#watch me pussy out and delete these again in fifteen minutes

[easyboi]

gm 😮‍💨

[sukiglycerin]

13 minutes || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero (therefore aged up)!katsuki bakugou x fem manager!reader

* genre: pro-hero!au, smut, this is the longest warning section i’ve ever written, mainly pwp, fluff at the end :>

* words: 2,266 of all this fiLTH

* warnings: AGED UP KATSUKI, ugh tumblr deleted my super long tags so now i must redo them, this is very long & filthy, whew let's go, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, office sex, reader is bent over the desk ofc, master/sir kink, a little pet play (he calls reader pet/kitten), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (how contradicting), cunnilingus (f receiving), cum eating (both ends), talks of safeword/colour system but no actual usage, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl!!), creampie, reader is kinda masochistic, pussy slapping, crying sex (no angst here tho), hair-pulling (m receiving if it matters), implied subspace, aftercare !! the best part !!

* a/n: so tumblr messed up sO much while i tried to post this, so i hope you like this! ty @toishi for sticking with me and all of my ramblings while writing this! (and ofc @dylanxmin for her lovely support!!) this is a VERY spicy thing, and almost had actual plot before i cut it out. if you like this, i may do a fluffier pt 2!! enjoy!

being a pro-hero's manager has its perks. the pay's good, the coworkers are pleasant, and travelling is pretty fun. to you, the best part is that you get to see your boyfriend of three years every day.

you've been dating pro-hero ground zero secretly, and you happen to be his manager. honestly, the latter came first in chronological order, but that doesn't matter anyway.

you first encountered ground zero (or as he was called back then, katsuki bakugou) during your time in the business course at ua. he bumped into you quite ungracefully, cursed at you, pushed past you, then let a startled but apologetic kirishima to apologize. it was fate, in kirishima's words. 

such fate led you to manage ground zero five years ago, after slowly climbing your way up from managing smaller heroes to finally reaching the popular ones. bakugou had been the only popular hero with a manager opening; you learned why soon after being hired.

the spiky haired hero had a short fuse and a tendency to cuss. he was picky, indecent, and often reckless with his public image; the calmest you'd ever seen him was when he blew up villains and screaming "die."

however, things change - things change a��lot. five years later, you're here: katsuki mumbling sweet things into the crook of your neck as his hands tease the waistband of your pencil skirt.

"katsuki, we can't- you have a meeting in fift- hng-!"

his lips find yours quickly, effectively quieting you down. you're sitting on katsuki's desk - a polished cherry wood thing that took too many weeks to find - as he towers above you, pinning you to your spot.

katsuki pauses, and pulls back, licking his lips. "sounds like a you problem."

"we really can't, this meeting is really important-" bakugou's fingers nimbly find their way under your skirt, deadly close to your panties. he really isn’t paying attention to you.

"and i'm the star of the show, the number one pro-hero-" if he hears you mutter 'that's midoriya,' he ignores you and continues, "-aren't i the most important one here?" his fingers rub your clothed clit, smirking at your audible gasp.

"k-katsuki, no-" you know he can feel the wet patch growing on your panties; from the way his determined eyes lock on yours, you know he won't be finished until you are too.

"how long do we have now, love?”

"thirteen minutes, but-"

"you're going to cum for me three times in the thirteen minutes we have."

it's not a question; it's a fact. you are going to cum three times in the next fifteen minutes.

“once on my fingers,” he puts a finger up, “once on my tongue,” another finger, “and once on my cock. the only thing you have to worry your pretty head about-“ he leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves, “-is keeping quiet enough.”

his fingers push your panties to the side with ease and play teasingly with your wet folds. he circles your clit with his middle finger slowly, dragging out each languid movement with a smirk on his face. you flush at the lewd, wet noises he elicits from your pussy. you know that his fingers are coated in your arousal.

you look down in embarrassment, gripping the edge of the desk, and stare at the cotton material of your pencil skirt.

"slut." the word is spat from katsuki's mouth. his hand holds your chin; his touch barely ghosts your skin, but the command still exudes dominance. he tips his hand up, so you're looking into his intense eyes.

"look at me, slut." the word is emphasized by the plunging of three fingers in your wet core. you whine, unprepared by the sudden intrusion. your legs move uncomfortably against the fabric of your skirt, which restricts you from spreading open your legs wider. you want to clamp down on katsuki's hand, but you know that that won't end well.

"patience, kitten." either by intuition or his own frustration, he speaks up gruffly. "all in due time." his thumb starts to knead your aching bud as he thrusts in and out, knuckle deep in your pussy. glancing at the clock, he grows impatient, quickly attempting to unbutton your blouse before ripping off the rest entirely. you'd normally protest - you liked that blouse - but you find yourself falling short of words at the pressure on your pussy. katsuki goes at a more rigorous pace, thrusting fast and deep while his free hand snakes itself under your bra to play with your nipple. the added stimulation has you keening to his touch, suddenly aware of his every touch. he pulls your bra cup down, freeing your breast and bending down to to encapsulate the hardened bud in his mouth. his tongue circles your areola and flicks your nipple; meanwhile, his pace on your pussy hasn't relented. 

soon, you feel the telltale feelings of pleasure bubbling through your body.  you tense against him, gasping out his name and clawing at his back. your knees buckle as your climax washes over you, making your body go limp in his hand. bakugou lets go of your nipple with a popping noise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his other hand pulls out, and he outstretches three cum-soaked fingers to you, an unspoken code for "suck." you open your mouth obediently, sucking your salty juices off his slim digits. 

"fuck," he cusses, eyes blown out wide in lust. "so fuckin' obedient for me, hm? such a fuckin' whore for your master."

you let go of the fingers in your mouth and nod. 

his non-wet fingers grip the bottom of your skirt. "off. now." 

"yes, master." you feel his eyes pierce you, watching you unzip your skirt and panties and let them pool around your legs. he holds you steady as you step out of the garments and toss them to the side. 

"sit up." he taps the desk lightly.

"it'll get w-w-" 

"did i stutter?"

"n-no, master."

he hums while you acquaint your bottom with the cold, hard wood of his desk.

"colour system, love?" his voice gets soft and he breaks the hard persona. his eyes are gentle, searching yours for any speck nervousness or hesitancy.

"green for 'i'm good, keep going,' yellow for 'slow down,' and red for 'stop.'"

"and if you can't speak?"

"three taps for red, two for yellow."

"what's your colour right now?"

"green, master."

his face hardens at the title. "always a good pet for me, aren't you?"

you nod. "yessir."

he spares another glance at the clock on the wall. "you're going to be a fucking good slut for master in the next 7 minutes, understand?"

"y-yessir."

"what was that, pet?"

"yessir."

"better be. spread." his fingers gesture to your legs.

he kneels before you, your drenched core spread out and on display for him at eye-level.

"so wet," he marvels, making your face heat up. like this, you're completely exposed to him; your breasts free from your bra, nipples hard against the cool air, and your pussy glistening under the light of his office.

he licks a long stripe up your folds, testing the waters. by now, the original intensity of your previous orgasm had worn off; despite this, when his tongue met your clit, you found yourself reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. he groans into your pussy, poking his appendage through your folds and administrating kitten licks up and down your inner lips to slurp up whatever juices were left. the teasing doesn't last for long, however. he starts to suck harshly on your clit, making you buck into his face in overstimulation and surprise. you cry out at his unceasing ministrations, tugging on his hair and your toes curling. the overstimulation is too much; pain mixed with white hot pleasure blinds you. the lips closed against your clit go hard; you're not even sure how katsuki can breathe going at such a pace. the pain starts to blend into pure pleasure. you throw your arm over your mouth in attempt to stifle your noises, eyes shut tight. you feel tears line your eyes as you cum again, katsuki's tongue pressed flat against your pussy. the pleasure is five times more intense now; you cry out, sure anyone standing outside heard, and clutch katsuki's hair as you recover from your orgasm. your pussy convulses violently, and you pant in a similar manner.

"k-katsuki- master- i-" you breathe hard.

"one more for me, okay?" he rasps into your ear. "i know you can take it, kitten. so good for me..." his chin and lips shine with your essence.

you nod, spreading your sore legs further apart.

"colour?" he checks, hands starting to reach for his belt.

"green."

he nods and unbuckles, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. katsuki leans in, hot breath fanning against you as he peppers kisses on your clavicle.

"you're gonna be a good cocksleeve for master, yeah? gonna be all fuckin' tight and wet for me?"

you whimper a shaky "yes," the head of his cock nudging your folds.

he eases his full length into you, the stretch always being something you always need to get used to. katsuki's not particularly girthy, but for what he lacks in girth he makes up in sheer length. he pushes in gently; it's clear on his face he wants nothing more than to ravage you, but he understands your needs.

"f-fuck," you gasps as he bottoms out. 

"ring ring ring," the tone of katsuki's phone rings through the room.

you lean over the desk, reading the caller id.

"it's horikoshi corp?" you say to katsuki.

"pick it up." there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes, but there's no time to dwell on it before you pick up the call.

"is this the office of ground zero?" a male voice asks through the line.

"yessir-" katsuki starts moving inside you, to which you bite your lip. "h-how can i help you?"

"this is regarding the meeting scheduled for today?"

"y-yes?" you gasp, flinging a hand over your mouth as bakugou starts thrusting into your core roughly.

"i'm terribly sorry to say this, but it appears that our boss has come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"don't- don't worry about it-" your knuckles are white gripping the edge of the desk, and you're slightly bent over it.

katsuki continues to hammer into you, speed increasing quickly.

"could we reschedule to friday, at 1:30pm?"

your mind skims through katsuki's friday schedule. "u-um... y-yes-! that can be arranged..." you're not sure if he can hear the wet slapping noises coming from your end of the line - but the thought of him knowing your dirty deeds with katsuki made you even wetter.

"alright, thank you!" the man sounds relieved. "goodbye."

"bye!" you half slam the phone down on the receiver, chest heaving.

"it's your lucky day, huh, kitten?" katsuki purrs smoothly. 

you nod, pressing yourself onto his desk so you're bent over it for him.

"such a fucking slut," you can hear the pride in his voice. "you like that, yeah? i can feel you clenching all around me. you're my fuckin' cockslut, right?"

your head bobs rapidly up and down. "yes, master- i'm-" you feel the familiar heat start to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

"don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growls in your ear, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

he presses you even harder into the desk, your breasts pushed up against the cold wood. 

"k-katsuki...!”

"my little pain slut, isn't that right?" 

"y-yes-! f-fuck, master-" 

he slaps your clit, making a loud, wet sound resound through the room.

it almost sends you over the edge. almost.

"don't- cum-" katsuki grunts in between thrusts.

you're so close it almost hurts. the pleasure overwhelms you; you shut your eyes tight to distract yourself, but you can only hear the sound of katsuki's heavy breaths and his cock slamming into you.

"katsuki- master- please, i can't-" tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is just too much, beating into you incessantly.

"you can, and you will," he orders, voice firm.

