#so i zip my mouth and fix her shit

[hoshanti]

some old lady was so rude to me and i had to be "rude" back

[ellecdc]

hi i’m obsessed with all your work. you’re so talented!!!!! i was wondering if you could write barty crouch jr x reader where they have a fight or he messes up on the day of halloween so she dresses up really slutty for the halloween party to punish him

poor barty - thoughts and prayers, also I made this Potter!reader for no real reason but it felt right

Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who forces him to atone for his sins [1.3k words]

CW: sacrilege, blasphemy, dressing provocatively, fighting with your boyfriend

You took a breath (which sounded far more like a huff in your current state) before you knocked (read: banged none too gently) on your friend’s dormitory door. 

You heard a murmur and some shuffling before the door propped open, opening further once Dorcas saw who was standing on the other side.

“Hey Potter. Alright?”

“Yeah, fine. Is your girlfriend here?” You forced out as you tried to look over Dorcas’ shoulder, only turning your gaze back to her when she didn’t respond to notice an arched eyebrow as she considered you. 

“Hi, Dorcas. How are you?” You groaned.

“Well, thank you. What can I do for you?” She responded primly.

“Is Marlene here?” 

“Why yes she is!” A different voice sounded before Marlene - in all of her blonde-hair-with-a-purple-streak glory - stood on her tiptoes to rest her chin on Dorcas’ shoulder. “What can I do for you, gorgeous?” 

You took another deep breath - more steadying this time - before you gave Marlene what you hoped to be your most determined expression. “I want you to help me look like a whore tonight.” 

Dorcas’ mouth fell open slightly as she brought her hand up in a silent gasp, but Marlene’s face simply broke out into a shit-eating grin as she looked you up and down. 

“It would be my pleasure.” 

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That’s how you found yourself a few hours later standing in the middle of the seventh year Gryffindor girls’ dorm as Marlene, Lily, Mary, and Dorcas fussed over you. 

“So, what exactly did Junior do for you to do this to him?” Dorcas drawled as she fastened a red velvet choker around your neck. 

“How is that even a question, Cas?” Mary asked from in front of you where she was fixing some glitter to various points of your face. “It’s Junior.” 

“It’s a man.” Marlene added.

“I’m sure he deserves it.” Lily agreed as she zipped up the red thigh high leather boots on your fishnet stocking clad legs. 

“Oh I don’t doubt that he deserves it. This just seems a little extreme for Potter.” 

You let out another huff as you smoothed a hand down the front of the bodice of your corset. 

“He was supposed to match me tonight.” You sighed, all four girls pausing in their current tasks to look at you. “But he said he, Reg, and Evan had the best idea for a group costume.” 

“And you let him?” Marlene asked in disbelief.

“Well what was I supposed to do?! Say no?”

“Yeah!” The four girls chorused.

“No.” You scoffed, your previous determination once again colouring your features. “I shouldn’t have to ask him to do things with me, he should want to do things with me! If he’d rather wear matching costumes with his mates, fine.” 

“Bully for him.” Mary murmured as she stepped back to appreciate your form. 

“Lucky for the rest of us, though…” Marlene added as she joined Mary; giving you a once over with an expression of hunger she didn’t even bother to hide before shooting you a salacious wink.

“I’d say,” Lily agreed, “you look downright sinful.” 

You smirked as you looked at yourself in the mirror, devil horns sitting in your perfectly styled hair that Dorcas did for you, your makeup bold and beautiful and so sparkly thanks to Mary, the red corset cinched perfectly around your waist and accentuating every curve of your body to - as Lily put so eloquently - sinful perfection with a very short ruffled skirt that gave way to fishnets and the red leather thigh high boots that made your legs look as if they went on for days. 

“Fuck I look hot.”

Marlene let out a bark of laughter as Mary came up behind you and smoothed her hands over your waist. 

“Go give him hell.” 

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“What the fuck, bug?” James squawked as he spotted you in the common room; you and the girls walking in once the party was in full swing. 

“Hi James, you look really nice too.” Lily deadpanned when her boyfriend hadn’t even bothered commenting on her costume.

“Lils, you look perfect; hi angel, hi love. I’m sorry. But what the fuck did you do to my sister?”

“How do you know I had anything to do with it?” Lily scoffed.

“Please,” James started, “this is absolutely your handiwork.”

“It is.” Lily agreed quickly, clearly proud of her work.

“Uh oh…” Sirius drawled as he and Remus - dressed as the big bad wolf and little red riding hood - sauntered over as he gave you an appreciative once over. “What’d Junior do now?” 

“He better count his blessings…” Remus added with a smirk as he shot you a wink.

“I doubt he has a snowball's chance in hell.” Dorcas snickered.

The conversation was interrupted at the sound of a glass shattering. 

“Wha-” Barty started, standing in the middle of the party as people backed away from the shards of what was once a cup that had been in his hand (and any other potential chaos one Barty Crouch Junior might cause) giving him a clear view of you.

“Thoughts and prayers, Junior.” Marlene snickered as she slapped a patronising hand on his back and your friends all dispersed. 

“Treasure, I-”

“You’re not allowed to call me that right now.” You muttered as you crossed your arms. 

Barty’s face fell somewhere near devastation as he took careful steps towards you. 

“Really? It was so important for you to blow me off so you could dress up like a priest?” 

He winced as he seemed to fight against the urge to reach a hand out for you. “It…we convinced Evan to dress up as a nun.”

You made an unimpressed hum. “And Regulus?”

“A monk…he even has the funny haircut- you know what, it’s not important, I’m-”

“No, no. Don’t do that.” You cut him off. “It was clearly very important yesterday when you blew off your own girlfriend the day before the party to play dress up with your friends.” 

“Treasure-”

“Barty.”

“Y/N, I- I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“I’d say.” Regulus snorted as he walked behind you and very clearly let his eyes trail from the skin of your shoulders down to your legs and back up again. “Merlin, Potter. Or- should I say Jesus Christ.” 

You rolled your eyes at Regulus but couldn’t help the smirk that took over your face at his muggle-religion blaspheme. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, really; I…I got too excited yesterday and wasn’t thinking, obviously. I know I wouldn’t have felt very good if you’d done this to me…” 

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend who did have the graces to look chagrined. 

“I think you’re just saying that because I look hot.”

Barty let out a sigh and tilted his head at you. “You always look hot…though I have to admit this feels a little like torture.”

“That’s too bad,” you huffed, “I was hoping it would feel a lot like torture.” 

“Treasure.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. Really, I- what can I do? Tell me how I can fix this.”

You kept your arms crossed and refused to look at him.

“Tell me. How can I atone for my sins?” He whispered, swallowing thickly as you watched his Adam's apple disappear behind his clerical collar. “Or will I be forced to live in this purgatory for eternity?”

You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth to avoid the smile threatening to take over your face. “You’ll have to repent.” You offered with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Yes.” Barty hissed as he nodded emphatically. “What’s my penance, gorgeous? Tell me.”  

And that’s how - in the middle of the Gryffindor common room on this all hallows’ eve - one could find a priest on his knees in worship at the feet of his devil.

[hearts4chriss]

Watch ur mouth.

toxic!chris x fwb!blackfem

prompt: your out at a party with Chris ( wearing top left corner ) and you start to piss him off, flirting with guys, ur tits nearly being exposed already had pissed him off and on top of that ur attitude he apparently didn’t like, so he fixes it for you

ok so this wasn’t requested but she asked for the part where you flirt with a guy so - @buckys-cumdumpster 💋 semi requested

Contains: sub!reader!, rough!dom!chris!, face fucking ( hip thrusting ), car sex, stomach bulge, missionary, overstimulation, creampie, HEAVY degrading, pet names, hair pulling, dacryphilia, cum eating, unprotected sex ( don’t do this !! ), dumification!kink, mentions of safeword ( not actually used ), dirty talk,

lord.

Chris and I had been talking for a bit and he always manages to do some shit to piss me off and yet here I am. Going to a party with him after he just got on my nerves.

Nonetheless, this meant id have “a bad attitude” Chris calls it which already annoyed me so I decided I was gonna fuck with him.

I wore his favourite outfit on me the pants hugged my curves making ass pop out and them being low rise showing my dermal piercings and the fitted jacket made my tits look good as I didn’t zip it up all the way and this outfit would always result in something sexual, fingering or his cock buried inside me butttt I wanted to push his limits too see how far he’d go.

I finished my makeup and spraying water and putting curling products on my hair only zipping up my jacket too my lower boob allowing my tits to sit perfectly guaranteed too drive Chris crazy .

I grabbed my lip gloss and heard chris honking outside and I stepped out and hopped into his car.

Chris's eyes immediately shifted to my exposed chest and shifted his facial expression.

What did I tell you about this outfit? Chris sighed deeply gripping the steering wheel tightly and I smirked too myself already getting a rise out of him

Im wearing it like what is ur problem? I snap back running my fingers in my hair as it curved at my ass guaranteed to drive him insane.

I watch his jaw clench as we ride in silence before pulling up too this party he dragged me too.

I got out the car walking into the party disappearing in the crowd of people leaving Chris with his own thoughts.

The party had been going on for just about an hour and I had been lost in the music and alcohol. Nonetheless I wasn’t drunk but something tells me Chris was not going to be happy.

Playin games by summer walker & Bryson tiller played and immediately I rush too go dance, slowly moving my hips to the song.

this lasted before a guy, who was fairly attractive comes behind me moving my hips with his as I leaned back resting my head on his shoulder.

I look around the room and my eyes lock with Chris’s, he looks like he could explode any second, gripping tightly on his beer.

Chris’s pov

Is she fucking kidding me? I mean come on I’m way better looking than he is and he’s not even doing it right.

I know she’s only doing this to piss me off because of our little argument earlier. But fuck she looks so good

And she knows that my favourite outfit on her, the way it rests on her lower waist allowing her dermal piercings to show and how the pants hugged her curves outlining her ass just how I like. And then the fitted jacket to match- the way her tits rested from how she zipped it I wanted to bury my head in between them and inside of her

I watched how she moved her ass on his crotch and my blood boiled, knowing that’s supposed to be me, she’s mine, only I can touch her and fuck her as good as I do, hence why she’s never left.

Then she locked eyes with me and continued doing what she pleased? This women.

She shouldn’t have done that because she has no idea what I’ll do to her, god it just turned me on thinking of everything I was about to do to her. One thing I knew for sure.

I was gonna tear that ass up.

me clueless I didn’t really pay attention to Chris, I was consumed by alcohol and the sensual loud music filling my ears and shooting through my body.

Until I felt familiar hand, grip my arm.

“Let’s go”. Chris’s voice lingers on my neck pulling me away from the guy who quickly scoffed moving onto to another girl. What an ass

“Chris Chris ur pulling my arm!” I wince as he drags me out the party due to nobody paying attention and to the car pinning me on it with my stomach on the hood.

“You think that shits funny?” He says in almost a mocking tone before leaving a harsh smack too my clothed ass and I let out a yelp.

“Answer me I’m not playing with you.” Chris spoke lowly before repeating that same action.

“Chris okay okay! I’m sorry! I whimper and he chuckles standing me up.

"better, now get in the backseat". He demands and I follow and he climbs in shutting the door.

"I’m sick of ur attitude, you need to learn how to watch ur mouth". He grips my throat and I gag and nod.

"gonna put it to good use". A chuckle falls from his lips as he man spreads unbuckling his belt and I position myself between his legs.

"useless come help me yeah?" Chris rolls his eyes playfully and I sit up my nails clicking with his belt and pulling his pants down with his boxers allowing his hard and thick cock to spring out and hit his stomach.

The tip was a deep pink just oozing with pre cum.

"gonna suck this dick so good yeah?" He says spreads his pre-cum on my lips and I nod before sitting up.

"Nu uh, were doing my way, ur gonna take my dick the way I want". Chris smirks slightly before pulling my hair making my throat take al of him.

"Fuck- love that pretty mouth on me shit-" he groans matching my movements with his aggressive ones as he yanks my hair quickly and roughly not giving me time in between.

The slurping sounds of my mouth and his cock were almost pornographic as tears in my eyes already producing, Chris's moans shooting right to my core pulsating for him to be buried inside me.

"That's right be a good little slut and take it". Chris rests his head on the plush seats gripping my hair as he bites his lip my doe watery eyes meeting his seductive gaze

His hand gripping my hair forcing me to take all of his cock in my throat as a mixture of my salvia and his pre cum coats my lips and dribbles down my chin.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, I wanna watch you- " he groaned as I peered at him through my lashes as he began thrusting his hips purposely as his cock hits the back of my throat making me gag.

"Fuck look at that- sound so much better with my dick in ur slutty mouth huh". Chris lets out a breathy laugh tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched me struggle to take all of him.

Chris would not let up on his hip thrusts making my eyes water more each time as his dick size caused me to hollow my cheeks as he grips my hair tighter so get a quicker orgasm.

"that’s right you wanted to have all this mouth now I’m filling it with my cum-" Chris moans forcing my head all the way down my nose resting on his lower abdomen as his warm load shoots in my throat dribbling down as he lets me up his cum dripping down my mouth.

"Speechless already?" He chuckles wiping his thumb along my bottom lip collecting the excess semen slipping it into my mouth as I sucked it clean.

"Good girl. Now strip." He demanded manspreading as I unzipped my jacket first freeing my tits as I sat up pulling down my leggings revealing my red lace thong, Chris’s favorite

"wearing my favorite pair of panties huh? While grinding on some other guy?" Chris spoke angrily and shakes his head placing me back flat on the car seats.

"You just couldn’t wait to be fucked by me. Isn’t that right sweetheart?" His hand grips my face as he spoke in a coax voice and a whimpered at the sudden grasp.

"yeah you like it when I do this to you? Gripping you up like a whore? Huh?" He squeezed slightly harder and I nodded.

"Yes Chris I love it when you do this to me-" I groan feeling my lips smushed together and he smirked releasing his grip.

He leaned up taking off his jeans and boxers fully and his black hoodie.

He pulls me close gripping my legs pushing them up on his shoulders before slamming into me as I let out a loud moan.

"Shit ma- such a tight fuckin pussy- all for me right?" Chris let out a deep moan as he pushed his hips against the back of my thighs roughly knocking the wind out of my lunges.

"Fuck Chris s-slow down!" I cry out feeling his size burn into my pussy as he didn’t let me adjust the way I wanted, he was pissed.

"oh really? You don’t want this? Maybe I should call the other guy yeah?" He rests his forearm behind my head pressing our bodies together my legs in the air.

"fuck fuck no! I-I only want you!" I whimper as my eyes met his dark lustful blues his jaw clenched at the sight of me.

"good girl, sound so much better on my cock." His breath was on my neck before he positioned my legs back on his shoulders gripping my waist tightly snapping his hips with the back of my thighs abusing my cunt

At the pace he was going I couldn’t even think straight, the way his dick perfectly filled me up and his deep groans filled my ears.

"Oh fuck- Chris ur so fucking deep-" my moan and whimper fuelled his ego more as I was going to be fucked speechless already feeling my vocals fade.

"Look at that- such a fucking whore". Chris muttered gripping my neck allowing his hips to thrust harder as I was now unable to even utter words.

"shit- already? Where’s that attitude gone baby-" Chris gave me fake pout, pure anger and lust in his voice whilst he literally was fucking me speechless.

The position we were in allowed the tip of Chris’s cock to brush on my g-spot making me squeal slightly as the sounds of our skin meshing together fills the car.

"look at you, all dumb acting because of my cock so pathetic baby-" his devilish smirk grows as he watches how fucked out I look all because of his dick

"mmhm f-fuck Chris-" I cry out pathetically babbling as I shudder in his grasp, bound to leave bruises.

I noticed him not speaking and that’s when I noticed him looking down at my stomach seeing his dick poke through each thrust.

"yeah? You feel me in ur stomach? probably like this shit don’t you sweetheart". He mocked pressing a hand on my stomach and I moaned out loudly tears forming in my waterline

"you look so pretty when you cry mama". His expression softened for a second before that dominance took over quickly once more

Chris’s pace didn’t let up and my stomach began to tighten and I swore I was seeing stars, everything was a blur but fuck it felt so good.

"ugh- fuck your gonna cum- shouldn’t let ur slutty ass cum after the shit you pulled-" he says under his breath, a hint of his aggression still lingering as he reaches to rub my clit.

"better start begging baby". Chris looks at me and my eyes widen as I could barely even form words together and his request was way out of proportion.

"Fuck! P-please Chris I-i need to cum-" I whimper taking many breaths between my words hearing him scoff and how he damn near fucked me out of my vocabulary.

"That’s a good girl, cum on my dick baby show me how good I make you feel". That raspy voice of his always made me feel so many thoughts, just enough for that knot in my stomach to burst my cum began to drip down his thick cock still thrusting inside of me making me perk up

"C-Chris sensitive!" I squeal pushing his stomach away and he pins my hands above my head pressing his chest on mine being nose to nose.

"You know the safe word baby, better think fast because I’m not stopping". He breathes heavily onto my lips pressing a deep kiss against them as they swell.

"shit ma- your pussy feels so fuckin good- could stay in it all day-" Chris let out a breathy moan continuing to fuck me senseless as tears streamed down my face from overwhelming pleasure.

"oh god- Chris please-" I shudder putting my hand up and he immediately takes it holding him and he grunts feeling his own orgasm creep up along with a second one for me.

"I know baby your doing so fucking good for me- just one more yeah? He presses a kiss to my neck and I nodded as he rammed into me.

"fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cum again-" I throw my head back and he didn’t prefer that so he gave me a look and my head shit up again as I gripped his hand tighter and he gave me a smirk.

"I’m not slowing down sweetheart- fuck just one more-" he moaned pressing his body on mine as our noses touched moaning into each other's mouths.

The tension was at an all time high, the car smelled like a sex aroma mixed with his cologne and my Dior perfume and his occasional “fuck” and my cries of his name as his cock twitched inside me of me.

"fuck- look at me I wanna see that pretty face when you cum-" Chris plants a deep kiss on my lips as I maintain eye contact with him feeling that knot in my stomach begin to burst.

"Chris I’m- fuck!" I screamed one final cry of his name before my juices coated his cock and lower stomach as his cum painted my walls.

We sat there for a minute catching our breaths before he spoke again

"You drive me insane baby-" he pants resting his head on my shoulder and I let out a breathy chuckle.

"What can I say-" I smile pushing my hair out of my face and he sits up sliding out of my tight hole making me wince.

"Shit you okay?" I didn’t hurt you did I? Chris scans my body carefully taking in the bruises of his fingers on my waist and neck.

"I’m okay- just tired and sore-" I shudder a bit when I meet his gaze, a soft one.

"When we get home I’ll run you a bath and we can watch a movie or some corny shit-" he let out a chuckle but that alone made me so happy.

