#heavily unedited dont ASK

[awrkive]

[TEASER] THE LOVE PROGNOSIS (m) — JJK.

for as long as you can remember, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic.

the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. the kind of girl who thought her high school jock boyfriend would make good on his promise of keeping contact until college. that girl who thought the guy she met at 19 at some sleazy frat party wanted more than just sex. the girl who thought that her boyfriend at 21 would finally be The One after he introduced her to his parents on New Year’s Eve. you’re the kind of girl who thought that it was smart to get a boyfriend in her first year of med school and get proposed to in fourth year.

but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.

PAIRING jungkook x female reader // mingyu x female reader

GENRE r18+ (fluff, angst, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WORD COUNT 1.2k words for this teaser but the fic currently is at 22k words (heavily unedited). the final estimate is around 30-35k 🤓

WARNINGS/MISC medical!au, roommates!au, surgeon!jk, surgeon!reader (they are both 4th year residents and are co-workers), corporate lawyer!mingyu, oc and jk are bffs since med school but their love language is fighting each other <3, jk and mingyu are bffs during undergrad, jk sluts it out quite often😞, hopeless romantic!oc, weddings and engagement themes, the angst is a bit extreme (medium level tbh) on this one, it’s the… yearning? one sided-love?, the surgeons gang: jk, oc, nayeon, doyeon, taehyung <3, multiple sex scenes (will specify once the fic comes out), i personally have only acquired a degree on Bingewatching Grey’s Anatomy so my medical knowledge is.. you see.. greys anatomy 💔 BUT! i did a lot of research for this pls dont crucify me. the full list of warnings will be indicated when the full fic comes out 🙏🏼 anyways warnings particularly for this teaser: drunk oc, implied alcohol consumption, germaphobe jk lol

NOTES hello awrkive nation!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to do something for jk’s birthday this september and this is what i came up with 😭 i am so soooo so incredibly excited to announce this fic to you guys 😵‍💫 ive been working on this on and off since the last week of july and its currently at 20k words so its coming along really well 🫂 its gonna be a HUGEE HUGEEE fic since its estimated to be around 30k words which will be a first for me hehe <3 pls look forward to it and REPLY TO THE COMMENT SECTION IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE TAGLIST (pls do not send an ask for taglist request 🫶🏼) LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!!!!! I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS <33333

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“Hey, swing me.”

You tell Jungkook, situating yourself more comfortably on the wooden platform attached to the chains.

“A dollar per minute.” He says, standing up from his own seat and placing himself behind you.

“I thought you hate capitalism? What is this?”

“This is forced labor.” Jungkook says with a groan that you think is a feigned exasperation, since you begin to feel movement right after it.

“You broke my hairdryer the other day. Consider this your compensation.” You look up at him to give him a smarmy smile.

Fom where you’re seated, you realize just how… big his presence is. It’s not the looming, ominous type, though – it’s quite the opposite. When Jungkook surrounds you, you find a bit of comfort in it. A huge one if you want to be honest to yourself.

“And I already bought you a new one. We’re even.” Jungkook squints his eyes at you.

You laugh.

“You’re gonna borrow and break it again.”

He visibly winces. “Touché.”

Jungkook swings you while you talk about your day, just like usual. He asks you about your laparoscopy that kept you from having lunch with the rest of your friends at the hospital earlier that day, about your new scrub cap, and you gossip a little about the new lab tech having a crush on the scrub nurse you both know.

For all his complaints earlier, Jungkook seemingly doesn’t seem to mind having swung you for the past ten minutes now. He’s relaxed and gentle with his movements, and his voice is quaint and soft as he talks to you.

But then you start to feel bad for him so you tell him to stop, standing up from the swing.

“Okay, your turn.”

Jungkook gives you a big grin.

“Nice.”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm when he sits on the swing chair this time around. But when you attempt a push, he barely moves, prompting him to laugh.

“What weak ass push was that?” He says incredulously, looking at you.

You jut your bottom lip out. “You’re heavy and I’m drunk.”

The second time you push him is more forceful but then Jungkook voices out a complaint after the third, fourth, and every single time you do it. You roll your eyes at his tantrums, but then suddenly, you think of a much better idea.

You push him off the swing with all your remaining strength even though your body feels like jelly from all the alcohol you consumed an hour ago.

“What the fuck, __?”

You burst out in boisterous laughter at Jungkook’s state, his hands and knees planted on the ground. He then sits on it, clapping his palms together to get rid of some dust that gathered on his skin.

Without thinking too much about it, you make quick steps over to his direction and situate yourself beside him.

Jungkook looks at you, confused, but you only give him a grin.

“Let’s lie on the ground.”

“What? No!” Jungkook immediately opposes it. As you expected.

You scrunch your face. “Oh! Look at me! I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’m a germaphobe and I’m afraid of dirt!” You say, intentionally making your voice a pitch higher.

Jungkook deadpans. “Pathogens can kill your cells’ metabolic machinery, so, yeah? I’m afraid of dirt.”

You roll your eyes at him and while he goes off about how they can also cause a toxic massive immune reaction, you push his chest forcefully which catches him off guard, prompting him to lay on the ground. Before he can say anything, you take his arm out to spread beside you and you use it to rest your head on.

Jungkook stops his rambling after that.

“See, shut up.” You say, backhanding him slightly on the chest. You fix your gaze at the skies. “The sky is beautiful tonight. Worry about your pathogens next time.”

Jungkook chuckles, and you feel the vibration of his body as he does so, being so close to him. As you peer up to look at him, you see him folding his other arm to lie his head on it.

You smile, going back to looking at the sky.

“This is like in The Notebook.” Jungkook says after a beat of silence.

“Right?” You grin. “And with the pathogens, too.” You tease.

Jungkook laughs, pinching your arm in his reach. “God, shut up about your pathogens.”

You chuckle at the irony.

“That’s me,” you point upwards, referring to a big twinkling light in the sky. Then, you move your finger towards the star beside it. “And then that’s you, ‘cause I’m a bigger star than you.”

You feel Jungkook look at you from his position. “You are so drunk.”

That causes you to giggle, clutching your stomach because you can’t stop laughing at pretty much everything tonight.

“I feel like I'm not anymore. My head just feels like it’s floating but no, definitely not drunk.”

“Whatever you say.” Jungkook says, chest vibrating from laughing at you.

“Hm. Race you to sleep, Jungkook.” You snuggle on his armpit. As you do, you smell a waft of your water lily springs body wash from Bath and Body Works. “Can you stop using my body wash?”

“What?” You can hear Jungkook say, but as he calls your name and more, his voice starts fading. “__? Hey, don’t sleep on me.”

You hum, eyes still closed.

“__, hey!” Jungkook grazes your arms. You can feel your head moving as Jungkook starts to sit, guiding your back to sit upright. He calls you again, gently tapping your cheek to wake you up.

The truth is, you’re really sleepy, but not so much that you can’t hear him anymore or move on your own.

Jungkook gives up trying to wake you up, though, convinced by your acting. Soon, he goes over in front of you, reaching for your arms and placing them around his neck.

“Just put your legs around me, yeah?” He whispers against your hair once you’re glued against his back.

You hum, intending it to sound like a mumble so Jungkook thinks you don’t actually understand.

Jungkook fixes your legs around him, standing up, bouncing a little to get you nice and snug in his back. You smile at the prospect of a piggyback ride.

“I know you’re awake, silly,” He says suddenly, his voice painted with amusement.

You stifle your laughter against his neck, breaking your supposed to be convincing act.

“Race you to the car, Kook.” you whisper into his ear.

Jungkook scoffs, but he doesn’t say anything more until you reach his car. He wears your seatbelt for you, though, and tells you to drink more water from his tumbler.

You fall asleep easily mid-drive.

In the morning, you wake up with a banging headache, your eyes catching the sight of a post-it note on your desk with one tab of Advil.

morning/afternoon stinky i made porridge before i left for my shift just heat it up again when you wake up

ps: your medical bill from my personal care will be discussed later when i get back home. no friends discount allowed

— your angelic friend, kookie

You chuckle at the (annoyingly elaborate) sketch of an angry bunny on the side.

© 𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄 2024. all rights reserved. copying, editing, reposting and translating any of my works are not allowed.

[jammiesjars]

MDNI

Warnings: Accusation of Infedelity, heavily unedited writing (wrote this in a power outage in my notes app xx), fingering, eating pussy, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint REALLY hard.

One message is all it took for you to spiral.

Outrage was an understatement. A month, a single month, into Price’s deployment you had recieved a message from an unknown number. They insisted of Price having an affair with his so-called ‘receptionist.’ Being his wife, you didnt believe it. You and John had been married for years now. He wasnt that kind of man! (You hoped.)

Weeks passed and wheels start turning. Seeds of doubt had started digging into you. The late nights he had stayed at base before his deployment, only sending as much as a quick text of ‘Be home late. Dont wait up.’ Or the necessary secrecy between what happens at his job or deployment were starting to plant ideas in your head you wouldnt have ever had if not for that message. Youre being worn down, and its killing you. Its not like you could ask him; being thousands of kilometres away without any time to do as much as glance at his phone.

So the emotional resentment grew. You find yourself wondering how he could do this to you, crying in your empty home that housed the both of you not long ago. Before you even come to terms with it, Youve packed your bags and lawyered up, letting your resentment fester for far to long without any outside input.

On the third month of Prices deployment, you drive yourself up to base with one intention; leave the divorce papers on his desk to find when he comes back and to leave without confrontation.

Security on base knows you as ‘Price’s missus’ by now, offering a small wave and a smile as you walk by and into your husbands office. You put the papers on his desk, that frustration and hurt bubbling up all over again. He has your wedding photo framed on his desk and it only hurts more. What did you do to deserve this?

You turn to go, heading back towards his door when you hear muffled laughter and the sounds of gear being unzipped and dumped from down the hallway. Theyre back. You pick up the pace, praying you can slip out before he gets close enough to notice. You reach for the door handle, but the door opens before you can even grasp it.

Shit.

And there he is, your eyes drinking in the sight of the awfully more rugged version of your husband; beard outgrown and messy with tired eyes that light up at the sight of you.

That light dies as soon as sees just how mad you look.

“So youre telling me, one message is all it took to lose all fucking faith?” Price practically growls, fingers rubbing at his temples. Hes sat in his chair with you on the other side of his desk, just as furious. “Everything makes sense! The staying late at base, the short messages and lack of updates when your deployed!” You hiss, frustration bubbling over making anything small seem huge.

Price takes a deep breath, a futile attempt to calm his temper. “The shit I deal with doesnt sleep. Theres reasons i stay back that you will never know, love. The law itself, wont let me tell you. Same goes for messages. Im sorry i dont have the time to let you know im okay when im deployed, god knows i wish I did.” He scowls, his gaze so heated and intense that you almost look away despite your own fury.

“And what about this receptionist huh?”

Your tone has changed, soft and shaky. vunerable.

Price’s expression softens, but he doesnt say a word, simply rounding his desk to pluck you out of your own chair and putting you down in his office chair. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands rested on your thighs. Blue eyes peer up at you, sickeningly sincere. “Love, I dont interact with her unless necessary. This isnt some romance movie bullshit.” Your heart is working overtime, lips parted as guilt bubbles. “You- you understand where my doubt is coming from, though…right? Everything lined up perfectly, and-“

Price simply tuts. “We’ve talked about that pretty little head of yours overthinking too much, havent we?” You freeze, throat drying. You nod. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes-“ you croak. “We have.”

Price grunts in approval, his hands now running up and down your thighs.

“Have you been feeling neglected, hm? Is that it? My sweet wife needs some attention?” Price rumbles, his large, calloused hands that have been marked by countless battles now playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You’ve got my attention now, luvie. No need to play these stupid games with me.”

Your mind is already growing hazy; your husbands words making you almost want to forget about this whole incident. A finger hooks onto the waistband of your panties, bringing you back to the moment.

“Stupid games? John i was prepared to divorce you-“ he shushes you, dragging your underwear down your thighs, then your calves and over your shoes before slipping them into his pocket. A cheeky smile graces his face. stupid muttonchops.

“Must’ve left you alone for far too long then, if you were willing to take it this far.”

He slings your legs over his impossibly large shoulders, making you squeak as your pulled forward on the chair.

“Wouldve come home and fucked those stupid thoughts straight out of your head if i had known you were having doubts about my loyalty, sweetheart.”

