#i did a page so now i get to bitch and moan!! as a treat!!

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local audhd having idiot has to do something not related to their hyperfixation and fuCKING EXPLODES!!1!!!!!! /j

[lucidlivi]

Fuck A Friendship

Warnings: Strong Language, Mature Theme (rough sex), Mentions of Alcohol

Requested: @suckitands33

Anything Jensen/Dean Tags: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester

this will switch point of views, it will be indicated with italics

Reader

“what the fuck is wrong with you Dean? I had that!” I seethed.

Once again Dean had got in the way.

“yeah okay, you’re lucky I was there to save your ass…again!” He huffed throwing his bag down.

“hate to break it to you Dean but acting like a dick won’t make yours any bigger.”

I could see his eyes cloud over in rage.

“at least I’m not acting like an ungrateful bitch.” He jabbed.

“a bitch wow really? well then in that case I guess that means you’re not the only dog in the room.” I said rolling my eyes.

“maybe with all that eye rolling you’ll actually find a brain in that pretty little head of yours.” He smirked his words laced with anger.

“awe Dean I think you’re pretty too… pretty damn annoying.”

It was no secret Dean and I butted heads. I was sick of him treating me like a child. It was bad enough he treated Sam that way but now he was constantly looming over me too. I walked in to the study but of course he followed me. He always had to get the last word in any argument.

“how about we just skip right to the makeup sex.” Dean sneered.

“I’d rather set myself on fire.”

“oh please I know you think about me naked.” Dean said.

“why can’t you just drop things Dean?” I asked pulling a book out to research some lore.

I always calmed down faster when my mind was distracted.

“you didn’t deny it.” He smirked.

“please Dean feed your own ego, I’m busy”

“Oh come on just admit it, you want to have sex with me.”

“please, if anyone is having wet dreams it’s you about me.” I huffed flipping a page.

Dean smirked before ripping his shirt off.

“so then this doesn’t bother you at all?” He asked looking at me.

I huffed closing the book. I turned to Dean, he had a shit eating grin on his face that made me want to punch him.

I couldn’t deny though, his toned chest was gorgeous, especially the way it glistened with sweat after our rough hunt. My eyes traveled down to his abs, god they looked good too and… wait what am I saying?

“nope doesn’t bother me at all.” I said maybe a little too quickly.

“really cause it took you a minute.”

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head leaving me in just my bra. Dean looked shocked by my action.

“so this doesn’t bother you at all then?” I smirked.

I watched Dean’s pupils dilate as his eyes raked over my chest. He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to meet mine again.

“nope doesn’t bother me at all.” He spoke.

“so it wouldn’t bother you if I did this?”

I quickly grabbed the waistband of my pants sliding them down my legs painfully slow. Dean watched me with a lustful stare. I could see his jeans getting tighter around the crotch area. I didn’t know what had gotten in to me. I just wanted Dean to see I wasn’t this helpless child he had to look after.

Dean looked at me before taking his own pants down. We were now both stood in the study in just our under garments. There was a pause of silence as our eyes devoured each others body.

Dean crossed the room in two quick strides, crashing his lips to mine. I immediately kissed him back my hands going to his toned chest starting to explore. His hands made their way to my ass, picking me up and forcing me to wrap my legs around him.

He backed us up so my back was pressed up against the bookshelf. His lips left mine and traveled to my neck and down my collarbone. I could feel him throbbing against my leg. In one swift action Dean unclasped my bra letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck.” He whispered mouth traveling further down to my uncovered breasts.

I let out a moan as Dean took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. My hands ran across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms.

“you want this?” Dean growled, his hands squeezing my ass.

Of course I thought about having sex with Dean. He was undeniably gorgeous, even after a hunt.

“Please Dean.”

His hands left my ass, pulling his boxers down. I gasped as his full length sprung out. I had seen Dean in his boxers once before but now he looked much bigger. Without warning he pulled my panties to the side slamming himself in to me. I choked back a loud moan as I stretched around him.

He started to thrust, pressing my back harder against the bookshelf. He brought his lips back to mine taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I whimpered as he bit down lightly, his thrusts getting more rough as he went.

“Fuck Dean.” I moaned.

I gripped the bookshelf trying to steady myself.

Dean growls thrusting harder. It was rough but tender at the same time.

“maybe next time you’ll listen to me.” He groans, thrusts becoming sloppy.

“not likely.” I pant.

Dean groaned as his legs started to shake. He was close, as was I.

“Dean I’m gonna.” I started but he cut me off.

“Fuck, let go for me sweetheart.” He groaned.

I came undone, his words mixed with the pleasure being too much to bare. As I clenched around him, it brought his release too. I could feel the bruising already forming as my back was slammed against the bookshelf repeatedly. Once we rode out our high, Dean gently placed me on my feet again.

I took me a second to get my footing, my legs feeling stiff.

“you’re fucking stubborn, you know that? He growled, cleaning himself off.

“and you’re an overprotective asshole so it kind of evens out.” I smirked.

I quickly grabbed my clothes throwing my shirt back on and pulling on my pants.

“I’m going to clean up .” I said walking out of the room.

“wait..” Dean said making me pause.

“this..” he pointed between me and him “we shouldn’t tell Sam.”

“there’s nothing to tell Dean, we fucked, that’s it.” I said walking out of the study.

Dean

I watched her walk away, quickly throwing on my clothes. I’ve had sex with a lot of women, but something about it this time felt different. I shook it off, hearing the door opening signifying Sam had made his way back to the bunker.

“why do you look all sweaty?” He asked giving me an awkward look.

“I uh was, I mean it was uh a rough hunt.”

What the fuck? Why was I fumbling over my words? I never do that?

“wow what happened to the bookshelf? Sam asked pushing past me.

The books from where I had her pushed up against the shelf were in complete disarray, falling out on to the floor.

“I was looking for something.” Her voice spoke up from the doorway.

“I’ll fix them.” She added walking over and picking a book off the floor.

“I’ll help.” I offered leaning down next to her.

I studied her face as she focused on putting some loose leaf pages back in a book.

Did she always have light freckles over her nose? Were her eyes always that color?

“Why are you staring at me?” She whisper yelled so Sam couldn’t hear.

I cleared my throat tearing my eyes away from her.

“I’m not.” I defended even though I totally was.

I picked up another book putting it in its place. I gulped as I stared at the bookshelf.

The sounds of her heavenly moans filled my head. I could still see her naked body pressed up against it. I could feel myself getting harder just thinking about it. I quickly walked out of the study not wanting to get caught by Sam.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Dean where are you going, I have more information about a case?” Sam asked annoyed.

“Uh I’m starving I’m getting us some dinner and then I’ll be back.” I said hurrying away from her.

I stopped by my room, trying to control my breathing. I ran in to my bathroom, splashing some cold water on my face.

“get it together Dean.” I said to my image in the mirror.

Normally when I had sex with a girl, it was forgotten after I came. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it now? I decided I needed to go for a drive, get some food and then maybe I’d be able to face her again.

Reader

“what’s his problem?” Sam asked as we watched Dean hurry out of the room.

I bit my lip shrugging my shoulders.

“did something happen on the hunt?” He asked scratching his head.

something definitely happened, but it wasn’t on the hunt.

“nope, hunt went perfect.” I lied as I finished arranging the books back to their original positions.

“I’m confused Dean said it was rough?”

Fuck.

“oh yeah, just a little, but nothing we couldn’t handle.”

It was amazing how easily I could lie to Sam.

“well are you okay?” Sam asked placing a hand on my back.

I flinched at the contact, my back sore from being slammed against the bookshelf by Dean. I bit my lip as the memory replayed in my head. I never realized how strong Dean truly was.

“I’m great.” I said giving him a thumbs up.

He looked like he didn’t believe me but thankfully he didn’t push any farther. I sat in the study looking over a book. My eyes were reading the words but my mind was too preoccupied.

Why did Dean leave so quickly? Why did I care?

It was around an hour later before Dean came strolling back in, food for all of us in his hand. He swallowed hard as he came closer to me handing me some food. He turned away from me quickly, taking the farthest seat away from me.

Sam started to tell us the information but I wasn’t really listening. My eyes traveled to Dean. His hands gripped the arms of the chair he sat on.

God have his hands always looked that nice? I imagined them wrapping around my throat making me bite back a moan.

Why am I thinking of Dean in this way?

I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to focus on what Sam was saying. I glanced at Dean as he spoke, I noticed the way his adams apple bobbed up and down with his deep voice. I could feel the heat pool between my legs. I needed to get away from Dean, I needed a drink.

“Is that all?” I asked, noticing both men had stopped talking.

“uh yeah I’m finished if that’s what you mean.” Sam said slightly offended by my outburst.

“Sorry Sammy rough day, I’m going to the bar for a drink.” I said standing up.

“I’ll go with you.” Dean spoke.

“NO” I spoke too quickly.

“I mean uh maybe I’m trying to meet someone.” I said mentally facepalming.

Why did I say that?

I could see Dean’s eyebrows lower as he stared me down. I quickly walked out of the room, throwing on my leather jacket. I couldn’t control my thoughts around Dean, I had to get away from him. I walked to the local bar having a seat and ordering a straight shot.

Why was Dean suddenly controlling my thoughts?

“excuse me, this seat taken?”

I turned around to see a handsome stranger staring down at me. He wasn’t Dean but, maybe a distraction would be nice.

“it is now.” I said pulling it out for him.

Dean

“I mean uh, maybe I’m trying to meet someone.” she spoke.

Meet someone?

I couldn’t help but feel the anger boiling up to the surface. It wasn’t even twenty four hours ago that she was wrapped around me and now she wants to meet someone?

Wait why did I even care if she met someone else. She said it herself, we fucked and that’s it.

“okay what the hell is up with you two?” Sam asked as she left the room.

“nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumbled.

“you’re both being extra weird today, leaving in a haste, she’s flinching when I put my hand on her back..” he says but I cut him off.

“she flinched?” I asked in concern.

I knew I went rough, but I didn’t think I’d actually hurt her.

“did something happen to her?” Sam asked.

oh something definitely happened to her.

“nah, she’s tough.” I said standing up.

I don’t know why, but I needed to get to the bar. If she really was meeting someone, I had to make sure they weren’t some type of creature who was going to hurt her.

“come on Sammy, let’s go.” I said grabbing my jacket.

“where are we going?”

“to the bar.” I simply said.

“but she didn’t want you there.” He spoke crossing his arms across his chest and looking at me suspiciously.

“we’re going for you, you need to get laid, you’re way too uptight.” I said slapping a hand on his shoulder.

He shrugged following me to baby. It was a quick drive to the bar. Once inside my eyes scanned the room for her. She sat at the far end of the bar, a man sitting beside her. I glared at him as she laughed at whatever bullshit joke he was telling. I could feel my blood boil as he placed a hand on her knee traveling up to her thigh.

“yeah we’re definitely here for me.” Sam joked.

I flicked my eyes to his but instead he was looking down at my hands. I didn’t notice but they were clenched into fists as I watched her flirt with him.

What am I feeling?

“it’s called jealousy.” Sam spoke beside me.

How did he read my mind?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I scowled ordering a beer.

I tried my best but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her at the end of the bar. I noticed she removed his hand from her leg instead holding it with her own. He leaned down whispering something in to her ear making her laugh again.

“what do you think he’s saying?” I asked looking over to where I thought Sam sat.

Sam was instead sat a few feet away from me, a cute brunette all over him.

“I’ll be damned Sammy.” I laughed watching her kiss over his neck.

I looked down at my beer chugging the rest of it down. I felt a hand slide across my shoulders, I flinched looking up to see a blonde in barely any clothing.

“what’s a handsome guy like you doing all by himself?” she asked, her fingers grazing my neck.

I pulled away gently.

“I guess I was waiting for someone like you.” I flirted.

This was the type of girl I usually picked up at the bar. She was more than willing to throw herself at me. She put her hands around my shoulders, wasting no time in kissing my jaw line.

I glanced back over to the end of the bar but I didn’t see her anymore. My eyes furiously looked around the room, finally catching a glimpse of (y/n) leading him out of the door by his hand. I quickly stood up causing the blonde to fall on the floor.

“what the hell is your problem.” she whined fixing her skirt.

“sorry I gotta go.” I said rushing out the door.

I didn’t want her to go home with him. She couldn’t.

I ran outside whipping my head around to see where she went. My heart sunk as she was nowhere in sight.

Fuck I was too late. She was gone.

“Fuck.” I growled running a hand through my hair.

“are you looking for me?”

Reader

I laughed at another joke he told. It wasn’t actually that funny but I didn’t want to bruise his ego. Too quickly his hand was placed on my knee traveling up to my thigh. I glanced up, my eyes catching sight of Sam first due to his height. Dean stood right beside him glaring in my direction.

you’ve got to be kidding me.

“did you hear me?”

James asked, or was his name Jake, I couldn’t remember now.

“sorry no I missed that.” I admitted.

James/Jake started to tell his story again but my eyes were on Dean who now took a seat at the bar. James/Jake’s hand was still rubbing my thigh making me slightly uncomfortable now. I grabbed it off, holding it in my own hand.

“so yeah I’m kind of a big deal now.” He whispered in my ear.

I laughed at him again. I didn’t know if it was an appropriate reaction to what he said but it usually worked for these types of situations. I glanced up at the other side of the bar, seeing a brunette ferociously attacking Sam’s neck with her lips. I laughed to myself. I noticed a blonde with minimal clothing making her way over to Dean. I felt the jealousy creeping up as she ran a hand across his shoulders.

“you’re not in to this are you?”

I flicked my eyes back to James/Jake. He was staring at me with a slight smile.

“i’m sorry Jake.” I said guessing on his name.

“it’s uh James.” He laughed.

“fuck right, sorry again.” I muttered.

“it’s that guy isn’t it?” James asked nodding his head towards Dean.

I didn’t know what it was about Dean though. It’s as if I was starting to see him in a whole new light.

“something about him yeah.” I replied biting my lip.

“I should go then, and you should talk to him.” James said offering me a smile.

I glanced back over seeing Dean giving his attention to the blonde girl all over him.

“I’ll walk you out.” I offered.

James smiled gratefully and walked with me out of the bar.

“uh I’m really sorry again.” I said dropping his hand finally.

“it’s okay, really. I hope you can sort out whatever it is.” he said offering me a small wave before getting in his car and driving off.

I sighed moving to lean against the side of the building. I sighed running a hand through my hair.

Why was I feeling this way?

Suddenly the door flew open, Dean came running out. He was furiously looking around, his eyes widening as he looked around the parking lot.

Was he looking for me?

“Fuck.” He growled running a hand through his hair.

“are you looking for me?” I hesitantly asked coming off the wall.

relief flooded Dean’s features as he spotted me.

“you didn’t go home with him?” he asked unsure if he was actually seeing me now.

“he’s not really my type, plus I don’t have sex twice with two different people in the same day.” I joked taking a step towards Dean.

“oh yeah, what about twice with the same person? Dean asked.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as he stood in front of me, cupping my cheek with his hand. He looked down at my lips before meeting my eyes again.

“It depends on the person.” I smirked.

“Me?”

“I think I could make an exception for you.”

At my consent Dean attached his lips to mine. I didn’t realize just how much I missed this sensation. Dean picked me up bridal style not breaking the kiss. He walked over to his car, depositing me in the back seat before climbing on top of me.

I reconnected our lips, tugging at his shirt. He pulled it over his head, dipping down to kiss my neck.

“Dean, wait.” I said pushing him off.

I could see the hurt flash in his eyes.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said biting my lip.

He gave me a confused look.

“I don’t know if I can have sex with you and still maintain a friendship afterwards.” I explained biting my lip.

“fuck a friendship.” Dean said.

It was my turn to give him a confused glance.

“I don’t want a friendship, I want so much more than that, I want to be the one you laugh at, I want to be the only guy who gets to touch you. I want so much more.” He confesses.

I felt my heart burst at his words. As a hunter, love and relationships weren’t a luxury we were afforded.

“if I’m being honest, it scares me to death and I tried to stop it, I tried my best, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” Dean added looking in my eyes.

He was saying everything I was thinking.

“fuck a friendship.” I said pulling him down for a kiss.

love and relationships were a luxury, but so was Dean, and this was one luxury I’d let myself afford.

Author Note:

Ooh I hope you liked it! I appreciate the request! Sorry it took me so long I wanted to make it perfect for you! If you have some crazy ideas send them my way! xoxo

[jinkicake]

Freak Like Me

Doja Cat’s ‘Freak’ headcannons for Akaashi, Atsumu, Kita, Kuroo.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Miya Atsumu x Reader

Kita Shinsuke x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader 

Truthfully, I don’t know that much about Kita but I did read a few character analysis pages and researched his zodiac sign so hopefully I got his character right. Also I want to add that if I could, I would punch Atsumu in the face. I just feel like it would be my duty. 

S M U T 

WC- 1,449

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Akaashi Keiji

This pussy off the chain, this kitty insane

It’s always the quiet ones… you know what they say

Big dick men are always quiet

Akaashi has entered the chat

You may have Akaashi wrapped around your perfect little finger but he tries not to let you know, yet no matter how hard he tries to hide it you can see it on his face every time he cums in you

Yes, Akaashi is very dedicated to his little love, his nasty little thing~~

His eyes are always on you, always watching you, his blue eyes say more than he ever could

Akaashi cannot get enough of you, ever, he is horny 24/7

He tells you it’s your fault, that he is too attached to ever stop

You got him hook, line, and sinker

Three-fourths of the time he is thinking about you, and three-eighths of that he is thinking about his cock in you </333

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me.” Akaashi grunts beside your ear, your calves are over his arms as he grips your waist and plunges into you. When you’re fucking, Akaashi is anything but quiet. His cock massages your walls and rubs deep inside of you, his pelvis presses into your clit with each thrust. “So fucking good to me.” His lips slot over yours and you can only moan as his tongue enters your mouth, soothing your tongue and coaxing it back into his own mouth. There he will suck on the muscle, Akaashi drowns in your cries and the hiccups spilling from your chest as his hips continue to work you over and over again. “How many times are you going to cum tonight?” He asked as soon as he pulled away, his lips still ghosting over yours.

When you fuck Akaashi, it is never one round ordeal.

“F-four times.” You sigh when he presses his lips against your cheek, you soak in the reward.

“And you’ll take all of my cum every single time, you know better than to waste a single drop.”

Miya Atsumu

I ain't ever been vanilla honey, just wait until you get a taste

Atsumu… he isn’t ready for this one

Someone like you, who has such a competitive sexual nature, will literally drive him insane

In a good way, of course, he will become addicted

Drive him up the wall, edge him just for the fun of it xxx

He loves when you push him, just so he can fuck the shit out of you for it later

Atsumu is one passionate bitch, he would be so open to anything you want to do

And listen, his little freak wants to do a lot

Just try not to wear him out too badly, okay?

He would be so protective of you, maybe a tiny bit controlling 

Once Atsumu gets a taste, he’ll never be able to eat anything else

The blonde head of hair peeking out between your legs is a sight for sore eyes. Your thighs are draped over Atsumu’s shoulders as he holds you up against the wall, eating you out with everything he is worth. It’s messy and sloppy, but it makes your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head nonetheless. There is perfection in each one of his moments, in each thrust of his nimble fingers, in each curl of his tongue against your clit. 

Miya Atsumu has you captivated under his taunting gaze. His eccentric eyes hold you in place before going down to stare lovingly at your pussy, like he is enamored with it. Atsumu continues his ministrations, watching you as your head falls back against the wall and he feels you tighten around his fingers. Then he will stop, he will retract from your entrance and move to kiss your thighs, sucking and mouthing at the skin. After that he will go back to work, bringing you to the edge and then taking it away from you at the will of his fingers.

“You’re doing so good for daddy, take your punishment baby.”

Kita Shinsuke

Daddy the grandmaster, daddy I want it faster

Kita would treat you so well, too well

He’d memorize everything you like the second he learned about it

Storing it deep in his mind to use later, to use in an effort to ruin you

He is very calculating with his movements, he makes sure that each strike of pleasure is used in the best way

Kita is so straightforward, if he wants to fuck he tells you

He tells you in full detail what he wants to do, his dirty talk is…… out of this world

Kita is skilled in all aspects of fucking you, he does not lack in a single area

Mainly because he communicates so well with you

He is very open to trying anything you want, if his baby wants it then he will always provide

Kita sexy, Kita big dick, case closed

In truth, you know how you got like this. How you got Kita’s fat cock shoved down your throat at a violent pace while the said man licks gently at your clit. It’s so hard to focus on anything but his tongue on you and any time you moan it only gives him the opportunity to go deeper. You pull off of him to focus your attention on the tip, you practically drench his cock in your spit. 

He’s soaked, you do your own little licks before sucking him into your mouth and dragging your tongue along his slit. With another breath of air, you take him back into your mouth, trying with an effort to get the spit pooling at the corners of your mouth to fall against his sensitive balls. With each delicate stroke of his tongue, you push yourself back against his face, at this moment riding his face. You can’t take the slow pace much longer.

“Faster daddy, faster, please.” You beg and rest your face against his hip, you turn your attention to fondle his balls in your hand.

“Patience darling, you need to wait my little plum.” Kita warns, nipping at your clit as a warning. He has you under a trance.

Kuroo Tetsurou

I could fuck him in the rain, I could fuck him in the range, I could fuck him every day

You have Kuroo dickmatized, literally

Kuroo needs his little oasis every other day or he will go insane

He loves it when you fuck him, when you’re on top of him

Whenever he is bored that is the first thing he thinks about

The way you bounce on top of him, how your breast are practically shoved into his face

Pussy put a spell on his ass!

Knowing that you do the nastiest shit only for him causes his possessive strike to flare up

Kuroo makes it a mission to leave you so utterly content, so full of his cum, in a way that reminds you that you’ll never be satisfied by another person

He loves his pretty baby, he lives to make you happy

Kuroo is seriously bent over backward for you

The loud patter of the rain does nothing to drown out the sounds of skin on skin or the squelching sounds bouncing off the windows. It was a nice beach day until it started to thunderstorm and what perfect way to savor the moment than to fuck Kuroo inside of his car.

“Who’s daddy’s good little kitty? Hmm?” He teased, biting the shell of your ear as you sink down on his cock. Your thighs start to burn but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s holding you like this and not when he feels so deliciously euphoric inside of you.

“Me, daddy.” You whisper against his lips, massaging your breast and toying with your nipples for added pleasure. Kuroo notices and the cocky smirk on his face does not leave once, he reaches down to pinch your nipple with his thick fingers. His cock throbs inside of you at the cry that leaves your lips

“Don’t you sound utterly delectable? Maybe I’ll have to have a little taste after I’m finished with you, clean you up just a bit. You’d like that, wouldn’t you baby?” He coos into your ear and you whimper, using all you can muster to clench around him tightly. The noise that left Kuroo was too much and you can practically see the moment he starts to cum, filling you up like a balloon, leaving you stuffed. Much too quickly Kuroo reaches down to stimulate your clit, pressing four fingers against the little nub, he doesn’t stop until your own hips stutter. “That’s it kitten, now cum.”

[worldwidemochiguy]

Love You A Latte (MFEEU! Jimin)

➵ You have always wanted a story book romance, no matter how many times your friends tell you it’s unrealistic, and even unhealthy to have such high expectations. You can’t help but yearn for the one who will make your heart sing, who will captivate you with one word, who will treat you like you’re worth more than anything else in the world... and then Park Jimin crashes into your life, with a pretty smile and a warm cup of vanilla latte with your name on it. 

➵ Warnings: Yandere Jimin, Stalking, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Unhealthy Idealisation of Romance 

➵ Word Count: 9.1K

➵ MFEEU Masterlist

➵ General Masterlist 

➵ a/n: it’s finally here!!! and i made it part of the mfeeu!!!! idk it just felt right also i actually finished this a few weeks ago but i wanted to add a bonus scene which had smut lol. buuut i was finding it hard to write and i didn’t want to make u guys wait any longer :/ so,,, sorry for the wait! but i hope you enjoy :D

“You do realise that kind of stuff isn’t real, right?”

Your head jerked up, fingers curling slightly around the dog-eared page you were just about to turn, leading you deeper into the intoxicatingly perfect story. Your friend looked almost concerned, worry digging a groove in between her eyebrows.

“Huh?” You replied absently, mind still fixed on the story beneath your fingertips.

“I mean, you’re always reading those books, where a perfect guy comes and steals the girl away into a world of love and happiness and all that crap. You know that won’t actually happen to you, right?”

“…Uh, yeah?” You laughed nervously, one hand releasing the book to come up and brush your hair out of your eyes. “Any particular reason why you’re saying this, Buttercup?”

Buttercup’s expression was pinched, almost painfully so.

“I just… I don’t want you to waste your life away waiting for a guy who’ll never come.”

‘I know.” You said, your throat uncomfortably dry, “I know. It’s just… it’s nice to imagine, right?”

Watching you was the most treasured part of Jimin’s day. Thanks to the multiple cameras he had installed in your apartment while you were out of town, he was able to spend many happy hours watching you, completely besotted.

If he ever missed you, maybe while you were in your classes or meeting with your friends in that ridiculous coffee shop — a practice he planned to stop as soon as he officially became your boyfriend — he could just open his laptop and watch endless saved recordings of you. He even had the cameras linked to his computer at work, though he had to make sure Jungkook wouldn’t peak over his shoulder as he opened the webcam viewer, the nosy little brat.

If he was lucky, you might have danced around to the music on the radio while you were waiting for the kettle to boil, or you would be on your couch, giggling as you read one of those romance novels you were so fond of. Little things. Domestic things, which made it easy to image the day when you would dance around in his apartment, safe and happy in his embrace.

Jimin was thankful you didn’t spend much time in the bathroom. He had refrained from placing cameras in that room because he wanted the first time he saw your beautiful body to be a conscious choice on your part. He would also do his best to avert his eyes whenever you got changed in your bedroom.

However, that didn’t stop him from shamefully imaging you in the privacy of his own penthouse apartment, when the nights became long and lonely without you, or any other human company. More often than he would like to admit, Jimin found himself fantasising about how tight you’d feel clenched around him, how sweet your release would taste on his tongue.

Though the two of you had never actually spoken, Jimin knew everything about you, from your favourite colour to the way you had your eggs in the morning. From a little extra research, made easy by your friends’ various social medias and the occasional overworked college administrator that was sweet-talked into giving out students’ personal information, he knew your birthday, your blood type, and many other precious facts that he wrote down in a diary personally devoted to you, containing his photos of you taken from afar and and Jimin’s records of what you did that day. He had filled up several diaries after having first laid eyes on you only a year ago.

The moment Jimin saw you for the first time was forever burned into his memory. He was waiting in front of the office building, checking his briefcase to make sure he had remembered to bring an important file in for that day’s meeting, when the shopping bag of a passerby had broken, spilling all of their belongings onto the ground.

Jimin had merely watched, unperturbed, as the stranger struggled to pick everything up, and it appeared everyone else was content to do the same. Well, everyone except you.

You descended like an angel from heaven, the only one to help him. Jimin could barely feel his heart pounding in his chest, he was so enraptured by your beauty, your kindness, the grace with which you held yourself. Even your scent, wafted over to him by a blessed breeze, was enough to make Jimin realise that you were the one for him.

The only one there could ever be.

Jimin had listened, captivated, as you comforted the stranger with your melodic voice, all the while helping them to collect their possessions which had spilled out across the sidewalk. You were just- ethereal, as you comforted the stranger — they seemed to be having a bad day, not that Jimin cared at all — introducing yourself as a friend. Your name was the most beautiful thing Jimin had ever heard.

Jimin repeated that name over and over again in his head, and with little difficulty he located you and immersed himself in your life. He had to make sure that when he ‘met’ you, he would not be like that bumbling stranger, too weak to even reply to your kind words. He needed you to realise immediately that he was the one for you, your soulmate, as you were his.

Jimin grinned as his laptop started up again, finally fully charged up. When he woke he discovered that the battery had died as he had it playing all night while he slept. Jimin loved linking it to the live stream while you were asleep and then listening to your cute mumbles and sleepy groans, imagining that you were lying beside him, safely wrapped in his arms.

