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yourlocalfictionalenthusiast · 4 years ago

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART SEVEN

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Warnings: none, I think :)

A/N: ahh we’re getting dangerously close to Unsaid Emily territory, folks. Also idk if I’ve said this before but feedback is always welcomed and appreciated! <3

“This isn’t gonna work.”

You said as you watched the boys practice their apology song for Julie for the dozenth time. Alex just glared at you in response as he crouched behind Luke, and you tried to contain your laughter as the side gate clicked open and Julie walked into the studio.

Reggie immediately burst into song and Luke followed, then Alex popped out from behind Luke’s back. Once the song was over, Julie stared at them with a blank expression.

“In case you missed it,” Reggie said. “We’re really sorry.”

Julie sighed. “Yeah, I got that part.”

“Look, it wasn’t okay that we flaked on the dance,” Luke explained. “We know we let you down.”

“Yeah, we never wanted to disappoint you.” Alex said. “You’re the best thing that happened to us since we became ghosts.”

“In hopes that you’ll rejoin the band,” Luke pulled the poster out from behind his back. “We booked a new gig.”

Julie didn’t say anything as she ran her fingers across the paper. You could tell that she was still upset by the way she kept her eyes trained on it.

Reggie cleared his throat. “It’s a mind-blowing, life-changing gig.”

“There’s going to be all kinds of managers there. All we gotta do is blow their minds and we’ll be living the dream.”

“So this is important to you, huh?” Julie said, finally looking up at them. “Like the dance was important to me?”

Alex stepped forward. “We know we messed up.”

“But we need you in the band.” Luke finished and Julie rolled her eyes.

“Of course you do. Because without me, no one would be able to see you play.” Julie said, turning to Luke. “I thought the music we were making was special, but you’re too obsessed with your past to even care.”

“I do care!” Luke insisted. “We have a chance at greatness. I don’t want it to slip away from us again.”

“So then why did you bail on me and (Y/n) to get back at Trevor?” Julie crossed her arms as Luke stared at her with sad eyes. “I’ll tell you why. Because the only thing you care about is yourself.”

Luke glued his eyes to his shoes and Julie whirled around and marched back towards the house with the flyer still clutched in her fist.

“Luke-” You stepped towards him but he phased away, leaving the studio clouded in sadness.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Reggie asked.

“Where do you think?” Alex sighed. “Remember what today is?”

Even though Luke had never really cared about birthdays, you knew that his eighteenth was one he had been looking forward to all his life. Your heart broke for him when you realized that this was the way he would have to spend it.

You tugged his old jacket over your shoulders and looked towards the house. “We need to tell her.”

“About his mom?” Alex asked and you nodded.

“He can’t spend his birthday like this.”

Alex and Reggie both looked a little hesitant but nodded, following your lead as you poofed into the Molina’s living room.

Julie was on the couch, pouring over a textbook. She didn’t even look up when you all phased in front of her.

“Hey.” Alex approached her carefully. “Got a second?”

Julie kept her focus on the book and you sat next to her, using your best pleading look. “Julie, please.”

She finally looked up at you. “(Y/n), I already told you, I can’t be in the band.”

“I know.” You said. “But just, listen to us for a second, okay?”

Julie closed her book and set it on the table before looking at you all expectantly.

“Luke isn’t as selfish as you think.” Alex said and Reggie nodded in agreement.

“You remember that song in his journal? About Emily?” You asked and Julie’s eyebrows furrowed. “We wanna show you who it’s about.”

The Patterson house was almost exactly like you remembered it.

Dozens of memories swirled around in your mind as you walked up the pathway to the patio and crouched behind a chair. You could see Emily and Mitch in the window, Emily blinking tears out of her eyes as she frosted a triple chocolate fudge cake, Luke’s favorite.

And as if that wasn’t enough to break your heart, Luke sat on the counter with his head propped up against his knees.

“Emily is his mom?” Julie asked, her voice light.

“Yeah, he comes here a lot.” Alex said. “He thinks we don’t know, but we’ve been following him.”

You close your eyes as a pit of guilt opens in your stomach. You had been so wrapped up in your stupid feelings that you didn’t notice how much Luke was hurting.

“All he does is sit and watch them.” Reggie explained. “They don’t do much though.”

“They’re eating cake. That’s something.” Julie said.

“It’s a birthday cake.” You managed, avoiding everyone’s eyes as their heads snapped towards you. “For him.”

“And it’s even harder for him ‘cause he left on bad terms.” Alex said. “His parents didn’t want their seventeen year old in a rock band. So he ran away.”

You watched as Mitch lit a candle in the center of the cake and gripped Emily’s hand across the table. Luke leaned forward and blew it out immediately, making them share a look of confusion.

“That’s why Luke was so mad.” Reggie twisted his fingers. “If Trevor gave him credit for the songs, then they would’ve known that it was all worth it.”

“That his dreams were worth chasing.” You finished, another wave of guilt washed over you. You hadn’t been thinking about Luke’s parents when you fought with him about the old songs, and now you wished you could take everything back and haunt the hell out of Bobby.

Emily and Mitch blew out the candle again and Luke sank back into his chair, staring at his parents as tears streamed down his face. Julie sniffled next to you and more than ever, you wished you could hug your friend.

Alex stood up. “We all know how much it hurts when someone who should’ve had your back completely lets you down. We never meant to make you feel like that.”

“We love our band, and Luke does too.” Reggie said. “Please give us another chance.”

Julie took one last look into the window before she nodded. “Okay.”

You all shared sad smiles and you cleared your throat. “Well, then I think we have a gig to rehearse for.”

As you walked back into the studio, you couldn’t stop thinking about your fight with Luke.

How it must’ve felt for him to feel like you weren’t on his side when he was just trying to make his parents proud. You had been so caught up in your feelings of him ignoring you and being late to the dance that you didn’t stop to think about how he was feeling.

“Actually, guys,” You walked over to the couch and shrugged Luke’s old jacket on your shoulders. “Start without me. There’s something I have to do.”

“Oh?” Alex teased. “I wonder what?”

“And if it has anything to do with our birthday boy.” Reggie finished, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Do you guys want to die again?” You said and they both raised their hands in surrender. “I’ll be back soon.”

They just smirked at you knowingly as you felt yourself poof away into your old bedroom.

It was exactly the way you had left it.

Old pictures and countless band posters plastered all over your walls, a messy bed, and clothes everywhere. It was like time had been frozen in here, and as you looked around, it almost felt like you were alive again.

Like at any minute, your mom would walk in and kiss your cheek. Or there would be a soft knock at your window and it would be Luke sneaking over for movie night.

But then reality came crashing back in when you looked over to your dresser and you spotted the thing you had come for.

It was a small, dirty shoebox covered in faded stickers. You were thankful that your mom must’ve recognized it as something important and didn’t throw it away. No doubt she remembered helping you dig it up in 1995, just days before the Orpheum show.

You looked down and smiled at the words carved on the surface of the lid in Luke’s handwriting,

Luke and (Y/n)’s Time Capsule!

Open on 18th birthday :)

You snorted, realizing his writing was exactly the same as when he was six. You wiped the surface of the box off with your sleeve and tucked it under your arm. Technically, you weren’t meant to open this until you were eighteen, but also, you were technically dead, so you figured your six year old self would forgive you.

With one last look at your old bedroom, you poofed away from your house and into the studio’s loft where you quickly tucked the shoebox behind an old guitar case before making your way down the ladder.

Julie’s voice floated through the air and you joined in, taking your spot next to her on the piano bench. She gave you a teasing look and you jokingly glared at her as the song ended and Luke suddenly phased into the chair across from you.

“Julie?” He asked, stunned. “What made you come back?”

“I realized that music is important to all of us.” Julie shrugged. “We’ve already lost so much, we can’t lose this too.”

Luke nodded, a trace of a smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“Oh, and happy birthday, by the way.” She said and Luke smiled as he grabbed his guitar. “Let’s go from the pre-chorus.”

Alex started the countdown.”1...2...3...4!”

You looked over at Luke, expecting him to be looking down at his guitar as he played but his eyes met yours. He winked as he came closer to sing with you, making you laugh. As he stopped in front of the piano, you realized that while it sucked, being a little distant from Luke had it’s advantages.

At least then, you didn’t have to pretend that every little thing he did made your heart skip a beat.

“Knock, knock.” You called out from behind Julie’s bedroom door, pulling Reggie’s arm back from inside the room.

“Come in.” She said and you all walked through the door.

“What are you still doing up here?” Luke asked when he saw her snuggled up in her bed. “We go on in like twenty minutes.”

Julie sighed. “I lied to my dad so I’m stuck in here all night.”

“But we were just at the venue.” Alex said. “It was packed with people and managers. It’s kinda crazy.”

“My aunt is right downstairs.” Julie crossed her arms. “There’s no way I can get past her.”

Luke scoffed as he walked over to the window and pulled it open. “Well, it’s a good thing that you’re not taking the stairs.”

Julie’s jaw dropped, looking at you all with wide eyes. “I can’t sneak out!”

You sat down on the bed across from her. “C’mon, Molina. Live a little.”

Her eyes went back and forth between you and the boys hesitantly but she eventually gave in with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

By the time you all got to the venue, it was even more packed than before.

Every table was full and you could tell by their clothes that they were definitely in the music business. Your attention was pulled to the stage when upbeat music started playing as Carrie started to sing.

You turned to talk to Julie but then there was a bright flash on stage and Alex landed in the middle of the dancers. Julie looked around confused, but you just laughed as he followed Carrie around the stage and copied her moves.

You laughed and cheered for him. “Woo! Go, Alex!”

As the song ended, he posed and bowed before poofing back to your group with a pink tint on his cheeks. “I was just doing that for you guys.”

Reggie snickered. “Uh-huh. You can stop smiling now.”

Julie watched Carrie leave the stage with a conflicted look on her face. “I’m not gonna lie, that was pretty good.”

Flynn nodded. “Yeah, I kinda forgot why I hate her so much.”

As if on cue, Carrie came strutting off stage and laughed as she looked Flynn and Julie over. “Hey, girls. Isn’t past your bedtime?”

“Now I remember.” Flynn said with a stiff smile.

Carrie looked over at Julie. “If you’re looking for Nick, he didn’t come.”

More than ever, you wished someone could see you purely so you could give her the finger. Being a jerk for no reason was bad enough, but taunting Julie about Nick was unfair.

“Actually, that’s not why I’m here.” Julie said as she took a step closer.

On the stage, the accouncer spoke into the mic. “Alright, looks like we have one more act tonight. ‘Julie and The Fat Ones’.”

Carrie and her group laughed and you turned to Luke, dropping your voice to a whisper.

“Okay, I know it’s not the right time. But I totally told you that would happen.” You teased, thinking back to that morning when you filled out the sheet and Luke insisted that his handwriting would be legible enough.

Luke scrunched his nose at you. “Shut up.”

You snorted as Julie walked up to the stage and sat in her spot behind the piano. She put her mic in the holder and took a deep breath. “It’s actually ‘Julie and The Phantoms’.”

When the crowd quieted down, Julie started to play the opening. The gentle piano bored some people and you watched as they turned back to their conversations. But then Julie started to sing and caught everyone’s attention.

“Hearts on fire,

We’re no liars,

So we say what we want to say.

I’m awakened,

No more fakin’

So we push all our fears away,”

You felt yourself getting more excited as it came closer to your cue. You hadn’t played for this many people since you died, and even though you were a little nervous, you were filled with a need to perform again.

“Don’t know if I’ll make it cause I’m falling down under,

Close my eyes and feel my chest beating like thunder,

I wanna fly, come alive,

Watch me shine!”

You all appeared on the stage and if people weren’t paying attention before, they definitely were now. You heard shocked gasps over the music and smiled, grabbing your mic and joining in on the chorus.

“I got a spark in me,

Hands up if you can see,

And you’re a part of me,

Hands up if you’re with me,

Now till eternity,

Hands up if you believe,

Been so long and now

We’re finally free.”

You watched as Luke walked over to Alex’s drum set, playing along with Reggie as you and Julie made it to the front of the stage.

“We’re all bright now,

What a sight now,

Coming out like we’re fireworks,

Marching on proud,

Turn it up loud,

‘Cause now we know what we’re worth,”

Luke settled back behind his spot and smirked, his hair falling in his eyes as he shook his head to the beat. You kept your eyes on him as he played, and Luke winked at you in response. Even though you hadn’t done it in forever, your on-stage flirting game was like muscle memory.

Before you knew it, the bridge came and Luke abandoned his microphone to share yours. You took it off the stand and leaned towards him. Behind you, Julie dropped out and your and Luke’s voices filled the venue.

“I got a spark in me,” You sang and Luke echoed your words.

“And you’re a part of me,

A part of me,

Now till eternity,

Been so long and now we’re finally free!”

Just like every other time you sang with Luke, the air disappeared from your lungs and someone hit the pause button on the world. Luke’s eyes never left yours and your skin tingled under his intense stare. You lightly shoved his chest and winked back at him as he went back to his microphone.

The bright lights flashed as Julie’s high note rang out and the song ended. The crowd instantly erupted in cheers and almost everyone gave a standing ovation as you bowed and phased away, making another wave of gasps and cheers run through the crowd.

You landed next to the coffee bar on the far side of the room and instantly saw Teddy, who was leaning on the edge of the counter with a smirk on his face.

“What, you’re stalking me now?” You joked.

“It was a complete coincidence, Gorgeous.” Teddy came closer and nudged your shoulder. “But a great one. Why didn’t you tell me that you could sing like that?”

“Like you’d believe me If I did.” You said as you laughed, still a little breathless from the performance. You could feel your friend's eyes on your back and you turned around. Alex and Reggie were standing there awkwardly while Luke crossed his arms.

“Ah, the famous bandmates.” Teddy smirked. “You guys were great.”

“Thanks.” Luke smiled stiffly at him before turning to you and gesturing over where Julie was talking to her dad. “Sorry to interrupt, but (Y/n), we should really go check on Julie.”

You tried to ignore the way that he was already wanting to get back to Julie made your heart sink into your shoes but you nodded and turned back to Teddy with an apologetic smile. “Bye, Teddy.”

You turned to leave but Teddy’s hand came up to grip your wrist. “Hey, uh, come to the diner tomorrow. There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Something bad?” You asked and Teddy sighed.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. I promise.”

“Okay.” Despite the pit of worry in your stomach, for some reason, you trusted Teddy. “See you then.”

After you watched as Julie got steered out the doors by her dad, you phased into her room and waited for them to get back.

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Sure, it was all of your idea to sneak her out, but you definitely encouraged her and now she was in trouble. As you waited, you looked around her room, admiring all the pictures and colors.

There were little paper butterflies hanging from the ceiling and you went to touch one, but then the door swung open and Julie came in.

She yelped but relaxed as soon as she realized it was you.

“I’m sorry.” You said. “I didn’t mean to scare you, or get you in trouble tonight.”

Julie shook her head. “Hey, it was my choice to sneak out. Besides, I’m not in trouble. I mean, I have to focus more on school and stuff but I’m staying in the band.”

“Thank god. I definitely couldn’t go back to a band of all boys.” You joked and Julie laughed before wiggling her eyebrows.

“Speaking of boys, don’t you have one to go give a birthday present to?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay first.” You said.

“Thank you, (Y/n). But I’m good.” Julie smiled warmly. “Now go get your boy.”

“He’s not my boy.” You protested but Julie just rolled her eyes and threw a pillow through your torso. “Hey!”

Julie laughed as she picked up another pillow. “Get out of here or else I’ll do it again.”

“Okay, okay!” You giggled as you poofed away.

You landed in the middle of the studio and frowned when you realized that it was empty. You assumed that Alex was probably out looking for Willie and Reggie was probably with Ray or Carlos, but Luke was usually hanging around the studio this late.

“Hey.” A voice called out from behind you and you whipped around to find Luke leaning against the railing of the loft.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. “You okay?”

Luke nodded and gestured to the empty air next to him, and with a flash, you poofed to his side. You could tell that he was still thinking about his parents from the way that his eyes lingered on the studio doors and the guilt you felt earlier returned in full-force. You wanted to say something, do something to make him smile.

“I got you something.” You said, trying to put on a bright smile as you crossed the loft and pulled the box from its hiding spot. “You probably don’t even remember this thing, but we did say we were gonna open it when we turned eighteen.”

Luke knitted his eyebrows in confusion but a look of realization flashed across his face when you handed it to him. Just like you were hoping for, he instantly brightened as he read the carvings on the top of the lid.

“Oh my god...” He said. “I can’t believe you dug this up.”

For some reason, you didn’t want to tell him that you really dug it up twenty five years ago back when you stopped being friends. It seemed almost too sentimental, and after finally getting Luke back, you didn’t want to scare him away again.

“All it took was an hour, and technically some property damage if you count my mom’s rose bushes.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Luke threw his head back as he laughed. “Oof, be thankful that you’re already dead or else she would’ve killed you.”

You snorted as you gestured from him to open the box. He carefully pulled the lid off and slid a little closer to you so you could both see inside. There were some random drawings and toys, but what caught your eye was a box of crayons in the corner.

“Wait,” You gasped as you picked them up. “Are these the crayons?”

“The ones that you stole from me on the first day of second grade?” Luke said, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from laughing. “Yeah.”

“Excuse you, they were mine to begin with.” You reminded him with a raised eyebrow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Luke smirked.

You cleared your throat as you stepped away from the railing and faced Luke.

“Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for not listening to you about Bobby. I just got so caught in up in memories of how we all used to be and stuff that-”

“(Y/n), hey,” Luke chuckled lightly as he reached over and grabbed your hand, the gesture immediately stopping your ranting. “Don’t be sorry. You were right. I mean, I’ll always be bummed that our old music is gone, but a friend helped me realize that we should focus on the future.”

He gently squeezed your hand and you laughed. “This friend of yours sounds pretty smart.”

Luke hummed. “The smartest.”

You could feel his calloused fingers on the back of your hand and it felt so familiar and warm. For once, the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” Luke said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath before responding with a soft smile. “Happy birthday, Lu.”

