#they try to make them “sexier” i guess

[cursingtoji]

cw: band au, rockstar!geto x groupie!gf, slight manipulation?, car sex, oral. a/n: geto deserves a loser gf too. gojo version nanami version toji version

geto who has a rock band and though they’re quite small they already have a #1 fan: you.

the band is all you talk about, going to the point of making your own shirts and posters, you doodle the bands logo everywhere and, most importantly you don't miss a single concert.

by the end of it you're waiting next to the back door of the pub when the band comes out, as soon as you see suguru you call his name extending your little gift bag.

"woah for me? thanks, doll." he takes your chin and gives your glossy lips a peck that makes your heartbeat spike up and your face warm up. geto fucking suguru just kissed you!

during all that week you were on cloud nine, so distracted and giggly.

of course geto notices you, always in the front row and ready to give the band some gifts, he sees how you try to dress up as one of them before they even realize they have a visual identity.

geto likes having fangirls, if anything that’s the best sign that the band is doing well. till that point he never considered engaging to one in a more intimate level. after all, women were never a problem for him, fans or not.

the problem is when they think more of the relationship than it really is. geto has always made sure they knew that sleeping together and treating them well was not synonymous to committed relationship.

because he already is committed. to his music. so after spending the whole day trying to come up with a new song so the band may finally have a complete album to present to a record, he takes a frustrated break picking up his phone and to his dismay only finding a long message about how he hurt someone’s feelings.

“oh for fucks sake” he lets his phone fall on the couch and take his keys, this is not a good week to quit smoking.

“geto?” he hears a small voice calling him after he leaves the convenience store with a very much needed cigarette on his lips and nicotine in his system.

“oh hey” he recognizes you by name and face.

“you’re using the lighter” you point out enthusiastically, that was a limited edition you bought and gifted him.

“that’s right, you bought me this, did i say thank you?” he’s genuinely wondering, your face heats remembering the kiss.

“i-its no big deal” you brush it off, since he doesn’t seem to be in a rush you start to babble about one specific song and everything you loved about it, knowing he was the composer.

“do wanna go to my place?” he says after quietly listening to your passionate thoughts. you think steam is about to come out of your ears at how hot your face got.

geto throws away what’s left of his cigarette and takes your hand, not really waiting for a response since the heart in your eyes is pretty obvious.

“you’re so cute” he says with his face mushed into your breasts as he guides your movements on his lap. you never guessed when you came out this morning you would be riding your favorite guitarist’s dick a few hours later, if you knew you probably would’ve put a sexier lingerie. not that he would care, by the way he pushed your bottoms down all at once he probably didn’t even know what color your underwear was.

geto pulled your hair tilting your head to meet his mouth, he devoured you so intensely, so overwhelming… you came not even needing your clit to be touched, just by having him inside you and breathing into your mouth like that was enough.

for suguru it was all a power trip, when he saw you after a concert he knew it wouldn’t take you much sweet talking to get you in his car.

he quickly mumbled an excuse to meet the band at the bar later and in just a few minutes he had you bobbing your head down his cock, “just like that, gorgeous, so good” his head is thrown back as he moans softly.

and as the band grew more popular and they had to travel to other cities to perform he would always count on you to meet him at his hotel room.

“geto~” you mewl his name as he eats your pussy from behind so lewdly.

from the very first time you knew it was over for every other guy the moment he touched you. no matter what anyone said about geto, that he was using you, he would never marry you, you didn’t care. you would be his devotee as long as he wanted.

and geto got all he wanted, a pretty little thing that didn’t complain or asked too many questions and best of all: that loved his music and understood his work.

“i know, you have to practice” you kiss him one last time before gathering your clothing from the floor, the hints of him not wanting to stay over were all memorized at this point, so you turn your back at him and make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

but the usual sound of the door opening and closing never came, instead you saw him coming from behind to lace strong arms around your waist, “well maybe just tonight” he smells your hair and through the mirror he sees the tattoo bellow your belly button, just above the hem of your underwear. your prof of love: the logo of the band.

geto touches it and you giggle at the feathery feeling, like a tickle, he likes that sound. he likes you.

“i was thinking you should get another, right here” a finger caress your right ass cheek.

“the same one?” you ask confused.

“no, silly, something else” he gets down hands caressing your hips and kissing the extension of your butt, “my name.”

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

reactions of crew members seeing hickeys on your neck? who gave you the hickeys doesnt matter just in general you know

THE CREW MEMBERS REACTION TO SEEING HICKEYS ON READER;

Curly

- He doesn't really notice them at first tbh,it's when he is speaking to you face to face, that's when he notices the red marks on your neck.

- gets quiet, really quiet. and just looks at you.

- "y/n I hope you realise that there are some metrics of rules and ethics which are to be followed on the tulpar,i have no right to divulge in your personal life,but please try to keep it professional,and hey if there's anything bothering you,you can always come to me".

- but the reality couldn't be any more different,he is jealous as fuckk. He just asks you to stop doing whatever you're doing with someone else, rather than him,in a not so subtle manner.

Jimmy

- this horn dog noticed immediately, and kept on staring at the marks until it made you uncomfortable.

- "wow. I guess someone couldn't keep it in his pants after seeing you,well, can't blame him". And then smirks.

- continuosly pokes you about who it is from. "What's the shame in atleast telling me? C'mon who was it? Curly? Swansea? Hell was it Daisuke?"

- is super annoyed that someone before him, already managed to bag you. He absolutely has to know who's the guy who has the hots for you to make sure he can keep them away.

Swansea

- he's wayy too underpaid,and overage to give a fuck. He's had his fun during his time.

- "kids these days,*sigh*".

- does notice that the hickeys actually look...so good on you,it makes you look sexier.

- "i can't say I blame the guy who marked you as his,hell i would've done the same, considering the fact that you're such a pretty little thing,not my style but hell am I jealous!".

- doesn't really press on after that. He's got his wife at home. ( Lmfao )

Daisuke

- HE IS LIVID. HE IS GOING CRAZY.

- "WHATTT Y/NNNNN WHO DID THISSSSSS????".

- is incredibly jealous and wouldn't even try to hide it.

- "hey can I give you some?". *Wink*

- after that day,he practically clings on to you to prevent that from happening again lol.

Anya

- sees it, doesn't question anything.

- just hopes that it's not from jimmy.

[pinkteethmarks]

omg.. wait for your valentines event could you please to like frat/playboy! katsuki x soft/nerd! reader (who could also look so fucking hot and gorgeous omggg😫)

so basically they’re just at a party and katsuki finds the reader hot but doesn’t know it’s actually the reader so he goes up to them asking them their name and stuff and then he realizes he knows the reader from their classes together and also realizes he’s in love /w her 😫😫

playboy…frat boy,,,katsuki…. i’m… ugh melting. i love this man so much IM MELTINGGGG. also… aha… sorry for taking this long.. SCHOOL OS ACTUALLY KICK MY BUM BUM SIXTH FORM IS GETTING SERIOUS GUYSS!!! but i’ll put my whole attention into tasks again guys.. sorry if this is really bad lowkey think i’ve lost my sparkle for writing but dw it will come back soon!! suggestive, references to corruption kink, gender neutral reader, use of pretty, sexy, succubus (lmao). 1.1k words!

stephanie; katsuki bakugou

katsuki should be at the library with you right now, you both had agreed to go to continue doing research for the project you were assigned to do together, but katsuki had other plans.

one that involved a hell of a lot of alcohol, cheap valentines decorations and someone to… relax him for the night.

in all honesty, he was avoiding you. something weird was happening, where everytime you grazed him with your soft skin, every look you gave him with those sparkling eyes, all of it, all of you, were starting to make him feel off. as though he wanted to protect you, but also ruin you.

you’re just so delicate, everything about you is the complete opposite of him, kind, loving, gentle, sweet, something about it made him so… possessive of you.

he didn’t know when this actually started to appear, he just knew that the last time you spoke to him in class got him sweating buckets to the point where even fucking shoto (the most socially inept) realised something was off with him.

so, here he was, blowing you off and ignoring your texts to come here. alone. how fucking fun.

katsuki’s carmine eyes whisked through the crowd, trying to find someone who will help him forget all of his woe’s about you and whatever this weird feeling that was bubbling inside of him, until they landed on…you.

well, yes you, but it wasn’t like he knew it was you since you looked completely different.

you were perfect, outfit way too tight and body way too perfect. you looked down right sexy, practically like a succubus waiting to suck his soul but one that had some form of gentleness to you.

regardless, he wasn’t exactly waiting to figure you out, he just needed a quick fuck for the night to get his stress out.

and so, he began to do his signature party trick, the bump and surprise.

he began walking straight towards you, making sure that his gaze was not fixated on you but directly past you until he bumped into you from behind, causing a cute little gasp to leave your lips.

‘reminds me of yn.’ he thought to himself for a split second, quickly trying to rid himself of that thought, of you.

“huh, you bumped into me.” katsuki scoffed, pretending not to be completely flustered as you faced him because damn you looked sexier up close.

those eyes though, felt familiar, they seem to sparkle innocently as he looked at you.

“no, you bumped into me?” you responded softly despite the loud bass of the music almost drowning you out, yet his ear was trained to listen to you.

“guess i need your number so that we can sort this out later.” katsuki smirked, fishing his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you.

“you already have my number, remember? especially since you’re kinda blowing me off right now.” you pouted slightly as you sighed.

“wait, have we fucked before?” katsuki’s answered back confusingly, glancing between all the people he was blowing off right now on his phone and your face.

“what, no?! bakugou, do you not recognise me?” you scoffed.

“um, no?” katsuki gruffed out, tired of all these games. he just wanted to take you to his bed, set you down on the bed and ravage you.

“it’s me, y/n l/n?” you responded sassily, your hands on your hip as you rolled your eyes.

katsuki’s eyes widened, how, in any single universe did he approach you out of every single girl at this fucking function?

you didn’t look anything like you did in school, you were all dolled up, wore something that showed your figure and something that made you look so… fuckable.

not to say that you in school isn’t already a pretty little thing in katsuki’s eyes, but this party-look painted you in a whole different light that was intoxicating to him, dangerous even.

“there’s no way in hell, out of every girl i could’ve approached, it was.. you.” he spoke slowly.

“don’t make it sound like it’s such a terrible thing.” you cutely looked to the side, your face slightly falling.

fuck, even when you were upset you were cute as hell.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ katsuki thought frustratingly.

you kept invading his mind, etched into his soul and locked into his heart. nothing ever overshadowed his constant thoughts of you and no matter how much he tried to look at other people, flirt with others and get into bed with them, he truly couldn’t because every single time, his heart would come back to you.

he fucking hated it.

but, more so, he was scared of it and thus, scared of you.

not like he would ever admit that, he’s katsuki fucking bakugou for crying out loud.

“are you ok?” you asked him.

“i.. don’t fucking know. why are you everywhere, yn? i keep.. seeing you and thinking of you.” katsuki responded, his blush intensifying.

“what.. are you trying to say bakugou?” you looked confused.

“call me katsuki.” katsuki looked to the side, his face almost completely red now.

“ok, katsuki, what are you trying to say?” you asked once more.

ok, that was a mistake, if katsuki was flustered before, now he was completely ruined hearing his first name leave your pretty lips.

“i.. don’t know. it’s valentine’s day or whatever and for some reason the universe brought us together right now so, take a fucking guess.” katsuki scoffed.

“you want me?” you said excitedly, smiling widely as your once unattainable crush seemed to finally feel within your reach.

“depends on what your answer, damn it, katsuki bakugou does not get rejected.” his confidence was now increasing as he saw how elated you were at the prospect of being with him.

“only if you ask me properly.” you teased.

“fucks sake, ok, yn l/n, these past few project meetings had me feeling a type of way i never knew i could feel. you’re gorgeous, and i think now i realise that you aren’t only cute but sexy as fuck. not just that though, you’re kind, you’re smart, you have a hell of a lot of resilience and will power, all in all, you are the dream person for me. so, will you like, be my fucking valetines or something?” katsuki smirked

“yes!” you squealed, running to wrap your arms around his extremely toned torso.

katsuki was slightly surprised, of course he had been touched before - a hell of a lot of times actually - but, this hug you gave him just felt different. a lot more personal and intimate, oddly enough, he loved it all the same.

“you smell so good.” you sighed, immediately pausing as embarrassment flushes your entire being.

“is that so? wanna see how good i smell without these clothes on?” katsuki smirked.

“we just got together! also, i need you to promise me something.” you rolled your eyes yet your tone changed to something more sincere.

“yeah?”

“that you’ll stop with kissing all these other girls.” you sighed.

“kissing- honey, i do a lot more than kiss-“

“don’t wanna hear it! just want you to promise me you’ll stop.” you put your palm up to signify that you wanted him to stop.

“i promise.” katsuki replied, looking straight into your eyes, all that the present was warmth, kindness and love.

katsuki was new to this but he would definitely try, anything for you.

[scarybabe]

God the fact that every time you post it looks like someone morphed your belly to be even bigger is never not going to be amazing to me. The sheer amount of weight you've gained that has went to bulging out that gut, widening them thunder thighs, fattened up all your chins, and gave you such a perfect jiggly bubbler butt i couldn't imagine what you'd look like or how much sexier you'd be if you were bigger or pregnant. In my opinion you are the face and body of what feedees should be, a true feedee goddess

this is so fucking HOT 🥵

feel free to compare - I was biggest when I hit 300, idk what I weigh now but my belly, butt and boobs seem to have decreased the least compared to my peripheral weight (face, arms, legs) lol.

i can think of other creators who are far more exemplary than me 😅 but I stuck to my gains for over 3.5 years without any breaks and achieved all the goals I made for myself so i feel proud of that and satisfied 🥰.

eventually i may just identify as a stuffer again because i am not actively gaining anymore, I guess it depends on whether you recognize feedism as a fetish that describes your turn ons/desires with or without substantial weight gain. i know whenever I do my BBL next year i will try to gain a bit while i am healing to fluff it out and get the best results 💕 my ass is already perfect but it can always be fatter 😋 if pregnancy made me gain weight that would be hot too! I think getting stronger will help me maximize the time frame i can make pregnant content because I’ll have more energy to work.

[devonpink]

Conversion in the Deep

Far from land and deep in the sea, lives a world undiscovered by humanity. In an underwater kingdom where merpeople not only exist but thrive. Ruling over them is King Lyle, his wife, and his only offspring, Prince Dorian.

On the morning of his 25th birthday, Dorian was not his usual cheerful self but distressed, swimming back and forth in one of the castle's many gardens. "What kind of a birthday surprise was that?!" He was utterly flabbergasted over what his father had sprung on him only a half hour ago. "An arranged marriage?! With a mermaid, no less! When is he gonna get it through that thick head of his that I'm gay! Gay, gay gay!"

Unbeknownst to Dorian, his future bride, Princess Alana, was not far behind, watching and following him in curious wonderment. She couldn't help but eavesdrop. Neither could the royal guards. "It has to be a joke?" Dorian questioned, trying to keep his head on straight. "I'm sure that's what it is! There's no way my father is that-" Dorian was too lost in his own head to realize Alana had swam up behind him. So when he abruptly flipped around. Boom! They smacked right into one another, face-on. They were mere centimeters away from accidentally kissing, causing Dorian's face to immediately blush from embarrassment—he was redder than a cooked crab. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!"

"It's okay! I should have said something." Alana insisted, hoping to soothe Dorian's embarrassment. She smirked slightly, thoroughly amused with how awkwardly cute Dorian's nervous expression was. That pared with his muscular build making him even sexier. She swam back slightly to give them some breathing space, easing him further. However, she couldn't help but give in to her feminine wiles. "I hope you blush as cutiely on our wedding day."

"About that," Dorian anxiously gulped, assuming Alana was just kidding but didn't like the glimmer of sincere lust in her eye. He took a deep breath, hoping to reason with her. "Look, you must think this whole arrangement is as crazy as I do, right? I mean, we don't even know each other! It would never work out! I'm just not made for this kind of marriage!"

Alana looked confused, almost hurt by what he said—her heartbroken expression made Dorian uneasy, filling him with bizarre guilt. "Why not?"

Dorain gently grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to a nearby rock formation, out of the guard's sight. "I don't know how to break this to you other than spitting it right out: I'm gay. I'm incapable of giving you a happy marriage."

"Well, I wouldn't say that." Alana smiled slightly, inching herself closer to him. She laid her small hand on his massive bicep, making him unexpectedly quiver in titillation. "They don't call marriage hard work for no reason."

"What?" Dorain was surprised by her reaction or lack thereof. It's as if his confession went right over her head. "Didn't you hear me? I'm gay. Like, really gay!"

"You think you're the first?" Alana plainly said, brushing her fin against his. "It's not like this hasn't happened before. It has, and it's worked out." Dorian was stunned, frozen in disbelief but her calm demeanor. Throwing him off further, she swam around him, eyeing him like a delicious piece of meat. "Just take my parents for example."

Dorian's eyes lit up in shock, watching her confidently swim around him, trying hard not to stare at her perfect tits. "What do you mean?!"

"A long time ago, my father was in the same position you're in right now," Alana nonchalantly answered, stopping back in front of him. She seductively bit her bottom lip, still processing how unbelievably muscular Dorian was—a true muscle god.

"You mean, King Trenton is gay?!" Dorian questioned in disbelief. He couldn't figure Alana out or why he felt so funny. The more Alana talked the more smitten he weirdly became, confusing him more.

"He is, well, was. I guess you can say it's complicated, but love will do that. "Alana answered, her eyes kept making their way to his genital slit. She swam closer to him, forcing him back against the large rock formation behind him.

Inside Dorian was a swirling mess of emotions. He felt both frightened and turned on by her, which didn't make sense. He was gay, but her obvious lust for him was making him unbelievably horny. He suddenly felt overwhelmingly enamored with her as if a switch abruptly went off in his brain. "I don't understand?"

"I'm not surprised," Alama smirked, with an all-knowing look. She moved her hand up his ripped chest, making him quiver. She then gently grazed his firm nipples, which made him gasp. He was blushing uncontrollably. "God, you're so cute when you're nervous."

"Alana, please. I can't!" Dorian's heart was racing, enthralled with her heavenly touch. How could he want her so badly?

"Do you want me to show you?" Alana seductively asked, purposefully ignoring Dorian's growing concern. She moved her hand back down his perfectly toned body, heading for the genital slit in the front of his tail.

"Show me what?" Dorian asked, trying his best to keep his voice down to not draw the guard's attention. He wanted to moan so badly but kept it from coming out, which was hard to do. A few minutes ago, the idea of being in this type of situation with a mermaid repulsed him, but the reality of it only turned him on. It felt as if his body was acting on its own, out of his mental control. Was it primal instinct? Was it pure madness?