Usually, he would remember to plug it in so that it wouldn’t run out of charge, but Jimin had been a little distracted that night after you released some… strange noises in your sleep, noises that sounded like moans. Jimin was glad you didn’t say a name — he really didn’t have time to murder someone, what with all the workload on his hands — though your moans slightly tarnished his innocent vision of you.

Jimin knew you were undefiled, a fact that brought him great delight and daily erections. He knew this because during that dark period several months ago when you had that despicable ‘boyfriend’ hanging around you, a constant source of contention between you and him was the fact that you wouldn’t let the bastard touch you.

After he drunkenly attempted to pressure you into making out with him on your couch — a proposal you strongly rejected much to Jimin’s delight — the drunk asshole had left you, sobbing into your hands, to ‘get his dick wet’ elsewhere.

It really was too easy for Jimin to follow him out that evening. To knock him unconscious and then drag him into his rundown car. To place his heavy leg on the accelerator and let it speed into a tree, and watch him regain consciousness a second before the car collided and a branch fell through the windshield, stabbing him in the chest.

Jimin watched it all, and smiled, knowing you were safe from that monstrous son of a bitch. You were safe from everyone, as long as he was there to protect you. Not that you knew it yet, of course.

The cops ruled it as an accident caused by drunk driving, a verdict supported by your testimony of his behaviour earlier that night and his general reputation as an irresponsible party-goer. How that scumbag ever got you to go out with him was beyond Jimin, especially given all the work Jimin was putting in to even be worthy of your attention.

But it didn’t matter. After the death of your boyfriend, Jimin watched as you became happier, rising out of the depression that asshole had put you in. Though, to his consternation, you were spending more time with other people, even widening your previously small friendship group, it was worth it given that he was able to see your bright, joyful smile all the more often.

Jimin let out a groan of frustration as the livestream continued to take its sweet time loading. Thankfully, he had a day off today so he didn’t have to worry about being late to work, not that Taehyung was particularly strict about that sort of thing.

It was now 10 in the morning, a Saturday, so according to the rough schedule Jimin had worked out, scrawled on the inside cover of his diary and imprinted into his brain, you should be just starting to wake up. You were a bit of a late riser, but that just made Jimin love you all the more, imagining lazy mornings filled with kisses and pillow fights that devolved into indulgent morning sex.

An excited grin spread across his face when the picture finally cleared and he got to see your beautiful face. The grin dimmed slightly when he saw you were just putting the finishing touches to your outfit, seemingly leaving your apartment to go somewhere. Jimin scowled.

Who did you have to meet that was so important you would wake up specially to see them? He hurriedly got dressed, eyes still pinned on the live feed which made putting on his trousers a tad more difficult than usual.

Thankfully, he was able to be out of the door more or less the same time you were. He followed the now well-trodden route of shortcuts and back alleys that led to your apartment. Or rather, the road across from your apartment.

Jimin followed a block behind you, baseball cap pulled low over his face so you didn’t recognise him, watching as you strolled along the avenues, smiling to himself whenever you saw a pile of autumn-tinted leaves and jumped into them, creating a cacophony of crackles which made you giggle cutely. He almost regretted not bringing his camera to capture these adorable moments, but he knew it would look strange to the other pedestrians if they saw him following behind you taking photos.

Jimin finally realised where you were headed with a bittersweet smile. The coffee shop you loved, The Roasted Bean, which you frequented with your friends. He was hesitant to go in there, worried that your friends, stupid though they were, would notice his constant presence and poison you against him.

He couldn’t resist strolling up to the window, though. Watching as your face brightened when you saw your friends (who had already ordered without you, the ungrateful swine). He imagined a similar look appearing on your face whenever you saw him — except happier, because obviously you would be more excited to see your boyfriend rather than your friends. Maybe when he was coming home from work to greet you in your and his’ shared apartment.

A handwritten note stuck to the window distracted him from his reverence, something which originally irritated him but what he soon realised was in fact a blessing. The ‘help wanted’ sign, proclaiming that the shop needed a new barista, and that they didn’t mind if the applicant had no previous experience, was all Jimin needed to situate himself in your life.

After all, if he started working at the cursed coffee shop, he would get to see you every day when you visited in the mornings, and after that Jimin was sure it wouldn’t take long to make you fall in love with him.

Of course, if Jimin wanted to get the job at the coffee shop, he would have to do something about his proper, full-time job.

“Uh, Taehyung?”

Two heads popped up as Jimin knocked on the office door. They must have been having a meeting. Fuck, Jimin really didn’t want to have this conversation with Jungkook as a witness, but it seemed he had no choice as Taehyung waved him in and Jungkook showed no sign of getting up. On the contrary, he settled into the office chair and looked for all the world as if he wanted a bag of popcorn to snack on while he watched the conversation.

“What’s up?” Taehyung asked, and Jimin felt a slight lick of heat paint itself across his cheeks. He cleared his throat and pointedly ignored Jungkook’s snort.

“I want to cash in my vacation days.”

“Oh, really?” Taehyung’s brows flick up, “It’s… September. Shouldn’t you save them for… I don’t know, summer?”

“No, I want to use them now.” Jimin asserted, and Taehyung gave a puzzled little frown, before shrugging.

“Okay, well, there’s a a form you’ll have to fill in. How long are you thinking, a week? Two?”

“About two months, I think.” Jimin said, less confident than he would have liked, and Taehyung’s jaw dropped.

“Two months? Why on earth do you want to take two months off all of a sudden?” Taehyung asked incredulously, before his expression sobered abruptly. “Is there something wrong with your health?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, Taehyung-ah, don’t worry.” Jimin assured his friend quickly, “I just… want to pursue something else for a while, that’s all.”

“Want to pursue someone else, you mean.” Jungkook cackled, obviously casting off his role as a spectator, and Jimin fought to keep his expression unmoved. “You’ve been bright red ever since you stepped into this office.”

“It’s… warm.” Jimin muttered, and he wasn’t wrong, his cheeks certainly were warm at that point.

“It’s September, Jiminie,” Jungkook laughed, “and you’ve got a crush!”

“Is it true, Jimin-ah?” Taehyung asked delightedly, “You’ve found someone?”

“That’s hyung to you, brat.” Jimin snarled at Jungkook, ignoring Taehyung’s coos and his shouts to his girlfriend to come into the office. Jungkook stuck his tongue out at Jimin.

“Wow, look, hyung’s blushing.” Jungkook announced, before walking over to the office door and swinging it open. “Hey, everyone, get in here, look how red hyung’s cheeks are! Hyung looks like a strawberry!” Jungkook turned back to Jimin triumphantly as the rest of the boys came to the office to see what all the commotion was about. He gave Jimin a saccharine smile. “Is that better, hyung?”

“Respect your elders, kid.” Yoongi drawled as he reached the office, the rest of the floor in two. “Anyway, what the fuck is happening?”

“Yeah, why did you call me here, Taetae?” Taehyung’s girlfriend asked, who had come in from her section of the office and been promptly tugged onto Taehyung’s lap. He merely stared up at her, utterly besotted. Fuck, is that what Jimin would look like with you? Gross.

“No reason, I just missed you.” Taehyung smiled dopily at her, and she giggled, pressing a quick peck on his cheek and actually, Jimin would murder every single person in this room if you looked at him like that. Maybe affection isn’t so gross, as long as you’re involved.

But then Jungkook crowed, “Jiminie’s in love!” And affection very quickly became intolerable again.

“Shut up.” He snarled as they all begin laughing and cooing at him jokingly, “I’m just going to be leaving the office for a while.”

“What, so you can take a job at her favourite coffee shop and write love notes on her napkins?” Jungkook laughed, and Jimin-

Jimin looked at his shoes and used the age-old logic of if I can’t see them, they can’t see me.

“No-” Hoseok gasped, equally shocked and gleeful, but Jin interrupted him.

“Jimin,” He said calmly, and Jimin could just imagine his lips twitching up and down as he desperately tried not to break into peals of windshield-wipe laughter, “Look me in the eye and tell me you aren’t going to get a job as a barista as an attempt to get a girl.”

“He can’t look you in the eye, he’s too short.” Jungkook whispered, and Jimin generously refrained from hissing at him.

“I-” Jimin stuttered as he looked up and deep into Seokjin’s pitiless eyes, “I’m not-” He started to say, but… honestly no one can lie while looking at Kim Seokjin.

“She’s so cute!” Jimin bursted out, and immediately there was chaos. Several people were yelling. Hoseok somehow produced a bottle of champagne which he must’ve just been, like, carrying around with him, but Jimin simply did not care anymore.

“She’s so fucking cute all the fucking time and she goes to this coffee shop so fucking often, so if I become a barista there then I’ll see her every day! Do you understand?” Jimin asked, before shaking Jungkook — who had risen from his seat in celebration — frantically by the collar. “Every single day, Jungkook!”

“He’s worse than Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted gleefully, and Taehyung — who was still sat on his chair with his girlfriend — frowned.

“I- don’t know if I should be offended or not.”

“You should always be offended when it comes to Jungkook.” Namjoon told him sagely, and Jimin yelled a wordless noise of agreement.

His yell seemed to remind Taehyung of why Jimin came into his office in the first place, and he starts rifling through his desk, having to shift his girlfriend off his lap slightly to do so.

“Here, Jimin- sorry baby, this’ll just take a second — here’s the file for the vacation days.”

Taehyung passed Jimin a sheet of paper, having to lean around Hoseok, who had just started a conga — where the fuck was that music coming from? Who the fuck brought speakers to an office? — to give it to him. “Take as much time as you need.”

“Thanks, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin grinned as he left the office, pausing half-way out the door as he heard Taehyung call his name. He turned around to see his friend grinning at him.

“Good luck, Jimin. I hope it goes well.”

So do I, Jimin thought as he left the building, calling a taxi to take him to his next job, and (hopefully) closer to you.

You sighed as your alarm went off, jolting you from your dream. It was another romantic one — what a surprise, your friends would probably mutter sarcastically — but it truly hurt your heart to let it drift as your mind fully woke up. That was always the way. Real life coming to interrupt what you dreamed your life could be.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you imagined him. The one who starred in all your dog-eared romance novels, who would sweep you of your feet and take care of you, both in the bedroom and out of it.

In your head, you knew that you should probably want to be self-reliant and independent, values that your family and friends and teachers tried to drill into you, but you couldn’t help creating day dreams of a man whom you could trust enough to let yourself be truly submissive to him, to allow him to make all of the difficult decisions and comfort you when you got upset.

You used to be certain you would find him, your soulmate who would do anything for you, who would be endeared instead of weirded out by your odd quirks, who would love you no matter what happened, but to be honest you were starting to lose hope. With the disaster of your first ever relationship — the one that ended abruptly with his death — you vowed to stay away from boys until you found the one.

This inevitably led to you spending more time indoors and refusing whenever your friends wanted you to join them in going to all the hottest clubs, simply because you were tired of the whole thing. By now, you had pretty much accepted that you would die a spinster surrounded by fourteen cats.

Your alarm blared again, somehow more grating and obtrusive than the first time, and your eyes flicked to the analog display, swearing quietly when you saw the time. You stumbled out of bed, internally cursing the day you decided to sign up to an early morning lecture class, a bizarre decision considering you were so much not a morning person that you gave Garfield a run for his money.

Speed-walking to class, you were thankfully ahead of schedule since you managed to get dressed at the speed of light, forgoing any kind of beauty routine beyond jamming a toothbrush in your mouth and scrubbing frantically. By a rare stroke of luck, this class was quite small so not many people would bear witness to the horror that was bare-faced you with partial bed-head.

Since you, surprisingly, had more than enough time, you decided to pop into your favourite coffee shop. The familiar tinkling bell went off as you entered but, instead of greeting your favourite barista Rosa at the counter with a sunny smile and your usual order already prepared, you came face to face with the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life.

You locked eyes with him and watched, awestruck, as his full, pillow lips tugged up into a smile, exposing his perfect teeth. His eyes almost disappeared as he grinned, turning into twin crescents above mochi cheeks, so soft and adorable that you felt all the thoughts you ever had fly out of your head, all replaced by one overwhelming sense of… something.

Something strange, that you had never felt before, which made your knees weaken imperceptibly as you made your way to the counter, closer to this Adonis in human form.

He obviously noted your flustered state, which only intensified your embarrassment, and his adorable expression melted into a smirk that had your heart racing and your libido awakening with a vengeance. It was just unfair. The barista somehow managed to be cuter than any puppy you had ever seen in your goddamn life, and then turn you on more than you thought was physically possible.

If this was what a sexual awakening was, you didn’t know how people managed to refrain from having sex all day, every day. And then you were struck with the image of having sex all day, every day, with the Greek God of a barista, and decided there was not enough holy water in the entire world to cleanse you from your sins.

“Hello,” the absurdly attractive barista said, after several minutes of you wordlessly floundering in equal parts of embarrassment and arousal.

“My name is Jimin. What would you like me to make you?” I’d like you to make me come, your traitorous mind suggested, causing even more heat to rise to your cheeks.

“H-Hello… Jimin.” you stuttered, praying for the sweet release of death. The Adonis- Jimin - watched you expectantly, gaze fluttering from your eyes — wide as a deer’s caught in the headlights — to your cheeks — probably so red they had surpassed the visible spectrum and were now emitting radiation — and he chuckled. You wanted to cry. Of course he’d be one of those people with low, sultry chuckles.

“Do you want to tell me your order, Princess?” He questioned, when it became clear you were more focused on not melting into a puddle than telling him what drink you wanted, and you became certain you had died and gone to hell. This was torture, having this perfect specimen of humanity in front of you, having him call you ‘Princess’ with his bedroom eyes dark and mischievous, and choking on your own tongue.

His eyebrow quirked — and of course his eyebrows were just fucking perfectly shaped — and you somehow managed to pull yourself together enough to remember the order you had given every damn day of your life since discovering this godforsaken place, the place you would never come back to due to a mixture of shame and self-preservation (there was a real possibility you might just die if you ever saw Jimin again).

“V-Vanilla latte… please.” You practically whimpered, too distracted with your own internal chaos to notice him cooing over your choice quietly.

“A cute drink for a cute girl.” He smirked again before striding to the espresso machine to fulfil your order, leaving you shocked on the other side of the counter. He called you cute. Cute.

You had never been more aware of your makeup-free face and unbrushed hair, quickly swept up into a messy bun. Fuck, you could've had dried up drool on the corner of your mouth and you wouldn’t have even known it. He returned with your order just in time to catch you running your tongue over your bottom lip, the pink muscle darting out just in case you had missed any on the side of your face.

If you hadn’t been so focused on your own appearance, you would have noticed Jimin falter for a second, his eyes widening, fixed on your mouth.

You caught his attention and sealed your lips together firmly, determined to not let him think you were some weirdo who licked her lips excessively in public. His dark gaze made your mouth go dry. You tried to subtly swallow down the lump in your throat, but his eyes tracked the bob under your skin.

The two of you stood in an oddly charged silence for a moment before he remembered himself and handed over your latte.

Your skin brushed his and you held your breath, his hand pausing over yours for what felt like an eternity, but it was still too soon when you forced yourself to pull back. He smiled again, the adorable mochi-cheeked smile that still managed to turn you on despite its sweet and innocent appearance.

“There you go, Y/n.”

You were so flustered by the sound of his pillow lips curving sensuously over the syllables of your name that you didn’t even question how he knew it, content to stumble backwards out of the shop. You were still caught in his gaze until you backed straight into the door, knocking you out of your stupor and causing you to practically fly out of the shop, his warm laughter chasing you up the street.

You barely heard a thing during the lecture, your pen had dried out after you uncapped it and then did not replace the cap for a solid forty minutes, letting it rest on your blank notepad. The professor had given up calling on you and asking you to pay attention, drawing the conclusion that this was an off-day for his normally-attentive student. You were actually very focused at that moment, it was simply just not directed at the professor.

You were pouring over your memories of Jimin, recounting with perfect clarity how his soft-looking hair fell over his forehead perfectly. It looked so pretty and you would sell your soul for a chance to run your fingers through it. The corners of his perfect lips tugged upwards into a smile a million times in your imagination, and you wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by those lips, to have those lips running all over your body, dipping downwards and tasting-

The professor signalling the end of the class could not have come at a better time, and you rushed out of your seat as fast as your shaky legs could carry you, the heat coiling in your belly tugging you home. You spared a moment to thank past-you for not scheduling any other classes today, because, judging by the slight damp spot in your panties that was growing embarrassingly quickly, you would be quite busy for a while.

Jimin rushed home as soon as his shift ended. His elation invigorated his steps to the point where he was practically skipping. Holy shit. Holy shit. He had met you. He had talked to you and you had blushed and stuttered and been perfect in every single way. He always thought there was no way he could love you more than he already did but that was just another way you changed his outlook on life.

Seeing your beautiful face, devoid of makeup and yet still you put any work of art to shame, and hearing your soft voice speak his name — you knew his name, holy shit — and smelling your sweet perfume was a life changing occurrence for Jimin.

Of course, he had smelt your perfume before — he wrote down what scent you preferred when he broke into your apartment to place the cameras and he had a pillow at home that he doused with the stuff so that it smelled like you — but experiencing it in real life was on a whole other level.

He got back to his apartment and switched on the live feed just in time to catch you coming back from your lecture. Jimin cooed softly at the sight of you, your eyes were wide and vacant, distracted, and your cheeks were adorably flushed, like you had been rushing. You dumped your bag by the door — Jimin couldn’t wait until he could be the one holding your bag for you, having you tucked under his other arm — and went straight to the bedroom.

Jimin switched the feed to the bedroom cam, holding his breath in anticipation. When you came home and went straight to the bedroom, that usually led to-

You flung yourself on the bed and started working your pants down. Jimin stopped breathing entirely as he felt all the blood in his body, and possibly some extra, rush down south. He knew he should look away, should let you have this moment in private, but he found himself unable to stop palming his erection through his jeans.

He pulled his hand away briefly to turn up the audio feed, and your soft moans filled the air. Jimin almost came on the spot, but he forced himself to wait, he promised he would never come before you. Your lower half was entirely bare and Jimin’s mouth watered at the sight of your pretty pussy, wet and glistening, positioned in the perfect spot for him to see it, for him.

He tugged himself out of his jeans and spread the beads of precome over the head of his cock distractedly, watching as you teased yourself open with one finger. Fuck, you were so fucking tight. He could see the slight discomfort on your face as you thrusted your finger into yourself again and again, obviously trying to get yourself adjusted as fast as possible.

Jimin felt a curl of jealously flare up within him, even as he started pumping his fist up and down his cock faster. What had made you so desperate to come? Who had done this to you? As far as he was aware, there hadn’t been anything new that day so far, unless-

You started to relax, the finger gliding in and out so easily, aided by the slick coating your digit. His mouth dried up just thinking about the taste of you. Jimin watched as your head fell back, your eyes rolling in their sockets, and your perfect lips parted.

“Jimin,” you moaned, and Jimin almost blacked out.

He was so hard it was physically painful, but he gripped the base of his cock tightly, unwilling to come because he knew if he did he would miss the rest of your magnificent performance. You were properly riding your hand now, your hips rolling to meet your own thrusts, eyes shut tight, imaging something- imagining him. Jimin had never felt such sweet torture, needing to come so badly, but needing to watch you come more.

You moaned his name again, sounding more debauched than the first time, and Jimin knew you were close. He wanted so desperately to know what you were imagining him doing, so that he could recreate it with you once he had you. It was like you had read his mind, because a second later you granted his wish.

“P-please, daddy.” You moaned, and Jimin whimpered, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.

Daddy.

You were going to be the cause of his death and Jimin found that he didn’t mind at all.

“Ple-ease,” your begging was interrupted by a drawn out moan, and if Jimin could have thought straight at that point, he would’ve frowned. Imaginary Jimin was much crueler than Real Life Jimin. Real Life Jimin knew without a doubt he would give you anything in the world if you begged him like that.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” You cried out, somehow managing to add a third finger, thrusting into your tight, tight wet heat, “Fuck your princess.”

You called out his name again as you came, and Jimin lasted a few seconds watching you pant and ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm before he simply loosened his tight grip on the base of his cock and finished.

When he regained consciousness, you were still splayed out on your bed, seemingly unable to move just like he was, but if he could move he knew he’d be jumping around the room in elation. This was undoubtedly the best day of his life, maybe even better than the one in which he first caught a glimpse of your angelic face.

He had met you in person for the first time, and you had been so obviously flustered by his presence, which was something that delighted him more than he could say and he had thought the day could not have gotten any better, but then you went home and masturbated and moaned out his name and called him daddy and then came with his name on your lips and Jimin honestly didn’t know how he was still breathing.

You were perfect, and amazing, and Jimin was almost mad at himself for not realising just how perfect you would be. He hadn’t anticipated you being this affected by him so soon. He had planned to gradually introduce himself into your life, ‘coincidentally’ running into you outside of the coffee shop after a few weeks, slowly integrating hang-outs and seamlessly turning them into dates. Shyly confessing his feelings after a month of being ‘friends’.

Jimin was not exactly a patient man, but you mattered more than anything to him, and he knew that he would have to be careful until you were so in love with him that you wouldn’t leave no matter what. That would be the point where he would break out the diaries and the videos, and bask in your gratitude that he was so enamoured with you from the very moment he met you, just like those romantic heroes in the books you were so fond of.

But at this rate, Jimin was practically ready to start shopping for engagement rings. He knew your ring size, of course, and your jewellery preferences due to studying your buying habits, but he managed to calm himself down enough to realise you probably wouldn’t appreciate a proposal just yet. But you were certainly attracted to him. Very attracted, Jimin thought smugly. He couldn’t exactly fault you though, since he had looked in a mirror before.

Jimin was an attractive man, he was fully aware many would call him stunning, and now he finally met his match: you. God, Jimin could not wait to see how amazingly perfect your children would be.

You chewed your lip as you ran over the dilemma in your head. It had been two days since you last went to The Roasted Bean. Coincidentally, it was also two days since you saw the most attractive man on the planet. And two days since you had the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced.

You were seriously craving your caffeine fix, and a small, perverted part of you that was heavily repressed was desperate to catch another glimpse of the beautiful barista, Jimin. But the last time you saw him, you embarrassed yourself so much you wouldn’t be surprised if he turned on his heels and fled at the sight of you.

It was so annoying. You had waited your whole life to meet the perfect guy, but the second you meet him, you realise that you can’t spend longer than three seconds in his presence without melting into a puddle of goo.

After another five minutes spent deliberating outside the coffee shop in the chilly weather, your nose had turned so red you could practically see its glowing reflection in the cafe window. You decided that the chances of Jimin even having a shift now were very slim, and it was even less likely that he would remember you.

He probably got reactions like that (maybe slightly less embarrassing ones) every day given how stupidly attractive he was. He probably had girlfriends to spare. You scowled. Getting jealous over a stranger’s hypothetical girlfriends? Wow, you really have hit a new low, you taunted yourself.

The door opened suddenly, shocking you out of your thoughts so much that you jumped, much to the amusement of whoever opened the door, judging by their chuckle. You looked up at them, and then regretted every life choice that brought you to that exact moment.

It was Jimin, because of course it was, and he looked as stunning as ever, his complexion glowing, his eyes shining, his existence in general devastating. He was in his cute little barista outfit, a fitted white button up and black apron that might as well be a runway look for how much it suited him.

“Are you going to come in, Y/n?” Holy shit he knows my name, you screamed to yourself, vaguely hoping your face had an expression of pleasant detachment and not the strange amalgamation of shock, delight and arousal that you were experiencing. He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as if privy to some inside joke.

“Yes, of course I know your name, Y/n.” You stopped dead in your tracks. Could barista boy read your mind?

“No, I can’t, you just say everything you’re thinking out loud, which is very cute. And you can call me Jimin, you know.” Oh, if you thought you were embarrassed last time, that was a sweet walk in the park compared to today. You cleared your throat quietly, refusing to let yourself be dumbstruck again.

“I do call you Jimin.” You replied, trying to make him believe that you remembered his name because God, you were unlikely to forget it. For some reason, this made him pause for a second, his expression darkening and his tongue darting out to wet his lip.

“I know you do, baby.” He said, low enough that you questioned whether he said it at all, and he had already moved past, slipped behind the counter as you advanced to be opposite him, just like you were when you first met.

“Vanilla latte, right?”

You really should stop getting shocked by Jimin’s seemingly eidetic memory.

“You remember my drink?”

“When a customer is as beautiful as you are, Princess, you tend to remember their drink.” You elected to ignore the way that nickname had your toes curling in your boots, and instead fixated on the pinch of jealousy in your gut.

“I guess you must remember many customers orders then.” You knew you sounded too jealous for someone he barely knows, but your strange possessive behaviour seemed to please him, for a small grin tugged his mouth upwards.

“Nope, just you, Princess.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

The question blurted itself out, bypassing both your common sense and your anxiety. Jimin, however, replied promptly.

“Yes.” His confidence, evident in the way he leaned over the counter and into your space, began to falter as you just stared at him wordlessly. “That is, if you want me to-”

“I do!” You blurted out again, and you really needed to gain a filter, but his confident smirk returned.

“Actually, I was going to say: if you want me to stop-”

“I don’t!” Jimin let out a laugh, eyes crinkling in the most adorable way, before he continued.

“Will you ever let me finish what-”

“No.” At that, he threw his head back, releasing a peal of laughter that you swore could’ve lit up the world with its brightness.

He finally stopped laughing, his eyes still swimming with ill-concealed mirth. You were pretty sure your cheeks were about three seconds away from setting the coffee shop and the surrounding neighbourhood aflame, so it was a relief when Jimin turned to the machine, snapping the mechanism into place, even if you felt a hint of disappointment when you lost sight of his beautiful smile.

God, even his back is sexy, you thought, watching as he tinkered with the various machinery behind the counter. At one point, he bent over to check the positioning of the cup and, well, you had never really paid attention to any guy’s ass before but maybe you should start because damn.

Finally, Jimin turned back to you with a perfectly made latte in his hands. You noted how cute his fingers were absently as they brushed yours. But, when you made to grab your drink, he retracted it suddenly, a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

“Not so quickly, Princess.” You humphed,

“It’s funny, Jimin, you claim to know my name but you never use it.” He laughed again and you tried to convince yourself that your heart wouldn’t always skip a beat at that sound.

“Oh, so you want me to use your name, huh?”

“It’s only fair, considering you wanted me to use your name, Jimin.”

“Alright then, Y/n.” He purred, bending down to scribble your name on the cup, a bit unnecessary considering he could’ve just handed it right to you, but you got the sense he was trying to drag out your interaction for whatever reason.

He straightened up, the glint of mischief present again in his eyes, and you prepared yourself for another verbal sparring match.

“Do you not want me calling you Princess, then?” He winked at you as he said the nickname, which was frankly quite rude. You would have to send him a bill for all the batteries he made you buy, since your vibrator was definitely going to be running out of power soon thanks to him.

“I didn’t say that.” You hated how quiet and meek your voice came out.

“Oh, it sounds like poor little Y/n’s a bit confused. What do you prefer? Y/n? Or Princess?”

“S-stop it. You’re not funny. I’m going to class.” You spun around and marched towards the door, trying to ignore his laughter following you.

“Baby!” Jimin yelled, and, for some reason, you turned around.

“What?”

Jimin smirked when you responded to the new nickname. “Since you couldn’t decide, I thought I’d use Baby instead. Do you like it?”

“No! I mean, yes- no, I don’t. Goodbye.”

“Baby! Aren’t you forgetting something?” At that, you finally exploded, all the sexual frustration caused by him bubbling to the surface.

“What?” You yelled, “You want a kiss farewell?”

“I was going to say you’d forgotten your drink but, since you asked, I wouldn’t mind a kiss.”

You stomped back to grab your drink, avoiding his eye contact like the plague. As you took the cup your fingers brushed his and the odd, frustrated tension between the two of you dissipated into something almost tender. His skin was so soft and warm. Everything about him seemed so cozy and inviting, and hopeless romantic part of you wanted to sink into his arms and never be let go of.