September 1994

“Sweetie, your shift is over.”

Cece said with a raised eyebrow as she watched you pour creamer and sugar packets into cups of coffee.

“I know and I know that I shouldn’t be behind the counter when I’m not working.” You smiled up at her before placing the coffee pot into its holder, practically shaking with excitement. “But I have band news and the boys will be here any second.”

You put lids on the drinks and set them on the counter just as the bell on the door chimed and Alex and Luke strolled in, followed by Bobby and Reggie.

“Okay, what was so important that you had to wake me up and drag me down here?” Alex complained as soon as he saw you.

“It’s barely ten, Al. When did you turn eighty?” You teased as you handed him a paper cup of cocoa. Alex just grumbled at you under his breath as they all sat down in front of you. “I’m sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep, but this couldn’t wait.”

“We’re listening.” Reggie said as he grabbed his coffee.

“Okay, so you remember that guy who saw us play at the beach a little while ago?” You asked and they all nodded. “Well, I called him and it turns out that he owns a club downtown.”

“Wait.” Luke perked up and Bobby leaned forward in his chair. “A club club?”

You nodded. “And he wants us to play there every weekend next month.”

Alex choked on his cocoa. “The whole month?!”

You nodded again and there was a minute of stunned silence as they all exchanged looks. You smirked as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Oh, and also, he knows the owner of the Orpheum. Apparently they used to go to college together or something. And he said that if we impress him next month, that he could maybe pull a few strings.”

There was another moment of silence before Bobby turned to you with a serious look on his face. “(Y/n), I could kiss you right now.”

“Gross.” You scrunched your nose and the rest of the boys laughed.

Luke, who had been bouncing in his seat a minute ago, suddenly looked serious as he jumped up and grabbed Bobby’s shoulder. “C’mon, Casanova. I’m starving.”

Bobby rolled his eyes but followed Luke over to the counter and started scanning the menu. Reggie whistled quietly, making you frown in confusion.

“What?” You asked.

“I think Lukey boy is a little jealous.” Reggie said and Alex hummed in agreement.

“What?” You asked. “He’s definitely not. But even if he was, it’s just Bobby. There’s nothing to be jealous about.”

“That doesn’t matter when you’re in love.” Reggie sang and you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna give you three seconds, Reginald.” You warned and Reggie scoffed, but then got wide-eyed when you started counting.

“Uh-oh.” Alex snickered and Reggie scrambled to get up from his chair and run across the diner just as you got to three. You caught up with him in seconds and jumped on his back, making him sigh in defeat.

But before you could brag about winning, Reggie suddenly bolted towards Luke and Bobby with you still on his back. The action caused a surprised laugh to bubble out of you making Bobby look at the two of you in confusion.

“What did Reggie do now?” He asked.

“All I said was that (Y/n)’s in lo-” Reggie started but you quickly slapped your hand over his mouth.

“Nothing!” You said quickly.

Once everyone got their food, you all sat down and started scribbling ideas for the setlists. You could hardly focus with all the excitement coursing through your veins. Ever since the day you formed Sunset Curve, you dreamed of playing at the Orpheum with your best friends and you were finally almost there.

You looked across the table and smiled at Luke, knowing that he was thinking the same exact thing from the way he was beaming back at you. You just had to impress one club owner, and you could live out your dreams.

Together.

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ladyblogger-margie · 4 years ago

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Sticky Celebration

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Will helps you celebrate in a special way.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY (general smut, PinV sex, unprotected sex, food play, oral F!recieveing, cum play) Reader gets a hickey.

Word Count: 1917

Prompt: Unwrapping

a/n: This got away from me. It also has barely anything to do with the prompt.

MY MASTERLIST

The weather was colder today than it has been the last week and the clouds were threatening rain all day but hadn’t followed through yet

You were curled up on the couch, nursing a glass of your favourite wine. This wine you only indulged on for special occasions was more expensive than a weeknight bottle, and the rarity of your treat made it all the more delicious.

The special occasion today was your birthday. Though the recent pandemic had kept you from being able to have the blow out party you’d been planning, it still ended up being a pretty nice day anyway. That was all thanks to Will Miller.

Your boyfriend Will had moved in with you not long after the pandemic started in the first place. You two hadn't been dating that long then, but the big step had felt just right when the rest of the world felt so wrong.

In the kitchen Will was doing the last of the dinner dishes. He wasn’t the greatest cook in the world and his range was limited, but he did a few things really really well. He also had a special talent for your favourite meal.

You’d asked him the first time he made it how’d he’d known the subtle tricks of the dish so well. He informed you that he had called your mom and asked her to share with him the secret. Not only that, but he’d gone to visit her to practice a few times.

Your mom told you later that that day was the one she knew that he was going to be your person for life. Knowing the story only made the food all the better.

You heard the water shut off in the kitchen, but Will didn’t reappear right away. When he eventually did, he brought with him a simple birthday cake with a few candles on top. He sang happy birthday to you, his voice like sweet honey whiskey. He set the cake down in front of you.

“Make a wish, sweetheart,” he instructed.

“But I have everything I could have ever hoped for already,” you said, and you meant it as you held his hand.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he winked at you.

You blew out your candles and he clapped his hands a few times before he took them off the top of your cake.

Then you couldn’t help yourself and you launched yourself on him, pushing him back on the couch. You gripped his head in your hands firmly and locked him in a place where you could kiss him firmly, and nip at his lower lip.

You seemed to catch him off guard and it took him a moment to respond to you. But when he did, you got exactly what you wanted from him. He gripped your hips tightly and pulled you close to him. He opened his mouth against yours and pushed your lips open to press his tongue against yours.

His hands snuck up your back and unclasped your bra. Then he broke his kiss with you just long enough to pull your bra and shirt off in one piece over the top of your head. Then his lips were fastly back on you, biting at your collarbone.

Will was normally so sweet, so gentle, but there was something about his energy tonight that was more urgent, more primal. You loved it.

You tugged on his short hair roughly, your kiss against his forehead sloppy and wet as he worked a hickey onto the exposed flesh of your neck. He pulled off you, a string of saliva connecting hips lips to you and you felt the wetness between your legs growing. You watched him, hungry, and his look mirrored yours.

You pulled his shirt off over his head and ran your fingers quickly over his muscular chest. Normally you’d take your time admiring him, but the pace was quicker tonight than usual. He was kissing you again, your hands finding the graphic scar on his abdomen. You remembered the story of how he got it and it only made you more desperate to fill him inside you, to prove the very fact he was alive and well.

In a quick, surprising movement, he flipped you over to your seat on the couch before he dropped to his knees between your legs. He propped himself up to trail his lips down your chest, scratching your exposed breasts with his well-trimmed beard.

You dropped your head back as he took your nipple in his mouth. He had one hand on your back, leveraging you to arch your back to his lips, and the other gripped tightly to your hip. When he bit the underside of your breast, you gasped and knew it would leave a mark - one you’d investigate later and fully appreciate.

“Careful of the cake,” you warned him as he shifted on his knees, dangerously close to the cake on the small table there.

He paused, then licked his lips.

“Did you want some cake, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone suggestive.

“Only if you feed it to me,” you replied with a wink.

He reached out to the cake and scooped a generous amount of icing to the tip of his finger and pushed it into your mouth. The action was sloppy and he dropped some icing onto your stomach on the way. He took care of that though, licking it up with his eager tongue as you sucked on his finger that was in your mouth.

He wasn’t finished though. He reached over again and this time grabbed a small handful of cake and smeared it across your breasts, the crumbs and icing sticking to your heaving chest. You squirmed under him as he ate the cake off your naked body, getting icing and cake stuck chaotically in his beard.

When he licked you mostly clean, but leaving you definitely sticky, you pushed him off you and onto his back on the floor. He watched as you stripped off your pants and underwear quickly and tossed them back on the couch.

Then you lowered yourself over him and straddled his waist. You smashed some cake against his chest and licked it back off him with hungry enthusiasm. You felt his hips buck slightly under you and felt his erection firm against you through the constraints of his jeans.

When he was as messy and sticky as you, you pulled off his pants and briefs and tossed them to the side. You paused for just a moment to appreciate just how hot Will Miller really was. He was flat on his back, his breathing elevating, and he was covered in cake, but he’d never looked sexier.

Then you didn’t wait any longer to wrap your hand around his long, thick cock and pump him in your hand. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply under your touch, reaching out to hold you in his hands.

You reached up and grabbed another handful of cake, this time pushing it into his mouth. He sucked hard on the three fingers you shoved in his mouth. He grunted as you pumped him fast and hard.

Then he flipped you to your back and traced down your naked body with his sticky lips leaving a messy trail.

He landed on your dripping cunt and devoured you enthusiastically. His hands were roaming your body frantically, grabbing, scratching, pulling on your legs, ass, and hips wildly.

You writhed under his mouth, moaning his name as he sucks on your clit. You feel the heat rising in your core as you rock against his face. You squeezed your eyes shut as your breath hitched in your chest.

It wasn’t long until you cum on his face, soaking his already messy beard in your slick. He doesn’t let up though. He pushes through your oversensitivity and mindless babbling, not giving you any recovery time. He tongue fucks you, and doesn’t give you any peace, just mind blowing ecstasy.

When you cum for the second time, your vision goes black as you squeeze his head with your thighs. You reach up and grab another handful of cake as Will kisses back up your body. You feed him the cake from your hand and you shove it roughly against his mouth.

He licks your hand, mixing icing, and saliva with your slick and leaving it on your skin. You pull his face to yours and kiss him, eating the smushed cake from his beard. The taste was a mix of vanilla and your own cum and it sent tingles through your body.

Will lined himself up between your legs and looked deeply into your eyes. He was a filthy sight and you wanted more.

“Fuck me, Will Miller,” you begged him, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him close to you.

He kissed you softly, more softly than he’s been thus far as he slowly pressed himself into you. He was so thick and so long it took your breath away to take him inside you so fully. But you loved that. You loved how full he made you feel, how connected it made you feel to not only his body but to all of him.

Will’s pace started slow, but when you bit his shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks, he picked up his power. He thrust into you so fully, it knocked a groan out of your lips that forced a smirk on his face. You knew he loved your little noises, but he loved the fact that he was the cause of them even more.

He fucked you so hard, so thoroughly, your tits bounce wildly and you felt your entire body tremble beneath him. He pinched your chin between his thumb and finger and forced you to watch him as he came deep inside you.

Then he kissed you, brushing your cheek with his thumb. When you felt him grow softer inside you, he pulled out and scurried down your body to watch his cum leak out of you. He pushed his fingers inside you, playing with his own cum, mixing it with your own juices.

You lay on your back, sticky and satisfied as you come down from your high and Will watched your pussy pulse and push his cum out of you. You knew you two made a huge mess, but you couldn’t find a single reason to care or worry about that now.

When Will was satisfied with what he saw, he kissed your inner thigh. He looked up at you, his eyes dreamy and expression soft.

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart,” he said, “Thanks for letting me unwrap a present on your birthday.”

You cocked your head, “I didn’t get you a present.”

“You’re my present,” he said, totally serious. So serious you didn’t even laugh at how cheesy it was.

You stroke his face in your hand as you say, “I love you.”

Then he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and helps you step in under the hot water. You brace yourself against him as he scrubs you both clean.

After he towel dries you, he wraps you in a robe.

“Can we have cake again tomorrow?” you ask with a smirk.

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he replied.

Then he took you in his arms and kissed you deeply. You smiled as you faintly tasted vanilla on his lips.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Not Losing You (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is pulled over on the side of the road when a man suddenly appears and proceeds to collapse in front of her. Little does she know, that may be a good thing for them both...

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Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, life-threatening illness, implied past sexual harassment

A/N: Please read the warnings and be aware that there’s a lot of morbid talk in this one...

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“Hey, you alright?” you heard. Your car was pulled over on the side of the road and you were staring off into the distance so the voice had more than startled you. After a slight flinch, you looked over your shoulder, a man in a pair of grease covered jeans and light gray t shirt standing there. Another car was parked behind yours and you figured he was trying to be a good samaritan, probably assuming you had car trouble.

“Waiting for triple A,” you said quietly, forcing a smile. You looked back at his car and nodded. “I’m okay.”

“Not to be nosy but you don’t look okay,” he said. He nodded towards your face and your eyes, probably a bit puffy still if you had to guess. You glanced away and back at the ground. “Miss?”

“I appreciate you want to help but I’m fine, alright?” you said.

“Well, that’s not true but maybe we can deal with your problem after mine,” he said. You frowned and spun back around, noticing for the first time he looked ill. “I uh, I really ain’t feeling so hot and I don’t think I can drive my car again without passing out so would you do me a favor and call me an ambulance?”

“Are you…” you said as the man leaned against your car and proceeded to fall over onto the pavement out cold. “Okay. Definitely not alright.”

“Miss, we’re all set now. I can drive you back to your car if you’re ready,” said the cop you’d talked to in the hospital waiting room an hour later.

“Yeah. Thanks. Is that guy gonna be okay?” you asked as you headed out with him.

“I’m not sure. I’m sure he’s glad you called an ambulance though,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said, looking back over your shoulder. “I’m sure he is.”

You were gone for four hours before you found yourself back at the hospital, heading to Dean Winchester’s room with a tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies.

“Hey,” you said, knocking on the door, Dean looking away from the TV with a smile. He looked better than the last time you’d seen him strapped to a stretcher.

“Hey! If it isn’t…” he said.

“Y/N,” you said, walking in and setting the tub down on the small table at the end of bed.

“Dean but I’m guessing you already know that,” he said. “Cookies too? I think you got this backwards. You saved my ass, I make you the cookies.”

“It’s no big deal. You seemed like you were having a bad day,” you said.

“You too,” he said. “Your car didn’t really have any trouble, did it.”

“No. It was just a rough moment but then you came along and put it into perspective,” you said.

“Yeah. My body is shot to shit. It’s not anything I didn’t know before. It’s just starting to wear down more than I’d like. But I promised we’d take care of your problem too didn’t I before I passed out in front of you,” he said, nodding towards the empty chair.

“Oh, that’s…” you said, the man smiling at you and you couldn’t not take a seat. “I mean, it’s nothing compared to whatever you got going on.”

“Apples and oranges. Come on. Vent away. You earned it,” he said.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Well I moved here by myself about six months ago. I don’t know anyone here. I got fired after I bitched out my boss and I just feel like I keep fucking up life. I’m so alone and I’m so tired of it,” you said, the man watching you as he ate a cookie. “Sorry. I know how pathetic that sounds. I shouldn’t be bothering you.”

“Y/N. Look at me,” said Dean, pointing down at himself. “You ain’t pathetic. It sounds like you’re having a rough go of it lately is all.”

“Not as rough as some,” you said.

“Don’t compare your pain to somebody else’s. My first nurse taught me that,” he said.

“You been sick awhile?” you asked.

“Since I was about twenty three, going on six years now. I got bad bone marrow. No matches. I’m kinda getting used to the fact that my last birthday was probably my last one,” he said.

“And yet you ask about my crappy day,” you said.

“Of course. You know, being kinda close to death is nice. See, normal Dean, he’d be too cocky for his own good, flirt with you, do the whole one of us is shy but secretly likes it thing. Now...now I can say with absolute certainty that if you are that gorgeous when you’re upset, you’re gonna damn near kill me when I see you smile,” he said.

“Oh my God,” you said with a laugh, Dean putting a hand on his heart. “You are something else.”

“Yeah but I can get away with that shit cause I’m all vulnerable,” he said, flashing you a wink.

“Well you put a smile on my face today,” you said as you stood up.

“Still too cocky for my own good,” he said. “Maybe next time, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah. For sure,” you laughed.

“That’s a cute sound. Keep doing more of that,” he said.

“To think ordinarily I’d think you’re way too good looking for me,” you said. “I don’t even remember the last time I flirted with a guy.”

“Things must be looking up for me,” he smiled.

“I hope you find a match, Dean,” you said.

“Me too. Oh and Y/N,” he said as you walked towards the end of the bed. “Promise me something. Go flirt with the guy you think is too good looking for you. One of us should end up with a hottie and it looks like you’re gonna have to pick up my slack.”

“I promise, Dean.”

You waved as you left, heading past the nurses station outside when you stilled and went back.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“Actually, yeah, you can.”

“Hey,” said Dean a few days later, walking down the hospital hallway in a pair of pajama pants and tee shirt. He looked you up and down and frowned. “Y/N. Don’t tell me you got something going on, sweetheart.”

“Just a routine test, Dean,” you said, giving him a smile as he took a seat on a bench in the hall. “You doing okay?”

“Never better,” he said. “I saw it was raining pretty good outside today.”

“Yeah. I don’t mind it. You been here since Monday?” you asked, Dean nodding. “When do you think you can go home?”

“Maybe this afternoon. Mostly I need a ride,” he said. “My car privileges have been temporarily revoked after the whole almost passing out while driving thing.”

“I can give you a ride,” you said. He smiled but shook his head. “Come on. You can teach me how to flirt better so I can land that hottie.”

“Alright,” he laughed as he stood up. “Swing by my room after your test is done.”

“Sure thing,” you said.

“Hey, Y/N. Thanks,” he said.

“For what?”

“For treating me like I’m some normal guy and not someone with an expiration date,” he said.

“Expiration date? What are you, milk?”

You swore you’d never seen a human being burst out into laughter harder. He put a hand over his mouth and started to giggle, shaking his head as a nurse went past. You started to laugh, the sound of him too sweet not to. A nurse shushed the two of you from down the hall which only made him giggle more.

“That is the most ridiculous…” he laughed, trying to get a hold of himself. “Oh, I haven’t laughed that hard in forever. You’re such a dork and I love it.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Dean,” you said, Dean winking at you again. “Alright, Casanova. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

“Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

“Your apartment is...cute,” you said, standing in the entrance when Dean chuckled.

“It’s a pigsty. I haven’t cleaned in forever. Totally how you want to impress the hot chick,” he said, walking back towards the kitchen. “You want a drink?”

“Water’s fine,” you said, watching him disappear a moment before he returned to the living area with two bottles. He took a seat and you joined him on the couch.

