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lonelystarrs · 2 years ago

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Beach Balls.

Barou Shouei x FemReader x Nagi Seishiro

What would it take to convince Barou Shouei to end up on a beach? It’s messy, sand gets everywhere, it’s unhygienic. Who knew it would be so simple —You, a bikini and Nagi Seishiro, the hassle man who didn’t seem to get the hint that you were the kings queen. He’d share this once but only to get his point across.

Kinda an extra spin off from this story: Pudding <linked

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • all aged up 23+• Smut • f/m only • Nagi watches/joins in • Establish relationship with Barou • public sex • beach/summer theme • Nagi and Barou bickering • reader oblivious to Nagi’s interest • size kink • praise / degradation kink • lazy 3some • Barou Doms • prone bone position • fluff with Barou at the end • funny plot twist ending as usual for my bllk fics lol THAT AINT SUNLOTION BRUH •

Hope it’s worth it guys! Took me so long to get this done! It was wayy longer than I planned but it’s so 🌶️ skip to the end of you don’t have patience cause it’s funny nagi is a lil shit💀

Fuck it was hot.

This temperature was ridiculous.

Everything was sticky and it made you lethargic.

Life was hard at the moment, seriously.

“Quit sighin’ will ya? You’re pissing me off.”

The side eye you gave Barou was bombastic, unfazed as always, immune to your death glares he strode by in nothing but tiny ass man shorts that gripped his ass tighter with each stride.

Huge body rippling, sweat beads lightly down him dipping through the lines of his ridiculous muscles that your tongue knew so well.

You groaned again and Barou threw a glare over his shoulder.

“You deaf? Fuck off somewhere else.”

“I was appreciating you so hard it made me groan actually, you dildo!”

“Dildo?!”

“Yeah,”

“Keep up the snark and I’ll buy you a box of them when I leave your ass,”

“Single life doesn’t suit me, thanks for the offer though my best dildo ♡”

“Fucking brat.”

You snickered as Barou left the living room and you watched his tight shorts hug his ass as he walked away. Your phone pinged, which you ignored because reaching for it on the glass table across from your sprawled out form on the sofa was simply too hard. The air con was on, blowing by occasionally and it kept the house cool, but moving soon took away the pleasure of coolness to break into a sweat.

Another couple pings echoed in the living room until your curiosity outweighed your pain of having to move.

Isagi:

Bachira and I are heading to the beach, who’s coming?

Bachira:

Let’s go! ;) I have a ball! :D

Reo:

Busy, have a good time tho.

Nagi:

Seems like a bother, it’s too hot I don’t wanna move. :x

Barou:

No. Get rid of my number peasants.

You:

Sure! Can we volley ball? Where shall I meet you guys? ♡

Nagi:

Kay, I’ll come.

Bachira:

Hahahahahaha cute Nagi! Yeeeees we can! I’ll be on ur team 😍

Reo:

🤢 Nagi.

Isagi:

💀 meet at our usual cafe? Say 12pm? I haven’t played volleyball but I’ll give it a go!

You:

I’ll show you boys how to handle balls in different ways, don’t worry. Best to be taught by a pro after all. 😜

Nagi:

s’ that a promise? :x

Reo:

I thought better of you Nagi. Girl, keep that shit between you and king asshole.

You:

Sure @Nagi! I’ll teach you, aren’t you going to watch videos tho? How you usually learn? @Reo Hahahaha, he really is an asshole ♡

You locked your phone whilst you swung your feet from the sofa and checked the time, thirty minutes before you needed to leave.

Barou wasn’t within your line of sight as you changed into a hot pink bikini that complimented your skin tone, sliding on some denim shorts that were truthfully a little on a short side and grabbing a white tank top.

Packing a small bag of drinks, lotion and towels, spare pair of flip flops to avoid Barou screaming about sand in the house, you said bye to said man but had no response.

Foolishly assuming that Barou had seen the group chat, knowing where you were going and what you were doing.

The man was in the garden working out, despite the radio active freaking heat —he was still as strict and dedicated rain or shine. His headphones in and the group chat turned to silent because such kings shouldn’t be associated with such peasants.

Isagi had set up your section impressively, making it as private as possible by hiring a location with a barrier around, you presumed to keep any media away or any on lookers who might recognise the boys.

Apparently if you weren’t with them they’d be less bothered, but dragging you into their media frenzies were less preferable, Barou would have their heads after all.

The section of the beach was fairly quiet despite the blaring heat, you pushed your hair back as you walked from the water, ends of your hair twisting around your hand as you drained the salt water from it. Eyes looking off to the side as you scanned the beach absentmindedly.

Failing to notice the boys watching, Bachira elbowed Isagi who was watching with just as much interest as Nagi.

“See Isagi? She’s pretty~!” His sing song voice, the teasing tone matched his current posture; legs crossed and his hands placed on the sand in the gap between them as he rocked his body slightly.

Grey eyes peering over his phone, interest finally swayed by the dribblers words, he greedily drank you in and his lazy mind quickly forming ideas that didn’t seem so bothersome. Nagi watched your hands running through your hair before twisting it to the side, tits bouncing lightly in that skimpy pink bikini. He swore he could see each drop of water slide down your body, disappearing into your cleavage and bikini bottoms —both places he’d happily bury his face into.

Seishiro swallowed thickly suddenly ripping from his daze only to notice they weren’t the only males on the beach staring at you. The odd girl slapping their boyfriends arms and one even pushing his face into the sand.

Nagi I didn’t even hear you until you prodded his forehead,

“Hey, earth to Sei!”

“Uh - hi.”

You blinked, head tilting as you looked him over sat under the shade of the umbrella.

“You okay Sei?”

You crouched down to him, he swallowed thickly again when your fingers brushed his hair from his eyes and forehead, pressing the back of your hand to it.

And he froze, training his eyes on your face and to not look down at your tits pressed together so close to his own face, barely covered in that bikini… if that strap came undone, god that’s all it would take for him to get an eyeful. Hell it was tempting -it would be easy, he’s so much taller than you all he’d need to do is stand next to you and pull on it without you even knowing.

“Hmm, you’re not really hot but your cheeks are a little red. Make sure you keep drinking ‘kay?”

He nodded completely dazed and doe eyed in his own lazy way, looking up at you like a child not really hearing a word you say because his eyes were hyper focused on those pretty plump lips moving.

“You haven’t taken your t-shirt off, did you put cream on?”

Nagi shook his head whilst shrugging and turned his eyes back to his phone that had laid forgotten in his limp hands on his lap.

You sat on the towel laid out for you, laying on your back you sighed in contentment and closed your eyes to enjoy the sun that beamed down to dry the water from your cooled skin.

It was pleasant, listening to Nagi’s fingers tapping on his screen, the occasional noise from his game and his little noises to signal his progression.

Until a shadow loomed over you, the heat from the sun disappearing instantly causing you to frown.

You don’t recall seeing a cloud in the sky today, or anywhere nearby when you were in the water not ten minutes ago.

“Woman-“

You opened an eye to see none other than Barou stood over you blocking the mighty sun with his ridiculous body, looming over you as a shadow with red eyes glowing.

“If you’re gonna say anything about chocolate melting in the sun-“

“Fuck you playing at?”

“It’s the scene from white chicks?”

You sat up onto your elbows and looked at him in question as his gaze only got harsher on your attempt of humour to deflect his doom and gloom presence. His attitude and stare caused annoyance to bite at your skin, his tone carrying accusation like you’d done something wrong.

“Nothing?”

“You didn’t think to ask or tell me you were leaving? Didn’t I tell you stay away from the louse?”

“I don’t have to ask you anything Barou, I thought you seen the chat and heard me say bye. Will you stop calling him a louse? He has a fucking name.”

“Yeah, Nagi. Naaaa-gi. Say it.”

Red eyes slid to said man, that was speaking in his lazy voice that made Barou’s teeth grind. Nagi was merely looking back at Barou with his usual bored gaze but the closer Barou looked the more he seen the fucking taunt glistening in those usual apathetic eyes.

“You’re dead hassle man.”

It took you a mere second to stand and press your finger into Barou’s chest, stepping forward into his space and getting up in his face. You didn’t expect him to step backwards and he didn’t, if you weren’t so annoyed you’d see his eyes soften, ever so slightly, when they met your own.

“No. He isn’t, unless you want a fucking scene here Barou sort it out, I have no idea what the hell is going on with you two but I’m done with it.”

You, Nagi and Barou were too absorbed in the moment to see blue and yellow eyes peering over the beach barrier set up around your spot, they were stood on the other side like spying teens with their fingers gripping the top.

“She’s -“

Isagi nodded as if he knew what Bachira was gonna say, really he didn’t, but he assumed it was to do with your feisty side that you hid so well. Really it wasn’t surprising —dealing with Barou wasn’t easy. It made sense that he liked someone who held their own.

“Thing is, Barou likes it.”

“Huh? What’cha mean Isagi?”

“Look at his cheeks!”

Bachira turned his eyes back and saw the tinge that prickled across the kings cheeks, barely noticeable until Isagi had pointed it out.

“Isagi the monster says we should leave now,”

“Yeah… she’ll handle it, right?”

You sighed as if relieving the annoyance and lowered your hand, finger tips brushing against Barou’s wrist as he glared off to the side.

“Stay?” You lowered your voice so only he’d hear and you watched his frown deepen signalling he heard you, “-please? You know I’m happier when you’re around B.”

“Buttering me up ain’t gonna do shit-“

“Fine, go sulk.”

You waved over your shoulder and sat back on your towel, part of you was surprised he was even here —he didn’t like the sand because it was messy and got everywhere. But here he stood with his shoes in his hand and his toes buried in the pretty white grains.

“Tch,” Barou sneered, eyes rolling he reached back and grabbed his t-shirt by the back of his neck, pulling it off in one motion and folding it neatly in your beach bag.

His red eyes turned towards the water, rolling his neck and shoulder, that’s when you noticed Barou had his hair down, half up into a bun. And he looked freaking goooooood.

Nagi watched as love hearts formed in your eyes, pupils changing shape as you looked on dreamily at the man causing him to pout, his little famous x shape forming as he felt suddenly forgotten about.

“Stupid king,” he mumbled, annoyed with the fact he finally had your attention getting you both alone for it only to be swiftly interrupted. He swore Barou had some kind of sixth sense when it came to you.

“Comin?”

Barou looked over his shoulder at you, annoyance was still biting at him but he found it hard to keep it up with you —after all you weren’t the reason he was wound up. Not like he would admit in a thousand years that Nagi Seishiro was getting under his skin.

Your name being called to your left took your attention from Barou, not noticing Nagi had stood to his full height and removed his shirt. Rubbing the back of his neck to express he was feeling somewhat awkward as he held a bottle of sun lotion out.

You weren’t looking at that though, your mouth fell slack at the condition Nagi was in —shocked at what he hid under those baggy clothes. You knew his height matched Barou and sometimes when Nagi actually straightened you could have sworn he was slightly taller than the king himself. He always looked so lean, so slender and it was a shock to see he was built like a freaking god under those clothes.

Barou was big, the man was packing in every sense so you were hardly starved but this was surprising and you must have been gawking because you felt your jaw clack as you closed it. Nagi’s voice bringing you back to clarity as guilt surged through you —it made you worried about looking back at Barou stood behind you, hoping to the gods he didn’t see your jaw slacken.

“Can you put this on my back f’me? It’s such a hassle,”

Barou’s eye twitched behind you, throbbing vein at his temple and his fists clenched.

“Uh- sure Nagi, can you sit down?”

“Like fuck yo-“

The smirk that twitched on Nagi’s mouth was aimed at Barou and he got the message, seeing nothing but red as your hands worked the lotion into Nagi’s back and shoulders. Sat on your knees cushioned by the sand, red eyes had to turn away, the boiling of his stomach acid churned him inside out.

He couldn’t show his jealousy, his ego far out weighing it in refusal on letting Nagi win this bullshit -it was not happening.

If that’s how he wanted to play, Barou would play harder. But instead of making him jealous over you touching him, Barou was going to get across that he was the only one who could touch you.

“All done Sei~!”

“Oi-“ you hummed at turned your attention to Barou who nodded his head, silently asking you to come near him, “-hand it over.”

He held his hand out for the lotion and you passed it to him as he told you to lay down on the towel again, straddling the backs of your thighs as he seated himself above you.

Nagi’s head tilted as he watched the position, Barou ignoring his existence as he squirted cream onto your back, undoing your bikini straps so his large hands could work into your skin.

��Ngh- B that feels s’ good.”

“Yeah?”

Your airy moans were a fucking godsend, Seishiro watched intently as he stared from his position watching you turn into putty under Barou’s hands.

“You got somewhere else to be, hassle man?”

“Not really.”

Barou sneered, shifting his knees for his highs to spread further, from Nagi’s angle it looked like a mere shift of comfort. To you though it was Barou pressing his growing semi into your ass, spreading his legs to push his hips forward letting you know that your little feisty attitude wasn’t brushed under the rug.

Your breath hitched in your throat, hands forming into fists as you tensed under him.

“Whats up?” Barou’s voice carried amusement, that mocking tone was obvious to you but seemingly harmless to someone who had no idea he was pushing his hardening dick into the swell of your ass.

Oh fuck him.

Seriously.

Literally.

No- Sei was still beside you, you stole a glance only to see the white haired man had moved himself to squat next to Barou. His eyes watching your skin and drinking in whatever he could. Sei’s cock twitched, that hum of arousal shot through his body.

“I wanna go-“

“Fuck off louse, go find something else better to do,”

“Nah, I wanna do this.”

Sei pressed his finger into your shoulder, running it up to your neck only for Barou to slap his hand away.

“Don’t you get it? She’s not yours-“

“Can’t you just share?”

What?

For the second time in ten minutes your breath hitched in your throat, lifting yourself onto your elbows completely forgetting Barou had undone your bikini straps.

The realisation hitting you like a fucking train.

This was why they were fighting all the time? Because Nagi wanted to share you?

Nagi Seishiro liked you?

“What the hell is going on?”

“Uh- y/n.”

You ignored Nagi’s attempt to speak, eyes widening, pink dusting across his cheeks as it crawled up his neck, his index finger pointing out which you didn’t follow due to being flustered by the sudden possibility that Nagi was interfering like this because he liked you.

“Is this why you boys are constantly fighting? Holy, what the-“

“Your uh-, I can see them.”

“What?” You blinked and Nagi blinked back at you, pointing you followed his finger to your exposed breasts, Barou all but slammed you down into the towel, your muffled umph as you almost got a mouthful of sand.

“Looks like I gotta show ya-“

Barou’s voice darkened in a way that actually worried you, his ego clearly soaring over his common sense and his patience long gone.

Barou shifted his hands, moving to your ass and grabbing it, spreading your cheeks for his thumbs to dip along the lines of your bikini bottoms pressing down on the lips of your pussy.

“B-Barou no, we-“

“Shut it, you’re pissin’ me off, always sticking up for him and shithead isn’t getting the hint, it’ll be two birds with one stone.”

An airy moan left you as one of his thumbs moved under the thin material and pressed against your hole, clenching around nothing in response at him pressing it into you.

Your head dipped, forehead leaning into your clenched hands in front of you as your elbows held up your weight when his thumb slid in.

Your eyes side glanced to Nagi who was watching Barou’s hands, his concentration on par with how he watched his soccer videos. Pink dusted his cheeks enough to compare with your own.

Barou slid his thumb in to the knuckle, twisting his hand to run his index finger to your clit, pushing the slick that was starting to drool from his thumb buried in your pussy.

“Tilt your hips up,” you did as he asked and moaned out at the pressure he applied to your clit, running hot circles around it making you buck backwards the best you could, Barou’s weight still holding your legs down as he rested on the backs of your thighs.

“What a little whore, you’re a fucking mess already, not supposed to be enjoyin’ this.”

