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[gyaa-fish]

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[psuejo]

❥ boynextdoor!gojo and his adorable loser!neighbor :c

you never leave your house. like, ever.

the last time he saw you even step outside was two weeks ago on saturday at 1:02pm, and that was because you had to bring in the garbage can and mail since your parents were off on vacation.

how could you live like that? you just stay cramped up in your room, surrounded by anime posters and weird figures, hunched over some silly pc playing an even sillier game. it’s an absolute mess in there, too — empty cups and bottles everywhere, dishes that really need to go into the dishwasher, an ever-growing pile of unfolded clothes.

satoru can’t let you go on like this. the last time he snuck into your room for a little gift from your hamper, he’d nearly broken his neck. your room needs to be deemed a serious health hazard!

so, like any good neighbor would, the next time your parents leave to travel somewhere, satoru offers to stay at the house with you. y’know, for double protection. he wouldn’t want anything to happen to your parents’ precious baby girl!

you, of course, were not amused. c’mon, seriously? satoru gojo, the city’s it-boy, wanting to stay in your house that’s practically a shed in comparison to his massive mansion? it’s gotta be some cruel, twisted joke — an extra rusty knife shoved into the shitshow of your life.

but, no, unluckily for you. satoru is dead serious, and he pulls out all the stops to get your worrywart parents to agree: that bright, charming smile, a hefty compensation if anything goes awry, a voucher to some snobby golf club, and even an invitation to have dinner with his family.

what aspiring business person wouldn’t want to talk to the most influential clan in japan? they wouldn’t say no even if they wanted to.

it’s a win-win — they get to schmooze and network like the power-hungry vermin they are, and satoru gets to have you, his little cutie pie, to himself for a weekend, without any interruptions.

what could possibly go wrong?

you quickly realize that it is everything.

satoru is a pest. sure, you knew that already, but somehow his need to and the success rate of agitating you had skyrocketed in the past six months that you hadn’t seen him.

he’s always touching you — sitting too close on the couch, lanky arm slung along the back of it, his big hand ruffling your already messy hair whenever he walks past, or his feet brushing yours underneath the kitchen table.

and if that wasn’t bad enough, he never. stops. talking. it’s like when he was born, his genes forgot to put a switch to turn him off, because you swear he just goes on and on and on and on about nothing.

all you want is peace and quiet for a weekend. that’s it! your parents aren’t home to pester you about transferring to in-person classes at university or about finally applying for a job. alas, he’s here to spoil your damn plans.

your frustrations eventually reach a boiling point, and you relax the best way you know how: with that tiny pink vibrator.

you just didn’t expect satoru to walk in and offer to help.

which is precisely how you’re now in his lap, trembling legs spread as satoru pumps two long, slender fingers in and out of your needy cunt. they go way deeper than yours could ever hope to, curling and scissoring right against that sweet spot that has your back arching against his chest.

his other hand is clasped around your smaller one, making sure you keep your precious vibrator right on that puffy clit. if you wanted to get off so bad, all you had to do is ask!

but you didn’t, so he had to wait ‘til he heard those poorly stifled whimpers before casually strutting in for his forgotten phone.

oopsie.

“feels good, right?” he whispers, warm breath ghosting across the shell of your ear, and you don’t even need to see his face to know he’s smiling. bastard.

you nod your head, though, too far gone in the lusty haze to bother with being snarky. that delicate coil in your gut is so close to snapping, much closer than it usually is when you do this yourself. “mmf, yeah...”

and satoru knows it.

he moves your thumb to press the up setting twice on your toy, and his cock gives a happy twitch from its confines in his boxers when you squeal, hips bucking up into the vibrator and pushing his fingers deeper.

another oopsie.

one he doesn’t regret the second your moans get louder, gooey walls fluttering around his fingers as you grind up. “ohh, fuck, ‘m g’na cum, oh my god—!”

you’re so beautiful when you cum, eyes sliding back and squirt spraying the towel beneath you and satoru’s hand as you clamp down on his fingers, entire body shuddering and twitching.

he has to think about some long-winded chemistry formula to not cream his pants right then and there.

when you finally start to get your breath back, chest heaving and face flushed with what he’s sure is both arousal and embarrassment, that’s when satoru pulls his fingers free with a loud squelch.

“aww, she misses me already,” he coos, and you don’t even get a moment to be confused before he pops his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your essence like it’s his last supper.

it’s gross, hearing those wet slurping noises behind you, but your gut tightens anyway, and you ignore the small feeling of disappointment when he takes his fingers out of his mouth.

“don’t worry, baby.” with two big hands on your waist, he shifts you off his lap and lays you down on your back. “i’ll stuff ‘er full with something bigger, how about that?”

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Roadtrip Polaroids

billy dunne x fem!reader content warnings: none! summary: roadtrip with your rockstar boyfriend wc: 1.5k

masterlist.

Summer of '78

"Babydoll, where are you taking me?" Billy says with an amused smirk and laugh as you drag him to the front door.

You roll your eyes and laugh, "You'll see..."

Walking out the door, you let go of Billy's arm and gesture to your car.

"Ta da!"

Billy raises a brow and looks at you with a confused look in his eyes, "Um...it's just your car..."

You scoff, "No, it's not just my car..." you say taking both his hands into yours. "I thought...since you've been so stressed lately, I thought you might like a break. So...I planned us a road trip!"

Billy stares at you, blinking for a moment as he processes your words. "Are you serious?" he says, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Absolutely," you say, tugging on his hand, "No work, no band stuff. Just…us."

He stares at you for a moment then he grins, "You’re incredible, you know that?"

"Only for you," you tease, nudging him again. "Now, get in the car, or I’ll leave you behind."

Billy laughs, opening the door for you and walking around to the driver’s side, "Alright, alright. Lead the way, babydoll."

"Wait- where am I turning again?" Billy says, his hands on the wheel as he looks over at you.

"Mm- nowhere, we gotta keep going on this highway"

"But didn't you say you were hungry?"

"No...you said you were hungry, Billy" you say, laughing.

"Oh right" he says, grinning.

You roll your eyes and look down at the map, "There's a rest stop about...3 miles ahead"

Billy glances at the road signs, squinting slightly as he adjusts the rearview mirror. “Alright, three miles til food it is,” he mutters, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm to the radio.

You smile and admire him for a moment before pulling out your polaroid camera.

He turns his head and laughs, "What are you doing with that?"

"Just wanna take a picture" you say, snapping a quick picture.

Billy laughs and shakes his head, "You and that camera...I swear that thing is fused to your hand"

You laugh, "I'm just making sure our memories get captured"

Billy chuckles and glances over at you as you lower the camera. "You know, you’re going to have an entire album full of pictures of me, right?" he teases.

You grin mischievously, holding the camera up again. "That's the plan." Click.

Billy chuckles, shaking his head as you take another picture of the open road ahead, the sunlight painting everything in soft gold. The car hums quietly beneath you, the simple sounds of the engine and the distant sound of the radio filling the air.

For a moment, everything feels perfect, as if nothing in the world matters except for the two of you.

After a while, Billy breaks the quiet. "So, you gonna tell me where we’re actually going after this stop?"

You smile, "I could tell you, but that would ruin the surprise.”

Billy raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “A surprise, huh? Well, I like surprises.” he says as he shifts gears, the engine humming smoothly as he takes the next exit toward the rest stop.

You lean your head against the window...and then you hear a familiar beat.

Hopelessly Devoted to You.

The song you've had on repeat for a month since you first saw Grease with Billy.

As the song continues to play, Billy turns the volume up just a bit, making the car feel like it’s alive with energy. You can’t resist. You start humming along, tapping your fingers against your knee, and before you know it, you're softly singing the lyrics.

He grins, his hand slipping from the gearshift to rest on your knee for just a second before he squeezes it lightly. “You’ve got a beautiful voice, babydoll.”

You glance down at his hand on your knee and blush. You’re about to say something back when the song shifts to the second verse, and before you know it, Billy’s humming along too.

You both start singing the chorus together. Laughing, you turn to him, and again, for a moment, the world disappears. It’s just the two of you—your voices blending perfectly together.

When the song finally fades out, Billy grins at you, his eyes full of amusement. "Okay, that was a lot of fun."

"Course it was"

After just a few minutes, you and Billy arrive at the rest stop, and you enter a small diner.

You both order burgers, fries, and shakes.

The two of you slide into a booth by the window, the warm glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the table. Billy leans back against the seat, stretching his arms over his head before resting one along the back of the booth, his fingers just barely brushing your shoulder.

"So," he says, reaching for a fry and popping it into his mouth. "Are you gonna give me a hint about where we’re going, or am I gonna have to keep pestering you the whole drive?"

You smirk, dipping a fry into your shake. "Hmm… I think I like the idea of you pestering me."

Billy chuckles, shaking his head. "You are evil."

"You love it."

He sighs dramatically, taking a sip of his chocolate shake. “Unfortunately for me, I do.”

You both keep talking and laughing together. And of course, you keep taking pictures of him.

It’s easy.

Comfortable.

Like it almost always is with him.

Billy then steals a fry from your plate, and you swat at his hand. “Hey! Get your own.”

“Yours taste better,” he says with a grin, popping the fry into his mouth.

You roll your eyes and it isn't long before the two of you finish.

Billy pays and you're both back on the road.

You were on the road for about a day and a half. After stopping at a motel to sleep for the night and stopping at another diner to pick up breakfast, you were both now less than an hour away from your destination.

"Okay, now will you tell me where we're gonna be at?" Billy says, chuckling as you go through the thick stack of polaroids in your lap.

"Mmm...I've kept it secret for this long...why ruin it now?"

He groans playfully and you laugh.

Billy shakes his head with a grin. "You’re really enjoying this, huh?"

"Immensely."

He chuckles, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he glances at the road signs. “Well, if we’re this close, I’m guessing it’s gotta be something big.”

You hum in response, watching the landscape change as the miles pass.

Soon, you spot the first signs for Mount Rushmore, and you can’t help the little grin that tugs at your lips.

Billy notices immediately. "Oh, that’s the look," he teases. "That’s a ‘we’re almost there’ look."

You try to keep a straight face, but his knowing smirk makes it impossible. "Maybe," you say vaguely, turning your gaze to the window.

Another fifteen minutes pass before Billy slows the car, his eyes scanning ahead. "Wait…is that?"

Before he can finish, the giant carved faces of Mount Rushmore come into view.

You grin, pointing toward it. "Surprise!"

Billy lets out a low whistle as he pulls into the parking area. “Damn. That’s—” he pauses, “That’s pretty incredible.”

You step out of the car, stretching your arms over your head before looking up at the monument.

You stare at it for a few long moments before slowly tilting your head.

"Huh."

Billy watches you, amused. “What’s that face?”

You hesitate before sighing dramatically. "It looked more impressive in pictures."

Billy bursts out laughing, leaning against the hood of the car. "No way. No way did we just drive all this way for you to say that."

You try to suppress a smile, but his laughter is contagious, and soon you’re giggling too. "I mean, it’s cool and all, but… I don’t know. I thought it’d be more....more!"

Billy is still laughing, shaking his head. "You’re unbelievable."

You cross your arms, pretending to be unimpressed. "Well, I’m sorry, but I expected to be blown away, and right now, I’m just…moderately breezed."

Billy wipes at his eyes, grinning. "Moderately breezed? That’s a new one."

You nudge him lightly. "You’re enjoying this way too much."

"Are you kidding? This is the funniest thing that’s happened all trip," he says, still chuckling. "We drove for hours, stayed in a sketchy motel, ate diner food for two days… and you’re underwhelmed."

You groan. "Don’t make it sound like that!"

Billy grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Well, since the trip’s a bust, how about we take a couple of pictures to make it worth it?”

"Fine. But I’m making a ridiculous face in at least three of them."

Billy smirks, taking your camera out of your hands. “Deal.”

You pout and hold up a thumbs down, Billy laughs and quickly snaps the picture.

He keeps taking pictures, but you can’t help but think...sure, Mount Rushmore wasn’t as impressive as you expected, but this moment with him? This whole road trip?

It was perfect in everyway.

A/N: AHHHHHH I HOPE U GUYS LIKED THIS!!!!

[facefartdreams]

Jason was the scariest dude at the University. One of the star baseball players had a mean streak as bad as you could imagine, when he walked up to you one day as you were at practice for tryouts, Jason grabbed your bat and held it up against his ass."Wh... what are you doing?" You gulped. BBRRRRRRMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!"Ahh... I'm about to make your bat stink as bad as your abilities to play fucking baseball bro." Jason grunted as another fart ripped from inside his guts.BBRROORRRRRRRRT! "Haha, damn... my gas is gonna break the fucking bat. Do you think it'll melt it in half? Or do you think my farts can literally break the wood?!" Jason laughed at his joke. You didn't have much of a response before a third fart snapped the wood in half from the sheer force of his wind. BBBBRRMMMFFFFBBBRRRRRT! "Ooops! That'll be your cock tonight bro... my ass is gonna break it in half." Jason was your roommate, the minute he found your porn stash on your computer, he knew he had you clocked. "Jason... what does that even mean?!" You stuttered. "You heard me... you may like it too much... but trust me... you don't wanna get TOO close to these farts. They'll fucking snap your cock in half from their force." Jason teased. As scary as it sounded, your cock was getting pretty stiff imagining him ripping ass all over your crotch. "Come here." Jason grabbed your collar and pulled you back into your room, he shoved the back of your head into the mattress and started grinding his ass right into your crotch. He didn't hold anything back and you felt a hot blast of his ass ripping against the seam of your pants fly.

BBRRRRMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH! "Ahhh... wait til I pull that pecker out and burn it with an SBD..." Jason grinned. He was still in his baseball uniform. You were shocked they weren't stained from all the prior farts. The air in the room was insanely ripe. You couldn't believe it, he ripped his pants down and sat back onto your crotch, ass first. His hole was warm and inviting, his sweaty jockstrap was just another obstacle for your cock to overcome before it got destroyed."Jason... Jason... I... oh...OHHHHH!" You moaned. BBRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRTTTT! Jason's next fart rattled your cock. He grabbed hold of your fully hard shaft and pressed his ass against it just like the baseball bat. "Let's see how strong this thing is bro... I gotta admit... you're pretty well endowed for a pathetic fag..." Jason ripped again. BBRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPP, and again... BBRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRFFFFP!, and again, BBWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRP! You could feel the heat from his ass blasting the underside of your cock. It was almost too much, his ass was like a volcano about to explode. "I can't stop now! I got some fucking GAS today bro! PHEEEEEW!" Jason's nex fart sounded like he had been holding his farts in for a month. You were sweating profusely at this point. BBRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPP. "Ahh... fuck! My ass feels so much better." Jason's cock was getting hard against his jockstrap, the scent was driving you wild. "You're... you're... you're getting hard..?" You moaned as his next fart hissed silently against your cock, cooking it and searing you with a slight bit of pain. "So what bitch?! I fucking control you now." Jason griped. He pressed his ass further down, the head of your cock was starting to slip in. "Oh shit... my hole is hungry today... I want your cock so fucking bad, but not in the way you'd think." Jason ripped ass again as he grinned mid toot. BBBRRRRRRFFFRRRBBBBBRRRRTTT! You were speechless. You didn't know what to think as his ass was sliding further down on your shaft. "I've been holding them in all day so my farts are really nasty..." Jason teased. The more he ripped, the more you lost feeling in your crotch. BBBRRRROOOOOORRRRRTTTTT"I'm not stopping until you go mad faggot!" Jason was going mad. BBBBRRRRMMMMFFFRRFFFFTTTT! "JESUS!" You yelped. "That's right... fucking scream for me pretty boy... let the whole fucking dorm know who's ass is taking your cock for a spin tonight." Jason twisted a bit, making you yelp as your cock twisted with him. "Ouch! Jason please... I... I'm about to..." You started to sweat even more. Your cock was being cooked by his ass. "You're about to cum faggot?" Jason looked intrigued. "Please... just... no more. You've done enough farting." You cried. "Haha, are you serious?" Jason giggled. BBREERRRRROP! Your cock exploded in seconds at the start of the fart. Jason was shocked, you had a bigger orgasm than any girl he had fucked before."Wow, you came a lot." Jason teased. "I guess your dick is broken after all. I knew my gas would do that to you." Jason grinned. He knew he wasn't done yet. "Dude... that was... I..." You were at a loss for words... but when you felt another rumble over your cock... it hit you that he wasn't finished. "All damn day dude... all fucking day... Damn dude... your face makes the hottest terrified looks when 1 fart... I thought you liked that shit... are mine too strong for you bro?!" Jason laughed. "No! No, not at all! I loved every single second of it! I just need a second to regroup and maybe... if it's okay with you... we can do it later?!" You were gasping for breath from having the wind knocked out of you, and being overwhelmed in stink."Oh... you can regroup... but you're gonna have to do it with a fucking gas cannon vibrating your cock without stop." Jason grinned as another fart roared from him. UUUUUUPPPPPPP!"Aaaaahhh! JASON! Jason! Please!" You were praying your cock would snap in half to break free from the feeling of jizzing once... twice... thrice... four times in a row that evening. By midnight Jason was ordering take out to gas up some more.

You didn't stand a chance.

[starcrossedxwriter]

I’m curious have Els and Michael ever done GQs couple quiz? I was just watching them, and I got to wondering about them. Lol 😂, cause Travis and Kylie’s was an absolute mess, but I loved Teyana Taylor and Iman and of course Nip & LL.

I loveeeeeee GQ's couple's quizzes, they are hilarious. They 100% have done it! And here's my attempt cause in my mind, they give a more relatable and fun Ciara and Russell (if you saw their's?) LOL Thanks, Anon!

***

“Hey this is Michael B. Jordan.”

“And Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, and we are playing GQ’s Couple Quiz.” 

