#she could at least have gotten a girl that could suck a fat dick

[lecheroustaint]

Harley had been at this for a long, long time. Perhaps a younger version of himself would have done the 'right' thing during that one faithful day in the parking lot. With age came wisdom and if he had done the morally correct thing, he wouldn't have gotten his one of the sloppiest memorable blowjobs to date. By a stroke of fate, Harley had sat in on her first interview when she tried to get her foot in the door at the precinct. His presence was more so to evaluate the job of the person conducting the interview. The moment he saw Nicky, the evaluation took a backseat. The older male didn't even say a single word to the young hopeful but did the more important thing - he listened. He never took his cold, judging gaze off Nicky the entire time. When there was something of note, he jots a note down quickly in little black book. Harley didn't get to where he was now by just skating by and letting his dreams come to him. It was his curse and ultimately, it had been the reason why his first marriage failed.

After knocking up his girlfriend at a 18, his younger self aimed to do right by her. The couple got married and took on the world together. Harley's workhorse mentality kicked in as he tried to be the best provider he could be for their young family. The desire to ensure his family was taken care of ended up being the double edged sword that was their downfall. He worked himself to the bone, climbing through the ranks from spunky upstart to the chief of police he was today. It was draining - physically and mentally but he tried to tell himself that it was worth it. In hindsight, there had been signs of their downfall (had he been paying enough attention). He never thought his wife would cheat on him. It wasn't until he came home to find her skewered on a strangers cock that his world came crashing down. Harley doesn't quite remember what happened after other than he blacked out in a fit of rage and woke with two hands marred with bruised knuckles and open wounds. A part of him died that day and every since, he'd secretly despised himself for letting it happen. To distract and numb himself from the pain, he turned to drugs and sex. At least when he was high as a kite or balls deep in some pussy, he didn't have to think of failing his family. Harley never spoke to his wife ever since the incident but did his best to stay in his daughter's life. She constantly told him that it wasn't all his fault but the words often fell on deaf ears. After his daughter also got pregnant at 18, he made tried to fix some of his wrongdoings and be more present for his grandchild. It did make it even more fucked up to realize that Nicky was a closer age to his granddaughter than she was to his daughter. It was vile but it was also undeniable. The girl was more than just a hot piece of ass. You could walk into any bar or club and take home any girl with Daddy issues to milk your dick into if you wanted. None of them would show a fraction of the dedication that he'd seen from Nicky, even during their short time together. When he was asked to guest speak at his granddaughter's high school, he only accepted on the grounds he could bring one of the new hires on the force. What seemed like a kind gesture of mentorship was really an excuse to have Nicky on her knees behind the podium, sucking out his thick, potent seed from his cum swollen balls. Unfortunately for her, Harley is quite the eloquent speaker and she was forced to keep his cock warm in her mouth for nearly two hours. He vividly remembers having to cover his slap with a cough when she dared to stop throating his fat dick during his speech. The reward for showing such dedication to her job was a thick load deep inside her guts in his cruiser whilst still in the school parking lot. Apparently fucking in their cars was quickly becoming their MO.

nicky thrives in the bustling atmosphere of the precinct. the days there blur into a whirlwind of paperwork, bothering her coworkers, and an occasional adrenaline rush. she's drawn to an enigmatic figure amidst the chaos: the police chief. nicky could understand the crushing weight of rising onto the pedestal presented to you, no issues there. it's one of the first things they find to have in common. most of their encounters are clandestine outside of the casual mentor-mentee connection. behind closed doors the chief reveals a side of himself that few are privileged to see. a whisper of a command and a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and he's leading the youngest bertelli down a deviant path. each of their encounters more intoxicating than the last. it's a dangerous game to be playing knowing it may cost her everything she's working so hard to achieve, and james's budding career too. yet the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush coursing through her veins is impossible to resist. in harley, she finds release from the stresses of her day-to-day life, a reprieve from the weight of expectations and responsibilities. that's addicting by itself. nicky's tired of people who treat her like she’s too prim and precious to be human. to bleed or break. her parents. her siblings. former lovers. they mean well, they do. but nicky’s tired of well when she's lusting after something wild. someone who isn’t easily intimidated by her or the tight-knit family she comes from.

she finds that the younger the man the more likely he is to fear breaking his partner than wrecking them. and nicole herself craves a man in her life who would delight in breaking her down and building her back up. a sadist; the concept is well understood by the mouthy masochist even if the words are still foreign. she’s always had a taste for those who're older, perfectly at ease with heads turning and her family worrying about her taste in partners so long as they deliver and make the concern worthwhile. he certainly knows how to make the risk well worth the gamble. harley's presence is commanding, turning heads wherever he goes. as if that wasn't enough to enthrall the military brat in her and the insatiable desire to submit to the control of another; underneath his polished exterior lurk darker desires, ones kept hidden from prying eyes with good reason. when her boss finds her half-stoned in her little sedan, nicole is ready to do disgusting, self-deprecating things in hopes at least her brother has a chance to keep his job, even if she was surely on the way to losing hers. she's not even reprimanded. much to her surprise, and her offense, harley questions the quality of the pot, inviting himself in to partake in the smoke session after nicole scoffs for assuming she didn’t know better than to risk it all over ditch weed. there's disappointment she didn’t have to degrade herself to keep the peace, then an adrenaline rush as things between them escalate. culminating with harley’s cock hitting the back of nicky’s throat as she makes a mess of herself with her drool and tears. now, the mutual intrigue is bordering on obsession; further proof in nicky’s book that she’s one of god’s favorites. destined for anything she longs for as long as she’s truly craving it. currently, nicky longs for the chief of police’s attention and approval. as much as she can milk out of him. her new hobby might just become fascinating and enthralling the man with the extent of her depravity. how far she’s willing to push herself to please.

neatly groomed brows furrow as she studies harley with a quizzical look, like she can’t quite understand the language of the question. eyes trail over the lines on his face, silvery strands contrasting against the inky blackness of his hair. all markers of age on the man, leaving nicky lusting over him to the point of ignoring basic safeguards drilled into her head practically from birth. she can't deny the sound of the gun cocking makes her cunt clench. as he wonders out loud about the best way to abuse her holes, she's overcome with fearful arousal. a hazardous, deliciously intoxicating combo. yes, nicole knows better than to be doing this shit. and yet, she also knows better than to second-guess harley and any warning signs he's merciful enough to grant. "if you're feeling nice enough to give me a countdown i guess i better not waste your patience, huh, dad?" with that, she kneels before him in a position familiar to them. but the feeling of running her tongue along the underside of the barrel of his gun is entirely new. alarming and alluring all in one go. "oh, fuck me." she curses, eyes rolling upwards not because nicky hates this. but because she understands how screwed she is, now that she knows how exhilarating the rush of fear and danger can be. glossy, full lips wrap around the muzzle. she slurps at it much like she has the head of his cock. the barrel of the gun disappearing inch by inch deeper into her mouth until the trigger guard stops her from going any deeper. cute, choked noises escape her, though she refuses to pull back in favor of forcing herself to breathe through her nose. all so nicky can blink up at the older man, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gazes at him adoringly.

[abbatoirablaze]

And Cream

So, this can be read with or without Peaches, but it is in the same vein/timeline.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of prostitution, sexual teasing of a minor, pussy slapping, authority kink, gaslighting, dubcon relationship, dark Lee Bodecker, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, edging, domestic kink, breeding kink, smut/unprotected sex, cock worship, creampie.

Yes sir, that one thing was for sure, Sheriff Lee Bodecker always got what he wanted. And the only thing he currently wanted was little Lyla Simms.

Lee spat on the ground thinking about how she used to be a straight shooter. A good little cheerleader with straight A’s. Never talked back or did nothing bad. She was his good girl. Always sweet as peaches. Least she was til her parents split.

And damn it, they were dirt poor to begin with, the Simms family, but when her daddy split and kicked her momma out, well shit, either one of em would have been lucky to rub two nickels together at any given time. And that, at least in part, is what led little Lyla down her current path. Lee had gotten a call from Peggy, one of the bartenders at a joint drink and screw place off the highway the summer before she turned eighteen. She was running with Sandy.

And Lee thought that he’d managed to teach her a lesson by picking her up and taking her to the station. He’d given her a lecture about how she could be better and sent her on her merry way. Until it became a habit. Lee would be picking her up at least two or three times a month when he came across her.

Each and every time it became harder and harder to let his sweet little peach go. And then one day he snapped. It was fresh in his memory as though it had happened just hours ago, instead of nearly two years ago.

“Bet you’d let me go if I sucked that fat dick of yours.”

Such dirty words that had come out of her mouth. But the look in her eye that proved to him they weren’t just words. It wasn’t just a whore being vulgar because she was caught. Made him miss his turn to the station. Made him keep driving til he hit his house up in Brewer Heights. It made him damn near feral as he dragged her up the steps to his house. As he ground his erection into the globes of her ass. As he licked and sucked at her collarbone.

“You wanna take this fat cock, don’t ya, you little slut?”

The look in her eyes was everything to him as she nodded along, agreeing to the action. And that’s what sent him over the edge. Made him feel like he was gonna take his little peach and make her his good girl again. Then make her his wife. And finally, the mother of his children. If there was one thing that Lee Bodecker had known in that moment, it was that Lyla Simms was his. And he was gonna show her just how much she belonged to him.

He nearly made her cum on his fingers. He edged her on purpose, then would pull away, slapping her cunt until her lips were puffy and swollen. Until she was a drooling, blubbering mess begging for her release.

Seeing her look so destroyed without ever feeling his cock inside of her made Lee feel on top of the world. And the look she gave him when she did finally see his cock...he almost came right then and there. He wanted to.

But he knew he had to bide his time. Had to train his girl right. He couldn’t fuck it up. Had to show her just how to be his good girl. The one he took out for milkshakes and talked with until the sun nearly came up.

“Lee-” she whimpered as his cock twitched against his abdomen. She stared at him hungrily, as though she were beggin for it.

He smirked, barely able to keep his composure as he grabbed her throat and let out a low growl, stopping his work on stretching out her tight cunt, “I told you now, girl…it’s either sheriff, or sir…do you understand me?”

“Y-yes sir!”

He threw her head back against the soft mattress, her breasts bouncing enough to make his own mouth water.

“I’m gonna show you what a real man can do…you understand me, peaches?” he asked as he dropped to his knees, “then you’re gonna get me off. Gonna show me how much you appreciate me for letting you get off so much all these years.”

“Y-yes sir!”

And he went to work, attacking her swollen clit and folds like he was a man that hadn’t seen food in weeks. His tongue worked on licking fat strips up her cunt, while he shot two fingers right back into her. Her back arched into him as a wordless moan left her lips. Lee could see the duvet being crinkled together behind her back as he gazed up at her. She was clawing into it to try and stave off her oncoming orgasm.

“Let it out, peaches,” he cooed, nipping at her inner thigh, “I got you, sweetheart.”

“Oh Lee!”

Lee stopped, and she knew she fucked up. Even through her bated breaths, she could see the anger in Lee’s eyes, “what the fuck did you call me?”

“L-listen, I-I’m sorry sh-“

But she was cut off by a harsh slap across the face. As her cheek lit up a cherry red, she turned hesitantly back to him, tears welling up in her eyes. Lee frowned, his jaw tightening, “damn it, girl…see what you got me doing to ya?”

He sounded almost remorseful. And that scared her even more. The man who she thought she had wrapped around her finger, the sheriff that had a soft spot, only for her, just slapped her.

“S-sheriff?”

Lee sighed, sitting on the bed. His hand stroked her cheek and she shied away from him, “I don’t want to hurt ya, girl. You’re my good girl though, ain’t ya?”

“Y-yes.”

“My peach?”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Well, a good girl can follow instructions,” he sighed softly, the back of his hand reaching out again. This time she didn’t shy away, and Lee gave her a softer look, “listen now, girl. I’m doing this because I care about ya, alright? You can’t go round doing this type of shit. You wanna be my good girl, right? Think you can follow instructions?”

She nodded, unable to bring it to herself to argue with the man that held all the power in that moment. The man that held all the cards.

“You wanna be whorin’ yourself around now?” he asked. Lee watched as a tear slid down her cheek. She shook her head quickly, “then why the hell are you doing it, huh? Why you down there in Tecumsuh letting them dirtbags take a turn with ya.”

“I-my momma needs the money,” she muttered, not daring to look him in the eyes, “I-I can’t become homeless, sheriff…sh-she says it’s for rent.”

“I’m gonna let you go, but yer gonna go to your momma’s place and tell her you ain’t doin that stuff on more,” Lee replied, his jaw set in a rigid line as he told the woman on his bed what to do, “you ain’t gonna go doin that to yourself no more.”

“I-“

“I said what I said,” he all but yelled, cutting off her pitiful defense. She jumped and Lee sighed again, upset that he was allowing himself to get so worked up in front of her, “don’t let me catch you doing that shit anymore, you understand me?”

“Y-yes sheriff.”

“Good,” he huffed. Lee looked back at his hard cock, and then to the woman still cuffed on his bed. He wanted her, but not like this. Not as some dollar whore from the train yard, “I’m gonna grab you some of my clothes to borrow, since I ruined yours an all, then I’mma drop you off at your momma’s place. You’re gonna tell her that you’re done, and then we’re comin back here.”

Her eyes shot to his, “What?”

“No girl of mine is gonna be some homeless whore on the streets,” he hissed, tucking himself into his pants. He stood up from the bed and walked over to his drawers, grabbing some spare clothes, “we’re gonna make sure you’re nice and taken care of Lyla. You’re my good girl, right?”

“I’m your girl?”

He nodded, “yes. And that means you’re gonna be stayin with me. Gonna get you cleaned up all good and right because you’re my good girl…right?”

“R-right.”

“Means I gotta keep you safe,” he reminded her. He grabbed her by the arm and helped her up. Letting her out of the cuffs, he told her to go grab a shower. With that, and the clothes, she was off towards the bathroom, Lee smacking her hard on the ass.

When the rumor mill opened up and people started talking, saying they saw Lyla Simms, the sweet little cheerleader who’d turned into a whore down in Tecumsuh, walking out of Lee’s house in his clothes, things started clicking. It was then that everyone in town knew the reason why Lee Bodecker had hung around the high school. He’d stopped volunteering his time shortly after her class had graduated. And now the town knew why.

And true to his word, Lee drove her back to her momma’s run-down apartment on the edge of Tecumsuh, where she told her that she was done whoring herself out. And if it weren’t for Lee holding her arm, saying that she was gonna be living with him from then on, he’s pretty sure the pimp sitting on the couch in the living room would have beat the shit out of her for even suggesting such a ridiculous thing.

But when they got back to the house, Lee realized she hadn’t said another word to him.

“You okay peaches?” he asked. She nodded and he frowned, “I’m gonna need you talking there, sweetheart. When I ask you a question none of this nodding or shaking your head only bullshit. Okay?”

“Y-yes sir. I’m sorry.”

Lee smiled, his hand falling over hers while it rested on her lap, “that’s alright peaches. You just don’t know the rules yet…but we’ll work on it. I’ll make sure you’re my perfect girl…now…first rule. Your holes belong to me. And only me. I wadn’t jokin around when I said that I own you, alright? You’re done bein a whore…unless it’s for me.”

“O-okay sheriff.”

“Rule number two,” he said calmly, “you only cum after I say you can. You understand me girl? That means if you’re ready to burst, you better fuckin wait, because you only get to cum if I say so. So, you better get real good at beggin me for it, because chances are, you don’t get to cum until I’ve already done so.”

“O-okay.”

“Rule three. You’re only allowed to call me Sheriff, Sheriff Bodecker, or sir.”

“W-why can’t I call you by your first name, Lee?”

“What did I just say?”

She looked down to her thighs. Lee noticed them clenching together as her cheeks tinged pink, and he smiled to himself as she repeated his previous statement, “only sheriff, Sheriff Bodecker, or sir.”

“Did I say you could call me by my first name?”

“N-no sir.”

She was taking to it like a duck to water. His good girl. His peach. Lee smiled, “tell you what, peaches…you give me what I want…I’ll do what you are asking and let you call me by my first name. I’m a reasonable man…you just gotta follow the rules and make me happy. Understand?”

She nodded, “h-how do I make you happy?”

“Well, a good little girlfriend would be sucking my cock on the way home…don’t you think?” he asked with a smirk, “specially after he did something so noble as pulling her from a pimp! From stopping her from whoring herself out…”

She looked at him, and Lee caught her breath hitch in her throat as she looked to his uniform. When he spoke again, she damn near jumped out of her skin, “well it ain’t gonna suck itself, peaches…get to work.”

Lyla dropped to the floor beside him and delicately pulled down his zipper. Lee groaned when she pulled down his pants and briefs over his cock. She pressed a delicate kiss to the crown of his cock, and spit on her hand, gripping the base, “that’s it, sweetheart. Show the sheriff just how grateful you are.”

“Thank you,” she whimpered, adding more kisses and licks to the tip of his cock. Her tongue glazed over his slit, and he hissed, precum oozing out of it, “thank you so much for saving me, sheriff.”

“Of course, there, peaches,” he purred, one hand falling away from the steering wheel as it tangled in her hair, “you’re a good girl, ain’t ya? Just want a good life.”

“I’m a good girl,” she repeated softly between licks, “I want a good life…with you, sheriff.”

Lee groaned as she went down on him, her cheeks hollowing out as she made room to accommodate the length invading her mouth.

“Say it again,” Lee demanded. When she went to release herself from his cock, he held her head in place, bucking his hips up, “damn it girl, I gave you an order. Say that shit again while that pretty mouth sucks my cock.”

When she was slow to comply, Lee grabbed the back of her neck and bucked harshly up into her throat. She whimpered, and fought a little, but Lee was much stronger. She made a little bit of muffled noise, and it sounded like she was repeating what Lee told her to, as though it was her new mantra.

Lee hummed approvingly as the vibrations traveled up his cock.

“Now tell me how much you want my big, fat dick in that tight little cunt.”

More hums and vibrations trailed up his shaft as she responded. And Lee cursed, “shit, girl I don’t know what you said, but I know it was a mouthful…stop sucking and tell me.”

He bucked again, but this time allowed her to back off of his cock. She’d had tears streaming down her face from the force of his previous thrusts. A thick stream of saliva and precum trailed from his cock to her mouth, and Lee felt his cock twitching. He loved how she looked in that moment.

“I want your big fat dick in my tight little cunt,” she replied, voice low and sultry. He smirked. He didn’t know if her voice was slightly hoarse from her deep throating him, or from her own arousal, “I-I wanna feel you deep in me, sheriff. L-love how your cock feels in my mouth, but I wanna feel you in my cunt…Make me yours, sheriff.”

Lee’s free hand trailed through her hair, his cock twitching yet again as he stared at her, “god damn it girl…you keep up the way you talk with the way you take me, and I might let you marry me.”

Lee put the car in park, and that’s when she’d noticed that they were back in front of the house, “h-how?”

“Time flies when you’re taking care of me, sweetheart,” he smiled, shooting her a wink as he tucked himself back in his pants, “now you go on and get in that house, and strip naked. I want you on that bed by the time I throw my clothes in the wash. Understand me?”

“Y-yes sir.”

Lee smiled as he watched her go into the house. Adjusting himself, he made sure to hold his hat in front of himself as he grabbed the mail. Thankfully, no one was around, and it was an unneeded action, but Lee got more and more turned on by the thought of his exhibitionism with Lyla. Of his dominance. When he got to the bedroom, she was there, ready and waiting for him. Lee smiled.

“Good girl.”

“Best cock I ever had,” she whimpered as Lee hammered into her at a brutal pace, “best fucking cock…s-so big. So full…”

“That’s because that pretty little pussy is so tight for me, peaches,” Lee moaned as he pulled Lyla’s hips hard to his, jackhammering into her. His cock was pistoning in and out, her moans ragged as she tried to focus on not cumming before she was allowed to, “even after almost two years…still so fucking tight for me…fuck, girl.”

“T-thank thank you s-sir!”

Lee smirked as he watched his girl. His good girl. Taking his cock. Thanking him for allowing her to fuck him. It’d been a journey. One that he fully loved every second of. He’d trained her so well. She was waiting on him hand and foot. His meals were hot, his drinks were stiff, and his balls emptied every night into her.

Life was perfect for Lee Bodecker.

The only thing he found himself upset by was that he still hadn’t gotten up the courage to put a ring on her finger or a baby in her belly…at least, not a confirmed one. He’d put her on the pill shortly after she’d been moved into his place, but a few weeks ago, he traded em out with placebos.

His good girl was no longer known as the whore of Tecumsuh, but rather the sweet girl that she had been when she was in high school. Lee had her volunteering all over the county at soup kitchens and shelters. Had her join up in one of those book clubs, and the baker’s club. She was quite the little cook, and Lee reveled in how everyone knew Lyla Simms as Sheriff Lee Bodecker’s girlfriend. They all gave him the credit of turning her life around. And it made his big ego that much larger.

“Beg for it, peaches,” Lee grunted, his pace picking up as he speared into her even deeper, “I know you can, peaches.”

She was torn between reality and the edge of an orgasm. The one that he’d been holding over her head for the better part of 90 minutes. Lee slapped her lightly, and her eyes went from almost dazed, to straight cock drunk, “s-s-sir.”

He picked her hips up and got deeper, angling her body more towards his, “I know you beg real pretty, peaches. You beg for it now.”

“Pl-p-please,” she moaned, her cunt beginning to clench around Lee’s cock. He groaned and stabbed into her even harder. She instantly reacted, her hips meeting his pace, but a pornographic moan falling from her mouth. Lee watched her, “p-lease sh-sheriff. I-I…so close..cum. I. Cum.”

“What?” he laughed, his pace never faltering as a dark look crossed his features, “I didn’t get that, peaches. What did you want me to do?”

“I-I-I…FUCK,” she screamed as he pulled out of her right as she hit the wall of her orgasm. Her eyes went wild, and they filled with tears as Lee had rejected her another orgasm and slid onto his knees, resting on the back of his heels. She pushed herself up, instantly trying to cling to the sheriff. Her hands settled on his shoulders as she all but threw herself at him. He smirked, seeing how her pussy was drenched, how it was practically drooling, the folds glistening in their low bedroom lighting, “please…I need. Please sheriff…I’ll do anything.”

She immediately threw herself down to his cock, like a needy whore, kissing it, and providing little kitten licks to his crown. Her heard her whimpering how he was perfect. How good his cock was. His girl was worshipping him. She slid his cock into her mouth and Lee’s eyes hooded momentarily.

