#if you know how to make him spin till he explodes i will try and supply a transparent image of the guy

[fred-the-god]

This is the mother fucker, the little bitch, the pathetic wet cat. I made him yesterday and I love him.

he’s horrible and im spinning him in my head at a 30 degree angle at rapid speeds til he explodes

Tearing him too shreds with my teeth /pos

Hope you enjoy him as well :3

Y'all wanna see the evil gay horse twink doodles I did at school today instead of working cause I was zoning out like crazy?

Bam!! I lied!! It wasn't a question! Y'all want to see him!

This is my new son, he's a loser, a pathetic wet cat, a little fucking bitch who thinks he's better than you, and I love him

[4ngels0uls]

just shut the fuck up already! - C.B

don’t like? don’t read.

based off this

summary: carrington and y/n have sex so loud that it interrupts jake and johnnie’s video.

paring: fem!reader + boyfriend!carrington.

warnings: SMUT, use of y/n, “handcuffs”, little pet names (pretty girl, etc?), little bit of yelling, teasing, and strong language, etc.

A/N: (i know carrington is not like this. he kinda is tho?) god i love but hate writing. it’s a love/hate relationship 😣. also thank you to @miss-september

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1st person pov

“okay bye guys, we’re going to film!” jake yells as he walks out the door with johnnie. i look at carrington as i’m on his bed and he’s doing his 24 hour stream. “HELLO AT THE MALL!” carrington yells as he plays with a toy, stretching it. i look at him and the whole thing snaps on him. my jaw drops as i try not to laugh. carrington looks over at me and scoffs, with his mouth wide open.q till everybody asks who he’s looking at, since they don’t know he has a girlfriend. he smirks. “c’mere y/n” he says as he’s covered with the sand that exploded on him from the toy.

i walk over till i’m on frame and the whole chat starts speeding up. i go behind carrington and cover his mouth, at first he’s shocked, but then now he’s calm and holding his hand on my hand. i slowly let go. “jake webber control the weather.” he says quietly and i chuckle a little and he smiles at me through the screen.

i catch him staring at me and we both lock eyes together as we stare into the screen in our faces. i go back to the chat and read it as everyone realizes how we were locking our eyes. i leave the room to the kitchen and carrington follows. “i saw you… the way you looked at me.” he mumbles. i smirk and look at him. “and i saw the way you stared at me.” i say the same thing back. “you caught me.” he smirks and kisses me, holding my waist.

i wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him in the same pace. i pull away. “okay okay i’m going to your room.” i say while smiling. “okay, i’ll just grab a drink.” he says. i go back to his room and slouch on his chair. “sup bitches.” i say as a joke and i smile at the screen as i watch the comments fly by. carrington sneaks up behind me and covers my mouth like how i covered his. my eyes widen and i look into the screen and see it’s carrington.

he chuckles and let’s me go as he sets the cup down, on the desk. “hey you know when jake and johnnie come back?” i ask carrington. “a couple hours.. i think they’re making a video then coming to review when they come back.” he answers. “ohhhh yeah okay.” i smile and read the chat.

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“okay guys we’ll be right back.” he says to the screen in front of him. we walk out the room and as i walk he immediately pins me to the wall and kisses me, holding his hand against my neck. he pulls away and smiles softly and walks away to the kitchen again and i wink at him as he walks away and i head back to his room.

i sit in his chair again and spin “weee” i smile as i spin faster. carrington comes in. “hey guys i’m not feeling well tonight. i’m ending the stream.. hopefully i can stream tomorrow. peace.” he smiles and ends the stream. he kisses me immediately and lifts me up on his desk, pushing the cup off the desk making the plastic fall and spill the drink. carrington doesn’t give two shits about some juice that fell.

he picks me up and sets me on his bed. undoing the string on my sweatpants. i smile at him fidgeting with the string. eventually he undoes it and pulls my pants down, my black lacy thong getting revealed to his pure blue eyes. he smiles at the way they look, trying not to rip them off, knowingly their new. he gives me puppy eyes, asking if he can just rip them off. “yeah no, i just got these carrington.” i say. he gives a little frown and slides them off my hips down to my feet.

he smiles immediately when he sees my glistening pussy. he glides his fingers through my wet slits, i let a soft pathetic moan out and he kisses my neck immediately and leaves a trail of hickeys.

he slowly inserts his two fingers into my core, making me gasp. he chuckles at my gasp and getting his thumb to massage my clit slowly. i moan a bit as he fingers me. eventually he decides to curl his fingers, hitting the right spot. i moan loudly at his actions and he smiles. he fastens his pace, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of me. i moan loudly as he continues to do this. he smirks up at my face as i squeeze my eyes shut. “f-fuck carrington!” i moan.

i arch my back pretty far till he begins to pump his fingers faster than before. i instantly latch my hands to the sheets, pulling them. “ohh fuckk!” i practically scream as i cum on his fingers. he slowly pulls his fingers out and smiles at me, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. i smirk at his actions.

i buck my hips against him and whine. “holy shit your needy.” he says in a kinda harsh tone. i roll my eyes a bit. “don’t fucking roll your eyes or i won’t give you shit.” he threatens. “sorry.” i say quietly. “exactly.” he smirks as his talks. he stands up and undresses in front of me, i watch him move as he takes his shirt off, then his pants, then his underwear. he climbs back on top of me and hovers over me.

he flips me over. “ass up, arch your back.” he says with dominance. i do what he orders. he hits a hard slap on my ass. i wince quietly as i feel the sting. he smiles softly and begins to tease, rubbing his tip up and down my slits. “p-please don’t tease.” i whine when he slaps another harsh sting to my ass. “i squeeze my eyes shut at the pain. i breathe in and out slowly as the stinging slowly rushes away.

he finally stops to tease and pushes his long cock into my core, my pussy completely swallowing his cock. he groans at the sight, he watch as his cock goes into my pussy. he smiles. “your so pretty.” he fastens his pace. i begin to moan softly. “mm such pretty noises.” he smiles as he watch’s my body move with his thrusts. he begins to fuck me faster. i moan as i feel him move faster. he starts to also pound into me, going completely harder than before.

i moan even louder. as we hear the front door open it follows up with a familiar voice “oh honeys i’m home!” jake yells. carrington smirks and begins to fuck me harder, like he wants them to hear us fucking. i moan louder than before. “yeah tell them how good i’m fucking you.” he says as his tone is low. he wraps his hand around my neck, not harshly but not softly. he grabs his belt off the ground and pulls my arms behind me and locks them. my face against the pillow. he grabs my hips and fucks me faster.

“ohh fuck fuck !” i moan loudly. they can definitely hear us. i begin to clench around carringtons dick, making him groan. he fucks me a bit harder, eventually hitting that one spot, my g-spot. “oh fuck!” i practically scream. he chuckles. “come on, cum for me” he smirks. i finally release, my orgasm crashing over me, almost making me see stars. “mmm fuck!” i scream as i feel his cum on my back.

he smiles and flips grabs a rag and wipes my back, then undoes my hands, and now flipping me over. i grunt as i hit the bed. he smirks. “oh please dont please do-“ he smashes into my pussy like nothing. “oh fuck!” i scream again. squeezing my eyes shut. he smiles at the sight. he leans down and kisses my neck while he’s fucking me at a ruthless pace. “mm fuck!” i moan. “such a pretty girl.” he hums against my neck.

i bite my lip. “come on pretty girl, let them hear how good i make you feel.” he smiles. he pulls back, the hickeys on my neck starting to form. he fucks me faster, as he watches my pussy swallow his dick once again. “mmm fuck!” i moan loudly. “just shut the fuck up already!” johnnie yells as their trying to film their video.

carrington smirks and is determined to make me louder, he fucks me harder, once again. “carrington!” i scream as start to become sensitive. “mhm scream my name like that, pretty.” he smiles and groans. “mmm fuck!” he moans and throws his head back, cumming inside my tight hole. i moan as i feel him cum inside me. i begin to feel the knot in my stomach snap completely.

he smiles, feeling accomplished that he made me cum. he flops beside me and smiles. “i love you.” carrington smiles. “i love you too.” i smile back as i look over at him.

“oh finally.. THEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!” johnnie yells from the next room, making me and carrington laugh out of embarrassment…

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a/n

THANK YOU AGAIN TO - @miss-september for the request.

i finished it😆

[courtingchaos]

There’s Levels To This

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

A/N: oh my god It’s the beach episode! Dip your toes in kids, the water is fine. This is for my dearest @chestylarouxx who has me yearning on the daily for beach shenanigans with one Edward Munson.

Warnings: Just sex and drinking in the sun.

18+ NSFW No Minors

To say Eddie wasn’t your friend would be wrong. At every level he was dear to you, from a simple ride to work in the mornings all the way to your petty crimes partner now that the two of you were old enough to know better.

“A fall guy.” He’d said.

“Or at least someone with better eyesight.” He’d said, this time pushing your glasses back up your nose.

“Someone that has a getaway car.” He’d said while spinning his key ring around his finger. That callused digit bounces in the corner of your vision, thick and longer than yours. Nails bitten short with grime from the shop still under them.

You’re trying to hand the store over to the night manager and Eddie’s come in early. Beelined directly for you standing behind the elevated register and leaned all cool and carefree on your counter.

“I don’t want to get involved tonight Ed. Trying to leave town tomorrow if you remember.” You mutter at him while you try to finish counting the till.

“Well duh, I’m not gonna get us caught. We need to leave at what, 9?”

“We?” You lift your head and he reaches over and pushes your glasses up again.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” He gives you mischievous smile. “Your mom invited me. Sorry you had to find out like this.”

“What’d you do to butter her up this time?” You drop the pencil on the till log and shove your hands onto your hips.

“Nothing! I simply told her how Wayne was going on his fishing trip this week too and I was gonna be rotting around the trailer all…by…my lonesome…” He leans in, props his chin on his elbow and gives you big puppy eyes.

You haven’t fallen for those in about four years.

(This is a lie. One of many but this one is a repeat offender in your repertoire of excuses for Eddie Munson.)

“Rotting?” You jerk your hand in front of your hips. “Is that what they’re calling it now?” You grab the till and hand it over to your replacement and she gives you a nod and directs a long suffering sigh at your shadow.

“You think I wait for Wayne to leave town? Barely can wait to get home sometimes.” He grins. “Your bathroom is remarkably soundproof, did you know.”

You smack him in the chest with an old stack of magazines. “You’re a pig.”

“Yeah well what’s that make you?” He follows you to the back, management having long gotten over trying to tell him anything.

“The prize pony whose stall you keep breaking into.” You seethe at him. It’s all in good fun but he still pauses in the doorway and squints at you. He opens his mouth, plush lips forming around a word before he seems to think better of it. Runs his tongue along along his top teeth and leans again while you get your stuff together.

“Do you even have swim trunks?”

“No, that’s why we’re going to goodwill.”

“Please tell me we’re not stealing from goodwill today.” You ask when you walk past him again.

(You do this thing where you never ask him to move. He wouldn’t anyways but you always use this excuse to brush against him. You think he’s gonna complain about tits pushed into his chest? Ha.)

“God no. I wanted to break into Harrington’s pool.”

“Oh, a little B and E before we skip town?” You do a little shimmy and Eddie laughs.

“Yeah. Running away to Florida with your mom and her boyfriend. So inconspicuous.”

Eddie finds the most obnoxious pair of neon pink trunks and you run him into the ground with your teasing.

“Between your pasty ass and these, you’re gonna blind those poor panhandle girls.”

“Listen pet, they’ve never seen something like me before. I’m gonna have jaws in the fuckin’ sand.” He keeps flicking through hangers of swimsuits and misses your face exploding through 10 expressions before you hack out a sound that makes his head whip up.

“Pet?!” The disgust is thick in your tone and on your face.

(Another fake out. The day Eddie stops giving you nicknames is the day you cease finding happiness.)

“Yeah you know what, I don’t like it either. I heard it somewhere and wanted to give it a shot.” He shakes his head and grimaces and quickly yanks a hanger to hold up the worlds tiniest bikini.

“Found your suit.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’re slime.”

“Oh come on, you need something to wear to the beach. Unless you’re going stark because then I need to rethink my whole outfit.” He snorts and playfully tosses his suit over his shoulder onto the ground.

“I’ve already got one.”

“Aw, we didn’t even get to go shopping together!”

“Eddie?” You sigh and his head pops back up over the rack after picking up his dropped clothes. “Shut the fuck up.”

He drops you off at your house so you can finish packing and he goes to his trailer to start. You agree to be ready by 10 so it’s dark enough that Steve’s neighbors won’t call the cops.

(You spend the two hours mindlessly folding laundry and imaging all the tanned southern belles chasing after Eddie and his tattoos on white sand. When you try to pack your socks they’re shoved into tight balls and none of them match.)

“Is this even crime if Steve knows about it?”

“Steve doesn’t know when we’re going so yeah, still crime.”

The drive into Loch Nora is full of Eddie’s ‘songs about weed’ mix until you hit the neighborhood entrance and then Eddie kills the radio. He drives the speed limit and keeps the windows rolled up and slides seamlessly into the Harrington driveway like he belonged there. It isn’t long before you’re both shimmying over the fence and stripping clothes, leaving them like a trail to your crime scene. Eddie cannon balls into the deep end and you wade down the stairs slowly.

The water is hot like the air is hot, barely a difference between the wet and dry parts of you.

(The wet parts of you are definitely wetter when Eddie breaches the water. He’s got chlorine in his eyes so you get to stare longer at his curls flattening to his head. The blue light of the pool reflects off his pale skin and his tattoos come alive under moving water.)

“Oh okay good, I can still swim.” He sputters and runs his hands through his hair while he treads water. “Can’t be playing possum in front of the babes now can I?” He starts his slow paddle over to you until his feet touch the bottom and he can walk. The wet glistening on him has you clenching your hands under the water and hoping that he doesn’t see it.

(You’re good at this, the lying. To yourself and everyone else and especially to Eddie.)

“Is this the infamous bathing suit?” He flicks the zipper on your chest before miming an explosion around his head.

It’s a high necked, high cut one piece split down the front with a long black zipper. When you’d bought it you’d felt like the Babest Babe to ever Babe. Now though, with Eddie giving you an up and down glance you have some second thoughts.

Too much skin? Thigh? Ass? It’s no string bikini but it is tight and that zipper was hanging lower with every shift of your chest under the stretchy nylon.

“Gonna have to keep you in the cooler, baby.” He presses his finger into your bare shoulder and hisses. “Too hot.” He slinks backwards and falls in slow motion, arms spread outward to float.

(You notice it then and you think about it later, how he keeps his hips dipped below the water line. You won’t lie to yourself about keeping your eyes on him in the hopes you’d catch a glimpse of too tight trunks.)

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” He says to the night sky while he floats away from you.

You would if you could, but this isn’t that kind of relationship is it? Eddie is your friend, on every level imaginable.

Except that level that you don’t think about and keep locked in the basement of your imagination.

So you swim in Steve’s pool and Eddie pretends to be an alligator to try and pull you under.

He dives off the board and sits on the bottom of the pool to see how long he can hold his breath.

You sit on the edge and watch him wear himself out with laps and handstands and somersaults.

You sit and watch him glide through the pool like he was made from it.

You two get out of there without anyone noticing and he asks about the trip on the way back to your house. He asks about the drive and if your mom’s boyfriend will let him drive and what the hotel situation is like.

“Am I gonna have to share a bed with you?” He leans away from you, an overtly grossed out look shot at you. “You have those glacier feet and I’m not going to be held liable for any elbows in stomachs if they touch me.”

“You snore like a tractor.”

“But at least my feet don’t kill with their icy touch.”

Wayne drops Eddie off in the very early hours of 8 am. You can hear voices talking downstairs but then there’s heavy footsteps and then a huff and a shove of your shoulder and clammy skin pushing into your own sleep warm skin. Eddie smells like his morning cigarette and his peppermint toothpaste and for a fleeting moment you forget exactly what this is. That level you daren’t imagine is abruptly surface level and you roll back into him. Your nose smushes into his shoulder, your leg winds over his and you settle back into the pillow.

A solid few minutes of waking up and with every braincell that fires, your heart beats faster. He’s motionless like a corpse. Barely breathing judging by the little huffs against your pillow case.

“I am…so sorry.” The regret rolls off you and you shove off him to the other side of your bed, back pressed up against the wall.

“It’s okay I-“

“I was still asleep, I didn’t-“

“I shouldn’t have climbed in your bed unannounced.” He stares. You stare. The sheets between you two shift when you sit up and slide off the end of your bed to get up.

“I’m gonna uh…bathroom.” Stuttering and rubbing sleep out of your eyes you grab your pile of clothes and then sit in the bathroom for ten minutes.

(You lie the whole drive to Florida. 11 solid hours of kidding yourself, keeping a pillow shoved between yours and Eddie’s knees so your thighs won’t touch. Every pit stop you stare at him while he folds out from the back seat and think about wrapping your leg around him again.)

The motel is pink and blue and right on the water. The big arch that indicates the entrance to the beach welcomes you to Emerald Shores and while you don’t consider yourself a beach girl, it’s actually quite beautiful.

Your mom and her boyfriend have a room on the second floor and you and Eddie have been relegated to the bottom floor.

“Just call us peons and get it over with.” Eddie whispers at you from the corner of his mouth and you laugh before The Boyfriend can turn back around with your room keys.

Eddie spends all of ten minutes in the room before he just disappears while you’re in the shower. He comes back an hour later with a handful of shells and a pizza.

“What a resourceful Indiana raccoon you are.”

“Yes, and if I didn’t forage for us, who would?” He tosses the box on the bed next to your legs and you don’t miss his lingering stare on your calves. He covers it with a nod and a joke.

“You better wear socks tonight. I’ve already got the A/C set to 65, I don’t need you putting me on ice too.”

(You withhold the truth from Eddie the next morning by not waking him when you wake at 6 AM and find him latched around your middle.)

Eddie rents a spot with two chairs and an umbrella and he gets to talk to every girl walking the shore that afternoon. You’ve been alternating between PBR’s and waters and now to avoid the dark cloud trying to damped your mood you ratchet the chair back and scoot out from under the umbrella to take a nap. Eddie asks about 100 times if you remembered sunscreen and you tell him 101 times that yes you did and no you don’t need him to reapply it for you.

(Yes you do! If you’d stop being insane for two seconds you could have his hands on your back and over your shoulders and up along the high cut of your hip and maybe he’d dip those musicians fingers behind your convenient zipper and-)

“You might want to pull your zipper up then.”

You peak one eye open to stare down at your chest. From this angle your don’t have cleavage so much as a valley but the zipper on your suit has popped down a few more teeth and Eddie seems to have noticed.

“I just don’t want you burning is all.” He sniffs. You roll your head to look at him and catch his quick shift of attention away from you.

In your light napping you hear a few voices asking Eddie where he’s from and if his tattoos hurt. One girl says she loves his hair, “especially tied back like that, so cute.”

Another girl asks about his girlfriend.

“Oh her?”

You imagine he points over his shoulder at you with a big thumb.

“Yeah. You sure she doesn’t mind you talking to me?”

You’d love to sit up and point out that you’re awake and also that she walked up to him but Eddie beats you to it.

“Oh this is all a cover. She’s actually scoping out this beach.” He gets a conspiratorial lilt to his voice and you imagine he’s leaning forward and turning on his Munson Charm.

“For what?” Mystery girl number 10 asks.

“She’s an international jewel thief and she’s heard there’s some real old money around here.”

You snort and alert them that you are, in fact, listening.

“Wait, seriously?” Suddenly this girl sounds wary. She makes up an excuse and scampers off down the beach back to her tan friends.

“Swing and a miss, Munster.”

“No. I made you laugh didn’t I?”

If Eddie has to watch that zipper unzip another zip he’s also going to unzip all of his zips.

It’s hot, and he and his brain have been baking under the sun but he refuses to leave. With you laid out in that fucking bathing suit he can’t miss a single moment of you in it. He’s on his…sixth, maybe eighth beer and his looks get longer with every empty in the cooler. He can make out the tan line on your hip when you roll over and he almost inhales the last of his drink because you’re all legs and ass. He can’t wait for later when you’ll be laid out after your shower, shorts hitched up from you sliding down the comforter and he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of that darkening line along your butt.

“Fucking hell…”

“You wanna head back in?”

(He does. He really does. He’ll carry the cooler and his towel in front of himself to hide his eagerness. He’ll carry your shit too just to watch you walk unencumbered in front of him, leading the way back to the air conditioned heaven and your thin pajamas.)

Three days in, two left to go and Eddie has decided he’s done lying to himself. He watches you every afternoon out in the sun in your bathing suit or the worlds shortest shorts and the most cropped band tees that he thinks might have been his at some point. He watches you run and roll over sand and wade cautiously into the ocean. There’s this part of your stomach he’s positive he’s never seen before and he watches very closely for the soft roll of it to peak out from under your shirts.

(He’s wanted to sink his teeth into you for a while but this new body part makes his teeth hurt. He drools after your thighs and dreams of digging his fingers into the soft dough of your ass. He imagines while he watches you stretched out on your towel that you’d be so soft in all those hidden places and he imagines so long he lets his beer go hot in the sand.)

He walks to cheap little gas stations over hot asphalt and hotter sand to get beer with you. He’d worry you two were going a little hard in the paint but it’s Florida where it’s practically state law that you drink shitty beer by the 12 pack, daily, if your staying on the beach front.