"Do you want me to show you exactly how my mother turned my gay father into a mermaid lover?" Alana rephrased, eyeing Dorian's plump lips in lustful hunger. She put her other arm around him, feeling up his manly backside. "How?" Dorian nervously asked, afraid yet intensely curious of the answer. Alana moved her hand over his slit, sensually rubbing it. His prehensile penis was in danger of popping out. "Oh, fuck." Dorian quietly moaned, trying not to alert the guard's attention. "Why aren't I stopping her?!" He thought. "Why does her touch feel so right? Why is her voice pure music to his ears? Why do I want to fuck her like a primal sea beast? How could I suddenly be so damn horny for a mermaid?!" He couldn't help but moan in sexual agony. "I don't understand why I feel so-?"

"Horny?" Alana answered, already knowing what he was gonna say. Her tone was dripping with lust, she was just as horny as he was.

Dorian sensually moaned again, unable to resist letting his massive prehensile penis finally emerge from its slit, all 13 inches of glorious man meat. Alana licked her lips, reached out her hand, and gently grasped it. Dorian moaned again, only this time more desperate. She stroked him, unable to believe the enormous size of his throbbing member. He instinctually grabbed her waist, unexpectedly loving how manly he instantly felt. They gazed at each other like lovers, as if they would passionately kiss at any moment.

"What's happening to me?" Dorian loudly pleaded, not caring if they got caught. Actually, the thought of his gay self getting caught with a mermaid was an unexpected turn-on. He then moaned loader, letting himself give in to his lust even more.

"My family's powers," Alana finally answered, after stroking him a bit more. "The mermaids in my family have a certain way with mermen. We can bring out whatever we want from them, able to mold them like clay. And the best part, the mermen love it. It's a win-win. Everybodys happy. Even if it takes a little persuading to get there." Alana slowed her stroking and played with the tip of his tapering penis with her finger, edging his lust even further. "You can't tell me it doesn't feel good, that I don't make you feel good."

Dorian moaned again in lustful agony, reluctantly loving how her finger teased his sensitive tip. None of it made sense, but he was starting to not care. All he knew was he felt good and beginning to enjoy himself. As hard as he tried, his lust was winning. He looked her straight in the eye, his gaze burning with passion. He didn't want her to stop. Damned it be her doing or not. He wanted more.

"There must be a part of you that's always secretly wanted to be normal, to be the prince your father always wanted." Alana picked her pace back up, grasping him tighter. She could sense his temptation to fully give in and was hellbent on making sure he did. "Allow me to make that secret desire a reality. Give in to me."

"Oh, fuck!" Dorian aggressively moaned, grasping the ridges of the rocks behind him. Her touch was pure heaven, winning him over. His gay resistance was hanging on by a tread.

"I'll be the perfect wife," Alana assured him, knowing she was close to fully having him. "And will make the most beautiful babies."

"Alana… I-" Dorian could barely speak, only able to moan in utter pleasure as Alana stroked him even faster. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the guards watching them with cocky grins.

"I want to breed with you," Alana hornily begged, wrapping her tail around his. Her smutty confession surprising Dorian but turning him on more.

"I want…" Dorian bit his lip, not wanting to let the rest of his words escape. The small part of himself that was resisting cried out, not wanting to give in. However, the second after Alana ripped off the shell bra off her huge tits to reveal her juicy nipples, it was over. Any last shred of resistance evaporated. With that, he finally let the truth bubbling inside him surface out of his quivering mouth. "I want to breed with you, too!!!"

And thus they finally kissed—french kissing, indulging themselves completely in their lust for one another. Her small feminine body against his massive masculine frame was electrifying. He plunged his rugged face into her huge soft tits, sucking on them like his life depended on it. Seconds later he had his thick fingers in her tight slit, making her moan like a merslut—fueling his testosterone even more. Never in his life had he felt so masculine. He didn't give a damn if the guards were watching. In fact, he wanted them to watch. He wished everyone was here to see him finally become a real man. Dorian figured this new way of thinking was all Alana's doing, but he didn't care. It felt too good to fight. Still gay or not, it didn't matter. He was hooked and couldn't wait till the wedding night.

[jupitermoontarot24]

👀 You vs Ex? 🍒

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Pile 1

Hello hi pile one. welcome to your reading. okay I heard that you are a walking sex symbol. you are sex, even if you don't view yourself like this maybe you wouldn't use these words to describe yourself but maybe you should. it seems like that's what this person and everyone else are thinking. yeah I think it's the way your lips look, the shape, the words that you use to speak. even the things you say on social media, it's very sexy and alluring. it's like this is a guaranteed good time is what I heard lol. yes sex world it's like you're going to leave satisfied in some type of way how could you not? Okay I don't even think this reading was supposed to be this sexual but when I asked my guides for pictures they gave me all sex pictures so I guess that's what we're doing. Okay I don't think people know what position you play in the bedroom and that makes you even sexier. Like whats up?, are you a bottom, are you a dominatrix, are you a submissive or do you channel all of them? I feel like people believe that you channel all of those things so it's like whatever you need pile one has it. yeah that's why it's sex world, because you have everything, people see you as a triple quadruple  threat  walking. Okay not to be slut shaming but their ex was a hoe. and I mean that in the traditional sense of like they fished for people and because of that they had a lot of bodies or just they've been through a lot of people. it seems like you are more an upper echelon person. like you don't have to fish you just sit and wait,  you are the trophy so it's like they're going to come to you regardless that you would never have to fish for that. you actually give your time and attention to one specific person that you like the most so it's a lot more meaningful than somebody who purposely tries to bring people in and go fishing for them. so it's like their ex probably brought in a lot of people that weren't good people or it was shallow connections because they went fishing for it and when you go fishing for something you really only can go based off of looks. you pick who you want whereas their EX was a lion so they kind of just ate whatever was near them and they chased it at that. yeah because the exe is coming up as the king of winds so they definitely were promiscuous. you could be aiming for a person people don't even know of. like does this person even exist people just don't know with you. so your relationships could be very private because people could think one thing and it's not that people don't know where you're aiming they might think that you're aiming in a Direction but they don't know what direction or what you're aiming at. well this person had to pointers so it's like they were aiming everywhere at the same time all the time. yeah it's nothing about being caught there's nothing special about being caught by their EX. checkout the rest on patreon where

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Pile 2 🍒

Okay so you and their ex could look really different. I don't know maybe this person doesn't have a type or you are just so beautiful that they want you regardless. but in this situation you are the main star and the ex is a feature like they're a background character. They're just there for moral support is what I heard LOL. Okay yeah the X is not even important it's just that they're there because in TV shows there's usually a X or there's background characters that's all they are. I'm not sure if that's how your person feels or if it's just true. Yeah so it's like the x is there but at the end of the day your person is focused on you. yes like you know that character that random policeman that might stop the main character in a high speed chase. The policeman might think they're important ? They are hot shot but nobody cares fr that's not a part of the plot at all. your person's the main character in their story but you're really the main character because you're the person that they're trying to get with that the audience has fell in love with. The hot girl. the character that already has an audience so it's like the main character is playing the co-star in your TV show because they're trying to get with you and they're trying to get you to pay attention to them. Like scott pilgram. Yes this person is trying to roll a dice they're trying to put their money in to see if they will get with you. You are so sexy you look like a little kitty cat, a doll like you are so sexy. but yeah you're the main character.  the ex is a background character. It doesn't matter how hard, how good looking the ex is nothing they could do that would bring them any more attention than to you.  your person what you do any day they can't stop looking at you they feel like you're their soulmate they love you everybody else is dead to them for the most part. if you ask your person they would say they don't have any exes they don't even matter if they do this person only think about you they future but you didn't care about no ex. check out the rest on patreon where

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Pile 3 🐝

Okay hiya.

 so you're a lot more thoughtful than their ex. you can move slower you could just be more mindful in the things that you do, you say and how you paint a picture. Yeah even in the picture that you chose is an outline of a body on a skyline. so it's like you could leave clues you could be more mysterious with your seduction. it's like you have to find me so its a riddle, it's a maze, it's sexy it's slow and  sensual. Oh I can tell your person is cute by the way they think about you. but it seems like you just appreciate Beauty in itself so  it's not just them specifically that you like but it's all that are that type. your person is a man they just like beautiful woman/ men the person is a woman you like beautiful men/women. so your person likes feeling a part of that because they're like pile threes enjoys Beauty so I must be beautiful and they have good taste so I must be very beautiful. they must think highly of me if they chosen for me to be their Muse or something that they think about/ the consider beautiful. This person felt like their ex was the black cat in the relationship. Yeah  your person could have been the golden retriever in this relationship and didn't want to be like maybe they're usually black cat. and that's not to say that you aren't the black cat because I feel like you are but maybe they just wanted it to be balanced. so if this is a woman they rather it be two black cats. but if your person was with a man maybe they felt like the roles were reversed. so even if this was a man that could have felt like their ex was too masculine and it made them feel like the black cat. take it how it resonates. checkout out the rest on patreon where

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Pile 4 💌

Okay so this ex could portray themselves as something that they're not. almost like a wolf in sheep's clothing is what I'm hearing. You hold your person hostage. it's like your person cannot Escape you they cannot get away from you. when they drink they think of you when they dream they think of you it's almost like that's a situation. this person could visit you on purpose so maybe they think about you on purpose, they get drunk just to think about you. they want to have fantasies about you. Okay so this person wants to give you all their money,  they like to work hard to provide for you. they want to have a family with you, they want to start a new chapter a new life with you. They are the type that they would give you their whole paycheck and let you spend it on what you want to, I mean other than house stuff of course. like they will give you the rest they would pay the bills and give you what's left. they're so thankful of you and you could keep a really nice house,  your house is clean, you have good Decor taste so it's like they wouldn't need anything so they would just give you money. they're really healthy with you as well as like you add life points to them. like they are very healthy. maybe you make this person want to be their best self even health-wise. sounds like whatever this person was doing before they left that in the past like even if they used to drink heavy stuff maybe now they just drink wine yeah they care about the health a lot more with you. this could be your twin flame. yes like you guys are the exact same person in different bodies that's how this person feels. it's like all their exes even their friends don't matter when it comes to you. like they rather build a whole lifestyle around you then to talk to anybody else. Okay so they're X was a hot girl and not a good way. this is somebody who would keep a rotation of people and act  single even if they weren't. so like your person might have been their favorite person or they actually were in a committed relationship but either way this  X always had another option laying around. they could have had a lot of options laying around because they pretended to be single even though they could have been actually planning to have a future with your person. checkout the rest on patreon where

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| MUSIC TO MY EARS - [ABBY ANDERSON] - CHAPTER THREE |

PAIRINGS: stoic!rugby player abby x musician fem!reader

SUMMARY: you and your new(ish) college roommate, Abby Anderson, have gotten into an argument. about what? unclear at the moment. but it's got Abby in a fit of shame. until late one night she hears you outside with someone whose voice she doesn't recognize and listens in.

WARNINGS: heyooo we are so fucking back! AND LOOKIE AT THAT TAG LIST AHHH THANK YOU FOR THE AMAZING RECEPTION SO FAR!!!! LOVE YOU ALL. im having so much fun writing this and watching this story spiral into absolute chaos. im honestly just trying to see how big i can make this story. much more pining this chapter but ooh girl we are getting sexier as we go, trust the process. mdni DUH. ive been wanting to write a pool scene. abby sure be falling in love. let me know if you guys are liking the structure so far, its pretty predictable. abby is snarkier and snarkier, but im always nervous to stay true to her character. let me know what yall like, and even mid story I am open to suggestions or if youre like that or this part wasnt fully fleshed out, why not let me know? im down. k have fun. bye. ALSO: i have a playlist brewing for this story. comment if you want it and ill post.

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Music To My Ears: Chapter 3

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There are tears drying on your chin when Abby abruptly stands up, pulling you up with her, towel still wrapped over your arms. 

She starts pulling clothes out of the depths of her closet and throwing them onto your bed.

“What are you doing?” You sniffle. 

“Put these on.”

“Your clothes won’t fit me. You have something called muscle mass.”

Abby let out a small snicker. “They’re from when I was, like, sixteen. They’ll fit,” she said.

“I have my own clothes, you know,” You gesture to your side of the room. “They’re actually about five feet away from me.”

“You’ll understand when we get there why I’m giving you my old clothes.”

“Are we hiking?”

“You hush.”

“Oh my god, is it paintball?”

“Yeah,” she says. “It’s paintball. The 24-hour paintball park is awaiting our arrival as we speak. How’d you guess?”

You smirk bashfully. “I’ll only put them on if you tell me what we’re doing.”

She plants herself a foot in front of you and tilts her head down. “You’re no fun.” She shoves one of her rugby sweatshirts into your stomach. “Let’s have fun. Actual fun. Come on, it’s the weekend for fuck’s sake. I just… I know a place.”

You lower the towel like a shawl around your elbows and walk over to your bed, as Abby’s eyes follow you. Seeing her, you jut your jaw out at her, waving your index finger in a circle. Abby's response was a bit delayed, she catches her eyes getting lost on your silhouette again, and struts slowly around to face her side. 

You sigh and put the clothes on. The feeling of warmth from the dry clothes covers your body with a chill and you’re nearly sedated with comfort. While Abby is still turned away, you bring the sleeve of her hoodie up to your nose and smell it as quietly as you could. 

“I’m ready,” you say.

Abby opens the door out to the hallway. Nobody’s out there. It’s nearly 1 am.

You still look both ways nervously, and Abby notes it, but neither of you say anything. She guides you down the hallway, the sound of her keys jangling against her thigh, hanging from the carabiner locked around her belt loop. She is sure to keep you close to her. Each time you sway or stumble a bit, she grabs your wrist and holds you up. Though, of course, you put a hand up every time to insist that you’re fine. 

You are still drunk. It is indeed still obvious. 

Abby turns a corner and halts the journey in front of a vending machine which blares with light in its dark corner. “Hold up, one second,” she says, as she inserts a dollar, some coins from her pocket, presses B7, grabs it from the bottom, takes your hand and puts the candy in it.

“Twix is my favorite,” you say.

“I know,” Abby says.

“You know?”

She hesitates and runs a shy hand over the back of her neck under her long braid. “I see wrappers in our trash sometimes.”

You pause with suspicious eyes. 

Abby gives a small laugh and looks away. “Whatever. Eat.”

You bite and it is as forgiving on your stomach as any midnight candy bar can be, especially after the amount of alcohol it's following.

Now, Abby pulls your hand from three paces ahead of you. She seems restless, happily so, in a way you had rarely seen her. Maybe only once or twice in hindsight.

You are already out the doors of your building and into the cool air of early spring. It is almost completely dark but the moon lights the pale sidewalk visibly enough. Once your eyes fully adjust, you can see Abby. Her braid swings back and forth across her back. 

After a ten minute walk through the main circle of campus, Abby takes one of the keys from her hip and opens the entrance of your school’s gym.

She checks your demeanor, and you meet her with a wide-eyed face that says: what the fuck?

“Just trust me,” she says and grabs your hand again, guiding you through the dark corridors and up the stairs, past the treadmills and weight machines. 

As you approach the top, a blue haze lights Abby’s face and then yours. It’s very quiet up there in the announcer’s box, and it looks down onto the college’s Olympic sized swimming pool. You’d only ever seen it from the doors on the bottom level. You remember the first time. People were splashing about in the water but it didn’t ruin the illusion for you. The smell of chlorine. The warm humidity that threatened its way out onto you. You, who stood firmly in the air conditioned hall, pleasantly zoned out on the swimmers.

Even from behind, Abby seems so eager to fulfill her spontaneous promise of a good time. A small smile grows on her face every now and then. You become very aware of your hand in hers. Hers is gruff and big and warm, her thumb securing around your fingers messily. It’s possible you merely imagine the vibration in the space between your palms. Her touch reignites the bliss of your drunkenness, and, again, you feel light on your feet. 

Abby pulls out a key and inserts it into the keyhole for a discreet door. It leads the two of you down two flights of stairs into a locker room with fresh towels piled up into neat stacks. She throws one at you: “Here.”

“No way,” you say. You realize you were so carried away you only now realized what she had brought you here to do.

“I didn’t bring you here for us not to swim.”

You smile big. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“I knew it would cheer you up.” Abby laughs. 

“Wait,” you think, “someone’s gonna be here. We’re gonna get kicked out.”

“No, we’re not,” she reassures, “I’m friends with the rec team. I asked for the after hours key so I can workout at night. I guess I just forgot to give them back.”

You look at her a little confused, moreso disbelieving. 

“No, really, I swear. Sometimes it’s nice to de-stress at night. Let off a little steam when no one’s around,” Abby says. You smirk and lift her sweatshirt over your head, revealing the light blue tank top Abby had given you.

“Don’t I know it,” you say under your breath.

“Oh?” Abby says. 

“You think I don’t notice when you don’t come back to the dorm until 5 am?” You say with a cocky tone. 

Then, she, too, pulls her sweater off. She was only wearing a thin bra and boxers. You were surprised she wore anything under it at all, given her track record. You quickly note the way you don’t squirm or turn away. Perhaps it’s just a matter of familiarity - you have been roommates for three months now - or, maybe, it’s the way she’s looking at you in this moment. “You notice?” 

The sudden turn of the question makes you stutter.

“I- I mean, the once or twice it's happened. Obviously.”

Instead of laughing at you this time, Abby just stands and looks at you thoughtfully. Intensely. 

“Whatever. Yeah, that was…” she finally says, shaking her head, with a twinge of something shadowing her tone and preventing her from finishing her sentence.  

The both of you have changed completely into her clothes, the clothes she didn’t think twice about letting you ruin with chlorine. You save her from whatever she didn’t want to say. “You could’ve at least told me to bring a swimsuit…” You say. 

“Yeah, well, it would’ve spoiled the surprise,” Abby says.

At the door leading to the pool, Abby turns back suddenly, stopping before speaking.

“Okay, listen. This is a sacred rite. No one besides me, and now you, has access to this place. No one knows I have the keys, and it needs to stay that way.” 

You nod. “Makes sense.”

“Because this will be really fucking fun.”

“Understood.”

“And, I’m showing it to you because you’re having a shitty, no-good night.”

You hold a salute up to your forehead. “Captain, I won't let you down.”

She rolls her eyes to your delight. “Come on.”

You find her hand in yours again. You can’t help but marvel at how natural it was - not because you are surprised - just because it still sends a shiver running down your spine.

The smell of chlorine washes over you and you breathe deep, closing your eyes and feeling the damp air warming your skin. Abby’s in front of you, hooking her phone up to a wire and resting it on the ledge of the spectator window. The speakers overhead start playing music. 

