#which I'm leaving last so I actually have to -finish- the dress lmao

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Re: my tags re: knitting, you thought I was kidding. I am not. Knitting is a deadly serious pastime, which is why Lucanis does it.

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..CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9! || CHAPTER 10..

note: i wrote this when the barbie movie had first came out hehe

"Are you ready Giyuu?" You asked him through the call.

You thought it was wise to make a video out of it! Free content.

Anyways, you all planned to wear pink because who won't, its barbie.

"I'm not wearing pink." Sanemi answered back Mitsuri for the last time. Mitsuri wants everyone to be perfect for this gathing.

"Cmon! We will all be matching!" She said as she showed her outfit.

It was a simple white, long sleeved top and a pink skirt, a few inches above her knees. Seems very Mitsuri.

"I rather die than match with you all."

"You're lying. Just wear the darn pink man.." You mumbled as you looked through your closet for clothes.

Shinobu and Giyuu was in the same room, his room actually, she's helping him look for an outfit clothes while wearing her's already.

But your eyes wasn't on them, it was on Muichiro who's literally in your room.

"Y/N, I literally can't fit in your clothes."

"But you have no pink clothes so find something."

He sighed.

"And hurry! I want to do your hair." You said with a big smile.

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A little while later almost everyone was finished! Besides Muichiro, because you're doing his hair.

And his hairstyle is barbies half up and half down hairstyle! Does he look silly? Probably but he didn't complained.

And now you all meet up!

"Sometimes I wished I never worked in a school." Sanemi mumbled, staring at his phone.

"That's the best part of it!" You said as you pat his back, he just rolled his eyes, silently curing you out.

You all finally got your tickets and decided to wait around.

But then...

You saw a classmate.

"Where is his shirt.." Muichiro whispered.

"I think he's dressed up as Ken from the movie." You whispered back.

"Hi guys!" The cheerful boy greeted both you as Muichiro, along with his sister and his friends behind.

"Hi tanjiro!" You cheerfully greeted back but eyes still on Inosuke.

"How are you even allowed to enter the mall without a shirt?" You asked him

"I hid my chest using this fluffy coat." Inosuke said with a confident smile.

"Oh.."

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"Anyways, I'm guessing you two are also going to see the movie?" Tanjiro asked you both and got a nod in response.

"That's great! Nezuko wanted to see it so I invited Zenitsu and Inosuke." He said as Nezuko nodded in agreement. She's wearing the uniform from the princess charm school.

As soon as your eyes caught on to it, you was squeezing the life out of her, followed by small 'aw"s.

Safe to say that she looked cute!

Zenitsu was dressed up as Preminger! (im joking LMAO)

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Tanjiro and the others left to buy tickets and the others went to get food which leaves you and Muichiro alone.

"Mui look." You said as you pointed at a crane machine game.

"No.." He sighed out.

"Please!" It was like a tradition, every time you see a crane game, you make Muichiro do it! That's why you have quite alot of plushies on your bed.

"No." He said but you ignored as your dragged him towards it anyways.

It had Hello Kitty, Pokémon and Sonic plushies.

"Get me that Pikachu one, he looks so cute." You said as you pointed towards it.

And just as you said, he was on his way to get tokens to play it.

But who said you wasn't going to play?

You also got tokens and decided to do the Hello kitty one.

A few minutes has past and you finally heard him speak up.

"Got it." He said as he shoved the plushie in your face.

"Hold on! I'm trying to get this Kuromi for you." You said as your moved his hand out of your face.

"You're gonna go broke."

"No."

"Yes."

"Shut up."

He sighed, then walked up behind you, moved the crane a bit to the back, then finally made you push the button.

And indeed you got the plush.

"Oh." You yet out as you got the plush and then finally, shoved it in his face.

"Here!" You said as he gave you the Pikachu as well.

A small smile was plastered on his face as he took the plush.

Part of the tradition was getting plushies for each other. Matching plushies actually, you had My Melody so you got him Kuromi.

"Thanks, now we're matching." He said.

"Yep." You responded and held the Pikachu.

"Now we need to wait until we get an Ash plush for you." You told him as he nodded.

"Uh sorry to cut this short but time to see the movie." Sanemi said, ruining the mood.

"Okay. Thanks for not ruining the mood or whatever." You said as you rolled your eyes

"No one should be happy if I'm not."

"Oh."

"Oh."

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At last the movie! Safe to say that everyone of you all sat in the back row and it was a bit chaotic on Tanjiro's side. Inosuke thought it was fun to throw popcorn at those infront of him. It indeed inspired you! So at random times you too, will throw a bit of popcorn. Though on Muichiro's lap rest the plushies you both had won.

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Joyride

Loris x Fem!Reader

Reader goes clubbing with her friends. Guess who she sees at the club???

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Please be kind! I'm so nervous about posting this! Tell me if it's good or bad lmao

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Disclaimers: 

Please properly discuss with your partner or whoever you end up being intimate with about protection and what you’re comfortable with! 

Also, stay safe and hydrated when you go out clubbing!

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Joyride

“Okay, look up.” Jana instructed. You did so as she gently tugged down your lower eyelid, coloring your waterline. 

“This feels like this is in my asshole.” You cringed, trying your hardest not to blink as she finished. 

“I promise you, it doesn’t.” She said before letting go. “Now go ahead and blink for me.” 

You groaned, doing a couple of blinks before she did the other eye. 

“Can confirm.” Ulu added as she continued to fry her hair with her crimper. 

“Ow!” Toni grunted as she tripped trying to pull up her stockings. 

“Okay. ” Jana tilted your head back. “Now the other.” She pulled your other eyelid down. “How about we go over the plan again? We all are….?”

“Wanting my guts rearranged.” You answered without a beat.

“Searching for some good choice vagina.” Ulu responded. 

“Hoping to find my soulmate……or a sugar mama or daddy.” Toni sighed. 

Jana stopped for a moment, blinking. “I was gonna say have some fun, but since we’re getting specific here, not having to pay for any of my drinks tonight.” She finally finished up and handed you her mirror. “Whatchu think?” She started to clean up her work station. 

You had to give it to her, as much as you persisted that tightlining wouldn’t make much of a difference, she ended up being right. It really was the finishing touch to your makeup. 

“Can you let me be right for once?” You pouted, batting your pretty eyes. 

“Crazy how listening to a makeup artist actually pays off.” She scoffed.

“It’ll pay off if it schedules my dick appointment.” You smirked up at her. 

“So the goal is to leave with someone by the end of the night?” Jana clarified. 

“Yes!” You lifted yourself off the floor and went to look through Ulu’s perfume collection. “I think it’s what I deserve.” 

You were finally ready to have fun again after a long six months of recovery from your former situationship. Long story short, he wasn’t willing to commit to you. As much as it hurt, that was the end of that. It was time to have fun again. 

“Grab the purple one.” Ulu offered. 

The problem was that there were five purple colored bottles. 

“Uhhhh.” You looked around, hesitating. “Which purple?” 

“Dark purple.” She turned off her crimper before unplugging it. She still was not specific enough since there were three dark purple bottles. 

“Which one!?” You playfully shrieked, ready just to grab a random one.

“The orchid one!” She mocked you with a smile.

You giggled, picking it up and giving yourself a few good spritz. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

“Because it’s funny.” She winked.

Smiling as you rolled your eyes you went up to the body length mirror, checking over yourself one last time before heading out. 

You were wearing a low cut black halter top with some black dress pants and paired it with some black booties. Was it original? No. Was it classy? Maybe? Was it comfortable? Yes. Besides, you knew no one was really going to be paying attention to your outfit. They were going to be paying attention to you. 

“Well, since you’re not coming home tonight, you’re not allowed to get drunk.” Toni reminded you. “So I’ll be your gal pal tonight.” She signed the word ‘babe’ to you. 

“You just want to be nosy and judge all the guys I’m gonna be scoping out for.” You called her out, scrunching your nose at her. 

“Because I’m one of three of your wing women.” She scrunched her nose back as she justified herself, zipping up her boots. 

“Okay! Group picture!” Jana called out, setting up the timer. 

The four of you started checking one another, making sure everything looked good. 

“Do my edges look even?” Jana asked Toni. 

“As even as my titties.” She replied. “Did you borrow my gel?” 

“Yeah, you were right. They’re not gonna move.” 

“Do you think my earrings look good with my outfit?” Ulu asked you. 

“Uhhhh.” Ulu had multiple piercings on both of ears. 

“The beaded ones.” She clarified. 

“Yes!” You answered. “Your mom made these, right?”

“Mhm.” She hummed proudly. 

“Hurry! Five seconds!” Jana alerted everyone. 

Everyone quickly rushed in front of the camera, making sure to pose tightly together before the camera flashed. After many poses and pictures, Toni pointed to her wrist. 

“My bracelet is turned on!” Toni started. 

“Samesies!” Ulu seconded. 

“Got it!” Jana joined. 

“Ready!” You finished, turning on your emergency bracelet. 

The bracelet was designed and made by Toni. Its sole purpose was to notify other synced up bracelets when in trouble. When switched to SOS it would send the other bracelets the coordinates of the person’s location and a quick voice recording for confirmation.  

It was still in the testing stage but if proved to be successful Toni was going to launch it. One day it’ll be available to hundreds of people who want to go out and have fun safely at a cheap price. She made all of you so proud. 

“Alright! Let’s move it!” Jana called out at the doorway.

You all then headed out the door, into the night, making way for the club. 

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As you all were waiting in line to enter “Dominari” Toni linked her arm with yours, leaning in. 

“Keep an eye out for anyone that looks like they got money but also have a soul.” She whispered.

“I thought you were also looking for your soulmate?” You asked. 

“Which is why I said that they have to look like they have a soul. Besides, can they not be both my money giver and my soulmate?” She inquired. 

“Any icks to look out for?” You asked, avoiding answering her question.  

“They need to have most of their teeth.” She replied plainly. 

“Most?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “What kind of people have you been messing around with?” 

“People with most of their teeth.” She explained. “I have standards, you know. There is a bar and it has been set.” 

“Hey,” Jana leaned in between the two of you whispering. “Just got word that there’s a few pit fighters in tonight. So if that’s something either of you are looking for, keep an eye out.” 

“I don’t go to those.” You admitted, the line started to move up. 

“Just be on the lookout for people that are well built.” Ulu hissed. “But more importantly, keep an out for the Vi. She’s one of the best in the ring right now.” 

“Why? Also, since when have you been going to pit fights?” You turned back to look at her. 

She didn’t have a chance to answer since the bouncer let the four of you in. 

A chill went over you as you walked inside, the music pounding, the lights flashing, and all the people crowding around the dance floor. It all flooded your senses, reassuring you that you did deserve to have fun. 

“Before we split, let's do a quick shot and dance!” Jana suggested over the loud music. 

You all agreed, heading over to the bar.

Ulu and Jana ordered since they had the best social skills while you and Toni waited, patiently, watching everyone dance. Your eyes searching the crowd for anyone that resonated with you. They were all just a blur of faces under the strobe lights.

Most of your past flames were found in a cafe, or in a bookstore. It wasn’t until recently that you were picking up guys from clubs/bars. Either way, it didn’t matter in the end where you found those guys. They were all shit, anyway. Treated you like shit. Made you feel like shit. It was all shit. Because your taste in men was shit. 

Jana nudged you, “Are you okay!?” She yelled over the music. 

You nodded your head. 

“I know you’re eager to move on, but don’t get your hopes up if you don’t find someone tonight!” 

You smiled, lightly headbutting her with an ‘okay, thank you’. 

Even though your taste in men was shit, that didn’t mean the night was gonna be. You were here to have fun. So you weren’t going to take anything too seriously….at least try not to take anything so seriously. Cause if you didn’t find anyone, at least you looked hot and felt like it. You would be damned if you allowed another man to make you feel otherwise. 

A chill ran up your spine, bringing you back to your surroundings. That’s when the bartender brought out the shots. 

“A shot for good luck!” Ulu called out, giving out the drinks. 

The four of you clinked your glasses before downing it. The warmth of the drink went down your throat, but only warmed you up temporarily. 

“Alright ladies!” Ulu shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Toni to spin you around, the air giving you goosebumps. “Let’s fucking goooo!” She sang out, making you squeal with laughter as she led you out into the dancefloor. 

The four of you danced together, hyping each other up, making sure not to let any creeps or hecklers interrupt your girl time. You truly loved these girls, they were more than just your friends, they were your sisters. They made you aware that you were in the ‘best years of your life’. However, you also knew that as long as you had them, you would always be living the best years of your life. 

You all were having the time of your lives to the point where you almost forgot your personal mission: finding someone to bang. 

When it was time to split you made sure to stick closely to Toni. Ulu and Jana stayed behind, they continued to dance, vibing with a few people on the dancefloor. 

Both you and Toni moved across the dancefloor, but continued to dance. You even invited a few other ladies, who just simply wanted to dance, tag along with the two of you. Just girls being girls. All of you being dancing queens. 

Eventually, you would have thought that with all the dancing you would be a little hot, but in fact you were still feeling a little chilly. Even when you pulled out your best ‘nasty’ moves, you were still cold. 

“You good!?” Toni asked, hands holding yours as the two of you vibed with the music. 

“Yeah, just a little cold!” You replied.

She giggled, gesturing down with her eyes. “Yeah, I could tell!” 

Your eyes followed hers as you discovered your nipples being very visible through your top. 

“Gods!” You hugged your boobs. “I’m surprised I haven’t poked anyone’s eyes out!” You both laughed.

 “Wanna go get a drink!?” She offered, gesturing to the bar with her head. 

“Yeah!” Just as you glanced at the bar, that's when someone caught your eyes. 

You did a double take at a man that you could have sworn you made up in your mind. After a few blinks, you confirmed this man was indeed real. You stopped Toni from walking over to the bar. 

“Oh, oh, OH!” You gasped, taking him in.

He was leaning on the bar, chatting with what looked like a friend. Urgently, you tugged on Toni’s arm, grabbing her attention from all the commotion on the dancefloor to the bar.

“What?” She shouted as she signed over the loud music, looking around frantically, trying to find where your eyes were glued. 

You turned her head in the direction of the man you were eyeing, carefully watching her expression. She then scrunched her nose. 

“No, I like my guys more pathetic looking. You know, the ones with the wet dog eyes.” She politely explained. 

You couldn’t help but laugh before telling her, “Not for you!” 

“Ohhhh!” She then looked over at him again. “Oooooh, yeah, this is right up your alley. Although,” She paused, raising an eyebrow. “This is the type you fantasize about, but never actually go after.” 

She didn’t have to call you out like that, but she was right. This man was tall, muscular, a little older looking, and looked like he knew how to make a woman cum.

“I like to give chances.” You tried to explain. 

“You don’t need to do charity.” She bumped her hip into yours. “Go after what you want!” 

You continued to watch him. You watched how he and his friend-you were hoping she was just his friend, were talking to one another at the bar. Neither making their way to the dance floor.

“Go talk to him!” Toni nudged you with her elbow. 

“I don’t know, maybe it’s too early?” Maybe it was still too soon to be approaching anyone.

“But what if it becomes too late?” She replied. 

She had a point. He was not ugly by any means. Sooner or later someone would be taking the bait and trying their luck. 

“What if he rambles? Mansplains about shit I don’t care about?” You started to doubt outloud. 

“Then just tune him out, that’s what I do.” Toni laughed off. 

“You shut off your hearing aids, that’s not the same thing!” You laughed. 

She then nudged you again in his direction. 

“What if they’re together!?” You finally asked. 

She gave you a look that you could only describe as ‘bitch, no’. She gave you one final nudge. “Go for it, babe! I’ll keep an eye out!”

“Thank you!” You signed to her. 

Funny enough, as you were making your way over, the guy you were eyeing walked off but his companion did not. So you made your way over to her, hopeful to get some answers and reassurances. 

You parked yourself right beside the woman that was wearing more black than you. She didn’t even acknowledge you, only drinking from her cup. You figured she wasn’t going to look at you, so you had to start. 

“Hey pretty I-”

“Not interested.” She immediately interrupted. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m not here to flirt or mess around.” She clarified. 

“Oh, that’s not why I came over-” You tried to clarify. 

“I don’t want to sign any autographs either.” She scoffed with irritation.

“What?” You blinked even more confused now. “That’s not why I’m here.” 

She finally looked over at you, making you feel very small as she eyed you up and down. 

“Then what the fuck do you want?” She demanded. 

“I wanted to make sure that the guy that was just here wasn’t your man.” You nervously admitted to her. 

“Loris?” She cringed. “He’s a friend. Also, not my type.” 

“Gotcha.” You chuckled with relief. So, that was his name. “I just wanted to make sure.” You explained.

“You’re good. He’ll be back in a sec.” 

“Cool, okay. Well, can you at least give me something to work with?” You started. 

She then mean mugged you. “Like what?” 

“Like what’s your name? Is Loris even willing to talk?” 

“Vi.” Oh. She’s the pit fighter Ulu mentioned. 

You then introduced yourself. She only drank from her cup, not really acknowledging you. 

“Sure, he’ll talk with you.” She bitterly stated.

Maybe it was because you didn’t have anyone else there to back you up or reassure you, but you were beginning to have doubts. Maybe it was best if you took your ass right back to the dancefloor? 

“I’m not stepping on any toes, am I?” You wanted to make sure you weren’t crossing any lines or disrupting anything in motion. 

“No. Relax. I’m not a bitch, okay?” She replied calmly. 

“I don’t think you are,” You started, “But I don’t know you or what you’re about.” You admitted with a shrug. “So help me out here.”

The two of you stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something. With a big sigh, and roll of her eyes, she gave in. 

“Alright, fair enough. What do you want to know?” You couldn’t help but smile with relief. 

“He’s not currently with anyone, right?” You just wanted to be sure.

She didn’t even hesitate. “No. Next?” 

Good start. 

“Please tell me he isn’t an insufferable know it all, that's gonna be teaching me stuff I don’t want to know about.” You began with a wince. 

For some reason, men loved to ‘teach’ you things you didn’t need to know or already had knowledge about. It’s not like you didn’t love to learn because you did. Learning is fun. It’s just that particularly with men, they had a tendency to think you had never experienced anything ever before. So when you tried to explain to them otherwise they always told you in some way or in another that you were wrong and that they were right. 

“No. Loris is more of a listener.” 

Nice. 

You managed to ask a couple of more questions before she started to get irritated again. 

“Look, I get that you’re nervous and all but what was your game plan if I didn’t know jackshit about him?” 

You blinked, shrugging. 

“Maybe just wing it? Or maybe crack a couple of jokes and hope for the best?” You sheepishly admitted. 

“Wait a min-oh no!” It suddenly hit you. “Am I doing the most!?” You started to panic.

“Yes! Gods, can you just-” She then flagged down the bartender, ordering a couple of shots. “Quit looking like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re gonna jump into the ceiling like a damn cat.” 

“Oh don’t say that.” You groaned. 

You weren’t sure why, but without fail, you had earned plenty of nicknames that were ‘cat’ influenced. You didn’t even look like a cat!

“Your eyes are practically the size of saucers. Did you take anything before coming here?” She asked in both irritation while laughing. 

“No!” You sighed with the shake of your head. “Why is it always cats?”

“What’s wrong with that? Cats can be….cute, I guess?” She offered. 

“Yeah but I always get the weirdest nicknames. Not the cute ones.” 

“Like?” She asked as the bartender came back with a couple of shots. 

You tipped the bartender, making sure he walked away before answering. 

“Pocket Pussy.” You stated. 

She was about to finish her own drink but choked when you said that, spitting it up.

“Oh shit!” You got on your tiptoes, grabbing a couple of napkins nearby and started to clean her up. 

That was bad timing on your part. 

“I’m so sorry!” You hurried, wanting to avoid confrontation. 

She then started laughing, letting you help her. 

“What the fuck!?” She said in between coughs. “Who calls you that!?!” 

“My neighbor.” You started to explain. “She’s a big time cat lady and has at least seven cats.” 

To be fair, this particular neighbor wasn’t difficult, or a bad neighbor. Sure, every once in awhile one of her cats would slip into your apartment but other than that she was cool. She honestly was kind of kooky while also elegant. She uses pet names for everyone, and for whatever reason, her pet name for you is ‘pocket pussy’. 

When she finally got back her bearings she slid one of the shots over to you. 

“What’s crazy is that even though she’s a cat lady, she’s not even old! I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid fifties.”

“Look, will you please shut up for a second and take this shot to chill the fuck out?” 

“Sure okay!” You then downed it, taking a few seconds to breathe. “Do I seem chill now?” 

She took her shot, rolling her eyes at you before swallowing. 

“Sure.” 

That’s when you heard someone yell your name. You glanced around, wondering if it was one of the girls or if you were just hearing things. But when you heard it again you knew it wasn’t the alcohol getting to you. That’s when you saw a familiar face in the crowd. 

In all her glory, there she was wearing a royal green sparkly jumpsuit, silver platforms and curls for days. She was being followed around by a bunch of people, leading them up the stairs to the second level of the club. She called out your name again, giving you a miss congeniality wave, now drawing Vi’s attention. 

“Who the hell is that?” She grumbled, making eye contact with possibly the bartender and signalling him to come back over.

“Hello, my Pocket Pussy!” She called out with a smile. You awkwardly waved back at her. 

“My neighbor.” Not even trying to hide the cringe in your tone. 

“Your neigh-wait-you weren’t kidding?!” She looked back at where your neighbor was and then back to you. 

“You thought I was kidding!?” You shrieked in disbelief. 

“I thought you were trying to be cute and quirky.” She admitted with a shrug. 

“If I was trying to be cute and quirky I wouldn’t have told you that one of my nicknames is Pocket Pussy!” Your voice cracked. “I would have told you a less vulgar one, like ‘Toe Beans’....or ‘Loaf’.” 

She snorted, shaking her head as her eyes glanced up behind you. 

“What?” You turned your head, expecting to see the bartender but instead found the man of the hour….standing right behind you.

A little part of you shriveled up and died. How long had he been there? Also why was he so big? He was probably the biggest man you ever went after. How the fuck did you not hear him come up behind you?

“Making friends?” He asked the pit fighter next to you. 

“Yeah, right.” She got off her chair, patting you roughly on the shoulder almost making you keel over. “Good luck.” She made her way onto the dancefloor, leaving you alone with him. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Hi!” You nervously began, mind racing, heart pounding. He casually nodded at you, taking a sip from the drink in his hand before setting it back down. 

“She’s real sweet.” You gestured to where Vi had been. 