You left before your tongue released the stupid feelings you were longing to express. Jimin couldn’t even watch you go because he was smiling so wide his eyes had disappeared into little crescents.

“-and then he called me baby!”

“Awww-” “Ew!”

Two very different reactions emerged from your friends as the three of you sat cross legged in your friend’s apartment, a haphazard ‘study session’ with open textbooks spread across the floor beside a half-empty takeout pizza box.

“Buttercup!” Two of you whined simultaneously at the third girl, who remained unbothered, tipping her head back to dangle a stretched slice of cheese into her mouth. The three of you had been practically joined at the hip since birth, and — due to an adolescent obsession with ‘The Powerpuff Girls’ — you each had a corresponding nickname, which had stuck as the years passed you by.

You had been nicknamed Blossom, due to your — usually — level head and desire to make peace whenever your two friends were fighting. Your friend — the one who had cooed at the ending of your story — was chosen to be Bubbles, given that she was the personification of candy floss and possibly the closest thing Earth had to a real life fairy.

Your second, much more cynical friend who was currently finishing her slice of pizza and determinedly not looking at Bubble’s puppy eyes, was Buttercup. Self-proclaimed hater of all romance. Given what happened with her parents in your teenage years, you couldn’t really blame her.

“That’s so romantic.” Bubbles sighed dreamily, before huffing slightly. “I wish you hadn’t told me that tonight. I have to study for-” She flushed delicately, “Mr Kim’s lecture and now I won’t be able to think about anything else but my maid of honour speech at your wedding.”

“Hey!” Buttercup interjected, “I’m going to be maid of honour!”

“But you don’t even like weddings-” Bubble started to protest, and you cut them both off.

“There will be no maid of honour!” You announced shrilly, before forcing yourself to relax. “And also, Bubble, you don’t need to study for Mr Kim’s lecture. It’s not like it’s a class or anything, he’s just a guest lecturer.”

“Yes, but…” Bubble mumbled, docilely accepting the pizza slice that Buttercup held up to her face and continuing to speak through a mouthful, “I wuhmfda fimprsh im.”

“What?”

Buttercup scowled, but translated for you.

“She wants to impress him. Gross.” She turned to Bubble. “Isn’t he, like, forty?”

“First of all, he’s in his mid-twenties at most,” You admonished Buttercup as Bubble let out an indignant wail, “and second of all, we were talking about my problem!”

“Oh, what was that again?” Buttercup drawled. You snatched the pizza slice out of her hand in retaliation.

“Jimin! The hot barista! Calling me baby! And, just, existing in general!”

“Oh, that,” Buttercup sighed, as if you hadn’t literally just been talking about it. “That’s simple. Just bang him.”

“I- You- What?” You spluttered as Bubble giggled quietly.

“You’re thinking of this too romantically, like you always do.” Buttercup continued, sounding fantastically confident for someone who had even less experience with relationships than you did. “You just need to bang him and realise that the feelings you’re having are all just repressed horniness.”

“I mean, I would’ve put it differently, but… I agree.” Bubble chirped, paying no attention to your embarrassed whine, “He definitely… sounds attracted to you, and clearly he’s not alone in that.”

“But… I’m a virgin.” You argued dumbly, and Buttercup snorted.

“Do you want to stay a virgin for the rest of your life?”

“No,” You replied, frowning, “…but… it’s kind of a big deal to me. I want it to be special.”

“Haven’t you already said that the guy is like the hottest person on the planet or something like that?” Buttercup asked, raising a lazy eyebrow. “Isn’t that special enough?”

You didn’t reply, too busy blushing furiously, and Bubble squeaked with excitement.

“Oh my god! He’ll be your one and only! This is so exciting!” She cheered, before abruptly slumping down. “I really wish you had told me this after Mr Kim’s lecture. I can’t study now, I’m too excited.” She mumbled forlornly, shutting the textbook and grabbing another slice of pizza. Your mind was still stuck on Buttercup’s suggestion.

“I mean… I barely know him. I just know his name. And his smile. And the way his eyes twinkle when he laughs, oh my god it’s so cute-”

“Y/n,” Buttercup interrupted you, a rare use of your actual name stopping you in your tracks as she framed your face with her hands and shook it gently. “Bang. Him.”

“I-”

“No, no,” She chided you, putting a finger over your mouth, “No overthinking. Just… do what you want to do. Okay?”

Okay, you repeated to yourself. What you want to do. What you want to do…

But what do you want to do?

“I want you to ask me out!” You blurted over the counter the next morning when you walked into the coffee shop and saw Jimin’s back facing you as he cleaned out the milk-frothing machine.

It was only when he turned around that you realised the guy was decidedly not Jimin, and this random stranger was now looking at you confusedly as you debated the advantages and disadvantages of sprinting out of the shop and directly into oncoming traffic.

It would be a quick and painless death, you mused absently, certainly much less painful than this-

“Y/n?” A voice interrupted your thoughts and you whirled around to see Jimin standing in front of the staff door, seemingly just ended his shift with his uniform off. Oh no, he’s even hotter without the apron, you realised miserably.

His gaze darted between you and not-Jimin, something strange and unfamiliar solidifying in his eyes.

“I didn’t know you knew Sungwoon.” He commented mildly, before shooting an abrupt glare at the other barista- Sungwoon, who hurriedly went back to work.

“Oh, I don’t.” You told him immediately, feeling some kind of compulsion to tell him the truth, “I thought he was you.”

The — anger? you weren’t quite sure, only directed at Sungwoon though, not at you — on Jimin’s face melted as realisation dawned. “Oh-” Then his face did something strange, morphing into a smirk which had you biting your lip. “Oh.” He purred, stepping closer to you. “So… you wanted to tell me something, baby?”

Oh no. He called you baby again. Someone call Life Alert.

“I- uh-” You stuttered, thoughts grinding to a halt as he approached you. And then closed his hand around your wrist. He was closing his hand around your wrist. If Bubble were here she’d be having a fit.

“Let’s go and sit down in a booth, huh?” He said smoothly, before tugging you along to the most secluded corner of the coffee shop. After he guided you onto the cushioned bench, he didn’t sit across from you, sliding right in next to you so you could feel the warmth emanating from his skin. He didn’t let go of your wrist.

You were trapped between the wall and him, and as he smirked down at you, you thought that the wall was probably more merciful.

“Anyway, baby, you were saying?”

All the courage which had somehow flooded into you as you stormed into the cafe had abandoned you, wasted on the not-Jimin who had moved onto wiping down the tables, studiously avoiding your corner.

“I…um,” You mumbled, wringing your fingers together nervously. Jimin stopped you by releasing his hold on your wrist and moving his hand upwards to intertwine with yours instead. Your breath hitched as he smoothed a thumb over the back of your hand gently.

“It’s okay, baby.” He said, his voice soft and comforting, “Just say it. I promise… whatever it is-” His lip quirked up slightly, “I won’t say no. I would never say no to you.”

“Never say never.” You mumbled, and he chuckled. You could feel the warm puffs of air brushing your cheek.

“Okay, um, please don’t laugh. I know we don’t really know each other or anything, but… I… like you.”

“You like me?” Jimin parroted, and you would worry he was mocking you, but his eyes were far too happy for that.

“Uh huh,” You replied quietly, squeezing his hand. He took your other hand in his, and you squeezed that one as well.

“Like… like me like me?” He asked, and you could tell he was joking now, so you whined and gave him a half-hearted shove. He shifted slightly, only to rear back and cage you in his arms, dragging you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He murmured, burying his nose in your neck, and you felt like you were going to melt in the middle of the cafe. All those romance books never told you how embarrassing it was to have someone actually pay attention to you. “You just look so pretty when you get teased. My cute little baby.”

You squirmed on his lap, and his hands came to grip your hips securely.

“Baby’s a little restless?” Jimin asked, his voice low, and you let out another little whine. His hands tightened.

“Does this mean… does this mean you like me too?” You asked timidly, and he huffed a laugh against your hair.

“What do you think, Y/n?” He asked, squeezing your hips playfully. After a moment, he softened, tilting his neck slightly to plant a kiss on the crown of your head. “I like you too much.” He said simply, making you flush.

“Well, that’s good, because I like you too much too.”

“You might even say that I like you-” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows, “-a latte!”

You didn’t react, and Jimin’s smile dimmed slightly.

“You know, because I’m a barista?”

“Actually, never mind, I don’t like you that much-” You said as you tried to shift off his lap, but he held you firmly, tugging you back with a smug laugh.

“No, baby, you won’t get away that easy.”

He pressed you back against the wall bordering the booth, and-

So this is what true love’s kiss is like, you thought, before you stopped thinking altogether.

His lips were soft against yours, but insistent as they slanted over your mouth and pressed urgently until you gave in and parted your lips. He swallowed your whimpers as he skilfully twisted his tongue around yours, licking and sucking and biting and-

He drew back so both of you could catch your breath, and you slumped forwards into him.

“Now I’ve got you…” He said, his voice gravelly from the kiss. You did that, you realised smugly. “Now I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.”

You hummed happily, curling into his arms without protest. Of course he’d never let you go. Why would you want him to? You’ve finally found your fairytale ending, except you hope it never ever ends. And, just like he promised, Jimin never lets you go again.

[scrawnytreedemon]

Glory, glory, glory, call the Bells of Hyrule Castle Town, And how sweetly they ring, Under the screams of a populace Sent into a blind fervour, Victory is mine, and it's so Sour it's sweet,

The halls are long and winding, Matroned by suits of armour and Moth-eaten carpets, flattened by the Work of many feet, their rotting threads Worth the endeavours of my people A thousandfold, So I relieve them of their paintings, Strip the stands of their armour to give to My troops, set new candles in these Chandeliers, bejewelled, It's a Thursday when they're lit the first Time in my honour, for all my work, Hyrule Castle is mine, and it's a bitch To keep, always moaning, groaning, For wash, for care, for repair, And care I give, in droves,

It's almost easy to forget there's, by some Technicality, a war going on outside, a war against One, maybe two senseless renegades, It's easy to forget, even after we lift the forged-Twilit barrier, glistening like carved gold, Nothing really happens here, and that, dear Companion, is bliss. Honestly, my boy, have some Cake, our foes are small and a ways off yet, There's no good in rushing, not unless you wish To throw yourself on the blade of his sword, Then be my guest, I'd say, if I were cruel and unyielding, But I love you so, little prodigy, little usurper of mine Nestled b'neath my wing, and I know I did good In choosing you,

But you don't wait, you don't eat cake, All you think is war, and how to win it, and I wonder then if you'll ever learn to enjoy its spoils, But that is your endeavour, and not mine, And a good teacher always lets his students Trip, as long as there's soft ground to fall on, And there is, in abundance, I can rest knowing you'll be fine,

So I tend to my garden, and recline in the Fruit of their beds, when my work pays off And the weather is nice, But I suppose my idea of nice weather differs From yours, and I can't help laughing when You rush to get me out of my wet robes, Yammering on about sickness and disease, Of my poor, poor heart, and how it's Constantly straining under the sheer bulk Of my form, My love, of this, we have not to worry, Do you remember not the pact we made, Swearing that we'd never die? We'll never die, my dear, Not in any way that matters,

I clean the windows, and leaf through the Endless pages of the castle library, It's been centuries, since I could read like This, with such leisure, with no urgency, And it bores me, I'm restless, My hands twitch and fiddle, and I rise Constantly, hoping foolishly in doing so I'd find something new, eventually, I think incorporeality has weakened me, Dear friend, its taste souring every Sweetness of the flesh, And nothing deigns to ease its note,

But I'm insistent, insistent on Living life, daily, wholly, or close, I didn't conquer for conquering's sake, My boy, I conquered to live, to build Anew a life for me and my kind, And though their voices are now mere Hums in the desert wind, they live on Through me, through you, my boy, You know the insignia on your robes Has meaning, don't you?

The people cower and quiver, though Soon enough I hope they'll realise They're to be treated with respect, I shudder to think what horrors I could've Wrought, had I come to such a height In days younger, the burns of Hyrule's Great sins a many still fresh on my Sun-kissed skin,

Oh, boy, dear boy, though you smother it The ardour of youth lives on in you yet! And it is wonderful as it is dangerous, Temper it with my counsel, so that it may Grow into a resolve firm and straight by your Old age, Hah! You don't like the thought of that, do you, Your lithe, nymph-like form with its smooth Skin and feline grace withering? Oh stop it, I know you meant it not a slight against me, A slight not it was taken. You worry so, It ought to be your heart of concern, not mine, Because if there's one thing I know, it's that Fear eats, student steadfast, fear gnaws The threads of ones psyche, Are you sure you don't want tea?

But you're off again before I can come Once more, off to twist the path of the hero With your own hands, and I'm left in the Dark of the tearoom, the rain lashing in Torrents outside, wondering someday if Children, yours or mine, will race down these Palace halls. You're young still, my prodigy, My progeny via this legacy of deceit, Find a nice girl, build a dynasty while you can, I get the feeling my cousin would've endeared you,

It's late into the night, when you return, Sopping wet, not looking even half as Triumphant as you claim to be, Oh, pity, come sit by me, if either of us Were so inclined, I might even suggest You lay your head on my lap,

Hah! You don't like the thought of that, either, I wonder, what things do they teach young Men like you about intimacy, over there? All touch is sacred, my boy, and none of it Is to be soiled by careless caresses, do you Hear me?

But come now, sit by the fire, as ease yourself as Close or as distant as your heart desires, Let me make fellowship with you, friend, We can even pretend to pray, I curry Din's favour, how about you? Ah, none. Bitter yet, I take it? Not to worry, I am, too,

We spend a few days like this, a few weeks, Maybe even a month or two, It's hard to tell, when you're my age, Everything blurs together like smudged ink, Whatever the length, it was too short, As soon as you caught wind of further Moving from that wretched pair, you set off For your palace,

I wish you'd taken the time to say goodbye, I wish I'd made you.

Everything came crumbling down after that, You should've stayed, stayed by my side, There isn't enough time, isn't enough time For you to knit yourself back together, If only these damn brats would slow, then I'd have time! Time, time, time, so little time, Where did it all go? It seemed more than content To linger when all was well, Maybe all was well because it lingered, Perhaps I'm being abandoned, hah, Hold on tight, I beg of you,

All of this, all we made, all we wrought, all We founded, the carpets set down, the armour Given to warriors mighty, the chandeliers Polished and lit anew, the garden I grew, Waiting for a time I could spend at ease with you, All of it's falling apart, Recipes written, never to be cooked, Robes set to be woven for balls never thrown, The piano, the mahogany piano I set in the Room we'd have had them, knowing how much You loved to play, How on one, sunny afternoon I urged you to Sing, despite your mumbles and your Protests of 'really, my Lord, I'm not very good,' How wrong you were, Oh, how wrong you were, How wrong I was, thinking we could bide our Time, and forge memories sweeter a Thousandfold,

The door creaks open with a screech, Didn't I have that oiled? They walk in without a second glance, There's mud on the floor, I just had that washed, I wonder, what did they do to the Carpets?

It's not to him I look, but her, He is but a tool, a ploy, and I Wonder what on earth about him Ever struck you as Breathtaking? As worthy of Your efforts,

She ruins the castle in her wrath, She's crushed with ease, her Power dead and gone, Dead and gone, dead and gone, None of it makes up for even A fraction of the pain of losing you, All that's left are these two whelps, And my resolve to crush them,

It rains in our battle, the ground Slippery and sodden, I've seen More water this autumn than I ever Did in all my years back home, We began this last year in the summer, Didn't we? Or was it the year before That, I can't tell, I can't tell, not when Everything blurs together like smudged Ink on a thickly-margined parchment, His sword clangs sharply against mine, And I wonder if he even had the decency To let you die against it, Let you die a Noble death, But I shan't be owed mine, I shan't, I have the power of the gods at my Behest, my patron Din, Goddess of Might and Forger of Worlds, And what is he, what is he but a Farmhand with old clothes and A fancy sword?

A hero, apparently.

I watch your neck snap, in the Fading light.

We die standing.

—What We Made in Hyrule Castle

[niksixx]

Number 73

~Part 2!!! Read Part 1 first please!!!~ 

Requested: By many of you 

Pairing: Axl Rose x Female Reader 

Description: A continuation of part 1!! This fic takes place over the course of about two months. (It’s most likely unrealistic, but when is fanfiction ever real? This also has 2,634 words!!!! I got so carried away lmao ENJOY.) 

Warning: Some cursing and mentions of sex (no smut...yet)

A/N: R E B L O G :) 

*GIF is NOT mine. Found it on Google, so credit goes to the owner!* 

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“I knew he was an asshole, but fuck that’s cold.”

Nodding at your best friend, you bend down to take a sip of your lukewarm coffee, shrugging. It’s been two days since you last saw Axl. The douchebag was all you could think about; Not even the sex you’d had.

You couldn’t fully place the blame on him. You were naive to think you’d mean anything to him, changing anything between the two of you. Like he said, you were just number seventy-three.

“Was it good at least?”

You grin, fighting the urge to spill all the details. “Hate sex is always good, Y/B/F, but hate sex with Axl? Unbeatable.”

She chuckles. “How many girls do you think he’s fucked since you?”

You think for a moment. “Well, I was seventy-three, so I’d say he’s probably at about seventy-eight now. I’m not mad that he has a lot of sex. I’m pissed off that I let myself be used by a man that doesn’t care about me. I wish other girls could see that, too.”

Commitment wasn’t in Axl’s vocabulary. He simply couldn’t bring himself to be loyal. In the years that you’d known the Guns N��� Roses singer, he’d never been in a relationship. Girls were simply his playthings. They served no purpose to him other than pleasure.

Still, even with his mood swings and deplorable attitude, you couldn’t deny your attraction. But you’d think twice about letting the redhead anywhere near you or your body. You wouldn’t be vulnerable. Not again.

On the way home to your house, you drop off Y/B/F. Before she exits the car, she turns to you, the corners of her mouth raised in a smirk. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“About what?” You ask, fixing your sunglasses in the rearview mirror.

She gives you a look. “Duh, about Axl. He humiliated you. He fucked you and threw you aside like you were nothing. If I were you, I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.”

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel, gears turning in your head. She had a point. “What, like, I should get even?”

Y/B/F shakes her head, eyes wild, and smiles wide. “Oh no, honey. You’re not just going to get even. You’re going to beat him at his own damn game.”

~~~

“Y/N?” Steven yawns, scratching his head as you push past him into the GNR apartment. Glass bottles and cigarettes litter the floor from last night’s party, and the place reeks of alcohol, smoke, and sweat. “What are you doing here?” He follows your eyes to the floor, wincing. “Sorry, I actually just woke up. Axl and Duff started cleaning but they went out to get pizza for lunch.”

“That’s actually perfect,” You’ve been over the apartment plenty of times before, almost as if it’s your own. The boys needed to find their own respective places, though, as four out of the five were ready to settle down. Grabbing a trash bag, you help Steven clean up the rest of the mess. “Look, I need your help. I trust you the most.”

Steven snickers. “Oh, no. Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m not the most reliable.”

“Maybe not,” you say, hands firm on your hips. “But I trust you to keep your mouth shut.”

Steven groans, taking a deep breath before situating himself on the couch. He waves his hand, “Proceed.”

“You all know Axl and I can’t stand each other,” Steven laughs heartily and you shoot him a hard look. “And after a long few days of thinking, I decided that what I hate, even more than Axl, is being used.”

“Yeah, he told me about your little uh…” He makes a face. “I know you had sex, let’s put it that way. You were number seventy-three, he wrote it down.”

“I’m sure I was the topic of--wait,” You furrow your brows, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “Did you say he wrote it down?”

Steven nods. “Of course he wrote it down. How else would he keep track of all the girls he’s fucked? All the names are in a little brown book under his bed.” Steven’s eyes go wide, realizing his mistake. “I definitely shouldn’t have said that.”

Before Steven can react, you run down the hall and into Axl’s room, rummaging under his bed before your fingers graze a leather cover. You pull it out and flip to the most recent page, and there scribbled in black ink is your name, along with seven other girls’ names from the previous weekend.

“Son of a bitch,” you whisper, thumbing through the other pages. “Shelly Neilson, Diana Fox, Cait Burke, Jade Nichols, Ruby Thompson…”

“Wait a minute,” Steven says, peering over your shoulder. His jaw clenches as he rereads the last name. “Ruby Thompson?”

“What? She an ex or something?” You ask, skimming the first few pages, eyes bulging at the dates. “This book goes back seven years ago. Jesus, Axl.”

You feel Steven’s body tense beside you. You turn, and his face is stone-like. “Ruby Thompson is my goddamn cousin.” Mouth agape, you watch as Steven runs a hand over his face. “That fucking bastard. No wonder he never let any of us see this book.”

“Uh, what’s going on?”

You turn toward the doorway where Slash and his wife stand, eyeing you suspiciously. You give Steven a sympathetic look before turning back toward the door. “I need to find a way to get back at Axl for treating me like shit.”

“Look, I’m not defending him,” Slash begins, earning a warning look from his wife. “But you knew his track record and you still let him fuck you?”

“Okay, technically, because I rode him, I fucked him,” Slash and Steven snicker. “And yes, it was stupid, I realize that now. Having sex with him wasn’t going to fix any animosity between us. But he knows me personally, and he fucking hurt me. I won’t let him get away with it. Not this time.”

“So what’s your plan?” asks Steven.

“That’s why I came here,” you sigh, clutching the book to your chest. “I need your help.”

Slash thinks for a moment. “What does Axl hate more than anything in the world?”

Steven chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets. “A lot of things. Competition. Second place. Being used,” Steven shoots you a wink. “And Y/N.”

“Exactly. Axl prides himself on having the most sex out of his whole friend group, right?,” Slash says, and his wife grins wickedly when she catches on.

“If we can keep Axl from having sex for a few weeks, that will give you a chance to reach his body count. He hates when others are good at something he’s good at. ” She says. Slash offers an impressive look. “Y/N, what’s your count?”

Your face flushes, and the two men glance at you expectantly. “Seventeen.”

Steven grimaces. “Seriously? We’re going to need at least a month, maybe more.”

“Hey,” Steven cowers when Slash’s wife pins him with a look. “In this house, we don’t shame women for liking sex and having sex just as much as men do. And compared to some men, seventeen is nothing.”

You send her a smile as a thank you. She nods back, grinning proudly.

“Alright, look,” Steven says, lips curling back in a quick smile. “I have three cousins who would love to help you get back at Axl. He crashed the first one’s car, stole money from the second, and slept with the third’s girlfriend. Come to think of it, she might actually be in here,” Steven reads through the book until he stops on a name. “Yep. Here she is. Misty Evans,” he snaps the book closed. “That motherfucker.”

“I have a brother you can use,” Slash’s wife grins. “And he has a lot of friends.” She wiggles her eyebrows excitedly.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” Slash holds up his hands. “It’s a good plan and all, but how in the hell are we going to stop Axl from having sex?”

~~~

73.

For two months, he was stuck at number 73.

Which was, by far, the best sex of his life.

And it just so happens it was with the person he hated most in the world.

Axl couldn’t get it out of his head. The way your eyes looked him up and down, daring him to leave and begging him to stay at the same time. Your soft lips that he was desperate to kiss again and feel on his skin. The breathy moans that were music to his ears. He’d be breaking his rule if he slept with you again, but Axl’s craving for your body had him considering wiping out the rule altogether.

His attempts to get you off his mind continued to fail as more and more women began to reject his advances. One minute he’d strike up a conversation, and the girls would be all for it, but as he returned from the bathroom or from a quick smoke break or the bar with another drink, they avoided him. Shot him dirty looks. Pretended they weren’t just all over him a few minutes prior. He didn’t understand, and it was driving him crazy.

Little does he know, whenever he leaves, you take his place, quickly showing the girls Axl’s book that hides in your purse, before urging them to stay away. So far, every girl that he’s tried to woo into his bed has shunned him. Many of the girls recognize their own friends in Axl’s book, and they promise you to stay away from him. It was dirty, it was evil, but no one ever wins by playing a fair game.

While he was constantly facing rejection, you were thriving. Axl noticed that whenever you came out with the group, men flocked to you instantly, more than they had before.  You’d barely said three words to him since the night you’d slept together, and hadn’t even looked him in the eye.

He’d buy you drinks, only for you to mutter a quick thanks without returning the favor. Despite not being the best dancer, he’d offer you his hand at the clubs, only to be met with laughter from his bandmates as you accepted another man’s offer. And what blew his mind? Many of the guys looked...familiar.

From his seat at the booth, Axl could see a man shamelessly flirting with you at the bar. He grit his teeth, hand clenching around the bottle in front of him.

“Uh, dude?” Duff signals to the beer. “If you want to practice your chokehold, I’m sure there are plenty of chicks in here who would be more than willing to help you out, if you know what I mean.”

Axl’s eyes never left you. “What the hell is going on with Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” Steven asks innocently, shooting Slash a sly grin. “She’s having a drink at the bar.”

Axl turns to Steven, narrowing his eyes. “I can see that, you dumbass. I mean, why the hell hasn’t she spoken to me?”

“The hell do you care?” Izzy answers, taking a swig of his tequila. “You hate each other anyway.”

“I just don’t think I’ve ever seen her so...relaxed.” Axl remarks, bringing his beer to his lips.

“I mean, I’d be too if I was having as much sex as she was,” Slash grins, dropping a teasing wink in his wife’s direction.

Axl pauses, brows drawn together. “What the fuck do you mean?”

Hesitantly, Slash’s wife clears her throat, chiming into the conversation for the first time that night. “Alright, look, this does not leave the table, hear me?” When everyone nods, she continues. “I promised I’d keep this to myself, but Y/N’s had sex with twenty guys in the past five days.”

Axl’s eyes nearly roll out of his head when the table laughs. He seems to have missed what was funny.

“No shit!” Duff laughs, clapping his hands together.

“That’s fucking impressive,” Izzy smirks.

“So what does that bring her count to total?” Steven asks, fully aware of Axl’s bright red face. He laughs to himself. The singer was hopeless, making it way too easy for the group to fuck with him.

“Seventy bodies,” Slash’s wife cocks her head to the side. Something about her words, her gesture, is taunting. “How many did you say you had again, Axl?”

“Seventy-three,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Wait,” Izzy and Slash say together, “You haven’t fucked anyone since Y/N?”

“Dude, that was over two months ago,” Duff says in a teasing manner.

“It’s not like I haven’t fucking tried!” Axl exclaims, slamming his palm down on the table. He takes a deep breath, finding his composure, and lowers his voice. “I keep getting rejected and I don’t fucking know why.”

“Oh, the horror,” Izzy says, rolling his eyes. “All will be right in the world when Axl finds some random chick to bang.”

Slash and his wife snicker and share a look. Axl shakes his head. He senses something is wrong, but he can’t call anyone out without proof.

Something about you having almost the same amount of bodies as him didn’t sit right. No one in his life even came close. Then again, no one was so obsessed with sex like Axl was. No one was so open about their sex life.

Against his better judgment, Axl finds himself striding toward the bar, visibly irritated as the man next to you rests his palm right above your ass. Axl grabs the man’s wrist and pulls it from your body, pushing him away from you. He ignores the man’s protests, throws back the rest of whatever piss warm beer the dude had been drinking, flips him off, before turning back to you.

The shock on your face is evident. “There is something seriously wrong with you. What the hell, Axl?”

“Seventy bodies?” Axl says, voice condescending. “Some prostitutes don’t even have that many.”

Your blood boils and you swear to yourself you see red. The audacity of this man to shame you. “I see you’re still a dick. What the hell does it matter to you, huh? What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Axl’s laugh is light, breathy, as he restrains himself from screaming. “My problem is that I haven’t fucked something in two months. I’m going fucking feral.”

“Seems like a you problem,” you retort, puckering your lips before taking a drink. Axl’s book suddenly feels heavy in your purse. You sneak a look to make sure the purse is properly zipped before glancing back to the fuming redhead. “What would you like me to do about it?”

