#we should all hope to be as dedicated to serving cunt…

[darknight3904]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖈𝖊

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ! ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʟᴀᴅʏ ʀʜᴀᴇʟʟᴀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪᴍ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ.

126 AC

Edric smiles when he sees Rhaella has finally fallen asleep. She had been rather silent as he read a story before bed to her for the first time since she was seven. He remembered how she used to ask relentless questions about what would happen to the characters in the books, always eager to spoil the ending.

He tries to be as quiet as possible as he crosses to the door. He hopes a goodnight of sleep will help her, after all, it isn't every day a young lady's father introduces himself for the first time in front of half the major houses of Westeros.

"You're rather dedicated for just simply being a Maester."

Edric nearly jumps out of his shoes when he hears Prince Daemon's voice in the dark hall.

"She is the Lady of Runestone. It is my duty to serve her, just as I did her mother." Edric says

"Yes, Yes, I know. Honor, duty. Wonderful things." Daemon says finally stepping into the light

"May I ask what you are doing here, my Prince?"

He knows why Daemon is here, on the opposite end of the keep instead of back with his wife.

"I am here to see my daughter. We have things to discuss." Daemon says

"She is asleep. Perhaps your discussion might wait until the morrow. A night of rest is good for all." Edric says

He hopes Daemon will turn around and go crawling back to Pentos. What does he think he is doing? Coming back after all these years for Rhaella.

Daemon lets out a hum of amusement at the old Maester standing in his way. At first, he didn't recognize him but now, up close, he does. Edric had been the one to pull Rhaella into the world while his...lady wife Rhea had screamed.

"I will see her, she can sleep after our talk." He says, brushing past Edric and into her chamber, "You are dismissed, Maester Edric."

Surprisingly, the old man wasn't lying. Rhaella is indeed sleeping. Long silver hair is spread across her pillows and she's tucked securely under covers.

He decides to leave her alone for the moment and instead inspects the different things that litter her chamber. Books of every kind line her shelf and desk. A poorly drawn dragon sits atop a stack of parchments full of different doodles. He's surprised to see a practice sword along with what looks like a boy's outfit for sword fighting lying on a chair.

He can't help but feel the regret that seeps into his bones as he turns back to look at her. She is only a year older than Baela and he knows he's already missed so much. He wonders how much of fatherhood Edric has stolen from him. Was he there for Rhaella's first steps or perhaps that cunt Gerold was. Looking at her now he realizes he should've taken her with him after Rhea had died. Perhaps she'd be a dragon rider by now if he had.

He winces when the hilt of his sword bumps into a stack of books that are sitting on the edge of a table. They tumble to the ground and disrupt the trance he is under.

"Aemond?"

Rhaella's voice fills his ears for the first time. He's insulted but not surprised that she calls the name of Visery's boy. According to the numerous messages from his brother the two were companions.

He's not sure what to say when Rhaella rubs the sleep from her eyes and looks at him. He had been so confident at the feast but now his mouth is empty.

She stares at him, most likely expecting him to speak first. He probably should, he is the adult here after all.

"Get out."

Well, he wasn't expecting that.

Rhaella couldn't believe what was happening. When her eyes had cracked open and saw a head of silver shoulder-length hair she thought Aemond might've come for a late-night visit. She couldn't believe that Daemon was standing there, a stack of books at his feet and a curse on his lips. She tells him to leave and she gives him the look that Jacaerys gives his mother when she tells him he can't have any more sweets before dinner.

"You're training with a sword. Are you any good?" He asks, ignoring her command.

Why did he even bother asking? He had never shown interest in her before. She knew her uncle had sent letters to Pentos about her so why was he suddenly in front of her like he cared for her?

"I'm sure you are, it's in your blood after all." He smiles gesturing to the legendary Dark Sister who sits in the scabbard wrapped around his waist.

"Leave. I don't want to see you right now." She says, hoping he'll understand this time.

Daemon's mouth quirks up into what Rhaella can only describe as an arrogant smirk.

"Sleep well, daughter. I'll see you at breakfast."

The next day is a beautiful one. The sky looked as though it was painted blue and birds sang their sweet songs while a soft breeze flowed through the castle. Despite the inherent beauty of the day, Rhaella had been missing from breakfast. Aemond took note of it immediately when his Uncle Daemon was at his father's side and one of his cousins, perhaps it was Baela, he wasn't sure was in Rhaella's spot.

He finds her still in bed, her hair like a silver tuft of fuzz among the blues she had chosen for her blankets.

"You missed breakfast. There was bacon. Aegon scarfed your portion down before I could stop him." Aemond said, placing the plate of food he had in his hands onto her table.

There isn't an answer nor a "thank you for bringing me food, Aemond" from his friend.

"Do you plan to sleep the day away? I wanted to visit my horse in the stables with you today." Aemond said

He walked over to her and tugged the covers off her.

"You're not even asleep!" He scoffed

Aemond looked at Rhaella's face which she tried to hide behind an ugly-looking pillow she had attempted to embroider. He wasn't sure what he expected, initially he thought the cup of wine his father had given as a treat to her might've been to much for her, she was rather skinny. Puffy red eyes were not at all what he thought was going to be staring back at him this morning.

"What's wrong?" He asked sitting down at the foot of the bed

"Daemon is what's wrong." She shuddered

Of course, it was. He was an imbecile for thinking it might've been something else.

"He is no longer in the castle. He said something about going for a morning flight on his dragon." Aemond says, unsure if that will make her feel better. He's never been very good with feelings, choosing to ignore his own had worked rather well for the past nine years of his life.

"I do not care. I wish he'd fly back to Pentos and never come back." She said

"Perhaps he will. My mother said he's never been able to stay still. Apparently, he and my father always get in fights that end in Daemon's banishment." Aemond says

"I wish the banishment would come quicker." Rhaella sniffed

Aemond isn't quite sure what to do. He had wanted to run off to the stables to see the beautiful mare he was given. He was aware it was his father's attempt to make up for his lack of a dragon. Initially, he hadn't been interested, why should he have a horse instead of a dragon? But now he loved Rain and the way the wind would whip through his hair when she ran. Rhaella's sad face however had him rethinking his plans for the day. Rain would have to wait just a bit longer.

Rhaella suddenly sits up and looks him right in the eyes.

"He came here last night. Asked about my sword skills and knocked over a stack of books. He keeps calling me daughter like I have always been near him...he pretends like we are familiar when he is nothing but a folktale to me, an imaginary story Maester Edric tells before bedtime."

Aemond feels his hands begin to sweat when fresh tears make their way down her face. He hopes he is not overstepping some unspoken boundary when he wraps his arms around her in a warm embrace. To his surprise, she reciprocates and Aemond feels his shoulder dampen with hot tears.

"I wish he would just disappear." She whispers

Laena Velaryon watches quietly as the two children embrace. She had initially come to apologize to Rhaella for Daemon's behavior. She had told him not to visit her last night, yet he slipped away while she was bidding goodnight to her own daughters. Her hands rest on her baby bump as she hears Prince Aemond ask Rhaella to eat the food he has brought her.

When Daemon told her so many years ago he had a child with the late Lady Rhea, Laena had felt jealous. She had been young and only freshly married to Daemon when he had admitted it. But, as the years passed and she read letters from the Maester of Runestone and eventually the king himself, her mind was changed. Rhaella seemed simply wonderful and Visery's many stories about how she entertained Rhaenrya's children and his own were good things to her. She was surprised when Daemon had declared they were to attend the girl's name day feast. He had never wanted to discuss her until just a few days before the big day.

"I want to meet her."

That had been his only explanation for this hasty trip. Sometimes she swore she had no idea what was running through her husband's mind. It was not that she wished to deprive Rhaella of a father but she had pointed out to Daemon before they left Pentos that the girl might not want to see him. He had dismissed her worries and proclaimed that she would. How foolish he was.

"Lady Laena?" A voice calls out

"Oh!" She smiles at the handmaiden who is trying to enter the room, "I am in your way."

"It is alright, My Lady. Do you wish to speak to Lady Rhaella?" She asked "I can come back to dress her later."

"No, it is alright. I can see her later." Laena says backing into the hall

Aegon is not sure what to make of the scene in front of him. He had been searching for a spot to drink where his mother would not find him. The library had seemed perfect yet it was already occupied. Aemond and Rhaella sat far too close to each other while they whispered to each other over an open book.

"What are you two doing?" He asked

"Aegon." Aemond turns to greet his older brother

"We are trying to translate this book from high Valyrian. Rhaenrya said that is what she did when she was young, it helped her become more fluent." Rhaella explains

Aegon has never been fond of his little cousin. Maybe it was because she was boring and loved books the way Aemond did or perhaps it was just because her tits hadn't come in yet. Either way, she wasn't very interesting in his mind.

"What's the point in learning Valyrian if you don't even have a dragon to command it with?" Aegon asked lazily falling into a plush chair.

He doesn't miss the way Aemond's brows pinch together in...annoyance? Disappointment?

"We can still converse in High Valyrian! For your information, Aegon we will have dragons one day, they'll be even prettier than Sunfyre!" Rhaella declares

Aegon scoffs at her overconfidence.

"Do you plan on making one magically appear?"

"No...there are unclaimed dragons! And, if any of Dreamfyre's eggs hatch I am sure we will both be able to bond with them, right Aemond?"

His little brother nods and looks at Rhaella like some lovesick puppy.

"You are both nauseating." Aegon declares

Not entirely sure if I like this chapter. Oh well.

Aegon seems like the type to steal people's bacon.

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Ooh, for your kink prompts ask game, could I please request cockwarming (#33) with Rohan and a female reader? 😽

FINALLY a Rohan ask- I love that fucking weirdo so much.

Also this is too long and they will not all be this long but no one ever asks me for JoJo stuff so I got carried away lmao

Rohan (JJBA) x fem/afab Reader

Kink prompt list #33 - cockwarming

NSFW 18+ V

Your face burns warm as you nuzzle into the crook of Rohan's neck, shifting awkwardly on his lap as he works, yet he hardly pays you any mind. One hand rests forgotten at your upper thigh while his other is busy drafting the next chapter of his manga, moving with awe-inspiring precision. You know his dedication to his craft to be unwavering, but you're still shocked and impressed at the extent of his unshakeable focus. Even as his thick, hardened cock fills you, grinding into your clinging inner walls when you move even an inch, he hardly takes his eyes from the page before him.

"Rohan... please..." you softly whine, clinging to the front of his clothes. Your cunt squeezes around him, your overflowing arousal dripping down his shaft. He sighs.

"Getting impatient already?" his gaze never falters, lines flowing from his pen like practiced formulae as he speaks, "If I remember, you were the one who insisted on disrupting my work to begin with."

It is true enough that you'd hoped to tempt him away from his drafting desk for a little while. You hadn't anticipated that he'd instead pull you onto his lap then and there.

"But... this is too-"

"Too much?" he scoffs, and finally deigns to set down his pen. Turning his arresting gaze on you, his hand at your chin forces you to face him. "Do you even realize how many would beg for the opportunity to serve the great Kishibe Rohan like this?" the curl at the corner of his lips makes it seem like a joke, but you know he's at least partially serious. A single elegant finger traces the curve of your bottom lip, and his voice lowers, "You should be grateful I haven't decided to use Heaven's Door to keep you still, with all that pathetic squirming you've been doing."

Your eyes dart to the side, but your lower body clenches and clings around his length at the idea- and you know he notices. His eyes darken, his slanted grin widens.

"Oh, is that what you want? You should have just said so- I could have done without all of this distraction."

With that, Rohan activates his stand, the front of your chest opening into written pages before him. The momentary discomfort still causes you to shift a little, grinding his cock into you even deeper, but you've become somewhat accustomed to Heaven's Door by now. Heart pounding with anticipation, you watch as he writes on your pages,

Y/N cannot voluntarily move her body below the waist.

You think he's done at first, then he adds,

Y/N experiences an intense sexual climax when commanded by Kishibe Rohan, and only when commanded.

You part your lips to speak, but Rohan closes the pages, watching them fold back into your body before meeting your eyes once more.

"There. Now we can manage your needs as I work. Aren't you grateful, Y/N?" he urges you closer to him, nearing until his lips brush yours as he speaks, "You must feel so lucky to be with someone who can satisfy you like I can."

You lean in, anticipating his kiss, but it never comes. Instead, he's already returning to his work, eyes turned to the clean sheet of paper at his desk. You pout uselessly at him, and mutter,

"You're incredibly cruel..."

He makes no reply at first, but levels his gaze on you once more. Then, his words low and deliberate, he says,

"Cum for me, Y/N."

You hardly have a moment to consider your fate before hot, urgent pleasure explodes at your center. Panting and whimpering, you paw at your lover's chest as you cum hard around his cock, your pussy gushing with arousal, your clit aching and quivering. Without control of your lower body, you're simply made to endure relentless ecstasy, and the way Rohan's member throbs in response. Yet through your blissful haze, even as your head tilts back and your vision blurs, you finally hear it- his soft but earnest groan of pleasure.

He must realize how unsteady you are in the wake of your sudden climax, as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward to his chest. The tenderness of the gesture catches you off guard, but perhaps these bizarre contradictions are what you've always adored about Rohan. As he returns fully to his work at last, you nestle against him and resolve not to interrupt him again. At least, not until the next time the delicious pressure of his cock buried deep inside of you makes you beg to cum.

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“a dawn surprise” - w/ Akaashi

a/n: so i’m back (sort of) and this is the first smut fic i’ve written since jan, but finally inspiration struck and i really hope i haven’t lost my touch. no beta, smut after the cut and any feedback is much appreciated!

@azuritebunny, i’m dedicating this to you, thank you for sticking by me and for keeping reminding me how much i love writing - i really hope you’ll like this!  ♡ 

tw: somno (consensual), riding, oral (m receiving), creampie, quite wholesome overall

wording: 1.3k

Seeing Akaashi lying on his back, eyes closed and with a most innocent expression adorning his pretty features, you felt a string of desire pull at you until the only thought left on your mind was how much you’d love to see his face and expressions twist with lust. And how much you’d love to be the one responsible for it.

Crawling from your spot beside him in bed you lazily pulled the covers to take in the sight of your perfect boyfriend.

His shirt had ridden up exposing his abs to your hungry eyes. You couldn’t help the heavy breath that left your lips as your folds grew wetter imagining just how soft his skin would feel under your fingertips. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath and the way his already hard cock twitched when you lazily dragged a finger over the thin cloth of his boxers didn’t do much to help with your “issue”.

Grinning impishly, you remembered the conversation you had a few days back when you shared your kinks. The blush on Akaashi’s pretty face when he mentioned somno was just adorable. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he’d wake up with his cock down your throat or deep inside your tight cunt. 

Would he blush and moan your name? Would you feel him getting even harder? The thoughts kept racing through your mind as you reached for the hem of his boxers. Trying to move as softly as possible, your touches were light but lingered as you stroked his cock - you wouldn’t want him to wake up already and ruin his surprise. Akaashi’s cock  throbbed in your palm as pre leaked out of the tip only serving to make your mouth water and your walls clench around nothing, impatient and needy to feel it buried deep inside. 

You wanted to wait, to play around more, but you couldn’t - you needed him. You guided the tip to your mouth, licking eagerly as your hand moved up and down his shaft. You loved how his cock felt between your lips, firm but silky soft at the same time and how easily it glided until it hit the back of your throat. 

You heard Akaashi let out a groan, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as his hips lightly jerked, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you swallowed the mix of his pre and saliva that coated your tongue. With a swift glance, you made sure he was still asleep. You weren’t sure for how much longer though, not when your cunt begged to be filled and stretched.

It was all becoming too much, the anticipation of feeling him inside your walls, the way he whimpered, and the image of his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips as you trailed the taut skin of his abdomen. You needed him and you needed him now. 

Pulling his cock from your mouth with a pop, you straddled his lap, positioning his cock at your entrance. Even the slight stretch from his tip sent shivers down your spine and you knew it wouldn’t take you long to cum. 

Sinking your hips lower, you let his cock glide inside your walls deeper and deeper, soft gasps leaving your throat at the way it stretched your aching cunt. The feeling of fullness was intoxicating, so good that you could barely keep yourself from crying out Akaashi’s name. But the desire to see him come undone before you won and you managed to drown your moans by biting the side of your hand.

Akaashi groaned each time his tip hit your cervix as you incessantly rolled your hips chasing your high. From between your half-closed eyelids, you saw him move, his mouth opening slightly as he moaned your name softly. Drowsiness was evident in his now low and raspy voice.

“F-Fuck, it feels so good” Akaashi lazily brushed the hair from his forehead, struggling to open his eyes to look at you “You are like an a-angel fucking me. I’m not sure if this is the sunrise light or heaven,” you smiled at his words - even half asleep he managed to sound poetic.

“Good morning, Keiji,” you moaned as you leaned on his chest, pressing your tits to his chest and a kiss on Akaashi’s lips. He hummed, wrapping his arms around your ribcage and pulling you even closer, soft lips plating kisses at the corner of your mouth and along your jawline. You picked up the pace, slamming your hips even harder onto Akaashi’s, your hands tangling in his hair as you whispered your love in his ear “I love you, Keiji.” 

“I love you too,” his words vibrated on the skin of your neck and a blush spread on his face and chest at the confession. Somehow even after more than a year, he still wasn’t used to hearing you say that you loved him “But love, if you keep fucking me that hard, I-I’m going to c-cum inside you,” you could barely make out what he said, his speech slurred and broken with moans. You loved seeing him like this. The cool and controlled Akaashi who always preferred to be on the giving end of pleasure whimpering with a lewd expression on his face as you drove him crazy. 

