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obsessedvibee · 10 months ago

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Temptress

MDNI, 18+

Pairing: Austin Butler x Evelyn(reader)

Summary: Austin and Evelyn are on vacation in Hawaii and a little teasing game begins. Who can get the other to crack first?

Warnings: teasing, sex against a wall, neck squeezing? i don't wanna call it choking, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation reference, dirty talk, what's a smut story without a little awkward boner?

Words: 2.5k

Authors Note: When I tell you I had such terrible writers block when trying to come up with the scenes where they tease each other. I don't know why that was so hard for me?? But I know a lot of you were waiting for this (I've never had so many notes on a teaser before! I'm so beyond thankful but now the pressure is a thousand times more I truly hope I don't dissapoint-oh gosh) story to be put out, so alas- here it is.

As always comments and reblogs mean the absolute world to me, so feel free to write your little hearts out or even message me!

But enough from me...enjoy!

The hot Hawaiian sun blanketed her body as she laid out on one of the white beach chairs. The sound of the nearby waves lapping at the sand lulled her buzzing mind. Only thoughts of her husband Austin were present. She was on vacation after all, he SHOULD be the only thing on her mind.

Austin soon returned with two cocktails in his hands, handing the cold glass to her. She took it in her hands, the condensation dripping onto her thighs, causing goosebumps to form.

She took a generous sip, savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue, the alcohol warming her throat as she swallowed.

“Mm, you’re so hired,” she moaned, taking another gulp.

He chuckled, sitting to face her on the chair beside her. “Does that mean you’ll keep me around for another night?”

A smirk danced on his lips as she pretended to consider her options.

She eyed him through her glasses, taking in his newly toned body. He’d always been thin, but he bulked up in the last month for his upcoming role. His shoulders were more rounded and his biceps held more shape. The lines of his abs were subtle beneath his skin with a bit of hair topping the waistband of his swim shorts. Her thoughts quickly began to fill with desire. A sudden little playful idea formed in her head.

She waited until his eyes made their way back to her before swiping her tongue along the rim of the glass before going in for another gulp.

His eyebrow twitched in response.

She straightened her posture, “that’s not a very respectable thing to say to a guest, now is it?”

Beneath her confident gaze, her heart pounded in her chest as the words left her mouth.

He had to crack first.

“My apologies, ma’am.” He stretched his arms above his head, his biceps flexing.

He didn’t miss a beat.

He was on to her.

Let the games begin.

Although, she wasn’t sure if any kind of game had started when neither of them made a move in the last hour. But she did know she wanted to cool down and get out of the sun for a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back.

“You gettin’ hungry?”

“A little,” she admitted.

He sat up, groaning as he stretched his stiff limbs.

“You go ahead,” he encouraged, “I’m gonna take a quick dip before I head in.” He nodded his head towards the ocean.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his back as he walked right into the water, sinking down just enough to dunk his head before walking back up to shore. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair to slick it back like he was Fabio on some cover of a romance novel.

She was eating up every second of it.

He looked her way right as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

A cool shower sounded incredible. For more reasons than one.

She abruptly stood, refusing to look in his direction, already knowing he had a smirk that was awaiting her gaze. Making her way to the outdoor showers, she gratefully slipped behind the wooden paneling.

She briefly wondered if he’d follow in behind her.

Flipping the water on, she jumped aside with a shriek as a sudden spray of freezing water hit her.

If her nipples weren’t pebbled up from a moment ago, they sure were now.

She waited a bit hoping the water would warm some, but quickly realized there wasn’t going to be anything remotely tolerable coming out of the shower head any time soon.

Turning the spout off, she stepped back out into the heat again, almost welcoming the warmth if it weren’t for the dried sweat that covered her skin.

“Was that water a little too cold for you?” Austin chuckled as he toweled himself dry.

“Straight from an iceberg- that's what that was.” She grumbled lightly, watching as his hands moved the towel over his body.

Everything’s always hotter when it’s wet.

“Is that why you’re..” he stuck his pointer fingers out from his chest, nodding to her breasts, “pokey?”

She blushed.

“Or is it just cuz of me?”

“Careful,” she warned, pausing in the doorway.

He wanted to talk about her boobs?

She could work with that.

Reaching for the strings of her bikini top, she pulled them loose letting the bottom fall free.

He visibly swallowed watching her hands, his throat bobbing.

Oh the power of a little peek-a-boob.

She turned, not able to contain her cheeky grin as she made the snap decision to rid her top as a whole, keeping her back to him as she dropped it to the floor.

“Hey, that’s not-“ he trailed off as she turned to face him with a giggle, his eyes drinking her top half in. “…fair.”

“Anything is fair game, but the first to touch the other person loses.”

He reluctantly brought his eyes back up to hers. She could almost see the tug of war that was going on in his brain of where to look.

“You were going to order dinner for us, weren’t you?” She teased, scooping up her top before beelining it for the shower.

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It was after dinner, and he had just turned the water off for his own shower. He called her over to him from the bathroom.

She walked over to find him with just a towel tied low on his hips, standing in front of the clouded mirror. Steam was still hanging in the air from the hot shower, adding to the mood.

A dark new tan colored his skin from all the time spent on the beach the last few days. Her mouth almost watered as his muscles flexed beneath his skin while he spread shaving cream over his face.

“Hi,” he greeted, a playful look in his eyes.

A nervous smile pulled at her mouth, “hi?”

“I need your help.”

She raised a brow, “with shaving?”

He nodded, patting the counter with his hand, “come sit.”

“But I can’t touch you?”

He chuckled, handing her his razor, “you’ll have to be careful then.”

She stood frozen for a moment contemplating the challenge. Not wanting to back down she hopped up on the counter, sitting tall.

His eyes sparkled mischievously, watching as she brought the razor gently to his face. The air seemed electrified as she scooted a little closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. Pressing the blade to his skin, she made the first swipe. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip in concentration as she focused on not slicing his sensitive skin. Her arm almost shaking by the end from the exertion.

Making the final swipe, she finally realized how close they were, feeling the exhale from his nose. She’d never craved to kiss him so badly before, she could practically feel the warmth of his lips on hers.

She sudden feel of his towel brush against her inner thigh snapped her out of her lustful haze. Looking down she noticed she wasn’t the only one getting affected.

She pulled away rather abruptly, quickly hopping off the sink. Straightening her shirt, she looked back at him. The tips of his ears were red, but whether that was from the shower or if he was actually blushing she wasn’t sure.

“That doesn’t count,” he defended, clearing his throat.

“No?”

He took another towel to his face, “I can’t-“ he looked at her, “control it.”

Taking one more glance down to see the obvious sign of his arousal she was almost light headed with desire just knowing he wanted her just as much.

She fled before she could lose control and yank him back into the bedroom.

Were there any rules against taking her own pleasure into her own hands?

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Later that night, well after the sun had set, the bonfire crackled weakly as it began to die out between them, only the moon casting a blue glow on the sand. The breeze caused a chill to shiver up her spine, and of course Austin noticed.

“You cold?”

She reluctantly nodded.

He picked up a stick and poked around in the burnt logs trying to coax a new flame, but only a few extra sparks fluttered up into the air.

“There's some other ways we could keep warm.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could think.

He paused. “Are you forfeiting?”

Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch him.

“Is the temptation too much for you?” She quipped.

They were both fighting for their lives.

“Only ‘cause it comes from you.”

Fuck.

Damn him and his way with words.

His eyes were like a magnet pulling her to him and she was too weak to pull away. His tongue swiped over his lips, his eyes darting behind her.

“If you put that towel down, I’ll take you right here.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

She bit her lip, failing to hide her smile as a new warmth spread through her veins for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.

“Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” She slowly reached back for the towel, spreading it open on the sand.

She hardly had time to situate herself down before he was on her.

He hovered his lips over hers, teasing just a bit more. She could feel his breath on her lips. Every inch she moved back, he inched just as far forward.

“Aus,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“As much as I want to do this right here-“ she inhaled sharply as his lips nearly brushed hers, “-what if there’s paps?”

He pulled away with a heavy sigh.

“C’mon,” she stood, before she took off running as best as she could in the shifting sand, a laugh bubbling past her lips. She just made it past the front door when Austin's arm snaked its way around her waist, “not so fast, baby.”

Her soul cried out in joy as she felt the weight of his touch on her, his warm skin making her nerve endings sing.

He pulled her into him, his front pressed to her back, his head lowering over her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She laughed some more as his cheek brushed against hers.

“Where do you wanna do this, hm?” He spun her around.

A full grin spread across her mouth as his hands found hers, and he began to toy with their fingers.

“You wanna do this right here?”

She nodded, her heart skipping a beat when he gently pressed her back into the wall of the hallway, his forehead pressed to hers, his blue eyes swirling with lust.

Like a dam that breaks when the flood waters come, so was his desire for her, breaking through in a heavy long awaited kiss; his mouth finally devouring her own.

His hands fumbled with her shirt, his fingers almost trembling. Quickly discarding it to the floor, his hands began to explore the newly exposed skin, earning a moan when his thumb swiped over her nipple.

His desperation was contagious. She tugged at his shirt blindly, his mouth the only thing she could focus on.

He took a half step away to pull his shirt over his head, “tell me what you want, Ev.”

She whined, reaching for him, “Aus.”

He raised a brow with a little smirk, “hm? You’ve mentioned it before.” His fingers slotted into the belt loops of her shorts tugging her closer to his warm chest pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Take me against the wall,” she all but whispered.

“There's my good girl.”

His fingers reached down, popping the fly open on her shorts and yanking them down over her hips, landing at her feet. His cock twitched realizing she had been pantyless the whole evening.

Ridding himself of his own shorts, he quickly hoisted her up, gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his already stiff length brushing teasingly at the inside of her thigh.

They both fumbled for a moment trying to get him in her, the angle proving to make things difficult, “put your leg down for a sec-“

Lowering her leg carefully back to the floor, freed up his hand and he quickly positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. She inhaled sharply as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

“God, I don’t think I can ever get used to that,” she breathed as he eased in, gripping his bicep for dear life.

He gave a few slow strokes, testing the position.

Once he was sure they were stable, he hiked her thigh a little higher around his waist, spreading her open just that much more. Slotting his mouth over hers, he reached a hand up to squeeze her breast, coaxing a moan out of her. His hips began to piston faster, jolting her into the wall with each thrust.

“Can you-“ a particularly hard thrust caused her to stutter. “A-Aus.”

His eyes darted to hers, his hips stopping. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop,” she whined, pulling at the hairs at the bottom of his neck, “-need you deeper.”

“Shit- yeah?” He reached down, getting her to wrap her other leg back around his waist.

A wanton moan danced in his ears from her mouth as he sunk even deeper into her, “fuck, yeah.”

He pressed her harder into the wall, hips working double time, panting heavily in her ear as he held her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs. Sweat began to form across his forehead from the exertion, dampening his hair. Little groans began to fall from his mouth as their passion progressed, unable to contain it all inside.

A sudden impulse came over him and his hand reached up to her neck, squeezing gently. Her eyes widened as he locked his eyes to her, pressing their foreheads together. He slowed his thrusts, taking his time making her writhe with every push of his hips into her.

“Baby-“ she mewled, clawing her fingernails into his shoulders.

He could feel her tightening as her climax quickly approached. “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

She squeezed tighter with her legs, her fingers tugging harder at his hair, pulling a grunt out of his throat.

“Give me a good one, c’mon.”

She held her breath as her high took hold, her walls spasming around his length.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he felt her squeeze every part of him as her climax hit. He quickly fell into his own orgasm, his blue eyes rolling back. His cock spilled heavily inside of her, painting her walls white with a low moan.

As her limbs loosened, her walls continued rhythmically milking every last bit from him until he was completely soft, quickly slipping out of her as he carefully let her down.

“Just so you know,” she said between breaths, “you lost.”

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miniversse · 11 months ago

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Can you please do a Seungmin version of best friend’s brother where they both confess after y/n’s bday party and wake up from a one night stand?

⭑“whispered wishes”⭑

⭑ seungmin x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol seungmin, non-idol reader, unestablished relationship, readers birthday, best friends brother, confession, mentions of drinking, masturbating (reader), unprotected sex, releasing, squirting.

⭑ note: anon did not fail me with this one i loved it so much. i’ve placed a dash indicating the beginning of the nsfw content (long build up because the whole situation needs to make sense.

⭑ minors dni

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the sky is painted with orange and red strokes, and the pool water in your hair begins to dry down as you take in remnants of the sun. you hear a faint voice approaching, singing happy birthday. you turn to find your best friend holding a cake with sparkling candles, grinning from ear to ear as she continues to sing. this moment would be cherished forever, and so would seungmins glares from behind…

“oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do all of this” you lift your sunglasses to your head, admiring her choice in design.

“hello? remind me what day it is?” you both chuckle, taking bites of the cake by the poolside and chatting about your new life ahead.

the scorching water of your best friends shower soothed your tense muscles, and you were anticipating the moment you’d plop onto the mattress. you’re mind jumps to the glares of your best friends brother, seungmin. he was extremely hot and he knew it. he would always linger around the pool, walking back and forth trying to get your attention, and it sure as hell worked. everytime you’d come over. there he was in all his glory either by the poolside, coming back from baseball practice or lounging around. he looked good doing everything, and he turned you on everytime.

your fingers move down slowly as you consider whether you’ll regret this decision or not, but you’re fingers wouldn’t stop. they moved down, and rub at your aching clit. the pressure of the water help intensify the pleasure, placing a hand on your mouth to muffle your moans. you fasten your pace and move to your vagina, curling your fingers inside of you while thinking of how he would touch you, kiss you, and talk things that grace your ears only. your orgasm crashes and you whimper his name quietly, hoping no one would hear you…

you tip toe to your friends room only to find her passed out, snoring like there’s no tomorrow. you quickly slip on an underwear and a night dress, tip toeing to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. a tall figure stood in the dark kitchen, looking outside the window.