“So needy,” he taunted, pulling her mouth away from his cock. She whimpered pitifully and stared into his eyes, “you wanna cum peaches?”

“Ye-yes. Yes sir. P-Please. Please.”

“You want the sheriff’s cream, peaches?”

“Yes.”

He smirked, “you better beg for it baby…”

“Please Sheriff. I-I-“

“No.”

Her eyes went wide, “n-no?”

“Only girl that gets sheriff’s cream is his wife,” Lee shrugged, “are you the sheriff’s wife?”

“No.” Lee smiled at how the world sadly pulled itself from her. How her shoulders dropped when she realized she wasn’t gonna get him. But then she looked up at him, “y-you’ve given me your cream before, sheriff.”

He smiled even more, laying on the bed as she got onto her knees, staring at him expectantly. She whimpered again, “b-but I’ve been good…ha-haven’t I?”

“You want the sheriff’s cream, sweetheart, you gotta be his wife.”

“Please sheriff.”

His grin turned into his jaw clenching as he held back his moans. Her hands had worked their ways up his thighs. One hand had begun stroking his cock, while the other had started massaging his balls. He spread his legs a little more and she moaned, straddling a thick thigh. Lee could feel how wet she still was for him as he asked, “please, what? Peaches?”

“N-need you, sheriff…need your cream,” she replied, giving him a longing look. Lee ushered her forward, and she crawled up his body until their faces were in front of each other. Lee softly brushed some of her hair from her face, and then his hands began sliding down her body, pinching at her nipples, before settling on her hips. Lee noticed how she leaned into his touches. Smiled as she bit her lip, “please sir…I need you.”

“Earn it,” he whispered softly, lowering her hips and impaling her once more on his cock. He took in a shuddering breath at how her cunt instantly wrapped tightly back around him. How she held his cock perfectly, “tell me what you need…”

“N-need you,” she said quickly, rolling her hips, grinding down on his cock even more. He groaned, his hands reaching bag up to play with her breasts, rolling the pebbled nipples between his fingers. She moaned, and sped up her pace, “n-need you so bad.”

“What do you need?”

“Y-your cream.”

She moaned as Lee bucked his hips, hitting deeper into her core. His cock was pushing against her cervix with every roll of her hips. With every thrust.

“Do you want my cream, peaches?” he asked. She nodded vigorously, focusing on the feel of his cock inside of her. He bucked harder and she let out another pornographic moan. Shaky hands gripping onto his hips and making little crescent moons on his little muffin top, “answer the question girl.”

“N-need it. Need it.”

“Sound like a whore saying that,” he grunted, “only the sheriff’s wife gets my cream from now on…not little whores like you…you wanna be the sheriff’s wife there, whore?”

“Y-yes sir. Yes sir,” she moaned as her hips began to roll faster. Lee smiled, bucking along to the new rhythm, “please sir…ma-make me your wife. Please. Please.”

“You wanna be my wife, you little whore?” he asked, “You ain’t nothing but my little cum dumpster…what makes you think you can be my wife? My wife needs to be a good girl. Needs to be at home, givin me a family….you think you can do that.”

“Y-yes sir. Yes sir.”

“Wanna be giving me babies?”

“A-anything you want!” she proclaimed, “anything you want, sheriff!”

He upped the pace. Her hips rolling against him like it was the only thing that mattered to her. Because she was close to her release again. And Lee knew that it was time.

“Better beg me for it, peaches.”

“I want your cream. I want your cream,” she chanted, “please. Please sir. Give me it. L-let me cum. I’m yours.”

“Not good enough peaches,” he laughed, his own high coming to a fever pitch. His hand reached over and slapped her cunt. She moaned loudly, and Lee knew that it was now or never. She was about to cum. He slapped her cunt again and he felt her cunt tightening around him as she fought against her release, “I know you got better in ya, girl.”

“Please,” she all but screamed. Her body was threatening to shake violently as Lee grasped her hips and continued to force her to ride his cock, “please. Cum in me, sheriff. Please. Marry me. Marry me.”

“And?”

“Cum in me, sir! PLEASE! Use me. Give me your babies. PLEASE!” she screamed, “I’m your good girl. Your good girl. Cum. Please. Please!”

“Cum pretty girl,” Lee commanded. She obeyed immediately, her body violently shaking, impaled on his cock. Lee felt his own release as he emptied himself into her. Her cunt continued to seize around him, milking him. As she came down from her high, Lee smiled, pulling himself out of her, and laying her down on their bed. She looked completely ragged. Her hair was a mess, and she was covered in a layer of sweat from the almost two full hours of edging her. Lee watched as the cum leaked from her abused, stretched hole, and he pushed it all back in with two fingers. Her thighs twitched at the sensations, and Lee was gentle enough to place a few small kisses to them, “I got you, peaches.”

“Th-thank you sir.”

“Aww peaches,” Lee cooed, smoothing the hair down from her face, “you don’t gotta call me that, no more. What kind of fiancé would I be if I made you call me sir...from now on, it’s either Lee or daddy.”

“D-d-daddy?”

“Gotta get us in the habit of hearing it, mommy,” Lee said lovingly as he rubbed her flat stomach, “gonna be working on that real hard moving forward.”

“W-what?”

“Aww, come on now, mommy,” Lee smiled. He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her to his chest, “don’t get all shy on me now. You proposed to me. Gonna be getting all my cream from now on. We’re not gonna waste a single drop. And who knows, maybe before the wedding we’ll have you already good and knocked up.”

“L-lee?”

He pressed a kiss to her temple, as his hands pinched her nipples and rolled back down to her stomach, “fuck, I can’t wait til the milk starts coming in, and your belly gets all swollen with our child. Gonna be fuckin perfect, Lyla…gonna be such a good little mommy.”

“I-I’m on the pill, Lee.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled darkly, “I forgot to tell ya peaches…switched out your pills a few weeks ago…gonna be seeing that positive pregnancy test soon and getting started on a big ole family…yeah…we’re gonna be real busy, Mrs. Bodecker…gonna keep you nice and full of my cream.”

[spoopylay]

|wait what!| Bakugo x fem!plus size reader

Summary: Bakugo has had his eye on you since the 1st year. He wants now more than ever.

Includes: fingering, vaginal sex, hair pulling, a bit of degradation, protected sex

A/n: sorry if there are any mistakes. I didn’t really know what to put down because this is my first time writing smut, I’m still new to writing fanfics lol. Anyways, enjoy <3

It was a very hot day at UA high school and the third years  have finished training for the day. 

“Fuck, it’s so hot,” Bakugo complained.

“No shit Sherlock,” you said slapping the back of his head.

“YOU SHITHEAD! AT LEAST I STILL HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY LEFT TO BLOW YOUR ASS UP,” he said running after you.

“I’d like to see you try,” you said running back to the dorms while laughing.

You and Bakugo’s friendship was...interesting. You guys were always at each others necks, always trying to one up each other. Whether it was in training, on tests, or even seeing who get’s to school earlier, everything always had to turned into a competition. People are always confused on whether or not you two friends. It seems like you guys hate each other, but on the other hand don’t?

Your feelings for Bakugo all changed when he came back from a summer vacation trip with his parents in the second year. He got 10x hotter in such a short amount of time. You couldn’t stop blushing so much that you almost didn’t hangout with him that day. All the girls were fawning over him, but he never really cared. Fast forward a year later, and you still have a fat crush on him.

You got back to the dorm and immediately hit the shower. You got out, dried off and went to go change.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Mina standing there, eager to ask you a question.

“What are you doing tonight,” she asked.

“Nothing much, why?”

“Well I was thinking that you, me and the girls could all have a sleepover at Momo’s dorm.”

“That sounds fun. Let’s do it!”

“Yay! See you later bestie.”

“See ya!” 

You went back to getting dressed and took off your towel.

Meanwhile in the boy’s locker room, Bakugo was still replaying the image in his head if you running. Those thighs, that ass, they were driving him crazy. He just so happened to have gotten hard after he thought about it so he had to quickly leave so he can take care of the issue.

See something that you didn’t know was that Bakugo has had a crush on you since the first year. When he saw you walk into the classroom for the first time, it was game over. Your uniform made your chest look bigger and outlined your thick waist very well. Not to mention that the thigh high socks made your thighs look softer because it kind of pinched your thighs at the top. He was in love, but couldn’t show it because he didn’t want to look weak.

Some time goes by and you and the other girls are in Momo’s dorm.

“So y/n. Have you been crushing on anyone lately, hmmm?” Mina said while painting your nails.

“Umm, not really,” you replied stuttering.

“You’re lying y/n! You usually stutter when you lie,” Momo said.

“Fine you caught me. It’s Bakugo.”

The room went silent, until all of a sudden a whole bunch a squeals filled up that room.

“OMG YOU TWO WOULD LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER,” said Uraraka.

“YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER,” said Hagakure.

“Maybe you should go see if he’s busy right now so you can tell him,” Tsuyu suggested.

“I don’t even know if he likes me,” you said.

“C’mon let’s go,” Mina said pulling your arm.

“What where?”

“To Bakugos, duh.”

Before you could even say anything, you guys were already walking to his dorm and the other girls were following along.

“Guys I don’t think-,” before you could finish Mina knocked on the door for you.

“Y’all better have some beautiful babies in the future,” Mina said with a wink before sprinting off with the rest.

You were very nervous and before you even thought of leaving Bakugo opened the door.

“Yes dumbass,” he said.

“Uhh hey, just want to see if you were bored or something,”

“So you came all the way down to my dorm...to ask me that?”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

“Whatever. Come in.”

You went inside and turned around to see that he had already took his shirt off. His toned abs and pecs were about to make you lose your marbles.

“What? It’s hot in here,” he said with a smirk. He knew you were staring and he was enjoying teasing you without having to really do anything.

“Huh, what? Oh yeah it is heh.”

A couple of minutes go by and you two start talking and laughing. You get up to go get something and accidentally fall, landing on top a bakugo, inches away from kissing him.

You being stupid blurted out that you liked him and immediately regret it.

You got up but Bakugo pulled you back and kissed you hard. You guys continued to make out and next thing you know you were taking your sweater off.

“Y/n, you’re so hot,” he said taking off your shorts.

You were now in your bra and underwear and Bakugo couldn’t handle how sexy you looked and pushed you onto the mattress and got on top.

“Trust me baby, this will be the best night of your life,” he whispered in your ear.

He started kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving marks.

He then made his way down to your pussy and took off your underwear.

He gave you a kiss and started pushing his large, rough fingers into your tight hole so it could fit his large cock.

You moaned as you put your head back. You could feel yourself close to cumming, but that’s when Bakugo stopped.

“Sorry babe, but I want your first orgasm to be because of my dick,” he said pulling out his hard cock and slipping a condom on.

You looked at it for a second and told him that it won’t fit. But he chuckled and said, “I’ll make it fit.”

He then spread your thick thighs apart and put them around his waist. He then started thrusting into you as gentle as possible but even then it felt like he was mercilessly pounding into you. You couldn’t but loudly moan Bakugo’s name from all of the pleasure from his cock.

“That’s right. Am I making you feel good babe,” asked as he started rubbing your clit.

“Yes, yes you are,” you said moaning again.

You could feel yourself coming onto your high. You let out another moan as your back arched and you came onto his dick. But you weren’t done, you needed it again. Good thing Bakugo wasn’t done either.

He flipped you so your ass would be facing up and you face would be buried into his mattress.

He then started mercilessly fucking your poor, sensitive pussy until you couldn’t even think straight, all you could do was moan and shake your head.

He gave your full ass a hard smack that left a mark and you let out a loud moan and started gushing all over his dick.

“Who knew innocent y/n likes to be turned into a fucking whore,” he said continuing to pound into you.

“Do you like when I call you a whore y/n,” he said pulling your head up by your hair. You nodded.

“Good girl,” he said dropping your head back but still had his grip on the back of your head.

He continued until he finally came. He slipped off the condom, tied it, and threw it into the garbage can.

You collapsed onto your stomach because of how tired you were.

Bakugo gave you a bottle of water after you got cleaned up. You two agreed that you would sleep over at his dorm for the night.

“You know a had a crush on you since the 1st year y/n,” he said turning into his side.

“Wait what,” you said.

“Yep, ever since I saw you I’ve always wanted to be with you, romantically.”

“Well, why not make it a thing now,” you said holding his hand.

“I would really like that,” he said putting your head onto his chest.

The two of you then fell asleep and were excited to flex on everyone about how much of an amazing couple you two are.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly could we get a spicy Sunday post from good girls AU??

Good girls Kate and Anthony are wild things and I love to see it 🥵 Can we see them being more intimate and sweet during sexy times please, I love a bit of emotional bonding between them! You’re the best!

I know it is Monday in Australia, but it is still Sunday for me soooooo I was wondering if we could see some soft spice🌶 for good girls Kate and Anthony? Like maybe something more emotionally centered when they are teens? Please?

Okey Dokey Good Girls Kate and Anthony truly are the real horndogs of my AUCU But I also think the connection that they have is maybe one of the strongest. There's trauma bonding, there's flirting, there's dramatic declarations of love (or not so) and we love that for them.

Kate really did love everything about her boyfriend. Everything. The way his cheeky grin made her heart flutter, the way he ran around the house with his little brother on his shoulders, the fat that he'd marked his skin for her so confidently, the crown wrapped around his left wrist the one that tangled in her hair while she sucked his dick tha made him chuckle and gasp It looks like you're wearing it Princess. Like you deserve.

And really, after that sort of awkward first time had happened when her father had arrived home a little unexpectedly early just in time to hear her cry out (She'd told him she'd fallen over while Anthony hid in the wardrobe), The sex was nothing short of incredible. She loved everything about it. They way his skin slid against hers, the taste of him, the smell of him, the weight of his body against hers. And Anthony was so... eager to please, which maybe she should have expected about him but she hadn't. The very first time he'd slipped under her skirt, his hands tight on her legs she'd expected him to stop after she fell apart, but he'd smiled up at her for just a second, whispered You're so beautiful and dived right back in. And then Again, and Again. When he'd finished and she'd lain on her bed breathless and gasping, her shoulders heaving she'd gasped.

"Just give me a minute and I'll um... I'll do something for you."

And he'd laughed, her eyes shining down at her, "Not today. Have a nap." He'd pulled her against his chest and she'd frowned.

"But... You went down on me."

He'd looked more than a little smug, "You don't have to remind me, Princess, The memory is going to be very much burned into my mind. I think I'll probably think about this later tonight in the shower, and then tomorrow morning, probably tomorrow night."

"So you just... wanted to go down on me and you don't want me to go down on you in return?"

Anthony had looked a little startled, horrified almost, "It's not give and take Kate. This was about making you feel good, that makes me feel good."

And she'd fallen a little more in love with him.

Every single thing she'd said she was curious about, Anthony had done, he'd groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder when she said

"Do you want to 69?"

"Can you fuck me from behind?"

"Can I sit on your face?"

"Do you think your dick is big?"

That last one had gotten him.

He'd let out a choked "What?!" casting around his mother's living room for a distraction.

"Well I don't really have a frame of reference but like, when he was trying to get me to go down, Baz's seemed a lot smaller."

Anthony had looked very smug for the rest of the afternoon, and even more smug when he'd lain against his pillows his arm cushioning his head letting his muscles stretch, while the other hand guided her against him his voice rough What do you think Princess? How big does it feel?

And it might be true that most of the time Anthony bordered on rough, or at the very least possessive. His eyes burning into hers, fingertips bruising, teeth leaving marks where no one could see, And Kate loved it. Loved feeling him on her for days after he'd touched her, liked it probably more than was decent when they shagged in the abandoned bathroom upstairs at school and he tucked her knickers into his jacket for the rest of the day. But sometimes, Anthony needed something different, something more.

Like today, on the anniversary of his father's death. She'd known it was coming, she remembered the day it had happened, even when Anthony wouldn't talk about it. He'd drawn into himself, over the last week, smiling less, talking rarely and this morning he'd shown up at her house before breakfast, climbing up the tree outside her window, shouldering through it just as she woke.

He hadn't even said anything as he'd toed off his shoes, stripping down to his underwear before slipping into the sheets behind her.

"Hey, Honey." she'd spun in his arms, nuzzling against his neck providing the comfort he wouldn't ask for, but that must be the reason he'd come.

"Don't worry, I left my bike one street over, your mum and Dad won't know."

Kate had nodded, "Anthony, are you okay?"

He'd nodded, pulling back a little, his eyes so much sadder than he'd ever seemed, his heartbeat thundering away next to her ear as he leaned down to brush his lips to hers, his hand tilting her chin back to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping in, gliding against hers in a familiar way that had heat building in her stomach.

"Anthony are you sure-?" Her voice wobbled more than a little, suddenly terrified that he was asking for something he didn't want, using this in place of something else. But the way he looked at her cut the thought off.

His eyes pleading with her, the crease between his eyebrows, his voice almost begging her.

"Kate please, I just... I just want to feel loved today, even if just today. Can you just love me today?"

And it had nearly broken her heart.

She rolled to her back, tugging Anthony to settle in the cradle of her hips before sitting up to touch her lips the his again, softly at first but deeper and deeper, tongues tangling softly, lazily, as Anthony's hand started to roam under her shirt, desperately trying to tug it from her.

"Anthony, I'll love you forever if you let me."

His forehead dropped to her, a soft huff escaping him as he stared into her eyes for a long moment, before his lips dropped to her neck, sucking gently against the skin there, his hands tugging at her shorts until they disappeared along with his, before his hands settled on her hips, guiding her gently against him, his fingers inching slowly up her thigh.

He let out a pained groan as they found their mark, moving against her pushing her forward, higher, encouraging her against his hand, his lips swallowing her gasps and moans the air seeming to thicken around them desperately. And then it crashed over her like a wave on the beach, slowly built and softly fallen.

Still a little breathless she pushed Anthony's hair back from his eyes, as she slid down against the mattress, tugging him down to cover her, Anthony took a deep breath his voice shaking

"I love you. I'm not enough but I love you."

"If I only ever have you, It'll be enough." She was still breathless, still fighting for it as her hips started moving against him, his forehead dropping to hers with a sharp groan, the arms of his muscles flexing beautifully with the exertion, his hair falling into his eyes, tickling against her skin. She could feel it, their hearts beating in time, sweat mingling, breath leaving his body ad entering hers, connecting, eyes locked together as he pushed them higher and higher, the sounds of them moving together filling the room, his voice wrenched from his chest,

Kate, Kate, Kate, I love you, I love you, I love you

mixing with her own desperate voice.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Anthony. Wanting it to settle into his skin like a tattoo, like the marks her fingernails were leaving on his back.

And with their eyes locked together they fell over the edge, Anthony shuddering against her, holding him against her chest as she came down, the sweat cooling on their skin.

How long they stayed like that, she couldn't tell, but sometime later, she slipped from his arms, crossing to the desk in the corner, plucking a purple sharpie from it as Anthony's eyes burned curiously into her back.Kate slid back into bed beside him, forcing Anthony to roll onto his back as she straddled him, uncapping the pen.

"Whenever you need me to tell you I love you, today, or any other day, Just look down."

Anthony smiled softly, as he looked down at the 8 letters she'd scrawled over his beating heart.

"Can you come with me, today?"

She'd nodded, sighing as she heard footsteps down the hall,

"Get dressed and come through the front door."

He nodded, their lips brushing again as he slid from the window. And the next time he pulled his shirt off tears sprang to her eyes when she saw the purple ink he'd made permanent, her words inked into his skin forever.

[nickiewrites]

Perfect. (Chris Evans)

Type: Smut

Warnings: Swearing, sex

Words: 2,117

Pairing: Cevans x reader

Standing looking in the large mirror in the bedroom, smoothing out the dress on my body, wondering if it looked good or not. Tonight was a big night and I wanted to look perfect. I looked up and down a few times, thinking maybe my hair wasn’t put together right, my shoes didn’t match. All the thoughts about what could go wrong were mostly focused on the way I looked. Not a very good thought to have, but I couldn’t help it. I was about to change when I felt hands being placed at my sides from behind and lips being attached to my neck.

“You look amazing, angel.” Chris whispered, softly kissing the shell of my ear. I closed my eyes and shivered. “Absolutely perfect. Nothing less.”

“Thank you, love.” I said faintly. “I guess I look fine. I was going to go change but we don’t have time now.”

“Baby, why would you change? That’s my favorite dress on you! And it’s my big night, you want me to be sad on my big night?” He pouted. I turned around to face him, looking at how amazing he looked compared to me. He was effortlessly beautiful.

“No, no I don’t, I just want tonight to be perfect. But if you like this dress on me, I want you to be happy and i’ll stick with it.” I smiled, leaning up and pressing a deep kiss on his lips. I felt Chris deepen it, his hands cupping my cheeks to keep me there. I kissed him for a few more seconds, before trying to pull away. When I wasn’t released, I started to giggle against him, which made him pull back.

“What?” He smiled at me. “Come on, we gotta leave. Nothings going wrong tonight, remember?” I insisted. “Fine. But you’re getting it when we get home.” He eyed me up and down, before grabbing my hand and leading me to the car that was waiting outside.

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The car pulled up to the purple carpet, people, cameras, celebrities everywhere. I felt myself starting to be nauseous, just from being nervous. The car stopped and Chris opened the door, helping me out and grabbing my hand. Soon enough, cameras were snapping pictures and interviewers were pulling Chris away.

“I’m sorry angel, I have to go do this.” He said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. “It’s okay love, I understand.” He smiled brightly and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. “Okay, baby. I’ll see you when we get ready to go inside.” He said, before jetting off. I smiled and turned to Scott and Zach, being thankful that Chris’ entire family was there.

It was about an hour and a half later when they started calling all of the stars to be seated inside the theater first. We made our way in the ginormous crowd, flooding towards the theater. Soon enough, I saw the bright blue suit and smiled. He pushed past a few people to make his way to us.

“Hi love, how were your interviews?” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “They were good, sad that this is gonna be one of the last times we’re all together.” He said. “Awe, baby. It’ll be okay, I’m sure that you guys are all close enough, you’ll have plenty of more time together.” I insisted. He nodded at me. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, just don’t like change. Everything going perfect as you anticipated?” He questioned. “Yes, sir.” I laughed. He turned to me and lifted an eyebrow. “Sir?” He started to wiggle his eyebrows and I laughed more.

