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alastorsfuckassbob · 10 months ago

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Vulnerable

Alastor x Fem!Reader- Part 3

WELCOME TO THE LOWKEY FAN SERVICEY PORTION OF OUR BROADCAST🗣️! Sorry for the long wait..uh ANYWAY- Its just a silly little steamy make out session I felt like writing lowkey unnecessarily added into the plot. Its character development This is done mostly on the grounds of I felt bad for being slow with the plot and wanted to give you radio demon lovers out there some crumbs.<3

✨The plot✨(these are getting worse as we go)

Our depressed dear y/n self deprecates in front of a "hang in there" kitten poster. before bitching about the cold on her walk home.Oh shit her house is broken into. In this life its just you and your shitty pocket knife. Nvm its a cool dress! She then spends a good half hour thinking about their old relationship's spicy times.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

-Mentions of domestic violence

-Mentions of alcohol

-Fuckass Val

-A little make-out sesh (smut is scary so you can use your little imagination to figure out what happens after)

Mornings in hell were colder than one might expect, despite the nearly constant blaze of sinner set fire. At its heart, Hell was frigidly cold, especially at night. A part of you had gotten used to the way it clawed deeply against your skin. However, the other part of you secretly begged to some god somewhere you didn't quite believe in to make the sun rise a little faster. It wasn't necessary by any means, Hell wasn't anything more than a desert. All you had to do was wait. The crisp morning would lose its glacial influence as the sunlight reached out to touch it just as it always did. You just needed to be patient. You take in a deep breath, attempting to let go of your displeasure.The sharp frosty air pierced your lungs, unknitting the last strings of warmth from your skin on impact. Your teeth began to chatter. You curl into the softness of your wings, it wasn't much, but it helped.

From your recently awakened slumber, you had briefly forgotten the events of the night before. However, upon seeing angel slumped in bed beside from you, the realisation took root. The recollection flattened your heart like a careless truck running over a measly stray bit of garbage

Your performance last night was nothing more than a falsified forgery. It was adorned with the typical strokes and details found in your normal act, but it was so hopelessly fake. Valentino could always tell when you were phoning it in. Despite his fraudulent demeanour, he demanded authenticity from you. After your previous..altercation, you just didn't have it in you to thread your harsh edges in salacious intent. You were an excellent dancer, but you hated the prying eyes that glued themselves onto your figure. Val wouldn't be happy with that. You were already voiceless, he already owned your soul. He couldn't physically take much more, but he could still make your life a relentless nightmare. The punishments he so easily gave out always had a creatively cruel flair. The thoughts brought on a familiar uneasiness. You could take whatever he threw at you, you wouldn't like it but you would endure. You didn't have to like it. Your grounds were barren in the terms of genuine will. You didn't have a reason to keep living, you just refused to die. You would endure until the red toned city around you pathetically crumbled back into the ground. You would watch the world you lived in reflect the terms of your anguish in twisted perfection over and over again...All by the hands of Valentino. You couldn't do much else. Your dimly lit soul had grown more accustomed to calloused hands and absinthe than you wanted to admit..It was just the way of things.

Great now you were cold and stressed out.

Your mind drifted to Angel. His crumpled hair and soft arms outstretched in your direction. The night before, he had spilled a glass of gin soaked secrets, revealing more than you expected him to. His drunken tears leaked into the brimstone walls of your heart. You learned his name was Anthony in life among other things. He probably didn't remember opening up to you, you were surprised you did.

He had been in Hell much longer than you had been..he had been with Valentino much longer than you had..years longer. The thought held more pain than your sore bruise lined body could feel.

Valentino had the poor habit of misguiding his frustration. As much as you pissed him off, your groans of pain just weren't as satisfying as Angels. Even if Val dragged your limp body across the studio, his nails dug deeply into the flesh of your skull, he wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't hurt Angel too. You couldn't help but wonder how he put up with it all. He was a lot stronger than people give him credit for. How long had Angel been his favourite toy? How many other souls tied to Valentino fucked up as you so often did? How did he deal with the brunt of that frustration tipped in his direction? How many times was he hurt because you didn't give Val what he wanted?

He was an angry disagreeable man he would always find some excuse to take that out on others.You knew that, you just hadn't stopped to think how many times had you been the excuse he used to justify how he treated Angel. Your hand brushed a stray strand of hair from his peaceful face. You didn't want to cause him any more pain.

Angel at least looked warm. He still slept soundly curled up towards the edge of the bed. His legs were neatly cocooned into a pile of various blankets. You stretched, shaking the sleep from your eyes and the fog from your brain.

You stood up glancing back on his sleeping form. A part of you felt bad for leaving Angel wordlessly.. His night wasn't great either, even if it was your fault, you could still help make it better. You could also make it worse. You couldn't risk that. He would get over your sudden absence, but what if you said the wrong thing and he hated you for it. He should hate you, after all it was your fault the night went to shit.

I mean even if for some reason he didn't want you to leave, it would be easier if he didn't have to explain why you're here to the literal princess of hell. Its not like you could tell her yourself. You'd rather walk home a bit early and save him the trouble.

You glance at the digital clock stationed on his nightstand, It read 5am. Hopefully the other residents of the hotel weren't early risers. that would really be hard to explain.

You walked into his bathroom to at least attempt to make yourself a bit more presentable. You let out the breathy shell of a laugh; amused by the emotionally supportive posters and positive notes that adorn the wall around the sink. He was trying in some way, he was trying to make the best of things. He didn't have anyone to remind him it was going to be okay besides the small grey kitten saying "hang in there". on one of the larger posters. You pick up a note in Angel's swirled handwriting

"You're hot in more ways than just physically! Nice ass but nicer everything else"

It was a little silly, but it made you feel better for a second. Your eye gets caught on your hellish exterior in the mirror. God- you looked rough.

The mascara stains under your eyes did nothing but highlight the heavy bags that already resided there. Your hair had awkwardly shifted back into its natural texture in some places and erupted in frizz in others. You were still wearing that burlesque outfit Valentino had picked for you. Russet red dried blood and what you assumed to be half a fruity cocktail stained the front. You looked like an extra in a poorly funded zombie film.

Ironically the outfit had been one of your favorites before then. It reminded you of Alastor- big surprise there- almost everything does at this point.

The cut of the top and the off shoulder sleeves reminded you of the dress he had bought you to celebrate your new part time gig singing at that little bar downtown. The outfit's color reflected it marvelously as well- sadly the similarities seemed to end there. The outfit had numerous cut outs and a slit up each side. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but those subtle details kept it in your good graces. Not that it mattered, it was practically ruined now. Maybe you thought too deeply, but it started to feel painfully ironic.

You had sewn into the outfit memories of an ill-fated gentle romance and a shared cup of camomile tea, but ultimately it doesn't change what it really was, stained with the shadow of lust...Just as you had been.

The outfit would never truly resemble that dress. Even if you found an ounce of similarity. Even if you dragged it to the tailor and used its corroded bones to recreate the dress exactly.They weren't the same, they could never be.

You weren't the same.

You hadn't been for quite some time.

In the end, it wouldn't matter if he would ever consider accepting you in the condition you're in. Your skin will always sustain the weight of Valentino's hand. The vulnerability in your soul had been sparked by fear as opposed to love. Whats done is done. Even if you had been crafted with the object of love in mind your heart had been distorted beyond the point of recognition, it could never really be the same again.

With that, you didn't want him to find you anymore. It would be worse to watch him fall out of love with you as he realised you weren't the same. The love you had so protectively harboured in your heart for the devilish man was cut loose. It drifted away into the rotting sea of your soul surrounding it. You couldn't bring yourself to tear down the post you had previously tied it to. Even if you told yourself you couldn't love him any longer, the hole he left in your heart was too large for your will to cover.

You shrug on the coat you had slung on the floor before crashing last night and slide on your shoes.

You grab a pen from Angel's desk-if you could even call it that. It was nothing more than an old bar stool with a jar of pens and a pink glittery notepad. You scrawled a simplistic message. You didn't want him to worry about you. Even if he said he didn't care, he was sensitive. You didn't want to hurt him any more than you had already.

" Hey Angie! I went home- don't worry I wasn't kidnapped! Eat something for breakfast or I swear to god I'll make you eat an eyebrow pencil next time I see you..Love ya lots<3" Your handwriting was a bit messier than normal but it did the job okay.

You walked to the door, opening it it quietly, the lock behind you clicking as you shut the door to Angel Dust's room.

Finding your way out of the hotel was trickier than you expected but nothing you couldn't manage. Once outside you began to shiver. You tugged your coat tightly against your skin, not that it helped much. You refused to fly in such icy temperatures. The wind would be far less intrusive at a slower speed.

The walk from your apartment to the hotel was a little over an hour. Perhaps if you weren't so hung over it wouldn't have taken you as long.The sun just begun to peak out from the horizon, simultaneously allowing enough space for the nightly wind to have free passage, and the blinding light of the sun to assault your eyes; your own special little fuck you from the universe.

The steps up leading to your third floor flat were much steeper than you had previously recalled. Hauling your body up them took a lot more energy than you care to admit. Out of breath and slightly sweaty you were finally headed down towards your room.

Your steps creak in harmony with the ancient building's crumbling walls. You glance down the hallway at what you had hoped would be a chance to decompress.

You stop abruptly a few units from your own. The door was ajar. You pull a short pocket knife from the side of your shoe. The rusted knob looked no worse than it already did. The lock however, featured a few more scratches than you recalled.

You were too tired for this bullshit, You hadn't actually used a knife before. Stabbing people seemed like an intuitive thing to do, but your inexperience left you drenched in anxiety. Nothing within you wanted to go inside, but your legs begged for rest. There really wasn't any use in preventing the inevitable. Eventually you would go inside or whoever was inside would come out. Either way its stab or be stabbed. The door whines as you slide yourself inside. You knew the situation was dangerous, all you had was a shitty knife you mostly used to open packages. If someone was here to kill you..without your voice no one would even know. You pushed the thought aside. You could still run. You could still fly. You weren't hopeless.You crept throughout the apartment with the knife raised steadily in front of you- ready to fight whatever had arrived.. Nothing ever came. By the first two rooms you had lost your concern. It was just how you left it. You stepped into your bathroom, locking the door behind you. You must have just forgotten to close the door behind you the day before.

You glanced around the bathroom before you noticed it was not in the disrepair you'd left it in. A fresh bouquet of roses sat neatly in the vase, the old dried flowers tied and hung above them to use in your next bath. The radio you had so unfortunately melted been replaced by an antique model adorned in golden trim and a stained glass depiction of a small canary. Lastly, a neatly wrapped vermillion box sat on the opposite side of your vanity, a wax sealed envelope tucked between the box and the large velvety bow.

This was a bit ( really fucking) weird. Curiosity over took you as you reached for the dark inky envelope.

You trace the underside of the waxy seal with the edge of your knife, effectively tearing it from the envelopes dark paper. You unfolded the letter unsure where something like this would even come from. You had admirers, but anything they said or gifted to you went through Valentino first. He was the only one he deemed fit to give or take anything from you. He was greedy in the gifts he received and thoughtless in the gifts he gave. None of this felt thoughtless.

Dearest y/n,

I believe it is time you were compensated for all that I have put you through these past two days. I believe you would simply sparkle in this color. If it is to your liking, please wear it tonight. I hope to see you there.

With love,

-Yours truly

Val had gifted you dresses and other fashions in the past, more for his own satisfaction than as a reward. He rarely wrote the notes himself or even delivered the gift. He left it up to an unlucky assistant or just threw the garment in your face in passing.. Nothing about this felt like anything he would do. Perhaps one of his newer assistants didn't get the memo he is a massive piece of shit.

Regardless, you were curious to see what odd fantasy you were fulfilling tonight. You untied the ribbon. Upon lifting the lid, you realised today was going to end up much stranger than you'd hoped. Nothing about this made sense. The dress reminded you of something you might have worn out in your younger days..Was Val planning some weird 20s fetish night or just attempting to fuck with you? He knew the details of your past, with the exception of Alastor's involvement. Perhaps it was some form of psychological warfare you didn't understand.

Upon closer inspection , the dress was astoundingly quite tasteful. You pulled the item from the box pleased it kept going. Usually if the purchased dress was "too long" it would be cut short before it arrived in your hands, causing you a stressful few hours with your sewing machine fixing seams and hem lines.

You slid of the shell of your dirtied clothes and stepped into the dress. It fit you like a glove. The familiar 1920's silhouette and subtle inclusion of art deco threatened to pull you back into your old habits. It really was a gorgeous dress. The beaded scarlet fabric clung to your hips before slightly flaring at your knees. It sported a neckline adorned with crystals that dipped off of your shoulders and into the sleeves The back of the dress scooped down to your lower back a deeper toned train following it. Despite your otherwise disheveled appearance, you felt beautiful.

You look down at the red fabric pooling behind you, you don't want it to, but your mind begins to shift.

1929: New Orleans: The Bar

Your hands shake more than you wished they would, no matter how many times you sang here it always left you feeling anxious. The music sways in tandem with the bars patrons, mimicking the constant lull of conversation. You began to sing.Your voice cuts through the clinking of glasses and exhilarating cheers with a crystalline ring. You glance over to the bar in view of Alastor. His eyes trapped in a half lidded love led daze, filled with nothing but adoration for you.

You glance back down at your hands. They are covered in black velvet, contrasted by a simple pearl bracelet hanging loosely from your wrist. It was one of the many from Alastor on your birthday earlier that year. You had insisted it was far too much, and he insisted you were making far too big a deal of it. He wanted you to feel appreciated and loved, what better way to accomplish that than with a meaningful gift.

He wasn't fantastic with words when it came to you. His hands craved contact with your own. The sentiment he needed to convey didn't fully exist within the bounds of english, or french for that matter. You were worth more than any riches the world could offer you. He could spend his nights bottling starlight and collecting bits of moon and lay them at your feet, and he still wouldn't feel like it was enough. His mind drifted to your past. You were private with the majority of the details. He had collected the story over time from thoughtless anecdotes you mentioned in passing. He knew life before him hadn't been kind.Your mother had died during your birth, but her face stayed firmly in your grasp. Your father hated you for that reason, and he was not a pacifistic man. He felt you had taken the love of his life and left him alone with nothing more than a portrait you hadn't yet grown into. He had been sickly the majority of your life. The more you grew in likeness to your mother the less he fought to get better. He died when you were only 14, leaving you to fend for your siblings. You had raised them just as much as you raised yourself. If the world wasn't going to gift you a delicate existence. Alastor certainly would be. In that moment he vowed to make sure you never felt worried or lost ever again, he couldn't bare the thought of it.

He was shaken from his thoughts as the song climaxed into a loud jazzy finish. You glanced over at him again with a smile. You stepped down from the stage, the red fabric trailing behind you. You walked across the bar and into his arms. He instinctively wraps around your waist, his hand nestled into your own. The moment is pure ecstasy.

"If I could on pick one sound to hear for the rest of eternity it would be your darling voice mon cher" His honey toned voice whispered into your ear. You looked marvellous but the sound of your voice was entrancing.

Your eyes roll, a satirical air taking over your tone. "How many times did you rehearse that line Al?"

" Very evidently not enough. You've made i clear I needed a bit more rehearsal" His familiar sarcastic attitude evident in his tone. "For such a pretty face you have a hard time accepting a compliment"

You giggle into his chest.He placed a kiss against your forehead. Subconsciously you lean into his touch. You can't help but want to be closer to him. Your arms stretch around his neck effectively pulling him into a hug.

"My my, someones touchy this evening" his distinctive laugh following shortly after. It was the kind of laugh you could hear across a crowded room twenty years in the future and immediately know it was him. your hands travel to either side of his face, cupping it gently. Before you know it, your lips meet his. This kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is imbued with ever ounce of love you have ever felt for each other. His grasp on your waist tightens, pulling you in as close as humanly possible. The dark brown strands of his hair tangle into your hands. The kiss heats up faster than either of you care to admit before you finally register you're in public. He quickly composes himself, as do you. A sly smile stretches across his face. He glances down at your dress, his mind floating aimlessly searching for an excuse to be alone with you. Despite how deeply he loved you, he wasn't the type to display that in public. It felt a bit unsavoury. You were his and his alone.

"Darling, I think you may have torn your dress, during your wonderful performance. Would you allow me to help you fix it in a more, secluded location"

You looked down at your dress not entirely understanding what he meant. He always had your best interest in mind, perhaps he saw something you didn't. Besides, you didn't want to ruin the dress he bought you any further than you already had unknowingly.

"Oh I didn't realise it had torn. Of course, thank you love."

You take his hand in yours and lead him into the small dressing room. It was really just an extra office the owner had put a few mirrors, a changing screen, and vanity into. You stood in front of the taller of the two mirrors attempting to locate the tear.

"Alastor love, I don't see what you mean perhaps it was the ligh-"

Before you can finish your sentence his lips are pressed against your own. You lean into the kiss grasping onto his vest to steady yourself. You're caught in your own personal whirlwind. Your hands are glued against his sepia skin.

He breaks the kiss for a moment kissing the corner of your mouth trailing down your jaw and onto your neck. He sucks lightly against your skin

You're so precious to me y/n" his voice is deeper than it normally was. It held each desire he felt and simultaneously every ounce of adoration.

You let out a soft gasp as he lightly bites the side of your neck. He travels along it as your hands tangle themselves in his hair once more. God you didn't want this to end, but you wanted to feel closer to him. You drag him away from your neck placing your lips against his once more.Your hands trace the outline of his shoulders. His hands explore the curve of your spine and the softness of your waist. He lifts you up and sits you against the vanity. Subconsciously your legs wrap around his waist deepening the kiss. (scream)

"I have never loved someone the way I love you Alastor..thank you for letting me" You breathe out in between kisses.

He wasn't one to let people in. Not truly, he had a public persona and a private one. You were glad to get to know the esteemed radio host outside of the studio. You were so glad he let you seen him the way he was so afraid to be perceived as...Vulnerable.

A/N: LOL IM SORRY THAT ONE WAS KINDA SHORT. Also please let me know it the writing style and lengths are working. I've never really written before so Idk the right way to do this. Thanks for reading :) <3

-Also congrats to me for not using a song as the crutch to come up with a title.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin alastor #im knawing at the bars of my encloser #Me writing Al in the present challenge: IMPOSSIBLE #this is so short im sorry #also was not expecting many people to read these so thank you guys i love you #you best believe the shitty song fic titles are coming back next chapter #youre meeting him and having a big ol fight next chapter i just dont want yall to be happy ig

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katyawriteswhump · 14 days ago

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the freak in the penthouse: the end!

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :) On AO3

Chapter 18: Epilogue (2/2) and Happily Ever After

They passed through the hotel lobby, grinning like lovestruck morons, lost in each other’s eyes.

Odd couple didn’t even faintly capture it. Eddie was, of course, wearing a thrash metal t-shirt and a bellhop hat, while Steve sported a thousand-dollar designer suit. If they got any judgmental looks, Eddie didn’t notice any more than he cared. To these high society jerks, he might look like a flat-broke stoner. Joke on them was that the credit card Eddie had slammed on the counter was well in the black.

Vecna’s Doom Quest II had been a blockbuster hit. While he’d paid all his early royalties back to Dustin, Suzie and their charitable trusts, he and Steve had plenty of cash left over for them to live a lifestyle that… wasn’t beyond their wildest dreams, actually. So far, and with the exception of the harrowing court cases, it’d been quiet and domestic and just kinda nice.

When they approached the revolving door, Steve reached out and squeezed Eddie’s hand. Steve was always super-vigilant, looking out for him, when they were out and about in crowded places. Occasionally, Eddie also worried they were getting too responsible and middle-aged before their time.

Or maybe not.

When they finally got back to their rented apartment, there were six messages on the answerphone:

“Dude, pick up!” Gareth whined, on the full-to-bursting tape. “Jeff’s van’s totally busted, so we’re gonna fly down and practice on your gear at the apartment. You better be ready, man.”

Ooookay. Quiet domesticity was about to be shattered.

Eddie had finally persuaded Corroded Coffin to get back together. While he army-crawled his way toward the challenge of performing live again, they’d recorded a demo and scattered-gunned it all over LA. Next week they’d gotten their first actual audition, with a lowkey Indie label.

Now, Eddie grimaced, while Steve made a beeline for the galley kitchen. While Eddie was pumped for the audition, he’d hoped they’d have a day or so more to themselves.

“Better order several crates of beer in,” muttered Steve, pausing to kick a stray drumstick out of his path. He dumped a paper bag of snaffled pastries from the hotel kitchen. “I got first dibs on the leftover cinnamon buns, before your crew eat us out of house and fucking home.”

“Look, I know you said you were fine with the band crashing here,” said Eddie, pursuing Steve across the barely visible linoleum, “you sure about that?”

