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kindahoping4forever · 4 years ago

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To Love Him Is To Need Him Everywhere // Ashton Irwin

The evolution of this fic has been WILD, I started it FOREVER ago after Ash made a series of IG posts about a camping trip but my premise never felt quite right. About a month ago I decided to adapt what I had into a birthday fic and that sparked so many ideas that I couldn't stop writing and missed posting for his birthday entirely! Thank you to @cal-puddies for reassuring me that sometimes 11k word PWPs are justified (lmao) and helping me navigate my feelings when the story started accidentally getting very very soft for some reason.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Ash, birthday!Ash, honestly some of the softest, most sentimental stuff I've written but juxtaposed with maybe some of the filthiest. Scenes of both rough and soft sex, oral and manual stimulation of a male and a female, a scene of extended cum play. A few moments of dom!Ash (followed by aftercare). Tons of dirty talk. A brief scene and mentions of weed smoking. Everything takes place on this camping trip so we've affectionately been referring to it as "forest fucking," take from that what you will lol.

Word Count: 11,575

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“Sweetheart, I appreciate the gesture but I’m not wearing that.”

Ashton skeptically tosses a loud yellow trucker hat proudly bearing the phrase “BIRTHDAY BOY” onto the coffee table.

“I had a feeling you might say that so luckily, I’ve brought options,” you smirk, reaching into your bag.

“Luckily,” he snorts.

You do your best game show model flourish as you lay out an increasingly absurd selection of novelty hats: a cowboy hat exclaiming “Yee-haw it’s my birthday!”, a classic black snapback with an “Over The Hill” tombstone design, and your personal favorite, a trucker hat featuring a variety of cartoon turtles encouraging you to “Shell-ebrate.”

He cackles and you beam at having made him laugh so genuinely. “Just think of the gift you could’ve gotten me if you hadn’t over-budgeted for prank headgear,” he teases, wrapping an arm around you.

“I’m finally letting you take me camping, is that not good enough?” You object with a joking pout, which he slyly pecks away. “Besides, I feel like you’ll be more than pleased with the types of gifts I plan on giving you.” You raise an eyebrow suggestively and slink out of his embrace before he can react.

“Well let’s get fucking going then!” He enthuses with a giggle, picking the “Shell-ebrate” hat up off the table and fitting it onto his head.

Ash finishes loading the truck he rented while you climb into the passenger seat, sitting your travel mugs in the cup holders and pulling up the GPS info. Your boyfriend happily whistles to himself as he closes up the back, excitedly tapping the top of the camper shell before climbing into the cabin next to you. He turns to you, beaming, and you can’t help but grin back.

“Ready for an adventure, my love?” He teases as he starts up the car.

“I ask myself that question everyday that I wake up next to you,” you joke, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “Answer’s always yes.”

The drive up to the forest is already the relaxing, bonding experience you both didn’t know you needed so badly. All that matters is what’s next on the playlist, how long you should hold out before you stop for coffee again and whether you prefer his hand holding yours or resting on your thigh. It’s glorious.

You arrive at the campsite in the afternoon and are surprised but pleased to find the area you chose is deserted. Ash begins unloading the car, eager to show off the tent building skills he’s been brushing up on via YouTube videos. You decide to utilize one of the campground’s picnic tables for a makeshift supply station and start setting out and organizing all the necessities you’ll want to keep accessible, like flashlights, lanterns and bug spray.

Your task doesn’t take long and you lean against the table to watch Ashton work; it’s immediately both endearing and amusing how much the struggle he’s having with the project is at odds with his positive attitude towards it. You shuffle over and try to subtly sneak a peek at the directions to see if you can assist.

“Oh hey baby, you wanna maybe hold these two pieces together while I lift the other side?” He casually asks, as if he hasn’t been assembling this section for the past 10 minutes.

You do as he asks, giggling at how quickly the tent starts taking shape now that you’re helping. “Finally had to admit this was a two-person task, huh?” You joke, moving on to the next section.

“Please, I just know what an expert you are at helping me pitch a tent,” he cracks.

You laugh in spite of yourself. “Ok, that’s on me, I don’t know why I didn’t see it coming.”

“Yeah, you usually tend to say that sometime after the tent pitching too.”

He wiggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly and you shake your head, laughing. His jokes are lame but they mean he’s in a goofy mood and you love him like that.

Working together, the tent is easily assembled and all that’s left to do is secure it to the ground. You drag over the bag of metal pegs to where Ash is pulling one of the rope lines tight, measuring where to place it.