“Thanks for the ride. I appreciate it,” he said.

“I don’t have a job anymore so I have plenty of free time,” you said, Dean letting out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, speaking of which, I never got the rundown on what happened,�� he said. “You said you were fired.”

“Well...I sort of slapped my boss in the face...after hitting him in the nuts,” you said.

“You’re awesome,” he said. “Oh, tell me how bad he deserved it.”

“Like sexual harassment bad,” you said.

“You should sue,” said Dean.

“I did hit him.”

“Self-defense. If I were you, I’d sue,” he said.

“Maybe. I have to find a job in the meantime,” you said.

“The hospital is always hiring,” he said. “I have no idea what you do for a living but I hear they pay well.”

“You just want an excuse to come see me,” you said.

“Duh,” he smirked.

“I’ll look into it, lover boy,” you teased.

“Hey, Y/N. I know we’re basically strangers and all that are simply incredibly attracted to one another and have this brewing sexual tension but…” he said, a stupid smile forming on your face. “Oh, don’t deny it.”

“Yes, Dean?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I gotta ask, for my own sake. Did you drive me home and bring me cookies cause you feel sorry for me?” he asked.

“No,” you said, turning away slightly.

“Well don’t keep me in suspense,” he said. You shrugged and felt him bump your arm.

“You, with all of your own shit to deal with, asked me if I was okay. You seemed just as concerned that I was okay and...people don’t really do that,” you said.

“Yeah. I get that,” he said quietly. “You get sick with something like this and eventually people stop asking if you’re okay too. It’s like people stop looking at you like you’re a person. I’m not even that bad yet. I don’t want to know how lonely it gets when it does.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I used to have a lot of friends. A lot. Now it’s a handful. People want to separate themselves before it gets to a certain point. I don’t blame them. It’s hard is all,” he said.

“That’s stupid. People suck,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll be your friend.”

“Friend? Oh, we’re going all the way, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle.

“You’re such a loser,” you said as you stood up.

“Well that’s nothing new,” he said. “You heading out?”

“Do you want me to head out?” you asked.

“What do you think?” he smirked.

“I’ll swing by around six with some pizza,” you said, Dean nodding. “You are allowed to eat that, right?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll see you soon then, Y/N.”

“Ah, mechanic. Okay. Now I get why you were half covered in grease on the side of the road,” you said that night. Dean hummed around a slice of pizza, looking relaxed and a whole lot better at home in his sweats.

“I got a deal going with the shop owners. I come in only on days I’m feeling up it,” said Dean.

“You seem like you’re doing better today,” you said.

“Yeah. Monday was rough but I felt better after that. I get tired kinda fast sometimes is all,” he said.

“And pass out,” you said.

“Needed a transfusion. I always feel better after those,” he said.

“Does it hurt? A transfusion,” you asked, popping a piece of crust in your mouth.

“Nah. Spinal tap? Now that fucker hurts,” he said. “Basically they shove a needle into your back and expect you to stay perfectly still.”

“Not to sound stupid but I’m not up on my bone marrow diseases so how do you exactly get bad bone marrow?” you asked.

“There’s a few ways. Cancer is common, which I don’t like that word but that’s the kind I have. Chemo makes me feel pretty bad so I stopped. No point right now. I got no donor, and apparently I’m special or some shit so it makes it rarer for me to find a match to start with, so I’m sorta screwed,” he said.

“If you got one, a donor, does it go away?” you asked.

“If I take to the transplant and manage not to get sick the first few weeks, my odds go up. If I make it to a year after that, my odds are really good,” he said. “It’s entirely possible I’d be fine for the rest of my life. But it’s not exactly healthy to focus on it happening considering my odds.”

“Well, don’t give up for me. Who knows, you might get a date out of it,” you said.

“A date huh,” he smiled. “That sounds nice but real talk, we ought to stick this to strictly friendship if you get what I’m saying.”

“Oh,” you said.

“I mean, I would love to but I’m not gonna do that to you,” he said.

“Do what to me?”

“Date you just so I can go ahead and keel over,” he said.

“Dean. That’s not fair,” you said.

“You don’t want to date me. Go date that hottie, remember?” he teased.

“Maybe I will,” you said, leaning over, Dean looking all kinds of shy suddenly. “What?”

“You’re really...pretty,” he said quietly.

“Thank you,” you said, shifting back to your seat with heat in your cheeks. You glanced away and felt his hand on your cheek.

“Last chance,” he said.

“Last chance?” you asked.

“To cut this off at friends,” he said.

“I thought you-“

“Hey, if I’m fucked, I’m going out with a girlfriend like you,” he said. “Obviously you’re free to change your mind anytime. This isn’t-“

You moved your head and he went with you, pressing his lips to yours.

“This isn’t...typical...wow, I am so happy I decided to fall on my face in front of you,” he said.

“Thanks for asking if I was okay,” you said.

“Anytime,” he said, shifting back into his spot.

“Um,” you said. “Can I...sit closer?”

“I won’t break,” he said, raising his arm for you to sit against his side.

“I’m totally doing this because I’m closer to the pizza now. Don’t let this go to your head or anything,” you said.

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that now.”

“Hey,” said Dean the next day at the hospital. He looked like he was picking up a prescription as you were cutting through the lobby. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah. Just going through my test results with my doctor,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and you looked past him. “Lady doctor stuff.”

“Oh. Well, you have fun with that and if you’re up for it, meet me at 7 at The York,” he said.

“The York? Isn’t that like a super fancy restaurant?” you asked.

“Better wear a cute dress then,” he winked as he went past. “I’ll text you later.”

“It’s too fancy for a first date, Dean!” you said.

“Trust me. I got this. You’re gonna love it,” he said, waving before he headed out. You shook your head and went to the elevators, riding one up to the fourth floor. You had to wait about fifteen minutes before you went in, leg bouncing the whole time.

“Y/N? Dr. Ross will see you now,” said an admin.

“Thanks,” you said, following her into an office and finding Dr. Ross standing by the window enjoying a cup of coffee.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you,” he said, holding out a hand.

“You too,” you said as he waved for you to take a seat. “Nice office.”

“A little stuffy for my tastes. I prefer to be working out on the floor. I know you only had your testing done yesterday but I wanted to bring you in so we could talk.”

“Is everything okay?” you asked with a swallow.

“Oh, yes. Perfectly fine and healthy. Please don’t worry about that. Normally you wouldn’t get a call from us unless something was wrong but this situation is a little unique,” he said.

“Unique how…” you asked, Dr. Ross leaning against his desk.

“Well, you have a very specific marker. Not many people have it. It makes you a little rarer than the average person,” he said. “Still all perfectly healthy.”

“What’s the situation?” you asked.

“I have a patient you match with. If you’re willing, I’d like to get you two paired up so maybe a month from now, he can get treatment,” he said.

“You found a match already?” you asked.

“Yes. He’s local. Most potential marrow donors don’t have this marker which is why I wanted to meet in person to discuss. The odds of someone else showing up on the donor list in a time while he’s still healthy enough to go through with the transplant process are astronomical. You don’t have to agree today but please consider it,” he said.

“Your patient is Dean Winchester, isn’t it,” you said.

“How would you know that?”

“I signed up to be on the list because of him. I didn’t think I’d...match him,” you said, looking up at Dr. Ross. “I like just started dating him.”

“Oh. Well the situation continues to get more unique,” he said. “It’s no issue, perhaps a personal one but that’s for you to decide.”

“I’ll do it,” you said. “I might not have insurance but I don’t care. I’m doing it.”

“Let’s worry about insurance later. Your end of it will be minimal and there’s plenty of special things we can do to make sure you don’t pay a thing. If you want to do this, really do this, I’ll get him back in chemo Monday morning,” he said. “I’m not putting him through such an aggressive treatment for nothing though.”

“I’m doing this. Trust me.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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alitheamateur · 6 years ago

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The Grind-Chapter 21

Warnings: Angst. Language. Mentions of actions related to a sexual nature.

A/N: Since I punished you all with that painfully short chapter yesterday, I felt it only right not to make you wait for this load of story. Buckle down kids, this is a lengthy bit!

The tense way our bodies snuggled to each other as we traveled now down a quieter four lane highway, was an immensely warm consummation I had grown addictively accustom to. Occasionally, he’d drop one hand from steering the bike to pet over my arms clutched to his waist, stroking a thumb to the skin he found there. I smiled in secret at the chills that arose at his feverish, yet boyish touch, knowing he was smiling himself at the reaction his contact triggered. The greenery and much clearer air, free of the industrial, city smog, painted a storybook picturesque view of rural Pittsburgh. Where in the blazes could he be dragging me? Not saying the lushness of the apparent countryside didn’t lull me into a satisfactory coma of contentment at the slight similarities I found of Westfield.

I saw his wrist twitch letting off the accelerator, and our speed decreased turning near a lot with a simple painted sign reading “Duquesne Inlcine.” The location seemed maybe vaguely familiar, like I’d heard it mentioned in a passing conversation sometime or another, but I couldn’t say I was properly acquainted. The vast variety of parking was well, strangely a ghost town. The weather was sheer sunshine perfection, it was the weekend, so where were all the people? He pulled off his helmet, revealing the heat of the sun that had been trapped around his head causing his locks to appear spritzed with sweat, and a whimper of surprise at his exterior escaped me. Was I ever going to grow suitably acclimated with just how gloriously handsome he was in entirety? Judging by the current timeline of events, he would only grow more attractive with age, and I would become even more vulnerable to his refined features. Time was on his side, and only a mere year or so had passed since I’d seen him up close. Only now, that particular day, his eyes weren’t nearly as bright with blue, and their usual glint absent when I looked deeper. Was he... nervous?

“Bet no one has drug you up here since you moved?” He shook my ears to attention.

“You’ve got me there. Where, where are we exacty?” I returned his question with one of my own, pulling off the helmet. Silently praying my hair wasn’t as out of place as the ones his head. Messy, tangled bedhead wasn’t a look that suited me as it did him. Why are you staring, Liv. You’ve seen the man naked and you’re shook up by some disheveled hair? Get laid, you pathetic hag.

“Ya’ gonna love it, Livvy,” his accent making me smile serenely. It appeared to thicken under three particular emotions: excitement, anger, and.. arousal. Three emotions that the brash drawl worked with ever so dangerously perfect.

“Colt, hey, uhm, where is everyone though? Like where is anybody actually?” He only let go of my hand to graciously hold a door open before returning the smile to a young man behind a counter in the lobby. He was younger than Colton and myself, only by a few years, and had a build similar, however much less intimidating to my date for the day.

“Allen, how are ya, you little shit?” Colton’s hand was settled around my waist squeezing lightly over my hip as he addressed the kind leer of this Allan character standing at a register. They shook hands briefly, and I felt oddly like an intruding bystander gawking about while the two men exchanged hellos.

“I’m not doing too bad, Ritter. Not as good as you clearly, beating all those asses in the cage these days.” He complimented in a congratulatory, yet envious voice.

“Don’t even start, bro. You been doin’ damn good for yourself, I ain’t blind.” Colt argued. “Hey, this is Liv, by the way, Al,” he winked at me with is introduction.

“Very nice to meet you, Allen. Clearly you guys know each other?” I giggled gesturing a handshake over the counter to his accepting palm, still utterly clueless to what we were indeed doing here.

“Yeah, babe. Allen’s a fighter too, I busted him a couple times when we were first starting out.” I saw him side eye towards his friend gauging a reaction to his snide comments. “His his family runs the place here, so I called in a favor with an old friend to bring ya’ here.”

“Smug bigshot here rented the place out for you, Liv. What the hell do ya’ have on ‘em?” Allen burst out quickly, then lost his smile once realizing that little detail may have been intended to remain a secret.

I lifted a hand to tug at Colton, my eyes yielding a flood of gratitude, confusion, flattery, reserve at how much this ordeal had to have cost him, and scolding him for going to such unnecessary, yet deeply appreciated lengths.

“Let’s go, babe. C’mon I wanna show you what were doin.” His own hand outreached to touch my reddening cheek with his battered knuckles.

I followed to a windowpane, gazing out to discover a machine resembling some sort of cable car, tucked carefully into the tree sprinkled hillside. Then, farther left, trailing down the funicular built to carry the car, the wide spans of what seemed to be the entire south side of Pittsburgh was nestled comfortably inside the bosom of the Ohio River. My cheerful face began to hurt from the extended upturning of my expression. Hot rays of the sun were gleaming reflections off the rippling water, whose color closely resembled the one in the eyes I felt staring at me from the back.

“OK, it’s ridiculously beautiful up here, Colton. God!”

“You like it, do ya’? Just wait till you see it all from the trolley. Dad used to bring me here every year for the 4th of July so we could see all the fireworks around the city.” He nodded to his right, indicating we take our places so he could show me the view he so apparently loves of his city.

The motor operated car doors slid open in unison reveling a wicker basket placed alone in the center of the empty box lined with seats. The lid of the picnic basket closed, displaying a ribbon tied bundle of pink peonies, of course. This batch however more conservative than the hefty dozens from my birthday. He thankfully read my mind, carefully stepping up behind to take me into his warm embrace, resting his prominent chin on the shoulder next to my ear.

“Whaddya think, Livvy?” His hot question shivered down my neck. Literally hot, his own breaths nearly incinerated my eardrum like some sort of well-trained dragon. The pattering of his pumping heart in the middle of my back was like the unsung lullaby I never knew I needed. I almost internally feel the cadence of my own heart catch up to sync with Colton’s.

Kiss him. Now. RIGHT NOW. Who needs pride anyway?

I loved and feared all the same the effect he had on me always. A new emotion enraptured me every time he was near, each more overwhelming than the last, and I felt him willing me to lose control. But, the pangs of heartbreak seized a friendly reminder when I felt I’d give in to those wet, desirable lips, and I held off. For now.

“You did.. ok, I guess,” I shrugged fighting to remain stern, stifling a smile behind cherry flavored lips.

“Damn, tough crowd. Ya’ little critic.” The man huffed out with an exaggerated roll of his smiling eyes. “Well, it worked for all those other girls I brought up here….”

Counter, Colton Ritter. Two could play those games, seemingly.

I threw a rear jab with my elbow to his still closely pressed abdomen, choking a goofy giggle of pain, and pleasure. He loves any fiery reaction he suck out of me.

“Easy there, slugger. I’m kiddin’. You know that!” He defended lowly. “Besides, you know there’s only one particular green-eyed girl I have eyes for.”

My God. Usually, that sickeningly, derivative come on would’ve sent me gagging a mile in the opposite direction, running for the hills around me. But, things I normally viewed as stupid, and cheesy, and even.. unintelligent coming from most, made me feel so utterly warm with affection coming from him. I think it’s because I know when they come from his particular mouth, they’re genuine. He doesn’t have a plethora of douchebag pick-up lines tucked away in the rolodex of his mind. He’s never needed it. Girls crumbled at his very feet, which was much, MUCH to my dismay. I can’t recall how many times precisely that I worked myself into a jealous frenzy over some harlot trouncing her perky bust brazenly under his nose, grasping for one lingering look from him.

“So, what’s for lunch then? My breakfast is wearing off.” I inquired as I slowly walked around the empty car, mentally tucking away snapshots of this utterly astounding view resembling something from a post card.

We ate quietly seated next to each other towards the front of the car, the Pittsburgh skyline painting a backdrop of pure beauty. Colton had kept it simple with his picnic basket, stuffing it with fresh fruits, some light sandwiches, and much to my satisfaction, a stockpile of my favorite truffles from the bakery neighboring The Grind. He had the memory of an elephant.

When he had pulled out the stashed box of dark chocolates from the bottom of the basket, he giggled with a shaken head at the child-like gasps and eager hand claps from me, instantly recognizing the golden, polka dot box. I still wanted to kiss him. Deeply, kiss him. The desire to do so hadn’t subsided a single inkling since his arrival to retrieve me. Matter of fact, it probably tripled. And the unintentional, habitual way he always licked that perfect pink lower lip of his after pulling it between his top row of teeth was only persecuting me all the more. I want to bite that lip. Let me! let me do it!

“Thank you, Livvy babe.” He chimed randomly, shocking me from the salacious thoughts of him that were currently running on an endless loop in my head.

“For what, exactly?” Tucking the third truffe shamelessly in my mouth. “I should be the one thanking you. For all this..”

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me today. Ya’ didn’t have to, and honestly I didn’t fuckin’ deserve it.” His head dropped and his hand went to the back of his head, a worrisome practice of his own, I’d noticed.

I couldn’t bare the weighted sadness shown over his tightly drawn in mouth. A year ago, maybe. Maybe it would’ve felt like a sweet reward of revenge, after the hasty, crushing things he said to me. But now, it was like a bullet wound festering through my belly. Why couldn’t he see what I see in him? Yes, he is violent. Yes, he’s very much possessive and crude, and sometimes demented with anger, but he’s much more. I see his kindness, the genuinely raw way that he’s so ferociously protective over those he cares for. Colton is intelligent, he’s fearless, he’s the most brutally dedicated man to his career. Maybe all too much. He was extremely gentle sometimes, too. So innocently, childishly so. Physically, and verbally as well, if the particular moment called for him to be so.

The other hand, he was darkly passionate, almost fearfully passionate at times, actually. And I do love those passionate moments. Damn it. But surely. Surely if he didn’t see all those interior, loveable characteristics I recognized, he had to know he was beautiful. He was a human being with color changing, blue/gray/green eyes, for goodness sake. He was picturesque sex, truly. The way he carried his shifty, built shoulders, and the way he always slid his hands in his pockets when he walked. Agonizingly accentuating his ink plastered biceps, the biceps that could probably crush steel beams in the company of Superman himself.

I took his hand, succumbing to my screaming desire to do so. “Colt, don’t. How long are you going to beat yourself up over it? I’ve forgiven you, okay? I have.”

“I’ll quit beatin’ myself up when everything is back to the way it fuckin’ should be!” He was growing frustrated internally the more we dwelt on the topic. “It shoulda never ended to begin with.” I felt his grip on my hand becoming tighter along with the tension of his jaws now. He wasn’t trying to hurt me, but it seemed his was molding his own hand to mine, afraid I would somehow vanish if he let go.