“Holy shit,” you say, looking at her with amazement and pointing up to the ceiling. The Rolling Stones' “She’s A Rainbow” rings out over the speakers and fills the space completely. A smile creeps onto your face, and once it’s there, it’s stuck. 

“How’d I do?” She asks.

You don’t answer but smile at your feet. You walk past her towards the edge of the concrete, sparing a devilish smirk her way right when your shoulders nearly graze each other. Only the pool lights are on, making the whole place shine with the blue dancing patterns of the water ripples. It reflects onto your face, and, when you look back at Abby, she is staring at you.

“You coming?” You ask. 

And Abby eyes dart away in shock, feeling scandalized and taking what you said entirely out of context. She can’t help it; a semblance of those words have been echoing in her head for the last three months, more or less. Jolting her awake from her dreams. Both sleeping and conscious. 

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The first dream happened about three weeks into living together.

Since that conversation in your room on your first night, neither of you tried to initiate conversation deeper than small talk. The explosive end to that night left you reluctant to speak to her at all and left Abby anxious to say the wrong thing. 

It was the beginning of the semester, anyway. Abby had a routine to establish and you were busy finding the right buildings around campus, keeping your head down, and practicing guitar. 

You hadn’t been able to anticipate her comings and goings. Mostly Abby left for her day without saying a word and came back in the same manner. When she returned in the evenings, you quickly traded the guitar on your lap for earphones while Abby read silently only feet away.

"You can keep playing, I don't mind" is the only thing Abby would sometimes say. "No, it's okay. I should probably just use the practice rooms anyway," was your usual response, if you said anything at all.

The first dream happened when Abby took an impromptu nap in the early afternoon while you were out.

Her dreams involved many strange things she could never comprehend and typically forgot soon after she woke. Yet, toward the end of this dream, she saw nothing but your face, eyes softly closed, there between her legs. It was no in-depth scene. No words. No kissing. Just you, licking a line from her knee up the skin of her inner thigh. 

Abby woke up with a gasp. She looked down to find there was wetness between her thighs, and momentarily she couldn’t distinguish what was and wasn’t real. She was almost convinced that you really were somewhere near, that somehow you had been there between her legs just a moment ago. But, the room was empty and the wetness had come from Abby, herself, of course. 

She found her hand was there, too, under her boxers, to meet her body with stiff, soaked fingers.

She laid there, staring at the ceiling, unsure of what to make of it, still hypnotized in her exhaustion.

She didn’t think about it. Abby began moving her fingers around in circles, her other hand placed on the top of her head, bottom lip tucked slightly under her front teeth. 

She closed her eyes and, without realizing, tried to prolong the feeling that seemed so real only moments ago. 

You popped into her mind. She quickened her pace.

There was something so indulgent about the image she had. It felt dirty. Naughty ideations of her own roommate was something she knew she’d feel guilty about later, a secret that could never be shared. She didn’t know where it had come from specifically, this need for you, but, honestly, she didn’t even try to interrogate it. She just exhaled hard through her nose as she tried to picture you more vividly. 

“Fuck…” She whispered to herself. The feeling built and built and she gripped onto her blanket, breathing hard. 

Just then, the key to your door started jangling. 

Abby stopped immediately, yanked out of her dream and her tiredness altogether. She pulled up the slightly pulled down pants and sat up. She grabbed the book off her desk, opened it to a random page and pretended to be lost in the story by the time you opened the door and walked inside.

She had startled you. 

“Oh, hey,” you said. 

Abby looked up over the page. “Hey.”

“I forgot I need these for my next class,” you explain while gathering two books from your desk and shoving them into your backpack.

“Hm,” she said, feigning disinterest.

You zipped up and turned to leave. “Alright. See you later,” you said but met Abby’s eyes which were already on you. You turned back. “Are you okay?” You asked.

“I’m fine. Why?”

“Oh, nothing, your face is all red.”

Abby just shrugged, at a complete loss for words.

“Okay,” you said without a second thought. “Well, bye.”

“Bye.”

Once you were gone, Abby tossed the book, turned over onto her stomach, and buried her head beneath her pillow. 

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The dreams, however, only got worse from there. Abby started waking up from dreams with her hand down her pants more often than not and, by morning, they delivered her a head full of thoughts she could barely acknowledge to herself. Dreams of you sitting in her lap, dreams of her fingers in your mouth, dreams of you panting into her ear. She had visions of what you’d look like astride her hips with a smile on your face. Impossible dreams of you seducing her in huge hot tubs, or at fancy dinners with her hand squeezing tight around your thigh under a tablecloth, a gala where you both get locked in the coat closet with nothing but time to kill. These dreams consumed her until late in the day.

If there was one thing Abby promised herself she wouldn’t do is fall in love with a straight girl. Especially her roommate, who she presumed kind of hated her. This new energy you brought to her made her so vulnerable in the dark hours of the night, she felt she had to release it before she got in too deep. 

So, she tried the gym. She started lifting uncharacteristically heavier. She started lifting until failure, until she had completely obliterated her muscles. Her teammates applauded her for her hard work, if only they knew the real reason for the fire lit under her ass.

It helped some. More like distracted her. But she knew the craving hadn’t fully subsided. It only took an hour for it to re-emerge. Sooner if she saw you walking to class or if you tried to spark conversation in the dorm, which was rare but nonetheless excited Abby when it did happen.

One time when you were both getting ready for bed, you turned to Abby and broke the silence.

“Hey, I was wondering…”

“What’s up?” Abby responded. The eagerness with which she asked was out of her control. 

“I, um, well, do you think you could show me around the gym sometime? I didn’t get to see it when I toured, and it’s so big. I’m honestly kind of intimidated-”

“Yes, yeah,” Abby said.

“Cool,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

A moment of silence passed. Abby’s heart raced with the prospect of getting to talk to you so much. Guide you around and show you the place. But in a second, she thought better of it. She needed to contain herself someway or another. 

“Yeah,” Abby continued. “They’ve got a great yoga studio, you know. One has classes and the other one is free for students to use anytime.”

You scoffed. Abby’s face was intentionally blank, waiting to see your reaction.

“Of course,” you said. “Of course, you assume I’d just want to do yoga.”

“I figure you’d want to see it.”

“Okay, well could you just show me the whole gym?”

“Yeah,” Abby said, recoiling from you a bit. She pushed through, wondered if perhaps she could make this worse for herself. Worsening the relationship could force the unwanted thoughts about you to subside entirely. “Sorry. You don’t strike me as a weightlifter.” 

You stopped and looked sharply her way.

“Okay. Forget I asked. I’ll find someone else.”

Just like that, another failed attempt at conversation was over. Her self-sabotage felt far less productive than she thought it would feel. All Abby felt was stupid. Her heart sank lower in her chest.

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Soon she became so scared of her sleeping self, worried that you'd hear her sleep talking your name or, dear god, catch her fucking herself while she dreamt about eating you out in the quiet section of a library. The idea was so mortifying to her that she nearly couldn’t sleep with you in the room at all, which was every night. 

She grew anxious, unable to control herself and unable to sleep. Practice became lackluster. Lifting felt ineffectual. Still, she knew she couldn’t let the levee break. She needed respite in any form and, eventually, Abby realized she was desperate. 

One day before rugby practice, she texted Nora, a girl Abby fucked on and off for a majority of her freshman year. Abby liked Nora because she was as impersonal about hooking up as Abby was. It was a clean-cut fuck buddy deal she knew she could rely on if she wanted.

The next Thursday, Nora took Abby in like an old friend. She sat her down and opened a bottle of wine, performed the pleasantries of simple conversation, caught up with school and sports and life, and eventually led Abby to the bedroom.

They knew what they were there to do.

In a blur, Abby found her arms wrapped around Nora's lower back as she pressed her face flesh to Nora's chest, guiding her through a sweaty orgasm which seemed satisfactory. 

When Nora tried to return the favor, Abby was completely dry. 

She had been mentally elsewhere since the moment she knocked on the door. 

She played it off as just being out of it, just wanting to please Nora that night. So, Abby haphazardly thanked her for the wine, as it was really the only thing Nora could give Abby that night besides for a spacious bed outside of the dorms, and they went to sleep.

But Abby could only stare up at the ceiling as Nora breathed heavily beside her in a deep sleep. 

She decided to walk back to the dorm. It was early and the sun was just starting to light up the sky. You were asleep, and when Abby closed the door, you sprawled out in your bed, strands of hair curled and scattered messily around your face. She watched you sleep for a second, feeling gross and cold and wired. She still couldn’t sleep, so she turned on her desk lamp and read in an attempt to forget her last two or three decisions.

When the sun was finally up, you turned over in your bed and pushed your covers down to your feet, stretching out until your hands hit the headboard. You saw Abby was already up, only reading in bed as you often found her.

“No gym today?” You yawned.

Abby looked over at you and just shook her head. 

“You look tired.”

“Good morning to you, too,” Abby said.

You nodded, grabbed your toiletry bag, and left. 

Half of Abby convinced herself you knew what she’d been doing the night before, which only made her feel dirtier. Moreover she believed that even if you knew, in agreement with how she wanted to keep things, you were totally indifferent.

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Abby’s logic wasn’t flawless. She thought she had been doing all the right things. She fucked it out of her system, as far as she was concerned, so after that she got right back into the swing of her routine. All excess feelings would surely go away. The dreams would stop. 

Yet, a week later, it was your face she saw through vertically moving weights, walking through the gym’s hallways that made Abby nearly drop the weights she had raised over her head. 

A blonde girl was walking with you. You seemed disinterested. 

Her name was Carol and she was another classical guitar major. She was the best in your music theory class and you clung to her when you realized not only was she a talented sight reader but she had the most lifeless and dull nature of anyone you had ever met. She was the exact friend you had hoped to meet.

She had also offered to show you around the gym when you asked. Admittedly, you didn’t need someone to tour guide you through the gym. You just didn’t want to go alone. 

Carol talked at you in great detail about the gym’s hours, what kinds of people one might find in certain areas, and how she tried pickleball once but couldn’t stand the instructor’s “overly-excited” approach to teaching.

You zoned out, clutched onto the straps of your backpack, and looked around at the gym. There were so many levels. A big hole in the wall right by the entrance that showcased the basketball courts, two yoga studios hidden around a corner on the second floor, the track that outlined the upper level, and, of course, the massive weightlifting section next to it. You tried to look away from it when Carol walked you past it just in case.

When she had taken you through most of it all, you stopped at the sight of double doors with small windows you could barely see through. 

“Is that the pool?” You asked, but you were already walking away by the time Carol could answer. 

You gazed eagerly at the swimmers who glided across the lap lanes with ease. There were sounds of whistles and people yelling out times. 

“Can anyone swim here or is it just for the swim team?” You asked and no one answered. 

You looked briefly behind you. Carol was gone. But, truthfully you didn’t care enough to go after her and continued staring at the splashes and glistening bodies in swimsuits, caps bobbing in and out of the water. The smell of the chlorine was so nostalgic. You let yourself breathe in and out, taking it all in, closing your eyes.

“It's just for the swim team, usually,” a voice said right behind you.

You jumped and turned to see who was inches away from you, closing you into the door behind you.

You exhaled. “Abby.”

“You swim?” She ignored your shock.

“Not, like, for exercise.”

“Hm,” Abby responded. “So, what are you doing here then?”

“Getting the tour I requested.”

“Yeah. From Carol, who’s never actually been here before.”

You momentarily look around for Carol but assume she must have left. You wonder how Abby even knew she was with you.

“Hey, she took a very riveting pickleball class here and has much to say about it,” you said. 

Abby smirked and moved from her close proximity to the space next to you. You both stayed there for a moment, just watching.

“She seems like a lot of fun.”

“She is,” you said a bit indignantly.

“I bet,” Abby said. “I had her in my Intro to College course last year. She’s very… organized?”

You sighed, eyes still fixed on the swim team. “Yeah, she’s kind of awful.” 

Abby couldn’t contain a laugh and you laughed with her. Out of all your conversations where she seemed to get on every one of your nerves, you were always kind to her. You turned away from the doors and Abby followed alongside as you walked together. 

“So,” Abby said, “why are you friends with her then?”

“She’s very smart. She’s nice enough.”

“Your standards for friendship are pretty low. No offense.” Abby swallowed at the thought of you taking offense. Of her taking it too far again. But this time you conceded.

“You could say that. I guess I like laying low.”

“Yeah, I see that. I can’t figure out why though.” You looked up at Abby to see if she’s fucking with you again but she looked genuine. It softened you. “I think you’re cool.”

“Thanks,” you said, looking from her to the floor again. “I just…I’ve had my fill of shitty friends before. I figure Carol is the boring kind of shitty and not the ‘ruin your life’ kind of shitty.”

“Christ,” Abby said. “I get that though.”

You looked at her to call bullshit. 

“No, really,” she continued. “If I had a dime for every time I’ve realized someone I considered a best friend was actually totally fucking awful, I’d have, like…”  

“Too many dimes?”

You smile. Abby smiled at having made you smile. 

“Too many fucking dimes,” Abby agreed and lingered on you, this laugh of yours in particular said, that’s so stupid, but you smiled anyway. She looked away and nervously stroked her neck. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry about what I said before. I see you lug, like, four guitars between classes everyday, so I had no right to say what I did, about me not taking you for a weightlifter. That was stupid.”

Abby’s breath got caught in her words. There was something about her that always made you sympathetic and made the corners of your mouth perk up. She went on.

“I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. Which… that’s my fault. If you ever want to hang out, though, outside of the dorm-” 

But your eyes tore from her and were suddenly down the hall, staring at a gaggle of girls talking to one of the front desk student workers. Your face went sullen and your body stunned. Abby tried to follow your gaze.

You went into a panic and your eyes darted around until they landed on Abby again. 

“I have to go,” you suddenly said. You swung around to Abby, seemingly hiding your face from them.

“Oh- sorry, did I-”

“But thanks for saying that. Yeah, we should,” you said, and Abby could sense your urgency to leave. “Do you wanna go to a party with me?”

Abby couldn’t hide her surprise. And pleasure. “Yes. Yeah,” she coughed. “Sure.”

“It’s a Valentine's Day party. I know it’s early in the month for that, but, yeah, Carol invited me and it seems like it might be fun, I sort of want to go but I don’t really want to go with…”

“Oh, yeah, no, fuck Carol. I’m down.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes opened brightly, at her and then anxiously to the doors behind you. “Okay, that’s great, amazing. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, see you.” 

And you were out the door. Abby noticed your head slightly turn away from the girls at the front desk. 

Abby’s eyes were wide. She let out a big breath and smiled to herself as she walked back to the weights. Yet, Abby found herself counting past her normal ten reps, so consumed by her thoughts that she couldn’t feel her muscles burning. Perhaps it was the moment you invited her to the party that Abby’s grand idea to repress her feelings had gone out the window. Maybe it was when you confided in her, in what small way it was, or the way you laughed at her being a smart ass that made her abandon the boundary she set for herself. Or, possibly, in the moments she spent watching you watch the swim team, Abby realized something she quietly knew since the day she met you: she couldn’t exercise or fuck her way out of this. 

Even if it all was to just be your friend, which she was slowly accepting it would be, it would be worth it to die on that hill. She would let herself die on that hill. Even if it broke her heart and you never were any the wiser. What else could she do? Abby had been a lost cause from the start. 

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In a glance, Abby’s memories stop short. She feels the same sense of hopefulness she did in her memory so she chooses not to reminisce further. Not when things feel so simple and good again.

It was hard enough for Abby to look you in the eyes. Every time she did, she felt like she was reading a book and your pages were turning so fast it made her dizzy. It’s how she feels as you ask again:

“You coming?” 

You’re half turned to face Abby on the pool’s edge with a hand outstretched to her and anticipation in your eyes. 

She comes in colors everywhere, she combs her hair, she's like a rainbow...

As if at peace with the restlessness you gave her, she looks over to you sweetly, cracking a girlish smile and releasing her hair from its braid.

“I’m not waiting for you!” You sing out. “Three! Two!”

Abby runs and cannonballs into the pool. 

A second later, Abby feels you explode into the water next to her and opens her eyes. The chlorine stings but she sees you clearly. The deep blue glow surrounds your body as you cascade through the water. Your eyes are squeezed shut drawing little lines of sunshine on the sides of your face, bubbles of air fluttering around you, escaping to the surface. 

Abby follows you up until you both find air. Two heads bobbing up and down. The noise of splashing calms. It’s just you and her. Both bodies are tensely aware of that fact. 

You hide the bottom half of your face in the water, looking away from Abby nervously. You can sense her eyes on you. It makes you freeze. The familiar heat runs up your neck. 

“Stop it.”

She shrugs, indecipherably.

“Okay,” she says.

But Abby doesn’t change a thing.

It all festers on your face. 

You take a breath and plunge down until water surrounds you completely, until you’ve held your breath so long that your heart beats louder than your thoughts, slowly and finally drowning them out.

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[asneakyfox]

talk about how the makeover plot from 2x06 doesn't make sense because ed is already attracted to stede is one of the weirdest takes in this fandom. i think a lot of the people who say that are almost certainly wrong about a lot of the other assumptions they make about this plotline, but this one isn't just an unjustified assumption, it is a straight up incorrect belief that is directly fully contradicted by the knowledge we have; the idea that the plotline would have implied ed wasn't attracted to stede without the makeover is explicitly, objectively wrong and we know this for a fact.

the exact premise of the makeover plot is that ed was already very intensely sexually attracted to stede: that's the whole concept, and this is not me making a guess, we know that for certain because it is one of the things samba explicitly told us about the plotline. the thing that triggered the makeover plot, the very first beat of the arc, was roach and wee john noticing that there's a lot of sexual tension going on between ed and stede! this means that there was pre-existing mutual sexual attraction, and a lot of it! that's what sexual tension means! the plotline would have if anything functioned to reinforce how much ed was already attracted to stede before the makeover happened, because the whole explicit concept is that if he hadn't been, nobody would have thought to do a makeover in the first place!

the concept of the makeover is that it is not something that happens because ed isn't attracted to stede, in fact it is the exact opposite of that, it is something that happens because ed is very clearly desperately attracted to stede and yet isn't acting on it and roach and wee john think he should act on the attraction he already has so that's what they think the makeover is going to "fix!" (the scare quotes are there because there is no reason to think the plotline would have ended up implying it did fix anything, but that's another issue entirely; that's at least just an unsupported assumption rather than one that outright contradicts what we know.) the premise that samba explicitly explained is not that roach and wee john are attempting to create sexual attraction where it previously did not exist, it's that they're saying "wow, ed is so extremely horny for stede already that i bet he could not resist stede dressing even 0.001% sexier than he already does, because he is so clearly already incredibly attracted to that man."

again, this is not me speculating or extrapolating or making educated guesses. this is what samba told us directly in the same quotes that are the reason we know this plotline ever existed at all. the entire premise was that wee john and roach decided on the makeover because an enormous amount of sexual tension was already present. this post has consisted entirely of me repeating the same concept over and over again in slightly different words like mojo jojo but given that people apparently didn't get it when samba said it in the first place i'm not sure what could possibly be necessary to communicate this.

it's entirely possible that there might be other good and valid reasons behind the decision to cut the plotline. if you want to make an argument that it was a good idea to cut the plotline i am sure you can come up with some possibilities if you try! but we can be absolutely sure that "because it would have implied ed wasn't already attracted to stede" was never one of them.