He presses a messy kiss to your clit, making you gasp. He grumbles something incoherent (“Me? Cheat? Silly girl.”), before licking a long stripe up your neglected cunt, causing your hips to buck. The taste of you after going months without has price groaning into your heat. He eats like a man starved, a mix of desire to prove his loyalty and that he finally gets to taste his wife after being away for so long.

Hes fuming, really. Toward you? No.

Towards whatever stupid bastard sent you that message. He’s glad you didnt notice him slip your phone in his pocket, because he knew you’d be against him hunting the fucker down. You just need a distraction to keep that pretty little head thinking too hard. And he’ll give you just that.

“Oh, my poor sweet wife…” He grunts, before sucking on your clit with a renewed fevor. He pulls off with a lewd pop, two thick fingers replacing his previous ministrations. You’re squirming in his office chair, mind hazy and hips bucking.

“Thinkin’ I was out here cheating on ya’… you know better, love.” He tuts.

His fingers curl so nicely into that spongey spot that makes you see stars. “M sorry-“ you’d slur, “I didnt believe it when I first saw the message I promise-“ you gasp as price presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing in small tight circles.

“Lovie, you stormed in here with divorce papers. Dont tell me you didn’t believe it.”

Your head tilts back as you pant, small gasps slipping past your lips.

“There we go.” Price coaxes, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Wouldnt even cross my mind to look at another woman when my gorgeous girl looks like that as I stuff her cunt full of my fingers.” He coos, watching your face intently as your release crashes down; intense enough to make you writhe and moan.

Price pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before getting up off his knees. Your throat runs dry, bracing for whats to come even as you grapple your bearings. You’re mentally preparing for Price to be dissapointed, upset with you, maybe even mad.

He analyzes your expression, leaning back against his desk. His eyes scrape over your small form sat in his chair.

“Im not upset, love. That pretty little head of yours had months to overthink that message without a voice of reason.”

Price tilts your chin up.

“Lets just not have to do this again, hm? Then i’ll be mad.”

Its sounds like a threat, but it isnt. Price knows he’ll always be there to talk his beloved wife down from the edge.

[t3ag3rs]

♡ younger! s/o x bakugou headcannons !

YALL DONT THINK OF THIS IN A P3DO SENSE, I MEAN IT IN A WHOLESOME WAY. PLS DONT ATTACK ME. fair warning: this is HEAVILY unedited... pt. 2

you first meet each other when your mom invites his family over for lunch due to her and his mom working together. (yes this is gonna be a moms friends son trope bc thats whats happening to me 😈).

you walk down to greet the family- completely expecting to see the ugliest boy youve seen in your life. only to find out hes a ua student, built, and ofc... super fucking hot...

bakugou just stares at you blankly as you walk up and say hello to his parents and him.

recognizing his mom, you give her a hug with a big smile as she does the same.

"y/n! meet my son katsuki! hes a year older than you, but you two should get along just fine!" introduces mitsuki happily.

all you manage is a nod in response as you meet his gaze again. "um... nice to meet you bakugou.." you say smiling slightly. "just call me katsuki..." he responds gruffly as he stuffs his hands further into his pockets.

"y/n.. why dont you take katsuki upstairs and let him play on my ps5?" says your dad jokingly as he nudges your shoulder. you roll your eyes with a grin before motioning him to follow you back upstairs.

as you turn on the ps5 you hand him the controller, "we only have cod right now..." you say apologetically. "so, i heard you go to ua right...?" you ask questioningly as you sit on the other side of the couch facing him.

"yeah im in the hero program" he responds focusing on the game playing in front of him. you nod you head thoughtfully at his response "what year are you in katsuki..?"

"im in my final year, what about you...?" he says finally glancing back at you with his carmine eyes. "uh... im in 3rd year" you say fumbling over your words slightly.

"damn your young.." he chuckles as he shakes his head slightly, "hey at least im not about to go to college.." you retort with a small smirk.

bakugou cant help but grin at your response, "you calling me old shorty?" he asks with a slight smirk.

you internally melt at the sight but remain composed, "hey, im just being realistic here.." you respond as you raise your hands up.

"realistic my ass.." he mutters quickly turning back to the game, "what ass are you talking about katsuki?" you ask with a laugh.

suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter and turn to see his head thrown back as he struggles to keep himself composed, "you- you should not being saying stuff like that shorty..." he says in between chuckles.

throughout the rest of the time you and bakugou start talking more and more, almost as if you two were old friends reconnecting. heck, even his parents were surprised to see him actually talking to you like a normal person.

just before they leave you stand by the door quickly responding to a friends message. "shorty.." he calls, making you look up to see him handing you his phone. "lets stay in touch so i can keep an eye on ur bratty ass.." bakugou gruffs blushing slightly.

you widen your eyes but quickly agree as you type in your number. "ill text you soon shortcakes.." he grins before ruffling your hair and walking out right beside his parents.

All you can do is stand there rooted in your spot with flushed cheeks, grinning like a delusional idiot

[kaciidubs]

9th member au where (female) reader and bang chan are friends w/ benefits (other members dont know ofcourse), and then he sees reader help a little kid. later on when he thinks about how good reader would be as a mother and that you would look so hot pregnant/as a mother, so he just fucks you until his breeding kink is satisfied😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh, sweet 9th member au, my dearest guilty pleasure, now with the added bonus of sneaking around!!

Chris was completely fine the whole time you both were out, simply running errands and picking up a quick meal from a convenience store - that is, until he went to ask you a question and noticed you were busy helping a child pick out an ice cream from the freezer.

You were all smiles, speaking so sweetly while knelt down as the kid spoke excitedly to you in return - that's when the thoughts started to form.

Thoughts of you as a mother, thoughts of you with a child, thoughts of you with his child, then the thoughts turned into fantasies - detailed scenes of you asking to be filled, begging for him to knock you up.

By the time you'd get back to him, ready to retell the riveting story you'd just heard, the dark glint in his eye paired with the way he ran his tongue over his lips were the telltale signs that things were definitely in motion.

The only thing you left the store with was a bottle of water, and by the time you both made it to the dorm he had you bent over the back of the couch, pants to your ankles and his dick nestled deep inside of you.

"I saw the way you were in the store," he gritted, "I should just make you a mom right now, huh? Give you a baby of your own to take care of, right?"

Of course he shouldn't, he couldn't, but rational thinking was out the window the minute your moans started bouncing around the living room walls.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting me fill this pretty cunt of yours with cum until you've got no choice but to take it - fuck, tell me you would, baby."

"P-Please, Chris! God, fuck, yes!" You all but wailed into the cushions, grateful for the others being out of the house.

Safe to say, fantasies were heavily indulged that afternoon

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[aliaology]

WANT ME DEAD

summary: loving and being loved by jack hughes was supposed to feel like a breath of fresh air— but the air was quickly stripped from your lungs when you realized it was never real

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: heavy angst, one sided love, bets, death

uhm heavily UNEDITED LOLL she kinda sucks but

you knew jack was the one for you the moment he came up to you after one of his games just to apologize for someone in the crowd accidentally pouring their beer on you— someone who he had no idea existed.

you knew jack was the one for you when he would make an effort to call you every night, always waiting for you to answer before saying, “hey, pretty girl.”

you knew jack was the one for you when he came to your house the night after your brother got into a car crash. he held you tightly— whispered sweet nothings into your ear as his hold never loosened.

you knew jack was the one for you the moment ‘i love you’ slipped through his lips; like little secrets only he wanted you to know.

but, your entire relationship wasn’t private— no it was entirely public. not public in you posting each other, but public in him telling every little detail to his best friends: trevor and cole.

you realized jack was a shitty man the day you overheard him on the phone. his voice; the one you grew to love, was speaking to trevor.

you realized jack was a cruel man the day you heard him admit out loud to his mother how this was all fake. you realized his mother was an admiring woman the moment she started to yell at him. you realized jack would never be a good person the moment he lied to you.

“was any of it real to you?” you whispered as you looked at his back. you watched him tense up before turning to you.

“what—what do you mean?” he was acting oblivious— sinking into it.

“how much of our relationship was fake to you, jack?” you spoke, your eyes held pain in them as you teared up.

“where is this coming from, baby?” he asked.

you let out a scoff mixed with a choked sob. “why are you still performing in front of me? im not stupid jack, ive heard you! you called me stupid for believing this. you just told your mom it was just because you wanted money.”

“baby..” jack spoke lowly. his eyes held guilt, anger.

“were you sent by someone? someone who wanted me dead? because you are fucking killing me, jack. ive been back and forth with myself, trying to convince my head that you were lying; or even just joking. ive tried for defending you against my head for so fucking long, jack.”

you watched as ellen stood there; clearly torn apart by the entire thing. of course she loves her son, but he was ruining you.

“you knew i loved you— you knew that and you still did this? you couldn’t have a fucking heart and just reject me?” you were desperate— desperate for his love, even after this.

“i didnt want to hurt you..” he trailed off.

you let out another scoff. “good fucking riddance”

you had tears running down your cheeks. you turned around, trying to not let him see you cry. you felt his hand touch your shoulder— which you quickly shrugged it away.

“dont you dare— you have no right.. no right to touch me right now.” you were a mess— a full on mess. “you— i let you see all of me, all of it.” you brokenly whispered.

“i let you in— you came to my brothers funeral for fucks sake, jack! i cried on your shoulder— you told me, you said so many things.” you cried out.

jack watched you break down, his brows furrowed as guilt washed over him.

“i took you to my moms grave.” you whimpered out, your lip quivering as you shakily spoke.

ellen came over, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “come on sweetie, lets get you outside.” she whispered.

you sobbed into your hands as she began to lead you outside. “mom—“ jack tried to speak but was immediately cut off by the look she gave him.

that night, you declared ellen hughes as your savior. that night, you declared jack hughes as the shittiest man to exist. the smallest man who ever lived.

i need to make a new taglist bc i forgot everyone and it was so messy last time 😭😭 lmk if u want tags from now on babes!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Bill Sykes x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You convince Daddy Mafia Boss to take a uhhh... 'swim' with you 🩱

Warnings: Smut. Pool sex (private inside pool). Use of 'daddy'. Sykes has some body issues and doesn't believe you when you say he's hot as fuck. Little bit of degradation. Unedited.

"I didn't know you had a pool!"

Goddamnit. As soon as Y/N's form comes back into the hallway where Sykes was waiting for her groaning about her discovery he feels the dread begin to build. He was hoping she'd never notice, quite honestly.

Nevertheless he gives a chuckle, shaking his head and taking his new lovers hand when she scoops his up in hers again; returning to his side. "Yeah. Well, let's keep going. Get your ice cream from the kitchen- "

When Sykes tries to keep on going and show you to the kitchen, the reason he was away from his desk in the first place (you couldn't find your way around his mansion on your own, yet. And he couldn't deny you.), you stop in your tracks and halt you both. When he looks back, you give a pout. "Come on- let's take a swim!"

"Baby... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" You ask, totally oblivious to any possible reason- which makes sense, he supposes. You dont got nothin' to worry about... not with a body like that. While you continue to make your proposition, you begin to unbutton your top. "We're alone, daddy, and I got you away from your work already... why don't we take advantage of that?"

"We can do that in the bedroom, sweetheart."

"Yeah... but this is a pool!" You insist, a smile slipping across your face that just kills hkm- you're too damn pretty. How's he supposed to tell you you cant have something you want?? Jesus fucking christ- "It'll be so fun. Trust me- come on! Please? I promise, I'll make it worth your while~ "

... fuck.

~

Your little hands undress yourself one article at a time inside the pool room, light from the water flickering across your perfect body, then turn on him: your eyes laving over him with a little satisfied smirk on your lips. "... your turn, big daddy."

"Heh heh," Bill raises his h u g e hands up in surrender. "No, I don't think so princess. I'll just sit back here and watch you have fun."

"I can't have fun without you, daddy!" You insist, stepping up to him and gently smoothing your hands up his broad chest towards his tie before he can back up towards a chair. "I need you... "

When you turn those soft, begging eyes up on him he breaks; sighing heavily with a frustrated look in his face. "Fine... "

"Yay!"