He follows you around like a loyal hound and acts like a guard dog when these fucking dudes start sniffing around you. Tall and tan and smelling like sunscreen and ocean. Eddie walks close behind, your constant second shadow and these fucking dudes get the hint when he glowers at them.

“I don’t think Floridians take too kindly to us midlanders.” You chew on a fry thoughtfully, knee hugged to your chest.

“What do you mean?” Eddie is finally drinking water after two days and a midnight migraine reminded him why you can’t just exist off of piss water beer.

“That girl the other day didn’t think you were funny which, come on.” You roll your eyes and say it like it’s so obvious how funny he his and he’s instantly convinced he could chuckle his way into your cutoffs. “And these dudes, they practically cross the street when we walk down the same sidewalk.”

Eddie just hums at you and finishes his water. He watches you wipe your fingers on your rapidly darkening thigh and he wants to lick the salt and sunscreen off your skin.

You find this little seafood place for dinner and Eddie is surprised he even sees your mom and her boyfriend show up. They’re not unwelcome but he’s sure they haven’t left their room since they arrived.

He has to put real shoes on which throws him for a loop but it’s not fancy. Neither of you are that, especially after almost four days of bumming it at the beach and being mildly drunk for most of it. He’s still watching everything you do, convinced and baptized in the Florida sun and sand that he can tell you his truth finally.

He waits for a break in your conversation with your mom to tap his index finger on your knee. “Can we go to the gas station before we head back?”

“Of course. Need more beer?” You nod as you ask. “I don’t know if we’ve had our daily allotment.”

He laughs through his nose and when you turn back to answer your moms question his stomach does a nervous flip and he doesn’t trust the shrimp on his plate anymore.

“You didn’t finish your dinner.”

“Okay mom.”

“I just wanted to know if everything was okay. You’ve been quiet today.” You stroll beside him, sandals in hand while he carries a fifth of southern comfort that he nervously bounces against his thigh.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, “just taking it all in a guess?” The sunset paints the horizon in a way that is alien to the sunsets in Hawkins. “It’s pretty.” He says that to the side of your head while you look at the sky over the ocean. Even in his shorts and his chopped up tee he’s sweating but the breeze coming off the beach tells him this is all nerves and maybe he wasn’t ready to say it.

“Wanna take a walk on the beach?” You stop at one of the entrances and nod your head over, soft smile laid out on your face.

“Sure.”

The light paints both of you in a soft pink light and Eddie really needs to buy your mom something, anything to show his appreciation for the invitation. He could have missed out on this, instead probably working overtime at the auto shop and drinking sadly by himself, counting down time till you or Wayne got home.

Instead he gets to watch you walk ahead of him and lead the way to a tall fishing pier. He watches you kick the sand around and look for shells to add to your new collection.

“Can I ask you something?” You don’t turn around, just trust that the wind will blow your question to him.

“Anything.”

You only stop when you get to one of the massive pilings, turning to lean your shoulder into it above the mess of barnacles. You stare at him, raking your eyes over his body and when he’s about to open his mouth you ask him.

“Can I kiss you?”

He’s 23 and not never kissed, just never been asked. Your open look shows your sincerity, eyes shining in the waning light, lip worried at by your teeth. He wants to sooth those nerves and kiss the salt air off of you. He chuckles, a light huff through his nose.

“Yeah.”

Your eyes light up as you get closer, dropping your handful of things into the sand.

“I’ve wanted to…for a while.”

“It’s not just my laissez-faire beach attitude drawing you in?” He drops the bottle behind him.

“No.” You smile before you kiss him. Soft hands on the side of his face bring him down and in, his curtain of hair blocking out the rest of the world. His lips are plush and a little chapped when they touch yours, damp from him nervously licking them before you’d bridged the gap. His hands find homes on your waist and he doesn’t miss the small sound you make when his fingers creep up under your shirt. You hold on to his face and push up into him and for a moment, he forgets you’re both on a public beach. He lets his hands wander to those hidden places and eats up your groans that you place directly in his mouth. It’s only when he hears the distant roar of an approaching atv that he comes to. Reluctantly breaks the kiss but keeps his forehead pressed to yours.

“Can we go-“

“Yes, please.” You snatch your things off the sand and start walking back towards the motel, his hand clutched tightly in yours.

Later he’ll come out of the bathroom still shaking sand out of his hair even after his shower, to find you watching tv. Still naked but wound up in the starchy sheets, one long leg left out so he can stare.

(That’s where he’d started as soon as the door closed. Backed you right up against the bed till you fell and he followed your leg up to your knee up to your hip, kissing off the sand and the salt and your sunscreen like he promised. He calls you sweetheart and beautiful and sweet like honey and he gets to watch you preen under his words.)

“Have a good shower?” You’re soft and relaxed into the bed, biting on a nail and watching him.

“Eh, so-so.” He didn’t bother with a towel, you’ve just seen him and he intends on you seeing him more.

(He was right. He was able to laugh you right out of your shorts. Nervous giggles while he inched up your stomach, tongue tasting soft skin and dipping in along your bellybutton. Like magic you were out of your shorts and out of your top and he’d had an idea that you weren’t wearing a bra but the light v of tanned skin between your breast makes him pause all the same.)

“Water pressure no good?”

“No, I still have fucking sand everywhere.” He kneels on the bed to slowly crawl over to you.

(He likes how you watch him. He realizes when he has one pebbled nipple in his mouth that you’ve been watching him for longer than today. Your heavy gaze directed down at him while he licks and nips at thin skin. He grabs and gropes your breast and you sigh and he thinks about buying this motel and never leaving.)

“Oh I’m sorry baby.” You coo at him. He hovers over you and shakes his hair above you.

“See?” And you squeal as sand litters the pillow.

(Your noises kill him softly. He’s heard you laugh and groan and yell before but not like this. Your laugh when he kisses up your neck sounds different that before. When he slides your underwear off and wastes no time pushing his fingers into your wet heat, that groan is deep in your throat. He’s not even fully undressed before he has you undone, loudly yelling his name and clutching his arm while he abuses that spot deep inside that makes you gush over his palm.)

“What the fuck Eddie!” You slap at him to get him off but he drops his weight and pins you in place. You still smell like sunscreen and ocean and cheap beer and he swears he’ll find a way to bottle it.

“I don’t want to leave.” He says sincerely.

(He can’t leave actually because this is the room where he got to touch you. A hundred kisses before he even gets his pants off, 50 more before your hands pull him from his boxers, another dozen or so while you lazily run your hand up and down his length and one final one before he pushes into you slow. He forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch. Your gasping and your reaching. The way you bounce under him when grabs the headboard for leverage and soundproofing.)

“This is nice, isn’t it?” You sound sad as you card your fingers through his drying curls.

“I mean…Hawkins can be kind of nice too. If you want.” His chest is tight when he asks his non question. Drops his truth out into the open like that.

(That tight feeling isn’t new, he’s always gotten that with you. Now though the levels are all different. You’ve kissed him and made him cum hot across your belly and you keep holding on to his head like he’s something precious to be kept safe and and and-)

“Hawkins can be nice.” Simple agreement makes his heart swell. He takes a deep breath and finally relaxes into you. You shimmy around to get the blankets over both you and Eddie’s dead weight. He plays with the ends of your hair laying against the pillow, white sand flecks sparkling in the dim motel lighting and decides he’s seen enough of the beach this week.

(You don’t lie to him much anymore, just enough to keep his ego in check. If he had any idea just how deep it all went, you’d never be able to pull him off the ceiling. He’s still a pig and he’s still slime but he’s your pig and your little plastic trash can container of slime. You’d be lying if you said Eddie wasn’t your friend, but the levels got all gummed up with sand and shells and now you don’t have to lie to yourself anymore.)

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Twenty Three: Don’t Make A Scene

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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“How is everyone doing back home?” I hummed, leaning against the wall of the Ferrari hospitality area, a smoke hanging from my lips as I squinted at my phone screen trying to block out the Italian sun, even with the raybans shielding my eyes it wasn’t enough. Everything was different here, I had never really traveled outside of Charming, well apart from the occasional run with Jax back in my teenage years. But this was different, the warmth of the sun beating down against my skin felt like I was being wrapped in a fluffy blanket. There was something comforting about it and I couldn’t help but smile.

Everything so far had been somewhat of a culture shock, I had tried foods that I would have never dreamt of trying, and even though I was still trying to adjust to the time difference I was living my best life.

“Everyone is good, in fact everything is perfect,” Jax smiled back, there was something about it that didn’t sit right with me. Not only wasn’t it as bright as normal but he had a haunted look on his blue eyes.

“Tell that to your face,” I scoffed, taking a long drag of the cigarette. “You look like someone just took a shit on your Harley.”

I stared intently at my device, watching as my older brother ran his hands over his face. “I’m just tired, that’s all,” he paused, obviously trying to think of what lie to spin. “There is nothing for you to worry about, I’ve got everything under control. Now enough about me, Squirt, how is Monza treating you?”

“It’s amazing, Jax,” I beamed. I finally felt free from the weight of the world that always seemed like it was crushing me into the dirt. Part of me felt bad for feeling like this, but I had quickly realized that taking care of Pops and the club had taken a toll on my mental health, so it was nice to have a break from it all. Although that didn’t stop me from missing everyone. “Everyone is amazing, and they are already treating me like family. Fred has taken the role of my body guard which is highly amusing,” pushing myself off the wall I decided it was time to head back into the garage, not wanting to miss the start of free practice.

“As in team principal, Fred Vassuer?”

“That’s the one, being the new kid on the block the press are trying to get the latest gossip but anytime they try and get too close to me whilst Fred is around he gets all protective of me. It’s kinda cute, reminds me of Pops.” I grinned, glancing over I noticed that the pit crew had formed what looked to be a human wall at the front of the garage. There was some sort of commotion going on, I wasn’t quite close enough to hear what was happening but the moment I heard my name being screamed I felt my blood boil. It had been years since I heard that scratchy voice, the sound alone sent a cold shiver down my spine.

“Squirt, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost, you have gone white as a sheet.” Jax asked, causing me to shift my attention back to him.

“I think I fucking have,” I mumbled, trying to stop the anger brewing deep inside me from bubbling over, causing me to explode, this was not the place, “that bitch has a fucking death wish.” I growled, flicking my gaze between my brother’s face and the opening of the garage.

“I can fucking see her, let me speak to my daughter.”

“There is no way,” Charles growled, venom dripping from his words. This was the first time I had seen this side of him but I wasn’t scared, in fact my heart skipped a beat at how protective he was being. “Sur mon putain de cadavre. Over my fucking dead body.”

I could feel the anger radiating through the phone screen from my brother, from the look on his face I was adamant he was going to jump on a plane to personally take care of the waste of space that was my birth mother.

“I am gonna fucking kill her,” Jax seethed, “She has no right crawling back into your life now, god I am so fucking angry right now!”

Taking a deep breath I knew I was going to have to take control of this situation, this was not the type of press coverage the team needed.

“Jax, I gotta go, don’t worry about me, I can handle this bitch,” I said, not taking my eyes off Charles. I could feel the anger radiating off him from the other side of the garage. “Charles is gonna snap and that isn’t good for him or the team.”

“Don’t make too much of a scene Squirt,” he hummed, cocking his brow at me.

“No promises.” I shrugged, before quickly saying bye.

Slipping my phone into the back pocket of my jeans I let out a shaky breath, I hadn’t seen this bitch since she last tried to make contact with me and Pops and the club chased her out of town.

“Kiddo, you okay?” Fred asked, appearing at my side.

“Je le serai, une fois que j'aurai mis cette salope à terre. I will be, once I put that bitch down.” I growled, clenching my fist by my side. She had no right trying to worm her way back into my life, I didn’t need her, she was dead to me.

“Il suffit de ne pas salir le sol et des blocs de glace se trouvent dans le réfrigérateur si vous en avez besoin. Just don't dirty the floor, and there are ice packs in the fridge if you need them.” Fred chuckled, taking my shaking fist in his hands squeezing softly. “Don’t let her get to you, kiddo.”

Slowly nodding at the Frenchman standing in front of me, I took a deep breath trying to steady my heart rate. I knew I needed to confront her otherwise she would never leave and reporters were already gathering around the garage trying to get the best shot of the disruption to the weekend. Within a few short strides across the room I found myself standing next to Charles, my hand instantly finding his, not caring if I outed our relationship at this moment. I needed his touch to keep me grounded and calm because I did not want my face plastered all over the gossip sites.

“The fuck do you want?” I said keeping my voice low and emotionless.

“I want to make amends, you are my daughter at the end of the day,” she pleaded. “I’ve changed, I went through rehab, I’m clean just for you baby.”

Rolling my eyes at the confession, did she think I was stupid? Her pupils were the size of dinner plates, she couldn’t stand still to save her life and was excessively sweating. I knew what her game was here and she wasn’t going to succeed in creeping her way back into my life, using me to get money.

“You ain’t clean,” I scoffed, leaning further into Charles. “Do you really think I would believe you? I ain’t that vulnerable five year old you left living in squalor just so you could get your next fix.”

“Fred, il faut la faire sortir d'ici. Fred, we've got to get her out of here.” Charles said, turning to his team principal.

I was moments away from lunging forward tackling the person who abandoned me, the main cause of my trust issues, the reason I carried demons on my back, but before I could step forward Charles wrapped his arms around my shaking body, holding me tight as he managed to guide me through the garage back to his driver room.

Once the door was shut I felt my resolve crumble, my fingers went into my roots as I slumped on the floor letting out a strangled scream. “Who the fuck does she think she is, coming here trying to act like the caring mother.” I growled, “you should have let me rip her apart.”

“Sunshine,” Charles whispered, crouching in front of me, placing a hand on my knee. “You need these right now,” he said softly, handing me a pack of cigarettes.

“I don’t,” I whispered, resting my hand on his cheek. “I just need you.”

“Je suis là, bébé, je ne vais nulle part. I'm here, baby, I ain't going nowhere.” he hummed, wrapping his arms around me, pressing small kisses against the top of my head. “Why would she come here now?”

“Because you have money and she is a gold digger, she must have seen the posts about us and thought she could get a massive pay day,” I breathed, gripping onto Charles’ fireproofs like my life depended on it, “and she knew if she tried to step foot in Charming, Pops would kill her with his bare fists.”

“Well, if she tries to come near you again I will drive over her with my car at 200 miles an hour.”

“Char, that would cause too much damage to the car,” I said with a slight laugh. Letting out a shaky breath I looked over his shoulder to the clock on the wall. “Five minutes till FP1 you better get going.”

“I can’t leave you, not like this.”

“I will be fine, promise,” I nodded, resting my forehead against his, “I’m gonna go chill with Fred, we might even make a list of different ways to kill her, you know just some light bonding nothing major.”

I knew Fred would make me feel better, there was something about him that reminded me of Pops, he happily took me under his wing in Zandvoort making me feel right at home within the team. I knew Charles had told him everything he needed to know about me and my past, which was the reason he was so protective over me when the devil made her appearance in the garage.

“Just don’t go all psycho killer on me now baby,” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against my lips.

“Don’t spoil all my fun, Mr,” I hummed, a small smile appearing back on my face. “Now go kick some ass out there.”

I found myself staring blankly at my boyfriend, trying to process the words that had just casually fallen out of his mouth.

“Hold on a second, you want me to drive that?” I stated, pointing at the SF-23 that was currently sitting in the middle of the garage.

“Were you not listening to me, Sunshine,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss against my temple.

“I was listening, but you do realize how crazy you sound right now? I don’t even have a super license, we would get into a shit load of trouble if anyone knows I took her on the track. She aint set up for me Char,” I rambled, not taking my eyes off the car, “there is no way. Aint happening, I will kill myself do you know how fast that thing is.”

The sound of Charles laughing caused me to tear my gaze away from the middle of the garage, cocking my brow at him, it was official he had completely lost his mind.

“Babygirl, it’s fine, we are all good, no one will know, trust me. Plus we aren’t in parc ferme conditions yet,” he smirked, slowly guiding me towards the car. “All I ask is don’t crash, I kinda need her for quali tomorrow.”

“You are fucking crazy, Leclerc.” I shot back, refusing to believe he was being serious. “We shouldn’t even be here, everyone has gone home.”

“Thought you loved driving fast?” he hummed, that cocky smirk still firmly planted on his face.

“Yeah in my beater of a truck, that if I am lucky will hit 70 miles an hour, or Jax’s Dyna, not a beast of a machine that is built for speeds of 200 miles an hour plus.”

“Fine, if you won’t drive this, what about this?” he said, fishing his car keys out of his pocket, placing them in the palm of my hand.

Dropping my gaze I ran my fingers over the bead keyring Elenor had made for him, my heart fluttering at the fact he had this on his keys, “wait, isn't this your Pista?”

“You talk too much,” he winked, moving so his arms were wrapped firmly around my waist, in one quick motion I had been thrown over his shoulder and was staring at his ass.

“Well, this is the best view ever,” I giggled, praying that he didn’t lose his grip as he carried me out to the track. “You drop me and I will kill you.”

“Quoi, comme ça ? What, like this?” he said, jolting his body causing me to cling onto him for dear life.

“Fucking asshole.”

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[diilchasp]

Life on Mars

Tracy K. Smith

1.

Tina says what if dark matter is like the space between people

When what holds them together isn’t exactly love, and I think

That sounds right—how strong the pull can be, as if something

That knows better won’t let you drift apart so easily, and how

Small and heavy you feel, stuck there spinning in place.

Anita feels it now as a tug toward the phone, though she knows

The ear at the other end isn’t there anymore. She’ll beat her head

Against the rungs of her room till it splits, and the static that seeps out

Will lull her to sleep, where she’ll dream of him walking just ahead

Beside a woman whose mouth spills O after O of operatic laughter.

But Tina isn’t talking about men and women, what starts in our bodies

And then pushes out toward anywhere once the joy of it disappears.

She means families. How two sisters, say, can stop knowing one another,

Stop hearing the same language, scalding themselves on something

Every time they try to touch. What lives beside us passing for air?

2.

Last year, there was a father in the news who kept his daughter

Locked in a cell for decades. She lived right under his feet,

Cooking food, watching TV. The same pipes threading through his life

Led in and out of hers. Every year the footsteps downstairs multiplied.

Babies wailing through the night. Kids screaming to be let outside.

Every day, the man crept down into that room, bringing food,

Lying down with the daughter, who had no choice. Like a god

Moving through a world where every face looked furtively into his,

Then turned away. They cursed him to his back. He didn’t hear.

They begged him for air, and all he saw were bodies on their knees.

How close that room. What heat. And his wife upstairs, hearing

Their clamor underfoot, thinking the house must just be

Settling into itself with age.

3.

Tina says dark matter is just a theory. Something

We know is there, but can’t completely prove.

We move through it, bound, sensing it snatch up

What we mean to say and turn it over in its hands

Like glass sifted from the sea. It walks the shore,

Watching that refracted light dance back and forth

Before tossing whatever it was back to the surf.

4.

How else could we get things so wrong,

Like a story hacked to bits and told in reverse?—

5.

He grabbed my blouse at the neck.

All I thought was This is my very best

And he will ruin it. Wind, dirt, his hands

Hard on me. I heard the others

Jostling to watch as they waited

For their turns.

They were not glad to do it,

But they were eager.

They all wanted to, and fought

About who would go first.

We went to the cart

Where others sat waiting.

They laughed and it sounded

Like the black clouds that explode

Over the desert at night.

I knew which direction to go

From the stench of what still burned.

It was funny to see my house

Like that—as if the roof

Had been lifted up and carried off

By someone playing at dolls.

6.

Who understands the world, and when

Will he make it make sense? Or she?

Maybe there is a pair of them, and they sit

Watching the cream disperse into their coffee

Like the A-bomb. This equals that, one says,

Arranging a swarm of coordinates

On a giant grid. They exchange smiles.

It’s so simple, they’ll be done by lunchtime,

Will have the whole afternoon to spend naming

The spaces between spaces, which their eyes

Have been trained to distinguish. Nothing

Eludes them. And when the nothing that is

Something creeps toward them, wanting

To be felt, they feel it. Then they jot down

Equation after equation, smiling to one another

Lips sealed tight.

7.

Some of the prisoners were strung like beef

From the ceilings of their cells. “Gus”

Was led around on a leash. I mean dragged.

Others were ridden like mules. The guards

Were under a tremendous amount of pleasure.

I mean pressure. Pretty disgusting. Not

What you’d expect from Americans.

Just kidding. I’m only talking about people

Having a good time, blowing off steam.

8.

The earth beneath us. The earth

Around and above. The earth

Pushing up against our houses,

Complicit with gravity. The earth

Ageless watching us rise and curl.

Our spades, our oxen, the jagged lines

We carve into dirt. The earth

Nicked and sliced into territory.

Hacked and hollowed. Stoppered tight.

Tripwire. The earth ticking with mines,

Patient, biding its time. The earth

Floating in darkness, suspended in spin.

The earth gunning it around the sun.

The earth we ride in disbelief.

The earth we plunder like thieves.

The earth caked to mud in the belly

Of a village with no food. Burying us.

The earth coming off on our shoes.

9.

Tina says we do it to one another, every day,

Knowing and not knowing. When it is love,

What happens feels like dumb luck. When it’s not,

We’re riddled with bullets, shot through like ducks.

Every day. To ourselves and one another. And what

If what it is, and what sends it, has nothing to do

With what we can’t see? Nothing whatsoever

To do with a power other than muscle, will, sheer fright? 