“Ba- ngh - you need to stop,”

“Nah keep going crappy king.”

“Shut it louse, think you are giving me orders huh?“

Your body running hot was enough to ignore the bickering, rotating your hips so Barou’s index finger moved with it was enough to draw their eyes and attention back to you. The airy little moan leaving your lips as your ass jiggled with movement.

“Shit, pretty thing you look good.”

“Then listen to it hassle man, cause that’s as close as you’re ever gonna get.”

Barou shifted his hands and you whine from the feel of him leaving you, only to freeze when he lifted himself slightly from your hips, his shorts rustling behind you and his cock slapping against his stomach as he released it.

Reaching down he gripped the base, lowering it to slap on your ass a few times, his spare hand landed by your shoulder as he tilted over you pressing the head of his dick between the dip in your ass, sliding it down to your hole.

“Fuck -Barou we can’t-“

“Says who huh?”

“The fucking law, what if someone sees us? You guys are fucking famous it’s-“

“Quit whinin’ just have to keep it down won’t you?”

You cursed under your breath, hitching then in your throat as he started to push into you and it hurt. The angle was tight, Barou was massive —both girth and length gifting him to go with that ridiculous, unearthly body he had.

Your legs pressed together, his weight on the back of your thighs holding you down as he leaned into you, you didn’t know how well you’d take him like this —he was too big for the prone bone position.

“Fuck you’re tight-“

“You’re-I can’t take you like this-“ you whined under him, pussy throbbing to have him fill you so well like he always done, but struggling to take his cock as you were.

“Tch,” Barou shifted, leaning into his hand by your shoulder, lifting his hips slightly from you allowing you to shift your own position and slapping your ass cheek watching it jiggle, “-get that fat fuckin’ ass up, yeah like that -push up with your just hips, off your elbows head down.”

You moved whilst he instructed, your cheek pressing into the towel covering the sand and hips managing to push up a little from it.

Barou’s hand gripped your ass cheek and spread it watching the head of his dick ease into your hole, feeling that pop as the thick head pushed through the right ring.

“Yeahhh, s’fucking it. You gonna swallow this dick?”

You almost forgot Nagi was even there, moaning in response as Barou slowly started to sink into you, bullying that thick dick through your tight hole.

It was a struggle taking him like this, tears pricking at your eyes, teeth clenching and drool starting to spill from your mouth onto the towel.

You felt impossibly full, he was already rubbing against your g-spot that heat building in your pussy making you clench around him, hips wiggling against him to try encourage something.

“Pretty thing, you gonna answer?”

As if suddenly snapping back to reality and Nagi reminding you he was there, you shifted —or went to, Barou reacted to take your attention from Nagi and forcefully snapped his hips forward, driving the rest of his cock until his balls pressed against your thighs .

And you screamed.

Nagi’s hand shot out, shoving three fingers knuckle deep into your mouth to muffle your noise.

“You gotta be quiet pretty, thought you didn’t want anyone knowing?“

Your gummy walls distracted Barou to the point his mouth fell open slightly, dick flexing in you as his eyes unfocused into a daze, absentmindedly staring at Nagi’s fingers in your mouth, effectively gagging you —those little muffled noises, watching you struggle in this position to take him, how fucking tight you felt around his cock.

Fuck.

Fuuuuckkkk. He wasn’t gonna last two minutes unless he calmed himself down. His heart was thumping in his ribs, arousal shooting through his body and rushing to his cock, that pleasurable wave rushing through his lower stomach. He moved his hands to place just above his knees still bent at your sides as he sat on the back of your thighs.

His hips tilted forward enough to get himself balls deep into you, enough to push the fat and muscle of your ass up when his hips met yours.

You whimpered when he moved, testing your tolerance and seeing how uncomfortable you really were.

As much as he liked to push you actually hurting you in any way, emotionally or physically, was off the cards for Shouei. Sharing you like this was only to make a point, to show you and hassle man that he wasn’t just king on the pitch —he had a queen off it and she was his alone.

This was just a method that boosted his ego, just a way to do something outta spite.

He might feel guilt ping at him later but right now he was stopping himself from cumming and stuffing you with cum fifteen seconds after bullying his cock into you.

This was new —his ego and adrenaline mixing, seeing you get gagged by Nagi whilst full of your lovers cock in public?

Fuck, it mixed into some foreign feeling that was making him fucking feral. He never wanted to let loose on you like this, fighting the urge to pin you to the towel and fuck you until you were both raw. That racing heart elevated his breathing, starting to pant through his nose as he watched the side of your face.

You were so pretty, so fucking beautiful… so perfect for him.

Nagi felt your moaning vibrate against his fingers, as Barou started to move dragging himself from you slowly only to harshly punch his cock back in that tight squeeze. It made Nagi’s cock uncomfortably hard in his swim trunks, he could see you physically struggling in this position. He felt his dick leaking at the slit, throbbing and flexing at your attempt to take Barou like this.

Nagi wasn’t anything to shy away from, his length being his winner, but even he’d admit Barou Shouei was packing a cock. Not like it was a surprise seeing it again today, Barou strode around blue lock’s baths enough back in the day, but seeing it in action like this kinda made it look more daunting. But the white haired genius didn’t feel sorry for you, he just wished he could see more of your drooling hole swallowing it up.

Nagi pressed his finger tips to your tongue and your lips closed around his fingers, tongue rising to slide between his digits as his eyes watched yours glass over into some dazed, fucked dumb expression.

Barou’s hips hitting you with a slower pace but it was rough and consistent, punching his cock into you so deeply and hitting that sweet spot almost instantly.

Nagi watched your fingers dig into the towel, sinking into the sand under it and he fell to his knees, the sand was scratchy against his skin but it was easily forgotten when he pulled the top of his trunks, his long cock slapping his stomach.

He exhaled heavily at the relief, spare hand wrapping around his length as his lazy gaze turned half hooded, glassy on the scene of Barou’s thick cock disappearing into the dip between your ass cheeks and thighs. He could see your slick coating Barou’s dick, he’d rather have better view of your pussy —seeing it stretched out and drooling but this would do for now.

The skin slapping, the squelching made it easy to time his fist to fuck his cock into his hand.

Barou’s gaze from you didn’t falter, completely fixated on your face that he could see, drool starting to spill down the side of his mouth as he kept his slow, hard pace, his hips cushioned by your ass every time they met.

Nagi’s fingers moved around your tongue, spreading them to let you suck on them. Rolling his palm over the head of his dick smearing pre that leaked from the slit and his hips bucked up into his hand.

“Damn woman, you’re sucking my dick in, let it go. Can’t fuck you faster if you keep squeezing like that.”

That deep voice of your lover brought you some clarity, his order filtering through the daze his dick put you in.

You arched back more for him, arms stretched out in front of you like a cat, ass moving up into the air and you felt the restriction instantly free up.

“Risking breaking your back to get fucked good?” His hand slapped across your ass so harshly you jolted, hissing as the sting spread across your cheek.

Barou leaned over you, his hands sliding around to cup your neck and under your jaw locking his fingers together at the front bring you back up with him. Nagi’s fingers falling from your mouth, spit covered he used it to rub over his cock, now fisting his dick with both.

“S-Shit,” Nagi’s mouth fell open slightly, smacking his jaw as he watched your body arch beautifully. Back curving and ass back against Barou, he was using your neck as leverage to fuck you. His hands felt good, using two was better as he could overstimulate himself but rolling his palm across his head, “-lemme use her hand, I don’t wanna do it m’self.”

Nagi’s lazy drawl did nothing to waiver Barou, or his attention.

Instead your hands flew to Barou’s waist behind you for support to balance yourself and he pressed his lips to your temple, peppering kisses down the side to your ear, biting on the lobe before sucking, his thumbs rubbing circles on the base of your neck, fingers still locked on your throat. His hot breath fanning across his wet trail of kisses, his deep moan and rough voice right in your ear as goosebumps spread over your skin.

“Oi louse, touch her clit. Get her to cum.”

Nagi pouted, side eying Barou as he felt torn on his choices.. doing as Barou says only to watch you cum over his dick or finally get a feel and taste of you?

Was it worth it, would his ego-

“N-Nagi please,”

Yeah, it’s totally worth it. Nagi would just his own cards, use this to his advantage.

“Huh?”

Your eyes met his finally, a side look only but enough to make his dick throb in his hand. Your pretty glassy eyes, pink tinged across your cheeks and drool lining from one corner to your chin, loose strands of hair sticking to your forehead, lightly choked by your lover behind you, tits bouncing with each thrust from Barou as you panted in air.

His head tilted as if to act oblivious to your needs, playing his poker face at his usual master level.

“You need something pretty?”

You nodded and he let out an airy moan as he slowed his hand, finger tips grazing over his tip.

He knew his pre cum was smeared over his fingers as he reached forward to press against your clit clumsily, using it to aid the small circles he started to rub, feeling it stretched out from Barou bullying himself into you.

“Ah -here? Does it feel good?”

You released a breathy fuck yessss, hips jolting with each punch of Barou’s hips.

“M’close Bar-Nag-ngh. Oh fucck-“

Nagi’s posture changed, his slouched position straightened those grey, slated brown eyes darkening as his ego took advantage of the situation. Shifting to be in front of you, his long, thick thighs resting either side of Barou’s, one hand fisting his dick and the other rolling across your clit, he wanted you to watch him to see him.

And you did, eyes focusing on his long dick being stroked just under you, those little pink tinged cheeks of his and that darkening look in his eyes. Strands of white hair sticking to his face as beads of sweat started to dribble down his chest.

It was enough to tip you over, the surge suddenly hitting you off guard.

“I’m cumming - I’m cumming!”

“Yeah-“ Nagi didn’t let up, his finger picking up a pace over your hardened clit helping on sending you over the edge, “-I’ll help you cum, pretty, kings not enough huh?”

“You fucking- fuck-“ Barou’s attempt to sneer was cut off as your hips pushed back into his, your pussy clenching down on his dick swallowing him and you went so tight he couldn’t pull back.

“You’re dead,” the breathy gruffness carried threat, but those glazed red eyes showed Barou was enjoying it far more than he was willing to let off.

“I done what you asked, king. You wanted me to help her cum on you right? Don’t you know her well enough?”

Nagi could have sworn he seen red flash across his eyes, Barou’s gaze darkening more than he’d seen on the pitch.

“Thanks for warming her up, she’s drooling over my dick now. Time I show you how she likes to be fucked, how a king fucks.”

Barou released your neck, your body weight falling forward and your hands pressing into Nagi’s chest to catch yourself, your lips a mere breath from his, eyes meeting he fell back onto his elbows when Barou pushed your shoulders down.

It made you lower on Nagi, tits pressing up against his cock and your face into his six pack.

“Ass up, woman-“

Barou gripped the back of your neck pushing you down and forcing you to stay fixed, your ass arched back still in prone bone and Nagi was literally held under you, Barou using your body weight and his strength to keep him there.

It was fucking mean, cruel even, how he left you moaning and whining, drooling onto Nagi’s chest as Barou started to fuck you and it was nasty.

Your ass rippling with each time his hips met it, your tits bouncing against Nagi’s dick making his hips roll up in time with it. His head tilting back, white hair falling with him as his glassy eyes went half hooded, it felt good -too fucking good. He was leaking pre everywhere, cock flexing under the weight of your tits.

Barou used fucking you as a way to tit fuck Nagi and the lazy genius wasn’t sure how long he was gonna last.

“Ngh, you’re so deep Barou- gonna cum again-!”

“Yeah? Give it up then whore, s’feel you try push me out.”

Barou’s pace was brutal, you felt slick and cum running down your inner thighs still press together and legs between his. Keeping you in this prone bone position was keeping you stuffed in a way you felt full of dick.

He was fucking you so deep your eyes started to cross before rolling back into your skull, your nails raked down Nagi’s sides, teeth biting into his stomach to muffle the moan that was crawling up your throat.

His dick hit that soft spot one more time, building that burning heat and you released clear fluid. Your body convulsing under him as another orgasm tore through you.

“You’re fucking filthy. Messy cunts slobberin’ you cummin’? Say my fucking name-“

“Barou! Barou -fuck s’good, m’cummin don’t stop -m’cummin! Yes yes yes!” Your slurring only aided his bullying, thick, long cock flexing in you as he groaned listening to you babbling and clenching around him.

His hand moved from the back of your neck to pull you up by your hair, your tongue lolled out, drool spilled down your chin and Nagi drank the image in. Tits smushed up against his dick on his stomach, sweat beading down your collar bone and shimmering on your skin. You looked fucking stupid, dumb even, cock drunk of getting fucked like this in public.

And it was all happening on Nagi’s stomach.

“S-Shit pretty m’gonna cum- you look so fucking good-“

“Take a good look hassle man, s’how she gets fucked. I don’t need your shitty help, asking you was taking pity. She needs to be soaked before I can fuck her like this.”

Barou became white noise as Nagi focused on you, eyes switching between your fucked out expression and his dick disappearing between your tits as Barou kept a harsh pace.

His hips started to buck the best he could given the weight above him, causing tight friction over his cock, the end of it burning with arousal as he watched himself being brought over the edge.

“Ngh- make me cum pretty, please? I wanna cum now.”

Whatever Nagi said worked in bringing you back from dazing, you managed to tilt your head slightly and gather spit in your mouth, slowly releases it to dribble onto the head of his dick between being thrusted forward.

“Shit, s-shit pretty yeah -gonna m’cummin”

“Tch, looks like I’m doin’ all the fucking work.”

“Shut it, king- you’re boring me.”

Nagi suddenly let himself fall back to the sand, hands rising to press your tits tighter together and he started to rut his hips up into you. That sudden burst of energy to carry him over the edge, he kept thrusting even when he came, shooting hot white ropes out thickly covering his stomach and chest, his messy thrusting even making it hit his chin.

He was whiney when he came, but it still carried that lazy drawl. He glanced down as his hips started to stutter, head of his dick covered in cum and still drooling out the slit.

“Feel good Sei?”

He nodded dumbly, eyes fixed on his dick in your tits and listening to your honey voice finally gracing his ears with his name.

“You did so good, Sei, you taste so good.”

That caught his attention, half hooded grey eyes turned up to you, watching your tongue lapping up his cum that had landed on your chin and lips, you stuck it out showing the white melting on your tongue.

“You’re so pretty- s’not fair.”

You laughed lightly at his childish pout, swallowing whatever you could collect on your tongue left from him and he tasted fucking good.

“I like you-“

Only Nagi Seishiro could blurt out something like that without changing his lazy tone, without sounding like there was anything behind it and it being believed. Sei had this way of just saying things without any weight but the way his face would light up, his eyes would brighten that’s how you knew he meant something.

And he was looking at you like that.

The words were enough to stutter Barou behind you, he sneered at Nagi’s open admission pissed off he finally had the balls to fucking say it.

Barou knew longer than you did that the lazy genius was into you, how you’d not picked it up was beyond the egotistical striker. It wasn’t the first time someone took interest in you, it wouldn’t be the last, but Barou was sure he was the only one who actually got under his skin.

It actually made him paranoid. Barou knew he wasn’t easy to be around, normally he didn’t give a shit about it either —people adapting to him, end of, but you were different. The those words from Snuffy still haunted him; how he’d said how much would he love himself if he was no longer view as a genius.

It was hard to not let it drift into how you’d see him if you found someone more… tolerable.

That’s why he stormed here after reading the group chat —he seen Nagi change his mind because of you and you’d be wearing barely anything. It would be over his dead body before he allowed you to be left anywhere alone with Nagi.

The thought of the fucking sand everywhere made his skin crawl, knowing he’d be finding it around the house for days after this.

But his ego far outweighed his ocd in this case.

Sex with you to start used to be clean and fairly organised, because he couldn’t take the mess —now he didn’t think twice about it, he let himself get lost in it with you.

But this was filthy sex, sharing you like this, everyone sweating you’d cum so much it was dribbling down your legs and covering his thighs.