“I do technically own a hotel for a few more hours.” Steve chugged back some Diet Coke then shrugged. “This place is already cluttered with your shit. I can rarely find middle C on my keyboard, so I don’t see what difference a few more sweaty bodies is gonna make, and… I get it, Eddie. If you guys wanna be real again, or whatever, capture the right vibes, you need to get back to those grass roots.”

As long as nobody smokes grass in my Babe’s apartment. Eddie wasn’t going to say that out loud, because Steve would bristle. Eddie would quietly enforce it anyway.

“Okay, feel free to change your mind,” he said. “They piss us off, I’m sure Robin can store them in your old linen closet, or something.”

Steve snickered, but genuinely seemed chill about it. In fact, his smirk segued into a grin, one hand snaking around to find that strategically placed rip in Eddie’s jeans—so yeah, basically groping Eddie’s butt-cheek. “We better make the most of our privacy, right?” he purred.

Eddie stalled only to plop back on the bellhop hat, which he’d still gotten clutched in one sweaty paw: “Your wish is my command.”

“Jesus, will you drop that shit?” Steve’s grip on Eddie’s ass tightened, and he smacked his lips to Eddie’s in an inarguably hungry kiss.

…

Steve couldn’t ever get enough of kissing Eddie. He couldn’t ever get enough of their life together.

Today, Eddie tasted of coffee and almond pastries and of… yeah, that uniquely awesome taste of Eddie. Kissing him set off the sappiest lyrics wailing in Steve’s ears. He was only sorry, as he backed Eddie out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom, that they’d not gotten Corroded Coffin’s ‘Fire Shroud’ demo blasting from the beatbox. Steve, basically, had Bryan Adams on a hell-loop: ‘You know it's truuuue, Everything I dooooo, I do it for yooooou!’

On the other hand, it was so good to have music as his happy place again.

Before, he’d hardly been able to endure songs he once loved. The feelings that they’d triggered, and the avalanche of memories, had been too overwhelming. Once he’d learned the truth about his parents, he’d been able to grieve at last. To finally move on, knowing they’d done their best to look out for him after all. It wasn’t their fault—nor his, really—that he’d been conned.

He even conceded that Extreme cover of ‘Love of my Life’ was passable. But only after he made Eddie sing the original Queen harmonies—as many as one guy could—while he was belting it out on his other new beloved, his Yamaha keyboard.

One matter between them remained slightly off-key, though.

Eddie was still hyper-conscious about how things had started out, how he’d hired Steve as a hooker. Steve was eternally telling him that he didn’t need to ‘make amends,’ that they’d rarely been out-of-kilter in the bedroom. Eddie still needed reassurance sometimes.

Which Steve was more than willing to give.

Now, when they broke for air, Steve wedged his fingers under the chin strap of the bellhop cap. He swung Eddie around with it before shoving him down flat on their entirely normal-sized double bed. Who needed Emperor-size when you sleep best entangled in each other? Eddie didn’t snore so bad since he quit, while Steve’s asthma was pretty much under control.

Though not as much as he had a demonically grinning Eddie completely under his control. He straddled Eddie’s torso, playfully pinning Eddie’s arms either side of his head.

“I can ask for anything, right?” Steve arched over Eddie, nibbling his lips down the curve of Eddie’s throat.

“Hell, yeeeeeah,” Eddie was saying, his voice pitching toward a squeak. Steve nuzzled his thrumming voice-box and undulated on top of him, bumping and grinding against his groin.

“Let’s start with getting rid of that dumb hat.” It was flung across the room in an instant. “Seeing as I’m gonna spend the next week being your groupie”—Steve paused to scrub his tongue up the shallow stubble on Eddie’s throat— “I want you to get totally metal on my ass. I mean, Jesus, Munson! It’s been a traumatic day. I’m not in the mood for heavy lifting.”

Then he slammed back down for another kiss, rolling and grappling and hugging and laughing, till Eddie rolled on top, pinning him instead.

“Fuuuuuck, Stevie!” Eddie now sucked Steve’s earlobe, nibbling the line of his jaw. Eddie’s hands slid down his arms, thumbing the super-sensitive arc of Steve’s elbow—Christ, when he was with Eddie, every part of his skin turned into an erogenous zone. They helped each other out of their shirts—not quite sending buttons flying nor seams ripping. Eddie really loved that Exodus t-shirt, which was limited edition and pretty much irreplaceable, while Steve had only sunk money into one premium-brand court day outfit.

“God, I love you so much,” whispered Eddie. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your body is?”

“Yeah. Every day. Never gets old… Shit, yeah… Lower… Gnng!” Eddie’s breaths blazed over Steve’s tightly sucked-in belly, while Steve gyrated up against him. Then Eddie hooked his fingers in Steve’s tailored waistband and peeled Steve’s pants down—a relief, because Steve’s erection was definitely straining plenty of stitches around there. He forgot that the instant he was freed, the pants tossed aside. Eddie took Steve’s dick in his mouth and pure liquid ecstasy overtook him.

Steve rested his head back on the feather-soft pillow, otherwise floating on thin air, all his awareness confined to the blowjob. Eddie suckled briefly, then licked his length, before seeking out that tender patch round the back of Steve’s dick that Eddie knew he loved. Like he loved when Eddie’s rough knuckles kneaded and toyed at the base of his balls. He loved how they knew each other’s desires so damn well.

“Yes, there… Christ!” Steve literally went cross-eyed with need. Nevertheless, while he knew Eddie would happily blow him and swallow every last drop of jizz, that wasn’t what Steve wanted right now:

“Hey, groupie wants his ass played with.”

“Demanding brat, aren’t you, groupie?”

Steve grinned, tightened his fist in Eddie’s hair. “Always.”

Steve rolled onto his belly, and luxuriated in Eddie’s skilled hands, playing him like a goddamn musical instrument. Okay, cliché alert, but who fucking cared? Eddie worked Steve open, slicked fingers strumming inside him, and Steve leaked precum everywhere. They’d need to change the sheets before the band arrived, or there was gonna be some real grungy stains around.

Steve, still squirming and simmering, peeped back to watch Eddie lubing his so-fucking-ready dick. Steve was in the mood for doggy, so he pushed himself up onto his forearms and knees, keening with relief when he felt Eddie’s cock nudge along his crack. His whole frame tautened to breaking point, tight springs coiling in the base of his dick and sacs. Then he unleashed a comfortable sigh and pressed backward, the same instant Eddie jerked his hips forward and breached him.

He kinda happy sobbed, eyes watering. Oh wow. That moment of total connection… that stretching, searing, almost-too-much yumminess.

“Yes… wow… so good,” he panted.

“Damn, you feel sweet, groupie,” cooed Eddie, an arm bracing Steve’s middle, kissing Steve’s nape. Steve’s shoulders loosened a little and he adjusted to the penetration.

“Not so bad yourself, rockstar.”

Steve snatched a tight breath then exhaled again, long and hard, his body softening toward a puddle of pleasure. Apart from his dick, which was obviously screamingly hard. Screw houses with swimming pools—as far as Steve was concerned, this was Eddie’s forever home. He twisted his head to nip Eddie’s ludicrously soft, lush lips with a wet kiss.

“Metal on my ass, right?”

“Whatever you desire, my Liege.”

Eddie began to move, and so did Steve. Despite what he’d said earlier, Steve found himself totally pepped for a workout. He thrust back against Eddie, setting the rhythm at that perfect pace—fast enough to set his teeth lightly rattling, but slow enough for the drag against his prostate to absolutely set him on fire. He was just reaching for his needy dick, when Eddie beat him to it, chivalrously pumping Steve to the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Steve grinned into the pillow and let the pleasure build and crash through him. They’d melded as one, like waves on the fucking sun-kissed seashore. As Eddie surged into him, Steve crashed back.

“Stevie,” sighed Eddie, voice wavering on pained. “Dammit… Fuck, fuck… how does this just keep getting better?”

“Fuuuuck!” wailed Steve, so not in the headspace for existential discussions. He was caught between wanting this to continue forever, and the sensations getting a touch too much. His climax built in those mad waves, then rushed upon him. As he started to come, Eddie did too, deep inside him, in a series of joyful, juddering thrusts.

…

They floated happily, tangled together, through their shared post-coital high.

Steve wound up dozing with his nose buried courageously close to Eddie’s sweaty armpit. Eddie, on the other hand, wasn’t quite in the mood for a nap. He stretched out and grabbed a music mag from a pile on the bedside cabinet, causing a minor avalanche.

He leafed through, until his attention zoned in on an advertisement that made his blood jump: “Yikes.”

“What?” Steve’s muffled voice resonated through Eddie’s chest.

“Check this out, Babe. The actual owners of Jimi Hendrix’s guitar are putting it up for auction.”

“Oh. Wow.” Steve’s chin dug into Eddie’s pec as he slid his face up to see what Eddie was on about, and Eddie helped by brushing his hair from his eyes. “Well, if you reckon it’s gonna help you in the audition, maybe you should—”

“Naaaah,” said Eddie, the word blending into an unbothered yawn. He chucked the magazine to the floor and curled both arms around Steve, cuddling him a little tighter. “It’s gonna be me and my two true sweethearts against the world from now on.”

“You can battle all you like with your beloved guitar, man. I’m looking forward to not having the world fight back for a change.” Steve sounded invigoratingly bitchy.

Eddie pressed a kiss to his hair. They curled up beneath the covers to enjoy being naked together… till the arrival of Corroded Coffin sent their lives spiralling off into a new kind of chaos, this time entirely of their own choosing.

The End

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Thank you for reading to the end and I really hope you enjoyed the fic. Likes, re-blogs, comments and follows are always very much appreciated and will help feed the bunnies for possible future fic, though I've a feeling this will be my last long fic, at least for now, though I do intend to finish all my WIPs, including 'power of love' over the next few weeks, if possible🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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readingwiththestars · 6 months ago

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₊˚⊹♡ IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER

["whatever our souls are made of hers and mine are the same"]

| ✮ 3.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers for ihhbwm + some spoliers for ioihth]

ok so lemme tell you i had the BIGGEST reading slump ever just as i started to read this. so this review may be a little choppy at some points because i've just pointblank forgotten some parts and don't wanna go back and re-read finny's pov just yet.

i was so on the fence about reading this because on one hand i really wanted to read finny's pov and on the other, complete and utter heartbreak.... yeah....... so anyway i read it.

when i tell you that this book had me ugly crying in the middle of the night. like seriously finny's pov?? fucking broke me. are you kidding me? the way he speaks about autumn? ugh when am i gonna find a guy like finny fr? but seriously this book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions just from the heartbreak knowing whats already gonna happen to finny as he describes how happy he is and how he can't believe autumn loves him back, to the smile i had on my face reading about 'the moms' bickering over baby stuff for autumn.

i will say this now i did expect a little more (hence the rating). i wanted idk more closure at the end there. idk rlly know how to describe it better since its 10 o'clock at night and ive had zero sleep for the past four nights in a row. but yeah i wanted something more. (bitch u wanted finny to be alive)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

finny -

*sobbing noises* i could go on a damn rant abt this boy. holy shit. he's just perfect. if i see one person ONE PERSON coming after him istg- he was such a caring sweet person like the pencil??? and always going to the sketchy gas station (i nearly called it a servo then lmao) to get the candy autumn likes?? and always making sure people were safe when he drives?? *cough* apparently not you though sylvie *cough* just ahhh laura when i get you. cause like why'd you have to make him get out of the car, hmmm? lets just compromise and you give me an alternate universe where finny misses the puddle or better yet where sylvie kept her damn seatbelt on.

jack -

tbh i wasn't all that excited to read about jack. (also to be fair i was still sobbing from finny's pov so that probably didn't help) like i seriously just thought it'd be some jock trying to process finny's death by hooking up with alexis (who by the way can go jump up her own ass and die) but we got the whole other side of him where he was genuinely affected by finny's death and really was his best friend. but the way he didn't like autumn way just- yeah. also i saw him and sylvie coming from a mile away like seriously it wasn't very subtle.

autumn -

*sobbing noises increase* autumn my baby girl. i just wanted to jump through the pages and give her a hug. seriously i feel robbed that we didn't get to see a happy autumn. angie and her's friend ship was so precious tho. and i love love LOVE that they bonded over being moms/soon-to-be-moms. im also just gonna say the way we didn't see an ounce of jamie or sasha this entire book made me so happy! i also lowkey wanted to see more of when she was an actual mom? like what would she name the baby? i wanted to see domestic autumn a little more. but i still love her so much and it was so lovely to see her heal <3

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers]

"my love for her is the closest thing i have to religion. but it's okay that she doesn't feel the same. i'm fine. i can handle it" - finny

"my devotion to autumn is engraved on my very being. i am in awe of her. i will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. i know i'll always love her in the same way i know i'll always need oxygen" - finny

"it's all done. finn's story is over. his whole life. that was it. not even nineteen years, and he'll never, ever do anything else ever again. finn won't go off to college or celebrate his birthday. he won't get another hair cut or get the oiled changed in his car. he won't bite a hangnail on his thumb or buy another CD. finn smith has done everything he will ever do. he won't get to be with autumn." - jack

“this baby isn't what's left over from our love story. this baby is our story's continuation.” - autumn

"if only i'd told her that i loved her years ago, i wouldn't be here now." - finny

all in all laura you can pay for my therapy mkay?

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littlemessyjessi · 2 years ago

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Christmas Cookies: Stray Kids Reactions

Decorating Christmas Cookies: Stray Kids Reactions/Imagines

Chan

This is so domestic and he is THRIVING. Like, what a sweet wholesome man. He is giving mega husband energy right now. But like, it's a whole thing with him. He makes a list including all kinds of fun extras. Somehow turns a grocery shopping trip into a pre-date date night. It's so fun and carefree and you fall in love with each other all over again.

Minho

Omg. So like… bless. He doesn't outwardly say just HOW excited he is about this but he's been looking forward to it all week. He didn't tell you he bought special cat shaped cookie cutters and you didn't tell him that you planned on make 'christmas cookies' treats for the cats either. And when you reveal this to one another… it's like a kdrama moment, honestly. So sappy it would make you both cringe if you weren't so hopeless for one another.

Changbin

So listen, this man will do anything for you. I mean, seriously. He's so in love with you that if you wanted to stroll through a grocery store as the Grinch and Cindy Lou Who… he'd totally do it just to see you smile so big. So when you asked if he wanted to make Christmas cookies with you… of course he was in. Likely spits some rap about cookies that lowkey slap, lol. However, makes you swear you didn't record that shit. However… you secretly did and 100% sent it to Felix secretly.

Hyunjin

Actually, quite into this idea of a quiet evening at home, just the two of you making cookies. Picks out a nice apron to tie around his waist, clips his hair back away from his face and looks at you with wide eyes ready for instruction. However. Promptly glues himself to your back. You figure out rather quickly that he would rather just cuddle up to you and taste test. Despite it being difficult moving around the kitchen with a Hyunjin backpack… it's actually quite cute and sweet. So you let it slide. He basically enjoys the fruit of your labor but he's cute and he's sweet and he's yours…. so you let it go.

Jisung

Ok, so… this is chaos personified. Here me out. Because like, when you told him the plan a week ago, his mind was racing on a certain theme he wanted to. But like… that was a week ago. And how his hyperfocus on that theme has already changed and he's into something else. So he's kinda bummed because he went by and bought sprinkled to do cyberpunk inspired Christmas cookies but he's kinda fizzled out on that by now. But here's the thing. You know that man like the back of your hand. So, not only had you already picked up mega packs of icing and sprinkles in all different colors…. but you also paid attention to what he was excited about like two days ago and picked up a few icing decorations relating to his new favorite anime. When you lay it all out in front of him… truthfully it almost makes him cry. Not because of some colored sugar. But because you know him enough to prepare. It's the fact that you pay attention to him and not only do you not get annoyed by his changing interests but you're also supportive. He nearly squeezes you to death in a hug.

Felix

Ok, so Brownie Boy is READY! Quality time and sweets? I mean, come on. Felix is down. You let him take the lead on it because he seems so excited. He makes cookies and you attempt to do his brownies because Christmas brownies can be a thing, right? You don't end up getting the brownies right and you pout but he's quick to console you. His cookies end up perfect which is no surprise. And he's sitting there, icing a cookie, looking so handsome and lovely and good god, how did you get so lucky? So ask it aloud and he turns shy but there's a sparkle in his eye. And omfg, it's so cute I just want to throw up. But like… in a cute way. Is that possible?

Seungmin

Well. The cookies did not go as planned. The first batch burned to a crisp. The second didn't get done in the middle. And the third… well nothing is wrong with them but you were so frustrated but you reached in without a mitt to get them and burned your hand. Like, you're over it. You're upset. You're frustrated, embarrassed and honestly just sad. But do you know what your amazing man does? He makes you laugh. Like so hard you're about to choke on your spit. How? He's sassing the cookies like it was THEIR fault. Like genuine insults. "Come on, baby. These losers don't even deserve to be eaten. I'll take you out for cakes. At least they know how to be proper baked goods." The failed attempts are long forgotten but your heart has been warmed by your sweetie.

Jeongin

For about half a second, he was about to be bossy maknae. However, then you hit him with the death stare and he 100% pulled the baby bread shit on you. All big eyes and cute 'sorry, babe'. Cue that wide grin and dimples and twinkly eyes. Little shit can get out of anything. Still tries to slide some bossy shit in on you and it takes everything in you not to beat his ass with a wooden spoon.

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robotsrawesome64 · 8 months ago

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heyy!! I just found your acc and you look pretty cool and i’m lowkey interested in your cod matchup!!

some stuff :

i’m 5”6, I have shoulder length curly brown hair, i’m midsize girlie (thick thighs save lives my friends)

I crochet, I love reading but i’m in a reading slump rn so it’s not it

i’m quite sarcastic when I can be, I do like to think i’m nice?! but I can be a cunt so you know take that as you will.

i’m english! midlands girlie so my accent is shite

and I have a leopard gecko called hercules after the disney film <3

LMAOO of course pookums, thank you so much Everyone here is so nice is2g /pos

I matched you with….

SOAP!!!!!!! SOOOAPPPPP!!!!!!!!!! or gaz but for this purpose SOOOOOOAPPPPP 🧼💧🌊💙

W: all implied/off-screen consent, manhandling(carried), (implied flirting in a) drinking environment, soap drinks a lil implication, dog kill shelter mention/ euthanasia waiting list (the dog was ok they were just on the list before), childhood (late/died happy of old age) doggy conversation, slight domestic intimidation (playful, but jealousy+ is man), in order but vague/gaps

The first time he saw you across the room his stare lingered before his mate patted him out of it. Oh- yeah, right. He was a little nervous, but he thought this would be fun.

And when you talked with others, he'd glance to poke his head over at your social vitality.

Greeted you like he would anyone else on the team. Respectfully, heartily offered a hand out to dap you up with a nod, a smiley glint in his eye.

Thank fuck, someone else with a normal accent. All these Horrible Histories-ass team members. When you got misunderstood once Soap just bumped your shoulder in camaraderie. "Hah! See Ghost, ye eejit. Ye can't even recognize yer own- it's not just me, yer just due hearing aids at yer big age."

Would 'casually' invite you out to hit a pub with a group on downtime in case you weren't invited already.

He'd exhale and shrug his shoulders seeing you across the room, trying to psyche himself up to approach you. Be normal, MacTavish.

You both worked under the Allegiance, your unit a flexible help/home-base support to use for specialist brigades like Task Force 141.

Soap had always kept an eye out when he walked past your worksite. One day, he noticed you working late, swamped with gun repairs that'd fallen hard off cargo transport.

"Wanna bet I can fix that?" He pointed to (for him) an intimidatingly complex mess of parts. "If I win, I can take you out. Or- I can just have your gratitude. Ladies choice." He nodded his chin up as he spoke to pretend he wasn't shitting himself internally.

If you agreed he relievedly sat down next to you, double-taking at some tools he didn't know how to use before just using his hands for the most-part. He studiously re-assembled (?) the parts- with some definite back and forth- with surprising swiftness. Any of your teasing just made him playfully curse back at you and work harder.

He...made..something? It looked like it worked, but definitely not OSHA certified. Would definitely have to take this verdict to the judges.

Makes the highest pitch noise you've heard him make as he leant towards you to look at your phone. Holy shit: lizard. Uh- gecko, right.

"Ah, handsome fucker isnae." He peered with focused breath.

Aye, Hercules? Suits him. Oh-! No fucking way. He put his finger up, urging you to wait as he whips out his phone to focusedly scroll for something, swaying as he stood. Waaait. Waittt..

Here. He leant down close over your shoulder. A picture of a Shetland sheepdog (that glam long-hair orange, white, black short-medium herding dog).