It all comes out in a rush. “I don’t know! Suck my dick, ride me, do something!” Axl cringes when you giggle, face heating. Holy fucking desperate.

“Are you...is Axl Rose...begging?”

He throws his head back in annoyance. This wasn’t going as planned. “I--no. Fuck. Ignore that. Can’t we just go back to my place or something?”

“I thought you didn’t fuck the same girl twice?” You remind him of his words, and you can tell by his face he regrets saying them.

But he remains cool, standing up straight, all the while contradicting his previous statement. “I don’t.”

Finishing your drink, you set it to the side. Batting your lashes, you step forward, a mere centimeter apart from Axl’s face. His breath is raggedy, lips parted, and you see it coming. He leans forward to kiss you, but you’re too quick. Brushing your lips against his ear, palm flat against his chest, you utter the words as confidence floods your veins. “If you don’t want the same pussy twice, then what makes you think I want the same dick twice?”

[pettyprocrastination]

Can we PUHLEEZE talk about some cute shit with stitches and Val or when Max first meets Cujo

(I loved doing this one pls send me more love) 

I’m just gonna put these photos here because they are absolutely Maxwell and Cujo 

OKAY SO two things to note about Maxwell and Cujo is

1.He is ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF HIM AT FIRST. 

Maxwell grips your shoulders and hides behind you the first time he sees your bigass baby boy. 

“I-” Maxwell turns his nose up at the dog. “I have allergies.”

Alastair, who came with him frowns, confusion written all over his face. “No you don’t.”

“Wha-Yes I do!” Cujo moves around you to sniff at max, who yelps and turns you like some goddamn human shield. “When I’m around dogs I break out in hives! It’s true!”

Cujo turned to his son, who scratched under his chin and smiled when the dog licked his face. “That’s not what mom said.” He countered. Ever since meeting you, Alastair had become more outspoken and confident, more like a child and less like a robot. Maxwell was thankful for that, but not in this moment. 

You grinned at the seven year old. “What’d your mom say, shortstack?”

Maxwell paled and pointed a shaking finger at his son. “Alastair I am your father, don’t you dare-”

“Mom says you're afraid of dogs because you got chased by a golden retriever as a kid and never recovered from it.” 

It takes you ten minutes to stop laughing. 

Number TWO.

You know those memes of dads who are like “We don’t need a damn pet in this house!!” but fast forward a week later and they are SPOILING that pup rotten? yeah that’s max 100%. For a few days he’ll bitch and moan about Cujo like he’s the fucking plague. “If he chews my shoes we’re getting rid of him I don’t care.” and “I run a multi-billion dollar company stitches, do I look like I have time to take him on a walk?”

But then you come home one day and see Cujo sitting in a very fancy dog bed with a goddamn frame and a diamond studded collar on. You look to max who’s sitting in the living room, reading a book and raise your brow before pointing at your dog.

“You guys go on a shopping spree or something?”

Maxwell scoffs. “It’s orthopedic!” He defends and flips a page in his book, One Hundred Years of Solitude, you note. “For his joints.”

You snort, leaning down and rubbing the top of Cujo’s head, who also has a new toy you definitely didn’t buy him resting in his mouth. “His joints?”

“His breed is susceptible to hip dysplasia.” He answered curtly. “I read, you should try it sometime.”

“Mhm, right right.” You tucked two fingers under Cujo’s new collar that glittered against the chandelier lights. “So what’s this for then?”

“Oh please.” Maxwell pushed himself up from his chair and walked over to a glass jar full of doggie treats that definitely wasn’t there this morning. “As if I was going to let him keep wearing that ratty old thing you made him keep on. I would’ve had to report you for animal cruelty, it was gaudy at best.”

He clicked his teeth, holding out the treat to Cujo, who jumped up from his bed and trotted over. 

“Ah ah-” Maxwell held his empty palm out to the dog, stopping him in his tracks. “What did we learn?”

We?

Cujo plonked down on his bottom. 

Max held out his hand unexpectedly. “Paw.” 

Did you enter the twilight zone today? Were you in the wrong house? Did Maxwell have a secret twin that loves dogs?

Cujo raised his left paw and slapped it down into Maxwell’s grasp, who shook it with a smile before letting go and handing him his biscuit. “Good boy.” He rubbed the top of his head, smiling fondly at the pit-bull. 

“He’s a Lord now.” Maxwell told you with a smirk. “We hold ourselves to different standards.”

Cujo let out a deep boof. 

“Exactly.” Maxwell responded. “See? He agrees with me.”

(Also Cujo is a big babey but V protective of his mamas. He once bit a reporter in the leg for harassing val while she took him out on a walk, Maxwell rewarded him with a new toy for it!)

(also yes Maxwell does read and wear glasses I’m committed to that)

Talked about cujo with @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa today and got soft lmao.

~400 follower celebration! Send in headcanons, requests, and drabbles <3~

[thadelightfulone]

The Firm - Chapter 8

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Summary: Erik has been hired to find an embezzler for an old friend. The investigation is underway but who is after Green and LaNyah.

Pairing: Erik x Black!OC

Genre: Suspense

Words: 5K

--- Two Weeks Later ---

Erik and LaNyah fell into a regular routine as they made way on the audit. LaNyah moved back into her office last week after Erik spent the previous week on the accounting floor working from her office. They still met for their meetings, and on those days, LaNyah worked out of the conference room. Stacey joined both of them for lunch, as they all got to know each other better. LaNyah finally had some friends other than Ashley and Green, and that was exciting for her.

Stacey and Erik watched as LaNyah adapted to the new routine and found her footing. There have not been any repeat instances like at their first meeting. Nevertheless, Stacey has been keeping a watchful eye over them both.

It is a typical non-meeting day on the top floor of GBI. Erik comes out of the office, headed towards the coffee station, passing Stacey's desk along the way. "Hey Boss Man, got a minute?"

“Yeah, let me set this up first,” Erik makes his selection and starts the brew. Walking over to Stacey, “What’s up?”

“You never mentioned what you saw from her office. Inquiring minds want to know.”

“Oh that?” The machine gurgles and sputters to a stop; she waves him away. Erik goes to grab his coffee, he walks back over, taking a sip before leaning over her desk. “Well, your former team is boring as fuck.” Stacey spits out her tea.

She grabs a napkin to start cleaning up the mess on her keyboard. “That was not what I was expecting to hear from you, but go on.”

"Well, while I was observing everyone. I was checking out their login access to the database and their computer activity." He takes another drink of his coffee, "Thank you for that, by the way." Stacey nods her head. "No one is doing anything out of the ordinary; all the analysts and techs check out. Typical boring number crunchers.”

"Not LaNyah," Stacey mumbles to herself. "Really, everyone?" She inquires aloud, “Even Mr. Walking Harassment Suit?” Erik chokes up on his coffee, “Sorry, but that is the best way to describe him after I found all that shit in his file.”

“I heard that, Stace. Don’t start that again.” Her green eyes glance up at him over her tea, "You know what you said. And no, she's not boring, but she fits in with them, that's for sure." He puts his coffee down, tapping his chin, “Actually, do you have some time? I want to pick your brain about a few things before I make my final assessments of everyone.”

"Yeah, I'm available. Give me a few minutes to gather some things, and I will join you." Erik nods and walks over to his office.

Setting his mug down, Erik reaches for his investigation notes on LaNyah’s team. He opens it up to the page with all their names and positions. Stacey walks in and sits on the couch in front of the coffee table. She sets down her own information. Erik’s eyes go wide as he studies the thickness of the folder.

“Oh, I see we came prepared.” Walking over to one of the chairs by the couch, “You knew I would be coming to you for info?”

“Who else would you go to, Erik?” He laughs at her smart ass remark. She grabs her pen and a note pad, “Where do you want to start?”

Erik and Stacey spent the next two hours discussing her former team – backgrounds, experience, position roles, and salaries. Stacey filled in the blanks that Erik had about a few people. Stacey discovered that everyone did just enough and not more than what was required of them, even LaNyah. But she understood that it was different for her than the others. Each of her former team members could have all moved up in the company with all the opportunities GBI affords. None of them applied for or wanted to move, just content in their position and status at GBI.

Her information made it easy for Erik to share his thoughts regarding their team leader, Matthew. Stacey was not surprised to learn that he thinks that he is behind the embezzlement from the funds. Matthew’s habits were consistent with someone hiding something, but because of the lackadaisical attitude of the entire team, no one cares as long as he leaves them alone to do their job. LaNyah, with all her routines, found out what Green had only recently discovered.

“So, have you found out who he has been meeting with during those meetings?” Stacey asks. Erik just told her about him getting private calls, not on his personal or work cell, and then immediately leaving the office for ‘lunch.’

“Nah, I think I will make that my next move after talking to everyone.”

“Why waste your time with the others, if you know it’s him?”

“Gotta be thorough, and not like I am favoring someone.”

“Nyah.” Erik meets her eyes then looks down to put his notes away. “So, what is that anyway?”

“What’s what Stacey?” Erik looks at her as she crosses her arms and glares at him. “How many times do I have to say it’s nothing?” Standing, he grabs the notes and walks to his desk.

“Until you finally speak some truth.” She stands up and leans over the desk as he sits down. “Erik?” She softly goads. He runs his hands over his face before looking up at her.

“Fine.” Breathing deeply, “I am attracted to her.” He suddenly stands from his desk, looking out the windows. A new habit he formed whenever LaNyah crosses his mind, and he needs to reign it in.

Walking over to him, and clasping him on the back, "Now, was that so hard?" She stands back as he turns towards her, a blank expression on his face. "I don’t blame you. She's a beautiful woman. Anyone can see that." Stacey moves to sit in the chair in front of him, "It's not like she's off-limits to you or something." Stacey looks up as Erik plops down into the desk chair.

"She is." Stacey looks at him, confused, "I don't mix business and pleasure. It is not something that I plan to change anytime soon." She bobs her head at his response.

"Does this have anything to do with her background?" Now, Erik looks at her baffled. "I know what Ashley does for a living and how she met LaNyah." Erik's expression remains vacant, so she goes on. "I don't know the details, but I can only speculate it was pretty bad. Like I told you before, Green treats her like his own daughter." She abruptly stops as the words come out. "And you would never do something like that to Green…" Stacey's comment falls off.

“And Ashley,” he finishes her thought. "You sure, you don't want to come work for me when all this is over? You would make a great PI." Stacey laughs and shakes her head no. "Let's just say I know way too much – about Green, Ashley, and now LaNyah. And you think you know my history and skills, well what you could find anyway." He winks at her as she rolls her eyes. "So, let me share something that you may not know. I have been hired as her protector. As you said, that is Ashley and Alex's daughter, and I have been hired for her safety." He stands up, moving back to the windows, his back turned to Stacey facing them again. ”And even with my attraction to her, it is not a boundary I can remove.”

“Says who?” Erik heard that right over his shoulder and turned to Stacey, who is right beside him again. “You don’t think you can protect her and care about her at the same time?” His pensive look and silence let her know it is not something he considered. He protects, or he cares, not both.

He turns back to the sun, moving over their building, casting him in the light. She looks out at the view. “She doesn’t need someone like me caring for her.” They both stand at the windows quietly, watching as the view grows darker with the moving sun.

--- Somewhere Downtown ---

Sitting at the desk with their hands perched together, watching the henchmen bring in the latest person to make a misstep. Disloyalty is not tolerated in this organization. It runs smoothly because it is ruled with a swift and iron fist. There are no second chances nor time for explanations.

“You are fucking up my goal, Freddy.” The groggy man is sitting in the chair in the center of the warehouse. “As much as I want to know how this went wrong. I want you to know you are done here.” Walking by, picking up their favorite aluminum bat, whipping it through the air. Freddy squirms in his seat and moans through the duct tape over his mouth. “Shhhhh, it’s ok.” Running the bat across his legs, moving to a newly added chair right in front of Freddy, “It’s my turn to talk.”

Freddy takes two shots to the stomach with the bat, as his employer starts talking to him. “Your job was to find the locations of each member of the team that killed my brother.” Waving the bat around, “Yeah, I know they said he was ambushed, but I can’t help but think it was friendly fire that killed him. You know he was fine until that little bitch showed up on his team. Accusing him of assault, she was the crazy one.” Swinging the bat like a Kitana sword, listening to the whooshes of air as it picked up speed. "Of all the men, she could have slept with on that team, and she pushes up on her married commander."

THWACK! Freddy screams through the tape as the bat cracks the back of his head.

“My beloved brother did not want that tramp. He loved his wife and kids. He was not the predator she painted him out to be.” Pointing the bat towards Freddy, the bat is swung high through the air and comes down low to the ground taking out the back two legs of the chair, dropping him on the cold cement floor. "I am going to get that bitch. Starting with her husband and his company." Pushing the bat into Freddy's chest, "You, my dear, had one job, and I am still missing a name." Leaning in next to his ear, "It's a wrap for you, Freddy. Say Goodnight." Now rising from the ground, the bat is raised overhead and brought down, crushing the man's skull. "Get him off my floor and clean this up." The bat is tossed to one of the henchmen as they move in to clean up the mess Freddy made.

Breathing deeply, they sit back down at the desk and pick up their phone. Dialing a number and waiting for the call to connect. It is answered on the second ring.

“He-hello.”

“Matthew, dear. My favorite inside man. How are you?”

“I’m go-good. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Grinning evilly, “I love your enthusiasm. As a matter of fact, yes.” Twirling the cord around their finger, “I need you to double the amount we are moving from the funds.”

“Are you sure, Green is having them audited. I told you LaNyah told him about the missing money.”

“Audited? By who?”

“Some stiff ass PI named Erik Stevens. I can’t find out much about him, but he has been here for weeks working with LaNyah while Green is out of the country.”

“Stevens, huh?” Tapping away at the laptop on the desk, Erik Stevens pulls up a lot of redacted military files. “Does he scream military when you look at him?”

“Yeah, actually he does. He almost snapped my wrist about harassing LaNyah the other week. Little bitch.” A shout from the other end of the line forces Matt to drop the phone. “My bad, boss. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

"MATTHEW!!! You have done it, my boy. You found my missing link!" Matt can hear maniacal laughter coming from the line and moves it away from his ear.

“I swear I didn’t do anything bad. I just scared her a little bit, promise.”

"Shut up, Matthew. I am not talking about the girl, not right now anyway. No, Stevens is the last piece to this puzzle." Matt hears whispering and shuffling in the background. "Just make sure the money starts moving faster, got it?"

“Yesssss will do.” He shutters out as the line goes dead. “Damnit, I gotta go check on Laura. This muthafucker is crazy.”

---

Erik decided to continue his official visits to each member of the team. He only had two more that he needed to complete before he could focus on tracking down the person who hired Matt to embezzle the funds and set up LaNyah. Erik picks up his notes and makes his way to the elevator. He gets off on the 31st floor and walks over to Sandi.

"Hi Mr. Stevens. How are you?" The older woman smiles at him from her front cubicle.

“I’m doing well, Sandi. I was hoping to get a few minutes of your time. Is there somewhere we can talk?”

She eyes him in confusion and then recalls, “Oh, I’m sorry. You are talking about the position.” He nods at her. “Yes, we can go into the breakroom. I can have Cynthia cover the phones for me.”

"Sure, I will see you in a few minutes." He walks back and slows up as he nears LaNyah's office. The door is cracked open, so people know she is working but approachable. He smiles at the thought. Erik continues to the breakroom where he selects a table in the back for his chat with Sandi.

Fifteen minutes later, he is walking out with a blushing Sandi and wishing her a good day before walking to LaNyah's office. He knocks on the door, and she calls for him to enter. He walks in, leaving the door cracked as before.

“Hey Erik. What’s up?”

“I came to talk with you.”

“Oh right, Cynthia told me you talked to her last week. I guess it’s my turn now.”

“Yeah, it is. Is now a good time? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Oh no, I was just finishing up this week’s data entries for the scholarship fund.” Pointing to her guest chair, “Have a seat.”

"Great." Erik moves to the chair and pulls out his notebook. He looks over to LaNyah, who has her arms laid out on top of her desk, eyes closed, and taking a few deep breaths. He clears his throat to get her attention, she blinks them open and pulls her hands into her lap. “Ready?”

“Yes, let’s talk.”

Erik starts off by asking the basic questions. How long has she worked there? What funds was she in charge of reconciling each week? Who she reports to when there is an issue? Then he started asking her about her database access, the fund amounts, and her spending habits, among other things.  

"What do you mean, how often do I meet with Green?" LaNyah is confused by the last question Erik asked. “I met him when I got the job, my first day here, and dinner with him and Ashley a few times." She tries to think of any other times. "Oh, and when I told him about the vanishing money."

Erik nods, “So, you and Green didn’t meet to change the accounts where the money is held?”

“What? Are you kidding me?” She stands up, pushing her chair into the wall. “I only have access to see the account numbers and what is in each account. You have seen my lists, Erik.” Voice rising, she continues, “I don’t know what account the money gets added to or how it gets moved somewhere else.”

“Not what I was told.” He makes a note of something, “but you do know that is it possible." LaNyah looks at Erik incredulously. "You have complete access to the whole database the same as Matthew, Stacey, and Green." LaNyah grabs for her chair and drops down into it.

She can’t believe he is accusing her of using access to the database that she wasn’t even aware that she had. She can’t believe he is accusing her of stealing money from Green, the only man who has treated her like a person --- she looks up at Erik, crestfallen, and scoffs. She can’t believe he is accusing her of anything related to this, after telling her that he believes her. Yeah, the only man who gives a damn about her is Green.

She stands up and walks to the door, mumbling along the way. Opening it wide, "GET OUT!" Erik, who was following her movements closely, looks at her in shock. "GET OUT NOW!" Erik stands and slowly makes his way to the door. He stops in front of her, watching her lips quiver and her shaky grip on the door. He reaches for her arm, and she jumps back, eyes watering. “Please just go.”

Erik walks out of her office and looks back in time to see her slam the door shut. He turns around and continues walking towards the front of the accounting floor. He passes Matt, who smirks at him and Sandi, who is perplexed by the loud outburst from LaNyah. Erik forces himself not to react and continue towards the elevators. Pressing hard on the 35, he scowls at anyone looking at him as he waits for the doors to close.

Erik bursts into the office, drops his notes on the coffee table, and knocks everything off his desk. “FUCK!”

---

After working together for most of the morning, Erik decided to work through lunch, and Stacey left for lunch because of the turn their conversation took. She walked back into the office with something for Erik, dropped it on his empty desk, and went back to her desk. She watches as he stands near the windows again before looking at her lit-up phone.

While checking her messages, she sees a missed call from Nyah's extension. Without listening to the voicemail, she immediately calls her back. The phone rings and rings, and right as Stacey prepares to leave a message; she hears the phone pick up.

"LaNyah, did you need to speak with me?" It's quiet, but Stacey can hear some sniffling in the background. “Hey lovely, what’s wrong? What happened?” She slams the phone down and rushes to the elevator. She looks over at Erik, who hasn’t moved from the window. His hands are clasped behind his back, and she decides against telling him where she is going.  

Entering the accounting floor, Stacey fast walks to LaNyah's office. She runs into Sandi and Cynthia, coming out of the breakroom. She waves at them but keeps moving when it looks like they are about to stop her to chat. LaNyah's office door is closed, so Stacey knocks and announces herself.

"Of course, big sister to the rescue." Matt stands in his doorway, watching Stacey and the door. She looks over at him, ready to say something when LaNyah cracks the door, and Stacey slips through closing it behind her.

Stacey looks at the coloring books spread out across the floor, surrounded by piles of balled-up tissues. She finds a clear space and joins Nyah on the floor, grabs the nearest book and some pencils. Stacey picks a picture and starts coloring it until LaNyah starts talking. She explains what happened that sent her into a spiral.

Stacey shakes her head, "LaNyah, look at me." Bloodshot eyes meet her gaze, and she plots to throttle the man who did this to her. “He is just doing his job, honey. I am sure he didn’t mean anything by what he asked.”

Nyah sniffs and blinks away fresh tears. Stacey pulls some Kleenex from the box on the floor and dabs at the corner of LaNyah’s eyes. “He told me he believed me. So, why would he ask me that? Stacey, I only know the pages you showed me on the database.”

She takes LaNyah’s hands in her own, rubbing small circles on them. "I know, sweetie. Green was going to let me train you on some more tasks when all this mess came up. We increased your access." She coughed to cover up the end of her lie. "Don't worry about that now. You know that you did nothing wrong, and that's what matters."

"But how am I supposed to work with him now?" She pulls her hands out of Stacey's. "Things were ok, and I considered both of you, my friends." Nyah weakly smiles at her. “I don’t want to be near him. I just want Green to get back so I can work with him instead.”

Stacey nods at her, "I wish it were that easy. Green cannot be involved with the investigation until it's complete. Erik is the outside investigator, so he will be here until the end."

"Yeah, that makes sense." She stands up, and Stacey follows her lead. "Thank you for coming up here so quickly, Stacey. I didn't want to go into a full-on panic attack here in the office with Ashley out of the country."

"I got you boo. You can call me whenever you need me." Stacey opens her arms, and LaNyah walks into them. "It's ok. I am still your friend even if that big bad boss man isn't anymore." She feels Nyah giggle into her chest. She holds her for a little longer, "Why don't you call it a day? Grab your things, and I will walk you out." Nyah looks at her and nods. They clean the floor, collect her bags, lock her office door, and walk out to the elevators.

--- Near Bakersfield ---

Matt arrives at his future mother-in-law’s about three hours after talking to his other boss. He rings the doorbell with the two bouquets in hand. The door cracks open.

“Hi Martha.” She looks him up and down before opening the door wider.

"Laura, Matt's lame-ass is here." She shuts the door behind him as she takes the flowers. "Thanks. She’s out back with one of my friend's daughters."

Matt makes his way to the back patio but stops short in front of the screen door. Laura turns at the small squeak he makes. She jumps up and greets him.

“Matthew, baby. I want you to meet Mrs. Williams.” She drags Matt forward. “Mrs. Williams, this is my fiancé, Matthew.” His mouth drops as he watches his second boss walk towards him. “Matt, don’t be rude.”

"Matthew, it's so nice to meet you. Laura has told me great things about you." He looks over at Laura, who is all smiles latched onto his arm.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Williams. I didn’t mean to interrupt you both. I haven’t seen Laura since I brought her out here for some fresh air during her pregnancy.”

“Yes, congratulations on that.” She looks between the two and down at Laura’s stomach. “Such a beautiful thing to bring new life into the world.” She moves forward to hug Laura. “I really should be running dear, but we must catch up soon. I’ll say bye to Martha on my wait out.”

"Bye." Matt and Laura say together, watching her leave. As soon as Mrs. Williams is back in the house, Matt drops down on the patio table.

“Laura, we need to talk.”

---

It’s nearly midnight when Matt arrives back home. He took Laura out to dinner and explained who she just met. She screamed and yelled at him, beating him up in the car all on the drive home. Warning him to keep her and the baby safe or she would kill him. The story of his life. As he steps inside, his burner cell rings.

"Matthew. You have a beautiful family. Why don't you keep her closer?" Mrs. Williams snickers, on the other end of the line.

“How did you find her?” Matt sits down on his couch to catch his breath.

“Matthew, Matthew. You don’t think I had you fully vetted before I brought you on. I have known your movements for years. Anyone tied to you, I know all their information. I only use what is necessary.”

“But she is not necessary.”

“Actually, she is now. There has been a slight change in plans.”

Sighing heavily into the phone, “What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing. I have this part in place already. I just need you to push the money to increase ASAP. Since Mr. Stevens is already looking at the accounts and they are still active, I want to give them a greater push to find me.”

Matt pulls the phone away, “How is that gonna change anything?”

“Sweetie, stop thinking. Now, I have the opportunity to get all three of the people I blame for my brother’s death.”

“Oh ok. Wait, what about LaNyah?”

“Oh, Miss Cole. I have something planned for her.” Matt gulps at the change in her tone. “Just make sure I see double tomorrow. I know she finished her data entry for the week.”

“Done.” The line goes dead, and Matt collapses on his couch. “Please don’t hurt Laura.”

---

Stacey storms back upstairs after walking LaNyah to her car. She knows Erik is still in the office. It’s too early to leave, even for him.

“Stevens!” She yells before walking right into his office without knocking. “What the fuck did you do?”

“What the hell, Stacey?”

“Answer the damn question.”

“I would if I knew what you were talking about.”

She walks over to him, “Do you know where I spent my afternoon when I returned from lunch?” Poking him in the chest, “No fuck that. Why did you do it?” She pushes his shoulder, “I know we hit on some hard shit this morning, but why the fuck would you go and do that?”

Erik drops his head. LaNyah. She called her office buddy. Of course, she would since Ashley is not in the country. She needed immediate relief from his interrogation. He knew he pushed too hard earlier, but there has to be more to it for Stacey to be fuming like this.

“Oh, so you do know what I am talking about. Or rather, who?" Erik looks up into fiery green eyes and stands up. In an instant, he has both her hands behind her back while holding her in front of him. "Let me go, Stevens.”

“Not until you calm the fuck down.” She tried to wiggle out of his hold, but there is no room for her to move. “You gonna try and hit me again, or do I need to keep you hemmed up like this so we can talk?” Stacey keeps cussing, taking her heel and stomps down on his foot. “Alright, fine.” Holding her with one hand, he takes his tie off and binds her wrists up. He tosses her on the couch and stands over her before moving back to the desk.

He watches as Stacey rights herself on the cushion. If life was a cartoon, he could see all the smoke clouding around her as pissed as she is right now. They stare each other down for a few minutes. While he waits for her to calm down, he grabs one of the desk chairs and sits down in front of her.

“You good?”

“Heartless asshole.”

“I got time. Let me know when you are ready to talk.”

“For someone who prides himself on how well he does his job, I want you to know you failed this one already.”

“Oh really? How so?”

"Protecting her means not just physically, jack ass." She looks down at the floor before staring back at him. "Emotionally and mentally, Erik. She is probably the most fragile person you have ever encountered, and you interrogated her like a common criminal.”

"I asked her whole team the same questions."

"Sure, you did.” She rolls her eyes, huffing out anger-filled breaths. “But you did not spend weeks building a rapport with them before doing so, right?" She turns around as much as she can on the couch, poking her hands out. "Let me go. I'm good." Erik slowly walks over and unties her wrists. While rubbing them to get the circulation back, she continues. "You do not need to protect them from whoever is trying to fuck over Green and GBI. Did you not tell me that you were hired to be her bodyguard, just this morning?"

“She’ll be fine. She’s a big girl.” Erik throws his tie on top of the desk.

"MEN! You know what. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I figured you would be good for her, once you figured out that she sees you for you." Erik bites his lip in frustration. "Yeah, LaNyah may never need to know all you have done or whatever other skeletons are in your closet. But she clearly liked the guy who was nice to her, appreciated her work, and didn't make her feel stupid for not having experienced life like other women her age.”

“What are you getting at, Stacey? I have work to do.” Frowning, Erik is done with this conversation.

“Oh, you are right about that. Because when your charge no longer trusts you, how are you supposed to keep them safe?” She stands up and straightens out her skirt, and she looks over to Erik, who is sitting stoically at his desk. "It wasn't why you did it; she knew you would have to talk to her. It was how you did it. You have the tact of a bull in a China shop and clearly forgot who you were addressing." She walks over to the office door and turns back to him. “She doesn’t trust you anymore, Erik. But something tells me that you were counting on that. It makes your job much easier now that you know she will keep her interactions with you to a minimum.” She opens the door sighing, “You’re a dick, Stevens.”

