#i'm really fucking thirsty and need to get a drink from the kitchen but if I'll do I'll get dragged into watching it

[emmavakarian-theirin]

🫥

[satorusugurugurl]

Brat tamer and daddy kink with geto, gojo and toji please 🙏🔥

Brat Tamer’s

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, FAB!R

Word count: 4,982 (I got really into it)

Warning: unprotected sex, degrading, overstimulating, public sex, dirty talk!

A/N: I literally loved this, I got so excited. I stayed up late editing it when I need to be up in four and a half hours! Please enjoy!

Summary: JJK men and how they fuck the bratty attitude out of you! 🥵

Gojo Satoru:

Rage boiled in the pit of your stomach as your leg bounced. The foul mood you were in wasn't because you woke up early on a Saturday or due to you sleeping on the couch. No, your sour mood is sponsored by your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.

The bastard had been the biggest twat tease the previous day. All Friday long, he sent you the most provocative, smutty, thirsty texts the world had ever seen. Sexting, who the hell even sexted anymore?

Gojo Satoru did.

SATORU: damn, I'm thirsty. 😩

YOU: Buy a drink then? 🤨

SATORU: but they don't have what I want. .🥲

YOU: How could the vending machine be out of Cola?

SATORU: I don't want soda. I want that dripping pussy in my face. I wanna lap my tongue up and down, swirl it around your clit, and fuck you with my tongue until you cum on my mouth. Then I'll do it again, this time flattening my tongue over your cunt, encouraging you to use me how you want. In whatever way, Y/N, 🥵 I need you to sit on my face. I promise you the second you get home; I'm going to live between your thighs for the night. 😏❤️🌶

The conversation progressively got hotter and hotter until you found yourself clenching your thighs together to stop the insistent throbbing. God, it was so erotic. You loved reading his nasty words and were disappointed when they abruptly stopped. Maybe he’d taken pity on you, giving you a break to enjoy your dinner with Shoko and Utahime.

You were stripping the second you got home, kicking your shoes off, tossing your keys in the bowl by the door. If you knew how to teleport like Gojo, you would have been in the bedroom instantly. Alas, you had to run for it, sliding inside, hoping to find a naked Satoru with a rose between his teeth. Instead, you saw him snoring, drooling all over his pillow.

He had teased you all day, ruined a perfectly good pair of panties, to end up passing out on you!?

Sure, he was the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern age, and he needed to get all the rest he could. It didn’t help that he had been on a long mission two days beforehand. But he could have rested after he fulfilled his nasty promises. But no, the bastard fell asleep on you.

“Morning Sweetheart.” Gojo walked into the kitchen with a yawn, oblivious to your rage. “Man, I slept like a baby.” He glanced around, searching for you, as he scratched at his stomach.

“Aw,” he stiffened at the tone of your voice, “did my old man sleep well?” Gojo watched as you lifted your coffee cup to your mouth, taking a long sip and glaring daggers at him.

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“Old man.” You snapped before taking another sip.

Gojo scoffed, grabbing his mug from the cabinet and filling it with hot coffee, fixing it with five cubes of sugar and sweet vanilla creamer. “Why the hell are you calling me that for?” There was only a two-year difference between you two. So he assumed that you woke up in a bad mood or you were being a brat at eight in the morning.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” Sarcasm laced your voice, “I assumed you turned into an old man last night. Seeing that you passed out at nine o'clock last night. After you were a twat tease all day! You know, promising to eat my pussy in Ultra 4K HD.”

Oooh, that's why you were so pissed off.

“First off, relax; I was so tired when I got home. I just intended to nap, but it turned into an eleven-hour nap. And, you know I'll make it up to you, princess.”

“No, you won't.”

Your blatant defiance had Satoru choking on his coffee. He sputtered and hacked into his elbow as tears flooded his eyes. The entire time he was fighting for his life, you watched with a smirk. Knowing you were the cause of that reaction.

“I'm sorry, I must have misheard you.” Gojo took a deep breath, clearing his throat. “It sounded a lot like you just told me no. As in, you don’t want me to eat your pussy.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, pressing your breasts together. “You heard correctly.”

“Ha,” Satoru shook his head, leaning forward as he rested both hands on the kitchen counter. “Good one brat. You and I both know you’re lying. Keep it up. See what happens.”

“What.” You said, tilting your head. Assuming you hadn't heard him, Satoru opened his mouth to repeat himself. “Ever.” You finish with a smirk.

Now, that was annoying. Satoru’s blood was boiling as he realized you woke up and chose violence because he didn’t eat you out last night. Annoying as it was, he’d be lying if he said your attitude had his cock twitching inside his pajamas. Two could play in this game. He'd give you one last chance to behave before he taught you a lesson you would never forget.

“You’re going to listen to me carefully, baby.” You whined as he grabbed your face in his right hand, squeezing your cheeks gently, forcing a pout to form. “You’re going to be a good girl, and stop being a brat.”

Releasing his grip on your face, Satoru grinned, pleased with the pout that remained despite not forcing It. Now that you had been properly scolded, he could enjoy his coffee without choking to death. But before he could sip the sugary goodness, your pot twisted into a sly grin.

“Make me.”

Satoru’s eyes darkened before gently placing his cup down. You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as he walked around the counter, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. He dragged you across the floor, which was easy, thanks to his curse technique. He whistled a cheerful tune as he entered your bedroom.

Which is where you had been for the last hour.

“S-Satoru!” You cried out, eyes wide as your back arched off the bed.

Satoru pushed your trembling thighs further apart. His tongue gently flickered at your abused and throbbing clit as his fingers curled inside of you. His cerulean eyes never once broke contact with your face in the hour he's been nestled between your thighs. Satoru was a man on a mission. A specific mission that was going to involve you crying from overstimulation by the time he was through with you.

“Too much!” You squeaked as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking on it. “Satoru! Satoru, please!”

He ignored you, promptly sucking harder as his fingers fastened their pace, curling against the spongy spot inside you. With a strangled yelp, you threw your head back, trembling hands reaching for his soft, snowy locks. You yanked him back. Away from your pussy with all the strength you could muster.

Satoru could have easily swatted you away, but he decided to be nice, allowing you to pull him away from your dripping sex. God, he looked as feral as you felt. Eyes narrowed, mouth dripping with your slick, pale cheeks flushed red.

“Oh, sorry, did you say something?” His talented tongue darted out, cleaning your slick off his lips. “Sorry, I’m an ‘old man,’ so I didn't hear you.” His tongue went back to work, swirling slowly around your clit as if it were his favorite candy.

“Mnnngh!” you yelled, gripping his hair tighter, “Toru!” He still paid you no mind, focused solely on making you cum for the sixth, seventh, eighth time? You'd lost count after four. “Toru!” Your legs trembled under his relentless attack. Satoru hummed, knowing you were close. He sped his fingers up, tongue flicking madly over your clit.

“Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!” You cried out as you squirted all over his face. But the man didn't stop; he kept the same speed going. Determined to make you cry from immense pleasure.

It was getting too much to handle. Spots were forming in your vision as you convulsed under him. There might be only one way to stop this never-ending orgasm loop. One that would most likely result in you getting fucked into the mattress, but at least that way, he would leave your poor clit alone for the time being.

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, “Daddy, please.”

Just like you knew he would, Satoru lifted his head like a puppy being called for dinner. The damn bastard had a shit-eating grin plastered over his cum drenched face. “Oh, you called baby girl?~” His head rested against your thigh while slowly keeping his fingers moving inside of you.

“Nngh, oh fuck, I’m sorry, Daddy, please, I need your cock.” You cried out in relief, relaxing as he sat up, leaning back on the heels of his feet. “Daddy~ daddy, please.”

You knew he couldn’t take much more of this of the endless foreplay himself. His cock was straining against his pajama pants, a small wet spot forming against the gray fabric. Indeed, he was done punishing you. It had been a long, amazing, but still exhausting hour.

“Please, what? Use your words, beautiful.”

“Please fuck me.”

Tilting his head, Gojo rubbed at his slick chin, pondering thought. “Fuck you? You want your sweet daddy to fuck you?”

His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, making you jerk slightly. “Yes! Please, Daddy, I'm so sorry.” Satoru hummed in satisfaction before leaning down and kissing you deeply. You moaned, and he used the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. The taste of you flooded your mouth. He always kissed you like this before he fucked you.

Finally, the torture could stop.

He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting your hips to rest over his own. But much to your horror, he pulled back, smirking as he lifted you high and higher until your legs were over his shoulders, and his lips trailed over your inner thighs with nips and hickeys.

“T-Toru! Wait, let's be reasonable!” A pitiful squeak escaped you as he dragged you to the edge of the bed. “I-I said I was sorry, Daddy!!” Terror plastered over your face as he dropped to his knees on the ground.

“Baby girl, I am being reasonable.” He pulled your hips closer to his mouth, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. “You were so hurt and distraught over me breaking my promise last night. So I have to make it up to you. I plan to fuck you all day.” Blue eyes glimmered, half-lidded, as he stuck his tongue out, dragging it slowly over your entrance. “With my tongue.”

Before you could utter another rushed, heartfelt apology, Satoru’s mouth sealed over you again, sucking you like you were his favorite treat. At this rate, he was going to suck the soul out of your body.

Geto Suguru:

“Sorry! Sorry!” You hummed out before stopping right in front of Suguru. You made it a point to bend over, your ass brushing against his crotch. “My shoe is untied!”

Suguru cleared his throat as you pretended to tie your non-existent shoelace. “No worries.” His throat was dry, and you looked over your shoulder to find him staring directly at your ass. This was going exactly as planned!

Last weekend Gojo had asked Suguru if he was a tit or ass man. Usually, your sweet boyfriend would say something along the lines that you as a whole, was his type. But between the shots of sake and the three beers he'd chugged, he eyes you carefully in thought. His dark gaze moved from your chest before he leaned back in his chair, trying to examine the ass you were sitting on. The whole scene had your friends whistling and clapping at the way he practically undressed you in front of them.

“Ya’ know, I was a tit guy in high school.” Suguru downed another shot before he draped his arm around you, pulling you firmly against his side. “But since Y/N and I started dating, I can confidently say that I am an ass man, Satoru.”

This discovery had your curiosity peaked. So there was only one logical thing for you to do. You needed to put his statement to the test. For science, of course. Nothing more than science.

Your first experiment was to see how he responded to you flashing him. When he had just gotten home from the gym, you welcomed him back by lifting your shirt showing him your breasts. In all of his sweaty glory, Suguru didn’t miss a beat. He dropped his gym bag, tossed you over his shoulder, and carried you to the bedroom, where he got his cool-down workout in.

That was the typical when he saw your boobs. Suguru loved your breasts. He loved to caress them, hold them, and bury his face in them after a long and stressful mission. In all of your previous relationships, no one enjoyed playing with your breasts as much attention as Suguru did. So to hear him say, with his own words, was a bit far-fetched.

Thus began your experiment to find out what he really was!

Throughout the day, you purposely dropped your pen, bent down to pick up your keys, and, of course, leaned over his desk in order to retrieve a paper that had mistakenly fallen into the ground. Each and every time you glanced back to look at him, to see an almost distant expression on his face as his eyes were glued to your ass.

His staring was hardly a reaction compared to you flashing him. Either he had been drunk when he answered Satoru, or you weren't putting in the effort needed to truly test him. He left you no choice but to step your antics up.

“Y/L/N-Sensei!” Itadori beamed as you carried a stack of papers into the classroom. “Do you need help with that?”

“No, I got it, Itadori!” You neatly placed the papers on the desk, grinning at Suguru, who was talking to Megumi about his stance in the earlier training. “I do need to borrow Geto, though. Sorry, guys.”

Hearing you call his name, your boyfriend turned, a soft smile gracing his gorgeous face. “Okay, class is dismissed for today. I'll see you all tomorrow.” The three first years left the opposite way that you led Suguru down.

“I needed to grab the box of paper talisman paper out of storage.” You opened the door to the storage closet. “But I can reach it.”

“So you're just using me for my height?” Suguru gasped dramatically. “Has our whole relationship been a lie, Y/N?”

With a giggle from you, Suguru stepped inside, reaching for the box on the highest shelf. Now was the perfect chance to see how he reacted to your ass. You stepped inside the closet with him. Your darling boyfriend is oblivious to your mischievous intentions.

“Oh!” Suguru turned to watch as you shut the door. He didn't get to ask what you were doing when he suddenly stiffened as you squeezed between him and the shelves. “I was wondering where they kept the extra pens!” You stood on your tiptoes, rubbing your ass on his crotch. Suguru hissed, and you could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

“Sorry! I just!” Standing on your tiptoes, you barely reached for the box of pens before dropping down. You repeated this action several times, practically dry-humping against him while attempting to maintain your innocence. “They're just so far away!”

When you reached your fingers again, grazing the box, Suguru’s hand clamped down on your wrist, squeezing it. His labored breathing hit the back of your neck as his cock throbbed hard against your ass. The air inside the closet was suddenly ten times hotter and stuffier than it had been seconds ago.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Suguru snarled, his lips pressing against the back of your neck as her hands grabbed the hem of your pants. “You’ve been bending over in front of me all day on purpose. Are you seriously trying to test me?”

You were suddenly pushed against the shelves with one of his hands as the other yanked your pants and panties down, pooling them at your knees. “What are you talking about?” You attempt to come off as confused, but hearing the zip to his uniform being dragged down had you shivering.

“Oh, don't play dumb. You were testing to see if I was an ass man or not, weren't you?” He ends his question with a smack against your ass. “That's why you kept bending over, you know, like a brat.”

“Still don't know what you mean.” Your act is slipping up as you hear Suguru spit behind you. A second later, his hot, spit-slicked cock grinds perfectly over your ass. “Oh shit~”

Sugar kneads at your ass, thrusting his cock between your cheeks. “You can keep playing the innocent act, but we both know you're a terrible liar, Y/N.” He adjusts himself, allowing his cock to move further down, his tip teasing the entrance to your pussy.

“I am? Man, what gave me away?”

“Your shoes don't have laces.” With a sudden and sharp thrust, Suguru slams inside of you, his hand clamping down over your mouth, muffling your scream of pleasure. “Silly little brat, you wanted this as much as me, Your pussy is soaking wet for me, and I didn't even get a chance to touch your pretty cunt.”

You scream into his palm as he starts thrusting into you, the shelves shaking, dust flying around the two of you. As boxes and papers fall to the ground, Suguru picks up his pace. Your pussy is so tight and wet. It feels so good to be buried deep inside of you.

“Fuck~ fuck your pussy is the best,” Suguru whispers slowly in your ear, his dark hair falling over your shoulder as he leans fully against you. “This is like my own personal treat for being good and not fucking you in front of the entire school.”

His words, the tone of his gravely voice, and the mere force he was fucking you at. It had you hurdling to the edge so fast you felt like a teenager again. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you convulsed around his cock, cumming so hard you thought you might pass out. And Geto, he wasn't better off. You'd been rubbing up his cock off and on all day, the ultimate edging.

His teeth dug into your shoulder to silence his moans and whimpers as his cock throbbed inside of you, filling you with his seed. You breathed heavily against his palm, gasping for air as he dropped his hand from your mouth to your chin. He turned you to face him, kissing you ever so gently as he slowly pulled out of you.

“We need to go home.” With shaking hands, you tried to pull your clothes back up. “I’m going to fuck you for each time you ground that sweet ass against me today.” Suguru kindly decided to help you with your pants, pulling them up and fastening them secure. “Hope you're ready for a long night, Princess.” His hand slapped your ass as you both headed out of the closet. “Cause that ass is mine.”

In conclusion, you discovered the truth: Geto Suguru was, in fact, an ass man.

Toji Fushiguro:

“We’re having dinner with a potential client tonight. Make sure you wear something nice. Not like your usual t-shirts and shit.”

His words rang through your ears repeatedly as you eyed yourself in the bathroom mirror. You'd show him something nice. The asshole dared to tell you to wear something nice?! Mr. Sweatpants himself? What a dickhead!

After he took off for work, you made it your life's sole mission to get dolled up to a t. If he wanted to impress your potential client, you'd make their fucking jaws drop. You'd be so hot; they'd take the two of you on as clients just in the hopes of seeing you in all your fuckin’ glory!

“I assure you, my partner and I can immediately get the job done for you,” Toji said, sipping on the red wine his potential client so graciously bought.

“You both came highly recommended; I look for— my God.” the elderly man perked up. “What a stunning woman.”

Toji scoffed into his glass; he didn't care to look at other women. You were the only one he had eyes for. You were the only woman that mattered. He did, however, pay attention to the older man’s eyes. They were following whatever poor woman was walking about. Watching the man in his eighties undress them with their beady eyes was a sickening sight.

“Oh!” The man in front of Toji perked up, straightening his tie. “She's coming this way, Fushiguro.”

The sound of high- heels clicking against the tile didn't have Toji intrigued in the slightest. But the smell of your perfume and the sudden silence had him whirling around in his chair. “So sorry to keep you both waiting.” You stood there behind Toji’s chair.

Your makeup was done, and your Y/H/C hair was styled expertly. Toji had seen you dolled up countless times before. That wasn’t new. What was new was the super short red dress you were wearing. It clung to your curves, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. Your breasts bounced, threatening to pop out as you bowed at the elderly client. When you straightened your back, Toji felt the vein in his forehead throb as your dress, which went up to your mid-thigh, rode up slightly, showing off more of your smooth skin.

While you looked absolutely delicious, this was not what he had meant when he told you to dress nice.

“Please don't apologize, darling.” The soon-to-be-dead client motioned to the chair next to Toji. “Please sit. What would you like to drink?”

“Wine, please.” Toji gritted his teeth, eyes constantly darting from you to the client.

Throughout appetizers and drinks, you made sure to lean over, stretch, and emphasize your body in every way you could. In doing so, you caught the attention of passing patrons, the disgusting man in front of you, and your boyfriend, who was fuming with anger. Okay, yes, this was partially his fault. He put himself directly in this situation. Next time, he’ll know better than to tell you what to do.