[cheolhub]

SUNDRESS! ⌇KIM NAMJOON ࿐

— PROMPT: in which joon fucks you in your brand new sundress because to him, the only thing better than you… is you in a sundress practically begging for him.

— PAIRING: namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: established relationship, smut (minors dni)

— WORD COUNT: 2.45k

— WARNINGS: daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie (yum), heavy praise, body worship, big!dick joon, size kink, reader is HORNY AF

— A.NOTE: HI!!! so if u saw the first version, im so sorry LOL… im not good at using this app 😭 but here it is (again), if you cant see some of the words, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

namjoon loves dresses. it’s not just any dress that he loves, though, but sundresses. specifically, sundresses on you. the ones that are tight around your chest with its fabric digging into the flesh of your soft breasts. the ones that are flowy at the end and show him your cute panties every time you spin a little too fast or you bend over to pick something up. the ones that he wants to rip off your body, to watch your tits spill and your face turn beet red.

he keeps his admiration subtle, though. he is a gentleman after all.

with his subtlety, you never realize how hard joon gets when he sees you in a sundress. he ogles you with wide eyes every time your head is turned and sometimes he tries to look under your dress to see your panty-clad pussy. one time in particular, he took a peek and saw your bare cunt and had to excuse himself because he thought he was going to explode if he was within 5 feet of you. you’re just so oblivious, though.

but today, you peek your head around the corner in your brand new dress to see your handsome boyfriend reading a book on the couch, hair messy yet still undeniably perfect. you feel giddy, your stomach fluttering and panties dampening just at the sight of him.

“psst!” you whisper trying to catch his attention, but he seems to be deeply invested in his book so you call for him instead. “joonie!” you say in a hushed whisper.

a smile creeps onto his face and he hums, eyes still following the words in his novel. “need somethin’ baby?”

you come from behind the corner, standing in front of him, bottom lip lodged between your teeth as you wait for him to look at you. “do you like it?” you ask meekly with doe eyes ready to bore into his.

when namjoon looks up, he doesn’t expect to see you standing in front of him, tits pushed up unable to breathe with the confining fabric of your brand new sundress. he notices how the dress stops midthigh and how it's tight around your waist and how fucking perfect you look. he imagines how much more perfect you would look with the dress pushed up and his cock pounding you into the couch, but he has to refrain before he cums in his sweats.

you take his silence as an act of disapproval and feel your mood falter. he soon realizes he still hasn’t said anything till he hears your voice, its tone being a stark contrast from a few seconds prior. “i guess you don’t like it… i think i can still return it,” you trail off, lips etched into a deep pout as your eyes fall to the plain white socks on your feet.

he quickly snaps his head up from your body to look up at you, “uh-uh, look at me, baby,” he says, watching your eyes move up to look at him. he takes ahold of your hands, intertwining his fingers into yours, “you look fuckin’ gorgeous, angel… you just caught me off guard, that’s all,” he reassures. “so pretty for me…” he mumbles, eyes raking over your body all over again.

you squeeze your thighs together as his words and deep gaze shoot straight to your core making you let out a shaky exhale, “all for you…” you reiterate like it’s a statement, which in this case, it is. it’s the cold hard truth because there’s no one else that makes you feel the way that kim namjoon does.

he feels his cock twitch in his sweats and notices the way you shift your weight. his eyes darken, pulling you closer to him, “promise?” he murmurs, looking up at you.

you feel the dull ache from earlier in the pit of your stomach growing stronger. you need to feel him. you take a chance, straddling his lap, blushing softly when you feel his large bulge digging into your soaked, bare pussy. “promise, ‘m all yours, daddy…”

namjoon swears he could cum in this instance. the feeling of his baby’s slutty pussy dripping all over his grey sweats? he’s in heaven and he’ll have to remember to thank the gods for this later. his mouth opens to say something about your lack of underwear and the taboo nickname, but he’s interrupted by a strangled groan when you start grinding into him.

you gasp, dreamily, getting even wetter at the feeling of his cock growing harder against your cunt. “daddy,” you whimper. “fuck, m’ so wet, you make me so wet,” you ramble rutting against him at a desperate pace.

fuck it, joon thinks to himself. he groans, moving his hands to your waist to guide you, “yeah, baby? daddy’s got you all messed up down here?” he asks, eyeing how the wet spot on his crotch begins to grow with your arousal.

you nod, eyes sealed shut with your head filling with pleasure.

“you’ve got me all messed up, too,” he hums with a smirk, “every fuckin’ time you put on a dress, i just wanna rip it off you and fuck you so bad,” he admits mindlessly, gripping your waist even harder. “you’re always so pretty, angel, my pretty fuckin’ girl,”

you moan at the thought of all the times you had unconsciously teased him with your little dresses. your stomach flips at his words once again, “fuck me,” you whine, opening your eyes again. you rest your forehead against his, breath fanning against his face as you whisper, “want you to fuck me, joon, wan’ your cock in me– need you in me,”

before he gives his brain a chance to short circuit, he flips you over into the couch at the speed of lightning. his hands move to your tits, roughly pulling the fabric down watching them pop out. he moans softly, taking a second to admire how beautiful they are before he places open-mouthed kisses over them. his mouth quickly catches one of your nipples, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud, biting and sucking as if he were a starved man. he hears your whimpers and repeats his actions with the other, moving his hand to massage your tit.

you arch your back and cry loudly when he bites your nipple a little too hard, “hngh!” he releases, apologizing for his eagerness with gentle eyes. you pout at how much wetter you’ve gotten since his attack on your breasts. “wan’ it now, please!”

namjoon nods fervently, “anything you want, pretty girl,” he mumbles, leaning in to kiss your lips with passion and genuine love, yet it’s sloppy— teeth clashing and tongues tangling with one another. you moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck before he pulls away a minute later, a string of spit leaving you tethered to one another for a moment longer.

he pulls his ruined sweats down far enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his clothed abdomen. staring at how hard he is, you realize you can only ever think about how huge his cock is. and how gorgeous it is with its prominent veins and blushy tip that leaks the sweetest of precum. and how he always fucks you so good with it– how he fucks you till you’re wrecked. nothing but a beautiful, babbling mess of cum, drool and sweat, but you both fucking love it.

your pussy clenches over nothing, the sight of his cock being too hot to handle. you feel your arousal drip down your ass, soaking the dress and probably even the cushion of the couch. neither of you could care less when you’re starving for each other.

namjoon wraps his hand around his throbbing member, stroking up and down, “you want it, baby?” you nod, spreading your legs to put your pussy on display for him. he sucks his teeth, shaking his head at your lack of response, “you gotta tell me how bad you want it,”

you huff flipping your dress up and pulling your knees to your chest and you notice his eyes zero in on your sopping cunt and your desperate hole that’s literally aching to be stuffed. “oh, please!” you cry, eyes welling with tears of need. “wan’ it bad, you always fuck me so good, so so good! wan’ your big cock in me, daddy, promise i can take it,”

he sucks in a sharp breath, dick twitching and on the verge of cumming everywhere, but he loses it when he hears those words tumble out of your mouth oh-so needily.

“please, i wanna feel all your cum inside me!”

he grunts, aligning his cock with your drooling hole before slowly inching in. he can barely hear your mewling with the ringing sound in his ear being so loud. the way your sticky walls invite him in and wrap around him so tightly has him seeing red. namjoon drowns in pride knowing he molded your pussy to the shape of his cock and his only.

immediately, you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his back to push him into you further, but to also hold you steady.

“fuck!” he grunts, throwing his head back as he bottoms out. “this pussy was fuckin’ made for me, ain’t that right, beautiful?” he looks down at you to see your eyes screwed shut and your mouth wide open, yet you still nod your head feverishly. “all mine, yeah?”

“yours, always yours,” you cry, still nodding your head.

he hums in delight before inching out of your tight grip and slamming back in making you scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, holding his body close while he pushes the dress up, having the soft, cotton fabric bunch up all together under your tits.

you cry softly and tilt your head back when you feel the head of cock brush against your sweet spot. you pant out a soft, “r-right there,” with your eyes threatening to roll back.

you feel him push you deeper into the couch, his mind lost in pleasure with how your face is scrunched up in pleasure and your high pitched moans filling the once quiet living room. his length glides in and out of your ruined cunt, his skin slapping against yours— another delectable sound he can’t help but love.

“pretty fuckin’ baby,” he grunts, hand sliding over your abdomen and pushing down softly. the pressure of his hand makes your back arch into him. “can you feel me here?”

you gasp, breathing labored, “hah! yes! s’ deep, daddy, soso big,” you whine, clenching tightly around him.

you swear you see the light with his words and the way his cock keeps bumping your cervix, but his splayed hand slides down and his thumb finds your hardened clit and rubs sweet circles into you.

“j-joon!” you squeal, the action sending lightning cracks through your body. “m’ gonna— hah! gonna cum!” you feel a knot in your stomach tightening as your impending orgasm approaches quickly.

he revels in how your cunt clamps tightly around him, sucking him in even more. “soak my fuckin’ cock then, baby, you can do it,” he mutters, his thumb on your swollen bud working faster. “make me proud,”

a mantra of his name leaves your mouth as you cream his cock, just as he asked you to do. your eyes definitely roll back this time as you let out a loud moan and your pussy grips him like a vice. the knot unravels at your disposal with the help of his words and your need to please him. your back arches even more and tears of pleasure slip from your eyes.

he can’t even help but moan, leaning in to kiss your lips roughly. the way his cock twitches uncontrollably inside of you signals he’s close, like watching you cum made him even harder, so he pounds into you even more. the head of his cock consistently kissing your sweet spot with every impressive stroke. the sound of your arousal soaked skin connecting and disconnecting at a rapid speed mixing with your muffled, joint moans.

“s’ too much!” you cry once he breaks this kiss again.

namjoon nods knowingly, “i know, baby,” he grunts. “such good girl for me, fuck, m’ almost there,” he mumbles against your lips. “take it for me, i know you can,”

you nod obediently, your overstimulated cunt weakly clamps around him again at the praise.“c-cum inside,” you whine.

he groans again, louder this time, “gonna fill my pretty girl’s filthy cunt full of my cum, that’s what you want?” he asks, words slurring a bit as his head spins. “you wanna leak my cum, baby?”

your brain’s gone haywire with his vulgar words and ruthless pace, yet you still find the sanity to reply with your own slurred words, “pleaseeee, daddy, pretty please!”

he lets out a cracked moan, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his hips stutter till his body stills at the hilt. he moans again, louder this time when his hot load spills, painting your battered walls white. he nearly collapses on you, your name slipping out if his mouth in shuddered breaths as he comes down from his euphoric high.

you both spend a few minutes basking in the warmth of each other, soft sighs and moans exiting your lips and his, too. he soon wordlessly pulls out, shushing you sweetly when you whine at the sudden emptiness. his eyes look down at the mess you two had created, cursing in his mind as he watches his cum flood out of you. he fights the urge to shove it all back inside of you for “safekeeping,” but ultimately decides against it for both of your sakes.

instead, he pulls his sweats back up and runs to grab wet cloth to clean you up with.

when he comes back, you look at him with glazed over eyes and a lopsided smile. he smiles at you, eyes crinkling. he cleans you up, murmuring soft praises and placing tiny kisses over you.

“did so well for me, love,” he whispers once he’s done, pulling the culprit dress down and covering you up again. he peppers your face with kisses and words of affirmation.

you hum, basking in the afterglow, “so… i guess you don’t want me to return the dress?” it’s a joke, but seeing namjoon back away from your face and his lips pressed into a straight line only makes you giggle.

“you’re keeping it… in fact, let’s go buy you a hundred more, yeah?”

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[spider-biter]

Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3 🌙🌙🌙

A/N: I’ve been stuck with this in my head for the past 4 days.…. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! Also thank you for correcting my misspelling of mierda as Mérida 😭😭😭 embarrassing 😳

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- Steven loves old vintage things, he often wonders into antique stores to just “look around”

- he spends 50 dollars.

- Jake cannot stand waiting. man is literally impatient AF

- “15 minutes till the next train???! Mierda, let’s just fucking walk”

- cooking for him is his love language

- he will literally sob on the inside if you even show interest in his cultural food

- Marc is the same way

- one time you made him Rugelach and he was a MESS

- “baby it’s not even that good-“ “ITS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND- AND I LOVE YOU-“ “ok”

- Steven loves that you know so much about their cultures and interests

- he also appreciates how you avoid meat when he’s fronting

- when you first ordered a tofu taco on a date with him he immediately felt guilty, like he was pressuring you or something

- “love- no it’s ok! you can eat meat I don’t care!”

- “darling, if this is important to you then it is important to me. plus tofu is literally the best so it’s no problem! :)”

- oml he is going to COLLAPSE

- they always appreciate that you know how to comfort them whenever they are triggered or have a nightmare

- Steven needs to be grounded, so you take his hands and hold him close to you. Rubbing circles on his back, telling him that you’re right here, it’s ok, you’re fine. he often falls asleep with his head on your chest with your hands in his hair

- Marc fluctuates between quiet dissociation and physical panic

- when he’s quiet you make sure to interact. asking him questions like how was your day, do you want tea, how many sugars, any cream? just so he is forced to stay as much out of his head as he can

- (even though you can probably make his favorite tea ((thank you stevens Brit influence)) blindfolded)

- if it’s physical it’s a lot harder. You know that Marc would probably sink deeper if he ever accidentally hurt you so you just try to make him look at you. The 5-4-3-2-1 rule works best to get him out of it. He usually goes quiet after one, staring into nothing. Usually you just kind of sit near and around him, trying to get him back to the present (Think of that one scene in the asylum where he just looks exhausted)

- Jake just needs his space. You respect that. One of you normally leaves to give the other some space. You understand and respect that it’s not a you thing, just a ‘I think if I am touched or talked to I will literally fall over this edge that I am on’ thing.

- he normally apologizes (even though you told him it’s ok) and is super lovey dovey & touchey for the next couple of hours after

- speaking of touchey

- they all LOVE to hold you

- steven found out that holding hands with you and swinging them back and forth dramatically makes you giggle

- especially if he skips with you while doing it (he has done it twice and both times you felt your heart explode with love!)

- he loves holding your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your palm to calm each other down

- and whenever you get up in the middle of the night to pull him out of his studies/work he softly kisses your knuckles as an apology, whispering things in French

- LORD

- you guys also rest against each others foreheads in moments of silence, just enjoying the closeness of your love

- Jake is a spinner!

- he’ll grab your arm and immediately spin you around, no matter what you’re doing.

- you always scream out of surprise even though he’s done this forever

- he also loves to dip you

- “no need to be scared mi corazón, I’ll never drop you 😤💪❤️” 🤨🤨 “what about that one time at-” “shhhh mi vida no es importante”

- Jake loves having his hands on you in a “mine” way

- but you do the exact same for him

- but he likes to come up behind you and run his hands all over your body while kissing your jawline. “So lovely” “so beautiful” “y todo mío” (that last one made your knees jelly)

- Marc has such an obsession with physical touch

- for the first 6-8 months, he was really scared of touching you. he never got physical love as a child and was always scared he’d break you because of it

- but one day he fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie you guys were watching

- and damn. The peace he felt was similar to how he felt in the field of reeds tbh

- ANYWAYS

- one day you both started just hooking arms with the other and skipping around in a circle

- it’s a cowboy jig

- yeehaw

- Marc also is obsessed with giving you piggyback rides, even if you are scared AS HELL!

- yes Marc Spector has run with a fully grown adult on his back yelling “MARC WHAT THE FUCK?” In Central Park. what abt it

- he loves to let you rest your head on his shoulder.

- he’s a big face guy??? Like he brushes away hair, pecks your cheeks, wipes away tears.

- he’s very gentle all the time and loves holding your cheek as you guys just stare at each other

- the mornings with them >>>

- who’s big and little spoon is a never ending battle

- with Steven it’s very quiet & reflective

- laying on each others chests, hands in each others hair, comforter pulled up to your neck, listening to the other breathing pattern and syncing it up! It’s all about the quiet company of love. The 2 of you comfortable for all of eternity

- Marc is similar but not

- it’s inches away from each other, still entangled with the other. you face each other and whisper silly nothings: I love you, I’ll do anything for you, we should do this for a date.

- You even boop his nose.

- he’s not a fan

- Jake loves being the big spoon but after hard days you make him little spoon so you can wrap around him <3

- but when he is big spoon??????

- his warm arms wrap around your midsection, keeping you in nirvana eternally. you both float in and out of consciousness, his head rests softly on yours, you nestle deeper into him, even though that’s literally scientifically impossible at this point. He loves how addicted you are to him

- he doesn’t even realize how addicted he is to you ;)

- it’s also passionate make out sessions, still sleepy and slightly sloppy, before he goes into the shower and you make him a coffee

- (getting out of the shower to be greeted by your coffee and you sitting at the counter just reading over the news on your phone??? it makes his heart literally collapse in on itself every. single. day.)

- speaking of passion

- you helped them all find things they’re passionate about

- you helped Steven get a better job at a different museum and he LOVES IT!!!

- it was pretty easy, Steven just had to be confident in his knowledge.

- sometimes you stop by on your lunch break and see Steven somehow getting a group of terrible and loud preteens absolutely invested in the story of Ra and Sekhement

- (passionately teaching a group of kids all about the ancient relics of the past is a turn on you never knew you had)

- you helped Marc get involved with the INTERPOL force in London, so he can occasionally be on call, and help people in a legal way

- he likes it bc it gives him something to do & makes the world a better place

- he helps take down bad guys & save kids. He gets to be the person he always wished would come and save him when he was younger.

- it makes you sob

- but!

- Jake is happy as long as he’s with you but he’s actually super into watching old telenovelas

- you guys make a whole day out of it

- and the 2 of you won’t stop acting out the most dramatic scenes of it

- “TU ES MI HIJO???” “Si, madre. También soy tu ABUELO EN EL FUTURO!!!” *gasp*

- Steven and Marc are OVER IT!!

- speaking of Marc, you always celebrate Rosh Hashanah & other important Jewish holidays with him

- you cook together, him teaching you these generational meals and you making sure he doesn’t burn down the entire kitchen

- during Yom Kippur you help him fast & reflect with him

- keeping him grounded and not just letting him shit on himself endlessly for 25 hours?? telling him that “it’s about repenting and doing it better this year”???? Literally life saving for him

- and to have someone to help him with his spirituality is so important to him

- like… beyond words

- idk where to put this at but onetime you drove with Jake in the passenger

- he is TRAUMATIZED

- like just imagine a grown ass man screaming as you go 50 mph down the London bridge

- “eres un pequeño demonito de la velocidad. me asustas” (you’re a little speed demon (lovingly). You scare me)

- Steven was LIVING

- “STEVEN IF YOU DONT STOP CHEERING THEM ON-“

- “LOVE GO FASTER!!”

- yes Steven is also a little speed demon

- it’s cannon idc

- if you can’t already tell, they love you so much

- holding you after a bad day, comforting your anxieties, feeding the ducks in the pond

- “darling he’s a duck-“ “I don’t care! He’s staring at me like I did something! I’m innocent Marc I swear!” “I- I know babe- it’s- it’s a duck???”

- (This conversation and never ending confusion on Marc’s part goes on for another 15 minutes)

- they cherish you like no one else

- they would take a bullet for you without even a second thought and you would for them too

- (where is my moon system holding dying lover or lover holding dying system fic already??)

- anyways

- they love you the most in the world

- and tbh??? You do too.

- “I love you the most”

- “I love you the mostest”

[indouloureux]

joey with a s/o that has asd/adhd and having a sensory overload pls?

honey unfortunately i dont know how to write that seeing as i dont have adhd myself :( i might get everything wrong and i don't want to offend people so i'm sorry

however i can write sensory overload (did a bit of research that's why it took awhile) so i hope this would suffice <3

everything around you blooms in color — red for the balloons children pop, green for the tall slides, yellow for the basketballs to throw into big holes, and brown for the eyes you stare at whenever you find something entertaining and smile up at him.

joseph takes your hand tightly into his, keeping you close to his side as the people increase within the fair. and his walk is fast, eager, as he guides you in between enthralled people to make it to the pier.

"babe, slow down," you yell, clutching a bag of half-eaten pink cotton candy into your chest. "i—oh!"

you trip on something, and for a split second you might have thought it was a crawling toddler. you're lucky enough to fall onto his side than the sticky, wooden planks, joseph spinning around to catch you. your nose bumping hardly on his chest.

"oh my god, i'm sorry!" he cups your face, turning it up so his thumbs would press on either side of your nose. "does it hurt?"

"a bit," you sniffle, a slight throb up your nostrils that he massages with gentle squeezes and a kiss. "lets keep going."

he runs a bit slower this time, until you reach the edge of the docks just in time before people had filled it in. joseph presses you against the wooden railing, his hands on either side of you as your back rest on his chest.

"how many minutes 'till the fireworks?"

flicking his wrists, he squints to see the time in the dark. "three minutes," he says, taking a piece of cotton candy and popping it into his mouth. "god, it's really loud."

there's a light sting inside your ear, sinking deeper into his chest as you blink rapidly and shake your head. "yeah. it's— it's a fair. there's lots of kids going missing right now."

your eyes trail on the boats from afar, to the tatty wood of the docks you walk on, to the screaming, misbehaving children from behind, and the crinkles of the plastic you hold whenever joseph reaches over to pluck out the pink cotton.

he snorts from what you said. "how much do you bet there's at least twenty kids at the entrance?"

