#she sayin the same shit i used to

[didderd]

Tac is a smooth mf GODDAMN🫣

Hehe. Yis. Got that Fell Sans rizz. :3

[et6rnalsun]

ᡣ𐭩 chris sturn x fem! reader

warnings: nothing, this is pure fluff !!

summary: forcing your boyfriend to do yet another tiktok trend with you. ( requested. masterlist. )

“alright” you're already giggling before even start the video, your eyes fixed on chris's face which seemed to oscillate between amused and desperate as you fix the phone resting on a wall.

you then clicked the three second timer before quickly positioning yourself at his side, and he gave you a small playful push before smirking at the camera that was filming the two of you.

first move, you both did rock.

second, he knew you would use the same as the previous one, so he did paper and you just rolled your eyes, huffing. “i hate you”

"loser" he shrugged, before starting to eat, taking large bites of the burger. he moved slightly to the side, showing the phone your running and slowly shrinking form. with one finger he pretended to 'crush' you, shaking his head with a chuckle at his own stupidity, trying to chew as quickly as possible.

when you came back, you were out of breath. the burger was already almost finished, and you raised an eyebrow as he simply swallowed the last bite, returning to his position.

at least three times you kept doing the same things, before he beat you again. “i really don't like this game” you said sarcastically, before starting to run again.

"sayin’ that shit after she literally begged me to do it" chris spoke to the camera, taking several sips of the coke before moving on to the chips, even taking the time to open the dips. you were just too slow, and he was starting to really enjoy it.

he chose the chips because he wanted to leave you the burger. not that he would ever say that, of course.

“you literally can’t run” he huffed in amusement, watching as you placed your hands on your knees to try and breathe.

his victories continued to persist for many more rounds, losing only twice. (probably on purpose)

when you ran back to him the last time you were completely exhausted, and you naturally just leaned into him, causing him to chuckle. his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and the free one reached out for the burger.

looking down at you, he brought the food towards your mouth and made you take a bite, his head tilted to the side as he smiled at the sight.

"bro isn't that tired even after we fucked" the video ended with you slapping him.

[soulc-hilde]

Ignorant Grandmas

Pairing: Eminem x afab!reader

Synopsis: Based off of this request and inspired by mood yesterday in the grocery store.

Warning: Ignorant grandmothers, imaginative violence towards elders, cursing

You weren’t typically like this – agitated and just seconds from swinging on somebody. You were a bit more passive, on the contrary, more invested in smiling in the face of stupidity than allowing someone to snap you out of character all because they can’t act right. Now, it might just be the heat ‘cause Lord knows that there’s not a reason in the world for it to so damn hot or maybe, just maybe, you’re getting old. 

And you pray with Quran and the Holy Bible, that it’s the heat that’s got you ready to be locked up and going viral for stuffing someone into the asphalt. 

Now, outside of the external forces pushing your buttons, there’s a force much closer that just can’t back the fuck up with his loud ass laugh and even louder conversation on that overdue for an upgrade iPhone that he still don’t know how to use after the brand being out for damn near two decades. 

“Haha!” Marshall laughs into the phone, walking behind you as you push the buggy. “That’s what I was sayin’ man, shit’s crazy.” As you go to stop, picking up a box of penne, he smacks into your backside with a smack of the teeth. 

In front of you, an old white lady and her oxygen tank stand pointed your way. Her sad excuse for lips curl up in disgust, her body ordering for you to move out the way so she could look over the pasta. You know, in an aisle filled with several different brands and types of pasta, this dying bitch just must look at your box. Rather than back up off you, your husband wraps an arm around your waist as he continues chatting with Denaun. 

You set the penne down, going to look for some type of deal from another brand. Hey, you may be rich, but you’ll be damned if inflation’s gonna catch your ass paying damn near twelve dollars for a box of pasta. Nope, just the thought pisses you off even more. As you go to grab another box, a buggy taps against yours, causing your buggy to swerve and trap you between the shelves and the cart in a tight space. 

You look up to see that dead bitch going gone-ho over her pasta selections as if she ain’t just pop your privacy bubble. You freeze, gazing at her oxygen tank with a blank stare, barely blinking. 

“Bitch, fuck you!” You shout, pushing your buggy across the aisle. You kick her oxygen tank out of her hands and toss that bitch across the floor, making sure to donk Marshall in the head with it. 

“Baby?” A voice cuts in, “Baby, you good?” You snap out, looking up to Marshall’s scrunched eyebrows watching you with concern. “You good, mama?” You simply shake your head, standing up, “let’s just go. I ain’t in the mood to make pasta tonight.” 

Fast forward, y’all stand in line at one of the registers, waiting patiently. As you were raised, you made sure there was enough room for the person in front of you to back up and walk out of line. Unfortunately, other people weren’t raised the same way which must be the reason why homeboy damn near shoves his buggy your ass cheeks.

Your lip turns up, your skin turning hot as the bones under your skin feel as if they’re trembling. Well, damn, at this point just go on ahead and take me to dinner if you’re just gonna invade my anus. You side eye Marshall, in hopes he’d be actively scoping the scenery out to find an open register with a shorter line, but no. This old motherfucker is chilling on his phone, texting Hailie. 

So much for comradery, you scoff. 

Just as you decide to stay in the spot, you feel homie behind you breathing and huffing with impatience as the cashier then leaves their station mid-transaction only to return with another employee. Obviously, they were either new to the job or an incident out of their control took place, which is understandable.

What isn’t, however, is the smell of rotten catfish lingering around her neck because this Slim Jim with the jalapeno cheese wanna shove his way up people’s asses. You peep the newly deserted scenery of self-checkout and with a heavy sigh, you swerve out of line and make your way to the secluded section. Flabbergasted, Marshall nearly runs to keep up with you. 

As you reach the register, swiping and tossing the groceries into bags as if the world was about to end, he tries to help sort the bags for you. “Boo, you okay? Why didn’t you wanna stay in the lane, the kid was almost done with those other folks.”

You simply shake your head, “not now.” He raises an eyebrow, taken aback before nodding, helping you bag the items. 

As y’all walk out the store, searching for the car in the lot, fans and a few paps were recording and taking photos of you two. That was normal to y’all, but what was abnormal was your enraged expression. As they stuff the trunk of their SUV, she looks up just in time for a perfect picture of her scrunched face to be taken.

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The children send y’all one link after another to multiple articles speaking on the one day you stood outside, visibly ready to beat someone’s ass and now, in their minds, it was not only Marshall’s fault but it also must’ve meant a divorce was in the work. You shake your head, texting in the family groupchat. 

“Watch this.”

You open your camera roll, getting a perfect shot of Marshall sleeping in your lap and your wedding ring. You open Instagram, creating the post and writing a simple caption – “I’m nice and still happily married. However, I would advise y’all to keep your ignorant grandmothers the fuck inside if they can’t say a damn excuse me.” 

Tbh y'all, I'm not really motivated to write Eminem anymore. Like, without a doubt I'll still do him here and there, but like after a while, I get bored. So, I'ma focus a bit more on my series that I'm writing as well as promoting my works on both AO3 and Wattpad.

[morgluvsconnie]

VOW, a.arlert

↜ CHAP.1 / not proof read , mild language , introduction / CHAP.2

A/N / hellurrrr this right here is basically just kind of an introduction to the characters & stuff so it’s kinda short? 😔 UGH I CANT WAIT TO GET TO THE GOOD PARTS (proof reading later)

“how much?”

armin leaned back in his chair with a smug smile.

eren glanced at you, who was talking with sasha the whole time before looking back at armin.

“basketball team.”

“what?”

“if you can do it, i gotta leave the basketball team. but if you fuck up, you leave.”

armin shifted in his chair, biting the skin on his bottom lip while staring at you. you, catching him by surprise when you turned and greeted him with a small wave.

it took a while for him to wave back before he looked at eren.

“might as well turn the jersey in.” armin shook his head with a low laugh that proved he had full confidence in what he was about to do.

or, what he was gonna do.

you on the other hand, you’d finally got up to walk home with sasha after your last class ended.

you grabbed your bag, putting your papers in neatly before letting out a long exhale. “shits exhausting.” you frowned a little, carrying your bag carelessly in your hand as everyone left the room.

the halls weren’t as packed, which cooled you off as needed. but you were stressed out from the amount of work you had to do and time you didn’t have.

“you got classes after this?”

“night classes tomorrow, like two.” you mumbled, finally making it outside.

“me too.”

you then looked around campus out of boredom as sasha did the same beside you.

“you know that blonde boy you hang with?” your eyes shifting to the ground.

sasha hummed for a few seconds before letting out an ‘ohhhh’, “armin?”

“that’s his name?”

“yeah.”

“oh.”

“what? you got a crush?” she bumped you playfully, making you laugh. “hell no. he was just looking so i waved.”

sasha stopped and put her hands on her hips. “and since whennnn does the y/n, the one who’s always giving men death stares, wave at a boy she, so called, ‘don’t like’.” she used two of her fingers as quotations.

“when she bein nice.”

“which is never.” sasha tapped her head, as if she was proving something. “but, before i mess with you about whatever,”

you looked at her.

“armins not really the type to just like somebody, see what i’m sayin?” she tilted her head, looking at you.

you slowly nodded.

she continued, “i’m not saying he doesn’t like you, cus really, look at you. i’m just saying, i know armin, and if he liked someone for real, i’d be able to tell.” she scratched her head, trying her best not to hurt your feelings.

which she wasn’t, because you had none for him in the first place.

“i just don’t want you to like him and then… something happens and blah blah, shit like that.” she waved it off.

you chuckled at her poor but helpful explanation. “ion like him, we just waved at each other.” you said, passing sasha’s house and walking a few more blocks to yours.

groaned and throwing your head back, you used your key to open the door, walking in to greet your toddler…

your cat.

“ritta.” you said with a smile as she curled up, snuggling your ankles. “hello to you too.” sasha rolled her eyes, walking to your room. “hi mrs and mr l/n.” she said on the way there.

you stayed quiet, leaning down to pet ritta once more before walking to your room. “hey mama, dad.” you waved a little, making your way to your room as they spoke back.

you closed the door behind you, dropping your things immediately and groaning.

“damn, you already packing up?” sasha looked around, putting her things where you put yours. you shrugged. “tryna get outta here.”

“whyyy? your parents seem nice.”

“that’s because you’re here and my dad don’t feel like being a bitch.” you cringed, lying on your stomach across your bed.

“and i just wanna have some peace and quiet.” you glanced down at ritta, who was preparing to hop on your bed. who also somehow snuck past you. “with my child.”

sasha laughed, scrolling through her phone. “but you’re still gonna be near campus, right?”

“duh. can’t leave you.” you reached over to squish her cheek. sasha smiled.

“right. you coming over eren’s?”

“no parties.” you shook your head. “sick of em.”

“it’s not a party, just like…” sasha put her phone down to think about it. “like a get together, ion know.”

“i don’t even fuck with the same people as you.”

“you’re sayin it like you hate them.”

“okay, i don’t hang with em.”

sasha groaned, moving herself to the edge of the bed and hanging off, drawing things on the floor. “they’re cool, i promise. nobody’s really an asshole except for… eren? and jean when he’s trying to be. but they’ll like you.” she said.

you thought about it for a second before looking out the window. “tonight?”

sasha nodded, getting back up and crossing her legs in front of you. “it’s just gonna be a friend group thing.”

you looked at her with a slight confused look. “did they invite me?”

“eren invited you.”

funny, because eren didn’t even know you. not like that. you were just a friend of a friend, and so was he.

“he said you might as well start hanging with them since you’re cool with me and whatever.” she said in a sigh.

you went quiet, rethinking your thoughts. it would be less boring. but why hang around people you don’t talk to?

“i guess.” you tilted your head, rubbing your forehead.

sasha smiled and pulled you into a tight hug, shaking you around. “finallyyyy, it’s at like… nine? so we can get ready together.”

yeah, you didn’t do that. because sasha was more excited than you, which means she got ready at an earlier time than you. you laid in bed as the rambled on about how everyone acted. how everyone was cool and “niceee.” she said before snatching the sheets off of you.

“dude.” you mumbled. “i changed my mind.”

“no, you didn’t. come on, stop bein boring.” she shook you aggressively, making you push her hands away with an aggravated laugh.

“i’m not changing no clothes for this.”

“put on pajamas, duh.” sasha pointed at her own clothes. you pursed your lips together and shook your head. “yeah. no. all my pajamas are… either embarrassing or make me look like i’m seeking male validation.”

“well let’s switch pants and you can wear a hoodie like i am.” sasha took her pants off and tossed them to you.

“you… are too comfortable around me.” you sat on your bed, taking your pants off and putting hers on. sasha searched through your drawer while looking for some of your pants.

“damn, you were right.” she said, tilting her head at the cookies that had faces on your pants. you smiled a little, standing up and slipping on your shoes.

“okay, where he live? i’m not walking far, sasha.”

sasha rolled her eyes at your complaining and grabbed her phone. “not far. like down the block, we all live close to campus so, you know.” she shrugged, walking out of your room and to the living room.

“uh,” your mom stopped you where you were. you sighed and turned around. “where are you going?” she looked at you and sasha.

sasha looked at you awkwardly, knowing she was a bad liar when it came to anyone’s parents but hers.

“just to a friends house.” you said, staring at your mom.

she stared back, looking at your clothes. “you know when to be back, correct?”

a college student shouldn’t have a curfew outside of college.

“sure.” you muttered, turning around to walk out the door.

your mother mumbled something under her breath as you and sasha walked out, you shaking your head and closing the door behind the both of you.

“what’s her problem?” sasha said as you got to the end of the driveway, looking back at your house as she put her phone in her pocket.

“what isn’t?”

[wileys-russo]

stanway x reader where r is basically the back up cdm for england, only really plays that last few minutes of games if any so when keira gets injured at the wc, r freaks out because they have to go on and then play after until keira is back. maybe have georgia trying to comfort and hype up r before and then in one of the games where r plays the full 90, r makes like a big game saving tackle and georgia is super proud and happy for r after (you’re like carrying the woso fics on this app rn so thank you!)

crucial touch II g.stanway

"babe i'll be lucky to even see the pitch this tournament, i'm the back ups backup and i know that. i knew it when i accepted the call up!" you smiled at your girlfriend who frowned back at you from where she stood at the end of your bed.

"but i'm just sayin maybe if ya just talk to sarina and make your case you could get a start!" georgia pushed, knocking your legs apart and crawling up the bed to sit herself between them looking down at you.

"are you telling me to go behind your best mates back to try and get a start over her? harsh." you whistled teasingly, panic flashing across your girlfriends face as she stammered out that wasn't what she meant.

"gee! baby relax, i'm only teasing." you laughed, sitting up and grabbing her hands to still her.

"i love you and i appreciate you going to bat for me but i promise i am just happy to be here. would minutes under the belt be amazing? of course. but is being in australia, training with the squad and being with some of my best friends and girlfriend every day also amazing? yes!" you squeezed her hands with a smile of assurance, frown still dented into her features.

"but you've had such a great season and moved to the european league baby and-" "no more buts, i'm not going out of my way to plead for minutes with sarina. i trust that she always knows whats best for the team, that was well proven in the euros and i felt so much pride even just watching from the stands." you'd torn your hamstring mid last season which had unfortunately meant you weren't fit for squad selection, but despite how hard it was at times to watch your friends and wish you were in their position you learnt a whole new set of valuable lessons.

"babe i promise i am okay." you continued when once again your girlfriend opened her mouth to argue, finally giving in with a sigh and a nod.

"georgia!" you laughed as she pushed you back down onto the bed and flopped her body on top of you. "m'tired baby, lets cuddle and have a nap." the girl patted your head as her own settled on your stomach and your hands threaded her hair tugging it out of the bun it once was.

"what happened to going to watch the sunset before dinner?" "well, it rises and sets every day doesn't it? i'll take ya tomorrow."

~

"did she just say its her knee?" you whispered to lotte who was sat beside you, eyes flashing with the same fear you knew was conveyed in your own as she nodded. "shit." you mumbled, biting your lip nervously as the medics rushed on toward keira.

your leg bounced anxiously as they called for a stretcher, your stomach falling as sarina gestured for laura to start warming up as one of the coaching staff hurried over to run her through the plays.

all of you on the bench sent smiles to keira as she was stretchered off and disappeared down the tunnel, the sub made official as laura ran on and everyone tried to shake off what happened.

"they could have given us a small break of time to reset, they're clearly shook up." you mumbled to lotte who hummed in agreement, both of you watching on with limbs locked tight in stress.

thankfully the girls scraped by taking the 1-0 win against denmark and you didn't think you'd ever held your breath as long as until that final whistle blew ending injury time and the game.

you walked in between ella and georgia as you did your lap, thanking the fans, but you could tell that despite the smiles on everyones faces nobody was thinking about the win and rather worrying for how keira was.

and in particular if the team would see yet another victim to that dreaded three letter curse.

~

despite keira thankfully not having done her acl, she was under forced rest and a careful rehab program, and wouldn't be playing in the next game against china.

knowing that your teammate was okay had eased the mounting tension within the team and after a bonding day at the local zoo everyone was in high spirits.

which was likely what lead to the following 6-1 domination over china a few days later, everyone in even better spirits that night which was filled with karaoke, dancing and cheese boards much to lottes delight.

things took a more serious turn two days later at training when laura took a rather abrupt tackle from millie and headbutted the goal post, winding up with a concussion and with keira still not cleared to play that was how you found yourself sat across from sarina in one of the hotel meeting rooms.

she informed you'd not only be getting your first minutes of the tournament but would be in the starting eleven in tomorrow nights game. you had to ask her how to repeat herself making the dutch woman laugh and congratulate you, making a point to say she'd noticed that despite not playing you had still played a very crucial role within the team lifting morale.

still slightly in disbelief and pinching yourself with a sharp hiss you exited the room, making a beeline right towards your girlfriend who was mid darts game with niamh, ella and lucy.

with a wordless shake of your head you grabbed her hand, ignoring all of her questions and your friends teasing remarks behind you as you dragged her away from the game, staying silent right until the two of you were back in your room.