“I think here is about right if you want to go ahead,” he instructs.

You hold a hand to your chest and mock swoon. “Are you finally asking me to peg you, babe?”

Without missing a beat, he hands you the mallet from the bag. “Pound away, baby.”

You giggle and the two of you easily finish securing the tent, bantering suggestively. Flirting with Ash always makes the time fly by and the rest of the campsite is set up in no time. You sit just inside the mesh door of the tent, organizing things, while he stands outside admiring your teamwork.

The tent rustles as he tests the strength of your build. “Think we did a nice job, baby. Barring some crazy destructive act of god, should hold up nicely,” he comments, jiggling the poles near the roof.

“Act of god is nothing. The real question is will it withstand all the shell-ebrating we’re going to do inside it,” you quip.

Ashton laughs as he crawls inside the tent and sprawls out on the air mattress. “If you’re referring to our intimate bonding time, I’d prefer to leave the cartoon turtles out of it,” he jokes.

You look over at him, classic rock tee pulling tightly across his chest as he stretches, long tattooed arms reaching all the way to the back wall of the tent because he’s so big he barely fits on the mattress. A combination of mischief and desire flows through your veins as you crawl over to settle next to him.

“Specifically right now I was referring to me taking your cock down my throat,” you state, holding his gaze as you flirtatiously trace your finger around the waistband of his jeans.

He smirks at your declaration, lust shining in his hazel eyes. “Well, now that does sound intimate, doesn’t it?” He teases, moving your hand down to feel him half-hard already. You raise an eyebrow to him and he shrugs, “Kinda hot watching you handle those tools back there, was hoping you might be feeling frisky.”

You grin and lean to give him a heated kiss while your hands adeptly undo his pants. “Please, when am I not frisky for you, handsome?” You kiss along his jaw before slowly slinking down his body, settling at his waist. “Honestly I meant to blow you on the way here but I got caught up in the scenery, I’m really running behind schedule on your birthday festivities.”

Ash’s laugh turns to a choked moan as you mouth at him over his boxers. "Yeah you planned this whole trip for me but failed to suck me off upon arrival, was beginning to doubt your devotion," he smirks, propping himself up on his elbows to see you pull his cock out, lazily smiling as you teasingly lick up and down the sides with just the tip of your tongue.

"Whatever could I possibly do to make it up to you?" You tease, tracing your lips over and over with his tip before briefly sucking him into your mouth.

You roll your tongue around his head before pushing him from your mouth so you can press wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down his shaft. When you reach the tip again, you wrap your lips around it, lightly suckling while letting spit run out of your mouth and drip down his cock. You feel his eyes watching your every move and know the visual alone has got to be driving him crazy; you decide to add to it by bringing your hand up to slowly stroke him, spreading your spit around his length until he’s totally coated and shiny for you.

He sucks in a breath, uninterested in playing it cool. “Fuck, baby… so hot when you’re messy with it,” he groans. You pull off and give him a smirk that makes him groan even deeper. He strokes a hand over your face, tracing his thumb over your lips, letting out a naughty chuckle when you suck his thumb into your mouth and flutter your tongue over the pad. “You’re in a mood, aren’t ya?”

You casually shrug and get back to work, giving him a show by sticking your tongue out flat and slapping his cock across it; a thrill runs through you when he visibly shudders in reaction to the wet plop that each smack makes. Next you grip him by the base and sink your mouth slowly down his length. As you pull back up, you’re sure to angle yourself so that he gets a good view of the outline of his cock pressing against your cheek, giving him the bulging illusion that he’s far too big for your mouth to contain. You play this game a few more times, listening to his muttered curses become more and more frequent.

A loud pop sounds throughout the tent as you pull off to look at him; you squeeze your thighs together at the sight of his long curls dangling in his face, him fighting the urge to close his eyes but not wanting to miss a second of your filthy display. You love knowing you can affect him this way, there’s really no other feeling quite like it. You tug at his cock and flick over his tip again, giving a long “mmm” as you taste the precum that’s started to bead there.

“Jesus, baby, it’s gonna be a long trip with you, isn’t it?” Ashton half-giggles, half-moans at the movements of your tongue. His voice has a slight desperate edge to it as he sighs, “Come on, love, no more teasing.”

“Anything you say, birthday boy,” you lilt.