"ten pounds,"

"weak," he squeezes the button of your nose before kissing the top of your head. "make it fifteen."

you frown at the sudden pop of a balloon from afar, head tilting that your left ear presses against his chest. your sudden closeness brings him to a realization, and he's hugging you close to him, pressing gentle kisses on your hairline to help.

you relaxed a little, shoulders deflating into his touch and gave yourself the sweet cotton candy until the fireworks start shooting up in the dark sky without warning. you jump slightly, the bag being crushed by your two bodies as gunpowder explodes into blinding colors that strain your eyes.

everything hurts — the volume louder than it should be, your nose stinging from the constant sniffling, and your mouth all dry. you hate the fact that joseph's shirt stings against your skin, squirming yourself away to hide your ears behind your hands and duck your head.

and joseph knows, because his hand's are stretched out to touch your arms, trying his best to keep all his clothing away. his words of "i'm sorry, hun. let's get out of here," are muffled by the loud explosions and your ears, guiding you away from the suffocating crowd

you don't know how long it took for you to end up in the parking lot, the back of his car open and the fireworks faint but still loud. the lot's less crowded, occasional revving of cars passing by to go home. joseph urges you to sit on the back, and despite being in public (although hidden behind a tree), he's removing his shirt and throwing it aside.

joseph reaches out to remove your hands from your ears, fingers slithering up to tangle themselves with yours as he urges you to sit back so he can slot himself beside you. your heartbeat slows, especially when he pushes your head to his bare chest, your ears stopping its ringing.

"i should have thought about this happening," he murmurs, rubbing your shoulders to sooth you and to warm you from the cold air. "i'm sorry, love."

"it's alright," you pick on his shirt, his fabric no longer burning against your touch and instead leaves a gas of his scent up your nose that alleviates the pain. "we didn't expect it, anyway."

he keeps kissing your head, blows the sweat off your forehead gently. joseph runs his hands through your hair, keeps on pushing you closer to his chest that your cheeks buried against it.

"do you wanna go home?" he whispers, eyes trained on the fireworks from afar but focus remained on you.

"no," you murmur. "we can just stay here, if that's okay?"

he looks down, kisses your nose where it hurts, and smiles at you. "whatever you want, baby."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one with the phone calls

Masterlist | Taglist | Ko-Fi

Description | You don't mean to overhear a conversation between the band when Damiano accidentally calls you one evening. But somehow, accidental phone calls suddenly seem to open up a new world of possibilities.

Content | Smut

Pairing | fem!Reader x Ethan

Word Count | 7130

A/N: As usual, thank you for the input and keeping me sane while writing @till-you-scream-and-cry ❤️

***

"Thomas! Move your ass... Thank you."

The voice belonged to Damiano, that much you knew immediately. It didn't come as much of a surprise considering he had been the one to call you. Pressing the phone closer to your ear, you listened more intently, but all that came through for a moment was the sound of a lighter clicking and a loud exhale, probably filled with smoke.

"Now, once again, Edgar, but less chaotic, please. Was that a dream or a fantasy you were talking about? Not that it matters much, sounds like you want to fuck her either way," he giggled.

It was the moment you realised he hadn't actually meant to call you. The confusing start hadn't thrown you off immediately, you knew how they could be, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this was a private conversation and none of them knew you were listening in. You were on the verge of ending the call, leaving them to whatever they were doing, when Ethan spoke up.

"Don't talk about Y/n like that, have some respect, Damiano."

The finger hovering over the red button stopped immediately, as your whole body seemed to freeze in place. Had- had Ethan just said your name? Had he basically just unknowingly admitted he'd had a dream about you? Or a fantasy, or whatever they were currently discussing? Your head felt like it was about to explode at the possibilities.

"Fine, fine," Damiano chuckled. "No disrespecting her. Unless she explicitly consents."

The giggles of Damiano and Thomas were easy to pick up on, you could only imagine the teasing looks they'd be throwing Ethan, who would shake his head in all seriousness and ignore them.

"And it was a dream, just to be clear. Not sure why I should share any of my fantasies with you when you're being like that."

You had to calm yourself not to giggle at the tone in Ethan's voice. Having been his friend for most of your life, you knew how annoyed he could get when they weren't taking him seriously, yet he never managed to stay mad at them, or even learn from it. He would share anything with those two boys, and Vic, now and in the future, and they all knew it.

"Okay, so what happened?" There was a brief pause. You imagined Damiano lazily taking a drag from his cigarette before continuing. "Did you go down on her but she smelled really bad in your dream? Or did she peg you and you suddenly started realising a new kink of yours?"

You had no way of telling what the immediate reaction of everyone was to Damiano's teasing, as you spluttered in shock, quickly moving the phone away to make sure they wouldn't hear and notice you eavesdropping on them. It wasn't any surprise to you how openly they talked, all of you did, but having you involved in this conversation while you were technically not supposed to know about it was a very different story.

"I'm not going to give you details and you know it," Ethan replied with a calm voice. "It's more about the... way I seemed to have stepped over a line by subconsciously imagining her in a certain way without her knowing. Almost like a betrayal of trust within our friendship."

"I can't decide what to focus on, the fact that you genuinely feel bad about that dream or that you've apparently never imagined having sex with her before," Damiano mumbled, awe in his voice.

"Definitely the fact that he never imagined it before," Thomas threw in. "I mean, even I have, she's hot. Don't think there's any harm in it, she doesn't have to know."

What?!

Your mind was spinning so much, trying to take in the information you were receiving, you weren't sure if Damiano made a noise of agreement or if it was all in your head.

They thought you were hot? Out of all people you knew, they were easily the most attractive, most open about sex, most aware of the effect they had on other people and how they could seduce them with nothing more but a wink. And they thought you were hot? Compliment of the fucking century.

"Of course she's hot," Ethan piped up, reminding you that you were, in fact, still listening in. "And I've definitely thought about it. But to imagine it, subconsciously, in that kind of detail? To the point where I was convinced I was feeling it? That still feels like a violation-"

You didn't notice you had hung up until the silence settled in, but a look at the screen of your phone confirmed it. Apparently, your brain had decided it was time to shut off, leaving you to ponder your thoughts and the number of revelations the accidental phone call had brought about. You'd definitely need some time to think things over.

***

You were quite content for Ethan to text you, letting you know he, unfortunately, wouldn't have time to call you for the next to days. As much as you missed hearing his voice, you still felt awkward about what you had heard on the phone before. Mainly because you had been crushing on your best friend for months, maybe years if you really thought about it, and you had no idea how to go on from this. There was no easy way to explain that you had accidentally gotten a butt dial from Damiano and instead of hanging up like a normal human being, you had decided to effectively spy on them.

So, when your phone rang three days later, prominently displaying Ethan's name and a picture of him with a ridiculous pair of heart-shaped sunglasses, your heart was beating out of your chest in a way it hadn't quite done before. Another deep breath was necessary before you picked up, trying your hardest to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey there," you sighed into the phone, immediately scolding yourself for sounding so breathless.

"Y/n! You will not believe the day I've just had."

You had never been happier about Ethan going onto one of his little rants. Where others perceived him as quiet, he let it all out with you, telling stories, explaining whatever he was doing, confiding in you, letting you be a part of everything he experienced, even if you couldn't physically be there. Listening to Ethan as he replayed the day for you, you walked over to the bedroom, the bed way too inviting after being on your feet for hours.

"...and then obviously Damiano had to bring up some weird stuff about me being into aliens again in the interview..."

"Want me to beat him up for you?" You sleepily mumbled into the phone as you sank further into the pillows, blanket pulled up to your neck. A chuckle came through the phone, and you didn't have any problems imagining the slight smile that would be playing on Ethan's face.

"I'll tell you if I require you to do so. You sound tired though, would you rather hang up?"

"No, no, please." You cringed at how desperate you sounded. "As long as you don't mind if I fall asleep, I'd love to listen to you some more."

"Of course, settle in, I'll talk until I don't hear you respond anymore."

Ethan's voice never failed to lull you to sleep. There was something ethereal about it, the carefulness which with he chose his words softening your heart and soothing your mind. It had often been like this, although you much preferred the times he was at home for it. Back when you were kids, he would talk you to sleep from his bed, as you were huddled under the covers on a blow-up mattress in front of it. It had slowly and surely evolved into him simply laying in your bed with you when he was staying over, close enough to get your nerves fired up, too far to dare to do anything about it. Ethan was a gentleman to a fault, something you had always treasured immensely, but it would be a lie to pretend you hadn't dreamed about him simply throwing caution into the wind, pulling you close, and kissing you senseless. It had never happened. Which is why it had, somehow, been even more surprising to overhear the things he had told the other guys.

However, none of that was on your mind at that moment, as all thoughts slowly began to vanish into thin air and your head was full with nothing but Ethan, Ethan, Ethan.

***

You weren't sure what exactly had woken you up when you felt yourself stir. The darkness behind the curtains told you it was still in the middle of the night, yet your body had decided to rouse you from your sleep all the same. You were in the middle of untangling yourself from your blankets when you heard it.

Breathing.

You felt yourself freeze in place, unable to move, trying to regulate your heartbeat and the noises you were threatening to make. The panic was on the verge of taking over your body, but you wouldn't allow it, adrenaline high enough to keep you focused. You needed to find out where it was coming from. From behind? From under your bed? It sounded close.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to concentrate on your hearing to locate the sound. One more deep breath.

It seemed to come from... right next to you - but not from behind you, but in front of you. Confusion briefly muddled your mind, then you heard another, louder sigh, and suddenly you understood that what you had been hearing hadn't been a voice that was actually in the room with you - but one that came through the speaker of your phone.

Searching through the bedding, you quickly found the offending item, a smile spreading on your face as you realised that you had, in fact, managed to fall asleep while on the phone with Ethan. His name brightly shone back at you as you turned the screen towards your face. Apparently, it had worked similarly for him, considering he hadn't ended the call, even though he was clearly done talking.

For a moment you considered giving him a little scare, the same way he had scared you, even if unintentionally, but you knew he needed his sleep. Your thumb was hovering over the red button when you suddenly made out another noise.

Y/n.

Your name.

Was he asleep? Had you once again managed to infiltrate his dreams? But then a groan followed and all of a sudden you knew exactly what was happening. If the increasing moans coming from his mouth weren't always giving it away, the quiet noises in the background had now picked up just enough for you to notice. It sounded like movement. A wet kind of movement.

Ethan Torchio was, without a doubt, jacking off.

Your breath caught in your throat, fascinated by now knowing exactly what each and every one of those noises meant. It was impossible to stop the images from popping up in your mind. Ethan, lying on his bed in some hotel room, white sheets contrasting against the dark hair that was flowing freely onto the pillow. The blanket kicked aside, soft skin over hard muscles on display for no one to see. Laboured breathing, closed eyes, face slightly scrunched up in a mixture of concentration and pleasure. One hand behind his head. The other around his cock, hard and begging for release, moving just enough to make a sound, not enough to get there too quickly.

You only just caught yourself before letting out a moan at the idea of it all. You couldn't believe you found yourself in a situation like this again, first with Damiano's butt dial, now Ethan forgetting to end the call? Both times ending up with things you definitely shouldn't be hearing. Yet, once again, it felt impossible to do the right thing and hang up. To remove yourself from the situation. To stop crossing boundaries and potentially violating his trust and his privacy. And then he moaned your name again, in such a sinful way, that your hand was between your legs before you could stop yourself.

Your thighs were hot against your fingers, all of your nerves already firing up at the sounds reaching you through the phone. His breathing was starting to get uneven, there was a slight break in his movement and - oh god you were convinced you had just heard him spit into his hand before continuing.

Running your fingers along the fabric of your panties didn't last long, your desperate need to touch yourself over hearing him mutter your name yet again overwhelming enough to get rid of your underwear altogether.

"Fuck, Y/N..."

You contained the whimper you wanted to let out so badly with effort. Hearing Ethan getting off was hot enough in itself, but knowing that he was doing it to the idea of you, going so far as to mumble your name in between, left you aching and pulsating. All ideas of behaving in a more morally correct way were out of the window, repercussions be fucked, you'd deal with them later.

Moving your fingers back between your legs, you could feel yourself dripping. This wasn't the time for teasing, you realised as you slid through your folds, biting your lip heavily to keep in the moan when you moved past your clit. But you needed more. The other hand on your breasts, slowly massaging and pinching at the flesh and your nipples, wouldn't do. Pushing a single finger in was easy enough, and the way the movie that was now playing in your head relaxed you enough to let a second one join almost immediately.

You could hear that Ethan was speeding up now, both from his breathing and groaning coming through at a quicker succession, as well as the noise of his hand moving around his dick. You desperately tried to match his rhythm, your mind going into overdrive, imagining it was him slamming into you instead of just your fingers. He was making more and more noises, quite obviously getting lost in his pleasure as he chased his release. Your other hand came down from your tits, impatiently moving over the skin of your stomach and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake until it reached your pussy. The first touch to your clit as your other hand kept moving had you gasping, then briefly freezing in fear of being heard. Luckily, Ethan seemed too lost in his own arousal to notice. Pushing the fabric of your shirt between your teeth, you tried your best to muffle your sounds as both hands started increasing in speed again.

Y/n, Y/n, please, come on, fuck...

He came unexpectedly - to you at least, having to rely only on what came through your phone - but he came so intensely and loudly that you were sure you were losing your mind. The groan, full of relief, was so clear that you could almost convince yourself he was in the room with you. Closing your eyes, you imagined his cum hitting his stomach, painting it in streaks of it, as he slowly rubbed it out, calming down, revelling in the afterglow.

It was all it took for you. Fingers deep inside you, stroking your favourite spots, your other hand rubbing more intensely on your clit, and you fell apart. A hot feeling travelled through your whole body, endorphins releasing as your legs shook, a loud moan-

A loud moan escaping you.

For the third time that night, you froze, fingers still buried in your pussy, holding your breath. The brief silence that had appeared was quickly disturbed by rustling and crackling coming from your phone, then a voice so close you knew it was because he had found and picked up the phone.

"Y/n? Is that-"

You had never ended a call so quickly.

***

5 missed calls.

Well, six, if you counted the one from Damiano on top of it.

But five from Ethan, in the span of twelve hours.

You needed more time to think before you answered any of them. To come to terms with what had happened, to go through possible scenarios, possible reactions that you would be faced with, and what you would say. All you knew was that you had to apologise. You had broken Ethan's trust, infiltrated a private moment, and he knew about it. You could only imagine what was going through his head now. All you were hoping for at this point was that he wouldn't hate you, or remove you from his life completely.

The phone rang again, this time showing Vic's name. While you weren't sure you trusted Damiano - visions of Ethan talking him into calling from his phone so you would pick up, thinking the singer wanted to have an innocent chat indeed - you didn't see that tactic working on Vic. This one was coming from her personally, you were sure of it.

"Hey."

"Y/n? Oh thank god," Victoria sighed, before apparently moving the phone away a little. "SHE'S ALIVE, NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOTEL ROOM. Right, sorry about that, I'm alone now. Alright, now tell me what the fuck happened."

"What do you mean?" You knew it was a pointless endeavour, yet you couldn't help but try to buy yourself some time.

"Oh, I don't know, the fact that Ethan is freaking out because he can't reach you? After you had some sort of weird thing happening last night that he won't talk about? Listen, I don't know the details, and I won't try to get any out of you, that's between you too. But, for the love of god, talk to him because he's being unbearable and we can't play a show like this."

"Is... Is he mad?"

You weren't sure if Vic's sigh was resigned or annoyed.

"He's worried, from what I can tell, but no, he doesn't seem mad." Her voice was much softer now. "Stop being scared. You've been friends for as long as I can remember, whatever happened won't ruin that."

You weren't quite so sure of that yet.

"I'll make him call you tonight after the show, think things over or whatever you're currently doing, and then talk to him, okay?"

You didn't have it in you to refuse.

***

"I would like you to know that I just played the worst show of my life and it's all your fault."

You felt like crying when Ethan finally called. This wasn't the conversation opener you had hoped for. Not that you necessarily knew what exactly you had been hoping for at all, but it surely wasn't an accusation straight off the bat. You almost ended the call right then and there, not ready for what else could possibly follow this, but instead, you decided to try to be fair to him and at least hear what else he had to say - even if it meant fighting the tears threatening to spill.

"The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about you and what this meant for us. I missed my cue three times, Damiano made a joke about it to everyone, it was embarrassing. I kept having ... flashbacks to last night and I felt so ashamed. I feel like I violated you in a way and I ... well, I wasn't quite sure what exactly you had heard."

"I... what?"

"Did... did you hear your name? I wasn't sure if-"

"I did."

The line was silent for a moment before you realised he was sighing deeply. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I crossed a line, and I don't know if you can forgive-"

"Did you not hear me?" You couldn't stop yourself from interrupting. "When you picked up the phone again?"

"I heard a noise, which made me realise I fell asleep without hanging up earlier, but then you'd hung up and I assumed... I assumed you were, well, disgusted with me."

You didn't mean to, you really didn't - but the absurdity of the whole situation and the partial relief of knowing that he was too panicked about your reaction to his actions to even think about what your noise had meant, ended up with you erupting in howling laughter.

"I'm sorry," you burst out in between gasps of breath fueling your giggling, "I'm sorry, Ethan. It's just... Listening to you, and then hearing my name last night... Well to be quite honest, you weren't the only one touching yourself."

"Wait-" The tone in his voice was equal parts shocked and surprised. "So you weren't offended? Fuck, I spent the whole day thinking you were disgusted, having caught me thinking about you like that, but..."

"I've known for a few days, actually," you confessed. This was already such a mess, you might as well get it all off your chest. "The other day, when you were talking to the guys... Damiano butt dialled me and I... well, I couldn't help but overhear some things. Like the fact that you had a dream about me."

"Oh, so you've been sitting there the whole time, well aware of my dilemma, and instead of talking to me about it, or easing my mind, like a good friend would, you decide to listen in and get off on it."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't an accusation either. But the way his voice suddenly lowered considerably, all signs of stress and nervousness completely gone, sent shivers down your spine.

"I mean, I-"

"You mean you what?" He didn't give you a chance to explain. "You mean to tell me that you touched yourself until you came, just to the sounds of me jacking off, like a little slut?"

It hit you like a ton of bricks. If you hadn't been sure where he was going when his voice changed, you surely did now. All of your nerves were on high alert at what he had just called you. With a shaking breath, you found yourself lowering your body onto the bed, sitting at the edge of it, trying to steady yourself, to cope with his sudden situation, this game he was obviously willing to play.

"I did," you whispered, voice failing you.

"I should have known. I should have known from the time you walked in on me showering last year, the way your eyes looked me up and down wasn't the same as they had been all those years before, was it? You didn't leave immediately as you should have. And when I confronted you, you got flustered, but in a different way than before. Even then you wouldn't have minded if I'd pulled you under the water with me, would you?"

You couldn't seem to form any words. You were glad to be sitting already because if you weren't, you were sure to be losing the strength in your legs right about now. Somehow, out of the blue, Ethan seemed to have figured it all out. Figured you out. The past year of wondering and daydreaming and yearning, followed by the last few days of questioning and hoping and thinking - all of a sudden, he had cleared it all up. And while you knew that the healthy thing would be to discuss the matter at hand at this point, you were drawn in by the way he was speaking to you now. It was a side of him you hadn't gotten to see, only heard about in passing, but that was now directed solely at you, and you couldn't stop.

"Answer me."

"Yes, sir."

It simply slipped out. It wasn't even something you'd thought about before, but the tone in his voice, his simple command, easily pushed you into this position.

"Good girl," he said and you briefly wondered if he knew he was resetting your entire being with just a few words. Your sex life had been less than spectacular up to this point, and you had mostly spent your early twenties desperately trying to please men who wouldn't do the same for you. You had never even explored anything kinkier than doing it with the lights on, really, and you'd never fully allowed yourself to think about it. But here was Ethan, doing nothing more than aiming at you with just the right words, his voice on the perfect frequency, and you questioned everything you had ever known about your sexual preferences. Because right then and there, you wanted nothing more but to get on your knees for him and let him use you any way he wanted.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm... I'm just sitting on my bed."

"Good. Get comfortable, because this time when you come it will be on my terms."

You didn't even think about refusing. In a heartbeat, you had shuffled back until your back hit the headrest, almost eagerly awaiting further instructions.

"Tell me. Have you been thinking about me a lot lately? Ever since the shower incident? What you'd like to do to me? Or rather what you would like me to do to you?"

The hot flashes travelled over your body, leaving you to breathe heavily at his words and his implications. Everything you had previously tried to push away and ignore, for the sake of your lifelong friendship, was bubbling to the surface with an intensity you hadn't anticipated.

"I've... It's impossible not to think about you, Ethan. Have you seen yourself? Doesn't help when you're walking around topless all the time, and you're throwing me these looks, and I know it was just to tease me, but you wouldn't know the things that did to me, and then you've had girls round and god... I could hear what you were doing to them sometimes, when I was out in the garden with the rest of the guys and I kept wishing that was me. Fuck, how I wanted that to be me."

The words left your mouth in rapid succession, the insecurity and embarrassment of their meaning only catching up with you after they had been said. Suddenly, so many of the thoughts you had successfully kept in your head for so long were out in the open, and the moment it took Ethan to answer felt like a lifetime.

"I thought about you every single time I fucked them." Your legs closed on their own accord, thighs squeezing together desperately, as you gasped at his voice. "Every time I closed my eyes I imagined it was your mouth wrapped around my cock, your tits pressed against my chest, your cunt clenching around me. None of them even came close to you."