“h-hey” you hesitate in ignoring whatever thoughts he was in, but you didn’t want to startle him.

he turns slowly and makes eye contact with you, dragging his eyes further down. his eyes move slower on your bare legs, and he shoots back up to look at you.

“happy birthday” his voice was calm and quiet

“oh, thank you”

“no worries, how did it go?”

“good, we swam, tanned, had cake, made a wish, drank a couple of beers. about it.”

“what did you wish for?” he cocks his head, seemingly curious as to what you hoped for, but telling him would result in loosing your friend, and potentially him.

“shouldn’t wishes be kept a secret?”

“not if you whisper them. i wanna know”

“are you sure? i don’t want the wish to be cursed.” you were making up excuses as your heart paced, but he approaches you and turns to let his ear brush against your mouth.

“tell me”

you swallow and do as he asked.

“i wished for…you” he turns to face you, not moving his face back. he grins from ear to ear and moves to whisper in your ear now.

“everytime i see a shooting star, i wish for you too.” his voice was so quiet, and made your body tingle. he moves to face you again.

“i really like you y/n. i hope you feel the same”

you let your actions talk, and you lock lips with him. the back of your mind is concerned about your best friends reaction, but you’re too far in.

he brings your legs up to his waist and cradles your ass as he walks up the stairs and into his room. you’ve never been in his bedroom, and you hope it won’t be your last. he drops you on the bed and shuts the door, taking his shirt off on his way back to you.

“this is a birthday gift no one can get you, only me”

his fingers trace the strap of your nightgown and he brings it down, slipping you bare. his eyes fixate on your chest and he pulls your underwear down, leaving you exposed to him. his eyes were like flames, leaving hot trails everywhere he looked.

he mutters “fuck” below his breath, and he lets you bring his sweatpants down which his growing bulge protruded from. your fingers caress his torso and you let them tiptoe to the hem of his underwear, exposing his thick length. your hand goes at him, pumping him slowly before he abruptly stops you.

“i said its your birthday gift.” his voice was stern and warm at the same time.

his body towers over yours while he guides his member to your wetness. he looks into you one final time before pushing inside of you, quickly moving his hand to your mouth to muffle your moans. he stretches you with his long cock moving further inside of you, his tip nudging you and moving back. his grunts get collectively louder with your muffled moans. he picked up his pace inside of you, causing the bed to squeak every now and then. you bring his hand down to take a breath.

“s-she’s gonna hear us-s”

“i couldn’t care l-less.”

he spits on his fingers to bring them down to circle your bud, still the overstimulation made your mind fuzzy, and you grab onto his forearm for support. you still haven’t processed that seungmin is getting you laid, but it felt ethereal. his mouth is gaped open, trying his best to muffle his grunts and whimpers. you feel yourself getting closer to coming, and hustling length jerking inside of you hinted it was the same for him. his hands from your mouth to your chest, grabbing on and teasing your nipple. if this wasn’t multitasking, you didn’t know what was.

“you come first pretty girl. promise?”

you nod, your eyes squinting shut as you try to contain the speed of his dick slamming into you, his fingers rubbing at your clit and his hand grabbing at your breast. your body gives in, your release coating his dick and you’re squirting lands on his torso. you gasp at the sight of him covered in your fluids, and you apologize repetitively. his groans override you as his fluids fill you up, making a mess of a scene.

“was i that good of a fuck pretty girl?” his panting slows down and his head falls on your chest, catching his breath.

“fucking hell seungmin” you felt empty without him inside of you. he places a kiss on your neck and moves the strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty face.

“happy birthday y/n”

you woke up to the sound of your friend shouting your name. she’s been looking for you everywhere. but you were in another world, cuddled by seungmins body after a night of wonders. you rush to put your nightgown on again and creak his door open, looking left and right before running to your friends room.

but there she stood, hands crossed and eyebrow raised. your body froze.

“oh god y/n, you should’ve told me you were fucking my brother. i looked for you everywhere”

“good, morning?”

she throws a pillow at you and you laugh, running away from her grasp.

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simplyghosting · 3 months ago

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OH MY GOSH I HAVE WATER PRESSURE IN MY SHOWER AFTER 15 YEARS WHAT

#I COULD ACTUALLY CRY #ghost posts #I FEEL CRAZY WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN RINSE MY WHOLE SCALP #THE BATHROOM GOT WARM YOOOOOOOO #WHOLE NEW WORLD OPENED

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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Everything you write is so stickin good!!! I hope you’re doing wonderful! How are you liking season 2 so far?!? I’m absolutely in LOVE with it!

If I could possibly make a request? No pressure and I totally understand if you can’t! Could I request readers first time in the communal showers on Kamino and the batch plus Rex and Cody being surprised that reader actually is using the communal shower instead of waiting like the other females do and maybe them enjoying the view. 😏 I skimmed your list and didn’t see this there but if it is then I’m sorry for bugging you!! Lots of love and hugs to you!!!

Gosh, I could do a lot with this idea. But what am I going with? A One-Shot with all of them? Separate HCs? Should I stay suggestive? Strongly suggestive? Smut? Several One-Shots?

You know what, I'll go with a One-Shot first with all of them, making it just a bit suggestive and a little awkward 😋 I keep all the other ideas for this scenario for another time. I'll make some notes because this has a lot of potential in my opinion.

Now let's see....

The Bad Batch /Rex /Cody x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Communal Showers

Warning: Slightly Suggestive

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You've had a long, tiring day. You're still at the training center and spending the night in the barracks tonight. There are not many female soldiers working with the clones, so the sanitary facilities on site are not yet adapted. Normally you shower in a more or less nearby hotel, paid for by the Republic, but today you long to take a quick shower and get to bed quickly.

It is quiet in the corridors, most units are on duty, many of them off world. You grab your things and hastily slip into the clones' public showers, at the moment they are completely empty and the stalls all unused. There is a smell of water, soap and disinfectant. You hastily jump into one of the back stalls, the stalls are all open and only about shoulder-high, so should anyone come by you can't really hide, but you don't expect to be surprised.

However, the warm water relaxes your muscles, and you forget about time, dawdling a bit, enjoying the warmth of the water and taking your time washing. You have just soaped up your hair when you hear the door and then several voices. Startled, you stop in mid-motion, your hands on your head, some shampoo running down your face and into your right eye, you blink, suppressing a curse.

The voices come closer and with your left eye you immediately see a whole group of men, two regs and the guys from the Bad Batch. The booths are open and face each other, you couldn't understand the sense of this construction, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

Directly in the booth across from you one of the regs starts to shower, Cody, if everything didn't fool you. To your left is the one they call Tech, to your right Crosshair, the rest of the squad showers in the opposite row, but still close enough to get a good look if they spot you.

Cody is undressing, and you can't help but watch, still frozen in your stance with the burning shampoo in your right eye. You have to hand it to the clones, they are damn well-built, you think silently in admiration. Hard muscles stand out under tanned skin. Then Cody turns, for a millisecond your eyes fall on his crotch, then your eyes meet.

Cody looks at you uncomprehendingly, his gaze traveling down your body as slowly his brows go up.

"Are you lost?"

"What?" asks Rex next to him, who turns and now also looks in your direction and pauses, "…oh"

The blonde clone blinks several times and can't help but eye you curiously for a moment, but he finally turns around a bit embarrassed and mumbles to Cody, "Stop staring"

Cody blinked, cleared his throat and turned around as well and said, "Well, you can't blame me, the sight in here is new and not to be sneezed at. Pretty sure she's staring at my ass right now too".

Caught with your cheeks getting warmer, you tear your gaze away from Cody's gorgeous buttocks.

To your left, you hear Tech say softly, "Well, that's new."

Carefully, you turn your head a little and see him adjust his goggles and wipe the lenses with two fingers. When your eyes meet, and he realizes you've caught him staring, he hastily turns away, cheeks flushing.

Heart pounding, you quickly wash out your hair and rinse the shampoo from your eye.

"What's so interesting with you guys… woah"

You tear your eyes open to see Hunter standing in front of you, you stare at each other dumbly for a moment before he hastily covers his manhood with both hands and quickly walks back into his cubicle, his head flushed, accompanied by the laughter of most of his brothers.

Wrecker, who can easily see over all the booths, waves shyly at you with reddened cheeks, scratches the back of his head nervously and looks questioningly at his brothers before hastily turning away.

You feel that your face is all hot, your whole body is glowing with shame. Nervousness tickles under your skin, if the guys were nasty they could take advantage of the situation and jump you, but to your relief none of them tries it, on the contrary, most of them finally politely look away. Except for one.

Crosshair stares at you, standing motionless in his booth for quite a while, before he finally starts to wash up as well, but he doesn't avert his gaze. You have to admit, this one in the group does make you a little nervous.

You hurriedly wash off the soap, turn off the water, and hastily wrap yourself in your towel. To your annoyance, you realize that you have taken a smaller one than planned, and the fabric only barely covered your most intimate parts. With a hot face, you hurriedly walk past the cabins with the showering clones. You feel that their eyes follow you. As you pass Crosshair, you hear him say teasingly, "Hope to see you here again soon".

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dravidssideblog · 5 days ago

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Cutie Protection Agency (1,200 words)

I stare up at the sign. "Cutie Protection Agency". The name alone is already demeaning, and from what I've heard it's not any more respectful inside. But the world is a dangerous place at my size, too many people waiting to take advantage of me if I let my guard down for even a moment. Some small folk are strong enough to handle the pressure and the risk. The rest come here.

Walking up to the doors, I'm already having second thoughts. They could do anything to me, like brainwash me, or make me sign some horrible contract, or... I don't even know! And I doubt I'll be able to leave once I'm in. But I need this. I need to feel safe.

I force myself to step through the doors and approach the nearest employee, my confidence already starting to falter. "Excuse me, I'd like to ask-"

"Oh hello there!" The empolyee scoops me up in their arms and starts petting me. "Gosh, your fur's pretty dirty. Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up." They carry me off toward a door labeled 'Processing'.

"H-hey, wait a sec, I had some questions before-"

"Hey Matt!" they call to another employee as they step through the door. "Got a new cutie here, get off your phone and help me with it."

"Fine," Matt says. "Just the usual?"

"Yeah, it seems healthy. Just a quick checkup and bath." They set me down on a soft table. "Hold it while I collar it."

Matt wraps an arm around me to hold my arms in place, then reaches for my snout! I jerk my face away from his hand! "Hang on, slow down, I'm not sure abou-mmph!"

With my face held still, the other employee puts a combination muzzle-collar on me. It clicks on, and I'm released. "There we go, nice and easy."

"Speak for yourself, I thought it was gonna start scratching. Next time, you're doing the holding."

"Oh quit complaining, it's YOUR job to-"

While they bicker, I poke at the muzzle-collar. It's tight, but very soft. I try a few times to speak, and they completely ignore my muffled grunts. For some reason, my panic starts to fade...

"-now help me strip it so we can get it bathed already." Their hands grab at my arms and pull at my clothes, and I'm at a loss for how to respond. I can't ask them to stop or explain, and even if I could they wouldn't listen. That's bad... so why do I feel so relieved?

Their grabbing and tugging is surprisingly gentle. I hadn't noticed when I was being restrained for the muzzle, but they're very careful with the amount of force they use. They're professionals at this. Even as I'm stripped naked and blushing like a tomato, it helps me stay calm when I see how normal they act about it; checking me for diseases, measuring my height and weight, just another day at the office. Or maybe the vet...

"There we go, nice and settled down now."

"Then I guess you won't need help with bathing it."

"Okay, but you owe me a soda, lazy bum." The employee carries me to a small shower room, turning on the water and setting me in the tub. They soap up a loofah sponge and scrub over me, the texture of it against my fur feeling absolutely dreamy...

They don't even bother asking me to help, instead just grabbing my arm to scrub under it, flipping me around to get my rear, guiding me to sit so they can lift my legs and get my feet. "Such a pretty kitty, yes you are~" and other baby-talk is all they say to me. Like I'm not even a person. And it's...

If I had to choose whether to go through with this, or to run away from here, I don't know what I'd do. I know I want this, but giving a bunch of strangers absolute power over me and just trusting that they'll keep me safe? How could I not be utterly terrified!? I barely managed to step through the front door! If I had to choose, I'd probably just stand there like an idiot doing nothing, trapped between two fears.

It's a relief that they're making the choice for me.

When the bath is finished, my fears have followed the dirt down the drain. They pick me up once more, carrying me through the halls and setting me down in a pen full of other small people like myself, all stripped and muzzled just like me. A few walk over to me and offer a handshake, and one gives an encouraging pat on the back. Another wave of relief washes over me.

Looking around the pen, it seems comfortable, just like the adverts promised; the carpet feels nice underfoot, there's dog beds along the walls where some are napping, and pet toys are scattered about the floor. There's even a door to what looks like a bathroom, which is the first bit of personhood I've been shown since I stepped inside. I can't judge this whole place by just one room, but this is a decent first impression.

A door opens, and I look to the other side of the pen. There's a short fence separating us from the door, through which a crowd of tall folk are entering the room. They smile and coo at us, and one of the small folk steps close enough for some of the group to reach over the fence and pet them. It doesn't last long though, as an employee opens the fence to let them inside.