You lower your mouth on him at an excruciatingly slow pace, not stopping until he hits the back of your throat and you have to pause to collect yourself as your gag reflex kicks in. You start to bob, taking a little more of him each time, playing up the coughs and chokes you’re letting out because you know that secretly gives him a sense of pride. You keep working him down your throat, continuing to let your spit fall freely, your hand stroking what won’t fit in your mouth. You swirl your tongue along the underside of his shaft as you pull back up and the long, exaggerated moans he lets out every time tell you he’s getting close.

“Eager today, aren’t we?” You pant, fingertips ghosting over the sides of his cock as you grin at him.

Ash cackles, “You can’t tease me like that and then zing me for not lasting!” He looks down at you, cheeks stained with tears, chin shiny with drool. The blend of lust and adoration in his voice is intoxicating as he dabs at your face and says in a low voice, “Make me cum, messy girl.”

You practically purr at his request, quickly sinking back down. You take him deep again, getting him as far as you can and holding him there, fluttering your tongue around until you have to pull back to breathe. He grips your hair as you come up and you know that’s your signal he’s at the point of no return. You bob a couple more times and then briskly stroke his length while licking over his slit.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby… such a good…” His praises end abruptly as his body tenses and his cock starts spurting cum across your tongue. You hum approvingly as you wrap your lips around him, swallowing down every drop he has for you.

You’ve barely pulled off before he’s bringing you up to his lips to kiss you. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbles, stroking his fingers through your hair. You settle in next to him, lazily kissing as he comes down; his hand starts to wander between your legs and you shoo him away. He objects, “I know that got you wet, love. Let’s make you cum too.”

“That one was a freebie. It’s your birthday, get used to it,” you wink.

You lay your head on his chest and the two of you enjoy the silence for a few moments before dozing off for a much needed nap. You wake up to the smell of coffee and the sounds of an acoustic guitar being softly plucked; before you open your eyes to see you’re alone in your tent, you would’ve sworn you were back at home, waking up on a lazy Sunday morning.

You peek your head out of the tent and smile at the sight of Ashton looking cozy in his red and black baja hoodie, lounging in a camping chair mindlessly playing his guitar, breeze blowing through his hair.

You take your time slipping your shoes back on, digging through your luggage for one of his other hoodies you packed for yourself, listening to him create a calming ambiance. You head outside and don’t waste a second bounding over to him to place a soft kiss on his cheek. Before you can walk away, he sets the guitar aside and pulls you into his lap.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmurs into your neck.

You push his hair out of his face and behind his ears. “One of my favorite ways to wake up,” you admit. “Possibly the best way… definitely Top 3.”

He smirks. “The other ways being…”

“Maybe you can help me lock in my list sometime,” you shrug coyly. He giggles and joyfully kisses you.

Before long, the sun is starting to set and it's dinnertime. Ash gives you a quick overview of the camping stove and you throw the frozen hamburger patties on the grill while he lugs out the firewood you bought on the way up and sets about building a fire.

“I can feel you staring,” he teases, adding some more kindling to his build before striking a match.

“Can’t a woman gaze adoringly at the man she loves without there being some sort of thirsty ulterior motive?”

“If you weren’t the same woman who was making eyes at me while I was pumping gas or who wouldn’t stop grabbing my ass while I was loading the car this morning, maybe I’d give you the benefit of the doubt,” he laughs, adding another log to the fire.

You stick your tongue out at him before turning around to flip the burgers. “Sorry for appreciating having a partner who has the ability to take care of me.”

You squeal as he grabs you by your waist and spins you to face him. “Oh, I’ll take care of you alright,” he flirts, kissing all over your face and across your neck.

Your dinner is nice, the food is delicious and you enthusiastically fill him in on the hiking trail you selected for tomorrow. When you’re finished eating, you tend to the fire while Ash offers to clean up the trash and secure the rest of the food. He passes by you a few minutes later, headed for the left edge of your site, armed with his backpack, a stack of blankets and an excitedly determined look on his face.

“Two minutes,” he declares.

You watch curiously as he spreads a blanket on the ground and then another couple on top to layer, looking satisfied with his work before topping off the makeshift bed with an unzipped sleeping bag and two small pillows. He kicks off his shoes, sits down and cutely waves you over, patting the spot next to him.

“While you were sleeping earlier I did a survey of the campground and this is where the trees part the most for us to see the sky,” he explains, directing you to lay down on the pillow.

You settle into the place he made for you and gasp at the view. He’s right, the trees surrounding you seem to almost intentionally diverge to create a nearly unobscured view. Outside of the city, away from all the light pollution and smog, the night sky is a lush, velvety sea of black with patches of impossibly bright stars offering a gorgeous contrast. Not quite visible behind the trees but still unmistakable in presence, the moon casts a soft, romantic glow around you.