“You ready?” He asked, his hand resting on her thigh. 

“Born ready, I’ll start.” Charlotte lifted up the questions to make sure he couldn’t see them. Little did GQ know, they had a wager going on who knew the other the best and Charlotte was not about to lose. “Ok, this is a soft ball starter, when’s my birthday and what’s my sign?” 

Michael rolled his eyes, “May 4, which makes you a…” he paused. Charlotte knew he had to think about that one because Michael could care less about Zodiac signs and astrology. “I’m 95% sure that’s a Taurus so I’m gonna go with my gut on that one.” 

“Yea, I’m a Taurus… a textbook one too.” 

“I don’t know what that means, Els.” 

“I’ll explain it to you later. Aight, that’s two points for you cause that was two questions. Oh this’s a good one. What’s my dream travel destination?” 

“The Maldives.” He answered quickly. 

“Yep. You know I’m waiting for you to plan that right?” She asked with the sweetest smile that made Michael want to abandon the interview and take her there right then. “I kinda thought that would be our baby moon but no such luck.” 

Michael chuckled and shook his head. “You know I thought about it?” 

Charlotte's jaw dropped. “So where's my proper baby moon at?? Because I haven't to sink a single toe in the sand of the Maldives." Her tone was one of playful confusion. "Wait til he tells y'all where he took me to instead of the Maldives??"

Michael bowed his head as his shoulders shook with laughter. "It's gonna sound bad in comparison BUT I didn't think it was safe to go that far and her doc didn't agree. So we went to a gorgeous resort in Cabo." He raised his hands in surrender. "You already had my nerves shot for those 9 months, wasn't gonna add to that."

She let out a cackling laugh. “I had your nerves shot and you were getting on mine so glad we didn’t add that stress to it. Cabo was a lot of fun though.” 

“Yea it was. Babymoon #2, Maldives - I promise."

Little did she know, Michael already had it planned for her upcoming birthday.

"Well that means I'm never going, I guess," she mumbled. Michael had routinely been talking her ear off about having another baby, as if two rambunctious twin boys were not more than enough for them. But he desperately wanted a baby girl.

"That's a conversation for later but But don’t worry, Maldives are comin’. I promise.” Charlotte did a little happy dance in her seat. “Aight, next question.” 

“What’s a hobby of mine that most people wouldn’t know?” 

“You love to bake. And my training regime hates it,” he joked. 

“Yes! I would’ve also taken crocheting but I haven’t done that in a while. Oh this one is hard. What was the first musical I performed as a lead in?” 

“Ok I gotta work it backward in my mind.” 

“Actually, I’ll give you a bonus if you answer that one and name all the shows I’ve been the lead in.” 

“Okkkkkk. Most recent was The Lighthouse, got my baby her first Tony, of which I know there’ll be more. Before you left New York, you were the lead in Chicago. Then you were in the company of a couple shows. At Juilliard, you were the lead in Oklahoma, one of the few freshman to get a lead in a spring production,” Charlotte did a mini bow to the camera as she laughed. “But you were the lead in every spring show every year so Oklahoma, Funny Girl, Rent, and Kinky Boots. But your fist lead role was senior year as Cinderella in your high school production.” 

“Damnnnnnn…” They shared a high five. “That deserves hella points cause that’s hard as hell. I’ll give you two for that one. What am I scared of?” 

“Spiders and scary movies. Pretty sure if I ever did a horror movie, that’s the one premiere you wouldn’t go to.”

“Correct, you’d be on your own buddy. Ummm, oh this is a good one, what’s my favorite food? You’ve had this question before though.” 

He laughed. “And I learned that it wasn’t my bolognese - utterly heartbroken by that by the way - but it’s still pizza. All the girl eats is pizza.” 

“Correct. Oh this’s hilarious,” she laughed. “Who is my celebrity crush?” 

“Mannnn..." Michael grunted at the mere premise of the question. "Well, obviously me but I will say you went into a deep fan girl space the time you met Denzel and George Clooney.” 

“I mean every woman watching would revert to their 16 year old fan girl self in the presence of those two. But correct. Denzel is actually a friend now, we have him and Paulette over for dinner a lot so I’ve chilled out significantly. Um who’s my favorite actor?” 

“Me.” 

“He’s a bit conceded,” she joked to the camera. “Bonus point if you get whose number two on that list?” 

“Mahershala Ali.” 

“Good job. But you’re number 1 all day, baby.” 

“Oh I wasn’t worried about that at all.” 

“Ok, last one, what’s my favorite sleeping position?” 

“When I sleep like draped across your chest.” 

Charlotte made a buzzer noise and shook her head. “The question was MY favorite, not yours.” 

“That ain’t your favorite too??” 

“Absolutely not,” she doubled over in laughter at the pure look of offense on his face. “I’m sorry, baby but like when you’re at your Adonis or Killmonger weight, you are hella heavy. My side of the bed is basically also his.”

“It’s been 6 years, why you ain’t say shit?” Michael was genuinely surprised. 

Charlotte shrugged. “Cause you sleep best that way and I like that it makes you happy.” Her tone signaled that she was not simply saying that for the cameras but she actually meant it.

“That’s really sweet, babe. So what’s your favorite?” 

“Umm when we’re traveling and apart, I sleep on my stomach with like one leg half out of the covers… and in the middle of the bed so I can like sprawl out.”

“Noted. Ok how’d I do, baby?” 

“11 points… that was pretty good! Pretty sure I’m not gonna do as good but let’s see.” 

“Aight. Oh ok, how many movies have I been in?” 

Charlotte’s mouth fell open. “Ok that’s not fair! Did you pay someone to write these questions?? That’s hella hard. Um… are we counting the ones where you were just a cameo?” 

“Why not and I’ll give you a bonus if you name the first movie I was lead in?” 

“Ok if we’re counting cameos, I’m 95% sure it’s 20 or 21. And your first lead was Fruitvale Station, though you could make a case for Chronicle but that was more of an ensemble cast so I would go with Fruitvale.” 

“Damn you’re good! I don’t even know the number exactly but 20 sounds right so you get both points.”

Charlotte wiped her hand across her forehead and said “Whew. Cause it wasn’t looking good for me for a sec.” 

“What’s my least favorite food?” 

Charlotte laughed. “You have a visceral, and do mean, visceral hatred for Brussels sprouts.” 

“Correct. Hate them so much. Umm in the similar vein, what’s my ideal cheat meal when I’m training?” 

Charlotte smiled. “Whew, ok you got a lot but I feel like it depends on where we are? Like when we’re in Philly, it’s a cheesesteak, easy. But when we’re in New York, it's pizza from Prince St. and those cookies from that bakery in Lower Manhattan… can’t remember the name. And honestly, when we’re home, you love a huge breakfast spread and anything with carbs. Oh and donuts from that spot in downtown.” 

“Damn Els! You get two points for that. Very spot on. Umm how do you know when I’m mad at you?” 

Charlotte laughed. “Well, we don’t really argue much but when you’re upset it’s fairly easy to tell cause you call me Charlotte, which he literally never does any other time.” 

“Correct. What’s my biggest pet peeve that you do?” 

Charlotte grimaced. “Umm when I don’t take my health or safety seriously… or as serious as you would want me to. That causes like 95% of the rare arguments we do have.” 

“Yep. Oh this one is kinda hard because I don’t think you can ever remember the date. What day did I propose?” 

Charlotte leaned into the arm of her chair. “Oof that is hard. Well the world thinks we got engaged in June around the Tonys cause that’s the first time I wore my ring in public. But fun fact everyone, we got engaged in March. That week was a blur of you know… trauma and near death experiences,” she chuckled, her joke falling flat with her husband. “It’s been six years, we still can’t joke about it??” 

“Nah we can’t.” 

“Well, I’m the one that almost croaked so I feel like I can joke about it a little,” she argued with a smile. “But anywhoooo, you proposed on March 5. Wait, no! March 6 because it was like 2 am the Thursday after the premiere of the show on our balcony in New York. Best night of my life.” 

He leaned forward and kissed her hand and winked at her, causing her to blush. 

“Good job. What do I consider to be our first date?” 

She chuckled. “Ok well we have different opinions on this but you consider our first date to be that steakhouse we went to after filming one night in Philly. But I consider our first date to be our actual first date, that art walk in the summer. I don’t think I ever learned why you think Philly was our first date?” 

Michael merely shrugged nonchalantly. “Cause that night made me fall in love with you. From that date forward, my heart was yours. The art walk was just when you finally caught up,” he winked at her, shaking her knee a bit. 

“You never told me that. Stop saying these sweet things and making me want to cry,” she moaned, wiping away a stray tear. 

“She cries at basically everything,” Michael fake whispered to the camera causing Charlotte to playfully scoff. 

“Next question!” 

“What’s my favorite nickname to call you? Bonus question if you tell me which of the ones you call me is my favorite?” 

“Your favorite to call me is honey bee but you call me Els the most, which I love. And umm I don’t know the second one, everyone in the family calls you Bakari so I doubt that’s it. And baby is so basic? I call you ‘love’ a lot but I don’t know… you tell me.” 

“I really like it when you call me ‘Kari.” 

In her utter confusion, for a moment, Charlotte forgot they were surrounded by cameras. “That can’t be right,” she laughed. “I called you that like once in our entire relationship when we wer-“ she stopped herself mid-sentence as she realized he was teasing her and she was about to put alllllll their business on front street. “I really hate you, you know that right?” 

He actually almost fell out of his seat in laughter as Charlotte shook her head and covered her face with her cards in embarrassment. 

Her mind floated back to once years ago when Michael made her squirt for the first time. He had been fucking her so hard and for so long she could barely formulate thoughts, let alone sentences. And as he demanded she scream his name over and over again, she shortened it to Kari out of pure necessity because she could barely say more than a syllable at a time. He teased her relentlessly afterward. 

“Impossible.” He winked at her. “Ok let’s get this back on track. Who’s my favorite athlete?” 

“Forever and always , Kobe.” 

“Right. What’s my favorite thing to cook?” 

“Bolognese… and you got good at some other homemade pasta sauces like pesto during the pandemic that you still like to do.” 

“Right. Aight, last one, oh this is a good one, what has been my favorite role and movie I’ve played in my career?” 

Charlotte mused for a moment. “Oof that is actually hard. I mean the easy answer is Adonis because you’ve spent the longest with him and I think you’ve valued watching your own career and who you are growing and evolving along with him? And you know, you got me outta that deal which is pretty great.” She joked. “But I think Killmonger and Black Panther will always hold a special place in your heart. Not just because of Chad but because that role was a stretch in terms of who he was and the darkness in him. He challenged you in a lot of new ways as an actor, I think And because of the cultural significance of that movie and the bond it created with Ryan and the entire cast. I’ve never seen you or quite frankly any cast with as close of a bond with each other as you all do. I mean I’ve watched you do 100 press tours and that was the first one you were genuinely sad to have end. And you know, while I would love to see Killmonger back, I think even if you never get the chance to pick that character up again, I think the experience of that character will stick with you forever.” 

She rubbed his arm gently as she spoke. 

“Yea you get a point for that. Not sure which of those I would choose either but the reasoning for both is super spot on. I think that’s, you know, what I value most about those two roles and projects specifically. Those are definitely the top two. Good job, baby girl. “That’s it! Who won??” Michael immediately inquired of the producer behind the camera. 

“You actually tied so you both win.” 

They leaned in and kissed each other. “Good job, baby. I guess we both have to pay up.” 

“Fine by me,” Charlotte winked at him. 

“Wanna tell us what you all wagered?” the producer asked. 

The couple laughed and shook their heads. “Nope, nice try though.”  

Michael winked at his wife before the producer yelled cut.

***

Thanks for the ask!! I love these so much lol

[dantakeyoman]

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"Look who's graced me with his presence," you sighed, a small smirk playing on your lips as Dally hopped the hand-rail to the Nightly Double, obviously not paying.

"How ya doin', Nails?" He smiled, sitting down in the empty aisle seat next to you.

"Peachy...'til you got here," you teased, "Slide me a cancer stick."

He sighed, rummaging in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a single one, handing it to you, "You better smoke it good, that's my last one."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on," you rolled your eyes, kicking up your feet and whipping out your bright, red lighter.

A gift Johnny gave you for your thirteenth birthday.

You placed the cigarette in your mouth, checking out the scar on your lip through the reflection of the trigger.

It had been two months since you got jumped by the Socs, your encounter leaving you with a faint scar on the right side of your lip, stretching from right under your nose to right under the curve of your bottom lip.

And, unsurprisingly, things between the Socs and the Greasers had gone tremendously bad.

There was a fight nearly every other day, and despite the No Jazz rule you and Darry had tried to put into effect, the Socs were just making it too hard to keep a cool head.

Fightin' words, slashing tires, jumping.

It really made you wonder who were the real hoods.

"Hey, (y/n/n)," Johnny greeted, walking up to the rail and hopping over it just like Dally did a minute ago.

You quietly gasped and dropped your lighter, nearly inhaling your cig and setting yourself on fire in the process.

You squeaked and scrambled to pick it up, Dal letting out an obnoxious laugh as Johnny quickly rushed over to you, patting you on the back to clear up your coughing fit.

"You alright?! What happened?" He asked, concerned as he took his seat next to you.

You sat up, turning to Dally and shooting him a sharp glare, him returning it with his very punchable smirk.

"Sorry, Johnnycake. You just startled me is all," you cleared your throat, rummaging in your pocket and grabbing some change.

"S'all right if you could go to the stand and get me some water?"

"Sure," he nodded, taking the money and standing up, walking over to the concession stand to wait in line.

Once you were sure he was out of earshot, you let Dally have it.

"Bastard! What the hell?! You didn't tell me Johnny was coming!" You whisper-yelled, smacking the man in the arm.

"Cool it, would ya. You two need this," he scoffed, your attacks not even phasing him.

"I'm sick of all the puppy dog eyes and the blushin' and shit. Everyone and their mother knows that you two like each other."

You flushed with embarrassment, slightly taken aback.

'That couldn't be true, right?'

You and Johnny went back to the sandbox, and for as long as you can remember you've felt some type of way about him.

The way his hair fell in his face, the way certain things would bring a small sparkle to his brown eyes, the way you could catch hints of his true smile if you were paying attention.

The way the two of you could talk about nothing and yet everything when you where alone.

Of course, you firmly believed that all of these feelings were one sided.

"The stupid excuses like I gotta go to the DX or I was gonna meet up wit' Pony is not gonna get you two outta this, so here's how it's gonna go."

He quickly turned around to make sure Johnny was anywhere near, but the poor boy was still at the very back of the large line.

"When Johnny comes back with your water, I'm gonna go get some popcorn and never come back, leavin' you two alone to start to get to business. You guys'll talk, do all the little sappy shit, and then right in the middle of his sentence, you're gonna grab 'im by his collar and kiss 'im. Boom. Match made."

You were gagged

'This guy's got jokes.'

"What happened? You turn into a comedian since the last time I saw you?" You asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes and turning around to face the movie.

"I'm not doin' that shit."

"Aw, c'mon, Nails. Johnny's too chicken shit for this, it's gotta be you," he whined, throwing his head back in annoyance.

"Besides...me and Soda made a bet with Two that says we get two packs each if you break first."

"Ah hah! That's what this is all about. You don't want me and Johnny to get together, you just want a couple free cigs," you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief.

'Unbelievable.'

"Not entirely. I am tired of seein' you two make goo goo eyes at each other and not doin' nothin' about it. So if I get you two to cut it and a couple of free packs, o' course I'm gonna take advantage of the situation," he corrected, pausing his smoking to take a quick swig of beer.

"(y/n/n) and Johnny are gettin' together?!" Ponyboy exclaimed out of nowhere, hopping the rail and sitting down next to you.

"Will you shut up?!" You hissed, nervous that Johnny might've heard.

"Aw, what the hell are you doin' here?! You're messin' up the plan, Pone," Dally groaned, shooing away the boy with his hand.

"The plan? What plan?" Pony cocked a brow, confused.

"The one I discussed with the boys. I thought you were there, too?" Dal answered, scratching his head.

"Everyone else is in on this shit?!" You whipped your head around to Dally.

"Well, s'not my fault. Johnny was the one who asked me to come with 'im," Pony shrugged, turning to look at the movie.

"You'd think you two were attached at the hip," Dally sighed, turning around to get an update on Johnny's whereabouts.

"Doesn't matter now. The kid's walkin' back over,"

'Thank God.'

"Gotchu your water, (y/n/n)," Johnny stated, handing you the cup and your money back.

Dally stretched his arm over your shoulder and flicked Pony in the ear, getting him to move a seat over and allow Johnny to sit next to you again.

"Thanks, Johnnycake," you smiled, taking a sip and counting your change as the boy looked up at the screen to take away from the buzzing feeling in his stomach.

When you finished counting, you realized it was the exact amount of money you gave him.

"Wait, didya-." "I paid for it," he answered, already knowing your question, keeping his eyes trained on the screen.

"You ain't hafta do that, Johnny," you turned to him.

You were the one with the job. It was your responsibility to pay for your things.

"I know," he turned to you.

Your eyes met, and you looked at him through those thick lashes with those (e/c) eyes that sparkled in the projector light.

He swallowed thickly.

"S-S'least I could do. Wanted you to be all right."

You smiled, his heartbeat picking up twice as fast.

"I-." "What movie is this?" Pony asked, oblivious to the scene unfolding next to him.

Dally cursed under his breath, grumbling about how that boy was thicker than a brick.

That is, until a couple of Socs girls took the seats in front of you, and took his attention elsewhere.

"What's he grumblin' about?" Johnny asked in a low voice, turning to face the movie.

"I dunno. He's been weird tonight," you sighed, watching the movie as well. He nodded, his face turning confused when he saw someone get hit in the back with a baseball bat.