“Sweet?” He raised a brow, eyes looking over you. 

“Okay,” You sighed, “Not exactly sweet, but she is nice for helping me out.” You admitted, fully taking him in. “Got a name, big guy?” You smiled up at him, batting your eyes.

He smiled back at you, so bright you almost averted your eyes in shyness. The warmth radiating off of him was crazy, shining on you like a beacon of hope and safety. You didn’t feel so cold anymore. 

After introductions the two of you started to talk. 

You had learned that he was from Bilgewater, basically grew up on the water and had eventually made his way over to Zaun. He made sure to ask about you, not wanting to go on and on about himself. Not once did he make you think he wasn’t paying attention and he had no problem asking for clarification if there was something he wasn’t sure about. 

As the two of you talked you noticed how good his eye contact was. How his eyes looked at you and was watching your body language, almost like he was trained to do so. It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable though. If anything, it kind of comforted you in a way. He was actually listening to you, engaging in conversation, not trying to talk over you, and wasn’t staring at your titties. The bar of expectations was literally in hell.  

“Take a shot with me!” You suggested, looking for the bartender, who was currently tending to someone else. 

Loris leaned into you, “I got it.” Gently patting your hand. When the bartender came he ordered for the two of you. “And a water for her.” 

“Oh?” You smirked up at him. “Such a gentleman.”

“You’re a lightweight honey, you need to stay hydrated.” 

You playfully gasped.

“I am not a lightweight!” He raised an eyebrow, not saying anything. “Okay! Maybe I am but I did eat a whole meal before coming here!” You said defensively. 

“Still need to drink water in between drinks.” 

“He’s right.” The bartender slid the drinks over. “Also makes my job a little easier.” 

“Then I’ll make sure to drink my water…..after I take this shot.” You got on your tiptoes, reaching for your shot and water, pulling it towards you. 

“Cheers!” You clinked your glasses together, some of the whiskey leaking from the sides since it was filled to the brim. You watched as he downed it like water. As you were trying to catch up with him someone backed into you, causing you to spill some of it on you. 

“Hey, watch it!” Loris called out to whoever bumped into you as he protectively wrapped an arm around you. 

It was running off your chin, passed your neck and down your chest. 

Getting on your tiptoes again you reached for a napkin, feeling the liquid slip under your top, into your cleavage. You felt his eyes on you, watching you clean yourself up. You would be lying if you said you didn’t purposely put on a show, pulling down your top, revealing just a little more skin as you dabbed yourself dry. 

Because he was so big his arm easily went around you, his hand, his huge fucking hand, comfortably on the bar, gripping the edge. He asked you if you were okay, eyes still watching you. 

“It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy.” You giggled, still dabbing.

“I’ll try to remember that.” He replied, arm still around you. 

“You should.” You crumpled up the napkin, tossing it on the bar as you looked up at him. “It might be useful later.” You winked with an innocent smile.

The second those words left your mouth you felt so powerful, holy shit. 

His wide eyes and slack jaw quickly changed to a smirk. His hand let go of the edge, slowly sliding its way up your arm. His gentle touch warmed you up as he very slowly dragged his hand across the middle of your back, through your hair. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned on the bar. 

Gods, you wanted, needed him to touch you again. 

“Drink your water.” 

-

“Let’s go dance!” You tugged on his arm. 

“You go on, I’ll watch your water.” He gestured to your glass. 

You grabbed your cup, finishing it before slamming it back down. “Now come on!” You grabbed his forearm, ready to pull.

“Now who’s gonna watch my drink?” He joked with a chuckle. 

Not wanting to push him and also saving yourself from any possible ‘icks’, since he may be a horrible dancer,  you gave in. 

“Fine! Stay here then. But I need a kiss for good luck!” You got on your tiptoes, tapping on your cheek as you presented it for him. 

He chuckled, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the apple of your cheek. Your heart picked up as your face felt warm. He actually did it. 

“Don’t go anywhere!” You called out to him before making your way over to Toni. 

“Toni!!!” You squealed as you made your way towards her. 

“I’ve been watching! You’re doing the thing, babe!” She squealed, the two of you grabbed each other's  hands and started dancing. 

“After this song, let's go to the restroom! I gotta break the seal.” She mentioned.

As the two of you continued to dance to the song a few guys started making their way towards you both, dancing and smirking. As they inched closer both you and Toni gave each other the ‘look’. Ew, no. Let’s move somewhere else. 

The two of you moved away, trying to be casual about it but one of them made his way behind you. Toni quickly spun you away, ignoring him as he tried to talk. But he just all together stopped dancing and leaned in to say something to you, asking what to call you. You shook your head, telling him ‘no thank you’ and pulled Toni to the restroom since he ruined the song. 

You waved at Loris, mouthing ‘restroom’ as you linked arms with Toni. He gave you a nod as he watched the two of you walk inside. 

“That pissed me off.” Toni admitted, the two of you headed toward the stalls. 

She made her way inside one while you held the door closed as she did her business. 

“What did he even say?” She asked. 

“I don’t even know, I think he was asking for my name.” You rolled your eyes. 

“He clearly saw us moving away-him and his friends! And he still tried.” The toilet flushed. 

You then switched places with her, needing to relieve yourself too. 

“I know! Men can be the worst sometimes.” You complained. 

“Speaking of men, how’s that big strong man you’ve been chit chatting with?” 

“Oh! He’s sooo easy to talk to!” You finished up, the two of you walking to the sinks. 

She started to take off a couple of her ‘cheap’ rings as she beckoned for you to continue. “What’s his name? And easy to talk to, huh?” 

“His name is Loris. And yes! He actually listens to what I’m saying and knows how to keep the conversation flowing!” You gushed, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling as you both washed your hands. 

“He’s really sweet too! He made me drink water before getting back out on the dance floor.” 

“Awww, that’s cute! So whatchu thinking? You two leaving together???” She fixed and pinched her false lashes. 

“We may…” You couldn’t stop smiling. 

A girl passing by tapped you on the shoulder, “Hey cutie! Can you tell that I’m wearing a pad?” She asked before turning around to let you look. Not an outline in sight.

No! You’re good.” You reassured her. 

“Perfect. Thanks sweetie!” She went on her way. 

“Well, let me know if and when you think you’re gonna head out.” The two of you walked out, eyeing the bar. You saw Vi had returned, talking to Loris. 

“Oh, hey, that’s the pitfight-” 

“Shit, I forgot my rings!” Toni blurted. “Be back in like two seconds!” You giggled as she ran back inside. 

You were about to go back in to follow when someone suddenly grabbed your arm. 

“Hey, I never got that name, hot stuff.” You turned and saw the guy from earlier, holding your arm. The fucking audacity. 

“No, thank you!” You pulled your arm back. 

“Well, can I buy you and your friend a drink?” His friends were off to the side, creepily watching with gross smiles. 

“No! Bye!” Your frustration started to turn into anger. Why couldn’t he just fuck off?

Wanting to just get away you turned, about to run in the restroom when he grabbed your arm again. He scratches you with his nails, getting some of your hair caught in his hold. The anger you had then turned into panic as you looked back at him. 

“Hey! Why don’t-” He didn’t have time to finish, Loris grabbed his wrist, making him let go of you with a shriek. 

You hugged your arm to your chest, heart racing, processing that he let go and Loris was there. 

“She said no.” Loris growled down at him, his grip visibly tightening. 

The color in whatever the fuck his name’s face paled, he glanced over to where his friends were but they pretended to be looking somewhere else. His eyes then glanced over at you, brows furrowing. 

“Don’t look at her!” He lifted his arm up, pulling him up to his tiptoes. “Look at me!” You could see the tendons in Loris’ neck start to flex. 

“Found them!” Toni came back, stopping when she realized something was going on. “Wha…?” She breathed out. 

Loris stared down at the guy, who looked like he was about to piss himself, before finally letting him go with a shove. The loser turned red, quickly making his way back to his friends who were trying to leave the scene.

“Wh-what happened!?” Toni hugged you, eyeing your arm. 

“Nothing, I’m okay!” You quickly reassured her with a shaky voice, trying your best to smile. She could tell that you were freaked out so she had Loris walk with the two of you back to the bar. 

“Fucking creep.” She cursed with the shake of her head. 

Loris pulled out a chair for you, right next to Vi, asking the bartender for some water. Toni helped you up since the chair was a little high and suddenly gasped. 

“You’re swelling up!” Alerting everyone else. 

Sure enough, thanks to your sensitive skin, the scratches were welling up quickly. When you tried to cover it up your skin burned.

“I’m fine!” Embarrassment laced in your words.. 

“Here, let me see.” Vi calmly offered next to Toni. 

You could feel Loris staring at you the entire time as Vi and Toni looked over your arm. When the bartender came back with the water you heard Loris ask for some ice. 

“You guys, I’m okay!” You tried to reassure everyone. “Relax! Someone please get me a shot.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. 

You noticed Vi looking up at Loris, the two of them staring at one another, having a silent conversation. Vi then leaned over the bar, speaking to the bartender, not letting you hear what they were saying. 

‘Do you want to go home?’ Toni signed to you. You quickly shook your head, signing back ‘I’m good, don’t worry’. She didn’t seem convinced, eyeing up at Loris who had his hands protectively on the back of your chair. 

“If you want to leave I can walk you both home.” He gently offered. 

You then sat up straight, putting on your serious face. 

“I came here to drink, dance, and have fun.” You huffed. “And I don’t plan on letting some asshole ruin that for me!” The bartender came back, sliding over waters and ice. 

“Be back.” Vi quickly left, making Loris do a double take. 

“Hold on, honey.” He gently tapped your chair before going after Vi.  

“What’s going on?” Toni asked as you both watched them disappear into the crowd.

“Company policy.” The bartender replied, handing you some ice wrapped in a cold rag. “Anything else? It’s on the house.” 

You didn’t have to be asked twice. 

“A shot of whiskey please!” You ordered. 

“Make that two, please!” Toni added. 

-

“Okay, but that was hot.” Toni admitted as you both waited for Vi and Loris to come back.

“See! I told you he’s sweet.” You beamed.

Her smile faded, brows pinched together with worry as she placed her hand over yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Her eyes watched as you held the rag on your arm. 

That’s when the shots came in. Perfect timing.

“Yes! Now shut up and drink with me!” You handed her the glass before clinking it together. 

“Cheers, babe!” She shouted before downing it. 

You mirrored her, wanting to keep the fun going. 

“We should have gotten a chaser!” She stuck out her tongue, cringing. 

Loris and Vi appeared in the crowd again, heading towards the two of you. 

“What do you think they did?” She leaned into you. 

Your eyes quickly went over the two of them, both seemed to be fine, not scuffed up, no blood on either of them. Although the look on Loris’ face told you he was still upset. 

“I’d rather not.” You admitted as they returned. 

“How’s your arm?” Vi asked, signalling the bartender to fill up her empty cup. 

You reached for Loris, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned into him. You still felt icky about the whole thing so you needed some sort of security blanket to calm your nerves. So of course you grabbed Loris. His hand held your shoulder, thumb rubbing into your skin, not shying away or embarrassed to comfort you. 

“Can’t even feel it.” That was a lie, it felt spicy still, but you weren’t a baby. 

“Oh, this is Toni!” You started introductions. “Toni this is Loris and Vi.” 

“One hell of a way to meet someone.” Toni joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

Someone shouted for Toni, stealing away her attention. The people she was dancing with earlier beckoned for her to return to the dance floor. 

Before she could even tell them ‘no’ you cut her off. 

“Toni, go dance!” You encouraged her. 

“But, what about-”

“I’m literally fine!” You reassured her with a smile. 

You knew she would be unsure but you were fine. You signed ‘go dance’ while gesturing to the crowd of people. 

She then looked up at Loris. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

“You have my word.” He promised, gently squeezing your upper arm and your heart.

“I’ll be back after a few songs! Don’t go to the restroom without me!” She called out, rushing back to dance. 

“Wouldn’t you rather go out there and join her?” He asked, thumb still rubbing into your skin.

“Nah, I’d rather stay here with you.” You beamed up at him. 

“You guys are gonna make me puke.” Vi groaned, swishing her drink with irritation before taking a swig. 

“Sorry!” You blurted out to her. “But also,” You glanced up at him before looking back at her, “You knew what I was about.” 

She pointed at you, about to say something but then folded her finger back into her hand, head nodding and then shaking with irritation. 

“Fine. Still gross.” She grumbled, taking a swig of her drink. “Just know that the first time I met this guy he was asleep on the side of the road.” 

“Huh?” You cocked your head in confusion as he pulled you closer, tighter, against him. 

“Kidding!” She quickly added. “Just giving you a hard time, Loris.” 

He signaled for the bartender, ordering water for her. 

“Loosen up! You got the girl, right?….” She stopped, chugging the rest of her drink. 

Ignoring her comment he leaned down into your ear, “You okay?” 

You looked up, nodding your head while smiling to reassure him. 

“I’m okay! Everything’s okay!” You said a little too eagerly. 

You could tell on his face that he didn’t really believe you, but he didn’t push it. 

-

After some playful flirting and lots of chatting, a body came flying toward you, arms wrapping around you into a crushing embrace. 

“BAAAAAAAAAABE!” Toni shouted over the music.

“Guess what!” She pulled back, grinning ear to ear. 

“What?” You giggled as she began to sway you to the music. 

“Ulu just got us an invite to the second level!”

“She what!?” You weren’t sure if she was kidding or not. 

“Your friends here can join in but we gotta go!” She offered, giving them both a smile. 

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Yes! Now come on, I’ll be waiting for you by the stairs.” She then took off. 

“You guys wanna come?” You asked the two of them.

“I’ll pass.” Vi started gruffly. “Second level is loaded with other pit fighters and I’m not in the mood to hang around a bunch of sore losers.” 

Damn. 

“What about you?” You asked Loris. 

His eyes then went over to Vi. The two of them stared at each other, having another silent conversation. 

“Vi.” He stated. 

“Don’t.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “I’m not going up there.” 

“That’s not what I was going to say.” 

“I won’t cause any trouble!” She grumbled, before she started chugging her drink. 

You didn’t know Vi well enough but you figured she had a history of stirring up trouble in public places. Especially with the way she was downing whatever was in her cup. 

“Go have fun.” Her tone sounded bitter. 

The bartender came over, checking in, giving Loris the chance to pay for all the drinks the two of you ordered. 

“You sure you won’t come?” You offered her one last time. 

“I’m fine. Go.” She waved you off. 

A little bummed out but you didn’t want to nag her. She clearly made up her mind and you weren’t gonna change it. You quickly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you for your help, pretty!” You thanked her, genuinely meaning it.

“Whatever.” She brushed off, cheeks blushing. “Fuck off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up at Loris. “Come on, big guy.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your fun.”

“You won’t! Besides, I’m not letting you get away that easily.” You hugged his arm, batting your lashes with an innocent smile. “Pleeeease!”

He smiled. 

“Alright, but you still need to drink water.” He gave in. “Any other requests?” He offered.

An idea popped into your head. 

“Yes! You have to hold onto this for me, okay?” 

You put your hand in your pocket, pretending to feel around before pulling it out closed in a fist. 

“Here, hold this and don’t let go of it.” You offered your hand to him. 

He stuck his hand out, palm up, waiting for you to drop whatever you were holding. You couldn’t help but smile, placing your hand in his, lacing your fingers in between his with a giggle. Deep from his diaphragm a laugh rumbled through him as he realized your trick.

You hopped off the chair, giggling, proud of yourself.

“Oh my fucking gods-GO you two!” Vi groaned in irritation. 

The two of you were laughing, squeezing between the crowds of people, holding hands, heading towards the stairs and meeting up with Toni. 

-

The second level was no joke. The ground level was fun. There were strobe lights, glow and the dark paint splatters along the walls and floor, tables and chairs, the bar, and standard club bathroom with writing all over the walls of people’s plugs, signatures, and genitalia doodles. 

But the second level?

Well lit, three bars, shiny clean decors along the floors and walls, it was simply better. The dance floor was smaller but it was on polished tile that was basically reflective. Just the idea of going to the restroom was kind of exciting since you figured it would be much cleaner. Hell, it even smelled better on the second level. This was indeed a treat compared to some other places you had gone to before. 

You wondered what exactly Ulu did, or more like who did she talk to, to be able to get herself invited up top along with the rest of the girls.

A flash of sparkly green pulled your attention from across the room. She gave you a cheshire like smile, holding up a glass as she winked at you. Even with plenty of people around her she always knew how to make you feel important and seen. That’s when it dawned on you. 

You giggled, blowing her a kiss. 

“Who’s that?” Loris asked. 

“My neighbor.”

Her eyes went over you then to the man you were clinging on. She gave you a nod of approval, mouthing the words ‘have fun’ with a grin. You replied back with a ‘thank you’, before turning away. 

Your eyes then found your girlies, which, both of them were preoccupied at the moment. Ulu was all over a ‘muscle mommy’, most likely a pitfighter and another person who got her an invite up top. Meanwhile Jana was sitting at a booth, a few people surrounding her as she talked up a story of some sort, all of their attention on her. 

You pulled on Loris, telling him about your besties and giving him mini descriptions that way he wasn’t left in the dark. 

“Did I interrupt ‘girl night’?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“No! You didn’t interrupt anything! If anything you were a part of the plan.” You explained. 

“You planned for me?” 

“Well-” Someone accidentally shoulder checked you.

“Oh, pardon me!” They apologized before going on their way.

Loris then looked over you, his eyebrows furrowed as he spun you around for him.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled in confusion. 

“I’m looking for the sign on you that says ‘I want everyone around me to test my boundaries.’” He stated, making you full on laugh at how serious he sounded.

“Accidents happen!” You pulled him with you to one of the three bars, feeling the buzz die down. 

At the bar there were several people that were wearing designer stuff. They even were wearing real jewelry, making you feel a little underdressed in your outfit. Damn, even the people that surrounded you were simply in another tax bracket. 

But of course, Vi was right. There were lots of rough and tough athletic folks hanging around. Many of them were hanging around the bar.

“What do you want? I’m buying.” You offered Loris with a smile. 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

Folding your free arm over the bar you leaned against it, still holding his hand. 

“I know, I want to.” You replied. 

-

Jana made her way over to you as you had just received your drinks. 

“Hey, how have things been going?” She nudged you with her hip. 

Toni probably didn’t tell her or Ulu what had happened, so you wouldn’t either. 

“What do you think?” You gave Loris his drink, smiling so hard as her jaw dropped. 

“You mean to tell me you FINALLY went after your type?” She smiled, introducing herself to Loris as she shook his hand. 

“Mhm.” You winced as you mixed your fruity drink. 

“Type?” He echoed, eyeing you with a smile. 

“Yeah, the kind that she’s too scared to go aft-”

“Hey! Jana! Why don’t you grab Ulu and Toni for a quick dance!?” You quickly intervened. 

She smirked at you with a shake of her head before she went to go grab the girls. 

“Maybe there is a sign on me.” You mumbled, sipping your drink through the straw. 

“Your friends seem to care a lot about you.” He reassured you. “You got a lot of those?” 

“Friends? Fuck no. These girls are my LIFE.” You explained. “I would not still be here without them.” 

“Then know they mean well.” 

You couldn’t help but stare at him, with irritation but also admiration since he was right. He was right but you were allowed to be annoyed with your friends. 

Jana, Ulu, and Toni rushed over, pulling you to the dance floor as you gave Loris your drink. 

“Be back!” You told him. 

-

After lots of dancing you made your way back to Loris who had situated himself in a booth. He handed you your drink as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, stirring your mixed drink with the straw. He wrapped his arm around your waist, making sure you wouldn’t slip off since your feet were dangling. 

“Here, try some.” You offered it to him. 

He took it, drinking directly from the cup, grimacing. “That’s really sweet.” He gave it back to you. 

“Don’t like sweet stuff?” 

“Just you.” He replied, not missing a beat, pinching your chin.

You smiled, feeling giggly and pretty. 

“Keep talking like that and you're gonna get kissed.” You warned playfully. 

“Is that a promise?” He chuckled, eyes still on you as he leaned back into the booth. 

“It is.” Your hand finding his chest, making its way up to his face. 

“Then you’re the sweetest.” His knuckles grazing your cheek. “Too sweet to be here.” He swallowed, eyes looking you up and down. 

“Be careful.” He warned.

“Me?” You questioned, slowly leaning in. 

“Mhm, I’ve got more of a bitterness to me.” He explained as you placed your drink on the table, reaching up and brushing back some of his hair.

“I’d beg to differ, you’ve been VERY sweet to me the whole night.” You smirked, inching closer. 

He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, his pupils were getting bigger. 

“Only for you.” 

Gods, the chokehold this man had on you. 

“Well, lucky for you, I only like my drinks sweet. But when it comes to men…?” You leaned further in, mouths just an inch apart, you could feel his breath on you. “Let’s just say I prefer them to be savory……especially when they’re willing to come to my aid.”

He leaned in, finally kissing you. His lips were just as soft as his kiss, surprising you. It was comforting. Almost like a reassurance that all the shit you endured was worth it. 

He pulled away but wrapped his hand around the base of your neck, snaking its way up to cup the back of your head. This allowed you to rest your forehead against his with shaky breaths. There was a quick peck or two before one of ‘your songs’ came on. Reminding you that you were still in public. 

Ulu called your name, shouting that your song was on, making you and Loris laugh, pulling away. She was giggling as her and her girl were comparing their hand sizes, being all cute together. 

“Want to go dance?” You asked him since your song was playing.

“You go, I’ll watch.” 

You scrunch your nose at him. “Then I’ll dance right here.” 

You slipped off his lap, grounding yourself in between his legs as you grabbed your fruity drink. You leaned a little forward, making sure to move your hips and ass to the beat of the song, to give him a show. 

He had one hand on your waist while the other was cradling your free hand, keeping you steady as you danced to the beat. You definitely had his attention because you could practically feel his eyes burn a hole into you. Feeling good you continued to sip your drink as you danced.

Feeling brave, with liquid courage of course, you backed up into him, leaned forward with a grip on his knee and started to grind onto his lap. You felt him stiffen up, his hold on your waist tighten as you worked. With your free hand you guided his hand just below your titty, making sure it pressed snuggly against you. 

Peering over your shoulder as you moved against him you saw what a mess he was. His jaw was clenched, nostrils slightly flared, taking deep breaths as he stared at your body, his eyes engulfing you and you hypnotized him. 

Maybe it was the music, maybe it was tension, maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was the way his hands were caressing your skin, maybe it was scenery, or maybe it was everything but you felt like the hottest woman in the world. Especially with the way he was looking at you. You might as well have been. 