When they brought out the main dishes, the elderly man licked his lips, holding a fork out to you, noodles expertly wrapped around it. “Have you ever tried the pesto pasta here? It's my absolute favorite. Give it a try, Y/N!~” Fighting back a grimace of disgust, you put on a smile. You leaned over the table, opening your mouth wide as you took the food directly off his fork.

While the act of being fed by a perverted old man was disgusting, the delicious flavor of chicken, pesto, and garlic made up for it. It was so decadent that you moaned as you swallowed the bite. Hearing a sound that was for his ears only made Toji stand up, his chair falling back from the speed of his actions. His face focused on you before he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N! Pesto has pine nuts in it!” There was a tone of faux worry in his voice.

“Huh?” Cocking an eyebrow, you were about to tell him you knew that. When he scooped you up into his arms.

“You idiot! You're allergic to nuts!”

The clanking of silverware caught your attention, and your eyes peered back at the table. The pervert looks pale, terror painting his face. “I'm so sorry! Do I need to call an ambulance?”

“No! I have an Epi-pen in my car. I’m sorry, but we need to leave right now.”

“N-No! Please don’t; we can reschedule for another day.”

The old man watched as Toji hurriedly carried you out of the dining area of the restaurant, not once hearing the “Not a damn chance we’re doing this again.” From your very pissed-off boyfriend.

Toji suddenly turned and carried you down a hall before B-lining it into a family restroom. He plopped you down on the counter before locking the door behind him. His worried expression melted away, replaced with a darkened, more devious, rageful stare. The sheer power of his stare had you tugging your dress down in an attempt to cover your thighs. Something you had refused to do throughout the dinner.

“Oh no, you don't,” Toji’s large hand smacked yours away, “you’re the one that dressed like a slut, you might as well embrace the look.”

A shuddering breath escaped you as his fingers slipped under the skin-tight fabric, pushing it up to rest above your hips. The whole time his fingers grazed over your skin, you could see the anger in his eyes turning from a simmer to a boil in real-time. You were suddenly regretting your choices.

“Toji, we’re in a family restroom. Someone could hear us.”

“Oh? Suddenly, you're taking note of people noticing you? You didn't seem to mind when that dirtbag was eyefucking you all night. You left very little to his imagination.”

“Well, you told me to wear something nice, so I did.”

“The only place this slutty outfit is good for is in my bed.” He forced your thighs open wide, his fingers curling under the lacey hem of your panties.

His fingers were warm and oh so close to your throbbing sex. “Toji, they’ll hear us.” You scolded in a hushed tone, eyes darting towards the door leading out to a full restaurant of people.

Toji hummed and ripped the flimsy fabric of your underwear in half, causing you to gasp. “Then I guess you’ll be needing a gag.” Grabbing the back of your neck, Toji slammed his lips against yours in a searing kiss.

God, he tasted like rich wine as his tongue slid into your mouth. You followed his lead, massing your tongue against his as he worked at his belt and pants. He deepened the kiss before pulling you closer to the edge of the counter, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your dripping sex, coating your slick all over his shaft.

“Toji~” You hummed happily as the tip of his cock popped into you. Your hum slowly grew into a whine that worked its way up the back of your throat.

“I don't think so.” Your boyfriend pushed further into you. Using his free hand, Toji squeezed your cheeks in his hand, forcing your mouth open. “You were just saying someone could hear us.” He shoved your ruined panties in your mouth. “So shut the fuck up slut.”

Tasting yourself, combined with his cock slowly thrusting into you, made you cry out around your panties. Your hands shot up, gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. The sting of pain urged Toji on as he slammed into you harder.

“I know I told you to dress nice, but I take that back.” His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer, pushing his dick firmly against your cervix. “You flaunting your body like that tonight made me realize I don't want anyone lookin’ at ya’ like that” His thrusts turned harder and fast, his cock pressing into your cervix over and over again. “You only dress like that for me, Y/N; you’re my slut.”

Rolling your eyes back, you mumbled some unintelligible response back to him. Hearing the lack of words coming from you had Toji smirking against your neck as he nipped and sucked at your sensitive skin. Bite marks and hickey’s littered your skin, marking you as his. If you even dared to wear something so revealing again, anyone who would dare look at you would know you were taken.

Taken and thoroughly fucked.

Being marked, having Toji fuck you into place. God, it was too much, way too much for you to handle. Your pussy started throbbing, clamping around his cock, as drool seeped out of the corner of your mouth. Wincing at the sting from your nails, Toji released himself from your neck. Tilting his head to the side, he chuckled.

“Awww~ is my little slut going to cum?~” Nodding your head, Toji licked his lips. “You gonna cum all over Daddy’s fat cock slut?” Another nod, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life. “Then what the fuck are ya waitin’ for?” Snarling next to your ear Toji fucked you as hard as he could.

That sent you over the edge. You screamed around your panties cumming all over his perfect fat cock. “That’s it, that's a good fucking girl~ cum on my fat cock.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “Cum on my cock, cum on my cock. That's it~! Gonna fill you up, take it, take it slut.” Toji’s head tilted back as he roared, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into you.

He remained like that, holding you on the counter, buried inside of you. Once his cock softened, Toji pulled out of you. You dug your panties out of your mouth. You were holding the spit-coated fabric in your hands. You looked between them and your boyfriend, who was stuffing his dick back into his pants.

“Who knew me dressing up like this would end with mind-blowing sex?”

“End?” Your panties were snatched out of your palm. “Baby girl, we're just getting started.” he wadded up the fabric before sliding his hand between your legs. “So I'm just gonna—” you gasped as he pushed your panties inside your pussy, “keep you plugged up until I get you home.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Rabid Logan is my new favorite logan

"Butterbean, please?" Wade begged.

"Fuck off," you groan, curling on the sofa and holding a pillow closer to your head. "It's just a migraine. I'm fine-"

"Totally fine, yeah." Wade frowned and mimed strangling you for a second. It had been 2 days. Yesterday you were having trouble with your vision and puking. Today you were hiding from the sun like a fucking vampire. And he had to go. He had work to do.

But in his head all he could see was your tiny 7-year-old self crying from the pain that no one else was taking seriously. But at least- at least Trigger was taking it seriously. Laying curled behind your legs with his head on your hip, he looked up at Wade like he wanted to know what to do.

"Fine," Wade said, "You won't go to the hospital? I'm gonna get you a baby sitter."

"I don't need-" But when you try to sit up and the movement makes your vision blur, you can't protest. All you can do is groan.

"Sure, shut up," Wade said pulling out his phone and taking a deep breath as he went through his contacts.

Vanessa- working Peter- pushover and working Al- just no. No. Love her but no Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And Colossus would just fall through your fucking floor IF he could fit through the door way.

"Damn it," he hissed, dialing the last number he had. The last person he'd willingly hand you over to.

"What?" Logan growled.

"Hey, Peanut," Wade said, kicking a wastebasket closer to you as you lean over the couch to puke again. "Need a favor."

"No."

"Listen," Wade said, "I gotta go. Now. And my sweet angel baby sister has a migraine from hell and refuses to go to the hospital to get checked out. So I need somebody who can babysit and force her to go if the meds don't do what they're supposed to in... oh, 12 hours?"

Over the phone he can hear boots hit the floor and he exhales slowly. "Fine," Logan said.

"Thanks, Peanut. Hands to yourself. I gotta go. Duty calls." He hung up the phone and stroked your hair, moving the pillow just enough to kiss your cheek. "I gotta go, sweetie. Logan will be here pretty quick."

"I'm fine-"

"Totally fine," he agreed. "You just look like you're dying and threw up water for dramatic effect." He tutted and tucked the blanket around you before stopping to pet Trigger and slip out the door.

_________________

Logan slipped into the apartment and regarded the dog, who was watching him. The growls were low warning growls. His mistress was ill, but he wasn't. And he could smell vomit that was mostly bile and water. Old clothes and sweat. He shook his head.

This didn't look or feel like your apartment. Too dark and quiet. No warmth. And seeing you so still and clutching a pillow to your head made him wince. "Hey, kid," he said softly, walking slowly towards you. "You alseep?"

"No," you answer, your voice muffled. "Beer's in the fridge if-"

"Thanks," he answered. "You thirsty? Need food?"

"My head's not really happy with moving."

Logan moved the trash can and knelt next to the sofa, "Cold water on an empty stomach is a bad idea," he said. "Got anything else?"

"Lo, you don't have to do this," you murmur. "I'll be okay. It happens. Just not this long."

"What else have I got to do?" Logan said shrugging. "I'm 200 years old and I know a few things. Pretty sure we can get you through it."

"There's some electrolyte drink mixes in the cupboard above the coffee pot," you answer, breaking off with a groan when your head throbs.

Logan nods and squeezes your shoulder gently, "I'll figure it out, as long as you don't mind me going through your kitchen."

"Help yourself," you answer. "If you find jerky in the fridge don't eat it. It's Trigger's and he holds grudges."

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( fluff! ) jake x f!reader oneshot

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warnings! - { mentions of drugs, smoking, alcohol, swearing, flirting, first kiss, making out, love at first sight trope, reader x brother‘s best friend }

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Every single person who ever knew you knows exactly how much you hated parties. 

Well, your parents were out of town and your brother was one of the most popular boys in school. He had a bunch of friends, and even more girls drooling over him. So he decided to throw a huge house party you were defnitely not going to join.

 You groaned into your pillow in annoyance whenever someone tried to forcefully open your bedroom door for whatever reason. 

But you were smart enough to lock it before the party had even started. 

Your plan was to just stay in your room until the party is over. So you did your makeup, dressed up just for fun and had your own little party in your room. 

Alone. Just how you liked it 

You rolled your eyes when you looked outside your window, seeing a bunch of strangers dancing in your garden. 

You watched them quietly for a few minutes before reaching for your water bottle, wanting to drink from it before realizing it was empty. 

'' Fuck... '' You whispered to yourself. You let out a loud fake cry when you realized you needed to leave your room to get a new bottle of water. You weren't ready to see people making out in every corner of your house. Just the thought of it made you feel sick to your stomach. People were probably smoking, or even doing drugs. They were probably doing stuff in your parent's room as well...

God, If your parents knew about this they would freak out. 

Your brother would be a dead man ... that's for sure

You sighed deeply before quickly opening your bedroom door, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes immediately hitting your nose. Just how you had expected it. You closed the door behind you before locking it again, preventing unwanted guests from entering your room. You hid the key in the plant next to your bedroom door, and slowly made your way downstairs.

The second you entered the kitchen you saw your brother having the time of his life. He was surrounded by a bunch of girls, and his seven stupidly handsome friends. You decided to just mind your own business until you felt someone tapping your shoulder. You turned around, immediately recognizing the girl in front of you. She squeals, looking at you with excitement in her eyes.

'' Tabitha ! What are you doing here ? I really thought you were better than this '' You whined, pulling your best friend into a hug. 

'' I really needed a night out. I've had a really stressful week. Where have you been ? ''

You sighed. You've been in your kitchen for nearly 5 minutes and your head was already killing you. Too many people were smoking, and you couldn't stand the smell of it

'' I've been hiding in my room ... you know how much i hate parties. I just came downstairs to get some water ''

Tabitha rolled her eyes at you. 

'' No. You look way too hot to be hiding in your room. So stop being boring and stay here with me. Let me get you a drink... ''

'' Please don't do this to me '' 

'' Shut up '' She said, dragging you over to the kitchen counter where you could choose between a bunch of different drinks. 

 You took a red cup from the counter, and filled it with an orange substance that could probably give you a sugar shock if you had too much of it. Tabitha smiled excitedly when she saw you taking a sip of your overly sweet drink. 

'' Does this mean you're gonna stay ? ''

You shook your head. 

'' No. I'm just thirsty...'' 

'' This is disgusting why would people even drink this ? '' You said, scrunching your nose

'' Whatever. I just saw some people I wanna say hi to ... I'll be right back '' Tabitha said, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek before disappearing in the crowd.

You sighed again, taking another sip of your drink. You looked around the room, watching your best friend talk to people you didn't know until you felt someone staring at you. You looked up, and your eyes met his right away. 

You both quickly looked away in shock, getting extremely shy. 

And for some reason, you couldn't help but smile. 

Your brother quickly noticed how silent his friend suddenly was. But he had other things to care about. 

Girls for example...

He was busy flirting when he suddenly felt Jake's hand on his shoulder. When he turned around to look at Jake, he looked hypnotized. 

'' Who is that ? '' Jake asked, his voice low. 

'' Who are you looking at ? '' Your brother raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

'' The girl in the floral dress... ''

Your brother looked at Jake with disgust written all over his face when he realized who he was staring at.

'' That's my sister '' He said, curling his lip in disgust. 

'' She's beautiful '' Jake whispered quietly, but loud enough for your brother to hear.

Your brother shook his head in disbelief.

'' You need to get your eyes checked, man '' 

Jake rolled his eyes, hitting your brother's shoulder playfully. It may sound pretty cheesy, but his heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. You looked incredibly beautiful in that dress. And the way your hair was slighly curled made you look even prettier. Jake hated your brother for not introducing him to you. You seemed so sweet...

He needed to talk to you. He needed to know what your voice sounded like. 

So when he noticed no one was paying attention to him, he took his cup and made his way to the other side of the kitchen counter where you were still waiting for your best friend to come back. He slowly refilled his cup, and carefully tried taking a glimpse of you without looking like a total creep. 

Well shit. You looked even better up close. 

'' Hey '' 

The boy next to you caught you by surprise. You didn't expect him to approach you. But you were glad he did. 

'' Hi '' You replied, blushing shyly. 

He was so close, you could smell his perfume. And oh god, he smelled amazing. 

'' So ... you're Nate's sister ? '' 

'' Yeah, sadly '' 

Jake giggled quietly, making you smile. 

'' And you are ? '' 

'' Oh ! I'm Jake. '' He softly shook your hand, making you giggle.

'' Hi Jake '' You smiled warmly.

'' Hi ... ? ''

'' Y/N... My name is Y/N ''

'' Hi Y/N '' Jake smiled with all teeth. He didn't even realize he was still holding your hand.

You saw Tabitha looking at you from the corner of your eye. And when you turned your head towards her, she mouthed an ''Oh My God'' with widened eyes. Her jaw was on the floor. You bit your lip, trying to hold yourself back from smiling like an idiot. 

'' Is everything alright ? '' 

You quickly looked back at Jake.

'' Yeah of course ! '' You said.

'' Why have I never seen you before ? ''

'' I don't know. I've never really been into parties, and i also don't really like hanging out with my brother. It's not like we hate each other, but our personalities are very different. Sometimes we don't get along...''

'' Yeah I can tell...''

You tucked your hair behind your ear, looking at Jake with a smile. 

He nervously took a sip of his drink, before scrunching his nose just like you did earlier. 

'' Oh my god ... what is this ? '' He said, looking at his drink in pure shock.

'' This is way too sweet. Why would people even drink that ? '' 

You laughed at his reaction, making him blush 

'' My exact words... '' You said in surprise, chuckling.

'' Do we have the same drink ? ''

'' Yeah I think we do ''

You guys spent an hour just talking to each other about a variety of different things. Like music, books, movies, some of your favorite memories and especially your family. You obviously didn't miss the opportunity to tell him about all the weird things your brother did when he was little. 

He didn't break his eye contact with you for even one second. He just couldn't look away from you. And the light blush on his cheeks made you feel all giddy inside.

He looked breathtaking. He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a white tank top, and some baggy jeans with a black belt. You had to stop yourself from staring a few times. 

You could see your brother watch you both in disgust. The way you were smiling at each other was too much for him. But you couldn't care less. 

'' Do maybe wanna go to my room ? We don't have to if that makes you uncomfortable but it's more quiet in there.. '' 

'' No, I'd love to. It's a good idea '' Jake smiled softly. 

'' Great '' You said, offering your hand to him. Jake giggled quietly before intertwining your hands, letting you lead him towards your room. 

You quickly opened your door, letting Jake walk into your room first before comfortably sitting down on your bed. There was still soft music playing in your room from earlier. Jake walked around your room in awe. He smiled looking at the pictures and posters on your wall.

 He thought about how people were extremely right when they said ''a girls room is a museum of everything she's ever loved''. 

He giggled looking at the baby pictures of you and your brother sitting next to each other while messily eating something that looked like strawberry ice cream. He took one more look around before carefully sitting down on your bed right next to you. 

You both didn't say anything for a few minutes. You calmly listened to the music playing in the backround, while enjoying each other's presence. 

'' I genuinely don't know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think i'm going a little crazy '' Jake admitted, breaking the silence. 

'' I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that'' He added, covering his face 

You chuckled quietly, trying to remove his hands from his face. 

'' You're silly ''

'' And you're like really pretty '' He whispered, looking into your eyes this time. 

You caught yourself getting lost in Jake's eyes for a few seconds. And without realizing it, you ended up looking at Jake's lips. You had no idea you could get that comfortable with someone in just a few hours. You suddenly trusted him like no one else.

'' Y/N ? '' 

'' Yes ? '' 

'' Close your eyes... '' He said. And so you did. 

Something about being with Jake just felt incredibly right.

And just a few seconds later, you felt Jake's hands cup your cheeks and his hot breath against your lips. Your breath hitched when you felt his plump lips gently brush against yours, and you couldn't help but quickly close the tiny gap between your lips. The kiss started off slow, with his one hand on your cheek and the other one on your waist. He pulled you onto his lap, intensifying the kiss before quickly pulling away, leaving you confused.

'' Wait '' He whispered, breathing heavily 

'' Is this okay for you ? '' 

'' Of course it is '' 

'' It's not too much ? ''

'' No. Now shut up and kiss me '' You commanded, making him smile cheekily 

You felt him trap your bottom lip between his teeth before finally connecting your lips again, kissing you passionately. His fingers delicately caressed the skin of your thighs, making you whine into the kiss. He smiled against your lips, his hands roaming all over your body giving you goosebumps. 

He was really testing your patience. 