"k-ka- ka-" you blubber, tears dropping from your cheeks. you know you won't be able to hold it much longer; your pussy aches in need of release. "pl- pl, ka-"

"cum." it was the only word you needed to find yourself toppling off the edge, euphoria rippling over you violently.  tears stream down your cheeks, cum gushing from your heat. you're as limp as a doll in katsuki's arms, slumped against his desk. your pussy throbs, contracting violently - somewhere amidst your orgasm, katsuki had finished as well. your cheeks are wet, blouse thrown somewhere on the ground. your breathing is shaky as katsuki picks you up, stroking your hair delicately.

"hey, honey," he kisses your forehead softly.

you mumble incoherently, eyes drooping shut.

"you did so well for me... i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, 'suki.... 's good.... i liked it a lot..." you nuzzle into him, his body warmth comforting. katsuki smells of vanilla and caramel, a sweet combination that feels undeniably like home. 

you don't remember many of the next events well; everything blurs into a haze. you feel him gently thumbing your tears away, slipping your skirt and panties on and buttoning up one of his extra dress shirts on you.

the last thing you hear is a gentle "i love you," and before you know it, you're drifting asleep.

[skiesofthesketchy]

Unsend {1}

JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You accidentally sent your nude to your friend lol.

AN: Hi! Ummm... I wrote this. Idk lemme know if you like it and if you’d like to read a part 2!! Me.. over here obsessed with JJ baby. Ok thanks for reading love you :)

Warnings: lots of swearing, somewhat explicit descriptions, a smidge of blackmail...

Word count: 2.9k

Part 2: Send It

***

It was one of those days where you weren’t feeling particularly great about yourself. Nothing specific was the cause of such feelings, but today you just felt... bleh. 

Your rattiest pair of sweatpants adorned your legs and you wore an extra large shirt on top. Your hair was pulled into something that sort of resembled a bun, your face was covered in a mud mask, which looked and smelled gross, but the packaging said it would make your skin soft. You usually didn’t mind your appearance, especially when you’re just lounging around at home, but today you didn’t feel pretty. 

Pretty is not the most important thing in the world. Still, it felt nice to feel pretty. 

This led you to go through some of your old photos. It always made you happier to look back on some of the amazing memories you’d made. Scrolling through your camera roll on your phone, you found pictures from instances you had totally forgotten about. Your heart melted when you clicked on one of you and your friends.

It was the first day of summer, and your squad spent the entire day surfing before hanging out at the Chateau afterwards. John B. and JJ had grilled up some burgers while you helped Pope make a fire in the yard. Kiara had been the designated DJ of the night, which was her excuse for not helping with dinner. You all sat in camping chairs and hammocks as you ate and listened to music, talking and laughing about anything that came up. 

It was a pure moment, and you smiled at the photo. You had insisted on taking a picture to commemorate the amazing day, the first day of a wild summer ahead of you. You had set your phone on the porch with a timer, and yelled at everyone to quickly pose. They were already standing in somewhat of a formation, and as you ran to them to get ready for the picture, JJ grabbed you by the waist and spun you around so that he was holding you with your back against his chest. 

“Say pogues for life!” Kiara shouted, and you all huddled closer together in a group hug, JJ smooshing his cheek against yours with arms around your waist as you all screamed at the top of your lungs, “Pogues for life!”

You saved the photo to favorites, the sight of it making you feel better already. Before scrolling again, you zoomed in on your face, your cheek squished against JJ’s, and it made you blush. Any time he held you close, it made your skin heat up and your insides turn to mush.

Sighing, you kept scrolling, and were surprised to find a handful of scandalous pictures you had taken. You remember this day too, and you were feeling extra great about yourself then. So great that you had decided to snap a few nudes. You hadn’t sent them to anyone, but figured it was nice to have a few photos of you looking sexy. You blushed as you looked through these, wondering if you’d ever have the courage to actually send them to someone someday.

Your screen still displayed one of your nudes when you got a text from Kie. For some unknown reason, your phone spazzed out and the screen froze. “Come on,” you mumbled, pressing on the screen and the home button several times. You tapped repeatedly on the screen, annoyed that nothing was happening. Then it seemed to have started working again, because it lit up and you were suddenly watching your photo being sent to someone. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes widened. “What the fuck did I just do!?” 

Panic surged throughout your whole body. Your phone seemed to be working just fine now, but did you actually just send your nude to somebody?! You rushed to your messaging app, and the first name at the top of the screen was none other than JJ Maybank.

“No!” you yelled. You clicked on his name and sure enough, your naked body was in the chat, underneath it, the word, ‘Delivered.’

You threw your phone onto the bed. “This cannot be happening to me right now.” ‘Shit, shit, shit,’ was all that was running through your head on a loop as you tried to think of what to do.

‘Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet,’ you thought. You quickly picked up your phone again and called JJ, praying he would pick up. You needed to tell him NOT to open his messages. To delete the whole chat right now before he sees the picture. 

He didn’t answer, and you huffed, dialing his number again. You had to get a hold of him. If there’s any chance he hasn’t seen it yet, you were going to make sure he never does. You don’t know how you’d live with the humiliation. 

The call once again went to voicemail, and you were on your feet in seconds. You still had hope, thinking if he wasn’t answering your calls, he didn’t even have his phone on him, which means he couldn’t have seen the picture yet. 

You slid on some shoes and grabbed your backpack, not even bothering to look in the mirror before running out of your house. You knew JJ would be at the Chateau, and it was only a fifteen minute walk from your house. You figured you could make it in five if you ran. 

Then you were sprinting down the streets like a mad woman, your face still painted with the brown mud mask, which was starting to melt off as it mixed with your sweat. You didn’t even care. You just needed to get to JJ’s phone before he did. 

“I’m gon’ take a shower,” John B. muttered to JJ. JJ didn’t respond as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He found his phone resting on the couch as he sat down, taking a swig of Coors. He scrolled through the few notifications he had, the boy furrowing his brows when he saw two missed calls from you and a text. 

He didn’t think anything of it when he clicked on your text message, but what he saw had him spitting out his beer all over his lap and the coffee table. 

Your face wasn’t in the shot, but JJ knew it was you without a doubt. You were completely naked and laid across your bed. The frame showed from your collarbones down to your thighs, one of your legs propped up lazily, showing all of your most private parts.

JJ was stunned. He wasn’t thinking about why you had sent him this photo out of the blue. He was left ogling the picture in utter disbelief. Your tits were on full display, your nipples hardened into peaks, your skin looking flawless. JJ couldn’t help the grunt that escaped him when he zoomed in on your pussy. He had only dreamed of seeing you this way, but never in a million years thought that he actually would. Naughty thoughts started to swirl in his head when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps just outside.

It was you, panting wildly and your mind still racing. “JJ?” you yelled as you bounded up the porch steps. JJ quickly tucked his phone away on instinct, as if he already knew he shouldn’t have been looking at that photo.

You barged into the front door and stopped in your tracks when you found JJ standing in the living room. He chuckled as he looked you up and down. You were a complete mess, and it was plainly obvious that you had just been running for your life. “Y/N?” he asked.

“Where’s your phone?” You didn’t have time to explain, and you didn’t want to. You just needed to delete the photo without JJ knowing, and then you could forget this ever happened. 

JJ decided to play dumb. He found the current state you were in more than amusing, and he thought about how his day has already gotten so much better. “Uh, I don’t know. Why?”

“Come on, J, where is it?”

“I said I don’t have it. What’s this about?” He had an idea of why you ran in demanding his phone, but he wanted to watch you squirm as you tried to explain it. He wasn’t going to let you know he had seen your nude just yet.

“Nothing, I just need it, okay?” You started frantically looking around, throwing pillows and blankets onto the floor. “Where is it?” you grumbled. You still looked like a crazy person, and JJ was enjoying the scene in front of him way too much.

“I’ll help you look if you tell me why you need it.” The man was smirking, which pissed you off but you were too busy panicking to care right now. 

“I’ll just call it,” you said, before taking your phone out to call him. JJ took another swig of his beer as he watched you, totally unhinged. He knew he was about to be caught in his lie, but he was excited for it. This whole situation excited him. 

His ringtone started blaring from his pocket and you looked at him in disbelief. “JJ, seriously? Gimme your damn phone.” You were now standing in front of him, still quivering with nerves but putting on an angry face for him.

“No,” he smiled, looking more like the devil than the JJ you know and love. 

“I swear to god, JJ, I will murder you.” You reached for his pockets, but he had already slipped the phone out and held it above his head, out of your reach.

“Just tell me why you need it so badly!” He laughed as you jumped and yanked on his arm trying to get his phone. He easily kept it away from you, but you were putting in an admirable amount of effort. 

“None of your business!” you yelled childishly, hitting him in the chest as you continued to reach for the phone.

“My phone, my business.” You shouted in anguish and jumped on him, making you both crash onto the couch with you practically laying on top of him. Being in this position with your friend would’ve made you embarrassed, but you had too much adrenaline pumping through your veins to care. 

Your hands finally grabbed hold of the phone but he snatched it away from you and tucked it into the front of his pants. You looked at him again baffled. “Go on, take it,” he said. You wanted to slap the smirk right off his face. 

“Don’t think I won't.” 

“I hope you do, sweetheart.” His eyes burned into you in a challenging stare, his face only inches from yours. You knew he was just having the time of his life right now, teasing the shit out of you. You held his gaze, wishing you could burn a hole right through him. 

“Fine. You win,” you sighed. It was a bluff. You weren’t going to actually stick your hand down his pants! You sat back in defeat, but that’s when you realized the position you were in. You were straddling JJ, your top half leaning over him and his stupid, cocky face right under you. Heat rose to your cheeks as you hurried to get off of him. 

“Seriously JJ. I accidentally sent you something that you’re not supposed to see.” You decided to come clean, the embarrassment of the situation too much for you to handle any longer. You just needed to get this over with.

He sat up, deciding to come clean as well. “Oh, are you talking about the nudie?” he asked.

Your eyes widened until they were bulging out of your head. “You saw it?!” you screamed. This was your worst nightmare, accidentally sending a naked photo to someone. Of course it had to randomly be sent to JJ. You knew he would never let you live this down. You were right, this is utterly humiliating.

“Come on,” JJ laughed, still enjoying every second of this. “Don’t be embarrassed!”

“Of course I’m embarrassed, JJ!” you yelled at him. “You weren’t supposed to see that. It was an accident!”

“It’s nothing to get so worked up about. It’s a great picture, and I’ll cherish it forever.” The gleam in his eye had your stomach twisting in knots.

“Like hell you will. Fucking delete it.”

“You sent it to me. It’s mine now,” he smiled wickedly. 

“JJ,” you warned, glaring at him. He didn’t take you seriously though, mud still on your face in patches.

“Y/N...” he teased. 

The scolding approach wasn’t going to work, and you sighed. “Please JJ? Can’t you see how humiliating this is for me?” 

“It shouldn't be. You’re hot as fuck and you should be flaunting it.” Your cheeks burned at his words and the butterflies you knew oh so well were set loose in your stomach. The butterflies that only seemed to appear when you’re with JJ.