"baby whats goin on? you're bein very weird has somethin happened?" georgia asked for the tenth time, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as you shook your head and paced back and forth.

"oi, sit down and speak to me love ya gonna wear a hole in the carpet." georgia grabbed your hoodie and pulled you to stand between her legs, hands on the small of your back holding you there.

"i'm starting tomorrow." you blurted out with wide eyes, georgias own bugging nearly out of her head as her grip on you tightened. "you what!" she gasped out as you nodded firmly. "yeah, coombsy's still not cleared and neither is kei." you shook your head in disbelief.

"baby! you're starting in the fuckin world cup!" the breath was stolen from you as your girlfriend lovingly slammed you down onto the bed and jumped on top of you, kissing all over your face and mumbling how proud she was as you couldn't help but grin.

"wait!" you pushed her off and sat bolt upright. "what if i get injured? or i let in a goal? or i cause a penalty? or-" all of the worse case scenarios flew through your head, slamming around and around like a pinball machine.

"hey hey, stop that." georgia frowned, grabbing your face in her hands and forcing you to look at her. "you won't. you are so so brilliant, and hardworking, and passionate. it doesn't matter if this is your first start in a world cup or another match for bayern love, you tackle it the exact same way you enter any game. with your whole heart and ya head screwed on right!" georgia gently squeezed your cheeks and placed a tender kiss against your lips as you exhaled and collapsed into her.

"i'm starting tomorrow." "you're starting tomorrow, and you are gonna smash it baby."

~

the day of the match itself you were still a nervous wreck. word had spread of your start and in small groups all of the girls came over to congratulate and hype you up.

and as much as you appreciated each and every single one of them all of their hope and praise was just adding onto your existing nerves, which your girlfriend seemed to pick up on as she gently shooed everyone away, tucking you into her side at breakfast and changing the subject.

she made sure to sit beside you on the bus and walked you around the stadium for the pitch check with your fingers interlocked tightly with hers, swinging your hands together and distracting you with kisses when she noticed your mind start to wander.

right before warm ups your phone rang and you lit up seeing it was leah, you'd played with her for years at arsenal before taking the plunge to germany when both frankfurt and bayern came knocking.

so stepping out of the room the blonde gave you a stern talking to about believing in yourself and making the most of the opportunity the situation had presented you no matter how it came about.

and with that in mind you reset your headspace and tuned in, georgia sending leah a quick text thanking her as whatever was said worked as you now seemed your confident self when walking out for the line up.

unlike last match against china the game against nigeria was anything but easy. they were a fast and agile side and came out aggressive, so you did your best as a team to meet them like that but after a brutal 90 minutes it was still deadlocked at 0-0.

mary had been putting in a shift, everyone had, and with lj earning a red card you were down to 10 when they announced there would be extra time as a break was called and everyone huddled together on the sidelines.

sarinas words ringing in your ears you sucked up how much your body ached and readied yourself to go again, vowing to leave absolutely everything on the pitch as if it was the last game you ever played.

your chance came in the 118th minute as you missed a crucial tackle and one of the strikers snuck past you. you knew from watching her throughout the game where she'd likely shoot from so you diverted tactics.

you knew it was a risk but you had to trust your gut like always and sprinting down the length of the field on the opposite side your legs burned and ached but you just used that to spur yourself on.

sure enough it was a risk that paid off as the striker slotted the ball past mary who watched in horror as it slipped beneath her thigh and she crashed to the ground.

but you were there without even a millisecond to spare, the ball clipping the edge of your studs as you slid your body across goal and tapped it out earning them a corner but preventing the winning goal.

you only breathed once the referee signaled for nigeria to take their corner, your head slumping against the ground as you took a moment to reset and marys gloved hands hauled you up off the ground.

"you are a fucking superstar for that one mate." she grabbed your face and kissed your forehead with a loud mwah, brushing the grass off of you as you grinned and everyone set in for the corner which would be the last play of extra time.

your hands falling to lucy's waist you felt millies grab yours from behind, a defensive tactic which was yet to fail you as once again a goal was prevented with mary jumping to tap it over the top of the goal as the whistle blew yet again signalling the game would go to penalties.

you watched with baited breath, squished in between beth and millie as each kick was taken. you winced as your girlfriend missed, watching her face fall but sending her a reassuring nod and mouthing that you loved her.

beth, rach and chloe were next all sinking their kicks as chloes hit the back of the net with record speed and the stadium erupted into cheers, you'd done it and you lived to see another day, you'd won.

you raced right over to your girlfriend amid the celebrations who had the same idea, jumping onto her and wrapping your legs round her waist, both of you forgetting you'd just played over 120 minutes as her legs buckled and the two of you crashed to the ground.

"i am so so so fucking proud of ya!" georgia beamed, pressing her forehead against yours as you lay on the grass tangled up with one another. you were well aware of your surroundings but in her arms and by her side everything else slipped away, the two of you lost in one anothers eyes which shone with pride.

"can i kiss you?"

your girlfriend seemed taken aback by the question and your eyes widening you went to stand but your body locked up in surprise as her hand balled your jersey and tugged your lips to meet hers, neither one of you caring for a single moment what anyone thought.

in that triumphant moment all you had eyes for was each another.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

help i have a crush and no guts to tell them. If convenient… some bruce wayne? Bruce is hotter. I am safer dreaming about fictional men than real ones. My crush miiiight know(im 20. WHY the heckkkkk do i even HAVE a crush). I made eye contact and immediately looked away. I literally couldnt be more suspicious. Im begging you to distract me.

Important note: i love love love your writing especially the other half. Which i know is over so im not asking for a continuation of that. But your bruce is enthralling. Also no pressure if youre not in a bruce writing mood.

listen

i hate to tell you/warn you

having a crush at 29 is just as if not more embarrassing. i sadly speak from experience

also what do you call it when Batman skips church

christian bale

"He's going to catch you."

"Catch me what? I'm not doing anything."

"You're staring."

"I am not staring," You insist, "I am...Looking in the direction of his vicinity."

"Well that vicinity is pretty narrow. Completely narrow. You're just looking at him, actually."

You pass a sidelong glance toward your best friend, eyes narrowing as she smiles sweetly at you.

"I'm just sayin'," She shrugs, "The more you stare at him, the more likely it is that he'll catch you."

"No way for him to catch me if there's nothing to catch—Oh, shit," You hurriedly whirl around as you see him twist toward you.

"I told you."

"Shut up!" You hiss. "Is he still looking?"

"Yep."

You groan, raising your drink to your lips and draining it. "I'm gonna go get another one. You wanna come?"

"I'm alright."

It's for the best, you decide. She was right, you've been way too blatant. But how many times are you going to be in the room with the Prince of Gotham, with the Bruce Wayne?

"Prosecco, please," You request, setting your empty glass down.

"It'll be a moment," The bartender warned. "We're waiting for a few bottles."

"Okay! No worries."

You're certain this is the only time that you would be in the same room as Wayne, so you may as well take a look, get your fill. There were whispers of him coming alone, instead of trotting out one of the models that he usually brings to these events. Maybe it was a last-minute acceptance, or he couldn't find anyone to come...Then again, you were certain that that was impossible. Hell, you'd cut off your right arm to say yes—Not that Bruce Wayne would ever ask you.

"Prosecco."

His voice makes you freeze, your eyes widening slightly as his sleeve brushes your arm.

"It'll be a moment, Mr. Wayne," The bartender frowns.

"S'alright."

You glance hesitantly toward him, offering a tight, flighty smile when you find him looking at you.

"Hi," He greets.

"Hi."

Oh god, what the hell is he doing, talking to you?

"Come here often?"

"...To the Natural History museum?" You flounder.

"Not exactly," He chuckles. "I meant to events like these."

"Oh—No. My friend had a plus one, so."

"Mm."

You nod. You should ask if he comes to many of these, right? But you know that he does—every appearance is highly publicized in the Gotham Gazette, US magazine, across gossip blogs and social media. Hell, you'd have to have been living under a rock to not know who he was.

But how can you ask questions without seeming like an ignorant simpleton or a weirdo? Will he think it's odd that you know he goes to these events? Will he think you're lying if you pretend to not know that he does?

You don't even know this man, so why does he make you so nervous?

"Flying solo on this one?"

It's out of your mouth before you can stop it, and—shit. You take in the way Bruce blinks, his lips tipping up with a small smile.

"I am. I accepted last-minute."

"No other way to spend your Friday night?"

"No other good way. It is for charity, after all."

"That's true," You smile. Oh, god look away now. Stop looking into his warm, dark eyes—Damn, how does he get you so hot with just a smile?

"Two proseccos." The two of you turn as the bartender speaks up, setting your drinks on the bar.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

You take yours, ready to step away and say goodbye. You don't want to linger—but—

"Is your friend going to be missing you?" Bruce asks.

"Um..." You look around, spotting her speaking with one of her colleagues—one that you know she has a crush on. You huff a soft laughing, shaking your head. "No, definitely not."

"So she won't mind if I hold you up for a bit?"

Your heart leaps into your throat, brows creeping high.

"Hold me up? For what?"

"To talk, if you're interested." He holds his hand out for a shake. "Bruce Wayne."

And you can't keep it in anymore. He's introducing himself? You chuckle softly, shaking his hand.

"Yeah. I know."

[raya-hunter01]

Can you do a jey uso imagine where you both see who can last the longest without sex plz 🫠?

Seven Days Without Sex...

One Shot!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, masturbation

Summary: Main Event Jey Uso’s words on Gentlemen’s Podcast has him in hot water with his girlfriend. The rules of engagement are laid out as Mia and Jey have a battle of the wills. Can they make it seven days without sex!

Who will give in first, or will they make it seven days without sex. Hope you enjoy your request @mya2real 

Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

“So what you sayin’ is you can go seven days no problem without sex,” I said as Jey shrugged his shoulders.

“Hell yea, I can do it easily,” he said as I scoffed at his attitude. “Really, Mr. I’m sending the jet to get you because I can’t spend another night not being inside you,” I mocked as he groaned.

“Fuck, it was true, I couldn’t wait to see yo’ fine ass.  Why you bringing up old shit?” he asked as I rolled my eyes. “Jey, it ain’t old shit, it was yesterday!” I said irritated as he laughed.

“Damn sho was, wasn’t it?” he replied as I got up and put on my robe.” I’m going to take a shower,” I huffed as he growled.

“I know you ain’t mad Mia, I didn’t hear yo’ ass complaining yesterday. You packed your shit wit a quickness and got yo’ fine ass on the Jet,” Jey said following me into the bathroom.

“I ain’t mad about that shit, because yo’ ass has caught many red-eye flights before you owned the jet. Don't even get me started on the all-night drives you used to make just to be up in this pussy for a couple minutes or a couple hours,” I said making it known he was just as whipped as me.

 “Babe, I never said that I didn’t, you know how we get down. I love that about us,” Jey started as I interrupted him.

“Don’t play wit me Jey, we crave each other. Stop fakin’ the funk like it’s one-sided to stroke your ego when you are doing interviews,” I said turning on the water.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t even remember what I said on that podcast. It’s a men’s deal where they discuss random shit and sex came up. I really don’t even remember what I said that could have made you mad,” Jey said as I frowned at him.

I began mocking Jey response to the host to refresh his memory.

“I know if me and my girl did the seven days without sex challenge I would win because she can’t resist me. I can make the call no matter where I am in the world, and she will get her ass on my personal jet and come handle business. She loves how I dick her down, end quote,” I said making quotations with my fingers as he sighed in frustration.

“What’s wrong wit what I said?  It’s true, men would kill for that shit and I can’t help but feel lucky, that you down for ya boy dat way,” he said as I threw up my hands it frustration, he wasn’t understanding.

“I actually ain’t mad about that, what irritates me is how you only told one side of the story and didn’t disclose how you do the same for me.

“Mia, I thought that it explained itself, I didn’t mean no harm baby,” Jey said as I saw him smirking.

"I’m not mad, I just think it would be fun for us to do the seven-day challenge to actually see who cracks first,” I said as his smirk finally left his face.  

“Uh, I don’t know about that. Come on Mia, we got a week before you go home. Do we really want to play this game for seven days,” Jey said as it was my time to smirk.

“Oh, I wanna play, I really think it would do us good to see who can last the longest without sex,” I said as I heard him grumble.

“Fuck, you are really serious?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “What are the rules of engagement?” he asked as I smiled at his uneasiness.

 I can tell this was going to be fun teasing him these next couple of days to lose control.

“It’s easy, no sex, no oral, no kissing, but masturbation is allowed,” I said shrugging my shoulders as I saw Jey’s arm twitch.

“So, I can’t even kiss you, come on, that ain’t fair. You know it’s somethin’ bout dem kisses,” Jey said as I slowly walked up to him dropping my robe as he groaned.

“You are so evil, but I love yo’ ass,” he whispered as I smiled slightly biting my lip.  

“You could end all this baby, all you got do is take me,” I whispered seeing him lick his lips as I slowly turned and walked into the shower.

Yea, let the games begin.

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Survivor Series,

Allstate Arena, Chicago, IL

Day one

Early this morning we flew out for Survivor Series but thankfully Jey's bus was delivered to the building today so we wouldn't have to fly back.

I love how he is investing his money to take some one stress off of himself.

The other good news is after tonight we’re going back to Jey’s house in Atlanta. Raw is scheduled to take place in Atlanta so we will have three days of alone time and l I can’t wait.

 I have to put this plan into action quick because I go back to Pensacola in six days. There is no way I’m leaving here without being properly dicked down correctly, especially knowing they are about to do a UK tour.

Looking over this fly outfit Sandra put together for me is definitely going to assist me in teasing my boyfriend. Hell, he may cave tonight, one can hope right.

"So how did I do?" Sandra asked as I smiled brightly at her.

“You did the damn thang! Thank you, Sandra, I love it!” I exclaimed hugging WWE’s most amazing seamstress. She had made me a camo skirt to match Jey’s tights and cut up one of his new shirts for me.

“I know Jey is going to love you in this,” she said as I went into her little changing area to try on my skirt.

Looking in the mirror I found myself smiling. I knew he would love it as much as I did.

“Does the skirt need to be made longer?” she asked as I looked down at my exposed thick thighs Jey loved so much.

“No, it’s good, I really like it. Now ask me if I’m bending over with wild abandon tonight?” I said as she sighed.

 “Mia, are you planning to bend over with wild abandon tonight?” she asked as I smiled.

 “In the crowd no…Now on the bus tonight, I hope so,” I laughed as her jaw dropped in shock.

“Oh my god, ya’ll two are something else,” she said as I finished getting dressed.

"Let me make sure you good," she said as I came out to let her inspect her work as Jimmy came up with his jacket.

"Aye, how you doin’ Sandra, do you think you got time to fix this rip?" he asked as she glanced at him. "Yea, I got you, Jimmy, she said smoothing my skirt down.

“Damn Mia, you trying to give brother a heart attack ain’t you? I heard about the bet,” he said leaning over and giving me a hug.

“I’m even matching Jey down to the shoes,” I said proud of myself. “She’s looking for trouble is what she’s doin'. She knows teasing that man ain't gon' end good,” Sandra said as I smiled.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, I promise,” I said as Jimmy smirked at me shaking his head.

“You know he ain’t letting you in the crowd like that without someone out there with you,” Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m gon’ watch in the crowd with Truth so I’ll be safe,” I said giving him a hug.

“By the way my money is on you, so you better win,” Jimmy whispered as I laughed before walking away.

“Bye Jimmy, and thanks for everything Sandra,” I said as Jimmy waved and gave his jacket to Sandra as she searched for her needle and thread.

“Enjoy the show, I’ll hit you up later,” she said as I continued my journey to Jey’s locker room.

Jey’s POV

“I should have kept my damn mouth shut and not said a word. Now I done got myself in some shit,” I muttered to myself as I laid back on the couch closing my eyes, trying to relax my mind. 

Last night was torture as I laid beside Mia and couldn’t dick her down. That was the point of flying her out so I could spend as much time as I could knee-deep up in dat pussy before this upcoming U.K. tour.

Hearing the door open, I knew it was her but kept my eyes closed as she shuffled around the room.

“Babe, you could have at least picked your stuff up off the floor,” she said as I opened my eyes, my breath hitched in my throat.

 In front of me, Mia was bent over and all I saw was ass, and those sexy plush lips I love to make love to with my mouth covered in blue lace.

She knows blue is one of my favorite colors to see on her and it's a lacy thong...Oh yea, she playin' dirty.

“Damn Mia,” I hissed, sitting up and grabbing her hips. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked casually like her pussy wasn’t drippin’ wet in my face begging me to reach out and claim it.

I fought to maintain control and remember the bet.

 “You fuckin’ know what’s wrong wit me,” I hissed swiftly moving her out of the way.

“What’s wrong Josh,” she said dramatically turning around and looking at me as my dick strained painfully against my tights.

Fuck, I needed relief and quick as she looked at me innocently.

 “Damn, that’s all it took baby?” she whispered as I licked my lips seeing her whole outfit for the show tonight.

 “You know that’s all it takes when it’s you,” I moaned, tempted to touch her as she adjusted her shirt.

“I wanted to surprise you, we’re matching baby,” she said as I grabbed the bottom of her shit pulling her to me. The gasp that fell from her lips as our bodies touched made my dick jump in anticipation.