“What makes you think that’s not exactly what I want, Keiji? Maybe I want you to fill me up,” you smiled devilishly, your lips on his and your tongue prying his mouth open. He didn’t put up much resistance, surrendering and kissing you back as his hips started meeting your thrusts. “I think I’m going to cum soon,” you cried as you pulled yourself from the kiss. His green eyes were darkened with desire, glistening with the tears that welled at their corners as Akaashi was overwhelmed with pleasure. He was so close - you could tell by the way his fingernails dug into the skin of your ass.

Pressing your hands on his chest, you lifted yourself to the balls of your feet, spreading your thighs to give him a perfect view of the place where your bodies met as you relentlessly continued to ride him. He was mesmerized watching your cunt sink and swallow his throbbing cock. “You’re so beautiful,” Akaashi moaned as he prompted himself on his elbows. The new angle made his cock hit your sweet spot with each thrust, jolts of pleasure spreading from your core to your limbs. 

Your body shook, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you kept riding, your orgasm consuming you, eyes closed as your nails scraped the taut skin on Akaashi’s chest. Your walls squeezed his cock, clenching around it and milking it until you heard him cum with a loud grunt, his hands pulling you tighter against him. Your legs gave out, and you fell to your knees, your chest flushed to his. 

“I think this is my new favorite way to wake up,” he said with a soft laugh as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, leaning to press a kiss on your forehead “And you’re definitely my favorite person to wake up to.” You couldn’t see his smile as your eyes were closed, all energy spent on making love to Akaashi, but you could feel it, warm, just like his voice. 

“I’m happy, Keiji,” you confessed, as your fingers trailed the curve of his biceps. “What do you want us to do today?”

“I think we should stay like this for a while longer.”

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The Anniversary: Sun Kissed

Rafael Barba x Reader x Bryan Kneef. CW: NSFW! This is M/M, M/F, MFM. All warnings should be kept in mind.

WC: A whopping 6,079 words of nothing but smut. 

AN: Dedicating this to @madpanda75 & a HUGE THANK YOU to @beccabarba​  for my beta, bouncing ideas and basically being my cheerleader!

**

It had been one year since you had entered into a polyamory relationship with Rafael Barba and Bryan Kneef. What started out as a one-time fling after getting caught in a rainstorm, had become a deep loving relationship. Sure it had its nuances, just like every relationship - there were times where the three of you had arguments and butted heads. At the end of the day, however, the three of you had negotiated a level of commitment, trust and love that allowed for infinite possibilities which was so wonderful to explore. It was buoying for you to feel so much love around you and to be part of a team who all had each other’s best interests at heart. While some people, when told of your relationship status, expected sordid tales of group sex and jealousy, the true story was that it was more like managing your love life through Google calendar and happily watching dynamics develop between you, Bryan and Rafael.

When Bryan and Rafael suggested celebrating the anniversary with a tropical trip, you could not pack your bags fast enough. Of course, Bryan was able to cash in on favors from his wealthy clients and secured a private island for the week. You and Bryan flew to New York to meet with Rafael to then board a private plane from JFK.

You looked out the window to the aqua water shimmering 10,000 feet below; you were giddy with excitement. You felt a hand slide up your thigh and you turned, meeting Rafael’s bright green eyes. “I am so happy we are getting to do this.” you exclaimed, your voice gaining a high-pitch.

“Me too, querida,” Rafael replied, grabbing your hand and holding it. He used his thumb to stroke the top of it. 

“I still can’t believe you were able to get a whole week off though.” 

“I…” Rafael trailed off, waving his hand back and forth, “...also cashed in on some favors.”

“Who could ever say no to you, guapo?” you replied, sipping your drink. “I know I certainly have a hard time saying no… papi.”

His eyes dipped to your lips and you purposely licked them slowly, before biting the bottom one. Rafael let out a little growl and gripped the back of your head, holding you. You let out a little moan as his mouth slid over yours, his tongue probing and exploring, yours doing the same in return. His large hands skimmed your arms and made way to your chest, settling there and squeezing the fat of your flesh, running his thumb over your nipples, already diamond-hard, even under your tank-top.

The kiss became more probative, more aggressive, as you moved over the seat, climbing into his lap. From there, his hands moved to your ass, grabbing the ample flesh there. You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the dusting of chest hair, and his muscles rippling under your fingertips.

You paused and looked around. “Where is Bryan?”

“Duty called - work,” Rafael explained. “He takes after me in many ways, aside from just looks.”

“It really does blow my mind how much you two look alike and aren’t related.” You shrugged. 

You both turned to the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was Bryan sitting across, having joined you. Despite taking the time off, the head of the litigation department was still on call, especially as some newbie associate had fucked up a very important filing. Bryan was now trying to use all his cards with the judge so the case did not get dismissed with prejudice. 

“Joining the mile high club, hmm?” Bryan asked, cocking his brow. One of his hands held a short tumbler (likely filled with whiskey) and the other was by the zipper of his pants, with a very large, noticeable tent.

“Care to join us?” You purred as your hands made way down to the button of Rafael’s pants, undoing it and then unzipping them. Rafael’s eyes fluttered closed as you snaked your hand into his pants, rubbing him through his boxers.

Bryan shook his head. “No, I want to enjoy the show.”

Rafael turned his gaze back to you and used his index finger to turn your focus back to him. “Then let's give him a show, querida.”

You smiled wickedly. “Okay papi.”

**

Bryan let out a grunt as he furiously stroked his erection as you bounced on Rafael’s cock. You leaned back slightly, your hands gripping Rafael’s thighs tightly. Your tits bounced in tandem with Rafael’s thrusts and you let out an obscene moan as he began to rub your clit in haphazard circles. 

“Oh fuck papi, I’m going to cum! Make me cum!” 

“That’s right mi niñita, come for papi,” Rafael grunted. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you, your tits, flush to his face. One hand immediately reached for one while his mouth was on the other nipple instantly, suckling and nipping. You reached around to play with your clit. 

Rafael bit your nipple hard as fucked into you harder, chasing his own release. You cried out once more, “Fuck, fuck, oh god…” Your voice trailed off into a cacophony of moans, whimpers, and mewls as you came hard around Rafael’s cock. As you came down from your own high, you murmured words of encouragement for him to come and fill you up with his load. It was too much for Rafael and he grunted as he stiffened, cumming deeply inside you. 

Bryan couldn’t stand being an inactive participant anymore and he stood, taking the two steps to join you. You turned to him and Bryan smacked his cock on your lips, smearing the pre-cum on your lips. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, bringing it over your bottom lip. Bryan fed you his cock, your warm mouth encasing his length. Rafael stroked your hair as you blew Bryan. “That’s it querida. Make him come. Let him fill you up like I filled you up.”

Bryan groaned at Rafael’s words. His hands weaved into your hair as he began to fuck your mouth. He was already at the precipice so it only took a few sucks from you for him to fall apart, rumbling your name as his cock twitched and spurted creamy ropes of cum in your mouth. As he stumbled back, Rafael pulled you into a deep kiss, tasting Bryan’s release in your mouth. You let out another moan at the filthy action. Bryan watched as you two kissed, his eyes darkening at the sight of his release snowball between the two of you.  

“That was fun,” you purred, breaking the kiss, and wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. You remained intimately connected with Rafael, watching Bryan straighten himself up. 

“I’ll say. I can’t wait until we land, kitten,” Bryan replied, now sitting back in his seat, sipping his drink. You snuggled into Rafael’s chest, still not making a move to leave. The tips of Rafael’s fingers stroked your back and you felt content. 

“Me either,” you replied. “Before I forget, I just want to say thank you for all of this. We’re going to have so much fun and I am so thankful for you both. I love you all so, so much.”

“And we love you,” Rafael murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed contentedly once more.

The pilot came on, announcing that the plane was getting ready to land, which served as the impetus for you to leave Rafael’s lap and for you and him to re-dress.

**

The beachfront villa was what dreams of a home in the Caribbean are made of. It was a modern enchanted island with glorious white sandy beaches and crystal clear waters.  And the beach served as your front lawn. The private residence was comfortably hidden behind mature palms, almond and sea grape trees, various overgrown flowering vines, and numerous fruit and floral vegetation. It was lush, full, and wild. The whole setting among the sea palms combined to create the solitude and seclusion you were all hoping for. It was the kind of magical place that you would want to get lost in forever.

You felt like you were in your own little island oasis. From the ocean facing position, there were no other homes and the rooms were all gracious in size. You knew there was a nearby community consisting of only private residences and vacation villas but there were no beach bars or restaurants on this beach to create unwanted noises and crowds. 

Once everyone was settled in and refreshed - no longer smelling like plane and sex - it made the most sense to hit the beach (afterall, it was right there). You laid on the beach towel, facing the ocean and enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. Rafael had immediately decided to go for a swim. Bryan massaged sunblock into your skin. You felt his fingers nimbly undo your swimsuit top. You propped yourself up, turning towards him. The top fell to the sand, leaving you completely bare. 

“You don’t want tan lines, hmm?” Bryan winked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Bryan, you are incorrigible.” 

“Is that a complaint? You knew what you were signing up for with me. I am not like Rafael - I am, as you say, insubordinate and churlish,” Bryan replied as he gently pushed you back down so he could continue rubbing the lotion on your back. His hands trailed down your sides to your bottoms and then down your thighs. 

His hands left you briefly so he could squeeze more lotion into his hands. When his hands returned, they were at the tops of your inner thighs and your breath hitched as he moved closer and closer to your cunt. “You know, we are all by ourselves. I could just move these to the side and no one would ever know.” And to prove his point, Bryan pushed your bottoms to the side, exposing your pussy. A finger trailed softly and you involuntarily shivered as arousal shot through you, making you feel warmer than the Caribbean sun.

Bryan continued stroking you softly, gathering your wetness on his finger. He sucked on his finger and then he slid his finger deep inside, knuckle deep. “Such a needy pussy.” He continued as your cunt clenched around your finger. “Getting fucked on the plane wasn’t enough?” He removed his finger and sucked again.

You rolled over facing him. “Please Bryan, you are no saint yourself.”

Bryan chuckled darkly. Your eyes scanned his tanned chest, the trimmed hair that traveled south and then met his eyes once more. You beckoned him and he gave you a lascivious smile before covering his body with yours. He kissed you deeply, his beard and his hot lips against yours. He moved to kiss the skin of your shoulder, and began playing with your nipples. His hands squeezed on your tits as he nipped your neck, sucking a mark into your skin. You let out a whimper at the slight edge of sharp pain combining with pleasure, as he soothed the spot with his tongue. 

“Should we move this to the house?” Bryan asked as he resumed kissing and exploring your neck with his mouth and tongue.

“Sex on the beach has always been on my bucket list,” you confessed, shrugging slightly. Bryan’s hands headed lower, pulling down your bottoms. You lifted your hips to help him and he broke the kiss to remove them completely. 

There was a very evident tent in his swim trunks. You helped him remove his trunks and he was over your body once more. His cock nudged against your entrance.

You reached for him. Bryan wasted no time; he took your arms and bracketed your wrists in a bruising grip over your head. You gasped as he moved his mouth to your neck where every kiss sent shivers through you. Your legs were spread wide, welcoming his cock which slid in easily as you were already sopping wet. He filled you up in one thrust and gave no time for you to adjust to his girth. 

“Fuck, yes! Oh daddy!” You cried out as your hips lifted against his. Bryan let out a grunt as he drove into you, every snap of his hips sent tingles up your spine.

“You take this cock so well kitten,” Bryan gritted between clenched teeth as he continued his thrusting, “Fucking bomb pussy.” The sounds that emanated from his chest were primal.

The sand on your ass irritated your skin, but you did your best to ignore it as Bryan’s cock nudged your sweet spot over and over. You could feel the beginnings of your orgasm begin to crest. Bryan moved one of his hands from your wrists, and snaked between your bodies, rubbing your pussy. 

“I’m going to… going to… oh fuck me!” You cried out as you came hard, your walls tightening around Bryan’s cock. Your back bowed from the intensity of your orgasm as it crashed over you, the roar deafening and you could not tell what sound was you or the waves crashing against the beach. Bryan tumbled after you, your name escaping his lips. 

Bryan released your arms and you wrapped them around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. A shadow covered the two of you and you broke the kiss to look upward. 

Rafael was standing over you, having come back from his swim. Beads of water rolled off of his body and dripped onto the sand. His hands were on his hips and a brow was arched. 

“Enjoying the show papi?” You purred. Bryan rolled off of you, evidence of your release on his cock. Rafael smirked. “I just wish I was part of it.”

“You had your chance earlier...” Bryan replied darkly, his eyes narrowing.

“Guys…” You sat up, crossing your arms. “Play nicely. Why don’t we… go clean up? That shower has lots of room for all of us.”

Back at the house both men took turns making each other come, as well as  you once more, under the hot steam of the shower. 

**

Day turned into night. The bright sun dropped into the horizon, turning the sky vivid shades of purples, pinks, and oranges. The sound of insects singing filled the air.  Inside, Bamboleo played loudly as Rafael and you danced around in the living room.  Rafael grabbed your hips, swiveling his hips against yours before twirling you. His hand then landed on the small of your back, bringing you back to him. You held his hands as the two of you continued dancing. As the song came to an end, Rafael pulled you close to him and dipped you. You erupted in giggles, as he pulled you back to standing. You were both hot, sweaty and out of breath.  

“That was wonderful.” You sighed happily. Rafael pressed a kiss to your cheek, before grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen, where Bryan was in the kitchen finishing cooking. 

“Domestic Bryan - so adorable.” You teased, as you hopped onto the barstool. Bryan’s eyes narrowed and he shot you a look. 

“Kitten, the only thing accurate about that sentence is the dom part.” He winked and your skin prickled in response. 

Rafael circled around the island to the side where Bryan was. He plucked a carrot directly from the pan, making a hum of approval. Bryan turned to Rafael and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before reaching down to grab his ass. You hopped off the stool, leaving both men be, as you pulled down plates and finished setting up for dinner.

Clean up after was a team effort and you pressed a quick kiss on Bryan’s cheek as you warned him to not soak the cast iron skillet. You ended up taking over while both men packed leftovers in containers and finished cleaning up. After, you all settled in the living room to unwind. As Bryan and Rafael talked politics, you drifted off to sleep in Rafael’s strong arms, as he stroked your hair. 

**

When you woke up, it was after midnight. You were covered with a throw blanket and you realized you had fallen asleep. You stood and stretched, elongating your limbs like a cat, before folding the blanket. You made your way to the bedroom - the door was open a crack. From where you were standing, you watched Bryan fuck Rafael. He held Rafael’s thighs with his arms while Rafael laid on his back. Groans of hot pleasure and need emanated from both men. So many physical sensations ran through your body;  with sudden inspiration, you brought your hand under your sleep shorts and began to rub your clit. 

“Bry - fuck! Yes, harder, harder. Fuck you’re going to make me come so hard.” Rafael panted as he brought his hand to his cock, stroking.

“That’s right, take it.” The way his muscles twitched, you knew Rafael was about to come. He stroked himself furiously and, with a matching grunt, came all over his hand and stomach in spurts. Bryan withdrew himself and came all over Rafael’s stomach.

You bit your lip as you stifled your own moan as you came yourself. Bryan threw himself on the bed lying next to Rafael. You watched as their chests rose and fell. 

You rapped lightly on the door, catching the attention of both men looking toward you. “Fuck, that was hot.” You replied as you entered the room. Bryan reached for you and pulled you to the bed. Rafael moved, excusing himself and you pushed him back down to snake your tongue on his abdomen. The salty mix of their release filled your mouth. Rafael let out a small sigh as you did so. Rafael eventually left to clean up and when he returned, you snuggled between them, with arms and legs all wrapped around one another.

**

After breakfast the following morning, Rafael suggested trying out the infinity pool. When you get to the pool, both men are sitting on opposite sides. You climb carefully in, and sink in between both men.  

“Y/N are you having a good time?” Rafael asked. 

You smiled in response. “This has been so wonderful. It's a shame it’ll be over in a few days' time.” 

“Then we should make the most of it.” Bryan husked. You looked side to side and realized both men are making their way over to you.  You laughed loudly. “You two are insatiable.”

“Oh, but you fucking love it,” Rafael commented. 

“Kitten that was the whole point of this trip,” Bryan followed. The water splashed as they pounced on you. Bryan kisses you deeply as Rafael’s hands are on your ass, pulling your bottoms down. Bryan’s hands land on your tits, rolling your nipples through your swimsuit with his fingers. You moan as Bryan dips his head to capture a globe in his mouth. 

Rafael’s hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks wide. The water laps at your cunt gently and the contrast of the cold water on your heated skin makes you shiver. 

“Lean back on Bryan.” Rafael commanded and you do so, dropping your weight against Bryan. Rafael lifted up your legs and you’re nearly laying flat, floating while Bryan held you up. Rafael stroked your pussy, pleased at how wet you were. “You’re wetter than the pool,” he murmured before he dipped his head. His breath was hot on your aching cunt, and he buried his face into you, sucking and licking and devouring your slick folds.

He licked you with big, broad strokes, before targeting your swollen, sensitive clit, taking it between his lips, trapping it so he could torment it with his tongue, scraping just slightly with his teeth. Meanwhile Bryan reached down to grab at your tits. You cried out from the sensation of both men on you. Rafael’s tongue massages your clit furiously before dipping his tongue inside you slightly, mimicking what was to come.

“That feels so good.” You whined. “Yes, yes, Rafael!”

Bryan murmured against you all the filthy things he and Rafael planned, which only served to stoke your orgasm.  Your thighs began to tremble and your hips bucked. Rafael lifted his mouth from you, evidence of your arousal on his face and you whined once more. “Let's take this inside.”