Reactions vary; some small folk ignore them and keep doing what they were doing. Others are already hiding in the corners of the pen. Some seem excited, walking over and doing their best to look cute. One even slips past the crowd and sprints out the door; the employee doesn't seem bothered. I, of course, just stand there like an idiot doing nothing.

Apparently that's cute enough for one of the tall folk to take interest, sitting down and pulling me into their lap. They pet me, dragging their fingers through my fur. They chuckle. "Hey there little guy~ I don't think I've seen you here before. You new, huh~? Hehe, your fur is so nice. I think I've got a new favorite cutie~"

I've been pet before, by strangers in public getting a little too confident, but it feels different now. It's still embarrassing and dehumanizing, but I don't feel the need to care about that anymore. Outside, I had to defend myself; if someone started petting me and I didn't stop them, they might decide I'm an easy target for something less harmless. Here, not only do I not need to stop them, I'm also EXPECTED to let them do it. And it's so easy to just sit back and let it happen...

As they shift me around to rub my belly, babbling about what a sweet little thing I am, I can feel my personhood slipping away. And here, in this place of safety, I find myself happy to leave it behind.

#original #my writing

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ilovedirt · 7 months ago

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Hi! Your tags asked how I take care of my teeth! For a long time I really didn't! I had to be coaxed and train myself into it as an adult because as a child I didn't really have a care routine and autism/mental illness seriously caused me problems. I also for some reason was born was too many teeth! Weird, but also very sexy of me. Anyway here's some advice!

1.) Flossing. Oh my gosh. I HATED flossing. Flossing was the HARDEST PART of tooth care for me for a long time. Then i realized i was flossing incorrectly. Then I got a Waterpik and my life changed dramatically. So. First level advice is if you can then absolutely get a water flosser. They take some time getting used to and there is a certain style of finesse you have to use because they're messy until you get the hang of it. The sensory experience can be too much for some because it can leave you very soggy in the beginning, but as time goes on you'll figure out how to prevent taking a shower while flossing OR you can simply get a water flosser that attaches TO your shower head and combine those tasks so that the wet doesn't matter because you're already showering. I love my water flosser and reccomend that shit to anybody. If you're gonna stick with regular floss here are some tips that helped me: go slowly, and make the floss make a "c" shape around the tooth. The floss should be cupping the side of your tooth, rather than just going straight down between your teeth and cutting in your gums. You should be able to get the floss gently into the base of the tooth, to clean out between not just your two teeth, but between your teeth and your gums. If you're slow and gentle then there should be minimal pain and bleeding. I prefer floss picks to loose floss, but whichever gets you to do it is the one you should be purchasing. If you can't do it every day, occasionally is better than nothing! A few times a week is a great starting goal. Once a week is better than never. You REALLY want to prevent build up in your gums especially, gum disease is no joke.

2.) Get an electric toothbrush, and keep a manual toothbrush handy. Sometimes the electric toothbrush is too much for me and gives me sensory anxiety, or I'm too tired to sit there with a violently vibrating piece of plastic in my mouth for three minutes. When this happens I switch to a quick manual brush just to make sure I at least sort of clean my teeth. I said it before and the advice you may see on tumblr from time to time that says "even a little is better than nothing" is really true! 30 seconds of quick brushing with a manual toothbrush is way better than not brushing.

3.) Mouth wash. I use mouth wash on the days that brushing at all is too much for me, and I use mouth wash after every time I smoke or eat something that hurts my teeth. I use a non-alcohol based mouthwash with fluoride because alcohol doesn't agree with me, but again here anything is better than nothing. I'm pretty sure, though, that Listerine still has the best research reviews. Just remember!!!! Especially if you use a fluoride based mouthwash!!! To not drink anything or rinse the wash out of your mouth for at least 30 minutes. I usually spend a lot of time post-rinse just spitting into various available sinks.

4.) The degree of your toothbrush head matters, and the pressure matters! I didn't know this until my coworker whose father was a dentist was explaining tooth care to one of our clients randomly. Your toothbrush head should be at a 45° angle to your teeth, and you should NOT press the brush hard into your teeth. The bristles should be scrubbing your ivories gently, otherwise you could be wearing out your enamel. A soft tooth brush head is reccomended if you have a vise grip.

5.) Brush your whole mouth. This means scrubbing your gums front and back, the roof of your mouth, your tongue, under your tongue, your cheeks, everything. You'll be pleasantly surprised as to how good this leaves your mouth and teeth feeling. Again! Gentle pressure!

6.) The sequence of your brushing routine matters! I waterpik/manual floss after if necessary, then brush my teeth, then brush my mouth and gums, then use mouthwash.

7.) If you can't afford dental care equipment, ask a dentist. They will probably happily provide you with samples of brushes, flosses, mouth washes and more for free.

8.) Know your goals for tooth care and start small if you don't have any. When I quit drinking I decided I was going to replace the habit with better mouth care and that really worked for me. Some people's goal is to get brighter and whiter teeth! For some people their goal is to just start brushing a few times a week! Just know what you want and stick with it and see what happens. You may end up even ENJOYING the process, trust me!!!!

First dental appt in like 10yrs. My teef.

#life skills #teeth

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gretavangroupie · 2 years ago

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Crave (Chapter 4)

Word count: 8.5k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

HER POV

The next morning as you wake, you reach for Josh, but he’s not there.

Hmmm, he must have woken up early…

You stretch your legs out and grab your phone off of the nightstand, seeing you have a text from Josh.

Josh: Good morning, stepped out to run a quick errand. Be back soon, with coffee of course.

You: Oh a secret morning errand? See you soon.

You set your phone back down on the table and stand up, walking over to your bag to retrieve your toothbrush and head into his bathroom. You open the little cabinet and find his toothpaste. You brush your teeth and stare at yourself in the mirror, dressed in his t-shirt and sporting major bed-head.

You turn the shower on and let the water warm up while you find the outfit you packed for the day in your bag. A pair of jeans and a weathered band tee that has seen better days.

You strip off Josh’s shirt and your underwear and step into the shower spray, letting the hot water rush over you. Looking at the line of products in front of you, you realize he has a lot of different options for a guy. You take your time smelling each one, picking the one that smells the most like him, and washing yourself with it. Turning the water slightly hotter you wash your hair and enjoy the heat on your shoulders. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and head back into the bedroom. Heading into the room you are met with the sight of Josh sitting in the chair in the corner, reading a book.

“Oh gosh, you scared me!” You squeak.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you while you were in the shower! Coffee is on the dresser for you.” He smiles.

“Thank you.” You smile back, clutching the towel around your body.

“I’ll step out so you can get dressed, then I thought maybe we could go for a drive? I have one more errand to run.” He asks.

“Okay.” You giggle excitedly.

You quickly dress and run a brush through your hair, braiding it down your back.

A few minutes later you step out of the bedroom with your coffee and find Josh sitting on a barstool in the kitchen looking at his phone. When he hears you approach he immediately turns to you with a smile.

“Well don’t you look cute? Hmm... you smell good too.” He says knowingly, before reaching his hand out to you. You grab it as he pulls you in, resting his hands in the back pocket of your jeans and pulling you in for a kiss. The butterflies begin stirring in your stomach.

“What do you think? Wanna go for a drive? I have to drop off this signed contract to our agent, he lives a little outside of town. There could be more coffee involved if you're good…” He says cheerfully.

“Yes! That sounds nice!” You reply walking over to the door to put your shoes on.

“Tonight I have a surprise for you, and then I am taking you out on that date.” He smiles devilishly. The inflection in his voice sending a shiver up your spine.

He stands up and walks to the door, grabbing his keys and ushering you outside.

As you get into the car you agree with him about it being a pretty day. With so many days of rain lately it’s nice to see the sunshine.

“Okay, connect your phone to the bluetooth. You are going to be our DJ.” He smiles.

Oh gosh, no pressure….

You click through the process of connecting your phone.

“Alright, let’s see…. Did that work?” You say, clicking the button.

“Yep, okay you’re up.” He replies with a smirk.

You scroll through Spotify, looking for something to fit the mood. Smiling when you see the right song.

You hit play and ‘The Air That I Breathe’ by The Hollies begins to play through the car speakers.

Josh turns his head to you, a smile plastered across his beautiful face.

Oh thank god, he approves.

“What a choice...” He says, still smiling, returning his eyes to the road.

He begins to sing along to the chorus, rolling down the windows and sticking his arm out into the cool air. The wind is blowing his curls around and his smile is so infectious and warm you find yourself smiling too. You capture this image in your mind. Your heart couldn’t be more full than it is right now.

As the next song begins to play, he turns to you when he hears them begin to sing. “Oh, they were on the road with us a little bit this year.”

You smile and laugh at the insanity that is his life. Just traveling around the world with his brothers and other talented artists. He turns down the volume and places his hand on the back of your neck, playing with your braid.

“We are leaving in a day or two, going on a quick press tour for the album. I think it will only be a week. Maybe a week and a half? We only finalized the plans a day ago….” He says nervously.

“Oh…. are you gonna miss me?” You say playfully.

“Of course, except this time when I’m gone and dreaming about you, I can think about the real thing and how you’re all mine.” he smiles.

“Oh, you’re such a suck-up.” You laugh.

He pulls into a driveway a little while later and grabs the paperwork out of the back seat before dashing up to the front door. You can see him talking and laughing with the guy, pointing back at the car with his thumb before patting his shoulder and heading back to you.

“Okay, work is done for the day. I’m all yours now.” He smiles, kissing your cheek. He backs out of the driveway. “Do you want another coffee? There is a cool place over here.” he asks.

“Is there a drive-thru?” You ask.

“You read my mind.” He smiles swirling your hair around his fingers.

A few minutes later you have ordered and are waiting to receive it at the window. As the barista slides the window open you can tell she recognizes Josh, her eyes growing large.

“Uh…. Here you go…” she says nervously, reaching her arm out the window.

“Thanks,” he says, flashing her his signature dazzling smile.

“My friends are not going to believe me when I tell them you came through the drive-thru.” She says, laughing.

“Well it’s so nice to meet you, maybe I will see you here again sometime. Thanks!” He says, pulling forward.

“Wow… Mr. Celebrity, huh? Ahhh the life of a rockstar…” You say coyly, sipping your coffee.

He digs his fingers into your rib cage, tickling you. “Hush it up baby, you are part of that life now.”

The sentiment warms your heart.

A few songs later you are arriving back at his house. He is flitting about the house, doing random things while you scroll your phone on the couch. He walks out the front door, returning a few moments later with a bag and wiggling his eyebrows at you as he heads to the bedroom.

He returns a minute later and sits next to you on the couch, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“What was that?” You ask questioningly.

“You’ll see later.” He says suspiciously.

Hmmm… he is up to something.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and clicks on the text. He shoots his eyes at you.

“Ummm….Jake wants to stop by…. How do you feel about that?” He asks.

“Uh… does he… know?” You ask.

“Kind of…? He knows something is up. He is my twin after all.” He jokes.

“If you are comfortable with it, then I trust you.” You reply, grabbing his hands.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours softly, “He won’t say anything baby, I promise.”

You nod your head, and he texts him back.

A little bit later as you scroll through social media, a knock sounds out on his front door and suddenly you are nervous and your body goes rigid under his arm.

“It’s all good, just relax, okay?” He says reassuringly rubbing your shoulder. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and stands up to walk to the door.

As he opens the front door, you make eye contact with Jake almost instantly, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. He smirks at Josh and makes his way inside.

“Hello doll….” He says with a smile.

“Hello Jake.” You reply.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He says, walking further into the house, placing his sunglasses on top of his head.

“Jake, stop.” Josh quips.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I didn’t know you were here.” He says.

“You’re not interrupting anything, we are just hanging out.” You reply nonchalantly.

“So Joshua, I was coming over to harass you about that riff I sent you earlier. You read my text and didn’t reply. Did you listen to it?” He asks.

“Nope.” He says popping the P. “Been busy. Went and dropped off that paperwork this morning, we just got back a little while ago. I will listen to it. Promise.” He replies, but Jake doesn’t like that answer.

“Do you mind if I steal him away for a few minutes?” Jake asks, looking at you.

“No, be my guest.” You smile, knowing Josh is going to pitch a fit.

“We have to do this right now Jacob?” He sneers, knowing that he hates being called by his full name.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He laughs throwing his arm over his shoulder basically pushing Josh into his office.

A few minutes later you hear a guitar playing through the closed door. It goes silent for a few minutes and then again it starts back up, this time slightly different.

The door reopens and they both come waltzing out.

Jake cuts his eyes to Josh, “Alright now that that is taken care of… what’re you two getting into this evening?” He asks.

“I am taking her down to Franklin, we are going on a date.” He replies.

“Ahh, a date, huh? Well, have fun you two.” He says raising his eyebrows at Josh, who nods his head in response.

They are doing that twin telepathy thing….

“Was a pleasure as always…” He says, walking out the door and nodding his head to you.

“I’ll be right back. ” Josh says, following him out the door.

A few minutes later he walks back in, smiling to himself. You love seeing him interact with his brother, their relationship always warming your heart.

“Okay, sorry about that. He isn’t going to say anything. He knows better.” He says.

“All good.” You smile.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lounging, snacking, and starting a movie. When you both start to get tired you decide to turn it off and put an album on instead. A while later Josh turns to you excitedly.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” He asks and you nod your head in anticipation.