“Okay, and Mr. Evans, your family is being seated here.” The lady inside the theater walked us to our seats. “You’ll be here, right on the end, so that when we call you up, you’ll be right there. Next to you, mom and dad.” She gestured, everyone sitting down, both of Chris’ sisters sitting next to their parents, Zach following with Scott. “And next to Scott, will be you.” She pointed to me, not even saying my name, clearly printed on the sheet she was holding. I sighed, sitting down. Not that I minded sitting next to Scott, we were very close and I loved him like my own brother. And I was happy Chris was next to his parents. But being six people down from him, not even being able to communicate…

This was NOT how I imagined tonight going.

I felt Chris trying to lock eyes with me, leaning back and forth but I ignored it, pretending to look around and see everyone and their families fill the auditorium. Scott tried to have a conversation with me but my mind was just somewhere else. I felt my phone buzz in my lap.

Chris: I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t know they would do this.

Me: It’s fine, I know it wasn’t you.

Chris: Then why won’t you even look at me?

Me: Because what’s the point, we can’t even talk, are we just going to stare at each other and use telepathy??

Chris: Oh stop, no but I would at least like to look at your beautiful face🥰

Me: Well that’s too bad, because it probably won’t look too pretty with a frown on it.

I dropped my phone in my lap and felt it vibrate about a hundred more times but continued to ignore it. It didn’t stop until everyone was called up before the movie started. I leaned my head in my hand and sighed, just wanting this ruined night to be over. Soon enough tho, the movie started. It was going to be a long 3 hours.

I had actually gotten really into the movie that I hadn’t even noticed that Chris had gotten up from his seat, until I felt another vibrate from my phone. Without pulling my eyes away from the screen, I pulled it up and unlocked it. My eyes finally dropped down to the screen.

Chris: Tell Scott you’re going to the bathroom and go to the family bathroom on the opposite side.

I scrunch my face at the text, looking around. I locked my phone and tapped Scott on the shoulder, letting him know where I was going to. I snuck past everyone and ran down the stairs. I walked quickly through the hall, searching for the bathroom from the text. I turned the hard corner and found the door. I barely knocked on it when the door flung open and Chris pulled me in, locking the door behind me.

He quickly attached his lips to mine, his hands digging into my sides. I stumbled back a little, realizing where we were. I started to break away from the kiss, trying to speak.

“Baby- uh, Chris.. We… we can’t- love, we’re in the bathroom.” I whimpered out, hickies being sucked into my neck. As they got harder and further down my body, I lost my sense of my surroundings. I started to give into the pleasure my body was receiving.

“It’s okay, angel. No one’s going to find us.” He whispers in my ear, biting my lobe and sucking it into his mouth. A loud moan escapes my mouth, Chris smirks and reaches for my back, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor.

“We don’t have much time for foreplay baby, i’m sorry, i’ll make-” “I don’t care.” I interrupt him and crash my lips into his, pushing him back to the opposite wall. He smiles into the kiss and removes his jacket, throwing it on top of my dress. He unbuttons his shirt but doesn’t take it totally off, pulling his tie to the side so I can at least feel his skin. I run my hands up his hairy chest and look up at him, smiling.

“I love you angel, i’m sorry tonight didn’t go how you planned.” Chris whispered. “Well, it’s looking up now… among other things.” I smirked and looked down at his erection. I undid his belt and pants as fast as possible and pulled them to the floor. I palmed him through his boxers. He groaned as his head fell back and his eyes rolled. “Fuck, princess, c’mon, no foreplay, rememeber?” I giggled, kissing him again. He used it as an opportunity to flip us around, my back landing on the cool wall. Chris pulled his boxers down just below his dick and grabbed onto my hips, keeping me steady as he lowered himself just enough to slip inside me. We groaned at the same time.

“I forget how tight you are, baby, almost like you get tighter and tighter everyday.” Chris moans and lowers his head into my neck, sucking lightly but biting hard every so often. I grab onto the back of his neck as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, pumping faster and faster inside me.

“Chris, baby- harder. I need you deeper.” I mumbled in his ear. His grip on my waist got harder as he pumped faster, knocking me against the wall. It wasn’t comfortable but I didn’t care at the moment. “Anything you want, princess, but i’ll warn you, I won’t last long.” He said, kissing my cheek. He went slow a few times before speeding up again, which made my pussy ecstatic. I moaned so loud, I was pretty sure the entire building could hear. “I don’t care, love. Fill me up with your cum, so far up my puss. Send me back to your family and friends, with your cum dripping out of me, just like the little slut I am, just for you baby.” I moaned in his ear. I knew that got him going, feeling his thrusts start to get almost sloppy as he tried to near the end. His hand slipped down between my legs and started scissoring my clit in between his fingers. “Is that helping, sweetheart?” He asked softly and I nodded vigorously. “No princess, use your words.” Chris egged me on. “Yes, Chris, it’s helping.. a lot” I moan, his hands resituating themselves in my pants, his thumb landing on my small bundle of nerves, rubbing it in a circle.

“Ah ah ah, yes, who?”

“Daddy…” I moan, feeling the burning in my stomach.

“That’s it. Are you almost there, babygirl? Are you gonna cum with my big, fat, cock inside you?” He hissed. “Ugh, fuck yes, daddy, i’m gonna cum, please, cum with me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and started biting and sucking his ear, knowing it drives him nuts. “Oh fuck, jesus, baby girl. Ready?” “Yes, daddy.” Chris came a little before I did but I followed suit shortly. Chris continued to pump lightly into me, making sure nothing came out. After about 2 minutes, he finally pulled out, quickly replacing it with his fingers as I whined at the loss of him. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, before moving to my cheeks and repeatedly kissing them. I giggled and pulled his hands out of my panties.

“Come on, silly. We’ve been gone for at least 10 minutes, they probably know we weren’t just going to the bathroom.” I grabbed his jacket off my dress and handed it to him as he situated his pants. I grabbed the large gown off the germ infested ground and pulled it up my body. I waited until Chris was done and turned so he could zip me back up.

“This is now doubly my favorite on you and it should be yours as well.” He said while zipping me up, kissing my shoulder blades. I smiled and turned around. “Always, love. Now come on, let’s go.” I said, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him out of the bathroom and down the hall back to the theater. We walked up the stairs, Chris helping me. I turned to look at him, smiling slightly, knowing we were going to be separated again. I shuffled past everyone to my seat next to Scott but when I turned around to sit down, Chris was right behind me, gesturing for his family to shuffle down so he could be next to me.

We plopped down and I turned to whisper to him, “You didn’t have to do that, make your family go through all the trouble, I'm okay now.”

“No, angel, it’s okay. It’s my night and I wanna be with my girl. It’s no trouble.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around me. I leaned in, conforming to his side. He leaned into my ear. 

“Remember thought, princes, you’re still getting more tonight.”

[crashdevlin]

Satisfied- Ch. 15

Author’s Note: Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist, Satisfied Masterlist 

Summary: Dr. McCaullife tells Y/n to get closure, which leads to confrontations across the board.

Pairing: none 

Word Count: 3106

Chapter Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of mental breakdown, mentions of self-harm, mentions of noncon touching, bit of PTSD (it's a syndrome not a disorder😂🤣...in joke from another series), 

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My house is fairly small. I don’t need a lot of room. I spent more on the security system than anything, really. It’s a good one...a bajillion cameras running to a computer in my office closet, a doorbell cam going to my phone, a sensor on every door and window. I would love to say that I didn’t have Tom in mind when I bought it, but I was thinking of him more than I was thinking of paps and creepy fans. 

He had to stay in Texas due to the probation agreement, so he bought a house, too. A converted barn on the outskirts of Henly...an hour away from my home. Too close. Too close for any sort of comfort...but the ADA assured me that he was going to adhere to the protection order. So, I spent a lot of money on a security system.

When my doorbell went off and I looked at my phone to see Danneel standing on my porch, my stomach twisted. I just got rid of Jay, sent him home from New Orleans to be with his wife and then she shows up on my porch? How’d she even know where I live? *Guess this is my opportunity to get done with her, too.*

I opened the door and bit my lip as I looked at her. She had her hair down and scrunched up in sexy waves. She really is incredibly beautiful. I will never think anything else. “Hey, sweetie,” she greeted, smiling softly. “Can I come in?” I nodded and stepped back, closing the door as she set her purse on my loveseat and turned to me. “This is a cute place. You chose well.”

“Figure I don’t need a lot of space. Just enough for me and the kids on the occasion I get to see them.” I took a deep breath and crossed my arms over my chest. “What can I do for you, Danneel?”

“Jay told me about your fight at the con and-”

“That wasn’t a fight,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “That wasn’t even a disagreement.”

“Sweetie,” she started, but I sighed and caught her eyes.

“No. Please, listen.” I took another breath and looked away from her. “I’m not mad. I haven’t wanted to fight. That’s why I didn’t reach out to you after I saw the video. That’s why I shut down...and shutting down wasn’t the best way to deal with it, but still, I never wanted to fight.”

“But isn’t Jay worth fighting for, Y/n?”

That sentence sent rage zipping through my chest, but I took another breath. Calm myself, move forward. “No one is worth that much fighting. Especially if they’re not willing to fight for me. He wanted you back, Dee. I was always the consolation prize.”

“He loves you.”

“I wish that were enough...but it wasn’t enough to keep him from cheating on me.” Her face fell and I could see she wanted to argue the word ‘cheating’ so I kept talking. “You both knew I didn’t want you touching each other while I was gone...and tell me that you honestly didn’t see that I had a lot of regrets after we fucked. Tell me you didn’t know that it was probably never going to happen again...and that’s why you took the opportunity while I was gone.”

She looked down, avoiding my gaze. “Jensen and I-”

“Danneel, it’s okay.” I smiled and swallowed down my residual sadness. “Seriously. You don’t have to feel guilty here, hon. You and Jensen never stopped loving each other. That’s a fact. I just got in the way of what never should have ended in the first place. I’m moving on. I’ll find someone eventually, but for now...you and Jensen should be together. You always should have been.”

“Y/n, you deserve-”

“I deserve to move on,” I snapped, before licking my lips and stepping closer. “You and Jensen need to be together...and I need to be alone for a while. So...don’t feel bad. Don’t apologize. Don’t try to get me to fight...because I’m done fighting.”

She started crying as I hugged her, but I just felt relief. It was done. Finally, there was closure. She’d leave my house and go back to Jensen and everything would be done. A short time later she did just that...and I sat on my couch and wiped my eyes and...did some affirmations and moved forward.

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“Closure on two fronts. That’s good,” Dr. McCauliffe said at my appointment the Monday after.

“Yeah. Now I just need closure with Nate and Tom and maybe I’ll be well-adjusted some day,” I said sarcastically.

“You should,” she encouraged, leaning forward.

“Wait...what?”

“You should have a sit-down with Tom and with Nate. You have grievances. You should air them.”

I scoffed and shook my head. “A sit-down with Tom is almost impossible. There are protections in place to keep that from happening and besides, you...you don’t want me interacting with Tom.”

“Not through text messages from unknown numbers when you’re feeling numb and broken. That was unhealthy. With you like this? Making breakthroughs and getting closure? That can only help.” She tapped her pen against her clipboard and smiled. “I’m sure there’s a way for you to meet with Tom, with protections, and clear the air a bit.”

“Clear the air. What would I even say to him? What would I even...How could I even talk to him without letting my brain go back to…” I rolled my shoulders back and ran my hand across my mouth.

“You talked to Jensen without an issue. You stood your ground twice, under stressful circumstances, and you came out the other side. I feel like you could handle this with grace. And I will be right here to help with any fallout that might occur. Okay?"

It took a lot of cajoling from Dr. McCauliffe, and some from Misha and Kim, but eventually I decided that it might not be the worst idea for my mental health if I got some closure with Nate. If that worked, I might go for closure with Tom...with a bodyguard and some lawyers and a knife in my pocket, just in case. 

I flew to Florida and took an Uber to Nate’s house. I had the driver wait, offered a $100 tip, and went up to the door. Jenny answered. I fought down a wave of anger at the sight of her. She used to be a friend. She was Nate’s friend first, a girl he told me was ‘one of the guys’ and not to worry about. I made friends to prove I wasn’t worried. I should have always been worried about Nate.

“It’s not your weekend,” she snapped.

“I’m not here for Nova. I’m here to talk to Nate.”

She scoffed and turned around to look at her husband, who was walking up from the living room. “It’s okay, Jen. I got this,” Nate said, stepping outside and shutting the door. “Sorry, she’s been kinda worried that you might decide you wanna come steal me back ever since she found out you and Jensen broke up.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a homewrecker. That’s her job.”

“Whoa!” he exclaimed. “Don’t talk about my wife like-”

"Your wife cheated on her husband with my husband, ruined two families, and displaced three children all while smiling across the table at me during game nights and pretending she had never sucked your cock. She is as much a liar and a slut as you."

Nate's eyes went huge as I spoke. I really wasn't expecting to explode like that, but years of bubbling anger, I guess. 

"What the hell, Y/n? You flew in from Texas to call me and Jenny names?"

"No, I flew in from Texas for closure. My shrink thinks it's a good idea to get the shit I've been holding back off my chest so I came to talk to you. Honestly? Probably never woulda said a word against Jenny if she hadn't answered the door, but she did." I shrugged. "Too late now."

"What could you possibly have left to get off your chest?"

"Do you even realize how poorly you treated me? No, I'm sure you can't be that delusional. Do you even care?" I took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes. Blue just like Tom. *Gotta get a brown-eyed boy next time. Haven't been fucked over by a brown-eyed guy yet. No. No guys. No dating. Just me.* "I loved you with everything in me, Nate. You were everything to me, and you used that, used me to make yourself feel better, to make your friends laugh at the stupid fat girl who didn't realize you were fucking around. I know Jenny wasn't the first. And I bet she wasn't the last, either. Bet you got a few skeletons hiding from her too. Because you don't change. You're the same exact piece of shit you were when we were in high school...and Jenny knows that or she wouldn't be so scared that you would run away with your ex-wife. Not that I'd ever take you."

He scoffed in anger and I laughed. "I've had literal models in my bed, Nate. How delusionally narcissistic do you have to be to think that I would take a pencil-dicked, scruffy-faced, beatnik-looking motherfucker like you back?" Well, that was almost Tara-levels of confidence. When did that happen? "Look, I know you never loved me. I'm not delusional anymore, but I keep hoping that you'll love Nova...she's part of you, that should play right into your narcissism, but the way you use her like a tool, like a weapon against me...I don't think you love her any more than you loved me. And if you damage her, I will bury you."

He scoffed again. "You couldn't even win custody cause you're so unstable. What do you think you could do?"

"I didn't say I'd bury you in court." My voice was calm, with an edge of threatening. "You damage my daughter and I will do whatever I feel appropriate to pay you back." I was walking away when a final burn hit my mind. “It must be heartbreaking to you that the only thing you have the least in common with Jensen is that neither of you could keep it in your fucking pants.”

Dr. McCauliffe was right. Getting everything off my chest was freeing. I hadn’t even gotten on the plane back to Texas before I was on the phone with my lawyer. “What do you mean, you want a meeting with him? The man tried to rape you! There’s a restraining order on him and a-”

“I have to talk to him. That’s all. Lawyers present, a bodyguard or a cop in the room. I have things I need to say...Things I need to tell him so that I can get on with my life. Please, make it happen.”

“This is a bad idea.”

“Yeah, maybe. But it’s my bad idea, so...make it happen.”

And he did. He got me in a meeting with Tom at my lawyer’s office, a security guard and both lawyers present. 

I wore jeans, a baggy long-sleeved blouse, and I had my hair back and out of my face. I wasn’t there to look pretty. I was there for that closure.

My heart started pounding when I walked into that room and saw him. Obviously I wasn’t even close to over what he did...which is why I needed to talk to him about it. I sat across from him at a table in a conference room and my mind couldn’t help but replay being pressed into a long wooden table in the courthouse conference room, with a silk tie shoved in my mouth and my ass stinging. I took a deep breath and sighed it out as I sat down.

“I’d like to point out that I told my client that this was a bad idea,” Tom’s lawyer said.

“I told my client the same. She insisted,” my lawyer responded.

Tom smiled and my breath hitched. I was suddenly struck with the thought that I wasn’t ready for this. Maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe I should just walk out...but I’d already come so far. I averted my eyes from his, looked at the table instead. “My psychiatrist thought this would be a good thing for me. That I deserved closure.”

“Closure? You mean to say you’re completely done with me and want nothing to do with me in the future?” Tom’s voice made me shiver. “I have heard that one before...and you always text back eventually...Dear.”

“Closure means asking you ‘why’ and telling you all the ways you’ve hurt me, getting everything off of my chest so that I don’t have any regrets of things I should have said...and don’t call me that.”

“Why? Why what?” Tom asked and I looked up. Did he really not know?

“Why...our relationship, Tom. Our whole relationship and the way you treated me afterward. Why? Why did you treat me like that? Why did you try to own me? Why did you manipulate and hurt me? Why did you tell the world that Maverick was your son when you knew that you couldn’t be his father? Why did you make it seem like I was a cheating whore when you knew I wouldn’t cheat after what Nate did to me? Why did you try to rape me? Why?”

Tom sighed and looked to his lawyer, then back to me. “I’ve never met a woman like you, Y/n. You create these feelings in me that...I tamp them down with other women. You make me want to possess you. I knew the moment I saw you that I had to have you...completely. You’re the only woman I’ve ever possessed that way...and you did like it for a while, I know you did. I remember the way your body reacted-”

“That was in bed! You tried to take over my whole life and when I left you, you tried to ruin my life.”

“I wasn’t trying to ruin your life, I was trying to get you to interact with me. I was certain that you’d remember how you loved me if I got you away from Jensen. And look what happened. He left you, you started talking to me again.”

“He didn’t leave me. He cheated and I didn’t let him talk to me after,” I argued. I licked my lips and looked away, shaking my head. “I started talking to you because I was in a horrible place and I didn’t think I had anyone in my corner. I hated who I was and I thought it was a good idea to talk to someone who saw who I could be. It was a bad decision, just like the decision to date you in the first place.”

“But you were willing to talk to me when you were without Jensen’s influence. That’s all I was trying to do with the lawsuit. Of course I knew Maxwell isn’t my son but-”

“His name’s Maverick,” I snapped. “You never called Nova by her middle name, why do you insist on calling Mav by his?”

He shrugged. “I know that Jensen named that child. He’s an attractive young boy, deserves an appropriate name.”

“What about the rape?” I asked. “If all you wanted was to get me away from Jensen, why would you-”

“I saw you enter that room, there were several twitter accounts posting pics from inside the courthouse and...you were alone. For the first time in months, you were alone, so I went in to talk to you without Jensen or Jared running interference. I just wanted to talk, but...you got so defensive as soon as I walked in...and you called me a psycho.” He looked down and took a deep breath. “I just wanted you to remember that you loved me. That I could give you the things that you needed. Jensen never dominated you, never made you submit. I just wanted you to remember how you liked that...how you liked me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted you back."

I shook my head. "That wasn't the way to go about it, Tom. None of this was the way to go about it. I understand going a bit crazy over someone, but you...you went too far. Way too far. I wanted to love you, but you wanted to own me, and that's not the same." I stood and gave him a tight smile. "I'm glad you agreed to meet with me so that we could talk. Because I'm gonna say, with absolutely no doubt or question, I am done, Tom, and it's not because I'm with Jensen because I'm not. It's because you don't love me and you need to move on...because I don't love you. Okay?"

I started to walk out but I stopped at the door when something in the security guard's hand caught my attention. "You should get help, too, Tom. Therapy has done wonders for me. Have a good life."

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"You should have recorded it!" Misha exclaimed when I told him about the meeting. "You should have recorded the whole thing! Then you could have released it to the media! Everyone would have seen him for the monster he is!"

"And then I would get in trouble for recording him without his consent and it would have blown back on me." I shook my head and chuckled, taking a drink of my Old Fashioned. "That security guard is gonna buy a brand new car when he sells the video he took, though."

Blue eyes popped wide on my laptop screen as he grinned in surprise. The blue eyes I can trust. "The security guard was videoing?"

"Yeah. I noticed on my way out, so I added a little flare at the end. I high-roaded and told him to get help. Therapy has done wonders for me."

"So video is gonna hit of him admitting to all the horrible things he did?"

"Yup. I don't know...kinda feels like it's finally over, ya know? I finally feel like I can move on."

"I'm glad. I'm happy that you can finally move forward and be happy too."

I hummed and nodded. “Happy sounds like a good goal. For now, we’ll call it ‘content’ or...Satisfied.”

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[dusksmote]

Is there any background info you can give on characters in WTSAU?

Like any cool hc you give the characters?

okay i have SO MANY 😩 but i can’t say all the best ones until later cuz they involve SPOILERS

so i’ll try to say all the ones i can with the information given:

Style:

- Kyle’s had feelings for Stan since he realized he was gay, which was in middle school. When Stan came out as bi he told Kyle first, before Wendy, even though they were dating at the time. Kyle’s insecurities prevented from acting on his feelings even after they broke up.

- Wendy has pegged Stan in the past, but Kyle is the first guy Stan’s ever been with. Wendy has come around to support their relationship since the events of ETL chapter 4.

- Stan is always the first one to say ‘I love you’.

- Kyle was the last one in their big friend group to lose his virginity, but he has one of the highest sex drives of the guys. He and Stan switch off being top almost equally, but Kyle prefers to top and Stan prefers to bottom. they fuck daily.

- When they want to have a hard, passionate fuck Kyle tops. when they want to have slow, emotional sex Stan tops. Kyle has slight sadist tendencies (inflicts pain) and Stan has masochist tendencies (receives pain). Stan is especially into breathplay (choking, face sitting, crushing, etc.) and assplay. he’s the best ass eater (so call him a bottom feeder 😂) and Kyle’s superior in the blowjob department.

- Stan has hyperhidrosis, meaning he sweats more than the average person. this is why their rooms/the truck/anywhere they fuck smells so strong. there’s a few hints for this in ETL/WTSAU, he keeps antiperspirant in his locker and in the truck, he gets really sweaty whenever they have sex. Stan also has asthma and acne, which Kyle’s been helping him treat. Kyle loves popping his zits for him.

- Conversely, Kyle is super hygienic and always tries to keep himself clean and dry. when Sharon comes into Stan’s room in chapter 1 and describes the smell, the gym locker scent is Stan, the Old Spice is Kyle, and the ‘inside of a rubber balloon’ is their latex lubricant. 