“Then.. why did it? Why’d you do it, Colton. YOU made that choice. Why?....”

He took a large, hesitated deep breath, like he was trying to inhale some imaginary courage floating through the air.

“For starters, I’m a brainless, ignorant twat, with shit for brains. And, it was the loss, Liv. I’m ashamed to say that I was blaming you for it. Or, I tried to blame you at least. I couldn’t man up and admit that Danny was just… better than me. I had to find some concrete excuse to caudle my pathetic fuckin’ ego.”

“That’s not fair, and you know it. I never pulled you away from your training, Colt. I would’ve liked to, yeah. But I wasn’t about to get in your way. I knew what the fight meant to you,” my voice was accidentally defensive.

“And I know that now. Hell, I knew it then, baby. I was just.. I don’t know.. God, Liv. I was just so in love with you. You made me mental, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I felt like I was losin’ control of myself.” His eyes said he wanted to touch my cheek, or kiss my forehead. I didn’t know what exactly, but it was clear the hand holding wasn’t dispersing his hunger for something.

“It was scary, babe. I understand that more than anyone else, Colton. The things you made me feel took the wind right out of me. Our love was a continual high, ya’ know? I’d be lying through my teeth if I tried to deny I don’t still feel that with you.” scooting closer to his tense body, I felt that sensation of heat radiate onto my clammy skin making me shudder.

“I wanted to come to you so many times. I wanted to crawl to your damn doorstep and grovel, babe. I would’ve, too. Pride aside, if I thought it woulda made a difference. But, the shit I said to you, Livvy? I knew you hated my guts, and I couldn’t take the idea of havin’ the door slammed in my fuckin’ face.”

“And what about now, hm? Is that groveling bit still on the table or?” I winked, taking a note from his book, using one of his favorite forms of defense.

“Say the word and I’ll drop to my knees, gorgeous.”

Could he hear my panting? Was I panting aloud right now? I didn’t let my hungry stare falter, never unlocking the heated eye contact. Please kiss me, God. I can’t take it anymore! Take my mouth right now.

I could sense my brows knitting as my mind shouted soundless pleas. I wouldn’t have the nerve to make the first move and seek out his kiss, would I? Plus, I needed him to cave first since it seemed he always had me at a seeming disadvantage. He needed to break first. Even the score, if you will.

“Tempting offer, Mr. Ritter. I think I might very much enjoy the site of you on your knees.”

WHAT THE HELL, LIV ELLIOTT? Who are you? Did that just come out of your modest mouth. You deviant.

He loosened the twining of our fingers, only to drop it to the inside of my bare thigh. His touch. There. Oh, we like that spot, yes. The next bold move left his mouth meeting mine in an unhurried, calculated fashion. The breezy grazes of his lips felt like the soft flutters of a butterfly’s wings. At first, he was frozen there, a warm, handsome statue molding his lips to me. Once he collected I wasn’t going to protest, he began to lick hungrily over the seal of my mouth, letting out a throaty, male growl when I accepted his entrance. One hand remained placed still on my thigh, the other now snaked to rest on my neck, willing me closer to his kiss. Our tongues danced together quite chaotically, the insatiable desire within the exchange was an emotion neither of us could control properly. Oh, and I bit him. Yep, just like the hot swell between the apex of my thighs told me to.

I had the middle of his shirt wrapped around my fist, clenching even tighter when I opened my eyes for a brief second to find his shining back at me. There was something so, erotic about it. He seemed to be committing the exchange to his memory. I’d never been kissed while glaring open-eyed in my partners watchful pupils, and for a moment I felt I should think it strange. But it was feverishly opposite. It’s incredibly sexy, and debilitating, and I want him to do it more often. Still, I was curious.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” I pulled away, noticing the wrinkled, stretched cotton on his shirt where I was heedfully tugging at him.

“I just can’t believe I have you. I can’t fuckin’ believe this is happenin’. I missed you, Liv. I really, really did.”

Sensory overload. In every manner of the phrase. He smelled of a pungent musk, like trees and sweat. Sweaty trees? The inside of his mouth was coated in the juices from the fresh pineapple he’d eaten with lunch, and it tingled when I swallowed it down. Oh, and strawberries too, maybe? Yes, definitely some strawberry. His lips were sleek like the most elaborate silks, and wet too, making them stick to mine ever so slightly when we parted. My heart, and the sensitive place between my legs fought to steal the stimulation from the other, and I still can’t tell you where the victory laid. How was that possible though? How did a man stimulate the emotions of the heart, and the sexual tension of my sex at the very same instant? Just from a kiss, mind you. I wanted to shed tears of unadulterated bliss, and mount the length between his legs in at same time, in unison.

“Colt, you know I missed you. It goes without saying. How do you just, sweep me back in like that?” I laughed, but it was a rippling clandestine of wonderment I genuinely wanted solved. I needed a concrete, logical, palatable explanation.

“Because you never left me, baby. Not really, y’ know?”

I did know, and apparently he had known it too, contrary to hiding away from him in my little corner of the city.

“You were gone, but I know you felt what I’ve felt over the last year. I know you had to wake up fuckin’ hysterical in the middle of the night because you dreamt about me, Liv.”

I had done exactly that. At least 10 times, I’m not sure though. I lost count. The heartbreak was ineffable and haunting. Why had we tortured ourselves living life without the other? Pride? Fear? Did he feel like he deserved some sort of punishment for hurting me? Hurting us? I wanted to talk now. It was my turn to chime in, to toss my hat in the ring. But, he just kept going. I opened my mouth to interject, and he’d cut me off.

“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you, sweetheart. I’ve never needed anything but myself, and to hell with everythin’ else. But with you… fuck. I hate my life when you ain’t in it. And it’s all just fast, and it happened so soon too, y’ know. But, I’m so sick in love with you, Elliott.”

How can he make the work ‘fuck’ fit into any sentence like it was just a casual, common word in the English language like ‘hello’ or ‘blanket’? We should have a chat with him about his etiquette soon. Or should we? We might like that word.. Especially in the bedroom.

“Can I talk now, handsome? Care if I get a few words in?” I smiled and buttoned the tip of his nose. His perfect, straight nose. How did it seem to still be in tact? He literally got punched in the face for a living? Thank you, God for keeping that incredible face unscathed.

He heaved a sigh, like the words he’d spat out had drained him in some way. And they may very well have! This is the most he’s spoken since.. well… ever.

“Sorry, baby. Yeah, you go now.”

“I love you.”

He was obviously confused when only 3, one-syllable words came out of my mouth. His head tilted wearily to the left like a curious dog, and a haze passed through his eyes, but no words.

The sun had fallen lower now, some lights began to flicker down below us in the city as we rode the car continuously down, ad back up the track. Even though we had drawn close to the water likely a hundred times now, I still felt giddy each time we reached near the edge of shore.

“That’s all I know, and that’s all the matters, Colt. I love you, and I don’t want to be without you.”

I wasn’t this person. I had always been the type to be entirely exasperated at people who said things as such, I found it unrealistic and dramatic, yet there I was. Confessing I was lost without him next to me, and I wasn’t sure how I lived before he came into the picture. Maybe I hadn’t. Not really lived. “What you did to me was cruel, and I didn’t deserve it. But I know you see that now. You made a mistake and like I said before, I forgive you.”

I was half expecting more talking since he seemed to be on such a wordy roll today. Instead, he used his lips this time. His hands. His eyes. But no confrontations. He’d used up his word limit for the day. I felt my head rush backwards at the attack he made on my lips. It was carnal. He breaths hitched from his nostrils. Breaths he seemed to be sucking from the pair of lungs inside my body. I was blindsided completely, and relishing in the upper hand he always had on me. The inside of his mouth was warm like the rest of his thick body. His hand was cupping between my legs now. In one faultlessly executed motion I was straddling his lap, clawing at the back of his neck, and I felt bare hands slide underneath my shorts now gripping on the curve of my behind lewdly. Am I about to orgasm just from the friction of his jeans?

“My God, Livvy. You smell so good, baby. I fuckin’ love that smell.” He mouthed with his lips still partially connected with mine.

The smell was his favorite perfume. He would lift the bottle off my vanity when I was doing my hair at the mirror, smell the top after popping off the lid, then generously spray it in the crook of both sides of my neck.

I felt almost sea sick with lust for him. Between the constant motion of the tram, the rolling of my hips in his lap, his hot exhales into my ears as he muttered into them. I was entirely rapt. The thin lace of a cupless bra I wore beneath my outfit had painted a high definition display of the pert buds of my breast, making it irresistible for the man not to gently tug between a hard-skinned index finger and thumb, imbibing a breathy squeak of his name from my throat. Let myself crumble hastily to the desirous high, and let him take me on the floor of this glassy box for all the world below us to see? I’d have a very long, very disagreeable chat with myself about it later, but I couldn’t fall into that, sex, with him just yet. Although the raunchy idea of my bare flesh being trapped between his hearty torso and the cool glass windows here was mind-blowingly riveting. A little self-control was healthy, whether I internally agreed or not. However, that very scenario would be added to the growing list of X-rated fantasies involving Colton Ritter.

“O-okay, okay, Colton. Wow, hold-hold on.” I pulled away from his burning kiss, placing hand over my now seemingly chapped lips from the friction of his beard, and noticed a faint rash down my neck, leading down to my cleavage where he had suckled and scraped, and bit my tanned skin during the exchange. “As much as I don’t want to, trust me. We should pump the breaks here for a sec.”

He was stroking both opened fists across the small of my back, like you would do to soothe an upset newborn. A much lighter contrast to the way he was just pawing me like a ravenous predator.

“Shit,” he said in a barely there, seemingly embarrassed whisper. “I’m sorry, baby. I got outta control…” He wouldn’t let me see his eyes then.

“Woah!” I eagerly replied. “I wasn’t looking for an apology, Colt! I wanted that every bit as much as you.”

The electric, waterproof acquaintance that lived in my night-stand had almost run it’s race, and I needed this living, breathing, very stimulating man in front of me. Soon. ASAP. “But, I just think we should hold out, ya’ know. We need to work up to that a little.”

He was nodding in agreement now. What I believed to be honest agreeance, and not him trying to pacify me with what I wanted to hear.

“I get it, 2-1. As painfully fuckin’ irresistible as you are right now, I do get it. Him? I think he may have a little harder time acceptin’ though.” He shifted slightly upward reintroducing me to his still solid length underneath where I bestrode him, and smiled the most hellacious, satisfied grin I’d ever seen. The one he knew lit my every internal flame and sent me reeling with desire. “But the longer we wait, baby….” The sentence was left unfinished of actual words, but the drawn out moaning hum he gave, punctuated the thought exactly how he intended it to.

The lack of a touch from each there over the four hundred something days had been unrelenting, but once the ache settled a bit, it became manageable. However, now, with the blistering¸ very fresh reminder of just how pleasing and breathtaking the feel of our bodies felt when joined together, I was certain I would come undone. Sooner than later.

I squeezed over the muscle of his arms and gave him a look of warning at his crude comments. I had come to terms with the fact he was simply a sexual person. Sex was something he wasn’t ashamed to discuss, and it was something he verbally admitted his enjoyment for. I’d worry about developing the thick skin to deal with that tidbit at another time.

“You’re like a horny 15 year-old boy, Ritter.” I chortled with a blush.”

“That’s all your fault though. I can’t help it my girl is a so damn sexy.” Colton retorted with his thumb grazing the corner of my wrinkled eyes.

I wanted to ask him to paint a picture of me then. What did he see when he looked? Really looked. Physically, I mean. Sure, the new muscles from my training were settling in nicely, but otherwise, I was so… just so typical. Green eyes, small in stature, and an average dirty blonde head of mostly unruly hair. I couldn’t even stand next to the beauty of a woman that society would deem suitable for him. I blended in like camouflage amongst a crowd of women, but evidently looking from the point of view of one Colton Michael Thomas Ritter, things were much different.

I wanted more. Needed it, actually. Whatever detail he hadn’t shared with me yet, I’d find a way to pull it from him. I was all in, indeed.

After lingering for an hour or so more, tucked away above the hustle of summertime in the city, and dropping for a quick to-go cup at The Grind, we journeyed back to my place. Andrew had given silent eyes of gleaming approval when he saw the two of us enter the shop, fingers interlocked securely, and I exhaled in relief briefly. But, a tightness quickly drew back into my shoulders once Tia’s very disapproving, fuming blue pools fluttered through my thoughts. I’d have to settle things before somehow our reuniting made it back to her. Soon. But for now, for the night, I just wanted to selfishly bask in him. In us. Our long, cold nights apart now only a painful recollection that I never wanted to think of again, nor experience.

Now, in the mostly silent concrete parking lot of my home, standing settled between his opened legs still seated sideways on his bike, I never wanted to move. Crickets sang harmoniously as we lingered in a warm hug, and the flickering street light playing as spotlight. Several moments passed without words. Awkward silence to most, but a fulfilling moment of sensual security to us. The feel of his hand caressing the small of my back right below the twin dotted indentions about my firm backside, gently rubbing left to right, and sporadic kisses touching where my neck curved into my shoulder. I closed my eyes to think of those indulgent, teasing kisses along the ticklish hump of my ribcage, then across my pelvis to meet each protruding hipbone punctuated with a wicked nip of his teeth, and I felt a sweat arise in the crease of my breasts at the idea.

“Come upstairs,” a throaty demand wafted over my lips before I could practice any tact.

He instantly halted all movements seeking the truth behind my eyes. And I noticed a flash of seemingly confusion, mixed with hopefulness.

“What?”

“Come inside with me. Spend the night…” I proposed, fully aware of what I was offering to the very hungry man draped around my waist.

I kissed him fervently, and journeyed a wandering hand to his member standing half staffed, eliciting a groan of liking from his gaping mouth. His legs tightened around me, and his fingers crawled up to wrap his grip around my tousled braid.

“Liv, baby… baby, c’mon. Hold on…hold..” A tangled string of efforted protests met my eardrums, but his hands continued to nearly squeeze right through my flesh. Then finally, he sought out below to halt the erotic massage I was giving through the confines of his now growing jeans. “Stop, baby. Okay? Talk to me for a second.”

I felt my eyes expand when he had actually stopped my bold foreplay. Was he turning me down? “You don’t actually want to leave? Do you?” I probed.

“Hold up right there, Livvy. Don’t give me those puppy eyes,” he scolded shakily. “I know what you’re thinkin’, and you are so, so damn far off.”

I wasn’t thinking he didn’t want me. Not really, anyway. But I kept silent, wondering sincerely his reasons for declining my bed for the night.

“As bad as I want to throw you over my shoulder right this minute, and take you upstairs to see whatever sexy little lace number you’ve got on under these clothes, then fuckin’ tear it off your ass, I just think we should cool it. For tonight.” He confessed earnestly.

I was truly even furthermore enamored with him after that. He read my actions didn’t really wield my exact feelings, no matter how persistent my advances on his crotch may have been, and he resisted nobly. But, his desires shined through the ocean blue of his eyes.

“We’ve got plenty of sleepless nights ahead of us, gorgeous. I promise you that.” Colton said with a dark intonation behind his words. I believed that promise too, no hesitancy, and I looked forward to all the lost time he planned to make up for, knowing he’d execute every encounter flawlessly.

“I’ll be sure to get my rest tonight then.” I purred into his mouth before I snaked a tongue inside.

“Oh, I’d highly advise that. I prefer you well rested. And besides, I can’t have any girlfriend of mine walkin’ around with bags unda’ her eyes.” He smacked me on the tail end.

“Girlfriend?”

“Hell yes, girlfriend. You ain’t gettin’ rid of me now.”

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Sixteen Candles: Part Five - The End

Summary: It’s the day that Vivian has been looking forward to nearly her entire life: her sixteenth birthday. But between her sister’s wedding overshadowing her big day, and praying that her crush Billy Hargrove will finally notice her things aren’t going too well for her. If she can just survive the under the sea dance at her school and avoid the really weird and creepy Tommy H her night might be salvageable. Maybe.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: Here it is! The final chapter! I’m gonna miss Vivian. And Carol was honestly a lot of fun to write. Maybe one day if you guys want I can write more for Billy and Vivian. Enjoy the ending!

It was the day that Vivian and her family had been dreading. Sarah’s wedding day. One would imagine that a girl’s wedding day was one of the happiest days of her life. You would never have guessed that with Sarah. The entire household had been woken up around five in the morning by the sound of a near blood curdling scream coming from the bathroom that Carol and Vivian shared. Vivian sat up on the couch abruptly, blinking wildly and looking around to make sense of what was happening. Slowly lights around the house started to flick on as her family got out of bed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Sarah screeched upstairs.

Vivian hurried upstairs, where her parents, grandparents and Carol were all crowded outside of the bathroom door with concerned looks (technically Carol looked more annoyed than concerned).

“Sarah, language. Is everything alright? Please let me in. You’re scaring us,” their mother said calmly. There was a long silence before the lock clicked and Sarah poked her head out of the door. There were mascara streaks under her eyes from her tears. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I got my fucking period!” she wailed. Carol broke out into a loud cackle as their father shuffled awkwardly in the hallway.

“I’m gonna...I think I’m gonna go start breakfast…” he mumbled. Vivian’s grandparents quickly followed after them. Sarah opened the door wider and burst into a loud fit of sobs. Vivian let out a loud and annoyed sigh. And here she thought Sarah was freaking out about something important.

“Sounds like the honeymoon is gonna be a blast, huh Sarah?” Carol teased.

Their mother let out a small huff and turned to glare at Carol. “Carol, please. You’re not helping. Sarah, I know that this is...inconvenient, but it’s not the end of the world. This is just a tiny speed bump, okay? We’ll handle everything and it’s all going to be perfect.”

“Yeah, until it comes to the wedding night,” Carol snorted. “God, imagine you’re walking down the aisle and you’ve got a huge stain on your ass and you have no idea?” she laughed. Vivian bit down on her bottom lip and let out a cough to cover her laughter. If it had been anyone else she probably wouldn’t have found it so funny. But this was a little like karma kicking Sarah in the ass for being such a pain.