Back in the bedroom, it was a pile of limbs as you all touched and grabbed at each other. You dropped to your knees in between both men, taking turns to suck each man’s cock. One hand jerked one man’s cock while your mouth was on the other’s. 

Both men grunted and groaned above you and you felt like some kind of wanton goddess, drunk on power as each man succumbed to your warm wet mouth. 

Rafael’s hands wrap into your hair, as he begins to fuck your mouth mercilessly and without warning. Sounds of spluttering and gagging fill the room. You can feel saliva drip out from the corner of your mouth and onto you. Rafael’s thrusts quicken and you moan around his cock, which sends vibrations through him. Bryan moved to Rafael and both men kissed, their tongues rolling against one another. 

Rafael pulled out of your mouth and you used the back of your hand to wipe your mouth. You stand and Bryan pulls you in for a deep kiss before turning you back to Rafael. Bryan lays down on the bed, in the middle. His fat cock stood proudly and he jerked it slowly. “C’mere and ride daddy.” He growled.

As you climb onto the bed, Rafael grabs the lube on the nightstand and drizzles it over Bryan’s cock and hand. You watch, fascinated, as Bryan slicks his cock. Once ready, you climb over Bryan and sink down. You both let out groans as you begin to roll your hips above him. You lean forward, gripping Bryan’s tanned chest, leaving half-moon marks. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as your ass clapped on his thighs. Bryan pulls you further down, taking a tit into his mouth. The bed dipped again, and Rafael is behind you, drizzling lube over your puckered entrance. A finger makes its way in, then a second, in preparation of being fucked.

“That’s it, take his cock.” Rafael commanded as he fucked your tight rosebud with his fingers.

“Yes daddy, oh yes daddy, fuck me!” You cried out as Bryan sat up and sucked marks on your skin.

Rafael lined his cock along your entrance and you all let out an obscene moan as Rafael inserted the tip of his cock inside of you. He slid into you and you gasped as he filled you up completely. Rafael pressed hot searing kisses along your backside, murmuring praises of how you were such a good girl taking both daddys’ cocks. You felt so wonderfully and deliciously full.

The two men fell into a smooth rhythm, both of them fucking you in tandem, bodies moving with one another as they thrust inside you. You were trembling as they fucked you, letting out pathetic whimpers and clinging to their bodies. Bryan’s strong arms held you close, grinding his hips into yours and giving you just the right friction on your clit to make you go wild and fall apart once more. You chanted their names as if it were prayer. Bryan meets Rafael’s eyes and it takes all of Rafael’s willpower to not blow his load right there and then.

“Look at you kitten, taking us so well… our pretty little toy, huh?” Bryan panted.

 You moaned at his words. It was overwhelming in the best way, you were completely consumed by them. Every part of your body, your consciousness, was filled by them both.

Bryan feels his balls tighten upward and he knows he is unable to hold on for much longer. 

“Come for us Y/N.” Rafael grunted, as he watched his cock disappear in and out of you. You snaked a hand between you and Bryan and began to rub furiously. 

Bryan’s hands fly to your hips and he starts to really pound into you.

“Oh god, oh god, I am going to come. You’re going to make me come.” You pant.

“We want you to come.” Rafael grunted. “We need for you to come. Milk our cocks.”

You cried out with every thrust, babbling incoherently. Your body responded to Rafael’s commands, feeling your orgasm explode.

Rafael chases his own release, pumping in and out of you before he lets out a loud shout, followed by a stream of Spanish words as he comes.

Rafael pulls out and spreads your ass cheeks, watching how his come dripped out of you and down to Bryan’s balls. Rafael dips his head there and begins to lick. Bryan shouts an obscene stream of words as body goes rigid, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he blows his hot load into you.

As you come down, you slowly lift off of Bryan and roll into his embrace. Rafael followed suit and the three of you drift for a well deserved afternoon cat-nap.

**

The days passed in a blur in a myriad of activities, aside from fucking each other’s brains out. You took kite-surfing lessons, went on an amazing day trip on a yacht where you all went snorkeling, had beers at a local microbrewery, and explored the Baths on Virgin Gorda. 

The plan for one of the final days was to take a trip to Anegada. That morning, however, Bryan was on his phone, arguing with what sounded like work. He put his phone against his chest and looked at Rafael and you and shook his head.

You were disappointed, but Rafael promised you and he would have the best day ever. And the two of you did. After the hour-long ferry ride, you arrived at Anegada. It felt spacious, wild, and distant as it was separate from the main islands, built on a barrier reef. Because Anegada is the most distant of all the British Virgin Islands, the plan was to make sure to spend at least one full day to enjoy all it had to offer. The island was filled with flamingos, a free to visit iguana sanctuary, and a population of wild cows that almost outnumbered the people. From the shore, you spotted the pink mounds of conch shells in the water. 

Rafael’s arms wrapped around you during the ferry ride back. And as the day turned to night, you struggled to find a piece of sky that did not sparkle with stars. You rested your head on his shoulder as the warm salty air blew gently. 

“I love you.” Rafael murmured against your skin. 

“I love you too.” You replied and Rafael squeezed you tighter in response. “I hate that you are in New York and we’re here. It always feels like a piece of the puzzle is missing.”

“I know, querida. But it won’t be like this forever.” Rafael replied, as he brushed some hair that blew into your face.

“I hope so.” You replied, before burying your face into his chest. 

**

The final full day had arrived. Soon it would be back to reality - with Rafael flying directly back to New York while you and Bryan flew back to Chicago. 

You leaned over the railing in the front of the house, watching the waves crash along the shoreline as the sun began to rise. You picked up your coffee from the railing and took a long sip. 

The door creaked open and footsteps approached. You turned around and smiled at Bryan who had just walked out of the shower. A towel hung around his waist and another towel was wrapped around his neck. 

“Morning beautiful. You’re up early.” 

You gave him a small shrug and turned back to the horizon. “I couldn’t sleep. Where’s Raf?”

“Surprisingly still asleep.” Bryan commented as he stood next to you. 

You hummed quietly, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I guess I am just bummed that this is all ending.”

“Just the trip. Not us.” Bryan replied, taking your coffee out of your hand and taking a sip himself. He wrinkled his nose as he swallowed. “You put way too much sugar.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a small smile as you took back the cup. You pressed your hands to his chest and stroked. “I know that, but I just wish we were all together, all the time. I was telling Rafael that sometimes this long distance thing sucks..”

The normally acerbic litigator responded by wrapping you tightly in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him, catching his green eyes which sparkled. “What are you thinking?” You asked, reaching up to push some of his wet hair back. 

Bryan wrinkled his nose again, feeling his chest tighten. So he did what he did best - shoved those feelings down and again did what he did best - he made a move.

Bryan leaned down to kiss you and you felt his hands slide up and under your nightgown. His hand moved to the front and a deep rumble emerged from his chest. “Going commando kitten?”

“Easy access for daddy.” You purred. “But you didn’t answer my - oh.” Bryan stroked your folds, feeling you become more and more wet with just his touch. You reached down and palmed his hard cock. Bryan hummed in pleasure as you did so, moving his hand from your cunt to cover your hand with his, keeping you in place. With your other hand, you played with his towel and tugged it down, revealing his big, fat cock. Pre-cum weeped from the slit of his cut cock and you squatted down immediately to take him in his mouth. You were used to the weight of his cock on your tongue and longed for the feel of him stretching your mouth. The idea of going down on him made your mouth salivate. Bryan’s hands weaved into your hair, guiding you as you bobbed on his cock.

Bryan let out an expletive as he gripped the railing. “Oh yes, kitten, suck daddy’s cock. Just like that.” 

You hummed and then pulled off to jack him as you ducked your head under to suck on his balls briefly before resuming blowing him. You hollowed your cheeks and used one free hand to pump his length in tandem. 

“You look so good down there,” Bryan growled.

“I love daddy’s cock.” You moaned. “I need it.” 

In response, his hands twisted and tugged on your hair more, pulling on your scalp. The twinge of pain only spurred you, so when you took him in your mouth again, you relaxed your throat so you could take him further, until he hit near the back of your throat. You tried to move, but instead he held you in place. “That’s right baby, choke on this cock.”

Saliva eked out from the corners of your mouth, dripping on the wood of the patio and your eyes watered. All it took was three successive taps to his thigh to release you. When he did, you gasped loudly for air, allowing for the oxygen to fill your lungs. 

“Fuck me, please.” You begged, now standing. Bryan cupped your face with his hands, kissing you deeply. He stroked your cheek gently as his eyes sparkled, full of deviousness. 

“Let’s see if Rafael is awake.”

**

You cried out as Bryan fucked you. You were on top of him, in reverse. Your feet were planted on his muscular thighs as he brought you up and down by your hips. Rafael was to the side, reaching over to play with your clit.

“I’m going to come, oh my god, oh my god!”

“Come for us Y/N,” Rafael commanded. “Give it to us.”

You wailed as you came hard, falling apart. Your nerve endings were white-hot and sizzling. Bryan chased his own release, coming deep and hard inside of you. You could feel his release drip out of you. You barely had a moment to come down when Bryan nudged you forward, causing him to slip out. Rafael took place behind you, sliding his cock into you from behind, fucking Bryan’s come back inside of you. 

Your arms were wobbly, so you landed on the side of your face, your arms splayed out. Bryan sat to your side and delivered sharp spanks to your ass. 

“Whose pussy is this?” Rafael grunted.

“Yours!” You cried out. Bryan tugged on your hair, twisting your head up. 

“And?” Bryan growled.

“Yours too. Your pussy.”

“That’s right.” Bryan crushed his mouth against yours, sliding his tongue deeply into your mouth as Rafael continued to pound into you.  It was rough, messy, possessive as he did it, thrusting deep and leaving bruises on your hips.

“Is this what you wanted?” Bryan rasped in your ear. “You wanted us to ruin you?”

All you could do was whimper as Rafael continued to fuck into you. Breathy little whines were pushed from your lungs as he gripped you roughly.

“Yes, daddy!” You gasped, eyes rolling back as Bryan reached over to play with your clit, rough fingers toying with you while his lips found your throat.

“All ours.” Bryan replied. “Our good fuckin’ girl.”

And that is what did it for you. Being called a good girl. Rafael felt your walls flutter around his cock and he knew you had come. The sensation caused his cock to kick and he slid out and jerked his release all over ass, painting you with thick, creamy ropes. After the last of his release came out, you collapsed towards Bryan and he held you as Rafael rubbed his come all over your ass. To make matters more perverse, Rafael wiped his cock with his hand which had yours and Bryan’s release and also rubbed that on your ass.

You were completely sated and unable to move, so you just laid there as Rafael and Bryan murmured praises over you as they moved to clean you up. 

The remainder of the day was spent enjoying each other, broken with breaks to pack up. 

You were lounging on a netted hammock, which swayed gently. Your toes brushed against the wood flooring of the deck. Rafael and Bryan watched you from inside. 

Rafael looked at Bryan. “When are you telling her?”

Bryan sighed, his hands now on his hips . “Now I suppose. You think she will be happy?”

“Why wouldn’t she be?”

“It’s a big change.” Bryan replied. “And she told me herself before that she wouldn’t do it--”

“Because you can barely keep it in your pants, Bryan.” Rafael replied with a smirk. He slapped Bryan on the shoulder. “Go.”

Wordlessly, Bryan walked outside to where you were. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Hey.”

Bryan reached for you. “We need to talk.” 

Instantly you felt your stomach knot up. “Sure.” You carefully stood and Bryan helped you steady yourself. 

“So what’s up Bry?” You asked, crossing your arms. You tried to read his expression but he had perfected that stony look.

“I’m leaving Chicago. And I want you to come with me.” Bryan confessed.

“Wait - what? Where to? What happened to STR Laurie?” You questioned. 

“Everything is fine. STR Laurie is opening an office in New York City and they want me to head it.” 

You blinked. “I’m sorry, I think I had a minor stroke. You are moving to Manhattan?”

Bryan nodded. “And I want you to come with me. With us.” He glanced at Rafael who was still watching from inside.

“Live with you and Rafael?” You asked, stunned.

“Is that a no?” Bryan questioned. You shook your head as a huge grin spread on your face. 

“I would love nothing more!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him for a tight squeeze. The door opened and Rafael came out. You looked at Rafael. “Did you know about this?”

Rafael nodded. “Whose idea do you think it was?” 

You pulled out of Bryan’s embrace and tugged Rafael closer to you. “This is the best news!” You squealed once more, giddy with excitement.

“How about we celebrate one more time then? Tomorrow will be here soon enough,” Rafael replied softly.

You nodded. And the three of you headed back inside, ready to embark on the newest chapter of your lives. You couldn’t wait. 

And you suspected they couldn’t either.

FIN 

**

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[whitehotharlots]

Liberal cruelty has consquences

This semester is winding down. As I am desperate to avoid grading student papers, I’ve spent the morning reading longish-form online articles. I just came across one that I feel very conflicted about. The online reaction to it as been troubling. So I don’t know if I have anything particularly coherent to say, but I’d like to talk about it.

The anonymously written piece is titled “What Happened After My 13-Year-Old Son Joined the Alt Right.”  It documents a young man’s journey from a garden variety, liberal-leaning goon to a frothing neo nazi mutant.

The piece is understandably sympathetic, seeing as it was written by the boy’s parent. The writer’s whiny and heavy handed tone caused me, and most of my e-pals, to dismiss it. If anything, the essay showcases an immense failure of parenting. If my child were to ask me to take him or her to a “Traditional American Culture” rally, I would slap the everloving shit of them. Lord knows how many times the kid’s parents had dropped the ball before it ever got to that point.

But then I re-read the start of the article, in which the parent identifies the trigger point for their son’s downward slide:

One morning during first period, a male friend of Sam’s mentioned a meme whose suggestive name was an inside joke between the two of them. Sam laughed. A girl at the table overheard their private conversation, misconstrued it as a sexual reference, and reported it as sexual harassment. Sam’s guidance counselor pulled him out of his next class and accused him of “breaking the law.” Before long, he was in the office of a male administrator who informed him that the exchange was “illegal,” hinted that the police were coming, and delivered him into the custody of the school’s resource officer. At the administrator’s instruction, that man ushered Sam into an empty room, handed him a blank sheet of paper, and instructed him to write a “statement of guilt.”

No one called me as this unfolded, even though Sam cried for about six hours straight as staff members parked him in vacant offices to keep him away from other students. When he stepped off the bus that afternoon and I asked why his eyes were so swollen, he informed me that he would probably be suspended, but possibly also expelled and arrested.

If Kafka were a middle-schooler today, this is the nightmare novel he would have written.

At a meeting two days later with my husband, Sam, and me, the administrator piled more accusations on top of the harassment charge—even implying, with undisguised hostility, that Sam and his friend were gay. He waved in front of us a statement from the girl at the table and insisted that Sam would need to defend himself against her claims if he wanted to prove his innocence. But the administrator refused to reveal the particulars of the complaint (he had also blacked out identifying details, FBI-style) and then hid the paperwork under a book. He declared that it was his primary duty, as a school official and as a father of daughters, to believe and to protect the girls under his care.

Eck… who edited this? It would have worked so much better without a fucking Kafka reference.

So, maybe it was the tone. I dunno. But most readers seem to regard this section as exaggerated, possibly fabricated.  The takeaway was “boo hoo, the nazi kid got punished for sexually harassing  a girl.” Heck: If a reader is truly dedicated to the #BelieveAllWomen mantra, then this description doesn’t warrant sympathy even if it’s entirely true. The kid said something that upset the girl. It wasn’t directed to her and it wasn’t about her. But still, he upset her, and she’s a girl, so he is bad and deserved whatever punishment was doled out to him.

And this got me thinking about my experiences in high school, as a student in the late 90s and a teacher in the mid-aughts. Administrators seemed to always be adopting some or other policy of harsh punishment for bad behavior: zero tolerance toward weapons, drugs, hats, disrespectful posture, electronic devices, swearing, Simpsons t-shirts, and mentally unhygenic reading materials. During dances and social gatherings, my middle school allowed students to bring in CDs from home. That was a decent policy, but anyone who attempted to play a “hip hop” track would receive an immediate suspension for “endorsing violence,” regardless of the track’s lyrical content. My high school adopted a firm anti-bullying policy, but once a boy came to school wearing a gothic dress as some kind of vague transgressive statement, and two separate male teachers called him a fag--out in the open, in front of everybody, as part of the official business of teaching.

Once, in 8th grade, two kids were caught taking over-the-counter caffeine pills. They didn’t get sick or anything; a girl saw them and she narced. They were arrested by the school resource officer, taken in a cop car to the hospital to have their stomachs pumped, and then summarily expelled, their young lives effectively ruined over 50 milligrams of a safe and legal stimulant. At an emergency assembly held the next day, the frog-faced principal croaked out a dire warning that the use of such drugs was strictly forbidden and we would all be subjected to the same fate, should we attempt to sneak in any No Doz. As he issued his stern warning, he slurped gluttonously from a 22-ounce mug of gas station coffee.

The point is, zero tolerance never really means zero tolerance. Rules are always--always, literally always, without exception in the whole of human history--enforced arbitrarily. Harsh policies rarely make anyone safer. They are employed instead to further humiliate and brutalize those who have already been rejected by the system. In my last two paragraphs, I cited the dumbest and most conspicuous examples of arbitrary cruelty that happened to pop into my head. This doesn’t cover the everyday, petty cruelties that teachers and administrators would exact upon kids they simply didn’t like. Without exception, these were the kids who were already marginalized: effeminate boys, masculine but unathletic girls, kids who dressed poorly, kids who spoke with accents, black kids, kids with learning disabilities or behavioral problems. These kids would be given detentions or even suspensions for minor infractions--looking away from the chalkboard, slouching, sneaking in candy, laughing at importune times, etc. It wasn’t the teacher’s fault, of course: zero tolerance and all that. But, strangely, the zero tolerance policies never seemed to apply to the popular, athletic, and/or well-connected kids. If Suzie Creamcheese was caught sneaking some Starburst during Algebra--well, she’s probably hungry, seeing as she works so hard. If Raul, Roofus, or Sheena were caught doing the same? God help them.

