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clemswinecorner · 2 months ago

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Neat [George Clarkey]

Summary: George and Y/N are dating, but no one is aware. It can make going out with their friends a bit... weird, a bit risky, but it works.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: sexual innuendos and alcohol, other than that it's fine

I'm in love with this man so here's a fic!

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“We’re getting drinks, are you staying here?” Chris shouts over the loud Spanish music of whatever club they are in. Y/N looks around, seeing Arthur Television chatting with a couple of friends and Callum and Chip laughing with some guy they met when they went out some other time. “I’ll go with,” she gestures, and Chris nods as he follows George to the bar, occasionally checking if she’s still behind him. Although it was a Friday night, it was still relatively early, so the club wasn’t extremely busy yet. It was busy enough to have fun, but early enough to still be able to have a conversation with no interruptions, so they easily made their way over to the bar. As they arrive at the bar Chris starts speaking to the bartender, having heard everyone’s orders, and she softly puts her hand on George’s shoulder. He turns to her surprised, relaxing when he sees her. “Oh, I didn’t know you were walking with us!” She smiles, “Yeah, the rest was all in conversation anyway,” she explains, and he nods. Chris turns to the pair, “Do you want a pint?” He asks George, who contemplates his options before nodding. “Yeah. You as well?” He looks at the girl next to him, nodding. “Yes, but I also want to do tequila shots. Oh, and did you get a Guinness for Hill?” Chris looks at her surprised, “Wait, no, I didn’t, where is he anyway?” He asks before moving back to the bartender. “Could I get another 3 pints and a Guinness, please. Are we doing the shots now?” Chris turns to George and Y/N, who quickly make eye contact, before nodding. “Yeah, I’m down,” George answers, and Chris turns back to the bartender. “And three tequila shots, please, we’ll do those first and then take those other drinks back if that’s alright,” You look at George as you wait for the bartender. “Arthur went to the bathroom. You enjoying your night so far?” She asks, leaning closer. He nods, looking down at her, their faces a little too close for it to simply be friendly. Y/N glances towards Chris, tapping his phone on the card reader with the shots and limes already in front of him. “Yeah. What are you doing tonight, going to Becky’s?” She shakes her head, “No, she has to leave early tomorrow so she wouldn’t stay out too long. I’m not sure, why do you ask?” He shrugs, with a hint of a smile on his face. “Just thinking,” he says, moving away from her as Chris turns around. She sends him a knowing smirk as Chris hands out the shots. “Salt, babe, we need salt,” she tells him, and George is already leaning over the bar to grab one of the salt shakers. Y/N and Chris lick their palms and George twists some salt on them, “Okay, you do it for me,” he says, looking at the girl next to him. “What, d’you want her to lick you?” Chris chuckles, making a blush appear on the younger’s face, not realising the implications. “No, I meant like, the salt, not, what?!” He stutters, and Chris laughs even harder as she smiles, taking the salt from him. “Hurry up then, I want to take these shots!”

It’s busier by the time they’ve had a few rounds of drinks and shots. George was still relatively sober looking, having a fairly high tolerance, and Y/N wanted to be semi-responsible, going a bit easy. Unlike some of their other friends, who were already dancing— most of them dragged away by a drunk Chris, telling them how boring they were sitting around. Because their friends were all on the dance floor —or god knows where else in the club— George and Y/N didn’t really try to hide their affection. They were sitting together, her leg on his lap, one of his hands on her thigh and a drink in the other. “Are you staying at mine tonight?” He asks, and she nods. “Yeah, if the other boys don’t mind. Can’t really do anything then, though,” she says, and he shrugs. “It’d be weirder if I went to yours, I think, and with your roommates and stuff. Either way, I was thinking, maybe we could go out tomorrow? Grab a coffee, maybe have a cute little date?” He asks, just loud enough for her to hear. She chuckles, “You can’t get enough of me, can you? My roommates will be out tomorrow night, if you want to come over. We could make that taco thing you send me?” She suggests, and now he’s the one teasing her. “What were you saying about can’t get enough?” She rolls her eyes as he squeezes her waist. “Whatever, then I’ll make it by myself,” she says, and now he’s the one rolling his eyes. “I do have to hit the gym tomorrow, but you can leave whilst I’m gone, and we’ll meet for coffee after. Then do groceries and go back to yours?” She nods at his suggestion, “Yeah, sounds good. I have some work I planned to do tomorrow so that works perfect for me as well.” He frowns when she suddenly moves her legs away from his, turning towards him in a more casual way as she looks towards the dance floor. He follows her line of eyesight, explaining her change in behaviour, and looks back at her. “Are we letting Chris drag us away?” He asks as the mentioned man makes his way over. She smiles at their friend's clearly drunken state, “Yeah, someone has to look out for him. I could use some fun as well,” she says, and he fakes offence. “Is sitting in the corner of the club with me not fun enough for you?” She laughs, “Of course it is,” she leans closer to his face, as they both laugh, ready to kiss, before Chris’ voice brings them back to reality. They share a quick look, realising they almost got caught, and look over at their friend, that bumped into one of the tables and was cursing it out. They both have to hold in their laughs, as he makes his way over. “It’s funny, it almost looked like you were kissing from there, imagine how crazy that would be,” The two share a look once again, both aware Chris will have forgotten this by the morning. “Yeah, imagine. Hey, do you wanna dance again, or did you come here just because?” She asks, brushing off his comment. George chuckles as Chris enthusiastically nods, “yeah, c’mon!” He says, already turning around. George follows, holding his hand for her to grab, in order to not lose each other. No other reason, of course. She takes it with a smile, as Chris leads them through the crowd. Right when they reach their other friends, the first notes to Maneater are heard, and George turns around, already expecting the big smile on Y/N’s face. “Oh my god, this is a banger!”

The way home went by fast, if you asked Chris and Arthur. They split off relatively quickly with their other friends, some staying at the club and some sharing an Uber home. Chris, Arthur, George and Y/N decided to simply walk back since it was, in theory, only twenty minutes, and it was nice to be in the fresh air for a bit. Chris and Arthur, both still in a drunken state, were giggling joking around, as George and Y/N walked behind them. “I feel like we’re very much being the parents, right now,” Y/N jokes, already on their way for twenty minutes and still being at least ten minutes away, and George chuckles as they walk with their arms interlocked. They knew their friends wouldn’t think much of it, both of them always being affectionate with their friends even sober, and the pair were also too drunk to realise it could mean something. “Don’t act like it hasn’t been the other way around, do I have to remind you of the XIX party two weeks ago?” She gasps at the memory, where she was in a very similar state as Chris was right this moment, and he was making endless fun of her. “Okay, well. You didn’t have to say that. Next time, I won’t come back to your place then,” she says, reminding him of what happened the morning after. “Hey, I wasn’t complaining!” She chuckles, as she looks at the boys in front of them crossing the road.

They walk in silence for a while, before Y/N speaks up. “Do you think they have any idea this is happening?” She wonders, looking at him. He looks at his roommates and back at her, confused by her question, “About what?” She looks at the boys. “Us. That we’re like, dating,” He turns to her as they stop at the traffic light, waiting for the cars to drive by. “I don’t know. Do you want them to?” He studies her face, trying to find an answer somewhere. She shrugs. “I don’t know, it’s more like… I don’t know, Chris comment made me think. They’re your roommates, I know we’re being a bit careful, but they know the both of us so well. But also, if they knew, would they have said something?” George takes in a deep breath. He looks at the boys walking a couple of meters in front of them, not having realised the other two had to stop at the crossing. “Sometimes I think Arthur might know, from my side at least. He hasn’t said it, but I think he just thinks I haven’t realised, but I obviously have,” she looks up at him curiously. “Realised what?” He turns to her with a soft look in his eyes. “How in love with you I am,” he simply says. Her eyes widen a bit— this was unfamiliar territory for them. He realises too, as he looks away from her again. “Shit, sorry, that, okay, that was quite-,” She immediately interrupts, as she stops them from walking any further. “I’m in love with you too. Like, actually,” He looks at her, a genuine smile on both their faces. “Okay. Okay, good,” he simply says, as they get closer to each other. She giggles, “yeah?”, she asks, and he nods, “yeah, very good.” They both smile as they kiss each other, lost in their own worlds, before they hear their names being called. “Oh my god, I forgot about them,” George says annoyed, but still with a smile. She laughs, “Yeah, okay, maybe this wasn’t the best place and time for this, but it’s fine. We should definitely get to them before they take the wrong turn,” he laughs and nods, giving her one last quick kiss.

George grabs her hand, but quickly lets it go again as they go around the corner, where their friends are waiting. “Finally!” Arthur exclaims as Chris is leaning against him. “Jesus, what were you doing, shagging each other? Should’ve done that in the bathroom,” Chris jokes, and they awkwardly laugh. Their friends were too drunk to remember the specific comment in the morning, but Y/N doesn’t miss the way Arthur inspects George's face. “Traffic light. Alright, c’mon boys, I want to sleep,” Y/N answers, getting the group to walk on again. “I think you’re right about Arthur,” she softly tells George, who looks down at her with a questioning face. “That he knows you like me. Doesn’t have a clue we’re actually together though, I think,” she explains, and he nods, sighing softly before turning towards her again. “Do you want them to know?” He asks, and she’s somewhat surprised by the question. “I don’t know. I mean, I wouldn’t mind them knowing, like, I don’t care, but… I think it’s neat, us being like this — without anyone interfering with our relationship. I love them, but I also love this little thing we have going on, you know,” she explains, and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, me too,” she inspects his face, trying to find a sign of dishonesty. “You know, if you’re sick of having this relationship being a secret I don’t mind telling them, if that’s what you want,” he looks over at her with a smile. “No, it’s not that. It would make things easier, but once they know we can’t go back, you know?” She nods, looking at their friends, oblivious to the conversation the couple behind them is having. “I think we should just… Let them figure it out. Hide it, but you know, care a little less? If they find out, they find out,” She suggests. He nods, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. “Yeah, that sounds great. When they ask why I’m so happy tomorrow I’ll say it’s because I had some godly pussy,” she rolls her eyes and pushes him away chuckling. “You’re horrible,” she exclaims, and he just laughs, “You love me!” He says as they approach the boys' flat. She shakes her head, “Unfortunately, I do.”

#george clarkey #george clarke x reader #george clarkey x reader #uk youtube

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months ago

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hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

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fightmewiatch · 6 months ago

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The emotion behind the way Edwin uses fuck is so heavy, because outside of the pilot episode and the scene on the stairs, he doesn't swear. He's a proper boy, repressed and focused and he bottles everything up.

In the Pilot, "The police don't know what to do with a fucking witch", he isn't swearing about the witch. He's angry, and he's upset, and he's frustrated. He's trying to focus on solving this case, saving the girl, doing the right thing, fixing things. Edwin spent seventy years in Hell, fighting for a way out (the detail in his journal, he didn't get out on the first try, he spent those 70s years trying over and over and over to find a way out - but that is a story for a whole other time), torture and pain and heartbreak, only to get out and fall into the school to find out no one cared that he died. "An act of God." The school wrote him off, everyone wrote it off and that was it, that was the end of it, no one cared that a 16 year old boy went to bed and was never seen or heard from again, poof, gone. He spent Charles' last moments with him to keep him company, and calm, and not scared, the two of them knowing what had happened only for the school to once again cover up the death of a 16 year old boy and pretend that whatever happened didn't. Edwin spent the next 30 years connecting with Charles, trying to help ghosts so they don't spend their entire afterlives in a state of absolute sorrow and heartbreak like has. We get such a bare taste of the ghosts they've saved and helped move on, who knows how much good they've truly done, how many they've saved from going to Hell on technicalities like Edwin had done. He's frustrated with Crystal, because he's spent 30 years working with Charles and only with Charles, he knows his friend, he knows how he behaves and how he works and how he acts, those two are connected on a level some people only dream about, and here she comes, she latches on, and she joins them to help but she's so hyper focused on herself and David (understandably so), that she isn't giving the same attention to the case that Edwin and Charles have always done, and he's angry, and he feels like it's going to happen to this girl, he is worried that her focus on David, is going to cause them to fail. Crystal has every right to be upset and scared and everything else that she is, but she doesn't consider, until that moment, that Edwin has a right to be upset about how it seems to be interfering with the case. The way that she reacts when he says "The police don't know what to do with a fucking witch," she realizes it then just how important this case is. Edwin was dragged to hell, the boys around him obliterated - leaving behind the idea that maybe he was, too - so to the school, maybe Edwin just disappeared, like Becky, like all the other little girls over the years in Port Townsend. Solving Becky's case is so damn important to Edwin that he is taking it personally. And while it's subtle, Charles reacts to him swearing, too, as though Edwin does not swear. And based on the rest of the season, it's clear he really doesn't. The way he swears in the pilot is from a place of complete and utter sorrow and anger.

In ep 7, it's different. He's spent the whole season struggling with who is he, trying to come to terms with a feeling he'd repressed for at least a century, and he's had to do it while dealing with the Cat King and Monty and watching Charles flirt with Crystal and struggle through his own rage, he's done it as quietly as he could, as if bringing it up out loud might ruin everything that he's worked so hard for. But now he's in Hell, again, now he's trying to get out, again. Edwin encountered the reason he was sent there in the first place, and found out what really happened. Edwin spent all those years thinking it was purely malice that got him sacrificed, only to find out it was just because Simon had a crush on him, and did an absurdly stupid thing thinking it was harmless. I think in that moment, Edwin realized how easy it is to misunderstand something - because clearly, Edwin had absolutely no idea that Simon liked him at all, until the moment he admitted it in Hell. And then Charles shows up. Charles came to save him, armed with a bomb, a Molotov cocktail, and Edwin's notebook with a map of hell on it. Charles came down, he listened to Edwin's directions, he ran behind him most of the time to make sure Edwin was going to get out. Charles was with him, saving him from one of the rooms, following him to the stairs and up. He stopped with him, even when they needed to keep going, Charles let him have a moment on the steps. Edwin is in shock, he cannot believe it. All these years, all these write offs, all these moments where Edwin genuinely didn't think he'd ever get out of Hell if he were to go back, believed that if they ever got caught by Death or anyone from the afterlife, he would be damned forever because who gives a shit about a technicality, who cares about the poor boy that was sacrificed and written off by the rest of the living. Edwin didn't know what else to do or say, the emotions he'd kept bottled up while he tried to figure them out were coming out one way or the other. "It's so fucking stupid, it's unbelievable." Edwin didn't think he deserved it, thought it was stupid to come down and save him, because who would do such a thing. Charles risked himself to come down to Hell to save Edwin. Edwin never thought he'd be worth it. And when Charles just shrugs it off a bit, reminds him that he was gonna do it, and he's so easy about it that Edwin just. Confesses. And corrects him, when Charles misunderstands for a second. Charles didn't think twice about "Great. Love you too. Can we go?" And he really didn't even hesitate to reassure Edwin when Edwin clarified what he meant, that they had forever to figure things out.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #okay i am pretty sure i derailed somewhere in here #ecause i'm only like 45% sure of what i wrote #i just kept writing #i have a LOT OF FEELINGS about Edwin and his use of the word fuck #and a lot more feelings about this show #so idk enjoy my ramblings about Edwin and emotion

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msbigredmachine · 11 months ago

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Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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misseviehyde · 6 months ago

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HEARTLESS

"Are you sure you are talking about MY Mom?" gasped Kathryn as she stared at the two older women in front of her in horror. "You're claiming that Rebecca Gray was the biggest bully at this school? Really?"