There was no hiding in how his words affected you, your heavy breathing easily giving you away. You could feel a pulsating sensation between your legs already, but the thought of touching yourself without him explicitly telling you to didn't even cross your mind.

"Ethan..."

"I used to feel bad about it, you know? Picturing you like that. While you were being my best friend, so sweet, so innocent. But now that I know how much of a slut you are..."

You were sure he could easily hear the gasp you let out, so obviously under his full control already, it would have embarrassed you if it had been anyone but Ethan. Even though this was the first time crossing the line like this, you trusted him explicitly to take care of you, just like he had always done.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what you're wearing right now?"

You briefly looked down at your body, clad in an oversized shirt and less than sexy underwear. For a moment, you considered lying, telling him about some gorgeous lingerie you didn't even own, but you quickly pushed that thought away. This was Ethan. Not only did he know you well enough to see right through you, but you were just starting to be honest with each other. It wasn't the right moment to go back to little white lies.

"That big grey shirt and black panties."

"Sounds like you're overdressed then, because I'm sitting in here in nothing but my boxers. Why don't you get rid of that shirt for me?"

You didn't hesitate. Throwing the phone onto the bed, you pulled the fabric off you, leaving it to drop somewhere next to the bed, before leaning back into the pillows. You could hear a low chuckle through your mobile as you picked it up.

"You're so easy. Put your phone on speaker, you're going to need two hands for this."

"Done," you almost whispered, voice breaking in anticipation as you dropped the phone on the bed next to you. Suddenly awkward, you felt like you had lost any sense of where to put your hands, unsure whether you were supposed to be touching yourself, or just resting, or obeying to some other unwritten rule you didn't know about. Yet, as so often in your life, Ethan knew exactly how to handle you, even without seeing you.

"I would love to be kissing you right now, your lips, down your face, along your neck..."

You barely noticed the way your eyes were closing, fingers trailing along the places he mentioned. Nothing could come close to Ethan actually finally kissing you - of this you were sure - but for now, you'd be happy to hear his low voice through the static, feeling your fingertips against your skin, imagining it was him even a little bit.

"Are you lying down? I bet your tits look fantastic. I remember last summer when Vic convinced you to sunbathe topless. Couldn't keep my eyes off you. Thank fuck for sunglasses."

His talk was disrupted by noises you couldn't immediately pinpoint. Fuck, you wished you weren't separated by miles and kilometres and endless stretches of roads and highways, you wished you could see him right now, touch him, let him make your fantasies come alive. But for now, you would have to do with what he was willing to give you.

"What are you doing?" You asked breathlessly, feeling disconnected at your lack of visual clues of what was happening on the other end.

"Just taking off my boxers to get more comfortable," he chuckled.

"Wait, am I-"

"Don't you dare remove your underwear," he warned, interrupting you before you had even finished your thought, but knowing all too well where you were heading. "You're going to stay exactly as you are until I tell you to do it. Otherwise, our first meeting when I'm back will entail a spanking that's not suited for our first time together."

You could only imagine how much your surprised gasp would please him. He had you in the palm of his hands with his words only, you were convinced you were actually going to perish when he got said hands on you.

"Now listen closely and don't do anything I don't tell you to. Yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Move your hands to your tits for me. Feel them, play with them a little. The nice, soft skin under your fingertips. Pinch your nipples for me. Are they hard yet?"

Your fingers brushed your nipples before pinching them, hard, letting out a pitiful moan at the sensation.

"They've been hard since you called me a slut."

"I should have known you'd get off on that," he growled. "So easy to please. Guess you don't need as much foreplay then, do you? Why don't you move your hands a little lower, over your stomach, to the waistband of your panties... don't you dare move under the fabric yet. I need you to tease yourself for me."

You hated the idea of going slow. Every inch of your body seemed to be on fire, all nerves on high alert. Every little movement of your hips reminded you of how wet you were getting. You didn't need to see or feel to know you were staining your underwear. If you'd been alone, your fingers would already be deep in your cunt, searching for relief, not wasting any time on teasing or foreplay, but Ethan had other plans for you. Who were you to deny him.

"You already got off like a whore the last time we were on the phone, don't think you're getting away with it that easily this time. You're going to go slow, and you're going to do it until you're a begging, sobbing mess for me, understood?"

"Yes, Ethan, please, anything."

With anyone else you would have been embarrassed at the state he had already reduced you to. But not with him, never with him.

"Trace along your pussy over your underwear, cucciola, have you soaked through already?"

The yes leaving your mouth was barely more than a whisper. You weren't lying. Through the fabric beneath your fingers, you could easily feel your wetness, saturating your panties enough to get the tips of your fingers sticky.

"Of course you have. Bet you wish I was there to take them off you. Keep moving your hand while I talk but don't touch yourself yet. I'd tie you to the bed just to make sure you would behave because so far I'm not sure of that yet. I'd go down your body, taking in every inch of you, leaving kisses and bites. I bet you'd love to be marked by me, wouldn't you, amore? Making your whole body mine. Because that's what you are. Mine. I'd be taking those panties off you, pulling them down your legs, slowly, slowly. Do it now. Don't hurry, keep teasing yourself."

You had never been so happy to get rid of your underwear before in your life. Trying to adhere to his rules, you slipped the item over your thighs, knees, calves, until it dropped to the floor at the end of the bed, before lying back down. He hadn't instructed you further, and you'd be damned to do anything without his permission. You knew he couldn't see, but the hold he had was strong enough that you wouldn't dare disobey.

"Fingers on your thighs now, softly enough that you can feel the goosebumps on your skin. Upwards, further, cucciola."

You gasped loudly as your hands found themselves between your legs, fingers softly touching your folds, already on fire, but Ethan was less than impressed.

"Stop."

You let go immediately, hands back to your thighs in unquestioned obedience.

"Did I tell you to touch your pussy, whore?"

"No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't, what?"

"No, you didn't, sir."

"Good girl. You might be a little slut, but you learn quickly. You can touch yourself now, but be aware that I'll have to punish you for real if you make another mistake like that."

You didn't answer him, instead taking his permission to finally let your fingers sink between your labia, feeling the warm wetness engulfing them immediately. You were severely lacking stimulation in the important spots, but the relief of getting your hands on your pussy at all was big enough to have you sighing and moaning.

"Tell me how wet you are."

"I'm so wet for you, sir. It's everywhere, I'm soaked, I can feel it dripping down my thigh and onto the bed."

The satisfied groan he let out, coupled with another noise that had grown a little familiar already, convinced you that you weren't the only one touching yourself at that moment. Images of him once again filled your brain, reminiscent of that last phone call, only this time both of you were well aware of what the other was doing and it had you even more breathless. Knowing that you were turning him on - not just the thought of you, but the way he was telling you what to do, probably imagining what you would look like right then and there, listening to your pitiful answers - had you squirming on the bed.

"Good, you're doing so well for me," he groaned, obviously affected. "Push a finger in, just one, and no touching your clit."

It wasn't nearly enough. Normally, you'd start easy, a single finger enough until you relaxed further, but tonight, with Ethan on the phone, you were so turned on that it barely provided you with any satisfaction.

"Please, sir, please, I need more."

You sounded pathetic, really, but while the idea of presenting like that in daily life made you shudder, you fully let yourself fall and enjoy this role in bed. It was igniting something in you that you'd never fully explored and you were oh so willing to learn.

"Are you that desperate? To already need more? I should have known you were a dirty slut. Come on then, prove me right, get another finger in."

You didn't hesitate in letting another finger join, welcoming the slight stretch, even though the only thing really on your mind was the idea of replacing your digits with his dick. You'd seen it once before, briefly, that time you caught him in the shower by accident, but the image had burned itself into your brain. Having him on the phone now, unquestionably touching himself, you wondered what he looked like now, hard with need and desire, twitching in his hand. The thought made your mouth water. Whatever this was, whatever you were currently doing, it better end up with him naked in your bed as soon as he returned from his band-related commitments. You had never craved anything more.

"How's that then, baby, still desperate for more?"

"Uh-huh," you whimpered, moving your fingers, wishing they were his at least, going faster than he would allow you if he could see, but you tried to keep your voice level. "Wish I could have you."

"Is that what you're doing? Fantasising about my dick? How I'd be pushing into you? You'd probably love to ride me, just bouncing on my cock. Well, it sounds like you need a little more than your fingers right now... Go get something from your nightstand. Don't think I don't know what you keep in there, you regularly forget to close the drawers when I'm over. One could think you were doing it on purpose."

"I- I wasn't, I..."

"You sure about that, you little slut? You were probably doing it subconsciously too, just desperate to let me know. I've seen that pink dildo. You know it won't quite compare to me, but it'll have to do for now."

You almost fell off the bed in your urgency to grab the toy as instructed. You didn't have the capacity to think about what he had seen in your room, what else had been unknowingly on display while he had been around. All you wanted was to follow his orders and be his good little slut. You'd be anything for him right now.

"Tell me what to do, sir," you breathed down the phone, holding the dildo and awaiting further instructions, not wanting to make a single move without his approval.

"Give it a lick, prepare it nicely like you would my cock," he groaned. "And make sure I can hear you when you start sucking on it like the slut you are."

You moved closer to the phone lying next to you in bed, not wanting Ethan to miss a single one of your moves. A lick, maybe two, then greediness took over and had you swallow the tip of what you wished was his dick instead. Noisily sucking it as you pushed more and more of it into your mouth, you freely let the saliva drop from your lips, hoping to make the experience as audible as possible. It didn't take long for you to start bobbing your head, almost choking around the dildo as it hit your throat, finding it harder and harder not to grind against the sheets to get some friction.

"You're loving this, aren't you? Making a mess out of yourself, gagging on a cock that isn't even real. Bet you look gorgeous with spit and tears running down your face." A low groan interrupted his speech briefly, shaky breathing letting you know he was trying hard to hold off. "Why don't you take that out of your mouth and start fucking yourself with it instead?"

"How do you want me?"

"On your back, legs spread, imagining it's me taking you hard."

With a loud and desperate moan at his words, you took the desired position, barely taking a moment to settle before letting the wettened dildo drag down your body and between your legs. You didn't wait for any further explicit instruction, slowly losing your mind with want and need, a fire burning deep inside you, the ultimate craving for relief overpowering you, as you slowly but steadily pushed it inside, moaning heavily at the welcome intrusion, stretching you so much better than your fingers ever could.

"How does it feel, is it everything you need?" His voice was becoming more strained by the minute, noises getting louder before stopping completely and then starting the same cycle again. You imagined him desperately holding onto his dick, tightly enough to avoid coming just yet, biting his lip to the point of blood, slow movements once he deemed them safe, gorgeous hands enveloping his large cock.

"Wish it was you," you sighed as you moved the toy carefully. "Wish it was your cock inside of me, would be so much better, would-" A heavy moan interrupted as you hit your g-spot. "Need your body on me, your hard thrusts, need to dig my nails into your back."

"Fuck yourself harder." He barely seemed to be holding it together now, so close to his own orgasm, arousal prominent in his voice. "Touch your clit, and don't you dare hold back when you come."

It didn't take much more. Roughly moving the dildo into you, you let your other hand travel down until you reached your clit. Where you normally prepared a harder touch, you only needed the slightest stroke across it, and suddenly it all came crashing down on you. Hot, white heat took over your body as you came, shouting his name, clenching your thighs, body stilling as the pleasure washed over you. You barely perceived anything outside of your physical sensations, but then, clear as day, you heard Ethan through the phone, coming with an unrestrained groan, so infatuating and gorgeous.

Neither of you spoke for a while as you slowly came down, breathing still wrecking your chest, a sheen of sweat covering your body. Pulling the dildo out, you winced ever so slightly, but it seemed to be enough to pull Ethan back to earth as well.

"Are you okay?"

His voice was so different now, removed from all dominance and orders, but soft and quiet - you barely recognised it all of a sudden.

"I'm very okay, Ethan."

"Are you sure? I didn't want to go too hard or use any words you weren't comfortable with but-"

"Ethan," you couldn't stop yourself from interrupting. "It was perfect. I didn't know how much I needed that but I haven't come that hard in a while, so apparently, I did."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he chuckled, relief in his voice. "Hope I can live up to it in real life. If you want me to, that is."

"I'd love to. When are you back home? I might need to see you immediately."

"Three days, baby. Three days and I'm all yours. Then we can talk about everything. I'm not sure if there's a way back from this, but I also don't think any of us really want one, do we?"

"Definitely not," you giggled. "Only forward, please. Wherever that takes us."

***

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Hello!!! When your request is open again, can I request the brothers react to mc who lost all of their siblings. Like, mc had worse fate than the brothers. I love your masterlist btw, they're awesome! Your writing is well captured and impactful. I hope your doing great there 😸

Oh dear, this is gonna hurt. It's so unfortunate and yet somehow this would make perfect sense for MC to fit right in this family. Thank you for your kindness and the beautiful ask. I combined it with a Christmas theme cause tis almost the season.

You woke up sweating even on the coldest night in Devildom. The nightmares never left you behind.

The fire, the smell of burning pine leaves and tinsel, the screaming, the last time you held hands with any of them before the whole house exploded. You should have never used the fire place while dad was out for presents. You should have waited till mom came home with the cake.

Christmas wasn't supposed to bring bad memories. But it did. It always did. The sole survivor of seven siblings - everyone called it a miracle. And for you, it was a curse.

The brothers were trying to set up the perfect Christmas party for you when Barbatos was the one who told the brothers about it. They listened with heavy hearts and teary eyes. Like if Lilith survived and lost all her brothers to the war.

Lucifer

Lucifer noticed how you always stayed far away from the common room. He looked at the fireplace and it all made sense now.

He put out the fire and covered up the place. Solomon had told him about electric heaters as an alternative. He made sure he arranged it all before you woke up on the morning of Christmas Eve.

"Good morning, MC. Meet me after breakfast, if you don't mind."

You entered his room suprised. A familiar song played in his room. You'd danced to this with your eldest brother every Christmas.

"Would you like to join me, MC? I'm feeling terribly stiff after sitting too long." He held out his hand. You took it almost involuntarily as he spun you around his room.

"Lucifer, you don't have just for my sake-" You started.

"I used to dance like this with Lilith. You don't mind indulging for me a bit, do you?" He smiled warmly as he took you for another spin. You nodded and closed your eyes, reliving your own memories.

Mammon

Mammon was determined to take your mind off the day somehow. Keep you busy. Keep you distracted. Do something new. Do anything to replace your bad memories.

Calling out to you urgently from his room. "Psst psst, MC here!" He said through his half opened door.

You nodded okay and got pulled in by him. He looked panicked. "I can't leave my damn room. It seems everyone is out to get me to pay my debts today! All at once!"

The most believable lie that you break out into a smile. He really never learnt did he? Just like your second oldest brother, he was always up and running from trouble and running to you for help.

"Then your room isn't the best option is it?" You said, shaking your head.

"Oh shit, ya got that right!" Mammon grabbed two coats and draped one over you. "Hurry let's drive far away! I know a good hiding spot!"

You looked outside the frosted windows, Devildom was just a blurs of colors passing by. It was beautiful. And for a few fleeting moments, you forgot anything bad ever happened to you.

Leviathan

Levi was going to make you feel better no matter what. Even if he had to push himself far out of his comfort zone. He was going to take you OUTSIDE.

"MC! You're here!" He exclaimed as if he didn't bombard you with texts and stickers asking you to come. His arm shuddered as you took it.

"You didn't wear a scarf, MC? Here have mine." He almost took off his, when you held his hand, draped only half around you.

"This will be enough, Levi." You smiled at him. He nervously nodded and walked ahead with you.

He was like your third oldest brother who only went out of his room once a year for you to see the lights and take a picture with any Santa on the street.

"Look MC, someone's cosplaying Azumaki! That's your favorite character, right? Go stand next to her! I'll click a picture!" Levi exclaimed, as he pushed you forward.

You smiled fondly before pulling him in. "How about a picture of both of us instead?" You wished you could have said to the brother you lost. But looking at Levi's flushed happy face, you could guess how he'd react.

Satan

Satan was prepping for this day for a while. His bed was stacked with Devildom holiday classic films and books and he was more than excited to share them with you.

"If you're not preoccupied, would you like to join me, MC?" He called out gently through your door. You opened the door and followed him to his room.

You could almost mistake him for your fourth oldest brother. Gentle, considerate and always telling you Christmas stories as a ritual.

His room was a tight fit. New stacks of books and CDs, a projector he'd borrowed and set up and a blanket fort he'd made. But it was that much cozier.

"So this story is my favourite. A legend of two cats who were lost across town but finally found each other under that particular tree and this place actually exists, remind me to take you there someday."

Satan loved explaining films he'd watched and you hadn't. You were so familiar with this, you felt your heart grow warmer.

"I hope I'm not imposing cause I seem to be having too much fun-" He said sheepishly.

"I'd be really upset if you'd stopped in the middle of the best story so far! Now reveal who the star thief is!" You insisted.

Asmodeus

Asmo had turned his room into the prettiest Karaoke room you could have ever seen. He got all the right casettes he was sure. All the songs you both loved.

"MC! I have a suprise for you! You're gonna love me for this! I know you already do, but still!" Asmo said, pulling you out of your room and rushing down the stairs.

You laughed and followed along, trying not to trip. You walked into his room to see what a marvelous job he'd done. The rest of the brothers sat on his bed, clapping and cheering as Asmo took the mic.

"Dearest fans, the moment you've been waiting for - my co-performer is here! So let's get started with some classic Devildom duets!" Asmo said, throwing his arms around you. Everyone rolled their eyes.

You smiled remembering how you and the fifth oldest sibling used to put out performances for your family. Singing, dancing and laughter - you seemed to be lost in it all over again. Like nothing ever changed.

Everyone took turns on the mic with you but Asmo hogged most of it. You don't know how long you kept going but it seemed like you could do this forever.

Beelzebub and Belphie

Beel and Belphie teamed up for this one. They were focused on the simplest pleasures they shared with humans. Hearty food and a good night's sleep.

"MC, Lucifer ordered us to make the Christmas cake, but I keep falling asleep and Beel keeps eating the cake batter. Can you keep an eye on us?" Belphie called you to the kitchen.

You remembered making a mess of the kitchen with the twin siblings you had. And how they still insisted on trying every year. It's why mom had always bought an extra cake as a back up.

"Hahhaa look MC! Belphie fell asleep on the chocolate moulds again! There's stars and smileys on your face!" Beel laughed and pointed as you tried to hold in your giggles.

"Oh please, MC. There's more frosting stuck on Beel's face than there is on the whole cake! Laugh at that instead!" Belphie pointed while you laughed again.

"Guys, at this rate we'll never finish the cake! We only did two layers so far! We need three more!" You reminded them.

Turns out Barabtos and Luke had also sent them a cake as a gift. Belphie groaned over wasted effort while Belphie almost pounced on the cake.

That night you three fell asleep in the kitchen, leaning on top of each other, exhausted with the clean up.

Belphie softly whispered a spell into your ear that turns your nightmares into your best memories. And Beel covered all three of you in a blanket, tucking you in warm and snuggly.

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Their Daughter

Authors Note: I swear I posted this before, but I can’t find it anywhere on my account so I’m thinking Tumblr deleted it. I did add a little onto the end if this part so if you have read I would advise to read it again. Please don’t copy to other sites.

Warnings: yelling, crying, uhhhhh

The week and a half at Malfoy Manor passed way too fast for Ali’s liking. In all honesty, she wasn’t looking forward to spending the rest of her summer with the Weasley bunch and Potter. School started in three weeks as it was and she knew that she would be seeing plenty of them there, and spending even more time with them made her want to vomit. She felt like she was able to breathe when she was with the Malfoys. She missed her Uncles but spending so much time with Narcissa and her friends helped take her mind off of everything.

After their first trip to Diagon Alley, they want another time just Narcissa and Ali to spend some quality time together and that’s how Ali was ending up with a trunk so full she and Draco had to sit on it to close it, her friends were around the Manor a lot more. Pansy, Theo, and Blaise had stayed the night after their families had dinner together meaning that they all slept in the living room after talking late into the night. Ali was woken up by her aunt shaking her awake, telling her that if she wanted Blaise to stay breathing she needed to move. Somehow that night the two had ended up right beside each other with Ali’s head on Blaise's right arm while his left was under his head. This was something that Draco now used to blackmail Ali into doing things he didn’t want to do since he knew his father would murder any boy that so much looked at Ali.

Ali sighed before calling the house-elf to take her trunk downstairs. Doing a quick once over of her royal blue bedroom she grabbed her wand before making her way down the stairs. She left to go back home today and as excited as she was to see Regulus and Remus, the knot forming in her stomach at seeing Sirius made her ill. Her confidence had grown some after talking with Narcissa about what was going on at home. Cissa assured her that Sirius was just being Sirius and not seeing the hurt he was inflicting. Ali wanted to believe her aunt's words that he would come around more when he knew that the Malfoys were not a threat. She had made sure Ali knew that she was just as good if not better than the Potter boy because she didn’t judge anyone no matter their house. Draco was livid when he found out what was happening between Sirius and Ali, blaming it all on Potter for being the snake that he feared Draco was so much. Draco had made her swear that if Harry or anyone said anything to make her upset that she would write Draco right away and he would be there in a heartbeat.