- Everyone at school considers them the obnoxious, overly romantic couple. they hold hands, cuddle, kiss, and dirty talk in front of everyone. they think they can get away with it without people noticing but they’re chronically conspicuous and not stealthy. the working title for the fanfic was actually ‘Ain’t Slick’ for a while before it changed to What They Say About Us!

- they’re fucking devoted to each other and are exclusively monogamous. Stan is especially protective of Kyle and Kyle is fiercely possessive of Stan. 

- Kyle applied as a math major in his college applications, and will eventually get a PhD for logic and set theory. Stan’s a bio major and wants to go into physical therapy.

- Stan doesn’t smoke weed out of principle (because of his dad) so Kyle also doesn’t smoke in solidarity. 

- Kyle is a type 2 diabetic, and doesn’t need to always take insulin. his weight gain began with the World of Warcraft episode and was maintained instead of lost like in the show. his weight is a cyclical feedback loop of: genetics (mom’s side of the family), too much insulin (when using insulin therapy), and diet. this led to him developing lordosis (excessive weight warps his spine) so he didn’t grow as tall as he would have, and makes his weight appear more exaggerated. short stature, weight, and body image issues led to quitting basketball which in turn contributes more to his weight. this impacts his self-worth which leads to stress eating. his biggest fear is that he’ll never stop gaining weight and will end up as big or bigger than Cartman.

- Stan has gained a few pounds since he started dating Kyle, while Kyle has lost a few.

Cutters/Bunnyman/Kenrietta:

- Kenny is straight, but has voluntarily sucked dick before. he and henrietta have hooked up a few times in the past after running into each other at poetry slam events which Kenny takes Karen to. 

- Butters and Cartman are exclusively gay, and think girls are fucking gross. they’ve only every slept with each other.

- Kenny, Cartman, and Butters are all best friends and do pretty much everything together. even though Butters and Cartman are dating, Kenny never feels like a third wheel because they rarely act romantic in front of anyone (including him). however, when Style start dating and Cutters come out about their relationship, Kenny begins feeling like a fifth wheel.

- Butters lives almost entirely at Cartman’s house. His parents actually don’t mind because they enjoy not having him around. Liane is 100% the cool mom from mean girls who asks them if they want snacks or a condom. Sometimes all three of them crash at Kenny’s house for variety (or when he has to watch Karen because his mom is drinking/out of the house).

- Kenny wants to study psychology in college and become a family therapist or social worker. he’s taking a gap year to save money then going to community college. Cartman and Butters applied to the same schools and plan to stick together long-term.

- Butters and Cartman’s relationship started as experimenting with each other as their sexualities developed, and began after Cartman confided that he had sexual feelings for Kyle. Cartman and Butters have also developed genuine feelings for each other, and overtime their relationship transformed into what it is now. because of how their relationship started, they’re very open about any sexual feelings they have for other people and have a ‘hall pass’ for friends they’re allowed to fuck if given the chance, without it considered cheating.

- Butters is a huge gossip. he will promise to keep secrets and then immediately turn around and tell Cartman--which totally happened after Kyle said he thinks Stan has a crush on him in ETL chapter 2. Butters and Cartman keep nothing from each other, and the only secrets they won’t tell are the ones about each other. 

- Kenny is the easiest of the larger friend group to confide in, and keeps every secret he’s given. he’s known Cartman and Butters have been together since the beginning, about Cartman’s crush on Kyle, and Kyle’s crush on Stan. People naturally come to him for advice and to vent. The least likely person to confide in him is Kyle, who’s more likely to curl in on himself instead of expressing his feelings.

-SO much shit about Cartman and Butters’ relationship I can’t say yet because it comes up in the fic 😩 please ask me about these two again later when i can say more!!!

Creek:

- Tweek is a dom top and Craig’s his catamite. they try to get away with sex anywhere they can and have gotten very stealthy because of it. Tweek also has one of the highest sex drives of their friend group, and Craig will let him do whatever he wants anywhere, anytime. 

- Tweek is constantly high on stimulants (cocaine, meth, adderall, etc.) and Craig experiments with him in certain settings. this is what gives Tweek his boosted self-confidence and flippant attitude. 

- Pete Thelman (hair flip goth) is their coke dealer. Tweek trades him his ADHD meds for it, which Pete resells to posers. If Tweek doesn’t have enough to cover the cost he and Craig make up the rest by giving Pete sexual favors. sometimes they have threesomes for fun too.

- Tweek and Craig both think Kyle is hot and would fuck him given the chance. being open about this with each other makes them feel closer and strengthens their relationship. they have roleplayed as Stan and Kyle in bed before while high out of their minds.

- they're deeply in love and would do anything for each other. Craig could get Tweek to stop taking drugs if he wanted to but right now they enjoy experimenting with them together. in the words of everyone who know them, ‘Tweek and Craig are perfectly fucked up for each other’. 

Kyle’s family:

- Sheila’s biggest regret as a parent is letting Kyle get fat, because she was also overweight as a kid and dealt with the same issues he does now. It’s the same reason she feels obligated to help Kyle’s cousin overcome his weight dilemma (by trying to get him and Stan to hang out).

- Ike is an eboy who loves lil peep. He, Karen, Tricia, and Firkle all make tiktoks together and complain about their gay older brothers/friends.

- random fun fact: If Ike and Karen get married that would mean Kyle and Kenny are brothers-in-law, which would mean the main five all end up as extended family to one another.

Stan’s family:

- Sharon has plans to divorce Randy but is waiting until Stan leaves for college to not uproot him from school and his friends.

- Grandpa Marsh is still kickin’ in the old folks home and Shelly’s off in college.

- Randy’s a narcissist who lives vicariously through Stan’s accomplishments in sports. the easiest way to explain it is: Randy’s not as proud of Stan for being a successful athlete and attractive jock as he is proud of himself for producing one. Stan’s ability to get laid with (he presumes) hot girls makes Randy feel like he has game too. one of the reasons he’s disgusted by Stan’s relationship with Kyle is if Stan’s fucking some big fat guy it doesn’t align with his narrative. 

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this is just the stuff i could think of off the top of my head, i’ll probably come back and add more to this as i remember it. ask me again in a few chapters!!! i have so much i want to say about bunnyman, cutters, the future for style, and their families that i can’t say yet!

[buckeverlasting]

Just for Us | Ch. 2: For Bucky, too

Series pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Steve Rogers only meant to share you with his best friend Bucky Barnes just once, but now all three of you have to learn the hardest lesson together: sex does not always equal love, and love does not always equal kindness. (College AU)

A/N: After a two year hiatus from this series, I decided to take it in a different direction, so I’ve made some changes!

Word count: 2,744

Series warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol, cheating, dubcon, daddy kink, angst

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The leaves were turning, and the air was crisp. But the hand enclosed around yours as you crossed the quad was big and warm and made you feel safe. You smiled to yourself. Now that you and Steve had been dating a few weeks, you’ve fallen into a routine of getting breakfast at a diner near campus after your 8AM lecture. You both brought your textbooks and managed to finish some school work over bottomless cups of coffee. 

“I was hoping I’d find you guys here.” Bucky stood over your table. He wasn’t grinning as usual. He actually looked pretty grim, with dark circles under his eyes, which looked kind of puffy.

“Sit down, Buck,” Steve said. “You don’t look so great.”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep last night.” Bucky grabbed a chair from another table and drew it up next to Steve.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “Dolores broke up with me. I know we weren’t dating super long, but it still really fucking sucks.”

Steve reached for Bucky’s shoulder and gave it a hearty shake. “She didn’t deserve you.”

Bucky just stared at the chipped tabletop.

“Yeah,” you added. “She must be an idiot to break up with someone like you.” 

Bucky looked up at you, and Steve turned away from Bucky to look at you, too.

“I mean, she clearly doesn’t know your worth.” You could feel the heat coming off your cheeks. “You’re worth, like, twenty Dolores’s.”

The men just stared at you in silence, so you looked back down into your coffee. Of course you had noticed Bucky. He was Steve’s best friend and probably just as good looking. You had gotten to know him better over the past few weeks. Beyond being handsome, you noticed he was smart, too, and he could be goofy at times, which you found to be quite charming. Above all else, you noticed how close he and Steve were. They had grown up together, gone to high school together, and were now in college together, living in the same house off campus. 

They didn’t say anything, but fortunately, the waitress came and asked Bucky if he wanted anything to eat. Thankfully the rest of the conversation turned to Dolores and her faults and then to the paper they had due next week.

The next day, you were sitting on Steve’s bed, both of you studying, when Bucky barged in. You and Steve look up at Bucky, slightly disheveled and still looking tired.

“I saw Dolores kissing another dude outside the library,” he said. 

“I thought, after our talk yesterday, you hated her,” Steve said.

“If I didn’t then, I definitely do now,” Bucky said. “But she doesn’t even have the decency to give it at least a week.”

“Poor Bucky.” You pointed to the chair beside the bed. “Why don’t you sit down?” 

He flopped into the chair and covered his eyes with his hands. “This sucks so much. I mean, I don’t care if she’s seeing someone else, but it just makes me feel…”

“Angry?” Steve suggested.

“I’m a little angry, but it’s not that,” Bucky said.

“Rejected?” you offered.

“Yes! Thank you!” He took his hands off his eyes and pointed at you. “She gets it!”

“Not only have I been rejected, I’m less desirable than that other guy!” he said. “I feel...unworthy or something.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you said. “Just because some idiot girl dumps you and then starts making out with some other guy does not mean you’re unworthy. It just means you haven’t found someone who appreciates you yet.”

Bucky and Steve stared at you again. There was no waitress to save you here. You’d have to dig yourself out of this one.

“You just haven’t found the right person yet,” you said. 

Bucky put his hands back over his eyes. “I guess that makes sense, but I still feel like shit.”

“I think I know something that might help Bucky,” Steve said to you.

“What?” Bucky didn’t bother uncovering his eyes.

“You’re going to have to leave for a moment, Buck,” Steve said. “I have to talk something over with Y/N first.”

He got up and headed for the door. “Whatever. Come get me when you finish talking.” He slammed the door behind him.

“Okay, Bucky is clearly hurting, and I think I know what could cheer him up,” Steve said. “But you only do this if you’re comfortable, okay? I want you to fuck him. I’ll be there, but I’ll just be watching.”

You stared at him, blinking dumbly.

“I couldn’t help but notice how you look at him lately,” Steve said. “It’s okay if you want to do this.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you said.

“Well, let me put it simply: will you fuck my best friend for me to cheer him up?”

You weren’t surprised that Steve noticed your growing crush on his best friend. You did a terrible job of hiding it. “I’ve never been in a relationship where…”

“Let me put it another way: you will be a good girl for Daddy and fuck Bucky?”

“So, what are the rules?” Bucky asked from where he lay on the bed.

“I’m okay with you fucking her or eating her out or even having her suck your dick if she wants,” Steve said. “But under no circumstances are you two to kiss. You got that?”

“Aye, aye!” Bucky saluted Steve.

“You got that, baby girl?” Steve asked.

You got up on your toes to reach Steve’s cheek and gave him a little peck. “Of course.”

“Okay, I’m going to ask one more time, Y/N.” Steve took a seat in the armchair beside the bed. “Is my little girl alright with letting Bucky fuck her?”

You bit your lip and nodded. You were standing next to the bed, where, a couple feet away from you, Bucky reclined, shamelessly looking you up and down in your lingerie. You looked to Steve in his chair, his eyes fixed on yours.

“Use your words, baby girl,” Steve said.

“Yes,” you said.

“Yes, what?” Steve asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said.

“Good girl.” Steve took your hand and kissed the back. “Now, I want you to be a very good girl for my best friend, Bucky. He really needs a good time, and I can’t possibly think of a better time than fucking you.”

You smiled at Steve. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Now, I want you to let Bucky see what’s underneath that pretty lingerie.” Steve let go of your hand.

You reached a hand up your back to unfasten your bra.

“Wait.” Bucky got up on his knees and reached towards you. “Can I?” He looked to Steve who smiled and nodded.

You backed up to the edge of the bed. You felt a tug on the clasp of your bra, and you felt a knuckle graze your skin. You bolted upright.

“No need to be jumpy, baby doll,” Bucky whispered in your ear. “I’m not going to hurt you. Stay still, please.” He unclasped your bra, and you hunched your shoulders and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. 

“Now, turn around for him so he can see you,” Steve said.

You slowly turned around to face Bucky, who took one of your breasts in his hand and lowered his mouth to it. With just the tip of his tongue, he flicked your nipple. You whimpered slightly and felt your nipples harden. Bucky circled your stiff nipple with his tongue, while looking up at you with his deep ocean blue eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. He closed his lips around it, alternately sucking gently and swirling his tongue, and he crept one hand down the front of your panties. He curled a finger up into your folds. He released your nipple with a little pop.

“Your girl is soaking,” Bucky said over your shoulder to Steve.

“Baby girl, get up on the bed now,” Steve said.

You obeyed and crawled onto the bed next to Bucky who had begun undressing. He tossed his shirt to the floor. “Can you help me out?” He pointed to his belt buckle.

Biting your bottom lip, you reached out and undid his belt. You lowered his jeans and his boxer briefs together in one swift motion, letting his erection spring out. Your eyes widened. He was nearly as long as Steve but much thicker. “Don’t worry, baby doll,” he said. “We’ll make it fit.” His Cheshire Cat grin reassured you.

You heard the metallic jingle of another buckle. You looked over at Steve, who was unzipping his pants. He pulled out his own erection, gripping it at the base. You could tell by the length that he wasn’t fully hard yet. “Don’t watch me, baby girl. Keep your eyes on Bucky.”

You turned around. Bucky had kicked off his pants and flopped down on his back, his erection slapping against his taut abs. “Baby doll, do you want to suck me off?” Bucky asked. “You have such a pretty little mouth. I would love to see it wrapped around my fat cock.”

You crawled over to him and held his cock upright with both hands by the base. Looking down at it, you wondered how much of it you could even fit in your mouth.

“You can just lick it.” It was as if Bucky read your mind. 

You lowered your head and dragged your tongue along his length in several slow swipes. Bucky moaned quietly and shut his eyes. He gasped when you took the head in your mouth and began to trace your tongue around it. He tasted different than Steve, maybe just ever so slightly sweeter. You felt his hand in your hair, gently tugging at the roots.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Bucky said. “I can’t wait anymore. I have to know how you feel, baby doll.” 

“Lie down like a good girl now,” Steve said. You looked over at him. He was lazily stroking his cock, which was definitely now fully erect.

“Yes, Daddy.” You lowered yourself down and watched as Bucky hitched down your panties. You helped him by kicking free of them. He stilled your legs, with a hand on each thigh, and he gently spread them. You were now completely naked and exposed to Bucky.

Bucky crouched between your thighs. “Can I?” He looked up at you, a grin on his lips. 

You looked at Steve.

“Well, baby girl, do you want Bucky to eat your pussy?” Steve asked, still lazily stroking himself.

“I just want a little taste before I fuck you,” Bucky said.

You looked back at Bucky, who looked so happy and handsome and eager. You nodded.

Bucky lowered his head and softly lapped at your folds. He moaned. “Steve, she tastes amazing. You’re a lucky guy.”

Steve laughed. “So are you.”

You watched the top of Bucky’s head bob between your legs. His eyes turned up to yours, and he gave you a crooked grin. “You are truly beautiful,” he said. “I want to fuck you so bad. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You could feel how wet Bucky had made you. You spread your legs wide and planted your feet firmly on the bed. You were ready. 

“Somebody’s eager.” Bucky laughed.

“Here you go.” Steve handed Bucky a condom and sat back down. The whole time he was watching you carefully.

Bucky unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his length. He rubbed the head against your clit, and you moaned. You looked over at Steve again. He was stroking himself faster now, this time his eyes trained on Bucky. 

“Look at me, baby doll,” Bucky said. “Let me know if it hurts, and I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’m ready.”

Bucky eased the head in, and you gasped. “Too much?” he asked.

“No, it’s good. It’s good,” you said. In fact, you could already feel yourself begin to shake. Maybe it was Bucky who was so sexy, or maybe it was the fact that your boyfriend was watching and touching himself to the sight of another man fucking you. Maybe it was both.

Bucky slid in a little further. “Baby doll, you just got really wet. Is all this turning you on?”

He was reading your mind again. “Yes, it’s really hot,” you said in a low voice. “Now fuck me, Barnes.” You tried not to think about how it would make Steve feel to hear you ask another man to fuck you. This was his idea after all.

Bucky bottomed out, grinding against your pelvis, and you let out a sharp cry. He didn’t stop, though. His thrusts were powerful but slow and measured, gradually gaining speed, until he was pounding you in the mattress. You could feel the heat rising from your core, but then he stopped.

“I want you to ride me.” He pulled out and rolled over onto his back.

Shakily, you straddled him and lined yourself up and then speared yourself on his enormous cock. You both groaned. You looked into his eyes and bit your lip.

“I want you to get yourself off fucking me,” he said.

Planting both hands on his chest, you began to roll your hips. He took one of your breasts into your mouth, and you cried out as he nipped at it. He reached between you and rubbed small circles with his thumb on your clit. The heat was rising again, and you could feel yourself beginning to convulse. You paused rolling your hips, and Bucky grabbed you by the butt and began thrusting up into you, finally sending you over the edge. Your pussy clamped down on his cock, and he moaned your name. That sent you over the edge again, and he continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he finally finished with a few final, mighty thrusts. 

You realized you had your eyes closed the whole time. You opened them and saw Bucky was looking up at you. His gaze was soft through his eyelashes. You gave him a shy half-smile.

“No need to be shy,” he said. “We just fucked each other’s brains out.” There he was reading your mind yet again. He reached up and brushed the hair out of your eyes and cupped your cheek for a moment. You put your hand on his.

“Baby girl.” Steve was standing next to the bed now, stroking himself vigorously. “Get on your knees, please. It’s time for your special treat for being such a good girl.”

Obediently, you climbed off of Bucky, his now limp cock sliding out of you, and you crawled over to Steve, getting down from the bed and onto your knees. Expectantly you opened your mouth and closed your eyes. You felt ropes of hot cum splatter across your face, some of it landing in your mouth. You swallowed hungrily. When you opened your eyes, Steve was ready with a tissue to wipe your face off.

“Does my baby girl need any aftercare?” Steve asked.

“I could always use some cuddles,” you said.

“Why don’t you wash your face, and then we can cuddle and go to sleep,” Steve said.

“What about Bucky?” you asked.

“What about Bucky?” Steve asked.

“Does he need aftercare?”

Steve looked up at Bucky who was wiping himself clean with a tissue. “Buck, are you good?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Bucky said. “I’ll head out. Just let me get dressed.”

“We’re just going to kick him to the curb?” you asked.

“He said he’s fine,” Steve said.

“Do you want to get in on these cuddles?” you asked Bucky.

“I could always use some cuddles,” Bucky said. “But only if it’s alright with Steve.”

“Steve?” You kissed him on the cheek. 

“Fine,” he said. “Bucky can stay the night. Now go wash up.”

When you returned from the bathroom, both men were under the covers of Steve’s queen-sized bed, without about two feet of space between them, which you guessed was meant for you. You crawled in between them and nestled yourself into Steve’s chest, like you do every night. Bucky scooted up close behind you, spooning you.

“Goodnight, everybody.” You could feel sleep catching up with you.

Steve planted a kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmured.

Bucky patted your butt. “Goodnight, baby doll,” he whispered. “Thanks for tonight. Both of you.”

[horrible-monstrosity]

mothermom 3 is a baaad animine

part 1: fuck these characters I thought the bit about not being able to go through a certain way because there's ants (that the player can't see) you wouldn't want to trample was going to introduce a theme of kindness and gentleness, but the game sure... tramples that early on by having your oh-so-kindhearted-and-mournable mother trample the fuck out of a sentient talking mole cricket to death right the fuck afterwards. Like, you were just talking to and playfighting with that mole mere seconds ago, and now it's thoughtlessly and meaninglessly dead, and it's supposed to be funny. And then you're supposed to forget all about it when mom dead because care and have emotions for this characters you've barely known for like one minute worth of interactions dragged out over like an hour. ok Then after bumbling along being a hollow little bag of nothing for like ten hours Lucas suddenly proves himself a detestable little cunt by just straight up stealing something he's told was a precious item, a yo-yo belonging to Porky's friend. Because, like... fuck Porky, I guess, in this geame franchise about love and heart and healing there's just this one fat kid we're all supposed to just disregard and piss and shit on and detest by default for no fucking reason just because the game narrative said so. Porky's existence was pretty weird already in Earthbound- he's apparently being abused by his fat parents, and aside from being a bit snotty and show-offy, he does at least make sure his little brother gets home safely at the beginning. He just seems like someone who needs a friend, which... actually makes Ness look like an asshole in retrospect for not just giving him some kind of help. It was kind of fine in that game because he was just a minor character, but making him some supervillain in the next game just because he was some dumpy abused kid is just... what the fuck. But anyway, whenever the plot expects us to care about Loocus and his dumb dead mom I just think about things like the yo-yo and the mole cricket and I lose all empathy. These people are assholes. You're trying to make sympathetic victims out of assholes and an asshole out of a sympathetic victim. Get your meaningless fucking sunflowers the fuck off my screen you bitch fuck

And then on the other hand there's Duster. The character who's absolutely the most deserving of empathy out of all these cunts and we're supposed to see him reembracing his shitty old life as something he should be really happy about. Like for one thing, the entire plot where he reenters the cast is stupid and makes no sense. When we hear he's at the club playing with the band, I could think of a lot of reasons for it- he could be laying low to protect the egg (seeing as how Tamzilly got pozzed and going back there would accomplish nothing), he could have just decided to fuck off and do something he actually enjoyed rather than go back to his shitty asshole dad, he could have somehow ended up far far away from the town and joined the band to make his way back home travelling with them/earn a living so he could get back. But no, before we even get to see him and see how he's acting Strong Female McDerpa Character tells us that he most definitely has amnesia. Because, like, why would he ever give up on his jackass dad and that braindead town otherwise? And then we meet him and it's exactly what we were unceremonously told it was, how rivetting. Then for some reason he decides that if he's really who you say he is he needs to... give up his life as a band member entirely to get the egg back. Can't just come with you to get the egg or until the adventure's over, nooo he needs to abandon his new life forever and ever and just go get fucked and fuck himself. fuck. let my man play guitar and also that "thiefs but good somehow because derp" shit is retarded and I hate it

Finally there's Girl Character who I refuse to even remember the name of because she's... nothing. Even her being kinda cunty about how she's sTrOnG and nOt lIkE ThoSe OthEr gIrlS is just bland. The other girls from the past two games were cute and girly and still credit to team with their strong psychic powers, why the fuck is she like this?

part 2: i've stopped giving a fuck about making this into parts fuck you What the fuck is the story of this game? You spend hours dicking around with a fucking timeskip and a ghost mansion or some shit and the game randomly namedrops the needles at some point, and then... the six or seventh chapter is just titled GUYS THE NEEDLES ARE ACTUALLY REALLY IMPORTANT YOU GUYS. Six or seven fucking chapters in, and we've barely gotten to anything resembling a coherent plot. What the fuck have we been doing up until this point again? Why the fuck do we even need the dragon needles plot anyway? Just have the main cast move from one pigmeng plot to another with things like the thunder tower, slowly working their way up the chain of command until they reach the final boss and his ultimate plan. You don't need to introduce an entire plot worth of fucking shit a third of the way into the game you fucking fuckers

The themes are a fucking dumpsterfire. Just plop some fucktarded work bad money bad bullshit in there and call it a day... Evil monkey man could have given that fucktard anything and got him to hide it in the well and it would have caused a ruckus when he came back and stole it. He could have convinced him to hide his grandma's ashes in the well- would the takeaway from that have been that honoring the dead bad? That's how fucking flat it is. If anything it just comes off as if the people of Tamzilly are just a bunch of mindkilled retards with no defence against humanity's own nature aside from shutting themselves off from the outside world entirely- the slightest contact with normal human interactions like money or having to contribute to society for a living, they all self-destruct. It's not le capitalism that made the old people home bad, it's whoever the fuck actually built it... which, if the outside world weren't basically strawmanned with the le evil pigmans and monkey abuser guy, would have been Tamzilly themselves. Which, because the strawmanning is so unbelievably absurd, makes it seem like Tazmilly is just a retarded place that somehow managed to make the old people's home this bad on their own or some shit I don't know I just can't buy it

Speaking of empathy, the game somehow manages to make the Pig Heil guys endearing even while they're actively working on the thunder tower that's cooking the dumbass town residents. Are they supposed to be abusing the electric catfish when they're cutely telling the things to hang in there and do their best? When Lucas got a jerb hustling the golems around and they managed to make it like a positive thing (the pigmangs encourage you, seemingly pay a decent wage, and even the doggo enjoys running on the treadmill once he gets into it), I thought there was going to be a tweest or at least some nuance, but the absurdity of the nice ol' piglins in the evil tower just makes it seem like it's just entirely unintentional, by writers who just have no idea what the fuck they're doing. The generic braindead modern-bad messaging and the generic brainless funny-characters-ha-ha sides of the writing clash horribly and somehow manage to mangle each other even worse than they already were.