He motions for you to follow him to the bedroom. As you step up to the door he stops you and grabs your face, giving you a long and slow kiss.

“Okay, don’t feel obligated by any means…. I just thought maybe….ah I need to stop talking. Okay go ahead.” He says, opening the door.

You step into the room and on the bed there is a whole outfit laid out for you. You look over your shoulder and he shrugs, smiling.

“Josh when did you… when did you have time to go do this?” You ask, shocked.

“This morning, while you were sleeping.” He smiles proudly.

Ahhh so that’s where he was…

You walk up to the outfit, a black long sleeve sweater wrap dress with a deep V neckline and a bow that ties right at the waist. On top of the dress is a long gold chain necklace with a pendant at the end, and a navy blue silk lace bra. Arguably one of the prettiest pieces of lingerie you’ve ever seen.

“Josh, it’s gorgeous…I love this…” you say, holding up the bra. “But there are no panties….” You say suspiciously smirking at him.

A devilish smile crosses his face, “Oh, I know…get ready, we will need to leave soon.” He walks out of the room and shuts the door. Your cheeks flame at the thought of what he might have in mind for tonight.

Maybe he is a little more naughty than I thought…

You immediately strip out of your clothes and put on the new outfit, shocked at how good it looks and how perfectly it fits. The bra is just… breathtaking. You tie the black bow at your waist, the dress hugging every single curve just right. You pull your curling iron and makeup bag out and head for the bathroom. After about twenty minutes your hair is in big blown-out curls around your face and your makeup is done. You spray a little perfume and step back into the bedroom grabbing the gold necklace, the thin chain falling perfectly down the center of the low cut dress.

You slide on the shoes he picked out, somehow knowing your exact size, and they complete the outfit flawlessly. He has great taste. You look hot and you know he is going to lose his mind when you step out of the bedroom.

You swallow and open the door, walking down the hallway. He lets out a long breath when his eyes land on you.

“Oh my god, you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.” He says, mouth open.

“Josh….” You say bashfully tapping your shoes on the floor.

“You know what, I changed my mind. We are staying here. No one else gets to look at you. You’re mine.” He says playfully, but his eyes have a dark gleam.

“Stop it…. It’s all you. You picked it out…you have really good taste. I love it. So much. Thank you.” You say, lovingly.

“Anything for you, my girl.” He says, reaching out and pulling you forward while kissing your hands. “Okay, there is a glass of wine for you on the counter. Give me 10 minutes to get a quick shower and get changed and then we will go.”

He walks down the hallway and into the bedroom. You hear the shower turn on and you smile, walking over to the glass of wine.

How does he know your favorite?

You sit on the bar stool, just enjoying the music playing on the turntable and sipping your wine. The alcohol already loosening up the nerves in your stomach. Josh knows exactly how to set the mood, spinning The Little Dippers song Forever on the turntable. He even has a candle lit.

Such a romantic.

Right on time, Josh steps out of the bedroom. He is in a pair of light tan denim pants, a white t-shirt with an olive green button down left unbuttoned over top. His hair looks soft and he smells divine.

He’s perfect. So effortlessly perfect.

You snake your arms around his waist as he approaches you. He leans his forehead down against yours and you take the opportunity to press your lips to his. So soft and warm. You almost take him up on his threat of not leaving the house, just so you can have him to yourself.

“You ready to go, love?” He asks.

You nod your head and he places his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the door. He blows out the candle and and turns off the record before he grabs his keys and locks the door behind him. He opens the car door for you with a smile.

Such a gentleman….

As you roll down the road he turns on a playlist that he knows you’ll like before grabbing your hand in his, holding it over the center console. He rubs his thumb over the soft underside of your wrist, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

“So where are we going?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“There is a restaurant I want to take you to. I think you’ll love it. The food is amazing and the drinks are even better. There are a lot of places I want to take you, but this one first.” He says, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the top.

A lit bit later you are stepping into the door of the restaurant. Josh is very prepared and of course made a reservation. He was really serious about the whole ‘real date’ thing. He is doing everything right.

The vibe of the restaurant is very cool, definitely a ‘Josh’ place. It’s got luscious green wingback chairs and modern wooden decor. A modern eclectic vibe.

As the host escorts you to your table Josh places his hand low on your back, almost too low for the public eye.

You look over to him and give him a smirk. He looks back, running his tongue over his bottom lip and biting.

A tingle down below takes you by surprise.

Josh pulls your chair out for you, pushing you in as you sit down. He takes his seat across from you and hands you the drink menu.

“What would you like baby? We can get a bottle, your choice.” He says.

“Red or white?” You ask him.

“Red for me.” He smiles.

“Settled.” you reply flirtatiously.

Soon after ordering the waiter brings the bottle, pouring two glasses of Malbec. He takes your order and leaves you and Josh alone to enjoy each other's company.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Josh. It means a lot to me that you have put so much thought into this.” You say, holding his hand across the table.

“I told you, you deserve everything. And I intend to give it to you.” He replies, lowering his voice with that last sentence. You feel a familiar ache in your lower stomach and adjust in your seat.

You sip your wine as you wait for your meals, the wine letting both of you relax and laugh about little things. Josh’s lips slightly stained from the red wine, and his beautiful smile out on full display. You love how talkative and giggly he gets when he drinks.

A girl nervously approaches your table, clearly one of Josh’s fans.

“Um, hi! I am so sorry to bother you but I just couldn’t leave without saying hi to you. I’m a really big fan, I love your music.” She gushes.

“Hi, nice to meet you! Thanks so much for your support, it means a lot to us.” He smiles at her. “Would you like to take a picture?” He asks her.

“Really? Are you sure?” She asks.

“Absolutely.” He says. He looks to you, “would you mind taking it, love?” He asks.

“Sure!” You reply with a smile.

You snap the photo on her cellphone and she is elated. “Thank you! It was so nice to meet you and I can't wait for your next album!” She says.

“It was so nice to meet you too. Have a great night and hopefully I’ll see you at a show sometime!” He replies with a smile.

She walks off and he sits back down with you. You smile at him, like the cat that ate the canary.

“Oh, hush….you know you’re my girl.” He says patting your hands. “Or do I need to remind you?” He says, giving you a look that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Maybe so, Mr. Kiszka.” You say in a sultry voice.

Your food arrives at the table and you are starving. Josh refills your wine glass and raises his glass for a toast.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight, there is no place in the world I would rather be than right here with you. To many more perfect nights together.” He says.

You blush and clink your glass with his. His eyes sparkle in the dim lighting and you feel a flutter in your chest.

You chat over your meals, his leg rubbing up against yours under the table throughout the entirety. The wine has elicited a sense of arousal in both of you.

Your legs are crossed under the table and a thought runs through your mind... You lift your foot to gently graze his inner thigh.

“Oh… sweetheart that is a dangerous game.” He says in his quiet lower register.

“I like dangerous games….” You reply, continuing the motion and getting dangerously close to the bulge that you’ve created.

“I know you do. But trust me, baby….” He says grabbing your ankle forcefully in his grip, “This game has its consequences.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of consequences?” You ask, licking the edge of your wine glass.

“Oh, keep it up…you’ll find out.” He replies pointedly.

“Maybe I want to find out….” You say, taking a sip of the wine and keeping your eyes locked with his.

“Then, by all means. Please continue….” He says throwing back the rest of his wine.

You bite your pointed finger between your teeth, before running it down your chin, over your neck and stopping as you reach the thin gold chain laying perfectly between your tits.

He bites his cheek and shakes his head, smiling. He reaches down to adjust himself as discreetly as possible. Your arousal pools between your legs, reminding you that you are naked underneath your dress. You aren’t sure what these consequences are, but you can't wait to find out.

You rub your legs together, desperate for some kind of friction. “I think I’m going to go to the bathroom before we leave…” you say, looking at him with telling eyes.

“That’s fine, but don’t you dare touch yourself in that bathroom, gorgeous, or the consequences will be doubled. I will know, trust me.” He replies.

Taken aback by his sudden cockiness, you nod your head with a smirk and excuse yourself.

How would he know if I just….

I better not…

Unless….

No.

Minutes later as you make your way back to the table you see a smirk flash across his face. “I see you heeded my warning. Good girl.”

You feel the arousal creeping down your center.

Good girl? Oh, I like this side of Josh…

“You like that? You like to be my good girl?” He asks seductively, noticing the change in your demeanor.

A side smile crosses your lips. You can’t hide how much this is turning you on.

“Oh, you do….” He says, nodding his head. His finger tapping his jawbone.

“I’m not always a good girl, Josh.…” You reply.

“Oh, I am well aware, beautiful.” He says, as the waiter brings the check. He doesn’t even open it or look at it. He slides his card in the top sending it back with him.

“You know, come to think of it… you have been kind of bad tonight…. Teasing me under the table….trying to touch yourself… What should I do about that, do you think?” He asks.

“What do you want to do about it, Josh?” You ask, almost whispering.

“I think you’re about to find out.” He says licking his lips.

You swallow nervously, but you’re extremely intrigued by this side of him that you haven’t seen before.

“I didn’t know you-” you start as he cuts you off.

“What? Didn’t think I could play this game too? There’s still a lot you don’t know about me.” He replies, signing the check before flicking his eyes back to yours, now dark with lust.

“Let’s go, baby, I have plans for us.” He says, pulling you out of your chair.

You bite your lip and quickly stand, grabbing your purse and pulling your dress down.

“Oh don’t bother sweetheart, it’s not going to matter in a few minutes.” He says, whispering in your ear as he escorts you out the front door. His hand slides down the swell of your ass. He looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is behind you before sliding his hand down to the hem of your dress, letting his fingers hook underneath the fabric tugging upward as his fingertips glide across your skin.

“Josh! Someone could see us!” You say, nervously.

“Let 'em. I told you this game had consequences, and you so willingly agreed.” The words rolling out of his perfect mouth.

You reach the car in the now almost empty parking lot across from the restaurant. To your surprise, he opens the back door of his car.

“After you…” he says, motioning you to climb in. You look at him with a suspicious look and he just smirks. Looking around before climbing in after you and shutting the door.

He grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him, straddling him in the backseat. His hands are all over you and your mouths connect, harsh and passionate. You grind yourself into him, feeling his rock hard erection on your bare center.

He kisses your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh and lightly biting you, eliciting a groan from your mouth. Suddenly he releases you, putting you down in the seat next to him. He slides over to the opposite seat and leans into the window.

“Go ahead.” He says, folding his hands in his lap.

“What?” You say, panting.

“You wanted to touch yourself so bad in the restaurant….well… now you can. Go ahead. I’m going to watch you.” He says. Your eyes about bulge from your head.

Who is this, and what has he done with Josh?

Why is he so fucking hot?

“Lean against the door and face me. I am going to watch you touch yourself, gorgeous.” The words dripping from his lips like honey.

“Josh…” you say bashfully.

“Don’t act all shy now…. Rubbing your foot on my cock right in the middle of the goddamn restaurant. It’s a wonder I didn’t drag you to the bathroom and fuck you right there. Alas, here we are. I’m waiting.” He says, licking his lips.

You stare at him shocked, but you aren’t one to turn down a challenge. You like this side of Josh. You want him to stick around for a while s you press him further.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, leaning back against the door, running your hands up your thighs, lifting your dress up just a little higher on your legs, teasing him.

“Oh, you will. I know you will. You’ll do whatever I tell you. You want me to tell you exactly what to do. Look at you already pushing your dress up. Needy girl… You want me to watch you. You’re getting off on it aren’t you baby?” Josh asks.

He knows you.

He knows exactly how much it’s getting you off because he’s getting off on it too.

You shrug your shoulders and lean back further resting your head on the window. You slide your hand through your thighs and up your center.

“Pull your dress up.” He snaps.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Mr. Kiszka.” You say, pulling your dress up and around your hips, leaving yourself exposed to him.

“In fact, take the dress off. I want to see that gorgeous blue lace on your skin. The dress was just a formality anyway. I have been thinking about what was underneath, and what…. wasn’t… this whole time.” He says.

“You are very demanding you know.” You say, pulling the dress over your head.

“Fucking stunning.” He breathes. “Now touch yourself, my patience is growing thin.”

You flick your eyes to him and slide your hand down as you begin to circle your clit. Your mouth opens as you finally feel some relief. A hiss escapes from his mouth and you slide your fingers through your center, collecting your wetness and returning back to your clit. You notice his breathing become heavier, his gaze never leaving you.

“You wish it were you don’t you Joshy…” you say.

He doesn’t respond, just biting his lips as he watches you work yourself for a minute or two. A moan escapes your lips as your hips gently bow upward. You are close.

“Stop.” He says.

Your eyes flick to his. You don’t stop.

“Don’t make me say it again. You aren’t going to cum yet. Not until I say so.” He demands, effectively denying your release.

Your hand stops, and you bring your fingers up to your lips. Sucking on them slowly, challenging him with your eyes. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m going to fuck you, but it’s going to be quick. Can’t get caught like this.” He says, grabbing your arms and pulling you back to him. He fumbles with his belt buckle, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pushing his boxers down. He pulls you to straddle him.

You press your lips to his, entangling your fingers into his hair like you have imagined all night.

He grabs his cock and lines it up with your center, grabbing your ass and lifting you up. You feel the tip of him pressing at your opening. Neither of you able to wait any longer you both move toward each other, groaning at the mutual sense of relief as he fills you.

He presses kisses to your neck, his hands slamming your hips into his at a rapid pace. You hear him whisper, his hot breath against your neck.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight…you think you deserve this cock?” He asks.