“What? That-- that’s not the point,” you stuttered. “I don’t want a naked picture of me to be on your phone!” 

“But I do,” he argued.

“JJ!” You didn’t let your mind drift to why he wanted the photo and only focused on getting the picture deleted. “You’re being a dick!”

“Fine, I’ll delete it,” he said after laughing at your pissed off expression, then standing up and retrieving the phone from his crotch. “On one condition.”

You hit him repeatedly in the chest, overrun by anger once again. “So you’re gonna blackmail me now? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He laughed, not affected at all by your assault. “I’m not above blackmail, sweetheart. Do you want to hear my condition or not?”

You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff. “Fine. What is it?”

He smirked, coming closer to you. As scary and seductive as he looked right now, you held your ground, eyes meeting his devilish stare. 

“I’ll delete the pic if I get to see the real thing.” 

“What?!” Your mind was spinning once again as heat rushed to your cheeks. “You-- You’re not serious!”

“Dead serious, Y/N.” He was shameless. Despite his attraction and feelings towards you, he knew you were off limits. No pogue on pogue macking was the rule. But today’s series of events had him thinking perhaps you weren’t as out of reach as he thought. 

If you agreed to his condition, it would be the best day of his life. If not, he knew he’d have to deal with you hating him for a while until he finally made it up to you, but this was a risk he was willing to take. 

You shook your head, turning away from him to hide your embarrassment. You didn’t understand why he would actually suggest such a thing. Was he really going to treat you like every other touron he picked up? Or did he like you? You couldn’t fathom the latter actually being true. 

“That’ll never happen, JJ.” 

He ignored the pain in his chest that was struck by your words. “Then I guess I’m the proud owner of one of your nudes,” he smiled. 

“Come on, JJ. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it’s funny.”

“Well it’s not!” You eyed the phone in his hands and decided to take a chance. You pushed the man as hard as you could and when he crashed to the couch, you lunged for it.

“Ha!” you yelled, grinning ear to ear with his phone in your hands. 

“Hey, give that back!” JJ got up, but you bolted out of the house, JJ running after you.

As you tried not to stumble over your own feet, you unlocked his phone and clicked on your message. “You better not delete it!” he yelled after you, catching up fast. Despite how serious you thought this situation was, it really wasn’t too big of a deal. He was laughing as he chased you, and you cheered in triumph when you finally managed to delete the photo.

‘Crisis averted,’ you thought. Except now you had to deal with the knowledge that JJ actually saw a naked photo of you. You were still embarrassed, but at least now there’s no evidence of this ever actually happening.

“Aw, come on,” JJ chuckled as he finally caught up to you. “I didn’t even have a chance to jerk off to it yet.”

“JJ!” You hit him in the chest. You didn’t think you could take much more of his teasing. Not today.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get my hands on it again someday,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and started stalking away, ready to just go home now. He only laughed as he watched you retreat. 

“Wait, Y/N!” 

You turned around to find him behind you, looking as handsome as ever. “What?”

“It was sexy,” he said bluntly, as if his words didn’t just light your insides on fire. “You’re sexy.” He winked at you, then casually sauntered off back to the house, leaving you in a confused daze.  

“Fuck you!” you yelled after him before running off into the direction of your house. ‘At least that’s over with,’ you thought, but you knew JJ was only going to continue teasing and flirting with you now that he saw how riled up you had become. How you were going to handle that, you didn’t know, but for some crazy reason, you smiled at the thought.

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part 2??

[chaerrie-on-top]

three

the group gathered back in the practice room; mina sitting against the wall again and the boys back to their respective exercises. taehyung and jungkook had moved on to weights while the other pairing was now at the punching bags. mina crossed her legs on the floor of the room and pulled out her phone.

she turned the device on and immediately deleted the app that sent her location to hyunjin; which was now he figured out where she was. the last thing she needed was for him to find taehyung's apartment. she knew he'd call her, screaming at her to download the app again but she was just going to ignore the calls.

should i block him? she started to ponder. mina thought that maybe she'd hold off on that for now; since they still had to settle what would happen to their shared apartment and belongings eventually.

suddenly a shadow casted over her, causing her to subconsciously tense up. she found jungkook standing over her, sweat plastering his white t-shirt to his fit frame. she noticed the slight outline of abs on his stomach, which she glanced at until she started feeling embarrassed.

"he's a prick," jungkook said as he patted his face dry with a hand towel, hinting at the unpleasant man he had dealt with earlier.

"oh, i know," mina responded indifferently with a shrug.

jungkook shook his head, "he's pathetic, you know? i saw him acting all hard when it was just you out there but the second i came out he didn't look so tough anymore."

before mina could respond, jungkook questioned her, "taehyung really doesn't know anything? about how much of a dick he is?"

feeling ashamed, mina shook her head. "i'm trying-"

"hey kook,"speak of the devil; taehyung's voice boomed from across the room, causing the two to jump. "stop harassing my sister."

jungkook rolled his eyes and flicked his hair out from his eyes disinterestedly. "i'm not," he called over his shoulder.

"well... thank you anyway," mina told him. "i could've handled it myself but i appreciate it."

"don't mention it," jungkook shrugged. "i don't tolerate pussy men pushing around women."

and with that he turned, confidently striding back over to tae. mina just watched in awe, a bit flabbergasted over jungkook's 'i don't care' facade. he was pretty cool, she had to admit. he wasn't the type to get hung up over petty things, she thought. mina wished she was more like that.

how wonderful her life would be if she had that attitude, she thought. maybe then hyunjin wouldn't treat her so horribly.

"would you please leave her alone," taehyung would say to the youngest boy once he returned. he lowered his voice so mina didn't hear him. "she's not your type; give it a rest."

jungkook sighed. "hyung for the last time; i didn't do anything."

"well, i know how you can be," taehyung sarcastically chided.

"hey, you two," hoseok warned upon hearing the men fighting back and forth. "stop it."

"yeah, jungkook you need to respect your hyungs. taehyung's just doing his job as her older brother," jimin chimed in. again, jungkook rolled his eyes.

taehyung and jungkook were the closest pairing of the group; they were always together. and because they had spent so much time together, taehyung knew the type of person jungkook could be; he liked to flirt and sleep around. and because of this, taehyung absolutely hated jungkook interacting with mina.

***

well after practice had ended, taehyung and mina hopped into his car and headed for her apartment. "he's at work, right?"

"hyunjin? yeah. he is."

the car fell silent for a moment, save for mina having to direct him every now and then.

"you know, i'm doing a lot for this stupid cat... i had to put down a small pet fee."

"ah, i'm sorry," mina apologized regretfully. "i'll buy you dinner sometime, but right now i'm short on money."

"what happened to your job? haven't you've been there for awhile?"

mina bit her lip, nimble fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. "i, um, i left..."

taehyung glanced at her, noticing her exterior shift to uncomfortable. it was a bit strange, but he decided not to press on for now. "well, the boys and i are going to hoseok's fight tomorrow to support him. you're welcome to come if you want."

"i mean," taehyung started. "i'm sure that's not your thing but we could go out to dinner or something too,"

"hm... okay," mina would agree after a moment.

"i've missed you a lot, mina. we barely talked for the past year or so."

"i know... i'm really sorry." she felt ashamed all of the sudden as taehyung brought it up.

"no, it's okay. you were starting your new life; i understand." taehyung says. "i'm proud of you! you're an adult now: not my little baby sister i grew up with."

"tae i'm almost twenty. i've been an adult for a minute now," she teased back.

but it was true; the two of them had a four year age gap so when they were growing up, mina really was the baby of the family. but they were a lot closer these days now that taehyung was 24 and mina 19. they got along even better as adults.

"almost? you still have a few months left, kid," he teased, making her roll her eyes.

only a few minutes later and the two had finally reached her apartment. taehyung parked the car and followed her into the complex, agreeing to come inside and help her carry what she needed. he'd carry all the pet stuff; the carrier, litter box, food bowls, etc. while mina grabbed another bag of clothes and such that she'd need.

"so you're really moving out, huh?" taehyung would ask, leaning against the wall of her bedroom while he watched her pack up.

"mhm," she said. "i'll get what i can today but i can come back eventually to get the rest. once everything is official."

it went silent for a moment, as taehyung fell into thought and mina resumed her packing.

"hey... you can stay with me as long as you need. really," taehyung insisted. "don't worry about mom and dad; just stay with me until you get back on your feet."

mina turned to smile at him. "thank you, tae."

the whole thing only took maybe fifteen minutes, and the pair carried everything to the car. mina sat with the cat in its carrier, right on her lap in the passenger's seat.

"so, what's it's name?" taehyung asked.

"oh," mina broke into a sheepish smile. "his name is goldie."

at the mention of his name his little orange face peeked through the bars, innocently meowing at his owner. "goldie?" taehyung repeated. "wow... i can tell you thought long and hard on that one."

mina groaned and rolled her eyes, playfully reaching over to give him a little push. "hey, i like it."

taehyung couldn't help but smile. he wasn't going to pick on her for now; he was just glad to have his baby sister back.

chapter four

[bxcketbarnes]

Routine Dinner Turned First Date

photo isn't mine

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery x Reader (College AU)

Words: 1500+

Author's Note: I saw this picture and immediately wanted to write something on it and my lovely friend, @bumblebet-20, gave me this fluffy idea. Enjoy xox

"Hey, cutie. You wanna meet up at that cute Italian restaurant that's just down the road from your apartment after you get done class? x"

You smiled at your text from Dacre who you've been friends with since elementary school. You make a quick glance towards the front of the classroom, double-checking to see if the professor was distracted before texting him back.

Dacre sat on his couch, rubbing his sweaty hands against his jeans as he read your text. A smile comes to his lips before running a quick hand through his hair.

"Hey, handsome. I would absolutely love too. Classes have been rough this week and the idea sounds wonderful. I get let out in ten minutes then I'm going to go home and drop shit off. I'll meet you there?"

You pressed send, biting your lip as it said he read it and the three bubbles at the bottom notified you he was typing.

The sandy-brunette types his message before quickly deleting it, dipping his head down at he gathers the courage to just ask if it could be a date. He's had a crush on you for ages and for a while he didn't think you felt the same way until the past year.

"Just do it, Dacre," he talks himself up while closing his eyes. "You're ninety percent sure she feels the same as you, so you shouldn't be nervous." He looks back down at his phone, typing the message for the last time and presses send before he has time to pussy out again.

"Would it be possible for it to be our first date?"

You let out the tiniest gasp, covering your mouth quickly and looks up towards your teacher to try and make it seem your paying attention. The professor's eyes glance towards you for a few seconds before looking away.

"Okay, class, that's all the time we have for today. Enjoy the weekend and please don't forget your paper on Wrongful Convictions is due Tuesday!"

You pack up your things and rush out of the classroom. As you're walking towards your apartment you realize you haven't texted Dacre back. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself and grabs your phone from your jacket pocket.

"I'd love that, Dacre. x"

You bring your bottom lip into his mouth, not being able to contain your smile and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Is this actually happening?