I’d really like that. I say to myself but out loud I say

That's sweet- thank you Chris-

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[tra1nchi]

💋anon

Ftm reader that has a academy rival. Rival just hates reader so much for being all selfish and full of himself, still being smart and with good grades.

Until he founds reader masturbating himself with a dildo, moaning for his name (n well, he has to help reader <33)

Degradation kink plss🙏🏻 (not me putting this in all my ask😭 ima cheap slut for this)

Loveee love love,,MINORS DNI!! Bttm ftm reader,,Dildo fucking,, Degradation,, Slight hate/revenge sex,,

Such a cocky little shit you were!! Over hearing you boasting to your friend about how you always got A's!! While he stared at his computer,,a large C written at the top of his paper!! He really wanted to wipe that smug smirk off your face,,

Since his college professor had noticed him struggling with the material of her class,, she decided for her classes next assignment that it would be group work!! And guess who she put him with,,,you!! >□<

She was officially on his least favourite professors list!! Working with you on a project was hell,,you were so bossy!! Making him fix every miniscule of a mistake he made!! Grumbling under his breath as he saw you make a clear misspell of a word,,so tempted to scold you as well,,,

Being so close to finishing the project!! Getting soo excited to not have to see you everytime you both had tome off from classes,,holding his bag off his shoulder as he headed to your dorm room!!!

But all he heard coming from your room was the sound of soft moans,,raising an eyebrow as he had no idea a smart ass like you was sexually active,,trying to hold back his perverted mind,,but he really needed the project done!!

Slowly opening your unlocked door to your dorm,,it was like you wanted him to walk in!!! His cheeks flushed red from the immediate sight of you laying on your bed!!

The dildo was large from what he could tell,,curved at the top with one very prominent vein going down the middle!! You didn't seem focused on putting it inside though,,rubbing it lazily along your folds as you didn't seem to notice him her!! Too engrossed in your pussy!!

He was startled when you slowly started to push it inside of yourself!! Freezing up as he felt his cock start to harden from the soft mutter of his name coming from your plump lips!! Since when did you even think of him in that way??

Accidentally knocking his hand against your door as he tried to cover his mouth!! Your wide eyes staring over at him as you stopped moving the dildo in and out of your dripping cunt!!

"Sorry I.." He was on the verge of apologising but you only smiled at him,, continuing your movements while you kept eyes contact with him!! Almost begging him with your eyes to replace the dildo with his cock!!

"You..annoying bitch.." His steps were heavy as he walks over to you,,ripping the dildo out of your hands as he presses his lips to yours!! Grunting as he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders as he climbs ontop of you!! >□<

Zipping sown his fly with need as he presses his cockhead up against your entrance "Look how wet you are, that's so pathetic of you." He scoffs,,shoving his cock right up into your boy pussy!!!!

[trashmouth-richie]

the way that steve and eddie fuck you, are not the same

bf!steve is an all missionary man.

threading your fingers with his as he lays chest to chest with you, kissing you sweet and delicate along the column of your throat, even though his monster cock is splitting you open, he nearly comes when your eyebrows pull together and your breathing is hot. when you cry out for him? He’s a total mess.

His breeding kink taking over fully as he hikes one of your legs up into the crook of his elbow, “mm shit, doing so good for me honey,”

“you’d look so fuckin’ pretty with my baby in your belly,” he’d moan, the infamous lock of hair hanging rogue in his face as he bites his lip, “that’s what you want, huh?”

he was obsessed with the idea of it. a family of his own to love and dote on. he knew you’d be the perfect wife and mother some day.

so what if that day came sooner rather than later?

bf!eddie is all mouth

all mouth in a way that you could barely catch your breath between kisses and heated gasps. it didn’t matter what position you were pretzeled into— his mouth never left your skin.

he devoured you in a way that left prominent wine colored hickeys all over your skin, love bites allover your thighs. he’d moan into your neck , drunk on the fact that you chose him, the freak of Hawkins high.

he’d spill I love you baby each time your body bent further into him.

he loved you in a way that stung your spine and buzzed your brain.

he’d eat you out for hours having you come again and again, lapping at your puffy clit and slick cunt whispering how perfect your body was how you were his girl, his angel, his everything.

finishing the love making by washing your hair in the shower, ordering take out and brushing your hair.

king!steve fucked for him not you.

he never called you a whore, he never called you anything. you were an empty hole for him— and you praised him, loved the feeling of him splitting you wide open. he’d mutter under his breath about how tight your little pussy is and how it was his, right?

of course it was.

you mewled for him and it only stretched his ego wider, threatening to burst with such cockiness you were sure he’d combust.

he came before you did, not really caring if you would or not, no effort put into it on his part.

he’d toss the condom into the trash and zip up his jeans, fixing his hair in the mirror and calling you by the wrong name before he’d slink back to the party

kissing another girl on the mouth and squeezing her ass, another easy target.

mean!eddie fucked with anger

the rumors were true, he was hung like a horse and knew how to use it. he pulled noises from you that would shake his trailer walls, screaming his name as he pounded into you deeper and deeper.

he didn’t use pet names, you were simply his whore, a bitch a slut.

you’d leave with finger shaped bruises on your hips from him driving you down onto his cock when you rode him in reverse, his thick veiny cock bruising your g spot.

your head ached from his fist in your hair as he took you from behind with your ass in the air and your knees carpet burned from the shitty couch.

hand prints on each ass cheek, lips bit and swollen after choking on his length til you nearly passed out, and he mistakenly awarded you with a kiss but bit your lip to show he didn’t mean it.

you’d be covered in sweat when he was done, your legs shaky with the sweet high of too many orgasms.

He didn’t wear condoms, just tossed you the morning after pill he kept in bulk in his dresser and made you take in front of him.

“don’t want you tryin’ to trap me.” he’d goad and when you giggled and rolled your eyes, his would turn black as he shoved the water bottle into your hand, making you stick out your tongue and show him that the small white pill was gone.

“Good girl”

[leclerc-s]

there’s no separating work husbands

series masterlist

rowan todd i now realize i have been silently suffering for far too long.

bailey winters LMAOOOOO!!! SUCK IT!! rowan todd you have no room to talk winters.

daniel jones-ricciardo suffering from what?

fernando alonso third-wheelitis

sebastian vettel that's not a word. fernando alonso it is now!

logan sargeant how are we supposed to believe that those two are mature adults?

ollie bearman better question, how are any of you adults?

alex albon sometimes it's a miracle any of us have lived as long as we have

yuki tsunoda I'M BACK BITCHES!

rhys jones has he always been here? isabella perez he muted us after pierre left RB and only popped in to make fun of pierre every once in a while.

rowan todd there he is, the bane of my existence.

yuki tsunoda little me?

lance stroll i'm convinced who's afraid of little old me was written for yuki, mae, and penelope.

charles leclerc now why would you tell them? mae jones-verstappen we can read this you fake bitch.

pierre gasly YUKI!!

yuki tsunoda PIERRE!

max jones-verstappen they're married. the faster we admit it the faster it's over.

mick schumacher that sure doesn't stop you from third wheeling daphne and daniel. max jones-verstappen sometimes i have to fight the urge to punch you schumacher.

yuki tsunoda if it helps, you're my favorite gasly rowan.

pierre gasly what the fuck yuki?

freya vettel this is yuki's 'breaking my silence' video.

yuki tsunoda rowan still visits me, unlike someone.

rowan todd it's true and he feeds me in return.

lance stroll because fuck the french right?

yuki tsunoda yes!

daphne jones-ricciardo i don't think i've ever seen a third-wheel and the significant other ganging up on the other person in the relationship.

sebastian vettel rowan and yuki like to defy the odds.

mick schumacher like alex and george when they dare each other to do stupid shit.

george russell SHUT YOUR MOUTH SCHUMACHER!! alex albon shut up mick!

ollie bearman i'm never introducing my girlfriend to you people.

isabella perez well you have to because i'm your mother.

pato o'ward you must oliver!

gael perez leave the poor boy alone oh my god.

dulce perez says the nosiest bitch in this group chat.

rowan todd i've been kicked out of my own apartment by my own boyfriend.

bailey winters it's almost too funny i have to laugh. rowan todd zip it winters.

isabella perez wait, they actually kicked you out?

rowan todd pierre told me, 'yuki forgot to get something, can you go grab it for us?'

rowan todd i thought they were sending me to yuki's car, but noooo!

rowan todd they sent me to the fucking store to pick it up.

daphne jones-ricciardo sometimes i genuinely feel bad for you rowan

dulce perez why sometimes?

daphne jones-ricciardo she chose pierre. this is no one's fault but hers.

mae jones-verstappen well you're the one who invited them both to your party, so if anything this is your fault.

natalia ruiz was she supposed to know rowan would decide, 'yeah, i want that french fucker.'

penelope trevino just start a pierre gasly hate club. have yuki and esteban join you.

isabella perez ooh! i'll join too, i'm still mad he ate my churros that one time. natalia ruiz count me in too tf. mae jones-verstappen i have pent up rage against pierre for making fun of me after my break up with max. count me in too.

isabella perez pierre's kind of an ass, why are you with him rowan?

rowan todd i can fix him (no really i can)

daphne jones-ricciardo remember what the ending line of that song is? 'woah, maybe i can't'

penelope trevino but she did?

natalia ruiz pierre is an asshole on the outside but on the inside he's a huge softie. we all know this.

mae jones-verstappen but it's so funny to shit on him.

daphne jones-ricciardo just hang out with yuki without him. make him suffer.

rowan todd that's actually a smart idea. brb going to ask yuki to grab lunch with me.

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rowantodd not pictured is yuki screaming for help because pierre almost set the kitchen on fire. i was also sent to get the groceries while pierre 'hung out' with yuki.

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yukitsunoda0511 thank you for having me rowan!!

↳ rowantodd you're welcome to come back anytime yuki, but please leave your assistant at home.

↳ pierregasly this is slander against me.

landonorris i need to find someone who looks at me the way yuki looks at pierre

↳ baileywinters so guess who's single now.

↳ landonorris baby no! i didn't mean it like that!

user52 damn third wheeling in her own home

↳ user79 it seems like they're forcing pierre to third wheel them

user61 what dignified little lady martini is!

user25 pierre gasly having a yorkie as a pet was something i never expected when i became a formula 1 fan.

↳ user14 and this man still makes 🐶 jokes.

nataliaruiz not all of us can have a joris third wheel but at least yours feeds you.

↳ rowantodd at least it's not lando.

↳ penelopetrevino he sucks but only i can shit talk him.

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

user89 what a cute family, pierre, his ex-wife rowan, his husband yuki, and their child martini.

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pierregasly ah, my two loves, yuki and martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why i've never written a love song about you.

↳ danieljonesricciardo this is why she got a divorce from you.

estebanocon ah, my favorite member of the gasly family, martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why you're her favorite alpine driver, besides jack

↳ jackdoohan aw shucks i'm honored.

olliebearman if martini goes missing, just know it wasn't me.

user35 everyday i'm reminded that martini is a 'happy divorce day' gift pierre got for rowan.

↳ user66 THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE A DOG??

↳ user35 oh yeah, martini is an 'i'm happy we got a divorce' gift.

jeremyrenner is that tripod guy?

↳ rowantodd please stop.

↳ pierregasly i refuse to believe jeremy renner knows me as tripod guy. i've never been so embarrassed.

↳ isabellaperez is this worse than tom holland referring to you as tripod during the monaco gp?

↳ gaelperez sebastian stan and anthony mackie also know you as tripod.

↳ pierregasly i've never hated myself more.

↳ yukitsunoda0511 HA!

pierre gasly end my suffering.

esteban ocon LMAOOOO!!! SUCK IT BITCH!!

lewis hamilton oh no. what happened now?

pierre gasly THEY'RE GANGING UP ON ME!! I AM SUFFERING!!

sebastian vettel i thought we had another pr nightmare on our hands.

isabella perez no, everything is calm on that front for now.

rhys jones i can start a rumor about daniel being pregnant with max's child?

daniel jones-ricciardo why am i always the victim of his crimes?

rowan todd SUFFER LIKE I HAVE SUFFERED YOU CROISSANT!!

yuki tsunoda I'M STEALING THE GOD!! SHE'S MINE NOW!

pierre gasly YOU LEAVE MARTINI ALONE TSUNODA!!

charles leclerc STEAL HIS DOG YUKI! HE TRIED TAKING LEO FROM ME!!

daphne jones-ricciardo did they go out to get lunch without you?

pierre gasly how did you know?

dulce perez it was her idea.

pierre gasly i hope you have issues with your mic in paris daphne.

rhys jones i hope you piss in your tractor of a car pierre.

lance stroll he's scary. keep him away from sharp objects.

rhys jones i'm making it my mission to scare my sisters haters. pierre gasly, you're at the top of my list.

carlos sainz he's what the people describe as feral.

lando norris this is a trick to divert pierre's attention from rowan and yuki.

pierre gasly WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE!!!

rowan todd YOU'LL NEVER FIND US!!

yuki tsunoda YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!!

pierre gasly i'll find you two. i swear.

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hanging without pierre, this is the best experience either one of us have had. oh look who decided to crash my yuki-time. that was my desert...

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Roommates from Hell, pt.4 (Toji x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 4: Jungle Schlong

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A/N: Commentary at the end because I think I'm funny.

Warning: Without spoiling a thing: porn, IKEA and angst.

Out of the many survival skills people who live alone develop during their self-imposed period of solitude, the ability to share a flat —and by extension, its features— is not among them. For example, while you knew exactly how many sips it takes to empty the milk bottle, you didn’t account for Toji’s intake being twice your own. It took multiple shakes and peeps through the hole for you to reach the shocking conclusion that you were indeed out of milk and hurried to announce it with pompousness second only to an anchorwoman’s.

Breaking news! Manslaughter at the center of Shibuya: 18 dead and 37 missing— and Y/N’s fridge is devoid of milk! Well, not exactly phrased like that, though Toji’s reaction rivaled that of a disinterested viewer’s zapping to the next channel.

Apathy. And it suited him so well; speckles of fury shimmering in his darkened eyes like residues of a stubbed cigarette whenever they happened to cross with yours. You preferred him when he lashed out. At least then you could lock horns and get it out of your system, but he’d been the same since last night. Cold-shouldering your every inquisition, and if an answer was required, then it was curt and gruff like the rest of him.

The only thing his stoic expression eagerly rubbed in was how he didn’t give a damn whether you had an ounce of milk to drench your already-poured cereal with, a place to sit and eat, or even warm water to shower with. And normally, he’d be out the door searching for the next woman (read: victim) to leech from, but today he valued his word. He’d take you shopping and use it against you for some extra petty points whenever he decided to throw his tantrum.

The drive wasn’t any more enjoyable than breakfast. Your attempt to turn on the radio was slapped away, while your dissing a woman who’d stopped the entire traffic to fix her eyeliner in the rear-view mirror of her shit-colored Datsun fell on deaf ears. That one hurt the most. Humoring idiots together was your thing.

Traitor. Although you both knew who the real traitor was, and that was why you willfully took the punishment, biting back any back-handed comment and half-assed apology your tongue mustered. Not that he’d accept one in verbal form anyway; oral was more like it.

You kept your mouth zipped until he pulled over at IKEA’s parking lot, his hands glued to the wheel and the gear lever even after you’d stepped out of the vehicle.

“Aren’t you coming?” You questioned and he finally spared you a look that was more mischievous than contemptuous, a smirk trembling at the end of his scar.

“Said I’d drive ya, not that I’d stick around.” His left hand jerked the gear downward. “You pay for what you get. If you want my services, better pay upfront.”

Your bag’s straps creased under your fingernails. This was where you drew the line.

“We came here to get furniture for your ass to fit in, and you tell me you wanna bail?”

“Missed the part where I said I needed shit,” Toji shrugged. “Your house, your rules, right? Your furniture, too. Don’t involve me.”

Your nostrils flared in response. “Fine! I’ll do it myself, don’t need your sulking ass raining on my parade. Pretty sure they sell dog houses your size, and—” You switched to yelling as he stepped on the pedal, “forget about gas money ‘cause you ain’t getting shit, you hear me? Hope you get a flat tire and lose your way, fucking—”

And just like that, he was gone. Fuck. And you’d just ridiculed yourself in front of every onlooker that involuntarily eavesdropped on your crude spiel without witnessing the full scene of your unjust abandonment. Even bigger fuck.

You lowered your head and dragged your feet toward the store’s revolving door, where a little girl who’d made a game out of the doors bestowed you a genuine smile— of sympathy, you hoped.

Since Toji lacked the courtesy to let you use the bathroom before towing you all the way to his car, you were still in your homewear, tan sweatpants and all. “Disheveled” didn’t even begin to describe the frantic state of your hair. The person inside the glass had the deranged appeal of someone who’d jumped into a hornet’s nest with some seriously angry wasps, each strand attached pointing in a different direction.

However, credit where credit’s due. You’d done well to bring your trusty shades. They hid both your dark circles and bloodshot-from-all-the-crying eyes while giving off some of that washed-out rock star air you desperately needed to feel somewhat human.

You pulled the hoodie over your head and fastened the knot below your chin. You gave your door-riding companion a practiced smile and asked if her parents knew her whereabouts, like the exemplary adult you were.

She pointed at a couple near the gift-wrapping section. Her spitting image in high heels and a strict pencil skirt held onto a vase that a scrawny man in a duffle jacket—the father, you assumed— helped wrap in decorative paper. A bit late for Christmas gifts, isn’t it? Neither seemed to worry that their little angel was talking to a stranger, so you took it upon yourself to warn her, tucking a golden curl behind her ear and ushering her to their side.

As expected of a preschooler, she grimaced in defiance and tried to extort you from a soft serve, but ultimately agreed to lock pinkies and promised to return after one final ride.

The doors aligned, and you stepped out, walking slowly enough to watch the girl be scooped into her dad’s embrace, her tiny arms looping around his neck while he pressed a kiss on her forehead. Her mom set the vase on the counter to rub her back, a goofy smile contorting her otherwise sharp features.

Sorrow withered like a flower of decay in your heart, the display turning into thorns the longer you perceived it. Not now. Not again.

You tore your eyes away and headed further in, beelining straight to the supply rack by the escalator. You grabbed a yellow tote bag and stuffed it with the usual suspects —a map of the store, a paper measuring tape, a couple of shopping forms, and a miniature pencil— before drifting to the second floor.

The first area of the tremendously vast showroom displayed everything from 4-seat sofas with installed chaise lounges to hand-woven rattan footstools and miscellaneous decorative pieces such as faux antler horns and brazen candlesticks. Every living room was carefully considered and well put together, attracting the appropriate demographics.