“I think all bad girls need a reminder of why they should be good.” You say. You feel him twitch inside of you, clearly enjoying your response.

“Well let me give you that reminder….” He says, thrusting into you impossibly hard, a scream leaving your chest.

“That’s right baby, scream for me. Tell me you’re sorry. That you’ll be a good girl from now on.” He says, continuing to thrust into you.

“I’m waiting….” He says, his hands releasing your tits from the silky blue fabric.

“If you’re gonna fuck me like this when I’m bad, then I’ll never be good…” you cry out between breaths.

“Wrong answer baby… try again.” He says hitting your g spot, continually. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat.

Holy fuck, I never thought I’d see the day��

“Josh, I’m gonna cum…” you cry out.

He stops moving and releases his hand. “No, you’re not. Not until you apologize for being such a tease.”

“No, you’re edging me. You’re being the tease.” You reply, lifting yourself up and down, begging for him to continue.

“If you don’t like it, why are you moaning?” He whispers into your ear, resuming thrusting into you. You throw your head back and you clench around him.

“God damn it, you feel so good.” He grunts. “Say it. Say it so you can cum baby.”

Desperate for release you admit defeat. “I’m sorry, fuck Josh…. I’m sorry I was such a tease. I’ll be a good girl, I promise….” You cry out.

“Fucking right you will. My good fuckin’ girl. Come for me, angel.” He says.

Like magic his words send your head spinning as your body is flooded with the high of your orgasm. You clench around him as you max out on pleasure. His name leaving your lips.

His hips falter and his breathing becomes erratic as he reaches his own release, spilling inside of you with a final thrust of his hips. His hands tighten on your hips, pushing himself as deep as he can reach.

He rests his forehead on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “That was…” he struggles to find the words.

Instead of letting him finish his thought, you press your lips to his letting your tongue swirl with his for a few seconds before pulling back. You lift yourself off of him and find your dress.

“Get yourself together Mr. Kiszka, you still have to drive us home.” You say, pulling the dress over your head and opening the door, walking to the passenger side, and climbing in.

The drive home is relatively silent. Both of you knowing that if either one of you speak you would never make it home, instead pulling off on a side road and going at it again. Your hands tease each other the entire way home. His rubbing circles on your inner thigh, you gently grazing his hard length over his pants. A groan leaving his mouth every so often and his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel. After what feels like an eternity you are pulling into his driveway, you both collect your things and rush inside.

Josh barely lets you walk through the door before pushing you up against it, furiously kissing your neck, his hands pulling up the bottom of the dress.

“Josh…” you breathe out.

“Hmmmm…” he groans against your skin.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.” You whisper.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand. He locks the front door behind you before pulling you down the hallway. As you reach the bedroom door he pushes it open and flings you inside.

“Get undressed. I will be right back.” He says, walking back out of the room.

You pull off the dress and the bra before taking off the necklace and slipping into the bed. He returns a few minutes later with two glasses of what you’re pretty sure is Whiskey, offering one to you.

You throw back the entirety of it, ready to have him on you again. He watches and throws his back as well, following suit.

“Thirsty?” He asks.

“Are you?” You quip back.

“For you? Always.” He answers.

The alcohol is warming your skin, your cheeks growing hot and flushing pink.

He leads you to sit on the bed next to him and takes your glass from your hand, placing it on the nightstand with his own.

Josh grabs your face between his thumb and forefinger. “You tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.” He demands.

“I won’t.” You reply quietly.

His lips press to yours, biting your lip and pulling it between his teeth, drawing blood. A gasp leaving your mouth at the sting of his bite, and the irony taste in your mouth.

You kiss him back harder, digging your fingers into his scalp. He grabs your wrists from behind his head and pins them down to the bed, above your head.

“No, we are going to do it my way. You had your fun earlier.” He says.

Your eyes widen staring directly into his, desperate for more of him.

“I want to try something, do you trust me?” He asks, his eyes searching yours for permission. You are intrigued, immediately nodding your head feverishly.

“Of course, Josh. I’m yours. However you want me...” He smiles at your words and lays you down on the bed, positioning your head on the pillow leaving you slightly propped up. He climbs over you, positioning his knee so it is pressed right against your clit. You grind your hips forward, hoping to feel a bit of relief.

“So needy already, we haven’t even started.” he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter closed as you try to center yourself and relax. You open them again when you hear glass clinking, finding Josh fishing out an ice cube. You shiver in anticipation, mind racing at what he has planned. You had no idea he could be so adventurous in the bedroom but you’re loving every minute of it.

“Okay baby, this might be cold at first. But I promise I will warm you up.” He reassures you, taking the ice cube and dragging it down your neck towards your chest. The cold sensation causes goosebumps to rise on your skin.

He follows the path he is making with his tongue, the mixture of the icy water and his hot breath feels intense but in a good way. It makes you hyper aware of his mouth and how it feels against your skin. He trails the cube down your sternum and then onto your breasts. He does this painfully slow, watching intently at his own movements, and you are writhing in anticipation. You whimper involuntarily, hoping he will take the hint and give you some relief with his mouth. His eyes snap up to yours and he laughs lightly. “Do you need something, baby?”

“Josh, please. I’m freezing. Need you.” You sound pathetic at this point but you don’t care. “I could get used to you saying that.” He smirks and lowers his head. He begins working his tongue over your nipples, flicking it over them rapidly and causing the ache between your legs to intensify. You buck your hips up, desperate for any sort of touch where you need him most. He brings his hand to your hip and firmly holds it down.

“Uh, uh. Patience, darling.” he narrows his eyes and starts to lower himself down your body. You groan at the loss of contact between your legs as he takes his knee away.

He trails wet kisses down your torso and stomach, taking his sweet time to drag his tongue with each kiss. After what feels like forever he is finally hovering right above your center. He takes the ice cube that is now melting rapidly in his hand and slides it up and down your slick center. The feeling causes you to squirm under him. His eyes watch every move he makes, and his fixation with your body mixed with the cold of the ice makes you feel out of your mind with need.

After a few seconds, the ice cube is gone and he lowers his head to you, licking a hot stripe from your core to your clit. You groan at the feeling, the temperature change causing the sensation to be more intense than usual. You whine his name again, hoping he is ready to show you some mercy.

“Beg all you want, sweetheart but no cumming until I say so. You still have a lesson to learn.” He looks up at you as he laps his tongue against your sensitive bud. Licking it gently and slowly, knowing it is driving you crazy. It’s almost painful how bad you need to feel more. You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into your groin. He removes your arms and pins your wrists against the bed.

All of a sudden his tongue picks up the pace, he moans against you, and the vibrations cause you to lift your hips again. This time he lets you, taking the opportunity to use his fingers on his now free hand. He slowly pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp as he curls them up, hitting the perfect spot immediately. You start to bounce up and down, too impatient to wait for him to move faster.

“Fuck, you look so hot getting yourself off on my fingers. Does that feel good, baby?” his words only push you closer to the edge you are barely standing on.

“Josh, please?” you make eye contact with him and bite your lip, silently asking for your release.

“No.” he quickly pulls his fingers out and flips you over so you are on your knees facing away from him. He roughly grabs you by your hips and pulls you back so your ass is against his pelvic bones. He drags his cock up and down your folds, teasing you by entering the tip with each pass over your center. You back yourself up, trying to take matters into your own hands.

“You want it that bad, baby? Aching to feel me inside you? Such a needy little thing. Fuck I love it…” his voice is so low, and your lower stomach is absolutely on fire with desire.

Finally, he pushes into you, and without any time for adjustment, he is thrusting at a fast and hard pace. Your breath is taken away at the sudden fullness. His dick hits the spot you need each time, and you can feel yourself getting close once again. Your breath is loud now, and he can tell you aren’t going to last much longer.

“Already ready to cum for me, baby? Go ahead, you’ve waited long enough. I want to feel how good I make you feel.” he wraps his arm around you and begins circling your clit with the pad of his middle finger, coaxing you to your climax. Within seconds your vision goes white and you’re riding the wave of euphoria as your orgasm rushes over you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Feels so good. I’m right there too, going to fill you up.” his voice begins to trail off and his breathing gets erratic. He moans your name amongst other expletives and you feel his release pulsing inside of you.

Pulling out slowly, he slides your hair over your shoulder and peppers soft kisses up your back. You flip yourself over and lay your head on the pillow, grabbing his arm and pulling him down next to you.

Enjoying the post orgasm glow you both lay there in each others arms, both panting trying to catch your breath.

A few minutes later you go to stand to head to the bathroom, and he pushes you back down and tells you he will go and be right back. He returns with a warm washcloth and lets you finish the job after his initial attempt. He grabs it back from you, walking to the bathroom and then returning to you.

“Want your normal shirt?” He asks, holding it up.

“Yes....” You smirk back.

He reaches into your bag and then throws you a pair of panties and the t shirt. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and rejoins you in the bed. You are both absolutely exhausted and immediately curl into each other's arms. He turns off the light and sighs into your neck.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight Josh, and for everything before and after. It was perfect. I love it.” You say, barely a whisper.

“I would do anything for you, love.” He replies, turning your face and kissing your lips. “Anything.” He repeats pulling you into him closer.

“I didn’t know you could be so... you’re always so sweet and gentle. I didn’t know if you would ever… be with me in that way.” You stammer.

“I told you, baby, there is a lot you still don’t know about me. But you’re right. I typically like the gentle passionate sex more, or at least I thought. Tonight was… different. I liked it. No. I loved it. I don’t know if we will be able to have gentle sex again any time soon. The look in your eyes? Fuck me… When we both came in the car like that? You’re just so… sexy and confident and… breathtakingly gorgeous… I was always afraid of hurting you but, now I know you like it to hurt, and so do I.” He says.

“I loved it too, Josh. But I love our gentle sex too. I like both. Love both.” You reply.

“Me too, my love.” He whispers.

You’re unsure if it was the wine, the sex or the whiskey, but you are exhausted and already drifting off to sleep.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest? That is from Josh. Without a doubt.

JOSH POV

Pain. Massive headache.

Groaning as you force your eyes open you are met with the blurry sight of hair in your face. Neither of you must have moved last night, both exhausted. You remove your hand from her hip and swipe her hair out of your eyes smoothing it over her pillow. She is still sleeping, her breathing is deep and even.

You roll slightly to grab your phone from the nightstand it shows 2 unread texts. You open the messages and see it's Daniel, having texted you at 3 in the morning.

Daniel: IMAGE

Daniel: Well isn’t that sweet…

What the hell?

You click on the image and it’s a photo from last night, taken from across the restaurant. Pictured is the both of you at the table, her hands interlocked with yours over the table and her foot twisted with your leg underneath, a smile on your faces.

Shit. Where did he get this?

You immediately open Instagram and are met with hundreds of notifications. You swipe them away, looking at your tagged photos and you see it. The girl you met last night. She posted the photo of the two of you, but as you swipe through you also see the offending photo of you and your beautiful date.

Shit. Have they already found her? They are going to attack her. You have to get out ahead of this. This is not how you wanted anyone to find out.

Realizing that there really isn’t anything you can do at this point, you close the app and go back to your texts with Daniel. You sit there, heart pounding trying to think of something to say that would explain the situation, but you can't.

You: I was going to talk to you about it soon.

To your surprise, he replies quickly.

Daniel: How long?

You: A week or so, we were going to just keep it to ourselves for a while. But apparently that wasn’t in the cards. I’m sorry dude, I would have much rather told you myself than have you find out like this.

Daniel: I can’t say I’m surprised and it’s okay, I get it. I have always known there was something with you two. Just take care of her.

You: I promise I will. Bigger issue is the shit storm she’s about to get when people figure out who she is. She is grossly unprepared.

Daniel: Yeah I would make that priority number one this morning, people are already talking.

Josh: Great…I’m on it. Thanks for the heads up. Thankfully one of us knows how to use social media…

Daniel: Lol, of course.

She stirs next to you, you lock your phone and set it back on the table.

She rolls over to face you, “Good morning…” she says placing a soft kiss to your ribs. A shiver runs through your body at the feel of her lips on your skin.

“Good morning beautiful girl.” You reply kissing her forehead.

“I know you just woke up but I need to talk to you…” you say nervously.

You see a look of panic cross her face.

“No, no, nothing like that….The girl that we met last night…. She posted photos.” You say.

“Yeah, I took them, they were good!” She says confused.

“No, baby. Of us. Together. They are on socials.” You say softly.

Concern crosses her face. “Oh…” is all she says.

“I have already been texted about it this morning, Daniel sent it to me at like 3am.” You say. “Not exactly how I wanted him to find out… but he seems to be okay with it.” You say reassuringly.

She nods, unsure of how to respond.

“But that's not the issue… fans are going to start speculating. I just want you to prepare yourself. Most are sweet and really are the greatest people but sometimes they can be cruel for no reason and say things just to get at you.” You say rubbing her arm. “Just wanted you to know. Do you want to see the picture?” You ask and she nods her head yes.

You grab your phone and pull up the photo, showing it to her.

“At least we look cute together.” She says smiling up at you.

“We do.” You kiss her face and set your phone back on the table.

“Just don’t want anything to ruin this. I wanted to keep you to myself, but it seems the universe has other plans.” You say.

“Always does…” She hums.

“Coffee?” You ask her and she nods eagerly.

HER POV

“Okay, beautiful. I will be back in about a week or so. I will miss you!” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Have fun, be careful. Come back to me in one piece!” You giggle.

“Be back before you know it.” He says smiling, his car pulling out of the parking lot of your apartment complex.