Some teachers were nicer than others, of course. Some were downright supportive. Others were simply evil. There was one, when I was in 7th grade, who was particularly repulsive and cruel--no kidding, his admiration of Rush Limbaugh was formative in my early-adopted hatred of American conservatives. He had matted red hair and teeth like a cracked picket fence and would wear a leather jacket out to lunch. Anyhow, he would prattle on about his hatred of kids who “Just. Refuse. To. Learn.” These kids were almost always black. Pure coincidence, I’m sure. He’d make a show of tossing them out of class--sometimes physically--for infractions as minor as getting an answer wrong when called upon. One time, a twitchy white kid who wore the same t-shirt every day called him out: It’s unfair, he said, that I’m getting thrown out of class for getting an answer wrong, when right before me another kid got several chances to respond.

The teacher turned beet red. He got on his knees and put his face two inches in front of the twitchy kid’s eyes. 

“I’m not throwing you out because you got the answer wrong,” he explained. “I’m throwing you out because you are you.”

Again, these are the conspicuous examples. The everyday stuff is harder to describe twenty-five years after it happened.  Most people were not brutalized and they didn’t have a single moment that ruined their life, but they were still exposed to a deeply unfair and cruel system, and such exposure naturally engenders feelings of betrayal, hopelessness, and anger.

Here’s my story--it’s particularly stupid. 9th grade. One day,  I walked into Spanish class, and the large woman who teaches in that classroom before my section grabbed me by the collar, physically lifted me out of my chair, and shoved her moist biscuit of a hand into my face. “What is this,” she demanded.

This was all very sudden. I could see nothing but her hand, which had a distinct fecal aroma.

“I don’t know,” I said.

She removed her hand. I looked down toward desk. She stood silently. I had no fucking idea what she was talking about.

“You’re gonna tell me what you did, right now, or I’m gonna double the detentions.”

I was still silent. Seriously, no idea what was going on. This enraged her. She began to count upward, starting at 3 detentions and stopping at 10, by which point tears were welling up and my face was flushed. I said I seriously did not know. She pointed to a small pentagram someone had engraved into the desktop. The desks, by the way, were movable. Anyone could have done it. She blamed me because she didn’t like me. I served 10 detentions and had to pay over a hundred dollars (a shitload of money for a 13-year-old) to get the desk refinished.

This isn't the end of the world, obviously. But it really, oddly broke me. Before, I had thought that so long as I did was I supposed to and didn’t break any rules, I’d be okay. Now I realized that was bullshit, that any vindictive cunt with a few ounces of power could punish me for any reason, at any time, and I wouldn’t be allowed to mount a defense. That’s the sort of thing that fucks with a kid’s head.  I mean, christ--it’s 23 years later and I’m still kinda pissed about it. I hope that woman is dead.

I regained a sense of control by stealing books from the woman’s classroom. A few times a week, I would grab a textbook when I came in, use it during class, and walk out with it. At the end of the school year, some friends and I burned them in a glorious bonfire along the banks of the Mississippi.

My response was petty and destructive, but I don’t feel any pengs of guilt or shame in remembering it. I had to do something to reassert agency, to feel like I had some control, and I managed to find a way to go about doing it that didn’t hurt anybody or get me into trouble. Regardless of the morality of my particular response, we can agree that kids are now much more surveilled than they were 20-odd years ago, and that minor mischief is now much more harshly criminalized. If a kid finds themself on the outs within their school, there’s really no way they can push back. Their only available avenue of asserting control over their lives is to wander into welcoming communities elsewhere…

One more anecdote then I’m done….

My sister was in high school during 9/11. The attacks were on a Tuesday, and the whole rest of the week was assemblies and talking circles and other such activities meant to assuage fear and gin up the hatred of the dirty brown bastards that done this. Two of my sister’s friends, older boys, were the sort of kids who read Howard Zinn and listened to Jello Biafra’s spoken word records. During one meeting, they expressed exasperation at a girl who was sobbing because she just, like, didn’t know why anyone would do that. The boys certainly didn’t approve of the attacks, but they tried to explain the whole concept of the US being an unhinged and murderous imperial power that had done much worse stuff all over the globe. The audience gasped. The boys were hauled into the principal’s office. They were charged with verbally assaulting the crying girl. One was suspended. The other expelled.

So, I dunno… go ahead. If you think due process is evil, that all victimhood claims are valid and should be taken at face value, and that kids of lesser social status should be demonized and made into criminals for upsetting members of the fair sex, then you do you. That’s fine if that’s what you believe. But please don’t be so naive as to think that the bulk of these newly criminalized behaviors are going to actually be malignant, or that the genuinely malignant behaviors of secure kids will be curbed in any way. Please respect yourself enough to realize that school admins aren’t magic sages with mature moral compasses--a plurality of them were business majors in college, for fuck’s sake. And most importantly, don’t be surprised if the kids you dismiss wind up doing some crazy or awful shit in response.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: An Equal Serving (baon)

Summary: Coffee isn't exactly an inalienable right, but it should be.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Prejudice Against Monsters, Angst, Comfort

Notes: Erm, this wasn’t on the list of things I was supposed to try to work on today. It came to me at like, 2 am when I couldn’t sleep, and thus, I needed it. So here we are.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The bell above the door jangled cheerily as Edge pushed it open, stepping inside The Beanery. As always, there were plenty of patrons, either sitting at a table with their coffees or waiting patiently in the line, staring at their phones as they shuffled forward until it was time to place their order.

In a corner at one of the booths, Stretch was settled in like he’d been there for hours. He probably had. The chalkboard had a new time recorded on it, a sign he’d ordered some horrific monstrosity when he’d arrived. Around his open laptop was a scattering of cups around him, a sign that he’d already drunk more than his fair share caffeine for the day. That was another good indicator that they were busy; normally Debbie would have cleared them away for Stretch in an attempt to help him hide exactly how many he’d had.

Considering that Stretch usually paid with their shared debit card, it was less than successful, but Edge was both exasperated and amused by the attempt.

He’d been exasperated enough when Stretch texted him he was going to the coffee shop. After what had happened with Jeff, Edge was leery of Stretch going into Ebott on his own, at least until things settled down again. Not that he’d ever demand anything of the sort from him; for one, it was a surefire way to get his obstinate love to do the exact opposite and his twitter would likely be filled with pointed comments about where in the city he was going that day, all by himself like a big boy, and if anyone in particular doesn’t like it, he could tell him where to stuff it up their pelvic cavity.

Not that Edge knew from experience.

That he stopped at The Beanery a couple times a week himself made his argument even thinner and wouldn’t, couldn’t, tell Stretch where he was allowed to go.

But oh, there were days he wished that brilliance of Stretch’s included a healthier amount of self-preservation. Even with the local news siding firmly with Monsters, to the point there had been protesters outside the Ebott Police Station, there was enough online malcontents spreading falsehoods to be worrisome. It wasn’t strictly his job to keep track of anti-monster blogs and online rumors, there was an entire department at the Embassy dedicated to it, but Edge got reports on it daily.

It was a constant balancing act and his husband always somehow managed to be in the middle of it.

The line was moving steadily forward, and Edge was nearly at the counter when it happened. A Human stopped by Stretch’s table, a tall male without a cup or a pastry in hand. Stretch smiled up at him automatically and Edge couldn’t hear what was said, but that smile faded quickly, his eye lights shrinking.

Afraid or angry, most likely a combination of both, and the visceral reminder he’d had outside the Chinese restaurant that Stretch was more than capable of handling himself was a distant thought as Edge automatically started forward.

Only for Debbie to beat him to it. She all but ran from behind the counter, her blonde ponytail bobbing, and she inserted herself between Stretch and the Human fearlessly.

The Human’s words didn’t carry through the bustling noise of the shop, but Debbie’s did, loud enough to send a hush through the shop. “You need to leave, right now!”

Debbie was perhaps five feet tall, if she was wearing shoes. It was always a point of amusement to see her next to Stretch, the way he had to lean down to hug her while she stood on her toes. Her height didn’t keep her from glaring up at the Man, quivering with all the ferocity her tiny form could contain.

The hush allowed the Human’s next shout to carry, echoing into the silence, as he leaned in too close to her to sneer, “It’s cunts like you keeping the government from sending these things back underground where they belong!”

That started Edge forward again, his own vision tinting to crimson. He nearly lashed out at a light touch on his arm, barely catching himself. But it withdrew quickly, and he turned to see the other barista, Hussain, standing next to him.

“Edge,” he whispered urgently, “don’t get yourself in trouble over that asshole, we all saw how the cops were. Let me back her up.”

“You’re here on a work visa,” Edge hissed back. It was true and he knew it, knew all the workers here, either from his own questions or from Stretch chatting happily about them. He knew Hussain, knew Daniel and Alisha and Jennie, and every one of them knew him, always offered him his usual.

This was not the usual.

Hussain only smiled crookedly. “It expires soon, anyway.”

With that, he walked quickly over to where Debbie was arguing with the Man. He said nothing, only stood at her shoulder glaring, and he wasn’t as tall as Stretch, but he still made for an intimidating presence. All the other baristas quickly joined him, and then a few patrons were standing by them, all of them glaring, allowing Debbie to scold and shoo him back like a stray dog until he finally stormed out the door with a few last snarled insults, the bell jangling in his wake.

The smattering of cheers and claps were incongruous as Debbie walked back to Stretch. Her face was reddened, and she scrabbled a tissue from her apron pocket, wiping away angry tears as she sat herself in the booth with Stretch.

The other baristas returned to the counter, smiling and serving as the line slowly shuffled back into place.

Edge stayed where he was, kept his distance for the moment as he listened.

Debbie took Stretch’s hand gently, squeezing. “You okay, sweetie?”

His smile was tremulous but warm, “yeah, but damn, you didn’t have to do that, deb, he could’ve hurt you!”

She lifted her chin, blue eyes flashing. “This is my shop,” she sniffed, “so I decide who stays and goes. I would have called the police but—"

Stretch’s mouth twisted wryly, “yeah, i’m good on that. well, damn, i can’t even post about this on my twitter; when I say everyone clapped, no one will believe me.”

It was a good attempt, but one thing Edge knew was that Debbie was not easily distracted. She looked at him sadly, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, Stretch. You’re supposed to be safe here. Safe from bastards like that who think they’re so precious to the world when they’re really a waste of oxygen.”

“i am safe,” Stretch assured her, gently. He squeezed her hand, long bony fingers against her fleshy ones. It would be so easy for her to hurt him; with his HP, it would only take the Intent. “i’m safe as houses, deb.”

The feel of a presence beside him made Edge reluctantly look away to see Hussain joining him again. He gave Edge a thumbs up and a wry smile as he leaned in to whisper loudly, “See, she took care of it. No one messes with the badass coffee mama.”

“I heard that!” Debbie called and the laughter that followed eased the last of the tension.

Before Hussain could step back behind the counter to help the others, Edge said his name, stopping him. “If you’re not interested in leaving Ebott to go back overseas, you may wish to apply at the Embassy. Working there would override the limitations of your visa.”

He blinked, considering, and the hope in his dark eyes was palpable. “You really think they’d hire me?”

Yes. “We accept all sorts of qualified applicants for a variety of positions. Apply. You can use me for a reference.”

With that, he finally gave in to the agitated urge in his soul and went over to his husband. Debbie gave over her seat to him with a murmured greeting, pausing to drop a light kiss atop Stretch’s skull before she hurried back behind the counter to help the others.

“hey, babe,” Stretch said, softly. His pale eye lights were gentle, both his hands taking hold of one of Edge’s and it took him entirely too long to realize Stretch was trying to comfort him. How must he look if Stretch was worried for him? His control was taking a battering lately and Edge inhaled slowly, let it out, and worked to school his expression to impassivity. Whether or not he was successful, it wouldn’t fool Stretch, he knew that, and instead, he tangled their fingers together, his gloved ones sliding alongside those slender, delicate bones.

“Hey, love,” he murmured. He drew their joined hands up to his mouth, brushing a kiss across their knuckles. “Do you want to go home?”

“nah,” Stretch’s grin turned lopsided, “ain’t calling this game on account of a little rain.”

“Is that happening often?” Edge asked, low. He glanced around the shop. No one else was paying them any attention; their focus was on their laptops or their companions. There was another group of Monsters sitting opposite them, a few that he recognized, but it was no surprise that the wretched Human would attack Stretch. He was known, popular on the internet and in the city.

That his husband was a target was not a new thought. It was always a painful one.

“nope, first time.” And at Edge’s silent stare, Stretch sighed, “okay, first time since everything went down with andy. i promise. happy?”

“Not really,” Edge said dryly. He kept his hold on Stretch’s hand. “I’d rather you promise to tell me if it happens again.”

To his surprise, Stretch nodded readily. “okay. and you can put the shock away, i get it. you guys need to know about this stuff. even if i can handle myself and shortcut away, not everyone else can.” He tipped his head towards the other group of Monsters. They were young and if they’d been subdued during the shouting, neither had they left and now they were grinning and chatting happily.

Debbie walking up cut them off from view. She set a plate at Stretch’s elbow with several lemon bars and cup at Edge’s, hot and fragrant. She was away again with a smile and a whirl of her blonde ponytail, back to the counter. Edge freed one hand to take his cup and that first sip was familiar and warming, as was watching Stretch happily eat his lemon bars.

Safe as houses, Stretch claimed, and perhaps it wasn’t entirely true, but they were trying.

-finis-

[christophe-delorne]

Good Dog

Chapter 8

Warnings: Excessive swearing

Pairings: Gregory x Christophe

AU: Adulthood

The bar was noises and crowded, far more than Christophe would ever feel comfortable in but his paranoia was drowned in alcohol. It wasn't unusual for him to get drunk but to do so in a public place was out of the ordinary and only because he had been coerced into it by one Kenny McCormick. The guy was convincing as hell and likely the only other person Christophe moderately tolerated. Other than Gregory. Though right now Gregory had been the deciding factor in why Christophe had ever agreed to go out and drink with Kenny in the first place, he needed to do something that he would consider a bit reckless for him to do. Kenny though, seemed all too entertained by Christophe's crass nature, maybe because the Frenchman was bluntly honest, unlike the blond's childhood friends. Both had shared the experience of death, Kenny seemed more used to that kind of thing that Christophe, not that Christophe was frightened of death by any means but or was heyo willing to dive right into it either.

"Glad to finally run off and have some fun, huh?" Kenny's voice broke through Christophe's haze, making the Frenchman turn to glare sourly at him. Kenny looked different from earlier today, looking less like a bum and more like a nine to five business man. It was not surprise, Kenny was a man who could easily blend in and that was something he used to his advantage.

"Fuck off, you just caught me at a bad time. Or a good one considering how you are." Christophe tapped the bar counter to gain the bar tender's attention and give him a refill on his drink. "And since you invited me, you're paying the bill."

Kenny placed a hand over his chest as if wounded by Christophe's words. "You expect poor lil' ol' me to pay? You're the hot shot merc with loads of cash you probably store under your mattress."

"That would require me to have a mattress in the first place."

"Right, right, I bet Gregory doesn't let his favorite lil' pet up on the furniture now does he?"

"Shut up." Christophe downed the shot, needed that burn to make him forget everything else that bothered him in his life. Like how right Kenny actually was.

Kenny laughed and clapped Christophe on the shoulder, obviously being able to read the mood the statement had put the Frenchman in, that was enough of an answer for him. "You know, you could always ditch the pompous dick and work for me. You know I treat my friends right even if they're idiots."

Christophe knew that Kenny was an honest man, far more generous and kind than he lead others to believe. A man of justice, even since he was a kid he hadn't hesitated to give his own life to bring peace to a world that didn't deserve it. Christophe couldn't share that sentiment, if anything, he needed Gregory to keep him going. No matter how much he hated the man, Christophe needed Gregory and while Gregory would never admit it, he needed Christophe as well. They were fit for each other, no matter how many girlfriends Gregory had, they were replaceable, Christophe was the one thing in Gregory's life that the seemingly impenetrable Brit that was ever stable in his life. Christophe stared down at the worn wood of the bar table, knowing that he would eventually need to go find where Gregory was staying which would likely lead to some sort of bitchfest.

"You already know that I can't fuckin' do that." Christophe pushed the tumbler away from himself, done drinking for the night. He was buzzed enough and didn't want to be completely impaired, even if he did trust Kenny, he didn't trust anyone else in this bar, or so he thought.

Just as he was about to stand up off the barstool, a hand fell on his shoulder. Instinctively he grabbed it and yanked, planning to throw the perpetrator over the bar for making the mistake of touching him, especially from behind. However, the owner of the hand seemed to have expected the motion and grabbed at the back of Christophe's hair with his free hand and giving a violent yank back, causing a hoarse cry of anger and foreign swear words to come spilling out of his mouth. His head was forced to tip back, green eyes locking onto smug, pale blue ones. It appeared Gregory had lost his patience in waiting for Christophe to return to him.

"You kept me waiting long enough, Christophe." The polite tone was deceptive as Gregory turned his head to look over at Kenny who was doing his damnedest to innocently drink the beer he ordered, pretending he wasn't there and failing. "I should have known you'd be the cause, Mr. McCormick. Though I should have guessed you'd come snooping around, I was hoping you would but not so soon." Gregory pulled upwards on Christophe's hair, making the Frenchmen swear as he was pulled to his feet.