Before he can change his mind, you get to work removing his clothes. You start with his tie, then unbutton his shirt revealing a thin white undershirt. With greedy hands and a cheeky grin, you feel up his chest and his tummy, spreading your hands in under his blazer and button-up around his sides... feeling he's so warm and so soft... you give a sigh. "Damn, daddy, you're something... "

He grunts back, not even watching you; not seeing the lusty greedy horny look on your face. He's looking away, seemingly aloof except for his tight and pent-up muscles givong him away, wishing he had a cigarette more then anything.

You continue on after a good few moments feeling your meaty, perfect daddy mafia boss. After slipping the blazer and the button-up up off his boulder-shoulders, you pull up his under shirt until you can't reach anymore, and have him lift it off himself the rest of the way. Immediately you give a big grin, finally having him shirtless for the first time since you started your relationship 2 months ago. "Ah! You're so hot!"

This time he just rolls his eyes. You're real cute, even your lies.

Now his pants. Your delighted grin turns into a pervy smirk, flicking his button undone and pushing the waistband down over his hips until he can simple step out of them. Then, well, you can't help yourself, you trace your knuckles over the clear and heavy outline of his thick monster cock. You can't wait to have it inside you!...

"Okay, almost done, gorgeous... " Your eyes glide up over his body to Bill's face looking partly annoyed, partly aroused. Mostly Impatient at your teasing. "Is that thing heated?" You ask with a thumb pointed behind you towards the pool.

"'Course it is."

~

10 minutes later you're in the pool with your back against the edge, kissing slowly, your legs wrapped around Bill's thick hips and his cock throbbing against your core and your stomach. Every time you move your hips, giving the occasional gentle grind against him as your tongue works in his mouth, it sends a delicious spark of pleasure through you both. Your perfect little pussy felt beautiful against his cock- even if you were a pushy little liar, you sure made it worth his while. There was a reason he kept you around here. While you were here, he'd never need any other cunt.

The heated water, up to both your stomachs fills up every dent and crevice in your bodies, but nothing like Bill's cock when he finally thrusts it into you- making you gasp and forcing you to open up your mouth wider so he can take control of the kiss. A moan slips out of you then, and after that it's all you can do; take his cock and moan like a little sugar baby slut.

For a while that's how it goes on, Bill fucks you against the edge of the pool and its all you can do to follow the motions and keep your legs tight around him; keep him in close, keep him in deep.

"Thaats it,.. " He mutters huskily, encouraging you. "Good girl, baby, good girl."

As you get closer to your orgasm you get dirtier, more obsessed, more in love with him. You move forward against him and your lips glide over his chest while your hands touch all over his body; love handles and rolls are your favourite. When you squeeze his sides, Bill gives a groan, snaps, and starts pounding into you much harder so you cant touch him anymore; just lean back against the wall and take it. "Ah- "

"Fucken hell, Princess." Bill swears, his towering form bent over your body so he can speak directly into your ear. "Do you know what you're doin' to me???"

"I- I- I- " You can't respond, he's pounding you against the side of the pool too good, stretching you open so wide; water splashing over the edge and into the grates.

"No," He answers for you as your ties curl behind his back the fucking is so good. "No, ya don't. You're just a dumb little whore, right?"

"... yesss... " You whisper amid your moaning, rolling your hips against Bill's in responce to his fucking.

With that you come undone, squeezing his hips like a vice between your legs and his cock in your cunt, and leaning up to kiss him deeply again. As you ride out your orgasm, bouncing on his stiff cock, Bill comes as well- making you smirk into his mouth.

~

"Heheh," Bill chuckles that sinister chuckle of his with a shake of his head, about 10 minutes later when you've both gotten out and are towelling off/getting dressed. "Princess, that was something. You're a pretty good little actress- I almost fell for that crap."

"Wh- what crap??" You asked, tucking the end of your towel into the top so it stayed around you while you towel dried your hair with another. With the second towel on your head, you look baffled at your lover.

???

"You liking my body." Sykes tells you, simply. Overturning your entire world with his careless grin. "Thanks for pretending by the way sweetheart, I appreciated it."

"I- I wasn't pretending!"

"... uhuh."

"Bill, I- you're- you're hot."

"Enough."

"Bill."

He wants to sound stern?? You can sound stern, too. Levelling him with your eyes, you lower the towel backwards from your head like a hood, and raise a brow. "Do I have to fuck you again til you believe me??"

[royaltyspeaking]

Hey, I'm the Oh my God Anon, just wanted to add that I don't think that the pic is AI. I do think it's an amalgamation of a couple of pictures and some of the blending has been sloppy. This isn't unprecedented, for example they did it with the addition of Louis to QEII's birthday pic with the grandkids and that time when they photoshopped baby Charlotte, it's not uncommon at all in their pics. However what I think is going on here is that because people have made a fuss about the edits this time AP has done due diligence and privately asked for the originals, KP already being in defence mode, something we know they're famously bad at, have responded to AP's request for proof of unedited photos has gone "No. How dare you we don't have to prove anything you get what you're given" and then AP has called their bluff and the other agencies followed suit.

So yeah, I don't think it's AI, a lot of things people are saying is proof of AI, the kids crossing their fingers (not uncommon for siblings to share a self soothing tic and we know they dont like photocalls) or the blurry window frames (it's just paint bleed, very common on old windows that have been repainted a lot) and honestly while this is mediocre photoshop AI isn't this good. Once again the problem here is bad staffing, hence why I expect at least one person from KP will be leaving soon.

I'm not convinced that it's AI, but surely heavily edited photos couldn't possibly be considered the same thing as "manipulated," right? Like this day in age, calling a photo manipulated usually means that it's a fake. It's just insane to me that legitimate sources like AP pulled an official palace issued photo because they have questions regarding its legitimacy. This has literally never been seen before.

I don't think that the kids fingers are giveaways at all. It's pretty obvious that their fingers are just just bent. The giveaways are kates blurry hand, her entire head being oddly blended around her hair, her zipper that has a portion missing, and Charlotte's arm.

[keibea]

hi friends, i thought id write a little about some of my thoughts atm, to explain why i havent been posting. its a bit of a ramble whoops

you may or may noticed ive been posting less and less and honestly ive been struggling a lot to post things. im very very hard on myself, even with tumblr and editing which i love doing but i put so much pressure on myself that it feels like a task that i have to do and its weighing me down a lot. i just wanted to let you all know that i am here even if i dont post and just wanted to ask for your patience and bear with me as i go through the motions of sims 3 and 4 (i know u guys already do and i thank u for it). i adore the sims 3, but unfortunately she hasn't been kind to me lately and the ease of the sims 4 sometimes is just a bit less stressful. i will always love the sims 3 more because i am heavily biased, but i do enjoy creating things in sims 4 and i wouldnt mind posting some of it. what i really want to say is that im going to try and post what i want and enjoy posting, even if that is heavily unedited and sims 3 or 4. i hope you guys will stick with me, it might be a bit of a mess, but im hoping to find my joy from posting again! love you all, sorry for this jumble BLAHHH and i know u guys always understand u too good for me okay byeeeeeee

KISSES AND HUGS FROM JESSIE

[cupcraft]

i watched the Dream video for technoblade, his dad, and the charity. no other reason.

It'll be A dream free liveblog this will mostly be about stories of techno, his dad. I will state here that dream does talk about his memories of techno/techno kicking his ass at things/being good (mc monday and the duel for ex) and responds to his dad's stories and stuff but i dont feel comfortable liveblogging those parts so thats all ill say about it here. There will be a portion where his dad mentions dream a few times in his stories which ill state in service of his dad's/the family's voice but thats where itll end!

This will be long im sorry, and also its unedited grammar wise:

this stream/video was to donate to the sarcoma foundation (which definitely i do encourage donating if you can) and once again reminder you can buy the techno merch that also goes to his family and charity!

skeppy presented the award at the sarcoma foundation and met techno's dad. His dad also heard a lot about skeppy over the years as they were friends. Skeppy said the video that resonated the most with him the most when asked was "skeppy tries to troll me but i troll him first" (on technos channel, "skeppy's dungeon" on his). His dad shared a lot of joy to memories with techno and skeppy's relationship.

his dad says he feels like the "grief wants to be the only thing thats happening". and he said "i was there for his whole life. literally from day 1. literally for the last day." He finds his memories going over the last week of his life over and over again and he remembers it being mostly painful emotionally. And he doesnt want that last week to cement itself in his head, so he wants to go over memories of his whole life and stories from when he was a little kid and stuff. His goal is to talk about him as a whole person and not just the cancer.

His dad talked about how little funding cancer gets, how its the number 2 killer in the US and "it not only takes our parents but takes our kids sometimes and our friends and anyone." He praised doctors and researchers and he met them at the sarcoma foundation event.

in the spirit of joy as he dad said he wanted to share this story: when techno was 2 years old his dad had techno and his younger sibling. he said when kids are 3 months they sit so you can go to the bathrooma nd that when they get older theyre dangers and he said "thats when they try to kill themselves!". His first wife had the flu at this story, and he had to maintain the childcare and there was a staircase to the bedroom. The younger sister thought going up and down the stairs was super duper fun but she wasnt good at it, he had to like monitor her a stair behind. She then at one point was on the stairs close to the bottom and fell, and his wife said "what was that??". he picked her up and he tried to comfort her and stuff. And techno walks in the room and goes "baby fall down crash" and then his dad mimicked slapping the floor and rolling all around to show what 2 year old techno did to describe the story. Srsly crying at this :,) oh techno.

another reminder to donate!

his dad is an avid gamer but stayed away from minecraft bc he didnt want to be the "parent that gets heavily involved with what the child does" *laugh*. He watched techno play pvp, and once he figured out what was going on during these 1v1's and noticed that he kept winning without losing hearts. And his dad said "alex do they know youre there? are you invisible?" Though his dad could believe his son could win due to other video games like tf2 that they played together where he'd be MVP 2x the score of the entire other team's score and he'd say "oh i did so bad im so disappointed" (noted to be a bit of an exaggeration).

in his whole career his dad said he never saw him stress about anything other than the duel, leading up to it mostly. he didnt know why but it really stressed him out and techno shared with his dad a lot of worse case/ "nightmare" scenarios that his dad said "didnt seem realistic." His dad said "all the bad things you imagine might happen but are more likely if you turn it down (paraphrased i missed a few words here my apologies i do have auditory processing issues!). And his dad said "who is this green smiley guy whose gaining more subscribers than my boy!!" and he felt competitive on technos behalf.

he aspires to be a good dad to those behind the camera (which i assume are techno's siblings by context).

his dad brought up the elbow reveal and that he wanted to do a face reveal which caused some laughs. He is now thanking his sponsor "cancer where without it this stream wouldnt have happened." (All i can say is that ik where techno got his humor from im srsly in tears this fucking family :,)!)

His dad talked about the cancer. and referenced the joke "it was gonna be the most epic elbow reveal ever" about the almost amputation. And he did a great impersonation of techno's voice. He thought he was going to be weeping copiously but he didnt want to put that on the situation so he tried to stay positive and kept it about love for techno as much as he could until the end. He got techno a present in this message and then started laughing and that "nobody likes this story". next bullet pt->

the present was for the occasion of the surgery. He wanted it to be good and valuable and special. He got him a book, a rare first edition first print 1922 book of hemingway's farewell to arms. (no shot cryinggg)

Now its mcc time! Just a lot of sharing of techno mcc memories.

Dream smp whitelisting time! Techno was always on the dream smp list because (maybe) tommy asked him to be. He just logged on at one point (which we all know when :,)!). His dad also shared that he had several characters only one he wanted to be whitelisted (which was technoblade!). i assume he means acc names (?) and there was a joke that he kept trying to log in with his other acc's and said "i cant join because im not white listed (paraphrased) and that "i spent 50 dollars on a joke".

his dad is 60 years old, recent bday!.

"no ones gonna watch you play the videogame you can just play it yourself!" his dad said. (i missed the context of this im so sorry)

he says as a dad hes required to tell dad jokes.

There was a touching and emotional moment about how "it feels like techno is here with us" (paraphrased)

his dad wanted techno to pick out a good chair and out of all the chairs in the world he picked his dad's chair. and he has a shit desk, a computer, and a "ehhh" mic.

Whenever techno would stream/record at 2 am when his family was trying to sleep theyd hear "WHAT???? HEH?? *insert technoisms*" through the door. and he said "it was so awful when it stopped." :(.

he and his dad communicated through the door texting and hed check on him and theyd watched hunterxhunter/etc. together. And techno "couldnt eat without watching tv" and so meal and a show ig :D!

