In fact, sometimes it’s better that he doesn’t get people gifts…

For example…

One year, he was forced to participate in secret Santa…he got Yukina…

Now the only reason he participated at all was because he got his sister as the one he was meant to give a gift to

But he doesn’t know jack shit about what to get her…

So he got her a sword…he gave his noncombatant sister…a weapon…

Listen…

He panicked ok?

And he’d rather eat rocks and walk into the sea than ask for help

Weapons are useful right??? Who couldn’t use an extra weapon in the house

He just wanted to get something he felt would help his sister in a time of crisis

He’s lucky that Yukina liked it…she even hung it by her bed in her room

If he does put effort into getting his friends any sort of gift…it’s either something he stole or weird demon world stuff

Like…you know how dogs and cats bring random shit to their owners sometimes?

Yeah, it’s that vibe

Like he straight up gifted a small demon corpse to Eikichi once

He claims he felt she needed more substance in her diet

To his credit…she did eat it…

One of the best ways to get him to go to an event/ gathering willingly is to tell him that there’s gonna be a lot of free food

He grew up with bandits, he didn’t always have consistent access to food…it’s part of why he’s so short…that and genetics

So hearing that he has free access to food for the evening that he doesn’t have to fight for will have him being social and polite for at least an hour

He would rather saw his legs off with a rusty saw than admit this but he does secretly enjoy these human holiday gatherings

Everyone he knows and loves is in one spot where he can easily keep tabs on them

He kinda doesn’t mind the music and chatter

And the inside of the building they’re all in is always toast warm

He’s a fire demon so being out in the snow doesn’t bother him

But…it’s kinda nice to just be inside where it’s warm with all his friends and his sister looking so happy and at peace…

But you didn’t hear it from me 🤫

He definitely isn’t the guy you’re gonna go to for holiday cheer or anything

But he’s kinda starting to warm up to these human customs so he can occasionally be a somewhat jolly guy…in his own Hiei ways

#yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho headcanons #yusuke urameshi #kuwabara kazuma #kurama #yoko kurama #shuichi minamino #Hiei #team urameshi

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laurajean92 · 1 year ago

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Nick and Noah - Continued

Hi guys, sorry it’s been so long since I last posted (blame life)! But I’m back, so enjoy...

“A little birdie tells me you’re turning 18 soon.”

Noah chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her waist the next morning, her head leaning back onto my shoulder... “You knew I was turning 18.”

“Yes, but I didn’t realise how soon.”

“Why is it such a big deal? It's just a birthday.”

“It’s an important birthday that needs to be marked and remembered, and I want to help.”

“Oh yeah? How?"

I smirked... “I may or may not have booked us a weekend away.”

“Seriously?”

I nodded... “Yeah, just you and me for 4 days.”

“Nick... what about our parents?”

“They know. I asked your Mom’s permission.”

“And she said yes?”

I nodded... “She’s had time to think since you two talked, and she can see how happy you are, and she wants that for you.”

She smiled at me warmly... “I can’t believe it.”

I reciprocated her smile...” Well, believe it, because it’s happening.”

“Okay. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, Precious.”

“Nick!”

I chuckled and pressed my lips to her nose, pulling back to pull my wallet from my back pocket... “I want to spoil you, and that starts now, so here, take my credit card, get Jenna and go and buy yourself some nice things to wear.”

“Thank you, but what do I need to pack?”

“Some nice dresses and some comfy dresses, and comfy clothes.”

“That’s all I'm getting?”

He nodded, pressing his lips to mine... “See you later, Freckles.”

I glared at him as he smirked and winked at me as he walked out of my bedroom...

…

“So, do you have any idea where Nick is taking you then?”

I shook my head at Jenna’s question as we walked around the lingerie shop in the mall... “He just told me to pack comfy clothes, nice clothes and some swimwear.”

“And the lingerie?”

“Is my idea. I want to surprise him. It’s going to be our first trip away together, and he’s used to seeing Anna and her model-like body. I want to impress him.”

“Girl, believe me when I say, he’s never looked at Anna the way he looks at you. She doesn’t even come close.”

I smiled at her warmly as I picked up a red bra and matching panties...” What do you think?”

“He’ll die! Get one in every colour.”

I chuckled... “He did give me his credit card.”

“Nick Leister gave you his credit card?”

I nodded... “He told me to spoil myself, but I'm gonna buy these myself so they’re a surprise for him.”

She smiled at me warmly... “Seriously, get one in every colour.”

I chuckled and began to peruse the rack for different colours...

…

“Hey, you.”

Noah turned as I spoke as she set her shopping bags down on her bed and skipped over to me, leaning up on her tiptoes to press her lips to mine... “Hi. Thank you for your card.”

“You’re welcome. Did you have a nice time?”

She nodded... “Yep, I got myself some new clothes and treated myself to a mani pedi and got waxed.”

I fought the urge to groan as she bit down on her bottom lip and looked over her shoulder... “You’ve been to Victoria Secret?”

“Maybe.”

“You gonna show me what you bought?”

She shook her head... “Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“Nope. I might send you a sneaky photo or two later, but what I bought is for our weekend away.”

“You’re killing me, woman.”

She smiled at me warmly and kissed me again, gently pulling on my bottom lip as she pulled away... “It’s worth it, I promise. Now go, and keep your eyes peeled on your phone.”

…

I pushed at Nick’s chest, guiding him out of my room, shooting him a smile and a wink as I closed the door behind me. Leaning against it momentarily, I smiled to myself and walked back into my bedroom and opened the Victoria Secret bag, smiling as I looked at the contents. Pulling out one of the lingerie sets I'd bought, I walked to my mirror and held it up, biting my lip before making my way into my walk-in wardrobe to change...

…

I immediately picked up my phone as it dinged with a message notification, and seeing it was from Noah, opened it, muttering “fuck” under my breath as I saw her stood in front of her mirror, clad in a red bra and panty set...

“Do you like? X”

“Is that a trick question? I love it!”

I waited a few moments for a reply but got nothing and went back to what I'd been doing, picking up my phone as it dinged again, tipping my head back on a groan as I saw her body now clad in a baby pink bra and panty set...

“It’s decided, this one is my favourite x”

“Really? But I got more colours x”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Come into my room and see x”

I slammed my phone down and hurried across the hall and walked into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me, her eyes meeting mine as she sat on the edge of her bed, clad in the pink bra and panty set... “What other colours did you get?”

She smirked and rose to her feet, quickly wrapping her silk robe around her before turning around to look in the bag. Moving over to her as quietly as I could, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my lips to her neck as I brushed her hair to one side...

“Nick.”

“What?”

“You’re distracting me. I'm trying to show you what I bought.”

“Show me.”

She tipped her head back as I continued to kiss her neck and slid my hand down the side of her body, pulling her robe up to expose her leg, gently scratching my nails against her skin as I did... “I got... I got...”

I chuckled softly... “Show me.”

She whimpered as I gently bit down on her neck... “Um... blue... black... um.”

I pulled away from her and sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling her between my legs before taking the bag from her and tossing it aside... “I don’t care about what other colours you bought, because I hope at some point in the near future, I'll see you in them. Right now, all I care about is what’s underneath this robe.”

She smiled at me warmly as I reached up and loosened the ties, letting the robe fall open. Lifting my hands to help push it off her shoulders, I allowed my eyes to trail over her body...

“You’re so beautiful.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

She bit her lip as I splayed my hands over her thighs and brought her to straddle me... “Yes, you are.”

…

Nick captured my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, scratching my nails over his skin through his t-shirt as I pressed my chest into his, moaning against his lips as his hands ran up my back and unclasped my bra, tossing it aside. Leaning back, I tipped my head back as he lavished attention on my breasts, gasping as he flipped me onto my back, lifting me so my head was against the pillows and began to kiss his way down my body...

“Am I going to get this reaction every time I wear a new underwear set?”

“If you look as hot as you do in this one, then yeah.”

I smiled at him warmly and tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging him up to my lips as he began to trail kisses over my stomach and captured his lips again...

#nick x noah #myfault #culpamia

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therexydusk · 2 years ago

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Daddy's little "Monster" Part 2/?

(Tw: Mentions of bad past, gore, weapon)

(Kaida's POV)

Papa Raihan and I were in a new Place called Wyndon, buying me comfy clothes. I saw a cosy bow and ran towards it. "Kaida, you find something you like?" Makua asked, to which i nodded, showing him the bow. "Awe! it's your colour too dear" he said, lifting me up onto his shoulders as we went to check out. The workers knew i was a hybrid and made me feel as comfortable as i could be. After Papa payed and left the mall, he let me off his shoulders and I held his hand. "Wanna get changed into your new clothes? or do you want to meet my friends?" He asked, kneeling to my level. "C-change" I said, snuggling into his arms. He chuckled and took me to his stadium.

(Raihan's POV)

I walked with Kaida back to the stadium to get dressed up in the new clothes i bought with them. "Makua, Who are your friends? Are they mean, or kind?" Their shy voice asked, a bit of worry in their voice. "Kaida, they're really sweet, some of them can be quiet but otherwise they will adore you" I replied, now opening the stadium's doors. "Go get dressed hon, you can keep the hoodie." I said, letting their hand go. After five minutes, they returned wearing the bow around their neck, a white sweatshirt, my hoodie, light blue jeans, black socks, and white tennis shoes. "I'm back, Makua" They exclaimed, hugging my leg. I was texting the gym leaders to meet in Turffield stadium along with leon, my dad Ryuko, Avery and Klara, hop, victor, and gloria when i looked down and saw their adorable face. "My friends will absolutely adore you, you are way too cute" I said, holding them in my arms(Note: Kaida's short for an Eleven year old). "Yay! Where are we gonna see them?" They asked, looking into my eyes. "Turffield, it's not far in flying taxi, i already called one" i said, ruffling their hair. "W-wheres turffield?" They asked, scared. "Don't worry, its not near your old fathers house, you'll be safe." I replied, now walking towards the flying taxi.

(Kaida's POV)

Makua and I landed in yet another new place called Turffield, where there was a gym at the bottom of the hill. we both walked down and near the gym, walking in. "Hey guys!" Makua said, waving at the many people. "Awe, that child is just precious!" A man with pink hair and a farm hat said, crouching to meet my level. "Hi cute thing! My name's milo, im the gym leader here"the man said, making me comfortable. "H-hello....m-mr. Milo" I stuttered, letting him touch my feathers(Another note: Kaida lets people they are comfortable with touch her wings, but while one of their wings are in recovery, its mainly the right wing). "Kaida's never much of a talker when meeting new people, wow milo!" makua said, Milo smiling. "well i've rescued an injured articuno before, hence why its Bede's ace for his team" He said, staring at an older man who was dressed in a towel, a soft brown turtleneck, black jeans, and tennis shoes. The man came over, sat on his knees, fluffing my hair. "My name's kabu, child. You're perfect for a cute eleven year old." He said, hugging me. "Careful kabu, they were hurt at their old home...that's how i found them in the wild area" makua said, kabu letting me go. "May I ask how it happened, if it's not too personal is all dear" The male asked, looking into my eyes. "H-his name was Colress, i was born like this from makuahine's makuahine, which means mom's mom, my grandma. She was a hybrid of an articuno like me, and he killed mama in front of me, he stabbed my wing where there are bandages, i ran away after that, that's how makua found me" I said, hugging milo and kabu, who were shocked, along with the others, even makua. "H-he always called me a monster, even though i was born this way..." I added, now crying. "Shhh...Kaida, its ok!" I heard makua say, hugging me tight. "Rai's right, dear. Your perfect in your own way, no one can say otherwise, not even that idiot named Colress, we all know him alright, and he's not fit to be your father, raihan on the other hand, he's an amazing person" someone with a female voice said, sitting on her knees. another male came next to her, sitting on the soft grass. "My mom's right, Rai is a perfect fit for a father, not Colress" The person said, ruffling my hair. "Are you more calm now sweetie?" Papa said, looking into my tear stained eyes. "Mhm..." i nodded my head, now looking at the two new people. "Awe! Raihan shes so adorable!" the female said, snuggling me. "Mom be careful! their wing is injured" her son said, trying to grab me.