Frilled cushions and fairy lights for the young romantics; futuristic ceiling lamps in curious shapes and slick TV benches for a breath of novelty in your space; functionality over flashiness in rooms with spacious cabinets and railway-sized couches to accommodate those who couldn’t keep it in their pants and birthed a horde of happy-go-lucky squirts; warm textiles for a cozy atmosphere; cooler hues for a more urban style. A plethora of choices meant to daze and bedazzle the stingiest shopper into buying not what they needed but what they wanted at an affordable price.

A true celebration of capitalism.

You paced around the rooms, mindlessly picking on random objects and price tags, working quick math in your brain for items that would be forgotten as soon as you entered the next scenery of artificial palm trees and sand-filled wooden tiki bowls. Perfect for beach lovers, the sign said, though you couldn’t fathom the tackiness of a man with a hammock amidst his living room.

Unable to beat your childish urge to ascertain whether the sand was real, you dipped your hand in one of the bowls and glanced over your shoulder just in case you were busted—you weren’t. And it wasn’t.

Your interest was extinguished, only to be rekindled by the golden sheen of a picture frame that stood remarkably plain between two spiral seashells on a wall-mounted shelf behind the aforementioned hammock. Normally, frames either sported an image of some stupid logo that wrote “Love” or “Happiness”, or encased a placeholder picture for the owners to replace at a later date. But this one was vacant. Naked. Forgotten.

You didn’t have any frames in your house. Didn’t need any. All remnants of the past were safely tucked inside an old shoe box below your bed —memories you occasionally fished out but mostly wished to forget. All, except one. A token from your graduation that you always kept inside your bag as precious memorabilia, not of the event itself but of the man whose arm lazily slung over your shoulders and of the smile that stretched from the western tip of his scar to the eastern end of your grin.

You’d rather be mugged off every worldly possession, even your mother’s handwritten cookbooks, than part ways with this picture. That’s why you never let it off your eyes and never properly framed it, though looking at the empty frame, something finally clicked.

You pulled out the picture and unscrewed the safety clips, fitting it around the edges, and then locked it in place.

Your thumb brushed over Toji’s face as gently as if it were his actual cheek you touched, and last night’s fiasco began accelerating with the momentum of a three-foot boulder that wrecked everything in its passage. Frustration stirred your insides, urging the coarse cereal to spill out your guts and paint the baby-blue mat a dubious streak of remorse. You wondered what color that’d be. Nothing pleasant to look at, for sure.

With a sigh, you brought the picture closer to your lips and whispered, “I’ll say this once and only once, so better stop giving me that smug look. I’m sor—”

“That bored without me you talk to lifeless objects now?”

The gravelly voice flowing not from the frame but from the person behind you made you nearly knock the entire shelf to the ground. This habit of his was getting old real quick.

“Is scaring people your hobby, or do you get paid for it?” You leered at him, slyly stuffing the frame in your tote bag, confident he hadn’t gotten a proper peek.

“If only,” Toji smirked. “Could make a fortune out of you alone.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed the tote bag over your free shoulder, progressively scanning the parts of his body you didn’t want to slot a pacifier in. He was holding onto a paper cup, the keyword being “a” as in singular and not plural. As in one, and not two. As in, he got fresh coffee from the machine at the entrance for himself, but not for you.

Jerk.

“Couldn’t keep a dime if it was glued to your forehead with super glue,” you huffed.

His free hand reached your face, fiddling with the laces of your hoodie. “Kept you all these years, didn’t I?” voice dropped an octave. “My goldmine.”

You couldn’t tell if he was being flirty or simply condescending; his thin eyebrows bearing hints of annoyance in how they furrowed, as opposed to the curl in his lips that almost seemed amiable. You didn’t reciprocate either sentiment. Instead, “Thought you said you weren’t coming.”

“Changed my mind,” his eyelashes fluttered heavily over his cheeks. “Didn’t want to leave you all alone to carry that shit. Wouldn’t sit right with me.”

You questioned whether the Toji in front of you was the real deal or a stand-in for his otherwise “no can do unless I’m paid” self. Unless…

“You ran out of gas, didn’t you?”

The smile dropped from his face and rose to yours as he took a step back, his tail between his legs. He drained the coffee in one sip and squashed the cup in his fist, flicking it at the bin closest to him without caring that it was part of the exhibit.

The words swirled in his mouth, bitter, and taut, and doused in caffeine. “You have my money.”

“My money,” you corrected. “You said I could keep it.”

“I did?” Toji asked, confirming it a second later. “I suppose I did. I take it back. Give it back.”

His palm unfolded in your direction, fingers beckoning you to react, which you did, though not in the way he’d hoped.

“What do you think y’are doing?” Jaded green eyes entered a game of ping pong between the items you’d shoved in his hand and your undeniably cheeky expression.

“You are so right. I’m bored out of my mind when you’re not around, but now that you are here, I feel sooo much better!”

Toji arched a brow at your admission, not convinced in the slightest.

“I’ll give you some of the money back,” and this was the kind of sentence that seldom went without a but. “But you have to stay and help.”

His mouth opened to express disagreement, which soon turned into acquiescence.

“I’ll buy you soft serve after.”

“Deal.”

The two of you wandered around the labyrinth of lamps and sofas with a different gait each; yours were quick steps full of determination and moderate excitement, stamping individual items and running after them, while Toji’s were long-drawn strides with no real purpose other than to follow the thread you dropped behind in hopes of it leading to an exit. You presented one object after the other, weighing the pros and cons he didn’t care to consider, merely jotting down the unpronounceable Swedish names and their corresponding codes.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t have much of an opinion regarding his lodgings. He claimed he could sleep anywhere but was visibly vexed when you pointed at an adorable bone-shaped dog bed, gritting his teeth and saying that your bed could fit you both just fine if you weren’t such a “little bitch” about it.

Only when you got to the rooms with very particular and niche equipment did his disinterest fade, giving way to disbelief at how anyone could ever think to create something as useless as an egg yolk separator or vegetable cutting gadgets that a single knife could easily replace. He wasn’t wrong about that, but he was dead wrong to assume you were letting him bring a Cookie Monster-esque atrocity of dyed sheepskin back into the apartment. Or a portable charcoal grill for that matter. Or a bike trailer when you couldn’t even bike.

“Are ya dumb? Biking isn’t knowing, it’s doin’,” he’d said.

A side-eye was typically enough for him to return them to their places, but when it came down to his peak fascination with a voice-activated toilet flush, things got excruciatingly hard. He insisted on calling it a worthwhile investment when he’d previously dubbed your portable drawer unit a waste of cash. If it weren’t for the three extra zeroes at the end of its crumpled price tag, he would still be there tossing rocks just to hear the toilet praise the size of his dung.

You each made an exception for the other to buy one non-pivotal item, as long as it didn’t exceed 3000 yen. He got himself a neck pillow. You got a ghost night light that apparently looked nothing like curses, much to your disappointment, and while his attention was diverted, you shoved another in the bag to give him as a welcoming gift, hoping the cuteness of the green, chubby ghost would help bury the hatchet.

Eventually, you plopped down at a dining table in a room obscured by the shop’s many corners, Toji on the head and you on the foot, as if you were holding an official conference. You went over the shopping forms together, but coming to a decision when neither was remotely capable of pronouncing the names proved a challenge. And while each butchered the language in your own irreverent way, you were the first to break into chuckles, finding Toji’s heartfelt conviction that Frihetten and Fry Hatred were one and the same positively endearing.

Flustered, he threatened to break your bones into furniture, but not even he could take himself seriously anymore when his answer to the question “What would you name me?” was “The Stupenbraten”.

The mood lightened, and after some necessary discourse, you decided upon a gray sleeper sofa to replace your current couch and a chair from the same set you had in your kitchen, as well as some covers for the remaining winter nights. All was well again; aside from the total cost exceeding the initial budget by a few hundred yen.

You were back to square one, though a new plan became apparent faster than anticipated. A plan wearing twin pigtails and a smile straight out of a toothpaste commercial that resiliently lurked wherever the two of you went. A plan who fidgeted with the name tag on the left side of her canary-colored shirt a bit too much, her knees wobbly under her tight-fitted navy jeans. A plan too naive for her own good.

At first, you assumed she’d received a report for the terrorist-looking female in the orange hoodie who double-checked the price of each individual plate in the service, but then you put more effort into deciphering her alert eyes and concluded that the target she was ogling was none other than your partner in crime.

He who, although dressed identically to you, stood out among the regular customers like a celebrity that’d failed to mingle with the crowd at their own premiere, a dandelion among a field of dried weeds, or even a conch amidst a sea of pebbles; out of place and infinitely extraordinary; easy to miss and hard to notice, but when you do, there’s no taking your eyes off it.

The employee tracked you down as if her career depended on it, infatuated with the mere idea that a man like Toji could give her attention, and when he actually did under your direction, the plot began writing itself:

Straight out of a Wong Kar-wai movie, the dark and brooding, albeit confident, male lead slowly enters the hesitant female lead’s orbit. He hangs around the information desk, where she pretends to work, and flips through the pamphlets with faux interest. He lets her study him up close and plants an idea in her head, convincing her the first move is hers to make—that she’s in charge.

Her head lifts up, and their furtive glances catch fire. He bows forward, and his lips move without making a sound, a joke only for her ears to assess. And it must be terribly funny because she is laughing, and with her, the whole world beams, with sequences of time-elapsed blurs and filtered close-ups spurring everyone into the mood for love.

That’s a true pro for you.

You stayed until you saw them exchange papers. It’d only been five minutes, and they were already plotting their next tryst away from the prying eyes of the audience and the mastermind behind their affair. Admittedly, this was neither your best nor proudest moment, but if conning an impressionable sweetheart out of a minor discount was your ticket to hell, then you’d better go ahead and save yourselves front-row seats.

For the time being, you left Toji to his own devices and leisurely padded along the corridors, finding yourself a sanctuary in a room where the sounds muffled into ambient sound and the colors bled into shades of chaste white that dribbled from the ceiling to the king-sized bed in the middle. You dropped your bags on the bed stool and fell back against the polyester duvet, limbs stretching across all four corners to create idle snow angels.

You glimpsed at the price that neared half a million yen and wondered what kind of people could afford a bed like this. Was it old money who lived in luxurious mansions with fourteen bedrooms and twice as many servants to tend to them, or a young couple with too much love to spare? Did it belong to a loft that overlooked the city, or was its place on the outskirts of the countryside? How many surprise breakfasts could it host, and how many kids could bounce against the planks to wake up their weary parents before the springs broke?

Could a bed like this ever be yours?

“People who fuck for a living, obviously.”

Rings of saturated smoke poured out of Toji’s lips as he lit up his cigarette and took his first real puff of disappointment. He’d hoped that after popping two and a half bottles of overpriced carbonated piss, smoking ought to at least rouse a tingle, but he’d only managed to further soil his mouth with more filth.

“Want that?” he asked, despite stubbing it in the ashtray. With the amount of alcohol you’d downed, you’d probably let him put it out on your tongue without objection.

You tracked the movements of his fingers, inevitably following them to where the dark spirals of his hotel-provided yukata met with the creamy complexion of his sculpted thighs, elbow propped against his one knee, and wrist dangling freely in the gap between his legs. He was still on his back, his tousled raven hair having spilled over the pillow, and the ebony fabric fitting tight around the bulge of muscles, leaving only his pecs completely exposed.

A sight for sore eyes and those with the hunger to eat it up, while you tried your hardest not to gawk, directing your attention anywhere that wasn’t him, such as the baroque chandelier on the ceiling, the plasma screen on the opposing wall, the leftover beluga caviar and Dom Pérignon on the service trolley, or even your own legs dressed in the same piece of clothing.

The two of you painted quite a sinful image: a girl barely of age and a boy slightly above sharing a bed the size of your house at one of the country’s top-rated hotels, your clothes scattered around the floor like some perverse artistic signature. How cliche, but every cliche comes with an “It’s not what it looks like”.

You received the message on your beeper a few blocks away from school at an unoccupied payphone; Toji’s voice requesting help on the other side of the line. He didn’t specify anything other than his location and seemed particularly elated to find you at his suite’s doorstep fifteen minutes later with your heart in your mouth. At that point, he’d already jumped in his yukata, sporting a pair of fluffy gray slippers and a sardonic smile that widened at the sight of your summer uniform.

Alcohol blurred your memories quite a bit. You couldn’t remember why you’d changed out of your uniform, but were certain it had something to do with his indecent commentary. Not that the yukata covered more skin, but it did feel smooth against your body.

You quickly realized that Toji was neither in danger nor in dire need of help. He’d just received his biggest paycheck to date and wanted someone to burn the money with, and as much as he hesitated to admit it, your phone was the only number engraved in his memory outside his handler’s.

In retrospect, your evening felt more like a fever dream than a real one. You ordered every exorbitant French specialty off the menu, drank through the contents of the minibar, and flipped through the various cable channels, paying thousands of yen for movies you lacked the attention span to finish.

You were so out of it. You dismissed the crude answer he’d given to your question for the sake of recounting events that hadn’t aged past six hours.

A subtle hue of red bloomed across your cheeks, dipping lower down your chest to sheathe in the pit of your stomach as liquid fire. The feeling itself wasn’t unpleasant; simply unprecedented. This was your first time drinking, and in all honesty, you could do fine without being reminded every three seconds —the exact interval between your glances— of how well he wore the traditional attire.

“So it wasn’t just an urban legend, huh?” Toji mumbled to himself, fumbling with the buttons on the remote until he landed on a channel that piqued his interest.

“Hey, wanna watch some porn?” The second question was definitely meant for you, his hand ghosting over your eyes as if to snap you from whatever trance had absorbed your conscience.

You blinked in surprise, eyes dancing between the numerous naked ladies that flaunted their assets in provocative stances and Toji’s serious expression while he eagerly awaited a response.

“Uhm… sure?” You asked him back, clearing your throat of any doubt, and then repeated the same word.

He gave a tiny smile and scrolled through ridiculous titles named after popular American movies, such as “Pulp Friction”, “Cum-busters”, “In Diana Jones”, and your personal favorite of the bunch, “Yank My Doodle, It’s a Dandy!”.

“Probably nothin’ too extreme, right?” You mindlessly nodded. “A’right, gotcha.”

While you stacked up the pillows behind your neck, Toji clicked a few more buttons, and eventually, a movie began playing, starting with a picket fence house in the suburbs and a jolly housewife who awaited something on the door. The “something” revealed itself to be a “someone”— a pizza guy, more specifically, on whose pizza both Toji and you placed bets.

“Pay up,” he grinned when the man announced it was a pepperoni one, only to grunt after the pizza box fell completely empty to the floor. A directorial oversight.

The man proceeded to make out with the housewife in front of her house’s doorway, backsteps bringing the scene into the kitchen, where the woman removed her apron to expose her —surprise, surprise— naked body underneath. She sat the man on a chair and kneeled before him, caressing the tent in his jeans and slowly tugging it down, she set his cock free.

A gulp disrupted your swallowing, your eyes zooming in as the woman’s hands wrapped around his dick and pumped it up and down with expertise his moans revealed. Your thighs clicked together in sync with your teeth, your mouth more parched than it’d been before you gobbled all that alcohol up.

Without being aware of it, you’d scooted closer to his side of the bed, almost curling against his arm. You stole a glimpse at him, his brow quirking at the sudden closeness. You pretended to watch the movie, and partially you did, although there was no ignoring Toji when your entire vision became that of uneven black strands.

“Are ya wet by any chance?” He smirked, eyes darting lower over your body, if only for a second.

“N-not sure, but I… really want to pee,” you admitted, causing his face to crack into a fond simper. “Been that way since the champagne—” you tried to explain, and you tried to hide your colored shame in the crook of your neck, but he wouldn’t let you do either.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Toji said in a reassuring voice that begged to filter all bashfulness out of your system. “Still a virgin, mm? Well, there are other adult stuff we could try together. Other than drinking champagne, or” his hand rubbed against your outer thigh, “watching amateurs fuck,” fingers carefully squeezing their way in. “I bet we could do so much better than that.”

“Whaddya say, pretty girl?”

The rasp in his voice mellowed into a candied hum as he tilted his head to the side, and when he did, you didn’t move— not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know how to without your inexperience showing or your heart betraying how much you’d longed for this moment to come, as his lips finally crashed against yours and you suddenly gained all the knowledge in the world.

You knew how to squeeze your eyes shut slowly enough to catch his green eyes fading past his heavy eyelashes along with the intensity behind them. You knew exactly how to move your mouth in accordance with his, letting your upper lip be sucked into the kind of warmth that could never be replicated—a warmth that was unique to Toji and the softness of his lips and the roughness of his palms—and that gradually seeped into your stream, flooding and then drowning all your senses until he was the only lifeline for you to grab onto to stay afloat.

He flipped you to your back and crawled on top of you, the bed dipping against the accumulation of weight while the kiss deepened. His tongue slipped into the wet cavern of your mouth, taking its time to explore the basis of every snarky remark and withheld affection meant for him. A soft, visceral sound was swallowed by a stifled groan as your hands clutched onto the fabric around his waist and pulled him closer, your hips abruptly snapping upward.

You weren’t thinking until Toji gave you permission to, the string of saliva that united your mouths now tearing you apart. His tongue swiped over his dampened scar, hooded eyes zeroing in on the pink ribbon at the center of your bra’s band as the friction caused the cups to spill out of your kimono. The sounds in the background were barely audible over the sound of your panting as he took hold of your breast and firmly palmed it over the fabric.

“Feel any different now?” The hand on your thigh prodded at your stomach, even though he’d never stopped fondling your chest and still maintained a loose grip over your hip—

Oh.

You mustered enough courage to peer at where your bodies connected, finding a bulge akin to the one in the non-pizza-carrying pizza guy’s pants, albeit much bigger, more real, and definitely palpable, and although you were no busty hotwife, you’d made this happen.

Things were moving so fast; too fast, that your brain short-circuited between two contradictory notions, the first gathering as slick between your thighs, while the second argued this wasn’t something you should be doing—not something that friends should be doing.

But you liked Toji, and when he looked at you with raw desire burning in his eyes, you swore that you loved him.

“I really,” you croaked, rapidly losing composure under his fingertips unraveling your bare skin, his larger palm set on capturing as much of you as possible. “R-really,” you bit your lip before breaking into a literal yelp when he tried to tug off the strap. “Really, really, really need to pee!”

Without either of you entirely comprehending what happened, you slithered away from his grasp like an eel and bolted to the bathroom, locking yourself in with a loud “bam”, lest he push it open.

You looked in the mirror, confusing the image with that of a peeled tomato straight out of the can with how flushed and moist you appeared. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead to your neck, and—God, his touch hardly qualified as groping, but nothing was in its place anymore; everything loose, disheveled, and so terribly lewd.

Reluctantly, you drove a hand between your thighs, coaxing a high-pitched gasp at the sheer amount of wetness drenching your underwear, an outcome entirely dependent on him. Toji. Toji, who’d given you your first kiss and who would have given you more— every last inch of him. Toji, who must’ve been laughing his ass off, cursing you, or doing both simultaneously.

