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realisticpregerotica · 9 days ago

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Reconnected

18+ MDNI

2.7k words

Contains: Pregnant sex, MF sex, oral sex, light lactation

Marshall remembered Jane. They were in the same classrooms, they might have even done a project together and exchanged numbers to work on it after school. Even after their classes were over they added each other on facebook. Maybe he would have made a move, but even during the time he had known her she was still attached to

Through casual glances on their facebook feeds they would be updated on milestones in their changing lives. Marshall saw The pictures of her trips to the Caribbean, her office parties, and eventually pictures of her engagement ring and with her fiance to her side. And in less than a year, a beautiful wedding.

It was only natural that a decade and some change later Jane was expecting a child with her husband. The pictures of her positive pregnancy test were followed by a sonogram of her peanut sized child. When he recalled the brief memories he had in high school his head began to spin. Somebody that he had grown up with was pregnant.

Over the weeks she had beamed with pride alongside her less frequent pictures of her husband. Despite his conflicted feelings of seeing Jane’s growing body on his timeline he knew it was unethical to contact her for the selfish reasons of his hidden fetish. She had worked so hard to start this family and become a good wife and mother.

That was, until the news had broken in private stories. Her husband had sent her divorce papers in her second trimester. That confidence seemed to fade as life updates revealed that her smile had lost its shine until the pictures stopped following altogether until one day he saw her name show up on the Springfield Dating group.

‘Hello everybody! I’m new to dating. I’ve been a resident here my whole life.

Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. I’m pregnant, and this is an old picture. My husband and I are separated. I’m looking into getting into dating again…’

And into a leap of faith, he sent the first message.

A half hour had passed since the time they had agreed on. Marshall had accepted the loss and had lived with the thought of knowing that he tried. Right when he began to make peace with his night alone a woman sounded like she had bumbled into the glass door.

Rather, only one part of her body entered the room before she did. And as she entered he saw the composition of her outfit beyond the outstretched fabric that slung her heavy midsection. She wore a lacy red dress, one not meant to accommodate the weight of a woman so far along her pregnancy. Her outstretched belly had forced the middle of her shirt to ride up her thighs with every step, threatening to reveal her underwear. She caught Marshall’s eyes and the man waved her over.

Shit… Shit! Shitshitshit-

The way that she clumsily made her way to their two person table made Marshall lose any composure that he could have conjured over his sudden moment of preparation. “Unf-” Jane huffed upon landing against the chair in front of him.

“I’m so sorry! It took a lot longer to get ready than I thought it would!” As she sat down gravity acted accordingly against the curves of her heavy body, bobbing against her hardly contained body. The impact of her landing made her breasts begin to spill from the top of her chestline. She pulled her dress upwards, as if she’d been dealing with this wardrobe malfunction all night.

“No worries! I’m glad you could make it.” He slid her chair in, making her jump with the sudden reveal of how heavy she was, not that Marshall noticed. He was too focused on regaining his composure.

Don’t make it all about her pregnancy, weirdo.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. Very, very pregnant, as you could see.” The exasperation in her voice made Marshall's heart skip a beat as her fingertips ran along either pole of her belly. It was going to be a very long night.

It began recalling their old high school days. When the topic of the one semester had dried they moved on to the last decade they had. Her divorce did come up, but it was through the lens of deep regret for anything other than the children she was more than prepared to mother. By the time the check came around Marshall was ready to drop the question

“Hey. I… Um, don’t live too far around here. If I could save you a trip in the dark.” Jane paused under the shadow of the night, where she was just confident enough that she could hide her excitement. “My ex hasn’t gotten all of his stuff out of our home yet. I’m really sick of living with all of his junk.” She was rambling. “I guess, I’m saying,” She swallowed.

“Please?”

The drive back to Marshall’s apartment was quiet with unclear expectations in the front seat. The end of their trip ended with an elevator trip to the second floor of Marshall’s complex.

“Can I get you anything?”

“... Yeah…” Jane replied. “Is your bed more comfortable than your couch?” Any time that he had tried to avoid coming face to face with his desire for her body Jane had only reeled him in closer. If she pressed any harder he wasn’t sure how much harder he could hide it.

They made their way into Marshall's room where Jane cautiously invited herself on Marshall's bed. Carefully scanning for his reaction. “It's a bit of a tight fit… I was so worried about getting it on that I had no idea how I was going to take it off.”

I have to tell her. She has to know that I'm only here physically and that she is everything that I've ever wanted.

“Oof~” Jane sighed as the zipper practically undid itself under the weight of her massive breasts. Her skin shined in Marshall’s moonlit bedroom. The dress had really clung onto the widest part of her belly. With persistence, the cloth finally came free, exposing the figure of the heavily pregnant woman before him

“It’s a lot… Isn’t it?” Jane’s voice softened. Her grip around her dress tightened as she got prepared to hide the blossoming round of her life bearing body.

“N-no.” Marshall’s hands laid on top of hers. With no resistance at all, her wrists lowered. The rest of Jane’s pregnant body was liberated from the ties of her ill fitting dress. Marshall couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as he helped slide the rest of the outfit down her widened hips. The way he looked so intently made Jane’s heart race with eagerness. Her body became nothing more but an obligation for her ex-husband

Marshall braced himself, hyper aware of what it would look like if he acted too quickly. Every inch closer to her body felt like another foot closer to the sun. Who knew if he would ever have a woman like Jane in his bedroom ever again

“May I?” Jane nodded. Marshall’s hands carefully explored the object of desire nestled into her midsection.

“H-haa.” Her skin still yielded slightly. He relished the amount of space her round belly occupied. He felt the sides of her belly that distended from her swollen midsection. Of course it did, she still had a couple of months to go. He could feel his heartbeat against his throat so hard that Marshall was scared that every exhale would expose the excitement her gravid body gave him.

She was in the company of a person who shared just as much excitement towards her body as she had. His touch was indulgent, ready to feel the swell of life she had carried for 7 whole months in her womb. The external focus sent a tingle down her spine that got a moan from her lips as she pushed her midsection further into his hands.

His hands explored the area right below her bellybutton, lower, and lower until he caught the waistline of the fabric of her panties. Another obstacle that Jane assisted to remove. The pregnant mother laid against his sheets, exposed before him.

“I’m sorry. My belly… Makes it hard for me to shave…” Her hands covered her face in embarrassment but her legs stayed spread open, not daring to close themselves an inch. Enticed by the warmth of her juicy sex Marshall couldn’t wait any longer. His tongue indulged to feel every inch of her pussy.

For the first time in many months Jane’s neglected body filled with pleasure. Her body worked overtime for a cocktail of oxytocin. All of the stresses in her life melted away into pleasure against the most sensitive parts of her pussy. The missing piece of what she needed for a healthy pregnancy.

“Oh f-fuck!” Jane stammered. She tried to shove her body downwards to thrust her pregnant pussy into Marshall’s face. Her position pushed the weight of her unborn child against her vagina. The further she arched the more of her third trimester belly rested against Marshall’s forehead.

His senses were surrounded by her. He couldn’t help himself as he undid the button of his dress pants and let down his underwear. Jane could feel the quiver of his mouth against her. “I’m cumming-!” she cried as her voice was immediately cut off by the strain of an orgasm taking hold of her body for the first time in months. She stayed quiet, embarrassed to have cum so quickly she got her heavy body up to return the favor.

He shifted position in her hands and moaned as he found the side of his dick against her belly. It wasn’t anything like stroking it with his hands. Even against the head of his active, excited cock the stretched skin of her midsection was warm.

She’s pressing-

His thoughts were cut by the stimulation against her stomach as his forehead shot towards the ceiling. Jane milked the look of his pleasure, planting his member against the fleshy side of her stomach, letting him dig lightly into her soft skin. She paused, feeling the layer of wet, slippery precum that she willingly smeared against the side of her belly that lubed the side of her skin. A pause ended the overstimulation, Marshall’s breaths were ragged while locking into Jane’s eyes.

“D-do you like my body?” Jane asked. Although his cock was proof enough of this answer she needed to hear it verbally. “Yeah… I like your body a lot.” It was the truth, but Marshall’s chest ached to reveal to her the whole truth. For now his words were enough as she slowly began to navigate her body on top of him.

“Am I too heavy?” Jane asked. Marshall shook his head while he swallowed in anticipation. Her full weight made her straddle feel a lot more dense than any partner he had ever felt before. Jane's belly even pushed into him.Her thighs trembled while she found the right angle to get him to enter her warm vagina. With a heavy descent of her hips the couple simultaneously moaned. Jane for the neglect of her needy, hormonal body

Not even her exceptionally swollen folds could hide her slick vulva. He had fantasized for a long time, what the sex of a pregnant woman would feel like. He had thought of all of the cliches he had read in literature and saw in pornos. Jane’s body had delivered on every ounce of promise that pregnant sex had ever made to him.

Their hips trembled as they felt the sensations of their sexes wash over him. The feeling that engulfed Marshall was an overwhelmingly soft tightness he had never felt before. Jane's quads ached from the effort it took for her to lift her heavy body. “Mnnngggh!” Jane grinded her hips with sexual frustration as she groaned against the limits of her heavy body.

His hand placed on her hips with reassurance as he assisted the expecting mother off of his hips and onto the comfort of his mattress. Her body supported against her side he approached her from behind, his cock stimulating her sex to soft moans.

“Please tell me if I’m going too hard.” He pushed his hips into her and he felt her body lean into him for support as she groaned. His hand rested naturally atop her bump, a reminder that he was blessed with the opportunity to lay with such a beautiful woman.

With her ear against his lips as he rutted into her. “I really… Really love pregnant women…”

His confession drew a whimper from Jane’s lips. Silenced by her grunts of pleasure from the hard cock pistoning inside of her all she could do was nod enthusiastically, submitting to the pleasure of her hormonal body.

“Pregnancy is so sexy on you.” He muttered while continuing to rut into her from behind. Her body rippled so gently, sending shockwaves through her plump ass and thickened thighs. The vibrations rolled throughout her body, waking her child from within her as kicks pushed up against their mothers skin.

Her overstimulated body climbed to elation. Her body was floating. Every thrust she could feel the passion of her body being hungrily ravaged. Her belly was heavy, but supported in his hands and the soft cushion of his mattress.

“Fuh-fuck. Marshall, I’m gonna cum-!”

“Ugh… Me too!” He cried as his thrusts got harder. He grit his teeth and pumped like a rabbit as his load exploded into her, feeling every inch of her body coil around him as Jane came against the rock hard shaft. Their moans filled the room as they milked every sensation and twitch with their connected bodies.

“F-fuck. I’m trembling. I need a second before round two.” Jane chuckled as she rested on her side. Marshall’s hand laid against her belly. She spread her legs while laid up on her back, letting him into a perfect view of her bump. Her legs stayed open, she eagerly spread herself for Marshall

“Do you think you can rock them to sleep inside of their mama?” The challenge enticed her former classmate. Their moans filled the room together as his bare cock entered her swollen opening. He could feel every soft ridge of Jane’s embrace inside of her as her warmth surrounded his cock.

“Mnhhhh~” He could melt inside of her pregnant pussy. At the very tip of his penis he could feel the lip of something round and hard. As he looked down to visualize his length inside of her he envisioned the entrance of her womb where her baby resided.

Missionary made him take long strokes into her needy vagina as Jane felt every inch of his raw cock. She bit her lip as her insides clung into him needley despite cumming twice earlier in the night.