The whimsicality is fucking dead. It's just all so forced and one-note... or, very consistently two-note in every single thing, because absolutely every single monster you meet is just two things funny stuck together. The first two games could glide smoothly between fighting enraged possessed zoo animals and weirdo people, weirdo fucking blended monsters that don't look like anything in particular, and then just sometimes the taxis that're used for decoration on roads will veer off course and engage you in battle. It's simultaneously wildly unpredictable and smoothly cohesive. And it's wonderful. But M3 is just... it leans over, shoves a megaphone down your throat and loudly informs you that "the PIGMEN have FUSED the THINGS toGETHER" and proceeds to beat you over the head with "this thing is THAT thing and THAT thing" over and over again. It's forced, mechanical, hamfisted and just not whimsical at all. And it's not just because the pigmengs aren't Giiigigigigiyasass (which could have been fixed by having them harness traces of Gig's power if that was the problem anyway), because it extends to absolutely everything- the ghosts at the mansion for example are just all absolutely fucking nothing. Like the main big bad boss is just "he's GHOST who THROWS FURNITURE and is BEETHOVEN and plays BEETHOVEN MUSIC". Because Beethoven is old thing therefore old mansion and ghosts, geddit? How fucking pathetic. Oh there's another thing, the weird aliens/conspiracy bent the first two games had is gone entirely. That's something that really helped it feel so wild yet at the same time cohesive... Actually, the game also seems to have done away with the surprise overworld sprite encounters like the aforementioned taxis. ... No wait that's right, they blew their load in the first levels with the rock lizards, which were fucking boring.

The dialogue fucking sucks. just fucking drags the fuck on endlessly for fucking ever to say barely anything, and barely anything you need to actually hear. Did Earthbound ever stop you to inform you that the TAXIS are AFFECTED by GIGUDUGDSAS like you couldn't figure that out yourself? No, they say Gigi's affected shit in a couple sentences near the beginning and let the rest of it speak for itself, pretty much. It's hard to give exact examples because I can't fucking remember any of this shit because it just slides right off my brain like ducks off of water, it's so bland and pointless. The sparrows drone on endlessly with worthless tutorial shit and then take an entire extra sentence to chirp at you and remind you that it's talking animals oh wow wacky!!!!!!! And when Duster decides he really is what you say he is he stands there going "ME IS DUSTER" over and over again like he's fucking Bimpson. You don't have anything interesting to say about finally figuring out who you really are? Okay... There's multiple fucking scenes of slow-scrolling walls of fucking text telling you absolutely nothng you don't already know except that the writers are wanking the fuck off over their own dumbass writing where in Earthbound there was like one scene of this towards the end that really just set up the emotions of the final sequences and underlined how far you'd come and shit and was a good moment of reflection and shit.

I also find it exceptionally intersting that all the people in Tazmilly before the timeskip have names and unique appearances, but anyone who only shows up after is just some generic design called "Man" or "Woman" or what have you. It feels weirdly dehumanizing towards outsiders.

This game fucking feels like the writers just fucking dumped a bunch of absolute shit down like they expected everyone to just eat it up, either because of the success of the previous games or because of the emotional manipulation the plot is laced with. The characters are all either detestable cunts or desperately need to be airlifted out into a better game pronto. And it's unsettlingly... modern in what's wrong with it. The capitalism-bad-tradition-good-mindkill-yourself messaging, the spunky female character(tm) who rubs it in your face how strongk she is (and who keeps talking even when you're controlling her while the other characters all become silent protagonists)... even the weirdly random spite towards characters the narrative has decided aren't "deserving" enough, or characters only being allowed to handle said spite and retain sympathy by cucking to it completely (Duster)... I suppose that's just a sign that these sorts of writing problems and hangups are older than that and have just become more popular/visible in recent times, but it's still really fucking weird to see.

I feel like I should be concerned that the team behind the Earthbound series also started Gamefreak and created Pokemon, though since the split obviously happened before Mo 3 I don't know how much overlap there is between staff members there specifically... seeing as how these exact same sort of writing problems have started to rear their heads in the Pokemon franchise, starting weakly in gen 6 (cough zinnia cough abandoned ship plotline cough) and absolutely fucking exploding in 7 (cough LILLIE COUHG FUCKING TAPUS COUGH AGAG V HIC CUFGH VOMIT AAGHK); I haven't yet fully witnessed gen 8 but everything I've seen of it so far looks no better, except there's no shill character (Marnie is just kinda... there), just suffering. But that's all for another post.

welp time to go watch the remainder of the game until my brain rots off

[yamithediaperdork]

Cry baby and Pee pants, part 1 (Digimon)

Matt cussed loud and long as he searched though his locker and the dressing room for the 5th time. The young blond had been trying out for a band, hoping to launch his music carer after more or less calling it quits as a digi destined, after barely keeping Tokyo from being blown up by a rouge digimon. This was actually his 6th audition, his young age and well, not exactly stellar skills on the guitar meant that he was told thanks for trying out, but he wasn't right for any of the bands till now. The leaping lizards had gushed over the raw talent being there, and had welcomed him on board, even pouring him a couple drinks of sake despite him being underage to celebrate. The last thing Matt recalled before waking up five hours later was them laughing at how stupid he was and.. Giving up the search, he had to finally admit the truth. they hadn't ever been serious about their offer to join the band and had just wanted to steal his guitar, a newer model and worth at least 300 bucks even being pawned. 'I suppose I should feel lucky I woke up with both kidneys.' Matt thought to himself. 'But how the fuck am I suppose to try out for the lone wolfs in two days with no instrument?' There was NO way he'd be able to get his parents to get him anther guitar, he'd had to basically break out the water works and plead on his knees for a month to get the last one. His antics had earned him the nick name of cry baby around both his dad's house and his mom's, and TK still wasn't letting it go and would ask if baby wanted his ba-ba. That left asking the others for a few loans, and most of them weren't too pleased he'd given up the hero game for fortune. Joe was blowing all his money on his studies anyways, Izzy on computer junk.. Sora and Mimi had been giving him the cold shoulder and he knew neither Kari nor TK would have the cash. '...I wonder if Tai's still hella gay?' Matt though, a Cheshire grin coming across his face. the always needy boy kisser had been good for getting a few video games before and junk, it was like 20 minutes of gay stuff like smooching and cuddling and then a little shopping spree AND Tai had just come into a fat wad of cash after a uncle that adored him had left him a big hefty inheritance. 'I can gay out for like, a hour for this.' Matt thought and getting his bag (and of course finding his wallet dry) he headed towards home, thinking about getting a even better guitar then before.

Tai was shocked when Matt called him the next morning, asking if he could meet up. After Matt had ditched the team only Tai and TK made any real efforts to hang with him, and TK only because they were brothers. In truth Izzy was giving Tai a hard time about it, but since Izzy was being a little bitch about a lot of things lately Tai just ignored his on and off again boyfriend. 'I mean, I was willing to get him that new computer he wanted and he couldn't rock a pamper butt for me? RUDE!' Tai thought and huffed. It was Tai's new fetish, and one he'd discovered by mistake when googling more on that Willis kid and finding out the little cutie had a website set up to show him modeling in diapers. Naturally seeing that Tai had begged and pleaded with Izzy to try out diapers but apparently Izzy had been a late bloomer and had only recently gotten out of daytime diapers before their whole adventure started. Naturally this had only made Tai wanna diaper him more, but again, Izzy was being a little pecker head about it. (at least from Tai's point of view.) 'heh. if Matt is expecting a little shopping spree today..he's in for a surprise. the boy is gonna earn it.' Tai thought, and went and checked on the supplies he kept under his bed on the off chance he lucked into a diaper boy. there they were, 2 packs of the diaper brand Willis recommended on his site, nice and thick, and a few onesies along with a changing pad and pacifiers and a baby bottle. 'Oh yeah..come onnn Matt..be desperate for money~'

Matt made sure to wear a nice tight sleeveless top and a pair of tight jeans (So tight he'd needed TK's help getting into them.) and made sure to spike his hair just the way that Tai liked it. TK wasn't dumb though, and knew what Matt was doing. "Looking good for your sugar daddy Cry baby." He teased and winked. "Your lucky Tai's expecting me, or I'd give you the noogie to end all noogies." Matt said, raising a eyebrow. it was just the two of them at their mothers apartment at the moment and TK used to know better then to push his luck when it was just them. "Mmhhhhmm.. your dadddy calls and cry baby Matt comes running. maybe HE'S gonna give ya yer ba-ba~" TK giggled. the giggles died off as TK saw the look on Matt's face, and when their mom would get back she'd find TK hanging by his undies from a nail on the wall. "...pushed cry baby too far again huh?" she asked, smirking and taking off her jacket. "Y-Yeah..uh..a little help?"TK squeaked. "Righttt after I put the groceries away.. think of this as time to reflect on watching your mouth." mom said and walked away. "B-But my undies are so far up my crack i can taste themmm!" TK whined. "then I don't need to worry about lunch." came the reply. "...Funny fucker aren't you." TK huffed under his breath, crossing his arms. "I hear that!"

Making his way to Tai's Matt got more then a few looks from both guys and girls, and likewise, a few wolf whistles. He ignored them for the most part, but had a smirk on his face knowing just how sexy he looked and soon was knocking on Tai's door. Tai gave him a once over as he opened the door and Matt smirked, he was almost drooling. "So, Like what you see?" Matt asked, and flexed a arm. "heh, Oh yeah. so gonna stand out there and look hot, or come inside and tell me what you want?" Tai asked, standing aside and gesturing into the apartment. "Don' worry, Kari had a school thing out of town and mom and dad are with her.I have you allll to myself." Tai added, slapping Matt's ass as he walked past, making Matt yelp and blush. Still, Matt knew what was expected of him for the most part and just flashed Tai a grin and blew a kiss. 'fucking bastard! he knows i hate spanking stuff!' Matt fumed. Matt went to sit down on the couch by Tai had closed the door and taken a seat in a arm chair, then patted his lap. '..He's totally getting me the latest guitar if he keeps this shit up.' Matt fumed, but walked over and sat on Tai's lap,putting his arms around the bigger boy. Matt might of been taller, but with all the sports that Tai played he had a bulked up look and was pound for pound much stronger. "So, You normally only get THIS dressed up if you want something, so what's my little Mattie need?" Tai asked, cradling Matt in a way that Matt recognized as using back when TK was toddler. "I..I uh..I have a band audition coming up..but some jerk's stole my guitar..and um.." Matt swallowed and then batted his eyes at Tai. "I was wondering, hoping if maybe you'd get me a new one.I've been practicing my kissing and we can cuddle and stuff for like, 2 hours even!" "heh. Well that IS a tempting offer. doubly so when your cute ass is in my lap. but I have a boyfriend if I just wanted to make out with a cutie. and Izzy is willing to go all the way." Tai chuckled. "O-Oh..but..I uh..I'm not..you...know..I'm.." Matt stammered. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you suck dick or take it up the poop chute. and I WILL get you whatever kinda guitar you want for your silly little audition which by the way is when?" Tai asked, kissing Matt's forehead and making alarm bells go off in the blond mind. "I-It's tomorrow at 3 pm sharp. And..what do you want then?" Matt asked, a nervous twitch to his voice. "Oh nothing too much. something really easy actually." Tai said and smiled. 'Bullshit' Matt thought but kept the smile on his face. "and that is?..." "For every say.. 20 dollars I spend on your little guitar I get one hour with you being my darling little diaper boy." "..What?!"

Tai smirked as he got ready to put Matt back into padding. the blond was looking huffy as fuck, but was keeping his mouth shut all the same, likely trying not to blow his semi good deal. Tai of course fully understood WHY Matt wouldn't be happy with the deal, but couldn't help but tease the impending little uy a little bit. "Awww come on widdle Mattie, can't you give daddy a smile? Your making daddy think you don't wanna do our widdle deal." He he teased, reaching over and tickling mat''s chin while the blond sat cross legged next to him. "...Your a sick man, you know that?" Matt asked, but he was grinning all the same, though whether it was from the chin tickles or humoring him Tai couldn't be sure. "Flattery will get you everywhere." Tai said with a wink, and as he finished getting the changing pad (with a adorable teddy bear print) set up and the changing supplies ready, he looked over Matt's jeans as he tugged out 3 of the thick puffy diapers. "So, are gonna be able to get out of those by yourself? they almost look spray painted on." Tai asked. "I can totally undress myself!" Matt huffed and stood up, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding his thumbs into the belt loops and tugging. And tugging some more. and then more tugging as they didn't budge. "You were saying?" Tai asked, in a clearly delighted tone. "..Shut up and help me get these things off." Matt huffed.

Matt was crimson after they FINALLY got his jeans off, partly due to the fact it had taken 10 minutes of effort, and well, needing Tai's help to undress. Not helping matters was the fact that Matt had chosen to go commando and well, liked to keep it shaved down there. "Awww somebody was a good boy and knew what was coming and saved daddy some time!" Tai teased. 'oh shut the fuck up!' Matt thought. "Yeah, let's go with that." was his sulky reply. Tai had oddly grabbed a razor blade all the same and cut silts in the back and front of two of the three massive diapers he was planing on putting on Matt, making the blond give his impending 'daddy' a weird look. "It's so when you go tinkle, the wetness is shared and you can go longer in your diapies. Same for when you go boom boom." Tai said cheerfully. THAT had caused the blush to leave Matt's face, at least for a little bit as he paled. "W-Wait.. you mean..you want me to.. uh.. go.." Matt stammered, and the blush returned as he struggled to say the words, then hissed and blew a raspberry. "in my diapers!?!" "..Ok that was hella cute. and Yup, I'm even gonna be nice and let you use them all on your own for today, though if I don't like the results I'm seeing I'll be sure to get you some potty med's to help." Tai said and winked, then patting the changing mat. "come on Little guy, let's get your diapies on and then you can sit in daddies lap while we order you a guitar so you can make music for daddy." "But..I thought we were going and getting one today!" Matt whined. "Oh, does somebody wanna go out shopping in his diapers? So bold!" Tai teased. "NO! I just..uh.." mental images of Matt waddling around in the big bulky diapers, holding Tai's hand and sucking his thumb flooded his mind and he started to squirm lots even as he laid down on the changing pad. "Don't worry. I'll pay for rush delivery. if we get it in town it'll be here by this afternoon. Maybe I'll let my little exhibitionist answer the door." Tai teased, and grabbed the first diaper. '...I could really go for anther glass of sake right now.' Matt thought and lifted up his butt like a good boy.

Back at the apartment TK was having pain fueled day dreams of all the times his undies hadn't of been lodged up his crack and wished his mom would hurry up and come and get him down. Not helping the whole situation was the fact that he had a growing bladder issue and any attempt's to shift around and relive the pressure there only made the undies ride up more. His mom had gone from putting things away to excuse herself to the bathroom, an like she was the worlds greatest comedian she'd told him not to move, and to hang in there. TK had wisely kept his opinions of her humor to himself as he had a sneaking suspicion that his earlier comments had helped extend his wedgie time. Still as the need to tinkle grew more and more TK couldn't keep quiet. "MOMMY! I hafa go pee! if you don't wanna clean up a puddle you needa get me down NOW!" He called. the bathroom door opened and Nancy walked out, smirking. "Why didn't you say something sooner wedgie boy?" she asked, taping a finger on his nose. "...You were just waiting in there!?!" TK shouted and huffed, crossing his arms and glaring. Sadly as his attention was focused on his mom and being mad at her, it was diverted from where it needed to be. "Well you were being a little brat an-" She started, then looked down as a hissing noise was heard and looked at the growing wet patch on the front of TK's undies, and the puddle that was starting to form on the floor. "Really?" "T-This is your fault!" TK huffed even as she grabbed him under the arms and lifted him down, though holding him away from her so she didn't get any pee on her. The flow was weakling and stopping as she got him on his feet, turning him so he could add to the puddle while not standing in it since he was in socks. (not that they weren't already wet) "Mhmm.. Well go and finish in the bathroom and clean up." She said, rolling her eyes then noticed a super guilty look on TK's face. "The..flow DID stop because you got it under control right?" She asked, a smirk tugging on her face. "Er..well..see.." TK said, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously. "Go grab a shower pee pants, and meet mommy in your room. you know the rule for pant's wetters in this house." She said and turned away to go and get the mop and bucket as TK whined. "MOOOM! NOT THE PULL UPS!"

Back at Tai's and Matt was powdered and tapped in his triple thick white diapers, and squirming like crazy as he looked at himself in the mirror. Tai had tugged off his shirt so at the moment Matt was JUST in his white socks and white diapers, and he couldn't even close his legs! and as bad as it looked from the front, once he turned around and looked over his shoulder it was WAY worse in the back! He hadn't of even been able to get to his feet without Tai's help (well, he was gonna use Tai's bed to pull himself up but Tai had insisted daddy was here to help) and to say he was waddling was a massive understatement. "So what do you think little guy?" Tai asked, coming up behind him and making Matt look front ward in the mirror again, kissing Matt's cheek as he patted Matt's fat diapered bottom. "...I feel like I'm gonna knock lamps off of end tables, and there should be a beeping noise when i back up!" Matt whined. "heh, cute idea. I'll see what i can rig up for your next diaper day with daddy." Tai chuckled and kissed Matt's cheek. 'I need to stop giving him ideas.' Matt mentally groaned. "Can I at least put my shirt back on or something? or you have some shorts I can put over these? I wanna try and cover the diapers up!" Matt whined. "oh, You're just in luck little guy! Daddy DOES have something to go over your adorable huggies." Tai said. The old familiar warning bells were going off in Matt's head as Tai went and reached under the bed, and pulled out two onesie's, or as Matt called them, diaper shirts. One was light blue with a yellow trim on the sleeves, neck and leg hole, and had a yellow star on the front, that had a smiling face and said 'daddies little star' under it in yellow text. the second one was a white one with a dinosaur print all over it, and Matt fought the urge to facepalm. 'I really need to start watching my goddamn mouth.' he thought. "So buddy, what do you thin? wanna be my widdle star, or a dino boy?" Tai asked. "Gee, they're BOTH so tempting." Matt said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. If Tai noticed though he didn't show it and just nodded instead. "You're right, I'll pick for you." '...REALLY need to just keep my effing mouth shut!'

In the end Tai went with the little star onesie, though he'd over estimated just how thick he could go and still use them as it was a bit of a fight to get the crotch snaps to close. "I think after we get you your little guitar, we'll go shopping and get more cute outfits for my widdle musician." Tai said. He could tell Matt was less then pleased, but the boy forced a smile on his face and nodded. "whatever you want ta-" he started to say. "ah ah ah, when your butt is in diapers, it's DADDY. Got it?" Tai said, wagging a finger and smirking. "..Yeah OK." Matt replied, rolling his eyes. "yeah OK what?" Tai questioned, the grin getting bigger. "...Yeah OK daddy." Matt said, smiling but clenching his teeth. Tugging Matt over/ helping the padded cutie keep his balance, Tai sat down in his big comfy computer chair and tugged Matt into his lap, giving the big baby's neck a kiss. "Now did you have a certain store in mind, or just want me to google and shop around?" Tai asked.

[janeyseymour]

Escape- pt 17

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8. pt 9. pt 10. pt 11. pt 12. pt 13. pt 14. pt 15. pt 16.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry for long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

There's a new arrival in the family. But nothing is ever easy.

“Uh Cath?” Kat popped her head into the living room.

“Hm?” She didn’t look up from her book.

“Do you have that hospital bag ready for Jane?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Baby’s coming,” she replied casually.

“Uh, how do you know?” Catherine set down from her book.

“We were watching a movie in your room, and her water broke.”

“Hey Lina.” Jane entered the room with a laundry basket full of the sheets from the bed she had already stripped.

“Uh Jane? Kat just told me your water broke?”

“Oh yeah. I already stripped the bed and put new sheets on. Just let me go throw these in the wash real quick.”

“You’re going into labor, and you’re cleaning the house?” Aragon had started to get frazzled.