"Ariel." Uh-huh. He leant on his hand now on your seat behind you in-between scrolling to more pictures of her. "Designer adult dog in the shelter 'caus her last owner couldn't hack her. Lively, good eye, biter: perfect. Was on the kill list. I begged me mam for her." He swiped to a picture of kid him beaming, hugging her. "She kept me in shape better than any Sarg. I was gonna call her Shit Nugget or something, but mam wouldn't let me, so I settled for my favourite princess instead." ("Mermaids are fuckin cool.")

Soap rubbed your shoulder. "Ahh, c'mon. I'm sure the little guy'll survive without its mam for a bit."

"Tough seeing them grow up, huh?" He offered, tilting his head playfully before he searched your face, trying to think of something: "-Besides, you got a hercules right here." He joked, making a show of backing up to pat his scarred bicep.

"No? Yer breaking my back, lass.. Hmm.." He decided to stand and tried to cross his eyes to impersonate a gecko, I guess (??). So embarrassing. "Whats the difference. Thas right, indistinguishable."

Uses your shoulders as an arm-rest when standing in public in front of your team, pretending to be oblivious to your protest.

Would absolutely throw you over his shoulder for shits and giggles, or if you got too smart with him. Easy. Would obviously pretend to wobble and cackle, before adjusting your weight over his shoulder again and casually pretending to go about his business (to prove a point of just how much of a non-issue it was for him).

In-between deployments he'd lay back on your cot behind you, leaning on his elbow to try and precisely comb out/untangle any knots while your hair was still damp. He'd faux curse under his breath to himself and sit up, adjusting and getting you to sit 'properly' in front of him so he can do a better job. To attention please; this was a matter of pride /j.

When he comes back from work sore and groaning exasperatedly, he insists on cuddles whilst you're focused on crocheting. He climbs onto your bed situation and lays with a huff hugging your waist.

Remarks and looks over each crotchet project wholly whether it's half done or finished. " Waa!! Look at this wee fucker." -Shows it off to everyone.

"Ah yeh, my girlfriend, she can make all sortsa shit. She's like a lego character from those wee lego games."

Rolls his eyes to himself when he sees you staring at the others, sneaking up on you and leaning down to hug you over your shoulders.

His head lowered next to yours: "What're we looking at?" He'd question faux-softly.

"Uh-huh?" He follows your eyes to Ghost. "No. Be real lassie, thassa grim Christmas."

After he was finally reassured by a sufficient back and forth with a threateningly teasing tone he lets up, lulling his head to the side. "Yeah? Aye, that's what I thought. Atta girl." He kissed you on the cheek and released you.

He'd weaseled his way into your life, and you weren't too mad about it. He was your..weasel?

~divider by v6que (tumbr)

~soap:3 by JimMiIton (pinterest)

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 1 month ago

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Cutting out the clips that I marked down of my favourite bits from the ACMS 2019 streams I watched last week, and I almost feel bad about all the comedians who crafted a proper show and then performed a carefully selected segment of it to promote their work. One of my favourite bits was James Nokise coming out, threatening to burn down the castle and kill the queen, asking the audience if any of them have any weed he can share, calls to arms about breaking up the UK and establishing independence for not just Scotland and Wales and Northern Ireland but also for Northern England, goes on about how there's enough music out there so we don't need to listen to stuff made by guys who fucked teenagers even if they're David Bowie, talks shit about Margaret Thatcher, makes some passing references to colonialism being basically domestic violence.

"I'm fucking done. I'm from the colonies, I'm from the Pacific. My islands are going underwater because you cunts can't figure out fucking global warming. I want to come back here next year and burn some shit down. But right now, me and my wife are going to go smoke some weed and eat some takeaway." And then he fucks off the stage. And it's... just trust me, it's cooler than it sounds. I've remembered that in countries where weed is still illegal (which I have trouble remembering because it's been legal in Canada for so many years that weed stores are more common than liquor stores here, but apparently not everyone's there yet), comedians can sometimes make really tiresome comments where the audience is supposed to be impressed that they do something cool and rule-breaking like weed. Like the modern equivalent of comedians who used to smoke on stage. I can only promise that in context, that's not how James Nokise came across. The point did not seem to be "I'm cool and dangerous for doing drugs", it seemed to be "It's kind of funny that I'm making all these big dangerous political statements and then I'm going to do something as lowkey as just hanging out with my wife at 2 AM." Which was pretty funny in context.

This made me look up James Nokise, which I'd done before, as he's been on a few Bugle episodes and I liked him a lot. I'm familiar with the work of all the Bugle regulars, of course, but there have been a bunch of people who've been on it fewer than ten or so times each, where I don't know much about them because I don't just look everyone up. James Nokise has been on The Bugle nine times, and I've looked him up after nearly every appearance, because he always stands out to me as a really strong guest. Every time, I'm disappointed that there's not more of his stuff I can find.

I know he's an NZ comedian. Pretty much the only NZ comedian I know about who's not already been on Taskmaster - besides the obvious hotshots like Conchords/pirates/vampires/werewolves - and is therefore automatically on my wishlist for future Taskmaster NZ. Okay, he's on that list because he's the only one I know who could do it. But I'm pretty sure he'd be really good. He's also Samoan/Welsh by heritage, so, you know, not shocking that he's not a big fan of colonialism.

So like I said I've looked him up before, but annoyingly, he appears to be the only comedians in the world who not only hasn't released a stand-up special, but doesn't even have his own podcast. Not even a Wikipedia page. There are interviews with him on other people's podcasts, which I'm sure are good, as he is on The Bugle, but I'd really like to hear his own comedy. Because like I said, I almost feel bad for how much I enjoyed his ACMS appearance, given that that was clearly not his actual crafted show, just some shit he decided to yell at the crowd to rile up the anti-colonialist anger in the room. I would like to hear what he does when he's actually written stuff, has presumably carefully crafted some shit to yell to rile up anti-colonialist anger it the room.

There are some clips on YouTube but I hate watching short clips of comedians if I've never heard longer stuff, it's so un-representative. Maybe it's better than nothing.

Also, I'm pretty sure the "wife" he described in his ACMS set is Laura Davis, so he's got to be pretty cool, right, if they like hanging out with him? You've heard of the bi wife guy, I'm pretty sure he's a bi nonbinary spouse guy (he used the word "wife" in 2019 when I believe Laura's gender ID was different to what it is now, not sure whether they'd still use the word "wife" to describe themself, but the energy is still there).

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seitmai · 5 months ago

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I love Anna and Bob and therefore as always have a lot to say about them lol

"I like everything," she told him, wishing she could just kiss him like she wanted to. "I can make them fancy with some cheese," he said with a cute little grin. "Maybe tomorrow if we get up earlier, I can do omelettes." Anna wasn't going to make it. How was she supposed to just be here with Bob and not touch him? He knew about Kevin, and he was still being so lovely, she wanted to scream. "That sounds great," she whispered. "But you have to let me do the dishes later."

They are already blissfully domestic together🥰

"Girl. Do I even want to know why you're staying with Bob?" Anna sighed as she looked out the window at the neighboring houses as Jessica started to drive. "Kevin's in town, and he bruised my arm, and he tracked me down at work, and then he also knows where I live. But Bob pushed him against the wall, and I thought he was going to punch him, and then he insisted I come stay with him where it's more secure, and now I'm going to figure out how to get my manuscript." Jessica swerved slightly. "What?!" Anna laughed softly. "It's all good." And she honestly believed it was. For now.

This part is just so good!! From Jessica being noisy, Anna telling the actually horrible reason but so nonchalantly and Jessica swerving the car because of it, finished by Anna just being happy and giggly. Perfection.

Nat responded seamlessly to Bob's commands, immediately dipping down below the horizon to get Javy on missile lock. Bob loved these kinds of drills, because he was always the fastest WSO to catch on to the training schemes. And Nat always followed his instructions, making her the fastest pilot to respond.

Team work makes the dream work 🤝🏻

It didn't really matter though. He wouldn't touch her without permission. As Nat soard past Javy, Bob made a face. Clearly he wasn't opposed to accepting Anna's touches though.

I feel like Bob is lowkey touch starved (and so is probably Anna), but it's not just out of love and respect for Anna, but also because he treasures the touches by her and that's a reason why he thinks about them so much 🥺

She narrowed her eyes and added, "You have a look about you. Oh my god! You got laid again! Don't tell me it was Anna."

Nat, get a grip and leave poor Bob alone with Anna!

"Hmm, I know I can't," she said with a smirk. "Go ahead and keep your secrets," she murmured before running off to harass Bradley.

Still on my academic lover for Nat agenda!! Nat really needs to get laid when she is just switching between harassing Bob and Bradley haha (I volunteer)

I can try to make you another perfect lunch tomorrow. And if you decide you want to share my bed again and have another particularly good dream tonight, you should tell me about it as soon as you wake up. Before you get out of bed.

"Man, what is with you?," Mickey asked as Bob wandered all the way to the other end of the lounge, running his fingers through his hair. "Almost nothing can distract you from D&D." "It's Anna," he said quietly, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest."Yep, that'll do it then," Mickey muttered. "As soon as she gets divorced, you better propose."

Ahahah love Mickey, he's not wrong though 🤷🏻‍♀️

She wasn't starving for dinner at 5:00 like she usually was, but the closer Jessica got to Bob's house, the more excited Anna got."Do you know what time he usually gets home? Does Jake get home at the same time every day?"

That's the cutest shit ever how excited she gets 🥰

"Make good choices when it comes to Bob!" Jessica shouted as she rolled down the window. "And when it comes to Kevin, too! You know what? Just make good choices in general!"

Hahahaha you just have to love Jessica

This is what she wanted, and she would make herself better and better until Bob deemed her good enough for him. If that's what it took, she would figure out a way to do it.

I just wanna grab Anna by her shoulder and shake her so she finally gets that she's already perfect for Bob!

It was made out of sheer lace, and he immediately wondered if he'd be able to see her freckles through the fabric.

I love that he loves the details🥰

It seemed like he'd done well for himself with all of Anna's money, and Bob just fucking hated him.

You and me both buddy, you and me both 😤

Bob studied her pretty face and her messy braid. "Should I get in bed and wait for you?" She nodded and bit her lip before scampering out of his room toward the bathroom.

🥰🥰🥰

Her lips brushed his one last time before she settled in with her cheek resting on his chest, and soon she was asleep while Bob held her, wondering if there was some way he could help her get her manuscript so she could finally leave Kevin behind.

I'm dying at how cute they are 🥰

Anna hummed and licked some mustard from her lip. "Define sleeping together." "Fucking!" Jessica hissed. "Are you fucking?" "No. But we are sleeping together," she replied with a smile. "What does that mean?!" "I think it means they are literally sleeping together," Advanced Calculus said as she dipped a carrot stick into the spicy hummus Bradley made. "Beer Boy said Bob looks like he won the lottery every morning, so I would assume that's why. And I would also assume that they are making out. Maybe a little under the clothing action going on?"

Ahahah I love how they are both so invested in whats going on between Anna and Bob, they are rooting for the

"Your manuscript!" both women gasped in unison.

I love how they are on Anna's side and her biggest cheerleaders, she needs and deserves friends like that!

"A surplus of men in uniforms," she said, running her finger down his sleeve and along his name tag. "I didn't know how much I'd like these things." Bob was blushing as she kissed his cheek. "But I liked you way before I knew you were in the Navy."

🥰🥰🥰

She was thinking of him as Sky Writing as he turned and kissed her, and once again, they ended the evening in his bed. And this time, there was a lot more touching under their clothing.

A LOT MORE TOUCHING UNDER THEIR CLOTHING!!!

"You love poetry," he told her as he ran his thumb along the back of her hand. "I love some poetry," she whispered. "I love your poetry."

I want to squish them because they are so cute🥰

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I'm thinking about Anna. I can't stop thinking about her," he muttered. "She's... probably already in bed, and being there with her as we fall asleep together is kind of my new favorite thing."

She was literally the worst liar in existence. She was even worse than Bob. He was trying not to laugh as everyone nodded sympathetically at her as they started to pack up. "Thanks," he murmured, and she just winked at him as she adjusted her glasses. "No problem. Go home and snuggle."

Full physical effort on Jessica's part for all the right reasons (snuggling)

He nodded and watched her wide eyes as she realized he was stroking himself. "I wanted to come back home as soon as I left. I wanted to be with you. And now I want to fuck you."

GO GET IT BOB!!! I love bold Bob👏🏻🥳

Covering the Classics Part 15 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Anna felt safe at Bob's house. A few days there, and she was sleeping and eating better than she had in years. It all felt so easy. But for Bob, her presence was both a balm and a temptation that he didn't know how to handle.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, bruises on Anna's arm, adult language, masturbation, 18+

Length: 6200 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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On Wednesday morning, Anna woke up in some sort of warm cocoon. She didn't feel the drafty air on her face like she usually did when she slept on her mattress on the floor. She felt like she was being absorbed by some sort of soft, fancy bedding, and her pillow was moving slightly beneath her.

"Anna. We have to get ready for work."

She knew that voice intimately. It was sweet and sincere but laced with a bit of sleepiness she'd never witnessed before. She felt goosebumps on the back of her neck as she realized she must still be asleep and dreaming of Bob.

"Not yet," she mumbled. "I'm having a good dream."

Her pillow moved a little more as she tried her hardest to cling to the last threads of sleep. She didn't want to have to get up and leave this warmth behind. Especially not to go to work where Kevin could easily find her and make her life hell again.

"We have to get up."

Anna groaned and opened her eyes, and she instantly realized she wasn't in her bed, nor was she alone. She jolted, fingers grasping along what she thought was her pillow when in fact it was Bob's chest. With her hands braced on his shoulders, she tried to push herself off of him, and that's when she noticed he was smiling softly.

"What were you dreaming about?"

How was she supposed to answer that question? She was curled up on his chest, warmer and more comfortable than she ever remembered being in her life, and of course she'd been dreaming about him. It wasn't until that moment that she remembered why she was here, and then the smile that was forming on her own lips slipped away.

"We should get ready for work," she whispered, scrambling out of his bed. When she grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom, she glanced back at him with his hands propped behind his head, his eyes following her every move.

Was she insane? She should have insisted on sleeping in the other room. The problem was that she wanted Bob so badly, and even though he knew everything now, she didn't want to hurt him. She could deal with hurting herself, but not him again. But all she was going to be able to think about for the rest of the day was snuggling with him, and then she was going to have to come back here again tonight. He would probably insist on that.

She got ready as quickly as she could, changing into her work outfit while she was in the bathroom and then braiding her hair. When she opened the door, Bob was standing there in his flight suit with the sleeves tied at the waist, making her heart skip around in her chest. His unshaven face and messy hair had her practically panting, dying to reach out for him. And then his eyes trailed down to the bruises on her arm, reminding her that she would need to wear her cardigan again all day.

"I'll make breakfast," he promised. "Just give me a couple minutes to shave."

"Okay."

She took some time to separate out her dirty laundry, knowing she would need to take care of that later, and then she went downstairs. She started poking around in the refrigerator, trying to see if there was something she could start making so he didn't have to do it. Then Bob was there again, right behind her. When she looked at him, his soft hair was perfect, and his face was smooth.

"Do you like scrambled eggs?" he asked, looking past her into the refrigerator.

"I like everything," she told him, wishing she could just kiss him like she wanted to.

"I can make them fancy with some cheese," he said with a cute little grin. "Maybe tomorrow if we get up earlier, I can do omelettes."

Anna wasn't going to make it. How was she supposed to just be here with Bob and not touch him? He knew about Kevin, and he was still being so lovely, she wanted to scream. "That sounds great," she whispered. "But you have to let me do the dishes later."

He agreed, and soon Anna was eating a hot breakfast, something she hadn't had in a very long time. And that wasn't all, because after she took the dishes to the sink, Bob insisted on packing her a lunch. In his own khaki green lunchbox that said TOP GUN BOB on it and had a velcro enclosure at the top. When he went to hand it to her, she threw her arms around his neck.

"Thank you," she breathed, inhaling his scent and remembering how warm he kept her all night.

He chuckled and said, "It's nothing special. Jess should be here soon to pick you up. Will you... text me if Kevin shows up?"

Anna wanted to ask him what he would do about it if Kevin did in fact show up, but she simply promised him that she would let him know. Then Jess pulled up, and Bob handed her his spare house key which was on a twenty sided die keychain. She smiled down at her palm before looking up at him. "Have a good day, Bob."

"I'll pick you up later if Jess doesn't bring you back here first."

She nodded, took one last look at him in his flight suit, and then ran out to Jessica's car at the curb with her work bag and lunch. "Good morning," Anna sang in a cheery voice, making her friend laugh.

"Girl. Do I even want to know why you're staying with Bob?"

Anna sighed as she looked out the window at the neighboring houses as Jessica started to drive. "Kevin's in town, and he bruised my arm, and he tracked me down at work, and then he also knows where I live. But Bob pushed him against the wall, and I thought he was going to punch him, and then he insisted I come stay with him where it's more secure, and now I'm going to figure out how to get my manuscript."

Jessica swerved slightly. "What?!"

Anna laughed softly. "It's all good." And she honestly believed it was. For now.

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"Tally! Coyote at five o'clock low!"

Honestly, he felt like he was on cloud nine right now. Waking up to Anna's body draped across his and her cheek resting over his heart was almost too good to be true. He didn't move for twenty minutes while she continued to doze, rather he used the time to count her freckles in the soft, early morning light. He could have gladly stayed there all day, and he thought she would have as well. However, she did seem a little startled when she woke up fully, but when he handed her the lunch he packed, she was back in his arms one last time.

It didn't really matter though. He wouldn't touch her without permission. As Nat soard past Javy, Bob made a face. Clearly he wasn't opposed to accepting Anna's touches though. He just wished this whole scenario made more sense to him. Clearly Anna and Kevin were over. She told him as much before, but now Bob had seen it with his own eyes. He was absolutely disgusted by the way Kevin yelled at her, but it just made him want her more. And the fact that Anna wanted to keep fighting made him feel like he needed her.

"Bob! High or low?" Nat shouted, and he had to scramble to locate Javy again.

"High! Eight o'clock high, Phoenix!"

With one swift maneuver, she took him out, and when they landed, she wrapped him up in a hug. "You're unbeatable today. Nobody else stood a chance." She narrowed her eyes and added, "You have a look about you. Oh my god! You got laid again! Don't tell me it was Anna."

She looked both delighted and terrified, and Bob just rolled his eyes. "Can't I look happy without getting laid?"

"Hmm, I know I can't," she said with a smirk. "Go ahead and keep your secrets," she murmured before running off to harass Bradley.

As Bob started walking back to the lounge, he dug his phone out of his helmet bag and almost tripped when he saw that Anna sent him a selfie of her eating lunch an hour ago. She was all smiles with the sandwich he made in her hand, and his heart thudded in his chest as he read the text accompanying it.

Anna Webber: Thanks for making me the perfect lunch. And you know that particularly good dream I had last night? It was about you.

"Fuck," he whispered, feeling even more exhilarated by his text thread than he did from being in the air. He dropped his bag at his feet on the tarmac and quickly typed back to her.

He hit send. He had nothing to lose. Kevin could eat shit for all he cared. He would have pounded him into the wall if Anna didn't stop him. Not that he wanted to resort to violence himself. He just couldn't stand it when Anna was in tears getting screamed at.

"You coming, man?" Mickey asked, waving his hand in front of Bob's face. "I have something so cool I want to show you for our campaign. Jess will probably hate it, but I think it's great."

Bob followed him to the lounge, but he kept his phone in his hand just in case Anna wrote back, and when she did, he stood up and completely ignored Mickey's rambling.

Jess said she can drive me back to your house since we're both done at 4:30 today. And if you're going to keep insisting I sleep in your bed, then I'm going to keep insisting we share it. Besides, I always feel better when you're around.

"Man, what is with you?," Mickey asked as Bob wandered all the way to the other end of the lounge, running his fingers through his hair. "Almost nothing can distract you from D&D."

"It's Anna," he said quietly, his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

"Yep, that'll do it then," Mickey muttered. "As soon as she gets divorced, you better propose."

Bob knew his friend was teasing him, but the thought alone left him staring out the window, imagining all of her books in his house and sharing a bed forever.

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Anna felt so good, it was incredible. She had a delicious sandwich for lunch, complete with ham, swiss cheese and some sort of fancy multi-grain bread with spicy mustard. And that wasn't even it, because Bob also made her a little container of fruit salad. He packed peanuts and ginger ale too. She wasn't starving for dinner at 5:00 like she usually was, but the closer Jessica got to Bob's house, the more excited Anna got.

"Do you know what time he usually gets home? Does Jake get home at the same time every day?"

"Hmm, well the weather's good, so I'm sure they didn't get out early," Jessica replied. "Bob usually stops in the locker room to shower and change out of his flight suit on days when they are in the air, so I would guess he would be home just before six?"