[okaylikeschaewon]

Exchange Part 3: All Eyes

~5k words, male reader, smut

The morning started off so peacefully, a false promise of what was to come - not that you had any idea. If only some divine power could have warned you, maybe you would have convinced Lisa to let you stay in the bed. Or perhaps you would have skipped the coffee and ran out before being roped into an act you’d regret to enjoy. Alas, it was out of your control - at least that’s what you would tell yourself later.

A ray of light, sneaking through the barely-opened curtains and landing on your face, gently woke you up. There was yet again a set of limbs wrapped around you - this time you double checked to make sure it was actually the correct girl - snugly comforting you like a soft blanket.

Your actual blanket felt heavier than normal as you turned your body slightly and gave Lisa a soft kiss on the cheek, watching her eyes slowly open up. Her warm smile filled your circulation with comfort, that blissful expression of hers. You turned over to face her properly, when suddenly you heard a scream as your blanket was yanked off the bed.

“Ow,” Jennie moaned, sitting up so that her head was peeking over the side of the bed.

Her messy hair accompanied by the loose shirt that only covered one shoulder was quite the look. It only got sexier when she stood up to reveal that the shirt was only accompanied by a very small pair of gray panties, one that left very little for the imagination as it creased between her legs.

“Why’d you kick me off the bed?” she whined, rubbing her head.

“Why were you on the bed?” Lisa laughed.

“You alright?” you asked, trying to show concern while holding back your own laugh.

Jennie climbed onto the bed between you and Lisa, cuddling into your open arms.

“No, kiss it better,” she said, making her voice all cutesy.

You kissed her forehead before rubbing it with your hand when suddenly you felt a hard smack on your own head.

“What was that for?” you gasped.

“I never said you can kiss her,” Lisa said sternly, sitting up in the bed.

“Oh, you only do what Lisa tells you to do now?” Jennie teased. “I guess you’re not as dominant as you act.”

“Is that so?” you said casually as you slid a hand down Jennie’s back, threatening a finger against her asshole.

“Do it,” she moaned, her fiery cat-eyes piercing you.

“How many others used this after I left, little slut?”

“Not a single one!” Jennie sighed, abruptly replacing the combative tone of her voice with one of pure exasperation. “Can you believe that? Even after watching you, they were still too scared.”

“What do you mean, when I left there was a line-”

“Yeah, for my throat, not my ass,” Jennie scoffed. “I always end up throating cocks all night at these parties.”

“True,” Lisa chimed in.

“Why don’t you just like, ask them to fuck your ass,” you laughed. “It’s not like they’d say no.”

“I know, but I wanted…” Jennie paused, thinking for a moment. “I guess I just wanted another surprise?”

“Like how I shoved my cock into your ass without telling you?”

“Excuse me, what?” Lisa’s eyebrows shot up. “Jisoo never told me about that part.”

“Yeah, can you believe your boyfriend surprise anal’d me?” Jennie asked while turning to Lisa.

“You better not even think about doing that to me,” Lisa said menacingly. “Do whatever you want with this slut, though.”

“Yeah, Lisa doesn’t like anal,” Jennie added casually.

“Noted,” you replied.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Lisa clarified. “I just need time to mentally prepare.”

“Lisa’s ass is really tight,” Jennie continued. “Too tight to put anything up there.”

“Noted as well,” you chuckled.

“It’s not too tight, you just suck at going slowly,” Lisa snapped back.

“It’s too tight,” Jennie fake-whispered to you so that Lisa could hear her.

Lisa gave Jennie a hard slap before yanking down her underwear and giving her bare ass another slap.

“Oooh Lisa,” Jennie teased her. “Your boyfriend spanked me harder than that.”

Lisa gave her a few more playful smacks which did nothing more than entice Jennie to stick her ass out even farther. Then she picked Jennie up by her hips, positioning the unruly girl on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed before raising her hand up high and bringing it back down.

“Ah, harder Lisa, harder!” Jennie moaned, her jaw hanging open as she stared at you with half-lidded eyes. “Punish me.”

A few slaps later and you could actually see a prominent red hue on Jennie’s cheeks - apparently Lisa was spanking her way harder than you realized. After one excessively loud spank, Jennie shrieked and fell forward flat on her stomach, her hands flinging behind her to cover herself.

“What the fuck,” Jennie cried, turning to Lisa.

“Hey you’re the one who said harder,” Lisa defended herself, smiling proudly.

“Not that hard,” Jennie whined, rubbing her ass.

“Aww I’m sorry,” Lisa ran her hand through Jennie’s hair. “One more?”

Jennie let out a heavy sigh, as if saying no wasn’t even an option.

“Fine.”

She moved her hands apart, exposing her bright red ass cheeks just for Lisa to send each one into a jiggling frenzy with a barrage of slaps, alternating between each cheek.

“Lisa, stop!” Jennie sobbed while trying to cover her ass again before giving up and rolling over onto her back.

“Oops,” Lisa giggled while Jennie glared at her. “Want my boyfriend to kiss it better?”

“No,” Jennie replied without hesitation. “I want you to kiss it better, he’s mean.”

“Hey, what did I do?”

“You stuck it in my butt without warning me last night,” Jennie replied while turning back over and sticking her ass up.

“Yeah and you literally just said you loved it,” you argued.

“Baby boy,” Lisa shushed you while slowly rubbing a finger across Jennie’s ass. “Give me a minute alone with her, please.”

Joining in, or even watching, was something you would have loved to do, but as per Lisa’s request, you got out of the bed. By the time you got to the door, both girls had stripped down, and Lisa’s face was already pressed into Jennie’s cheeks.

—

The coffee machine was borderline confusing with how many options there were. Such a machine probably cost thousands, easily, but for a room of this caliber it was just another drop in the bucket.

“I think you’re supposed to push the button that says pour.”

You turned towards the voice to find Jisoo smiling at you.

“Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

“A little sore,” she yawned, walking past you towards an unused bedroom. “Coming?”

The quest for coffee was abandoned as you followed her into her room, your groggy mind not immediately understanding the implication of her not sleeping in her own room last night.

“What ever happened with the solo stuff?” you asked, closing the door behind you. “I meant to ask you last night, but we got a bit distracted with…”

“With you taking my virginity?”

“Yeah…” you responded shyly.

“It’s going to happen.”

“That’s amazing!” you cheered, pulling her into a hug before quickly letting go. “Uh, sorry, that wasn’t appropriate.”

Jisoo covered her mouth while letting out an adorable giggle before grabbing onto you again.

“I’m so excited,” she squealed into your ear. “Thank you again.”

“You deserve it,” you rubbed her back warmly with one hand as your other hand stroked her hair. She looked so gorgeous this morning, you thought to yourself as the two of you parted; she absolutely had that morning-after glow.

“Can I ask you something?” Jisoo muttered quietly, staring tenderly into your eyes.

“Of course you can,” you replied as you reached forward, pushing her hair behind her ear to uncover her bright pink cheeks.

“Last night, you and Jennie…” she began hesitantly, suddenly too shy to look directly at you.

“Hey,” you grabbed her hands. “I want it to be clear that you can tell me anything without being embarrassed about it.”

“I…” she stammered, looking up into your eyes. “I don’t even know how to ask.”

“Just say it.”

She bit her lower lip before taking a deep breath.

“Can you be rough with my throat?” she mumbled.

“What…?”

“After you left last night,” she continued. “One by one, they all took her throat. Even the security guards took turns, again and again.”

“Did they make you…”

“No, nothing like that,” Jisoo replied softly, smiling lightly. “But the way I saw Jennie in that room with everyone lusting for her, I want that.”

“Believe me when I say this,” you said tenderly, massaging her hands with your fingers. “Whenever you’re in the room, all eyes are on you.”

“I don’t-” she began before you silenced her with a kiss.

“They are,” you whispered in front of her face. “You’re so beautiful, trust me when I say everyone is watching you.”

“You’re sweet,” Jisoo smiled warmly. “I could almost fall for you.”

“Almost?”

“Yeah, almost,” Jisoo repeated. “You’re Lisa’s.”

“Not this morning,” you laughed. “She just kicked me out for Jennie.”

“Don’t take it personally, those two do that a lot,” Jisoo smiled. “So, what do you say?”

“Alright so, don’t get me wrong,” you began carefully. “Honestly, I can’t imagine anyone with a cock passing up on the chance to… you know. But why?”

“I just feel like I have to…” Jisoo muttered under her breath. “To guarantee it…”

“What do you mean?” you asked while sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing Jisoo with you. “I thought everything was taken care of?”

“You were supposed to fuck me,” Jisoo’s voice trembled. “They assumed you would fuck me in front of all of them, that was the plan all along.”

“I…”

“They said it’ll happen,” she continued, her voice still shaky. “But it wouldn’t be the first false promise, I just have this feeling…”

“I’m so sorry,” you expressed your regret, feeling an overwhelming amount of sympathy for the beautiful girl before you.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Still.”

“That’s why last night I wanted you,” she said as her eyes began to tear up. “At least this way my first time would be on my terms.”

Hearing her story was painful, such a sweet girl did not deserve to go through this. Frustration and resentment towards her company began to really build up inside you.

“Anyway, they made some implications,” Jisoo choked up briefly before recomposing herself. “The person I have to convince likes deep-”

“I got it, you don’t have to say it,” you interjected, leaning back and sighing at the situation you were in. “Are you absolutely sure you want this?”

She nodded, her face basically begging for you to go through with it while still being full of fear.

“Then tell me,” you whispered softly. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to put your cock down my throat,” she whispered back, tilting her face 45 degrees and leaning forward.

Without hesitation, matched her movement in the opposite direction, pressing your lips tenderly against hers. You kissed her a couple more times before she leaned back, her eyes locking onto your crotch.

“Not yet,” you said softly, giving her shirt a little tug. “First take this off.”

She complied immediately, lifting her shirt off her head before standing up and dropping her shorts to the floor - no bra, just a pair of black panties. You wrapped your arms around her, grabbing two handfuls of her ass and squeezing.

“You’re absolutely certain, right?” you asked while sitting on the edge of the bed, only for her to immediately nod down at you. “Then get on your knees,” you instructed her, taking off your own shirt as she lowered herself between your legs.

Jisoo began to tug your underwear down, aided by you lifting your butt off the bed slightly, until they were down to your ankles. You kicked the undergarment to the side and took your cock in your hand, stroking it slowly to the sight of topless Jisoo on her knees.

“Take your time,” you instructed her as you let go of your cock.

Taking your advice, she leaned forward and took a hold of your shaft with one hand. She bent her face down and ran her tongue from your balls all the way up your length. Chills ran up your spine. Her tongue was so soft and warm. She licked up and down your cock until all sides had a thin layer of her saliva coating them, before letting go with her hand and slowly inserting your tip into her mouth.

“Try to go as deep as you can,” you whispered as you grabbed her hair, holding it up for her. “Don’t worry about going all the way yet, just do your best.”

With your cock spreading her lips, she nodded before slowly pressing forward. She made it about halfway before pausing for a moment. Then she jerked forward, getting about three quarters of your cock into her mouth before immediately pulling back and coughing.

“I told you not to worry about going all the way,” you said while gently stroking her hair. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she spat some saliva out of her mouth, landing on her bare thighs. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, it takes practice,” you reassured her before grabbing a handful of her hair again. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She took a deep breath before leaning forward again. This time her mouth was opened wider, and she slowly engulfed your cock. The warmth of her mouth felt amazing, but again she only made it as far as the first time before pulling back out and spitting again.

“It’s not easy,” you tried to encourage her. “You’re going to have to let it go down your throat, try to relax your neck.”

Once again she tried, putting your cock in her mouth, this time pushing even harder before violently pulling back out and coughing.

“I can’t do it,” she coughed. “It’s like there’s a wall.”

“As soon as it goes down your throat for the first time, it’ll become way easier,” you explained. “Do you want to keep trying, or do you want me to push?”

“I think I need you to push,” she answered after thinking about her options for a second.

“Alright, then put your hands on my thighs,” you instructed while standing up off the bed. “If you need me to let go, just tap my thigh.”

Jisoo nodded, placing her hands on your thighs before looking up at you. She almost looked excited behind the nervousness. You put your cock into her mouth again and held it there.

“Show me how you’ll tap.”

She gave your thighs a couple of light slaps.

“Good, just like that,” you said warmly before grabbing the back of her head with both hands.

Slowly, you pushed your cock into her mouth. You went deeper, until you were just past halfway, and then you held yourself there for a second. Her mouth was spread beautifully - ready to engulf your cock entirely.

After taking a deep breath, you pushed the back of Jisoo’s head and your hips at the same time, shoving your cock down her throat. Her eyes shot open, and tears immediately began to spill out the corners. You weren’t thrusting, simply holding your cock all the way down, watching as Jisoo’s nose pressed into your crotch.

She held on for a few seconds before frantically slapping your thighs. You immediately pulled back and let go of her head, and the second your cock left her mouth she began coughing. She slumped over, saliva spilling out of her lips onto her lap as her head was hanging down. Without speaking, you simply watched her for a second, worried that you went too far. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake.

“Jisoo, we can take a break.”

“No!” she shouted before getting embarrassed. “I just mean, I don’t need it.”

You sighed heavily before pulling her up off her knees and kissing her again.

“You’re doing great, it’s not easy the first time, and you managed to take it all.”

“For like two seconds,” she chuckled, wiping her eyes of any remaining tears.

“The first time is the hardest,” you reassured her. “New position?”

“Good idea, maybe it’ll be easier,” she nodded. “I think I still need your help though.”

“Lay on the bed,” you guided her so that she was laying on her back with her head at the edge of the mattress. You pulled her just a bit so that her head was hanging over the edge, unsupported by the bed. “If you need me to stop, tap the bed alright?”

“Okay,” she confirmed, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.

You walked right up in front of her and rubbed your cock against her pretty lips. Slowly, you pressed your tip into her mouth. The new position blocked most of your view of her face, but your gaze was fixated on the muscles in her neck.

Slowly, you pushed forward, inch by inch. You took your time, making sure Jisoo was comfortable - as comfortable as she could be with a cock entering her throat. Deeper and deeper, until you felt yourself at the entrance of her throat again.

Instead of pushing through with force, you slowly eased into her throat. She gagged once, making you stop just before your cock went all the way in, but she didn’t tap out. After giving her just a second to adjust, you pushed forward again until your entire cock was once again down her throat.

This time she didn’t panic. Carefully, you pulled your hips back until you were halfway out before pushing back in. Her whole body shook at times, yet still she endured. You started to move your hips back and forth, carefully watching her, observing the saliva making a mess all over her face.

All your efforts to make this work had distracted you from how amazing it felt - until now. The tightness of Jisoo’s throat around your tip suddenly flooded your senses. In and out you went, slowly but steadily, while words could not explain how amazing her mouth felt around your cock. The new angle made it considerably easy to push your cock down her neck; hopefully it was easier for her as well.

It was secretly the greatest blessing that she wasn’t tapping out. Her body was swaying back and forth with your movements, her tits sliding up and down just slightly. You couldn’t hold back, not with how good Jisoo’s mouth felt, and you found yourself leaning forward to get better leverage.

There was an incredible amount of wetness coating your shaft now - as well as Jisoo’s face. Each time you went in, your balls grazed against her nose, sticking to her skin slightly whenever you pulled back due to the spit that had accumulated all over her face.

Leaning forward, you took her tits into your palms and gently began caressing them. She had her hands balled up in fists, her knuckles white, but she didn’t tap out. You gave her nipples little pinches which seemed to relax her, or perhaps it simply redirected the discomfort away from her tight throat.

She opened her hands, laying them flat on the bed. You couldn’t help but notice a wet spot on her panties, it seemed she at least somewhat enjoyed this. Subtle gagging noises were escaping her mouth, but for the most part the only noise in the room was wetness of skin sliding against skin.

The fact that she was able to take your whole cock with ease already was incredible. Jisoo was incredible. You could feel yourself getting close to your climax as your cock gently poked the back of her mouth over and over again. It was almost time, you felt the tension building up all the way to your thighs, you were probably two or three thrusts away from launching your cum down her neck.

Then her body went into a frenzy as she started tapping the bed. Immediately, you pulled your cock out, not hesitating for a second. You crouched down and supported her head, softly sitting her up as she coughed spit all over her chin and torso.

“I felt like I couldn’t breathe,” Jisoo croaked while you rubbed her back gently. “I panicked.”

“Don’t worry,” you leaned over to grab some tissues off the side table. “Come here.”

She turned around on the bed and let you wipe the mess off her face. After tossing the tissues aside, you took a seat next to her on the bed and hugged her.

“Now do it harder, I know you’re holding back,” she insisted, wiping her eyes with the back of hand. “Please, I can take it.”

“I don’t…”

“He’s not going to be this gentle,” Jisoo pleaded. “This time, face fuck me until you cum.”

“Are you absolutely sure you want this?”

“Yes,” Jisoo answered firmly. “This time, no tapping out, fuck my throat until you cum no matter how much I protest.”

“Jisoo there’s no-”

“Please.”

After a heavy exhale, you grabbed her hand and pulled her over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. You lifted one leg onto the bed next to her, and with both hands on the back of her head, you looked down remorsefully into her eyes.

“I’m sorry for this,” you muttered before tightening your grip.

What happened next was the most satisfyingly painful dilemma you have ever experienced. On one hand, watching Jisoo’s body go limp as your hips slammed into her face felt wrong. Yet, the way her throat opened up and was comfortably accepting your cock just felt so right. No matter how hard you thrusted into her face, you made sure to stay aware of her hand, ready to stop as soon as she tapped.

But she never tapped.

Even as you pushed deeper and deeper, her entire head being pushed around like a glorified fleshlight, she never once showed any signs of giving up. For a bit, she had her eyes closed, focused entirely on keeping her jaw lax enough for your cock to ease into it.