“I knew that dress would look stunning on you,” Narcissa stood as Ali entered the living room. Ali smiled at her aunt as she kissed her on the cheek. She did a little spin when Narcissa motioned her to do so causing the dark blue dress to flare out at the bottom right above her knees. Cissa had insisted she bought it even if it wasn’t something Ali would have normally worn. She had paired it with her favorite white combat boots and black tights making the little white spots on the sleeves stand out even more. Narcissa hugged Ali once more, and Ali knew she didn’t want to send her back to Grimmauld Place, but school started soon and Ali wanted to spend some more time with Regulus and get her stuff ready. “We are going to miss you so don’t forget to write, and we will see you at the train station.”

Ali nodded, hugging her aunt close before moving onto Lucius who kissed her cheek wishing her good luck at home and to write if she needed anything. Draco was last, he tried to act indifferent, but Ali knew he didn’t want her to leave. She stuck her hand out causing him to roll his eyes before pulling her into a hug. Draco had grown quite a bit the last couple of years making Ali eye level with his shoulder. “Write to me the minute something goes wrong, and I’ll be there to save you. Potter be damned.”

Ali giggled, “Of course, Dray. Behave for mother, and make sure if you see our friends that you tell them I’ll see them soon.”

Ali grabbed her trunk while Lucius called for Winks the house-elf to come apparate Ali back home. She gave her extended family one last smile before grabbing Winks's hand. They landed across the street of Grimmauld Place, Ali gave Winks a bar of chocolate out of her pocket before bidding goodbye. She walked in the door hearing noise coming from the living room and dining area. It was just after lunch so she assumed everyone was still hanging out there. She debated going straight to her room first but decided not to. She pulled her trunk behind her till she reached the dining room. There everyone was, immediately Ali wished she was back at the Manor where it was peaceful and she wasn’t getting stared at like she was right now. She pulled down the sleeves on her dress a little more not noticing how big of a mistake that was.

She saw Regulus standing in the corner, he smiled at her. Regulus was happy that Ali got to stay away for a little bit. He was able to give Sirius a piece of his mind, which happened often, without Ali overhearing. Screaming matches could be heard coming from the study more often than not after someone made rude comments about Ali or her friends. Sirius still had acted like Ali was staying with the Dark Lord himself instead of family and it had pushed Regulus to the edge more than once. Regulus knew that Remus was on the same page as him, he was over the comments from Sirius. Regulus had noticed that Harry didn’t say anything bad about her or Slytherins if Remus was present. He had taken a liking to the oldest two Weasleys and Fleur, they were nice to Ali and Fleur often defended her by saying kind things. Regulus knew that Fleur stuck out in the Weasley family, he had seen the looks some of the younger ones would give her. He felt bad for her and often tried to make sure she felt comfortable, much like he knew she did for Ali.

Ali hugged her uncle tight, she had missed the safety feeling that came from burying herself in his chest. Remus was quick to join the two, squeezing Ali to him before kissing her head. Ali quickly tucked herself back into Regulus' side. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, “How was it? Did you have fun?”

Ali smiled at him and Remus, “I did. Pansy, Blaise, and Theo stayed over after we had dinner with their families. Cissa took me shopping, twice mind you. Draco almost made the house explode with some potion he was trying to make to dye Theos hair. It was supposed to change with his mood, but instead, it ended up all over the ceiling. Aunt Cissa didn’t stop yelling at him for an hour,” She laughed at the memory of Draco’s face while his mother yelled that he had ruined her ceiling. “Um, what else?” She knew Regulus wanted to know exactly what she did. He was always interested in her life often making her tell stories from school in detail. She was never allowed to leave with just a generic ‘fine’ that some teenagers got away with. “Oh Lucius took us to Hogsmede, claiming that it was to get Cissa some sugar quills, but the number of chocolate frogs said differently. Oh, Cissa told me to tell you that she ordered me new school robes and that you needed to pick them up or she could bring them to the station.”

“You didn’t tell me you needed robes?” Regulus raised his eyebrow, surely she would have told him if she needed something like that.

“Oh I don’t, but Draco did since he grew again and Cissa said I should just get some so I have extras. I-”

“Why don’t you just brag some more,” an icy voice cut her off. Ali looked to see Sirius standing behind Harry with his hands on his shoulders. She hadn’t noticed him when she came in so she was wondering what all he had heard. She wasn’t bragging about anything. She knew the Weasley’s had financial problems, but this was her home. She was allowed to talk about things she did with her Aunts even if it was out spending an obscene amount of money.

“I-I wasn’t bragging,” Ali stuttered, “I just was telling Uncle Regulus what I-I had done.”

“Oh yeah right. You had fun, right? That’s good,” Sirius walked around the table towards Ali who naturally stepped closer to Regulus. Her uncle tensed when he saw that Ali was scared of his brother. “So why are you wearing long sleeves? It’s like 80 degrees out. You must be warm in them.”

“Sirius,” Remus’s tone was a warning. He knew what Sirius was thinking, but he had hope that Sirius knew not to do it.

Sirius ignored Remus continuing to walk towards his brother and daughter. “You decided that you wanted to match Regulus too? Spend some time with the Dark Lord the past couple of weeks?”

“Sirius you stop this instant she didn’t do anything,” Molly spoke up for the girl while pushing the other children out of the room. She tried to get Harry to leave but gave up after he insisted he stayed where he was.

“No, Molly, cause you to see Regulus was her age when he got the mark. And I’m starting to wonder if Ali doesn't have it as well. Spies the both of them. Playing the part of perfect uncle and niece. Show me your arm, Alianova.”

Ali stayed where she was, not moving an inch. She felt her breath pick up as Sirius walked closer. “Ali, I said show me your arm.” She shook her head no. She didn’t have anything to hide, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of listening to him. He hadn’t earned her trust or respect at this point. Sirius reached out and grabbed Ali’s arm. That was when all Hell broke out.

Sirius had enough time to push her sleeve up before he was shoved back by Regulus. Ali cried out when Sirius’s nails dug into her skin hard enough to bleed. Remus grabbed Sirius, pulling him back while he stared in shock at Ali who had tears streaming down her cheek staring at him in disbelief.

Regulus lunged at Sirius only to be held back by Bill Weasley, “Stop. Stop, Regulus. Ali needs you. Go.” He lightly pushed Regulus back towards Ali. Regulus felt this heart crack in his chest when he saw that Ali sitting on the floor holding her arm to her chest. Her tears dripping down her chin as she watched Remus pace in front of Sirius who was still looking at her.

Regulus knelt beside Ali gently pulling her arm to him revealing the four scratch marks on the pale flesh. Each had drops of blood running down the sides. Regulus grabbed the tea towel off the counter-pressing it to the wound. Ali leaned into his shoulder letting her tears catch on the fabric of his shirt. She was trembling from the shock that someone who was supposed to love her could hurt her like this. She had always known of the Black Temper; it was famous really. But even when she saw her grandmother and Regulus angry, they had never hurt her. Sirius was her father; it was his job to protect her was it not? She understood that he never wanted her, she was a mistake. Ali had come to terms when that a long time ago, but for him to actively hurt her shook her to her core. Ali was focused on Regulus, but from the corner of her eye, she could see Remus shaking with rage at Sirius. Regulus cupped her cheeks in his hands wiping away her falling tears. “Are you okay?”

She numbly nodded at her uncle. “Ali, I am so sorry-”

“NO,” The venom in Ali’s voice shocked those that were in the room as she stood with Regulus’s help. “No. You don’t get to apologize. You knew what you were doing and you didn’t care! You never have. And never will. I get it okay?” Ali walked towards Sirius so she was a couple of feet in front of him, but near the stairs to make her exit if she couldn't handle it anymore. “I know that I wasn’t planned or wanted. I know that I’m not Harry Bloody Potter, but you know what I am? I’m YOUR daughter. That doesn’t matter, does it? You don’t care that it's your job to raise me and protect me and love me. You never did it. I have no memories of you. Not one. My uncles told me how good of a parent you were when I was little, but I don’t believe that anymore. Hell, if someone told me you put me in a room and left me there it would be more believable.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose letting out a sigh. She never stood up to people much, but she was sick and tired of Sirius thinking he could act like this towards her. “I used to look up to you. I never listened to the bad things people said because I thought you were good. I wanted to make you proud of me even if I never got to meet you. Then you got out. But instead of coming for your flesh and blood, you came for him,” She flung her arm in Harry’s general direction. “You were never there for me. That’s fine too. Wanna know why? Because I have people who are always there for me. People who love me unconditionally, and make me see that I am enough. Do you know who those people are? A big chunk of them is the Malfoys. I had a lot of fun staying with them, but one of my favorite parts was when Lucius told me that even if you didn’t see how great of a daughter I was that he and Regulus did. The Lucius Malfoy made ME feel better because you treat me like rubbish.”

Ali walked closer to Sirius. The only noise in the room was coming from her, and if she stopped talking a pin dropping could be heard. Regulus was stunned by her outburst but knew deep down that it was coming. Sirius had pushed her too far, and once Ali was done it was going to take a lot more than Bill Weasley to hold him back. “I have never called anyone else ‘Dad’, but now I regret it. Regulus is more of my father than you could ever be. I hope you have fun with your son.” She spat looking Sirius in the eye before turning on her heel fleeing up the stairs. Tears fell again as she shut and locked her door behind her, sliding down the other side of it. Even if what she said was true it didn’t mean that it hurt any less knowing that Sirius would never choose her.

Downstairs Regulus was fuming. He was shocked that Ali called him ‘dad’ even if he had wanted that for as long as he could remember. But the other part of him wanted to break Sirius in half. He felt the rage coming back from when he was a child. He felt the urge to kill but knew that he wouldn’t. He couldn’t think of himself, he had too much at stake. He hadn’t been able to think of himself for the last fifteen years. Sirius had done a lot of messed up things in his life, but this took the cake. Regulus forgave him a long time ago for him leaving, and for the bullying that he did to Regulus through school, but this was unforgivable. Ali was a child who didn’t understand why she wasn’t good enough or why her father was hell-bent on her being on the side with the Dark Lord when she was the furthest away from him.

Regulus stood brushing off his hands on his pants before stalking towards Sirius how a predator stalks its prey. He saw Bill and Arthur move forward a few inches more than likely ready to intervene if needed. Remus’s eyes had a little more green in them than normal probably due to the rage he was feeling and the fact that the full moon was less than a week away. It was honestly shocking that Remus hadn’t thrown Sirius into the wall yet. Regulus stopped when he was toe to toe with his brother.

“How dare you do what you just did to her! She is a child, Sirius. She is supposed to be your child,” Regulus’s voice was eerily calm when he spoke making the hairs on Remus’s neck stand from the amount of venom present. “Frankly I have no idea how she is half you. All she wanted to do was get away from all the stress that has come from living here the past couple of months. She has been a shell of herself since you came back really, but when she came through those doors I saw her coming back to herself. That couldn’t happen though, could it? Had to accuse her of having the Dark Mark, which she didn’t, but when she refused to show you because she doesn’t owe you anything you hurt her. You made her bleed. She is your daughter and you made her bleed. Do us all a favor and leave her alone. I opened this home to you and the Order because it was the right thing to do. Ali agreed that she wanted to help, but this can’t keep happening. I can’t put her at risk anymore. So leave her alone and if she sheds another tear because of you then you will leave.”

Sirius stood stunned. His younger brother hadn’t stood up for himself even when they were children. That was the most he had heard Regulus talk in his life. He felt bad that he had hurt Ali, he never meant to, but he has to protect Harry and the Order. He doesn’t trust the Malfoys and Ali had been there. How was he to know that she didn’t have the Mark? All she had to do was show her arm. Simple really. He glanced around the room as Regulus walked away not waiting for his response. Sirius knew that Regulus meant what he had said. Molly had started cleaning up the kitchen with a sad look in her eyes, while Arthur and Bill had left the room. Remus met his eyes but shook his head at him disappointed. “Come on, Harry. I need a walk.”

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Ali wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting on the floor of her room. It was quiet downstairs which was concerning, but she didn’t think much of it. Hopefully Regulus hadn’t killed Sirius, but if he did she wouldn’t blame him. She had cried herself numb. She didn’t have any tears left, her throat was scratchy from the sobs. Part of her wanted to go back to Malfoy Manor where she was safe and welcomed, but the other part of her wanted to find her uncle and have him read to her like he did when she was a child.

A knock at her door pulled her from her musings. “Al? Open the door darling. It’s just me.” Regulus’s voice came from the other side.

Very slowly Ali stood up leaning onto the table by the door for support. She turned the lock and instantly Regulus opened the door. He kissed her forehead before leading her to her bed. Ali had yet to change out of her dress, but she didn’t really care. Regulus snagged the blanket off the foot of her bed before gently pushing her down into it and covering them both with the blue and silver blanket. Ali positioned herself with her head on Regulus' shoulder. Exhaustion weighing down heavy on her. Even though it was early she could feel her eyes droop as he carded a hand through her hair. “Thank you, dad. For loving me.”

Regulus’s heart swelled and broke with those words, but he didn’t get a chance to respond before her soft snores filled the room.

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Regulus wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he stroked his niece's hair. He was mad at his brother for basically throwing away the only good thing that had ever come from the Black family. Sirius was too blinded by the past to see what was right in front of him. As children, Sirius often told Regulus that he was their family's favorite and that it bothered him, but if he knew what it was like to be less loved then how can he love Harry more than Ali? He understood that Harry was Sirius's Godson, but couldn’t he love Ali and Harry equally. If Sirius made the effort maybe Ali and the other children could even be friends. His heart ached from the emotional battle that Ali was going through right now. Even if Sirius didn’t see it, he and Remus did. Ali’s light was dimmer than before and just when she was lighting up again Sirius snuffed it out.

Carefully sliding out from under Ali and placing a pillow under her head Regulus left the room. He shut the door behind him casting a locking spell so she wouldn’t be bothered. He needed to speak with Remus first before doing anything. They needed to decide what to do about Ali. As much as Regulus wanted to spend time with her before she went back to school he didn’t want her to be this upset anymore. He walked into the study to find Remus and Nymphadora sitting near the fireplace.

“How is she?” Nymphadora blurted the question as soon as she saw her cousin. Remus had owled her after Ali had gone to her room. The older sister in her wanted to go up to Sirius and give him a piece of her mind, but she knew that it wouldn’t do any good.

“She’s asleep for now. All the fighting has exhausted her. I honestly don’t know what to do. I want her here this is her home, but if Sirius doesn’t stop acting like the brut that he is it is going to hurt her more. Speaking of Sirius, where is he? It’s quiet.” Regulus flopped down on the chair across from Remus and Nymphadora raking a hand through his hair. His worry for Ali was causing him a headache. On one hand, he wanted to send Ali to stay at the Malfoy Manor for the remainder of summer, but on the other, he wanted to hold her close and have her stay in her home where she belonged.

“Sirius left with Harry after you went upstairs. He hasn’t been home since. The Weasleys stepped out to Diagonal Ally to get the kids stuff for school.” Remus replied. He was secretly thankful that the house was mainly empty. This way at least Ali could come down if she felt like it without the chance of someone bothering her. Remus was having the same thoughts as Regulus about keeping Ali at home virus's sending her to the Manor. HE just wanted his niece happy. The hope that he had of Airius and Ali having the father/daughter relationship was gone. If only Remus could get Sirius to open his eyes to the pain he was causing to the girl, but Sirius was nothing if not stubborn.

“I think I am going to write Cissa and see if she can keep Ali for the rest of summer. If that’s what it takes for her to be happy no healthy then so be it. We can see her off at the -“

“I don’t want to leave,” Ali’s voice interrupted. “I want to stay here with you. Please don’t make me leave. I can handle it, I promise.”

Ali knew that she and regulus were going to have to talks about the fact that she called him dad, but that was a private conversation. Right now she needed to convince the adults in the room that she didn’t need to leave. She could take Sirius. Yes the words that he had said hurt her and the actions he did tonight furthered that hurt in her heart, but she was done. She didn’t owe him anything, and it was clear she knew that he didn’t want to be her father. She had meant what she said to regulus. He was her father in all the ways that counted. He loved her unconditionally, was always there for her, and protected her.

She went and sat on the couch in between Nymphadora and Remus who wrapped an arm around her pulling her close to his chest. “It might be best if you went and stayed for the rest of the summer at the Manor, Al. This isn’t good for you mentally. We all can see how drained you are.”

“No, this is my home. I can handle it. I have you all plus the older Weasleys and Fleur. You all protect me and if I need to get away for a little bit I’ll owl Blaise or Draco to go to Diagonal Ally or something. I want to spend time with you. Times are hard right now and you never know when you are going to lose someone and I would like to have as much time with each of you just in case.”

Regulus leaned forward taking Ali’s hand in his, “nothing, and I mean nothing is going to happen to us. I love you more than you could ever imagine and if you want to stay here you can.” Ali smiles brightly at that before Regukus cut her off, “but you have to tell me, Remus, or Severus, if anything happens. And you have to come out of your room. I am not having you locking yourself away again. Got it?”

Ali pounced on Regulus hugging his neck tight. She was excited to spend some more time with her family. She had meant what she said about never knowing when something was going to happen. Wizards had been disappearing all over London and she was genuinely scared something was going to happen to her loved ones. She was going to make it a point to take plenty of photos and make enough memories to last a lifetime the next couple of weeks.

Regulus held his niece tight, fighting back the tears when she whispered, “Thanks, Dad,” into his ear. He had been called a lot of things in his life, but this was one title he was going to wear proudly.

Remus’s voice interrupted the moment, “wait for a second, why are you going to owl Blaise? We have an agreement young lady no boys till your thirty!”

Ali’s giggle was music to those in the room with her, and for the first time that summer they all saw Ali smile at home the brightest she had since everyone arrived.

[fictional-men-ruin-lives]

Weakness (Fives x GN!Jedi!Reader)

Self-indulgent fic inspired by almost having an anxiety attack at work.

TW: angst, hurt/comfort, some description of injuries, anxiety/panic attack

Words: 2.2k

Note: cursive= reader’s thoughts

If it seems chaotic, good, that was on purpose

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To say the mission wasn’t going as planned was an understatement.

To start off, your transport was shot down, landing you way too off course from the objective, too close to the enemy. The clanking of droids could be heard from where you were, of course if anything could be heard over the screaming of troopers injured and still trapped within the burning vessel, shots being fired, and commands screamed by the ARC troopers. You had to act quickly if you were to save any of the trapped men- the ship could explode any minute now, fire being way too close to the fuel tanks.

“Jesse, head count! Fives, take a couple men and help those inside once I get it open! Rest- covering fire!” You screamed the orders as you cut some of the metal parts with the lightsaber. It took all your focus to lift and hold them so that the whole structure wouldn’t collapse, making a way for the others to get inside and take out as many men as possible. They were doing it too slowly, the fire swallowing each part of the ship faster and faster, surrounding you in waves of smoke. The intensifying sounds of blasters and yelling were of no help.

“General, everyone’s out!” Fives screamed while dragging out the last now unconscious trooper. Just as they stepped out, you let the parts of the ship fall. You haven’t even realized how much smoke you inhaled, too busy Normally you would have needed a moment to stabilize yourself again after this much forced focus but now there was no time. Your men were screaming status reports through the comms, informing that the enemy battalion is approaching fast. There was not enough time for everything that needed to be done.

“Kix, get the wounded to the back, see if you can find some cover and call for extraction!” you looked towards the medic, he nodded, letting you know he heard the order. He proceeded to call some men and give orders; you could come back to the current situation.

“Okay, okay.” You whispered to yourself.” Status report!”

“Three units are closing in from North, another five are two clicks from here, east!” someone responded.

That was not good. Not good at all.

You looked around frantically, quickly thinking of a plan. Your squad was small, the mission was supposed to be focusing on infiltration, not direct combat. Now that around fourth of your men were either wounded or taking care of the wounded, there was no way you’d be able to slip through to the target location.

It was questionable if you’d even make it out alive at this point.

You were looking around frantically, trying to finally assess where you were and if there were any advantages to the terrain. Kix almost had everyone behind a huge rock formation looking like a basin, enough place to land another small ship. They were covered from the sight. To the sides were small hills, with more rocks that you’d need to climb. The path to the left was open but there was a river flowing there, from the looks of it the current was quite strong. The droid units were closing in on you at the front and you could already spot the first ones on the rocky hills to the right.

Constantly looking to the sides, you were trying to quickly come up with a plan. Your mind was working full speed.

“General, give orders!” your commlink echoed and brought you back to reality.

You had no idea. It was all too fast, too much. If you just had some more time to breathe, if only you could stop for a moment.

You started to feel a tightness in your chest, as if a weight to settling in and growing with each minute. No, no, no, not now.

“Jesse, take the best men and try to get across the river, go forward with the mission and get to the target point. Fives, you and the rest stay here with me and charge, we need to redirect the clankers away from the wounded and we need to get away from the ship!” your voice sounded surprisingly steady, but you could feel your head spinning.

A deep breath was all you could allow yourself to do before you had to move out.

In the meantime, Fives was glancing at you every now and then between blasting the nearest droids, knowing what’s going on. He’s seen it too many times with soldiers, either at the battlefield or after the battle. Your movements were to hectic, too unfocused as you led the men forward. He could see that your hand trembled lightly as you reached for the lightsaber, steadying it by grabbing the hilt with another hand. Everyone followed suit and went forward while Jesse and three other men split from the group and went to the commanded direction.