"Okay," Anna said, trying to calm her excitement. While her students took their quiz earlier, she had some time to ponder and also daydream. According to the conference for the National Neurological Physicians Association, Kevin would probably be in town through Tuesday. She knew well enough now to know that whatever she planned on doing next, she would have to share it with Bob. The very subject of her daydreams. The cozy man she snuggled up with all night. She wanted to cook him dinner, but she needed to get to his house early enough to surprise him.

When Jessica stopped to drop her off, Anna hugged her quickly before picking up her bag and heading up the walkway with the spare key in her hand. "Make good choices when it comes to Bob!" Jessica shouted as she rolled down the window. "And when it comes to Kevin, too! You know what? Just make good choices in general!"

Anna waved as she unlocked the front door and ducked inside, locking it behind her immediately just as Bob had instructed. She had less than an hour to get something started for dinner, so she tossed her bag aside and ran for the refrigerator. He had everything. More groceries than she'd seen in months. Fresh vegetables and fruit and different kinds of cheese. Everything.

She found a pack of ground beef, a jar of tomato sauce and some spaghetti. It wasn't going to be the fanciest thing in the world, but she had time to make it. While the water boiled, she ran upstairs to get her laundry and brought it down. The small laundry room was near the kitchen, so she was able to start browning the meat and check on it while she loaded the washing machine.

Anna was running back and forth when she saw Bob's truck pull up through the front window. "Shit," she groaned. He was a little earlier than she thought he would be. She stuffed the rest of her clothes inside and then turned to lean back against the washing machine while Bob walked inside.

"Anna?" he called out, and her heart skipped a beat. What if this kind of thing could be normal for her? She could save up enough money to buy her own car again, and she could come back to Bob's house after work and wait for him to get home. They could eat dinner together.

"I'm doing laundry!" she called out, and a few seconds later, he was in front of her, leaning into the room while he held both sides of the doorframe. He was wearing snug, black gym shorts, sneakers and a white undershirt, and he smelled clean like soap. His biceps flexed as he held on and smiled at her.

"Are you cooking dinner?" he asked, cheeks a little pink as he let go of the doorway and stepped inside. When she nodded, he said, "You didn't have to do that."

Before she could stop herself, her hand found the front of his shirt, and his eyes went wide. "I wanted to," she whispered, bunching the cotton fabric against her palm and tugging slightly. Bob closed the distance between them, bracing his hands on the washing machine on either side of her. He was big and warm, and she knew she needed to be the one to make the next move to get his body touching hers.

Anna let her hand trail up his abs to his chest and around the back of his neck, his cheeks deepening in color with each inch, but he didn't move away. Then she pushed up onto her toes and kissed him, her lips barely brushing his. The front of his body met hers, pressing her butt back against the washing machine. He felt strong and solid, and the slippery fabric of his shorts met her other hand as both of his went to her hips. This is what she wanted, and she would make herself better and better until Bob deemed her good enough for him. If that's what it took, she would figure out a way to do it.

When she pulled away slightly after a few seconds, Bob's lips followed hers until she was treated to a kiss that was a little needier. A little bit rough around the edges. She gasped his name as she inhaled the smell of his clean skin, and then she said, "Oh, shit. Dinner."

As soon as she ducked out of his grasp, Bob let her run from the room toward the kitchen. She grabbed the spatula and checked to make sure the ground beef hadn't burned, and he was right behind her.

"I'm trying to make you spaghetti," she told him, reaching for the jar of sauce which she struggled to open. "But I guess I could use your help." She wanted his lips back on hers, but she didn't want to rush anything, so she simply handed the jar over to him when he held out his hand. With one quick twist of his wrist, the lid popped. "Show off," she muttered, earning a laugh as she dumped the sauce into a pan. "There should be enough for Suzanne, too. If you want to invite her over."

Bob just looked at her with a smile. "That's sweet. I'll take a plate over to her. I think I'd rather it just be the two of us here tonight."

"Okay," she told him. Being alone with Bob right now was definitely something she could get used to.

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It had been so long since anyone else cooked for Bob, so this was a welcome surprise. Anna was just moving her clothing to the dryer when the timer went off for the pasta. "I'll take care of it," he said, just as she hung up a particularly intriguing looking black bra in his laundry room to let it dry. It was made out of sheer lace, and he immediately wondered if he'd be able to see her freckles through the fabric.

One kiss. It was just one kiss, and he was already dizzy over her again. But it was more than just the kiss. It was also her hand pulling him closer and the way she whispered his name. Bob dragged himself from his thoughts and plated the food she had cooked. He set everything on the table along with ginger ales, and when he went to get her from the laundry room, he saw that the bra had some matching panties with it now.

"Food's ready," he said, voice coming out even deeper than usual.

Anna followed him to the table and took the seat across from him. "You know, I'm sure it's fine if you want me out of your space. I highly doubt Kevin is going to come looking for me again, especially after you scared him off yesterday."

Bob gripped his fork a little tighter. "I can't make you stay here. But I want you to. I want to know you're safe."

Her brown eyes were soft as she picked up her own fork. "Okay," she said softly.

"Okay," he replied, already feeling better again.

Dinner was pretty quiet, just a simple exchange of what happened to both of them that day at work. When he asked if she'd heard from Kevin at all, she assured him she had not. Then he asked if she knew how long she thought he would be in California.

"Yeah," she told him as she collected the dirty dishes from the table. She unlocked her phone and set it down in front of him. "He's giving a closing speech on Tuesday morning, so he's probably heading back to New Jersey later that day." Bob looked at the tab she had opened and saw Kevin's name listed under a few events for each day, including a three hour dinner reception on Sunday evening. He was a busy man. It seemed like he'd done well for himself with all of Anna's money, and Bob just fucking hated him.

He set her phone aside. "I'll feel better when there's some more distance between you and him."

A cute little smile found her lips as she took the dishes away. Bob let her clean up, but he couldn't stop walking past the laundry room and looking inside. Even after she sat down to correct quizzes while he took some food over to Suzanne, the lacy set was still hanging in there. Even after Anna folded her laundry and started organizing it in neat piles on top of Bob's bedroom dresser, he knew those two pieces weren't with the rest.

He would have kept thinking about it, but then Anna yawned and turned to look at him. "I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm either sleeping in here with you again, or I'm sleeping in the other bedroom."

Bob studied her pretty face and her messy braid. "Should I get in bed and wait for you?" She nodded and bit her lip before scampering out of his room toward the bathroom. Then he had to change for bed while she showered, and he started getting hard as soon as he touched the elastic band of his boxer briefs. Anna and all of her things were all over his house, and she'd only been here for a little more than a day.

When he looked down at his flat abs and saw his cock bobbing to attention, he didn't think he was going to have time to jerk off. "No, no, no," he whispered. He tossed his gym shorts into his hamper and tried to walk it off, but it was no use. He felt like a teenager as he dove into bed as soon as he heard her turn the shower off. With his eyes squeezed closed, he lay there on his back under the covers, trying to think about something unsexy. Doing push ups, going to the dentist, buying bulk cat food at Costco for Suzanne.

He was working up a mental image of Mickey throwing up in the Hard Deck parking lot when Anna breezed back into his bedroom with damp hair and a white tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Not that he couldn't vividly recall her naked body beneath his. And the sounds she made when he fucked her. Bob tossed his glasses onto his nightstand with a groan, hoping that if he couldn't see how cute she looked in those ugly flannel pants, maybe he would get soft again.

But that didn't happen, and a few seconds later, Anna was slipping into bed with him just like last night. And then she linked her fingers with his again. When he turned off the lamp, she curled up next to him, and his fingers brushed against her bare skin. Her knee nudged along the top of his thigh; a few more inches and she was going to be able to feel him.

"Good night," she whispered into the darkness, and he could tell her face was near his.

When he turned his head toward her and whispered, "Good night," she surprised him with a kiss. One that lingered. Her body was halfway on top of his, fingers combing lazily through his hair, and there was no way she couldn't feel how his cock was pressing shamelessly against her leg. When she didn't stop kissing him, he brought his hand up to rest on her back. She treated him to kiss after kiss, but she didn't take it any further. That was okay with him; this was more than enough.

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As the week wore on, Anna spent her free moments thinking about Bob and also trying to figure out if there was a way to defeat Kevin. She wanted access to her writing, because she wanted to move on with her life. However, she was starting to come around to the idea of just letting Kevin have it so she could have Bob. She was still bleeding money to her lawyers, and even though she was staying at Bob's place, she still had to pay the astronomically high rent to her landlord, too.

If she had to still be married to Kevin, then there had to be some sort of benefit to it. On Friday at lunchtime, she was thinking about it while she sat between her friends and ate the beautiful sandwich that Bob packed for her. She could tell both of them wanted more information than she'd been sharing about her week at Bob's house. Jessica was practically vibrating every day on the drive to campus, but Anna knew she didn't want to pry.

But it was her other friend who said, "That's another nice looking sandwich you have today. It looks like Bob has been spoiling you."

"He sure has," Anna said with a dreamy sigh.

"Does that mean you're sleeping together?!" Jessica asked, her voice getting an octave higher at the end of the sentence.

Anna hummed and licked some mustard from her lip. "Define sleeping together."

"Fucking!" Jessica hissed. "Are you fucking?"

"No. But we are sleeping together," she replied with a smile.

"What does that mean?!"

"I think it means they are literally sleeping together," Advanced Calculus said as she dipped a carrot stick into the spicy hummus Bradley made. "Beer Boy said Bob looks like he won the lottery every morning, so I would assume that's why. And I would also assume that they are making out. Maybe a little under the clothing action going on?"

Anna was blushing furiously as her friend casually bit into the carrot stick, and Jessica nearly fell off the bench. "That's um.... well maybe just a tiny bit of the under the clothing part, but the rest is pretty accurate."

"Okay," Jessica said while slapping her own thigh. "You could have told me this when I drove you in every day this week! And I hope you know Bob loves you."

Anna smiled. She felt more confident than she had in years. She finally felt like she could let go of the one thing she thought she needed, because she found other things and other people that made a difference in her life. "That's convenient, because I'm in love with him, too. And I think... once I know Kevin is back in New Jersey and won't try to corner me again... I think I'm going to just finalize the divorce as is."

"Your manuscript!" both women gasped in unison.

Anna nodded. "I know, but I think I need to let go of it and just move on."

Neither of her friends mentioned it again after that, for which she was grateful. After she gave her afternoon lectures and started to pack up for the weekend, she got a text from Bob.

Bob Floyd: I'm on my way to pick you up. Pizza for dinner?

She wrote back and told him that was fine as long as he let her pay for it, and thirty minutes later, there was a soft knock on her office door. "It's Bob," he told her, and she threw the door open and pulled him inside by his khaki collar.

He didn't hesitate or try to stop her as she kissed him with both hands in his hair before she whispered, "Hi, Bob."

He was all smiles after that, and his hand was at her lower back as she locked the door behind them and headed toward the elevator. He pulled her a little closer as she told him about her day and thanked him for making her lunch.

"So I'll pay for the pizza. Did you order it already?"

"Yep," he replied as they held hands in the elevator. "It'll be ready in ten minutes."

But when they got there, she realized Bob had already put it on his credit card. "You're impossible," she told him as she shoved five bucks into the tip jar.

"I'm not going to apologize for buying us a pizza," he said casually, and it turned out to be one of the best pizzas Anna had ever had in her life.

They sat side by side on the couch with paper plates and napkins while they watched Pride & Prejudice. "New Jersey is supposed to have good pizza," she whispered in awe.

Bob just shrugged and said, "I think southern California might be superior."

"In every way," Anna whispered before she finished her crust. She loved it here. She loved her friends and her job. She loved Bob. She knew what she had to do now, and she knew it would be okay. "You know what else southern California has?"

"Enlighten me," he said as he wiped his hands with his napkin.

She was thinking of him as Sky Writing as he turned and kissed her, and once again, they ended the evening in his bed. And this time, there was a lot more touching under their clothing.

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Bob looked at Anna as she moaned in delight while she ate the soup he made for dinner on Saturday. It was pouring rain, and he didn't feel like going out to play Dungeons & Dragons. He wanted to stay inside where it was warm. Where Anna would end up in his arms after they cleaned up the kitchen.

"What time do you have to leave?" she asked him, and he thought he saw a little flash of sadness on her face.

"In about a half an hour." He took the chance and added, "I don't have to go. I could stay here."

"No! Mickey and Jess will be devastated! She told me so much about her Barbarian on the drive to work yesterday, she'll never get over it if you skip tonight. Besides, I have something I can do to keep myself busy."

"Alright," Bob agreed. "But I probably won't be home before eleven, so you don't have to wait up."

He helped wash the dishes and went to search for the umbrella he hardly ever had to take out with him. He packed up his dice and character sheet and put his shoes on. When he found Anna again, she was curled up on the couch with one of his books.

"You love poetry," he told her as he ran his thumb along the back of her hand.

"I love some poetry," she whispered. "I love your poetry."

He wanted her to say she loved him. He thought she did. Everything was moving along now, but Kevin was still in California, and Bob wasn't sure exactly how to go about all of the details with Anna. So he simply said, "I'll be back in a little bit. Keep all the doors locked? Call me if you need me?"

"I will."

He took one last look at her freckles and her big, brown eyes, and then he ventured out into the wet night. He offered to pick Jessica up since she'd been driving Anna around all week, but she said she'd drive herself there. He was surprised she didn't want to pump him for all of the information related to him and Anna, but perhaps Anna had already told her? The idea of that made him a little warm. He wondered what she might have said. Obviously they had already had sex last month, but this time it felt exactly right when they touched and kissed each other.

God, Bob really hated Kevin. The bruises on Anna's arm were finally fading to yellow. And she didn't seem as worried now. It was obvious that she was comfortable in his house, and he wanted her there. He didn't know how he was going to make it through several hours of this campaign tonight when she was all snuggled up on his couch.

When he arrived and got ready to play, he thought maybe she had moved to his bed by now. He could picture her in those ugly pants, her nipples peaked against her cotton tank top. Her red hair impossibly dark.

"I said you need to roll for initiative."

Bob looked up and quickly picked up his twenty sided die. He was distracted and rolling like shit tonight, and he kept relying on everyone else to bail him out of each round of fighting. He could barely even pay attention to the story, and that was usually his favorite part. Jessica had to keep poking him in the side when he was supposed to take his turn.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

Jessica cleared her throat and loudly announced. "My stomach hurts. So bad. Can we stop a little early tonight?"

"No problem. Go home and snuggle."

He drove carefully back home in the rain until he was passing through the deserted streets of his neighborhood. He parked right in front of Suzanne's car like he always did, and he killed the engine. Maybe he should just tell Anna how he felt, although he was sure she already knew. He didn't exactly need to hear the words back, but he wanted them to be out there. He didn't even need a title on whatever their relationship was, but he didn't want it to be nothing either.

Quickly, he dashed through the rain, shooed Sylvester inside his neighbor's front door before closing it, and then he unlocked his own door. The living room was dark unlike earlier, and at first he didn't hear anything.

"Anna?" he called out softly as the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end. He froze when he realized he heard a voice coming from upstairs. Halfway up the steps, he realized it was her, and she sounded distraught. "Anna," he gasped, taking the steps two at a time until he was standing on the top landing.

She was definitely in his bedroom, and he almost tripped as he lunged for the door, pushing it open just in time to hear her moan his name.

Bob's jaw dropped open at the sight before him. Anna was spread out on the middle of his bed, red hair all over the place, and she was wearing nothing but that black bra and panty set he hadn't been able to stop thinking about. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, hand tucked in the front of her underwear as she stroked her clit and turned her face until it was buried in his pillow. He watched her inhale deeply as his hand rested on his hard cock which was pressing against the fly of his jeans.

"Fuck," she grunted after thrashing around a little bit in his bed. She still hadn't seen him yet, but his gaze was fixed firmly on her body. "Fuck me, Bob," she moaned, and he stumbled forward. "Oh, god. I want you!"

Her back arched slightly off the bed as he took another step closer, unzipping his pants. He no longer had to wonder if he'd be able to see her freckles through the sheer fabric. He definitely could, which made the little black set even sexier, but he also wanted her naked. He wanted to be inside her. He watched as she came on her own fingers.

"Anna," he groaned as his hand met his length, and her eyes snapped open as she yanked her hand back out of her panties.

"Oh my god!" she practically shrieked, face flushing pink. "Bob! You're back early!"

He nodded and watched her wide eyes as she realized he was stroking himself. "I wanted to come back home as soon as I left. I wanted to be with you. And now I want to fuck you."

"Oh," she sighed, getting up so she was kneeling in the middle of his bed, licking her lips like his most depraved fantasy. Her hair was a mess, and her nipples were hard peaks as she nodded and came crawling toward him. Her breath ghosted along the tip of his cock as it hung out of his jeans. She looked up at his face, licked at his precum and said, "That's exactly what I want you to do."

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primoresplendens · 7 months ago

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So I was in the Gardevoir "fandom" during my HS years, f!Gardevoir my best girl, m!Gardevoir were mostly aroace(self-projection) but also my oppa, Gallade were the domestic Ken for f!Gardevoir (my actual favorite characterization of one, and my main OC was like that)

So you can tell how well THAT went already 🫠 (AMAB Gardevoir are still my oppa, gender neutral tho)

I could go on lengths ofc about the dudebro selfships and their lowkey appropriation of furry discrimination while doing so, but that's not what this is about

That shit I can pass over as pathetic. What still gets me came from the non-dudebro side of the fandom, and that was the rampant trophy-wifeing of f!Gardevoir

I could understand OTP mindsets, and the monogamy mindsets they come with. I could understand the "pokemon species as a character" mindsets. I TOTALLY LOVED AND COULD GET BEHIND MANY OF YOUR SHIPS THEMSELVES. What I resented in the end was all of them when combined though. And how it looked like I was the only one who cared about the girl character's side of things, for the girl character's own sake and merit, and tbh I could not care less if she was paired up with whichever one of your masc pokemon species of choice, or with all of them at once, as long as she was handled as the center of them, and with some actual "this is about HER" mindsets... but I felt like the only one feeling that way until the day I finally bailed 🫠

I hope it got better since then. I sincerely do.