"Pone was onto somethin'. What is this movie?" He asked, nosed scrunched.

You chuckled, "Who knows. I think it's somethin' beachy."

He smiled, "Be nice to go to a beach one day...see the ocean."

"No kiddin'," you agreed, "I'd settle for anywhere outta Oklahoma."

"Forget Oklahoma. I'd settle for anywhere outta the neighborhood," he scoffed.

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder, not noticing that the poor boy went stiff as a board at your touch.

"I could never do it, though. Don't got the guts," you dismissed.

Johnny was taken aback.

No guts? You had more guts than half the gang combined.

You'd toughed out situations that grown men'd never dream of.

No guts? "Whatchu talkin' about?" He asked, turning to look at you, confused. "You got a ton of guts, and you're plenty smart, too. If any of us is makin' it outta Oklahoma, it's you." "I'm not makin' it outta anywhere," you scoffed, looking up at him seriously. "I could never leave (b/n/n). I could never leave the gang."

You paused.

"I could never leave you, Johnnycake."

Johnny's stomach flipped so much, he nearly thought he'd flip, too.

It was as if you knew every little thing that could set him off, every little thing that had him at your beck and call like a lovesick puppy.

You had him wrapped around your finger, and he knew this, and had no problem with it.

"You guys are my family. No place'd be worth going without y'all."

He smiled, approvingly, turning to face the movie, "Thanks."

The two of you focused back on the screen, staying in comfortable silence as you watched the movie, Dally and the two Soc girls started to get a little loud.

You were about to say something, until you felt your entire body let out one violent shiver, remind you that you were outside with nothing but a tank top and jeans.

Your breath hitched, and you hoped Johnny didn't notice, slowly looking up to face him.

Only to see that he was already looking at you, disapprovingly.

"Why ain't chu wearin' a coat, (y/n/n)? S'freezin' out here," he asked, concerned, as he began shimmying off his jean jacket, trying not disturb your head.

"I'm fine, Johnny. I just came from the DX so I didn't have time to grab a coat for nothin'," you sighed, pushing his jacket back on.

"I'm not cold, promise."

"Warm people don't shiver," he cocked a brow. 

"Maybe that'll cool you off, Greaser! When you learn to talk and act decent, I might cool off, too!" The redheaded Soc girl suddenly shouted, splashing a drink all over Dally's face.

He had moved his seat from your row to hers, and had seemed to have been harassing her the entire time.

'Probably why those two were getting loud earlier. Fuckin' Dallas.'

"Fiery, huh? Just the way I like 'em," Dally smirked, grabbing her and pulling her close, much to her protest.

"Get off me!"

"Dally, leave 'er alone," you ordered firmly, sitting up off Johnny's shoulder.

But he ignored you, continuing touch and shove her around, a smile on his face.

"C'mon, Dal, you heard 'er. Leave 'er alone," Johnny chimed in, sitting up straight, too.

You were quietly shocked.

Johnny would never so much as stick a toe out in front of Dallas, let alone raise his voice at him.

He practically worshiped the ground he walked on.

"What'd you say?" Dally's smile fell, almost instantly, and he stopped his advances, turning to glare at Johnny.

"What'd you say to me, you little shit? What'd you say to me?"

"C'mon," Johnny sighed, his eyes pleading Dal to cool it.

And Dally picked up on this, sucking his teeth before roughly stuffing his hands in his pockets, standing up out the chair.

"Wise ass," he grumbled, walking up the ramp and out of the Nightly Double.

You, Johnny, and Pone, let out a sigh of relief you didn't even know you were holding, the three of you knowing good and well that you dodged a bullet.

"Now you blew it," Pony grumbled to the two of you, knowing that all you did was postpone Dally's blow out for later.

"Thank you. He had me scared to death," the redhead turned around, releasing her own sigh of relief.

"Sure didn't show it," Johnny shrugged, "Ain't nobody talk to Dal like that."

"Well, I saw you do. And her, too," she smiled.

That's when it hit you, "Hey, ain't you that cheerleader from school? Cherry?"

"My real name's Sherri, but my friends call me Cherry 'cause of my hair."

Yeah, you knew Cherry. 

Cherry, the cheerleader. Cherry, the Soc girl.

Cherry, Bob's girlfriend. Cherry, girlfriend of the guy that nearly knocked your lights out.

Yeah, you knew Cherry.

Call it childish but two months ain't a long time, and it's hard to forget with a permanent reminder plastered on your lip.

"Why don't y'all sit with us, so you can protect us?" Cherry's friend suggested with a smile.

The boys turned to each other, Pony giving Johnny a nod.

But Johnny turned to you, realizing that you were back to watching the movie, disengaging from the conversation before you said something you'd regret.

He noticed this, and knew he wanted to stay with you through it.

Not that he was gonna get up and move, anyway.

"Imma stay back here," he stated, sitting back into his seat, your head reclaiming its spot on his shoulder.

Pony shrugged, moving to sit next to Cherry and starting up some conversation with her.

"You think Dal's gonna be mad?" Johnny asked, tiredly resting his head on top of yours.

You waved it off, "Dally's drunk. Give 'im some time to cool off and he'll be alright."

Feeling another shiver coming, you nuzzled closer to the boy, kicking up your legs on his as you relished the warmth that his jacket provided.

He let out an easy sigh, before allowing his body to ease itself into you, both of you molding together as if you were puzzle pieces.

It was so comfy, you nearly fell asleep right there.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"God, I'm so dog-tired I could drop," you groaned, trying to rub the exhaustion off your face as the five of you walked home.

The boys agreed to walk the Soc girls back to theirs, and at first you were completely against it, opting to walk yourself home rather than help them.

But all Johnny had to do was flash you a quick smile and ask a sincere, "Please," and you were putty in his hand.

"Did you work another double again?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

You winced, "...Maybe, but that's only because they offered some extra cash if I stayed longer."

"You just did a double yesterday. And did a triple a day or so ago. I told you about takin' breaks, (y/n/n)," he scolded, though not really.

He could never be mad at you.

"I know, I know, but I jus-." "Now I remember," Cherry realized, turning away from her talk with Pony to face you.

"You're the greaser girl that works at the DX, right? That's where I know you from."

You cocked a brow at her description of you, the boys quietly wincing at the reminder.

No matter how long they talked, or how deep the conversation, you were still Grease, and they were still Soc.

Noticing the quiet, she caught herself, slightly embarrassed "Sorry.....force of habit."

Just then, the sound of moving gravel snapped you all out of conversation, and you turned around to see two mustangs pull up behind you.

'Damn. ...Them's some tuff cars.'

"Oh, they're coming! What're we gonna do?" The other girl, who you learned to be Marcia, nervously whispered to Cherry.

"Just act normal," she whispered back.

"Who're these clowns?" A familiar voice asked, stepping out of the car.

'You've gotta be kidding me.'

It was that Soc bastard, Bob.

"Johnny..." you whispered, uneasy

"I know," he sighed, resting his hand in his right pocket, the pocket where he always kept his blade.

"Cherry! What's goin' on?!" Bob exclaimed, storming over with another Soc boy.

"Just because we got a little drunk, doesn't mean-!" "A little?!" Cherry interrupted.

"You call reeling and passing out in the street a little?! Bob, I've told you before, I'm never going out with you when you're drinking, and I mean it!"

"That's no reason to go walking the streets with these bums," the other boy chimed.

'Bums?!'

"Who you callin' bums, pal!" You glared, pointing harshly at the boy.

"You!" He spat back.

"Randy!"

"(y/n/n)," Johnny warned lowly, getting more anxious by the second.

Your fire might've been what drew him to you at first, but one of these days it was going to get you killed.

"Listen, we got two more of us in the backseat," Randy whispered, getting up close and personal. 

You quickly picked up a beer bottle, smashing it against the fence and then tossing it to Pony, whipping out your own blade as well.

"Fuck the backseat!" You spat, pointing the tip of it at his throat.

"If you're lookin' for a fight-." "Hell, yeah, I'm lookin' for a fight!" You didn't back down.

"Let's go! Put the knife down!" 

"Let's go, then! C'mon!" 

"Put the knife down!"

"You got your guys, I got my knife, pal!" 

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Cherry shouted, stepping in between you two.

"We'll go with you. Just give us a minute."

"Why? We ain't scared of these bastards," you looked the two boys up and down, disgusted.

"I hate fights, all right. I hate 'em," she sighed, raking a nervous hand through her hair.

She walked over to Ponyboy, wishing him a quick goodbye, before her and Marcia hopped in the Socs car, driving off.

"Greaseball!" Bob shouted out the window, drunkenly.

"Fuck you!" You shouted back, roughly flipping off the car as Johnny threw an arm over your shoulder.

Quite literally being the only thing keeping you from chasing after them.

"C'mon, (y/n/n), let's go," Pony sighed, the three of you turning around to walk back home.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"I hate those damn Socs. Who do they think they are thinkin' they can talk to us like that?" You grumbled, curled into yourself as you lay down on a disposed couch.

Pony had gone back to the Curtis' house, no doubt getting chewed out for coming home so late.

And you and Johnny had decided to sleepover in the lot for the night, since neither of you wished to be home at the moment.

"And who are they to say that Cherry girl couldn't hang out with Pony."

Sure, you didn't exactly like her, but you could tell Pony did. And all you wanted for that boy was for him to be happy.

Lord knows he's been through enough already.

"S'cause we're greasers, (y/n/n)," Johnny sighed, finishing up the fire before standing up and dusting off his pants.

"He might've hurt her reputation or something, that's all. Don't worry about it."

He walked over to the couch, plopping himself down next to you and smiling at how quick you were to snuggle up under him.

Despite his jean jacket, you were still cooler than an ice cube, and he was still, surprisingly, very warm.

"I guess," you sighed, resting your head on his chest.

He paused for a moment, trying to come up with a way to bring your spirits up.

"Man, that was a tuff car, huh," he started, remembering how you were eyeing Bob's car just as much as he was.

"Mustangs...they're tuff."

You let out a tired exhale, appreciative of the gesture, but just not in the mood.

That is, until the sound of Johnny's parents started to ring in the lot.

They were arguing, way louder than usual.

To the point where most of the curses could be heard crystal clear, as if you were in the house with them.

You could feel Johnny's breath become heavy, and you looked up at him, his expression dropping by the second.

"I don't think I can take much more of this, (y/n/n)," he caved, raking a frantic hand through his hair.

"I'll...I'll kill myself or something. I don't know."

The second those words came out his mouth, you nearly went catatonic.

Johnny? Kill himself?

There was no way.

You couldn't even fathom what your life would be like without your best friend, your favorite guy.

Your one true love, and the subject of all your affection.

...

Or something Shakespearean like that.

"Johnny Cade, you will do no such thing, you hear me?" You ordered firmly, placing both your hands on his face and turning him to face you.

"No such thing."

"I gotta do somethin'," he cried, his face easing into your hands.

With a sigh, you laid back in the chair, bringing him with you, and letting him rest his head on your chest.

"It seems like there's gotta be a place without Greasers and Socs," he sniffled, nuzzling closer "Must be someplace...with just plain, ordinary people."

You nodded, gliding your hand through his hair carefully, "S'like that out in the country. Away from all the big towns."

Feeling him begin to relax already, you decided to continue.

"The people are friendly and the houses are few and far between. There's room to stretch your legs and night are quiet...real quiet. Not to mention the animals."

And you continued on just like that, until eventually, the two of you were lulled asleep, welcoming dreams of the paradise you described.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," Johnny muttered, half asleep and barely above a whisper.

But you were already out like a light, no memory of the boy's words at all.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

[coolpeopleonlyexist]

Taking an eye for an eye.

Fran Fine x CC Babcock

Fran sat at the couch reading a magazine chewing on the end of a pen and eating strawberries from a bowl, trying to decide on what thing to buy for herself when she has the money.

Soon a door slams open "OH MY-" fran gets ready to cover her ears to ignore how many obscenities CC would yell and sometimes she said things fran has never heard of and she lives in New York!

"CC! What is going on!" maxwell rushes down the stairs "The play!" maxwells eyes widen "What happended!" CC gripped maxwells collar clenching her teeth "They messed up." CC was panting after the shouting "They messed up the goddamn PLAY!" CC trying not to punch the wall though she turns to Fran the one who still has a strawberry on her lips frozen "Hello Fran," CC sends her a smile a genuine smile then switching to her straight angered face "If no play, no money." maxwell straightened up "We gotta go work on this." CC runs to the office in heels its actually fascinating but its CC so not that surprising.

Fran runs up the stairs behind them opening the office door sitting next to CC making her smile once again "Hello fran." fran giggles "Well hi!" CC chuckles "You look amazing in that suit, like always." CC smiles pressing her finger under frans chin "Wanna see me without it?" CC chuckles watching fran’s cheeks redden.

CC turns to fran "You look gorgeous. Your dress, its beautiful." fran smiles "Oh thank you mrs.babcock. Though should i say CC?" fran smiles "Just today." fran cackles "Nanny fine!" fran and CC turn to maxwell.

"Will you just shut up!" maxwell yells making fran freeze and so does CC in shock "Maxwell-" CC gets cut off "God ms.fine! your so loud, obnoxiously loud!" he begins to stand up slowly "And i want you OUT the office NOW!" fran stares at him in shock turning to CC but shes just as shocked as fran is and she doesn’t know why maxwell was yelling at fran out of all people "NOW!" fran gets up and walks out closing the door slowly.

CC glares at maxwell "Maxwell what the hell!" CC stands up leaning over the desk "What!" maxwell sits down holding his head in his hands "CC, the play." CC throws the papers on his face her voice dropping it was dangerous and threatening it even scared maxwell, though he would never ever admit that to anyone "Read them yourself you piece of shit." maxwell looks at her in shock "Wait CC-" CC glares at him "Shut up!" maxwell immediantly shuts up picking up the papers on the ground.

CC rushes to frans room opening the door to see fran pacing in biting down on her lip, snapping her head up to CC anger in her eyes.

"I thought you had my back out there!" fran yells at CC with her accent and the rasp in her voice getting thicker "What made you think that fran." fran looks at CC confused "CC i turned to you for help and all you did was stand there!" CC turns to her and fran felt her heart drop to her feet, she hasn’t seen CC look at her so cold and threatening months ago what changed? fran didn’t know.

CC sighs "Fran, Maxwell gets mad sometimes and he was just freaking out." fran felt her nose burn along with her eyes beginning to itch, sniffling fran tries to make up a sentence without completely having a melt down infront of the person she believed that loved her back "Ya know CC, im inlove with you." fran looks up at CC expecting CC to be taken aback with eyes full of disgust but no, she is looking down at her with softness in her eyes "I know." CC sighs itching to take fran into her arms kiss her and hold her til they mold into one.

CC knew fran loves her and CC knew she loves her back "Im inlove with you too." fran wraps her arms around CCs neck and CC wraps her arms around her waist "We shouldn’t be doing this fran, this can-" fran pulls away slapping CCs arm then slapping her again before beginning to punch CC in the chest frantically and CC was grunting ignoring the pain of the punches hitting her "Your so selfish!" fran cries out.

"Fran-" fran stops though her hands were still on CCs chest "I was there just to be by your side!" frans voice cracked as she grabs CCs hand trying to hold her still "I want to be with you CC, i want you." CC slowly slides out her grasp as to not hurt herself more, though it still hurt "Fran..Nanny fine." frans heart shatters from that and its so visible on her face CC felt her eyes begin to burn and get blurry though as she looks down to fran, tears were streaming down her cheeks so CC was sure fran couldn’t see CC also tear up.

CC places her hand onto frans cheek caressing her cheek with her thumb and its too affectionate for fran in the situation they are in she would sink even farther and it would be so much worse for them but fran leans into the touch anyways closing her eyes "Nanny Fran, i don’t think this would work out." fran shakes her head "We can make it work sweetie." CC shakes her head "Fran, we can’t ." fran lets out a sob as CC places a kiss on frans forehead "Can’t we just try?" CC sighs "Fran-" CC gets cut off by a shout.

"Mrs.Fine!" CC pulls away from fran making fran let out a small whimper "Come on fran you need to get back in there." maxwell grabs frans arm, CC looks at fran "The kids are freaking out!" CC felt tears begin sliding down her cheeks and god the sight was so hurtful "You need to fix your makeup." maxwell says then turning back to the door "Yes Mr.Sheffield." fran sniffles and smiles at maxwell that smile, the smile she uses toward maxwell to seduce him.

It hurts to see fran going back to her old ways again and fran knew it hurt CC but nevertheless fran thought of it all the time every night and tried to talk to CC but CC denied it everytime so fran decided to get with maxwell, ignoring CCs teary eyes even though hers are also full of water.

Taking an eye for an eye.

[wickermayne]

Punk Soul - A Naruto/Sakura Smut Oneshot

He started with his ears. The left lobe, just to try it out, and then it was the right soon after. Simple black studs that suited him.

“What’dya think, Sakura-chan?”

Her eyes darted between his two piercings, the curve of Naruto’s smile somehow making them look even better on him.

“It’s not bad,” she said. “But, to be honest, I’m kind of surprised you actually did it...”

Naruto gave her a lazy shrug. “Well, when I become Hokage, I feel like I’ll halfta clean myself up...but ‘til then, why not? I gotta let my punk soul rock, y’know what I mean?”

“Your ‘punk soul’? Sakura giggled, shaking her head at him. “What does that even mean?”

He shrugged again, a cheeky smile on his face and while Sakura rolled her eyes at him, she still smiled back.

Sakura thought that was the end of things, but she nearly face-planted when she saw Naruto a week later with a ring in his eyebrow.

He smiled and waved at her, leaning against a wall and chatting up some of his fangirls. They turned around like they had a single mind and gave her a nasty glare but Sakura was still too shook by the new piercing to care.