Just as everyone moved away, the ship exploded, sending some troopers to the ground. As you were able to focus only on one thing at once- in this case to go forward and take the attack head-on, you were completely unprepared for the explosion. The wave pushed your body forward and you lost your balance but before you landed on the ground, a strong hand gripped your arm and pulled you back to your feet in one swift motion. His presence, as much as you were physically unable to pay attention to any more things, was more calming than stressful.

You glanced back quickly, Fives now standing behind you and shooting the droids from behind you. His calmness gave you a bit of strength to further suppress that heaviness in your chest and try to take longer breaths instead of the shallow breathing.

Just a bit longer, I can manage that.

“General, we’re behind the enemy lines, should be proceed to the target or attack?”

“General, the evac is on the way, but we’re losing Havoc!”

“We don’t have a lot of ammo left; someone go forward!”

So many voices and commands and requests. And the droids were no helping with collecting your thoughts. You just prayed you’d still be able to deflect the shots and not get hurt because of the distraction.

“Jesse, forward. Kix, I will try to reach you, just give me a moment! I… well, then…”

Your voice was breaking at the last sentence. And it took all your willpower to fight your body to move as you slashed through the droids in the first lines.

Before you could collect yourself enough to give the command, you heard Fives over the comms.

“Thermal detonators, rotary two and seven, forward!”

The troopers stepped forward, firing at the unit, and taking down a huge part of it with the detonators. Now the decision was yours, either stay and help here or run back and save Havoc. Meanwhile, you had to constantly look around you to make sure none of the droids you were now in between could shoot you. Slowly, you made your way back to your men, automatically looking for Fives. His presence was grounding, even if it was decreasing the stress level by a little bit.

He nodded to you, at least it seemed like nodding considering he had his helmet on and tilted his head slightly to direct you to the back, where Kix and the wounded were. You didn’t question, trusting him, and just sped to reach the soldiers as soon as possible.

“Alright boys, till the general is back, we have to hold the position by ourselves. That’ll be fun.” His light comment didn’t ease you one bit, you knew exactly how the situation looked like and you were all desperate at this point.

You reached Kix fast, not even feeling the small rubble hitting you as the heavier canons split the ground and hills around you and made the rocks scatter in pieces. The men were laying on the ground, the medic kneeling beside one of them and just applying another bacta patch to his injuries.

It looked bad. Really bad. Havoc’s top of the armor as well as blacks were removed to show a horrible burn and a metal rod piercing his shoulder just between where the plastoid would be. There was a lot of blood.

You quickly kneeled next to Kix and closed your eyes, trying to focus and use the Force to sense what exactly needed to be done. But whatever you did, the constant shots, the screaming of a shot soldier, troops shouting and Kix telling you something that you couldn’t quite hear, all of that made it impossible. And the more you were realizing you may not be able to do it, the harder you tried to calm your racing nerves.

Come on, come on, you can do it.

But you couldn’t. The heaviness was now fully pulling your body down, your mind tried to split itself in so many different directions you couldn’t handle all of them. But if you didn’t, Havoc could die.

Your hands started shaking and despite knowing fully well that it was a fool’s errand, you tried to shut everything out. The Force was with you, you knew it, but you weren’t strong enough to direct it in the right way.

It was impossible. No, no, but you had to. You started to panic and your mind was now unable to stop, racing down the spiral.

You had no idea how much time has passed when someone grabbed your arm and lifted you from the ground, you opened your eyes and stumbled as the hand on your lower back guided you towards the open evac ship. When did it even arrive? Confused, you looked to the side and saw it was Fives guiding you in, almost all of the troopers were now on deck, the last of the wounded being taken inside as you stepped in. The doors closed and soon enough the clanking and all the sounds of battle were left behind.

You managed to reach the furthest corner of the ship to hide before your legs gave up on you. You dropped to your knees, trying to catch your breath, to just take control of your head but it was too late. Tears started to go down your face as you clutched the robe right over your heart, desperate for air. The adrenaline you were running on was gone so now it hit you all at once. Resting your head on the cold metal of the ship, you leaned on your arm placed above your head. Your whole body felt empty but so so heavy.

The appearance of a calming presence settling over you and helped you to deepen your breathing a bit, catching a bit more air.

“It’s alright.” Fives whispered to you softly as his arm went around your shoulder, slowly and delicately guiding you away from the wall and into his arms. His helmet was laying on the ground. You could feel his warm breath on the back of your head as you buried your head in between his neck and the plastoid armor, small sobs finally escaping you and allowing to gasp for air frantically. He was rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your body leaned forward, seeking warmth and comfort and Fives was holding you close as the sobs were shaking your body, being the support you needed.

“You did so well, cya’rika. We’re all okay.” He whispered to your ear and kissed your temple before his hand was put softly on the back of your head. He hugged you tighter, the protective gesture making your small frame disappear in his embrace.

You felt so vulnerable. Being a Jedi meant never losing your cool and be able to handle any situation put before you, no matter how hard or stressful. And yet here you were, struggling to control your sobs and not able to even heal your own solider due to stress.

Pathetic.

“Can you stand up?” Fives asked quietly after a while when the sobbing calmed down a bit. Nodding, you collected yourself and tried to lift yourself up, but your legs felt like jelly. Feeling that, the clone quickly adjusted his hold on you and put his arm around your waist, lifting you up a bit and then supporting you.

“Breathe with me, okay?”, you nodded again and focused just on what Fives was telling you to do, following his actions. He never let go of your waist as you did breathing exercises together for a moment, just until you were breathing normally again.

“I thought I was stronger than this.” Your quiet voice was barely audible in the sounds of the engine, but Fives caught that. He brushed some loose strands of hair from your face and swiftly put his hand on the back of your neck. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes, prompting you to close yours too. This felt oddly calming and reassuring, the intimacy of the moment brushing off all the worries and overthinking going in your head. Even combating the exhaustion after being completely overwhelmed by emotions and tiring yourself out. It felt right.

“You’re strong. But you’re also human and have all the rights to feel overwhelmed, okay? You’re never alone in this, let me carry some of the pressure, cya’rika.”

[jostepherjoestar]

* kicks in the door * Risotto, Prosciutto, Melone and Mista, Bruno, Giorno when they have to hide in a very tight place on a mission with fem member. Not too perverse, but a little, if possible ;)

Risotto, Prosciutto, Melone and Mista and Bruno having to hide in a tight place with fem!member HC’s

fem reader // suggestive (slight nsfw)

Ohohooo this one’s a good one!!! The flavour in this request? Immaculate! Also you’re getting us a new door ok? (btw I dropped Giorno from the ask since 18+ reader sorry friend)

Risotto

So much has gone amiss on this mission. Whatever could go wrong did, honestly it was the worst a hit has ever gone. Even for Risotto. It wasn’t even you guy’s fault. Your target just kept getting lucky and you two the opposite.

You were starting to get frustrated, sighing deeply whenever the target yet again evaded your attacks by just a hair. Risotto was getting antsy as well, but he had to keep his cool and focus. He finally saw and opening that would have a guaranteed hit. And oh god it did, finally your assignment was over.

Or so you thought. While leaving the building a whole parade of your target’s goons had showed up to finish you two. Time to run! Risotto was on the lead, making quick turns in alleys, jumping over obstacles like he’d been doing it all his life. You couldn’t help but be impressed and stare at his agility and the way his muscled body twisted.

In your distraction you hadn’t noticed he’d stopped in his tracks. You were headed for a fall until Risotto’s strong hand pulled you into his embrace into a small separation between buildings. Overwhelmed by the fast turn of events, being so close to your capo made your head spin. His smell was musky and woodsy but so refined.

Your head was pressed against his chest, the tightness of the split not really made to accommodate two. Both of you breathing heavy, starting to feel his large hand resting on the small of your back, holding you into him. Your capo didn’t say anything, he was still on the lookout for the goons that had been chasing you.

You didn’t mind your head having to rest on his chest but the way your legs were twisted was starting to get very uncomfortable. As you repositioned them, placing one leg in between Risotto’s, you accidentally brushed against a very sensitive spot of his. Risotto cleared his throat at the movement. “I think we’ve lost them. Are you ok?”

His voice reverberated in your ears from his closeness and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. You could only muster a “Uhu.” in response. When you finally got out of the crevice, Risotto’s hand had moved to your hip. “Sorry for pulling you all of the sudden.” he said while letting go of you. “Oh... no. Don’t worry, it was nice.” before you realised what you said your face turned red from embarrassment as you saw his dimple appear in a satisfied grin. Maybe he’ll pull you closer more often if it meant he could see your embarrassed blushy face again.

Prosciutto

The closet felt tight around you, squished between luxurious coats and your colleague. You had been at a party, masquerading as each other’s dates. The fancy gala was but a front to a highly organised trade. A lot of Passione’s high ranking members were attending, thinking your capo had sent his two representatives to pay respects.

But in actuality you’d both been there on the job. There had been some betrayals and Prosciutto and you were the cleanup crew. But you’d almost been found out. Before they could, your blond haired companion pushed you into a coat closet filled with the fanciest materials. But it was so. freaking. tight.

Because of the situation you had to wrap your arms around his neck while he held onto your waist. You could feel his hands get warmer by the minute, if it weren't for the lack of light in the tight closet you’d be sure to see his angry scowl covered in blush.

Your breasts were practically shoved into his face, feeling his nervous breaths on your mounds. You couldn’t help but notice how nervous he was getting as time went on. Even teasing him by squishing his hair buns. “Hey stop touching those. My hairspray costs more than your dress, I’ll have you know!” he barked into a whisper.

It only made you laugh silently, the movement of your body only pressing you closer. You were starting to burn up too now, more from the warmth of the coats beside you. “Do you think it’s safe to go out?” you whispered. “No, just a little longer. They like to linger. Stupid drunks.” his hushed voice tickling your chest.

As you readjusted yourself as best as you could, you swear you heard Prosciutto whimper. It was soft but you heard it. Curious and not shy to find out you moved again in the same manner as before. Your tightly spun colleague hissing in reply. “Could you not do that please? Your leg is in a uhh.. special spot.”

“And you’ve practically moved into my cleavage but you don’t hear me moaning about it.” You scoffed in reply. That was the final straw, Prosciutto opened the door to the closet, quickly checked if it was safe and stepped out without helping you. As predicted he looked like an angry cooked lobster about to explode. The sight only making you laugh. Wait, did his pants get tighter... or is he just happy to see you?

Melone

Illuso forcefully pushed you into the to the small indent in the wall behind some curtains that reach all the way to the ceiling of the fancy home. Melone and you dangled into each other while Illuso closes the thick curtain before you two. “And be quiet, we can’t get caught. I’ll get you back when it’s safe.” With a big sigh he leaves you two, arms twisted into each other, faces only a breath away.

“He’s so dreamy, right?” you jabbed at Illuso to the slight lavender haired man in front of you. He huffed out a laugh, remembering all the insults the two have thrown at each other in the past. You’d only just began to notice how close you were to your partner. It was a three person mission this time but Illuso had taken the lead and asked, more like demanded, you two to hide in case of uninvited visitors.

It was the short and boring end of the stick. Although the situation you are in now, wasn’t that boring after all. Melone breathed into your neck unabashed letting out a soft moan. You’d grown used to his advances and didn’t really mind it. He amused you with his weird behaviour so you let him be. His cyan eyes staring at back at you, mischief behind them.

You tapped your foot impatiently against the floor doing your best not to make too much noise. “Why so tense bella? Is it me?” Melone playfully asked, something of a seductive tone behind his voice. He picked up a strand of hair that was resting against the side of your face, playing with it between his fingers. “No. I just want to get this over with.” you huffed in annoyance. “Well then, I’ll make it a little more enjoyable mhh.” he purred into your neck as he leaned in to kiss it. His soft lips pecking into your sensitive skin, moving to your collarbone.

Somewhat surprised at his forwardness but enjoying it none the less, you snaked your arm around his waist to pull him closer. You wanted to see how far this could go. You could feel him smile against your skin while he kissed it, knowing that his actions were allowed. His ministrations only going further, he made his way lazily onto your chest. Kissing along the edge of your top, his hands exploring the rest of your body. A stifled moan coming from you as he squeezed your behind.

Oh you didn’t mind at all. Your hands had also not been keeping still, roaming his hips and toned behind as well. Melone gently pulled away from your skin giving you a hungry look. He looked about ready to pounce. You returned the look letting him know this was happening. With a sly grin he moved to his knees, now gently holding onto your hips pecking soft kisses into your stomach.

He was on his way downward when the thick curtain swung back open. Illuso standing there, arms crossed with an unamused look. “You have got to be fucking kidding me! Now? Really?” he huffed out. Melone tutted while standing back up, no shame in getting caught. You felt yourself blush a little, trying to hide it behind a nervous smile. “Guess we’ll have to continue at a later time, unless you don’t mind watching Illuso?” Melone retorted. You smacked his head in response, still not sure if you’d be able to continue this little situation at a later time.

Mista

“Is it... because there’s four pigeons on that bench over there?” you asked in a singsongy tone. “No.” Mista replied in annoyance while sighing. “And stop guessing, it has nothing to do with THAT number. Stop saying it, it’s making me even more nervous.” he scolded you.

While waiting for the rest of your team to arrive, Mista and you got into a bit of a sticky situation. While out on a mission you got attacked by a standuser who had frozen you two in quite an unfortunate position so they could get away. Mista had fallen on top of you, his hands still holding onto you back, his cheek right beside yours as his body loomed over you. The stand’s attack was wearing off slowly but you definitely needed your team’s help.

Mista had been acting very nervous and you were trying to pull the answer out of him to no avail. “Are your arms getting tired maybe?” you tried one last time. “Yea sure, it’s my arms.” he sighed not even convinced of his own answer. You were on the receiving end of a more fortunate position. Just lounging underneath your colleague, enjoying the view of the sky.

Your warm cheeks were pressed together offering a bit of warmth, a chilly wind had been blowing all day causing the rest of your bodies to grow goosebumps. “I’m getting kind of hungry, you?” you tried to fill the silence. “Stop talking please.” Mista sounded like he was practically pleading. “Tell me why you’re so nervous and I’ll shut up till the others arrive.” you retorted confidently.

It was the longest sigh you ever heard come out of someone. Why was he dreading this so much? Was he in that bad of a position? Finally after the deep long sigh and some convincing on his side Mista finally spoke. “Every time you talk your boobs rub on my chest and it feels good ok! I’m not trying to be inappropriate but you smell nice and you’re pretty but still my teammate. I’m just... trying to keep myself calm and it’s hard when you keep talking and rubbing all over me!”

You let out a chuckle in response, wow. That was more than you ever thought there was going on at this moment. You felt a little bad for teasing him with all those questions but satisfied that he said those nice things about you. “Well... don’t you have an answer?” Mista nervously asked. “I thought I was supposed to shut up from now on?” you whispered in amusement. Get ready for the longest annoyed groan ever. When did Giorno say they were coming to pick you up again?

Bruno

While waiting for your mission to start and looking out for the guy you’d be meeting up with, your capo and you had been standing in an indent of a building down the dark alley you had stated as your meeting place. Your guest was late and the position you were in was growing a little uncomfortable since your legs were hurting from standing in one place for so long.

Bruno was squished against the back of the indent, letting you stand in front of him with his arms clasped around your middle. This was the only way that you weren’t showing yourselves if anyone other than the guy you were meeting would enter the alley. Your stand was out on top of a building above as a lookout.

It was comfortable to be leaning back into Bruno, his chin resting on your shoulder after you told him it was alright. Strangers might even mistake you for a sappy couple hugging in an alley. Comfortably giving off warmth to each other, you’d been silently talking with your capo about your lives, hobbies you missed, funny stories that happened.

A nice glass of wine and some snacks would have made it quite a fun date. But the closeness of your superior served just as well. While moving to lean on your other leg since your feet were hurting your behind rubbed against his groin, a soft sharp inhale coming from the man behind you. “Sorry Bruno, I forgot...” embarrassed and growing more and more red by the second.

It was just that his touch had grown so familiar. Maybe a little too familiar, you felt your thoughts go further and further. The dirtiest parts wanting to feel your capo’s reactions to your movements, his warm breaths in your ear as you hear him enjoy your ministrations, softly calling your name as he comes undone. But before your mind can wander any further Bruno’s hands let go and grip your hips on either side.

His hands holding on firmly, keeping you frozen in position. “You were still doing it.” he softly said, his breath tickling your neck. Shit. Your imagination ran wild and so did your thighs as they rubbed together against him. You weren’t sure if you’d reached the peak of your embarrassment.

It seemed like your meeting partner wasn’t showing up so you called back your stand and moved out of the indent. Finally being able to face your capo, you saw his rosy cheeks and chest. Smiling at his disheveled hair and look. “Here, let me straighten you out.” you said as you carefully put back the stray hairs. You swear you could see him melt into your touch, swallowing deeply as his blue eyes bore into yours.

[nugnthopkns]

Congrats on 500! May I request number 2 with Tyson?

thanks darling! 🥰 'm gonna go out on a limb and say you're gunning for josty, but if for some reason i'm wrong pls let me know and i'll whip something different up!!! i also got a little carried away with this...

i'll love you 'till my lungs give out, i ain't lyin' // all your'n by tyler childers

Though untraditional, you find Tyson's idea to be incredibly sweet.

When he suggested breaking every single wedding tradition imaginable by writing vows and reading them to each other in private before the actual ceremony you were taken aback, but it didn't take long to agree. Something about having the moment be just between the pair of you makes you giddy, and you plaster Tyson's face with kisses while he laughs at your enthusiasm.

The two of you faced a fair amount of flack from relatives for doing something so unconventional, but you stuck to your guns, insisting it was your wedding and you would do things how you please. They backed down when it was clear the moment would go ahead according to schedule, and standing on the opposite side of the pillar, waiting for the signal to turn and see your soon-to-be husband your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

"He's here," the photographer says softly. She'll snap a few photos during the first look and then leave you and Tyson alone. A second later a hand squeezes yours, waiting for you to step out.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes before moving to the side, keeping your back turned until the last moment possible. When your eyes regain focus you see Tyson standing in a tuxedo that fits him perfectly. Tears immediately begin to fall, and he lets out a watery laugh at your reaction.

"Looking mighty fine Mr. Jost," you giggle, though it's hard to hear the words over the sobs of joy.

Tyson smiles at the comment before responding. "You look stunning. Spin for me baby?"

You indulge him, and cry some more when he closes the distance and wraps his arms around you. Neither of you speak much, too enamoured with each other and the reality that in a few hours you'll be married. The quiet click of a camera alerts you that you aren't alone yet, and you follow the few directions from the photographer until she's happy with the amount of usable shots.

Once alone, it takes everything in you not to kiss Tyson senseless. No kissing is possibly the only tradition you decided to keep, but at the moment you're kicking yourself. You huff slightly when Tyson doesn't crack and leads you to an ivy covered bench in the courtyard to sit down.

He takes your hand kisses the back of it gently. "I love you," he speaks, "So fucking much. It's cliche to say that you're my better half, but you truly are. Every single thing you do makes me a better person, and I can't thank you enough for allowing me to stay inside your beautiful world. I promise to love you every moment of your life, even when you're grumpy about having to wait years for the next Taylor Swift album. If I loved you anymore I'd explode, and I plan to spend every damn day proving it to you."

If you thought you were sobbing before, you're now involved in a full on flash flood. "How am I supposed to top that?" you ask, voice riddled with laughter and tears.

Tyson smiles at you with a dazzling grin and shrugs his shoulders coyly. "It doesn't have to be a competition."

"With you? Everything's always a competition but I'm okay with losing this one."

With shaking hands you unwrap the scrap pieces of paper you scrawled your vows on. Tyson chuckles because the move is so you, but you can't find it in yourself to make a jab at him. "I can't believe you want to marry me," you begin. "I know I'm not the easiest person to be with, but you love me in spite of it. Not a day goes by where I don't thank my lucky stars for you. Tys, you're everything to me. the constant moving around, long nights waiting for you to come home, and the media attention mean nothing because you love me the way you do, even when I don't always deserve it. I try to show you how much I appreciate you every day, and now that you're stuck with me forever my efforts will only increase tenfold. I love you Tys, forever and always."

Tyson's tears rival yours, and the two of you sit there clutching onto each other until the scheduled time expires and you have to separate again. Your bones ache for him, even though he's still in front of you, and with a final kiss to his cheek you're pulled away, back to the suite you're getting ready in. A couple of the groomsmen drag Tyson away from the courtyard with bribes of scotch and poker.

Stuck at the other end of the venue, you calculate how many minutes until you can see him again. In approximately one hundred and eighty minutes Tyson Jost will be your husband, and the thought makes a giddy smile grace your features.

☼☼☼☼

celebrating 500 followers!

[kpop-zone]

The Lady in Red | Jennie

Mafia AU | Meet messy/Strangers to lovers | “Are you sure this is legal?”

Warnings: blood, death, anxiety symptoms

Wordcount: 3,373

A/N: The gif is kinda flashy, please tell me if that’s a problem for someone, then I will switch it out!!

“I guess I don’t need to tell you that his infiltration into the ‘circle of trust’ was unsuccessful.”

Seungyeon chuckled sadly next to you and you turned around with a shaky sigh, not being able to look at your patched-up colleague in the hospital bed any longer.

“When will we finally manage to take them down?!”

You growled while angrily kicking the chair that was standing next to the door for the police officer that would have to be there 24/7 for safety reasons from now on.

