#he got them Megan knees

[omegalerc]

ricky have you seen this? https://countingstars-17.tumblr.com/post/698927152906764288/2-minutes-later-charles-showing-carlos-how#notes

oh and whoever is sending you hate, bitch I'm under your fucking bed, I'm in your walls, you will start coughing in 2 minutes you will get fucking rabies and *** a torturous slow and painful *****

EUEGSUZUZUKWWZUGH HOW HAVE I NEVERRRR SEEN THIS… WHAT IS HE DOINGGG.. bring back omegas with shame!!!!!

[ultra-rage]

@graviconscientia

#What a racy ensemble! It's quite fetching.#I have so many questions though.#Are your knees okay?#Are you not terrified that your tits will pop out?#Do you... want them to pop out?#Is there text on the backside of those shorts?#But really ARE YOUR KNEES OKAY???

Okay well

My knees are perfectly fine, i would hope my durable body and handle squatting. I'm pretty flexible. If they do you can put them back if you want. Yeah it says "Sweet Devil" on the back. and 100% they're fine, I could drop low anytime I want and be fine.

[screampied]

‘ BIG OLE FREAK !! ★

𝜗℘ feat. toji, gojo, nanami, geto, choso, sukuna. whipped jujutsu kaisen men who can’t last a second without you or your puśsy.

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, overstim, pussydrunk men, dumbification, ōral (f! receiving) messy eating, car sēx (geto), slight dom choso, manhandling, boob fondling, size kinks, brēeding, phone sēx (toji), fıngering, premature ejac, impact play, dirty talk, praise.

an. thank you megan thee stallion

☆ GOJO: “HE THROW A FIT WHEN I LEAVE HIM.”

“but babyyy,” satoru pouts, pink rumpled lips curling up into a frown once you start to moderater slow your hips down. “hmph. missed you all day today,” and you moan, feeling his hot breath aerate into the inner junction of your neck. he’s so touchy, he’s got two open hands pasted to your active torso as you’re being fucked dumb. as you’re bouncing on his cock, that same canorous drawn out moan that rips from your throat never fails to sound like a harmony. “fuck, don’t go. don’t leave yet. ‘m not done with my pretty girls.”

and as he babbles his pleads for you to stay a bit longer, his hands creep toward your neglected breasts. his ‘girls’ being you and your tits. so rounded and plump. your nipples were all perky and aroused. he just had to skim a fat thumb near your sensitive nubs. as you’re leisurely riding him in reverse, you let off another moan once his reddened tip thrashes repeatedly against your achy clit. “toru, ngh. you do this everytime,” and with each bounce, your brain starts to short circuit. he’s stretching you open so much that your mouth sags open. “fuck, you’re such a brat.”

“your brat, baby,” he coos, correcting you in a sweet voice against your ear. his tone was forevermore cheeky. despite how you were ferociously riding him stupid, he still had a bit of playfulness left in him. vigorously, sharp swats of loose skin smack against each other in desperate hits and you’re feeling yourself start to froth from such elated pleasure. satoru’s broad hands remain cupped on your tits before he squeezes them, licking a wet long stripe near your neck. “but god, you’re so fuckin’ hot. gonna cum jus’ from your voice, angel.”

panting, your hips swivel in a circular rotation before you roll your eyes—hovering the weight of your knees over and into his bulky thighs. “you’d cum jus’ from me breathing, satoru.”

“you know me so well, heh,” the white-haired male sucks against your tender collarbone. so sweet, but even though he’s trying to tease you he’s already about to cum. satoru presses his thumbs into your sides before groaning gruffly. “fuck, i’m not gonna last baby. s- serious.”

“you never last, ‘toru,” you mewl out sweetly, matching the intervals of his pants.

his towering cock pokes and prods in all the right spots of your cunt repeatedly. sloppy strings of slick stick and glue against his cock and your bare ass as if it was some sort of adhesive substance. you grind your hips quicker into him, watching as he leans his head into your chest. with a gasp leaving out of your pursed lips, satoru then grabs ahold of one of your breasts, merrily popping it into his mouth. “ngh, satoru.” you whine, feeling your tender nipple get fondled by his warm damp tongue. within seconds—his licks turn into sucks and his eyes close, savoring the tasteless taste of your breast in his mouth.

with the way you’re frantically bouncing on his lap, you’re barely even steady anymore and he has to hold your tit in place so it can stay in his mouth without slipping out. satoru doesn’t mind though, as long as he gets a good taste.

your knees continue to dig into his thighs as he’s sucking on each of your tits — you whimper, watching as his pretty snowy white lashes flutter close. he’s got the most pussy-drunken grin curving against his face, faint dimples making an appearance near the crevices of his lips. he’s so pretty, you can’t help but wrap an arm around him, holding him close. “s- so good,” he whines, briefly removing his mouth from your plump mounds. with low half-lidded eyes, you watch as strands of thin spit depart away from his lips. he’s so messy, and yet he doesn’t care. satoru catches you staring before he licks near your chin real slow and seductive like. “i know ‘m pretty baby but i didn’t say you could s- stop riding m— fuck.”

he gets crudely cut off by you wrapping a hand around his slim throat, quickening your bouncy hips. satoru moans out a slutty moan and his abs as if on cue, clench and tighten. everything’s so good, he feels like he’s about to break with the way you ride him. he’s in love.

“h- hey, that’s kinda kinky,” he sheepishly says, his cock still thrusting in and out of you. satoru’s just laid back, allowing you to do all the work with your unpredictable hips. you looked so good like this though—straddling on top of him, gradually choking him. he had literal heart eyes in his pupils and your actions only made him ten times more whipped. “shit.”

but you let off a moan once he reached a certain spot after a while. it’s abrupt, and you turn dimwitted almost immediately. satoru ends up getting much closer before you though, because you can tell purely from his body language. with the way your ass circles and throws itself around his pelvis, he’s already done for. that recoil of yours could make anyone hungry for more. “fuck, ‘toruuuu,” you hiss his name, the crude skin slapping of both frail limbs making you bite the inside of your cheek. he’s holding both of your hips before with the rough clashing of rutting bodies, he whines. satoru doesn’t realize he’s cumming until you actually start to feel it pour into you.

it shoots quick into your womb, velvety ropes that make you bite your lip. it’s so so much that you feel hot spurts of it dribble down between your inner thighs. satoru’s panting heavily against your ear, ivory brows curling up together and he’s always got such the prettiest orgasm face.

his mouth remains open and a bit of drool seeps out the cracking corners. you kiss near his swollen lips as he’s dumping yet another load into you. “ughhh,” he shivers, two big hands squeezing your ass for comfort. satoru feels a slimy wad of his cum trickle past your folds and coat onto his base and he stares at it, then at you. he’s got the most feral look in his eyes before he lets off a bashful whimper. “h- have my kids, please.”

☆ TOJI — “AIN’T NOBODY FREAK LIKE ME.”

“c’mon, babygirl. put ‘er on the phone. let me listen,” toji purrs, his voice on the other end of the line raspy yet staticky.

as you sit up on the comforter with your legs prettily sprawled out, you were heavily panting. you missed him, you missed him bad. toji, like usual had work. he never exactly told you what he does for a living nor did you really care to ask. but he’d be away for hours and you couldn’t help but text or call him about your little ‘situation’ whenever you tried to touch yourself. you try to touch yourself in the way that he does but it never works. no one’s fingers could compare to his.

“o- okay,” you swallow, using a thumb to press down against the white speaker button on your phone. pulling the speaker part of the phone down towards your sopping cunt, you grow quiet, letting him get a good listen. right away, you heard the sounds of toji’s heavy breaths. he grows quiet for a good twenty seconds and you’re growing impatient. “toji? are you still th-”

“ah ah. shut the fuck up, baby. ‘m tryna hear my girl,” and you pout, dragging your middle finger down your dribbling pussy. you were a bit overly sensitive, considering. just a few minutes ago, you ended up finishing with the help of your vibrator. his voice was so stern yet you listened anyway. toji feels a strain forming inside the heavy wranglers he wore. you’re so wet, he wishes he was there just as much as you did. toji holds the phone up to his ear before grunting. “spank her for me. tell her i’ll be there real soon.”

you let off another soft moan, bringing a gentle spank towards your weeping cunt. toji hears it all, the sharp contact of your palm that thwacks against your folds goes echoes right through the phone’s speakers. your teeth dig into your bottom lip at the brief pang of pleasure that shortly follows. “toji, please. need you, can’t do this by myself.”

“aw, that’s what you get f’r not waitin’ for me to get home anyway, little girl,” a husky voice replies. you heard the groan trying to wretch from his throat as he spoke. toji was most definitely hard, but you knew more than anything, he hated whenever you touched yourself. especially whenever he wasn’t around, he thinks it’s amusing. “sound so fuckin’ wet though. jus’ pretend y’er fingers are mine, baby.”

slumping back in frustration—you sigh, hearing a gruff cackle follow seconds later. “but i can’t, ‘s not the same, toji. you do it better.”

“damn right, babygirl,” toji snickers, and his voice pitched so deep in a way that you felt yourself throbbing. the creeping timbre that rides his tone makes your toes curl up. you need him bad, it seemed like it’s been years since he’d left but it’s only been just a few hours. by now, two fingers of yours were crumped up in your drooling cunt. you make an attempt at trying to copy how toji usually does it - swirling two fingers around the inside it reaches that spongey texture. you whimper on the phone, invading your gummy walls with twin whirling digits before your pants grow louder against the speaker. “so cute. tryin’ so hard, huh. wish toji was here to spank that pussy right, hm?”

“y- yes,” you chew on your words, chafing trembly pathetic fingers near your needy cunt. you didn’t care how dumb you sounded - you wanted toji to come home. you hadn’t even realized you were now flipped over, grinding against your pillow. technically, his pillow — you were laid on his side of the bed for a reason. in hot sharp breaths, you hold the phone up to your mouth, letting off another elongated moan. toji huffs at your sweet sounds, having to turn his volume down multiple notches due to you being so loud. “toji please, come home. ‘m gonna cum without you again.”

a sly smirk compresses against his lips before he grouses through the phone. “hm. fine, hang up ‘n gimme a sec, baby.”

you didn’t know what kind of trick he had up his sleeve but you hang up. you’re panting so much, it’s almost as if you some kind of dog in hear. your fingers that remain helplessly buried in your cunt felt like they were starting to grow numb. once your thumb presses against the button to end the call, the room suddenly goes quiet.

but abruptly, the front door opens and it’s toji.

you furrow your eyebrows, confused on how he got here so quick but right as you were about to greet him with a hug, he pokes your forehead. “not so fast, baby. y’er in trouble,” and you gasp once he goes toward you, picking you up and tossing you to lie on your chest. with a rude spank, he smacks your ass. “gonna have ‘ta discipline this sloppy pussy all over again. now now, you know the drill. ass up, face fuckin’ down.”

☆ SUKUNA — “NEED YOU TO SPIT MAKE THAT MOTHERF*CKER GLISTEN.”

“tch. can’t hear or are ya jus’ plain stupid, brat? spread ‘em,” sukuna snarls, hovering right over your body.

his dark heightened stare made you gulp - just menacingly looking at you as if you was prey. his prey. crimson red eyes bore into your pretty physique as you left off a shaky breath, slowly spreading your legs apart from him. “good girl. glad ‘ta hear you can follow directions.”

a pout stretches against your lips but that soon switches once his tongue laps against your folds. you shudder, feeling the faint spiky texture of his forked tongue flick down your sobbing cunt in small strokes. from the slit, you’re drenched and he’s been craving a taste for a while. you’re laid back against the mattress whilst your toes involuntarily curl up. when it comes to sukuna, he’s never one to waste his precious time—especially whenever it came to pussy. you let off a whimper the moment he grabs ahold of your thighs, squeezing them in place. “sukuna, fuck.”

you’re met with a rude glower as he’s positioned right between your thighs. he’s moving his head side to side as he creates a long sloppy slurp.

you feel the snapping muscles in your tummy tense as his plump lips then munch against your sensitive clit.

“fuckin’ slut. walkin’ around with a cunt this soaked,” he grumbles in a muffled tone—savoring your sweet taste entirely. your stomach curls up as he’s feasting between your thighs, button tip of his nose occasionally swiping against your slobbering slit. the edges of sukuna’s serrated nails scrap down your skin gently, leaving a few noticeable marks. if it was anything the demon loved to do—it was to mark you, claim you as his. with red eyes meeting yours once more, he growls right against your pussy. “and don’t think about hidin’ those pretty moans from me this time. i wanna hear screams this time, brat.”

“f- fuck,” you whine. using a hand to grab onto the crown of his head, you comb a few fingers through his pink tresses—already feeling the weak pangs of pleasure surge through your thighs. by any second, you just knew your weak legs were gonna collapse. sukuna’s tongue was stupid, swirling everywhere inside of your pussy before his jaw starts to lock right away. “mmm, ‘kuna, spit on it.”

your cunt gets hit with an abrupt smack and you gasp, moaning from the abrupt twinge of throbs before you glance down at him.

“woman don’t tell me how to eat pussy,” he eyes you, voice full of curt. as he’s glaring at you the entire time—sukuna delves two fingers inside your sopping entrance though, scissoring his folds in your core just to watch you squirm. albeit, he does in fact spit on your pussy. it’s a stringy glossy wad, and the way it trails from his pink lips makes you convulse even quicker. sukuna’s eyes remain on you the entire time before he pulls his fingers out, slurping the new lustrous mess clean. “was gonna do that anyway, little girl.”

you almost giggle from his irritation before he playfully bites your clit — you whine, yanking his unkempt strands forward and he groans. “easy on the fuckin’ hair,” he murmurs, and as he pulls his head up a bit for air, you glance at the slick sheet of your own juices streaming down his chin. so pretty, it’s got its own kind of shine. to think that’s coming all from you, you were drenched.

“sorry,” you timidly utter, slumping back against the plump pillows. sukuna rolls his eyes at you in response, creating tender kisses against your soddened folds. with the way your thighs were trembling, it was adorable. you couldn’t stay still to save your life. he was sucking everything out of you, vacuuming all of your juices with just his mouth. the slurps were so lewd and loud that it bounced off the walls. “ohmygoddd.” you squeal, growing more whiny the harder his sucks become. sukuna’s pace of his tongue never falters and every few seconds, he spits against your pussy just to lap it right back up again.

the demon groans, staring at his mess he made. his own saliva pours down your slit and its pretty.

he drags a middle finger down, dipping it inside of your wet folds. the noises you made too were just carnal. sloshes of crying squelches reverberate through his royal chambers and he snickers. how pathetic, getting this soaked for someone like him. sukuna doesn’t care that his jaw tightens and locks. he groans, slowly trailing his tongue everywhere. he even guides it toward your puckering hole that’s drooling with slick too.

“can’t forget about her,” he groans, feeling himself get hard. sukuna most definitely had a boner, he had one every time he went down on you. “fuckin’ sloppy girl. ‘s exactly what you are,” and he moves his tongue back up toward your cunt before starting to tongue fuck you. you moan, still having a hand attached to his hair like it was velcro. “my sloppy girl though. ain’t that right?”

and before you were about to speak again, he spanks your cunt raw, spurts of your wetness slicking another glossy sheet onto his palm. sukuna’s eyes are at your pussy, barely even acknowledging your presence anymore. “keh. thought so. good girl.”

☆ NANAMI — “MY BODY ADDICTIVE IT’S DRIVIN’ HIM CRAZY.”

gentle fawn eyes ogle at you up and down as you’re prettily sprawled out on the bed. nanami can’t help but press a soft kiss onto your forehead as he’s slowly inserting himself inside.

“so perfect,” he murmurs, showering your skin with even more kisses. his lips were tender. you feel the prodding tip of his cock gradually disappear inside of your cunt before you exhale deeply. “mhm, always clamp around me so good. that’s it just relax. eyes on me, gorgeous.”

you look up at him and nanami’s face softens. teasingly, he tilts his head as he sees you biting your lip—making a cute attempt at trying to suppress any incoming moans. “hi, my love,” a gruffly sweet tone utters to you, softly gripping your chin. “there’s those pretty eyes i fell in love with.”

“k- kento,” you whimper, your back involuntarily starting to arch the further he pushes his dick inside. nanami groans, feeling himself being in brief shock by just how warm you were from the inside. whine after whine robs out of your throat before he’s trying to get you adjusted—he’s already starting to feel your slick treacle juices slabber down his lengthy base. it’s a squelching ‘pop’ once he’s finally in and his slender long fingers intertwine with yours. “fuck, kento.”

nanami shakes his head from each swear that comes from your lips. it’s cute. blond brows curl up together before he gently lifts up your leg, making it sling up over his tense right shoulder.

“my my, you’ve got quite the filthy mouth, honey,” and his words were as smooth as silk. as he’s making sure not to be too rough, his body continues to rut into you, respectfully pounding you into the creamy cottony sheets. a thumb of his curls against your bottom lip before he deepens his angle just a tad bit. “m- my love, oh,” and for a split second, nanami’s voice cracks. your cunt’s so good and drenched that he for one was practically speechless. nanami squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. he huffs out individual heavy pants from his full lungs before his hands roam all over your body. you were perfect, his fingers were hot and burning with parched heat - the same kind of heat that radiates against your skin. he’s hovering over your body, tenderly grinding his sharpened hips into you whilst his mushroom tip repeats to thrash against your throbbing clit.

nanami was always respectful when he fucks. missionary was forever his favorite because of the loving eye contact.

he’s stuffing you full of inches while staring right in your eyes, serenading you with a song of all the right compliments. you’d always throb, feeling that same mixture of glutinous slick trickle its way down your thighs. “kento don’t stop, please,” your arms throw around him, using a thumb to strum down his fading undercut. it’s soft, bristles of hair glide against your digit before the screeching squelches of your pussy abruptly snap you back to reality. as the bed wails and dips from the constant jerks and jarring movement - you start to grow dumb. his cock stretches right through you, curling its way into your walls while making its very mark. with the way your mouth was hanging open, he can’t help but silence your sweet forbidden moans with a kiss. “mmph.”

moans, now muffled get poured into his lips as his body continues to shift against you. he’s so warm that it’s almost a burning hot. nanami’s hands gingerly run down your skin, touching you everywhere just so he can feel you shiver from his contact. “i know, i know,” he whispers between sultry kisses, briefly sucking against your bottom lip. his balls were always swollen whenever it came to you. you whine, feeling a few strands of his hair tickle against your forehead—he’s so close. minty breath gets caught by your nostrils as your legs wrap themselves around his waist. “that’s it. jus’ let me love you, let your husband remind you how perfect you are, good girl.”

his words create a school of fluttering butterflies in your tummy. nanami can’t keep his hands off you, literally. he touches everywhere, nipping a few kisses at your skin as he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he’s purring against your nude flesh as you try to match his crazed pace. “kento, ‘m gonna cum. gonna cum, fuckk,” you suddenly babble out, shaking directly underneath him. you were so cute—his eyes soften as you’re stammering about your incoming release. plump soft lips press against your forehead as he’s still sweetly driving his hips into your walls. “please.”

by this point, both lips were departed from each other and he’s got two buff arms resting on opposite sides of your body. the smell of the air in the room was almost too strong. a mixturing scent of sweat and devoted bodies moving together in harmony. he groans into your neck, pressing a few more kisses at your skin. “c’mon, you can make a mess on me,” and he cups your face, witnessing right before his eyes as you’re about to approach your calamitous rapture. it’s like a wave but it’s crashing at full speed. you whine, collected breaths starting to pick up as the crown of his cock steadily thrashes around the shallow depths insides of your swollen cunt. nanami can feel your throbbing intensify and he starts to grow just a bit more relentless with his tempo. “make a mess, yeah. ‘s okay, your husband’s gonna clean you right up like always.”

nanami’s words were so sweet — he’s talking you through it whilst he’s got his hands cupping your face. strangled moans die from your throat before one tap of his cock against that spot was the final straw. your pussy constricts around his thickset base before you whimper. “f- fuuuuck,” a long moan leaves out of you as the build up pressure finally releases. his body lies flat against you as he’s gradually slowing down, whispering all sorts of praises against your ear in a shaky voice as you’re finally coming undone on his weighty shaft. your eyes widen before you bite into his neck, muffling your loud moans as you cream all the way down to his hilting base.

you’re speechless—and with your breath literally being taken away from you, your arms remain fragile, thrown over nanami’s shoulders. again, you’re met with the most kindest fawn eyes and he sheepishly smiles at you, sweat beads racing down the sides of his forehead. “such a good girl. even as a mess you’re still so p- perfect— fuck,”and he chokes up on his sentence, his voice suddenly turning raspy. your cunt grips him tight, never wanting to let go and he grits his teeth at the feeling. mousy dilated pupils flicker back until a flashing color of white could only be seen from his sockets. it was sexy, nanami loses himself for a moment before he slumps into your chest, hiccuping at how he came and sounded so so lewd—so pussy drunken all of a sudden. “oh, forgive me for my foul language m- my love. you really—made a mess out of me too it seems.”

☆ GETO — “THESE WINDOWS TINTED SO NOBODY SAW.”

“that’s my good girl,” geto leans back against the leather driver seat, occasionally using a palm to swat against your ass.

he’s smacking the right cheek specifically, featuring skin against skin sticking amongst each other from the perspiring sweat. he groans at the springy recoil your ass gives him every time before he gives your rear a squeeze. “fuckin’ ride it, yeah. slut this sloppy pussy all over me, sweetheart.”