“Yessss.” She moaned hazily. Her fingers caught the tips of her massive breasts that hung on either side of her rounded midsection. She felt his insides clamp down upon him as she attacked the tips of her chocolate brown nipples, hard. Marshall saw beads of clear fluid build against her areolas. As she smeared her colostrum on her breasts it made her tits shine like lipgloss.

Jane could feel Marshall stiffen inside of her, she was desperate for him to fill her completely. “Please, fuck me harder.”

He mounted his body over hers, low enough to feel the firmness of her pregnant round against his stomach. Jane was anchored in place by his body and slammed into her hips.

“Mnnhhh-Fuck!” Jane moaned, clinging onto his back. Every thrust shook her sensitive body as he mercilessly collided into her womb. “Yesyesyes!” She hummed with the new force of his thrusts. She took every collision into her deepest parts directly into her brain.

Marshall let out a weakened groan beyond grit teeth. Jane began to squirm underneath him as her sensitive sex was getting pounded into her next orgasm. “I’m-I’m” Marshall’s throat strained as he felt the release of another load for his pregnant lover. Jane squealed and gasped as she spasmed with the sensations of her puffy vagina getting filled with his hot seed.

He removed himself from her as he looked down at her heaving body and a tired grin. Between them they could see the movements inside her stomach come to a gentle rest before the spent lovers laid together.

“Hey, I have 8 more weeks while I'm still your fetish.” Jane chuckled with a blush. He could see that confidence return in her smile. “Make the most out of it, okay?”

#preg kink #maiesiophilia #preggo kink #pregblr #pregnant #pregnancy #pregnant kink #pregnancy fiction

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bunnies-and-blues · 9 months ago

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Hello gorgeous, I hope life has been treating you well! Can I request mitsui, miyagi, sendo, and maki with a reader who likes to draw and often goes to their practice to draw them? If not or it’s too many that ok! Thank you for your consideration!🫶

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : my muse ! ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : sd boys with their artist partner ! involves hisashi mitsui + ryota miyagi, akira sendoh, and shinichi maki !

⸝⸝ note : i took a bit of liberty and made the reader their partner, i hope that's okay ! idm making a seperate post wherein reader is their friend / admirer if ever :DD

hisashi mitsui + ryota miyagi . . . seperately !

the moment you and mitsui/miyagi became a thing he just became the cockiest person in the world . like, genuinely . it was really cute and endearing at first but eventually everyone's just pissed at him t-t

even more so when he's at practice ... all of a sudden he's extra energetic and his form is beyond perfect (not that akagi's complaining; if you get them to play well then that's all for the better)

he knows that you like to draw —its even one of the reason why he likes you so much ! — and the moment he found out that you drew him during his practices ... oh my god, ego to the roof !! /pos

mitsui flashes you a devilish grin, his eyes gazing upon the quick sketches you've made of his form. "i look great," he states. he winks as he walks back towards the ring, aiming for a three-pointer. "make sure to get my good side, yeah?"

look, mitsui's all cocky and arrogant when he's in front of the others (much to their chagrin), but in private — that's a whole different story . he's consistently sending kogure and akagi photos of your art, pretty much showing them off !!

and he makes sure to thank you for all of your efforts ; he'll buy you all the art supplies you want ! (and he'll try to draw you as well, but he's not the best at it ... )

miyagi is speechless when you show him your sketchbook. across the pages are drawings of him, each pose dynamic and vivacious. he could practically feel the energy radiating from your sketches. "this is amazing," he murmurs, heart-eyed. he looks up at you. "you're amazing."

much like mitsui, he'll show your art off — but he'll show it off to everyone. the basketball team, ayako, his classmates, his family- you name it !

what can i say ? he loves you !

akira sendoh . . .

"woahh!" sendoh exclaims, his eyes alight with glee when you show him your sketchbook. he takes it in his hands, holding it as if it was the most precious thing to exist. he traces the outline of his sketched-out form with a delicate finger, his grin spreading ear-to-ear. he looks at you with crinkled eyes, his smile as bright and warm as summer sun. "these are really good ! maybe you should teach me how to draw !"

sendoh is all smiles when he saw your drawings of him . he can't help it ! believe it or not, he's seen fanart of himself alongside the countless fanmail he's received, but never before has he had someone draw him so ..

he can't describe it, really . but all he knows is that it's the best art he's ever seen ! your art was warm, each pencil stroke filled with love and care, your affection for him reflected tenderly in the careful way you drew his features.

like with mitsui and miyagi, he'll gladly show off your art to the basketball team ! and before you know it, you'll have a line of the team members asking for you to draw them as well .

shinichi maki . . .

maki stares at the compilation of sketches in his hand. admittedly, he had felt a bit downhearted when he saw that you've been drawing during their practices, feeling as if you haven't been paying him attention, but he couldn't have been more wrong. he caresses the paper with a gentle hand, then pulls you in for an embrace. "thank you, my darling," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "these are wonderful."

a gentleman through and through, maki makes sure to show his affections after receiving such a gift (even if you didn't mean it to be a gift in the first place) .

he starts giving back, taking you out on art dates and offering to buy you any art supply you want . even if you ask for just a simple pencil, he'll ensure that you get only the best quality !

unlike the other three, he'd want to keep your art of him for his eyes only . not that he's not proud of it or anything, but he just prefers for your art of him to be seen by only him ... not that it works (kiyota would find a way to snatch them from him when he's not working lmao)

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pahtoosh · 8 months ago

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the greatest form of flattery

[image ID: a gif of lloyd hansen smugly saying “right back at ya, sunshine” to a phone. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1300 words

warnings: lloyd picks you up like a lot, play fighting, bad word(hell)

a/n: my first lloyd fic! I truly don’t know what came over me—I’ve never even seen the movie. I just thought this idea was so cute and then I had so many more ideas about the dynamic lloyd would have with his little! lots of play fighting and teasing(and kisses because it’s me🤭)

pairing: lloyd hansen x gn!little!reader

summary: Lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache.

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There was little you could do to bother your Daddy. Lloyd reserved all of his patience and understanding for you. You were his little love, so precious and pure. In his eyes, anything you did came from only the best intentions. He could brag for hours about how he had the best little to ever exist, and he taught you scarcely a thing about manners. You were naturally that sweet.

You were grateful that your needs coincided with what Lloyd could give you. Your rowdy days came out when he had more energy to spare chasing you around the yard. Your quiet days fell when he was exhausted from work and only wanted to cuddle in your home’s library, speaking in hushed tones as you escaped into worlds of fantasy. But there were some days when you sought mischief. You just hoped that your Daddy was in the mood to be silly too.

The day before, you attended a birthday party for one of your little friends. It was rare that Lloyd let you partake in events like this. His protective instincts went into overdrive when you showed him the invitation. Rather than giving in to his desire to hide you away, he fell for your pleading eyes and RSVP’d under the condition that he could come along and keep a close eye on you.

An afternoon of bounce castles, water balloons, and party games left you totally knocked out. You fell asleep in the ball pit, and Lloyd climbed in not long after. He scooped you up, resting your tired head on his shoulder as he carried you to the car. He accepted the gift bag from the party host on the way out, deciding that he could also use it to hold the shoes you had taken off before diving into the ball pit.

Feeling refreshed and awake the next day, you were delighted to see the gift bag on your nightstand accompanied by your morning note from Lloyd. He wrote that the package was from your little friend and that you could open it while you waited for him to finish his meetings. You gave his signature a kiss, then placed the note alongside your collection of every note Lloyd had ever written you. He left your little watch on the nightstand too. It was the same shape as your daddy’s, but customized to fit your wrist, and it displayed a digital clock instead of an analog. The screen also had little icons that lit up during snack or nap time. You carefully put on your watch just like how your daddy taught you.

The gift bag was calling your name now. It was simply made of paper, the cartoon animal design being its only saving grace under the scrutinizing eyes of a little. The tissue paper was mostly squished, but it called to you all the same. You dumped out the contents onto your desk, excited to see what you would play with first.

There were the typical favor bag items: stickers, a bouncy ball, and a tiny plastic soldier with a parachute. The bag also had a few little games and snacks. You separated the candy from the bunch and made a mental note about which ones you wanted to eat after lunch. As for the toys, you started with a sticky hand, promptly losing it to your ceiling. The mini dog-shaped puzzle was simple, yet fun. The underwater ring toss tested the last of your patience, but the ball maze lifted your spirits once more.

There were still a few minutes left until Lloyd finished his meeting and you had already played with all the toys in the bag. Or so you thought. You held the gift bag upside down and shook it one last time, hoping for a magical little toy to distract you during your daddy’s absence. Your wish came true when a fuzzy little thing plopped out. It resembled a caterpillar so much, you half expected it to move. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t a fuzzy little creature. It was a fake mustache!

Just like daddy, you thought. You giggled to yourself imagining Lloyd’s reaction to your new look. You carefully peeled away the paper backing and stood in front of the mirror to place the mustache under your nose. The plastic hair tickled a bit, making you sneeze a couple of times. Once you shook yourself off, you practiced a few poses mimicking Lloyd’s stance. His back was always straight, and he sometimes walked with his hands behind as if he were in a museum, which looked extra silly when he was just heading to the kitchen. He also checked his watch with a certain flair and spoke with his head cocked to the side when he was in a teasing mood.

As you checked your little watch, you realized that Lloyd’s meeting would finish soon. You ran towards his office, avoiding the edges of the hallway’s carpet runner because it had a habit of tripping you. Lloyd was closing the door behind him as you barreled towards his form.

“Hey there, honey. What’s got you running like crazy, huh?” He kissed the top of your head and patted you on the back. He hadn’t noticed the mustache yet because you ran with your head tilted downwards for extra speed and hugged his legs instead of jumping into his arms.

“Missed you, Daddy,” you said, your voice muffled by his slacks.

“Aw, how sweet. Come up here, baby. Do you want some kisses?” He lifted you up, doing a double take when he saw your new accessory.

“Is that-“ Lloyd cut off his own sentence as he burst into laughter. He hugged you close and gave you a few kisses in between his chuckles.

You beamed. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Lloyd nodded, pursing his lips to contain his laughter.

“Now I look like you!”

“Hey now, Daddy’s mustache looks nothing like that,” he defended.

“Does so!” You wiggled out of his arms and struck one of the poses you had practiced. “If you wanna make an omelet-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you.” Lloyd lifted you up and blew a raspberry on your stomach, making you squeal.

“Da- aahh! That tickles!”

“Shame,” he teased, continuing his attack.

You tousled in Lloyd’s arms until he had to readjust his grip. Using this moment of weakness, you poked his ribs, making him fall dramatically to the floor with you in his arms. He laid there breathless for a moment and was about to sit up before you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

“I got you.”

“Hell yeah you did, baby.” Lloyd took a breath. “Pinned your Daddy down. Good job, sweetie.” He patted your thigh, wondering if he’d taught you that move during your self defense lessons or if you’d learned it somewhere else. His train of thought was interrupted but a scratchy feeling on his cheek, followed by a soft pucker.

“Did you just give Daddy a kiss?”

“Uh huh!” You did it again on his other cheek. This time, Lloyd couldn’t hide the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is that how it feels when Daddy kisses you? All scratchy from the mustache?”

“Um.” You touched your mustache as you thought, looking somewhat like a cartoon villain. “Yeah, a little scratchy.”

Lloyd held your free hand in his. “Is it too scratchy? Do you want Daddy to shave off his mustache?”

You shook your head, clinging desperately to him. “No! I love Daddy’s mustache!”