Chapter 9

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Damien: [Instructs the pages to take her to the groomers and feed her before tying her back up. He enters his apartments once more, having other slaves give him a bath in front of her. He still doesn’t acknowledge her as they wash his body and dry him off]

Esmeralda: [Doesn’t speak to anyone as she’s being taken care of and fed, but she takes in her surroundings when she can—feeling as if she’s in a completely different world. Tied up all over again, her frustration and anger rises as he treats her like she doesn’t exist. Chest rises and falls as she watches the slaves bathing him in complete servitude and obedience. She despises the jealousy she feels, trying to overcome her possessive side but it’s difficult to do so as continues to torment her] Em.. [Stops and corrects herself as she remembers that Emile doesn’t exist] Prince Damien.. please. [Softens her tone to hide the desperation and heartache, absolutely hating how he ignores her]

Damien: [He sends the slaves away, his ears perking as he hears her begging] Oh, I forgot you were there. [Says coldly] What do you want to say, Slave? [Cocks a brow as he sits at the foot of his bed opposite from her]

Esmeralda: [Heat rushes through her body as he finally acknowledges her. Drawing in a breath to calm herself as he doesn’t even address her by her name] If you want someone else, then let me go. [Speaks softly, not understanding why she feels so conflicted about her words while trying to blockout the image of him giving another woman his cock] But.. if you still want me, Prince Damien, then please.. do not put me through this torment.. [Bites her lower lip to stop herself from whimpering]

Damien: And why should I want a slave that rejects the Crown Prince? [Blinks in mock curiosity. His hands grip at the duvet as he clenches his jaw] I should have let them hang you. [Snarls the cruel words] You’re ungrateful and you don’t have an ounce of humility. [Shakes his head] It’s been more of a nuisance than a pleasure— your presence. [Feels bitter and angry at her for not submitting to him after their history] Perhaps I shall send you to the village for the filthy louts to play with and punish. [Glares at her]

Esmeralda: [Starts to wish that he should’ve done that as well, as being sentenced to die would’ve been more bearable than his cruel words. She resists the urge to cry even as her tears threaten to fall] Prince.. [Parts her lips as panic sweeps in as he mentions the village. Her head shakes and her desperation overpowers her resentment] Please don’t.. I beg of you, Prince Damien. [Starts to cry as she can barely keep up the facade] Don’t send me to the village. [Her lower lip trembles as she hides her face behind her hair, not wanting him to see how distraught she is] Please don’t be cruel to me..

Damien: [Laughs at her reaction to mentioning the Village. He rolls his eyes] You manipulative little gypsy bitch. [Smiles wryly as she only cares for self preservation] Maybe I should have trusted the people’s judgment of you. [Hollows his cheeks as she still displeases him] Is it not what you fucking deserve? You ungrateful little cunt. [Spits the words hatefully] I saved your life but maybe it truly fucking is worthless. [Shifts his jaw and crosses his arms] After all the kindness I truly showed you, you’re just a gypsy whore.

Esmeralda: [Lifts her gaze as his tone is bitter to her ears. She feels her heart crumbling as he sides with the others who waste no time with belittling and degrading her each time she leaves his apartment] Then why did you save me? To own me as you once said you wished to do? [Asks before his hateful words silences her. She can take it from the others, but hearing it from him makes her ache inside. She looks away as he appears so angry, tears streaming down her cheeks and breaking her down into nothingness] Forgive me, Prince Damien.. I did not mean to displease your grace.

Damien: [Remembers their conversation briefly and he averts her eyes] Perhaps. But you’ve clearly shown me it was a mistake. [Blinks] If you were dead, you wouldn’t have had a chance to ruin the lovely memories of our trysts. What was once so pleasant now fills me with rage. You deceived me and I stood for your lies. [Sees her crying now and he feels no sympathy for her] I do not forgive you. You have disappointed me. [Stares at her] I don’t even wish to look at you, but I will give you the punishment of watching me— the Prince you hate so much. [Summons a page to gag her as he crawls into bed] I should have never entered that fucking caravan. [Mutters to himself as he covers himself in the duvet]

Esmeralda: [Reflects on their memories, seeing it so vividly she can still taste him on her tongue. As he says how she lied, she becomes passionately angry with him] My lies..?! I am the one who was deceived, /Emile./ [Speaks his name in the same hateful tone before twisting and turning her head to avoid the page before the gag fills her mouth. She groans as it’s tightened at the back, making it uncomfortable for her. Her cries are muffled by the gag as she has no choice but to watch his every move—feeling maddened by the torture he’s putting her through]

Damien: [Hisses as she speaks disrespectfully. He gets up harshly and grabs a paddle, slamming it hard against the back of her thighs] My name /is/ Emile! [Cracks the paddle against her flesh again] I told you I was of high birth! [Hits her hard again] But you! You pretended to be such a submissive, perfect lover. [Snarls into her crying face] But you are an untrained fucking animal! You have no respect, no humility. [Scoffs] And maybe I shall treat you like that? Maybe I shall get amusement that way.. [The idea crosses his mind as he has the pages take her down finally] Yes. I’ll beat you and rape you for my own amusement whether you submit or not. [Glares hard as he grips her hair and throws her against the bed, bending her over its edge and forcing her face into the mattress, smothering her as he used his hand to slap her ass raggedly] You stupid little gypsy cunt. [Can’t hold back any longer as he shoves down his trousers and forces his cock into her soaked and throbbing cunt] Mngh! [Crushes her throat with his hands as he forces her head into the mattress. He allows her head to come up and removes the gag] Your Prince commands to you tell him that you are his raped gypsy whore. [Speaks between his moans as he thrusts violently into her] Say it! [Pulls at her hair and slaps her face]

Esmeralda: [Chest heaves frantically as he storms towards her direction. Her eyes widen before she screams harshly against the gag as he the paddle crashes onto her flesh one and after another. Her legs nearly give out as the shock runs through her veins before looking at him in confusion as he suddenly has her released. Hearing him, she starts to back away before wincing as he grabs her by the hair and handles her roughly on the bed] St.. stop! [The sound is barely coherent against the gag as she twists from under him to get him off of her. Fighting against him, he easily overpowers her and elicits a harsh scream as his thick cock violates her cunt without any permission. Not having had him for a while, the pain feels fresh and stings her inside] Aghhh! Mmngh..! [Her cries are buried into the mattress as every inch of his cock tears into her tight walls—forcing her to take the pain of it as he increases his pace. Tears run heavily down her cheeks as she doesn’t know if she is in a state of blinding pleasure or absolute pain. Placing her hands on his abs to limit his thrusts, she looks down to see her bright pink cunt as he abuses her sex] Damien! [Arches her lower back as the fresh sting of his slap spreads across her cheek. She doesn’t want to say, but she’s too consumed by lust to fight against her pride] I’m.. I’m his raped gypsy whore.. [Tries to say it as quietly as she can but his relentless thrusts only draws it even louder out of her mouth] I’m the Prince’s raped gypsy whore! [Moans loudly, but not loud enough to hide the wet noises coming from her pussy as her body betrays her and starts to grind into his hips]

Damien: [Pounds into her, his head falling back as she’s so wet. He pushes her hands off of him as he grips her sore and welt-covered mounds] Fuck! [Shivers with pleasure as she gives into him] Good girl, Esme.. [Cradles her sore, bruised little throat] I’m going to use you as my rape whore every night. [Pounds into her as he fists her hair] Mngh.. kiss me. [Turns her head roughly to kiss her harshly] I think you love this.. your cunt is swelling around my cock. [Laughs darkly] I want to rape all of your holes, Slave. [Pulls harshly out of her cunt and forces his thickness into her tight ass, wanting her to scream for him] Mm.. I loved making you bleed for me in that caravan.. [Slaps her sore little ass as he spreads the cheeks apart and spits on her asshole as his cock assaults her]

Esmeralda: [Her mind tells her to stop, to fight harder against him but as he thrusts in and out of her cunt, as he viciously owns her cunt as if she were made to be used by him, she finds herself slowly slipping into her submissive ways] Unghhh.. Please, Prince Damien..! [Gasps as his grip tightens around her throat, heightening her sensitivity as her blood runs hotter and her pussy becomes so plump with need] Mmm! [Resists his kiss at first before his tongue slices between her lips. She moans deeply as she tastes him, sucking and chasing his tongue desperately as she can’t get enough] Stop.. [Groans as he pulls out, suddenly becoming aware and ashamed as she sees how her wetness drips from his cock] Don’t, Damien.. [Sees that darkened look in his eyes as she becomes unwilling to go further] Oh.. God! Mnghhh! [Her strangled cries fill the room as his member pushes into her very tight opening. She struggles to adjust to him as it causes so much pain—their position making it even tighter for him to fit] My Prince.. please, it hurts.. [Shivers as she hears his sinful words. Lifting her ass just slightly, she attempts to push him back but he ends up going even deeper] My god! Mmm! [Grips the sheets as she succumbs to the assault—her tears, sweat, and wetness stains the perfect sheets as he pounds into her thick flesh] No more, I’ll be have.. [Looks at him over her shoulder before watching as his length disappears in and out of her ass—seeing a hint of blood on him as he tears her up]

Damien: [Is driven mad as her body begins to soften and melt for him. He groans as he pounds into her, seeing her bleed for him] Fuck.. you’re going to be so full of my seed every night. [Snarls before he continues his painful thrust and empties his cock into her] Mm.. [Pulls out and grabs her hair. He forces her on her knees and shoves his cock in her mouth] Clean it. [Slaps her cheek]

Esmeralda: [Desperation makes her body ache and writhe beneath him as she lifts her ass as if offering herself to him and welcoming the pain] Please, please..! [Begs and cries as she tries to bounce her thick ass against him, wanting to stimulate her cunt as much as he can as he rapes her tight hole] Ughhh! [Trembles all over as he buries his warm cum inside of her. His release is so passionate that she feels it seeping out] Prince Damien.. [Whimpers as he pulls out, tears stinging her eyes as the pain settles. She feels satisfied yet wanting more all at once] Yes.. [Gives into him as she finds his taste irresistible—having been deprived of it and having had to watch someone else have it. She wastes no time as she guides him into her mouth, sucking him deeply as if she’s so desperate] Mhmm.. [Eyes roll back as she tastes their sexes on his flesh, her tongue swirling all over before moving to the tip. She lets her tongue delve into the small opening to swallow more of his delicious seed] I don’t want to stop.. [Whispers without thinking as she sucks him hungrily and sloppily before angling her head to the side so that his throbbing head pushes against the inside of her cheek as she strokes his length]

Damien: [Loves as she eagerly follows his commands, he groans as she lavishes his sensitive flesh with her tongue] Mngh.. don’t stop then.. [Falls into a rhythm as she hardens his cock with her stroking and sucking] Fuck... [Looks down at her and watches the submissive girl he remembers peak through] Mngh.. [pulls out of her mouth and roughly throws her on the bed. He climbs atop her and shoves his cock into her cunt to reward her] Fuck.. [Grips her face as he rolls against her aching pussy, letting her feel the pleasure] You may only cum when I say you can. [Rocks his hips and hits her core, knowing she’s struggling]

Esmeralda: [Squeezes more drops of cum out of him, milking him into her eager mouth before smearing it all over her lips until she sucks it off] Prince Damien.. [Her chest rises and falls as gazes at him heatedly, desperately craving more from him as he has awakened her dormant desires. Spreading her legs, she smears his cum and her arousal all over her cunt before pushing it inside of her already soaked pussy—wanting his cock to be drenched in their sex] Please..! Mmhmm! [Arches her back and hitches her leg against his hip as his perfect cock tears away her frustrations with each thrust] I need this.. Your gypsy whore aches for this.. [Gazes into his piercing eyes as he holds her face. Her eyes roll back as his movements stimulates her swollen clot—she’s so sensitive that she can’t prevent her tears from falling] Damien.. Please.. [Her voice waves as her brows furrow, looking tormented as she rolls her hips against his in a desperate rhythm. Her toes curl as she tries to hold back but the pressure builds more and more as his cock reaches deep inside of her] May I cum? Please, let me cum.. [Begs as she digs her nails into his back, holding off for him as much as she can as he drives her mad with lust]

Damien: [Her submissive words make his cock throb as he kisses her harshly] Mm.. I know this is the best cock you’ve ever had. [Smiles as he spits and lets it drip down into her mouth. He loves as she begs to cum and nods] Oui.. you may cum. [Glances between her face and her cunt as he picks up his pace, waiting to see the pleasure descend upon her]

Esmeralda: [Wraps her slick, swollen pink walls around his throbbing dick before moaning into his mouth as he fills all of her senses] Yes.. Yours is the best.. [Speaks truthfully out of her desperation to find pleasure and release. Instinctively, she catches his spit in her mouth before lifting her head to swipe more of his taste from his tongue] Please.. I need it! Mmm! [Breasts shake as his cock hits her core in a perfect rhythm. She stop fighting against herself as she loses herself to him, gripping his hair and wrapping her legs around him until she feels the knots inside of her tearing apart] Unghhh! Oh god, don’t stop! [Completely shatters beneath him, thrashing her hips as she nearly pushes him off while juices squirt out of violently pulsing cunt] Damien! [Cries out his name before catching his lips as she kisses him to stop moaning while her body shakes and juices continue to flow out of her]

Damien: [Watches gleefully as she unravels for him, his blue eyes bright with wonder. He moans as she kisses him, stealing her pleasure before he cums again inside her. He kisses her hungrily and with passion he’s withheld as he crushes her in his arms beneath him] Mine. [Growls as he pulls out of her but keeps her against him. He pulls the covers over them and doesn’t let her free of his hold]

Esmeralda: [Her breathing is ragged and uneven, too sensitive to handle anything else. As he cums inside of her, she moans out as his warm makes her squirt even more for him] Prince Damien.. It’s too much.. Too good.. [Whines as her walls are pulsing and clenching rapidly, feeling beyond used and owned by him that she’s incapable of forming any thoughts. She says nothing as he claims her, only knowing that in that moment she belongs to him] Mnghhh.. [Her head feels lightheaded as sensitivity roams all over her body. She breathes in his scent to calm herself, squeezing her cunt to keep his cum inside of her. Lifting her head to kiss him, she slips her tongue back into his mouth—moaning from his taste but it’s not enough as she reaches between her legs to collect their arousal and licks it off her fingers] /This/ is mine.

Damien: [Melts from her kisses and he returns them] Mngh.. [He makes her look at him as she doesn’t answer] Say that you’re mine. [Clenches his jaw as he glares while she eats up their cum. He keeps her pressed against him, barely allowing her to move]

Esmeralda: [Gazes at him with her emerald irises as she sucks her digits clean before he demands an answer from her. She feels his heart beating against his chest and has her so close to him, loving how his heat blankets over her] I am yours, Prince Damien. [Whispers softly as she becomes lost in his gaze, ignoring her thoughts as her submissive side gives in] Even if you are not mine..

Damien: [Smiles at her words. He tilts his head] I am yours, though.. your master, your trainer, your prince. [Says softly as he covers her flesh in kisses] This isn’t some trick is it? [Pouts] For I shall have to punish you harshly for it..

Esmeralda: [Stares at him deeply, remembering his face perfectly yet there’s still a change between them] Mmm.. [Moans as she showers her with kisses, unable to deny how desperately she has missed him] A trick? [Shakes her head before leaning to kiss his pout as it tempts her] I am a gypsy but I am not what your people believe us to be.. [She bites her lower lip as he talks about punishing her, feeling her sore pussy and tight hole still aching from his punishment] I don’t belong here.. I am not a princess or close to nobility. [Searches his eyes for answers]

Damien: [Narrows his eyes as he searches her face for deception] You are mine and you belong here if I say you do. [Clenches his jaw]

Esmeralda: [Loses her train of thought as he gives her that look and becomes more possessive with his words] Do not become angry, Prince Damien.. [Whispers as she leans in to kiss the crease between his brows, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle any more punishments] You were once just my lover.. and now a Prince.. [Takes his hand as she looks at his palm, reading the lines on it before thinking about how hard he spanks her with it]

Damien: Will this be easier to accept when you realize that you are the woman my palm told you about? [Stares at her]

Esmeralda: [Pauses as she hears his words, pulling back slightly before searching his eyes again] That cannot be.. [Thinks about that reading as realization slowly dawns on her with each second that passes]

Damien: [Stares at her] Unless you made it all up? [Tilts his head as he lets her look at his palm again]

Esmeralda: [Her heart races as she feels as though she sealed her own fate. She avoids looking at his palm at first before finally giving in. She traces the lines with her fingertips, reading it as clearly as she had before] It could be any girl..

Damien: [Lets the realization sweep over her like it did him and he waits] I did reading after I met you.. on Gypsies. [Says softly] Its rumored that you all are terribly afraid of offending the fates. [Gazes at her] Will you really tempt it? [His chest rises and falls] You have awakened in me something no one in this kingdom has.. you are mine. Through and through. [Purses his lips] I was called to your caravan, Esme.

Esmeralda: [Pursing her lips and hollowing her cheeks, she begins to feel incredibly foolish for failing to see it the first time. Meeting his eyes, she parts her lips as he tests her. She contemplates on going against their entwined fates but her fear of it prevents her from doing so] Damien.. [Swallows as she doesn’t know what to think or feel as she’s still processing the truth. As she hears his deep rooted words, she feels that passionate flame burning inside of her—the same one that matches his and was ignited once he asked her for his fortune] I cannot.. I.. [At a loss for words, she feels defeated as she lowers her eyes from his] I am unlike the other slaves, Damien.. You can wish to have someone who may never bend to your will? [Gazes at him deeply, refusing to read her own palm but knows in her heart of hearts that this was destined to be] I am but a gypsy..

Damien: It was because of that your life was spared.. our fates are intertwined. Admit it. [Snatches her hand and glances at the life line she taught him] There is an interruption here. [Stares at her palm] You could have died. [Looks at her] But it continues. [Pulls her tighter against him] Admit it, Esme. I am not only your lover. I am your destiny.

Esmeralda: [Breathes in sharply as he takes her hand and reads the lines on her palm. She sees it as clear as day as he reads it perfectly, almost seduced by the sound of his deep voice—the truth unavoidable at this point] Damien.. [Swallows as her pride breaks down, making her feel vulnerable as she has no choice but to follow what fate as designed for her. She gazes into his eyes, seeing the passion behind it as she weakens] And what will I be to you..? If you are my destiny.. where will this lead me? [Looks to him for answers as she can’t seem to trust herself anymore. Her eyes fall to his lips as the temptation stirs inside of her, wanting her savior yet afraid to trust or give herself to him]

Damien: [Strokes her hair as he kisses her slowly] My love. My love slave. [Shrugs] Everything that gives me joy and pleasure. [Stares at her] You were always meant to be mine.

Esmeralda: [Forgets her thoughts for a moment as she tastes his lips on hers. She searches for his tongue to deepen the kiss before strangely melting at the term he uses] Will you hurt me? [Runs her fingers down his chest like she used to do while playing with his hair with her other hand]

Damien: If you’re disobedient.. [Answers her honestly. He melts at her touch, wishing they could have stayed in her caravan forever]

Esmeralda: [Hollows her cheeks but doesn’t stop touching him as she ends up moving closer] Will you do what you did the other night? [Doesnt want to say the words as she stares into his eyes]

Damien: What did I do? [Tilts his head as he feigns innocence. He moves down and nuzzles her breasts before sucking and kissing at them]

Esmeralda: [Starts to narrow her eyes as he doesn’t answer her right away] You know what you did.. [Her chest aches as the memory pains and angers her, making her feel possessive but she doesn’t want to be that way again. She tries to move him off her full breasts before moaning as he has with way with her] Is this all that will become of me, Prince Damien? [Moans under her breath, pulling his hair as she uses her other hand to rub her nipple against his lips]

Damien: Hm.. I don’t recall. [Shakes his head and sucks at her nipple as she teases him with it. He spits on her breasts and smears it all over to mark his territory] You mustn’t worry about things like that, Esme. [Pouts up at her] If you just give yourself over to me then life will be simple.

Esmeralda: [Hollows her cheeks as she pulls him off her breasts] You paraded yourself with another girl in front of me. You put me through agony. [Speaks lowly as she holds back her emotions before moaning sharply as he spits on her. She watches as her flesh glistens from his spit before parting her lips to have a taste] It is not easy, Damien.. I don’t belong to this world of yours. [Pouts back at him yet her submissive side is curious and yearns to please]

Damien: [Loves the way she grips at his hair and he looks up at her darkly] You told me you didn’t want me. What do you know of agony? [Scoffs as he doesn’t meet her eyes— completely diverting the situation] You belong with me. [Says simply] Will you at least try?

Esmeralda: Your treatment. [Remains silent as she has learned so much about agony since arriving here, her eyes staring in disbelief] It was cruel.. [Pouts her lips before his confident tone makes her want to trust what he’s saying, not wanting to admit that she believes it. She leans in and kisses him in response] How long will this be? [Doesn’t look at her palm for the answer]

Damien: As were you. Hmph. [Crosses his arms as he pulls them away from her. He softens at her kiss] Nevermind how long! [Hisses as snatches her wrist so she can’t check] You are mine as long as I say you are. [Hollows his cheeks, knowing his intent is to prove her the best and most perfect slave so that she will capture his mother’s heart and he will be allowed to marry her] So you will try? For me?

Esmeralda: I was cruel? [Furrows her brows in confusion before whimpering as he stops her from reading the lines on her palm. He solves her with his words, seeing a look of determination behind his eyes as he seems to have more in store for her. She doesn’t like the uncertainty of not knowing when he’ll tire of her but she cannot resist him in that moment] Yes.. Only if it pleases you, Prince Damien. [Uses the words that she heard from the other girl as she gazes into his eyes]

Damien: When you said you didn’t want me! [Huffs as he sulks at her. His expression changes as he hears her words, feeling hopeful that she’ll be able to do it] Good girl! Very good. [Pounces on her and covers her face in kisses]

Esmeralda: [Tests the words out on her tongue, letting it settle before he appears very pleased with her response. She looks at him with curiosity and pleasure before melting under his sweet kisses, unable to detect any cruelty in him] Does that please you, Prince Damien? [Gazes up at him as her desire makes her chase after his lips before exposing her neck as she yearns for his lips on more of her flesh]

Damien: [His heart races as she may actually be allowed to be his wife and not a mere mistress] Oui.. it pleases me greatly. [Coos as he rewards her with all of the kisses she wants. He pulls back to gaze down at her] I promise you.. if you do my bidding.. you will be so greatly rewarded.. [Sighs as he rests atop her and nuzzles her neck] My love slave..

Esmeralda: [Closes her eyes and moans from the affection that he gives her before draping her arms over his shoulders] What reward will that be, Prince Damien? [Wonders if it means that he will release her, but the thought doesn’t sit well with her. She moans as she starts to feel somewhat accepting of the term] My Prince. [Allows herself to claim him just this once as she kisses his shoulder and the crook of his neck, too addicted to let go and too afraid to leave this moment behind]

Damien: I can’t say.. the knowledge will taint your efforts. [Says quietly as he melts from her kisses] Oui.. ton prince.. [Inhales her scent, smelling the perfumed oil on her flesh from the grooms] I’m so happy that fate has kept us together.

Esmeralda: [Looks at him curiously and searching eyes for any traces of deceit. She keeps herself wrapped against him before nodding at his words, knowing she wanted to be with him but not expecting it to be in this manner] Will I only belong to you, my prince? Or.. will others take me? [Asks as she has seen different slaves with different trainers outside of his apartment]

Damien: [Pulls back at her words] Do you /want/ others to take you? [Glares at her as he hollows her cheeks] You are mine. And only mine. [Clenches his jaw as he wraps his arms tightly around her]

Esmeralda: [Shakes her head at him before pulling back to her as she kisses him all over his face] Not unless it should please you, Prince Damien. [Whispers as she doesn’t want to be touched by anyone else unless it’s by him or a groom. She loves his possessive words as she nods] Yes, my Prince. [Sucks his neck before licking his flesh as she takes as much as she can, afraid that he’ll deprive her down the line]

Damien: [Beams at her words, knowing she is starting to understand but knows that the obedience must be pure and genuine] Ma esclave d’amour.. [Coos as he nuzzles her flesh] We will sleep together from now on when you’re a good girl.. [Makes himself comfortable and lets her rest in his chest] Bonne nuit, amour.. get your rest. You will need it tomorrow.

Esmeralda: [Yearns for him as it feels like how they were when he would visit her caravan. She kisses every bit of him that she can before placing her lips upon his chest as has her against him] Then I shall do my best to be good.. [Murmurs as this is the closest she has been to have a decent rest. She lets out a sigh as her sore little body relaxes before parting her lips at his comment] Yes, my Prince. Dream sweetly. [Kisses him softly, silently praying that they will be how they once were in the morning]

[artificialqueens]

Different Names For the Same Thing (Trixya) - Chapter 3 - Pilandok

Trixie is in the middle of an emotional crisis and Katya doubles down on the idea that making-out solves everything.

AN: Category is: inconsistent chapter lengths and jumping from a G rating to an M.

Read chapter in AO3. Read from chapter one.

            Trixie needs T-Rex to stop looking at her like that. He doesn’t really understand why T-Rex insists on acting the part of a concerned mother when he knows they both have the same crass humor and prefer the midwestern brand of pick-me-ups— which is honestly more about the booze than the consolation.

            “Save it for the kicked puppy down the street, T,” Trixie deadpans. Diversions like that only work when it’s entertained and T-Rex pointedly does not stop looking at Trixie like he’s the most pitiable thing in the universe. Trixie gives up and slumps down his chair, lifting his cap to fix the non-existent hair on his scalp out of habit. T-Rex doesn’t even look like he’s going to make a joke about it. Trixie sighs.

            “Kim told you, didn’t she?”

            “You know it, girl,” T-Rex answers, finally breaking eye contact to grab his drink and take a sip. Then a little quieter,  “Shea probably knows, too.”

            “Shit,” Trixie puts her forehead on the table. The opening riff of a Dusty Springfield song echoes in the near-empty bar. Son Of a Preacher Man. Jesus Christ. He could just imagine how pathetic he looks like right now.

            “Frankly, I’m a little offended.”

            “Maybe if you visited me more often…” Trixie says onto the table.

            “Bitch, don’t even start,” T-Rex tells him, “am I not sitting in this straight bar with you right now?”

            Trixie looks up and shoots an apologetic look to T-Rex. It’s easier now that he’s not being treated so precariously.

            “Thank you,” he says, too genuinely that T-Rex looks a little disgusted as if he, himself, hasn’t been a sap all night. Trixie scream-laughs at this reaction and the people around them look.

            “Looks like our cover is blown, they know that there’s a couple of queers in this place,” T-Rex mock whispers at him, “Which is a waste cause I butched up. I wore a denim jacket.”

            “Shut up,” Trixie laughs, “I like it here! The bartender knows me.”

            “Yeah, you and your hillbilly music.”

            “She’s a queer icon!”

            The song swells into its chorus, the only one who could ever reach me, was the son of a preacher man. Trixie scrunches his face like he’s in physical pain.

            “Kim didn’t need to tell me, anyway, everyone saw that picture of you and Katya messing up each other’s faces.”

            Oh. That fucking picture. It’s the blurriest picture someone could take from across the street but it’s undeniably him. He’s always dreamed of being recognized along Hollywood Boulevard and there it is: the make-up is unmistakably Trixie Mattel and she got caught in a reddit-level scandal. And what other drag queen of that build and hair color would make out with him in public if not Katya? Trixie doesn’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that everyone just assumed it was Katya.

            Anyway, why does the universe always have to go out of its way to Aesop’s Fables his life? How many roundabout ways can they tell him that the moral of the story is be careful what you wish for?

            “T, I don’t know what to fucking do.”

            T-Rex looks at him, gaze softened. He reaches out to squeeze Trixie’s hand once.

            “It’s okay—“ he begins but cuts himself off, “actually, I don’t know if it’s okay. I have no idea how Katya thinks. He’s great, really, I just— I just know how you are when you fall in love. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. And he’s done it before.”

            “Don’t,” Trixie says as a warning.

            “I know. I know what happened. You forgave him so I don’t really have a right to say anything. But Trix, if you’re not going to let yourself be worried about that, let me be worried. I’ll hold that little grudge for you.”

            Trixie takes a moment, feelings of affection bubble in his chest. It’s probably the alcohol in his system but he begins to wonder if there’s an alternate universe in which he moved to Chicago after Drag Race instead of L. A. He could go to Roscoe’s and Berlin regularly to watch T-Rex host and hype him up and get drunk with him back stage. Maybe he wouldn’t be as busy as he is now and he would have more nights with Shea and Kim and all the girls that accepted him ten years ago.