#gardevoir #fandom complaint #i hope things are better now #pokemon #pokemon shipping #multishipping #yes i did have a “primary ship” (as always) but i was very much a multishipper #(as multishipper as a yet-unrealized one but i honestly loved all gardevoir×another pokemon species)#(albeit maybe not the specific depictions of them)#(there were a select few people whose fave was in fact girl gardevoir... but most of them were also traditional het shippers so)#fandoms of ye olde days

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punkscowardschampions · 1 year ago

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Java Pt.2

Ava: [‘how?’ because we dont know your life, all we know is last time you had to leave ASAP and you’ve already been here much longer than that this time, laying our head down on our folded arms and looking up at you whilst you retell us the night’s events, smiling lazily about it]

James: [‘I had to see you, I made arrangements to afford myself the privilege’ matter of factly, like it’s that simple and you and baby Jay weren’t both lowkey traumatised by the manner in which she was flung at her grandparents and left]

Ava: [nodding because you’re well aware he doesn’t owe you any explanation beyond that ‘I appreciate any time we can have together’ because that’s true too, even if you know the reasons he had to see you were not entirely about you, given the state he turned up in]

James: [kissing her softly but dramatically as a me too because hard same, no notes we genuinely are thrilled to be here, hence when he pulls away from it you can see him considering what peak romance activity they should spend their time doing now, because there’s so many options, they could order some food and eat it together either in this bed or downstairs being domestic, they could make some together to be even more so, he could run them/her a bath and read to her, he could stay here and read to her etc etc etc, we all know he’d do it all and wants to, which is making it impossible to decide even if he wasn’t someone who famously isn’t allowed and therefore isn’t used to making decisions ‘I’m considering how we should spend this time though and quite the internal debate has been sparked’ in answer to the question she hasn’t yet asked of what he’s thinking so hard about]

Ava: [grinning ‘that is quite the conundrum’ because truly, so many things you could do and should ‘how about I get us some drinks whilst you carry on verbally jousting yourself?’ wriggling out of this comfortable position you find yourself in to go and do that because haven’t offered him one and you will be parched by now lmao, having a quick look at ourself in whatever mirror we come across on our way towards the door]

James: [my boo says they will be thirsty literally after how thirsty they’ve been for each other and she’s so right haha, using his long limbs once again this time to pull her back slightly, deliberately not all the way back to him and this bed because do want her to go but enough that she does have to pause for him, looking at her yet again in this shirt which will be all creased and collar askew no doubt, so straightening that for her like it really matters what she looks like to go, again it’s giving dad ‘are you hungry?’ because that is one of the options and if he can get her to decide it’s one less choice for him to try and make]

Ava: [coming closer than he pulled you automatically because any excuse, even though you still intend to go, giving him a soft and slow but passionate kiss as he’s fixing your collar for you, temptation to sit back down clearly being fought in how you’re shifting from foot to foot, tugging on the bottom of this shirt ‘we can eat too’ taking his question as a polite way to let her know he is, how you sometimes do ‘what do you like?’ because decides for us whether we’re also making something in the kitchen or ordering something in]

James: [the sound coming out of him is so much more than a happy sigh when she kisses him, it’s fully a contented NOISE as if he missed her so much already because where’s the lie, biting his lip when she asks the question obvs, like oh UM ‘I don’t know, you’ll have to come to a decision about that, in particular, for us’ when that could come across like he’s being a little shit and messing around like idk what do YOU like but he genuinely does not know and thus there’s a honesty and self-consciousness to it letting her know he’s being serious]

Ava: [biting your own lip in an unconscious copycat move because you watched him do that with so much intensity behind it, shaking your head as if to bring yourself back to the conversation at hand and in a no problem kind of way ‘I’ll see what we have in’ because been alone for a long weekend vibe, who’s to say how stocked the pantry is by this point]

James: [‘I’ll assist you’ getting up to do exactly that and thus immediately closing the gap, however small, between them, lowkey towering over her and smiling because you’re aware it’s giving you’re worried she can’t reach the high cupboards without you (which your short af wife actually can’t lol) and that isn’t what you meant because she isn’t a tiny gal and we’re about that, you’re just not the sort of bear to lie here and be waited on to any degree, you’re used to the hardcore opposite, putting what clothes you have left back on, because you can be topless that’s fine but potentially naked chef feels like a lot for soft domestic hours despite knowing y’all are home alone and have been very feral]

Ava: [‘okay but don’t distract me’ with such an amused face because that’s an impossibility and we all know it but you are also genuinely going to get this food and drink situation sorted or so help you, reaching out to find his hand as you walk down the two flights of stairs you gotta]

James: [giving her an adorably mischievous face back because we do all know it, let yourself be led to baze’s slay kitchen boy, when you get there almost whispering ‘I’ve had an idea’ because the excited child he basically was in her bedroom has returned, and because I’ve had an idea myself and it’s this, my brain was like, okay but imagine if there was a random chaotic meal he made in his messy drunk high era how people do, idk what, but it’s actually good somehow not the weird and gross combos these things usually are and he liked it and so he’s gonna make it for her now, because she asked what he likes, he hopes, if she’ll let him, taking both of her hands and LOOKING at her like do you trust me because it is a big trust moment cos he clearly hasn’t made it for anyone else ever]

Ava: [LOOKING back at him excitedly like go on because of course we’re down and want to know what your idea is, gesturing towards your kitchen like go ahead boy, work your magic, helping him find all the ingredients he needs to find and still having no clue but enjoying the chaotic process here]

James: [ngl I can’t decide if it’s a better vibe if we allow him this weird little success aka let the food genuinely taste nice or if we should say he remembered it tasting nice but when he makes it here and now in the sober light of day it isn’t but they can laugh it off as a fun and funny mem and make/order something else, what do you and Winola think? Either way though, steal an apron to put over your topless bod sir so you look as good as she looks in the shirt and sit her on a bar stool to chop stuff for you because we’re enjoying domestic bliss]

Ava: [I say we let it slay because there can be other chances to do the reverse/you probably wanna feel more comfortable to be able to laugh about your sobriety, rn it’s all a bit precarious because of everything else going on lol, so enjoy your domesticity and its rewards of something actually edible]

James: [good points boo, we’ll go with that then, take the win James you’re welcome, and enjoy being cute af together because god knows when you’ll next get the chance to spend this much uninterrupted time together]

Ava: [it’s basically a fluke because clearly things are patched up with Chlo enough that you don’t leave because you don’t think you can so you’ll be back to your routine and I assume it’s Monday tomorrow so school and baze are back too]

James: [mhmm, real life be beckoning so make the most of the time you have left together, speaking of, however many condoms he has left in his wallet is the number of times they should hook up again because it’s extra but realistically so for the vibe we’ve set, so pick a number Win x]

Ava: [me having to look at pack sizes, you often get 10s or 12s, the smallest size packs so if we’re saying you’ve used a couple, we could say you have like idk 8 left, which seems like a lot but you’ve got all night until the morrow when he gets Jay here so lol]

James: [my boo is doing research and she’s so right for that because I wouldn’t have the first idea, and yeah agreed, he could literally stay until the AM if he wants and we haven’t specified what time he arrived so it’s feasible without us being cray, I just had to put it out there because how decadent yet real of y’all]

Ava: [you love to see it, do you wanna skip to said AM when you have to get back to your real lives, as we’ve set the vibe here pretty well?]

James: [we could do yeah because we know what we’re saying as far as the rest of y’all’s night goes however long is left of it]

Ava: [just thinking, so it feels like a fresher convo, as we unfortunately had to take some annoying lil breaks there]

James: [it’s a good shout and you’ll both be busy with your respective days so we can do as much or as little as we like there, aw how devastated they’ll be to have to part ways, this boy never been more upset to have to put his own shirt back on]

Ava: [truly devastated, will be so annoyingly distracted and mopey at school, soz not soz everyone, I’ll message you first and you can decide as and when to respond, probably the best bet]

Ava: I hope your day is better, tolerable at the very least

James: [catch him replying straight away despite his tasks because we’re still feeling extra in the cold light of day but in a better way this time]

James: I’m relieved not to have to dash your hopes, there’d be almost none for either your day or my own under those circumstances

Ava: I’m accepting my day as the write-off it inevitably will be but I’d rather that wasn’t a shared fate, this time

James: Would you? Because, in truth, I’ve already been informed this shirt is missing a button and the news has been difficult for me to accept, to say the least

Ava: Oh

Ava: There are almost too many moments where it could have been misplaced, yet I can’t begin to picture which is the culprit

James: [write her some what ifs as a shameless excuse to reminisce how you do because we all know he’s been THINKING about it since he was told about said missing button so despite how busy you’re supposed to be you’d have time to write a saucy lil tale]

Ava: 😳

Ava: I’m now utterly convinced it was all my fault, and being unable to offer to replace your shirt, nor am I inclined to want to…

Ava: I suppose I’ll spend this lesson researching how to sew a button back on

James: You’ll have to spend hours on your hands and knees after school searching your bedroom for the button in question as well

Ava: Activity and time better spent when you’re there in front of me but of course

Ava: it’s a must

James: A singularly mismatched button would be a conversation starter, undoubtedly, but you’re the only person I want to talk to about how and why I’m dressed in such a manner

Ava: At least you must know everyone at your father’s office by now, no meet-cutes

Ava: Me having to come to terms with, let alone expose to you, that kind of potential jealousy already wouldn’t be appealing

James: My father’s office isn’t a location where any feelings are stirred within me, rest assured

Ava: I’d say that was your business but all things considered

Ava: if you are with anyone else, or plan to be, I would appreciate knowing that

James: I have no intention of being with anyone but you, on company time or otherwise

Ava: I wasn’t trying to suggest it, though it totally sounds like I was

Ava: I’m happy to hear that

James: I’m equally content to dispel the notion, however hypothetical it may be with regards to my current work colleagues

Ava: I already told you, how it was for me

Ava: I didn’t just assume the same though, however much I may have hoped

James: All things considered, it’s hardly an assumption, I’d hope

Ava: I don’t know, I’m not here to judge

James: I deserve scrutiny if you’re left wavering, I must not have done enough to make sure you were convinced, as I am

Ava: No, it isn’t that at all

Ava: Forget I even brought it up now

James: Would you like to tell me what it is?

Ava: I was just checking, that’s all

Ava: you and I don’t have any promises to keep, that’s what I meant, I didn’t phrase it right though

James: But I do promise, Ava

James: my spare time to you, my unabated interest

Ava: and NOT just because I’ve now shoehorned the topic into conversation, right?

James: Some things go without saying, after last night especially

Ava: I’m sorry that it sounded like I doubted you, as opposed to what I was actually doing, attempting to reign myself in, once again

James: I understand, don’t apologise

Ava: I can get carried away, I don’t want that to ruin anything we have

James: I’m prone to the exact opposite of being carried away, whatever that would be, overly grounded, perhaps?

James: your behaviour is a breath of fresh air

Ava: You are to me, so unlike anyone and everyone I could even begin to compare you to

James: I thought I’d found an exceptional counterpart for you in [the gal from the book] but even she isn’t a fitting likeness, I see that now

Ava: But [a scene from said book that already parallels some peak romance you two have achieved by now], you can’t take that away from me

James: Of course not, I wouldn’t dream of punishing you for being so incomparable when it’s the furthest from a negative

Ava: And you’re going to write the only suitable comparison for us

James: I’m going to try and capture what can be of you, yes

Ava: Your writing is far more astonishing than I am

James: Nothing is more astonishing than you are

Ava: Agree to disagree, the way you write me is the only compliment I’ll ever need

James: No, I’m sorry, I insist

James: travelling every continent or living an inhuman number of years during which I spent every day experiencing so-called incredible things, I’d nonetheless be unable to find anything or anyone to rival the sight and wonder of you

Ava: I hate to be the one to point out that you’re still proving my point right now but

Ava: I find you just as mesmerising, I promise

James: You’re proving mine harder, which I absolutely don’t hate, any and all reminders of how I feel about you, despite your physical absence, are very welcome

Ava: Still feeling your presence is harder with all these other people around but not entirely impossible, or I’d have to go home

James: For your education’s sake I can’t demand it

Ava: As long as you’re fully aware any of your demands are otherwise my pleasure to fulfil, obviously

James: The temptation to abuse the level of power you’ve granted me is overwhelming

Ava: I know it is

James: It’s a source of more pleasure for you to know it

Ava: Yes

Ava: in fairness, it has the potential to be a neverending source of for you so I’m not being entirely selfish

James: Though, if I refuse to ever write an ending I’ll never be published

Ava: Hmm, true, I hadn’t considered that

James: Consider it carefully, what I’m prepared to give up for you

Ava: I am now, promise

James: As I said, my father’s office isn’t the place for eagerness, and yet, here I am, filled with passion

Ava: Do you want me to stop talking to you?

Ava: I didn’t mean to take it to this place, however unapologetic I would like to be about it usually

James: Necessity may dictate that you do, but I’d fight that to the bitter end, written or actual

Ava: I won’t take offence, from you

Ava: the universe, a different story

James: Please talk to me, or I’d simply have to take offence myself

Ava: It’s all I’m feeling any good for today, and I am not mad about that at all

James: Being good for me is a behaviour that comes naturally to you, it isn’t much to ask, contrary to what other people may today

Ava: I should insist I have to try VERY hard, actually

Ava: You’d have to reward me then

James: There should already be something waiting when you return home, unless one of your neighbours feels they deserve it more

Ava: James!

Ava: It isn’t my birthday anymore

James: I can’t help but feel every day spent with you is an occasion worth marking, I’m sorry

Ava: I’m not, unashamedly so

Ava: you know that I’d rather you were waiting for me, always, over anything, so I can receive any and all actual gifts safe in the knowledge you don’t think that’s my primary want from you

James: I haven’t set aside my lunch break to get my watch fixed, instead I’ll continue to wear it as it is

James: because I am waiting for you, in the moments we’re together until we can be again

Ava: It’s important

Ava: These things that are breaking, they mean something, they have to

James: Yes, I wholeheartedly agree with no trace of disagreement and thus no need to put my foot down this time

Ava: That said, we either need to start intentionally breaking my things more or at least try to spare yours a little

Ava: Meaningful to us shouldn’t mean visible to everyone

James: What do you have in mind?

Ava: It should be so obvious it doesn’t need mentioning

James: Are you certain your bed isn’t broken?

Ava: … I wish I were

James: I wish I could send you home to check

Ava: On my own would just be too sad for words

James: That’s precisely the purpose of your present, to alleviate that sadness where possible

Ava: I have no need to doubt your thoughtfulness

Ava: I’m still allowed to miss you though, right?

James: The question is whether or not my heart is something you also intend to break, as it’s yours

James: if your answer is yes, don’t miss me

Ava: I would never intend to break anyone’s heart

James: Naturally, I could tell it was rhetorical while I posed it, but forgive me, I had to guarantee you knew too that you have that piece of me

Ava: You can’t take that back, or just say it now and not really mean it

James: No, and I wouldn’t do either of those

Ava: Can you say it again?

James: [sending her a voice note to actually say it because I’m sure he has his own lil office he can shut the door to, it’s obvs a boujee place]

Ava: Jesus

Ava: I don’t understand how this happened

James: It defies explanation, unfortunately for our novel

Ava: I thought, I mean, I didn’t know what I was looking for, I wasn’t, you were just there, suddenly

James: I should probably allow Teddy a small dedication in gratitude, lest we forget he brought us together, because if real life had rewrites I’d definitely attempt to

Ava: I am meanwhile grateful that he currently has no idea because he would absolutely be unbearable about it

James: He has some, but they’re extremely fanciful, nonetheless, it was insufferable hearing them, that’s true

Ava: But not really, he just presses buttons, indeterminately, to see if anything sticks

Ava: but I’m sorry he’s been testing you about any of it

James: He’s my younger brother, it’s a given and a role in life he obviously cherishes

Ava: True enough

Ava: I do feel slightly responsible in this specific case though

James: It rests on my shoulders, you haven’t done anything wrong

Ava: It wasn’t supposed to be so blatant, I didn’t cover myself well enough

James: It’s okay, Ava

Ava: sorry

James: I don’t regret how this happened, no actual redrafting is required

Ava: Okay

Ava: everything is as okay as it can be, isn’t it?

James: I promise you, darling

Ava: I think my heart might belong to you too

Ava: no one nor nothing else has the effect upon it you do

James: Oh

James: you needn’t worry about how my day is going, in that case

James: I couldn’t be happier

Ava: I’ve been failing to find the words to describe it since you told me

Ava: I didn’t think it could get better than last night

James: I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of wanting to see you more than I did yesterday

Ava: It only gets worse

Ava: in the best possible way, of course

James: I’ll do my best not to prolong the agony for too long, exquisite as it may be for the moment

Ava: I know it’s not just down to us, I’m prepared

James: Your phrasing means I’m completely unwilling and not at all ready

Ava: And I purposely excluded the word suffer from my phrasing too

Ava: In an ideal world, we would never need to miss each other unless we really, really wanted to feel it

James: [obvs write a lil story about that ideal world and what y’all would be up to, I’m sure it’s saucy af and involves her on his desk rn because cliche for a reason and he’ll write it so it’s not]

Ava: It’s criminal for us to both be at desks right now and yet have no way to reenact any of that

James: [do a rewrite into something that’s more doable for you both in your separate locations because you’re that sort of bear]

Ava: Do you want me to, James?

James: Can you without getting into trouble?

Ava: I think so

James: Then yes

Ava: How else can we be expected to focus at all today

James: My concentration is non-existent

Ava: There’s nothing in my head but you

James: It’s what’s bound to happen when I’m wearing the scent and feel of you against my skin

Ava: I miss that shirt

James: I’ll gift it to you

James: I just needed it today, desperately

Ava: I like sharing with you

Ava: if it wasn’t like being held by you, I wouldn’t have kept it on so long

James: I’m glad you did

Ava: You could concentrate then

James: I’ve been fixated on you since your birthday

Ava: Maybe I wished for it when I blew out my candles

James: We can have a year together, that’s how those wishes work, isn’t it?

Ava: I’ve never checked, or counted

Ava: it’s a cheap wish if it doesn’t cover you one year to the next though, you’re right

James: I’d like the assurance of us lasting that long, so I’ll choose to believe those are the terms

Ava: I like it too

James: I’m at a sudden loss for words once more

Ava: You already know I don’t want an ending

James: Thinking where we could be a year from now, we really are only at our beginning

Ava: Where do you want to be in a year, apart from with me?

James: I don’t know, I’ve been afraid to want things, apart from you

Ava: I’m totally fine with you just wanting me

Ava: we have time to figure the rest out

James: Where do you want to be?

Ava: I don’t have an exact plan either, just better, just you

James: Do you have a desk calendar I can break?

Ava: So I can admit to you that my gut reaction to having a year with you was that it isn’t long enough then?

Ava: realising that is how I feel, in the split second after reading those words was… overwhelming

James: You can confide anything in me

Ava: I feel that

Ava: but that is something I don’t want to abuse, seriously

James: I don’t believe you would

Ava: I just like you, James, no time limit on it

James: You know I relish spending time with you and how intense my desire for more together is

Ava: Until that changes, I see no need to limit us further than the extenuating circumstances do

James: Neither do I

Ava: I’m happy

Ava: I want to make you happy like this too

James: I am

Ava: Good

Ava: I miss youou

James: We should meet for lunch, I miss you too

Ava: You have an hour? Where would suit you?

James: I’ll send a car to bring you to me at [somewhere that’s clearly nearby this office but not somewhere his colleagues would go for lunch because they are too snobby/busy/both] if that appeals to you?

Ava: Sounds perfect

Ava: I’ll try to leave before the rush so I don’t have to brush anyone off in person

James: Oh good, I’m always aiming for it when the company is as unrivalled as yours

Ava: I know I’m not exactly being rivalled by anyone at your work right now but that’s still a compliment I’m going to take

James: It’s one you’ve unquestionably earned

Ava: I don’t know if the food will rival last night either but that’s a big ask

James: I suppose an uphill and losing battle is faced regardless in terms of attempting to spark my appetite with you around, but I’m prepared for that, if I may quote you yet again

Ava: It is scandalous of you to be so blatant how NOT about lunch this lunch date is but I’ll still allow it

James: It would be lax of me not to feed you, you must keep your strength up, be it for afternoon classes or the prior commitment you have to them

Ava: My only commitment is to you, that’s all I need my strength for too

James: I’m as dedicated to your wellbeing

Ava: You are so

Ava: I’m still searching for the right word for it

James: Perhaps you’ll find it over lunch if I also vow to help you with the pursuit

Ava: I’ve already said too much, I feel so wholly transparent in front of you

James: I’d love to be visible to you to the same degree

Ava: You can be, you can trust me

James: I’m aware of the magnitude of that responsibility, and I swear it’s the sole reason I’m reluctant to place the strain upon you

James: it’s merely a reflection of me and my baggage

Ava: It’s okay, we’ve all got it

Ava: You can be as open with me as you feel comfortable being, you don’t have to worry about my ability to deal with it

James: I’m used to carrying burdens alone

Ava: You shouldn’t have to, I don’t want you to

James: I’ll try not to, from this moment on

Ava: I’m not claiming I have solutions to every problem but

Ava: not being alone with it all can’t be a bad thing, can it

James: I don’t think so

Ava: Me either

Ava: I’ll tell you things too

James: Isolation exacerbates every issue further, in my experience

Ava: I can’t imagine having to carry on and do the things you do with no support, truly

Ava: it’s incredible you have, as well as not relying on the old crutches that you used to before

James: There are no feats to boast about to date, I’m completely lacking in heroic acts

Ava: You work, study and raise a child

Ava: None of those are nothing, you should be proud of yourself

James: None of them are applaudable, I’m just doing what I have to

Ava: It’s harder work, doing things you don’t necessarily want to do, never mind when they seem like thankless tasks

James: I’m proud of her, independent of me and with no thanks

Ava: I didn’t mean your daughter there, more the rest

James: I’d be lying by refusing to acknowledge what a miserable existence parenting is much of the time, but no, there are enough rewards to prevent it from seeming utterly futile or everyone would have already given up

Ava: You’re allowed to be a person outside of it, it should be encouraged

James: I’m not encouraged to seek out delight in many places

Ava: Everyone I’ve ever met is a walking advertisement for unhappy parents making unhappy children

Ava: I don’t know why the cycle keeps repeating unbidden, we have to step in and up at some point, surely

James: Because few people have children when or how they would choose to, the circumstances start out less than ideal and, therefore, persist in being

Ava: It’s never too late, however difficult extrapolating is, it’s still a worthy cause

James: Unless too late is relative, dependent as it is on where the individual tipping point could be and the deciding factor of what amount of damage would be irrevocable

Ava: There’s always more to be caused and so always reason to leave too

James: You’re right, I have to concede to your point

Ava: I understand practicalities prove less black and white in the execution but

Ava: I still stand by the point

James: As you should, it’s excellent

Ava: Will you, do you think, one day

James: That day came and the actions I embarked upon made everything infinitely worse

Ava: She didn’t take it well then

James: An understatement

Ava: But she’s found out before, about your infidelities, right?

Ava: I don’t know if I can comprehend the priorities…

James: She has her own

James: but outward appearance is what matters

Ava: Even if it’s all a lie?

James: Yes

Ava: That’s so ridiculous

Ava: You shouldn’t live a lie because she’s content to, or thinks she is

James: I’m beholden to my obligations, I live as duty dictates, which regrettably, must include her impulses, however contemptible I consider them

Ava: You have multiple duties, to your daughter and to yourself, too

Ava: She can’t be the only person considered

James: I wouldn’t have one to my daughter any longer, that’s been categorically stated

Ava: Okay but she knows that’s not something she can do, even if she wants to

James: It’s within her power, my lapses in judgement go beyond infidelity

Ava: And hers?