Somehow when you planned this trip, you didn’t consider how breathtaking this scenario would be and as you look back over at your boyfriend, bathed in moonlight, you feel instantly overwhelmed. You sit back up and lean over towards him. “It’s perfect,” you whisper, smiling into the soft kiss you press upon his lips.

Ashton hums into it, placing his hands on your cheeks, thumbs softly stroking your face as he kisses you. "One more thing and then it'll be perfect," he winks.

You give him an interested look as he moves away and you lay back on the blanket, staring up at the sky again while you wait for him to join you. You hear him rummaging around in his backpack and before you can ask him what he’s up to, you hear the soft pop of a container lid being lifted and the smell of weed fills the air.

“Ahhh, you read my mind,” you grin at him, propping yourself up on your elbows.

The breeze makes lighting the joint difficult at first and you cup your hands over his to help aid the task; Ash thanks you with a quick thigh squeeze as he takes his first hit and passes it to you. You take a puff, closing your eyes as you inhale, letting yourself fully appreciate the feeling of the cool air on your face and Ashton’s hand on your skin.

You hand the joint back to him and as he lifts it to his lips, he lays back and you follow suit, curling into his side, shifting so he can sling his arm around you. You lay there together, smoking and stargazing, only occasionally talking, mainly just enjoying being present with each other, something you’re realizing you don’t do often enough.

Ashton breaks the silence and quietly says, “I’m so glad we’re doing this, baby.” He squeezes his arm around you to emphasize his words. “Getting away for a few days is always great, but doing it like this? Just the two of us, alone in nature.... I can’t think of anything better. Thank you for putting it all together.”

You smile softly against him. “You’ve been talking about wanting to do this kind of thing forever, I thought it was time to make it happen for you.”

He leans in and gives you a sweet kiss and instead of pulling away when he’s done, he lets his lips linger on yours; he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, you press small kisses against his mouth. The two of you forget about the stars, lazily playing like this, getting lost in the physicality of each other, in the endless wonders of being stoned and in love.

The next morning you wake up much earlier than usual but Ashton somehow still has you beat. You sleepily stumble out of the tent to find him already in the middle of cooking breakfast, using both the campfire and the stove to whip up some bacon and veggie omelettes for the two of you.

He offers you a bright “Mornin’ baby!” and opens his arms for you.

You step into his embrace and promptly bury your face in his chest, breathing deep and noting how his hoodie now has that distinct Ashton smell blended with the scent of the coffee he's drinking, last night’s campfire and a whiff of the weed you smoked. It’s a weirdly comforting aroma and you breathe it in again to commit it to memory.

“I’m supposed to be spoiling you, birthday boy, what are you doing up before me?” You complain with a smile. “Don’t get to treat you to breakfast, don’t get to wake you up with a surprise blowjob…”

He smirks, “Oh I’d be more than happy to let you finish up here while I take a quick nap. Y’know. To help get your plan back on track.”

You playfully push out of his hold and he easily wrestles you back into his arms. You kiss and cuddle until breakfast is ready; it’s a tasty but quick meal, neither of you wanting to dawdle too long so you can get an early start on your hike.

It's only a short drive down the mountain to the trail you’ve picked to explore. As you get your backpacks out of the car, you comment to Ash how this area once again seems to be devoid of other visitors and he shares that earlier when he popped into the general store for a fresh bag of ice, they mentioned their busiest weeks tend to be later in the summer.

“Besides, less people around means more excuses for me to do this,” he flirts, dipping you back into a frisky kiss, grabbing your ass while he’s at it.

His amorous mood continues as you begin the hike: holding your hand as you stroll the path, pulling you into his side every so often to kiss your forehead or cheek, asking you to lead the way under the guise of “setting the pace” but judging from the comments he makes, he clearly just wanted a better view of your ass in your tight shorts.

You reach your first stop and you both shrug your backpacks off; you snap a few photos of some ancient looking trees while Ash perches on a rock to sip some water and bask in the sun. His attention is quickly diverted when he notices you rubbing at your neck.

“What’s that all about?”

Halfway through the shrug you offer him, you grimace and that answers his question for you. “Think it’s a combo of not being used to that air mattress and wearing this pack,” you admit, rolling your head, trying to shake it out.