For some time, she had her eyes open, unable to look up at you. Despite that, you could see the cogs turning in her mind, fresh thoughts filling the pretty girl each time your balls flopped against her chin. That slapping sound got wetter and wetter as Jisoo’s saliva refused to stay put. It spilled out of her lips through the slight gaps your cock wasn’t plugging.

There was a subtle hint of guilt, one that got worse when you focused on how amazing Jisoo’s throat felt. You ignored it, remembering that this was Jisoo’s request. In a way, you were doing her a favor, that’s what you told yourself as you watched your cock disappear into her mouth.

Her throat had been taking a relentless attack for a few minutes now, and she was still holding on without any signs of giving up. You, on the other hand, were nearing your own breaking point once again. It was impossible to hold on much longer without stopping entirely, but that was just as difficult as trying to hold on.

As your cock went all the way into her mouth, you held her face against your body for a few seconds, just long enough for her to start gagging. As soon as she did, you pulled your cock out entirely, a thick string of Jisoo’s saliva connecting it to her mouth.

She coughed heavily, spitting out the excess spit before looking up at you again and opening her mouth. You took the cue and plunged back in, going all the way to the balls. With a spin of your hand to wrap her hair around your fist, you fucked her throat a dozen or so more times before again holding your cock down her neck.

This time she held on for a bit longer, but again as soon as she started to gag you pulled out. You gave her less time to recover this time before again entering her mouth, making her deepthroat your cock a few times before repeating the sequence.

Each time you pulled out, you gave her less time to catch her breath. At this point, she wouldn’t even spit out, she would just take the short second to take a breath and let the saliva naturally drip out of her mouth and down onto her thighs while she prepared for the next barrage of throat fucking.

At this point you were only thrusting two or three times before holding, you knew any more than that would lead to you exploding in her mouth. After one particularly hefty gag, you decided it was time to test your theory after giving Jisoo an extra few seconds to catch her breath this time - she would need it.

With a firm grip on her hair, you pushed past her lips for what you figured would be the last time. Slowly, you pressed forward until yet again your cock was embedded into her throat. Then you pulled back all the way and started jamming your hips back and forth as hard as you could.

Jisoo started to moan loudly, her hand squeezing your thigh but never tapping out. You could see in her eyes that she was bracing herself for what you both knew was about to come. A few thrusts later, ending with one final crash, you started to release.

You kept your cock as far down her throat as physically possible, staring into her eyes as you throbbed into her mouth. Your cum immediately went down her neck, there was no need for swallowing at this point. Jisoo’s face was turning red, but she still never tapped out. You held your cock there until the very last pulse released, before slowly pulling out.

As soon as your cock left her mouth and you let go of her head, Jisoo hunched over and started coughing. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand before spitting on the floor some more. You turned around to grab a towel for her when you noticed the door was open.

“Wow,” Lisa whispered while Jennie was standing next to her with her mouth wide open in shock.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you quickly explained as Jennie walked past you and sat next to Jisoo, comforting her.

“That was… wow,” Lisa commented, still looking at you in pure shock.

“Jisoo that was so impressive,” Jennie gushed, wiping Jisoo’s chin for her.

“So,” Lisa began. “Want to explain why you just throat fucked the life out of Jisoo?”

“It was my idea,” Jisoo croaked from the bed.

Lisa turned to her, eyebrows raised, but Jennie was the one who spoke up.

“She has a meeting with him.”

As if that made all the sense in the world, Lisa suddenly understood everything.

“Ah, practice is a good idea, it’s better than going in for the first time without any,” Lisa commented casually before grabbing your hand.

You took one last look at Jisoo hunched over, still leaking saliva from her lips while Jennie patted her back, before letting Lisa pull you out of the room.

“Lisa,” you stopped walking, making Lisa look back over her shoulder curiously at you. “This person Jisoo was talking about… have you…?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…” you sighed heavily.

“It was different for me,” Lisa disclosed, giving your hand a little tug.

“Different how?”

“Look, he’s really into doing… basically what you just did to Jisoo,” Lisa continued. “But I’m his favorite member.”

“So what did he make you do?” you asked, following Lisa into a new bedroom.

“Turns out he also likes being on the receiving end,” Lisa giggled. “I rode his face until he nearly passed out.”

“For what it’s worth, he’s not the only one who’d be into that.”

“Is that so?” Lisa asked coyly, sliding a finger down your chest. “Who else would be?”

“Any other day,” you answered, struggling to match her energy. “Just not right now.”

“Come on now,” Lisa stepped back. “Don’t beat yourself up over what just happened, it’s going to help her in the long run.”

“Yeah it was easier to use that as an excuse when I was horny as hell watching you and Jennie fool around,” you sighed. “Of course I deluded myself as soon as Jisoo suggested it, but that wasn’t right.”

Lisa looked at you understandingly, expression full of sympathy.

“You didn’t do a bad thing.”

“Didn’t I?” you replied, making Lisa jump slightly as your voice was a bit louder than you intended. “Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t know I had it in me to do that to her.”

“You didn’t hurt her,” Lisa tried reassuring you. “She may be the least experienced out of us, but she’s still the strongest member.”

“I hope you’re right,” you sighed. “I can’t get her look out of my mind.”

“How about you think about something else for a second,” Lisa suggested. “Like perhaps this boyfriend girlfriend thing actually happening?”

“Do you mean it?”

“This morning when you kissed Jennie, I was joking about being jealous,” Lisa said genuinely. “But part of me kinda thought hey, what if our thing was real?”

“Even though you just walked in on me and Jisoo…?”

“That wouldn’t stop.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused by her intentions.

“These three are my closest friends in the world,” Lisa clarified. “If we began dating, you would have to be comfortable entertaining the idea that they’ll be involved sometimes.”

“Involved?”

“You know what I’m hinting at,” Lisa laughed as she jumped onto her bed. “As long as nothing happens behind my back.”

“Alright Lisa, I promise I’m not just saying this because of what you just said, but I’m down for this if you are.”

“Then it’s official, baby boy is now my boyfriend.”

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A/N:

Life. Has. Been. So. Busy! I seriously wish I had more time to write! It probably doesn't help that I'm currently working like like... 5(?) different fics at the same time. Little teaser, Private Manager is being worked on again, Photographer is still being worked on, KAMPFyre is still being worked on, and some others that I'm going to keep secret.

I was originally going to continue making these chapters 10k words long, but then I hit a really nice breaking point and it happend to be around 5k words. It got me thinking, if I'm going to keep writing more, why not just keep my general aim of 5k words?

So yeah, that's why this chapter might feel a bit shorter, but on the bright side I can reveal that I'm about 2k words deep into Chapter 4. Yup, turns out I enjoy writing this series, and apparently a lot of my readers like it as well, so I guess there's more coming! Plot stuff is already done for the next chapter (or two).

Anyway, thanks again everyone for being patient! Let me know if you guys are still enjoying this series (although I'll continue it at least for one or two more chapters either way because I personally enjoy writing it and have ideas still). By all means feel free to leave comments/messages/asks/whatever, I try to read all of them!

[olivianott]

THE LASERS ARE LOOKING

• AU DJ!Theo x fem!reader, all characters are adults

• explicit, not for minors, MDNI

• public sex

• I give you one try to guess what’s my fyp build of at the moment 😌

The music is loud. The air is foggy and you feel the pumping of the bass in your whole body. This rave was not your idea, your friends dragged you with them. Now you are actually grateful, it’s so much fun, finally letting go of your worries and losing yourself in the music for a while. Music so loud, you can’t hear your brain. Bliss.

And you did lose yourself, even in the space, suddenly separated from your friends, right up against the little podium where the DJ is jumping and dancing to his music. What a weirdo. Dressed in all black with a kind of tactical vest and a white mask on his head, you could only see his eyes through the black mesh. Hmmm… weird but kinda sexy, you must admit.

He is pumping his arms in the air, people around you losing their minds, you love the atmosphere of this place. For once you feel the animalistic nature of the people, sweat and heat, the eroticism takes you off guard a little bit but you like what you feel and you’ve been enjoying it all night. Lust. At one point you feel hands snake around your waist and roam against your hips and thighs. Yes. This is what you’ve been missing. You have been longing for a human touch for a while now and this place made you so horny, you did not even flinch when this… you turn your head to look behind your shoulder… man touched you. Oh, he is sexy. Dark eyes looking at you through hooded lids, slightly curly hair falling down onto his nose, while his hand is now traveling up through the center of your ribcage to settle on your neck, slightly turning your head so he can whisper right into your ear:

“I’ve never seen anything sexier than you dancing.” The funny thing was, now that he was wrapped around you, you could not jump and dance, you were both just slowly grinding against each other, ignoring the rhythm of the music and just swaying in your own world. You felt his hard cock against your ass, and his hands on your thighs felt like the most erotic gesture you could imagine. Your whole body started tingling when his mouth sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You opened your eyes, without even knowing when you’d closed them, and what you didn’t see was that there was another DJ up in the booth now. The music was still playing, however, so you didn’t feel like that was anything important.

You leaned your head back against your new friend's shoulder and ground your ass against his hips again, making yourself incredibly horny and your panties wet.

“I’m Theo by the way.”

You felt bold so you leaned in and whispered back into his ear:” Good, now I know what to scream when you fuck me finally.” His smirk was so devious and sexy, you felt like you’ll melt like a puddle at his feet. Somehow you both realized you were at the edge of the crowd now, near the corner, in the dark, only occasionally, a laser or a reflector passed through this space, illuminating you both for a second and then moving on again.

Perfect spot. Theo seemed to realize it too because his hands got bold, roaming from your hips, and thighs over the seem of your tight pants, sending a jolt through your clit and goosebumps all over your body. Slowly, as if to let you stop him, one of his hands played with the button on your pants. Finally opening it, one of his hands dipped into your pants and panties, finding your pussy soaked and ready.

“Oh fuck me.” You heard him groan and felt him squeezing your throat a little bit with his other hand, his cock grinding into your ass harder now.

“You’re fucking soaked, devolina, you’ve been desperate for this, haven’t you?”

Your moans thankfully lost to the music, you soared higher and higher with his fingers playing with your slick pussy, sliding erotically over your clit back and forth.

“Look at all these people, unaware. Does it turn you on that someone can easily look and see you enjoying my fingers in your pussy, you little slut?”

All you could do was groan and moan in response, Theo’s fingers now finding their way from your neck up into your mouth, pressing against your tongue, making you lose your fucking mind. The sensations got so intense, you’ve never felt like this, your whole body on fire, eyes closed, teeth clamping down on his fingers, pussy squeezing around nothing, desperately pulsing and clit firing sparks into your system, suddenly overloaded. A second of complete contentment, quiet, calm, and then your whole body arched against him, convulsing in ecstasy, you don’t know if you’re screaming, falling, or passing out, but Theo is holding you up, still flicking your clit, prolonging your orgasm and enjoying the pain of your teeth clamping on his fingers, shivers traveling through your whole body.

“My name on your lips is better than any music I can play. Maybe you’ll be my favorite instrument from now on.”

When you are more steady on your feet, he steps around you to look you in the eyes and says “I have to go play another set now, be sure to stand in front of the booth.” He ends with a wink and a smirk while putting his white mask back on.

FUCK.

When he climbs up to the booth, you watch him as he rolls his mask up over his mouth and puts his fingers in his mouth, theatrically licking his fingers. The crows goes wild with this and they don’t even know what he just did. You button up your pants and move through the people to stand in front of the booth, unbuttoning your bra under your shirt to continue the show. His only saving grace is the DJ booth hiding his uncomfortably packed pants.

As aslways, thank you for reading, hope you liked it.

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[hellsslibrary]

thanks for complying with my request sir!! anyway can i ask for the same headcanons but this time for hsr? namely for welt, jepard, dan heng, jin yuan ?? 🥺🫠💞

❀Sexual headcanons about Welt, Gepard, Dan Heng and Jing Yuan❀

DNI: minors.

!!Warnings: hair pulling, pet play, praise/humalitation, romantic, play with chest, handcuffs, bondage, breeding kink, oral sex, sex in the bathroom and forest, semi public sex, mirror sex, corsets (lol).

Welt.

Oh, Mother of God... I don't know who he is. He will probably be whatever you want. Dominant? Certainly. Submissive? Also good. But I guess he's more on the submissive side.

He is a little conservative in his views, so he likes more vanilla sex. But he absolutely doesn't mind trying something new and trying it if that's what you want.

Very romantic man! He loves to make you sexual surprises, just like from some popular romantic and erotic films or books.

He loves to praise you. Of course, he is pleased if you also praise him, he appreciates it very much and it excites him. But there's something more to him praising you. It excites him insanely, especially if you somehow react to his words.

Bondage kink~. I'm sure he would gladly be bound for you and let you do with him whatever your heart desires. Moreover, it will look wonderful in a bound state~.

He is quiet in bed. Sighs, heavy breathing, rare quiet moans and whines, but nothing more.

He has sensitive nipples (I've seen too many art, you won't convince me otherwise). So his nipples quickly become hard from almost any touch and movement, which makes him moan louder than usual.

I'm pretty sure he's never been bottom. So he was very interested in this experience and when he finally felt your cock in him... He immediately came from the sensation with a loud moan, which surprised the two of you.

He loves to hold hands during sex! It's so sweet and romantic, given that he likes the slower and more gentle pace, it makes the process even more enjoyable for him.

He is an adult male, so most likely he may have a breeding kink. He realizes that he won't get pregnant. But ... It's not bad to imagine, it's not bad not to dream, my dears.

He has good eyes, sorry, they are so beautiful (God, I admire them every day). And since he's sensitive, considering you're his first partner in his role as a bottom, he often starts rolling his eyes with a low moan—. I'm a simp, sorry.

He's insanely tired, so give him a massage sometime, starting gently on his torso and then taking it to something sexier, that'll probably relax him the best. Especially if it will be in the bathroom, in hot water and next to you.

Gepard.

Sub. Most submissive sub. He's just so obedient and timid and wonderful, just like a kitten. He's also probably a virgin, but I'm not sure about that.

Ahem, this brings me to the idea of pet play. Well, he's a Gepard anyway, so... He's a big cat, but unlike a cat, he's very obedient... And doesn't mind at all if you put him on a leash, hehe.

Pull him by his hair. By those beautiful blonde hair, he will moan at the top of his lungs with his beautiful and hot voice.

Kink for praise, especially if it somehow concerns him. For example, his muscular and lean body, pretty face, or his actions or words in relation to you (or to himself, if you want a show, hehe).

He's shy, like, very shy. He was focused all his life on preparing for the army, that he did not think about any romance or anything like that.

Everything you bring to his life is so new, but so interesting! So he is more than willing to try any of your ideas, even the most disgusting and perverted ones. Although some, like threesome or something like that, I suppose he will refuse. He wouldn't want anyone else involved in this.

Sex in the alleys~. Especially during his breaks or patrols. If you pull him into the alley at this time and quickly do what you want there, Mr. will come out of there afterwards completely shabby, but with such a blissful expression on his face, as if he had just been blessed by God himself.

He has great stamina, for obvious reasons. Like, really big. If you have too, then he is at your service, you can have fun with him until your stamina runs out.

I guess he likes to please you. Well, that is, oral sex, of course. He will gladly suck you off if you so wish or even if you do not wish. He just may have such a mood and desire.

A kind of kink for humiliation? He doesn't like humiliation as such, but... You know, he's a captain after all, and he kind of has to be such a cold, calculating man. But, if you tell him to say or do anything that goes against that description, it will be so humiliating and hot for him. Something like, for example, feminization or light humiliation.

An addition to the past is also if you put him in front of a mirror. And you will force him to look at his expression while you do something with him.

Dan Heng.

He is probably a sub. I just see him as such, all the cold guys in my mind are definitely submissive in one way or another. But at the same time, he will be the dominant if you want, but he will not offer it himself. He's a virgin, given his past, this shouldn't come as a surprise.

Just like Welt, he is quite quiet in bed, but he is talkative. That is, he quietly groans, whines, whimpers, breathes quickly and speaks, and this all happens often, but quietly, obviously.

Prefers soft sex rather than rough. He likes to be praised for his actions, calling him a good boy, but he never says it.

Although he also doesn't mind being humiliated if you're into that sort of thing. But still praise him sometimes, he needs it :(.

He loves to ride you. He just really likes the feeling of your cock going straight into him while he grabs your chest/shoulders/belly and so on. And he loves looking at your face with a look of pleasure underneath.

Handcuffs. Fuck, Dan Heng is in handcuffs, this is a divine sight. His hands are behind his back or above his head, handcuffed, constantly rattling from the sound of metal from each other, mixed with his moans and sobs...

Archives~. Well, or his bedroom, lol. While he is adding something to the database, approach him discreetly and take him right there and then, it will be one of the most intense orgasms that he has ever experienced.

Loves hickeys and bites on his body! It is on the body, where no one except you will see it. His thighs, torso, arms and so on. He just loves to share something so intimate with you that only the two of you know about.

He loves sex in nature. There is something so intimate and loving when you fuck, for example, in a forest or a glade and so on. Especially if it happens at a later time.

(Spoilers for the 1.2 main story!) His Imbibitor Lunae form... His pretty horns are just pulling, dammit. I want to fuck him by pulling those wonderful horns, making him arch his back with a moan and fuck... This man so hot :(.

I once read that the best cure after having a nightmare is oral sex (Although this is obviously nonsense, I suppose...). But you imagine it with him... He wakes up in the middle of the night when he once again dreams of a sexy man with boobs, heavier than watermelons, who wants to kill him and you gently suck him off, gradually calming him down.

Jing Yuan.

He... I don't know, it's a tough decision, really. I believe he is a switch, more leaning towards the dominant side, but again I'm not sure about that.

Who really has experience is him... After all, how fucking old is he? Nobody knows this, so we can only guess.

His corset is ಥ_ಥ. Fuck, I love men in corsets, and men in general. But! Imagine~. How do you fuck him while pulling on that corset while pressing on the bulge in his stomach while he grabs onto anything~.

His hair—. (Don't say you've never been tangled in his hair.) He just loves when you pull on those wonderful, long, snow-white hair. Especially when you pull that ponytail over your arm and fuck him like that.

He prefers a rougher and edgier tempo, as well as sex in general, more rough and edgy. Although of course, slowly and carefully is also good for him!

He loves missionary, or missionary-like positions in one way or another, because he loves to put his legs around your waist while you thrust into him.

Random headcanon, but ever since there was a meme about him being a literal Disney princess because of the amount of animals and birds that surrounds him, then imagine that you are fucking, and a finch sits on him and looks at all this, breaking all its worldview.