“You do?” he asked.

“Uh huh! Makes Daddy handsome and makes Daddy kisses special!” You demonstrated by pointing to your forehead.

Lloyd sat up and tentatively placed a kiss where you directed, repeating the motion when you wiggled happily.

“See?”

“Okay, honey. Daddy’ll keep his mustache, and you can keep yours too. In a box. Save it for Halloween.”

#lloyd hansen x little!reader #daddy!lloyd hansen #gn!little!reader #sfw regression #sfw agere #agere fic #littlespace fics #oneshot #fluff #the greatest form of flattery #the-greatest-form-of-flattery #toosh writes #little being carried #honestly I did not proofread this but yolo!#enough ✋ with the writer’s block

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bouncybongfairy · 2 years ago

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You Sure You Can't Come Over?

Danny x Fem Reader

Summary: Y\N and Danny have been going to school together forever. However, after an extreme blue balling encounter on Halloween night, you shoot your shot at hooking up with Danny.

Word Count: 4k+

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You were sitting in your English class patiently waiting for the bell to ring. It was Friday and after an exhausting work week; you were really looking forward to the weekend. Everything was pissing you off today, from your friend's overly perky tone to the fact that the cafeteria didn't have space to eat in. Being November, you'd think the weather would cool down but, unfortunately the summer heat was extremely clingy this year.

"My make-up is literally melting." You said as you walked out of the classroom with your friend Nat.

"I took my lashes off during P.E., there's nothing you can do to combat this heat." She said, fanning herself with a paper folder.

"At least this will be one of the last hot days of the summer. It's November so the rainy season is coming, then we'll be complaining about our frizzy hair," you said, causing you both to laugh. Nat pulled her phone out of her pocket and stopped abruptly.

"Shit, my mom is picking me up at the back entrance. I can give you a ride home. You live like.. 10 minutes away." Nat said.

"No, I want to get some sun on the way home. As you said, I don't live far." You said stuffing your cardigan that you wore to cover your tank top into your bag.

"Alright well, text me if you wanna hang out this weekend!" Nat called out to you as she began to walk in the opposite direction.

You stick your headphones into your ear before starting home. Before putting any music on you scroll through your snap for a bit. That's when you noticed Danny posted to his story; it was a video. It was him walking alongside a couple of friends, his P.E. shirt was draped over the back of his neck. Sweat dripped from his forehead, collecting a bit on his lip. He tilted his head back and poured Gatorade into his mouth. Some of the blue liquid dripped down from his chin to his neck. His jaw came into full view when he took a drink, before panning over to his friends who were play-fighting each other.

Butterflies came into your stomach as you rewatched the video. It wasn't like you and him ever had anything serious. The first time you guys ever interacted was only a month ago at Nat's Halloween party. Even thinking about that night made your cheeks turn red. It was the first time you'd ever bought an 'adult' Halloween costume without consulting your mom. Nat's parents were out of town on a business retreat which left the house vacant. You got there in the morning to help her clean and set up.

"You don't think this costume is too much?" You asked about adjusting the nurse's hat that sat on your hair. Nat came over to you with a look of disdain on her face.

"Okay.. first of all, you could wear a hospital gown and still look hot. Secondly, it's a pool party, yes it's Halloween but people will still swim. And lastly, Halloween is the time to dress a little skanky. I'm showing more than you." She said giving you a kiss on the cheek before going back to putting several bottles of Pink Whitney and Svedka into the freezer.

You were wearing a weed nurse costume; it was essentially a sheer mini dress with green trim and a front zipper. It came with a small decorative apron and nursing hat that had a weed leaf stamped onto both. You bought a matching marijuana leaf bikini to go underneath it. Even with a costume so scandalous, Nat's was definitely more provocative. She was literally wearing a leopard print bikini with matching cat ears. It made you feel a little better about your costume.

"Like anyone is getting in the pool." You said to set up beer pong on the kitchen island.

"The boys will," She said, closing the freezer, "speaking of boys, you know Danny is coming." She said smacking your ass as she walked by.

"Is he really?" You asked following her to her bedroom.

"You've been into him forever, I would be a bad friend if I didn't. Not to mention I invited my boothang who isn't my boothang but will be by the end of the night." She said fixing her lashes in her phone camera.

"I'm nervous to talk to him low-key, I feel like it's easier to crush from afar." You said laughing at her,

"Fuck that, after a couple of shots you won't be feeling so nervous. I think you guys would be cute together so please stop acting like you don't want something to happen between the two of you." She said walking over to you and handing you a tube of lip gloss, "But even if you didn't want to fuck with him tonight please still let loose with me?" She finished her pleed by sticking out her bottom lip.

"One or two shots." You said sternly before breaking out into laughter from Nat's reaction.

You aren't sure what exactly led to Nat grinding against you with a joint hanging out of your mouth and half full plastic cup. The music was Blaring Beautiful Nightmare by Lil Tracy. The crowd inside the living room was dense, everyone was sweating, seemingly unaware of how humid the space was becoming. You pass the joint to Nat who takes a huge drag, blowing the smoke in between the both of you.

You knew you were pretty cross-faded when you started thinking Nat was right. As much as you hate to admit it you really did need this. Being able to let loose was nice, it was like you could physically feel the pressure of daily life lifting from your shoulders and it felt fucking amazing. Nat passes the joint back and your eyes light up when you realize it's your turn again. You feel Nat pull away from you but you were zoned out, moving your body to the music.

"Yo! Y|N this is Chris the guy I was telling you about." When you turned around you were surprised to see Danny by his side.

"I know you!" You giggle offering the joint to him. He laughs and takes it from you before responding,

"Yeah, you're in like three of my classes," He said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"You have been keeping tabs on me?" You asked sarcastically, taking the joint back.

"Whatever," He joked back before asking a question, "Do you think we could step outside? It's deafening and hot in here." He said having to step closer to you to be heard. You nodded your head yes before finding the front door. Nat had already wandered off with Chris by this time.

You took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen before heading outside. Grabbing a new solo cup and filling it with a mixture of Pink Whitney and Sprite. The joint now starting to become a roach was starting to burn your lips. You handed it to Danny who put it out on a heavy-duty paper plate. Once you are done, you lead him outside.

"Sorry I don't mean to take you away from your scene, there was just a lot going on," Danny said, sitting on the bench that was on the porch.

"That's not really my scene, Nat's my best friend; this is her house and it was important to her that I was here." You said taking a sip of your drink before taking out a thin cylinder out of your bra.

"Could have fooled me, you seemed like you were really enjoying yourself on the dance floor," He said as you pulled the pre-rolled blunt out of the canister.

"Yeah, normally I'm not one to party or get this wasted but everyone has their own demons they need to release sometimes I guess," You said, using the Playboy lighter caked in black resin towards the bottom.

"Yeah, my family is seriously fucked up," He said taking the blunt from you; your manicured hand grabs the solo cup to take a sip.

"Grass is always greener on the other side. I'm an only child and my parents are always gone, they don't even bother with having a nanny after I got my license. Obviously, family drama sucks but... I guess I'd rather be fighting with someone rather than be alone all the time," You said, grabbing the blunt back and taking a deep inhale.

"Right, you know the saying that's like 'so and so always finds where the grass is greener and that's where they go to pasture' I always thought that was so stupid. Am I supposed to stay where the grass is dead as fuck with their stupid ass?" He said which made you laugh causing you to cough out your hit.

He laughed at your reaction before grabbing the blunt back. You finish off the rest of your mixed drink before standing up to fix your costume. It wasn't until you stood that you realized how fucked up you were. You stumbled on your footing at first but Danny stood up and grabbed your forearm.

"Sorry, I'm fine I didn't mean to do that, to like to push you." You said trying as hard as you could to sound sober. You began to mentally beat yourself up for drinking so much but Dan started to speak and it took all your brain power to focus on one thing at a time.

"No, you're good, do you want me to help you back inside?" Still holding on to your arm.

"Yeah, I feel like I can hear another shot calling my name," You giggle, starting to walk forward slightly swaying.

"I don't mean to uh, dictate your life but I think you've had enough no?" He asked softly, before you answer you whip around to face him but lose your balance causing him to reach for you. He snakes his arm around your waist, preventing you from falling off the porch stairs. Your body was pressed against his, your arms wrapped around his neck. Your head came to his shoulders, making you crane your neck to look at him.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna walk home. I live right up the street. I hate sleeping at Nat's when there's a party; I'm always paranoid that someone is gonna stumble into the room I'm in," You said, grabbing your purse before breaking away to walk down the stairs.

"I don't think you should walk home like this, the outfit or the inebriation," He said, skipping down the stairs to get in front of you.

"I know, I know but like I said I live literally a 10-minute walk down the street and I don't want to ruin your Halloween by having to babysit me," You said starting to walk down the sidewalk.

"Well if it's only a 10-minute walk do you mind if I join you? Just to give me peace of mind that you got home okay? I would want someone to do the same for my sisters, you know?" He asked as he began to match pace with you.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman," You remark as you start your trek home.

The walk home felt much longer in your head than it actually was. You guys made small talk about school among other things. He ended up hooking his arm around yours because you were still swaying a bit. Considering this was the first time you had formally met it was mostly getting to know the basic things. His siblings, what both of your parents did for work, what mutual friends you had at school etc. He began talking about his music and how he wanted to eventually become a producer. You pulled a mint puff-bar offering it to Danny who huffed on it for a bit. Once you got to your house, you weren't surprised to be greeted by an empty driveway. You walk up to the front door and pull your keys out of your purse. You unhook your arm and trail it down to his hand.

"Do you wanna come in?" You asked looking up at him; he didn't say anything, only nodding his head in agreement. You lead him by the hand into the kitchen where there was a note on the refrigerator that read: Meatloaf and mashed potatoes in the fridge, will be back tomorrow night for dinner. After opening the Du-Par restaurant to-go box, you shove it in the microwave. You gasp when you remember what you have in the fridge which scares Danny.

"What is it!?" He exclaimed, turning to your direction, you smiled at him and pulled out your diet coke. His facial expression dropped which caused you to laugh. You relight the somewhat of a long roach and sit up on the kitchen island. You motion for him to come closer to you which he does. He rests his hands on the counter next to your legs. You take a hit and tilt your head back and blow the smoke into the air.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You asked.

"No," He said smiling.

"Do you wanna hook up?" You asked, pulling him closer to you with your legs.

"I would, but not when you're this fucked up," He said,

"That's really sweet, you know I've liked you for like ever. I know we're not gonna hook up tonight but I don't want you to think the only reason I asked is because I'm drunk. I think you're really kind, but I like the fact that you're not too soft. In 8th grade, you came in late to 8th period from P.E and you were sweating still. Your hair was dyed red and it tinted your sweat red, it was dripping down your sideburns and neck. You ended up sitting right in front of me and the entire class I literally couldn't get you out of my mind; even after I couldn't stop thinking horrible things to do together," You said hicupping and giggling after. He moved closer to you and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

"I'm not going to take advantage when you're drunk but holy shit you are hot," He mumbled into your shoulder.

"You seemed stressed, I don't know what you do for stress relief but maybe you could do me sometime?" You joke running your hands down his back.

"Oh my god," He sighed, biting your shoulder playfully, which made you squeal. You pulled at his shirt causing both of your chroches to press together. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the counter top. You were now standing between the island and him.