“I see and I love it, you look so sexy,” I praised as she moaned. “How much do you like it?” She asked caressing my face as I caressed her hips innocently, our lips almost touching as I teasingly changed course, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“What are you doin' Jey?” she asked as her body trembled against mine as I teased her.

Mia’s POV

Fuck, he knew how sensitive I was to his touch, and he thrived on it. The minute he pulled me to him, I wanted to fuck his brains out.  

“I bet you wet as fuck and I ain’t even touched you yet, but I got you, baby. I can calm dat ache you feelin’ Mia," he declared as I tried to calm my breathing.  “You can baby?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Yea, I can baby, and all you gotta do is give in to me,” he whispered against my ear as I shivered against him in anticipation.

I couldn't help but Imagine how good it would feel to give in to him and let him take me. Stay strong Mia, don’t give in.

I continued to struggle to catch my breath as I felt his dick pressed against me, begging to be touched.

“Just touch me, Mia,” he whispered, his words snapping me out of the spell he had me under.

 Nah, you ain’t getting me today, this is war, Mr. Fatu.

 “I can touch you baby, but you need to say I win,” I said as I innocently removed his hand from my waist and slid up against him as he hissed.

 “Shit, you playin' dirty rubbin' all up on me, knowin' I need some help” Jey whispered pointing to his huge bulging erection as I smirked at him.

“I ain’t did nothing, baby,” I said walking away to take a seat on the other couch acting unbothered, but inside I was screaming. The whole interaction was so innocent but so fucking hot at the same time.

“Damn, I need to take a cold shower and calm down,” I heard him mutter as I smirked. “Daddy you ain’t gotta calm down, you can come lose control all in this pussy. She misses you so much,” I purred spreading my legs wide, my blue lace thong on display as Jey growled readjusting himself in his pants.

“I promise you when this is over, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week. I’ma fuck dat pussy so good it’s gon’ cream every single time you think about me,” Jey declared as I shivered at the thought.

“Damn, I can’t wait,” I whispered blowing him a kiss as he stalked into the bathroom as I laughed.

“First rule of war, never underestimate your opponent, Mr. Fatu,” I muttered.

Yea, it won’t be long, by day three it’s a wrap.

----

Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Mia’s POV

Day Two

Day two and I'm losing it, I almost jumped him in the shower this morning. Opening the refrigerator door I sighed. Bless his heart, he is rarely home and his fridge shows it, practically bare.

Heading back upstairs I knew I had to wake him and I hated it because he really needed his rest.

“Jey, we need to get some groceries, I’m hungry and it’s lunchtime babe,” I said walking into the bedroom, a strangled moan escaped my lips as I saw Jey sprawled out on the bed naked with a smile.

It’s a trap Mia, abort mission! Do you hear me, girl?  Abort mission, just say no to the dick.

“Baby, we ain’t gotta go shoppin’ right now. Daddy got yo’ lunch right here,” Jey moaned slowly stoking his dick as I felt my thighs clench.

“Oh, you motherfucka,” I whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What, I was just up here waiting on you to come get yo’ lunch,” Jey groaned never stopping his strokes.

 “I think you trying to trick me,” I countered walking slowly towards him, watching him in wonder as my pussy was getting wetter by the second.

“I ain’t tryin’ to trick you. You can do what you want wit me, I’m yours to use Mia,” Jey moaned as I bite my lip, his knowing smirk rendering me speechless. He was playing dirty, and I loved it.

  “I think you want to sit on Daddy’s dick and ride him real good, don’t you? Come on Mia, Daddy won’t bite, I promise,” he whispered, his strokes deliberate.

Slowly I crawled to him, his hand movements and moans were becoming more urgent, as our eyes remained focused on each other.

“Does it feel good baby?” I purred knowing exactly what I was doing and so did he. This was a battle of the wills and we both were losing.

“Hell yea, but it could feel even better, but you playin’. You know you want dis dick,” Jey whispered against my ear as I felt myself about to explode just from his words as I clenched my thighs tight.

Don’t give in Mia, stay strong you got a point to prove.

“Just hop on Mia and ride Daddy like the good girl you are,” he groaned as I bit back a moan.

“That’s what you want me to do Daddy?” I purred as our eyes met again. “Hell yea, just ride dat shit like only you can,” he moaned as I placed my hand over his, helping him, knowing he was close to his end.

“Mmhm, fuck yea, help me out,” he panted, his eyes now closed in pleasure.

 In a last-ditch effort, I decided to shoot my shot to end this game.  “Mmm, give in Jey…Please Daddy,” I moaned against his ear, as an animalistic growl fell from his lips.

Quickly I found myself on my back as Jey kneeled between my legs, rubbing his dick against my clit. The sensation was so strong I almost came from the excitement.

"Jey, please, just give in'" I whimpered wanting him to sink inside me as far as he could.

“Mmhm,you feel dat shit don't you? It’s all for you, just say I win, and I’ll make you nut so good, I promise,” Jey moaned as I whimpered in need.

“You know what you need to do then? Just tell me that I win and just slide right in baby. She’s so wet and misses you,” I groaned feeling him close to his breaking point.

“Fuck! Mmm, not yet…Unless you givin’ in,” he taunted, continuing his torture of us both. My body was betraying my mind as he took pleasure in my sweet torture as his dick masterfully played with my clit.

“You gon’ give in to me Mia, one way or another, now cum, Jey groaned as I fell apart underneath him.

“Yea, dats it, this my pussy and don’t you forget it. I love how she cum when Daddy tell her too,” he declared as he joined me on the trip of absolute pleasure.

“This is not fair Josh; just quit,” I whimpered still feeling the ripples of my orgasm as Jey smirked at me.

“Damn, that was a first for us. That shit was hot as hell, I’m having fun now,” Jey said winking at me as he walked into the bathroom.

Damn, he’s good," I muttered relaxing on the bed. Lord, it’s only day two. Mia, you can do this, hang on in there.

Rule number two in war.. Never….Ever.. Underestimate your opponent.

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Jey’s House

Atlanta, GA

Jey’s POV

Day Three

Day three and I’m horny, paranoid, and hearing Mia moans in my damn sleep. The sexiest moan ever known to man, I swear this game is bout to be over. I can’t take much more of this shit.

 I felt Mia moving beside me as the bed slightly rocked “Jey, you feel so good” I heard her moan, my eyes snapped open as I turned to look at her.

It wasn’t a dream, it was cruel and unusual punishment up in this motherfucka as I watched her perfect body writhing beside me as she chased her orgasm.

Mia was blissfully unaware that I was awake, her eyes closed as she pleasured herself.

Hearing a slight buzzing noise, I realized she was using her rose, I had surprised her with it when she got here the other day and we hadn't had a chance to use it.  

“Mmm, baby right there,” Mia moaned as I growled beside her as she opened her eyes, looking shyly at me as I caressed her face.

 “Yeaa, it feels good don’t it?” I moaned as she nodded unable to speak. “Good, don’t you fuckin’ stop either, keep goin’. You gon’ soak this fuckin’ bed do you hear me?” I declared as she whimpered beside me.  

“Yea, Daddy’s up now, and he wants to watch. You so beautiful,” I whispered as she gasped in pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy, anything you want,” she moaned, moving her hips against her toy as it took her to new heights.

I could hear the wetness, licking my lips I knew I was moments away from losing it. I knew the question I wanted to ask would be my breaking point, but I had to know.

“Mia, is that toy makin’ my pussy cum as good as I can?” I whispered honestly curious.

“Mmm, It’s close, but nothing like you!” she exclaimed as the sounds on the little rose-shaped toy intensified. She had turned up the speed, fuck, that's it, game over.

 I had to have her as I saw her hand trembling trying to hold the toy in place. Crawling between her legs, I moved her hand and took control.

“Jey! Wait, oh my God, baby!” She screamed as I held it over her clit, excited to witness what was about to happen.

“Yeaaa, Jey's here now baby, enjoy yo’self. You deserve it,” I praised as I watched in pleasure how her body was responding.

The sounds of the toy drowning in her wetness clouded not only my thoughts but my vision.

 leaning down, I claimed her lips in a kiss catching her off guard as she gasped in pleasure. “You win baby,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips in satisfaction as I slid into my home.

That was what she was to me, home. “We both win baby,” she gasped. "Damn right, we do,” I declared as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me closer to her.

Pressed tightly against her, I began to thrust long and deep with one hand still masterfully placed on the rose, as her body trembled with need as I reclaimed her.

Mia’s POV

I have never felt more on edge, and alive in this moment as I began grinding my hips against Jey and the rose, feeling a huge release approaching.

“I got you, Mia, let it go. Let it all go for Daddy,” Jey encouraged as he began sucking greedily on my neck. His thrusts going deeper and harder each time, setting my body on fire.

“Jey! I…I.. Fuck! I love you!” I exclaimed as my orgasm took over “I love you too, yea,dats it, Mia. Gush all on dat dick. Fuck you feel so good,” Jey moaned biting my neck as I continued to fall apart in his arms.

“It’s just for you,” I whimpered as he grasped my neck, snaking his tongue around my lips before taking me in a possessive kiss.

The rose long forgotten as he tossed it off the bed, his long deep strokes sending me into another orgasm.

“Fuck! You are such a good girl, damn.  Just squirtin' for Daddy and he didn't even have to ask you too,” Jey praised as my essence soaked the sheets. 

His grip slightly tightening around my neck as his thrusts become even more powerful. “Baby! Mmhm baby!" I shrieked as he smirked against my lips.

 I felt him become even harder as his thrusts became more wild.

“Yea, you feel dat shit don’t you?.. Uh-huh, you got my shit all rocked up and hard as fuck. Now make me cum Mia,” Jey challenged as he skillfully rolled us over with me now on top.

Oh! Fuck! Yes!,” I exclaimed at the new position and angle as I began riding his dick hard.

Happy about the new mission he gave me, I planted my feet on the bed and put my good knees to work as I rode his dick my hands planted on his stomach for leverage.

“Damn, you got them good knees, fuck! You betta do dat shit,” Jey praised as my pussy clenched around him as I bounced with wild abandon enjoying the powerful ride myself.

Jey’s growls and moans made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

“Shit, you ridin’ dat dick, Yea, show me how you love dat shit,” Jey said slapping me on the ass now meeting my thrusts.

Leaning over, now on my knees riding him, I grasped his neck gently kissing him before moving my kisses to his neck.

A powerful moan escaped his lips as I felt his arms pulling me close.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” I whispered nibbling on his ear as Jey moaned grabbing my face as our passion-filled eyes met.

Our pleasure reached even newer heights as we breathed and moved in sync. “I love you, Mia," he declared, reclaiming my lips as we both came together in ecstasy.

I love you too Jey,” I whimpered against his mouth as we rode the wave together, totally spent as I collapsed beside him in exhaustion as he held me close.

“Damn, you won girl,” he said as I laughed. “Nah, we both won,” I reassured him as I kissed him. “These last three days been torture,” he sighed as I nodded in agreement.  

“You gotta admit it was kinda fun,” I said as he laughed “Yea, it was, but you play dirty,” Jey said as I rolled my eyes at him. “So do you, so we’re even,” I said as we shared a chaste kiss on the lips.

“What’s wrong with you? I asked almost anxious to know what devious plan was cooking in his head as I saw the smirk on his face.

“Just know when we get this nap in I got some unfinished business to handle,” he said caressing my pussy as I gasped in pleasure. “Jey, seriously you play too much,” I whined as he smirked.

"Oh, yea, I ain't forgot, I’ma demolish dat pussy and yo’ ass ain’t gone be able to walk for a week so get ready,” Jey declared as I gulped.

He was gon’ make it hurt so good and I can’t wait.

The end

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clo i need to know your thoughts on cal, johnny and benny all falling for the same, sweet local girl! <3 love ya xoxo

suse how could you do this to me :( currently trying not to scream cry and throw up in the coffee shop :( this somehow turned into jealous!danny? dunno how! kinda long, so ya gotta read more xo

benny says your name like it's this sacred thing and danny knows he's in for a treat. the sun grows weary as she dips beneath the tree line, but danny is unyielding; bony forearms braced on the tops of his thighs, microphone edging just a bit closer to his pondering interviewee. benny blows a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, watching as it mingles with the cotton candy clouds and it's hard, danny thinks, to be around benny because everything he does is so damn picturesque. he's filled more than three rolls of film with just benny and yeah, he's gotta be mindful because film isn't cheap and he's broke but there's something about the way benny looks; leather cut laying just so over his shirtless form, white levis baggy from age, speckled with either dirt or blood, he doesn't know, and he's just so cool that it's impossible to resist. danny snaps a quick picture, scolds himself as the ticker tells him he's got four shots left, then turns his chin to watch as benny plucks the near-extinguished cigarette from between his teeth, flicking it into the grass. "what'dya wanna know about her?" "well," danny shifts in the creaky lawnchair, "y'know, i've talked to the guys and they, uh, they say she's the best thing that's happened to the club. girls are sayin' it too, n'not just cus she made you nasty bastards start washing your hands." benny is chuckling, pillowy lips damp from the swipe of his tongue. "so what is it about her?" danny asks then waits and waits and waits as benny sits, per usual, in silence. and, okay, maybe this isn't going as well as danny hoped and now he's scrambling, throwing haphazard sentences around his brain, but then benny is speaking and holy shit he's speaking. danny has never heard him say more than fifteen words but now he's a leaky faucet "she's good - everythin' about her - doesn't have a mean bone in her body, y'know? gave all've us a chance, gave me a chance." benny shakes his head as though he still can't believe it then stops, turning his head at the faint sound of the screendoor closing and there you are in a pair of cutoff overalls, hair pulled back with a crocheted bandana and danny can see it, the whole angelic thing. you pay neither of them any mind, tending instead to the flowers 'round the porch. your little yellow watering can is cute and danny can see the fondness constricting the base of benny's throat. "think m'biased." benny says, turning back to face danny. "but 've said it once and i'll say it till they throw me in the ground: she's heaven sent. an' i hope imma good enough man to see her again when i get where i'm goin'." danny leaves with a rekindled belief in love and hopes that maybe one day he’ll be lucky enough to be loved the way benny is.

it's been three weeks since benny's interview and danny can't help but notice things. he carries this leather notebook around - jotting down names and places and tape numbers - but the page he keeps coming back to is one he scribbled across a few days ago. the thing about benny's girl is that she isn't just benny's girl. he's circled it three times for good measure because benny's girl doesn't just belong to benny - sure, maybe in the ways it matters - but every single soul adores her; lights up when she walks in and it sure is a sight to see fifty or so bikers grinning and stumbling over their own feet for this girl who looks like she couldn't harm a fuckin' fly. if she had a male equivalent danny reckons it would be cal. cal with a personality as warm as fire, who talks to everyone, and cracks jokes, and is unabashedly himself. but cal has a temper and it shows during a run to akron. danny is interviewing zipco when he hears the commotion then suddenly everyone is stampeding toward two swinging figures and he knows this is where he steps back. it's a full-on brawl now and zipco sure as shit wasn't going to stay and yap while there was chaos amuck, so danny plops down, lights a cigarette and waits. "s'guy called her a bitch," cal says and danny almost jumps out of his fuckin' skin. where did the sun go? he scrambles to a sitting position, wiping drool from the corner of his mouth and smacking the record button on his cassette recorder. "what?" "some fuckin' prick called her a bitch." cal's got a handful of ice cubes pressed to his busted jaw and because the man knows no personal space a bloody mix has dripped onto danny's pant leg. "her?" danny's not following but the beat up boy tips his head and danny should've known. it's you. of course it's you. "not gonna let nobody talk to her like that. i don't take too kindly for no one talkin' ill to a lady, but 'specially her. s'the most fucked up shit you can do." that's when danny realizes that cal has it too. it's the same look benny had when you came out of the house - that dumb, lovesick gaze - but cal's is laced with longing and danny actually feels bad for him. "she sure is something." he says, testing the waters. he's out of cigarettes so his nimble fingers pluck a handful of grass from beside his boot. "sure is." cal takes a seat, reaching behind danny to grab the jug of strong-smelling alcohol. "never met anyone like 'er. been everywhere; hell to fuckin' Houston, never met a girl like her before." he takes a deep swig, grimaces, then swallows. "benny sure is lucky, ain't he?" danny says, peering under his lashes at the golden-haired boy and he laughs. "we're all lucky. she's the sweetest of the sunflowers, man. she's like the fuckin' sun. least she is to me - to us." poor bastard, danny thinks. poor infatuated bastard.

"where ya gonna be sittin', baby?" "with johnny." "good girl, c'mere gimmie a kiss." danny's at the bar nursing a beer and a hangover and probably a concussion and you know what? this kinda talk doesn't phase him anymore. he's used to it by now; sure he doesn't know the rules, but it's none of his business anyway and in his four months with the club he's learned, above all else, that bikers are fuckin' weird. still danny finds you, watches as benny grabs your chin bringing you up up up onto your tiptoes before planting delicate kisses onto your giggling mouth. "you go see 'em." it's a whisper and danny's not trying to eavesdrop but he finds himself leaning closer. "looks like he needs some cheerin' up." and maybe danny is still invested because he turns, following you as you float over to johnny's table where he's hunched over an intimidating stack of papers. you say something, but your sweet voice is too quiet over the racket and danny cares so he stands, goes over to the pinball machine, but doesn't turn it on. "hi, pretty." johnny reaches over, takes your hand, tugs you closer and you giggle, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders and this is different. none of the other guys put their hands on you - just benny, just benny because he's yours and you're his but johnny does it so naturally danny knows he's done it before. "what's goin' on, old man?" your voice drips nothing but affection and johnny smiles around his cigarette and launches into club dues and the upcoming springfield run and the dwindling bail fund and danny starts losing interest; his feet are going numb and there's only so much longer he can stand there pretending to fucking play pinball before someone catches on but then you're on johnny's lap and yeah this never happens. danny has seen benny beat the dog shit out of a guy for even suggesting that you sit next to him but now here you are, balanced on one of johnny's broad thighs, spinning his wedding band around and around his finger and benny sees, fucking smiles at the sight, and drops his head, lining up his next shot at the pool table. danny realizes you're talking and running your hand up and down johnny's arm as you validate his feelings and strategize fundraising plans and promise to bake some of your infamous strawberry shortcake bites. johnny's promised hand lays so delicately upon your cheek danny thinks he may kiss you but thank fuck he doesn't because danny'd surely blow his cover and a load in his pants because, okay, yeah, he gets it. knows now why everyone loves you, has started to catch feelings of his own but he's not johnny or benny and he'll never be able to touch you the way he wants so he guesses he'll join the ranks with cal as just another distant admirer. just another love struck bastard.