He pouts at you sympathetically and gestures for you to come over to him. “Well, we can definitely pad the bed with more blankets tonight,” he promises. Your neck and shoulders are already bare thanks to your thin-strapped tank and his large hands easily cover the area as he soothingly massages your ailing muscles, calloused fingers digging in deep to work out the knot you were troubled by. “And before we take off again, let’s transfer some of your shit to my backpack, mine’s light.”

You smile and sweetly say, “You always seem to know just what I need, babe.”

“I try my best,” he replies with a playful edge to his voice. “Think I’ve got an idea of somethin’ else you might need.” You giggle in surprise as you feel his lips suddenly work their way across your shoulders before attaching to your neck; his hands and mouth work in tandem, massaging and kissing all the skin they can find.

Ashton’s hands start to wander to your breasts but you grab them as you turn to face him. “We’ve still got a long ways to go, mister, can’t let you get yourself all worked up just yet,” you chide, eyes smiling.

He easily shakes off your grasp and returns his hands to your body, sliding them inside the back pockets of your shorts. “Hmm… that’s gonna be a tricky one then because you always have me all worked up,” he counters, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You bite your lip to hold back a grin as you allow him to pull you closer. With your noses touching, you quietly admit, “Ok, that was a pretty good comeback I have to give you credit for that.”

He quickly pecks your lips before smugly saying, “It wasn’t just a good comeback, it was a good point…” He picks at your clothes as he continues, “This skimpy little tank top, these tight little shorts… had me half hard since you came out of the tent this morning.” You give him an amusedly skeptical look and he takes your hand and places it on his crotch to prove his point.

You give him a light squeeze as you look at him mischievously. “Our first stop and you’ve already got my hand on your cock, you gonna make it through this, big guy?”

He leans in and just when you close your eyes thinking he’s going to kiss you, he simply grazes your bottom lip with his teeth, tugging it a little before pulling away. He rasps, “Are you?”

A chill washes over you as you watch Ashton stand up and cross over to where the backpacks are; you can’t help but stare, his ass looks downright delicious in those shorts and the striped button down he has on over his tank is already starting to soak through with sweat. He easily uses one hand to lift both bags onto a rock and you have to stop yourself from groaning at how hot it is. Instead, you collect yourself and walk over to help him.

Your willpower isn’t quite as strong during your next stop and it’s not long before you’re straddling Ash on a tree stump, his hands cradling your ass, encouraging you to slowly grind on the bulge in his shorts.

“We’ve got the whole goddamn forest to ourselves, baby… can be as loud for me as you want,” he purrs.

As if on cue, you let out a moan as you roll your hips and the seam of your shorts presses against your clit in just the right way. He grips you tighter to help you move again and you feel your wetness drip into your underwear as your clit catches on his stiff cock underneath you; you cry out again, grasping onto his now bare biceps.

"I'm all for fooling around out here, babe, but this is ridiculous," you pant, tapping his hands on you so he'll loosen his hold and you can get up.

"Was feeling like a ridiculously good idea to me, love," Ashton breathes, helping you steady yourself.

You quirk an eyebrow at him. "Do you really want to walk the rest of the trail and back with cum in your pants, dude?"

"Ok, well, no," he chuckles, adjusting himself. You laugh at his relentlessness when you feel him behind you suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his hardness into your ass. "Seems like our problem could be solved if I just fuck you right here, then."

You turn around, reassuring him of your interest with a hungry kiss before once again discouraging him. "Babe, we're not even halfway, if we fuck now, we're both gonna be exhausted and useless."

He narrows his eyes and you giggle because you know that means you've made a point he can't disagree with. He recovers quickly, that same suggestive glint in his eye. “So what I’m hearing is the further up the trail we get, the more likely it is we can do some celebrating?”

You grin at him. “Desperate enough to play the birthday card, are we?” He grunts when you yank him closer by pulling on the waistband of his shorts. You murmur in a low tone, “I said we shouldn’t fuck yet, I never said we couldn’t have a little fun along the way, birthday boy.” You let your hand brush over the front of his waning erection before you slink away.

As you take on the next stretch of the hike, the air is charged with this playfully erotic energy. You try your best to take in the gorgeous environment surrounding you but your attention is undeniably divided. You recognize nature’s beauty as you gaze up at the tall trees, warm breeze ghosting over your skin but then your eyes come back down and focus on Ashton, large and sturdy like a Sequoia, the memory of his touch still lingering on your body and being surrounded by him is all you can think about.

And that’s what drives you to wrap your arms around as much of him as you can when you hit the next rest area. You nuzzle against his strong back, appreciating the feeling of his muscles flexing underneath his tank.