“s- suguru,” you whine staring deep into his eyes. he’s so pretty, lazily slouched and reclined back with the most smuggest grin on his lips. the only sounds that could be heard in the parked vehicle was the sounds you, your sloppy cunt, and the loud bangs of raindrops that hit against his tinted windows. you continue to grind your hips into him before he spanks your ass again and again. “fuck, ‘s big. you’re always so fuckin’ big.”

“someone complaining?” he raises a brow, although you know he’s just teasing. like always, he’s watching as you struggle to keep up your pace. his fat cock was perfectly tugged into your walls and you felt like at any given moment, he’d split your pretty pussy open. “hm?” he opens his mouth tauntingly, the car’s entire build starting to jerk and judder from the powerful movements. a hand of his cups your chin before he rubs a thumb over your spit-glossed lips. “yeah, no back talk now huh, princess. less talkin’ more riding, uh huh.”

you wanted to roll your eyes but you couldn’t. he’s staring at you and eating up all of your dramatic facial expressions. the way your brows knead together and your lips part — that sweet sweet ‘o’ that forms from your mouth prying open, blissful whines tearing from your windpipe. he’s so thick, it’s almost unfair. the car continues to shake as your bouncing against his dick progresses at a more hurried speed. “s- shut up suguru.”

“ooh,” he hums, teasingly starting to bounce his thigh. even more friction, and both rows of your teeth clench together before you let off a sweet battle-crying moan. right there, his tip starts to smack and kiss up against a stretchy part that’s dug directly into your walls. you feel it and multiple hairs stand up near the nape of your neck. geto watches as your eyelids become droopy and you’re already so dick-drunk. it’s adorable, weak arms of yours toss themselves over his broad built shoulders and you feel a sudden quiver shockwave inside your thighs. “yeah, fuck me girl. don’t slow down. give it t’ me. shut me up with your pussy, how ‘bout that, huh.”

you give him a glare but geto only snickers, bringing another open palm toward your left ass cheek to spank it. you moan, your angered scrunched up muscles in your face relaxing before you whimper. “fuck, fuck,” and his turgid balls resume to pummel all through your gripping walls. there’s a candied taste in your mouth, the quicker you ride him—the more you taste it. it’s salty, bittersweet until your throat starts to leisurely grow dry. geto groans, sliding his foot away from the brake before he grabs ahold of your hips once more. “suguru, ‘m gettin’ close, fuck.”

“yeah, yeah,” he huffs, dark eyes glancing toward your chest — he observes the way your tits bounce, matching your rhythm by slamming you further down on his cock. it’s so cute, you were an entire mess. whilst you’re losing yourself on his dick, he pulls you close into him. “easy. baby. slow down a bit for me. ‘s not a rush, mhm,” and as his husky voice purrs into your ear, your cunt throbs. he even flicks his tongue against the shell of your ear just to hear you whimper louder. his cologne was loud, invading the entire space of the car. it was a mixture of burning leather and geto’s rich manly scent. it was no denying, he smelled so good that it was just intoxicating. obediently, you start to slow your hips crazed tempi to his liking and he sexily throws his head back - adam’s apple bobbing in response. “fuck, yeah. right there, jus’ like that. i gotcha. nice ‘n slow, good fuckin’ girl.”

the sounds of your sopping pussy only get louder before his teeth tenderly bite into your neck. you moan, feeling a balmy chill ghost near the hairs that run down your collarbone. he’s letting you fuck yourself stupid and it’s almost like you were floating. whining, you reach between your legs to feel your convulsing cunt. you’re close, so close.

“s- sugu,” you whimper, feeling that familiar sensation of heat swimming its way toward the lower pits of your stomach. “fuck, fuck.”

“cum with me baby,” he coos to you, guiding your hips with two big hands. your ears felt like they were constantly popping the more you rode him. he’s groaning from your sloppy rhythm and how good your ass thwacks and thwacks. against him. but just as he whispered those words—geto squints his eyes at his rear view mirror. with a hand still attached to your hips, he spots a luminescent light mixture of blue and red. he grows sheepish, realizing he probably shouldn’t have pulled over at this particular spot. .

as you’re still riding him, he grunts as he spots the officer steeping out. slouching back against the driver seat and running a hand through his darkened sable locks, he sighs.

“well shit.”

☆ CHOSO — “I GOT ‘EM ADDICTED HE FIENDIN’.”

“princess, y’know i don’t like when you run from me,” choso groans, reeling your hips back into him.

you gasp, hearing the slight rasp in his tone. his thick cock plummets through your walls and without the support of his hands, you’d have well collapse on the mattress. your limbs were already weak and flimsy enough as it was. he’s been fucking you for hours, nonstop. choso couldn’t get enough. “c’mere, don’t run from me.”

a tiny whine pours from your lips as you feel a few fingers of his curl around your neck. your back naturally arches and you bite your lip. “fuck, ‘cho,” you huff, the sharp smacks of your hips roughly hitting against his pelvis making him hiss. his favorite part. dark irises glance down toward your ass before he spanks you. one spank turns into one, then two, then three. the bed cries from the combining pounds of weight as he’s drilling into you, having the stamina equivalent to a stallion. “ohmygod, choso. right there baby, ngh.”

your lewd little moans alone were enough to get him off. arched thin brows tug together as he drags you back closer into him. he’s still got a hand wrapped around your throat before he pushes his hips further into you at full throttle.

“mhm, good girl. take it, fuckin’ take it,” and you can hear the hoarse in his tone pitching his delivery. your cunt’s weak ily squelching and squealing out all kinds of noises. you were soaked. choso’s droopy eyes continue to stare down your ass, spotting a few sweat droplets race down your spine. “so pretty. all mine, pussy’s all mine,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and your ass gets met with another smack. “c’mon, baby. gotta meet me halfway though. arch better, yeah?”

“s- sorry,” you sheepishly murmur, feeling another incoming moan try to choke its way out of your throat. he’s hitting you so deep, choso’s ravaging your walls and massaging them thoroughly. every part, every corner, every crevice. through and through—you straighten your arch before feeling his hips grind slower into you. with his pace, it’s almost hypnotic. “shit,” you whimper, trying to match his sudden changed rhythm. he’s fucking you slow but deep, tongue already starting to loll out. “choso, ‘m gonna cum.”

you hear a scoff before he leans further in, planting a wet kiss near your back. “nuh uh. not yet,” and with a piston of his hips, he lightly pushes your head into the silky sheets with a hand. “fuck, soakin’ me so good, princess. nasty girl,” he breathes, hearing your gurgled moans escape from your lips. your pussy was almost louder than you — a plethora of sloppy sounds sing out of your folds and he purposely grows quiet just to hear it. “heh, love when she does that. always got so much to say.”

“c- choso,” you squeak, shimmying your hips back into him. the dark-haired male can’t help but press two thumbs into your hips, feeling against the entire curvature - so pretty. you had his entire cock drenched with your gooey slick and he only wanted more. you’re pawing desperately at the satiny sheets to hang on as he’s continuing to jut his fat cock further into you. “ngh, cumming!”

choso holds your hips steadily in place—but he groans, feeling his swollen balls approach its peak at the same exact time. thick fingers of his pierce into your skin before abruptly, a geyser ripples right out your folds. you’re creaming all down his cock, gasping before he shortly follows. it’s runny, pumps and pumps of sweltering hot cum dribbles into your sobbing cunt. choso’s hair was shaggy, few black tresses of strands stick against his skin with the help of clingy sweat before he growls. “fuck . . me,” and his chiseled abs clench with his head throwing itself back. yet as he’s stuffing you full of load, his hips start up again and you let off a moan. “baby, can’t let it go to waste. keep up, need it. need you.”

you let off a moan, ruthlessly being pounded into the fat cushions of the mattress before unexpectedly—you hear a ear splitting crack. choso ignores it, still driving his hips deeply into your core before that’s right when the headboard falls with a blaring shatter. your eyes widen as you flinch at the now broken furniture—feeling the weight of the bed collapse inward. the bed breaks but chcoso’s entirely unfazed. “c- choso, the bed b- broke.”

“so?”

“s- so?” you moan, his blushing tip repeatedly kissing up against your swollen sweetest spots. “the bed’s broken—”

“baby, ‘s okay,” a low voice murmurs, watching with blown pupils as your slick coats an entire translucent colored ring around his hefty base. choso groans, licking his lips before slowly pulling out, only to plug his weeping spilling cum right back into your cunt.

“don’t worry about the bed. gonna break your pussy next, anyway, heh.”

[magpiepills]

Put It In, Coach

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f! Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: you are an 18 year old high school senior on the cheerleading team, and Joel is the beloved and successful football coach. He helps you with some stretching after practice.

Warnings: SMUT!! The girthiest age gap (18 & 56), consensual but extremely unethical sexual relationship, pervert Joel, power imbalance, dubcon (due to said power imbalance) but I assure you reader is of legal age and enthusiastically consents. piv, oral (m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, semi-innocent reader, blackmail, creampie, twist ending, possibly dark Joel.

A word from the author: This is a repost! Listen, I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. That is fine. Please don’t feel obligated to interact with this fic even if we are friends. It will be fine. I am posting this without making eye contact with anyone.

What is more important in a small Texas town than the high school football team?

Nothing, if you asked most anyone, including of course, head Lions football coach, Joel Miller- Coach Miller, that is. He had lead the team to numerous state titles, securing donations to the football program and filled display cases with trophies and framed team photos. Several former players had even gone on to play in the NFL.

Yeah, Coach Miller is a big deal.

You feel lucky when during your senior year the cheerleading team has to share practice space with the football team. Honored when Coach Miller helps your squad with conditioning. While the football team runs drills, he’s monitoring your time on the treadmill, checking your form during lunges, and helping you really lean into your stretches. He’s so helpful and encouraging. “That’s it, girls, get those knees up! Hustle!” He yelled as he watched you run by in your little shorts and sports bra. The one you took to wearing when you knew he might see.

Coach Miller knew a thing or two about cheerleading too, and he helped your coach to develop a cheer routine. You always blushed when his rough, steadying hands gripped your bare legs or circled your waist to help direct you. You saw how the other girls exchanged looks, but

Coach Miller had experience, he obviously knew enough about cheer. He knew what got crowds excited and lifted team morale. You beamed when he clapped and tucked his clipboard under his arm as you balanced on your teammates shoulders, one knee lifted high, both arms aloft, Pom-poms rustling in the hot Texas breeze. You felt butterflies that fluttered from your stomach down to your throbbing pussy. “Atta girl. You got it!” He praised.

The fawning newspaper articles never mentioned how handsome Coach Miller is. He’s probably in his fifties but you didn’t care. The other girls rolled their eyes, called him an old man. You liked the gray in his hair and beard. You liked the way his body was still so broad and strong, even if his belly was a little softer than it used to be. You liked the way his forearm flexed as he lifted the whistle to blow and get everyone’s attention. “Alright, boys go hit the showers, girls you stay and finish stretching.” Your cheer coach was busy with Megan and Lindsay and Tiffany, so you did your best to go through the regimen on your own.

You stood and twisted at your waist, first to one side, then the other. You spread your legs wide and bent deep to touch your toes, keeping your spine loose. You wanted him to see. “Ugh. He’s watching us.” You heard behind you. “He’s such a creep. He’s like a hundred years old.” “Yeah and you remember what happened with Monica. Nobody’s going to say shit to him.” You listened to the other girls talking, and tried to ignore them. Of course there were rumors about Coach that passed though the girls at school. They were probably just mad that he wasn’t giving them the time of day.

It was easy to forget the other girls and their hateful gossip when you saw that handsome man across the field. You stood and dabbed your shoulder. You winced and rubbed it, drawing the attention of Coach Miller. He jogged over, the muscles of his thighs rippling under his khaki shorts, belly rounding slightly under his royal blue polo shirt, and whistle bouncing as he made his way to you. “What’s ’a matter, sweetheart?” Care and concern painted his dark features, furrowing his brow. “It’s just my shoulder, Coach. I don’t know, it just is pretty sore.” You pouted up at him, giving him your best helpless face. He hummed and nodded. “You girls go on and get cleaned up, we’re done for today. I’ll let your coach know. I gotta deal with this.” He gestured to you, and you bowed your head sheepishly. The rest of the girls scoffed and muttered as they gathered their bags, shooting you looks of disdain and perhaps pity. Good riddance to them.

“Thank you Coach.” You said softly, bashfully. “C’mon, I got an ice pack in my office. Can’t let our rising star get hurt, can we?” You relished his attention. The hallways leading to his office were dark and empty, at 5:30 on a Friday, everyone had gone home. Once inside his office you sat on his desk, cluttered with papers and Gatorade bottles. You swung your legs and leaned back on your palms, letting the hem of your top ride up to expose a sliver of your belly. You hoped he would notice the way it was snug against your breasts. His office smelled like sweat and Lysol, but photos and framed newspaper clippings covered the walls. You used your phone to cover the framed photo on his desk of him and his wife and kid.

When Coach Miller returned with the ice pack, he found you innocently playing with the hem of your short cheer skirt. He hesitated, taking in your long, bare legs, smooth and pretty. He followed the line of them up to where they disappeared under that damn skirt, he wondered what he might find if he flipped it up. Wondered if you had on those little white panties he had seen once when you were practicing cartwheels with the other girls. He wasn’t stupid man. He knew that some of you young girls had little crushes on him. He'd be a liar if he said it didn’t stroke his ego or that he hadn’t jerked off more than a few times behind his locked office door. He would never, ever admit to a few consensual dalliances with a few girls. Always over 18, but always so young and beautiful and eager to please. Was it wrong? When they wanted him? Joel preferred to think of it as a perk of the job.

“Where’s it hurtin’, honey?” Coach Miller asked, his voice much more tender than he ever used with the boys on his football team.

“My shoulder, coach. It’s sore.” He made a sympathetic sound and slowly, carefully began to run his big hands over your arms. “Can you hold ‘em up for me? Good girl.” You held your arms out to the side and he palpated your shoulders, stepped back to look you over, checking for you didn’t know what. It didn’t matter. Your shoulder didn’t really hurt.

Joel frowned. “What is it coach? Is it bad? Your voice was small and wavering.

“No, darlin’ it’s just that I can’t get a good feel for your rotator cuff cause your shirt’s in the way.”

“Oh..”

“Well, here’s the thing, you know we got that big game comin’ up and your coach won’t let ya cheer if you’re hurt. Really would be best if I could just check it out. If nothin’s wrong we ain’t gotta worry your coach over it.” He winked at you conspiratorially.

“What if I just…I could just take this off.” You tried to sound casual. Like it was the most normal thing for an eighteen year old to be topless in a room alone with a 56 year old woodshop teacher/football coach.

“That’s what the boys all do, sugar. Ain’t a big deal, but I don’t want to make ya uncomfortable. I can just go get your coach and she can check ya out.”

There was no way you wanted your coach thinking you were injured. Not when you were gunning for a cheerleading scholarship. Missing any games now was out of the question.

“We don’t need to bother her, Coach Miller. I trust you.”

Joel nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell ya what- I’ll give ya a towel to cover up with. How’s that?”

“Sounds good, Coach. Just, could you help me unzip?” You gave him a little smile over your shoulder and held your hair out of the way for him to drag the zipper down.

Joel stifled a groan when he realized you didn't have a bra on under your little top. His cock was already beginning to swell in his shorts. You shrugged off the blue and yellow top of your uniform and clutched the tiny towel he handed you to your chest. “Is this good, Coach Miller?”

“Yeah that’s good. Real good. Arms straight up, now. Gotta check your rotator cuff.”

You did as he asked, and the towel slipped to your lap and he rubbed and squeezed at your shoulders, peeking over to catch a glimpse of your bare tits. They were so pretty, your hard little nipples making his mouth water.

“Good news. I don’t think it’s anything serious. A little massage and rest is probably all ya need. Couple ibuprofen.”

You thanked him, half heartedly bringing the towel to cover your chest again.

“Just one thing though, I noticed there’s not a current physical on file for you. You know, they take that stuff real serious. I know you’ve been workin’ real hard all year, I think you’ve got real potential and I’d hate for you to throw that away over a little form. If you want, I can give ya a quick check and it’ll be our little secret.”

“Gosh, Coach. You’d really do that for me?”

You knew damn well your physical was on file. You had taken it to the office yourself. It was something you’d been doing every year since you started playing sports in junior high.

“Yeah, won’t take but a minute. Don’t want ya getting in any trouble.”

You sighed gratefully. “Thanks Coach Miller. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Go on and hop up on my desk and I’ll make this quick and easy.”

He moved your arms one at a time, feeling for proper movement. He had you step on a scale and measured your height and weight, commenting that you were “full grown.” He had you bend forward and touch your toes, sliding his fingertips up the length of your spine to check for scoliosis, but taking the opportunity to admire the way your skirt rode up to expose just a bit of your panties, just barely brushing his hard cock over your ass. “Oops!” You dropped the towel, dramatically covering your tits with your hands, squeezing them together.

Joel looked at the form he was half-assing and scribbled on it, before sitting it aside and clearing his throat. “You uh, you do your regular self exams?”

“Self exams?” you blinked at him innocently, hiding the smirk that threatened to break through.

“Breast exams, sweetheart. Gotta make sure everything is like it’s supposed to be. Real important to check. Maybe I better show you how. Why don’t you lay down there and put your arms over your head for me?”

You did as he asked, lying back on his desk and didn’t bother hiding your lustful stare and he slid both hands up your rib cage to cup the underside of your breasts. He squeezed gently, kneading the supple flesh. “You’re doing great, baby.” You whined as he worked his way around your nipples, watching intently as they hardened. “Almost done.” He pinched at your nipples, making you squirm, he pulled gently, and rubbed them under his thumbs before squeezing your tits once more. “I think that’ll do.”

But he didn’t take his hands from you. He ran them over your chest, down your sternum, over your belly to the band of your skirt. He gripped your hips through the rough fabric, forgetting himself, or dropping the act. Either way, he found himself staring at the wet spot on your exposed panties. You bent your knees and rested your heels on the edge of Coach Miller’s desk. “Let’s see if he can resist this!” You’d thought, delighted with the way your plan was working.

Joel had his fair share of girls throwing themselves at him over the years, but you certainly took the cake. In half an hour you’d gone from a shy school girl to a sex starved slut right on his desk. It had been so easy, maybe too easy. Give you a little attention, some praise you weren’t getting at home, some touches like he knew the dumbass boys on his team weren’t going to learn about for another eight to ten years. Joel loved it when his plans worked.

“Something you need, baby?”

“Mhm. My backs kinda stiff. Maybe you could help stretch me. Get me loosened up.”

“This help?” Joel placed his hands on your knees and pushed them up, gently rolling your lower spine as he stood between your legs.he lowered them, letting your covered pussy brush against his rock hard cock, then repeated the motion, pushing your knees a little further each time.

“Feels so good, Coach.” You breathed, hands gripping the sides of his desk.

“Gonna open your hips up, you’re bein’ such a good girl.” He pushed again, letting your knees fall to the side, spreading you wide open. You could feel the way your panties clung wetly to your aching pussy, rendered nearly transparent by the slick that started seeping from you the minute you entered Coach Miller’s office.

Joel couldn’t play this dumb game with you anymore. He squeezed your plush thighs and pushed them down, dragging his thumb over the soaked gusset of your underwear. “I think ya got a bigger problem than a stiff back. Looks like you’re really hurtin’ right here. How long has this pussy been needin taking care of?”

Finally! “All day, Coach. I really need help to make it feel better.”

Joel’s finger slipped under the fabric to slide over your puffy lips.

“I got some other massages and stretches that’ll make this all better. Do you want that?”

“Yes, please! Please Coach.” You nearly shouted at him. If he didn’t do something soon you’d have to try to climb on top of him and just take what you needed. It’s not like you couldn’t see how hard his cock had been since the minute you got your tits out. He was a creep and everybody knew it, but he was too handsome to resist and if his bulging erection was any indication, well…

“Gotta get these panties off.” You lifted your hips for him to slide them off, then stretched your legs and demonstrated your flexibility by pulling your ankles down and holding your legs wide open for him. “Goddamn. Look at this. You do want this, don’t ya? Got so damn wet on my desk from just gettin your tits touched. Are all the girls on your team so slutty?” He marveled at how wet you were, slipping his fingers from your entrance up and around your clit, tapping your pussy firmly with the flat of his hand and groaning at the sticky slapping sounds.

His index finger teased at your opening while his thumb rubbed over your clit. Flames licked at your belly. “Just slutty for you, Coach. Need a real man.”

“Yeah? You need a real man?” He emphasized his words by sinking two thick fingers into you, “I’ll show ya what a real man can do for you, but you ain’t ever gonna be happy with a boy again.” He pumped his fingers into you and to your shock, dripped spit directly from his mouth to your clit. The slip made the sensation even more intense, and you squeezed his fingers as your orgasm crested. “Good, huh? Well, we ain’t done. I got a little more stretching for this tight little cunt.” You’d never heard anyone talk so crudely. You loved it. “Fuck yes, Coach, please. Please!”

Joel’s eyes snapped up from where he was watching his fingers disappear into your pussy. “Watch your language.” You whined and bucked your hips, eager for what you hoped was coming next. Joel worked a third finger into your pussy, the stretch stung and radiated, but faded into a pleasant feeling of fullness you’d never experienced before. Not with your inexperienced conquests.