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part one

conniexreader, sexual content, cursing, drinking, smoking, black!reader, aave usage, shit talking, short part, sexual references.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

part two here ⇨

it was another dumbass party. and you wasn’t really tryna show out like that, but you enjoyed yourself while the party was still alive. the music was loud, and it had the same smell from every party you went to.

you licked your lips, giggling at the guys that surrounded you and mikasa, sasha being with her own boyfriend. “so where you from, ma?” one of them spoke. you shrugged. “i forgot.” you mumbled before taking a long drag of the blunt in between your long nails. you adjusted the crop top that went to your outfit as the guys laughed at your purposely unfunny joke.

what a bunch of chasin ass niggas.

from the kitchen, was connie, measuring grams of weed as ony rolled them up, now and then passing them to someone that paid. “aye ony.”

ony hummed, glancing at connie. “wassup?”

“who that girl is over there? wit’ the green skirt and white heels.” connie glanced over to you as you laughed with the desperate guys that lingered around you.

“what? oh, that’s that y/n girl everybody be talkin bout.” ony mumbled, softly dabbing his tongue against the blunt. connie took a second to look back down at what he was measuring before glancing back over to you, sliding ony a few grams. “what they be sayin’?”

“ion know but everybody like her. every nigga like her, and she only friends wit’ bad bitches. that’s what i heard. matter fact, that’s mikasa and sasha home girl.” he said, looking at connie for a second.

“why, nigga you want her or sumn?” he chuckled. connie smacked his lips and frowned. “hell naw.”

“what, she ugly?” he tilted his head at connie. connie looked back over at you. “hell naw.”

your eyes averted from mikasa who sat across from you, to the kitchen, seeing someone stare at you. he didn’t look away until a few seconds after. “mika, who dat?” you pointed with a slight squint. mikasa moved one of the guys out of her way to take a look in the kitchen. “you talmout connie? the one in the grey? that’s ony homeboy.” she said.

you hummed before standing up and brushing your long hair off of your shoulder. “where you goin, girl?” one of the guys spoke. you glanced back. “ion got time for you niggas. all y’all do is beg to fuck.” you mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.

“you ony, right?” you pointed at the darkskin that was rolling up. ony slowly nodded. “and you y/n. my homeboy was just askin’ bout you.” he tilted his head over to connie. you could see connie look at him with an annoyed expression.

“how many more people you rolling up for?” you raised your eyebrows, hopping and sitting on one of the stools. ony glanced around. “shit, ion know. prolly bout… five? why, you wanna hit?” ony chuckled. “i want a sample.” you mumbled, tapping the marble counter. ony hummed. “my bad, gang, but we don’t give out samples over here.”

“here.” connie spoke, removing the blunt from his mouth and giving it to you. you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply before exhaling after a second. you hummed. “this good.”

“and you ain’t cough? damn.” ony laughed before giving another person their blunt. “i’m used to this typa stuff, sir.” you nudged his head with one of your fingers. you gave connie his blunt back before putting yours out on the sink that was connected to the island counter.

“you ain’t gon finish that?” ony frowned, glancing at you.

“no, that shit weak.” you muttered before hopping off the stool. you stood and leaned on the counter. “and you connie.” you pointed at connie, who slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “everybody know the name.” he mumbled, putting his blunt out in a nearby ashtray.

“i been hearing of you, but i ain’t ever seen you before.” you smiled a little. connie hummed. “you too.” he said while his eyes trailed your body.

you looked him up and down before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away. “i’ll see y’all later.” you hold up a peace sign.

connie’s gaze averted down to your highly visible ass before he huffed. “ony, ian gon lie… i’d tap that shit.” he whispered while shaking his head. ony started to laugh before slowly nodding. “right, like she gon let you hit.”

~

it was no less than an hour later, than you were bent over a vanity, gripping desperately on anything you had access too. “f-fuck..” you moaned softly, feeling connie’s deep and harsh thrusts inside of you, stretching you out every second, but pleasuring you with the deep feeling.

“damn you pretty. been wanting to do this shit from the moment i seen yo ass.” connie mumbled lowly, watching you struggle to say anything back with a bold smirk on his face. your legs struggled to hold your body up. “ouu… fuck… i really don’t like you…” you whined, biting your lip and throwing your head back as his right hand held your neck and his left hand gripped your waist.

connie groaned, eyebrows furrowing a little. “mm.. i know you like me, mama.” he whispered before you both came to a climax, making you an uncontrollable moaning mess. your legs shook and you felt a warm liquid drip down your leg. connie pulled out, grabbing a napkin from the dresser and leaning both of you up.

after a few seconds, you slowly fixed yourself, readjusting your thong before turning around.

connie fixed his pants and threw the napkins away. “so that’s what everybody been talmout. i ain’t surprised.” he chuckled a little before looking you up and down. “i could prolly get used to you.”

you squinted at him. “naw, that ain’t what everybody been talkin bout cus i don’t let everybody hit. im not no hoe, conner. t’fuck?” you scoffed and shook your head.

connie raised his eyebrows. “and my name ain’t conner, ma. it’s connie. con-nie.” he said, getting in your face and nudging your head a little. you rolled your eyes, laughing a little before walking towards the door.

“aye, you gon let me… y’know.” connie rested his eyes while tilting his head at you, sitting back on the guests bed.

you looked back at him for a minute. “bye connie.” you waved him off.

what u think? p2? p10? idkkkk.

[thebearer]

Carmen and reader love watching movies together but Carmen sneakily decided to finish a movie that they were watching the night before while the reader was out doing an errand and when she comes back, he accidently spoils her on something that happens in the movie, later on in the day, like lunchtime or something.

i'm tweaking this a little to fit my own selfish niche which is bravo lmao. picturing him watching the reunion without you? there would be blood shed.

"Did you watch the reunion yet?" Natalie's eyes lit up when they met yours across the table. She was so happy Carmen met you, but she had never been more thankful than when she found out you were a fellow Bravoholic.

"No," You shake your head. "Carm worked late the other night, and I told him I'd wait for him but he's been so busy." Your voice dropped, looking around to make sure he hadn't snuck in yet.

Sugar snorted lightly. "You're telling me." She nodded in agreement. "I told him to quit working so much, that the rest of us are capable of handling things, but you know how he is."

"How who is?" Richie turned the corner, holding a pan of rolls for family dinner.

"Carm." Sugar rolled her eyes.

"Oh, how he's a fuckin' lunatic?" Richie said loudly, looking to make sure Carmen heard him.

"Can you hurry up? This shit's burnin' me." Carmen huffed, moving around Richie to drop the tray on the table.

"See?" Richie looked at you with a grin.

"See what? What?" Carmen grumbled, looking over at you. "What's he sayin'?"

"Nothing," You shook your head gently. "We were just talking about how we didn't get to watch the reunion because you've been busy."

"Oh," Carmen nodded, his face falling into a neutrality that had you curious.

"Yeah, cousin, you can't even go watch your prissy TV show anymore, huh? What's what tell you then? That you're workin' too damn hard."

"Shut up," Carmen snapped.

"Yeah, Carmen, it's getting bad." Natalie chimed in. "You missed the best reunion they've had on that entire show-"

"-Gimme a fuckin' break." Carmen scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It was the same shit it always was. They didn't even talk about the-" Carmen stopped himself, refusing to look at you, but he could feel your glare on him. Shocked and furious, the room fell into snickering and mocking "ooh's", and for a moment, Carmen felt he was in elementary school again, when a kid would get told off by the teacher.

"Oh shit!" Richie snickered.

"You watched it without me?" You sneered, glaring at him.

"I-I, I mean, I was-I-" Carmen stammered, cheeks heating in embarrassment. How could he tell you that he meant to wait, he did, but he put it on to order produce. He was just going to watch the beginning, not the entirety, but one thing lead to the other...

"So you can't come home to watch it with me, but you can watch it in your free time?" Your lips twisted in fury. "When I told you I would wait to watch it with you, and you didn't-"

"-Alright, can we- can we not do this here?" Carmen muttered, looking around at the eyes, all amused and watching the two of you like their own Bravo show.

You let Carmen pull you into his office, ignoring the cacklings from the others when he shut the door. "I-I'm sorry." Carmen said, his hands on your arms gently. "I didn't mean to, I swear to God, I didn't mean to watch it all."

"Who'd you watch it with?" Your eyes narrowed. "Some other bitch-"

Carmen rolled his eyes, scoffing at you. "Yeah, Fak." He chided sarcastically. "No, it wasn't- I was just orderin' produce and I put it on for background noise. I didn't-I wasn't even thinking, and then I watched it all, and-and I was gonna come home early tonight so we can watch it because I felt bad about it."

You looked at him, brows still creased, still furious, but you could feel yourself relenting, giving in to him. "Fine." You grumbled. "But you're making it up to me. My feelings are hurt. I can't believe you watched it without me."

"I know, I'm sorry." Carmen nodded, his palms sweaty with guilt, he hoped you couldn't feel them. He did feel bad. "I'll make it up to you."

"You better." You glared at him lightly. "And you've gotta manage your time better. You can't be here all the time, Carmen." Your expression softened. "I miss you, and I never see you anymore."

Carmen's shoulders fell, nodding slowly, pulling you into him. "I know, I- fuck- I know. I'll do better. I've just been so fuckin' stressed."

"I know you have." You hummed, letting your arms circle around him. He held you like that for a moment, lips catching yours in a slow, soft kiss before pulling back.

"You better not spoil one single thing, Berzatto." You glared at him, pointing a finger towards him.

[stevesharrlngtons]

a family affair.

tangerine x reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: there is an interloper in tan’s family and he doesn’t like it one bit.

or: tan really hates change.

an: as i said, in my atj era and couldn’t help wanting to write a lil something for tan (as that’s all the fanfic ive been reading lately lol) enjoy!

“All is well, my love,” you murmured comfort to Tan as your eyes roamed the plastic plated pub menu in front of you. 

His fingers had been playing an angry tune on your waist for fifteen minutes, the solid gold of his rings battering your skin in a way that had started to smarten. He expelled ragged exhales through his nose every few moments, and with all his fidgeting next to you, you weren’t confident about the headspace he was in.

“I know that,” Tan replied in a cold clipped tone.

“Really? Because I can hear you grinding your teeth from here. Keep that up and when they get here, you’ll open your mouth to say hello and powder will puff out.” 

“I won’t be sayin’ fuckin’ hello to ‘er.” 

Your brow ticked and you took your eyes off the menu to turn to him, “you will absolutely be saying hello, and you will absolutely make conversation. We talked about this.” 

“I know we talked about this,” he seethed and crouched low to your ear to say, “but I told ya then and I’ll tell ya now, I don’t got a best behavior.” 

His free arm extended across the table as he shook the linked bracelet he wore back down on his wrist, his biceps flexing to test the already tired seams of his navy button down. The tension pulsing through him was palpable, you could sense his wound muscles and hear their screaming aches.

“Well, you better find one,” you said with a shrug, then returned your gaze to the tri-fold pages in front of you. The loud peeling the pages made as you pulled them apart effectively silence your boyfriend’s anxious knuckle cracking while his eyes burned into your profile. No matter how edge he was, you refused to give into his griping to ditch out on the evening and head home.

This evening at the pub was a night of much contention for Tan, and one he had hemmed and hawed about all week. He pulled out all the stops to get out of tonight, but to no avail. No “forgotten plans” or “last minute jobs” or “I just want to have a night in, just the two of us, love”’s would get him out of this, and deep down, you knew he knew that, too. Because tonight was for his brother, and he would do anything for him. Even this. Sometimes, he just needed a little reminding.

“I don’t bloody understand-“ you cut him off before he could continue.

“Because Lemon was extremely accepting of me, almost more so than you in the beginning may I add,” Tan’s grumbling continued, “so we are doing the same for him. He is your brother and you love him.” 

His mustache twitched with discontent and you rolled your eyes. 

“If she sucks, then we can talk shit about her all the way home, OK? But until then? She’s innocent until proven otherwise, and we’re giving her a chance.” 

“Not wise to quote the legal system to me, love. If ya know one thing ‘bout me, it should be that I don’t give a rat's arse about that.” 

“Well it’s not wise to be snippy with me, because it seems I am the only one holding this meeting together.” 

You stood after your retort, Tan’s hand that had been resting on your waist fell to his lap. His face soured further at the action. 

“Now excuse me while I go to the bar to order us a round. You keep scaring off all the waiters and we need to look friendly and warm when they get here. Beer and appetizers are how we are doing that.”

“Warm,” he scoffed, “I ain’t fuckin’ warm, darlin’.” 

“Well,” you leaned back toward him and pressed a chaste kiss to his temple “you are for me.” 

He blew out an unconvinced breath through his nose (but didn’t disagree) that left you laughing. You turned to make your way toward the bar before Tan stopped you. 

“Just sy’know, if that bartender looks at your ass like he did when we were comin’ in? I’m takin’ his eyes out with a fuckin’ melon baller.” 

“Best behavior, remember?” you sing-songed and walked away before he could respond. Though, you knew that his retort was no doubt a string of expletives. 

After a good natured conversation with the bartender, whose flirty banter you were glad Tan could not overhear, you armed yourself with your purchased supplies and headed back toward the booth. With four glasses and a pitcher of lager held strategically in your hands, you were so focused on not letting anything slip from your grip, that you almost didn’t notice that your table had grown by two. 

“Well look who's playin’ barmaid tonight,” Lemon exclaimed as he noticed you nearing the table. 

He stood from his seat immediately to come to your aid, something you thanked him for profusely. He waved you off with a smile and placed his cheek to yours in greeting. You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing a new aftershave, one that smelled similar to his brother’s, and that his face was clean shaven. 

Once you two parted and had divided up the glasses and beer, you finally had a chance to peek at the evening's guest of honor. 

“You must be the girlfriend,” you said cheerily, extending your hand, “I’ve heard so much about you.” 

Pin straight black hair acted as a curtain to reveal a pair of thick glasses and brown eyes as Lemon’s girlfriend turned to you. Her face was expressionless, bare of any makeup and smooth of any distinguishing emotional wrinkles. The turtleneck sweater she wore, thick and wool,  was a deep purple and rose to the bottom of her jaw. Her gaze flicked over your form and then landed on your awaiting right hand. 

“Likewise.” her tone was flat and disinterested, her handshake just the same. 

Without even looking at Tan, you knew that the tips of his ears were turning red and his nostrils were flaring at the perceived slight made against you by this new woman. Respect was everything to him, and when not given to him, or worse, you? His blood began to boil. 

“Rebecca this is (Y/N), and (Y/N) this is Rebecca.” Lemon introduced. 

You looked back toward him once you had released Rebecca’s hand, the grin he offered was cheek splitting in its size. Your heart squeezed at his clear happiness. Only if his brother felt the same way.

“Well, it’s so awesome to finally meet you,” your tone was sweet and Rebecca’s face was disillusioned by your friendliness.

“Yeah, so awesome,” she barely controlled the eye roll you knew she was itching to complete.

You made your way to Tan’s side of the booth, who practically manhandled you back into the seat next to him, his arm lasoing you to his side. His large palm squeezed your hip tight in silent communication. One to say “I was right about this crazy bitch, and I’m going to lose my bloody mind”

You gently placed your hand over his and extended up to place a soft kiss to his jaw, your silent reply of “I’m right here. It’s ok, we’ve got this”

Tan only wished he could believe you. 

His eye had begun to twitch seven minutes after Lemon and she arrived. The tension in his shoulders had reached a peak of almost unbearable pain and he swore he was about to crack a molar or burst a leak in his tongue by how hard his jaw was clenched.

The woman who accompanied Lemon tonight (yes, he was refusing to say the harpy’s name) was quite possibly the most vile and unpleasant woman he had ever met. That was certainly saying something too, as he was a contract killer and killed vile men and women on the daily. But this woman? The one Lemon was looking at with stars in his eyes? Somehow topped them all. 

Pompous, arrogant, self righteous and shrill. He'd known her all of thirty minutes and he could already tell she was a pretentious martyr. Quite frankly, he thought she was a cunt. 

And the worst part? The part that was really sending his anger into orbit? That both his brother and his girlfriend didn’t seem to notice. Well, Lemon didn’t seem to notice, you just didn’t seem to care. 

You were a people person, you liked to talk to strangers on the subway, to census takers at the door and doctors office receptionists on the phone; you liked to make people smile, make them happy. You could also schmooze. You could say exactly what someone wanted to hear and pin the inner workings of people psyches and youtheir sore spots in the blink of an eye. While Tan needed to be in physical control, the looming threatening force in every room, you were happy to sidle up next to him and find out what made people tick. You were polar opposites and the perfect team. You were the sweet to his salty (and yes, he knew there was a joke about his namesake in there somewhere…) and the tamer of the wildfire that swarmed in his stomach.

Even as a sunny extrovert, you had your tells for when discomfort and nervous energy would start to creep in. And Tan? He knew every fucking one. 