Kathryn was standing in Lauderdale High's cavernous main hall. Tables and chairs had been set out and banners proclaiming 'Class of 2000' had been strewn everywhere. Kathryn was dressed in a smart white blouse and black skirt. Her plain brown hair was pulled up in a bun over her head.

As a current student at the school and the student president, she was both fulfilling her duty, but also earning a bit of extra money helping to serve drinks and snacks to the guests at this reunion. When Principal Saunders had asked her, she'd been keen to help. She'd also been curious to meet her Mom's classmates and find out the gossip.

Her Mom NEVER spoke about her school days and to Kathryn's disapointment she had even refused to come to this reunion, claiming that she had been bullied at school and didn't want to attend. But now, Kathryn was learning that is was HER Mom that had been the bully.

Mary and Angelina shook their heads slightly in disapproval. "No, we're saying that bitch Beckie Gray was the actual devil AND the biggest bully this school ever saw. She was a stuck up bitch who used her pretty looks and position as Head Cheerleader to torment everyone. Your Mom made our lives absolute Hell."

"B...but that can't be right," boggled Kathryn. "My Mom is a really nice person. She's the sweetest, most caring person I've ever met."

The two women scoffed. "Well your Mom must be a very different person to who she was when we were at school. You seem nice enough dear, but I'm afraid your Mom ruined our lives. No offense, but we'd rather talk to some of our old friends, not the daughter of our worst bully. Goodbye."

The two women drifted off to talk to someone else, leaving Kathryn alone. Putting down the tray of glasses she was carrying she walked over to the door and exited into the corridor. She just needed a minute to get her head together.

Walking over to the water fountain, head reeling, she splashed her face. The cool water brought her back to her senses. She was being crazy, just because two silly old women accused her Mom of something didn't mean anything. They were probably just confused.

Kathryn pictured her Mom. Rebecca was a fairly average looking woman, handsome perhaps, but not pretty. She was shy and bookish, she worked at a pharmacy and was interested in classical music. Her Mom had zero interest in sports and the thought of her as a cheerleader was actually laughable. Kathryn couldn't reconcile the thought of the gentle kind woman she knew with the image being painted by her Mom's classmates. It didn't make sense.

"Hey are you okay?"

Kathryn looked up to see her best friend Pippa looking concerned. She was here helping tonight too. Behind her thick glasses and sensible haircut, Pippa had kind brown eyes and a keen intellect. She was always looking out for her friends and had noticed Kathryn leaving the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little weirded out. Let's get this gig over with, I wanna go home and talk to my Mom about something."

Pippa gave her a reassuring hug and the two girls returned to the Hall.

***

"Excuse me, did I hear right that you're Beckie Gray's daughter?"

Kathryn was tidying up some empty glasses, the reunion nearly over, when the man approached her. She'd seen him a few times that night looking oddly at her. He looked to be her Mom's age and had a slightly shy, embarrased look about him.

"Errrr, yeah," she muttered feeling slightly concerned. She glanced around and saw Pippa was nearby which was a little reassuring but still... where was this going? What did this weirdo want?

"Listen, I knew your Mom at school. In fact I guess you could say, I was her stalker. It's embarrasing to admit it now but I was totally obssesed with her. She drove me nuts and she seemed to enjoy tormenting and teasing me. She was a real bitch you know."

Kathryn coloured, "My Mom is NOT a bitch. I wish everyone would stop saying that!"

"Ohhh errr, of course, I'm sorry. Look - I just wanted to talk to you quickly and to give you something of hers. You see, just before we all graduated I stole something from your Mom. She always used to wear this really sexy looking heart necklace. There was just something so hot about it. The way it nestled in her big ti... errr anyway.

One night at a party she was really drunk and your Mom passed out on the sofa. I hate to admit it, but before her friends took her home to sleep it off, I stole the necklace. I heard she was really fucking mad about it at first. Strange thing was after a couple of days, she almost seemed like a new person. I heard she really calmed down and got on with her life after that.

Look, I've kept it all these years, but now I just want rid of the damn thing. Please will you give it back to her?"

The man quickly shoved a small black jewel case into her hands and before Kathryn could ask any further questions he hurried away.

***

"What was THAT all about?" asked Pippa curiously as the two girls finished storing the boxes away and began switching off the lights. "Who was that guy?"

"I don't know, it's weird," mused Kathryn examining the little jewel case in her hand. "All night people have been telling me at school my Mom was some sort of horrible bitch. They keep telling me she was a cheerleader, had big boobs, used to get off on being cruel to people... but it doesn't sound anything like the woman I know. I just thought it was some mistake, but then this guy gave me some necklace she always used to wear, and now I'm wondering if it's somehow connected?"

"How could it be?" asked Pippa.

"I don't know, it really doesn't make any sense." Hesitantly Kathryn flipped open the jewel case and lifted out the necklace inside. It was very fine and beautiful. A stylish silver heart glittering with jewels on a fine gold chain... it looked really pretty.

"Wow, that's soooo pretty," gasped Pippa. The other girls lips parted, her hands almost reaching unconsciously towards the necklace, her breathing heavy and her eyes shining. "Can I try it on?"

Kathryn felt a sudden stab of annoyance and irritation... no almost HATRED for her friend. She saw a greedy little troll reaching out to take what wasn't hers, a pathetic little bitch who dared to presume she could touch Kathryn's property. She snatched the necklace back and grasped it to her bosom.

"NO!" snarled Kathyrn, her eyes full of sudden malice. Pippa recoiled in horror at her friends tone and physical posture. It looked like Kathryn was going to attack her.

Then the moment passed and Kathryn blinked in surpise. "Woah, I'm sorry Pippa. I don't know what came over me there. That was weird."

"It's okay, it's been a long night," sulked Pippa, still staring at Kathryn's hand.

Pippa's eyes were still drawn to the necklace. Desire still burned in them, but it was muted now.

Put the necklace on.

Kathryn felt rather than heard the voice. She looked down and she felt a sudden thrill as the same desire Pippa had just had ignite in her own heart.

Yesssss. Wear the necklace. Become the new bearer.

Kathryn groaned as a delicious thrill pulsed through her body. She suddenly wanted to gloat. The necklace was HERS and she WAS going to try it on.

That's right. Mommy was bad, but you'll be even badder. It's been so long since I had a wearer. I can't wait to make you evil. You're going to make such an evil fucking bitch.

Kathryn's breathing was heavy, her nipples were hard, her skin was tingling. A slutty smirk twitched on her lips as she began to lift the necklace up over her head. Her pussy was wet with anticipation.

Pippa's eyes were locked onto the necklace. Kathryn wanted to laugh, it felt so good to be the one and lord it over the other girl.The one? What did that mean? Where were these thoughts coming from?

Mmmmh, all that mattered was the necklace.

Yesssss, you... are... mine....

Kathryn's nails began to tingle and extend, her hair began to turn silkier... her breasts ached deliciously. Just one more inch and...

"Girls, are you still tidying up? What's taking so long?"

The spell was suddenly broken by the voice of Principal Saunders. Kathryn gasped, suddenly feeling weirdly self conscious holding the heart necklace over her head. Blushing she quickly pushed the necklace back into the black jewel case and she slid it into her school satchel.

"Sorry Principal Saunders, we're all done here."

Pippa blushed too. "Woah, that was weird Kathryn. I felt really weird when you had that necklace out. I don't like this, something is wrong."

"I agree. Don't worry I'll get to the bottom of it Pippa. Trust me."

***

"Mom, when you were at school, did you used to own a heart necklace or something?"

In all the years she had known her Mom, Kathryn had never seen her Mom act like the way she did when she mentioned the necklace. It was like her Mom was a different person.

Rebecca's breathing suddenly became heavier, her eyes more intense. She turned quickly to her daughter an eager but terrified expression on her face.

"Why? Did someone find it? Where is it? If you know where it is you'd tell me right?"

"Mom, of course I would. No I don't know where it is," she lied. "What's going on, why are you acting weird?"

Rebecca began to cry.

"I was worried this would happen if you went to that stupid reunion. Listen baby, you have to be very careful. When I was younger I made a terrible mistake. I fell under the control of a very evil object. A beautiful silver heart. When I wore it, it gave me everything I thought I wanted. Beauty, power, popularity... but it made me heartless and cruel."

Rebecca took Kathryn's hands. Her grip was intense, almost crushing. She looked deep into her daughters eyes and Kathryn could see a mixture of longing and fear in her Mom's eyes.

"You have to understand, if I saw that necklace again, I don't know if I could control myself. To wear it again, to be hot and bitchy. To be a tight little evil whore who got everything she wanted. Even now I fantasize about it sometimes. Somehow I lost the necklace at school. It was stolen just before I graduated. At first I was consumed by rage, I tore the town up looking for it... but as the evil power faded, I became me again. I realised what it had done to me, who it had made me. I moved on with my life and hoped never to see it again."

Kathryn's heart was thudding. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Once someone wears the necklace, they become transformed. Then it's too late. They have the power to dominate others, make them do whatever they want. If someone wears that accursed thing, you'll never be able to get it off them unless they are asleep or unconscious. They will become totally evil, heartless and all powerful. I got lucky, somehow the necklace was taken from me and whoever removed it must have been immune to its transformative effects... a male perhaps? Not that men can resist the wearer when she has it on, they become total slaves. There was this one boy who was totally addicted to me, I made him do terrible things to please me... oh God I was such an evil bitch..."

Rebecca began to cry, great wracking sobs. Kathryn hugged her Mom.

"It's okay, no one has found the necklace, it must be gone. Someone mentioned it to me is all and now I understand why everyone said you were a bully. I'm glad you're free of it Mom, I'm glad."

"Promise me if you ever do find it, you'll throw it into a river or bury it deep underground. It's too dangerous to keep around."

"I promise Mom. I swear it."

***

Kathryn patted the side of her satchel, feeling the shape of the jewel case where she had left it yesterday. She couldn't stop thinking about the necklace.

She and her Mom had talked long into the night about the evil necklace and her terrible past. Kathryn had been horrified to hear about the things her Mom had done... but to her shame also excited.

As her Mom described her life as an evil slutty bullying cheerleader, Kathryn had found it hard not to imagine herself in her Mom's place.

"I used to have tits. Huge big bouncing tits. My hair was blonde and my body tanned and super attractive. I had long sexy nails and hips for miles. I must have fucked every hot boy in school, ruined every loving relationship. I bullied my friends and forced everyone to worship me. The worst bit was it made me cum so hard to be bad. I was totally addicted to being evil, my body responded to being a bully by rewarding me with pleasure. I was becoming more and more evil, the necklace wasn't far off corrupting me entirely."

As her Mom had spoken, Kathryn had imagined those huge bolt on tits on her own chest. She imagined laughing like a horny bitch as she pumped a huge black cock in each manicured hand, cum blasting out to coat her tits as she moaned and giggled.

She imagined bouncing her tight pussy on a throbbing cock whilst the girl whose man she was fucking cried in the corner. She imagined squeezing her perfect body into tight outfits, making all the men stare. She imagined being the Alpha girl, surrounded by her flunkies in the cheer squad. She imagined dragging Sarah O'Connel, one of her friends, into the girls toilet and ordering her girls to flush her head in the loo.

She imagined how hard she would squirt and how good her pussy would feel as she put on the necklace. She needed it so badly.

Put me on... now you know what I can do... don't you want it even more?

Kathryn's breathing was heavy, her hand almost inside her satchel. "Nooooo, I have to resist," she hissed. It would be so easy to take out the jewel case and put on the heart necklace. So easy to feel her small tits swell up and her body transform. So easy to laugh and gloat as she became an evil whore and embraced the corruption that was her birthright. She imagined long nails emerging from her fingers, her lips swelling up and becoming bitchy, her face that of a Goddess. She imagined how good it would feel to be evil and spoiled. She imagined two massive breasts bouncing on her chest, creamy and white, a massive cock between them as she jerked off a boy and made him her slave.

Yesssss, you can't resist much longer. Soon you won't be Kathryn anymore. You will be Kat Gray, the eviliest bitch this school has ever known.

Kathryn forced the intrusive thoughts out of her head with difficulty. "No. Tonight after school you're getting buried in the woods. You aren't going to corrupt anyone else. I'm doing this for my Mom... I have to be strong."

Forcing her hand away from her satchel she walked into school.

***

"Kathryn, are you okay? You seem weird," asked Pippa concernedly as the two girls got ready for gym. They were about to practice basketball and Kathryn had hardly spoken for the last twenty minutes.

"I'm okay Pippa, I'm just tired."

They walked down the corridor towards the gym. "Oh no, not now," suddenly gasped Pippa.

"What's the matter?" asked Kathryn in concern.

"My period, I can't believe it. I must have got my dates mixed up. I haven't got any pads with me either."

Kathryn hugged Pippa. "Don't worry, there are some in my satchel. Go and grab one, I'll cover for you."

"Oh thanks babe," said Pippa gratefully. "I won't be long." Kathryn waited in the corridor whilst her friend went back into the changing rooms.