Satisfied that he’d prepared you well enough, Joel hastily unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall to the floor, weighed down by his wallet and keys. You watched as he tugged his turgid member, the biggest you’d ever seen. “C’mere. Get on your knees a minute. I know you know how to do that.”

“You want me to suck your cock, Coach Miller?”

He huffed at you, amused at your innocent act.

“Open your mouth.” You opened wide and took him deep, gasping and bobbing your head over his tip, hollowing your cheeks. You looked up at him and took him as deep as possible, relishing in the look of devastation that washed over him as you gagged and drooled.

Joel muttered something you didn’t hear before he pulled you off his cock by your hair. “Bend over the desk. Come on.” You did as he asked, and he slicked his cock with your abundant arousal, slapping the head on your ass a couple times, then held the base of his cock in one hand, and gripped your hip with the other. Slow and steady he pushed into you, taking his time until he was fully sheathed, hips flush against your ass. He waited there, leaning his forehead against your back and reaching under you to grab your tit.

“So fucking tight. Tightest pussy I think I ever felt. You’re not a virgin are you?” You shook your head. You weren’t a virgin. He was your third. He was your biggest and best. It would be hard to top him, you mused until he dragged his length out of you and slammed back in with more force. He did that a few times- pull out slow, slammin hard. Slow, hard, slow, hard. Then he switched it up, pushing your knee up into the desk he favored slow, deep strokes so he could watch how your pussy gripped him and sucked him back in, wetting his cock with your slick, so wet it dripped down to his balls.

He smacked your ass, leaving handprints on the unblemished flesh. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that. Taking this cock so good. Feel ya squeezing me so tight. Cock hungry little slut making me fuck her. Fuckin beggin for this dick.” He gritted filth through clenched teeth. You reached down to rub your clit, and let your hand wander further, feeling where your bodies joined, stretching your fingers to catch his balls as he pounded mercilessly into you. He smacked your ass hard, then reached up to hold your shoulders and his movements became uneven. “Coach, please! Please, come in my little pussy!” You’d heard that in porn and thought it sounded good.

Joel’s eyes squeezed shut tight as he let go, filling you with rope after rope of cum. You moaned, feeling him pulsing deep inside.

There was no kiss afterward. No hugging, no cuddling. Joel handed you the little towel to clean up with, Carter he watched his spend drip out of your wrecked pussy and onto the fabric of your skirt. He wished he had a picture of it. You wiped away what you could and put your shirt back on, your panties had disappeared and at 6:15 there was no time to look for them now. Coach Miller promised he would find them for you. You gathered your phone and backpack. He squeezed your shoulder as he walked you out to the main hallway and cleared his throat. “You know, if anyone found out about this, it could ruin your shot at any kind of scholarship. You might not even get into college at all. Now, I know you young girls make mistakes and I’m not going to tell anyone as long as you keep up your grades and your practice. If I hear about ya being a slut, though, I’ll have to inform the principal for your own good. Don’t make me do something we would both regret, sweetheart. Ya understand?”

“Yes, Coach. I understand.”

Joel breathed a sigh of relief. He had seven years until he could retire. He wasn’t sure how many more pretty little seniors would come sniffing around, but he thought maybe he should try to stop giving in to every doe eyed little slut that came along. Oughta try other ways of keeping his dick wet.

On Monday Joel was at his desk, drinking coffee, making out a supply request form for his woodshop lesson plan when his phone chimed. A message from an unknown number had sent an attachment. He squinted at the screen, and froze in horror when he saw his own face looking back at him, he was perfectly framed in the shot, a still from a video, and there you were, smiling at the camera underneath him. The message that followed was short. “See you after practice, Coach.”

[strwbrrykthv]

pt 2 to this story, but can be read alone. sorry it took so long i have a full time big girl job. and i need like a crazy amount of motivation. this ones big cheesy bc theyre drunk. not proofread!!!

cw: alcohol, sexual tension if u squint

katsuki assumed the group was going to one of those karaoke bars with the private rooms where its just your friend group cheering each other on, so imagine his surprise when sero and denki lead them to this american style bar with a bright led sign that reads ‘open mic karaoke night.’

“you have got to be kidding me” he grumbles as he pushes the door open to reveal an almost filled bar. “theres just a bunch of drunk middle aged people here.”

“katsuki be nice. denks said he really likes this place,” you scold him from his right, still connected to his side.

“yo guys theres a couple of tables up front by the stage. im going to go order a round of shots if you want to head up there and start warming up your voice,” sero winks which causes katsuki to groan again, even louder. as you make your way to the tables, mina pulls you towards her the table she’s sat at leaving katsuki to sit beside denki… again.

as the night continues and drinks are ordered, you finally get the courage to request a song. its a duet and luckily sero agrees to do it with you. your friends are cheering you on as slur through the lyrics of neva play by megan thee stallion.

the only line you say fully is “three things i don’t play about, myself, my money, or my man,” as you point at katsuki who just nods at the proclamation that he is, in fact, your man.

the song ends, and you make your way down to your seat that is opposite his as his eyes follow you. they don’t leave you even as izuku and ochaco sing some love song. he doesn’t care if youre not looking back at him, his favorite thing to do is just watch you, especially when hes got a few drinks in his system. which, honestly, makes him sound like a creep, but you know the difference between feeling his gaze on you and feeling a sleaze balls watching you.

you’re pretty much at your limit when mina orders another round of shots for both of your tables, and instead of being happy you feel your mouth instinctively fill with saliva.

katsuki could read your body language like book, so as they were handing out the shots he quickly took his and got up to go to you. “hey, mama, how about i take this shot, then sing that dumb song with the guys, and then we go home? how does that sound?”

he may not be slurring, but hes very close to being more drunk than hes ever been in public. he knows your shot plus his is what will probably throw him over that edge, but he doesn’t want your night to be ruined by throwing up in the bathroom.

you blink up at him and nod slowly. in your drunken daze you are just so mesmerized by him. his soft red eyes, his spiky hair thats fallen just a little, the scar on his face that only you get to touch, his shoulders…. yeah you really want to go home.

he grabs the glass from the table, but you stop him, “wait, can i give it to you?” you ask as you’re reaching for the glass. he doesnt respond, just lets you take the glass from his hand.

he knows all of your shared friends are watching because they can sense the shift in energy between you two. you stand from your chair as katsuki sinks to his knees in the grimy bar. you hold his jaw with one hand as he opens his mouth for you to pour the shot, never breaking eye contact.

he returns to his full towering height after swallowing the shot and turns to look at all of your friends who just watched the interaction with wide eyes and mouths open in shock. you reach up to swipe away a drop on his chin that managed to miss his mouth with a smile too innocent for what just occurred.

“thank you, suki,” you say as you drop your hand. “now go sing me a song!”

he pats your hip as he moves past you to stand on the stage next to kirishima, sero, and kaminari who picked the song. he feels a little more buzzed than before after standing up and moving, and he’s almost positive he’s going to slur around the words when it’s his turn.

youre halfway paying attention, just watching katsuki as grabs a mic when you hear the first notes of mr. brightside and burst into laughter. you cannot believe they got him up there without bribing him.

the song continues and you drunkenly wolf whistle after the end of katsuki’s turn. he sends you a middle finger that holds no meaning by the way his ears are red.

the song finishes and he makes his way to where youre seated, reaching a hand out to you. you gladly take it and spring out of your seat stumbling into him causing katsuki to instinctively wrap his free arm around your waist, holding you to him.

“you did amazing up there,” you whisper, “you shouldve been a singer instead of a hero.”

he scoffs as he looks down at you. “yeah? then i wouldve never met you.”

your body buzzes when he talks to you like this. “oh yeah. we wouldve found each other some way. were, like, soulmates.”

katsuki closes his eyes at your words to try and keep his heart from beating so fast. he knows you mean more than just friends soulmates, but he also knows right now the only label the two of you can have is “just friends who sometimes cuddle, sometimes kiss, sometimes do more, and are always together if one of them has a break” type of friends in order to keep you safe.

“mhmm, we are. now, whaddaya say we go home and go to sleep?” he hums.

“yes i would like that a lot. we have to talk everyone bye though.”

“no we don’t. they know youre leaving with me itll be okay.” he says still holding you by the waist but moving to your side to guide you outside to call a taxi.

youre already snoring by the time you arrive at katsukis apartment. he carries you from the car to his door before having to regretfully put you down.

“mama, you awake enough to stand up? i gotta get my keys out.” he asks setting you down beside him near the wall. you just hum with your eyes barely open, watching him.

“i had a lot of fun with you tonight ‘suki. and i know denki only came over to me earlier because he said something to you. i like being with you any way i can and i dont care what our friends say.” youre slurring your words and speaking softly during to sleep threatening to take over.

“and what do our friends say?” he asks opening the door and guiding you inside his apartment and to his bedroom.

“that its dumb to call ourselves friends when we dont do anything just friends do.” youre kicking off your heels and removing your clothes as hes digging in his dresser to find you a shirt to sleep in. “but i dont think its dumb…..”

katsuki just shakes his head as he walks over to you and helps you put the shirt on over your head. “its not,” is all he says.

“no!” youre a little more awake now. “its not! because i know you love me and you know i love you and thats all that matters because everyone else can kiss our asses.” you say with a small smile wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yup. thats right mama. youre all mine and im all yours. now, are you ready to go to bed yet?” he asks while leading you backwards to the bed.

you release him crawling into his bed and waiting for him to follow. he strips down to his boxers while you watch before getting under to covers next to you.

he pulls you in to lay youre head on his chest as your starting to close your eyes.

“if you throw up on me in your sleep im going to kill you” he warns.

but its too late. youre already asleep and you werent going to pay attention to him anyway.

DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE.

hope you guys liked it and it wasn’t cringe!

[withwritersblock]

No Caller ID pt. 2

~No Caller ID by Megan Moroney~

Author's Note: the people wanted a part two so you get a part two lmao at midnight because I have no self control Summary: Y/N goes against her friends advice Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 2,159 Jack Hughes xfm!reader Part one

She sat in her car staring at the time hit midnight and she was seriously contemplating on driving home. She promised her friends that she would stop seeing him. Swore that the last time was the last time except she was sitting in his parking garage to his apartment. 

He asked her to come over and talk. Which usually led to them making out and falling asleep in each other’s arms. When she agreed to go over there and just talk, she had every intention of ending it with him. But now that she was sitting in the parking garage, her heart was starting to sing another song. 

Ever since they ended it, he has been treating her a lot better. Maybe it was the whole thing of finding out what you lost. 

Jack sent her another text, telling her that he was waiting for her upstairs. Her heart jumped in her throat and it suddenly got hard to breathe. She shouldn’t be nervous or even slightly nervous. They’ve continued this pattern since they broke up and she never used to have a problem with that. Well, until her friends got involved.

Y/N was much happier knowing that her adventures with her ex-boyfriend were just between herself and him. 

A sigh fell from her lips as she pulled her keys from her ignition and took a hold of her bag. She climbed out of her car, locking it in the process before she started walking towards the elevator.

After a few minutes she reached his apartment. Instead of knocking, she texted him. It was the rule they mutually and silently agreed upon. It was easier to keep his brother and her roommates not involved in what they were doing. 

It only took seconds for Jack to open the door, he had a toothy grin on his lips as he stepped aside letting her into the apartment. He locked it quickly before he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in a tight hug. A soft giggle from her lips as she pressed her head against his chest. 

His hands glided into her hair as he stumbled backwards slightly. “Hey goregous,” he whispered before he pressed his lips to the side of her head. Slowly, he pulled away from her, keeping his hands around her waist. “Come on,” he muttered. 

She started walking towards the hallway. Walking behind her, he rested his hands onto her stomach as he pulled her back against his chest. Another laugh left her lips as they continued to stumble towards his room. She pushed the door open as they both stepped inside. Slipping his hands away from her, he shut the door and twisted the lock.

Y/N turned around to meet his gaze and without hesitation he took a hold of her waist. She rested her hands onto the base of his neck. “Hey pretty boy,” she whispered as she scanned his features. A smirk toyed to his lips as he leaned towards her to try and kiss her but she pulled back. His lips fell into a pout as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Gorgeous?” he let out softly. 

“We need to talk before we do that,” she mumbled. He took a deep breath as he glided his hands up her back. 

“Yeah, we do,” he let out as he pointed towards the mattress. She climbed onto the mattress, sitting at the center of bed. He sat down beside her, keeping his gaze towards his lap. 

“I’m gonna talk and you’re going to listen,” she started as she pulled her knees towards her chest. Pursing his lips forward, he nodded. “We were together for almost two years and it was perfect for a while and then it was bad for long time. Like a long time. You treated me like I didn’t matter-”

“Y/N-”

“I’m gonna talk and you’re going to listen,” she said again as she met his gaze. He nodded, “I ended things with you because I thought I deserved better. Which I know I still do but here I am in your bed,” she muttered as she met his eye, “It’s been six months of us doing whatever this is and this is the best you’ve treated me. Which is saying a lot because what the hell are we doing?” she said, teary eyed.

At first, he didn’t say anything. 

She met his gaze, shaking her head slightly. “Can I talk now?” he asked, somewhat jokingly. 

“Yes,” she said, a giggle falling from her lips. She pushed him away. He chuckled as he took a deep breath. 

“I realized that I was letting everything get to my head and I let you slip away from me because I was a dick,” he muttered as he inched towards her. “When you ended things, I realized that I messed up and these past few months is me trying to fix things with you,” he leaned towards her, trying to meet her eye. Avoiding his gaze, she kept her gaze towards her lap. He took a hold of her chin, forcing her gaze towards him. “I don’t know what we’re doing but I’m enjoying every second of it,” he whispered.

“My friends all hate you, you know,” she let out barely above a whisper.

“I don’t think they’ve ever liked me,” he said with a teasing smirk on his lips. “But I’m going to try and fix this for as long as you’ll let me,” he whispered as he leaned towards her. He hovered his lips over hers for a moment, “How long will you let me?” he mumbled against her lips.

Instead of replying, she leaned towards him and kissed him urgently. Slowly, she climbed onto his lap. His hands delicately took a hold of her waist, gripping her body tightly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” he mumbled before she devoured his lips once more. He moaned against her lips as she tugged his hair. “Hey,” he said as he tilted his head back. Her lips fell into a pout as she leaned her head against his forehead.

“Jack,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.

“We can’t until-” he let out as his gaze dipped lower towards her lips. “Until we’re back together or we can’t if we’re not,” he mumbled as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

She took in a deep breath, staring towards his lips. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps as her body was tingling. Leaning forward, she rested her head onto his shoulder, a groan falling from her lips. He chuckled as he pressed his lips to the side of her head. 

After a few seconds, she lifted her head; scanning his features. “You’re really making that boundary, right now? When I can feel-” he interrupted her with his laughter. “You’re an ass, you know that?” she teased as she took a hold of his cheeks. Her thumbs dragged across the apples of his cheeks.

“What are you thinking?” he asked as he lowered his gaze towards her lips again.

“I’m thinking-” she trailed off for a moment as she stared towards his lips and the grin forming to his lips. “I’m thinking my friends are going to hate me too,” she mumbled before she lifted her gaze to meet his gaze. His eyes squinted slightly as he shifted his gaze from one eye to the other multiple times. 

Leaning towards him, she kissed him urgently. He moaned against her mouth as he tugged her closer to him by the fabric of her t-shirt. “I kinda need you to say it,” he muttered between kisses. 

She pulled back and took a hold of her shirt and tossed it towards the floor. “We’re back together,” she let out before she took a hold of his shirt; tugging it up. 

“Are you only saying that so we would have sex?” he asked teasingly. Her eyes widened as she pulled his shirt from his body towards the floor. Her fingertips instantly began to glide along his muscle lines.

“I’m never that desperate,” she mumbled as she continued to watch his muscles tense under his touch. “We’re back together because I’m in love with you and you finally make me feel good,” she explained as she avoided his gaze. 

Taking a hold of her chin, her forced her to meet his eye. “I’m in love with you,” he said barely above a whisper. Her lips curled upward slightly as he glided his hand towards the base of her neck, pulling her towards him. He devoured her lips with his as she began to slowly grind against his lap. Her fingers glided through his hair as he tightened his hands around her waist. 

Tilting her head back, he began to trial wet kisses down her neck. He began to suck and bite her skin above her collarbone; purposely swirling his tongue along the reddening marks on her body. Her breathing quickened as she took a hold of his cheeks, lifting his gaze towards her. She pulled him towards her, kissing him.