Nothing could be done about the butterflies rummaging in your stomach, rabidly swarming your heart as if there were nectar at its core. You could only force yourself to sober up by throwing cold water on your face and carrying on with your “duties”, returning to the main room ten minutes after you’d perfected the most laid-back smile from your extensive collection of insincere expressions.

“Took ya long enough,” Toji exclaimed, a spoon sticking out of his mouth. “Thought you got flushed down the drain or somethin’.”

No such luck, you thought to yourself, sitting noticeably further away from where he dug through the remaining caviar. The porn was switched out, or paused—you couldn’t tell—with the hotel’s logo in cursive letters traversing one corner of the screen in favor of the other. And as for your previous reason for distress—

“Did you know they have Acqua Di Parma toiletries?” You panted more than asked, leaning closer to the tray to pinch a green olive between your fingers.

“It’s a French hotel, what did ya expect?” he shrugged.

“They are Italian.”

“Who cares?” He grimaced, dropping the spoon back into the crystal bowl. “Overpriced shit. Shoulda been 12 yen instead of 12k.”

“It’s an acquired taste,” you chuckled. “Plus, you are doing it all wrong. You shouldn’t chew, you should move the roe with your tongue until the flavor falls apart.”

Toji stared at you as if you belonged to an alien tribe that’d descended to earth on its way to world domination, his eyebrows creasing at the middle of his forehead. “Now you reveal you were raised as a silver spoon? Woulda been nicer to you if I knew.”

A short laugh cracked into a nasal snort, your hands cutting the air between you. “Not at all! It’s just, my father would make me tag along to some of his business soirees when I was a kid, and they always had the best food there. Well, not the best, but certainly the priciest shit an eight-year-old can put in their mouth.

“And what do you mean nicer?”

He hummed, washing the fishy taste from his mouth with some of his unfinished champagne. A regrettable choice, considering he’d forgotten how disgusting the alcohol felt on his tongue. He winced, “First time I hear ya talk about your family.”

“What? Can’t be true; I mention them all the time.”

“Mention,” he echoed. “Ain’t the same as talking.”

You wondered at what point your roles were reversed. He was the one who stubbornly refused to mention his folks, and up until a month ago, you didn’t even know what his last name was.

“There’s not much to talk about.” Your lips pursed around your glass while Toji insisted on drilling holes through your thick skull. He had no intention to drop this.

“I’ll tell you, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s all boring, anyway. If you fall asleep—”

“Cut the intro.”

You bit back a comment and dug straight into the story.

“My dad started off in the textile industry. Used to run a small yarn company with a fellow classmate. They made it big for a while; branched out from Tokyo to Fukuoka and their rep grew nationally. Every clothing store in the country used their wares, and they must have thought ‘Hey, why not test our luck elsewhere?’— I wouldn’t know; I was too young.

“Thing is, when compared to Japan’s fish tank of a market, China is a whole damn ocean with man-eating sharks. Quality doesn’t cut it versus sweatshops, and it didn’t take long before they went bankrupt, closing their stores and losing all of their investments.

“Yamada-san flew to Korea, and they never talked again, while dad—he,” you paused, lifting the glass to your lips, champagne tasting like tar. “He drunk. All day long and all evening long, he drank himself unconscious on the couch, the carpet, and even the front door once. His excuse being that he couldn’t get himself a new job, that no one was hiring at the moment, and that damn moment lasted 5 whole years before he decided he’d had enough and slammed the door on us.”

“What about—”

“Mom?” You smiled habitually. “She was there. Down with one sickness or another, her symptoms varying from a simple cough to weeks of catatonia. It was as if whatever poison my father injected in his veins made it back to her, and with him gone and her in that state, I was the only one available to take care of the house. But it was fine, you know? As long as we were together, I was fine cleaning, cooking, and playing nurse.”

Silence stilled the room, somber at its best and deafening at its worst.

“Wanna know what the final straw that made him leave was?”

Toji didn’t answer, certain you’d go on regardless.

“Donburi.” A strained chuckle poured out of your lips; dark, hollow, and devoid of any ebullience. “Fucking donburi. She tried to cook him donburi for his birthday but couldn’t keep an eye on the stove ‘cause she got dizzy and the fish burned to a crisp. She served the rice and the vegetables, all intact, but the fish was missing and h-he… He broke the plate against the kotatsu and packed his things right after. That was the only time Mom talked back to him. She asked why, and you might think that’s pathetic, but—”

You rearranged your thoughts. “She asked him why, and all he said back was ‘Because she isn’t deadweight. Because she doesn’t smell like death. Because she doesn’t let the fish get toasted.’ That was the final thing he said the final time I saw him. Don’t even know if he’s dead or alive, and as for my mom… You know she’s not here anymore. Passed away three weeks after he bailed.

“And that’s my shitty life’s shitty story,” you concluded, consciously leaving out the part that linked your culinary cultivation and hopes for your father’s return.“Nothing interesting or fun about it. Just a big pile of shit piling on top of each other from the beginning to its ending.”

You were about to give yourself a refill when his fingers snared around your wrist. You locked eyes, your vision of him distorted as the green in his eyes overflew, his pointy nose, and the slanted scar of his lips trading places. He appeared like one of those Picasso cubism paintings from your art textbook, except his features were more beautiful than a human brain could ever perceive to draw, even in their disarray.

You let him return the champagne glass to the trolley while his fingers studied your face with the same curiosity your eyes studied his. You thought he was going to kiss you again, and maybe the notion crossed his mind too, but he must’ve decided against it, using his mouth to try and console you instead.

“Should’ve let me fuck you, stupid,” Toji mumbled, the pads of his thumbs repeatedly swiping below your eyes like windshields, his facial structure making sense once more. You’d lost track of how many sobs you’d kept bottled up until they started to hiccup out of your throat and wet his fingers.

I wish I’d let you fuck me.

“Lost your motivation?” Your voice was still unstable.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “Just don’t want your sappy face ruinin’ the mood. Can’t make ya cry under my dick if you’re already crying for someone else.”

Your reflection stirred in shades of green as you threw your head against his shoulder, laughing harder than you thought possible. He always came up with the worst things to say, and yet nothing could have comforted you more than the inner frustrations of a teenage boy in heat.

His hands dropped limp between your bodies, while yours looped his neck in a tight embrace. “Can’t believe you tricked me into sayin’ all that when I don’t know the first thing about your family.”

“Your folks are dead ‘cause they died. Mine been dead to me since birth.”

You propped your chin against your elbows. “What do you mean?”

“That I don’t have a family,” he said.

“You wouldn’t talk like that if you didn’t.”

“Then I don’t need one.”

“Don’t say that. If they’re still alive—”

“Then I’ll kill ‘em dead,” he hissed. “How’s that for an answer?”

Convinced that ought to shut you up, Toji planted his fingers at your ribs and attempted to detach you from his body with half-baked conviction, when your mouth opened again and you uttered the one thing he wasn’t prepared to hear—not on that day, nor in a million days either.

“What if I was your family?”

A complaint scratched his throat, his own words prickling his tongue before dissolving into a heavy sigh against his chest, one that served as your cue to continue.

“Even if we don’t need anyone—no, even if no one else needs us, how about we need each other just a little bit? I’ll need you, and you’ll need me. So let’s be family, Toji.”

He remained deep in his thoughts for a long while, unknowingly kneading your sides as if you were a life-sized stress ball meant to relieve his tension. You couldn’t read him. Not from that angle or any other, for that matter. He wouldn’t let you. He didn’t want you prying at a side of him so pathetically ugly and insecure that not even he had the guts to stand up to.

And so he took his time waiting, testing the waters with every combination of verbs and articles already tried out. Words that’d earned his face red smacks and gotten his hair soaked in all types of beverages—not excluding the hot kind. He’d fill you in on the terrible, horrible things he’d done to deserve hatred, give you a glimpse at the true nature of an abomination, as his parents endearingly called him, and if that wasn’t enough, he’d show you. Overpowering a fragile little thing was nothing. He’d force himself on you, squeeze you for all your body’s worth, and then toss you aside like a squeezed lemon cup.

It was that easy, really, but the longer he let the words fester, the keener he found himself to plug the holes in his ego with a more permanent solution.

“Y’are throwing yourself into a bigger pile of shit, know that?”

You held onto a chuckle, unaware of the effort poured into his statement, while you lightly toyed with the frayed edges of his hair. “Used to the stench. Besides, stepping on shit is said to bring you luck, no?”

By the time you pulled away, an intimidating frown was etched deep into his features, his expression similar to that of a cat being hugged against its will. It didn’t take long for the two of you to nest back into the pillows (with one acting as a partition), share a pepperoni pizza upon his request, and browse through the hotel’s porn archives anew—only this time, he’d given you the honor of choosing.

“The hell is a doodle?”

Your brain was still asleep when your eyes fluttered open, failing to identify the humongous white fluff that warmed your face until you peeled it off. Bear…? No, not just any bear. A panda bear, though that didn’t explain its origins or the reason it sat on your head either. You wondered if someone had tried to suffocate you only to give up halfway through, but when you nearly lost your eyesight to the blinding lights above, you appreciated the kindness in the proprietor’s heart.

You buried your face back into the plushie’s belly and rolled onto your side in a fetal position, the memory of your sunglasses too distant for you to question their sudden disappearance. For now, all you wanted was for the lights to go away and for the voice in the speaker to quit yapping—

As if a current charged your joints with electricity, you jolted against the bedpost, the realization of you enjoying a nap in a semi-public space coming with a heavy dose of panic once you spotted a pair of stretched legs to your left.

“Don’t like the jungle schlong?” The legs, or rather, the mouth that belonged to their owner asked.

A deep exhale jogged your memory of the furniture store and present-day Toji, his younger counterpart vanishing as an apparition of the past.

You flipped the toy around until you spotted the tag hanging from its right foot. Djungelskog.

“Very funny,” You exclaimed, shoving it against Toji’s face, who in turn threw it under his armpit. “How long was I out of it?”

“An hour, more or less. They wanted to call security but changed their minds after some Chinese couple bought the same bed,” he sneered. “Got such a cute sleeping expression when ya drool all over yourself.”

You scrubbed your jaw with the back of your hand, feeling the crisps of saliva deteriorate. What were the death rates for suicide by plush toy asphyxiation in Japan again?

“Y’are welcome,” he answered in case you felt like thanking him for saving you some face.

“So, how did it go with the salesgirl? Shagged her yet?”

Like a gravure model, Toji propped himself against the bed, tilting his cheek into his palm. “Jealous?”

You scoffed. “Hardly. Just wondering how long before you lose your touch now that you are nearing your thirties. Should find yourself a dutiful young wife to clean your denture before it’s too late, old man.”

He was uncharacteristically quiet until his hand dug into his pocket to reveal a rectangular blue note that he slid across the covers. “Not a chance, kiddo.”

You seized the paper, thrilled to see the words “10% off” spelled in yellow capital letters. “That’s actually impressive! How did you do it?”

“Trade secret,” he shrugged.

You decided you didn’t need to hear the rest. This was enough for both the furniture and his treat— maybe even groceries, if his mood remained unspoiled. “Just won yourself a second cone,” you beamed, wiggling your way across the edge of the bed. “Come, let’s get the stuff and go home.”

“I’ll go first,” Toji declared as he leaped to his feet.

“Don’t want your new girlfriend getting the wrong idea?” you smirked. “Fine, fine. I’ll meet you at the warehouse.”

Without confirming your assumption, he hastily strode off through the doorless entryway, leaving the bear plushie behind to endure your wrath for when you’d finally discover there were two sides to the coupon and the backside that read “Newlyweds Discount”—his name reaching his ears about five rooms later.

A/N: I have the need to mention that their IKEA date was inspired by 500 Days of Summer and that the toilet was a gag in Better Call Saul. In the Mood for Love is an amaaaaazing movie, that I definitely recommend for angst lovers! Also, all the porn movies I mentioned are LEGIT lmao, I wish I was joking. Oh, and this chapter features a lot of foreshadowing for the next one, guess what it is and enter the giveaway for a--- yeah, no. I'm joking, but the foreshadowing stands.

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[dracos-eternity]

Frat Boys-Frat Peter Parker X Reader Smut

Summary- Your girl's officially a college student, let's get a little Frat boy action, and just for my bestie @emma-cantmakeuphermind, we'll do peter parker.

Warnings-Protected Sex (DON'T BE SILLY WRAP YOUR WILLY), Choking, Hair Pulling, Cursing, Oral (M&F Receiving)

It is a little short, I apologize.

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"Oh, hey, you guys made it." Katy smiles as she opens the door to the fraternity. We follow her in as she steps further into the frat house. "Everyone this is Y/n, and-" She trails off, looking at my two friends I brought.

"Oh, this is Mia and Taylor." I signal to my friends. We follow Katy into the living room and sit down. I spot this cute boy on one of the couches and smile at him. "Can I sit next to you?"

"Yeah," He smiles as he slides over to let me sit with him. I give a small glance to Taylor, and her giving a knowing smile back.

"Katy, who is this?" I whisper to her.

"Oh, that's Peter." She winks.

I sit on my phone, secretly sneaking glances at Peter. I feel a little sad as he walks away. My mood quickly changes as Katy gets up, dancing to the music. I follow suit, joining her. I let the music take control of my body, swaying my hips with her on my back. She backs up a little and I notice Peter walking up again, I grab his hand, letting him get behind me. I smirk as his hands find their way to my hips and pull me closer. The song ends and we sit down again.

"Wanna go upstairs?" He smirks.

"I'm good with that." He nods in response and mumbles 'I'll be back.' He returns a few minutes later and grabs my hand. I follow him upstairs and into a room. I pull out the condom from my purse that I keep for emergencies. I hand it to him as I drop to my knees.

"Fuck." He groans as I pull his shorts and boxers down, freeing his already hardening member. I put him in my mouth, laying my tongue flat so that it brushes the bottom of his cock as I take all of him. I continue my movements until I'm sure he's completely hard. I stand up, smirking as he turns me around and bends me over the bed. He unzips my boots, discarding them on the floor. I take a deep breath as I feel his fingertips brush against the back of my thigh, pulling my dress up. He slides my panties to the side and I feel his tip at my entrance. I push myself and whine when he grips my hip, stopping me.

"Please." I plead. He slides in and pain rushes through me from the stretch. He starts at a slow pace, quickly speeding up. Moans fill the room as he grabs my hair, bottoming out in every stroke.

"What's my name?" His hand releases my hair, pushing his hand on my back to make my arch deeper.

"Fuck, Daddy." I moan in response.

"Good girl." He leans forward, grabbing my throat when he does.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" My words are cut short as he releases my neck, snaking his hand under me and between my thighs. He applies pressure to my clit, rubbing in circles and sending me barreling over the edge as I cum. He follows suit, cumming and pulling out.

"Don't move." He trashes the condom and I stay in the same position. I hear him shuffling behind me and I inhale sharply as his tongue flattens and licks a clean stripe up my slit.

"Shit." I whimper as his tongue prods at my entrance.

"I just wanted to taste you." He stands up and helps me get up. He helps me put my boots back on, fixing the laces and zipping them back up. I grab his hoodie off the bed, slipping it on.

"I'm keeping this."

"You should it looks good on you. You should definitely let me get your number so we can do this again." I smile, taking his phone from him and typing my number. He leads me down the stairs and the silence fades away as the music rings through the first floor of the house.

[midnightartemis]

Rooftop

Eddie x Steve

Tags: Dom/Sub Vibes, mentions of Voyeurism/Virginity, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve, use of pet names, use of ‘dyke’ but in an endearing way

Eddie calls out Steve for being Robin’s beard.

AN: A short little Drabble/one shot for now but might expand into something longer. I’m thinking a 90s college AU where Steve and Eddie don’t meet in high school. Also I wrote this on my phone in the car and haven’t edited it so sorry for any mistakes

Rating: M

There was something more about Eddie on the rooftop. Away from the party the flashing lights and all the noise Eddie looked like he could breath again. The lights of the city reflected in his eyes dark, round, and beautiful. Steve had to make himself stop staring.

“So,” a small smirk came to Eddie’s lips. “You and Robin, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” Steve shifted uncomfortably and shoved his hands in his pockets. The unsettling feeling returned to his gut and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Eddie was making fun of him in some way. “Robin. She’s great.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie stepped in closer to him. “You two done it? What’s your favorite position?”

“I- What- Ed,” Steve sputtered.

Eddie burst out laughing. “How the fuck are you fooling anyone?”

“What? We’re not- We- I,” panic rose like bile in Steve’s throat.

“You think I can’t see a dyke in sheep’s clothing, Stevie?” Eddie’s amused grin did nothing to comfort Steve’s fear. “You’re her beard.”

“I- You can’t tell anyone.” Steve managed to squeeze out between breaths.

Eddie’s amusement softened. “Steve, no I’m not going to tell anyone. I— Do you really not know?”

“Know?” It was taking everything he had not to deck Eddie, to revert to that guy he was in high school that tried to solve everything with his fists. Eddie didn’t know about him. He was just being a good friend to Robin. There was nothing wrong with that— there was—

Eddie’s lips pressed against his and Steve froze.

It was short. Quick. Blinking and you could have missed it. By the time Steve’s brain rebooted Eddie’s face had fallen.

“Did I— Have I severely misread the situation?”

Eddie just kissed him.

Eddie just shared an incredibly shitty kiss with him.

Steve had to fix that problem.

“Shit.” Eddie wiped a hand over his lips and took a step for the door. “I— I’ve gotta go.”

But Steve had always been quick as he grabbed Eddie’s wrist and pulled him back in for a proper kiss this time. “Don’t go.”

Eddie grinned against his lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

Steve opened his mouth to say more but couldn’t find words better than tasting Eddie again. He could taste the nicotine and booze and underneath all that something sweet and uniquely Eddie. Every kiss before this one just felt like practice. But nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his waist pulling him closer then guiding him back until Steve hit a brick wall.

“Fuck, I should have known your lips are sin.” Eddie whispered.

“Please.” Steve felt like he was dying. That was the only explanation for this.

“Please, what, Princess?” Eddie smirked. Steve groaned at the bolt of electricity that zipped through him. “You like that name?”

“Eddie…” Where had his sanity gone? How had Eddie instantly turned him to putty with just a kiss and some words?

“The things I want to do to you, Princess,” Eddie trails hot, burning kisses along Steve’s jaw. “Can’t be done on a rooftop where just anyone can see.”

The thought of someone watching this, someone seeing Eddie debauch him like this, left Steve gasping. Which only made Eddie grin wider. “Unless you like that sort of thing. Not so much of an Angel are we, Stevie?”

“Fuck me.” Steve let his head his the brick wall. He wasn’t sure how much of this he could take. Eddie had barely touched him and he was already about to cum in his pants.

