#sub-15k phone

[hoonharem]

recs

📓 all sunghoon, 18+.

tags: smut, fave (★)

—

❕ all are smut and sunghoon x reader (afab).

🔍 full warnings on original posts; read at your own risk.

—

📓 no to minimal plot

» we can’t be friends ★ (421, ex bf!hoon)

» guilty as charged (486, somnophilia)

» now he knows (943, jealous!hoon)

» good guys could never (1.3k, brother’s friend!hoon)

» bratty baby (1.4k, tamer!hoon)

» fuck me like a slut (1.4k, bf!hoon)

» you're on my mind and i want you as mine (1.4k, fwb!hoon)

» insatiable (1.5k, fingering)

» only you (1.6k, jealous!reader)

» you get me so high all the time (1.6k, smoking)

» what are friends for? (1.8k, bff!hoon)

» dangerously (1.8k, bf!hoon, angry sex)

» agora hills (1.9k, idol bf!hoon, somnophilia)

» missed you (1.9k, sub!hoon)

» bestfriend's older brother (1.9k, bff!taesan)

» sample session (2.1k, doctors)

» drip, drip, drip (2.1k, cunnilingus)

» i hate valentine's day (2.1k, bf!hoon)

» pretty boy in glasses, please save me ★ (2.2k, idol!hoon)

» heaven (2.2k, infidelity)

» carnal (2.3k, stepcest, dubcon)

» fuck boy next door (2.7k, tutor!hoon) 1/2

» fuck boy next door (3.3k, tutor!hoon) 2/2

» mine (2.4k, jealous!hoon, ex bf!jake)

» into it (2.6k, frat boy!hoon, fwb)

» all of you (2.7k, bf!hoon)

» subscriber benefits (2.8k, camboy!hoon)

» vacation (2.9k, bf!hoon)

» the lion and the lamb (3k, vampire!hoon)

» pent up (3.2k, idol!hoon, threesome with hee) 1/2

» first and last (3.4k, past love)

» tease (3.5k, possessive!hoon)

» six feet under (3.5k, cheating!hoon)

» okay (3.6k, fwb!hoon, hurt/comfort)

» drawn to you ★ (3.7k, cheating!hoon)

» always and forever (4k, makeup sex)

» cabin fever (4k, bf!hoon)

» conceal (4k, popular!hoon)

» look closely (4k, jealous!hoon)

» car sex (4.3k, street racer!hoon)

» picturesque (4.6k, bf!hoon)

» hard (4.9k, neighbor!hoon, threesome with jay) 1/3

» sweat (5k, neighbor!hoon) 2/3

» mark me yours (5k, idol!hoon, jealousy)

» scream (5k, bf!hoon, horror movie reference) 2/2

» liar, sweetheart (5.1k, twins!hoon, rivals to lovers)

» own little porn star (5.1k, professor!hoon)

» cool with you (5.6k, pervert!hoon)

» little bit of affection (5.7k, manager!hoon)

» bed (7.8k, fiance!hoon)

📓 with plot

» night shift (4.5k, camboy and boss!hoon)

» teach me, please (5.3k, student!hoon) 1/1

» teach me, please (5.1k, student!hoon) 2/2

» are you? (5.7k, bf!hee, reader cheats with hoon) 1/1

» are you mine? (2.5k, ex bf!hee, cheating with hoon) 2/2

» nudes i can't send ★ (6.4k, ex bf!hoon)

» blessed cursed (6.6k, demons, threesome with hee)

» say my name ★ (6.9k, neighbour!hoon, enemies to lovers)

» young, dumb, and full of (8k, pornstars, hyungline!fivesome)

» meddle about ★ (9k, fwb!hoon, threesome with hee) 1/2

» meddle about (with me) ★ (11.9k, fwb!hoon, ex bf!hee) 2/2

» first date etiquette ★ (9.3k, neighbor!hoon)

» forbidden attraction (9.3k, ravenclaw!hoon)

» cross the line (10k, a/b/o, threesome with hee)

» cherry pits (12.9k, dilf!hoon)

» get you better (13.6k, bf!jake, reader cheats with hoon)

» release me, embrace me ★ (15k, a/b/o, bff’s brother!hoon)

» pink whitney ★ (19k, brother's friend!hoon)

» one of the damned girls (20.4k, vampire!hoon)

» i’ll love you forever ★ (21.8k, bff!hoon, fake dating)

» gods and monsters ★ (23k, stepcest, love triangle) 1/3

» heaven and back ★ (24k, stepcest, love triangle) 2.1/3

» serial sweetheart ★ (23.6k, bf!hoon, reader cheats with jake)

» the boy next door trope ★ (26.5k, figure skater!hoon)

» deep end (36.6k, summer fling)

📓 hard thoughts, drabbles, etc.

» 24/7 thinking about you

» dirty girl (phone sex)

» jealous sex

» riding sunghoon's nose

» riding sunghoon's abs

» tired!sunghoon

» sweet bf!sunghoon

» ceo!sunghoon

» husband!sunghoon ★

» exboyfriend!sunghoon

» pussy drunk!sunghoon

» ravenclaw!sunghoon

» ovulating!reader ★

» cheating!reader

» high sex drive!reader

» favorite places to lick

— 📔 hyung line

» shared girlfriend (1.6k, gangbang, bf!hee)

» first time blowjob

» favorite positions

» member guessing by having sex

» cam boys

—

❕ part 2 will be out soon.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | December 19th-24th 2023

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you're all having a good time with your loved ones. You might get an extra rec this week as a treat! 😊

Complete

running in the dark (let the storms arise) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (6x10: In A Flash | 2K | Teen): As Buck sleeps, Eddie dreams.

give it to someone special by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, Christmas | 12K | Mature): Buck and Eddie meet at the airport after their respective girlfriends live their Hallmark movie dreams and dump them right before Christmas.

I Couldn’t Stand the Person Inside Me I Turned All the Mirrors Around by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Hurt Buck, Established Buddie | 7K | General): The shattering sound of plates erupted in the air like a crack of thunder and Eddie’s gaze shot up from his phone. Something was wrong. It was a hair thin trigger that had been switched the moment he caught sight of his boyfriend and the whole world could’ve stopped for all Eddie knew. Buck was staring down at his hands, breathing way too fast, and drowning in some kind of panic that only he could see. “My hands won’t work,” Buck said so quietly.

🔥 Kink Club AU series by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, BDSM, Dom Eddie, Sub Buck | Complete | Explicit): Canon compliant one shots where Eddie works at a Kink Club as a side hustle and meets Buck there before his first shift in 2x01.

The Warmth (of You) (25K): aka where Buck and Eddie first meet at a kink club before the firehouse To Weather the Storm (With You) (21K): aka the fallout of Buck finding out the dom he met at a Kink Club is his new coworker Safe Here (With You) (20K): aka Buck and Eddie handle working a shift after their first scene The Building Pressure (of You) (15K): aka Buck reaches out to Eddie after he leaves Abby's place in 2x07 An Offer to Torment (You) (14K): aka Eddie is all twisted up inside about what to do with Shannon. Buck offers himself up for some much needed holiday stress relief.

🔥 to be found by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Werewolf AU | 71K | Mature): After being mistreated by his alpha for the last time, Buck abandons his pack and heads for the city where he’s found by Eddie - another werewolf who’s nothing like the ones Buck is used to. Eddie is gentle, kind, and has made a pack for himself and his son that Buck desperately wishes he could be a part of. (Part 1 of to be found (verse))

🔥 to belong by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Werewolf AU | 9K | Explicit): Reluctantly, Buck detaches himself from Eddie’s neck and lifts his head just enough for them to look at each other. Eddie’s eyes are dark even with the room bathing in sunlight, his pupils blown. His chest rises and falls at a quick pace, his cheeks flushed. Buck can’t help but lick his own mouth at the sight of Eddie’s kiss-bruised lips. I did that, he thinks. A few months ago he hadn’t even known how to kiss Eddie properly for the first time, and now he can do this. Can leave Eddie looking completely disheveled with just his mouth and hands, the sound of his fast thumping heart loud in Buck’s ears. It makes his chest swell with pride. (Part 2 of to be found (verse))

Christmas Lights by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Established Buddie, Christmas | 1K | Teen): “What are we looking at?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled from where his cheek is resting against the top of Buck’s head. “The lights.” “Okay,” Eddie hums. “And what do we think about the lights?”

don't waste a dime on me by QuietLittleVoices/ @hawkeyefrommash (Established Buddie, Secret Relationship | 2K | Teen): Buck and Eddie attend the LAFD's Winter Charity Gala, where Buck is up for auction as a 'date with a real firefighter!'.

Pining. Get it? Like the Tree? by littlechivalry/ @jonlybonlyfromboldlygo (Christmas, First Kiss | 2K | General): Buck likes Christmas. Well, he likes the idea of Christmas.  Loved ones getting together. Generosity. The magic of the season. It's wonderful. The reality however, or at least the reality he's experienced? Not so much.

all I want for christmas by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Eddie has to work Christmas Eve and asks Buck to take him to the Buckley-Han Christmas dinner. Buck is happy to spend Christmas with Christopher, but being with his parents dampens the mood. It makes it worse when his mother questions his place in Christopher’s life. Luckily, Christopher knows Buck enough to see him hurting and has a plan to make him feel better. To show him who his real family are.

baby, you never lookеd better than you do in that ugly Christmas sweatеr by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | General): Buck mentions he always wanted his family to wear matching Christmas sweaters, but never got it - Eddie takes matters into his own hands.

Like The Cavemen Did by DeadlyChildArtemis (PWP, BDSM | 4K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie discover a new part of themselves.

🔥 still sitting in a corner i haunt by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel | 7K | Mature): Unable to imagine a scenario where acting on his feelings for Buck doesn’t end up with everybody hurt, Eddie rejects Buck. Before he can finish the conversation, Eddie is ripped from his time and hurtled into several, seemingly random moments from the future that help clarify his decision.

How Eddie Learned To Stop Worrying and Embrace the Kitten Life by DeadlyChildArtemis (PWP, BDSM | 7K | Explicit): Or, 5 times Eddie refuses to acknowledge his cat behavior and one time he does

All it took was one sniff by kas_delafere/ @janekburza (Incubus Buck, Werewolf Eddie | 1K | General): Buck’s been starving himself since Abby left. But the new hire in the station apparently took one look (one sniff, really) at him and decided Buck is The One.

and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Christmas | 9K | Teen): 5 times the team tries to get Eddie and Buck to kiss under the mistletoe and the 1 time they do. Kinda.

ain’t a drop of bad blood by grandpacat (Post-Lawsuit | 2K | General): Buck cries, Eddie apologizes, Eddie cries, Buck apologizes. Post-lawsuit canon divergence.

Hearth by grandpacat (Post-S6 | 6K | Mature): In which Marisol finds out about Eddie's will and isn't happy, Eddie has some realizations, and all the important conversations happen in the kitchen.

Brain Machine Broke by grandpacat (Getting Together, Post-S6 | 1K | General): Buck sees Eddie holding Jee-Yun and his brain breaks.

You and Me Here (underneath the mistletoe) by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): It’s fine. It’s just a kiss under the mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition, and in this case, just a joke. Not a big deal. He can play along – his only other choice is being weird about it, which sounds too much like revealing his feelings. So, he swallows it down and looks at Eddie who is still standing frozen, staring up at the mistletoe hanging above them. Buck forces an easy smile. “C’mon, I’m not that bad,” he jokes. The tension in Eddie’s shoulders lessens a little and he laughs softly. “No. No you’re not,” he admits. “So, what do we do?” Buck shrugs, trying to remain casual. “I guess we just suck it up and French a little.”

Bottled Poetry by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Fake Relationship, Valentine's Day | 7K | Teen): Buck and Eddie take a platonic trip to a winery and everyone assumes they're a couple. Eddie pines.

Home is Just Another Word for You by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Different First Meeting AU | 10K | General): Eddie misses his flight home to his son on Christmas Eve, and just so happens to get stuck with the handsome man who sprinted across the airport with him.

Dance the Night Away by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting | 7K | Mature): "Just promise me something, okay?" Eddie is brought around to the present, blinking as he wraps his hand around his beer bottle and nods for Ricky to go on, even though he's already half-sure of what's about to happen. "You have to rescue that poor boy over there." Ricky nods over Eddie's left shoulder, and Eddie, even though he knows better, finds himself twisting, hip cocked against the low bar, to follow Ricky's line of sight toward the cluster of round tables in the corner of the room.

Please Don't Wake Me Up by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Incubus Eddie | 11K | Explicit): "You've been having wet dreams about me." And shit. Fucking fuck. That was not what Eddie had wanted to start with. But the words are out in the open, and Buck is gaping at him, jaw damn near on the floor as he's frozen, blinking quickly and processing what Eddie's just said. "You- how- did Chimney tell you?"

Cat Scratch Fever by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Cat Hybrid Buck, PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): When another cat hybrid on a call accidentally gets Buck hyped on pheromones, Eddie's there to take care of him.

When the Lost are Found by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Soulmates AU | 3K | General): When everyone seems to have a better soulmate identifying system, Buck can't help but consider his own to be lackluster. How's he meant to find his soulmate with loose change and mismatched socks after all?

Capture Something by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Percy Jackson Fusion | 3K | Teen): "Let's see," Buck counts off on his fingers, "he just broke up with his girlfriend. He lives in Texas while I'm in Pennsylvania. We have no evidence he's even interested in boys, and, oh yeah!" Buck fake gasps as though this last point has just come to him, "he's an Ares kid."

WIP

They don’t know (your name is already mine) by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (Post-S6, Secret Relationship, Hurt Buck | 3/4 | 7K | General): Buck gets in a car accident on Christmas Eve Eve and the only ID he has on him is Eddie's dog tags. A case of mistaken Identity, a trip to the hospital and a Christmas Surprise.

Packing Light by devirnis/ @devirnis(Last Holiday AU, Christmas | 1/4 | 8K | Teen): The discovery that he has a terminal illness prompts Buck, who has been stagnating as a sales associate at Kelly’s Department Store, to withdraw his life savings and jet off to Europe. There, he lives like a millionaire at the luxury hotel where his sister works. The only one missing from his new life is his coworker and longtime crush, Eddie Diaz.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 19/? | 13K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 1/17 | 12K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 89K | 20/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 15K | 6/? | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

42. Head Empty Just Vibes : Rated G - just more of me being obsessed with the possibilities of Eddie's recovery and Buck being there for him. 43. Phantom Sensation : Rated T - just to be on the safe side for blood and trauma and such. Yet another post-shooting "Buck stays over and helps Eddie recover" ficlet.

[gukiefics]

Neo boyfriend at your doorstep; lch🐻; trailer

Pairing: Sex worker!haechan×CEO Reader

Synopsis: Your bestfriend and crush for 15 years is getting married and of course he invited you to his destination wedding at Vegas. But since he never saw you with anyone, he tried set up a date for you for which you immediately declined, giving him a fake excuse that you are seeing someone. Now you are stucked with a double date the next weekend and with your imaginary partner. With stress and fear over taking your mind, you came across two girls talking about a website which rents partners to people. After eavesdropping them, you decided to try out and rent a boyfriend...but you accidentally choose yourself a sex worker.

Warning: Sexual content, offensive language, oral play (both m & f receiving), switch!haechan (leaning more towards dom), switch!reader(more towards sub), role play, public sex.

Words: 15k and counting

Note:

The story, the characters, places and even their age is purely made from my imagination and is completely fiction, if not stated and I have no negative feelings towards any character I used in the story. The storyline is without a doubt mine and if the story is similar with any other work, then it is purely a coincidence because this story is made up solely from my imagination.

7pm; Jung fabric clothier ; Seoul

"Sarah, Thank you for bringing the files. You are dismissed to go home now." She nodded and bowed goodbye and went out of your workspace. A phone rang disturbing you. "What is it?" "Ma'am, Mr. Kim is here to meet you." "Send him in."

The said man entered the room and you rolled your eyes. "Kim Doyoung, don't." "What!? I didn't even say anything. " He pouted. You rolled your eyes again and set your eyes on the bright computer screen. "Listen girl, you have been my bestfriend for 15 years now. You are an important person in my life. How could you be absent for my wedding!?"

He glared. You sighed. "Listen Doyoung, I have an important meeting that week and I didn't even confirmed my absence. I just said, I will barely able to come-" "See! that's the problem. You should be very much confirmed! I mean it's your bestfriend wedding! Right now you are the only person who knows our wedding date. So you listen carefully Miss Jung Y/n you are surely coming to my wedding and I am not taking any excuses. If you failed to be present, I will not tolerate it and will give you the very worse punishment." He stick his tongue out and teased at you.

You chuckled. "As you wish Mr.Kim." you did the same as him. Doyoung smiled wide. "Ok enough working for today. I am throwing a bachelor's party and you are the VIP guest there. Go home, get changed and be there at sharp 9pm." He gave you the invitation pass. You gasp in disbelief. "Why am I knowing about this the last minute?" "Cause I know you will decline it, if I told you earlier. " He smirked and you shook your head in astonishment. 

"Hurry up, I will see you at the party." Doyoung said and left. You sighed. "This jerk." You huffed and pack your stuffs and left. The whole journey from your office to your home was not the best.

Kim Doyoung, this man has been your bestfriend and your crush for the past 15 years. He was your brother's friend. No you didn't meet each other because of your brother but of a camp. He was the captain of your camp team and the 10 year old you was so fascinated to see such 14 year old boy who was so responsible and charismatic. The bunny like features of him was a bonus. You both bonded well in the camp and when you came to know that he was your brother's friend, you guys started to spend time with each other alot. Along the years, your admiration for him turned into something more. The 16 year old self was very excited to confess your feelings to him but all of that excitement crashed down when he introduced his girlfriend, Kang Seulgi. She was sweet as an angel and very beautiful. Their relationship stayed strong for six years and now they are getting married. You are happy for him but the 16 year old girl inside you was dying to see the man she liked, soon going to belong to another woman forever. That's the reason you wanted to escape from the marriage ceremony but this man is absolutely a hinderance to that.

Preparing yourself for the party, you looked at yourself at the mirror. A black short dress, minimal makeup and knee boots, satisfied with your outfit for the party, you look for your car keys. "Woof! Woof!" Your 6 months old puppy barked. "Oh kiki, I will come as soon as possible ok?" You kissed his nose and he licked licr cheeks in return. You giggled at his cute gestures and passed him to your neighbour, who was quite delighted to see kiki. "Kiki, don't trouble aunty too much. " he barked back. "I apologise for asking to look after him this late Jennie. I appreciate your kindness." Jennie shook her head. "Nonsense, I love kiki Y/n, now I have kiki along with kai and kuma to give me company." Both of you exchange hugs as goodbye and you left for the party.

8:47pm; Hotel Skylark; Gangnam; Seoul.

You reached the hotel, where Doyoung threw his party. "Ok Y/n, be strong and positive. " you chanted these words as you pace towards the hotel till the party floor. Oh, did I mention that Doyoung is a social extrovert? As soon as you entered the hall, you can hear the loud music and people chattering. There were people all around the floor. You mentally thanked god that it was not a teenage party. Of course there was wine, alcohols etc. But people have the standards enough to be drunk and makeout here and there. It was a decent party. Although all these reasons, you still loathed the party. Why? Because of two main reasons, 1. People, 2. You saw Doyoung and Seulgi acting all lovely dovey with one another. 

You tried reaching Doyoung but all in vain, cause people blocked your way to converse with you and stuff. Oh my god why did he have to call all his high school friends? "Oh my Y/n, is that you?" You turned towards the owner of the voice. "Renjun? Hey nice to meet you!" You exchanged hugs. Renjun was your classmate and a close friend. You guys lost contact after high school. "Great! It's been so long. What's up with you? Btw you look stunning." "Oh thank you, don't need to flatter me though." 

"Doyoung hyung is finally getting married huh?" He analysed your face. He knew about your crush towards Doyoung. "Yeah. But hey don't look at me like that, I am moving on. I am fine." You smiled bitterly. "You know, you don't have to pretend towards me y/n. But hey if you are really moving on. That's good." You nodded. You saw Doyoung coming towards you. "Y/n! Glad you could make it." Seulgi hugged you tight. Doyoung smiled wide. "Of course, I made her come after pursuing so hard." Doyoung giggled and you rolled your eyes. "Well enjoy the party! I will go now, need to pee bad." Seulgi pouted before rushing towards the washroom.

"Y/n you are looking damn good. I am so sure many are going to fall for you in one sight." Doyoung winked. 'Well it's not like you are going to.' You shook your inner words. "Oh anyways, can you see that guy at the bar stand." You gazed towards where Doyoung pointed. A tall, lean guy having same bunny features as him was at your sight, he was sipping a wine and was chatting with his friend. "Yeah, what about him?" You raised your eyebrows. "What do you think about him?" You frowned. "What?" Doyoung repeated the same question. "No idiot, I meant why? I don't know, he's handsome and cute I guess." "That's great then. He's Na Jaemin, my cousin. He's kind of into you. Want me to set him up with you?" You widened your eyes at his proposal. Renjun too, had the same reaction. "Oh my Doyoung, why?" "Oh come on Y/n, I want you to be happy. And also I want to see you with someone before I get married. You know I don't want you to be left out. You are the only person who's not in a relationship or involved in any."

You shook your head. That's great that you are just moving on and your crush is trying to set you up with someone else but his words kind of hurted you and your ego. "What!? You don't like him? No worries, the other guy there, he's Lee Jeno, he is pretty much handsome too-" "No Doyoung, I don't want to set myself with someone. " You whined. "Yeah hyung! Give her some time, before you drop these kind of bombs." Renjun voiced out his opinion. Doyoung glared. "Why Y/n? Don't you want to be happy with someone or have intimate relations with someone.  Oh don't tell me you are a lesbian, don't worry I got tons of female friends too! Y/n, look the reason I am doing this is because of your happiness. You are always alone, engrossed with your work. I can't take care of you all the time and I feel bad. You don't eat proper meals and I am always the one to force you to eat meals, and etc."

"Doyoung, look I know you are worried and don't worry much about me anymore cause I am not a kid and I am taking proper meals now. And plus, I am seeing someone." Your last words shocked everyone who heard you. "You do!?" Renjun was the one who asked you first after everyone was quiet. You quickly nodded. "Well if you do, how come you never told me?" Doyoung narrowed his eyes already suspicious. "Well, I have been seeing him for the past few weeks and we aren't official yet that's why. But trust me! He is a real gentleman and very sweet." You faked laughed. You tried your best to convince him and he was about to ask more when Seulgi called him. He excused himself and went to the host platform. 

"So everyone, we all know me and Doyoung are getting married! Woohoo!" The crowd howled with excitement. "So after discussions and discussions, taking so many risks, we have decided to get married on the 18th of June in Vegas! So everyone present here is invited. Please be present to give us wishes and your blessings. We will be expecting you all." The crowd was overjoyed with the news. People congratulated the couple and they very much accepted that with equal enthusiasm.

"You aren't actually seeing anyone, are you?" Renjun asked you, which you nodded honestly as in no. "I mean don't you think it's kind of quick for me to that, I mean I am trying my best to move on. I don't want to get indulged in love right now." He sighed. "Don't stress much, the right man will come along with right time." He assured you, which also did a calming effect on you

The night went on with merry making sounds. Fortunately Doyoung didn't ask more about your fake date. But he did give you the look of I will love to meet him someday. Or should I say asap? Because the news spread to Seulgi and now you are stuck with a double date next weekend. Now great! You pulled your own leg. How will you find yourself a fake boyfriend in 7 days? You share the same company of friends as Doyoung so you can't ask them for this favour. He knows all your employees. In fact Doyoung knows every person you know. You felt like crying. 

What am I gonna do now?

The thought circulates your head as you walk around the toilet cubicle. But you soon stop when you heard some girls talking.

"Girl I am telling you, I had the best date ever. This website gave the best fake boyfriend ever. All my colleagues were jealous seeing him. Oh my goodness, he was so hot but so sweet!!" They squealed. You rolled your eyes but continued eavesdropping them. "Can you tell me the name of the website? I want to try it so bad!!!" "Sure, it's neo date on your doorstep.com . I am telling you, once got one you will never regret it. It's safe too! It's 400$ per day. It was so worth it."

You are so sure, god is favouring you right now. It's your only hope now and you are not going to let it go in vain. Thanking god, you made your way out of the washroom, suprisingly the two girls talking. You smiled widely at them and left. "What's up with her?" "I don't know, she's drunk maybe."

Welcome to neo date on your doorstep

Which purpose?

Blind Date

Temporary partner

Sex partner

Warning; Once chosen, cannot switch. No cancellation. Once cancel, cannot order again.

You choose the temporary boyfriend, even though sex was tempting because you haven't got laid in months, you still choose it. Guess everyone is right, you are a boring girl.

Thank you for choosing, please fill your name, address and phone number and duration you want to keep your order. 

Name: Jung Y/n

Sexuality: Straight,Female    Age: 25

Address: xxxxx

Phone number: xxxx-xxxx

Duration (max: 5months): 2 days

Thank you for your co-operation. Your order will arrive this Saturday at 9 am.

Caution: You cannot return your order before the estimate time

You smiled in satisfaction. Finally you are going to sleep a sound sleep without the recent stress, i.e., finding a fake boyfriend. Thank goodness it was weekend, you are going to sleep all day! The massive headache you had because you drank alot just to reduce your stress minimised a bit. Just then you heard your phone beep indicating a notification. You checked it and it was from the website.

Miss Jung Y/n,

Your order info:

You choice: Sex partner

Name: Lee Haechan

Sexuality: Straight, Male      Age: 27

Speciality: finger play, oral

shit!

[written-in-flowers]

Lost Blossoms

Pairing: Raffy x Plussize!reader

Fandom: Consent (2023)

Genre: smut, slight angst

Word count: 15k (a hefty boy, I know)

Tags: dub-con, bullying, fat-shaming, fatphobia (from others), blackmail, extortion, drug use, alcohol use, pet names, slight daddy dom, light dom/sub themes, pet names, breast/nipple play, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), semi-public sex, car sex, tipsy sex, vaginal fingering, handjobs, protected sex 

****

‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

You sighed to yourself. You don’t know why you keep typing it in; you already know it’s not there. Only twenty-four hours ago, Reddit user CherryBlossom_03 deleted her channel and all the posts, videos, links, and comments that came with it. All the hours of setting up scenes, the physical effort it took you to do your scenes, and the money spent buying lingerie and sex toys went down the drain. Your body still buzzed with nerves whenever you thought about it. 

You originally started with posting your smut stories online for other people to enjoy, but then Daniel broke up with you. He said his mates ragged on him when they found out he was seeing you. Daniel was lean, tall, and handsome. You’re fat. He’s considered attractive. You’re not. A part of you always knew he’d been ashamed to like you, and that he’d kept you a secret from people. It hurt, but back then, you tolerated it because you feared being alone. You thought when he ended things, you wouldn’t be so hurt, yet you were. You remembered crying your eyes out, sobbing hard enough to hurt your throat. The break up left you feeling disgusted with yourself; looking into mirrors whenever you changed made you hate yourself even more. 