Your smile would grow just a little too wide, a hair toward painful and not so cheerful. You would start to nod in long intervals that would weigh on the side of awkward. You’d tap your fingernails together like Dolly Parton and trace the scar on your pinky that you got when you were eight, the repetition soothing to you.

And now, while Rebecca droned on about United Kingdom policy reform or… whatever drivel she was talking about, Tan could see all your tells in full swing.

And yet? You continued to engage the spider in friendly conversation while Lemon continued to giggle like a schoolgirl at her rubbish responses. She was lucky she hadn’t said anything outwardly offensive to either his brother or his love, because truly, Tangerine had no problem with putting a bullet between her eyes and every other patron in the bar so there were no witnesses of his execution of this terrible double date. 

He knew you wouldn’t be happy about that, and Lemon decidedly less so, but you’d both get over it. You would place your hands on your hips and sigh (the way you always do when he got a little too murder-y outside of working hours) but Tan would grovel so nicely for you, kiss you tenderly and whisper sweet nothings in your ear and then happily do the same between your legs. And Lemon? He’d buy him a Guinness in a few days and ring his favorite call girl from London and things would be peachy once again for the three of you. 

The three of you, his mind emphasized, just the way he liked it. 

“Oi, mate,” Lemon said and he tipped his chin up toward his brother, effectively breaking Tan from his thoughts “did ya hear me? I said Becca went to Oxford and MIT in the states. She was at Oxford the same time we were in the area ‘bout five years ago, you ‘member that? What are the odds?” 

Yes, Tan did remember. They were in Oxford to kill some geezer scientist who swore he had struck up an invention to turn water into gasoline. He and Lemon got a pretty penny for that job. 

“Bloody rivetin’, it is,” Tan replied, sarcasm oozing out of his mouth. 

“It’s like we really have been just one step apart our whole lives, aint it?” Lemon nudges Rebecca with his shoulder, which rocked her slightly in her seat. Her expression stayed stagnant. 

Tangerine swallowed a long pull of beer before he replied, “Truly unfortunate you crossed paths now then, ‘innit? Could’a kept up the game of being strangers a while longer. Hell, maybe forever.” 

Lemon’s eyes widen and Tan can tell it’s taking effort for his brother to not let his smile slip. He was feeling the four large beers he had consumed while suffering through the night. His composure and any hint of “best behavior” he’d had, had begun to slip away and fast. Combine that with your shared discomfort over this spider? He was ready to escalate this evening to deadly levels. 

Until your soft hand crossed over Tan’s chest and rested on his left shoulder, your cheek moving to rest on his right. The reminder of your presence gave his fury pause, and when your lithe fingers broke the barrier of his unbuttoned shirt to dance across the skin of his collar bone he felt his racing heart slow. 

With one simple touch, you proved you knew his own tells, too.

“Well, I may not be a ballet prodigy like this one,” you gestured to Rebecca, “but I have been watching people dance all night and I want to go join them.” 

Ballet prodigy? When had the table learned that? Fucking hell, maybe he was drunker than he thought. 

“What do you think, honey?” 

Lemon responded before Tan had the chance.

“Yeah, y’know what? I think that would do us all some good,” he inhaled a deep breath through his nose, before he stood and pulled out Rebecca’s chair for her. 

“Bar dancing. How very Footloose,” Rebecca drawls and took Lemon’s hand he was offering you. 

“Oh bloody fuckin’ hell,” Tan shook his head with a scoff. 

“OK, let’s go,” you huffed and hauled Tan up by his arm.

He left the booth without a fight and let himself be maneuvered through the sea of dancing pub patrons and drunken social groups. His head was on a swivel in an effort to keep his brother in his sights, but his bleach blonde mop soon was lost in the sea of people, likely what you were striving for. Soon, a gap appeared on the dance floor for the two of you to take residence in.

“Well, that was a god damned shit show, wasn’t it?” Tan said as his hands quickly found your waist and pulled you to his chest, “don’t wanna to say I told ya so, but…” 

He pursed his lips smugly and you chuffed a laugh. 

“You’re such a dick." 

“Imma dick? Really? After we just sat with Margret fuckin’ cunty Thatcher for an hour?”

A boisterous laugh left you this time, an Tan felt his chest puff in pride at the sound.

“Y’know what? Two. Two I told ya so’s for tonight. For the best behavior bollocks, and the fact that that woman is in fact, a complete fuckin’ bitch.” 

“Oh, she’s not that bad. She’s definitely a bitch and a bit cold, but she’s not horrible.”

Tan pulled you even closer as you both swayed gently to the old folk song that played from the jukebox. His eyebrows raised incredulously and his mustache shuffled under his nose. 

“On a scale from not that bad to the fuckin’ spawn of satan, I’d say she’s broken the meter, love.” 

“I thought you said it was a scale, not a meter?” 

“Of fuck off, don’t get smart with me.” 

You grinned, but began to relent, “OK, so she’s not the most,” you floundered for a word for a moment, “pleasant, but not everyone can be! There has to be sucky people so the best people can stick out.” 

“Sucky? You’re going with sucky to describe the hag now?” his tone was baffled. 

“You already called her a cunt. I didn’t feel it was necessary to repeat. She’s bad, but not a cunt times two.” 

It was Tan’s turn to laugh, “You’re too sweet for your own good, ya know that?”

You made a sound in disagreement. 

“Not too sweet, just trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’s bad with new people? Fuck, maybe her only coping mechinism is superme levels of bitch, who knows.” 

“I thought you were an expert on figuring out why people are the way they are?”

“Well, she’s a tough bitch to crack. I’ll get her, though. Eventually.”

A grin continued to stretch on Tan’s lips as he looked down at you, his hands still on your waist and your hands gently cupped the nape of his neck. 

“But really, I wanted Lem to see us giving her a chance, alright? I wanted him to know we are giving her a fair shot, just like he gave us.” 

“Wrong. Lemon loved ya the moment he met ya because you are fuckin’ wonderful darlin’, and he isn’t blind so he knew it. His little creature is nothing of the sort,” Tan shot back quickly. 

He wouldn’t let you even entertain the idea that you and her were similar. Tan wasn’t even sure you two were born on the same planet.

“Still, she deserved a fair chance. I didn’t want him to think that you were going to go all sterile soldier on him and reject her before we even got to know her.” 

Tan rolled his eyes at the nickname. It had been given by Lemon the very first time his brother realized how adverse he was to emotions and change. You weren’t lying when you said that Lemon had been more welcoming than Tan had been in the beginning of your relationship. He didn’t like change. He liked things the way they were: him and Lemon, the way it was supposed to always be. Meeting you? That fucked everything up. You were the gorgeous cog in the carefully organized assembly that was his life. It took him longer than he cared to remember, or admit, to realize that maybe he liked his life a hell’uve a lot better with an intruder like you in it. You were what his well oiled machine was missing. 

“It ain’t that, love,” he replied and pulled you closer. His chin went to rest on the crown of your head and he inhaled your floral shampoo.

“Maybe it was a little, though?” you asked against the skin of his throat, and Tan didn’t have to respond for you to know the answer. 

Of course it was that. Rebecca being a slag only worked to solidify her as public enemy number one, but she had secured that placement before Tangerine even knew her name. She had the ability to cause a rift in his life- the ability to take his brother and the comfort Tan found in him- and he just couldn’t have that. 

“You know how I am,” was all he said in return, and you did know. 

“I do… which is why I am proud of you, baby,” you pulled away enough to meet his gaze, “because four years ago, you wouldn’t have even entertained this night. But look at you now.” 

Your smile thawed him further, though the compliment made him feel awkward. 

“So what? Ya sayin’ you fixed me?” 

“Nah,” you moved your hands to frame his cheeks, “just shaped you up a little.” 

Tan shook his head at your words and did his best to not be charmed by them, but to no avail. 

“See? Too fuckin' sweet. If I were watchin’ us, I’d fuckin’ retch.” 

Your lips met his a moment later, and your sickening display of affection continued to onlookers. And Tan didn't give one flying fuck. With the taste of your lips on his and your plush body pressed to his front, the only worry he had was if he could shuffle you to the bathroom in time to fuck you the way he needed to.

“But really,” you pulled away abruptly (far too soon) (much to his and his cock's annoyance), “Me, sweet? C'mon, I mean I can be… but listen if Rebecca had said one bad word about you at that table? I would have jumped across it and ripped a chunk of her hair out. No holds barred, the gloves would be off, baby.” 

It was Tan’s turn to laugh, full and hearty. And hell, maybe even a little warm.

“S’my girl.” 

Then he took your hand from his face and rose it above your head to spin you in a wild circle like a music box doll. Your sequel of joy was music to his ears. When he was finished with his expert twirling he pulled you firmly back to his chest. Tan wasted no time to let you catch your breath or recenter yourself in the still world before his mouth was on yours again, picking up right where you left off moments ago.

As he devoured you with his kiss and groped your body up just the way he liked, he slowly started to forget the terrible start this evening had.

Tomorrow, he’d talk to Lemon to smooth things over. Fuck, maybe even ask about the spider and how his brother was doing in the relationship, even if it pained him to think about. Sure, he was doing his best to be more in touch with his “emotions”, but the thought of a full heart to heart with Lemon did make his stomach queasy. 

He’d have to decide what he needed to do in the end, but for right now with you in his arms and the promise of a hot night ahead, the discomfort of what was to come didn’t seem so bad.

well, i hope you liked it! (: not my favorite thing i've ever written, but i just really wanted to start writing fics again!! lemme know if you want some more atj stories and if you enjoyed this, i'd love to hear it with a reblog, comment or like <3

[shelbgrey]

Thunderstruck(Lance Harbor)

Paring: Lance Harbor x Moxon!Reader

Summary: Lance Harbor and y/n have hid their feelings for each other for a long time, but after an act of rage the truth came out. @ashleed

Prompt: 0.7) “he's not my boyfriend” - “I think you better tell him that” - “what?” - “only love makes you that crazy”

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Tomorrow was the big game which means everyone was running around the town like mindless zombies anticipating the game that the coyotes were guaranteed to win. I didn’t care about football much which might as well be a sin around here, I didn’t mind it but I'm not willing to use a football as butplug like most of the dads and coaches around here. I wished i shared the same enthusiasm as my brother Billy Bob. he fucking loved the game and would give his left nut for it. But even though I didn’t give a damn I was at every game, not only because I was in color guard but so I could cheer Billy Bob and Lance on. Damn, he made football look like the most exciting game in the world.

But all amazing things have their faults. The old men in this town are bastards, all of them. They push the team and don't care if they die or not. Rain or shine they play, sick or hurt they play. It pisses me off. Especially when the dads use their sons as ego boosts. Lance’ dad and Mox’s dad are great examples. I respect them all for standing through all the bullshit, especially Lance.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Remember when I said every great thing has its faults? Well cook-out in this town is a great example. The team and their families would be eating good food and having fun then Lance’s dad or Mox’s dad ruin it by running their mouths and using Mox and Lance to get back at each other.

“Is this how it's always gonna be when our dads are together?” Lance asked, glancing at Mox. “just one long ass pissing contest?” Mox shrugged, not really wanting anything to escalate if they heard our conversation. I just sat next to Lance and continued eating my ribs.

I didn't hear what brought it up, but Lance's dad and my dad brought up the matching band.

“well, at least your daughter is involved with somethin', but then again the marchin' band is useless without the football team”

I rolled my eyes, not giving two shits what he thought about me or the matching band. I’d like to see him get out on the fiend and do half the crap we do. I was gonna let it go.

“That's not cool dad…” Lance said in a hard tone.

“Im just kiddin’” Lance’s dad rolled his eyes and tossed Lance the football. Lance groaned and stood up before throwing the football as hard as he could. His dad caught it with a grunt from impact. “Nice one, son… Don’t see a band geek doin’ that”

I glanced over at Lance. He was staring hard at his father with his jaw clenched.

“That throw was cute..” Mox’s dad rolled his eyes and took the football and told Mox to stand up.

“Jesuse crist” I mumbled.

“You both knocked it off,” Mox’s mom said to both Lance and Mox’s dad. “It takes so much coordination to do what they do” she said half drunk.

“I'm just sayin’ people could care less about the halftime show and all that… we came to see a game not a broadway musical, then after football season you hear nothin’ of em” Lance’s dad went on.

“You know what else takes coordination?” Mox’s dad asked, he stood up and launched the football towards Mox and put an empty beer can on his head. “Come on dad, this is stupid!”

“Just throw it son”

Mox looked down at me and Lance and gave us both a sympathetic look. “Sorry..” he mumbled and launched the football at the can perfectly. Mox’s dad looked at Lance’s dad and showboated a bit. That only pissed him off more and he ripped the football away. “You think your son’s better than mine?”

“Well lets just say if Kilmer wasn’t such a prick my son would be starting quarterback” Mox’s dad snapped, Lance’s dad gave a mocking look of surprise. “Oh.. is that a factt?”

“I'm sorry about all this, I wouldn't have asked you to come if i knew this would happen” Lance whispered to me. I was about to respond to him, tell him it wasn’t his or Mox’s fault, but his dad beat me to it. “What about you Lance? You think you're better than my boy just because you're your captain?”

“No I don't,” Lance said firmly. Hell, these bastards are lucky their egos haven't ruined Mox and Lance’s friendship.

“Well, why don't you prove it. Show em what it takes to be a coyote. Nail the can” he said sharply and toused the football to lance. Lance was almost red in the face and he gripped the football hard.

“Show him what it takes to be a starting quarterback. Show em that little flag twirler isn't a distraction” his dad barked,

“Come on lance, nail the can” someone shouted. Lance snapped and launched the football, smacking right into his dad’s nose. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground. Lance’s jaw tightened and he glanced over at me.”Let's get out of here” he said in a hard tone and grabbed his letterman jacket then grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my seat.

“See ya later, Mox” Lance mumbled and pulled me towards his truck.

Once we were away from everyone he cupped both of my cheeks, looking me in the eyes. “I'm sorry.. They're all assholes”

“Its okay, Lance… let's just get out of here”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“Heard your boyfriend nailed his dad in the nose at the cookout saturday” Wendell said, coming up to my locker. I quickie shut it, making Billy Bob peak from behind his to see what was going on”

“Yeah, Lance nailed him right in his beak” Billy Bob laughed.

“He’s not my boyfriend” I protested, making Billy Bob and Wendell both give me a ‘yeah right look’

“What?!” I asked.

Wendell scoffed sarcastically. “Only love makes you THAT crazy”

“Crazy enough to nail his old man in the face when he put you down,” Billy Bob nodded.

“You both are idiots” I shook my head, grabbing my books for Miss. Davis’ class. “You hit your head too many times on the field.”

“You just don't want to admit I'm right for once!” Wendell called out as I walked away from him.

I shook my head, trying to ignore what Wendell and Billy Bob said. I rounded the corner and ran right into someone, making my books fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry Y/n” Lance said and quickly picked up my stuff.

“Dont worry about it” I looked up and stared into his blue eyes as he handed me my stuff. His gaze made me think about what the boys said, it replied in my mind over and over again. I snapped out of it and cleared my throat. “So.. how's your dad?’

“Don't worry about him,” Lance said, shaking his head. “I'm not grounded if I win the game” he rolled his eyes.

“Ooo. so much pressure” I said sarcastically, making lance laugh.

He nudged my shoulder playfully as we walked down the hallway. “Can't wait to see the halftime show”

“You actually pay attention to those?” I was surprised.

Lance almost looked hurt when I asked that. “Of course, why wouldn't i? You pay attention to all our games”

It always made my heart flutter at the fact he cared so much. With all that pressure and needles put on him he's still smiling and being the kind hearted person he is. Anybody would be dumb to hurt someone as amazing as him.

“Well, i'll see you tonight at the game then” I smiled stopping at Miss. Davis’ classroom. Lance smiled big. “Yep”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“Billy Bob, if you're too sick to play, say somethin’ damn it!” I said sternly as we walked down towards the field for the game.

“I told ya a billion times, im fine” He said rolling his eyes.

I bonked him on the butt with my color guard pole, not hard, but hard enough to get his addiction. “Hey!”

“Don't hey me! There’s a damn oxygen tank down there for you, you shouldn’t play”

“I can't let Kilmer or the team down!” Billy Bob Sighed

“Fuck Kilmer! I'll shove this entire flag so far up his ass it comes out his mouth”

Billy Bob stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. “Just do what you need to do and I'll do what i need to do. Mind your business” he said and put his helmet on before going down to the Field where Tweeder and Wendell were.

“What’s going on?” Lance asked, walking up to me after he saw Billy Bob storm off.

“My dumb ass brother, thats whats going on”

Lance gave me a side hug. “I’ll keep an eye on em” he moved his arm off my shoulder and ran towards the field, he turned around walking backwards. “I'll get a touchdown for ya, hell I'll win the whole game for you!” he called out.

I shook my head playfully, I was glad he was far enough because I was turning bright red. “Good luck!” I called out.

“You too!”

--------(the Game)--------

The team was doing good, only a point or two behind, but they would easily catch up. I was sitting on the bleachers with the rest of the marching band watching the game. The whistle blew and Lance ran down to the number lines. I really don't know which one, I just know there's a bunch of hot guys throwing a football around. Anyway, lance turned sound and waved at me before getting in potion.

My smile disappeared when I saw Billy Bob Hobell onto the field. He looked awful. Lance called out the play and the whistle was blown, just like that Billy Bob collapsed and Lance was tackled. Lance screamed in pain. The way he cried out made my heart shatter into a million pieces. I didn’t care what was going on or the fact I needed to stay in the bleacher, I left and ran towards the stretcher lance was on.

“We're taking him to the hospital,” the paramedic told me. His sister Juiles came up to me just as worried.