Kathryn shook her head ruefully. It wasn't like Pippa to make a mistake like that. Perhaps she had been distracted by the evil neckace last night as well and it was affecting her too.

Wait...

The necklace... her satchel!

She turned and dashed, her heart hammering in fear as she burst into the changing rooms to see Pippa lowering the necklace around her head.

"MMMMMmmhh, oh MY FUCKING GOD YESSSSSS!"

Pippa moaned in pleasure, her body arching as the necklace slid comfortably around her neck. Her bones cracked and popped as her tiny body expanded and her pale skin tanned and smoothed. Evil power flooded into her, turning the sweet little dork into the ultimate bitch.

"Yessss, fucking give it to MEEEE," she gloated, her dorky hair lengthening and turning blonde as she tore off her glasses and crushed them beneath her feet. "Yessss FUCKING DO IT!"

"No! Pippa, take off the necklace," screamed Kathryn, but Pippa just laughed as her roots turned blonde and her she shot up to tower over her former friend.

"Never. This is MINE now. Mmmmmmh, I feel so fucking EVIL. Hahaha you dumb bitch, this feels SO fucking GOOOD! I can't believe you left the necklace in your bag, I just wanted to look at it, but then I held it and I knew what it could do. I WANT IT!"

Pippa pushed out her chest and laughed as her small non-existent tits began to swell. Her clothing creaked and tore as two huge boobs, nearly as big as the basketballs behind her swelled enticingly out of her body. "Mmmmmh, check out THESE babies you fucking loser," she laughed, grabbing her tits and feeling the satisfying weight of them. "Perfect for fucking big strong cocks."

Pippa's hair now extended down to her ass, which was now rounded and firm. Her hips had cracked out and her legs were long and sexy. She looked like a supermodel and as her clothing transformed to suit her new body - it was clear she was into wearing designer clothes now.

Pippa flexed long white nails, enjoying the feeling of the claws on her fingers. She ran her hands over her perfect body, lingering on her crotch where her tight new pussy was throbbing with lust.

"Mmmmh, this could have been you loser. All you had to do was wear the necklace and you could have been a Goddess. Instead I get to be the bitch and I LOVE it."

Pippa's once kind eyes were now mean and cruel, her perfect lips in a permanent bitchy smile. The heart necklace bounced above her big tits mockingly.

She strode forward. She towered over Kathryn now and it was clear she was twice as strong. "Kneel loser."

Kathryn felt her knees give way. She couldn't resist this Goddess. She knew instinctively that if Pippa ordered her to throw herself from the top of the gym apparatus, she would now. She shivered in fear hoping that wasn't what Pippa had planned.

"Tell me everything you know about this necklace. Tell me everything about your Mom."

Kathryn obeyed. She couldn't resist.

Pippa's lips twitched into a wicked smile. "Your Mom sounded hot when she was a bitch, I wonder if we can't bring back the good old days after all... but first we need to make a few... adjustments."

Kathryn whimpered as her former friend advanced on her.

***

Rebecca gasped as the door to her house opened and the most beautiful girl she had ever seen walked in like she owned the place. Behind her, crawled her daughter Kathryn on all fours.

The blonde girl had attached a dog collar to Kathryn's neck and was now walking her with a dog lead. Her daughters hair had been closely cropped short and she had been crying. A pair of fake dog ears had besn rammed onto her head. Rebecca felt a surge of rage at the sight.

Then she saw the heart necklace round the girls neck and her breath stopped short.

"Yes. You know what this is don't you? Hello Rebecca. It's me Pippa. I see you recognise my beautiful necklace, but I have changed since we last met."

"Noooooo," groaned Rebecca backing away as the blonde girl advanced menacingly. "Pippa you have to take it off."

"Hahah. Never. Mmmmh, that's right loser. The power is mine now and your stupid daughter is my little pet. She's been telling me all about what a bitch you used to be and it really turned me on. I've decided to bring Beckie back. You can't have the necklace, but with a bit of programming I'm sure I can bring your evil side back and then you can help me make Kathryn's life a misery."

Rebecca gasped, she couldn't believe how evil Pippa had become. She trembled in fear.

"Don't try to hide it 'Beckie'. I can see your nipples getting hard at the thought. You loved being an evil bitch and with my help you can be again. A little plastic surgery, you could even have big tits again. Now repeat after me, I am an evil bitch and I love being mean."

"Nnnnnooooo," gasped Rebecca, her nipples suddenly alarmingly hard and her body throbbing with pleasure.

"Yessssss, you want it," hissed Pippa moving closer, her intoxicating perfume and irrestible corrupting presence now focused on Rebecca. "You are a bitch. You're a fucking bitch and you want to be evil again. Say it."

Rebecca moaned, memories of the evil slut she had once been rising to the surface. She had loved being a cruel, teenage slut and having it all. Losing the necklace had been the worst thing to ever happen to her. She DID want it. She had been fighting it all these years, but now she knew she coudn't resist.

"Yessss, I am a bitch. An evil bitch."

"No Mom! Don't," cried Kathryn causing Pippa to laugh.

"Keep barking little doggy, it's too late. Beckie will soon be back."

Kathryn watched in horror as her Mom's eyes rolled up into her head. Her lips moved, repeating the mantra Pippa bad given her.

"I am an evil bitch, I am Beckie."

Her Mom seemed to be cumming.

"Ugghhh fuckkkk yessss. I am an evil bitch, I am Beckie. I am an evil bitch..."

Pippa smiled. "Yesssss that's it. Let Beckie come back, let her take control. You are a bitch just like me."

"Fuckkkkk yessssss I'm a mmmmmmh bitch."

Kathryn cried as she watched her Mom shudder and orgasm in pleasure. It was too late now.

Pippa's face was gloating and cruel, she was aroused by the corruption. She loved to see it. Leaning over, she whispered something in Beckie's ear.

Beckie's eyes rolled back down and she looked at Kathryn with cold disdain. "Mmmh, you're so right Pippa. My daughter does need training. I will deal with it."

Pippa handed the lead over to Beckie and patted Kathryn on the head.

"I'll see you at school loser. I'm going to have sooooo much fun in my new body and with my new life. I am so getting fucked tonight. I'll leave you with your Mom. I'm sure she'll have you well in hand soon enough."

Laughing she walked away with a clop of heels as Beckie looked down with a sneer at her daughter. "Time for your training Kathryn. You've been a bad girl but now you will serve Pippa and I."

Kathryn wanted to cry, but she knew it would do no good. Both her bullies were now completely... heartless.

THE END

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fetishfairytales2 · 11 days ago

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Sissy School, Pt. 2 (Story)

The next day, the sun was already shining through the windshield as I drove Brandi back to Huggies for her first day of Sissy School. I glanced at my precious cuck, all strapped into her car seat like the helpless baby she is. I had to giggle at her reflection in the rear view, dressed in her pathetic school uniform, just like a little doll. She wore a tiny plaid skirt that barely covered her pink pull-ups, those cute white lace stockings, and a pink blouse with "Teacher's Pet" written across it. Her blonde pigtails were tied with bright pink bows, making her look so innocent and sweet. Her pacifier gag, molded from Conner's massive cock of course, kept her quiet, but her tears said it all. "Look at my widdle Brandi, all pretty for her first day of school!" I smirked, locking eyes with her in the mirror. "Aww, stop with the waterworks, princess. You know you don't have a choice, so why the tears?" I listened to her muffled sobs and whimpers, like she could actually convince me to change my mind! "Bet you're gonna have a blast, silly girl! Stop being such a drama queen!" I pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall, where Ms. Becky waved eagerly. Seems like my sissy wasn't the only one excited for her first day of school!

"Come on, my little sissy, time to get you outta that car seat and ready for school!" I cooed, strutting over to the car door, my heels clicking on the pavement. "Look, there's Ms. Becky waiting for you! You wanna make Mommy proud on your first day, don'tcha, Brandi?" I knew this was the tricky part, getting her out of the car without a scene. I quickly unbuckled her, leaving her wrists cuffed to keep her from causing a fuss. I grabbed her by the pigtails and yanked her out, her little skirt riding up to expose her diapees. "Remember, baby," I whispered, turning her chin toward me, staring into her teary eyes, "you don't wanna be a bad girl and have Daddy hear about it. No more morning spankings if you're good today." I gave her a wicked smile, handing over her school bag. "Now, listen to Ms. Becky and Ms. Staci. They'll teach you how to be the slutty sissy we know you can be!" As Brandi turned, resigning herself to her fate, I gave her one more swift spank on the ass. “Whoops!” I giggled when she yelped behind her gag; “did Mommy accidentally spank your plug? Sorry sweets!” I watched Brandi slowly trudge toward the front door, her pigtails bouncing. “Have fun cupcake! Mommy will be watching all day!”

Oh my God, I was so excited to watch my sissy's first day of school that I barely gave her time to walk through the doors before I was on the phone with my girls, Lyndsey and Kylie! "You guys have to come over ASAP!" I squealed into the phone. "It's Brandi's first day, and they live-stream the whole thing! I bet it's gonna be hilarious!" I rushed home, poured myself my first glass of wine for the day, and fired up my laptop just in time for the show to begin. And there she was, my little Brandi, standing with three other sissies, all wearing those tiny plaid skirts and stockings, and of course, their diapers on full display. They were all standing in a circle in the center of the cute pink classroom next to their matching pink desks and chairs. I could see Brandi staring wide-eyed at the dildo that was suction-cupped to her chair.

Ms. Staci, looking all kinds of hot but pissed off, stood at the front of the classroom.. "Alright, you pathetic losers," she barked, "if your sissy pussies aren't full, they will be! You know the damn rules - nothing less than six inches at all times!" She was so over these sissies already! "Bend over those desks, now!" Three of the sissies quickly obeyed, but my little rebel, Brandi, just stood there, staring at the floor. Staci marched around the circle, noticing Brandi and looking pissed. "Sit. Down," she ordered, pointing to the first sissy, seeing a hole already cut in the back of their diaper. She checked the second too; “better be at least six inches long,” she barked, pulling out the back of their diaper to inspect. When she got to Brandi, she ignored her for a moment, instead making her way to the final sissy’s desk. “Diaper down, I want to check you. Spread them slut, you know how this goes…” The very annoyed teacher didn’t say anything else, instead yanking a massive black rubber butt plug from the sissy’s ass. “Quit your bitching slut, you’re not that tight anymore anyway…” Staci snickered.

"And why aren't you bent over like the rest of these losers?" Ms. Staci demanded, having none of Brandi’s sassiness! “Did I fucking stutter?!” the teacher asked, marching over to my little sissy. "I said I wanted every ass bent over and stretched, and I mean it! Got something to say, princess?" she yelled, her eyes daring Brandi to talk back. Brandi, trembling and whimpering, tried to speak through her gag, her eyes pleading. "What was that, bitch?" Staci screamed. "Don’t you know not to talk with a cock in your mouth, slut?!" She dropped the rubber butt plug on Brandi's desk with a thud, then bent my helpless, cuffed sissy over the desk. "Let me help you out, sweetie," Staci hissed, untying the pacifier gag. "If you even breathe right now, you'll spend the day in detention, got it?" She leaned in close, her voice a menacing whisper. "Now, listen up losers, when I say do something, you fucking do it! I don't care if your pussy is already stretched, or your diaper is full of shit. What I say goes! Got it?” All four helpless sissies nodded now, even Brandi!” Staci leaned in again, talking directly to Brandi; “and right now, I want the new loser here to stick her fucking tongue out..."

Oh my God, the tension in that room was real, and I was loving every second of it! Brandi, trembling again, barely stuck her tongue out, and Ms. Staci was not having it. "All the way, bitch!" she snapped, grabbing Brandi's tongue and pulling it out of her sissy mouth. "I want it all the way out, you pathetic loser!" Staci got right up in Brandi's face now. "From now on, you little slut, I own you. Me and every hot woman that works here, we're way too good for you, but we still like to play with our toys. So, when I say jump, you ask 'how high?' Got it?" With that, Staci slowly walked behind Brandi, her voice dropping to a whisper again. "Open your fucking mouth wide..." Then, getting tired of Brandi’s defiance again, Staci screamed in the poor thing’s ear, "DO IT NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH!" And just like that, my sissy's mouth was forced down onto a freshly used butt plug, which I’m sure she just loved. "That's it, bitch," Staci giggled, sounding so bitchy now; I knew I would love this girl! "Lube it up for this fucking loser, 'cause it's going back in her ass! Maybe this should be an everyday thing! It would help you make friends!" She wrapped her hands around Brandi's pigtails, forcing the sissy to deepthroat the plug. “Take it all the way bitch, you’ve already earned one demerit, don’t make it two because you’re not sucking like a slut!”

"Oh my God, is that Brandi?!" Lyndsey was laughing behind me, peeking over my shoulder at the live stream. I was so lost in Brandi’s suffering, I didn't even hear Lyndsey come in! We hadn't seen each other in ages, well, except for the weekends when she cuckysits Brandi while I'm out with Conner. I poured her a glass of wine and filled her in on all the juicy details - Conner's big promotion, how I wanted Brandi out of my hair more, and of course, the best part - enrolling my sissy in Huggies and Hunks. "Huggies and Hunks,” Lyndsey giggled, “why the and Hunks? I know it’s not the diapered freaks that go to ‘school’ there!” she laughed, waiting for what she knew would be a fun story. I explained how the strip club next door was owned by the same woman who ran the school and how they shared all kinds of staff. "Mmm, I’ve been to Hunks a few times,” Lyndsey giggled; “hopefully Brandi’s as impressed with those boys as I was! She plopped down next to me on the couch, and we turned back to the live stream. “Heather, I have got to see this, like, right now!”

By the time we got back to the live stream, Ms. Becky had taken over, and it seemed we were just in time for Art class! The four sissies squirmed in their desks, their poor asses all being stretched. "That girl, Staci, she's a real bitch," I explained to Lyndsey, pointing out the college-aged blonde. "But she's my favorite. She had Brandi in tears so fast! And the dark-haired cutie is Becky," I continued, "She's a bit nicer, but trust me, she knows how to have fun with them." We watched Becky hand construction paper and crayons, making sure to bend down and get cozy with each sissy. I burst out laughing when she practically smothered Brandi with her cleavage! "Aww, my poor little chastised cuck," I cooed, "She hasn't had any release in ages, and now she's surrounded by these hotties every day. They told me they all wear the same uniforms except Friday. Then they wear even less! Brandi is going to be seeing these girls every day in those tiny shorts and tight crop tops! Bet she's dying inside!" I took a sip of wine, loving every minute of this.