Dacre hears his phone vibrate against the coffee table as he slips his shoes on, getting ready to head towards the restaurant to get a table by the window. Something you've always loved sitting near when going to restaurants if it was possible.

He picks it up and read it almost five times, not actually believing his eyes. "She said yes. Holy shit, she said yes."

The phone buzzes in your hand, signaling that he'd replied back and you look down at the device.

"Really? Oh, wow, I was a bit worried you'd say no by how long you took."

You frowned a bit, kicking yourself slightly as you quickly responded to him.

"I'm sorry. I sort of made a noise and didn't want to get caught by the professor. Then the class was over and I got a quarter way to my house when I realized I didn't text back. I'm sorry! But, I'm at my place. I'm going to dress up a bit and I'll be there in 15!"

You set your phone down on your vanity, taking a deep breath before heading towards my closet to find a cute outfit. You pulled out your denim skirt along with a red off-the-shoulder top. You quickly put your put it on, adjusting the skirt a bit before applying a minimal amount of makeup. You slip on your black Toms and grab your purse on your way out the door.

It takes you almost ten minutes to walk to the restaurant, getting a bit nervous knowing it's gonna be an official date. You rub your clammy hands together as you stepped up to the door of the Italian place and opened it, heading inside.

Dacre sat at the table for almost fifteen minutes, looking out the window as he tried not to get too nervous. His blue eyes glance down at his phone, seeing a text from one of his friends. He grabs his phone and texts him back as you stepped up to the table, a huge smile on your lips.

"Hey," your voice snapped him out of his concentration and picked his head up.

His lips parted slightly, taking note at how beautiful you look. "H-Hey, you look… you look gorgeous," he mutters and stands up from his seat.

You giggle and feel your cheeks heat up a bit. Dacre wraps his arms around your shoulders in a quick hug before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You went to take a seat when he quickly pulled your chair out for you. "Thank you. You look mighty fine yourself," you tell him with a shy smile.

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You giggled at the story he was telling you as you twirled the pasta around your fork. The date's been going on for almost an hour and it has been amazing. It's not much different from the other dinners you've been on with him which is great.

"So, he literally throws a balled-up piece of paper at the teacher but misses and hits the girl he's been into for a year and a half," Dacre chuckles and you let out a laugh after chewing your food, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, no! What happened? Did he lose his chance with her?" You asked as you set your fork onto your empty plate, leaning back in the chair you're in.

"That's the thing! He's literally charming as fuck that he managed to get her to agree to a date with him," he shook his head and lets out a scoff. "If I were to do that to you, I doubt you'd go out with me afterward."

You shrug your shoulders, a playful smile on your lips. "I don't know, I might've. If we didn't know each other, I probably wouldn't consider it as much but I probably would've. You're cute," you confess to him and Dacre grins.

"Really? You think I'm cute?" He asked and you bite your lip softly, nodding your head.

"Of course I do. Have you seen yourself? You're like, a total babe," you mentioned and he reaches his hand out, gently grasping yours.

Dacre's eyes are set on your guys' hands and you look down as he slowly intertwined them together. "Well, you're also a total babe and what's special about you is your personality. You have such an amazing personality. It's the main reason why I fell so hard for you," he confessed to you and your heart pounds against your chest.

"Dacre… you're so adorable," you giggled and shook your head. "Your personality and sense of humor is the main reason I fell for you, too."

He grinned and looks like a kid on Christmas before the waiter brought over the bill. The sandy-brunette pulls out his wallet, handing the guy his card before the waiter walked away to process it.

"Do you wanna stay the night tonight?" You asked him and his blue eyes darts to you. "We could watch a movie? Play some games? Cuddle?"

Dacre holds up a finger as the waiter came back, giving him his card and receipt. He signs the piece of paper with his name before giving it back. The waiter bid you two a good night before walking away.

You and Dacre grab your things and head outside, not walking more than ten feet before he stops you. "I'd love to stay over tonight. It is a tradition, isn't it?" He grinned and you nodded your head. He strokes your cheek with his index finger, pushing some hair out of your face. "Can I kiss you?"

Your breath hitches in your throat as you look up at him through your lashes. Your heart's beating a million miles a minute as your hands found his waist, gripping his shirt a bit. "Y-Yeah, yeah you can," you whispered and he nodded slightly before dipping his head down.

His lips brushed against yours, your grip on his shirt tightening as he pressed his lips firmly against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, his hand moving to the back of your neck as his other moves to your hips.

A sigh leaves your nose, kissing him back as you tilted your head the other way while wrapping both your arms around his neck. The two of you get a little carried away and you realize you're in public still. You pull away from him, grinning like a fool and looked up at him.

"C'mon, Mr. Romantic, let's head back to my place."

"Alright, alright," Dacre grins down at you as you grab his hand and laces your fingers together as you begin to lead him back, both of your hearts fluttering wildly. You two look at each other as you walk side-by-side, his hand squeezing yours lightly and you smile widely while pressing your head against his arm.

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[salty-dracon]

ace hang plays calling cipher part 2

(Last Time on Calling Cipher... )

Lily, screaming, and banging her hands on the table: LET RILEY SAY FUCK

(jump cut)

Lily, screaming: LET RILEY SAY FUCK OUT LOUD! NOT IN HER HEAD! WE ALL SAY FUCK INTERNALLY! AAAAA

Brid: Lily, I am begging you to calm down. This is a video game! 

Lily: *literally falls off her chair* 

Brid: Lily? Lily, are you okay? Lily?

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Brid: Hey guys, Ace Hang is back again with more Calling Cipher! I’m Bridget!

Lily: And I’m Lily!

Brid: When we last left off, we finished the prologue, met our protagonist, thirsted over her... 

Lily: Mostly that. 

Brid: She was so cute, though... 

Lily: We also met a few characters, thank god we’re not the only girl here, learned there was some kind of conspiracy going on, and now we’re playing detective because we’re dumb and foolish, and we’ve recruited our friends to help us. Because we are all dumb and foolish. 

Brid: So what exactly did we learn? 

Lily: Maybe they should have watched the first video in the series. 

Brid: ... Yeah. Anyway, we stole a file from a school computer and some short kid thinks we’re our long-distance boyfriend. 

Lily: Plus we ran into our ex, and also got teased over us accidentally thirsting over our calc professor. 

Brid: By everyone and their mom. And our mom too. Like damn, she’s thirsty.

Lily: Not fun. 

Brid: I think the fact that we’re making a second part makes us qualify as masochists. 

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Lily: Oh, hey. Chase. What’s up?

Brid: Rich people things. The economy. Republicans. Nyu hu hu hu hu. 

Lily: Never say that again. Anyway, we’re really diving right into the investigation, aren’t we? 

Brid: Yeah. Wrong route, girl. 

Lily: Nah. 

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Lily: She’s out here wondering if he has a swimmer bod.

Brid: I don’t actually know any swimmers, so... no wait, actually, Narin’s older brother does swim a lot, so...

Lily: But you’ve never seen him shirtless.

Brid: Yeah, no.

(five second asexual silence while music plays in the background)

Lily: Are all straight people like this?

Brid: Aw, he just winked. 

Lily: AW????

(some lines of text later, the protagonist just straight up says that the professor has a spider on his head, without making any side comments on how stupid that move was)

Brid: W O W. that was... a move. Not a power move. A move.

Lily: She doesn’t even regret that one. Holy shit.

Brid: If I said something that stupid I think I’d die of embarrassment. “Hey, Mr. Balls. There’s a spider on your head, that’s why I was staring at your piercing.”

Lily: I love how he fell for it, too! 

Brid: Fucking hell. He might actually have a personality that isn’t just “horny”. 

Lily: Oh my god, isn’t it funny that he joked about the spider and his name is Mr. Parker?

Brid: There is no way they’re going to pull a spiderman joke.

(the option to pull a spiderman joke)

Lily: OH MY GOD

Brid: THE ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN

Lily: AN ICON! A LEGEND!

Brid: LET ME MARRY HER

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Brid: So Riley wants to take over her parents’ network security company, while Chase wants to take over the pharm business, and... 

Lily: Guess so. And? 

Brid: Well, my parents do financial consulting, and they want me to take over. And you know how Nick’s parents are, like, huge stockholders in Kronus Technologies? 

Lily: ... Nick... who? 

Brid: Nick Kronus. I don’t think you’ve met him, but he stays at Mr. Perch’s place sometimes. He and Val... don’t exactly get along. 

Lily: Oh. So... rich prodigal son. 

Brid: Yeah. So.... actually, it’s kind of cool that both Riley and Chase want to take over their respective businesses. I mean, I don’t, and like... I’m hoping Mr. Perch will let me take on an internship or something. 

Lily: Dude, you know he’d do anything for you. He likes you more than he likes his own kid. 

Brid: I feel bad, honestly. 

(dialogue) 

Brid: “What are you up to, Chase Colton? What’s your deal?” Oh, man. He’s trying to look for information on Reynolds, isn’t he? 

Lily: Yeah... We did tell him, yeah? 

Brid: Of course. He was with us when we were looking over the computers. 

Lily: Wait, but familiar word-

(Matt walks in) 

Lily: GOD DAMN IT

Brid: I KNOW THIS IS YOUR ROUTE BUT FUCK YOU

Lily: WE ARE BUSY

Brid: YES YOU ARE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING

Lily: Oh, he knows who Chase is, too. 

Brid: Oh no. Also, I love how Chase is taller. That’s so funny. 

(dialogue) 

Brid: Oh yeah, I forgot that this was a community college. Yeah, why is Chase attending a community college? 

Lily: I love how Matt is just chipping into him. 

Brid: Man, Riley doesn’t even give a fuck. 

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Lily: Oh. “There are rumors of an undercover cop working the case”. That’s interesting. 

Brid: Wait. Wait. Could that be referring to Kai? 

Lily: ... Huh? 

Brid: Remember he was chatting with that guy that called him “shorty”? 

Lily: Oh, yeah. 

Brid: But first, lemme go grocery shopping! 

(The let me take a selfie song plays in the background with a bunch of grocery store vines displayed on screen for like 30 seconds) 

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Lily: Love this elevator music. 

Brid: (laughs out loud) She hit someone with a shopping cart! 

Lily: Fucking disaster bi! Lily: OH MY GOD IT’S THE FUCKIN. THE FUCKIN CALC GUY

Brid: SORRY WE FUCKING RAN YOU OVER WITH A SHOPPING CART DUDE

Lily: JE NE REGRETTE NEIN

Brid: I REGRETTE IT

Lily: “so anyway you just killed my foot”

Brid: “no i didn’t”

Lily: “fuck you i’ll sue”

Brid: “you’re poor”

Lily: “and now you’re roasting me”

Brid: “shut up and i’ll buy you coffee”

Lily: “and now you want to poison me”

Brid: “ha joke’s on you i’m a mess”

Lily: This fucking banter, dude. 

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Brid: She’s a PALADIN who rides a GIANT FLYING MANTA???

Lily: I LOVE her. 

Brid: I’d die for her. 