“Enjoying the show?” You winked at him. 

“Drink your water.” He insisted, snapping back to reality, taking whatever was leftover of your mixed drink and handing you your water. 

Your song ended, and there was nothing else to do except sit back on his lap and drink your water like he had told you to. 

“Yes sir.” You sighed with the roll of your eyes.

His eyes widened as he threw back the rest of your mixed drink, meeting your gaze as you drank your water. 

“Hey, hi, nice to meet you. I gotta pee!” Ulu rushed out as she came over, grabbing your hand and pulling you off his lap. “Toni, I'm taking her!” Ulu shouted, saving her from any future panic.

Quickly putting your water down, you let Ulu guide you to the restroom, eyes still on Loris. There was a stir in your lower stomach. 

-

You folded her skirt over your arm as you leaned against the stall door, not having to keep it closed since it did have a functional lock, but there for emotional support. The restroom was indeed fancy and it did smell amazing. What an upgrade. 

“Loris, the guy I’m with, he’s friends with Vi.” You said over your shoulder, through the crack of the stall. 

“Yeah! I heard through the grapevine that she’s ‘emotionally unstable and unavailable’.”

“That just sounds like your type.” You admitted with a scoff.

Ulu had a history of getting with girls that were…..hard to get, and once she got them they didn’t want to commit. 

“That’s what I said!” She flushed the toilet, hand popping out from under the stall, wanting her skirt. You gave it back to her with a chuckle.

“But no, she really isn’t looking for anything so I won’t bother. Besides,” She opened the stall, switching with you. “Lelani over there is lovely!” 

You got to business as she started tapping along the stall wall, humming happily. 

“Loris cannot keep his eyes off of you!” She sang, you could practically hear her smile. 

“You think so?” You finished your business with a flush.

“Absolutely!” You opened the stall, meeting Ulu’s gaze. “Not like he’s undressing you with his eyes, but more like he’s admiring you.” 

The two of you went over to the sinks, washing your hands and refreshing your appearances. 

“Admiring me like…I’m a work of art?” You chuckled. 

“Like you’re the artist.” 

Damn. 

“Oh.” Was all you could say.

“Exactly. So don’t think too much about it. Just enjoy it!” She encouraged. 

-

After the bathroom break you were soon back in Loris’ lap.

“Missed me?” You smiled up at him. 

He mirrored your smile as he looked at you. He reached down, gently holding your jaw as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip with his other hand on your back for support. He nodded with a hum before pulling you in for a kiss. 

As he leaned back into the booth you moved, climbing further up his lap, sliding your hands over his solid chest. His hand stayed on your back, while yours cradled his face, fingers brushing over his facial hair. Your lips met over and over again. Gentle. Always gentle, but at this point you wanted more than that. 

“Do you wanna get going?” You asked in between kisses. The sensation you were getting in your stomach and in between your legs was practically begging you to leave.

He let out a breathy laugh through his crooked smile, giving you a couple more kisses before he helped you off his lap.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He responded. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I just want to let my girlfriends know.” 

Luckily they were at one of the bars, laughing about something as you rushed over to them. 

“Well, well, well.” Toni smirked. “Look who decided to pull herself off her big tough man.” She teased. 

“You two have been attached at the hip!” Jana added. “You about to head out?” 

You nodded, your smile almost splitting your face. 

“Ooooooooh!” They synced in excitement. 

Ulu pulled you into a bone crushing hug. 

“Be smart! Don’t do anything I would.” She laughed.

You then went to Jana, she held your face in her hands, blotting your t-zone with a napkin before pulling you into a hug. 

“Stay hydrated, okay?” You nodded your head, the two of you kissed each other’s cheeks. 

Toni then held your hands. 

“Remember to keep your bracelet on, okay? If anything feels wrong or weird just switch it to SOS. Got it, babe?” She held your gaze, making sure you were listening. 

“Yes ma’am.” You replied as the two of you hugged, swaying to the music. 

As you pulled away you couldn’t help but smile. 

“You guys have fun and be safe too! I love you all!” You waved at them. 

They hyped you up as you walked back over to Loris, giggling over their support. 

-

The two of you walked down the stairs, heading to the nearest exit. 

“Do you wanna say bye to Vi?” You asked him, eyeing her. 

She was still at the bar, still sitting by herself, but no longer drinking.

He stared at her, not saying anything but his face told you enough. Vi was clearly going through something but you didn’t want to intrude. You just hoped that she would get better with time. 

"You think she's gonna be okay?" You craned your head, clinging to his firm forearm against your chest.

"She didn't feel like drinking herself stupid tonight. Besides, I pity the one who decides to pick a fight with her." He admitted with a shake of his head, still looking back at her.

He looked …..concerned, but there was something else there, something much more....heavy. You looked down at your connected limbs. Maybe he wasn't ready.

"If you'd rather stay, I can respect that." You offered, about to let go of him.

"No," He lifted your chin and your gaze back up to him. "She's fine. I'm not her escort."

His reassurance gave you a boost, teasing the sensation in between your legs.

"Then can you be mine tonight?" You bit your lip as you tugged him down, getting on your tiptoes.

He chuckled with a smirk before bending down and planting a couple of kisses on your lips. The smell of whiskey on his breath further exciting you. He rose to his towering stature and wrapped his arm over your shoulders before pulling you along, leaving the club.

You heard your name being called out from the second level, grabbing your attention. The girls were waving bye to you over the railing. You gave one more look back to them before sending them air kisses and waves.

‘Get that dick, babe!’ Toni signed with a grin.

You laughed before turning away.

-

The walk to his place wasn’t long, but it wasn’t as quick as you would have liked. 

"Hmm, I can't tell if this is a new place or if you hardly live here." You teased him.

"Both." He admitted, leading you into the kitchenette.

"A busy man?" You hopped up on the counter, watching him get you some water.

"You could say that." He handed you a glass. "What about you? You live a busy life?"

You drank the entire glass before answering.

"Have to, gotta keep up with the times." You placed the glass down, scooting it away as you reached for him.

His eyes then went to your arm, eyebrows furrowing and a frown forming. The scratches were still visible but the swelling went down. 

“He better hope I never run into him.” His tone low and deep. “If I see him again I’m gonna rip his arm off.” His hand gently cradled your arm, thumb lightly running over the scratches. 

Trying to move on you pulled him closer to you, allowing him to cage you in as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He leaned down, kissing your temple before dragging his lips down, scraping you with his facial hair. “I’m sorry, honey. I should have been paying attention and got to you faster.” He apologized.

You hugged him, exhaling. “You got to me in time.” You reassured him. “Thank you for that.” 

In all honesty you didn’t know what you were gonna do if he hadn’t intervened. 

It wasn’t like you were in an alley, out on the sidewalk on your way home because you always carried something on you. But you were in a nightclub where no weapons were permitted inside. Getting kicked out or possibly banned for flipping out on a guy didn’t help either. 

The two of you stayed like that for a minute. Hugging, processing. He then tucked some of your hair behind your ear, whispering "What was it you were looking for tonight?"

Before you could even answer he pressed his lips behind your ear, at the start of your neck.

"So-some fun." You tried to get out.

He dragged his lips lower, humming for you to go on.

"Needing sah-some relief." You added.

He started to suck. You sighed, closing your eyes. 

"Hoping to meet a guy who'll let me finish." You shakily admitted.

He stopped, "That hard to come by?"

"Ye-yeah." You opened your eyes, mind clearing up as you realized what you had just said. 

He didn't respond. 

Embarrassment started to take over, making you wonder if you should have said something else. Maybe something less personal. Was that too personal? Maybe too honest? A little too real?

He then pulled you onto him, hands supporting your thighs as he hoisted you up, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you off with ease.

He took you into his bedroom, turning on the light before setting you down in the middle of his bed with a flop. He caged you in again, hovering over you with his eyes dead set on you.

"Let's fix that." He said gruffly, leaning down and kissing you again.

As the two of you pulled away, you tried to focus. 

“Before we start, are you clean?” You knew that you were technically supposed to ask that earlier but better late than never.

“Yeah, I got checked recently. You?”

You nodded your head in agreement. 

“Do you want me to grab some condoms?” 

“No, it’s okay. I’ve got the implant.” You then guided his hand to your arm, feeling for the ridge on your inner bicep.

“Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know, alright?” 

You quickly agreed, laying down, you reached up and held his strong jawline. You pulled him in, nibbling on his bottom lip, hoping he would go a little more rough.

He then pulled away.

"Let's have a safe word, okay?" You dumbly nodded your head, mind very fuzzy as his hand slid up your thigh. "You with me?" He asked.

"Sorry! Yeah, let's have a safe word." You agreed, feeling silly.

"What do you want it to be, honey?" His voice gruff with want. 

"Oh uh,” Your mind started racing, “ How about 'halt'?"

"Halt?" He repeated.

"Yeah, that's something I usually wouldn't say. Especially now." You explained with haste. "Sound good?" 

"Hm, yeah. It sounds good." He agreed.

"Good." You then pulled him back against your lips, making him chuckle.

He pressed further into you, both his mouth and his lower half. The stir that was in between your legs was forming into an ache. A deep ache. His large hand began to trail upward, to the top of your pants-why did you wear pants???

That's when the undressing started.

Shoes were quickly kicked off, allowing the two of you to move up the bed. You reached down to the bottom of his white button-up and started to pull it up, needing to feel his skin. He whispered a quick 'hold on' in between kisses before pulling it off. Your eyes and hands wandered over his toned middle, tracing his happy trail down to his belt buckle. Just as you were about to unfasten his belt, his large hand gently covered both of yours, stopping you.

"Before we get to that, there's something I have to take care of first." He then slid you up the bed, hands now unbuttoning your pants.

Your heart picked up as you quickly slipped your top off, tossing it aimlessly. He pulled off your pants with an ease that made you wonder if he was even nervous.

He lowered himself, his hands slowly finding themselves behind your knees, spreading them to make room for his large frame. His mouth then found your inner thigh. You leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, heart racing as you were processing everything with deep slow breaths.

You actually pulled it off. You're at his place, in his bedroom, on his bed, with his mouth making its way up your thigh.

One of his hands trailed up your stomach, his warm palm snaking past your breasts to your neck which found its way to your jaw, pulling your attention onto him.

"I want you to look at me, okay? Don't take your eyes away."

 You pulled his pillows behind you, sitting up on your elbows. 

"You want to show off?" You anxiously rasped.

"I want you to look at me while you fall apart."

He then lightly bit your inner thigh, forcing a squeal out of you. The bastard then smirked as he did it again, higher. Your hands gripped his sheets, watching him make his way up to your-

"How much do you care about this?" He asked, finger lightly tugging the side of your panties. 

"Not much." You replied.

He suddenly ripped it off, stealing your breath as the cool air hit your cunt. 

He flung the shreds of what were your undies off the bed before he continued his playful biting in the crevice of your thigh and pelvis. He slowly spread your lips with his thumbs, jolting your senses. He hovered over your cunt, his breath tickling you as he gave you a long slow lick. 

Fuck.

Your breathing picked up as he kept his mouth on you, tongue finding your clit that made your hips jerk. One of your hands slid down, combing your fingers through his hair, happily humming as he ate. 

His lips went back to your clit as he moved his fingers over the rest of your slick. He released your clit with a 'pop' as he looked up at you. 

"Tell me," He gave a couple of licks, "What made you want to talk to me?"

"You're asking me that, now?" You whined as he nibbled on your lips.

He hummed, waiting for you to answer.

"It was stuffy, but it was cold tonight." You started, he returned to your clit, finger slowly circling your hole. 

"I-I thought that the alcohol and dancing would ha-have me sweating, but I was still cold." The tip of his finger teased your entrance, making you slightly tighten in anticipation. 

"Ah…all the people I danced with were cold."

He then slipped his finger in, your fingers starting to grip his hair as you let out a shaky breath. 

"You caught m-my eye because you're so…so fucking hot, I just didn't eh-expect you to be so warm."

He curled his finger up, rubbing that spot that always had you curling your toes. 

"Talking to you, having your arm wrapped around me kept me warm. So warm." You slurred out.

He started to suck again, rubbing your spot as he moved his fingers in and out. 

You started to rock against him, making the wet grow, gods, you knew you were going to make a mess.

You couldn't help it, you closed your eyes as his pace picked up. The squelching started to get louder just like the squeaking of his bed frame. You could feel your slick dripping out. You were making a mess-he had you making a mess. 

“And….ha, you saved me from some asshole who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” You hurried. “I was scared and you came and saved me. How, how could I not be drawn to you?” You were almost out of breath.

You were getting close.

He stopped sucking but continued to finger you. "Tell me what you want." He gruffed.

You bit your lip, still rocking your hips to meet his movements.

He grabbed your chin, making you look at him. His lips and jaw were wet with your mess, and his breathing had become ragged.

"Tell. Me. What. You. Want." He repeated with authority.

Fuck. What woman wrote him because men like him only exist in fiction. 

"I want to cum." You answered.

"Tell me that I can." He licked your mess off his lips. "Tell me that I can make you cum." There was urgency, not just in his voice, but in your hips, his movements, in the air.

"Make me cum." You commanded. 

He held your gaze as he dove back down, adding another finger inside, making the stretch add more fuel to the fire.

"Ah!" You let out over the squelches, over the sound of his knuckles slapping against the meat of your ass as he roughly fingered you. 

Your grip on his hair tightened, just like your cunt did. His groans rumbled through your skin, and all that was left was for you to snap.

It washed over you just like whiskey. 

Your vision darkened for a few seconds, your knees shook as your lips quivered over his digits, heart raced in your chest and ears as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck. 

His eyes rolled back as he pulled out, pushing his hands behind your knees so he could drink all the wet you created. He wasn't quiet about it either, he slurped with ragged breaths, almost sounding desperate as he cleaned you.

“Oh fuck….” You gasped as he finished, letting go of your legs. 

You pulled him up to your mouth, savoring the taste of yourself along with how soft he kissed you. Even though you were still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to get back to business, especially since you wanted to see what he was packing.

Your hand trailed down his chest and back down to his belt buckle.

"Can I suck you off?" You asked in between kisses.

He hummed in approval, "After I make you come again." He replied.

"You can,” You sat up on your knees, grabbing his middle and pushing him down to where you were lying. You straddled him, finally unbuckling his belt with eager hands. “Later.” 

The bulge in his pants was quite obvious....and large. Cupping your hand over it, you wanted to see how big you were working with.... your heart nearly stopped when you realized your hand couldn't even hide his bulge.

"You alright?" He asked with a smug smirk.

"My....my eyes might be bigger than my stomach..." You swallowed. 

"Stomach?" He repeated. 

Unzipping his pants, you tugged them off with his help, watching his long thick member slap up against his tight stomach, revealing you meant what you said.

"Ye-yeah." You swallowed again. "That's exactly where you're gonna be."

He was indeed the biggest man you ever approached because there was nothing small about him.

Taking him in your hand, at least what you could fit in your hand, you could feel his pulse throbbing. Lowering yourself down onto your elbows, you slowly pulled back his skin, revealing his rosy-colored head. 

Slowly pumping him, a bead of wet appeared at the slit. You gave his head a playful lick, collecting the pearl of precum on your tongue. The slightly salty taste had you back for seconds, earning you some groans from the man before you.

You kissed him along his shaft, dragging your lips and tongue down as you cupped his balls, his brown hair that crowded around the base brushing against your hands. Stroking him, you made sure to keep eye contact with him just like he did with you. Batting your eyelashes, hoping that your eyeliner still looked good.

His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek just under your eye. His mouth was agape, eyes never leaving yours as his chest heaved up and down.

You placed kisses wherever you could, his base, inner hairy thighs, shaft, and then back up to his head. You started to take him in your mouth, hoping you could manage to fit him in without getting lockjaw. Sucking his head had him squirming, making you giggle. You swirl your tongue all around, making sure to focus on that little area just underneath.

His hand slid the back of your head, cupping you while tangling his fingers into your hair. You then took him further in before you started to bob, stroking him with one hand while you continued to massage his balls.

Watching him fall apart underneath you was getting to be too much, that deep ache returned. 

The greediness started to grow in your stomach, having you bring him further and further into your mouth and soon throat. You started to gag at the pressure, making the ache even more prominent. That saltiness returned. It almost made you want to let go of him to start playing with yourself, as the ache started to hurt.

You let up trying to catch your breath while strings of drool still connected the two of you. His eyes were still on yours and the look he was giving you felt purely carnal. 

This didn't stop your stroking, which you were now doing with both of your hands. The pulse was getting stronger now, along with the grip he had on the bed sheets. His jaw was clenched shut now, still breathing hard, with heavily lidded eyes. Your grip slightly tightened, earning a pleasing hiss.

Feeling gutsy, you asked the question that had been plaguing your mind. 

"What made you want to take me home?" You rasped. 

He struggled, swallowing as he carefully thought about his answer. 

“You made Vi laugh.” 

“I-what!?” You pulled away, blinking with confusion. 

He quickly sat up on his forearms, realizing what he just said. 

“I was watching the two of you for a little bit. I saw how you made her spit out her drink.” A small smile formed on his face. 

“She’s been going through…a lot and it’s getting harder and harder to help her.” His eyes were elsewhere, his face and member softened as he thought. 

“She’s got a good heart and a good head on her shoulders. And she’s strong. So strong, but everyone has a breaking point.” He sighed. “She didn’t deserve that. No one like her deserves that kind of heartbreak.”

He paused, still gathering his thoughts. Obviously there was a lot you didn’t know and there was probably a lot more you would never know, but right now you didn’t need all the answers. You just needed to listen.

“You’ve been the only person, other than me, to make her laugh.” He admitted. 

“She might seem rough around the edges, but I promise she’s someone that once you get to know, care about, she would do anything for you. She’s just that kind of person.” 

Another pause. 

“And those kinds of people deserve the best…they deserve the whole world.” He slowly shook his head. “I just wish she would see that.” 

He then looked back up at you. 

“So when you, this beautiful thing I had seen out on the dance floor, make your way over to Vi, making her laugh so hard that she spit out her drink…..it pulled me in.” 

You straightened up, folding your legs underneath you. 

“You’re lucky that you’re so handsome,” You started with a smirk. 

“Saying another woman’s name while in the middle of sex is usually a turn off and is a sign to leave, but….” His eyes were filled with worry, making you smile. “That was very sweet, what you said.” 

You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“Vi is very lucky to have someone like you in her life. Someone that actually cares.” That’s when you got that pang deep in your chest. That uncomfortable ache that you tried so very hard to work on. 

Jealousy. 

All the guys you messed around with, actually gave a shot, were nowhere near as emotionally intelligent as Loris. Or honest. You were convenient for them and so that’s just what you were. Convenience. The closest you got was ‘sweet’ or ‘nice’ or ‘pretty’. But that was it. 

You’d hope that maybe Loris saw something in you. Something other than just convenient. 

“You….alright?” He reached up, cupping your face. 

Nodding your head, you crawled your way up to him, face to face. 

“I’m gonna need you to shut up now, okay?” You reached your hands out, combing your fingers through his facial hair as you grabbed ahold of his face. “Can’t have my seat talking.” 

As sweet as that moment was, you needed him to focus back on you and the situation you two were in. 

He then quickly lied down while pulling you over his face, making you giggle from his sudden eagerness. His hands wrapped around your thighs as you adjusted your knees and feet snuggly in between him and the bed. Your hands planted against the mattress as you looked down at him. 

“If you need a break to breathe just tap me three times.” You instructed as you hovered over him. 

“Break? Honey, if I suffocate to death just know I did so happily.” He joked before pulling you down onto him. 

“OH!” You gasped as he picked up where he left off. 

His tongue dove itself into you, feeling around before going back to your clit. He went back to sucking it, making you whine with want. He then let go of your clit, eyes still on you. 

“Use me.” He muffled against you, the vibrations tickling you. 

Nodding dumbly you did so, grabbing a hold of his hair as you started to rock your hips, clit brushing his nose while he tongue pushed itself in. 

“No, no. Go back to sucking.” You instructed, doing your best to balance as you repositioned.

He did as was told. He sucked your clit, eyes now closed. 

“Now stick your fingers back-OH!” He was way ahead of you, sliding his hand back up and slipping a couple of his digits into you at your request. 

“Oh fuck!” You gasped as he played with your g-spot. 

Your vision was starting to blur as the pleasure started to build up again. The delicious feeling of this man eating you like his life depended on it was starting to be too much. The pressure was building up until it didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“OH!” You cried as you came. “Fuck!” 

You rocked against him, biting your lip as you rode the waves out, trying to recollect yourself as the stars in your eyes started to fade. He moaned, gathering everything you released and swallowing it with pride. 

You leaned forward, on your hands again, giving him room to breathe as you tried to remember your name. 

“You okay?” He asked from below. 

“Yeah, just catching my breath.” You answered with a lazy nod. 

“Good.”

After a few more seconds of coming back down you did just that, making your way back down to his lap as you lied against him. You found his mouth, kissing him while his hands ran up and down your body. 

The two of you kissed for a few minutes. 

“Let me look at you.” He whispered, holding your face in his hands. His eyes scanned over you, analyzing what felt like every inch of your face. 

There was something much more intimate about this, than him pleasuring you. It was hard to explain, but him looking at you, being naked with you and choosing to admire you as he held your face in his hands was raw, gentle, and almost…..loving. 

“You’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You pulled away, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide as you smiled. You smiled so hard that your cheeks started to hurt as your heart raced. 

It had been a while since you felt special. 

“Don’t tease-” 

“I’m not.” He interjected without hesitation. “You are.” He then brought his hands up to your face again, “Please let me look at you.” 

You complied, not saying anything. His eyes went over you again, as if studying. 

“Regardless of what you think, you are the loveliest woman I’ve come across.” He admitted, a small smile forming. 

You just nodded your head, not saying anything. It felt like he was telling the truth and even if he wasn’t, if he was just trying to make you feel better about yourself, you would play pretend. That was something you had gotten good at, especially in situations like this. 

Leaning in you kissed him again before pushing yourself up and making your way back to his lap. 

You grabbed his cock, giving him a few pumps as your other hand cupped his balls. It got hard again, firming in your hand as it grew, precum leaking as you gave him a few playful licks. Making eye contact with him, motioning for him to scoot down as you straddled him. 

Balancing yourself with one hand on his chest, you reached down, lining him up with you. Letting go when his head found your entrance, you lowered yourself only for him to slip away. You scoffed, trying to reach back down, almost slipping off him with a little squeal. 