"Alright, my little sissies," Ms. Becky cooed, clapping her hands together, "it's time to show me your artistic skills!" Lyndsey and I nearly choked on our wine as she turned on the classroom TV, revealing a dick pic. Holy shit, that was the biggest dick I had ever seen! "This, my darlings, is Ms. Becky's boyfriend, Mr. Jerome!" She sighed, clearly proud of her well-endowed man. "Some of you lucky girls might even meet him during your 'Sucky Exams' this week! So, who can tell me how big Mr. Jerome is?" She scanned the room, ignoring the fact that each blushing, made-up face staring back at her was gagged. "Aw, no one knows? Well, I know you've never seen anything this big, unless your pretty little princess lips were wrapped around it or it been was fucking your mommies! No worries sweeties, I’ll tell you; Mr. Jerome is a whole nine inches! Isn't he amazing?" She held up a crayon and a piece of construction paper with a very evil smile; "I want each of you to draw Mr. Jerome!” Despite the gags, there were a lot of groans. “Aww, don’t be like that! I’ll tell ya what; the best little artist will get an extra diapee change today,” she grinned excitedly, “ and the worst…”, she paused, pretending to look sad, "will get no diapee change today, is going to miss recess, and get a detention demerit! Okay girlies, get drawing!”

As we watched the sissies scribbling away with their crayons, I filled Lyndsey in on the details. "Three demerits, and Brandi's in detention, where they get...well, I'm not exactly sure. She already got one this morning, so I'm curious to see what happens next!" I giggled, then explained the weekly 'Sucky Exams,' where the sissies had to pleasure the male dancers from the strip club next door. We held our breath as Becky announced time was up and collected the drawings. I just knew Brandi was in trouble when I saw her still frantically coloring.

"Crayons down, little one," Becky said, tapping her foot. "Don't want a spanking on your first day, do you?" Brandi reluctantly handed over her work, her head hung low. "Let's see here..." Becky shuffled through the drawings, building the suspense. "First up, we have...Sissy Slut, and oh my, look at this!" She held up a crayon drawing, a decent attempt at capturing Mr. Jerome's ‘glory’. "Not bad, Slut, but it doesn't do him justice. Next, we have Jizz Bucket, and this one's a bit better,” she smiled, holding up a slightly more impressive attempt. "And here we have Cum Breath, who did her best!" Becky held up a third drawing and just shrugged. "But finally, our newest little one, Brandi…who doesn’t have a cute nickname yet. But she was working so hard, so let's see what she's got..." Becky held up a half-finished, messy drawing that was barely recognizable. "Well, sweetie, you tried…I guess Unfortunately, I think you'll be missing recess and getting a detention demerit. That makes two for you today, so you better work extra hard to not end up in detention on your first day! Okay girls, diapee checks and then recess…for everyone but Brandi! Remember girls, one diapee a day, so if it ain’t leaking, it ain’t coming off!”

Kylie walked in just as Art class was ending, pouring herself a glass of wine and joining our girls' day. "What am I missing?" she asked, laughing. Lyndsey and I filled her in on the drama, pointing out Brandi standing in the corner with her nose against the wall. "Looks like no changes for our naughty princess," Kylie giggled, "Good thing you plugged her before school, huh?" We watched as the other sissies were led out for recess, everyone ignoring Brandi. Then, Staci returned, grabbed Brandi by the ear, and dragged her out of the classroom, across the hallway, and towards the Playroom. "Uh-oh, I bet she's in for a rough time," Kylie giggled. "I don't think she wants to play with whatever's in there!" We watched as Staci opened the door, pushed Brandi down to the plush pink carpet, and slammed the door shut. "Damn, that girl’s wicked," Kylie nodded, clearly enjoying the show. "She's rough with our girl, and I love it!" Brandi, still gagged, barely had time to struggle to stand up before the door opened again. “Whoa! Look at those arms!” Kylie giggled as we all drooled over the toned muscles of the man who was standing over Brandi now.

"Recess for them, slut," Staci said, walking past the hunky guy and grabbing Brandi by the hair. "You, though, get to play with my friend here. He's the bouncer from next door, and since it's slow, he can join us for a little fun. He might not like sissies in pissy diapers, but he loves getting his dick sucked, so I'm sure he won't mind, right?" She smirked at the bouncer, who shrugged. "Perfect, let's play. Wrists in the cuffs," she ordered, pointing to the wall. The bouncer dragged Brandi to the wall, fastening her wrists to the fluffy pink shackles hanging from the ceiling . Staci returned with a vibrating wand, smiling. "Everything comes off, just the plug and cage stay on this loser," she said, standing before a sobbing Brandi, who was begging behind her paci gag. "First though, please, shut her the fuck up," Staci ordered the bouncer, who complied by ripping off Brandi's pull-up and spanking her ass hard. "Act like a bitch again, and I'll have every guy from the club here to treat you like a bitch. Got it?" she warned. Brandi froze immediately, terrified. "Now, your new Daddy here is going to remove your gag and strip you. If you make a single fucking sound though, he'll throat-fuck you till you pass out. Do you understand, bitch?" Staci asked, grabbing Brandi by the chin. Wow, this girl was rough with Brandi!

We watched, so excited, as Brandi was manhandled. First her cock paci gag ripped out, leaving it dangling around her neck. Then her shirt was hiked up, bunched up at her wrists, still trapped in the shackles. Finally, her skirt was gone, leaving her naked and vulnerable, her little pink chastity cage barely visible. "Won't be needing this," Staci giggled, flinging the skirt behind her; “not now anyway.” She smiled as she pulled on the shackles' chains to lengthen them. "There, that's better, princess,” she said as Brandi was forced to sit against the wall, her legs spread, her eyes wide with fear. “I know you're used to being on your knees, but we want you comfy," Staci mocked, sitting in front of Brandi. "So, a fun game for my little loser, then. Excited, aren't you?" She leaned in close, squeezing Brandi's cheeks, forcing her mouth open as tears streamed down her face. "First, Daddy loses his pants," Staci said, as the bouncer stood over Brandi, his pants around his ankles. "And I'll grab him like this..." She gripped his cock, stroking it slowly. "To get him ready for you, sweetie," she whispered, brushing the massive dick against Brandi's lips. "Say 'ahh' or I'll force you to." Before Brandi could react, Staci squeezed her cheeks again, forcing her mouth open once again, and pushing the dick into her, making her gag. "Good little bitch," Staci cooed, “you just keep that nice and hard for me!”

"Now, if your mouth wasn’t full,” Staci smiled with almost sadistic glee as she taunted the bound sissy. She looked like she was enjoying tormenting Brandi even more than I did! “I bet you'd be begging me to stop, wouldn't you, fuck-face?” She continued, “pleading with me, telling me how much you hate sucking cock." She held up the vibrating wand, her evil smile getting even bigger. "But we both know you're full of shit, and I'm gonna prove it! Here's the deal: if Daddy cums in your mouth before you do, you never have to suck dick here ever again. I promise! But, if you cum in your cage while sucking his dick..." She giggled, waving the vibrator in front of Brandi's face. "You'll be spending the rest of today, tomorrow, and probably the whole week in detention! Your Mommy did warn us you were a naughty little loser and that you would spend a lot of time in detention. I hope she was wrong! Oh, speaking of your Mommy, she wanted me to tell you a secret…." Staci looked directly into the camera, and winked! She leaned in close to Brandi, whispering in her ear, muffleing the words. I knew what she was saying; I asked her to do it just after signing the tuition check. Brandi's sobs turned into desperate wails around the stranger’s cock, her body almost convulsing in the shackles. Guess poor Brandi didn’t think our little secret was as funny as I did!

Out of nowhere, the ripped, muscular hunk grabs Brandi by the pigtails. "Oh I think it’s playtime!" Staci laughs. The bouncer grunts and forces Brandi's mouth down on his thick cock, thrusting until her throat is stuffed. Staci's giggles fill the room as Brandi gags and chokes, tears streaming down her face. "She loves sucking that big cock, huh?" Staci teases, egging the man on. "Fuck her throat! Make her gag, choke her on it, she wants it so bad, I think she's a slut for it!" Brandi struggles for breath, her sobs muffled by the cock down her throat. "Oh no, take it all, bitch," Staci laughs when Brandi tries to pull back. “You’re not going anywhere,” she adds, grabbing Brandi's head and forcing her deeper. "No vibe until you stop gagging and take it like a good girl," Staci whispers; “the game hasn’t even started yet bitch.”

"There we go, good loser,” Staci cooed as Brandi finally relaxed and let the bouncer use her throat without fighting back. Staci held the vibrator against Brandi's caged cock, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Mmm, that feels good, huh, loser? Mommy says you haven't been allowed to cum in months!" Staci turned up the vibrator's intensity, making Brandi's shackles rattle. "Aww, she loves it! Look how turned on she is! Such a good little cock slut!" Brandi, being her pathetic self, was actually moaning around the cock invading her throat! I thought back to when we dated and wondered how I ever put up with such a loser. "Beg for it, bitch, if you want it so bad! Beg Daddy for it!" Staci taunted, pressing the vibrator harder. The bouncer pulled out of Brandi's throat, and she sniffled, probably about to beg for mercy. But instead, he slapped her face with his cock and thrust back into her throat. "Aww, at least you tried, sweetie," Staci giggled.

Brandi was trembling on the brink of a sissy-gasm, her body shaking harder and harder as the vibrator teased her caged cock. The bouncer, a true alpha, showed no signs of slowing down as he pounded her throat. "Not yet, bitch," Staci giggled, turning off the vibrator with a fake gasp. "Whoops, where'd the buzz go?" she asked with a wink, as Brandi continued to be throat-fucked. "At least Daddy still wants to play!" Staci leaned in, her fingers massaging Brandi's throat while the bouncer's cock pounded away. "That's right, baby," she whispered, her smile sinister. "This is your life now. Mommy will drop you off here every morning she doesn't want to deal with you, and I'll let strangers fuck you however they please! You've got two holes, and I'll make sure they're both well-used!" The thought of Brandi being used like this every day sent a shiver of satisfaction through me. This school was everything I'd hoped for and more!

“Gosh loser,” Staci's voice took on a fake sympathetic tone. "I think I’m gonna make you cum while Daddy fucks your throat, ya know? Oh, and every time a real man uses your sissy holes actually. What’s gonna happen from now on, is I’m gonna condition you, bitch. That's what your Mommy wants, right? You're gonna dribble sissy goo from that cage every time a man fucks you!" She shrugged, as if it were inevitable. "Of course, you'll go to detention after, 'cause no sissy is allowed to cum here at Huggies. All those other sissies? They come here, we watch them for their mommies a couple hours a day. They might suck dick once a week, but it's mostly just humiliation. You, my dear, are fucked though.” It was wild to watch the bouncer just endlessly pound into Brandi’s mouth the whole time. This guy just never ran out of stamina! I needed his number! “Your Mommy paid us to ruin your life!" Staci finished excitedly and I just smiled, sipping my wine as I watched on. The reality of Brandi's situation sank in for her, she was crying and fighting against her shackles now like she was begging for her life.

“Oh well,” Staci shrugged, without sympathy. “I guess it’s game over, bitch boy," she giggled, turning the vibrator back on and waving it in Brandi's tear-filled eyes. "Time to cum, slut," she smiled, "I want to see those sissy dribbles leak from your cage while Daddy fucks your throat!" Brandi's eyes widened as the vibrator made contact with her cage, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm. The bouncer, sped up his thrusts, his cock pounding her throat. Staci laughed even harder as she jammed the wand onto Brandi's spasming cage. "Come on, sissy, cum like a girl while Daddy fucks your face!" Staci taunted, her voice cruel. "I want to see those loser dribbles! Brandi's muffled moans and screams got louder until the bouncer pulled out, stroking his cock in Brandi's face. Staci's verbal assault didn’t stop though and either did the vibrator, "Cum, you fucking loser! Cum while you stare at the cock that just fucked your mouth! That's it, cum like the girl you are!” Brandi's body shook, her eyes rolling back as she leaked the smallest little puddle through her cage.

Staci turned off the vibrator and snuggled into Brandi's neck, whispering with fake concern. "Aww, poor thing. Did mean old Ms. Staci milk your sissy marbles and now you’re still feeling all pent up?" God she was such a bitch! "See, bitch boy? I told you, you love cock so much, you'd cum just having one in your mouth!" She winked at the bouncer and subtly grabbed Brandi's pigtails, holding her head in place. "Time to thank Daddy for giving you what you love!" Brandi, exhausted from her torment, couldn’t fight back as Staci forced her head down, and the bouncer went back to pounding his dick down her poor throat.

"Of course," Staci whispered in Brandi's ear, smirking with satisfaction. "After Daddy cums down your throat, it's straight to detention for you. You know the rules, no cumming for losers at Huggies." Kylie, Lyndsey, and I laughed, watching Brandi's mouth being used like a fleshlight, her throat gagging on the bouncer's cock until he finally emptied his load down her throat. "Three demerits on your first day, bitch," Staci smiled, very proud of herself. "Time for detention, loser!”

To be Continued…

#humili sissi

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clarkeybabey · 7 days ago

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❝ playing my heartstrings like a rock star ❞

# summary; you're messing with his feelings and he doesn't understand why

# playlist; hey arthur!, arthur hill, think i'm in love with you, chris stapleton, please notice, christian leave

# word count; 1.9k

# note; i needed a happy ending my first fic on here cant be angst<3 I did not proofread this so sorry

The three boys sat in their sitting room, a comfortable silence lingering as they scrolled through their phones. "Arthur wants to know if we're going to come to the pub with him," George finally spoke up, looking to his friends and mentally crossing his fingers they'd agree. They deserved it after the week they've had.

Arthur chews the inside of his lip waiting for Chris' reply, not wanting to be the one to reject the invitation, but he knows you'll be there after your earlier text about going for drinks.