“I tried to stop her Cath. She wouldn’t hear it.”

“Janey, honey, don’t you think we should start heading for the hospital?”

“I’ve read some of those parenting books, and labor can sometimes last days, especially with your first born. I want to stay in the hospital as long as possible after he comes.”

“It’s a she, and we should go. Come on.”

“Lina dear, I love you, but it’s going to be okay. I’m going to go put these things in the wash and then rest for a bit. We can take it from there.” She leaned up to where Catherine was now standing, grabbed her shirt, and pulled her into a kiss. The blonde sauntered away.

“She’s weirdly calm about all of this,” Kat said when she thought Jane was out of earshot.

“This,” Jane popped her head back into the living room. “Is the least of my worries.”

Hours later, Jane was in active labor. “Jesus Christ Catherine, this fucking hurts! Why don’t you have to go through this fucking shit you asshole!” The contraction began to subside. “I’m so sorry. You know I don’t mean any of it. I love you,” she sighed.

“I know honey.” She wiped some of the tears away. “I really think we should leave now. You’ve put it off long enough, and I think it’s time we go get you checked out.”

“Just five more minutes,” she grunted and looked at the clock: 11:55 pm. “At midnight, we’ll go. I promise.”

“Well, why don’t we start getting you to the car then? By the time we get all the things in the car and-”

“I already put the bags in the car. Anna installed the car seat for you too,” Kat’s voice was getting panicky. She didn’t like seeing Jane in pain. “Come on Jane. I think it’s-”

“It’s okay. It’s fine. Really, we can just stay here.” Her face began to contort. “I’m fine,” she repeated over and over, gradually getting louder and louder, her eyes being clouded with tears.

“Come on,” Catherine began to lift the woman in labor out of the chair.

“Let go of me!” She blurted out. “I’m not going! I can’t do this. I can’t do it.”

Aragon sighed, wishing she could tell her girlfriend she could just give up and stop or that she would take over. It killed the older woman to see the blonde she loved so much in so much pain.

“Baby, I know you’re afraid, and so am I. But you’re doing great.”

“How are you afraid? You don’t have to push a fucking watermelon out of your vagina!” Jane snapped.

Well,” Catherine thought for a second. “I suppose you’re right, but I believe in you. Just think, in hopefully a few short hours-”

“Hours?” Jane screamed in outrage.

“Well, hopefully sooner. But in a few short moments, you’re going to have your beautiful baby girl in your arms.”

“Boy.” Jane gritted her teeth.

“Seymour, if you wait any longer, you might be having me deliver your baby,” Anna laughed. Jane’s face changed from pained to horrified.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go.” She allowed both Catherine and Kat to lead her out of the house and to the car, the other three wishing her well from the doorstep.

“Let’s go have a baby.” Catherine kissed the younger woman’s forehead before pulling out of the driveway.

“Let’s get this bullshit over with,” An already exhausted Jane muttered.

“Miss Seymour, you’re just not progressing. You’re still only at three centimeters. The way you’re contracting, you should be well on your way to pushing by now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jane shrieked. Catherine shot the nurse an apologetic look.

“Do you want the epidural?”

“Yeah Jane, why don’t we try the-”

“I don’t need it! I’m not weak!” Jane insisted through tears. “I don’t need it.”

“Are you sure?” The nurse looked at her rather uneasy. “It really will help with the-”

“I said no!” Jane snapped at the nurse. Once again, Catherine gave the nurse an apologetic look.

“I’m not having a c-section if the baby is perfectly healthy, and I am capable of pushing! I don’t care how long it takes my fucking body to- jesus fucking christ,” Jane swore under her breath as a wave of pain hit her.

“Jane, I really think you should cons-”

“Catherine! How many times do I have to say I’m not doing it! I’m progressing anyway! I’m at seven!”

“Are you ready Miss Seymour?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jane?”

The doctor rolled his eyes at her. “Are you ready Jane?” He tried again.

“He’s beautiful Jane. I’m so proud of you.” Catherine kissed the top of Jane’s head.

“Do you have a name?” The nurse smiled at the loving couple.

Jane’s face went from content to horrified. “How did we forget to think of a name?”

“I think I know the name honey.”

“I’m sorry,” Jane sighed to the nurse. “Can we just have a few minutes?”

“Of course. For now, we’ll just call him baby boy Seymour.”

“Baby boy Aragon actually,” Jane interjected, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Really?” Catherine looked at her in wonder.

“I’ll give you two some time.” The nurse smiled and left the room.

“So, what name?” Jane asked casually, as if she didn’t just tell the nurse her baby was to have Catherine’s last name.

“No. Why my last name?”

“Well, I figured we’re probably going to get married at some point and I’m taking your last name, and you’re going to adopt him, so it would just make it easier to have it be Aragon now than have to change it in the-”

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“What?”

“What did you just?”

“Marry me. I mean it.” The hispanic dropped down to one knee and pulled out the ring she had been fidgeting with in her pocket for the last few months.

“Yes. Yes, of course I will,” Jane gasped, tears falling down her cheeks. “I love you. I’m sorry for crying. It’s this whole new mom thing.”

“Don’t apologize. There are a lot of things making both of us emotional right now. But uh, the baby’s name,” she trailed off.

“Yeah?” She looked at Catherine with teary eyes.

“Edward John.”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did.”

“So, you got engaged... When am I going to be an aunt?”

“Honestly? I’m not sure. I really want kids, but Henry isn’t so keen on the idea yet.” A face of disappointment glossed over a younger Jane’s face before she smiled again.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. But I think I want a little boy: Edward John. I just really love that name.”

“That’s a really nice name.” ‘Edward John Aragon,’ Catherine thought immediately. “Edward John Tudor. No.’ She would never see the name Edward the same.

Then it’s Edward John Aragon,” Jane laughed lightly. “Take your son real fast.” She handed Edward over.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? I know you’re exhausted.”

“I am not.” She shifted slightly in the bed. “Just sit with me.”

“That’s a small bed. We won’t both be able to fit.”

“Just wait.” She slowly got out of the hospital bed.

“Jane Seymour!” Catherine all but yelled.

“Eat a dick and sit down. I’ll lay on you.”

“You’re quite the woman.” Catherine’s phone dinged. “The grandparents are here, and so are the girls.”

“Tell the grandparents to come in. We’ll see the girls after.”

“Honey, are you sure? You should really get some rest.”

“After I see everyone, okay?” She stifled a yawn.

“Janey,” Catalina began to protest.

“Not. Now. Lina.” She paused in between each word.

“Okay,” she backed down and told their parents to come in. “Wait, I forgot something. Give me your hand.” She slipped the ring onto Jane’s finger.

“I love you.” Jane kissed her chin.

“Where’s the baby?” Margaret ran in.

“Mom, please don’t yell. But he’s right here. Edward John. Eddie.”

“Oh my god! He’s-”

“Marge, I can’t get all of this shit in here by myself!” John dragged six gift bags in.

“John Seymour, watch it!” She snapped before turning her attention back to the baby. “Oh, he’s so handsome. Looks just like you.”

“Here.” Jane handed her son off.

“Eddie, I’m Nana,” she whispered. “I’m going to spoil you like crazy when you come home.” Jane’s face fell. The couple was thinking of staying near the other girls once things settled down.

“Catalina! Where is he? Where is this beautiful baby boy?” Catherine’s mother Isabella half-whispered.

“Right here,” Catherine didn’t take her eyes off of her fiancee.

“Bella! I got him. Oh, he’s so handsome.

Ferdinand, or Fred, walked in to admire the baby but stayed silent.

While the two older women fussed over the new baby, John greeted his daughter, having finally gotten all the presents into the room.

“Hey Janey honey. He’s beautiful- just like you.” A tear fell down his face.

“Don’t cry Dad.”

“I’m just really proud of you. I’m proud of you too Cath.” John reached over and patted Catherine. “Did she break your hand during labor?”

“She’s going to say I didn’t, but I ‘m pretty sure I felt some bones shift.” Jane looked up at her fiancee. “I’m sorry.”

“Did anything else-” John caught the engagement ring on his daughter’s finger from the corner of his eye. “Nevermind.”

“I’m just so happy he’s out. Being fat sucks.”

“You’re not fat. Come on now.” Catherine kissed her temple.

“Mhm,” she sighed. “I’m heavier than I’ve ever-”

“Because you carried a baby. Your body did the most amazing thing. Mom said the same thing,” John interjected. “I’m going to attempt to get Mom and Bella to let me hold him. The name?”

“Edward John.” Jane smiled. “After you.”

“Rest up now, okay?”

“Okay Daddy.”

“Cath, we have a few things to discuss later.” John gave her a pointed look before breaking into a smile.

“Yes sir.”

After a few minutes, the grandparents left with promises that they would be over to the house as soon as possible.

“Are the girls still here?”

“The other girls went down to get some food, but I’m here,” Kat stood in the doorway awkwardly.

“Oh Kat dear!” Jane smiled warmly. “Come meet him .”

“It’s a boy?” Kat’s eyes went wide. She really should’ve bet with Jane.

“Yes love. Come meet him.” Kat hesitantly stood by Jane’s bedside.

“He’s beautiful Jane.” Kat admired the baby.

“Would you like to hold him?”

“I- I couldn’t,” the pink haired woman stuttered. She was stunned that her friend trusted her to hold the light of her life.

“Do you not want to?”

“No I do!” She rushed out. “I just don’t know how, and newborn babies kind of scare me.” Jane patted the area on the bed next to her. Kat sat down quickly.

“Now, just put your arms how mine look,” Jane instructed. “When I hand him over, make sure you hold his head up. He can’t do that himself yet.” Kat did as she was told, and Jane gently passed her son over.

“Wow,” Kat gushed. “Hi little guy,” she whispered. “I’m Kitty. I’m going to be the best-”

“Big sister,” Jane interjected lovingly.

“I’m what?” Kat’s eyes practically bulged out of her head.

“You already told me you think of me as a mother figure, and I’m more than okay with that. So, you’re going to be like his big sister, if that’s alright with you.” A single tear fell down Kat’s face. “Honey, if you’d rather be an aunt-”

“No no. I’d be honored.” Kat couldn’t wipe the grin off her face before handing Eddie back to Jane.

“Where’s my goddaughter?” Anne came running into the room, Anna and Cathy not far behind.

“It’s a boy Anne.” Catherine rolled her eyes. “And no one told you you were the godmother.”

“What the-”

“That sentence better be finished with a heck Anne,” Anna looked up. “Listen, I may have the mouth of a sailor, but I know when it’s the time and the place. The time and the place is not now or here.”

“Thank you Anna.”

“No problem Seymour. Now hand over that beautiful baby boy.”

“Me first!” Boleyn whined. Anna backed off and allowed the woman in green to hold him first.

Each of the girls was able to hold Eddie and gush over him, claiming they were going to be ‘the best aunt’. Kat held back.

“Kat, do you not want to hold him again?”

“Again?” Anne whisper-yelled. “Are you telling me I wasn’t the first to hold him? What is this shit?”

“I would love to.” This time, Kat easily held the small child close to her. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

“And he looks at her first too? What the hell?” Anne continued to whine.

“He’s just admiring his big sister is all,” Jane slipped in.

“Woah. What?”

“Jane told me I could be like his big sister. Sucks to be anyone but me! I have the most amazing baby brother.” Kat stuck her tongue out towards the others before turning her attention back to Edward. “You are so loved already.”

Once all introductions were made, Catherine shooed the other queens out of the room. Katherine was the last to leave.

“I just wanted to say,” Kat’s tone was full of love. “You two are going to be the best moms ever.”

“Thank you Kat,” Aragon said fondly.

“Thank you love, but we aren’t going to be able to do it without the help from the big sister.” Jane winked. “Come here real quick.” Kat made her way across the room and over to Jane.

“I really have to go. The others are waiting, and Anne’s already pissed I was the first in the room and the last out.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and thank you for being by my side through all of this.”

“I love you too,” the pink haired woman paused. “Mom.” Jane beckoned for Kat to come close. She kissed the top of her head as Kat looked down at the little bundle of joy in the blonde’s arms. Unbeknownst to the two women at the moment, Catherine snapped a photo of her found family on her phone. Posting it to her social media, she smiled.

The light of my life with the two lights of her life. Congratulations Janey. Thank goodness she had already blocked Henry and Thomas from viewing her page.

“Catherine?” Jane’s voice was panicked. “Catherine, wake up!”

“What?” she mumbled from the chair she had settled in for the night.

“I don’t feel all that great.”

“Love, you were in labor for three nights. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Try to get some rest, okay?”

“Lina, I don’t know, but this feels different. This pain is different than the other pains. I’m really cold, and it’s getting hard to breathe.” Catherine stood up and put a hand on Jane’s forehead.

“I’m getting a nurse.” Catherine walked out of the room for a few minutes, and when she came back with a nurse, Jane was gasping for air.

“Miss Seymour? Miss Seymour!” The nurse yelled when Jane fainted. “Doctor!”

Aragon was pushed out of the room as multiple doctors began to surround her future wife.

Nothing was ever easy.

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Captain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2670

Warnings: ROUGH sex, choking, a slap, unprotected sex, authority kink, oral (male receiving)

A/N: I kinda feel like this is meh but also like I outdid myself. Let me know what yall think tho

I do not own these characters. Do not repost my writing/fics anywhere without my written permission.

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Another shot of burning liquid, a chorus of laughter from the girls around you, eyes pinched shut to ground you. Maria had just told the group her most embarrassing memory, one the involved Fury and being caught in an all too suggestive position that you hoped the vodka could wipe the image of.

Sitting your small glass down, Wanda grabbed the bowl of crumpled up papers and shoved it towards you, "(Y/N)!" She called through a series of giggles. "Your turn!"

A playful sigh and roll of your eyes as you plucked a piece of paper out. Opening it up, you pursed your lips, contemplating the prompt in front of you.

"Whatcha get?" Nat pushed, lips wrapping around her beer.

"What is your most unpopular opinion?" Rereading the question over and over again the answer swirled in you. It was simple, easy for you at least. But you knew the girls surrounding you wouldn't agree.

"Come on, it can't be that hard," Nat pushed, "Like, do you secretly love Justin Bieber? Or have an obsession with the Pussycat Dolls?"

A scoff fell from your lips, "No, but you guys are definitely going to give me push back when I tell you." You grumbled, grabbing another bottle of Smirnoff Ice.

"Come on," Wanda pushed more.

"Really, (Y/N/N), it can't be that bad." Maria chimed.

With an exasperated sigh you leaned back in your seat, "Fine, but I swear if any of you give me grief I'm going to bed." A nervous tousle of your hair, "I don't think Steve deserves the title of Captain. You can't just get pumped with a serum and suddenly be called Captain America."

A chorus of "what"s and "you're joking" came from the group of girls.

"No, I'm not."

"You're being serious?" Nat asked, "You genuinely think Steve doesn't deserve it?"

"What don't I deserve?" A voice echoed behind you, sending a shiver you knew all too well down your spine. A curious, almost stern tone in his voice.

A rush of regret flooded through you as you turned to look at the blond. He must've just gotten back from a run, hair slicked back with sweat and tight fitting under armour shirt sticking to every muscle, voice deep as he messed with his beard.

"Tell him, (Y/N)." Wanda's voice came through a series of nervous giggles.

A loud groan as you turned to face Steve who was moving closer to you, towering over your sitting figure. "We needed something to occupy us while we drink so we put a bunch of questions in a bowl and we're going around answering them and I pulled "what is your most unpopular opinion" and shockingly enough my opinion was unpopular and the girls are being dicks now."

Steve chuckled softly at the rambling that fell from your lips. "And I'm assuming that opinion involves me. What is it? The beard?"

A purse of your lips and a small shake of your head. "Nope, not that. I actually really like the beard. Wish you would've grown it out long ago."

A pure look of confusion paired with a small tilt of his head. "What is it then?"

"You don't want to know, Rogers."

"Then why did I ask, (Y/L/N)?"

A chorus of "ooooh"s and giggles from the girls around you instantly had you blushing a dark red. After throwing them a glare, you sighed once more and turned back to Steve. "I said that I don't think you deserved to have been given the title of Captain. You can't just be pumped up with the super soldier serum and just magically be given the title. Like if they gave it to you now, I'd understand that but they gave it to you straight from the bottom."

Steve quirked an eyebrow at you, chewing his bottom lip as he processed what you had just told him. His teammate, one he genuinely respected, someone he'd even called a friend, and one with added benefits some time ago; someone who has followed him into the line of duty nearly blind just said he didn't deserve the title of Captain. "Why don't we talk in private, (Y/N)? We can clear some things up between us. My room. Now."

He left no room for argument as he left you there, shocked and nervous as you turned to the girls who begin laughing. After an annoyed "fuck you guys" thrown their way, you chugged the rest of your drink and made your way to Steve's room.

A soft rap of your knuckles met by a gruff, "Get in here", a quickness to your heartbeat, the adrenaline sending a shockwave to your core when you saw Steve, hand running through his hair as he paced. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Shut and lock the door." He turned to look at you, face devoid of any emotion. The second he heard the door click he stalked towards you. A dark look in his eyes as he trapped you against the door, hands on either side of you.

"Steve?" Your voice came out smaller and weaker than you had anticipated.

"I don't deserve the title Captain?" There was a slight scoff in his voice. A hand came up the grip you chin, tilting your face up, lips just ghosting over yours. "I'm gonna make you regret that."

Before you could retort his lips were against yours in a bruising kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs. It didn't last long, a large hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled away, "If you call me anything other than Captain I will punish you harder than I ever have. Do you understand me, little girl?"

A squeak fell from your lips as you attempted to nod, but that wasn't good enough for Steve. The hand around your throat let go and lightly slapped your cheek. "Speak when you're spoken to, bitch," he growled.

"Yes, Captain," you whined.

"Good girl. Seems like you do know how to take orders from your superior." A devilish smirk danced across his lips before kicking your feet out from underneath you, watching you drop to your knees.

"Take my cock out and suck it like the little slut you are." His voice boomed with the command as he watched you do as you were told.

Pulling his pants and briefs down just enough for his thick length to bob out, you were quick with your movements, not wanting to piss him off any more. Precum glistened on his bulbous tip, practically begging to be licked away. And you wasted no time, suckling the tip of his cock before taking down as much as you could.

Steve didn't let you stay in control long. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he begin to move your mouth up and down his length, growling particularly loud when your throat spazzed around his cock as you gagged on his girth. He waited until your mascara ran down your cheeks from the tears streaming down your face to pull off.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?"

A wicked smile graced your lips. "That really all you got Stevie? Must've lost your touch after I stopped letting you fuck me whenever you wanted."

A scoff fell from his lips, hands tangling in your hair and pulling a wince from you as he practically dragged you to the bed. A rough shove and you landed on the plush mattress you'd been on multiple times before, the softness a welcome contrast to the man before you. Before you could scramble to look at him, Steve manhandled you onto your knees and landed a sharp smack to your ass.

The moan that ripped from you made Steve chuckle darkly. "Let's not forget who would beg me to fuck them, little girl. Who would tell me how much the loved my fat cock splitting them in two." Another smack to your ass  "Or have you become too far stuck up your own ass that you forgot who really knows how to take care of you?" Another, harder smack. "Speak when you're spoken to."

You managed to choke out, "I haven't forgotten, Captain," around your whines and whimpers.

Steve pulled away from you, "Strip. Then hands and knees. If you're not ready by the time I come back I swear to God you will regret it." His voice was commanding and left no room for argument, not that you would at this point, too far consumed in your own desire to risk a release.

As he disappeared into his walk-in closet you made haste on discarding your clothes, being sure they made it into his hamper as well as not to piss him off more. You couldn't deny it though, you missed this, missed him. But that was something to address later as an ache of need shot through your core.

You positioned yourself in the middle of his bed, on your knees and leaning your weight on your forearms to arch your back. The sound of his closet closing made a wave of anticipation run through you, the urge to close your thighs overpowering.

"Look at you," his voice was condescending and dripped with a tease, "So fucking wet. Such a little bitch that I haven't even had to touch you and you're already soaking my sheets. Dirty little girl," the bed dipped behind you, "what should I do to you? I don't think you've quite learned your lesson."

A whimper left your lips as you tried to find an answer. "I think I deserve to be spanked, Captain."

You could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "You do? Good girl, maybe I'll actually let you cum. How many do you think you deserve?"

"10?" Your voice was questioning, hoping he'd let you off easily. Steve didn't like being embarrassed, didn't like having his authority questioned.

"I was going to say 20, but since you're deciding you want to be a good girl, I'll be nice and do 15. But I won't hesitate to give you more if you act up again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Be a good girl and count." A firm hand came down hard on your ass, easily leaving a handprint and turned your skin bright red.

"One," you choked out.

Steve continued, turning your ass and thighs a pretty shade that screamed bad girl. You felt the scraping of his beard as he left kisses across the sensitive skin. "Fuck, such a good girl for me. Why can't you be this good when I'm not around?" A kiss turned into a bite, a strangled sound pulling from you.

"Please," you pleaded.

"Please what, little girl?" He asked, sitting up and threading a hand through your hair, tugging you so your back became flush with his bare chest. His cock was pressed between your ass and his abdomen, precum sticking both of you. "What could you possibly be asking for?" He teased.

"Please fuck me. Please make me cum. I'm sorry, Steve - Captain, I'm sorry. I was just upset that you had stopped giving me attention," the confession slipped out without you even realizing.

"What was that?" He snickered softly.

"I was just being a petty little bitch because you stopped messing around with me to go on a date." You whined, face flushing.

"So you're jealous?" His breath ghosted over the shell of your ear. "Baby girl, all you had to do was tell me how much you missed me."

"I missed you so much, Captain, please. I feel like I'm going insane."

"That's the point."

Steve's hand moved from your hair to your chest, massaging the plush flesh, thick calloused fingers swiping over your nipples and sending shockwaves to your core.

"Remember that time I made you cum just from this? Just from playing with your pretty little tits?" That drip in his voice never left. "God, remember the sound of your pretty little whimpers pleas is enough to get me off."

The shiver that went down your spine didn't go unnoticed. "But, that's not what I'm using you for tonight. You were a bad girl, you're lucky I didn't spank you more. So, I'm gonna use that tight little pussy to get myself off. And I don't fucking care if you cum or not," with a forceful push your face was buried in the mattress.

His large hands massaged your ass, spreading your cheeks. "Such a pretty sight. I'm half tempted to fuck that little ass of yours instead." He chuckled at the whimper that left you, watching as you wiggled your ass. "You wouldn't even care. That's how badly you want me to fuck you. Pathetic."