“Lay down,” he mumbled against her lips. She nodded as she climbed off of his lap and laid down onto the bed. Jack stood up from the bed and slipped his gray sweatpants from his frame. A giggle fell from her lips before he climbed on top of her, he rested both of his hands on either side of her head as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

~~~

She laid in bed staring towards the ceiling watching the sun come up through his window as she covered her frame with his comforter. He was asleep beside her, facing towards the window. She was always the early riser in their relationship, he would sleep for twenty-four hours if he could. 

It was early, early enough that she probably could sneak out and Luke wouldn’t find out. But if they were back together, why was she worried about that. 

After a few more minutes of staring towards the ceiling and looking towards the sunrise, she heard Jack stir beside her. He rolled over and faced her. “So early, baby, why are you up?” he mumbled as he wrapped his arm around her stomach, he pulled her towards him. Jack pressed his lips against the side of her head. His eyes were still shut. She smiled softly.

“Usually sneak out at this time,” she mumbled. He chuckled as he pressed his lips against her head again.

“You don’t need to do that anymore, right baby?” he mumbled as he slowly sat up sleepily looking down towards her. She smiled up towards him as she delicately took a hold of his cheek. Y/N glided her thumb across his cheek. 

“No I don’t,” she mumbled. He smiled before he leaned down and delicately pressed his lips against hers. “Because we’re back,” she muttered against his lips. 

“So back,” he said teasingly as he took a hold of her thigh and pulled her towards him. She giggled as he kissed her again.

After another hour, she left Jack’s apartment alone because he had to go to morning skate. 

The entire drive back towards her apartment she was freaking out. She just got back together with the guy that her friends couldn’t hate more. 

She stepped back into her apartment to see Georgia and Bethany were chatting in their living room. They both held mugs in their hands as they were laughing. Y/N tried to sneak into the apartment without being noticed. 

But it didn’t take a single second for them to switch their gaze towards her. Y/N fought the smirk forming to her lips as she tried to walk straight towards her bedroom. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Bethany asked, a smirk on her lips. Georgia sat frustratingly as she brought her mug toward her lips. Y/N shook her head as she tried to continue towards her room. “No, Miss Thing, you gotta tell us who gave you that hickey and don’t you think about lying,” 

“Fine, fine-fine!” she said as she walked towards the living room. She glanced down towards her chest, to see the red spots covering several parts of her chest. “M-my boyfriend gave them to me,” she said barely above a whisper. 

“You did not! Girl I swear,” Georgia said as she shook her head.

“N-no, you don’t get to have an opinion anymore, okay? Is this a mistake? Probably, I don’t know! But this is my mistake to make. I love him and I’ve been happy with him and I’m gonna stay happy, okay. So be happy for me,” she explained as she tossed her jacket onto the couch. “And If I’m crying over him in a few months then you get to say I told you so,”

Georgia and Bethany shared a few glances before they nodded. “Okay, then,” they said at the same time.

[strrykais]

(☘︎) ─── long story short

you’ve known yang jeongin since you were kids, until one day he leaves you unexpectedly without a word for years. but that night, the last night you two hung out, he left you with a little more than a memory ; his unplanned baby.

𐀔𓂃 kais note: added some more chapters because i realized i needed more with the amount i write!! sorry the first part is written, i couldn’t put that convo in text :/ not proofread! xo

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part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

You were sitting at a playground bench watching Megan and Juwon fight over who gets to push who on the swing. You were so lost in trying to read their lips you didn't realize jeongin was walking up behind you.

When jeongin got the message asking you to meet him here, he was more than happy to agree. But then reality started to set in on all the ways you could possibly and were gonna cuss him out. But all his worries start to vanish when he sees you sitting there.

You haven’t really changed much, your hair was longer and you had this soundness just by looking at you. You smile at whatever you were staring at, jeongin always loved your smile, which is why he tried his hardest to make you laugh when you were together.

“Hi.” jeongin voice causes you to jump a little quickly, throwing your glance away from the small little boy pushing the orange haired girl on the swing.

God, he is beautiful. He grew out of his boyish features and it was scary how much Juwon looked like him. If jeongin was to see him, he would immediately know. Your genes didn't even put up a fight. Jeongin was making the same face Juwon makes when he is too scared to ask to stay up past his bedtime.

“Hey.” you give him a small smile, gesturing out to the spot next to you.

Jeongin slowly takes a seat, “how have you been?”

“I’ve been hanging on, I guess, been pretty busy these days.”

“Yeah me too.”

“Oh, congratulations on your movie. I saw it. You were born to be on the screen.”

Jeongin watches as you shift uncomfortably, he rubs his palms on his knees preparing to voice out apologies.

“Yn I am so-”

“Mommy” jeongin was interrupted by a little boy, running towards her.

He first thought maybe the boy saw wrong, but when he saw the way your face lit up and the way you outstretched your arms for him to run into. Jeongin was taken aback that you had a child, oh my god were you married? He quickly looks down at your hands, letting out a breath when he sees no band around your finger.

“Auntie Megan pushed me.” he whines pointing at the taller girl walking up to them.

“Yn I'm so sorry I didn't think he would come tell on me for pushing him down the slide.” Jeongin watches as the boy looks at him, and Jeongin freezes because that little boy had his eye shape. The way his eyes crinkle close as he laughs at whatever you whispered in his ears. He watches as the boy places a kiss on your cheek and runs away after pushing the girl who pushed him her quickly following after him.

You forgot where you were for a second until quickly looking at jeongin, letting out a little laugh hoping he did get a good look at juwon.

“You have a son?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, that's nice. How old is he?”

“Three. He just turns four next month.” you were hoping to get this conversation over with. Gathering the courage and trying to think on how to let him know gently, but before you could let it out jeongin beat you to it.

“He’s mine isnt he?” your head pops up to see him staring at you, his eyes showed so many emotions. Betrayal? Anger? Hope?

“Jeongin..” you start off slowly, but that's all the confirmation he needs before he gets up from the bench and starts walking away from you. “Wait jeongin, let's talk about it.” you quickly get up following after him.

He abruptly stops “Talk about it? Yn you had years to ‘talk about it’ and you didn't. Not once have you reached out.”

“I thought about it, but you were already taking off in the entertainment industry and I couldn’t be the one to bring you down with this accident. Jeongin we were kids, I was scared.”

“I could’ve been there for you. For him. You made a decision without even talking to his..” jeongin stops to catch his breath, trying to calm the hurt and bile in the back of his throat. “His dad yn, you took years from me when i could have been his father. That is something I can't get back.” Jeongin looks past you, his eyes scanning the playground to see if he can see his son.

“Jeongin, I'm sorry.” tears spill out your eyes hitting the floor as your head hangs low.

Jeongin wanted to reach out and wipe your tears but he held back, “i need to go yn, sorry.”

You watched through watery eyes Jeongin slowly walk away from you, you can’t really blame him you knew he needed time. You just were just worried now that the ball was on his court, what would he do.

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➣ includes : boyfriend!matsukawa issei. and lord this is sooo suggestive but it never crosses into actual smut, it's just.. kind of intense making out and hickeys. this is probably ooc but I DONT CARE! HE'S SEXY OOC!!!

note : for my love @angelkiyo bc she gave me some inspo n i luv her <333 i got totally off track from ur original idea about mattsun n makki eating crazy edibles so yeah ummmm......

"let me know if you like it" matsukawa issei grins at you, waiting for you to eat the cookie in your hand held above your head. you're splayed across his bed, head hanging off it, turned to face your boyfriend. he's close to you but sitting on his rug with his back leaning against his bed. his arms rest on his knees, head lazily lolling back, copying how you've turned to face him.

you inspect the chocolate chips warily. last time you and mattsun got baked, it had you talking to the frank ocean poster on his wall for an hour and then going completely silent, no talking, for the rest of the night. staring at the wall silently while you desperately tried to regain your composure had become a common occurence when getting high. mattsun suggested you should slow down on it, and you agreed. but recently, you had been incredibly stressed, and it had been a a month or two since you had given up weed. so when your boyfriend proposed a sesh to help ease your mind, you happily accepted. that didn't mean you weren't having at least some reservations.

"i know you've been greening out on the old shit," he takes a bite, "that's why i got a new plug. i haven't greened out yet, but i know you're low tolerence."

"you didn't have to do that, 'sei" your eyebrows raise, flattered that he would go to the trouble to do something as tedious as that.

"anything for you, pretty girl," he shrugs, and gives you a small kiss, pulling back with a lazy smile that was enough to make you feel out of it without even eating the cookie, "and i didn't really fuck with the other dude anyways, always getting my stuff late. this new guy has edibles which is so much better than having to bake it myself"

you gasp. "i thought you liked baking them with me!" you roll over onto your stomach, folding your arms to rest your chin on them, pouting. "aw baby, don't pout," he pokes your cheek, "y'know i like baking with you, we can just bake something normally." you try not to smile which only makes his grow wider. "now eat that quick i wanna go see a movie" he nods to the cookie still in your hand, and you take a bite, emphasizing each chew sarcastically. "okay but if i start tripping out trying to kiss frank ocean again it's your fault"

"i'll break you guys up, no problem. i can't have you kissing him"

"what? are you jealous?"

"yeah, of you. as soon as i break you guys up, it's my turn to kiss him. i'll defend his honour and everything"

"i can't believe you would choose frank ocean over me- you know what just... go grab your keys."

mattsun pulls into the drive-in movie, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. you continue to demolish the burger in your hand, a big grin on your face to see the movie playing was jennifer's body. "i love this movie!!" you exclaim through bites as megan fox holds a lighter to her tongue. "yo slow down" matttsun laughs and grabs the fast food bag from your lap. that pulls your gaze away from the movie to him as you lick your fingers clean from sauce, then widen your smile. "thank you for the food, baby"

he doesn't know what it is, but that has him feeling some type of way. maybe it's the weed, or maybe it's the fact that you just look so good right now. tank top spaghetti strap lazily slipping off your shoulder and little shorts riding up your thighs, makeup marinated and lip liner almost entirely smeared off under the gloss. he wanted to kiss it completely off, he wanted to slide both straps off your shoulder, he wanted you.

his pupils dilate even more, and he leans over to kiss you. your initial surprise dissipates into comfort as you melt into his touch. you tuck a stray curl behind his ear at the same time his hand goes to rest on the back of your neck. "mm, what was that for?" you giggle when he pulls away. "you just had a lil somethin' on your lips. had to get it for you"

"you're so sweetttt," you're drawing out your words, feeling dizzy from his sudden kiss, "you're sooo good to me" he love how affectionate you can be with your word when high. you refocus on the movie with a content expression on your face.

"you're so cute. i just kissed you, that's all." he muses, and he breaks your attempted concentration on the movie with a kiss to your neck. as he sucks a purple mark into your soft flesh, your breath hitches. "issei..."

"you're so sensitive like this." you can feel his teasing smile against your skin, and you internally roll your eyes. as if he isn't equally sensitive. he doesn't try to hide it, a small groan leaving his lips when his hand returns to its place on your thigh and you grip his forearm. the noises you're making has him feeling lightheaded, and he can't get enough of you. "'sei please can't you see i'm trying to watch a movie?" you complain while you lean into his touch especially when his thumb rubs on your skin. your thighs close on his hand, and he smirks, still pressing small blooming bruises into your neck. "'m sorry baby, i just can't get enough of you"

[emotionalhottiee]

Made For Each Other!

Chapter 1: A New Friend

Aleah

“40-inch when, I bust down

G6, how I touch down

Hot girl, put them cuffs down

Icy from the neck down

I'm that bitch, so they all dissin'

Puttin' on for the tall bitches

All these hoes be big fans

Swingin' at the air and they all missin”

I rapped with my whole chest, as Megan Thee Stallion blared my speakers while i stepped out of my afternoon shower. Today is the day I start my new job as an assistant content officer working for WWE. Working as a mentee under The Paul “Triple H” Levesque. I have to make the right impression, to be taken serious as a young black woman in a white male dominated field as my mom would always say.

Finishing up the final touches on my makeup, i made sure all the lights in my apartment were off, before heading to my car. Lookin at my apple watch the time read 1:16pm sounds like i have enough time to stop by Starbucks. For an afternoon Coffee. I am gonna have to get use to this crazy schedule, between starting work around 3 in the afternoon until after midnight possibly, to being on the road most of the week. This is going to be a different experience for me. Especially because this is my first big girl Job, since graduating from college.

“Ugh would yall please hurry the hell up” i quietly raged in the comfort of my own car. Why do people get in both lanes to drive the same slow ass speed? I questioned to myself. Praying i won't be late for my first day of work. That would be so embarrassing.

After a short drive from starbucks i made it to the State Farm Arena. Pulling into the parking lot where Monday Night Raw, will be filmed tonight. I am very happy my first show is in the city i live in. I peaked at the clock on my dashboard and the time read 2:49pm. That allowed me to let out a high sigh of relief. “Thank goodness I’m not late” i said gratefully checking my makeup one last time, before making my way into the building. Swiping my badge i got a few days prior at my orientation. I smiled and waved to all the WWE employees i walked past. My heels clicking on the creating a small echo against the concrete, as i made my way into elevator area of the parking structure.

Walking in to the elevator, and pressing the up button to take me to the main floor of the arena. I stepped into the big elevator and just as the door was closing i saw HIM. A very fine specimen of a man. His tall muscular frame making his way over to the elevator, trying not to miss it. I stuck my hand out of the elevator just enough to stop it, causing the door to reverse opening back up, to allow the hunk onto the elevator. “Preciate it” he said in a deep powerful voice. Sending chills down my spine, into my vagina causing her to throb a little. “You’re welcome” i replied calmly. Trying not to let the man see, he had me weak in the knees off two words.

I never really been into wrestling as a kid, that was more of my dad & older brother’s thing. But i had been brushing up on all things wrestling in order to not seem like a fish out of water. And clearly i had to learn about the finest men in the WWE, which is how i learned about The Jey Uso. I had to relax my thoughts, before i started sweating, because it’s late fall in Atlanta. This is not sweaty weather. Snapping back to reality i watched as big sexy tried pressing the lobby button, but it was already lit from me pressing it just a few moments earlier. My mind started roaming again, wondering how close we were going to be working together, if at all.

But my thoughts were quickly interrupted by the elevator dinging letting us know we were on out floor. The big fine gentlemen holding the elevator doors open for me. “Thank you” i replied putting on my sweetest voice. “You’re welcome” he replied kind but so matter of factly.

Hopefully i will be seeing him again. I blushed as i made my way to the backstage area looking for Triple H, so he could give me the rundown and everything i will be doin. I wish i coulda talked more to big sexy, but the shyness took over my body while i was intoxicated off the smell of his cologne. Lord knows i don’t need to get involved with someone i work with. Things could get quite messy, if it didn’t work out. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, i finally saw Triple H. “Hello Mr. Levesque i greeted him reaching my hand out for a shake. “Ah Miss Alexander, welcome to your new home” he reached his hand out returning the handshake.

Finishing up the impromptu tour of the arena, and its offices. Triple H gave me a brand new work computer so that i can log in to all the WWE website, and save all my media. I found my way to catering to grab a snack. And to fidget around with my work computer. Finding an empty table. I sat down doing some remote work, for my other job as a junior project manager. I’m thankful my other job is remote and i can just login anywhere i have teams. I was focusing on my work, answering my emails. When i felt a large figure looming behind me. Before i could turn around big sexy was in front of me asking to sit down.

Jey

After unloading my bags from the trunk i made my way over to the elevator, only to find it closing. I wasn’t even worried about catching the elevator until i saw HER. A fine ass shawty standing in the elevator. I had never seen her before, so i had to see who my future wife was. I started jogging over to the elevator now hoping i can catch it before it closes. Luckily shawty held the doors open for me. “Preciate it” i said trying not to sound out of damn breath. “You’re welcome” she said her voice so soft and cute.

Trying not to look to obvious i stole a couple of glances while going to press the button for the Lobby, but i realized she had already pressed it. I stole one more glance, before noticing she had a WWE badge clipped to her purse. “She must be new here” i thought to myself, quickly getting snapped out of my thoughts, by the elevator dinging. I went to hold the door open for shawty, stealing one last look. DAMN she was fine as hell… “Thank you” she said, barely hearing it above the sound of my own thoughts. You’re welcome” i replied back. We went our separate ways but i caught her name from her badge before we did. I definitely will be seeing you later Miss Aleah. I thought to myself smiling as i made my way to the locker rooms.

After dropping my bags off in my locker room, i was making my way into catering when i saw shawty talking to Triple H. I wonder what she does here, and how come i ain’t neva seen her? It don’t really matter as long as i get to see more of her fine ass. I got distracted from my thoughts running into Damian, and Rhea. After a few minutes chopping it up with Damian & Rhea i was finally on my way to catering. I felt my phone vibrating in my pants pocket so i took it out, only to be slightly annoyed at the notification.

iMessage

Saniah; goodluck tonight zaddy. I miss you

Shrugging my shoulders i just slide my phone back in my pocket. Don’t get me wrong Saniah is cool, but I’m not trying to be in no relationship with her. But she always texting me, like she is my girl. And besides i couldn’t stop thinking about shawty from earlier. She got my mind & my heart racing. I can’t believe it, i haven’t even officially met the girl. Getting myself a sandwich i saw shawty sitting at a table by herself. This is my opportunity to introduce myself. I gotta bag her, before someone else tries talking to my girl.

As i honed in on her like a lion, stalking his prey. I was approaching her and i saw she was typing away on her computer. Whatever she was doing she was focused and singing a song i had never heard before. But her vocals were on point, let me find out my girl can sing. I didn’t want to scare her, so i walked around the table until i was in front of her. “Mind if i sit here babygirl” i asked while pointing to the chair that had her big ass Louis bag. She snatched a headphone out of her ear, before replying “yeah of course. let me move my purse out of the way”. She likes the finer things i see, ima have to spoil my princes.

She smiled at me before moving the bag, so that it was hanging off of her chair.

Damn she has a beautiful smile.

“Whatchu got in that big ass purse a body?” I chuckled looking at the bag that was almost as big as her. That bag was big as hell. “Nothing just my work stuff”. She giggled pushing a hair behind her ear. “You must be new around here” i asked watching her face intently. I smiled at her showing off my bottom row of grillz. “Yes today is actually my first day. I do content for WWE”. She said still smiling. “That’s wassup. My name is Josh, but everyone calls me Jey”. I responded reaching my hand out. “Nice to meet you Josh, I’m Aleah”. She responded sweetly returning the handshake. Bring her soft little hands into mine.

“I hope you didn’t mind me joining you” i mentioned after our greeting. “Oh no you’re fine” she spoke so softly.

She has the softest voice i had ever heard. This must be what angels sound like.

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I don't care that Love in the Air had numerous sound problems and spent all their budget on (1) drone and hair ties for Payu when it has one of my all time favorite friend scenes in any BL where Sky platonically doms Rain in the middle of the day in the middle of fucking class in front of their friends, teachers, and the holy spirit for giving up his phone number to the hot rich asshole (Prapai) that Sky had a secret one night stand with where he broke Prapai's brain by riding the dick so well Megan Thee Stallion would clap in praise hallelujah making Prapai seek out Payu and Rain for Sky's phone number and by that point Rain is completely dicked down bad he's studying the scripture, he's setting up a pop up store, he's committed to being the best bratty bottom he can be and damnit Rain knows it's bros before hos except Rain wants to be the ho here and now he's in a dilemma!!! Dick or his bff's phone number and Rain read his options with his pussy okay???

so now Sky's got Rain on his knees, hands up hold up begging for forgiveness while their classmates are like, just another day of Sky domming Rain in public while we all rack up debt and draw our little houses and Rain's outright begging, & pleading & pouting with his baby doll eyes trying to channel e-girl sugar baby energy and Sky's like bugs bunny no.png and makes Rain sit there for another 30mins at penance cause he's been brat taming Rain since before Payu even spotted that pout he's a pro

who out here is doing it like them I ask you

[ohnoitsjesster]

Didn’t Herbert West technically TECHNICALLY try to baby trap Dan in Bride of Reanimator?

Thoughts?

(Im sorry this took forever to respond to. life got in the way, of my silly little words)

technically, yes. The main intention was the same. But "Baby Trap" does not even start to explain the shit Herbert pulled in Bride of Reanimator.

thoughts? you want THOUGHTS? alright how about let me break down exactly what Herbert did here:

That man stole Megan's heart from an evidence locker and stored it in his fridge. When Dan tried to leave Herbert, He offered the heart to Dan with every ounce of reverence he could deliver without getting down on one knee.

that is to say, Herbert anticipated that Dan would leave him and saw that he loved Megan. So his reaction was to steal Megan's actual physical HEART, and give it to Dan as an offering to force him to stay.

He vaguely explained that he was about to baby trap him with it, to which Dan agreed because of his blind love for Meg, and his blind love for Herbert, and because, in the words of Bruce Abbot, "no one will ever get rich overestimating Dan's bad taste."

(This could maybe be because the world of Reanimator uses weird sci-fi logic where the heart contains the person's personality or life or whatever, and it'd actually bring Meg back (even though these movies seemed pretty brain-focused thus far), in which case, pretty good manipulator leverage! nice job, Herbie! Otherwise, its either because Herbert knew Dan would like this weird creepy gesture of love, or because Herbert thought this weird creepy gesture of love was a normal and good idea, and coincidentally Dan was that same wavelength of out-of-touch freak as Herbert, because they're just meant for each other or something. That last option is my personal favorite)

So, then Herbert goes around the hospital STEALING more body parts off corpses (former patients who also presumably received some form of care and attention from Dan), trying to create Dan's perfect woman based on his shallow perception of whatever it is that straight, allosexual, relatively neurotypical men like (maybe since Herbert can't be what Dan wants romantically, he can create it for him and earn love that way (that cannot be good for His internalized transphobia)).

so then he meticulously assembles a woman like an Ikea cabinet and proceeds to give Dan the worlds most sensual elevator pitch, using... a line that he heard Dan use with his girlfriend when he was eavesdropping on them having sex. He tries to explain why this is the perfect woman for all your woman needs! Like uhhh sex, and... sex, and lawyering? maybe murder? (I guess he thinks it'd be nice to have a woman who can kill for you and defend your crimes in a court of law. That does sound useful in their situation)

Then he watched the Bride fight Francesca like some sort of underground girlfriend fighting ring, as if the larger and stronger girl would win ownership of our poor pathetic Dr Cain. Unfortunately Herbert's creation broke down to nothing when it removed its own heart to give it to Dan in the same exact gesture with which Herbert showed Dan the heart earlier.