But it was fucking hot, it sent him feral but his drop from his high happened when Nagi just admitted he liked you.

Barou shifted, disliking the feeling of being left out like this —by you. He hadn’t faced you this whole time, letting Nagi see everything.

Barou never came until he was facing you, he couldn’t, seeing your dumb expression and that love for him always helped him over the edge.

So he shifted you, pulling his dick out for the first time and leaning back on his legs, ordering you to get up and turn around, legs too wobbly to stand you managed to turn your back to Nagi.

Barou rolled his eyes, muttering how weak you were as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up to him, keeping back on his legs he had you higher than him now.

“Arms around my neck-“

He softened now he could see you, now he had you back, his natural gruffness always there but it was different in a way only you knew. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady, other hand lining his dick back up with your swollen hole.

You hissed when he lowered you, burying your face into his hair and tightening your arms. His lips pressed to your collar bone as he eased you down, a deep sigh leaving him as your cunt swallowed him again.

“Need you lookin’ at me to cum, I’m nearly there.”

You nodded against him and he let you adjust, your hips wiggled and he shifted his hands, gripping your ass with them he lifted you.

“Look at me-“

Shakily you pulled back, hands gripping his shoulders and leaning back slightly to watch him looking up at you as he started to lift you up and down his cock. Veins popping on his arms and wrists, biceps bulging from using you as a weight.

Fuck he was huge, damn it all he said was so handsome, his cheeks were dusted pink from the heat and effort he was putting his body through. Covered in sweat and strands of loose hair sticking to his face, his hair looked hot like that —half up into a man bun the rest down.

“Feels good yeah? Taking this dick so well today, been a good girl for me huh?”

You nodded dumbly as he started building you to another orgasm you didn’t think you’d be able to have, but this soft praise and pace of his dick was different.

It made your heart swell for him, nerves buzzing and your lips tingling to press against his.

Christ, had he even kissed you today? You needed-

“Use your words, wanna - fuck- hear how dumb you fucking sound over this.”

“Feels g-good B-Barou,”

“S’Pussy is made for me, god dam’it you feel so fucking good-“

“Y’dick i-is f’m-me, y-yeah?”

“You sound dumb being fucked like this,”

He chuckled at your small pout, not answering your question like you had for him. His lips twitching into a small smirk, those red eyes filling with something only you knew. His thumbs rubbing circles around your skin and his hands squeezing your ass.

“Yeah, dicks made for you, gonna cum again? Feels like it,”

You nodded saying if he keeps talking like that you’re going to, so Barou did, lips brushing against yours he gave you soft praises mixed with degrading in his own unique way until you came around him again. It felt more numb compared to the previous but it rocked your body slowly… it felt right with how you felt for him at the moment.

“Gonna fill you up, you gonna take it?”

“Yeah inside- wan’it all Barou-“

He leaned forward into you, muffling against your skin, you just caught what he said and guilt surges through your veins on it all coming together, it made sense now. The arguing, his ridiculous sulking and lack of ability to leave you alone when Nagi was around. You should have seen it sooner and you felt like an idiot for not noticing, how could you though? Nagi did things in the same monotone manner, it wasn’t exactly easy to tell what the man really thought..

Say it, woman.

Muffled and breathy, but you heard him.

It didn’t take a genius to work out what he wanted nor why he was needing to hear it. Nagi was making him doubt, it was simple as that. You’d known Barou too long, he really was that over confident dude with an ego but there was also someone else buried under it.

Someone not so confident in areas he had no control over, someone who was simply a normal guy when off the pitch and behind closed doors.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to cup his face, pulling him back from you, pressing your forehead against his you started to roll your hips in time with him. Eyes meeting those beautiful red ones as you looked down at him.

“I love you, Barou Shouei.”

It was whispered but he heard it, arms wrapping around your waist he brought you down on his dick in short punches, barely leaving your pussy.

His moaning was music to your ears, hips stuttering and jolting as he came in you, shooting cum and filling you so much it started leaking past his dick to aid his sloppy thrusting.

His body shook, nails biting into your skin as he held onto you like a life line. Your lips pressed to his tongue running over his bottom lip as he moaned out, unable to respond as his orgasm hit him hard.

He slurred out words you couldn’t make out, between heavy pants as he finally exhaled his grip on you slacking as you both sat there panting, eyes locked and glassy.

Nagi was still on his back behind you both, arms spread either side and his legs stretched out either side of Barou.

A beached starfish, pouting at two lovers.

He turned his eyes from you both to look up to the blue sky, suddenly feeling so empty about the situation. He didn’t like it, he didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like it. It felt like losing, it reminded him of his parents just leaving him at home by himself when he was a teenager.

The only thing storming around his mind that was causing it -Barou really did like you huh?

He didn’t understand the depth of feelings all that much, he’d never really got himself involved because it was a hassle to use his spare time on things he didn’t wanna do.

He’s seen Barou riled up, it was hardly uncommon but he’d not really paid attention to how different he actually was around you —still a stupid king like he was in Blue Lock but it was softer, more lenient.

“No fair.” He mumbled, sighing heavily and closing his eyes to bask in that afterglow of orgasm, “m’tired.”

Barou had already tied up your bikini and stood you up with him, straightening out your clothes and keeping you stood on wobbly legs.

“Water, now, you’re disgusting.”

“I can’t walk,”

“I gotta do everything around here, such a weak ass.”

“I’d say I’m pretty tough putting up with that shit you just pulled.”

Red eyes rolled and he hauled you over his shoulder before turning to walk towards the sea with you moaning how he could have carried you better, it didn’t do you any favours when the man dropped you in the water.

“Shut up whining, don’t get yourself into shit if you’re not gonna deal with the consequences. Hurry up and wash off, I wanna get off this shitty beach and get back, it’s disgusting.”

Back at the little set up where Nagi started to doze off, on the other side of the barrier Isagi sat against it, knees bent up and elbows resting on them.

Dick rock hard in his swimming trunks and unable to stand because of it, he frowned at the sand, moving his toes between the grains in a way to try distract himself. Bachira was some distance away collecting shells for his sand castle.

Isagi had come over to try see if you guys wanted a round of volley ball but once again he got caught in the rough sex of you and Barou, only Nagi got to join in on the chaos.

“I need new friends,”

Isagi sighed out, looking up to the sky and resting his head against the barrier behind him.

“I’m not a pervert,” he pouted, as if trying to convince himself that these situations seemed to find him, only this time he didn’t have the distraction of pudding to take his mind off it.

Chigiri turning up was a god send, Bachira bounding over with the pretty red head following behind. Isagi trying to fight the heat crawling up his neck.

“Isagi, idiot, you’re supposed to be on the other side.”

“It’s cooler here,”

“Cooler than under the umbrellas?” Bachira tilted his head, yellow eyes scanning over Isagi suspiciously. Isagi’s eyes closing, jaw clenching hoping he’d didn’t look too damn close and see his hard on.

Chigiri wasted no time in walking around the corner into the set up, seeing Nagi still sprawled out on the sand under the umbrella, sorting to doze off.

“Nagi, you got sunscreen on your chest you’re supposed to rub it in. You’re that lazy?”

Isagi sputtered, coughing on his own spit behind the barrier.

“Huh?” Nagi’s eyes tiredly opened lifting his head down to look at the cum still on his chest sighing heavily he let his head fall back, “-ah, what a pain.”

“Oh? Barou’s here?” Chigiri turned to look at you kicking water up at the giant grump only for him to swipe your feet from under you causing you to fall back again in the water and he laughed.

Lips moving in some kind of insult most likely.

Red hair falling as he tilted his head watching you both, a weird chill running through his body watching Barou somewhat amused.

“I didn’t even know he could laugh, it’s kinda creepy.”

“Creepy king,” Nagi mumbled, hand reaching out to grab his phone, tilting it landscape and reopening his game “-I died, such a hassle.”

“Lovesick king more like,” Chigiri turned his attention to Nagi, eyes falling on the white splattered across his stomach and chest “-if you don’t rub that in you’re gonna tan like that.”

Nagi’s eyes looked down past his phone, to his chest, to Chigiri then to your beach bag.

Barou left his shirt in your bag didn’t he?

Sitting up Nagi reached for it, Chigiri not paying much attention as he started rubbing lotion into himself.

Grabbing Barou’s shirt he used that to clean the cum off his chest, actually folding it back up and placing it back in your bag.

Crawling back to his towel he lifted his phone, frowning with a pout.

“Stupid king,”

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cupcakeslushie · 8 months ago

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Hi there, I love your stuff, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to do an ask the artist

Where are you from?

What's your favorite color?

How long have you been creating art for?

What drives you to make art?

What is your favorite piece of artwork of yours?

What is your favorite fan artwork that was done for you?

What character of yours is your favorite?

If you could go to any fictional world which one would it be?

Do you consider what will please your audience or do you just do your own thing?

What made you want to start your AU?

1. American! Southern girl, specifically.

2. You’d think it would be green with how it’s been my hair color for three years, and I’ve made it my signature on here, but it’s actually yellow! Like the really saturated, sunny kind! 💛

3. Oh lord. Um, since like 1st or 2nd grade.

4. I never really thought about it. I think I’m just a visual person. So if I have an idea, I need to get it on paper to really see it. I’m the same with movies, especially adaptations. I could never picture characters by reading them in books very well, but seeing them in movies I’m like, “oh okay, now I see what they were going for!” It’s also just fun. It’s my own story-telling method.

5. Fav piece of anything I’ve ever made would be one of my stained glass pieces, like my lemon one, that took me three weeks, and was one of my first bigger pieces. Digitally it would probably be my most recent dtiys cause I just don’t like looking at my older stuff.

6. Noooo!! I have so many, especially recently, that I’ve been gifted! I can’t choose just one!!! Seriously! I love everything I’ve ever been sent! I will say, I’ve been gifted a few fan fictions by now, that have had me like, mind blown—just because writing is such a thing that I’ve always admired and never really been able to fully grasp. If you’ve sent me art, it’s more than likely been my phone or iPad wallpaper, and if you’ve sent me fanfiction, I’ve probably read it no less than five times, and will continue to go back to it.

7. I mean, it’s Donnie. It’s pretty clearly Donnie. I try and be fair and love all the boys equally, but I’m not gonna lie, you all know it. It’s obvious. Just know, I’ll never ignore the others story wise 😜. But Donnie gets the most of my attention and my evil creative plots 😈.

8. Any world ever? Probably Fullmetal Alchemist—if I could actually be an alchemist. I mean, like come on—how cool is that? And like, yeah, you’ve got Father and the homucuous running around, but for the most part, the world is pretty chill and has the coolest rules.

9. The main chunks of my stories are really just what I want to see, but sometimes I can hear a suggestion and think about changing the trajectory of things. I’m always open to ideas, especially if I’m stumped on how it should go. I even change my opinions on the things I’ve established myself, I’m very open to changing a story if a better idea comes to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been like, scared to tell something because I think someone wouldn’t like it. If they don’t, that’s fine, not everything is for everyone, and some things only click with a few people. If I really want to tell a story, then I’m going to tell it.

10. It’s really so funny, because at the time, I was working on this short, post-movie aftermath comic about Leo learning to find a healthy middle ground between being the silly guy and a serious leader. But I was having trouble with the next part, so I decided to watch Arcane and doodle. I posted that little concept sheet, and it feels like…within days my inbox was full with people wanting to know more, and the more I answered, the more I was like, wait I wanna actually explore this. Tbh pretty much all my AUs have started this way. With just an idea jotted down, and then turning into something I couldn’t stop developing.

#rottmnt #ask slushie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #my art #rottmnt separated au #slushie rambles

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n4giism · 2 years ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ break you off by sonder ࿐ྂ

bllk x gn!reader

characters: kenyu yukimiya, tabito karasu, eita otoya, shouei barou, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, gin gagamaru

content: their nicknames part 2!

ari’s note: omd guys yall rly seemed to like part 1 of this nickname series so i thought i should write a part 2😜 here it is hope u like it !

part 1

kenyu yukimiya:

— yukki

people call him this often. it’s the name he introduces himself with.

“hello, my name is yukimiya. but you can just call me yukki.” because he’s friendly and chill like that.

you and all his friends call him this and he addresses himself as ‘yukki’ too. it’s such a cute name.

— ken

ken! that means you are his barbie <3 he likes joking around with this name and you do too!

well it is true, he would do anything for you like how ken does anything for barbie.

if you like to watch barbie movies/series he’ll gladly watch them with you too. i feel like yukki is also the type of guy who isn’t afraid to wear pink in public he’s ALL for it.

— ken-not see

i feel like karasu and otoya made fun of him with this😭

like just imagine this silly trio arguing and yukki brings up something like, “why don’t you stop putting so much gel in your hair, some of it seeped into your brain and now you’re all stupid!” to karasu and the room goes silent.

otoya giggles a bit and before y’know it karasu it biting back with, “yeah? at least i can see! ken-yu see?! how ‘bout that?!”

yukki is shocked and otoya is just laughing to himself watching this unfold and now, karasu has yukki’s contact changed to “ken-not see”.

tabito karasu:

— tabi

such a cute name for a manly guy. you call him this often and he seems to like it. sometimes he likes it so much that he won’t respond if you call him “tabito” or “karasu”

he’ll only respond if you call him ‘tabi’!!!

and only from you!! like if his friends call him ‘tabi’ he’ll ignore it because it’s special and only for you to use.

— tiramisu

the two of you were playing around with words and you somehow managed to connect the word ‘tiramisu’ to his full name.

the ‘t’ is taken from ‘tabito’, and ‘tiramisu’ rhymes with ‘karasu’ hence this ridiculous but funny nickname came to be.

— kraasu

like just imagine the typos you make when you text him and one day ‘kraasu’ popped up and you haven’t let it go ever since.

i guess it’s also an easier way to say ‘karasu’ it’s basically just shortened to ‘krasu’ y’know!

eita otoya:

— ei

he doesn’t really mind it, but it’s cute. just ‘ei’.

— toyota

he frowns a little when people call him this but he doesn’t stop them. it’s like a playful name for ‘otoya’.

sometimes people confuse his name as ‘toyota’ like the car too so!

— yoda

if you take his last name ‘otoya’ and just merely play around with it and mix up the letters to ‘yota’ it sounds just like ‘yoda’!

and it suits him (???) because of the green in his hair just like the actual yoda from star wars!

shouei barou:

— sho/shou

simple. short. easy.

barou likes it when you call him this, it’s cute and he replies to this name.

— baron bunny

kinda like amber from genshin💀 i’m so sorry if you don’t play but basically there’s a character who has these bombs that explode and she calls them baron bunny.

idk i just thought barou’s name is similar to baron when i first started bllk lolol

— barou, barou, kyun!

LMAO nagi and isagi will not let this ago during that blue lock selection games. when you started dating barou and met with his friends from bllk they were quick to tell you about how barou acted during their time in blue lock.

nagi having a fever dream about barou being a maid and isagi adding on to it with barou wearing a maid costume and chigiri would’ve done his makeup with bright red lipstick.

it’s funny to think about…

oliver aiku:

— oli

sometimes he doesn’t like it because of oli london😭 but it sounds so nice and the way it rolls off your tongue makes him melt so he forgets about that cursed koreaboo and just loves when you call him this.

— ai/aiku

he especially loves ‘ai’ because it translates to ‘love’!

so it’s kinda like you’re calling him ‘love’ when you call him ‘ai’ ugh he just loves it.

— captain

you joke around and call him this when he tells you to do something.

“y/n, could you get more of my protein snacks from the store later?” “yes, captain.”

“y/n, could you help to time my runs today?” “of course, captain.”

it doesn’t faze him, he’s so used to being called captain by his teammates that he doesn’t really care.

michael kaiser:

— micha

pronounced as ‘mika’. it’s cute, he smirks a little when you call him this.

— kai

i guess he likes this too! it’s simple and easy to pronounce.