Lily: Damn, he sure knows a lot about network security. HMMMMMM

Brid: Oh would you calm down?

(more witty banter until he calls her cute)

Brid: “HE JUST CALLED ME CUTE!” Fool, I’m in love with her too! 

Lily: You’re out there, and she’s- OH SHIT! SHE JUST GOT HIT IN THE FACE WITH A DODGEBALL!

Brid: Ouch!

Lily: Okay, but like, seriously? I’ve gotten hit in the face with dozens of balls and yeah. Ouch. 

(romantic scene) 

Brid: She is so cute. 

Lily: Wait. He has a ponytail? 

Brid: So? Sam has one. Anyway, she’s precious. 

Lily: SHE THOUGHT FUCK AGAIN-

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Brid: Great. We call our mom and get even more roasted. 

Lily: I. Hate this. But at the same time, I wish my mom were, like, cool. 

Brid: Okay, but like, yeah. I’d take being roasted over the bullshit I have to deal with every day. 

Lily: Anyway, I now know where she got that sass of hers. 

Brid: “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”

Lily: “I’m a romantic, honey! Also, like... make sure you get me some of that”

Brid: Oh, she’s asking about that program that deletes the original from the original IP. 

Lily: Right. I love how the mom’s just like- “no. don’t do this again, honey. you promised”

Brid: This fucking MC... she is so valid. 

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Lily: Oh hey. It’s Kai. 

Brid: Time to pull out my Val impression. 

Lily: Can’t wait! 

Brid: “How the hell should I know? Did you give all of the computers nicknames?” Pff. I love doing my Val impression for this guy. It’s so on point. 

Lily: What did Val say about your Val impression, anyway? 

Brid: He said that my voice was too high pitched to sound anything like his voice, but Arthur said the inflection was spot-on!

Lily: I definitely see that, yeah. 

Brid: I mean, he’s so Val, though... 

Lily: Don’t start assigning kins, now. 

Brid: I’m not looking to get murdered by one of my co-stars. Oh, hey, Chase is here. 

Lily: And looks like we’re actually going to learn something. 

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Brid: Dyphine! 

Lily: A drug they’re working on. Stolen two years ago... 

Brid: And Jennifer Reynolds stole it and deleted every other copy. 

Lily: Damn. 

Brid: And you could net a lot of cash for it. 

Lily: ... Wow. And he needs our help to track her down. 

Brid: Do you trust him? 

Lily: Do I trust anyone? 

Brid: Yeah, good point. I mean, it’s Big Pharma, but at the same time, he’s been earnest with us. 

Lily: Oh, but wait! We have the formula! 

Brid: Yes! Let’s solve this case. 

Lily: I swear to god, if we head back home and it’s deleted. Because that’s totally going to happen. 

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Lily: OH NO. We’ve been hacked. 

(text on screen pointing to brid with her eyes wide at the art)

Brid: Well, shit. Cinematic hacking time! 

Lily: And this music is epic! It’s like final boss shit! 

Brid: Go girl! Go counter hack them!

Lily: YEAH BABEY

Brid: “If I’m going down, you’re coming with me, motherfucker! Yeah baby!”

Lily: I can’t believe she’s spamming the connection with pussy pics. 

Brid: ... did you have to phrase it like that

Lily: Hey, they’re saying something. I’ll voice it. “Bitmap? Really?”

Brid: “SORRY NOT SORRY”

Lily: “You have something of mine...” Oh no, it’s Jennifer!

Brid: Oh my god. 

Lily: Wait, no...? “I’m the guy who’s about to break your last shield”...? 

Brid: What? 

Lily: Wow, this is intense. “Nice job with the flooding btw.” Damn. “Would have worked if I weren’t on Egon.” Where was that mentioned before?

Brid: Huh. 

Lily: “Cute pic, though. Later, kitten.”

Brid: ... Is it... the teacher? 

Lily: Let’s see... yarn... crap, I can’t see past the dialogue box. 

Brid: Mah girl’s fired up! What’s next, baby! 

Lily: ... 

Brid: ... 

Lily: THERE’S AN UNRELEASED PART 2??

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(post video)

Brid: So what are your theories regarding Calc Daddy?

Lily: ... did you have to call him that

Brid: *snort*

Lily: Okay, like in all seriousness... hold on, give me like, fifteen minutes to collect my thoughts, because I have a lot of theories and they need some time in the Brain Oven. 

(one jump cut later, Lily is holding up a sheet of paper, which Brid is trying to look at, but Lily isn’t letting her)

Lily: Okay, so my conclusion from what I saw so far is that there is a 90% chance that he is, at the very least, connected to Juh-Reynolds and he’s either Jennifer herself, or working with her. My reasons are thus. First, you saw in the prologue that he called Ry-Ry “his little thief” indicating that she stole something from him. And he traced it using an IP address. So unless ya boi Cipher somehow VPN’d and made us a puppet, that file was somehow “his”. But wouldn’t it belong to Jreynolds, since Dyphine was HER research?

Brid: A-jreynold-in.

Lily: Fuck you. Second, and this one’s more of a symbolism thing, you might recall that password for the file was “icarus”. You know who he is, right?

Brid: Yeah, the guy who sculpted wax wings, flew into the sky, and then they melted and he fell.

Lily: You know how his sprite has a necklace shaped like a wing when he’s not wearing clothes?

Brid: When he’s not wearing clothes?

Lily: When he’s not wearing his suit and tie. Oh my god, we’re not at third base yet!

Brid: *laughs* Okay, but like, actually... that is interesting, I never made that connection.

Lily: Third, you saw how hard he grilled Chase over the whole “why the fuck are you attending a community college” thing. We didn’t notice because he was literally doing exactly what we wanted to do, and giving us the answers without us even needing to ask.

Brid: Yeah, and Riley was like, “yeah, keep saying shit”. I don’t know if he thought we shared the same goal or something... or if it was just a coincidence. Or, no! He probably wanted to know what we needed to know for J. K. Reynolds.

Lily: And number 4 does fit in with all of these, plus it also gives a clue to his motive. He said some things that would sound normal, except, they might not... I forget the exact context, but something about buying something expensive came up, and Riley said something like “aren’t you a community college professor, why are you doing something expensive, you don’t get paid for shit” and I think it was about moving into the neighborhood, though I could be wrong. And like, even though Riley is attending a community college, her parents are like network security people, she’s rich. And he’s... not?

Brid: Okay?

Lily: Recall that Chase said that you could make a shit ton of money from selling that formula. If he’s not J-Money herself, I think he’s working with her for a cut of the profits. More than enough to buy a house.

Brid: Right, and whatever answer he was about to give, we never got to hear it because mah girl got hit in the face with a soccer ball. 

Lily: Also, this one might be weird, but remember when we were hacked and we were sent a kitten picture?

Brid: Yeah?

Lily: Wasn’t the kitten sitting on a really pink blanket?

Brid: Yeah, it was, I think. Why are you asking?

Lily: It was shown off, so I think it’s relatively significant. This might be a long shot, and it does have a few conditions, but recall that he said at some point that he was staying with a friend. And I think he does chat with Riley at some point about high level computer stuff. Assuming he was the hacker or knew the hacker, I think from that, and the fact that the blanket was pink, that we can infer that his friend is a woman. And who’s the only adult woman in this series? ... besides our dirty minded mom?

Brid: It’s Jennolds!

Lily: That was... actually really clever. And we know that she can’t exactly show her face with Chase around. So she might be sending someone to do her dirty work for her. *eyes light up* ... wait, who’s the professor he replaced? Because he said that he’d be subbing for someone, some female professor, and then he cancelled all of our tests-

Brid: ...

Lily: ...

(they both dive for the keyboard)

(Text pops up on black: It was “Professor Mendez”, not “Reynolds”. Well, shit.)

(More text: The wing necklace part was correct. The grilling Chase part was also correct. However, though the pieces about him not getting paid much as a community college professor was mentioned, there was nothing about how much it cost to move into the neighborhood. We might have been thinking of the cosplayer character. But we forgot the fact that he happened to know network security programs pretty well when we were talking about the manta ray mount.)

(More text: Also, we were wrong about the pink blanket. It was more of a grey-ish-purple, but there was also a ball of yarn and a folded blue striped something on the blanket. Wonder what it could be?... seriously Lily thought it was his tie, but the text box is a bitch)

(More text: Anyway our conclusions are the same. Unless these were a bunch of red herrings.)

[kenzieam]

Alone in the Dark - Eric Alone (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Angst

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I'd never realized before just how much a person still sees in perfect darkness.

Even during the darkest night, in the darkest corner of the Pit, there had always been something to see, even just the faint television-like static the brain conjured with nothing else to look at.

Right now, I can't even see that. I know perfect darkness, perfectly black surroundings, for the first time in my life. 

I don't know how long it's been since I chased the woman I love, my Fox, away for the last time; time passes differently here in my new reality. I'd finally gotten what my twisted mind had wanted, what I'd realized too late wasn't what I really wanted, and she'd left; her final words, 'It's over, Eric', clawing through the remains of my soul and nibbling insidiously at my sanity.

I knew, down in the darkest corners of my heart, that Fox would never have cheated on me, would never have had drunken sex with Kirby, and not just because I was that arrogant, not just because I didn't think that Fox was too moral for that, but because my heart and soul belonged to that woman, were irrevocably tied to her, and they would have simultaneously shattered inside me if she had.

But I was scared, a fucking pussy. I was scared shitless because I was blind, because the goddamn virus the Erudite created and then promptly lost control of had stolen my sight, stolen my chance at a normal life in Dauntless, and, as much as it terrified me to let her go, I couldn't let Fox stay with me; she deserved better, someone whole, and I was too scared to fight for her, to tie her to a cripple and wake up one day and feel pity or shame in her touch when she finally realized that she had bound herself to a broken version of Eric Coulter.

So I'd let the rage take me again, as I'd let it too many times since I'd woken up to stark nothingness. I'd let the shame and fury override my body and I'd yelled at her, screamed words I was too ashamed of to remember. And then I'd felt it, something I never wanted to feel from Fox again, something that will haunt my dreams until I die; hatred, she'd loathed me in that moment, and I was ridiculously grateful in that moment that I was sightless, that I wasn't able to see that darkness in my baby's eyes.

My other senses are stronger now, compensating for my useless eyes and I could feel the revulsion radiating off of her, like body heat, like an undercurrent of electricity; and in that moment I wanted to take it all back.

"Where are you going? Please baby, don’t go.” I'd begged.

"It's over, Eric."

I hadn't seen her since, no pun intended.

With nothing but time on my hands, and absolutely nothing to see, either literally or figuratively, my mind has turned on itself like an animal in a trap. My memories toy with me, nibble and tease at loose corners of my brain; the paradise, the perfect life I'd almost had are now a cloying sweetness in the air, like a decaying corpse. I'm tired of fighting the memories, the reminders and hazy visions that haunt me, I welcome them now, they are my only company.