His dad said "i really miss him a lot." And he'll see reddit posts and he'll think its perfect to techno but then he remembers he cant send them.

Also He wont make a twitter but he's thought of making a technodad reddit and he loves the techno-ers on reddit a lot :D and he reads those posts until he cant any longer.

REMINDER TO DONATE AGAIN!

they knew another boy who had sarcoma who only lived until he was 8. and they had to take a break. at this point.

his dad said techno seemed to mean a lot to people that was more than pvp and funny jokes. and he sees the like "techno you helped through a bad time" posts. and hes so proud, and has seen all the donating on his behalf and finds it really (he pointed to his heart).

He met the director of the sarcoma foundation and they had never seen anything like it before. And she shared a story of a kid who ran a lemonade stand and raised to 100 dollars and sent it to the foundation for techno.

His dad said techno said "i sell pants now for some reason".

Theres new merch coming out soon. He's outselling! Also you can only order merch when its in stock to avoid delays.

The stream was ended with a hug <3!

His dad gave a big thanks to dream for what he did to help the family.

His dad plans to do more stuff with more people! Hinted at a big charity event with lots of games maybe.

AGAIN DONATE.

Technoblade never dies. this was a stream of love overall <3. I miss technoblade so fucking much. o7 king.

[strangerhottotties]

hi i have an eddie request but ill understand if you arent comfortable writing it, its a fluff piece where the reader gets their period in the middle of school at the hellfire lunch tabel and the whole time they seem uncomfortable and everyone is asking if they feel okay but they insist they are fine, then when its time to go to class everyone gets up and leaves besides eddie who notices the reader stays seated and then he tries to get her to tell him whats wrong

if you dont want to thats totally okay just respond so i dont spam you with the same request thinking you havent seen it <333

Haha, I get used to get pissed on for a living. A little fictitious period blood doesn't bother me. On that note, I made this a little gross cause why not soooo sorry? Thank you for the adorable ask! I had fun with this!

Also I apologize in advance I was fighting my trazadone writing this so its just a little unedited drabble that might not make sense to me in the morning. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk

Warnings: Fluff, periods, period blood, Eddie is first and foremost a gentleman.

The cafeteria was too loud, laughter and chatter and bright lights making your head pound. You sink deeper into your sweatshirt, it already zipped up as high as it can go as the group of Hellfire nerds you'd long acquainted yourself with clamour around you. The room felt colder to you than normal - your body curling in to preserve as much of your body heat as you could.

Normally, your involved heavily in the rowdy antics of your geek squad. Normally, you'd have picked your way through most of your mediocre lunch tray. Especially, on pizza day. But the orange grease stains the half melted cheese and your napkin. You've barely taken more than two bites in the last fifteen minutes. The imagery making your stomach curdle just a bit isn't normal for you. You know that.

Your name being called by one of the freshman has you glancing up into Dustin's frowning face. "You feeling okay? You've barely touched your lunch."

You're heart flutters nervously when the table is silenced and all of them turn towards you. Your friends had the worst timing.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just not real hungry today. Do you guys want it?" You urge, pushing your tray further into the middle of the table.

"Are you sure?" Gareth offers up.

Your cheeks burn with hot embarrassment because you can see Eddie's intense gaze settled on you from the head of the table. The Hellfire King's eyes steeling you in place as you pretend it's not.

"Yeah, you should eat more than that, at least," Mike starts. "Unless your sick."

"Just kind of queezy," your admission comes quietly. "This is too greasy. I really don't want to make it worse." Your answer seems to appease most of them in the way you hope it does. The slice goes to Dustin. The milk to Gareth. And the rest is followed quickly by the rest of them. Hungry teenage boys never turned down offered food.

It's several minutes later when a gooey gush occurs that you realize exactly why you're feeling this way.

"What's with that face?" It's Eddie who commands your attention, obviously noticing the paling of your completion or the widening of your eyes.

"Nothing." You cover quickly. He lifts his brows in questioning. You pray he reads the expression you shoot back as "I'm fine, really!" And not constipated. He gives you a single nod as you cross your legs.

You cursed yourself for wearing a skirt today. The only barrier between you and the seat being your underwear. You'd just wait for everyone to leave before checking to see if you bled through the fabric and onto the rouch textured chair.

You plead the bell will ring faster, watching the clock nervously as it ticks closer to lunch being over.

When it finally does, you wave your friends off as they shuffle off. You're too busy watching people float past to notice someone pulling up the chair next to you. You jump when you turn and find Eddie's face inches from yours.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" You squeak at him.

"Seriously, what's wrong? Are you avoiding someone? Is Tommy bothering you again?"

"No," you promise as the last of the students exit the cafeteria. Your voice sounds nearly too loud in the echoing room.

"You can tell me, you know." You wanna melt against him.

"It's just embarrassing is all," you tell him, hoping to deter him from further questioning. Really you just wanted your crush to stop coincidentally inquiring about you leaking blood beneath you.

"Nothing is embarrassing to me. I promise. Are you sick? Do you need me to drive you home?" He insists. It makes you want to pull you hair out - you settle for running your hand through it in frustration.

"No," you repeat. "It's nothing. Just go to cl-" you stop talking when his hand lands on your knee.

"Don't lie. You're a bad liar."

You bite your lip, tears welling against your will as you break. In a tiny voice, you finally mutter out, "Eddie, I think I just blend through everything..."

To your surprise, his face summons sympathy rather than disgust. "Oh, okay," he takes a deep breath as he glances around the room at the lunch ladies clearing the tables. "Do you have the stuff you need? The offer still stands to drive you home.

"I'll get blood on your seat," you whimper. Eddie snorts at that.

"Wouldn't be the first time. Come on. Let's go." He stands, holding a hand out to you. Your eyes widen for a moment.

"Hold on," you promise and reluctantly shed your sweatshirt to tie around your waist until you stand. You want to cry when you stand and spot the red stain on your chair. "Dammit!" You breath and go reaching for your discarded napkins from earlier. When you turn back to wipe it up, however, your eyes widen with horror.

Eddie is leaned over your chair, casually using his hanky to wipe away the blood before you can. He straightens when he's finished, casually tucking it in his back pocket.

"Ready?" He hums, like he'd just plucked a hair away, instead of the shedding lining of your uterus.

You sputter at him. "That... you didn't have to -"

He grasps your arms, pulling you close with that sweet expression all over again. "It'll wash out." Then he frowns and rubs his hands over your arms. "You cold?" He hums, as he finds your goosebumps.

"A... a little?" You offer, still too stunned. In a little shimmy that brings him into your space even more than before, he's shrugging out of both his jacket and his 'Dio' vest together. He doesn't even stop there as he helps you into it instead. "Eddie," you murmur without further words.

His smile down at you is stunning, warm and proud. "Don't worry about it," he encourages. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to see you in it." You nearly faint at the words as he slings and arm over your shoulder and tugs you into his side. You can't imagine what the two of you look like. Not until he waltzes you through the hallways, slowly approaching the up coming crowds of other students. You flush when Mike and Dustin cheer at the sight.

"Eddie," you chirp, leaning closer to whisper this to him, "It's gonna start a rumor about us." It earns you a grin.

"I can think of worse rumors, can't you?"

[shooting-starry]

Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.

Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: Well the creativity god have given me ideas and a literal change in perspectives. Please be nice, I take constructive criticism well no i dont. Also, please dont plagiarize or repost!

Warning: mention of dead bodies, blood, selling bodies, fire, burning bodies, gasoline and alcohol, arson, implied violence, Atsumu is now a princess, unedited. As always Also kinda dark so if you dont want to read that please skadaddle

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Well, that was unexpected. Y/n really did not expect an ambush on their safe house. The bodies where bloodied on the ground. Faces contorted in anguish and pain surrounded her. Kuroo and Kenma were calling some people from the Nekoma family to help clean up. Bokuto was moving the bodies, while Akaashi was directing him where to place each. There could have been up to 40 bodies on the ground, coving the ground in crimson blood. The once elegant sitting room had now been destroyed. The tall glass windows were now shattered. The breathtaking fire place was now noting put a pile of rocks. And worst of all, the comfy sectional was now ripped and torn in far too many places. Well looks like this place was going to have to burn.

Since revealing her true job. Miya-san hadn’t spoken a word. His eyes were perpetually following her. L/n would catch his lingering eyes on her as she talked to Kenma, or helped Bokuto lift a body. Was it really that surprising? The five worked the silence, moving bodies, and taking inventory of the weapons. Her tomahawk, Akaashi and Kenma’s knives, Kuroo’s taser and Bokuto’s frying pan (Y/n wasn’t sure where he got it, or why he had it) were lying in a pile, long forgotten. Words were exchange her and there in effort to make the body clean-up easier. The bodies were lying in a straight row, Akaashi had already gone to grab bed sheets to cover the bodies. Flys were moving into the room, flying about and landing on the dead and living bodies in the room. Their constant buzz became a rhythmic tempo as each person worked.

Soon after the bodies were covered, the door opened and entered 2 new people. Their heights difference and silhouettes were dead give aways. The shorter one, Yaku, who reminded Y/n of a chihuahua, paced towards Kuroo, while the taller one, Lev, who’s monster exterior did not reflect on his string-bean personality, gravitated towards  Kenma. Bokuto and Akaashi were discussing something. Y/n was never too sure what Bokuto was ever thinking. He was as special type of special (Not hating on him though, he has always been an amazing person. Everyone should take time everyday to appreciate him). Atsumu, who seemed to be in less shock was starting to walk around the room, taking inventory on the two new people and and lines of corpses on the ground.

Yaku and Lev were asking a plethora of questions, ranging from “How’s your mom?” To “Should we sell the bodies?”. Anyone who was clueless about the situation would probably call the police. Nonetheless, Yaku removed the bodies to his van to take to Yaku-land (Yaku never tells people where he actually takes things like bodied or drugs, so instead, he calls it “Yaku-land”). Lev on the other hand, he was bullying the injured Atsumu, poking him, taking his crutches, calling him “cripple”. All to which Atsumu didn’t seem to take to heavily.

Once the bodies, leaving six behind, where taken and Yaku and Lev had left, it was time for the plan to start. First step was to pour anything flammable everywhere. Gasoline and alcohol were poured everywhere leaving the foul stench to wander through the air. The left over bodied were then heavily drizzled in gasoline. They need to burn the most.

Next in the very complex plan (thank you Akaashi), New clothes. Akaashi and Kenma grabbed some new clothes for the group to wear, sweater shirts and pants for Kenma, Atsumu and Bokuto, a baby blue sweater vest and slacks for Akaashi, and a simple two piece suit for Kuroo, and a pair of cropped mom jeans and a sweater for Y/n. As they were leaving the house, careful  not to touch the liquids which coated everything, the six grabbed some essential, food, water, and car keys, and lit the house on fire with a simple match.

The fire roared as the house fell. The walls were burning as the fire grew. The flames were visible through the windows and the dense smoke drifted into the sky. Everyone ran away from the flames as the devoured the house. No one stopped, worried that someone would see them as they ran away from the crime scene. The exhilarating rush of adrenaline and the taste of arson was pushing everyone to run faster and faster. Atsumu, who was being carried by Bokuto like he was a princess, even seemed to enjoy the high of arson.

When they reached the car, a honda odyssey (which are great get away cars if you are trying to go unnoticed), Bokuto tried to place the princess down, he fought back. Kicking and thrashing in Bokuto’s arms, Akaashi and Kuroo tried to hold him down with on avail, and Kenma was calming playing animal crossing. Y/n tried to get him to calm down, but the large man child, kept wiggling and squirming. When he finally gave up, the look of defeat covered him face, then a look of sorrow and regret, then pure anger.

“Miya, you need to stay with us.” Said Y/n, pleading for him to stay. Y/n knew that if he left, he would get attacked again and then he wold die. And that would not be beneficial to anyone.

“Y/n, A can’t stay! Yer house was destroyed cause of me! Did ya know that! If A wasn’t there ya would have been fine! Beside, how do A know ya aren’t gonna kill me? Huh? Ya could just be using me to uh” he stuttered as he thought of a sound reason, “uh sell me? Or trade me? Or even force me to work! That would be horrible! Ma hands aren’t made for work, ya know! A thought you were a doctor Ms ‘freelance assassin’”. Y/n looked at him like a crazy person. Did he really think that she would do that? And after all the hospitality which she offered? Rude. Y/n wanted to prove him wrong. She wasn’t that type of person. The other boys, who were still holding him down all stared at her, waiting for her decision.