(Raihan POV)

Gordie and Melony were fighting to hold kaida and i was laughing along with Milo. "Gordie! Melony! Stop fighting over them, let them choose who they want to see" Milo exclaimed as Kaida covered their ears. "Thank you. Kaida, choose between ms melony and mr gordie ok?" I said, Kaida looking at the two. "They seem more focused on Gordie, that's just so cute" Kabu said as Kaida crawled to Gordie, staring into his sapphire eyes. "We have the same eyes!" They said, giggling. "We do indeed, Kaida, my name is Gordie." He said, holding Kaida like they are his child. "Gordie they may be a bit drowsy, so if you feel them lay against you, let them, they haven't slept in a while i guarantee" I said, rubbing Kaida's back. "Ok raihan, can we let our ace pokemon out? I wanna see if they have a pokemon, if not, i've seen galarian Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres flying around as of lately, as if they're protecting Kaida" Gordie requested, to which i nodded. Milo's Eldegoss, Nessa's Drednaw, Kabu's Centiskorch, Opal's Alcremie, Bea's Machamp, Allister's Gengar, Melony's Lapras, Gordie's Coalossal, Piers's Obstagoon, my Duraludon, Leon's charizard, Avery's Galarian Slowking, and Klara's slowbro all came out, but no pokemon for Kaida. "Which one does Kaida like Raihan? So i can catch it" Gordie asked, grabbing a master ball. "Kaida? Which of the three birds do you like?" I whispered, they looked at me with a sleepy look. "M-Moltres is nice...B-but zapdos too...I can't decide between those two..."They whispered back, snuggling closer to gordie as they drifted off. "Well they like both moltres and zapdos, i believe i have extra master balls, here, take this one, that way you can get both" I repeated to gordie. He nodded, gently put Kaida in my arms, and walked to the wild area. "I think they're sleeping now." Piers said, sitting in front of me. "Yea, they may need this nap, i haven't seen them sleep since...well, ever!" Hop said. Kaida and hop had a big friendship when growing up was all i knew, he helped her throughout her old life in galar and alola, as he was there researching about different forms of pokemon. "It's been a while since ive seen them all cozy in soft clothes! that bow on their neck is from wooloo wool" He said, sitting next to milo and Piers. "Can i hold Kaida?" Piers asked, to which i nodded and handed them over.

#pokemon #gym leader milo #gym leader piers #gym leader raihan #gym leader nessa #gym leader kabu #gym leader melony #gym leader gordie #pokemon angst

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soggykookiesandcream · 1 year ago

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𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟚

Third Person's POV

She gives in to the darkness as Jungkook lulls her to a soft slumber. Her body lying limp in his arms all surrendered to the comfort of sleep. He smiles softly at her, softly brushing her bangs aside.

She needs a haircut.

There's a knock at the door startling Jungkook from his thoughts.

"Jungkook?" Hoseok opens the door slowly.

He brings his finger to his lips indicating Hoseok to be quiet.

"Come out for a sec?" Hoseok asks and he nods.

"I'll be back, my pretty girl," he kisses her forehead and rests her body softly on the mattress before stepping out.

"Hyung?" He asks and Hoseok smiles.

"She's fine?" Hoseok asks and Jungkook nods.

"Well," Hoseok chuckles, "I'm sorry to disturb your time with her but the vaccines are about to run out at the camp. We need to go get it now."

"Alright," Jungkook peeks inside the room making sure Lia's asleep and shuts the door, "Let's go."

"I need to run a few errands along with it," he says, "Can we do that before getting the vaccine?"

"Yeah, sure," Hoseok nods, "What errands though? I'm the one usually getting them done."

"I gotta buy some things for Lia," he smiles, "She was craving some snacks and said she wanted her skin care products after taking one look in the mirror," he chuckles thinking of the moment she cutely lost her mind looking at her skin, "Her skin's amazing though. I'm still planning on taking her to a dermatologist later."

Hoseok lets out a laugh, "She's always been obsessed with skincare."

A few hours later...

"Lia?" Jungkook whispers stepping into the room and finding her fast asleep on the bed. He sighs with a small smile. He places all the shopping bags on the floor. He had gotten carried away at the mall buying things for her. Initially, he only planned on buying her snacks and skin care products but god help him. He couldn't resist buying all those pretty dresses on the mannequins and all the shoes he found for her. He takes his jacket and shirt off, searching for clothes in his cupboard.

"Jungkook?" Lia stirs awake hearing the cupboard door thud close.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he says holding onto the new set of clothes in his hand, "But it's good that you woke up. You need to eat."

"What's all of that?" She looks at all the shopping bags shoved into the corner.

"I bought them for you," he replies, "I just couldn't resist when I saw them. I wanted you to have it."

"Jungkook..," she sighs, "You didn't have to buy me so much."

"Oh, but I wanted to!" He grins, "You wanna see them?"

"I'll check them out in a bit? " She asks but this time her eyes weren't on the shopping bags.

Jungkook traces her eyes all the way onto his abs. He smirks in realisation.

"What are you looking at, sugar?" He steps forward and closer to her.

Her eyes widen and she stammers, "N-nothing."

"Really?" He presses and she shakes her head.

"Why don't you be a good little girl and try those clothes I got you?" His hand reaches for her face softly, thumb brushing her lips.

"Y-yeah," she stands up against Jungkook who towered over her. As she stalks over to the bags with Jungkook's burning gaze on her back, he sits on the bed manspreading.

"Good girl," he praises as she opens the first bag revealing the contents of it.

"Try 'em on," Jungkook encourages her, "Go on."

She scurries shyly into the bathroom, quickly coming out with the dress on and fixing it on the way out. Jungkook's eyes widen as he sees the black and gold material draped on her figure.

"Does it look okay?" She asks concerned about the time he was taking to say something.

"Okay?" Jungkook chuckles, "It's more than okay, babe. It's fvcking gorgeous. You're gorgeous," he gets up and walks towards her, "Oh, how am I ever gonna remove this image of you from my mind?"

"Don't remove it," she whispers, her eyes trained on his lips.

"It'll be hard then," he whispers back, lips almost touching.

"We can fix that," she replies before he crashes his lips onto hers. Her arms reach up to wrap around his neck. He speeds up the process by bringing his hands to her waist, lifting her closer to him and intensifying the kiss.

She whimpers into the kiss from the sudden movement. She clutches onto his shoulder for dear life as he walks to the bed unsteadily drunk in the kiss. Mindful of her fragile condition, he softly places her on the bed. Both their breaths are heavy as Lia reaches in for more.

"Oh, Han Lia," Jungkook chuckles joining her on the bed, "You will be the death of me."

Lia hums in response and he leans in catching her lips, moving his body and pinning her down like a professional. Her hands reach out to wrap around his neck but he was quick to pin her arms above her. He ignores the sharp sting on his arm assuming it's just irritation from the vaccine.

"What a pretty girl," Jungkook comments kissing down her neck delivering light nips which sent her squirming in his grip.

"Is everything okay, babe?" He asks in a condescending tone with a grin. She whimpers, shivering at the sensation of his lips on her collarbone.

"I like this dress on you," he states, "But it has to come off before I end up ripping it off your sweet body. Do you like the dress?"

"Y-yes," she moans when his hand reaches her ass.

"Then take it off," his jaw clenches, letting her hands loose and watching her squirm around trying to pull the straps off. He continues to ignore the sting on his arm.

She opens her eyes to navigate her dress better. She looks down trying to find the zipper on the side. On the way, her eyes catch a black spot on Jungkook's arm.

She pauses, "Jungkook?" She quickly pushes him off and takes his arm into her hands inspecting the spot.

"Huh?" He looks at his arm to see the black spot, black veins popping out near it.

His eyes widen as she asks.

"What's this?"

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TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1989 I just finished watching a scary movie and I’m now just about ready to drop off. I’m pretty zonked.

This afternoon I saw my allergy doctor and he gave me two inhalers for my asthma and one for my nose.

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 23, 1989 I am still wide awake and feeling pretty lousy. Earlier I got the urge to make my face up so I did. I took off my lipstick and blush but I still have my eyes all made up.

Linda never called. I wonder if she’s sick or something came up. I also wonder why I haven’t heard from Tammy in two days. I know it’s either shit from her mother, or she’s out with Will. Also, I haven’t spoken with Andy in two days. The only one I speak to every day is Jessie. We love to talk on the phone.

Well, I had a long talk with Nervous’s mother about him calling me and hanging up or just not saying anything and his spying. She says to take him to court if I have to. I now have absolutely no desire to see or talk to this sicko. It’s just gotten way out of hand to the point of no return and you just never know what a sicko like him is gonna do or what’s on his mind. Some friendship it’s been, huh?

I’m supposed to go to CC tomorrow for my intake, but they may be closed cuz we’re supposed to get a huge snowstorm.

This Saturday I’m supposed to return to Steiger’s, but I’ve got to think about it. Do I really want to?

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1989 Well, right now I’m a little depressed and lonely but I’m finally starting to get used to it and accept being alone. It’s always better than settling for second best.

I’m cooking some chicken rice right now, hoping Linda the cab driver calls.

I went out earlier to the Holyoke mall with Jessie. There, I bought both Tiffany and Debbie Gibson’s cassette singles.

Surprisingly enough, but then again I guess it’s no real surprise, I haven’t heard from Tammy all day yesterday or today. She’s no doubt out with Will, says Jessie.

Ma called saying she bought me this beautiful dress and it’s a size 6! What is she, crazy? She doesn’t realize how much weight I’ve lost. She hasn’t seen me in a while. She says it’s a loose-knit dress with no zippers or buttons. She’s gonna mail it to me.

There’s this guy, Bruce Y, who I ran into downtown. I’ve run into him a few times. He’s going to Holyoke Community College for the two-year music program for an associate degree in music, which I’m also thinking of doing. He’s nice and he’s not ugly either, but he’s so dull and wimpy, and of course, he turns me on in no way shape or form. Even Jessie spoke to him using my 3-way calling and she agreed.

Bruce says he thinks I’m very attractive and sensitive and seems so amazingly respectful, saying I shouldn’t be with a guy if I’m not happy and would rather be with a woman. He says don’t do anything I don’t want to do that doesn’t feel right.

I was hoping Linda would call cuz I really do like her even though she’s no beauty, and I could really use a chat with her. She really understands being gay too. I wish she’d give me her phone number.

I called Pamela at my dating service and told her our mailboxes are broken and she said she’d give me a call before she mails out anything. I’m still so skeptical about it all, though. I still fear that my type of woman isn’t meant to be.

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 1989 I finally got my guitar back, thank God. I got it on Andy’s birthday and rode with him in his new car. I bought Linda’s Mad Love music book and also a guinea pig, but I returned the pig. I just don’t want the hassles of changing the cage or buying bails of sawdust or the pellets anymore. Instead, I had Nervous, who’s acting really sick and always stinks and has this horrible body odor, bring Sasha back. I realize my allergies will be killing me but I love this cat to death and missed her terribly. I can’t live with no animals at all.

I saw Dr. Moshiri today at Osborne. He said I seemed much better and that all I’ve gone through has really had an impact on me but that I have amazing strength. He also agreed with me that one never forgets the past, though everyone keeps telling me to forget it. I wish I could!

I have taken half of a Deseril pill for 4 nights now and he says for me to continue that for a week or two and then take a whole one and at that point to stop the Navane.

Tammy called early this morning saying she was fed up with her mother and was leaving and we discussed her coming here but I haven’t heard from her since and she was supposed to call me early this afternoon. Tammy’s not the right person for me, though. She’s got too many problems and a lousy temper.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1989 Sure enough, my case was dismissed. The pig never showed up. I asked my lawyer why, and he said cuz he’d make a complete fool out of himself. The law is that you have to prove one guilty even if they admit they’re guilty. When I told my lawyer I was arrested he was shocked and he agreed that just cuz they’re cops and they wear that badge they think they can do anything. Whether I pleaded guilty or not, he still can’t prove it was me.

I spoke with both Jessie and Stuart today, but not yet with Tammy. She’ll probably call me later. She probably tried to get me last night but I took my phone off the hook so I could go to bed early. Andy probably tried to get me last night, too. It’s Monday, so Ma’s gonna be calling tonight.