            “T…” Trixie begins, her voice cracking.

            “Don’t cry, bitch,” T-Rex puts his hands up and Trixie can see the flush on his cheeks and hear the light slurring of his words, “cause I’m tipsy enough to cry and they’re gonna see that we’re sissies and they will beat us up, I swear.”

            “Ahh! Stop acting like this bar is Westboro Baptist!”

            Trixie is laughing loudly, too emotional to care when a couple of tears slide down his face. He appreciates T-Rex, really, although it begins to dawn on him that something doesn’t add up.

            “What exactly did Kim tell you?” Trixie asks after running the back of his hand across his eyes.

            “That you were fulfilling your fan-manifested destiny and slowly realizing that you were in love with Katya,” T-Rex shrugs. At Trixie’s lack of response, he squints his eyes, “Why? Is there anything else?”

            It’s a half-truth, Trixie thinks. Maybe Kim deserves more credit than they usually give him. The bitch knew what really needed to be kept a secret. Besides, Kim telling their friends is probably as much of a push on Trixie’s back that Kim will ever give him, since he’s always been too stubborn to ask for help. Trixie supposes that “being in love” is a way to summarize it, albeit misleading.

            “There’s a ghost haunting me,” Trixie admits.

            “What?”

            “And I think that he’s haunting Katya, too,” Trixie stares at a space just above T-Rex’ head, “He’s been freaking out and kissing me so much suddenly.”

            “Wait- wait- what?”

            “I don’t know, I think he knows. I think he does, I think it’s starting to manifest onto him and I guess being someone’s reincarnation can drive someone a little crazy.” Hearing himself say it out loud, Trixie recognizes the absurdity of the situation. He begins to suspect that maybe Kim just didn’t believe him after all. “I don’t know if Kim is being a good friend or a bad one.”

            T-Rex, still confused, looks like he’s about to give up on the night. He taps his bottle against Trixie’s, the clink is loud against the song fading to the end. The only one who can ever prove me was the son of a preacher man.

            “What else is new?” T-Rex scoffs, “That’s why I should have been your first call.”

            Katya knows he’s being greedy. He knows that’s it’s just selfishness when his hands wrap around the back of Trixie’s neck so he can pull him down harshly for a kiss. He knows that he’s acting spoiled when he scratches on Trixie’s nape so he can feel him gasp against his mouth, so Katya can slide his tongue between Trixie’s lips. Katya’s always been susceptible to indulgences— no need to hold back when the world is unstoppably racing to it’s tragic finish—and indulge he does because Trixie’s so hot when he has that hazy look in his half-lidded eyes and when and Katya can feel Trixie’s low moan vibrate throughout his body when he kisses him on his throat. He’s only fucking human.

            Really, Trixie should be the one with the self-control about this. As much as Katya feels sorry for burdening the boy with the mental labor, Trixie is the one who picked that role for himself when he decided to be the straight man to Katya’s performative sexual advances.

            An hour ago he invited Trixie over to “hang-out” and the pregnant pause that followed told Katya that Trixie knew exactly what he wanted. Katya waited on the rejection but the only thing he heard was “yeah, okay.” The phone call equivalent of a shrug. Katya feels like a kid being given free reign of the Chocolate Factory.

            What business does Trixie have indulging him in his whims? Katya should really be filing a complaint; this is not the relationship dynamic he signed up for. But then he hears Trixie whimper when he bites his lips and Katya can’t help but think, praise Willy fucking Wonka.

            Katya drags Trixie across the room by the lapels of his shirt. Walking backwards, he’s relying on his muscle memory of the general location of his wares so he won’t trip on a coffee table on the way to the couch. Trixie grunts, complaining wordlessly, but he moves along obediently. When Katya’s calves feel cushions, he spins them both around and pushes Trixie onto the couch and he lands with a huff. Trixie frowns at him, but Katya immediately climbs on top of him, knees on either side of Trixie’s thighs, and smashes their lips together again. He feels Trixie freeze, and whenever he does, Katya thinks Trixie is finally going to push him away and ask questions. He never does. Soon enough, Trixie’s back on the same page, and Katya feels Trixie’s fingers curl around his belt loops.

            Katya is stupidly hard against his briefs, the kind of achingly hard erection that he thinks is impressive for his age. Trixie is, too, probably, but they never go further than this. Katya is sure that that would be too far for Trixie— he doesn’t want to think of what it means if it wasn’t.

            Still, like a true hedonist, he double downs on his kisses. He knows he can make-out for hours, he loves it. Katya wants Trixie sweating under him, he wants his tongue sliding in between Trixie’s lips to press on the roof of his mouth and feel the canines of his teeth. He needs Trixie to swallow all of those questions he won’t ask. Katya knows he’s being greedy.

            In the pause of catching their breath, Katya is resting his head on Trixie’s shoulder, pressing lazy kisses on Trixie’s collar bone.

            “Brian,” Trixie whispers. Katya’s body goes rigid, he can feel his heart beat in his ears. “My jaw hurts. Can we take a break?”

            “Oh,” Katya makes a move to get off Trixie and when he plops down on to the space beside him, he begins to feel the strain on his thighs. He watches Trixie walk to the kitchen, picking up the electric kettle on his way to the sink. Katya can feel the sweat run down from his forehead. He ponders on turning up the AC but he decides against getting up. Trixie already has an unopened box of tea from the cupboard and Katya notes how effectively Trixie navigates his space— he’s pretty sure the tea is something Trixie gifted him from before. When the water boils, Trixie pours it in the mug with the bag he place inside. He waits a few seconds before turning around to face Katya.

            Katya is immediately reminded why he doesn’t like this much distance between them. It’s because Trixie looks at him like that. Like he’s looking for something in Katya, something that’s impossible for him to give. Katya hates it when Trixie has that gaze that doesn’t seem to see him but something beyond him. Something in him that deserves all the tenderness from Trixie that he never worked to earn. It’s because Trixie looks at him like that that Katya kisses him roughly, can’t help but dig his nails into Trixie’s biceps and bite hard at his earlobe. The harsher he treats Trixie, the more that Katya feels like Trixie is really looking at him. The more Trixie bites back, the further away they get from the gentle, school-boy kisses in his dreams. Katya needs this to be realer than the dreams.

            But somehow, after everything, Trixie can still afford to look at him like that.

            “Why are you letting me do this to you?” Katya asks suddenly. The distaste sits on his mouth. Still, it throws Trixie off like he wanted to and the affectionate gaze turns into a scowl.

            “Don’t be a cunt,” Trixie replies curtly.

            Katya deserves it, he’s not the one who should be asking questions. Not when he hasn’t answered any of Trixie’s unspoken ones. He sits up properly and his right leg starts to bounce as soon as his feet hit the floor. He should let it go, just enjoy what he’s getting, enjoy that Trixie hasn’t been demanding anything from him. But Katya sees the angry bruise forming on Trixie’s neck from when he sucked on it so much, he sees the slight swell on Trixie’s lips.

            “I’ve been dreaming about you, you know,” Katya breathes, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

            Trixie tries to hide his reaction by sipping on his tea but Katya sees the whirlwind forming in his eyes.

            “Tell me about them, Brian.”

            And Katya should tell him. Tell him about the dreams where he wasn’t himself but Trixie was Trixie and he was looking at not-Katya and kissed him so tenderly. In those dreams he was a different boy and made promises he swore he could keep and counted the bruises on Trixie’s skin. In that other life, Trixie would fiddle with the rosary around his neck while he’s telling Trixie he would never hurt him.

            Katya doesn’t understand it, but he knows that that’s what Trixie has been looking from him, in those longing looks. He feels like if he gives it to Trixie, Trixie will never look at him again. Trixie would only see the stupid illusion of a boy that his brain pretends to be when he’s asleep.

            “Brian, tell me about the dreams,” Trixie asks of him again, his voice cracking, “please.”

            “I was a painter in Vienna at the turn of the 20th century. I first saw you from my balcony window and called for you to come up. I kiss you and every night you would climb my window so I can kiss you some more. I never ask you about your job or your family or the sheet music you dropped that had the name Екатерина crossed out on top,” Katya says this in a rush and he can see Trixie slowly deflate, his lips pressing into a thin, hard line. It’s a lie, he thinks, and Trixie recognizes the lie. “Every time I see you, I paint a little bit of you. My canvas is starting to look like a grotesque monster.”

            After a beat, Trixie sets his cup down loudly on the counter. He marches over to the couch and Katya wonders if he’s finally crossed the line, if he’s pushed Trixie over the edge and he’s going to lose Trixie forever. He thinks that Trixie is going to slap him. Instead, Trixie grabs two fistfuls of his shirt and pulls him up to a rough kiss. Their teeth clack painfully but Trixie doesn’t stop, keeping Katya suspended, half-sitting. The hands are holding onto him so tightly that he starts to feel lightheaded. Trixie’s never been this rough with him. And he hates pain, but if Trixie manhandles him, he doesn’t mind, especially not when he can practically feel his dick pulsating in his pants.

            Trixie shove him back to the couch, the impact knocking the wind out of him. Before he can catch his breath, he’s already being straddled, Trixie grinding roughly against his concealed boner. Katya groans and grabs Trixie’s ass, pressing them down against him as he bucks his hips upward. Katya feels fingers dig at his shoulders.

            When he looks up he sees Trixie glowering over him, hot angry tears sliding down his face. Katya stops. His hands reach up to touch Trixie jawline, he feels the moisture on his thumb. He makes a move to wipe them, he wants to.

            “Trix, let me fuck you,” he tells Trixie instead.

            Trixie throws his head back to laugh a humorless laugh.

            “You’re a fucking psychopath,” Trixie says before reaching down and sliding his hand inside Katya’s pants, cupping his erection over his underwear. Katya’s breath hitches. Trixie leans forward until his lips touch Katya’s earlobe. “If we’re going to have sex, I’ll be the one fucking you.”

            With that, Trixie promptly gets up, collect his things on the coffee table, and walks out the door without looking back. The door frame shakes at the impact of it being slammed shut.

            It takes a minute for Katya’s brain to catch up with him. He finds himself alone in his living room, slumped on a couch, panting. His hard dick is struggling against his clothes, calling for his attention. But Katya doesn’t dare touch it.

[jaunes-erotic-world]

MILF and Cookies

///Hey everyone I decided to repost this old story with a few small tweaks here and there. It's cross posted on AO3 on my Arc_rotica page. Enjoy///

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Jaune was one of the only young man in the neighborhood where he lived. Most of the residents were girls his age or single mothers. Because of this ever since his growth spurt hit he was doing jobs around his neighbors’ houses. The general odd jobs that would be done by ‘the men of the house’. Hey didn’t complain, too much, since he usually got paid. Today he was called across the street to help Kali Belladonna with something.

When he got the he was greeted with a smile, “Hello Jaune thank you so much for coming over I really need your help with something.”

“It’s no problem Ms Belladonna I’m always happy to help,” he returned her smile.

“You are so sweet. I need to take care of something upstairs real quick so why don’t you wait in the living room while I finish up. I put out some cookies fresh from the oven so please help yourself,” she said before walking upstairs a sway in her hips that drew the eye to her amazing ass.

Jaune took a seat in the living room and took a bite into a cookie as he looked around the room. No boxes that needed lifting, the curtains were hanging properly, no sign that the furniture needed to be moved, the computer seemed to be working as did the TV, heck even the lightbulbs and fire alarm seemed to be functional, 'Why did Ms Belladonna ask me to come over,’ the young man wondered completely unaware of the attire his sexy neighbor was putting on up stairs.

As stated before Jaune was pretty much the only guy in the neighborhood, one full of single MILFs at that. Jaune had matured well over the years, a few inches above 6ft, strong muscles from some work outs he’s been doing recently, and a outline of something impressive that occasionally made an appearance when he wore tight pants or shorts. He often was the subject of the talks that women in the neighborhood would have, when his mother/ sisters weren’t around. Those talks were more frequent after his 18th birthday a month ago, finally of age and many cougars were considering taking at least a taste of the 'finely prepared meat', and Kali was one of them.

She knew he was attracted to her, every time he came to help her or hang out with Blake and their friends, his eyes were often glued to her hips or ass, just like they were when she walked up the stairs.

Kali took one last look in the mirror smirking before she sauntered downstairs to claim a treat, 'He ate the cookies I made so it’s only fair that I drink the milk he makes.’ She reached the bottom of the stairs and saw Jaune looking around the living room as she strode in. “Sorry to make you wait I just needed to get changed for what you’ll be helping me with,” she said.

“Oh it’s no problem-em-em,” Jaune stuttered as he looked upon Kali, she wore only a see through purple negligee, her nipples as hard as diamonds, she was sporting a Vacuon waxed nether regions, and a pussy so wet that her juices dripped down her plump thighs.

“You see Jaune ever since what happened with Ghira I’ve been so lonely,” Kali said pouting her sexy full lips. “My body has been in terrible pain, it begs for the touch of a man, that’s why I need help, yours and no one else’s.” She sashayed over to where he was sitting, he was still so shell shocked that he couldn't react as she mounted his leg and rubbed her pussy against it letting her juices soak into the fabric of his pants. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue licking his lips asking for permission before simply entering his mouth without it.

His body responded and returned the kiss, even though his mind was still not yet fully back to reality. They kissed passionately as she continued to get herself off by humping his leg. When he was finally back, mentally, and was now kissing her back intensely and his hands stroking her back, lightly pulling her hair and squeezing her big heart shaped ass. The way his large hand explored her body caused her to scream into his mouth, a torrent of love juices sprayed from her tight hole and covered his left leg as she came.

Kali dismounted his leg and turned around and put her hands on the table lifting her perfect Bellabooty, presenting it to him as if she was a bitch in heat. “I’m so sorry Jaune, but I-I c-can’t wait any longer I need it now. I promise I’ll suck you off, titfuck you, give you an assjob anything you want, whenever you want, but please right now fuck my pussy fuck me like the bitch in heat I am,” she begged him like she was losing her mind.

What she didn’t realize in her begging state Jaune had stripped had already stripped naked, his cock as hard as possible and the very second she stopped begging for his rod he rammed it all the way in in a single thrust. She cried out loudly orgasming once more but ever stronger than before, her voice even louder especially since her mouth was no longer muffled by Jaune’s. Her orgasmic scream was so loud that the neighbors who were passing past the house heard and knew what was going on. Some women cheered for her, others cursed her for getting to him first, some excited that the plunge had been taken not only confirming the quality of 'the goods' but also checking he was perfectly ok with MILFs, but undoubtedly they were all jealous and horny.

Jaune's pelvis slapped hard against the faunus' perfect ass, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. “More fuck me more make me your bitch I love you thick cock so much fuck me till I lose my mind,” Kali’s pussy was so wet so sensitive and her hormones were going so wild that with each thrust of the young man's powerful hips it felt like a miniature climax.

“Ms Belladonna it feels so good,” Jaune moaned his cock slamming against her cervix as her pussy tried to milk him of his seed.

“Kali, call me Kali or Bitch or Slut whatever you want, right now I'm not a mother or the upstanding member of the community I've worked so hard to be, right now I am a fucked silly MILF,” she cried out. “Fuck me harder make me your slut, your naughty kitty, make me your's”

Her words tapped into something primal, the animalistic urge to fuck and breed. His hips went harder and harder slamming his massive cock into her tight hole as much as possible, he raised his hand up high and brought it down swiftly the blond spanked the object of so many of his wet dreams Kali's big fat sexy Bellabooty. The young man watched it jiggle and bounce the red handprint he left on her soft olive skin was could be seen as a brand on the woman that she was his. She seemed to approve as her pussy tightened around his cock when he did.

The stimulation was finally too much and finally it was his turn, “Im cumming,” he shouted

“Inside. Cum inside me, today is a safe day. So fill me up with your hot thick milk feed this kitty her cream,” she shouted.

Jaune did as she requested and he shot rope after rope of thick cum inside her tight wet pussy, he filled her womb and still had more for the rest of her pussy. The blast of hot man milk caused her to shiver and she came one final time. Her eyes had rolled into her head and her arms gave out causing her upper body to fall onto the living room table, she was in a puddle of her own drool. As Jaune made to pull out he felt her walls clench around him. Barely conscious, her eyes not even half lidded Kali managed to slur, “Moh I ned moh”

Whenever the women in the neighborhood asked him to do a task for them, he would do as asked till they were satisfied. But he never expected that one day he would need to satisfy one of them like this, but an Arc never goes back on his word.

Jaune proceeded to fuck Kali over and over, both of them achieving multiple climaxes times. When Kali could no longer handle anymore and finally passed out Jaune took a seat back on the couch and admired his handy work. Kali's tongue was hanging out of her mouth, her face in a puddle of drool, cum flowing out of her pussy like a waterfall pooling on the carpet, her back had received a few coats of 'white paint' and her ass numerous red marks. Jaune was extremely happy that not only did he loose his virginity but it was to an insanely hot MILF.

Meanwhile, in some of the other women where looking through their clothes, from lingerie, bikinis, their daughter's school uniforms, etc. """If Kali took the dive I will too"""

[zen3to5]

J/H 4-04: Hyde Goes Cruisin’

Okay, time for a page-one rewrite!

Some of you could probably guess that this episode would be on the list for a rewrite project like this. And I actually think it's been changed enough that the original title doesn't fit anymore. So, instead of "Hyde Gets the Girl," you have "Hyde Goes Cruisin'." We assume that 4-03, "Pinciotti vs. Forman," remains the same.

A few scenes here adapt material, not only from scenes cut from other rewritten scripts, but also the characters from the old That '70s Show website. My understanding is that those were treated as semi-official, so I figured they were fair game.

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SHOW TITLE   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY   A slow afternoon. HYDE sits in his chair, ERIC sits on one end of the couch, and FEZ on the other. The boys are watching HOLLYWOOD SQUARES, though only Fez seems invested.   FEZ: Elke Sommer to block. Elke Sommer to block. (it doesn’t work) Oh, you stupid son of a bitch!   ERIC: (sighs) Donna loved Hollywood Squares.   HYDE: Ah, Forman. Come on, man. Give it a rest, huh? So you’re single now. That’s a good thing! Now you’re like me, man. You’re free to be with lots of subpar, somewhat sleazy chicks. It’s Christmas, baby!   FEZ: Oh, you disguise your heart, Hyde, but I know you need love.   HYDE: Why’s that?   FEZ: (beat) ‘Cause I need it.   ERIC: (to Hyde) No, he’s right, man. I mean, Donna and I might have broken up, but you liked Jackie and you never even had her. You’re telling me that doesn’t hurt?   HYDE: Come on, Forman. You didn’t think that was serious, did you? I was just settin’ up for the biggest burn ever on Kelso.   ERIC: You got them back together.   HYDE: (shrugs) Know when to fold ‘em, man. (stands) Now, hey – this Friday night, you’re coming out cruisin’ for chicks with me in the El Camino. Of course, if we meet anyone hot, I’m taking her, but I’m sure we can find you a girl just this side of gross.   He claps Eric on the shoulder and exits through the basement door.   ERIC: (to Fez) No. I don’t care what he says. That unholy little demon crush Hyde had on Jackie, that was real, and it hurts him that she’s back with Kelso. And just once, I wish we could catch him with his guard down about it, so we could make fun of him. We’d be all, “hey, Hyde...”   He gestures wildly, looking for the right insult.   ERIC (cont’d): “You really liked a girl and you blew it! Yeah, burn! Welcome to Hell!” (beat) Oh, God, I’m in Hell!   He throws his head back and moans as Fez turns back to the TV.