Naruto didn’t stop there, and next it was a ring on the corner of his lip, Sakura gasping and clutching at her chest when she saw him play with it from inside his lip.

Then she was at Naruto’s place when she saw the newest one, a silver ball near the tip of his tongue.

She was gawking at him, and even the obtuse Naruto would notice the way she stared.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he laughed and then he pointed at his piercings. “What’s up? Don’t like these ones?”

“It’s not really about liking it or not…” Sakura said when she gathered her voice, her cheeks hot from him clocking her. Her eyes scanned over the piercings on his face, black and matching the darker coloured clothes he liked to wear these days. “I guess…I mean — Don’t you think you’re doing a lot of them pretty quickly.”

Naruto looked thoughtful for a moment, silver flashing and drawing Sakura’s eyes as his tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Hmm, I think it hasn’t been too much or nothin’...but there was really only one more piercing I wanted to get anyway. I’ll probably be done after that.”

“Oh?” Sakura looked at his face again. Maybe a helix or an upper lobe? Or would he double up on his lip? An industrial would look good on him too.“What kind are you planning to get?”

Naruto gave her a strange look, almost...coquettish as he looked her over. “That’s a secret, Sakura-chan. You’ll have to wait and see.”

“You are sooo lame!”

But the days turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into months with no new piercing in sight.

She was at his place again, Naruto chatting about a recent trip to Kumo and his thoughts about getting a tattoo there. 

“You won’t be able to hide that when you become Hokage,” she warned, taking a sip of her wine.

“Of course I can, Sakura-chan. I’ll get it where no one can see it y’know?”

“A tramp stamp then?” She giggled behind her palm and Naruto shrugged.

“Why not?”

“You’re crazy!” 

Naruto laughed at her and took a swig of his beer, the silver ball running across his lip as he collected a stray drop and Sakura hesitated for only a second before she asked.

“So you decided not to get that last piercing after all? Did tattoos catch all your attention now?”

Naruto paused with his beer bottle halfway to his lips and he blinked at her while he put it down. “Huh, what do you mean?”

“Your last piercing!” She blurted. “Remember you said you were going to get one more after your tongue one?”

“Oooh, yeah...aw, were you thinkin’ ‘bout it this whole time, Sakura-chan?”

Sakura finished her wine and put the empty glass on the counter to the left of them, crossing her arms and glaring at Naruto. “Shut up. I was a little bit curious, that’s all. You usually don’t back out of stuff so...”

Naruto leaned back in his chair, his tongue pushing on the inside of his lip ring as he gave her an amused look.

“I got that piercing a while back.”

Sakura’s eyes darted over his face. Ears, eyebrows, nose, lip, and found nothing new. “Another one on your tongue then?”

“Nope.” Naruto popped the p and then stuck out his tongue to show the single piercing there.

Sakura’s brow pinched in confusion and Naruto snickered.

“Say, Sakura-chan, do ya reeeally wanna know?”

“Of course I do,” she huffed. “Why else would I ask?”

“Okay then.” He smirked at her, and instead of telling her where he got the piercing, Naruto spread his legs wide on his chair.

“What? Are you trying to be coy? Where is it, Naruto?”

Naruto rolled his eyes at her before looking pointedly down between his legs then back up at her with a raised eyebrow.

Sakura followed what he did, her eyes flickering down in between his legs.

Then it was like an epiphany, her brain rebooting with a new software that made her understand, her jaw dropping open as the skin of her face burned hot.

“No fucking way!”

“Yes, Sakura-chan. Yes fucking way.” Naruto snickered again, finishing off his beer, the empty bottle bobbling when he placed it back on the counter.

Sakura’s head was spinning at the concept, at her brain conjuring up salacious images against her will. Her nerves were tingling as they were flushed through with sudden arousal, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and a heartbeat pulsing in her cunt.

“Can I see it?”

Naruto’s eyes widened in disbelief before they traced over the heavy blush on her face, dropping down to the pout of her lips. His tongue pushed on his lips piercing from inside again and it rolled on his lip while he was thinking.

“I only show my cock to girls I fuck, Sakura-chan,” he finally said.

It was a completely sensible response from him, but Sakura had to beat back the overflowing embarrassment and disappointment that washed over her. “Oh.”

Naruto stood up from his chair and started walking toward his bedroom, turning around halfway to give her a challenging look.

“You comin’ or nah?”

“Oh.”

It might have been due to the alcohol, or maybe it was the strength of her curiosity, though, truthfully, Sakura knew it was a lot more than either of those things. No matter the cause, she found herself on Naruto’s bed, making out with him as his nimble fingers undressed her.

“That’s not fair,” she whined, kissed out of breath, her flush crawling down to the top of her breasts as Naruto tugged her panties off.

“Be patient,” he teased, kissing each of her knees softly, his hair, longer in his ‘punk era’ tickling against her skin. His large hands were wrapped around her thighs, pulling them apart slightly and Sakura’s breath caught in her throat as he kissed the inside of her knees. He spread her apart, moaning at the sight of her exposed cunt, beads of arousal spilling out of her entrance. “Fuuuck, look at you, Sakura-chan. So sexy, damn. If I knew this was all it took, I woulda gotten piercings ages ago, y’know?”

Sakura’s ears were burning. “Fuck you!”

Naruto laughed before he kissed up her thighs, Sakura moaning with each successive kiss. His breath puffing on her before it was the soft press of his lips. When he finally reached her cunt, she was dripping, Naruto swearing underneath his breath, his eyes dark as he stared at her. It took a needy whimper to break him out of his stupor and Naruto kissed her cunt once, gentle and sweet, before he feasted on her.

“Oh fuck, N-Naruto!” 

It was a strange sensation, his mouth wet, his tongue hot, and the metal of his piercing cool, but it only took a moment for her body to decide yes I love this. Naruto licked long up and down her cunt with his tongue out and flat, the metal ball rubbing over her.

She was dripping into his mouth and he drank it with thankful moans. His mouth thirsty as he pressed it tight against her cunt, his tongue working her over as he lapped through her folds and swallowed her arousal. He kissed and sucked on her lips, murmuring praises into her between broad licks of his tongue.

Sakura moaned as she watched him work her over, his hands hooked around her thighs keeping her pressed against him if she dared to try and escape. His nose either bumping against her clit and sending shocks down her spine or pressed flat and tight on her mound, brushing against her pubic hair as he moaned and tongued her deep, that ball stroking against her walls like a pleasure she could never have imagined.

Her nerves were aflame, arousal molten as it melted down her spine and rushed up her thighs, collecting in her cunt, the pulse of her clit driving Sakura nearly insane. And if that didn’t, the sight of Naruto so dedicated to her pleasure would. His longer bangs nearly shielding his eyes entirely from her, but she could see them with the movements of his chin, peeking out but stuck on her cunt like he was possessed by it. 

His mouth surely made it seem so.

It was like he was trying to reshape what the word ‘sexy’ meant to her — and it was working at a fantastic pace.

“Naruto, oh fuck, what the hell? You’re way too good at this, ngh, driving me fucking crazy!”

Naruto hummed, his eyes flashing up to catch her own, and even though his mouth was hidden against her cunt, she could tell it was a pleased expression on his face. 

Like he wanted to reward her for her praise, he finally put his mouth on her clit and it was a revelation. The cold metal tapping on her throbbing clit as his hot, wet mouth sucked and sucked. He was sin, merciless and he tried to destroy her lived experiences of what an orgasm was.  

“Please, please, oh Naruto, oh f-fuck!”

Sakura gripped his hair, Naruto’s eyes watching her now as she pulled on it, his grip loosening up so she could ride her cunt against his face. Metal and mouth working her nonstop. 

“Oh fuck me, fuck me, I-I can’t, I, oh, oooh!” 

Sakura knew she was making strange sounds, high and near delirious as she came so hard she felt like her soul escaped her body for a moment. Stars exploded behind her eyes, her thighs shaking around Naruto’s head, clamping down on him as she shuddered and came. Naruto’s hands rubbed over her hips, coaxing her through with kisses on her clit, the metal of his piercing making her cry out, her hips trying to twitch away from his touch.

She was breathing heavily when her vision finally cleared, Naruto having wiped off the arousal that had doused his face and he was undressing. Sakura propped herself on her elbows to watch him.

Naruto noticed and grinned at her, his thumbs hooked underneath the waistband of his boxers, the material tented to an unbelievable degree, giving Sakura a hint of the size behind it.

“Ready?” He asked and she nodded, her mouth feeling too dry to speak and her stomach clenching with anticipation. Naruto teased her by pulling his boxers down slowly, letting the waistband catch against the tip. There was a bit of tension, pubic hair being exposed before cock, and Sakura started whining right before it finally sprung free. 

“Oh my god…”

Long, fat, and uncut, Sakura almost stopped breathing as Naruto began stroking his heavy cock. It was like he was modeling it for her, showing off its nice tanned colour, his fingers circled down at the base where the skin was even darker. He was so hard that his tip poked out against his foreskin, hot red and leaking precum that had the skin glossy. When Naruto tugged down, it pulled his foreskin back, showing Sakura just how fat the head was. 

It was a truly obscene cock — large, burly and thicker than any woman would ever need, but if that wasn’t enough, Naruto had more to show her. She whimpered as Naruto gripped the base of his cock and tilted it up, showing her what was underneath. 

Five silver bars that were pierced through the bottom of his shaft with balls at each end, spaced out as they climbed up the length of him like it was a ladder.

And when he pulled his foreskin back this time, showing off a sixth piercing at his frenulum, Sakura moaned.

“Hmm, I take it you like my last piercing, huh, Sakura-chan?”

She nodded and Naruto huffed out a laugh as her eyes refused to move from the way his hand was working his cock.

“Can I…can I touch it?” Sakura would have cringed at how virginal that sounded if she weren’t so hypnotized by those silver balls, jostling slightly as Naruto stroked his cock. He released his cock to finish kicking off his underwear and then crawled toward her. Sakura sat up on the bed, leaning toward Naruto and he took her smaller hand in his large one, placing it on his cock. 

Underneath her palm, he felt even bigger than he looked, and she gave him a few tentative strokes, her grip gentle as he fingers wrapped around the piercings. Naruto’s throat bobbed at her actions, and then made a delicious sound from the back of his throat that had Sakura pressing her thighs together.

“Don’t be shy,” he said, his voice raspy and his eyes dark as he watched her touch his cock. Sakura glanced at him for a moment, her teeth digging into her bottom lip before she nodded. She rubbed her thumb over the bottom of his shaft, pressing lightly against the way the bars ran underneath the skin. Naruto hummed in encouragement and then Sakura ran her thumb over the balls that protruded out, first running up the left side and then down the right. “Havin’ fun?”

“I can’t believe you got this…it’s so…I mean…”

Sakura struggled to push out a coherent thought, the size of Naruto’s cock and those damnable piercings sapping her mental capacity. She rolled his foreskin back, her thumb brushing his frenulum and then tapping against the balls of the piercing there and Naruto moaned.

“Hey, Sakura-chan, you know these ones aren’t just for looks, right?”

“Huh?” Sakura’s head snapped up to catch Naruto’s eyes, even as her hands continued to toy with his cock.

Naruto grinned, sly like he knew something she didn’t. “These ones can increase the pleasure of my partner when we fuck, y’know? Can I show you?”

It was like she was caught in a genjutsu, the way Naruto’s voice, dark and delicious like she never knew it could be, dragged across her bones and entranced her. His eyes had become discs of blue, blown pupils crowding out his irises and screamed his want for her. Sakura heeded their call, lying back on his bed and parting her thighs for him, the skin painted across with fresh arousal.

“Yes, please.”

Naruto settled himself between her thighs and Sakura kept her legs back near her body as he teased her folds with the tip of his cock, letting her arousal drip over it.

“You know, right? That I’ve always wanted you. Wanted you just like this, Sakura-chan.”

Sakura swallowed, ignoring the weight of his words and instead focusing on the weight of his cock as he slipped it up over her mound. His thumb pressed down on his length, pinning it against her body. Sakura moaned at the sight of him, looking huge against her petiteness, his cock spanning across her stomach, his tip clearing her belly button. Naruto rocked his hips gently, back and forth, and the metal balls on the bottom of his shaft rolled against her skin, a strange pleasure that pulled an airy sigh from her lips. 

“Naruto...Naruto please. You’re teasing me when I’m like this? Can’t you tell how bad I need you? I’m going to fucking ruin your sheets with how wet I am!”

“Fuck,” Naruto moaned, the muscles of his abdomen flexing, even as his eyes stayed glued to the sight of his fat cock against her small body. “You’ve got a nasty mouth on you, don’tcha, Sakura-chan? I fuckin’ love that y’know? But give me one second, please, lemme enjoy this. It’s like a dream come true.” 

“Naruto...”

His words were filled with adoration and they made the butterflies return to her stomach, Sakura unable to meet his eyes so she watched his cock instead. Naruto moved back on his haunches, his cock sliding back to the tip against her mound. He pulled back the foreskin and tapped his exposed tip against her clit. Sakura whimpered and that turned into a cry, her brain blanking out for a second as the cold metal of his frenulum piercing kissed her.

“Oh my god, please, what are you doing to me?” Sakura nearly sobbed, her body aroused to a state she’d never felt in her life, like she’d die if Naruto didn’t stop messing around and fuck her.

“I never thought you could be prettier than I knew you to be, Sakura-chan. But your face in pleasure, fuck, it’s gonna haunt my dreams.”

He finally entered her after saying that, Sakura gasping at the pinch of his tip, so fat, as it pushed into her. She was so wet that it helped him glide into her, the stretch of his cock almost punching the breath from her lungs.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight…”

“I’m not tight, you’re fucking massive!”

Naruto laughed, warm and filled with mirth, his eyes shining, and Sakura wondered if she had been baited by him. It didn’t really matter, she thought, as Naruto began rolling his hips, fucking her. 

His hands were on the inside of her knees, pushing them further as he liked, the angle of her cunt hugging on his cock tighter despite his comment. Naruto was slow and through and it was already a novel feeling, being so full of cock, but the metal of his piercings rubbing against the side of her walls as he stroked inside her was rewiring her brain chemistry. 

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

Naruto was plunging with relative ease to the back of her cunt, hips rocking back until only the tip was teasing her. He’d swivel his hips, the curve of his head kissing the front of her walls and the metal stroking against the bottom. Then he’d push until he bottomed out, doing the same maneuver, grinding right in front of her cervix.

She was completely soaking Naruto’s cock, arousal gushing down her thighs as well. Her toes curled near Naruto’s face as the pleasure rode up her thighs. Her hips rose up to meet his thrusts, to circle and grind against him when he did the same, her hands tight on Naruto’s muscled back, trying to ground herself as she felt herself sinking into another mind-melting orgasm.

“Jeez, you can say my name too, y’know?” Naruto grinned at her, his expression stretched wide, his piercings looking perfect on him.

“Y-you’re so lame,” Sakura stuttered, her hands running up his back to his neck, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. It was lovely, the way their lips brushed against each other, the ring of his lip biting nicely into her own. She rolled her tongue over it and Naruto moaned, kissing her harder, that metal ball stroking against her tongue. 

When she coaxed his tongue out and sucked on it, her tongue running over his piercing, Naruto growled. His thrusts were faster, fucking her hard into his bed, the frame creaking as the headboard slammed against the wall. 

It was like he was taking her pleasure for himself now, pillaging her cunt with his burly cock. 

And she was dripping so much that the sounds of fat cock pushing through wet cunt almost drowned out the rest — sighs, moans, and wood under distress.

Her abdomen clenched tight, out of time with the thirsty pulses of her cunt and Naruto hissed when she bit on his lip, pulling out of their kiss.

“I’m gonna come, oh my fucking — N-Naruto, you’re gonna make me come so hard!”

He looked at her with confusion for a second, even though his hips kept up that devastating pace.

“Huh? You serious? But I haven’t been touchin’ your clit...”

Sakura couldn’t think, couldn’t bite back a remark to him. The heat was running down her spine, flushing over her hips and settling into her cunt. The coil of arousal was so tight, each thrust of Naruto’s cock and that sweet pull of metal against the back of her walls winding her tighter. 

“Naruto, fuck, fuck! I’m coming!” Sakura knew her voice was depraved, disturbed, half shrieking and half laughing as her orgasm exploded over her. Naruto was caught off guard from the sudden tremoring of her walls, trying to milk him to completion.

And she succeeded, Naruto swearing as his thrusts became sloppy, groaning loud as he came inside of her. It was hot and sticky as he flooded her white, Naruto’s face hovering over her own, their noses almost brushing with their breaths.

“Y-you really liked the piercings, huh, Sakura-chan?”

She laughed, cupping his face and kissing him, teasing his lip ring before pulling back with a smile on her face. She was still pulsing gently around his twitching cock and her kiss hadn’t helped, Naruto jostling inside of her as he chased her lips again.

She sighed, caressing his face when they finished making out. “Fuck, yeah, that was insane. I don’t usually...well I never really come without touching my clit.”

“Yeah, yeah, that was...wow.”

They both laughed at Naruto’s astuteness, a joy humming underneath Sakura’s chest at Naruto’s smile. He kissed her one last time before he gripped his cock and pulled it out of her cunt.

“Oh fuck me...” Naruto moaned, staring between her spread thighs and she followed his gaze. Her cunt was flushed and her entrance gaped from his size. The metal at the bottom of his shaft had pulled out more cum than usually would have escaped from a regular person pulling out and it ran down the inside of her thighs like a white waterfall.

“You’re still hard, really? After coming that much?” Sakura gestured to the cum that leaked out from her and stained her skin, Naruto smiling sheepishly at her. His eyes flickered between her messy, swollen cunt and her amused expression. 

“Sorry, but seein’ you like this...I mean sayin’ this is better than my filthiest dreams ‘bout you is really undersellin’ it.”