James: Aren’t on the record like mine are, hearsay isn’t sufficient when it’s my word alone

Ava: Wasn’t your rehab stint voluntary?

James: Technically, but none of my alleged character witnesses would attest to any less than kicking and screaming

Ava: I mean, it wasn’t court ordered

Ava: and you completed it, all of which points to a commitment to sobriety, not the opposite, which is what she wants you to be scared of

James: I wouldn’t be granted full custody and I’m under no illusion she’d follow through with other arrangements, even if those were court ordered

Ava: You think it would be worse than it is now then

James: Her threats are seldom empty

James: living with her I have the ability to perform damage control, compensate for the things which should be better but aren’t

Ava: I understand

James: I’m afraid I wouldn’t be in contact with my daughter for months, possibly years, depending on the legal red tape involved, by which point, she may not want any at all

Ava: She wouldn’t be allowed to just stop you, there is no case, even if she made up something truly horrific, it’d still need proving and you’re innocent until it is, which it can’t be

James: Perhaps not, but she wouldn’t stop until I was guilty in the eyes of my daughter and I’m not sure how easy it would be for me to disprove the character assassination going on behind closed doors

Ava: I’m sorry, it’s horrible you have to deal with any of this

James: The compassion you’ve shown is new to me, but I value it

James: thank you

Ava: Your daughter is very lucky to have you

James: I’m lucky to have you

Ava: All I’ve done is listen

James: Don’t downplay it

Ava: I’m happy to, you’re welcome any time

James: I wouldn’t be to treat you as my unpaid therapist

Ava: I wish I had actual solutions for you

James: You are a solution, being with you is more than enough

Ava: You still want to do lunch, don’t you

Ava: I really want to see you

James: Of course

Ava: We can skip the whole lunch part, truth be told

James: Okay, tell me

Ava: Tell you what?

James: About what we’re going to do instead

Ava: Well, we need to be alone

Ava: because I need to be as close to you as is physically possible

James: Where are you taking me?

Ava: As bed isn’t an option, the nearest privacy the car can find us

James: The car itself can be a haven for it in the meanwhile

Ava: It could suffice, I’m not opposed to the idea

James: [obvs writing her a car scenario what if, of the antics he’s THINKING about them getting up to]

Ava: Okay, so we are absolutely staying in the car then, that’s decided

James: Are you definite?

James: [and a what if of somewhere else, idk maybe a park to bring back where they hooked up for the first time when we did the tour vibe last, regardless, just here giving her options and more to THINK about]

Ava: The only thing I’m definite on is that we’re going to need more than one lunch break

Ava: and that you’re in charge of where we go, you have the best ideas

James: There’s a full work week ahead of us, but I must insist you eat brunch on the weekends, with or without me

Ava: I’ll keep my strength up, I promise

James: Good girl

Ava: I felt like I was dreaming the first time you said that to me

James: It’s almost unfathomable that I’m not, still

Ava: Did you dream, when we fell asleep?

James: Absolutely

Ava: About me?

James: About you and only you

Ava: That’s mutual then

Ava: I’m still struggling to have any thoughts, waking or otherwise, about anything but you

James: My pen has endeavoured to write your name on an abundance of [idk what business report thing he’s meant to be doing, sue me]

Ava: I’ve distracted you dreadfully

Ava: I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about it though

James: It’s the effect you’ve had since reentering my life, which I’m similarly lacking the slightest remorse about

Ava: I don’t want to be something you regret, another lapse in judgment

James: I don’t want you to get that impression when it couldn’t be further from the truth

Ava: Promise?

James: This feels different, perhaps I shouldn’t admit it as freely as I am, given reconnected days ago

Ava: I would feel bad, I know there’s no evidence to support that

Ava: if you and your wife had a chance, I thought she treated you any better than with total contempt, I really would

Ava: I’m not saying I wouldn’t have done it, maybe I still would but I wouldn’t be so unapologetic about how I feel for you

James: I meant what I said when I expressed the credit you’d be to the field of journalism, you’re indisputably someone with strong morals and ethics

Ava: It doesn’t feel like a shouldn’t, not when you’re trapped

Ava: not when I like you more

James: You aren’t behaving as you shouldn’t, I am

Ava: If she won’t let you leave, what are you meant to do?

Ava: Suffer in silence entirely is not an option

James: I ought to dedicate myself to making my marriage work, arguably

Ava: Should you?

James: I barely remember the day, vows included, but speaking them aloud is a prerequisite

Ava: Were you scared?

James: Honestly terrified

Ava: You weren’t old enough to make that sort of commitment, to understand what it meant

James: You understand

Ava: No one would let me get married, think that would work out long term

James: No, but you possess the emotional maturity, I don’t think anyone is claiming our troubles are age related

Ava: I don’t know about that, I’m just saying I’m unsure why all the actual adults in your lives failed to see it was a poor idea to begin with

Ava: You were let down, both of you

James: This wouldn’t be a conversation we were having if you didn’t

Ava: Okay, and you are now too

James: I’m trying to avoid being another adult who has neglected to do what they’re supposed to

Ava: I would say that’s very clear

James: It doesn’t always seem like I’m being understood

Ava: I can’t begin to fathom how frustrating it must be, to be trying as hard as you are, and to receive no confirmation of the fact, let alone recognition

James: If I’m able to summon up any optimism at all in this situation, it would go towards my conviction that you aren’t going to suffer the same fate

Ava: You don’t have to spend any of your optimism or worry on me, James, I promise, I’m always alright

James: And in the first instance you weren’t, you’d be able to express it much more eloquently than I

Ava: I could talk to you, as you can talk to me now too

Ava: however inelegant the prose, the feeling is what counts

James: I’m blown away by how you communicate both your emotions and opinions

Ava: I just need to get you to see how and why the feeling is mutual

James: I’m sorry, I’m not deliberately setting you up for your own failure or thankless task, it just may be

Ava: Well, I’m no quitter

James: You’re persistent

Ava: You’re yet to find it annoying

Ava: I hope, or this is very awkward

James: It’s enviable, as long as you remain conscious of the fact you’re allowed to rest

Ava: Only when sleep is unavoidable

Ava: I didn’t set that precedent to go against it immediately

James: No, when it’s necessary, I’m mindful of the exhausting nature of my daily life

Ava: I know you are, that’s why I have to do everything within my power to distract you when we’re allowed

Ava: said like it’s not my pleasure

James: The pleasure’s all mine, though, I very much hope it isn’t really, or I’ve contradicted my previous sentence and claimed attentiveness to keeping this fun for you

Ava: You know how pleasurable this is for me, you’ve made certain of that

James: Today there’s more I could do, to be absolute in my belief

Ava: Please

James: But nothing would give me greater pleasure than for us each to be completely and equally certain of it

Ava: You do make me sure, like no one else has

James: I’m usually so indecisive, not with you

Ava: You know what I want, it matches what you do

James: Yes

Ava: It’s so… freeing, to actually know that

Ava: not be guessing or hoping

James: Most areas of my life are an exercise in restraint, I can’t bring to mind when I last relaxed it, before us

Ava: That’s how you really test the muscle, isn’t it

Ava: because you know when and where to let go and let it out

James: And when to keep a tight hold, which I insist upon doing with you

Ava: I need you to, I can’t lose you

James: Releasing you isn’t an option yet

Ava: I’m yours, remember

James: The enduring ache I have for you isn’t going to let me forget

Ava: That sounds all too familiar

James: My methods of alleviating them will too as alas I’ve rather given myself away with my earlier prose

Ava: Familiar does you a disservice there, nothing about this feels old hat or everyday

Ava: I feel like you’ve shown me things I couldn’t even guess at in my wildest dreams

James: Regular time with you would only serve as a continuation of everything I’ve loved having the opportunity to do

Ava: Let me make myself available for you

James: I dream of a progression of this which doesn’t become a gradual nightmare for you, that’s all

Ava: How could it ever be a nightmare?

James: Ava

Ava: I know, what I can’t have from you

Ava: but I know what I can and I want it so badly

James: It’s a shared hunger

Ava: Devour me, I promise you it’s what I want

James: The moment can’t come soon enough

Ava: Waiting for you is starting to seem natural, right somehow

Ava: even if it should be shaming to be here in this room with these people feeling this way

James: The blush I can picture you wearing is, even though it is a dreadful shame I’m not there witnessing each distinct shade bloom firsthand

Ava: No sneaky selfie is painting the picture you deserve either

Ava: you know how to make me blossom every time, there’s no doubt you’ll see for yourself just how flushed I am now

James: That wait will be as worthwhile as the one you mentioned

Ava: I do wish you had more pictures of your handsome face online though, selfishly

James: I consent to you taking pictures of me

Ava: Really?

James: I don’t see the harm in submitting to it

Ava: Wow 🥰

James: Flushed doesn’t look as good on me, but if it’s what you want

Ava: It is because we absolutely must agree to disagree there

James: Oh, you’re adamant, are you?

Ava: Completely

James: Okay

Ava: I’ve seen you flushed, there’s no denying the perfection, I’m afraid

James: There’s no way to protest the comparison favours me over you

James: you’re the epitome of perfection

Ava: No, you

Ava: perhaps we can say we’re well-matched

James: We can’t, I’m sorry, you’re an archetype, the likes of which I fear will make a mockery of my writing whenever I attempt to exhibit you

Ava: I fear what being with you might do for my ego

Ava: luckily with every incredible thing you say about me, it just endears me to you more than myself

James: The readers egos will lead them to assume I’ve misrepresented you because you embody too many implausible traits

Ava: As long as you don’t find me insufferable and unbelievable

James: I’m struggling to withstand the torment of our current separation, was that your question?

Ava: I forget but I empathise so wholly that nothing else matters

Ava: I’ve never clock-watched this hard before

James: It’s outrageous the clock doesn’t feel your stare and leap forwards at your request

Ava: It is, you’re right

Ava: Who do I complain to about this?

James: How could I not be the one to blame? What cruel storytelling device have I, the author, employed here, and for which exacting ends?

James: but I need you to know my yearning for you feels violent right now, whether or not you agree or disagree it’s an adequate punishment

Ava: Having no say over how forceful the longing hits and for how long the feeling stays seems entirely appropriate, no good or bad or agree or disagree even capable

Ava: It’s just so

James: Being deprived of your body and all I need from it is an experience I am ill equipped to cope with

Ava: Is it consolation to know I have as little clue as you?

Ava: all I know is how willingly I’m going to submit to what your body needs as soon as I see you

James: My solace exists inside of you, I’m learning

Ava: It’s something we create together

James: Peace

Ava: Security

James: I’ve never known a respite like the one you offer me

Ava: If there was better somewhere else, I would let you find it

Ava: that’s how much I like you

James: Let me reveal you, uncover all there is to

Ava: I trust you, I want it to be you

James: Expose yourself to me and I’ll lay myself bare to you

Ava: James

James: Fuck, Ava

Ava: How did we stumble upon us, how is it so incredible

James: I don’t know

Ava: Writing until you do would be a worthy pursuit but I still don’t think you’d get an answer really

James: There’s an argument to be made for you taking over as the writer, because stumble is a prudent word choice for my inability to walk anywhere at the moment

Ava: You really need to be sat down darling

James: Thankfully I am, lamentably you’re not sat with me

Ava: God if I was

James: Write it for me

Ava: [do, trying your hardest and being the sauciest, obviously]

James: You’re profoundly talented

Ava: You leave me with no choice in the matter

James: You’re going to leave me with no alternative but to behave very unprofessionally

Ava: I am

James: No apologies?

Ava: Only if you really want them

James: You’ll be sorry this office isn’t soundproof when the denial of the recording I would’ve sent you fully registers

Ava: But

James: [he can’t resist sending a voice note regardless though which is just him breathing insanely because gotta be quiet shh]

Ava: I can feel how that would feel against my skin, if I focus hard enough on each breath

James: If I close my eyes I can feel the weight of you in my lap

Ava: There’s not an office in the city soundproofed enough for how I would be reacting if I were in your lap right now

James: I’d be inconsolable at having to keep you as quiet as I am

Ava: Inconsolable does sound like a personal challenge though

James: True, perhaps it should be

Ava: Perhaps you’ll want me keeping you company all the time

James: I already crave that

Ava: Me too

Ava: you already made me want to be on that desk of yours, now I need to be under it, bent over it, the possibilities truly are endless

James: [of course writing all those possibilities being even more !! than he was earlier hence also a saucier rewrite of that desk moment from then because the mood we’re in rn]

Ava: I’ll do anything, just please let me

James: Darling, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t grant you permission for

Ava: I fucking adore you, I need to feel you again, I’m so lost here

James: The desk isn’t mine, you are

Ava: The moment you laid eyes on me, you possessed me fully

James: Remember how that felt, feel it now

Ava: I haven’t stopped, I can feel you in my flesh and blood and my bones, you flood my mind and my other senses until I can feel you again

James: I’d create space for you in every fragment of me, there isn’t a trace of myself I wouldn’t gladly let you coexist along with, because it’s all improved for the closeness of you

Ava: I want to be consumed by you and consume you, no distinction between us, that’s how truly my entire being belongs to you

James: I’m going to flood this desk without even touching myself because of how you confess the things you want

Ava: Now I really want that

James: But you’re not here to consume it

Ava: You could for me, feed me

James: You have declared your appetite for us to be joined, I should demonstrate my own

Ava: I will give myself over to you again and again, every second, every day, I become yours anew

James: It would be impossible to dismiss any vow made by you, least of all that one

Ava: Want me, I don’t know if I’ll continue to exist if you don’t, not now

James: I said it first, I told you to be mine entirely or I’d be afraid what I’d do

Ava: You were so masterful, I’ve been under your spell since

James: I didn’t exist without you

Ava: But you’re so vivid and raw and electric to me, how can that be true

James: To call you my muse cheapens it, but you know what you are irrespective of the language deficit

Ava: You know who that makes you, how vital to me, my master, my creator

James: I’d experience an unparalleled sense of pride and fulfilment if I were, of course your parents were satisfied after creating you, anyone would be content to stop

Ava: You are but don’t stop, please

James: I won’t, I can’t

Ava: You need this, me

James: You’re fundamental to me too

Ava: I’ve written your name on my thigh

James: I’d carve yours on this desk provided I saw it at all, but I could be anywhere for how little it matters when I’m not with you

Ava: Soon, love, so soon

Ava: I don’t need to come back

James: The sight of you would be alarming, once the limited time I have runs out and we’ve got no choice but to be finished

Ava: I’d wait for you like that, ruined

James: Never ruined

Ava: Not for you

James: Ravished, but your beauty grows with that, I refuse to diminish any part of you

Ava: You’re so unbelievably caring, it never fails to shock me

James: You bring out the best in me, I want it for you

Ava: We can have that together

James: Art evolves, if that’s what you are and I’ve created you, it’s my aim that you do

Ava: You make me feel it, like it’s more than skin deep

James: Our bond is, you’ve cured me of more than my writer’s block

Ava: I think I’ve run out of words, I don’t have sufficient ones to match to our bond

James: Present your thigh to me

Ava: [a covert snap of this which is clearly well under your skirt because we know what we’re saying here and where your head was]

James: [another voice note, this time of him saying her name in response, obvs whispered to be likewise stealth but !! af because not okay about it even a lil bit]

Ava: Maybe that’s all we need to say

James: It’s all I feel as though I can say

Ava: You’ve kept it off the desk and the [whatever work things he is currently ignoring so hard] no one can expect anything more

James: Yours are the only ones I care to meet

Ava: You continue to exceed even my wildest

James: I remain floored

Ava: And I demand you be here now

James: Soon, I promise

Ava: I’ll count every second ‘til then

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The demon brothers reacting to black mc wash day

The way there are like four black characters in this game but not a single X black reader🤨 like I know you like making all your MC‘s pasty skinny insecure white girls but we don’t do that over here(Also can you notice I got side tracked with beel? Lmao)

Lucifer:

- okay so you may think he’s like thousands of years old so he knows everything about humans but he knows nothing

- He just assumes mammon let’s his hair do whatever

- Honestly thought he was buying all those hair products just to spend money smh

- So when he sees you walking by with a basket full of stuff he’s like??? Is it necessary

- “Hey Luci, mams is out so can you help me do my hair?”

- On the outside he’s all “ahah tiny human needs help”

- But we know he’s a big softy he’s trying not to cry bc that’s so domestic and intimate and he’s a sucker for that stuff

- Especially bc you made it clear(mainly asmo) that nobody could touch your hair without asking first

- “It would be my pleasure.”

- So he’s lowkey overwhelmed by the amount of stuff you have in the counter

- “You use all this???”

- “I got more in my bag”

- ????? Hello??

- But he’s a fast learner and gives great massages

- Got you falling asleep in the sink and he’s just starring at you with heart eyes

- “Next I defangle right?”

- “Yeah”

- Okay so please forgive him

- He’s used to trying-

- Keyword is try

- Ti helo mammon with his hair

- So he is snatching out the knots

- Like you thought your mom or auntie was bad?

- He’s pulling your head ALL the way back

- “LUCIFER”

- “Yeah?”

- Lmao you gotta use the pact to beat his ass

- “If you yank out another clump of my hair I will beat your ass.”

- Takes his time detangling now

- Mammon is laughing bc this why he don’t ask him for help no more

- “Yanked the shit outta your head didn’t he?”

- “BRO WHY IS HE SO ROUGH??”

- He had no idea how to braid so he will ask asmo how to braid your hair in secret

- He learns how to do cornrows pretty fast

- Will kiss your scalp when he thinks your sleeping too

- He loves how you smell

- He’s gon steal ya shea butter and blame it on asmo or mammon and he will lie straight through his teeth

- “I have shea butter already lucifer :/ you ain’t fooling nobody”

- Keeps a red silk bonnet on his room just for you

- Got silk pillowcases too

- He’s about a 6/10 on the scale bc he will give you the worst migraine if your life

Mammon:

- he’s literally black Lmao

- You can argue with ya moms idc he’s black and the devs know it too

- But he’s obviously the best at this

- My boy may have a silk press but you better believe when the humidity hits its back to 4c

- When he hears you complaining about how all your expensive hair products are back in the human realm he bust in with his loud ass

- “As your first man it’s obviously up to me to help u get that head together”

- Sir🤨 what you tryna say

- He’s super nervous bc he’s tender headed and only asmo and Lilith were allowed to touch his scalp

- “You can,,be a little rougher”

- He’s soft as hell lmao

- After wards will take you shopping for hair stuff

- He has like a whole drawer full of durags and bonnets

- “What color you want?”

- He’s the real plug lmao

- You and him be laughing at inside jokes the others can’t understand

- The black body language

- “👀🤨😘”

- “😌😙🥺”

- “What the fuck are y’all saying??”

- Bothering Satan!!

- Bro you can’t tell me he don’t look like any other white boy with a rich dad!!

- “I know he’s not wearing kakis”

- “It’s drip or drown and the water beating his ass”

- Anyway

- He will play prince

- Best wash day playlist on god

- Having Simon join in🥺🥺

- Maybe even helping diavolo not heat damage his hair🥰

- Y’all just have whole sleepovers

- Coordinating wash days so y’all can share products

- Group chat with hair inspo

- Macc daddy mc: okay but what if I pop out with these white locs?

- Mamoney: YOOO I GOT SOME LOC JEWELRY FOR THOSE

- angelfoodcake: I think they would look good in a bun

- Dia: slay!

- I’m sorry but he used aave bc he don’t know what it means like Lucifer is struggling bc he will say Random shit

- You I turn help with his hair

- He is super bougie with his product too

- “This is deep conditioner from the third layer of hell that contains the screams and tears of kkk members.”

- “…. Okay”

- Him and asmo do spa days shut up he’s a model he loves self care

- Right after wash day they do face masks

- Beaks combs

- Like his hair has a life of of its own you gotta ease into that mf bc you will start snapping metal combs

- Very chaotic but relaxing

Leviathan:

- lmao okay so this will be a struggle

- Like a first date with sweaty hands

- He probably buys a black hair salon simulator 😭😭

- Probably dry combs your hair

- Like he thought you were a demon for a sec when you whipped your head around

- “Boy I will rock your shit”

- “🥺🥺 okay”

- Might purposely mess up to have you snap on him at first he likes it when your sadistic

- But he will take it seriously when your a breath away from asking someone else for help

- He got them Gamer hands so he can section and part like a professional

- “Hand me the gel”

- Likes trying different hair styles out

- His favorite is a wash n go bc he likes seeing how it comes out differently every time

- Also you can wear your cute lil bedtime hat🥰

- He sleeps in a whole ass bathtub so he gets silk sheets and comforters and just piles em all in there

- Will wear a silk shirt to sleep bc he usually holds you when y’all slept together

- Will buy cute ruri-Chan clips to put in your hair

- Also devil horn clips that asmo bought you give him a heart attack every time

- Let’s you use his T-shirts as a towel

- Will bitch at you if you all asleep without wearing your bonnet

- “So you not wear the tsl bonnet got you for your birthday?”