Seemingly having grown impatient with himself, Steve lined himself up with your core after swiping the tip through your soaked folds to make it easier. He gripped your hips in a way you knew you were gonna be bruised tomorrow and slammed in, forcing all the air out of your lungs with the force of his thrust.

He set a brutal pace, slapping your ass when he pleased, moaning and groaning out obscenities. "Pretty little cunt squeezing me so perfectly." "No man will ever be able to please you like I do." "You're just my little cockslut and you fucking love it." It was true. All of it, and you knew it. Steve brought out the best in you, sent you to the highest havens, made you want to do things no one else ever had.

A vice grip as your walls spasmed around his intruding member signaled you were close. It was amazing how he could get you there without even touching your clit. The white hot euphoria begin to build stronger and stronger in you, a perfectly angled thrust that felt like it hit your cervix ultimately being your demise as the dam broke and pleasure wiped over you.

A scream that died off into a strangled moan as he continued to thrust, chasing his own end with erratic movements. "Captain please, cum in me," you whined, pushing your ass back to meet his hips.

"Fucking hell," he groaned, finally spilling everything he had into you. A few more thrust to ride out his high before he pulled out, watching the mix of both of your cums dripping out of you.

"So pretty. Stay there, baby girl, let me clean you up."

Steve disappeared from behind you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He returned from his bathroom a moment later with a warm washcloth. "You might be a little sore, sugar, just breath m'kay?"

You nodded in response and relinquished in the feeling of Steve wiping you down. His touch disappeared and he appeared in front of you now, wearing a pair of pajama pants and holding a pair of his boxers and a t shirt. "Here’s some clothes, get dressed and let's cuddle."

He watched as you sat up and took them, slipping the shirt over yourself and tossing the boxers to the side, earning a light hearted chuckle from him. The softness on his face quickly changed to worry as he knelt down on the bed in front of you, cupping your face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked.

A sleepy smile was all you could muster. "No you didn't. But I did miss you a lot, Captain." You're voice had a tease in it and Steve couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Pulling the covers out from beneath you two, he repositioned the both of you, pulling you into his side and letting silence consume you for a few minutes while the lustful moments sizzled out and changed to that of an intimate one.

"I feel like we have a lot to talk about," he finally spoke up.

A huff of an attempt to laugh fell from your lips, "Yeah, we do. But not right now. Tomorrow, I wanna savor this."

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[hazbincalifornia]

I wrote down a potential writing as ‘Angel finds out that Stella has a crush on Charlie’ but the idea that Angel finds out Stella has a crush on Charlie and Alastor is just... interesting. Angel’s probably ooc but I’ve never written him before so I’m just kinda feeling him out.

Stella’s 17 here, so she’s been visiting the Hotel regularly for a couple years. I’m using that as an excuse for Angel having developed a bit I guess.

Wordcount: 1675

Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism

“Stella, would you mind putting up some fliers around Imp City? I know some sinners do work there.”

“Sure!” Stella replied, and Charlie pulled her into a hug.

“Oh, thank you!” 

“No- problem!” Stella’s face darkened slightly as she felt Charlie’s breasts squishing against her own before wrapping her arms around the demoness. 

When Charlie pulled back, she brushed the little black feathers out of Stella’s eyes. “I really appreciate you keeping an open mind. I know the Hellborn aren’t exactly the most fond of the Hotel since...” She clicked her tongue. “Well, since we don’t know if it’ll work for us even when we manage to figure out how to rehabilitate sinners.”

“Hell’s my home too, I wouldn’t mind there being a few less jackasses around.” Stella smiled, and Charlie ruffled her hair.

“That’s the spirit!” She smiled back before turning around. “Oh geez, it’s getting late... I’ll get you those posters by tomorrow!”

Stella waggled her fingers in a goodbye wave as Charlie jogged out of the lobby at the same moment Alastor entered it from the kitchen.

“Ah, there you are!” Alastor nodded to her. “Are we still on for that dinner date tonight?”

“Uh-huh.” Stella nodded, tail absently curling in and out in the air as she rolled up and down on her heels. “I’ll be down at 7.”

“No curfew as usual?”

She shrugged. “Eh, my dad trusts I won’t get myself killed.”

“We’ll see about that, the spice in this one is killer!” He winked, twirling his microphone stand in his fingers before smacking the end down on the floor and fading back into the shadows.

“Why he didn’t just spit that out into the radio Charlie keeps on the desk, I’ll never know,” came a comment from behind her.

Stella whirled around. “Angel!”

He snickered from his spot in the shadows, resting on one of the crates Charlie had never put away. “I can be quiet once in’a while, you know. Used to do stakeouts and shit.  I just came down for some of that good fat-free ice cream Vags got and didn’t want to interrupt.”

“That’s a new one.” She raised an eyebrow. He normally wasn’t exactly subtle.

He stretched all four arms, back cracking before hopping off the crate. “I’m a complicated guy. Walk with me.”

Stella’s tail swished as she followed him down the hall to the elevator. Angel had a half-smirk, the kind of look that she usually felt on her own face when someone revealed a deep, dark secret on accident.

She didn’t think she’d revealed anything, at least not recently enough that he’d have a grin like that now. It tickled unease in her throat as the elevator dinged.

The music was soft as always, and Angel examined his nails through his gloves for some reason as Stella watched his face in the mirror. His mouth twitched slightly and he glanced over at her.

“You’re being obvious, Red.”

“Am not.”

“Standard rates apply if you wanna touch the tits.”

“Bitch.” She shoved at his side and he snickered, pushing her head with one of his lower arms.

“Joking, joking, friends get limited access for free.” The door dinged open, and he headed down the hall to his room. She’d long since gotten used to how quickly he walked with his stupid-long legs, and when she closed the door behind them, he plopped down on the bed, patting the space next to him as Fat Nuggets jumped up on his lap.

“So, you clearly want to talk about something private that you didn’t just say whatever it was in the lobby.” Stella probed. In response, Angel nodded at the small radio on his vanity and then at his closet.

She popped the closet open, setting the radio inside and then dropping a few of the thicker-looking clothes on top of it for good measure before closing the door again. “Okay, so you don’t want Al hearing whatever it is?”

“Uh-huh. He’s as big of a snoop as you are, especially when it comes to himself.”

“Comes to himself.” She folded her arms and then plopped down on the bed, bouncing Angel up slightly. What a stick. 

“So, I noticed how you act around Charlie.”

Stella kept her expression neutral. “She’s nice.”

“You like her.”

“Sure I do. Like I said, she’s nice.”

“And taken.” Angel was the one probing this time. “She’s cute, don’t you think?”

“You’re gay,” Stella said flatly. “How would you know?”

“I’ve also been around a lotta people, I can guess shit by now. ‘Sides, just because I don’t play that team doesn’t mean I’m blind.” He waved his hand. “I know how infatuation works. Sometimes Val likes it when a specific person really, really likes one’a us. They’ll pay more.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“I’m just trying to let you down easy, that’s all.” He shrugged. “I like you. Don’t want you getting hurt, and Charlie seems pretty happy with Vags.”

Stella sighed, rubbing her arm. She was moving on, so... it couldn’t really hurt her if he knew since he’d already figured it anyway, right? “Okay, fine. I’ve liked her since I was a kid. She’s just as nice in reality as she seemed to be, but I always worried everybody in Hell was gonna wring her dry by the time I got my chance to shoot my shot if I ever did anyway, ya know?”

Angel patted her shoulder. “Yeah, love’s a fucky thing sometimes, but at least you know it. That’s good, that makes this easier. You tell your pops?”

“Nah, if it’s not going anywhere there’s no need, right?”

“Fair enough. He chill with you- oh, right, you said you had two dads, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well. Answers that.” Angel’s fingers tightened around her shoulder. “Now, the other thing. Charlie, I think she’d just be flattered if you ever said anything, but Al...”

Stella sputtered. “Al? I don’t like him!”

“Really? Because your tail was damn near making a heart when he called dinner a date.”

Stella smacked Angel’s shoulder. “I think I’d know if I liked him!” 

“I just call it like I see it!” Angel held his hands up. “Alright, lemme just try something.” He leaned over on the bed, and Fat Nuggets jumped over to Stella’s lap, kneading down on her leggings before settling down. She started to pet him as Angel scribbled something down on a sheet of notebook paper, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he did.

After a few minutes, he ripped it out of the notebook, and Stella snorted a laugh. It was an incredibly crude drawing of Alastor. “Yeah, there’s a reason you’re sucking dick and not painting for the royalty, isn’t there?”

“We all have our talents.” He flicked at the edge of the paper. “So, you know how you feel around Charlie, right?”

“Yeah, still got some light butterflies but I’ve mostly gotten over them.” Stella narrowed her eyes. “That’s how I know you’re talking out your ass, Dust. I already know what infatuation feels like.”

“Nah, it means you’ve mostly gotten over her. Any’a the rest is just residual gayness from being around a pretty girl. Trust me, I had plenty experience of that when I was your age, just with dipshit dudes.”  He held the paper Alastor face up in front of his own. “So, pretend I’m Smiles. Think about the last coupla times you saw him. How were you feeling?”

“Last couple times...” Stella bounced her knee in thought just to entertain him, and Nuggets, disgruntled, jumped off her and went back to Angel.

What were the last few times they’d interacted? Well, this morning, when he asked her to come back for dinner with the human meat she’d brought in from an IMP job where they were supposed to dispose of the body completely. He’d been delighted to get a whole corpse, and a shaved one too since it had been a woman in her mid-thirties who apparently cared about that sort of thing.

Before that... he’d showed her around the Cannibal Colony. The ladies there waved at him, and she’d felt a spike of something that she’d passed off as fear before. That was ridiculous, though. She was all muscle and sinew, and could defend herself perfectly well. Besides, she was at Alastor’s side, and if they tried anything, he’d have her back. Probably.

Last week... he’d done a broadcast about a brawl happening right outside of the Hotel. He thought it was hilarious they were trying to end each other’s afterlife right outside of the Happy Hotel, and she’d kept up running commentary with him about who was winning. He’d mentioned it was nice to have someone who appreciated showmanship, and she’d grinned back at him.

Silk caressed her face, and she snapped back to reality to see Angel had dropped the ‘mask’ and one hand was cupping her cheek. 

“You’re flushing.”

“Am not!” She smacked his hand away, and he sighed, crumpling the ball up and tossing it over into the trash can.

“Al doesn’t seem the relationship type. I’ve propositioned him a coupla times, both outta habit and ‘cause he is good-looking. He always just shoots me down cold, and I’ve never heard him mention a missus or a mister or anything- even in the past, even when he was alive. I know he’s pretty tight-lipped about himself, but I feel like we’d know about something by now. Just temper your expectations. Some people are just like that.”

“Temper your expectations. Fancy vocabulary there.”

“Yeah, well, you hang around Al long enough, his fancy-pants wordage rubs off.” Angel straightened Stella’s bandanna. “Whatever weird hormonal teenage deal you’ve got with him, just keep it on the down-low to be safe, got it?”

“There’s no deal,” Stella’s face wrinkled as she narrowed her eyes, but Angel’s raised eyebrow said that he didn’t believe her.

The acid bubbling in her stomach and her thudding heart said that she wasn’t sure that she believed her anymore either.

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 20 of 29)

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Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic.  In this chapter:  Paul, Gene, and the art of going down.

            Gene was lying on his side, fingers hooked under the elastic of Paul’s panties, before he finally asked.

            “Hold on. Would this… undo the curse?”

            Paul could feel the strain in his own expression as he shook his head.

            “I don’t think it would.”

            “What did she tell you?” Gene looked a little pensive, which was frustrating. Paul still felt like he’d mostly been a burden on Gene, and useless eye candy when he wasn’t, and yet there was nothing more profoundly irritating than the promise of oral with zero delivery. Especially when Paul was already on his back for it. Sure, Paul had never seen Gene go down on anyone, but he’d seen Gene go through plenty of girlfriends far better-looking than he was. Something had to be tethering them to him. And even if he wasn’t great at it, Paul didn’t think it was going to matter. He’d get off again anyway. He’d gotten wet just from Gene touching his shoulder a couple nights prior.

            “She told me to get fucked. I’m—pretty sure this is still third base.”

            Gene snapped the panty elastic against Paul’s hip, making Paul’s thighs twitch.

            “Okay.” Gene started tugging the underwear down then. Paul raised his hips in an effort to make it easier, then his legs. His nerves were starting to get to him again, stupidly, for all he knew it was nothing Gene hadn’t touched before. For all he knew that Gene was being kind. Not even trying to hike up the nightie. Not that it was necessary for just going down—or at all, really, but Gene hadn’t really tried to get him undressed since last night. Gene probably thought he was far more uncomfortable having this body than he actually was, or else ashamed—well, he was ashamed. He didn’t really like how he looked under normal circumstances. No amount of chest-baring jumpsuits or tight leather pants had ever come close to changing that. The clothes he’d been wearing lately, the blouses and dresses, all of that wasn’t any better long-term for his ego, really. Just a lot of pretense. He couldn’t feel desirable on his own merits, no matter what skin he occupied.

            But there was a worse edge to stripping down than just not liking what he saw. He’d never been Gene’s type before and wouldn’t be Gene’s type again, no matter how Gene tried to spare his feelings about it. But something about actually stripping down completely felt final. One step closer to getting rid of the curse. One less reason for Gene to stay interested. Except… except he wondered. Except deep down he wanted Gene to get a look before he had to, before they really ended things, wanted Gene to touch him without any barriers at all.

            Gene had tossed his panties to the floor, distracting him, if only briefly, from his thoughts. Paul fidgeted despite himself as he gathered up what guts he had remaining, shifting until he was almost sitting up.

            “I… I never let you see.” Slowly, he lifted the nightie up and over his head, letting it drop to the floor. His stomach wasn’t any more taut and flat than it was as a man; that hateful little bit of fat that peeked out when he sat down was still there, on full display now. Terrible figure compared to what Gene was used to from those girls at Hugh Hefner’s mansion. A waist that wasn’t narrow enough, hips that jutted out too much. A visible happy trail that started an inch or two above his navel, spilling down into a thatch of black curls. He could feel Gene’s stare on him, roving, assessing, making him feel more acutely bare than ever. His clit was throbbing, even though Gene hadn’t even touched him again yet. “But apart from the tits, there’s really not a whole lot to look at.”

            “Not a whole lot to look at? C’mon, Paul.”

            “It’s true. I’m not a Playmate over here.”

            “I’m not wanting a Playmate over here. I’m wanting you.”

            Gene kissed him before he could argue. Paul kissed back eagerly, letting himself get eased down against the mattress. Gene’s breath was hot against his skin as he moved down from his mouth to his neck, finally circling his tongue around one peaked nipple while his hand dove back between Paul’s thighs. Paul shuddered beneath him, heat flooding every inch of his body. Gene was getting hard again already, rubbing maybe unconsciously against Paul’s bare leg, the cloth of his boxers all that kept Paul from feeling it directly. Some part of him wanted to. Maybe not just the blowjob he’d promised; maybe he could let him thrust between his thighs, if that weren’t just too damn close to fulfillment. Gene’s hand was familiar now; Gene knew exactly how to touch him, and between it and his tongue, Paul was crying out in earnest again. His whole body felt like a live wire with every stroke of Gene’s fingers and palm. God, Gene would get him to another orgasm before his mouth got between his thighs if he didn’t stop him.

            “God, you’re so fucking wet. I’ve never—”

            Paul grabbed his wrist, silencing what he was almost certain was a lot of cheesy dirty talk. Gene lifted his head after another lap at his breast, looking amused.

            “Paul, I’m getting to that, I promise.”

            “No.” It was taking his last bits of borrowed bravery to manage the words, his face flushed, eyes barely able to stay on Gene’s as he spoke. “I wanna see you taste it.”

            He’d done it earlier, sure, licking up that little bit of dampness on his thigh. But there hadn’t been much there. Paul hadn’t gotten a good look. He wanted that, before Gene really got started. He wanted to see just how much Gene was into it.

There was no hesitation. Gene actually seemed enthralled. He skimmed his wet fingers up Paul’s stomach on the way, earning another few twitches. Confirming what Paul was already aware of—he really was soaking. Then he shifted, other hand on Paul’s arm, using it as leverage as he leaned in. The best view possible, a front row seat. Gene raised his fluid-coated hand to his mouth immediately, licking it thoroughly clean from his palm all the way up to his fingertips. He didn’t make a huge show of it, exactly, not really extending his tongue quite as overtly as he’d expected, or lapping past when all the juices were gone. But Gene was grinning as he did it, and the sight still sent warmth straight down Paul’s spine, heartbeat pounding in his ear. Far better than any spoken reassurance. The slickness between his thighs was beginning to spread to the sheets beneath him.

            “It’s good. Wanna try?”

            “I…” Paul paused. “I’ll pass.”

            “All right. If you change your mind…” Gene trailed, almost laughing when Paul rolled his eyes and impatiently pushed at his shoulder. “Okay, okay. I’ll take care of you.”

            He groped at Paul’s breasts a bit more before sinking lower, kissing down his stomach briefly. But he didn’t tease much further than that, tongue only barely brushing at the inside of his thighs before those first long, smooth laps stroked against his pussy.

            “Oh—oh, God…”

            It wasn’t anything like having his dick sucked. The pleasure seemed to well up differently, deeper. Gene’s tongue laving and lapping further inside him than he’d ever managed with his own fingers. His thighs tensed and tightened around his head, but Gene seemed to like that, too, or at least he didn’t protest. Not even when Paul’s right leg started jerking all on its own in excitement the first time Gene’s tongue focused right on his clit, and he ended up kneeing him in the head. Paul flushed, embarrassment pushing past arousal, until Gene lifted his head, face soaked with his fluids. He was grinning.

            “Was that too much?”

            Paul shook his head.

            “No, no, keep—it’s good, I… keep going, I’ll, um…” he trailed, lowering his knees until they were flat on the mattress, trying to spread his legs out further.

            “You don’t have to move unless you want to. I’ll take the risk.”

            And then Gene was back at it. Soft, quick licks against his clit while his fingers rubbed and spread his folds. Paul managed a few stammered curses and cries. His own fingers ran against the sheets until they found a better grip on Gene’s hair, at first tugging the strands mindlessly, then starting to direct him with the pulls, shoving his hips in against Gene’s face and tongue as the pleasure reached its peak.

            “Oh, oh, oh, fuck—”

            One last sharp tug at Gene’s hair, one last cry, and it was over, leaving his legs trembling, breaths heavy. Gene nuzzled his pussy with his nose before finally raising up a bit, one hand on Paul’s thigh, waiting out those last few seconds as Paul’s breathing eased backed to normal.

            “Hey.”

            “Hey.”

            Paul reached out, rubbing his hand against Gene’s scalp, the traces of sweat there among the frizzy curls. His heart had stopped thudding so hard, but he still felt warm and full. At ease. He sat up slowly, having to prop himself up on his hands to do it, folding his knees under him.

            “I think you’ve still got something for me.”

            Gene didn’t seem to have the shyness left in him to flush.

            “I just might.”

            “I hope so.” Paul tossed one of the pillows over the side of the bed, then followed it down, sinking to his knees as he gestured for Gene to sit. “C’mon. Lemme take care of that for you.”

--

            Paul made devastatingly quick work of him. Just watching that pretty mouth first take in his cock had felt like enough to send Gene over the edge. He hadn’t been bluffing before; Paul had clearly sucked off guys before, just from how comfortable he was, how sure and certain every movement of his mouth and hands was. He didn’t take him all the way into his throat, but that might’ve been at least in part because Gene came before he got there. No way of knowing.

            He’d swallowed him down, too, something that made Gene’s early orgasm almost worth it, that pleased expression that crossed Paul’s face, like he’d just sung to a whole football stadium’s worth of fans. He couldn’t remember Paul ever looking at him like that before.

Afterwards, Gene had gathered him back up on the bed, pulling him in tight, taking in the scent and feel of him warm and naked in his arms. By his own accounts, at least, Paul wasn’t too much for post-coital cuddling, so Gene was slightly surprised at Paul’s eagerness, the way he wrapped himself around him, rubbing his back and shoulders with his hand like he still couldn’t get enough touch.

Paul ended up falling asleep a little bit after. Gene watched him, feeling eerie about it, still half-concerned that oral might count as virginity loss, despite Paul’s reassurances earlier. He wondered if his body might start shifting back like something out of a monster movie, and he’d end up with at least a hundred and sixty pounds of Paul on top of him, but nothing happened. Paul looked just the same. Felt just the same curled up against him, soft breasts pressed against his chest, one leg hooked around his.

            He could get used to this, and he knew he shouldn’t.

Gene lay there for awhile, almost still, thinking. He played with Paul’s hair—the curls were almost completely matted up now; it’d been a long time since they’d looked quite this hopeless—and pushed a kiss against Paul’s forehead. Paul shifted a little at the touch, eyes flitting open as he made a murmuring sound.

            “Ngh… Gene?”

            “Nothing.” And then, because Paul was still looking at him with that sleepy, warm kind of curiosity, he added, “I just… thought you looked really pretty like that.”

            “What, asleep? Pervert.” Paul smiled a little, fingers poking against the side of Gene’s back, teasing.

            “No. Peaceful.”

            “Peaceful?” Paul laughed, shaking his head. “You’re real sentimental, did you know that?”

            “You’re the first one to tell me.” Gene shifted and stretched his arms a bit. “Are you hungry?”

            It felt like a stupid question to ask. He thought Paul might be insulted by it, somehow, like he’d expected Gene to start attempting to get romantic with him, sweet nothings and all that bullshit instead of something practical, but Paul actually seemed relieved, nodding.

            “Yeah. But I think we’re out of pizza.”

            “We are.”

            “Well, you saw my pantry.” Paul got up, affably enough, taking the jeans from yesterday out of the hamper, and another pair of underwear from the drawer, stepping into them as he spoke. Downright nonchalant. Even the way he was carrying himself was different, easier. Lighter. “I can make you lunch, but…”

            “I thought I’d take you out.”

            “Take me out?”

            “Well, you could still drive, but…” Gene trailed. “It’s not too late. We could get brunch.”

            He didn’t quite think Paul would agree to it. Paul hadn’t gone out to eat with him the entire time, all their meals relegated to fast food, takeout, and delivery. Not that Gene minded any of the three, but it felt a little too much like… like being on the road, like being in a hurry. He wanted to relax, at least for a bit.