“Here.” He chuckled as he pulled you back on, grabbing himself and realigning his tip to your opening. 

“I can do it myself.” You huffed with a pout. 

He chuckled again, reaching up to hold your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip as his eyes went over your face. 

“I know you can, baby.” 

Slowly lowering yourself down with his help, he was able to push in. The stretch of his head made you squeeze your eyes shut, jaw drop open with a gasp. Even though you were still very wet it was still jarring. There was a warmness as you continued to make your way down, earning a hiss from the man underneath you. 

Once you bottomed out, you tried to catch your breath. 

“Gods.” You panted. 

His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over your skin as the two of you adjusted to the new sensation. 

“Don’t start moving just yet.” He admitted shakily. “It may be over before it starts.” He chuckled. 

You shook your head. “Don’t worry….I need a minute.” You agreed. 

After about a minute of the two of you still adjusting and processing, you were still in disbelief. 

“You’re….definitely…the biggest….” You didn’t have to finish, he was already laughing. Not chuckling, full on laughing. 

His eyes squinted as his downturned lips were fully up and pulled back by his smile. He looked beautiful. When he finally collected himself, you suddenly felt….shy? As if you hadn’t been fooling around with him the entire night. Like you didn’t pull the sweetest, biggest, handsomest man from the club and have him all over you. 

“Hey,” He squeezed your hips, grabbing your attention. “You still with me?” 

You then clenched around him, making him jolt from the sudden pressure. He blinked as his grip tightened on you, making you smirk. 

“Yeah,” You readjusted your legs around him. “Keep up, okay?” You smirked. 

His eyes darkened, that carnal look returning. He then swatted your bottom, earning him an airy gasp. 

If he wanted to play like that then who were you to deny him?

Lifting yourself about halfway you dropped yourself back down, feeling him get even harder. 

“Fuck….” He muttered with gritted teeth.

Leaning back on your hands you slowly started to rock your hips around while moving up and down, the girth of his dick rubbing all the good spots in you while the head kissed your cervix.

His hands moved up as you worked, finding your breasts and giving them a squeeze. 

This made you stop for a moment, pussy tightening at his touch as you bit your lip. This didn’t go unnoticed, of course he was going to find your weakness. He gave them another squeeze while rubbing his thumbs over your perked nipples. Your hips started going faster as a moan escaped you. 

He scoffed.

“Earlier, when you spilled some of your shot on you…” He continued to play with your nipples as you tried your best to keep your pace. 

“I wanted to clean it myself.” He admitted. 

This made you reach down and start rubbing your wet swollen clit. 

“I saw you looking down my top.” You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt another orgasm approaching. 

“You should have cleaned me….I would have let you!” You dropped down, he bottomed out again, earning a moan from you both. 

“You would have let me pull down your top, and lick it off in front of everyone?” He teased, tugging on your nipples. You nodded your head, rubbing harder, getting close. 

“I wanted you to touch me so bad.” You started to move faster, “I wanted you to….OH!” It washed over you, making your legs shake as you let out a high pitched moan. 

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted.

Suddenly sitting up, picking you up by under your arms, allowing the mess you just made to slip out. He held you up so he could suck on your nipples as the aftershocks washed over you. You cradled his head, fingers in his hair again as he tugged on your nipples with his teeth. 

“Fuck!” You whined, wanting more, squeezing on nothing. 

“If you keep making noises like that I’m gonna finish.” He gruffed as he covered your chest in bites and kisses.

“I want you to.” 

He stopped, eyes meeting yours as he slowly moved you back down. “You want me to cum?” 

“Yes,” You rasped, eyes not leaving his. “In me.” 

That carnal look returned but then shifted to something else. You didn’t know how to explain it but it stirred your stomach. He just kept still, staring at you with a clenched jaw.

“You want me to fill you up?” His voice was a little shaky at the end. 

“I want you to have your way with me.” You mewed as you reached down, realigning yourself before grabbing his balls and slowly massaging them. 

“Empty yourself in me. Show me how much you want me. Make an imprint in me so my body won’t forget you.” 

You’re not entirely sure where the confidence came from. You’ve never said anything like that to anyone before, but that’s how you felt. You wanted to be nasty. You wanted to be carnal.

“What’s our safeword?” Eyes dark and voice low. 

You blinked, trying to remember. 

“Uh, halt.” When it came to mind. 

“One more time.” He growled. 

You swallowed, a dark excitement tickling your stomach. 

“Halt.” You repeated more firmly.

His crooked smile made another appearance. “Try to remember that if it gets too much.” He slowly pushed himself in, making you gasp. “Cause I’m not stopping.” He bottomed out. “Even if I end up in your stomach.” 

He didn’t give you time to respond, he lifted you up and slammed you back down, making you eat your words. 

He lifted you up about halfway and then slammed you back down again, your vision blurring as your toes started to curl and mouth drop open. There was no air. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he did it again and again.

His pace started to quicken, getting harder as the squelching started getting louder. You clawed onto him as best as you could as he pounded into you, his hips slapping up against your ass, his thick pulsing cock rubbing against your g spot while slamming into your cervix.

You came undone again, stealing the breath from you as your eyes rolled back. 

“Loris!” You struggled out.

Holy fuck where had he been all your life? 

“Fucking hell…” He hissed with gritted teeth, his end approaching. 

Quickly coming back to reality you focused on him. Your mouth was soon on his thick neck, teeth sinking in as you sucked, hoping you would leave a mark there. You hoped you would see it tomorrow.

He grunted your name, hips starting to get sloppy, the wet you had made was getting everywhere, mixing in with his sweat and yours. The both of you making a bigger mess.

It was hard to think, the main thing on your mind was just ‘yes, yes, yes, please yes’. The hot coil in your lower stomach was tightening again, reminding you that you still needed him. He was practically in your stomach, mixing your guts, giving you everything you wanted. Everything you deserved.

You loved it. 

You knew he was just about to come. It was written over his face as he tried his best to hold on a little longer. You wouldn’t do that to him though, he deserved to finish. 

Leaning into his ear you whispered, “Let me have it. Give it to me.” 

“Gods!” He grunted, his trembling hips slowing down, as he finished. 

The warmness filled you, making you moan with satisfaction. 

That hot coil in you was still tightening up, getting ready for another release. You rocked your hips, tiredly rocking, still wanting more. One more. Just one last one. Please, gods. 

He sat up, pushing the back of your knees toward your chest as he pulled out, cock dripping wet, climbing over you before hooking your legs over his shoulders, sliding himself back in with a groan. 

“AH!” You cried out as he was now fucking you at a new angle. 

He was moving very sloppily, greedily. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed off the walls. 

One of his hands snaked down in between the two of you, squeezing his way to feel for your clit. The other hand grabbed your ankle, bringing it up to his lips, lightly kissing and then nibbling it as he worked. With each thrust he had you rambling nonsense. Getting closer and closer to the finish line. 

“Ohh FUCK!” You were hysterical, tears streaming from your eyes. 

“Almost there.” He grunted, fingers roughly rubbing your clit. 

“Please! Give it to me, baby!” You begged, earning some curses from him while he brought you to the end of the line. 

It washed over you, one last time, your hips were twitching, pussy quivering around him, vision fading  as you went limp. Pure fucking ecstasy. A few more thrusts and soon he was over the edge too. Filling you with more of his mess, overflowing and seeping from the sides. 

-

Gently letting your legs slide off his shoulders and down his arms he cradled your face, eyes looking over you with concern. 

“Are you alright? That wasn’t too much, was it?” He rasped, touching your heart again. 

“I’m okay.” You tiredly giggled. “It was perfect.” Reaching your hand up, you gently tugged on his single lock with a smile that he quickly mirrored. 

The two of you then looked down, staring at what still connected you both. He then slowly pulled out, a puff of air allowed everything that had been created to come spilling out onto his sheets. 

“Mmm, look at that.” He hummed, reaching down and gently spreading you open, making you moan since you were sensitive. His eyes met with yours again. 

“What was it you said earlier? ‘It ain’t fun unless it gets a little messy’?” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, something like that.” You giggled. 

He leaned down to kiss your temple before pushing himself off the bed, heading off to the bathroom. 

“Hold tight, I’ll get you something.”

You heard the sink running so you took the time to push out any more air that may or may not have sounded like a fart. Trying to save yourself from any potential embarrassment. Sitting up on your elbows, you gazed down at the aftermath. 

Sure enough there was a sticky mess that was painted all over the inside of your thighs and a stained patch underneath your butt. It glistened, making you feel satisfied….and also proud. You were, in fact, the artist. 

He came back with a washcloth, walking over to you.

He propped his knee up, leaning over as he widened the spread of your legs. You shivered, the ghost of an ache flashed but when he brought the damp cloth down to your most private area it quickly went away. A whimper slipped out, as he applied gentle pressure as he cleaned you up. 

His eyes met yours, an apology already forming. 

“I’m okay!” You reassured him with a breathy laugh. “Just sensitive.” 

He leaned in, cupping the side of your face and gave you a couple of soft kisses. He continued to wipe you down as best as he could. Not allowing you to help him because he insisted that the mess was ‘his fault’ so he would clean it. You weren’t gonna argue with him. 

“I’ll get you some water, okay?” He whispered as he finished up. 

You couldn’t help but scoff, a grin on your face. 

“You and your water.” You teased playfully. 

He left the bedroom, busying himself in his kitchenette to get you some more water. 

After he came back and rehydrated you, you handed him the empty glass. 

“Thank you. Now it’s my turn to go get cleaned up. Properly.” You clarified, sitting yourself up as he placed the glass on the nightstand. 

“You got it?”

“Yeah,” You stiffly stretched your legs. “The bathroom is literally right there.” You scoffed.

When you went to stand up, there was nothing to stand up on, at least, that’s what your body thought. Your dumbass fell, catching yourself just barely on your hands and knees, laughter radiating from you. 

“Are you alright???” Loris laughed as he quickly rushed over to you. 

“I’m okay! Be careful where you swing that thing!” You laughed, using your arm to block from his limp dick as he helped you up. 

“I guess my legs are still trying to wake up.” You muttered as he walked with you to his bathroom. 

You leaned against his door frame, shooing him away, reassuring him that you were fine. He closed the door for you, allowing you some privacy. 

His bathroom was surprisingly clean. It didn’t smell weird, there were no mysterious stains on the walls, and he had soap…..the bar of expectations was literally in hell. 

You relieved yourself, making sure you pushed out the rest of the mess he put in you. Washing your hands you couldn’t help but stare at your reflection. 

Your makeup was still holding up but it needed to come off before you went to sleep. That is…if you were sleeping over. 

The whole night, well, most of the night was great. You were starting to wonder if it was going too well? What if that was all there was? What if he was about to reveal his actual self and tell you to get the fuck out? What if he starts acting weird? You then looked down at your wrist, staring at your bracelet. 

Would you need to flip the switch?

Flashes of everything that had happened throughout the night came back. Even though you didn’t know Loris, you felt like you knew enough. There was something that was telling you to trust him. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t just switch up on you. Especially after everything you went through at the club. 

So many thoughts were going through your head but you took a deep breath. The only way you were gonna find out was walking back out there. 

After you washed your face you came out of the bathroom. 

“Here.” He tossed you one of his shirts. 

He turned to pull on his boxers and you stood there like an idiot, staring down at his shirt, heart feeling funny. That weirdly intimate feeling came again. It was a simple gesture but it was still sweet. 

“Am I….?” You started to feel silly. 

“Hm?” He asked. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” You almost whispered. 

“Yeah, of course. Or did you want me to take you home?” He looked over his shoulder to you. 

“Oh no, I’d rather spend the night.” You happily admitted.

He smiled, picking up his discarded clothes and moving them over to a chair before turning off the light.

Pulling on his shirt you climbed in his bed, slipping under the covers as he followed, situating himself beside you. He pulled you snuggly against him before sighing with content. Your head resting on his chest as you stared up at him in the darkness. 

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to stay?” You whispered, needing some reassurance.

“Yes, I want you here.” He kissed the top of your head. 

You couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes. 

“Can I ask you something?” He muttered in the darkness. 

“What?” 

“Why does your neighbor call you ‘Pocket Pussy’?”

You groaned over his laughter. 

[borathae]

Hey Sibi! I have three questions for the beautiful vampire Hobi: Can Doctor Love come to my birthday party? 🙏 (fyi you'd be the only one invited but you know....a woman has needs) 🙏

Secondly, how the hell do you remember every movie you've ever made? 😭 I've delivered a lot of projects at work and can only remember a few because of how stressed out I was LMAO!! (By the way, that movie you told OC you fucked like rent was due sounded incredible)

For the last question, I am assuming you've experienced acting on most of the genres (if not all) in porn. What would you say is your favorite and least favorite?

Thank you 🙏

Yesss Hobi love 💜

Question 1

He laughs loudly, throwning his head back. He definitely loves the cheesy flirting you just did. Once he calmed down, he meets your eyes confidentally, grinning playfully.

"Just tell me the address, time and dress code and I'll be there", he purrs, using his lower register for it.

Question 2

"That's a good question", he says and stands up from the couch, "give me a minute, I'll get it."

He leaves you in his living room for a while, returning with very think folders under his arm.

"So, I actually take notes of all my works and store them. I sorted them by gender, numbers of participants and years. I definitely don't have all of my movies memorised, so the folders really help me out."

He puts them on the coffee table.

"You can skim through them if you want to. I wrote down a lot of details too. You know, cast members, kinks and movie studio stuff but also everything which didn't go well so I know for next time."

Question 3

"I definitely experienced a lot of genres, yeah. I gotta be honest with you. I steered away from incest stuff and everything which had a rapey undertones 'cause I can't vibe with this. I also never tried Two Girls One Cup type of stuff, if we understand each other", he says and laughs, "But what's my least favourite genre of porn I actually shot?"

He thinks for a while, playing with his lower lip mindlessly. He hums every now and then and sometimes even squints his eyes.

"You know what? I'm gonna answer this a little differently. I don't think I have a hated genre, but I have a kind of directing which I hate. I worked with quite a few directors, which definitely had no idea how to make it comfortable for the performers. They made us hold certain poses for far too long, didn't give us water or air breaks and over all, didn't care about the wellbeing of us. So it's definitely this kind of porn I shot which I disliked the most. You know, where we stopped being a human and just were a prop in the director's eyes."

He hums, thinking for a moment.

"Something which is also very exhausting is shooting Shibari scenes or scenes where you have to fuck in a complicated position for a long time. It takes a lot longer to get sex down on film then it would take if you just had it privately. So sometimes those complicated scenes can get a little exhausting and tiring."

He nods his head, clearly happy with his answer. He listens to you well, then hums again as he thinks of his favourite genre.

"Without a doubt, oral scenes. Just give me a pussy, ass or dick to go down on and I'll have the best time. Also, it definitely feels good as fuck if I manage to make my partners genuinely scream in pleasure and they come to me after the shoot finished to tell me that they actually can't believe how good I fucked them."

He smirks lopsidedly, shrugging his shoulders.

"What can I say, Doctor Love just knows what's up."

He stays silent then suddenly gasps and pokes your arm.

"Ah yeah! And home movies! I almost forgot the home movies stuff! Dude, seriously just give me a camera and ask me to shoot porn with you in my bedroom and I'll have the best stuff. Homemade always feels special 'cause it's about the pleasure and connection not the aesthetic and getting the best camera shots. So me and my partners can fully immerse ourselves in the sex and it's more authentic."

He smiles at you, "thanks for asking me about my job. It's genuinely one of my passions and I love working as an adult performer. It was fun to actually talk about it for once."

[wheelin-after-midnight]

50.

What do you think will be the biggest change in your life in 2025?

I mean, I'm losing the complete independence I've had in this apartment for over a decade and the autonomy of being on my own for thirteen years. My whole life is being turned upside down in so many ways that so many people will never understand with this move and I'm beyond nervous and physically sick over it all the time. I'd do anything I could to change things, but I don't have a choice. I would like to think that I'll be pleasantly surprised and it'll bring about positive changes too, but judging how my life has gone til I found this place and things I know right now, my brain is really struggling to be optimistic about things. 2025 is making me wanna die. :/

How do you normally wear your hair?

Down, most often.

When was the last time you updated your resume?

Where did you buy your couch?

I don't have a couch.

Do you use a manual toothbrush or an electric toothbrush?

Both.

Do you like sleeping in total darkness?

I usually have the tv on til i fall asleep, but otherwise, yeah.

Which country's culture interests you the most?

I'm interested in almost every country and their cultures.

Have you ever had someone paint a portrait of you?

My Nan did, but she didn't finish it before she passed away. I took it from her house and still have it.

What was the last door you closed?

My apartment door when I came back from getting laundry from the dryer.

Have you ever been startled by your own shadow/reflection?

Not that I can remember.

Do you share a surname with any celebrities?

No.

What was the last meal you cooked?

I don't know. I've been eating very sporadically lately. Too fucking depressed to eat actual meals.

Do you know anyone with handwriting that's barely legible?

Yes.

Which room of your house is the most cluttered?

I have a studio, so not that many rooms, but none of them are cluttered. I hate clutter and mess and i wouldn't be able to move myself and my wheelchair around if it were like that.

Who was the last person who cried in front of you?

Does Nippy count? I've done a lottttt of crying in front of my girlfriend on video calls, but I haven't seen other people and had them cry in front of me. My cat though is always talking to me and begging/crying for my attention no matter how much I dote on her. "Cats are independent," they said. Yeah, sure. Clearly you haven't met one like mine, lmao.

If someone walked through your front door for the first time, what might be the first thing they'd notice?

Nippy. She sits by the door when she hears the buzzer and then when someone comes in, she gives them her little lengthy hello speech and usually rubs up on them.

What's your biggest worry for the future?

Ugh, literally everything pertaining to moving and where I'll be living. I'm tired of talking about it.

Do you toss and turn a lot in your sleep?

Yeah, I have to be able to move a lot or the hip I had surgery on gets so stiff and sore. Most of the rest of my body too, to be honest.

What's your favorite salad dressing?

Renee's Cesar for garlic lovers, or lighthouse cesar.

Do you feel like social media use has affected your attention span?

No. I feel like my Nan dying and leaving me without my only true constant emotional support and understanding and my entire life turning upside down affected my attention span. It's really hard to find peace when the smallest things are such a chore all the time and any semblance of autonomy, independence and freedom are ripped from you so continually and easily.

What is something that's important to you, that most people wouldn't care about?

Pffttt idk. Everything I've cared about, ever? Most people make me feel like myself and anything that I feel matters are so, so dumb.

[cryptidsurveys]

Tuesday, July 16th, 2024.

How have you been doing? I'm a little worn out from volunteering, but otherwise, I've been doing well. Cassie was telling me that I need to stay for a full day sometime, that way I can understand what they mean about the nonsense that goes on in the evenings. Basically, over the past few months, the time they actually get off work has been pushed farther and farther back. They're supposed to get off at 5pm, but Alex said the other day that she didn't get off until 6pm (and she already comes in ~30 minutes early). There also seems to be some growing animosity/resentment between the dog & cat people. Dog people are allegedly the hold-up. I'm not sure what changed, but it wasn't like this last summer. Cattery is usually finished early, often expected to help with the dog stuff; but when they ask for the final check to be done so they can go home, they're typically left for last.

I feel like that's eventually what will drive Cassie to quit. She had somewhere she had to be last night and they dragged things out until she was like, Yeah, I need to leave. She said it was "fine" in that situation; but in the future, when she has cheer practice, she's not going to be able to wait around for them because cheer won't take work as an excuse for being late. Also, I was told that Lucy might be looking for another job. Lucy told Cassie she wasn't going to quit until she found one, but after her absence last weekend, she might have just decided to go for it.

I know I'm essentially backseat managing here, lmao, but they really need to get ahead of this turnover issue. Since I started volunteering again last summer, they've lost something like 15 employees.

Anything you're looking forward to? Hopefully going for a picnic at the Mountain Park tomorrow. I haven't been there since last autumn, which is way too long. There's a certain rock in a certain stream that I just need to lie down on for a while.

Do you or anyone you know play the violin? No.

Do you have a nice view out of the closest window? It's just a view of some houses. And today, some construction. They're doing idk what on the corner diagonal from us.

What is one of your favorite breakup songs? I don't think I'm really a fan of any breakup songs.

Do you know anyone named Georgia or George? No.

What age did you learn how to ride a bike? Without training wheels? I think I was around 6 years old.

Are you currently listening to music or watching TV? I'm not. Sometimes I will listen to music while taking surveys, but it just feels like a bit much atm.

What is your morning routine? On volunteer days: depending on the day, get up somewhere between 5:15-5:45am. I'm usually awake a bit before that, though, so I just lie in bed and listen to something on YouTube. Shower, get dressed, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, gather the remainder of my things, talk with my dad for a bit. Then, depending on the day, leave somewhere between 6:20-6:45am.

On Wednesday: wake up, brush my teeth, make myself presentable, go grocery shopping, then come home and eat breakfast.

On Saturday: wake up whenever I feel like it, make breakfast, clean my bedroom, and make some art.

Are you someone who gets easily agitated by hearing someone chewing? No. It doesn't tend to bother me.

What was the last text you sent? It was a text to my mom. We might be going to see Despicable Me 4 on Saturday, and I was like, "I'll finally find out what all those little yellow minions are about."

What did you last have to eat? Some mixed veggies with sriracha sauce and a cheese and jalapeno sandwich.

What's your favorite kind of oatmeal/porridge? If we're talking about the flavored pouches, then probably brown sugar, birthday cake, strawberry, or peach. However, I typically use plain oatmeal as my base and use fruit, peanut butter, etc, to flavor it from there.

Have you ever ate a whole pizza in one sitting? I don't think so…maybe a half, though…? In elemntary school, we used to have pizza days on Friday (was it weekly? monthly? I can't recall); if you didn't "flip a card" (their disciplinary system), then you could pay some small $ amount that I no longer recall and get a half/full pizza, a cookie, and drinks.

What are some things you are grateful for? Volunteering. Even with all the drama, I can't imagine giving it up. I feel like it's a good exercise in detachment (not that I'm so detached, lmao; I'm obviously here dishing the constant tea). Like, if you ever just want to be an observer without any real expectations or responsibility for the system as a whole, go volunteer somewhere. It's an interesting experience… It's helping me learn to step back, stop trying to control everything, and just sort of let everything play out the way it will. It's not that I've given up all autonomy to the flow, but seriously, sometimes it helps to really see just how little of this teeming, chaotic world has anything to do with me. Thought I was going to make a difference; instead, found out what a cosmic speck I am. Maybe not what I wanted, but definitely what I needed. Still a speck, but now a free speck.