Chris shrugs laying his phone down next to him, "I don't see why not," both he and George stand, heading in the direction of their bedrooms to grab sweaters and shoes, assuming everyone is down.

When they disappear from sight, Arthur finds himself groaning, pressing his palms so hard to his closed eyes that he sees stars dotting his vision when he eventually opens them. It's not that he doesn't want to see you, he knows that when he does he can't resist the later idea of going home with you and he hates himself for it.

"They can't know," you always say, referring to your shared group of friends, "it'll throw off the dynamic, you can just come to my flat for the night on the weekend." You're grown adults, who cares what you get into when you're alone? He doubts anyone would really care as much as you think, but every time he tries to express that someone ends up with their feelings hurt, and 99.9% of the time they're his.

He makes his way to his room, spending more time than he cares to admit trying to find the cologne he knows is your favorite. His closet's a mess, but he finds the jumper you love to steal kicking himself for trying so hard as he throws it on over his old t-shirt. He stands in his bathroom pulling a baseball cap on to cover how flat his hair had become from lying on the couch for the last two hours.

Chris is yelling something from the kitchen about how he's worse than a woman about his looks, he can't find it in himself to care enough to think of a witty reply, instead just shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

their bar of choice isn't far so they decide walking is the better and cheaper option, the walk is quick, and he stays a few paces behind his friends with music playing in his airpods as he gives himself a pep talk preparing to see you.

You sit at the bar with Becky and Arthur chatting about everything and nothing all at once, "You know, babe, I still need to get you on see it off, George and both Arthurs have nominated you now," she remarks, smirking as she brings her pint to her lips, you look to Arthur whos nodding along with her.

As the three of you chat, you're practically yelling over the people around you, "Let me know a date and we'll get it sorted," you smile, Arthur pipes up about needing the toilet and slips off his stool heading off in the direction of the restrooms.

As soon as he's out of sight, she scoots into the seat he once inhabited with her brows raised, "Anything new with you and Mr Hill?" You sigh, dreading having to answer that question, "There won't be anything new ever I don't think, I've made it clear how bad of an idea we are," your stomach turns at your own words, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea wash over you.

It wasn't like you didn't want anything other than to be with him, but everyone was so close and the what if's shadow how good the relationship could be.

What if something bad happens and you can't spend time together as a big group any longer? What if you couldn't film together? What if you had to listen to songs written about how bad of a girlfriend you were? She groans, her head falling onto her crossed arms, "You're so doubtful, darling. Give him a shot, he's such a sweet boy, especially to you." She sounded exactly like your mum when you told her the same thing after he came home with you one weekend. Sighing you continue, "I've never met someone like him-" You're cut off suddenly as rough hands slap over your eyes, "Guess who," George Clarke and his atrociously fake, heightened voice are quite unmistakable, you shove his hands away, giggling, and spin on your stool.

Your heart thumps against your chest, rattling your ribcage knowing there's no chance he and Chris showed up without the one person you've been waiting all week to see, sure enough there he is, though he's not even looking in your direction instead his eyes are glued to his phone screen with both headphones in, obviously not wanting to be here in the slightest.

You greet the boys not really paying any mind to anything being said, keeping your attention on Arthur the whole time. finally, once the four of your friends are distracted, you slip off your barstool and join him at the table he was sitting at alone, "You alright?" your question hangs in the air as you sink your teeth into the plush of your lower lip, "Fine, thanks," he replies dryly going out of his way to seem as uninterested as possible.

Scoffing, you snatch his phone from his hand, pausing whatever was playing on his Spotify, "Talk to me, please? I missed you." His eyes soften at your words as he fights with himself not to give in to you too easily, "missed you too," he mumbles as he picks at the skin on his fingers anxiously wanting to spew all the thoughts he's having about the two of you. Together.

Luckily for him, you beat him to it, "I wanna be with you," your words are lost to him at first as he sputters, not truly believing what he's just heard. He hates the way you can read his mind, "Like, seriously, I mean it, but we can't" he shakes his head bitterly, thinking this has to be some sort of sick joke you and Becky had strewn together.

"Do you know how many times I've heard that, y/n? I mean, seriously, tell it to someone else." He sounds so dismissive, and it hurts, but nothing hurts as bad as the sight of tears welling up in his pretty eyes. You just sit there, looking at him blankly with a lump forming in your throat, searching his eyes for something other than what he's said, but you can't seem to find it.

You scoff sliding his phone across the table back to him, "Right, sorry," you nod biting at the skin on the inside of your cheek, you turn on your heels and Arthur hates the look that you give him over your shoulder as you wrap your arms around yourself, like you see right through his attitude into the deeper side of things.

When you return George is wearing the glasses you mistakenly left in now-drunk Becky's purse, faking your accent in the worst way you've ever heard, "Those are prescription, you're gonna hurt your eyes," you sigh shaking your head, doing your best to smile. You pull them away from his face by the bridge, folding them to tuck into the v of your top, "Think 'm gonna get going," you mumble, avoiding everyone's eyes as the laughter dies down.

"So soonnnn?" Becky pouts jutting out her bottom lip for good measure, tucking your phone into your back pocket, murmuring something about how you have to film in the morning. Your friends say goodbye as you go around hugging everyone, when you get to Chris he pulls you in and whispers into your ear, "Take Arthur with you, please? He's bloody miserable." His breath is hot and riddled with the smell of beer as it fans across your face.

From across the room, Arthur feels his blood run hot as Chris whispers something to you and his hand lingers on your waist for longer than he deems friendly or comfortable, rolling his eyes he nibbles at the dry skin on his bottom lip until he begins to notice the familiar metallic taste of blood linger on his tongue. Nothing about this evening was going well and it just seems like lives trying to get back at him for something he doesn't even know he's done.

He was too busy in his own head to notice your presence just next to him, "C'mon, my uber's waiting," nearly falling off his stool as your words snapped him from the trance he was in, "Not up for it tonight," you scoff at his words, of course, he's thinking the opposite of what you had planned.

"Don't want you to fuck me, just wanna spend time with you," His brows raise involuntarily at your bluntness, a smirk playing on his lips, knowing you can't stay away just as much as he, boosts his confidence every damn time.

He doesn't find it in himself to reject you again, simply sliding off the still and interlocking your fingers, hoping to God every one of your friends is watching. As you make it outside your uber is in fact not there, he's about a mile out so you lean against the brick wall, Arthur's close proximity looming over you, "What was Chris on about?" Your drooping eyes shoot open, and the jealousy in his voice makes you smirk, seeing an opportunity to toy with him, just a bit,

"What's it to you," you shoot back, arms crossed over your chest he steps closer suddenly invading your space, his cologne which so happens to be your favorite begins to cloud your nose and mind as your chest rises and falls, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "You know exactly what it is to me, sweetheart."

His thumb and forefinger grip your chin forcing you to meet his eyes, the rings of his hands are cold against your heating face, "If 'm going home with you, I suggest you share." Your breath hitches at the dominance that's suddenly radiating off him, you fight the urge to let your eyes roll back into your head as his breath fans across your face, instead letting them fall closed once more.

You swallow, once more allowing eye contact, "He thought you were miserable and I should take you home with me." The smirk on your face makes Arthur regret ever telling Chris and George about how he'd wanted to spend more time with you. "I want to give this a shot," he scans your face waiting for you to remind him how you shouldn't but you don't say anything else.

"You mean it," his thumb rubs circles on the exposed skin of your hip, you nod, knowing words would betray you, "Need to hear you say it," he sounds breathless, looking at you with hopeful raised eyebrows.

"I wanna be your girlfriend-" his lips meet yours before you can even finish your thought, both hands cupping cupping your face. A wolf whistle comes from your immediate left and he pulls away but doesn't step back, shielding you from view, though you see over his shoulder as both George and Arthur hand Becky what look to be ten-pound notes.

#arthur hill #arthur hill x reader #arthur hill x you #arthur hill angst #arthurhill #arthur hill fluff #arthur hill smut #arthur hill imagine #arthur hill fanfic

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l4brvtality · 8 months ago

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The Girl Is Mine: Chapter 1 // Glued

Pairings - Dominik Mysterio/Rhea Ripley x Reader

Word count - 0.6k ( Sorry this is so short 😭 )

Warnings - kissing, Rhea being a bitch in the end tbh, Liv being.. odd , R!Crying :((

The ref put my arm up as I had luckily beaten Becky in our last man standing match. I looked over at her, holding my hand out to her. She took my hand with a smile. We had no bad blood and I knew that. We just had to make sure the fans knew too.

Once we arrived backstage, I got checked up. Which I was luckily cleared.

I immediately walked to my dressing room after. I sat down in my vanity chair, my hands rubbing my face trying to clear the stress and tiredness.

I jolted when I heard the door open and closed with a slam.

Liv Morgan

As soon as she entered the room, she didn’t spare a glance at me before sitting on the couch of my dressing room. Tears quickly falling onto her pale cheeks.

“Liv.”

No answer. Just small sobs escaped her mouth.

“Liv what’s wrong tell me.” My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at her crying form.

She moved closer to me, glancing at my lips before quickly at my eyes.

She leaned in, our lips touching.

As I pulled away, I noticed her eyes softed. Yet had worry written on her face.

“Liv I-“

I was cut off.

“I shouldn’t have done this.” She shook her head as she spoke.

“Wait you cant just-“ I tried sitting up to catch up to her.

Before I could argue more, Liv was already out the door. Slamming it shut.

What was she so paranoid about? Didn’t she like me. I mean, we didn’t get along at first, but I thought things might’ve changed since then.

I looked down as tears filled my eyes. Was I really not enough?

I heard a knock on the door, hearing the knob open seconds later.I looked up to see who it was.

Rhea?

What was she doing here though? We hadn’t spoken since I had gotten here.

“ hey Damian Sent me here.. whats got you worked up like this?” She asked

She was concerned. Id never seen her like this, she usually just her cold demeanor towards me.

You couldn’t speak, let alone look her in the eyes. You felt her eyes shift from your eyes, to your arms, eventually taking in your whole form.

“Why do you care?” I asked her.

Rhea just rolled her eyes as she walked out the room. A sigh leaving her stained black lips.

“I just want someone to love me genuinely. Is that too much to ask?” I thought to myself.

Time skip—

As I walked through the hallway, ready to take my leave, and meet Damian of course. I thought about what had happened today. First Liv, then Rhea? I felt like I could trust Rhea all of a sudden. Like we had this connection. And im sure she felt it too. The way she looked at me in my dressing room was a prime example. And as for Liv—I felt nervous. I knew things would be awkward after what had happened in my dressing room.

I was interrupted from my thoughts at the sound of yelling. I put my head to the door it was coming from.

“She doesn’t belong here and you know that. Hell for all I know she may not even be trustworthy— I mean look at her shes like a barbie doll shell never fit in with us.” I head a deep Australian accent.

Rhea.

I stepped back as I heard what she said. Did she really think that of me?

Thinking about what Rhea had said, tears filled my eyes.

I sped walked to the the exit door, soon hearing a voice from behind me call my name.

#rhea ripley fanfic #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley x you #damian priest x y/n #rhea x reader #wwe x reader #dominik mysterio fanfiction

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oneverydelululemon · 2 months ago

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SXF MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

So, like many of us in the sxf community (especially damianya fans), i never stopped thinking about ch 96 and the confession. Well, i finally decided to write down what I imagine the conversation between Anya and Damian would look like when he figures out Anya wasn't joking. This little text is exclusively a dialogue, as I wanted to see how I'm doing with writing the natural flow conversation. I might post a prequel to this, showing how I imagine Damian would figure it out and and how Anya would confirm his suspicions.

Now let's go!

The Conversation

In a janitor's closet/behind the school

Damian leads Anya to their meeting place so they can talk in private. Upon arriving, both stand frozen in place, staring at eachother in silence. Both are clearly nervous. Damian is the first one to speak.

D (wide-eyed): So....what you said at the gala....you weren't joking?

Anya only nods, looking down at her shaky hands, fidgeting. She's pale.

Damian observes her for a moment or two before sitting down on the ground and putting all the weight from his head onto his palms, which are now on his knees. Anya does not dare to move.

D: Wha-how? How is that even possible? Since when have you been able to do that?

A (shrugs): A-Anya was born with it.

Damian moves his hands around his head, his brows furrowing. Anya hears him think:

D: Born? What does she mean by born? Can people be born with powers? Do superheroes actually exist? Wait, does that mean.... No! There's no way! Right?!

D: Wh-what do you know about me then?

Anya finally turns to look at him. She sits beside him and returns her gaze to the ground, this time in thought. After a moment, she returns his gaze with a slight smirk on her face. She's still pale, sweating bullets.

A: Anya knows Sy-On Boy likes drinking milk in the morning so he can be tall. Anya also knows he has a dog and misses his big plushie. She knows he threw up after eating green peppers and that he peed in the bed when he was small-

Damian stops her from continuing, clearly embarrassed.

D: Okay, okay, I get it! Stop!

Anya stops talking. He sighs in frustration. She can hear him rambling in his head again, this time in panic. She looks back on the ground, fidgeting with her hands once again. She tries her best to shrink herself, tearing up.

A: Anya kn-knows Sy-On Boy h-hates Anya. Anya understands if he is m-mad and doesn't want to see Anya e-ever again. Anya will leave him a-alone and stop reading Sy-On Boy's mind.

Damian immediately moves his eyes from in front of him to her, his face turning red.

D: H-Hey! Th-th-that's n-not true! And besides, I can't just forget you can read my mind!

Anya starts slowly calming down, wiping tears from her eyes. She looks back at him. He gets even redder.

A (shocked): Sy-On Boy's not m-mad at m-me? Really?

She instantly hears the answer in his mind. She exhales, finally breathing normally. Upon seeing her do so, Damian does the same.

D: You should drink something. Let's go get some water and then go back to our classes. The teachers will notice if we're out for too long.

He hands Anya a handkerchief to blow her nose with. It has his initials on it. She gladly takes the handkerchief before turning her nose into a little trumpet with it. Both seem nore relaxed now. While Anya's blowing her nose, Damian looks away again, a curious expression on his face.

D: Hey, um...does anybody else know about your powers?

A (done using the handkerchief): No. Only Sy-On Boy.

Damian looks at her again, surprised.

D: Only I know about this? Not even Becky? Or even your parents?