“If you insist.” Eddie’s teeth grazed his neck. “Your place or mine.”

Oh god. This was happening. This was really happening. There was a party happening two floors below him where Robin was waiting for him and Eddie fucking Munson was propositioning him for—

“I’m a virgin.” Steve cringed as Eddie pulled back.

“Not sure where that came from because I know for certain you are not.” There was a tone of amusement in Eddie’s voice that made Steve turn beet red.

“I’m a… Guy virgin.” The fear that Eddie might not want him now settled like acid in his stomach. “I’ve never… You know.”

“Had sex with a guy?”

Steve nodded. He couldn’t make himself look up at Eddie for fear of what he might find there.

“Do you want to take things slow, baby?” Eddie gently brought Steve’s chin up. “I’m more than okay with that.”

The words caught in his throat as he saw the earnestness in Eddie’s eyes. He nodded. “I still— — I’ve got to get Robin back home. But can we—“

Eddie pulled a sharpie out of his back pocket and took Steve’s hand. He wrote down an address and a phone number on it. “Take care of your girl. Then come here. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed.

Eddie stole his breath away with one more kiss then left him up on the rooftop. Steve touched his lips as the door closed. The skyline of the city twinkled back at him as the chill of the night returned to him. Steve took a deep breath and adjusted himself before following after Eddie.

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[spectrechosts]

If Anything Could Ever Be This Good Again - Chapter 3

Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions.

Full Series

Megavolt sat in a holding cell, Azure watching her through the bars. Her gem couldn't be removed, which meant her powers couldn't be neutralized, which meant Azure had to babysit.

"These cuffs are a little tight." Megavolt said, tilting to the side to show her hands behind her back.

Azure said nothing.

"You know what, you're busy. Allow me."

She made a show of disassembling the cuffs, going so far as to unlink each segment of the chain between them and let them float in the air as she massaged her wrists before reassembling them, this time binding her hands in front of her.

"There, much better."

"Hey, cut that shit out!" The officer who had the misfortune of watching over the holding cells said, and Azure raised her hand to quiet him.

"Don't react. She's not going anywhere, let her play her stupid games."

"Aha! You talked, that means I win my stupid game!"

Azure once again said nothing.

"Anyway, if you want my advice? Zip ties. You can buy them at the dollar store, they're not made of metal. Then all you'd have to worry about is transporting me in any kind of vehicle, the cell itself, me being able to shoot lightning out of my hands, it'd just be a lot safer all around."

"Oh shit."

"I told you to ignore-"

"Not her, come look at this." The officer said, and unmuted the TV in the corner.

"-covered the source of the disturbance, a young woman now traveling on foot further into the city. Citizens are advised to evacuate the area, as we are measuring extreme temperatures exceeding -50 degrees as far as 200 meters from the individual. Under no circumstances should she be approached. The Shining Rangers have been contacted, but have yet to intercept for unknown reasons-"

"Not to uh, tell you your magical business or nothin', but shouldn't you all be dealing with that?"

"Yeah Azure," Said Megavolt, who had left her cell to get a better look at the TV. It was bad, you couldn't see Phoebe through the blizzard surrounding her, but you could see where she had been. The thermal stress warped and cracked her surroundings, and paramedics struggled to keep up with the slew of frostbite victims. "Shouldn't you do something about that?" She added, her innocent smile daring Azure to do anything about it.

Azure took a cigarette from her pocket, held it up to her lips and lit it with a puff of blue flame.

"Hey, you can't-"

Azure glared at the officer.

"…Nevermind."

"Leave us."

"Look lady, I know you're in charge of your magic thing, but-"

"Leave. Now."

"Alright, Jesus." He muttered, and left. "Buncha pissy super-broads telling me how to do my job."

He slammed the door behind him, and Azure huffed.

"I think we can both agree that this-" She jabbed her cigarette towards the TV. "-is a problem."

"Oh, definitely." Megavolt said, wide-eyed and nodding. "Something must be done. But what?"

"I can go get her, take her somewhere she can't hurt anyone."

"Mm, and while you're gone I can keep myself entertained with my new game, 'How fast can I put every gun in this building in its owner's mouth?' It's fun for the whole family."

Azure gritted her teeth. "Fine," She hissed. "I'll send some of the other rangers, they can-"

"You know, I get the feeling she doesn't want to see any of you."

"Goddammit, work with me here."

"I am working with you." Megavolt said, "You think this is bad? This is her walking around. She's probably not even aware she's doing this, the state she must be in. You want to give her a target to focus on, be my guest, but it'll get a lot worse if you do. And that's before I come in, because I promise you if a single Shining Ranger gets close to her I'm tearing this city apart by the foundations."

Azure pinched the bridge of her nose.

"And I presume you think you can fix this."

"This early in the process she's got no control over her powers, she gets upset and her gem goes apeshit." Megavolt said, shrugging. "You let me go, she'll calm down and it'll stop."

"So what, you're saying this is my fault?"

"Now's not the time to assign blame, all I'm saying is that before I was arrested there was a minor weather distortion you couldn't pinpoint the source of, and now there's a zone of frozen death moving through the city."

"You put her up to this-"

"I told her to rest and eat some soup. She's a big girl, she can make her own decisions. Are you going to swallow your pride and let me try to fix the problem, or are you going to whine about how terrible I am?"

Azure sighed.

"Why did I ever let you join my team?" She whined. "I dislike you greatly."

"Let it all out, I'm a captive audience."

Azure was slumped against the wall now, hands covering her face.

"You're such a fucking bitch."

"Mhm."

"Megavolt is a stupid name."

"Ouch."

"Terawatt, it was right there."

"Oh sure, let me just put my social security number in there too. You done?"

"…Yes. Go stop your stupid girlfriend."

"Gladly." Megavolt said, and did not move.

"What are you waiting for? Go."

"I'd love to. But uh," She jingled her handcuffs and clicked her tongue. "Need ya to uncuff me first, boss."

If looks could kill, Azure would have left her a smoldering crater.

~

Phoebe was cold.

She trudged along through ice and snow, teeth chattering. She had to get to the police station, had to find Tara, but she didn't know where she was and she couldn't see through the blizzard and her head hurt and she was tired and she was cold.

Delirium was setting in. She couldn't hear herself think over the howling wind, or the cacophony of car alarms that seemed to follow her. She didn't know what direction she was going, she just had to keep walking or she would never get Tara back.

"UNIDENTIFIED SUPERHUMAN. HALT AND DISPERSE THE STORM."

Police?

"IF YOU CONTINUE YOUR ADVANCE WE WILL OPEN FIRE."

Police. They had Tara. They had Tara and they were keeping her from her.

She was so cold.

"I REPEAT, STAND DOWN OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING."

They didn't deserve to have Tara.

They didn't deserve to be warm while she suffered.

She reached out and she made that warmth hers, absorbed it into the bottomless pit her heart had become. It soothed her aching body for mere seconds, before the heat drained away again and naught but bitter cold remained.

No further instructions came.

She still felt empty. She kept walking.

It didn't take long for her to come up on the remains of the blockade, a SWAT team perfectly preserved in icy tableau. She toppled an officer and his body shattered, chunks of red sliding away from the impact in a sea of white.

"Fuck," She thought, through the thick fog in her mind. "They could have told me where the police station is."

She approached another officer and pried a radio off him, taking a chunk of clothing and skin with it. With trembling fingers she pressed in the button on the side.

"H-Hello?"

Her voice was hoarse, and the winds nearly drowned her out.

"I… I don't know where I am. I need to get to the police station."

No response.

"You took my girlfriend, I-I need to come rescue her."

Nothing. She dropped the radio and it broke into pieces.

Goddammit she knew where they were holding her, she had been there, if she could just think, if she could just find something to orient herself by in this fucking whiteout.

"Phoebe?"

It was all just so fucking frustrating and the storm was getting worse and she was crying and the tears stung her face as they froze instantly and everything ached and she wanted to stop but she couldn't.

"Phoebe? Phoebe where are you?"

"T-Tara?" She croaked. "Tara!"

"Phoebe!" Tara yelled, and just about bowled Phoebe over with how fast she swooped out of the blinding snow and embraced her. "Oh Phoebe, oh thank god you're okay."

Phoebe just sank into Tara's arms, she was here and she was safe and she was warm.

"I had to come break you out of jail." She murmured into Tara's chest.

"You very much didn't, the idea was I get caught to keep you safe."

"I don't want to be safe, I want you."

"I can see that, babygirl." Tara looked at their surroundings, the blizzard letting up around them revealing the devastation she had wrought. "We need to get out of here, can I carry you?"

"Mhm."

"Okay. Time for us to take a vacation."

~

Tara opened the door of their motel room magnetically and tossed a take-out bag at Phoebe, who was sitting on the edge of the bed watching as footage from the fourth day of efforts to undo the damage she had done played on the TV.

"Did I really do all of that?"

"Yes, try not to dwell on it. I shouldn't have left you alone."

"I don't remember this at all." Phoebe said, unpacking her meal. "I remember you leaving, and I remember you getting caught, and then it's all a blur until we got here."

"Yeah, first few days are like that. Incredibly volatile and disoriented as you get used to being a conduit of evil."

"I don't feel especially evil. I mean, I want to destroy the Shining Rangers-"

"Obviously."

"-but I kinda feel like I've wanted to do that for a while? And now I'm just, okay with that being what I want."

"Some would say that's what makes us evil."

"I would say that magic gems are very stupid and I should have become a Kitten Crusader." She gestured at the screen. "What the fuck happened there?"

"Oh, that's where they sicced the swat team on you. I dunno what you did to them, but you did it to that entire zip code. They're still working on thawing out the ground so they can replace the water lines."

"I… Vaguely recall a swat team?"

"Do you recall chunking a guy? Because there's a guy who is chunks now."

"…..He was in my way?"

"I'm not complaining, how many girls can say their girlfriend chunked a guy for them?"

"Please stop talking about chunks while we eat."

"All I'm saying is that I understand that your horrifying force of nature rampage came from a very loving place, you don't have to beat yourself up over it."

"Oh, I'm not." Phoebe said, levitating the ice cubes out of her drink and melting them, reforming them into a sharp icicle that she then flung into a cardboard target. "This is sick, I'm going to kick some Shining Ranger ass when we get back."

"That's my girl."

[estsmutxx]

I saw you wanted to make a sad one shot… maybe do one where the reader breaks up with Kells cause he became very distance and didn’t wanna spend time with her? After she left he realized he f up? (Or If you wanna spice it up, he admits he lost feelings and was over her) whichever one you wanna do!

Idfc (sad)

Plot:what the title says!

warning:there is no smut in this one shot(this is also a short one)

You were laying in your bed,about to go to sleep when you heard the front door open. Colson hasn't came home in days,and you barely heard from him. You had hope he was coming back,you just didn't know when. "It's about time you came home." You said as he walked into the bedroom. "Oh come on,I don't need you giving me shit too." He said,taking his hoodie off of his body.

"What have you been doing for the past,I don't know,six days?"You asked,sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. "I don't know,maybe my fucking job? You do realize I work,right?" He said. "I do realize that,I also realize that you have a girlfriend who's been waiting up for hours for days for you to come home." You responded.

"I never asked you to wait for me." He said. "Oh i'm sorry,I just assumed that's what my boyfriend would want me to do." You said. "Whatever,i'm going to bed. We can fight tomorrow." He said. You shook your head. "Actually,I can just leave." You said. "Knock your shit off,you wouldn't do that y/n. We fight all the time,it doesn't change anything."

"It's changing something now. You're never home,you never even touch me and barely even look at me anymore,and when you finally do show up after days you just act like we aren't even together." You said back to him. He shook his head with a sigh, "I don't know what you want from me." He answered.  "I just want love Colson that's all I ever asked you for." You replied.

"I can't give you everything,I tried." He said. You let out a sigh then got up off the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked you. "I just need to take a break,i'm going outside." You said. "We aren't going to talk about this?" He asked. You shook your head, "maybe when I come back inside,I just need to cool down." You explained,leaving the room and walking out onto the porch.

You sat down in one of the chairs,taking a deep breath. You sat there alone for a few minutes until Colson came outside and stood in front of you. "Yeah?" You asked,looking up at him. "Can we talk,I have to tell you something." He said,fidgeting with his hands. You nodded, "go ahead i'm listening." You replied.

You moved to the side to let him sit next to you,but he didn't move. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He started. "You're scaring me,just tell me." You replied. "I lost feelings."he told you. As soon as those words left his mouth,your heart felt like it dropped to your stomach. "Oh." was all you could say.

"I'm sorry,I don't know what happened." He said. "Okay." You said,getting up. "I'll pack now,i'll leave tomorrow." You said. "Fuck." He sighed as you walked back into the house. Tears almost came out of your eyes as you shoved your clothes into a duffle bag. Your breath started to get unsteady and it was getting harder not to let the tears come out.

Memories of him once treating you like you were all he could ever want came into your mind. You wanted to fix it,but you both already emotionally checked out. You were packing the rest of your clothes when he walked into the bedroom. You both stayed silent as you zipped up the bag. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight." You broke the silence.

He nodded in response as you walked out of the room and went into the living room,leaving the bag in the room. You laid down on the couch,your hands on your chest. Tears rushed down your face as you tried to keep quiet so he wouldn't know. You heard the bedroom door shut as you turned on your side,trying your best to distract yourself and fall asleep.

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(Next day)

You woke up on the couch to the sounds of Colson walking around in the kitchen. You sat up,your eyes adjusting to the light. Neither of you spoke to each other. You got up and went straight to the room,getting your bags then setting them on the couch. “So uhm,I guess I should get going.” You said. He sighed, “yeah.” You were about to walk away when you heard his voice again.“Y/n.” He spoke. “Yeah?” You responded. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fix us.”

[burninlovebutler]

26 - NYE pt. 2 - Say It Again** // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc | word count: 6.8k-ish

warnings: smut, alcohol, mentions of substance abuse, mutual masturbation, use of toys, crying, fluffy?? sad fluffy?? (u know the deal), slight sub/dom undertones if u squint, aftercare, please don't hate me, 18+, MDNI

summary: After Austin’s encounter with Elsie in a side room and his new year’s kiss with his date, he spots Elsie making a speedy escape. Plagued with guilt of his actions, he runs to catch her but finds her in a… compromising position.

previous chapter -> 25 - NYE - Til You Come Back For More

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We go 'round again, we jump back in bed That's what you do when you love somebody

These bad omens, I look right through them That's what you do when you love somebody

I died when you left that night for the thousandth time 'Cause you love somebody else

-AUSTIN-

Aspen pulled away from our new year’s kiss with the biggest drunken grin. The taste of her vanilla lip gloss and straight tequila coated my lips. I kissed her again for good measure, pulling her waist against mine. “You look stunnin’ tonight babe.” Cupping her cheeks, “Just like a little sparkly firework.”

She blushed a bit and nudged my arm, “Oh shut up.”

I contemplated sweeping Aspen off into a bathroom to get the feeling of Elsie off me, but I couldn’t do another fuck in a bathroom.

The roar of the new year faded back into standard party noise and Aspen hauled me to the kitchen for fresh drinks. She was talking to me, but my focus was on the door down the hall that I left a desperate Elsie behind. She still hadn’t come out yet, which I figured she would’ve rushed out to get her New Year’s kiss from Nox.

It was only when Aspen handed me a new drink that I saw Elsie creep out from behind the wooden door. Slow at first then quickly zipping through the bustling crowd. Condensation from the red cup collected around my fingertips as I squeezed it between my fingers. My predisposed path I expected her to take was wrong, instead of going to find Nox, she escaped to the loft elevator.

Odd.

Guilt began to spread through my veins as quickly as the alcohol. I hadn’t exactly been nice in that room with her. Maybe it was too much. Maybe I took it too far. I never meant to make her upset – at least not enough to leave a party.

I then diverted my attention to tracking Nox, between the many other Elon Musk wannabe’s it wasn’t the easiest mission. I finally spotted him in a corner with some girl, a blonde girl.

A girl that looked pretty similar to the blonde I saw at the bistro weeks ago. The girl that ‘wasn’t there’.

Okay so – either she’s upset because of me or because of Nox – or I’m fucking seeing shit again.

Either way I needed to find her.

“Hey darlin’.” Curling my arm around Aspen, “I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Aw,” The edges of her plump lips downturned for a just a moment, “Well that’s okay, I kinda wanted to go to the club and cash in on lonely partiers.”

A smile tugged across my face, that was exactly why this was working. No strings, just fun.

“Why don’t you wanna stay and party?” She dropped a maraschino cherry in her mouth then plucking the stem out.

“I just don’t think I’m feelin’ all that well.”

She twirled the cherry stem between her thin fingers. “Aw,” She pushed out her bottom lip, “I can help, you want a bump?”

It took a good pause for me to contemplate the answer to that but ultimately decided against it, coke wasn’t something I wanted to make a habit of. I had too many fixes to juggle already.

“Nah I’m okay, but thanks for offerin’.” Picking her chin up, her brown eyes sparkling up at me. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t gorgeous. She looked like if you put old Hollywood Marilyn Monroe into a present-day high-end escort. The type of escort that only the 1% hire, the Jeff Bezoz type of escort. Her features soft like a girl next door but her body like – a Playboy bunny. That’s exactly what she looked like, a Playboy bunny. The sex appeal, charm and the cheerfulness of a Playboy bunny.

I pressed a kiss on her full lips but before I could pull away, she hooked her finger into my shirt pocket. Her eyes met mine again, plopping the cherry stem in her mouth and within seconds plucking a newly formed knot from her extended tongue. Her fingers rotated it in my eyeline before dropping it in the pocket, her bedroom eyes locked on me the entire time. “Consider that a rain check for the other ways I could make you feel better.” She swiped the excess cherry juice from her thumb across her tongue then cleaned it off with a pop.

Navigating through shitfaced New Yorkers on New Years was hard enough on its own but the urgency of finding Elsie and the concoction of chemicals in my system made it quite a trying journey.

Finally reaching her door, I gave my signature knock.

No answer.

Knock again.

No answer.

With a slight turn of the knob, the door pushed open. “Els?” I called quietly. Tiptoeing around the empty apartment before hearing small noises from behind her cracked bedroom door. When I stepped closer, they sounded like whimpers.

Fuck. The last fucking thing I wanted to do was make her cry.

I knocked gently against the door frame, “Els?”

No answer, so I decided to just open the door. We had keys to each other’s places it wasn’t like we never just showed up.

A loud shriek came from her lips, her bare legs clamping around her hand.

“I-“ Eyes widening at the absolute opposite of what I thought was going on. Her dress bunched up at her hips, her hand between her thighs.

“What are you doing here!” Using her free hand to chuck a pillow at me that I promptly dodged. I’d never seen her cheeks so red.

“I thought you were sad!” I defended, putting both hands up as if I were under arrest.