When Nervous calls later tonight I’m gonna ask him if he’ll rent a car and bring me back the aquarium I gave him, so I can have him take me to Brightwood in Longmeadow so I can get a pig. I miss having one. The only bitch is buying them food all the time and changing their cage, but it’s worth it. I need the company of a pet.

Today I feel pretty good for a change. Since I turned the heat lower I feel much better and less feverish. I’m gonna write and really practice my piano. My guitar is in the shop cuz it needed new strings and I’m pissed at Phil. He’ll never bring it back today and it’s been ready since Saturday. I’m dying to play.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 12, 1989 Guess who I’ve been in contact with every day now on the phone? Jessica S! I went to middle school with her. She’s got a 9-month-old baby boy now named Wyatt Justin and he’s cute. Her adoptive father is Big Bird of Sesame Street. I called Jessie’s mom in Longmeadow and she told me Jessie lived in Feeding Hills so I got her number through information. And sure enough, the guy she was with took off when she got pregnant and does drugs and just wants sex. She understands me really well, though, and accepts me for the way I am and we’ve had a lot of nice talks. I even spent the night in her place and she told me it didn’t even seem like 10 years had gone by since we last saw each other and we are very close friends. She mentioned getting a place together, but I don’t know. I would definitely live with her, though, cuz I’ve known her so long and we get along so well and she’s no thief or druggie.

Later…

Tomorrow I’ve got to go to court. Lucky me. Nervous is going to wake me up. He was over here for the first time in a month and he also has a broken wrist. That’s what he gets for walking around at 2:00 in the morning buying a pack of cigarettes. He says a bunch of guys knocked him down.

I forgot to mention that last weekend I was at Tammy’s house. It was a very nice house. She still says she likes me and wants to have a relationship with me, but I still hardly ever see her. I spoke to both her and Jessie today.

I want to move so bad it isn’t funny. I’m so sick of this place, but who knows when I ever will? I also want a car at times, too.

Believe it or not, I found Jenine M’s number (she’s an entertainment agent) in an old pad of phone numbers and I called her and she did say she had tried to reach me after I changed my number and she said she’d call me either Mon. or Tues. I’m afraid to get my hopes up too high but I’m trying not to think negatively either. My voice is ok, of course, but what really brings it down is my stuffy nose and wheezing. I have finally made an appointment with my allergy doctor. I also think I may have somewhat of the flu now too, which is going around. I usually get it once a year at this time.

I’m so psyched about my piano playing. I’m getting better and better every day. I’ve learned Dr. Beat and Falling in Love and have learned much more of her other songs (Gloria’s) and also, I’m gonna work on some of Linda’s. I’ve learned some of the song Just One Look. I’d say it’s my timing that’s the hardest thing to conquer what with both the left and right hands together. Tomorrow I’m going to work on the song You Made a Fool of Me which I already have a basic idea of now.

All the songs Andy taught me are like a piece of cake now. I love to play Talk to Me most of all.

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1989 I just got finished spraying a spider with Raid but I should’ve just killed it with my broom cuz now it stinks in here. Oh well.

Tammy called me today at around 11:30, asking if I’d go with her to her doctor’s appointment and if I’d meet her at 2:00 outside the front of the Civic Center. Well, I stood her up cuz of the way she’s done it to me and for not returning my hairpiece. Also, I was very tired. She called me at 6:00 wanting to know why I wasn’t there. I told her I was sick and tired. She said she waited till 3:30. She told me she was going for her second pregnancy test and that they don’t know if she’s pregnant or not.

Philip took me to Store 24 at about noontime and I got just a few things cuz of the way I’ve been feeling. He’s supposed to call me this morning around 11:00.

I spoke to Nervous and this morning. I told him Philip was coming to take me to the airport and that I’d be gone to Florida for the rest of the month. I’m so sick of him and even talking on the phone to him cuz he really is a sick person. I usually only talk for two seconds then play my game of the crossed call that comes in and he listens and says all kinds of sick, nasty and hateful stuff. I used to find it funny, but now it’s gotten old.

Earlier this evening I was really depressed and I cried the last two nights in a row cuz I haven’t in so long. It takes a lot for me to cry and I usually keep it bottled up inside till it really catches up to me, but I know I must try really hard not to take the Navane unless I absolutely have to. You know, if I get so anxious that I can’t breathe. Crying, though, really did make me feel a lot better much quicker. What I need most of all is a woman. Yeah, sure.

On Showtime last weekend Gloria had a concert special taped in Miami. It was the last concert of her tour. It was great and she looked beautiful. She was also on the music awards too, where she won an award. She looked sexy as all hell and Andy taped it for me so I could see it again. As for Gloria’s concert, it will be on several more times this month and since I don’t have a VCR I’m just gonna tape it on my box.

WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1989 I spoke to Tony on Monday and was about to tell him how I can’t be his girlfriend and the reasons why when he told me he’s not looking for that and that he was glad we got that out in the open. His basic reason for not wanting me is cuz I don’t have a job, and when I told him that I do have a job, he said, “You just got that job.”

He’s another one who can’t accept me for the way I am and it verifies my belief that I’ll never have anyone decent cuz I haven’t worked in so long. All I’ll get is a desperate mental case. Ma says when the right person comes along, I’ll know it, and I asked her if she thought I was only good enough for the jerks and not the decent people and she said no, that I could get someone decent. I told her it’s not going to be a man. She said that’s good. It’s like she’s happy about my being gay cuz she knows how men are and doesn’t want me getting pregnant.

Andy said that Tony’s excuse about my not working is really stupid and that most guys don’t want their girlfriends to work, cuz then they’re meeting other guys. They want them to stay home and cook and clean, but that’s basically only the assholes.

I’m sending my dating service a check for $80, so in 2 or 3 weeks I should be meeting someone. I’m so skeptical. I doubt any of these women will turn me on like Gloria, whether they’re decent or not.

I definitely cannot sit around all month waiting for work so maybe I’ll go apply at McDonald’s which sucks, but it pays a little more than $5 an hour and has better hours. I really think the first thing I need is that dream girl before I try to make it in music or a better job. Someone who believes in me. I can’t do everything alone. I need some support.

I haven’t heard from Tammy for two days. Guess I’m gonna have to get my hairpiece myself.

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Chapter 38

Jennifer looked the dress up and down then put it back on the rack. “Too short…” she muttered to herself. Jennifer was a 3rd grade teacher and had to pick clothes that were appropriate. It was the last week of summer and she had towed her husband Mark out to the mall to find some updated school clothes.

She found a more sensible dress and held it up to her body as she looked at the mirror. It was red and white striped. Mark was wandering around the aisles, hands in his pockets and clearly bored. “Psst, how’s this look,” she called over to him.

Mark walked over and and whispered, “Not sure, I think we should go in the dressing room and you can model it for me.”

Jennifer swatted his arm, “Be for real, do you like this?”

I am being for real… Mark thought to himself, but he knew that was his boredom talking. “Yes, I like it.” Anything to get out of this store, he thought.

Jennifer cut her eyes at him. After five years of marriage, they were still very sexual but they were well past the honeymoon stage. Even though Mark may be good to go at it in the department store dressing room at 1pm on a Saturday, she was definitely able to control herself. These days, she usually needs a glass of wine and nothing on TV for her to get in the mood.

“Alright, I’m gonna get this,” Jennifer said.

Thank God, Mark thought. “I’m gonna run to the restroom and I’ll meet you at the checkout line.”

Mark headed to the back of the store. It was packed this afternoon. Kids were out of school, people were off from work… And everyone was rushing to get ready for school’s return next week. Mark eventually worked his way through the crowd and made it to the restroom. He did what he needed to do and worked back through the crowd again. He made his way up to the checkout counter and began scanning around for Jennifer. She wasn’t in line anywhere that he could see. He figured she must have already paid and walked out to the parking lot. He walked out into the summer heat and looked around.

Nothing.

She wasn’t here.

He walked all the way back to the car to make sure she wasn’t waiting there. When he saw the car sitting alone, he went back into the store. He did another scan.

Still nothing.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called her, but it went straight to her voice mail. Her phone was off. Maybe the battery died, he thought. He dialed again to make sure and got the same result.

He decided to walk the perimeter of the store. He started back where she had been looking for the dress. Maybe she changed her mind. The red-and-white striped dress wasn’t back on the rack she had been standing at. Maybe she wanted to get a second dress. He wandered the aisles in the women’s section and found nothing. Desperately he started walking through the men’s section and children’s section, even though they didn’t have any kids, but again Jennifer was nowhere to be found.

After about 15 minutes of searching, Mark was trying not to get worried. He went up the woman at the cashier desk, who was helping another customer at the moment. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“I’ll be with you in just a moment, sir,” she answered with a typical customer service smile.

“I just wanted to ask you if my wife had checked out here. She was buying a dress.”

The cashier smiled, “Well, sir, this is the women’s section. Every other customer is buying a dress.”

“It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes ago. It was a red-and-white striped dress.”

The cashier nodded, “Yeah, I think I do remember her. She left with some guy.”

Mark’s breath caught in his throat. “What?” he choked out.

The cashier froze and wondered if she had gotten herself involved in some domestic problems. “I really have a lot of work to do, sir. Are you buying anything?”

“What do you mean she left with some guy?” The cashier forced a smile for the next customer and began checking them out, but Mark continued to press her for info. “It was a red-and-white striped dress. She’s this tall. Brown hair. She’s 29 years old. That’s a different woman you saw, right?”

The cashier looked uncomfortable, “Sir, look, I’m sorry if there’s some sort of problem—”

“No. No, there’s no problem. You just must be thinking of someone else that left with some guy. What guy? Where did they go? What did he look like?”

“I don’t know, sir. They left. Like out the door to leave.”

“What did he look like?” Mark pleaded. Jennifer had a brother. Maybe they ran into each other and she left with him. No, that’s wouldn’t make sense. And why was her phone off. “What did he look like?” he asked again.

“I don’t remember, okay? He had a...a gray suit—”

“A gray suit?”

“Yes, a gray suit. That’s all I remember. Look, I have a lot of customers. If you need help, talk to security—

“Can you call for her over the intercom?”

“We don’t have one of those. Talk to security. I can’t help anymore. I’ll call security myself if I have to.”

This last bit was meant for Mark, he could tell. He raised his hands to say “fine, I’m leaving” and he walked off.

He walked outside and stood on the curb. He continued to check the face of every dark-haired woman that he saw. He felt the keys in his pocket and walked back inside the store. He approached the cashier with his hands raised. “Can you do me one favor, please?” She looked at him with eyes that said “okay, but I’m getting tired of this.” He nodded and began writing something down on a piece of paper in front of the cashier, “I’m going to go home and see if she’s made it there...somehow. I don’t know how she would get home if I have the car, but I’m out of ideas at this point. If she shows up looking for me, would you call me please? Or if you just see her?” He held up his phone which had a picture of the two of them as his background. “Please.”

The cashier softened her look and nodded. “I will, sir.”

“Thank you.”* * *

Mark arrived home and found it empty.

“Jennifer? Jennifer?!” He called through the house, but only heard his own hollow echo. That was it. He had enough. He reached for his phone to call the police. He expected they would give him the excuse that always popped in movies he watched about needing to be missing for 24 hours before they’d do anything, but he didn’t know what else to do.

He had only dialed a 9 and a 1 on his phone when he heard a car door slam outside. He jerked the front door open just in time to see an unmarked van peel out after being parked in front of his house.

His wife was standing in the street.

“Jennifer?” Mark ran out to her. She looked confused and disoriented. Across her shoulder, she had her purse still and she was holding a bag with the logo of the department store. “Jennifer…” he held her by the shoulders and tried to look in her eyes, “Where were you? How’d you get here?”

Her eyes finally met his and she only stared. He repeated the questions and she only answered, “I...I’m not sure.”

“Come inside, we’re calling the police,” he pulled her arm and she gently pulled it back.

“No, no, I’m fine. I probably just forgot. It’ll come to me,” she said, rubbing her forehead.

“Jennifer, you’ve been missing for over two hours now. You disappeared at the store. Were you in that van just now?” Mark looked down the road to see if there was any lingering evidence of the strange vehicle but there was nothing. They lived in a secluded house at the top of a hill so he had a good view. There was nothing on the road around them.