Anya nods. Damian hesitates for a moment, brows furrowing once again, before asking:

D: Why did you tell me of all people? How can you trust me with this secret?

Anya looks at him before turning her gaze in front of her. She was silent for a few moments, deep in thought. Then she finally spoke in a low tone.

A: Anya knows what it's like to be sad and alone, and she doesn't want Sy-On Boy to be sad and alone too. Anya thought he would not hate her anymore if she stopped lying to him.

She stops for a moment before meeting Damian's gaze, looking at him with the most genuine gentle smile spread across her face, blushing ever so slightly.

A: Anya really wants to be friends with Sy-On Boy. She wants him to be happy.

She pauses before asking, her face slightly changing into an expression of cencern.

A: Are we friends now, Sy-On Boy?

Damian stares at her for a bit, mesmerized. He answers almost in a whisper:

D: Yeah. I think we are.

His voice becomes louder as he stands up, dusts off his uniform and fixes up his hair.

D: Come on, let's go drink something. There should be a water fountain nearby. We should be careful not to get noticed.

Anya stands up as well, observing Damian.

A: Thank you, Sy-On Boy. You're a good person!

She smiles from ear to ear, beaming. Damian's face goes red again. He averts his eyes from her, turning his back to her. She can hear him say in his head:

D: You can call me by my actual name, you know, I have it for a reason...

He calls out to her.

D: L-lets go, already! We're gonna get Bolts for skipping classes because of you!

He starts walking, expanding the distance between the two of them.

D: Come on, Forger, hurry up! Move those stubby legs of yours before I change my mind about befriending you!

Anya catches up to him gasps.

A: Anya doesn't have stubby legs! Damian should get his eyes checked!

D (blushing slightly from hearing her say his name): ME?! LOOK WHO'S TALKING! I BET YOU COPY NOTES FOR YOUR CLASSES FROM OTHERS! YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THE BOARD THAT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!

A: WELL DAMIAN SQUINTS HIS EYES LIKE A GRANDPA EVERYTIME HE READS!

D: HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT- oh yeah right. DAMMIT I HAVE TO GET USED TO THIS!

D: I'M. NOT. OLD!!! AND I DON'T DO THAT! THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH LIGHT AND DUST IN THE CLASSROOM!

A: heh.

D: AAAAARGHH SHUT UP!!!

They continued arguing until a professor heard them. Thankfully they didn't get a Bolt, but they were let off with a warning and a suggestion to get glasses.

FRIENDSHIP WITH DAMIAN: 100+

That's it! Thank you for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think!

Byeee <3

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 4 months ago

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When the bones are good

My third fic for @painlandweek is partially a belated fill for the domestic AU prompt, with a hint of a case fic. You can find it here on AO3 or read it below!

Prompt: Domestic AU/Casefic

Words: Approx. 3K

Rating: M

Warnings: none

Summary: Agents Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland of the Ministry of Supernatural Investigations have been sent to a quaint suburb to investigate a potential witch snatching little girls. It would be a straightforward undercover assignment, if only Edwin weren’t battling his entirely unprofessional feelings for his partner and friend.

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In his nearly a decade working for the Ministry of Supernatural Investigations, Agent Edwin Payne has been led to all manner of unsavory places by cases: vampire dens, run-down old castles overrun with poltergeists, decadent Fae courts where human captives were treated as circus animals, slaughterhouses where it wasn’t just pigs and cows hanging from the hooks. Somehow, none of those gruesome cases left him feeling half as off-kilter as this one.

Director Nurse had told him that it would practically be a vacation. After all, Port Townsend, the quaint seaside town where little girls have been going missing for decades, is charming, as is the house where he’s staying with his partner. In the month he’s been undercover here, no one has tried to kill him once. It probably is the closest thing to a vacation Edwin has taken in years.

But he’s never had a case where he had to pretend to be married to Charles Rowland before and he’s finding that more terrifying than ravenous vampires or poltergeists.

“Love, I’m home!” Charles’s voice echoes from downstairs.

“Up here!” Edwin doesn’t know why Charles insists on keeping up the act when it’s just the two of them alone in the house. He says he’s just keeping in character, making sure their facade doesn’t slip when they’re in public. Edwin is wondering if Director Nurse has finally grown tired of him and if this is part of some kind of prolonged psychological torture.

He doesn’t turn around as he hears Charles’s footsteps striding into the office, watching the house across the street through the lens of a camera. Esther Finch—possible serial killer, probable witch, and definite piece of work—stands on her front porch, smoking her pipe and surveying the street with the lazy interest of a housecat deciding if it’s worth leaving its patch of sun to stalk an unsuspecting songbird. The Aspens’ little girl, Becky, is playing in her front yard, and Edwin doesn’t think he’s imagining how often Esther’s attention strays to her.

“Anything of interest happen today, mate?” Charles props his hips on the edge of the desk, leaning into Edwin’s space.

Edwin can’t help but look up at him. His partner looks every bit the part of Charles Raymond, a blissfully happy newlywed in his mid-to-late twenties with the kind of ordinary office job that does not involve investigating supernatural crimes. His tie is undone, hanging loosely around his neck, and he’s unbuttoned the top few buttons of his button-up shirt, giving him a rakish look that is far more affecting than it should be. He looks perfectly at ease here, as if he was born for this life.

Remembering that Charles asked him a question, Edwin clears his throat. “She has unfortunately not erected a gingerbread house in her front yard or taken to the skies on her broomstick. We need to get into that house, Charles. That’s the only way we’re going to prove she’s behind the disappearances.”

The Finches’ front door opens and Monty, Esther’s son, sticks his head outside. The two exchange words before Esther waves Monty away like one would an errant fly. With an eye roll, he vanishes back into the house.

“Monty asked me if I wanted to get coffee sometime,” Edwin adds. “Perhaps I can get him to invite me into his house afterwards.”

“He did what?” Far from being relieved at a potential breakthrough, Charles looks outraged.

“Coffee, Charles,” Edwin says. “It is a brown beverage one can consume if they can ignore the taste. If I remember correctly, you’re overly fond of it.”

His partner isn’t mollified. “Doesn’t he know you’re married?”

“We aren’t actually married.”

“But he doesn’t know that, does he? Cheeky little prat.” Charles shakes his head. “No, you shouldn’t go anywhere alone with him. For all you know, he’s in on whatever Esther’s doing to those girls.”

“We don’t know if Monty knows of Esther’s activities.” Edwin rather likes Monty, who is sweet, even if his interest in astrology is a bit fanciful for his tastes. He has trouble picturing him as an accessory to multiple murders. Besides, he can’t be older than his early twenties, so the disappearances started decades before he was born.

“Can’t imagine he hasn’t noticed her ritually murdering little girls in the living room.”

“We don’t know for certain if she’s ritually murdering little girls at all. And if she is, it might not be in her house.” Edwin sighs, exasperated. “Besides, I’m not a girl under the age of twelve. I’m far from Esther’s usual victim, so I should be quite safe.”

“I’d rather not take any chances, yeah?”

Edwin rolls his eyes at the ceiling. Most of the time, he finds Charles’s protective nature charming. Occasionally, it’s infuriating. “Then you’ll need to find another way into Esther’s house, because I am at a loss.”

“We’ll figure something out.” Charles reaches down to squeeze his shoulders. “We always do, don’t we?”

Edwin resists the urge to lean into the touch. He and Charles have always made a good team, ever since the first case they were assigned together, only a few years before. Before Charles, Edwin consistently had trouble keeping a partner. He’d been through so many that Director Nurse was threatening to saddle him with a lifetime of desk duty. He didn’t expect the cheery, doe-eyed rookie agent to be any different, but Charles instantly proved him wrong.

The problem was that Edwin was always an odd duck, even before he was dragged into another dimension for nearly a century of torture and escaped into a strange new world without having aged a day. He has never been particularly good with people, has never been able to build the effortless rapport with strangers and colleagues alike that people like Charles are so adept with. But strangely enough, Charles has always seemed to find his prickly nature and sharp tongue charming rather than irritating. He’s become not just Edwin’s partner at the MSI, but the best friend he’s ever had.

Now, if only Edwin wouldn’t threaten it all with his inconvenient, childish feelings.

His eyes travel down to the thin gold band on his left ring finger. Of course, Charles made a big production of slipping it onto Edwin’s finger in the middle of the MSI offices while down on one knee, drawing claps and cheers from the watching agents, especially Crystal and Niko. Afterwards, Director Nurse gave them a sharp talking to about taking the case seriously, but even that hadn’t been able to dull the grin on Charles’s face.

“We should get a dog,” Charles says.

Edwin puts down the camera. “Why on earth would we do that?”

“Would give us an excuse to walk around the neighborhood, right? And we could, like, train it to run into Esther’s yard so we could chase it and poke around a bit.”

“Yes,” Edwin says slowly. “That all sounds much easier than me going out to coffee with Monty. We should certainly hinge the success of the mission on whether Fido listens to us and goes into Esther’s yard, or is distracted by a squirrel.”

“Come on, mate.” Charles grins that devastating grin of his, the smile that makes witnesses want to talk and puts frightened victims at ease. “Getting a dog is the kind of thing newlyweds do, isn’t it? We have to sell it.”

“We’re living together, wearing wedding rings, and introducing ourselves as husbands. I believe we’re selling it, as you say.” Not that Edwin knows what it’s like to sell a marriage. Two men couldn’t even get married before his kidnapping; he’d always assumed either a loveless marriage or a life of loneliness was his future, if he even survived the Great War.

However, Charles is constantly preoccupied with successfully convincing their neighbors that they’re a married couple. From Edwin’s observations, he doesn’t think any of their married neighbors are half as openly affectionate with each other as Charles is with him. But perhaps Charles knows what Edwin does—that no one will truly believe that beautiful, kind, charismatic Charles belongs with prickly, bookish, awkward Edwin. Maybe that’s why he’s so concerned with whether their neighbors buy them as Charles and Edwin Raymond, a blissfully married couple.

Charles’s smile widens, growing truly heart-stopping. He should need a permit for it, Edwin thinks grimly. Surely it counts as a compulsion of some kind.

Edwin sighs. “We can discuss the dog after I see if I can ingratiate myself with Monty. If that fails, Fido can be Plan B.”

“Cheers, mate.” Charles squeezes his shoulder, his thumb brushing Edwin’s collarbone in a way that makes his insides feel fluttery. “How do you feel about curry for dinner?”

***

As usual, Charles manages to dirty every pan in the kitchen while preparing dinner, but Edwin can’t really complain, because his curry is exceptional. Edwin cleans the kitchen while Charles plays the music from the 1980s he’s so fond of. It’s the kind of warm, domestic scene Edwin never had as a child. When he was brought down from the nursery to join his parents for dinner, he was expected to sit silently while his parents conversed. There was no easy conversation, no laughter, no squabbling over the last piece of naan.

Edwin doesn’t know for sure, but he doubts this was the kind of dinner Charles had growing up either. Charles doesn’t like to talk about his life before coming to the MSI, beyond vague allusions to his father not having been a particularly warm, loving presence in his life. But Edwin has seen the scars on his back, the ones that look like they were left there by a belt. He can fill in the rest of the details. Perhaps that’s why Charles has thrown himself into this lie with such gusto, to give himself the illusion of the quiet, domestic life he never had.

Over the running water, he can hear Charles singing along to the music, loud and off-key. It fills Edwin’s chest with something warm and unbearably tender. It would be so easy to let himself sink into the fantasy that this is their real home and that it’s his real husband butchering Bohemian Rhapsody in the other room. But if Edwin gets too comfortable, he could lose the only person who has ever truly loved him. He can’t risk that.

A hand touches his hip and he startles, sloshing soapy water all over the counter. “Charles!”

“Sorry, love.” Charles loops his arm around Edwin’s waist, nuzzling the back of his neck in a way that makes Edwin’s knees feel a bit wobbly. “We’ve got an audience.”

While he puts a pan in the dish drainer, Edwin flicks his gaze out the big window in the breakfast nook. Across the street, Esther Finch’s house is lit up bright, like she’s turned on every single light. He can see the shape of her standing in her bay window, her blond hair glowing gold. She’s facing the street and while Edwin can’t make out her features from here, he can’t shake the disconcerting feeling that she’s staring right at them.

A shudder travels up his spine and Charles’s grip tightens on his waist. “I see.”

“Dance with me,” Charles says in his ear as the song changes to something low and crooning.

“I’m cleaning up.”

“The dishes can wait. Dance with me, love. Got to sell it, don’t we?”

Of course they do. Reluctantly, Edwin turns off the water, takes off his rubber gloves, and turns to face Charles. His partner is smiling softly at him, looking warm and far too touchable in the soft lights of the kitchen. It makes Edwin shiver for a whole new reason. He steps into Charles’s arms, putting his hands on his shoulders, and sways with him.

Edwin didn’t particularly care for dancing before he was taken, but this is nothing like the dancing he learned as a child. Instead of rigid steps and rules, it’s just bodies moving together, his cheek pressed to Charles’s and Charles’s arms around him, holding him close like he’s something precious. Edwin closes his eyes and gives into the fantasy for one, blissful moment.

This is real. His name is Edwin Raymond, Charles is his husband, and they met three years ago on the tube when Charles asked him what he was reading, then fumbled his way through pretending he’d read it too, making such an ass of himself that Edwin was charmed despite his better judgment. Charles knew right away it was love, while Edwin didn’t realize the depth of his feelings for months. They eloped in the spring, a small ceremony with just them and their officiant.

“Edwin,” Charles whispers and Edwin opens his eyes, feeling almost drunk on the dream of this being real. “She’s still watching.”

Right, because they’re doing this for a reason. Edwin blinks and nods. Slowly, Charles turns them, so that his body is between Edwin’s and the window. It’s such a small, instinctual moment of protectiveness that it makes Edwin’s throat feel a little tight. Charles never seems to think twice about putting himself between Edwin and potential danger. He has no doubt that if he’d had Charles Rowland in his life in 1916, he’d never have been dragged off by an abomination that fed on his pain and terror for decades.

“Still watching?” Charles asks in a low voice and Edwin flicks a glance over his shoulder to see Esther still standing at the window.

He nods into Charles’s shoulder. “Do you think she suspects something?”