He loves kissing during sex, and kissing in general. Especially deep kisses, with tongues and all! He'll never miss a chance to kiss you like that, even if he has to do 360 degrees, he'll do it.

Squeeze his hands over his head. It doesn't even matter if one of your arms can't wrap around his two. Just do it. He finds something insanely sexy and funny about your display of dominance.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Remus woke up with a gentle touch. Warm fingertips were tracing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. It felt incredibly good.

Remus was comfortable and pleased as well. He was well rested. Soft blankets covered him, there was a nice smell in the air. And he could feel the warm sun on his face.

The fingertips finished caressing his cheek and hair, then went from the end of neck all the way down his back to his butt cheeks. A good spank woke him from his trance in which he was definitely falling asleep again.

Remus smiled. He remembered who was responsible for the touch. And no, this time it was not a dream.

"What are you doing? I'm trying to sleep" he mumbled, still with his eyes closed.

"Stop looking this good then"

God, wasn't this the most sexy hoarse voice he had ever heard? Remus opened his eyes to find an even sexier face, staring back at him.

It wasn't a dream.

Remus could be easily confused. Because how many times he had dreamed with something like this. But what told Remus that this was real, was the fact that not even the most detailed and imaginative dreams, could compete with Sirius Black's real beauty.

Sirius was a mess. He was naked and sweaty. His hair was wild with locks of hair going everywhere. His cheeks slightly red because he was warm and vulnerable.

Remus had seen him in his best. All clean, combed and well dressed. With his determined expression and his cheeky smile. So gorgeous that many people around him had turned to look, had swooned and sighed. But Remus could trade that Sirius for this one any time.

This Sirius seemed more real.

"Good morning, I guess?"

"It's past noon" Sirius said. Remus shrugged. Then Sirius added: "Good morning, Moons"

It was as if Remus had begged and demanded with his mind. The kiss he wanted was given immediately. Those delicious lips.

Last night had been a big step for the pair of boys. Remus still couldn't believe it.

After being secretly in love with Sirius for years, being his best friend and pining for him, then secretly snogging him without knowing what Sirius felt or if this was just a game for him; Sirius had finally vomited his feelings for Remus.

"I love you! Of course I love you, I've always had" he had said. What happened next didn't give them space to talk about feelings. They focused on touching, kissing, and giving each other pleasure. Their mouths too busy to speak except for a few neccesary words or involuntary moans.

Apparently now, after they were done, well rested and satisfied, they still didn't have words. Sirius was still communicating through touches. Remus couldn't stop staring. As if Sirius would disappear anytime soon if he blinked too much.

"What are you thinking?" Remus asked, because Sirius's thoughts were loud.

"Amm..." Sirius's smile gave Remus nice goosebumps "That we stepped over the friendship line, didn't we?"

Remus almost laughed "I think we did that a long time ago, Pads"

Sirius anwered with a smile. But Remus could sense he was worried.

"Do you regret last night?"

"No!" Sirius stroke his cheek "Never!" he claimed "You?"

Remus shook his head.

"I know that was your first time"

Remus knew most people had awkward first times that they regretted. Sirius as well. Not Remus. Even with his dysphoria, his hatred for his body and the fact that he had to keep wearing his binder, the night was amazing. With Sirius it was amazing, even the awkward parts.

"It was a perfect first time"

That made Sirius beam and Remus was happy.

"So what happens now?"

The question both of them were scared to ask, but somebody had to do it. Because they had done the impossible to make this be casual and it didn't turn out okay. They weren't just friends. There were a lot of other feelings involved.

Sirius chuckled, kind of embarrassed. Remus was a little bit more in love.

All Remus had to do was to pop out the question.

Although Sirius spoke first just when Remus got the courage.

"I think I was doomed from the very first second I saw you"

Those words left Remus speechless.

"It took me a long time to realize it and admit to myself" Sirius added, licking his lips "But they were there. My feelings for you, all the time"

It was crazy to hear this since Remus had believed his feelings were unreciprocated. Lucky, he thought himself to even have the chance to kiss Sirius, or even being his friend.

Sirius touched Remus's hair carefully and the latter closed his eyes as a way to receive the pleasure it gave him.

"Moony," Sirius whispered. That nickname, spoken from Sirius's lips so many times in a playfull way, in a needy way. in a craving way like last night. Now it sounded like nice melody on Sirius's mouth "I do want to... I want be with you..." and how much it cost Sirius to say it so it was appreciated "I'm just scared"

Remus opened his eyes then. He wanted to do something to take that worried expression from the boy in front of him. Go back to when he was smiling before he closed his eyes.

"Scared of what?" It was Remus's turn to touch his face now "Of me?"

Sirius shook his head vehemently.

"Of course not" he answered "Of many things. Other things"

"What things?"

Remus had been angry for a long time with Sirius. Unfairly. Sirius had kept their thing hidden, he was a coward. Sirius just saw their kisses as fun and nothing else, he was a coward.

Remus was openly gay and queer. He had been rejected and discriminated to many times he was used to it. He didn't care anymore. Remus hadn't understand why Sirius wasn't the same. He called himself such a rebel, a rule breaker. Then why was it so difficult to just be with him?

Remus had been selfish.

"I keep hurting you, Remus" Sirius said with a sad tone "You don't deserve this"

Remus shook his head immediately.

"We've discussed this" he answered "You told me you didn't want a relationship and I commited to that"

"I could hurt you again" Sirius added "I'm impulsive, and reckless"

"You have a good heart with lots of love to give"

"I could do something stupid one day and hurt you"

"Then don't" Remus said quickly "Simple as that, is that it?"

Sirius smiled at him. That smile that said "Wanker". But no. Remus wasn't going to let Sirius think he wasn't worthy for him. He was everything.

"I don't know if I fancy boys"

Remus ignored the voice inside of him that told him he wasn't a real boy anyway.

"What I mean is that I don't know if I only fancy boys" Sirius added quickly "I've liked girls genuinely. And I think I've liked boys..." he said going into his memory "I think I've had a crush on one of my Uncle's boyfriends"

That made Remus give him a relaxing smile.

"Really?"

Sirius shrugged trying to hide away how embarrassed he looked.

"I just know that I like you the most"

That was enough for Remus.

"But people are going to ask me if I am gay or bi or... I don't even know what more there is..."

Sirius was adorable.

"I don't think I am ready to be treated differently"

Remus was used to it. The stares, the comments, the slurs. Sirius was a star. The bad boy womanizer every girl wanted to be with.

"You don't have to figure out anything now" Remus explained "And I am going to teach you how to laugh of people's comments and stares"

Sirius seemed more relaxed with that.

"Do you want to be with me?" Remus asked.

Sirius smirked "Yeah"

Remus tried to hide his joy.

"Then people just have to accept that" he said "And accept you for who you are, whatever that is. Stay only with the cool people that don't ask stupid questions"

Sirius knew he could call his friends those cool people. Because they hadn't asked stupid questions when Marlene came out, when Remus came out.

Sirius took a deep breath and Remus knew he understood. He was lucky to have friends like those. The rest didn't actually matter.

"Do we have green light now?" Remus teased "Can I kiss you?"

What Remus wanted to ask was: "Can I ask you to be my boyfriend?". He wanted to ask the question. Make it official.

Sirius answered with a kiss. Remus thought their conversation was over. He wanted to ask him officially but Sirius's lips were a bit addicctive right now. Maybe later...

Although Sirius broke apart.

"What about them?" he asked, facing the ceiling.

"Who?"

"Them" Sirius snapped with a bad taste in his mouth "My...family"

Remus noticed it had been an effort to say that word. Because the meaning of family wasn't what The Blacks were.

"Moony," Sirius started "When Andromeda left with Ted, they tossed her away like some old furniture. When Alphard turned out to be gay they pretended he didn't even exist..." he explained "I wish they would free me like them. But I am the Heir" and that simple word carried power Remus felt "Since the day I was born I was raised for this. Everyone's eyes are on me. I'm Grandfather's successor"

Remus knew this. They all did. It was a fact nobody talked about. And they pretended Sirius was just a normal boy who would have a normal life after school. Go to Uni, get a job and live a silly life like the rest of them.

But Sirius never needed to move a finger. He had his future planned. They were getting closer to graduation, and now it was happening.

"If you think Orion and Walburga are bad" Sirius carried on "It's because you haven't seen what Grandfather is capable of"

Remus was horrofied by the awful people Sirius's parents were. He couldn't believe there was someone worse.

Remus remembered meeting him when he was a kid. That New Year's he spent at Grimmauld Place. The old man was powerful and imposing. He had looked at Remus like a disgusting insect. Then he had hit Sirius for not speaking clear and loud enough.

Remus had seen Sirius quarreling with his parents defiently. Even if they were mean or ended up hurting him, Sirius didn't seem scared. Remus remembered how much he had shaken in front of his grandfather.

"He is not going to let his precious heir disappoint him" Sirius sniffed. The ambient had gotten colder. Remus pulled the blankets up and scooped closer to Sirius "I ran away over the summer but at Alphard's funeral everyone acted like I was still the heir. I'm scared that if Grandfather finds out about you, he is not going to toss me out like with Andromeda. He is going to do anything to... Even hurt you or keep me away from you again..."

Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius. His skin was cold now. And he had tears in his eyes.

"I know I act though and all" Sirius said against his chest "But I am really scared of him. We all are" another sniff. Remus started touching his back gently "And if I somehow manage to disappoint him to the point of him setting me free without hurting the ones I love, there's Regulus"

"Regulus?"

Sirius faced him. Eyes red with fear or rage. Remus didn't know.

"He's the spare" Sirius said "Just like I was raised to be the heir, he was raised to be the spare.... If I fail, Regulus would have to take my place, Moony. And he's not strong like me. He would let them do what they want with him..."

Sirius was shaking at this point. So Remus had to do what he could to distract him. With a kiss, Remus tried to comfort Sirius and said the words he didn't find.

It was awful.

Both Sirius and Regulus were just kids. They were being treated like instruments or weapons.

"I think I can kick your grandfather's ass" Remus said after the kiss.

It took seconds for Sirius to react. But when he did, he burst out laughing. Good at least he wasn't sad or scared anymore.

"Oh Moony"

"Really!" Remus exclaimed "He's way older and if I remember correctly he used a cane"

"He still does" Sirius smiled.

"Easy peacy"

"There's a problem, though"

"What?"

"He has hitchmen to do the dirty work for him" Sirius said "They are probably trained to kill"

"Bollocks"

Sirius laughed beautifully.

"That ruins my plan, then"

Sirius smiled and bit his lip.

"I love you"

Remus's heart skipped a beat. Godammit. This was real and Sirius was saying those words to him.

Remus grabbed his hand, fingers interlocking.

"We'll figure it out" Remus promised swallowing to hide how scared he actually was. He would die if he lose Sirius because of his bloody family. Not again. "Bet James can buy us our own hitchmen"

Sirius giggled "That would be cool"

Remus knew Sirius was scared too.

"If you want" Remus added "We can keep our relationship hidden"

Sirius's expression changed. They had done that. They were going back to the same mistake.

"Moony..."

"We can tell James and Peter, and the girls..." Remus explained "Maybe the Potters if you want" he said "But maybe if less people know, it would not reach to your family's ears"

Sirius didn't seem happy but he was considering it.

"At least until we figure out how to get you and your brother out of this mess"

Sirius pouted adoribly.

"You don't mind, Moons?"

Remus would have loved that Sirius said they would be open no matter what. But Remus couldn't blame him. He was scared.

"Do you love me?"

Sirius answered fast.

"With all my heart"

Remus had to smile now.

"Well, I love you too" he said "And that's what matters. Only the people we care about would know. The rest doesn't matter. We don't have to be public and mellow like James and Lily anyway... We just have to be ourselves"

Remus was smiling but he knew they had to be careful. He couldn't kiss Sirius when he wanted, or hold his hand in public. Girls would still flirt with him and Remus could not tell them he was his.

Remus wished Sirius was someone normal. A boy he could just be with. But he came with a burden Remus had to accept and even love. It was a sacrifice he was doing for love.

He was sure Sirius would do the same if it was the other way around. He was there for Remus. He had come all the way to London to help Grant and deal with his own mess.

"What do you say?"

Sirius stared at him like he couldn't believe he was lucky, like Remus was the best thing that has ever happened to him. It gave Remus electricity all over his body.

"God, I love you so much"

Remus didn't have time to answer because Sirius was kissing him passionately. Remus loved him too. So so much.

And they kissed, and they kissed, and they kissed. Not like friends. Like lovers.

"Can we stay in bed a bit longer?" Sirius asked when they were out of breath. Remus smiled because he had felt his boner. This was glory.

"How can I say no to that?"

Sirius giggled as he placed himself on top of Remus, and the blankets above them. Another wave of pleasure hit Remus as Sirius started kissing his neck.

Remus could get used to it easily. This love was going to kill him.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Grey Zone 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Lloyd I guess is the only man worth writing.

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The nearest bathroom is diagonal down the hall. Only a half bath with a sink, a toilet and a tall cabinet in the corner. You work at removing your makeup with micellar water, dragging the cotton pads over your eyelids and down your cheeks. 

You watch your reflection, a loud growl rising from your stomach, a tic in your temple. You need your morning matcha but you didn't pack your powder, you didn't think of it. You mourn your tin forgotten in the cupboard at home and grab a fresh pad.

More than tea, you need a shower. You assume the main bath must be downstairs. You shove the bottle and leftover pads into your black leather pouch and tuck it under your arm.

As you come out into the hall, you nearly walk into an unexpected wall. Not a real wall but Mr. Hansen. You step back, trapped in the doorway as he smirks at you.

“Morning, sunshine,” he reaches to touch your naked cheek as you flinch, “don't you look fresh as a daisy? I don't think I've ever seen you without at least a couple layers on.”

“Mr. Hansen,” you croak and shy away, “excuse me–”

He doesn't move as you attempt to sidestep him. In fact, he gets closer, rescinding his hand to grip the door frame. He tilts his head as his other hand comes up to play with the hem of your shirt.

“I got my own shower. A nice big tub too if you need to clean up,” he purrs.

“That's fine,” you gulp, heat speckling over your skin, “I can just use the main–”

“You can't,” he interjects, “your dad's in there tearing the toilet out.”

He laughs at your gobsmacked expression. He leans in, letting out a slow breath as you look anywhere but in his eyes. He growls as you squirm.

“Let me show you my room,” he insists, “no funny business. There's a lock on the bathroom so… I'll just listen and use my imagination.”

“Please, I–”

“You know you're even sexier like this. How about we tag team this. Shower together? Or relax in a nice hot bath–”

“Stop!” You catch the shriek in your hand. He chuckles, his hand dangling above you as he leans even closer.

“You can put on that sexy little piece I got you,” he touches your hair, “fuck, you got me hard again.”

“I…” you gulp, panic welling in your chest and locking up your throat, “I cant–”

You don't think. You can't as your ears are ringing at his suggestions. Every word confirms that you didn't dream up last night. You shove past him and he lets you. If he didn't want you to get past, he'd make sure of it.

He cackles as you hurry down the hall, nearly running into the door as you scramble to open it. He sighs out his amusement as you trip into the bedroom. Your heart is thumping furiously.

“Don't worry, I like the chase, sweetheart,” he calls after you, “you just wait till I catch you.”

You slam the door and lean against it, sliding down onto your ass as you squeeze your leather pouch. You have no doubt he will catch you. It's only a matter of time…

🖤

So much for a vacation. You're pent up in the guestroom, staring longingly out the window at that unreachable beauty. You don’t dare emerge in case you run into your ravenous host.

You wonder how you missed the signs. Were there signs? You couldn’t have guessed his intentions. Why would Mr. Hansen want that? With you?

The thought of telling your parents makes you laugh. Not with genuine amusement, more sardonic acceptance. They won’t care. It’ll be the same reaction you got when you told them about your bullies. 

There’s no escape either. You’ve come too far to turn back. Your dad will want to stay and do your work and your mother will savour the opportunity to day drink without judgment. So there you are; stranded.

You jolt as a sudden roar brings you away from the window. Your father yells your mother’s name a second time as you rush to the door, not thinking to stop yourself before you have the door open. As you enter the hall, you hear another door opening further down. You go to the top of the stairs as your own name drawls in the air.

You stop and look over at Lloyd– Mr. Hansen, struts towards you. Your eyes ping away from him the moment you see him. He wears only a pair of white swim trunks and they don’t go far down his thighs, exposing the thick muscles and leaving his torso entirely naked. He’s in better shape than you imagined, not that you ever thought about that.

You flit down the stairs before he can reach you, towards your father’s hollering and your mother’s chirping. A gush of water ripples over the hardwood as you follow the commotion to what appears to be a dining room. Your parents stand in front of the open doorway from which the water pours out.

“I told you not to use the goddamn sink, Connie,” your dad snarls, pointing a wrench in her face.

“Ooops!” She blathers, a wine glass firmly in hand, “I was just rinsing some fruit. I can’t drink on an empty stomach, Ray!”

Lloyd comes up beside you and rests his hand on your lower back. You stiffen and step away from him. He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, making it look even buffer. You peek and notice the edge of black ink on his pec. You turn back to your parents’ show, hoping they can distract your host.

“It’s barely noon,” your father retorts, as close as he’ll ever come to telling her not to indulge.

“It’s barely noon,” she mimics and sticks her tongue out. “Maybe you should’ve turned the water off, Mr. Fix-it.”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Lloyd interjects as he comes forward, dropping his arm, “You know how to fix this stuff, huh, Ray, and Connie, why aren’t you enjoying the pool? Perfect place to enjoy some chardonnay.”

Your mother flutters her lashes drunkenly as she faces Lloyd. You see how she blanches before a grin twists her mouth. She’s shameless as she takes in the breadth of the mostly naked man in front of her. She licks her lips and wobbles.

“I could fix it if everyone wasn’t in my goddamn way,” your father chides. “Shit idea bringing everyone up here. Never get this done.”

“Oh, you know what,” Lloyd snaps his fingers, “I got a great idea. Connie, why don’t you camp out in the pool house? There’s everything you need. A bed, kitchen, a toilet not gushing sewage onto my floors.”

“Pool house?” Your mother echoes curiously, her head tilting one way than the other.

“Didn’t I mention it? Yeah, you must’ve seen it, right behind the pool,” he emphasizes the last word as if it’s obvious, “and I can take the kiddo up to Moose Ridge. It’s like an hour north. Get out of your way for a bit, huh, Ray?”

“As long as you leave me alone,” your father crosses his arms and turns back to watch the toilet gargle. 

Your mother pouts and slurps her wine, “you’re leaving me alone? With him?”