“Why the fuck would I be sad!”

“Well I-“

“Get out!” Chucking another pillow at me.

Then it occurred to me, and maybe it was selfish, but the sight of her like that burned something vicious down my body. “Wait,” A slight curl at the corner of my lips, “Is this because of me?”

“What?”

“Is what you’re doing because of me?” I questioned, backing against the door clicking it closed.

“What are you doing, can you please just fucking leave.” Her voice was so flustered, it was almost endearing.

“Hm.” I stepped over to her, only causing her to clamp her legs more and slink further away from me. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

I sat on the edge just below where her legs were bent. I loved having her be putty in my hands, I loved making her squirm and writhe and beg. Green eyes just blinked at me, even I could see the confusion behind them, the conflict. The visual struggle made me second guess my own actions. “I’m sorry I walked in on you. I’ll leave if you want me to.” Dropping the teasing tone.

“It’s okay um- just what are you doing here.” Well, she didn’t throw me out, maybe I was onto something after all.

“I saw you leave the party, I thought you were sad. But now I see you were just hor-“

“Sh!” Her free hand pressed a finger to my lips. She eyed me like if I was about to pull some rabbit out of a hat, like I was hiding something she was searching for.  In the slowest motion she unfolded her legs, keeping her hand over her core.

God she was gonna send me into a frenzy.

“Need some help?” I couldn’t help but offer.

Her middle and ring fingers drew up her slit landing at her clit but didn’t move. I could already feel my blood rushing to my hips. All I wanted to do was finish what I started at the party.

Adjusting to be between her legs, I pressed my coordinating fingers into hers then guiding them in slow circles.

“Wha-“ She began to protest.

“I can’t touch you remember?” I reminded. She dropped her head as my hand took control of the motions on herself.

“Fuck.”

“Now I’m gonna ask again.” Speeding up just enough to be noticeable, “Were you touching yourself because of me?” Her eyes widened, that was he rabbit she was waiting for - the ‘mean’ me she was yelling about at the party, the me that made her weak.

Her lack of a response caused a pause in my motions. Leaning forward placing a kiss at her bent knee, “Now what did we talk about words?”

Her already desperate eyes scrunched closed in defeat. It was those tiny moments of defeat that fueled me to push her further and further.

“Yes – Yes it was because of fucking you.” The angst in her voice indicated that she didn’t want to give in, but she was. She was pissed that I was right, that I saw right through her.

“Hm. You’re getting better.” My fingertips moving again, now in circle-8’s.

A low moan poured from her mouth. As rock hard I was or as much I wanted to be buried inside her or how I wanted to hear her choke on me, any of it didn’t distract from this. For me, sometimes this was even better than any of those. Being an orchestrator of a beautiful woman’s demise? A puppet master for a blinding spiral? Well that’s better than any orgasm I could ever have.

“Tell me darlin’, you got any toys in that drawer?” Her eyes shooting open again, more pink flooding into her cheeks.

“I- uh- no, I don’t.” Her words barely coming out past her stutters.

“Well, then you don’t mind if I double check?” My tone innocent, teasing. I went to open her wooden bedside table drawer when she caught my arm.

“No, no I don’t think you need to double check.” Panic clear in her voice.

“Mhm.” A swift tug at the drawer before she could protest further. Her hands immediately covering her face from pure embarrassment.

I was in utter shock when the opened drawer revealed a rather large collection of toys. Though, I suppose when you’re with a partner who doesn’t satisfy you, you need to find ways to find relief. Each toy she owned was smaller than me, but I chose the closest one to my size and girth.

When I returned to her, she had clamped her legs together again and was still covering her face. “Well, that wasn’t very nice to lie to me.”

“Shut up.” She fussed.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” My index tracing up the side of her thigh, “C’mon open up for me will ya?”

“No, you’re being mean.” She grumbled still hidden behind her humiliation.

“I think you like it when I’m mean,” The throbbing in my jeans was beginning to become painful, threatening to take complete control. “Let me make you feel good baby.” My hand curving round her full thigh, indicating to let me spread them. She paused then obliged, slowly opening her legs for me.

You know how when you’re really craving a favorite meal and then you finally get it and all you want to do is devour it in the most depraved way? That’s exactly how I felt the minute I saw her glistening heat.

“Alright darlin’ here’s what I’m gonna need you to do for me,” Gently bringing her fingers back to her swollen bundle, “I need you to keep doin’ what you were doin’ before, I’ll take care of the rest alright?” The utterly taken aback look on her face swirled both fear and excitement. Her dainty fingers began moving in circles once more.

Her eyes tracking me as I let a drip of spit land on the silicone member and massaging it in to lubricate before I brought it to her. Before I could even line up to her entrance she opposed, “I want yours”

Those were not words I thought would come from her mouth, in that moment but it only made me strain in my pants more, it took the last bit of self-restraint to reply, “You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not.”

“Because you won’t answer me.” Stating the obvious.

“About what?”

“You know what. The reason you’re in this mess.”

“Aust please,” Looking up with pleading eyes, “I need you.”

“Answer it, why were you so upset at the party?”

“I told you I don’t have an answer.” She repeated, quite brave of her to be defiant in this compromising position.

“Well then I can’t fuck you.” The words physically pained me.

She groaned in frustration, “Fine but…” Contemplating, gears churning while her vision traced from my face down to the bulge in my pants, “Well, if I have to touch myself, then so do you.” She said matter-of-factly.

Now it was me who was taken aback, not expecting that either. “Is that really what you want?” Confirming the fucked-up compromise.

She nodded pathetically, “Please? I need to see your cock.”

I didn’t need much convincing after that, undoing my zipper and tugging both jeans and boxers down letting my member spring free. I eyed her core before slipping two fingers slowly into her, causing a gasp. I moved them back and forth to get just enough of her juices to use as my own lube. She watched my every movement, from her to myself, then watching as my fingers wrapped around the head of my length and began to slowly bob up and down. I couldn’t help letting out a low groan as I was finally getting the relief I so desperately needed all night.

“Is this what you wanted?” Bringing my grip lower on myself and noticing her index and middle fingers beginning to work on herself again, “To watch me fuck myself?”

“Yes,” She nodded watching my hand as if she was in a trance, “Do you… do that to the thought of me?”

Suddenly that question that I kept asking her now spun on me seemed significantly crueller. Letting out another low grunt when I finally reaching the base of my length, “Of course, how could I not think about being deep in your throat again?”

A tiny proud curve tugged at her lips, “You think about being inside me?”

My hand now gaining a rhythm on my pulsing cock, “Fuck – yes.” I glided the head of the toy up and down her glistening slit, before gently sliding it inside her with my free hand. “Just like that.”

She sucked in a sharp breath the moment the toy filled her, but it wasn’t enough, “Please, fuck me.” She pleaded once more.

If I had to tell her ‘no’ one more time, I didn’t know well I’d be able to deliver it. My actions continued, now matching my hand in time with the silicone slipping in and out of her dripping heat. She must’ve caught on since her index and middle fingers also paced with rhythm.

“Does that feel good baby? Being filled up?” My actions sped up marginally. Using that word both turned me on and twisted my stomach in knots. The knots only tightened when I felt myself press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, breaking the ‘no touching’ rule. Even though we were engaged in some filthy action, the kiss felt so intimate. Probably one of the worst ways I could’ve touched her.

It earned me a pitched whimper, “Yes.” Her hips ever so slightly lifting and rotated on the fake dick.

Watching her soaked cunt getting fucked by something that wasn’t me only made me insatiable, I needed her in my mouth. My hand moved from my member using two fingers to spread her even more. I wanted to devour her but all I was allowed to do was watch. Whines rolled from her lips basically fucking herself with the way she rutted her hips on the toy.

“Please Austin, I need your cock – I need to feel you.” Her voice even weaker than before, “I wanna cum on you please.” As she begged her thrusts became more erratic, causing the grip on my length to follow suit.

Her digits took over my work sliding down between her folds and spread them wide for me, riding both fingers across her lips. She was trying to torture, make me give in. And I wanted to, god I fucking wanted to, so fucking bad.

I returned grasp to my throbbing cock and my eyes never once left her pussy. “I can’t, you know I can’t.” My stare still on her core as if I were hypnotized. I watched the blue toy drawing in and out of her, her walls gripping onto it. All I could do was imagine it was me inside her. It took every ounce of self-control to keep me from doing just that.

A weak moan fell as she circled her swollen clit again, “Are you close?”

I thought about it for a moment, but my pulsing head answered for me, “Yes.”

Tugging at her bottom lip seeming almost embarrassed of what she was about to say, “I want you to cum on me.” Rose blush tinted her cheeks.

“What?” Propping an eyebrow and stifling another moan as my hand wrapped around myself never took a break.

“I want you over me – and I want you to cum on me.” She clarified, “No touching.”

My view moved to her face to verify what she had just said, “You sure?”

“Mhm.” Nodding pathetically, “Please Aus? I wanna be covered in your cum.”

She didn’t need to ask any more for me to be between her legs, it took every ounce of restraint to not just slide right into her exposed and begging core. I stole the opportunity to take in the full sight of her, desperate, wet, pathetic, plump lips raw from biting down any noises she didn’t want escaping. The silky emerald dress beautifully draped off every curve of body, accentuating her full hourglass figure. She looked angelic, only illuminated by a singular bedside lamp and the glows from the city. Breathtaking and fragile like one of those sculptures where you can see every wrinkle of the dress. Had I never noticed her beauty in that way? Or had I just been lying the entire time - had I always looked at her that way?

I knew I couldn’t touch her, but I couldn’t resist from trailing my fingertips up her thighs to her hips, pushing the slinky dress material up a bit. “I don’t think you want me making a mess on this pretty dress baby.”

Every time I fucking said the term of endearment, I wanted to punch myself, but I wanted to keep using it.

She blinked up at me, showing the most hesitation I’d seen from her all night. “I um, I don’t wanna do that.”

Furling my brows up at her, “This has to be like $200 dress you really want me ruining it?”

“$500.” Correcting me but kept her focus on the side of the bed, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s okay I’ll get it dry cleaned or something.”

Out of every fucking weird thing that led up to that moment tonight, that was the most puzzling one. There was something wrong and as a man of course it took me longer than it should’ve to figure it out.

Smoothing my hand up over hip beneath the dress, “You don’t have to hide from me.” Her cheeks prickled pink, “I’ve seen you without a shirt on before.”

“Yeah, but,” Running her tongue between pressed lips, “Never like this. I never do… this without a shirt on.”

“What do you mean?” It only got more perplexing, “You don’t have sex without a shirt on?”

“We’re not having sex.” She was quick to correct me, however her point was debatable. “But, no… ehm, he doesn’t like seeing me like that… when we’re, ya know.”

Nox continued to shock me because like, what the fuck? Why would you want her to hide? If it were me the dress would’ve been on the floor before we even left the party.

I wasn’t prepared to handle her statement, well I wasn’t really prepared to handle any of it.

“I’m not him.” I reminded her, “And I want to see you.”

She just stared at me when I figured maybe I should reframe my words.

Fingers molding around her hips gently, “I want to see you. I’m not lying about that. But more than that, I want you to be comfortable.” I reassured, “So, if me ruining your expensive dress is what will make you most comfortable then, I’m okay with that.”

She took a minute to process my words before replying with a soft, “Thank you.” Her tone was more appreciative than it should’ve been, like no one had ever taken time to prioritize her comfort.

“I want to…I just,” Eyes faltering once more, “I don’t think I can.”

I nodded, “Okay. That’s okay.”

She looked so relieved, making me sadder than it should’ve. It made me wonder the sort of backlash she was used to when saying no.

“Do you want to continue?” Making sure we were still on the same page, “It’s okay if you don’t.” Her hazy greens met mine though I couldn’t tell what they were thinking. I squeezed her hip again softly, “I won’t be upset, I promise.”

She pulled herself together, “I want to.” Giving me a little smile, as if my basic human decency had given her a green light. “No touching.”

Normally I hated those words, but this felt more like a victory. Not a sexual one, but some sort of a victory, nonetheless.

I gave her a small chuckle, “Okay, you got it. No touching.”

In that moment it felt like something began to weave together. Every other time us as friends and us as… whatever this was, were completely different, completely separate. But in that tiny fleeting exchange, it seemed to be both versions of us meshed.

The way her eyes blinked up at me, a soft sage suggested she might have felt the same sensation. If I didn’t know better, she was telepathically telling me to lean down and kiss her – it had to be her though right? It wasn’t be me. For whatever reason the thought of kissing her was the line – because of course us literally fucking ourselves to each other wasn’t the line. You kiss one-night stands, I kissed Aspen, I even fucked her, and it meant nothing to me. But Els would be different, I just knew it. And as much as I did want to sleep with her, that would be different too.

Her hands trickling down her body snapped me out of my thoughts. Fingers beginning to work on herself again in circles, not taking long for tiny whimpers to escape.

“You okay?” Her voice quiet, insecure, “If you really want me take it off-“

“No, no,” Stopping her free hand that already tugged the dress up slightly, “You look perfect just like this.”

Soft lips curled up, “Thanks Austie.”

It was no ‘baby’ but it was close.

“If you want to…you could take yours off.” I never saw her like this, shy, embarrassed, apprehensive, vulnerable. I loved it.

It caused a small laugh, “Is that what you want?”

“Mhm.” A little nod then tugged at the hem of my shirt.

Using just the collar to swiftly slip my black tee off, I watched her gaze rake down my body now fully bare in front of her. She brought dainty fingertips just hovering over my chest, tracing each accentuated ab. I knew I wasn’t nearly as muscular as Nox so, I wasn’t quite sure if her regard was one of comparison.

Her floating touch never making contact with me until finally reaching the wrist that held my member, fingers gently landing on my wrist bone. Even just the tips of her fingers on my wrist sent shockwaves through me and directly into my cock.

“Continue?” Her sight timidly reaching mine once more.

Using one hand to prop myself over her and the other started working on my length again. She reached down past her right hand and took over the toy to fuck herself under me.

I held myself up, my forehead pressed against hers – the only part of us that touched. Our focus never leaving each other’s eyes, our staggered breathing matched in time, watching the descent in the other’s face.

“Fuck I wish it was you around my cock.” The hand at work on myself speeding up at the thought of any part of her, even just her hand on me pushed me further.

“I know,” Her clouded wide eyes looking up at me so innocently, so pure. “I wish it was you inside me.”

Her fingers accelerated as well as moving the toy in and out of herself. Knowing that my cock was just inches away from being inside her drove me insane. I wanted to bury myself in her and fuck her senseless. She deserved it from how frustrated she made me.

Our working hands were so close to each other, in some twisted way we were fucking each other - her rhythm with the toy matched exactly the speed that my hips rolled into my hand.

The gentleness towards her from just before was slipping out of my grasp. “I don’t think you want that baby.” My head falling into the small of her neck.

“What, why?” She squeaked. “I do.”

“No, because you’ve driven me fucking insane. I’d make you pay. You’re lucky I can’t fuck you the way I want.” The thrusts into my grip sped up as they would if I was fucking her.

Her breath hitched clearly not expecting that answer. From earlier at the party, I figured her voice would fail her again, but she surprised me, “Maybe I’d like that.” The artificial tool catching up to my pace.

“Really?” Breathing into her neck from how her words fueled me, “You’d like it if I fucked you senseless? You’d like it if I used you as my own personal fuck doll?” Those were things I absolutely never imagined saying to her, especially not like this but the bourbon burned in my blood and I had little filter. From how silent she went, I thought for sure that had been too much.

“Yes.” She shyly answered through a stifled moan, “I’d like to be that for you.”

“Oh yeah?” My hand now catching up with her faster speed. God all I wanted was to sink my teeth into her, mark her, leave her covered in remnants of me. “What if I wanted to hurt you?”

Her silence even louder, I hoped she knew what I meant or that I didn’t just ruin everything. “I think I’d like that too.”

“Fuck baby.” I breathed out and failing at keeping a groan from escaping into her neck. My climax was approaching. As much as I wanted to finally come, I didn’t want this moment to end. It was the closest we’d ever gotten. “How about if I wanted to fill you up with my cum, would you like that too?”

“Yes.” No hesitation on that one. “I wish you’d do that right now.”

“Fuck,” I grunted when her reply caused my cock to twitch in my hand, “You’re gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.”

“I want you to cover me remember? I want your cum all over me, all over my dress.” Her fingers stumbling on her clit and the toy erratic. “Aus I’m so close, I’m so close.” Voice strained through her rapid breathing.

I nodded, then bring my forehead to hers again, I wanted to watch her unravel. “C’mon baby, you can come, give in to me. Pretend that’s my tongue on you, pretend it’s my cock inside you.” On the precipice of my own demise.

“Fuck,” She started before full euphoria hit her, “Fuck fuck fuck Austin!” Her back arching away from the bed as she let out the loudest moans I’d ever heard – full of curses and my name.

As she came, I soon followed, fucking my fist as hard as I’d be fucking her. Vivid buzzing filled my hips then spilled from my member, coating her silk dress in milky stripes. Our moans swirling and filling the room. It was watching her completely and totally collapse under me that sent me over the edge. Her eyes stayed locked with mine almost the entire time, only breaking contact when they rolled back in the height of her orgasm.

Eyes fluttered closed while we rode out our highs, heavy staggered breathing in time with each other. Her expression grew progressively bashful, blushing covered her cheeks. A heaviness dropped into my stomach resembling restraint.

Restraint from what?

It wasn’t my body.

Eerily similar to when you can’t wait to spoil the surprise of a birthday gift. A budding secret threatening to escape from your lips at any moment.

I went to pull away to clean the mess we’d made but she caught my arm curling her own around mine. “Please.” A low whisper.

I had no idea exactly what she was begging for but I knew it wasn’t for another finish line.

“I can clean you up-”

“No, I need you please” She didn’t look up at me and I swore I heard her voice crack.

“How? How do you need me?” Replying in a hush close to hers.

Hesitated, “I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?” Running through any possible mistakes I had made, maybe I should’ve resisted my own urges for her sake.

“I, just- I just need you.” Her tone now clearly a cracking dam of restrained tears.

I would’ve had a hand hold her cheek if one wasn’t supporting me and the other wasn’t covered in cum. So, I did the closest thing and nudged her nose.

“How baby? How do you need me?”

Her gaze diverted and clearing her throat, “I- this way, this. I need you to fuck me.” She lied, it was a shit attempt at the truth.

Well now I was completely puzzled, not following a single damn mixed signal. “I don’t think that’s it Els. What is it?”

And in just the second after I used her name tears seeped out. She quickly brought her free arm up to wipe the tears off with her palm, clearly attempting to halt it from accelerating. My brows furled at the sight below me, those were not the kind of tears I normally caused during sex.

“Please, please,” She pled desperately, “Can we do it again please? I need you to do it again.”