Sakura rolled her eyes at him even as her skin burned with a new blush. 

His cock was filthy with their combined mess, frothy over his length and clinging to the metal of his ladder piercings. Sakura rolled to her front and crawled toward him, gripping the base of his cock.

“Sakura-chan?”

“You got me off with your mouth, let me do the same,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes as she kissed the tip of his cock.

“Oh, fuck, you don’t gotta —”

“Of course I don’t have to,” Sakura huffed, pulling back his foreskin and running her tongue over his frenulum piercing. Naruto moaned as he watched her, eyes blue and dark like the depths of the ocean, his mouth open in a pant. It excited her, sending fresh pleasure through her system and she suckled on the tip of his cock, popping off with a pwah. “I want to do it, and you’re going to sit there nicely while I clean this cock.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She purred against his cock, her tongue lapping at him like a cat as she cleaned his tip completely. She pulled back his foreskin to run her tongue across the rim of his head and collected the mess that was there too before swallowing.

“That’s so sexy, Sakura-chan,” Naruto whimpered, and Sakura was sure he’d ruined her brain chemistry about what turned her on for the rest of her life.

Naruto’s hand came to the back of her head, not pushing on her but urging her and she acquiesced, her eyes synced with his own as she took his cock into her mouth. He was big and she knew, at that moment, she wouldn’t be able to deepthroat him, but she worked as much as she could. Gagging and choking a little bit, Naruto’s eyes widened in panic until Sakura caressed his inner thighs, one hand fondling his balls. Her bottom lip would catch against one of the higher piercings on his shaft and then her tongue would trace it, swiping away any of the cum that was stuck there.

“Oh Sakura, mmm, Sakura,” he moaned her name like it was a sacred mantra, lips worshipful around each letter of her name. Her heart tapped against her chest like a rabbit’s foot, her flush growing down her neck. She pulled off his cock to reach the piercing she couldn’t with her mouth on his cock, licking up and down each side of the metal balls, sucking gently against the ones that were filthier. “S-Sakura, wait...Sakura-chan.”

She went back to his tip, taking it back in her mouth, wondering how much she would be able to take down her throat. Her cunt suddenly clenched around emptiness when Naruto yanked on her hair gently, pulling her off his cock. 

“Hey!” She glared up at him, biting her lip to prevent herself from asking him to do that again. 

He’d already shown her too many new things today.

“Sorry.” He grinned at her. “But I wanted to show you the best way to feel the piercings when we fuck.”

“Best way? That wasn’t it?!”

Naruto shook his head with a small laugh, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair, a bead dropping down from his temple over the whisker-marks on his cheek. 

God damn it, he looked so appetizing he could say the sky was purple and she’d agree. 

She supposed she could learn one more thing today.

“Okay, show me, Naruto.”

He reached for her, easily manhandling her into the position he wanted, turning her over onto her hands and knees.

“Doggy?” She asked looking over her shoulder and he hummed with a smile, his hands rubbing her back. “Are you sure this isn’t because you want to stare at my ass while we fuck? You’re not very obvious around me, you know that right?”

“That’s a big plus for me, I’ll admit, but trust me. This is for your pleasure.”

“Hmm.”

Naruto pressed down on her lower back while he tapped on the inside of her hip. “Arch your ass up for me baby, face down, that’s it.” 

Her knees pressed deeper into the mattress at the angle he wanted, her face on top of her folded hands.

“It’s stupid sexy how you’re shakin’ your ass for me.”

“Oh my god.” Sakura froze, not realizing what she was doing and Naruto laughed from behind her.

“You don’t halfta stop, Sakura-chan I was lovin’ the view.”

“Can you shut up and fuck me already?”

Sakura didn’t have to look back to know he had that arrogant, sexy, smirk on his face and instead of feeding her his cock, two long fingers entered her instead.

The intrusion was nice, but not what she wanted. “What are you doing?”

“Shush, this is your fault. You came way too fast last time, I need to go searchin’.”

“Came too fast! Oh you asshole, I’m going to — oh!” 

“Ahhh, there we go. Nice and shallow, mmm.” His fingers were brushing with increasing confidence over her g-spot, her hips circling around trying to ride them deeper and she whined when he pulled out instead. “Patience, patience. I’m gonna blow your mind, Sakura-chan.”

She growled at him and he laughed, his cock teasing her folds now, his hands on her hips stopping her from fucking herself back on him.

“Relax, relax.” Naruto entered her slowly, that beautiful stretch, and he tilted his hips a little bit, finding exactly what he wanted.

“Oh, oh my lord,” Sakura moaned, her eyes rolling back as Naruto started pounding her. The ladder piercing on his shaft rubbed against the front of her walls with each stroke, at least one always finding her g-spot, and she was often hit by several in a row. “R-right there, holy shit, Naruto!”

“The good part of these piercings,” Naruto grunted as he thrusted into her, his hands on her hips greedy and tight, squeezing the flesh between his fingers with a bruising grip. “Is that I don’t gotta be so precise, y’know? I can just fuck you like an animal and I’ll probably get lucky with it brushin’ right where I want.”

Sakura was only capable of sobbing and moaning, biting into Naruto’s pillow for a modicum of relief from the pleasure he inflicted on her. Fleshy smacks as his pelvis slapped against her ass and it bounced from the impact. This wasn’t the slow, through strokes from before. He was beating against her ass, fucking her like wanted to mate her, mixing her name between fucks as his piercings strummed over her g-spot.

It was devastating, her cunt dripping down her trembling thighs, her toes and fingers curling against the bedsheets, and her clit aching.

But, unlike last time, Naruto refused to leave it untouched, his hand sinking around her front, his fingers circling her clit. “Ain’t no way I’d forget this time, Sakura-chan. Is this what you like? Yeah I can tell, you’re clenchin’ around me so sweet. Fuck, that’s it baby, come for me.”

It was impossible to last any longer, her brain soaked in arousal, her body flushed through with it, hips almost giving out as she broke. 

And there was something else there too, a gushing wetness that went so far beyond anything Sakura had done before, so wet she was scared she pissed herself.

“W-what the hell did you make me do?” Sakura whimpered as she flopped to the side, away from the mess she had made on Naruto’s sheets. His cum was leaking out of her and she looked at him, his wide eyed expression as he stared at the huge wet stain on his bedsheets. “S-stop staring at it, Naruto!”

“Holy shit, holy shit!” Naruto started laughing hysterically, shaking his head. “I made you squirt...do you do that a lot?”

Sakura grabbed his pillow and smacked his head with it. “I’ve never done that before in my life!”

He laughed harder, reaching for Sakura and pulling her into a hug, and she struggled for a moment before relaxing into his grasp. Their bodies sweaty, messy and dirty pressed against each other, but she was so high after her orgasm it barely made her feel gross. 

“Best thing that ever happened in my life,” Naruto said, looking into her eyes. Sakura’s heart at her throat.

“M-me?”

“I was talkin’ about these piercin’s. But yes, you too.”

Naruto kissed her before she could deck him across the face.

[kolbisneat]

MONTHLY MEDIA: January 2024

I know folks say January feels like a long month but it kinda felt normal to me? I dunno. Anyway this is how I spent the last 31 days.

……….FILM……….

Asteroid City (2023) The artistry is top notch and spoke the loudest but I feel like I'll need to watch it a couple more times to take in the quieter voices. I can't tell if it's me or specifically this film, but it felt...sadder than Anderson's other work?

Saltburn (2023) A lot of false starts, or rather a lot of pivots from what I thought the movie would be. And then also a lot of false endings? I dunno. I found the whole thing...indulgent (take that for what it's worth). A lot of beautiful and memorable imagery.

Spice World (1997) Technically a New Year's Eve watch and a great way to wind down 2023. Truly a wild ride and so many great cameos. And for anyone who doesn't know the Spice Girls I actually think it'd be a pretty great introduction to them.

……….TELEVISION……….

Delicious in Dungeon (Episode 1.01 to 1.04) Digging this adaptation so far! If you haven't heard me ramble on about how great the manga series is, this is your chance to see if you dig the tone and concept.

Daisy Jones & The Six (Episode 1.01 to 1.10) Gotta love the Fleetwood Mac fanfic. Feels both familiar and wholly unique and the brief documentary-style character moments are a lot of fun too. I strive to be Warren the drummer.

Blue Eye Samurai (Episode 1.05 to 1.08) Really great season of television. The last episode stuck the landing in an unexpected way and while I didn't looooove it, I respect it. Still suffers slightly from "just wait til next season" but one misstep amongst a season of perfect steps is okay by me.

The Crown (Episode 6.07 to 6.10) Having not watched the rest of the series (outside of a few eps of the Diana-centred eps this season) I really found the finale...moving. Elizabeth and Philip really do feel like the end of an era.

……….YOUTUBE……….

This Candyman Makes a Wonka-Style Candy Feast | WIRED by Wired Certainly didn't realize how interested I'd be in the process of making candy, but here we are. Really great breakdown and watch it if for no other reason than to learn the backstory behind the "drops" in "lemon drops". VIDEO

How YouTubers Can Avoid Burnout by Extranet Shaquille While specifically talking about YouTubers, this succinctly captures my approach to working in the creative industry: push yourself but not for the sake of exponential growth. Any creative could benefit from hearing this alternative to those pushing the grind mindset. VIDEO

……….READING……….

Full House by Zeke Masters (Complete) Picked this up randomly at a thrift store and it didn't disappoint. Not quite as horny as I expected an "adult western" to be, but that's okay. An easy read and if I see more of "Zeke's" books I'll definitely pick them up.

There Is A Tide by Agatha Christie (Complete) Plenty of twists and I think it all played fair as everything Poirot revealed made me think "oh yeah that was mentioned earlier". Great introduction to Christie's work and excited to pick up more!

Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands by Kate Beaton (Complete) Heart-wrenching. Such a deeply personal reflection and perspective on Canada's relationship with oil and the people who take it from the ground. While the entire read is a blend of very fun and deeply sad, I found the written epilogue to contain the biggest gut punch. Should be required reading for anyone who drives a car.

Richard Stark's Parker: The Score by Darwyn Cooke (Complete) It's incredible just how cinematic Cooke's work is. So much style and substance with such little brushwork (and only two colours)! If you haven't read any of the Parker retellings then know each pretty much stands on its own and are all worth checking out.

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 3 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) Really enjoying this reread while also catching the Netflix series! It's interesting to see the little details peppered in that really shows the whole thing was developed from the beginning. Go watch the show and if you like it well enough then the books are, as cliche as it is, even better.

……….AUDIO……….

God is Dead by Twin Temple (2023) Satanic doo whop? Heck yeah. Their first album was great but something about this follow-up really clicked for me. Maybe it's the the track "Be a Slut (Do What You Want)".

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) My Tuesday crew is knee-deep in Ozian politics. They're allied with a few different parties and many of those parties are in conflict with each other. Classic. Anyway you can read all about their antics here!

And that's it. See you in February!

[solunstell]

Artistic life sucks rn. I am out for summer break so I'm pretty lethargic cuz I don't remember or am too lazy to take my medicine, so no energy to art. And when I do, I can't. I can't do traditional cuz the lights in my room are terrible, and the only other option is to go outside and sweat on the page and have a heat stroke. And I can't do digital because my computer is on the other side of the room as air conditioner, so heat, and my tablets cord is bad. It's been bad since like a month or two ago, and I didn't realize til now that's what was wrong cuz I can barely go over there for more than a couple of minutes before getting hot and frustrated (and, for me, frustration easily makes me overstimulated). And my phone data is too slow for the payment to go through to buy the new cord, so it'll be at least a few days before I can buy it. Then I gotta wait for shipping. And then I'll still have the heat.

When the cord does get here, either I'll have moved out already and gone to the dorms AND HAVE BETTER AIR! or I'll have my dad help me move my desk to in front of the bathroom door (we never use that door, and won't for a long time).

Anyways, when I get back to art again, it'll probably have a quality drop due to lack of practice. And it'll probably never be as often as it was during high school, but probably like single digits of my followers were around when I was in high school lol.

I haven't been on tumblr much, but I've been active on reddit. I am starting to lose my hyperfixation on bsd, and I'm not sure what's gonna be next. I am a bit hyperfocused on satoru, suguru, and toji from jjk, but not to the extent I was with bsd. I've been reading a lot of shorter mangas when I have high speed data, but none of them are popular enough to become a hyperfixation. Feel free to talk about manga with me I love to ramble!!!

This is just a ramble/update. In other news, I've been enjoying playing stardew valley. I just gave Elliot a bouquet. I have one item left for the community center that I have to wait for summer for unless I can snag it from the merchant fellow. My favorite character is probably shane

Anyways, final note, free palestine, and vote blue.

[alwastakenofc]

hmmmmm so ! lesser-than-before rant incoming :)

i’ve been playing this game on my phone for the last 3ish weeks bc i’m tryna get $80 from getting to “grand sultan” level thru this app that gives me games to download and rewards me for playing them/hitting checkpoints and stuff idk it’s rly cool but that’s besides the point ! so i figured i would Bounce after the month is up bc like it’s just a gimmicky pay-to-win kind of game where if u don’t keep up daily u fall behind, BUT there’s also a Huge player base for the game (which makes it fun but also gives it that rly insanely competitive edge that makes it hard to miss days without feeling like ur behind). so one of the things i had to do was join a union/guild where i am partnered up with ppl like the guild leader and co-leader and elites and others members ya know? and we can do quests and stuff and it just gives u a good boost to everything which obviously helps u level faster ! so i was like “hmmmm maybe ill make one…” but then i noticed ppl talking in the all chat saying how they’re not new, this is their 3rd, 4th, 5th+ server that they’re hopping on bc they wanna start over again, etc etc so i was like “…. nah im not making my own union LOL” so i ended up joining this one that had free slots and rly didn’t like the guy leading it bc he was kinda rude… so i left, changed my name/avatar, and DM’d the leader of this guild i had my eye on in the first place but was full at the time! they now had 1 space free and i had to wait 24 hours to join bc i just left my last guild… so she said she’d save the spot and BAM, i got in! we talked in DMs abt how i left my last guild bc No One except the leader talked and when he did it was to Demand things from us like “Everyone better donate 200 diamonds or else.” and stuff!! lmao

SO. fast forward to now. it’s been about 3 weeks in the guild and MANNNNNN IVE MADE A FEW FRIENDS, THEYRE ALL SO NICEEEEE 🥺 me and a couple other guild members were up til Midnight last night just talking abt life and where we wanna travel and our jobs and education and Everything !! it was so wholesome and nice and so just idk. pure and innocent and Fun to just have casual conversations with ppl that were complete strangers 2 weeks ago, but who ive gotten closer to and now can have those nice long convos with !! and it was all just in the guild chat so anyone could read the next day lol but idc ! it was fun! plus my name on the game is selene which is Not my real name lol i just like the name a lot and it always makes me giggle when they say “lol, i know right selene??” and stuff and im like heh.. yea, das me 😎 idk the guild leader gave me the “life of the party” tag and said she loves my energy and it just feels so good bc i know i am just so cripplingly socially anxious irl and that’s why i can talk so easily online and love talking online so much more. like im still ME, but… not Fully being perceived to a point where i feel uncomfy or anything LOL . it’s been nice

i think imma keep playing after the month is up, i rly enjoy my guild and the ppl ive met thru it :’)

ANYWAYS!! i also think im gonna go to therapy/go to my family doctor to get reccs on therapists and maybe a psychiatrist? psychologist? idk i wanna get evaluated for… well let’s just save that for when i get evaluated bc if i don’t even have anything wrong with me and my dumbass rly gets laughed out of the office by the doctor saying “LUL no u rly just gotta try harder bruh” imma feel like a damn Fool LMAO. BUT yeah. that’ll hopefully be a thing i book this month.

also gonna be responsible and Not over spend on food when i get paid, like delivery and whatnot… but i Will be buying lifetime subscriptions to a couple japanese apps on my phone that i think will be easy access and help me learn japanese to a point of comfortability before i start college again. 😎

OKAY IM DONE WHEW. rant over :)

[kimnjss]

[ part seven of a new series called: ‘clips with context’ - feel free to request your own! ]

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BACKSEAT BUSINESS

jungkook picked you from the crowd with one thing in mind. and he can’t wait to get started, no matter who’s around. // explicit. requested. 1.8k words

warnings: cursing, dirty talk, fingering, slight exhibitionism, taehyung knows exactly what he’s doing, mentions of oral (m. receiving), a smidge of angst at the end... jungkook is spoiled and entitled.