— liebling/schatz

he loves when you call him any of these names. any german term of endearment, he just loves it.

he’ll also call you this too, and so you picked it up from him and begun calling him these lovely names too!!!

gin gagamaru:

— ginnie

he smiles sooo wide his eyes close when you called him this for the first time. he didn’t know how much he loved being called a nickname until it slipped out of your mouth!

“you’re calling me that? that’s so cute…” he mutters, all smiley and giggly.

i guess there are two pronounciations for this. it could be “ginnie” with a g, or like “jinnie”!!!

— gaga/lady gaga

he was confused at first like “who is lady gaga” until you explained to him and he likes it!

he thinks it’s silly and cute.

— gin

short and sweet. he likes his name already but he loves it even more when you call him this. it just melts his heart and he just loves you so much :,)

end.

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hazelfoureyes · 7 months ago

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Coven: @fraugwinska @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes @macabr3-barbi3 @synamartia (banners by Syn!)

Masterlist for Kinktober (Thank you Syn!)

Kinktober 2024 - Day 25ish - Role Reversal

Val fucks up Angel’s filming so Angel fucks Val’s top.

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「warnings/promises: TopAngel x BottomVox, first time anal for Mr. V, Praise kink, safe sex. Insults to Val, filming the deed, ruining suits」

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MDNI 📸 🍑

HUNGOVER, SORRY! NOT COMING. 💋

Vox and Angel got the same text at the same time, looking down at the sound of the ding to see Valentino’s message. It was paired with a photo of him in a strange bed, someone’s head on his chest while he blew a kiss to the screen.

“Val,” Vox groaned, hand swiping down his screen as Angel just sighed and let his body fall into the back of the elevator.

A second ding, both men looking in tandem.

IN TO WORK. 💦 😜

“You got that too? Why does he always gotta do this shit?” Angel’s fist hit the metal in frustration. “Bad enough he’s not comin’, I don’t gotta see his latest victim.”

“Hey, at least you get a day off. I have to handle his shit and mine now.” Every time one of the Vees didn’t show up for work, he got the raw end of the deal. Val was the worst at it, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

“But I actually wanted to work today! He fuckin’ promised me I could film my first toppin’ shoot. He’s done this crap like, five times already.” Angel whined. Val continually held over his head the opportunity to star in a role where he wasn’t on his knees or wobbling home after. Every single time he was scheduled to film his first top role, Val ended up either a no-show or suddenly deciding he needed a change of plans. “Last time he said he said the vibes were off so I couldn’t shoot.”

“Yeah well, I don’t know what to tell you. That’s Val. Always fucking people over.” Vox closed the messenger and opened Slack. Angel watched Vox’s blue nails tap rapidly on the screen.

“You don’t seem too peeved.” He mused.

“You get used to it. Getting angry won’t make the work easier.” Vox let out a tired sigh, the lines under his eyes multiplying with little glitches to his face. “Not that I wouldn’t love to give him a taste of his own medicine. Just like, not show up for work one day and see how he fucking handles it.” Phone pocketed, he looked over to see Angel grinning down at him. “What?”

“Someone should give him a taste of his own medicine.” Angel leaned into Vox’s shoulder, arm coming to slip behind his back, “Doncha think?”

Angel had decided in that moment he was going to fuck that television.

Vox audibly gulped, “I was just bitching. I don’t think Val would even notice if I didn’t show up to work.”

“Probably not. But,” the elevator opened to the studio and one of Angel’s famously long legs jutted forward to stop it from closing, “maybe it’d do him some good to get a similar kinda text. I mean, he left you to do his work. And left me to film... Technically,” Vox’s blue face began a soft pink glow as Angel’s hand came to rest on his ass. With a devious chuckle he pulled his foot back in and let the doors close, “We got all we need right here to get the job done.”

When Vox could only choke on his own spit and wave his arms around looking for a response, Angel took the opportunity to turn him around and press him into the far wall. “Alls I’m sayin’ is, wouldn’t it be funny?” Two hands angled the media mogul’s screen up to meet his eyes, “Just put your little key in that there slot and take us up to your penthouse. Snap a few pics from bed, tell him no worries we got it handled here.” Angel practically sang the suggestion.

Vox dabbed at his casing, sweat dripping down in pixels. A smirk pulled to the left as he laughed with a false confidence, “Uh, ha, he’ll kill us.”

“Oh? He can kill the big bad leader of the Vees?” Angel pulled the bow tie undone. He hummed, he was surprised it wasn’t a clip on. His sure as shit was.

“No, not without a fight at least but-,” Vox stammered.

“Buuuut?” Angel used a slender finger to pop the top button off of Vox’s shirt. The doors opened again and Angel pressed the ‘close door’ button. “How about I put it in for you? We can just say it was all my fault.” The wiggle of his brows made Vox avert his gaze. Faux grumbling as he set the key in Angel’s waiting palm, deciding he wasn’t really agreeing to anything yet.

The spider sinner whistled when the penthouse opened up before him. Val never let him up to Vox’s area, his apartment was in the studio space and that counted as cohabitation enough for Val’s ego.

“So,” Vox’s hands were in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels, “Just a few pictures right? To ruffle his wings?”

Without looking back at him, Angel nodded. He could already see Val seething when he got the pictures, “He’ll probably drive straight into the lobby.” He hopped down the steps into the sitting space, “again.”

“He really shouldn’t be allowed to drive.”

“Shouldn’t be allowed to do most things he does.” It was said quietly under the star’s breath, “Where’s the bedroom? This place is massive.”

There was a hesitancy to the way Vox moved through his own home. Angel made him nervous and always had. The sinner commanded a presence no matter where he went, a talent Vox worked hard to manufacture. Yet for Angel Dust, it was effortless. Even the way he moved was entertaining. Prettier than the sharks he had downstairs, no, more akin to a glorious betta moving through it’s tank.

“Alright let me try my hand at directing. I’m thinking you on your hands and knees, and maybe we can put the camera over here,” Angel scrambled across the round bed and pulled out his phone, setting it on the built-in bookshelf of the bed’s headboard.

“Woah now, I’m on my knees?” His eyebrow arched, “I don’t get on my knees.”

With a huff, Angel sat crossed legged in the center of the bed, “Okay? How do you normally like to take it?”

There was a long pause. Vox staring at Angel incredulously, Angel staring at Vox with an increasingly frustrated confusion.

“I don’t. I’m a top. Obviously.” Vox shined his nails on his suit lapel, suddenly noticing his bow tie was undone. Embarrassed, he pulled it off and walked to the closet to hang it up. He’d been too entranced by Angel’s teasing earlier to realize what had happened.

“Okay do you not have your ears plugged in or somethin’? I told you, I was supposed to top today. That’s the joke. We’re pretendin’ we’re filmin’ without him.” He looked at Vox like he was stupid, which Angel was quickly beginning to think was the case. He had to lean back on his hands to see the other man, neatly putting his bow tie on a rotating stand of nearly identical other bow ties.

Vox turned his monitor away from Angel, hiding the returned pink hue burning into his screen. He had thought about it before… not being topped, but having both sets of Angel’s hands on him. Val often showed him his personal videos when he was high, Angel was always so inviting looking. But Vox was a nerd before, err, still was, but he knew how things worked, pretty people spent time with pretty people.

And Vox had never been one of the pretty ones. He was, of course, the geek. Money brought power though and power got you nearly anything so, he wasn’t too bitter anymore.

It was obvious he was stalling, Angel could see his hands weren’t even moving anymore. He was just standing in the corner of his walk-in closet.

“Sooo are you chicken shit or what? Come on, I don’t bite without pay so you’re safe.”

Puffing his chest with false bravado, Vox spun around and sauntered to the bed, “Chicken shit? I own this tower. I own the network we’re sending these photos through. I’m not scared.” The tiniest crack of his voice in the last word as his knees hit the bed and Angel’s body bent further back. He looked like a pin up. In life he’d never been so lucky to get a partner so picturesque.

Normally, when Vox felt envy, he would mask it with disgust. Sneering at the beautiful sinners floating around Val, grimacing when Alastor’s name popped up, rolling his eyes at the ubiquity of Carmilla’s products.

But as he settled down in front of Angel, the dirty tricks failed him. There was no envy to be had now. The star was sitting spread on his bed, wiggling his hips and instructing him.

Oh fuck Angel was talking.

Vox tuned in for just the last part, “Playin’ director is fun!”

He nodded. Angel stared.

“Val can’t see for shit and you apparently can’t hear…. Turn around, it’ll look better with me behind you.”

Vox’s mouth opened and his finger raised to argue but Angel’s strong arms turning him around caught him off guard. It was… kind of nice. To be manhandled and manipulated.

He choked back some noise threatening to bubble up and let himself be set onto his hands and knees. When two of Angel’s hands gripped his hips and yanked him back to pressed his ass into the taller man’s crotch, his attempt at stifling the yelp made him sound like he was groaning against the friction. Angel mercifully just snorted a laugh and reached over him to adjust the phone.

Setting the timer, Angel posed as if he’d planned it. Which he had, while Vox has been standing silently in the closet. One hand formed a V that he let his tongue protrude through, one slid down Vox’s spine, and the other two gripped his waist.

“Look at the camera,” he said, but Vox just whined and further buried his face into his monochromatic white silk pillows. “You’re on camera all day, why are ya gettin’ all shy now?”

It was embarrassing and he couldn’t pinpoint why. He’d broadcast much more before, however this pose and this partner was making him uncharacteristically sheepish.

“Scared of Val seein’ ya enjoy yourself?” Angel knew exactly how to push his buttons.

With a seethed “fuck off”, Vox lifted his flat face to the camera, tongue snaking out from his plasma screen.

“Yeeeees!” Angel praised, sending a little pop of electricity to Vox’s core. “Ah but you’re too close now, can’t see your body.”

Angel backed up and then again pulled Vox by the hips into him. The move made the overlord’s knees buckle.

He entirely failed to stop his moan when his ass firmly sat onto Angel’s tiny lap.

Vox’s eyes shot up to the camera, watching Angel’s image there for any sign of recognition that he had heard the offending sound.

Had Angel been smirking before? He couldn’t remember…

Two soft hands roamed up his sides, “On second thought,” Angel had absolutely heard the wanton moan, “You’re right. This position ain’t so good. Let’s get ya on your back.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay.” Vox was uncharacteristically quiet, sitting up and then nestling himself into his bedding, knees to his chest like he’d never seen someone fucked in missionary before. He looked to Angel with a face that asked, ‘like this?’

Angel tested his new theory, “Good boy, just like that.” He watched Vox clench his eyes shut and nod.

He never found anything particular catching about Vox, never really thought about him outside of how he fucked Val when he was so much smaller, but something about making Val’s top lie under him was getting his blood flowing.

And when he grabbed those two knees Vox had drawn in and pulled them down and apart, he found the way Vox hid his face under his hands kind of cute.

Leaning over to take the phone, his lower stomach pressed into the other man’s, rubbing against his crotch with his own. Fiddling with the framing, he didn’t hear Vox’s muffled protests until he felt the soft space between them get harder and tighter.

“Oh,” Angel set the phone down, “Mista Vox. Is that a remote in your pocket or,”

“Shut it.” He groaned, “Just— just shut the fuck up. Take the fucking photos.”

He could. Or…

Angel sat back on his haunches and let one hand follow the outline of Vox’s growing erection through his pants. When Vox jumped, Angel pressed him back down by the chest.

“What a great idea, it’ll be even more believable like this. I’ll get ya nice and hard and we’ll take a few more shots.” Angel leaned down close and whispered into Vox’s neck, “Can I keep goin’?”

A nervous laugh, “Yeah whatever.” His vision spun as Angel’s fingers started again, palming him through his trousers softly. Playing it cool wasn’t working when his cock was getting so hard so quickly.

When he was fully tenting his pants, hands still over his screen, Angel cooed, “There ya go.”

Vox’s lip bled, red dripping down his frame, as he bit back a satisfied whimper.

But his hands flew down and body lifted off the bed as he felt his belt being undone.

“Can’t see my handiwork on camera, the black is flattenin’ everything out.” Angel yanked Vox’s pants down, cock springing loose and bouncing against the bottom of his button up.

Before he could protest further, as if Angel’s special skill was cutting him off, Angel’s hand stroked him twice.

Holding the phone up, hand still wrapped around his cock, Angel took several photos from between Vox’s thighs.

All the other man could do was groan and let his flat head fall back, eyes closing and focusing on the reality in front of him. The most successful pornstar in all of hell was gripping his manhood. No drugs or money necessary.

“How many times have ya seen me naked?” Angel asked, dropping the phone to the bed and letting his fingers glide over Vox’s slit.

A sharp gasp at the sensation, “I don’t fucking know. Dozens. Hundreds.”

“Exactly. And I’ve never seen ya naked once. Seems unfair.” His hand wrapped about the base and squeezed, “Anyways, I gotchu all worked up huh?”

A rhetorical question Vox ignored, choosing instead to let his hands grip the sheets. Hips rising up to chase Angel’s touch every time his hand swiped up his shaft.

It was… nice, Angel thought. Vox was reacting like a sensitive virgin and that was endearing. Angel hadn’t handled a virgin possibly ever.

“Ya really never bottomed?” The question hung in the air. “Hey.” Angel rolled his hips against Vox’s ass.

“What?!” He snapped, eyes opening again to glare at the sinner.

“Ever? Even when ya were alive?”

Vox shook his head. Angle hummed, rolling his hips now to the motion of his hand.

With slow and deep breaths, Vox stared at the high ceiling and let the shocks of pleasure run free throughout his system.

Val was always rushing through foreplay. Ah, not that this was foreplay! This was the main act.

Right.

This was…….it.

But it was nice to linger on hands instead of just shoving his cock in whatever hole Val offered up and fucking the discount sexed up moth man into a stupor.

“Do ya mind if I-?” Angel’s voice brought him back to hell. Angel was rubbing his cock through his tiny latex shorts, looking uncomfortable as he did so.

“Oh, yeah.” Vox sounded apologetic as he watched Angel pull himself free and begin jerking off at a catch-up rhythm. An odd tinge of something bitter bit his tongue.

He’d never been a selfish lover, if anything he took great pride in how much pleasure he got from pleasing others. What if Angel left the tower telling stories of how Vox just lied there like a dead fish?

Angel moaned when Vox leaned over and took his cock in his hand. “Mista Vox, look at you.” a sharp gasp as the other man’s hand squeezed like he had done, “So good. Fuck.”

They both felt Vox jump in reply.

“Donchu wanna,” Angel leaned back on two arms and fucked up into Vox’s fist, “feel it from the inside?”

Vox’s lips straightened as he focused on not answering.

“Slippin’ in and out. Hitting your spot nice and fast.” His hips quickened.

Vox watched Angel’s pink head poke in and out of his hand, sliding with the absolutely uncalled for amount of precum leaking out. Another loud gulp as his own hips began to rock in time.

“One of these nightstands must have a condom and some lube… imagine the pictures we could send then. Ooh, the video we could take!”

Angel’s words fell on deaf ears again, Vox fixated on the sight in his hands.

Swollen head rubbing him from the inside?

And it was so warm. And Angel would surely call him a good boy.

“Fuuuuck,” he whined, kicked his legs weakly before lying on his back and hiding behind a pillow, “Just fucking do it already!”

Angel froze, not expecting it to actually work. Clamoring to the right nightstand before Vox could change his mind, he found nothing but rolling bullets, loose pills, and a box of rhinestones.

“Not that one, mine. Left side.” Vox could tell by the sounds it was the wrong drawer. Angel made a mental note and leaned over to the left. Neatly arranged pre-torn condoms, various individual lube packets, and several stacked cock rings on a small suction cupped anal plug were waiting.

Another mental note before snagging a condom and two packets and returning to Vox’s ass. He pulled his pants mostly off and set to work.