He turns to you with a loving yet naughty grin but before he can get out any snarky comments, you’re pulling him down to your lips. He moans into your mouth as you deliver filthy kiss after filthy kiss, leaving him panting heavily as he pulls away.

“And here I was wondering if you were into this,” he teases, hands taking up residence on your ass once again.

“I’m always into this,” you laugh in disbelief, pushing yourself up to kiss just under his ear where he likes. “Was just being practical before is all.” You peck along his neck, dipping down to nibble at his collarbones, loving how you can feel his heart pounding as you move across his chest.

Ash smirks, “Had nothing to do with regaining control of the situation, I’m sure.” He raises his hands in mock surrender as you kiss your way back up to his lips.

“You like me bossy,” you assert with a knowing grin.

“You telling me I like when you’re bossy doesn’t really do much to disprove my point, baby,” he giggles.

His laughter fades into a deep groan as your hand slides from his chest down to his crotch. “And you being this hard for me doesn’t disprove mine.” You punctuate your teasing with a few light strokes through his shorts.

It seems he’s willing to let you have the last word for once because instead of firing off another comeback, suddenly his tongue is in your mouth and he’s picking you up to set you on the edge of the nearby picnic table. He stands between your legs and the two of you hungrily make out, every groan and grab from one of you daring the other to take things even further.

Ashton's hand inches slowly up your thigh until his fingers are finally dipping under the leg of your shorts. He pushes your panties to the side and slides his fingers through your folds, cursing when he feels how wet you are. “Aww, you poor thing,” he says, voice deep and coated with exaggerated pity. “Absolutely soaked. You’re in no shape to get through the rest of this hike now.” He teases your clit momentarily before easily sliding a finger inside you.

You let yourself give into the feeling, rocking your hips back and forth as he adds a second finger. “You… you’re one to talk,” you breathe, grabbing him through his shorts again. “What’s this? The compass that’s gonna lead us home?” You barely finish your joke before you have to choke back a moan.

He ignores your wisecrack, opting to taunt you instead. “Yeah? Miss me that much, baby? Even just my fingers filling you got you feeling this good?”

“Gotta say, wish it was something else,” you admit, pulling his cock out of his shorts, grinning when you see he’s already leaking for you. “Looks like you do too.” You swipe over his tip, gathering up all the precum you can before spreading it around as you begin to firmly stroke him.

“You’re not gonna let me get it in just yet though, are you?” Ash teases, laughing darkly at your defiant head shake. “Such a stubborn girl… didn’t wanna cum last night, don’t wanna fuck until the end of the trail. What am I gonna do with you?” His fingers curl inside you while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit and you feel your stomach tighten in response.

Your hand speeds up on his length, smug satisfaction shooting through you when you see his eyes flutter, threatening to close out of pleasure. "Ideally, once we get where we're going, you'll bend me over and watch me take this cock over and over," you murmur, sneaking your other hand down to casually play with his balls. "Been a few days now, think I'll be able to take it all at once? Or will it just be too much and you’ll have to stop while I breathe and moan through the stretch? You know I love the stretch, babe.”

He grunts, thrusting into your hand. “Know you do, baby… always such a good girl taking it all, making it look so easy,” he praises you, sounding more strained by the second. “You feel pretty fuckin’ ready for me right now though, so…” He slowly pulls his fingers from you, giggling when he feels you clench down on them, trying to keep him from moving.

“Tease,” you playfully accuse, shaking your head as he makes a big show out of licking his fingers clean of you. You twist your hand on the upstroke, teasing over the head of his cock just how he likes and the resulting whine that escapes him leaves you feeling undeniably empty. “Speaking of someone feeling ready, you’re about ready to cum for me, aren’t you, birthday boy?”

“God, why does it sound so naughty when you call me that?” He mutters with a mischievous laugh, moaning as you pull that twist move again. “Fuck, baby… you’re not wrong… you’ve either gotta stop or get on your knees and open up.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” you say mysteriously, sliding off the table and onto the picnic bench. You tug the front of your tank top down and make sure that the tops of your breasts are peeking out over your sports bra. You look up at him expectantly, daring him to follow through.

Ashton lets out a guttural groan. “Dirty girl… always want me to make a mess of you, no matter where we are, huh?” He reaches out and gives one of your tits a good squeeze before loudly cursing and clutching onto your shoulder to brace himself.