“Atsumu,  I realize how you feel”, y/n begins, trying her best to sound confident, “But right now if you want to live, you need to come with us. We are going to the Nekoma/Fukoridani base. We won’t hurt you, but please, I really need you to trust me”.

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@kayleighbeccaa @jojowantstocry

[woniepop]

okay so i wrote this on one of my old blogs. it’s called my forever and it’s a jay angst 😔 i didn’t think it was that good but *dice rolls* let’s get it. deepest apologies if it’s nawt good </3 !

warnings: break ups, arguing with parent/guardian, tiniest bit of fluff. word count: 1.14k, unedited. tw:// mentions of food!

“jongseong, i must say that y/n of yours is a piece of work huh?” his mother’s says from the other side of the dinner table. jay had had enough of his mother talking about you when you weren’t around, “i say break up, but hey-.” she stopped as jay forced his fork down.

“what’s the issue with her, i thought you wanted to see me happy, what happened to that?” jay said without looking up from his barley eaten food. “you just hate her for no reason..” he mumbled. his mother sighed, shaking her head at how defiant her child was.

“just like your cousins… haven’t you had a fair share of chaotic nonsense?” she scoffed, jay could feel the angry rushing from the tip of his toes up to his head. ‘don’t say anything.’ he warned himself to prevent from starting an argument. “she’s a menace to society jongseong!”

after she said that, jay could help himself. “stop talking about her like that! you don’t even know her. you find every little thing to pick at her about just because she didn’t grow up like me. i don’t want a rich girl, i want to feel normal!” he groaned, his father looked up from his plate.

“don’t you give that tone jongseong! you are to break up with y/n immediately. no if, ands or but’s about it. if you fail to do it i’ll do it for you.” she warns him. this always happened, jay just wanted to feel happy but he couldn’t, not with his mom being how she was.

“and if i dont?”

“then you’re cut off.” she stood to her feet and glared at him. his father stood to his feet as well and held her arm, shaking his head in a way of telling her not to do it. jay scoffed and scooted out from the table. “eat your food.” she told him but jay ignored her. “jongseong.”

“i hate you.” he said walking out of the house and calling you. he loved you- no, he was in love with you. yet he knew what had to be done. if he didn’t do it he wouldn’t have the support of his family, his on mother would cut him off just like she did the rest of his family. “this is so stupid.”

jay called you, sighing heavily and waiting for you to pick up. once you didn’t you could already tell it was bad just by the energy. “babe, are you okay?” you asked pulling the blankets over your shoulders. jay shook his head forcing the tears to not fall.

“w-we gotta talk y/n, can i come over?” you immediately agreed and walked down stairs to unlock the door for him telling your mom and/or dad that he would walk in soon. “the doors open and my parent knows. my brothers home from school but just ignore him.” you joke but you didn’t hear a laugh from jay.

“i love you y/n.” he said before hanging up. he continued his journey to your house and spoke to your parents. he jogged upstairs and walked into your room to lay next to you, a few tears falling from his eyes and he smiled softly at you. your hand wipe his tears away as you spoke up.

“jay, what’s wrong?” you frown, jay sat up and sighed out loud letting out a small laugh. you just knew something was off, he cried but not like this, “jay.. did something happen? did i do something?” you crawled behind him and hugged his back.

he shook his head, “my mom hates you, and i dont understand why. you’re literally the best girl ever and that’s what’s stopping me from doing the thing..” he sighs. you tilt your head in confusion and ran your hands through his hair.

“what thing?”

“breaking up with you.” you felt your heart drop and your head get lighter. he noticed the expression on your face as he looked at you through the mirror, he quickly turned and cupped your cheeks. “wait let me explain..”

“explain what? that your mom hates me so much you’d break up with me? i thought you loved me and would be with me through anything.” you were the one to let tears fall from your eyes this time. “what’s gonna happen.. are you gonna-.”

jay cut you off with a very emotional kiss. “i’m sorry, it’s not up to me. you know how my mom is, i don’t want her to attack you or your family. she said if i didn’t break up with you then she’d do it for me and i don’t want to hurt you more than i already am..” he confesses. more tears slipped, you put your hand on his chest.

you slowly started to push him away, “y-y/n just hear me out. it’s not like i want to break up, i just don’t want to loose my family. they hurt me but i love them just like i love you and-.” you moved away from him “and i don’t want to loose you y/n.. please.” you stood up and pushed your hair out of your face, you felt hot.

“you’re breaking up with me..” you said after it sunk it. it burned, it hurt, you were in pain? you didn’t really know how to explain the feeling in the center of your chest now. jay didn’t say anything, he just walked over to you and pulled you into a hug. whispering my sorry as you cried into his chest. he was a good person, he’d never intentionally hurt someone. “w-why can’t she just understand that you’re what makes me happy? why jay..”

“you’re what makes me happy too, i wake up every morning and think about you. you’re the first person i talk to everyday and i don’t want that to change. only thing that will change about us is our status. i mean we can still have fun, run around and do chaotic stuff.” he let out a small laugh making you smile a bit and nod.

“yeah..” you couldn’t even look him in the eye, you’d feel like you were being stabbed if you did. “this is gonna be hard.. i didn’t think that this would happen. i knew she didn’t like me but..” you sniffle. “i didn’t think it was that bad. i would’ve talked to her one on one, maybe i should’ve. maybe she wouldn’t be like this towards me if i would’ve just talked to her.”

“you will not blame yourself for something my mom caused, we won’t be dating but you’re still my best friend. i’ll still come over everyday, we can still cuddle and joke around.” jay holds your chin and leans down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, it only broke you more. “you’re my forever y/n.”

[shhh-no-ones-home]

dress to impress ryan sitkowski x reader

+++++++++ request from @ryansitkowskiswifey : "Hi! If you’re requests are still open which I hope they are 🤞, can I have a cute fluffy yet sexy one where the reader and Ryan go shopping? Maybe a dressing room moment?"

thanks for requesing, i hope you like it! i wrote the whole thing within the span of like two hours and its unedited so sorry if there are any mistakes

Song: I dare you by the regrettes

tag list: @cynic-spirit @alilpunkrock @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @musicsexandpizza69 @thisplace-ishaunted +++++++++

"y/n, i love you, but can we please go home now."

i swung our arms back and forth as we walked into the next store.

"as soon as we're done here, i know exactly what i want i just have to try it on."

he sighed heavily.

"until you find something else you like or want."

i looked over at him and smiled.

"maybe."

a tall brunette woman approached us.

"welcome in, is there something i can help you two find today?"

i nodded.

"actually im looking for formal dresses, preferably above the knee but anything works really."

she nodded.

"follow me."

we did as told as she walked us through the store, back to the back by the dressing rooms. there was a large array and i knew id get lost in them soon enough. then she stopped and turned back around.

"here we are, is there anything else i could help you with? styles? sizes?"

i shook my head, squeezing ryans hand.

"nope i think i got it from here, thank you."

she nodded.

"alright, well if you need anything else ill be around."

she walked away and i began looking through the various types of dress, short, long, satin, velvet, everything you could think of. i let go of ryans hand and started pushing a few on the rack around to find my size. when i did i held it against my body.

"thoughts?"

he slouched forward a bit, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket.

"it looks great, lets go."

i laughed a little bit.

"i have to try it on ry."

he looked distressed.

"fine."

i shook my head at him.

"here, help me look. i wrote everything down on this note that i need. come back with at least four dresses."

i handed him the slip of paper and he just stared at me.

"really?"

i nodded, a serious look on my face.

"yes, now go."

i turned him around and pushed him further away from me, releasing him into the wild to help me find what i needed. i went back to looking, pushing dresses around looking for the right color. we had been invited to a dinner party but it was themed. the invitation said that everything had to be vary specific shades of blues, purples, or black. so far i hadnt had any luck but this store seemed promising. after about twenty minutes ryan found me again holding what i had asked him for.

"that lady said you should try these on and that she would start a dressing room for you."

he said, making me laugh. i walked to him getting on my tippy toes and kissing his cheek.

"thank you ryan, i think im done over here anyways. lets go see what these look like."

i followed him back to the dressing rooms and there was the woman standing in the doorway.

"i started a room for you, it down the hall to the left, it has your name on it so its easy to find."

i nodded, looking back at ryan impressed.

"thank you, thats super nice."

she smiled at me and nodded, watching as ryan and i walked down the corridor. he helped me hang up the few dresses i had before walking back out to the small lounge area and sitting down.

"ill be here when youre done."

i peaked out the door.

"okay but i do want your honest opinion on all these."

"yes dear."

he said, making me shake my head and close the door behind me. i started with a few of them, trying them on and giving ryan a little show as i stepped out to the lounge area and spun in a circle each time. he seemed to be enjoying himself much more now. we had agreed on a few of them that we had liked the best already but the one i had the most hope for i left for last. it was a knee length body hugging dress, that was a deep navy color and covered in glitter and and rhinestones. it was perfect for the party. i slipped it on, pulling the zipper up the side and sliding my hands down over my torso to smooth it down. it really was stunning.

"you ready? i really think youre gonna like this one."

i said through the door.

"yeah babe, come on out."

i smiled to myself as i opened the door and watched and his mouth hung open.

"wow."

was all he could muster as he just stared at me with wide eyes. i did a little twirl like i had done for the other dresses but this time making sure he saw all of me equally. the dress had ruching on the back right where the ass was, making it much more accentuated. he breathed deeply.

"its a good thing we're in public."

he breathed out, making me laugh a little bit as i straightened the fabric down against my body.

"and whys that?"

i asked in a seductive voice and he swallowed hard.

"cause that dress makes me wanna take you right here and now."

he said lowly. i winked at him.

"maybe if i buy it i can try it on when we get home so you can tear it off of me."

he groaned low in his throat as i turned to walk back into the dressing room. i laughed quietly to myself as i looked in the mirror again. if i knew that was the reaction i was gonna get i wouldve started with this dress. but then again maybe its a good thing i waited, cause now we could go home and have at it and wouldnt have to wait. i smirked at the thought and moved to unzip the dress. when it wouldnt budge i froze. with how tight this dress was, there was no way i was getting out of this without unzipping it. i tried again, holding the dress together at the side in hopes to make things easier but still no luck. then the panic set in. i tried to pull it up my thighs but had to stop at my hips. i sighed.

"hey ry!"

i called.

"yeah?"

he said concerned.

"i need your help."

"okay?"

he asked and i cracked the door open, he could barely see in enough to see what was happening.

"can you come in here for a minute?"

he raised a brow at me before pocketing his phone and getting up.

"okay?"

he asked again, looking at me as i closed the door.

"the zippers broken."

i said defeated and he drew his brows together.

"what do yo mean its broke?"

i tried to pull it down to show him and it didnt work. then he reached for it and tried, pulling harder.

"okay okay do rip it, i dont even own it yet."

"yet?"

he said seductively and i hit his chest.

"just help me get it off. if anyone has had as much practice taking my clothes off its you, now get me out of this."

he laughed a little bit before stopping and thinking. i moved to slid it up my thighs again to no avail.

"okay, hold your legs as tight as you can together and im gonna try to pull it up."

i inhaled sharply and did as told, watching him slip his fingers under the hem and pulling it up with much more luck. i let out a loud sigh as the fabric sat loosely against my waist.

"thank god."

i said relieved.

"hey its not off completely yet."

i grabbed the fabric and went to pull it over my head but this time it got stuck on my boobs. ryan just laughed.

"for fucks sake."

i said annoyed.

"here let me help."

he squished my boob enough to pull it over then moving to the next one and doing the same. when it was over he helped me pull it over my head, laughing at my exasperated expression.

"thanks ry."

i said a little out of breath. he leaned down and kissed me gently.

"anything to get you out of your clothes."

he torted back, winking at me. its a good thing my face was already flushed or he wouldve seen the mad blush he caused to crawl onto my face. i threw the dress at him and started getting dressed.

"what, we dont get to go further?"

he joked and i rolled my eyes at him.

"if we can get out of here then you can do whatever the hell you want to me when we get home."

i pulled my shirt down over my head and looked at the sneaky grin he sent me.