Jake gently helped you lay down on your back, before carefully hovering over you. He held your waist for support, deepening the kiss even more. Jake had never kissed anyone this deeply before. His touch was so gentle, but the way he kissed you was incredibly intense.

He kissed you with so much passion and ... love.

Before things could go even further, you softly broke the kiss. You both weren't able to open your eyes for a few minutes when you were breathing heavily against each other's mouths. Jake rested his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. He laid down next to you before pulling you against his chest, holding you close. You wrapped your arms around his waist, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. 

 He placed one last gentle kiss on your neck before looking at you with a soft smile.

'' Y/N ? ''

'' What ? '' 

'' You're a really good kisser '' 

You giggled, covering your face in embarrassment.

'' You were my first kiss '' You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise. There's no way he heard that right... 

'' You're joking '' 

'' I'm not '' You whined against his neck.

'' Look at me Y/N '' He said, making you look at him by lifting your chin.

You were flustured by the way he was looking at you. But you found comfort in his touch. 

'' This is all probably happening way too fast but let me take you out. Let's make memories together. ''

You smiled at him. 

'' I would love to ''

Jake gently pecked your lips, smiling like an idiot. He wasn't able to contain his smile anymore. He felt so happy... 

'' Do you believe in love at first sight ? ''

You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes. You inhaled his scent, feeling at ease.

'' I do... '' 

You and Jake knew exactly where this conversation was going. You could basically read each other's minds at this point. 

'' I didn't believe in it a few hours ago ... but now I sure do '' He explained, making you blush. You giggled at the way he was looking at you. Like you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen...

'' You're gonna drive me crazy... '' He said.

'' Trust me, I'm gonna love the heck out of you… '' 

'' Trust me Jake, so will I...''

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I'm sorry about the wait and from now on ill post one or two parts a week. I had a really busy week and this chapter takes things a little slow but next chapter will be really good. Thank you for reading, liking, and reblogging. Enjoy <3 - Astr0n0va 2,207 words

The next morning you woke up feeling certain things. You hadn’t even fully woken up and you started thinking about Armando and the events of last night. As your mind created thoughts and fantasies with him you started to lead your hand down your waistband and past your panties. But then there was a knock at your door. You retrieved your hand and groaned before getting up.

You opened the door to find Kelly standing there with a toasted bagel topped with cream cheese and a cup of Orange juice.

“Morning Y/n do you have anything to tell me?” She asked, holding out your breakfast. 

But as you went for it she pulled it back before you could reach it. You looked at her and she raised her eyebrows telling you to tell her. You took a peak in the hallway making sure Armando wasn’t anywhere near. Then you fully opened the door and let her in.

“Fine, come in.” You said before shutting the door.

She handed you your breakfast and as you started eating she started talking.

“ Well, I don’t know I found it strange that when I woke up at like 11 at night to get some water I made my way to the kitchen but you weren’t there. So I thought she must be in her room, but when I checked you weren’t in there either. So where were you missy?” She asked before stealing a bite of your bagel.

“First of all I thought this was my breakfast, and you can’t tell anybody but I was washing dishes and Armando offered to help and we started building something. Then I was giving him the house tour and I was showing him the garage and he asked if he could bring his bike in, and I was like yeah. Then we kind of went on a little late-night ride. After that, we come back and obviously, I’m thanking him and he’s like anytime princess.” You explained.

When Kelly heard the last sentence her eyes went wide.

“ I didn’t think of him to be a little sweet talker.” She said while changing positions to get a better view of you.

“But that’s not all because then it was like 12 or 1 in the morning and I felt a little thirsty. So I make my way downstairs to get a water bottle and find him shirtless in some pajama pants also looking for water. So then I’m asking him what he’s doing up and all that. Ok so he ended up putting the water case in the fridge, and then as I’m walking upstairs he’s behind me. And then I’m like good night Armando, and he’s like a goodnight princess. When I tell you my heart was down to my ass at that very moment I mean it.” You before taking a drink of your orange juice, as the storytelling of your night made you thirsty.

“So are you going to fuck him?” Kelly asked shamelessly.

“When you say it like that it makes me sound like a slut.” You said while getting up to pick out your outfit for today.

“Oh I’m sorry do you plan to make love with him Y/n?” She said while putting quotation marks around making love.

“Thank you, but I don’t know. He works with me. It's not like I can have sex with him and then see him every other day and act like nothing happened. So I’m not sure what I’m doing with him yet.” You said while pulling out a bikini from your mini suitcase.

“Ok just be careful whatever you do. I don’t want to see you get hurt, especially by him.” She said while coming closer and looking at the clothes you had picked out.

“See now this is what I am talking about you need to show off your body more. It's a shame that you hide it underneath all those baggy tees and sweatpants.” She said while peaking through your bag.

“Okay Kelly message received, but about what I just told you please don’t tell anyone.” You said begging her.

“ I won’t trust me. But as of right now, you need to get ready so we can fucking go.” She said before placing a slap on your ass.

“owwwww Now I’m going to get you back for that bitch.” You said to her before she grabbed your cup and started to walk out of the room.

“ oh come on you know you like it princess.” She says trying to mock Armando.

You grab a pillow and quickly throw it at the door but she closes it before it can make contact.

After you showered you put on your red 2 piece bikini and threw on a pair of jean shorts and a crop top. You put your hair in a claw clip, apply your lotions, oils, and perfume, and then slip into your sandals and make your way downstairs.

On the couch sat Rafe, Dorn, and Armando on their phones. But as soon as you went to turn around Kelly was right coming down.

“Can we take your car Y/n?” Asked Kelly.

“Yeah, sure. But how many Jet skis did you rent?”

“I think 3.” She said while grabbing your keys.

“But there’s 5 of us.” You said questioning her choice.

“Yeah me and Dorn on one, Rafe on one, and it was supposed to be you and Rita on one but since she’s not here your choices are Armando or Rafe.” She said with a smirk.

“Ride with me Y/n.” Said Rafe with a wink.

“Rafe I value my life and my safety so no, I’m not riding with you.” You said while turning to him with a smile.

“Then you are riding with Armando.” Said Dorn, sending you a smirk from across the room.

“Are you okay with that Armando?” You asked him.

“Yeah.” He said with a nod.

“Okay then everyone grabs your stuff and we are leaving in Y/n’s car,” Kelly said while turning off some lights and walking into the garage.

You went and locked the back doors and the front door. This made you the last one in the car. When you got there you noticed Dorn in the driver seat and Kelly as the passenger, this left you to ride in between Armando and Rafe.

>>> skip to the beach

You and Kelly rented a locker to put your stuff in. And as you finished putting your purse and valuables in there you noticed Kelly taking off her clothes revealing her swimsuit.

“Why’d you take your clothes off now?” You asked her.

“Why wouldn’t you take them off now?” She asked while taking off her shoes and placing them in the locker.

You took the message and took off your shorts and your crop top leaving you in your red two-piece. You slid your shoes off and grabbed your glasses before walking out to the rental shack with her.

The guys eventually came and you all divided into your pairs. Then as you got your life vest you looked over to your assigned Jet ski and saw Armando waiting for you. He wore some black swim trunks leaving his toned chest out, and around his neck 2 layered gold chains. As you made your way over he kept his eyes on you as you walked towards him.

“Do you want to drive it first or do you want me to?” He asked.

“You can drive it because I don’t know how to.” You replied.

He then proceeded to get on and then you got on behind him. As he took off you re-adjusted yourself bringing yourself closer to him.

“You can’t put your arms around me I don’t bite.” He said with a small chuckle.

You looped your arms around him and as he took off speeding up you leaned your head on his back holding on to him firmly. After a few swerves and 10-15 minutes of riding Armando convinced you to try to drive it.

“You sure. I don’t want to flip us or anything.” You said while he got off and waited for you to scoot up.

“We will be fine, princess let’s go. I got you if anything.” He said while hopping in behind you.

You put your hands on the 2 handlebars and as soon as you are about to start applying pressure you feel Armando’s body come into contact with you, and his hands go over yours guiding the jet-ski.

Due to his body being bigger his hand just covered yours and helped you guide, and steer the Jet Ski in the right direction.

His scent was strong even though the smell of saltwater should have faded. You saw Keely and Dorn and steered their way with the help of Armando. Before you noticed Rafe was also coming in.

“Y/n how about a little race?” Asked Kelly.

“I don’t know I’m not…” you were cut off by Armando.

“To where?” Asked Armando.

“Rafe, go out,” Kelly said.

After that Rafe steered out about 1/4 mile out.

“What the fuck?” You said while looking back at Armando.

“It’s okay princess we got this just trust me.” He said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You swallowed hard and just looked forward again.

“So are we on 1/4 mile?” Asked Kelly.

“We’re on,” Armando replied.

“Alright then when Rafe gives the signal we go.” She said, adjusting herself as Dorn let out a nervous laugh.

“Guys it’s just a friendly race, don't forget that,” Dorn said trying to lower the competitiveness between Armando and Kelly.

“Yes please don’t forget.” You added.

Kelly and he brushed off you and Dorn’s comments and kept their focus on Rafe waiting for him to give the signal. When he did Armando applied pressure onto your hand making the jet ski go faster, this made you sink back into him the farther y’all got. 

Dorn and Kelly were a bit behind you guys but slowly catching up, so Armando decided to swerve the Jetski to get more water on them. So they would slow down and lose. 

But on the last swerve to get back into the side you were both originally on he ended up applying too much force. This caused the Jetski to flip.

Everything happened so fast that you didn’t realize when your body hit the water. The only thing you could acknowledge was that Armando had his arms around you. 

He pulled you up, helping you stay afloat and stay above water before he made his way to the Jetski and flipped back over trying to help you get on. He helped you push yourself up and back to the seat, and then he used his upper body strength to pull himself up. 

“You guys okay?” Says Dorn.

“I would have felt better if we would have won.” You replied.

“You almost drowned and you worried about winning.” Says Rafe while checking his phone.

“No first off my life vest saved me and Armando made sure I wasn’t underwater for a long time.” You said trying to make the situation better.

“Whatever, we have to go, we have to get ready for tonight. And we also have to eat.” Kelly said.

“Yeah, fine let’s go,” Rafe said before putting his phone in the seat compartment and steering off. Then Kelly and Dorn followed.

“Do you still want me to drive back to shore?” Armando asked you. You could feel some of the guilt through his words. 

“Yeah, so we should probably switch,” you said while trying to stand up and keep the Jetski balanced.

You both switched seats, sending him to the front and riding on the back. You wrapped your arms around him and he started steering to the shore. I decided to break the silence.

“Armando.” You said hoping he would respond. 

“Hmm?” He said, keeping his gaze to the front. 

“ You know it’s not your fault it happens to most of us it's ok.” You said as he slowed down as y’all came close to the shore. 

He still wouldn’t look at you or look your way. You got off of the jet ski and took off your life vest. He did the same while not looking at you. 

“Armando, can you take this back for me?” You asked, trying to force some type of interaction.

He nodded and you passed it to him and then grabbed his hand. He was now looking you in the eyes.

“Thank you for saving me out there.” You said. And then placed a small kiss near the corner of his mouth. 

You then walked off back to the locker to get your stuff, and Kelly eventually joined you.

“I saw what you did out there.” She said nudging you. 

“Yeah like you said I have to get out of my comfort zone a little bit more.” You replied with a small smile.

“Fuck, I think when we get to the house I’m taking a nap and then I’m going to get ready for the club,” Kelly said exhaustedly.

“Same because I just know it’s going to be a long night.”

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A special little break time!

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You receive a message from the young Lord asking you a favor to help him convince Barbatos to get a break. He can't think of anyone else but you.

"I'm not exactly sure why Barbatos always follows your command, it is like your superpower! you can tell him to touch a rat and he will gladly do it" said Diavalo while giggling.

No really, it's so hard to convince him to take a break. Even when the young Lord himself told him to. His excuses are always "This is my duty" or "I'm your Butler". And technically you agreed to help Diavalo.

firstly, you open your phone and text Barbatos to meet you at the cafe.

"Is this something important? If not, I will not come." Barbatos replied to your text. But no, you won't give up that easily. You are determined that you can do it! so this time, you call him.

"Let's do something fun Barbatos! aren't you tired of working?"

"I'm honored that you asked me, but no. I am not tired since this is my duty to keep an eye on the young master."

ugh. why isn't he agreeing to go out with you? how dare he say no to you. He rarely says that!

"Fine! I'll come over there then. wait for me Barbatos!" although he declines any offer, you are still determined to get him to take a break.

you are now inside of the castle, trying to find Barbatos but since it's so big, you almost got lost! even though you have been visiting the castle almost every week, you still managed to get confused about the layout of the castle. It's pretty huge after all. Searching for him makes you exhausted and really thirsty. walking around that castle is like an exercise for you. So you head over to the kitchen to get something to drink, and that's when you find Barbatos. Washing the dishes.

"Barbatos! I'm so glad I found you" smiling when you finally found him.

"Why hello there Mc, you seem to be panting a lot. Are you okay?" Looking back at you while finishing up his duty.

"yeah I'm fine dont worry." you replied while grabbing yourself a drink. Not long after that, you head over to the counter where Barbatos is drying his hands off, Again.. Trying to get him off work but he simply declined. No matter what you do or what you say he just won't.

"pleaseeee..?? pretty please? I'll do anything for you to get off from work!" You said to him while holding his hands with a pout.

God, You look so fucking adorable and he can't resist you. He tried to not look down at you because you were wearing a tight-fit dress and he didn't want to get a boner while working. But he can't. Looking down at you with that face makes him want to just fuck you. I mean.. it's your plan after all. You know he can't resist you with that dress and that is why you wear it.

You took advantage of it, tip-toeing over for a light kiss, teasing him. Your lips were as soft as a cloud and he needed more. He holds your waist to let you know that he doesn't want your pretty, soft lips to leave. A soft moan slipped out of your mouth as a response. His kisses slowly go down, from your lips, chin, and then your neck. He was so gentle and soft.. Gosh, you started to feel hot, and.. he was hard too. You felt his pants hardened, it's like he's asking you to unzip his pants and just.. suck it all.

"Well, I maybe perhaps need a little break don't I? Could you take care of me darling?" looking seductively at you, he asked you to help him and you knew exactly what to do, you are a good girl after all.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." you look at him innocently but you know deep down, your intention is not as innocent as your eyes.

On your knees, you started to unzip his pants. His dick was so excited that it just bounce right out, twitching as if he was so impatient, waiting for your next move. He was in fact, impatient. He needs your pretty little mouth to suck him deep. but.. why are you not doing it? Being impatient, He grabbed your head and pushed you so deep into him. Eyes widened, you didn't expect him to make the first move. You were gasping for air.

"b-barbatos.. calm down!" you choked on his dick, taking his dick out of your mouth.

"take it back, I didn't allow you to take it out."

after calming yourself down, you started to suck his dick again. It's so big that you can feel it hitting the back of your throat. Moaning when it did. Looking at him with pathetic eyes while sucking his dick off, it's like you're asking for his approval. Are you good enough? or are you not? He didn't say anything so you thought he was not satisfied. So you position your hands on his hips, sucking him way more quicker this time and you heard him grunt. Is he finally satisfied?

"i-is this good enough?" you asked him. Moaning as you say so.

"Yes. You're so good at this. keep sucking me." head tilting back while breathing heavily. Finally! he's satisfied.

He felt that he is about to cum. he didn't want to choke you with his precious cum so he take his dick out and release it all over your face. breathing heavily and moaning as he did that. Your face was all ruined now aww :(. Some of it was in your cheeks, hair, eyes, and lips. You licked some of it off while he stroke his dick. You smiled at him, what a good little girl. He needs more of you. and I mean. more.

He helps you stand up and then he lifts one of your legs to the counter and the other is at his shoe. Kissing all over you while he did. He kisses you as his hands guide his dick to your entrance. You were so wet by now. He is teasing you with his dick and he knows you want it.

"Barbatos please..? please put it inside. I can't wait anymore." whining and wiggling your ass as you told him, Gosh you were so needy for him. And he gladly does it.

He covers your mouth with his hands and slowly puts it inside. Eyes rolling and moaning when he did, your cunt was so tight and wet.. making him moan. He begins to fuck you slowly at first but as time went on, he got faster and faster. nghh his dick feels so good inside you and as for your legs? it was shaking. You were whimpering and moaning so much that he had to put his fingers inside of your mouth to calm you.

He was breathing heavily too, sometimes squishing your ass or your boobs when you were too loud. His hips begin to go quicker and tears are rolling down your face as you tell him to slow down. he didn't listen of course. Feeling that both of you are at the edge. He circle your clit to make you feel more pleasure.. kissing your neck while he did so.

"h-ha! barbatos~!" Hearing that makes him go more faster and sooner, and you both release at the same time. Your body trembling when you release, but still trying to suck his dick even deeper so that no cum of his is wasted. I mean, who wouldn't? his dick always hits your G-spot after all.

Your body was so weak that you couldn't stand up anymore. trembling so bad that you have to sit on the floor. It's not your fault, after all, It's his!

"Barbatos...I-i can't stand up anymore." while breathing heavily and letting his cum go out of your pussy to the floor. such a waste :( but you really try not to let anything spill out but you just can't.

"Don't worry darling. Since you helped me relax, I'll take care of you next. Maybe I should ask Diavalo for more breaks so I can just fuck you again hm?"

[gracies-baby]

Coke and Mentos

(Jenna Ortega x Reader)

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Y/n sits on the couch in her girlfriends house while her girlfriend showers. They had date plans and Jenna was shooting earlier that day and had to shower before they left.

"Aliyah, come with me" Y/n exclaims as she stands up quickly, having just thought of a prank to pull on her girlfriend.

"What? I was watching a movie" Aliyah groans before she sees her sisters girlfriend take the bottles of coke out the fridge and getting a packet of mentos.

"Oh my god.. what are you doing?! Jenna's gonna kill you! She's literally showering right now! Actually, I'm surprised you're not in there with her"

"She's not gonna kill me. I'll make it up to her later tonight" Y/n responds as she takes the caps off the bottles and drops the mentos in them, leaving one of the bottles alone.