“What van?” was her only answer. She stumbled away towards her home.

Another question popped into Mark head, “Was there a man in a gray suit?”

Jennifer didn’t answer.* * *

Jennifer acted odd the whole night.

It began with her walking inside and immediately stripping down naked as she walked down the hallway to take a shower, leaving her clothes behind her like breadcrumbs and tossing her purse and store bag on the bed.

Mark followed reluctantly behind her.

While she showered, Mark cleaned her mess. The department store bag had fallen off the bed. Mark inspected it to find the red-and-white striped dress inside. However, he felt something else inside and held the bag upside down.

A blank DVD case fell out.

What the… he thought.

He held up the case, flipped it over, examined it and opened it. There was an unmarked, shiny DVD in the spindle inside. There were no markings on any part of it.

Jennifer finished her shower and dried off. Usually, Jennifer would put on a tattered pair of underwear and big baggy T-shirt for the night. Instead of doing that, she walked out of the bathroom still naked and asked her husband, “Anything on TV tonight?” as if nothing had happened today.

Mark held the DVD case up, “What’s this?”

Jennifer shrugged, “Not sure. Wanna watch it?”

Mark did.

Jennifer didn’t put clothes on the rest of the night. She lounged on the couch with her tits out and walked around the living room with her ass bouncing with each step. Mark popped the DVD in and they watched it.

It starred Jennifer.

She was wearing the clothes she wore today. There was no sound. She was in a room. It looked like an office. Desk. Couch. Cheap framed painting on the wall. She was talking to somebody off camera but they couldn’t hear anything. A figure emerged from the side frame but the picture suddenly cut to a series of swirling colors.

The next thing they knew it was after midnight and the video shut off. Mark and Jennifer came out of their daze to find that Mark was sporting quite a large and painful tent in his pants. He looked at his erection then back at his wife.

“Do you mind?” he asked, pointing at his crotch.

“You wanna film me?” Jennifer asked, leaning down with a smile.

They had never done anything like this, but Mark pulled out his phone with a grin flipped it to record a video of his wife sucking his cock. Throughout the act, they would each wonder independently why they were behaving this way, but those thoughts would quickly fade away. Mark came in his wife’s mouth and she strutted off to bed. Mark shut the lights off and followed her, bringing an end to a very strange first day of the beginning of their new lives.

Mark woke up then next morning next to his still-naked wife. Even though he had seen her naked a million times by now, seeing her nude form now made his cock spring back up. He grabbed his phone and immediately went to the bathroom. He locked the door and jerked off while re-watching his blowjob video from the previous night.

Their morning went pretty normal. Jennifer finally put clothes on—which consisted of a tight fitting nightie top and a thong. The top was thin white material and Mark could see her nipples outlined through it. He couldn’t stop staring at his wife’s tits and ass. She spent the morning swatting his hands away as he constantly tried to grope her. Her flirtiness from the night before had died down it seemed but she still wasn’t shy about showing herself off.

Mark couldn’t think straight. Ever since they watched that video, he couldn’t get sex off his mind. He disappeared into the bathroom several times that day to watch the same blowjob video.

After his third jerk-off session, David walked out of the bathroom and Jennifer was gone.

Again.

He called her name and got nothing but silence. He searched every room but she wasn’t there. Opening the front door he saw nothing on the street. Her car was still here. As he closed the front door, something caught his eye. There on the front porch welcome mat was another DVD. His pulse quickened and, oddly enough, he got hard.

He took it inside and inspected it. It was just as blank on the outside as the other one. The first DVD was still sitting in the DVD player. He took it out and placed it back in its case, then popped the new one in.

Mark settled down on the couch in his empty house and watched as his wife appeared on the screen again. Just like the first movie. She was talking so someone off camera. There was no sound. She seemed at ease. She was wearing the same clothes from when she disappeared at the mall. Finally, the same shadowy figure emerged from the side. At the point that the last DVD cut off, this one kept going. The figure walked further into frame and into the light. Mark could now clearly see that the figure was a man.

And the man was naked.

Mark looked at his wife’s face. She was staring directly at the man’s cock. She was smiling and licking her lips. Mark was rock hard.

Then the video cut off and pretty colors filled the screen.

Mark was awakened by a car door slamming outside. He was still hard. His pants were around his ankles and his cock was gripped in his hand. It was several hours later in the day. He quickly got himself together, shut the TV off and ran to open the front door.

His wife was walking calmly down the driveway as the same van from before peeled off. She was wearing clothes he had never seen before. A tight black mini skirt and a red halter-top that barely contained his wife’s already-ample breasts. He wanted to fuck her then and there.

“Let’s go to the mall,” she said when she reached the front porch, “I need to bring that boring dress back and get some better shit.”* * *

Mark followed his wife around the mall again, but this time something felt different.

Mark wasn’t bored.

He wasn’t bored because he wasn’t off browsing random stuff or sitting on a bench while he wife shopped. This time, Mark followed his wife around. They still weren’t walking together though. Mark stayed about 5 steps behind her because he was staring at her butt the whole time and struggling to hide his erection.

On the drive to the mall, he had tried to ask her about where she had disappeared to but every time he tried to press it Jennifer would stretch and arch her back, sticking her big tits out at him and he would lose all interest in other subjects. Mark wanted to jerk off on his wife’s boobs so bad.

Also, strangely enough, Mark was getting even more turned on by all the stares Jennifer was receiving. There were plenty of other married couples browsing the mall on this Sunday afternoon and every male that walked past Mark’s wife craned their neck, subtly so as not to alert their own boring wife. Mark would grin to himself and rub his cock through his pocket. “Yeah, my wife’s hotter than yours,” he would think to himself. The men walking alone were even better. They would smile at her and ask her how she was doing. With Mark walking behind her to oogle her ass, they all thought she was single and Mark was liking that setup.

He really wanted to go in the bathroom. He felt his cell phone in his pocket, knowing that it contained a great image of his wife with a dick in her mouth—his dick in her mouth and he needed to relieve some pressure.

Jennifer grabbed some items off the shelf. Like last time, she asked Mark how he felt about them, only this time there was no denying that Mark wanted to see her in every outfit she found. These weren’t teacher clothes she was buying—these were clothes to show off her body.

“Want to model them for me in the dressing room?” he asked for the second time in two days.

Jennifer laughed, “Get real… I’m gonna go try these on and without your pervy ass in there too.” She walked up to him, stuck her tits up against him and whispered in her ear, “You sit out here and keep trying to hide that hard dick.” She grinned and winked at him, obviously loving the idea of teasing him. The wink was almost enough to make him cum in his pants right there but Mark held it together.

With Jennifer out of his sight, he was able to calm himself down and wait patiently. When she emerged from the dressing room, she was still fixing her top. Mark caught a glimpse of her lacy bra and he was right back to full mast.

They went to the check-out counter and Mark figured he should let the girl from yesterday know that everything turned out okay. At least, he thinks everything turned out okay. Either way, the girl wasn’t there.

“Excuse me,” he asked this new girl, “Where’s the girl that was working here yesterday?”

The new girl looked annoyed, “Oh Carrie? Yeah, she didn’t show up to work today. That’s why I got called in here on my day off. So if you see her, please remind her she has a job.”

Weird, Mark thought, but had forgotten about it by the time they had gotten to the car.

Jennifer pulled the passenger door closed and bluntly said, “Let’s go home and fuck.” Mark broke the speed limit several times on the way home.* * *

“Fuck yeah! Fuck me baby! Oh yeah, that’s so fucking good! Yeah, fuck me with that big dick baby!”

Mark couldn’t stop himself from cumming before her due to her excessive dirty talk. He didn’t think that Jennifer ever came but she jumped up after they were done and hit stop on the video camera that she had set up on a tripod in the corner. That had been Jennifer’s idea. As soon as they entered the house, Mark was ready to go but Jennifer’s main concern was recording them. She said his phone just wasn’t going to cut it.

“Gotta make sure everyone can see my tits and my ass…” she muttered to herself as she had set up the tripod, already naked by then. Mark didn’t even hear what she said. He was too busy stroking his dick and staring at his wife’s boobs.

Jennifer dismantled their makeshift production set and grinned as she walked out of the room, naked and clearly not worried about missing out on letting Mark bring her to orgasm. “Gonna go upload this… be right back.”

Mark laid in the bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up he was alone again. It was Monday morning and he needed to go to work. He saw the folded up tripod in the corner. With Jennifer out of his sights, he was able to think clearly. Something was wrong and he needed to stop it before it got any further. He took a shower without jerking off and got dressed for work. As he tied his necktie in the mirror, he thought to himself, “Someone is doing something to my wife. It’s that van.” He knew he had to stop it. He walked out of his bedroom, determined to hold his ground and help his wife. He just had to be strong. He had to be str—

As he rounded the corner to the living room, he found his wife splayed on the couch completely naked and pumping a big flesh-colored vibrator in and out of her pussy as she stared at the open laptop open beside her. She looked up at him, squeezing her tits and smiled, “My video is blowing up on Pornhub, baby. Turns me the fuck on…”

“Honey, you have to stop this…” he started to say, but he got a glimpse of her laptop screen and froze. It was the two of them. From last night. His face was in the shadows but she was riding him and making seductive eyes at the camera. She was performing. And she looks good, Mark thought, feeling himself stiffen up for the first time that morning.

He had to break away.

“We’ll talk about this when I get home!” he said and quickly hurried out the door to work before he lost himself again.

Mark sat as his desk during the work day thinking about Jennifer fucking herself with a big dildo. He had to duck into the men’s room twice to relieve himself. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he wanted to jerk off to his wife’s new porn video she had uploaded, but deep down he knew it was true. He fought the urge to look at it on his phone’s web browser.

I could just take it off the work Wi-Fi, he thought to himself. It would use up his data but he didn’t care. Mark gave in. He jerked off in his work bathroom, tie slung over his shoulder, while he typed his wife’s name into Pornhub for the first of many times to come. He watched it twice and stumbled out of the bathroom and sat back at his desk.

He watched the clock all day and finally left a few minutes early.* * *

When he got home, there was a new DVD sitting on the porch.

He knew that meant Jennifer probably wasn’t home. For the first time, since her first disappearance, he was excited because that meant he could jerk off freely. He grabbed the DVD and rushed inside.

As expected, the house was empty even though Jennifer’s car was parked outside. He knew that meant she had been picked up by the van and he would have plenty of alone time. He popped the DVD in and, without thinking, dropped his pants around his ankles.

It was a new movie this time.

Jennifer was naked.

Mark’s cock rose fully at the sight of his wife posing naked on video.

She was talking to someone again off camera. Still, the sound had been blocked. She walked down an anonymous hallway, swaying his ass back and forth for the camera as it followed her. She walked into a bedroom and there were two naked men waiting for her. She slid on the bed and took one of the men in her mouth and the other positioned himself behind her. Mark was furiously pumping his cock as he watched this unfold and he was only able to last a few seconds. He came on his work clothes without care and the video switched to the flashing colors.

When he came to, Jennifer was standing over him. Already naked and holding the camera tripod. “Honey, I need to stretch my asshole out. Your dick is a good starting size. Wanna come help me out?”

Mark followed his wife.

The video entitled “Jennifer Fucks Her Ass With A Huge Dildo” was getting tons of views on Pornhub, most of them being Mark. He had it bookmarked on his home computer and Jennifer knew it. After a week of this routine, he didn’t even lock the door anymore when he was having a long jerk off session to his wife’s videos. She knew what he was doing anyway so he stopped trying to hide it around her. She’d come into the bedroom looking for a pair of heels to wear to the salon and he’d be in the desk chair with his cock out and volume cranked up to let Jennifer’s digitized moans echo down the hallway. Jennifer would be proud of her video but wouldn’t really acknowledge that her husband was masturbating to her openly in their bedroom in the middle of the afternoon.

Jennifer usually wore heels in the house, though she still rarely wore clothes with them. Jennifer’s at home routine included walking around the house naked in heels, doing her makeup naked with the bathroom door open so Mark could stare at her ass, going to the tanning salon, playing with her vibrators with the webcam on (she had started doing live shows, which Mark always joined using the laptop in another room), answering emails from her fans online while Mark rubbed her feet, and, most of all, teasing Mark but never letting him fuck her.