But one day, whilst posting your newest story on Reddit, you came across other plus size girls posting risque photos and videos of themselves online. They exude so much confidence and self-love. One of the girls you followed told you it really boosted her self-esteem. You decided you’d give it a shot. You set up your camera, wore some lacy undergarments, and took a few photos, cropping out your face in most of them. Being a bit thicker in certain places, you never really liked your body before. Even looking at yourself in the photos was difficult. Yet, when people started commenting on the lingerie photoshoots, saying everything from ‘cute fit’ to ‘let me suck your toes’, it boosted your confidence a bit. 

You started doing it more, mainly posting photos. Then, you started going even farther like strip teases and posing completely nude. That eventually evolved into using sex toys you’d bought online without your parents knowing. You realized you needed a persona, a sort of alter-ego to avoid creeps from finding you. You came up with the username CherryBlossom_03, going simply by Blossom, since Cherry alone sounded dumb. Whilst Y/N is a sixth form student who likes books and playing the violin. Blossom was a soft girl, sweet and bubbly. She wore lots of pastel colors, pleated skirts and shorts, and spoke in a soft, innocent voice that made her viewers drool. It became easier once you learned to separate both yourself and Blossom. 

“Alright, class,” your teacher, Ms. Parkinson, spoke over the general chatter of the room. You tucked your phone away, and sat up straight, “Allow me to take roll call, and then we’ll begin. Alice?”

Blossom’s good run came to an end yesterday. You’d come home from orchestra practice to find your mother and father sitting in the lounge waiting for you. By the stern expressions on their faces, you worried something bad happened. It did. 

“Y/N?”

“Present.”

They’d discovered your profile. Your mother came across it when she accidentally bumped your desktop mouse and the last thing you saw popped up. You did not believe her story for a single minute. From your deductions, they must’ve suspected your secretiveness, and all those hours spent in your bedroom, and wanted to see what you did in there. They told you that what you’d done was stupid, and could damage your life if the wrong person discovered the photos. You’re going to Burlingdale College, a prestigious elitist school, on a scholarship. If the school found out, they’d pull the scholarship. If they learned you’d worn a tighter, shorter version of your uniform, they might expel you. They forced you to delete the page, and erase any videos or photos you might’ve kept. They took away the toys, but they let you keep the underwear since you’d bought it and they’re only clothes. You felt as if they’d ripped a piece of your body away. Blossom became such an important part of yourself, that having to give her up tore you up. It was similar to losing a close friend or a relative. When you’d been stocking away the sex toys, you felt like you were putting away the old things of a deceased loved one. You cried for ages, though you didn’t let anyone hear you. 

“Okay, now that we’re all here,” Ms. Parkinson said, “Let us turn our books to page 94 and start talking about the ancient civilizations of the world.”

You had difficulty concentrating in class. Your heart lamented over the thousands of followers you’d gained over the course of the year. A part of you considered bringing her back simply for your own healing, but you knew your parents watched you now. Your parents placed parental controls on your desktop and laptop, so they could see what you’re doing on your computers. However, they knew nothing about VPNs. You installed it into your computer, and simply renamed all the files to innocuous things. With how busy your parents are, you doubted they checked on your business too often. As long as you did not raise suspicion, they had no reason to check in on you. But, thinking about it, it sounded like so much work. The backups you thought you had were wiped out by your dad’s scan through your files. You’d have to redo them all over again. 

‘If you wanted to feel good about yourself, you should just post things on your social media,’ your mother advised. 

‘Or put all that time and effort into your music lessons instead of pornography.’ 

“You’re quiet today,” Natalie leaned over to you once Ms. Parkinson set writing tasks. “I thought you’d be buzzing about the party tonight.” She looked over at you, “You are coming, right?”

“Of course.” 

Blossom’s “death” killed your anticipation for your friend’s birthday party. You’d searched for the right outfit, the right makeup look, and accessories for ages. You didn’t go to parties that often, so this would’ve been a highlight for you. But, your newly formed gray clouds rained on your excitement. 

“Good,” she nudged you, “It won’t be as fun without you.”

You looked over at her. Round-faced, dark-skinned, with long thin plaits going down her back, Natalie Brown was the second recipient of Burlingdale’s full scholarship. You’d met during the examination process before term began. Both of you coming from lower class families, you’d bonded over the fact you both were aliens in this elitist world. You often liked teasing her for being the second accepted, whilst you’d been the first. 

“Oh hush,” you scoffed, jotting down your long-form answer. 

“I didn’t think you’d want to go,” she replied, with a small laugh. “Since, you know, Daniel’s going to be there with his mates and all that.”

“I’m not going to let someone like Daniel Burgess ruin my good time.” Your recent deletion blew Daniel from your mind completely. 

“I take it you’re over it then?”

“Very over it. I couldn’t be any more over it.”

“Who are we over?” Alice turned her head to look at both of you. 

Alice, fair with dirty blond curls tied back, stared at you with large blue eyes. Unlike you and Natalie, she came from a well-off family who could afford the fees. Not that either of you resented her. You’d originally met one another on the first day of term, but didn’t speak until your first orchestra practice. She played clarinet; you played the violin. You liked Alice more than most of the people in the orchestra. It was for her and her twin brother who the party was for. 

“Daniel,” you answered. “Nat says he’s coming to your birthday party.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, “He’s dating Charlotte now, and I invited her. She told me she’s bringing him whether anyone likes it or not.”

You turned to a corner of the room where Charlotte sat, working and chatting with another classmate. Charlotte, with her black hair and sultry eyes, is every teenage boy’s dream. She had the slim curves and slender legs of a supermodel. You imagined she ensnared Daniel rather easily. She could have anyone she wanted. Girls like you had to settle for the desperate nerds and creeps who thought fat girls were easy. You wished you could say Daniel and you shared a special kind of love, but you’d be lying. Daniel only did romantic things in hopes of getting laid. The fact he hid you from people did not help either. He never went out in public with you; he never met up with you at school. You’d hoped he’d stop caring what his friends thought and maybe be a real boyfriend. Often, you pictured him walking you to class holding hands, him leaving love notes and flowers in your locker, or even writing you songs and singing them for you with his guitar. All the romance you read about in your books did not exist in the real world. 

Girls like you did not get romantic happy-ever-afters. You got shut-up-and-accept-it-ever-after.

“Hey,” Alice smacked your hand lightly, “You’re prettier than her.”

You scoffed, “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Charlotte’s a total bitch,” Natalie whispered to you. “You’re a sweetie,” she smiled at you. 

“And incredibly talented,” Alice added. 

“You two don’t have to butter me up,” you smirked. “I’m still coming to the party.” 

They both laughed before Ms. Parkinson caught you all talking. You resumed your work, and your mind went back to Daniel and Charlotte. No doubt he’s not ashamed of being seen with her. That bitter person inside you suspected he’d gotten with her while he was with you. He moved on from you fairly easily, while you thought you’d never be happy again. You imagined he bragged to all his friends that he’s dating Charlotte, the prettiest girl in their class. You hated him. You hated her. You hated yourself. Losing Daniel did not hit you as hard as losing Blossom. Blossom’s “death” took away pieces of your soul. Daniel’s harsh break up removed parts of your heart. You knew you’d eventually heal and move on, but right now, you couldn’t think of anything else. 

“Daniel was a dick anyways,” said Natalie once classes ended and you walked out of the room. “He was embarrassed to be seen with you. Why are you moping over a guy who was ashamed of you?”

“I don’t know…It felt nice, I guess, to have a guy pay attention to me,” you shrugged. “Like, I know I’m not supposed to care what boys think of me and that I don’t need their validation for my self-worth but, it’s nice sometimes. Daniel made me feel pretty. He made me feel lovable.” 

“You are lovable, you idiot,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “There are so many wonderful things about you, and you’ll find a guy who sees those things and isn’t concerned with what his mates think.” 

You stopped by your locker, using your key to open it. Stuffing some books inside, you said, “Still…it was nice.” 

A giggle from nearby caught your attention. Charlotte stood at her locker a few feet from you. Daniel was there. He’d taken her by surprise, grabbing her around the waist and turning her to kiss her. In full view of everyone, he kissed her. He never did that with you. He always stood away, acting more like a friend or an acquaintance than a lover. You turned your head back to your locker, though your senses couldn’t let them go. Another painful sting hit your chest when you saw the picture plastered inside your locker door. A fan made a sticker set for Blossom with her sexy catchphrases. You taped your favorite to the metal door, so at the end of term, you can peel the tape instead of the sticker. It was an outline of your naked body with cherry blossom flowers blooming from between your thick thighs. 

“I can’t believe you have that in your locker,” Natalie laughed, not having seen Daniel and Charlotte. “If a teacher saw that, you’d get into trouble for sure.”

“It’s only a sticker,” you reasoned, a murmuring of Daniel’s deep voice from nearby. “It’s body positivity,” you lied. 

‘I miss you, sweet Blossom,’ you thought solemnly. ‘We had a good run.’ 

“I need to know where you found them then,” she said, as you closed your locker. “They’re so well done.”

“A friend sent them to me,” you said, “I can show them to you.”

Natalie’s mood changed when she spotted Daniel and Charlotte walking ahead, holding hands. “I hope the outfit you’re wearing is ultra hot,” she told you, “Because if that prick is there, you can definitely make him regret dumping you for her.”

“Oh please,” you snorted, shaking your head. 

“I mean it,” she said. “You got those little curves of yours!” 

She poked your hip and you moved away, laughing. Your curves are far from “little”. You’d inherited your mother’s hourglass figure, but yours stretched farther than hers. If you wore the right clothes, you did look pretty. Your followers praised your figure all the time, not bothered at all by your round belly fat or flabby biceps. But, of course, outside the internet, you received different comments and treatment was considerably harsh at times. 

Alice came up between both of you, and said, “Alright, so are we all ready for tonight?” 

“I am.”

“Me too. I can’t wait,” you added an extra excited bubble to your tone. 

“Awesome,” she smiled. “Tonight is going to be insane. My mum’s given Archie and I the house to ourselves for the night, but she says upstairs is out of bounds, of course.” 

Alice went into more party details as you exited the school. You’re surprised you’re even going, since you’d been sure your parents wouldn’t let you. Though, you guess they saw it as a night to themselves. You did not want to think about what that meant. 

Parting from Natalie and Alice, you headed over to the field behind the school. The long way home is going from the main entrance, then walking along the sidewalk and then around in a big square to reach your street. Considering the turmoil slowly rising inside you again, you wanted to get home quickly today; thankfully, you didn’t have orchestra practice since Mrs. Lee is out sick. You walked onto the rugby field where you spotted the team practicing. Boys in blue sweaters and shorts ran through plays and exercises. Your heart dropped when you spotted Daniel amongst them. Quickly, you turned your face forward and kept your distance. You thought you’d be in the clear, since they’re occupied and you’re far away. But, you’d been too hopeful. 

As you came to level with the core of the group, you heard a voice call out to you. 

“Hey Fraser,” you recognized Daniel’s voice anywhere. He used your surname as if that’d bring more formality between you. It meant neither of you shared any intimacy anymore. “I think you’re going the wrong way! The city zoo is on the other side of town!”

“They elephant trainers are looking for you!” called out another voice. You recognized it as belonging to Kojo, a dark-skinned youth who sometimes hung around with Daniel. “We wouldn’t want to worry them, would we?!”

They all laughed at their dumb, unoriginal taunts before their coach called for attention. The break up with Daniel already punctured holes inside you. Now, Daniel’s treatment of you in front of people plunged the knife in even deeper. You imagined he never told his friends anything about you until they found out on their own. You continued walking, their laughter carrying until it died out, and reached the exit gate. Closing it behind you, you turned to watch Daniel from the shadows of the trees. Broad with long-limbs, you’d missed feeling his dark curls through your fingers, and how it felt laying on his hard chest. Dark brown eyes that used to look on you fondly now mocked you. You recalled how he’d looked at Charlotte earlier, and you held back a sob. 

Blossom. Blossom, who’d been a piece of your identity, truly left a hole where that confidence once was. Before the delete, you would’ve gone home to make some updates, post a few porn snippets and teasers for your next video. Your parents both work during the day, so you always had a few hours before they came home. Now, you only have your violin waiting for you at home. 

Your phone pinged in your jacket pocket as you walked up the drive to your front door. But, you didn’t look at the text until you’d finally come inside. 

Danny <3: Sorry about the joke. It was really mean of me. 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t believe he still had your number saved; you kicked yourself for not deleting his number right away. You went to your bedroom, and put your belongings down. You’d been setting your music sheets on the stand in the corner of your room when your phone went off again. 

Danny <3: Can we talk? I know you’re going to Archie’s party tonight. Maybe I can see you there.

‘Aren’t you supposed to be going with Charlotte? You know, YOUR GIRLFRIEND????’ you typed back angrily, smashing keys so much you kept having to rewrite them. 

Danny <3: I am, but we can still chat somewhere private. 

“Daniel, can I ask you something?” 

Danny <3: Anything, beautiful.

“Did the dick head shop have a discount on audacity today?? You really got some fucking nerve texting me when you dumped me, started dating someone else, and just called me a fucking elephant in front of your asshole mates.’ Those hot tears finally spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision and drying out your mouth. ‘Don’t text me ever again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I hate you. Leave me alone.’

Danny <3: Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. It’s just that my mates wouldn’t get it. They’d think I’d have some weird fetish and rag on me. Bro banter is different from girl banter. Let’s just talk about it. 

“There’s nothing to talk about. Bye, Daniel.”

You blocked his number, and put your phone screen down. The desire to play violin sunk out of you. You left your violin where it was to crash onto your bed, the sobs coming fast and hot. You felt so alone. You normally turned to your followers when you felt particularly sad, since their encouragement and comments lifted your spirits. Blossom. Oh sweet Blossom. Where are you with your confidence and sass? You wished more than anything you could bring it back without needing the blog. It’d sound weird to anyone outside of it. 

A small ding on your phone came a few minutes later. You didn’t particularly care about Instagram notifications, since it was also ‘so-and-so- just posted their story!’ or ‘so-and-so and this-person posted stuff today!’. Yet, curiosity stroked your back and you opened the app. 

‘DannyBBoy messaged you!’

DannyBBoy: Seriously?? You blocked my number?? Wtf, Y/N? I was trying to be nice by talking it out. 

‘No, you want to talk it out because you want to keep fucking me behind Charlotte’s back. I’m not a whore you can have whenever you like. Fuck off.’

His name message stung the most: 

DannyBBoy: You were when I was hitting it from the back a few nights ago. 

You did not respond, and blocked him. You proceeded to do it on the other platforms as well. Wanting to wash him from your brain, you searched yourself on Reddit again. Anything relating to you popped up. The moderators of the community you’d been a part of made a post about your blog being deleted. People wrote about how sad they’d be since they liked your stories; others said they wished they’d saved your videos or photos. It broke your heart, so you turned the app off and switched back to Instagram. You’d liked one of Alice’s posts about her party coming up when a notification came up again. When you pressed it out of curiosity, you found a bit of a surprise. 

Raffy Barton had liked one of your photos. Raffy was one of Daniel’s rugby friends. Skinny with long blond hair, you’d find him cute if you didn’t already know he wouldn’t be interested. You opened the picture in question. A selfie you’d taken before going for a girls’ night with your friends, you wore a draping halter top and tight jeans. It was dated a few weeks ago. Why did he like it now? He wasn’t following you either. It struck you as strange. You supposed he probably planned on finding an embarrassing picture to bring up someway. You had no headspace for pricks like Raffy Barton, so you locked your phone to put aside.

There, you laid on your bed and mourned a person who did not exist. 

****

‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

What a shame, he thought, closing out the app on his phone. He’d rather enjoyed the porn blogger’s content. Her photos sparked arousal in him, of course, but there’d been something artistic about them. He could tell she put a lot of time and thought into her content; not to mention, her writings definitely stirred his imagination. He isn’t a big reader, but her steamy, smutty stories gave him serious boners. She was much kinkier than any girl he’d ever hooked up with before. He particularly liked that they shared a lot of the same fantasies and kinks. He’d enjoyed her cutesy aesthetic, and the various toys she used on herself. Raffy felt glad he’d saved everything to his phone, at least. But, it would’ve been nice to have some new masturbation material before tonight. 

Sitting in the locker room after practice, he’d gotten to his locker before his friends, who still showered in the next room. This gave him a few private glimpses of his favorite porn blogger. Going into his gallery, he found the private folder he’d created for her photos. Simply labeled “Blossom”, he opened it to see dozens upon dozens of videos and photos of a plump scantily clad girl. He gulped the saliva building in his mouth from seeing thumbnails of her curvy body, and wishing it was in his lap right now. He couldn’t have a video, so he thumbed through the pictures instead. His favorites were marked, of course, for an easier search. 

Blossom wore a school girl uniform in this one. She knelt on a bed with a sheet behind her on the wall. None of her content showed her face, but that didn’t matter. A lot of these models did that to protect themselves. Raffy’s jaw dropped when he observed her in the tight white shirt, the buttons stretching across her large bosom and tummy below; he saw their curves and her nipples poking through the fabric. She’d loosened the navy and yellow tie to flaunt her cleavage. Raffy went to the next photo where she’d opened the shirt to reveal a black lacy bra, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Her short skirt rode up the tops of her thick thighs, soft and fleshy inside black high stockings. His cock twitched in his shorts seeing the small bit of pudge coming over the stocking’s band. Raffy imagined himself between those luscious thighs, his cock pounding the tight cunt underneath that skirt. He went a few photos down to his favorite. 

Blossom on all fours, wearing only the skirt with pussy and ass on full display for him. He kept it close to him, and drooled seeing the long dildo pressed right to her clitoris. He pictured it being him instead of a toy. Raffy knew he was only building himself up for a long wank-off session later at home. He saw her sitting on him, lightly brushing her sex to his pulsating cock and begging for him. He’d kill to be balls deep in her. The lights placed in the right place showed her glistening folds, which he imagined fluttered and throbbed at the tip pressing against it. She kept everything neat, Blossom did. Not that he cared too much. Pussy is pussy, in Raffy’s book. 

His attention flitted to the background. Blossom used her photoshop and editing skills to blur out some backgrounds since she mainly worked in her bedroom, he guessed. But, as he made out a closet, he saw an unblurred section of the space. It was half of a clothing hanger on the closet door knob. On it hung a navy blue with an emblem on the breast pocket. Raffy zoomed in on the side, and suddenly recognized the blazer. It had the red and gold emblem of Burlingdale, his school. 

No, he’s wrong. It’s probably another school. No way would a Dales girl have a porn blog on Reddit. He scoffed at his blimp of foolishness, and scrolled to a video that followed it. His suspicions were confirmed. Blossom sat nude on top of her “favorite stuffie” Mr. Buttons, an oversized bear that often served to pleasure her. He’s never envied a stuffed toy before. Mr. Buttons laid down with his head to the camera, and Blossom’s delicious body on top with her hands on his fuzzy chest. She wore the school blazer and nothing else. In the small video, she was riding the toy, a thick pink dildo she loved to use. When she leaned back to let the viewer see the dildo inside her, the blazer’s lapels flattened. He saw the emblem much closer now, and yes, it was from his school. 

And, now that he thought about it, he realized he knew those lips. Blossom made the mistake of letting the camera catch half her face during her little ride to orgasm. He shook his head. Actually, he acknowledged the hair as well. He’d seen that hair before…on the field…about half an hour ago. Raffy thought he might be disgusted by the fact that he thirsted over you, but he wasn’t. He went to the next video, which was Blossom cleaning her toy with her mouth. He needed to be sure. He needed to be a hundred-percent sure. 

His friends came back to their stalls, but he did not acknowledge them right away. Going into Instagram, he went to Daniel’s profile. Raffy didn’t follow you obviously, but maybe Danny did. Scanning through the following list, he found your profile. He pressed on it to end up on your profile. You mainly took photos of friends and objects, but eventually he found one. A mirror selfie in your bedroom, he saw the purple duvet he often saw in Blossom’s videos. Yet, the skimpy top you wore in the photo clung to your body like a second skin. The same curves. The same size. The same supple flesh and fullness he’d fight a bloke to touch. He took in your tiny waist and wide hips. His thumb touched the screen, and when it didn’t slide up, he accidentally double tapped it. 

Resulting in liking the photo. 

Raffy quickly unliked it, but he knew you’d get a notification anyway. Fuck, now you’d know he was on your page. A blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, and he put his phone aside. 

But, yes, it was you. This made him harder. His cock throbbed now that he knew THE CherryBlossom_03 was someone he knew. She was close by. He could have her. He’d make his own videos with her, and post them to his own page where he sent so many others. It’s not like you’d say ‘no’. You had sex with Daniel Burgess, of all the boys in the school. You must not get much attention being the way you are, so you’d be grateful to be the object of his deepest, horniest, smuttiest desires. 

“-I don’t know how Burgess banged that,” Kojo’s voice reached through his thoughts to bring him to reality, “She must weigh more than he does.” 

“You think he dumped her because she crushed him?” Nav replied, laughing at his cruel joke.

“Or she broke his bed just getting into it,” he smirked back, earning laughs from everyone around. 

“It’s a shame though,” said Kyle, who sat next to Nav, both boys shirtless now. “She’s got a pretty face at least.”

Kojo wasn’t wrong. Daniel must’ve found you attractive if he had sex with you. It’d been Nav who discovered it when he says he saw them making out by the tree outside the field. Raffy couldn’t help envying him now. Daniel Burgess, dumbass extraordinaire, got a taste of Blossom’s soft body. Daniel Burgess, who once asked him how to spell ‘orange’, got to suckle your tits and lick your dripping sex. You probably faked your orgasms with him. You wouldn’t with Raffy. He’d keep going until your juices dripped from your clenching hole to your ass cheeks. He’d make sure his Blossom came as much as possible, and he didn’t normally do that with girls he slept with. 

“She’s not that bad,” Raffy heard himself say as he pulled on his undershirt. 

“What?” the boys around him said with surprised eyes. 

“You’re taking the piss with us, right?” asked Kojo, pointing at him. 

Raffy tucked his cock into his belt to keep his boner from sticking out too much. He turned as he zipped his pants up and said, “I think she’s pretty cute. She might be fat, but the plus side is she’s got big tits.”

And a nice round ass he can spank. You liked being spanked. He knows because you stated as much when you posed with a paddle. Lord, how badly he wanted to have you right then. It was pathetic. 

“I’ve never bagged a fattie before,” he said thoughtfully, unable to stop the flood of erotic visions in his mind. “I imagine she’s-what-double points?” 

They looked at one another with consideration. He almost said he didn’t care about score points when it came to you. He desired you for too long. He’d do it purely for pleasure. 

“She’s big enough to be double,” Nav chuckled. 

“Anyways, who’s ready to score some points tonight?” 

He’d be seeing you tonight. Being a friend of Alice’s, you’re no doubt invited to her birthday party. Raffy smirked to himself as he started changing out of his uniform, cleverly maneuvering himself to avoid the others spotting his semi-hardon. Nowadays, if a girl is caught doing slutty things, she’s ostracized and criticized. He knew if any other person found your photos, and spread them through school, you’d be so embarrassed you’d have to transfer out. All the effort you’d put into getting your free-ride into Burlingdale will be wasted, and you’d be expelled for wearing your uniform in a porn video. You get bullied enough for your appearance. Imagine if someone spread videos of you being an absolute slut for thousands of strangers…

When you can be an absolute slut for only one person…

****

“Gettin’ ready for the paaarty, cause it’s your biiiirthdayy and you are pretty!”

You heard Natalie say this in a sing-song voice to Alice, who sat in front of her mirror doing her makeup. Alice insisted you come to her house before the party to get ready with her and Natalie. No doubt they wanted to judge each other’s outfits. You stood behind Alice, dancing to Natalie’s made up song in case you were in her video line. As always, you constantly checked on your appearance. Things were different for Alice and Natalie. They looked good in everything they wore. You need to be pickier on what you wear. If you show too much, people will stare. You try not to care if they do, but you’re feeling particularly sensitive today. You’d chosen your lilac off the shoulder crop top, with its matching cardigan and skirt. It showed a decent amount of cleavage and hid your stomach somewhat. You feared the chaffing you’d have when your thighs started rubbing together, but your petroleum jelly trick in that whole area will keep that from happening. Thigh high lace stockings shape your thighs and legs nicely, so their fatness isn’t so noticeable. You hated hiding parts of yourself, but people are vicious. Blossom’s followers loved anything you wore. They’re who you felt the most comfortable with. 

“Anything from Daniel?” Natalie asked, going back to the bed behind you. 

“He messaged me after I got home,” you said, applying your lipgloss. “He had the nerve to do the whole ‘let’s-just-talk’ thing after he and his mates made fun of me on my way home.”

“What did they say?” 

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you assured her. “I blocked him, though. I don’t want anything to do with him or ‘Lottie’.”

“Who’s Lottie?”

“It’s his stupid nickname for Charlotte, I suppose,” you said. Putting your lipgloss back in your bag, you fixed your hair one more time before sitting with Natalie on the bed. She encouraged you to take a selfie together, which you agreed to. “I seriously want to know where they get their nerve from. Maybe there’s a sale and I can get some too.” 

Natalie and Alice laughed at this. You watched Natalie tag you in the photo and post it. You took your own photo on your own, and did the same, adding a caption about the party. Minutes went by before someone commented. It was Charlotte. You forgot you’d accepted a request once, though you’re not particularly close anymore. Her comment hit your gut. 

‘Where’s your neck??? LOL’

You deleted the photo. Not to please her, but so you never see that comment again. Perhaps only Blossom could have nice pictures. 

“She’s a bitch,” said Natalie, comfort behind her voice. “What she thinks isn’t important.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you replied. 

“Have no idea what you both mean, but yeah,” Alice said, typing on her phone distractedly. 

You and Natalie laughed. You went through your notifications once more to see if the comment is there, and then you saw Raffy’s like again. “Raffy liked one of my pictures.”

“Huh?” Natalie whipped her head towards you, “Raffy? Raffy Barton? The world’s biggest prick? That Raffy?”

“Do we know any other assholes named Raffy?”

“Which one did he like?” Alice laid beside you to get a good view of your phone. She tapped the link to see said photo. “Oooh, I remember that one,” she sneered at you and giggled, “I don’t blame him for liking it. You look hot.” 

“But…Raffy?” His name came out quickly from your tongue. “I’ve never gotten Chubby Chaser vibes from him before.”

“I can imagine perverts like Raffy fuck anything that moves,” Alice said. “He probably heard you and Daniel broke it off, and wants a piece of your cake.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “As if.”