You wave goodbye and head back inside to start getting ready for work. A few hours later you find yourself standing behind the bar, wishing your favorite guys would walk in. It's so quiet when they aren’t here. Just hushed conversations and the sound of billiards balls smacking together. Luckily this shift and the next 3 shifts go by quickly and easily. There would only be a few more days until they came back to provide your nightly entertainment.

Each day that they have been gone Josh has texted you cool photos of the places they were, texted you that he misses you and can’t wait to get back to you, and called you each night as he goes to bed. He is really putting in that 100% effort he promised and you feel a sense of happiness that it wasn’t an empty promise that you have become so accustomed to.

As you stand behind the bar tonight the bell rings over the door and a new face walks in. You haven’t seen her before, and you’ll definitely need to ID her.

She looks young…

A few minutes later another girl walks in to join her, and they are sitting at a table in the corner, talking and looking back at you.

God, what are they looking at?

A few minutes later they approach the bar.

“Hi, can I ask you a question? It's gonna sound crazy…” one girl asks.

“Go ahead…” you reply cautiously.

“Have you heard of Greta Van Fleet?” She asks.

Your eyes widen and you realize they are here looking for the guys.

“Yeah, I have…” you say.

The other girl begins to talk, “So… we heard they hang out here sometimes. Is that true?”

Unsure if you should out their nightly routine you avoid answering the question and shake your head dismissively.

“So they do come here….” One of the girls says pointedly.

“No, I didn’t say that.” You reply harshly.

“You didn’t answer?” She says.

“Because it’s not your business.” You reply. “How old are you two? If you’re not over 21, you both need to leave.” You say.

“Oh my god, she's the girl from the picture.” She says, hitting her friend on the arm.

She grabs her phone and pulls up the photo and they both quickly realize that it is in fact you in the picture.

“You’re dating Josh Kiszka?” They both ask shocked.

“What? You two should go…” You reply.

“This is you in the picture, is it not?” She asks showing you the photo.

Flicking your eyes to the photo, you look away after you see it.

“Again, it’s not your business and this is inappropriate. I think you should both leave.” You reply harshly.

“You know, you don’t seem like someone Josh would date. You’re kind of a bitch.” She quips back.

“Excuse me? And just how would you know what kind of person Josh would date? It's sad you think you know anything about him....You're pathetic… get out.” You demand.

The girls stare at each other for a second before turning back to you.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that…” she says, stepping away from the counter and walking out the door.

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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years ago

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Who is She?

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hey bubs, I just got off of work and I am about to shower. Text me when you get off of set or when you have a break, I love you! After sending the message you made sure that your ringer was on in case Austin were to call or text you while you were in the shower. Stripping out of your work clothes and into the shower, you allowed the warm water to run down your body. The cloud of steam seemed to create a sense of pressure around you, a pressure that seemed to bring up every ounce of feeling to come up. The lump in your throat and the tightness in your chest were soon released in a series of choked sobs, the feeling of unworthiness and inadequacy pouring out of you like the water from above. After your shower you grabbed your towel and checked your phone, hey honey, I should have a break here in about twenty minutes or so I will give you a call soon. You smiled down at the message and quickly typed out a reply, ok! I miss you so much and I cannot wait to talk to you :) you sat your phone on the bed and quickly changed into your pajamas. The familiar sound of your ringtone snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly answered it. In a matter of seconds, your loving boyfriend's face soon filled the screen, “Hey bubs!”

“Damn honey, didn’t even get to hear the first ring, someone must be excited to talk to me,” His voice sounded smooth, and the way he smiled made you feel warm, he felt like home. “So what has my little cutie been up to?”

“Just work, literally nothing exciting- well unless you count breaking the community coffee maker exciting,” You watched as he attempted to stifle a laugh, “Oh my gosh, you can laugh!”

He let out a loud laugh and shook his head, “Oh honey, well other than breaking the coff-the coffee pot.” He began to laugh again pausing briefly to finish his sentence, “Did you do anything else today?”

“Nope, how was work today? I am sure that your day was much more eventful compared to mine, Mr. Superstar,” Resting your chin on the palm of your hand you prepared to listen to his eventful day.

“You know how it goes, lots of reshoots um they changed my makeup for the sideburns, you know? Baz has me working with Olivia a whole lot, he said he wants the two of us to grow our chemistry. Don’t worry though there’s nothing going on between us.” He flashed you that million-dollar smile and puckered his lips. “Can I have a kiss?”

Puckering your lips you blew him a kiss, “I wasn’t going to worry, I trust you.”

A well-manicured hand appeared on his shoulder, “Aus, Baz has been calling for you, he needs you on set.” The woman’s hand continued to rest on his shoulder and Austin wasn’t quick to brush her off.

“I’ll be there in a minute, I am talking to my girlfri-”

“If you need to go, you can just call me back later, bubs,”

“I am sorry, I’ll call you as soon as we finish, I love you,” He quickly hung up the phone, leaving you once again by yourself.

Loneliness had become a feeling that you had grown all too familiar with. From making dinner for yourself to staying up until three am waiting for him to call you. He had promised to call you every single day and he held true to that promise, that was until Olivia came into the picture.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Austin’s warm voice filled your ears as you rolled over to your side. “Someone fell asleep on Facetime last night,” He said whilst moving about the bathroom, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Stretching your arms above your head as you yawned, “I honestly thought you had surprised me, was expecting you to be in our bed.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But hey, we have our dinner tonight, are you excited about that?” He asked whilst sticking his toothbrush into his mouth.

“Yeah, I am going to be getting off early so maybe we can call after I get off work!” Smiling widely as you snuggled into the pillow.

Austin pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, “I don’t know about that but we’ll see.”

Thinning out your lips you asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

He rinsed off his toothbrush and slammed it onto the counter, “Nothing is wrong, just get off my ass. I’ve gotta go, love you bye.”

The phone screen went black and you sighed, “I love you too,”

The hours ticked by and soon you found yourself staring at a blank laptop with a hot plate of food. You tried to call him, one call turned into two, then three, and finally an answer, “Did you forget about dinner, again?”

“Um, who is this?”

You felt your heart sink to your feet, “This is Y/N, where’s Austin?”

A scoff sounded on the other line, “This is his girlfriend,”

Bringing your hand up to your mouth you took a deep breath, “Is-is he there by chance?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Y/N? Hey baby, shit is this about dinner? I am so sorry I just got so caught up with everything and it slipped my mind completely.” He began to ramble off apologies.

“Who is she?” You asked through gritted teeth, the lump in your throat threatening to bubble up into a cry.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Austin.”

“That’s just Olivia, Y/N I need you to listen to me. I know I fucked up but I love you.”

“Of course, it is, who the hell else would it be?” Raising your voice, you allowed your anger to bubble up and over. “Don’t sit here and lie to me, you have lied to me for months! For months Austin!”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Would you just listen to me?”

“I don’t want to listen to you! You sat there and lied to me for months all the while I am here at home thinking I did something wrong. Thinking that maybe I said something or did something but all the while it has been you!”

“Baby, please just let me explain, “ You could hear his voice break on the other line of the phone. “I am so so sorry, I know that I can never say anything to fix this but please. I love you.”

Wiping the tears away from your face you replied, “I wish I could believe you, but how do I know this is not another one of your lies?” Hanging up the phone you grabbed your pillow and held it close to your chest as you heaved out your sobs.

#austin butler fic #austin butler x you #austin butler angst #austin butler #austin butler fanfic #emmymaewrites💜

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hockeyboysimagines · 4 years ago

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Ashes and Wine

Warnings:Drinking, mentions of parties/alcohol, language, angst.

I’m so sorry this has taken so long. But I hope you enjoy this chapter.💕

This gif has nothing to do with this chapter. But look at this moron🤣🤣 I love him.

Leighton’s head was splitting when she woke up the next morning. She was vaguely aware that she was in her bedroom but she wasn’t quite sure how she got there and she still had all her clothing on. She sat up slowly, and looked around. The rest of the apartment was quiet, and he curtains were closed. Her shoes were by the bed, and the picture on her dresser was moved.

Then it hit her.

Her memory was foggy but she could see a hazy visual of Mat carrying her into the apartment. She had almost fallen and then almost kissed him.

Oh great.

She huffed and rubbed her forehead. She didn’t often drink, and when she did never that much. But being in Mat’s presence, and seeing the ring on Kaitlin’s finger had rattled her so much, she just got a little out of hand. It was stupid. She had said no. She had drank her weight in vodka. And she needed Tylenol and a drink. Ginny was sitting at the kitchen island eating cereal.

“Morning.” She watched as Leighton disappeared behind the fridge door looking for water.

“Stop staring at me Ginny.”

“The last time I saw you that trashed was at Brad Smith’s party senior year. You were so drunk…that was the night you-“ she said giggling.

“Okay okay. I remember.”

Ginny chuckled “Mat brought you home last night.” She said casually, chewing a spoonful of cereal.

“So?”

“So. Did something happen?”

“ No nothing happened. He’s engaged to…whatever her name is.”

“All I’m saying is I saw that look. It’s the same look he used to give you four years ago.”

“Look I am hungover and I am not in a good mood. He’s engaged and he brought me home last night because he just wants to be friends-“

The doorbell rang just them interrupting her speech. Ginny frowned and slid off her stool. When she opened it, Beau of all people was standing on the other side of the door holding a carrier with three large coffees in it.

“Morning boozy.” He said giving her a smile as he breezed past Ginny and set them on the island.

“Oh my god I think I’m in love with you.” Leighton took hers gratefully and sipped it, feeling better instantly.

“So….” He asked leaning on the counter “Did something happen last night?”

Ginny chuckled and shook her head blowing on her coffee through the hole.

“You guys are the worst. Nothing happened.”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t want it to.”

She rolled her eyes “Can you two leave me alone.”

“No.” They said in unison.

********

“So how was the rest of your night last night?” Kaitlin asked over breakfast. Mat shrugged.

“It was fine. Leighton and Beau got along pretty well. She had a little too much to drink though.”

“Was she okay?” Kaitlin looked genuinely concerned.

“I think so. She’s just going through some stuff right now is all, with the move and adjusting.”

“You should help her Mat. I’m sure she would really appreciate it. There’s that team party thing on Friday, I’m leaving that morning for a few days. You should take her.”

If Mat hadn’t just set down his fork he would have dropped it. Kaitlin must really feel secure about their relationship if she was giving him an invitation to go hang out with his ex girlfriend. Was this a test? He felt he was in dangerous territory and no matter how he answered it wouldn’t be right.

“Oh Kaitlin. I don’t know.”

“We’ll think about it. I’m okay with it.”

They ate breakfast in relative silence until Kaitlin left him to shower and pack for her trip. Mat sat down in front of the tv, and absently flicked through the channels, not really watching what was on it. His mind started to rewind.

Music was blaring through Katie’s Miller’s house. While the rest of the guys on the team were yelling and carrying on about winning, mat and Leighton were out talking quietly. The ride to the house had been short, too short to have real conversation and he had been dying to get her alone since then. She looked so damn pretty leaning forward against the railing of the deck.

“You played good tonight.” She said smiling “Or at least I’m pretty sure you did. Right?” He laughed. It was kind of endearing and actually nice that she didn’t know anything about the sport. Sometimes he felt a tremendous amount of pressure to perform because of the promise of making it to the nhl. He didn’t have to be Mat Barzal NHL hopeful with her. He could just be Mat.

Before he could answer the party goers behind them started chanting and they turned to see Cody and some other guys assisting Ginny in doing a keg stand. Leighton rolled her eyes.

“She’s a real piece of work eh?”

“Eh? What is that a Canadian thing?” She teased. Mat blushed.

“I guess.”

“It’s cute. I like it.”

I like you. He thought to himself.

“So how did you and Ginny meet?”

“I sit next to her in English class. We were partners for a project.”

“I’m surprised someone else didn’t try to fight you for it. Boys break their necks just to talk to her.”

“So I’ve noticed. I don’t know….she’s cool, but I’m a little more interested in someone else.”

She quirked an eyebrow “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

Feeling bold, both from the beer and from the high of victory, he smiled at her and shrugged “ There’s this cute little blonde she hangs out with that caught my eye in Math class. In fact. I’m pretty sure that I’m failing because I spend so much time looking at her.”

Leighton let out a small laugh and turned to him, hair spilling over her shoulders. She turned her head to the side and looked up at him through her eyelashes. Gosh they were long, and her eyes were so big and caught the light every time she blinked.

“I’m sure she probably thinks your pretty cute too.” She said quietly bringing him back down to earth.

“That’s really funny, because I’ve been thinking about kissing her.”

“Okay I’m ready to leave.” Mat jumped as Kaitlin set her suitcase down on the hardwood. She was smiling at him as she pulled her coat on and shook out her hair. He stood to kiss her and say goodbye. There was a cab waiting to take her to the airport.

“I love you.” She said wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love you too. Have a safe trip.”

“Mmmm. Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone.”

“Never.” He said running his hands up her back “just gonna hang with Tito probably.”

He didn’t miss the look of distaste that crossed her face and it annoyed him a little bit. Kaitlin had this idea that Beau would break them up or something and he wasn’t really sure why.

“We’ll have fun at your team thing. Are you going to ask Leighton to come?”

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe.”

They chatted for a few more minutes before she kissed him one last time and walked out the door to the cab. He pulled his phone out, opening his contact list up and scrolling to Leighton’s phone number. He debated for several seconds before closing her contact and then opening it again.