“Don’t know how she could. She might just be being creepy. Seems to do that a lot, doesn’t she?” Charles presses a feather-light kiss to the corner of Edwin’s mouth. “I have a plan.”

“And what’s—” But Edwin is cut off when Charles kisses him, full on the mouth. They’ve kissed a handful of times during this charade, dry, chaste brushes of lips when Edwin says goodbye to Charles in the morning. There’s nothing chaste about this kiss; it’s all lips, tongue, and hunger. Edwin can count on one hand the number of times he’s been kissed before and none of those times have been like this, like the other person would sooner stop breathing than stop kissing him.

There’s a soft, moaning noise and Edwin realizes belatedly that he’s the one making it. He should pull away, but instead his hands are fisting in the front of Charles’s shirt, pulling him closer, and Charles’s hands are running over his shoulders, down his chest and arms, like he wants to memorize every inch of Edwin. There are quite a few inches of Edwin that desperately want Charles’s hands on them; the front of Edwin’s trousers is becoming painfully tight.

“Edwin,” Charles whispers against his mouth and somehow, it’s the sound of his name that jerks Edwin back to reality.

This is not real. This is an undercover assignment, and Edwin is seconds away from climbing his partner—his friend—like a tree.

His eyes snap open and he finds the window across the street empty, Esther Finch nowhere to be found.

Edwin pulls back, breathing heavily. “She’s gone.”

Charles blinks at him, mouth puffy and red and eyes hazy with something that Edwin wishes was want. “What?”

“Esther Finch.” With every ounce of self-control Edwin has, he steps back, out of Charles’s embrace. “She’s no longer watching. Excellent plan, Charles.”

Charles blinks several times, then his usual irrepressible grin spreads across his face. “Right, aces. Think we really sold it.”

“I would say.” Edwin smooths down the front of his shirt. “That was very… convincing.”

Charles nods. “Course it was. We’re professionals, aren’t we?”

“Entirely professional.” Edwin clears his throat. “Which is really why I should finish cleaning this kitchen. I cannot leave it like this overnight.”

“You know Nursie’s not going to show up and check to make sure we’re making our beds and keeping our desks tidy?”

With an exasperated huff, Edwin turns back to the sink, hoping Charles hasn’t noticed the continuing tightness of his pants. He’s not a horny teenager making out with Thomas King in the file room; he needs to get a hold of himself.

“Right,” Charles says. “I’m going to go… yeah.”

Edwin hears his footsteps retreat, a shade too quickly to be casual. He stands at the sink, heart still pounding and face still flushed. He’s imagined kissing Charles a thousand times and that was everything he ever hoped for and more. And it was all so they could convince their possibly homicidal neighbor that they're nothing but a canoodling couple in love.

Charles is an excellent agent, one of MSI’s best. He gives every case his all. Of course this case wouldn’t be any different. If Edwin is getting tangled up in his own feelings, that’s entirely his fault, not Charles’s.

They’ll wrap up this case. If Esther Finch is the one who has been kidnapping and most likely killing little girls, they’ll bring her to justice. If they’re wrong and there’s another culprit, they’ll find them. And then, they’ll leave this house to go back to their real lives in London and this will just be a funny story that they tell in the future. The time Charles and Edwin pretended to be a married couple for a month and Edwin was certainly able to not lose his head about it.

Because Charles is right, they’re professionals. Edwin can be professional, even if it bloody kills him.

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If you enjoyed this, please consider leaving comments and/or kudos on AO3! I'm considering turning this into an expanded fic where these boys finally get their shit together if there's enough interest.

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sammyvhs · 1 month ago

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skin : 1.06 — jess’s sister.

“Oh my god. Sam!” Your heart almost stops right then and there, if there was just a little bit less oxygen in the room you’re sure you’d have fainted by now. Because Sam Winchester is here. Where you are. In the same room, despite him not knowing it.

“Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” You can hear the grin in his voice and it makes you frown. Not because you’d wish he was upset, you wouldn’t wish anything bad on anyone, but because you haven’t so much as smiled since you saw your sister on the ceiling.

“And you know what you can do with that ‘little Becky’ crap.” You can see them from the kitchen doorway, hugging, and you decide to take the deepest breath of your life before you make your way over. You’re not usually this soft spoken or shy but the greeting that leaves you is as broken as you feel.

Your name falls from Sam’s lips slowly. He’s processing it, before Becky moves back to invite both of them in. You wave at Dean too.

You’re sure one of them is about to say something before you decide you don’t want to hear it and make your way to the kitchen where you’re sure they’ll all be gathering shortly.

“She’s not doing so well, I was so surprised when she came here, wanted to be there for Zach. And he appreciates it, she’s been here for me.” It’s not hard to hear the distinct difference between pity and kindness. Beck’s kind, always has been. You didn’t know her much, mostly you hung out with Zach when you came to visit Jess, so much so that you both kept in contact when you were in your own university.

All three of them walk into the kitchen. “Beer?” You ask them, already making your way to the cooler. Dean nods enthusiastically while Sam declines. You bring out three cups of water instead. Becky is already going through enough as it is, you tried helping as much as you can, cooking for her and letting people know what was going on. You even called her parents. She’s better now but she was a mess when she first heard.

“So tell us what happened.” Sam pries, his arms resting on the counter. Becky relays everything back to them, from the details of how Emily was found to the call to 911. “Maybe we could see the crime scene? Zach’s house.”

You furrow your eyebrows, hands coming up to rest on her shoulder, more of a comfort than anything. Dean sounds surprised at Sam’s suggestion as he elaborates, “Dean’s a cop.”

“Detective actually. Bisbee, Arizona.”

“He’s a cop?” You don’t even realize it’s your voice until everyone is looking over at you. “Sorry. I didn’t know.”

“No, it’s— uh. Yeah, detective.” Who did nothing when your sister was burning on the ceiling? Who didn’t even talk with the police when they came to question you? Who didn’t offer you any kind of help when the cops said it was just a fire, no signs of foul play?

You stay quiet after that and tell Beck you’ll hold down the fort while they go check out the crime scene. She leaves to get her keys and you’re standing there awkwardly behind the counter as the two men look over at each other. Eventually Dean clears his throat and says he’ll wait in the car.

“Hey.” His voice is gentler than you remember. Or maybe it’s the fact that you hardly remember it at all. Sam is… complicated. You know what you’re doing is wrong, holding onto someone else to help you grieve, someone who’s supposed to be grieving as well, but the truth is you can’t stop. You don’t know what else to do if not hope Sam will save you from drowning.

You repeat the sentiment as he walks over to you, both of you facing one another. “So, uh, I know I haven’t seen you in a while—”

“A month and a half. It’s been six weeks.” Since Jessica died.

“Right. I know. Me and Dean have just been busy.” When you don’t respond he sighs and keeps talking, “I mean, he just recently got on a break and when I left with him I’d join on cases occasionally, stuff like that. It helped take my mind off things.”

“Okay.”

“What— what about you? How are you holding up?” If you were a little stronger, you’d tell him to leave you alone. But he’s the only person you’ve wanted to see in weeks and he’s right goddamn here so instead you fling yourself into his arms and he hugs back just as tightly. “It’s okay. It’s alright.”

You know he’s hurting too, you just wish you could both take each other's hurt away.

#image credit: samlover4evr #spn20rewatch #sam winchester x reader #spn sam winchester #spn dean winchester #dean winchester #jessica moore #supernatural imagine #supernatural #jess moore #Sam winchester #spn 1x06 #spn rewatch #spn 1.06 #dean winchester x reader

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notyetneedcoffee · 1 year ago

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Strut

Kinktober - Leather Kink NSFW - Adults Only

Summary: Something about the way he struts

The transport lowered to the tarmac, rear ramp lowering immediately. You paused your work logging the inventory of the emergency equipment stacked at the far side of the hanger to catch sight of the team coming home. Mainly you wanted to see your man home safe and sound.

Steve and Natasha strolled down the ramp deep in conversation. Sam came out next, arguing with someone behind him. So far they all looked healthy. Then Becky immerse and your breath hitched.

He strode down the ramp with long purposeful steps. His fists were clenched. You drank in the delicious sight of him clad head to toe in leather. Heavy boots. Straps of harnesses filled with weapons and tools of destruction. Tight leather jacket. The only thing bared from the neck down was the gleaming metal of his arm.

“Fuck me.” You muttered to yourself. He looked sexy as hell.

Almost as if he heard you, Bucky’s eyes locked on you. He changed direction straight toward you. Your pulse kicked up. Excitement filled you. Some hind-brain fear made you feel like prey as he stalked toward you. Stalked. That fucking strut.

He came close, saying low. “Follow me.”

You did. He led you out of the hanger, down the hall and to one of storage rooms. He slapped his palm over the electric lock and practically pushed you inside. The second the door closed, Bucky’s hand grabbed you by the back of head and he kissed you hard and brutally.

Your fingers wrapped around the straps of his shoulder harness, pulling him closer. He only pulled back once your lips were wet and swollen.

“Miss me?” You breathed.

“Don’t wanna talk about it now.” He pulled you tight against him. “Just need to feel you. To see you.”

You didn’t question, just pulled your top and sports bra over your head. Bucky reached for the buckles of his gear, but your hand stopped him. “No. Leave it on.”

Kicking off your shoes, you stripped out of the rest of your clothes just as fast. Bucky panted, staring at you hard as you dropped to your knees before him. Unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants enough to free his hard cock.

You looked up into his blue eyes as you licked him from base to tip. Watched his mouth drop open and his tongue run over his lip as you tasted him. As you swallowed him deep, Bucky moaned. His fingers slipped through your hair to hold your head. He didn’t force you, but you knew it was a battle for him.

“Com’here.” Bucky pulled you up and turned your back to the wall. His slid over your body. He slipped his fingers into your cunt, spreading your wetness, and grinning wickedly at your moan. “You been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

“Mmm-hmm.” You squirmed, hands roaming over his gear and trying to pull him closer. He leaned forward to nip and kiss your neck. Your nipples scraped along the rough straps and leather of his gear, making you moan harder. He smelled of Bucky, sweat, leather and gun powder. You rocked your sex into his hand harder.

You reached down to grip him once again. You needed him.

Bucky plunged his tongue into your mouth, kissing your deep, before moaning. “Won’t last long.”

“I’m so close.” You whined. “Fuck me, please!”

He let you guide him to your entrance, slipping his head through your wetness once before plunging in. You bit back a cry and wrapped a leg over his hip. Bucky thrusted into, hold you by the ass. Being completely naked while he stayed fully clad felt so amazing. You were at his mercy. You hyper-sensitive skin rubbed on the leather in near painful ecstasy.

“Is my Doll desperate?” His tongue painted a trail over your neck.

“When you came at me.” You panted. “With that fucking strut.”

“Hmmm.” His pace quickened.

“All wrapped in leather.” You moaned, starting to shake.

Bucky had you pressed against the wall, feet completely off the ground. Breath pushed from your lungs with each thrust. You held tight to leather straps of his holster, pulling him in. You thighs quivered and body tensed.

“Needed you.” Bucky’s teeth grazed your shoulder. “Need you.” His fingers tips dug into your ass as his control began to slip away.

“Yes!” You shattered at his ferocity, his primal reaction and need. Legs shaking, cunt flooding and clenching around his cock, Bucky bit back a howl as he emptied himself.

He stilled, but for the small quivers that ran through both of your bodies. Bucky gently kissed your ear. “I need to come see you straight after a mission more often.”

You giggled, “Or just swing by my place in all your gear…”

“That,” Bucky smirked. “I can do.”

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#Kinktober #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes fanfic

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madhatterbri · 1 year ago

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Damian Priest Fics

All Fell Down - Y/N was in a relationship with Finn Balor. She starts getting closer with Damian Priest. He gets injured, and Finn finds out about their relationship.

Business - You and Damian cut a promo after he allows JD to take a beating.

All Fell Down Part 2 - The fallout costs Damian and Y/N their relationship. Part 3

Telephone - You and your love end up having phone sex because they’re a part on Valentine’s Day.

Brotherly Love - Reader is Drew's sister, and she is dating Damian Priest. He promised her that he wouldn't cash in on her brother and well.

Lucky - Summary: Can you please write a Damian Priest X Fem Reader Fluff Story?! Anything Comforting is okay

Rise and Fall - Fem!reader is Rhea’s protégé & after Rhea gives up her title due to injury, the reader decides to get that title back to Judgment Day w/o telling the group. The group is shocked when the reader comes out with her new look & wins the title. Damian/Reader becomes close while Rhea sees her as a threat that needs to be taken out.

My Girl - Can you please write something smutty/flirty with Damian Priest and Fem Reader where both are part of the Judgment Day and they constantly flirt with each other, after an successful Monday Night RAW they are out to celebrate and again Reader and Damian are constantly flirting and teasing each other which causes the rest of the Judgment Day Crew to leave them alone, Damian and Reader stand up to go back to his room where they have passionate sex and spending the night together in the morning after they lay in bed cuddling and Damian asks her to be his girl because the last night shouldn't be and one night stand.

Bet - Summary: A She’s All That AU where Damian accepts a bet that he can make fem!reader, who is a jobber or someone stuck at catering into a women’s champion. Thanx :)

Te Perdiste Mi Amor - Summary: Unspoken feelings hurt Damian and Y/N.

You - Reader is jealous of the attention Damian is getting since he became champion and talks to him about it. Smut. 18+.

Betrayed Me -

Summary: Can I prompt Fem!Reader is the one working with Liv. The last straw was when The Judgment Day got involved in her match against Becky & she lost her chance of holding gold. Liv promised something Rhea never did, and that was going after the Women’s tag titles. Reader also points out that TJD was already falling apart before Rhea got hurt & it was easy to make it look like everyone but her was working with Liv. The only thing that hurt the reader was that she had to betray her crush, Damian, but she had to put herself first for once.

Deal - May i prompt - TJD have a Liv Morgan problem but for obvious reasons can't go after her, however, Damain knows someone that can take care of her. Fem!reader is a member of Uncle Howdy's faction & has shown interest in El Campeon & is willing to help but Uncle Howdy isn't going to let Priest use her without a price & that price is an opportunity for the title. Please? Part 2 | Part 3

Challenges - Summary: If I may request - Liv holds a celebration for herself in the ring & calls out Dom to join her but instead it’s Fem!Reader (ex member of TJD who still has a soft spot for Dom & feelings for Damian). She calls out the lack of open challenges since Liv’s been champion & Liv should focus on finding a challenger rather than a “daddy”. Liv thinks the reader is jealous & hits a nerve when she brings up Damian..then all hell breaks loose. Thank you.