“Seriously never? Like what about toys?” Angel poured the lube between Vox’s cheeks and let his fingers stop it from dripping past his hole. He needed to know how to approach this. If Vox was entirely virginal this would need a lot more patience.

Vox told the pillow his little experience with some fingers and plugs, allowing Angel to overhear it. Angel let two fingers press wide circles around Vox’s tight ring of muscle. He could work with that. Though it felt odd to be prepping someone else’s asshole for a change.

Angel’s hips shimmied, he was getting his topping part even if it wasn’t on set. There was something deeply satisfying knowing he was going to fuck Val’s …. What were they, anyway? Didn’t matter.

He pushed in one finger just to the first knuckle and let it sit there. Pulling out he repeated the action to lube up both the outside and inside of Vox’s entrance before sinking in down to his third knuckle.

Vox didn’t mind it much, a single finger felt intruding but didn’t hurt. The pull of his hole was still a novel sensation. He squeaked into his pillow-mask when Angel crooked his finger before beginning to move it in and out.

“Open your legs wider.”

Vox did it without thinking.

“Good boy.”

Angel watched Vox’s erection bounce against his lower stomach and smirked, he was going to be fucking with Vox for a long time with this. He withdrew his finger, gathering more lube and pushing two fingers in. Vox flinched, entrance burning slightly. Angel marveled at how strong he was gripping on just two digits. Who needed cockrings with a hole so tight?

Unconsciously he picked up speed as he imagined himself being squeezed like that. How long could he last? Vox’s knees hitched with the pace.

“Can ya take another finger?” One of Angel’s palms slid under Vox’s shirt and scratched its way back down. Vox nodded enthusiastically.

Angel opened the second packet of lube and rubbed it along his length with three fingers before tentatively wiggling them back into Vox. The three were difficult but manageable, him needing to be a little firmer.

He couldn’t get them in very far, barely halfway to the second knuckle.

It was only when Vox’s thighs began to twitch and his entrance soften did Angel withdraw his fingers and line himself up.

“Enough of the pillow. I don’t wanna fuck a pillow. Here,” he wretched it from Vox’s grip and handed him the phone, “I want ya to film okay? Show Val how good yous can take me.”

Another wave of precum dribbled out of Vox’s now painfully excited member. He held the phone up and used the screen to watch Angel do everything he was feeling happen. Angel rolled the condom down and lined up again.

Hot and round cockhead rubbing over his hole, catching as Angel pushed in with each pass, Vox’s hands were threatening to snap the phone in half with anticipation. Two hands gripped his blue toned thighs firmly.

“You weren’t kiddin’, huh?” Angel hissed.

Vox could only pant through the pain as he felt the widest part of Angel enter him.

Just past the glands, he paused and let Vox adjust.

Nearly painful, Angel struggled to keep from thrusting forward. After what felt like several minutes, Vox’s body went slack and Angel continued until he bottomed out.

Slowly he withdrew, the condom keeping him smoothed and gentle for Vox’s otherwise virgin hole.

The camera phone caught it all, meaning Vox didn’t miss a moment of his official deflowering. But phone was dropped and abandoned when Angel immediately began a languid but deep thrusting into him. As his body rocked with the force the phone fell forward onto his chest and slid down onto the bed.

Hands returned to the duvet to grip for stability, new and sensitive parts of him carved out with a slow determination.

The camera was still on and picked up Vox’s first unrestrained moan. The heat of the friction melted into white hot pleasure as Angel worked him open again and again.

“You’re doing so good for me Mista Vox,” Angel’s two free hands came to rest on either side of Vox’s head as he stared down at the flat faced prince, “taking me so well. How’s your first time bottoming? Feelin’ good?”

Vox thought the question was stupid, his cock was staining his shirt with a flood of precum and every time he was bounced off Angel’s cock he moaned like a slut.

“No need to answer, your shiny little cock is singin’ my praises,” His hand began pumping Vox’s swollen member again. “Can ya feel it? I’m deep in your guts now.”

He placed Vox’s hand over the bulge under his skin he was making as he moved his hips in tight circles.

“Fuck,” Vox thrashed under the porn star.

“I won’t last long. You’re squeezing me so much.” The breathless way Angel spoke was quickening the tension in Vox’s core. “Be a good boy for me and cum first, yeah?”

Angel giggled at how Vox tightened around him. “Oh I am lovin’ this praise kink, you betta not be within earshot of me for awhile.” Every thrust pushed Vox harder into the soft hand around his cock. And every withdrawal swiped over his g-spot and made him buckle in. “Come on, lets fuck up that fancy suit.”

Mouth open, Vox could only string together various lewd noises as he watched Angel Dust grunt and sigh above him.

Pretty.

Vox rushed out a warning seconds before cumming over Angel’s fist and ruining his suit. Cum was notoriously hard to get out.

His body humped up instinctively, weaker and weaker spurts coming as he followed his climax to its conclusion.

But after cumming, he found Angel’s dragging cock more and more imposing. His body was stiffer now and overly sensitive. Hyper aware of every poorly masked ridge making its way through him.

Both men regretted the latex when Angel came with a harsh and uneven pace. He drove as deeply as he could, condom expanding with his contained load. Vox whined, aware he was missing out on something.

Angel fought the urge to fall on top of Vox, pulling out to roll beside him. As Vox picked up the phone and sent himself the evidence of their productive morning, Angel dropped the condom into the right side drawer and closed it silently.

“Send the text!,” he hopped out of the bed in search of the bathroom.

“What should I say?” Vox kicked off the pants still hanging onto one leg.

Angel mulled it over, “How about, ‘Keepin’ the schedule!’ Or whatever you’d normally say back to him. Y’all are weird, I don’t know.”

Vox hummed, typing out, ‘I’ve got it handled, take your time.’ And sent the photo of Angel jerking him off.

“Done!” Vox laughed, “He’s going to fucking kill you, Angel.” He watched the reply messages fly in, silencing the notifications.

“Angel?” He sat up, naked like Pooh Bear and glazed like a donut, and realized he was alone. Angel was already hailing a cab and fleeing back to the hotel.

Both men sighed in a long distance union, “Worth it.”

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thatseventiesbitch · 11 months ago

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That '90s Show Part 2 Review

Overall, I'm giving Part 2 4.5 Stars out of 5!!!! I completely loved it, and thought it was an improvement from last season. I am now all the more excited for part 3, given what I know is still coming. 😜

If you're interested, here's my real-time reactions thread from Twitter (pinned to the top of my bio).

Stay tuned for my breakdown (warning: there be spoilers here):

The Good

The H U M O R continues to be the brightest spot for me. This is a genuinely funny show - I laughed out loud (okay, closer to howled if we're being honest) several times. It feels similar (though not identical) to T70S' brand of humor. I can tell it was made by the same people. This season, like last, Ozzie was my main man and had the one-liners that sent me the most but I can say the same for Jay, Gwen, Nate, and Leia too. And Bob. Oh hell, all of them! I'm sure I'll be reblogging my favorite moments for months to come while we wait for part 3!

The C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T is the other shining star for me. The first season was limited (disappointing?) in this regard - to be fair, they only had 10 episodes to introduce us to a whole new handful of characters and make us care about them, and they mostly did. But this season brought the depth I was looking for - and we're only halfway through! 🤯 We learn more about Jay's playboy past, and see how he's actively working to grow and change and do his relationship with Leia differently. Ozzie is humanized when he has his heart broken - and his friends are there to pick up the pieces 💔. Nate struggles with his feelings and relationship with Nikki all season, and by the end of episode 8 he seems to be grappling with still having real feelings for her that he can't move on from. Nikki's pregnancy scare really affected her, and not in the way one would necessarily expect. She ended part 2 feeling lost and unsure of her direction, or what she truly wants (and not her parents), for the first time in her life. Gwen's storylines were perhaps my favorite of all (I'm a big Gwen stan, okay?). I was impressed that they decided to 'go there' with the racism plot, and even more impressed at the frank conversation she had at the end of the episode with her white (and well-intentioned, but bumbling) mom. Was it perfect and resolved? No. I think that was kind of the point. Not to mention her navigating her first real feelings and her relationship (?) with Cole. And Leia, my lovely Leia - she is learning about communication, forgiveness, honesty - all with the gentle guidance of her family and her friends. And that's not to mention Red and Kitty, who had sweet, plot-driving storylines of their own. I loved their realization that they like their rut - but loved even more when Red was inspired to live every day like it's his last and pushed through his fears to go to Paris with Kitty 🥰. This longer season has afforded more 'filler-like' episodes for us to just hang out with the characters, and get to know them more intimately. What are their wants, fears, insecurities, innermost thoughts? We are getting there. We are really getting there. Let's see what 8 more episodes will bring!

BOB! Bob gets his own point, because I enjoyed him so much (and seeing him and Red eventually come together to be overprotective grandpas 🤣. I laughed so much at his relationship with Leia, how they were just chilling in the basement, how he wanted all the teen gos. And Gwen's "What the heck, do you tell your grandpas everything?" 😂

DONNA! I adore Donna Pinciotti (Forman?), always have, and I adore her even more in the '90s than I thought possible. I love seeing her as a mom and her relationship with Leia. More pls.

This season felt more '90s to me! They incorporated more '90s references and brought back the regular fantasy sequences that always set the original apart. Off the top of my head, I loved: Kitty's Carmen Electra fantasy/nightmare (😂), Leia's Lisa Loeb fantasy (🤣), the Macarena (that shit was e v e r y w h e r e in the mid-90s, man), the Mentos commercial, Jay and Silent Bob (Kevin Smith cameo!!! also, Leo's son???) and all of Kitty's '90s slang that she picked up from the kids at school 😂👏🏻

The guest stars! Mitch and The Angel returned from T70S, and I am a big Will Forte/that era of SNL stan so I thoroughly enjoyed his appearance, too (and know he's been involved on the OG series on the writing/production side).

Red's trains (callback to season 1 of T70S - whoa!!) 🥰

I thought they struck a good balance this season between those heartfelt, 'very special episode'-type moments that '90s sitcoms were infamous for, without actually being too sickly-sweet, ala a Full House or Girl Meets World type moment. Donna and Leia's interaction in Nikki's bedroom regarding the voicemail comes to mind, as well as the is-Nikki-pregnant storyline and Nikki and Nate's celebratory dance at the end 🤣.

Which reminds me - I thought Nikki and Nate's storyline was intriguing. I have always been sort of a fan of their relationship - I don't think it's as bad as some others seem to - but remain unconvinced that they're 'meant to be' or endgame or whatever. But I enjoyed watching them navigate their break-up this season and then reluctantly find their ways back to each other, though. We'll see where it goes in part 3!

I immediately noted (and was pleased!) that there was a Laurie mention and a Midge mention this season. Both very off-hand, but it was something I was curious about. Who will be next? Betsy Kelso? 😮

The Bad

For me, ngl, Topher Grace's (Eric) absence was really felt. It is definitely the kids' show now and a substantial storyline isn't one I'd ever expect, but gosh I missed him from the family scenes at the beginning (both those with Red & Kitty, and those with Donna & Leia). The silver lining is how the other characters continue to reference him - almost in every episode, really - and so we still learn things about him and his relationships to his wife, daughter, and parents through these mentions from other characters. There will always be a part of me that is crossing my fingers for another Eric appearance, though, and I think there always will be.

Kitty's characterization as an overbearing mother was overdone. To be fair, this isn't a deviation from the original show. This is how she was often written towards the end of T70S - overbearing, possessive of Eric, lashing out at Donna or feeling in competition with her. It was done for laughs, but it wasn't particularly funny to me (and never was) 🤷‍♀️.

Not enough Geia content for my 'shipper heart 😩. We got one boob touch 😂, and it is clear that Leia still prioritizes her friendship with Gwen above all else (I lol'ed when she worried Gwen was in jail and that she would have to commit a crime to join her) but I want more, damn it! Part 2 solidified for me that Geia is never going to be anything more than a crack!ship. 😰

Which reminds me - Jay and Leia are kind of 'meh' for me. They're fine, I don't dislike them together, and I do like how we're seeing them both learn and grow through their relationship but... it just inspires kind of lukewarm feelings, I guess.

There wasn't a lot of Sherri in part 2. I love Sherri. Hope to see more of her in the next part.

The Ugly

I am pleased to say that I can't think of anything!!! Fez was absent (although they didn't directly reference their break-up, Sherri is clearly single and on the prowl all season) but I didn't miss him (🤭). Ditto to Kelso and Jackie - although we did get one reference to Jay's dad and the Kelso family heirloom (aka porn). I would say the ugliest part is that I now have to wait until October for part 3!!!

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de4dlyniightshade · 1 year ago

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heyy :) erm im gonna fangirl really quick and then the request will be at the end incase you wanna skip to that part or anything, lol. okay so this is very much unnecessary and unasked for and blah blah but i don't care! i believe writers need to hear how much we appreciate them and their works because whew mama! ive been trying to write fics for like months and it actually is so horrible. i genuinely start to angrily vibrate bc my thoughts don't flow on the notes app. but i just wanted to say, nightshade, (ehehe that's so cheeky and silly for some reason) that i reallyyy love your work. its actually like horrific how much your writing just makes me so 😜😊🤭 i know you're not like a celebrity or anything, so it's gonna be weird with this like mini parasocial relationship thing, but please know your work has an impact !! a few months ago, i did something extremely bad and out of character while i was spiraling, and i decided that the best decision for me would be to quit using social media. (and beforehand i had quit using tiktok for like 7 months already and i wasn't that addicted to my phone but i still was consuming negative media) so, ofc, i stopped completely for a good month or so and only ever using youtube every now and then. buttttt, one of the first social media platforms i came back to first... was tumblr! it's actually so silly too because i only used tumblr like 4 times beforehand so i was quite new. but anyway anyway (im a yapper UGH) i really found that your posts had made me feel happy :) idk they kinda reminded me of myself before i went big bad that one time and it made me inspired to go back to how i used to be... u get me?? you're writing literally haunts my brain oh my lord it should be illegal to read your stuff because afterwards i literally have this crazy ass urge to read more and more and more. im lowkey an addict cause i be having my deadlynightshade withdrawals. the way you write is just so 😫 gosh, it's beautiful. i also love ur sillyness because like ME TOO. your random little posts are so me coded and i love it. YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😭 uhmm i just wanted to say thanks for being super cool and talented because believe it or not, the stuff you put out makes me really happy! (that was so melodramatic like mf they write about spencer being a pathetic pussy drunk bitch why are you saying it changed ur life?? its true tho.) erm yeah that's the end of that part i just again wanted to thank you 🙏 i wish we were friends SO BAD like you're actually awesome what the fuck.... but like how do u even become friends w ppl?? LMAO ERM ANYWAY 😍 can you write a blurb or h.c or something (honestly anything will make me happy) about valentine's day?? 🤭 basically spencer being SO FUCKING SHY because you can't stop touching his hands or hair subtly or like kissing his cheek leaving marks from lipstick or like getting him his favorite snacks/drinks/books/textures/ basically a gift that made u think about him?? ugh or him doing the same with you like him being the best fucking nerd boy ever and spoiling you so much like he goes ape shit spending well over his funds limit but it's worth it because it's you? or like sweet soft cutie pie sex? at the end of the day and he's like... Erm.. Pussy for 1 please! you were so pretty today... You always are-! (I'm mentally ill and writing this at 8:37 pm on a thursday night.)

this is. the sweetest shit anyone has ever said to me i actually cried ngl to you.

i'm genuinely so thankful for the little community i have created here i never expected such an insane amount of positivity and love from people just for the whack ass shit i write but that's probably just my perpetual self hatred and disbelief that people enjoy anything about me🤞

i think it's crazy how people on the internet who have never met me, don't know me, what i look like, or anything can treat me better than any of my friends have and i'll always be thankful for that.