What's the last thing you done while outside? Drive, I guess.

How often do you do laundry? Every few days. It just depends on how quickly it piles up.

Have you already had your birthday this year? Yes, back in March. Which feels like forever ago. June 1st feels like it was last week, but March feels like it was last year.

Last thing you done before this survey? Vacuum the living room and dining room.

Do you like sleeping with multiple pillows? I have multiple pillows on my bed, but I only sleep with one.

How many candles do you have in your bedroom? A couple.

What emojis have you used the most here recently? D; and :')

What color is your favorite shirt? I don't have a favorite shirt, but my favorite hoodie is black.

Do you currently smell food cooking? No. Oh, but at the shelter earlier, I walked out of cattery to go to the bathroom and it smelled like someone was cooking hot dogs with ketchup or something. Come to find out it was ant killer. What a wild smell for such a thing…like luring them to a picnic or something…

If you were given $1,000 to spend at one store. What's your store of choice? Walmart (groceries).

How much sugar do you consume on a daily basis? Idk.

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? Yeah. Well, it's custard, but same basic deal. It's from Culver's. Strawberry cheesecake and mint choco-chip.

What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word "chaos"? Chaos theory, chaos magicians…etc.

Do you own anything that has an animated character on it? Somewhere.

Have you used a microwave today? Yeah.

What's the last book you read? Still in the midst of the third Dune book. I haven't picked it up in a while, though. I just haven't felt much like reading lately.

What's something that always makes you cringe? Idk.

What's a word or phrase you say a lot? My toxic trait is that I'm blind to my own annoying catchphrases.

What's something that always makes you emotional? Music. Not always in a good/cathartic way. Sometimes in an overwhelming/spiraling way.

How many times have you changed clothes today? Twice. From pajamas to volunteer clothes and back to pajamas.

What's on your mind currently? Just how busy this next week-ish feels. I hope I don't get a migraine…

In what ways have you changed over the past year? So many ways.

Do you really care about others opinions of you? Ehhhhh. Much less than I used to, but still to some extent.

What's your favorite pasta? Spirals, bowties, macaroni elbows.

Do you currently see anything yellow? Some watercolor flowers I painted.

What did you last try to do and failed? Not sure.

Does your bathroom have a certain theme or color scheme? Not really.

If you have Netflix or any streaming service.. what's your favorite shows to stream? N/a.

Are you currently wearing anything red? No.

What was the last thing that caught your eye while shopping? I'm not sure.

What's a social media site you have no interest in? Twitter, Facebook, Tik Tok…I don't even know what's out there these days because I don't keep up.

Have you ever tripped and fallen in a public place? Yeah.

When did you last buy a dairy product? Last Wednesday.

What's the last song you sang out loud? I'm not sure.

[limitless-rose]

Stray Kids as weird habits/quirks of mine:

Yes, that's how I act, I'm sorry 🙃

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˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Bang Chan: Randomly flirting on accident but unable to actually flirt on command. I can openly make 'flirty/suggestive' comments and throw 3 (very) inappropriate jokes in a row to casually respond in a conversation, to the point where my male friends keep assuming I'm flirting with them (I'm really not, that's how I act around people In comfortable with). But if you put me in front of someone I have a crush on, I become hella awkward, I can't even ask them a casual question without somehow messing up, make it make sense 🤷‍♀️ (why did Daddy Issues start playing while I was typing this last part, ffs)

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Lee Know: Passive aggressive, semi offensive, sarcastic but still caring comments. Well, just being 'cold' and moody in general. At this point, I get a genuine compliment and turn it into a self depricating joke. Even in deep, meaningful conversations, I tend to throw in dark comments. My fellow STAY friend has actually said that I give off Lee Know energy sooo here it is, I guess 😅

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Changbin: Talking loud and fast when I'm excited. Like, I could just be casually talking to my friends about, let's say, cartoons, and once I find out we all watch the same thing, I verbally keyboard smash, lol (you should see me when I find out people I hang out with listen to artists I really like, the other day I found out a girl we met recently is a fan of Weekend and Chase Atlantic, and the scream I let out, gosh). I also do this when I'm really irritated, annoy me enough (or talk shit about something I'm passionate about) and I'm competing with Jisung Changbin Seungmin on who can talk the fastest. I'm talking angry rapper Kim Seokjin level, that's how I am 😂

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Hyunjin: Doing my makeup and dressing up when I'm home alone for no apparent reason. Mainly during spring/summer, because in the winter I'm a depressed potato sack, mood so low I procrastinate getting out of bed 🤣 But yeah, it makes no sense, I take my time to get dolled up just to take a hundred selfies (half of which I hate and probably delete) and then go back to watching dramas while eating takeout in my hoodie. Stupid but honestly a nice little confidence boost, a fun activity between crying sessions imo.

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Han: Platonically calling my close friends 'babes', 'honey', 'lovely/my love', 'sweetheart' etc (I have also considered using 'papi chulo' as a joke 😂) It just happens mid-convo, especially when a friend can't decide on something. Usually in a passive-aggressive tone, like "Sweetheart, we talked about this a million times already, can you shut up?" or "My love, can you please wait for ONE fucking moment so I can finish doing this?" (and then I use 'dude' and 'bro' romantically, wow Noni, you and your weird brain 👏)

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Felix: Baking sweets out of the blue and sharing them with friends/family. I find it surprisingly relaxing compared to cooking (why does it feel so fast paced, lol) and seeing people enjoying what I've made makes me really happy 😊 Not saying I dislike cooking, I'd just rather make chocolate chip cookies at my own pace than stress over the second failed fried egg and the burned bacon 🙂

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ Seungmin: Jotting down my dreams either in my notes app or in a journal (if they're interesting enough) mostly because I leave sarcastic remarks on them in the margins (might make a post about that) So when I want to have a laugh, I go back to them because they're so random and stupid but they always crack me up 😅

˚ ♡ ⋆.˚ I.N: Collecting plushies. Listen, I'm a simple person; I see something adorable and really cuddly, I buy it (if only it was this easy with relationships too, lmao). I can't help myself when I see cute things, especially with stuffies, like look at their eyes and their small smile and their fluffy bodies and their little arms, so cuteeeee 🥺 Yes, I already have a bunch of teddy bears and other plushies but that won't stop me from getting more of these cuties (also I really want a SKZOO? Like look at them, they're adorbz 💕 but I can't choose between Wolfchan and PuppyM 😭)

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[andthebubbles]

i actually have to go to f1fanatic to get the race results bc i wanted to do a ramble post/maybe ramble about each driver and what i thought of them, in race finishing order to keep things ordered. i'm not sure if this post is gonna turn into/also contain stuff about which drivers i am now keeping an eye on after quali yesterday... anyway let's see!

thoughts go brrrrr okay so... okay no i'm not even gonna do that i'm just gonna stare at the race results and see what comes into my head lol

for better or for worse lando is my fave on the grid so far but not in a huge huge way, thank GOD. like, that's no fun/not healthy for me lmao if i take it that seriously

umm the team orders there... first of all i hate team orders. all of them. i wish it'd go back to like 2012-2013 levels. just let them race. if lando is good enough to win the wdc, then so be it. if pastry is good enough, then so be it. if neither of them are, then so be it. LIKE i get that they wanted to get them through the backmarkers safely and THEN they could race but like. unnecessary?? to tell them that

pastryyyy, i like pastry; i also like pastry pastry (real pastry lmao). he seems to have improved from last year...? hard to tell (eta: i like him NOT because he's aussie GOD IT REALLY ANNOYS ME THAT just because we're from the same country we must like them?? dude that's what you do for the olympics, not non-nationality sports....)

carlos!! yeah we're totally not going by any sort of order now. i like carlos too

alex albon is a new addition to the list after yesterday's quali. delightful. it was also nice because everyone was saying that sainz was gonna crush him, and then he didn't. he may still do it eventually but i don't think so. what i also really like is just. them!! good driver pairing.

i still have absolutely no thoughts about george russell (apart from fandom thoughts, which are that ... i just think he'd look really pretty on his knees sucking cock. and dressed in regency/victorian clothes. JUST SAYIN)

antonelli seems all right. on track and off track lol, because all i can think of re off track activities is ~alonso is a rookie!!

lance got P6 :O shook. bro was happy though, that's nice.

the hulk got P7 :O man the broadcast sucked. it was fine before and then for this race it was shit... i hope they go back to last year's standards for the next race

speaking of the next race, and the race after that...... urgh they are at some very inconvenient times. can't wait for bahrain lmao

leclerc providing radio gems as usual. he's not someone i like or support; he's like, neutral territory i guess

hamilton: again, like leclerc, just neutral towards him/don't really care

fuck ferrari btw. i've been saying this since i got into the sport (mainly for kimi and germany 2010.) there's probably something seriously wrong with that team that they need to fix............ like, something seriously entrenched. i do wonder if leclerc will leave them first or if they'll boot him. because ferrari WOULD do that lbr

gasly: ?????????

yuki: DESERVES BETTER, IN TERMS OF A CAR AND A TEAM. i'm not a fannnn though... hm, do i like him? ...well i mean i don't dislike him. do i support him? mildly, i suppose... i just think he deserves better

ocon: ??????????

bearman: hey he didn't crash!

hadjar: rip dude

doohan: ???

bortoleto: so... he spun and that broke his suspension? didn't that look kinda like what happened to alonso?

lawson: ??????????

anyway i guess this turned out to be like, a mix of quali and race commentary and new faves/people i'm keeping an eye on being noted. so... people i'm keeping an eye on now are yuki... and maybe antonelli... and my faves are lando, carlos, pastry, albon

[castle-dominion]

4x12 m for mayor

Loving death. Oh gosh that coat? I recognize.

Martha??? Just like my little bro, finished all his credits & just doing advanced physics. I on the other hand took an extra year of high school. I wanted to go busking in europe for a year after high school before going to college but that didn't pan out. Oh an internship? seriously? She's such a boring goody two shoes which is actually really good for her & I'm proud ig...

hyoid! new york ofc she doesn't have her license. nice coat on castle, becks, espt, & lanie too. Everyone is so pretty today. (oh & ryan also looks great & has that pretty pink shirt with no tie, they keep dressing him in pink right after his marriage, I think that's on purpose. No tie tho which is interesting & brings back s1 vibes but it's rly rly cute) lmao amish. I mean yeah the hutterites mennonites & amish are, well... As a folk catholic myself I should keep my mouth shut. kept the purse? & dumped it? Why not just leave it with the vic? or take the cash just as a bonus?

BIG CHEESE? NO

New actor for the mayor? RW: This is one of New York’s finest, huh, Ricky? RC, fondly: She’s the best. I like him I think. KB: I’ll do my best to keep the nature of your business private. RW: Thanks. I hoped you’d be there, Rick. RC: Fondue night with Alexis, but I did send a cheque. [this one is a cheque not a check] who calls them staffER rather than just staff?

I like how jordan the intern (alexis?) leaves & then the mayor takes rick to talk about the library stuff. RW: You know, I’ll—I’ll leave you guys to work through this unless, Rick, you want to take a look at our new library initiative. It wouldn’t hurt us to have your endorsement on that. RC: For the New York Public Library, my first love? Anything.

BS: I’ve already done your legwork, Detective. The car was checked out by Elizabeth Watson, Senior Director of Communication here at the office. When she left last night’s event around midnight, she discovered that it was missing. [that's really good of him!] *Shay pulls out a piece of paper.* BS: Here’s her statement. [that's taking it a bit far] KB: With all due respect, Mr. Shay, police investigations are usually conducted by the police. [she's right] BS: Yeah, well, unfortunately the 24-hour news cycle moves a hell of a lot faster than you do [yeah lol] and I have to get all my ducks in a row before this thing breaks. It’s my job. [he's right] KB: And my job is to find Laura’s murderer. So, if you don’t mind, and even if you do, [you can still accept the statement & thank him] I’m gonna get my own statement from Ms. Watson about that car, and I’m also gonna need statements from all of your staff as to whether they recognize our victim. [as you should] BS: Knock yourself out. But trust me, you’re wasting your time. [bro] KB: It’s my time to waste. Now, I got a job to do. [she's right] BS: So do I. Let me be clear. Mayor Weldon is my priority, and I’m not about to let this thing embolden his opponents and ruin everything that we’ve built. [he's right]

RC: Step back? These are politicians. They can’t order at a restaurant without two compromises and an ultimatum. Ooh gates is rly pretty Use castle's closeness to your advantage? Oh no castle you ARE biased

KR: No phone calls at all, because Laura Cambridge didn’t own a cell phone. Her credit cards haven’t been used in six months. RC: No cell phone and no credit cards? It’s like she’s from another century. JE: Amish theory’s looking pretty good, bro. Oh, I remember now. This is the phone sex episode. Good will hunting but in reverse. markiplier is the matt damon of poop. Rape or smth? death of a loved one?

Chuckleheads? like that time rysposito kept saying names for suspects & almost f*cked right then & there? Officer & gentleman? lmao. John watson? Mr Harvey: Bunch of deadbeat tenants in here. You ever get bored? I’m sure I could fill up a couple of holding cells for you. Caucasian is actually specific, not just white.

Ooh I love the pattern on the vest, I love esposito's shirt, looks not necessarily ironed but has some good breast pockets, I feel like the pink might contrast with his eyes. I'm a blue-eyed-indian but dang my eyes aren't that blue.

"No Please" really makes me think bad stuff & then Phone sex, babes!!! "yeah I'm still here babey" XD RC: I’d say it’s about $4.99 a minute. It’s not a sweatshop. *points to wall saying dial a goddess* It’s a sex shop.

Good gracious this is... well... I like how the office has dial-a-goddess art on the walls. Makes it feel more like an office. Tho they could work from home. But then they would have to set up secure phoning in their homes & it would just be easier & safer (safety of SWs is important) to route the office for payment & safety & anonymity. RC: Well, being the Chief… *reads the manager's nameplate* ...Sexecutive Officer did you notice any conflicts with her and her colleagues? [lmao sexecutive] MK: Maybe she liked it. We get all types here, Detective: students, actresses, moms. I know an accountant who did it because she liked the challenge…and it turned her on. It's a powerful thing to make a client lust for you.

Lil bro played the minecraft chicken sound & I was so confused for a sec bc I thought it was from-- (I almost called it sherlock)-- (I almost called it murdoch)-- Castle.

So true. You need fellowship & company & sometimes people, esp men, need the intimacy of sex to be able to have that emotional intimacy. Don't tell my mom but I've spoken to my priest about this, when I was in school & really stressed, I would have adult fun a lot, but after school was over (& I increased my testosterone dose too!) I stopped doing so much adult fun. It is a stress reliever. RC: It's therapy. Or…so I've been told. Castle nobody would doubt that you have called a place like this before. Plus you could say "or so I theorize" or smth. I mean remember that plastic surgery case when ryaposito were like "I can't believe the doctor doesn't have porn on his work computer" & the nanny case when castle saw rysposito & the captain standing around a computer & he said "that better not be porn & if it is I want in" like what? Ah well such is life. (Question for all you real adults out there, I'm technically an adult & I'm sort of a man but I'm trans & young & sheltered: do men really jerk off together? Do they sit around & watch porn together? Seems kind of gay tbh, jerking off around other men, comfy with or wanting them to see you jack it? sus. also gross.)

*picks up his phone & immediately has the number up*

WHEN was the door opened tho? Ah gas company. Fake af. Six foot, white, dark hair again.

Hm, usually drinks for actors are just coloured water but this wine has a foam on it, it looks very much like real wine imo.

RC: but that's going to be like looking for a needle in a needle stack. OH HO HO THIS IS A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE? I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE WHEN I FIRST STARTED PLAYING IT BUT THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF IT CAN'T BE BUT HERE IT IS IT IS INDEED A PLOT HEAVY EPISODE. HOO HOO HOO. but how so they always seem to be able to catch the murderer after being told not to in these episodes?

Greater forces at play? There is way too much, so much more than just beckett than just beckett's mom, with all the killing & death I think it is not worth it to look the other way for the safety of just one person. What if you DON'T know when it is time? RC: Tell her what? "Hey, Kate, I've been taking calls from a shadowy figure who wants to keep you off your mother's murder case so they don't kill you, too"?

KB on the phone: No, I'm not eating *while eating* RC: Brown cashmere. So, we narrow our suspects down to rich men with impeccable taste. KB: Are you saying you're a suspect? LOTS of phone calls dang. copious is a good word. RC: Are there any calls in there from the Mayor's office? KB: I thought you said you were confident that he wasn't involved? RC: I'm…just trying to be thorough…and impartial. KR: Not yet. But the private sector is well represented. I got calls from The Met, banks, several high profile brokerage houses. No wonder the economy collapsed, huh? btw ryan outfit, no tie, striped shirt (not a fan of stripes), & vest plus jacket with lapel pin. Typical Ryan wear. I prefer castle's stripes, they are a pattern in the weave of the fabric to make it catch the light differently, they are not actually different colours. Nice dark navy blue jacket.

Rystle protecting beckett they both love her so much. RC: A television station! RC: ya idk The way espt says navarro <3 beckett's jacket <3

my brother helped me get ship names for just the main four. 0: nobody 1: castle, beckett, ryan, esposito 2: caskett, rystle, Castlesito castito casposito espostle estle (he actually didn't help me choose), ryckett, especkett, rysposito 3: ryspeckett, ryspostle, caspeckett, Rycaskett 4: rycaspockett caskeitan (I chose rycaspockett but lil bro chose caskeitan which is three syllables but four ppl)

Man had a nice tie I am not the smartest person but here: Polemic = a speech or piece of writing expressing a strongly critical attack on or controversial opinion about someone or something.

Oh no not the mayor! & then the coat nooo

Remember what happened last time castle? with damien? Tho if he DID do it then he ruined his own career.

It's the backgrounds that make the show. I'm noticing this while gates is getter her leftovers for lunch. They have cereal tupperwares on top of the fridge, including fruit loops (froot loops?) & images on the fridge.

RC: You know what I think? I think she's hoping it's him, because if he's gone, I'm gone. She's right, she can't have him with her.

Find a nice private space to talk, you don't need to do it in public you don't need to do it in the interrogation room.

Lol I forgot that this was before castle & gates started to make some leeway.

VG: We are tasked by the City of New York to protect its people. Sometimes that task comes with a cost. I know what they call me, Detective. "Iron Gates." I hear the whispers. "She's from I.A., she must hate cops." Well, the truth is I love cops. My daddy was a cop, my uncles were cops. But the sergeant who assaulted my patrol partner under color of authority, who holds him accountable? We do. Go to the mayor, get him to voluntarily surrender his coat for fiber testing without a warrant. Tell him it's the only way to keep it out of the media. But if he refuses, you get that warrant and you do your job, whatever the cost. This is why I respect gates. I'm anti-cop so I respect her here. Protect the people, keep the cops in line.

He DOES play poker with him lol.

It's going to be the kid right? The intern? I respect that, I'd believe that. Once you are given the context you remember but you don't remember before that. The way castle nods at him. "it is in your best interest" Oh no he killed her? Who is "they"? Ah "they" probably planted his coat. She still needs to get the coat but again they could have planted the evidence. Yeah castle! She totally should have told him that she needed the coat & was going to get it either way. Withholding the coat & then getting it with a court order looks guilty but it looks even guiltier if they find it matches, but then it supports the conspiracy thing if he turns it over bc he believes it is normal. Here's a question tho, what if two coats were made of the same alpaca fur or whatever? What if someone spilled hot sauce on their coat & so the part on the body has hot sauce residue but the part of the coat they test has no hot sauce residue so they don't match? idk how forensics work(s).

Sus parking garage. Does he see the guy's face? not right but not wrong? Man just disappears like that? So cool & sexy bestie.

Ryan not wearing his gun rn. Rly cute tho, nice sweater, he also seems almost to be walking like a girl rn which is weird. Not a hip-problem way like he often does.

woah who's that wearing the unicorn onesie? "I had an epiphany" he says Fellow had a rubik's cube in her office while she was doing phone sex lol

Sarah! Heck yes!

lmao poor greta gramma I remembered it! It was indeed the boy I remembered! tho I feel bad that it was jordan More dangerous than you know though, so like here, why did smith help the investigation if he knew that beckett would get closer to The Big Bad Guy? Wouldn't he try to steer her away to protect her? suspense suspense suspense just spit it out BILL MOSS I KNOW THAT NAME FROM FUTURE SEASONS he has a nice coat btw.

KB: Jordan Norris is a pawn. I want the people controlling him. VG: Oh, it’s a long game, Kate. Play it piece by piece. (sus?) Feel bad for big cheese

RW: There are people out there. I realize it now, people who control what goes on in this city and beyond. I wouldn’t play ball, so they took me out of the game. It’s been decided: this is as far as I get. Like watts the autistic jewish man can't get better than detective, murdoch the catholic autistic man who can't get better than detective, george crabtree the adhd ex-con (innocent) who was raised by prostitutes who can't get better than constable.

RC: I’d be gone from the Twelfth Precinct. Me: not everything is abt you Smith: nono he's right. Smith: You play chess, Mr. Castle? There are times when a well-placed pawn is more powerful than a king. casually says he's a pawn. But good, he reaveals that castle's job is to protect kate, keep her in check.

Like yeah the case wasn't quite resolved but he had to prevent it from going any further, that's what's going on. I see

Oof so yeah that was a good episode.

[drewstarky]

Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end 

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films. 

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects. 

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out. 

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe… 

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was. 

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig. 

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on. 

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you. 

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos. 

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line. 

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!” 

“Have you seen him in Uncharted?  We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op. 

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink. 

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side. 

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask. 

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment. 

 He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you. 

-

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.  

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’  I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight. 

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

-

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea. 

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic. 

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one,  so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning. 

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter. 

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement. 

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood. 

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day. 

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

-

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat. 

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line. 

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar. 

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh. 

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-” 

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up. 

You laugh at that. 

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard. 

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business. 

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around. 

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

-

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back. 

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks. 

  You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie. 

What an opportunity ;)

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[bastillewolf]

Hey I know you probably have like a billion requests already but maybe you could do something where the reader is good friends with corpse (maybe with some unspoken feelings) and they ask him to visit their country side home lmao-

I'm really embarrassed about asking this and I know it sounds strange but being out in the country side can be really good for mental health and I just want this boi to heal--

I'm so sorry hahah

Thanks

That’s not strange at all, darling!! I love this ask! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, my mental health hasn’t been very good lately. I suppose I found this ask rather appropriate and I guess that’s why I liked writing it so much. Hope you enjoy!