“Come on, you can ride with me to the hospital”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

I sat next to Lace the whole time after his surgery that night. Mox had took Juiles home and his bastard of a dad was too upset about Lance’s football career to come into the room. I held his hand, praying he would be okay. The doctor said he needed more surgeries after this one and his recovery time would be hell. It scared me to think about him being in so much pain, I was about to doze off but Lance winched and shifted as he slowly woke up. He squeezed my hand weakly and turned his head towards me. “You're here?” he asked softly.

“Of course” I smiled softly, brushing some hair out of his face.

He winced, looking away. “I’m sorry…the game-”

“You're seriously bringing that up?” I interrupted him softly. That made me truly realize how much pressure his father and Kilmer really put on him. They wormed their way so far into his brain all he cared about was disappointing them.

“All I care about is your recovery and you being able to walk properly” I said. Lance smiled weekly and gave my hand a gentle squeeze before bringing it up to his lips, kissing it softly. “Thank you. I don’t know what i’d do without you”

I smiled softly, staring into his eyes. He smirked. “This maybe the drugs talkin’ but…” he stopped mid sentence and pushed the button that raised his hospital bed. “What are you-”

“Shut up” he said innocently and raised the bed up far enough where we were eye level. He placed his hand on my cheek, pressing his lips to mine gently. My heart pounded, wondering if this was a dream. I placed my hand on his chest where his heart was and kissed him back softly. He pulled away gently, pressing his forehead against mine.

“You don't know how long i've waited to do that” Lance smirked, running his fingers through my hair. “Me too” I whispered, placing a quick soft kiss on his lips.

“If you hurt yourself like this again, I'll kill you” I joked.

“That’s fair,” he laughed, leaning forward and kissing me on the forehead.

Nothing else mattered now. The only thing that mattered was his recovery and making sure he knows he’s loved and a stupid football game wasn’t that important.

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 9: care to dance~

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV:

walking out of my room I head to the table taking a seat, Charlie and Alastor have something they want to announce, as Charlie runs downstairs Alastor comes out of the kitchen holding a plate of Beignets and hands them out to everyone, I heard of them but never tried one. "alright everybody I'm so sorry to wake you all up early but me and Al had an idea!" "I and Charlie decided that-" "We decided that we should throw a party here at the hotel to gain some patrons and you all are invited!!!" "you gotta be fucken with me..." husk grumbles "I could~" Leaning over the table Angel strokes husks chest as Husk pushes him off "Go fuck yourself" "That sounds wonderful hun," vaggie says trying to calm Charlie down. "A party?" "yes, a partyyy!!" "Charlie would like-" "I would like for" Cutting Charlie off Alastor stuffs a Beignet in Charlie's mouth "As I was saying Charlie would like for you all to help clean the lobby and decorate" "cleannnn!!!!! I love cleaning...." niffty giggled creepily. Charlie nods as she finishes the Beignet "well dress up and dance and celebrate!!!!" "that doesn't sound too bad" "Yes yes yes, we have a lot to work on so let's get started"

everyone stood up to gather cleaning supplies, and we spent the whole day cleaning. nifty ran around dusting and killing bugs, husk cleaned the drinking glasses while Angel went to buy food and more alcohol. Charlie and Vaggie went upstairs to the old storage room and grabbed whatever leftover decorations, and Alastor summoned these weird shadowy minions to fix the place up and move the furniture around to create a dance floor. 

Once Angel came back we set up the food table, restocked the drinks, and wiped everything down one last time before dragging all the girls upstairs to Angel's room to get ready. "Let go husk my, dear friend, we need to get you in tip-top shape, you're our bartender after all!" "Whatever..." 

At Angels Room Charlie, vaggie, niffty, and I had our dresses laid out. Charlie and vaggie picked black and white themed dresses to match. Angel picked a hot pink maxi dress that sparkled with an off-the-shoulder neckline, Niffty picked a little light pink cocktail dress with white lace around the bottom, and lastly, I had decided on a black red short flowy dress.

Alastors POV:

as I watched the ladies run upstairs I took Husker up to my room to get him ready. "you don't have anything to wear do you?" "No, does it look like I give a shit what I wear!" "Hmm, fear not my friend I know just what to put you in" With a mischievous smile I snap my fingers causing a line of green smoke to twirl around Husk, changing him into a Black and white suit with yellow cuffs and a yellow bow tie. "is this some kind of joke..." "doesn't it bring you back to old times~" I chuckle as husk leaves the room with a groan. another snap of my fingers and I change into my best condition red suit and black slacks topped with my brand new dress shoes. combing my hair and tying my black bow tie, I finish and head downstairs seeing the girls already in the lobby talking and giggling.

your POV:

listening to Charlie talk, I turned my attention to Alastor walking down, he had the same suit but somehow looked even better, Charlie rushed over to open the doors for people to join the party as vaggie turned on the music, with time the place was filled with demons, the bar was packed and the food table was swarmed.

sitting at the bar I grab a glass of Champaign talking to Angel "So uh you and smiles?" "what about us," I say trying to hide a grin "Oh come on ya guys have been extra close, he looks at everyone like he wants to tear them to shreds! but not you~" "And your point is" "I think dark and creepy likes ya" I shake my head and chuckle "Your nosey" "Hey I'm just sayin', you guys look good together" Seeing Alastor walk over I sit up a bit "speak of the devil~" angel winks at me and leaves the bar.

"well my dear you look wonderful as always" "You look extra nice as well" "Always have to look my best!" holding his hand out he offers it to me "Care to dance mon cher~" "Setting my glass down I take his hand, he pulls me to the dance floor, slow music playing as vaggie, Charlie and other demons began to dance. he holds my waist as I hold his shoulder and together we sway. "have you been enjoying yourself?" "yes, and you" "If I'm quite honest I'm only here to see you, my dear" As he twirls me I smile "Taking a liking to me?" "oh more than just a liking, you are quite the thief I'll have you know" "Well I suppose it's only fair since you have stolen from me as well~" "Have I now?" "you have" "How about a deal then" "a deal?" "yes a deal, you may keep what prized possession you have stolen from me as long as I get to court you~" "We have a deal" and with one last twirl the deal is sealed with a kiss...

The song ends and Charlie walks to the front of the room for an announcement, vaggie hands her a microphone as demons gather around, "I just want to thank everyone for coming out here and giving redemption a chance, and I want to thank my friends soooo much-" Charlie's eyes begin to water and vaggie takes the microphone "alright hun I think its time to go-" "I love you guys so much!!!" Charlie runs over and gives us all a hug, to my surprise Alastor doesn't protest, giving her a simple pat on the head as she wipes her tears. "we love you too Charlie!" "Now let's celebrate! I think it is time to bust out the big drinks" "Angellll don't get ahead of yourself!" "nah loosen up vagina" vaggie scowls as Angel drags all of us to the bar, husk serves all of us drinks.

I wanted to make this longer so badly but I had severe writer's block, man I need request to refresh myself, it took me the whole day to finish this but I hope you all still love this chapter and wait for some upcoming spice ;) have a good day/ night love you all!!!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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[cloveroctobers]

JEY USO x BLACK! READER — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: I took a stab at writing for roman and now here I am doing the same for jey? Except this one isn’t strongly plot based…Wish me luck! I’m new to the scene so I apologize if this isn’t in his character…But I think I got it? We’ll see 😆

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using:  “did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” “i thought it would taste good!” +  “well i put it on the grocery list!” “i didn’t think i needed the list!” “you clearly did!!” +  “i can’t find the remote.” “i’m actually going to kill you.” 1. “But look, this is on sale!”

WARNINGS: language + just doing typical bickering couple things.

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In the near future, you wanted to advocate for detaching your head (not on some Black mirror type shit, although you knew there was a 70% chance that it could go that route) and leaving it to get any protective style for yourself, sisters, brothers, and non-binaries while you went about your business before you came back to collect your freshly did head. You originally wanted to go in with some straight backs with the water wave left out towards the ends but switched to boho locs last minute.

Thankfully you had that type of relationship with your stylist so she didn’t mind much.

You were always down to try something new and been contemplating getting some locs after a few of your family members been on their journey for years now. Tending to your head nearly everyday was a hassle especially as a routine to go into the world and work. Hair had a mind of its own and it didn’t need to be explained, if you know, you know.

The last thirty minutes of your appointment, you were reaching out to your husband to see what was on the menu at home or if you needed to pick something up. The snacks your go to girl provided only held up for so long and when Jey told you that he had a taste for Kopai, basically hinting that would be for lunch or dinner—when Jey threw down he made enough for both occasions—you sat up a bit in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, while you floated through the streets to get back home.

When you unlocked the white security gate to the bright russet orange home (Jey picked the exterior color and you weren’t crazy about it but at least it stood out from the other homes, which was his main goal), you were already hit with a whiff of spices, thanks to the breezy San Francisco spring air and found the petal pink front door wide open. Which made you quirk up a brow but you were too famished to think too hard about it as you quickly made your way through the small entry way into the master bedroom to toss your things onto the bed.

You sighed with a shake of your head as you made your way up the stairs, hearing Jey listening to Kendrick’s disses on loop again but you also ignored that as you made your way to the right where the kitchen and living room sat. Sneaking behind the man on your toes like swiper, you slapped a hand and squeezed his backside in greeting while Jey legit yelped and yanked himself away.

Grinning at him innocently you say, “why are your clappers clenched?”

Jey sucked his teeth while you attempted to hide your laughter, “yo, what I tell you about doing that man? That’s my job to do to you, not other way around.”

“I thought we believed in equality in this house?” You placed your hands on your hips while Jey just huffed.

You moved towards the stove, where Jey was hovering over. The soup pot was there, steaming but the aroma wasn’t giving Kopai. While jey was distracted on his phone again, mumbling to himself and nodding his head—possibly the lyrics—you snatched up a spoon to dip into the pot.

Wincing against the temperature on your tongue, you managed to get the food down after chewing and sucking air into your mouth. That was enough to get Jey’s attention as he looked at you with a straight face, annoyed that you went and sampled.

“This is not giving dumpling…where are the dumplings?” You managed to get out after your last chew.

Jey folded his muscular arms honestly replying, “that’s because there isn’t any.”

“Huh? But it’s Samoan Sunday.” Which meant each Sunday included something from Jey’s culture, sometimes combined with soul food, depending on what y’all were in the mood for.

Jey lifted his chin, “turns out it’s a whatever’s in the fridge day. That you just rudely sampled behind my back without giving me any proper love by the way, it’s spicy chicken and rice chowder.”

Scrunching up your face, you popped your tongue in distaste at the aftermath. Now that you knew what it was, it could explain this foul after taste because something wasn’t adding up.

“Joshua.”

“Oh here you go,” Jey threw his hands up in the air, “If I wanted another food critic, I’d just call your damn father.”

Your father has his own successful restaurant here in California and back up North where you were originally from. Majority of the time if your family was over, Jey did everything in his power not to be the one who was solely on food duty because your father was very critical especially when it came to food.

That’s that Virgo shit.

“Chowder includes milk right?” You didn’t get the culinary trait but you watched enough cooking competitions and attended plenty to know the basics. You weren’t the biggest fan of seafood, although that was the common type of chowder, there was no seafood in this dish.

It still didn’t taste right to you.

And Jey usually knew what to do in the kitchen, more so on the grill but still he got by and knew Gordon Ramsey would approve of at least a few of his dishes. If not? His bitch ass could certainly see Jey’s hands. Not your pops though, he wasn’t messing with him at all.

Jey scoffed, “yeah.”

“Hey, I’m not feeling your attitude.” You addressed over your shoulder as you went to the fridge to open up.

Jey shot back, “well I’m not feelin’ you sneaking and holdin’ two handfuls of my ass but here we are.”

It was one hand but whatever fed his ego.

He was really about to bring the hangry out of you if he kept it up to be honest. Your hands went to the top shelf, immediately spotting the now empty glass milk bottle. Yanking it out, you held it up in the air for your husband to see.

“Did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” You questioned, one hand on your hip now.

He blinked between you and the glass and then back again, “I thought it would taste good!”

Your eye twitched, “With expired milk, Josh?!”

He scrunched up his face at this news, “be for real,” he starts as he makes his way towards you to grab the glass, “…how was I supposed to know?”

Jey’s fingers quickly unscrewed the silicone dispenser cap to take a sniff of the inside and recoiled.

“By doing that like you normally do.” You respond, “also there’s a label on the back that aways gets written with the expiration date.”

Jey snarled, “Why can’t we just keep the damn carton instead of this aesthetically pleasing bullshit?”

“That’s rich coming from Mr. Leo the flashy asshole himself.” You tilted your head to the side, sending him the same type of energy.

“Why am I catching strays?” Jey pounded on his chest, voice naturally booming off the walls, “it’s my fault I like nice things?”

‘And that I tried to cook us a meal?’ He thinks to himself.

“No but it’s mine?” You repeat his motions, pointing at your own chest while Jey sighs, “I tried to remind you this morning before I left, that the milk needed to be dumped.”

Jey scratches at his ear with his lips pushed out in thought, “I heard none of that.”

“Well, I put it on the grocery list!” Your voice went up now and you can only blame your hunger.

Jey slides the bottle onto the white surface of the pale blue counter, “I didn’t think I needed the list!”

“You clearly did!” You laugh humorlessly at the fact that you just ate partially spoiled food.

It was funny how your husband picked and chose what he wanted to remember. Granted it was pretty early when you told him this, waking him up from his snoring slumber as you pecked his cheek on your way out. Last night in bed he said he would hit the store for a few quick items you needed for the house and milk was the first thing on the list. He didn’t remember that but he knew you had a hair appointment since he insisted on paying for it, he always loved your fro and didn’t mind seeing you change it up.

He was very vocal if he didn’t like a look either, even if you were pranking him a few times with stiff wigs from Tyler Perry Amazon, which caused many more lashings from the both of you that it sometimes got personal. The both of you could take the shit talking from each other but once it actually stung just a little too much? And if it happened to occur in front of family? Oh the silent treatment was more lethal than the actual words.

“Now I see why your ass was so clenched when I came in here. You were trying to poison me, or encourage me to go vegan, my own got damn husband.” You scoffed while Jey rolled his eyes at your dramatics and that was saying a lot, since he was the number one Thespian.

He makes the noise of a buzzer, “wrong answer forehead! My fatty is too well rounded for it to be clenched. Especially if it was glute day yesterday. There’s no high booties around here and I’m highly offended that you think I would do that to you when you’re my whole heart.”

You stuck your tongue out giving him a thumbs down, “don’t try to butter me up, I’m still aggy and I’m trying to big my back, not make my stomach touch my back.”

And just like that he grins as he moves to grip the sides of your face, “I’m sorry ma, you know I always got you and already have a back up order for dinner if this didn’t turn out too well. Plus, I got something else that could feed your appetite. A appetizer if you really think about it.”

His smile turns devilish now as he moves to place his hips on yours to feel exactly what he’s serving up. You shove at his chest as he goes even further to try and kiss up your neck, “Nope, if you don’t get off me! You’re not getting none of that.”

“Why not? We got at least twenty-five minutes before option B is ready and I can make it work.” He’s chasing after you now.

You’re on the other side of the white and blue island with a shake of your head, “for one, I have no nutrients in my body and it’s really sounding like you want me to cross over to the other side.”

Jey interrupts as he stares at you in all seriousness, “never.”

Holding up fingers you continue, “Two, my laser appointment isn’t until Wednesday.”

Jey caressed his beard in thought licking his lips, “oh word, hump day? That’s even better but fuck all that we grown! Let me get you that jug of fruit water you made and then that ass is mine.”

You laughed, “you think I’m gonna just fold after you deprived me of Kopai? You really done lost your mind and it’s all KDot’s doing.”

“Nah, leave my boy out of this.”

You gasped, “That switch up is crazy.”

‘Guess we know who Jey’s shaking that ass for and it’s not just for me,’ you cackle internally before focusing back on what your husband’s response would be to picking with him. You knew better than to let that slip through your lips because you wouldn’t hear the end of it and your body was already going through it okay!

From getting your hair done and WORKING OUT!

Get your mind out of the gutter you hoes.

“I mean I didn’t say I was going to completely cut BBL—

Your eyes went wide as Jey smacked a hand over his mouth. You pointed at him and hopped up and down to prove your point.

“Be quiet.” He hissed before he made his claim, “I mean sure if im in the car I’ll bump Drake over Kendrick but he had something on his chest so some shit talking needed to be said.”

“And did.”

“Exactly but Drake’s still my guy.” He shrugged.

You shake your head as you pace the floor as if you were analyzing Jey like you were in some courtroom instead of your kitchen, “That’s just like you, taking up for the light skins.”

“Aight now you dragging it.” Jey sent a glower in your direction.

You laugh as you leaned against the counter feeling like a nap but not without facing the issue here, “so…what’s actually on the menu since you lied to me about the Kopai and then flopped the chowder.”

“It wasn’t a complete flop!” Jey argued with a deep furrow of his brows, “the flavor was on point, I just messed up with the dairy portion.”

You stated, “Goat milk would have been superior.”

“Oh hell no, wait until I tell your father about that one.” Jey’s shaking his head in disgust, goat milk was only great for a skincare routine and he could say that based on experience but far as consuming? Jey was good on that.

“Wait until I tell him that you tried to give me food poisoning.” You countered with a heated stare.

Jey deeply inhaled and sucked his teeth, “aight let’s roll before you get my blood pressure up to the point I need to be hospitalized.”

He turns the stove off and moves the pot to the side while it’s your turn to make your way over to the tatted man. You nuzzle your head into the back of shoulders while hugging him, “it’s only fair that we get on each others nerves.”

“You’re lucky I love yo ass.” He mumbles, resting a warm hand on top of your clasped ones.

“And you’re lucky I love you right back and didn’t take a bite out of your behind for depriving me of food.”