            There was more to it than that. Gene figured Paul knew it, too.

            “Sure. Sounds good.” Paul paused. “But please tell me you’ve still got some clean clothes left.”

            “I can neither confirm or deny—”

            “Oh, Jesus.” Paul groaned, retrieving his bra from the floor, taking it by one strap and putting it over his wrist as he considered. “Okay, get some of my clothes.”

            “I don’t think they’ll fit.”

            “You can fit my pajamas—”

            “But those are pajamas, they have the elastic—”

            “Please, you didn’t gain that much weight.” He opened the door to the walk-in closet, motioning Gene inside. “Or maybe I just didn’t lose that much. It… it fluctuates. Go ahead and pick something.”

            “Paul…”

            It took awhile. The fact that Paul was digging through the closet shirtless, braless, and blithe made it all the more distracting. He seemed more comfortable, physically, than he had been before. Gene was seriously afraid he might end up having to go out wearing a pair of Paul’s sweatpants, but thankfully, Paul pulled out a few pairs of jeans and slacks in a size Gene was only a few pounds from fitting comfortably. He’d deal with it.

            “I guess you’re in my pants now.”

            “I thought I got there already.”

            Paul snorted.

            “If you want a shirt…” he trailed, waving his hand towards a couple dozen button downs, about a third of which could only be charitably described as blouses. Gene sighed, checking the sizing.

            “Are these supposed to be buttoned up?”

            “Well, that’s gonna depend on you, really.” Paul tilted his head, considering. “I’ve got some more t-shirts in the dresser, if you’d rather.”

            “Nah. That’d cut down too much on your nightwear.”

            Paul crooked a tiny smile, finally putting on the bra, more bizarrely than Gene had ever seen an actual girl do. Putting it on backwards, which meant he was smashing his chest just to clasp it together, and then turning the whole bra around from there. Gene stared, almost wanting to laugh or ask him if he needed help, but he swallowed his commentary, for once. Paul’s next words made him grateful he had.

            “Play your cards right, and maybe I’ll skip the t-shirt tonight.”

            “Is that a promise?”

            “That’s a maybe.”

            “I’ll take it.” Gene grinned, taking out a vaguely patterned blue button-down from a hanger and tugging it on—it was loose in the neck, predictably, but the fabric strained everywhere else. Paul’s mild wince as he started to button it only compounded his doubts there, making him add, ruefully, “Actually, I think I’ll take a t-shirt, too.”

[crowkingwrites]

Ducky

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader // Words:1663 // Ao3 Link

Ramsay arrived home with the highest honors, more than three job offers, and his father’s approval. Military academy made him into a better man. Not in the sense where a man stopped his terrible behaviors, but better at hiding them. A particular professor almost kicked him out due to his bladed threat, but what could Ramsay do? The professor was a dick. He deserved it.

Bethany Ryswell, the closest thing Ramsay had to a mother, had planned a welcome home dinner party for her favorite boy. She welcomed him home with a warm hug and a kiss on his forehead. He may be in his early twenties, but he was still her little boy. 

Ramsay looked to his childhood friends and studied their faces. Some had grown to be tall, others fat and round. Some had noble coats and others had the same military coats Ramsay worn. None of his friends were married, in love, or even had a chance for a lady’s hand.

“I see Paris has been good to you,” Ben said. He ran a hand through his growing hair. “Roose has been talking about you all day like you battled the filthy rebels themselves.”

“Fucking peasants,” Ramsay shook his head. “If it were me, I would blast them all.”

“With cannons?” Alyn said. “You’d be considered mad.”

“I don’t think it would matter if I delivered results. The sooner the drunks stop filling the streets with their garbage, the sooner our lives will go back to normal. And what’s this I hear of your family immigrating to America? Is your family mad?” Ramsay responded. Damon handed him a glass of a sweet red wine. Ramsay’s lips touched the rim of the glass, tasting the sweet nectar.

Then he saw her. Someone who looked too familiar.

“My family is not like yours, Ramsay. You and your father come from a long line of assholes. Your father is an asshole. Your grandfather was an asshole. Your great-grandfather would have killed you by now if he had known you existed. My family is filled with a bunch of sugar-boned, fat pockets, drunk artists who can’t punch for shit,” Damon laughed out loud.

Ramsay’s eyes followed her across the ballroom. She was more beautiful than all of the girls in the room. Her makeup glowed. Her dress was pink and red, his family’s colors. Who was she? Why did Ramsay have the feeling he knew her?

“My father is begging us all to go. It’s gotten bad for the lower nobles, you know,” Damon finished his wine. “Rotten. This is all so—

“Shut up,” Ramsay rolled his eyes. “Who is that?” He pointed in her direction. Ben made an interesting sound. “Oh, you don’t remember, do you?” Ben smiled. “You’ve missed so much.” The boys started laughing. Ramsay rolled his eyes and took his glass with him. He knew this girl from somewhere. It itched the back of his brain. She was speaking with friends until they noticed Ramsay behind her.

Once she turned around, Ramsay knew exactly who it was.

“Y/N?” Ramsay studied her face over and over again. The last time he saw her, they were children. Ugly was a kind word for her. She often played with Ramsay and his friends despite them not wanting her around. Ramsay called her ‘Ducky’. Short for Ugly Duckling.

“Welcome home,” her voice was warm and inviting. Unlike her shrill voice as a child. “I heard you earned high honors, Mr. Bolton.” She played with the pink ribbons on the front of her dress. Ramsay’s eyes floated down to her chest. He didn’t remember her having such a voluptuous bosom or at least she never dressed this way.

“Y-yes I have. You know of my activities during our time apart. What of you? What have you been up to exactly?” Ramsay’s eyes flitted back and forth from her face to her other body parts.

“Finishing school,” Y/N answered. “After the mess I made with you and your friends, my Lord father wanted me to be a proper lady.”

“Proper?” Ramsay swallowed. How was she this pretty to look at? Her curls looked soft to the touch. He inhaled the air around her. He caught heavy hints of perfume. Her makeup brightened her eyes. Her nails looked perfect.

“Oh yes, you couldn’t have expected me to stay a tomboy with you forever, could you?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked. Her smile hid something sinister underneath. Was she aware of the power she had?

“What?” Ramsay reacted.

“As I remember, you always had something awful to say to me.”

“You didn’t look like this when we were younger.”

Y/N laughed and it sounded like a song. Ramsay felt his cheeks warm up and he took a few steps back. Y/N reached out for his hand, but she caught his military sword instead. Both of their faces were inches from each other. Ramsay’s red cheeks warmed to her touch. She caressed his smooth face.

“Oh dear,” she giggled. “I suppose we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” Y/N whisked Ramsay away from everyone else. They sped through the hallways and ducked under servants. Ramsay’s fingers itched to touch her more. His mind wandered back to when they were children.

How was she this attractive? It didn’t make sense. Covered in dirt, scratches on her arms and legs, her shrill voice still burned at the back of his mind. The girl he knew then and the young woman whose fingers brushed over his crotch could not be the same person.

“What happened to you?” he chuckled, trying to figure her out as if she was some puzzle.

“I like to imagine I grew up. Why? Did something happen to your eyes?” Y/N’s fingers pressed him against a wall. “Do you think you’re going blind?”

“No, I think I’m falling in love,” Ramsay laughed. He shook his head. Why would he say something like that? Men like him didn’t fall for anything. Y/N pushed them both into a bedroom. Her hands already exposed his chest.

“Is this your first time?”

Ramsay stood silent. He would certainly not admit that this was his first time. Not to her. His back became stiff like a board. Her lips brushed against his, and moved them along with hers but nothing warm was there. Her hand tucked into his pants and she grabbed him.

“Oh, you don’t like me,” she frowned.

“No! No. It’s-it’s not that,” Ramsay continued to kiss her face. His hands buried themselves in her curls. He pulled out pins and the pretty ribbons in her hair. He smelled the strong perfume and wanted to bury himself in her chest. He pushed her body into the bed while his mouth left trails of kisses that led to her corset. He pulled violently at the ribbons. It tightened and loosened her clothes and she laughed.

“This is your first time—

“No!” Ramsay yelled. “I’ve done this before!”

“Have you now?” she said as she helped loosen her corset. Ramsay’s mouth pleasured her nipples first. He sucked at them needlessly. Soon, Ramsay caught sight of his new military jacket, shirt, and shoes all over the ground. He smiled and felt her hands bring his face back to hers. He kissed her and she tasted like the peaches he always craved at the military academy.

His felt his member getting harder. He wanted more. He took one look down at her messy clothing and felt his throat tightening. Ramsay didn’t know where to put it.

She lifted her skirts and revealed the treasure between her legs. His blue eyes studied her parts and he remembered only one passing conversation about it.

“I kissed her down there,” Ramsay remembered Jon Snow told his brother. “I didn’t know why. I just wanted to. She really, really liked it.”

To cover up his ignorance, Ramsay’s tongue went to town on her parts. She moaned and cried out his name a few times. His tongue penetrated her folds and sucked at whatever skin his lips touched. She was drenched when he finally slipped himself inside. Her folds were soaking for him and he obliged her.

His cock slid in and out of her body and he never felt something so good before. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Ramsay’s face buried into her neck once again. She felt so damn soft. His hands intertwined with hers as he increased his speed.

“Ramsay,” she breathed.

Oh, it was his turn now. He had power over her. He got high off the dominance he had in the military academy. He loved undermining his professors and captains. He enjoyed watching their faces fall whenever he would have a better strategy or a better idea. But this? His dick was inside of a childhood friend. This was a different kind of power.

Every time he would fuck her deeper, she would sweetly respond with her nectar-like voice. It made him grow bigger and tighter inside of her. Her walls closed in, grabbing onto his member. He brought his face to hers once more. He let her kiss him deeply. Before he could tell her that he was about to finish, Y/N pulled his ear close to her mouth.

“I want you inside of me. I want your seed,” she breathed. Shocked, Ramsay came inside of her. He filled her holes with a flood of his cum. His seed leaked out of her and Ramsay marveled at the sight of what he had done.

Y/N laid there with a sinister smile on her face. She was also proud of what they had done. Her form rose to meet Ramsay’s. Her chest was still bare. Her hair was in wonderful tangles. Her hands moved across Ramsay’s slowing chest.

“Am I wrong to assume that a new friendship has started here?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ramsay said, kissing her forehead. “You’re still Ducky to me.”

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The Distance Between Us

Chapter 6: With Friends Like These...

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena is surprisingly generous, and Crowley is a drama king.

Editor: @cherrypierowena

The Sunday tutoring session went as well as the first one. You still had a long way to go, but at the very least you were starting to understand the few lessons that were on the test.

For a mean girl, Rowena was an amazing teacher. You could tell learning was something she was really passionate about, as was spreading the knowledge she had.

If only she were like that — that patient, that, dare you say it, nice — at school.

You might have even liked her.

Was that why Sam liked her? Her genuine interest in knowledge? Was that what they were talking about when they hung out?

If yes, you could somewhat understand where Sam was coming from. If you only knew her as a dedicated geek, you would like her, too.

But you didn't.

The majority of what you saw of her was meanness. Bullying. Snobbery.

A few hours of studying together couldn't erase that. Couldn't erase the fact that not only had she made the choice to be that way — she'd fought tooth and nail for it.

She was a mean girl by choice.

When the bell rang that Monday, Ms. Hanscum asked for you and Rowena to stay behind. Rowena rolled her eyes. You did the same. You'd had enough of math.

"So," Ms. Hanscum said in her ever-present overly cheerful tone, "how's it going, girls? Made any progress?"

"Yup," you replied. Not as much as she probably expected, but it was something.

"Great!" she beamed. "I knew this would be a great arrangement!"

"It's bloody epic," Rowena mumbled under her breath sarcastically.

You snorted.

Ms. Hanscum frowned. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Rowena said, picture perfect smile mirroring the teacher's painted on her mouth.

Ms. Hanscum grinned big and bright. "I'm so happy for you girls! This'll help you both out. You'll see."

Right. Because being forced to spend time with someone you disliked was so helpful.

"You gonna be ready for the make up exam?"

The question caught you off guard. "Um… well…"

"She totally will," Rowena cut in. You threw her a look she ignored.

You'd gone over a few lessons. There were still a lot of things you didn't get. A lot of things you were insecure about.

You would study, but you doubted it would help much.

The majority of the things that were on the test were still a foreign language to you, and that meant another big, fat F.

"Excellent!" Ms. Hanscum said happily. She reached into a paper bag she had on the desk, took out a donut and bit into it. Pointing at the bag, mouth full and smeared with powdered sugar, she asked, "Donut?"

Rowena made a face as if she'd just been offered rotten meat.

"Sure," you said just to spite her, and took a donut of your own. You took a large bite, basking in the sweetness. "They're awesome!"

"Right?" Ms. Hanscum said. "There's this bakery down the street from where I live. They make excellent donuts! Take another one."

You did as you finished the first one, then bid goodbye to the teacher and headed outside.

"You're disgusting," Rowena said, expression matching her words.

You smirked. "I know."

She rolled her eyes.

"What's with the whole 'she'll totally be ready' shit?" you asked.

"That." She shuffled her feet nervously. Looked around as if in search of spies. "I was thinking — maybe we could study today, tomorrow, and the day after, too."

She what?

"You crazy?"

As if two days wasn't enough.

She wanted to add three more days to it?

"We don't have to," Rowena said, annoyed. "Just saying we could."

"Isn't that a bit much?"

She shrugged. "There's quite a bit we still haven't covered."

"Maybe I don't struggle with that," you said.

She looked at you in disbelief. "Do you?"

If only you didn't.

There was no point lying. "Yeah."

She smirked. Triumphant. Smug. "So, what do you say?" In a nonchalant, overly fake tone, she added, "It's fine if you don't want to. It's your grade."

Did — did she want you to say yes?

"Fine," you said.

Your friends were going to just love you missing out on hangouts to study with her.

"Four o'clock?"

"Works for me."

It was a deal.

*****

"So?" Dean asked first thing he saw you at lunch break.

"So what?"

But you already knew.

"What was it like, studying with the evil skank?"

The hot topic in your friend group.

"Quite fun, actually," you said.

They all, except for Sam, looked at you as if you'd just admitted to killing a litter of kittens.

Awful, pathetic, and horrible were some of the expected answers.

Oh, well.

You lived to disappoint.

"What?" you said defensively and took a bite out of your sandwich.

Crowley looked you in the eyes, then, seeing you were serious, did the sign of the cross.

You rolled your eyes so hard Rowena would've envied you.

Seriously?

He wasn't even religious. His only gospel was You Only Live Once and he lived its word to the fullest.

"Fun? Fun?!" he said dramatically. Loud enough for the entire school to hear him. A few people turned their heads. Most ignored him, having gotten used to his theatrics. "You call spending time with my sister — alone — fun?!"

"Yeah," you said nonchalantly.

His face flushed red as a cherry. Or a bomb inches away from explosion. Which, given the circumstances, seemed like a likely scenario. "That's it!" he proclaimed. "Friendship over!"

God.

What was it that made you want to be friends with him in the first place?

Oh, right — this very behavior.

You sure knew how to pick them.

"Were we ever even friends?" Crowley kept ranting. Eyes wide. Hands flying in all directions as he gestured like a madman. Accent thick in every word. "Was everything a lie? Are you a lie? Do you even bloody exist?!"

"Oh, come on!" you said, irritation sparking through you like a rush of heat.

You were beginning to comprehend why he and Rowena didn't get along — they were too damn similar!

"You've gone team whore!"

You shot him an incredulous look. "'Cause I liked studying with her?"

"That's how she gets you!" he explained. "Pretends to be nice. Sucks you in. Digs the claws in. Then you're hers! You might as well be dead!"

"You're overreacting." You looked around. "Why are y'all so quiet? He's overreacting. Right? Tell him he's overreacting."

"He's overreacting" Sam said.

Your man! "Thank you!"

Castiel frowned in confusion. His signature move. "You really liked it?"

"Yeah," you replied. "She's a great teacher."

Crowley let out an inhumane noise that might have been a squeak.

Or a pterodactyl mating call.

"She is!" you said defensively.

"Wow," Meg said.

Dean scowled suspiciously. "You hit your head? Did she hit you in the head?"

"Jesus Christ!" you exploded, having had enough. Your gang was always a bit weird, but this was ridiculous. This was fucking crazy! "I just think she's a good tutor. Doesn't mean I like the girl!"

"You liked being with her. That's pretty much the same thing," Dean said.

"No, it's not," you argued. "Why do you even care? I mean, Sam's friends with her."

"Sam gets his at home."

The younger Winchester shot him his signature bitchface.

"You hate her," Dean added. "You've always hated her!"

More like disliked her.

Severely.

She hadn't — yet — done anything to make you hate her.

Even still…

"It was just one study session!" you defended.

Meg held up two fingers and said in a deadpan manner, "Two."

"Two study sessions," you corrected. A sigh escaped your mouth. "I don't get what the big deal is. Like I said, she's still a bitch. She's just also a good tutor."

"She'll fuck you over," Crowley said. "She'll play with your heart, then tear it out and eat it right in front of you!"

"Okay, drama king," you said exasperatedly. "You're right. You're completely right. Can you stop now?"

"She will eat it!" he exclaimed dramatically.

"I'm starting to think you're jealous."

He scowled.

You smiled, sugary sweet, overdone.

"Don't worry. You're still my favorite MacLeod. Even if you're annoying."

He flipped you off.

You returned the favor.

"I'm no fan of ginger-bitch, but I'm starting to see why she hates drama king here," Meg commented. "So fucking glad I'm an only child."

"Says the girl who sucked Lucifer's dick up until recently," Crowley retorted.

Meg shot him a look that threatened murder. "He wishes. Do you also wish I sucked your dick?"

"I'm not that desperate. Besides, a man my size? You couldn't handle it, darling."

She laughed. "Trust me, sugar, I've handled bigger and better."

She squeezed Castiel's arm as she said that, prompting him to blush crimson and turn his head.

Crowley snickered. "Never a real man, then."

"Clarence is plenty real," Meg said. Her way of calling him angel. "You? A waste. Might as well change your name to Tiffany and parade around in a pink dress."

Damn.

She was ruthless.

"I'd still look bloody fabulous," Crowley said, head high in feigned pride. "Better than Feathers here. You two are perfect for each other."

"Why, thank you!"

"It wasn't a compliment."

"It was to me."

"You take everything as a compliment. Like all those things Lucifer said to you. The rumors he spread. All compliments, right?"

Meg scowled. He'd hit a nerve. "Piss off, Fergus."

Uh oh.

There was a reason he'd insisted that everyone — including the teachers — called him Crowley. He hated his birth name. Loathed it to the depths of his soul. He claimed it sounded like a venereal disease and hated his mother for giving it to him.

Rowena, naturally, insisted on calling him that and only that.

His friends, on the other hand, called him as he preferred.

Meg sure knew how to run her mouth.

But then, she wasn't his friend. The two of them could barely stand each other, and had only hung out because she was dating Castiel, who in turn was sort-of-friends with him.

Calling them acquaintances would be generous.

"I'll piss on you, Meg," Crowley retorted.

Meg grinned. "Oh, you just know what turns me on, don't you?" she purred.

He flipped her off.

She laughed.

Good ol' Meg and Crowley. Always a great distraction.

As they bantered, Castiel, as well as you, Sam, and Dean stood there awkwardly. Unsure what to say. How to react.

Then you revealed that you would be studying with Rowena today, tomorrow, and the day after, and, to your grievance, all the attention and drama was back on you.

*****

"You what?"

Olivette was livid. She remained calm, but her tone, the strain in her voice, the ice on her face were dead giveaways of the storm that brewed inside. Tranquil fury. Lightning before the rumbling thunder.

As expected, she hadn't taken the news of Rowena having three tutoring sessions with you this week well.

Neither did Lucifer, but he, at the very least, had the decency to keep his anger to himself.

"You're really tutoring Dumbo three days this week?" he said. "Seriously?"

"It wasn't my bloody idea!" Rowena said. "Ms. Hanscum said I had to. And tried to force-feed me donuts."

She made a face.

Olivette made an even more disgusted one. "That bitch is such a pig."

"I drew the line at that," Rowena said.

Okay, so she said a wee lie. Or a couple. Or a bit more.

She couldn't exactly admit it was her idea. What would that look like?

A shudder ran through her at the thought, cold as ice.

"So you can't hang out today?" Olivette asked.

Rowena shook her head. "Or tomorrow, or Wednesday."

'What about us?" Lucifer whined, pouting like a child.

She pulled on a smile. He was an arse, but he could be impossibly cute when he wanted.

"She doesn't care."

He said something not very nice under his breath. "This is such bullshit!"

"I'll make it up to you," Rowena said, lacing fingers through his. Squeezing them together in a tight knot. Her eyes wandered from his to Olivette's. "Both of you. Friday night, I'm all yours."

The truth was, she was looking forward to studying with you more than the outing she'd arranged with them.

She thought having popular friends would be the best thing ever, but the truth was, it was the opposite.

She hated it.

Hated watching Olivette and her little posse bully girls they deemed fat and ugly and boys they deemed unworthy of looking at them.

Hated watching Lucifer shove kids into lockers and threaten them for nothing but the sheer thrill of it.

Hated being there when it happened.

Hated laughing along with them, encouraging them without a single word as their victims' eyes wandered to her in search of help, of mercy, only to turn down in disappointment at finding none.

A part of her knew it was worth it. The life she had — she'd fought for it. So what if a few people had to suffer?

At least it wasn't her.

Never again.

Now, she was on top of the food chain.

Didn't mean she had to like all it entailed.

She needed an out. A vacation. A wee bit of time away from it all. Needed something to make her forget all the bad she did — all the bad she was still doing.

She was a good tutor. A bloody great one.

And, for a girl who never did anything to better herself, you made for good company.

You did as told. It took you a while from time to time, but you did all the work she gave you. Contrary to what she thought, you weren't dumb. You just needed a bit of guidance.

There were sarcastic remarks and eye-rolls, often mutual, but other than that, tutoring you was a pleasant experience.

It was, dare she say it, fun.

"You'd better," Lucifer purred, then pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

"I promise," Rowena muttered as they parted for breath. Then his lips were on hers once again, and she gave herself away, let him do with them as he pleased.

That was the way things worked between them. She gave. He took. Anything he wanted, he could take, no questions asked.

Just like Olivette and her posse.

Oh, well.

Everything came with a price stamped on it in large, bolded letters.

Rowena knew what she was getting into.

She'd made her bed. Now she had to lie in it.

*****

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