Sunrise, Sunset - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse Husband / Reader.

“Yo,” is the first thing you hear as you open your Discord. It’s not his regular greeting, and he sounds more tired than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked curiously. “Everything okay? Haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got really busy.”

“I can tell from your voice,” you chuckled. It had more of a rasp to it- if that was even possible.

“Yea, I can’t do too much for too long. I love that I’m able to work on music now, but it exhausts my voice so much that I can’t even stream sometimes.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you comment.

“Probably. It’s almost done, so then I can stream more,” he replies.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Hm?”

“I’m talking about an actual break, from everything.”

You hear him exhale deeply as if he’d already been considering it himself. “That does sound very nice.”

“I know, I always have the best ideas.”

“You do, except you forgot about the fact that I can’t really go anywhere. I mean, I’d love to take a break, but if I just sit here at home, I’m gonna either end up doing nothing or start working anyways. I don’t see me relaxing that way.”

“I didn’t forget about anything; I just hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“Oh?”

You’d be lying if you said that noise didn’t make you blush. “Remember how I said I live in the countryside? You know, it’s quite cosy here, and I have a guest bedroom to spare. If you want, but only if you’re comfortable with it, you could come over.”

It was quiet for a moment and your poor nerves were wondering if you’d said something completely wrong. You knew how he was about his privacy, but you’d figured that having known each other for a more than a few months now, you’d be at a point where you’d become actual friends, especially considering you always talked over Discord. At least, when he wasn’t busy.

“I... You wouldn’t mind?” he asked softly.

“Of course not!” You immediately replied, trying your best to make him feel as welcome as possible. “It’ll be so much fun! I was just worried you wouldn’t feel comfortable with it, otherwise, I would’ve invited you over a lot sooner.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m always looking for people to take care of my chickens.”

“You have chickens?” he sputtered.

“Sure do. And that was a joke, by the way.”

He didn’t really give you much time to prepare. He’d instantly asked if he could come over in two days, which meant you had to clean, do the groceries, and have another mental breakdown within that short time.

When he did arrive at your relatively small but homely cottage, you knew that even if you’d had more time, you still wouldn’t have felt like you’d prepared enough. You were incredibly nervous, especially as the cab slowed to a nerve-wracking speed until it finally stopped in front of your little wooden fence that really couldn’t keep anyone out of your garden because it was so ramshackle.

You nod your head to the driver politely, who got out of the car to unload a bag from the trunk. Then, the door opened, ringed fingers sliding across the yellow polish on the metal framing. He pulled himself up and out, finally allowing you to take a good look at his face.

His hair was dark and curly, as to be expected from what you’d seen in the pictures, though you could barely see it underneath the hood he’d pulled up. His dark brown eyes immediately found yours, and a shy smile graced his lips, which you bashfully returned with a small wave. It made you want to hit yourself multiple times. He paid the cabby and thanked him, allowing you to take a good look at his attire, at his frame, at his whole being. He was wearing a black hoodie with some chains around it, along with dark baggy trousers and, go figure, black sneakers. He was slightly slouching, probably so the driver wouldn’t be able to make out his face in its entirety, but overall he looked lean, even while his face was more pale and tired, with dark circles surrounding his eyes.

He locked the creaky wooden fence behind him, quickly closing the distance between you two with only a few strides. He dropped his backpack on the floor, saying, “hi.” “Hey,” you replied with that stupid smile still on your face and now quite possibly a hint of red dusting your cheeks. He just chuckled at the slight awkwardness of the situation, before wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. He smelled like nice cologne, and he gave really good hugs. It said a lot that you could tell that from just the one. “Thanks for letting me come over,” he muttered, finally allowing himself to sound as exhausted as he looked.

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

When you met his eyes again as he pulled back, you knew he was quietly telling you that it meant more to him than that. Feeling shy under his dark gaze, you shook your head, saying, “Come on, let me show you around.”

It wasn’t that big of a tour, but it was home and it was comfortable, so you never felt embarrassed about it. You made enough money, to be fair, from your career through YouTube, but you’d never really had the heart to leave the house. At least you had a guest bedroom, and the garden was something to dream of. To trade that in for a bit more storage space would be such a pity.

“-and this is going to be your room, for however long you wish to stay,” you finish with a flourish of your hand. He set his suitcase down on the freshly made bed and nodded, glancing around for a bit before his eyes landed back on you. “Did I tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me?”

You huff, “Once or twice now.”

“I’ll be off your back in a few days, don’t worry. I think I just needed to get out of my stuffy apartment for a bit.”

“Stay as long as you’d like,” you told him assuredly, “I know how stressful it can be and I haven’t even been through what you have. I can’t imagine what it must be like.”

He shrugs, “I have my ups and downs. It’s mostly my health issues and anxiety holding me back.”

“Well, I hope you can relax a bit here, then. People seem to feel more at ease without a bustling city around them,” you said.

He glanced out the window and nodded. “Yeah, I immediately noticed it as I got out of the car. It’s so... quiet here. And the air, of course. It’s so much nicer.”

“I usually take walks in the early mornings. You should come along sometime if you’d like. The sunrise is always really pretty when you get up on the hill.”

The corners of his lips quirked up. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” you replied, clapping your hands together, “I’ll let you get settled and start dinner. The uh- the bathroom is shared, I left a stack of towels on the rack so you can use those.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

You nodded shyly, silently closing the door behind you as you stepped into the hall. You let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the wall, pressing the backs of your hands against your cheek in a vain attempt to cool down the heat and tone down the redness. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d reacted this way but the times you’d spend talking about everything and nothing with Corpse through Discord calls that lasted until the early mornings. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this way. You didn’t want to risk the friendship you had with him, but the tingling that had sprouted in your gut the moment he’d gotten out of that car told you that this was going to be hard.

 You knocked on his door quietly, afraid you were accidentally going to wake him when he didn’t want to be awoken. You didn’t know what kind of morning person he’d be, but he told you yesterday that he wanted to join you for your walk today. And while you were going to leave half an hour later than usual because it took you that long to work up the courage to knock on his door, meaning you were going to have to hurry a bit to catch the sun rising, you were still scared he was going to react grouchily. But when he opened the door, already dressed and ready to go, you realized you’d foolishly forgotten that this wasn’t just anyone, but that this was one of your friends; someone you already knew, even if it hadn’t been physically. Of course, he’d open the door with a smile, even though he looked more tired than the day before, which worried you.

“How did you sleep?” You made it evident in your tone that you were rather scared to ask the question, but it made him chuckle.

“I think you already know the answer to that. I don’t sleep well in general, so don’t worry. It has nothing to do with the bed or your hospitality.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, I don’t mind being woken up.”

He shook his head as he followed you downstairs and out the front door. “To be fair, I slept more than I usually would, but your rooster woke me up.”

You laughed, “Yea, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about that.” You held the wooden fence gate open for him, following him to the grass field until you were walking next to him. You silently picked up your pace a bit, worrying that you might miss the sunrise when you had promised it to him.

“I know, I know,” he replied amusedly, “Can we go see them later? The chickens?”

“Sure,” you smiled, “I also have a few ducks. You’ll love them, they’ll try to rip the shoelaces from your feet.”

“Sounds great.”

The walk to the hill wasn’t too far, but the hill was quite steep, which was always an exercise for people who walked with you for the first time, so you’d figured he’d start trailing behind you after some time. Thing is, he started trailing behind relatively earlier than you had expected him to.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you called out, “you good? We’re almost there.”

He nodded, though you could see him slightly panting, and you turned around to jog up the last bit until you reached the top. You could see a sliver of light start to peek over the horizon, making you glance back to see how far away he was.

But instead of having moved forward, he was now sort of slouched over, holding his stomach as he panted loudly. “Shit,” you cursed yourself as you sprinted back down until you skidded to a stop in front of him. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I should have slowed down-“

“It’s fine,” he waved you off, slowly catching his breath. “I can do it, I just take a bit longer.”

“I’ll carry you if I have to. I got us into this mess.”

He chuckled, but it sounded a bit hoarse.

“Come on,” you said. He furrowed his brow in confusion but followed you anyway. Walking along the side of the hill was tricky, but you made it around without any issues. He was able to keep up this time and gratefully plopped down on the grass beside you, just in time to watch the sun fully appear from behind the horizon.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yea, it never really gets old.” You laid down, feeling twigs of grass tickle the bareback of your neck.

He joined you, scooting a bit closer until your arms were brushing against each other. You couldn’t tell if he’d done it on purpose, so you acted like it hadn’t affected you, keeping your eyes fixed on the sky above you. At least, you tried. They flickered when you felt fingertips graze across your lower arm until they reached your palm, where his nails slowly dragged along your skin until his warm digits intertwined with yours. His rings felt cool against the heat and tingling you were suddenly feeling in your hand. He didn’t let go of you, not as you laid there for what seemed like hours, nor during the entire walk back.

‘Is this what friends do?’ you were silently asking yourself, watching the ducks try to free his shoes from its laces, ‘is this what friends do when they need support? Is this his way of coping, or is it-‘ You quickly shook the thought away. Of course, he wouldn’t think of you that way. He probably did stuff like this with all his friends. You knew how playful he could get, his guy friends included.

Yeah, it was just that. It had to be.

You were both laid back on the couch that night, stuffed to the brink with the famous lasagne you’d put together. The TV was on, but it sounded more like static noise in the background. “I think I can just fall asleep right here,” you hummed. The glass of red wine you’d shared – because neither of you could handle liquor – had created a pleasant buzz between the two of you.

“That seems a lot less comfortable than your bed.”

“You don’t know a thing about my bed,” you huffed indignantly.

It was quiet for a moment then, a sliver of tension seeping through the warmth of your home. “I think it’s probably about as comfortable as mine, otherwise you’re treating your guests too much,” he replied.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I’ve actually never slept in the guest bedroom. I might just be treating my guests too much and I’d never even know about it.”

He suddenly sat up and turned the TV off. “Come on,” he said and was already up the stairs by the time you’d made an attempt to move.

When finally reached the upstairs and were about to round the corner, you were suddenly picked up and slung over his shoulder, causing you to let out a loud shriek. “Corpse!” you laughed, “Please put me down!”

“You were taking too long,” he grumbled, dropping you down on the bed unceremoniously. He shuffled over until he was laying down next to you and lifted the covers up until it reached your neck.

“So?” he asked.

You had your eyes closed. “I might be treating my guests too much.”

He snorted. “Fucking knew it,” which made you laugh.

You laid there for quite a while, not really caring if either of you fell asleep with your regular clothes still on. “Hey Corpse?”

He hummed.

“I’m really glad you came. It gets lonely over here sometimes.”

He shifted, but because it was so dark you couldn’t really see what he was doing. Suddenly though, you felt him hovering over you, his elbows resting on either side of your face as his hand reached across to move a strand of hair to the side. He leaned down and hesitantly, his lips barely touched yours, a silent question if this was okay. You moved back against him, your hand finding his cheek in the darkness. His kisses were gentle, but passionate, which made your breaths heavier and deeper. When you pulled apart, you were both breathing heavily, mostly from the tension that had arisen.

“I really like you,” you admitted.

“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you until you were tucked against his chest. You hit his arm playfully, “Cocky bastard.”

You hear the smirk in his voice as he said goodnight.

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[4kominato]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟝: 𝔉𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥

A/N: ok so apparently i got very carried away here and it turned out a lot longer than anticipated... even though the smut part is pretty short and brief... also... i dont care what yall think, Kanemaru is 100% sub, but he thinks he's dom. that's how it is lmao (and once again... apologies on how late this is, i'm gonna try to finish Kise tonight too, in my time-zone 🥲) ~kuri

It's not really mentioned outright in the fic, but just FYI, Haruichi and Toujou are together, as well as Sawamura and Furuya

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kanemaru Shinji x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff, Smut (M) ~ SEXUAL CONTENT

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2,110

“Shinji!” you called from the front door, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah!” he answered, emerging from the master bedroom dressed in his ugly Christmas sweater.

“Look at you. Aren’t you just adorable,” you praised, pinching his already reddening cheek.

“Tch…” he clicked his tongue, bashfully darting his eyes away, “Why do you always have to embarrass me?”

“Because your reactions are the cutest,” you grinned, giving him a little boop on the nose.

“Ergh…” he puffed as he made his way out to the car, “Did you pack our Secret Santa gifts?”

“Yeah, it’s in the trunk.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” Once he’d locked the front door, the two of you were off to Toujou’s house. Haruichi answered the door upon your arrival, Toujou being busy with setting the table.

“Merry Christmas!” Haruichi greeted, welcoming the two of you into his humble dwelling.

“Merry Christmas,” the two of you answered in unison as you removed your shoes and stepped inside.

“Hideaki-kun is just finishing up some last minute preparations. You guys can leave the Secret Santa gifts on this table,” Haruichi stated, motioning to a small table which already had two gifts on it, “And feel free to make yourselves at home until the food is ready.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, the two of you were just about to seat yourselves on the couch when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Kanemaru offered, assuming that it was probably the last of the guests arriving, and he was right.

“Kanemaru!” a loud and obnoxious voice greeted upon opening the door.

“Wamura! Furuya! Merry Christmas!” Kanemaru greeted and gestured for them to join the rest of you inside.

“Merry Christmas,” you chimed in, wanting to give the familiar guests a warm welcome as well.

“You guys can sit at the table! Food is just about done,” Toujou announced as Kanemaru showed the two new guests where to put their Secret Santa gifts.

Excitedly, everyone took their seats quickly while Haruichi and Toujou brought out the food and placed it on the table. Everything smelled and looked absolutely amazing, though that wasn’t a surprise, given Toujou was voted as the “best cook” among your class. After thanking them for the food, (itadakimasu/いただきます：thank you for the food or let’s eat) everyone happily dug in, hardly conversing because they were too busy enjoying how great the food tasted. It wasn’t until after everyone started to slow down that the boys started talking and catching up with one another; it’d been quite a while since the last time they'd all gathered together and hung out.

They reminisced a lot about the Seido days, which was where they all met, but having met Kanemaru in uni, there wasn’t much you could relate to or contribute to the conversation. Sure you’d heard the stories and met many of the other boys from the team, but you hadn’t actually been there for any of it so you felt you weren’t really on the same level.

Becoming “bored,” so to speak, you decided to have a little fun with your lover, just to spice things up a bit for yourself. It started with a simple game of footsies under the table, which he thought nothing of until you started to run your feet just a bit higher, stroking along his calves. You could tell he’d gotten slightly more tense, however, he did nothing to stop you and so you took this as an invitation.

Next, was your hand, your non-dominant one to be exact, so that you could still eat with one hand without any suspicions while the other rested on his thigh, gently and very subtly massaging his firm leg muscles as you gradually inched higher and higher. He still seemed tense, but still, he didn’t stop you, so you continued, waiting to see at what point he’d put a stop to your actions. Thank god for the tablecloth impeding the view, you thought as your hand finally reached the final destination, only to discover he was already hard.

You smirked to yourself at how well he hid the fact that was aroused, but would he be able to hide pleasure the same way? Running your fingers over the tent in his pants, you quickly found the tip and began to toy with it, gently stroking over it with a single finger before dragging that finger back down the rest of his length. He squirmed noticeably in his seat this time, but for the most part, he still held his composure. It did surprise you, however, that he’d still yet to give any sign of wanting you to stop. Maybe he was actually enjoying your risky behavior as if it was one of his secret little fantasies that he’d never shared with you.

You decided to go a little rougher this time, curling your fingers around his girth as much as his pants allowed, you stroked over his whole member. Watching Kanemaru attentively as he spoke, you noticed his speech losing fluidity, and soon, his ears along with his cheek started to flush a light pink… which didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Loud-mouth.

“Kanemaru, you’re turning red! Are you okay?! Do you have a fever?!” Sawamura yelled from across the table, only making matters worse for your poor boyfriend, but you were living for every second of it.

“Oh my, he’s right!” you played along, turning towards him and placing your hand on his forehead, “You do feel a bit warm.”

“Uh, yeah,” Kanemaru chuckled nervously, “Probably from uh… this morning when… I was shoveling the snow out of our driveway!”

Making eye contact with Haruichi, you knew he didn’t buy either of your bullshit, but he played along anyway, so as to not expose you to the others. (Admittedly, he was guilty of doing the same to Toujou on multiple occasions.) “There’s fever packs and medicine in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall to the right,” he stated with his closed-eyed smile which resembled that of his brother and gave somewhat of a passive aggressive energy to his words.

“Thank you,” you grinned back, guiding Kanemaru along who unfortunately had to hide his boner as he stood up from the table and followed you to the bathroom. It wasn’t until the two of you were locked safely in the bathroom that he unleashed his “anger” on you, but quietly of course, as to not draw any unnecessary attention to the predicament at hand.

“What did you think you were doing out there?!” Kanemaru whispered aggressively.

“Just having some fun,” you teased, flitting your eyes at him and playing the innocent card as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your thigh against his crotch.

“B-but during our Christmas dinner?! You couldn’t wait until after we got back home?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it. You didn’t stop me and just look at how hard you got!”

“Yeah, er… because…” he sputtered, but you knew had no good excuse, so you simply pressed your lips against his to shut him up. Keeping his lips captivated with yours, you undid his pants and briefly palmed his stiff member through his briefs before setting it free. “What are you doing?!” he panicked, separating your lips as you reached down to grab his cock.

“Giving you a hand job, what does it look like?” you answered with a slight bit of sass, but no intention of biting.

“Right now?! They’ll be suspicious! It already doesn’t look good that we’re locked in the bathroom together!” Despite his arguing, Kanemaru still seemed to invite your actions, putting absolutely no effort into stopping you, just like before.

“So what are you gonna do about it, hm?” you challenged, testing to see if he really had any intentions of stopping you. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and from that reaction you knew instantly that he wanted to do this just as much as you did, it’s just that he was nervous about getting caught, which would account for his blabbering. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick,” you assured as you knelt down in front of him and took him into your mouth. It wasn’t difficult at all to get him going, considering you knew exactly how he liked it. In almost no time at all, you had his whole body trembling at your will while the grip he had on your hair was still as gentle as ever for fear of hurting you.

“You can cum in my mouth, Shinji, don’t be shy,” you pulled off for a second and pumped him in the meantime to ensure your progress wouldn’t be lost. You waited to resume, assuming he’d have something to say in response, as he always did.

“A-are you sure though? Like really sure?” he asked, being the worry-wort he was.

“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t tell you to do it unless I was absolutely sure about it.”

Letting out a deep sigh, he finally agreed, and so you took him into your mouth once more to finish him off. The look he had on his face as he writhed in pleasure made your insides tingle, urging you to go even faster so you could see his “O” face instead, but from the way he was twitching in your mouth you knew it wouldn’t be much longer anyways.

A sense of satisfaction washed over you at the sound of the words you were dying to hear, “I’m going to cum,” and so you hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations from your mouth further coaxing his release. With a muffled grunt, the bitter taste of his warm essence streamed down the back of your throat and you swallowed every drop as he endured the intense climax while forcing himself to remain quiet.

He let out a raspy sigh as you withdrew yourself from him, his breathing obviously labored as he recovered from his euphoric episode. Kanemaru was always sleepy after sex so going into this, you knew you’d have to help him out a bit after the fact. Once you’d put his pants back on, you had him sit on the toilet while you rummaged through the cabinets for the fever packs that Haruichi mentioned earlier. Upon finding it, you quickly opened one up and discarded the trash before approaching Kanemaru and placing the pack on his forehead.

“Story is, we put this on your head to cool you down, but then you started to feel dizzy so you had to sit for a while… and now you’re just feeling a bit fatigued now… okay?” you explained as you squatted in front of him, lovingly taking his hands into your own.

“You don’t think they’ll just tell me to go home if I seem unwell?”

“Uh… maybe? But I’ll figure it out… I think Haruichi knows you’re not sick anyways…” you chuckled nervously.

“What makes you think that?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Um… a hunch…”you answered with a shrug before urging him to stand up, “We should go back. The longer we take, the more suspicious it’ll be.”

Easily agreeing, the two of you made your way back out to the table where his worried classmates awaited.

“Are you okay, Kanemaru?!” Sawamura yelled as the two of you approached.

“I don’t think the yelling helps,” Toujou added, attempting to calm him down.

“Yeah, he’s doing better,” you answered, lying to everyone through your teeth, “His fever seems to have gone down, but he’s just feeling a bit fatigued. He was having a bit of a dizzy spell earlier, but after resting for a bit and using the fever pack, he seems a bit better.”

“Do you need to go home early, Shinji?” Toujou asked worriedly, “It’s alright if you don’t feel good, we can always hang out another time.”

“No, no, I’m fine, really! It’s not that bad!” he chuckled nervously, waiting for you to back him up.

“Yeah, don’t worry! I’ve seen him really sick before, this is nothing,” you assured, however, to your dismay Toujou and Sawamura still seemed really concerned.

“Maybe we should exchange our gifts now so that they can go home. What do you think?” Toujou suggested to Haruichi, who made it obvious that he was completely unphased.

“If he says he’s fine, then he probably is,” Haruichi shrugged, “I think you’re being paranoid, Hideaki-kun.”

Thankfully, both Toujou and Sawamura seemed to be convinced by Haruichi’s words, so the two of you were able to rest a little easier for most of the night… except for the fact that Haruichi was being noticeably passive aggressive to the two of you.

[lilyclawthorne]

Keeping Up A-fear-ance's Thoughts

I finished writing this shortly after 3 am after watching the new episode like three times because I simply had too much energy about it and I have so many thoughts because I simply live for clawthornes and also I tried to break it up with more photos this time sorry not sorry if it's a lot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

YOUNG EDA!! let me just say I am quite a fan of opening with a flashback like we've done here and the last episode

"we have never seen a curse like this before" Lilith you had shit luck picking out curses huh

"cut it out if we have to" goddamn Gwen let'a calm the fuck down a bit.

anyways we've only really seen young Eda as a wild and confident and happy little child so I appreciate seeing this side of her with the anxiety and fear she's feeling here. I love seeing what the curse stuff was like for her as a kid

Gwen: I raised a perfectly fine kid

Me: no you didn't look at her she's got anxiety

I'm guessing this is their backyard or just some woods behind their house?? wonder if the portal was placed there by another elder family member.

lmao I can't even begin to imagine what small Eda experiencing the human realm was like for the first time

Gwens giving me "I can't accept that my child is disabled/chronically ill/etc." here. y’know the kinda parent that'll put their kid through hell over something they probably will find a way to learn to live with (which Eda did do)

ok that's it I humbly request to know the story behind the fang now (also the noise she made when she put it in was freaking cute)

new dress! new boots! new dress! new boots!