“Carol, Vivian, go downstairs now or you’ll stay home and miss your sister’s wedding.” their mother warned, pointing a finger at the stairs.

“...Is that supposed to be a threat?” Vivian asked genuinely. Carol laughed loudly beside her. Their mother glared at them, and the two sister’s retreated downstairs and to the kitchen where their dad was getting a head start on cooking pancakes.

He cast a nervous glance at them over the top of his glasses. “...Has the screaming stopped?”

“Momentarily.” Vivian sighed. She couldn’t wait for Sarah to go back to Florida. The sun wasn’t even up yet. And things wouldn’t get any better. Between the stress and the cramps, Vivian was sure that Sarah was going to make this the wedding day from hell.

Eventually her mom came downstairs. She leaned against the doorway and let out a heavy sigh. “Okay. She’s going to take some muscle relaxers, I’m going to make her some tea, and we’re all going to try and make it through today in one piece,” she was saying it more to herself than to the family. Vivian and her mother made eye contact, and her face softened. “Oh, Vivian…” she walked over to her youngest daughter and wrapped her up in a tight hug. “Your birthday. I’m so sorry we forgot your birthday.”

“Mom, it’s fine...really…” she said, wincing at how hard her mother was squeezing her.

“It’s not fine. It was your sixteenth birthday. We’re gonna make it up to you, okay? Whatever you want.”

Her dad let out a snort. “Good luck. She’s already trying to work me for a car.”

Carol was watching the exchange with a wicked grin. “God, how embarrassing. Your entire family forgetting your birthday. Imagine being that forgettable.”

Their mother fixed a stern look at Carol. “Young lady, if you let out one more nasty comment today so help me…” Carol only rolled her eyes. Their mother turned back to Vivian, taking her face in her hands and smiling sweetly down at her. “How about some chocolate chip pancakes, hmm? That’s a start, right?”

Vivian smiled and nodded. She felt so awkward now. She had wanted her family to feel guilty for forgetting her birthday. Now that they did she felt weird about it. Like it was too much attention. Hopefully it would wear off. She could definitely get used to all the sucking up. “Definitely.”

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If Billy didn’t have work it was rare that he’d wake up before noon on a weekend. Neil hated it. Billy didn’t really care. Susan usually saved him a plate of whatever she cooked up for breakfast in the oven. She was always trying to be his friend. Always trying to be the good guy. He hated it.

He was still laying in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He could hear Max and her friends out in the living room. Which meant Neil and Susan had to be out for the day. Billy rolled out of bed and shuffled down the hall. They were all there. All six of them. Great. “Don’t you nerds have anything better to do than hang around here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Max said. “Aren’t you supposed to be cool or something? Why are you stuck at home on a saturday?”

Dustin grinned. “I bet it’s ‘cause his girlfriend dumped him.”

“She didn’t dum- where did you even hear that shit anyways?” Billy snapped.

Dustin only shrugged. “Steve told me.”

“Is she who you were calling all night?” Max asked perking up. Each of the kids snapped towards Billy’s direction. They were annoying, sure, but he hadn’t taken them for gossips. “Because if you were, you’re an idiot. I hate Cheryl.” she scrunched up her nose as if her name gave her a bad taste in her mouth.

“No. I was...do you ever mind your own business?” he asked with a huff. The six kids only stared up at him, waiting for him to spill the beans. Billy rolled his eyes. “I was calling Vivian. She’s Carol’s sister.”

“She’s getting married!” Lucas said, as if he had realized something no one else had.

Billy sneered down at him. “Married? The hell do you mean she’s getting married? She’s sixteen.”

Lucas and Mike shared a look. “...I’m pretty sure you can get married if your parents say it’s okay. Like with a permission slip or something.” Mike suggested.

“...I don’t think that’s how it works, Mike.” Will said with a sympathetic smile.

Max rolled her eyes. “It’s not Vivian that’s getting married. It’s her sister, idiots. That totally can’t be legal.”

Billy looked at each of them, blinking wildly. He set his hands on his hips. “Can some explain what the hell is going on? How the hell do you know so much about Vivian?”

“We gave her and Robin a ride home from the movies last night,” Dustin explained. “She said that her sister Sarah’s getting married today and her family forgot her birthday. Pretty shitty if you ask me.”

“...Is there a point to anything you’re telling me?” Billy asked.

Mike shot him an irritated look. “We’re trying to tell you that if you’ve been calling Vivian, and she hasn’t been answering, you can probably just find out wherever it is her sister’s getting married and see her person.”

Billy didn’t think there were enough words in the english language to explain how annoyed he was that a group of 13 year olds had figured out how to get him to Vivian when he couldn’t do it himself.

“You can’t wear that though.” Dustin said, nodding to the shorts and shirt Billy had worn to bed.

“...Yeah. Thanks for the tip.” Billy said dryly.

“Even if he changes, who says she’ll even want to go out with him? Vivian’s too good for you.” Lucas said.

Billy scowled down at him. “Too good for me? You were with her for like, what? Half an hour last night? How would you even know?”

“It was long enough to know she’s too good for you.” Lucas affirmed. The others nodded along with him in agreement. Billy only spun around on his heels, stomping back to his bedroom to change. He hated when Max’s friends were over. They were either finding little clever ways to insult him or begging him for rides around town.

He quickly changed, or as quickly as Billy could change, and headed back out to the living room. He snatched up his keys. “This good enough for you little weirdos?” he asked, spreading his arms out. The kids were surveying his outfit carefully.

“...You got anything in blue, maybe?” Dustin asked.

Billy rolled his eyes. “It was a rhetorical question, Henderson. I’ll be back later, Max. Try not to set anything on fire.” and with that he was out of the house and sauntering out to his car. It wouldn’t be all that hard to find Vivian, would it? Maybe if he was fast he could catch them at their house before they left for the wedding. If not, Hawkins was a small town. She couldn’t have gone that far.

He felt a little pathetic. Following a girl around like this. He supposed it might look romantic or something to Vivian though, wouldn’t it? Maybe she’d be impressed. Billy sure hoped so. There wasn’t really any way this weekend could get any shittier.

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Vivian was honestly surprised Sarah wasn’t dead. A few hours after the family had all finished breakfast, Vivian’s mother had gone upstairs to check on Sarah. It turned out that Sarah had nearly tripled the normal dose of muscle relaxers she was supposed to take and could barely stand up on her own. “Sarah, what were you thinking?! On today of all days!” their mother scolded her, trying to help sit her upright in her bed.

“I was thinking that my uterus was trying to claw its way out of my vagina, mom.” she spat. Vivian and Carol were crowded in Sarah’s doorway, watching on in amusement. Sarah’s eyes were all glossy and they couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing. Her voice was slurred to the point where Vivian couldn’t believe she could understand anything her sister was saying. And she wouldn’t stop swaying back and forth. Carol of course thought it was hilarious.

“Jeez, Sarah. I always had my suspicions that you didn’t actually like Kevin but this is a new low even for you. Drugging yourself to get through your wedding?” she taunted.

“Yeah? Yeah? Well...shut up, Carol. At least I’m getting married,” she pointed an unsteady finger in her sister’s direction. “Like that stupid...dumb Tommy boy is gonna wanna marry you after he finds out that’s not your real nose!”

Carol let out a gasp, instinctively covering her nose. Vivian burst into a fit of laughter beside her. “I had a deviated septum, you cow!” Carol cried.

“Enough! Both of you! Carol, I’ve had enough of you. You’re staying home! I can’t have you harassing your sister while she’s like this. Not if you don’t want me strangling either of you in the middle of the church! And Vivian, please stop laughing.”

Vivian pressed her lips together tightly and cleared her throat. “Sorry, mom…”

Carol flipped her hair over her shoulder and sneered at Sarah. “Fine by me. Like I’d want to go to that tacky ass wedding anyways.”

“Uh...can I stay home too? I mean, you guys did forget my birthday after all…” Vivian asked, looking between her mom and Carol.

“You’re going to the wedding, Vivian. Now will you please go and get dressed while I try and get your sister out of bed?” she gave Sarah’s arm a firm tug and she was up and out of bed on wobbly feet. “Can one of you help me?”

“Why should I? I’m not in the wedding anymore.” Carol snapped, turning dramatically and stomping down the hall. Vivian let out a soft sigh and went to Sarah’s other side, throwing her arm around her and helping their mom guide Sarah out of her room.

Sarah looked over at Vivian with squinted eyes. “You know,” she began with a loud huff. “You’ve always been my favorite sister,” she confessed. Vivian couldn’t really help but smile. That was probably one of the nicest things Sarah had ever said to her. “I mean, even though you dress like total shit. But that’s like...a phase, right? Because I remember like, I used to wear bell bottoms all the time, you know? But then I realized they were totally out so I haven’t worn them in years. That’s what’ll happen to that horrible jacket you’re always wearing. Hey mom, don’t you think Vivian looks like a total lesbo-”

“Sarah!” their mother yelled. “Don’t call your sister...that. Let her wear what she wants to wear. Vivian, ignore her. She’s not making any sense.”

“Don’t worry. I’m just gonna pretend she stopped after telling me I’m her favorite sister...I mean, it’s just me and Carol so there’s not much contest, but still.” she mumbled.

“Carol,” Sarah scoffed. “I’m glad she’s not coming to the wedding. You know, her and Tommy totally did it in your bed while you and dad were on that cruise. And I never told anyone because I am like the best sister.”

Vivian wondered if maybe she had somehow died and gone to hell.

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There was only one car parked in Vivian’s driveway. That didn’t really help Billy much. He parked his Camaro at the curb and quickly made his way up the walkway to the front door. He rang the doorbell three times, his leg bouncing with nervous energy as he waited for someone to answer.

Eventually Carol did. “...What are you doing here?” she asked, sneering at Billy.

He didn’t answer her. “Is Vivian here? Can I talk to her?”

“She’s at the church with the rest of my family. My mother actually grounded me from going. Can you imagine? It’s their loss. I’m the only one that looks good in those disgusting bridesmaids dresses Sarah picked out.” she said with a flip of her hair.

Billy rolled his eyes. “Carol, I really don’t give a shit. I’m kinda on a time crunch here.”

Carol narrowed her eyes at Billy, as if she had finally heard what he was saying. “Wait, what do you want with Vivian anyways? What, are you trying to get back at Cheryl for dumping your ass or something?”

“She didn’t dump me. We were never dating,” he said through his teeth. “Why’s it your business anyways?”

“Because I’m gonna have to hear Cheryl bitch about it when she sees the two of you together,” she scoffed. “Besides, you’ll totally get bored with Vivian anyways. She’s a total loser.”

“Carol, can you just shut it and give me the address to this damn church?”

Carol rolled her eyes dramatically and let out an annoyed groan before disappearing inside. Eventually she came back with a folded piece of paper. “Here you go, Romeo. Enjoy your blue balls.” she said with a tired sigh.

Billy didn’t say anything. He snatched the paper from her and headed back to the Camaro. He slid into the driver’s seat, muttering angrily to himself. The church thankfully wasn’t too far. He could make it in time. He just needed to make a stop at Bradley’s Big Buy first. “I’ll show her Romeo.” he mumbled, stomping down on the gas.

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Vivian looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. The poofy, purple dress that Sarah had picked out for her to wear was simply hideous. She expected something a little more bearable with all Sarah’s talk of the latest trends in fashion. Then again, maybe the latest trends were just ugly.

Sarah wasn’t really fairing any better than she had been that morning. Their mother had tried to get her to drink some coffee in hopes it might dull the effects of the muscle relaxers, but now Sarah was jittery on top of loopy. There was no way she would be able to make it down the aisle alone much less in one piece. At least this might make things a little more entertaining.

Vivian’s parents decided it was best not to tell Kevin about Sarah’s...situation. The last thing they needed was for him to start nervously hovering around and stressing Sarah out even more. Vivian thought it was sort of sweet. She definitely didn’t see whatever it was that Kevin saw in her sister, but she was a little envious. Vivian found her mind wandering to thoughts of Billy and she sighed. At least he’s not here to see me in this stupid dress, she thought with a grumble.

“You alright, Vivian?” her dad asked from beside her.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m just tired,” she lied. “Is the ceremony starting soon or what?”

Her mother was using all of her strength to try and pull a half conscious Sarah out of her seat. “As soon as I get your sister up on her feet.” she said with a grunt. Her dad hurried over to help. Sarah finally stood up, her head lolling over to the side as she let out a sniff.

“Daddy,” she began. “This is so sad. I’m getting married and I’m not gonna live with you guys anymore.” she cried.

Their father smiled thinly and patted his oldest daughter on the arm. “You don’t live with us now, sweetheart...let’s just go hand you over to Kevin, hmm?”

“Oh, Richard,” his wife scolded. “Now isn’t the time for jokes. Vivian, when it’s time for you to walk down the aisle, don’t waste any time, okay? We need this to be over as soon as possible. Or at least before your sister passes out.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” Vivian said with a salute.

All things considered, the wedding hadn’t gone too badly. At least, aside from Sarah falling half way down the aisle, taking her father and a good amount of the decorations with her, and nearly yelling “Oh my god, what is that fat cow doing here?” as they passed by Kevin’s mother. Vivian was almost sad Carol hadn’t been there. She would have loved it.

Their mother had stood next to Sarah during the ceremony, her arms held out wide and ready to catch Sarah in case she fell. Kevin looked slightly terrified, which was to be expected. Once Sarah and Kevin were officially married, their father had to help Kevin practically drag Sarah down the aisle and out to the limo.

The guests all stood on the steps of the church, waving goodbye to the newly married couple. Vivian’s mother let out a loud sigh next to her. “Thank god that’s over.”

Vivian’s father wrapped his arm around her shoulders “Vivian, sweet pea, I’ll buy you a car if you promise you’ll elope.”

“Richard.” Her mother scolded. “Don’t listen to him. He’s kidding. Aren’t you, Richard?” But Vivian wasn’t really paying attention. The wedding guests had started to disperse, on their way to the reception. A familiar blue Camaro was parked across the street. Vivian felt her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met with Billy’s. There was no way this was actually happening.

“...Isn’t that Carol’s friend?” she heard her mother ask. Vivian ignored her. Billy gave Vivian a lopsided grin before awkwardly waving.

Vivian turned to her dad, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. He smiled and waved her away. “Go. Your sister won’t remember her reception anyways.” He joked. Vivian hugged her dad tightly, picking up the skirt of her hideous purple dress and hurried across the street to meet Billy.

“Hi…” she said quietly. “Um...Carol isn’t here.”

“I know. I went to your house to see you and she told me you’d be here,” his grin had turned into a smirk. Vivian felt her cheeks burn at his confession.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah,” Billy rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since last night. I called, but your grandparents kept answering…”

Vivian shut her eyes tightly and let out a groan. “Oh god,” she mumbled. “I am so totally sorry.”

Billy let out a soft laugh and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I was kinda thinking maybe we could go do something? Celebrate your birthday? I got a cake with your name on it.” He jabbed a thumb at his car. Vivian could see a small, white cake covered in sprinkles with her name scrawled across in pink icing.

“You got me a cake?” She asked with wide eyes. You’re worth it, honey. The right guy will see it. Her father’s words from the night before were playing over and over in her head.

“Yeah. I mean, you said your family forgot so-“

Vivian reached up on her toes, taking Billy’s face into her hands and kissed him. Her stomach wouldn’t stop doing flips. She almost felt dizzy when she felt Billy’s hands rest firmly on her hips.

She was sure her face was beet red when she finally pulled away. She turned around, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her when she saw her parents still standing there on the church steps, pretending not to look. Great. That’s what every girl dreams of; her parents watching her first kiss.

Billy only smirked down at her. “...You wanna get out of here?” He asked with a chuckle.

Vivian nodded enthusiastically. “Please.” Billy opened the passenger’s side door for her. Her heart was hammering in her chest again as he slid into the driver’s seat next to her.

Billy took her in with an amused smirk, Vivian looking over at him with a shy smile. “...Dig the dress.” He teased.

Thanks, wanna rip it off with your teeth? Vivian cleared her throat, shaking the thought away. “Just shut up and drive, Hargrove.” She muttered, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling.

“Whatever you say, Birthday Girl.”

Vivian decided to take back everything she had said for the past two days. All of her complaints and sassy comments. Riding in the Camaro next to Billy, loudly listening to Tank, Vivian decides this was her best birthday yet.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

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mygiantesslove · 7 years ago

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Mother & Son: Underfoot by Azra

Chapter 8

Cailie appeared with a digital camcorder, giggling uproariously as her mother firmly stomped on her little brother to attach him firmly to the sole of her foot.

"Oh hi!" Debra smiled at the camera. "You've caught us just as we're getting ready for our morning jog! I'm Debra, and this is my little son, Phil!" She sat back on her bed and raised her plump, pink foot from the floor displaying her little son trapped on the bottom of it.He's been spending most of the past few months living up my buttcrack, which by the way I think is a perfect way for a growing boy to spend his time especially if his mom's butt is as big and heavy as mine," she said as both she and Cailie giggled at the ridiculousness of Phil's situation, "but Phil's also been spending a lot of time in my shoes as I walk on him, and that's what we're getting ready for now."

The camera swooped down to the ground and focused on a pair of white tennis running shoes at Debra's feet. They looked well-worn and slightly dirty but still very serviceable. Cailie heard a slight mumbling from the underside of her mom's left foot and zoomed in to see her tiny brother try to pick his tired face off his gargantuan mother's overpowering sole. "Oh, that's just Phil. Say hi to the camera sweetie!" His mom smiled politely as she reached toward her softly struggling son and gently pressed his face into her foot-flesh, preventing him from talking. "It's his birthday next week and he's only woken up. He's probably expecting to go through a normal week gently getting sat and stood on by me, or maybe he's even hoping we'll release him and he'll be able to do what he wants for a change, but we've got something different planned!"