Business Deals -

Summary: Damian Priest x reader request, please?? 😀. Instead of Rhea being out with an injury, it was Damian, but his relationship with the reader isn't toxic like Rhea and Dom's. Reader is in a relationship with Damian and a member of the judgment day. However, when Damian gets injured, Y/N gets sick of Rhea's controlling ways and decides to do business with Braun Strowman behind their backs. On the night that reader finally turns on TJD and attacks Rhea, Damian returns and confronts her. You can pick a happy or sad ending, and btw, the reader didn't cheat on Damian.

Consequences -

Summary: Can I request: Something snaps in Fem!reader. After proving she has earned a title shot, reader loses against Liv Morgan because of Dom’s “help” & unlike Becky & Zelina; reader grabs a nearby bat & goes after him. TJD guides Dom away while Priest talks the reader down. Priest assures that Dom will face consequences & leaves. Reader isn’t waiting & finds that the clubhouse is unprotected & uses her bat to destroy everything, including the gifts that Liv bought for Daddy.

Part 2

Switching Sides -

Ulterior Motives -

I Had Some Help -

Unconditionally -

Hay Rides

Hero

"Friends"

Mistake

Opportunity

Flirt Part 2

Safe

Confession

Cuddles

Acquainted

Halloween

Jealousy Trend

Daddy

Christmas Shopping

Tag Team

Protector

#fanfiction #imagine #wwe #damian priest #damian priest x you #damian priest x reader

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thesithdiaries · 1 year ago

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Choose (Rhea Ripley/TJD imagine)

Pairing: Platonic!The Judgement Day x female!reader

Warnings: spoilers for Fastlane 2023 if you haven't watched it, no google translate because spanish is my first language, typical wrestling violence, angst, him or me trope, gaslighting, choking, mentions of bruises and marks, made up women's championship, is finn the villain? probably

Setting: Monday Night Raw after WWE Fastlane 2023

The air felt thick in the locker room. At least it felt that way for Y/N.

She finally had a match for the new women's championship. Y/N had worked hard for weeks, training and practicing her moves, and working on her strategy. Rhea had been a huge help for her, as she was the current Raw Women's Champion. The match was against Becky Lynch. Y/N didn't lie to herself, Becky was great at what she did, and beating her was going to be tough.

“JD is going to be on standby to help you,” Finn told Y/N, making her snap out of her thoughts. JD stood there, smiling.

“What? Why?” She replied, confused.

“What do you mean "why”? Nobody will see it coming, because they'll expect Rhea or Dom to go out there with you.”

“Yeah, you could use the surprise to your advantage,” Dom pipped in, softly nudging her arm.

“I could go with you if you want,” Damian suggested, noticing she wasn't liking the initial idea.

“No.” Y/N finally said, standing up from the couch. Everyone looked at her, some shocked and some not surprised.

“Why not?” Both Finn and JD asked at the same time.

“I can do this on my own,” Y/N reminded them, making Finn scoff. “I really don't want anyone there with me. I want to show everyone that I do belong in this group.”

Rhea was quiet, analyzing everything. A slow, burning rage crept up on her for the way they were treating Y/N.

“It's time for my match, I’ll see you guys later.”

When Y/N left and closed the door, Rhea turned to look at the guys. “You heard her. I don't want anyone out there, do you understand? It's what she asked.”

The match had gone on for 20 minutes. The crowd was deafening, loving the way Becky and Y/N worked with each other. It was such an important match for both of them.

It had been very back-and-forth, both women showing their incredible skills and determination. Y/N, using a new move, locked Becky into a submission hold. The crowd cheered in anticipation as Becky groaned in pain, her fingers trying to reach the ropes.

Y/N heard boos and turned her head towards the ramp. JD McDonagh was making his way to the side of the ring. He rushed and got to the apron, attempting to help Y/N by distracting the referee. Both he and Y/N set their attention to the guy, not noticing Becky was tapping out.

She released the hold, pissed that JD went against her wishes. As Y/N turned back to Becky, though, she used the distraction in her favor. She quickly did the Manhandle Slam, sending Y/N crashing to the mat. Before going for the pin, Becky kicked JD off the ring.

Y/N sat there motionless as Becky’s theme song was playing. The ringing in her ears was so loud that she couldn't really distinguish if the crowd was cheering or booing. She almost had it, the championship was at the tip of her fingers, and now it was gone.

As the lights dimmed for a commercial break, Y/N pulled herself together and quickly went backstage. The Judgment Day was waiting for her behind the curtain, all of them panting and out of breath.

Y/N walked past them towards the locker room, without even uttering a word.

“Y/N wait,” Dom called out, walking after her. “Please stop walking.”

“I really don't wanna talk right now,” Y/N admitted. Dom grabbed her arm softly, making her stop. “Dom-”

“We didn't know he was going to do it,” Dominik informed her. “He was called for an interview right after you left and then he was out there. We ran but we didn't make it in time. Everything happened too quickly.”

“What's done is done, just leave me alone.”

“Damian, come on, let him go,” Finn pleaded.

JD was pressed against the wall, a few inches off the ground, Damien tightly choking him. “This is all your fault. Ya me tienes harto.” (I’m so tired of you.)

“I told you to stay backstage. What part of that didn't you understand?” Rhea barked, pissed off.

“Come on guys, we couldn't have poss-”

“Enough!” Damian interrupted Finn. “You knew he would do it because you told him to. You are both responsible.”

Finn laughed nervously. “No, man, I didn't tell him anything.”

Dom lightly tapped Rhea’s shoulder, pointing at Y/N’s bag still on the table. She was still in the arena. Rhea left to go look for her.

After walking for what felt like hours, she found her on the other side of the arena, sitting on top of an equipment cart. “There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.” Rhea sat next to her, taking in her appearance. There were bruises and red marks all over her face and body.

Y/N didn't reply, just sat there, hugging her legs. In reality, she wanted to scream and cry, tear everything apart.

“Come on, love, talk to me,” Rhea begged, softly caressing her arm.

“I… asked for one thing tonight, just one… and he couldn't do that for me.”

“I know,” Rhea sighed. “We should've been paying him more attention, but I was sure he wasn't going to do anything.”

“Finn doesn't respect me,” Y/N informed her. “And before you ask why, he always gaslights and belittles me in a joking way, but we all know it's not a joke. He never considers my feelings or what I want. I lost my match, because of him and his friend. They lost their titles at Fastlane because of JD and I’m also sure he did something to the briefcase.”

“Y/N-” Rhea started, but Y/N kept talking.

“If JD McDonagh joins the Judgement Day, I’m out.”

They both stared at each other, Rhea not knowing what to say to that. She would leave? She couldn't leave them… not like that.

“I'm going to our next city, see you next week.”

“Wait, you're not coming to the rest of the shows?” Rhea asked, confused and even more worried.

“No… I need a break,” Y/N admitted. “I'll see you later, tell Damian and Dom I left.”

Rhea stood there, at a loss. Her favorite girl was about to leave a group that has fought so hard to get to the top, all because two idiots didn't care about her enough to listen to a simple request. The anger from before was spilling over. She felt her hands shaking from it. Finn and JD hurt Y/N, now they were going to pay.

#wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor imagine #finn balor x reader

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thecountoflondonfansite · 25 days ago

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Henry felt devastated for his oldest friend. "That's absolutely horrible. I can't possibly imagine what Robert is going through. Even though he had issues with his father, this would no doubt affect him greatly.” His heart ached for Robert. Having lost his father due to a murder. Who could've done that? Was it the same person who attempted to kill Mr. Danvers Carew with the fire which Hyde got framed for? “You said it seemed personal. Why do you say that, old friend?” The lawyer took a moment to answer. “The murder was grisly and there wasn't anything stolen from the crime scene. It sounded more than just a robbery gone wrong. If it was truly that, expensive items would've been missing yet it all remained. I'm honestly shocked that Robert never told you. You two were always so close. Practically inseparable from college.” Henry looked visibly uncomfortable and solemn due to what his friend had said. “Thank you for telling me this. I do hope Robert will tell me about this on his own time. I won't force him or rush him.” Gabriel nodded at that. “Are you going to tell him?” The teacher seemed hesitant to answer that. “I will, once he has his own problems sorted. I would rather not add onto his problems with my own.” While it was true, Henry also didn't want to make things more complicated for Robert. He knew that his best friend had HJ7 and possibly could have ingested it. Leading to his own soul being split. It would only stress him out which could lead to his possible version of Hyde to get better control over him. It would only serve as ammo Robert's counterpart could use against him. “That is quite understandable. You two have been through a lot. Also considering the incident with your former employee. Mr. Hyde. It's been so stressful for both of you.” Hyde felt nervous whenever Gabriel would mention him. It felt like he could so easily uncover who he truly was to Henry. It was why he never appeared around him either. It's not that they didn't trust him. Not at all. As crazy as Hyde thought he was, he didn't want to possibly lose a friend he technically never met. He actually liked Gabriel and knew that the lies Henry kept would hurt the man deeply. It was a shared fear between Henry and Edward. “Thank you for understanding that, Gabriel. Also thank you for helping me.” Gabriel offered him a warm smile. “Of course. I would do anything for my dearest friends.” It troubled Henry. Why didn't Robert say anything about his father? Yet again, Robert did keep it a secret that he had a vial of HJ7 too. Becky looked confused, she had known about the murder of Dr. Lanyons father before he did. She was sure he would've known. Before the young girl could think about it further, she heard a voice calling for her. It was her uncle's voice. She listened to him calling, luckily Gabriel was too occupied with Henry to notice that. She went over to her father and tugged at his sleeve. Making Dr.Two-Brains lean over so she could whisper into his ear. “Dad, Uncle Alan is calling me. It sounds really urgent, I'll be back as soon as possible.” The mad scientist seemed reluctant to let her leave but nodded. “Alright, please don't take too long. Be careful.” With that said, Becky left. The moment she was alone, checking to make sure it was safe, Becky transformed and flew straight to Alan's and Hugh's apartment. She wondered why he called for her instead of going there himself. It must've been something serious. When she arrived, Becky went to the apartment she knew they resided in. Giving the door a couple of knocks before it was answered by Alan. Behind him were the other three of the four. “Uncle Alan? What are the others doing here?” His expression remained stoic. “We wanted to tell you something. We need you to tell your dad to turn his phone on. We have urgent information to tell him. Something has happened. We need to tell him what as well as the information we gained from it.”

Becky looked alarmed at what her uncle had just said. "Does it have something to do with Dr. Barriton?" Becky inquired as she remembered her dad telling her about the blonde scientist. Becky never really met him since the guy was fired when she was a baby. Her dad did describe him as an absolute narcissus and prick who was Athena's cousin. Becky didn't hold it against anyone to be related to that psycho woman since her twin brother Eris was a good person. She held the man's character and lack of morals against him. Alan shook his head. "No, it wasn't Calvin. Have you heard any of the adults speak of a Lucian Bennett?" Alan asked his niece. Becky pondered the question a bit and shook her head. "Not really, no." She answered. "Who is he?" The four looked at each other, not really sure how to explain. Hugh decided to speak about the man and his encounter to a degree. "We are not entirely sure who Lucian is as a person, but we know he is like Edward Hyde. By that, I mean he is the counterpart of someone who took the HJ7 formula." Becky's eyes widened at Hugh's explanation. There was someone out there who had their own Mr. Hyde! "Does Dr. Jekyll know about Lucian?" Becky asked in an urgent tone. The others gave a nod. "Yeah, he is aware of Lucian. He is also aware of the man having his own variation of the HJ7 formula though he isn't entirely sure how it is possible." Jenkins explained. "Listen, Becky. We really need to get in touch with your dad. It's difficult to explain but Lucian had nearly gotten physical with Hugh. We need to tell your dad what we know and what happened. Alan couldn't fly to Henry's house since it would have caused some alarm and we know the others are still recovering from Athena's attack. That is why he contacted you." Patricia explained in a serious tone. Becky nodded as she understood the gravity of the situation. "Okay, I'll get my dad." The heroine then took off back to Dr. Jekyll's apartment. "Where did your daughter run off too?" Gabriel asked. "Oh, she remembered she had to go outside and call her uncle Alan and let him know she couldn't spend the night at his and Hugh's home this Friday since personal things came up." Dr Two Brains quickly explained. Utterson looked surprised at the response. "She had to take her phone call outside." The lawyer exclaimed with a slightly suspicious tone. Two Brains internally panicked. 'Why can't this guy be as dumb as the rest of the civilians in this city.' "Oh well it was special bonding family thing they had this weekend though Becky is no longer feeling up to it. She and her uncle Alan have unique traditions that are not meant for other ears to hear. It shouldn't take to long for Becky to speak with Alan." Two Brains exclaimed. Henry seemed to catch onto the hidden meaning of his boyfriends' words and decided to help cover for him. "It's a strange but endearing characteristic that my boyfriend's family has. They like to keep their personal businesses private, even if it is just regular, family matters." Henry added. Gabriel looked a bit confused but quickly shook it off for now. "If you say so, Henry." He then turned to Dr. Two Brains. "So your brother is dating Dr. Mann?" Gabriel asked Two Brains shook his head. "No, Alan is dating Hugh, but he isn't my brother. He is technically my brother-in-law. He is Becky's mom's sibling." The mad scientist corrected. In what seemed to be a short amount of time, Becky returned inside. "Hey, kiddo. How did your talk with Uncle Alan go on the phone?" Dr. Two Brains inquired. Becky greeted her dad with a smile but Two Brains and Henry could tell that it was faked. "It went well, but he wanted me to let you know to turn on your phone. Hugh and the other four have been trying to reach you and see how you were doing." Becky respond. Two Brains looked embarrassed and quickly pulled out his phone to turn it on. His eyes widened as he saw the missed calls. "Oops. Sorry. I turned my phone off because I was having a conversation with Henry and didn't want to be disturbed." Two Brains exclaimed. @unhingedexperimenter

#the glass scientists #tgs au #tgs rp

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