ALSO! i love being called funny pls kiss me i never think i'm actually funny istg

i was also planning on writing a valentines fic ALREADY but this made me wanna write it even more as a thank you for this message it genuinely made my week(can't promise it ON TIME for valentines but i can try!)

i'm also so glad that my work and blog makes you happy, there's no privilege greater than making someone smile even when they don't feel like it</3

#📬 maeve's mailbox!#screaming crying throwing up #genuinely will think abt this for a long time #everyone deserves messages like this

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1lostsoul0fishbowl · 1 year ago

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13, 29, & 32 please ✨

Aww thank you bestie 🥰

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

Hoo boy. It’s a little different every time, but basically it goes…

- get the basic idea (which is usually just one scene I think will be funny or cute)

- think “okay but what could HAPPEN around this scene to make it an actual story?” This part takes a looooong time

- rough out a basic outline of the plot beats I want to hit

- start drafting

- if the story takes me in a different direction (they so often do!) then go back to the outline and figure out a) if I can get to my original ending, b) if so, how, or c) how do I change the ending to line up with the way I’m heading now?

- repeat steps 4 and 5 until rough draft is finished

- edit and proofread obsessively

- post and try not to check for ao3 emails every five minutes! 😜

29. Favourite villain

Ooo, I don’t know if I actually have a favorite villain! Based on my writing I guess I’d have to say my favorite villain is “Hawkins Lab” as a whole, although I did love the part in Little Help where El and Hopper get to put Dr. Owens in his place.

32. Most difficult character to write

MOTHERFUCKIN’ STEVE HARRINGTON. everyone loves him so much, and everyone has such strongly entrenched ideas of who and what he is, and I’m so afraid to write him “wrong”!!! I think the best I’ve ever done with him was in Lost and Found— it’s clear he loves the kids dearly but he also calls them brats and refuses to bring them on his karaoke date. I think that Steve was my favorite, well balanced between former-mean-girl and babysitter-mama-bear.

(Apparently I’ve written so much about Gareth that my phone automatically capitalizes Bear now lmao)

Writers ask game, send me some please! 💕

#ask losty #writers ask game

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alyjojo · 2 years ago

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Past Life 🗿 Karmic Spread August 2023 - Leo

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Female

Who You Were: Ace of Pentacles

What You Did: 7 Wands

How It Ended: The Hanged Man & The World

What Karma Was Brought With You: 8 Pentacles, Death, 4 Wands & The Hierophant

Who You Brought With You: 5 Cups

Additional energy: Knight of Wands

Past Life Oracle: Farm, Egypt, Baby

Dreaming Way: Ring & Stars

Charm:

Peridot 💚 on Queen of Pentacles

Gift 🎁 on 10 Cups rev

Fleur de Lis ⚜️ on Ace of Pentacles

Boujee Bottle 🤑 on Knight of Swords

Sagittarius ♐️ on Baby

Fish 🐠 on Stars

I don’t see you really liking this story, it’s not the sort people want to hear. I don’t pick what comes out. Sometimes…we’re just normal, average, and in your past life, that’s exactly what you were trying to avoid. Still are 💯 For you, I see Egypt here as just showing me Africa, you came from humble beginnings, farm & family, and did make something of yourself. This life is very recent, probably your most recent. Initially, career was very important to you, you had NO desire to continue living on a farm for the rest of your life. Was not even an option, and I see you chasing your dream, which was something surrounding human rights, specifically regarding law or laws against people. Your people. You were great at what you did, you felt this was your calling, making real lasting change where you could, and affecting the lives of people you care about for the better in a big way.

You did well for yourself financially and liked having that independence from a family or relationships. Eventually, you fell in love with someone very influential, probably relating to this same career oriented world, and you had a child. I get that you were forced or quietly manipulated to leave your career behind in favor of family life, it’s a karmic challenge you carry in both lives. Work or Family? You don’t seem to be able to have both, because you throw your entire self into whichever is your priority, and for you…it’s just not family life. In the past life, this was a heavy burden you carried for the rest of your life, you never really wanted to stop working, you always wanted to leave your family environment and felt like you were trapped in another one. Not that there was anything wrong with these people, you loved them, it just wasn’t enough for you and you longed for the life you had before.

Death was old age or natural causes, easy passing, and by the time you went you were more than ready, there could’ve even been an illness that progressively got worse, it was accepted for your own sake, by you and your family, that it was time. In this life, you are “the betrayer” of your family, or have been betrayed, by a partner, baby mama/daddy, the typical family dynamic has been shattered for/by you. Being 10 Swords it can be very painful, especially if this wasn’t your doing…I’m not trying to sound insensitive, this could be something that wounds you deeply and I’m over here reading it off of cards…hugs to you. Spirit shows this breaking apart of a family dynamic in this life as their gift to you. It’s what you wanted so badly last time around. Queen of Pentacles is how you’re being described, she is a multi-tasking master of many talents, financial & domestic, very practical and well suited for doing things independently. You could be a single parent. You’ve brought the same child from the past life, or one of them, they either have a dominant Sagittarius placement, or they’re generally free-spirited, philosophical, funny, like to debate as much as you do, and a little wild 🔥😜

Had you not ever had this reading, you still would’ve learned these lessons, 4 Swords is “your purpose” in this life. Healing ❤️‍🩹 You have a constant battle inside of you to WIN, feeling that family holds you back from achieving the most you can, but at the same time you’re not honoring these very deep & spiritual bonds that mean more than anything you could actually achieve without them. Simple to say but again, there could be some heart wrenching dynamics involved and I just don’t know. Spirit want you to appreciate family, even if you’re only working at a job that’s not glamorous, it’s normal, average, they’re saying it’s your pride that causes you to feel this way and an ego death is required…maybe several. Judgement here shows every life will continue having this lesson until you learn, it’s like Spirit is purposely holding you back in your career until you fully appreciate family & relationship dynamics.

BUT you’ve brought two other people with you as well. One is a lover that hurt you, or you hurt them, there were heavy conflicts and sadness involved with them. Could be the child’s parent, or you were/are with them while you’re younger in age. The second person, shown by Ring & Stars, with the Fish 🐠 is 100% your soulmate. Not from the past life, but definitely a divinely guided soul connection that is very romantic, loving, and fulfilling for the long term. You have to rough it for awhile solo, and by the time they come in you’re closer to learning how rewarding this simple, loving, everyday family life can be. It’s free will though, you still have big dreams and “boujee” materialistic tastes, if you decide career and big success is your top priority, I see that you can have it…at a cost. And a repeat. It feels like a choose your own adventure with one real answer, one big test. The last message here is Knight of Swords, in your past life you were a defender of people’s rights, and with that you have a sharp tongue and a cutting delivery of your messages. You still have that, and in this life it’s only shown as ridiculously high expectations and standards, snobbery & acting spoiled to some extent, like having to have Dior sunglasses on a Ray Ban budget, being “too good” for regular or affordable things. This is a behavior that is a big part of your shadow work and needs to be recognized & released in this lifetime. Material things means nothing if the people in your life are not happy, and you’re not feeling joyful with them, since that’s all money is really good for, is the lesson here. These things do not undermine the very difficult experiences you’ve undoubtedly lived through, for 4 Swords to be the purpose of this reincarnation, and it also doesn’t mean “never treat yourself” either, because fk that. Just…being more realistic & practical about it. Showing up as Queen of Pentacles, the financial, business running, credit building and “single parent or not, I got this” Queen, I assume you’ve already started realizing a lot of this for yourself 💙

#leo tarot reading #past life #karmic #karma #past life reading #august 2023 #Leo #tarot

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stokesy55 · 3 months ago

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Sure, we lose some of the funny things we've discussed, but this actually makes a lot more sense.

Noooo we don't have to cut down on the funny things! We just have to change them so it's OC omegas on the receiving end of Shubman's advances, or create different funny incidents! 😜

The lockdown IPL has quite a bit of potential for comedy, because they would have lived atop each other then. And since they're in quarantine, Shubman wouldn't even have been allowed to go to bars or clubs to pick up omegas like he usually does, nor would he be allowed to sneak omegas from outside into the hotel's bio bubble. That means he has to restrict himself to omegas associated with KKR to seduce. There would be omegas who work behind the scenes right-- makeup artists, media managers, etc? Shubman can always flirt with them. Maybe we can keep the flirting with sending cricket balls onto omegas' balconies thing Shubman does, but what can happen is, he means to send the ball onto another omega's balcony, but Tim or Eoin happen to be rooming next to that omega and the ball goes through their window by accident. Bonus if the ball has a crude message scrawled upon it. 🤭 Something like, "You're so sexy my zipper has fallen for you baby ;)" Or "You'll have that sexy body for a lifetime, I just want it only for tonight. 🥺"

Shubman is beyond horrified when he realises it's gone onto the wrong balcony xD and spends about half an hour apologising to Tim/Eoin. Bonus if THEY'RE the ones who get slowly charmed by Shubman, so when he comes to pick up his ball from their balcony they wink at him and tell him that they're up for it tonight. 🤭 Only if they're not bonded that is 😜

And hey, I never said that Shubman would stay away from playing omegas. It's just a situation where he's more cautious/guarded about his advances. If a playing omega gives him a hint that they're interested in him, he'll pursue them to the ends of the world! And I can see some playing omegas modelling themselves after VK, and have flings with every playing alpha who catches their eye.

Actually there's potential for a rare Shubman ship to happen during his KKR days: Shubman x Kuldeep Yadav. I have no problem headcannoning Kuldeep as an omega or beta. Plus they've been very close for a long time, and recently only there was a photo of Kuldeep kissing Shubman's neck. (Seriously, what is it with this alpha? How is every omega after him? 😫) But I can totally see Shubman x Kuldeep happening as a brief fling in KKR.

https://images.app.goo.gl/5jPBn3q6CEQJg1er7 ---- The image of Kuldeep kissing Shubman btw.

Also, Shubman/Hardik has been discussed a lot on here, and I can totally see that happening too, they were very cute at Gujarat together, as well as during the international season. Hardik is a renowned manwhore so I can definitely see him being infatuated with the handsome young alpha and rubbing up against him right from their first meet. Shubman is not going to complain, and before Hardik knows what's happening, Shubman is tossing him over his shoulder and carrying him to his bedroom to fuck him raw.

So Shubman is definitely not averse to having flings with playing omegas, provided they're the ones who approach him and give him explicit consent.

Also, if we want Yashasvi to be exposed first-hand to what a playboy Shubman is, we can definitely have that happen as well. Maybe Shubman has been stringing along four-five omegas and all of them find out about each other in a whole dramatic scene that the entire Indian team is witness to? Or Yashasvi being kept awake the whole night because Shubman's omegas can't stop squealing and screaming is also perfect. Essentially, enough incidents have to happen to convince Yashasvi that Shubman leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes and it would be in his best interests to keep away from him.

Or maybe wait, Shubman/Hardik is a thing that happens, doesn't it? Maybe all three of Shubman, Yashasvi and Hardik are on a tour together-- Yash's debut probably. One morning at breakfast, not just Yashasvi but the entire team see Hardik come down to the buffet, limping heavily, his neck covered with hickeys, sitting down with difficulty. He's leaning onto Shubman the whole way, and Shubman can't keep a smirk off his face.

Yashasvi is so confused because last afternoon, he saw Shubman cozying up to a random chick in a restaurant, and he assumed they were dating. Now Hardik is the one limping and Shubman is looking proud of himself and it doesn't need a genius to piece the matter together. When he whispers to VK, the older rolls his eyes and goes, "Oh, Yash, don't tell me you thought Shubman was a one-omega alpha!"

Yeah - these things can definitely work!

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zepskies · 17 days ago

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ehehe I know I'm on the right track if I can make you laugh, Wayne! 😂💜

Ah yes, classic man with his "I'm fine." He'd probably still say, halfway through bleeding to death 😂

😆😆 Dean:

Hahaha such a good point! Hard to argue with that 😆

lol right? If he's not complaining about someone else driving his Baby, then something's clearly amiss. 😂

Yup, and have Sam stich you up with tooth floss, right, big boy? 😂

ahhaha "big boy" took me out, but yeah that floss is really gonna cut it 😂

While she's filling out his form, I had Ross and Joey in my head, too 😂

omg YES, that's the idea lmao. And you found the kidney stones gif!! 🤣🤣 I raise you with:

Awww, yeah ❤️‍🩹 But that's such a good point! Since Dean survived the finale and nothing ever happened in that barn, he has to face his mortality in a way. The "Fuck, what happens when I'm old and wrinkly" phase 😅

Quite literally all of that (glossing over 15x20 like જ⁀➴), and I just like the grounded humanness of Sam and Dean having to deal with the potential resulting health issues from decades of hunting, getting knocked out and stitched back together again, living on the road, etc. 😂

The ending was so wholesome! And I imagined the reader from Midnight Espresso. She was so warm, caring, stubborn, and sassy, too. Totally gave me the same vibes! 😭💜

You know how to get me all warm fuzzy like, friend! loll I'm so glad this made you think of the Midnight Espresso-verse. 🥹💜💜 She's very much all of those things, and like Dean, a natural nurturer, so he has someone in his corner really looking after his wellbeing in the "healthy and cared for" sense. Not just the "ya good?" 😂

Oh, Beau... Not the prostate exam 😂🫶 Btw, I loved how you switched up the different doctors for each of them! The kind of doctor fit their personalities so well too and made it even funnier 🤣

ahaha I thought it was fitting for him!! 😝 Aw thank you for pointing that out! I try to fit each situation with what's best for the character, and on this one I felt like showcasing different kinds of medical situations would be a fun way to do that. For some reason Beau always gets the (hopefully) funny everyday domestic issues 😆

Aaaah, I love that you incorporated this!!! Totally sounds like something he'd do too. Probably Jenny, Denise, and Cassie heard the same thing. He went on about it for days lmao

You've been on a roll recently giving me such good tidbits! lol Omg yeeeees he'd be complaining the whole week of post-man flu, probably even asking Denice if she can spy anything weird down his throat 🤣

Ugh, so true... Been trying to get my husband to go to one (and also been trying to get him to have a weird mole checked out for ten years. The argument: it hasn't changed in all that time, so it's probably fine 🙈😂)

oh my Goooood - men. 🤣 He needs to get that checked out! And isn't/wasn't he a military man? What's he afraid of?? 😂

Dead 💀🤣🤣🤣 (And on a side note: that aspect should be more featured in fics lol)

*snorts* not gonna lie, I was pretty proud of this line lmfao (idk why it's the first time I've referenced that kind of thing - maybe bc I'm not personally turned on by it that much, but I agree that it's a legit thing that isn't focused on as much in fanfic lol)

Oh, I'd make so many jokes when he comes back. Probably buy him donuts and other hole-shaped treats 😆

DEAD. Deceased. 🤣🤣 But I love how your mind works lolll. HC that she "rewards" him by buying him a dozen 🍩🍩🍩

Fuck, Alex... Ben fucking killed me! The fact that you picked a therapist was just hilariously delicious 😂

Girl I haaad to! 😜 Like, he would never go to the doctor anyway because he probably doesn't get sick enough to have to go, but a therapist? He definitely needs that appointment lol (or 12)

So true! I imagine it's hard staying level-headed with this man-child when he throws a tantrum. You almost have to talk louder to get through all of his white noise 🙈

Literally! It's like trying to be heard while a vacuum is going off. 🙄

But I'm really glad you thought his behavior in this was in character lol. He's kind of tricky as a character, but also predictable in some ways 🥲

That broke my heart a little, although it's so true 😭❤️‍🩹

Oh yeah, I broke my heart a little too on that one. 💙 I feel like that would be one of the few ways to get through to him in this situation.