Debra then took one of her white tennis socks and slipped it on over her left foot, and then did the same to her right. Stuffing her feet into her slightly-too-small old running shoes she spent a few minutes tying them as tightly as she could while the camera focused on her runners. The pressure on Phil's body increased slightly as she finished tying her laces, binding her foot and Phil tightly together. After she finished with the other one, she tapped both feet lightly to the ground before standing firmly on them and smiling to the camera. "We're going to make Phil appreciate his birthday by putting him through one tough week! This was my lovely daughter's idea, Cailie! Take a bow Cailie!" Cailie blushed and waved as she quickly turned the camera to her and then back to her mom. "Cailie's had her share of arguments with her little brother before but I think she's really hit on to an idea that'll help him in the long run for a change and I really hope he comes to appreciate it." She smiled. "Today, and every day this week, I am going to go on a ten-mile jog before breakfast and Phil is going to accompany me in my favorite old pair of running shoes! I've positioned him in my sock under my left foot with his body under my sole and his face wedged into the soft flesh at the ball of my foot. This is important because it will have the triple effect of squashing him, smothering him and covering him in my salty foot-sweat, which hopefully he'll end up drinking a lot of!"

Debra jumped up and started jogging on the spot. "Alright, I'm off! The next time you see me I'll have run over my little son for ten miles and he'll probably be very eager to get out from under my smelly feet, but wait till he see's what we have planned for him next!" She waved as she trotted down the stairs and out the door, heavy, son-crushing footfalls receding into the distance as Cailie zoomed the camera in ominously on her mom's butt.

Later that morning the camera found Phil getting peeled off his mom's now very smelly and sweaty foot and plopped into a tight pair of leather panties. "Now this is a place my son is only too familiar with." Debra panted, still catching her breath after her enormous morning run. "The crack of my ass!" She spun around and spread her enormous cheeks, showing off her awesome ass-crack to the camera. "My son will be imprisoned in the back of these panties and transported to his rightful home here, between my butt-cheeks!" Cailie helpfully held Phil up against their mom's buttock; for comparison's sake, he looked like a GI-Joe up beside an enormous pumpkin. "My huge butt will massage, grind, squash and smother Phil as he's trapped up his mom's ass! He's been spending the past few months here," she pointed at the direct center of her ass, "and he knows there's no escape! He'll have to smell my gas and drink my butt sweat all day because we're not going to feed Phil anything but this so he enjoys his birthday cake all the more!" Mother and daughter both laughed.

"You might've noticed we're doing a lot to make Phil swallow my body's sweat. There are two reasons for this: a, It's always been a bit of a fetish of mine and I think it's good for Phil to drink his mommy's body-sweat, and b, starting on his birthday we'll only be giving Phil drinks that contain sweat from either my or his big sister's body, but shhh! He doesn't know that yet!" Debra giggled.

The following day opened with Cailie getting a close-up Debra struggling to stuff her copious cleavage into an obviously too-small brassiere. "Why don't you tell us what you're doing mom?" She prodded.

"I am quite busty, and, well" she blushed, "Cailie made the pretty good point that Phil is never going to be able to touch the boobs of a girl his own age, so we thought we'd work a little treat into this particular kind of torment by stuffing him in my bra for a time every day." The camera suddenly swiveled around momentarily to face Cailie. "We actually did this one for the first time yesterday when mom made Phil suck her nipples as he was in there, but-" "Oh I did not honey," Debra interrupted irritably, "I simply ... stuffed my big nipple into his face. The fact that his mouth was open when it happened was a complete coincidence and frankly," she blustered "I fed him from my breasts when he was a little baby so I don't see what the problem is anyway!" She pouted.

Cailie tried not to laugh as she turned the camera back to herself. "So yeah, Phil's in mom's tits today. She's decided to spread his legs and have her nip crush his groin today while she works, so, uh, there's that." She turned the camera back. "What's next mom?"

The week passed in camera-shots. Debra chewing something while watching TV, only to stick her tongue out teasingly at the camera to reveal Phil wrapped up in it. Cailie sneaking into her mother's bedroom one moonlit night to spread her heavy cheeks and film her little battered brother nestled unconscious between them. Debra typing at her computer desk only to lift up her armpit to reveal her son gagging on the acrid stench and sweat therein. Zooming into her mom's old pumps to find Phil still unconscious in them with giant red toe-marks imprinted on his face. Debra sitting in a wooden chair, happily reading her book as the back leg crushed her son writhed and moaned under the back leg, the oak foot and his mom's weight resting on his head as she smiled serenely at his cries for help. And Christine's favorite, catching her mom wiping her enormous ass with her tiny son late one night after she heard a toilet flush. It went on and on.

The morning of Phil's birthday. Cailie opened filming on Phil as he lay, free for the first time in a week, on the floor of his mom's bedroom. Slowly he turned and regained consciousness, only for -BOOM!!- the giant sole of his mother's foot to land on his face. Stunned momentarily by the impact, Phil could barely gape in astonishment as the foot retreated and seconds later landed on him again. -BOOM!!- Cailie backed up to reveal her mother panting loudly and happily as she hurriedly mounted a chair positioned just in front of Phil's tiny body. Laughing happily she jumped into the air and came crashing down on top of her little son.

-BOOM!!-

"The morning of Phil's birthday!" She panted to the camera as she stepped off her son, mounted the chair one more time before positively leaping into the air and crashing heel-first onto her little boy. As she got off him this time she sat back in her fine chair and brushed her son gently, seductively with both her feet. Giggling as she heard her son toss and turn, she massaged him gently with her feet. After a few minutes, Phil had composed himself and looked straight up only to find his mom's foot resting softly above his face. He managed to murmur one thing. "M-mom ... why?"

Cailie grinned as she cut between her brother and her big, dominating mother. "Well you see sweetie, Cailie had this wonderful idea that you'd enjoy your birthday a lot more if you had to put up with a lot of stuff you didn't like before-hand. You've just been wonderful throughout this sweetie, I'm so proud of you!" Phil wasn't sure he agreed, but wanting to show how grateful he was to his mother for taking him out of her shoe he skillfully, but gently as he was so ravaged, began kissing the bottom of her foot in abject submission. Debra cooed appreciatively and allowed him to continue for several minutes as she pleasantly massaged him with her sole, causing his loins to stir. After a few minutes, she decided enough was enough and happily raised her foot above her little boy.

"Sweet dreams Phil! When you wake up you'll be cheek-to-cheek with my big bum, kissing it in front of all your friends at your birthday party!" And with that Debra brought her immense heel down on her helpless little son's head, and Phil instantly blacked out.

#giantess #g/t #g/t writing #foot crush #butt crush #mother

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beandraws · 7 years ago

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85 questions

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

I was tagged by @jongin-be-my-jagi thank you so much you’re amazing💕💕

Last

1. Drink- water

2. Phone call- my mom

3. Text message- my best friend

4. Song you listened to- triple h - retro future hadn’t listened to it yet

5. Time you cried- it’s been a while:)

Ever

6. Dated someone twice- yes not worth it

7. Kissed someone and regretted it- nope never kissed in the first place

8. Been cheated on- yes

9. Lost someone special- yeah

10. Been depressed- yes especially during school

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up- don’t drink

Fave colors

12. Black

13. Blue

14. Light gray

15. Pastel blue

In the last year have you

16. Made new friends- yes☺️

17. Fallen out of love- never was in love

18. Laughed until you cried- all the time

19. Found out someone was talking about you- right after she told me I was a great friend

20. Met someone who changed you- no

21. Found out who your friends are- definitely

22. Kissed someone in your Facebook friends list- no

General

23. How many Facebook friends you know irl- idk I don’t use Facebook

24. Do you have any pets- 3 cats, puppy, 3 sugar gliders it’s a zoo

25. Do you want to change your name- nope

26. What did you do for your last birthday- hung out with my best friends

27. What time did you wake up today- 6??? Had to take out the pup

28. What were you doing at midnight last night- sleeping

29. Something you can’t wait for- exo’s comeback

30. What are you listening to now- my cat snoring in my ear

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom- my grandpa

32. Something that gets on your nerves- hypocrites

33. Most visited website- YouTube

34. Hair color- dark brown with random gold idk why but it’s like that

35. Long or short hair- medium and growing it out short curly hair doesn’t flatter me

36. Do you have a crush- no jongin

37. What do you like about yourself- my eye color

38. Want any piercings- nope

39. Blood type- uh

40. Nicknames- none

41. Relationship status- single

42. Zodiac- Aquarius

43. Pronouns- she/ her

44. Favorite tv shows- queer eye it’s just so cute

45. Tattoos- no that’s illegal

46. Right or left handed- right

47. Ever had surgery- no

48. Piercings- single, double, and right cartilage

49. Sports- I suck and I’m shy no

50. Vacation I wanna go back to Canada and I want to go to South Korea

51. Trainers- ???

More general

52. Eating- I love food and cooking is so much fun

53. Drinking- tea and water that’s it

54. I’m about to watch- the inside of my eyelid cause I’m going to sleep

55. Waiting for- something I ordered

56. Want- love

57. Get married- when we’re both happy and ready yes

58. Career- school

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses- hugs are nice

60. Lips or eyes- eyes

61. Shorter or taller- in a guy taller

62. Older or younger- younger would be weird since I’m always younger than everyone but either is fine

63. Nice arms or nice stomach- both

64. Hookup or relationship- relationships all the way

65. Trouble maker or hesitant- hesitant

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger- that’s weird no

67. Drank hard a liquor- no

68. Lost glasses- no don’t wear glasses

69. Turned someone down- there’s no one to turn down they’d have to ask first

70. Sex on first date- never

71. Broken someone’s heart- no

72. Had Your heart broken- yes

73. Been arrested- no

74. Cried when someone died- yeah it sucks

75. Fallen for a friend- yes

Do you believe in

76. Yourself- I want to it’s just hard

77. Miracles- of course

78. Love at first sight- yes

79. Santa Claus- yeah

80. Kiss on a first date- maybe???

81. Angels- yes

Other

82. Best friends name- Hanna and my sister Sam

83. Eye color- blue and gray

84. Favorite movie- uhhhhh a monster calls or narnia

85. Favorite actor- Liam Neeson

I’m tagging @umsehun @g-exo @sehunsmybae @sunshine-maknae @kyungiebaby don’t do it if you don’t want to

#personal stuff #tag game #mutuals💕

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zoesrose · 3 years ago

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TEXTS; ZOE & YAS

pt. 3 - April 2021 - June 2021

APRIL

yasmin puckerman

Hey, you up?

zoe rose

Yes. Is everything okay?

yasmin puckerman

yeah yeah, everythings good I’m just up. Smoking out my window and was just thinking

zoe rose

Thinking about what?

yasmin puckerman

Thinkin bout you

wyd?

zoe rose

I just finished smoking. Laying here. Eating that candy you left here Saturday.

Exactly what about me are you thinking of?

yasmin puckerman

damn that’s where I left that

Your ass mostly

Them dimples you got right above it

zoe rose

I'm glad you mentioned the dimples because I was going to point out that my ass has nothing on yours.

I'll save you a piece.

yasmin puckerman

nah it’s cool, you can eat it. I’ll survive I do have exceptional cheeks

zoe rose

Alright.

You do.

yasmin puckerman

That’s not all I was thinking about tho

zoe rose

Tell me.

yasmin puckerman

we never talked about the night at the empire. Was that what you wanted? I’m

am I supposed to want to go on another d

Idk this shit I got is loud

I’m trippin

zoe rose

That’s not a clear answer. Tell me.

yasmin puckerman

you had a good time right? When we went out that one night

zoe rose

A very good time, yes.

Did you?

yasmin puckerman

hell yeah My bad for whatever I said after. It was just more than usual. I don’t get pushed life that

zoe rose

I didn’t take it to heart, it just meant I did a good job humiliating you. I liked pushing you.

yasmin puckerman

I liked it too

zoe rose

I can’t afford the Grand Empire again but I would like to do that again

yasmin puckerman

being there was hella fun but that wasn’t what made it good so, that’s whatever

zoe rose

The dinner part deserves a redo. Something less stuffy.

yasmin puckerman

so you trying to do the whole thing again?

zoe rose

We don’t have to.

yasmin puckerman

let me plan this one?

zoe rose

This one... date?

yasmin puckerman

Saturday or whenever We don’t have to call it that

zoe rose

Saturday.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah, dope Saturday. Yessir

zoe rose

liked this

Goodnight, Yas.

yasmin puckerman

Night Sir

yasmin puckerman

hey wassup?

zoe rose

Hello, Yas.

yasmin puckerman

what you up too?

zoe rose

Currently? Walking around campus. Hitting that back spot that looks over the water.

yasmin puckerman

oh so you chillin chillin

zoe rose

Yes

Everything okay?

yasmin puckerman

yeah all good. I don’t got nothin to text about, I was just being nosey

zoe rose

You could always come be nosy in person.

yasmin puckerman

yeah true Drop a pin?

zoe rose

Drop a pin, what?

location

zoe rose

Do I come across as an egotistical, saditty serial killer?

yasmin puckerman

egotistical? nah wait is this a trick question?

zoe rose

But yes to the other two?

yasmin puckerman

I didn't say that are you good?

zoe rose

I've been compared to Hunter Clarington and I don't like it.

yasmin puckerman

who tf is that? you need to throw down with someone? I could be in the mood real quick

zoe rose

He's a new Dominant that's taken an extra interest in Marley. She said he reminds her of me and I don't like him, so I needed to ask.

yasmin puckerman

Oh well I can't go fighting Marley

zoe rose

I would never ask you to.

yasmin puckerman

remember this?

zoe rose

So I am that type of Dominant? You really pulled some screenshots on me.

yasmin puckerman

I'm just saying, my feelings on that still stands why you saying it like its a bad thing?

zoe rose

Fuck you're right. I don't know why I'm feeling this way.

yasmin puckerman

bro, are you dropping? wyd, Sir?

zoe rose

Laying in bed. About to smoke this bowl. You?

yasmin puckerman

I was just about to roll

you got company?

zoe rose

No.

yasmin puckerman

do you want some, Sir?

zoe rose

Yes. Come over.

yasmin puckerman

ok dope omw

zoe rose

Door's open.

yasmin puckerman

you feeling better?

If you got a min this week to fit a session

lemme know? (leaf) (smoke) ahead of time maybe? Gotta clear it with the boss them

zoe rose

I’ve got minutes. Tomorrow afternoon.

yasmin puckerman

aight I’ll see what I can do

yasmin puckerman

yooo

you doing shit with your partner toni

do they sleep in your bed? I got the nig

your (plug) got gummies and shit rn?

zoe rose

He always does. Should I text him? He can have it delivered in an hour tops.

yasmin puckerman

yessir, pls $25 of nerds ropes or cookies or sum and a Q of that(fire) for me

zoe rose

You're missing something.

yasmin puckerman

yeah I didn't think that was gonna cut it forever

please and thanks, Sir?

yasmin puckerman

I'm starting an escort business wait that's not how that sounds hold up does it counts as that??

zoe rose

You're going to have to elaborate.

yasmin puckerman

I'm escorting this dude to town tomorrow for a few bucks I could be doing that a couple times just on a weekend morning and bank.

zoe rose

That's smart.

yasmin puckerman

thanks. I be thinking sometimes

zoe rose

You should charge by the hour.

yasmin puckerman

yeah, 35 the first 2 and 20 every hour after.

easy money I need to get shit in town myself tomorrow.

zoe rose

Good girl. Using this as an opportunity?

yasmin puckerman

You wanna swing by Trixie’s surprise party with me Sat?

zoe rose

Sure.

What will you be doing next week?

yasmin puckerman

Chillen Triple weeks no classes

Might pick up a few extra work shift tho, since imma be missing hours for this universal trip

zoe rose

I will also be working my ass off to rack up money.

yasmin puckerman

keepin on that grind

zoe rose

Then maybe this Summer we can go on an actual trip. You and me.

yasmin puckerman

oh you tryin to steal my ass away for the summer??

zoe rose

Just a part of it.

yasmin puckerman

I like the sound of that.

zoe rose

I'm thinking Miami.

yasmin puckerman

dope I hear Miami jumps

zoe rose

I've been once. It does.

yasmin puckerman

theres a whole other semester to get through first

I'm really about to savor this break bc I'm hella tired of going to class

zoe rose

It's just a few more months.

yasmin puckerman

months

how did your midterm go?

zoe rose

It was fine. Yours?

yasmin puckerman

yeah good, same hb Marley?

zoe roseBOT — 04/24/2021

Hers went smoothly as well.

yasmin puckerman

Thats good no one to square up with

zoe rose

There's always next time.

yasmin puckerman

that makes me miss smight flub

zoe rose

We could go into town next week.

yasmin puckerman

yeah? I'd be down for that

zoe rose

Consider these official orders.

yasmin puckerman

Yes, Miss Sir. cool cool cool, dinner first?

zoe rose

And dessert after.

yasmin puckerman

the dessert is me right?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

knew it

zoe rose

Come over on Monday too. Since we don't have class.

yasmin puckerman

I would start and end the week with me too if I could

zoe rose

See you Monday, Yas.

zoe rose

I was thinking of renting a car to drive up to Universal. Would you like to ride with me and Marley?

yasmin puckerman

You just want a back seat roller I'm on to you

zoe rose

You could always drive and I could be the back seat roller. I'm not discriminatory.

yasmin puckerman

Aight but if I drive we getting there in 2 and a half minimum

zoe rose

No. I'll drive.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah I knew you were all dry jokes

zoe rose

We'll leave Monday morning.

yasmin puckerman

You got it, Sir. I gotta remember to get my shit packed

zoe rose

Then you can pack my shit.

[ ... ]

Kidding.

yasmin puckerman

probably cause you don't want me picking all your outfits

zoe rose

All of my outfits are the same.

yasmin puckerman

Imma pack my bag and yours with my clothes

zoe rose

No. You're packing your bag and I'm packing mine.

yasmin puckerman

don’t worry. Just jokes I like your style how it is anyway

zoe rose

You're still coming over tomorrow night, correct?

yasmin puckerman

yep You planning to do anything special with me?

zoe rose

What do you want me to do to you?

yasmin puckerman

oh shit I hadn’t thought it throu No ones tied me up in a while

You wanna fuck me til I’m mad about it, Sir?

zoe rose

Wanna try that again?

yasmin puckerman

fuck, really?