She had let Mark fuck her up the ass a few times early in the week after that first time, but once she got a good groove going, she had switched to her bigger dildos and hadn’t needed him anymore. Of course, she let him think there was a possibility of fucking her, but she’d just feign sleepiness and tell him to go watch one of her videos. He was only slightly disappointed since porn had become just as good as sex to him.

The first day of school came and Jennifer had called in a long-term sub. She had told the principal that she was having surgery, which wasn’t a lie. Jennifer had an appointment to get a set of fake tits and she would be unable to teach for a while.

They rode together to the doctor’s office for a meeting with the doctor to schedule the surgery and Mark sat in the waiting room, rock hard at the thought of his wife with a set of huge fake boobs. When her name was called, he started to get up to walk back with her, but she told him to wait out here and play with his phone, which meant “watch my porn on silent.” Mark was a little surprised that she didn’t need him to walk with her since she usually got nervous in doctor’s offices. He quickly got over it as he pulled his phone out.

When she emerged from the back offices, she was adjusting her top. Mark’s cock twitched watching her adjust her tits, knowing that the doctor had his hands all over them while he had been sitting out here. On the way home, they stopped at the mall so she could get some more heels.

As usual, Mark stayed behind her to watch her ass.

As usual, Jennifer received a lot of male attention.

She tried on a few pairs of heels and asked Mark, “Think these will look good? Imagine I’m naked.”

“I always do…” he replied with a smile.

“Oh you naughty boy,” she giggled. “Seriously, want to watch me walk around the house in these?”

He nodded, rubbing his cock through his strained pants. She handed them to him to hold for her as she went to look at some lingerie. He noticed the price tag was pretty hefty. “Honey, these are expensive, are you sure…?”

She made a pouty look at him and squeezed her boobs together, “Pretty please, honey?”

Mark made a weak laugh and looked down her cleavage, “Anything you want…”

She beamed a smile and walked off. He followed her to look at lingerie. She found a corset, garter and thigh-highs and held them up, “You like?”

He nodded, “Sure, want to go in the dressing room and you can model them for me?”

“Well…” she thought about it, and Mark could have sworn she was about to agree to it, but they were interrupted.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’ll walk you into the dressing room to try those on.”

Mark turned to see a young handsome department store employee. He was bigger than Mark and he was eyeing his wife with less-than-noble intentions. Mark was a little annoyed but his real shock came when he heard his wife answer, “Okay!”

Mark snapped his head around to her, “Wait, wh—”

“Oh, it’ll be fine, darling. He works here. He’s just gonna help me try these on. They do it all the time. Right...um, Anthony?” she answered, glancing at Anthony’s name tag. She handed Mark her purse.

“Sure, we do,” Anthony answered grinning, keeping his eyes on Jennifer and ignoring Mark. Anthony already had his hand on the small of Jennifer’s back as he led her away.

“Just wait here, honey and I’ll be back in a few...a while…” Jennifer was giggling as she pranced off with the employee and Mark was let standing there holding her purse and expensive heels.

He found a bench and waited.

Five minutes…

Ten minutes…

Finally, he got up and tiptoed back into the dressing room area. The doors all had gaps by the floor so you could see someone’s feet to check if a room was empty. He could faintly hear a slapping sound and someone whispering, “yeah...yeah…yeah...yeah…” He finally reached a room with two pairs of feet. Jennifer’s feet were pointed at the wall and Anthony’s shoes were behind her, also pointed at the wall with his pants and belt bundled together at his ankles. Mark knew he should stop them, but instead he rubbed his cock through his pants and came within ten seconds of just staring at his wife’s bare feet with a stranger’s feet behind her. He rushed off to the bathroom to clean himself off.

The stain on his pants was obvious but he came back to the dressing room area and waited for his panting and sweaty wife to come stumbling out with Anthony quickly walking off. “How were they?”

Jennifer looked confused as she adjusted her top, “How were what?”

“The lingerie?”

Jennifer laughed, “Oh! Yeah...those. Um, not for me. I like being naked. Let’s go check-out.”

“Wanna have sex when we get home?”

Jennifer wouldn’t make eye contact with him as she took her purse from him and took the heels to the checkout counter, “Um, maybe...we’ll see...kinda tired.”

They wouldn’t.

The checkout girl still wasn’t there.* * *

Jennifer went missing again the next day. She had said she was going out to get the mail but she never returned. When Mark went to look for her, he had found another DVD on the porch. Still unmarked. He rushed inside and dropped his pants before taking a seat on the couch.

This one started off with Jennifer on the couch with a naked guy. She was talking to the camera. Still no sound. She laughed at something. The guy was pawing at her chest while she talked. Eventually he pulled one of her tits out of her tube top and started sucking on it while she talked, looking at someone behind the camera. Finally, the naked guy sat up straight and leaned back. Mark’s wife, without hesitation, lowered her head and started blowing him. Mark was stroking his cock, mesmerized by the sight of his wife sucking another man’s cock. She looked so hot. Then, on the video, a figure emerged from the left side of the screen.

It was a man in a gray suit.

“Do you think your husband will mind?” came a voice from the screen. There was suddenly sound. The hiss of the recording mic was audible as were his wife’s slurping sounds. Her mouth came off the naked man’s dick with a loud pop and she shrugged, “Nah, he likes it.” Then she went back to sucking.

The man in the gray suit positioned himself behind Jennifer and unzipped his pants. He lifted her little miniskirt and pulled her thong aside then pulled his own cock out and shoved it up her ass.

Then the video went off and the colors began.* * *

Mark woke up to the sound of the door slamming. He glanced up, expecting to see Jennifer at the front door but he was still alone. To Mark’s surprise, Jennifer came walking into the living from the bedroom, naked and sweaty.

“Did someone just leave?” Mark asked, very confused.

“Huh? Oh uh, yeah. My, uh, friend was here,” she answered, not looking him in the eye.

“Your friend?” he asked, kicking his pants off so he could take a shower.

“Yep,” she went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of white wine. It was 3 in the afternoon.

“What’s your friend’s name?” Mark asked, really just wanting to know if her friend was male or female.

She just waved him off, “Oh I don’t remember now. Hey, I’m gonna get a tattoo tonight, you wanna take me to get it? It’s going on my lower back but I’m sure they’ll have to pull my skirt down and you can watch the guy holding my ass, since you’re so into that and all.”

Mark started to argue but he knew that he was very much “into that and all.” He jerked off in the shower imagining a strange man fucking Jennifer in their own bed while Mark was passed out on the couch. He also thought about the image of her sucking off that guy on the video. He got out of the shower and searched around on his phone before he finally found a video on Jennifer’s Pornhub page entitled, “MILF fucks guy in department store dressing room PUBLIC”. Jennifer wasn’t a “MILF” but he knew these videos lied all the time. That’s just part of the business his wife was in. The video was a selfie shot video of his smiling wife getting plowed from behind by the young guy that had helped her try on lingerie. He could see the lingerie crumpled in the corner of the dressing room, untouched. At one point in the video, Mark’s feet could be see under the door. In the video, Jennifer could be seen glancing over at his feet and covering her mouth to stop from laughing. She looked behind her at the store employee and put her finger to her mouth to tell him to keep quiet. The guy grinned and nodded while he continued pumping his dick in and out of Mark’s wife while he stood on the opposite side of the door.

“You done playing with yourself in there!?” Jennifer called out impatiently, bringing him back to reality.

They went to the tattoo parlor and Jennifer picked out some generic flowery design to go on her lower back. A tramp stamp. Mark sat in the corner, his hard cock tenting his pants, and watching the tattoo artist hold his wife’s naked ass. Jennifer had volunteered to get completely naked for the session, even though the artist told her repeatedly that it wasn’t necessary. She just shook her tits at him and grinned, “You sure?” He glanced at Mark, a little unsure and shrugged, saying it was up to her. Jennifer winked at her husband and kept her tits out. Mark couldn’t wait until she got her tits done.

In the middle of the session, Jennifer, who was laying on her stomach, began holding the artist’s leg. Slowly, her hand worked its way up to his knee, and then his inner thigh. By the end of the session, she had yanked his cock out of the leg hole of his shorts and was blowing him while he continued inking her up. Mark didn’t say a word and he was too shocked to jerk off right here, but this vision would be jerk off material many times in the future.

The tattoo artist finished her up before she could finish him. Jennifer was a little disappointed that she had lost the race. She glanced at Mark, no longer hiding his huge erection. She curled her finger at him to come closer to her. He leaned in and she whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna invite him back with us,” she said and grinned.

Mark’s eyes widened, “You...what? But...we…” He didn’t know how to respond. He was both apprehensive and horny at the same time.

In the end, Jennifer was able to convince the tattoo artist to hop in their car and ride home with them. Mark had started to get in the driver’s seat, but Jennifer took the keys out of his hand. “I’ll drive,” she said. Mark hurried to the passenger side and opened the door. “Oh, and it would be polite for you to sit in the back. Darrell is our guest.” She looked at “Darrell” and winked at him as he hopped into the passenger seat since Mark had just opened it for him. Mark sat in the back for the ride home and watched Darrell paw at his wife’s tits.

Mark would normally be upset being asked to sit in the back so that his wife could give a ride to a man that she wanted to bring home to fuck her, but Mark was getting more and more excited at the idea of watching this guy fuck her. It would be like her porn channel but real life. When they reached the house, Mark followed right behind them as Darrell and Jennifer tongued each other on the porch and rubbed each other’s bodies all the way through the living room. Darrell peeled off Jennifer’s top and bra and tossed them on the ground. They reached the bedroom and Jennifer spun around and put her hand on Mark’s chest.

“Why don’t you wait out here, honey?”

Mark’s heart sank. He was going to miss it. “But…” was all he could muster through his disappointment.

“I know, babe, but it really throws off the scene having someone else in there. I promise you’ll get to watch it later though…” Darrell was pulling on Jennifer’s waist and she was giggling as she divided her attention between the two men. She began to close the bedroom door in Mark’s face but stopped just in time to say, “In fact, just sleep on the couch tonight. I’ll see you in the morning!” SLAM!

Mark slept on the couch that night, but not before getting in one jerk off session listening to his wife moaning from their bedroom.

After Jennifer got her tits EE tits, she quit her job. She was making way more money from porn and webcam shows. Also, Mark made sure that most of his paycheck was siphoned directly to what she needed to complete the look she was going for. Jennifer needed another tattoo? He’d pay for it. She needed to upgrade her tanning salon membership? He’d pay for it. Jennifer was never in need of money.

A month had gone by and Jennifer had been filling her porn channel up. One of Mark’s favorite moments was the time she sucked on a guys balls while he was reaching around her to pump a wine bottle in and out of her ass. She looked so pretty. Like she had on their wedding day. When he saw her lips wrapped around some guy’s thick cock, Mark fell in love with Jennifer all over again.

Most of her videos until this point had an amatuer look to them, but she was getting the attention of porn producers now and her cell phone had been blowing up all week. She had started preferring to be called Jenny now, since that was what she went by online.

It was Saturday and Jenny came out of the shower to greet Mark. He was waiting patiently outside the bathroom holding a towel for her. She took it from him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe,” she said sweetly and began to dry her huge tits off. She had gotten her nipples pierced recently and they were always poking out now. Her skin was now a dark orange from tanning so much. “Listen,” she said, tossing the towel to the ground and wrapping her arms around his neck. Mark was entranced by this goddess giving him so much attention. He stared at her mouth and thought about how pretty she looks with a dick between her lips. He was truly in love with this woman. She looked at him caringly and said, “I’ve got a DP scene scheduled at noon.” She grinned and brought her mouth right up against his as she talking. Mark’s heart felt like it would beat out his chest. “The crew will be here about an hour before to set up the cameras and lighting. The actors will be here about a half hour before that.” Mark instinctively tried to lean in to meet her mouth with his, but would back away just enough that he couldn’t reach. “We gotta get to know each other privately first...if you know what I mean. We need the house to ourselves. Why don’t you take the afternoon and go see a matinee?”