I took a deep breath, ran through the plan in my head one last time; I felt a strange emotion, one so alien it takes me awhile to place it.... nervousness, and not the type you feel when there's a rifle in your hands and factionless hiding around the corner, but the real nervousness, the frightening kind, the kind where you hold out your heart to someone with trembling hands and hope they don't slap it to the ground.

It's hard to believe it's been over a year since Fox LaRue, the current source of my anxiety, jumped first in her initiation class into the net waiting below her. Hard to believe it’s been that long since I’d reached for her hand and felt my heart jolt in my chest, leap from my body and into her hands. Some days it feels like we’ve been together forever, forever connected and together, and other times it feels like just a heartbeat ago.

I’d held out as long as I could, hiding my helpless attraction behind cutting words, forced fury and less than fair training practices, but Fox never wavered. She started out the best initiate in her year and she ended the best. Leadership was a given with her, and I was the one who was with her when she received her leadership tattoos, watched in concealed awe as she sat stoically and accepted the pain without a sound. My resolve had crumbled that night, and I’d poured out my heart to her at her coronation party, shuddering with shock and overwhelming joy when she’d smiled and told me she felt the same, that she’d felt the same pull since initiation and could no longer hold back either. We’d cut out of the party early and stumbled back to my apartment, where we didn’t come up for air for days, until Max himself hammered on the door and demanded we come out.

That was months ago, and we hadn’t weakened, if anything, we were stronger. People watched us when we walked together, stared at us with envy and awe in their eyes; leaders from other factions kept their distance in meetings we both attended, intimidated and cowed. The sex was incredible, mind-blowing in it’s intensity and passion, but our physical connection was only a part of us. We just fit together, two halves of a whole, soulmates in every sense of the word, and I was ready to make it official. For a guy who’d never entertained the idea of commitment, I was ready to commit to one, and only one, my Fox.

My skin tingled, it only did that around one person and I turned around, a smile already pulling at my lips to see my Fox walking towards me. Fuck, she had a banging body, but it was so much more than that, it was the spark in her eye, the confident sway in her hips, the effortless way she dominated a room with her presence, the way she pulled others helplessly towards her with her mysterious magnetism; that, and that incredible hair. Her namesake, a vibrant mane that was soft as down to my calloused fingers. It was her kaleidoscopic, cat-like eyes, enigmatic shades of brown and amber that I could lose myself in for hours, as our bodies joined and straining so sweetly together.

Fuck, I was whipped.

“Hey,” she purred, snuggling right up against me, sending a jolt through my chest and making my jeans tighten instantly.

“Hey.”

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah. You done with that Amity meeting yet?”

“Just got done.”

“Good. Go changed baby, I want to take you out to the Pier.”

“The Pier? Any reason?” Fox teased, her eyes dancing, biting her bottom lip in a way that made me want to bite it for her.

I shook my head, wondering, not for the first time, if she could read my mind. “No, just want to be alone with you, watch the sunset.”

“Sounds good. Give me fifteen minutes, I’ll meet you at the tracks.”

I pulled her close for a kiss, one of those head-spinners that I can’t get enough of but drew away before my hands traveled where they itched to go, to stroke the bare skin just above Fox’s waistband, along her hipbone. If I touched that, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and here wasn’t the place.

Desire flashed in her eyes, mirroring the want in mine and she turned away, throwing one last flirty wink over her shoulder before she disappeared.

I paced at the tracks. Fox wasn’t late, I was early. I’d jogged straight here, trying to get my head on straight so I didn’t give myself away as soon as I saw her. I don’t know if Fox suspected anything yet, but I didn’t want to arouse her suspicions.

The train was roaring by when I felt the familiar tingle and I waited until Fox fell in step beside me before starting to run. She leapt in the train car ahead of me and I felt a thrill at her natural grace, a kick of desire race through me as I followed, pulling her hard to my chest as I leaned back against the wall. My body ached for her but I made myself wait; it wouldn’t be the first time we missed our stop because we’d gotten lost in each other, given into our need while the train rocked beneath us, joining in that visceral, primal way; our cries lost in the rattle of the tracks and screeching of steel as we peaked in each other’s arms.

I managed to drag myself away from her sweetness as the Pier came into view and held Fox’s hand as we leapt out, leading her to our favourite spot; the Tower, where we could see out over the city as the sun lowered and set.

I’d brought us food, but I couldn’t wait any longer and I dropped the pack in the corner, wrapped my arms around Fox from behind, nuzzling in the crook of her neck. We leaned against the window ledge, the glass long since broken out and gazed out over the Pier, the rusting, broken-down amusement park, a relic of the long-gone past. For a long while neither of us spoke, we didn’t need to and I pressed lingering kisses to the soft skin of Fox’s throat, breathing in her intoxicating scent, relishing the feel of her against my body.

“Fox,” I murmured, lifting my head to brush my lips against the shell of her ear, biting back a groan as she shivered.

“Mmmm?”

“I love you.” These words. Just three little words that meant so much. I’d never said them to another person before, not my mother, my father, my brother, nobody. Nobody until Fox, and then the words had come easily, rolling off my tongue like the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you, too.” Fox whispered back, snuggling deeper back against me. She turned her head and I lifted mine to meet her, the familiar jolt shooting through both of us as our lips touched. She reached up, hand curling against the back of my head, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened, her tongue sweeping against mine, drawing a rumble from deep in my chest. Fuck, I will never get enough of this woman, I will never be tired of touching her.

I pulled back just enough to rest my forehead against hers, trying to control my racing heart. Nobody, nobody had ever affected me like this before, drawn me in like this and I was hooked. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for Fox, nothing, except let her go.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled further away, lifting my head to meet Fox’s gaze. Her eyes were hooded, hazy with lust and I felt an answering purr deep inside me.

“Fox. I’ve never felt this before, I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I want you.... I need you; nothing matters to me but you. Please baby.... marry me.”

Her eyes went languid, warm kaleidoscopic pools of amber and I felt her answer before she spoke, a deep sense of peace flowing through me, a tenderness I’d never felt before.

“Yes.”

Reality hit me then, like a slap. I physically jolted on the bed, limbs convulsing with shock. It felt like I’d been plunged in ice water.

This was a memory, a reminder of better times, when I’d been whole and healthy and fucking lucky enough to have Fox in my life. We’d made love in the Tower until the moon rose high, returning to the compound only to fall in bed again, finally collapsing in an exhausted tangle of limbs, drifting off to sleep wrapping in each other, sure in the knowledge that we were inseparable, that this was forever.

Two weeks later the virus escaped Erudite, and my world fell apart.

[injusticeff]

Chapter Five

Xae

I held up the burgundy colored lingerie as I flipped to my back camera so she could see it. “How’s this?”

“I’m sorry. Are you getting a gift for you or her?”

Rolling my eyes, I sat the piece down before letting out a exasperated sigh. I’ve been here for almost two hours and nothing seems good enough to get for Bree. At least not to my cousin.

She always had something to say. It never fails. I remember when we were younger and we actually used to square up and box it out. Ah, those were the good ole days where I can smack her upside the head and I wouldn’t get in trouble because me and my other cousins would always play fight. Especially after watching a movie that had something to do with ninjas or kung fu.

“Well shit, ion know what else to get and I figured she would like getting sexy for me so I can lay down the pipe—”

“Ew!” She interrupted me, “Ok, I don’t need to hear anymore about y’all sexual endeavors. You’re making my stomach feel queasy.”

Cackling loudly, I shook my head then quickly straightened myself out once I realized that other customers in the mall were now staring at me. I turned my attention back to my cousin on my phone screen and quietly chuckled again. “Lighten up, CeCe. You know you would wanna get in on it if you could.”

“Psh, you wish.” She waved me off, laughing at my shenanigans. I knew she always wondered how her big cuz got down, all she had to do was ask for my sextape. She definitely can't tell Bree though because I ain't tryna die either.

I ran my hands down my face and sighed once again. “I don't know what the hell to get her and you ain't no damn help.”

“Hey, you called ME and asked for advice. I never said I was gonna help.” I looked at her like she was crazy.

I know she was just playing but damn, a nigga got feelings too.

“Just help me find a gift. I wanna do something nice for her. We been having these arguments and shit lately and ion like how downhill things have been going. I know one little gift ain't just gonna magically fix everything but I at least wanted to start with something—”

“Alriiiiiight. Enough with your sap talk, I'll help you.”

Giving her a cheesy smiled followed by a chuckle when she rolled her eyes at me, I walked out of the store I was in and began to look around at other places that have things I thought Bree would like. She's not very picky; she likes anything I get her but I still want to get her something she's going to love.

I walked into another store when these Adidas leggings caught my eye. I remember she's been saying she wants a cute pair of them for a minute. I just don't know which ones to pick.

There were these red ones I know will look good on her because red is baby girl's color. Then there were the regular black ones which would be good because they pair with anything. But then there were these ones with floral designs and she gotta hella floral print shits in her closet.

Holding all three of them up in view of the camera, I furrowed my eyebrows. “Which one?”

“You already know I mess with the red jawns. I need me a pair because I already got some black ones—”

“I don't care what yo ass like my nigga, think bout what Bree would like.” I interrupted her, now fed up with her shenanigans.

Flicking me off in response, she began to rub her fingers on her chin as if she was thinking. “Hm...” A couple more moments of silence later, she burst out excitedly. “I know! Get all three!”

I was about to say something smart until I thought about it and it actually sounded like a good idea. I won't have to worry about which one she likes the best because she'll have all three.

“You're a lifesaver CeCe.” I smiled in the camera as I looked through the racks for my girlfriend's size.

As I searched, I noticed someone familiar across the same store that I was in. She was laughing and I was happy to know that she was ok and smiling because I know she's been going through a lot even though she doesn't like to talk about it. I was about to make my way over to her before I saw a taller male with a beard and tattoos swoop her in his arms from behind as they planted a kiss on each other's lips.

Stepping back more behind the racks, I made a face. "Aye, cousin. I gotta go." I told CeCe before hanging up, not giving her much of a chance to respond.

I looked out from behind the racks again and this time she was holding up some shorts to her lower body, asking the male how it looks. He replied with something I couldn't really make out before slapping her ass and earning a laugh from her, leaning in to press another kiss on her lips; this time with it moving in slow motion before my eyes.

My chest felt like it dropped to my stomach.

I felt betrayed for some reason. Me and her hadn't talked in weeks but now, it's like I know the reason why is because she's been with another nigga. What was so different about him that she opened up to him and not me? Especially since we've known each other for so long. It should have came easier for her to let me in.

I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach as I watched them happily converse, not at all aware of my presence due to how much attention they were giving each other.

Shaking my head to snap myself out of it, I turned back to the leggings I was getting as a gift for my girlfriend. There was no reason I should be jealous in any way, shape or form; and yet, here I was.

What's even more confusing is that I don't even know why I'm feeling like this. We've never been anything more than friends and that's how it was always expected to stay.

I really needed to wipe this shit from my mind. What's up with me? I gotta beautiful girl at home that loves me and that's all I need. So get it together Xae.