"Ew, I don't wanna hear about that" Aliyah gags as she watches the older girl put the bottles back in the fridge.

"I think she's coming, get back to the couch" Y/n rushes out as she and the younger girl sit back on the couch just as Jenna walks into the room with wet hair and a towel around her neck.

"Oh, hey Jen Jen, can you get me some coke please? In a glass?" Y/n asks her girlfriend with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure baby. You know they'll have coke at the restaurant, right?" Jenna asks with a smile as she walks to the kitchen after giving her girlfriend a soft kiss.

"Yeah, but I really want some now" Y/n whines as she and Aliyah share a knowing look.

"Oh shit!" The girls hear after a fizzing noise comes from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Y/n calls out as she holds back a laugh.

"Nothing babe, just a bit of a spillage!" Jenna calls back as she starts to clean up the coke from the counter. Y/n sends Aliyah a guilty look before calling out again.

"Well, can you get my drink before you clean it? I'm just really thirsty"

"Sure baby" Jenna opens another bottle only for it to explode over her again.

"What the fuck!" Jenna yells again.

"Jenna? Are you okay?" Aliyah calls out.

"I think these came pre shaken!" Y/n and Aliyah hold back a laugh.

"Hang on Y/n I'm getting it now" Jenna calls out sweetly as she gets another bottle only for it to explode again, only this time she holds it over the glass, filling it half way.

"Here you go babe" Jenna walks back to the living room with the glass in hand.

"Baby, what happened to you?!" Y/n exclaims with a laugh as she looks at her girlfriend covered in coke.

"They kept exploding! Every single one of them!" Y/n walks to the kitchen and grabs the bottle without the mentos and opens it.

"Are you sure? This one's fine" Y/n smiles as she fills her glass all the way.

"Babe, there's something actually wrong with them" Jenna says as she looks at her girlfriend in disbelief before Aliyah bursts out laughing.

"Jen Jen, I need to tell you something" Y/n takes her girlfriends hand and squeezes it comfortingly.

"Sure, what?"

"I put mentos in the bottles" Y/n stifles a laugh.

"Y/n, are you serious?"

"I'm sorry baby"

"Feel my hair! I just showered!" Jenna brings her girlfriends hand to her hair for her to feel the stickiness.

"I know, I'll help you shower again and we can go out another night" Y/n leans up and presses a soft kiss against her lips as she intertwines their fingers.

"Ugh, this is officially not entertaining anymore" Aliyah says as she walks back to her room.

"Also, I went on a trip to Victoria's Secret today" Y/n tells her girlfriend with a smirk.

"I forgive you, let's go shower" Jenna pulls her girlfriend to the bathroom.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Apology 18+

Reader x Maya Le Tissier

Warning: Smut, Daddy kink, dirty talk, Top R, Bottom Maya, unprotected sex, Creampies, squirting, pussy eating, clit teasing, hickeys, stomach bulge, sloppy blow job, throat pie, Spit kink, leg Trapping, positions: Missionary, 3 legged dog, on Side

Word count: 3.9k

*Y/n's pov*

2 days.... It's been 2 days since I last saw Maya and talked to her. A couple days ago her and I along with some of the girls decided to go out to the bar after training and just relax after a long day of training.

Maya and I were 3 whiskeys in and were a bit Tipsy, we Were on the dance floor. A sexual song turns on, Maya turns her back to me and presses her ass against me and grinds her ass against me. I place my hands on her hips and move in sync with her.

Maya and I had a major crush on each other, this was the first time we were getting handsy and made our move. I was buying the drinks tonight, Maya smirks and continues to grind her ass back against my bulge. Shit I was getting turned on from the friction.

Maya giggles, she stands up straight and wraps her arms around me and moves her hips and moves around to the beat of the song, her hands roaming my body and moving onto my ass and squeezing my ass.

I bite my lip as she works her hips and slightly humps my thigh and squeezes my ass I moan and rest my head against her as we move to the music.

"Kiss me Y/n" Maya whispers.

I lean in and kiss her slowly, mayas lips move in sync with mine and we make out. Maya makes out with me and kisses me deeply for 2 whole minutes before breaking the kiss when air starts to become a problem.

Maya rests her head against mine. "I'm thirsty babe."

I smile. "I'll get you a drink."

Maya tells me to get her another whiskey. I smile and nod, I leave her and go over to the bar and order us drinks. I look over and my heart drops as I watch Maya making out with Rachel Daly and getting handsy with her and grinding her ass against Rachel Dalys front.

Rachel was biting her she was moving with Maya and touching her ass, her hands were on her ass spanking it and squeezing it. The bar tender brings me drinks, Maya turns and kisses Rachel again. Maya opens her eyes and looks at me.

Her face drops when she sees me standing there watching her and Rachel. I leave the drinks at the bar, I quickly pay the tab and leave the bar.

I hear Maya shouting my name and calling for me as I leave the bar.

*2 days later*

I had just gotten back home from training. Maya and Rachel had tried talking to me but I ignored them and kept my distance. They eventually got the hint and just left me alone.

I get back home, I shower and get cleaned up. As I'm brushing my hair. I hear a knock on the front door, I open the door and sigh when I saw the very last person I wanted to see standing there.

"What do you want?" I ask coldly.

"Please, let me explain. We need to talk." Maya says.

I sigh and give in. I move to the side and let her inside, I close the front door behind her and lock it. She filled me into the kitchen, I give her a coke and a water bottle and grab drinks for my self and we move to the living room.

We sit on the couch and Maya starts explaining.

"Look I'm really sorry Y/n. I was drunk and it was a mistake, it didn't mean anything." Maya says.

I look up at here. "Drunk or not, you shouldn't have done it." I reply.

Maya nods, and takes a sip of her coke. I look at her, and take a sip of my coke as well. She looked beautiful, sweat pants, and my number from college on the back of her shirt and my last name. Her hair was braided, she looked back at me.

"I like you Maya, I really like you. More than friends." I say, I trial off and look at her and see her smiling at me.

"I really like you to Y/n." Maya says.

I smile, and look at her. "I'm really fucking sorry Y/n. That night with Rachel it didn't mean anything it was a stupid mistake."

I nod, and look up at her. "Did you guys?... you know." I trial off.

"Have sex? No we didn't sleep together, after you left I paid for my drinks and left as well and got a hotel room for the night. Rachel left and went back home." Maya says.

I felt like an idiot. "I'm sorry too."

Maya gets up she takes one last sip of her coke and wake over to me. She sits on my lap, I tense up at first but immediately relax she leans in and hugs me. 

I immediately hugged back I missed her touch, I missed her laugh, her smile and her scent. Maya breaks the hug and looks at me and kisses me deeply, I'm shocked at first but immediately start kissing back.

I place my hands on her hips as well continue to kiss and make out. I moan in the kiss as Maya slowly grinds against my lap. I moan in the kiss, I pick her up as we continue making out and lay her on the couch.

I break the kiss and look at her I knew exactly where this was going. "Are you sure about this? I don't have a condom." I say.

Maya smiles and nods. "Yes I'm sure."

I smile and kiss her again. We take off each other's shirts and sports bras and toss them off to the side. Maya moans as I break the kiss. I place kisses on her neck, I kiss and suck on her neck leaving hickys Maya moans in pleasure as I leave hickys on her neck.

I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck on her chest and tits leaving a few hickys. Maya moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

I smirk against her skin, I kiss from her tits down to her stomach and abs. Mayas breath hitches as I lick her abs.

"Fuck... please Y/n I need you." Maya cutely begs.

I kiss from her abs down to her sweat pants, I grab the waist band of her sweats and panties and slide her sweats and panties down her legs and toss them off to the side.

*Maya's Pov*

I blush darkly as Y/n lays between my legs. I quietly moan as she kisses my inner thighs teasing me. I moan and push her head to where I need her the most.

I moan and run my fingers through Y/n's hair as she licks my folds. I moan as y/n slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she eats me out.

"Mm fuck Y/n." I moan in pleasure.

I massage my tits and slowly grind against her face and finger desperate for a release. I moan as she slips in a second finger and fingers me a bit faster as she eats me out.

"Mmm fuck, fuck right there." I moan in pleasure.

I rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head as she continues to finger me and eat me out. I moan and grip the sheets.

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

Y/n giggles and kisses me. I smile and kiss her back, Y/n picks me up and makes out with me and moves us upstairs to her room. She  sets me down and closes her bedroom door.

*Y/n's Pov*

Maya smirks and walks towards me she pins me against the wall and makes out with me. I'm shocked at first but start kissing back. I spin us around and pin her against the wall, Maya rubs my bulge over my shorts. I moan in the kiss as she does this, Maya smirks.

"Take off your clothes baby." Maya  says.

I nod, I do as she says, I take off my clothes leaving me naked and toss them off to the side. Maya smiles, she gets the idea. She wraps her leg around my back, I smirk. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. Maya moans in pleasure as she takes my dick inside her tight wet pussy.

I smirk and kiss her, Maya pulls me a bit closer to her. We both moan in pleasure as this causes me to go a bit deeper inside her.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her. "Mmm fuck baby. You're so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Maya giggles and moans. "F-Faster."

I nod and moan as I thrust into her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Maya squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and thrust into her harder and faster. I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy. 

Maya mouth hangs open, I start to pound her g spot. Maya moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Maya moans in pleasure.

I smirk. I moan and continue to thrust in and out of her faster as I continue to pound her g spot. I reach down and tease and slap her clit. "Oh fuck." Maya shouts as she squirts like crazy all over my dick, my thigh, my abs and all over the ground.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Maya moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to thrust in and out of her even harder and faster than before.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Maya cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Maya moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Maya know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Maya  moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"M-Maya baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Maya moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. Some of my cum drips out and drips onto the floor.

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Maya moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss I slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum immediately pours out of her and onto the ground. Cum glazes her folds, coats her thighs, some of the cum drips onto my dick.

Maya smiles and kisses me deeply and lovingly. I smile against her lips and kiss back. "Get on the bed and lay down in missionary." I order.

I began to tease her pussy with my length, hitting her clit and putting my tip in and out of her entrance. I giggle as Maya moans and pouts, I bite my lip and slam my cock back inside her making her moan loudly in pleasure and gripping the sheets.

I grip her thighs as I thrust in and out of her at a fast pace. "Fuck Y/n, you're actually fucking huge." She moaned as she adjusts to my size in this position. Her head moving side to side as my thrusts sped up putting her through more pleasure.

"F-Fuck Y/n, please keep going." Maya begged, as vains popped out of her neck.

"Does it feel good baby." I asked as I held onto her right boob.

"So so good, I'm close." Maya cries out in pleasure.

"Beg me, why should you be allowed to cum." I demanded.

"Fuck I've been a good girl Y/n, your good girl please let me cum." Maya begged.

"Okay, when you're ready cum baby." I agreed not wanting to tease her anymore.

A few more hard thrusts I began to feel my balls tighten, also from the sight of Maya's tits bouncing up and down. I pulled her left leg up over my shoulder to give me more of an angle to go deeper into her pussy.

Creampie:

"Fuck." I shout at the same time as Maya. We both begin to cum again at the exact same time, her juices leaking out of her pussy as I fill her up. Both becoming moaning messes under each other's touch.

I kiss her calf up and down as we help each other come down from our highs. "Such a good girl for me." I whispered as I kissed up Maya's body reaching her lips. "Can you go again?" I asked as I planted a kiss on her lips.

She nodded in response, Maya lays on her side. Maya moans as I rub my tip through her cum glazed pussy. I moan and slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. I moan as her walls clench around me.

Maya moans as she takes my dick back inside her. "Fuck love your so tight and wet." I moan as I'm back inside her, I moan and kiss her.

*Maya's pov*

I moan as Y/n slides her dick back inside my cum filled pussy. "Mmm fuck, so tight and wet." Y/n cutely moans.

I smirk and moan, Y/n moans and kisses me deeply and lovingly. Y/n breaks the kiss and rests her head against mine, she lifts my leg a bit and holds it. Y/n locks eyes with me as she slowly thrusts in and out of me.

I wrap my arm around her shoulder. Y/n and I both moan as she thrusts in and out of me a bit faster. "Mmm fuck, I love you balls deep inside me." I moan in pleasure.

I look down and watch as her dick slide in and out of me. I blush darkly as I see my stomach bulge. "Fuck that's so sexy." I moan. I place my hand on it and smile. "I can feel your tip moving in my stomach." I moan.

Y/n smirks, god she felt amazing inside me. I was loving every second of this, I didn't want it to end. I was close to cumming and it's only been 20 minutes.

"Holy shit." I cry out in pleasure. Y/n moans, she makes me look at her. Y/n opens my mouth with her finger, and spits on my face and in my mouth. I moan as she does this, I moan and swallow her spit.

I moan, fucking hell I had a massive spit kink. Her doing that turned me on even more, fuck she's so sexy she's Dom. I scream in pleasure as she begins to pound my pussy fast and hard.

"Fuck! Fuck." I moan loudly in pleasure. I can feel her throbbing inside me, she really needed a release. I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

I moan loudly in pleasure. "Fuck you're really deep in there babe." I moan as her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. Her on top of me Doming me made me weak and super wet, it was a major turn on.

I moan as my walls clench around her. I smirk as I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know she was close to cumming. "You close baby?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm I'm close." Y/n moans.

"Let go baby, bust your seed inside me." I moan, as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over the couch on her abs, dick and on the ground. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my pussy. I wrap my arm around her and look her deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply, we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans and thrusts into me even faster and harder. My tits bounce out and down as she continues to fuck me.

Her balls slap against my skin. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was about to bust her load at any second. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

I moan and grip the couch cushion. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Me too baby." Y/n moans. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks.

"So fucking bad." I moan as she fucks my brains out. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm F-Fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. "Cum baby, cum in my tight slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier meeting her know that I was about to cum. "Mmm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Maya giggles and moans. "Cum baby. Cum in my tight slutty pussy." Maya moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep here pussy. Maya moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I boot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Maya moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Maya ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the couch. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breath.

"Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Maya pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mm so can you." I say.

I blush as Maya lays between my legs. "Can I suck your dick?" Maya questioned me as I laid down beside her.

"If that's what you want to do baby I wouldn't stop you." I giggled.

"Just want to feel your cock in my mouth." She smiled as she shuffled her way between my legs sorting out her pointy tail for me to hold onto.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it all?" I questioned as she spat on my dick.

"I'll take all of it, be your good girl." She moaned as she began to slowly jerk me off, spitting on my tip as her spit traveled down my length.

Slowly Maya lowered herself head and begin to give me head. Her mouth so warm around the tip of my dick.

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I grip her ponytail just like she wanted me too.

She began to bob her head faster, knowing the effect she had on me, allowing my dick to slide all the way down her throat. Maya chokes and gags at the sudden feeling.

"Fuck Maya, do that again please." I begged, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Sweat dripping down my forehead.

Maya did as I pleaded, repeating what she did sallowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to gag again. Her spit spluttering everywhere covering my length moving her hand to play with my balls. The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up. Combined with the speed she was bobbing her head, she was pushing me closer and closer to exploding in her mouth.

"Fuck Maya, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned as I repositioned my grip on her pony tail guiding her head up and down on my length. I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was getting closer to my release.

She hummed against my dick in response as well as the new taste she was experiencing as she gripped onto my thighs to further up her speed.

"Uuuhh F-Fuck Maya S-Slo...."

Throat pie:

I couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth was too good, without any warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. I kept hold of her head as she took my load, swallowing it all.

"Good slut. Swallow all of that up." I moaned as I pushed her head slightly down making her take my full length one more time.

Releasing her head, Maya took a deep breath to help catch her breath. Her eyes watering, her face was a mess from all her spit and drool.

"Fuck baby, your face is such a mess." I moaned as I leaned back taking in the view I was partly responsible for.

"You like my face being a mess?" Maya smirked.

"Love it so much, shows that you're mine." I smiled.

Maya giggles and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

“Good apology?" Maya asks smiling at me.

"Mm it was An amazing apology." I kiss her.

Maya smiles. She cuddles me and we falls asleep.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Cold & Calculated

Coriolanus POV

"You haven't touched your wine."

Soarynn glances at her full glass of wine before looking back down at her plate, "I'm not in the mood for wine tonight."

Well then what are you in the mood for? That's what Coriolanus wishes he could ask, but he refrains from doing so and simply waves one of the maids over, "Bring my wife a different wine, something sweeter."

Soarynn sighs and shakes her head, holding her hand up to the maid, "Please don't trouble yourself, I'll just have water instead."

Their maid seems to be torn down the middle, wondering who they should obey. The wife, or the husband?

Coriolanus makes the decision for her and waves her off, settling his stare on his wife who's barely uttered a word since he got back home. He thought things might be different after Soarynn visited him at the office today but they're the same as always. He had been patiently waiting for Soarynn to bring him the file and when she did, he felt as if he had been let down.

She had knocked on his doors and entered once given permission, simply handing him over the file before promising to see him later. What was the point in having her come all that way?

He might as well have enlisted the help of a Peacekeeper rather than Soarynn who was barely able to maintain eye contact with him. And when he arrived home, she was in bed! In bed at six o'clock. Why she was in bed at this hour was beyond him but she roused herself and managed to make an appearance at dinner.

The girl was eating like a sparrow though, picking at her plate and it was beginning to frustrate Coriolanus. "Would you like the cook to make you something else to eat?" He asks, taking a bite of his chicken, the chicken that Soarynn normally loves. Soarynn pushes her plate away and shakes her head, "I'm not very hungry."

"You're not hungry," he repeats, his tone cold, "and you're not thirsty, so what are you Soarynn?" He's never spoken to her like this before, like a child but he's at the end of his fucking rope. If they can't behave like a normal couple, then they might as well be at each other's throats at all hours of the day.