“I wouldn’t read too much into it,” Natalie concluded. “It’s not like he commented on anything. He probably liked it by accident.”

“But that means he was still on my profile.”

“Which still doesn’t mean anything,” she assured you. “Now,” she adjusted herself next to you, taking your phone, “Let’s take a cute one for you to post.”

You pushed Raffy from your mind. Plenty already bothered you. Charlotte did not comment again, but you’re sure she’d seen some photos since she liked them on Alice and Natalie’s pages. You knew you’d be seeing her tonight with Daniel. If anyone else hosted the party, you wouldn’t go, but you loved Alice. You wanted to be with her on her special day. You vowed you wouldn’t give him any attention. You refused to let him in your head anymore. If anything, your heart should be mourning the death of Blossom and her beautiful blog, not some idiot rugby player and his new girlfriend. 

Guests started showing up an hour or so later, and the party kicked into gear. You poured yourself a drink from the spread on the table, and sat with Alice and a few friends. The party atmosphere excited you, yet that lingering thought of running into Daniel somewhere kept pestering you. You told yourself if you stayed in groups of people, then he cannot corner you. You enjoyed the vibes going throughout the party, taking photos with friends, joking and drinking with them, and having a good time. You’d been chatting with a friend about your recent class project outside when you heard a voice from nearby grab at your ear. 

Daniel stood by a lounge area by the pool, clasping hands with the boys sitting there talking and smiling. Charlotte was nowhere in sight, and you liked it that way. You scooted closer to the table to try staying out of his eyeline, but that only landed you in someone else’s: Raffy Barton’s. Blond hair, a messy mop of golden curls, with an aliquine nose and round chin, you saw why girls fell for him. You might even like him if it weren’t for his reputation. He was a ‘lad’. A ‘guy’.  Girls you knew who’d hooked up with Raffy were ghosted the next day. Lily Reeves claimed he’d posted photos of her on a site. He’s one of the worst kinds of men. Most likely sensing someone’s eyes on him, Raffy naturally turned his head. Bright blue eyes met yours through and did not look away. He sipped from his beer and continued eyeing you smugly. A chill went through your spine when his eyes scanned over you in your outfit, and suddenly you felt naked. His Instagram like might not have been an accident after all. 

To avoid him, you excused yourself from the table and hurried inside. Finding the food table, you nibbled at the finger sandwiches there so something soaked up the alcohol. The last thing you needed was getting wasted when Daniel and Raffy are walking around. 

“-Wow, so you actually were invited.” Charlotte came up beside you, smelling of sweet perfume and flipping her hair extensions over her shoulder. “I would’ve thought Alice sent you the invite as a pity thing.”

“Evening to you too, Charlotte,” you responded, eating a bit more of your sandwich. “How’s life?”

“Awesome,” she smiled, “Especially since Daniel and I are a thing now.”

“So I’ve noticed,” you wouldn’t give into it. “Why aren’t you with him now? I thought being a happy couple, you’d be stuck like glue.”

“I’m not the possessive type,” she said, “You know, because I know Daniel actually likes me and doesn’t see me as a plaything.” She looked you over, giving a patronizing smile when your eyes met again. “I’m sure you’ve seen our pictures from his house. We came here together in his car.”

“I’d assume so, since he doesn’t carry bus fare. Lottie, it’s been fun having this chat, but I need to find the birthday girl.” 

She scoffed at the nickname, but you patted her shoulder and walked away. You didn’t really mean to look for Alice, though you might as well. You found her in a seating area in the corner of the living room, then made your way towards her. Yet, as you did, you spotted Daniel reentering the house. He caught sight of you at the door. You turned away into the nearest room which was another seating place. The french doors muffled the ambience from outside with a single close. You’d hoped he hadn���t seen you come in. You hoped Charlotte got to him before you, and distracted him with something trivial. But, right when you took a seat on the leather sofa, the door opened again. 

“Y/N?”

Daniel walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Your body immediately tensed up in your seat. Everything in your body screamed to run away again, but he sat beside you before you moved. 

“What do you want?” you asked, not looking at him. 

“To talk to you,” he said, “I've been looking for you.”

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

“Because I wanted to tell you that I love you,” he said softly, scooting closer and cupping your face. His hand felt so gentle on your skin. He turned your face to look at him, “And that I miss you.”

“That’s tough,” you said, pushing his hand away even though you secretly wanted him to touch you. You needed to be touched, to be held. Blossom was gone, and you’d never truly get her back. “Because I didn’t love you nor do I miss you.”

“Ah, come off it,” he snickered, “We know that’s not true. After all the stuff we’ve done? After all those nights in my bedroom?” he pushed hair from your face, “You can’t just forget me like that.”

“Why? You did it,” you smacked his hand from your hair. “You truly have some balls, you know that?”

“Y/N-”

“-No, no, shut up,” you snapped. “You keep me a secret from your friends. You pretend not to know me when we were at school. You never bought me nice things, wrote me love notes, or took me on a date in public in the day time. Every time we met it was in the middle of the night, and I had to sneak into your house. I had to sneak into your house. You didn’t even want your parents knowing about me. You’ve been ashamed to say you like me and find me attractive.” A thing you tolerated because you did not want to feel alone. “You ditched me because your friends found out you were screwing an ‘elephant’,” you let the word dig into his skin, “And were embarrassed. I don’t think I could love someone who isn’t proud to call me theirs.”

“I wasn’t ashamed, baby,” he said gently, putting his hand on your exposed knee before you pushed it off. “You wouldn’t get it because you’re a girl. Shit like this is different with girls. Y/N,” he put his arm over the back of the sofa and faced you, “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever dated. You’re funny, clever…sexy,” he smirked at the last word. “Any bloke would be lucky to have you, and I want to be that lucky bloke.” When you appeared unconvinced, you said, “Come on. I’ll break it off with Charlotte, if that makes you happy.” He put his hand back on your knee, “I promise.”

In the split second you nearly gave in, someone opened the door. You and Daniel looked to see Raffy walking into the room, holding something in his hand. 

“Excuse me,” he said, walking in front of Daniel and plopping himself in between you both. He placed down a credit card, a dimebag of white powder, and pulled out his phone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nah, mate,” said Daniel. “Y/N and I were just chilling, that’s all.”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t chill with Y/N for too long,” he said, dumping the bag’s contents onto the coffee table. “Charlotte’s been looking for you, and I don’t think she’ll be happy finding you two in here.”

“Shit,” Daniel hissed through his teeth. “Fucking…” 

He gave you one more annoyed look before leaving the room. Now, you’re alone with Raffy. Great. “Hmph,” Raffy said, “Glad he’s gone. I can’t stand Burgess for more than, like, ten minutes before I want to blow my brains out.” He started cutting the little pile into lines, “Want some? I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“No thanks,” you said. “I think I’m just going to, you know…” 

You stood to leave before he grabbed hold of your wrist. “No,” he said, “Stay with me. I don’t want to do it on my own. It’s not as fun.” 

“I’m not interested, Raffy.”

You yanked your wrist from him and started to walk away. Right as you reached for the handle a voice rang out into the room. 

‘Oh god, it’s so big. I don’t know if this one will fit…do you want me to try, Daddy?’ 

Your blood ran cold, and every muscle in your body froze. Your own voice went throughout the room as the video continued. Surely, you’re hearing things. Raffy’s probably playing another video that simply sounds like you. Turning around, you saw his phone on the coffee table, and spotted a very familiar video playing on the screen. It was you. You were sure of it. A POV shot, you wore lavender garter belts and stockings as you tried sliding a thick black dildo inside yourself. Some of Blossom’s videos involved pretending the viewer was with her, putting the camera where they’d see everything. This was one of them. 

‘Daddy, I don’t know if I can take it all…’

“Now, now, Blossom, you can fit that in you,” Raffy tsked, cutting the cocaine into more lines, “Just go a bit further down, kitten.” 

“Okay. I’ll try, just for you.’

He knew all the pauses. You stayed by the door for a moment longer, looking at Raffy’s back in complete shock. He finally turned his head over to you as Blossom let out a high pitched squeal, the dildo finally inside her. That was when he stopped the video, smiling over at you. 

“I think you’ll want to come sit back over here…Blossom,” he leered, looking over your body once more. 

You said nothing. Your mind drew blanks at what to say. How did he know? How did he guess? You always made sure to keep your face out of photos or at least blur the bits showing. Raffy could not have figured this out by chance. You walked back to him, and sat down. The cocaine cut into four lines, Raffy pulled out a short pipe from behind his ear. 

"You see, earlier this afternoon," he began, "I was lamenting over the loss of one of my favorite porn creators on Reddit. She was one of my favorites because she and I share a lot of the same kinks, I liked her style of videos, and she got me hard in minutes," he chuckled. "I saved a whole bunch of her videos and photos on my phone in case she deletes her profile or the link gets trashed. I was having a little look at this school girl shoot she did, watching her bounce up and down on her stuffed bear, when I noticed the blazer in the back of the video. I'm sure she didn't notice it since she blurred out the background, but she missed a spot. I thought it was a coincidence until she was wearing only the blazer."

 You gripped the edge of your seat as the memory came back to you. The late night and school in the morning left you with little time to properly edit the shoot. Normally, you left it for the morning, if anything, but you needed it out of the way. You didn't think anyone would notice, since they're focused on your body. Apparently, you'd been wrong. 

"I realize that it's a Burlingdale uniform," he said. "With a bit of detective work, I realized it was you." 

"How?"

"The shape of your tits and the covers on the bed in the background," he answered. "I knew it was far-fetched until I listened to your videos again. I mean, I really listened. I'm surprised I didn't see it before." He placed the pipe in his nostril and snorted one of the cocaine lines. Sniffing hard, he rubbed his burning nostrils before continuing, "You are certainly a naughty girl. All those dirty stories and photos. I can't help admiring the production value and design put into each one. I don't normally watch porn for that, but it's a nice perk." He handed you the pipe. When you shook your head, he pressed the pipe into your hand. 

"What do you want?" 

"For you to do coke with me?"

"No, what do you want from me? I'm assuming you're going to blackmail me for something?” 

“I think it’s obvious,” he tucked hair behind your ear, and said, “I want you to be mine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dread replaced the finger sandwiches and alcohol in your stomach. You’d always worried one day a creep might stumble upon your secret and use it against you. You never thought it’d be someone you knew. 

“You heard me,” he said, “I want you to be mine.” His hand touched your knee, his thumb rubbing the side tenderly so shivers went through you. “Mine to fuck whenever I like, and I really do mean whenever,” his voice became low in the quiet room and he drew closer. His eyes scanned over your face until they fell on your lips. 

“Burlingdale is paying all your fees to join our school. Imagine what would happen if they found out you did such dirty things while wearing their emblem on your naked chest,” his hand went further up your thigh, “Especially when Ms. Parkinson praises your intelligence so much.” You hitched a breath when that hand slid underneath your skirt, lifting the fabric with it. 

“Stop it,” you snapped, pushing his hand away. 

“-Not to mention, our classmates would no doubt find out as well,” he said, ignoring your protest and touching your knee again. “’d post your little collection onto my Instagram and everyone in sixth form will hear about it. You know above most people how cruel kids can be when unprovoked; they’ll be even worse when given a cause.” He looked down to your chest, exhaling deeply. 

You smell the alcohol on him, and it sickened you even if yours also smelled like it. He was right, and you hated the fact that he was right. You’d created a whole other identity to avoid people you knew in your life finding you. VPNs, proxy servers, and other firewalls kept your information a deep secret in case someone hacked your devices. People already picked on you for no reason. If Raffy sent them Blossom’s content, you’ll be taunted and subjected to more abuse. You’d have to leave the school, which resulted in a less than bright future for yourself. But, being Raffy’s plaything? His toy? You hated the idea. 

“I won’t be cruel to you,” he said, “Unless I’m feeling particularly merciless.” He felt up your thigh to the outside side, giving the fat there a soft squeeze. The corner of his mouth twitched at the little gasp you gave. “Just watching alone makes me cum so fucking hard,” he continued, “I can’t wait to see how hard from having the real thing in person.” His hand went up your side to your breast. You knocked his hand away instinctively. He laughed at your attempt to stop him. “The girls at our school would never do the things I’ve seen you do. They’re so boring and vanilla. Reeves got pissed at me just for spanking her ass too hard. I don’t think you’d be bothered by that,” He cupped your chest again, and you swiped his hand away a second time. 

“You think a little threat like that will really concern me?” you asked, trying to hide your fear with a glare. Raffy did not buy it. 

“It most certainly will,” he chortled. “If people recognizing you didn’t bother you, then you wouldn’t bother editing out your face. You hid it because you know you have to keep up this annoying, boring, clean-cut good girl act to stay in school. If the wrong people found that blog, well,” he sighed, “I imagine it’d go quite badly for you.” He reached up to your breast a third time, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers slid right under the bottom curve. “Fuck-” he huffed, feeling the heavy weight of your tit in his large hand. “-They’re so soft,” he untied the cardigan you wore over your top to see more of your cleavage, “And warm…I almost feel obligated to fuck them tonight just to see my dick get lost in them…”

“Raffy,” you finally pushed him away, breathless from the violation. That natural warmth built up in the apex of your thighs, and you pushed it down. It’d been a while since anyone touched you so gently. Daniel usually grabbed them a few times, then got down to business. Raffy clearly liked drawing it out. “No.”

“‘No’ what? ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck right now or ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck at all?” He asked, pretending to be bemused. “I don’t know. I’d reconsider this answer. I can send that,” he nodded to the phone, “In seconds. Everyone would know. Everyone. I wouldn’t think you’d want that.”

“You won’t do it.”

“Oh?”

“Then, you’d have to admit you wank off to fat girls, and we both know how judgemental your friends are,” you accused. “Daniel dumped me over it because they teased him so much. They’d do the same to you.”

He chuckled, “As if that matters to me. I’m not Daniel,” he gave your tit a squeeze that made you bite your inner cheek. “My mates would eventually get over it. They did it to Daniel because nobody on the team likes him that much. They all like me, though. They respect me more.” He circled his thumb where your nipple would be, and you forced yourself not to react. “It’s always the girl everyone judges and ostracizes. Why do you think Reeves was so bothered when I posted her pictures? She knew people at school might see them.” He then said, “But, no worries, kitten. I wouldn’t share yours on my blog. I’d keep them to myself.” 

“You prick,” you spat, venom in your voice. “How could you do that?”

“Easy. I uploaded the photos and then pressed ‘post’?” He laughed. “It’d be the same with yours. I think I’d start with the school girl one, even though my all-time favorite is the play time ones. You know, the ones where you put on cute little outfits, call me ‘Daddy’ and act innocent as you play with all your toys. Fuck, it’s so damn sexy,” he breathed. “So, do we have a deal?”

No. You wanted that to be your answer. Yet, your stomach bubbled with nerves. He’s right. You knew this to be true. You already pictured the taunting you’d receive once people found out. Raffy’s proposal puts you between a rock and a hard place. You’re a caged animal stuck in a corner. You wanted to escape him, but that’d be a bad idea. Raffy’s hand went down your body to your skirt. 

“I’m waiting, kitten,” he teased, gradually pushing your skirt up your thighs. 

He’d do it too. You know he would. It won’t affect his reputation at all. Your friends might hate him for it, but he didn’t care. For a flicker of a moment, you envisioned Daniel becoming enraged and beating the lanky boy to a pulp. You also saw him being so jealous, he dumps Charlotte and crawls back to you for forgiveness. He’ll promise to be a proper boyfriend, and flaunt you wherever he goes. But, you knew that’d never happen. Daniel would always be ashamed, and Raffy would be no different despite what he says. No guy you know will admit to having any sort of romantic or sexual interest in you out loud. It ruined the buzz you’d been riding for the night. Blossom was the sex icon. You’re what you are. 

“Kitten…” you hated that you liked the way he said it. ‘Kitten’ is usually one of your preferred pet names. 

You got a tighter grip on the pipe in your hand, bent over the coffee table and quickly snorted up the white powder. It burned through your nostril and into your nasal cavity. You sat back up, breathing through your nose and rubbing out the sensation. Looking over at him, you then said:

“What would I have to do?” 

“Anything I want,” he told you, “Though, it’d be nothing you haven’t already done or fantasized about. Like I said, we both share a lot of the same kinks, and I’d love to have an experimental partner. You know, a girl that isn’t so uptight.” 

“And after I do whatever you want, you’ll delete it?” you asked to confirm. 

“When I’m completely through with you,” he mulled this over, “I’ll delete them, sure.” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, Raffy.”

“It wouldn’t to you.” 

He scooped up one of the powder lines with the bag’s opening, then gently leaned you back. Tugging down one side of your shirt slightly, he poured the contents onto the top curve of your tit. Sprinkling a line over it, Raffy drew closer. 

“Stay still for me, love,” he said, “We wouldn’t want to waste any of it.” 

He tilted forward and sniffed the powder off in one snort. Having his body, skinnier and longer than yours, pressed close to you, his heat radiating through his thin white button down to your own, left you slightly dizzy. You shivered when you felt a warm, wet tongue licked up the residue he’d left behind. He left it there before softly giving open-mouth kisses up your chest to your neck. Heat pooled between your thighs as he nibbled at the base of your throat, groaning against the flesh and licking once more. Your hands touched his shoulders. You made a weak attempt to push him off, but his wandering lips distracted you. Going across your jawline, he finally landed on your lips. It started chaste. He gently pecked your lips like a swimmer testing the water. He then deepened it, his tongue poking through to open your mouth for him. Daniel never kissed you like this; his kisses were usually hungry and hard. He said you were big enough to handle a bit of roughness. Raffy showed no roughness here; he did not have an ounce of eagerness or quickness in his kisses. He wanted to savor your taste before having to pull away. 

“Sweet,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “So sweet.” He pulled away from you, “Have another line, Kitten. I think we should have some fun tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, realizing you’d been holding your breath. 

Raffy kissed you a few more times before letting you bend forward to snort the last line of cocaine. He gave you a satisfied smile and pressed you to the sofa again. You felt his hand caress the outside of your thigh again before moving upwards to your chest. You only needed to tolerate this for one night. Once Raffy’s gotten what he wants, he’ll trash the evidence and you’ll be safe. He cupped one of your tits, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He pulled down the neckline of your top just enough for your nipple to pop out from underneath. All the hairs on your arms stood up at this sudden exposure. You glanced around to see if anyone’s noticed through the windows; they had not. Raffy gave a low groan, then swiped the tip of his tongue over it. 

“Raffy,” you huffed, trying not to squirm as sparks of pleasure hit your center. “Not here.” 

“I know, Kitten,” he said, sucking your nipple and flicking it again. The feeling arched your back and you clenched your thighs closed. This did not go unnoticed by Raffy. “Is my little slut getting turned on?” he asked, amused as he continued licking your nipple. “Hm? Should I turn my attention somewhere else?”

“No,” you gritted your teeth. 

“I think I should,” he said, “Open your legs for me.”

“No, Raffy.”

“Yes, Kitten. It’s mine now. I’m allowed to play with what’s mine.” 

You grabbed his wrist as he settled his hand on your exposed thighs, but the attempt was feeble. Raffy continued teasing your nipple while his hand slid up your inner thighs. You tried squeezing them to keep him from going further out of habit. Yet, he continued, gently massaging across them before his fingers brushed your underwear. The new intrusion made you gasp. Raffy let out a long groan when his hand cupped your sex, and he felt your pussy throb. He ran his fingers torturously over the slit several times much to your dismay and your pleasure. You wriggled yourself out of his grasp, trying to escape before your body gave into his demands. Yet, Raffy was stronger than he looked. He still rubbed over your sex, his middle digit found roughly where your clitoris would be. The teasing touch made you bite your lower lip. 

“My, my,” he tsked, kissing the rim of your ear, “Somebody’s getting wet.” 

You couldn’t help it. His hand felt so good. His mouth felt good. How could your body not respond? You wished there was an internal switch to shut it off. You gasped as those fingers pushed your panties aside. The metal rings he wore smoothed over your folds, feeling slightly colder in comparison to his skin and your heat. This new touch made you gasp and clutch his shoulder tightly. 

“Touch my cock,” he ordered, pulling down your bra to show your other breast, which he began teasing as well. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

When you did not move your hand, he ceased his teasing and put your right hand on his crotch. In the center of his trousers, a hard bulge hit your palm. Raffy groaned, closing his eyes a second to take in the warmth of your hand. He went back to touching your pussy while you reluctantly groped the outline of his cock. It was bigger than you’d imagine, but not too big. You often joked he probably had a small dick, which is why he tried too hard, but no. It felt nice. He moaned into your nipple as you stroked. You hoped this would be all he wanted, but then he moaned into your ear. 

“Take it out, Kitten,” he said, “Rub it out for me.”

“No. There’s…” people in the next room who might come in any second. 

“Do it,” he demanded, giving your nipple a gentle bite. “Now.”

With one hand, you undid his pants and stuck your hand inside. This new sensation made Raffy’s eyes fall closed. You held back a cry when his fingers found your clit again. Circling the hard pearl, you couldn’t stop the flood of pleasure breaking through. You didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time you did. You stroked the cock pulsating against your hand, lightly brushing it up and down. He’s thick with a dripping tip that slickened your motions. You felt the veins throbbing each time you went down the shaft. You liked it. Daniel’s was smaller than Raffy’s. The desperation inside you heated up, imagining yourself riding this cock. You had a dildo about his size, which filled you completely every time. Right as you pictured it sheathed fully into your pussy, Raffy slipped the two fingers inside you and you tensed in his grasp. Your legs suddenly spread further apart to give his hand more space. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, groaning when you squeezed his member, “Keep going just like that. Oh, just like that.” 

His fingers curled up into your pussy, and immediately prodded the rough patch inside. You’d never think in a million years that Raffy Barton would know where the g-spot is located. His thumb worked your clitoris in circles while his fingers fucked you carefully. The rings he wore only added to your pleasure, working like ridges on a ribbed toy. Jerking him a bit faster, he moaned out loud, face contorted by pleasure as he came closer to orgasm. Soon, you felt your walls clamp down around his digits, and the sensitivity in the nub up top became more prominent. 

“R-R-Raffy,” you stammered, huffing as it came closer. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

Upon hearing this, he deepened his fingers to prod your g-spot expertly. You shuddered and your muscles tensed as your climax came closer. Not wanting anyone to overhear, you lowered your cries to whimpered curses laced with his name. His own orgasm approached as you rapidly stroked him now, making him groan as he kissed you. 

“Come,” Raffy huffed on your lips, “Cum for me, Kitten. I want to feel this pussy cum on my hand. Come on now. Don’t keep me….me waiting.”

Then, you did. Your climax was shaky breaths and constricted muscles. You continued pumping his slick cock, coated by sticky precum. You imagined it inside you later as he brought you over the edge. Raffy watched you the entire time, drinking in the sight of you half naked and quivering in his hand. Right as your orgasm ended, his began. Raffy gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip so much you thought he may draw blood as it hit him. Thick streams of hot cum spilled over your hand, slightly disgusting but also arousing. Raffy’s body contorted to the pleasure, letting it guide him until he was completely spent. 

“Fuck-” he breathed, leaning on his side once his climax subsided. He removed his fingers, and brought them to your lips. Naturally, you opened your mouth to taste yourself, something you’ve done plenty of times. “It’s better than I imagined,” he said once he pulled his finger away, “You’re so tight and warm. How am I supposed to stay away from you, hm?”

“Alright,” you sat up and put your breasts back in your bra and shirt, “You got what you wanted. Delete what you have.”

He chuckled, “Not a chance.”

“What?” you looked back over at him, seeing him zip up his trousers. You wiped your sticky hand on a throw blanket on the back of the sofa. “Why not? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Not nearly,” he told you, bringing you back to him and pecking your lips softly. “Not even an ounce of what I want, and I want quite a lot.” He grabbed your breast again and kissed you deeply, moaning when he tasted your juices on your tongue. 

“You said once you got what you wanted, you’d delete them,” you argued. 

“And I will, no worries, Kitten,” he reassured you with a soft kiss. “I’d love to stay in here and keep doing this, but there’s a party we need to get back to.” 

You didn’t think you could face the people outside after what you just did. You’re not surprised he won’t delete the videos. If only you could get your hands on his phone, then you can do it yourself. No video, no blackmail. The embarrassing, shameful thought that you enjoyed what he just did to you flooded back. You should’ve fought back more. You shouldn’t be so damn weak. What you did only enforced the idea that fat girls are desperate and easy. Perhaps tonight you are. Perhaps tonight you can be. Losing Blossom and Daniel plagued you too long, and if you could lose yourself in the drugs and orgasms Raffy could bring, then you’d accept it for now. You could go back to hating him tomorrow. 

Standing on wobbly knees, Raffy led you out of the room by the hand. During your time in the room, the party went into full swing. People grouped together in the middle of the living room, which had been cleared for a dance floor near the stereo. Their bodies gyrated, whirled, rocked and swayed to the hip-hop beats going through the house. Blue lights bathed the white walls in a faint baby blue color, giving the room a club atmosphere instead of a home. The bumping music seemed to ignite the drugs in your system, and brought energy into your relaxed body. You spotted Alice dancing with Kojo, and Natalie dancing close to Archie, Alice’s brother. You hoped neither of them saw you with Raffy, who brought you over to the dance floor. His arm snaked around your waist, with your bodies coming close together again. The drugs coursing in your bloodstream made it hard to care if anyone saw you two. All judgment went out the window when Raffy kissed you again, deeply and tenderly. The only reason you parted was due to the heckling coming from his friends a few feet away. When he swiped a bottle of gin from nearby, he popped it open and tipped some into your mouth. You managed to swallow the burning alcohol, but some dribbled onto your chest. 

A thing Raffy had no trouble licking off you, grabbing your ass in the process. You giggled, shocked by the brazen act. 

You’d allowed yourself to get lost in the party. The lights blurred your vision. The music drowned out the sorrow and pain plaguing your mind. Nothing could hurt you behind your wall of substances. You drank more gin before passing it to Raffy, who took his own shot. As he drank, you glanced over to see Natalie watching you both. She shifted her eyes to Raffy, then furrowed her brow in confusion. You laughed and shrugged. Raffy turned your face to kiss you again, the pure alcohol flowing between the both of you. He bent to your ear and spoke. 

“You turn me on so fucking much,” he growled in your ear, giving your bottom another squeeze. “I can barely contain myself around you now.”

You glanced over his shoulder to see Daniel with Charlotte. With a drink in his hand, he watched you and Raffy enviously. You smirked knowingly. 

“You must’ve been a big fan of mine,” you quipped, hands on his shoulders, “To have so much evidence.” 

“Too big of a fan,” he replied, kissing your neck. “I should be embarrassed about it, honestly.”

“How come?”

“Because I wank off to you nearly every day…And now I get to fuck you every day too.” 

“Says who?