You give a quiet “That’s right, baby, cum for me” as you stroke him and with a tired sigh of your name, his cock pulses in your hand. You groan at the feeling of hot cum shooting onto your neck and chest, his breathing getting heavier as each rope hits your skin. As you give a few final tugs to make sure he’s given you all he has, he’s practically gasping for air.

You wait for him to open his eyes and then you play up the spectacle, dragging through the stray drops that made it above your collarbones and sucking your finger into your mouth, pushing your tits together, making sure he can see the way his cum is already starting to mix with your sweat and drip over your cleavage.

“How’s that for a mess?” You tease, looking up at him with lusty pride.

He lets out a long exhale. “Fuckin' beautiful, baby,” he chuckles, reaching down to lovingly cup your face. He looks you up and down and whistles. “Actually… how would you feel ---”

“Was part of the reason why I wanted it this way,” you cut him off, knowing what he’s asking for. “Go for it, birthday boy.”

Ash smirks at the nickname and picks his phone up off the table, snapping a few quick photos of you, your defiled appearance against the idyllic green landscape a twisted sight to behold.

He bends down to peck your lips in thanks and you grin at him as you pull away to look through your bag for the wet wipes to clean yourself up with. You’re surprised when Ashton’s hand gently grips the top of your bag to get your attention and you look up curiously.

“What if you… left it?”

“Left it,” you repeat slowly.

He continues, somehow both confident and shy in his suggestion. “Yeah… I mean, we don’t have much further to go… and I dunno, seeing you covered in my cum is something I always love but seeing you like this out here?” He gives a shiver to demonstrate his point. “It’s really doin’ something for me.”

You consider his request for a beat and then shrug nonchalantly. “If I get a cum splotch shaped tan on my chest, you’re gonna get asked to do something weiiiiird for me in return when we get home.”

He grins brightly and helps you get your backpack on. He places both of his hands on your face, planting a deep kiss on you. “You look so fuckin’ hot like this, baby,” he rasps.

As you walk the final patch of the trail, you swear you can feel Ashton’s desire for you radiating from him; his eyes seem to never stray too far from your body and his hands continually find their way to you as well. If you hadn’t been wearing the evidence of his recent orgasm on your chest, you would’ve sworn he’d been neglected for weeks.

“Planned a whole goddamn camping trip, didn’t realize all I had to do was wander around with cum on my tits for you to have the best birthday ever,” you tease, dropping your pack to strike a mockingly coy pose for the picture you catch him taking.

He cackles before coming up behind you, his voice deep and taunting in your ear. “I think you love it too, love seeing the hold you have on me, love knowing you can affect me like this,” he asserts, rubbing his stirring cock against your ass. His hand grips your neck, holding you by your throat as he continues. “And I know you love getting marked by me… beg for it sometimes, don’t you? Anything I can do that feels like claiming you for me and only me, isn’t that right, baby?”

He bites at your earlobe, kissing along your neck while his hands move to massage your breasts, careful not to disturb the mess. A whimper escapes you as he pushes you out of his arms but you break into a grin at the sight of him wordlessly following behind you as if he’s entranced by your presence.

You finally arrive at your destination and you take advantage of being a few steps ahead of your boyfriend, taking time to stretch from your journey. You extend your arms up above your head and you’ve just let them drop down as you bend at the waist, when you hear Ash’s pack hit the ground and a smirking “What a good girl, already in position.”

You turn to snark back at him but his mouth is on yours before you get the chance. For a minute, it’s a ravenous jumble of lips and tongues and hands. Finally, you break away and start to reach for the blanket roll on top of your backpack.

“Bend over.”

A thrill shoots through you when you hear the tone of his voice. “Right here?” You ask innocently, hoping your faux hesitance will set him off.

Sure enough, Ashton’s jaw tightens and he grabs your wrist, spinning you around to face away from him. “Don’t be cute, baby,” he huffs, nipping at your neck. “You said you wanted bent over so bend the fuck over.” He nudges your back with a slight pressure.

You sigh with satisfaction as you lean yourself forward, bending your knees and placing your hands on them for support. Again, as you’d hoped, a sharp smack immediately falls across your backside and you moan much louder than you expect. Ash lets out a dark chuckle while he roughly tugs down your shorts and panties and tosses them on your bag, discarding his own tank while he's at it.

“So wet I can smell you… so desperate for me you’re moaning before I’ve even touched you,” he scolds, kicking your feet apart further. “Good thing we’re alone in this forest, baby, this is really no way to act.”

You moan again in anticipation, feeling your legs actually shake at the sound of his shorts rustling behind you. “Fuck, babe… I just need you so bad, I can’t help it,” you whine as he runs himself through your folds. “Please… give me your cock, birthday boy.”