Hey. It’s Mat. There’s a thing on Friday and Kaitlin is out of town. She suggested I ask you. I thought maybe we could do dinner or something beforehand? I’d really like to catch up.

She responded soon enough for him to be hopeful, but long enough for him to sweating out her response.

Sure. That sounds nice. What time?

*******

“So it’s a date?” Beau said nudging her several times. Ginny was sitting on her other side and let out a small chuckle. Beau had insisted on taking them to lunch, waiting around while they both showered and got ready. Leighton had a feeling that he not only wanted some gossip, but he was trying to gauge how much charm it would take to win Ginny over.

“It’s not a date. Just a dinner between old friends.” Leighton said sipping her water.

“Old friends who used to bang.”

Leighton nearly choked on her water and felt her cheeks get red. Sending Ginny a glare she stabbed at a piece of chicken with her fork.

She was looking forward to spending some time with him. Sober. But she was also painfully aware that it was strictly dinner between friends. Even though she wasn’t around, he did still have a fiancé. Even though Beau reminded her “She’s awful.” It didn’t change that she existed.

That didn’t stop her from pulling out all the stops though. She spent some extra time on her hair and makeup, and pulled on her favorite black sweater and dark jeans and boots.

Ginny was out somewhere, but had also been invited and would meet her there later. She hurried out of her apartment, and by the time she made it to the front of her building Mat was waiting there, leaning against his car. He looked up, and blinked at her for several seconds before he smiled.

“Hi. You look nice. Ready?”

She felt like she was going to throw up as he opened her door and guided her into the car with his hand on her lower back. While he drove them to wherever they were going, she really looked at him. He was so different yet the same. Same eyes and smile, but his hair was longer and the years in the NHL had given him extra muscle.

“Stop staring at me.” He said, giving her the side eye, but he was smiling.

She chuckled and looked out the window at the buildings “ So where are we going?”

“To dinner.”

“Okay but where?”

“In a restaurant? Where else would we be going?”

She rolled her eyes “Your so annoying.”

“You haven’t seen me in four years and your telling me I’m annoying? That’s hurts L.”

She felt a tiny pang at the nickname he used to call her, and he must have too because his smile faded a bit and he cleared his throat.

“Uhm anyway…So where is Kaitlin tonight?”

“Uhm. She’s on a work trip in Florida or something. She said I should ask you to come to this thing. If I didn’t Beau would have thrown a tantrum.”

She smiled “I like Beau. He’s funny.”

Mat knew she meant as a friend but he felt a tiny twinge of jealousy. He wanted to be the one making her laugh, not Beau.

“I’m really glad you guys get along. He and Kaitlin don’t always.”

Leighton pursed her lips “Yeah I’ve noticed. What’s that about?”

Mat shrugged “Honestly, I’m really not sure. They’ve just never gotten along. It’s not easy, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve never had to deal with it before.”

In high school, his friends and teammates loved Leighton, and loved them together. It had been easy and when Beau and Kaitlin ended up on bad terms, Mat didn’t know what to do.

“I’m sorry Mat. That must be tough.”

“It is. But enough about that.” He said parking the car and turning to her smiling “Lets go. I want to catch up with you tonight, and not talk about that.”

*********

“Did you break up with Kaitlin. My man!” Mat turned as Jordan slapped him jovially on the shoulder, big smile on his face.

“Did I what?no.”

His smile faded and he frowned, looking confused “Well then who’s that?” Mat sighed. Leighton had been friendly and charming to all his teammates she had met so far. Her big smile and soft eyes drew people in like a magnet.

“That’s Leighton.” A collective gasp went up around the table. Most of his teammates knew about Leighton in some form.

“Leighton as in the girl you asked to marry-“

“Yes Marty let’s just not go there.”

“Does Kaitlin know she’s here?”

Mat opened his mouth to answer, but Beau spoke first “Who cares?”

Jordan and Marty laughed, both shaking their heads.

“We’ll I have to say Barz this is one I like. I’m so happy you moved on from Kaitlin.” Sydney had now joined them, smiling widely at him, missing Marty shaking his head at her trying to catch her attention. Beau started laughing and Jordan was smirking as he watched Sydney furrow her eyebrows and look between them.

“What’s so funny?”

“He didn’t dump Kaitlin. That’s his ex girlfriend.” Marty mumbled in her ear. Her eyes widened and she chuckled awkwardly and gave him an apologetic look.

“Oh. I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“Do you guys really dislike her that much.” He looked around the table. They wouldn’t meet his eyes but they all shrugged.

“It’s not that she just isn’t- what we would expect.” Sydney said choosing her words carefully “This one.” She said jerking her head in Leighton’s direction “Is more someone I could see you with.”

“Plus she has a smoking hot friend.” Beau added in. Ginny had just arrived, greeting Leighton at the bar and ordering a drink. Sydney rolled her eyes.

Matt spent the rest of the evening not really listening to what anyone was saying. He could t believe how much his team and their wives and girlfriends disliked Kaitlin. The more he thought about things the more he realized he had been missing all the signs. Kaitlin rarely came to games and when she did she always brought a work friend and didn’t sit with the other girls. She never went to any WAG gatherings or out with them for dinner or drinks. And here was Leighton, someone who had been absent for 4 years, fitting seamlessly into the mix, laughing and joking with them over drinks. It didn’t add up and it was frustrating. It was even more frustrating when he found her leaned over the bar top talking with the bartender.

Tall, black hair, well built. She definitely had a type.

He cleared his throat as he approached, causing her to turn to him. It was almost 1 am, and he was mad and tired.

“ Hey, it’s getting late. Are you ready?” She turned and smiled at him but shook her head.

“Actually.” She glanced at the bartender “ I think I’m gonna stay.” The bartender was giving him a smug look. He had watched him give Leighton one too many once overs and flirty smiles, and he wanted nothing more than to punch the guy in the face for doing it, which didn’t make any sense.

She was his ex girlfriend. He had moved on, why couldn’t she? She was too good, too special to be thinking about going home with a bartender with bad tattoos and no real value for her. He couldn’t tell her not to, but he could try.

Mat reached for her hand pulling her to him “ He’s not good enough for you.” He whispered and turned walking through the crowd and put into the night air. Leighton stood mouth open watching him leave.

“So anyway I get off in-“ the bartender said leaning forward but Leighton had walked away from him, following Mat outside. Who did he think he was? He couldn’t say that to her. He was engaged, and here he was trying to make her feel bad about flirting with a guy she wasn’t even going to call again.

He was on his phone ordering an Uber when he heard the door bang open.

“Hey!” He spun to find Leighton standing on the steps hands balled into fists at her sides. She looked angry, her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed.

“Don’t say things like that to me!”

“Leighton I-“

“He’s not good enough for you? I don’t need you inside my head anymore. It’s not up to you to decide that for me. You have fiancé, you moved on. Why can’t I ?”

“I didn’t mean it that way, I just meant -“

“No! I don’t care how you meant it. It’s not fair to me and it’s not fair to kaitlin either!” She gave him one last glare before she stormed back inside.

He let his head fall back and huffed out a breath. He knew he was being stupid, and unfair to everyone including himself. He slipped into his Uber mind going a million miles a minute.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

********

“I’m ready to leave.” Ginny turned and found Leighton flushed and angry behind her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just ready to leave.”

“Okay.” Without a seconds hesitation she tossed her drink back, and paid her tab following Leighton out the front of the bar. As soon as the door shut Leighton exploded. She was talking so fast and so angrily Ginny could barely understand what she was saying but got the gist of it.

“And then he said ‘He’s not good enough for you’. What the hell does that even mean? He can’t say that to me!”

“Oh you two. I wish you could just both realize you still love each other and fix this whole mess.”

“I don’t love him.” Leighton said scoffing and folding her arms as they walked and argued.

“Oh my god, shut up L. Be honest about this for once in your life.”

“I’m done taking about this.” She snapped. They walked the rest of the way in silence each slamming their bedroom doors. They threw themselves into bed, stewing for a few moments before pulling out their phones. They both had multiple notifications, tagged posts and follow requests from various teammates and wives. Leighton liked them all, even making plans for shopping with a few and she and Ginny had been invited to dinner with others. She sighed and rolled over, tossing her phone aside, before she spoke out loud to the darkness.

“I hate you Mat Barzal.”

********

1,339 miles away Kaitlin washed her face and go ready for bed in her hotel room. She settled in and pulled her phone out as she turned the tv on and flicked the lamp off. She scrolled through Instagram and immediately noticed several groupings of photos from some of the other wags. She scrolled through a feeling of dread coming over her.

Leighton and Ginny were both in many of the photos, smiling and toasting with drinks like they had known them forever. They looked so natural, like it was where they belonged. All the wags had already followed both of them, commenting back and forth and arranging to get together. She got more annoyed as she scrolled but when she scrolled to the last picture she got angry.

Mat and Leighton were standing smiling at each other, a candid photo taken by Lauren Eberle. He was looking at Leighton like Kaitlin had always wanted him to look at her. She closed the app, and put the phone down, blinking away angry tears.

Things were going to change when she got back to Long Island.

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secretobsessionstuff · 3 years ago

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aah i’m so happy you’re taking requests for those, they’re perfect for your ocs!! can you please write 36+ 40 + 72 + 92 for micah and alexi with sick alexi? i know it’s a weird combination so you can add something if you want! also i would love a full length fic if you are up for it and wouldn’t mind writing it, but i’m totally okay with a drabble too

I agree that the entire list is perfect!! Thanks for the request! This is in no way a drabble lol. Prompts taken from THIS lovely post.

36: "Are you crying? Gosh, you really feel rough, huh?"

40: "I'm not mad. I'm just really worried about you."

72: “You’re dizzy? Here, sit down.”

92: "I can't pull over right now... Oh gosh, it's happening. Okay. That's okay. Just let it out, man. Don't worry. We can clean it up. It's okay."

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CW: Graphic description of vomiting. Includes blood and head injury!

Alexi moaned in the passenger seat. The world was spinning and also moving passed him at 50 kilometers an hour. The pain and nausea was so intense that he just wanted to put his head between his knees and sleep until the colours stopped blending into one another. His head throbbed to the beat of his racing heart.

With one hand on the wheel and the other on his boyfriend’s back, Micah tried to offer as much comfort as he could while trying not to crash the car. They didn’t need another emergency. “Lexi, baby, I know it hurts, but you have to keep your head above your heart.”

It sounded like some sort of inspirational bullshit. It wasn’t. Micah wasn’t telling Alexi how to live his life to the fullest; he was telling him how to lessen the flow of blood from his head.

“Ça fait mal,” Alexi whined while lifting his head back up. It hurts, is what he said in his first language. Micah hoped that Alexi switched to French as a response to pain, and not because the head wound knocked the English out of him. At least he was calm enough to listen to instructions.

As he faced the outside once again, he groaned because the greenish colours of the grass decided to swap places with the blueish colours of the sky. His belly decided to churn like the colours. “I’m really nauseous.”

Micah held onto his shoulder while he drove. “I know, I—” Micah stopped midsentence as he noticed the bloodied towel had once again fallen onto his boyfriend’s lap. “—Alexi, I told you to keep pressure on it.” He picked up the bath towel and held it against the boy’s head of wet hair.

Perhaps an explanation was in order.

As you probably pieced together already, Micah was driving Alexi to the hospital for the concussion he gave himself. Alexi’s hair was wet and dripping water onto his shoulders because he gave himself said concussion by slipping in the shower. Based off that information, you might be able to see why he was holding a towel to his bleeding head.

At first, Micah had thought that Alexi had simply knocked over a bunch of shampoo bottles. But then his boyfriend called out to him in a shaky voice. There was only a small smear of blood on the shower wall, but even that was too much. Normally their shower didn’t have any blood at all on its walls. So, you understand why both boys got very scared very quickly.

With trembling hands, Micah had helped Alexi—who was thankfully conscious—out of the shower. It was a slippery and awkward ordeal as he tried to keep pressure on Alexi’s head with a towel while also drying him off so they could go to the ER.

While struggling to get Alexi’s still-damp body into clothes, Micah kept asking if he blacked out. Alexi didn’t know if he passed out. He couldn’t remember. Maybe that was all the answer they needed.

Back in the car, Micah was hardly paying attention to the road. It was difficult to keep pressure on his stubborn boyfriend’s head, while also keeping him relaxed, and searching for something on the floor. “Lexi, where did you put the bag of mangoes?”

Oh, one more little detail: Micah had hastily grabbed a frozen bag of mangoes from the freezer, and it wasn’t because he wanted to make a smoothie on the way to the hospital. He had wrapped it up in the towel and had given it to Alexi to hold against the bump forming on his head.

“It’s somewhere on the floor,” Alexi mumbled. “Please don’t make me reach for it. Besides, it’s not very cold anymore.”

Micah dropped the mango issue and started to wonder if he should have called an ambulance. Surely the paramedics would have better equipment than frozen fruit. At the time, Micah was convinced that he could get Alexi to the hospital before the ambulance would have even showed up. Now, as his boyfriend whimpered in pain and shivered from the nausea, he wished he had just waited for the professionals.

Alexi held the towel against his head and winced at every bump in the road. The contents of his stomach sloshed nauseatingly like water against the side of a ship. He wondered if this was how Micah felt when he got his migraines. He didn’t say it out loud, but he was sure that his situation was worse. Winning this imaginary contest of who suffered the most did not make him feel better.

He wrapped his free arm around his belly as a wave of pain pulsed through his skull. “Ugh, Micah, I think I might throw up.”