“Says me,” he replied. “I still have your stuff. I can send it whenever I want. So, if you want to make sure everyone keeps thinking you’re an angel, you’ll be a good pet and come home with me tonight.”

His words brought back the reality of the situation again. He basically owned you as long as he had the footage. If you refused him in any way, all he’d have to do is release content into the world. A feeling of helplessness came over you as he pulled you in for another kiss. You regretted ever letting this happen. You should let him post them, and be done with it. He already fingered you on the couch, so he cannot say he received nothing. Running your hands in his blond curls, you thought about how his hands felt on your body. Boys do not pay attention to you like this very often; they’re usually disgusted by you. When will you have another boy touching you this way? When is the next time you’ll be caressed and kissed? You should soak it in for all its worth at the moment. Having someone like Raffy absolutely craving you reminded you of Blossom, a desirable wanton creature from their fantasies. 

You continued dancing together, occasionally kissing as you gyrated together, before everyone went to the dining table where they sang happy birthday. Drinking a cocktail of rum, fruit punch and lime soda, your inhibitions became looser. Suddenly, you wanted Raffy. You didn’t care if he was a prick. You didn’t care if you’ll regret it in the morning. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there. If anything, you’ll blame the alcohol in the morning. No doubt he’ll do the same. Warmth spread through your body, and you forced yourself to eat to keep yourself from getting dizzy. 

The party raged on until the late hours of the night. By the time Raffy led you out of the house, a chauffeur waiting in a luxury car for him, you giggled from the fuzziness all over you. You slid into the backseat before him, shuddering with anticipation as he joined you. The partition between driver and passengers remained closed, so you only saw a black wall. 

“Now that we’re alone again,” Raffy slurred, not wasting a second in capturing your lips, “Come here."

 He kept his left hand on your jaw while the right lifted up your top over your chest. Your hands went up his stomach to his chest and then his shoulders, where you felt the lean muscles underneath your fingers. Your arousal ignited once more under the influence of alcohol and Raffy’s lips. Leaving his mouth, you left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his pale throat. He groaned softly at your lips marking spots on his neck and collarbone as his hands went to the clasp of your bra. You heard it unclasp, and fall away from you slightly. Under your shirt, Raffy felt both your tits gently like before. You kissed the top buttons of his shirt, which you popped open to reveal more of him. His smooth ivory chest made the perfect canvas for more hickies and bites. Raffy enjoyed each one, hissing and wincing at the particularly hard ones. Reaching the buckle of his jeans, you swiftly undid his fly to grab his cock from within. The limited space made the position a bit difficult but you've done it in smaller places. 

"Suck it," he huffed, small hips wiggling at the arousal building in his groin. "I want to feel the pretty mouth around my dick."

Withdrawing him fully, you slid your tongue across the very top of his dick. You did this a few times, a motion that made his thighs tense up, before sliding down his length. His cock grew harder the longer you teased him. You giggled softly when it twitched in your hand, almost as if moving away from the sensitivity. Chasing that down, you flicked your tongue along the thick under vein where blood pumped through him. You liked the look and feel of it. A white shaft topped with a reddening bulb looked utterly delicious to you. Raffy then moaned particularly loud when you inched his tip to your throat, the faint gagging sounds in the car. He gripped the back of the seat for support as you deepthroat him again. 

"Better than your toys, huh?" You couldn't see it, but you knew he’d smiled at this. 

"So much better," you said. Precum soon trickled out of his tip, spilling onto your tongue it wasn't unpleasant. You hummed in delight, tasting the sweet but salty substance. "I love sucking cock," you moaned, knowing guys love to hear that even if it's a lie. "So much."

"And now you're going to love sucking mine, Kitten," he groaned. 

You continued doing this until the car came to a halt. Quickly, you both straightened yourselves and stepped out right before someone opened the door. Neither of you acknowledged the driver, who'd let you out, since you were too distracted by one another. Raffy’s house remained in semi-darkness, with a low light coming from moonlight and lanterns on a porch outside. Not that this mattered. Raffy was all you could really see. Your sex pulsed and you whimpered when Raffy pushed you up against a wall right inside the foyer. His hands stayed on your hips, lips crashing into yours, as you felt his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. In a flick of his wrist, he unzipped the garment and loosened it enough for him to slide his hands inside. You unzipped his pants for the third time tonight, and lightly stroked his throbbing member. 

This propelled Raffy to lead you from the wall into a nearby lounge, where you hit the back of a sofa. You hastily removed the cardigan he'd originally worn to the party and unbuttoned his shirt. Not fully removing the shirt, you went back to groping any part of him you could while he untied the strings to your own jacket. His dick twitched in your hand once more, so you gave it a squeeze that had Raffy growling in your mouth. He grinded himself into your hand a few times as he lifted your shirt and bra over your chest. You moaned softly when his fingers found a nipple to pinch, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. 

"Bedroom?" You muttered between kisses, gripping his hair to keep his head where you wanted it. 

"Fuck yes," he breathed, chuckling drunkenly. 

Stairs are a drunk person's biggest obstacle. You and Raffy stumbled or tripped multiple times as you continued kissing and fondling your way up the stairs. At one point, you landed on him at the top, and felt nearly content to have him there. But no, staircases are too much of a challenge.

Raffy and you eventually made it to his bedroom, which was shrouded in utter darkness. He guided you into the room and shut the door behind him. Clothes immediately came off. The sounds of fabric hitting his bedroom floor were accompanied by the faint whines and whimpers you both let out. The moment he had you naked, Raffy pushed you onto his bed. Underneath, you felt a soft mattress and smooth covers. With a soft click, he turned on his bedside lamp. 

"Shit…" he said in a single breath, "Look at you…" 

No malice. No taunting. Pure amazement swirled in those blue eyes. In nothing but your panties, you felt wanted under his gaze. Raffy stared at you the way you imagined Blossom’s fans staring at her photos. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. You saw his cock standing at full attention between his thighs, and his chest heaving in every breath. Blond hair more tangled than usual from your hands, and lips swollen from rough kissing, he looked beautiful. You'll worry about the outcome of this in the morning. 

"Don't just stand there," you said, reaching for his wrist, "Come here."

You yanked onto the bed with you, and you immediately spread your legs to let him in. Stings of pleasure burned in your clit every time his shaft grinded into you. Your need became exponentially higher when his tip brushed your clit, the head spreading the folds apart for direct contact. You gripped at his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh as he continued this motion. His mouth on your nipple added more kindling to the passion burning inside you. 

Your desire held a vice-like grip on you, and only Raffy could break it. 

"Raffy, please," you whined into his ear, the way Blossom did in her videos. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

He grabbed you by the throat. Most inexperienced boys nearly strangle a girl when they try doing this "taboo" move, but not Raffy. Only his thumbs dug into the sides of your neck, while his palm simply pressed to the center. You liked it. The small bit of pressure kept you from breathing too deeply, yet not so much that you'd pass out. He forced you to look at him as he said:

"Call me 'Daddy'," he said, "Like you do in your videos. I like hearing you say it."

Ugh, so typical. But, it was the only way to get what you wanted. Maybe if you did this one favor, he'll delete his evidence and you'll be free. 

"Daddy," you called in your most innocent tone, "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I feel so tingly and hot down there."

He chuckled between gritted teeth. "Of course, Kitten."

Raffy separated from you to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He fiddled around in the area for a minute or so before climbing back onto you. You expected him to rip open the packet and slide it on, but he didn't. Instead, he kissed down your body to your center, where he gave your aching pussy a swift lick. Your knees trembled and you gripped his bed sheets as he continued lapping at your soaked clitoris. He wasn't hasty. He circled the tip of his tongue slowly up and around it, occasionally dipping lower to your entrance. Clearly, porn must've taught him a thing or two. Or maybe he's watched enough of your videos to know what made your back arch. Delighted hums escaped your chest and went into the air as he tortured you with his tongue. You didn't want him to stop despite the growing tenderness flickering in your clit. It dawned on you why girls hooked up with him despite his reputation. 

Finally, he came back up with the condom. Quickly, he rolled it on and then pressed to your pussy one more time. It was hell. You'd never let him know exactly how badly you needed him, but he knew. It was why he so carefully dragged himself across it before finally pushing inside. A rush of euphoric relief shocked you. You wrapped yourself around him immediately, his lanky body resting on top of yours as he rocked himself into you inch by inch. 

Your nails dragged your hands down his back, causing him to thrust into you harder. Soon, Raffy built up a steady rhythm that pushed right near your g-spot. It became unbearable. You swore it was an archer missing the target on purpose. Raffy kept his hips angled a certain way as to touch near it but not on it. You thought at first he must not be finding it, so you directed your hips to guide him there. But then you realized that he did it on purpose when you saw him firmly pin your hips down. 

"I decide where this goes, yeah?" He panted, going back to his pace as he knelt up. "You just lay there and take it how I give it to you."

"Daddy…" you cried out when he gave a particularly rough push. "Oh god, Daddy, please."

Holding your hips, he withdrew from you and rolled you over. Stronger than he looked, you thought. Raising your lower half up, you cried out with his swift push back inside you. He knew you liked this position. Being a fan, he must’ve known you liked taking it from behind. You loved being forced down, and slammed into by your lover until you both came. Raffy made it even better with sharp smacks to your ass. 

"Yes, yes," you panted, clutching his satin pillowcases, "Smack my ass. Smack it again."

So he did. He did it again, again, and again. You knew your bottom would hurt, but with the overwhelming sensations, it didn't matter. 

"Push back," he huffed after a while, "I want to watch you bounce on it-oh god."

You put yourself firmly in place and started rocking your hips. The view Raffy must have awed him. His grip on your waist became tighter as he watched your ass ripple and smack into his narrow hips. He didn't move while you worked, happy to stay kneeling and observing you. The sounds he made were sweet. Short, needy whimpers sometimes followed by soft groans joined your own. So, you alternated between fast and slow strokes to drag out those whiny moans of his. 

You then knelt up so your back hit his chest, giving him access to the front of you. His face immediately buried in your neck, kissing and licking there. 

"You feel so fucking good," he said in your ear, now bottoming up into you. "I knew it'd be the best pussy I ever had."

"Oh yeah?" You pushed onto his cock and stayed there with him buried deep in you. "I'm the best?"

"Yeah, you are," he grunted, palming and squeezing your breasts. "I spent so many hours watching this pussy take all sorts of toys and dildos, I knew it'd have such a good grip-Fuck, Y/N."

You started rutting against him out of nowhere. His cock now hitting the very center, you held onto his forearms as your orgasm snuck onto you. It rippled throughout your body and constricted every muscle until they burned. His own came with sloppy, erratic thrusts and him holding onto you tightly. You each rode out your climax together, trembling together until you collapsed onto his bed. Laying beside each other, neither of you said anything for a while. You did not know what to say; you're here because he'd expose Blossom if you did not.

"You're better than I expected," you laughed weakly, carefully stretching your burning thighs and legs. 

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" He asked, affronted but amused. 

"Guys like you don't know what they're doing when they get in bed," you answered. "You usually care about yourselves."

"I've had a lot of practice," he replied. He turned to you, "I think this is a good start to a wonderful thing, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" You asked cautiously. 

"You didn't think I'd only shag you once, did you?" When you stared in confusion, he continued, "I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw your first post. There's no way I'm only hitting this once," he grabbed your bare bottom and pecked your lips. 

"You can't do that," you reasoned, sitting up despite your tiredness. "That's…so fucked up, Raffy."

"Who says I can't? I didn't get these illegally. You're 18, so you're legal," he replied, sitting up with you. 

"Because it's wrong."

"It wasn't wrong when I was fucking you a few minutes ago," he smirked. "I didn't hear any complaints then."

"Whether I liked the sex or not isn't important," you retorted, "You're exploiting me. You're…Ugh, just delete the photos."

"No," he said confidently. "I've only just scratched the surface of all the things I want to do with you."

"What else could you possibly want?"

"As I told you, nothing too extreme." He scooted closer to you, hand on your thigh, "It's not as if you didn't enjoy it, right? There's nothing wrong with that. I know I definitely enjoyed myself tonight, especially since it's you, Kitten." At your stony expression, he said, "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone about it. It'll stay between us, if you want," he pecked your bare shoulder, then brought his sheets over both of you. "I'm not deleting them. Don't try unlocking my phone either because I have them elsewhere." 

You slid off the bed, wrapping the duvet around your body. Your disbelief turned into anger. He made you go through strenuous sex with him, for him to not only go through with his end of the bargain. You honestly should not be surprised. Guys like Raffy will seize any chance at free sex. He didn't stop you as you made your way to the door. Shutting it behind you, you stewed in your anger as you cleaned yourself up. You hated it. Yes, you'd liked the sex but not enough to let him continue extorting you. 

You felt so helpless. 

****

Raffy watched you leave into the bathroom, then reached for his phone. He stopped the recording, and then accessed it from his gallery. He skimmed through the video to the end, where he and you spoke. He cropped it out. His friends didn't need to know what he held over your head. They only needed evidence. He then added the one from the car, and Archie's sitting room. You looked divine to him. 

Raffy: bagged the fattie tonight! Worth it! 

He waited for them to respond. He put on the first video, content with watching how you slowly unraveled for him. You must be desperate for sex if you let him have it so easily. Not that he blamed you. Lots of girls fell for his charms in the end. He would've thought there was something wrong with you if you'd said 'no'. He watched the way your breasts spilled from your top, and how sensitive they were to his mouth. He'd loved sucking on them alone. But, the best part was your orgasm. Raffy could watch you orgasm over and over and never tire of it. 

Kojo: yooo you did?? LMAO

Nav: Hope you're not hurting too bad hahaha

Kyle: and your bed is still intact lmao 

He attached the video and sent it into the chat. Honestly, you aren't as large as they say. He certainly handled you without issue. He liked all the soft rolls and curves he could hold onto. They didn't understand because they never broaden their minds in the world of sexual pleasure. Next to him, tucked away inside his dresser are all the sex books he'd bought over the years. He spent time studying the female body and sex just to be the best. Girls don't come back if you're shit in bed. He would have you more than once, certainly. Raffy sat back against his pillows, the glow of his orgasm still lingering inside him. He heard the shower inside turn on. He considered joining you, simply to hold you in his arms for a while. 

Raffy: And that's only half the action boys! She gave me a handy at the party and head in the car.

The best he's ever had. He remembered being stuck in a place between reality and utter bliss the entire time. From the moment he felt you cum around his fingers, he couldn't satiate his appetite. Normally, he can contain himself with girls. They didn't like it if he pushed or acted too forward, but not you. He's sure you did this because of the blackmail, but he knew you enjoyed it. You came so much and so hard on him that your juices spread onto his balls. Your pussy gripped him in a way that he thought he might lose all sense. You could have asked him for his car keys, and he would've handed them over. How can you expect him to give it up so easily?

Nav: FUCK SHE'S HOT!! 🤩🤩

Kojo: Bruv, I take back everything I said about her. Look at them tits, man! I'm in love 😍

Nav: she knows her way around a cock for sure 

Archie: Can I have a turn??

Raffy: she's too much woman for you Chubs

Archie: I'm bigger than you. I could handle her.

Kyle: He's not wrong. You're a twig, mate. 

Raffy: I like to think I'm more of a branch than a twig. 

Raffy watched the car video, where he held the phone to show you choking on his length. You'd kept him walking around the edge the entire time. He might ask you to suck him off again only so he could feel your mouth and tongue. Some of Raffy’s favorite videos were the blowjob POVs. 

Kojo: just noticed she's wearing stockings. 

Nav: love that 😍

Kojo: yo let us come over for a turn, yeah? 🤣

Raffy: as if 

The shower turned off. You could use whatever you liked in his bathroom. He pictured you coming out, dripping wet and batting your lashes, telling him you can't find a towel. He'd offer to dry you himself, just to make sure you're dry, and it leads to a second round inside your gorgeous body. But instead, you came out dry with his duvet wrapped around you again. It'll have your scent on it now. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in it. 

"I've decided to go along with your bullshit exploitation," you said, arms crossed. "For now," you added quickly. 

"Okay," he snorted as if he needed your permission in the first place. 

Kyle: I reckon that's a whopping 300 points

Kojo: lucky fucker

He put his phone down and pulled the sheets down next to him. "Stay with me," he said, patting the bed. "I like having you here."

"Your parents won't care that a girl stayed over?"

"They're in Paris."

Or so said their last message. Raffy didn't want to think about them right now. 

When you did not come to him, he went to you. Cupping your face, he placed gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. He kept kissing you until he lured you into the bed with him, letting you straddle him. Nav was wrong. Your weight did not hurt him at all; he liked it. It was similar to a restraint, light and with a bit of wiggle room. He pulled the covers over you again, and you two spent the night kissing and fondling until you drifted to sleep. 

He slept like a baby. 

****

a/n: Hey, I hoped you all liked this one. It’s my first ty tennant fic so I’m not sure if it’s any good lol Thanks for reading 

[whenyoucallmelover]

everything i read this month! ✷

i didn’t think i read much this month, but it appears i was wrong…not that i’m complaining! there were so many hits that i read in the past few weeks, and i hope you find some fics that you haven’t read & you enjoy them! (sorry i missed the 28th, i was ill! i hate being late grr!)

── one part, under 10k words:

🍊 Quite the Pickle, @lululawrence (1.4k) *harry/louis/nick grimshawtags; meet cute, polyamory, crack, mpreg, established harry/louis

🍊 June, @neondiamond (1.7k) tags; established relationship, domestic fluff, adoption, parenthood

🍊 Livin' In A Daydream, @lululawrence (3k) tags; getting together, roommates, humor, friends to lovers, misunderstandings

🍊 The World Will Open Its Arms, @lululawrence (4k) tags; a/b/o, unbonded pregnancy, meet cute, diners, strangers to lovers, fluff

🍊 Together We're the Greatest, @hellolovers13 (4k) tags; dystopia, getting back together, angst, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, happy ending, tw: blood/gore

🍊 you're in the kitchen humming, @guccistrawberries (6k) tags; a/b/o, momrry, surgeon harry, parenthood, domestic fluff, nesting, tw: brief panic/anxiety

🍊 Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages), @insightfulinsomniac (7k) tags; college/university, fluff and smut, friends to lovers, awkwardness, tandem showers!

🍊 i still wanna dance with you, @justanothershadeofblue (7k) tags; 1970s, high school au, friends to lovers, self-acceptance, tw: period-typical homophobia, internalized homophobia, non-graphic scene of child abuse *favorite of the month!

🍊 like sun on the rise, @disgruntledkittenface (8k) *grylestags; girl direction (and nick), past lives, general astrology/witchcraft/aura ~stuff~, meet cute, butch nick, femme harry, (but bottom nick and top harry! we love!)

🍊 Makes Me Feel Alive, @itsnotreal (8k)  tags; tattoo artist louis, baker harry, banter, fluff and smut, harry has a pain kink

over 10k words.

🍊 Whatever Floats Your Boat, @the-larry-way (25k) tags; fake/pretend relationship, vacation, cruise, idiots in love, healthy communication

🍊 Cut to The Feeling, @pocketsunshineharry (16k) tags; fluff and smut, neighbors, misunderstandings, ghostwriter louis, firefighter harry, harry has a dog 

multi-part.

🍊 love me again, @xprincessparkmanorx (7/7, 9k) tags; canon compliant, friends to lovers, reuniting after drifting apart, post-hiatus

🍊 High-End Fancy, @thinlinez (2/2, 15k) tags; a/b/o, miscommunications, jealousy, hidden relationships, models harry & louis, fluff and angst, tw: age difference (25 & 31)

🍊 Treat You Like A Gentleman, @justanothershadeofblue (6/6, 12k) tags; 5+1, neighbors to lovers, bad dates, endgame louis/harry, bisexual character

smut.

🍊 With the Bomb Lighting, @letthemusicmoveyou28 (4k) tags; accidental voyeurism, phone/zoom sex, mutual masturbation, singer harry, journalist louis

🍊 Shame the Schlong, @larry-hiatus (5k) tags; canon compliant, bdsm, sub harry/dom louis, versatile harry/louis, public(ish?) humiliation, daddy kink, crying

🍊 Lacy Little Secret, @itsnotreal (6k) tags; porn with plot, strangers to lovers, lingerie, embarrassment kink, degradation, daddy kink

don’t forget to leave a comment and kudos for the authors & reblog their fic posts! ･ﾟ*｡･

[neowinestainedress]

© neowinestaindress; all rights reserved. do NOT repost, modify, or translate any work from this blog on any other platform and claim it as yours. you can find my works on ao3 (neowinestaindress) and wattpad (winestaintedress_; currently inactive).

LONG FICS

under summer sky ; 10k — poly johnjaetaeyu [s] — a stressful week of work leads johnny, yuta, taeyong and their girlfriend to have some fun. But Jaehyun doesn’t like to be left out at all, especially when he had been working all day, so when he finds out what happened a hot night of passion takes place under the summer sky of London. 

wrapped in red ; 15k — poly johnjaetaeyu ficmas [s] [f] — Johnny and Jaehyun have been far from home for a month now. And the distance starts to feel unbearable when they announce to the others that they won’t make it home before Christmas Eve. But little do they know that to make up for the lost time, a lot of unexpected gifts are waiting for them at home. They’re probably not going to make them end up on the good list, but they’re surely going to give them a good time. 

la dolce vita ; 16k — poly johnjaetaeyu sub!jaehyun [s] [f] — Jaehyun had a plan; a romantic night together during their romantic summer trip to Procida… but the night took a wild, unexpected, turn. Or where Jade’s dream finally comes true.

State of grace ; 12k — part of the “loving him was red” series — Happy endings are only for the heroes of stories, the brokenhearted. Heartbreakers rarely find happiness in the last pages of their book. But life’s unexpected, and it happens that sinners and heartbreakers might get their happy endings. She never expected to find love, she never tried to make it happen, especially with the person she could barely stand, but when Johnny came around and her armor fell, there was nothing else she could do.

rock, paper, scissors ; 11k — johnjaenomin fivesome [s] — five friends rent a house together for a few weeks to enjoy summer like they used to do when they were younger, thinking that nothing could change their friendship. But teasing leads to pent-up tension and tension leads to problems. Problems that can’t be fixed by playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ like when they were young.

can you handle it? ; 12k — johnjaenomin fivesome part 2 [s] — Johnny drags her wildest fantasies out of her mouth, or to be more precise, out of her phone. But can she handle it?

into the woods ; 11k — inferno event | werewolves (feat kun, jaehyun, jeno, yangyang) [s]  — ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

sweet deception ; 19k — inferno event | x reader | various monsters, multiple members [s] — on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

any time, any place ; 9k — poly johnjaetaeyu smutmas | free use [s] — the hectic rhythm before the holidays is stressful, but nothing that a lot of sex can’t fix.

push and pull ; 5k — poly johnjaetaeyu smutmas | power play [s] — fighting for dominance with johnny is not a smart idea, jade knows, but she doesn’t seem to care.

between us ; 16k — mxfxf [s] — you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

do you want to play a game, detective? ; 10k — ghostface/scream!au [s] — in these past months your only goal is to find the killer that is terrorizing the town of Woodsboro, but when you get close to him and feel like you finally have the upper hand, Ghostface turns the game around again. Or, Ghostface wants to play with you but not like he does with his victims, and you let him.

SERIES

all’s well that ends well to end up with you (you don't need to read this to read the other poly johnjaetaeyou one shots) ixora , 27k — jaehyun + johnny [s] [f] [a] — it was supposed to be just a fun night together. It was never supposed to end like this. daffodil ; 33k — jaehyun + johnny + taeyong [s] [f] [a] — sometimes it takes a miracle to bring light into somebody’s life, but other times it only takes three amazing strangers to show that love is not as terrifying as it seems and that somewhere on earth there’s a place to call home. And surprisingly, home can be found in the arms of the people you never expected to fall in love with. anemone ; 39k — jaehyun + johnny + taeyong + yuta [s] [f] [a] — good things start coming, new starts, new possibilities, and it looks like the sun never shined so much in the sky. But the sun sets even in paradise. tulip ; 65k — jaehyun + johnny + taeyong + yuta [s] [f] [a] — putting back what’s broken is not easy, but with time, love and patience, you can mend the wounds, and find out that no night is too dark if you have your stars shining on you. After everything, all’s well that ends well. 

DRABBLES

size kink — requested | x reader [s]

subspace — requested | x reader [s]

car sex — requested | x reader [s]

BLURBS / HARD HOURS

₊‧.°.⋆˚₊‧⋆. fireplace ashes ₊‧.°.⋆˚₊‧⋆.

[iamayansarkar]

What happened to Redmi K series in India & POCO F Series??

This blog was originally available on Revue (by Twitter) & was written back in June, 2022 before the launch of Redmi K50i,

As the Revue is getting discontinued, I am making this interesting thread available on Tumblr,

I have tried some alternative platforms to continue my blogs & finally decided to do that on Tumblr. This will be the place, where I will share the details which I can't share on any Community

My Twitter handle will be my primary platform to communicate with everyone & everything that I would do in other platforms will be shared to there.

Many of you must be wondering what Redmi is doing like literally after Redmi K20 Series launch in 2019, they are going to bring back Redmi K series as Redmi K50i in 2022 in India (it’s the renamed version of Redmi Note 11T Pro for India) & why POCO is rebranding original Redmi K phones under POCO F series, right?

Give me a chance, I am explaining what has actually happened in past few years. If you found this article useful, informative & interesting then please share to your friends & family members who might be interested in this.

Why this has happened?

Xiaomi's thinking of flagship market in India: -

Redmi in India always had the plans to bring the successor of Redmi K20 Pro in India, as POCO had for POCO F1’s successor as in form of POCO F2 originally in 2019 (yes, you read it right) In Q1, 2020, we had the Covid outbreak throughout the country. Redmi K30 4G was introduced to India as POCO X2 for POCO’s comeback.

POCO F2 was originally planned

Long before, people had asked the Xiaomi team to bring flagships to Indian market. This had happened till Mi 5. But Xiaomi India wanted to focus on majority share of Indian Smartphone market which is in budget segment (>₹5k - ₹15k), so they established the identity of “M-I” as budget friendly brand & missed the great opportunity for flagship competition with OnePlus in India. 

Observing people’s request for flagships priced at aggressive pricing Mi MIX 2 was introduced. But this didn’t set that great impact on the Indian industry. And for this Xiaomi India didn’t bring that much flagships till 2018, later in 2020 with the introduction of Mi 10 in Indian market, this thing got changed.

In 2018, to change the scenario POCO brand was introduced. F1 did that what we all know. Looking at the success of POCO F1, Xiaomi decided to do the same on with Redmi. So, they introduced Redmi as their 2nd sub brand after POCO during the launch event of Redmi Note 7 series in Q1 2019. (Source)

POCO was the reason for the birth of Redmi K

Redmi K series was introduced to walk on the same path of POCO F1. Few guys still don’t know that how “K20” word came up. This actually made up from “Flagship Killer 2.0”. 