"Well, you know me, I always do enjoy getting into the center of mischief." Kenny downed the rest of his beer before standing up, giving Christophe a look, not out of pity but almost out of understanding. "Anyways, just thought I'd show the old dirt dog some fun while he was off the leash."

"While I am thankful that he hasn't gone off and done something regrettable, I still prefer that Christophe not go off while we are in the middle of work."

"Ohoho, work you say? And what interesting things could possibly require the insistence of British upper crust and a mysterious Frenchman in Denver?"

"Likely the same reason why you're here, Mr. McCormick."

"Jeeze, Mr. McCormick, really? You make me sound like a honest, hard working man. Work is hard, but definitely not honest." He pulled out his wallet, placing down money for the bill, paying for Christophe's as well.

"I do enjoy formalities. However, I must excuse myself and Christophe, we have things to attend to and this little adventure has put us behind schedule. If we need your assistance, I will be certain to contact you." Gregory nodded briskly as if his words were the final say in the conversation. Kenny took the hint and waved them off with a sigh.

"Yeah, whatever, but just so you know, my services ain't free."

"Duly noted."

Gregory turned, still holding Christophe by his hair as he dragged the stumbling, disoriented Frenchman out of the bar. Already there was a taxi there waiting, not one of the public transports either. It appeared Gregory had hired a chauffeur to drive them around during their stay in Denver. Figures, Gregory wasn't the type to bother with a vehicle that wasn't exactly the cleanest or the nicest. That and having one or two designated drivers were preferable in this sort of mission, dedicated to serving them without being distracted by other customers. Gregory opened the back door, shoving Christophe into the backseat. It was unusual for Gregory to enter after Christophe, a sign of how upset the man was.

"You simply cannot leave like that in the middle of a mission."

"Shove it up your ass, prick." That got him a brisk slap upside his head, making Christophe turn his challenging glare at Gregory. He wasn't going to regret his decision and if anyone should apologize, it should be Gregory.

"You were rude to our host and you didn't answer my texts."

"First of all, fuck you and that cunt. Secondly... Fuck you." Maybe he had drank more than he thought, trying to remember his line of thinking was difficult, especially when he felt so pissed off with the man beside him.

"Wendyl had inside information on our target, so we need them to carry this mission out."

"What the hell even is this mission, you've told me fuck all and it's starting to get on my fuckin' nerves. Tell me what the shit is goin' on, Greg." He was used to just doing as he's told, but this, being back here so close to the worst time in his life. He wanted answers, he deserved some sort of explanation that would give him a good enough reason to stay near that he'll hole of a place. Not to mention deal with the people who were a part of it. A part of a war that he had no real stake in. A war that had changed both him and Gregory for the worst. He couldn't care less about what had happened to him, but...

Gregory sighed, running a gloved hand over his jaw, a sign of him thinking, choosing his words carefully. Which meant the blond wasn't ready to give Christophe the full details on this mission, which made him listen to Gregory's words with a grain of salt. "There have been reports of a new addictive drug on the market, one that is spreading far too quickly to be created by just some small timers." Gregory looked out the window, mulling over his thoughts and seemingly his anger had lessened. "It started showing up in Europe recently, the supply is thin, so people have begun killing each other over it. I managed to trace it back to Hall as the supplier, but I know a man like that wouldn't dirty his hands too much in drug trade, so someone must have offered him something too irresistible to pass up."

Christophe rubbed the back of his head, his scalp still sore from where Gregory had yanked on it. "So you were pulling all the information he had on the one who bought him?"

"Correct. I found out that he'd been promised a good deal of power and control in Europe in the coming years once whatever plan this organization was brewing up came to fruition. Such a promise means that the current powers would have to be cleaned out and replaced. Something that can only be done if something drastic happens. Something I intend to stop."

"Fuckin' hell. You know I hate missions that force me to do heroic things. I'm not doing it, not again."

"You don't have much of a choice in the matter, or have you forgotten you place once again?"

Christophe turned his head, avoiding Gregory's dangerous look, instead preferring to look out the window at the buildings moving past at a slow rate, it appeared they'd managed to get into afternoon rush hour. He hated being in the car, much less in traffic with a man who oozed anger while having the damnedest calm expression on his face. Even with the distraction of the conversation, Gregory hadn't forgotten Christophe's transgressions as expected. However, Christophe didn't know what to expect from the Brit, while everyone around Gregory thought of him as harmless, Gregory didn't hold back when it came to the Frenchman.

"I won't sacrifice my life again, Greg." Christophe stated firmly. "Never again. Nothing about this shitty world is worth my life for."

"Oh? Not even me?"

It was a trap question, one Christophe wouldn't fall for. He would never admit how much he cared for Gregory, though at this point he wondered if it wasn't even out of care for the man. Did he truly care about Gregory? Or was he just following routine, following the only thing he ever knew because it was familiar and safe. His entire life was chaotic and dangerous, ever changing except for one person. Once upon a time, when they were kids, he might've fancied such a notion, he had envied Gregory then. He had wanted to gain Gregory's attention, to cur favor in order to gain a reward. Eventually, that had stopped, there were no rewards, no more kindness left between them. Whatever youth that they had left had been ruined I that little mountain town in Colorado. They were adults, able to see the reality of their situation and yet unable to fix it, some wounds never did heal, on,y festered and grew into something more dangerous.

Christophe didn't respond, knowing he was only tempting Gregory's anger later. He wanted it, craved it almost, it had been so long that he wanted any kind of attention Gregory could give him. He knew it was wrong, he hated, loathed that part about him and yet he didn't want to change it. What sort of better world would be out there for him anyways? Did he even deserve anything better than this? He had done terrible things, had cursed God himself more times than he could count. So no, he deserved Gregory, deserved that sort of punishment. Christophe glanced back over to Gregory, the temptation was there, could he piss Gregory off enough to make the man forget everything else and focus on him? He would likely regret it, but the alcohol in his system had loosened his caution around the Brit.

"What makes you different from all the rest of the pieces of shit?"

Gregory seemed slightly taken aback by Christophe's statement, staring at the Frenchman as if hurt by it. Christophe hoped so, sure it was petty of him but he wasn't really in the right mindset to be reasonable and rational. It took a moment for Gregory to recover, but when he did, he moved closer, pressing close to Christophe's side. Instantly, he became aware of the touch, the subtle but elegant cologne wafting up, bringing back memories that made him feel mixed emotions. His eyelids lowered, regretting drinking, lowering his guard around Gregory was the worst mistake he could make. However he wanted to finally let his guard down, wanted to feel something that he scorned and locked away to keep himself safe. He felt warm breath on his ear, damning him to lifetime of torture that he'd reluctantly savor as his eyes closed. Words, soft softly whispered, sounding almost deceptively affection teased him for the rest of his days.

"Because I'm the only one you care about."