+ this is the first thing i’ve written in like a month, so if it’s trash go easy on me... i need to get used to writing again lmao

“kook's always gotta find a girl,” yoongi says with a roll of his eyes, words falling on deaf ears as the other six guys chat loudly about who's going in what car. plucked from the crowd toward the end of the show, you had no idea that the singer had spotted you. just assumed the extra time he was spending near your section was pure coincidence. imagine your shock when security was escorting you backstage.

he barely spoke when you were presented to him, just gave you a once over before waving off the man that had brought you. he's dropping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the couch in the middle of the room. you're tucked into his side the entire time they stand around talking. he's not listening and you're too starstruck to chime in. although, you wouldn't have much to say on the topic.

they were deciding car sharing arrangements from the sound of it. the seven gorgeous men you had watched dance and sing their hearts out on stage, stood right in front of you, paying you no mind.

jungkook sits lazily spread out on the couch as if they're not discussing him not even ten feet away. the tips of his fingers have started drawing light patterns against your naked shoulder, causing goosebumps to lift. his words come as a whisper against your ear: “you look so good in your little dress...” middle finger tracing the hem of it for emphasis. “i can't wait to take you home with me,”

 he notices the flush that rises on your cheeks at the end of his words., a smirk playing on his lips as he leans down. his lips are soft, warm against the clammy skin of your neck. at first, he lands light kisses on your skin – testing the waters... then all of a sudden his tongue is pushing out, rolling over a very specific spot before he's sucking that bit of skin past his teeth. you're letting out a gasp in surprise, hand shooting down to clutch his thigh as your eyes widen.

the sound pulls taehyung's attention. it's the first time he's looked at you and yes, he's just as intimidating up close. not a hint of what he's thinking is behind his stare and it has a thump of anxiety growing in your chest. you're just about to start full-on squirming when the corners of his lips lift into a small smile. “i'll ride with them, then. i don't mind.” he says with a shrug and as if that had been the dilemma all along, they're packing up to leave.

all jungkook had done, up til now, was kiss your neck a bit... honestly, you've done a lot more than simple necking – but by the time you're settling the backseat of the tinted window car, you're basically panting. he makes a show of waving off his fans, shouting promises of returning for another show.

as a fan, you're giddy to know that sometime soon they'd be coming back to perform again. as the girl seated beside him, waiting to be felt up – you were quickly growing annoyed... and impatient with his drawn out goodbye. he must sense that the moment he's rolling his window back up because he doesn't waste any time with crowding you.

one large hand laid flat on the center of your stomach while the other pushes your hair on the way, making room for the wet kisses he drags across your skin. it's hard to keep quiet with the way his skilled mouth works. love bites placed so deliberately there's no way you're able to fight the soft hums that fall from your lips. even with the full knowledge that kim taehyung is sat right next to you. like right next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he manspreads... you could smell his cologne for crying out loud!

taehyung's sole focus is his phone, paying no mind to the way his bandmate pulls your legs apart or the way he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. as if it's far from the first time something like this has happened. and that's when it's clicking in your mind. this isn't the first time this has happened. it's routine, he didn't spot you in the crowd and have this unbearable need to be close to you.

he wasn't going to fall in love with you either. he simply wanted you and he was jeon jungkook, he got what he wanted. and as odd as it was, something about that turned you on even more. he wanted you. out of the ninety thousand people he could've chosen from, he chose you. for the night of course, but you were willing to take what you could get.

you're so lost in the fantasies and scenarios you're whipping up in your head, you don't even register the way he's pulled your legs apart. not until you're feeling the nudge of his fingers against your heat through the fabric of your panties. “make those pretty sounds for me,”

he's pushing your panties to the side, just enough for his fingers to reach through and brush against your exposed slit. the moan you let out isn't even all that loud, yet it catches the attention of the man seated beside you. tae tries to be subtle with the way he watches, holding his phone up as if that's where his focus is. it's obvious that's not the case and something about him watching you has a rush of excitement pooling between your legs.

jungkook chuckles fingers making their way to your now dripping hole. he doesn't say much else, eyes on you as he slowly pushes a finger through. and then another. he's moving at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the way you squirm beneath him desperate for more. “you're squeezing me so tight... can't wait to fuck you open.” lips pressed to your ear as he speaks, pulling a desperate whine from your lips.

“jungkook, please...” legs spreading wider for him as your hips grind down into his palm. he's grinning, eyes flickering to the man next to you before he's picking up the pace of his fingers. fucking into you at such a rapid pace, you're not even able to contain the squeal that falls from your lips.

his thumb lifts to meet your clit, circling roughly against it with each thrust of his fingers. he can tell you're close to falling apart, from the way you grip his shirt and the untimed twitch of your hips. “think you can handle one more, baby?” mouth lazily tugging on your earlobe as he speaks.

and you're nodding frantically, spreading your legs wider for him paying no mind to the way your knee knocks against taehyung's thigh. “such a good girl. can't wait to feel you cum all over my dick. you want that too, huh?” three fingers pushed into the knuckle while his thumb slowly rolls your clit underneath it.

he's making you feel so good, you'd agree to anything at this point. which is why you're agreeing to his words instantly, begging him not to wait that long, to make you cum now. and he takes you up on that, pulling his fingers back before quickly pushing forward. the snap of his wrist has enough force behind it to make your hips hit against the seats.

urging you to cum with each push of his fingers, reaching deep enough to just barely brush up against that rough patch of skin inside of you. he doesn't let up on the circle on your clit, adding more pleasure and it's only a few moments until you feel yourself unraveling completely.

your orgasm washes over you entirely, head lulling back while you let out a gasped scream. legs shaking and fingers wrinkling the fabric of his shirt. chanting jumbled syllables that are meant to be his name, judging from the laugh he lets out you're not even slightly close to making sense.

jungkook only pulls his fingers down once you've calmed down completely, lifting the wet digits to show off how your juices glisten in the dim light. and then he's pushing them into his mouth, sucking your taste from them while humming softly. you're watching him, not being able to pull your attention from the way his tongue moves.

you barely register the way he leans down to press his lips to yours, not until the taste of you fills your own mouth. but, just as you're about to kiss him back, he's pulling away. dark eyes drinking you in before he's leaning back against the seats, hands moving toward the buttons of his jeans.

“get down and suck me off,” you're shooting him with a wide gaze, eyes shifting over to where taehyung sits, fake watching the same tiktok on his phone for the tenth time. jungkook follows your gaze, laughs softly before he's dropping his stare back onto you, forehead resting on your temple. “he's not even looking,”

the boner straining against his jeans says otherwise. sensing your hesitance, jungkook tries a different approach, lower lip pushing out to form a pout. the same pout you have saved on your phone over a thousand times. “but, i worked so hard today... don't i deserve a reward?” he's looking up at you through his lashes. “i'll fuck you so perfect when we get to the hotel,” heat pools between your legs at his words.

you make a mental note to end the weeks-long debate with your friends on who's the most spoiled out of the group. it's jungkook, hands down. the youngest in the biggest group in the world, of course, it was him. he expected the entire world to get down on their knees with a simple pout of his lips... which is exactly why you're lowering yourself onto the surprisingly soft car carpet.

--

he does, in fact, as he put it 'fuck you so perfect when you get to the hotel'. from the moment you're closing the door to well after two in the morning, he's inside you. tossing you around, holding you down... fucking you open until your body shakes with overstimulation. and then some more after that. 

he calls you baby, but you're sure it doesn't mean anything. just that he never bothered to get your name. even in the early hours of the morning when you're being woken up by his security guard, ready to escort you out. he tosses his phone in your direction, half awake and telling you to put your number in. you know he won't call as you type out the digits, but you're still giddy that he asked.

eyes still closed as you leave, not even bothering to muster a proper goodbye. and while for you, this night will be a story you tell the grandkids... you know it'll end up being just another blur in his wild rockstar life.

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[tobesolonely]

it’s not christmas ‘til you come home

a/n: hello!! please enjoy this piece from my dad!harry universe! (u dont have to read any of them for it to make sense, but it would be cool if u did! loosely based on it’s not christmas ‘til you come home by norah jones <3 hope you enjoy! thank u to @harryysstyless​ for beta reading for me!! happy holidays everyone :)

warnings: SMUT, a bit of angst <3 word count: ~5.1k 

my ko-fi! thank you :)

December 23rd, 2:00 PM

For as long as you and Harry have been in a relationship, you’ve never not spent a Christmas together. 

Before expanding your family, you and he used to hop from party to party every Christmas Eve. Both of you would be absolutely trashed by the time Harry’s driver would drop you off at his house in the early hours of the morning. You’d sleep in until approximately noon, willing your hangovers to go away before finally making it down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee. The two of you would then make your way into the living room and exchange gifts (where Harry always went way over the budget you’d set). 

Once you had your first child, Allison, your yearly tradition of party hopping and getting so drunk you could hardly put one foot in front of the other was no more. Instead, you and Harry opted for calm nights in, watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa until she eventually grew tired and got carried up to bed. You would wait an hour or so before springing into action, playing Santa and setting out all of the gifts she asked for and then some. Harry never forgot to take a big bite out of the cookie and carrot left out for Santa and his reindeer.

This tradition stayed the same once your second baby, Oliver, was born. Even though he was too young to know what was going on, Harry was still excited to spoil him rotten this year as it was his first Christmas. However, given the current state of the world, you were afraid Harry would not be here for the first time ever.

“Mumma, when’s daddy coming home?” your six-year-old, Ally, asked for what had to be the seventh time that afternoon. “I made him a drawing for his gift ‘nd I can’t wait for him to see it!”

“Let me see what you drew for Daddy, love bug,” you say cheerily, purposefully glossing over her question. Ally proudly holds her drawing up next to her face. She looks up at you with wide eyes, awaiting a compliment from you. 

“That’s gorgeous, bug! Daddy’s gonna love it,” you inform her. “Maybe you can stick a lil’ bow on it and set it under the tree for him, hmm?” 

“Good idea, Mumma!” Ally runs to the box where you kept all the supplies for gift wrapping, digging around for a pink bow to stick on the corner of her drawing.

While she’s preoccupied with finding the perfect bow to place on her drawing for Harry, you take a quick glance at your phone. He still hadn’t gotten back to you since last night’s quick conversation when he very briefly mentioned he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it home.

He was filming in Los Angeles. You shared your uncertainties about him going before he departed but in the end, this was an opportunity you didn’t want him to miss out on. You read the Los Angeles Times free articles on your phone daily, keeping track of the state of the pandemic in Southern California. You knew it was much worse there than it was at home in London. You feared what you were afraid of was sadly bound to happen— Harry may get stuck in LA.

You didn’t want to say anything to your curious daughter because communication with him had been so sparse. You didn’t know anything for certain yet. But what were you supposed to think? You knew flying nationally wasn’t a good idea at the moment, never mind internationally.

“Hey bug, d’ya think you can watch your brother for a moment? Mumma’s gotta go make a phone call.” 

You hear your daughter let out a slightly irritated sigh. “I suppose I can, Mumma.” Ally responds with a voice laced with exasperation. You chuckle slightly under your breath at your overly dramatic (much like her dad) six-year-old and head into the kitchen, quickly dialing your husband’s familiar number.

“Hello?” 

You let out a sigh of relief upon hearing Harry’s low, hoarse voice. 

“Hi, honey. Just checkin’ in to see how things are going…” you hear shuffling on his end. “It’s December 23rd, you know.”

“I know, love.”

“Did I wake you?”

“Six in tha’ mornin’ here.”

“I’m sorry, H. S’just Allison keeps on askin’ when you’ll be home and ‘m just so worried you won’t make it home on time and you’ll miss Oliver’s first Christmas—“

“Darling,” Harry interrupts your anxiety-fueled ramble. “‘M gonna make it home. Have I ever not been there when I said I would?” 

“No,” you say quietly. “I’m just worried, Harry. I hear traveling is going to get very strict because they’re trying to prevent people from going anywhere for Christmas…”

“Fine, then I’ll get my own plane with jus’ me and a pilot. Wear a mask the entire time and whatnot. Yanno I can make that happen if it’s necessary, pet.” 

Harry’s calm demeanor about the whole situation brings you a bit of peace. Perhaps you were catastrophizing something that wasn’t as big of a deal as you thought it was a mere two minutes ago. If he wasn’t worried about not making it home, you didn’t see any reason to stress about it— not for one second longer.

“Okay then,” you reply, still a bit wary of his travel plans. “What shall I tell your daughter? She’s drivin’ me up the walls asking where you are every twenty minutes.”

Your husband lets out a breathy laugh, causing you to giggle along with him. “Tell her not to eat up all the Christmas cookies before I get a taste of one.”

December 24th, 8:45 AM

Part of you was hoping you’d wake up on Christmas Eve and Harry would be tucked into bed next to you, plump lips parted, the sound of his snores the only noise in the room. However, you were a rational woman, if nothing else. You knew he wouldn’t be by your side when you woke up. 

You make your way down the hall and peek inside your son’s room. He was fast asleep, plump thumb in his mouth. You smile at your sleeping baby and gently close the door behind you, deciding to let him sleep in a bit longer before waking him up to feed him. 

Next, you walk to your daughter's room, gently pushing open the door in case she was still sleeping. Instead, you find her sat at her desk, deeply focused on what appeared to be another drawing. 

“Good morning, lovebug,” you greet your daughter in a sing-songy voice. “You’re up early. What are you working on?”

“Makin’ a letter for Santa,” she replies, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. 

“A letter for Santa?” You start racking your brain for anything you and Harry could’ve possibly forgotten to get for Ally, but you finished your Christmas shopping for your children way back in November.

“Yes,” she answers matter-of-factly. “‘M askin’ him to make sure my Daddy is home by tonight so we can eat cookies together and watch Toy Story, Mumma.” 

“I’m sure Santa will make that happen for you,” you reassure her. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, been so helpful with Olly and doin’ so well in school. The least Santa can do is get you whatever you want.” You see her smile as she digs around in her crayon box.

“Can we wait ‘til Daddy gets home to make Santa’s cookies, Mumma?”

“Sure we can, bug,” Ally claps her hands together excitedly, bouncing around in her tiny chair. “Gonna go make some pancakes, does that sound yummy?”

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes please?”

“Are you askin’ me that because your dad isn’t here to throw a fit about it?” You give her a knowing smile, causing her to giggle.

“Maaaaybe…” Your daughter turns to face you, swinging her legs back and forth.

“If I make your chocolate chip pancakes, you can’t tell your dad. Deal?” You hold up your pinky. Ally gets up and runs to you and you bend down slightly so she can link her finger with yours.

“I pinky promise, Mumma!”

“Our little secret, yeah?” she nods. “Keep an ear out for your brother for me, bug. I’ll be downstairs.”

December 24th, 3:00 PM

“Love? ‘M afraid I got some bad news...”

As soon as Harry’s voice comes through on the other line, you can tell whatever news he’s about to share with you won’t be what you’re wanting to hear.

“What is it?”

It’s silent for what feels like entirely too long. You get up from your position on the couch next to Ally, telling her you’ll be right back. After breakfast, she convinced you to watch Toy Story with her, which quickly turned into a whole Disney movie marathon.

“Not so sure I’ll be able to make it home.”

You’re not sure if it’s his calm tone that bothers you, the fact that you didn’t want him to go to Los Angeles in the first place, or simply the fact that you and your children missed him terribly and haven’t seen him in nearly a month–– but your mood changes from relaxed to undeniably outraged in three seconds flat.

“You’re kidding.” Your tone is sharp, venomous. Harry once again takes a moment before responding, knowing that the current tone of your voice means he’d best proceed with caution.

“‘M not, love. I woke up early and everything to try and get this sorted out, it’s 7 AM so I was gonna try and catch an early flight––”

“I told you I didn’t want you going to LA,” you cut him off, voice rising slightly. “You knew how bad the pandemic was getting there. I told you this would happen.”

“What do you suppose I do then, Y/N?” His tone is becoming equally as sharp. “Y’want me to tell ‘em, “Sorry, I don’t give a fuck about the travel restrictions. My wife wants me home so let's make it happen!” ‘S that what you want me to do?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Harry,” you spit. “I’ll give the phone to your daughter and you can tell her you won’t be home in time for Christmas, then.”

“Y/N…” his tone is calm again. Fearful. “Don’t make me do that.”

“She woke up early to write a letter to Santa to tell him she wants you home by tonight, Harry,” your tone softens as well. “Even Olly has been asking for you. Swear his new favorite word is ‘dada’.” He laughs at this as do you, and the shared tension that was present just minutes ago dissipates. 

“Just… lemme try a few more things before I tell her, yeah?”

“Harry, it’s already three here,” you gently remind him. “Even if you do make it home today, she’ll be asleep by the time you’re home. I think you just need to tell her.”

Your husband sighs, knowing you were undeniably correct. “Alright. Give Allison the phone, please.”

December 24th, 8 PM

“Almost time for you to head to bed soon, yeah Allybug?” Your daughter lets out a loud sigh in response, not shifting her gaze from the television to you. Ever since Harry told her he wouldn’t be home in time to eat cookies with her, she’s hardly said a word. She’s never experienced a Christmas Eve without her father so understandably, she was missing him tonight.

You shift Olly, who was falling asleep nursing on your lap, into a different position so you could face your daughter directly. From your new position, you can see just how tired she looks. 

“‘M not sleepy, Mumma. Gonna stay up and wait for Daddy,” she informs you of her new plans. “When Daddy is home that’s when it’s time for bed.”

“Ally, remember what Daddy told you on the phone earlier? Santa won’t come unless you go to sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” she’s quickly starting to grow upset. “Not until Daddy tucks me in!”

You purse your lips, not wanting to argue with your headstrong daughter when your son was so close to drifting off into his nightly milk coma. Turning your attention back to the movie that was quietly playing on the television, you decide to drop it for now and try again later.

December 24th, 9:05 PM

Not more than an hour later, Olly is upstairs in his crib fast asleep whilst Ally is still laying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, fighting sleep. She was determined to stay up until her father walked through the front door, and you knew getting her to agree to go to bed was going to be a battle and a half.

“You’re not ready to go to bed yet, Ally?” Her eyes fly open once she hears you addressing her.

“Not yet, Mumma. ‘M not sleepy yet.” Her words are a little slurred due to the exhausted state she was in. You hum in response.

“Could’ve sworn your eyes just shut for a minute there,” you pause for a second to see if she’ll look your way. “Must’ve just been my old lady eyes playin’ tricks on me, y’think?”

“I wasn’t sleeping!” She immediately defends herself, frown lines indenting her forehead. “Can we drink more hot chocolate?”

You knew if you wanted your daughter to fall asleep within the hour, another sugar rush wasn’t the best idea. You instead offer her a hot cup of sleepytime tea and she excitedly agrees once you tell her it’s her father’s favorite type of tea to drink at bedtime. You place her down on the kitchen counter while you fill the kettle and wait for it to whistle.

“What are you looking forward to the most from Santa, bug?” 