POCO's point of view on this: -

Many people must not know that POCO F2 was a thing. Yes, it was planned to be launched back in 2019 in its original form. This was scheduled to happen just after Redmi K20 series India launch/ Mi 9T series global launch. After this device got launched to Global markets, few days later this was planned to be launched as Redmi K20S for Chinese market. But, very sadly this plan was cancelled. If this had happened, we shouldn’t be seeing POCO to be called as “rebranding brand”. We may have seen the alter reality.

I have covered POCO F2 in POCO Community India (Here’s the link of that thread, I have shared the details in here), and after getting the invitation for the beta testing of it, my first ever thread was on POCO F2 (by this I think you guys can get an idea how I am emotionally attached to POCO, I even had made this silly Tweet once, now don’t take this Tweet seriously 🙈🙈)

POCO F2 Black variant Prototype

POCO F2 Green Variant Prototype

POCO was also determined to re-enter the Indian & Global smartphone market.

Redmi in India always had the plans to bring the successor of Redmi K20 Pro in India. In Q1, 2020, we had the Covid outbreak throughout the country. Redmi K30 4G was introduced to India as POCO X2 for POCO’s comeback. 

You guys must know that Redmi K30 Pro came to global markets as the POCO F2 Pro. But this wasn’t planned for Indian market. C Manmohan had said POCO F2 Pro won’t be coming to India & this won’t be POCO F1’s successor. (This is the source article confirming my statement. In this article you will see that C Manmohan had addressed this on an interview with Amit Bhawani.)

During a fan meet-up at this same time, Manu Kumar Jain had said that Redmi K30 Pro was coming to India as Redmi K30 Pro only. The source of this statement is from Techno Ruhez’s Tech news (at that time I didn’t know about Mi FCs & that the people in these FCs get chance to meet/ talk with Xiaomi officials, so after knowing this I joined the Mi FC Kolkata Telegram group actually🙈🙈. And during this time like a normal fellow, I used to watch Tech Youtuber’s contents daily)

Redmi K30 Pro was coming to India as Redmi K30 Pro only

But, as the Covid situations got worse & the lockdowns got extended, launching a ₹40K phone right after Mi 10 was big gamble for them.

In an online meeting on Zoom, Manu Kumar Jain was talking about Redmi K30 Pro (Screenshot taken from YouTube)

At this time, many people came to online (who weren’t that much active on internet before), online classes, job meetings, more OTT contents consumption happened like never before. So, people preferred budget smartphones for this & it’s the same reason why Android Tablets are back again in the market.

So, observing the industry needs of that, Redmi K30 Pro was dropped for Indian market. Maybe Redmi K30 5G/ Redmi K30i could have been in their plans to bring as non pro version of Redmi K30 Pro in India, I don’t know about this.

Redmi K30 Series was planned to be launched for India

Even Mi Note 10, Note 10 Lite were in their plans for bringing in the Indian market, but this decision was also dropped.

They focused on budget Redmi 9 series & Note 9 series for the demand of public back in that time (and Mi Community India ban also happened by this).

Later Mi 10T series was brought to Indian market as to provide the essence of budget flagship (but it lacked Amoled for which it didn’t receive well response)

In the meantime, POCO originally had the plans to bring F1’s successor to India, introduce M series right after X2’s launch. But, Covid + Lockdown hit their plans. It’s believed that they had the plans for recreating POCO F2 for India. Redmi K30 Ultra was planned to be brought as the “POCO F2”.

But after observing the situation which wasn’t right in that moment, the plan was again dropped. Their main focus was to work on their biggest product for 2020 “POCO X3”. This is why C series was introduced. As the C series was introduced in the 3rd Generation, that’s why it has “POCO C3” naming. (If you guys follow me on Twitter, then you guys should have seen that I have explained their nomenclature & recently discussed about the updated naming scheme in their 4th Generation, I’m sharing the link of that Twitter thread)

C series wasn’t planned in the first place

The things we started seeing from 2021: -

In early February 2021, Redmi K40 series was launched in mainland China. In March 2021, Redmi India introduced Redmi Note 10 Series Globally.

In this year, Xiaomi India had planned to differentiate their products in Xiaomi & Redmi brands.

I can still remember that we had been invited in the “Redmi Note 10 Series Indian launch Event Watch Party” which was happening on over a Zoom Call arranged by Gitansh Anand Sir.

After the Launch Event was done & all of us went wild after watching the prices of Redmi Note 10, Note 10 Pro, Note 10 Pro Max, a Q&A Session on these products was arranged with Raghu Reddy Sir (Ex CBO, Xiaomi India). In that session we were given a hint that “Redmi K40 Series was coming to India”.

Later you all know that Redmi K40 became POCO F3 for Global & Mi 11X for Indian market and Redmi K40 Pro+ became Mi 11i for Global & Mi 11X Pro for Indian market.

Finally, Redmi K40 Gaming got launched in Chinese market & this came to Indian market as POCO F3 GT.

Why rebranding happened?

From 4th generation of K series, Redmi made it as budget flagship with aggressive price point. Since in global markets the og “Xiaomi” phones & various accessories do sell well, that’s why og Xiaomi products work in global markets.

POCO Global introduced F3 as almost at the same price of Pocophone F1, they were able to utilise that opportunity. And POCO India had brought POCO X3 Pro as the successor to POCO F1, but to redefine POCO F, they needed to go with K40G as POCO F3 GT.

In other hand, Indian smartphone Industry has the mammoth share of market in “₹7k - ₹15K”, the >₹20K market has slightly evolved & people who were buying flagships were directly preferring phones >₹40K. Phones at ~₹50k were placed as flagships by Oneplus (iQOO wasn’t in the competition before this). If one was going up >₹55K, then people were preferring Samsung Galaxy S in Android & Apple iphones.

So, bringing actual Xiaomi branded Mi 11, Mi 11 Pro was like a gamble which Xiaomi India understood with Mi 10. So, budget flagships with aggressive pricing were their choice to go with. That’s why, Mi 11X series happened.

This is why we are watching og Redmi products in Indian market with either Xiaomi or POCO branding nowadays.

And for Global markets POCO is launching the Redmi Products with their customizations to bring in aggressive pricing.

POCO-Redmi was planned with POCO F2 - Redmi K20S from 2019

This is why we have now POCO F4 series.

Return of Redmi K in India: -

I have said in this blog that, Redmi India has always tried to bring the K series back to Indian market. But since, Redmi K series is flagship offering from “Redmi” brand, now Redmi in India can’t put the K in their desirable price point, this can become too much expensive & a crazy gamble in 2021 right after lockdowns of 2020.

So, finally in 2022 the Redmi K is coming back to India in the form of “Redmi K5Oi”. Here “i” stands for “India”, i.e., “i = For India”.

Well, this is an unreleased product at the time of my writing, so I should not be talking about it that much, but I can assure that in that price segment where it’s coming in, will be the “most powerfull smartphone” and gamer’s delight. For your kind information Redmi Note 11T Pro which is launched in Global markets as POCO X4 GT & this is coming as Redmi K50i in India.

This was also planned to be launched as POCO X4 GT in India as the successor to POCO X3 Pro’s performance icon, but Redmi needed this device to reboot K series for India.

Hope that you guys liked my blog & understand what has happened in past 3-4 years with POCO F & Redmi K. I also hope that you have understood why this happened. I tried my best to make this in simple language with interesting & informative presentation.

I have one request, if you guys liked & found this blog as helpful, please share this to your friends & family members who are also interested in Xiaomi & POCO.

I personally want all Xiaomi & POCO Fans to know about this Globally. I have explained those topics which used to be unknown/ not understandable to most of the people. Hope that everyone read this blog.

[weelectronicstudentreviewstuff]

OnePlus Phone Under 15000? Report Says OnePlus Clover Will Launch With 6.5-in Display, SD 460

OnePlus Phone Under 15000? Report Says OnePlus Clover Will Launch With 6.5-in Display, SD 460

OnePlus Clover budget smartphone is apparently not a mere rumour. According to a report by Android Central, OnePlus is indeed working on a budget smartphone, which will be launched in the coming months. It also reveals an exhaustive set of specifications that OnePlus’ budget smartphone may come with, and most importantly, makes a very interesting pricing claim. According to the rumour, the…

[neopuppy]

Dumb Dumb (M)

Preview: Life had been moving smoothly. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.

That was until the day you met Johnny.

Johnny Suh. The first book cover you wished to not have judged so quickly. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.

Pairing: single dad Johnny x female reader

Word Count: 15k+

Genre: dilf AU with a twist, daddy issues, pwp, aged up Johnny(35), reader is younger/legal, M/F, mild angst-happy ending, this gets very filthy

Smut Warning: dom/sub relationship(no negotiation), nicknames, daddy kink, size kink, strength kink, spanking, mild degradation, handcuffs, sex toy use, rough oral, fingering, biting, a lot of drool, rimming, anal, subspace, breeding, cock warming, aftercare, 💘johnny💘

Daddy ASF collaboration | masterlist

a/n: plot partially inspired by Ghost World, but this is really nothing similar to that story.

Whether it be pure boredom or depression, you had no excuse for your shit behavior. Ultimately being a ‘good’ person was opinion based. That’s what you repeated to yourself whenever your moral conscience kicked in. Shoving aside whatever common sense you should have by now.

You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover either. You also shouldn’t base opinions off of anyone’s appearance. You should have some depth, a shallow inside will gain you nothing.

Not that you cared.

Advice heard from various lips throughout your life. Strangers, friends, family. Who cares what they think anyway.

Your mother was one of the first to call you an ‘ungrateful brat’ after you’d lovingly referred to her new boyfriend as a ‘fucking monster’. As much as it stung at first, words only made you grow hard with time. More difficult to deal with, losing the last bits of emotional depth you’d carried from naive childhood.

Life had become an empty journey. Waking up only to continue an act of survival. Amusing yourself with petty childish tricks and games. It had been a fine coping mechanism. Enough to get by, using new ways to pick on others to distract from any negative thoughts.

Life had been moving smoothly for the most part otherwise. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.

That was until the day you met Johnny.

Johnny Suh. A man who made you wish you had listened up whenever being scolded. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.

Desperately seeking a connection: I can’t believe I am doing this right now but..yesterday I ran into you at the grocery store. I was the tall bookish fella wearing a knitted brown cardigan.

You were the beautiful striking brunette searching through a recipe on your phone. We bumped into each other and your jaw dropped in awe of my height. I could be all wrong but I felt something? Perhaps it was just me, but I would love to take you out sometime and get to know each other. Maybe we could cook up a new recipe together. If you happen to see this my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Johnny, your aisle prince able to reach for ingredients on the top shelf.

“Aisle prince? More like a pathetic loser.” You laugh to your friend. Folding the newspaper in half after reciting the personal ads of the day. “A brown knit cardigan? The only connection she was probably feeling was static.”

“He sounds like a real winner.” Your friend rolls her eyes. Her fingers tap along the moist glass containing a half melted milkshake. Having forced her to try out a new diner in your small town. Grand openings are rare in a place full of mom and pop shops. She was annoyed enough as is, mentioning something about job applications.

“What if I…” you smile mischievously, swiping open your phone. Newspaper rustling in your other hand as you shake it open to find the ad again. Beginning to type the phone number this Johnny had added in all too excited. Phone snatched from your hold before you can finish.

“What are you doing?!” She gasps, locking the device. Her brows scrunching together half annoyed, half in disbelief.

“Calling this dude up.” You scoff as if it’s so obvious. Adding more feminine pitch to your voice. “Get this losers hopes up that his long lost soulmate somehow stumbled upon this pathetic ad. It’s me, your grocery aisle princess, come to claim my throne.”

“Why?” She rolls her eyes letting you steal your phone back with no fight.

“Can’t you tell?” You fake shock, deadpanning within a second. “I’m bored.”

“Great, that’s just great.” She scoffs. Snapping fingers at a waiter with a curly haired mullet. “Check! Please!”

“Shhh!” You shove her hand down, waving the waiter off. “It’s ringing!”

“Hang up!” She hisses. Swatting her grubby hands away, you take a deep breath preparing to pounce.

“Hello?” A gentle deep voice halts your tiff. Choking on a wad of saliva as you shoot up straight. Raising your index finger to shush your friend, you breathe out softly.

“Hello? My grocery aisle prince? Is that you my darling?” You respond with a honey laced tone. Wanting the man on the other end to picture a dainty brunette, twirling hair around a finger like some brainless bimbo.

“I— excuse me? Oh!” He sounds gleeful, full of life. Exuberant in comparison to the soft way he answered. “Oh gosh. My striking brunette?”

His laugh resounds throughout your phone's speaker. It’s silly, damn near pathetic. Pacing yourself to match his excitement, you compliment him for the ad.

“It must be fate, my prince charming finally found me.” You let out a dreamy sigh. Pinching your friend after she slaps at your arm, mouthing to ‘hang up’. “Gosh! I’d love to meet with you today. Are you perhaps free right now? Maybe we could catch a meal together. There’s a new diner just opened downtown, I'm dying to try!”

“I just received a flyer for that spot the other day. Hmm.” Rustling follows, he falls silent for a minute. “My daughters on a playdate for the evening. It must be fate, my schedule is even clear tonight. I’d too love to spend some time getting to know each other, maybe over a cup of coffee?”

“That sounds lovely Johnny. Meet you there in an hour?” You beam, rolling your eyes. He agrees, ending the call with a ‘can’t wait to see you’.

It takes no more than an hour for the bells above the entrance to chime. Having to double take when a man ducks his way inside.

“Oh my God, that must be him.” You whisper. Slinking lower into the booth as you peer at a tall man step inside with hesitation.

A brown cardigan hung lamely on his broad shoulders. Faded and tattered from years of wear. His hair is straight, stopping just mid-neck. He’s stood there awkwardly for a bit, glancing around the diner. Pushing at the center of the glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose.

He’s squinting for about a minute, pretending to focus on the menu between flittering his gaze around for a familiar face. Peeping at his watch, he walks to the counter.

“He looks..” you trail off. Strands of hair fall around his face as he reads over the menu up close. His mouth tweaks side to side hollowing out the skin under his cheekbones. Further jutted out pronouncing how angular his face is. He’s not what you would expect from the personal ad at all.

“He looks like any random desperate single dad.” Your friend continues for you. Her lips purse, nose scrunching as if she’s annoyed. Annoyed that you dragged her into another one of these immature ventures. “He could be your dad.”

“That’s not funny.” You hiss. Scooting near the edge of the booth to take in the rest of his appearance. Faded ill-fitting corduroy slacks, visible brown socks to match his cardigan…patterned with some orange and creme design, loafers scuffed up at the toe. This guys helpless..

“Stare any harder and he’ll get suspicious you know.” Your friend grips you elbow, hauling you closer to her side of the booth. Opening up a compact mirror to get a good sneaking visual on your target. “He’s ordering.”

“A vanilla milkshake..” you snort. The waiter sets down a foamy caloric sugary concoction before him. Johnny stirring the cream on top with the end of a straw. He looks around again, hunching down to lick it off. “Who in their right mind orders a vanilla milkshake?”

“This is so cruel.” Your friend pipes up after 40 minutes have gone by. Johnny never sips at his drink. He more so plays with it, scooping small bits to lick off the straw until it's melted too much.

“How long do you think he’ll sit there?” You ponder out loud. Grateful you’d remembered to block your number as he picks up his phone, more disappointed each time.

“Don’t know but I can’t hang around to find out.” Your friend moves to stand. Shoving the newspaper at your chest. “Promise me you’ll at least look at the job listings? We need to put down a deposit on a place before summer ends.”

“Yeah yeah.” You sigh tired of this subject, waving goodbye. Job this, job that. All this whining just to move 5 miles away, because ‘we’re adults now, you can’t seriously expect any privacy living with your mom still.’ Whatever.

You ask for another refill on your lemonade, the waiters brow growing heavy. Looking at you and then the giant clock hung on the wall. Your brow lifts his direction, sipping at your drink with a daring look. As if he’d say anything.

Johnny finally gives up by hour three. One long sip through his straw to finish off what his milkshake has become.

Standing up with a stretch, cracking his neck side to side. A wound tight fist clenched by his hip bounces off a pocket that jingles. Probably carrying car keys, change or something.

With your face ducked hiding half behind a row of empty glasses, you watch him walk out. Defeated in many ways. As if he just sat berating himself for the past few hours.

Broken people always intrigued you. Wondering to yourself how dedicated he could be to this facade. What made him tick, what hurt him the most. How he held out even longer than an hour, his pride had to be nonexistent.

You make your exit, glaring at the waiter who clearly just wanted this shift to end. Newspaper snuggly fitted under your arm.

—————————————————-

Johnny sitting alone at the diner counter weighed on your mind heavily the next day. Waking up, stirring honey in your tea as flashes of brown yarny fabric itched at the backs of your eyes.

It’s not that you felt bad, no not that..

Even after a long hot shower, spending extra time rinsing your skin until it feels tender and raw, the image of him sucking down the last bits of milkshake tapped at your skull.

Perhaps it was guilt more than anything? To witness the hope drain from his cheeks. Optimism crushed the longer he sat there. Neck craning toward the opening entrance less and less.

The clear grit of his teeth as he pushed away from the counter. Furiously filled out the receipt for the one vanilla milkshake he nursed over the span of three hours.

Cheeks twitched at the corners of his mouth, concealing a sigh. A painting of melancholy, yearning for more. The memory burrowed between your breasts, pestering you to rectify the situation you’d created.

Mumbling to yourself ‘I don’t care’, you reach for the paper. Curious to read his message again. Repeat the words over and over. Design a personality for this Johnny guy.

With a lick at your index finger, you flip open the paper, distracted by the job ads your friend had circled through. No doubt she intended for you to see them

Babysitter needed:

Summertime babysitter needed for my 7 year old daughter. Must be available to work Monday-Friday from 8 am to 4 pm. Pay starting at $15 hourly but willing to negotiate.

Please reach me at xxx-xxx-xxxx if interested in applying -Johnny Suh

Johnny Suh? The phone number matches the one sitting in your recent call history. Man, this Johnny guy needs to meet the worldwide web.

Although, your friend was bitching about how you needed to look for a job if you planned to live with her next semester..

A dial tone blares from your phone before you realize, snapping you back to reality.

“Hello?”

It’s him. The same voice repeated in your mind for the past 24 hours, like a song you couldn’t find the will to skip. Each word engraving itself repeatedly. You’d recognize it by the sound of his breath alone.

Clearing your throat, you sit up pressing the phone to your ear. Remembering to not alter your voice in any way- “Hi! I..I saw your ad, for a babysitter! Johnny Suh?”

“Oh! Yes, that’s me. Hello! Perfect timing, I just began interviews today actually. I’m sort of in a crunch for time.”

“That’s great! I’d love to uhm, do that!” You smack your forehead too hard. Sounding over eager enough to feel queasy, maybe due to the mysterious voice passing through your phone line.

Johnny covered a few more questions, setting up a time for you to come by tomorrow along with his address. God, you’d be in his house…what the hell were you doing.

“Does that sound good?” He asks. Nodding your head until he hums, still waiting.

“No yea, that’s— that’s perfect.” You swallow dryly. Clenching your buttcheeks nervously. How stupid could you be? Very.

“Great! I will be seeing you then.” Johnny sounds pleasant. Wishing you a great day before hanging up.

Tomorrow..

Your eyes dart over the address scribbled on the notepad in front of you. Why wait for tomorrow? Would it be so wrong to go scope out where he lives ahead of time? Possibly catch a glimpse of him?

He’d be none the wiser..

—————————————————-

It’s not hard to spot Johnny once you’ve parked across the street from his house. Far enough to go unnoticed, just close enough to catch a glimpse of him stepping out in that same brown cardigan he’d worn to the diner. He’s not alone this time, slouching down on one side as he walks along the sidewalk to a small park nearby.

A little girl with two expertly braided pigtails skips next to him. Her small fingers intertwined around two of his, keeping up with the mans pace easily as she took two steps with each skip to avoid the cracks on the ground.

This close up everything about him screamed lonesome single dad as you watched him approach the park. His mouth moved instructing the child to stay within an area where he could see her. Taking a seat on an emptied bench nearby, he pulls out a book from his pocket. Ankle crossed over his thigh as he settles down.

Denial buzzed around your thoughts. Grasping at emptiness for a logical explanation as to why you sat here watching Johnny finishing off what looks like three chapters. Occasionally pausing to wave at his daughter and offer her water.

There was something to the way Johnny sat there hunched over. Removing his glasses and cleaning them off with his cardigan. Shaking his hair away whenever the light early summer breeze blew it to obscure his vision.

The longer you sat observing him, the more you imagined walking over to sit by his side. Silently enjoy his company as the sun goes down.

—————————————————-

The roots of Johnny’s medium toned brown hair show signs of greying. Shorter strands stand straight manipulated by static. Without his glasses on, the lines around the corners of his eyes are amplified. Creasing as he smiles at you from across. Folding his hands on the table, he speaks with a pacifying vocal tone. One you’d use to communicate with a child.

“So, why babysitting?” Johnny straightens up in the cushioned dining room seat. Beginning the interview in a minimalistic, yet expensive looking dining room. Your throat dried up from the moment he’d greeted you at the door and brought you inside to begin discussing the babysitting job.

“I love kids!” You lie a bit too enthusiastically, unfamiliar with how most children even behave. The last time you’d interacted with kids was middle school..when you were also a child. “and I need to save up some money before college starts back up. I’m moving out with a friend soon to live closer to campus. I think this could really be my calling..for now.”

Johnny snorts softly at your answer. Charmed by your honesty. Jotting down notes quietly, making your legs shake against each other nervously.

“I’m teaching summer classes. Typically my daughter, Aera, is in school while I work. I’m rushing around a bit right now to find her a sitter and most of the candidates haven’t had an open schedule. Everything seems to check out with you though.” He takes a look over the resume you spent last night typing up. Including the information of referrals he’d asked for.

Johnny nods scanning your accolades. “Would you be able to work Monday through Friday? Usually 8am until 4pm, but my days can turn hectic easily. You may need to stay longer hours.”

“I think that’s perfect actually!” You nod eagerly. Johnny standing up and asking you to come with him to the living room.

“Is this Aera?” You ask upon spotting the same little girl from the day prior. She couldn’t be any older than 7 years. Seated on the floor with her back against the couch paying the two of you no mind. Completely engulfed by the tv screen.

“That’s my little princess.” Johnny folds his arms. Teeth on full display with a large smile. The hollows of his cheeks wrinkling deeper with prideful emotion taking over.

Following the childs line of sight, you bounce up happily with surprise. “Oh wow, Sailor Moon? I had no idea kids still watched this. My favorite show of all time.”

“Oh really? Aera loves Sailor Moon, she had me scouring the internet for weeks in search of properly subbed DVDs.” Johnny says. Pointing at the organized stacked collection of each season.

“That’s it then!” You squat down to meet Johnny’s daughter's level. “Can you believe I have a big white ball of fur at home named Artemis?”

Aera gasps excitedly, finally distracted from the episode playing. Sitting up suddenly more interested in you than the show. “What, really? I want to see!”

Whipping your phone out, you quickly get comfortable next to her, opening up an album full of nothing but photos and videos of your cat. A white persian male kitten that indeed responds to the name Artemis in each video.

“Oooh you need to get a girl cat with black fur and name her Luna!” She squeals. Pouting a frown. “Dad won’t let me! I’m allergic.”

“Aw what? Well you’re right then. I do need to find his Luna.”

“Ah, Aera, where are your manners? Introduce yourself properly to our guest like I taught you.” Johnny reprimands sweetly. His daughter responds with a boxy smile and hushed apology. Turning back to face you with her hand outstretched in greeting.

The two of you exchange names briefly. Falling back into conversation swimmingly. Aera chatters on happily, asking if you’ve seen any of the Frozen movies yet. Picking up a freshly washed Olaf stuffy laying by her side that Johnny seemed to keep in tip-top shape for her.

“We have to watch them together!” She exclaims. “Elsa is the second prettiest of all the princesses.”

It goes on like this for the next hour or so. Aera informing you that her father spends hours on youtube watching hair braiding tutorials to make sure her french braid is exceptional- to the point that her fellow classmates envy her and ask for tips on how to improve theirs. She expects you to do the same in his absence, of course.

“I think Aera likes you.” Johnny hands over a contract he’s drawn up to work over the next 7 weeks as his daughter's babysitter. Without giving the pay much of a second thought, you sign without question. Ready to start as soon as he wishes.

“My summer school courses begin tomorrow.” Johnny lets you know. “This is really helping me more than you know. Aera’s grandmother lives over an hour away. I had already began packing an overnight bag to take her over lat—“

“I’ll be here at 8am sharp then.” You interrupt. Clasping your hands together after handing him back the contract.

“That’s wonderful, seriously I can’t thank you enough for doing this on such short notice.” He glows as he smiles down at you. Chin pointed ahead. “Follow me, I’ll walk you out.”

Johnny leads you to the front of the house. Going over how far you live, if you’d be needing any assistance getting home. Convincing him a 10 minute walk cut down when you take the bus to 5 minutes would be no hassle. You stop and face him before leaving.

“This is probably too personal, but you mentioned Aera’s grandmother?” You quietly ask. Stepping out onto the front porch. “Is her mother not around?”

Johnny sighs, rubbing his palms together. Anxiously tipping back on his heels. “We divorced after Aera was born. Her mother suffered from heavy postpartum depression. She didn’t find herself fit to raise a child.”

“Oh my God Mr. Suh, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologize profusely. Johnny fast to reassure you with his hands held up to let him continue.

“It’s okay, because I couldn’t love Aera more. She’s my entire world. My little princess. I’m willing to sacrifice anything for her.” His eyes sparkle, comforting you as he speaks with pure love. Remembering just yesterday how he spent hours at the park with his daughter. Too exhausted yourself to wait for them to leave. Johnny didn’t even seem affected by the long evening.

“That’s really amazing.” You chime in, flitting a look past him inside the house where Aera sits enjoying her time. Living the life of a happy child all thanks to her father. “My dad was never in the picture, personally.” You share in return. Feeling the need to even out the personal information.

Johnny seems surprised by your admission. Apologizing under his breath.

“It’s nice to see a single dad taking care of his daughter like this.” You continue. Acknowledging Johnny with a finger in his direction. “I can tell you’re a good father.”

“Ah..I try to do my best.” he blushes, rubbing at his nape shyly. Waving you off as he reaches for the door handle. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Yup. First day!”

Johnny smiles widely again. Mid-day sun enhances his soft brown eyes. Sparkling vibrantly as he says goodbye and tells you to get home safe.

Resting butterfly wings come to life on your walk home. Crashing against your ribcage with visions of rosy cheeks and pools of honey passing through your mind.