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Jimmy

Janis: Just had to suffer my sister at her worst but also think she won't talk to me or you now so Janis: 👍🤞 Jimmy: 🎻 Jimmy: Tah though baby 👍 Janis: 🖕 You have no idea dickhead Janis: owe me for how much she blames me 'cos of course Jimmy: we can plan our first date Jimmy: shout you drinks when it happens & work out how most to piss her off 'til then Janis: Decent Janis: have to make it last longer than a few days so she can eat shit/her words Janis: not the date, she ain't that demanding I hope Jimmy: 'ave til school starts, that should be long enough? Jimmy: what sorta dates are #goals for her & her mates Janis: Fine by me, probs a record for that lot honestly Janis: Eurgh, hold on Janis: lemme get into the headspace of a basic bitch Jimmy: & i can serve a record number of frappes to 'em in that time, less time all 'round when it ain't hols no more Jimmy: 👌😂 Jimmy: needs to be bearable for us too Janis: Wasn't betting on it with you for company, babe Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You love me now, remember Janis: Shh, the more you talk the harder this is Janis: I dunno, every cliche in the book probably, like can't actually just go down the pub, that is not a thotsquad approved #goal Jimmy: hang on, in my house we don't play charades or owt but I'll 'ave a go... 🖕 Jimmy: where did her last bae take your sister? Janis: How many syllables? Jimmy: as many as dickhead has Jimmy: flicks? then we don't have to talk Janis: Tap 'em out, come on Janis: it's two, just so you know Janis: Yeah, that'd work Janis: are you going to make me see something pretentious and artsy or what though Jimmy: you wouldn't like that, smart girl? Jimmy: gotta be a horror film, don't it? That's the cliche Janis: 'course, nothing like a heavy dose of fear to get a girl in the mood Janis: how could I forget Jimmy: food & drinks before or after? since you eat, unlike your sister Janis: After, means there was a chance we got off on the backrow 'fore tucking in to all the garlic or whatever posh food always has in it Jimmy: I can't be back too late though for real Janis: Alright Janis: post it after Janis: doubt our classmates are gonna be hanging 'bout any food place that ain't nandos or maccas so Jimmy: It's your turn on the 'gram, sweetheart Janis: Great 🙄 Jimmy: Fake more enthusiasm when you type out the #s Jimmy: if your sister's likely to be about I'll pick you up Jimmy: say when Janis: 'course Janis: when more's at stake than just your ego darling 😘 Janis: when do you need to be back for real Janis: it doesn't matter to me Jimmy: 9ish at latest Jimmy: but if anyone asks we were out 'til whenever Jimmy: my sister ain't gonna dob us in as liars Janis: Shit man, wha'd'ya do? Janis: 'course though Janis: mine happily would but she ain't that bright, and easily avoided so it's cool Jimmy: nowt like what you're thinking Janis: coulda gone with that Janis: actually sound impressive Jimmy: why? Jimmy: you getting bored of me already, Jessica? Jimmy: 💔 Janis: just saying, bit of inspiration wouldn't go amiss if you want this post to be 🔥 Janis: but don't worry, I'm a pro even if you're not bringing your A game Jimmy: if you need it when the bar's this low, we are doomed Jimmy: got weeks of this yet, girl Janis: shut up, misery Janis: just worried you can't keep up Jimmy: 💔🎻💔 Jimmy: a well deep wound Janis: You want 'em to piss off or nah, boy Jimmy: save your nagging 'til you next visit me at work Jimmy: the audience will lap it up Janis: Yeah yeah, you just wanna fully appreciate in person don't lie Jimmy: rumbled 😍 Janis: Hm, know your type, mate Janis: probably tell me your shifts so I can drop in casual Janis: not dedicated enough to work it out like they have, soz Jimmy: [sends his work schedule] Jimmy: get in before I get sacked 🙄 Janis: are you only the best barista in looks then? 💔 Jimmy: don't be a dickhead Jimmy: you tasted that smoothie Jimmy: but your sister's head bitch is here with her latest male victim Jimmy: I can only be so 😁 Janis: do the world, him and me a favour and poison hers, like 😒 Janis: your manager will understand Jimmy: Is she not immune to most? Jimmy: Looks like she's about to swallow this lad 🐍 Janis: 😷 Janis: Throw water at her, cool her down and she'll melt Jimmy: deal Janis: knew you had your uses Jimmy: she keeps looking at me Jimmy: waiting for my invite to sit down and join in Janis: probably Janis: or she's trying to turn you into stone, run away then, boy 🙄 Jimmy: if she can get anyone hard with one of them looks I despair at Leprechaun country more than I had done Janis: 😏 Janis: Actually funny, give you that Janis: she reckons Jimmy: Funny enough to come save me? Janis: Hmm Janis: How scared are you? Gotta let it get high enough, most hero points Jimmy: I'll let you know when she unhinges her jaw fully Janis: 👍 Janis: quite the party trick Jimmy: go on, I'll ramp up the 😍 Jimmy: make her think you're really irresistible Janis: Think? Janis: Bitch, she knows Jimmy: She fancies you? Jimmy: That explains a lot Janis: I don't know what her actual damage is Janis: would explain the over-the-top homophobia, like Jimmy: I'll show her what she's missing then Jimmy: work appropriate PDA Janis: 😍 when you put it like that Jimmy: gotta pay up Jimmy: like you said, I owe you for Grace Jimmy: how far do you want me to go? Janis: Oh 'scuse me whilst I take a moment to swoon Janis: 😂 Jimmy: Don't take too long if you don't want her to leave Jimmy: which I know you don't Jimmy: she's been chatting shit loudly about you, for my benefit, since she got here Janis: 😒 Glad to know she's as much a cunt behind my back as she is to my face Janis: true friend 💕 Janis: Reckon we can manage to show you're actually interested in ME and not just getting off with any bitch or too pie in the sky Jimmy: Easy Jimmy: Put your hair up so I can take it down that's the most cliche thing I can think of Janis: Sorted Janis: it's up anyway, had to go to the gym after that delightful convo with Gracie Jimmy: If you can keep your sick in your mouth & not over me, I'll remember your name, just for this Jimmy: Jennifer, right? Janis: I know you can read Janis: not that Northern Jimmy: Do you? Jimmy: I might be faking that too Janis: You running every message by your colleague first then? Janis: I should get off with him too, only fair Jimmy: wait til Mona's gone probably Jimmy: what do you wanna drink/eat? I'll pretend it's spontaneous 'cause I can read you so well 💕 Janis: She'd respect it, slutbag Janis: the others would defs not though so I'll be sly with it, don't worry Janis: Clearly a non-shit smoothie is our thing, babe 💕 Janis: and anything with protein, not fussy Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: Take some selfies with me, we'll work out who's gonna post what later Janis: Gotta give the fans what they want Jimmy: gotta give the #haters what they don't Janis: You know it Janis: by the time School rolls back 'round, you're gonna be so forgettable Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: No wishing 'bout it, boy Janis: I get shit done 💪 Jimmy: Don't make me like you Jimmy: Not what we're here for Janis: 🙄 Don't be soft Jimmy: Do your job & I won't be, will I? Jimmy: 😍 remember Janis: Yeah 😏 Do your best to look dead blue ball'd in these selfies Janis: what could be more #goals than a boy not instantly going off you when you don't spread 'em on first sight, appaz Janis: and our bar is low yeah Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: It's been a while, I can do that Janis: 🎻 Janis: Bollocks has it Jimmy: Hard to believe 'cause you want me so bad but actually has Janis: 🖕 Janis: if you have as many fans as you claiming, they ain't all so unbearable you ain't gone there Jimmy: yeah they are Janis: ⬆ standards, is it Jimmy: standards Jimmy: any Janis: Admirable Jimmy: Piss off Janis: Deadly serious Jimmy: nah you're not Janis: Giving you a few months 'fore you're one of 'em Janis: that's all Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: back to being brutal now then Janis: You want saving from this whole town, that'd cost more than you'd be willing to give, boy Janis: get you eventually Jimmy: I'll be gone before that happens Janis: Yeah? Jimmy: I didn't wanna come here in the first place, I'm not making it my shamrock patch to die in Janis: Me either, mate Jimmy: You better shut up and get a move on before we find owt else we've got in common Janis: 'Less you want me to show up all sweaty and have it be known that's what you're into you'll calm the fuck down and lemme finish Jimmy: If I cared that much what people thought I was into have dressed you before you first showed up here Janis: Cunt Janis: if I wanted unwarranted fashion advice, I'd have stayed home and alked to my sister some more Jimmy: Can't seduce a girl without a leather jacket, by your own reckoning Jimmy: So you're wrong or I don't care, do I? Janis: I'm right, you just like complaining Janis: it ain't like you've been catfished here Jimmy: you've been whinging since you got in my inbox, Jolene Janis: You're the one who's shit scared of falling so you keep 🤐 anything else Jimmy: You don't know me Jimmy: guess again Janis: I'm good Janis: only need to know the fake you tso this isn't a waste of time Jimmy: 💔 Janis: but give me the basic rundown over dinner, yeah Janis: just in case anyone asks when your birthday is or some shit Jimmy: chatting something useful? Who are you? Jimmy: Top one, Julie Janis: Funny Janis: I'll be fucking fuming if it's soon, I ain't getting you anything Jimmy: We'll be over before then Jimmy: When's yours? Janis: 13th October, so same Jimmy: Gutted I can't make Grace share with me as well Janis: 😒 Don't even Janis: basically have to leave the country to get away, no joke how serious she takes it Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎸🎺🎻 Jimmy: you get the whole orchestra for that one, baby Janis: I'll let her know you want the joint party, see how musical you feeling then Jimmy: I've already told you, you ain't breaking my heart Jimmy: do your worst Janis: hour 3 of picking out fucking Janis: napkin colours Janis: and she will Jimmy: nah don't have to listen Jimmy: she don't want any real input Janis: i know you've heard how loud she is Janis: there's no option Jimmy: bollocks Janis: I'm telling you, take my place Jimmy: I'm telling you, customer service has trained me Jimmy: Challenge accepted Janis: Have fun Janis: Imma do one with your fit workmate ✌ Jimmy: You'd have to find one first Janis: Easy Jimmy: if that's your type, sweetheart Janis: Not an amateur like the bitches who concern themselves with you, I've scoped the joint once, I'm good to go Janis: Don't be jealous, you asked for this Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: It's pity not jealousy Jimmy: if you think any of 'em are fit you need your eyes checked at least and at worst, like....scrapping Janis: I didn't know you'd ranked 'em all outta 10 already, my bad Janis: if you got claims, just say, girl code Jimmy: what the fuck is girl code? Janis: Fucked if I know but unsurprised I'm apparently in violation 'cos Gracie ain't getting exactly what she wants 🤷 Janis: ask if you can get a word in Jimmy: tah, mate Janis: I know, she's scary Janis: save your streetcred and keep it hush Jimmy: what street cred? I'm dating you Janis: Actually do one Jimmy: you don't feel no different about me Jimmy: we ain't pretending here Janis: I've had enough of it for one day though so you'll have to have a go tomorrow, like Jimmy: alright, white flag Jimmy: relax, Janis Janis: Whatever, yeah Janis: omw Jimmy: I'll get the smoothie ready so you don't have to wait Jimmy: it's the little things that are #goals yeah? Janis: 💕 Janis: so sweet Jimmy: save it Jimmy: we've got a show to put on Jimmy: Myrtle's really stepped hers up, on the hate & the love Janis: Least she's coming up for air Janis: What's she saying then? Jimmy: not worth repeating when we can just shut it down Janis: I just feel sorry for the lad Janis: his idea of a hot date probably isn't a bitching sesh Jimmy: he looks like he's enjoying himself Janis: 😷 the casualties of the job they didn't warn you about, yeah Jimmy: if you want any food you're braver than me Janis: Given but Janis: ew Jimmy: don't be a dickhead after the white flag's gone up Janis: awh babes Janis: don't you wanna play dirty? Jimmy: like I said, save it, babes Janis: 😏 fine Janis: dry Jimmy: I get it, you want me Jimmy: you can regret that it's fake later Janis: Yeah, be one for the deathbed, that 🙄 Jimmy: I'll bring the orchestra in Janis: you'll be long gone Janis: 💔 can kill, you know Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: alright, Juliet, steady on Janis: 🥊 ain't pulling no Janis: you shoulda done more research, boyo Jimmy: Minerva's meant to be drinking the poison not you, love Jimmy: & absolutely not me Janis: ahh so it's true Janis: you DO pull that stunt on all the girls 😏 amateur Jimmy: call me an amateur after if you still think so Janis: happily Jimmy: Love you too, baby Janis: 🤢 Janis: blow your load that quick we're in real trouble Jimmy: what are you wearing today? Jimmy: 'cause unless you've got the leathers out Janis: 😂 kicking it old school sex hotline okay Janis: gym things, obviously Janis: men, never listen 😏 Jimmy: we're in no danger then Janis: 💔 Jimmy: 🎻 Janis: rude when i'm blowing off the gym juice boy for you Jimmy: if you want to bring him to CG to dangle in front of your enemy, go on Janis: Poor boy Janis: she has enough playthings without my help Jimmy: they'll both be gutted Jimmy: learn to share, Joni Janis: fuck off Janis: had a lifetime as is Jimmy: I ain't an only child Jimmy: you don't get no violin Janis: how many you got, 1, 2 Janis: and you ain't twins with the most annoying bitch in ireland, possibly the world Jimmy: take it up with your Irish catholic parents or whatever Jimmy: probably the pope Janis: how irish catholic do i look boy Jimmy: your ma looks it Jimmy: that'll do Janis: send her to the fucking laundries and bury us all in the mass grave Janis: good luck n all da Jimmy: cheery today you Janis: ain't my fault fallen women don't get you going Janis: what's wrong with you man Jimmy: if that's your #goal we are proper doomed Jimmy: couldn't be more turned off if I tried Janis: tell you ain't catholic Janis: love to hate the sin hatefuck the sinner baby, that's how we're rolling Jimmy: I'm not C of E never mind that Jimmy: there's no god under my roof, girl Jimmy: never been Janis: Lucky you Janis: we're not all #blessed Jimmy: 🎻 Jimmy: my dad will love to hear that we are, tah Janis: welcome Janis: way too soon to attempt impressing parents but clearly that overachiever Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: bring that enthusiasm to my counter, babe Janis: hot Jimmy: like you said, bar's low Janis: low enough you reckon i'm hopping my arse up on it for you, apparently Jimmy: why not? Janis: depends Janis: is it a challenge Jimmy: You gonna accept it if it is? Janis: Obviously Janis: 🥇 Jimmy: Go on then, thrill me, Justine Janis: Easy Jimmy: Easy for you to say now, yeah Janis: Easy for you to chat back now too Jimmy: I'll pretend to like it, difficult as that'll be Jimmy: So doesn't matter Janis: you need me, remember that Jimmy: I've not forgotten Jimmy: don't need to kiss your arse before you get here though Janis: no one's asking you to go that far, tah Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: well you never answered how far you DO want me to Janis: Don't be stupid Jimmy: Not #goals if you slap me in front of Mia, is it? Janis: Not for you anyway Jimmy: Draw me the line Jimmy: I won't cross it Jimmy: Not hard Janis: You're not thick, no sense doing anything more than what's appropriate for the audience, like Janis: why do I have to spell it out Jimmy: 'Cause you hate her Jimmy: So how much do you? Janis: How much do I hate her? Janis: That's a question and then some, like Jimmy: I can make it as hot and her as jealous as you want Jimmy: Like you said, not thick Janis: Yeah? Jimmy: Do the same for me if I ask Jimmy: & yeah Janis: Alright Jimmy: 👌 Janis: I'm here Janis: be hot Jimmy: 🔥🎆🚒 Janis: Oh my God, you actual loser 😏 Jimmy: don't call me a loser when I'm about to help you win Janis: okay okay, teamwork, yeah? Jimmy: I've been putting in work you ain't even asked for being 😍 at my phone this whole time so she knows its you Jimmy: pull your weight, dickhead Janis: admire the dedication Jimmy: match it then Janis: oi 💪 always Jimmy: 🥇 yeah? Janis: Too right Jimmy: 👍 Janis: [After] Janis: Is your phone blowing up too or am I just the un🍀 one? Jimmy: my co-workers are Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: you could be in with some of 'em now for real Janis: Good stuff, secondary goal achieved too Janis: Go us Jimmy: Mia's not gonna put us on blast like a new wave gossip girl, is she? Jimmy: Do without my sister seeing any of that Janis: I don't reckon she would, she shouldn't seem as invested as she is, not cool Janis: she's just shown her little mates, Grace included Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: keep your win without me whinging then Janis: Just get her done for making material with minors in if she does, problem solved 🤷 Janis: not taking my 🥇 Jimmy: we gonna cool things off for not looking to keen or go all in with first date bollocks? Janis: I mean, probably occupy their tiny minds for a bit but leave it too long and I go back to looking #desperate so Janis: still up for going ahead whenever you are Jimmy: day or two? Jimmy: made me want you for a bit but not too long Janis: Cool Janis: I'd buy it Jimmy: more like two and you can act like I'm blowing your phone up Jimmy: tilt your screen 🙄 Janis: For sure Janis: hmu with those 'wyd' texts Jimmy: & impressive selfies Jimmy: you ain't the only one capable Janis: mhmm show me what i'm missing 😏 Jimmy: 🤤 Jimmy: you ran off so quick we didn't take any coupley ones #rookie mistake Jimmy: remind me next time Janis: you know, own personal photographer and hater in one with mia Janis: even if she ain't thinking of my angles Jimmy: she didn't get mine either Jimmy: 💔 Janis: honestly, talk about distracted on the job Jimmy: some people, mate Jimmy: have you looked though? did the job for us Jimmy: & livened up her story Janis: Welcome, if I had to see another generic selfie from her 🔫 Janis: Who knew I was so popular? Jimmy: Me, that's why we're 💕 Janis: All part of the masterplan Janis: I'll skillfully ignore these DM requests, like Jimmy: we've made our point Jimmy: slide into as many DMs as you like, darling Janis: 👍 tah Janis: least let you get a date in, kinda the point Jimmy: point is, you're not gay & I'm not interested in what Mia & co are offering Jimmy: but I won't deprive you of a date now, that'd be so snide Janis: 🙄 gracious Jimmy: we don't have to sit through a whole shit film, do we? Jimmy: as long as we check in & our audience know we're there Janis: you gotta be home by 9 anyway so Jimmy: Mia's not gonna like turn up in shades to watch us in the back row now she'd had a glimpse Jimmy: 'Cause I wanna just eat Janis: Got enough wank bank material keep her going Janis: let's just eat then, I don't care, never nothing good on anyway Jimmy: where's good grub wise? I ain't been nowhere yet Janis: I know places, I'll pick somewhere actually decent, not just #goals Janis: just don't tell my Dad Jimmy: 😍😍😍 tah bae Jimmy: what's your dad gonna do if I chat to him about decent food? Janis: chat how his is better and no one needs a first date at their own dad's restaurant Janis: never mind a fake one Jimmy: 💔 gutted Jimmy: I could've made a 🔥 first impression for you, girl Janis: 😂 gone to your head, lad Janis: don't need to impress him, or any of 'em Jimmy: could though Jimmy: multi talented Jimmy joined the chat 7 hours ago Janis: and the oscar goes to Janis: keep your talents away from my fam, tah Jimmy: Alright, Jackie, you've got a deal Janis: careful, make a habit of it Jimmy: gotta for as long as you need me Janis: 💕 Jimmy: then I'll bin school off & go hollywood 😎 Janis: See no flaws in the plan Janis: big enough town I can go too and blank ya or? Janis: any out, like Jimmy: I'm no expert but I'd guess yeah Janis: Did you just admit you don't know everything? Janis: Omg, definitely isn't you Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: You're the one who tries to chat that you do Janis: I don't try, I just do, babe Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: We were having a moment plotting our new life & you had to be a dickhead Jimmy: ruin everything you Janis: You have to warn me when we're having moments Janis: I wasn't on, God Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: Used it all up for Mia Janis: real love of my life, naturally 😒 Jimmy: You crush me, Josie Janis: I know, I know Janis: I did warn you Jimmy: Make it up to me by naming a decent pub Jimmy: I need somewhere to go after work Janis: Whelan's is a decent shout Jimmy: 👍 Janis: for your vibe Janis: lots of leather, lots of indie but the craic is actually decent and it ain't tourist hell so Jimmy: I'll let you know if you're right Jimmy: know you can't wait to find out Janis: Hanging on the phone, like 🖕 Jimmy: If I find any girls irresistible I'll keep it off the 'gram, don't worry Janis: 👍 Jimmy: this shift is dragging after Mia gate Jimmy: if I text her will she come back? Janis: You mean they're ripping the piss too hard Janis: Obviously she would but can you not Jimmy: leave it out Jimmy: I've handled worse from you Janis: Brave boy Jimmy: Don't join in Jimmy: not an invite Janis: alright alright Janis: is the fit one invited whelan's with you or nah? i need to know if he's got enough bants or what Jimmy: weren't planning on inviting any of 'em soz to 💔 Janis: least i know he's free Jimmy: keep winning today Jimmy: you're welcome, babe Janis: You know Janis: couldn't have done it without you Jimmy: coulda asked your fave barista Jimmy: next time he'll be well ready to take you up on it Janis: not got a dealwith him, have i Jimmy: wouldn't be hard to make one Jimmy: you've got his attention & I can give you his details Janis: don't be a dick Jimmy: What? Janis: Not fir hire Janis: I'm helping you out because you're helping me out, that's it Janis: it ain't that Jimmy: If you like him, get with him Janis: Maybe I will but don't concern yourself with the set-up Jimmy: I'm helping you out 'cause you helped me out, that's it Janis: Well don't Jimmy: Alright Janis: Have a good night 👍 Jimmy: 👌 Janis: [sends restaurant deets] Janis: shall I book this or not? Jimmy: Yeah Jimmy: I'm working 'til 6 but I'll get ready here & come straight to get you Janis: K Janis: See you then then, just bring your selfie A game Jimmy: just get my good side Janis: 📸 or 👊? Jimmy: depends what mood you're in, Jill Jimmy: guess we'll find out Janis: depends on how much of a pain in my are you plan on being Jimmy: depends what kind of day I've had Jimmy: & how much of a dickhead you plan on being Janis: isn't that just my natural state of being Jimmy: when you're chatting yeah Janis: Backatcha Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: better at not Jimmy: but don't need to tell you that after earlier Janis: shame, really Jimmy: why? Janis: That we have to talk to make this thing believable Janis: trust, I'd rather just the other too Jimmy: I can piss off Jimmy: it's believable now Jimmy: don't have to keep chatting away Janis: You said you'd make me look good, and I so do not right now, so you can't get out of it yet Jimmy: I made you look great Jimmy: rewatch the story Jimmy: & what I'm chatting is, some couples barely do, so we don't have to Janis: other lads who want the same, i grant you but you miss all the comments calling me a slag or what Janis: obvs, i ain't trying to keep you Jimmy: I'll follow through, we've got a deal Jimmy: but you don't have to have me as your specialist subject on a quiz show Janis: piss off Janis: i ain't them or tryna be so don't play like i am Jimmy: Ask me what you need & then we don't have to talk for ages Jimmy: job done Janis: I have, where's the bit where I'm asking you 'bout the weather? Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: Jesus Jimmy: he don't exist to me, remember? Jimmy: you gotta listen if you wanna keep this believable, girl Janis: not my specialist  subject, babe Jimmy: 💔 Janis: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 Jimmy: lovely you are Jimmy: remind me to take you home to meet the parents ASAP Janis: yeah thank fuck it ain't real, right Jimmy: if it were I wouldn't offer Janis: if you're trying to put me off, I already know you're a dick Janis: it's not necessary Jimmy: trying to put them off Jimmy: one dinner with you & I wouldn't have to be at the next however many Jimmy: 👍 Janis: 💔 too bad that ain't part of the deal then Jimmy: could be? Jimmy: You agreed to go all in for me when I asked Jimmy: like I did for you with Mia Janis: Ha, you wanna live to regret it just name the time, mate Jimmy: I'll let you know when the next family dinner is Jimmy: My dad's due a new girlfriend about now Janis: I'll do my best not to seduce her Jimmy: Don't let me stop you Jimmy: 'ave your fun while you can, he don't keep 'em long Janis: Gutting, no doubt Jimmy: for who? Jimmy: don't reckon anyone's 💔 Janis: Yeah, I gathered Janis: well not really a sloppy seconds kinda girl but if there's no love lost and that's what you want, like Janis: done is done Jimmy: 💕 last great romantic you Janis: Let it be known Jimmy: hang on, I'll tweet it Janis: 😏 as far as subtweets go, I'm getting worse, babe Jimmy: 🎻 Janis: Just saying, up your game, boy Jimmy: What you want me to do, tweet you a nude? Jimmy: Calm down, Jen Janis: I know even you ain't that cocky, no pun intended, new boy Jimmy: Nah? Janis: Nah, all chat Janis: like I said, sad, really 😥 Jimmy: Hold on, the lighting in here is shit Janis: 😂 #priorities Jimmy: [tweets it 'cos I'll never actually find one] Janis: as if you actually did that Jimmy: when I get snatched by a man with a van full of sweets, on your head Janis: 💔 i'll use that picture on the posters, like Jimmy: edit the lighting tah Jimmy: still shit Janis: you tryna be an insta model or what, mate Jimmy: could be Jimmy: you ain't paying me for my time, rich girl Janis: those skinny tea #ads will be coming in no time Jimmy: 💔 locked out of my account so I'll never know what my Juliet tweeted me back Jimmy: 🎻🎻�� Janis: not a nude back so you ain't missing anything good Jimmy: course of true love & all that Jimmy: still gutted Janis: I'll compile screenshots of the most blatant thirsty hoes, can go over 'em on our date Janis: don't say I never do nothing for you Jimmy: 😍😍😍 Jimmy: making me fall hard for you, babe Janis: I know, gift and a curse, truly Jimmy: its the gym clothes Jimmy: could've warned me Janis: 😏 you never seen a bitch in a sports bra Jimmy: nah Jimmy: its too cold up north for owt like that Janis: 😂 running in all your layers Jimmy: spot on Janis: know it's grim but the sweat would be no joke Janis: dirrrrrty Jimmy: I ain't a runner & I don't know any Jimmy: take your word, mate Jimmy: kills me getting the dog out Janis: all them 🚬 Janis: not a stalker, 'fore you start Janis: tasted 'em second-hand, bit rude Jimmy: 💀💀💀💀 Jimmy: if you get cancer of the 👅 bill me for your medical Janis: 💕 true love Janis: resisted the urge to tell a rich bitch to pay for her own if she hates dying so much and everything, so proud Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: one make out sesh & I'm a changed man, baby #your influence Janis: so gonna quote that on twitter, really shame you now you ain't about to stop me 😈 Jimmy: 'ave at it Jimmy: gimme more warning next time & 🚭 for real though Janis: Better than teacher coffee breath, which is what I was mentally preparing for tbh Jimmy: brutal Jimmy: actually 💔 me now Janis: It's good Janis: you ain't as much of a filthy hipster as I reckoned Jimmy: On the level, Janet, I don't like coffee Jimmy: just need it sometimes 😫 Jimmy: kinda like you & I Janis: No judgment, boy Janis: all got our vices but at the price CG is selling, you'd be better off getting proper amphetamines Jimmy: staff discount is mint Jimmy: but tah for the concern Janis: that's me Janis: lovely Jimmy: had 'em as a kid anyway before I outgrew it Jimmy: nowt to shout 'bout Janis: Good to know you ain't that kinda #cringe Jimmy: what kind? Janis: the 'thinks getting off his face is a personality trait' kind Janis: do what you gotta but don't be tryna act like it should wow me, you know Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: my ex was a bit of that, in the end Janis: yeah, lots are, all fun and games 'til it ain't then it's like a constant fucking comedown or they can't hack it Jimmy: nothing close to fun & games up north, mate, only grim, remember? 🎻🎻🎻 Jimmy: anyway she's got a kid now so clean up or fuck up Janis: 😬 Oosh Janis: you're not a runaway baby daddy, are you Jimmy: nah Janis: 🍀 Jimmy: friend of her dad's, I think Janis: Nice Janis: not gross at all, sir Jimmy: Like I said, grim Janis: not any better here let's be real Janis: not all little gingers and pots of gold Jimmy: don't tell my dad he moved us here 🤞 Jimmy: and so I wouldn't gatecrash her wedding & offer to raise her kid but neither here nor there Janis: 🤐 Janis: gutting, i doubt her dad's mate is minted or hot Jimmy: he ain't Jimmy: he's 45, works in a factory, smokes more and gyms less than me Jimmy: but my dad is 'bout a year behind the times Jimmy: too late for my objections 💔 Janis: oh girl, no Janis: tragedy all 'round Jimmy: she's on my friend's list if you wanna give her the orchestra Janis: don't worry, entertained enough by my fans rn Janis: don't need to passive-aggressively ruin the poor bitch for the lols Jimmy: so sad to be missing out Janis: you're sorely missed, i promise you Janis: not by me, obvs but you know Jimmy: who by? Jimmy: can't fake it forever, can I? Jimmy: gotta get a real girl one day Janis: You can't wait 'til the date for the list I ALREADY promised yas? Jimmy: I told you this shift is dragging it's arse, Judith Janis: you got tinder downloaded? no doubt sly bitches are swarming already Jimmy: nah but probably should Jimmy: if its that or tell you more of my origin story Janis: I ain't asking, batman, chill out Jimmy: but I'm chatting Jimmy: fuck knows why I've said what I've already said Janis: don't matter, who am I telling? Jimmy: twitter for all I know Janis: nah Janis: give me some credit Janis: not funny, for starters, like Jimmy: story of my life Jimmy: there's a joke in there somewhere Janis: 🎻 Janis: they ain't ready for the inside joke that is Jimmy: I'm still not inviting any other dickheads but come for a drink tonight if you want Janis: Alright Janis: devvo all my besties ain't gona be there but you'll do Jimmy: you can bring whoever I'm just saying I ain't Janis: I'm good Janis: not dealing with the disappointment when he realizes it ain't a threesome with ya Jimmy: #my influence Janis: Truly, babe Janis: with bad lighting and all 🔥 Jimmy: I could've done better but you put me on the spot Janis: 😂 it's alright, couldn't see it, you don't have to hit me with performance excuses yet Jimmy: or ever Jimmy: you're faking it & telling me you are Jimmy: #goals Janis: so much easier Jimmy: so convincing earlier I'm wondering if my ex ever wanted to kiss me 💔🎻💔 Janis: leave it a few 'til you ring her asking Janis: least you can be/pretend to be pissed Jimmy: don't wanna know Janis: unless her type is exclusively really undesirable old blokes Janis: you're fine Jimmy: maybe it is & you're being catfished Jimmy: look like a teen, am in my 40s Janis: I mean, I'm good, I'll call the garda and get mad sympathy and compensation Janis: can't lose, baby Jimmy: stick with me, Janine Janis: why not Jimmy: you don't even have to kiss me tonight Jimmy: wins keep coming Janis: 🍀 Janis: born with it Jimmy: maybe its leprechauns Janis: 😂 Jimmy: if you're Irish why are you so tall? Jimmy: shatters my illusions Janis: Half Brazilian too, and quarter plain old English scum Jimmy: you're a smoothie of a girl Jimmy: lovely Janis: Steady on 😬 call me exotic and stick me on the menu whilst you're at it Jimmy: be better than what's on Jimmy: you taste better than you chat Janis: ha Janis: dread to think how we're representing english in a smoothie...like, blended fry-up or what? Jimmy: tea? Janis: You know I'm actually Scouse with it so maybe you just wanna chop me up and use my blood, like Janis: 😬 #awks Jimmy: Yeah? Jimmy: must be why we have such an affinity Janis: that what we're calling it? 😏 Jimmy: what do you wanna label it? Jimmy: fake chemistry? Janis: Famistry sounds ridiculous Janis: serious suggestions only please Jimmy: sounds like we're gonna do blood tests & tell people their family trees Janis: 💸 Janis: only if i can tell people they're adopted or their uncle is their dad Janis: spice things up Jimmy: only if I can make a smoothie to represent them at the end Janis: 🎨 #artiste Jimmy: fuck mia, if I text you will you come back Jimmy: bored Janis: really? you let me get home before deciding this? 🙄 Janis: and you've sent me/twitter the nude already, how mind-blowing is this text gonna be, like 😏 Jimmy: is that a challenge or a flat out nah Janis: When you working 'til, like 6? Jimmy: Yep Janis: if we're going pub after anyway, guess I could come that bit earlier, what's it matter, like Janis: go forth and text impress, boy Jimmy: walk me, you romantic Jimmy: 💕 Janis: real old school Janis: you want flowers so you can really make all the other lads jealous or what Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: with this hayfever? you're alright Janis: 😍 sexy Janis: can't hack a bit of pollen, love that for you Jimmy: piss off Janis: 😂 Janis: poor boy, stick to getting the pints in, yeah? Jimmy: it's my #excuse for the fans for why you ain't getting no 🎕 Jimmy: & yeah Janis: literally what are you meant to do with 'em anyway Janis: waste Jimmy: watch 'em die Jimmy: like the feelings you caught for the wrong bae Janis: deep 🚬 Jimmy: gonna be a twitter poet if I ever get my account back Janis: i can see it Janis: gonna have to chuck you before then Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: [okay but sends her a really hot sext cos challenge accepted from a moment ago but I can't write it cos I'm me, myself & I so imagine] Jimmy: Screenshot that for me 'til then Janis: 😳 Janis: You want me to get suspended for your filth too? Jimmy: censor it if you must Janis: you can't censor #art babe Jimmy: 💕 Janis: Done Jimmy: with me or my artistic flair? Janis: I screenshotted it Jimmy: I wasn't serious Jimmy: but join me on the ban list I guess Janis: I'll delete it Janis: I did some generous cropping anyway Jimmy: leave it Jimmy: don't wanna look like you regret your choices Jimmy: not #goals Janis: soz Jimmy: nah you're not Janis: i mean, again warn a bitch when it's a joke, yeah Jimmy: I sound good what do I care? Janis: exactly, nothing but favours Jimmy: for you too Jimmy: not gonna look desperate waiting on that date now, are you? Janis: you want a thank you or? Jimmy: I want a fucking drink but I'm too keen Jimmy: not time yet Janis: 'less you're buzzing for another smoothie Jimmy: tasted enough of yours tah Janis: no room to complain Janis: you made it, ash tray Jimmy: I wasn't Jimmy: calm down, rich girl, you're supposed to be nice to your servers now Janis: You reckon I ain't been nice enough to you for one day? Jimmy: depends Jimmy: If I say nah are you gonna be nicer or meaner? Janis: See how I'm feeling, I guess Janis: and how much of a dickhead you're being 😜 Jimmy: 💔 deep wounds Jimmy: you've got the wrong fake boyfriend 'cause I would obviously not act like that towards you, Judy Janis: 😏 my mistake Janis: jog my memory, which one are you then? Jimmy: northern prince charming 💕 Jimmy: gets banned from twitter for you, makes you personalised drinks, hates the same people you hate Janis: Ahh, him Jimmy: what do you drink anyway? feel like I should know even if this round's off the 'gram Janis: Have whatever you're having Janis: not tryna be that easy but I don't drink often enough to be arsed Janis: don't feel special, like Jimmy: Actually so romantic though 😍 Janis: 🖕 shh Jimmy: it's pints either lager, ales or snakebite/snakebite & black Jimmy: I'll let you pick 'cause I am too Janis: twitter feed been knew and blessed, babe Janis: go 🐍 Janis: seems fitting Jimmy: how did you guess I saved the best for last? Janis: The affinity, obviously Jimmy: don't feel special but you're less of a dickhead today Janis: This is like the second time you've spoke to me, judgy cunt 😂 Jimmy: I've had a month of silent judgement going Janis: Well, how can I not feel special now, eh Jimmy: on everyone not just you Jimmy: but yeah if I'd known all I had to do was stage an elaborate fake kiss to make you specifically less annoying then Janis: spoilsport Janis: 😑 Jimmy: I know 💔 Janis: Something like that Janis: twat Jimmy: What? Jimmy: I was giving you a real compliment Janis: Yeah yeah Janis: save it for the 'gram lover boy Jimmy: 😭 Janis: need a drink in you immediately Janis: soft cunt Jimmy: immediately after I get changed out of this uniform 💔 for you Janis: i ain't complaining Janis: EXACTLY what we mean when we say love a man in uniform, right ladies 😍 Jimmy: it gets you going, I felt it Jimmy: or you wanna admit to that just being me? 💕 Janis: nah Janis: 100% the apron and promise of the decent discount Jimmy: Knew it Janis: should be glad, like Jimmy: why? Janis: don't want me falling for you, nightmare Jimmy: better than your sister Jimmy: marginally Jimmy: or are you an entirely different girl when it's real 💘? Janis: fuck you fucking marginally, you can say no tah without associating me with her Janis: guess we'll never know Janis: 💔 tragedy Jimmy: not directly Jimmy: I'm sure I'll see it on the 'gram when you're doing this all for real Janis: knew it Janis: #stalkeebecomesthestalker Jimmy: it's my destiny Jimmy: obsessed with you, Juliet Janis: One fake kiss and it's a done deal Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: gift and curse Janis: will be more careful next time i fake date, tah for the experience, like Jimmy: 👍 Janis: Apparently they're having an emergency sleepover at ours tonight... Janis: my sister fully wants me dead, bye 😂 Jimmy: do you have somewhere else you can sleep or is it a one eye open job? Janis: I'll go to my Grandparents Janis: don't need to wake up to them in my face ready to sacrifice me or whatever nah Jimmy: We could say we're having our own emergency sleepover Jimmy: really put the nail in your coffin Janis: 😂 Janis: amazing Jimmy: what's more goals than sleeping with you and still taking you out to dinner, yeah? Jimmy: You're a really good lay, have a steak 😍 you know Janis: you've got a point Janis: beats a text back, like Jimmy: I often do, dickhead, catch up Jimmy: you can stay here if you think it'll get back to the oracle that you weren't Jimmy: here being my house not this 2nd home, don't sleep at the CG, I would be sacked Janis: 🖕 Firstly Janis: Secondly, probably for the best or we'll have start faking the noises and I don't trust them to not wanna go whole hog and watch Janis: the one with the bog eye gonna put me off Janis: soz hun Janis: lastly it's really fucked with my fantasy that you don't tbh, least keep the little hat on Jimmy: my room's a box, that gonna be a problem for you, rich girl? Janis: I'm an actual basement dweller, it's fine Jimmy: My dad is Jimmy: you'll get on like a house on 🔥 Janis: do my best to avoid him even if the walk of shame is fake, he's not gonna know that Jimmy: might fall for him, have a baby & get married Jimmy: happens more than you'd reckon Janis: 🤢 Janis: not my speed Janis: no offense old man Jimmy: for the best, I look nothing like him Jimmy: & I'm your type so Janis: Obviously Jimmy: I'll be in with my brother, knock on the wall if you need owt Jimmy: another fake kiss, a twitter ban, whatever Janis: 🙄 Clearly you don't me but I trust you to control yourself, you know Janis: don't need to exile yourself on my behalf, like Jimmy: If I don't it'll be three in a bed Jimmy: you don't want that Janis: Ah right, fair play Janis: thought the poor bastard might be like 12 or whatever and like piss off jim Jimmy: my sister is Jimmy: ignore her, she'll fuck you up 🥊 Janis: Noted 😏 Jimmy: could be gay & fall in love with you Jimmy: #awkward Janis: I'll calm down how hot I am Janis: apart from that, just a rabid dog too, yeah? Jimmy: It'd be a way to find out 'cause she's never said but probably best if you look as ugly as possible Jimmy: for all our sakes Jimmy: & its only a puppy, you'll survive Janis: Outing your sister is deffo not part of the deal, no Janis: I'm great with dogs Jimmy: Yeah? Take it with you Jimmy: None of us want it Janis: Awh don't be horrible Jimmy: I'm not Jimmy: we don't Janis: um why'd you get it Jimmy: guilt gift for moving to a new country when its not even the start of the school year Jimmy: we weren't asked, I'd have voted for a better telly or summat Janis: ahh, the infinite wisdom of parents Janis: what you need is more pressure and responsibility at a time like that, for sure Jimmy: probably ask my sister if you're taking it & not her off into the sunset too Jimmy: she hates it least Janis: I would but we're not allowed dogs Janis: Mum's a mad cat lady Janis: probably just needs a bit of training, that's all, it'll be more bearable then Jimmy: 💔 gutted for myself more than you Janis: I'll show you how it's done Janis: My Grandparents have a dog and it was lowkey feral before I started Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: before or after you fake seduce me Janis: Hmm, it's hardly foreplay but the first thing I wanna do after a ride is not go to the park, like Janis: save it for another day, boy Janis: so keen Jimmy: busy night this Jimmy: all I'm thinking Janis: 😏 If you can't keep up say now baby Jimmy: piss off Janis: 😂 disappoint me later, fine Jimmy: fake disappointment won't hurt Janis: had worse Jimmy: me too Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Janis: duet Janis: lovely Jimmy: this might be too much to ask but as far as my sister goes, we're dating for real, alright Jimmy: my brother too if he speaks to you but unlikely Janis: yeah, 'course, I get it Janis: they don't need to know and you don't want them too Janis: if mine knew any boundaries I'd be the same Jimmy: tah Jimmy: they should be asleep when we get back from the pub 🤞 Jimmy: but I know better Janis: 👍 Janis: capable of not being a dick when required, honest Jimmy: disappoint me later, fine 😂 Janis: cheek Janis: i can be a dick to you all i like Janis: not actual innocent children Jimmy: You can be a dick to my dad too, as much as you like Jimmy: I encourage it Janis: Good to know Janis: like you reckoned, doubt I'm a parent pleaser Jimmy: He won't be nice to you so don't be 💔 'bout not winning him 'round Janis: s'alright, even if you gotta tell your sister we're actually dating, not like I expect your Da to buy it Jimmy: it's 'cause he'll buy it that he won't Jimmy: He's the only one allowed to look for happiness in the arms of whoever Janis: I feel you Janis: and I'm offering neither, such a shame, coulda been such good mates Jimmy: gotta get this orchestra on wheels Jimmy: me arms are tired from the in & out Janis: 😒 stamina who Jimmy: piss off Jimmy: so worried 'bout my fake stamina Jimmy: I can go all night when I'm pretending, babe Janis: 😂 whatta claim Jimmy: how do you wanna out us to the world though? Jimmy: play coy like we were pretending we didn't but still got caught or be brazen about me fake rocking your world? Janis: I don't think coy is gonna look very real after all this Janis: not saying we need to announce it to the whole world but you know Jimmy: so pub pics & morning after? Jimmy: let them do the work Janis: Exactly Jimmy: walk this fucking dog with me Jimmy: if that ain't #goals it should be so I don't have to do it Janis: it's a puppy, bitches loves puppies Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: don't know if she'd fit in a handbag Janis: do I look like I'm bringing a handbag Jimmy: just saying fuck knows if she's #goals Jimmy: too late to swap her if she ain't Janis: send me a pic Janis: you must have one Jimmy: on my phone Jimmy: why? Jimmy: hang on, maybe if one of us is also in it Janis: 💔🐶 Jimmy: [sends a pic of Twix and Bobby 'cause it'd show how old he is & how that don't add up to his behavior as has been mentioned so Janis like hmmm] Janis: Adorable Janis: Can work with that Jimmy: 👍 Janis: you want me to come in or meet you there Janis: just got into town Jimmy: meet me there, your fave barista's gone home already Janis: you don't even know which one I think is fit Janis: shameless Jimmy: Yeah I do Janis: if you say you I swear down Jimmy: 😂 Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: for real though Jimmy: its Pete Janis: Which one is that? I've not read all your nametags and you swap 'em anyways #bants Jimmy: not knowing names is my thing Jimmy: try again Janis: 😒 really Jimmy: Am I right or not? Jimmy: nowt hard about the question Janis: Why's it even matter Janis: shut up Jimmy: if it don't, answer it Jimmy: you're making it more of a thing Janis: you're the one banging on about it still Jimmy: come on, Janis Janis: Fine, it's him Janis: not like that's a declaration of love Jimmy: you're not the only one who can screenshot Jimmy: can be if needs Janis: die literally Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: love you too Janis: 🖕 Janis: what was i meant to do whilst i was hanging around the other day, like Janis: rank the shitty drinks or what Jimmy: lust after pete was the only idea that landed 👌 Janis: actual idiot Jimmy: now I know I can be more like him, make things easier for you to fake Jimmy: actual idiot is top one Janis: remind me never to tell you anything ever again 😑 Jimmy: bit snide when you know loads bout me now but alright Jimmy: 👍 Janis: If you wanna know anything actual, just ask Janis: you coming out with bait questions like which barista is the least offensive on the eyes so Jimmy: whatever, I don't Janis: 👍 Jimmy: Just be better at my angles than Mia Jimmy: 'cause I'm on route Janis: like it's hard Jimmy: after that 🥇 all times you Jimmy: I remember Janis: ain't offering a reminder, so good Jimmy: 💔💔💔💔 Jimmy: don't change your mind when you see how I look #awks Janis: 🙄 Please Jimmy: #pete who Janis: 💀kill me now Jimmy: if you die now you can't go to heaven by calling me pete when we fake fuck? 🎻 hang on in there, baby Janis: Literally gonna leave if you don't shut it Jimmy: tragedy Jimmy: I'm not gonna keep you against your will, not what this is Janis: getting a round out of you first, you invited me Jimmy: you can uninvite me or yourself any time Janis: behave Jimmy: 💔 too late Janis: Come on Jimmy: I don't run, I told you Jimmy: going as fast as I can Janis: the real tragedy Jimmy: not gonna make me learn the violin for real but 👌 Janis: least you don't need lungs for it Janis: fucked if you were planning to take up the sax Jimmy: #savage Janis: true though Janis: deal with it, baby Jimmy: funnily enough my life aint destroyed by a lack of sax Jimmy: change a letter & maybe Janis: alright, dad Janis: such jokes Jimmy: 😎 Jimmy: get what you pay for, rich girl Jimmy: this is my lowest tier banter like Janis: feel sorry for the poor bitches doing it just 'cos then Janis: fuck me Jimmy: start a # Jimmy: you love 'em Janis: obvs Janis: any cause Jimmy: raise enough, rehome my dog Janis: actually gonna have to call animal welfare ain't I Jimmy: yeah go on Janis: don't be heartless Janis: could get given to someone worse Jimmy: 😂 Janis: 💔 Jimmy: could get eaten by leprechauns Jimmy: cheer up, Jasmine Janis: say you love her, like Janis: go on Jimmy: why do you want me to lie to you? Jimmy: we at that stage already? Janis: yeah Janis: clearly Janis: make me feel so much better and really what's important here? Jimmy: I 💘🐶 Jimmy: screenshot it if you want Janis: Good enough Janis: and not gonna make a habit of it Jimmy: which bit, asking me to lie or taking screenshots? Janis: I meant the screenshots but I'll think about the lying Janis: Hmm Jimmy: I'm not really gonna dob you into Pete Janis: Duh, you've got nothing to say Jimmy: Bollocks Jimmy: but I don't wanna talk to him Jimmy: keep your sacred tools Janis: Me either Janis: shatter the illusion Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: I know what you wanna do Janis: ew Janis: i said he was fit not that Jimmy: ⬆ standards, right Janis: fuck off Jimmy: alright Jimmy: not through the doors yet so easy Janis: don't be dramatic Janis: just stop talking about him i ain't interested Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: what Jimmy: nowt Janis: alright Jimmy: 🚬 Jimmy: you coming out or staying in? Janis: gonna twos it Jimmy: is that a question or #couple goals Janis: a question, i don't think anyone's glamourized smoking in about 100 years Jimmy: I can Jimmy: If you want Janis: Yeah Janis: Go on then Jimmy: 👍