"I should get to bed, I have a nail appointment tomorrow morning at 11," You said looking up at him. He laughs and gives you a kiss on the cheek before you walk him out. If you weren't so wasted you probably would have thought about this encounter while laying in bed. However once your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

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Thinking about that night made your stomach flip. It made you feel more secure knowing that he seemed to be into you. Your insecurities were telling you it could be because he was stoned or drunk but you tried not to play into that. Once you got home you took a shower because it was so damn hot outside. Once you cleaned yourself up and got dressed you went into the kitchen to be greeted by another note; it explained that your parents would be in Utah for the weekend. You straighten your hair simply trying to pass time till bed. You open your phone and see that Danny posted another story. It was a selfie of him, laying back on his bed with the caption: the things I would do for joint rn.

You immediately set your straightener down and go to your parents room. Once you walk into the closet you start searching for your dads match box. The weed was practically glowing angelically as you opened the box. You skipped back into your room and started frantically trying to get yourself together. You grab your keys and use your EZ split to cut the wrap open. After grinding the weed and having a slight panic attack after the wrap ripped a little on you. You change into a short sleeve bodysuit; the fabric on your legs ends at your upper thighs. You grab your phone and sit on the bean bag in your room. Putting the blunt into your mouth and letting the canister lay on your lap. You find Danny's story and hit reply before taking a quick selfie and adding text over the image that said: horrible things?

You stared at the picture for a couple moments before sending it.The rush of adrenaline you got after was making you sweat. What if he thought you were being too forward? What if he really was just stoned that night and didn't mean to send the wrong signals? What if he had a girlfriend now or was talking to someone more serious? What if-. Your snowballing anxiety was interrupted by your phone going off. On your lock screen you see the message notification from Danny. You smile and unlock your phone before opening the snap. It was him, he was wearing a hoodie and shorts. His backpack on his shoulders and his longboard in his hand. The camera angle was high so you could see his head to his feet. The image was captioned: send your address and i'll be there soon.

Your cheeks flushed bright red and you quickly sent it to him before cleaning up your room. Picking up loose clothes and make up brushes that fell from your vanity as you were getting ready. You brush your hair and examine yourself in the mirror. You were so happy that he gave you the same energy back when you reached out. It wasn't like you were lying, you really did have a thing for him for the longest. I guess when you admire someone for so long they seem to become unattainable. After sitting on the bed for a while waiting, you finally hear the doorbell ring. You almost trip down the stairs to open the door. He was standing there, he was holding onto his backpack straps. He had slid his longboard underneath the bench on your porch.

"Come in," You giggled, which broke the ice. He smiled and walked in still gripping his backpack straps with both hands. You grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs, into your bedroom. When he walked into the room laughed which made you whip around.

"What?" You asked sitting on the bed motioning for him to join you.

"I expected your room to be girly but damn," He laughed before taking his backpack off and sitting down next to her.

"So did you only come to smoke or what?" You asked, putting the blunt in between your lips and lighting it.

"No, I meant it when I said I was into you. I just don't take advantage of girls while they're clearly wasted." He said taking the blunt from your lips and taking a drag. You loved how direct he was with his feelings.

"You know I literally can't stop thinking about you ever since that night. I can't lie, I thought it was super hot when you talked about how long you've liked me for. It's really sexy to think you've been waiting this long to get with me," He said.

"Are you gonna make me wait any longer?" You asked, staring into his eyes. They were bloodshot and were making the blue look extremely vibrant. You drop the blunt into an ashtray that was on your bedside table.

You slide over to him and straddle his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him into a kiss. He groans into your mouth bucking his hip up slightly as you bite down on the bottom lip. You arch your back, pressing your chest into his. It was like you couldn't get close enough to each other. He flips you over so that you're on your back. You move your hands from his hair to his back digging your nails into his upper back. He bites onto your neck which causes him to let out a moan. When you moan his hips buck again, you push him off of you gently which causes him to sit up immediately.

"Is everything okay?" He asked which made you smile before replying,

"You're so sweet," You said while getting on your knees in front of him. You tug at his basketball shorts and let you tug them down with his boxers.

When you saw his bottom growth you were shocked at how big he was. He was clearly swollen and practically throbbing, his head peeking out of his foreskin slightly. It was a shade of red that almost looked purple. He had pubic hair but it was clearly taken care of and trimmed. Almost cinematically, there was a drip slowly falling down the bottom of his head. You move your lips so that their hovering just over his t-cock.

"Can I suck it?" You asked looking up at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, using his arms to support his body that was almost leaning back. He nodded his head and moved his arm to grab your bun, gently connecting your lips to his head. You swirl your tongue around it which causes his body to go rigid. He moves his other hand and moves his grip from the top of your bun to the roots of your hair. You let out a moan as he tightens his grip.

He starts thrusting himself into your mouth. In turn you match the flicking of your tongue against his head to match his rhythm. You look up at him and moan at the sight, he was looking down at you with his mouth slightly open. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he were angry and sweat was dripping down the side of his face. He grunts out the word fuck loudly, you could tell he was getting close because he was slowly getting harder in your mouth.

He uses your hair to pull you off him, a loud pop sound follows as you release him from the suction of your lips. You giggle when you look up and see his reaction. His face was completely red, covered in sweat with his bottom lip swollen from how much he had bit it. He moved his hands from your head to your cheeks before leaning down to make out. The kiss was wet and sloppy because of how much saliva covered your mouth and chin. He pulled away and without wiping his mouth asked,

"Can I finger you?" His eyes were practically black from how wide his pupils were.

You didn't even give a verbal answer, just stripping off your body suit and climbing onto the bed. You lay on your back, Danny follows and lays on his side next to you. He sets his elbow on the bed and uses his left hand to support his head. With his right hand he trails his fingers down your torso till he's parting your lips. He moans and drops his head slightly when he feels your clit and how wet you were. You arch your back and tilt your head back as he starts playing with you.

You pull him into a kiss and eventually just press your lips to his. You become unable to focus on making out from the intense amount of pleasure. He chuckled when he noticed this and slipped his index and middle finger inside of you. You moan loudly, racking your nails down his back.

"Ah fuck," He half moaned and half groaned.

He takes a break from fucking his fingers inside of you and presses his fingers deep inside you and starts swirling them around. You throw your head back in ecstasy, as you press yourself into the mattress he takes your nipple into his mouth. As you began to orgasm you could feel him thrusting sporadically into your hip. You can barely think and you cum, working your hips down on his hand. As your moans lower in volume and intensity he pulls his digits out of you.

He takes off his shirt and wipes you down with it, then himself before taking you into his arms. You guys cuddle in comfortable silence for a while. You almost fell asleep before he started kissing your forehead and face to keep you awake. You turn to face him and bury your head into his t-shirt. Once you are more awake you start rubbing his back gently.

"When you get the chance, I found this weird book that I wanted to show you." He said.

#fanfic writing #one shot #short fanfic #evil dead rise #transmasc #fem reader #danny evil dead x reader #danny evil dead rise #smut #smoking #drinking #mature #morgan davies #ftm ns/fw #ftm x reader #koby one piece

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apocalypticavolition · 8 months ago

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Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 23: Sealed

We get the Wheel icon now that Egwene's taking a big step towards her destiny by becoming an Accepted.

“Is that all there is for me?” she demanded. “To abandon him again and again. To betray him, fail him, again and again? Is that what there is for me?”

"I win again, Latra Posae." I mentioned all this last time as a justification for Egwene's character development and now I'll go even further and say it's a necessary step for her. An Egwene who hadn't seen Rand as failed shepherd, savior, and channeler, who had had the strength to break away from fake Rands despite their suffering is an Egwene who wouldn't have been able to force the seal debate and while we can argue all day about the effectiveness of that plotline, it was a necessary one.

Tension seemed to go out of the other Aes Sedai facing Egwene. Elaida let out a long breath, then hurried away for the last chalice.

Another hint that Elaida is an antagonist but not a monster: she is visibly relieved Egwene is alive. She may well have started the coup early if she had died.

The last words seemed to have a special meaning, just between Egwene and the Amyrlin.

The words of the ceremony aren't different, but the actions alongside them are. At this point, Nynaeve had already been pulled to her feet, while Egwene remains there.

Why don’t I feel any different?

Because the Tower is a hollow enough institution that its ceremonies no longer ring true?

Egwene made herself wait for the Aes Sedai to hand the bundle to her rather than snatch them away. “Thank you, Aes Sedai.” She tried to eye the papers surreptitiously; she could not tell if they had been disturbed.

I'm gonna go with "No, not really," because Elaida would think anything to do with Egwene is dumb and for babies.

I do not believe you will ever be part of the White Tower, not in the way the rest of us are, no matter on which finger you wear your ring.

Elaida's ironically correct in that Egwene will be far more of the Tower than any of the women in this room: two Amyrlins yet to be deposed, two Black Ajah members who will become Keepers and be cast out, and a woman who will commit a crime with her powers considered tantamount to rape. Also at least two other two non-entities.

“I try to protect novices where they need it, since they cannot protect themselves. You are Accepted, now. It is time for you to learn to protect yourself.”

Also Elaida's important politically and Sheriam's after political power, so it's no good to make an enemy of her.

You have my apologies, though words are not enough. Not for what almost happened to you. I say this, and by the First Oath you know it is true. To show my feelings, I will ask the Mother to let me share your time in the kitchens. And, yes, your visit to Sheriam, too. Had I done as I should, you would not have been in danger of your life, and I will atone for it.

What are you playing at Alanna? She's not Black like Egwene fears but even when Egwene assumes that Alanna wants to speak with her specifically, it's not like that ever gets followed up on. Is Alanna already trying to get a Two Rivers boy as a warder? Is she already planning the excursion she'll make to get new recruits and thinks Egwene is a more suitable source of info than Nynaeve?

First, you must love men. I don’t mean be in love with them, but love them. Not like a Blue, who merely likes men, so long as they share her causes and do not get in her way. And certainly not like a Red, who despises them as if every one of them were responsible for the Breaking.

I'd like to be charitable and suggest that Alanna is talking about some sort of love of humankind, but I keep having season two flashbacks and feel safe that I can rule that out.

In the Trolloc Wars, we were often called the Battle Ajah. All Aes Sedai helped where and when they could, but the Green Ajah alone was always with the armies, in almost every battle. We were the counter to the Dreadlords. The Battle Ajah. And now we stand ready, for the Trollocs to come south again, for Tarmon Gai’don, the Last Battle. We will be there.

Just another example of how the mighty have fallen, isn't it? The Greens are up there with Borderland monarchs when it comes to abandonment of their duties.

“I never heard of such a thing,” the Amyrlin barked. “The owner doesn’t muck out with the bilge boys even if he has run the boat on a mudflat.”

Not to be a complete revolutionary here but maybe that's something the owner should do on occasion? Not that Siuan's wrong here that making Alanna the scullion Aes Sedai is in fact a terrible thing. It's a good contrast between her and Elaida, who of course gladly throws away the tiny amount of dignity the Tower has left whenever the whim suits her.

I have told you that you may visit Sheriam. Accompany her tonight when you leave here.

If there isn't a slash fic about this occasion, all the straight dudes and lesbians of this fandom have been letting themselves down, just saying.

“Since you seem to be asleep standing up, child, I suggest you go to bed.” For one instant her glance flashed to the nearly concealed papers in Egwene’s hands. “You have much work to do tomorrow, and for many days thereafter.”

I am relatively certain that Egwene will indeed get almost no real breaks between now and her demise, except maybe a little time at the Stone between this book and the next.