Pffff 😂 Reminds me a little of that Rick & Morty episode where Rick refuses to go to therapy. I already feel bad for that psychiatrist 😆

LOL oh yeah, definitely feel bad for Dr. David on this one. He's gonna get an earful 😂😂

And of course Russell, much like Dean, is too "tough" for a doctor. A bullet wound you say? Nah, totally heals itself lol

Michelle said it in the comments -- there's a reason why women live longer in general lmfaooo

Hahaha I fucking knew she was checking him for injuries! Would've done the same thing 😂🫶 (Also, Russell, what did you expect? Sex? In this condition????)

Oh 100% she was after she clocked the way he was coming in 😂😂 (Russell's clearly an opportunist! 😆)

Again:

You need a hospital not a hardware store, you big idiot!!! God 😂🙈

LOL this comment had me deadd 💀

But he's got pliers! And dental floss! And an old bottle of whiskey in the trunk! (which functions as both disinfectant and a pain reliever: 2-in-1!) 😝

Yes, honestly, please quit. I wouldn't be able to sleep dating that man. What if he never comes homes from a job? 😢😭💔

Right?? It would be so heartbreaking. Ooh or the angst of an "almost." 😬 I actually have a long distance relationship Jacklesverse bingo square that I think I'm gonna have to use on Russell 😅❤️‍🩹

And I'm really curious what her punishment would've been. I'd make him eat veggies only for a month. That would break him 😂😜

lmfao that'll do it! No meat or sweets? He'd break for sure. I can hear him already, half desperation and half his usual self -

"Sweetheart, man can't live on spinach alone. That's how you get kidney stones." 😆

These were all so wonderful and so effing funny, friend! You nail these HC every time!!! ☺️💜

Awww you're amazing, thank you!!! 🥰 I honestly love doing these HCs! It's always a nice little creative reset for me. I'm so happy that you enjoy them! 💕

HEADCANON: Doctor's Appointment

HC: How would Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw react when you try to take him to the doctor?

Pairings: Dean x Reader || Beau x Reader || Soldier Boy x Reader || Russell x Reader

AN: This one is a request from my lovely friend @spnbabe67 over on Patreon! 💜

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, literal man children, medical stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, hints of spice, fluffff

Dean Winchester

"I'm fine."

Ah yes, the same two growly words you've heard for an hour already.

"You're not fine," you testily reply. "You're not even 'Winchester fine.' You wanna know how I know? I'm driving the damn car right now!"

Dean shoots you a warning look.

One, you can tell he wants to say watch it on how you talk about his Baby.

Two, he doesn't want to admit that you're right.

He shifts in his seat with his arms crossed, trying to cover up a wince. It's the only tell that he's uncomfortable, even in pain, other than the fact that you've managed to hijack his car and take him to this damn doctor's appointment.

Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's been in a doctor's office for a genuine ailment, and not just trying to fish for information while impersonating some form of law enforcement.

That's because he's more of a "pour some whiskey on it," patch it up, and forget about it kinda guy.

And if we're talking about hospital stays, then that's usually a "one step away from death's door" kind of visit.

But when you first noticed something was off with Dean (confirming with Sam on the side of your suspicions), you did your damnedest to convince the man that he should see a doctor.

You even make the appointment for him as convenient as possible, around midday, so he doesn't have the excuse of it being too early to disturb his morning, or too late to mess up his afternoon.

Dean is a grumbly grizzly bear who only rolls his eyes in the waiting room when you offer him the clipboard to fill out his medical history.

"This is stupid," he says. "It’s probably just gonna clear up in a week or so anyway."

"You don't know that," you say. And you heave a sigh. Sometimes this man requires every last ounce of your ever-thinning patience.

You reclaim the clipboard and do this part for him too, filling out his fake-ass insurance information with his fake-ass name.

You detail his history and current symptoms to the best of your ability, and you make sure to jot down certain visits to free clinics in his past that he'd probably gloss over.

When the nurse opens the door and calls him back to see the doctor, Dean still glances over at you, mostly annoyed. But underneath, you sense his hesitation.

You slip your hand into his and get up with him. You grace a kiss over his knuckles — a moment of solidarity — and you go with him to one of the back rooms.

You later have to bite your lip against the vindicated urge to say I told you so.

The doctor informs Dean that he likely has a kidney stone.

If possible, Dean is even more sour the whole car ride home. He's convinced all the vegetables you've been trying to get him to eat are the culprit.

"This is what I get for eating fucking rabbit food," he grumbles. He levies a finger at you. "See? I told you. Nothing good comes of it."

"Right," you snort. "Zucchini is what's got you're, uh, pipe all blocked up."

But seeing the disgruntled look on his face, you remember just how much pain he's been trying to cover up for the past week. How many times you've found him hunched in the bathroom, dreading a piss.

You reach over and try to soothe him, gently stroking his thigh.

"It's okay, baby. We'll get the official test results soon. In the meantime, just keep drinking lots of water and get some actual rest."

"Whatever," he mutters.

But underneath the embarrassment, the shit, I'm getting old bit cropping back up again, and the Dean Winchester quirk of not wanting to be fussed over, not wanting to be seen as weak or ridiculous — what finally surfaces past all that is you.

Specifically, how much you push him to take care of himself.

Besides Sam, you're the only one who manages to keep him in check, the only one who cares that much, that you'd literally try to steal his car.

Yeah, I love you tends to cut through pretty much all the other bullshit.

Dean might not always express it words, but he does it now, taking your hand off his lap and pressing a kiss to your wrist, right over your pulse point.

You briefly take your eyes off the road to glance over at him, smiling. He's going to be out of commission for a while until this little problem clears up, in more ways than one.

The great Dean Winchester.

Beats Death itself, too many times to count.

Felled by pebble in his...well...proverbial shoe.

You try to hide your amusement, if not your affection. You bite your lip hard.

"Shut up," he warns, even though his lips twitch upward.

Your snort of laughter escapes before you can reign it in.

Beau Arlen

Beau is resistant at first, but he's probably the easiest to wrangle into seeing the doctor, whether it's yearly checkups or a man flu gotten out of control.

("You know what, my throat still feels weird on the left side, especially when I swallow. Feels scratchy and, uh, kinda hurts. You think I should get it looked at? What if it's laryngitis, or pneumonia, or God forbid, throat cancer. I mean, throat cancer, honey! That's nothin' to laugh at.")

You wish he'd have that "proactive" mentality with other areas of his health too, like not overworking himself at the precinct.

But when it comes to one exam in particular, he's your typical male of a certain age.

No matter how many times you remind him and write down the appointment on the calendar stuck to the fridge so he doesn't forget, he conjures some excuse for why he couldn't make it.

At first it's begrudgingly amusing, but by the third time, you're concerned, and even annoyed that he isn't taking his health more seriously.

"Look, I know it's not exactly pleasant, but this stuff is important. You gotta take care of yourself," you say.

You know you don't have to remind him that he has a daughter, but you will pull that card if you have to.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, uh..." Beau trails off, hands on his hips. He doesn't know what to tell you to make you understand how much he'd rather not go to this appointment.

"It's just a prostate exam, babe. I'll bet it's not half as invasive as a pap smear," you say wryly.

Beau shakes his head at you. "That very well may be, but believe you me, no man wants a latex finger up his..."

You raise your brows and tilt your head with a smile. "Well, you know. Some guys actually—"

Beau waves a hand at whatever you were going to say next.

"You know what, forget I said anything. I'd rather just live my life not knowing what's down there. Really, I'm good."

You utter a laugh, but you sidle up to him and grasp the open edges of his jacket. You turn your face up to him with a more sensuous smile.

"You don't mind when I do it," you tease.

Beau actually blushes. His cheeks and the tips of his ears tinge pink.

He clears his throat, his hands settling on the curve of your waist.

"Well, that's different," he says. His voice pitches lower, his green eyes taking on a slight mischievous gleam. "You're just teasin' the cave. You're not looking for coal."

Laughter bursts out of you like a gut punch. Your forehead falls against his chest as your entire body shakes with giggles.

Beau wraps you up in his arms. He tries and fails to temper his grin, even though his cheeks are still burning.

"All right, fine. I'll go," he says. "But I don't want to hear a damn peep out of you when I get back."

Soldier Boy (Ben)

(Oh, good fucking luck on this one.)

Ben rarely, if ever, gets sick. Of course, he's also nearly invulnerable.

However, you've been trying to get him to see a different kind of medical professional.

"Excuse me?" he growls. The first time you suggest it, he dismissed the idea with a roll of his eyes, thinking you were just trying to get a rise out of him. He doesn't appreciate you bringing it up again. "You better be fucking kidding."

"Ben..." You try to ply him with a gentle hand on his arm, but he shrugs you off, too irritated to curb the impulse.

"I'm fucking crazy, is that it? That what you're trying to say?" His voice raises, notch after notch. "I don't need a goddamn shrink!"

"I didn't say you were crazy!" you say. It's hard not to match his volume, but you manage to stand your ground while he huffs and puffs and eventually storms out.

You get discouraged and frustrated yourself, but you cling to every scrap of patience you can muster up for this man.

It's gonna take a few tries.

You start to suggest that maybe he should start easing up on the weed and the booze too.

Any time he snaps at you, you remind him that for as much shit as you've put up with him so far, this is the kind of shit that'll send you packing. Leaving his ass. For good.

He volleys back with empty words. "Fine, fucking leave."

You know they're empty, because every time you've called his bluff and packed a bag, he stops you.

"All right, enough. You've proved your fucking point."

After that, he tries to cut back on the booze, at least. He watches you pour out the Grey Goose and the Patrón.

Fucking fine by him. He's lost the taste for vodka, let alone that frilly French shit, and the cheap tequila.

But choking off the vein of one vice just makes another twice as strong.

Ultimately, it doesn't fix the problem either.

There's the time Ben blows a hole in the roof of your house (after a nightmare, he refuses to admit).

And there's a second time too. A third close call, and Ben pushes you clean off the bed so you won't get hurt.

If that didn't do it, he finally gets the picture after the second pink line appears on that white stick.

It now lies on your nightstand while you and Ben lay tangled together, bare skin against bare, flushed, sweaty skin.

A celebration, if you will.

His big hand lies splayed over your belly, protective, possessive, and deep down...grateful.

You glance up at the patched ceiling. Ben follows your gaze. His contentment fades into a frown, just like yours.

Both of you are thinking the same thing, if in different flavors of concern. Anxiety. (Guilt.)

"It's different now. You know that, right?" you say quietly. "If we're going to do this, you and me together, then I need you to protect us. Protect us from you."

At this point, you know he won't see a psychiatrist for his PTSD; not if it's to help himself (God forbid he admit that he needs it).

But if it's to protect you and your child, his own child...

Ben swallows a few acidic ounces of his pride.

Despite every cell in body that fights against it, he gets in his car the very next day and shows up for the appointment you made for him with Dr. David.

("What kind of quack fucking doctor goes by his first name, anyway? Christ.")

After the first couple of painfully awkward sessions, it's not so bad, Ben discovers.

He has a willing (heavily paid) audience for all of his stories from "the good old days."

Every gushy detail.

Russell Shaw

Russell is always quick to give reassurances, to downplay, to tell you that he's good.

But the day he comes home from a job with his bag hanging from his fingertips, almost dragging on the floor, his movements stiff as a rail — your heart sinks into your stomach.

"Hey, baby," he greets you tiredly, even tries to kiss you, but you're too busy running gentle hands over his arms and chest. Searching.

"Hmm, someone's missed me. Miss Handsy-yy-ahhh..." His playful quip dies the moment you find it.

Under his jacket lies the shoddy patch job on the bullet wound in his arm, located a few inches below the shoulder, just barely hidden by his sleeve.

"What the fuck is this?" you snap, half in anger, half in worry as tears spring hot in your eyes.

Russell immediately goes into damage control, soothing a hand down your arm and meeting your gaze.

"Hey, I'm okay. It's just a graze."

"Yeah fucking right. You're still bleeding!"

"Ehh, yeah, but no biggie. I've got some tools in the car—"

"No! We're going to the hospital."

"Sweetheart—"

"Right now! Let's go."

The man doesn't have the heart to argue with you too much after that. He knows he should've taken proper care of this before he got home. He really just wanted to, well, get home. To you.

But he regrets scaring you. He regrets making you worry.

He brushes the tears from your eyes and is grateful you don't ask what happened. He can't really tell you, even if he wanted to. His contract work with Horizon keeps his lips sealed for your safety, above all other reasons.

Only now does he begin to realize just how fucking unfair that is.

It really hits him when you sit with him for an hour and a half in the Emergency Department, waiting after the guy who fell off his moped, a kid with a little green army man stuck up his nose ("Hey, retro," Russell whispers to you), and a lady who can't seem to stop hiccuping.

Russell takes in a deep breath. He leans over to your ear.

"You know, we could just fix this up at home. A little needle and thread and some alcohol. Perfect First Aid kit," he says.

You narrow your gaze at him. "We're waiting to see a doctor. And don't think I'm done with you. When we get home, prepare to get punished."

A little smirk tugs at his lips. He brushes said lips across the back of your ear. "What am I, a little kid?"

You smile slightly as well.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me when you're hurt and try to cover it up like a little kid, that's how I'm gonna treat you."

Russell chuckles. His hand slips over your thigh.

"Gotta say, I'm kind of liking the sound of punishment. What'd you have in mind, sweetheart? Gonna spank me?"

And he's willing to give you more ideas.

You roll your eyes. Despite wanting to remain strong, his touch, the sensation of his lips brushing your ear sends a shiver curling down your spine.

"Oh, you just wait."

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milawritesstuff · 2 years ago

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hey lovely 🫶🏼 i wanted to request a pedri smut where they go somewhere and reader is jealous of some girl that flirts with pedri and when they get home he lets her take the control in bed

A/N: hope you like it. 😜

Warnings: ⚠️ smut

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You sat there scrolling through your phone while Pedri finished an interview. You occasionally looked up and he would smile and wink at you. But you were annoyed. The interviewer kept on putting her hand on his thigh whenever he said something funny or even when what he said wasn’t funny.

You looked up again as she began to laugh and you saw how she leaned in against your boyfriend and patted his thigh. He smiled and looked down at her hand. You rolled your eyes which he caught a glimpse of.

You didn’t know why you had agreed to come with him if they always did this. It’s like it was a challenge for them when they realized he had a girlfriend.

The interview was finally over and Pedri walked over to where you were sitting.

-Ready to leave?- he asked standing in front of you.

You put your cell phone in your purse and rolled your eyes. -Finally.-

When the interviewer said goodbye and wished you well you didn’t bother to turn around. You waved your arm up as you continued to walk towards the exit. Pedri trying to walk behind you.

Pedri opened the door to his car as you went in. He quickly rushed to his side and turned in his car. You sat there with a pout on your face and your arms folded in front of you.

-What’s wrong Y/N?- be asked confused.

-Oh Pedri you’re so funny.- you said mimicking the interviewer as you finished your sentence with your hand in his thigh.

He laughed. -Oh that. I was hoping you hadn’t seen that.- he said with a smirk.

-Why? So you can come back tomorrow and get with her?- you ask as Pedri was driving away.

-You know I would never do that.- he said but you were no longer listening to him. You had taken your phone out again and were scrolling through your messages. Pedri decided to leave the subject alone.

Minutes later he broke the silence. -So where do you want to go have lunch?- he asked. You barely looked away from your phone before responding. -I really just want to go home. You can go out and have lunch if you want.-

He stared at you. -With the interviewer?- he loved to taunt you. You gave him one quick look before whispering -Fuck off Pedri.-

The rest of the drive home was silent. When you finally got home you dashed to the bedroom and closed the door. Pedri sat in the living room thinking about how he was going to make it better but in all truth thought you were overreacting.

Minutes later you heard Pedri open the door to your room. You were getting changed as you turned around.

-Can we talk?- he said.

-Aren’t you going to be late for your lunch date?- you spat back.

He let out a small laugh. -You know I just said that to piss you off right?-

-Well it works, Pedro.-

He widened his eyes. -Pedro … you must really be upset.-

You took your pants off. -It’s so tiring to have to share you. Why can’t they keep their hands off of you?- you explained. It was the first time you said that to him out loud. You had thought it a million times but the truth was it annoyed you how it seemed like you had to share him with the rest of the world.