- When he learns how to brain he could have half your head done in like 40 mins

- You already know he has all the slice of life anime with black main characters lined up for y’all to watch

- He’s trying his best and he is definitely succeeding

Satan:

- lmao okay so this one is funny

- Mr. Hit me or my father will sue

- He seems like he would get super frustrated and yank your hair out

- But I’ve men him personally and he wouldn’t never do that

- Before you even ask he’s read all the books he can and bothered mammon about it so he’s prepared

- He wouldn’t forgive himself if he hurt you anyway

- Prides himself on being better than Lucifer at something

- So when you offhandedly ask him to help with your hair he’s smiling so bright

- “Of course mc I’d love to”

- He’s already in his head trying to figure out which hairstylist

- Like he’s masters regular waves and finger waves

- He’s got this on lock

- He’s so gentle when he’s massaging your scalp

- “We should do a hot oil treatment,,,, just to be safe”

- Can’t be a lazy natural around him no sir

- He bothers you DAILY about your head and always got summ to say

- Like simmer down white boy worry about your cardigan 🙄

- “I can tell you ain’t oil your scalp last night”

- Boy if you don’t-

- Loves twist outs

- He can study your hair more that way

- Like what makes it not come out frizzy,how to make it pop

- Him and asmo are sifting through your hair products to make sure only the best ingredients are in there

- He’s your white knight too

- Anyone try to touch your hair demon or otherwise getting an elbow to the spinal cord no questions asked

- “Do you think your hair has high or low porosity?”

- He got your hair stats sitting in a notebook somewhere

- “High density with very fine strands.”

- Like he knows your hair more than you do

- Buys you a cat shower cap

- Also cat ears

- Cat anything you put on your head really he thinks they make you look cute

- “Mc! Do you want to listen to this audiobook with me? It’s about black hair throughout the decade.”

- Listening to natural hair horror stories on YouTube is a favorite past time

- Another one who loves the small of your products

- Will probably stand super close to you at all times to smell your hair

- “Smells like home”

- Like if he smells cocoa butter a mile away he knows your close by

- Go white boy go!

Asmodeus:

- Tbh he probably don’t know much about your hair

- Yeah he’s helped mams on occasions but that don’t mean y’all got the same hair texture or style

- Mams has like 4 a b and c all over

- You can too but I like to think his head a mess and he got different coils all over the place

- So he’s watching you like a hawk to see what products you be using

- Gets you even more expensive stuff

- “Do I need it tho?”

- “MC! This won’t be available for another century! Of course you need it!!”

- Loves doing puffs and pineapples

- Like he’s the master of doing edges

- So he lies it when he can see them clearly

- “My hard work🥰”

- Plenty of pictures

- # wash day!

- He probably got a long ass routine too so you guys do wash day together

- “You seen my African black soap?”

- “….. no”

- Steals your products too

- He wants to smell like a tropical garden too😡 you gotta share

- Buys you a silk durag that you wear in pictures

- Probably has bonnets that you can only wear in photos too

- His whole bed is silk sheets so don’t even worry

- He will be on your neck tho about your hair like Satan

- “ why is it so frizzy?? Did you not deep condition for 45 mins like I told you?”

- Says your stressing him out when you don’t deangle properly

- Lots of shopping trips

- Will match your outfits with your hair

- “Let me see what your hair looks like we got plans today”

- Favorite style is box braids and a fade

Beelzebub:

- baeby

- Like imma need y’all to stop thinking he’s stupid

- He’s a himbo but he knows about sex like his brother is the avatar of lust stop assuming he don’t know how to use the monster between his legs >:/

- Bc he knows how to EAT if anything else

- Anyway he will wash your hair in the shower

- His arms never get tired so he’s down to help you pull off a fly ass install

- Wig

- Some braids

- Locks

- Anything

- He is always ready and willing to help🥰

- Might eat your products tho

- “Where did my hair mayonnaise go??”

- “That wasn’t for my sandwich???”

- Lmao just get non scented stuff

- Probably gets horny bc you smell so good

- “I want to devour you”

- Go head then😳

- Soft dom but doesn’t know your limits so accidentally fucks you stupid

- Like he never realizes how hard he’s going or how feral he’s being

- So your brainless and drooling

- Tapped out like 5 orgasms ago

- And he’s like “you good?”

- Lmao he does kinda have an idea tho bc your choking on your own words begging him to slow down but he can’t get enough of your expression

- Wash day might as well be blow your back out day tbh

- Bc after you put your hair in that wrap it’s dinner time

- He’s gon make sure you are tired out

- Favorite hairstyle is those cute mini locs you get when your first licking your hair

- I think he likes short hair the most idk

- Let’s you use any of his shorts to dry your hair

- Will take off the shirt he’s wearing to let you dry your hair

- Will always have an umbrella ready in case it starts to rain

- Saw you upset bc it was storming and he bings an umbrella everywhere now

- Cute hair scarves

- Like he got you this cute marble orange scarf that you wear when you go on dates

Belphegor:

- This mf 😒

- I refuse to believe he’s the one that *spoiler for lesson 16*

- He’s literally so cute??? Like that’s a baby if I’ve ever seen one

- Dont let that cute face fool you tho

- He’s an menace

- Especially with hair

- Did you see that selfie he took?

- Yeah he’s a mess he don’t do mu with his hair but let it grow out

- Too tired to help you out with wash day but will hype you up

- Sleepily give you compliments and give cometary when asked

- “Try the other gel it might work better”

- “That Bantu knot of slightly bigger than the other one”

- will make sure your scarf stays safe all night

- 30 silk pillows

- “I stole this one from lucifer”

- Secretly refills your product when you’re running out

- The bottle was almost empty and now it’s completely full

- Will massage your scalp when washing your hair in the sink

- “This feels so domestic”

- He’s very soft about it

- Smiling the entire time

- Tells you you look cute to get you flustered

- Buys you cute hair accessories

- Like where did that cow hair pin come from?

- Definitely not him

- If your getting nasty he will ruin the whole mood to put your scarf on lmao

- “Ayo wait a min”

- Keeps one bonnet hidden in all his sleeping spots

- Just in case

- If your products got lavender in it he will fall asleep right next to your head

- “You smell so good I couldn’t resist mc”

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 2 years ago

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5 Things You Never Get Tired of Writing

Thank you for the tag, y'all!! 😁 Sorry I'm just getting around to this now! (I'm fucking late to everything, I stg 😆)

A Note: These are numbered so I can keep track but they're in no particular order! I love writing all these things equally! 💖

Instant Connections ~ Irl I'm someone who falls really hard, really fast & there is something so beautiful to me about that rare feeling when you just suddenly click with someone & I love trying to capture that in my writing!! Those Love-At-First-Sight, Feel-Like-I-Know-You-But-I-Don't-Yet, Sparks-Flying moments are just 😍😍😍

Angst & Hurt/Comfort ~ Because I am a cruel & capricious author (who just happens to have had plenty of PTSD & dogshit experiences to draw from 🙃✌🏼).

Even if just the general idea or emotions of the situation are based on personal experience but the details/specifics are fictionalized, it can be cathartic as a creator & you can bet I'm gonna drag the reader with me (bc in this house, we all heal together, y'all! 🤌🏼❤️‍🩹)

Platonic Friendships ~ When I was in school, despite being incredibly girly, I had plenty of guy-friends & they were, like, super-duper close to my heart!! We were like siblings pretty much-- we joked around with each other, shot the shit, were always there for each other & just always had great times so I love writing friendships like that! 😁

Fluff ~ I am such a hopeless fucking romantic omg. I just LOVE fluff! Gimme that adorable, flirtatious, sweet, romance & affection, babey !! 🥳

Established Relationships ~ Long-term relationships where they've been together so long & know each other so well that they are almost in-sync because love has made them both so instinctual that they can almost tell what the other is thinking ?? And then add some domesticity ???? Yes please. 🤭

Lowkey, I'm so late to this party that probably everybody I would've tagged has already done it so if by some miracle, you haven't & want to, here you go: Pls consider this me tagging you 🤣💖

5 things you never get tired of writing

Thank you @hxad-ovxr-hxart for the tag!

I always love to write friendships! Like those who are a mix between that flirtatious kinda like sexual tension but then again, they are like siblings.

I will never get sick of enemies-to-lovers. I just love to write those, and with a lot of characters, I find interesting, so it's kinda easy to go with it.

Fluffy Stories! A first sight, a first kiss, a first "I love you," a first time, a proposal! All of these things. I love to write them!

Backstories for my OCs - phew, I think that a lot of times, I use sooooooooo much time googling where my character could be from and what would make sense, like which Schools they attended, where they went on vacation with their families, what bar do they usually meet their friends, etc.

Fluffy-Smut. I mean, who doesn't like to write a little hot and spicey part with the person they fancy. When we can't have them in reality, just let us have them in our heads!

Tags: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @snarkyliebgott, @brassknucklespeirs, @lieutenant-speirs

No pressure!

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disturbedbydesign · 2 years ago

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Take Me Home - Part 10

PAIRING: Dennis Baker x Reader

SUMMARY: It’s been nearly a year since your ex-boyfriend dumped you and left you with a laundry list of insecurities, and you haven’t been able to really put yourself out there since. But when Dennis shows up at the adoption fair you’re running for your job at the animal shelter, there’s just something about him that makes you feel like you’re ready to try again.

WORD COUNT: 4.4K

WARNINGS (more to come): Body Issues (Dennis and Reader), References to Past Animal Abuse, Emotionally Abusive Exes (Dennis and Reader), Mention of Past Domestic Violence (Dennis’s Evil Ex), Dry Humping/Thigh Riding, Two Idiots In Love Making Out In A Car, Oral (M&F Receiving), Titjob, Cum Play, Fingering. 18+ only, no minors.

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Part Ten

The drive back to your apartment is a quick one, but it feels eons long because Dennis is itching to get you in private. The kiss you gave him outside the restaurant was filled with promise and his body was already buzzing from the bit of PDA you’d engaged in during dinner. Dennis knows you want him and fuck does he want you, but the old insecurities are creeping back in the closer he gets to your door. He can’t help but wonder what exactly you’re expecting of him this night and while he knows what he wants to do, he still doesn’t know if he can.

He tries to hide it from you but the confidence he had throughout dinner has completely worn off by the time you unlock the door to your apartment and invite him inside. You walk in first so Badger sees you, and he gives Dennis a bit of side-eye from the couch where he was snoozing comfortably.

“I’m just gonna take him out real quick,” you say, slipping off your heels and sliding into a pair of flip-flops. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Dennis nods as he stands aside, allowing Badger some space as you put his harness and leash on. He’s so far from comfortable it’s almost laughable, though. He almost feels like he’s starting from scratch with you, and he doesn’t quite know why. Except that’s not entirely true; he does know why, but he doesn’t much care to think about it in detail. Seeing your ex was a reminder that there were men who came before him—men who could do things that he can’t do. Dennis tries to push away the thought of you being intimate with Brad but now that he’s seen him in the flesh, he’s got a mental picture playing in his head.

It’s not the fact that you’ve been with other people that bothers him—you’re a grown woman, of course you’ve slept with other people, and he doesn’t care how many there were or any of that shit. What’s really dragging Dennis down into that dark place again is that he’s terrified he won’t measure up. As much as he knows you despise Brad, he’s pretty sure that sex was never the problem in your relationship, and he feels like he’s entered a competition he can’t win. The last thing he wants is to disappoint you tonight, just after you’ve seen Brad, because maybe it will get you thinking your ex wasn’t so bad after all.

The whole time you’re out with Badger, Dennis is telling himself that he needs to talk to you about how he’s feeling but he doesn’t want to bring up your ex. He knows you probably just want to put him out of your mind and end the night on a good note, but he doesn’t know exactly what that means for you. When you come back with Badger you’ve got a sweet smile on your face, but your face changes when you see him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, drawing your eyebrows together. “Did something happen?”

“No,” he replies. “It’s just… fuck… I’m sorry… I don’t…”

Dennis trails off and droops his head, rubbing the back of his neck in a pointless attempt at self-soothing.

“It’s ok,” you say. “Whatever it is, it’s ok. Let me just put Badger in Mal’s room so we can have some space to talk, alright?” You grab Badger’s water bowl and take it with you into the bedroom next to the kitchen. “Come on, Badge. TV Time.”

Dennis hears you put on the TV for Badger and talk to him for a moment, though he can’t make out your words. He tries to put himself back in that headspace where he felt like he could tell you anything but it’s not working because he’s got horrible thoughts floating around his head, thoughts like maybe all that in the restaurant—the little touches and kisses and flirty little smiles—was just you trying to make Brad jealous. Maybe none of it had a thing to do with you wanting him. Maybe he could have been anyone.

Dennis doesn’t look at you when he hears you come back into the living room. He doesn’t look at you when he feels you sit next to him on the couch. He just stares at the ground, gripping his knee to ground himself as he pinches the bridge of his nose to try and stave off the anxiety headache he feels coming on. He feels your hand cup his cheek as you pull his face in your direction.

“Look at me,” you say softly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Your pretty eyes are filled with concern as they lock onto his and he wants to tell you every single thing he feels but his words are caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. His mouth is dry and his heart is beating so hard he feels it throbbing in his neck.

“Baby, please,” you beg. “You’re scaring me. Just talk to me.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” he croaks. “I’m just… I think I’m scaring myself.”

“Please tell me this isn’t about Brad,” you say.

“I don’t know. It is and it isn’t. I mean… it’s about me, really. It’s the same shit again, and I thought I was past it… that we were past it… but I guess not.”

He can see the confusion in your slight frown and he knows he needs to be more specific. He hears Dr. Porter’s voice in his head screaming “open, honest communication” but the words just won’t come tonight. But it’s like you know—somehow you always fucking know. You fold your legs under yourself on the couch next to him and wrap your arm around his waist and you start to ask the right questions.

“What are you afraid of, Dennis? I mean, what exactly happened tonight that has you feeling bad, because I thought… I don’t know… you seemed happy.”

“I was… I mean, I am happy. I’m just… I’m scared I can’t make you happy. I guess just seeing him…”

“He made me fucking miserable,” you say. “No one on earth has ever made me feel worse than he did. I thought you knew that.”

“I do. I do know that. It’s just… God, this is so fucking embarrassing and I really don’t want to make you talk about him. That’s the last thing you want, I’m sure. I just… I feel like I’m not gonna be good enough for you. You know… in that way… and now we’re here and we’re alone and I don’t know what you want, or maybe I do know what you want and I want the same thing but I just… can’t.”

Dennis lets his hand rest on your hip and closes his eyes as you play with the top button of his shirt.

“You said you don’t know what I want,” you say, “but you never asked me what I want.”

Dennis swallows the lump in his throat. “OK, what do you want?”

“I want you to feel safe with me and I want to feel safe with you. And maybe we’re not there yet, and that’s ok. I mean, I know I’m still holding stuff back. I don’t feel 100% confident either and that has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

It’s like a knife in Dennis’s heart to hear you say that because all he wants is to make you feel every bit of his love for you, but he understands where you’re coming from because he’s coming from the same place.

“It shouldn’t have to be this hard,” he says. “I just want…”

“What?” you ask. “Tell me what you want.”

I just want to tell you I love you and make love to you and be with you every single day for the rest of my life.

“I just want to be normal,” he says, and you scoff.

“I don’t even know what ‘normal’ is anymore, Dennis. I’m pretty sure I’m not normal. I can’t even be naked in front of my fucking boyfriend without having half a panic attack… you wanna talk about embarrassing. Christ.”

You hide your face in the crook of his arm and sigh as you hug him tighter, and Dennis is at a complete loss for words because he didn’t know it was that bad. He knew you were hesitant, sure, but he didn’t know that you felt that level of fear being with him. He hates that Brad did this to you—that you’re holding yourself back from him because of things that asshole made you believe about yourself. He wishes you could see yourself through his eyes, and all he wants is to make you feel as beautiful as you are.

He runs his hand across your hair gently and says, “Listen, I don’t know what he said to you and I don’t ever need to know because what I already know is that you are absolutely perfect to me, inside and out, and I will do everything I can possibly do to prove it to you. I never want you to feel afraid around me. I mean… sweetheart, I think about seeing you naked like 90% of the day every day.”

You giggle into his chest and look up at him. “Do you really?” you ask.

“It’s probably more like 95%,” he replies.

“Perv.” You swat at his chest and he leans down and kisses your forehead, inhaling the spicy vanilla scent of your hair as you sigh. “I want to be normal, too, Dennis. I really do.”

“Is there anything I can do?” he asks. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything but, I mean, there’s not much I wouldn’t do to get you naked.”

“Just kiss me,” you say, and Dennis happily obliges.

“Just kissing” quickly turns to you straddling Dennis with your dress hiked up to your waist, his big hands roaming up and down your thighs as you unbutton his dress shirt and pull it free from his pants.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs into your neck, which he peppers with soft, open-mouthed kisses, and when he finds that spot that drives you crazy, he drags his teeth across it gently and you moan his name.

You slide his shirt over his shoulders and dig your nails into the meat of them, drawing a hiss from him that you feel in your core.

“Too much?” you ask, concerned that you’ve hurt him, but he just chuckles.

“Not at all,” he replies. “Not even close.”

You can feel his cock straining in the confines of his pants as you roll your hips on top of him and fuck you want him inside of you. You feel so empty as you clench around nothing, positioning yourself to get the friction you need to ease the aching absence of him.

“I want you so bad, baby,” you say, looking into his lust-blown blue eyes. “I need you.”

He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the couch cushion, his long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he grips the flesh of your thighs. “Need you, too, sweetheart,” he says, and when he opens his eyes again it feels like he’s staring straight into your soul. “Need to taste you. Please let me taste you.”

You dig your teeth into your bottom lip as you lean forward and press your forehead to his, taking a deep, calming breath before you whisper, “OK.”

Before you even know what’s happening, Dennis has you up off the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cradling your ass as he carries you into your bedroom. He sets you gently down on your bed and leans over you, cradling your face as he moves in for a deep, slow kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. He finally pulls away and stands up at the edge of your bed, and you’re gasping for air as you look up at him—shirtless and barefoot with a tent in his pants that’s testing the strength of the seams. You want him in your mouth, down your throat; you want him everywhere, but when you sit up and grab his belt buckle he stills your hands.

“Not me,” he says. “You.” He wraps his big hands around your forearms and pulls you to your feet. “Turn around.”

You do as he says, and the slightly commanding tone of his voice has you feeling almost dizzy as he slowly pulls the zipper of your dress down. The heat of his breath against the nape of your neck has you clenching your thighs together as he slides the straps off your shoulders, your dress pooling at your feet as he reaches around to cup your bare breasts. You hear the soft thunk of his knees hitting the rug and you shiver as kisses his way down your back, one of your hands finding the back of his head and sliding through his hair as his lips reach the small of your back. He places his hands on your hips gently and turns you around, and the sight of him on his knees for you, looking up at you through his glasses with an almost reverent desire, is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says. “So fucking perfect.”

He kisses his way across your stomach, just above the waistband of your panties. The small lace garment is the only scrap of clothing left on you—the only place left to hide. He moves his hands from your hips to your ass and pulls you into him, his nose poking at your covered mound as he takes a deep breath of you.

His voice is muffled as he speaks against the lace, “You smell so goddamn good,” and when he starts to kiss your mound over the fabric, you let out a whimper and have to grab his shoulders to keep your balance. He looks up at you, and you think for a moment he’s going to laugh or smirk or something, but his face holds nothing but tenderness.

“Lay down on the bed, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me.”

“O- OK,” you stammer.

You can hear the hesitance in your own voice because somehow, even knowing how desperately this man wants to be with you, you’re still afraid. But fuck do you want to feel his mouth on your bare skin. Just that little tease through the fabric of your panties felt like absolute heaven and you know that, if you can just get over this one hurdle, it’ll be absolutely incredible.

Dennis rises up off the floor and walks you backwards until you hit the edge of the bed and take a seat. You slide up the bed and get yourself into position and he watches your every move, his broad chest heaving with each hungry breath he takes. When you plant your feet and spread open for him, he moans as he drinks in the sight of you.

“So pretty, baby,” he says, and he starts to move toward you.

“Wait,” you say, and the worry creases his brow for a moment before you tell him what you want. “Take your pants off.”

Dennis smiles his relief as he unbuckles and shoves his pants down his long legs, kicking them off to the side. You lick your lips as he stands before you in a pair of gray boxer-briefs that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. You smile up at him, your eyes darting from his bulge to his eyes and back again.