“I’m starting to believe that we will never be able to. The Kim Clan isn’t the most powerful criminal organization in the city for no reason. Their network is bigger than we could have ever guessed when we started to investigate them and the mastermind behind all this seems to be a ghost. I mean we have no idea what The Lady in Red even looks like. Five years of thorough investigation and there are no clues about her, except that she has to be the most ruthless person on this planet considering that none of her subordinates dare to betray her...”

Seungyeon buried her face in her hands in defeat but you instantly shook your head. You couldn’t let The Lady in Red win; especially not after all the blood, sweat and tears that you had put into this case. You had become a detective to make this world a better place. You couldn’t let the biggest criminal of this city get away.

“Let’s wait till Jihoon wakes up. Maybe he remembers something.”

You tried to sound hopeful although you weren’t even sure whether Jihoon would wake up at all. You had found him in front of the police station this morning, drowning in his own blood after he had joined the Kim Clan almost a year ago to investigate undercover. He had been the great hope in your team. No other cop had ever managed to be a part of the clan for that long before, making you think that you had finally achieved a breakthrough. A foolish hope that made you feel like a failure now that you were standing in front of his hospital bed.

“Do you really believe that?”

Seungyeon replied doubtfully and you huffed in frustration. Of course, you didn’t believe that. With his injuries, you could be glad if Jihoon would ever be able to walk and talk again. But it was too hard to admit that you had hit another dead end; that Jihoon’s sacrifice had been in vain. Angrily, you clenched your fists and closed your eyes in order to calm down again, but it felt like you were riding a roller coaster. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your head was spinning, making you feel nauseous. You couldn’t bear to look at your half-dead friend any longer.

“I need to get out of here.”

You uttered breathlessly before bursting away. Blindly, you stumbled through the hallways, bumping into people left and right before eventually reaching the underground parking. You just needed to get away from those bright lights, the sterile smell, and the constant beeping of Jihoon’s heartrate monitor that seemed to be making fun of your obvious incapability to catch The Lady in Red. This was all your fault. If you were a better team leader, Jihoon would still be making his bad jokes that had always made night shifts more bearable in the past in some way or another. Tears immediately started to pool in your eyes when you thought about the possibility of never being able to hear your friend’s goofy laugh again that had managed to make everyone join in even when his joke had been terrible. What had you done? How could you have allowed him to go undercover?

In hopes that you could flee your bad conscience if you were only fast enough, you hastily unlocked your car before diving into the driver’s seat. It still seemed like your head was spinning in circles and the extreme ringing in your ears didn’t really increase your fitness to drive, but you didn’t hesitate a second before starting the engine and backing out of the parking space full speed.

You just needed to get away.

A loud collision, however, cut your escape short and forced your car to come to an abrupt halt, causing your body to be painfully pressed back into your seat by your seatbelt. For a second, you stared ahead dumbfounded as you tried to understand what had happened until a roaring voice managed to rip you out of your state of shock.

“You idiot!! Use your eyes!!”

A man yelled and you realized that you must have rammed another car. Frustrated, you huffed because your day really couldn’t get any worse before exiting the car reluctantly. A tall man dressed in a suit came rushing towards you and judging by the crimson color of his face, he seemed to be nearly exploding from anger. Subconsciously, you took a defensive stance, ready to parry off a punch in case that he would decide to physically attack you. Just before the man could reach you, however, a loud, high-pitched whistle suddenly made him stop. Like a well-behaved dog he froze and turned around to look at the source of the noise.

“Junho, where are your manners?”

A mysterious voice asked, and you tried to look past Junho in order to catch a glimpse of your savior. You could only see a pair of red high heels and slender legs emerging from the car that you had rammed before a breathtakingly beautiful woman eventually got out of it. Against your will, your eyes automatically started to scan her from head to toe and you had to stop your jaw from slacking. She was simply stunning. Something about her was mesmerizing although you didn’t know whether it was her piercing gaze that seemed to be sharper than a knife, the way she moved her body so gracefully or her clothes that screamed ‘rich’ to you. Of course, you had managed to damage the only car that cost more than your annual salary out of all the junk cars in this parking garage... Remorsefully, you looked to the floor when the woman walked closer to you, figuring that you should probably show respect to her as money usually equated power where you lived. As soon as she was standing in front of you, you opened your mouth to give the most heartfelt apology that you could come up with in order to save your own neck, but the sound of her voice put an end to your plan.

“Are you ok?”

The woman asked and to your surprise her voice wasn’t filled with anger or annoyance, but with concern instead. Confused, you looked up and you realized that her feline eyes appeared to be a lot softer now while scanning your face worriedly. Automatically, your hand reached up to touch your face and you discovered to your surprise that your cheeks were tear stained. In embarrassment, you quickly used your sleeve to wipe away the remainders of your breakdown just a few seconds ago and cleared your throat to sound more or less poised.

“Yes. I’m sorry for ramming your car. I’ve been incautious for a second.”

You pointed at your cars that were surrounded by bits of red, broken glass, but the woman didn’t avert her gaze from you.

“I don’t want you to worry about the cars right now. Are you sure you’re ok? That was one hell of a collision. Are you hurt?”

Her reaction caught you off guard and you stared at her speechlessly. Why wasn’t she yelling at you? Was she that rich that she didn’t even care about her car anymore?

“I-I...yeah...I’m fine.”

You stammered, causing you to facepalm yourself inwardly. It seemed like you were trying to do everything in your power to prove that you were a complete idiot.

“I’m glad to hear that. I was worried for a second.”

The woman smiled softly, causing you to feel weak in your knees. If she would continue looking at you like that, you could not be held responsible for whatever rash action of yours it would cause. A blush started to spread in your cheeks as the two of you simply stared at each other and you frantically tried to come up with something smart to say in order to save your face. Once again, however, the woman beat you to it.

“I’m Jennie by the way.”

She introduced herself while holding out her hand and you quickly wiped your right palm on your pants just in case that it was as sweaty as it felt.

“I’m Y/N.”

You shook her hand, feeling how the touch caused a tingling feeling in your stomach. Embarrassed, you wanted to pull away again, but Jennie kept holding on to your hand a little longer before allowing you to loosen your grasp.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope that we’re not the reason for you to be late to something, you seemed to be in a hurry earlier.”

For the first time, Jennie averted her gaze from you to assess the scene of the crash before calmly looking back at you as if her multimillion won car wasn’t damaged. You expected her to finally scold you for your lack of concentration that had caused this accident, but Jennie didn’t seem to blame you for anything. Instead, she patiently waited for you to reply to her assumption, so you quickly shook your head.

“No, don’t worry. I don’t need to be anywhere. I just...”

You trailed off because you didn’t know how to finish your sentence. I just needed to get away, because it’s my fault that my friend is probably dying, and I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore? It wasn’t like you could blindside a stranger with a confession like that. Your head immediately started spinning again when you thought about Jihoon and your eyes roamed around the parking garage as you thought about your answer before focusing on Jennie again. As soon as your eyes met, you felt how her serenity had a soothing effect on you and a sense of calmness spread from your chest to your whole body. Somehow her intense yet gentle gaze seemed to draw you under her spell, and you opened your mouth without even being aware of it.

“I just had a really bad day because my friend was hospitalized because of me.”

You blurted out, feeling how tears immediately started to pool in your eyes. Ashamed you turned your head to the side to hide your emotions, but a sensation on your arm caused your gaze to dart forward again. Jennie had reached out to you and was now patting your arm encouragingly.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N. But I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want you to torment yourself. I don’t know what you did, but you don’t seem like you would have wanted your friend to be hospitalized.”

She tried to cheer you up and you nodded hesitantly. She was right. Jihoon wouldn’t want you to blame yourself for what had happened. He was a dedicated detective and it had been his decision to go undercover.

“I-I think you might me right... Thank you.”

You stammered perplexed, wondering how it had been possible for Jennie to calm you down that fast. You loved whatever she was doing to you though and you sighed in relief when your head started to feel steady again, causing Jennie to smile at you widely, seeming to be genuinely happy that she had been able to help you.

“Well, now that this is settled, let’s take care of this mess?”

Jennie giggled while pointing at your cars.

“I feel very guilty for this accident. Junho was driving too fast; you couldn’t have braked in time. Please, let me invite you for a coffee to apologize and we can discuss how we want to handle the costs.”

She continued and your eyes widened in shock. This was not how you remembered the accident; it had definitely been your fault. You simply couldn’t steal any more of Jennie’s time after causing her so much trouble, even if you wouldn’t mind talking with her all day long.

“Aren’t you here to visit someone?”

You asked hesitantly, not wanting to be the reason for her to miss visiting hours.

“Ah yes. I’ve been very unsatisfied with the way how one of my dear friends has been... taken care of. So I came here today to do it myself. Some jobs are better done by yourself, you know? But I’m confident that Junho will be able to get the job done as efficiently as I would have done, right?”

Jennie looked at Junho who had grimly stood at the side till now and simply nodded in response. Satisfied, Jennie grinned before giving you her attention again and wordlessly asking you with a slight movement of her head to agree to her offer. Not being able to resist her charms, you sighed in defeat and locked your car again.

“Ok fine, one coffee.”

You agreed, causing Jennie’s eyes to glint in excitement.

“Great! Junho, go park the car and then go upstairs. I know that you will take proper care of my friend. I don’t want any more...complications. I want everything to be clean and neat. Let’s give my friend what he deserves.”

Jennie smiled sweetly and you felt your heart flutter. It was endearing to see how much she seemed to care about her friend. Happily, you looked at her before following her back into the building to grab a coffee in the little café for visitors on the first floor. It didn’t even need you a minute to figure out that Jennie apparently was a master of distraction. The way she talked was simply captivating and you almost didn’t think about Jihoon at all. Your conversation flowed with ease right from the start and it seemed like you had known each other for years already. Together you sat down at a table, each with a steaming hot cup of coffee in your hands and Jennie immediately propped up her elbow on the table to rest her head on her hand in order to look at you attentively.

“So what do you do for a living?”

She asked curiously and you straightened up proudly. You loved your job and it made you really happy to talk about it.

“I’m a detective.”

You stated, causing Jennie’s expression to change like expected. Most people were impressed when they heard that you were a detective and wanted to know more about your work.

“A detective? Wow. What kind of cases do you work on? Is your job as exciting as in K-dramas or is the movie industry just lying?”

Jennie raised one eyebrow suspiciously and you giggled in response.

“Well, I’m afraid my job is not quite as spectacular as in K-dramas, but there are definitely more boring jobs. Right now, I’m working on a really interesting case for example. We’re investigating the Kim clan; you might have read about it in the news maybe. It’s a huge criminal organization with a ruthless leader. We only call her The Lady in Red.”

You started to chat, feeling how you suddenly had the urge to talk about all your built-up frustration.

“The Lady in Red?”

An amused smile played on Jennie’s lips as she curiously tilted her head to the side, and you chuckled.

“Yes. We don’t know a lot about the leader, not even her name. But over the past years we have accumulated some bits of information about her. We’ve managed to catch some of the criminals that worked with her and although none of them ever betrayed her, they revealed little details. For example, we know that she often could be found wearing red lipstick or a red trench coat. And in combination with the trail of blood that she leaves all over the city, we eventually started calling her The Lady in Red.”

You felt a little embarrassed to admit the ridiculous nickname that you had given a serial killer, but Jennie seemed to be very intrigued by your story.

“Is this top-secret information? I mean, can you even tell me all this? Are you sure this is legal?”

She joked, causing you to laugh off your embarrassment.

“As long as you’re not a journalist...”

You narrowed your eyes to fake mistrust and Jennie put on a serious face.

“No, don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me, I promise. I’m just a simple businesswoman, not a journalist. I own a little company and try my best to survive.”

She crossed her fingers to underline her statement, causing both of you to crack up. After calming down again though, you had the urge to know more about this seemingly perfect woman in front of you. Considering her expensive clothes and car, you doubted that her company was as little as she described it and you were genuinely interested in learning what it took to get all the way to the top of the food chain.

“You own a business? That’s impressive! What kind of business?“

You asked, but you shouldn’t get to hear her answer right away. The moment Jennie inhaled to start telling you about her life story, the screens of both of your phones on the table suddenly lit up, indicating that you had gotten a message.

“Excuse me.”

You excused your bad table manners before picking up your phone to check the incoming message because you were technically still on duty and obliged to be reachable. Unless someone had been murdered, however, you didn’t plan on working today after the events of this morning, so you simply wanted to skim the message before giving Jennie all your attention again. The content of the text message was very short and comprehensible at a glance though, managing to instantly knock the air out of your lungs. As if you couldn’t trust your eyes, you read the text over and over again in disbelief, hoping that it’s meaning would change eventually. But the cold, harsh words stayed and mercilessly slapped you in the face.

Jihoon is dead

The three words were simple, but that didn’t make their impact any less destructive. An intense pressure seemed to crush your chest and your eyes started to burn immediately. How could this be? How could he have died so quickly? He had been stable when you had seen him just a little over half an hour ago. Helplessly, you looked at Jennie who was smiling at her phone before meeting your eyes. Her expression changed in a split second and she was quick to leap to her feet to walk over to you.

“He’s dead.”

You managed to choke out before a loud sob tore from your throat as your tears began to fall in a rapid pace. Without hesitation, Jennie wrapped her arms around you to pull you against her body and you clung to her in need for comfort while your whole body shook violently.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Jennie said on a loop while rubbing your back in circles, attempting to get you to calm down again. Her gentle touch and soothing voice prevented you from completely breaking down and you tried to remember her words from earlier. I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want you to torment yourself. You repeated this simple statement over and over again in your head to allay the weight of the guilt that was pressing down on you. No matter how much you tried though, you weren’t able to completely erase the ugly voice in your head that told you that this was all your fault. Nevertheless, you were glad that you had Jennie by your side right now. You hoped that her serenity would manage to save you once more, so you held on tighter to her in an attempt to allow her strength to prevent the darkness in your head to seize you.

Who would have thought that joy and sorrow could be so close together?

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❛ COME TO BED, I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT YOUR HIPS PRESSED AGAINST MINE ❜

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✨ REQUEST by @meteora-fc: heyo! please can you do 3 from the smut prompt list with bishop 😏 ty ty!!

✨ Prompt: “Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine”.

Gif credit: to my amazing @sonsofeorl.

WORDS: about 1.5k.

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, a little of overstimulation, mention of bodily fluid.

❚❙ A/N: thanks for requesting, my dear. I hope you enjoy this piece I wrote in less than 30 minutes, which is a record time. I’m sorry it took me so long and I know this should be part of ‘January of Prompts’, but I decided to take it as another request due it has been impossible for me to write this challenge.

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You have been trying to sleep for an hour now, but it has become an impossible mission knowing that your husband is still awake for some reason. He has been through some shit with Los Olvidados and Miguel Galindo lately and he doesn't want you to worry you feeling him spinning around your shared bed as he fights to fall asleep. But you prefer that than being alone. Getting up brushing your hair with your fingers, you lead your bare feet to the back porch, crossing your arms and rubbing them with both hands to get warm as you come closer to the outside.

Bishop is sitting on a chair with his legs rested on the wooden railings, smoking and holding an empty beer. Wrapping his chest from behind with your arms, you lean forward to press a gentle kiss on his raspy jawline. And you can't help but let go a soft purr as you sink your nose into the gap between his neck and his shoulder. Setting off the cig in the ashtray, he lands his right hand on the back of your head closing his eyes for a second.

“Come to bed... I can’t sleep without your hips pressed against mine”. You whisper into his ear with a provocative tone of voice, extending the last four words to highlight them.

You can see the smirk appearing on his face a second before standing up and lacing his fingers with yours, so you can guide him through your house straight to the main bedroom. In your way, he isn't able to put his free hand away from your throat to earn some exposed skin of your neck to kiss it slowly. Once Bishop puts a hand on your body, he can't stop touching you.

As soon as you reach your bed and tuck in, you get what you wanted, what you needed. His strong arms surround you without hesitation, pressing his body against yours; too close there's no distance between both. His lips continue adhered to you, leaving mouth-opened kisses from his starting point till finding your mouth in the middle of the gloom. Bishop tastes like nicotine and alcohol, but it doesn't disgust you, sliding your tongue into his cavity to crash with his in a friendly match.

Your husband bites and sucks your bottom lip, slowly swinging his hips against your ass and creating some friction as your t-shirt rolls up and down with every move from his body. You don't shut the soft moans that soon fills your room, grabbing his right wrist massaging your nipples over the cotton fabric to direct it down over your abdomen. His palm getting dragged gives you shivers, closing your eyelids when his fingertips caress your hipbone ending up playing with the waistband of your black panties.

“Tell me what you want, querida…” Bishop's voice puts you to tremble briefly, so needed after a couple of days without feeling him this close.

“I want you, Obispo”. You almost sob, dancing your hips in sync to earn more friction against the bulge growing under his boxers. “Need you inside me tonight… I need you”.

“I'll do anything for you”. He murmurs, while his hand makes his way to your already-ready pussy. “I'm so sorry for unattending you… Could you forgive me, mi amor?”

While he continues speaking to you, his index finger slightly caresses your swollen clit causing you to gasp eagerly.

“Yes… Yes, Bish”.

“I'll make it up to you”. And you know pretty well he will keep his promise.

Removing his hand from your panties, your husband pulls them down through your legs before doing the same with his underwear. You stirr at the simple touch of his bare skin and the heat it emanates from. Bishop urges you to raise a leg so he can guide his hard cock to your folds, playing with them as the head rubs your entrance to coat it with your arousal. And it feels so damn good after two days. Placing his hand on your inner thigh, he makes his way through your warm and soaked pussy, nailing his hardness as deep as he is able.

“Oh, god…” You cry out intertwining your fingers with the ones gripping your throat, rolling your eyes to the back of your head inevitably.

Bishop is so thick and big that you know you won't ever adjust to his size. He's aware of it, always giving you some seconds to get used to his cock, even if he adores the way your cunt suffocates him every time he's balls deep between your legs.

“Move… please… please”.

Sticking his chest to your back under the sheets, your husband rocks his hips slowly, taking his time to enjoy that being buried inside your body is the only way he feels like he's at home. There's no better place for him.

“You take me so good, baby girl… You're so tight… Can you feel it, ah?” His hoarse words fall onto your ear, urging you to lie a little over your back so he can devour your mouth.

Bishop doesn't give you the chance to reply, invading your cavity with his tongue and his grunts as his pelvis speed up furiously when he knows that your walls are already adjusted to his prominent erection. Tossing your leg behind to his and freeing his hand, he directs it to your breasts straight to one of your nipples. Bishop pinches it, twists it, pulls it, earning the delicious whinings that make him feel proud of satisfying you.

“Fuck, cariño… Oh, fuck… Please… Please, Obispo… fuck me harder”.

You can't deny you're such a filthy and needed whore for your man's dick. That's a fact. And can't do anything, but take your wishes as his commands. He lives for making you happy. The pace of his thrusts increases, creating a beautiful noise that fills your room when his hardness is sunk into your soaked cunt, not giving you time to catch back your breathing.

“Mi amor, you're so damn… perfect for me…” Bishop growls against your lips, keeping eye contact since he loves to see every expression drawn on your face. “You're my home… the only place I wanna come back… every single second of my life”.

You try to tell him how much you love him between short and clumsy kisses, running out of air and feeling the pearls of sweat touring your forehead.

Your husband needs to hear you screaming his name, substituting his lips for his fingers and sliding them into your mouth.

“Suck them, baby girl… Suck them like I know you can”.

And you give him a whole show, moans included before leading them to your thighs. Bishop spreads your folds using his digits, as he moves them from up to down stroking your most sensitive skin right now. He has learned how to touch you by paying attention to your vocals, how loud they are, the words you try to utter. Your husband knows to perfection how much pleasure these caresses to your inner lips provokes you, while he continues pounding you with no mercy. That gesture shortens the time you can resist till finding the orgasm, but when you explode, he pushes your soul out of your body.

Bishop makes you cum. He makes you cry, screams his full name, trying to put his hand away from your pussy when he wants to continue rubbing your satisfied pearl with his fingertips from one side to another; overstimulating you as he hasn't finished yet. You can't even talk, nor think. You aren't strong enough to make him stop, crashing his body against yours until emptying himself inside your guts.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart!”

His seed fills you completely, pressing his anatomy to yours as his arms wrap you as much tight as he is able to. Bishop can feel his dick twitching buried in your more than pleased hole, as your legs and your hands are shaking for too much pleasure roaming every single inch of you.

“Good girl… Good girl”. Bishop whispers against your neck, resting his forehead there during a short moment. “You're the goodest girl, my lovely wife… You know how to cheer me up…”

“That's my job”. You giggle barely breathing, getting comfier under his tight grip. You don't want him to move away from you. “Don't… pull it out, please…”

“Want it inside the whole time, ah?” Bishop scoffs, pressing his body a little more against you, earning a soft and broken gasp. “Beg for it… I love to hear you begging”.

“I shouldn't”. You complain. “I've been a good girl… not disturbing you while you were working… and I was here alone. Needing my husband. So I have the right to keep your dick inside me a little more, Obispo. I'm not going to beg for it”.

You can feel him chuckling in silence, infecting you with his good humor after releasing all the tension the club has caused on him.

“Whatever”. He teases you, pretending to move back and not hear your speech.

But you don't let him. Of course not. You force his arms to stay around your body, sticking your body to his. You can't avoid a soft grunt escaping your lips when Bishop pushes his semi-erection a little deeper, hitting unexpectedly your g-spot. He's going to kill you. That's for sure.