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - DAY   Early afternoon. Friday has come. KITTY sits at the kitchen table, going through one of many catalogues she has out. They all concern interior design.   RED enters from the living room, sees Kitty reading.   RED: What’s all this?   KITTY: Hmm? Oh, well, I’ve been taking so much work for the church home with me, I’m thinking of turning one of the empty rooms we have into a workspace.   RED: (beat) When you say “empty rooms,” are you counting my garage?   KITTY: No.   RED: Sounds great. I’ll find you a good, cheap contractor.   KITTY: Oh, no, no, no, no. This is something I want to handle myself.   RED: This is gonna be expensive, isn’t it?   KITTY: Maybe.   RED: Don’t you like anything cheap?   KITTY: I like you.   She smiles up at him. Red rolls his eyes and heads to the fridge for a beer.   Eric enters from the basement and heads for the patio door.   ERIC: Hey. Hyde and I are going tonight.   KITTY: Oh, good. I asked Jackie over for some decorating help, so it’ll be nice for Steven to have something to do on a Friday night without his girlfriend.   ERIC: Mom, we keep telling you, Jackie is not...   He recognizes the opening for a burn, and he takes it.   ERIC (cont’d): ... Ever going to pass up a chance to share her knowledge of interior design, and if that means giving up a date night – well then, that’s just a sacrifice Hyde will have to make.   Kitty chuckles and smiles at him. He grins back and heads out the patio door.   CUT TO:   EXT. HUB PARKING LOT – DAY   Most of the lot is taken up by a promotional booth and table for WFPP, and a white-and-green Volkswagen Samba. MAX stands by the table with a clipboard in hand. DONNA and her co-worker MELISSA man the booth, its speakers blaring out rock music.   KELSO and BOB circle admiringly around the Samba as a few other interested parties place hands on it.   KELSO: Oh, man! (to Bob) Oh, I hope I win this van! I really need a place to do it with Jackie.   He grins and turns back to the Samba, oblivious to Bob’s discomfort.   At the booth, Melissa nudges Donna with her elbow.   MELISSA: Check out that idiot’s ‘fro.   She points to Bob and chuckles.   DONNA: That’s my dad.   MELISSA: Oh! Uh...   DONNA: No... okay, yeah, you’re right.   They laugh as Max crosses over to the crowd around the van.   MAX: Okay, listen up, everybody. Welcome to the WFPP Hand 2 Van giveaway. The rules are simple: you place one hand on the van. If you remove your hand for any reason, you’re out. Last person to remove his hand wins the van.   Those interested, including Bob and Kelso, place a hand on the Samba.   MAX (cont’d): Any questions?   One DUPE raises his hand – the hand he had on the van.   MAX (cont’d): You’re out.   The dupe slinks away.   MAX (cont’d): Any other questions?   A disreputable-looking character with a bad moustache approaches – DANIEL.   DANIEL: Don’t start without me, Max.   MAX: Oh, God.   Slowly, confidently, Daniel makes his way around the van until he stands across from Kelso and Bob.   DANIEL: Hello. My name is Daniel, and I have won every WFPP contest since the Weber Gas Grill Trampoline Bounce of 1972. I am unbeatable. So, the choice is yours: joy or despair... pleasure or pain...   He slips a glove onto his right hand and holds it up.   DANIEL (cont’d): Life or death.   He slaps his hand down on the Samba.   DANIEL (cont’d): I am Daniel! And I cannot be beaten.   He is determined, Bob is unnerved, and Kelso is giddy and slightly impressed.   BUMPER   EXT. ROAD – EVENING   The El Camino is parked on the street in-between the Forman and Pinciotti homes. Hyde is at the wheel, Eric sits in the passenger’s seat, and Fez is wedged into the space in between.   HYDE: Alright, boys, let’s hit the road.   He starts up the car.   FEZ: Hyde, when we cruise a girl, how long do we have to talk to them before they will french us?   HYDE: That depends on what kind of girl you’re cruising for. Which is why I suggest you aim low. Real low.   ERIC: Well, I’m already at the bottom of a black pit of despair, so I think I’m about as low as I can get.   HYDE: (to Eric) Hey, none of that mopey crap, all right? (to Fez) And you, don’t come on all needy. You gotta be aloof.   FEZ: (beat) Did you just call me a loof? Because if so, I will have to kick you in your nads.   HYDE: No, man – aloof. Distant. Zen.   FEZ: (beat) Well, that’s not what “loof” means in my language.   HYDE: Look, I don’t care what you think it means, that’s what it means here. Now, come on – let’s ride.   He shifts out of park, Fez turns on the radio, and off they go.   CUT TO:   MONTAGE, moving from evening to night. Set to “We Gotta Get You A Woman” by Todd Rundgren. Beginning on a side shot of the El Camino pulling up to a light. Hyde, Eric and Fez look out the passenger window, grinning and nodding at what they see. And what they see is, in succession:   A) A SHORT-HAIRED BLONDE with pouty lips.   BLONDE: I’m on my way to Bible study. You in?   B) AN OLDER WOMAN.   OLDER WOMAN: You with the curly hair – I think I used to date your dad. Isn’t that a turn-on?   C) A LONG-HAIRED PRISSY GIRL.   PRISSY: I don’t know... I usually only date guys who aren’t as good-looking as me. Otherwise, I’d never date.   D) AN INTENSE GIRL.   INTENSE GIRL: My boyfriend’s in jail, so I guess I could fool around. (beat) Wait... I think he just busted out...   E) A BIG-TOOTHED REDHEAD.   REDHEAD: You know, I’m workin’ the pedals here with just one real leg. Wanna guess which one it is?   F) A MOUSY BRUNETTE, too paralyzed with fear to say anything. She giggles nervously and speeds off.   END MONTAGE. It’s now dark outside. The El Camino idles in a parking space. Hyde is chill, but Eric and Fez both look disturbed.   ERIC:  Well, that was all... deeply unsettling.   FEZ: (to Hyde) How many women who do not cause nightmares do you get in this way?   HYDE: I’d say it averages out to nine chicks a month. Subtract the six who turn out psycho, the two who get too attached, and the one that ditches ya.   ERIC: (beat) That comes to zero women.   HYDE: (shrugs) Hey, I’ve still got the El Camino.   He pats the dashboard as he brings his car into park.   ERIC: I don’t know, Hyde. Does a car and nine no-gos a month really fill the void left by a certain tiny cheerleader? One shrill of voice and intolerable for the sane among us, but with a certain naïve charm that some curly-haired rebels just can’t resist?   HYDE: Does a Vista Cruiser and a bitchy attitude make up for running off the hottest redhead in Wisconsin?   He exits the car, leaving Eric to consider that. Fez leans forward to look out the still-open driver’s door and call after Hyde:   FEZ: This is not over, Johnny Cool! (to Eric) Boy, what a loof.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – NIGHT   Kitty and her catalogues have moved over to the stovetop. She stands over it with JACKIE at her side. Red sits at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich.   KITTY: Thank you for helping me figure out what to do with my new workspace, Jackie. I’m sure you’d rather be out with your boyfriend on a Friday night, but -   JACKIE: Oh, please. I needed a reason to get away tonight. I couldn’t take another second of hearing how we’ll be “hittin’ the road with his new wheels.”   KITTY: (shakes head) Oh, don’t get me started on men and cars, we will be here all night.   She laughs and opens up one of the catalogues.   KITTY (cont’d): Now, most of what I do at the church is helping plan events and fundraisers, so I just need a nice little space to set up a desk and hunker down with the paperwork.   Jackie nods agreeably. She picks up a catalogue and flips through it. At a certain page, she gasps and holds it up for Kitty to see.   JACKIE:  What about this? The Le Palais Bulles look. Pierre Cardin built his house like this on the French Riviera. Ocean view, bean bags for furniture, and the whole house is shaped like a bubble.   KITTY: (beat) Okay, um... my house is shaped like a... like a house. A bean bag is not a desk. And we don’t have an ocean view. We don’t even have a Lake Michigan view. (laughs)   Jackie considers this, turns back to the catalogue.   JACKIE: Ooh, you could model your workspace after Priscilla Presley’s home. She’s got this giant gold chess set that shows off that she’s rich, but she’s also got those crochet patterns old ladies like. That’d be perfect for you, Mrs. Forman!   She beams and bobs on her feet. Kitty gives her a fixed smile, glances around her to Red. He grins back.   RED: How’s doing it yourself working out?   He takes a big bite of her sandwich as Jackie calls Kitty’s attention to another design.   BUMPER   EXT. HUB PARKING LOT - NIGHT   The Hand 2 Van contest goes on. A few have dropped out, but Bob, Kelso, and Daniel remain.   Donna crosses to Bob and passes a tin and a pick to his free hand.   DONNA: Here, Dad. Some mints and your Afro pick.   BOB: Oh, thank God, Donna. My hair was starting to look silly.   Donna smiles, gives Kelso a friendly jab on the shoulder, and heads back to the booth. Daniel follows her with his eyes the whole way.   DANIEL: Hey, check out the redhead.   BOB: That redhead is my baby girl, Donna. I’m her dad.   DANIEL: I want Donna to call me “daddy.”   Kelso’s jaw drops as Bob trembles with rage. Finally, he can’t take it anymore – he takes his hand off the van and advances on Daniel.   BOB: That’s it!   Max hurries over from the table.   MAX: Ah, Bob! You took your hand off the van – you lose!   Max shakes his head and walks away. Bob glares at Daniel.   BOB: This isn’t over.   DANIEL: It is for you. Now, get out of here.   He nods his head toward the street. Bob stares him down for a moment, then slinks off to Max’s table.   Daniel slides along the van to get right up in a grinning Kelso’s face.   DANIEL (cont’d): And so begins the battle of wits.   KELSO: Oh, man. I’ve never been good at wits.   DANIEL: (flat) Really?   BUMPER   MUSIC NOTE: “Rockaway Beach by the Ramones.   INT. HUB - NIGHT   Between it being Friday night and the giveaway going on outside, the Hub is happening – lots of teens, and lots of them girls. “Rockaway Beach” plays on the jukebox. Donna and Melissa chat near the window, and a tall, stout, badly-dressed and poorly groomed girl with glasses struts the floor – at last, we meet BIG RHONDA.   Hyde, Eric, and Fez enter. Donna crosses to them.   DONNA: Hey, guys. What’s going on?   HYDE: Quick pit stop.   DONNA: Cool. There’s a keg behind the radio booth and the guy watching it isn’t checking I.D.s.   The boys all nod and mosey on into the Hub. Hyde and Eric stop to talk to a DARK-HAIRED GIRL and her friends, but Fez’s eye lands on Big Rhonda, near the pinball machine. He crosses over to her.   FEZ: So, you are the notorious Big Rhonda?   RHONDA: Yep. That’s my name. You must be that little foreign cocoa puff.   Fez nods, looks Rhonda over. She gives him a friendly slug on the shoulder.   RHONDA (cont’d): Hey, wanna join me in hittin’ that keg outside? First one to down five cups buys me a hot dog.   Fez raises his eyebrows, intrigued. He allows Rhonda to lead him outside.   Near the bathroom door, Hyde and Eric chat up the dark-haired girl, who leans against the wall.   DARK-HAIRED GIRL: It’s not like head cheerleader’s always the most talented, but in my case, it’s true.   Neither of the boys has an answer to that. The girl leaves them to re-join her friends.   ERIC: (to Hyde) God, would you look at her? Small, dark, and shallow. Hey, just your type, Hyde.   HYDE: Looks like your type’s being picked up.   He points over Eric’s shoulder. Eric looks, sees Donna chatting with a good-looking guy.   Deflated, Eric sighs, wanders over to a round table and leans against it. He doesn’t even notice the cute girl, KATIE, sitting there. She looks up at him and smiles.   KATIE: Hey.   Eric doesn’t respond.   KATIE (cont’d): So... that Hand 2 Van contest, huh?   ERIC: Yuh-huh.   KATIE: And the words kind of sound alike, so that’s always fun.   ERIC: Look – no offense, but I’m really not in the mood for talking. I just broke up with my girlfriend, so…   KATIE: Aww... you poor thing.   She puts a hand on his arm.   KATIE (cont’d): You know, you have these sad lips that are just so hot.   ERIC: (beat) Really?   He pulls up a chair and sits across from Katie.   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. HUB – NIGHT   Picking up right where we left off. “Come On, Come On” by Cheap Trick now plays on the jukebox. Hyde chats with Melissa near the counter. Eric is still at the table with Katie. Fez and Rhonda have come back in from the keg and stand near the pinball machine.   RHONDA: This summer, I’m going to visit my aunt in Mississippi.   FEZ: Oh, you’re going away? That is sad.   RHONDA: Hey, you should come with me, chocolate milk!   She slaps him on the chest and downs what’s left of the beer in her cup.   At their table, Katie pulls her seat in closer to Eric, so that they’re right next to each other.   KATIE: When I looked up and saw you, I saw a guy who was wounded. The guy who sits in the dark, waiting for the light to find him again.   At that moment, Donna comes in from the contest. She sees Eric and Katie, and Eric sees her.   ERIC: (to Katie) If only I could find this light you speak of, then maybe – just maybe – my pain might go away.   KATIE: Would it help if I held you?   ERIC: I doubt it. (beat) But let’s try, Katie.   They hug.   ERIC (cont’d): Yeah, lower – yeah.   Donna remains by the door, fuming.   Hyde takes a sip from his red cup and looks Melissa over.   HYDE: So, what do you do for fun?   MELISSA: We’re in Wisconsin. So, nothing.   HYDE: So you wouldn’t want to do something some time?   MELISSA: Sorry. I did something last night, and I already made plans for some time.   She moves around him, brushing his shoulder with hers as she walks, and heads outside.   Fez and Rhonda have taken over an empty table. Fez stands on it and raises his red beer cup high. He’s not exactly steady on his feet.   FEZ: A toast: to all my good friends. I will miss you when I blow out of this burg with the beautiful Big Rhonda.   He actually picks up some applause.   FEZ (cont’d): Now, it’s off to Mississiphylis!   He downs the rest of his beer. He slips off the table and is caught bridal-style by Rhonda.   CUT TO:   EXT. HUB PARKING LOT – NIGHT   On goes the contest. Kelso and Daniel are all that’s left. Bob comes around the van with a coffee cup, hands it to Kelso.   BOB: Here, Kelso. Thought you might need some coffee to keep you going.   He exits, shooting Daniel a dirty look as he does so. Kelso quickly downs his coffee.   DANIEL: (to Kelso) Hey, you know what would be fun? Seeing which one of us could drink the most coffee, huh?   Kelso laughs and nods.   DANIEL (cont’d): Oh, no. You’ll just lose.   KELSO: No, I would not. I could so beat you!   DANIEL: Well, I doubt that.   KELSO: Oh, you’re goin’ down!   TIME LAPSE   Moments later. Kelso drains a cup of coffee and throws it down in triumph.   KELSO: That’s my six to your one!   DANIEL: Yeah, you really whipped me. Kelso, you ever been to Niagara Falls?   KELSO: Uh-uh.   DANIEL: Don’t you like the soothing sound of water?   KELSO: Yeah, I guess.   DANIEL: You ever sat beside a babbling brook, listening to the beautiful, steady stream of water?   KELSO: Well, I – okay, I don’t know if you realize this, but all this talk about water’s really making me have to go pee.   DANIEL: Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. Yeah, I can see that “urine” a lot of pain.   KELSO: Yeah, well, you better shut up, ‘cause you’re gonna have to go too.   DANIEL: That’s where you’re wrong: I am going.   He pulls up his pant leg, revealing a thermos strapped to his ankle with a tube stretching up into his pants.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - NIGHT   The decorating continues, and not well. Red is still at the kitchen table, now reading a newspaper. Kitty leans on the stovetop, trying to keep calm. Jackie is the only one still upbeat as she keeps flipping through catalogues.   JACKIE: Ooh, what about this one, Mrs. Forman? (shows Kitty) Barbara Streisand has a big desk next to the antique armchair. And just look at that chandelier.   KITTY: (beat) A chandelier? What am I going to do with a chandelier? There are two rooms in this house that I could use as a workspace, and neither one is even tall enough for a chandelier!   JACKIE: Okay, I’m sensing you’re not in love with the chandelier. (flips through catalogue) Oh, but Lee Raziwill has this gorgeous -   Kitty takes the catalogue from Jackie and shuts it.   KITTY: Okay, okay – I’ve changed my mind. I think I’ll just bring in a contractor to set up my workspace.   RED: And there it is.   He folds up his newspaper and checks his watch.   RED (cont’d): And hey, it didn’t even take as long as I thought.   He grins at a pouting Kitty, stands, and exits into the living room.   KITTY: Oh, well. Thank you anyway, Jackie, for all the help you were... you were trying to give. Tell you what – the night’s still young. Why don’t you go see if you can catch up with your boyfriend?   JACKIE:  Yeah, I should probably check on Michael, see how that radio giveaway’s going.   KITTY: (beat) Michael? Honey, you mean Steven.   JACKIE: No, I mean Michael.   KITTY: But I thought you were going to check on your boyfriend.   JACKIE: Yeah... Michael is my boyfriend. We got back together weeks ago. Steven’s the one who made sure we made things up.   Kitty jaw goes slack as she stares at Jackie.   KITTY: You’re back together with Michael? All the time you kids spend in my house, and no one tells me anything!   She shakes her head and throws up her hands.   CUT TO:   INT. HUB - NIGHT   The jukebox now plays “Sweet Talkin’ Woman” by the Electric Light Orchestra. While Eric and Katie continue to chat (and Donna continues to fume), Hyde leads Fez by the shoulder toward the door, just of out earshot of Rhonda, who is scarfing down hot dogs at a table near the pinball.   FEZ: I know I just met her, Hyde, but I love her. She is sturdy. I want to climb her.   HYDE: Man, you are desperate to give it away.   FEZ: Yes. Yes I am.   HYDE: Okay, Fez, time for a little advice. First: if a chick outweighs you by thirty pounds, you’re in for trouble.   FEZ: Oh, I’ll put on weight. I’ll bridge the gap.   HYDE: And that brings me to my second point: when used separately, chicks and booze are a lot of fun. But mix ‘em up, and you end spending your summer ass-deep in a swamp down south in Dixie.   Fez looks down in thought as Hyde pats him on the back.   Eric and Katie have moved into the booth seat. Eric briefly glances at Donna as Katie rubs his back.   ERIC: (to Katie) If you really think that putting my head on your lap will make me feel better... I mean, I guess I should try.   He adjusts himself so that he can lie down in the booth seat with his head in Katie’s lap.   DONNA: All right, that’s it. (to Katie) Excuse me? Hi. I have some information -   Eric shoots upright.   ERIC: (to Katie) No, don’t listen to what she’s... I’m... she’s the one who hurt me!   DONNA: Uh-huh. Yeah. He dumped me.   KATIE: (gasps) You dumped her?   ERIC: Well, I had to. She wouldn’t... she wouldn’t take my ring.   KATIE: (to Donna) You wouldn’t take his ring?   DONNA: This is none of your business! (to Eric) And you are a sad little man.   Katie looks at Eric with much less sympathy, and he squirms uncomfortably in his seat.   CUT TO:   EXT. HUB PARKING LOT - NIGHT   A short time later. The contest is still ongoing between Kelso and Daniel. Max and Bob still man the table, while Donna and Melissa watch from the booth. But there’s a new presence in the lot: Jackie is at Kelso’s side, talking.   JACKIE: Michael, this is so much nicer than your old van. I mean, this pea-soup green is – ugh – but with a little paint job -   KELSO: You mean, like a mural, or like the Mystery Machine? Either way, I’m there!   JACKIE: (nods) Yeah, you could have an eagle, soaring majestically over the clouds, or a wild stallion charging through the desert.   KELSO: I bet ya Fez would like that one! But it might give him some ideas...   He and Jackie both wince at what kind of “ideas” he’s talking about.   KELSO (cont’d): Oh, what about one of those wizards surrounded by fire?   Daniel leans his head against the van. The conversation’s getting to him.   JACKIE: No, wait Michael, I’ve got it. The mural should be about – me!   DANIEL: Oh, my God.   KELSO: (to Jackie) Yeah, I could totally see you airbrushed on the side of the new Shaggin’ Wagon! Would you wanna be in your black dress or your new bikini?   JACKIE: Why are those my only choices? I have so many mural-worthy outfits to choose from.   KELSO: I guess that’s true. Like your lavender top with the dark gold scarf for winter.   JACKIE: Or my bottleneck paired with my red beret.   KELSO: Or your cheerleading uniform.   JACKIE: Or my -   DANIEL: Oh, my God!   He turns to face them.   DANIEL (cont’d): I can’t take it anymore! (mocking) “What should we paint the van? Shouldn’t it be me? What should I wear?”   He lets go of the van with both hands to grab Jackie and cover her mouth.   DANIEL (cont’d): SHUT UP!   But that’s Max’s cue. With a portable transmitter and microphone on him, he jumps up and crosses to the van.   MAX: And we finally have a winner!   Daniel, in shock, releases Jackie, while Kelso hops up and down, still not letting go of the van. Donna and Melissa cross to Bob, and they all applaud.   KELSO: I did it! Oh, my God, I won! (to Daniel) Who’s the best? I’m the best! Loser!   DANIEL: I’m not a loser, okay? I win everything. I don’t lose, I win! Because I’m a winner!   He slowly slinks away, calling back as he exits:   DANIEL (cont’d): I’m a winner!   With him gone, Max adjusts the transmitter and crosses to Kelso and Jackie.   MAX: So, Michael Kelso, tell Wisconsin how it feels to be WFPP’s new Hand 2 Van winner.   He holds out the microphone for Kelso, who leans in.   KELSO: Well, I guess I have to say it like this, Max: if this van’s a-rockin’, we’re in there doing it.   JACKIE: Michael!   KELSO: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m doing it with Jackie Burkhart!   Max, Bob, Donna, and Melissa all shake their heads as Jackie slaps Kelso in the chest.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – NIGHT   A short time later. Kitty is still up, back at the kitchen table with her catalogues. A portable radio, shut off, is on the table too.   Eric and Hyde enter through the patio door.   KITTY: Hello, boys.   Eric keeps walking, all the way to the basement, but Hyde stops at the kitchen table.   HYDE: Hey, Mrs. Forman. What are you doing up so late?   KITTY: Oh, just getting a few things together to show the contractor. (taps the catalogue page) You know, I do like this wallpaper Lee Radziwill used here. Guess Jackie had the right idea after all. (laughs)   HYDE: You had Jackie over?   KITTY: Uh-huh.   HYDE: (looks left and right) She still around?   KITTY: No, she went to go check on Michael. (taps radio) He just won the van giveaway. They cut the broadcast when Jackie started yelling at him for... well, for saying what they’d be doing in the van.   HYDE: Huh.   He leans on the back of a chair as he looks off into space. Kitty looks up at him in sympathy, pats his hand.   KITTY: That was a very selfless thing you did, getting them back together. I can only imagine how hard that was for you.   Hyde stirs; he realizes his guard’s down.   KITTY (cont’d): It didn’t really sink in until now, did it?   HYDE: What? No! Come on, man, that’s – pfft! Like I care.   He shrugs, jabs at the air. Kitty sees through the display. She stands, brings Hyde’s head down for a kiss on the cheek, and pats him on the shoulder before exiting into the living room.   Once she’s gone, Hyde takes his sunglasses off. He runs a hand down his face and stares off again.   Eric comes running back in from the basement.   ERIC: Oh, YES! Burn, baby, burn!   He points and snickers as Hyde scowls.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   INT. HUB – NIGHT   The crowd has finally thinned out. It’s now just Rhonda, Fez, and Donna at a round table.   FEZ: (to Rhonda) Rhonda, I cannot go to Mississippi.   RHONDA: (tearing up) So, you’re not coming?   FEZ: I’m sorry. But maybe we can go to the movies sometime.   RHONDA: And make out in the theater? Yeah! Call me.   She kisses Fez on the cheek and struts out the door.   DONNA: (to Fez) Good God, sober up, man.   FEZ: Oh, screw it, Donna. Fez likes them big, Fez likes them small, Fez likes them all.   Donna laughs and claps him on the arm.   END.

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Jeff Wittek was now the newest member of the group. Up until him, it was you. There were always jokes being flung your way and finally you would not be the joke anymore. It was not that big of a deal, but it definitely would be nice not to be joked as much. Jeff would be at the brunt of the jokes now. Or that is what you thought. In reality he was the brunt of everyone else’s jokes, but you were still joked by Jeff himself. Within the first couple of hours, he had already began to joke you. Your cheeks became red in that moment and your lips puckered. Jeff only laughed at your reaction.

Time went on and he continued to treat you like an older brother treats his younger sister, but just a little bit worse and without love. To say you were annoyed was an understatement. Every fiber in you began to feel pure anger towards him. You began to loathe the man. Of course he was beyond attractive and if he was not such an ass to you, you could have actually liked him. The second he would walk in, your whole attitude changed. You dreaded being around him.

Today was just like any other day, hanging out with some of the group. You were laid on a couch, watching TV. David was taking a couple hours break from vlogging, so you all lounged around on the couches. Comfortably, you were curled up in the blanket, eyes trained on the movie before you.

“Jesus, y/n, gotta take up the whole goddamn couch,” Jeff called, walking into the house. Everyone greeted him and he greeted them back, except for you. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes trying not to let him ruin your mood. He sat on the couch right on your legs and feet. Groaning, you slithered your legs from under his body weight and sat up. You pulled the blanket tighter around you as you tried to let the situation go. Once again, you became wrapped up in the movie and had forgotten about the previous incident. With the blanket wrapped around you tightly, you curled up against the side of the couch. After the movie finished, you let your legs stretch out and immediately, Jeff let out an annoyed noise.

“Stay on your side of the couch,” he grumbled, glancing over at you. You feet were nowhere near touching him, and yet he still was somehow annoyed. You let out a loud sigh as you adjusted yourself on the couch.

“Is it so hard for you to be nice?” you grumbled.

“No, I’m always nice,” he responded with a smirk. Huffing, you laid back down on the couch. Shortly after, Jeff groaned loudly.

“y/n move your feet,” he said, pushing your feet slightly.

“Jeff, I am not even near you,” you responded, sighing.

“Too close for my liking,” he shrugged. You clamped your eyes shut, trying your hardest not to flip out on him.

“Then don’t sit next to me,” you said, annoyed.

“Sorry, you were the only one who had a whole fucking couch to themselves,” he said, glaring at you.

“There was no problem with it until you got here!” you snarled. All the anger you kept hidden was now coming out.

“Maybe your fat ass shouldn’t claim a whole couch and be so close to me for no reason,” he shot back. At his words your jaw dropped a little bit. A pang hit your heart. He had some things, but never about your body or appearance.

“Fuck you,” you said, harshly, shoving yourself off the couch and towards the exit. Your feet were slipped into your shoes and you were halfway to your car. Someone called after you, but you didn’t care. Your body slipped into the car and you peeled out of the driveway without a second thought. As much as you tried to fight it, there was no stopping the hot tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t even sure why this hurt so much. You knew he was a dick to you and that he had never been nice to you, so why were you letting this get to you? Finally, you made it to your house and hurried into the house and to your bed. Kicking off your shoes and pants, you grabbed a big comfortable t shirt and traded that for what shirt you were currently wearing. Then you crawled into your bed.

Once your body was enveloped in the warmth of your blankets, you let the rest of the tears roll down your cheeks. A couple texts were sent from David asking if you were okay. With no means of being rude, you ignored them. After about fifteen minutes, you had three missed calls from an unknown number. Groaning at the fourth ringing, you denied the call. Finally, the calls stopped and you let a sigh out. Not even two minutes after the calls, there was loud knocking on your front door. You tried to ignore it but it went on for five minutes straight, so finally, you ripped yourself out of your bed and stomped towards the front door. You know it was just one of the guys trying to check on you, but god did you want to be left alone. Without thinking, you threw the door open.

"Can you just leave me alone so I can fucking sleep? I love you but shit," you breathed, before your eyes set on Jeff himself. Without a second thought you said, "Get the fuck out." Before you could slam the door in his face, he had shoved himself in your house. "No, leave!" you screamed.

"No, y/n, you're going to listen to me," he said, loudly.

"No, you're going to get the fuck out of my house since all I have done is listen to you bitch at me constantly!" you exclaimed, glaring daggers at him.

"y/n, shut the fuck up and listen," he seethed, staring at you. "I can't fucking deal with this anymore. I can't be around you and treat you normal because then I have to think of you as a more than the girl that annoys me, because you are so much more. If I don't focus on the made up bad, I'm going to think of you and want to kiss you and fuck!" he basically screamed. No part of you could retain what he had said as you were in shock. "And I can't feel this way because you're so fucking young, y/n. I feel old and gross compared to your beautiful self and I'm so fucking stupid." After this, his fists clenched in anger and so did his jaw.

"So instead of telling me this, you decided to make me feel like complete garbage about myself?" you snapped back. As much as your heart was pounding, you could not just let him forget everything he has said to you. "Like how does that make any fucking sense?" you said, angrily.

"y/n, you don't understand. The second I saw you, your smile and laugh and how beautiful you were, I knew I could fall for you within a month. If I was mean to you, it would make you hate me and none of this would have happened," he explained, chewing on his lower lip.

"So just treat me like shit," you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. At your words, his jaw tightened even more.

"Fucking shit! Do you not understand I'm fucking twenty nine! You're only nineteen. Me having feelings for you is fucking gross. I've had to spend the last month watching you and wanting you and not being able to ever have you," he growled. All his words were so hard to wrap your head around, you couldn't even notice that he had you backed up against a wall. Both of his hands were on either side of your head.

"Last time I checked I'm a fucking adult and I can make my own decisions. But instead of you talking to me like an adult, you decided for me," you said, anger dripping in your voice. He hit his fist against the wall above your head roughly. There was not enough force for him to have broke anything in the wall, but as your eyes looked up into his, you felt your heart rate increase profusely.

"Stop saying that. I know you're legally an adult but you're still so much younger than me, I just-fuck this," he said. His voice was rough and angry and before you could find an angry comeback, his lips were shoved against yours, roughly and in need. No thought was needed for your fingers to entangle into his hair and for your lips to push back against his. His hands moved from the wall to gripping your waist and pulling you to his chest. Your lips molded and moved against his rushed and in need. Unintentionally, his fingers dug into your waist as he pushed you up against the wall again. As the kiss continued, it went from rushed, to slow and sensual. The movement became more affectionate and loving. 

He pulled away and you looked up at him, chewing your lip. “All of that, just for you to end up kissing me,” you said, with sass. 

“Shut up,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with one of his hands.

“I just don’t understand-” you began before he cut you off by slamming his lips to yours once again. You were getting caught up in the kiss and forgot your arguing point. Quickly, you pulled away to look up at him. “Jeff, I have a point here,” you said, and he looked down at you.

“I get your point and you’re right, but I just feel gross and old,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

Without thinking of your words you responded, “You are nowhere near gross. Have you seen yourself?” After the words left you, you bit on your bottom lip again.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, letting his forehead fall against yours.

“And you’re an idiot,” you giggled, looking at him.

“Shut the fuck up,” he moaned, loudly, pulling your body to his.

“Make me,” you teased, grinning up at him.

“Oh, baby, I will,” he smirked. “And in case it wasn’t obvious, I kinda have feelings for you,” he added, looking down at you, with a small smile.

“Even though you’re a dick, I kinda feel the same,” you murmured.

“I won’t ever say a mean thing to you again, y/n,” he whispered, rubbing the small of your back. 

“You can start making it up to me by cuddling me right now,” you responded, letting your head fall against his chest.

“I will do more than just cuddle you to make up for all this,” he smirked and you laughed loudly before heading to your bed. You curled up in the bed and Jeff followed closely behind. He easily crawled under the covers with a smile and scooped you into his arms. “In case I didn’t mention this too, you’re also super beautiful and not a fat ass,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he smirked. “I mean you do have a fat ass, but you’re not a fat ass, because you having an amazing body.” Thankfully, it was dark so he couldn’t see the flush of your face.

“Just stop talking,” you murmured, giggling slightly.

“Make me,” he chuckled. 

“You can make me in the morning,” you whispered, cuddling into his embrace.

“Sounds like a plan, baby girl,” he responded, letting his hand rub your back before letting yourself fall asleep in his warm embrace.

a/n: so i needed angst asap and here it is so enjoy????

[80s-roger]

EX - Roger Taylor {pt 5}

well shit is going to happen really soon!

warning: this chapter contains hard-core smut

chapter six will be out soon

click here for part 4!

MASTERLIST

words +3k

on with the story!

You could barely work today. Your argument with Roger made you feel even sadder than you already were. Your boss came inside your office, looking mad.

"Y/N, I know you are with that famous drummer, but don't appear on the headlines please. I am afraid it will cause drama between the other assistants." Many of your co-workers, were jealous of you because you are dating the hot guy from Queen.

"I'm sorry boss, I can't control it. They follow us everywhere." you explained.

"Stay hidden if that's possible. I don't want your co-workers seeing you front page all the time. I don't even know if you're a worker here or a celebrity." He shook his head annoyed.

"I am a worker, my relationship has nothing to do with my work. I work and so does my partner." you stood for yourself.

"Then, keep a low profile at the world outside. I don't want my employees to be front page at the gossip newspaper. The next time this happens, you're fired." He warned you and the next thing you could think of, was being literally fired. Your time was coming. It was a matter of time being on headlines again. He left your office and you started packing your stuff to leave.

As you were walking at the elevator, one of your co-workers stopped you. There's Maya, that girl you talk with when you see each other.

"Hello Y/N! You look upset." She looked at you confused.

"I have had a terrible day." You slightly closed your eyes thinking of what has happened the last 48 hours.

"Oh, wanna have a drink? It's my treat." She offered.

"Sure, I'd like one." You smiled and you both entered the lift.

[...]

You tried to be really careful with your words. You trusted nobody. Anything you'd say, could be used against you.

"So how's Roger and you?" She asked and poured from her scotch.

"We have been better." You drank of your vodka, staring in the gap.

"You wanna talk about it?" She asked, approaching closer.

"We've had an argument at the morning. I was already stressed and he made it even worse than it was before." You looked at her with a sad vibe taking over your face.

"And what was it for?" She was weird.

"That's a couple's problem, I think we'll get over it." You nodded your head.

"Oh I see. You know, me and my girlfriend had a fight too. She acts strange. And I gave her some space." You forgot she was a lesbian. "Wanna get you another round?" She asked. Was she trying to get you drunk? You knew you had to refuse. You were also scared if the press would see you doing explicit stuff with her. You once had a one night stand with a girl. And you liked it a lot.

"No, thank you. I'll better get going. Roger and I have to discuss..." You lied. You didn't want him to appear on your doorstep.

"I understand. Well, at least, let me give you a ride home." She suggested and you agreed with her.

She finally arrived you at home. The silence in the car was entirely awkward.

"It was nice catching up with you."She smiled at you. "Hope you will fix the things with Roger." She reassured you, touching your thigh. You felt really uncomfortable with it but she didn't take off her hand.

"Yeah I hope so, goodnight." You rushed to get out of the car, afraid if anyone was spying on you and taking shots of you and Maya. You were scared she'd kiss you.

You finally made your way up to your home sweet home. You locked yourself in the apartment, exhaling all your countless problems. It was ten o' clock; the need to take a shower jumped inside of you. You really wanted to sleep and never wake up until the nightmare is over.

The warm shower you took, reminded you of some spicy moments Roger and you had in there. It was so hot in there but right now, things are so messed up. He did hurt your feelings, he made things worse. After wearing your nighty, you wanted to cover yourself between the mattress and sleep forever but the door wouldn't let you two hours after a good sleep. It was some minutes after midnight and you were terrified who'd it be.

You unlocked and opened the door, facing a drunk Roger, standing at the wall. You didn't want him at your home tonight, but your inner world welcomed him with flying colours.

"What the hell are you doing? Leave now." You angrily said to him.

"I'm not leaving." He possessed you just by looking at you.

"Roger, you're drunk again. Go away." You tried to push him away but he resisted. He was too strong to get inside.

"I know you can't say it more than twice. You want me and I want you." He grabbed you by your neck, kissing you passionately. You wanted to taste his lips again. But your inner anger wouldn't let him. You pushed him away.

"Fucking leave! You're drunk!" You yelled at him but he literally picked you up on his shoulders, leading you to the bedroom. "Roger stop it!" You screamed at him. But you wanted him to bang you. You were dying for his touch.