Soarynn shoots him a lethal glare and pushes her chair back from the table, "I'm not going to be spoken to like I'm some sort of invalid," she tells him, quickly standing up and moving towards the doorway. Coriolanus is hot on her heels and follows her into the kitchen where the cook and the rest of their staff are bound to have front-row seats to witness the shitshow this marriage is becoming.

Did he marry the wrong girl? Does Soarynn have some evil twin he's never heard of? As far as he knows, she's the only child of a widowed man but people lie all the time.

Soarynn grabs an apple from their fruit platter and forges into the living room, completely ignoring him, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

Coriolanus stops in his tracks, truly baffled by this behavior. He needs a drink, a vacation, something. He needs to call Festus.

꧁ ꧂

"So...you just let her walk away?" Festus asks, clearly appalled by the story Coriolanus just told him. Coriolanus nods and takes another sip of his bourbon, "She said she was going to bed, what was I supposed to do?"

Festus rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, "For someone so smart, you're absolutely hopeless, you know that right?" Coriolanus glares at him but Festus ignores him entirely and continues, "You're supposed to fight for her Coryo! Make her know that you care. You do care for her don't you?"

Coriolanus scoffs and sets his drink down on the table, "Of course, I care about her, she's my wife." Festus shakes his head, "I mean do you really care about her? About her feelings and her interests? Is she more than a pretty face to you? Because you can always just get a divorce and marry someone else if Soarynn isn't making you happy."

Coriolanus nearly throws up at the idea of getting a divorce, something that is highly frowned upon in their higher circles. The only reason to divorce one's spouse is in the case of abuse, simple as that, not because Coriolanus can't get his wife to hold a decent conversation with him anymore. He'd rather be miserable than be shunned from the Capitol elite and his parents would never forgive him for ruining a perfect marriage.

Well, a perfect marriage on paper. In real life, it's a different story.

"I do care about her," he says with a sigh, "I care about her more than I care about myself, I just...I can't find it in myself to tell her that. Do you know what I mean?"

Festus leans back in his armchair, looking around the bar they're currently sitting in before he shakes his head, "Not really," he admits, "I've always told Persephone how I felt about her. First she annoyed me," he rolls his eyes, "but then I couldn't go a day without seeing her," he adds with a grin, "she's a great fit for me and Soarynn is a great fit for you from what I've seen."

Festus isn't wrong. Soarynn is so kind and gentle, with an aura of femininity that not every woman possesses. She's charming and eloquent and she's so beautiful.

"She is," Coriolanus agrees, "and I don't want her to be miserable, but I just want to be closer to her so that we don't have arguments like this that end with me in a bar with you and Soarynn at home by herself."

Festus scoffs, "What's wrong with being in a bar with me? And I highly doubt that one fight is going to ruin your marriage. Go home, shower first because you smell like a bar, then apologize and find out what's going on with her. Women are hormonal, emotional creatures," Festus says matter-of-factly.

Coriolanus thinks about it for a moment before nodding, "Alright, I'll go home and apologize for the way I spoke to her this evening and then ask if something's happened recently. I asked her a couple days ago but she lied straight to my face."

Festus raises his eyebrows, "Maybe she's planning something for you, like a surprise party." Coriolanus gives Festus a knowing look, "Well if she was throwing me a surprise party, then she would've told you and now you've ruined it for me."

Festus grins at him and shrugs, "Well we aren't throwing you a surprise party, but maybe it's something else. Maybe she's pregnant." Coriolanus widens his eyes at that suggestion that Festus so carelessly threw out. All of his married friends are trying to have children but everyone's so freshly married that nothing's come of it yet.

But Coriolanus can't remember the last time that Soarynn got her period and she always gets it the first week of the month since getting her birth control implant removed before their wedding. Getting her period again after years of not having it had been a bit of a learning curve for her and Coriolanus ended up going to the pharmacy one evening to buy every feminine product under the sun for her.

Some of those products made his skin crawl, strange flexible discs, and cups you could put up there to catch the blood. Being a woman must be terribly difficult if this is what they've been given to deal with.

But if Soarynn was pregnant, she'd tell him. Right?

Soarynn POV

Soarynn sits on the edge of the tub, waiting.

Not waiting for her husband who stormed out of the penthouse two hours ago, no. Coriolanus is a grown man who can take care of himself, she's not too worried about him right now. But she's quite worried about what this pregnancy test is going to tell her in exactly one minute and fifteen seconds.

Her fingers drum against the porcelain tub and Petunia paws at her ankle, letting out a soft meow. Soarynn gives her cat a soft smile before bending down to scoop her up, "Our lives might change Petunia," she tells her, "or they won't, and then I just argued with Coriolanus for no reason at all."

Soarynn has seen Coriolanus argue with his friends enough times to know that she got off easy tonight. He can be ruthless in even the smallest and silliest of arguments like the time he swore Festus was cheating in a game of charades.

She's glad he left though, most likely to blow off some steam before slipping into bed once she's fallen asleep. Visiting him in his office today felt so...strange, it was nearly suffocating. It was as if the tension. between them was so thick that neither of them felt as if they could breathe a single word to one another.

At least not a genuine word.

And then he insisted that she have some wine and now it's all fallen apart!

Soarynn checks her watch again and it's finally time to see if she's pregnant. On her way home from the office, she weighed out the possibility of her being pregnant. Her somewhat smaller appetite, her dizziness, and she was certain that her period was late. She'd have to ask Coriolanus about her period since he always marked the beginning of it on his calendar. She had sent him out one time to get her some products and ever since the man has been stockpiling for her in advance.

Pads, tampons, napkins, new underwear, a heating pad, he's got her covered.

Soarynn sighs and reaches out and grabs the test off of the counter, turning it over and gasping when she sees two thick lines. She's pregnant. A baby is growing inside of her right now. It's a good thing she didn't drink the wine.

She has to tell Coriolanus.

"Oh goodness," she whispers, sitting back on the edge of the tub, "we really have to get our act together now." The past six months they've skirted by with vague conversations and short glances but if they're going to be parents in nine months then they truly need to start acting like a married couple.

It's at that very moment that she hears the sound of the front doors being unlocked. It certainly can't be any of their staff who left hours ago so it's Coriolanus, probably hoping to slip into bed unnoticed. Soarynn pinches the bridge of her nose, she has to tell him, but can't she wait until tomorrow?

No! She has to do it now, get it over with, he is her husband after all and Coriolanus truly has been nothing but good to her besides this one little argument. Married couples argue all the time.

Soarynn slowly stands up and holds the pregnancy test tightly in her grip, he'll want a real confirmation that she's actually pregnant. She's heard of wives surprising their husbands with ornate setups to announce their pregnancy but this will have to do.

Soarynn makes her way into the bedroom and comes face to face with a rather distraught-looking Coriolanus. His normally styled hair is now a mess of golden curls, his eyes look tired and his white shirt is slightly unbuttoned, showing off his chest. He looks messy for such an important man.

"Soarynn," he breathes, some desperation in his tone.

Soarynn swallows and takes a step back, she can smell the alcohol in his breath from here. He frowns and runs a hand through his curls, "I've made a terrible mistake," he says and Soarynn's heart drops.

Has he been unfaithful to her? Did it only take one fight for him to find someone else? Is he going to file for divorce?

She can't afford any of these things right now, not when she's finally pregnant.

"You want a divorce?" She asks, her voice barely a whisper. Coriolanus furrows his brows and gives her a confused look, "Divorce? No, no, I...I would be a fool to let you go." His words, although slightly influenced by his intoxicated state, make her heart flutter. Soarynn sighs and relaxes her shoulders, "Then what terrible mistake have you made Coriolanus?"

Although he looks quite disheveled, it's not like Soarynn looks any better right now in her nightgown, bare-faced with her hair tumbling down her back. Coriolanus opens his mouth and then closes it, shaking his head, "I need to tell you something," he finally says.

Soarynn clutches the pregnancy test a little tighter and she takes a step towards him, perhaps this is the time when they can both come clean and work out their issues. "I have something to tell you too." His piercing blue eyes slightly widen and it gives him a more innocent look, as if he were a young boy. Soarynn's seen the pictures of Coriolanus when he was younger, he's always been handsome.

Coriolanus nods and clears his throat, "Very well then."

They both wait a beat, seeing who will go first but they've never been too good at this whole "communication aspect" of their relationship and they end up blurting out their confessions to one another at the same time.

"I'm pregnant."

"I love you."

Coriolanus POV

꧁ 6 Months Ago ꧂

"Do you Coriolanus Snow, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you vow to protect her with all that you are, to keep her by your side, and to provide for her and the children she shall bear for you? Do you vow to be a beacon of strength for your family, to uphold your values whilst guiding your family? Do you vow to remain by her side no matter what shall befall her, in sickness and in health?"

Coriolanus swallows as he looks down at Soarynn, his fiance, and in a few moments, his bride.

His wife.

It feels like he met Soarynn a thousand years ago, goodness knows he's had to jump through a few hoops to get to this point, to the wedding. The proposal had been somewhat nerve-wracking as there are certain expectations for a Snow to meet. Still, the proposal went well and of course, ended with Soarynn accepting.

His fingers rub the wedding ring that now sits on her dainty finger and he nods, offering her a small smile as she gazes up at him through her veil.

"I do."

There's almost a sigh of relief that sounds throughout the room, his parents being the cause of it. They had been so worried that the marriage might not work, that Soarynn and Coriolanus would end up hating each other but as luck would have it, Coriolanus truly doesn't mind being around Soarynn.

She's well-educated, a good listener, kind and funny. And she's gorgeous. The perfect wife for a Snow.

"Then by the power invested in me by the great country of Panem, I now announce you husband and wife. Coriolanus, you may kiss your bride."

Coriolanus grins as he carefully lifts the veil away from Soarynn's face, revealing her dazzling blue-gray eyes. Her skin looks perfect, soft, and dewy without a blemish in sight. He can hear their family and friends cheering as he gently cups her face, leaning down to finally kiss his wife.

The kiss is short and sweet, two words that perfectly describe Soarynn who still somewhat shies away from too much physical contact. It's honestly adorable how flustered she gets at the slightest touch. Heaven knows how she'll survive tonight. Coriolanus spent a good majority of his morning thinking about consummating the marriage and how he'd go about it.

He couldn't be too sweet and sappy, no. He was to be respected in all domains of their relationship, even the more intimate ones. But he also doesn't want to scare her, Soarynn is so sweet and kind, she deserves a good first time. And Coriolanus has more than enough experience to where he feels confident in leading her through the deed.

He breaks away from the kiss and finds Soarynn giving him a genuine smile, a smile that he often wishes he could see more of. Soarynn is a proper Capitol lady who's mastered the art of a fake, polite smile whilst in the company of the elite. He's only seen her truly smile a number of times and always in the company of either him, her father, her cat, or her friends. To see her smile makes his heart beat a little faster.

Perhaps one day it'll be the only smile she wears, and they'll feel free to let their guards down around one another. But as he leads them down the aisle and smiles at family and friends, he realizes that it's wishful thinking.

This marriage isn't for love.

It's the things we love most that destroy us.

꧁ ꧂

꧁ Present Time ꧂

Coriolanus nervously taps his foot on the elevator floor as it takes him up to the penthouse. He has to come clean, be honest and straightforward with Soarynn. 

Telling people how he feels isn’t something he’s very comfortable with, he’s always been the strong and silent type, just like his father. 

But he’s seen the way the stern and authoritative Crassus Snow completely melts when he’s around his wife. It sounds so nice, to be able to let his guard down around Soarynn. 

Over the past week, he’s found himself absolutely enamored by her and her sweet, gentle femininity. He’s seen how kind she is to everyone from their friends to their household staff. She’s truly one of a kind and he had the audacity to snap at her during dinner tonight. 

He’ll have to both apologize and come clean about his true feelings towards her. 

He loves her. He loves Soarynn. 

It’s taken him an embarrassingly long time to realize that but he knows for certain that he’s fallen in love with Soarynn even though that was never the end goal. Their marriage was arranged to join two great houses together, feelings aside. But his feelings have pushed through and he knows in his heart that if he doesn’t tell her now, he’ll never tell her. 

The sound of the elevator doors snaps him back into reality and he steps out into the hallway, reaching into his pocket to grab the keys. He hopes he hasn't left Soarynn in a state of disrepair. Suppose she cried herself to sleep? He'd never forgive himself. He's done a lot of things to her, fucked her, kissed her, taken care of her, but he's never once made her cry and that counts for something.

He unlocks the front doors and quietly steps into the entryway, finding the penthouse dark and quiet. Soarynn most likely dismissed the cook once he left and their maids are likely asleep in their servant's quarters that the penthouse holds.

Sometimes Petunia will come running down the hallway to greet him, but it's late and he slightly smells like the bar and alcohol so Petunia most likely won't be giving him any warm greetings.

He makes his way to their bedroom and the lights are still on which means she's still awake. The bathroom doors are closed though and Coriolanus suddenly feels so hot, as if he's being baked alive by his guilt. He's quick to unbutton the top two buttons on his shirt, hoping to give himself some breathing room. Why must this be so difficult?

But if he doesn't do this now, then he'll never try again. And he can at least do that, try to tell her how he feels.

The bathroom doors open and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of his wife, dressed only in a nightgown, her blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders with her face barren of any makeup.

She looks beautiful.

"Soarynn," he breathes and he sounds entirely desperate, a feeling he's not used to. But he'll gladly let her see this side of him, the more desperate side of him in exchange for her true love and devotion rather than what's expected of her.

Soarynn takes a step back and swallows which causes him to frown, is she afraid of him? No, but he certainly looks like a drunken mess right now. He can't blame her for wanting to put some distance between them.

Coriolanus runs his hands through his curls which have become quite unruly as the night has progressed. He looks like a mess. Where should he even start?

"I've made a terrible mistake," he confesses and it's almost as if he can see her heart breaking. He curses himself for such a brazen set of words, she must think he's come to her with news of an infidelity he's never committed, or wishes to separate after the little spat they had this evening.

She holds something tightly in her small hand but he can't see what it is, "You want a divorce?" She asks him, her voice is so soft and fragile. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, "Divorce? No, no, I...I would be a fool to let you go." Maybe it's the alcohol talking but he means it, he'd be an idiot to let a girl like Soarynn walk out of his life.

Soarynn lets out a small sigh and her shoulders relax, "What terrible mistake have you made Coriolanus?" She asks him, seemingly nervous as to what he'll reveal to her.

He contemplates coming straight out and saying it, but he doesn't want to startle her, but at the same time he's so pent up that it might feel good to just get it all out in the open. He opens his mouth but the words nearly die in his throat and he closes his mouth before shaking his head, "I need to tell you something," he finally says, looking down at the floor.

"I have something to tell you too."

His eyes widened at her words, he didn't expect her to share something with him as well but perhaps whatever she was hiding has something to do with dinner tonight and why she didn't want to drink the wine. She looks nervous and yet entirely innocent, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.

He clears his throat and gives her a small nod, "Very well then."

He waits a moment for her to share her piece but it seems that she's waiting for him to do the same and they both end up blurting out their confessions at the same time.

"I love you."

"I'm pregnant."

Coriolanus nearly doubles over when hearing those words leaving Soarynn's lips. She's pregnant, with his child. Soarynn's mouth hangs open at his words and she lets out a shaky breath, "What did you say?" You'd think that he had just placed a curse on her entire bloodline the way she was looking at him.

Coriolanus tugs at his curls and lets out a frustrated groan, "I love you okay? I've been consumed by your entire being for far too long and it's high time I was honest with you...and myself," he adds. Soarynn's expression slightly softens and that's enough to give him the courage to continue, "I always find myself thinking of you and when I'm around you it's...it's as if nothing else in the world matters. But the only times I feel as if I'm truly with you are when we have sex when I can finally touch you and feel you but I want more than that, even if I'm being selfish and not honoring the arrangements of this marriage."

Tears mist in Soarynn's eyes and he worries that he's hurt her beyond repair. "You truly love me?" She asks him, her voice barely a whisper as she takes a step towards him. Coriolanus swallows and nods, "I do," he says, his voice clear and confident, "I woke up one day loving you and I don't know how to stop."

Soarynn looks down at her fist and uncurls her fingers, revealing a pregnancy test, positive no doubt considering the news she just told him. "Well, that's a good thing to hear considering we're about to expand our family." A small smile creeps onto his lips but it's still hindered by doubt. Coriolanus can love Soarynn all he wants, but she still hasn't said anything about her own feelings regarding him. In the beginning, he liked that about her, how she wasn't overly emotional and kept her feelings to herself.

But now he can see that it's become a double-edged sword for both of them.

He takes a larger step towards her, effectively closing the distance between them. She looks up at him and he can see a conflict of emotions behind her pretty eyes. Scared, happy, nervous, excited, and above all, unsure.

Coriolanus slowly reaches out, not wanting to startle her as he gently cups Soarynn's face in his large hands, her skin warming his immediately. "Do you remember what I asked of you on our wedding day? To always be honest with me?" He asks, his voice laced with distant memories of that fateful day six months ago. Soarynn nods, "Yes I remember."

Coriolanus gives her a wry smile, "Then I'm afraid I haven't always been honest with you my darling." Soarynn sighs and leans into his touch, "I haven't been honest either," she admits to which he raises his eyebrows. She finally gives him a small smile, "I often find myself missing you and wishing we were closer. Don't get me wrong, we could've been married off to horrible people, and for that, I'm thankful that I married you Coriolanus, but we truly don't know the first thing about each other. And yet...and yet I love you all the same."

It's as if they've both taken a breath of fresh air after drowning for so long with one another. Coriolanus presses his forehead against hers, "Then let's not waste a moment longer in not loving each other, not when we finally have a chance at starting a family." Soarynn's hands drift down to her stomach and she hums.

"I agree entirely. It's exhausting having to be cold and calculated."

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{ Part 5. }

[yn-bishop]

Coke and Mentos

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Based on a Tiktok

Y/n sits on the couch in her girlfriends house while her girlfriend showers. They had date plans and Jenna was shooting earlier that day and had to shower before they left.

"Aliyah, come with me" Y/n exclaims as she stands up quickly, having just thought of a prank to pull on her girlfriend.