Once I got the sizes that I needed in each pair of leggings, I made my way to the cash register and side-eyed them as they left out of the store. Thank goodness they're gone. I didn't know how much longer I could take all the mushy gushy displays of affection they were doing. I thought me and Bree were bad when it came to PDA, I just felt like I was on set of a whole porn video.

Paying for my items, I left the mall and sat in the car for a little while just... thinking.

I couldn't even explain how I was feeling right now but all I knew is that I really wanted to text her. I stared at her contact name for about ten minutes, just debating on what I should do. I'm the type of nigga that outweighs the pros and cons before he just does some reckless shit.

Sighing, I shook my head and scrolled down before pressing the delete contact button and starting the car up. It was a quick ride home; mainly because I was speeding trying to get there.

I know I needed to get them images and feelings off my mind because they would bring nothing but trouble and I could already tell.

After about fifteen minutes, I was pushing through my front door and practically lunging towards our bedroom before busting in. “Kiss me.” Before she even had a chance to respond, I threw the bag filled with her leggings down on the bed before grabbing the waistband of the shorts she was wearing and viciously snatching them down.

“Huh—Baby!! What are you doing?!”

Ignoring her question, I leaned down between her legs and let my tongue go ham on her clit. You would literally think I was hungry with the smacking noises I was making against her pussy.

She gripped the back of my head as her back arched high off the bed with a loud moan. “Fuck Xae. Take your pussy papi.” My dick was now standing at full attention for her.

I closed my eyes as I tried to erase the previous memories from my head. My focus on eating her out was helping to clear my mind a bit.

Leaning back up, I placed a sloppy kiss on her lips as I pulled the waistband of my joggers down just enough to expose my hard on. I watched her gorgeous ass love faces as I slowly slid inside of her, feeling her juices coat my dick almost immediately.

“Fuck.” I grunted out against her lips before placing another rough kiss on them.

I didn't give her no time to adjust, I made my presence inside of her known with deep hard thrusts; each one sending her more and more over the edge.

My focus and attention were both completely with her now, just how I like it. I smirked at her and began sucking on her neck, leaving dark marks to claim my territory for anyone who didn't already know what it is.

I rammed into her with steady force, feeling her walls start to clench around me already from the way I was hitting it.

“Just like that. Fuck, I'm about to cum!” And with that, I felt her release more juices as they instantly covered my shaft but do you think her orgasm stopped me? Hell nah.

Putting her legs up on my shoulders, I held onto the small of her waist and began thrusting into her even deeper than before; this time earning pleasurable screams from her as her hand pressed up against my stomach as a form of resistance.

I quickly shoved her hand out of the way without messing up the pace. “Nah, you better take this dick.”

“I can't!” She yelped out, trying to put her hand there once again causing me to hold onto it and go even deeper.

By now, I knew that you could hear her screams from all the way down the street if you listened closely enough. After about twenty more minutes of that, we finally came together and she was soon sleeping peacefully in my arms.

I looked down at her and planted a light kiss on her cheek. “I love you baby girl. You the best thing that's ever happened to me and I only want you.” I don't know whether or not I was telling that to her or myself but right now, I feel like it's true. If it wasn't for her, I don't know where I'd be.

She kept me sane when I felt like everything was falling apart. I know she's what I need right now so I gotta shake this feeling of jealousy off ASAP. I tried my best to get those confusing ass thoughts out of my head before slowly drifting off to sleep.

***

“Xae...”

“Xae!”

“I need you, Xae.” Her sweet voice steadily called my name as I desperately searched for the source.

But there was no one there.

In fact, I don’t think there was anyone within miles from here. There was only me in this bright green field. I had no idea where I was and the only thing I was surrounded with were millions of blades of grass. This place was nowhere near recognizable to me... but still, I had a sense of familiar peace.

I don’t think I ever wanted to leave.

“Xae!!”

Snapping my head in the direction of her voice, I began running. I don’t know who I was looking for or where I was going but I just continued to run until I couldn’t anymore. This field just didn’t seem to end.

I sunk down into the ground and closed my eyes, out of breath and tired. That is until I heard her giggle.

“She really does have your eyes baby...”

My eyes shot open and there she was; sitting beside me with a newborn in her hand. The baby girl had caramel skin just like her mother’s and freckles just like me. And she was right. The baby does have my eyes. Looking at this tiny little human being, the longer I stared the more I was certain that the baby in her arms was definitely mine and tears immediately started threatened to form in the brims of my eyes.

“Do you want to hold your daughter?”

I couldn’t give much of an answer because of how shocked I was but the precious little infant was still placed in my arms. I never thought I would have a child because I knew Bree couldn’t have one.

Oh shit, where’s Bree?

Looking up at the mother of my child, I was greeted with a gorgeous soothing smile as she watched me hold the newborn. She leaned closer, just centimeters away from my face before pressing her soft lips against mine.

I could feel the beads of sweat trickling down my face as my body suddenly jolted up, now fully awake.

“Simone!”

Tiarra

“Girl, can you please hurry that ass up. We got places to be and people to see. I been waiting for fifteen minutes already.” I scolded her to hurry up because honestly, I was more excited and anxious that I let on.

I really hope he likes me.

I mean, I’m the auntie so I’m supposed to be the cool one that spoils her only nephew right? I’ve never been the one to actually deal with kids though so a girl can only hope.

Honking the horn a few times, I fidgeted in my seat as I waited impatiently for Simone to come out of the house. She finally stepped out after about five more minutes, getting in the car like she didn’t just make me wait forever.

“Girl, how long it’s gonna take you to get ready to go get your son from daycare. Who you tryna look cute for?”

She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Nobody! I just didn’t want to come out the house looking a hot mess.”

Narrowing my eyes at her, I gave her a knowing look. “Mhm. Who’s house is this anyway? Did you and Dom move?”

“No. This is my, uh, friends house.” She sounded like she knew as much as I did about the situation; nothing. I decided to believe her on that anyway since I didn’t really have any proof or reason not to.

Putting the address to the daycare in on my GPS, I started driving in the direction of the place as Simone and I sang and danced along to all the songs we knew on the radio, earning a few crazy looks from anyone who was next to us at a red light.

Once we finally arrived, I went with her to go sign Dominick Jr. out of daycare. We got to the front desk and my attention soon diverted to all of the playing toddlers around the remainder of the room. They looked so happy and care free. I wish I could go back to those days where I didn’t have nothing to worry about except for my juice and animal crackers.

“Mommyyyyy!” The happy screams of one child in particular broke me away from my thoughts, smiling as I saw the uncanny features of Simone and Dom.

He ran into Simone’s arms in full speed, earning a twirl from her as she lifted him up onto her hip. “Junior, I got someone I want you to meet.” She gestured me over to them.

Smiling, I made my way to them and wave at my handsome Nephew. “Hi Junior, my name is Tiarra.”

“Like the princess?”

I laughed wholeheartedly and shook my head. “That’s Tiana you’re thinking about baby boy but close enough.” I couldn't help but smile. After all, this is my first time meeting him.

He grabbed a hold of Simone's hand once she put him down as we began to walk back to my car, singing his newly learned ABC's to us as we did so.

“Good job baby! You're so smart.” They high-fived and he gave her a big cheesy smile.

I loved their relationship. It makes me want to have a kid someday but I don't think that's something me and my boyfriend should rush into. I mean, we just moved in together. Baby steps. But this was definitely adding onto my already present baby fever. I'm getting to that point in my life where all of my friends have kids and are growing families and the few that don't like to party all of the damn time. That wasn't really my scene.

I'm one of the only ones who doesn't really know what they're doing. Hell, even my younger sister has her own little family.

Sometimes I get scared and think about if I'm really ready for all of that. My boyfriend has never really brought up the idea of having any kids except once when we were surrounding by all the Bebe's kids at my baby cousin's birthday party and you can already guess how that went.

“Earth to Tiarra! Can you unlock the car please?” Simone huffed at me causing me to break away from my deep thoughts.

I chuckled nervously and pressed the button on my keychain to unlock the doors before hopping it in. I waited until Simone finished buckling Junior up then got settled in the car for herself before going on my Maps app.

“Where are we going?” I turned to Simone since she didn't really specify earlier.

“Oh! Back to the house you picked me up from.”

Nodding in response, I tapped the address and started up the car before driving off. “Who's house is that anyway?”

“Oh, uh, just a friend.”

I raised one of my eyebrows because she didn't sound very convinced but I decided not to press the situation because I didn't really care. She's a grown woman.

After about twenty minutes, we were back at the house and were all in the living room watching a movie. Although, I think Junior was more focused on coloring this picture he started once he got bored with the movie no later than five minutes into it. To be fair, it wasn't really a children's movie anyway.

I was honored when he told me that he was including me in the picture. I wasn't sure if he was going to like me or not but I was hoping for the best.

My eyes averted to the tall buff male figure that suddenly stepped downstairs; shirtless and scrumptious. He made his way over and held out his hand, earning a high five from Junior as they greeted each other. He must have been here before.

“Hey baby.” He then leaned down to plant a kiss on Simone's cheek. Baby?

I raised my eyebrows as I looked at her. “A friend, huh?”

She gave me a guilty look. “I'm sorry, I just didn't really know how to describe us. Me and Saint don't really have a title.”

“Miss Simone here likes to keep our relationship fresh like that.” The fine ass male finally spoke to me in a husky, panty dropping voice. Lord, give me strength. Oh please, I beg of you.

Why does Simone always have to snatch the sexy ass niggas? Don't get me wrong, my boyfriend always looking fresh all day but this nigga had my clit throbbing.

Stop it Tiarra, you just got your sister back. Why you always gotta want what you can't have? I think you just like the thrill of it... and maybe the satisfaction of knowing you can get any nigga you please if you get him in the right place at the right time.

But those days are over and I'm trying to do better for myself now. I am doing better for myself now.

I turned my attention to Junior to take my mind off of it. “Can I see what you got so far?” He put a couple finishing touches on the paper before proudly holding it up for me to see.

“We're all superheroes!”

I giggled at his excitement. “Oh yea? What's my superpower?”

“You got bit by an ant and now you have ant powers.”

Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked over the drawing for a few seconds and I sure enough had the body of the insect. “Why an ant?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Spiderman was taken.”

When I tell you I died laughing. This boy is a trip. I'm not entirely sure if I'm comfortable having my head on the body of an ant but if he likes it, then I love it.

Through my peripheral vision, I see Simone and the man cuddled up on the other end of the couch as they shared a few kisses. I lowkey rolled my eyes and then stood to my feet.

“Where's the bathroom?” I asked causing both of them to turn their attentions to me.

The man pointed down the hallway. “Down that hall, second door to your left.”

Making my way down the hall, I counted the doors before stepping into the bathroom and locking the door once I shut it. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my looks but also slightly criticizing my flaws. I try not to do that too much though.

Straightening up my posture, I slowly removed my jacket and threw it to the side. I continued to keep this eye contact with myself as I stepped out of my shoes and socks, followed by my shirt and pants. My eyes roamed over my half naked body as I began to gently caress my skin to get that tingling sensation that I was looking for.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground as I seductively tugged at the waistband of my panties before pulling them down as well.