Pure heterosexual coincidence, of course. There is absolutely nothing odd about Herbert's gift to Daniel being a grotesque amalgamation of everyone Dan loved instead of him and everything those people had to offer Dan, fueled by the pumping of Megan's heart (whom Herbert had hated and competed with), a heart both stolen and offered willingly, one both frozen and thawed, both beating and dead. There Dan stays, too close, yet too far. (am i reading into it- You Bet)

Yup. Pure coincidence. And also nothing suspicious about it being a creature created of such concentrated love, reverence, devotion, and bitter fear of rejection, that at the moment of being pushed away, it entirely self destructs because its only purpose was to love Dan and be loved by him. Its only purpose was to be perfect for Dan, to be enough for him, to be some action of Herberts blood sweat and tears that could ever be wanted by him. But of course Herbert doesn't understand Daniel - understand people - as well as he hoped too. Dan is horrified. No clearer rejection than that. If we see her as an extension of Herbert, it's obviously the last straw. Herbert truly did everything for Dan, not only was he still unlovable, but repulsive, an affront to... what have you; god, nature, some simple short-sighted ideal of what a human should be. Above that Dan could see the seams of the uncanny imitation of his past loves, and the love that laid beneath was too much for him. Too loud, too fast, too raw and bloody. So it dies. The heart is given, and thrown away.

What I'm trying to say is that shit was crazy. Herbert could have done a much more cut and dry baby trap. He could have reanimated some random kid, forcing Dan to stick around and protect it. That would have been its own special kind of fucked up and is probably a good fanfic prompt. But noooo, Herbert had to do the most psychosexual, convoluted, batshit, traumatizing, bloody, gory, and frankly unnecessary declaration of love that could be achieved by one little scientist with nothing to his name but a little green potion and every mental illness. I for one think it was a fantastic idea.

No tldr, ur just gonna have to match my freak on this one. Hope my mad ramblings made some sense. Peace and love

[grlsbstshot]

NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters):

Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Chapters:

Neon Lights Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: back in los angeles, jamani's romantic bubble bursts as reality sets in. paparazzi swarm, work resumes, and tensions rise when sloane and Christian get involved. meanwhile, genie struggles with her growing feelings for ej and overcomes an emotional setback

Warnings: smut (18+, minors dni), toxic relationship, them b words! (watch them b words!), sexual activity (fingering & oral - female receiving), dirty talk, explicit terminology -- if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 10.1k I told yall a lot was going on. GET IN HERE. Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

The automatic doors of LAX slid open, and the quiet hum of the airport interior was instantly drowned out by a wall of noise. Cameras flashed like lightning strikes, shouts ricocheted off the concrete, and the steady hum of idling cars was punctuated by the screech of tires.

James Lucas stepped out first, his hand gripping Imani’s before he notices the gathering that immediately moves in their direction. He shifts to wrap his arm around her waist to keep her close as if she might slip away in the chaos. He kept his head down, the reflection of his sunglasses obscured though his clenched jaw was impossible to hide. Genie followed close behind, similar pair of sunglasses on, her carry on suitcase trailing noisily over the pavement.

Her body language shifted from relaxed to tense before she regained a level of poise that escaped her companions. She had been used to this from birth. Where Jameson hadn't learned to hide his feelings, Genie did. She stared straight ahead, placing her hand against Imani's shoulder. The two worked in tandem to protect Imani.

“James! Imani! Are you two back together?” “Did you get engaged in Rome?” “Imani, over here! Can you look this way?” “James, what about the rumors you were seeing someone else before the trip?”

The questions came rapid-fire, each one laced with a sharper edge than the last. James didn’t answer. He never did. Instead, he tightened his grip around Imani as they navigated the maze of photographers and reporters. Airport security came out to assist but they were seemingly overwhelmed by the paps who all seemed to want to trigger a reaction from the trio.

Imani, for her part, looked unbothered. She wore oversized sunglasses and a sleek black coat that fell just below her knees, her expression unreadable as flashes lit up her face. But Jameson could feel her tight grasp on his free hand —the way her fingers curled slightly in his palm, the way her steps quickened when a reporter got too close.

"C'mon, man. Back up." Jameson muttered, his voice low and steady as they approached the car waiting. He shot a glance at Genie, who was now a step behind, her phone pressed to her ear as she pretended to be deep in conversation. Genie was good at this. She didn’t flinch, didn’t react. She just kept walking, her lips twitching into a smirk as one particularly overeager photographer tripped over his own feet.

The car was waiting just beyond the barricade, its sleek black frame a beacon of escape. Jameson guided Imani toward it, shielding her with his body as they reached the curb. A final burst of shouts erupted behind them—"Imani, do you think this will last?"—but the door slammed shut before the words could linger.

She didn't say anything but she turned to glare at the man who asked the question before Jameson shut the door. He moved to help Genie into the car, protecting her the way as he had done with Imani. Her bag was placed on the floor as she took his hand and front of her seat next to her and finally, he climbed inside. The doors were shut and finally, each could hear themselves think.

Inside the car, silence fell over them all like a heavy curtain. Imani exhaled first, sliding her sunglasses off and rubbing her temples. “That was worse than usual.”

"They get worse and worse every fucking day." Jameson said, his voice still tight as he leaned back against the seat. His shoulders stayed stiff, though, as if he couldn’t quite relax. The questions they had flung at the two bothered him -- more than he was willing to admit.

From the front seat, Genie let out a breathy laugh. "Welcome home, lovebirds." She turned to glance at them, one perfectly arched brow lifting. "Jamani was trending before we even got through customs."

Jameson groaned, closing his eyes. Imani didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on her phone as it buzzed softly in her lap. One new message.

[ 2134551147 ]: welcome back. let’s catch up soon.

She stared at it for a moment too long before responding

[ imani ]: and this would be? [ 2134551147 ]: christian

She frowned, wondering why he felt they were close enough for a welcome back text. As far as she knew, he was the guy her best friend had a crush on. Nothing more, nothing less. Either way, Imani wasn't interested in making him a priority. She ignored the text, locking her phone and dropping it in her bag as she reached across the space between she and Jameson to brush her fingertips against his earlobe.

He opened his eyes to gaze at her, smiling faintly as he reached up to pull her hand to his mouth. He pressed kiss after kiss to her skin -- from her fingertips to her wrist. They left the chaos of the paparazzi blitz behind but she couldn't help but feel that something else was coming.

As the car rolled up the long driveway to Jameson's Beverly Hills home, Genie was the first to see someone parked out front. She didn't recognize the car and briefly glanced into the backseat to ask Jameson if it was his -- but he and Imani were both asleep. So Genie didn't say a word. She thanked their driver as he came to a stop at the front door, a strange flutter in her chest. She wasn’t sure what it was—maybe the exhaustion from the long flight or the pull of being back in familiar surroundings—but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different.

She got out of the car, lifting her bag before she knocked on the back window hard. She heard Jameson jolt awake with a groan and knew her job was done. Before she could get used to the weight of the bag in her hand, it was snatched away. Genie turned with a speed that gave her a sprain in her damn neck. Standing next to her was EJ.

She blinked at him in surprise, realization dawning on her that the car she didn't recognize was his. "Ms. Adesanya," he greeted her softly, his gaze sweeping the length of her body. "Welcome back." From her crown of curls to the sneakers she wore, nothing escaped the touch of his gaze. Genie tried to get her mouth to work but all that came out was a cough. She heard doors opening behind her and was briefly grateful that Imani and Jameson had gotten out.

Imani was already gathering her things, slipping out of the car with a stretch of her arms over her head. Jameson made himself busy taking their things out of the car. Bag after bag was swept into his grasp as he overloaded himself -- doing his best to make sure Imani didn't have to carry a thing. "It feels good to be back." she said, a sigh of escaping her as she easily headed up the entryway into Jameson's home. It was like she hadn't spent a year as someone else's girlfriend. Jameson followed her inside, a little smile on his face as she went inside.

"Mhm." Genie agreed but her thoughts were on the man in front of her. Besides the short nod he gave them both, he hadn't moved to greet his best friend or hers. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, swallowing her surprise and reaching for the bag he had taken from her. EJ moved his hand back, refusing to let her recollect it. She couldn’t stop thinking about the conversations they’d had while she was in Rome, the way his voice had softened when he spoke to her, the teasing that had felt more personal than usual. She’d tried to ignore it. Tried to tell herself it was nothing. But it was hard to deny the way her heart beat a little faster as he stood in front of her.

"I wanted to be here when you got here. I missed you." EJ said, his voice light, but there was an underlying warmth to it that made Genie’s stomach do a little flip.

She forced herself not to smile, trying to keep her aloof confidence intact. "Somehow I doubt you missed me that much." she said softly, her voice came out a little breathless, and she hated how obvious it was. Genie sized him up, eventually relenting in letting him carry her bag. She edged around him, staying out of reach as if he'd snatch her up when she least expect it.

"I did." EJ said, his gaze lingering on her. "You don't know it yet but I'm not a man who says things I don't mean. You look good, you know? You always do, but...I suppose I'm looking at you in a different way now."

Genie felt her breath catch in her throat. Her eyes went wide and she froze before scrambling up the steps into Jameson's house. She was only supposed to drop the two off and then ask the driver to take her home but she wasn't thinking straight. She tried to put as much distance between herself and EJ. She hadn’t been prepared for...whatever he was doing. Normally, she would have brushed it off, made a joke, but there was something in the way he said it, something in the way he was looking at her, that made her feel exposed.

"Ms. Adesanya." EJ called out and Genie turned in the doorway. Jameson and Imani were nowhere to be seen. Nothing to distract from the fact that her heart was beating like crazy. "Let me know when you're ready to go home. I'll take you. I know you've got to be tired. It was a long trip."

"I'm not tired. Do I look tired?" Genie refuted, trying to figure out how to avoid being alone with EJ. She moved into the living room, settling herself on a couch and putting her feet up onto it so he didn't sit next to her. "It’s the jetlag," she said quickly, hoping to deflect. "Nothing serious."

"Well, if that’s jetlag, I think I need to catch it too." His voice was light, but his eyes were serious now, and it made her skin feel too tight. EJ sat her bag down next to the couch she was sitting on and made himself comfortable across from her -- on an entirely different couch. Genie relaxed somewhat...until he spoke again.

"I was hoping we could talk," he said, his voice softer now.

"About what?"z "You and me."

The words hung in the air, and Genie’s heart skipped a beat. She’d always known EJ cared, but hearing him say it like that... it was too much. Too real.

"I was unaware there was a you and me."z "There isn't. Not yet. That's what I want to talk about."

Genie jumped up from the couch, fear forcing her to pretend she hadn't heard him. "Imani! I'm going home!" The house was massive and she had no idea if she had heard her. "Jamie! I'm leaving! See you guys later!" The pull between them was undeniable, but she wasn’t ready to let herself feel it. She wasn’t ready to let him in. The last time she had done that, she got ripped apart. She didn't know EJ well enough to know that he wasn't like Christian -- and she couldn't afford to put herself at risk again.

She reached down for her bag again -- only for her hand to collide with EJ's. He was still look at her with those soft, caring eyes. Despite the fact that she had abruptly ended his attempts to establish a connection, he was still doing his best to take care of her. It should have calmed her but it scared her even more. She wanted to give in to it. "I got it. I got you." EJ said softly, waiting until she relented to pick up the bag. There was no anger or even a hint of upset in his gaze. Instead, he gave her a smile and nodded his head towards the door. "Let's go."

EJ pulled the car to a smooth stop in front of Genie’s home -- peering out of the window curiously. He had never seen her home before but it suited her. She didn't live in a massive mansion, behind iron gates. There was a wooden gate around the modern building. It fit into the West Hollywood neighborhood and it suited her. Sleek and smooth. He could bet there wasn't a thing out of place inside. Genie Adesanya had completely organized her life to fit into neat little sections. No wonder she didn't know what to do with him. EJ knew he didn't fit into a neat square. He glanced at her as she was unbuckling her seat beat, her movements brisk and deliberate like she was trying to avoid lingering too long.

"Thank you for the ride," she said, her voice light but a little too practiced.

"It's no problem," EJ replied, watching her out of the corner of his eye. "I'm just glad to help." She was all polished edges and grace, but there was something different. Something softer. Something...unnerved. Her usual air of confidence felt thinner, like she was holding it together with sheer willpower. He didn't flirt any further, didn't make a move the entire ride over. Little by little, she relaxed and he knew that she wasn't playing hard to get. She was unsure of him...and herself.

Genie opened the door and stepped out. Instead of closing the door, she paused then leaned down to give him a quick smile. "Really, EJ. Thank you. I...I'm sorry for being such a mess."

"You don't have a thing to apologize for." EJ said, softly, wanting to stop her before she even broached the subject again. "Go ahead. I'll wait for you to go inside." Genie nodded and closed the door before opening the back one to grab her bag out of it.

He watched as she walked toward gate and then to the front door, her back straight and her steps purposeful. But just before she reached the door, she hesitated. It was barely noticeable—a slight pause, a hitch in her stride—but it was enough to make EJ’s grip on the wheel tighten. She didn’t look back, though. She pushed through the door and disappeared inside, leaving EJ alone in the car.

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the empty spot where she’d stood. He let out a slow breath, leaning back against the headrest as he tried to sort through the knot of emotions twisting in his chest. He hadn’t expected to feel this way. Not about her. Genie was... Genie. Confident, poised, untouchable. She wasn’t supposed to make him feel like this—like he wanted to protect her, to peel back the layers she kept so carefully in place and see what was underneath.

His interest hadn't waned but he realized rather quickly that doggedly pursuing her wasn't a way to get what he wanted. She would just run faster. Something had shifted when she saw him waiting for her. She hadn't been playfully flirty as he expected. He’d seen the cracks in her armor, the uncertainty she tried so hard to hide. And it hit him then, like a punch to the gut: she was scared. Scared of him. Scared of whatever this thing was between them.

EJ scrubbed a hand over his face, letting out a low chuckle. "Okay, Ms. Adesanya. I'll take my time." He couldn’t just charge in like he usually did, teasing and flirting until she gave in. Genie wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever been interested in. She needed time. Patience. And he was going to give it to her.

Starting the car, EJ pulled away from the curb, his mind already racing. He’d have to find a way to settle her nerves, to show her that she didn’t have to be afraid of this. Of him.

Because if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that Genie was worth it.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the bedroom. Imani stirred beneath the soft linen sheets, the faint hum of activity from downstairs pulling her from sleep. She stretched languidly, everything pleasantly sore — a reminder of the way she and Jameson had celebrated a return to form appropriately. They hadn't even made their relationship official but Jameson carried on as if they were together again.

He had ushered her upstairs after they arrived at his home. He hadn't cared that their friends were downstairs. Jameson dropped her bags in his closet -- wordlessly inviting her to stay for as long as she wanted. Then he stripped her slowly, savoring the sight. They had both heard Genie call out to them but neither answered. They kept their gazes on each other, resisting the outside world for a little bit longer. When he spread her across his bed, he didn't let her get out of it. She spent the rest of that day and that night in the familiar sheets, embracing the fact that she was in love and always would be.

The room still carried traces of last twenty four hours: her tracksuit was separated -- the top on the floor where he'd started to undress her and the bottoms next to the bed. A flash of him peeling them along with her underwear down her legs came to mind and Imani grinned. Jameson's clothes were on the floor next to her bottoms. He hadn't taken a thing off until she came twice on his tongue. When he was undressed, he had pinned her down and went to town. The faint, intoxicating scent of him lingered on the pillows. A mixture of satisfaction and contentment warmed her chest.

Sliding out of bed, she wrapped herself in one of Jameson’s oversized button-downs from the closet then padded barefoot down from the second floor to the first. She followed the sound of clinking pans, the faint aroma of coffee, something sweet. As she got closer to the kitchen, she heard him before she saw him.

He was singing. Was it...Stevie Wonder? She laughed softly as he harmonized perfectly. Even without trying, his pitch was perfect. Jameson stood at the stove, barefoot and topless in sweatpants. "All I dooooo, ooh baby! Is think about yooou." He sang lowly as he flipped pancakes on a griddle. The image made her laugh. Suave, charming playboy dancing around his kitchen, singing love songs. "Good morning." Imani said, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk.

Jameson turned and she could see how happy he was. He lit up when he realized she was awake. "C'mere, girl." He told her as he clapped his hands together, making his way towards her with a goofy dance. Imani laughed, pushing off the counter as she tried to run from him. She moved slow as hell, waiting until he wrapped his arms around her waist to put up a fight. He pulled her body against his -- her back to his chest -- as they swayed together in his kitchen. "Well, let me tell you girrrl. Think of how exciting it would be...if you should discoveeer you feel like me!" he crooned, placing kisses to her neck between each word. "If you should discoveeer this dream is for two..."

Imani turned in his arms, hating how she giggled up at him. She was so go over this damn man that she started singing with him. "Well, I'm gonna tell you, giiirl." It hit her that they didn't sound half bad together. She opened her mouth to continue singing and he kissed her silent. She could hear the sizzling of the pancakes left on the griddle, the smell of bacon in the air. By the time he stopped kissing her, she didn't care about if he had burned breakfast or not. Stevie Wonder continued on with the song without them. He lifted his head, nipping at her lower lip. "How'd you sleep?" she heard him ask and slowly opened her arms. "Good" she said, "Very surprised you didn't wake me up though."

"You’re welcome." he teased, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'm welcome? Pussy was so good, you in here singing and making breakfast." "Dick was so good that you wearing my shirt and singing along with me. So we're both welcome."

Imani rolled her eyes and yelped when he slapped his hand against her ass. "Start the day off right before I have to get you right." He warned her with a smirk. "We got a lot to do, you know.” Imani quirked a brow, confused. She didn't have a damn thing to do besides get sucked and fucked for the next forty eight hours. "What we got to do?"

"Sloane called this morning. She's throwing a party. We're invited. A little lowkey welcome back ting."

Imani blinked at Jameson before rolling her eyes once again, stepping out of his arms as she moved around the kitchen island. "You sure she invited me?"

Jameson followed her, not letting her get too far away. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and nodded his head before he moved back to the griddle and examined the burned pancake. "Yes. I'm sure. She wanted to make sure you didn't feel a way about those pictures. It was totally innocent. I swear."

She believed him but her feelings towards he and Sloane were a little complicated. If she were being honest? She didn't trust that girl. Something about her came off as fake. The way she fawned over Jameson wasn't fake though. Never had been. Imani didn't see any other woman as a threat but Sloane was quickly getting classified as an annoyance to her relationship with Jameson. "I was hoping it could just be us for a little bit longer."

Jameson turned to face her, a spatula still in hand. "You know we can’t avoid the world forever, right? It'll be fun, baby. I promise. Sloane ain't so bad when you get to know her."

Imani stepped back and poured herself a cup of coffee as she tried her best not to let her temper get the best of her. "Sloane," she said slowly, stretching out the name so she wouldn't call her a bitch. "Is kind of a lot."

Jameson chuckled, sliding a pancake onto a plate. Clearly he agreed but some kind of loyalty kept him from saying it. "I'm telling you. Deep down, she's a sweet girl. Before she was dressed up in that designer shit, she was just a kid looking for somebody to pay attention to her. Her parents never did but I promise you -- She's a good person."

"Mhm." Imani muttered, taking a sip from her coffee cup. Jameson finished making her plate and ushered her to a seat, pressing a kiss to her head. "Listen. I promise, it'll be a short stop. We'll go, mingle, then be done in thirty minutes -- because there's a couple of positions I haven't put your flexible ass in yet and I would rather spend my time doing that."

Imani couldn't help but smirk even as she cut her eyes. He couldn't get enough of her and she was glad that the feeling was mutual. "It’s not about her tho. The cameras, the whispers, the questions. It’s a lot to walk back into. We haven't even gotten back together really."

She felt him hesitate him before he crouched down next to her seat at the table. His hand was pressed to the back of her head, gently brushing through through her hair. "We don't have to answer any questions. What we are ain't nobody business but ours. And if anybody thinks that's their business? You ain't scared to tell nobody to shut the fuck up. I saw you."

For once, Imani relented. She ignored her senses and did the opposite of what she wanted to do. She gave him a nod and watched him light up with happiness again. He kissed her quickly and moved back across the kitchen. Imani felt a flicker of unease beneath her contentment. She didn’t doubt Jameson’s feelings for her, but stepping back into his world—the world they’d left behind—felt like stepping into a minefield.

For now, though, she let herself enjoy the moment. The smell of pancakes, the warmth of his presence, the quiet promise of a new beginning. Tonight could wait.

The ice in Christian’s glass clinked as he swirled his drink, leaning back in her favorite armchair as though he owned the place. Sloane resisted the urge to snap at him to sit up properly. She didn’t have time for his nonchalance -- not when his part of the plan was essential. He was supposed to sweep Imani off her feet so that Jameson would know Imani wasn't going to stay with him.

She stood by the window, her phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, scrolling through the endless flood of notifications. The party she was planning was shaping up to be wonderful. If she genuinely cared about it, she'd be excited but it was just a means to an end. A text message came through from a 'friend' of hers -- Pictures of Jameson and Imani in every single one: the worst one was that insufferably sweet shot of him guiding and protecting her holding hands as they made their way out LAX.

"Jameson agreed to come to the party." she said, her tone wistful and soft. "He's bringing Imani."

Christian’s own tone lacked excitement. Imani hadn't replied to his text the day before. It wasn't the best start if you were trying to romance someone but he could understand how awkward things could get when you were sitting next to an ex and texting another man. "You don't sound happy. Isn’t this what you wanted?"

Sloane turned to face him, vulnerability clear in her expression. "I'm fine. I just...He looked happy. Happier than I've seen him in months. It's hard knowing that I'm trying to change that. I'm just trying to look out for him." She wanted Jameson, yes. But she also wanted him to be happy. His relationship with Imani was toxic. She just wanted him free of it.

He snorted, shaking his head at her. "Of course," he said sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink. "You’re just looking out for him. Like always."

Sloane's jaw tightened but she didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she decided to toughen up. He didn't need to hear her sob story. All he had to do was his part. Christian had a way of needling her, of making her feel like her curated control was slipping. She crossed the room and perched on the edge of the sofa, setting her phone down with deliberate precision.