Jey scrunched up his nose at that and side eyed as he turned to face you a bit but you held his stare, letting him know that you weren’t joking. “See, I knew it in my spirit that you were one of those kids that liked to bite. I’ve seen baby pictures and that’s something I’ll have to keep in mind when we’re blessed with children.”

“Says the fighter out of the marriage.” You quirk up a brow but Jey just shrugs.

“I own my shit.”

“Whatever bro…where’s your keys?” You remove yourself from Jey to look around the kitchen while the said man follows you.

He buries his forehead against the side of your temple bumping you, “i’m not your bro so I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.”

You push him from your space, “stop playing with me, Joshua. We don’t have time for this!”

“Come correct then.”

You roll your eyes with a flick of your hair, “keys or I’ll go get my own.”

“I’m driving, I don’t need you acting like the streets are Mario kart like you probably did on your way here.” He states before he sarcastically jokes, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

Let’s not talk about driving skills…of course you didn’t say that but Jey could tell you were thinking it. So he steps to you, holding out his hand but kept his eyes on you until you placed yours in his. He led the way back downstairs to the front level of the home, keys already in his pocket as he locked up the front of the house before heading to the garage.

There was tension on the first five minutes of the drive but not to the point where you two knew you wouldn’t get past it. You fumbled with the radio as the wind whipped across your profile and before you both know it, you’re both singing along to music from 2018, which was reminiscent back when things were starting to heat up between you two. Back when Jey was inviting you to family barbecues and being too afraid to ask you to be his girl and making an ass out of himself to his family when they questioned what you were.

It was all trial and tribulations that led to your marriage a year later. This bickering was nothing compared to what the both of you dealt with prior. And what’s a perfect marriage?

“By the way, the new look is sexy.” Jey comments as the both of you sit in his car digging into your food.

He chose Japanese…which was satisfactory since you loved the Wagyu beef tacos here and he was tearing into the BamuBamu wings, licking his fingers and everything that you knew his mother would be slapping the back of his head if she was in the backseat.

“Thanks baby, we’ll call this look: Gaia or Alani.” You posed, hands still holding a taco.

Jey nods, “ooo, Gailani is fire! See how I just did that?”

“Hope you come up with better earthy names for our future crotch goblins.” You told him while Jey frowned at you mid-bite.

“No way you just said that.”

Shrugging you say, “I mean I don’t know how pregnancy is going to make me feel so that’s their potential nickname.”

“I mean…how would you feel if I referred you as a gremlin?” Jey questioned, not liking how you were picking on your unborn children already.

Listen to him being the sensitive parent! He cared deeply for his niece and nephew, he also didn’t play when it came to them either so he can only imagine how he would be with his own.

“…I’d blame the children you played a part of helping create. Like child like father.”

“That’s cap and not exactly how that works, that’s right, I paid attention in biology class! You’ll probably start taking it out on me, I’ll have to have doc on speed dial for tetanus shots.” Jey winked at you while you elbowed his arm, “but nah I’ll love y’all through it regardless because like it or not I’m a pretty great guy.”

You snort, “You say that now.”

“I mean it though and I know you know that. I couldn’t have picked a better person to ride through this rollercoaster of life with and the world deserves to have mini versions of us roaming the earth, plus I’m always down to get to practicing.” He winks at you while you shake your head.

“I can tell, you almost leaped over the counter to take me down.”

He pointed, “You started it by grabbing my ass and the new look isn’t helping my urges.”

“Well,” you shrugged with a smirk on your lips, “it’s definitely not happening since you like to pull hair and you didn’t buy the milk.”

“There’s a farmers market right up the street, they got to have some and then will you chill?”

“I’m chill now.” You chew with a smile as you slump into the passenger seat while Jey deeply exhales.

“Yeah, cause you’re spoiled.”

“You made me this way.”

“I know.” Jey smiles at you adoringly before shaking his head, “my own personal pain in my butt.”

“But I do appreciate the effort…although my stomach might feel different in a few hours.” You pout a little, feeling it flip just a smidge.

Jey widens his eyes at you, just hoping that didn’t happen, “nah we getting probiotics or some type of cleanse at this market, let’s go before they close. Seatbelt please.”

“I’m eating.”

The side eye he gives you makes you do so but you hold onto your taco a little tighter in the process. Driving across the street to the open parking lot that sat to the side of where the market was set up, he’s ready to hop out the car, door tossed open, without you since you were still eating but you call out to him to wait for you.

The farmers market was one of your favorite places to be, especially on a Sunday and there was no way he was going without you. He was the main one that said the both of you were always going to be by each other’s sides wherever you went. When it came to grocery shopping, Jey was the type of shopper that wanted to get in and get out. Anything else? Clothes? Cars? He could spend all day there.

Yes he was huffy as you took your time, knowing they were about to start closing up in the next fifteen minutes. You had to search his car for your gum, lipgloss, and micro wallet that you stored in here just in case you didn’t have your purse (which was sitting pretty back at home on your bed) and stole Jey’s car for the day.

“C’mon,” Jey says your name impatiently, “what’re you doing?”

“Where’s my green mini wallet I had stored on the side of the rati?” Your hands are going along the pocket of the black Maserati.

Jey answers, “that little thing? I been took that out and threw it somewhere in your drawer back at the crib. What do you need that for when you’re with me anyway? Let’s go, ma.”

Then he questions why you’re a pain in his butt!

Checking your lips once more, you get out the car dusting off any crumbs from your lap before you circle around the car to intertwine your fingers with Jey’s. You huddle closer to him as the wind is at your backs before you enter through the tarps of set up sections. He’s on a mission while your eyes are wide, trying to look at any and everything to the point he lets go of your hand to keep searching for what you’re mainly here for.

Usually it’s mostly food here but occasionally they’ll have a few clothing, accessories, and even home decor shops set up as well. It really was the best of both worlds when that happened. Jey already knew that you would search for one of those while he stayed where the food was at. He chatted with the elderly man who had his own farm about forty miles from here, got three jugs of milk: oat, goat, and coconut. Along with a nice tip before he bid his farewells then began checking for you around the sizable space.

“Hey baby,” you greet as he eventually finds you at a vendor that wasn’t selling food yet you’re holding a few fruits and fruit juices in your hands, “I got us some more papayas and pineapples. It’s already paid for since the lady took Zelle but I want to show you something else.”

You finally shift the items into the netted bag onto your other wrist as you reach out for Jey’s wrist to drag him back to a few vendors over. It was some shop that was selling antiques and he’s now standing in front of two figurines.

“Wouldn’t this be cute for the mantle above the fireplace?”

Jey glanced at you, “yeah if we wanted to be murdered in our sleep at some point.”

“Joshua!” You shushed him, “I thought they would add more color to the mantle since the fireplace is black.”

“And the marble on the bottom is white along with the rest of the furniture that’s light and the walls except for that one kitchen wall that’s a chalkboard.” The man blinks as he vividly remembers your shared home, “We don’t need anymore unnecessary stuff, especially no dolls that look like annabelle and her possessed friends.” Jey tells you while you frown as he grabs your wrist now.

You’re being dragged away while the woman laughs and sends you a wave as you attempt to persuade him one last time on one other decor piece sitting on a table, “But look, this is on sale!”

Jey mutters, “there’s a reason why majority of her items are. I know evil when i see it.”

“Not the judgement. You don’t know that lady, Josh and you need to stop watching so many scary movies lately, they’re making you so paranoid.” You sassed while you two made it back to his car.

He peeked at you before he grabbed his seatbelt, “did you see her pet possum on the leash sleeping underneath that dusty red chair?”

“Her what?!”

“Uh huh.” He nods, starting the car while going into detail about how the vendor felt off the moment you dragged him closer to it.

By the time the two of you get home, you’re heading into the master bedroom to grab your floral bonnet while Jey heads up stairs with the food. He does the clean up of the soup, finishes up his wings while you eventually make your way upstairs to eat your own food. When you meet Jey’s brown eyes across from the dining table, the both of you share a laugh at your matching low-lidded eyes. The Itis. You’re the first to move, discarding your food since Jey finished way before you and pull at his hand for him to stand.

Wrapping your arms across his shoulders before moving one hand to play with the end of his hair, he leans down to grasp your back before slipping his hands down to your ass to lift you against his hips. “That’s how it should be,” he tells you as you kiss his lips and he makes his way over to the couch.

You warn your husband, “Watch my head, we know how heavy handed you are.”

“I got it, I got it.” Jey mocks as he protects your head, laying you down first before he climbs over you to rest against the couch.

He loops an arm across your shoulders as you move around trying to get comfortable thanks to your new do. Finding that your left is less painful than your right, you face the coffee table, two living chairs, and tv instead while Jey lightly wraps his arm around your neck instead.

And you’re fine just like this, well fed and in the arms of your man ready to get a nap in until…

“I can’t find the remote.” Jey breaks the silence that makes your eyes peel open with a flare of your nostrils.

You want to fling your entire body back but your neck said different, leaving you to only side eye Jey as he sheepishly smiles at you.

“I’m actually going to kill you!” You inform him, “i said leaving the remote in the drawer of the coffee table makes it easier so we don’t have to go crazy looking for it.”

“And I may or may not have done that.” He says nonchalantly, not bothered that he was pushing a button again, “I like to leave it tucked in the cushions along with my leg in there because you know how that stupid thing likes to overheat sometimes and it’s always cold in there.”

Only Jey y’all.

Only Jey.

Once you go quiet and manage to face the brown eyed man again, you smile softly at him as you caressed his face, “that lady at the market that you were shook over, ain’t got shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean? Aye!” Jey yelled as you started to playfully ring his neck.

The only way to get you to stop was for him to slap his hand right on top of your sore head and wiggle it and what did he do that for?

“OW! Why would you—I’m done.”

You hop off the couch and circle around it but not without yanking a pillow and slamming it against Jey’s stomach, “disrespectful ass.”

“So I’m just supposed to take you son-ing me?” Jey sat up on his elbows, grunting at the attack before shoving the pillow to the floor.

You snapped over your shoulder, “I don’t know, I thought you might like that since you like your ass grabbed, although you try to deny it as much as possible.”

“What?! Now you just saying shit.”

“And you’re always doing shit!” You yell back, out of sight now and heading back downstairs.

Jey sighs as he settles back against the couch again, “Where you goin’?”

“To bed!”

“It’s 4pm.”

“Goodnight mullet! You play too much.”

Jey felt his chest bubble with some laughter but said back, “I LOVE YOU!”

“So?!”

“I SAID, I LOVE YOU!” Jey called back out but when he didn’t get any response, he jumped up to his feet and raced down the stairs just to see you laughing waiting to slam the door in his face.

Yet you were too slow, making Jey barge into the room to latch onto your body to pepper your face in kisses.

It was the little things that he did that he knew would get on your nerves (which was mutual) but ultimately you loved that man down no matter what.

Jey could say the same even if you got on his case majority of the time.

You were his everything and more.

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[a-killer-obsession]

Brat [Kid x Killer x OC Nina]

Commissioned by @dissvicious

CW: third person pov, intox, recreational drug use, spanking, brat taming, blow job, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, threesome (f/m/m), very light bondage, double penetration (v + a), creampies, multiple orgasms, inappropriate use of devil fruit

WC: 4k

Masterlist || Comissions Info

The Kid Pirates gathered in the dining hall of the Victoria Punk, celebrating an overwhelming win against a ship full of marines who dared to think they could defeat the crew of the great Eustass “Captain” Kid. The raised platform where the commanders usually sat to dine had been cleared off, replaced with various instruments being played by a rotation of crewmates, filling the hall with music ranging from punk rock to heavy metal. Some of the usual dining tables had been cleared as well to make space for dancing and drinking, some crewmates opting to position their chairs in circles for drinking games and conversations, while others sat at the remaining tables to pick at the scraps of the feast or lose their share of the loot in gambling games. The four commanders sat together, passing around a joint and retelling their perspectives from the battle just been.

“Where's pinky?” Heat asked, before taking a hit of the joint and passing it along to Wire.

“Nina?” Killer replied, “she wanted to get the blood off her chainsaw before it got too dry and crusty, she should be out soon.”

“Maybe she finally fucked off,” Kid grumbled. It was no secret that Kid had a stick up his ass ever since Nina and Killer had gotten together. “Good fuckin' riddens.”

“Kid we're in the middle of the fucking ocean,” Killer sighed, “where would she go? Can you at least pretend to like Nina? For me?”

“They're a bratty little friend stealing bitch,” Kid snapped, yanking the joint from Wire's hand and hogging it, “should've kicked her off the ship when I had the chance.”

“Like you could get rid of me if you tried,” Nina teased, pinching the joint from a surprised Kid and making herself comfortable in Killer's lap. Killer wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her, bumping his mask softly against the side of her head in a makeshift version of a kiss. “Sorry I took so long, lion,” Nina cooed, scratching Killer's goatee, “fuckin’ chains were all gunked up with some asshole's brain matter.”

“Do you have to do that PDA shit here?” Kid rolled his eyes, trying and failing to snatch back the joint. Heat sighed and pulled another from the tin he kept in his pocket, handing it to the disgruntled captain.

“I'm literally just sitting,” Nina feigned innocence, taking a long hit of the joint. She held it up by the burning end so Killer could lean forward and slot it through one of the holes in his mask, leaning back as Nina returned the joint to her own lips, clouds of smoke filtering out of several of Killer's mask holes.

“On Killer,” Kid grumbled, “you look like a common whore.”

“First of all, thanks,” Nina said with an exhale of smoke before handing the joint to Heat, having caught up to the others with a nice buzz now, “secondly, would you say the same if I was on Heat's lap?”

“You're not keeping Heat away from my bed,” Kid complained.

“Heat goes to your bed?” Nina laughed, while Wire and Killer stifled their own snorts, “Nice.”

“No that's- that's not my fuckin point!” Kid replied in a fluster, a flush of red on his cheeks.

“Maybe I'm colourblind,” Nina teased, “cos you're lookin real fuckin green there, Kid.”

“You sayin’ I'm jealous?” Kid scoffed, “Of you?”

“That's exactly what I'm saying,” Nina replied confidently, “you just can't stand that Killer wants to spend his time with me.”

“You're fuckin hogging him!” Kid yelled.

“Kid…” Killer warned, exchanging a concerned look with Wire and Heat as they felt the tension in the air rising.

“He's a grown man,” Nina shouted back as she got up, getting ready to fight, “he can do what he wants.”

“And you're a thieving fucking bitch!” Kid barked as he stood too, trying to look intimidating, not that the comparatively tiny woman was at all frightened by him.

“KID!” Killer got up in a hurry, putting himself between the two.

“No, it's not fair!” Kid complained to Killer, “Ever since you two shacked up you spend all your time with them! You haven't fucked me in weeks!”

“Maybe you're just not as special as you thought you were,” Nina replied cruelly. Killer took a deep breath, knowing that the argument had just hit the point of no return.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, bitch?” Kid snapped, trying to get at Nina but held away by Killer, “I'm the future King of Pirates, you're nothing but some discarded bratty bitch playing at pirates!”

“You're about to be King of the Shark Shit, you thick skulled cunt,” she spat back, “when I send you to the fucking seabed!”

“Okay can we calm down and talk about this please?” Killer sighed. It's times like this he wished he wasn't wearing his mask so he could pinch the bridge of his nose where a headache was quickly forming.

“Like this bolts for brains would understand a word I say,” Nina scoffed, “Hey Kid - Me, Killer girlfriend. You, pigheaded cunt. Got it?”

“Fuck you!” Kid screamed. Now Wire and Heat had to get involved as well, struggling to hold the redhead back.

“Bite me!” Nina bit back.

“Stop it, both of you!” Killer yelled, “You're acting like fucking children!”

“Just fucking bang already,” Wire said under his breath, “fucking hell.”

“What did you fucking say?” Kid's head snapped in Wire's direction, the taller man not at all phased by his angry expression. Wire was observant, perhaps the only one who had noticed that it was Killer the captain was jealous of, not Nina.

“Nothing boss,” Wire replied flatly, “just that maybe you and Nina would get along better if you put that energy elsewhere.”

“He's got a point,” Killer hummed. He too had his suspicions about where Kid's feelings really lay, “it would solve the sharing issues…”

“Like this brute could make me cum,” Nina scoffed with a heavy eye roll. Did she want to fuck Kid? Absolutely, but she'd rather fuck her chainsaw than admit her attraction to the goop-brained asshole. “I doubt he even knows where the clit is. Probably why Killer prefers me over you, bet that mouth isn't good for anything except talking shit.”

“Oh I'll make you fuckin’ cum alright,” Kid purred, liking the idea of fucking the attitude out of Nina more and more by the second, “I'll have you screaming my fuckin’ name, just like Kil does.”

“Like I'd let a caveman like you get a taste of me,” Nina teased, turning to wiggle her ass in a seductive manner at Kid, knowing it would rile him up. She wanted to see how far he'd go with his threats. Her hands teased down Killer's front, looking over her shoulder at Kid to challenge him, hands moving possessively over Killer's toned chest as though to say ‘this is mine, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Alright, that's quite enough out of you,” Killer sighed, picking Nina up and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as she squeaked in protest. He didn't like being used as a pawn in the middle of whatever this weird sexual tension going on between her and Kid was. Killer began walking away with his angry passenger, looking back at Kid who stood in the same spot as he had been, trying to not let it show that Nina's teasing had in fact had an effect on him. “You coming or not?”

“Ey?” Kid replied, confused.

“You got her riled up, you're gonna deal with her,” Killer replied sternly, making Kid forget for a second who the captain was. “She's being a fucking brat because of your inability to keep your mouth shut, and I don't have the energy for that right now, so you're gonna fix it.”