She did not want to be alone, could not stand the thought of it, and so she hurried to the Accepted’s quarters, thinking that tomorrow she would be moving there herself, and immediately after knocking pushed open Nynaeve’s door. She could trust her with anything. Her and Elayne.

It's really sweet that Elayne is already a member of the group like this, for Egwene to trust her so reflexively.

Elayne lifted a face red and swollen from long crying, sniffing through her sobs when she saw Egwene. “I could not be that awful, Egwene. I just couldn’t!”

I wonder what Elayne's three visions were. The first one was probably at the Royal Palace and offered her an idealized version of her family, but the second and third are harder to guess at, except that I think that the third would probably be more like Nynaeve's and take place post-Last Battle. Even the first one's not a certainty. She might well have found herself back in Falme. Anyone got good fic recommendations here?

“It eases with time. It eases, a little. One day we will make them pay our price. Hush. Hush.”

Nynaeve's the best comforter, but sadly they never do manage to make the Tower pay for much of anything, do they?

Next time: The most popular fight in the series!

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #egwene al'vere #siuan sanche #sheriam bayanar #elaida do avriny a'roihan #alanna mosvani #alvirian freidhen #nynaeve al'meara #elayne trakand

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pastiscatchinguptojeremy · 7 months ago

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You Love Who You Love (Clyde Barrow x fem!OC) 18+

Summary - After meeting Clara had met Clyde in the diner, she offered to give him a ride into West Dallas. They didn't exactly make it there, they took a detour into the woods.

Warnings - Eventual/ Implied smut, swearing, nicknames.

word count- 643

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They walked to her car and she started it up and drove. Clyde was smoking out the window as the radio played faintly in the background.

"Turn here." Clyde said, pointing to a dirt road.

"That's not how you get to West Dallas."

"We don't 'aveta be there right away, a pit-stop ain't gon' hurt anyone." Clyde smirked as she turned down the road.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Stop.. here." Clyde said, as she pulled in. "C'mon." He said and stepped out of the car.

"Where are we?"

"You ask a lot of questions, y'know that?" He smirked. "Now, hush that pretty mouth o' yours and let me show ya."

He took her hand and stood her on a patch of grass. "You gotta blanket?"

"In the trunk." She said and he opened the trunk, throwing the blanket to her and she caught it.

"Gimme that." He said and lay it down. "You are gorgeous, y'know that." He said, his hands brushing her cheek and shoulder.

She took a breath in and looked up into his eyes, his fedora casting a shadow on his face.

"Can I kiss you?" Clyde asked and she leaned in. "Eager, ain't we?" He teased and leaned in too.

She lay on the blanket, reading her book in nothing but her underwear and Clyde's jacket. He sat on the hood of her car, smoking and drinking alcohol out of a jar in his undershirt and trousers, his suspenders on his shoulders.

"I'm gon' do it."

"Do what?" She asked, not looking up from her book.

"Leave."

"I know you are." She smiled.

"And you're comin' wi' me."

"What makes you so sure?"

"The smile." He said and she looked up at him.

"Me smiling is not a good enough reason."

"Not yours. Mine." He smirked and she laughed.

"We better get going, my mama'll be expecting me and you wanna see your folks." She said, looking for her dress.

"That can wait, what're you readin'"

"Poetry."

"You like poetry?"

"I love poetry, I even write some when I'm not doing anything."

"You do? You got any now?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Read me some."

"You like poetry?"

"Yeah, well at least when you're readin' it." He smirked.

She looked through her book and found one she had scribbled down during work. She cleared her throat and held up the page, Clyde took a drag of his cigarette and sipped the drink.

"Some day you'll be out there, diamond rings and jewels in your hair. You'll be a star like Clara Bow, pictures of you everywhere you go. You'll leave that small-town life behind, camera flashes making you feel blind..." She said and finished reading. "It isn't finished yet."

Clyde clapped and handed her the jar. "You wrote that, all by yourself?"

"It's just something I wrote during work." She smiled and put the page back into the book. "You know I'm saving up to have my poetry printed in the papers. I'm gonna have my poetry printed with a picture of me to go alongside it."

"A picture?" He took a drag of his cigarette. "What kinda picture?"

"This kind." She took out a picture from the back of her book and handing it to Clyde. "This is what they call a glamour shot." She said and took the cigarette and took a drag of it.

"This is the best picture I've ever seen."

"It's old now, but once I get the money I'm gonna get a new one taken." She said.

"You really are gon' be a star, you got the looks, the poetry.."

"I sing too, well a bit."

"Oh do you now?"

"Yeah, but only in the right moment."

"Such as?"

"A party, or special occasion."

"Well, I gotta get you to a party then.." He smirked and kissed her.

#jeremy jordan #bonnie and clyde #clyde barrow

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 1 year ago

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Moving Out and Moving On (Drabble)

A/N: This was me figuring out the dynamics of Mickeys relationship with not only Bugs and Daffy but the rest of the Looney Tunes, but it's so tender I couldn't help but want to share with you all.

This might be put into Three Toons and a Baby but I'm not sure yet, so it's a drabble for now,

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A heavy drag in of his cigarette, breathe out the smoke and repeat, the smell a comforting memory to the mouse who sat on his front porch, it was a nice summers day a gentle breeze rustling his fur and carrying the cigarette smoke away with it,

But also his ex wife, who stood by the moving van, talking with the movers, she didn't even spare a glance towards him and he found he didn't care, they had both long ago moved on while carrying on the farce of a marriage for a further 20 years before it all had come to a head.

She had left first, packing a few boxes and leaving for Daisys, followed by himself as he found comfort in a pair of toons up in the Hills of LA, both of them leaving a marriage of exactly 50 years and a relationship of 96 years in tatters and nothing could or would repair it. Not this time, not even for their 2 kids,

So much had happened in such a short time it was hard for him to comprehend, but as the door slid shut to the van packed full with her things, Minerva approached him a packet of papers in hand,

"I have signed these, I give up my custody of Marian." His eyes widened, he thought they would share custody of their second youngest, but she was fully letting go turning away from them, he found himself only able to respond with,

"Oh, alright I will hand this over to Justin and his crew. You may need to show up in court to say the same,"

A sharp nod of her head showed her irritation, but understanding did show in her eyes, as she said her final words

"Right, then good luck Michael Mouse I will see you with whatever the company wishes for us to appear in."

He nodded as well, watching the woman turn and head for her car. He put out the cigarette and stood up he had packing to do as well

After all, he had handed the home to the Disney Company, who wished to have it preserved to his changrin as a museum cataloging their relationship and lives, he hated it, but he definitely did not want to be surrounded by the ghosts of his past, not especially when he already had a future waiting, this was the last painful step before he could enjoy it,

As he walked back in he sighed at all the remaining boxes filled with his items, his entire life. Pluto had already been moved up to the other property, he was already so much happier up there with so much room to run and play,

He jumped as a horn blared suddenly, whipping around to head outside once more this time, his breath caught in another way, a more emotional one as his new Partners hopped out of their car alongside their friends,

"Bugs, Daffy!" He embraced both of them, looking for that nosey neighbor Margot, seeing that she was not in her rocker on her front porch, he shared a kiss with the pair,"I thought you had work,"

"Yeah! Here Doc" the rabbit teased making the rest of the Looney Tunes laugh, Porky answering the mouse's confusion,

"B-B-Bugs told us you need need needed help."

"And that yer own crew were too busy with things to assist ya," Yosemite added, making the group nod,

"But I'm Disney," the mouse blurted out of habit, making the Warners laugh, Dot putting a hand on her hip, answering sassily,

"Yeah, you are! But you're also the toon dating our ring leaders, congrats Uncle, you're an honorary Looney Tune,"

At her proclamation, there were nods of agreement. He looked to his partners Bugs, giving him a smile of assurance she was right,

"Kids right, Doc. You may be the biggest Disney, but you're also mine and Dafs loving Partner as for the others, you and yours have become like family to the rest as a result."

That sent a warmth through him as tears appeared, his throat felt thick in a good way as he smiled at each of them,

"Thanks, guys,"

There were various noises of your welcome and of course from the group of Toons,

"Now, what are we standing round here for? Lets get you moved," Lola exclaimed, making them laugh as they converged on the home,

Bugs and Daffy took care of helping their love tape up boxes, while Yosemite and Wil E seemingly did the grunt work of lifting the furniture,

"Does Granny have Marian?" He asked as he lifted a box and walked out with Bugs to place it in the back of the U-haul Lola had brought,

"You betcha Mick, she's enamored with wonder mouse," he chuckled as they set the boxes inside, Mickey snickering with the other,

"Oh that kids given her a new lease," came Sylvesters voice as he sat a box inside the moving truck making their heads turn to him"I have never seen her this active in years,"

That made Mickey smile as they walked back towards the house,

"Good to hear, I'm glad she's been so good for her,"

"Heya Doc what's this?" Bugs came walking out of the kitchen with a book a note taped to the front,

His breath hitched instantly recognizing it, he managed to say,

"That's our Wedding Album," The rabbit wincing,

"Sorry doll, I didn't know" The mouse motioned shaking his head gently, taking it from him,

"Naw your alright Bugsy, honest. Just naturally hurts, this was my life for almost 100 years," he motioned around him to the home,"it feels like this is somehow wrong," he answered as he flipped it open, the first photo of him and Minnie standing at the alter with beaming smiles as she leaned into him, followed by one of them cutting the cake laughing, he sighed closing it, reading the note on the front,

Did not leave behind, can be put into the Museum I don't want it,

Minerva Fieldmouse

He figured that was the case, as Bugs looked at him worriedly, placing a hand on his partner's shoulder, finally the disney toon looked up

"But I don't regret this at all. As time passes, the pain will get better. It will be funny to watch people filter in, and this be on a shelf here," he finally laughed, handing it back to the other who smiled as Buster walked in holding an item in hand,

"Heya Mr Mouse-"

"You can call me Mickey," he interrupted but recognized the frame in hand," Oh, I recognize that, that's another of our Wedding Photos I was wondering where she hid it."

The blue rabbit snickered answering,

"Upstairs hallway table, we were making sure nothing was inside before we moved it to clean before putting it back like Daffy asked,"

The mouse carefully took it, handing it to Bugs,

"Gee, with all these weddin pictures, you're making me half tempted to have a false wedding to replace em!" The rabbit teased as he walked back to the kitchen to set them on the table, the mouse snorted, shooting back playfully

"You have had what 3 weddings? Bugs, I'm starting to think you just enjoy being fawned over,"

"It's actually 2 Mick and that's cause gay marriage was not legal in 1959 and in 2017 Daffy surprised me with wanting to have it be official despite our open status,"

"Cause with you getting run over like roadkill it scared me to the point I knew what I wanted to do," the duck huffed as he marched past with a box,

Both Mickey and Bugs shared a look before smirking, and running to catch up to him, the mouse kissing one side of his beak and Bugs the other catching the toon completely off guard

The lagomorph smoothly pulled the box out of his husband's grip laughing as he darted towards the truck,

"Your both despicable!" He crowed red in the face, but there wasn't true anger behind the ducks eyes just mild playful annoyance at their antics,

It took the group a couple of hours, but suddenly Mickey was staring at a mostly empty house from the front door,

"We will go on ahead and get this up to Burrow Manor," Lola called he turned around nodding calling back,

"Thank you again guys it would've taken me so much longer on my own!"