"I am looking out for him. I love him. I have always loved him. I saw him before he was with her. I saw him change to be with her. Constantly twisting himself up into knots trying to be what she needed." Sloane said, her voice low and steady. “There's nothing wrong with him. He's a good man. Loving, kind, intelligent. She runs when shit gets hard. She has never held his hand through the bad times or stuck by his side. And she’ll drag him back into a depression when she leaves again. I'm trying to stop that."

Christian tilted his head, his brown eyes moving from amusement to something close to pity. "You really do think you love him, don't you?"

Nine words and it felt as if he'd slapped her in the face. She did love Jameson. She could think of no one she loved more. Why was she the only one to see it?

Sloane met his gaze head-on, her spine straight and unyielding. "I do love him. And I'm going to prove it."

Christian stared at her for a moment, taking a deep breath. Pity remained in his eyes and his voice rang hollow as he spoke -- but he nodded and relented.

"What's the plan?" "The party is the perfect opportunity to remind everyone—including Jamie—who Imani really is. The cameras will be there, the industry people. All it takes is one little push and the narrative changes. Not the loving couple who found their second chance at love. Jameson will be the spurned lover. Imani would be the evil girl who left him hanging. They won't seem inevitable to anyone paying attention." "And what’s my role in this?" "You’re the right guy to trigger a reaction out of Jameson. He doesn't like you. So get close to her. Make him doubt her. If this relationship is as fragile as I think it is, it won’t take much."

Christian stared at her for a moment, leaning back in his chair like it was the first time he'd ever seen Sloane. "Maybe you do love him. You certainly know how to hit him where it hurts."

Shame settled deep in Sloane's chest. She didn't want to hurt Jamie. The last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt Jameson and here she was -- planning a public way to do just that. She shut her eyes, reminding herself that after he and Imani were done, he'd never have to go through this again. Her gaze drifted back to the window, to the Los Angeles skyline glowing in the distance. "I'm doing what needs to be done." she murmured, almost to herself.

Behind her, Christian’s voice was a low purr. "The thing about doing what needs to be done is that it rarely ends the way you think it will, Sloane."

12 hours later...

The party was a masterpiece. Sloane stood near the grand staircase, her champagne flute balanced delicately in her hand, surveying the scene with apathy. Despite every detail being meticulously planned: the soft golden lighting, the perfectly curated guest list, the hum of conversation that never grew too loud. She wasn't interested in any of it. Sloane was waiting for Jameson's arrival. She leaned against the bannister, perched and waiting.

Her gaze swept the room, searching but she didn’t have to look long. Jameson and Imani had just arrived, their entrance turning heads as Sloane knew it would.

Imani looked polished, almost regal, in a black dress that clung to her figure, her hair swept up to perfection. Jameson, as always, exuded that effortless charm that made him impossible to ignore. And, of course, their hands were entwined, a public declaration that set Sloane’s teeth on edge.

She moved toward them, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her smile practiced and warm. "Jamie!,” she greeted, practically launching herself into his arms. The scent of his cologne was familiar, almost comforting and it only sharpened her resolve. He didn't let Imani's hand go but his free arm wrapped around her back to give her a tight hug. "I can't believe you disappeared off to god knows where! Poor EJ was eating lunch alone one day until I joined him..." Sloane trailed off, laughter caught in her throat as she realized Genie had shown up. Well, she hadn't counted on that. "Imani. Genie. Hi! You both look stunning. As always."

"Mhm. Thanks." Imani replied, her voice smooth but distant. Genie didn't reply at all. She gave Sloane a blank stare and then left the trio there.

It was awkward but Sloane bounced back, giving Imani and Jameson a bright smile. Her gaze dropped briefly to their joined hands before flicking back up. "I’m so glad you both could make it. Italian jetlag is no job. Even worse than the jetlag from Japan. C'mon. Some people are dying to see you, Jamie. We've all been looking for you."

As she led them further into the crowd, she kept her tone bright, but her mind was already spinning. Imani was playing the part well enough, but Sloane could see the cracks. The slightly too-tight smile, the way her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. She didn’t really want to be there.

Perfect.

Sloane’s eyes darted to the far corner of the room, where Christian leaned casually against the bar, his sharp suit and easy grin making him look every bit the devil she needed him to be. He caught her glance and gave a subtle nod, his cue to begin moving into position.

For now, she let Jameson and Imani settle into the party, watching as they were intercepted by a group of executives eager to schmooze with James Lucas. Half of them were all too happy to shmooze with Jamie. But Sloane noticed with satisfaction that half of them wanted to connect with Imani. Little by little, the couple began to split. They let each other's hands go and slowly drifted into mini circles of their own.

Good.

Across the room, Sloane caught sight of Genie with...EJ. They were talking casually but something in the shy smile Genie gave EJ hit Sloane in the chest. They used to be friends and she knew that meant Genie liked EJ. EJ leaned in to say something to her and Sloane watched as Genie laughed out loud. That was good too. She may not be Genie's favorite person but Sloane wanted her to find happiness.

Christian sidled up beside her, his presence surprising her. Sloane flinched before turning to glare at him. "I guess I'm up now." He didn't even wait for a response. He put his hands in his pocket and made his way toward Imani. Sloane felt a surge of anxiety in her body. The pieces were falling into place. The party hummed around her, a symphony of chatter and laughter, but she could feel the tension building beneath it.

Christian’s gaze landed on Imani from across the room, and a soft smile tugged at his lips. She looked stunning, as always. He could count on Sloane to be self-serving but he hadn't known he was capable of it until she dangled the ultimate prize right in his face. He had always wanted Imani. He saw her at a friend's party and was enchanted with the way she spoke about her music dreams. Sure enough, she chased it and there she was. A star. He wanted to bask in it with her. He thought time was on his side. That one day...they would give it a chance. But he had been wrong.

Genie was beautiful. She was lovely in all the best ways -- a genuinely good spirit -- but he hadn't wanted her. It hadn't been as Sloane said. He didn't fake date her for Imani's attention. At least not on purpose. He had let Genie pursue him though. Turning her down had proved to be difficult. For all his faults, breaking a woman's heart hadn't been something he ever wanted to do...but he had done it. Twice. The night she walked in on him and Sloane, he watched it fade from her eyes. She had held him in such high esteem and then it evaporated to nothing within an instant. He was nothing to her.

He tried to apologize so many times but Genie effectively cut he and Sloane out of her life. She hadn't told a soul as far as he knew. He had been too ashamed to pursue Imani after that. He let her slip from Jameson's hands into some damn quarterback's. And then he watched them self-destruct. He thought now he could give it a go with her. But of course -- James Lucas was proving hard to forget. Well, tonight, he was determined to remind her that she deserved more.

"Imani" he greeted warmly as he approached, his voice soft but confident.

She turned, her expression neutral but polite. "Christian."

He smiled, careful to keep his tone light. "It’s been a while. You're as radiant as ever."

"What do you want?" she asked, her words blunt but not unkind.

Christian chuckled softly. "Straight to the point. I admire that about you." He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice to make the conversation feel more personal. "I just wanted to check in. See how you’re doing."

"I'm fine." "Good. I'm glad to hear that. Especially now that you’re back with Jameson." "We're not back together." "No? That entrance made me think you guys were." "Me and Jameson are nobody's business but our own." "I completely agree. I actually came to warn you." "About?" "Sloane."

He had her full attention then. He could see it in how the tense outline of her shoulders. Her gaze shot across the room and sure enough -- Sloane was with Jameson. Laughing and talking lowly. She lifted her hand, brushing it against his forearm as he told her some story. They looked close. Intimate even.

"What about her?" "I'm sure you trust him. But life with him comes with her attached." "How you figure?" "I mean...look at them." "I don't need to. I trust him." "Good. I hope you two are everything you want to be," he said carefully. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Christian sighed, shrugging his shoulder. "Look, I’m not trying to cause trouble. I just... I know how much you’ve been through with him. And I know how close he and Sloane are." Her brows furrowed, but she didn’t interrupt. The silence stretched on for a full minute before she spoke again.

"They're friends." she said firmly, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice.

"Maybe." Christian conceded. "But I’ve seen how she looks at him, Imani. And I’ve seen how he lets her. You deserve someone who puts you first, always. Someone who makes you feel secure."

Imani’s jaw tightened, and Christian softened his tone, wanting sincerity to shine though...even if he was being deceptive. "We don't know each other well but I know Genie. It didn't end well between us. but I know you mean the world to her. I'm trying to make up for my wrongs. You deserve the world, Imani."

Imani didn’t respond, brushing past him with a mix of grace and frustration. Christian watched her go, calling out before she left earshot, "If you ever need someone to talk to -- someone who can see you above all else -- I'm here." She didn't turn around but he knew she had heard him.

From across the room, he noticed Genie watching him. Her expression was cautious, her posture tense. A man next to her took a step forward, protectively placing a hand against her arm. Christian gave her a nod in greeting before moving back into the fringes of the party.

Genie’s eyes flicked back to Imani and Christian, her stomach twisting with unease. Christian’s hand lingered too close to Imani’s arm, his smile too practiced, too deliberate. Imani seemed to pull away slightly, but the subtle shift only made the tension between them more obvious. Genie’s heart tightened, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy—though she quickly brushed it aside.

She had no right to feel that way, right? Imani was her best friend, and Jameson’s girlfriend. She'd never fall for the shit Christian could spew but...but why was he so fixated on Imani? First it was Sloane and now Imani? Both her best friends...but never her.

She glanced down at her glass, her fingers tightening around it. The conversations around her seemed to fade into the background. She was so used to living in the periphery of Jameson and Imani’s relationship, always supporting them, always being the friend. But now, standing here at the edge of the party, watching Imani and Christian, Genie realized how much of her life had been spent orbiting around their drama, their needs, their world.

She had spent so much time trying to hold everything together for them—always watching, always helping, never asking for anything in return. There was a beautiful, funny man standing next to her, wanting her. She wanted him just the same but she let the insecurity about Christian make her afraid. What good was life if she didn't actually live it?

A soft chuckle broke through her thoughts, and she turned to find EJ standing nearby, a playful grin on his face. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, though his eyes were warm with concern.

Genie hesitated, then nodded, giving him a grateful smile. “Yeah, just... thinking.”

"About what?" "About the talk you wanted to have with me earlier?"

She watched his eyes go wide in surprise and couldn't help but laugh. She shyly dropped her gaze from his -- knowing that her sudden 180 had confused him but in an instant -- everything had become clear. It was scary trying to see where things go with him but she was going to do it anyway. “You want to get away from it all for a bit?”

He blinked, "What do you mean?”

Genie's grin softened, and there was something in her eyes -- something unspoken. “We could go upstairs. Get away from all the noise, have a drink, talk. Just... you and me.”

Her breath caught as she waited for his response. She’d spent so much time worrying about everyone else, about Imani and Jameson and their tangled mess of emotions. She’d spent so much time denying the way her heart fluttered every time EJ was near, pretending that the connection between them was nothing more than friendly flirtation. But maybe it was time to stop pretending.

She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time tonight. The way his eyes softened when they met hers, the way his lips quirked into that familiar, teasing smile. He was there for her, in a way no one else had been.

And maybe, just maybe, it was time to let herself feel something for once.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, "I think I’d like that."

She was sober. Completely sober. She'd only had a single glass of champagne but Genie couldn't explain what came over her when EJ closed the bedroom door behind them. She didn't even know whose bedroom this was! All she knew was that she decided to restart her life. She was going to start it right then. EJ lifted his gaze to her, giving that same patient and gentle grin...and Genie pulled him in for a kiss. She was all clumsy enthusiasm, making up for her impatience with the expert use of her tongue. By the time she was done with him, she was sucking on his tongue with gentle moans and she could feel him hard against her thigh. He pushed against her silk dress, hands grasping at the fabric covering her ass.

She was so caught up in kissing him that she didn't realize he had her dress raised over her hips and bunched up at the back. EJ expertly moved them until the wood of the door was pressed to her back. Genie broke the kiss in a daze, blinking back to some sense of sanity. She felt the chill of the wood against her ass, the thong she wore to avoid lines on her dress doing nothing to cover her up.

She saw in that moment that EJ was a man of precision and focus. He didn't attempt to undress her or even get himself unclothed. He simply shoved her tongue aside and delved into her wetness with his index and middle. He didn't set a brutal pace. He eased into her with care, watching as her stance widened as she tried to keep herself upright. Even the door wasn't enough support for her. "Ms. Adesanya needs some help, don't she?"

Genie whined, nodding her head. She fully expected him to hitch her leg up his waist and keep going. Instead, he dropped to his knees with ease. He placed her left leg over his shoulder and did the same with the right. It removed his fingers from her but she gave a yelp of surprise, realizing he was bearing the weight of her body on his shoulders. Genie reached out for anything, trying to grasp onto the door but it was useless. She had to put her trust into EJ. She forced herself to relax and it worked...for about five minutes. Until he put his mouth on her.

She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room as she fought the urge to twist her hips and grind against his face. The position meant she had to trust in him and not move too much. Her fingers found purchase in his jacket, pulling gently as she lost herself in the sensations. Every time he flicks his tongue against her sweet spot, Genie gasped. It wasn't long before he was picking up the pace, using only his tongue to get her off as his hands propped her thighs wide open.

The sound of his tongue lashing against her was joined by the sound of her getting wetter and wetter. The sound of sex filled the air, thick and heavy to the point where it felt like it'd choke her if she didn't say something. "E-EJ," she breathed out between moans, "That feels so good."

Her hips bucked wildly against him, seeking more contact with his eager mouth. He slid his tongue from her clit to between her folds, feasting on her pussy like he was a starving man who'd survived years without a meal. Her vision blurred with pleasure as she looks down at him. She couldn't close her legs around his head even if she wanted to. All she could do was take it.

Her body trembled with need as her jaw dropped. EJ focused on her clit, sucking with deep pulls. Genie couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. She simply...let it happen. She came on his face with a shudder, the ability to speak beyond her. She began to grind her pussy against her face and she felt him push himself forward, meeting every twist of her hips with eagerness. It was like he wanted her essence covering every inch of his skin. The realization made her come again. It hit her so hot and fast that she screamed his full name, becoming unbalanced. "I got you, Ms. Adesanya. I told you I had you." He whispered softly and she held those words close to her heart.

But she didn't hit the floor. EJ pulled back just enough to gently guide her down. There she lay -- on the floor or someone's bedroom, feeling delirious as a man who scared the shit out of her twelve hours ago continued to eat her out. It didn't matter that she had come twice. That damn tongue just kept lapping it all up. The more he licked at her, the more she gave him. It was neverending.

Genie hummed with happiness. EJ lifted his head to watch her. The silly little grin on her face made his dick throb but he knew this was as far as they were going to go. They had moved faster than he wanted to but he didn't turn the chance down. Sliding his fingers back into her, he kissed her thigh and tested her limits. He spent the next hour seeing what she could and couldn't take.

They didn't get up from the floor. His damn knees had started to hurt but he didn't break the spell -- even if there was a bed mere feet away.

Two fingers? Perfect. She rode em like a pro. Three? Tight fit but she took it and even squirted a bit to their surprise. Four? She came as soon as he even attempted to wedge his pinky inside of her. Direct contact with her clit? She loved it. Came within minutes. Indirect contact? She got impatient and bratty. Using his tongue? He could turn her into a grunting and gasping mess.

Never would he have thought that he could be so turned on by giving someone else nothing but attention and pleasure but there he was -- finding joy in devouring the girl he'd had a million fantasies about in a week.

Genie's back arched from the floor as he switched his attention to her clit, flicking it with his tongue in just the right way. Her thighs were wet, his face was a mess, and her moans had weakened in power. She was so lost in him that she didn't see the doorknob turn. EJ kept his attention on her, knowing whoever it was couldn't get inside. The door was locked. But Genie coasted towards yet another orgasm -- not giving a damn what was happening downstairs, who was at the door, or all the reasons this shouldn't happen. Her legs tensed and he could feel it wash over her.

"Fuck," EJ groaned against her, "Ms. Adesanya, Ms. Adesanya." Genie finally shut her thighs over his head, shaking her head. She couldn't take anymore. She flinched with her touch...even as he pulled away from her. "You can call me Genie now." She whispered to him, a blissed out grin on her face as he laughed out loud.

Jameson leaned against the bar, swirling the ice in his drink as Sloane’s laugh rang out beside him. She was recounting some ridiculous story about her latest project, her tone animated and her gestures exaggerated. The girl was a trip and he couldn't help but laugh when he was with her. They always had a good time. He chuckled absently, his eyes scanning the crowd for Imani.

"She"s probably off networking, I did see her with Christian McKay" Sloane said, following his gaze. "Don't worry so much! Or I mean...maybe she’s just avoiding us."

Jameson frowned at the mention of Christian McKay -- standing straight. He couldn't stand that bastard. But something Sloane said caused him to turn back to her. "Why would she avoid us?"

Sloane shrugged, sighing loudly. "Or maybe just me. I mean -- the mags tried to make it seem like we had something going on. Maybe she's uncomfortable with me. You don't have to worry though. I'm going to make sure she doesn't think that at all."

Jameson smiled faintly, lifting his hand to pat her shoulder in gratitude. "Thank you, Lo. I know you don't exactly approve but that means a lot to me."

Sloane's smiled up at him fondly. "I'd do anything for you, Jamie. Even if it means making nice with someone who causes stress and strife in your life."

Jameson rolled his eyes, scoffing as he dropped his hand from her shoulder. "Here we go again. I can handle Imani. I handled the drama in Italy. I can handle our relationship. Everything's fine."

Before she could respond, he saw Imani approaching and immediately perked up. Relief washed over him, her presence like a steady anchor in the chaos of the party. "Baby!" His deep voice called out as he grinned, waving her over. "C'mere!" The closer he got, the more he saw she was agitated. "What's wrong?"

She opened her mouth to speak but there was Sloane, waving her towards the bar. "She's fine. Don't be silly. Hi, Mani! So glad you could finally join us. Come. You have to have the dirty martini and tell me more about Italy. Jamie told me it was so sweet. Arguing, making up. Some would say that's the hallmark of a toxic relationship but I think that's pure romance for you two."

He saw it on her face before she even opened her mouth. She was pissed. Jameson turned to give Sloane a stare -- wondering what the fuck made her say that. "I see you been telling your lil friend everything."

Jameson's gaze shot from Sloane back to Imani and he could tell that he was in dangerous territory. "No, baby. I didn't --"

Sloane frowned, tilting her head as if she didn't understand. "Did I say something wrong? I was...just saying, it’s a shame you both went all that way just to bring your baggage with you."

"Alright, enough." Jameson said sharply, watching them both. Sloane lapsed into silence obediently but Imani didn't seem phased. She cocked her head to the side, glared at him, and then back at Sloane.

"Your friend got an issue with me or sum’n?" Imani asked, placing her hands on her hips. Attempting to hide the scowl on her face wasn’t an option anymore. She was too annoyed to try. Sloane had lapsed into silence but Jameson knew that wouldn't hold for long.

“No, baby. Why would she?” “Cause she keeps making all these snide ass remarks. I know you heard ‘em, Jameson.” “That’s just how she jokes, babe. She’s just playing around.” “Well you need to tell her that I don’t play like that 'cause she got one more time.”

He felt it spark something in Sloane. She put her glass down on the bar and took a step forward. Jameson immediately wedged himself between the two of them. he didn't know who the fuck Sloane thought she was fooling. she knew damn well she couldn't fight...but he knew Imani could. He knew she'd drag across the floor so good that her Prada pumps would snap in two. He had to figure out how to de-escalate the situation.

"I don't know what's going on with you, Imani." Sloane told her from behind Jameson but he saw her pop her head around his frame. "But I won't tolerate being disrespected at my own event."

People had started to turn and pay attention and slowly, you could hear a pin drop throughout the event. "Why the hell are ya'll putting me in this position?" he muttered to them both as Imani tried to sidestep him.

Imani's head cocked to the side. She looked at Jameson like he morphed into a mythical creature. “In this position? I don’t have no issues with her. She’s the one walkin’ around here like I’m fucking her man or something.”

Jameson frowned, “Cut that shit out. Sloane and I are just friends. Everybody knows that but you."

Imani rolled her eyes in that way he hated. “Are you sure she knows that? Have you seen the way she looks at you? That bitch is in love with you! Everybody sees it but you!” she sighed, wishing she could exhale the tension from her body as well. “I can’t say I blame her delusional ass though. I mean, look at how affectionate you are with her.”

"Hold on. How the fuck did this become my fault?" he retorted. "Because she's your problem. I bet if you walked up to that bitch right now and kissed her, she’ll let you.” "Would you just let it go? And stop calling her a bitch. I don’t know why you act like this over her. All I want is you!" “Well act like it then! Stop being all over her all the fuckin’ time. Then maybe she won’t get the wrong idea and --” “She knows we’re just friends! You’re the only one not seeing that. I’m not switching up how i act with my friend just because you made up a scenario in your head!" “Ohhhhh now I’m making up shit in my head? Go to hell, Jameson! I knew I shouldn’t have came to this dumb ass party! You want her here to just stroke your ego? Aight, bet!”

She turned away from him and he felt Sloane relax behind him, her hands grasping his shirt and forearm. As Imani made her exit, Sloane held him back. He immediately snatched away, upset at the turn things had taken. "Why the fuck did you antagonize her?" He rounded on Sloane with wide eyes.

Her lower lip quivered as she shook her head quickly. "I didn't mean to! You heard her being nasty to me. It's not my fault you care about me too. What does she want you to do? Abandon everyone but her?"

He clenched his jaw, words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. Jameson couldn't find it in himself to refute her claims. All he wanted to do was get to Imani. He shook his head and moved away from Sloane, quickly following Imani's steps out of the party -- to the amazed faces of partygoers. He could only imagine the fucking headlines tomorrow.

“Imani! Imani!”

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who it was. She didn’t bother to turn around. She busied herself with her phone instead, looking for a ride to get the hell away from there. She refused to put herself at risk for Jameson only to get disregarded for a bitch that he didn't even realize loved him.

“What do you want? Don’t you have a girlfriend to attend to?” she snapped. “I’m attending to her right now.”