“He's the fucking brat!” Nina shouted, trying to fight her way off Killer's shoulder but unable to compete with his strength.

“You and I both know that's not true, princess,” Killer replied, continuing his warpath to his room. Kid followed behind, not getting to close since Nina was facing him, and she looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out. He followed Killer inside the first mate's private quarters, closing and bolting the door behind them as Killer dumped Nina unceremoniously on the bed, her body bouncing slightly on impact. She scrambled on the mattress like she was making to attack Kid, but Killer quickly grabbed her, pulling her by her ankles until she was bent over his lap.

“You weren't being nice out there,” Killer sighed, yanking down Nina's shorts and panties without warning. She and Kid suddenly went shy as Nina's ass was laid bare, the two of them not looking at each other. “Count.” Killer said plainly as he raised his hand and brought it down on Nina's ass, the clap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Nina whimpered in pain and arousal, Killer knew exactly what he was doing. It was punishment, but it was also foreplay to get her more comfortable with Kid. “Nina,” Killer growled when she didn't reply.

“No!” She spat back. Killer smacked her again, harder this time, leaving an obvious handprint on her soft ass. “One,” she whimpered. She knew better than to say ‘two’, when she hadn't correctly counted the first smack. Killer administered four more, Nina obediently counting each. At five he pushed her off his lap and stood, leaving her confused, and a little under sated. “You usually go to ten?” She asked, disappointed.

“Kid will do the rest,” he explained, gesturing for Kid to take his place on the bed. The captain hesitantly did so, and Nina was immediately bent over his lap by the blonde. She could feel his large erection under her belly, but it only served to flare her aggression. Killer saw the spark of rebellion in her eyes, and knelt in front of her face, running his fingers through her fringe and making a fist to pull it tight, forcing her head up. “Behave,” he warned. Nina furrowed her brows and spat at him, the saliva dripping down his mask. “Ten more it is then, on top of the five you have left. Kid.”

Killer had been careful to make sure Nina's ass was facing Kid's flesh hand, and he brought it down eagerly, his cock twitching as Nina whined. She refused to give in though, and Kid growled at the lack of counting and spanked her twice more. She squirmed and whimpered, but refused to give up on her defiance.

“No good,” Killer clicked his tongue, squeezing Nina's face between his thumb and fingers so her lips pursed, “we'll just have to fuck it out of her, till she's too fucked dumb to have an attitude.”

He grabbed Nina by the hair again and threw her on the bed, pulling off her goggles and shoes, pulling her shorts and panties the rest of the way off, and tearing her shirt open to free her tits. He was being rough, but he knew Nina would use her safe word if he went too far. He wrapped his hand around her neck as he climbed onto the bed, using his other hand to unfasten his sash and binding her hands with it. “Fuck, Kil,” Kid grinned, “you sure the tiny thing can take this sort of treatment?”

“She'll say ‘chainsaw’ if she wants us to stop,” Killer replied, unfastening his pants and pulling his hard cock free. He grabbed Nina by her hair again and pulled her onto all fours, her ass pointed at Kid, who had to hold back a groan as he got his first look at her cunt. “Put that mouth of yours to better use,” Killer instructed, tapping the head of his cock against Nina's firmly closed lips. She scowled up at him, refusing to give him what he wanted. “Nina, open,” he commanded. When she refused still he pinched her nose shut with a frustrated sigh, until she had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. He forced his cock in her mouth as soon as her lips parted, making her whine, but she accepted her fate and started to bob her head on his cock. She was so addicted to him that once she got that first taste, she couldn't deny him any longer. “See there, Kid?” Killer hummed, “you just have to be firm with her. Quit standing there gawking, play with her cunt or something. You wanna fuck her or not?”

Kid, who had been not so casually palming himself over his pants, eagerly stepped forward, climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind Nina. He admired the red prints on her ass, giving her a softer, more playful slap that made her groan on Killer's cock, before soothing over the flesh with his cool metal hand. He spread her cheeks apart, labia shifting as he did so, exposing the glistening folds between. He ran two fingers down her wet cunt, before giving her no mercy and pushing two thick fingers inside her.

“Fuck!” Nina cried out, pulling off Killer's cock, “fat fucking fingers, be careful!”

“Yer fuckin’ dripping,” Kid gawked, “needy fucking slut.”

“No shit fuckass,” Nina bit back, "you gonna do something about it or not?”

“Keep talking shit and I'll show you fuck ass,” Kid warned, making her pussy squelch as he pumped her with his fingers, enjoying the way her gummy wet walls squeezed around him.

“Bet,” Nina struggled to get out between stifled moans, “I wouldn't even feel your tiny baby carrot fucking me, I've taken shits bigger than your cock.”

“What, is that a challenge?” Kid growled, “Cos I'll fuck yer ass till you can't sit if you don't watch yer fuckin’ mouth. You'll be feeling it for the next three fuckin’ weeks.”

“Then I guess I'm gonna keep talking shit,” Nina spat back, using her bound hands to jack Killer off, not wanting him to feel ignored. Killer would have forced his cock back in her mouth by now, but he wanted to see where this was going.

“You want me to fuck your ass?” Kid asked with a raised brow.

“How else am I gonna take both of you?” Nina replied, like they were both fucking stupid.

“I just assumed we'd spit roast you,” Kid exchanged a questioning look with Killer, who shrugged in response.

“Spit roasting is for pussies,” Nina growled, “do you think I'm a pussy?”

“No..” Kid replied sheepishly.

“Good, so shut the fuck up and fuck me already,” Nina spat, rocking backwards to fuck herself on Kid's fingers since he'd momentarily stopped moving them, “I want my holes filled, get to it, I’m gonna dry up from old age over here.”

“Fuckin brat,” Kid grumbled, pulling his fingers out of Nina and smacking her reddened ass, “Kil, you got lube?”

”Who do you think I am, of course I have lube,” he rolled his eyes under his mask, leaning back to rummage in the top drawer of his side table, “You want plain or strawberry?”

“Plain is fin-” Kid started.

‘Strawberry!” Nina cut him off.

“He didn't ask you, brat!” Kid complained, “Yer getting plain!”

“I wouldn't fight her if I was yo-” Killer began to warn, already grabbing the strawberry.

“I want strawberry!” Nina pouted, “I want a strawberry scented ass!”

“For fucksake,” Kid grumbled, holding out his hand for the lube.

“STRAWBERRY! SCENTED! ASS!” Nina shouted.

“OKAY FINE, FUCKING HELL,” Kid shouted back, “I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR FUCKIN’ FRUIT ASS YOU FUCKIN’ FRUITASS!”

Killer took the opportunity to remove his mask and tie his hair in a low ponytail as Kid squirted a generous amount of lube above Nina's asshole, letting it drip down before spreading it with one finger around the ring of muscle. Killer took his place back in front of Nina, who took his cock back in her mouth with no argument this time, looking up at him with half lidded eyes that closed as Kid sunk a finger inside her. She moaned on Killer's cock as Kid worked her open, and Killer grabbed her short pigtails to guide her movements as she got lost concentrating on Kid's fingers in her asshole as he added a second. His fingers were thick, she was probably stretched enough from just two to take any average man's cock, but Kid was far from average and knew he would need to work more to get her prepared to take him. He wanted to fuck the attitude out of her, but he didn't want to actually hurt her. His metal hand came up underneath her, and he pressed one finger to her clit and used his devil fruit to vibrate the metal, making Nina pull off Killer's cock with a surprised whine. “Fuck, Kid!”

“That's more like it,” he purred, “now we're getting somewhere. Go ahead and scream my name when you cum for me, little spitfire.”

“N-no!” Nina cried out. Kid replied by increasing the intensity of the vibrations and bullying a third finger into her ass, pumping her hard and fast.

“Then I guess you'll just have to not cum, aye?” Killer spoke in a voice that was so low it was almost terrifying, “You can scream your captain's name, or we can leave you here wanting. Maybe I'll just fuck Kid instead. Tie you to the bed and make you watch.”

“No! Please don't stop!” Nina whined, she felt like if they stopped now she might combust, “I'll be good!”

“Scream for me, bitch,” Kid growled, pressing his metal finger hard against her bud.

“Fuck, fuck!” Nina groaned, “cumming, fuck, Kid!” Her whole body shook as she let out a choked roar of a moan, Kid giving Killer a pleased grin as he pulled his fingers from her ass and she all but collapsed against the bed.

“You're not done yet, princess,” Killer purred, “we haven't gotten ours yet.”

“She's blissed out already and she ain't even had a cock yet,” Kid grumbled.

“She can take more, can't you princess?” Killer cooed as he squeezed Nina's face. She gave a weak whine and nodded, and he gave her face a soft appreciative slap. He let her lay back against the bed while the two men undressed, and Nina's eyes flicked between both of them hungrily as she rolled onto her back, thighs rubbing together as her need grew again at the two thick erections presented to her.

“Meow!”

“Oh for fucksake, ZAP!” Killer groaned, chasing the cat around the bedroom.

“Where the fuck did he come from?” Kid growled.

“My son likes to sleep in the laundry basket,” Nina replied matter-of-factly, “Zap! Come to mama!”

“No! Not to mama!” Killer complained, trying to grab the cat as it jumped up on the bed. He scruffed Zap and carried him out of the room, ignoring Nina's sad whines, placing the cat firmly on the hallway floor and shutting the door quickly before Zap could sneak back in. “Fucking cockblock.”

“Aw, Zap doesn't mean it!” Nina replied, before Killer grabbed her and made her giggle by flipping them both so she was laying on top of him. Kid took his queue to climb up on the bed behind her, settling between Killer's legs. Nina bit her lip as she reached between her legs to position Killer's cock, sinking down onto it with a relieved sigh. “Ah, doesn't get any better than that,” Nina grinned.

“We'll see about that,” Kid grunted, fisting himself to coat his cock in lube and applying more to Nina's ass. Killer held her flat against him, keeping her from squirming while Kid lined himself up. Nina squeaked as he pushed the head of his cock against her asshole, only pressing in the tip before pausing as he met resistance.

“Breathe, princess,” Killer soothed, “relax sweetheart, let him in.”

Nina whimpered against Killer's clavicle as Kid slowly pushed in further, attitude entirely forgotten as both her holes were filled and she clawed at the sheets either side of Killer. She let out a low whine as Kid fully seated himself, stilling inside her as she adjusted to the fullness. “Fuck yer tight,” Kid groaned. He made an experimental pull almost all the way out, before pushing back in again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nina groaned, “yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

“Say no more,” Kid replied, grabbing her hips and giving her a hard thrust that made her scream. Killer exchanged a shit eating grin with the captain over Nina's shoulder as she buried her face against his chest, before he too began to move, making thrusts up into Nina's cunt to match Kid's harsh pace. Nina screamed like a bitch in heat as both men fucked her hard, making Killer grunt as she took out her overstimulation on him, biting and sucking at his chest and leaving marks all over his tan skin. Kid's hands were leaving bruises on Nina's hips as he held them tight, showing no mercy with his pace.

“Good girl,” Killer cooed, “does that feel good? Your holes nice and full now?”

“Yes!” Nina cried, “so- so full! Gonna cum again!”

“Cum for us then, princess,” Killer purred. Nina immediately bit down on his shoulder, making Killer swear as she let out a muffled moan against his skin and clamped down around their cocks. Killer's thighs grew wet with her release as she quivered, but neither man let up, prolonging the orgasm. She went boneless between them, a ragdoll for them to fuck, completely dick drunk and making weak moans.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kid groaned, “can I cum inside her Kil?”

“Fill her up,” Killer replied with his own grunts, close to cumming as well, “fuck, I'm close.”

“One more from her?” Kid asked.

“Aye,” Killer agreed, the two of them working in tandem to hold back their own peaks while they forced Nina to another. “Come on Nina, one more sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

Nina shook her head against him, but the coil in her stomach was already pulling tight again, she couldn't deny it. She made a surprised gasp as Kid smacked her ass, feeling a rush of electricity through her body that reignited her. “Fuck, do that again,” she moaned. Kid complied, giving her a series of smacks, alternating which cheek he focused on as he kept up his brutal thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, cumming!” She screamed, seeing stars and shaking hard. She had a blissed out smile on her face as she collapsed against Killer, who groaned at her pussy still fluttering around him from the aftershocks of her orgasm and couldn't hold back any longer. He swore as he emptied his balls, and Kid quickly followed suit, giving one last hard thrust before stilling deep inside Nina's ass and painting her walls white.

“Fucking hell,” Kid panted as he pulled his cock out and collapsed next to them.

“Say thank you, princess,” Killer forced out between hard breaths.

“Th-thank you,” Nina stuttered, half asleep.

“Maybe yer not so bad,” Kid teased, patting Nina's bare ass playfully as he groaned at his stiff joints and climbed out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Nina asked in a sad tone that surprised both men.

“Oh I- I thought we were done here,” Kid replied unsurely.

“Go get a wet cloth from my bathroom, then come back,” Killer told him, “you're staying with us.”

“You sure?” Kid asked, eyes flicking between them as Nina rolled off Killer, who quickly untied her wrists and threw his sash to the floor.

“We're sure,” she confirmed, reaching out to hold his hand, “stay.”

“Okay,” Kid replied softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I'll stay.”

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24. Graveyard

Notes: Prompt list by @obeymetournaments !! Mammon and Solomon visiting their favorite spot together. Mammon/Solomon/Paula (my mc). Angst. Past death. Enjoy?

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Mammon huffed, walking side by side with Solomon along the path. As they veered off it, and came up on a familiar patch of grass, he began to relax. When had he become so tense anyway? Maybe the second they stepped through the entrance gate.

The two of them made themselves comfortable, laying down before turning onto their sides to face each other. Mammon’s fingers idly plucked at some blades of grass, twisting them around his fingers.

Solomon reached for his hand, always making the first move. Mammon ignored the way his cheeks went hot, a stark contrast to the sorcerer's cold skin.

“Why are your hands always so cold, damn it?”

”That just means you’ll have to warm them up for me. You don’t mind, now do you?”

”Tch. And you say I’m the needy one here. Startin’ to think that’s a lie.”

“Oh? I suppose I can let go of your hand if-“

”I DIDN'T SAY LET GO. Don’t ya dare…”

Mammon gripped Solomon’s hand tight, practically crushing it within his own. Yet Solomon only smiled at him, a quiet laugh making it past his lips. He stroked his thumb across Mammon’s knuckles.

”As you command, darling,”

”That’s more like it,” Mammon scoffed, loosening his hold to something more gentle. Bringing his other hand up, he toyed with the gold band on Solomon’s ring finger.

“My love…” Mammon murmured under his breath, reciting the engraving on Solomon's band. Two beats of silence.

“…transcends time,” Solomon finished off, saying out loud the words that were engraved on Mammon's band.

The two of them laid there in comfortable silence, content to hold hands. It was their routine by now. But the two of them had been so busy, it had been a month since they last visited.

”Do you think she’s having fun?” Solomon was the one to break the silence today.

“I hope so. She better be, or I’ll kick her ass when I see her again.”

Solomon’s smile wavered, but he nodded, squeezing Mammon’s hand gently.

“Maybe she’s finally getting some rest,” Mammon grunted quietly, thumping his foot against the grass.

“I don’t believe she even knows the definition of the word rest. She’s as bad as Lucifer, I’d say.” Solomon chuckled.

”Like you’re any better. I woke up to you trying to read in bed with some dumb ball of light last night.”

”Ah, yes…. I already apologized for that. I hadn’t believed it would end up being that bright…”

They fell back into easy silence. Usually they would have brought along a game, or food for a picnic, but today they were content to simply enjoy themselves. How had it been two years already since they began coming here?

Solomon noticed the way Mammon’s gaze would linger on their matching gold bands, occasionally darting towards the grass.

“….Is it wrong that it’s getting easier?”

”No. I…. Feel the same.”

”I miss her like crazy. I do! But now…. Now I can smile more when I think of her. Instead of being angry about it…”

”I believe she’d want that for us. I’m not sure if I’m there yet,” Solomon forced out a laugh. “I regret not-“

”Oi,” Mammon let go of Solomon’s hand and pinched his cheek before cupping it. “She wouldn’t have wanted you to keep… To keep having regrets. You can’t go back and change it-“

Solomon glanced to the side. Mammon narrowed his eyes.

“Like I was sayin’… Don’t stay stuck on what you can’t change. You know the shit she listens to. All about- About not changing things. Even when you know the ending.”

Solomon hummed, pressing into Mammon’s palm. Sliding his hand up until he covered the demon’s hand with his own.

”You have a point sometimes.”

”All the time, jerk.”

”Darling.”

”Tch…Chowderhead.”

”You’ll never let that one go, will you?”

”The same way we’ll never let go of Paula. Deal with it.”

“Alright. Just for you, my love.”

Another while passed as they laid there, reminiscing. Mammon finally sat up when he felt ready. Solomon sat up as well, giving him a curious look.

”Sol, did you remember the flowers?”

Solomon nodded, snapping his fingers as a bouquet appeared in his lap in the next moment. Blue roses. Paula’s favorite.

”We’re going to be late for our reservation, huh?”

”Yeah. And Paula wouldn’t want that I’m sure. She'd probably get mad at us if we were.”

Solomon got to his feet, joints cracking in protest in a way that had Mammon snickering. Still, Solomon only rolled his eyes fondly and helped Mammon to his feet.

The two of them set the bouquet down together in it’s designated holder. They each kissed the tips of their fingers, before pressing them against smooth stone with the tenderness only a lover would know.

Mammon and Solomon laced their hands together, casting one last glance at the tombstone and it’s engravings, before heading off to their reservation for their anniversary. Where a third setting would be set, but never filled.

Here lies Paula.

Beloved friend, sorcerer, and fiancee.

In our hearts, memories, and dreams of the future.

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