[vandalsandvagrants]

Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God.

Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, she'd experienced so much in life and had entered the Order full of confidence. She had felt certain that holy orders were for her. Having had an active life, she'd felt ready to give up many worldly pleasures and devote herself to the needs of others. Claire had never been concerned that her life would be one of constant sacrifices.

Sister Claire had a problem. She suffered from unclean thoughts. She'd had those since she was a teenager. She had taken several boyfriends, juvenile flings she thought, and her "fooling around" had never led to anything much. Then she had given up her virginity while a university student. There was no regret on that score – Claire had carefully chosen the man she fucked that night and she thought of the experience as a valuable "life lesson". There had been some feelings of guilt but she'd enjoyed the experience and, she told herself, it made her a more "rounded" woman. A drunken night had followed and Claire had somehow found herself in bed with two boys in a performance of experimentation. The pregnancy scare she'd endured was only part of the cause of her feelings of shame and remorse.

The Order of the Mount told all its members they should remain chaste. That was not the main reason Claire had been so keen on joining the nuns, though it did help. She did hope to rid herself of unclean thoughts – thoughts that she had acted on in her younger years, that she'd later confessed and repented. Surrounded by peers who likewise had relinquished "pleasures of the flesh", Claire had been happy to leave such thoughts behind and to embrace her new life.

The thoughts had stopped – for a year or so after taking her vows. Then she had struggled with them for a time. She did her best to suppress those thoughts and the memories of sharing flesh (and more) with sexy bodies and horny minds. Then there had been dreams of virile young men pursuing her with their erect cocks. She'd been horny for a long time and finally had succumbed, playing with herself in the dark. She dreaded the thought that her colleagues would discover her but Claire felt as if masturbation kept her sane.

Claire did not want to leave the Order. More than anything she felt committed to her work and helping those who needed it most. Finally, feeling weak and embarrassed she had sought help. A confession to Father John had been a call for help. Later, she wondered how things would have turned out if she'd simply kept her sins to herself.

"You need to discuss this with Sister Teresa. She is your supervisor," had been the kind but blunt response from Father John. Claire had considered that but she'd been afraid. She truly did not want to the leave the Order but if she told Teresa it seemed certain she'd be admonished and probably be threatened with dismissal. Claire didn't want that and so she'd gone to Father John seeking assistance with her sinful thoughts. But now she had to admit her failings to Sister Teresa.

John was left smiling after their meeting. Somehow there was always a new nun in the Order who found her sexual urges too great to resist. It was human, of course, but it ensures a fresh supply of new meat. Because Father John had aligned himself to the Order of the Mount after he'd been introduce to its secretive inner workings. The Order had a way of dealing with nuns like Sister Claire who were on the verge of succumbing to their sexual needs.

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Claire's meeting with her supervisor did not go at all as she had expected. It turned out that Father John had briefed Teresa on "the problem" and Claire had been taken aback to find her supervisor so ready to discuss the matter. In fact, Sister Teresa had been vey understanding, even sympathetic. There was no sign of shock – as Teresa explained, it was not uncommon for women of her age to sometimes have such thoughts. "The more important thing," said Teresa, "Is what you are going to do about them." Claire had agreed. Though it had seemed bizarre to Claire that she'd been asked so many questions about her sexual past – how many boys had she slept with, her age when she'd lost her virginity, did she like their cocks, was she at all interested in women?

"Come back and see me in a couple of days," Teresa had advised. "We'll talk about it some more and I might have a suggestion to help you." Clair had given profuse thanks for the offer of help. The trouble was that her conversation with Sister Teresa had left her more aroused than before. Looking forward to being shown a path to redemption, Claire succumbed again to her sinful thoughts and masturbated furiously for the next two nights. Then she returned to her supervisor's office

"Have you been masturbating?" was the first question from Teresa. Shocked, mortified, Claire had nodded and confessed she'd suffered still more of those sinful thoughts. "I just could not help myself Sister," she had muttered.

"Its not quite the problem you think it is," the supervisor assured her. "Its normal and human to have sexual feelings and to have those sort of thoughts."

"But not as nuns," protested Claire. "We have our vows and they say our devotion to God and our good works must come first. We should deny ourselves those pleasures of the flesh."

Teresa had laughed at that and began to give her younger charge a lesson in the history of the Oder of the Mount – the true history. "The common story we tell is that our order was founded to give refuge to 'fallen women'. You know the type I mean?" Claire nodded – that version of history was given to every novice. It explained why the Order of the Mount devoted itself to "good works" as a kind of redemption. But, as Teresa explained, that was not quite right.

"The truth is that, some centuries in the past, there were a number of women living in a rural area. They were highly-sexed. You might even say they were nymphomaniacs. Nowadays they'd be called 'sluts'. And some of the priests in that region had become accustomed to providing those woman with a certain kind of relief."

"You mean the priests took advantage of those women?"

"Sort of," came the reply from Teresa. "Those priests were lonely men who found it easier to endure their rural postings when they had some extra perks. And these were women who really had no other way to deal with their inner demons than to provide a sexual service."

"I don't understand," Claire had said. "You mean..."

Teresa went on with the secret version of history. Their Order had been created with the primary aim of ensuring that these secret perversions remained hidden. The cover of "good works" had easily convinced the doubters that such women could be turned to an alternate path. This arrangement had the benefit of protecting the woman who, over time, had attracted the predations of other men who'd come searching for these notoriously horny women. As the years passed, the Order of the Mount had grown into a secret society for sexual freedom. Its secrets were known only to those admitted to the inner circle. Despite Claire's protestation, Teresa knew it all to be true. She'd seen the original records and knew that several of the nuns had fallen pregnant, including two who delivered children from the same bishop.

Claire still struggled to understand what she was being told. "Well that was in the past, I understand that. But now, my problem ...what do I do?"

"We don't want to lose you from our Order. We take seriously our commitment to doing good for the vulnerable and for lost souls. You are very good at that work and one day soon you stand to be promoted."

"But I don't understand..."

"You don't need to deny your inner self. It is not necessary to keep struggling against what you call 'unclean thoughts'. Father John and I have discussed your case. We want to offer you the chance to join the inner sanctum of our Order. We want you to join us and serve God not only as a nun who serves the needy but as a woman who can embrace the sexual gifts given to us by God."

"What are you saying, Sister Teresa? Are you saying I can have sex?" The penny was dropping for Claire.

"If you want to, yes," came the answer with a lascivious smile. Claire was pretty and her small breasts looked nicely pert underneath her official blouse. Teresa knew she'd be a welcome addition to their inner "sex circle".

"You mean... have sex with people like Father John." Claire was horrified and excited in equal measure. The priest was a handsome man and she'd had to force herself not to fantasise about him.

"Not just Father John. I had a visit just now from Father Peter. Come and see."

Claire's head was spinning. She still did not believe what she was hearing. Something in her head told her there was some terrible mistake and she had totally misunderstood what he supervisor was saying. But Teresa was beckoning to her and Claire stood and moved around the desk. There she saw Sister Teresa with her skirt hiked up high and her slender legs spread wide.

Claire noticed three things immediately. Sister Teresa shaved her cunt. Sister Teresa wore a lacy G-sting. There was something leaking from Sister Teresa's cunt, something shiny and runny and it looked like semen. Claire clasped both hands over her mouth to stifle the cry of horror.

*************

Claire had a meeting with Father John that afternoon. She was still in a daze. She was certain that something was very wrong. How could her supervisor, Sister Teresa, suggest she have sex – and with a priest? Teresa had seemed to suggest that she was fucking at least one of them. That was credible since the older woman was very attractive and had a great pair of legs. There was no avoiding the fact Teresa had great large breasts. Thinking about it only Claire feel even more horny. Plus she was desperate not to leave the Order. Perhaps the meeting with Father John would sort things out, clarify what was expected of her.

She entered his office and received his usual warm smile. There was a feeling of safety. She could rely on Father John to help her. He wanted to help her.

"We want you to stay in the Order of the Mount," he was saying to her. "Your work is so valuable and so helpful to the community. So Teresa and I have discussed it. We think we have the perfect way for you to deal with your sins and to continue your work."

"But Father, Teresa is suggesting I should have sex. Have sex with priests." She meant Father John but could not bring herself to say that aloud. The same idea occurred to the priest. He liked the look of this nun – she was about average height, with lovely brown eyes, short brown hair and she seemed to have a nice shape under her uniform. He liked her freckles and thought her quite pretty.

"Its entirely your decision. We force no-one." He was remarkably calm though trying his best to suppress a wicked grin.

"But its a sin Father. A terrible sin."

Father John was rising from his chair. He'd been briefed by Teresa on the details of Claire's sexual history and the kind of thoughts she was having. Despite her vows the younger nun was a woman and she still had strong feelings about men and their bodies. Father John was pulling his cassock to one side and Claire could see his hand on his zipper. "I understand your feelings Sister. And no-one will force you to go against your own mind." He was pulling his cock from his trousers. "But how can you call this a sin?"

Claire saw the beautiful cock, thick and covered in dark veins. It was already half erect. She had missed men. She had missed their cocks. She had missed that kind of intimacy. Father John was saying it was OK to be horny. Sister Teresa was saying sluts were welcomed into their Order.

The priest's voice was warm and reassuring. "Sometimes we can think of this as a form of service. Sex is a gift from God." John was beside her now, his cock fully exposed. Claire took one more look at Father John and felt utterly helpless. Something was telling her this was an awful sin but her mind was lost in a haze of desire. She felt her body moving, as if beyond her control, and slipped off the chair onto her knees. She felt the first real sense of relief for many months as she reached up and wrapped her fingers around that hot, thick shaft. Without another thought Claire took the Father's cock in her mouth and started to pleasure him. It suddenly seemed so natural. Teresa was right – sex was a gift from God.

The priest moaned as the nun fellated him. It was definite – Sister Claire enjoyed sex. John could tell that she'd lost none of her oral skills either. She had one hand on his butt, as if to prevent him escaping, and the other gently stroking his boiling ballsack. He gave a silent thanks for the sweet woman at his feet, a new mouth for him to enjoy. He was on the verge of eruption after mere minutes and he signalled to Claire by placing a gentle hand on the top of he head.

Claire had no intention of stopping now. She had crossed a line, a chasm of sin, but she knew that this was how she wanted it to be. Using her tongue, stroking his balls, she returned the signal – she wanted him to cum for her. In seconds, the priest exploded in her mouth and for the first time in years Claire felt the tangy taste of thick, sticky semen on her tongue. She had forgotten the delightful taste of semen. Claire swallowed him all, perfectly. Then she sat back and smiled up at the handsome priest.

Father John bent forward and gave Claire a gently kiss on her forehead. "Thank you Sister," he said softly. "I am really very pleased at the decision you have made. I know you will be too."

**************

Claire didn't see either Sister Teresa or Father John for the next few days. She didn't mind. Claire was still wrestling with the combination of guilt and lust. So she threw herself into her work, pushing herself hard so at least she kept her mind off sex during the day. She thought about Teresa's claim that a solid fucking was good for a nun's work – in her case it might be true.

Though her senses were heightened for the time being and suddenly Claire began to notice telltale signs around her. Twice she was certain she had seen a nun emerge from an office, seemingly re-arranging her clothing. What had gone on behind those doors? And one of the younger nuns had seemed far too excited about driving with one of the priests to a rural parish.

It was Friday when she finally had her next meeting with Sister Teresa. Claire really looked hard at her supervisor this time. She was older, late thirties perhaps, but still had what looked to be a great body under her official uniform. She was slender and busty and Claire felt a little self-conscious that her own body was not in such good shape.

"Father John tells me you made your decision," Teresa was saying with a lascivious grin. "I hope you enjoyed it because he certainly did."

Claire found it hard to talk. But she was able to nod – yes, she'd enjoyed giving the headjob very much but it remained a terrible source of guilt. What was she to do?

"I'll tell you what," Teresa continued. "Let's seal the deal tonight. If you are like me then you still won't quite believe it yet. Come to my place tonight at 7.30 and Bob Watson will be there to have some fun with us."

"Oh, I've met Mr Watson before," Claire started to say. He was the head of the lay council in the parish. She wondered why a meeting should be held at Teresa's apartment – then the penny dropped.

"But sister," she began to protest. "He is a married man." Claire was conservative enough to think of adultery as truly wicked.

"Oh don't worry," laughed Sister Teresa. "His wife knows all about Bob's activities. Well, enough to know she is happy for him to get some action." Claire was disbelieving.

"You mean she..."

Teresa waved her hand. "Oh no. Shelley won't be joining us. She is not into threesomes or sharing her lovers with Bob. But I know what she's like because I caught her and Sister Mercy - the little Chinese girl – flirting with each other. I confronted them each of them and they confessed. After that I arranged to get them together." Claire still did not understand the whole picture.

"Shelley Watson is having a lesbian fling with Sister Grace. I suspect maybe Sister Barbara as well. She begged me not to tell her husband. But then she confided in me that she was worried Bob was likely to stray. And with good reason as you will see tonight," Teresa gave out a low chuckle. "So we agreed that it would be best if I seduced Bob and now he fucks several members of the Order."

Claire did find this hard to believe though she knew it was true. Sister Teresa was a confessed slut but lying was one sin she would never commit.

"Come along tonight and find out," she ordered her charge. "And make sure you wear your veil. Bob likes us in our veils." And the supervisor gave another wicked grin.

********

Bob Watson arrived at the appointed time and let himself into the apartment. He was a confident and strong-willed man and he knew what he'd come for. Claire and Teresa met him in the supervisor's living room and he quickly sized them up. One woman looked excited, expectant. The other looked nervous. Both had their heads covered with the brown veil that was the formal uniform of the Order of the Mount. Bob Watson gave a broad grin – he liked to have sex with nuns in their traditional garb.

He grabbed Teresa and they kissed passionately. It had been a shock to discover that Sister Teresa was so hungry for sex all the time but Bob Watson couldn't think of a better way to spend an hour or so than with those shapely legs wrapped around him and his cock buried in her cunt. Teresa enjoyed Bob and his fucking. She had easily embraced the opportunities for casual sex that had come her way in the Order. Bob Watson was a good explanation. He was tall, older and almost handsome with his greying hair. Bob turned his attention to Claire and gave her another winning smile. "Its wonderful to be seeing you again sister," he said softly. Claire was out of practice with men and wasn't sure how to react but Watson gently drew her in and gave her a small hug.

By that time Teresa was on her knees, extracting Mr Watson's cock from his trousers. Bob Watson was already fondling Claire, squeezing her breasts and pulling at her clothing. Claire was nervous about what they might want from her, though it was clear what Mr Watson was after as a start. "Two beautiful women tonight. Let me see you, dear sister." Despite her shame and embarrassment, she allowed Bob Watson to bare her breasts as Sister Teresa swallowed his cock. The chance to a man's cock was too much for her and Claire decided it was best to follow Teresa.

Somehow, in minutes, both women of the Order of the Mount were on their knees, naked except for their head coverings, performing tandem fellatio on a lay member of the community. Claire was still in shock but there was no doubting she was enjoying the taste and the feel of a man in her mouth. And there was no doubting the size of his cock – larger than any she'd taken and it had to be over eight inches. It was soon covered with the saliva of both women and looked all the more impressive for that. Watson was moaning and growling his appreciation. "Oh, you two are just wonderful at this. Suck me like you love my cock."

Claire thought of sin and sacrilege and eternal damnation. She was still wearing her habit, after all, and now she was naked and performing a lewd sex act. She felt less pretty than the slim Teresa, with her bigger boobs, but she couldn't stop thinking of being fucked and how that massive organ would feel inside her unused hole. When Bob Watson put her supervisor onto the lounge chair and started eating her cunt, Claire felt her own sex gush even more. She knew she was committed now to a life of service - to the poor by day and screwing by night.

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another 3 hours until sss stream but my sleep schedule is way too fucked so goodnight king ill see you in the twitch vod