I swore I had that one! Okay

Will you tie me up and fuck me til I’m mad about it pls, Sir?

zoe rose

That's better. I would love nothing more.

yasmin puckerman

You want some company now too?

I'm out on my board rn

zoe rose

I always want your company.

yasmin puckerman

So I don't gotta ask? what happens if I just start showing up?

zoe rose

My always wanting you here does not negate your need to ask for things you want.

yasmin puckerman

Do you ask for things you want? Or you always just waiting for me to do it?

zoe rose

I'm sure I've asked for you to come over on several occasions.

yasmin puckerman

when I have time I'm pulling receipts wait, that was a yes right? cause I'm already on my way

zoe rose

That was a yes.

yasmin puckerman

dope

MAY

zoe rose

Are you all packed?

yasmin puckerman

Yeah I think so I suck at packing

zoe rose

I think I over packed.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah? I think I got more toys than clothes.

zoe rose

I got my clothes in one bag, my shoes in one, my make up in another, and my shit in it's own bag too.

yasmin puckerman

Damn you got four bags??

zoe rose

My make up and oiud bags are small so they barely count.

zoe rose

Before I forget, you're under my orders Friday night and Sunday. And I would like for you to spend Sunday with me and Marley at Disney world. Please.

yasmin puckerman

I mean, since you asked so nicel Friday, yes Sir. Got it. And hell yeah I wanna go to disney. I don't wanna take your time away from Marley though so, you sure?

zoe rose

Perfect. Marley has me to herself on Friday and Saturday, so Sunday the three of us can spend the day together before we drive back to GroveKey.

Friday is our birthday, so if you'd like to you can give Marley a present. Though I do not want anything. Just to fuck you Friday night.

yasmin puckerman

Oh shit, that's good to know

Did I known that already??

I'll definitely grab her something.

zoe rose

Thank you.

yasmin puckerman

I'm not saying I wont get you anything tho

zoe rose

I suppose I can't stop you.

yasmin puckerman

yup

tell me more about this birthday sex?

zoe rose

I don't think you really want to know. Not asking like that.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah maybe I don't It's your birthday so, whatever you want not that it's not always whatever you want you know what I mean

zoe rose

It'll be a nice surprise for you.

yasmin puckerman

You should let me surprise you tho

zoe rose

I don't like surprises.

yasmin puckerman

not even sexy ones in the shape of me?

zoe rose

Not even those

yasmin puckerman

aight

If you say so

zoe rose

You could always tell me what you wanted to do ahead of time so it’s not a surprise

yasmin puckerman

See this why you’re the smart one between us

zoe rose

So tell me.

yasmin puckerman

how bout I just keep myself ready for friday. you could tell me when to edge over text while you're out having your day whenever you want, on the dime that way by the time your birthday sex comes around I'll already be so fucking desperate for whatever you want to do to me or not do to

if I had hit you with that friday morning you woulda been mad?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

cool good

zoe rose

I would also like to dress you that day and on Sunday.

Those can be my gifts.

yasmin puckerman

I'm down but thats not your gift nice try tho

zoe rose

It will be better than any material thing you could get me.

yasmin puckerman

well you can just like it more than a legit thing, that’s fine

zoe rose

Deal.

yasmin puckerman

(laughing)

(peace) (alien) (kiss)

yasmin puckerman

heyyyooooo Happy Birthday

zoe rose

Thank you.

[ 10am ] Now edge for me.

yasmin puckerman

yeah okay. But wait, can I bring you and Marley's gift by before you leave?

zoe rose

The correct response is 'yessir'

We'll wait for you.

yasmin puckerman

aww YESSIR ok cool, thanks oh shit wait hold on. [ ... ]

(mastur.gif)

zoe rose

loved this

Good girl.

yasmin puckerman

omw

zoe rose

[ 12:37pm ] Edge again.

yasmin puckerman

yes, Sir. got you.

masturbate.gif

zoe rose

Fuck. I can't wait to fuck you tonight.

yasmin puckerman

listen YOU can't wait???

this the second time you edged today too ooor

I'm already hella ready for you, still wet since the first time

zoe rose

That's exactly how I want you. Tonight, I want you dripping.

yasmin puckerman

fuck yeah you got it what time you guys coming back? not that I'm rushing you I'm just you know, wondering

zoe rose

Around 9pm. Why? Are you desperate already?

yasmin puckerman

I'm always desperate when you say you're going to fuck me

zoe rose

Is that so? I'll keep that in mind every time I say that.

yasmin puckerman

you gonna be thinkin about me thinkin about you?

zoe rose

I can absolutely admit to that.

yasmin puckerman

dope that mean I got you wet too?

you got any hints about you're planning to enjoy this birthday sex?

zoe rose

I haven't decided yet. There will most certainly be some choking and humiliation involved. Perhaps I'll suffocate you with my pussy.

yasmin puckerman

well damn catch me making sure this seats all clean for you, Sir.

I don't even need air

zoe rose

I’ll be sure to remember that.

[ 2:54pm ] Again.

yasmin puckerman

mastur.gif

can you see how wet I am? these panties been done for, i'm gonna have to change before I head out

zoe rose

Actually, don’t even wear underwear. And wear a skirt. I’m not done with you.

yasmin puckerman

tf am I gonna get a skirt fro yes, Sir

yasmin puckerman

[ 20 minutes later ]

zero underwear, promise

zoe rose

Good girl. As soon as you get to where you’re going, you’re going to slip into the bathroom to edge for me.

yasmin puckerman

imma have to go wipe my thighs anyway so, might as well

zoe rose

Good, I like that you're dripping.

[ 7:21pm ] I'm on my way back. Edge again.

yasmin puckerman

fuck sorry, there was a line for the bathroom

(mastur.gif)

how long does it take to get back, Sir?

zoe rose

I'll be back in my room in less than thirty minutes.

yasmin puckerman

bet. I'm gonna be waiting there wait no, do you need a min?

nah i'm just gonna be waiting th

zoe rose

By the time I get to my room, I expect you kneeling in front of my door.

yasmin puckerman

oh than fu

yes, Sir. you got it. Imma be there.

zoe rose

Good girl.

yasmin puckerman

Did you know it was mothers day?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

I didn't now I feel like a dick

zoe rose

It's not too late to call her.

yasmin puckerman

I'm waiting for my brother to finish

zoe rose

He beat you to it?

yasmin puckerman

The first time ion think either of us got through but yeah, he did

It's okay, she'll still love me

zoe rose

I'm sure you're fine.

yasmin puckerman

Yeah it was fine, she wasn't mad I told her about Disney Thanks for the invite today

zoe rose

Thank you for indulging Marley.

yasmin puckerman

Nah, that's light work she made it really fun

zoe rose

Yes but there was a lot of things I wouldn't with her that you did.

yasmin puckerman

I had a good time so, it's np did you?

zoe rose

I enjoyed you and Marley having a good time.

yasmin puckerman

I guess thats not a no

zoe rose

It doesn't matter because it wasn't for me. The person who was supposed to enjoy it did and that's all that I wanted.

yasmin puckerman

what would you do for your birthday if it was just for you? besides me, obviously

zoe rose

Sitting on the beach, drinking and smoking. Then maybe a car show or something later in the night. Before coming going home with you for birthday sex.

yasmin puckerman

you wanna do that next weekend? the retirement homies around this island are always having car shits, bet theres something

zoe rose

Yes. Please.

yasmin puckerman

dope I only work until 1 sat

zoe rose

Then you're under my orders for the rest of the weekend.

yasmin puckerman

yes, Sir. I mean, except I got a 6 to close sunday but beside that it'll be dope

zoe rose

We can hit the beach again before you go into work.

yasmin puckerman

you look good on the beach, so I'm down

zoe rose

I'll get the cooler ready.

yasmin puckerman

you wanna dress me?

zoe rose

For the car show? Yes.

yasmin puckerman

cool I like when you do that

zoe rose

Good. I like it too.

yasmin puckerman

loved this

yasmin puckerman

Can this be a regular thing?

zoe rose

You being mine for the weekend?

yasmin puckerman

yeah. Exactly that

zoe roseB

I want that too.

yasmin puckerman

I just might have to work sometimes. Like we did this weekend tho that’s cool, yeah?

zoe rose

I think it worked out this weekend like that.

yasmin puckerman

I think so too, Sir

it was dope

zoe rose

I think so too.

yasmin puckerman

From Saturday morning next week?

zoe rose

Yes, standing orders.

yasmin puckerman

yes, Sir

zoe rose

Good girl. Goodnight, Yas.

yasmin puckerman

Goodnight

yasmin puckerman

hey

morning or whatever

zoe rose

Good morning, Yas.

yasmin puckerman

What you up to today? Besides dumbass class

zoe rose

Just that. Bored out of my fucking mind, you?

yasmin puckerman

mood. same. everyone is always like, you don’t even enjoy the kink classes? Like I’m obviously only taking kink classes. It’s still book work and listening so, I’m still

zoe rose

Especially in the intro classes.

yasmin puckerman

I joined a study group

zoe rose

For what reason?

yasmin puckerman

to copy ppls work also I like the girl running it, she’s sweet

zoe rose

I should have known there was a cute/sweet girl involved.

yasmin puckerman

at least I know what motivates me blonde and everything

zoe rose

And here I thought I was the one set in my ways

yasmin puckerman

whats your thing? brats who are full of themselves

zoe rose

That one is actually new.

yasmin puckerman

hmm, getting adventurous

zoe rose

Seems so.

yasmin puckerman

well I'm hella happy to help

zoe rose

Send me a pic

yasmin puckerman

of me like right now?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

zoe rose

liked this

Good angle.

yasmin puckerman

I’m hella sexy from all angles so, thank you

zoe rose

Yes, you are.

yasmin puckerman

Send me one, Sir?

zoe rose

Say please.

yasmin puckerman

Please, Sir?

zoe rose

Good girl.

yasmin puckerman

thanks

saves image

yasmin puckerman

Mind if I kick it with you between a class today or sum?

zoe rose

No. Bored?

yasmin puckerman

Imma see if you’ll let me ask nicely to go down on you.

zoe rose

Ask nicely and we'll see.

yasmin puckerman

If I start saying what I know you’ll say before you say it, that gonna piss you off?

zoe rose

I'm not making any promises.

yasmin puckerman

damn, cause you know I’d like it

zoe rose

So go ahead and try me. What will I say?

yasmin puckerman

hb I just count my lucky stars today and ask where I should meet you? So I can ask properly

zoe rose

My place.

yasmin puckerman

okay cool thanks, Sir

zoe rose

liked this

zoe rose

Today is my turn to ask if I can go down on you between classes.

yasmin puckerman

wait you’re ASKING me???

say pleas

Uh, hell yes I don’t gotta jump through a hoop first?

zoe rose

No. I just want your pussy on my mouth.

yasmin puckerman

fuck yes wherever you want, Sir.

zoe rose

Your room exactly three minutes after our second class ends.

yasmin puckerman

I'll be right on time

zoe rose

Good girl.

yasmin puckerman

I work til 9 tomorrow, you gonna be busy?

zoe rose

I am not. Are you wanting to start our weekend early?

yasmin puckerman

Yes please

zoe rose

Yes, come over after work.

yasmin puckerman

cool also I gotta reup pls, at least a Q

zoe rose

Alright just send me the 70

yasmin puckerman

thanks

zoe rose

liked this

[ ... ]

unliked this

What do you want to do tomorrow night?

yasmin puckerman

you wanna go out?

zoe rose

Out to a club?

yasmin puckerman

yeah, I could get changed at work, meet you back at campus?

zoe rose

Yes. I'll come by your play before you go to work. Pick out when you're going to wear for the night.

yasmin puckerman

okay dope yes, Sir How was your week?

zoe rose

It was satisfactory, no complaints. I went to class, smoked, chilled. You?

yasmin puckerman

It was good, flew by They been doing that lately

zoe rose

I like it.

yasmin puckerman

must be cause of all the relaxing I do come weekends

zoe rose

Is that what we call it? Relaxing?

yasmin puckerman

that’s what I’m calling it its relaxing for me well maybe not always in the moment, but afterward, overall, that shit

zoe rose

Yes. That makes sense.

zoe rose

You sent someone to bring me coffee?

yasmin puckerman

bomb coffee did you like it?

zoe rose

I almost slammed the door in his face.

yasmin puckerman

oh no but you didn’t?

zoe rose

His only saving grace was saying your name. Otherwise he would have gotten the coffee thrown in his face.

yasmin puckerman

damn coffee is hot

wait are you mad?

I should have told you it was coming, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that

zoe rose

I'm not mad. Just thrown off.

You should have.

yasmin puckerman

my fault, I’m sorry

did you like the coffee th

maybe I could make it up to you later?

zoe rose

You're tasked with finding a girl for both of us to fuck at the club.

yasmin puckerman

yes Sir hell yes I'm all over it, any preferences?

zoe rose

Your type. I want to watch you dom someone.

yasmin puckerman

fuck okay yup, I'll keep my eye out

zoe rose

Good. Do you like the dress I chose for you tonight?

yasmin puckerman

Imma look so fine

I like everything you pick for me

zoe rose

I like everything I pick for you too.

yasmin puckerman

[ later ] I got her

coming back rn

zoe rose

I'm in Private Room 6.

yasmin puckerman

okay damn, perfect is this gonna be a just me her thing? or like a me her... me her you?

zoe rose

I'm only watching tonight.

yasmin puckerman

cool, okay dope just give me like 5 mins, Sir?

zoe rose

5 min and not a second more.

yasmin puckerman

yes, Sir

zoe rose

liked this

yasmin puckerman

I know I just left but, can I come over?

zoe rose

You really should have just stayed with me the extra day.

yasmin puckerman

I thought I'd be a big girl and sleep in my own bed tonight but nah

zoe roseBOT — 05/31/2021

Come here.

yasmin puckerman

yes, Sir

zoe rose

liked this

JUNE

yasmin puckerman

do you wanna fuck me at lunch, Sir? please? I'm in a hella bad mood

zoe rose

No. I’m not in the mood.

yasmin puckerman

okay you good?

zoe rose

Yes. Why are you in a bad mood?

yasmin puckerman

because it feels like a Monday

and I'm irritating

zoe rose

You’re irritating?

yasmin puckerman

YES me.

annoying tf out of my self

zoe rose

Take a smoke break. You'll feel better.

yasmin puckerman

you're so fucking right oh shit, thats why! I slept in so I didn't have time to this morning

zoe rose

You're welcome.

yasmin puckerman

i thought I was just in a fight with me thanks, your wisdom is plentiful

zoe rose

liked this

We got this new strand, Skywalker OG. You want?

yasmin puckerman

hell yes and also yes please

zoe rose

Good girl. You'll be getting Chinese food later on tonight.

yasmin puckerman

okay dope but I might only be able to swing a 8th rn, I gotta check the funds

zoe rose

Pay me back next paycheck.

yasmin puckerman

music to my ears

zoe rose

Mhm.

yasmin puckerman

you were def right

and I hella want to kiss you

I feel better now

zoe rose

Good.

yasmin puckerman

hey

zoe rose

Hello.

yasmin puckerman

fuck I wasn’t expecting that

zoe rose

I know.

yasmin puckerman

is this an invite? or am I being teased?

zoe rose

It's always an invite.

yasmin puckerman

yeah always? I get out of work in 55 minutes.

zoe rose

Not that you're counting or anything.

yasmin puckerman

yeah I am def counting 54 minutes

zoe rose

And how long does it take you to get here?

yasmin puckerman

20 mins ish

zoe rose

Door's open. Come into the bedroom naked.

yasmin puckerman

hell yeah yes Sir.

zoe rose

liked this

yasmin puckerman

holy shit the pride tourist wave has hit grovekey it's been so fucking busy

zoe rose

Are you getting paid more?

yasmin puckerman

[ backdated ] I wish I was bout to go on a break though so I got a solid 15 mins to sit my ass down

zoe rose

Only a couple more hours. FT while I roll?

yasmin puckerman

I was just about to ask that

3 more mins and I’m headed out back.

zoe rose

Yes. Just call.

[ see here ]

yasmin puckerman

I just rolled a fatty, want me to come by?

zoe rose

Yes.

yasmin puckerman

Orange soda?

zoe rose

Yes, please.

yasmin puckerman

Dope. I'll be there in 5

hold on munchies kicked in and I'm staring into this vending machine like it owns my life do you think I want a reeses or a kit kat?

zoe rose

I thought you were waiting to smoke with me. We both want Reeses.

yasmin puckerman

nah I said I rolled I had one ready one my way home before I showered and changed maybe I should go with skittles. that meatball sub I had at work is not sittin right, chocolate probably wont help

Or them little mini cookies

zoe rose

Mhm. Not cookies, you just said chocolate won't help.

yasmin puckerman

so I don’t work sat but there’s an alum event I want to hit up at 7, do I need to ask permission or some s that cool with you Sir?

zoe rose

Which event is that?

yasmin puckerman

poker night

well it’s a men’s only thing but I wanna see if they’d let me ride and I’m cute or whatever, I’m sure I can convince somebodies rich daddy

zoe rose

Okay. You’re still ordered to my room after.

yasmin puckerman

dope It goes to 11 but I don’t think I’ll need that long to clean up$$ and head out

zoe rose

Where is it going to be held?

yasmin puckerman

someone said it was gonna be at that oak club place

zoe rose

Will you need an escort?

yasmin puckerman

yeah I will

zoe rose

Want it to be me?

yasmin puckerman

hell yeah I was gonna just figure something out but that’d be dope I’m so mf good at poker

just gotta find out what the buy in is so I’m prepared.

zoe rose

if there's a difference you can't make, I got you

yasmin puckerman

If it come to that, I’ll give it right back after I triple it

zoe rose

Alright.