..yikes that fridge is empty

"calm down the curse acts stronger when you're stressed" Eda do you know who you're talking to here

confirmation losing limbs is in fact a side effect of the curse!! (y'know since Eda originally said it just happens when you get older)

please I love these sisters they're so sweet and make me wanna go 🥺

"suddenly curious about my past" "always. always curious" Luz says exactly what we all think

witchlet?? sweet flea?? she's got pet names for them 🥺 (although idk how much I'd like to be referred to as any kind of flea sorry Lilith)

ok Gwen is very much not close to what I expected and I'm kinda grateful for that

she's more like super caring but still managed to royally fuck up which was my original head canon for clawthorne parents so uh that's cool. but literally, look at their body language, Eda's pissed, Lilith's sad and making herself small. she's clearly messed up with her parenting on both of them along the way.

"who knows what they put in those nasty concoctions?" mama clawthorne would be a fucking anti-vaxxer wouldn't she

ok I side with Eda here more than Luz and Lilith. just because Luz misses her mother, or Lilith hasn’t seen their mom in so long doesn’t mean Eda has to feel all grateful for the presence of Gwen, especially if the woman has caused her a lot of trouble over the years

I feel like the fact that its actually both Lilith and Gwendolyn have spent their whole lives dedicated to trying to find a cure could probably have held some kind of weight on Eda at some point. Even though she shouldn't feel guilty or responsible for that, I still feel like it's gotta suck knowing these people have spent so much time on something you know is likely never gonna happen, all for you.

Lilith 😞 her mother really just didn't pay attention to her all these years

hey if this guy does some next level healing magic then why isn't he more well-known, huh? why’d it take so long to come across him?? Gwen do you know what the fuck you're doing cause I think you don't

Lilith just because you're depressed about your mom doesn't mean you have to bring king down too 😠

SUPER irrelevant but is anyone else just bothered by the way Lilith is holding her spoon?? that doesn't seem like a comfortable way to hold a spoon. also is she left handed??

"knife season came early" EDA WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. is this a boiling isles things or is this a it’s common for people to throw knives at you thing

also I want to be surprised Eda fell for the apple blood signs but I am not 😔 

Luz please trust you're gut on this one and not mama clawthorne

ok now I need to know why the fridge was empty but they had 18 cartons of ice cream this is why you guys don't have food you're wasting it all on ice cream.

wow never thought I'd see the day hooty became the voice of reason

also, night market ice cream?? are they implying this ice cream is like, edibles of some sort?? Lilith does seem kinda high here ngl. idk man but at least she wants to stand up for herself so good for her.

PLEASE kings just offering her ice cream while she transforms

"first in a series" Gwen honey oh no. you've been duped. I think we can see where Lilith got her naïveté from huh.

Also, nice snatch Luz 😊

anyways love how this show is basically making fun of moms who refuse to give their kids proper medical treatment or listen to medical professionals here

EXCUSE ME why do we know Gwen's palisman's name before we know Lilith's?????

"I am a mother who'll do anything for her daughter" you're mom who's suffocating obsession with one daughter has left the other neglected and is currently causing her to turn into a full on beast ya dummy

Eda DOES have a right to be upset. it sucks that her own valid emotions that she should get to feel will cause her while body to betray her.

PLEASE I’M SO GLAD LILITH’S BEAST DESIGN LOOKS LIKE HER AND IS NOT THE THING FROM THE TRAILER THAT IS ACTUALLY IN EDA"S HEAD WHEN SHE’S TRANSFORMED

but also why is she SO massive?? also anyone concerned that this is her first transformation and the light glyph trick wouldn't even work??

Gwen look at what you've done, you've fostered feelings of inferiority in one daughter causing her to feel the need for sibling rivalry that the pure instincts of the raven beast cannot suppress no matter how much their sisterly relationship had improved.

HOW COULD YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER ALSO BEING CURSED BE A PART OF THE PROCESS GWEN??

"after Eda was cursed, I joined the beast keeping coven" woah woah WOAH. you're telling me you only joined because of trying to help Eda. that covens existed, before Eda got cursed, and you very much weren't a part of one. combine that with "some words for belos" she has and do I smell wild witch theory still plausible???

anyways at least mama clawthorne is getting some sense into her head here

Morton c'mon help a girl out, that's some dang good art too what the heck dude

ok fine mama clawthorne to the rescue

no pls not raven beast Lilith crying im crying now

Gwen: I raised a fine and self-sufficient child

Me: no you didn't look at her. she's got, SO MUCH.

GODDAMN THATS SOME POWER. ngl this only adds fuel to the fire in my head that there was some kinda reasoning these sisters were torn apart, that someone felt they'd be too powerful together (and they were probably right)

"I heard you but I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't do anything" may be just because she's not used to the curse but again part of me is concerned that because she couldn't pull herself out of it even a little bit like Eda did that there's something wrong there. but she also could've been stressed beyond reasonably calming herself down too.

ok but this is sweet

NOOO im so sad Lilith's leaving :( I literally cried ok

"you lived here?" fine OKAY king that was hilarious even if im sad about this

"reconnect with dad" excuse me where the fuck has this man been in the middle of all of this. curse shit is going DOWN and he's just chilling at home.

I am curious about people's thoughts regarding the whole Lilith regression thing and the fact that she's literally going to be living with her parents again. I feel like it could help nurture that inner child she's been reverting back to and help her out a LOT. but I could also be concerned about it feeding into the regression and making it worse?? idk and this show probably ain't getting that actually deep into psych anyways

"some day my hair is gonna be big enough to do that too" Luz I cannot wait for the day. also mood, I wish I could do that too.

alright who's holding the fucking pen for hooty we need a volunteer RIGHT NOW so we can remain in contact with Lulu

NOT THE ONLY HUMAN? my bets on the real azura rip never mind she said he

Titan’s Blood?? interesting. If the blood of the titan is around I wonder what that means regarding the titans existence, and how long its been since the titan fell.

AHH BABY LUZ PHOTO

ALSO WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?? They're really gonna spring that on us like this??? Camila's gotta notice somethings wrong right??? Unless any differences she just chalks up to the camp?? oh god :(

well, anyways lumity shippers come get yo juice next weekend

anyways im gonna need to add a NOT canon compliant tag on that one Gwendolyn fic I wrote because it definitely do not comply anymore

[ladywinterwitch]

Run Away (Eight- What You Gotta Do)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings:  A bit of angst, pregnancy talk, mentions of injuries, mentions of abandonement (mild), fluff, reader is still an emotional rollercoaster, cursing and swearing, smut, unprotected sex (too late for these two lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief mentions of body insicurities, Bucky’s a puppy dog.

Words Count: 5289

A/n: Part eight! I can’t believe that I’ve actually come this far lmao. Plus, me posting stuff with less than 44827 years of distance with each other? A miracle. I always said that I would wrap it up at 10 chapters,but while writing this chapter I realized that I will need one or two extra chapters + the epilogue. We’ll see. For now I’m happy to be able to write lol. Series masterlist here, main masterlist here. Enjoy <3

ps: Chris’s look in that gif,,,chile 

                       (gif not mine)

In the following week you saw Steve once a day, just to assure that he was doing fine. He wasn' sleeping in your shared room for the moment, but in a spare bedroom. You knew that you were probably being harsh with him, but you were so mad. It wasn't the first time that he did something stupid to try and save others. Hell, just think about that damned plane crash that put him in the ice in the first place.

You understood the reasons why, and basically everyone tried to talk with you and kinda 'sugar coat it' but the issue wasn't that you didn't understand: the issue was that he couldn't afford to think only about himself. Was it selfish on your behalf to think that way? Maybe. But you couldn't help it. You told yourself that it would've been different if you were just married, or just lovers. His decisions would've still been his. But now it's different. In less than six months he would've become a father. And that comes with responsibility. Wasn't he the first to tell you how important it was for you to put aside your job, for months or maybe even forever, just for the wellbeing of the creature inside you? That kid is yours just as much as he's his.

You and Bucky went out for a shopping trip that afternon. You would've asked Wanda, but she and Vision went to Clint's farm for a few days to see him and his family. Steve still had to be inside the tower, since he wasn't fully healed yet. You knew that he was watching a football game with Sam now, while Tony and Bruce were working on a new project, and Thor went to Asgard for a while to go check that Loki and Odin weren't at each other's throats.

You didn't mind Bucky's company at all. And in any case it wasn't like you felt like going out with Steve, not just yet. The brunette drove you both to the mall where he parked and then you went inside.

-So, what absolutely exciting and girly shops I have to visit today?- he asked while you curled your hand around his bicep. You laughed, looking up at him while you walked.

-Well, this mama is getting bigger every day, so I really can't wear my old clothes. I wouldn't even fit in them, and I can't go on with you guys' hoodies and t-shirts. I mean, I'm still a woman. Who said I can't look good while pregnant?- you responded, dragging him to a maternity clothes shop. As soon as you entered like half of the women in the shop turned to look at Bucky. You glanced at him and saw that he blushed and was looking everywhere except them. You bit you lip to not smile while you started to look around at the clothes. You made sure to engage in conversations with him to try and take the attention away.

-Damn homie, I think you just made those women regret their partners.- you said lowly so only he could hear you, and being a super enhanced supersolier, he did hear you very clearly. He snapped his head towards you with a look of disbelief on his face. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but laugh. He looked around quickly then got closer to you.

-Stop it! It's already embarassing without you pointing it out.- he whined with a low voice. You stopped laughing but you couldn't help but smile, pressing your lips together.

-It's just so funny to me, because I understand these women. Turns out that pregnancy doesn't only make you sick, but also terribly horny.- you rose an eyebrow and he face palmed himself. You laughed again.

-Too much information, doll.- he groaned. You chuckled, putting in his hands a bunch of clothes. He caught them with both arms and followed you like a puppy to the changing rooms.

-Thank you kind sir, now I'm gonna see if they fit then I promise we're out of here.- you joked, hanging the clothes into the changing room. You closed the tent and he let himself fall delicately on one of the couches. He looked around while he waited but it turned out to be a bad idea when he saw the women from the various isles and even the shop's staff looking at him. He awkwardly smiled and then looked back at the closed changing room, sinking in his seat and covering the side of his face with a hand nonchalantly. He heard a few muffled giggles but no ne bothered him.

-Y/n are you done?- he asked, more embarassed than anything. Suddenly she pulled back the tent and started to gather a few of the garments in her hand. Bucky's gaze got caught on her figure. It was essentially the first time that she wore something fitting and not exaggerately large, so her belly was fully on display, even more so since she was turned to the side. The man felt a mix of emotions all at once and didn't quite catch the first time she called him.

-Buck, did you hear me?- he snapped out of it and stood to his feet, blinking a few times.

-It looks great.- he commented. You had on a nice flowery minidress, the sleeves were short and puffy, the square neckline showed just enough cleavage to remain classy, the breast area was tight but just below the skirt was soft and fell perfectly on your figure, showing the belly. You looked at him with a smile, chuckling slightly.

-Yeah, it fits well doesn't it? I'm getting these,- he gave a three dresses, two shirts, two t-shirts, two pairs of jeans and a pencil skirt to him, while she had other stuff in her own hands. -And I'm leaving these.- she sighed.

-Would you do me a favor? I'm dropping these off, meanwhile could you go to the pay desk? I'll be there in a sec.- he nodded and you thanked him while you walked away to the isles. Bucky walked towards the counter and dropped the garments on the desk, giving a quick smile to the girl behind it. He pulled out from the back pocket of his jeans the wallet and then the credit card, which was obviously Tony's, and put it on the glass above the counter. He waited a few seconds until the clerk, which was a nice girl with black hair and amber like eyes, spoke to him.

-So, how far are you guys?- she asked. Bucky almost choked on air at that phrase.

-Oh we- - he was about to say, but you arrived at his side and saved the situation. You smiled kindly at the girl and gave a pat on Bucky's arm.

-I'll be exactly of five months in a week, and he's more like the uncle than the father.- she tileted her head towards the brunette. The clerk smirked.

-Is he now?- she said rethorically. Then added, -That would be 277$. You're paying with cash or card?- Bucky gave her the Visa and she thanked him, finishing the payment. Y/n glanced at him with a knowing look and a slight smirk. He rolled his eyes and shook his head a little, she furrowed her brows as if to ask 'Why?' and he just mouthed 'No', so she didn't push. For now.

-Thank you for your purchase, congratulations and we hope to see you soon.- the girl said with courtesy, her gaze lingering a bit on the man, whom didn't return the look. You could see the slight disppointment of the girl.

-Thank you, have a nice day.- you saluted her and then headed out with Bucky. An hour had already passed and you still had in mind to buy a few things, but first you needed a break.

-I desperately want a piece of cake. What do you think?- you elbowed him delicately to catch his attention. He turned his head and nodded, still carrying the two bags. You arrived at the mall's cafe and ordered. He picked an iced coffe and you a slice of cheesecake and some tea, knowing that coffe wasn't that good for pregnancy. You took a seat at one of the tables outside, even tho you were still technically inside the mall.

-So, wanna tell me why you didn't accept the clear as the sun advances that the pretty shop assistant did?- you brought the fork to your mouth. He huffed and shrugged.

-Because I am not interested. I don't think I'm in the right mindspace to date right now.- he responded. You exhaled, tilting your head slightly to the side.

-Buck, I know that it didn't end up that smoothly with Nat, but she's gone.- she realized how that sounded like and quickly corrected herself, -I mean, not gone. But...gone, you know?- you cringed at your own words and he snorted.

-Very smooth y/n.- he joked, earning a glare from you.

-Shut up, I'm trying to help here. What I meant that while I understand that things with Nat didn't end up in the best of ways, she went away to give both of you the space you need to get back on your feet.- you paused, drinking a sip of tea, then offring the last bite of cake to him. He shook his head, giving you a lopsided smile.

-Don't worry, it's all yours.- you pointed your finger at him, while chewing the cheesecake. He chuckled.

-Right answer. Anyways, what I'm trying to say here, Buck, is that you have to allow yourself to try again. Because you deserve it. What do you tell me about that person you said you were interested in? I've never seen you with anyone in the last three months.- he looked to the side for a moment casually.

-They're taken so, yeah.- he simply answered, shrugging while taking a sip of coffe. You got sad all of a sudden. You eyebrows knotted in a sad expression and he noticed, giving you a small smile.

-Hey, don't do that. It's okay. I'm not like heartbroken or shit. I'm happy for her.- he assured you, -She.. well she has a family. She deserves it, so I'm happy for her.- he nodded, smiling softly. You smiled at him too, still with a hint of sadness. He took a nother sip of coffe an then raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

-Why are you crying?- he asked confused. You furruwed your brows in confusion and wiped your fingers under your eyes, realizing that a few tears had escaped. At that point without a reason, you started to feel worse and embarassed and a mess, so you sterted to actually sob a little. Bucky got up and moved his chair next to yours, hugging you.

-Hey what's wrong? I promise I'm alright.- he laughed to try and lighten the situation. You hiccupped into his chest.

-I- I know..it's just.. I don't know, these stupid hormones are making me act hysterical.- you had sittle sobs coming out every now and then. He kissed your head while he stroked your back.

-It's okay, you're not hysterical.- he chuckled softly making you smile. You pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

-I'm a mess aren't I?- Bucky wiped a little smudge of mascara under her eye, and then smiled at her lovingly.

-You look just fine, darling.- she hugged him, whispering a 'thank you, I love you' in his ear.

-I love you too- he answered.

After that, they finished their drink and Y/n told Bucky that she wanted to order a few things for the baby so they did just that. They went in a baby-stuff shop and she choose and placed some orders for a crib, a baby seat for both the car and the kitchen and the changing table. You didn't wanted to buy them right away, so you told the shop to bring them at the tower when they wanted.

When you exited the shop, it was already six thirty pm, so you decided to head back at the tower.

In the car, you told Bucky about your idea to get a midwife to help you during your pregnancy and especially when it'll be time to deliver the baby.

-I don't know y/n... I mean I think that you don't need a midwife or some other stranger to take care of you and the baby. You have Steve. You have me, and Sam, Wanda and the rest of the team. Bruce has basically become a doctor of everything, I'm sure that helping to deliver a child isn't that hard.- he shrugged while keeping his eyes on the road.

-I can't and wouldn't expect you all to babaysit me for another four months, Bucky. You have missions, classes, a you know, your own lives.- he glared at you, probably wanting to intervene and contraddict you, but he remained quiet in the end.

-And, you really can't expect Bruce to handle this. He's a fucking physician for God's sake. He's absolutely amazing, but a delivery? No, that would be too much even for him. And I would be kinda embarassed, for crying out loud.- you added with a high pitched voice. You absentmindely started to cradle your belly. He thought about it for a few seconds.

-I don't know y/n, you know how I am with strangers. But in any case it's your and Steve's decision. Please, talk to him. He's been miserable this week without you. He wouldn't shut up about how he was sorry, and stupid and in love with you and that he misses your smile, your belly and I don't know, I stopped listening after a while.- he said exasperatedly. You suppressed a smile.

-Really? - you asked sheepishly. He turned his head to look at you for a second before smiling knowingly.

-You know it's true. Your fucking married, for God's sake.- he said, tired of you two being idiots. He could just imagine how it'll be when you'll become parents. You will be great at it, but also a mess at the same time.

-Hey, Whiny Soldier, how was shopping? - Sam shouted when he saw the two of you coming in the room with your hands full of bags. You didn't see him, but you just knew that he pursed his lips and shook his head.

-

You came back at the tower just in time for dinner. Vision and Wanda had aprons tied on their chests, while the others were just chilling in the common room. Steve was there too, beside Bruce.

-Shopping was productive, thank you very much.- you answered pointing for Bucky to put down the bags.

-Let me help you take these to your room.- he offered, but you gave him a look and he understood immediately, putting them down. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

-Thank you for being my human cart today.- his jaw dropped, pretending to be offended.

-Oooh- Sam howled and the others laughed. Steve smiled slightly, still mortified by your little 'cold shoulder week'  thing.

-You're lucky I can't tickle you to death right now.- he pointed his finger at you before walking to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

-Yeah, yeah, like you say big guy.- you teased him. You paused, shifting your gaze to Steve. He was wearing a blue hoodie and gray sweatpants, his dirty blonde hair were starting to get a bit long at the sides and a few strands fell on his forehead, while his jaw was covered with a slight scruff. His puppy dog eyes met yours and you couln't help but melt a little.

-Steve, are you well enough to help me with these?- you asked and even before you could finish he was on his feet. He almost tripped from how fast he tried to reach you.

-Yes I'm perfectly well I mean I'd love to help you. I mean obv- - you raised an eyebrow and he stopped, looking down. The whole team was watching in silence like it was a damn movie.

-I'm rambling, I'm sorry.- he said lowly. You sighed and places three of the four bags in his hands.

-C'mon. And you all, get a life.- you called them out while you two walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, after the short, silent, trip, you arrived to your room. He placed the bags on the bed and you did the same after closing the door behind you.

-Help me take off the price tags.- you invited him. He grabbed the bag, taking out the first garment. It was a white baby onesie, with Captain America's shield logo on it in white, blue, and red. His breath got caught in his throat and he suddenly let out a sob.

You snapped your head up in confusion, your features softening when you saw him. He sat on the bed, head down, onesie still in his hand. You put down the dress you had in your hands and went to sit next to him, since it would've been really uncomfortable for you to bend on your legs now. You hand went istinctively to rub his back.

-Can we talk?- he asks with broken voice. You tilt your head to the side to look at him with the shadow of a smile on your face.

-Only if you stop crying. Or else none of us will be able to talk at all.- he chuckles slightly making you smile lovingly. He wraps his big arms around you, nuzzling his face in your neck, your collarbones exposed due to the large shirt you were wearing. The wave of relief that washed over you in that moment was hard to describe.

-I missed you so much, baby. I couldn't stand the thought of you being mad at me. I'm sorry for being so impulsive.- he sniffed while he talked. You nodded, cupping his face gently. Steve melted into your touch.

-I know you are. And I'm sorry too. I know that I've been harsh with you these past days, it's just...- he waited patiently, -You're not responsable for only yourself anymore. I understand, please trust me, I understand what you wanted to do and also that you feel like it's your duty to do that. And it kinda is, but my point is- you shook your head realizing that you weren't really explaining yourself.

-What I mean is that you cannot put your life behind other's. Not for me, not even for the team. We're grown ass adults okay? Fow how much you can love us and we can love you, we are our own person. But this- you placed his hand on your belly, -This had been a choice. Your, mine. We both are responsable for this life. The same way I gave up my job, and the lessons. Now, I'm not asking you to stop going on missions, but I'd like you to be with me as much as possible. And that when you go, you'll be careful. Please, Steve.- you say softly, almost in the verge of tears. Again. You've cried more in five months than in your whole life probably.

-You're right. It was pretty hypocritical of me to get mad at you for the same reason in the first place.- he shook his head in disappointment. You rolled your eyes, adding -Work. I think we'll have to rearrange ourselves in this department.- you smiled and he laughed, agreeing.

-So, are we gonna get these off the bed and use the space in a better way or what?- your lips curled in a seductive smirk that quite shocked him. He recovered quickly, jumping on his feet and placing the bags on the ground in a split second. You threw you head back laughing at his eagerness, but you honestly couldn't blame him. Your hormones were a mess and your horniness at level 100, but you often were either sick, tired, hungry or he was. And not to mention the missions that separated you. So let's say that since you got pregnant the sex decreased noticeably, which was something that you wanted to fix. You phisically missed and needed him.

He returned to you and crashed his lips to yours, and soon enough you were a mess of tongues and lip bites and sucks that got interrupeted just briefly to get your clothes off. He didn't have anything under his hoodie, and you happily noticed that he was completely healed and that his weeks in the tower were due to the lack of new missions. You sincerely hoped it would last. After his hoodie, his pants and boxers were next. With you the situation was a bit more complex: first the light material shirt you had on had to be unbuttoned, then your tank top, the jeans' belt and the pants themselves. When you were left in just your underwear, a plain set of cotton white bra and panties, Steve stopped to look at your body.

He was in awe of you. He rose his hand and started a caress that began on your cheek, his thumb on your bottom lip, then descended to your now fuller breasts, to the curve of your waist to to your baby bump. At that point he bent down on his knees and kissed it softly.