“No, Connie, imagine, a pool house all to yourself,” Lloyd puts his arms over her shoulder, “just you. No husband, no daughter… You and the pool and all the wine you can drink. Isn’t that vacation for a hardworking mother and wife like yourself? You know the old man’s not gonna be sleeping and if he is, he won’t make it that far.”

“But… ugh, you shouldn’t have to put up with her,” she lowers her voice, but not enough for you not to hear.

“She’s right,” you agree, startling her as she gives you a caught look, “you could drive me back down to civilization. That might be for the best.”

“Eight hours? It’s not that far to the Ridge,” he insists, “unless you wanna crash in the pool house with mama.”

“Oh please,” your mom spits, “haven’t I been through enough?”

“I don’t care what ya do,” your father spins and snarls, waving his wrench, “I need you out. Go. Anywhere but here.”

“Then it’s decided,” Lloyd claps his hand, turning to smirk in your direction, “we’ll meet again when you got this all done up, huh, Ray?”

Your dad doesn’t answer. He grunts and enters the bathroom, shoving his hand down the toilet. Your mother hums and drains the last of her glass. She holds it up as she admires its emptiness.

“Before you leave, where’s the rest of the wine?” She trills.

You cringe. This can’t be happening yet you’re all too sure he planned it all so precisely.

🖤

You hole yourself up in your borrowed room. You make no move to pack your things or get ready for your imminent relocation. More akin to an abduction. You just can’t, you’re paralysed with inaction. 

This is the one time you need someone to listen to you. To hear you, and as usual, they don’t. They refuse to. Lloyd knew they wouldn’t, he’d witnessed their indifference for so long, and turned it to his benefit.

That one question lingers. Why you? Maybe it’s just that. That you are vulnerable, an easy target. No one special, just a convenience. Not any different than what you were to your parents; a check mark on a list, nothing deeper than that.

There’s a tap at the door. Just one, the soft rap of knuckles. You don’t need to wonder or ask who it is. You already know. He lets himself and why shouldn’t he? It’s his house. The trap he set.

“Almost ready– woah, come on, sunshine, we got road to burn,” he proclaims, “ah, you know, I forgot to mention, there’s a pool at the Ridge. And a hot tub. Way better than this place.”

You look at him. You sit with your back straight against the headboard, legs stretched out down the bed, dressed in your typical black, though today it feels particularly mournful. You just stare. What do you say? What can you say?

“Well, honey, you can never claim I don’t care of you,” he grabs your empty duffel and goes to the dresser. He slides open the top drawer and starts shoving your clothes back into the depths, “which is exactly what I’m going to do,” he looks at you over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out, flicking the tip crudely.

You shake your head and stare at your feet, the shiny black pedicure on your toenails and your silver toe rings. He can’t make you go if you just don’t move, right? 

Your vision blurs as he moves around the edges. You hear him shifting around, searching, digging in your things. He puts the bag heavily at the foot of the bed but you don’t react. You’re in a trance, the kind you used to put on when the girls in the halls called you names.

“Alright, I think that’s everything but really, all you need to bring is your sweet self,” he approaches you, breaking your shield as he taps the tip of your nose. You look up at him past your heavily mascaraed lashes. “Aw, don’t look so pathetic. Sweetheart,” he bends, leaning over you, “your whole life you’ve been wanting to be wanted and guess what? I fucking want you. So let’s get this show on the road.”

You flinch. That last part, that cliche, it’s something your dad would say. You frown as you notice the strands of silver woven through the dark blonde combed back on his head. You suspect if he didn’t keep the sides shaved, there’d be more gray there. He’s not that much younger than your own father.

“What is that look for?” His eyes narrow and his smile falls.

“I don’t want to go,” you fold your hands in your lap and turn your head straight.

He scoffs and laughs as he stands up straight, “I didn’t ask.”

You don’t answer. You don’t move an inch, planting yourself in a silent protest. He can’t make you go. You don’t care if this place smells like toilet water. You’re too afraid to go with him.

His soles scuff on the floor as he sucks his teeth loudly, “you don’t have to put on this act for me. I won’t think you’re a slut, I’d prefer it if you were.”

You shudder and turn your face away from him. Why won’t he leave you alone? 

“Alright,” his tone deepens, “I’m starting to get annoyed, sunshine, so let’s stop playing this game. Here, there, we know how this ends. Don’t act so innocent, you’ve been flirting with me since before we even got here.”

“Flirting?; You sputter, “no, I…”

You don’t even know how to flirt. You never had anyone to flirt with.

“Those cards, bullshit. That was all you, sweetheart. Or maybe they aren’t and we should let fate take its course.”

“Please, go,” you quaver as you clutch your hands together. “I don’t want you.”

He exhales and puts his hands on his hips. He has no response. You shake your head lower your eyes. You slouch in defeat.

“You’re old and I’m not interested,” you murmur, “I’m done being a joke.”

He laughs suddenly, starling you. You wince as he drops his hands and rolls his shoulders. He clucks as he comes closer to the bed. He bends and reaches for your chin, forcing your head up. 

“Old?” He sneers, “we’ll see about that.”

He dips his head and before you can react, he loops his arm around you and pulls you against him. He stands as he swings you over his shoulder. The breath is pushed from your stomach as your weight pulls at your head and feet. You wriggle as he carries you loftily, reaching with his free arm to grab your bag from the bed.

You cry out and slap his back, kicking your legs as you try to free yourself. What is he doing? He can’t just do this.

“Lloyd– Mr. Hansen,” you plead as you claw at the back of his shirt, “put me down. Let me go! Mom! Dad!”

Lloyd chuckles as the whirring of a drill reverberates through the house. He ignores your struggles as he comes downstairs. He is entirely unbothered by your resistance.

“Don’t tire yourself out, sunshine. Daddy can’t hear you over his work and mom’s already passed out by the pool.” He angles you through the front door, “besides, this isn’t about them. This is you and me.”

[luckyjiii]

a vampire's kiss {l.z.}

WORDCOUNT - 6.1k

Paring - frat!Laurance Zvhal x reader

tw/cw- alcohol, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m and f), protected sex, edging, sorta softdom!laurance, facial, pet names, marking, biting, very minor hair pulling, multiple orgasms, pussydrunk!laurance, dumbification

Not grammar checked sorry! >~<

Halloween was just around the corner. In the college town that meant children trick-or-treating, spooky decorations being hung up, and the town’s Halloween festival. However, for the students of Falcon Claw university, this meant many parties. The week before Halloween was like any other for you, classes, going home, hanging out with all your friends, especially your best friend Travis, then rinse, and repeat. 

Travis and you arrived at class early to find your favorite seat and to talk with some privacy. “Soooo y/n..My frat is gonna have this totally epic party this weekend and I think you should come!” He was always too energetic in the mornings. “Hmm well are there going to be any vampires there?” Travis raised an eyebrow at you and gave you a look of confusion.

You leaned in and whispered into his ear as more students walked in. “Travis I have a thing for vampire, if there’s one there I’ll fuck them.” Travis’ jaw dropped and he whipped his head towards you letting out a gasp. “Y/N! You naughty girl!” He laughed at you and as the teacher walked in. He knew exactly who he had to tell about this.

Laurance arrived at the frat house and headed to his shared room with Garroth as he passed Travis and you leaving Travis’ room. He didn’t know what was going on between you two. The two of you claimed to be best friends but knowing Travis, he wasn’t sure how he could only be friends with someone as beautiful as you. 

He heard the front door close and Travis peeked around the corner. “Laurancee you’ll never guess what good news y/n told me!” He said in a sing-songy voice that never failed to annoy Laurance. “So you know how you like her?” Laurance’s eyes widened at that. 

“How did you know what Travis..?” Travis scoffed and gave him a mischievous smile. “You don’t try hard to hide it. I see you making heart eyes at her everytime she comes over but anyways, she said she’d get with anyone dressed as a vampire if you know what I mean. Just wanted to tell you!” He winked as he ran off. Sometimes Laurance wondered what was wrong with that boy. Also though..he would keep that in mind.

Inside one of the bathrooms of the frat was Laurance, Aphmau dressed as a purple werewolf, and Lucinda dressed as some anime character that nobody could name off the top of their head. He sat on the toilet lid in his vampire costume as Aphmau carefully did his makeup. “Laurance, stay still!! The makeup is gonna get on your clothes!!” He wasn’t used to getting makeup put on him and the brush Aphmau was using to make him look paler tickled. “Yeah, don’t mess up the costume I made you. Why’d you ask for it and for us to help you on such short notice?” Lucinda questioned while tilting his head. Honestly he felt a little foolish doing all this for you but I’d be worth it. 

“Y/N said she likes vampires!” Travis interjected as he peeked his head into the bathroom and flashed a cheeky smile. He then quickly left before any questions could be asked. Aphmau let out a more exaggerated gasp than Lucinda as they both asked. “You like y/n?” He nodded his head before a quick careful was yelled at him. “Laurance why didn’t you tell us we could have helped! You know I’m like the matchmaker!” The ravenette scolded him.

He sighed before he spoke. “I just didn’t want everyone to know. Can you help me?” Aphmau squealed as the two girls agreed to. Finishing up his makeup, Aphmau added small designs to make him look, in her words, like a sexier Edward Cullen. He looked in the mirror to see and even he had to admit he looked more handsome than usual.

After putting on his cape and parting ways from the girls was the final part of his look, the fangs he ordered online. He didn’t really understand the hype of vampires but from what he had seen online and asked, girls liked the appeal of danger and getting bitten. Putting them in he felt a bit silly again and really questioned if this was all worth it. His thoughts were interrupted by his roommate Garroth. 

“Bro you look good but I thought you were gonna be Ghostface?” He sat on the bed next to him and smiled. “Ah man change of plans, you look right at home as a cowboy.” Laurance laughed as his worries went to the back of his mind. If he was like this for the rest of the party and just stopped worrying so much tonight would go smoothly. 

Garroth got up from the bed and motioned him to follow as the party was about to start. Some people were already there but it was about to hit full swing. Aphmau and Lucinda waved him over as he came down stairs to talk about their plan.He saw Travis slip out right before the clock hit nine, where waves of many people filed into the house. He tried to look at the people coming in but none of them were you.

You arrive at the party well after it was in full swing. You were still on the fence about going until Travis appeared at your front door. “Y/N there’s a vampire waiting for you at the party!” After that you threw together a slutty sleeping beauty costume, which really consisted of a short pink dress with some white and gold accents and a crown on your head. 

Now at the party you didn’t really know what to do. Aphmau was talking to you but you were scanning the crowd for your vampire. Travis was pushing through the crowd to find you. “Y/N! Mr. Vampire is over there!!” He yelled barely enough to hear over the music while pointing. 

You turned your head to see a tall sandy haired man talking to Lucinda. A black cape was draped over his long figure. You saw him turn his head towards your direction to see that your Mr. Vampire was Laurance, one of Travis’ friends. 

Laurance had caught your eye over the time you had known the group, never being too close to each other. He was handsome with his blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean. His olive skin always looked like he had just gotten away from the beach. The warm smile he always gave you in the brief moments you talked. The way he smelled, and your favorite thing, the intense gaze he had when you two met eyes during group hangouts. 

Now in his costume you couldn't see the warm guy you had grown to kinda know, but you would be lying if you said he didn't look good. The white

makeup made his skin paler but you wondered if you could make him sweat it off. The blood around his mouth made his lips pop out more, they looked soft. 

You took a sip of your drink for courage and started to head your way to him. “Laurance she's coming this way, take this." Lucinda put a vile labeled ‘liquid confidence’ into his hand and walked away. He popped it open and chugged it, feeling an additional sense of self-assurance he felt a tap on his arm. 

He turned around to see you. He was stunned at how gorgeous you looked. All doubts he had before were long forgotten as the off the shoulder dress led his eye directly to your cleavage. He glanced down and noticed just how short the dress was, stopping mid thigh. He let out a wow under his breath. 

“Hey, your Laurance right? Wanna dance with me?” You leaned in so that you wouldn't have to yell. He nodded as you grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. This being your first party in forever and always only dancing with your friends you weren't sure how to even dance together. 

Your feelings of indecisiveness melted away under the feeling of warm hands on your hips from behind you. Turning to see him, Laurance pulled you closer and started to sway your hips to the beat of the song. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“You look really pretty tonight princess.” It was so simple but something as simple as that turned you on much more than you'd like to admit. The minutes and songs blurred together as dancing with him was the only thing that mattered at the moment. 

However it couldn't last forever and he offered to get a drink before dancing more. Waiting outside the packed kitchen for him to return, Aphmau approached you. “Hii y/n!!! I saw you dancing with Laurance!" She said, raising her eyebrows in a knowing way. 

“Isn't he just the besttt? He's sooo cool and a really really good guy. You guys would be super duper cute together.” You nodded giggling as she spoke, sounding very drunk. It wasn't long after more babbling about Laurance that she was pulled away by Aaron and Laurance came back. 

      “Hey princess, ready to get back to dancing?” He said while you turned to face him and he handed you a drink. His back was facing the light coming from the kitchen and was only illuminated by the flashing party lights. This is the first time tonight you had really gotten a good look at him, and maybe you thought this because you had been deprived of sex for so long, but if the room wasn’t full of people now you would’ve jumped into his arms and begged him to fuck you, but that wouldn’t be happening, at least for now.

“Are you calling me princess because you don’t remember my name??” You asked, trying to tease seeing if this confidence was just an act. However you were quickly proven wrong as he pulled you close to him. Your head was pushed against his chest as he whispered into your ear. “Y/N I could never forget the name of a beauty like you.”

A heat crept over your whole body, he had such a way with words. He loosened his grip on you so he could look at you, but kept his arms wrapped around your waist. He leaned down making your faces inches away from each other. “Princess can I..?”

The moment was interrupted by the two of you getting bumped by someone, after all you were still standing by one of the entrances to the kitchen. “OH MY IRENE I’m so sorry Y/N-chan and Laurance-kun!!!” Kawaii-chan, in a pink anime costume you couldn’t bother to recognize, apologized. 

“Kitty watch where you’re going!” Behind her was one of the other boys from the frat that you thought was her boyfriend, Zane. He was dressed completely the opposite of her in a grim reaper costume. Which would be funny seeing them together if they hadn’t just ruined your kiss. “It’s fine Kawaii-Chan.” Laurance said with some annoyance in his voice. She apologized again and ran off with Zane outside. 

Although the mood was ruined, your feelings for him at that moment were not. If he was to just steal a quick kiss and go back to dancing with you it would be enough in your opinion, even though you and him both know you want more. Before anything else could happen Travis placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Heyyy y/n! You having fun??” You could tell he was slightly drunk by the slurring of his speech. “You don’t mind if I take her rightt Laurance??” He said, pulling you away before the other could say anything. Why was everyone trying to disrupt you two right as things were getting good?

“Travis what the fuck! Why’d you pull me away?? We were about to kiss..” You said super annoyed at the second distraction tonight. All you wanted to do was make what you told Travis come true with a super hot vampire. You rolled your eyes as he realized what he did.

“Oh my IRENE I did not mean to..Well my bestest friend have fun.. But not too much fun!” He pushed you back into Laurance’s direction. Pushing through the crowd you could barely see him, not because Travis took you far, but because lots of party goers decided to migrate to the kitchen to get drinks. It’s like the universe was trying to keep you apart right now.

You felt a hand grab your wrist, it was Laurance after he saw you and decided to just head your way. He pulled you through the crowd towards the stairs. He muttered something under his breath before being stopped mid crowd. This time it was Garroth and Laurance let out a very annoyed groan.

“What is it Garroth?” Garroth opened his mouth to say something but he saw you trailing behind Laurance and closed it again. He thought for a second before whispering something to Laurance that you couldn’t hear. All you saw was the annoyance washing off Laurance and him nodding his head. “3:30..ok got it.” He repeated back.

You didn’t know what that was about but you did notice Laurance switch from holding your wrist to your hand, which made your face heat up. As he continued to lead you up the stairs you peeked into the crowd and saw Travis winking and giving you a thumbs up, you laughed and winked back. Leading you through the less crowded hallway you saw many doors closed and some people you knew in the cracks of slightly open doors.

Finally at the end of the hall you arrived at Laurance’s room. You had seen most of the other rooms except for this one, which was the one you were most curious about. Would his side of the room be clean and mature like him? Or maybe you would see that he’s super nerdy and the opposite of what you’ve expected.

The door opened and you were pulled into the room. You looked around and honestly it was nothing too special , green sheets on the bed, some posters of things he liked. Being so busy inspecting his room you didn’t notice him let go of your wrist and the door closing made you jump, he had also shed his cape and red suit vest leaving him in his white button up and black pants. He let out a chuckle which just made you all fuzzy inside. Seriously, how had he not had a girlfriend by now?

“Finally I’ve got you to myself.” He said as he hugged you from behind. His embrace was warm and comforting, you could get used to this. “Princess, I really like you.” He said turning you around and leaning down to eye level. “Can I..?” You didn’t even know what to say, it’s like all the words you’d ever known disappeared from your brain, you thought this would be a one night stand but him saying those words gave you hope for more. With a blank mind you just nodded your head yes.

He closed the gap between you two and it felt like fireworks were going off in your stomach. You had thought about this moment in passing maybe once or twice but never thought it would actually happen, or even be this good. He placed one hand on the back of your head and tightened the one around your waist to deepen the kiss. You tangled your hands into his slicked back sandy hair messing it up as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

Without noticing he started to lead you towards his bed. You became aware of this when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell backwards onto the bed without breaking the kiss. As the kiss went on the needier and sloppier it got. He switched the positions to where you were now placed on one of his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

Both of his hands were placed on your hips and helped you gently rock back and forth. You gasped, breaking the kiss for the first time since you locked lips. You laid your forehead on his shoulder as you let out small, quiet moans directly into his ear. You let out a remarkably loud moan as he bit into your exposed neck with his fangs. He bit in a number of other spots on your neck a few more times before starting to suck leaving small marks around your neck. 

You wrapped your arms around him the best you could to stabilize yourself to speed up. The feeling of the fabric of your panties and his jeans rubbing against your clit was addicting. As it continued you start to feel arousal bubbling and a burn in your thighs from moving yourself.

Slowing down as you felt yourself wearing out Laurance bit you neck again and stopped moving, making you yelp and whine from a lack of friction. “C’mon princess don’t give up on me now, I know you're close I can hear it.” He said as he sped up the movements of his hands again. You were falling apart in his hands like putty, and you prayed to Irene that it wouldn’t be the last time.