The Warner Rabbit flashed him a smile,

"Of course Mickey! Wakko no that's an air freshener-" The window was rolled up as he assumed she grabbed for the troublesome child,

Suddenly it was just him standing there, to his surprise a car drove up and he smiled softly as Eleanor got out and walked up the pathway,

" I'm sorry I couldn't come help you. That commercial shoot was brutal," She apologized as they embraced one another,

"No its alright sweet mouse, you had work like Goofys watching Max and Yakkos kids while their overseas and Uncle Donald's down in Rio for their annual trip across the continent. It's life it happens, besides your mother was here and I know your unhappy with her,"

Sure enough his daughter's eyes had narrowed at the mention of her mother,

"She's abandoned our family to move on. According to Aunt Daisy she's even blocked yours and my numbers and accounts. I know she has to heal but thats way to far and she's also cut out Marian. She's a baby!" He reached over and rubbed her arm in comfort, saying with honesty,

"I know, sweetheart, your mom's always had a habit of overreacting to any situation. It's just a part of her personality. Eventually, she will most likely try to show up and act like it's all fine. We just have to decide how we will handle it when that day comes,"

He squeaked in surprise, but smiled as he was hugged again, Eleanor burying her face into his neck,

"I'm glad your back daddy, I don't know how I would be able to deal with the loss of both my parents," She murmured, tears brimmed in her eyes, making his heart break at the confession, he cupped the back of her head to draw his daughter closer,

"And I'm never leaving you or Marian ever again,"

"And we will give him a swift kick in the ass if he eva tries again," turning to see Bugs standing there with a teasing, but genuine smile on his face, Daffy beside nodding,

That made the woman laugh as she let go wiping her eyes,

"And you two are the reason I'm not as worried that he will try it again." She finally fully perked up walking in"Man is it so weird to have this place almost empty,"

She walked through, tears pricking at her eyes as she touched the staircase banister,

"I remember sliding down this so much,"

"And I would get after you" She heard her dad laugh before she joined in looking into the living room, Mickey stood in the middle kneeling down he brushed his hand to the floor

"This was where you first walked," he stood up pointing where the armchair sat,"I was reading the newspaper, your Mother was out shopping and had left you home, I saw you stand like you'd done a million times, but I put it down and watched you as you suddenly let go, damn near gave me a heart attack,"He heard Eleanor laugh Bugs and Daffy joining in"But you made it to me and I was so proud and excited, Minerva actually didn't believe me until you gave her a heart attack in the kitchen where you tried jumping into the oven,"

That made Bugs and Daffy wheeze with laughter as Eleanor who'd heard the story a million times shook her head,

"I still say it was the warmth," making her Dad smile,

They watched as she exited the Living space and walked to the kitchen doorframe and brushed a hand on weird notches in the door,

"Heh, you never got rid of this," she murmured as the mouse shook his head,

"No, I never did."

The duck cocked his head in confusion,

"What is it?"

She pointed to the lowest, with a smile

"This was when I was a year old and then the next one when I was 2."

The rabbit smiled, saying smartly,

"That's adorable an precious it shows your growth" making her nod

"Yeah, until I was 15," she brushed a paw against the last mark,

"Stand next to it kid," She looked confused to the Rabbit but did so as he walked over and carefully notched where she came up to now and wrote

Eleanor Mouse 2023, Moving Day

"There, one last notch to make it complete," he smiled, she instantly embraced the rabbit,

"It's a perfect goodbye and closing this chapter,"

Mickey slowly walked up touching the last notch, murmuring

"And a beautiful way to open the newest chapter." making them turn towards him, all three hugging each other before turning towards the front door, Bugs and Daffy exiting first as Eleanor took her father's hand and together they stepped out onto the porch,

Mickey turned to close the door, brushing a hand against it, saying a silent thank you before locking it, getting choked up as he walked down the steps, they each got into their respective vehicles, he pulled out only pausing a moment before putting the old Mercedes into drive and watching the house disappear behind him for one last time.

#overworked mascots #bugs bunny #daffy duck #mickey mouse

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venusofvolterra · 2 years ago

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Notes on Demetri Volturi: a Tracker’s tale of Medieval Navigation and Astronomy

Demetri‘s gift works a lot like celestial navigation. This is what differentiates him from other trackers like James and Alastair, who had been hunters in their human lives.

If we are to understand in canon that a vampire’s abilities often manifest based on something from their human lives, than the way Demetri’s tracking ability manifests mirrors navigation.

In my own canon, Demetri was the son of a relatively rich merchant who traveled around the Mediterranean often. Demetri also had six older siblings.

While Demetri was fine enough at the sales and negotiation aspect, his three older brothers had possessed more of a proclivity towards business. His older sisters would have been preened into being perfect Byzantine wives in order to be married off to the sons of other merchants, or men who worked in other highly valued professions, or even marry into nobility.

This is where Demetri’s inadequacy complex begins to take hold. He was the youngest, his oldest brother practically ran the business alongside their dad as it were, and all but one of his sisters had been married off by the time he was in early teens.

However, Demetri did show a proclivity for navigation early on. An interest he had only began taking on because his sister, only two years older than him, was fascinated by astronomy, navigation, and the myths surrounding the stars and constellations. They began their studies together when Demetri was 10 and she was 12.

As he grew older, when Demetri wasn’t drinking and gambling, he threw himself into his studies with his sister. He was exceptional by his late teens and his father and brother began employing his skills in their work as merchants.

Demetri often felt that the only reason his father paid any attention to him was because of his talents. Demetri and his father often squabbled so he truly believed his talent for navigation was the only reason his father hadn’t kicked him out — a feeling not to dissimilar to what he felt when it came to Amun and later Aro.

All in all, Demetri’s gift works similarly to celestial navigation. To the untrained eyes, the stars look all the same, similar to how a person may be obscured by being in a crowd or by immense distance. To Demetri however, much like any good astronomer, he can tell the stars apart as soon as he looks at them — almost like a sixth sense.

The practice of astronomy, especially historically, relied heavily on the myths surrounding the stars to identify them — these stories flavored them, giving each star it’s own particular tenor. Is this concept ringing any bells?

In fact, there were a few times in which Demetri, while in a buzzed stupor, managed to draw out perfect maps for his father and brothers to use in their travels.

His father would often invite him along, especially when he noticed how focused having this purpose made Demetri — there was hope for him yet. It had only taken almost 27 damn years.

Despite this, Demetri, when not at sea, did still participate in some debauchery. Something about idle hands being the devils play things.

His last voyage as a human took him to Egypt. He’d been there a few times before. Whenever he envisioned the place, the hard, sharp, face of a man with a peculiar eye color came to focus in his mind.

He’d met this man in a night market after partying with his brothers — the closest he’d felt to them since his childhood, especially now that all of them had wives, and the two oldest had children. They often teased him over this, because Demetri had had a few women in his life and yet, remained single and childless.

The man had said he’d heard of him and his father, much to the surprise of his brothers. The man had wanted to test Demetri and so, he rolled out some paper and pulled some ink and a feather pen from inside the cloak he wore. He challenged our dear, intoxicated Demetri to draw up a navigation map for him. Currently, Demetri couldn’t recall where exactly the man had wanted to go, he was too drunk to think too deeply about it. Demetri even chatted and explained everything he was doing well while drawing up the a map as well.

Demetri smiled to himself, recalling the story. It was a point of pride for him. His brothers had wives and more of a claim to the family business sure, but he knew that their business wouldn’t be nearly as successful without him.

Smiling to himself, he sat back against the railing as the ship began to set sail for Egypt again.

The rest, as they say, is history.

#yes this does mean Demetri is an astrology boy and can draw your birth chart #if there is incorrect spelling/grammar no there isn’t #I had to rewrite this entire post because tumblr ate it #demetri volturi #volturi #vampires #historical twilight #the volturi #amun twilight #twilight revival #twilight saga #twilight renaissance

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cahrlotah · 2 years ago

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𝙊𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘝: 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭

part I , part II , part III

Word count: 1.3K

“What?!” I mouth to him, clearly annoyed, angrily walking towards him. His jaw is a little bit clenched, but after the lunch act he pulled, I know he is trying not to show that he is mad.

“ We’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes,” he says, clearly annoyed. 7 pairs of eyes are now judging me, just because I would rather not be an asshole and give everyone a try, but I turly don’t give a fuck about what these dumbasses have to say, so I will just ignore them.

Five of them enter a black car, owned by Andy while Jason, Jake and I get into my brother's car. Andy and his fill to the maximum car goes first while my brother follows them, I turn my head towards the parking lot just to see a heart-warming scene, Eddie and Dustin playing around, while Mike is clenching into Gareth’s arm holding himself. I smile at the warm scene, it is nice to see that even though my brother and his friends make school hard they still have fun.

The ride to Jake’s house is awkward as none of us say a word. He lives in a nice house, pretty close to ours. The white and brown house will look amazing as the leaves start to fall and change colors, I’m sure about that. He hops off the car, waving goodbye while he walks towards the dark brown door. Jason waits for him to get inside, after that he starts the car. The tree tunnel that goes along our street looks amazing, with it’s green leaves, the sun shining through the trees and the sound of children and birds can be heard, if I’m being honest, this could be a movie scene or something. The ride back home is way more silent, our breaths and the cat engine are the only few things that can be heard, if I’m being completely honest I never thought I would be awkward around my twin brother.

He slowly pulls into the garage, the engine sound echoing inside the big room. The click of the door lock lets me know it is open but before I can get out, Jason grabs my arm. My head turns around and I can finally see my brother, his guard down, looking apologetic, his face relaxed, like when we were kids and popularity and appearances didn’t matter.

“ I know I’ve already said it, but i'm sorry for what happened today in school. I shouldn’t have reacted like that” his blue eyes looking at me like a child who has just broken it’s mother’s favorite flower vest, looking for forgiveness.

“Let’s just forget it, okay?” I immediately hug him after this. The house is empty as no sound can be heard. “Where is mom?” I ask as her being gone this time of the day is kinda off.

“ She has this class , like swimming lessons , I think. I don’t really know if I'm being honest” he explains to me while biting an apple. “ Tomorrow after class the team and I are going to hang around Jake’s, do you want to come?” he starts to climb the stairs.

“ I was planning on going around town and then to the cinema, was about to ask you if you wanted to come. But no worries, maybe next week?”

“Next week it is” he goes straight into his room and starts taking a shower. The wooden stairs creak beneath me and I slowly climb to my room. I hang my bag pack from only one shoulder so I can grab a small package of gum from the small compartment on it, when I put my hand inside I find a very bad folded piece of paper on top of my gum. A note , from someone.

“ Call me - Eddie” is written on the paper alongside his phone number. A big smile appears on my face, but the question of how he managed to smuggle that note intrigues me.

I don’t waste any time and I use the time Jason is showering to call the metal head. I run to my room, next to my bed there is a cream phone, a personal phone line just to have some privacy in the house. I quickly dial Eddie’s number. One ring. Two rings. Not even in the half ring someone hangs up the phone.

“Hello? Who is this?” a raspy voice asks. That’s not Eddie, maybe his dad?

“ Hello, is Eddie around?” I ask, trying to sound as polite as possible.

“ Eddie!” he shouts, I can hear Eddie ask. “what?!” “ Some girl is asking for you on the phone, should I hang up or is someone you know?” the raspy voice says. After this question, a body falling into the ground can be heard, followed by running.

“Hello?” He tries to sound seductive but his out of breath voice gives him away.