“Just let me see it. Please?” you beg him as sweetly as you can but he just shakes his head, and when you whine out his name, he chuckles.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, getting on the bed and crawling up towards you. You feel the weight of his cock on your thigh as he cages you in underneath him, taking off his glasses and placing them on your nightstand. “You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”

“What do you want?” you ask, your lips ghosting his.

“I want to see all of you, sweetheart. I want to worship every inch of your beautiful body and I want to make you cum on my tongue. You gonna let me do that?”

You take a beat before you answer. “Yes.”

“Thank you,” he says, and then he kisses you deep, dragging his tongue across the roof of your mouth slowly, giving you a preview of what he’s about to do to you.

Dennis takes his time with you, kissing all across your face and down your neck and across each of your clavicles. When he reaches your breasts, he makes sure to tell you how much he loves them as his kisses get sloppier and wetter. Your nipples get special attention from him and he moans as he suckles and laps at you, even using his teeth a little when you start to writhe underneath him. His body is so broad and heavy that you’ve got nowhere to go but you like it—the feeling that you couldn’t get away from him even if you wanted to, that he’s totally in control and you still feel completely safe. You don’t want to get away from him, though. Not even a little bit. You just want more and you cry out to him asking for it.

You could have cum just from the careful attention he paid to your tits but you don’t. Instead, the pulsing ache between your legs is getting almost painful as he kisses across your tummy. You don’t even know if he notices the stretch marks around your hips as he licks them because he’s just devouring every inch of you with the same enthusiasm. He tells you over and over again how incredible you are, how beautiful, how sweet, and you almost almost believe him.

When he’s done with your abdomen, he sits up on his knees and you gasp when he pulls your legs up. One ankle rests on his shoulder as he kisses the other, working his way up your calf and stopping at the knee to give the other leg the same treatment. He lowers your legs and settles between your thighs, the backs of your knees propped up on his broad shoulders as he plants hot, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. He makes his way from the knee all the way up to the edge of your panties, skipping the place you need him most to do the same on the other side, and you start to lose it. He’s fucking teasing you now and you whine as you feel his hot breath against your skin and his teeth graze the softest, fleshiest part of your thigh. You think he must be able to see your pussy throbbing through the thin lace fabric its hiding behind and you beg him, “Please, Dennis,” because the ache is becoming unbearable.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“Take them off.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hear a growl come loose from somewhere down deep in his chest as he pulls your pussy against his face and inhales through your soaked panties. “So fucking wet for me,” he says before kissing you over the fabric. It’s already enough to have you clutching the sheets and you beg him again to strip you bare. He pulls away, getting back on his knees as he hooks his fingers around the strings at your hips. When he peels the fabric from your flesh slowly and discards your last line of defense, you close your eyes, take a deep breath, and hold it.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, holding your legs wide open at the knee. “Open your eyes. Look at me, sweetheart.”

You do as he asks, and when you see the way he’s looking at you, you let out the breath you’d been holding.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, and then he drops to his stomach and wraps his arms around your thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue up your bare pussy has you boath moaning loud—too loud, you realize, because the sounds he’s about to draw out of you are bound to disturb Badger in the other room.

“Fuck. Hold on,” you say, grabbing the TV remote from your nightstand and turning it on and all the way up.

“Badger?” he asks, and you nod.

Before you have a chance to apologize for the interruption, he’s got his tongue all the way out and pressed flat against your flesh and he’s moving his head up and down slowly. His tongue is so fucking wide and long that you feel it everywhere, hot and wet against every part of you. He keeps his pace steady, looking up at you every now and again for reassurance, and you give it to him, telling him how fucking good he feels, when to speed up, when to apply more pressure. He listens to every instruction, but you don’t really need to tell him all that much because you’re almost braindead already from the way he’s working you with his tongue.

You’ve got your hands buried in his hair, gripping it tight but not too tight as you rock your hips against his face, and when he wraps his lips around your clit and starts to suck it into his mouth, your back arches off the bed and you feel yourself starting to lose control.

“Oh, fuck, Dennis. That’s perfect. Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck, please, baby. Don’t stop.”

Your praises have him moaning around your bud as he pulls your hood back, and when he does that you pull harder on his hair than you mean to. It doesn’t bother him, though; he doesn’t miss a beat. He just moans louder and you can feel the bed start to rock as he ruts into it, his moans keeping time with the thrust of his hips and Oh fuck is he gonna cum just from eating you out?

He pulls away for a moment and you let go of his head. He’s panting as his face and beard glisten with you, and he asks, “Do you want me to use my fingers?”

“Fuck yes,” you say. “Please.”

He pops his middle and forefinger in his mouth and runs them up and down your entrance, gathering the slick leaking from you before slowly pushing them inside and latching on to your clit again. When he crooks his fingers and finds your G-spot, you know you’re only moments away. You grab your breasts and play with your nipples, wishing Dennis had a few more hands so he could do it for you, the way he knows you like.

“Oh God, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum, Dennis. Don’t stop. You’re so fucking good, baby.”

He pops off you just long enough to tell you, “That’s it, sweetheart. Cum all over my face. You can do it,” and his words of encouragement are enough to send you over the edge.

Your toes curl into the bedspread and your back arches as you cum hard and quivering into his mouth. You know you shouldn’t yell but you can’t help it, and as you cry out your pleasure, you pray that the TV is loud enough that Badger won’t hear you and mistake your cries of ecstasy for those of pain. The sex gods must be watching over you tonight, though, because you don’t hear a peep from him. All you hear is the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears and your ragged breaths as you try to recover from what this man has just done to you. You look down at Dennis, still trying to catch your breath and unable to speak yet, and you give him a lazy smile.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you cum, sweetheart” His eyes roll back a bit and you can see he’s still humping your bed for release. “Oh, fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” you ask, and all he can do is nod furiously with his eyes pinched shut.

“Give it to me,” you tell him. “I want it.”

Dennis scrambles up the bed and you sit up and yank down his boxer briefs, finally getting an eyefull of his glorious cock. He’s soaked with his own precum and you moan as you wrap your lips around his tip and the taste of him hits your tongue. He’s already so close you don’t have to do much of anything—a few twists of your wrist and bobs of your head are enough to have him falling forward and catching himself on the headboard behind you as he cums hard down your throat.

You would have sucked the soul out of him for hours after the way he’s just made you feel, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute before he had you wrapped up in his arms and pressed to his chest, kissing you softly with the taste of each other on your lips. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and you can tell you’re beaming as he tells you things you’ve been dying to hear.

“I think I’m addicted to your pussy,” he says. “It’s so fucking pretty and perfect. I already want more.”

You giggle and swat his shoulder. “I can’t do that again,” you say. “I’m spent. But that was amazing.”

“Really?” he asks, and he’s got that tone in his voice that tells you that even though you came screaming on his face, he’s still somehow unsure of himself.

“Yes, really,” you reply. “How did you… I mean… you said you didn’t know what you were doing but… um… you definitely knew what you were doing.”

Dennis buries his face in the crook of your neck and sighs, his words muffled against your skin. “I, uh, might have done some research. You know… read some articles and watched some… videos.”

You grab his hair gently and tilt his head back up so you can look at him. “You studied? For me?”

“I wanted to be good for you.”

“You were. You were so good for me, baby. The best ever.”

“Now I know you’re lying,” he says, and you grab his face between your thumb and forefinger,

“I’m not lying,” you say, dead serious. “I would never lie to you. I promise you that.”

Dennis lets out a relieved sigh and a half smile plays at the corner of his mouth. “The best ever?”

“The best ever.”

PART ELEVEN >>>

#dennis baker fanfiction #dennis baker x reader #dennis baker x you #dennis baker #chris evans #chris evans characters #take me home series

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 years ago

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If you do Toji, I beg for some toji chubby chaser headcanons. I'm STARVING here😥

*dusts off shoulders and rolls up sleeves* alrighty, let's get to work

Tbh i lowkey don't like Toji's personality but i tried my best to make some general headcanons for you babe 🤧💕

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, not beta read bc im just a lil worm and i dont do that skskksks

Ok let's one thing straight

Mans is the biggest chubby chaser on the planet sksksk

He loves some extra cushion to grab onto so if you're curvy/plump/fat/whatever you wanna call yourself, he is THERE, he's right next to you asking for your number sksksk

Like if you've got a curvy milf bod, he's already looming over you and callin you mommy which? um? Hello? Police??

No but he loves thicc girls with his whole heart

There's so much to squeeze and grab and you best believe he's pawing at every inch of you like he's about to fall off a ledge and he's holding on for dear life

You're gonna be COVERED in marks babe, im sorry if you have somewhere to be, your best bet is to just cover yourself up

He is absolutely RUTHLESS in bed good LORD

He's gonna beat your pussy up so bad that they'll need dental records to identify her

I'm talking slapping, biting, smacking, gripping you so hard you get BRUISES jesus christ dude, if you don't chill out imma have you arrested for domestic violence i swear—

He rarely has soft moments

He's probably a fuck buddy at most bc let's be honest this man is not built for a relationship

It's not you babe! He's just trash sksksk please do not let him be any more than that bc he is gonna leave and break your heart and come back three months later to fuck and raid your fridge alexa play aint shit by doja cat sksksk

But by all means, keep him around for a good time every now and then bc you deserve to get your back blown out 😌

ANYWAYS

He's v good in bed and he's cocky about it too

He's way too good for a crusty nobody like him 😤

He finds your clit v easily and just plays with you until you're begging for his dick

And even then he doesn't give you want you want, he's a MENACE

Wants that pretty chubby pussy to squirt all over him before he fucks your brains out

He's obsessed with watching his dick push past your plump lips and slip into that ushy gushy pussy that he loves oh so much

He's got one hand on your chub at all times

Could be titty, ass, love handle, belly: he's just gotta hold onto you while he rails that pretty pussy

Likes pressing down on your belly and saying "im right here, baby. Ya feel me?"

Fav position: mating press are yall really fuckin surprised sksksks

Cmonnnnn, just let him push your knees up to your shoulders

He just wants to see your chubby bits fold up, your pretty plump pussy soaked and twitching helplessly :(

He's not gonna use a condom, don't even try to convince him bc he refuses

He wants to stuff you so full of cum that he can't fit his cock inside anymore 🤧

He mayyyyyyyy have a breeding kink sksksk like he loves creampies, the baby's just an epilogue

Shit, you already look like a milf, might as well give ya a baby pls don't have a baby with this man, take your birth control

Stretch marks make him hard sksksk

He sees those sexy tiger stripes and he's ready to risk it all

Tosses you over his shoulder way too often sksksk

Like "ayyyyyy babayyy, wanna see how strong i am? Ayee, want me to hold you up while we fuck? No? Too bad"

He's annoying and selfish most of the time but he's actually a pretty decent cook and makes you something most of the time before he dips

He acts like he doesn't care most of the time, but he still makes sure that you're alright after yall have sex

He'll pick you up if you're too weak to walk and keep you steady in the shower may or may not go another round if you're able to stand on your own

Usually jumps ship when yall are done fuckin, but over time he starts sleeping over, holding onto you tightly for at least a couple hours

He starts coming over to your place not just for sex, but to rest and recuperate, bringing along takeout and some drinks

He even invited you to the races (you said no bc who wants to go watch their fuck buddy lose all their money betting on horses?) which was weird bc he's never invited you anywhere before

He's protective of you too, always questioning who you're texting, mumbling something about how you shouldn't get involved with random guys bc they could be dangerous

You always brushed his actions off as normal "aLpHa MaLe" behavior, but you started questioning his intentions when he started grunting strange phrases during sex

"Look at you, so sweet and precious for me, my good girl"

"You love my dick, dontcha? Best dick you ever had, right? You don't need nobody else when I make you feel this good"

"Fuck, love this hot fat cunt. It's all mine, all mine."

"God, I love your body, you're so fucking good fer me. Fuck, I love you"

You never brought it up afterwards, pretending like you didn't hear anything he said or just didn't care

He's not a perfect man: he's reckless and cruel and selfish, but maybe if he grows up a bit and realigns his morals, you might join him to one of those lil races he's so fond of

#ask #toji fushiguro #smut #chubby reader #fem reader #toji fushiguro x reader #i am SOOOOOO sorry #i put this in my drafts and totally forgot about it sksksk #ik this isn't like all my other asks and i apologize #i just hate toji's personality sksksksk #but i hope this satiates your hunger a bit sksksk #☀️ fics #☀️ asks

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moonlit-reveriee · 4 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet

ft. technoblade

concept: a collection of my own personal nsfw headcanons for techno, one for each letter of the alphabet

@saturnsstufff ‘s discord saw it first ;)

A = Aftercare

I like the idea that techno actually gets very clingy after sex. He’ll get up and grab a glass of water or a towel if either of you need it, but if he’s able to, he’ll stay glued to your side the whole time. Even if he won’t admit it, he needs to have that intimacy after sex. He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his as you both cool down. Usually, his hands will be absentmindedly drawing patterns over your skin

B = Body part

Kind of an oddly specific one, but he loves your shoulders. He loves to casually rest his chin on them as he holds you from behind, and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he presses heated kisses on your pulse point. He also considers the way a person carries their shoulders to be an indication of their strength, and how could he see anything but strength in you.

He hadn’t put much thought into his own body before meeting you. He’s learned to love parts of himself because of you. Particularly his scars. They way you gently run your fingers across the rough surface of them, in both intimate and casual settings, made him crave the touch. Now when he looks at them, he thinks of your hands moving across his skin

C = Cum

Fun fact: pigs have 30 minute orgasms

Early on in your sexual relationship, he was very embarrassed by just how much of it there always was. But once you started praising him for it, that became a very different story. He started to take pride in how well he could completely fill you up without even trying

D = Dirty Secret

He would probably never admit it to you, but it’s become a habit of his to think about the last time he had sex with you during battles. He starts to make sure you two always have sex the night before a big fight, so his mind can wander back to it during the haze of battle. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or what but it certainly helps

E = Experience

You are his first ever sexual partner, but somehow he just.... already knows what he’s doing?? He’s very nervous and considerate the first time, but he does everything perfectly. Once you tell him that, he’s very happy and secretly a bit proud of himself

F = Favourite Position

He loooves to have you in his lap. Either facing him, back to chest, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do everything with you in his lap. Cockwarming, fingering, thigh riding, anything you and him are physically able to do in that position

G = Goofy

He’s usually a bit more on the serious side. Sometimes the two of you will quip at each other during foreplay, but once he gets going, it’s all business. In the moment, he likes to treat is as something special (doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about things after the fact)

H = Hair

He likes to keep himself clean-shaven most of the time. When he’s relaxed and doesn’t have to go to any public events for a long period of time, he’ll let a small amount of stubble grow on his chin. You can always tell when he slacks off on it, cause the stubble on his face brushes roughly against your skin as he kisses down your body...

he doesn’t really shave much below the neck, but he keeps it clean and trims occasionally

I = Intimacy

He’s surprisingly romantic when he wants to be. It’s definitely a side of him only you’re allowed to see. Alone together in his bed, he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly draws you to your climax. Even when he’s speaking the most lewd and naughty things to you, he somehow makes them sound affectionate and full of love

J = Jack Off

He loves to watch you masturbate. The first time was a complete accident. He came home late one night to find you curled up with his blankets, breathing heavily as you massaged yourself over your underwear. It wasn’t long before you noticed him in the doorway and jumped, worthlessly attempting to hide what you were doing. He wasn’t sure if it was the blush on your face or the fact that the blanket you chose to cover yourself in was his cape but something urged him to sit on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, and ask you to continue. It was beautiful to simply sit there and watch

K = Kink

He’s a little bit possessive. He loves to mark you in subtle ways so you always remember that you’re his. Especially if you’re going on a trip without him. He’ll drape you in gold jewelry and leave a hickey just out of sight on your neck for good measure. The part that he loves the most about it though, is that you know exactly what he’s doing and show off his signs of possession with pride

L = Location

He prefers to keep most of your sexual acts to the area in and around his cottage. Other than in bed, he loves to press you up against a wall. Sometimes you two get distracted while tending to the farms and end up heatedly making out in the snow. One time, you decide you wanted to lay out some blankets on the floor and do it right in front of the fireplace. He adored the way the firelight danced across your skin. (He’s thought about taking you down to the syndicate room and laying you out across the table. But he came to the unfortunate conclusion that during meetings, he’d never be able to look anyone straight in the eyes ever again. So he’s shelved that idea for the time being. Maybe once the group has disbanded...)

M = Motivation

He loves to be praised by you. During regular day-to-day life, he doesn’t like to accept any compliments from you, usually just brushing them off or responding with a joke. But when you two are alone together and intimate, he drinks that shit up. How can he not believe it when you look up and him with lidded eyes and tell him just how good he makes you feel. Just moaning against his lips as he kisses you is enough to keep him going for a while

N = NO

He will never do anything that involves seeing your own blood. It sets off the voices too much. One day, you randomly got a nosebleed while cooking dinner together. He could smell it before he even saw it. When the voices recognized the deep red color dripping down your face, they wouldn’t stop chanting. He tried to help you clean up, but it became too much to ignore. He had to go out back and slaughter at least a dozen zombies before they shut up. And even then, he was left with a pounding headache. You were extra gentle and sweet with him when you cuddled up in bed together that night

O = Oral

If you’re on the receiving end, be prepared for him to be down there a looooong time. Once he gets his mouth on you, it’s hard for him to pull away. He loves your smell and taste too much. He tries not to get too carried away, but there was one time he made you come 5 times in a row with just his mouth. He was very thorough with his aftercare that night.

He isn’t the one receiving very often. He only really likes it when he’s tired. He loves to sit back in a chair and watch you gently suck him of on your knees in front of him, one hand gently weaving it’s way through your hair

P = Pace

I always imagine him on the slower side. He likes to savor every moment, making sure that every thrust or movement of his hand is intentional and perfectly placed. He takes time to watch you carefully to make sure you’re getting exactly what you need. He’ll go harder before he goes faster

Q = Quickie

As much as he loves to treasure your intimate time together, there are times where he just needs it. Every once and awhile, he’ll be desperate for it and quickly have you against the wall before heading out to run some errands. Sometimes he’ll pull you in, make you cum, and head out the door without saying a single word. He usually feels the need to make up for it when he returns, but you’ve assured him many times that you love sex with him at any pace

R = Risk

Since he’s still fairly inexperienced despite his skills, he’s not super adventurous himself. More often than not, you’re the one bringing new ideas to the relationship. He’s willing to try the new things you suggest. You’ve had a discussion about your limits, and you both understand what goes too far for each other

S = Stamina

He can go multiple times in a row if he wants to, and for a long time. He lowkey loves it when you tire out before him, and you let him keep going while you lie there sleepily in his arms

T = Toy

He doesn’t own any sex toys, but he likes to make sex toys out of everyday objects (as long as they’re safe and properly cleaned of course). He likes the idea of never being able to look at that object the same way again, especially if it’s something either of you use around the house frequently. He would get his hands on some actual toys if you wanted him to. If toys are involved, he prefers them to be used on you, not on him

U = Unfair

He likes to randomly tease you during moments that are absolutely not sexual. Maybe you’re brushing out his hair, complaining about the knots in it. He’ll suddenly respond with “that’s not what you told me in the bedroom last night” leaving you to sit there in shock while he laughs. Or he’ll quote things you said to him during sex completely deadpan and watch as the blush rises to your cheeks

V = Volume

He’s not extremely loud. When he is loud though, he growls. You’ll be able to feels his chest vibrating when you lean into him. Sometimes you can even feel the vibrations through his lips as he pleasures you with his mouth, which is an absolutely crazy and wonderful feeling.

During very domestic moments, he likes to talk a lot during sex. If he comes home from working all day, and he’s missing you greatly, he loves to tell you all about his day while his cock gently rocks inside of you

W = Wild Card

This part is definitely just gonna be me fulfilling one of my personal kinks, but I love the idea of techno going through a heat since he’s part piglin. Maybe it only happens like once a year, but when it’s that time, his senses are kicked into high gear and he’s desperate for you. The two of you have a routine for it by now. You prepare the bedroom by gathering every blanket in the house, and prepping a week’s worth of food & water that can be eaten quickly during the moments when techno’s haze of arousal drops. Once he feels it start to set in, he locks the bedroom door and allows his senses to become completely enveloped by you

X = X-Ray

I like to believe that a lot of the hybrid races are PACKING. It’s one of the many things he’s nervous about on your first time, but seeing the way your able to take him so well every time is such a turn on

Y = Yearning

Both you and him can be too tired to have sex at times, but if he’s able to have you, he’ll take everything he can get. He loves to take care of you if you’ve had a long day, and he knows you’ll do the same for him

Z = ZZZ

If it’s nighttime sex, he can pass out as soon as aftercare is over. But if it’s morning or midday, he can have sex and go about the rest of his day no problem. Since his orgasms are so long, he likes to make you cum more often than he does, and watching you cum invigorates him

#mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut #red:moon #c!techno

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