Mark knew the routine by now. When she was filming, he couldn’t be around. “It creeps the guys out,” she had said before. Mark was fine with it since he knew he’d be able to watch it later. The day after Darrell the Tattoo Artist had spent the night in their bed, Jenny had uploaded the video recorded from the camera that was permanently set up in their bedroom. Darrell had fucked his wife up the ass and then made her spin around and choke on it. Jenny’s calling card was ass-to-mouth. As Mark thought about this, Jenny leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Sound good?”

Mark came in his pants. “Y-yes...uhh...s-sounds good.”

He got lost staring at her big boobs again as he recovered from that earthquake of a kiss. It was the first time she had kissed him in weeks. Jennifer leaned down and caught his eyes. “Well, you should probably get going now. They’ll be here any minute and I’d rather you weren’t here.”

Mark got dressed and happily walked out the door. He was walking on air. Jenny had kissed him! The porn actors were parked outside and walking down his driveway. They were big musclebound and covered in tattoos. They walked past Mark without even acknowledging him and knocked on the front door as he climbed into his own car. He was feeling pretty confident. He and his porn star wife had shared an intimate kiss and he knew she was his. Mark glanced up to see his wife open the door completely naked. “Hey boys!” she shouted and wrapped her arms around one of them. He lifted her up and spun her around like they were best friends. “You guys wanna get one fuck in before the real thing?” she asked as they all disappeared inside and slammed the door.

Mark sat at the movies by himself, snacking on a bucket of popcorn while his wife was filming two men fucking her at once. He walked around the mall for a bit, stopping at the dressing room where Jenny had filmed herself fucking one of the employees. Mark pretended to be trying something on so he could duck in there and jerk off while thinking about that day. Once he finished, he left the mall and drove around downtown.

As Mark was cruising around, wasting time before he was allowed to come home, he noticed a girl standing on the corner. As he got closer, he couldn’t help be think he knew her. She was wearing a bikini top strapped around obvious implants. Her hair was a sloppy dye job with roots growing under her fake blonde hair. Her make-up was overdone and her skirt was so short he could see that she was wearing hot pink panties.

Mark stopped at the red light and she walked up to his passenger window. She was smacking on a piece of gum as she leaned down, smiled and tapped on the window. He rolled it down and she introduced herself, “I’m Traci and I’ll suck your dick for five dollars—right around there,” she pointed to a secluded parking lot behind an abandoned convenience store, “Whaddaya say? Want a date with me?” To fully convince him, she yanked her bikini to the side and let her boobs hang through the window into his car.

Five minutes later, as Traci was bobbing her blonde head up and down Mark’s lap, he went over the reasoning in his head. The way he saw it, his and Jenny’s marriage was so solid that they didn’t even need to have sex with each other. Just a kiss every now and then was all. Jenny could fuck whoever she wanted and he would just get his from cheap hookers on the street and, of course, porn. His wife’s porn.

Mark came in her mouth and handed her a five dollar bill which she promptly shoved down the front of her pants. “Thanks, mister. Come see me again real soon…”

She began to exit the parked car but Mark couldn’t shake the thought that he knew her. “Hey, wait—”

She stopped and turned around grinning, “You got more money? I take it up the butt—$10, but that’s negotiable. These other bitches on this street don’t do that—”

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

Traci looked annoyed, “I don’t know. Probably sucked your dick some other time. I suck everyone’s dick. We go to high school together? I probably sucked your dick then… Look I gotta go—”

“Wait—no, we’ve never done that before. I feel like I met you recently…”

“Whatever, dude. Look, I got a lot of customers to take care of, so—”

“The mall!”

Traci froze.

“You worked at the department store in the mall. You were the cashier when Jenny...er, my wife, Jennifer, went missing that day.”

Traci’s eyes were darting all over the car. “N-no...I’m a hooker...I fuck dude’s for money and shit. Been doing it a long time…” She didn’t sound so sure now.

Mark was feeling strange too. “That was the day everything changed. Jenny—ifer never did any porn before. She started acting different that day. After she was dropped off. By that van… Then the DVDs…”

“Man in the gray suit…” Traci whispered.

Mark grabbed her arm. “Yes. Who is he? You saw him that day. Did he do something to you? Did he do something to me? My wife?”

Traci was confused. “No… I…”

“Yes, he did. He kidnapped Jennifer. He did something to her. He did something to me with those damn movies he keeps leaving at my door. Every time I watch them there’s...it’s like he’s in my head. Making me do stuff… Think stuff...” Mark said as he looked off. He pulled his attention back to Traci, “He did this to you.” She shook her head. “Yes, you were a cashier at a department store. The day my wife went missing I talked to you. You saw him. You said she left with a man in a gray suit. That’s why he got you, isn’t it? Because you saw what he did.”

Traci quickly got out of Mark’s car, “I’m outta here. I got shit to do. Money to make. Go back to your whore wife, loser!”

Mark didn’t have time to worry about this girl. He had to get back home. He had to help Jennifer. His poor wife. He raced through town, going over everything that had happened in the past few weeks. He had to change her back somehow. He had to wake her up, like he was now. All it took was talking it through. If he could just talk to her and remind her of how they used to be, everything could be back to normal again. They can reverse that awful surgery she had done. She could get her old job. They can have all those videos pulled from the Internet. Actually, he thought, those videos may keep her from getting her old job back. She may need to do that part first or just look into another line of work. Either way—they could make it work. He just had to get her alone.

When Mark pulled up to the house, he was excited to see the porn actor’s car was gone. Good, he thought, they’ve left. He was disappointed though when he reached the front porch.

There was another movie.

He knew what that meant.

Jennifer wouldn’t be inside. They had taken her again—to do more shit to her head probably. As Mark approached the ominous DVD case sitting on his porch he realized that it was different this time.

This time—it had a cover.

His wife was topless. She had semen dripping down her chin as she stared seductively at the camera. She was propping up her huge fake breasts to the camera, letting the semen settle over them. A badly computer generated title was stretched across the front of the brightly colors slip case that read: HORNY BIG-BOOBED WHORES 8 Introducing JENNY JUGGS!

Mark was horrified. He was more horrified as he felt his cock rising in his pants. No! he scolded himself. Focus! He stepped over the DVD, leaving it on the porch, and flung open the door.

“Jennifer!” he called though the house desperately. The returning silence was expected and disappointing all the same. He slammed his fist into the kitchen counter and lowered his head. He wouldn’t even know where to go looking for her. And he’d go crazy sitting here waiting for her to come back. He had to think. He sat on the couch and stared at his reflection in the black screen of the TV across from him.

Slowly, he shifted his eyes to the front door. His brain could almost the DVD sitting on the other side.

He wanted it.

He needed to see it.

Horny big-boobed whores eight horny big-boobed whores eight horny horny horny

Mark’s brain couldn’t stop. He jumped up and paced around the room. He could only imagine how much cock his wife gets in the video and only a fraction of himself wanted to leave it unseen. He finally convinced himself that the video may have some location info. Maybe listing a production studio on the back! Yeah!

He rushed out and grabbed the video. He flipped it over and before he could even scan to the bottom to check the production credits, his eyes were greeted with a collage of smutty images. There was Jennifer stroking cock with another in his pussy. There she was lifting her skirt to show her bare ass. There she was posing nude with her fake, pierced tits and her tattoos, now reaching down her thigh, across her stomach and down one arm.

Goddamn.

Mark ripped open the case and shoved the DVD in the player. He lost it. He had to see this. He was practically coming already at hearing the cheesy porn music as the title flashed across the screen. There was Jennifer walking around downtown in broad daylight in a slutty revealing outfit. She jumped into some sports car and sped away. That wasn’t her car. The camera showed her pulling up to a huge mansion. Getting out, the camera followed her ass as she went up the front steps and inside. She set down her keys and purse as if that was her own home. She’s acting, Mark told himself, she’s a great actress… Finally, she stopped and was watching a pool boy working on the pool through the glass back doors. The corny music kicked back up as she slowly pulled her clothes off. She strutted out the backdoor completely nude and the pool boy began to act flustered. Mark recognized him as one of the guys that was just at his house this morning.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry...I-I didn’t realize you needed privacy!” The guy was a horrible actor, unlike Jennifer, but Mark was engrossed in the story.

Jennifer smiled confidently and stretched out on a lounge chair. “Oh, I’m just fine. How about rubbing lotion on me, hm?” She produced a bottle of lotion, seemingly out of thin air. The bad editing was just as thrilling for Mark. It’s like a real porno, he marveled.

“Won’t your husband mind, ma’am?” the pool boy asked, walking over.

Mark had his cock out and was vigorously jerking it.

Jennifer laughed on the screen, “Oh, I’m not married!”

Mark was getting closer.

“Well, in that case…” the pool boy said as he reached into his pants and fished out a giant dick.

Mark was breathing heavily and pumping his dick as he lovingly watched his wife wrap her pink lips around the porn star’s thick veiny cock.

As Mark began to lose consciousness, Jennifer’s voice echoed in his head, saying: Oh I’m not married I’m not married I’m not married I’m not married…..* * *

Mark woke up to his roommate, Jenny, walking through the front door. She had some guy with her and they were laughing.

“Really, it’s fine,” she said. “So, this is my place. The bedroom is back there.” She was practically dragging him through the living room.

“Who’s that?” the man asked.

“Huh?” Jenny looked around noticed Mark sitting on the couch with his dick out. “That’s just Mark. Don’t worry about him. He’s always here. Mark, make me a cocktail. Something with vodka. You want something?”

The man seemed a little confused, “Uh, beer?”

Jenny turned to Mark impatiently, “Bring Todd a beer. He’ll be on the bed getting his dick sucked.”

They disappeared into the bedroom and Mark got up to fetch what she asked. He poured her cocktail and grabbed one of his beers out of the fridge and poured it into a frosty mug, making sure not to let the head get too big. He quietly and politely knocked on the door. “Come in!” came the deep voiced reply. Jenny hadn’t been lying. She couldn’t answer Mark’s knock because her throat was stuffed with Todd’s cock. Todd was happily sitting up in bed watching a basketball game.

“Here you go!” Mark said cheerily and handed Todd the cold glass. “Um...honey, where do you want thi—”

“Just put it over there, she’s busy,” Todd said, pointing at the nightstand.

“Oh, ha,” Mark laughed politely, trying not to be too disturbing. “So, how’d you guys meet?”

Todd looked annoyed, “Uh, I was at the bar, and she was there by herself. She walked up to me and told me she could see the outline of my dick through my pants and that she wanted to suck it.”

Mark laughed again, “Yeah, that sounds like our Jenny! You know she’s a very popular porn star. The best! She goes by Jenny Juggs—”

“Dude, I kinda want to be left alone with her. Think you could…?” he flicked his hand at the door to shoo Mark away.

Mark nodded and bowed his head apologetically. “Sorry sorry, forgot my manners. Enjoy her and let me know if you need anything. Bye Jenny!” he called before closing the door. She didn’t look up.

Mark ran to the other bathroom to jerk off in a tissue. He’d give anything to have a chance with a girl like Jenny, but he knew that would never happen.

Mark had Traci bent over behind a dumpster. Her cut-offs were around her knees, her thong was pulled to the side and her tits had flopped out of her top. Mark was fucking her from behind but she wasn’t really paying attention. She was texting on her phone while he got his few bucks worth. He came with a grunt and she glanced up over her shoulder, “You done?”

He readjusted himself and backed away. “Yeah,” he said, out of breath.

Traci gathered the dollar bills off the ground and fixed her clothes. “Hey, did you ever figure the problem about your wife?”

Mark just kind of snorted a laugh, “What? I’m not married.”

Traci just shook her head. She had the weirdest customers. Mark was a regular. He saw her everyday at 4 when he got off of work. “Whatever.”

“The only girl I’d consider marrying is my roommate. She’s beautiful. Her pretty titties are the size of soccer balls,” he said, looking off dreamy look in his eyes.

“Wow,” she mumbled, not really interested.

“And when she’s sucking a dick, she’s so gorgeous”

“Your dick?”

Mark looked at her confused, “No, I mean just whoever dick she’s sucking. I’ve never touched her.” Of course, Mark had been “touching her” since their college days, but all of those memories had been wiped from both of their minds. Their relationship was now completely platonic.