“Whoa, what is going on?” Going to pull away but her grip on my arm kept me locked. “Are you upset about this? Did I do something wrong?” I questioned, the only things that seemed like valid reasons. “Did I say something?”

The cries worsened, face reddening under the palm that frantically worked to clean her now flowing tears.

“Is that it? Did I say something wrong?” I mean, I had said plenty to her tonight between the party and here. “What was it?”

Finally letting go of my arm to cover her face in folded arms, now completely sobbing, sharp inhales, and her chest heaving.

“C’mon baby, can you please tell me what it is? I’m sorry for anything.” I didn’t know her cries could get any worse but now she could barely get a full breath in.

She visibly attempted to tame the tears enough to speak, “That.” She said simply.

“I- what?” Before the pieces fell together in a way I didn’t expect – I didn’t expect it to hurt so much either. “’Baby’?”

She fell apart again nodding beneath her arms.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. Is it too much? Do you not like it? I can stop.”

She stilled, seemingly processing how to respond, maybe she didn’t even know. “Please just fuck me? Or something?” Her breathing steading just marginally enough to speak, “I don’t even have to cum just – something, anything.”

“Els, I’m not gonna – do anything – when you’re like this. You’re literally sobbing.” I felt like I was in some sort of twilight zone, like I was missing some key element. She just told me I did something wrong and now she’s begging me to fuck her?

‘I don’t even have to come’?

“I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s really wrong because, well, I can’t just sit here and watch you cry?”

She just kept, wailing. Pure, unbridled wails.

“I mean, if this is really about me saying ba-“

“Please Austin please.”

I had never heard someone begging for sex in such a sad way. It made absolutely no sense. “Elsie, I really don’t know what you want right now. I’m sorry for saying or doing whatever I did. But I need you to tell me what this is about, please.” All I wanted to do was make it better, hold her, stop her tears, whatever she needed, I wanted to give.

She took a long pause.

“If you fuck me, you’ll say it again.”

I took an equally as long pause just trying to wrap my head around her delicate words, “Okay, now you’ve really lost me.”

She turned her face completely away from me even though she was still hidden behind her arms. In a feeble voice, “I need you to fuck me, because you’ll say it again.”

Huh?

“Say what again Els?”

Another pause with struggling inhales, “‘Baby’.”

Not what I was expecting but it was more confusing than anything else she could’ve said. “You only call me that when you want me.” Her words sliced through any fluff, any of the bullshit layers we had laid.

Well, duh. What, was I going to call her baby in front of her boyfriend? Or when we’re watching movies?

“Well – I mean – you know.” Stumped on what exactly was the correct response. “I, well, I just, you know.” Fumbling again, like I was trying to play football with a oil-coated ball.

“See?”

“I well, uh,” What was I supposed to say? You have a fucking boyfriend? I shouldn’t be saying it in the first place. “I just didn’t know you liked it.”

“I know.” As to confirm my thoughts of how it wasn’t right, of how it didn’t make sense for me to say it and how she shouldn’t like it.

“Well, I’m not saying it to like- coerce you into anything. It’s not just because I want to, ya know, do what we did.”

“It’s not?” A sniffle as her weeping slowly began to decline. She knew I couldn’t answer it, I shouldn’t answer it. “I just- I don’t know,” Timidly pulling from her arms now looking up at me teary eyed, “I just like hearing it, I guess.”

Before I could even stop myself, “You like hearing it, or you like to hear me say it?”

Her watery greens rounded but just nodded, so feeble it was barely noticeable.

“Okay,” Finally regaining some control over the situation and realizing that I was still completely fucking nude, “How about this, I clean you up and get you into some comfy clothes?”

With a sniffle she gave me a silent ‘okay’.

“Uh, before I do anything, should I be worried about, ehm… him coming home?”

I fully expected her to shoot up in a panic, but she just shook her head, “No, he texted me he’s not coming home. He’s crashing there.”

Mhm, it had nothing to do with the girl he was with, right?

“Okay.” I made my way out of the mess of sheets and to her bathroom, cleaning myself off and slipping back into my boxers. Then brought a towel to the bed and climbed back in. I kneeled in front of her legs that had clamped back together, not moving any other way.

Trailing my hand up her leg, “C’mon baby, open up for me.”

Immediately I saw a slight glimmer in her now mostly dry eyes and then complied to me, timidly spreading open.

Any other time the sight of her still dripping and the toy still deep inside her would’ve stirred me again, but right now my priority was taking care of her.

I gently pulled the silicone from her core, coming out with a pop which caused her to blush all over again.

“Is it okay that I’m doing this?” I confirmed before actually touching her.

“Mhm.” Now hiding behind her hands again.

I brought the towel to her messy center and softly moved it down between her lips, making sure she was thoroughly cleaned up. “Does that feel okay?”

“Mhm.”

Then going to the dress, wiping off the excess of me that hadn’t yet dried onto the fabric. I tugged a bit on the scrunched dress at her hips, “You wanna take this off? I can get you some PJs and leave the room if you want?”

“Hmm,” She thought, “You can stay but, you have to close your eyes.”

“Okay.” I agreed quietly, pulling off the bed and going to her drawers. From the many drunken nights there I knew exactly which drawer held her PJs, second drawer on the left. I picked out an oversized shirt, one that seemed quite familiar, probably one that she stole from me and then paired with some fleece shorts. I set them on the bed and sat next to them on the edge facing the wall and shutting my eyes. “Alright, I’m not looking.”

I heard her shuffle around the bed struggling through the thick duvet, then an audible struggle and a defeated sigh. “I need help.”

I let out a quiet chuckle, “Of course you do.” I kept my eyes shut but motioned her to come towards me. “C’mere, I’ll keep ‘em closed.”

“Hmph.” She exhaled hard and shuffled her way over to me, the dress rippling across the wooden floor, “Okay, here.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. My hands reached out blindly and met her full hips first, then wandered up her curves on a discovery mission. It was the first time my hands felt her this way without it being fueled by desires. A heavy knot fell into the pit of my belly, but it wasn’t sexual. I didn’t know what it was. It mimicked the feeling of picking up a product in a florescent lit mall, something you felt the instant need for, something perfect for you. Then you look at the price tag and the realization that it is completely out of your budget. Not that she was an object to me, god no. She was anything but an object to me. But she was out of my reach, something I couldn’t afford.

I wanted more than I could handle.

This intimate plight over her body outside of the sexual lens gave me a new view of her physique. The sightless wandering heightened my ability to discern parts of her figure I’d somehow missed, like the extra around her midsection. The part no doubt was what Nox ridiculed and made her embarrassed of, the part that she would stop in mirrors to body-check. The parts she frowned at, pulled baggy clothes over, the parts she hid. And yet they were the parts of her that drove me crazy.

My hands fumbled to find the zipper, causing her to let out a giggle. “C’mon now Aus, it’s not that hard.” A smile crept across my face and I chuckled back, finally finding the zipper and running both index fingers up the length of it. I kept a hand anchored to her side as I delicately unzipped the satin dress.

It was those moments, the giggles in between, it felt like us, normal us. Us meshed between those mistakes. Us meshed over intimate names and forbidden actions. Could we be us while touching the way that we do?

“Thanks.” She replied quietly, stepping forward and slipping the dress off. I could hear the rustling of her changing into the pajamas then pulling herself into bed. “You can open now.”

I let my eyelids open after what felt like an eternity. My gaze fell on her wrapped in her white duvet and gave her a tiny grin, “Ya know, I think you look better like that.”

Red peaked in her cheeks, “Shut up.” Then looking over at me with big eyes and I already knew what was coming, “I’m cold.”

I nodded and climbed across the king-sized mattress and met her under the covers, spooning her from behind. Out of pure reflex I wrapped an arm around her and out of sheer stupidity my hand found hers, intertwining between her fingers. A loud silence fell upon the room, like an elephant had suddenly made an appearance.

After a long bit of stillness came a barely audible, “Aus.”

And suddenly it felt like I was a little kid being caught in something against the rules, “Yeah?” I responded, nervous of what would follow.

She let a long pause pass, “What is this?” Her voice held a slight shake, sadness tainted through every word. “What are we doing?”

And just like that, she broke every silence compromise, every rule, shattering the close call clause. It dawned on me that I didn’t know the answer to that question. What were we doing? What did I want? What did I think would come from this? What ghost was I chasing and why?

“I-I,” I let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”

Her body wouldn’t have been more still, even her knuckles froze in time, “Do um- Do you like it?”

At first thought I questioned it, but how could I not? How could I possibly deny that?

“I think so - I think that’s quite obvious.” I answered simply. “You?”

“I think so.” She copied, her hand giving mine a gentle squeeze. I knew it was the champagne in her system talking, she’d never be brave enough to say any of that sober. That begged the question, did she mean it? And possibly, more importantly, would she remember? Would she remember my answers in the morning? Did I want her to?

I rested my forehead against her shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on her fabric covered skin.

“What does that mean?” She inquired another impossible and prohibited question.

I decided to act dense, the last thing I needed to do was misconstrue what she was insinuating, “What do you mean?”

“Like… for us. What does that mean for us?” I could practically hear her wincing from her own questions, bracing for impact.

“I’m…I’m not sure.” I answered honestly. I didn’t. She had Nox and now I had Aspen. “We’re friends… I guess.” The truth never tasted so vile in my mouth, it was like saying the sky was green.

She ever so slightly curled away from me, her face nuzzled into her pillow and from her lips came an even more vile truth. A truth so loud, so violent that rattled every molecule in my carcass. A verity that would obliterate every rule and null every close call clause.

“Friends don’t do the things we do Aus.”

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[faghubby]

Camping

My friend Joe asked me to join him on a camping trip. It wasn't something I normally enjoyed but Joe had just gone thru a divorce and I figured he just wanted to get away. So I agreed. He had all the equipment gave me a list of what to bring. Basically a change of clothes. Joe even packed my gear for me.

"Where we headed?" I asked.

"I thought we head out to Crystal Lake" he told me. Had never been there so I just nodded. We headed out. It was a three hour drive. When we arrived Joe handled everything he set up the tent started the fire. I was no help everything I tried to help with Joe had to fix. He made dinner over the fire. We sat back and watched the sunset as we got got high. I was pretty stoned when Joe helped me into my sleeping bag.

"Did you check for snakes?" He asked smiling. He reached into the bottom of my bag his hand slid up my leg and he grabbed my crotch.

"Found a little one, don't think he big enough to bite" he said. I was stunned as he rubbed me thru my boxers.

"I found your Tumblr page" he said softly.

"No stop please" I moaned. He did but only to zip our sleeping bags together. He stood and stripped. I looked up to see his cock swinging between his legs thru the small about of fire light coming thru the tent. He slid into the sleeping bag naked.

"Joe I am not gay" I told him he didn't seem to care. He pushed my hands down towards his cock as he bit my nipple.

"I know you are a sissy bitch" he whispered in my ear. As he nibbled on my lobe."

"I never, done nothing" I tried to tell him he placed his cock in my hand. It was huge I thought as it grew hard. I stroked him softly.

"Do you want to taste it " he asked me. I shook my head no. His hands explored my body. Pinching and rubbing all over. I felt his fingers probe my ass.

"So tight" he said and kissed my neck. I was humping the air at this point wanting desperately for him to help me cum. He focused on my ass. Lubing his fingers he slid one then two inside. He had me face away from him allowing him more access. Soon he was finger fucking my ass. He hard cock rubbed against my thigh.

"Okay, I want you to relax and push out like your taking a shit" he told me. I tried as he held the head of his cock against my hole. It was just pressure then my ass gave way and a shot of pain as the head of his cock slid in.

"Shhh relax" he said as he held me and rubbed my balls. The pain started to subside. And he worked in alittle more. He was slow and gentile as he took his time before I knew it he had 8 inches of cock balls deep in my ass. He started to fuck me with long strokes. The pain gone I only felt pleasure as he fucked me.

he took his time switching positions and moving me to how he wanted me. It seemed like an hour before he stiffened and flooded my ass with his cum.

"Is that how you imagined" Joe asked holding me tight.

"Better" I cooed. I was still hard and wanted a release. But Joe just held me tight.

"Paulie, you should find pleasure in pleasing me" he said kissing my neck again. He asked me about my dirty thoughts. He knew everything I had posted. How I wore my wife Sue's clothes. And talked with men on the internet. I eventually fell asleep in Joe's arms.

I woke and noticed I had the hardest morning wood ever. And my ass hurt. I crawled out of the tent to go pee. Joe was making breakfast.

"How you feeling?" He asked with a sly smile. I wandered off to pee. When I returned Joe stood and handed me a cup. But then pulled me close and kissed me hard and deep. His tounge probed my mouth. I was rock hard again. My didk throbbing as it pressed against him. He let me go and I drank my coffee.

"You are mine now, I don't want to share you" Joe told me. "Not even with Sue" he told me. He then handed me my bag. In it were Sue's things. One of my favorite outfits of hers to wear.

"Why don't you get dressed and beg to suck my cock" Joe told me.

"Joe I can't it's just a fantasy !" I wimpered

"Was last night a fantasy" he smiled and slid his hand runnimg across my ass.

"No, I guess" I whispered.

"Come here" he pulled me into my lap.

"You want to be my little sissy faggot don't you?" Joe asked as he pinched my nipples. I felt his cock get hard. He let me up and I went to change.

"You can do it here" Joe said grabbing my hand. I looked around we where in the middle of the woods. And I was still worried someone would see. I opened the bag I recognized the clothes, they belonged to my wifeSue. How had Joe gotten them. I stripped and got dressed in front of him. I slid on my favorite pink thong and bra set. Then pink skin tight shorts. And a belly shirt. Joe stood and pulled out his cock. Then sat back down.

"Paulie come suck my cock" he told me. I just stared at him. Then knelt.

"I will try" I mumbled

"Sue thinks you will do great" Joe told me as I licked the tip of his cock. I stopped and looked up at him.

"Baby, what you waiting for" Joe smiled. I went back to his cock. I licked it all over and sucked on the tip.

"Suck the balls, bitch" Joe told me. I took one then the other in my mouth. He rubber my hair.

"You look pretty as a blond" Joe told me. He let me explore him. I tried to take him in my mouth. I couldn't get more then the tip but kept trying.

"You love sucking my cock don't you?" Joe asked. I just nodded. I continued to try and please him for over an hour. I stopped my jaw sore. Joe helped me stand.

Joe made me breakfast . I sat and ate.

"I am sorry I couldn't make you cum" I told Joe.

"You will have lots of time to practice" Joe informed me.

"Why did Sue give you clothes?" I asked

"You thought she didn't know?" Joe smiled. I panicked alittle.

"Come here" Joe smiled pulling me to his lap. I knew what he wanted and pulled my shorts down before I sat on his lap.

"Here" he handed me a tube of lube. I applied it to his cock. And to my ass. He pulled my thong to the side. I lowered myself onto his hard cock.

"That's right take my cock. Beg me to fuck you like the bitch you are" he told me. His cock slid it much easier then last night.

"You are my sissy bitch from now on, you are mine now" he told me.

"Yes" I moaned. I fucked him. Till he came in my ass. He reached around and made me cum in his hand. He raised his hand to my lips.

"You know what to do" Joe told me. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cum covered fingers in my mouth.

"Cum sucking slut" Joe laughed. As I consumed all of my own cum. As his cock slipped out of my ass. I got dressed. As Joe packed up camp. He didn't let me help. It was man's work he told me.

We hiked out I was still dressed in Sue's clothes. As cum leaked from my ass the whole way out.

"Sue has set up the guest room for you, I don't want my bitch sleeping with anyone else" Joe told me on the drive home. I looked over at him after about an hour into the ride. Then reached over and unbuttoned his jeans. He helped me get out his cock. I practiced sucking his cock again.

"Such a good horny slut" Joe moaned.

this time I was able to make him cum. I choked on his cum. But licked it all up after. The ride home Joe explained what he expected

He wanted me smooth and pretty at all times. When we got home Sue was there to greet me.

"So?" Sue asked smiling.

"I can explain" I started

"No need darling" she kissed me on the cheek. And led me to the guest room. She had moved my things into it.

"Obviously if Joe spends the night it will be just fine" Sue told me. I looked at her.

"Of course if I have an over night guest" she smiled, it made sense but I had not thought about it. I knew I would forever be Joe's

[rhodesrider]

can you please do a fluff with roman as the tribal chief and they are backstage with the bloodline?? pls no smut or anything like that (kissing is fine)

I got you hun ^^

Royalty

SFW! 18! Minors DNI!

No warnings just Fluff and a bit of cussing.

~

“And the winner is, Y/N , Royal of the Bloodline!”

She sighed tired but waved at her fans as her arm was raised for victory. She just won her third match in a row, defeating Carmella. Carmella was in the corner having a tantrum because Y/N ripped her face mask off and was tearing her apart in the ring. She taunted Carmella some giggling and skipped out of the ring waving bye to her sweet fans as a up and coming wrestler. The workers congratulated her giving her a towel and about to rush her to fix her makeup and hair, lucky for her, one of her knights shining armor came to rescue her.

“Y’all back up.” Solo bellowed as he picked her up and kissed her cheek. “Come on mamas chief and the twins waiting for you.” He smiled and carried you along as she waved bye to all the folks.

Solo knocked on the lounge door and it opened. The twins attacking Y/N giving her kisses and congratulating her on her match. “You did amazing baby! And you’ve been doing so well on your finisher!” Jey praised. “Thanks baby!” She giggled as Jimmy gave her some water giving her some head pats. “You had to snatch off that mask like that?” “Yea I did that girl was getting on my nerves.” She smirked. “I’m the most beautiful in WWE. I don’t be bragging about it.” Y/N said. “Baby girl.” Soon everyone’s attention went on their tribal chief. He sat in his chair smiling. “What no hug for me?” He smirked and she went over hugging him sitting in his lap. “Proud of the match baby. But I told you about the taunts.” He said somewhat strict. “Yes I know, that’s below me.” She pouted and he rolled his eyes. “A wonderful match either way Y/N.” The wise man Paul spoke. “Yea? You think I’ll get that women’s belt soon from Ronda Stanky?” She laughed some at her word play and Roman sighed. “In so time sweetie.”

“Just always remember. We got ya back. No matter what.”

She nodded as she received a kiss on the cheek from her chief. They are all her boys. She cares for each one. Some say her being apart of bloodline is like a Get outta jail free card, but she was so thankful when Roman and the boys starting taking a like in her, looking out for her since NXT. She started off as a sweet girl from a small town. Now, she’s an unstoppable force that can’t be dealt with. “Rommie where we going after y’all promo?” She asked on her phone relaxing some. “Out to eat baby. But remember it’s Jimmy’s turn to pick a place.” She pouted and threw a pillow at the twin. “Hey! I’ll fight you mamas.” He smirked and put the pillow down. “Well ok, hey where’s Sami?” She asked as the one person that can also be allowed in the room is gone off somewhere, she was a bit worried. “He probably out putting his stuff away in the car I told him we were leaving soon.” Something didn’t feel right to Y/N, she had to go change anyway. “I’ll be back guys.” They all nodded saying ok and she left out to go change and look for Sami.