"anything?"

he said maniacally.

"ill think about it."

he put the dress back on the hanger and handed it to me.

"ill take it."

[justmewoo]

TroubleMaker [ Tony Stark x Trouble Maker Son Reader] Part 1/2

Tony Stark x Happy x Male Reader x Peter Parker x Ned are the characters in this first part but no romance included.

Just an idea I got last night enjoy this first part of the one shot. If you would like to be tagged on part 2 let me know. This is 4.0k words and unedited. I appreciate all feedback!!!

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"I don't think this is such a great idea [M/N] what if Happy comes to check up on us." Said a whiney Parker. 

I smirked laughing. "He's not going to come here I told him I was at your house doing a science project. There's no reason why he should come here at least tonight. You have to let lose Parker come on stop being such a scary cat." I patted his shoulder while unlocking the house door. 

"It's not that i'm scared it's just I dont want my internship with Mr.Stark to get ruined." I jumped on his shoulders. 

"You're Spiderman who fights crimes and your scared about someone like my dad? Come on, if by any chance this doesn't turn out how we want it I promise to stick up for you and you can blame all of this on me. I won't tell him that this was all your idea." 

"Thanks [M/N] You're a really good friend....... wait what do you mean this was my idea? The one who wanted to throw a party is you not me." Peter acted defenseless. 

I laughed out loud. "I'm just kidding Parker take a joke would you. By the way there's going to be some really good food. The chefs that have cooked for my dad are preparing some delicious cuisines. And there's going to be a lot of drinks if you know what I mean." I nudge him on the shoulder. 

"[M/N] this isn't right we could get in a lot of trouble." Peter complained again. I pinched the top of my nose feeling annoyed. "I'm going upstairs to get ready for the party do you mind helping out and getting all of the cups out from the cabinet." I saluted walking upstairs to my room to get ready. I tossed my phone on the night stand with out any sound jumping into the shower. Peter was freaking out downstairs fighting with himself wether he should or not call Mr.Stark and tell him the plans he's son is planning for tonight. Peter sigh having no other choice but to help out his friend with tonight's party. Peter went to the kitchen and looked for the plastic cups and took them out. 

I had finished taking a shower and getting dressed. I had decided to wear a simple black shirt with rip light blue jeans with a pair of black new Jordan shoes. I comb my black hair and put on some cologne all around me smiling at myself through the mirror. I did all sorts of pose to flexing when I had an idea. I quickly left my room and entered my parent's bedroom looking for the last piece to make me feel complete. I sigh looking for the missing item when finally opening one of my dad's drawer a pair of purple light glasses that stood there staring back at me. I smirked before taking them from the drawer and putting them on. I jumped on their bed turning to the front facing their mirror. "Are you from Tennessse because your the only one I see." I winked at myself before falling on the bed laughing to myself. I stood up and left their bedroom but not before closing the door after me. I walked through the hallway before walking to the edge of the staircase. "Peter did you take all the cups from the cabin like I told you- oh hey Happy what are you doing here?" I asked acting dumb. Happy stood in front of Peter with a serious face. 

"I thought you two had a science project together in Peter's house." Happy said glancing between the two of us. "W-we do it's just..... I..... [M/N] forgot his notebook and came here for it. Isn't that right [M/N]" Peter said. 

"Yeah, Yeah, he's right we just came for my notebook. We where actually on our way out." I said asurring him. Happy walked over to me yanking the sunglasses from my face. 

"Then why are you wearing Tony's sunglasses." Happy pointed a hand to the glasses in his hand. I looked at Peter for help but he shook his head. 

I avoided Happy's gaze. "I uhh.... need them for the science project we are doing isnt it right Peter." I said but Happy didn't seem to bite in to my story one bit. 

"Oh, really, whats the project about." Happy walked over to the couch and sat down. Peter and I sent stares at one another coming up for an idea. 

"Glass work." 

"Water." We both said at the same time. "So which one is it?" Happy said. 

"Water glass work... it's about the difference between water glass and eyeglasses." I blurted randomly. 

Happy stood from the couch. "Alright, sounds good to me just make sure not to return back late and call me when you want me to pick up let's go." I looked at Peter asking for help. 

"That won't really be necessary Happy we can go walking together it's not far from here." Peter blurted out. But Happy shook his head taking out his car keys from he's pocket. 

"It's best if I drive you two. The sun's setting down I don't want Tony barking at me if something was to happen." Happy walked ahead of us while Peter and I stood behind whispering to one another. 

"We can't leave people along with the chefs are going to be arriving anytime soon." I whispered. "What are we going to do?" I thought for a quick second. "Actually you know what, I don't feel so good maybe it's best if we stay here to do the science project. Plus you're right it's getting late so is it cool if Peter stays to work on the project together?" I said praying inside that Happy will agree. 

Happy turned around. "Alright it will be easier for me if you stayed here. I'll call your dad and tell him your going to stay here with Peter. I'll see you tommorow morning." 

I cleared my throat. "Happy can I have my dad's glasses back?" I asked. Happy took them out from his pocket and toss them to me. Happy walked over to the door and glance at us before opening the door and shutting it after him. 

Peter and I sigh in relief. "That was a close one I didn't think he would leave." Peter said taking a seat on the couch. I nodded crashing next to him looking up at the ceiling. "Me and you both good thing he left. For a second there I thought we where going to get caught." 

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The chef's had finally arrived an hour later to prepared all of their amazing food. I had asked them to prepare tons of shrimp and sushi, along with some snacks with those fancy crackers with cheese. While they prepared the food Peter got ready Ned had arrived a few minutes later. A little bit of less than half an hour people from school started to show up. I had played with the lights asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to dim the lights of the Tower. "Are any of the avengers here?" Ned asked. I shoot my head. 

"No, thankfully they are all away doing their own thing or away in a mission." I yelled through the loud music. "Sweet glasses." "Thanks! There my dad's. Hey Peter's coming." I shouted and watched Peter coming downstairs wearing new fresh clothing. 

"Looking good Pet, see I told you everything was going to turn out just fine now have fun there's drinks by the bar and the chefs are going around surveying food. I have guest to attend see you all in a bit." I nudged them both leaving the pair talking with one another. "Gosh, I really i'm turning like my old man. Oh well guess they run in the jeans." I said to myself. 

 "F.R.I.D.A.Y raise up the volume." I yelled standing on top of the table. People cheered at the music playing. I grabbed a cup with a bit of alcohol in it mixing it with soda. Being seventeen years old makes life a bit easier and why not when your a Stark life becomes easier. I walked all over the house making sure everyone was good and everything in place. 

I want some more

Oh, oh

What are you waitin' for?

Take a bite of my heart tonight

Oh, oh

I want some more

Oh, oh

What are you waitin' for?

What are you waitin' for?

Say goodbye to my heart tonight. The song Animal by Neon Trees begin to blast all over the Tower. I had grabbed a random girl and danced with her. I moved to the sound of the beat. I twirled her around taking off my shirt off exposing my toned body to everyone. The girls all watched in awe as they stared. Then two more girls jumped and I danced with them three singing and drinking having a good time. Too busy having fun someone suddenly grabbed me from behind. I turned around to find Peter and Ned. My chest breathing heavily with a few specs of sweat falling down my chest. "What Peter can't you see i'm dancing with the girls." I said feeling annoyed. 

"Your dad's calling Peter there's a chance he's been calling you too. Where's your phone?" Ned said freaking out showing me Peter's phone. 

"Just sent him to voicemail if Happy already called him saying we where "working" on our science project then he thinks we are too focused on our homework. As for my phone I have no idea where it is. HAS ANYONE SEEN MY PHONE?" I said yelling to everyone but none of them knew where it was. I shrugged looking at them and continued to dance with the girls. Peter and Ned fell worried but took the chance of not answering Tony. 

It was after three hours that people started to leave including the guys but feeling drunk makes the time go by fast. At the end of the night I had gotten the phone numbers of all those three girls written all over my arms. I had their lipstick all over my face. As everyone left it was soon just us three alone with a big mess everywhere. I looked around giggling to myself looking stupid. Peter sigh looking at his watch. "I need to go on patrol." He said grabbing his backpack and belongings. Ned also got his stuff and got ready to go. 

"Aweee your leaving already don't leave I don't want to stay all alone here by myself." I pleaded. 

"Look we'll help you get to bed and then we'll leave. It's getting late I don't want my aunt May to be worried about me." I got up from the couch and launch myself toward Ned. Peter helped him carry me upstairs. Reaching the top floor they took off my shoes and jeans stripping me to my shorts and laying me down on the bed. I clunged to Peter not wanting to let go of him but he pushed me to the bed and covered me with the blankets. They shut the lights off and left my bedroom. A few minutes later the whole house was quiet. I had fallen asleep right quickly so I failed to listen to heavy steps coming upstairs.

I could hear steps but I was also half asleep snoring dreaming random stuff. My head lay on the pillow while my body was all stretch out with the blankets touching the floor. The sound of a door being opened was heard coming from inside my room. To busy in La La Land I didn't feel them pull the blankets off me until my body landed on the floor. I opened my eyes to the lights turned on. I continued to sleep pulling the blankets back on my body. After a few seconds the blankets where off me for the second time. Feeling pissed and annoyed I lifted my head to find my dad's suit of armor staring down at me. "What the hell?" I asked. I sit up rubbing my eyes squinty at it. "I'm probably dreaming or left his suit in my room." I said laughing like an idiot until the suit began to talk.

"Are you out of your mind this is what studying with Peter was about?" The robot spoke sounding like Happy. 

I laughed at him. "Dad why do you sound like Happy?" I looked at him with a dumb face. 

"I'm not Happy it's me Tony your father I should had never left you all alone this is what you do when we are gone. You have school tommorow for crying out loud. What's Pepper going to think if she would to see you." He said sounding angry. "And do you have lipstick all over face. Great you even have a damn hickey on your neck [M/N] when are you going to grow up." 

I giggled. "I also got three phone numbers isn't it cool Happy but nooo Peter was a party pooper but I showed him just don't tell dad and mom." I pointed a finger and lay again on the cold floor. "Dancing is a lot better than working out because boy did I sweat a lot." I said before shutting my eyes and falling asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of muffled and steps walking away.

The sound of an alarm woke me up. I groan in annoyance reaching for the stupid alarm but then I felt beneath me to feel the cold floor. I opened my eyelids and adjusted them to the light of the sun coming through the window. I looked around before standing up quickly to shut the alarm off. Once I turned it off I jump onto the bed before closing my eyes again. I quickly opened my eyes at the memory of last night. I looked at the alarm clock. 7:00 happy is supposed to get here at 7:30 which means I only have about thirty minutes until he gets here. I quickly jumped out of the bed and rush towards the closet to put a white undershirt underneath then a white shirt on top and black jeans. I quickly grabbed my shoes from underneath the bed and put socks on before putting the shoes on. I comb my hair quickly. I then grabbed a pair of black sunglasses and put them on. I quickly grabbed the backpack and ran for the bathroom upstairs. I did my business and brush my teeth with some splashing on my face to keep me awake that's when I noticed I had lipstick all over my face and a big purple hickey under my neck. I went back to the room and grabbed a black hoodie to hide the hickey. The only problem is it was hot outside.Once I was done I headed for downstairs where there was a major mess. Bottles and cups where everywhere the furniture all dirty with a few stains on them. The black shirt I had on last night was dirty and had one of the edge torn up. I tried to pick up some of the mess and looked for my phone but no luck until I found it underneath the couch broken to pieces. I started to freak out in the inside, the phone was barely new and it wasn't exactly cheap either. And when my parents find out they're going to flip out especially mom. Too busy in my own thoughts someone ring at the door. "I'm coming!" I yelled getting up from the floor putting the phone inside my backpack. 

I quickly grabbed the keys from the door frame that hang and quickly went out before Happy had a chance to come inside and see the big mess from last night. I closed the door after myself locking it and speed walk to the black car. What I didn't know was that a pair of glasses where also broken somewhere in the kitchen and a program who had recorded everything from last night's party. And the suit of armor I was talking to was not a dream. I sat on the passenger seat to see Happy wearing his usual black suit. He had music blasting which I had turned the volume all the way down before closing the car door. "Good morning [M/N]." He said. I shook my head. "Don't speak i'm not in the mood to talk right now just drive." I said looking forward. Happy only looked at me suspicious but didn't say a word through out the way to school. As for me a million scenarios where running through my head. Even the way to school felt immensely short. 