"What? I was watching a movie" Aliyah groans before she sees her sisters girlfriend take the bottles of coke out the fridge and getting a packet of mentos.

"Oh my god.. what are you doing?! Jenna's gonna kill you! She's literally showering right now! Actually, I'm surprised you're not in there with her"

"She's not gonna kill me. I'll make it up to her later tonight" Y/n responds as she takes the caps off the bottles and drops the mentos in them, leaving one of the bottles alone.

"Ew, I don't wanna hear about that" Aliyah gags as she watches the older girl put the bottles back in the fridge.

"I think she's coming, get back to the couch" Y/n rushes out as she and the younger girl sit back on the couch just as Jenna walks into the room with wet hair and a towel around her neck.

"Oh, hey Jen Jen, can you get me some coke please? In a glass?" Y/n asks her girlfriend with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure baby. You know they'll have coke at the restaurant, right?" Jenna asks with a smile as she walks to the kitchen after giving her girlfriend a soft kiss.

"Yeah, but I really want some now" Y/n whines as she and Aliyah share a knowing look.

"Oh shit!" The girls hear after a fizzing noise comes from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Y/n calls out as she holds back a laugh.

"Nothing babe, just a bit of a spillage!" Jenna calls back as she starts to clean up the coke from the counter. Y/n sends Aliyah a guilty look before calling out again.

"Well, can you get my drink before you clean it? I'm just really thirsty"

"Sure baby" Jenna opens another bottle only for it to explode over her again.

"What the fuck!" Jenna yells again.

"Jenna? Are you okay?" Aliyah calls out.

"I think these came pre shaken!" Y/n and Aliyah hold back a laugh.

"Hang on Y/n I'm getting it now" Jenna calls out sweetly as she gets another bottle only for it to explode again, only this time she holds it over the glass, filling it half way.

"Here you go babe" Jenna walks back to the living room with the glass in hand.

"Baby, what happened to you?!" Y/n exclaims with a laugh as she looks at her girlfriend covered in coke.

"They kept exploding! Every single one of them!"          Y/n walks to the kitchen and grabs the bottle without the mentos and opens it.

"Are you sure? This one's fine" Y/n smiles as she fills her glass all the way.

"Babe, there's something actually wrong with them" Jenna says as she looks at her girlfriend in disbelief before Aliyah bursts out laughing.

"Jen Jen, I need to tell you something" Y/n takes her girlfriends hand and squeezes it comfortingly.

"Sure, what?"

"I put mentos in the bottles" Y/n stifles a laugh.

"Y/n, are you serious?"

"I'm sorry baby”

"Feel my hair! I just showered!" Jenna brings her girlfriends hand to her hair for her to feel the stickiness.

"I know, I'll help you shower again and we can go out another night" Y/n leans up and presses a soft kiss against her lips as she intertwines their fingers.

"Ugh, this is officially not entertaining anymore" Aliyah says as she walks back to her room.

"Also, I went on a trip to Victoria's Secret today" Y/n tells her girlfriend with a smirk.

"I forgive you, let's go shower" Jenna pulls her girlfriend to the bathroom.

[vilandel]

Just a random thought I had, I apologize 😅

*After an exhausting royal gathering, in the kitchens of the Silva Palace* Vanessa: This was really dreadful. Nozel: I apologize, you didn't deserve that. Vanessa: You neither and don't forget, I only came because I didn't want to leave you alone with that bitch nearby. Asta: But isn't that also Rosettes sister? Rosette: It's deserved, knowing what piece of work Athénaïs is. Zora: I like that energy. Vanessa: Anyway, as delicious this hot chocolate with whipped cream is, I would also love a bath later on. Nozel: I can have the royal baths ready for you, if you want. Vanessa: And help to get rid out of this clothes. Nozel: Do you need one of the maids? Nebra: Is he Asta stupid or just tired? Vanessa: And a giant bed a specific kind of cuddles. Asta: We can have a group cuddle later, like you always want the Black Bulls to do, but are there really different kinds of cuddles? Vanessa: *pouting* But I don't want a group cuddle, I want one only my handsome eagle can give me. Asta: Huh? Nozel: *slow realization* Oh... if you mean... You know that the Library is nearer, right? Vanessa: Finally you get it! Oh, I love the hunger in your eyes. *makes out with him* Solid: Really, in front of my hot chocolate? Noelle: You didn't need to come with us if you want to do that... Oh my gosh, you're doing actually THAT! Nozel: Sorry, we finish our cups and then we go! Zora: Better get out right now, otherwise Little Miss Royal here is going to be in a bad mood for the night. OUCH, what was that for? Nebra: How dare you say that I'm going to be in a bad mood? Zora: Is not my fault that your big bro is thirsty about the wino! Asta: Huh? But they aren't drinking right now? Solid & Noelle: STOP, PLEASE, WE'RE DRINKING HERE! Nozel & Vanessa: *slowly taking second cups of hot chocolate while trying hard to keep their hands from one another* Nebra: It is YOU who puts me in a bad mood! Zora: Oh, wanna work this out! Your fucking bedroom, then! Nebra: Let's settle somewhere else, last time you broke my bed! Zora: We broke your stupid bed, you where there too! Solid & Noelle: Not you too, please... Nebra: You still owe me that bed, you were too wild! Zora: You didn't complained back then, princess! Asta: Oh, you did some workout on the bed? Solid & Noelle: NO, THEY DIDN'T! AND I DON'T WANNA KNOW! Rosette: Well, this weirdly entertaining.

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

You Spin Me Right Around- E.M.

I know I'm already in the middle of a friends to lovers fic but I'm just so thirsty for it so here's another one.

You and Eddie play spin the bottle.

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, innuendo, drinking, smoking (lmk if I missed anything!)

Pairings- Eddie X Reader

Word Count- 2,248

(Gif not mine, credit to owner!)

Eddie didn’t want to go to the party with you. He thought it would be lame, and it probably would be, but what else is there to do on a Friday night in the middle of butt fuck nowhere Indiana? You’ve gotta take what entertainment you get.  

Of course, Eddie suggested you hang out at his place and roll up a couple fat joints, but you had an antsy “need to get out of the house” feeling that had you pleading to go to Steve’s party. You had heard about it from a couple girls in math class earlier that day. “Come on, Eds! We’ll have a good time! You know Steve’s parents always have good booze!” Finally, after giving your best puppy dog eyes, lip stuck out to boot, he relented. You wiggled with glee and hugged your best friend tight, going off to your bedroom to find something cute to wear while he sat and watched reruns of “I Love Lucy” on the television.  

When you came down the stairs in a black halter top and daisy dukes, your makeup and hair done to perfection, Eddie felt his heart—and his pants—stir. He had come to the conclusion that he was absolutely obsessed with you about .051 seconds after he first laid eyes on you, and what luck he had that you had taken interest in him, adopting him as your new best friend on the first day of his third senior year. You pulled him up from the couch, not even noticing his eyes wandering a little too far south to be friendly, and dragged him out of the house to your beat-up Ford to drive over to Steve’s party. 

When you pull up, the house is crawling with drunk teens and twenty somethings. Eddie fidgets with his rings anxiously as you pull him by the hand into the house, all smiles. Sure, Eddie and Steve are buddies now, sharing coparenting duties to the kids, but it’s not like the rest of the town really likes him. He’s still the Freak. You never seemed to remember that little detail. Probably because you never saw him that way. Why would others not see the amazing, talented, kind, funny person you did?  

You go to hug Nancy and Robin as you see them, letting go of Eddie’s hand to do so. His eyes drift around the room, trying to find someone to talk to in case you go off into your own little world without him, but after a few moments, he feels your soft fingers closing around his again, and he turns his head to see you back at his side. “You don’t wanna hang out with your friends?” He asks. Your brow knits together, making a face. 

“You’re my best friend. I brought you here so we could have fun together,” His heart melts a little as you give him that million-watt smile you’re so famous for before squeezing his hand and leading him to the kitchen to get some drinks. You see Steve there, and the three of you have a chat over a cup of hooch, then another. Eddie tries to take it easy on the drinks, seeing your cheeks flush with warmth as the alcohol starts to take effect. Eddie knows how much of a lightweight you are, and so he always makes a deal with himself to stay coherent enough to take care of you if you need it. Of course, you don’t mean to ever go overboard at parties. It’s just that once you start feeling good, you want to keep feeling good. And he just wants to make sure you stay safe, that’s all.  

Eddie starts feeling antsy with all of the people milling around the house. He can feel the stares of disgust on the back of his head, and while he never shows it, sometimes it feels like spiders crawling all over him. He leans down as you laugh at one of Steve’s jokes to murmur in your ear, “I’m gonna go outside. Need to take a smoke break,” He lets go of your hand, and you throw a fuzzy “’Kay!” Over your shoulder as he walks toward the back door. 

Of course, the backyard isn’t quiet either. It’s crawling with people in their underwear, dripping wet from jumping in the pool. There are couples making out on the lawn chairs, pressed up against trees, or laying down in the grass, and Eddie rolls his eyes as he tries to find a somewhat secluded spot to light up his joint. When he does, he takes a long, slow drag, letting the dank smoke fill his lungs before he blows it out, sputtering a cough upon feeling the burn. Of course, Eddie brought extra in case he runs into anyone looking to score. It’s part of the reason he agreed to come. So, as he smokes, he gets a few people coming up to buy some pre-rolls, and he makes a good $25 just standing there. As he’s about to flick the remainder of the joint away, he sees you bounding outside, calling for him. 

“Eddie! Eddie, where are you?” He waves his arms above his head as you scan your eyes across the backyard until you see him. 

“Over here, sweets!” You beam brightly as you make your way to him, watching where you step so you don’t slip into the pool. You notice the short remnant of the joint and make a joyful noise. 

“Can I hit that before you put it out?” He smiles as he hands it to you, noticing you’re much tipsier now than when he left you in the kitchen. You take a long drag, then a short one, your fingers no doubt getting warm as the cherry nears the very end of the paper, before dropping it and squishing it under your shoe. “Hey,” you say, catching Eddie’s attention again. “Some of us are gonna play spin the bottle. You want in?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him playfully. 

“I don’t know, Y/N...” Eddie begins, his hand going to wipe some sweat off the back of his neck in the humid summer air. “I don’t think I’d wanna kiss any of the people here.” When you give that pout again, he knows he’s done for. 

“Not even me?” You pucker your lips and make kissy sounds at him before laughing, and while his brain is shouting, You’re the exception! I’d kiss you anytime, anywhere... He simply rolls his eyes with a lazy smile.  

“Alright, alright. I’ll play. Lead the way, beautiful,” He offers his hand to you, and you take it, leading him back into the house and to the living room, where a smallish circle of people has formed on the floor.  

“Hey, guys!” Steve greets you, his eyes glassy. “Come on in and let’s get this party started!” People scooch over to accommodate you and Eddie, and you sit cross-legged on the plush carpet. You look over to Nancy, who sits on the couch with an amused smile on her face, sipping from her beer bottle. 

“Aw, Nance, are you not gonna play?” She shakes her head enthusiastically, giving a scoff. 

“God, no. This smells like disaster to me. I’m fine spectating.” You make a noise of feigned annoyance before turning back to the circle, your hand still holding Eddie’s. He’s used to the feeling of your hand in his after all these months of being so close, but sometimes he gets a jolt of realization that yours isn’t his hand to hold. And these realizations usually come when he’s high and stuck in his own thoughts, like now. He shakes it off, though, just wanting to see you have fun.  

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Steve offers himself up to the empty beer bottle as he leans forward to spin it. Around and around it goes until it rolls to a stop, the neck pointing toward a girl from Eddie’s geography class. Midge, maybe? He doesn’t make a habit of remembering names that aren’t important to him, like Eddie Van Halen, John Bon Jovi, Y/N L/N... 

The kiss is brief, everyone whooping and laughing as “maybe Midge” blushes, reaching forward toward the bottle for her turn. It goes on like this for a while, until sometime the bottleneck points toward you. Eddie’s suddenly paying very close attention. While he knows you’ve had boyfriends before, he’s never seen you kiss anyone. The thought makes him intolerably jealous, but also a bit curious. He watches quietly as you let go of his hand to lean across the circle, toward some guy Eddie doesn’t think either of you even know. The guy lets his hand cup your face as you come closer, and you give him a drunken, flirtatious smile as your lips meet his. It quickly becomes Eddie’s worst nightmare as he sees it isn’t just a peck. It’s open mouthed and hot. He can see your tongue go to caress the guy’s, and everyone’s cheering as you finally part, laughing as you sit back on your heels. A couple of other guys even slap the guy you kissed on his back, celebrating his luck in being awarded the privilege to kiss you. 

Now, it’s your turn to spin the bottle, which means Eddie will have to go through that torture of watching you kiss someone again. He almost closes his eyes as the bottle slows to a stop, but before he does, he sees the open top to the bottle pointed directly at him.  

Suddenly, his eyes go wide as saucers, mouth quirking down a bit in shock as he whips his head to look at you. You wear a similar look, secretly not believing that what you had been wishing for the entire time the bottle spun was actually happening. You look at Eddie, who you think looks almost displeased at the thought of kissing you, and so you lean forward to mutter to him, “You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want...” Your eyes flick downward, trying to hide your disappointment. Unfortunately, though, the drunkenness and the light high buzzing through your body don’t do you any favors. Of course, though, Eddie would never let you down. 

“No, no! I- I want to,” Your eyes lift back to his face, hope filling your chest cavity. He’s shocked that he had the sudden burst of courage to say the words, but how could he not when you looked so sad? 

“You do?” You ask, heart quickening in your chest. Eddie nods, his hand coming to meet your cheek. You press your face into his palm, relishing in the warm, rough touch of his hand.  

“Of course, I do.” A small smile forms on his lips, your eyes searching his for any doubt.  

Once you’re satisfied, your lashes flutter sweetly. “Well, what are you waiting for, then?” You breathe. Eddie lets out a breathy laugh as you start leaning toward him, eyes fluttering closed as your lips meet. It’s like the world fades away as he explores this new feeling. Your plush lips feel like heaven against his, and he can’t help but bring his hand to your waist as he opens the kiss, his tongue seeking yours. Your hands find the lapel of his vest and you pull him even closer, tilting your head to the side so you can get better access to his mouth.  

“Fucking, finally,” You hear Nancy from her spot on the couch. It makes you smile, as you were thinking the exact same thing.  

When you part, the room shouts for you and Eddie, whooping and cheering like it was the best kiss they’ve ever seen. “I take it you guys are out, now?” Steve laughs. Eddie’s eyes are still glued on your lips, already missing the feeling of them as his eyes darken with more than a few thoughts on how much he’d rather have you anywhere but here right now.  

“Yeah, we’re out,” Eddie practically hoists you off the ground as you laugh, clinging to his arm as you make your way out of the party, the sounds of cheers following you onto the lawn. Eddie presses you up against the door of your car, and you let out a gasp, feeling his fingers brush a few hairs from your face. 

“What do you wanna do now?” You breathe. Eddie doesn’t say anything, just dips his head down to yours, his hand tilting your face up as he captures you in another breathtaking kiss. Your arms wrap around his back, pulling him closer, mouths moving together like two puzzle pieces finding their way to their perfect match. It takes a moment for you to open your eyes as he pulls away gently, wanting to remember every single sensation. 

“I wanna take you home and do that until we fall asleep. Sound good to you?” Eddie murmurs, his forehead resting against yours. You bite your lip, nodding as a smile blossoms on your face. 

“Yeah, yeah... That sounds like a good plan.” You laugh together for a moment before you kiss again, shorter and sweeter this time than the last two. Eddie opens the passenger door for you, and you hand him your key as he walks around to the driver’s side. He tears out of the driveway, speeding down street after street, his hand in yours. There’s no way he’s ever gonna let you kiss anyone else ever again. 

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 2.

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings: none

you paced around your living room as you waited for Johnnies arrival. the clock had just reached 3:59. a cute guy was about to see your tiny, cramped apartment. shit. you snapped out of your thoughts and ran to your bedroom, where all of your supplies were. it was a pigs stye. you sped around the room, picking up all of the scraps of fabric and the miscellaneous notebooks scattered everywhere. you muttered curse words as you scrambled to get your space together.

knock, knock, knock.

you had finished your room just in time. who knew you could clean up your huge mess in two minutes?

you ran to get the door. "Hey." Johnnie smiled at you.

you brushed a piece of hair out of your face as you adjusted your messy bun. "Hey, come in." You led him inside. you probably should've changed out of your Bart Simpson pajama pants, but who has time for that? "You thirsty? I have water, diet coke, and I don't even know."

you grabbed a diet coke out of the fridge. "I'll take a diet coke, too."

you swiped up another. "Welcome to my humble abode, aka my 2 cm big apartment. I'm sure you know how NYC is."

he laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I do. it's really nice in here. you seem happy in this tiny apartment."

"I am, to be honest. it's nice having my own little space to myself, you know?" You cracked open your soda.

you led him through the living room and kitchen. you showed him where the bathroom was before leading him to your bedroom. "This is where the quote unquote magic happens." You sat on your fuzzy stool, letting him sit in the comfortable chair. "Make yourself at home."

he took a sip of his drink. "Thanks, y/n."

you pulled your tape measure out of the drawer. "So, I need to take your measurements. your jeans are tight, so they'll work. but," you hesitated, "if you're comfortable, I'd prefer if you took your shirt off so I can get the exact measurements of your torso. is that okay?"

"Yeah, whatever you need to 'do your magic.'" he air quoted. you giggled at his joke. "You're gonna see me shirtless all of the time, probably.

you raised your eyebrows.

"Since I'm modeling for you and shit." he added, a light pink shade spreading across his face.

"Right, well, I'll start with your legs or whatever. does that work?" You couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Would you mind standing back up for me? sorry."

"No problem." he stood up and walked closer to you. he watched carefully as you kneeled down in front of him. "you seem really fucking nervous." he teased. "you okay?"

"yeah, I'm fine. Just giddy because I have so many amazing ideas for you. I'm bursting at the seams."