Micah looked around worriedly at the busy the lanes of traffic that blocked him from the side of the road. “Uh…how soon?”

With a deathly pale face and a hand over his mouth, Alexi mumbled, “I’ll let you know.”

“Alright, good.”

Alexi swallowed thickly. “Okay, now.”

“What! Now?” Micah exclaimed. “Well, thanks for letting me know so far in advance.”

“Can you pull over?” Alexi asked, growing increasingly worried as saliva filled his mouth

"I can't pull over right now—” Micah began as he scanned for a chance to change lanes. He didn’t need to worry about finishing his sentence because the sound of Alexi heaving made whatever he was about to say obsolete. His boyfriend dropped the towel as vomit pushed against the hand that covered his mouth.

Micah bounced in his seat. “Oh gosh, it's happening. Okay. That's okay. Just let it out, man. Don't worry. We can clean it up. It's okay.”

With another harsh retch, Alexi moved his hand way from his mouth, letting vomit spill onto his lap. It rushed past his lips in a torrent of reddish-brown that burned his throat. The red wasn’t blood—only remnants of the strawberry jam he had that morning. But Alexi sure felt like every part of him was bleeding. He could feel the blood pulsing in his ears and behind his eyes. And all along, his head continued to throb.

He brought up another gush before Micah had the chance to stop the car. They could have kept driving but Alexi and the seat were getting covered in sick. Not only that, but Alexi’s breathing turned shallow and erratic.

So, Micah parked on the side of the road. A few minutes out of the car wouldn’t kill him. Micah knew of people who went days without doing anything about their concussions. He was pretty sure that giving Alexi time to breathe was a better option than letting him hyperventilate in the gross, hot car.

Alexi stumbled out the door, nearly falling over as his feet met the ground.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Micah said as he came around the front. He caught Alexi just in time to save him from face planting in the puddle of vomit that he made at his feet. “I’ve got you,” he said breathlessly.

Alexi’s stomach only had a little left to give. He kept his eyes shut while vomiting the last bit. He really had no clue which way was up, though he hoped that he was aiming towards the ground. Micah’s arms around his body was the only thing keeping him upright.

He gave a giant sigh as the nausea finally receded. He dared to open his eyes, but his vision was blurry and smudged with black around the edges.

“How you doing?” Micah asked, loosening his grip. Alexi stood by himself for only a moment before swaying to the side and nearly toppling over. Micah grabbed him before he could hit his head again. “Ooh not very steady. You’re dizzy? Here, sit down.” Micah lowered Alexi onto the ground and sat right next to him.

The boy put his knees up and buried his head between his legs. “Oh God. Micah, make it stop.” He didn’t know what exactly he wanted stopped. Maybe it was the pain. Or the nausea still swirling in his gut. Or the ringing in his ears. Or the fuzzy texture to everything he was seeing.

But it was probably the pain.

Micah was feeling much calmer than he was a few minutes ago. Sitting down to catch their breaths was helping him feel more in control. Now all he had to do was convince Alexi that he wasn’t dying, that the pain wouldn’t last forever.

“It’ll stop soon,” he said with a steady voice. “We’ll sit here for a few more minutes, then get back in the car. I promise everything is going to be fine. Everything is—Hey? Are you crying?” He tried getting a better angle to see Alexi’s face. He could hear the boy sniffling and feel his back quiver. “Gosh, you really feel rough, huh?”

Alexi sniffled loudly and lifted his head up. “Of course, I feel rough. There’s blood coming out of my head.” He paused and looked down shyly. The saddest expression came over his face. “But also…”

“But what?” Micah asked softly.

Alexi wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist. “I feel like you’re mad.”

"What? Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know,” Alexi shrugged. “You were kinda yelling in the car, and then I made a gigantic mess. And I just feel like—”

“Hey, hey,” Micah said, grabbing Alexi’s hands, “I’m not mad. I’m just really worried about you.”

Micah thought that he was getting himself under control, but he hadn’t stopped shaking since seeing the blood on the shower wall.

It was easier to focus on little tasks rather than imagining all the things that could go wrong. So, he focused on keeping pressure on the wound. He focused on the fucking bag of frozen mangoes. He focused on holding Alexi up so he wouldn’t fall over. Now all he wanted to focus on was getting Alexi to the hospital.

“Come on,” he said, helping his boyfriend off the ground. “Let’s keep driving. And if I start to raise my voice, just remind me that your head hurts a wee bit.”

Alexi chuckled. “The blood and vomit won’t remind you?”

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mojoomojojo · 3 years ago

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Does your need to pee ever get worse when you're waiting for the shower to warm up? I know mine does. It's probably a combination of Pavlov + the sound of the water and the heat.

But I always pee in the shower, particularly in the morning. So I'll get out of bed, have to pee, figure I'll hold it til I get in, listen to the water splash, and then I REALLY have to go. I have before danced around literally INCHES FROM A TOILET desperate to go because I just don't feel like touching the dirty lid.

But that release always feels amazing when you get in, huh? The sensation of all that hot water dripping down your body, relaxing every single muscle as you let your bladder go. The pressure release, the sensation and sight of it dripping down and mixing with the water in the tub, it's all so lovely. Don't you think?

How you holding up?

oooh yeah it does!! it's like the water and the warmth and conditioning like you say

oh gosh

im um

rocking and squirming a lot it's starting to take concentration here

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melissa-kenobi · 4 years ago

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Hey Melissa, how are you?? Can I request some of these smut prompts for Din Djarin or Fives?

11. "You know how to make me cum, so do it already."

53. "Do you think we could... try that again sometime?"

Thank you!

Hii Anon 💕

Kay, I chose Din for this one, only because I adore him and thought this would be fun for him! Ahh also this is alot longer than I thought it was gonna be, whoops! xx

Prompt Fic

God, was he infuriating or what?? He always did this, supposedly for your safety.

Safety my ass.

Despite being trained and brought up as a Mandalorian, you obviously knew how to fight, you were practically raised a warrior from birth - so to have Din shove you out the way while he took the blast was an outrage to you. You growled so loudly that it was heard from your modulator and Din turned around to face you. He did that little helmet tilt which nearly made you question whether you should be angry at him or not.

But you didn't. You were staying on track.

"Hey, riddur?" He asked watching, as you rolled over and got up. "Are you okay?"

You rolled your eyes under your helmet, kicking the snow in anger as you stomped off in the direction of the Razor Crest. Din tilted his helmet to the side in confusion as he watched you walk away, your fists clenched as your feet pressed heavily in the snow. Din knew you were angry with the way you had disregarded him and didn't even help him with the bounty. Usually you were more than happy to help drag him back to the Crest.

A blast was fired from behind Din, and before he could react, you had already pulled out your blaster and shot the bounty twice in the thigh and arm - causing him to fall to the ground as he let out a pained groan. Once again Din watched his wife with curious eyes before she stormed off, blaster twisted back into her holder without so much of a word or glance to Din.

He made sure you were safe though, watching as you climbed into the Crest - before cuffing the bounty and dragging him towards you. He slung the man over his shoulder as he dragged him through the snow.

"Looks like she's pissed..." The bounty remarked, a grin plastered across his face.

Din's head whipped round to the bounty as he glared at him from behind the mask. "What? I'm just saying what I see mate!"

Din grunted in response, before throwing a punch to the bounties face, knocking him out cold.

***

After loading the bounty into the back, Din walked around the ship, in search of his wife. His angry wife. He eventually found her in the cockpit, their little green baby slept in her arms as she caressed his ear, humming a soft tune - lulling Grogu to sleep. His wife's helmet was off, as was his, her hair let down as it framed her face, her eyes downcast as she slowly swayed the baby.

"Hey cyar'ika..." Din whispered as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on his son's forehead, before looking back up to place one his wife's lips before she turned away from him, his lips landing on her cheek instead.

"Y/N... are yo-"

"I'll put Grogu back in his stroller." You whispered, eyes avoiding Din as you got up, arms wrapped securely around the baby as you left Din confused in the cockpit.

***

After a while in the cockpit, waiting for you to return, Din grew restless, he was still confused as to why on earth you were avoiding him. Putting the Crest on auto, he left the cockpit in search for you, after knowing you for more than 5 years and being married for 3, he knew exactly where you were. He stripped down out of his clothes, his armour left on the side in a chunky pile before he threw his brown shirt on the pile. The rest of his clothing slowly landing onto the pile too.

The rushing sound of the water filled Din's ears as he inched closer to the washer, your soft humming slowly becoming louder as he slid open the door, you back was to him, giving him the best view of your backside as he slipped in - the door slamming shut as he wrapped his arms around your waist, head dropping to your shoulder as he lay soft kisses on the side of your neck. The heat of his body warming your own as you felt his cock rub against your backside, you already knew he was hard and boy did that turn you on.

"Why are you avoiding me mesh'la?"

You kept quiet.

"Mesh'la...? Have I done something wrong?"

Gosh, no his voice, that tone. He was doubting himself, you knew it. Oh boy, how you wanted to cave and tell him it wasn't his fault and that you were just being silly - that you just wanted to prove yourself.

But you didn't. You couldn't.

"Y/N... I have, haven't I? Tell me riddur, we can work it out."

It was strange how Din was speaking more than you right now, but you wanted him to understand, that he didn't need to do everything himself.

"Please talk to me cyare..." Din mumbled, turning you around in his arms so he could see your face. His hand softly lifting your chin up before he locked eyes with yours, his forehead resting upon yours as the water trickled over both your bodies.

The minute your eyes locked, you were a gonner. Your eyes filled with tears as you sobbed. Why you were crying, you had no idea. But the words coming out your mouth made no sense to you, but seemingly did to Din.

"I'm sorry Din.. I w-was just so angry... I-i ... y-you just ... I was there and y-you ... "

It finally clicked for him.

"Mesh'la, I was trying to protect you."

"I don-" Din cut you off, not finished with what he was saying.

"I know you don't, but as your riddur, it's my duty to make sure that my aliit is safe. I can't have y-"

"Din, I am more than capable of taking care of myself, I am a Mandalorian, I've been raised as a warrior, I know, and you know that I could have got that bounty. Without your help."

"I know. I-i ... I just wanted you to be safe. I'm sorry, I'll try not to next time, but if I see you or the kid in danger, I don't care." Din promised, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you riddur." You leaned up, kissing those soft, tender lips of his as he cradles you into his naked body. Your breasts seemingly pressing up against his hardened muscular body, making Din feel hot all over as he unconsciously grinded into your thigh.

Din let out a strangled moan as he felt your soft grip trail down his back before gripping his cock in your hands as you slowly pumped him, teasing the tip of his cock with your forefinger.

"Let me make it up to you mesh'la, let me take of you." You whispered into his ear as you trailed kisses down his neck, and across his chest, your hand still pumping him torturously slow.

"Kriff... mesh'la, please..."

"You always take such good care of us... let me repay you Din." You swiftly used your other hand and pushed him back against the wall, the water now dripping on his chest as you trailed a finger down his chest, past his belly button and right to the place where he wanted you. You eyes his cock carefully, it was beautifully awaiting your touch, the tip always brimming with pre-cum as Din curled his fingers into your hair while you dropped to your knees.

"Cyar'ika, y-you ... you don't h-have to ... "

"I want to Din. I want to take care of you like the way you do for me, like you do for our aliit."

Din swallowed hardly before giving you a small nod, his eyes focused on you as your lips neared his tip. Your tongue slipping out to lick the pre-cum, both of you moaning in pleasure, you at the salty, sweet taste of him - and Din at the warmth your mouth provided. His hand already tightening around your hair as you pulled him in, inch by inch, your mouth was already ready for him, wanting to taste him, bringing him to the blink of orgasm before you pulled away.

"Cyare ... I-i ..." Din let out a series of curses in Mando'a, his hand clenching your hair tightly as you sucked on him, the remained of what couldn't fit in your mouth was being pumped by your left hand as you right held into his thigh for support.

You pulled away, licking the tip of his cock before moving to the side, dragging the flat of your tongue against his thick vein, knowing Din was already close to finishing.

"Are you close riddur?" You teased, your hand cupping his balls in your hand as you rolled them gently, applying slight pressure when he didn't reply.

"You know how to make me cum, mesh'la ... so do it ... I c-can't..." Din trailed off, eyes wide with lust as he watched you tease him. "I need you ... "

Immediately you were back on his cock, sucking him dry as he bucked his hips into your mouth, the hand in your hair holding your head still as he fucked your mouth, his cock slipping in and out, the feel of your tongue flicker across his tip as you hollowed your cheeks, making it harder for Din to concentrate. "Kriff ... cyar'ika, I'm close ... I n-need ..."

Reaching over to cup his balls once more you played them them as you felt Din's hips stutter, his grip on your hair tightened as he stilled, filling your mouth with his cum. He let out a low groan of your name, alongside some curses as he came. You swallowed it down whole, lips sucking him dry as you milked every single drop. Pulling away from you, you glanced and up and watched your husbands face, his eyes focused on your as he admired you before picking you up off the floor and wrapping your legs around him.

He leaned in for a kiss, tasting himself on you as you moaned, threading your hands into his hair. "I want you to fuck me Din..." You mumbled into his mouth.

Din let out a small huff before shutting off the shower and walking you towards your shared bed. "Give me a few minutes mesh'la.." You could already feel his softened cock hardening again, as you rubbed your naked pussy against him causing him to stop in his tracks and watch you.

"Mesh'la ... " He warned.

"Do you think we could t-try that again sometime?" You asked shyly.

"I'd love to riddur."

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