"By the way-" I closed the door after getting out of the car and speed walking inside the school hoping to find Ned or Peter but I didn't get to see any of them. As I walked through the hallways people glanced my way but I ignored their gaze and walked to my locker. One of the girls from last night came running towards me hugging my side. "Good Morning [M/N] are you ready to head out to class?" A beautiful girl with blond hair said clinging onto me before planting a big kiss on my lips. I felt astonished by her kiss I felt myself melting under her spell and returned the kiss. 

The bell soon ranged pulling away from each other. We catched our breaths before she grabbed onto my arm then hand. "L-let me grab my stuff so we can head over to class." I said rather quickly. After grabbing my stuff I closed the locker and went out to class holding hands with her. Along the way people commented on the party saying how fun it was. Which honestly felt pretty good hearing that. Soon shortly we arrived to class and went our separate ways to sit in our seats.

During class the lecture became boring and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. Then a sudden sound of something slammed on my desk woke me up. The classroom laughed but gained an ugly glare from the teacher. "Stay after class Mr. Stark." She said. I sigh looking back at Peter before paying attention to the lecture. 

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As the bell rang everyone including Jenny the girl who I found out was her name kissed me in the morning left with the rest including Peter passed patting my shoulder with a pity look and exited the classroom. I got up from the chair and over to the front taking a seat in front of the teacher. "What's going on with you [M/N] you've never acted this way before." She said. 

I don't know how to respond back. I can't let her call Happy or my parents especially not my dad. I gulped thinking for an answer. "I uhh...... i'm sorry I just stayed up really late working on a project." I said lying. 

She crossed her arms before chuckling."Is that so, it's funny you mention that because out in the hallway everyone talked about the party of the year in the Stark Tower on a school night." I gulped. "I'm calling your parent's and the principal will be aware of last night's party." She threatened.

"Come on, please anything but calling my parent's. I promise I will do anything to make up the lecture but please don't call my parent's." I beg with a sad face. The teacher thought for a moment. "Fine. But, you will have detention after school and I will give you the lecture from class go on." I smiles feeling relief. 

"Thanks teach, I promise it won't ever happen again I swear." I said before running out of the classroom to my next class. Running through the hallways someone grabbed me from the sweater and push me onto the lockers it was Jenny who wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me none stop. Of course I returned the kiss but honestly it was kinda getting annoying. I tried to talk in between the small mini make out session but it was impossible to push her away. I only had a few minutes until the bell rang and honesty I didn't want to get in trouble again. My head hurt and I was starving. I pulled away from her grip catching air we both gasp. "Jenny I have to go." I said running away from her. Jenny called after me but I couldn't care less at this point. 

As I ran away, I saw a kid from my class passing by wearing a pair of glasses that looked a lot like the ones I took from my dad. I turned around and ran to his direction. When I turned him around to see me I stared at the glasses it was definitely my dad's glasses. "Hey, you where at the party last night those are my dad's glasses." I said pointing a finger directly at him. The guy pushed me and tripped me falling on my hands to the floor and took off running. "I seriously don't have time for this right now." I said cursing to myself standing up and running after him. The hallways where already empty soon the bell rang but going to class now wasn't a priority anymore. It was to get those glasses back before dad realizes I took them without permission. 

I ran after the kid not losing his sight. The squeak of our shoes made echoes inside the hallways. "Come on, I'll give you anything you want if you give me those glasses back." I yelled running after him. 

"I'm keeping these sunglasses thank you very much." He yell back. I frowned feeling frustrated. I have been chasing him all through the hallways including the inside of the cafeteria. "Don't be such an asshole Oscar come on give them back and I won't beat you up." 

"I'm not scared of you Stark." Oscar yell almost tripping on his feet when he suddenly collided with a tall figure. Unaware of the situation I continue to run after him and taking the glasses from him who stood still. "I told you I was going to get them back." I turned my back on him ready to leave when a hand pulled me from behind. 

"Mr. Stark." A deep voice said. I turned around gulping hearing the voice. "M-Mr. Principal sir." I said. "You two come with me." Was all he said. 

I sigh and walked with Oscar behind the principal and put the sunglasses away inside my backpack. I groaned feeling irritated and tired from all the running. I punched Oscar in the arm without the principal watching. Oscar whined returning the punch back. I punched him twice as hard on the shoulder. He was about to punch me back when the principal glance behind him and Oscar hugged me instead. It took a two minute walk to the office. 

Once inside his office we sat on each chair in front of his desk. After all the things that have happened this morning I regret doing the party last night. Peter was right it was a big mistake and I still have to worry about all the mess at home. The big stains on the couch is is going to be the hardest thing to fix around the Tower. I can already picture my mother's angry face. I only had less than a day until they return which is tommorow night. What if I blame it on Thor.... now that I think about it that won't be a great idea. I can't blame it on Morgan either. Too busy in my own little world I failed to hear the principal lecturing us. "I'm calling both of your parent's." Was all I catched before he dialed my dad's phone. 

"I'm so dead." I murmur under my breath.

[feminarrie]

Niall, a bottle of whiskey, and a drill. use that and write what you will. I want to see what you come up with!! (also you can take your time with this)

kate! once again, thank you for challenging me with this! it was fun to figure out just how i wanted to go about this, but i’m happy with what i’ve come up with!

i’m putting it below a cut bc it’s just 3k+ of smut (it is also unedited sorry!)

As she looks out at Niall, Y/N can’t help but think how utterly domestic the scene is.

It’s midsummer and the California heat was approaching a dry 100 degrees. She had ditched her shirt in favor of a bikini top and a pair of light wash shorts atop her bottoms. She’d even spent the better half of the morning in the pool with Niall. But, as it neared one in the afternoon and the peak temperature of the day, she had gone back inside to cool down and to prepare lunch for the both of them. While Niall had slipped out of the pool and wandered to the patio, where a new patio set is still sat in pieces.

She looks outside at him now, through the kitchen window, as she washes and peels a carrot. His back glistens with sweat as he attempts to line up a metal pole with another piece of the bar that they had bought just a few days ago. They’d offered to assemble it upon delivery, but Niall had insisted that he would be able to put it together. She hadn’t argued it, either. Especially considering that they were on their way out for a scheduled date night.

She’s glad Niall had decided to put the furniture together. Especially when she see the way his broad back tenses when he moves this way or that. Droplets of sweat drip down it and highlight every movement.

The way his arms look now, as he uses a drill to join to pieces together, surpass sinful. With every movement, his biceps flex and Y/N can’t help, but think about how they feel when he’s fucking up into her. Like they had this morning, in the comfort of their air conditioned bedroom. When her back was pressed to his chest and the backs of her thighs and ass bounced in his lap. His arm had wrapped around her middle while his other hand was wound around her throat. Hitting her at angles that she didn’t think were possible.

There’s a different heat that’s building, now. An internal heat that still has sweat developing on the back of her neck and at her hairline despite the heavily air conditioned kitchen. It settles into the apples of her cheeks as continues to prepare their lunch. 

Which, it really is a miracle that she’s capable of finishing all the preparation and plating it by the time Niall walks in. She’s even managed to grab the bottle of whiskey from the top of the fridge without asking Niall to retrieve it for her. She pours it over the ice in a short glass, watching as it melts the cubes just slightly. She hopes he’ll like all of it, too. Niall is usually one to drink beer or water in this kind of heat, but she figures that a small glass of whiskey is a treat for all the hard work he’s doing. Plus, it forces him to slow down enough to enjoy the liquor and cool off for awhile. 

Y/N can see the sunburn that has begun its assault on his shoulders. The already tan skin has turned a shade of pink that holds a future of promise of blossoming into a shade of red if he’s outside for any longer. “Whatever you’ve made smells delicious, love.” Niall hums, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head as rounds the corner of the island.

“Thank you.” She grins, leaning upward to receive the peck that Niall has stopped to give her. “Go clean up and I’ll have the table all set when you come back.”

Niall nods and leaves after another peck to her lips.

Y/N busies herself with setting up the table. She places a smaller bowl of salad between two plates of greek wraps. It’s nothing too fancy, but she hardly thinks that Niall is keen on having a hot meal after he’s come inside. Even if he was, she absolutely did not want to be overheating while cooking up a warm meal for him. So, she figures it is more likely a win/win situation for the both of them. Niall returns shortly after she’s set herself down to eat. He’s in a pair of deep blue gym shorts and nothing on top. As he comes to sit down next to her, she can see the freckles that have begun to develop along the expanse of his shoulder and back. Unlike his sunburn, they will likely fade within the next few days. 

“Thanks for lunch, Y/N.” Niall says before his eyes land on the chilled glass of whiskey. “And for this. How’d ya know I was cravin’ something stronger?”

“Figured you would after being outside for most of the day.” Y/N shrugs as she answers. Their conversation dies down after that, both of them being too busy with eating to speak. Especially Niall, who goes back in for a second helping of salad. And Y/N lets him because she knows he’s probably built up an appetite.

“I’ve just got to put a few more pieces together and then I’ll be done.” Niall says after Y/N asks him how much longer he’ll be.

“We’ll stay inside after that then, yeah?” She suggests, hopeful that Niall will want to stay in for the remainder of the evening. “I’ll order takeout for us, if you’d like.”

Niall nods, drying off his hands after having finished washing his dish. Y/N lets the rest sit in the sink for now, her mind having drifted to the idea of having a cool shower while Niall finishes up outside.

He kisses her once more on the cheek before stepping out into the yard once again. Y/N paces herself in heading upstairs into the master bathroom. Grabbing her phone from the coffee table so that she can listen to music while she’s showering. She’s even more eager because she’s got a killer playlist that she’d been adding to for the past few weeks.

But, she’s also got other things on her mind as she makes her way upstairs after turning the temperature down just a little bit more. 

The images of Niall were shoved aside as they ate. She was starving and in that moment, her appetite had far outweighed her desire for Niall. But, now that she had a clearer head and a shower awaiting her, she couldn’t help but to conjure up those images again. 

She’s sure he would be too tired to do much of anything anyway. So, she sees no harm in getting herself off while he put the final touches on their patio furniture. Especially seeing as she doesn’t know how long he will be and Y/N has never been one to be patient about these types of things. 

Before long, she’s come to stand in their shared master bathroom. The heated floors don’t feel quite so warm beneath her feet, but she is still aware of the heat that they exude. Their toothbrushes occupy one marbled cup set between two sinks and white, plush hand towel hangs just slightly over the edge of the dark countertop. Two more navy blue towels hang over separate bars that sit next to the shower. There’s still droplets of condensation against the glass, likely from Niall’s shower earlier that morning. 

Y/N strips after she’s turned the shower on and found a happy medium between too warm and too cold. She kicks her shorts and bottoms to the corner of the room, closer to the laundry basket. Her top is flung in the same direction moments later. All the while, the sounds of her playlist bounce off the walls of the spacious bathroom. 

A soft sigh leaves her lips when the water hits her front. It’s enough of a temperature difference that her nipples pearl and to give her some relief from the high temperatures outside. Her sun kissed skin drinks the moisture as she allows it to wash over her for a prolonged period of time before she turns around. 

She reaches for the bottle of cherry blossom and citrus scented soap that lives on the middle left shelf of the tiled shower. Her other hand reaches for her own loofa that hangs from the shower handle. Once she’s put more than enough of the soap on it, it’s only a matter of seconds before it has begun to lather. Y/N hums along to Postpone by Catfish and the Bottlemen and she nods her head along with the beat. And she’s fully enraptured by the song until she’s reached between her thighs, the soap leaving a soapy lather that drips down her thighs as the water drips down from her back. Where she simply can’t help herself from switching the loofa from her dominant hand to the other.

The pads of her fingers dance over her already slick folds, gliding with ease as she teases herself. She reaches down to slide her middle finger from her entrance to her clit, letting it stay there and adding just a slight amount of pressure. Enough to heighten the stirring in her tummy, but that’s it. She teases herself for awhile. Eventually letting the loofa fall to the floor so that her other hand is free to roam her body. It eventually settles at the base of her throat and she applies just a slight amount of pressure. Her small hands aren’t as good as Niall’s, but they’ll do in the moment. Especially when she’s pushed two fingers inside herself after the images of Niall and her own teasing had become too much to bear.