-Hey little one, if you want to take a nap, now it would be a good time.- he whispered directly to the stretched skin. You let out a sound that was halfway between of a whine and a laugh.

-Steve, Jesus Christ.- you covered your face with your hands. You heard him laugh and stand on his feet again. He removed your hands gently, kissing you again with slow, agonizing passion that even let escape a ridiculous whine from your lips at the loss.

-Where were we?- he reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, sliding it off your shoulders and freeing your breasts.

-Mrs and Mr. Rogers I'm sorry to disturb, miss Maximoff would like me to inform you that dinner's ready.- you stopped hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s voice. You groaned, annoyed at the interruption, but Steve suddenly started to push you on the bed and to lick and suck your boobs.

-Tell miss Maximoff that we have dinner here.- he responded biting softly your nipple, making you whimper.

-It will be done, mr Rogers.-

-Geez Steve, couldn't you be more specific?- you sassed with a deep breath, distracted by your husband's mouth. He snorted moving further down to remove your panties.

-You're already pregnant, couldn't be more obvious than that.- you started to laugh, but it soon became a loud moan when you felt his tongue licking a long stripe on your pussy. You closed your eyes and istinctively wanted to bring your hand in his hair, but you found an obstacle. A medium big, round and naked obstacle. You huffed and Steve stopped, tilting his head to the side, since now you couldn't even see him from between your legs.

-Are you okay?- he asked, worry in his voice. You sat on the bed, helping yourself with your hands. He returned beside you, waiting.

-It's just..ugh I'm so awkward and big and not confident if I have to be honest.- you say for the first time out loud. You wanted to cover yourself by curling your knees to you chest, but again, you swollen stomach didn't allow it. At that point you got even more frustrated.

-Damn it.- Steve places his fingers under your chin and made you look at him. His eyes were serious but not mad.

-Hey, none of that. Do you even realize the miracle your beautiful body is doing? You're creating a whole life in there, baby.- he smiled brightly looking in your eyes, -And by the way, you're still hot as fuck.- that made you laugh. He kept smiling while he made you lay down again on the sheets.

-This beautiful face..these cheeks are even sweeter now.- he peppered them with kisses making you giggle uncontrollably.

-Don't get me started on these ones...- his hands cupped your breasts while his mouth attacked your nipples and the soft skin. You moaned softly, your hand immediately in his short hair, your nails delicately scratching his scalp.

-But you know my most favorite thing?- he kept going, -This.- he was now between your legs, kneeled in front of your stomach. He caressed it and kissed it a few times. Then his gaze  locked in yours again. You almost felt hypnotized, both by his velvety voice and his touch.

-I love it because it's round and soft and most importantly because it's giving me a family. A baby. And you know who's giving me all of this? You are. So don't ever be insecure about this wonderful body, please.- you smiled at him softly. Soon enough the mood changed again when he spoke his next words.

-Now, are you gonna let me thank this stunning body like it deserves or not?- you felt the smirk in his voice, his blue eyes hungry. You mirrored his expression propping yourself up on your elbows.

-Would like to see it.- you answer. He huffs out a laugh and reprises what he started doing a few minutes prior. He took good care of you until you came on his tongue, and at that point you grabbed him to crash your lips together. You kept moving and bringing him with you, until he found himself laying down on his back and you straddling his hips. Steve's hands immediately went to your sides, trying to not move and let you do the work, even though all he wanted was to fuck you until you both could't anymore.

You kept you eyes on his while you stroked him a few times before slowly sinking on him. He squeezed both his eyes shut and your hips, huffing a long breath. That could've almost made you laugh if you weren't just as wrecked. Your hips started moving, back and forth, to the sides in painfully slow circular motions. At one point he grabbed your ass, sitting up and making you gasp.

-Doll I'm kinda struggling here- he breathed out kissing your neck while you kept moving. -I want to be delicate but damn.- he nipped at your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Your hips started going faster with the help of his hands guiding you and soon enough you were panting and kissing each other passionately and messily.

-Oh, Steve I'm almost there- you moan hugging his head to your chest. He moaned too, reaching in front of you with his hand to circle your clit.

-I'm right behind you baby.- he reassured you while in reality he was trying hard not to come in that exact moment. He craved you more than usual, not only beacause your body was actually so fucking hot to him but also because he hasn't touched you for almost two whole weeks.

Just a few seconds later you gripped his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck. His breath got caught in his troath at the way you clenched around him when you came. And as a cue, he followed you short after, coming inside you. You stayed like that, hugging and cuddling for some minutes, then he kissed you and moved you gently on his side, hissing slightly when you lost contact.

-Be right back.- he said going to the bathroom and returning with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up from both of your releases and then went back to throw the dirty fabric in the laundry basket. You looked at him with a lopsided smile, still hazy and quite tired from the recent activity. He mirrored your expression with messy hair, crawling in the bed to you and pulling you on his side after.

-I needed that.- you say. He sighed, -I definetly did too. How come we always end up having sex after we argue or talk?- he asked casually. You shrugged.

-I don't know, the important thing is that the talk comes first and then, the sex.- he agreed with a nod. You chewed on you lip a bit before speaking again.

-Honey- you called, he hummed.

-While you were away last week I started to think about how I will probably need more help in the future, you know. And the fact that you and the others are often away on missions. And I mean it's totally alright, that's work but... I felt so bad when Sam and Wanda were left behind last time. And just to 'babysit' me.- he looked down at you with a frown.

-They offered to stay behind because they wanted to. We're taking turns on missions all the time.- he responded. You barely noticed that he had started to caress your belly.

-That's not the point, you know it. The last mission was quite big. I know my work well enough to know that Fury would've sent all the team, if I weren't left behind. Also by now we both understood that this baby isn't a normal baby and that is why I'm so sick so often. Bruce can't be here all the time, and for how good and skilled he his, he's not an expert in the baby field.- he was listening to you intently, but he wasn't quite sure with where you wanted to go with this.

-What's the point?- he asked, moving a strand of your hair from your face with his fingers.

-The point is,  that I've read a lot in these months, and I think that we should hire a midwife. It would be someone that stays with me most of the day and helps me. An actual expert.-

-And how would you explain that our child has the blood of two super soldiers?- his hand motioned himself and you. You got up, towards the bathroom.

-Steve, we share the house with a god, a giant green monster, enhanced people, a witch, a kid that has the powers of a spider and an intelligent robot. I think it wouldn't be a great surprise.- you closed the door, peed and then refreshed yourself before going back to take some clean clothes. You saw that he was waiting for you to get out, probably wanting to shower.

-Okay then, I guess we can arrange that, if that will make you feel better.- he finally spoke. You kissed his cheek, already in your underwear.

-Thank you. You're showering?- he nods, the raises an eyebrow.

-Wanna join?- you laugh and shake your head.

-No, baby not now. I get tired quite easily and if the bed's already a bit difficult to work with, the shower must be a nightmare.- he pouted.

-You're right.-

-But- he stops the door before it closes, waiting for you to continue. -I want to fix your hair and your beard if you let me.- a lopsided smile opens on his face.

-Be my guest.-

-

After you sat him down on the edge of the bathtub, you shortened the longer strands on top with tiny scissors. After that you picked up the electric razor and groomed the sides, shortneing them but not removing them completely. You did the same with the beard, leaving a short, barely visible scruff. About twenty minutes later you were done. You put down the razor and took a step back to look at your work.

-Perfect.- you commented, brushing the hair that fell on his chest and shoulders. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, smiling.

-Is there anything you can't do?- he asked. You smirked, kissing him before starting to clean up.

-No, I'm a woman.-

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[terushimas-n1-hater]

𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ٭

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Genre: kind of fluffy but its mostly angst

Warnings: toxic (abusive??) parents, arranged marriages, toxic relationships.

!Timeskip spoilers!

Playlists I listened to while writing this

"Good job..you did great out there."  You said with a hand on his shoulder.

"Ah" he smiled "thank you for your support, without you and many others I would've never won so, thank you"

He said with genuine smile on his face. He got closer to the sofa, he sat down letting out a long sigh "oh" he said as if he remembered something.

"Hey! Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah i guess"

"Okay okay here, i got you something."

he said handing you a bag "u- um thank you?" You're confused yet curious looking inside the bag you see a little box, it looked like a jewellery box...but why would he buy you jewellery? all you did was praise him and help him go through the tiring days because of training for the Olympics, so why would he buy you something expensive?

"You look curious, why don't you open it and see it for yourself." He said looking at you with a soft look. You took the box out of the bag opening it, What a gift....

It looks so beautiful

It was a pretty looking necklace. Its gold and Choker like with pretty little stars that go all around it. You remember wanting a necklace like this..

How did he know you wanted something like this?

Is this a coincidence?

You dont even talk to him that much?

What is he on exactly?

You looked at him and looked at the box again "uh..I saw you last month and how you were looking at that same necklace, it looked like you wanted it so um i got it for you" he said smiling softly

"But why? Is this out of pity or something?" You said with a confused face "what! Of course not! do..do you not like it?" "No no! I like it but its just kinda random.. since I didn't really do anything to deserve a gift like this.." You said sighing.

Your story with tooru was long.

You never wanted to marry a man. In fact the thought alone of a man's touch made you nauseous beyond all belief. But he.....wasn't any different from any other man you've always wanted to avoid. But with parents like yours, the moment they found out about your thoughts they completely lashed out on you saying that all those feelings and thoughts are not expected in their household. And Forcing you to marry a man that you never saw or knew about before in your life. I mean he wasn't mean to you never laid a hand on you.

But still, It didn't feel right.

You felt captured, you felt stuck in a dead end. Like there was no where else to go. Being a housewife for almost 2 years now made you fall in many depressive episodes. And he knew that, he knew so so well about all the depressive episodes you were in, He knew it all. He tried to help you, but there was nothing for him to do since he himself doesn't know you or anything about you.

Which made it harder for the both of you to understand each others struggles. He never forced you to stay inside the house and do stuff for him like how your parents want you to. He let you free, let you do what you want. There is nothing else for him to do. In fact the both of you thought about getting a divorce, but you both knew that both your parents would not let that happen. Although yes you both had something somewhat in common, you both loved space.

You specifically loved stars. And you could guess that he caught up with your love for stars. You wore a lot clothing and jewellery that had something with stars or space. He thought it was cute, so when he saw you looking at this very pretty necklace he knew you wanted it.

"First its not out if pity and second i got it for you since i kinda knew you liked stuff like this.." 

"Thank you tooru I really appreciate it."

I mean who wouldn't appreciate a gift like this?you loved and valued this gift but something just doesn't feel right with tooru honestly.. But it was just a gut feeling so you decided to just ignored it.

Again, tooru isn't the type that would keep you in his house and order you around. So you had many opportunities to get outside and have some fun you get me? Almost every weekend you'd get yourself all dolled up and go out with your friends For a little night out.

This not only made you happy and made you forget about all the shit you were going through, but it gives you a chance to do other fun things if you know what i mean. Hear me out, you knew it was wrong, so wrong actually. But it won't hurt anyone right? I mean tooru doesn't actually like you so, why not?

You did this with many people you meet at the club, specifically women. You loved it honestly. It made you feel more open and more happy about yourself. You didn't feel as captured as you used to, it was just great.

It was one of those nights again, you were laughing and chatting with one of your friends wearing (dress/suit wtv you prefer)

You felt so confident and happy. Moments later Your friend excused themselves to go to the bathroom, you nodded as they went to the bathroom. You were leaning on the bar and drinking your drink looking at the people on the dance floor drunkenly grinding and dancing together. You looked around to see this very pretty lady admiring you with a soft smile on her face, You smiled a bit while getting closer to her.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked with a cheeky smile

"No..i just thought you look pretty"

"Oh?"

"Very actually.." You giggled at that statement.

You and....aiko chatted for a pretty long time you kinda forgot about your friend. Aiko, aiko..what a pretty name, You were so interested in this girl honestly all you wanted to do is sit there and know all about her.

"What a pretty necklace you got there!" She said pointing at the necklace tooru gave to you.

"Oh! Yeah my.. brother gave it to me as a gift."

"Aww"

You both chatted for a while more and exchanged phone numbers

"Dont forget to text me!!" She said waving at you and blowing you a lil kiss.

You smiled and sighed, its probably time to go home.

You were looking for your friend to tell them that its time to leave, you took out your phone to call them and to know where they are until you saw you got some unread messages from them.

"Oooo ;)"

"Yall better make out after this."

"Okay I kinda ship bye"

"ANYWAYS..I'm going to leave this nasty azz club and leave ya too alone *wink wonk* "

"Love you AND DONT FORGET TO TEXT ME WHEN  YOUR HOME"

You smiled at the text messages. You really did appreciate having a friend like them..But, its time to head home now before it gets even more late. You paid for your drinks took your stuff on your way out.

You finally got back home, tooru was sleeping on your shared bed so now you have be extra careful not to wake him up.

After you changed and got ready for bed. Already texted your Friend letting them know you went home safely.

"Are you free this Tuesday?"

You just got a message from someone with the name "your bbg 😻" you chuckled remembering Akio saved here contact name on your phone that.

"Yeah i am!"

"Great wanna hang out? There is this café I went to before THEY SELL THE BEST BAGELS EVER"

"Oh sure!"

"Okay i will send you the location to the café tmr kk?"

"Okay goodnight bbg 😻"

"LMAO GOODNIGHT 💖💝💗💓❤"

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¡A/n! : okay so ahm ahm I wrote this in a pretty bad mental state so, if there is errors or spelling mistakes OR ITS JUST BAD I apologise. But I do hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed thinking and writing about it!! I will be making a part 2 to finish this because I just realised that if I finish this all at once it would be a wattpad story type long lmaooo. Thank u and have a great dayy (ﾉ´ з `)ノ💕💞💓💗💖💝

[fvckvalenciano]

introducing benji !!

[ FROY GUTIERREZ // 20 // CIS MALE // HE/HIM // MUSE J ] can you believe BENJAMIN ‘BENJI’ VALENCIANO is apart of the stellar world tour? the industry has dubbed him THE CHARLATAN and he has quite the reputation. sources say he is [ ENGAGING ] and [ ASSERTIVE ], but can also be [ VINDICTIVE ] and [ QUICK-TEMPERED ]. however, he is best described by the song [ SUPER RICH KIDS ] by [ FRANK OCEAN ]. i can’t to see what the stellar world tour has in store for him.

bio & pinterest

hi hi !! i'm sure you guys will recognize this as a reoccuring theme sooner rather than later, but i have absolutely no idea what i'm doing at any given moment, so i'm just gonna dive into a quick introduction to benji and hope for the best ! if you are interested in some slightly more organized thoughts i would recommend taking a look at his bio ( which i just fixed the link for because i'm dumb and it was broken this whole time haha, so let me know if there are any problems! ) & i hope you guys enjoy :)

okay so benjamin is born in greenwich, connnecticut, a town famous almost exclusively for housing some of the wealthiest families in america and not much else. his moms are both lawyers, cutthroat defense attorneys that pay for the family's summers in europe and vacation homes down south with somebody's elses blood money. he's an only child, and their scrutiny is merciless as it curates an envy for the anonymity of the shadows. their expectations pile too high in his throat, and he fears the day he chokes and lets them down, for it is inevietable. but he knows they'll do anything to get him across that finish line, walking across the stage at a prestigous law school he couldn’t care less about, which in an odd way is more terryifying than it is comforting.

music is not something that even crosses his mind until much later in life. it was never an option, still isn't, so he decides early that it is not worth the energy of entertaining, even as he finds peace only when the music is loud enough to drown out everything else. he is desperate to mold himself into somebody worth his mothers' undying affections, not just charades and party tricks. but they are patient with him nonetheless, smiles tight and forgiving through it all, and his stomach turns more often than not with the way pity flashes in a matching set of cool eyes, lightning-quick.

benji is created in just sixteen hours and thirty-seven minutes, an accident. it's a textbook definition of overnight fame, a shoddy youtube video gaining far more traction than it was ever meant to. he's nineteen and only in his second semester at college, and music was never the plan, but neither was law school, really. it's a headache, dizzying to imagine taking a life where he steps outside of his family's hold, and he is forced to make a real decision for the first time in his life. so he does.

in the same breath that he signs a contract with the label, they are prying his music from his fingers, the lyrics of missing a life that was never his to begin with are lifted away and delivered to somebody that looks more the part of soft and remoreseful. ( cue lincoln entering stage left, hello bb ) rather, he’s fitted with quick and aggressive lines, still technically his words but molded in a way that don’t fit right in his mouth. they tell him it fits his image better, and doesn’t he want to be famous? the worst part is that it works, his fans eat it up, and demand more, more, more. anger thrums beneath his skin, obvious even as he shoves it down like always, but any pr agent could spot it from a mile away, and they tell him to use that instead. he is familiar with the use of disguises, years of sneaking around in his own home make excellent practice, but it leaves a bad taste in his mouth all the same. nobody has ever allowed him the vice of anger before, though. he knows a lifeline when he sees one, and he runs with it. benji realizes all too late that this is not the freedom he thought he would be granted, realizes he should have known better, that he let himself get passed over from his mothers’ iron grasp to the label’s. he decides he prefers the way disappointing others lasts longer and feels better than chasing approval, and lets this time be different.

[ H E A D C A N O N S ]

( i know this is all dramatic backstory so far lmao, let me introduce you to who this dumb asshole really is )

more than anything else, benji is all bark with no bite. he’ll curse you out for accidentally waking him up at 7:30 instead of 8:00, and hold the grudge for hours with icy stares and glorified pouting, like he’s got a personal vendetta for making himself miserable. he’s often a bit standoffish, distant in the apathetic way that you could cry on his shoulder for hours and still not hear a word out of him, look over and he’ll offer a placating grin and a shrug. he tells the truth to a fault, blunt and unforgiving and too impatient to waste time playing games with lies and faux-affection. even with all his own bouts of irritability, the kid is an absolute idiot when it comes to reading people and understanding social cues and he’s often left blind-sided when people are pissed at him without explicitly spelling it out. still, he doesn’t hold any actual distaste for anybody on the tour, floating between groups based on whoever’s personality suits him better that day, unless they are the ones to escalate the matter, in which case, good luck charlie. forgive-and-forget isn’t really in his vocabulary. once he makes a decision, it’s near impossible to get him to change his mind.

when he wants to be, or if you’ve entertained his interests in one way or another, he warms up and and indulges you with his internal monologue ( your chances are better if there’s a camera around, he doesn’t often bother wasting the energy otherwise, but still ) actually, it is not as hard as it sounds to gain his favor. crack a dumb joke about pr or offer him half a snickers bar and you’ve already got a foot in the door, baby. he reveals his friendship in odd ways — sarcastic comments and random compliments, nonchalant and declared like fact rather than opinion.

the real shortcut into his brain is alcohol. flash forward to like 11pm on any given day and the asshole is chugging fireball like it’s the first sip of water he’s had after years of dehydration, suddenly all bright grins and loud laughs, eager to collect drinking buddies like playing cards. it’s a harsh juxtaposition, from brooding and fabricated to giggling and tipsy, and his tolerance isn’t nearly as high as he likes to pretend it is, so he’s drunk off his ass and acting a fool more often than not. he’ll trade secrets easily, charming and tongue loose in a way that it never is when he’s sober. ( don’t even get me started with the amount of people he hooks up with, oh boy ) drunk benji’s a real headache for the crew, considering he’s not of drinking age yet in america and he’s got a rigid mask to maintain in order to keep up his charades and remain relevant. he refuses to be ashamed of it, though, and he’s adamant to make things difficult for them, relishing instead in impulsive decisions he never got the chance to make for most of his life. long story short, in a pinch, buy him a handle and he’ll probably like you.

when i say benji will try anything once, i mean it seriously, offer him literally anything and odds are that he’ll say yes. it’s kind of ridiculous. his self-destructive streak is always up for a good time, wink wink ( this doesn’t just mean drugs or anything, like dare him to eat an entire jar of nutella in under 10 minutes? where’s the spoon )

unfortunately he’s a stereotypical rich kid through and through, and he’s got the nicotine addiction to show for it. he won’t even smoke cigarettes out of the principle of the thing ( unless he’s blackout drunk, in which case, oh boy, watch your pockets ) but he’s got at least two juuls on him at any given moment. nobody knows how he manages it, but he’s got an extensive supply of the mango flavored pods even though they’re banned, because they’re the only ones he’ll use. he’s got lots of connections, and the fact that he uses them for this pretty much sums up his entire personality.

you would think that benji, with his reformed rich kid attitude and all his burning anger and sarcastic eye-rolling, would only drink expensive coffee, black and strong, right? no. he’ll walk up to any barista, pissed just to be awake before noon and gaze as hard and cold as hell itself frozen over, and order himself a frozen caramel frappuccino with extra whipped cream and extra caramel drizzle on top, deadpan and monotone. to add insult to injury, he’ll chase it by shotgunning a can of redbull, living off of unhealthy amounts of caffeine to have enough energy to deal with the others at all times. it’s ridiculous.

he’s grudgingly okay with the fact that his social media accounts have been sacrificed for his image, wiped clean and shaped into the public figure he is today. however, he guards his spotify account with his life, keeping it private and refusing to monitor this aspect of his life. his music taste is everything to him, and while he’s willing to plaster songs he’s never listened to all over his instagram story, his spotify is an extension of him, and he fights like a dog to keep it that way.

last but not least, benji’s fashion is atrocious. really, for the greater good nobody should let him dress himself, ever, and they usually don’t. he’s got quite the bad reputation amongst the stylists, infamous for scowling at the high-fashion look they want to stuff him in, refusing to hear reason to the fact that he has to wear makeup to the red carpet. whenever he knows beyond a doubt that no cameras will be waved in front of his eyes, he practically lives in sweats like it’s his religion, paired with genuinely whichever shirt he first lays eyes on. ( listen, he grew up filthy rich and just bought his first pair of sweatpants when he went to college, let him indulge bb ) some members will swear up and down to the fact that they saw him walk around in mysteriously stained sweatpants and a stolen back-up dancer’s skin tight, hot pink mesh crop top for a full hour into rehearsal before he woke up enough to realize his mistake. he’ll bite your head off for even bringing it up, but glance down and double-check what he’s wearing just in case.

oh wait also he’s dyslexic. words blur together in a way that makes writing lyrics a bitch, and just one song take him weeks to finish. it makes the sting of having them ripped away even worse. ( also i get to spell things wrong in the group chat and it’s in character lmao )