—————————————————-

“I hope I’m just like Princess Serena when I grow up.” Aera twirls around. Following along with the same movements Sailor Moon displays on the tv. Her dress lifts magically, assisted by the powerful blow of air conditioning. Johnny blasting the A/C as you ran up to the house just in time with beads of sweat on your forehead.

“Of course you will be!” You perk up. Crawling around on your knees to gather all of her toys from the living room floor. “Princess Aera is destined to be even more beautiful, at least that's what my kitten Artemis told me last night.”

Aera lets out a cute gasp of shock, clasping her hands together as she continues to dance around lost in her daydream.

Johnny’s watching you two from the dining room with the most endearing smile. Having gotten out of classes earlier today, just in time to find his daughter coloring your eyelids with cheap non-toxic glitter glue. He huffs a light chuckle as you approach lugging a bag of Barbie dolls. Pointing to his head with a nod at yours.

“Princess play today?” He asks.

“Huh?” You scramble reaching for the plastic tiara tangled in your messy hair after hours of hanging out with Aera. Today had indeed been ‘the two princesses from other realms meeting for the first time only to discover they’re sisters’. She has quite the large imagination you’d learned within the first few hours alone.

“One of my Aera’s favorites. I’ve let her watch too many Barbie films. Now picture me prancing around with one arm in one of those plastic frilly pink dresses. I’m not allowed to play the prince, obviously. The prince must be handsome, is what Aera says.” Johny laughs. Gently sweeping the fallen strands away from your face once you finally manage to detangle the tiara trapped in the largest knot.

“But you are very handsome!” You blurt out. Mortification fills your chest, turning to look away only to nestle into Johnny’s palm. It’s soft and calloused, warm yet rough. Maintained with lotion to avoid cracking skin, but beat up from years of labor around the house. It feels like.. Johnny. What Johnny would feel like based on his looks. “I.. sorry.”

His thumb grazes your cheekbone before you make an attempt to move. “I suppose I’m not handsome enough to be a prince.”

“I..I don’t think so..” your throat quivers. Eyes snapping to look over Johnny’s relaxed face. Realizing you’ve been caressing his palm for far too long now. His thumb continues to stroke your cheekbone. Other hand reaching toward the plastic crown still caught up in a couple of tendrils.

Touch drifting away from your heated up skin to focus on detangling the rest of your hair without pulling. He hums, brushing the tips of his fingers through your strands to ebb away frizz. Clearly practiced as he barely tugs on your scalp.

“You’re both right. I am no fairytale prince.” Johnny nods. The corners of his eyelids drooped down a hint.

“Huh? No, that’s not what I meant, Mr. Suh! I mean, like you are handsome. You’re very attractive!” You splutter. Forcing your teeth to grit together and form a smile despite embarrassment draining down to your fingertips.

He grins, playing with loose strands of hair near your ear. Brushing them back to reveal more of your face.

“Thank You…princess.” Johnny blinks slowly, dropping his hand away as if you’ve just burned him. Taking a step back away from you. He picks up a book from the dining table, using it to point toward his home office. Clearing his throat, he moves to leave. “I’ll be reading for a bit while you’re still here.”

“Oh? What are you reading?” You ask curiously to deter from the awkward moment. Peaking at the hardcover in his hand as you chew your lower lip to suppress any wild reaction to the nickname.

“The Rules Of Attraction.” He taps the book. “I decided to take it upon myself to do a summer reading list with my class. While they’re stuck reading George Orwell and To Kill A Mockingbird again, I’m taking the Bret Easton Ellis route.”

“Oh!” Your fingers snap at the mention of the author. “Less Than Zero!”

Johnny seems taken aback. Cradling the novel to his chest to converse with you more comfortably. “You’ve read it?”

“One of my favorites.” You boast proudly. “His first published work I believe?”

“Now, I have to ask, why is that one of your favorites?”

“I guess the alienation from everything around him. The overall distraught, downward spiral, isolation..” you try to recall. Shrugging, nodding to the book he holds “Let me know how you like that one. I was planning on starting American Psycho next.”

Johnny smiles apprehensively, an intrigued gleam in his gaze as he watches you. “I bet your English teachers loved you.”

—————————————————-

It had become quite tiresome to even attempt flirting with Johnny. He knew how to shoot you down in the most asinine way. Too dumb to even realize what he was doing. You couldn’t feel offended by his lack of pursuit. Afterall, he never failed to remind you of your age difference. Treating you more like a second child than a potential love interest.

Grumbling to yourself, you clean up the mess you made with Aera today. Johnny prepares dinner for the two of them in the kitchen before you leave for the evening. The phone rings, pausing both of your ministrations.

“I’ll grab it!” You shout, popping up to scramble toward the houseline. Johnny jogs from the kitchen with a ‘got it!’. The two of you crash together before either of you reach the phone. Beeping as it goes to voicemail. Johnny’s arm loops around your waist to control the collision. The both of you watching the machine as a woman’s voice permeates.

‘I suppose I have called at a bad time. I happened to find an ad in the paper today. Maybe it was destiny.. my grocery aisle prince was looking for me afterall it se—‘

Johnny nearly topples you over as he reaches to shut off the device. Anger overtaking his features, scrambling to hit the delete button.

“What are you doing! Stop!” You panic. Wrapping around his large forearm with both of your hands in an attempt to make him move. Johnny hits to erase the message as you fail to even make him budge.

Lifting a brow, he eyes over the position you’ve landed in. Clinging onto him like a monkey hung on a tree branch.

“What’s going on?” He asks. Directed at the implication behind your actions.

“Why..” you stutter, licking at the roof of your mouth dryly. “Why did you delete that?!”

Johnny waves it off, removing you off his arm. He dusts off his shirt that wrinkled in the process. “It’s just some stupid kid looking for a laugh. Don’t worry about it.”

“But!” You stammer. Pointing at the machine. “Don’t you have caller ID?! You need to call her back! She sounded interested in.. I don’t know! A date?”

Johnny watches you try to come up with an explanation. Hands on his hips and brows twisted together confused.

“Trust me, it’s nothing serious.” He brushes it off again. “Some silly kids trying to get a rise out of an old man like me is all.”

Your shoulders fall, lost for words to come up with. Built up guilt clawing at your insides. Reminded of how you have only added to shattering Johnny’s confidence. May as well be carrying a hammer for him to know what type of awful person you are.

“You think I need to date that badly huh?” Johnny speaks up, breaking your inner turmoil eating away at you. He shrugs, a lackluster expression taking over his handsome face. “I can’t relate to 99% of humanity, honestly. Dating is hopeless for me.”

“I can’t relate to humanity much either..” you agree. Discouraged as you try to make him feel better. “But, I don’t think it’s completely hopeless?”

Johnny forces a smile, for your sake only. Patting your arm before returning to the kitchen.

“That makes one of us.”

—————————————————-

Johnny’s rushing home again. Meetings after class had ended up extending his stay to much later in the evening than usual. He texts you numerous apologies adding in that you deserve a bonus for putting up with him.

If only he knew the type of bonus you were determined to get.

“Thank you for staying late. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realize this meeting would run so long.” Johnny says breathlessly. The front door slamming shut behind him as he rips off his coat. Handsome as ever wearing a tucked in collared button down. Tie hanging loose on his neck with the first few buttons undone while sitting in traffic. His spine cracking loudly with a stretch and slump.

“Oh, no worries. It happens.”

“You’re not walking home, right?” He asks, concerned. Giving the window a double take for you to see how dark it is.

“I just walk a couple of blocks to the station. My cars in the shop, a busted headlight.” You shrug. Gathering your belongings. Johnny’s tongue clicks soundly, his keys jingling.

“I can’t let you walk home this late, it’s way too dark outside. I won’t be able to rest peacefully.” Johnny retorts.

“Oh no worries Mr. Suh” you ward him off with a wave of your hand. “I walk home late all the time. This isn’t exactly an area known for high crime rate.”

“Nonsense. It’s not safe for a beautiful young girl to walk alone at night.” Johnny lifts his arms shooing you toward the front door to exit. “I won’t take no for an answer. You texted me that Aera’s all tuckered out and sleeping. I won’t be long, you live pretty close right?”

Coming to a halt near the door you cock a brow his way. Tuning out any words after the subtle compliment passed from his lips. Adjusting the strap of your bag nervously, you turn to face him- “..beautiful?”

Johnny stiffens a bit, now bypassing your question as he pulls on his coat again.

“Of course.” He forces a tight lipped smile. Shaking his keys out of habit with another nod toward the front door.

You follow after him, shuffling faster to catch up to his long stride. Johnny able to move faster on such long legs. He reaches to open the passenger door for you, stopped by the brush of your fingers along his wrist.

“You think..do you really think I’m beautiful?” You ask him with more confidence. Time is fleeting as days spent taking care of Aera lack Johnny’s presence. Leaving you craving for more time with him, coming up with excuses to clean or help him cook up dinner when he’s too tired after work. Confidence could quickly turn to desperation, with Johnny’s summer semester ending soon. What use would he have for you then?

With his lips pursed together, he opens the car door despite your figure blocking the way. Unlocking it, left only a crack open.

“Look at you.” Johnny trails off. Gaze darting over your face lit up by dim street lamps. Shadows of tree branches and leaves passing with the wind. His chest pounds, having to take deep breaths to cool the tingle traveling down to his guts. “You know you’re stunning. I’m sure your boyfriend reminds you every time he sees you.”

“I don’t..” you grimace, confessing something your best friend pestered you about enough. “I’ve never really had a boyfriend.”

“What?” He takes a step back. One foot on the sidewalk curb as the other sets down on the street near his car's tire. His face dawned an actual look of surprise. “Never?”

“I’m not..” you start, anxiously shifting foot to foot. “I’m not inexperienced. I just haven’t found someone who.. I feel a connection to… At least I hadn’t.”

Johnny averts his eyes, adamant to avoid addressing your last sentence. “It takes time. Don’t worry about it. You will find someone who..” he huffs, thinking over his advice. “There is someone out there for all of us. Figure out what you really want first. It all starts with you.. maybe you don’t know what you’re looking for yet?”

“I guess.. I want someone who sees my demons and plays with them instead of running away in fear.” You mutter, mostly under your breath. Blinking away the rush of moisture gathering at your lashes. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m stuck in some never ending horror movie with no hope to escape.”

“No one’s perfect.” Johnny speaks softly. His voice sounds fresh out of the dryer like a fuzzy blanket draped over your shoulders. Wrapping you with comfort, advice only one who has been through more than enough can provide. “You have to let people in. Maybe you’re the one running.”

Tilting your chin up, you take in Johnny’s creased skin. Lifting your thumb to smooth away the lines etched deeper than usual beneath the pools of honey permanently ingrained in your dreams these days. Evidence of how tired he is after hours spent with teenagers. He moves barely, just enough to let you know he likes it. Lazed eyelids falling shut for longer than a second to enjoy the full experience of your tracing thumb.

“Would you?“ You question wearily. Drawing a path down the bridge of his nose to the space just above the jut of his curved out upper lip.

Johnny swallows, long neck doing nothing to hide the bounce of his Adams apple. Flicking his gaze to lock on yours, he circles your wrist. Pausing you just as you’re about to stroke the ridge of his lip. “You shouldn’t do this. Not with me.”

“and why not?” You do your best to restrict the petulant whine wishing to escape. Jerking your gaze away from his mouth to scowl at him.

“You’re just so young..” Johnny hesitates. Having to bite down on the back sides of his tongue. He sets your arms down, letting out a tired sigh. “and I’m..an old man with a kid. You can do better than me.”

“I’m not! And I’m old enough to know what I want! I’m an adult!” You boldly state. Ripping free of his loose hold. “Johnny..I—“

“Mr. Suh.” Johnny is quick to correct you. Fitting you with a pointed stare, hard enough to weaken you on the spot. He shakes his head with a hard swallow. “Listen, it’s late. It’s been a long day for both of us I’m sure. Get in the car okay? Your mother is probably worried.”

Making the quick decision to not put up a fight you get in the car. The short ride home is stiff, silent. Distracted by picking at your nails to ignore the sense of crushing weight on your shoulders. Johnny seems no better, opening and shutting his mouth as if he has no clue what to say from here.

He parks nearby your apartment complex letting you direct him. Old car engine rumbling through the humid summer night air. Releasing your seatbelt, you angle your torso to face him.

“I’m sorry.” You grieve. Throat lodged tight with nerves as you go on. “I’m just so sick of everything and everyone lately. Most days, it feels like you’re the only person I look forward to seeing anymore.”

Johnny’s long fingers drum against the steering wheel. Gripping it before he turns to look at you. His drowsy features even more drained after the quiet awkward drive.

“This will pass. You’ve been around me more than you have been around guys your age these days. Once you start school again, you’ll see.” He explains. A glint of pain passing his pupils as they shake.

“Why can’t I just do what I want?” You ask him, defeated. Maybe Johnny had a point.

He seemingly struggles momentarily. Licking his lips as they part open once again, stopping himself from saying more. With a slump of his shoulders and his forehead wrinkling down the middle he answers you with another question- “What do you want?”

Leaning forward, you grab onto the divider between your seats. Cocking your head to the side almost submissively. Johnny’s breath audibly catching at the action. Watery eyes watching the nervous twitch his nose gives. “Don’t you like me?”

Johnny doesn’t make any moves to reply. Lost in a trance as he stares at you. Focused on the way your lips pout as you ask him something he can’t find in himself to answer.

The small voice willing you to do better in your mind kicks and screams. Breaking free of the binds keeping you in place shouting out ‘fuck it!’. You surge forward with a jolt of renewed motivation. Lips landing firmly on Johnny’s plump ones. Softer than a cloud, more of a dream than you’d even imagined.

His resistance melts faster than burning candle wax. Easing into the pillowy texture of your inviting mouth. He kisses like a man starved, deprived of this intimate touch for far too long. Front teeth clicking against yours at first as he practices to find a comfortable placement. The tip of his nose squished into the crevice of yours moving to deepen the kiss.

Sharing short breaths of air, you both attack each other's lips. Johnny effortlessly takes over control, maneuvering you to the way his neck leans in. Adjusting yours to arch back as you gasp, suffocating under his powerful lips. His bottom lip slips between yours. Too easy to nibble at the plump smooth flesh. A groan emitting from deep in his throat when you bite down.

He pulls away abruptly. Mouth reddened and swollen already from your passionate kissing. Lower lip hanging numbly as he catches his breath with a dazed wide-eyed look.

Focused on your hormones raging, you inch closer for more- “Johnn—“

“No!” He blows out fearfully. Interrupting you and dodging your touch with a swift turn of his upper half. Fast to grip onto the steering wheel again, his hands tremble. “Please. Please get out of the car.”

“It’s okay, Johnn—“

“Please.” His tone softens. Eyelashes fanning his cheeks staring down at his lap. Shame washing across him the more you make him ask.

As much as it hurts to open the car door and exit. You respect his wishes with a silent goodbye. Anticipating a call the next day that your services would no longer be needed.

It made no sense to you why Johnny refused to let you in. ‘Look at you.’ He said with such conviction, probably only to stop your delusions from creating fantasies that Johnny Suh could possibly find anything special about you.

—————————————————-

The call never came, not even a text message. Johnny continued to let you babysit. Aera none the wiser that you lusted after her father. He managed to avoid you over the next few weeks. Probably buying time until your contract ends with no plan to extend you for extra help.

While Aera napped you cleaned up around the dining room table. Collecting the mess of markers and colored pencils scattered everywhere after four hours of trying to replicate the Negaverse off stills from google image search.

With only 5 days left before Johnny’s last days of summer school you felt like a zombie. Neglecting your friends' messages and pestering phone calls. Turning your ringer off and swiping away any notifications. It’s not as if any of them would be from Johnny.

He wouldn’t be home for another hour. The only time you did happen to catch a glance of him as he spared you no more than a nod on your way out. Not even greeting you to open any potential conversation.

Other than watching over Aera, you only saved energy to recall details about this summer. From the first time you had seen Johnny at the diner, to watching him with his daughter at the park. All of it collected in your binder behind the personal ad and babysitting ad you had cut out to save along with your memories.

Even wandering throughout the upstairs as she napped somedays to end up inside of Johnny’s bedroom. As wrong as you knew it was, you couldn’t contain yourself. Snooping around through his drawers in hopes of finding something incriminating. He just seemed too perfect to be real. Even his dirty clothes hamper smelled amazing, because yes, of course you picked up his shirt from the day before to sniff while rolling around in his bed. The blankets and pillows crisp as if a hotel maid had come in and fixed up his entire bedroom every morning.

Nothing about this man signaled red flags. Even as you sat on your knees picking at a locked door in his bedroom with a bobby pin. It had to be an extra closet or something. Maybe a depraved sex dungeon to protect his wholesome image. Ever curious, you had to find out what was in there.

With a curse after your fifth failed attempt you leave the door alone. Escaping with a small rug burn on your cheek from trying to get a peek inside through the crack between the floor and door. It was no use, whatever that room led to was clearly none of your business.

That didn’t alter how perfect Johnny came off. Waking up at the crack of dawn while Aera visited lala land to get in an early workout. He was always scented of soap, fully dressed and nursing the last sips of morning coffee when you arrived to babysit. Beaming with white teeth and his hair slicked back, he levitated past you each morning like a vision straight out of a dream.

Johnny would be hard to move on from. It didn’t help that he only made it easier by doing everything to avoid further interactions with you. The message was loud and clear. That’s why they call it a crush, right? because it hurts like a bitch.

—————————————————-

Mr. Suh- ‘Aera’s friend is having a slumber party tonight for her Birthday and water park adventure tomorrow. I’ve left a key under the front doormat. I won’t be home until late due to final gradings. If you could please lock up on your way out and return the key where I’ve left it, much appreciated. Thank you.’

Johnny’s text message is straight to the point. No personalization behind it. Clear cut, if he wanted more, he’d do something about it.

Once Aera was all set in the backseat of her friend’s mother's van, you waved her goodbye from the sidewalk. Staring at the house you’d grown comfortable in over the last couple of months. It felt bittersweet as the imminent ending approached. Aera would go back to school soon, and Johnny’s schedule would return to normal without having to worry over who would watch his daughter while he worked.

With no rush to head home and return to your reality of a negligent mother harassing you to move out, you settle down on the couch. Flipping through the channels you didn’t have at home in search of something to watch for the next hour.

Johnny wouldn’t be home for some time. Figuring there was no point in not kicking off your shoes and relaxing for a bit. Finally spending your summer vacation doing what you should have been: absolutely nothing productive.

“Shit!” You shoot up from the couch. Scrambling to pick up wrappers of snacks you’d been munching on while catching up on Euphoria when you realized Johnny has an HBO subscription. The garage door shuts noisily, cursing under your breath as you trip over your discarded shoes. You shove the trash inside your purse. Sitting up and grabbing your belongings as fast as possible.

“Hello?” It’s Johnny. Of course. Who else would it be. Footsteps make way inside, stopping as they enter the main entrance near the dining room. Planning your escape, you glance toward the backyard, patting your bag as you tiptoe over. The realization that you never grabbed your phone and binder from the dining table impales you like a high speed truck.

“Fuck!” You mentally hiss. Left with no choice but to reveal yourself to the owner of the house

Johnny’s scowling as you enter the room. Holding open your binder to the page that has his newspaper ad glued. Circled with red sharpie from the day you first read it and decided to prank him. He looks up, landing on your surprised face with fury overtaking him.

“What is this?” He sounds rageful, holding up the page to you. “Why do you have this? How..why! Why would you have this!?”

“Johnny, I can explain!” You fret, speeding to get closer to him. The binder gets torn away from your fingertips as you reach for it. Johnny ripping through the pages you’ve written your private thoughts in over the past 7 weeks. Darting over words confessing your unyielding crush, the mean joke that led you to him. The photo you snuck from an album of him for keepsake.

“Are you..” Johnny’s bewildered. Eyes bulging from his sockets, glaring at you with a hint of scare. “Are you stalking me?”

“Johnny, no! It’s not that..”

“Stop calling me that!” He yells deeply. Voice booming out hard enough to make you cower into yourself. Timidly finding purchase in the wall behind you. “What is this! Huh?! What type of sick fucking joke are you playing here? You think I didn’t see you lurking around in my bedroom?!”

Your jaw drops, confused. Mortified when his words piece together. Johnny nods. “I have hidden cameras all over. You really think I’d so easily trust a stranger to watch my child in my house?”

“I can explain, Mr. Suh!” You cry, tears rushing out uncontrollably. Displaying your palms in an act of surrender. Johnny’s head drops back from the disbelief, rubbing his face harshly. “Please please! Let me explain please!”

“Right now. Start talking.”

Taking a big round of sniffles you inhale to fill your lungs. Pressed to the wall as tremors roll up your limbs intensely. Digging the edge of your palms under your eyes, you cover your face, croaking as you begin. “I called you from the personal ad. To meet at the diner. I shouldn’t have done that, and I regret it! I was bored.. and stupid! So stupid! I wasn’t thinking about how much it could hurt you. I’m sorry, Mr. Suh! I’m so sorry.”

“Why would you do this?! and then apply to babysit my daughter? What’s wrong with you!” Johnny’s livid as he shouts. Every vein bulges out of his neck. The ones tracing up the sides of his forehead pulsating rapidly. He throws your binder aside, crashing as it lands hard enough for the spine to break.

“Because I like you!” You cry harder, an ugly cry at this point. Arms flailing as you raise your voice to get in a word. “I like you so much!”

Overwhelmed by the amount of emotions consuming you, your knees buckle. Collapsing forward until your nose smashes between Johnny’s chest. He stiffens, sighing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reaches his other arm around your waist to hold you in place.

“You like me?” Johnny scoffs. Upper lip curling in to quill his temper. “You like me.. so you made a plan to hurt me? For no reason?”

“I’m sorry.” You wail. Ruining Johnny’s work shirt with your damp cheeks. Swallowing down wads of snot clogging your nose with a cough. “I’m so sorry. I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I really just wanted to know you. I like you so much Johnny..”

He lets out a drawn out sigh. His arm drops from your waist making you fall to your knees. Standing straight, he looms large above you. Neck long, glaring down at you with hooded eyelids. The tip of his tongue drags between his lips. An annoyed sound clicking inside his throat.

He pinches your chin between thumb and index finger, jerking your neck to arch back and look up at him. Nostrils flared in outrage, he nods. Turning your face side to side taking in your pathetic distraught appearance.

“You like me, so you stalk me? Is that it?”

“No!” You cough, doing your best to sit up. Clutching at his thighs for assistance. “I started to like you! Once I saw you with Aera. After I got to know you more.. you’re such a good father. You make me feel..” you mumble off, embarrassed. Unsure how much more humiliating this entire ordeal could get. “Valued. Self worth. You’re..comforting.”

Johnny doesn’t seem to react. His mouth is tight, continuing to watch the quiver of your lower lip. “Why would you have any interest in me? Except as an amusing cranky curiosity.”

“I think..” you trail off. Recalling everything Johnny’s taught you in a short amount of time. New music, recipes, books.. that you had more reason to take care of yourself than you’d thought. “you’re really cool. I guess, I wish.. I wish I’d had a father like you growing up. You’re so understanding and protective, but willing to learn.”

Johnny cups your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that won’t stop. Pitifully analyzing your bloodshot swollen eyes. He scoops under your arms lifting you to stand, still only reaching him at chest level.

“You just want someone to understand you, don’t you?” Johnny sounds calmed. Brushing hair behind your ear as he has many times before. Comforting enough to dip your face into his palm seeking after more of his gentle touch. “For someone to play with your demons, not run away for once.”

You stare up amazed, grabbing onto his chest for more help to keep yourself steady. Johnny bends his knees to meet you at a closer eye level. His voice lowering to a whisper- “You think you can handle my demons? Will you run away from them like the others before?”

Before you can shake your head ‘no’, Johnny’s lifting you off your feet and making way to the couch. He spins you fast, almost tipping over if not for his sturdy arms snaking around your waist. Back flush against his chest as he sits you down on his lap.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Johnny’s lips smear down your wet cheek. Licking up the tears that have tracked down past your collar, melting between your breasts. The dry tears staining your cheeks beneath fresh spills. His palms cup around your inner thighs spreading you open over his lap. Ass nestled right against his hardening groin. Gasping in his face as it nudges your bottom. Thick and heavy where it buries against your panty covered ass. “Just wanted someone to make you forget how fucked up you are.”

“N-no..” you stutter, turning to dig your nose into his cheek. Eyes falling shut blinking away another rush of hot tears. “You. Wanted you only. Wanted you to take everything away. To.. take care of me.”

“And what do you need me to take care of first?” Johnny queries. Angling his face to rub his nose along yours. One hand smoothing up to cup around your covered mound. His palm meeting moistened cotton, landing with a sound of wetness. A hot rush of embarrassment attempts to pry your legs shut. Johnny letting out a snarky sound of dismay, rolling tender skin at the top of your inner thigh between his thumb and index finger. Just enough to sting and threaten a harsher pinch with his short nails if you go against him.

“Joh—..” you hiss, trembling back into his chest. Pelvic pushing forward to meet the edge of his palm.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” He tuts. Burying his palm to your mound with more strength. His forearm flexes large, thick enough between your thighs to leave your mouth gaping in awe. “Answer me properly.”

Blinking up, you gaze at his glittering sleek eyes. A concentrated studying look staring down at you. Even seated Johnny’s neck craned high above yours. Engulfing your frame with his mass size to make you feel even smaller, helpless. Eager to give yourself over to him. Picturing Johnny lifting you up only to break you. Squeezing you down to a crumbled mess of dust between his long fingers. Make you forget pain that won’t disappear no matter how hard you try to erase it.

“Take care of me..all of me?” You whisper. Cheeks scorching as the question passes from your lips. Voice feeble and pathetic, clouded as it passes from one ear out of the other. Swallowing when Johnny leans in even closer. Licking up another batch of tears flowing freely.

“Will you be good for me, princess?” He lilts sweetly. Lips grazing yours as he uses the nickname. Capturing the gasped breath he knew you’d let out. “Will you be a good girl for daddy?”

His question slackens your jaw. The hinges deteriorate as your mouth hangs open. Johnny nudging your nose again with a ‘hmm?’

“Will you be the best girl for daddy?” He asks with more emphasis. Rubbing a firm circle over your panties. Clit trapped just underneath, swelling up needily.

“Yes..I’ll do anything.” You beg. Johnny clicking his tongue.

“Anything? Anything for who?”

Blinking your matted wet eyelashes, you swallow. Gulping loudly, vocal chords quivering- “Daddy. Anything for daddy.”

Johnny lets out a hushed satisfied sound. Ripping your drenched underwear to the side, you bite back a hiss. Skin cut by the elastic resisting his fierce pull. Sucking in his upper lip with concentration, he drags up and down your folds gathering the absurd amount of arousal. Loud squelch echoing when two fingers glide in past your entrance.