You don’t know how much more of this you could take. Between his fluctuating speed of moving you, all the marks he was leaving on you, and the praises he gave you you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm. You were thankful your moans were drowned out from everyone else at the party with the blaring, but muffed for you, music. 

Everytime you signaled your peak to Laurance he slowed you down making you whine again. It happened more times than you could count as your head spinned with the intoxicating cycle till you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Laurance please” You whined, just a little bit more and you would’ve cum but now your orgasm had been ruined “Please don’t stop again please” You begged him lifting your head from his shoulder and looking at him with watery eyes. The cocky smile he had dropped and a worried look appeared on his face. He captured you into a tight embrace.“I’m so sorry princess you sounded so pretty I couldn’t help it, you ok?” You nodded sniffling, as your face fell back into his shoulder. 

He let you go and held your hips again tightly, this time determined to make you cum. He started moving you again, building up his pace. You held him tight as you scratched his back through his shirt leaving marks that stung. The familiar feeling of pleasure starting to boil over had appeared. All you could do was tap his back to warn him before your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, you swore you saw stars.

When you came back from the high you released him from the tight squeeze you didn’t realize you had stuck him in. “Don't let go now, we're just getting started." He said as he laid you down onto the bed. 

He lowered himself until you couldn't see head below your skirt. He licked a strip over your clothed pussy as you let out a whine. He pulled down your panties with his teeth making direct eye contact with you. 

He threw them somewhere behind him. Nervousness and arousal bubbled in your stomach as his fangs grazed your thigh. He licked another stripe into your wet fold. His tongue flicking your sensitive clit sent waves of pleasure flowing through your body. 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, messing it up more than you already had. You pulled him closer and spread your legs wider. His tongue poked at your hole, making your legs shake. Being so sensitive from your prior orgasm you were sent over the edge by him sucking and flicking his tongue over your clit. He licked up everything you gave him as you rode out another orgasm on his face. 

He lifted his head, seeing that all the makeup around his mouth to chin had been smudged in some parts and completely washed off in others. The only cohesive part of it was that it was shiny from your juices. Your head was just spinning from the sight of this. 

“Ready to give up yet princess?” He said with a smirk. He just couldn't get enough of you, if you would let him he would've stayed between your legs forever drinking up every sweet drop you gave him. But you both wanted something more satisfying than that. 

You shook your head in disagreement. Giving up and ending this was the last thing you wanted to to, especially since there was no guarantee for a next time. Even though you were weak, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up towards your face to kiss him again. Locking lips, you could taste yourself but honestly you didn’t mind.

His hands roamed your body until his left found a place on your boob and his right went under your dress. You gasped and moaned into the kiss as two of his fingers entered you. Your back arched as your chest hit his. You moaned out his as he sped up the pace of his fingers.

His fingers curled and hit just the right spot, it was like he knew your body like the back of his hand. “L-Laurance…please” You gasped out, he hummed in response too occupied with moving his finger to actually speak. With every movement a loud wet squelch could be heard. Your head started to spin with all the pleasure you had felt within the last hour.

You had completely forgotten what you were going to say to him as you lost the ability to speak long ago but it’s like he knew what you were going to say. “After this just one more ok princess?” You nodded weakly, his fingers made you lose all strength you had ever had. Each time he moved his fingers in and out of you, another orgasm threatened to spill out of you. 

You squeezed him tight again as you came, unable to count how many times this has happened. As you panted heavily he rolled over next to you leaning against the headboard of the bed, giving you some time to breathe. “Can you give me one more y/n?” You lazily nodded, however you wanted to return the favor before that.

You reached for his pants and sluggishly struggled a couple times to take them off due to your shaking hands. He smiled at your desperation and helped you by quickly unbuttoning them and pulling them and his boxers off, throwing them somewhere with the rest of the rest of the disregarded clothes. He looked absolutely tasty only in his button up and with his fanged smile. Looking at his dick you practically drooling as you grabbed it. Quickly you shuffled to be in between his legs and licked the precum off his tip. He let out a groan as you sucked it and slowly started to bob your head up and down his length. 

Whatever didn’t fit into your mouth was in your hand, which was moving in unison with your head. He thought just giving you pleasure and hearing you moan was enough, but this was his own personal heaven. He held the hair falling into your face back as he let out more delicious sounds. Praises fell from his lips like a prayer giving you an incentive to quicken your pace. 

Even though this was mostly for him you deeply enjoyed it as well. You loved hearing all the sounds and praises he let slip out from his soft lips. You also loved that now he was falling apart just as you had not too long ago. It was the confidence boost you needed to deep throat him and swallow around him. He pulled you up by the hair making you let out a moan as his nut landed on your face.

“Sorry princess, you just look so pretty with it on your face.” He said between pants. You swiped your thumb over the slit to gather some cum as he reached into his side drawer to grab a condom, making a small groan come out from his mouth. He looked back to see you eating what you had collected on your finger and a heat spread across his body.

You watched with careful eyes as he ripped the condom package open and slid it onto his dick. He leaned to give you a quick kiss one last time before pulling you from out between his legs. You positioned yourself gripping on his shoulders  and slowly lowered yourself onto him, wincing in pain as you slowly sank down. He had done his best to stretch you out with everything before but, his dick was bigger than his fingers. You buried your face into his chest, smearing his cum onto his shirt, you felt so full.

You let out a breath and gave him a signal to start moving. He thrusted upwards into you as he held your hips tightly to keep you somewhat still. He didn’t waste any time quicking speeding his pace. “God y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He moaned out. All you could do was reply with a muffled moan, that wasn’t muffled just quite enough and he could still clearly hear and he thanked Irene he could.

Every thrust into you he could feel your boobs bounce against him which egged him on more. He had fucked all the sense out of you and you let him use you as essentially a sex toy. All you could think of and say in the moment was him and his name. You had unbuttoned, or better described as ripped off the first couple of buttons on his shirt to feel more of his warmth. You melted under every single one of his touches. 

The constant drag of him against your walls was almost too much for you to handle. He overwhelmed all your senses, you felt him all over, his cologne hit your nose every once in a while, all you could hear or think of was him,  and the taste of him lingering on your tongue. At this point he was slamming into you and every slam would release a loud moan from the both of you. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and the  sounds of sex that you would definitely hear and make pretty obvious what was going on if you stood outside the door.

A multitude of orgasms had hit you but you just couldn’t get enough. Everytime he would even consider slowing down you begged him not to. The sense of time or space had long been gone for you two. Everything blurred together and the only thing keeping you grounded was the constant pleasure running through Your veins. Your head began spinning again from pleasure and you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, folding and putting all your weight against him. “Just one more ok y/n?” He said in a smooth, chocolatey voice that you just couldn’t resist and let out a sound in agreement. 

He switched positions once again to have you lay under him after noticing how weak you were. He began to move again and a few quick thrusts almost sent you over the edge again, however he noticed this and began his sick trick of trying to delay the inevitable. For every few quick thrust were many agonizingly slow ones to string you along a little longer. He couldn’t help it. You looked so beautiful underneath him and he never wanted the moment to end. The way the makeup you put on much earlier in the night was smudged and mixed with his, the hickeys and bite marks on your neck, the way you called out his name, the face you made as you came,  and your stupid little dress he couldn’t believe he hadn’t ripped off you the moment you were alone were all too captivating to him. It could, and would, never get enough of it.

“Lauranceee, please stop teasing” You whined out, this time the edging felt like death. Everytime your sweet release was placed in front of you it was swiftly stolen away. You couldn’t handle anymore of this. “Only if you beg princess.” He said between pants, this is something he desperately wanted to hear. You honestly didn’t know if your brain could process doing that, being so blank.

“Please Laurance please I’ll be a good girl, just please let me cum.” You begged like your life depended on it. He let out a soft sigh and sped up, almost slamming into you once again. His olive skin glistened under the soft light illuminating from a smaller desk lamp next to his bed. You both wished the moment could last forever, it felt like a little secret you two shared underneath the moonlight hidden away from everyone else.

“Can I cum?” You asked desperately, tightly closing your eyes as he hummed in approval. This one was the most intense one out of all of them. You could wear your vision went white as he fucked you through your orgasm and you felt a warm liquid seep into your body. Tears streamed down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure running through your body. You never thought you would come down from it, of course though you did. 

He pulled out of you and tied up the condom, throwing it into a nearby trash can. Your legs felt so heavy you didn’t think you would be able to move them for the next couple days. “Was I the vampire you've been dreaming of?" He asked panting next to you. Not realizing what he said you nodded in agreement, too out of it for the words to really set in.

           You closed your eyes and reached out next to you for him, noticing that he got up. Your eyes slowly opened to see him in his closet grabbing a towel, noticing he had almost magically put on a fresh pair of boxers. He walked back over to you and started to take off your dress to clean you up. He wiped everywhere as clean as he could get it. His words sunk in and embarrassment spread over your body. “Wait Laurance, how did you know about that?” He feigned a look of innocence.

“Know about what?” You could tell he was obviously lying with that tone of voice. “About the vampires..How did you know I wanted to be with a vampire tonight?” He shrugs, smiling as he took out his fake teeth. “A little birdie told me.” He said in a teasing tone. You knew exactly who he was talking about, Travis. You weren’t complaining but questioned why they had planned this. If he had just told you his feelings you would’ve accepted his feelings, Aphmau wasn’t lying when she said he was a great guy.

He squatted next to the bed to be eye level with you.“Alright I’m done teasing, Y/n I have two questions for you. One, do you want to put back on the dress or wear something more comfortable?” You chose the second option as the dress was too short and tight to wear comfortably after everything you had done tonight. “Two, do you want to go home or stay here?” You softly scoffed, even though you did want to see him all cozy in your small apartment and lay in your much bigger bed, you probably couldn’t. Your body, mostly your legs, felt so heavy and you were absolutely exhausted. You told him pretty much everything you just thought.

“Well I could and would get you back home if you really wanted to.” As much as you would love to have that you would just rather stay here and you shook your head no. He got up and got you both a pair of his pajama pants as well as a shirt. “Do you want to borrow underwear too? I think yours are a little bit of a mess right now.” He said with a slight laugh, turning to face you. You nodded and he came back to help you get dressed.

He helped you sit up and slip everything on, it all smelled like him leaving an amazing aroma around you. He settled into the bed next to you, up until now you didn’t realize how tight of a squeeze it was. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You guys looked like a couple and you loved it, which sparked a thought into your head.

“Laurance, tonight was amazing and I was just wondering if we could actually start going out?” He left out a warm laugh as he hummed in agreement. “You know usually you're supposed to do that before you have sex.” You giggled as you drifted off into sleep.

You woke as you heard the sound of someone trying to get into the room. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to see it read 3:30am. Assuming it was just someone from the party that was still going on outside looking for a room you tried to fall back asleep on Laurance. Until they were persistently jangling at the doorknob. You gently shook your now boyfriend awake. “Honey there’s someone trying to get in.” The pet name had just slipped out your mouth, it was a happy accident.

He slowly awoke and cupped your face, giving you a quick peck on the lips“Honey? I like it, but who would even..” He glanced at the clock before panic sprung onto his face. He jumped up from the bed and quickly began cleaning up the clothes and hiding them away. You heard an aggravated sigh from the other side of the door before a bang against the door jolted you up right. “Laurance if you don’t let me in I swear to Irene.”

You recognized that voice, it was Laurance’s roommate Garroth. Laurance ran to unlock and open the door greeting him with a smile. Garroth pushed past him to grab a few things. He quickly greeted you before turning to Laurance. “No offense to you two but I am not sleeping in here tonight.” He said and left as quickly as he came closing the door behind him. The dots connected together in your head as you remembered their earlier conversation.

Laurance crawled back into bed with you and cuddled back up. His arms made you feel safe again and his warmth was a warm welcome compared to the cold air that filled the room. However, this time you couldn’t fall back to sleep as easily as he did. Your heart was beating hard enough it rang in your ears. You were too delusional to realize but you were cuddling with a very attractive man.

You looked up at him and all you could think of was how his tongue had split you open hours earlier. You began to squirm thinking about the memories, trying to get them out of your head. This led to him waking up again, you apologized as he sat up. “You ok y/n?” He sounded very worried about you. You blushed and couldn’t meet his eyes. “Just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.”

“Why? Can’t stop thinking about me? Princess I’m right here no need to imagine.” He pulled you into a kiss and put his hands on your thighs, he just couldn’t get enough of you. You pulled away knowing if you let it go on any longer you wouldn’t get any sleep all night and your body was still affected by your prior actions. “I think we should head to bed. We can do whatever my imagination comes up with tomorrow, I’m not going anywhere.”

He sighed in agreement as he laid back down as he held you tight. After some sleepy play fighting, you entangled your legs together having one over the other. He held your face and looked at you in such a loving way you didn’t know was possible and gave you one last kiss before you drifted off into sleep.

[fatedbutblinking]

meeting the parents. jason grace x eros daughter

jason and eros' only half-blood daughter are in love

everyone knew that about them but they refused to admit that it was true to everyone, each other and themselves

then they 'accidentally' sleep with each other one night

despite trying to be the perfect and detached leader, jason can't help but confess first

not only is she the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen, but she pushes him to be the best version of himself. she's caring but biting. she's excited him since the day he met her. and she is really good in bed so

and she thinks his arms are sexy

then comes parent day, one day a year where all the gods are forced to spend the full day on earth with their children

as the only daughter of eros and with jason being one of zeus' only children, zeus and eros decide to take them out for a nice meal

zeus and eros aren't keen on each other, because eros keeps trying to shoot arrows at him and human ladies to piss off zeus' wife hera

soo it's a bit awkward

'i can't believe you're in love with a boy who looks like he should be on a cereal box.'

jason almost spits out his water.

'dad,' she hisses.

'it's like dating peter pan on steroids.'

'nice,' jason jokes.

'don't push it, eros,' she hisses again.

'they're barely dating. of course my son is going to be drawn to a barbie doll.'

'don't talk about her like that,' jason says sternly.

'it's not bad to admit that. she's shiny. it's a good break for you, son.'

jason shakes his head. 'you're such a --'

eros ignores what zeus says and continues to her. 'i know you're in love with him. i can feel how much you do, trust me, and i know he loves you more -- obviously -- but you should still keep your options open.'

zeus puffs his chest. 'of course you're encouraging disloyalty, eros.'

'you're not exactly a saint, zeusy.'

'and whose fault is that?'

'the arrows don't force you to fall in love. they only make you do what you otherwise would if logic wasn't in the picture.'

'i'm already tired of being here.'

'then you shouldn't have made the plan.'

'i had to. you would have taken them to a brothel otherwise.'

'fuck off.'

and so zeus and eros argue

jason and her look at each other. she grasps his hand.

'i'm sorry.'

'no, i'm sorry. your hair is very shiny, but i love you for a lot more than that.'

'really now?' she teases.

'yeah. i like your face, your body, your lips...'

'very funny, grace.'

'i'm more than my looks as well, you know.'

'i don't know. i think he's right about you looking like peter pan. the buffer, sexier, more stupid version.'

'ha-ha-ha.'

'i am sorry, jase. you'd think my dad being the god of love and affection would mean he'd be nice.'

'don't be sorry. they're gods. they're always going to think they're right.'

'but they're our fathers.'

'even more reason for them to think they're right.'

'i love you.'

'i love you more. your dad's not wrong about that part.'

suddenly they notice it is really quiet around them. both zeus and eros are staring at them, having listened to part of their conversation. they seem to be a little bit shocked, but regain their composure quickly. eros ends up smirking, folding his arms on his chest and leaning back as he stares at them. zeus watches them with curiosity, eating an olive.

'what?' he asks. 'what is it?'

'have you two picked what you want to eat?' zeus asks, motioning to the menu.

'i thought you guys wanted to leave,' she says.

'it just happens that you're obsessed with each other,' cupid explains. 'i should at least try to find out why.'

zeus nods. that's the first time that they agree with each other. both of their heads dart towards the menu as they bicker over what food they're going to get.

jason smiles softly and holds her hand. she is a bit in shock now.

'guess we're hard to deny,' he says.

'we? i'm the shiny one,' she jokes, squeezing his hand back.

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Recruit Pick-Up Lines

You're out with the team, in the pub the guys always pick when the recruits wander in. Most of the team groans. It's the worst part of bringing in the greenhorns. They think they have more social capital built up than they ever could in a lifetime, and as one of the few women, you bear the brunt of it.

Sure enough, one of the recruits immediately says, "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" Your lip curls, but you don't respond, just taking a drink of your beer. He tries again, "Do you have a map? Because I could get lost in your eyes." The men around you groan and start taking the piss.

"This fuck thinks that's gonna get him laid."

"Shhh... I want to hear his next dumb line." The recruit falters slightly at their not so quiet words, but forges ahead all the same.

"Did anyone order some," he flexes his arms. "FREEDOM?!" You laugh, stunned that he thinks that would work in any universe. He thinks he is in, though, and he moves closer, ready to follow it up.

"Did you hear that twat?! That is the worst one, yet!" Ghost can't contain himself a moment longer, laughing with his head thrown back, tears streaming down his face.

"Fine, you do better, sir!" There was such a complete lack of respect in his words that Ghost sobered immediately. He turns to you, a smirk under his mask.

"Wan sum fuk?" You jokingly nod enthusiastically before laughing.

"Ok, now do it all proper, Ghost. See if you can pick me up." The wink he sends you is sexier than it should be. Must be the drinks, but you haven't even finished a pint.

"Luv, I have sat at this table week after week trying to work up the courage to ask you to join me on that dance floor and never managed it, no matter how many drinks I take on board or how sober I am at the end of the night. I suppose it is now or never. Will you do me the honor of having a dance with me?"

You smile softly. "We have something in common then. I would love to, handsome." He freezes, seemingly trying to gauge if you are joking. You stand and offer him your hand. He excitedly accepts, and soon you are cheek to cheek on the dance floor.

"Finally! They've been mooning at each other for months!" Gaz sighs, handing a stack of bills to Soap. "Missed the mark by a month."

"I didn't have this month, mate." Soap refuses the money with just a hint of frustration.

"Then, who did?" Gaz can't remember anyone else joining in on this bet.

Soap is already paging through a small notebook and holds up a finger. The recruit decides to make himself scarce, having failed thoroughly.

"She did. It was her! She wasn't even part of the betting pool. How did she make a bet?" From the dance floor, they hear Ghost's loud laughter boom out again, surprising them as they've never seen him so carefree. You're grinning up at him like it's the best thing you have ever heard.

"She rigged it! They aren't going out..." Just then, you tug up Ghost's mask and kiss him passionately. "Well, umm... I guess she won, then." It's only moments later that you stumble out the door, dragging a dazed Ghost with you, intending to show him exactly what you've both been missing.