"fuck, don't get me too excited. I was already super excited before I got here, don't make it worse." the atmosphere was peaceful as you silently worked on getting his measurements.

"now that I'm fucking doing it, you'll actually fit this shit." you mumbled, dissing the woman from yesterday. this made Johnnie let out a small giggle.

you stood up so you two were face to face. he slipped off of his shirt, revealing more tattoos than you expected him to have. your eyes grazed over them before you got back to work. whenever you measured his waist and hips, you felt how soft his skin was. you both stayed silent as your hands grazed his bare skin.

you cleared your throat. "okay. I've gotten all of your measurements. Do you still want your first few designs to be a surprise?"

he nodded. "yes, I wanna be so fucking surprised. I know you'll make me look great."

"You'll look great in anything, believe me." You smiled before sitting down, writing down his last measurement. "So, about dinner. have you ever had a true New York style pizza?"

he shook his head. "Only people who claim to have it in LA, but not yet in New York."

"Then, I have the perfect place in mind. are you feeling pizza tonight?" You grabbed your shoes from your closet and slipped them on. "If not, i can show you other amazing restaurants around the city."

"pizza sounds fucking amazing."

it was a short walk away from your house, only about 10 minutes. whenever you two arrived, it wasn't hard to get seating. you ordered the classic 'New York style pizza' before going to sit down.

"is fashion designing your, like, full time job?" Johnnie asked you, taking a sip of the water brought to the table. you nodded. "how do you pay for everything, if you don't mind me asking? I'm curious."

you cleared your throat. "well, my mom passed away about a year ago. she was a fashion designer as well, but she was huge. since I'm an only child and my father left before I was born, I got everything. it was a lot of money. enough to sustain my apartment and to get me going."

"I'm sorry to hear she passed away." he looked down at his water before looking back at you.

"it's okay, I miss her but like goes on, you know?" You shot him a half smile. "Tell me about your family."

"Well, my dad passed away whenever I was young. I talk to my mom all of the time, though." he grinned. "I try to call her every day, but life gets really fucking busy."

"my condolences." you two make eye contact before you get anxious and look away. "are you in New York alone? ew, sorry, that sounds hella creepy."

he laughed. "no, I'm here with 3 other people."

"oh? tell me about them." you were interrupted by a waiter bringing a pizza to the table. luckily, it was precut. you take a piece, and so does johnnie. you set it on a small plate.

"their names are Jake, Carrington, and Tara." he takes a small nibble of the pizza, making his eyes go wide. "this shit is good."

"I know, right? I told you I know all of the best restaurants since I've lived here my whole life."

he nodded. "Jake is my best friend. Tara is his ex, but we're all pretty close. Carrington is also one of my good friends."

you made an 'ah' sound. "What did they think about you modeling for me?"

"they thought it was pretty cool, especially since you're a small creator. they didn't say much besides that, though." with every bite of the pizza, johnnie seemed to become more in shock because of how good it actually was.

"what? does LA have shitty pizza?" you teased.

he laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "comparatively, yeah."

"I've always wanted to travel to LA. That's where all the stars and, like, famous people are. my mom would always travel there for runway shows and shit." you reminisced.

"yeah, LA can be pretty fucking sick. other times, it's just too much, you know?"

"Same thing with NYC. I hate it here sometimes."

Johnnie seemed to be lost in thought as he finished his second slice of pizza. you didn't bother asking in fear of digging too deep on the first day of getting to know each other.

there was a comfortable silence for the next couple of minutes as you two ate. the occasional eye contact was starting to kill the both of you, but neither of you would admit that.

you both reached for the same piece of pizza. his hand grazed over top of yours. "shit, sorry." he laughed nervously.

"You're good." You giggled. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I have all day off tomorrow, surprisingly. I think I have a meeting over the phone first thing in the morning, though." he sighed, clearly dreading that meeting. "Jake and Carrington are busy, and Tara is meeting up with some old friends, so I'm alone all day."

"why don't I show you around NYC? all of my favorite spots. the walk isn't terrible, by the way. I'm game if you are." you offered. your stomach was bubbling with anxiety as you awaited his response.

"definitely. I'd love to get to know the area better." his face lit up. "and you."

your face heated up. "well, I'd like to get to know you better, too. you're really intriguing mr...?"

"Guilbert. and you are too ms...?" he copied you.

"L/n." you smiled. "what time is your meeting?"

"8 am." he groaned. "fuck waking up that early."

"I agree. fuck that. meet at my apartment at 10? Then, we have all day." you were giddy with excitement.

"fuck yeah."

you two finished off the pizza and went your separate ways. neither of you wanted to part, but you had to. there's no way you could fall for this guy whenever he's leaving eventually, right?

[lovebillyhargrove]

Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 8

Chapter 9/?

***

The loud beeping of an alarm clock wakes Billy up at 8.30 am on Saturday, and he wishes he was dead.

Last night they partied hard.

Hangover is a logical but, clearly, an unwelcome payback. It feels like a thousand of tiny evil blacksmiths are forging iron on their anvils right inside his head. Fucking christ. Billy opens his eyelids with much difficulty and immediately closes them again. He has to get up, damn it, he has to be at work at 12.

He has to rise from the ashes.

That Halloween Friday sure was freaky.

Billy is instantly filled with regret.

Why didn't he reset his alarm clock yesterday for later.

Before the party, he didn't think about it. He was only shaking his ass in front of the mirror admiring how good he looked in that leather jacket, bitches be thirsty.

After the party it was too late to think about the fucking alarm clock.

Okay, slowly .. slowly, he needs to sit up.

Just don't throw up. On the fucking carpet.

Billy is sitting upright on the bed. That's an achievement. It feels like he's still alive. He can move.

His throat is dry like the Sahara desert, he's in desperate need of water. He has to get to the kitchen.

Billy registers that he's still wearing the dark blue jeans and the gloves from his party costume. The black leather jacket is lying on the floor, near the boots.

Billy slowly takes off the gloves, finds a t-shirt lying nearby and puts it on.

Did he come home at 3? He doesn't really remember. Something like that. He only knows that he was trying to be as quiet as possible, not to wake anyone up, because that skill is ingrained in his brain and body, deep.

Billy forces himself to get on his feet, and sits back down right away, dizzy and miserable.

Okay. Let's try again, buddy.

He so overdid it yesterday.

After dragging himself off the bed, Billy makes it to the door

But the moment he opens it, he understands that it was a mistake. He can hear voices coming from the kitchen, it's Neil and Susan having breakfast. The evil leprechaun must be still sleeping.

Fuck his life, he's gonna die if he doesn't drink water but his dad's wrath is also scary. At least Neil's not gonna kill him right now, in front of his wife, as an extra good morning.

Billy summons all his strength to look as normal as possible and shuffles to the bathroom. He drinks straight from the tap, washes his face and looks at the toilet bowl as if making sure that throwing up is not on today's agenda.

It's still to be seen, but not right this moment, at least.

If he's gonna go back to his room, dad's gonna get on his ass about "being disrespectful" and "not saying good morning". Looks like Billy has no choice but to show his face to them in all its hungover glory.

He checks the face in the mirror. It's fine. Looks human.

Just don't puke on the breakfast table, and everything will be A-okay.

Billy goes to the kitchen, all humble and trying to look like a shadow.

"Good morning, dad. Good morning, Susan."

"Will you look at yourself?"

Neil's voice is full of disgust.

"What time did you get home yesterday?"

"I uh .. a little after midnight, probably. I apologize if I woke you up."

"You didn't wake us up, Billy." Susan is cutting in. "Would you like some breakfast?"

He actually needs to eat something but

He can't even drink coffee right now.

Water. Water. It'll get better in an hour, he just needs a lot of water, and to lie down.

"No, thank you, Susan. I'll get myself something later."

Billy pours a full glass of water. Time to retreat while it's still peaceful.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything."

"Mark my words, son, as soon as you finish school, I'm not paying for another single day of your life! Senior year, the most important time, and he's wasting it on .. what, on debauchery??" Neil is addressing Susan now, all indignant and angry, oh he is angry but Billy hopes it won't get bigger than that.

At nine o'clock Neil and Susan are supposed to go grocery shopping, like they always do on Saturdays. Neil likes it when they stick to a plan. He's already getting up and looking for his car keys. Susan takes the last sip of her tea and starts flopping her good housewife wings around the kitchen.

"Let's go, Susan. Billy will clean up after breakfast, right?"

"Of course, I will."

"Thank you, Billy. Good bye! Wake Maxine up at 10 if she doesn't get up, please!" Susan is taking her purse and the list of groceries.

"Sure. Have a nice time shopping!"

Billy hears his dad telling Susan on their way out

"Seems a bit late to sleep for a girl her age?"

"I know, honey, but she gets so tired during the week, let her have her Saturday .."

The door closes, and they're gone.

It went very well, actually, all things considered.

Probably Neil just didn't want to deal with a hungover teenager cause the said teenager might throw up all over the place, so it's better not to touch him.

Such an unfortunate episode did happen once, when Billy was still in his very green years. He came home drunk, and Neil got in his face. He grabbed the boy by his collar and was telling him what a piece of crap and a fucking burden he was, which only led to Billy feeling even worse. Neil had to run to the shower to wash the vomit off, leaving his son to clean up the mess he'd made.

He got slapped around for that later, but it taught Neil a lesson as well.

Billy goes back to his room clutching the glass of water like a lifeline.

He sits down on the bed again and after finishing the whole glass, lies down. He doesn't want to close his eyes though, cause the dizziness is gonna be back so he's just lying there staring at the ceiling.

Vile gray light is seeping through the window. Outside the rain is drizzling.

Fuck Indiana and its nasty weather right in its Midwestern ass.

Fucking hell.

Billy usually knows when to stop, but yesterday he clearly didn't.

What even happened yesterday? .. He did the keg stand, and there was more beer and vodka .. and he definitely mixed it all, hence the hangover. Smoking non-stop, dancing, Tommy following him around like a faithful bulldog, Vicky hanging on his arm and touching his abs while they were dancing. There was another girl, persistently asking for his attention, Jennifer or .. was it ..

Oh shit.

Oh no no no no

Fucking stupid piece of shit.

Fffffuuuuuucckkkkk.

Billy shuts his eyes but it is a bad idea, because he's getting the dizzies and everything's spinning, so he presses his palms to his closed eyes, wishing to erase the memory of what happened between him and .. fuck. The dumb bitch, Harrington.

He and Harrington fucking .. smooched ??

No no no no nooooo

Billy is groaning hoarsely, and the sound of it reflects the depth of his desperation at his own stupidity

Why is he such an idiot. Why did he do it. He should've instead broken Harrington 's pretty nose ..

fuck JUST nose! Without the pretty, forget that he said .. or thought that.

What was it even, Billy didn't want to start any shit in the first place, as god is his witness.

His clouded consciousness doesn't provide him with much, but some flashes do come to his mind.

Bathroom. Harrington.

He fucking started it!

His face. His lips. His hand on the back of Billy's head, almost hurting, the fingers sharp and digging into his skin

The silky softness.

The wetness of their tongues touching

Fuck fuck FUCK.

Mission: erasing the memories.

Billy is an idiot. A certified one.

***

He crawls out of his bedroom half an hour later for more water, and to go to the bathroom. The hangover is gradually stepping away, but the more it does, the more unsettled Billy is.

His dad is right.

He's an imbecile.

At around ten he bangs on Max's door,

"Wakie, wakie, Maxine!" he bellows and then bangs some more until he hears

"Stop it, you jerk!"

"Rise and shine, birdbrain!"

Then goes to the kitchen to finally find some food.

He's slowly getting back to his senses. At 12 he needs to be at work, and he will be. Old Joe won't even notice that Billy partied last night.

Partied so hard, that he ended up kissing that annoying motherfucker.

Erase, erase, erase.

No panic. It was only once, and it was a mistake but Billy could always say nothing happened.

He was so wasted, he wasn't himself. Hell, he didn't even remember it when he woke up.

Harrington is not gonna run his mouth about it, what is he, a kamikaze?

It's nothing, it's just a drunken slip up.

Happens to the best of us, amirite?

***

***

Steve stays at home all Saturday. They only go grocery shopping with mom, he drives her to the store and back in the afternoon. Or course, Dad chooses this very day to ask him fucking questions. Steve mumbles something about his captainship ot the basketball team and finally finishing his college application essay. He's also retaking his SATs at the beginning of November cause the results of the tests he took last year were not very high. Not high enough.

They were pretty low. After he gets the new results back, he'll still have time to apply to some places. Mom asks him if he has thought of a backup plan, and Steve honestly says

"No, mom. I haven't."

"You probably should."

"Yes, I will, after I'm done with applications. Can I go study now?"

Parents do not seem very happy with the outcome of their conversation, but Steve can't offer more. To him, his future plan looks okay for now.

Honestly, Steve doesn't even know what specific sphere he'd like to study. He's still at home and at school, and the future seems vague and a little bit scary. Nancy is definitely aiming at a university, and Steve's not sure what will happen to their relationship.

Especially after yesterday.

He spends the whole evening revising for his SATs. A lot of confusing stuff. He probably should've started sooner, and not a week before.

Well.

Steve studies more on Sunday, but then Tommy calls and they decide to go to a pizza place.

They order pepperoni and cola, and Steve can finally take a breath with his whole chest

"Ugh man, I've been studying for two days straight, my brain's on fire."

"Dad wants you to get into Yale or something?"

"Well no .. but .. they want me to have a clear plan, and I don't have it, and it's just .. they fucking nag."

Tommy nods in understanding

"Yeah man."

"Must retake SATs soon, and it just .."

"It sucks."

They chew some more pizza

"You remember, Hargrove took your keg king title? The dude got 52 seconds, fucking crazy."

At the mention of Hargrove's name Steve's cheeks start feeling hotter

"Yeah, whatever. I got bigger problems to worry about now."

"The princess?"

"We had a huge fight at the party. She was so drunk. I dunno, Tommy."

"You haven't talked to her since the party?"

"No. Why?"

Hagan is looking at Harrington in a weird way

"Hey, man .. I've actually been meaning to tell you. I think you should know."

"Know what?"

"Your Wheeler girl .. remember you asked me and Carol where she was and we told you she'd left home?"

"Yeah?"

"Well she didn't go home alone."

"That's good? She was drunk."

"Do you know who she left with?"

"How am I supposed to know that? I didn't see her leaving. You and Carol told me she was fine, and I .. I kinda left it at that?"

"So you still don't know?"

"Tommy, what the fuck?"

Hagan's still looking at Steve like he pities him but he also wants to gloat so bad because he told his friend a lot of times to "dump that prissy bitch", and they even fought over it, more than once, and voilà, in the end Tommy is actually right

"I thought that maybe she left with this .. Samantha or something? .. Tommy??"

"You girlfriend left with the Byers freak."

WHAT

"She what?"

"Just thought you should know."

"She left with Byers?"

"Yup."

"Jonathan Byers?"

"Yes, Steve."

Fucking what?

"Are you sure?"

"Dude, I was drunk but not blind. Carol saw that too. Nancy went downstairs in her wet dress, and it was like .. well, he was just standing there near the stairs. They talked for a minute and then went away together."

Well, that's uh .. Steve didn't expect that.

Is that what people feel when their heart breaks? Is that the burning acid of being betrayed?

Tommy eats what's left of the pizza.

Steve doesn't pick Nancy up on Monday to drive her to school as he usually does.

***

***

On Monday before practice coach Nelson informs the team that

"We're having visitors this week, boys! Let's show them all you've got!"

Two sports recruiters are coming to see if they have any hidden talents here in Hawkins.

Billy thinks someone should warn them not to waste their time. There's nothing to look for here. Nada. Fucking zero.

He knows that the odds of being chosen are extremely slim. And even if a recruiter spots you, it guarantees nothing.

Billy has seen his share of sports scouts back in San Diego. He's aware that they are not interested in him.

There are so many good things recruiters told Billy. He's a great player, he scores points, he makes flashy moves, his techniques of shooting, dribbling, rebounding and defense are excellent as well as such attributes as strength, endurance, speed and agility, blah blah blah. His physical characteristics - weight and wingspan - meet the requirements. Add to it Billy's intelligence on the court and the unbeaten desire to win.

He basically has it all.

There's just one problem - Hargrove's too short to be a professional basketball player. He's too fucking short, and that's why a career in basketball is not even an option.

He's 5'10. It's fine. Just not for the NBA.

At some point in his life Billy used to be bitter about his height. That was when the first recruiter came looking and he was like

"Kid, if only you were taller."

The second one said the same. And the third. Little by little, Billy accepted it as it is, and that's why

He doesn't care about the visitors. Unlike him, the whole team is buzzing. Are they stupid? Recruiters will never choose any of them. The only player who has a tiny microscopic chance of getting noticed is probably Andy. He's tall, he's got the physique. His game's not great but it can be worked with.

Harrington, on the other hand? Billy's has seen his serious and focused face, eyebrows knitted together, when the coach mentioned the recruiters.

Please, it's ridiculous.

Billy's not even gonna elaborate. It's simply ludicrous.

Harrington can drool all over his pillow having dreams of a sports scholarship or a prominent career in the NBA, and the sucker can keep on dreaming because that's as close as he's gonna get to playing this sport professionally.

Anyhoo.

It's skins and shirts as always, and Billy's playing rough as usual. He's seen Harrington in the school hallway earlier and they shared a class. Billy just straight up ignored the loser. Steve also didn't seem to look his way much, maybe he doesn't even remember about the kiss.

He also looks as if he's brooding about something, like something weighs heavy on his preppy-ass soul.

Either way, it's not Billy's business and he doesn't give a shit.

And yeah,

Mission: erasing the memories of the most idiotic kiss

Status: incomplete.

In his defense, Billy was so wasted, he could've kissed anyone.

***

***

During the match Hargrove behaves like nothing happened, there's just something about his game that's extra precise and extra ruthless. Like he wants to show with all his obnoxious persona that he's above all that and doesn't give a fuck. It's likely he doesn't recall what happened on Friday night because he was drunk as a fish.