Traci stifled laughter, “Sounds like a princess… So why don’t you ask this wife-material to marry you?”

Mark crashed back down to reality and shook his head, “Oh she doesn’t need me. She could have any guy in the world. I would know. I have to go through her fan mail, which literally comes from all over the world. She has men in 90 different countries asking her to move there and be their wife. She even has a series called Slut Wife. There’s 12 titles out now, all starring her.”

“Wait, so your roommate is a porn star?”

“Yeah, Jenny Juggs. Isn’t that a pretty name?”

Traci was pouring the contents of an old water bottle down the front of her pants and scrubbing her pussy clean as she stood behind the dumpster. The former college student tossed the bottle aside and lit a joint. “Yeah, man, so pretty. Nah, I think you should still ask Ms. Juggs to be your lawfully wedded wife. She may want to keep her name though if she’s got business and shit tied to it.”

Something stirred in Mark’s brain. He would give anything to be married to Jenny. Or even just to be her boyfriend. Hell, he would sell his kidney just to hold her hand for an hour. Maybe Traci was right! Maybe he should just ask her. What’s the worst that could happen?

He zipped his pants up and told Traci he had something he had to go take care of. She said the same, however her “something to do” was a guy that liked to pay her to give him rimjobs while he texted his mother. Traci headed off to take care of that and Mark jumped in his car and headed home.

Walking into the front door, he was greeted by a group of four guys all filling Jenny Juggs’s holes while a cameraman and a director circled around them. She was bent over the couch and completely naked with a set of balls in her mouth and a long cock buried all the way up her butt. She was jerking off one guys and another was holding his cock up near her face waiting for her to finish with the dick she was sucking on currently.

This was routine to everyone. Mark sheepishly stood back with his hands folded and gave a quick wave to Jenny when she looked up. He smiled nervously when she just rolled her eyes. The scene went on another 15 minutes then the director yelled cut and everyone pulled their dick out of Jenny.

“Alright take 2 minutes and we’ll finish up,” the director said. He glanced at Mark and sighed. Mark watched as the director pulled Jenny aside and whispered something to her, then they both looked up at him.

Jenny nodded and walked over to Mark, her huge naked tits shaking with each step. “Mark, we’ve talked about this. You can’t be in the room during the scenes—”

“Yeah, I know...I just wanted to talk to you about something—”

“—Because the guys fucking me get weirded out when there’s some weird guy just standing back hiding a big boner…”

Mark looked down at his tented pants and blushed. “I know, but I just had to talk to you—”

“Can we talk about this later?” she started walking back toward the couch to get back in position as the cameraman started setting back up. “I’ve got just a little bit more to this scene and we can talk afterwards—”

“Well, I-I, uh, was just w-wondering…” Mark stammered. Jenny bent over and one of the actors shoved his cock back up Jenny’s ass. She didn’t react as she stared Mark down, waiting for him to get his sentence. “I mean, uh, I… Look, I, um, I really like you and—”

“Excuse me, guy…” mumbled one of the actors as he pushed past Mark and stood in front of Jenny, pointing his cock up at his waiting mouth.

Mark continued. He had to just get it out. “I just think it would be great if we got...um, you know, marri—um, we went out and you were my girlfriend...maybe? What do you think?” Mark’s heart was beating a thousand beats a minute.

Jenny started to answer but the actor just pushed his cock up and filled her mouth and she mumbled around it, “Mphwe’ll mm-talkph mmlaterphff.”

“Out of the scene!” the director yelled and Mark flinched then ducked away. “Action!”

All the actors picked up right where they left off and began pounding and pumping away at Mark’s one true love. Jenny also picked back up where she had left off and moaned and smiled as she happily took four cocks in her hands and holes.

Then, Mark heard the front door open behind him.

Inside stepped a man in a gray suit.

The director turned around and gave a thumbs up to the man and the man returned one himself. Mark and the man in the gray suit stood and watched the scene finish up. Jenny was now straddling one of the men on the couch while another got behind her.

“She’s pretty great, huh?” asked the man.

Mark reluctantly answered, “Yeah, she’s beautiful.”

The man stuck out his hand, “Hi, I’m Zed. I’m her manager.” Mark shook Zed’s hand, unsure about something. There was a tickle in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn’t be too close to him, something instinctual. “So, you’re a big fan, huh?”

Mark nodded and went back to watching Jenny getting gangbanged. “Yeah.”

Zed laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how she used to look. Before I discovered her. Still beautiful, but nothing like she is now.”

Mark couldn’t imagine how Jenny would look without her huge tits. Those big globes were what made him fall in love with her. She had already had them done when they met and moved in together.

Zed continued. “She was just some boring housewife and I made her what she is today. It’s my speciality. I have a knack for making people what I choose for them to be.”

Mark nodded, a little annoyed that this guy was talking over the scene. He strained his ears to pick up Jenny saying lovely things like “gimme that big dick” or “oh yeah that’s it fuck my ass” or “choke me with it you fucker.” She was a dream.

Zed reached into his inner suit pocket, “I got something you might be interested in.”

Mark turned to see Zed holding a new copy of Skanky Bitches 15. Jenny Juggs had starred in the past three and Mark had them all memorized. Part 15 wasn’t supposed to be released for another month. His eyes lit up at the sight of the DVD with his former wife’s mouth stuffed with dick on the cover. “Wow…”

“It’s a special copy for the biggest fans,” Zed explained, grinning. He handed the DVD to Mark who gripped it with excitement. “It has a great ending too…”

He was already mentally planning out his night. As soon as the shoot was over with, he would pop this in. Jenny was used to him watching her movies in the living room or, as it was usually called, “his room,” since he slept on the couch that Jenny was getting her holes reamed out on right now.

Zed reached into his pocket and pulled out a single key on a ring and held it out to Mark. “Why don’t you head over to my place and you can watch it now?” Zed told Mark an address and Mark took the key. The ring had a tag on it that said 4C. It seemed like a weird offer but Mark really wanted to see the new video. He nodded at the man in the gray suit, thanking him and quickly rushed out the door. He went directly to the address that Zed had told him. It was an old apartment building. He parked and walked around until he came to a door labeled 4C. He inserted the key and walked inside.

The apartment wasn’t bad. A little run down but it was clean. However, Mark was pleasantly surprised when he entered the office area.

It was basically a Jenny Juggs shrine. There were posters and shelves of movies. There were porn mags with Jenny flashing her tits on the cover. In the corner there were male sex toys that Jenny Juggs had sponsored—sex dolls, fake pussies, etc.

Mounted on the wall was a TV connected to a DVD player. Across from it was a couch. Mark ejected the DVD currently in the player, Skanky Bitches 14. Someone had been watching it recently. Mark loved this one. It had Jenny doing lots of ass-to-mouth and a scene where she pretends to be a naughty student and fucks her teacher. He inserted Skanky Bitches 15 and parked himself on the couch for the next 30 minutes, but when the colors started flashing on the screen, he fell asleep for the night.

When he woke up that morning, he was glad to be home.

ONE YEAR LATER

Mark tidied up his apartment and made sure all the lights were off. He had a day trip planned. It was only two hours away but it was a big deal for Mark.

He was finally going to meet Jenny Juggs.

There was a porn convention in a nearby city and Mark had summoned up the courage to meet his celebrity crush. He was a little nervous since he had never seen her in person, but after watching her movies all the time, he felt like he knew her already.

All the big porn stars would be there, taking pictures and signing autographs. Mark was sure that this would be his chance to tell Jenny Juggs how big of a fan he was. He was sure that once she heard how much more he loved her than her other fans, she would know that he’s not just another pervert that wanted to squeeze her huge boobs, enough though Mark would cum in his pants if she let him touch one of her tits. Mark really hoped she would let him touch her…

He had a script in his head:

Mark was confident that it would go something like that. He was so genuine in his fandom that she would be able to see past the crowd of horny perverts around her.

He sported an erection the whole drive that seemed to get harder as he got closer. As he arrived at the block he was stuck in traffic for a while. There were thousands here. Not only was this the biggest annual porn convention in the country but Jenny Juggs was the main draw. Billboards of her slutty tits (covered up in a string bikini of course) lined the streets around the convention hall. Mark had to park pretty far out. His heart fluttered as he made the long walk in the heat to finally meet, in person, the biggest porn star on the Internet.

He finally made it into the huge hall and found a map to point the way to Jenny Juggs’ room. He found the door and started to push past the crowd that had gathered around it until a guy put his hand on his chest. “Hey, back of the line, buddy!” Mark finally focused in on the line of men that stretched out of the door and went for what looked like miles down the hall. Mark’s heart sank but knew he would have his chance.

Hours passed.

Lunch came and went.

At one point, he caught a glimpse of what he thought could’ve been Jenny Juggs through a gap in the door. He could see her glowing tan skin and her teased hair. From then on he had to push his boner down while he stood in the line. As the sun was getting low, his moment finally arrived.

Mark was next.

Jenny Juggs was wearing a tight pink corset with her huge globes pushed up and out. The corset just barely covered her nipples. A pair of black hot pants held her amazing ass. She was standing in a set of classy clear heels. She looked unbelievable. Bodyguards were spaced out around her staring down the line of horny men. A man in a gray suit stood close to Jenny Juggs, occasionally whispering something in her ear. She would laugh and rub his arm. They must be close. Her tits looked amazing.

Mark watched at the guy in front of him stepped up to Jenny Juggs. She shook his hand and smiled politely. The guy said something to her, she smiled and Mark could just make out, “Oh, you’re so sweet, thank you!” One of the bodyguards pointed the man to a strip of tape on the floor. The man stood on it and Jenny Juggs put her arm around him. The two of them turned and faced a photographer. Mark heard Jenny Juggs say cheerily, “Ok, grab a tit and smile!” Mark watched the man reach up and cup one of Jenny Juggs’ beautiful round boobs and they looked at the photographer and smiled. One flash later and the man was ushered away with a ticket to pick up his photo.

Now they were gesturing for Mark to walk up.

He felt like he was walking through water. His feet barely worked. He was sweating as he made his way closer and closer to the goddess before him. She was even more beautiful in person. All of the images of cocks in her ass and cum dripping from her mouth flashed through his brain. His boner was back in full force and Jenny Juggs actually glanced down at it and snickered.

“Hey, sweetie!” she called. “Come on over here, honey!”

Oh god… She called him sweetie and honey. Things were going perfect. Mark’s confidence grew at the sound of her pet names for him. It was as if they had been a couple for years. He thought for a split second of what her name could be. Darling, perhaps?

He was standing in front of her and she smelled amazing. She held her hand out. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

Mark choked out, “H-Hi… Um, I’m Mark. I’m...uh...I’m just your biggest fan oh my god your boobs are so hot will you be my girlfriend er uh darling?”

Jenny Juggs’ eyes went wide and she cackled laughter at his clumsy first impression. The bodyguards suppressed laughter as well but quickly composed themselves. “Well!” she said, smiling politely, “How about we just take a picture?”

Mark was instructed by a bodyguard to stand on the tape. Mark stood next to his true love and couldn’t take his eyes off her. Jenny Juggs noticed this from the corner of her eye and said, still cheery and polite, but a little annoyed now, “Look at the camera, sweetie…”

“Uh...do you think we could uh, I mean, would you maybe want to go out to dinner, or uh lunch, with me tonight? Or tomorrow even? I’m free would you want to?” Mark stammered out, sweating heavily.

Jenny Juggs just sighed and mumbled, dropping the cheery voice, “Dude, I got a line here. Just grab my tit and smile.”

Mark lost any notion of a plan at that. Mark reached up and cupped a tit, let out a pathetic moan then came in his pants as the camera flashed.

Mark was then nudged back by a bodyguard and ushered toward the exit door. Mark looked over his shoulder to see Jenny Juggs keeping her back to him as she greeted the next guy in line. In reality, she had already started to forget the creepy fan but in his mind he had just laid the seed of their future love. The bodyguard gave him a ticket to pick up his picture. When Mark picked it up, he was ready to go home jerk off to it. Jenny Juggs was forcing a smile while Mark was slack-jawed and staring at her chest. A great picture.

He picked up a copy of the new Backdoor Bitches 4 and drove back home.