He walked closer to you. -You know I’m all yours right? I’de be crazy to get with anyone else.- he said with a smile.

-Why?-

-Because I know nobody else would treat me the way you do.- he said nearing closer to you. Your bodies met and you could feel his warmth in front of you.

-I’m all yours.- he whispered.

-Then show me.- you said. You could feel his hand going up your arm. Touching you ever so slowly and sending electricity all through your body.

-I’m all yours baby. Do whatever you want with me.- you bit your bottom lip and stared at him.

Your lips immediately attached to each other. Usually he would have you pinned down on the bed but not today.

In between kisses you heard him say -You show me what you want.-

You turned him around and slowly managed to have him sit on the edge of the bed as you sat on his lap facing him. His hands went up to your waist as you continued to kiss eventually making their way to the hem of your underwear and he began to pull it down. You could feel him growing harder underneath you. His hands went around your ass.

You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him take it off leaving his beautiful chest exposed. You proceeded to leave small kisses all around it. Then your hands went down to his pants and you helped him take it off along with his underwear.

He sat there as he looked at you in disbelief. He put his arms around you and helped you unclamp your bra only to throw it on the floor. He stared at your breasts with so much adoration and his breathing heightened.

-What do you want me to do?- he asked.

-Lay down.-

He did as you told him to and before he knew it you had lifted yourself up over his tip and let yourself go down having him fill you up. You let out a small moan once you felt him inside of you and he smiled.

You began to grind on him as you felt him going in and out of you. Every time hitting your spot and making you moan.

-I want them all to know you’re mine.- you said as your lips attacked his neck and you left small love bites. -I’m all yours.-

You found his spot on the left side of his neck and you began to suck while riding him. It was too much for Pedri who began to moan out your name. You wrap your arms around his neck as you continue to move our hips onto him.

His eyes are closed shut and his mouth is open. Seeing what you do to him makes you feel better.

-Tell me you won’t leave me.- you say. Pedri opens his eyes and looks at you with a smile. -I would never leave you.-

He fights his urge to start to buck up his hips against you because he knows you need to be in control. He knows how upset you were and that you needed it.

He moves his hands away from your ass to your breasts and he starts to knead them and eventually puts one in his mouth. You can feel his soft lips around your nipple and him inside of you and you can’t hold it any longer.

“Pedrito, I’m gonna come.” You say which makes him smirk. He prefers Pedrito much more to Pedro coming of your mouth. He places his hands around your ass and begins to buck his hips up, pushing you down onto him.

-I’m all yours.- he repeats as you feel the pressure in your stomach release itself and you become undone. You moan out his name. And while you’re riding out your high he quickly places you on the bed and begins to go in and out of you. Now he’s in control.

You spread your legs open even more trying to feel all of him inside of you. You become a moaning mess. He can’t control himself anymore and goes in fast and rough. -Faster.- you plead.

You can see his red flushed cheeks and the sweat coming down his forehead. -I’m all yours.- he says again and he hides his face by your neck which lets you hear his moans right next to your ear. He moans out your name and a few profanities as he comes.

After a few seconds and once he’s caught his breath he gets himself out of you and lays on the bed next to you. You put your head on top of his arm and place your right arm over his chest.

-You know you’re the only one that I want, right?- he asks as he places a soft kiss on top of your head. You smile.

-I’m sorry for acting jealous.- you say.

-There’s nothing to be sorry about.- he responds as he traces small circles around your right arm which eventually helps you drift off into sleep in his arms.

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princessmisery666 · 3 years ago

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Found That Lovin’ Feelin’ - Part 5.1 Under The Radar Mini Series

Summary: Bradley checks on the status of his surprise, and Jake tries to make himself believe it’s real.

Warnings: fluff, Rooster and Hangman being idiots (but funny idiots not like their heads are stuck up their asses - again🤣),

W/C: 655

Characters: Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Lieutenant Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, fem!reader (You. Call sign: Huntress).

Pairing: Hangman x Fem!Reader, (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: Simply because I wanted an excuse to have the mental image of a wet Hangman😜😂

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @writercole

Graphics: title card made by me, @writercole dividers.

Master Lists: Part 1-5 - Under The Radar // Under The Radar - Drabbles & One-shots

Found That Lovin' Feelin'

Jake can’t stop staring at you. You float around the kitchen, making you both club sandwiches. Your lips are still slightly swollen from his kiss, and the redness off the scratch of his beard is still visible. But that's not why he stares. He’s making sure he’s not dreaming.

He remembers a conversation with you. You were laying on his chest, the coating of sweat holding your bodies together after a fervent fucking session. He was teasing you about how fast you fall asleep after sex, and somehow it led to you drowsily telling him the random fact that you’re unable to read in dreams. So as a test, he keeps reading the time on the oven’s digital display. Though he can read it, he’s still not sure he trusts it because how did he get so lucky? How is it that you are willing to give him a shot? Even he knows it’s a chance he doesn’t deserve, but he knows - and maybe at the moment, he’s the only one who does know - that it’s a chance he will not squander.

“Why are you staring, Seresin?” you ask, cutting the overloaded sandwich in half.

“Just counting my lucky stars, sweetheart,” he says, kissing your cheek while you concentrate on not chopping off your fingers with the large knife.

“Well, count them while you grab us some sodas out of the fridge, pretty boy,” you demand, grabbing the plates and heading outside.

You make it to the sun loungers just as Jake steps out of the house, and your phone rings.

“Hey, beautiful,” Rooster’s voice travels when you answer while holding the phone up in front of you. “Need help hiding the body?”

Your laughter is a thing of beauty, and Jake kind of hates that Rooster seems to be the only one that can make you laugh so freely. “He’s alive,” you say, and Jake sees you press the button to flip the camera, so Rooster has proof of life. “For now.”

Rooster chuckles, “You worked it out then?”

“There are still some discussions to be had,” you say, switching the camera back. “But we’re on the right track, I guess.”

“Ah damn it,” Rooster whines, “now we don’t get to serenade you.”

“Serenade me?”

“Hangman,” Rooster calls, and Jake quickly rushes to stand behind you, arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder so Bradley can see him too. “Shall we blow her away, or do we save it for the next time you fuck up?”

“Yeah, don’t hold your breath on that, Bradshaw. Actually, on second thought....”

“Now, now, boys,” you tut, “play nice.” Rooster rolls his eyes, and Jake kisses your cheek quickly. “Now show me what you’re talking about.”

Jake steps away, spins you to face him, and then as if rehearsed, they both begin in low baritone voices. “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips. And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.” Hangman is overly dramatic with the whole show, and Rooster is taking it way too seriously. “You're trying hard not to show it. But baby, baby, I know it. You lost that lovin' feelin'. Whoa, that lovin' feelin'. You lost that lovin' feelin'. Now it's gone, gone, gone, whoa-oh.”

Jake slides across the floor closer to you and kisses your cheek, “you're such dorks,” you say and give Jake one hard shove pushing him to the pool.

You change the camera again, and as he surfaces, Rooster laughs hysterically.

Jake’s smiling like a goofball when he surfaces. He swims to the edge, takes off his shirt, and throws it at you, but you dodge it with ease. “You either join me,” he offers, “or you can run?”

“Bye, Rooster,” you say, ending the call and dropping your phone onto the sun lounger. You back up a couple of steps and then run full speed doing a cannonball into the pool.

Part 5.2 - All's Fair in Love, War & the Shower

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sillyrabbit81 · 4 years ago

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Hey lovely!!

I've been trying to think of an ask for ages 🤣 I finally have a Sy ask.

Reader dares him to do karaoke to the Backstreet boys - everybody (I'm currently listening to 90s music thought that would be funny! 🤣). I would love for him to even do the dance moves too 😜🤣😍 completely up to you if it get steamy or not. 😘

Summary: Sy isn’t impressed with his competition and shows you that he is the guy for you in the dorkiest way possible.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 1.7k

Warnings: Implied smut, mostly fluffy, a little angsty.

Authors Note: Ok @pixie88 Do you know about my secret Backstreet Boys love? I was quite the Kevin fan back in the day so I had to do this fic. I was kinda stumped on how to do it, so I changed it up a bit. I hope you like the direction I took it in! Arrggghhhh I'm nervous!

Thanks as always to @amberangel112 for the beta and for brainstorming ideas with me!

Edited by me, there will be errors!

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Sy plonked himself down heavily next to you on the faux leather lounge of the dingy underground karaoke bar. You grinned, still not quite believing he had bothered to show up. He hadn’t sung yet, but he had surely had a skinful by the way his eyes were hooded and the way he looked you up and down as he brought a beer bottle to his lips. You weren’t in a much better position, a little more than tipsy, but you felt good, the gentle warmth of the alcohol flowed through your veins as you leaned your languid head against Sy’s shoulder.

“Havin’ fun?” Sy asked in your ear, his voice breathy and slightly slurred.

“Yeah, a little tired though,” you said. “Gotta slow down on the wine or I’m going to fall asleep.”

“We’ve still got a few hours ahead of us, Darlin’,” he said as you inhaled deeply. You cursed under your breath as you smelled his rich, earthy and subtly sweet cologne. Your mouth watered. Damn him, why did he always smell so good?

“I’ll be fine, just gotta slow down.”

Sy chuckled. You felt his lips brush your ear as he said, “I ain’t ever known you to go slow.” He traced a path up your bare arm with the back of his finger.

With regret and sobering suddenly, you sat up and lifted your head off Sy’s shoulder. You gave yourself a shake. Nope Sy, not tonight, we aren’t doing that again. You shouldn’t have invited him to your birthday party. You don’t know why you continued to play this game with him. You looked across the tiny dark room to the small monitor where your ‘date’, Drew, was picking a song. He wasn’t a real date, he was a guy you knew from work. You’d been friendly with him for a while, and it was obvious you two were meant to hook up tonight, but you weren’t sure about him. He was attractive, fun, interesting, but he just didn’t make you burn with desire. Not like Sy did, but then who had?

“You don’t know me as well as you think, Sy,” you said tersely.

Grunting, Sy leaned back into the lounge, opening his chest wide, his legs falling apart and said, “You keep tellin’ yourself that Darlin’ and maybe you’ll believe it one day.”

Fuck. It was clear the Sy who showed up tonight wasn’t the friend Sy. Tonight, he was the ex fuck buddy Sy, the one who spent the whole night trying to convince you that you could be together, that you wouldn’t fight all the time, that your stubborn personalities wouldn’t clash constantly. You should just let him go, you both should, but neither of you can stay away from the other long. You kept getting thrown together, you knew too many of the same people, showed up at too many of the same parties.

You hated to admit it, but just being near him made your body tingle even when he wasn’t being the arrogant bastard he was being tonight. The same spark that made sex with Sy unbelievably hot, was the same thing that made it impossible for you to date him. You were like oil and water, positive and negative, fire and ice.

“Who’s the guy?” he asked, trying to be nonchalant.

Grinning, you couldn’t help but tease, “Jealous?”

“Always,” Sy said.

Your head whipped around to see if he was mocking you. He didn’t seem to be, and your breath caught as you saw the look of hunger on his face. You knew that look too well, the way his brows were drawn together, his eyes dark especially in this light and his bearded jaw was clenched tight. When you were able to breathe again, your breaths came in fast as Sy held your gaze and his own chest heaved. With almost sinful lust, his tongue slid over his lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth and he shifted in his seat, your eyes drawn exactly where he wanted it to go, straight towards the thickening leviathan in his pants.

Your attention was pulled away as you heard your name. Drew had the microphone in his hand and was wishing you happy birthday.

“And I thought I’d sing your favourite song,” Drew said, kind of shyly.

You grinned, he really was a sweetheart, you probably should give him a chance. The music started, and the sounds of “Chop Suey” by System of a Down came on. You laughed, you really did love that song and remember when you heard it at work one day and told Drew it was one of your favourites.

Sy snorted next to you, and you shot daggers at him. “Be nice,” you warned before looking back at Drew and getting up to dance.

“Fuck this,” Sy said, getting up from the lounge. You thought he was going to leave, but instead he went to the monitor like he was going to pick a song. You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring his petulant behaviour.

When the song was finished Drew came over to you and you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Drew,” you said. “I love that song.”

“Your favourite right?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to reply when Sy spoke into microphone. “No, it ain’t. This is,” and the blood drained from your face as Sy sang the words,

Everybody… Rock your body…

You were stunned as he started singing the Backstreet Boys. This god damn, heavy metal loving, beast of a man was actually singing your secret shame, teenage girl, fantasy track. How the fuck did he know it was still your favourite song? The worst thing was, he was good, he could sing. His voice wasn’t made for a song like this, but he carried the tune well enough and, in some ways, his rasping tone made the whole display both comical and sexy. He couldn’t dance though, but he tried, hips swaying, chest rolling, his movements were jilted and stiff but, still… it made the whole thing even more adorable.

Drew was totally forgotten as you bit your lip, trying to hold back the grin that threatened at the corners of your lips. Your friends started clapping and cheering joining in the singing.

Am I original?

Am I the only one?

Am I sexual?

Openly laughing now as Sy saw the ridiculousness of the dick measuring contest he had engaged in, you clapped and cheered along. He shook his head, and you saw the embarrassment creep in, but to his credit he kept going, if anything doubling his efforts.

Not even thinking of the implications, you went to him wrapping your arms around his neck as he passed the microphone to one of your friends who eagerly grabbed it, the nostalgia of the moment getting the best of all of you. Sy slipped his leg between yours, grabbed your ass and pulled you close. He growled voice hoarse and loud to be heard over the music.

“He don’t know you like I do.”

“Nobody does,” you replied.

Sy brought his forehead down to yours, a light sheen of sweat on his brow felt cool against your burning body. His hands left your ass and moved to cup your neck.

“You know I’m the one for you,” he rumbled. Then he brought his lips to yours and everyone and everything else fell away.

Your heart thundered in your chest and your blood roared in your ears as Sy kissed you. His mouth was firm, fervent, blistering, his beard scorching your delicate skin. For a moment you resisted, tried to pull away, but he only kissed you harder, lips moving against yours as his tongue lapped at you. With a moan you relented, opening your mouth, meeting his tongue with yours, it felt too good. Nobody kissed you like Sy, nobody made you feel more desired than did and truthfully you wanted no one like you wanted him.

Pulling away, Sy smirked at you and you instantly felt angry. Bastard knew how to play you. He saw the change in your mood and said, “Don’t do that Sugar. Don’t shut me down. You felt that just like I did.”

“Sy…” you protested. It would never work, you were both too strong willed, both too stubborn, both too unwilling to bend to the other.

Sy’s jaw clenched, then he ran his tongue over his teeth. He let you go.

“Fine. I’ve made it clear what I want. Now it’s up to you. Come find me when you see some sense.” He grabbed his jacket off the lounge and shrugging it on, he walked out without looking back.

For a moment you stood glued to the spot, staring at the door. Then it seemed like your senses returned and everything came back. The loud music, the woeful singing, the flashing lights from the huge screen in front of you. But you felt cold, and you shivered as if your body missed Sy’s heat. You cursed him as you looked around the room. Your eyes met Drew’s and despite his attractiveness, his hopeful smile, his sweet nature, you felt nothing.

You grabbed your bag and ran out the door, your heels made the climb up the stairs back to ground level perilous, but you had to find Sy. You made it to the street looked left and saw nothing, looked right and saw Sy leaning against the building with that cocky grin on his face.

“Thirty-eight seconds,” he said, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to you.

You pursed your lips and shook your head. “You’re an asshole,” you said, and the smile you tried to hide couldn’t be held back as Sy took you in his arms.

“Yeah, I might be,” Sy conceded. “But ya wouldn’t have me any other way wouldja?”

“No,” you agreed, and you kissed him.

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