Or it's a bluff.

He remembers.

Steve knows he does. Why is he so sure? Cause Hargrove hasn't touched him once since the beginning of the game, hasn't said anything mean to him. He's trying to send a message that he doesn't care, but he's trying too hard, and it shows.

Billy knows what they've done, and he's .. what, ashamed?

Heheehe.

Nice.

Harrington would've gotten much more pleasure out of it if his heart wasn't hurting.

Are they broken up with Nancy, did she cheat on him? What the hell is this whole fucking situation?

Steve's lost in his thoughts when suddenly he hears Nancy's loud irritated voice

"Steve?"

There she is, standing at the gym doors, clearly expecting Harrington to come have a conversation with her outside.

He doesn't want to bail on his team in the middle of the game but he's been avoiding Nancy all morning, and soon he won't be able to tolerate the level of acidity that has swallowed his whole being.

They do need to talk.

Steve needs it.

They go outside to the little passage between the gym and the school building where they usually hide smoking with the guys.

Maybe it's the first time since they got together, when Steve's absolutely not happy to see his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend? Guess we'll find out now.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?"

Nancy sounds pissed. She talks to him in that tone like .. like a strict mother to a naughty child, when she's angry at him.

"You didn't call all weekend.. and where were you this morning? I missed first period!"

"I figured Jonathan would take you."

"Wha .. what are you talking about?" Maybe she's a good actress but there's genuine surprise in her voice. She looks confused.

Harrington scoffs

"Jesus, you really can't handle your alcohol."

"Uh ..?"

"You remember going to Tina's party on Friday night?"

"Yes?"

"And then what?"

"I remember dancing .. and spilling some punch."

Nancy's thinking for a second.

"You got mad at me because I was drunk. And then you took me home."

Does she really remember nothing or that's all acting?

"No, see, this is where your mind gets a little bit fuzzy."

Steve's making a pause.

"That was your other boyfriend. That was .. that was Jonathan."

There's a perplexed expression on Nancy's face

"I don't understand."

"It's pretty simple, Nance."

"What?"

"You were just telling it like it is."

Maybe she really doesn't remember. That doesn't make it okay though.

"Uh .. apparently, we killed Barb and I don't care cause I'm bullshit and our whole .. our whole relationship is bullshit and .. I mean, pretty much everything is just bullshit bullshit bullshit."

Nancy raises her well-defined eyebrows and wrinkles her forehead

That doesn't make the stuff she told Steve okay!!

"Oh yeah also you don't love me."

"I was drunk, Steve. I don't remember any of that."

Really? So you can get hammered and tell your boyfriend you don't love him, and then everything should just get back to normal cause you don't recall doing that?

"So that makes everything you said .. it's what? Just bullshit too?"

"Yes?"

"Then tell me. Tell me that you love me and there's nothing going on between you and Jonathan."

"Really, Steve?"

"Harrington !!"

Roy is out of his breath, appearing between the buildings.

"Dude we need you, man! That douchebag is killing us! Let's go !!"

"I'm coming!"

"There is nothing going on between me and Jonathan, Steve."

It's nice to hear, really. Steve needs a longer explanation though.

"We're not done talking, Nance."

Their team loses anyways, with or without the captain. There's something about Billy's game today, it's .. like he's holding that distance, with a hint of "nothing personal, guys".. Is he getting ready to show off in front of the sports scouts? The new behaviour infuriates the hell out of Steve, even though the asshole hasn't pushed him one single time.

You're wrong about nothing personal, Hargrove. Locking mouths seems pretty personal to me.

However, Billy's not number one problem on the list of Steve's troubles right now. Let him believe Harrington has suffered a case of amnesia, and there was no kiss.

***

Steve picks Nancy up after school. On the way to her house she tells him

"Nothing happened that night, I swear."

"Are you sure, Nance? You didn't even understand who took you home! You thought it was me!"

"Steve, I would know if someone tried sleeping with me in my own bed, okay?"

She also admits that they sometimes talk with Jonathan between classes or during library study. They talk mostly about Barb, because his little brother Will was also missing last summer. They found him in the woods. Three weeks later, yet they found him. Maybe Barb also disappeared in the woods. Too much time has passed and there's no hope of finding her alive, but bringing some certainty would help her parents obtain peace.

Nancy assures Steve there's nothing romantic going on between her and Jonathan.

Steve's at a loss. Like .. he feels that he can't give Nancy the consolation she's looking for. He has no idea what happened to Barb and he thinks they should let the police deal with the whole thing. He can listen to Nancy, but what else can he offer? He's not .. experienced at things like that.

Steve should probably make a scene anyway and get really pissed and show her how hurt his feelings are, but he's also kinda glad everything 's cleared up, and she didn't cheat on him, and they are still together.

They are still together, right?

Nevertheless, he definitely must keep an eye on Jonathan Byers. The guy took creepy pictures of them in the middle of the night, Nancy seems to have forgotten about that. Steve should have a talk with Byers, tell him to stay away from his girl.

They kiss each other good bye.

It feels .. mechanic.

***

Late at night when Steve's again tossing and turning in bed, he suddenly realises that Nancy told him a lot of words but forgot to mention the most important thing - she didn't tell him she loved him.

Should he ask her again?

Tell me you love me

He's always thought if you're in love and in a relationship, you shouldn't be asking the person you're together with for confirmation.

Steve again feels that he wants to give so much, but no-one needs it, and no-one is willing to give back the same amount.

Of love.

Or even close to it.

Maybe relationships aren't that easy, and he's idealising them.

However, if there's no love, what's there to fight for?

[longeyelashedtragedy]

Fanfic WIP word any or all? (Not gonna lie, doubt I would find comfort in any of mine).

comfort

bed

suck

some of these are from fics that are ANCIENT or that people don't even know exist, hahaha

all i have is "comforting"/comfortable, so let's see:

“Shut the door before you say anything like that again,” José says.  “And lock the fucking thing, would you?”

José waits for the comforting sound of the lock before he speaks again. (from my poor mourinho/granit WIP that i'd love to finish but maybe never will)

-

Geri wakes up in the middle of the night thirsty.  He goes and grabs a glass of water from this new kitchen and shuffles back to bed.  He’s still mostly-asleep but even in this state there’s something just a little bit uncomfortable in the room.  It’s not a mystery what it is, not to him.  It’s him getting used to new breathing. (my infamous shakira/sergio serard revenge pegging fic)

-

He and Mladen always wind up sharing a room when they have an away game. “Look at this shit,” they like to joke. “Sticking all the Balkan guys together.” But really, it’s nice to have a friend with the same background playing for Basel with him. They feel extra comfortable together. Maybe that’s why Mladen’s always fucking with him on the bus, asking him to rub his legs. (from my uhhhh...ivan rakitić coming of age fic shall we call it)

bed:

Granit had thought Milot was asleep.  He’d seemed asleep and the clock on Erdin’s cable box says 3:30 AM.  But he’s suddenly sitting up on the mattress and cracking his knuckles, and then reaching behind him to pull on the sweaty t-shirt of Granit’s that he wears to bed when Granit wants him to, and then—Granit holds his breath because now his sweet little boyfriend is reaching under his pillow and grabbing his gun.  The mattress lurches as he gets up, and Granit’s stomach lurches with it. (a flashback chapter of dangerous AU, where we see when granit start to get the xhaka fam properly established in london)

-

The bedroom is big and the bed bigger. If John were here Frank would make some joke about how many women he could fit in it, and John, good friend that he was, would be gracious enough to tell him just save some for me while I'm out getting the drinks, Lamps! (10022)

-

Footballers talk a whole lot, he thinks, flopping down on his new couch in his new home in his new-old city.  They say a lot about how early they have to go to bed.  And it’s all bullshit no matter who’s saying it.  Like Luka.  Luka’s nocturnal—Dejan knows this well from how many times he offers to send Luka photos of his dick in the dead of night.  Like Domo—from how many times he offers the same to Dejan at some hour when only the devil is awake.  And—

Just after 1am in Lyon.  Just after midnight in Liverpool. (new movren based on that article/interview from the spring)

-

“Hey, Granit can go off and be some English dude’s little sugar baby,” Nedim laughs.  “A little fish and chips, a little dick sucking, then we’ll have an extra bed.” (dangerous AU flashback 2--xhakas and their friends realize they need to move abroad)

-

“The way I need someone to touch me,” Granit continues, his voice soft but strong.  “They say prison changes a man, and for me, I am strong, it is not hard here.  But it is changing me too, you know? I need to be touched.”

“I understand,” Leandro whispers.  “When I rest in my coffin, it isn’t the same as sharing my bed with my partners.”  He doesn’t think he should name Kieran.  As far as he knows, Granit doesn’t know who Kieran is, and his instinct tells him to keep it that way. (arsenal crime au + some of them are supernatural....leo is a vampire sniper...granit is as always Human and yet somehow the most terrifying of all)

-

“That means this is over between us,” Pep says.  “You want that?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to go back to your old life?  You would prefer unhealthy anonymous sex to a relationship with me?”

“Uh-huh.  Yeah.  I would.  At least I am in control then.  You want to control every part of me.  And I can’t live like that.  So I’m done.  Fuck you.”

And he climbed out of bed and got dressed.

“Mikel.  Mikel!”  Pep was still sitting there in his boxers looking more confused than anything else, as though he would never imagine someone would have the audacity to break up with him.  “My little angry boy, I’m not surprised to see you acting so stubborn. I’m sure you’ll regret it.  I’ll forgive—” (dangerous AU: mikel's memory of toxic bf pep--except the wink wink nudge nudge here is mikel is a SERIAL KILLER and yet pep is the "toxic ex" shit like this is my fav part of dangerous AU)

-

They step off the elevator and into the hallway, the hum of air-conditioning and the smell of hotel cleaning products all over the world the only thing around.  And sure, this is Luka and not Šime or Mo, and this is Qatar, but this is Luka and they’re old and there’s no Šime or Mo so he flops down on a couch in the lounge area outside the elevators because he just can’t go back to his cold, empty room.  A World Cup without someone to share a bed with is…it’s torture.  It’s wrong. (world cup sad modren)

-

Ivan thinks back to fooling around with Mladen. They never got past groping each other, some clothes still on, always in the dark, always returning to their own beds after. (rakidrić vanja and luka are bank robbers AU)

-

Showing Granit his childhood bedroom is strange.  It is relatively unchanged from when he was a kid, though thankfully his parents had gotten rid of the medical equipment that used to be in there.  Granit looks around at the fading posters—Cruyff, Arsenal, Tears for Fears, Stone Roses—and then sits down on the thin plaid blanket.

“It is a small bed,” he says to Mikel, stretching out on it.  “For a small guy, I guess.  Come here.”  He pats the space next to him and undoes his pants.  “Suck me off.”

“Not with my mom waiting for us out there,” Mikel says.  “That’s weird.”

“Well.  I guess I can’t force you in your parents’ apartment…That’s not respectful.”  Granit zips his pants back up.  Mikel is somewhat surprised Granit even knows the concept of respectful. “We are really sleeping in here?” (dangerous AU: mikel brings his boyfriend to his parents' in san sebastian for christmas and his parents don't like his vibe chapter)

ok there's probably more but i'll cut myself off there lol.

suck:

Lying in an empty bed at a World Cup.  He’s not used to it.  Every night it’s been worse.  

Tonight his skin is on fire.  There is so much in his mind he can’t even pin one thought down.  It’s like a whirlpool that he’s clinging to the edge of, trying not to get sucked in—trying with strong muscles that feel almost too tired to be strong— (world cup sad modren)

-

He scrolls scrolls scrolls scrolls scrolls.  Only one person could make that kit look good.  No offense to your club brate…That person is YOU by the way…He scrolls some more.  Amazing save holy shit, 10.0 on sofascore…SUCK MY DICK BENZEMA SON OF A FUCKING BITCH…a bunch of selfies that he’ll go back and save later…That Modrić guy’s alright I guess, he looks familiar do we know him from somewhere?…Brate I am getting tears in my eyes watching you…ljubavi…Thank God you got the surgery done, thank God you’re back…Modrić is alright I guess he could be the next Vrsaljko…Watching you play is like watching an artist paint.  I’m crying brate…But I’m strong 💪💪 (ancient luka/šime i was working on during the like april 2020 stage of the pandemic)

-

Granit nods.  “Smart little thing.  I was late to see you today, right?  I was getting my dick sucked in the shower stall.”  Leandro flushes.  “The wardens know better than to rush me.  It was good, but it was nothing.  When I felt my Mikel against me, in here, with all his clothes on, it was more than any of the mouths in this place could ever give me.” (the same arsenal criminals AU)

-

This almost never happens.  Granit has a certain sort of old-fashioned masculinity, as Mikel thinks of it.  It doesn’t come up too often, but it does for things like this.  Granit is not one to suck a man off.  “No wayyyyy,  Mister, nice try. That’s for you to do to me, right?” That sort of thing. (the abandoned 'arsenal has a locker room orgy after man utd spring 2022 game' fic)

i'll stop here otherwise it's just a lot of bad smut hahahah

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Mate - Chapter 9 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Sitting my laptop onto my bed, I hopped up in need of something to drink.

After visiting the clinic this morning to see if my stitches could come out, I'd returned home and stayed in my room doing absolutely nothing productive.

Going down the stairs leading up to my room, I threw the door open to hear that I wasn't home alone like I'd thought.

Trying not to be heard, I went downstairs quietly and poked my head into the living room.

Calvin was there and so was Robert.

They seemed to be into whatever movie was playing.

It's like they're making up for the years apart by spending everyday together.

Moon Goddess, you'd think they were brothers.

Going into the kitchen, I yanked the fridge open for a bottle of water that I quickly drunk half of.

I was thirsty.

I started looking around for something to snack on, mostly because I'm too lazy to make anything more fulfilling.

I knew the Alpha male had entered the kitchen but I didn't care to say anything, thinking he'd get something and go.

Grabbing a strawberry yogurt I closed the fridge and turned around, jumping a little seeing Robert so close to me.

He held his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

I did as he instructed, watching his nose flare as he moved closer.

I backed up until my back was against the fridge and watched his questionable behavior.

My lips parted, prepared to ask what he was doing but his nose went to the crease of my neck and I heard him inhale deeply.

I shivered, confused by his behavior until it finally hit me.

There was the minty citrus scent from the orange tic-tacs he always has and the masculine musky scent all dominant males have, under that was the hint of wood smoke and leather.

It just all screamed strong male and as a little gay Omega, that was one of my weaknesses.

I whimpered, feeling my body react to his scent and closeness.

I was confused and a little uncomfortable that it was my brother's best friend making me feel like this.

My instincts had me baring my throat to the stronger male and he growled softly in approval.

"Robert?" I whispered, still unsure about what was happening.

Not that I really knew what was happening.

I just know he smells really good and I'm kinda horny now.

Robert seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and stepped away from me.

His brows were furrowed as he looked me over, his eyes lingering on my Batman pajama bottoms.

I looked down to see them tented out some and squeaked, covering myself with my hands.

My face burned as Robert's dark brown eyes met mine.

A slow smirk pulled up one side of his mouth and I shivered again as he leaned back in.

His lips brushed against my ear and my breath caught.

"You smell so fucking good, Tory."

I made a choked whimper at the sound of his gruff voice.

"Get yourself upstairs," he growled, making me scamper off with an uncontrollable need to follow any order given by him.

Stupid Omega genes.

By the time I was in my room, I was panting with an aching hard on and the realization that I forgot a spoon.

I didn't go back downstairs until Dad's cruiser pulled into the driveway.

I had played the Sims on my laptop for hours while I tried to forget about what happened earlier.

Not that I really could, it seemed to be the only thing on my mind.

All my sims were pregnant after woo-hoo-ing so much.

How would my future Mate feel if he knew I got a hard on because of his brother?

Moon Goddess, I don't want to think about it.

Cautiously going downstairs, I met Dad as he came in the front door, already untucking his shirt.

Mom wouldn't be home until later, after she made dinner for everyone at the pack house.

"Hey Dad," I greeted, hesitating on the last step.

"Torin," he said in greeting, untying his boots.

"Ready for school tomorrow?"

I groaned at the reminder.

I liked living in denial and so I hated when others reminded me of the things I didn't want to think about.

"Do anything fun at work today? Catch any bad guys?"

I decided to ignore his question and ask my own.

Dad chuckled lowly.

"If you consider having to escort an Omega in heat back home as fun, then yeah."

He kicked off his boots by the door, adding them with the pile of shoes already there.

No, I didn't consider that fun.

Getting your heat in public was the worst thing to happen to anyone and I'm glad Dad was there to escort them to safety.

My own first heat happened at the pack house.

The worst place to ever go into heat.

Well... besides prison.

It was horrible.

The pack house is filled with all the unmated Werewolves.

Most Omegas have at least one Omega parent, I don't and so I didn't have much knowledge about going into heat.

It happened so fast and I had no control over it.

Before I knew it, little thirteen year old me was surrounded by grown males ready to breed me.

Not that they necessarily wanted to but the pheromones coming off me didn't really give them much of a choice.

It was a mess and the Alpha had to command them all out of the house before they could start challenging each other over me.

That was the first time Jasper talked to me.

He took me to his room and tried distracting me until my parents came to pick me up.

He was so sweet.

After that I knew I was in love.

Dad went into the living room and I followed.

There was no sign of Calvin or Robert and I looked around.

It'd make since they'd disappear before dad came home, knowing he'd want to sit in his chair and watch T.V.

That's exactly what he did too.

I walked over to the window to see my brother and his best friend were on the porch in Mom's rocking chairs.

Robert didn't have a coat on and my eyes went to his ink covered arms.

I guess he was nice looking.. in a dirty way.

"Hey pup, could you get me a beer?" Dad asked, already with his legs propped up on his recliner.

I went to the kitchen and got dad one of his root beers that were in the glass bottles.

When I shut the fridge, I was reminded of what took place in here a couple hours ago and how I'd let it happen.

How it couldn't happen again.

Ever.