Which seminars are you signing up for?

yasmin puckerman

Just the switch one if I’m gonna be forced into an extra class this week at least it’s Miss Bakers she aight

zoe rose

That's smart.

yasmin puckerman

you pick any?

zoe rose

I'm looking now. I might just do the TPE class since it's in my wheelhouse.

yasmin puckerman

yeah might be interesting, good thinking

zoe rose

Besides me dressing you, have you ever experienced TPE in the submissive role?

yasmin puckerman

nah but, I’m taking that intro class right now

zoe rose

I want to explore that with you.

yasmin puckerman

like an all day thing?

zoe rose

Starting with a few rules. Then leading up to an all day thing.

#yasmin #texts: yasmin #texts: part three #( kiss it better )

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ladyblogger-margie · 4 years ago

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Helping Hands

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: F!Reader has a broken arm as she and her fiance Will try to pack up their home in order to move to a new one. Luckily Frankie, Pope, and Benny come over to help, giving Will and F!Reader to have some alone time.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY (oral F!Recieving, fingering,)

Word Count: 1325

Prompt: Moving Day

a/n: Writing and posting every single day really is a challenge for me, but Will Miller helps me stay on schedule.

MY MASTERLIST

You groaned when you tried to fold towels using your broken arm, the pain rushing through your whole side.

Will ran into the room at your pained sound.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asked, rushing to your side.

“It’s just towels, and there’s so much left to do before we move,” you explained, clutching your arm to your stomach.

“You have a broken arm, I don’t expect you to do anything,” Will explained before he gave you a kiss.

“I broke my arm slipping in the driveway, hardly a reason to put our life on hold,” you said, reaching for another towel.

Will snatched the towel before you could and folded it and packed it away as you had planned to.

“I’m not talking about putting our life on hold, we’re going to stay engaged, and we’re going to move tomorrow as planned,” he promised, “But you’re not going to do any of the hard work.”

“So who is going to pick up my slack?” you asked.

Right on cue, Will’s brother Benny crashed through the front door followed by your friends Frankie and Pope. They were carrying beer, empty boxes, and packing tape.

“Where do we start?” Frankie asked, looking around.

You felt a lump rise in your throat. You were always so touched whenever these guys showed up. Their bond with each other was unshakable, and you were always surprised when that bond extended out to include you.

Will turned to you, “You direct, we’ll follow.”

“Wait,” Benny said, “Before we get started there is something we have to do first.”

He pulled out a sharpie from his back pocket, and signed your cast in big, blocky letters. He passed the pen to Frankie who signed it also. His was a little messy but very legible. When it was Pope’s turn, he signed his name like an autograph.

Pope passed the pen to Will who signed it ‘Fiancé’ and gave you a kiss.

“Okay,” Will announced, clapping his hands, “Let’s get to work.”

You set the boys to work organizing and packing the living room. Will’s massive paperback book collecting taking up plenty of space in the boxes.

Will whispered in your ear, “We’ll tackle the bedroom.”

He led you away as Benny set up some music on a portable speaker to keep the pace moving.

In the bedroom he barely waited for the door to click shut before he wrapped you in his arms, mindful of your cast as he kissed you deeply.

You broke the kiss, “Will, we have so much to do.”

“We’ll get it done, I just want you, let me take care of you a little. Consider it a well earned break,” he said, leading you to the edge of the bed.

You didn’t have it in you to resist any further so you kissed him deeply, running your tongue gently across his lower lip.

He opened his mouth against yours, his hot breath mingling with your own as he pushed your tongue with his. His hands travelled to your ass, taking a handful and squeezing.

He guided you to lay back on the bed with your feet still on the floor while being careful of your arm. He pulled your shorts down to your ankles and ran his fingers up your legs softly causing you to shiver under his touch.

You watched him lick his lips at the sight of you and you felt the wetness grow between your legs. He ran his finger over the wet spot of your panties with a barely audible moan.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me and stay nice and quiet?” he asked you, his voice low and husky with need.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes what?” he asked with a firm tone.

“Yes, Sir,” you said, your voice so quiet you barely heard yourself.

“Good girl,” he said, his face pressed against your inner thigh. His beard scratched your sensitive skin there.

Then he sucked your clit hard through your panties and you smacked yourself in the face with your cast.

“Ow! Fuck,” you said, unable to help yourself.

Will sprang up and hovered over you, overwhelming concern in his eyes.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” his voice as concerned as his face betrayed.

You rubbed your nose with your uninjured hand as you said, “I’ll live. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a sound.”

You bit your lip as you looked up at him sheepishly.

He smiled at you, amused and lovingly.

“I’ll forgive you this time, because you’re hurt,” he said, crawling back between your legs.

You smiled smugly at him, watching his tongue trace along the edges of your panties, now completely soaked through.

He pushed your panties to the side and licked a long stipe up your dripping cunt and you threw your head back, biting your lips hard to stay quiet.

He slipped his tongue inside you, rubbing your clit with his nose as he did. As he tongue fucked you, you rocked your hips against his face, feeling the heat grow inside you.

You reached out with the intention of grabbing his hair, a favourite move of yours, but instead you accidentally smack him hard in the head with your heavy cast. This action had you both grunting in pain.

“Oh shit,” you said, mortified and apologetic, “Will, baby, I’m so sorry.”

Will looked up at you, your slick covering his beard, “It’s fine,” and his voice and face was sincere enough you actually believed him, even if you still felt guilty.

“We can give up, I’m a human wrecking ball,” you sighed.

“Sweetheart, I’m not in the habit of leaving you unsatisfied, and I’m not gonna let a little enthusiasm hold me back now if you want me to continue,” he said, gripping the back of your thighs firmly.

“If you’re sure,” you said, smiling down at him again, watching as he slipped not one, but two fingers deep inside you.

You watched as he pumped his fingers deep inside you, swirling them around to hit your G-spot in a steady, breathtaking rhythm.

It took all of your remaining self control to hold still and be quiet as he returned his mouth to your clit, licking and sucking in time with his fingers deep inside of you. He built up your orgasm until your peak came crashing down over you, your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you bit your lip hard. Will lapped up your juices, quietly slurping against your heat.

You caught your breath as Will adjusted your panties back into position. He kissed your inner thighs as he pulled your shorts back up. When your heart stopped pounding in your chest, it fluttered when Will locked his eyes to yours.

“You were such a good girl for me, sweetheart, did you enjoy that?” he asked you.

You nodded and pulled him up to kiss him on his still wet mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. You could feel him smile against you as you held him close to you with your one good arm.

You sighed deep and said, “Maybe we should get back to packing.”

He nodded reluctantly, “Don’t worry, we’ll pick this back up later tonight.”

He helped you stand and you led him back to the main room.

“How are you guys doing out here?” you asked them.

Benny revealed that most of the work out there was done.

“What’s next, boss?” Pope asked.

“Kitchen?” you said and led the way.

You heard Frankie hold Will back and say, “Ironhead, you’ve got a little, um, something in your beard there.”

Then you felt your cheeks warm as Will laughed low and deep like you liked, but you didn’t turn around to watch him wipe his face. You’re sure you’d get your chance later like he promised, and for now, there was still plenty to do as you nursed your broken arm and full heart.

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Stars Unearth Your Fires (ch2/?)

Title: Stars Unearth Your Fires (Ch 2/?)

Fandom: DCU, Teen Titans, Red Robin (preboot)

Rating: PG | Words: 1200 approx | a03 link

Summary: Tim Drake never thought of himself as a troublemaker as far as Robins go. But a passing accusation quickly escalates into a case of stolen memories, technologically backwards clues from his past self, interdimensional hijinks, reflections on the good old days, and possibly the rekindling of a foregone romance. Eventually Tim/??? Mystery ship!

A/N: I ask that any fashion nerds reading this forgive me for my fake fashion week plot device. Lets just say the DCU has extra fashion weeks bc magic and leave it at that. Thanks again to @kiragecko for the beta!

"Wait, dude. Scrappy Doo hacked your diary?"

"It wasn't a diary, Kon. But, kinda."

"A lockable device on which you record your private thoughts you share with no one? Soundslikeadiary,man. Youshouldembraceit."

"I could repeat lectures verbatim from Diana about refusing to be shamed for traditionally feminine things that are actually emotionally reinforcing, but I think I'll spare you since you're not fooling anybody."

He could have come alone, but he had returned their texts on a whim, and when they had learned he was going to scavenge their old HQ at Happy Harbor... well, there was no stopping the remnant of Young Justice otherwise known as his best friends.

"It was more like a smartwatch jam packed with ridiculous hardware and old ipod levels of memory that I had filled with work reminders, but whatever."

Cassie and Bart had a point. But the truth was, the closest thing he really had to a diary was the dozens of hand-written letters he had written essentially screaming at his father. Letters he had tossed in the fire before he could be tempted to actually leave them where the (now dead, now lost) man could find them.

But some things remained too raw to share.

"Hey," Cassie was the first to touch her toe down on the threshold (Normally, Bart would beat her, but he had allowed himself to be a bit distracted, fully zipping around a couple laps to check out external changes).

Cassie started entering the old security codes without a hitch. She was not even thinking about it, and it gave Tim a tiny surprising warm fuzzy tingle in the chest, "Damian didn't use anything in it against you, did he? Trying to dig up crap on--"

Tim allowed himself a chuckle, "No. Assuming he did manage to read any of my entries, I would have paid money to watch him try to figure out what any of it meant."

"Oooh," Bart zipped back, and darned if he wasn’t talking faster and faster, allowing his own nostalgic excitement to kick in, "Did you write it in a code?"

"Sort of."

Kon was floating by the graffiti wall. It didn’t matter how many times they cleaned it, "Hanson Sucks" would always reappear as if by magic. Tim used to suspect Bart solely, but looking back, (and looking at Kon's face now) he suspected a little differently.

The guy's grin has a bit of the ol' Kid when he glanced over his shoulder, "You didn't just write it in code, you wrote it in SLANG, didn't you. Yes, you did."

Tim snorted. But denied nothing. There was no point.

"Bet it was like 90% rap references."

"Ooh, don't underestimate Tim's eclectic-ness, Bart. There was no doubt a healthy dose of Enya lyrics entwined in there."

Bart's nose scrunched, "Enya? Seriously, Tim?"

"Hey," Cassie interjected, "I like Enya."

"You also like country music and boy bands dangerously similar to Hanson. It's okay, Cass. Weloveyouanyway."

The rules for Gotham and his team had always been different. While clever hiding spaces had been a practically intellectual game in his home city, sometimes the trick to hiding something in YJ HQ was to just place it somewhere really dumb.

“The girl’s locker room, Rob? Really?”

“You never looked for any of my toys here, so clearly, it worked.”

The locker combination was Steph’s birthday. Something his teammates had no reason to know and something Batman and Nightwing might overlook. Or at least, they would have overlooked it back then. Maybe he should change it. Did it matter? Would he ever have cause to use this thing again? It was worth thinking about, but not something for just yet.

The lock released with an obnoxious clack and the door swung open with a creak. There were some things in his life that Tim kept meticulously clean, but no locker had ever been on the list. His crumpled extra Robin uniform tumbled out along with a collection of scratched CD’s, multi-sided dice, hand-drawn diagrams of team formations covered over by Bart’s doodling, and a cracked baseball bat.

At least his uniform had been through the wash before he stuffed it in there. Small favors from his former self. Tim carefully unrolled the Kevlar cape, tumbling his old wrist computer into his palm.

He would need to replace the battery. Specifically, remove the battery, and carefully charge it, then place it back into the device. He was not going to risk synching the thing—even to the old YJ mainframe—by plugging it into the computer directly. Maybe he was being paranoid. Hm. Not the worst thing to be.

“So…” Kon interrupted, “You gonna tell us what’s up?”

His first—heh—impulse was to be cryptic, but he swallowed it down. These were his friends.

“I was singled out by those Gatekeepers. I want to know why. When I checked the dates, I realized all of our computer records were compromised. I think… I think a more personal record might have escaped their notice.”

A moment of silence. He would have enjoyed the rarity of quiet in the old YJ cave of all things, but they were looking at him with a high-alert concern that was on the edge of tipping into horror.

“Woah. The bat-computers were compromised? Holy Hera, Tim.”

“DoyouthinkitwastheGatekeepers? You do. You totallythinkitwastheGatekeepers.”

Tim nodded, “Yeah. I do.”

“So what, man? You think they waved their triple-joined finger and just…?” Kon waved his own hand.

“Erased a week—maybe more—of events that happened while our reality was colliding with something outside of our own multiverse. And in a room with you, the Flashes, Booster Gold, and Guy Gardner; the person they expected to cause trouble was me.”

“And you can’t remember because they probably also erased our memories.” Cassie inferred.

Kon nodded until Tim’s earlier comment sank home, “Hey wait, whattaya mean ‘with me’?”

Bart giggled, “Oh, as if you don’t remember what you were like back then.”

Kon sighed as Bart and then Cassie joined in on ruffling his hair. They had to be fast. And reach up on their tip toes to do it. But Kon let them for a good half of a second.

“Ok. Point taken.”

The wait for the charger to hit green felt like an eternity. Plenty of time for the ambiance of the old cave to slip from nostalgia to haunting. Bart had opened up an entire closet of junk—chemicals, paint, mechanical insects—that he had apparently collected with Greta. Kon had dusted off Anita’s old masseuse table, only to find that no one was really in the mood to hop on it. Cassie found an old set of brass knuckles that belonged to Slo-bo, but quietly set them down when she noticed their discoloration was due to dried blood.

Nobody messed with the dusty arrows kept in hopeful little spaces. Nobody looked at the archer’s targets. At least, no one looked when others were looking.

Tim sighed and watched as Cassie floated around, fidgeting. He remembered how hard she had clung to the idea of Cissie returning to the hero life, terrified that her best friend would grow distant as a result. Tim had… been more optimistic. At the time.

He knew where their old friends were. He knew Greta Hayes was a freshman in college now. That they girl they had once called Secret had impressed the entire faculty of St. Elias with her ability to catch up and surpass academic basics. He knew that while she excelled in her math and science classes, she enjoyed the chaos and the friendships she found in her drama electives. He knew because her teachers kept good notes that were easy to hack.

He knew Anita took odd jobs to support the two tiny children that were her de-aged parents. She would put on her old Empress costume on occasion, when crime had the gaul to come to her doorstep, but lived quietly in Louisiana for the most part. Supergirl had been the last hero to come into contact with her, and told him all about it.

None of them had really had the chance to feel close to Ray, but Tim knew that didn’t make them special. Ray Terrill’s profile with the Justice League displayed a new team every year. He had run with reserve units, the JSA, Freedom Fighters, and more.

Then there was Cissie, Arrowette, the girl who took them by all by surprise once every few months as her face appeared on a cereal box, in an energy drink commercial, or on a motivational poster in a sporting goods store. Because nothing sold that stuff better than an Olympic archer who had looks as well as accuracy.

It wasn't a painful thing for Tim personally. Hell, there had been a time when he thought he was headed for a similar path, a time when he thought retirement for himself was a strong possibility, just a few years away. But he knew better now. And he knew that Bart always bought things with her name or her face on them, but didn't actually look at them. And that when Cassie heard her voice blaring from the TV, she would stare mournfully at an old number in her phone before putting it away unused. As much as they would wish otherwise, Cissie King-Jones had drifted away from them.

Not that Tim didn’t also fit the drifter profile to an extent. The thought hit him hard. He hadn’t been to the Tower in over a two months, but like a dog with a bone, the Titans had refused to let him stay out of touch. Even when Dick had the bright idea of sending Damian to the tower, to try to get him to interact with ‘younger’ heroes—because apparently Dick could’t be bothered to remember that he was sending an eleven year old to socialize with a crew that no longer possessed a member under the age of sixteen—his friends had reached out, insisting that Red Robin was the only Robin on their roster.

It was humbling, and it put a scratch in this throat and a watery heat behind his eyes that—

BEEP!

Charging complete.

Bart zipped toward the outlet, and hopped on his toes while waiting for Tim to unplug the device. He felt Conner and Cassie join in hovering behind him as he began to skim through the files. There was only one that matched what they were looking for, with its simple text repeated in the space-tab code.

R E M I N D E R S

Dig up 8th grade time capsule

Go 2 fashion show @ Hollywood Mall. Compare/Contrast costume

Be outside July 4th

Go 2 most romantic city on July 15th

“That’s it?” blurted Kon and Bart at once.

“Fashion show?” Cassie scratched her head.

Tim sighed, “I was watching out for key word triggers. I think.”

Bart frowned, “Like, if you actually said anything close to what you meant, you were worried the Gatekeepers or whoever would notice and erase everything like they did with the Batcomputer?”

Tim nodded, “The ‘reminders’ are literally reminders. Straightforward intel would be too dangerous.”

“‘Cause God forbid your lil’ bitty bat-self actually tell your future self what was going on.” Kon huffed impatiently.

Cassie elbowed him in the ribs.

Kon hissed. “Sorry! Too dangerous. I get it.”

Cassie raised her brows and let it go. “So, what are you going to do?”

Tim shrugged, “Do what they tell me to and hope they help me remember, I guess.”

Bart looked up from his phone, “Better hope the ‘reminders’ don’t have to go in order, Tim.”

Tim winced, “Why?”

Cassie looked over Bart’s shoulder at his screen, “Because the only major summer fashion demonstration in California hits the runway in about 12 hours. Woah.”

Tim powered down the wrist tech. He didn’t like the idea of going out of order, but only two of the reminders had actual dates attached. At least he had opened the file right before July. Small favors.

“Fine. Mall first. Grab some food and rest and meet back with me in—“

“Only if you do,” Cassie’s eyes were narrowed.

“Yeah, man. No caffeinated all-nighters.”

“Kon and I will tuckyouinifwehaveto.”

Tim snorted, “Fine.

It messed with his plans, but if he was being honest, Cass was in town, and Steph had mentioned to Dick in the cave that she was done with her freshman comp essay. Red Robin wasn’t strictly necessary when Blackbat and Batgirl were around to help out.

He did his best to take it as the impromptu bit of fortune it was.

He didn’t let it hurt.

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