“Oh..you’re so tight.” He groans, dipping down to the first knuckle. Eyelashes fluttering against your cheek with an elated sigh. “How am I going to fit inside this little hole princess?”

His hips grind up beneath you. Cock swelling up as you roll down circling against him. Needy to feel him without layers separating you.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You ask, hopeful. Sharing sloppy kisses between moans as Johnny’s digits scissor inside of you. Concerned you wouldn’t actually be able to fit his thick cock.

“Is that what you want?” He tuts, palming your clit for extra stimulation. Stretching your walls open with years of practice behind him.

“Please? Want you so much.” You keen. Flushing at how easily you’re willing to beg for it. At this point if Johnny asked you to get on your knees and pant like a dog, you would.

He nods against your nose, intent to make you cum before you move on to explore more. Rapidly speeding up the fingers spearing inside of you until you’re a trembling mess. The room filled by the sound of your wet cunt jerked around, splashing with each smack of his palm.

Arching against his chest, you huff noisily. A coil spiraling up from beneath your bellybutton to your chest until it spills over. Falling apart on Johnny’s hand, pulling out as you cum to watch the arousal dribble out of your clenching hole. Earning a slap over your mound as you soak through his trousers.

He sighs under you, having to stop himself from cumming in his pants to your cute whiny moans. Getting up, he pushes your underwear off to be forgotten in the living room.

“Come with me angel.” Johnny takes your hands gently. Stepping back until he notices your ankles wobbling.

“Daddy?” You question dumbly. Swooped off your feet for Johnny to carry you up the stairs. He kisses you in response, setting you down on your feet in the hallway with an arm secured around your hips.

Johnny tugs your garments off with ease. Left behind at the entrance of his bedroom as he proceeds to carry you further inside.

“You wanted to find out what was inside of here so badly didn’t you?” Johnny inquires cockily. Keeping a firm hold around your waist. He pushes in one of the keys he constantly seemed to have on hand jingling on him into the door's lock. Flicking on the lights upon entering with a kick to click the door shut behind you. The room fills with a low red light. Most still shadowed by black obscuring your sight further.

It’s another bedroom. Taking a quick confused glance, you spot a wall adorned with various whips and chains. Johnny’s lips press to your ear dragging you over to a bed placed in the middle. “Have you ever played with demons like this before?”

He sets you on the king size bed, knees sinking in as you stare up at him lost. Still reeling from your orgasm, you wobble having to hunch forward to grab onto the bedding. He stands tall and broad above you, keeping you placate with a fixated gaze. Untying the loop holding his tie together. He unbuttons his shirt with no urgency. Torturing you to watch him longer as saliva gathers around your tongue.

“Tell me what you want.” He commands, speaking to you with flattened demand. Overwhelmed by an urge to please him, you do your best to sit up on jittery knees grabbing his belt buckle.

“Can I, please? Pretty please?” You beg shamelessly. Looping his belt free like a gift you’re dying to unwrap.

“Didn’t you ask me— ‘why can’t I just do what I want?’” Johnny lilts. Nodding for you to continue. “When you ask nicely like that, how can I say no?”

Johnny appears blurred as you look up through your lashes. Blinking and turning away when his belt clatters to the floor. His large palm cups the back of your head, jerking your neck to face him.

“Don’t look away when I ask you a question.” He latches onto tufts of your hair, twisting your neck to bend back more. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“You..” gasping for air, your ears ring. The sound of your panting driving you mad. Chest heavy with desire to feel every dip and curve of Johnny’s figure.

“What was that now?”

He sounds cloudy, mixing with the heavy hard to swallow air clogging up the room. Suffocating you from inside out in a haze of lust. With another jerk of your head, his palm splays across the front of your neck, squeezing dangerously.

“Y-you..you daddy.” You choke, Johnny constricting your throat roughly making it more difficult to speak. “Want daddy’s cock. P-please.”

The hand cutting off your air flow loosens, fingers trailing to your shiny lower lip, tugging your mouth open hard. Tongue hanging out in reaction. Johnny shoves four fingers in abruptly, prompting you to gag around him. Thrusting back until he meets your tonsils. Drool dribbles out rapidly, coating his wrist.

“Where do you want daddy’s cock baby?” Johnny asks with a push on the back of your tongue. Coughing around his digits until your face heats up, pushing a new batch of tears to trickle down past your jaw. “Want it in your pretty little mouth? I don’t think you can handle it.”

Squirming your thighs together for some relief, you jolt up shaking your head. Gurgling around his long fingers filling your mouth. Clamping your lips around him with your best effort to suck, using your tongue as a form of pleading.

“Good girl.” Johnny hums. Slipping the spit covered digits free, he smears them around your face. The mascara you’ve half cried off fully destroyed as he sweeps across your eyelids. “I’ll give you what you want for being so obedient.”

Wiping the residue of your bodily fluids away on his slacks, Johnny straightens out. Long legs leading up to his hips right in front of your wrecked face. He nods down. “It’s all yours.”

Catching your breath, you suck down the drool permeating from the corners of your lips. Shaky hands reach for the button of his pants, mentally cursing over how unstable you feel. Biting down on your lip as Johnny’s black briefs come into view. This close he’s warm beneath your touch. Dick fully chubbed up stretching the material over him painfully.

Intimidated by his massive size, you reach inside timidly. The girth hot and wide in your hand, too thick for your fingers to even meet around. Johnny pushes his briefs lower, adjusting your head to watch. Cock and balls unveiled as he pulls down his boxers underneath.

“I-I..I..d-don’t know..” you stammer. Licking your dried lips nervously. Johnny’s size sits weighted in your palm, straining your wrist as you give him an experimental stroke. Precum globs out, coating the fat tip of his cock. Swiping a thumb across the slit to collect some for extra glide.

Johnny grunts with disappointment. “I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

With a huff you scoot closer until your knees meet the edge of the mattress. Tongue lolling out like a thirsty pet willing to lap up anything your owner gives you. Johnny encourages you with a gentle pat to your crown. His stance widened to give you more room.

Giving him a tentative lick, Johnny directs you to suck in the tip. Cockhead pushing past your lips enough to crack the skin more. Hollowing your cheeks, your lips curl in to not bite down. Rewarded with a pleased groan and tightened grip on your hair.

“That’s it, pretty baby.” Johnny breathes through his nose sliding in deeper. Satisfied by how stretched your lips look around him, reaching just down past half of his length. Gagging furiously as he sinks in further, cock nestling in near complete minus a couple of inches.

“Be a good girl, take all of daddy’s cock baby.” Johnny grits. Adding praises for how good you’re taking him. Your hands seek purchase on his hips struggling to breathe. “Relax for me princess. You’re doing so so good.”

Yanking your head back for a better glide, he fucks in and out starting to build up a good enough rhythm. Burying in until your nose is pressed to the smooth skin around the base of his length. A rumbled moan sores out of Johnny’s chest. Wet and filthy as he thrust in until you’re whining around his size. Thighs rubbing together the more drool spills down to your chest. Ready to cry for him to fuck your hole harder than this.

Pulling out abruptly to catch himself from cumming too fast, Johnny prods his length against the hollow of your cheek. Copious amounts of saliva trailing after him, strings of it still attached to his glistening spit coated cock.

“You wanna swallow baby?” He asks you, gripping your hair tighter. Scalp stinging from the hold now.

Your tongue drops out in reply. Johnny mutters a string of curses. Grabbing his shaft to smear the precum still leaking from the tip on your upper lip. All swollen and glossy now, filthy just how he likes it.

Opening your jaw up wider until it hurts, you still gag as he presses into the base. Balls land against your chin hot and sticky with your spit. Johnny moving to cradle the back of your skull with both hands. He fucks in faster. All sound except you choking around his cock muted as his pace quickens nearing release.

“Fuck baby, exactly like that. Yes fuck, mouth made to take my cock.” Pushing your head down, Johnny keeps you held in place. Screaming between clenched teeth as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He pulls out to the tip giving himself one tug, spilling partially on your tongue. The excess drips down your chin and neck. Groaning as his stomach sucks in pulling out the rest of his climax. Swallowing down the extra curse words trying to pass from his lips. He chooses to regain his composure with deep breaths.

Licking over your lips, you think he even tastes perfect. Good enough to beg for seconds. Beginning to daydream of spending hours with his cock lodged down your throat unable to move. Maybe Johnny would even pinch your nose until you couldn’t breathe, if you asked nicely.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You cough, searching for a compliment. Johnny’s lip curls up in a half-smile.

“Better than good, you’re perfection. Are you ready for more?” He questions, thumbing the rest of his cum off your chin inside of your mouth for you to swallow. You nod, throat too sore to reply.

Taking a step back, he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. Falling off with his shoved away bottoms. Johnny’s big, all over. Your eyes jump around taking him in, gulping in disbelief. Under those layers of stiff work attire he’d hidden a body trained daily. Muscles etched to perfection even with time. Only bulking up more over the years. Biceps flexing with a simple movement of his fingers.

“Like what you see?” He smirks, content with the hungry gaze fixated on him. Leaning down, he cups your thighs dropping you to lay flat on your back. Draping your calves on the expanse of his broad defined shoulders. Johnny’s size lays on your stomach. Balls pressed to your cunt as he admires your abdomen twitching in excitement under him. Dick capping just just above your navel. Petting the skin over it, he grins. Prepared to fill your insides up until your cervix recognizes him by shape.

“You’re..big. So big..” you shudder. Reaching to drag the tips of your fingers between the lines of his abdominal muscles. Swiping over defined pecs, Johnny trembles at the contact to his nipples.

“Look how wet you still are, after everything.” He claps a palm on your inner thigh. Booming loud and wet. Dripped down to the backs of your knees while you sucked him off. Johnny seems impressed, licking your arousal off. “Your pussy still needs more of me, right baby?”

You nod too fast, neck cracking embarrassingly. Johnny’s grin never falters, knees bending as he pushes forward pressing the fronts of your thighs to your chest. Constricted under his mass size, folding you in half. His upper lip folds in, concentrated on his cock thrusting between your folds. Cursing under his breath at your wetness flowing down to his sack.

“Grab onto me.” Johnny grits out. His arms snake around your waist hauling you up with him as he stands. Sinking down on his length completely stuffed full. His hips circle letting you really feel his cock carving out a space inside of you.

“Fuck..” you whimper, obsessed with feeling up his contracting arm muscles. Shoulders too large to even grasp in your hands. Your head spins, Johnny setting a brutal pace. Thighs rippled from squatting and thrusting up. “S-so big..big big..”

“Go for it baby, Come on!” Johnny’s slamming your smaller body up and down on his length without slowing. Neck veins bursting as he shouts. Cunt squeezing out spurts of slick with each pointed delivered glide of his cock. With your fingers squeezing at his bicep you bite down. Sucking on the flexed pronounced muscle until it blossoms red inside your bites. Gnawing and lapping up the area between your choked moans.

Johnny’s sweat drips fast and heavy. Hair soaked falling around his face. His chest glistening like oils being rubbed in to enhance his hard work.

Growling through gritted teeth, his cock drills into faster. The room filled with sounds of skin slapping together incessantly. Johnny’s thighs burn, shouting as he drops on top of you back on the bed. Hips never stopping, he fucks with extra force. Cock twitching as another release steadily approaches.

Each thrust rearranges your insides, rolling your eyes to the backs of your sockets. You cum aggressively. Clutched around his length too hard, Johnny has to stutter to a stop. Whining as he tries to pull out, cock slapping over your mound shooting white ropes up to your breasts. His face contorting from the strong climax hitting him full force.

He falls to your side trying to catch his breath. Body unreal under the red lights and glow of sweat. Turning to your side you pinch at your markings left behind on his arm proudly. Fiending to leave more, on his thighs, hip indentations, the slender dip of his waist.

Calming down, Johnny turns to look at you. Tickling down your messy cum covered stomach to rub your clit. You hiss pushing back into the bed.

“Sensitive..”

He looks down, your eyes following to where he’s still hard. Lifting a brow blown away by the amount of stamina he has.

Biting your lip, you place his fingers lower. Tight hole fluttering on contact. His mouth parts with surprise, sitting up excited. He moves you into a more comfortable position. Avoiding the wet spots you’ve left behind on the bedding.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to place your thighs on his shoulders. Laying on his stomach to tongue at your rim. He slurps and licks your hole urging it to open up for him. Tongue prodding and dipping in until you’ve relaxed enough to let him ease a way in.

Able to wiggle inside now he sounds obscene. Sucking up the saliva that pools down to your ass. Pulling out he spits, rubbing two fingers in a circle around your rim. Twitching as he teases you to relax and open up more for him.

“You sure about this?” He asks with a kiss to your rim. Lips gently pouting into it.

“Please, stop holding back.” You whine, grabbing your cheeks to hold yourself open more for him. Johnny groans diving back in, laving your hole until it’s pulsing. Body asking him to get inside. “God..please Joh—“

Johnny sits up, brow lifted clenching his jaw. “What was that?”

“I…” a finger shoves in before you can come up with an excuse. Johnny thrusting in and out of your tight hole watching as you contract around him, picturing his cock in place.

“Who are you asking to stop holding back now princess?” He asks again. A seriousness behind each word. Adding another finger to start stretching your rim open. You writhe down, staring at him apologetically.

“Daddy…I meant to say daddy.”

“Mmm, I’ll let it pass this time.” Johnny feigns annoyance. Brushing the tips of his fingers deep inside of you for a while until you look peaceful. Slowly drawing out, he climbs off the bed, returning with a clear small bottle of lube.

He could be mean and squeeze it directly into your hole, opting to warm up the liquid before pressing two fingers back inside of you. Stroking his cock with his other hand, making sure to evenly coat himself to make this less painful. Even if you’ve taken anyone before, there was no way they would compare to him.

Once you’re stretched out enough, seeming to enjoy the sensation. He spreads the excess lube between the crevice of your ass. Holding onto the base of his size as he positions you into a more fitting angle.

Letting your thighs rest on his hips, Johnny circles your rim. Cockhead pushing in and out experimentally. Mesmerized by the way you convulse trying to capture him with each pull out. Playing with your hole repeatedly until you make a sound, nudging his lower back with your foot. Throat rested and tired by now.

“Want me to fuck your ass full that badly don’t you?” He says, gliding in closer. Cockhead finally breaching further. Having to slow himself down to inch you lower onto his size.

It takes longer to fully accommodate him this time. Johnny having to take breaks whenever you whimper too loud. Rubbing circles on your thighs and hips with his thumbs until you relax enough to let him get in. Pelvic finally meeting your bottom after ten minutes of trying. He has to take longer breaths to cool the heat stirring in his stomach. Gripped too tight, ready to let go inside your ass before even moving.

“Calm down for me baby.” Bending over, Johnny kisses up your warm cheeks. Tired eyes admiring his patience with you. Shifting his hips slightly to give you some sense of what's to come. “The more you relax, the better it will feel.”

“I’m ready daddy.” You nod. The glisten returning to your eyes signifying more tears to come. Johnny continues to soothingly rub up and down your sides to distract you. Giving himself extra time to get used to how suffocatingly tight you feel.

Letting out a sharp exhale, Johnny eyebrows furrow. Chancing a thrust and rolling his hips down. Muscles maddeningly clench around his cock with each small movement. His teeth grind, having to pull on his hair to control himself from thrusting faster.

“Daddy please.. I can take it. I promise.” You beg him to unleash already. The familiar tears return, this time for your craving to be ruined.

Johnny can’t contain himself any longer. Bucking forward hard enough to jostle your body further up the bed. Your legs open up further to welcome him in. Pulling out longer with each thrust, he slams in harder until you’re finally loosened up. The unmistakable sound of pleasure bellows out in your long drawn out moans. Johnny takes it as a sign to move freely, holding onto your shoulders to not fuck you off the bed. His thrusts grow louder, hitting the backs of your thighs with impact.

“You’re so tight for me baby.” He pants. Thrusts picking up, lifting your lower half off the bed until he’s ramming inside your ass with nothing in the way. Johnny’s arms give out, thighs working extra hard to keep fucking you how you deserve. Toppling over he bites down on your neck with a muffled groan.

“Keep fucking me please, don’t stop. Don’t s-stop, don’t stop!” You beg suddenly. Blinking away the overwhelming high consuming you trying to focus on Johnny’s practiced thrusts. Losing the battle to a new high of pleasure, your mind blacks out. Scratching at his shoulders and chest. Another orgasm passes through you like white noise. Ears too fogged to even hear your desperate cries.

Johnny tries to hide his cry in the juncture of your neck. Unable to thrust anymore with your deadly grip on him. He finishes, cumming inside your ass, only just noticing how hard you’re tearing up. Slowly pulling out, he picks you up to sit in his lap.

“Shhh shh, calm down angel.” He luls, petting your sweat drenched hair back. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here, daddy’s going to take care of you.”

He cradles you like this for a while, losing track of the amount of time. Wiping away all the new tears that continue to river out.

“Can you talk to me baby?” He whispers. Kissing from the tip of your nose up to the space between your eyebrows. “You still with me?”

You nod silently. Mumbling apologies that Johnny shushes away. Tracing your lips with his thumb until you’re kissing back.

“Good girl. The best.”

“Want more daddy.. can you fuck me again?” You request shyly once you’ve calmed enough. Thirsting to feel Johnny splitting you open once more.

“Shh, don’t talk like that angel. Good girls only listen. Get on your knees for me.” Johnny directs you. Pointing to an area on the bed for your to move to

“Like this?” You ask with confusion. Looking at him over your shoulder as you turn to show him your backside.

“I told you to stay quiet.” He reprimands. Pushing your shoulders down until your breasts smash against the bed. With a scoff his palms smooth down your figure, tracing the dips of your waist, rounding out over your hips. Hand disappearing quickly, landing against your bottom with a snapping hit. Jostling your face deeper into the bed, you cry for more. Met with another succession of hits until your buttcheek stings. Ass rippling from the impact of each hit.

“You know what happens when you don’t listen to daddy?” Johnny asks, not expecting much of an answer. Pushing one of your wrists up closer to the headboard. Your shoulder aching under the stretch, the sound of metal clasps together around you. Tugging uselessly as he cuffs you to the bed.

Moving around behind you, he returns less than a minute later. Thin leather straps drag across your ass, tickling as they swipe between your thighs. Shining in the aftermath of your wetness and cum splattered on your thighs.

Your head shakes, unable to answer, that’s when the first hit lands. Streaking multiple shots of pain across your lower half. Johnny holds you down with one hand pushing between your shoulder blades. The flogger sounds like whips with each land on your skin. Angling it to smack right between your thighs until your cunt feels raw and swollen.

“Please daddy!”

“Please what baby?” Johnny taunts you with a coo. Focusing on bruising the backs of your thighs with hit after hit. “Hmm? Can you take more?“

“Yes yes..fuck, God yes.” You mumble brainlessly. Wrist limply jerking in the handcuffs. Johnny grunts satisfied, smoothing his cooled palms over your heated flesh. Pecking the perky rise of your ass before positioning behind you.

“Good girl. Pretty baby have one more for me?” He’s circling your sore entrance. Dipping just the tip in with the question. Nodding weakly, your hips canting back for more. “Just like that sweetie.”

Motivated by the praise, you sink back lower. Cock gliding in nearly to the brim from your overeagerness. Johnny taking the opportunity to fuck you until you’re bending hard enough for your ribs to stick out at the harsh angle. Having to bite back a shout at how deep he feels hitting you from the back like this.

“Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks taking me princess.” Johnny sighs, rubbing your waist, shallowly thrusting. Completely open for the taking. He buries in only slowing down to drag out to the tip. Groaning as he watches his length disappear inside of you over and over again. “Everything about you is just so pretty.”

“D-don’t stop..make me c-cum again. Need y-your cum.” You think you ask, words jumbling together in your brain. Fucked out and fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone words.

“Where do you need it baby?” Johnny grunts, cock stirring inside at a dizzying rhythmic pace. Filled to the brim by the entirety of his length making it harder to let him pull out with each inch just barely thrusting out. With your grasping at the ruined bedding, you roll your head back to gaze up. Reaching back with your free hand, you scratch at his muscles, flesh rising beneath your nails.

Johnny slaps your thigh with a held back hiss, pressing you down under his weight until the backs of your thighs ache and strain.

“Daddy please, please don’t stop..” you breathe out, lacking air under the weight locking you in position. Johnny looked more like a large blurred figure behind you now. His muscles bursting from his biceps caging your head as he leaned over you. His throatily growls, pummeling hips forward with a harsh snap.

“You gonna cum on this dick princess?“ Johnny asks, pelvic clapping against your ass hard enough to bruise.

“Yes yes yes!” You cry, kicking at the backs of his thighs. The soles of your feet clap against his skin noisily from the impact. Johnny rams into the brim with heavy pointed thrust. Pushing trapped air out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. Cunt milking at his length to get what you want. “Daddy, inside! Inside me please!”

“Come on pretty baby, need you to cum first.” Johnny orders, fingers brushing past your hip to massage your clit. Arching back to meet his thrusts wildly, you scream louder. Climax hitting you harder than the last few. It numbs your nerves, shooting through your spine. Last bits of energy you have left used to grip around the length continuing to push past your closing walls.

“God! Fuck!” Johnny growls. Forcing his engorged cock inside you to reach his release. His grunts play like music, throaty and deep, congested by his overexertion. He presses flush to your ass with one more deep thrust. Full balls snuggly locked against your sensitive clit. Shivering even more beneath him despite your orgasm passing. His weight rests over your back compressing your chest to the bed. Hips jerking as he fucks you full with another load.

You contract around him, begging for more in-spite of how exhausted you are. Johnny licking and biting over one of your shoulder bones. He hisses, finally softening inside of you. Palms pushing on the bed around your body to lift off. You reach back again, grasping at his hips with a broken ‘no!’. Throat hurting and sounding more like a worn down speaker. He stills, holding himself up behind you.

“What’s wrong baby?” Johnny coos. He sounds just as drained as you. Biceps shaking to keep his body from crushing you.

“D-don’t..” you whisper. Face turning to rest on the bed more comfortably. “Please.”

Johnny blinks, taking in your marked up flesh. The bites painted on your shoulders, on his biceps as well. He nods even though you can’t see.

“I got you angel.” He reassures with a gentle hold around your midsection. Turning your figure slowly without slipping out of your core. He adjusts the both of you onto your side. Littering kisses over the extra deep bite marks he’s left behind.

“Thank you..” you say, muffled against the bed. Johnny strokes up your side. Caccooning your frame with his legs and arms wrapped around you. Whispering praises for how good you did.

He pecks your cheek, catching the corner of your eye with another kiss. “Have to let me clean you up princess. I can’t let you fall asleep like this, okay?”

“I know daddy..” you sigh. Squirming against him. His cock twitching inside, biting back a moan behind you. “Don’t want you to move yet, please?”

“Of course angel, anything for you.”

Johnny lets you nap on his cock despite the desire to fuck you again while you’re passed out. Saving the idea for another day in favor of letting you rest. Today had been a lot for the both of you.

Even half asleep he made sure to run you a bath before you could fall asleep again. Gently cleaning all the residual spit and cum left behind before easing you into one of his t-shirts. Too drowsy to even realize he’d switched you to his actual bedroom, curled around your back. Softly rubbing your hip until you’ve fully knocked out.

—————————————————-

The sound of Johnny’s knuckles cracking echoes throughout his home office. Computer chair creaking with every spring as he leans back and forth. Keys tap away beneath the tips of his fingers. Mumbling to himself as he replies to messages.

“So many emails to get through today. So many test results to sort through.” Johnny sighs. Whipping off his glasses to massage the skin between his brows. It wrinkles together, gathering in folds. The tip of his tongue dragging along the bottoms of his top row of teeth. He clears his throat, settling back in the luxurious leather office chair he’s stuck to most weekends grading papers.

“Daddy?” Your tiny voice carries, buried beneath the large wooden desk before him. Dreamy eyes gaze up from between his firm spread apart thighs. Your cheek nuzzles against the slacks he’s wearing today. Snug fitting, showing off each of his leg muscles with every anxious bounce of his heel. Dressing up to entice you with professional attire. In reality he barely ever did, weekends were spent in old sweats, some even torn at the seams.

Johnny’s chin tucks in, a hint of deeper creasing in his smile lines at the sound of your raspy broken voice. The evidence of tired used vocal chords. His brow quirks enough to encourage you to continue on without having to tell you.

“I can help you?” You flash him a smile, sniffing along the inseam of his slacks. Nose creeping closer to his upper thigh. Eyes falling shut as you pick up on hints of faded fabric softener scent still clinging to the material. Johnny’s freshly washed body exuding a clean masculine scent beneath. Triggering a frenzy in your sore throat to find what he focused on cleansing the most this morning.

“and how exactly could you help me princess?” Johnny asks wolfishly. Head tilted to the side with a doting look. Swooping two fingers through your hair enough to reveal your facial profile. Finally ending to rest between his thighs where his bulge grows warm and hard under your cheek. Nestled against it as if you’re ready for bed. Cuddled up to a stuffed teddy bear, naively innocent and alluring.

“I can help you destress.” Planting a kiss on his thickening length, you blink up hopeful he’ll approve your suggestion. Lightly lapping up the shape of his girth over his crotch. Pants suffocating his dick the longer he allowed you to soak up the area.

Johnny directed you to sit on your knees while he worked. Good girls listen to their daddy, especially if they expected a reward later. He pets the top of your head lovingly. Chin perched on his knee as you studied his every move. With only 10 minutes gone by, you had already grown impatient. Denied showering together this morning in favor of checking his work email. Johnny insisted you would have time for fun after he completed a few tasks. Aera wouldn’t be home until later in the day anyway.

“You really think you’re ready to take me down your little throat again?” Johnny tsks. Neck bending to the side with a look of contemplation. “You cried so much yesterday baby. Had me worried sick.”

He lets out a dramatic disappointed sigh. Tapping the tip of your nose as you scrunch in dismay. Pushing his ass forward until your face is plastered against his groin. Cheek damp with your saliva drenching through the material. You let out a sound of puzzlement, ready to protest. Johnny’s palm encasing the back of your neck. Large enough to instill fear, igniting a shiver down your spine. A small motion to remind you of how easily he can handle you.

“It’s going to take more to get your throat trained for me. You can’t even take me halfway without gagging.” He continues. Long digits squeezing up the column of your neck. The tips pressing down on the center until you gasp. “I don’t want to hurt you angel. Maybe you aren’t ready to take daddy’s cock again.”

“I am!” You struggle to move. Blaring him with a look of sheer panic. Gripping around his upper thighs with insistence. “Please! Want to make daddy feel good. Please let me try again. I’ll do anything.”

Johnny coo’s, dragging his hand into the back of your hair. Threaded between chunks of strands to get a good hold on you. A small tug that lets your scalp feel tender for no more than a second. Your tongue hangs out thirsty, panting with a pleading gaze. Laving the sealed zipper that keeps you away from what you want, what you need.