She shook her head, normally charmed by his antics, but right now? She didn’t find anything he said to be amusing. “I’m not a second fiddle bitch, Jameson. You gone have to make a choice. It’s me or her.”

His eyes went wide and she knew he was either in shock or pissed. She didn't like either option. “Do you hear yourself right now? Are you really gonna make me choose between you and my childhood friend? That’s ridiculous, Imani.”

“That’s not your friend, Jameson! She’s a bitch. She's obsessed with you but you too blind to fuckin’ to see it cause you like that shit deep down.”

"So now Sloane is obsessed and I secretly like it? You don't hear the ridiculous shit coming out of your mouth?"

She scoffed, “Oh now I’m being ridiculous? Fuck you and that bitch, Jamie. Go back to her party and be with her.”

“I don’t want her! I want you.” "Like I said, it’s me or her.” “I'm not doing that, Mani. You’re not going to make me choose between you or my friend.” “Sounds like you made your choice to me, Jamie. Go marry her and have some light-eyed ass kids!” she said. “Have a nice life and leave me the fuck alone.”

Jameson took a deep breath and Imani knew he was searching for patience or some kind of reply. She didn't give a fuck what he had to say about anything anymore. She gave him the choice and the answer hadn't been her.

"Baby, this isn't fair. And it is ridiculous. I'm not giving up on us. I never will. But i want you to be clear -- it's you walking away. Again. Like you always do."

She laughed, shaking her head. "No, it's you, Jamie. You refuse to set boundaries between you and -- that girl. I like threesomes, but I'm not into polyamorous relationships so y'all have fun."

Sadness set into his expression and she knew she had to stay strong. It was like she told him in Italy -- a fuck ass speech wouldn't always fix things between them. He couldn't smooth over his mistakes with love or charm or sex. Not this time. "It's always only been you. You know that," he said softly. "She doesn't factor into our relationship. Never has. So why are we doing this? Why is this happening, Mani?"

Imani quirked a brow at him, tilting her head. "Does she know that? No. But i can't blame her. She gets you without the headaches. Without the fights. So y'all have at it."

Jameson frowned. "She gets a friend. You got my heart, Imani. Why is that never good enough for you?"

She shook her head, "It's not enough because you act like she got a piece of that shit too, Jamie! You can say you don't but why else would Sloane act the way she does?"

He huffed with frustration, moving away from Imani as he paced. He was getting angry and was doing his best not to show it. "I told you about her life. She doesn't have anybody but me and Genie. Just me now. I can't abandon her. I don't want to, Imani."

They just kept talking in circles. She knew they would never get anywhere. Imani put her hand up, shaking her head. "I told you. You gone have to choose. Me or her." The sleek Mercedes she'd requested to pick her up pulled to a stop at the sidewalk and Imani gave Jameson one last look before climbing inside. He looked so damn defeated that she didn't know what to do with herself. She chose to remain strong. She picked herself first over the stress and chaos that came with being with Jameson...and she didn't think there was anything he could say to change her mind.

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"Slut!" (Bad Omens part II)

Summary: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!reader. Despite what happened with Rudy, you and Eddie break up again to protect the band. Eddie moves onto a new relationship, but history repeats itself, causing strain within the group. Frustrated with the pattern, your bandmates threaten the future of the band. To add insult to injury, you're labeled as the "slut", with all blame directed your way —or so it’s claimed. Warnings: cheating, slut-shaming, a little smutty, a little angsty, a little fluffy, jealousy, mentions of Steddie x reader, y/n is used like two times sorry, I use a taylor song as if it’s corroded coffin’s so imagine it like rock, fighting, drinking, language Words: 7.1k a/n: please know that eddie is cheating on his girlfriend here, and it’s a happy ending for reader and eds, so if you don’t like that don’t read it. Also, this is like my fifth fic where there’s cheating I don’t know how to defend myself here, I promise I completely hate this irl, it’s just hot to write :)

part I: Bad Omens

Megan.

Eddie’s new girl.

Or as the headlines say: Eddie Munson’s New Hot Model Girlfriend.

Yes, she’s a model! Not a Victoria’s Secret model, thank God, that would be just what you needed to kill yourself.

She’s not actually “new” anymore, it has been a year already. Even a whole album in the middle, “kiss”. The one where you had to kiss Eddie on the mouth for the cover of it, that’s what everybody seems to care about anyway.

That’s not actually the cover though, it’s just Eddie sat on a chair covered in lipstick stains all over his face, neck and shirt. Then you with Gareth and Jeff behind him, each of you with a different lipstick color: you with red, Jeff with maroon, and Gareth with purple. Eddie has kisses of all those three colors all over him, but the one on the lips was red.

Anyway, they started dating over a year now. It was literal hell for you, watching her wait for him after shows in the backstage and once you go back there after finishing, watching her jump on him to congratulate him, watching them kiss, watching them dance at parties, her sitting on his lap all the time, listening to his god-awful comments or jokes with double meaning about what they did last night. But it was nothing, you two were just bandmates, best friends, he was to you just like what Gareth or Jeff were to you, the brothers you never had, right?

Only you’ve never kissed Gareth, nor Jeff. But you did kiss Eddie before, you’ve had sex with him, for God’s sake!

But you two are just friends, all the flirting is just for show. Or that’s what Eddie keeps telling Megan.

You’ve never had a friendship where you got mad at them for making out with their own girlfriend in front of you, and them actually saying sorry. But that actually happened between you and Eddie, he even dropped to his knees asking for you to forgive him, not having to give it a double thought as for why you were so jealous over her. You both knew. You just couldn’t do anything about it. That would put the band in too much danger, and the band came first, always.

But thanks to that little jealousy scene Eddie had to call Steve, who had told you he lost his job recently and was trying to figure out what to do with his life next, he was in no rush though, his family was filthy rich, so he could take all the time he needed. You had the amazing idea to invite him over for the rest of the tour, sort of like a little groupie of yours. You’ve had your short history with Steve the tour before this one, and also a shorter history involving you, Steve and Eddie, but that was before he got his own girlfriend.

Steve stayed touring with you guys all over Europe, but as you got back to the United States, Steve decided it was time to go back to his own life. You were sad obviously, understanding him but missing him nonetheless, it wasn’t like you two were much of a serious couple, again he was there as a groupie of the band’s lead singer. But he helped a lot as a distraction to forget about Eddie and Megan. And he obviously became someone important for whom you cared a lot.

Nowadays, it has been a few months since Steve left you guys, you were touring North America now. Megan couldn’t always be with you, she had to go back to LA for time to time to keep modelling, but she always flew to wherever you guys were to keep seeing Eddie.

She wasn’t with you guys currently, you were in New York having sold out two consecutive weekends, six nights in total that you were playing just in NY. You still had two more nights to end weekend one, but you still had a whole other week here. Next stop was LA.

The show was incredible, crowd went crazy as usual, and you all had an amazing night. With all that energy still in you, you guys went to an after party, and drank a lot to celebrate.

“Oh, there you are” Eddie says after he went to get more shots to do with you.

“Here I am”

“Ready for more?” Eddie asks and you nod.

“Always”

“Come here pretty girl” he demands and you both know that with that nickname you’ll do anything he asks for. “Open up” he orders right after holding you closer by the waist—and god you love the feeling of his hands on you. You open your mouth and he pours the liquid that was on the tiny cup, you swallow quickly and cringe at the strong taste of alcohol. “Good girl”

“It’s your turn now” you remind him.

“You wanna do it to me now?” he offers and you nod. He kneels in front of you, since he’s so much taller than you, so you can pour the cup into his mouth easily. You grin at the sight before you, Eddie on his knees, hands on your thighs now and his mouth wide open waiting for you, eyes locked on yours. You start pouring the liquid and he swallows it as if it was water.

“Good boy” you tease him back and he smirks.

He gets up not so smoothly this time, since he kind of stumbles almost falling onto you. He’s way closer now, eyes not leaving yours as if he’s mesmerized. “Hi”

“Hi” you giggle.

“You look really beautiful tonight” he whispers as if he was just thinking out loud.

“Yeah, I do?” you tease but he nods anyway.

“Yeah, and you were amazing tonight, so good, you’re always so good on stage” he keeps whispering.

“Thank you Eddie, you were amazing too,” you tell him, “and just between you and I… you always look so hot performing, playing guitar so I can sing with you…”

“Wanna kiss you” he practically whimpers getting so close to your lips they’re almost touching.

“Do it” you whisper on his mouth. You weren’t thinking, neither of you two was.

So he kisses you, his hand goes up to your hair and pulls you the centimetre closer that was left for your lips to touch. The kiss is passionate, hard, just what you two needed from each other. His hot tongue on your mouth make you sigh and instantly your tongue starts dancing with his. Your hands go to his hair to pull on it and he groans into your mouth. His hands go to your hips and he pulls you closer, you can feel the bulge in his pants against your tummy, and it turns you on even more.

“I need you baby” he says separating for a second just to keep kissing you.

“Need you too Eds” you whimper.

“Fuck-“ he takes a big breath an turns back to you. “Let’s go back to the hotel, please?”

You nod without even thinking twice about it.

“There’s still a few paps outside” he warns you, “ you go out first, I’ll be right behind you, we don’t want them to see this, right?” he signals his crotch and a chuckle escapes from your lips. You give him a good last kiss —well, for now at least— and you go outside, walk right into the car waiting for you, ignoring all the cameras and flashes that were also waiting for any of you to walk out of the bar. Eddie gets in after you and he wastes no time to attack your neck right after he closes the door.

“Back to the hotel” you tell the driver between giggles and he starts the car acting as if you two aren’t almost dry humping in the backseat.

The drive to the hotel passes by with moans and sighs between both of you, lots of making out and resisting the need to rip each other’s clothes off right then and there.

When the driver stops the car, Eddie grabs the first bill he finds in his wallet making sure it’s a good tip as a thank you for his professionalism. Thank God all the people that worked for you had to sing an NDA to get the job, otherwise your publicist would be ripping his hair out tomorrow.

There weren’t any paparazzi at the hotel thankfully, so you can get in and walk to the elevator in peace.

You press the bottom to your floor and the doors close as you feel Eddie pressing himself on your ass, you laugh and go back to kissing him.

When the doors open again you stumble until you get to the first room you see. Eddie’s room finally.

He closes the door by pushing you against it. His lips ghost over yours but he’s not yet closing the distance, grabbing you by the neck so you can’t kiss him. He gets his tongue out a little and you can feel the warmth over your mouth, but not the actual skin.

“Eddie” you whimper and he laughs at you.

“You’re so hot baby” he starts, “gonna let me fuck you, huh?”

He teases you but you nod nonetheless.

“You don’t know how much I missed kissing this pretty mouth of yours,” he stops for a second to give you a wet kiss, “had to hold myself back to not touch you all the time, not to feel you up in every little outfit you wear every night… but I missed this so much baby”

“Missed this too Eddie, please do something” you whimper again feeling so impatient for him. It’s pathetic how just a little fore play at the bar and in the car made you so dumb for him already. But then again, you haven’t had him in more than a year.

The night went on with lots more of teasing and need for each other. You filled the room with both of your moans and whispers claiming how much you missed each other and how glad you are to feel each other again. Not much thinking straight, just acting, doing what you waited so much to be able to do again.

And it was so good, you two always work so good together. The night ended late, after long rounds finally realising the need for each other where you were no longer drunk on the alcohol, but drunk on each other’s bodies and the love you have for one another. “I missed you”, “I love you” and “I need you” were the phrases you both kept repeating all night long. Not thinking of the consequences or what you’d do tomorrow, you just let go.

After what could be described as the perfect night because after sex you both went to sleep holding each other to then dream of each other, your morning started as the complete opposite. You were woken up by several knocks on the door.

“Eddie? Are you there, man?” you can hear the voice of Gareth making him guilty for the knocks that woke you up. You can also hear Eddie groan behind you, feeling his hold on your waist tighten to show he didn’t want to wake up yet, he wanted to stay like this with you for a few more hours—and so did you.

But apparently you weren’t the only one who heard Eddie because Gareth talks again, “Dude, is Y/n there with you? She’s not in her in her room”

“Yes!” Eddie shouts wishing that was all he needed to know so he could just fuck off and let you two sleep a little more.

“Okay good, we have to get down now, Rafe’s waiting for us to have breakfast and talk a little more about the new album or something” he informs you.

You both groan and complain a little, but then again, you’re used to this; being on tour does not equal having enough sleep.

“We’ll be there in a sec!” you inform Gareth so he can get going.

“Let’s keep sleeping” Eddie offers without even opening his eyes yet.

“No Eds, then they would just come to get us again, but this time angrier” you tell him.

“Fuck, fine” he sits up now, opens his eyes slowly to find you putting one of his shirts on. “Morning” he smirks and he feels his cock twitch at the sight of you with only his shirt on and nothing else, eyeing the glimpse of your ass cheeks showing under his shirt, also remembering what you have —finally— done last night.

You find your underwear but decide against putting them on again, they’re not in the best state after last night.

“Morning Munson” you say laughing at his state; his hair a complete mess, can barely open his eyes and his boxers do barely any work to hide his semi. “Come on, get dressed. I’ll go back to my room so I can find some new clothes”

“M’kay, but keep my shirt on, at least for breakfast” he requests.

“Fine, meet me in the hallway so we can go down”

“Yes baby”

You grab the rest of your clothes and check that nobody is the hall before getting out and quickly getting into your room.

While you get another pair of underwear and some jeans to put on, you start thinking about how calmed Eddie was this morning, you were slightly scared that he would wake up finding you naked and remember last night only to start freaking out regretting everything. But this only meant he meant everything he did and said last night, and you were glad.

You’ll figure out what happens with you two later today, but you needed to maintain calmed.

You met Eddie in the hall after getting dressed and you go to the elevator so you can get down to the dining room with the rest.

Little did you know that when you got there and walked to the table with rest of the band and your manager, a big fight would erupt.

Because just as you two sat down in front of the boys, Jeff started losing it.

“Uhh, hi?” his tone was angry.

“Morning” Eddie responds as if nothing.

“What did you two do last night?” he asked in between his teeth.

And with that, Eddie catches on too, you two look up at him with a guilty look on your face, neither answers his question and that all he needed to know.

“I cannot believe you two, you did this again?! Eddie, you have a girlfriend!” Jeff lets his anger out. “How the fuck can you be so calmed, coming down here covered in hickeys and you wearing his shirt?!”

“Jeff-“ Eddie started but he interrupts him.

“No, don’t Jeff me! What were you thinking?! What happens now, huh?! What the fuck is the plan?!”

“There is no plan” you say quietly knowing his response will be more screaming.

“Of course there’s no plan! You just act without even caring what happens next! What happens to the band now? Will you two just keep risking everything without a care in the world?! Need I remind you how your relationship with Rudy ended? That’s right, because you cheated on him with Eddie! And now you do the same with your girlfriend?! What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” He switches among talking directly to you, Eddie and both of you at the same time. You two catch up on it though, you both know what you did and the questions Jeff was asking were the same you two were trying to quiet down inside your heads.

Eddie is looking at him with an angry expression, as if he was ordering him to shut the fuck up. You, on the other hand weren’t looking at anyone, eyes locked somewhere down on the table, guilty expression on your face.

“I’m sorry Rafe, but if they don’t care about the band then neither do I” he finishes getting up and walking out.

The table now is even more uncomfortable, complete silence, no one knowing what to say next. Rafe sighs looking down, thinking hard but not saying anything. Gareth is looking at everybody quietly, he didn’t know what to do or if it was his place to say anything, so he decided to stay silent. Eddie was looking at you worried, you were still looking down somewhere at the table holding the tears.

Finally, after a few seconds, you decide to get up to leave too because you realize you won’t be able to hold back the tears much longer. “Not hungry anymore” your voice comes out week and shaky, letting the boys know how you feel, you slowly walk out of there too, going back to your room.

“Eddie,” Rafe is the next one to break the silence, “before I decide anything here, you and her should talk.” Eddie nods. “I knew this would happen eventually… you two clearly love each other and I need you to know that that’s not wrong, the band can still work but we need to be smart about how to handle this. I was just wishing you two wouldn’t do anything while being in a relationship with someone else… again”

“I know, I’m sorry” Eddie says and he decides to give you some more time before going up to talk. The three man have breakfast in silence, at least more calmed now after Rafe’s words.

What if all I need is you? –

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose –

If I'm gonna be drunk

Might as well be drunk in love –

We'll pay the price, I guess

You stare at the words you just wrote on the little notebook. Instead of crying and overthinking everything, you stopped and decided to write the intense feelings inside of you, not caring if they made sense yet, not caring if they will ever end up in an actual song since how the band’s looking right now. Writing always helped you, it was like organizing your thoughts, organizing your head and your heart.

You get out of your head when you hear a soft knock on the door. “Baby, it’s me” you calm down when you recognize Eddie’s voice and you get up to open the door.

“I brought some food for you, you should eat something” Eddie softly tells you and you think you can feel your heart jumping, holding the need to hug him.

“Thank you baby” you think it’s either funny or dangerous how you two keep calling each other these kind of nicknames when everything is going to shit and it’s all your fault. It feels as if you’re having a warm cup of tea reading a nice book completely ignoring the hurricane that’s coming right behind you to destroy everything.

Eddie gets in and sits on the bed with you while you sip on your coffee realizing he prepared it just like you like it: more milk than coffee and four spoons of sugar. Sweet just like you is what Eddie thinks.

He finds the notebook and opens the page that was marked. He knew this was the notebook you wrote song lyrics on, so he knew he could open it without the fear of looking at something more private.

He read the lyrics and immediately a beat came to his head, he started humming it for you. It was slow and sweet and it fit the song perfectly. You were amazed at how he could just read your mind when you wrote songs. You just got each other when it comes to music.

“Sweetheart, don’t want you to be scared or nervous but we should talk” he almost whispers at how softly he’s talking to you. You nod understanding. ”Don’t want you to think of Jeff or the band for just a second, we should figure us up first”

“Eddie, what I feel for you is love. I’m completely in love with you, for years now. We both know this and it hurts so much to see you with her-“

“I don’t love her, you know that right?” he makes sure you know and you nod again. He knows the feeling though, it was how he felt with Rudy and then with Steve. It wasn’t simply jealousy, it wasn’t something dumb and possessive. It was the love you have to pretend you don’t feel for each other burning inside like a fucking mansion flaming to the bone. But you had to act as if it was nothing, as if you are just bandmates, best of friends.

Before you can start saying anything, you feel the tears building up again. He notices so he does the talking.

“Rafe said he knew this would happen eventually, we’ve always been in love sweetheart, it was bound to happen. He said the band can still work and I believe that too” he starts. “Baby, we didn’t want to be together in fear of risking the band’s future. It’s been years of being in love but not doing anything about it, and the love never went away. We’ve had big fights, we fucking dated other people but we still can’t get over each other. I think the band’s is in more danger if we keep this up, if we keep trying to just be friends than if we finally let go and let ourselves be in love”

Tears were already free running down your face. You nod at Eddie’s words. “I know; I think the same”

 A few seconds pass where you keep looking at each other with soft smiles tugging at your faces, you both agree on what you needed to do, but could you finally do it?

“So we can be together? Finally?” his voice brakes on the last word and it make you cry harder. You get closer to him, sitting on him so you could give him a big hug, one that shows all the love and need you have for one another. Hugging him around his neck and legs around his waist, face hidden on his neck and he does the same, with his hands around your waist and face on your neck. Impossibly closer.

After some minutes like that, he talks again.

“I have to break up with Megan”

“Yeah”

“I still won’t see her for another week, when we finish New York and flight to LA”

“I think you should maybe call her, so she’s not surprised with the news. I think it would be even worse if you don’t say anything and the second you see her again stun her with the news that you’re breaking up” you explain.

“Ok, yeah I will”

“Eds, I also think it would be smarter of us if… we don’t make it public until we’re both completely sure we’re ready. Think we should be together and be in peace to see how we actually work… I- I’m not saying to keep it a secret because of anything bad, but-“

“I know what you mean, I agree. We should take our time together alone, without the opinions or thoughts of others until we’re ready”

“Exactly”

After finish breakfast, Rafe comes to get you again. Rehearsal starts in twenty minutes.

You change your clothes and put a little make up on, also making sure to cover the hickeys.

When you get down you see the car waiting to take you to rehearsals, but Rafe makes you wait for everyone in the lobby, not getting in the car yet.

Eddie, Gareth and you are waiting for Jeff to come down and for a few seconds you fear he won’t. But the elevator’s doors open and he appears.

“Alright, before we get in the car, you’ll listen to me. We’ll all talk later, the safety of the band comes first and we have to talk about that while we’re all in the right headspace, not while being angry or anything. So as for now, you’ll do the rehearsal for the show you have to give tonight and you’ll forget anything than happened last night or this morning. Only focusing on tonight, you’ve been doing this for years now and you know how to be professionals” he explains. “Now get in the car and don’t worry about anything that is not the show for now, please”

You all nod in agreement and then get in the car.

Once you get there, you start rehearsing the songs and the dialogs, the times between each song, and set list that you already knew by heart since you’ve been doing this show for months now.

When you finish you go backstage and order food for lunch.

Eddie and you come to the realisation that it’s time to talk to Gareth and Jeff now.

All four of you are already together, each in their own head, not exchanging a word. Eddie looks at you and nods, it’s time.

“Guys, can we talk?” you tell them ignoring the knot in your stomach from how nervous you are. Eddie gets up and stands next to you, Gareth and Jeff get closer, paying attention to you now. Jeff seems pissed yet, like he clearly didn’t want to talk to you two, but he had to be a professional to be in a band, not acting like child.

“Listen, Eddie and I talked this morning after- after everything, and we have decided something, hopefully you agree with us” you start and the knot becomes tighter realizing that is possible they won’t agree… what happens then?

Eddie and you tell the guys what you said this morning. After all the years trying to forget and move on from each other, and the love never went away. The fights and new people you’ve both gone through and it never broke you two apart. If you still loved each other after all of that, there wasn’t something that an actual relationship could do to make you separate. Everything you’ve been doing trying to get over the love and trying to be just friends was risking the band more than any relationship could. All the toxicity of actually seeing each other with someone else and not being able to do or say anything was worse than any fight you could have as actual lovers.

You explained everything to them and now it was their turn to say what they think.