Y/N is chasing her orgasm when Niall enters the bathroom after having called out for her just a few minutes before. He doesn’t need to see her form to know that either. Instead, her whimpers and occasional pants of his name can be heard loud and clear with the acoustics of the space. When he does look at her, though, it has his cock hardening in his shorts. Enough so that if she looked now, she could see the outline of it with only so much as a glance. But, she doesn’t. Her eyes are squeezed shut as one hand drops to cup her breast, a sure sign that she is close to the edge. Niall watches her as she continues to chase it, too. Her shoulders slouching forward slightly and his name like a mantra as it falls from her lips. She falls apart right before his eyes, unraveling at the seams as she cums. A final yelp of his name as her body quakes with her orgasm and her head lulls backward.

He allows her a moment to recoup and steady herself before he clears his throat. It still makes her jump, though. Which, Niall knew it would but it still pulls a strained chuckle from him.

“Fuck,” she mumbles, “You scared the shit out of me.”

It’s muffled by the sound of the shower and music, but Niall can still (just barely) make out what she is saying. “Sorry, love.” He replies, genuinely sorry that he had scared her so much.

Y/N takes in his half naked form from where she stands. Even with steam rising from the shower and blurring her vision slightly, she can see the outline of his cock. It only serves to make her even wetter. Something that she didn’t think was possible considering she can feel herself dripping down her thigh before it’s washed away by the water. “Got off thinking of you.” Y/N begins and she hopes Niall had been in the room to see what an absolute mess she was at the mere thought of him. A groan sounds from deep within Niall’s chest. Because even after all this time, the idea of her getting off to the thought of him was a nice ego boost. Plus, that thought alone was enough to have him muffling his own cries as he cums in the bunk of his tour bus when he’s been away from her for too long. Again, Y/N has hardly ever been good at being patient. So, when Niall is taking too long and absentmindedly palming at himself, she lets out a huff. She’d like to get her mouth around him, if he’d let her. Swallow all that he had to offer before they toweled off and settled in for the night. (Although, Y/N wouldn’t be opposed to another round once they’ve received their takeout). “Niall,” she whines, a pout setting on her lower lip.

“What is it that you want, love?” Niall raises a brow, his hand stroking across the length of himself as he looks at her.

And normally, Y/N is all about niceties. Even when Niall is nipping and sucking at her clit with three fingers buried inside her. Bringing her closer and closer to her climax, but not allowing her to cum just yet. When she’s frustrated to the point of tears because he could be so cruel and dominating when he wanted to be. She still repeats a series of thank you’s as she comes down from her orgasm. Too blissed and utterly fucked out to form any other words. “For you to let me suck you off.”

The statement is so simple and abrupt that it surprises Niall. His eyebrows shoot toward his hairline and he’s becoming almost painfully hard now. After that, he is quick to peel his only item of clothing off and step into the shower. The water alone could have him close to his own orgasm because it feels so damn good against his sunburnt skin. He can feel the heat radiate from his shoulders as he steps closer to Y/N, effectively putting them both beneath the large shower head.

Y/N glances up at him before trailing her eyes down to where the head of Niall’s cock is tinged pink and a light shade of purple. She bites her lip at the sight of him, eager to get her hands and mouth on him. So, she tears her eyes away to lock her gaze with him once again. He’s smirking at her when she does and takes a step closer until she can feel him pressing into her tummy. She isn’t sure if it’s the precum that has dribbled out of the slightly exposed tip or the moisture that has trapezed down both of their bodies to join together. It only takes a moment after that, that she is lowering herself to the ground. The tiles feel cool and hard against her knees, but she doesn’t mind. Not when she is eye level to Niall’s cock. From here, she can see the vein that travels up the side of it and just how much precum as bubbled up at the head. She looks up at Niall with a question and desperate look in her eyes. The doe-eyed expression makes her look too innocent to be doing such a thing, but it only excites Niall more. Especially knowing that she is more than capable of taking him in until he’s bottoming out and she’s gagging around him. “Go ahead.” Niall nods alongside his affirmation.

Y/N relinquishes her lip from the space between her teeth before parting them. He notices that it is plump and slick before it’s gone from his vision as she wraps her lips around him. His head falls back and his jaw slackens as she swirls her tongue over the tip before taking more of him into her mouth. Her small hand makes up for what her mouth can’t currently cover. And between her mouth on him and how her hand glides so easily across him, Niall can’t help but to let out a long fuck.

His eyes have fallen shut, so Y/N takes it as an opportunity to peek up at him from behind her lashes. And she’s glad she does because Niall looks like an absolute dream above her. Chocolate brown hair matted to his forehead, lashes just barely touching the apples of his cheeks, and body glistening with the water that is running down his body. She keeps watching him as she pulls off of him with a wet pop, allowing herself a moment to breathe. Her hand continues to pump up and down his length, twisting her wrist at the tip like she know he likes. He has one fist clenched at his side while his other hand is pressed to the wall beside her. His tongue darts out to lick over his lower lip and his chest has started to rise and fall with his quickening breaths.

With slight reluctance, she tears her gaze away from him. But, the feeling doesn’t stick once her lips are around him and she can feel the heavy weight of him on her tongue. Her hand holds him at the base, this time, as she slowly begins to build up a rhythm. She allows herself time to enjoy the taste of Niall on her tongue. It’s heady and salty, a familiar and somewhat pleasant taste to her. She alternates between self indulgent licks when she needs a moment to breathe and taking all of him until the tip of him touches the spongey back of her throat.

And it’s not long until Niall is ready to cum. The hand at his side is clenching and unclenching as if searching for purchase. Y/N notices it after Niall’s bucking his hips forward slightly, although he’s trying to control himself. And she knows he is teetering off the edge and into oblivion. So, she wraps her fingers around his wrist and brings it to the back of her head before placing them on his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Niall repeats, each reiteration gaining volume. “I’m gonna cum, Y/N. I’m gonna cum.”

Y/N tightens her grip on his hips, keeping him in place as she takes him as deep as she can go. And that’s all Niall needed before he’s painting the back of her throat with his cum. Y/N swallows all of it with ease and pulls off of him. Though, she’s sure to run her tongue along his slit to collect any remaining cum before she glances up at Niall. Who, like her this morning, looks entirely fucked out. And she prides herself with being the reason that he looks as fucked out as he does. It’s from her position on the floor, as she drinks in his form, that she decides Niall doesn’t just look like an absolute dream. Because a dream isn’t accurate enough to describe the vision above her. She thinks fantasy might be a better way to describe him, but she can’t be sure. Because nothing seems accurate enough.

[turtle-steverogers]

Grapefruit

Ship: Ralbert

Warnings: None except it’s shitty and unedited

Race poked his head out from underneath his blanket when he heard a knock at his bedroom door, “Come in!’

The door creaked out and a very distressed looking Spot entered, “Hey, dude, can you run to the store and pick up a grapefruit.”

Race stared at him for a few moments, trying to comprehend his request, “Okay, a few things. One, it’s 3:00 in the fucking morning, why the fuck do you need a grapefruit? Two, why can’t you go get it? Three, again, why the fuck do you need a grapefruit?”

Spot toyed with the hem of his nightshirt, “Uhh, I really want a grapefruit, because...I do? I don’t know, you know how I get during finals week, can you please just go?”

“Fine, I won’t question your weird cravings,” Race said, pushing his covers off of himself and grabbing his sweatpants from the floor, “But you’re gonna have to come with me.”

“I can’t, I needa keep studying. I’ll pay you back, please?”

“Oh my god, okay fine. Give me the money now, though,” Race said, heaving himself out of bed and pulling on a pair of pajama pants.

Spot reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill, “I mean, this should probably be enough? I don’t know how much grapefruits are.”

Race took the money from Spot, depositing it into his own wallet, “I’ll make it work,” He grumbled as he slid on a pair of sandals and got his keys from his bedside table.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Race said, opening the door to their apartment, “Study.”

“Will do,” Spot said, sitting back at their kitchen counter and pulling his laptop closer to him.

Race drove to the 7/11 nearest to campus and prayed to any god listening that they sold grapefruits. The door jingled as he entered and Race was relieved to see that he was the only one there, save for the cashier- he didn’t want anyone to see him in this half-awake state. He scanned the aisles, frowning when he couldn’t find any grapefruits.

In a last ditch attempt to find what he came for, he approached the check-out counter. The cashier looked around his age, with bright red hair and hazel eyes. He was rather attractive and Race suddenly felt intimidated at the concept of interacting with the guy. He was leaning heavily on one hand and leisurely scrolling through his phone with the other.

He looked up with raised eyebrows when Race cleared his throat, “Can I help you?” He asked. He looked incredibly tired and Race felt a pang of pity for the guy. No one should have to work these ridiculous hours.

“Uh, yeah,” Race said, taking a step closer, “Do you have any grapefruits?”

The guy stared at him blankly for a moment before blinking and saying, “I’m sorry, am I delirious from sleep deprivation, or did you just ask for grapefruit?”

“Um, no,” Race said, “You heard right.”

The guy continued to stare at him and Race could almost hear his brain struggling to process his words. Then, the guy started laughing so hard tears began to stream from the corners of his eyes. Race chuckled awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the situation.

“I-I’m sorry,” The guy sputtered, “I’m so tired and I’ve worked the graveyard shift every night this week and it’s finals week, ya know, and then this hot guy comes in at god knows what time it is right now and asks me for a fucking grapefruit and honestly? That’s just how life’s going right now.”

Race blushed furiously, realizing belatedly that the guy had called him hot. It seemed like the guy realized it too, because he stopped laughing abruptly as his face turned the same shade as his hair.

“Yo, I’m sorry man,” The guy said, sitting up from his hunched over position, “I didn’t mean to, like, disrespect you or whatever.”

“It’s cool,” Race said, smiling reassuringly, “You’re good.”

The guy visibly relaxed and stood up from his stool, “Alrighty, well, let’s see what we can do about your need for a grapefruit.”

He led Race to the back of the store, opening a few of the drink coolers before letting out a soft, ‘aha’, and picking up a bottle.

“So we don’t have any literal grapefruits,” He said, handing Race the bottle, “But we do have grapefruit juice. Would that work?”

Race shrugged, “It’s good enough, thanks for looking.”

“Awesome,” The guy took the bottle back and walked back over to the cash register, quickly scanning the item and handing it back to Race, “I know it’s not really my business, but why do you need a grapefruit?”

“It’s not for me,” Race said, pulling out the five dollar bill and handing it to the guy, “My roommate gets weird cravings during finals week.”

“Ah, valid,” The guy said, taking his previous seat back on the stool behind the counter, “So I have one more question and it’s totally not a good question to ask, but I’m really tired and my judgement is off, so I’ma ask it anyway.”

Race laughed at the guy’s rambling, “Okay, shoot.”

“Wanna go on a date sometime?”

Race almost dropped the bottle of grapefruit juice in surprise, stammering impressively as he tried to get a coherent answer out, “Oh, wow, actually, uh yeah. Yes I would.”

The guy beamed and stuck out a hand, “I’m Albert by the way.”

“Race,” Race said, taking Albert’s hand and shaking it firmly.

“Well, Race, it was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Bless all the grapefruits in the world for allowing us to come together in this 7/11.”

Race snorted and pulled out his phone, passing it to Albert, “Truly bless the grapefruits.”

Albert passed his own phone across the counter to Race and they entered their information into each other’s contacts.

“I shall see you soon hopefully,” Race said, taking his phone back and pocketing it.

“Yes, hopefully you shall.”

Race offered Albert a little wave and left the 7/11 with a new bounce in his step. When he got back to his and Spot’s apartment, he found that Spot had moved to the living room couch and was feverishly flipping through his psychology textbook.

“Hey,” He said when Race entered, “Didya get the grapefruit?”

“Close,” Race said, chucking the bottle of grapefruit juice at Spot, “They only had juice so that’ll have to do.”

“You’re a saint, Racer,” Spot said, opening the bottle and drinking half of it in one gulp.

“Feeling better?” Race asked.

“Loads, thank you for getting it for me.”

“Anytime,” Race said, walking back to his bedroom, “Besides, it was worth it, ‘cause I got the hot cashier’s number.”

“You WHAT!?”

Race simply smiled to himself as he closed his bedroom door, hopping back into bed.

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