It was about midnight when he got back to his empty apartment.

He placed the picture of him and Jenny Juggs on his bookcase dedicated to her movies. He put his new DVD on and jerked off in the dark. He watched Jenny Juggs fuck and suck for an hour. Just as she knelt down on her knees to take the last guys’ load on her face, he came himself. No matter what, it seemed Mark could never make it to the money shot.

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Fezco - Spoiled Brat(smut)

smut :)

i hate how you tell when i changed writing platforms

published- 1-27-22

words- 2471

edited- nah l8r

content warning- smut and a princess complex reader

based off a post where someone said they wanted to see Fez with a princess complex girlfriend, hope i did it justice.This s all in Fezcos pov btw

Fezcos pov-

"Please?" She looked at me with those needy ass eyes,"come on." "(y/n)." I said looking at the dress on the manikin. "Fezzy." She hugged my arm and I slowly blinked,"I really want it." "I'm not your sugar daddy." I said with a laugh. "But you're my daddy." She whispered into my ear," Im gonna try it on and change your mind." She pulled me into the store. She insisted we go to the mall today, I wouldn't say no, I mean Ash wanted to get new sneakers, I needed some shirts and pants so I mean why not

After 20 minutes I was now sitting on a couch in a changing room waiting for (y/n) to come out in the dress and other ones she looked at. I had my bag between my feet, and her purse right next to me, not like she needed it, I was paying for everything. "Ready?" She asked. "Always." I answered as the door opened. It was pink...and short, with hip cut outs. She walked in front the mirror and the thing had barely any back, it showed everything but her ass. "(y/n), that is lingerie." I said and ahe turned around, her hands in her hips. "It's a dress." "It's lingerie, I'm not lettin you wear that outta the house." She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her boobs up, she had a pout on her lips,"don do that." "Please?" She leaned forward, it was getting hard to say no at this point. What the Fuck am I saying, it's always hard to say no to her,"fez, please." "Fine." I gave up,"I'll buy it for you." "Thank you!" She hugged me, kissing my cheek. She was a Fuckin princess, a spoiled brat but...Fuck, she rolled picture perfect blunts and worked the game so I guess it cancels it out.

We left the shop after an hour, I was now holding the two bags of clothes she had, along with my 1 bag, I got some clothes at polo. "Thank you." She kissed my cheek. "Welcome." I saw ash walking towards us, two bags in his hands. "You still bein her bitch?" He asked. "Come on, gotta go open the shop for the next few hours."

The good thing about (y/n) was that even with her little Princess complex and her need to be spoiled from her very obvious lack of a father figure, she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. I'm not talking dirt, no she'd break her nail and I'd have to go take her to the salon to get it fixed, no I'm talking blood, she was there when Ash went killer on mouse and helped us clean it up. She helped us flush all the pills during the raid, oh and most importantly, she helps me with Gran. so yes ,I'll buy her that dress, those heels, that oddly expensive lipstick or highlighter.

(y/n) was sitting on the counter, a compact mirror in one hand and the other had lipgloss. She keeps a compact mirror and some emergency makeup at the counter. Did I like it? I mean it took up some space but it wasn't bad. But was it cute watching her touch up her lipgloss for 15 minutes? In a sense yes. "Perfect." She smiled, closing the compact and gloss she put it on the counter with the rest of her little things. She was currently in a little white flowy crop top, some tight ripped jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and some pink heels. "Lookin good like always baby." I said, I looked into the cooler from where I was and saw ash shaking his head at me. Ash liked (y/n) and he was happy I had her but she did annoy him with her Princess act. I understand that, it did get annoying some times, but she knew when she took it too far...well after the fact.

I was sitting at the table in the lounge, sorting some stuff, coke, pills, weed, all the stuff that we usually sell out over the week and that's most commonly bought. I felt to arm wrapped over my shoulders and a pair of lips kiss my neck. "Daaady." She whispered into my ear, I ignored her and continued sorting,"daddy." "Hmm?" I hummed not stopping what I was doing. As I sealed a baggie I felt her nails run down my bare shoulders and onto my sides I was shirtless right now ,"(y/n) I gotta work." "Come on." She pouted, her voice Whiney. "Later." "But I want you now Fez!" Her voice needy and absolutely pathetic. "Later (y/n), I gotta get these done." I wasn't really in the mood right now, I had to get these packed, ash was asleep, it's late, about 1 in the morning. "Fez. Come on, please please pleeeease!" "Jesus (y/n)! Get outta of my fuckin face im tryin to work!" I yelled and she un attached herself from me. "Sorry." Her voice was nothing but a small squeak compared to it before,"sorry." I put my head in my hands as I heard the couch squeak as she sat down. I sat there for a few seconds composing myself of the bust of anger. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the couch from behind leaning over it. "M' sorry." I kissed her cheek then her temple,"it's late, we should get to bed." "Sorry." She whispered,"In shouldn't bother you while you're working." "Nah Baby, M' Just tired." I kissed the top of her head,"come on."' she got off of the couch and came around right to me and I pulled her into a hug before picking her up getting away giggle from her. She placed a kiss on my lips as I walked out of the lounge and down the hall. She put her head into the crook of my neck and left some small kisses. My hand was on her ass, she was in my multi colored polo and lace panties.

When we got into our bedroom I closed the door behind us with my foot. I laid her down on the bed gently and she brought me into a kiss, her nails scratching the back of my head lightly. "You lucky you cute." I muttered into her lips before kissing down her jaw, I grabbed into the bottom of my shirt she was wearing, she sat up and I took it off of her and tossed it. I kissed his collar bones, my hands grabbing onto her waist and hips as my lips trailed down her warm skin. "Daddy." She whispered, I looked up at her through my lashes and saw her face tinged a slight pink. "What Princess?" I kisses in between her boobs my hand trailing Ik and taking on of them in my hands," words pretty girl." She stayed silent but opened her mouth to talk before biting her lip and a slightly whimper left her lips when my thumb circled her nipple. "Wan' my lips here?" I kissed her other boob, she hummed in agreement, and I kissed down her ribs onto her stomach,"here?" She shook her head and I kissed further down as I kept massaging her book in my hand. I kissed both of her hips,"here?" "Close." She giggled. "Wan me..." I kissed down her lace panties right over her clit,"here?" "Right there please." "Such good manners." I hooked both of my hand into her panties and pulled them down my legs as I got down on my knees. I kissed yo her leg to her thigh where I quickly nipped it before licking over her slicked lips. I wasted no time dipping my tongue to her clit, I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me, her legs going over my shoulders. "Oh god Yes." She sighed, I lightly sucked her clit gradually getting harder,"fuu-" I moved my had to cover her mouth from the loud moan, ash is on the other side of our wall, I ain't wakin him up. "Keep quiet." I said to her as I started sucking and licking her clit harshly, her thighs tightened around my head and her nails scrapped my scalp. "Mmm!" She moaned into my palm. I could feelmjer getting wetter on my my chin so my dived my tongue into where she wanted it most and she rashes her back up and help my hand to her lips. "Good girl." I praised as I licked back and forth from her clit to her core, I could feel her chest rising and falling fast, the heel of her for digging into my shoulder, she was close. I pulled my hand away from her mouth and slid my middle and index into her soaked core. "Fez!" She moaned, my fingered curled up in her I pumped them, her eyes clamped right and her hand now gripping at the blankets, "daddy daddy daddy! Just like that!" "Ya? feel good? I kissed her stomach,"this what you want?" "Mmhm!" I sucker her clit as my fingers pumped in and out of her dripping core. kissed up her stomach bringing myself to stand. i bit and sucked around her collar bones and chest, her chest rising and falling quickly as pleasure took her over.

“gon’ cum baby?” i asked as i kissed her neck.

“yes please plea-se!” i kissed her jaw, i curled my fingers a little bit more and pumped faster,”just like that!”

“you need to quiet down Princess.” i chcukled and kissed her forehead, her back arched, pushing her chest into mine,” come on, cum for me. show me how fuckin needy you are.”

(y/n) was...a bitch. not in the bad way, she broke her nail once and came into the shop nearly in tears.

“i broke a nail.” she held her hand out for me to take, and in fact she did, her index nail much shorter then her other pink bedazzled stilettos.

“its okay.” i kissed her knuckles.

“no its not fez! my set is ruined!” she had a little stomp with her last words, her heel clicking on the tiles.

“no its not.” maybe i wasnt understand completely how important this was.

“this is like a blunt breaking in your pocket fez! a dime bag ripping open in your wallet! a hole in a condom!”

“not a problem for us.” i couldnt stop the smile showing up on my face/

“this is not okay Fez!” this finally ripped a laugh from me,” this isnt funny!”

“it really is princess.” i smiled.

“i hate you.” she turned around, her arms crossing.

“go get a new set.” i reached into my back pocket grabbing my wallet, she turned around, i grabbed out a 100 and a 50 and handed it to her,”ill see you later.”

“really? Thanks!’ she took the money and hugged me, placing a kiss onto my cheek and neck before she walked away.

“that was the softest shit ive ever seen, i dont want to turn out like you.” i heard ash say from the door to the back.

“get in yo freezer.”

i ran my hand down (y/ns) back as i positioned the head of my cock at her dripping warm core.

“ready?” i asked running my hand up and down her thigh, her face was down in the blankets and her ass in the air.

“come on.” she said impatiently as i ran the head over her clit and slicked folds

“is that how you talk to me?” i asked.

“please daddy, im ready.” she fixed her tone.

‘thats better.” i slid my tip in before ramming into her, ripping a loud moan from her throat, her hands grabbing onto the comforter.

“oh goooood!” she moaned into the fabric as i bottomed out.

“feel so good princess.” i kissed in between her shoulder blades,” always so good for me.” my finger tips dug into her thighs as i pulled out of her, leaving in the tip and ramming back in.

“daddy! fuuck!” she cried.

“you need to shut up, you wake up ash you explainin’ why.” i slapped her thigh, the whack ringing in the room, i ran my palm over it to soothe it as i started to slowly thrust in and out of her, puling out and going back in. i sped up slightly, groans escaping my lips and muffled moans from her. my head fell back, i could feel the coldness of my chains on my chest compared to the warmth of her walls tight around my cock.

“oh shit.” i heard her breath out, i looked down at her and gave her ass a hard smack, ash is a heavy ass sleeper, he aint gon hear shit i just like giving (y/n) a hard time. i grabbed onto her waist pulling out of her completely before slamming back into her.

“god fuck.” i moaned as i slammed back into her again speeding up, my hand slid down her back to the small of her back using that to help me keep this bruisng pace she loved so much.

“just like that!” she moaned, her tone dripping with ecstacy much like how her pussy was dripping with her cum right now,”oh fuck im gonna cum!’

“no you aint.” i pulled out of her, i flipped her over onto her back ,pulling her closer to me by her thighs and slamming right back into her. her hands grabbed onto my shoulders, her naisl diggin into my skin.

“fuck fuck fuck!” i planted a hand down by her head as she held onto me.

“like that?’ i groaned into her ear and she nodded, i kissed her neck as i thrusted up into her.

the room was filled with the sound of her moans, my groans, slapping of skin welcomed by the smell of sex and the lingering smell of weed.

“you a spiled brat.” i whsipered into her ear as her nails raked up my back.

“im gon-na cum daddy, come on pl-please.”

“wait for me baby, im almost there.’ i felt her tightening around me, whimpering moans and shuddered breaths left her mouth. my breath hitting her neck as i nipped o her skin, groaning from the pleasure building in me,”you gon be good if you cum?”

“of cpurse daddy! come on!” she moaned, i felt my high tracking into my muscles.

“come on princess, cum wit’ me.” i kissed her collarbones, as her walls fluttered around my cock. my muscles tightened as i kept trhusting into her. i shot my cum deep inside of her pussy as she moaned my name and how good it was. i slowly started to slow down, keeping her close to me.

“fez.” she breathed out as i stopped moving, my thighs were wet from her orgasm so were the blankets. out bodys slicked with sweat.

“that what you wanted?’ I asked pulling out of her but staying above her.

“mmhm” she gave me a weak smile, her eyes opening and looking at mine blown with lust.

“you spoiled.”

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