“I’ve had to see you two wanting to kill each other and the people you’re with because of the jealousy. You’ve written songs about that, maybe the 90% of our whole discography is about this, about wanting to be together but not being able to. I think the love you have for each other is stronger than each of you and you should stop being afraid of what could happen to the band if you break up, and actually being fucking happy with each other. I’m sick and tired of the Megans and the Rudys or Steves, and the look on your faces when you have to act as if you’re just friends” Gareth explains. “Just fucking be together finally and pull yourselves and us out of that misery”

Eddie laughs at how Gareth puts it, and you smile.

You turn to look at Jeff and you think you’ve never been this nervous.

He sighs noticing all the eyes on him awaiting. “I’m really happy you can see you belong together. Don’t think that what I said this morning means I don’t love you two and you both being happy. I was just scared of what would happen to the band, because I fucking love making music with you three idiots. I agree with Gare, just fucking get together already and cut the shit”

You all laugh at Jeff’s words.

“So, does that mean the band is still good?” you ask him.

“With no end in sight” he confirms and you feel so relieved. You run to hug him and he hugs you back, the two boys behind you join the group hug and you confirm that the band’s never been better than what is to come.

After lunch you make sure to talk to Rafe too explaining everything. And he agrees on the idea to keep quiet on it for some time. But luckily he’s very supportive of you.

It’s Eddie time to call Megan now, and it’s safe to say he’s not really looking forward to it.

He dials her number and after a few tones, she picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Meg"

"Eddie, hi! Wasn't expecting your call so soon"

"Yeah, I know, but I felt like I should. Sorry for not calling after the show last night"

"No worries. How'd it go?"

"It was awesome. The crowd here is unreal. I’m looking forward to play again tonight"

"That's great! Did you go out after or stayed in?"

"W-we did go out, yeah"

"Oh, cool"

"Listen, Megan, there's something I need to talk to you about" he begins, not being able to keep the small talk any longer.

"Okay, sure" she responds, her tone growing serious as she waits for him to continue.

"When we get back to LA next week, I think... I think we really need to have a… conversation" he says, cringing at his choice of his words.

"...Okay. Is everything okay, Eddie?" Is it… It’s not good, is it?” she asks in a serious tone. Eddie takes a few seconds to answer again.

“…No… it’s not. I don’t want you to overthink anything, but I thought it would just be cruel to… I don’t know, take you by surprise with it when I come back”

Though Eddie can't see her, Megan nods, nervously biting her lip. They both understand the unspoken implications behind "we need to talk," yet they can’t voice it already.

She's somewhat grateful he called to give her a heads-up, as painful as it is. Compared to the other guys she's dated, who might have dumped her over the phone or pretended everything was fine until they met in person, all in all, Eddie's approach feels more considerate.

"I'm serious, Meg. I don’t want you overthinking it” he insists

"Okay, I won't" she assures him. "See you, Eddie"

"Yeah... Bye, Meg" he says softly before they hang up.

He goes back to the guys with an expression you can’t really read.

“How did it go?” you ask.

“As good as it could, I guess. It was awkward and we didn’t really know what to say, I was trying not to say much so we can actually talk when I see her, but I didn’t want her overthinking why I’m breaking up with her… I don’t know, she didn’t say much either, there was a lot of silence”

“Yeah well, I’m guessing you’re not really someone she wants to talk to right now” Jeff says and Eddie nods.

“You ok?” you get closer to him; you didn’t like seeing him like this. A smile forms on his face, softening his features when he sees you worrying over him.

“I’m fine baby” he assures you but you hug him nonetheless, and he rests on the couch so you can cuddle.

The week flies by perfectly for both of you. New York is always a favorite, feels even more magical with Eddie by your side at all times. You seize every spare moment to soak up the city's vibes, wandering its streets hand in hand, delighting in each other's company.

If someone who didn’t know you two at all witnessed how you are privately, they would think you’re in a relationship of many many years. You’re always all over each other, touching in any way possible; you’re walking around the city and he has his arm around your waist, holding your hand or with his hand inside your pocket; you’re having dinner or driving somewhere and he has a hand on your thigh; you’re hanging out with the boys and you’re cuddling; you’re waiting for the elevator and you’re hugging him by his waist. Not to mention that you’ve booked two separate rooms but you’re only using one, since you’re sleeping together every night; and well, let’s just say that you’ve spend the week making up the lost time in the bedroom as well. Or as Gareth so kindly puts it: getting at it like rabbits.

But after you finish the three remaining shows on Ney York, it was time for LA, and you knew Eddie was a bit nervous about his overdue conversation with Megan, who technically was still his girlfriend.

The flight to Los Angeles passed by quickly since you slept the whole journey.

You had lunch and then rehearsal at the venue. In your way to the backstage one of the security guys tells Eddie that his girlfriend has arrived and is waiting for him.

“Okay, it’s time now… wish me luck” he says before heading to the room the security guy signalled.

He enters the room and sees Megan sat on one of the chairs.

“Hey” he greets her.

“Hi, how are you? How was the flight?”

“Fine, I just slept through it”

“Oh good, I heard a little of the rehearsal, you guys sound amazing”

“Thanks yeah, we changed the set list a bit so it’s not the exact same all the time” he explains giving in the small talk.

“Sounds good”

“How’s work?” he intends to ask her but she doesn’t answer his question.

“Eddie, can we just talk please?”

“Yeah, sorry. I um- I needed to talk to you because I have… fucked up a little” he finally says.

“What happened?” she asks but Eddie takes a few seconds to respond. Opens and shuts his mouth a couple of times until he says it. She has probably been wondering what actually happened ever since he called her.

“I cheated on you”

She nods her head, not looking at him now, eyes locked somewhere on the floor.

“With?” she asks and Eddie once again waits a few seconds until he tells her your name. She nods again, a sinister smile forming on her face.

“Is it funny?” he asks her now, frown forming on his face to show his confusion.

“No, just should’ve seen it coming” she says.

“I’m sorry”

“I bet you are. When did it happen?”

“Night before I called you” he can’t even look at her.

“So this whole week you spend it fucking her, didn’t you?”

“Meg…”

“No, what happened to ‘it´s all just for show’? All that flirting was actually real?” she’s accusing him but with a calmed voice that’s only freaking him out more.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t- I don’t even know what else to say. I shouldn’t have lied to you, I shouldn’t have even put you in the middle of all this. I’m really sorry” he says sincerely.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have, but you did. Just like you shouldn’t have fucked her while you we were still together!” she waits for him to say something but he stays quiet. “Well, say something!”

“What? What else do you want me to say? Want me to tell you how it happened?!” he asks sarcastically but she actually says yes.

“Alright, yeah. Fucking tell me”

“No, I’m not gonna-“

“Say it!” she orders and he knows she not going to let it go, so he sighs and starts talking.

“After the second night we all went out to the after party. Started drinking with her, a lot. Started… flirting with her, a lot. Then I kissed her. And then we both went back to the hotel and slept together”

“Okay so, you slept with her because you were drunk, but then you called me basically telling me we were braking up. So you didn’t regret it” she accuses him.

“What? If I had regretted it would you have forgiven me?” he asks her angrily.

“No, I wouldn’t have. But clearly it didn’t take a lot of convincing from her part to dump me and run to her!”

“Don’t- just be angry at me, not at her” he tells her and she can’t believe those words actually came out of his mouth.

“You’ve been in love with her all throughout our relationship, haven’t you?!” she realizes. And Eddie is left with no other choice than just nod his head in affirmation, she’s right and she caught him. She laughs.

“Okay… I’m gonna leave now, can’t really keep looking at you” she decides. She takes her jacket and before opening the door she speaks again. “Thanks for the complete waste of time that this relationship was”

Eddie thinks he could say the same to her, but obviously doesn’t say. He knows it’s all his fault.

While Eddie and Megan talked, the three of you waited in another room. More people of the staff started to arrive already, it was still a few hours until show time, but they needed to get everything set up.

At one point, one of the woman of the dressing department came up to you saying it was time to pick tonight’s outfit. You all followed her into the hall and she showed you different options.

Gareth and Jeff chose their clothes first, she left Eddie for later since he wasn’t here yet. She started showing you some dresses, some tops with pants or skirts. And as you evaluated the different options, you heard someone opening a door and storming out. When you lift your gaze to see who it was you’re met with an angry Megan and Eddie walking out behind her. She meets your gaze and she smiles, but it was not a ‘nice to see you’ smile at all.

“Look who it is! Are you picking the outfit for tonight, let’s see what would Eddie like the most?” she says sarcastically.

“Megan, leave her alone!” Eddie warns her, but she doesn’t stop there.

“Did you have fun fucking my boyfriend behind my back? I bet you really did, didn’t you?” she accuses you. “You’re such a fucking slut just begging for his attention”

You wanted to say something but words didn’t come out. You just froze looking at her offended.

“Alright, that’s enough. Everybody saw you little show, now leave!” Eddie gets in the middle of you two. But that doesn’t stop her either.

“You know she only did this so you’d look at her instead of me, right? But as soon as I leave she’s gonna dump you again, ‘cause that’s all she wants; your attention on her, but she doesn’t want you. She’s just a bratty slut only wanting the toy when someone else has it” she keeps accusing you, you’re frozen on the spot, not being able to walk out or say anything back at her.

“James!” Eddie calls the security guy while keeping Megan off of you. “JAMES!”

As soon as James gets there he asks Megan to leave the stadium. And don’t get me wrong, she is petty, but no so petty to have to be carried away by security, so she just laughs one more time at the situation and walks away to where James guides her. Not without insulting you once more screaming “bye slut” and then walking away.

—

“Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard. Clink, clink. Being this young is art” you sing into the microphone, the crowd erupting into screams as they recognize the song. It's the opening night of the new tour, result of the hard work that you’ve put into the latest album. Touring remains your favorite part of this job. Yours and the whole band’s as well.

 “Got lovestruck, went straight to my head, got lovesick, all over my bed, love to think you'll never forget handprints in wet cement. Adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows, love thorns all over this rose. I'll pay the price, you won't” the pre-chorus begins, Eddie’s guitar guiding you on the times of the song, feeling the rhythm and energy coursing through the venue.

“But if I’m all dressed up they might as well be looking at us, and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once, and if I'm gonna be drunk I might as well be drunk in love” you playfully add a little embodying the lyrics' sentiment.

“Everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time, and I break down, then he's pulling me in. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman” The chorus rolls in, and you can't help but revel in the lyrics, especially the line you know Eddie adores. You sing with a smile, amused by Eddie's attempt to hide his giddiness.

“This is luxury. You're not saying you're in love with me. But you're going to. Half awake, taking your chance it's a big mistake, I said ‘It might blow up in your pretty face’ I'm not saying ‘do it anyway’ but you're going to” Transitioning into the bridge, the words flow effortlessly. Singing this song feels like flirting with Eddie live in front of the big crowd. But then again, that’s just another Tuesday at work for you, and you’re far from complaining.

Eddie remains as your loyal supporter, amazed by the way you’ve turned a horrible experience with his ex into a beautiful piece of art. He will forever be your number one fan.

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Cobblestone Love

Hello, everyone! I have just dropped my new fic Cobblestone Love on ao3! Updates will be every Tuesday!

Castiel Novak was raised with only one purpose: to be King. With an arranged marriage between himself and Princess Megan Masters of a neighboring kingdom approaching, he finds himself wanting to spend a night in town, enjoying his freedom before his royal duties catch up to him. Dean Winchester works his farm by day and Ellen's tavern by night trying to make ends meet so he can put his brother, Sam, through medical school. When a mysterious stranger with dark hair and blue eyes, claiming to be a knight for the King, sits down at the bar, Dean's life is forever altered.

You can read a teaser below:

A man plopped down beside Castiel with a nasty leer on his face. “So you’re rich, pretty boy?”

Castiel met the man's gaze, he saw nothing but dishonesty there. “My wealth is of no concern to you.” 

“It is when you come parading in here with gold coins fit for the King. I reckon you could spare a few more coins for some poor folk like me.” 

Castiel let his expression harden. “And I reckon you think you can take it from me if I don’t give it willingly.” 

The man grinned at him, revealing a few missing teeth. “You reckon right.” 

A moment later a pair of hands was on the lapels of his shirt and he was being pulled to his feet. 

“You stop that this instant!” the barkeep woman shouted. “Put him down!” 

“If he can spare you some change then he’s got to have more where that came from. I’m just going to shake him down, see how much more coin he’s got.” Castiel found that amusing, especially since the man threatening him was a great deal shorter than Castiel himself. 

“That would be a horrible mistake on your part,” Castiel said. 

Castiel had been trained to fight by highly respected knights, he could hold his own in a battle and he was very good with a sword. It was a pity he didn’t bring his sword with him, but he’d opted not to as it would have been a dead give away that he was from royal descent. He would have to win the fight by his own fists instead. 

As he was gearing up to get free of the man's grip and send him to the ground, the man was suddenly being ripped away from him. A whiskey rough voice spoke in anger and mockery as Castiel tried to get his wits about him again. 

“You really don’t want to do that, Marv. How many times do I have to kick you out of this bar!” 

Castiel watched as Marv was shoved roughly through the door by a tall man with light brown hair and an impressive set of bow legs. When he turned around again, Castiel felt his breath steal itself away from him. The man was gorgeous, there was no other word for it. His face was dotted with a fair few freckles and his jawline was sharp and decorated with the thinnest layer of scruff. He was dressed in high riding boots with a tan tunic that was tucked into his brown leather pants. He wore a matching leather vest over his tunic and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow. This man clearly worked with his hands a lot and by the muscles in his arms and back he looked like he was good at it. 

“I’m so sorry about him,” the man said, and there was that perfect voice again. 

“It’s no trouble,” Castiel found himself replying, it was a wonder he’d been able to recover his voice. 

The man extended his hand. “I’m Dean.”

Castiel took it. Calluses brushed against his skin as his palm slid into Dean’s. It was a warm handshake, he found himself rather enjoying the touch. “I’m-” he paused, he shouldn’t say his name. The purpose of his trip outside of castle walls was to go unrecognized and mingle with the common folk to experience their way of living, so that once he took the throne he’d know how best to help them. No, it was best he didn’t reveal who he was, besides, he was never fond of how once anybody learned his identity they felt the need to drop to their knees and genuflect in the name of the crown. It was rather unsettling and it made Castiel uncomfortable to be the receiver of such respect. “James,” he decided to say. It was his middle name and a common enough name to get him through this moment. “But everyone calls me Jimmy.” 

“Well, Jimmy,” Dean said with a smile, “I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your evening. If Ellen or I can get you anything just say the word.” 

Ellen, Castiel took it, was the woman behind the bar. “Thank you very much, Dean.” 

Dean’s cheeks pinked slightly in the lantern light. “Don’t mention it.”

Up close, Castiel could see that Dean’s eyes were the most emerald of green, and he could almost picture himself getting lost in those eyes and never having to worry about leading a kingdom or marrying a girl he was not in love with, nor could he ever be. Alas, his daydreams were for naught, and after tonight he was to return to the castle and take his rightful place as King. 

He sipped slowly at his mead and let himself slip away into the hum of people around him. He wasn’t eavesdropping, per se, but he couldn’t help but hear what people were saying. A young family to his left, with a weary looking mother and an exasperated father, tended to two young children, a boy and a girl. The children were pretending to fight with sticks they must have picked up from the ground outside. Their parents were trying to stop them from running about, but the children bore no mind. 

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another love'a little dagger drabble??🌝

oc and taehyung are doing the nasty and then jimin calls oc, tae ist jealous and picks up the phone for oc and let's jimin hear what they're doing 🌝

warnings: riding/reverse cowgirl, they're so mean to each other for no reason lol, abrupt ending oops, also ignore any continuity errors please and thank

"fuck, you're pretty."

the wet slap of skin on skin only quickens in response. it's obscene, filthy, the way he tosses his head back as he grips your knees, bouncing his tight little ass on your cock with all the crass sexuality of an early megan fox movie. sweat drips down his temple, dampening the ends of his fading red hair. it's a pinkish-orange, uneven with sun exposure and a messy bleach and dye job, but somehow it looks intentional – something like a summer beach sunset. even the striking black roots don't look ugly.

"pretty," taehyung repeats with a hiss. "pretty pretty pretty. i'm never anything else to you, am i? not hot, not sexy, just this fucking pretty. even when your dick's in me, that's all i get?"

you scoff. you'd roll your eyes, but doing so means you'd have to tear your gaze off of his ass rippling off your thighs. your palm cracks against his ass and he jerks, his cry like a snap of a whip. you massage the reddening skin absently. "you know you're both of those things. me saying them doesn't matter. shit—" your head falls back to the couch backrest as he clamps down around you, tight as as vice. "you're shaking. like getting spanked, do you, naughty thing?"

"sh-shut up," he growls, his breathy grunts and moans like melted chocolate, heavy over your senses. his lashes flutter as he drops his hips, slowing to lazily grind into you so he can remember how to breathe and to fully appreciate how fucking deep your cock reaches. "oh, god..."

to your credit, you oblige, though he knows the smirk on your face isn't going anywhere. your hands print bruises in their shape on his hips and the pain of your nails digging into his skin makes his cock throb with the shudder zinging up his spine.

he's close. so fucking close.

your phone rings.

taehyung's eyes snap open. that's a different ringtone to your default.

"ignore it," you groan, the impatience in your voice turning to annoyance as taehyung both dismisses you and leans over to pick it up from the side table. "taehyung, damn it—"

"hey, babe," jimin croons from the other side. "i'm lonely. i miss you."

you can't get a single word out before taehyung's brow knits and he grunts, "he doesn't miss you, though."

only silence filters through the phone, and taehyung's heart leaps with the joy of a victory. finally. he's lost enough to the bitch who sidelined him in the first place.

"taehyung, fuck, hang up." your hands push and pull loosely at his still hips, and when he doesn't budge, you try bucking up into him. he clenches around you and glances over his shoulder in warning, settling his entire weight on your lap to pin you down. you hiss as his heat swallows you to the hilt. "taehyung!"

taehyung turns his attention back to the phone pressed against his ear. he won't give you the satisfaction of hearing jimin's voice. "give up. you're temporary, meat to chew up and spit out. there's a reason he never hangs out with you outside of a quick fuck, you know – you've got nothing to show except your money and your ass. you're not good enough for him."

"and you are?" jimin retorts, his voice cold and sharp even as taehyung slams his hips down on your cock and moans directly into the receiver. "at least i could pay for our dates with my own money, give him everything he could ever want. you? you'd give him a single twelve-dollar rose and a blowjob, hoping he won't look too closely at how you can't even afford the touch-ups for your hair. you're pretty but held upright by bluffs and hot air."

high on the heat of your body, taehyung only lets out a breathy laugh, punctuated by a moan as your cock thrusts into him. "you think i'm bluffing? who's the one cold and lonely, and who's got him for company? oh, fuck yes—!"

"you might have him now, but i have him when it matters. people know he likes me because i can show him off in public. everyone thinks he hates you with how much he complains about you and your shitty habits," he sneers on the other side. "sure, he might only like me for my ass, but how is it any different with you? he's not dating either of us, and i'm the one he puts on his arm. sorry, honey, but i don't think you're as much of a winner as you think you are."

he hangs up immediately, and taehyung lowers the phone. he glares at the pixels spelling out his name. he tosses it aside with a huff, leaning back and bracing against your body to ride you faster, harder. your groans are music to his ears.

"shit, taehyung, slow down – gonna snap my fuckin' cock in half like that," you grunt, the squelch of lube and cum stirring arousal deep in your gut.

"gonna make you lose your mind," he purrs, "make you forget all about that other bitch. there's gonna be a time, y'know, when you have to choose. i'm showing you why you'd do well to pick me."

[floraltypes]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ chill guy (🏁)

The luxurious mansion was filled to the brim with different people, all pushing and shoving in hopes of getting a better spot. The lights were a deep purple and pink with a heavy bass that seemed to even move the floorboards.

"Alright, let's be smart! Leave our phones on and not drink too much," Sophia tried to yell over the obnoxious beat, pulling in you and the two other girls into a little group huddle.

"Yeah, yeah," Megan lightly rolled her eyes, earning a tsk from the black-haired girl across from her. "Okay okay!"

"Keep an eye out for Hybe's manager! We have studied what he looked like and should be prepared if we see him."

"We got it; you made us do a quiz on his photo for an hour," Lara reminded her, fidgeting with her leather jacket. "Oh my god, I literally love this song!" She grabbed Megan's hand, pulling her off in a different direction as Sophia kept yelling different warnings to them.

"Alright, well, we can still have fun, Y/n!" She turned towards you, taking both of your hands in hers before her sights narrowed in on someone in the distance. "Wait, Marquise is here!" She seemed to cheer, "I'll catch up with you later; be safe." She placed a small kiss on your cheek and went to run after her girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry!" You mutter speedily, rushing forward to find anything in order to clean off the sticky liquid from her clothing. "I really hope it doesn't stain." You reach forward for a blanket on the leathered couch, wincing before using the fabric to try and clean off these other girls. Dropping to your own knees without truly thinking, you start patting her down with the blanket.

"It happens," the blonde in front of you whispers. She kneels down towards your level, where you have now found a rag and are trying to dry up her skirt. As her position moves, so do your hands along with your eyes that catch her own. "I haven't seen you at one of these."

"Well, I just recently moved out towards the city," you reveal, pulling back the blanket as you take in her words, soft and sweet falling from her lips that makes you shake your head at the little feeling it erupts in your belly.

"Oh?" She takes the blanket from your hand, discarding it off to the side and standing back up into a normal position. Smoothly, the Cuban girl reaches a hand down to take your own in hers, lifting you up back to regular height. "Who are you with?"

"With?" You look around at all the different people surrounding the area and soon enough realize there seems to be a bit of a divide between all the groups. "I just came with my friends."

"Yeah, but which group," she laughs, removing her hand from yours to push back the luscious curls framing her face. "The vortex?"

"The vortex?" You repeat in a questioning nature, slightly tipping your head in confusion. "Are they a band?"

"Wow, you really are new," she smiles, letting her eyes wander up and down your image. "What's your name?"

"Well, it's—" but before you can tell the new girl the answer to her desired question, Sophia comes running up to you out of breath and wrapping her hand around your wrist.

"Megan spotted him! Hurry before he leaves," and thus, with much urgency, you are dutifully pulled away from the enticing girl off to try and find the wanted man.

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