Her eyes light up at your question. “Well, I really want a new bike! ‘Member Mumma? How I asked him for a pink bike? And I also want a cool swing set! Since we haven’t been able to go to the park in so long,” her smile falters and she looks down at her dangling feet. “I want Daddy to come home the mostest, though.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to break in two upon hearing your daughter admit that Harry being home would be the greatest gift of all. “So do I, lovebug. He’ll be here in the mornin’ to watch you and your brother open all the gifts Santa got you though, don’t you worry.”

For everyone’s sake, you hoped that was true.

December 24th, 11:50 PM

Sleep wasn’t coming easy. 

You finally got your daughter to bed at around ten o’clock and waited thirty minutes before laying out your children’s gifts. It took much longer than it usually did considering you had to do it all on your own. Harry was usually the one to quickly assemble the larger toys while you laid everything out around the living room. 

Despite it taking longer than desired, you were proud that you got it all done without waking your children up. Consequently, that meant you were now left all alone with your thoughts considering you had no more tasks to occupy yourself with. 

You kept contemplating calling Harry, but you weren’t sure if he was busy on set or not. Surely he was immersing himself in work to distract himself from the fact he would not be spending Christmas with his family. 

Deciding you may need a cup of the sleepytime tea you offered Allison earlier, you quietly get out of bed and open your door, sock-clad feet padding softly against the wooden floors. It’s unnervingly silent in your home–– the tea kettle coming to a boil being the only source of noise. You keep unlocking and re-locking your phone, finally deciding to call your husband to see how he’s spending his day. It goes to automatic voicemail.

You assume the reason for this must be that he’s busy filming on set and set your phone down with a sigh, standing on your tiptoes to retrieve a mug from the cabinet. You mutter a slew of curse words under your breath intended for Harry who always puts the mugs up far too high even though you tell him not to.

Right as you begin pouring the now boiling water into your teacup, the faint jingling of your front door causes you to startle so badly that you nearly drop the kettle on the ground. You try to think back to everything Harry ever told you to do in the event of an intruder but your mind goes blank from fright. Deciding to use the scalding water as your weapon, you slowly creep towards the door, your only plan being to fling the water on whoever it was as soon as they got the door open. As soon as you hear the lock click, you flick the lid open that covers the spout and draw your arm back.

“Shit––”

“Harry?”

Your husband jumps slightly, his eyes blinking rapidly in an effort to adjust to the dark living room. You reach beside him and quickly turn on the light, shakily letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He looks exhausted, his hair is an absolute mess, and his eyes are red from sleep deprivation–– but he’s home. You set the tea kettle down on the coffee table and fling yourself into his arms, breathing in the scent of the man you haven’t seen in a month. He drops his bags at his feet so he can properly embrace you, pulling you into him.

“Merry Christmas, darling,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays like that for a moment saying nothing, just breathing you in. “Missed ya so fuckin’ much.

“How? I thought…” you trail off. “You said that they said…”

Harry laughs quietly. “Remember what I told ya? I said to ‘em, ‘Don’t give a fuck about your travel restrictions! M’wife wants me home.’” You laugh at him, knowing he was far too kind to talk to anyone that way. 

“Yeah, okay,” you reply sarcastically. You pull him in for another hug, placing wet kisses along his jawline. “I’m so happy you’re home. The kids are gonna be over the moon, especially Allison.” Harry hums, surveying the room.

“Looks like you did a good job in here, Mrs. Claus. See ya even assembled some toys all by yourself,” he quirks an eyebrow. “Were you jus’ pretendin’ not to know how to do it all these years so I’d be stuck with all the hard labor?”

“Maybe.”

He pulls you back into him, tickling your sides. “My sneaky girl,” he bends down so his lips are level with your neck and sucks gently, causing you to let out a quiet moan. You see his eyes land on the tea kettle that was sitting forgotten on the coffee table. “Making a cuppa? Can I have one? ‘M freezin’.”

“I can think of something else we can do to get you warmed up,” you reach for his hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “If you know what I’m gettin’ at.”

“Hmm…” Harry releases one of his hands from your grip and taps at his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Not too sure I can say I know what you’re sayin’. Maybe you should just tell me?”

You frown. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Y’know I’d give you the entire world if you asked me for it. All you gotta do is tell me what you want from me and it’s yours–– ‘m sure you’ve known that since the first day we met, though.” Harry takes a step back, crossing his arms across his chest. Even in his thick winter coat, you can see the way his biceps flex, and it makes you even more feral for him.

“Fine,” you say quietly, feeling yourself start to grow shy under his intense gaze. “I’m kinda... in the mood.” You say it so softly that it would most likely be inaudible to Harry if he wasn’t standing mere inches away from you. Harry throws his head back in laughter and you quickly shush him, not wanting any of your children to wake up.

“In the mood? C’mon, pet,” he uncrosses his arms and reaches for one of your hands. “Tha’s not tellin’ me what you want from me. Tell me exactly what you want, lovie.”

“You know what I want, H,” you tell him with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “It’s been a month. Yanno I want you to fuck me, why are you makin’ me say it?”

Harry gives you a shit-eating grin. “You jus’ said it. I didn’t make you say anything.”

You roll your eyes at his immaturity, already in the process of lifting your nightshirt (one of his old t-shirts that’s become just a little too tight on him) over your head. “Are we gonna get to it or not? Because if not, I’ll just go back to makin’ myself some tea and call it a night––”

Harry takes half a step towards you and reaches up to cup your face, colliding his lips with yours. His lips are a little chapped and taste of his favorite rose lip balm. You feel your body relaxing into the kiss, knees going weak as he walks you back onto the couch.

“You’ve been eatin’ up all the sugar cookies, haven’t you? Can taste it on ya. Thought those were for Santa,” he’s pulled away from you to examine your face. “A bit naughty of you, wouldn’t ya say?”

“Please stop referring to yourself as Santa when we’re about to have sex, Harry.”

“You’re not bein’ very kind to the person that’s about to go down on you, are you?” He sucks harshly on the valley between your breasts, wanting to be sure a deep-colored bruise will appear on your skin later. “That’s okay. It is Christmas, after all. ‘M in a giving mood.”

“Stop talking and get to it then.”

Harry slides off the couch and onto his knees in between your legs, gently kissing your thighs. “Cute pair of undies–– s’like you knew I was comin’ home tonight.” Before you can respond Harry’s fingers are tugging at the waistband of your underwear, eager to get them off of you. He presses light kisses to your core, mumbling about how much he missed the smell of you and how sweet you tasted. 

One hand is resting across your stomach while the other one is in between your folds, spreading you open. You try squeezing your thighs around his head, overwhelmed by the feeling of your husband’s lips around your clit after being away from him for so long, but he removes his hand from your stomach and pushes your thighs back apart.

“Feels so good,” you’re breathless, tangling your fingers in Harry’s hair as his hollowed cheeks begin to suck more roughly on your clit. “Missed you so much. Missed this–– us.” 

Harry pauses momentarily to look up at you. “I know, angel. God, do I know.” He attaches his lips back on you, swirling his tongue around your clit as you  choke back your moans. The hand that is holding you open moves down to toy at your slit as he wordlessly checks to see if you’re okay with his fingers being in you. 

“Please,” you say softly, encouraging his next move. He spits on his index and pointer finger before slowly sliding both of them in you, immediately curling them up. “Oh, Harry. Fuckin’ love when you do tha’...”

“Know you do,” His response is curt, simple. He’s focused on the task at hand–– getting you off. He uses the hand that’s lying across your stomach to rub tight circles on your clit, sensing you’re nearing your orgasm from the way you’re starting to clench around him. “Such a good girl fo’ me, darlin’. Gonna make a mess on my fingers in a second, aren’t you?”

You nod as you try to control your breathing and the loudness of your moans. The last thing you wanted was for your daughter to come down to inspect the source of the noise. “Fuck, Harry.” 

“Come on, darlin’,” he gently pinches your clit, causing your body to jolt at the sensation. “Gimme a good one. A lil’ welcome back gift for me, hmm?” 

Your hips are bucking up to the rhythm of his fingers slipping in and out of you as your orgasm quickly approaches. “Har, I’m close…” it comes out sounding more like a warning than a statement. He moves the two fingers he has inside of you in a back and forth motion, coaxing your first orgasm out of you.

“Tha’s my girl,” he whispers, not stopping his movements even as your back arches as your first orgasm rolls over you like a giant wave. “Givin’ me a good one jus’ like I knew you would. Jus’ like you always do. M’ sweet girl.” As you’re starting to still, Harry pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up to your mouth, instructing you to suck them clean. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can properly lean in to steal a kiss from him and notice a rather sizable tent has formed in his pants. Harry gives you a sheepish grin as he palms himself, hissing from the feel of his palm against his cock.

“Want me to do somethin’ about that?” You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to you, signaling for your husband to sit beside you. He lifts himself from his seated position, stretching his legs out a bit before plopping down beside you.

“Are you offerin’ me a blowie?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Can we skip that an’ you can jus’ ride me instead? Think I’d quite like that.”

“Oh you would, would ya?”

Harry nods and unzips his pants, taking himself out. He licks his hand and gives himself a few pumps. “Still on birth control, I’m assuming?”

You roll your eyes as you move to straddle him. “Only been gone for a month, Harry. Of course ‘m still on it, you goof.”

“Can never be too careful. I don’t think now’s a good time for another lil’ one, do you? Think we should at least celebrate Oliver’s first birthday before we try for another one.” His hands are on his hips as he lines you up over his cock, helping you slowly sink down. You missed the burn of him which was even more intense than it usually was considering it’s been a while since he’s taken you.

“I think you’re right,” you reply. You rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust to the size of him, needing to take a moment to yourself before attempting to move. After a short adjustment period you begin rolling your hips, grinding against him in a way that was also bringing pleasure to your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your last orgasm.

Harry’s eyes are fixated on the way your breasts bounce in front of him, the way your stomach slightly jiggles each time you crash back down onto him. His lips are caught in between his teeth; you’re hoping he doesn’t break any skin so you don’t have to hear him whine about how badly the bruise hurts him later.

“Ridin’ me like your life depends on it,” Harry mutters. “Fuckin’ love takin’ you like this, angel. So fuckin’ deep.”

You simply hum in agreement, brain far too foggy to form a coherent sentence. Harry notices your movements starting to become smaller, lazier, so he puts his hands on your hips and decides to take over. He’s thrusting up into you like you’ll up and run away from him if he doesn’t give it his all. He cups your face with one hand and gently guides you towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your lips.

“Fuck, H,” your eyes are squeezed shut and your wrap your arms around his neck, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching. “Rub my clit please, almost there.”

Harry’s fingers immediately come down to rub at your slick nub, not faltering his relentless pace in the slightest. “Clench around me again, lovie,” his voice is higher than usual, whiny, and you know your husband is just as close as you are. “Love when you do tha’, jus’ need you to do it one more time.”

You do as he wishes once more, knowing once he cums you’ll be directly behind him. Harry lets out a string of expletives as he releases inside of you, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rides out his orgasm. You continue riding him, not slowly down as you chase your own release next.

“Harry,” you’re in a trance-like state, chanting his name over and over as you bring yourself over the edge. “Harry, fuck!”

“That’s my good girl,” he says quietly, rubbing your back as you rest your head on his shoulder while you catch your breath. You feel him beginning to soften inside of you so you lift yourself off and lay back on the couch, legs still shaking. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes as the two of you reveal in the afterglow of your orgasms, Harry gently running his fingers along your leg.

“Round two in the shower?”

December 25th, 6:42 AM

“Mumma! Santa came and he left lots of toys–– Daddy?”

Harry lets out a dramatic “oof!” as Ally jumps onto him, pulling the covers back. Her eyes are wide and she giggles are Harry pulls her into one of his infamous bear hugs, placing kisses all over his face.

“Mornin’, love bug! What’re you doin’ up so early?”

“It’s Christmas, Daddy! Santa came!” she sits back on her feet, a confused look on her face. “Did Santa bring you on his sleigh last night after me ‘n Olly went to bed?”

“Y’know what? He told me to keep it a secret, but he did,” Allison gasps in response to his news as she processes it, placing a little hand over her mouth. Harry sits up and gets out of bed, scooping her up in the process. “How ‘bout we go make Mum a cuppa before we see what Santa got for you and Olly? Tha’ sound good? Let’s let them sleep for a while longer, hmm?”

As you hear them exit the room you take a second to reflect on how lucky you are to spend another Christmas with you beautiful family before drifting back off into a deep, albeit short, sleep.

[commando-rogers]

my hobbies include finding illegal copies of scripts as soon as I get cast to read every single line and find out exactly what happens and I GET PRETTY DRESSES AND A BIG ROMANTIC KISS AT THE END AND ROMANTIC DISCOVERY AND ANGST AND SHSKDHLAHDLAHDK fuck i don’t even know how long it’s been since I’ve played a real romance I’m so excited and I get to wear pretty period dresses fuck I’m SO EXCITED rehearsals won’t even start til next month and the show isn’t til JANUARY but I don’t care omg

and it’s only an 8 person cast and it’s 5 women 3 men and I get lots of scenes w every character tbh so hopefully some bonding moments w people??? at the very least I get to act with lots of people and experience lots of different types of relationships and interactions and iakdhskdjwk

ya girl is a lead yay

it’s just a small scale community play but whatever the experience will be great and I know I’m fooling myself when I say I’m ready to really jump off the deep end I can’t afford it and I’m not ready so this is perfect for the next few months I can’t wait

and British accents!!!

and DRESSES

oh and I get to sing a little!!! and play the piano!!!

though my character is like a piano virtuoso who plays multiple Beethoven pieces throughout the play and I…. am very good at chord progressions

so uh theoretically they’d be using tracks and a prop piano anyway but regardless I def gotta practice to at least look like I know what I’m doing and hey I’ve got til January so maybe I can learn a few pieces!!!

[jj-babebank]

Room 107 // chapter II // JJ Maybank (smut)

The story picks up where season 2 leaves us.

TW: Contains mentions of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and violence.

CHAPTER ONE can be found here.

Chapter 2 - La Realidad

The lobby was surprisingly big and it matched the interior of the diner to a T. Everything was rustic and cheesy-looking, mimicking what Americans imagined people in Spain’s houses to look like. The black and white tiles from the diner went on into the foyer, covered in plants. The ceiling was very high and you could see the roof from the middle of the lobby. Four sets of sofas and tables were spread around, but all of them were vacant, much like the ones in the diner.

Samara was leaning against one of the many columns supporting the arches on which the upper parts of the walls were resting, waiting for the group. JJ smiled at her but she didn’t smile back, only turned around and motioned for them to follow her up a wide set of stairs. “Seeing as we’re almost fully booked tonight, you’ll be staying on the first floor,” she said, stopping at the first floor’s landing where a hallway of doors revealed itself, “With me.” The sound of that excited JJ a little too much for his liking. “Fully booked?” John B mumbled under his breath, “Yeah right,” he scoffed. “Don’t jump to conclusions too quickly, friend of JJ,” Samara said, obviously having heard him regardless of the fact that she was a good few feet ahead of them, “There is more than meets the eye down here in La Guardiana.” She stopped in front of a door, placing a key inside the keyhole, “Room 103,” she said, opening the door to reveal a scarcely furnished small room with hideous red wallpaper on the walls and a double bed situated between two Spanish windows, “Obviously only two can sleep here, so who’s it gonna be?” Sarah volunteered first, “Me and John B can have it,” she said, quickly adding, “If that’s okay with you, of course…” “Alright,” Samara said, turning the lights on in what JJ guessed was the bathroom, “This is your bathroom, there’s shampoo and soap in there, I’m guessing you’ll need it, enjoy.” She said, leading the others out of the room and down to the next one, 105. She unlocked the door, revealing an almost identical room to the previous one with the only difference being in the wallpaper colour - it was blue. Kiara and Cleo agreed to share this room, which left JJ with Pope. “And room 107,” said Samara, unlocking the second to last door down the hallway, “It’s right next to mine, how lucky,” she said sarcastically, handing Pope the keys. He ran into the room, laying on the bed with a look of pure bliss on his face. JJ turned to Samara, “Hey, uh, thank you so much again, I-“ “Meet me in the lobby at midnight.” She interrupted him, turning on her heel to walk away, “Don’t be late.” JJ’s pants suddenly felt awfully tight with excitement as he nodded, “Okay!” He said enthusiastically, “But… What time is it now?”

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The good thing about 100 degree temperature was that everything dried quickly. Whether it was hair or clothes or underwear - it dried up in no time. This was exactly why after taking what felt like the best showers of their lives, JJ and Pope washed their clothes and let them air dry on the window sills. Both boys were currently laying in bed in their towels, staring at the ceiling with only the sound of the big wall clock ticking away in the background. “She wants to meet up, you know?” JJ suddenly broke the silence. Pope snickered next to him, “You know what, JJ? I’ve gotta give it to you, man. Even smelly and dirty, you still manage to get the girl. How do you even do it?” JJ smiled proudly, “What can I say? I guess I’m just irresistible.” Pope laughed at his friend’s words. “So what time are you going to her room?” He asked. “Oh, she wants to meet me in the lobby. Probably wants to have a couple of drinks to, uh, you know, break the ice. Little does she know that JJ Maybank is more than just a pretty face and a man of few words,” JJ said cockily, “Come here, baby, I can recite you the whole dictionary” he wiggled his eyebrows. Pope was laughing hysterically at his friend’s cockiness, “What would we ever do without you, man?” “I’ll tell you one thing you wouldn’t have done without me,” he said, sitting up at gesturing towards their surroundings, “Sleep in a bed, at a hotel, for free,” Pope nodded, “Dude, I still can’t believe this is happening, this girl’s practically saving our asses,” “Yeah and you just wait ’til I get a hold of hers,” JJ wiggled his eyebrows once again. Pope scoffed, “What time are you meeting?” “Midnight,” JJ responded, looking at the clock. It was currently 8pm. The sun was still out and oddly enough, the street was beginning to sound a bit more lively. JJ and Pope peaked through one of the windows to have a look at what was happening outside. Sure enough, as the sun began to set, the streets of La Guardiana began to fill up.