"I know you want this, don't make it hard." His cocky character made you wet in seconds.

"I don't want it when you're drunk and saying crap to me! I had a terrible day and that's all your fucking fault!" You pointed at him while he was getting undressed. He gave no shit.

"It's time to fix it then. Get undressed. You don't want me to have it done for you, do you? I have ripped off so many of those." He laid on top of you, kissing you with passion. You forgot all your problems in seconds. His perfume felt like a drug inside you.

You were desperate to be touched by him. He removed your nighty, leaving you on your black underpants. With his big palm, he massaged your breasts, leaving you moaning his name softly. He placed his head in your neck, leaving you hickeys and kisses.

"I need to know how much you want it." He said while you were enjoying his passionate kisses. You didn't speak as the arrogant bitch you can be from time to time when you're mad at Roger. He knew you were mad at him. That's why he wanted to tease you. He removed your underpanties, leaving you all naked in front of him.

His fingers were touching your private area. "You're so wet for me, but you're not telling me how much you want it. I'm not going to beg for it." He rubbed your clit, which sent you pleasure waves all over your body. But he slightly stopped, looking at you. You looked at him. He made that cocky smile of his waiting for your answer. "Why are you such a bad girl?" He asked you and tickled your body. "I'm afraid I have to be strict with you. I didn't want to. You made me." He smiled, leaning to the cabinet, grabbing some ribbons of yours and wrapping them around your wrists, against your bed. You had your hands tied behind the bed and you said no words. You loved that kind of sex you and Roger have from time to time.

"You won't move. And I won't be gentle. I'm warning you baby." He grabbed his condom, wearing it around him. He split your legs, having your area visible to him. His hands hugged your thighs when he got inside you, moving fastly, just like how you wanted it. You loved the dominant Roger. His hands were moving on your entire body, you both locked your eyes, staring each other. Yet, you said no word, which made Roger gain another orgasm. He was moving harder than before. All you did was just moaning. Not saying a single word, despite how much you wanted to. He always wants to hear how good he makes you feel, but not tonight.

"I want to hear it Y/N..." He moaned while he was about ready to cum. You wanted him to come first, but it was impossible. You already had your second orgasm and you were close.

"You don't worth my begging." You eagerly said.

"I don't?" He raised his eyebrow and removed himself from your vagina. You whimpered without wanting it. It came out naturally. You were so close on cumming, you didn't want him to know that too. His gaze turned again on you. "Oops, what happened to you babygirl? You want more? You're not convincing me..." He teased you. But you moved your hips provocatively at him, asking for more.

"But I want to cum too, it's not only your cock and your cocky self." You mocked him.

"You cum even when I'm looking at you. You just want extra credit." He untied you, but you thought you wouldn't be tied anymore. "No, no babygirl. You wished." You looked at him confused. "Turn over." He ordered and you did what he said. You loved being under him. "I will let you cum only when you say the words." He said while he was wrapping the ribbons from your wrists against your bed.

His hard dick, got placed inside you, filling you up entirely. You couldn't stop moaning and grabbing the bed's banisters. But you didn't say the words he wanted to hear. You got that nerve, reminding you what a jerk he was to you at the morning. "Fucking say it." He said and slapped your butt cheeks, leaving you red marks.

"No!" You said with your heavy breathing. His slaps, got tougher and you moaned loudly as a sign of pleasure.

His thrusts got deeper, faster and harder. You loved rough sex with Roger. He laid on top of you, pulling your hair and grabbing your neck without choking you of course whispering at your ear.

"I want to hear the words Y/N. Say them and you'll cum. Say them loudly, I want your neighbours to know." He aggressively said and bit you.

He was so close on cumming, but his ego wasn't pleased yet. He was rubbing your clit fastly and forcibly and now you were forced to shout as your legs were shaking.

"Oh my God Roger! Fucking hell! I cummed!" You desperately yelled after keeping these words to yourself for a long now. After hearing you, his voice was even deeper than it was before, his hands' veins could easily be seen next to your hands while he cummed inside of you. He finally untied you.

You turned over again, facing him. He was red after reaching his climax. So were you. He left your room, going inside your bath, washing himself and you were waiting for him naked at the bed. He laid next to you.

"You just had to say these words. Don't make it hard for both of us. You know I can make you finish no matter what." He said laughing. "And I wasn't drunk. Just two shots." He added.

"Fuck you Roger!" You angrily said turning around.

"Can I smoke here?" He asked looking at you when you were trying to sleep.

"No! Go outside, I want to sleep." You looked at him.

"You didn't look like you wanted to sleep ten minutes ago." He teased you again.

"Yeah because you were too busy fucking me."You said back and he laughed. "Good night now, I had a bad day." You turned your back at him again.

"But it eventually turned out good." He went outside the balcony, smoking one of cigarettes. You were staring at his silhouette before your eyes closed entirely again.

You solved your argument with him but you were still mad. Not as much as you were before though. You knew you loved him. You couldn't stay mad at him forever.

The next morning

You opened your eyes, staring at the balcony. It was sunny outside; the sunlight entered your slightly dark room, passing through the white curtains. You moved yourself and heard a soft groan coming next to you. There was a naked Roger hugging one of your pillows while he was still sleeping. You couldn't move because his arms were wrapped around you, not making you able to move. He's a heavy big spoon. It was 9 am. He should have left already. You had to wake him up.

"Roger you have to wake up..." You moved him a bit.

"Mhmm..." He groaned again not moving a muscle. "Just five more minutes." he said with his grumpy voice.

"But you're going to be late. And I have to get ready for my work too." You tried to push him off but he wouldn't let go.

"Fuck everyone. I want to stay here today." He kissed you at your cheek.

"But we're still not over everything. There are so many problems we haven't solved yet." You let go of his arms and he finally opened his ocean eyes.

"Everything's under control Y/N... There's nothing to worry about." You could tell he was lying. There was something wrong.

"You're lying Roger I know it." You got out of your bed, starting to dress up for your work. "What's happening? I know you know something." You said.

"We just woke up. Can't we just drink some coffee and talk about it?" He did the same as you.

"No Roger, we can't. The sooner the better. Do you know what my boss told me yesterday?" You loudly said.

"No, what did he say?" He asked clueless.

"He warned me that if he and my co-workers see me again on headlines and generally on spotlight, I'm fired!" You finally shouted letting out your anger.

"But you're gonna get fired. It's inevitable not to be taken photos..." He considered it. He looked serious. He thought of the tape and you knew.

"My life is getting ruined by everyone right now! I'm losing my job, my dignity, my privacy, you..." the thought of losing him, makes you sick. You don't want to lose him. You started crying. "I can't do this anymore." You laid down on the floor, covering your head with your legs and Roger ran next to you, hugging you without saying a word. What would he say? He knows you're messed up now.

"Things will be better, I swear." He said, comforting you. "Just tell me one thing, Y/N." he looked at you with eyes wide opened.

"What is it?" You asked.

"What would you do if the tape was leaked?" He said and you felt really weird with it. Like, he knew it would be leaked so he wanted you to be prepared.

"Do you know something? Why are you asking me that?" You panicked.

"I'm just asking you. We have to be prepared in any second." He explained but you couldn't stay calm.

"Just tell me the goddamn truth Roger!!" You screamed and stood up from the floor.

"Derek quitted himself from his manager tasks. We had a fight about... you know. The tape." He stood up too, moving his hands nervously.

"Oh my God Roger, I'm sold. I'm fucking done. He will have already sold the video!" You started moving like a maniac inside the room.  "What did he say?" You asked.

"I'm afraid he's doing what we're afraid of. We should... you know... Cover it." He tried to explain but it didn't make sense.

"He's going to make me get fired. Are you bullshitting me right now?" Your jaw was shaking. You haven't been at your good for two days now.

"Fuck your work. I can take care of you Y/N. I would marry you if that's what you want!" He yelled.

"I don't want you to marry me because you want to undercover the mess right now! We're both under pressure!" You yelled back. Neighbours heard load moans eight hours ago and now they hear the same couple fighting.

"It's not my fault, you know! It was you and him back then!" he shouted

"But now it's you, who has the fame and that can ruin my life right now!" you walked through the living room and he followed you.

"And I'm trying to help but you think you're helpless in this drama." He looked at you, still shouting but distance so minimized.

"I do feel helpless. But also defenceless. And I don't want that Roger. I don't want to feel powerless. Not when I know my past would be out in less than a day." You let out a breath, standing at the kitchen's counter. The tense was almost over.

"Listen... There's this press conference we have in a couple of days. If Derek attempts publishing it after the conference, he won't try to say shit about you cheating on me and stuff." He explained.

''And how's that going to happen?" You asked confused.

"I can prepare the paps about it. They know me as the hot drummer, who takes some risks. You know..." He kissed you, trying to take the tense entirely away.

"So you're telling me that you'll just go out there and say hey me and my girl made a hot tape which we're really excited about?" You mocked him and he was dead serious.

"Exactly." He came closer to you, at the point you could feel his boner between your legs. He was rubbing, against you trying to turn you on but the press wouldn't let you free.

"Babe, you're a musician, not a porn star. Besides, it will affect your career if you just say you're on a tape in which you're actually not." you tried to push him off but he didn't let go. Instead, his hands, entrapped you.

"Trust me, the fans love when they get to see their favourite celebrity naked. And the fun part of this, is that I'm not in there. It's just your ex's dick." He kissed you again.

"Yeah and me, entirely naked. Does that make you feel comfortable?" You asked him.

"No, it doesn't. Because I'm the one who can see you with no clothes. It actually makes me mad thinking you've been with many guys in the past." He made a weird face expression but you didn't seem bothered by it.

"I'm not a whore Roger. I was just looking for some guy to be with but it only turned out as a guy to have sex with. But look at you too. You've slept with many girls before too. It doesn't even make me mad." You said back annoying him.

"Yeah cause you are finally the only woman in the entire world who gets a dose of Roger Taylor inside her." He teased you and connected his lips with yours.

"You and your bloody ego..." you shook your head. "But why are you taking this risk? Taking the blame?" You asked.

"Because I fucking love you and I can't stand seeing you concerned and upset all the time." He hugged you. You felt so beautiful right then.

"I love you too..." You closed your eyes, smelling his majestic scent.

The fact Roger was about to take the blame on a sex tape he wasn't even starring, made you love him even more than before. It made you feel a lot better. There was a fuss coming soon about you and he was right there to pick you up and walk with you.

taglist: @rogxtaylor @bohemiansweede

[krreader]

BTS scenario → them being the good guy, you being the bad girl.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; college!au ; sex ; public sex ; oral sex ; language genre: smut ; angst ; fluff

a/n: oh my fucking god, this is so fucking good of a request that I literally am so inspired to write 29292 stories out of these scenarios lol. I really hope you all like them (and why the fuck do almost all of them revolve around sex lol. can you tell I’m about to have my period and am horny 24/7 - editing update: idk when i wrote that but honestly, can still relate lol) (masterlist is in my description box)

kim seokjin

All Jin had wanted to do was spend a few peaceful hours in the library to study for the test he'd have next week. And at this late hour, it was simply the best time for him to do so, only a few students scattered here and there.

But tonight, there would be no peace.

Not when you entered the library and sat down in front of him.

“Hey Kim.”

“This is a library,” he said, his voice relatively low, “People want to study here.”

“Come on, babe,” you smiled sweetly, waited until he finally raised his head until you let your foot glide up his leg. You could see him tense, but he didn't scoot away.

He'd never scoot away from your touch.

“(Y/N),” he warned. Or at least tried to make it sound as a warning.

“There's this really nice corner over there,” you nodded towards a secluded section in the back, “You and I could check out the books.. see if there's anything interesting for you there?”

You got up before he did, but he didn't manage to sit still for more than ten seconds longer before he ran after you.

Jin had considered himself to be a good student before. One who followed the rules.

Until you entered his life and now..-

..- now he was fucking his girlfriend into a bookshelf and praying that nobody would come find you two here or his reputation would quickly go down and join yours on the floor.

min yoongi

Yoongi liked to stay within his group of friends. He had his brothers/frat members and that's all he ever needed. He didn't need to go partying or anything when he could just stay at home and enjoy his night with them.

But then one night changed everything.

One night, in which you and a couple of your girlfriends had decided to drive around town and play pranks on every frat house you could find. And unfortunately, Yoongi's was one of them.

“What the hell?” he asked as he was walking outside, still in his pajamas, just like his frat members.

“Oh, did I wake you up?” you laughed, your head cocked to the side, “Sorry, grandpa.”

“Grandpa?!” Yoongi repeated, furrowing his eyebrows.

To his left, he could see Taehyung and Jeongguk trying to get your girlfriends to stop throwing toilet paper over the bushes and against the windows. But all he could really focus on was you, especially when you came dangerously close.

“Aren't you?” you licked your lips.

Yoongi tried telling himself that you weren't worth it. That he didn't have to prove anything to you and that he was better than this.

‘Just turn around and walk back inside, Yoongi. Just.. turn.. around and..-’

But there was that challenging glint in your eyes that had him say: “Come inside and I'll show you differently.”

Your plan for tonight was really just to play pranks, not get fucked mercilessly by someone you thought was a boring guy that was mentally 90.

And if Min Yoongi proved you one thing that night, it's that he was not boring at all.

jung hoseok

“I really want to go home,” Hoseok sighed deeply, trying to convince his hyungs to go home early from this party.

He just hated these things. He'd rather stay at home with pizza and and watch a movie. Parties just weren't his thing.

But tonight was one of his frat member's friends birthday party and so he had let himself be dragged here.

And regretted it more than anything, especially when three girls suddenly walked up to him and his friends, you at the front.

“Hoseok, right?”

“Y..- Yeah?” he knew who you were. Well, everyone knew who you were. Maybe that's why he was so intimidated.

“Okay, so here's the thing. Somebody dared me to do something and I'm really not someone who likes to lose..”

“Okay?”

“The dare is to get you to sleep with me.”

Hoseok's head immediately whipped to his two frat members that had dragged him here, Jimin and Taehyung immediately giving him a huge thumbs up.

“She’d treat you really good,” one of your friends said sweetly.

“Better than anyone has ever treated you,” the other one added.

Hoseok would lie if he said he wasn't interested. The last time he's had good sex was with his ex and he's been single for over three years now.

That's probably why he agreed. And because you were literally the most beautiful woman he had seen in ages and never thought you’d even talk to him.

But after that night, it was actually you that reached out to him. Because you couldn’t let a man like that go, not when he was actually the one that treated you like a freaking queen.

kim namjoon

He was doing this for credits. He was doing this so that he could be someone important one day, just like he always wanted.

But now that he was brushing his hands over his face, completely done with you, he didn't know if this was worth it.

“Can't we just take a break? Do something fun?” you wanted to pull out a cigarette, but Namjoon quickly took them away and threw them in the garbage.

“(Y/N), if you don't get this into your head soon, you will fail this semester.”

“So what? I don't care,” you shrugged, leaning back with crossed arms.

“But I do!” did that just come out of his mouth? Why was he so upset over this? You were a bitch, everyone knew that. So why did he care so much? You seemed to ask yourself the same thing, surprised that anyone would care about something like your grades, “You think your act is so cool, right? Well, guess what? It's not. Because I know that even though you like to pretend to be stupid because that's cooler, you're actually really smart. So stop pretending to be this person you're not. Stop pretending like you don't care, when you do!”

Nobody has ever talked to you like that.

If they had, you would have kicked their asses.

But instead, you blinked at Namjoon a couple of times and then pulled the book back towards you, turning it to the next page.

And Namjoon let out a breath, beginning to smile softly.

park jimin

Jimin and a friend of his were sitting in an empty lecture hall, talking, laughing.. getting to know each other a little better maybe.

She and him didn't know each other very well yet, but if it was up to Jimin, he would like to change that.

But there was still that matter of..-

“Oh, come on, Park. Seriously?” you leaned against the door frame, chewing on your gum as you were looking at him and the girl in disgust.

Great.. he didn't really need his ex-girlfriend on a day like this. So he quickly apologized to the girl and told her to wait, before he ran up to you and dragged you into the hallway.

“What do you want here?!”

“Just wanted to see if she sucked you off yet,” you shrugged.

“Stop being jealous. We broke up, remember?”

“You broke up.. and nobody ever breaks up with me, Jimin,” you cocked your head to the side, “Just.. come back to me, okay? We can work out whatever bothered you and I can give you exactly what you want.”

You tried to be seductive, but the second you wanted to touch Jimin, he pushed your hand away.

“I don't want anything from you, (Y/N)! You and me.. we're just way too different! But her..-” Jimin turned his head to the side to look at the other girl, suddenly turning a lot softer, “She's right for me. She understands me and she’s kind and sweet and..- please, just..- leave me alone, I'm begging you.”

You had tried to win him back for months. That's how much you loved him. But Jimin never seemed to see that. All he saw was the bad girl that only wanted to smoke, drink and have sex. He didn't see how much you had changed because of him. How much you wanted to become a better person because of him.

You watched him go back into the lecture hall, your squad showing up behind you.

“Should we have our fun with her?” one of the girl asked, “Maybe show her that you don’t mess with our boss’s men?”

You blinked a couple of times, a lonely tear running out of your eyes as you watched the two of them smile at each other before you said: “Yes.”

kim taehyung

“Where are you going? Church?” you laughed as you passed Taehyung on the parking lot of the shopping center.

“What if I was?” he tried walking faster, but you were quicker, pushing yourself between him and the door to his car.

“I'd say that sinning is a lot more fun than praying.”

Taehyung's breathing hitched in his throat from how close you were and tried telling himself that the last time was a mistake. That it was a one-time thing and that just because he jerked off to the memories of being buried inside you didn't mean that he wanted to do it again.

He was a good guy. You weren't. You were mean and you broke the rules and..-

..- god, you were so fucking attractive.

“My roommates are out for the day, you know?” you whispered, getting up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss his lips.

But that was enough for him to open the door and push you inside.

It was thankfully dark outside, the parking lot being almost empty anyways, because you and him did not manage to make it back to your apartment.

jeon jeongguk

Jeon Jeongguk liked to steer clear of trouble.

He attended his classes in the morning, went to the gym, went home to study and went to bed.

Every day the same thing.

It might be boring for some, but it was enough for him.

Until one day, the doors to the gym got opened and you walked in. And then everything changed.

“Jeongguk! Hey, are you in here?!”

Jeongguk bit his lip, looking down at you and begging you to stop sucking him off in the shower with his eyes, but you only grinned around his cock, making him moan out loud almost.

“Ah, yeah.. I'm here, hyung.”

“A couple of us wanted to meet to study later at my place.. do you want to come too? I'll order pizza.”

The old Jeongguk would have said yes in a heartbeat. Pizza, friends and studying sounding great.

The new Jeongguk, however, knew that he would rather take his new girlfriend home and screw her so hard that she would cry eventually, not study a single bit, because he'd rather hold her all night long and wonder how the hell he managed to score someone that was so unlike him.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass tonight. I'm.. kinda tired..-”

“No problem, man. Rest up!”

And as soon as the doors were closed, you released his penis with a plop and smiled up at him, “Any plans for tonight?”

“So many,” he laughed darkly and pulled you up from the floor, picking you up like you were a feather.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 43)

"Brunch W. Friends"

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Brushing her teeth, Luna begins to spaz. "LISTEN." She says turning to Colson, who's doing the same in the other sink. "This isn't Pete's coming out party. This is you meeting all of my friends with Kate as a buffer." She says after spitting. She continues brushing her teeth aggressively. "As stupid and fucked up as that sounds." She spits again. Rinsing her mouth.

"What do you mean?" Colson asks her with a side eye.

"I don't fucking know.... Have you met any of them?" She asks.

"I don't know who any of them are." He tells her, finishing up in his sink.

"Exactly." She sighs. Explaining more as they get dressed.

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Dressed in a short, white lace dress, with over the knee boots and her leather, Luna grabs Colson's hand as they approach PS 450. She looks up at him with loving, hopeful eyes before sighing "Here we go.."

Pete's the first to see them, standing up. "Buddddiesss!!" He calls out. Both of them instantly feeling more secure with his welcome. Luna and Colson are the last to arrive, everyone standing to greet them warmly as Luna introduces Colson. Along with Pete and Kate, are James and Mack, Mel, Izak and a stand-offish Tim. He's Justin's bestfriend.

Luna orders a Bloody off that bat. It's attached to a little cheeseburger, the server informs her to her delight. The table laughs, knowing of her love of beef and cheese. She's quick to request her drink before her treat.

James starts chatting up Colson as Luna talks to Pete and Kate. She's funny and quick. Two qualities Luna greatly appreciates. They're sweet together, she decides.

Food, mimosas, bloodies and laughter are flowing. Colson eases right in with Mack and Izak over comic book debates. He slides his arm around Luna as she kisses him on the cheek.

"So, THIS is your fucking THING now." Tim speaks for almost the first time during the meal. He's spitting his words directly at Luna.

"TIM!!" Melanie hisses.

"What?" He cocks back "She sold their fucking apartment, dipped for fucking LaLa Land, went Fucking mainstream, is on Page fucking Six, then pops in with some Duuude for BRUNCH and we're not supposed to say shit!?! He pushes back from the table angrily.

Luna's speechless. Tears welling in her eyes. Trying to stop her chest from exploding.

Mackenzie props her elbows on the table, loudly. Looking directly at Tim. "If THIS was 2yrs ago, you MIGHT have had a point. But it's not." Staring daggers into Tim "BECAUSE it's been almost THREE years since OUR friend CHOOSE to leave. Luna didn't fucking take him, but Lord knows she's been gone like he FUCKING TOOK HER WITH HIM." Mackenzie explodes, pounding her fist on the table. Their party is quiet. James puts his arm around her to comfort her. She shakes him off. "We almost lost them BOTH and you're mad because SHE'S living!" Mack shoves her chair away from the table hard. Stomping out of the resturant.

James goes to follow her but Luna grabs his hand. She gives him a reassuring nod, shoots Tim a Look and kisses Colson before going to find her friend.

"WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?" She hears Pete say behind her.

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Lighting a Newport, Luna says to Mackenzie "You know the only good thing about the South and MidWest... You can still fucking smoke inside." Mack laughs as she puffs on her Camel. "Thank you." Luna says lightly.

"Fuck him." Mack explodes again. "What the fuck does he want you to do? Play Old Maid? FUCK. It'll be 3 fucking years."

Luna's silent.

"I'm sorry." Mack reaches for Luna as she sees the tears drop.

Buried in Mackenzie shoulder she cries how 3 years feels like nothing, yet a whole lifetime. How she loves Colson but hates herself sometimes for it.

"Stop." Mackenzie says firmly, pulling Luna out of her. "You're not doing ANYTHING wrong. FUCK. I'm glad you went to Ash's. You NEEDED to sell that apartment, Loons. You couldn't even sleep in your own fucking bed. I've never said this before, but I'm fucking pissed at him. I get he had his demons, but he did NOT need to leave them the fuck with you. Especially in your bedroom."

Luna buries her face back into Mackenzie's shoulder, crying harder. Finally catching herself, she pulls back. Taking a drag off of her Newport to steady herself still. "How fucked up do I look?" She asks with a light hearted laugh.

"Not bad enough for me to not hate your fucking gorgeous ass, Bitch." They both laugh as Mack wipes her cheeks. Luna is loyal to waterproof mascara. They hug, finishing their cigarettes and sparking another because you can't Fucking smoke inside.

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Once Luna is out of ear shot of the table, and Pete said his peace, Colson looks at Tim. "Yo. You got a fucking problem?" He asks him directly. Tim mutters something as Pete looks worried. "Nah Dawg, speak the fuck up." Colson glances at Pete and James. "I ain't here to start no shit, Homie, but if you got a problem with me and Luna. Speak on that shit." He props his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his fists.

"Fuck youuuuuuu, DUDE. You think you can just waltz in here. Be with her and replace him? FUCK THAT." Tim shoves back further from the table in disgust.

"I ain't trying to replace nobody, Dawg. Luna loves him and always will. I know that. I'm just lucky enough for her to be able to love me too." Colson shrugs "Real recognize Real. And if you were truly her friend, you'd know that." He finishes before sipping his Irish coffee, leaving the table silent.

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"I JUST WANNA SPREAD MY CANCER THROUGH OUT THE WORLD!!!" Luna shouts, re-entering PS, giggling with Mackenzie about her nicotine addiction. Their table is quiet. "Oh... You fucking Assholes." She laughs, climbing into Colson's lap. The Bloodies have caught up and she's early day drunk. Looking directly at Tim, she says unflinching "Get over it." with a shrug. She then turns to Pete asking "WHAT do I gotta do to get Nightmare on SNL?"

"ACTUALLY...." He begins.

Just as Luna hears Tim mumble "Fucking sell out."

Standing up to have reach. Luna shoots out one cool, forceful palm to his forehead knocks him back out of his chair. She slides away Colson, to walk around and help him up.

"Ya fucking done?" She asks sternly to his retreat.

Brunch doesn't last much longer. Everyone is irritated and ready to go. The bill is paid. Hugs and kisses are exchanged. Nothing but a single look between Luna and Tim.

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"Dude's cool." James decides on Colson after his statement about Luna and Justin. "That's big. Some shit I can respect." He's content on his friend's choice.

"Fucking TIM." Mack is still annoyed. "He's such a fucking Asshole. If she wants this, she should fucking have it." She thinks to her self, on full defense of Luna

"I don't know what they expected. Of course he's gonna be salty." Izak thinks to himself of him, Justin, Tim and Luna. Knowing all 3 of them before anyone. "I hope she's fucking happy at least....." He trails off thinking of their friendship over the years.

"He's such a cocksmoker." Mel thinks to herself annoyed at Tim's behavior during Brunch. "Couldn't even hold it together for one fucking meal."

"Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck THEM." Tim thinks dropping onto his bed. "He should fucking be here." He angrily curls himself into a ball.

"HOLY FUCK!!!! It was not supposed to go like that! I knew Tim was gonna be an ass but he's lucky Loons only bopped him and Kells didn't lay him the fuck out." Pete thinks looking out the cab window as he reaches for Kate's hand.

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Luna shot Pete a text before boarding apologizing for ruining brunch. She also hit James, Mack, Izak and Mel. Fuck Tim. For now. She'll deal with him. She eventually receives no worries texts from all.

Turning to Colson in her seat, she kisses him on the neck "I'm sorry." She purrs into his ear.

Looking at her with a wicked eye, he responds with "Show me."

Accepting his dare, Luna slips out of her seat walking towards the bathroom. A few moments later Colson follows her.

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She's sitting on the airplane sink when he enters the bathroom. Still in the short white dress, both day drunk, he's been waiting to fuck her all day. He pulls her willing body into him by her neck. She slides into him easily, wrapping her legs around him. They kiss passionately as his hands roam her body. Pushing him off of her, she hops down. Bending over the sink, brushing her ass against him as she pulls her black thong down.

With his dick throbbing for her ass in the air, he pulls her close. Carefully sliding himself in her to keep her quiet. Her pussy is tight and warm around his cock. He can't help but pump into her hard and quick. He's horny, drunk and been staring at her ass in that dress all day. As a moan escapes from her mouth, he clamps his hand on it to quiet her. This only excites her more. Eyes meeting in the mirror, she bucks against him hard. Biting his hand, they fuck each other fast and hard. Giggling as they try to be quiet as they cum together.

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She had slipped outta the bathroom first. Him following behind her shortly after. Back in their seats, she looks at him. "Mile High Club." She grins as he high fives her laughing. Kissing each other, they settle into their seats, holding hands.

"No wonder everyone wants to fuck her. She's fucking amazing." His mind slides over their weeks together. Dick growing hard again. His mind drifts back to Brunch "I know Justin was his bestfriend but that dude was a fucking douche though...."

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"UGGHHH. Today was so fucking embarrassing. I swear. I. Hate. Fucking. Dudes...... Except Bunny. Although he can be a fucking Dick" She smiles nuzzling into him. "A Big Dick." She thinks, touching the tiny padlock around her neck.

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To be continued.......