“ Hi, there Munson, desperate to talk to me?” I ask, twirling the phone cord in between my fingers. My tummy is on my bed while my feet are up, moving around of excitement

“Nah” his breath is heavy but not as heavier as a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, sure is that why you fell and came running towards the fun huh?” I ask playfully.

“Shit you heard that!?” he asks

“yeah..” we continue to talk about nothing and everything at the same time . He tells me his future plans for his D&D campaign and I tell him a little bit more about myself. In mid conversation there is a knock on my door. “Wait a second” I say to Eddie “ My brother is knocking on my door” “ Yeah?” I ask the person behind the door. He opens the door slightly, his blonde hair peeks through the door followed by his face.

“Mum just got home, she asked me what do you want for dinner” he explains to me.

“Whatever you crave, I don’t really mind. By the way, do you know if dad is coming tonight?” I ask him as he, for what I can remember, tends to come home late.

“I don’t think so, he is going to have dinner with some client,” he says.

“ Alright. Let me finish talking to my friend and I will come downstairs, okay?” I reply to him.

“Sure” he closes the door and I go back to the phone call.

“Eddie?” I ask, a slight huh can be heard. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh no worries, does the princess need a room delivery service for her dinner?” he asks playfully.

“Oh shut up Munson. Anyway, I think I need to go and help my mom.” I say, feeling a little bit guilty as I don’t want to end the call.

“Yeah, sure no worries. I will see you tomorrow at school” he says sadly, when I suddenly remember one thing.

“Eddie!” I exclaim “ Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

“Yeah…Why?” he asks, suspecting something.

“Do you want to come to the cinema with me? I mean, I’m going to the bookshop and then to the cinema, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.” I say nervously while I play with my hair instead of the phone cords, while a knot in my stomach starts to form.

“Um… the two of us alone?” he asks, and he sounds as if my request is weird? FUck i think to myself, he doesn’t want to fucking go. I guess I just misinterpreted our little scenes earlier in the day.

“I mean… you can ask if anyone in Hellfire wants to join. That would… be perfect.” My voice is a mixture of fake confidence with a little bit of awkwardness and disappointment thrown in there.

“Yeah sure I will ask them. Goodnight” he says in a rush.

“Goodni-” I can not even finish when I hear the silent void sound of the other line being cut. What the fuck was that.

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#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #i am an eddie munson simp and im proud #carver!reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x carver!reader #jason carver #eddie my beloved #eddie x y/n #joseph quinn x reader

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struggling-with-time · 3 years ago

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Nice guy [Simpbur x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader (Simpbur x reader)

Summary: Simpbur is such a nice guy, so why don't you like him? Companion fic to Good Guy

Warnings: Obsession, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy relationship, and Simpbur being a creep.

Words: 1.1K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: More Simpbur I had too okay, also be on the lookout there is another Simpbur on the horizon. Companion fic to Good Guy (Also requests are still open! Click here!)

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“And I am live chat, welcome to!” Your voice rings out into his headphones. “If you’re new here, I’m SapphireSaffy, and today we’ll be playing Prey. So… my roommate is actually the one who recommended me this game.”

Wilbur hums to the acknowledgement of him. That’s right he’s the one who recommended the game to you. He’s the one, not anyone else, just him.

The video plays out.

Certain phrases are memorised at this point.

His Computer is the only thing lighting up the room. Barely carrying the light from his pull-out sofa to the mini-fridge. He would have gotten a real one, but what’s the point. It would never be filled more than halfway with microwaves meals and energy drinks.

His gaze shifts back to the video. It’s your first run-through of the game. All of its secrets still hidden from you. Like with Wilbur.

He smiles.

You move into talking about your day and what you had been doing that day.

Wilbur can recite this part of the video by memory. You are telling the mundane story of him and you getting coffee together. But to him, that meant everything, you were showing everyone how close the two of you are. How no one could ever measure up to him.

How no one could ever replace him.

Your friend.

Friend. Wilbur scoffs at that. Terrible word, but he could settle for it.

He had settled for it.

By lending your blanket when you weren’t home. By doing your laundry for you and smelling that one pair of underwear you would always walk around in on Sunday mornings.

Wilbur loved Sunday mornings.

He still does.

Although he has to settle for watching now. Instead of interacting.

He has always been so nice to you, why wouldn’t you just look his way?

Wilbur shakes his head and reaches out for his phone.

A new burner account is already ready to go, the process being muscle memory at this point. Your dm’s the only thing he pulls up.

Your voice still talking to him through the video.

Hey, saw you got a new boyfriend recently. Fucking Bitch. One day I’m going to fucking find you again. And I swear I will make you pay.

Wilbur stares at the message he sent earlier, a hand drags over his face.

Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for my last message. I'm just a little angry at the moment, cause it's… You know, I'm such a nice guy and seem to only date scumbags. I just wanted to make sure there's no hard feelings between us.

The small sent underneath his message is mocking him. Taunting him. Wilbur drops his phone back onto the bed.

Why did everything have to go so wrong? Why did you have to throw him out of your life?

For fucks sake, you got a restraining order on him.

Wilbur closes the laptop. Your voice disappearing, and the light without. Draping him in darkness and flooding the apartment in silence.

His hand slams against the wall. It rings out into the one-bedroom apartment. His neighbour for sure having heard him at this point.

A scream just on his lips. But fuck he can’t take one more complaint. The landlord is already on bad terms with him.

The pull-out couch creaks and moans as he gets up, the metal giving way as usual. A sound he has become rather familiar with these last weeks.

He wanders the few feet over the wall, before smacking his hand against it, turning on the one light in the ceiling in the progress.

The apartment is a mess, the courtroom papers still strewn across his dining table, alongside technology he would have planted in your life.

All he ever wanted to do was protect you from all the bad people in the world, what is there wrong with that? A tracker on your car isn’t exactly illegal.

No man could ever treat you like him.

No man could ever measure to him.

No man could ever- fuck.

Wilbur drags his hands over his head and into his hair. A habit of his. One you had once found cute. One you had told him was adorable. One you had liked.

One thing about him that wasn’t so corrupted.

He would never be good enough for someone like you and he knows it.

He knows you’re pure and good, so innocent.

And… and he’s not.

He is so far from good, now having the paperwork to prove it too.

But fuck, if that didn’t make him want to try harder.

One day you would realise that he’s the only one for you.

Wilbur mindlessly opens the fridge, an energy drink in his hand before another thought has entered his stable mind.

And then the drink is gone, another empty can to join the others in his pyramid of disappointment. As his father had once called it.

He falls back onto the pull-out couch. Nothing in the real world that’s able to distract is futile mind. Nothing to distract him from grabbing his laptop once again. Nothing to distract him from letting your voice once again grace his apartment.

Nothing to stop him from pulling up your Facebook.

A new dm.

Talk to me, please.

Please.

I going to kill myself if you don’t.

He closes the dm’s and opens your public photo folders. And he’s flooded with people, smiles, memories.

The stuff he had cherished, people whose names he no longer remembered, and everything in between. Ut most importantly you. Pictures of you. Lots of them, pictures friends had tagged you in, pictures from your own profile. Pictures from articles you’ve been featured in.

He appreciates them.

Assisting the urge to pull down his pants. He’s better than that.

He’s better than everyone else.

He likes you for you. And you should repay him for that, not sent him off to rot in a shitty apartment.

A notification from twitch goes through.

You’re Live.

Mere seconds pass before he’s on your stream, your previous video paused.

You chat moving along, and your smile bright on the screen.

And Wilbur really isn’t better than anyone else as his belt gets torn off, and the button opened.

As he dreams himself back to when you cuddled near him on the couch as friends. Hoping for those friendly touches to be more.

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#wilbur soot #Simpbur #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #simpbur x you #c!wilbur soot x reader #c!wilbur soot #simpbur x reader #c!wilbur #c: simpbur #c!wilbur x reader #c!wilbur x you #c!wilbur soot x you #mcyt #gender neutral!reader #delias own writing

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

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Event | Bridegroom Battle Royale AGAIN | Epilogue: Words of Proposal

As the “Bridegroom Battle Royale” wraps up, the MANKAI members decide to have one more proposal contest.

Misumi: Haa~, I’m full. The curry was super yummy!

Tsumugi: It was genuine and you could really feel Masumi-kun’s commitment to it.

Director: Yeah, the spices were just right. Good job, Masumi-kun!

Masumi: Even though I was disqualified from the showdown, that just meant I got to make curry with you, and I’m glad you got to enjoy it…

Azami: And if you hadn’t been disqualified, we wouldn’t all be here eating it together like this.

Director: …Ah! That reminds me, I haven’t gotten a picture of everyone in their tuxedos yet!

Banri: Ah, yeah… We always take pics and post ‘em on social media.

Sakuya: I heard from Kazunari-san that the previous pictures of everyone in tuxedos were really well received by our fans.

Director: That’s right. But for the picture this time… I’ve got it, how about we head back to the chapel to take it?

Masumi: I’ll follow you wherever.

Misumi: Let’s go~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Director: Well then, everybody, line up.

Tsumugi: Okay.

Director: There we go, and say cheese!

*Camera clicks*

Director: Perfect, everyone looks really cool in the shot!

Director: I’m sure the fans would be happier if one of you guys posted it rather than me, so I was wondering if you could post it later, Banri-kun?

Banri: Copy that.

Azami: Well then, it’s almost time to change and head back.

Tsumugi: Ah, wait.

Tsumugi: I was talking to the staff with Haruto-kun earlier and they thanked me for the opening ceremony and said it was a really great memory for them…

Tsumugi: They gave me this. I was told to give it to you…

Director: For me? What is it?

Masumi: There’s something in that paper bag.

Director: Ah, this is…

Sakuya: A seashell ornament…?

Director: This is probably a ring pillow. It’s where a bride and groom keep their wedding rings.

Misumi: Waah, that’s a pretty place to keep them~!

Tsumugi: It’s an important thing too.

Sakuya: That reminds me, everyone else also practiced what they were going to say for their proposals, right?

Azami: Eh? Yeah… Well, somewhat.

Banri: Yeah, I did.

Sakuya: Only Misumi-san and I got to show off ours during the last challenge, but I’m curious to see what everyone else came up with!

Sakuya: I’d really love to hear them if you wouldn’t mind!

Azami: Haah!?

Tsumugi: Umm, I’m a little bit shy about that…

Banri: I’d be fine with it.

Masumi: I want to say those words to the Director.

Director: Eh, me?

Banri: I liked hearin’ it from Sakuya, who’s been working his ass off today. So I’d like to ask you to play the role of our partner and we’ll each to a proposal etude, Director-chan.

Banri: But since we’re talking to Director-chan, our words are gonna be different, so Sakuya and Misumi are joining in too.

Sakuya: Eh, us too!?

Misumi: All of us proposing to Director-san seems fun~!

Azami: Seriously…?

Director: (W-Why have they all decided to have another proposal contest…!?)

Banri: Aight, I’m goin’ first.

Banri: Will you accept my true feelings?

Banri: I can’t imagine my life without you. I always wanna hear your voice, and I want you to laugh beside me.

Banri: I’ll make you happy, I promise. …I love you. Will you marry me?

Director: Th-Thanks…?

Misumi: That was so cool, Banri…!

Sakuya: It was really wonderful.

Tsumugi: I could really tell how you feel, it kinda made my heart race.

Misumi: Well then, you’re next, Tsumugi.

Tsumugi: O-Okay.

Tsumugi: I want to nurture our thoughts and our future together, just like we nurture plants. And I want to grow together in the same way too.

Tsumugi: I want to walk alongside you for the rest of my life. Please marry me.