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One positive about being a castaway - ending up in a cool new spot where a hot girl was practically giving herself to JJ.

One negative thing about being a castaway - having nothing to wear to impress said hot girl.

JJ was known to be an attractive guy and he knew it. Pulling girls never posed an issue for him back in the Outer Banks, yet here he was, standing in front of the long rectangular mirror in the hallway of his and Pope’s shared room, sighing at his reflection. He tried combing his sandy blonde hair back with his fingers, failing miserably as the soft strands just wouldn’t cooperate and stay in one spot. He looked down at his clothes, the same set of clothes he’d been wearing since that day, and rolled his eyes, throwing his head back in annoyance. “At least they’re clean…” he sighed to himself, tugging at his top. Pope was sitting on their bed, smirking at JJ’s reflection through the mirror, “Is it just me or do I sense nervousness?” JJ turned around to face him, his face expression both sad and annoyed, “This is all I’ve got, it’s not like I can do anything about it.” Pope shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, look at it this way - if she offered to help all of us after having a five minute conversation with you, then she must like you a lot.” Pope’s words made JJ’s lips curl into a small smile. Maybe he was right, why else would Samara willingly offer to house not only him, but his friends too, in her family’s hotel, for free? She must have liked him, right? Right?

The blonde boy sighed as he turned to look at the clock. In 10 minutes he would have to make his way downstairs to the pretty lady who asked him to meet her there, and to say he was excited would be an understatement. He took a seat next to Pope on the bed, keeping him company in watching some baseball game currently playing on their little TV, engulfing the room in light. JJ was tapping his foot on the ground nervously, checking the clock every few seconds, not focusing on the TV programme at all. Time seemed to be passing dreadfully slow all of a sudden. The street in front of their window was now full of people chattering and laughing, there was music playing from several different spots, one melody overlapping with the rest and smells of all kinds were filling the boys’ room, the one of marijuana particularly tickling JJ’s fancy as all he could think about was how much just one, not more, drag would help him ease his nerves before his much anticipated date. Was it even a date? He was so nervous at this point that he decided to just head downstairs without wasting any more time.

The short walk down to the lobby was filling JJ’s already nervous brain with even more nerves. What was he even nervous about? He was never like this around girls. Although, he had to admit he hadn’t really flirted with anyone in a while now, even before the day of the incident. He was so engulfed in mourning his best friend and Sarah, whom he believed to be dead, that he had completely neglected his own needs and fantasies, sex being the one he had pushed to the side the most. The past few months were hard for JJ, what with everything going on in his life - from John B to his dad, to the gold, and now the cross; almost being tossed in jail on more than one occasion, getting into numerous fights, hiding on numerous occasion and not to mention all that running that him and his friends somehow always had to partake in, being chased by anyone and everyone wherever they went. JJ had been so busy doing all of this, he had forgotten how to be a teenaged boy, how to fix his hair, how to talk to girls - hell, he was sure that if Samara took him up to her room, he’d have to have at least three of those whiskeys he drank earlier, just to know where to touch her - that’s how much he had neglected his sex life.

Making his way down to the lobby, he saw her. She was sitting on one of the couches, not yet aware of his presence there, a glass of wine resting in her delicate hands and another one sitting on the table in front of her, presumably for JJ. Her silky chocolate hair cascaded down her tanned shoulders, covering her voluptuous breasts, making JJ gulp. She was wearing an off white dress that seemed to hug her in all the right places and the contrast between her dark hair, bronze tan and the light coloured material made her appear even more alluring to the young boy, if that was even possible. Samara was truly a sight to behold and JJ couldn’t believe his luck quite yet. Somehow all of this seemed too good to be true. People never usually just gave stuff away, it wasn’t in their nature. Being from the cut, JJ was used to only receiving things that he was expected to work for. Good things never came cheap, and the girl sitting before him who had put a roof over his and his friends’ heads for the foreseeable few days, definitely didn’t look like the type who just gave things away. JJ was simply hoping that the wine she had prepared for him would be enough to soothe his nerves before what he imagined would be a night of hot, raunchy sex. He wanted to rip her clothes off and make her whimper beneath him and he was so set on that, that he had turned it into the only logical thing that she could ask for in return for the massive favour she was doing for him. It only made sense, right? She knew he had nothing - what else could he possibly offer her?

“Hello, JJ,” Samara spoke when she finally saw the boy approaching her. He sat down on the sofa next to her and picked up the glass of wine that was waiting for him on the table. “I heard about a certain gold you have,” she simply said, her plump lips twisting into a smirk and her black eyes boring into JJ’s blue ones, “How about I help you get it back and in turn,” she reached for his knee, “- you share some of it with me.”

Uh-oh.

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Ask Answers: January 28th, 2021 (Part 2)

Here we’ve got asks that aren’t to ask a question but are just really nice messages. Thank you all for sending us such kind comments ;v;. It’s seriously heartwarming to see so many people having good experiences with the game. I don’t even know what to say to such sweet responses.

We’ll keep doing our best and thank you again to each and every one of you for giving Our Life a chance ❤!

Hello! I've been following this account and have been following the development of 'Our Life' for a few months now, and I just wanted to say thank you for all your hard work and dedication you have put into the game. It astonishes me how much choice you have during the sequence of Our Life and am excited to play the full version now, I am downloading it as I write this message. I've had a great time seeing the demo transition into to the full game and just wanted to write two words. Thank you.

Anhhhhffbgdfbhujk!!! Congratulations on the release, I’m playing the game right now! Thank you all for your hard work and I can’t wait for the Step 3 DLC to come out, I’ll probably wait for the Step 3 DLC to come out to experience everything, but until then, I still have a lot to play. Thank you once again!

finished my first playthrough just now. it just felt so wholesome ??? 100/10 would do it again. i laughed. i cried. i got angry. i felt second-hand embrassment— i got so into it i was left in literal tears after getting my first ending. the art, the storyline, the music, and COVE HOLDEN– UGH IT WAS LITERAL PERFECTION ❤ THE WAIT WAS WORTH IT. THANK YOU FOR MAKING SUCH AN AMAZING GAME 🥺😭 this made my 2020 better, i can't wait for step 4 in 2021 ❤❤

So I was following you guys on itchio for years and uhh did I stay up til 6 am on a school night to finish the game? Yes. Did I sob my eyes out during step 3 as a 20 year old having doubts about life and adulthood? Absolutely. I can't form proper sentences right now due to lack of sleep but just wanted to say thank you for making it. I honestly feel lighter and I feel like it changed my views on future to be more optimistic... I can't wait to replay it! Thanks again!

I love how Our Life turned out!! I keep replaying it and can't stop squeaking and giggling!! Thank You for creating it ♥

okay i have actually fallen in love with cove and cannot WAIT to marry him 😭

Hi! I played through 'Our Life' yesterday and  I just wanna say how refreshing it was to be able to have Cove be 'high initiative' and also have so many opportunities to initiate affection from the player character! As a pretty flirtatious/affectionate person myself, I notice that a lot of VNs don't give players that agency, and affection can be kinda 'carrot on a stick' if that makes sense. You guys did an awesome job! I look forward to seeing if there are more of those moments in Step 3 & 4 :)

I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by the option to choose Cove's level of initiative in step 3! As much I love the option to choose I personally enjoy have the romanced character take the lead without my input so when I got to step 3 and had to option to make it so that Cove initiated affection without as much input from me I was really happy! You guys seriously added so much freedom in terms of choices, it's almost baffling that the only thing you have to pay for is optional DLC!

I absolutely loved everything about the game and I really want congratulate the team for making the game such a satisfying experience.

I look forward to step 4

❤️❤️❤️❤️

* and sorry for my bad English

Just finished my first play through and I loved it! I've been looking forward to the game and it definitely was worth the wait. Thank you all for your hard work and can't wait for the extra dlc!

Till then, hope you guys gets some well deserved rest🤗

Love you guys, thank you so much for your hard work. :)

Ok, so I just finished Our Life and, wow. I have never cried at a video game before, ever. Thank you so, so much! Its one of my favorites.

this isn't a question, but i just wanted to say how much i enjoyed our life 🥺 i've been patiently looking forward to the full game for a few months now, and i couldn't be happier with it! i've only played through it once so far but the outcomes of the choices i made were all so soft and wholesome 💗 i can tell that everyone who was involved really worked hard and you all did an incredible job! i can't wait to see what else is in store 👍

i’d just like to say how addictive our life is!!! i constantly played it during quarantine and now playing the full release is so amazing to me!! i love that i’m still discovering dialogue bits with different personalities and actions!!! i have to admit that i’ve been wishing the day to pass faster all day during school so i could go home and play again. mentally i’m not the healthiest and our life being released has boosted it up so much, thank you for creating such an amazing game!!!!!

Hey, I just wanna say I played our life two times and it still give me the same feelings. I was really looking forward to this game before it came out and I kept on replaying the demo. This game is such an amazing experience and I feel so happy playing it. I am not really a person good with words unfortunately but I do honestly love this more than anything in the world. Thank you for making it and I hope that you will continue to make more games like our life. This game really makes me happy and I can't thank you enough

Just wanted to say that Our Life really made me feel seen as an 18 year old trans man who's been struggling with change as of late and I can't thank you guys enough for it. I just finished the main story and currently released DLC's and gosh, I can really only say... woah. Just, woah. The messages are somehow exactly what I needed to hear right now, and they brought me a lot of comfort in this really weird and confusing time in my life. Can't wait to see what comes next in this lovely story <3

I am honestly in love with Our Life. The graphics, the soundtrack its just *chef's kiss* It was so worth the wait for it. I can't wait for step 4. Keep up the good work GB Patch!

good people i have just finished Our Life and let me say, it was beautiful. rarely have such non-fantastical moments (and even some fantastical moments) brought me to tears like this game has, and i don't even have the dlc (yet). i don't know how you did it but it felt like i was playing a slice of life anime. i had waited with baited breath to play this since i played the demo and my expectations were not just met but surpassed. from the bottom of my heart thank you for this game

I found the game by chance and I am so so glad I did. It’s so inclusive and made me feel so incredibly seen. Seeing that my gender identity and sexuality were possible just meant the absolute world to me. I’ve never seen something like this and it just made me so incredibly happy. Thank you for the absolutely amazing game and I can’t wait to see what’s next.

Hello! I downloaded Our life earlier this week and I'm only now getting the chance to play it (Very busy and stressful week) I'm so excited to play and I wanna say thank you for making this adorable game!

I just finished my first playthrough of Our Life and I can't even express how much I love it. Cove is absolutely precious and has killed me several times, and the art and soundtrack is beautiful. I love all the small different choices. I'm very interested in the Derek and Baxter DLCs and the rest, can't wait!!!!!!

thank you for "Our Life Beginnings & Always" it has to be one of the best visual novels i ever have played and i just dont want it to end (i know it will, but damn it! i want to have a wedding night, have children and die of old age with cole! XD) when i play it it always makes me tear up (in a good way) and i am most definetly going to buy all the dlc that you make! thank you for this lovely game and all the work that went into it! (ps: i also loved "lake of voices" )

You guys are incredibly talented and im very proud of you all! You've really outdone yourselves w/ OL and i cant wait to see whats next to come for you all :)

i really love that you can be trans in Our Life! not a lot of games do that so i just wanted to say thank you!

Guuyyss!! I just wanna say! Thank you sm for the headscarf option in the MC creator! I especially loved that little detail where MC quickly slips the headscarf on before greeting Cove, I've never felt so immersed :'D Not that the rest of the game wasn't immersive btw, but since I wear my hijab most of the time that little addition really felt like something I would do! So thank you for that <3

I've been watching "Our Life: Beginnings & Always" development for quite some time, and I gotta say its wild to see it finally release. Its so unique in the way relationships work- even character creation. I've cried multiple times over this game while playing. I can't thank y'all enough for a game with these kind of mechanics, and representation. its rare I get to feel im really playing as myself in games like these. Everyones outdone themselves. this'll certainly be one I keep coming back to.

I've been following the development of Our Life from way back when the first demo dropped and it still blows my mind how many choices and customizations there are (love that update for the MC's bedroom btw!) and the fact that the game remembers them - it really feels like your very own coming of age story! I was so immersed I cried at the end :') Can't believe I experienced this game for free lol. I can't wait for future DLCs and Step 4! Good luck with all your upcoming projects dev team!!

Just wanted to say I love Our Life and I'm thankful it exists. Thank you so much! I love the little world you created and all the people in it. Especially Cove! This game makes me so happy!

Just poping in to say hi and that ilu guys ^^, remember to take care of yourselves!

Hi!! I just wanna thank you for creating such an amazing game. Our Life is one of the few dating sims I’ve found that let’s me be a male mc, it’s really hard to find dating sims that let me be gay. Our Life is my new favorite dating sim to just sit down and playthrough whenever I’m having a bad day so I just wanted to let y’all know how much I appreciate all you’ve done. 🤍

Fan from australia here

Just wanted to reach out and let you know how important this game has been to me. I came across it at a really rough time ( that I’m still going through ) and it’s been one of the things that’s driven me to get up and out of bed sometimes.

This game and cove both hold a very special place in my heart and I can’t wait to see more of him in the DLC and Step 4

Much love ♥️

I know this isnt exactly the main focus of the game, but i really love how we can customise the mc personality wise! This is the first time i've played a game like this where the mc actually does and says exactly what I would do and say in certain situations and its such a breath of fresh air!! It's also so cool how the other characters can pick up on it!!

Cove Holden saved 2020 (my 2020 anyways) I would die for him

Sorry for this being out of the blue, but after playing through Our Life I wanted to thank you for the experience. I don’t know if I’ve ever played a game that has made me cry happy tears TWICE lol. It’s beautiful, scenic, inclusive, and absolutely amazing..have a great rest of 2020 and I honestly cannot wait for the rest of it :,) (ps. The ending song is stuck in my head)

I think you guys might've ruined visual novels for me forever. I'm not sure I'll be able to play another without comparing it to Our Life and I know if I do that I'll be disappointed every time because of how amazing it is. I bought the DLCs before playing the base game it's one of the best impulsive purchases I've ever made

Thank you so much for making our life! It's my favorite visual novel ever and I just can't articulate how much being able to just be honest with my responses instead of going for whatever would make the love interest happy means to me? I reccomended it to evry friend I have that plays visual novels because this is the best one I've ever played!

Just wanted to say that I absolutely adore this game! The childhood friends tropes is my favorite thing and this game delivers! Cove is the sweetest thing, infact all the boys are good boys. Super excited for all upcoming dlcs!

Hi, I just want to thank you for making such an amazing game like Our Life. Tbh, I was following the game’s development for a while, but me and my family moved away from my childhood town just a few days before release, so I really connected to this game. You all did amazing!

hey just wanted to know that i completely loved ol: b&a and it was so good and love cove more than i’ve liked any fictional character, it’s now my comfort media. thank you so much

hi i just wanna say i really enjoyed all of the representation in our life b&a! there were characters with a lot of different body shapes, pic characters, lgbtq+ characters, and you get to choose your own pronouns and sexuality!!! so tysm!!

This isn't a question, I just wanted to say that Our Life is incredible. Ever since I finished it, I've been looking for other visual novels to play so I don't play OL so often that I start memorizing the lines before all the DLC comes out, but I keep coming back to it. It's really one of a kind, I think you all ruined other visual novels for me because I haven't enjoyed another VN like I have this one since I read it ❤.

i think our life b&a is the first game where i felt like cove loved me, not the character i play as which is really nice for someone with kinda low self esteem so THANK YOU

I’ve been playing Our Life practically nonstop since yesterday. I just want everyone who worked on it to know how much the LGBTQ inclusivity means to me. As a closeted trans ace guy in an unsupportive household, I can’t emphasize how much of a comfort this game has been to me. Everything about it is so wholesome and heartfelt. I’m excited to see what other games you make in the future 💙

- A demibiromantic ace transgender man who may or may not have cried over the option to be myself in a game for the first time ever

Csn i just say i really appreciate how you handled MC deciding to use they/them at different stages. Mainly because alot of games don't pay much attention to the body the mc was assigned at birth if they player chooses nonbinary like it does with male/female. And it was just nice to be able to play an mc who just thought gender was kinda 'meh' for them but still felt good about the body they were born with (like myself). I guesd it boils down I'm really appreciative of the hard work it must've taken for you to make all those options possible & still have them matter.

I just wanted to thank you all for Our Life. My mental health hasn't been in a good place recently and it has become my favorite form of escapism/way to cheer up. It's idyllic setting and fantastic characters are such a good way to wind down, I love it. Also, I've been dreading 2021 due to classes starting and general stress, but the DLC and your next project have given me something to actually look forward to :). I'm so excited for them and now I actually have a reason to be happy that it's 2021. Sorry if this message is a bit weird, I just wanted to thank the team for their hard work and for creating something so incredible <3

I've gotta say this is one of the most repayable games I've ever played, if not the most. Usually after i do a playthrough or two of a game i have to wait awhile before playing again otherwise it feels stale. But i haven't had that problem with our life because of the sheer ammount of player agency. Everyone who works on tbe game should feel incredibly proud of themselves because you've created something amazing.

I just wanted to say thank you for Our Life. I'm sure you get this a lot, but it really pulled me out of a mentally tough spot in my life. So thank you.

who needs therapy when you have our life: beginnings and always? haha no but seriously this game is my comfort game, and even though i can’t join your patreon at the moment please know i am always supporting you and i am so excited to see everything you have in store! everyone who works on the games is so so talented

All DLCs have nice content. 😡😡

And I love them all!!💗💗💗💖💖💖💕💕💕