She finished changing quick and went to look around. She passed a hallway and soon saw the ginger uce being cornered by Carmella. “Come on Sami, you can tell me anything.” Y/N listened in closely. “Sorry Mella, but no can do.” Sami started to walk out but Carmella just wanted to know some weaknesses that Y/N has. He shook his head no again keeping his mouth shut and left out the hallway being startled by Y/N. Carmella sighed looking at her and wanted to fight again but Sami stopped her. “Let’s go Sami.” Y/N demanded and licked her tongue out at Carmella.

“Damn she’s that desperate huh?” Sami said and Y/N nodded. “She had to corner you knowing the boys and Roman wouldn’t have said jack shit. “I kept my mouth zipped.” Sami said going up to the door. “I know you did.” She smirked and hugged him leading him in the room. “I found him! Let’s go I’m starving!”

“I got yo back no matter what.”

The words echoed in her head as she laid on Roman’s arm the drive to the restaurant. Happy to be theirs.

Their Royal.

[babybratzmaraj]

Fairytale:Lovely Day

Starring: Yourrage as Javion Davis

You as Yourself

Part 2

Summary: Today was the day! You were picked to be your favorite streamers assistant/manager! but when you get there you see that its nothing like sunshine and rainbows.

Warnings: Contains Foulllll language (not much but still, cussing is in it), maybe awkwardness but thats the point!, dual pov so the pov will switch.

A/N: HIIIII!!! its bratz😁 my first series on hea! this is a slowburn but trust, we shall be whores soon! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it♥️ P.S. @megamindsecretlair surprise!!!! P.P.S marshawn is stilll coming, i promiseeee

You scrunched your face looking down at your phone with your best friend of 3 Years, Megan hitting you with the same expression.

“The fuck?! You should be happy like I said! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have and you gone take it!”

Today was the day you got flown out to Dallas, Texas! The beautiful, high-in-rent, ghetto city that everyone loves to go to, party or just to live for a fresh start. You rather stay in your bed and rot but Megan wasn’t finna allow none of that shit, especially when it's your first day on the job.

“Bitch, I’m just sayin’ what if I’m wasting my time? What if he don’t like me?” You threw the question in the air with an irritable look shot back at you, fixing her lips to speak but pushed out an exhausted sigh. “Ho, if you wasn’t a qualified candidate, you WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PICKED!” she finished harshly making you giggle. “Trust, if that or those mu’fuckas ain't want you, you would not be up at 5 a.m packing, late as fuck I may add, getting ready to fly out.”

She was right, you did not think you were actually picked, that was until he sent your plane ticket confirmation information, it struck you like a big ass semi-truck, panicking since you didn’t prepare, until now.

You closed and zipped your carry-on bag and tossed it on the floor, flopping on your bed that you will miss oh so much, almost grieving it until Megan snapped you back to reality.

“Wanch, if you don’t get your ass outta my face! who knows what the fuck came outta those cheeks.”

You chuckled, reaching near your butt to grab your phone. “Listen, just because I let my food cook and give me all my nutrients, don't mean you gotta hate!.”

“YUCK!” Megan slapped her hand over her mouth, stopping herself from gagging. “Getcha nasty ass off my mu’fuckin’ modernized pager with a beautiful touchscreen.” She spat with disgust, hanging up the phone, you burst into laughter and continued your practiced routine of getting ready.

You checked every spot to make sure you put things in their collective places, leaving no stone unturned. Once completing your examination for the fiftieth time, you grabbed your glasses off of the nightstand and put them on her face, immediately annoyed that they were back dirty after you cleaned them. You didn't have enough time to even attempt to clean them, you had to say your teary-eyed goodbyes and hop in your uncle's truck to take you to the Detroit Airport, getting out of the way of traffic for both the highways and people also trying to reach their flight.

“Oh my baby girl, leaving me to go to that state,” Your tete wailed, swinging her arms around before wrapping them around you, squeezing you tightly as your other two cousins joined the group hug.

“If Yall don’t get yall grown asses off that lil girl? Y’all killing her softly.”

“Yeah!” you agreed with your uncle, “And one of yall grabbed my back titty, so when I come back, all’s y’all’s getting yall backs kneaded.”

You stepped out of the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport to the Texas heat smacking you in the face, already regretting flying out here, but it wasn’t your dime that got you out here on, you can’t look bad on your first day, you just got the mothafucka!

As you step further into the hell-like heat, a black SUV swerves in front of you, coming to a full stop. A short stuffy man popped out of the driver seat and crossed around the car with a smile plastered on his face.

“Yous the new assistant?” The man asked, shoving his hands out of his pockets to greet you.

“I am,” You accepted his greeting, ignoring how sweaty his hands were, ready to dip your hand in a pool full of mini sharks, which you now remembered was Prinahs. You were so caught up in correcting yourself, that you didn't notice he already put your carry-on in the trunk of the SUV. “Ma’am? We gotta dip before we won’t have a decent arrival time.”

You hurried yourself into the back of the SUV, feeling relieved that he had the air on, it was hotter than a mothafucka in Dallas! 81 degrees hot in Dallas.

Even though your southern roots grew strong, you came from the mitten state, Michigan. Home of the Buffs, Coney Dogs, and the most unique sound nobody can copy, but it was always cold as fuck. You hated the cold, the snow, the sneaky black ice that could sneak attack you and turn you into a medlife subscriber, you always complained but you knew you were never going to leave, until today, which you still couldn’t believe on the way to your new job.

You watched in awe as you saw the big freeways and highways as you flew down the interstate, seeing all the big tall buildings and seeing all different kinds of cars flying by, it almost distracted you from the knots and flips and shit that was happening inside your stomach.

“What made you want to apply to be Jay’s assistant?” The man spoke, waking you from your fear-induced trance.

“I got the random urge to apply, my best friend would literally sell me to the cartel if I passed up this opportunity.” you laughed, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

He nodded, taking an exit off the highway onto a regular street. “The name’s G by the way, Jay’s uncle.”

Uncle? You’ve been watching his streams and youtube videos, even his Instagram story when he posts little shit. You had never seen or heard of this uncle, and you almost felt betrayed by this new information.

He chuckled at reading your face which showed you didn���t know this man from a can of paint. “He protects the people who wants protection, one thing I appreciate best from him.” G smiled as he continued to express his deep gratitude.

You two talked some more, unaware that you were just now pulling into the secluded driveway, anxiety quickly eating you up to the point you felt like you were going to throw up. You wiped the sweat off of your hands on the seat in front of you as you whipped your phone out of your pocket, swiping till you saw ‘Bestie Miss Westie’ contact. Connecting the call to your AirPods you looked out of the window as you enjoyed the lovely scene of a front yard he had, grass freshly cut, the bushes trimmed down to waist level, the flowers complementing the house very well.

“If you callin’ because you missed your plane, I’m- who car you in,” she spoke but quickly changed when she saw the dark blue roof above you.

“I’m almost at the house, finna shabooya my tinks.” you confessed, removing one airpod as your best friend cackled loudly in your eardrum.

You two had code names for phrases, others may think you two were weird but it's simple because bitches are nosey, ‘shabooya my tinks’ translate into ‘I’m finna shit myself’

“Bitch if you shit yourself before you meet him you will foreva be called shitty booty by me.” she laughed as you tried your best not to pull out one of your many laughs.

The SUV stopped and the rumble of the truck shook still, signaling that we were here. G gave you a look to signal you to open your door, almost having an accident when a nice dark-skinned woman smiled a Steve Harvey smile.

“Lemme call you back.” You whispered, hanging up the phone as the lady popped open the door.

“Sorry honey! I’m just so happy to meet my new friend!.” she exclaimed, holding out her hand to help you out of the SUV. You popped out of the SUV and were pulled into a big hug by her, getting the wind squeezed out of you. ‘I feel at home already.’ you thought when you heard G shout from the side of you,

“Let go of that girl! we just hired her, Shanae.”

Shanae is Javion's assistant/manager, whose place you’ll be taking while she goes on maternity leave, but luckily she won’t be leaving just yet, she’ll be training you until her little one breaks her water. Jay wanted her to be on leave now but it would have been too cruel to leave you with no tutorial, so she stayed.

“Shut up Gerald!” she hushed him as he brought your luggage around to you two, holding his heart like he was just betrayed.

“I ain't even did shit, you see how I get treated?” he scoffed as you three laughed, walking towards the front door.

Walking into the house, the cold breeze hit you dead in your face, cooling you off in an instant. You threw up your index finger, telling them to wait on you as your body readjusted to the drastic change in temperature.

When you cooled down enough, you opened your eyes to the rest of them in the dining room, waiting for you to stop being weird and join them.

You sped walked to the dining room table and there he was. Javion Davis, leaning on the wooden chair staring military knives through you because daggers wouldn’t be the word to describe it.

His hair was a mess as he just hopped out of bed for this meeting, his eyes hanging low confirmed it. His body was sculpted perfectly, his lips pouted and juicy enough to kiss, his abs protruding through his tight white t-shirt, and his dad pajama pants sagged just right so you saw his Rick and Morty Ethika boxers, he looked so much sexier in person.

You brushed your thoughts out of your head and sat across from him, taking off your Nipsey Hussle bomber jacket and tucked it behind you, leaving you in your black shirt and naked arms.

They greeted you again with open arms while Javion kept it cold and short, spoke in short words and sounds like ‘hm’, ‘yeah’, and ‘fine with me’.

When the meeting finished, he walked out of the dining room ignoring your attempts to get to know him. “Ignore him honey,” Shanae reassured, handing you a glass of peach tea with ice cubes in it.

“You didn’t have to love, I coulda got my cup.”

“Baby I know you shy, I could tell by your body language.” She spoke

“Is it that obvious?”

“Deadly. You can stay comfortably shy as you please around me, I used to be exactly like you.” she reminisced thinking about when she was first starting.

True she was his friend since high school, but a whole new position other than one of his main viewers? Scared her shitless, but she got used to it as she was a natural at being a manager.

She told stories of how crazy this job can get but how she would never trade it for anything in the world and other stories from her childhood and how she met Jay, turns out y’all had a lot in common than you thought, feeling more at ease with the future of this job. She led you to the room you would be staying at with your bags already placed on the bed along with a note from Gerald.

‘Good luck suga, if you need me I'll be here,’ with a sorry excuse of an arrow pointing to his number below. You thought it was a nice gesture so you tucked the note into your pocket and whipped out your phone. “You need anything?” Shanae asked, waddling inside the room.

“I should be ok, thanks anyway.” you politely declined her offer. You didn’t want a pregnant woman to do a lot of unnecessary movements, you’d feel guilty having a pregnant lady do manual labor even when she says it's no problem.

“Okay sweetheart, and don’t worry about Javiontaion, he a asshole but he means well. Enjoy your room!” she finished, closing the door behind her.

“Why the fuck do I need a new assistant? My current one is perfectly fine.” he tossed the question towards his uncle, taking one last puff out of his blunt before putting it out.

“Boy, for someone who swear they nonchalant, you give too much of a fuck.” he shot back, leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Unc, I don’t know this bi-” he started but quickly corrected himself. He rubbed his hand down his face, rubbing them together before resting his elbows on his legs.

“I don’t know lil ma from a lick of shit, my assistant is fine for right now.”

“Keyword, right now.” she chimed in, pushing the door open a little. “What happens when my water breaks? Who is going to keep you level-headed? Handle your financial situations and shit? Make sure you make your meeting on time? You can’t even remember to wash the damn dishes!”

He sighed an irked sigh wishing he didn’t have to have this conversation for the millionth time before you came here. You weren’t the problem, he just didn’t trust people well, especially being this close to him and all in his business, for all he knows you just tryna rob him blind and dip, Hell, even sending you the information to get down here was a hassle!

“Y’all know how I am, I can’t warm up to shorty as fast as y’all want me to.”

“We planned this 5 months ago nigga, Im finna bust at any given moment.”

“Not to mention,” G chimed in, “If she was like that, I would have not brought her ass here, to the place you lay yo head at.” and he wasn’t lying. G always had a knack for feeling bad vibes from someone, it's how he was able to sniff out a few of his friends who were just using him and his kindness.

He sat there staring at the ground still thinking how he was going to warm up to you, he didn’t want to but for the sake of everyone else, he was going to attempt.

“Fine, but don’t think Peter Pan finna sprinkle his magic dust and imma love her ass overnight.” he gave in, earning a squeal from Shanae.

“I’m telling you, he does not like me, Meggie.” You sighed laying on the purple blanket, feeling her stress seep into the bed.

“What now?! what told you he dont like yo ass.”

“He literally only spoke in baby dick words.” You pointed out, “No full sentences, no actual greeting, not even an eye roll or a smack of the teeth. Ian get SHIT.”

“Baby, you are a stranger in his house. I know you want someone to like you offrip, but for some people that just ain’t possible.” she said motherly, popping a Reese into her mouth. “He gone warm up to you, but you gotta be patient, which won't be a problem since you so damn shy.” she giggled, making you jerk your head back.

“Wanch!” you chuckled at her sneaky drag, “Why can’t we have one good conversation?”

“Because when are we normal?” she made known, you both just laughing y'all little hearts away, It was never a dull moment with your bestie and somehow you just felt like she was going be your sane person on this adventure.

[ladylooch]

There is so much of T & Em's relationship to explore, so many moments with baby Lee, I don't want to pass it on to them with even more children (🤭🫣), but Timo, a girl's dad fixing the baby's hair and buying little pink clothes put me in combustion

We bounce around plenty, so we will definitely be back to the three of them. But let's go visit life with Liv for a bit.

"Babe?" Emma comes rushing into the closet where I am buttoning my pants together. She looks so gorgeous, I physically can't move for a minute. Her teal dress accents all the curves I like to run my hands over. Her hair is back to blonde with this honey dew glow that begs for my fingers through it. The guests at this wedding are going to have a hard time not looking at her. Fuck, I'm going to have a hard time not looking at her.

"Holy shit, Em. You are... stunning." She blushes, laughing and closing her eyes for a moment.

"That made me feel good."

"It should. Wow." I reach for her fingers, stroking the back of her hand with my thumb. I tug and she falls into my chest. I tighten my arms around her until she can't move. She whines.

"No, no, no. We don't have time and I need your help."

"Okay?"

"Lee is having a meltdown and is demanding cuddles on the couch. Can you please finish dressing Liv and fixing her hair." I widen my eyes and release my wife.

"I'm a little out of my element with that. Can I take Lee?"

"No. He insisted on me." I scrunch my nose.

"Why doesn't he want me?"

"Sometimes, you just need your mom." She leans up to kiss my lips, rushing away entirely too soon. "Liv is on our bed for you." 

"Ooooookay." I trail off, stuffing my arms into my button up. I work on my buttons as I walk into the room. Our daughter is in the center of the bed in only a diaper, staring at the TV. It's some toddler TV show I always get wrong. "Hi beautiful." I murmur, reaching for her. 

"Dadadadada." She immediately babbles. 

"Yeah? Then what happened?" I ask her, tickling her little belly. I reach down, blowing a raspberry into her plumped skin. She giggles, reaching for my head and patting at it. "Patty cake huh? Maybe we can do that while we get dressed, yeah? But where did mommy put your dress?" I wonder, scanning the room. I find it on Emma's velvet chaise by the window. "Oh, Liv you're gonna look so pretty in this. And you're gonna match your hot mama." 

I put Liv into a sitting position on the bed again, chuckling as she keeps trying to make a break for it by crawling away.

"Hey!" I pretend to yell, grabbing her ankle and pulling her gently back to me. She shrieks in excitement, giggles shaking her little body. I finally pull the tulle and silk over her head. She immediately begins to ball the skirt up in her little hands, shaking her head.

“No.”

“Yeah, baby.” 

“No.” She starts to wail, getting frustrated.

I power through, ignoring the part of me that wants to appease her. She will be fine and is working through some frustration with textures right now. The doctor says it’s normal. Lio never went through anything like this, but that’s been the story with our second child. Her and her brother are nothing alike.

“Baby!” I exclaim when she’s all zipped together. “You are the most beautiful baby girl in the entire world.” I smooch at her cheeks as I gather her back into my arms. “Lee and I are lucky to be walking in with our gorgeous girls.” I scan her light brown hair, noting the way it holds static electricity and shoots out in the back. “Mama said do your hair… and I have no clue. So this seems like a headband thing… except if I put a headband on you, you are going to scream.” I bite my lip beginning to wander into Liv’s room next to ours to see what my options are. 

Liv grips at my jaw as we walk. She leans forward, beginning to mouth at my cheek.

“Mmm thank you.” She just learned to give kisses from Lio, so she likes to lick at people’s faces now, thinking they’re kisses. “Little less tongue tho, baby. We don’t want the boys getting the wrong idea.” 

“No.” She says with excitement. I snort on my laughter.

I scan the various hair accessories Emma has in the top drawer of Liv’s dresser. It is all headbands and hair clips. Liv’s hair isn’t long enough for anything else except maybe a rat tail at the base of her skull. Emma Meier would kill me if I brought her downstairs like that.

“Since I value my life, hair clip it is.” I reach for one with a daisy on it, then set Liv on top of the dresser, to put it in place. I swoop her hair back on the right side, then put the clip in. It looks good enough to me. “Okay, now daddy has to finish getting ready.”

I hold Liv on my hip while I do the finishing touches on my wedding look. When I’m done, I grab my suit jacket and head downstairs to join Em and Lio. Our son’s teary face is munched into Emma’s cleavage watching TV. She strokes her fingers through his hair, lip pressing there every so often.

“How we doing?” I ask, running a hand over Lio’s back. “We feeling brave, buddy?” 

“Yeah.” He responds, pushing up from Emma. “Mama said Lucie is coming.”

“She is.” I confirm. The wedding is for a fellow teammate and Nico is a groomsman. “But you’re going to have to be good during the ceremony, okay?” 

“Yeah, mama told me.” Emma stands, wiggling her skirt back into place. I offer her my arm, wrapping a hand around her waist as she slips back into her black pumps. She smiles, then frowns when she sees Liv.

“Okay. Hair is not your thing.”

“What? What is wrong with it?” 

“Babe, just because the hair clip is attached to her hair doesn’t mean it looks good.” She reaches for our daughter. “Mommy will fix it.” She coos.

I’m too busy looking at the sway of her ass to even be mad.

“You tell mama she looked pretty?” I ask Lio, running a hand over his hair.

“Yeah. Then she left stuff on my cheek.” He points to where her pink lipstick is smudged into his cheek. Lucky kid.

“Trust me, one day, you’ll love it.”