Masumi: …Well, that was certainly Tsumugi-like.

Director: That’s true, it was very sincere and gentle, just like Tsumugi-san.

Banri: You’re up next, Misumi.

Misumi: Kaaay!

Misumi: I love looking for triangles with you, and I love acting in plays!

Misumi: I wanna continue to be together for a long time and look for pretty triangles and do losta plays together. Please be my bride!

Azami: Just like Misumi-san, it was pretty straightforward…

Banri: But I guess there’s also a sense of comfort in there.

Masumi: I’m next. …Director, listen to me.

Masumi: No one else would make sense. For me, there’s only you. I love you… I’d die for you.

Masumi: I’ll be in love with you until the end of time and I’ll continue to love you even after that. Marry me.

Banri: I figured as much, but you’re like way too serious.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I can really feel your passion, Masumi-kun.

Banri: Aight then, Azami’s up. You ain’t gonna run away, are ya?

Azami: Ghk…

Azami: …I’m gonna continue improving myself so I can be a man worthy of you.

Azami: …Please choose me… As the person to be beside you.

Sakuya: Waah, that was so honest and really cool!

Banri: Huh, it’s pretty nice in a manly sorta way.

Azami: Oh my god, just shut up and move on already! Sakuya-san, go!

Sakuya: O-Okay!

Sakuya: You’re very special to me.

Sakuya: You’ve become the place where I feel like I belong, and I want to be the place where you feel like you belong.

Sakuya: I want to be with you from now on… and I want to be happy with you.

Sakuya: Please, will you marry me?

Director: …!

Tsumugi: Sakuya-kun’s proposal was very heartwarming.

Misumi: Yeah, I liked his proposal from earlier, but this one is also really good~.

Banri: Definitely. I think Sakuya’s thoughts and feelings were conveyed really well.

Sakuya: Th-Thank you…!

Director: (Haah, even tough I know these don’t really mean anything, that still got my heart racing…)

Masumi: Sigh, that’s everyone…

Azami: God, why did I have to propose to the Director twice…

Masumi: Twice?

Azami: I did an etude kinda like this one when I went to help out at a wedding fair before…

Masumi: I’ve never heard about that. Details, now.

Azami: Chill, it was just an etude…!

Masumi: Tell me what you did.

Tsumugi: M-Masumi-kun…!?

Sakuya: Whoa, Masumi-kun, calm down!

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Okay but, Dom!tom making you ride him reverse cowgirl while he’s on a phone call meeting, and harrison being like what’s that slapping noise? And Tom being like I’m fucking my girl rn because he knows how SHY YOU ARE but he knows you get wet at ppl knowing and him being like the view I have rn mate, and Harrison just being like you’re the worst. He’d love tormenting you but also would reward you for still riding him like a champ during his work call 😏

fuck... I would lose my mind. I definitely had mob!tom in mind when I wrote this, but if you squint, it also works with normal tom. nsfw - 18+ only!!! extended warnings beneath the cut...

extended warnings: thigh riding, elements of exhibitionism, unprotected sex (please practise safe sex!!)

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“There you go, darling. Making a nice wet spot on my leg, aren’t you?”

A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly as you nod against Tom’s shoulder. Your breaths come out in short pants, arcs of fiery pleasure travelling up your spine from the point at which your soaked, throbbing cunt presses to Tom’s leg. He’s had you grinding against his thigh for what feels like forever, teasing your neck with rough kisses as his hands guide your hips.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” he murmurs, lips by your ear. Shivers pass down your spine as his husky tone travels straight to your clit, and you feel your hole clenching around nothing. “Tell me how badly you want to feel my cock.”

You bite at your lip, pushing your forehead further against his shoulder as you try to keep your composure.

“Bad, Tom. Really, really bad.” This hadn’t been your intention when you’d walked into his office, smirking quietly. You’d expected Tom to take you over his desk, or unravel you with three fingers buried in your heat. You hadn’t expected him to hold you on the edge, passing your soaked heat over his thigh, over and over until you’re practically blubbering from the stimulation. He’s enjoying it - enjoying the whimpers and the moans and the slick that coats his thigh - you know he is. Tom thrives off reducing you to this almost feral state of existence. “Please let me feel you.”

Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you pull your face away from his shoulder and blink up at him, desperation in your eyes. Tom seems to melt, his pupils expanding and his jaw slackening as he takes stock of the flush to your face and the way you’re practically begging him with your eyes to indulge you.

“Mmm, well, because you asked so nicely…” His heavy hands push at your hips, moving you out of the way so he can reach down, play around with his belt, and then carefully pull free his cock. You lick your lips at the sight of his member, flushed and weepy, but as you reach out to touch, Tom bats away your hand. “No, darling,” he murmurs. One of his hands smooths over your cheek, thumb resting over your lower lip. You let your tongue slip out, wrapping around the tip of his finger before drawing it back into your mouth. As you suck on his finger, Tom curses. “Such a fucking minx, aren’t you?” He muses. “Look so fucking innocent, don’t you? Hmm? You walk around like you’re an angel, but both of us know that’s a lie.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and lets his palm fall over the curve of your ass, causing you to jolt.

“Tom,” you whine, grinding back against his thigh. Now you’ve seen his length, all flushed and full like that, you know there’s nothing you need more than to feel him plugging you to the hilt. “Please.”

Tom smirks at you, brown eyes glinting darkly. Both of his hands pull at your ass roughly, causing you to whimper.

“Turn around, love,” he asks, already helping you with his hands. “Want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock from behind.”

A flush travels through you as you turn in his lap and back up, whimpering when you feel his hard cock, stiff between your swollen pussy lips. You sit up straighter, feeling Tom’s mouth ghosts over your shoulder as his hand slips between your thighs, guiding his cock until you feel his head, hot and wet, stiff at your entrance

“Gonna ride me, angel?” He asks, voice gruff. He nibbles at your neck until you whine. “Don’t want you to stop until you’ve cum, yeah?”

You nod, almost delirious with want. “Yes, yes,” you murmur, biting back the desire to buckle down. You need to wait for his command. “Please, Tom.”

“Go ahead.”

A loud whine rattles past your lips as you finally let yourself down onto his cock, Tom’s hands firm as they shift to your hips to guide you. He’s big - so big that it makes you whimper as you slowly start to ride him, enjoying every pleasurable sensation as you feel his cock rock against your hot centre. You reach out to hold the edge of his desk, the glass cold against your clammy skin as you use it as an anchor, keeping you in place as you start to lose yourself in the feeling.

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart,” comes Tom’s voice, raspy and thick with accent. Every now and again, he ruts his hips up to meet your pelvis, and you groan loudly as his tip knocks up against your sensitive g-spot. “Look so fucking good like this, fucking yourself on my cock. Wish I could look at this forever.” He drops his hand over the curve of your ass again and you whimper, feeling a tightness forming in the pit of your stomach.

You move in sync for a while, your pants and the sound of slapping skin filling the office. Tom’s giving with his praise, soothing you with his low uttered sentiments, praising you for the way you’re making him feel, urging you to go faster, rougher, to push the both of you over the edge. You’re lost in it, gasping and biting at your lip, pressing yourself closer to heaven with each rotation of your hips.

You’re so lost in it that you don’t hear Tom’s phone ringing, not even aware of it until you see him reach out and grab the device on the desk. One of his hands shifts to your lower back.

“Keep going, love,” he mutters, voice tight. “Don’t fucking stop.” Your jaw drops as you realise what he’s doing, but before you can question him, Tom answers his phone. “Haz? What’s up?”

For a moment you considering stopping, embarrassment churning alongside your arousal as you contemplate the thought of Tom’s friend hearing something obscene down the line, but then Tom angles his hips up to meet you, and the sensation of his tip brushing against you so deeply makes your mind go numb. So, you grip the table harder and continue, your orgasm only drifting nearer as you hear Tom carry his conversation with Harrison, his voice tight and rushed.

“Aye, yeah. The papers are a mess, you’ll need to look at them tomorrow. Hey, wait a second bro, yeah, just-“

You can’t see what he’s doing, and for a moment, you think Tom’s disconnected, but then he reaches out and puts the phone on the desk, the screen bright and showing the call.

“-Right, keep going. Just put you on speaker.”

Tom’s hands return to your hips, and immediately you turn around, an ache building in your neck as you glare at him. He raises his eyebrows, fingers squeezing at your flesh as he gives you a look as if to say go on.

“Yeah, so, as I was saying, I think I’ll come around in a couple hours to get the scans-“

You grit your teeth, trying to drown out the sound of Harrison’s static voice as your thoughts travel back to the matter at hand. You’re so wet - you feel your arousal dripping down Tom’s cock as you continue to ride him, a sweat breaking out across your forehead. Somehow you manage to reduce your moans to laboured breaths, and for a few minutes, Tom keeps up conversation, Harrison seeming none the wiser. But it all falls apart when Tom tilts you to the side and the position shifts, your eyelids fluttering shut as the angle brings him in deeper - at the expense of a few very loud sounds of skin against skin.

“-What’s that noise? Sounds like slapping?”

Tom keeps his hands on your hips, urging you on as you bite back a whimper.

“I’m fucking my girl,” Tom replies, easily. You bite back a gasp, and you’d have looked around at him if he didn’t distract you by weaving a hand between your legs to play with your clit. The added stimulation adds to your desperation, and the fact that Harrison knows you’re getting railed makes your cunt clench.

“Fucking hell,” Harrison mutters.

“I have the best view right now, mate,” Tom adds. “You should see her.”

You let go of the desk, sitting up and pressing your back against Tom’s front, your breathing heavy as you feel your climax linger. As you continue to move up and down, his lips work across your shoulder, biting at your skin as you hold back your whimpers. Tom’s lips travel up to your ear, and he adds, softly,

“I can feel how wet you just got. I know you fucking love the thought of Haz hearing us. I know how close you are too, darling. You want to cum, don’t you? You want to cum, with Harrison on the line? Let him hear those pretty little screams, hmm?”

You find yourself nodding, squirming in Tom’s lap as his calloused fingers play with your clit.

“Please,” you whisper, eyes screwed shut.

“Do it,” Tom mutters. “‘Cos I’m about to blow it, love, and I want to feel you cumming around me as I fill you up.”

Your eyes roll back as you finally tip over the edge, your orgasm sweeping over you in large, warming waves. Tom’s hands are slippery on your sides, wet with hot sweat, and he bites at your shoulder as he follows suit, cumming with a low groan. You feel his cock pulse, painting your walls with his seed, and together you unravel.

It’s all pants and lazy open-mouthed kisses as you twist in his arms, still attached at your centre. You hold the back of his head with shaking fingers, kissing him roughly until Tom’s hand moves away from your clit.

“Fuck,” you mutter, pushing your forehead to his. After a moment, you pull back and look at the desk, nervous until you realise his phone screen has gone blank. You reach out for Tom’s phone, grabbing it and turning it on curiously.

Harrison: you’re ridiculous.

“What does it say?” Tom asks, pecking your cheek. You repeat the message, and he grins, eyes dancing with amusement. “He loves it really,” he says, before wiggling his eyebrows. “You do too, don’t you?”

You shrug, licking your lips. “Maybe.”

Tom chases your lips with his mouth, inflamed and warm. “Did well for me, though,” he says, eyes glinting. He kisses you again, hand shifting back towards your clit. “I think I should reward you for taking me so well, don’t you?”

You nod, a smirk biting at your lips. “Go ahead.”

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