I just imagined stripping for Saint as he sexily bit down on his bottom lip, watching each article of clothing slowly disappear from my body. His dick was now standing at attention as he motioned me over to him.

He helped me onto the bathroom sink as I spread my legs wide for him to get a good look of everything I was blessed with. Grabbing my hand, he guided it down to my pussy as my fingers automatically started working against my clit because I already knew he wanted me to play with it a little for him.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I cupped one of my breast with my unoccupied hand and continued massaging my sensitive area, trying my best not to make a sound.

But I desperately wanted to moan for him.

I slowly inserted two of my fingers inside of myself, gently pumping them in and out as I pictured him stroking himself to the show I was giving him. I had to show him what he was missing for not being inside me.

Pressing my lips together, I picked up the pace as my fingers worked their way at a steady pace. I curved them a bit so that they hit my spot each time they went deep, moaning his name loudly in my head. My climax was building nearer and nearer. The lust in his eyes as he watched me finger myself was only helping to speed up the process. I felt like I was about to burst.

With a light moan, I squirted hard and... all over the wall.

Panicking, I snapped out of my daze and attempted to wipe it off with some toilet paper but to no avail. It had to dry for it to go away now. I sighed, hoping no one would come in here for another thirty minutes as I started to put my clothes back on. I cleaned up the rest of the mess I made on the sink and the floor before flushing all of the tissue I used down the toilet then washing my hands.

Looking into the mirror again, I straightened myself out and put on some more lip gloss before going back out into the living room.

“Damn, you took hella long. Don't tell me you blew up the bathroom?” Simone joked as I chuckled anxiously in response.

“Yup. I wouldn't go in there if I were you.” Smirking to myself, it was ironic because I wasn't talking about the same type of blowing up the bathroom that she was talking about. “Anyways, I'm gonna get going. It's getting late and I got to go to work in the morning.”

She stood to her feet and wrapped me in a tight hug. “Well thanks for coming. I'm really glad I got my sister back. Feel free to see me and Junior whenever you'd like.” She smiled at me wholeheartedly. I really wanted to ask if Saint was included too but then I would just be being a bitch.

“I'm glad I got you back too. I love you little sis.” Making my way over to Junior, I embraced him and kissed his soft chubby cheeks causing him to laugh. “And I'll see you later kiddo. Don't forget to tell me all about my super powers next time I see you.” He nodded and pecked my cheek back before I put him down and said my last goodbyes to everyone as I left.

Well then. Today was a pretty productive day.

Dom

My eyes felt hella heavy. But then again, so did everything else on my body.

This shit was literally the worst feeling ever. I didn't even know it had been that long since my last fix. Shit was starting to take a toll on my body for real.

I haven't been out of bed all day and even though I was tired, I just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Then my damn girl hasn't been back since I asked her to marry me and she ran out on me in front of everyone. I was just alone right now.

And I felt like shit.

I've probably slept only four hours in the last two days and the shit Simone did to me is really weighing in on me. It slick hurts. And that's what scared me because I've never felt that kind of hurt before.

My beard had started growing in and I've been too attached to my bed to go shave so I was looking a little scruffy. My hands shook like I had a bad nerve and I couldn't shake this feeling that everyone around me was out to get me in some kind of way. It's stupid, I know.

I haven't spoke to anyone in a couple of days; not even my mom so I already know she's been blowing up my phone wondering where I'm at. I honestly just didn't feel like being bothered. I still don't. All I got is myself and I been knowing that from jump.

Damn, my head was pounding. But I didn't feel like getting up to go get some water either. I can't even do the simplest shit anymore; I don't have the motivation to. I liked it better when I had control of everything that was happening in my life. Now it seems like everything is getting too out of control.

Maybe that little nice act I put on fucked it up. It showed my vulnerable side and she took that for granted. If I would have kept doing what I was doing before, she would have been too scared to even fix her mouth to say the word “no.”

Well if it's the mean Dominick she wants, it's the mean Dominick she'll get.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes as my head started to throb causing me to break away from my thoughts. My whole body aches so badly and I was just here all by myself. Nobody cared...

I can't take this shit no more. Grabbing my phone, I went to my recent calls and tapped on my plug's number. It rang a few times before he answered. We usually spoke in code when I was asking for some coke. This nigga was hella paranoid and thought his phone was tapped but I think people still would catch on if I'm calling you every now and then for the same thing.

Once I placed my order, I threw on a sweat suit and my slides before grabbing my keys and heading to the car to go pick it up. I decided to stop by McDonald's and get myself a big mac on the way there. It barely lasted five minutes with how hungry I was.

Now all I needed to do was get home. That's all I need to do.

My eyes got heavier and heavier by the second but I was determined to make it. I was only five minutes away.

Once I finally reached my house, I tossed my trash outside of my car and made my way to the front door before unlocking it and heading inside. I always made sure my door was locked, I don't care how out of it I am.

Going to the living room, I took off my sweater and my t-shirt before digging in my pocket to put the baggy of cocaine out, dumping the contents onto the coffee table. I took out my wallet and removed one of my credit cards and a one hundred dollar bill. Don't even ask me why I like using benjamins to sniff coke; it's a long story.

I split the fine white powder into three even lines, rolling up the bill in a cylinder shape and holding it up to my nose as I slowly snorted the cocaine in through my nostril.

I instantly threw my head back as a wave of pure euphoria washed over my brain. Preparing the other line for the same process, I continued until there wasn't a single grain of the powder in sight. This was exactly what I needed.

I was feeling good.

Taking my phone from my pocket, I unlocked it and began to scroll through instagram, liking a few pictures before stopping at a photo of one of my old girlfriends. I broke it off with her but the bitch was crazy about me. My lips curled into a smirk as I clicked on her username and started to DM her.

@d.ominick: 😍😏 just as fine as i remember

My message went to seen no longer than ten seconds later then the speech bubble popped up. I exited out of the thread so it wouldn't be open when she texts back. That means a nigga just been staring at her message, waiting for her to text. No ma'am.

My phone vibrated causing me to read over her message through my notification bar.

@prettyajanae: Where yo girlfriend at? 🙄

I smacked my lips. I'm guessing she's seen the picture of Simone that I put up on my birthday. I forgot to take it down because I haven't been on the phone or anywhere out of bed for the past few days. A nigga was crashing hard.

@d.ominick: we broke up. i forgot to take the pic down cuz i haven't been on ig

It wasn't really a lie. I mean we haven't since that night. Again, she read my message with speed. Which is why I'm not really buying this playing hard to get facade that she's trying so hard to put up. And failing, might I add.

@prettyajanae: Prove it. Delete the picture.

Rolling my eyes at this girl, I sighed and went to my profile before deleting the photo of Simone off my page. I'm mad she got me proving some shit to her but she lucky I want some pussy and she gives some good head. Definitely top five.

@d.ominick: there done. now lemme come see you 😩😩

I ain't really know if I wanted her coming to my crib. Matter of fact, let me get rid of this evidence of cocaine. Starting to clean up my mess, I heard my phone vibrate on the couch where I left it before going to check on it once I was done.

I was in a good ass mood right about now. I was so high, it felt like my brain was floating and now all I needed was somebody to bounce on my dick like cause an earthquake. I'm tryna be on that kinky shit.

@prettyajanae: Can't. My sister's here visiting and she just went to sleep. I don't wanna wake her.

This bitch made me do all that for nothing?

Fuck her sister's sleep. I was more than livid, I just read the message and didn't respond. Can't believe she really just tried me like that. Finna blow my high.

@prettyajanae: But... I'm already out and I'm not wearing any panties 😇 I don't mind making a drive.

Now she was talking. Smirking, I typed up my reply followed by the address and waited for her to get here. I wanted to make me some food but to be honest, I'm too lazy to do all that.

@d.ominick: while u at it, pick me up some mcdonalds. big mac meal. sweet tea. no ice. thanks 🙏🏽 bless up

Of course she replied acting like it was a problem at first but then giving in two minutes later. Like I said, the bitch was crazy about me. She needs to hurry up though, a nigga feel like he about to die in here.

It took her no more than ten minutes to get here with the food in hand. That's a new record even for her. She must have been close by already. I started munching on the fries almost immediately as we walked through the house to get to the guest bedroom.

If she think she bout to fuck up MY sheets, she got another thing coming.

“Nice place you got here.” She said once we finally got to the room and I shut the door.

I chuckled at her attempt to make small talk. If only she knew I would rather her not talk at all. “I appreciate it but let's be honest. You ain't come here to see my house, you came here to see my dick while it beat that pussy up.”

***

Once I got my nut off and she left, I waved at her from my door as she drove off and scratched my balls as I walked back inside to finish the rest of my big mac.

Not gonna lie, fucking her always took a lot out of me because she was one of those girls that was hella energetic all the time. Her stamina was always in top shape. Plus, she let me record her giving me head because she said she wanted to give me something to beat my meat to later on, so that's always cool.

Laying in bed once I got to my bedroom, I grabbed my phone and began to check over my notifications, realizing that I got a text from my mom. I clicked on the message and furrowed my eyebrows once I read over it.

From: Ma dukes 😘💙

I just realized I forgot to pack Junior's pajamas. Do you need me to bring them or do you have some with you?

Fuck is she talking about?

I immediately began to type back, my fingers tapping quickly against my phone's screen. Why the hell would she think I have my son when I just gave him to her a few days ago and never told her I was coming to get him? Asking her what she was talking about and telling her Junior wasn't with me, I stayed on the message this time because I really didn't care. I'm confused.

From: Ma dukes 😘💙

Simone came and picked him up today. Sorry, I thought they would be with you.

I didn't even bother responding, I immediately grabbed my keys and went to my car to drive to my mom's house and see if this girl was actually crazy enough to go get Junior when we haven't even had any type of contact in days. Once I sped there, I hopped out the car with my eyes blazing as I stomped to the front door and knocked on it.

My mom was surprised to see me but I wasn't worried about that right now, I barged through the door and searched the whole house for Junior as I yelled his name. There was no sign of him anywhere.

“He's not here Dominick. He hasn't been here for hours.” My mom reassured me of the obvious causing me to punch the wall.

Alright. Now I was fuming.

How the fuck she gonna run out on me when I propose to her on my birthday, I haven't seen or heard from her since that night, and not only that but she took my son to God knows where without evening letting me know? The fuck she think this is.

I immediately started calling her. Calling at least twenty times, I threw my phone due to being sent to voicemail every single time. My messages weren't even delivering anymore.

Going back to instagram, I searched up her name and got no results. I know her ass ain't really block me. That must be why my messages not sending too.

I'm gonna kill her.

She must really not know who she fucking with right now. You get on my bad side, you die. Period. Only person that doesn't apply to is my mother and she damn sure ain't push me out her coochie.

Trying snapchat, I soon realized that I was blocked on literally everything. So now I can't get in contact with her and she has my son. I don't where they at or what the fuck they doing or how the fuck they're living. Thinking about it only pissed my off more.

She wanna be petty? Cool, let's be petty. She's gonna get what's coming to her and I promise that.

Bet.