Gnawing at his lower lip, Johnny sweeps the drool pooling down your chin with his other hand. Fingers lifting to your opened lips for you to clean it off.

“You will do anything, won’t you princess?” He questions seriously. Eyebrows lifted up as he awaits your response.

“Anything..anything for you daddy.”

Johnny’s chest rises fully satisfied by your demure wanton tone. Completely submitted to him. His thumb rubs at your bottom lip, still swollen from the abuse your mouth endured just hours ago. Reaching for his zipper handle, inching it lower with your gaze trained on each unveil of his briefs underneath.

“This is lesson one baby.”

a/n: need to add that this is not proofed, as usual.

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee-me @jenoslutie @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @xxhoseoksie @kimsaerom @eleven23

@bbhentaisstuff @straykidsftnct

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of some of my favorite Louis rare pair fics as requested in this ask. You can find other rare pair fic recs including Louis rare pair fic recs here here and here. In this fic rec, I've tried to include fics that are not already on these lists! So you should find newer fics or ones that are just new to me or possibly some old favorites that I forgot on my other lists. You can find all my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Lilo-

Easy As All That (Go Around A Time Or Two) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 84k, Louis/Liam, sixth form au, coming out, internalized homophobia, first time, sexuality crisis, alcohol, angst, hurt/comfort, bullying)

Only Hate The Road When You're Missing Home by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(M, 49k, Louis/Liam, famous/not famous, famous Liam, not famous Louis, second chances, marriage, secrets, separation, secret relationship)

Miss Missing You by harriet_vane

(M, 16k, Liam/Louis, amnesia au, injured Louis, established relationship, car accident, misery, angst with a happy ending)

Blow Me Away by LadyAJ_13 /@ladyaj-13

(E, 6k, Louis/Liam, canon compliant, established relationship, touring, hotel rooms, bus sex, communication, oral sex, anal sex, bl, sexual frustration)

All I See Are Wings by Phillipa19 / @thedeliciousrude

(E, 5k, Louis/Liam, Victoria Secret fashion show au, model Louis, Victoria Secret angel Louis, solo singer Liam, lingerie, one night stand, smut)

Those Hometown Lights by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld

(E, 2k, Louis/Liam, friends to lovers au, masturbation, covid, zoom call, home from uni)

-Nouis-

Tommo the Tease by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, Louis/Niall, camboy au, camboy Louis, masturbation, alcohol, drunken confessions, friends to lovers)

-Tomlinshaw-

A Waltz For A Night by @magicalrocketships / sunsetmog

(E, 26k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon, small penis, embarrassment kink, kink negotiation, dom/sub, dom Nick, sub Louis, smut)

Somebody Hurt You (I Know A Place) by @writcraft / @writsgrimmyblog​

(E, 20k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon divergence, injured Louis, violence, homophobia, amnesia, coming out, smut, happy ending)

Press My Face Against the Clouds by Jiksa / @jiksax

(E, 7k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon, Norway, cabin, bed sharing, Northern Lights, angst with a happy ending, smut)

Three Cheers for Involuntary Attraction by checkthemargins

(E, 7k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, canon, enemies to lovers, accidental dating, smut)

Leo season by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 5k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, famous/not famous, famous Louis, set designer Nick, singer Louis, disaster gay Nick, fluff, banter, flirting)

Brighter This Time by Jiksa / @jiksax

(M, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw, bartender Nick, sad Louis, uni, heartbreak, first time, falling in love)

-Zouis-

New York Kiss by @quelsentiment​ / wordsnnotes

(M, 47k, Zayn/Louis, strangers to lovers au, famous/not famous, actor Louis, writer Zayn, NYC, character injury, hospital, meet cute, rap, music, arguments, covid, lockdown, Zayn pov, implied smut)

Favourite Boy, @quelsentiment​ / wordsnnotes

(T, 8k, Zayn/Louis, fwb au, pining, musician Louis, artist Zayn, London, music, banter, fluff, miscommunication)

Stuck In An Eternal Spring by @chrysopon​ / flamboyo

(T, 4k, Zayn/Louis, lockdown au, neighbors, strangers to lovers, smoking, loneliness, nostalgia, netflix and chill, happy ending, implied smut)

Slowly, Sadly, and Properly by @taggiecb​

(G, 3k, Zayn/Louis, exes to lovers au, post break up, angst, crying, Liam’s wedding, awkward situation, ambiguous ending)

When We Hold On (To the Past) by @louandhazaf​ / YesIsAWorld

(E, 3k, fallen angel Louis, fwb, drunk sex, learning to trust again, past Louis/Harry relationship and breakup, getting together)

-Other pairings-

My Home Is Your Body by @holdingthornsandroses / edensrose

(E, 15k, Louis/Henry Cavill, yes the ship name is made up, no don’t tell me differently lol, a/b/o, alpha Henry, omega Louis, exes to lovers, model Louis, lingerie, size kink, smut, bl)

Always Keep You Next To Me by @lululawrence​

(NR, 8k, Louis/Greg James, roadtrip au, twin Louis, grief/mourning, character death prior to fic, friends to lovers, bed sharing, hurt/comfort, no smut)

Interview with the vampire by @allwaswell16

(E, 6k, Louis/Rob Pattinson, a/b/o, alpha Rob, omega Louis, journalist Louis, canon Rob, interview, humor, twist, food, Paris, bad flirting, scenting, knotting, smut)

turn me up by @turnyourankle

(E, 3k, Louis/Luke Malak, strangers to lovers, club, handkerchief code, pwp, smut)

On-Call by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 1.5k, Louis/Greg James, established relationship au, doctor Louis, doctor Greg, hospital, phone sex, masturbation)

[dreadlockholiday]

Stucky Fic Rec List #2

by @dreadlockholiday

Another Rec List, source: my bookmarks.

Note: the FICS ARE ALL COMPLETE, while the SERIES CONTAINS SOME WIPS.

📖 Next Chapter by NachoDiablo - [Explicit; 15k words]

[Modern AU; Actor!Steve x Writer!Bucky; Tumblr Meet-Cute; Identity Porn; Bottom!Bucky]

Bucky’s life is at a bit of a standstill these days as he commits to embracing his inner hermit, brewing the perfect pour-over, and writing popular fanfic for the Avengers movie franchise. When he strikes up a friendship with Steve, the snarky yet earnest fan of his latest fic, he finds himself opening up for the first time in years. Things get more complicated, however, when Bucky realizes that Steve’s more than just an everyday fan of the Avengers. As he and Steve grow closer, Bucky will have to decide whether or not he’s ready to start moving forward again.

🥀 Just Like Before by romanticallyinept - [Explicit; 3,7k words]

[Canon Divergence; Dom!Steve x Sub!Bucky; Misunderstandings; Explicit Sexual Content; Angst with a Happy Ending]

It wasn’t ever something they talked about. Bucky never said, “I gotta let go sometimes,” and Steve never said he’d always be willing to take the reins. But they knew what worked for them, even without the conversations that Steve has read about, the ones that he knows, now, are so damn important.

He tries not to blame himself too much.

✨ Whenever You're Ready by @maddiewritesstucky - [Explicit; 5k words]

[Modern AU; Exes to Lovers; Getting Back Together; Emotional Sex; Love Confessions; Angst With a Happy Ending]

“Oh...”

It’s so soft, the sound Bucky makes. One tiny word, more breath than anything else, yet it somehow holds all the sentiment of 'of course' and 'how have I lived without this', and Steve is ruined for it.

He’s sixteen again, realising that want begins and ends with Bucky Barnes.

He is seventeen, discovering that the only thing better than getting his hands on Bucky, is getting his mouth on him.

He is eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty; bone-deep certain that for him, there will only ever be Bucky.

“Stevie,” Bucky sighs. He reaches gentle fingertips to brush the hair back off Steve’s forehead; traces the stretch of Steve’s lips around him with all the tender wonder of their youth.

...Steve is thirty-nine, and he will never come back from this.

☀️ For the Summer by steebadore, CoraRochester, art by @fadefilter - [Explicit; 44,2k words]

[Modern AU; Rich!Bucky x Carpenter!Steve; Exes to Lovers; Getting Back Together; Bottom!Bucky; Angst With a Happy Ending]

Fifteen years ago, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had been two teenagers in love, spending sweltering summers in Eagle Inlet, Steve's sleepy lakeside hometown way up in the Adirondacks. Sure, Bucky's rich family only came up in summertime, but they were off to college soon and they'd be together forever, right?

Not quite.

These days, Bucky's back in town for the summer and it turns out, some hurts—and firsts—are hard to get over.

🏆 Inspecting my bruises (I got them trying to save the world) by Dancey96, art by @deisderium - [Explicit; 34,7k words]

[Modern AU; PR Agent!Bucky x Martial Artist!Steve; Enemies to Lovers; Queer Awakening; Bottom!Bucky; Happy Ending]

In the world of mixed martial arts, the Avengers Combat Tournament is the next level of competition where the athletes are the best of the best and the fighting style is almost superhuman. With hopes to succeed in the sport, Steve Rogers is struggling to garner the attention he needs from the press. Enter Bucky Barnes, a public relations agent with no interest in ACT whatsoever, but with a growing fascination for Steve.

💌 14 Valentines by jehans - [Explicit; 18,9k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Delivery Guy!Bucky; Amputee Bucky; PTSD; Valentine's Day; Love at First Sight; Sub!Bucky; Bottom!Bucky; Rough Sex]

Someone is trying to woo Steve.

Every day in February leading up to Valentine's Day, Steve is sent an expensive, if a bit impersonal, gift from a secret admirer. And while he's less than impressed by this covert attempt to win his heart, he's very impressed by the sweet, funny, and deeply attractive delivery driver who brings these gifts to his door every day.

Bucky is amazing, and Steve is falling for him hard and fast, but each day that goes by is another day closer to Valentine's Day, and the expected end of his secret admirer's gifts. Steve had better figure out soon if Bucky's clear flirtation with him is serious, or if he's just in it for the chase. Because if he's serious, there are Things Steve would like to do...

🍁 On the nights you feel outnumbered, baby, I'll be out there somewhere by JJK - [Explicit; 12k words]

[Canon Divergence; Nomad!Steve x WW2!Bucky x Planet Hulk!Steve; Threesome M/M/M; Bottom!Bucky; Double Penetration]

“One of me’s not enough for you?” Rogers arched an eyebrow to match.

“Well, when there’s two on offer…” Bucky grinned.

=

or, a Nomad Steve / TFA Bucky / Planet Hulk Steve threesome fic

🐺 The Heart of My Own (burn it down low) by @minka-g - [Mature; 16k words]

[Fantasy AU; Shapeshifters; Russian Mythology and Folklore; Mythical Creatures; Mild Horror; Soulmates; Happy Ending]

As a boy of seven, Bucky sat at his babushka’s feet, listening to her croaky old voice talk of fairy tales and prophesies while her lips curled around a lit Laika, the smoke trickling from her nostrils like a tsmok from one of her stories.

His babushka was horror, and she was memory; a lingering link between a world Bucky’s mother hated and one he saw as fantastical and magical. She was the storyteller, the soothsayer and the bringer of Bucky’s dreams.

She also heralded his nightmares.

----

In a deep, dark forest, a city-weary delivery man finds more than he bargained for.

🌱 Into the Sky by Ellessey - [Teen; 3,9k words]

[Canon Divergence; Recovering!Bucky; Hurt/Comfort; Plants; Romantic Fluff]

"Maybe they were just duds," Steve says, his thumb moving gently over Bucky's hand. "We can get some more."

They were magic beans, that's what the package called them. They were supposed to sprout within a week. They were intended for ages five to ninety-five.

Maybe Bucky's just too goddamn old.

--

Bucky has precious little patience with himself (and even less for his horticultural endeavors), but Steve has more than enough to go around.

+ Bonus Series

🔪 Kinktober 2020 by @wayward-lives - [Explicit; 80,2k words]

Prompts filled: Handjob; Eating Out; Thigh Riding; Choking/Spanking; Daddy Kink; Blinfolded; Blowjob; Voyeurism; Accidental Stimulation; Knife Kink; Restraints; Fingering; Public Sex; Sixty-Nine; Size Difference; Toys; Begging; In the Kitchen; Double Penetration; Edging; Phone Sex; In the Shower/Tub; First Time; BDSM/Rough Sex; Caught Masturbating; Overstimulation; Orgy; Praise Kink; Dirty Talk; Mutual Masturbation; Dressed Up.

[soldouthaz]

hey! beneath the cut you’ll find a list of fics I've read and re-read this month. it’s been almost two months since my last rec so I thought I would update you guys just in case! 

as always, the fics are marked with their details as well as if it is b!L, b!H, or smut free. please make sure to pay attention to this if it’s something that you’re interested in and only interact with the ones that align with your tastes. be kind and considerate and always think about leaving a nice comment or kudos or reblog if you read! I think everyone could use some positivity right now :) 

I'm also putting together a list of halloween themed fics coming out in October so make sure to look out for that as well! 

happy reading! 

read this month 

✰ loving you’s a bloodsport by @rosesau 106k | royal au | no smut

harry is a bratty prince, louis is a guard who works in his palace, and niall is the only one who's got his life in control. as someone once said: this is not a love story, but love is in it. that is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

✰ take my whole life too by @goodmorninglou 18k | dom/sub | WIP | b!L

Louis knows three things, at the base of it all.

He likes when Harry hurts him. He doesn’t know why, not really, but he knows that he likes it. Likes giving up control, likes feeling small and taken care of, likes being praised for taking whatever Harry gives him for as long as he gives it.

He and Harry are meant to be. No matter what time they finally fall together, what day, what age, what place, the moment that they do, that’ll be it. It’s going to be them against everyone else, hand in hand for the rest of their lives. That’s been a given since they met. The half of Louis’ soul that’s missing is Harry’s.

And, sans those two things, he doesn’t really know much of anything at all.

✰ quiet people have the loudest minds by @2tiedships2 38k | a/b/o | heavily implied b!L

The one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

✰ there’s nothing like it, nothing at all by @falsegoodnight 15k | dom/sub | b!L | sequel

Harry isn’t ready for things to change, and the end is just the beginning.

✰ filthy musings by @smrwine 55k | one shots | b!L

A collection of drabbles for your reading pleasure.

✰ fuck u betta by @jacaranda-bloom 11k | PWP | b!L

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

OR the one where Harry likes the thrill of the chase, Louis likes to be chased, and everyone gets what they need… in the end.

✰ three days in february by @mercurial-madhouse / writing_practice 189k | slight magic | b!L

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

✰ works like a charm by @falsegoodnight 18k | hogwarts au | b!L

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

✰ kings by dolce_piccante 13k | marcel fic | no smut

Marcel receives an invitation to his ten year high school reunion, which brings up some painful memories of his youth. His lifelong best friend and roommate, Louis, is as supportive and kind as ever, but Marcel still has hesitations. Louis was Prom King. Marcel...was not.

Will Marcel make the reunion a night to remember with his former classmate, Zayn, who is newly wealthy, handsome, and reveals his childhood crush on Marcel? Or will Louis finally realize what everyone else has known all along?

✰ until by @allwaswell16 38k | cowboy harry | b!L

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

✰ tastes like strawberries by @sadaveniren 5k | a/b/o | b!L* 

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out. 

re-read this month

✰ until I found you by @comebackassholes / dimpled-halo  45k | a/b/o | b!H

Harry Styles is the popstar of the century, or so the media proclaims. He’s linked to every omega he’s seen with, donned as an alpha lothario who isn’t ready to settle down any time soon. His team works hard to publicise him as an alpha who can’t keep his knot in his pants, but not everything is as it seems.

Louis Tomlinson, an aspiring musician working as a porn star and camboy, is waiting for his big break. When he meets Harry Styles he can’t stand the alpha that only uses his power and fame to bed as many omegas as possible. He runs into him at a party and hopes to never see him again only to find that Harry’s assistant is dating Louis’ best friend. To make matters worse, Harry’s about to embark on a world tour and is in need of a guitarist at the last minute, an opportunity Zayn uses to put in a good word for Louis.

What happens when the opportunity that Louis has been waiting for finally comes, but at the price of having to share the stage with one Harry Styles?

✰ makes perfect by checkthemargins 8k | feminization | b!L

"What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?" Louis presses. "Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don't know, a pillow or something. Whatever it'd fit around."

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. "It's different, though, innit? When it's a real person. A pillow won't snog me."

"Why should it?" says Louis. "You can't even take its bra off."

✰ confessions of a fabricated alpha by @jaerie 18k | a/b/o | b!H

Famous alpha Harry Styles has a secret and paying an alpha to roleplay a relationship with him over the phone is the only way he can be himself.

✰ like a siren in the night by @crazyupsetter 24k | a/b/o | b!L

“There is an infestation in my home,” Louis hisses, righting himself quickly and pushing his way past Harry, heading directly for the kitchen. He’s rather haphazardly dressed himself, a coat thrown on over a loose flannel shirt and black pants, slippers on his feet.

Harry resists the urge to sigh, closing the door and trailing behind him slowly. “What kind of infestation?”

For all he knows, Louis is going to claim that there’s a ghost infestation. Harry has no idea what the end game is here – all he knows is that Louis has found at least three complaints a week to bring up since he’s been living on Harry’s property, and he’s been living here for six months.

It’s way too many fucking complaints, is what Harry is saying. Especially when most of them are ridiculous to start with.

fics that have been featured in #ficrecfriday so far

✰ loving you’s a bloodsport (x) 

✰ into the midnight sun (x)

✰ bruise you like a peach (x)

✰ push you out, pull you back in (x) 

+ 

if you guys need any more recs, please be sure to check out @cheershalo ‘s blog for her fic recs! they’re amazing and I can’t wait to see what other lists are coming soon!! :) 

happy reading! remember to be kind and keep calm <3

[lantur]

OOOOOOO TOP FIVE LANTUR FICS (i am aware this question is diabolical)

This IS diabolical!! Thank you for the ask anyway!

1) delicate - forever and always the fic of my heart. The accomplishment I'm most proud of. Aside from my own self-improvement and finding love, I've never worked this hard on anything, ever.

2) i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones - I never, ever, ever expected I would write a modern royai AU, but here we go! I have loved political dramas for the past 10 years of my life, and this is a marriage of two things I absolutely adore - royai and political dramas. I was not prepared for how much this AU would capture my heart and imagination.

3) let's fantasize on the other end of the line - phone sex, office sex, relationship development, and emotional intimacy! All of my favorite things. I had the time of my life writing this!

4) our days and nights are perfumed with obsession - I have such fond memories of binge writing this 15k oneshot over the course of ~5 days at the end of December, fueled by jasmine green tea. It was so. much. fun!!!!!!!!

5) It's so hard to pick one :( but I think I'm going to go with i'll do anything you say / if you say it with your hands - because of the tender and loving dom/sub; it was, again, so much fun to write (and, I think, the beginning of me throwing shame out of the window and leaning into how much I love this flavor of royai ;))

[fandom-sheep]

Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

[dcsart]

Thank you for 15k subs on Tapas, holy HECK!

Here's a phone lockscreen I made of Battam and Sal for y'all to enjoy and use, as well as some simple phone backgrounds to match. I couldn't do this without all of you, THANK YOU!

Here's where you can download the full res + not Tumblr compressed versions here!

[justalarryblog]

🖐And I know he’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb by @capturethesunset (3k) | Not Rated

Louis getting wrecked by jealous Harry.

🖐When I hear your cries, praying for life. (I will be there) by @brokenbeauty (5k) | Explicit

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo….. ;))))

🖐hop hop hop by orphan_account (3k) | Explicit

Suddenly, Harry’s slipping down his jeans, and Louis gasps as he’s met with a very unexpected but delicious sight. A mass of fur nestles between Harry’s cheeks, matching with the pink of the inner part of his bunny ears.

Or, the one in which Harry wears bunny ears and a bunny butt plug and Louis proceeds to fuck him.

🖐St. Austin’s School for Boys by @domtommo, @winsomefreak (100k) | Explicit

St. Austin’s School for Boys is a correction school for young men that uses corporal punishment as their means of discipline. After one too many infractions, Harry Styles is sent there till graduation. Upon arriving Harry meets his dorm advisor who also happens to be the first year sex-education teacher and footie coach, Louis Tomlinson. Harry falls in absolute adoration for the teacher and is all too ready to drop down onto his knees for him. During his stay he learns some very interesting things about himself… Welcome to St. Austin’s School for Boys, where the hallways are filled with love, drama, and sex.

Part 1 of St. Austin’s School for Boys

🖐jump in the deep end by @istajmaal (4k) | Explicit

Louis’s stomach lurches as he closes the last bit of distance, Harry’s nose settling between his arse cheeks and pushing them apart. Harry’s lips brush against the puckered skin around Louis’s hole in a kiss and Louis lets out a whine so high-pitched he barely recognizes it as coming from himself—what if I’m not clean enough, what if Harry hates it, what if Harry pushes me away—but then Harry’s long, wet tongue swoops in a circle around Louis’s rim and Louis feels like all the breath is knocked out of him. He grabs for Harry’s hand, still digging into his thigh, and squeezes over it, until Harry releases his vice grip on Louis’s thigh and laces his fingers through Louis’s.

or, Louis’s arse is a sensitive subject, so Harry approaches it gently. With his tongue.

🖐Yes Daddy, I Will by @recklessandbrave (9k) | Explicit

Louis smirks, arms crossed while admiring the scene in front of him. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him; desperate while blindfolded and tied up, and he was loving it. He feels drunk off the sight of his boyfriend spread out for him, naked, hard, and needy.

Or the one where Harry distracts Louis while he works and gets the punishment he deserves, and so badly wants.

Part 1 of Pastel

🖐strawberry milk fic by @Wankerville (158k) | Explicit

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.” or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

🖐One for Luck by @leavingonatrain (96k) | Explicit

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles’ deep, deep voice, he’s just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he’s officially back on Great Britain’s Olympic team. He’s also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there’s a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life’s grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

🖐driving instructor fic by @LoadedGunn (104k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

🖐His Submission Series by tonystankyall (orphan_account) (152k) | Mature

Louis Tomlinson lives in a world where Domination and Submission is a norm. When you are born you are either branded Sub or Dom. Subs get a little pink or blue, depeneding on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck. Doms get Red or Black, depending on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck.

Louis Tomlinson was branded with a Blue tattoo and his day has finally come. The day of his 18th birthday where he will be randomly assigned a Dom. This dom could range from younger to older, poorer to richer, and male to female. You never knew what you were going to get. Some Doms were more harsher and stricter than others. Louis didn’t want a harsh Dom to submit to.

Harry Styles was branded with a Black tattoo and he just recieved in the mail that he was finally getting a submissive. Harry was a 32 year old man, settled in, and very very rich. He’s been waiting for an assigned submissive to be chosen for him for a very long time. His Dom friend, Zayn, has gotten his submissive two years prior, a little spit fire irish boy, Niall.

*The rest is in the note*

🖐Loving You Is Free by @littlelouishiccups (91k) | Explicit

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

🖐sex shop fic (dildornado ‘verse) by @istajmaal, @LoadedGunn (96k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

🖐connoisseurs of comfort by @sky_reid (45k) | Explicit

louis has only really had his flat to himself for a few weeks when liam knocks on the door and brings him a new flatmate. this one turns out to be a bit different though.

🖐Dance Floor Whore by @ropewithnoanchor (7k) | Explicit

Louis and Harry go to a club while on tour to blow off some steam, but Harry gets too drunk and lets another man dance up on him in front of everyone. Louis takes him back to their hotel and spends the next morning punishing Harry, making Harry work to make it up to him.

🖐Give It Up To Me by @krisstylinson (8k) | Explicit

“You’re going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge,” he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

“And?” Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis’ arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. “What if I wanted you to?”

Or the cliché where Louis isn’t supposed to come but he does, and that can’t go unpunished in Harry’s eyes.

🖐Hold On To The Words You Spoke (Anchored Down In The Throat) by @justletmegohome (13k) | Explicit

“No, no. Louis, just stop. It’s not stupid, it’s never stupid. Believe it or not, I care. I care so much. Do you honestly think I’d still have my dick in your ass if I didn’t?”

Louis chuckles at that, but it’s sad, Harry notes it’s not right. “That will change when I tell you.”

“Never.” Harry kisses every bit of his face he can reach, he has no idea how that can help but he’s going to do it anyways.

“I don’t like the way I sound. ’S all,” Louis says in one breath, going coy as soon as he’s done speaking, his eyes casting downwards.

For a moment, Harry can’t believe his ears. Or the words Louis just said even if he can see them hanging in the air between them. Harry is not even sure if he listened He doesn’t want to believe them, maybe that’s why he’s having a hard time coming up with his own words.

*** Basically, Louis is loud. And then he isn’t. Harry ties him up to find out why. ***

🖐I’m Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by @Phillipa19 (6k) | Explicit

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

🖐leave you drowning until you reach for my hand by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

If Louis told him to do something that he really didn’t want to do, it would be different, but Louis’s never done that, never asked anything of Harry that he couldn’t handle. Except—except maybe this; to obey him without praise, reward, approval, or even mere acknowledgement.

🖐let’s talk about making love by @istajmaal (25k) | Explicit

“That’s my name, baby, I’m Louis.” The voice on the phone inhales sharply, then says, “Gonna take my cock now, princess?”

Harry lets out a high-pitched mhmm and shudders as he pulls his fingers out of his hole, groping for the vibrator. “Nice to meet you,” he says, feeling a bit dizzy with how hard his untouched cock is.

Louis is just a simple phone sex line operator, but to Harry, he’s Daddy.

🖐smile in slow motion by @istajmaal (24k) | Explicit

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry’s dom and maybe also his soulmate.

🖐so defiant, little one by orphan_account(4k)| Not Rated

Louis refuses to talk to Harry when the older man doesn’t buy him the necklace he wanted, and in return Harry teaches him to be grateful when they get home.

🖐To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

🖐turn you on, make you radiate by @ballsdeepinjesus (15k)| Explicit

When he presses inside for the first time in weeks, he’s pretty sure he sees stars behind his eyes at the staggering sensation of Harry’s body squeezing every inch of him. When he bottoms out, he stays buried inside for a minute just to catch his bearings, listening as Harry takes sharp breaths beneath him. When he finally feels like he’s under control, he presses his lips against Harry’s ear and whispers, “Are you ready husband?“

Harry throws his head back and groans. “Call me your spouse.”

[…or, a self-indulgent snapshot of hl’s sex lives over the course of 10+ years]

🖐Untitled sugardaddy fic by orphan_account (2k) | Explicit

Harry comes home from a long day at work and has his way with his baby. (That’s Louis.)

Or

The one with all the daddy kink sex and spanking. It’s pure pwp.

✨You can also check My Fic Tags for more fics! ✨