There’s a slap to the side of your thigh for teasing him with that name again but it barely registers because then he’s pushing inside you and you’re both groaning at how unbelievable it feels after all the wait. That stretch you were looking for is unmistakably, deliciously there but he's still able to glide in easily until he’s buried in you; it feels glorious to be full of him once again.

“That’s my girl,” Ashton breathes, giving a few test pumps before grabbing your hips so he can pick up the pace. “God, you always take it so goddamn well, always feel like such a perfect fit for me. Perfect pussy for my perfect girl.”

You rock back against him, eager for more of his thick length as soon as he thrusts it away from you. “Fill me so good, Ash, never been so full, never loved it this much,” you ramble, crying out when you arch your back and it makes him hit exactly where you need. “Jesus, why did I make us wait so long, it feels so fucking good, Ash. Fuck me, fuck me.”

He hums appreciatively and hits his hips into you harder, loving how vocal you’re being; your sounds increase as you let your hand slip between your legs to play with yourself. The tranquil sounds of your surroundings - the chirping birds, the soft rush of a small waterfall, the stirring of the trees in the wind - are in stark juxtaposition to your frantic cries or the pronounced skin-slapping of your coupling.

Ash tugs at your shirt. “Can we get your tits out, baby? Want more of you,” he pants. You hastily yank your top off and pull your bra down, letting your breasts spill out over the top. His hands are all over them immediately, squeezing them and rolling your nipples before finally rubbing over where he came on you earlier, his release now either dried or spread around your skin via sweat. “Such a good girl for me, you know that? Always so happy to give me what I want… what do you want, baby? What can I do for you?”

His praise overwhelms you in such a way that before you can respond, you have to stop and rub your clit even harder. Finally you moan, “Just wanna cum. Wanna cum all over your cock.”

He gives a surprisingly sweet kiss to your shoulder and then he roughly wraps a hand around each of your tits, using them for leverage to start power fucking you. His cock drives in and out of you harder and faster than you think you’ve ever felt and as his fingers start paying attention to your nipples again, you feel that ache in your core begin to spread.

The feeling is so overdue and so intense, you keep your voice low and restrained, almost as if you’re afraid to disrupt it. Unsurprisingly, that won’t do for Ashton and without missing a beat, he spanks your ass, knowing it’ll get you there quicker and provoke a reaction from you.

The high-pitched sob of his name you manage to choke out gets a smile out of him and he praises you again. “That’s right, baby… let me know how good it feels… let me know whose cock you wanted to cum on so badly… let me know who you belong to.”

You moan “Ash… Ash… ASH” over and over until it sounds like nonsense in your mind and you screw your eyes shut so hard you see stars as your orgasm claims you, your pussy tightening and squeezing around him with such strength you’re shocked he’s still able to thrust inside you. The warm waves of pleasure you’d been denying yourself are more than worth the wait and even as you start to settle, your body keeps shaking from the aftershocks.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he coos, nearing his end. “So tight, so good… fuckin’ perfect… just for me...” His rambling trails off into a pair of relieved groans as his hips stutter and he pumps you full of cum. He folds himself into you, resting on top of your bent body while he takes several deep breaths. After a moment and a small peck to your back, he straightens up and carefully pulls out of you.

Dazed, you’ve just managed to straighten yourself up when all of a sudden Ashton is on his knees in front of you, lifting your leg up over his shoulder and burying his face in your pussy. You whimper first at the contact of his tongue to your sensitive skin and then again at the realization of what he’s doing.

He eagerly laps up the cum dripping from you, groaning at the way your tastes blend together. His tongue tentatively pushes against your entrance, in search of more; the skilled way it wiggles and writhes against you has you moaning again and you desperately try to keep your hips from rolling over his face.

Ash feels you struggling and pulls back to check in. “Again?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you frantically reply, holding back a scream as he focuses his tongue on your clit this time, determined to make you cum again. He sucks it between his lips, tenderly swiping his tongue across, kissing your pussy as passionately as he kissed you earlier. One, two more kisses is all it takes and you’re gasping his name once again. His groans are muffled against you while his hands firmly grip your waist to steady you as you ride out your second orgasm.

You gently tug on his curls when it becomes too much; as if his lips and his tongue weren't enough, you didn't realize how much stubble he'd grown from not shaving the past couple days and the sting on your skin is welcome but a lot to handle in your current state.

His tongue runs through your folds a final time and then he's pressing soft kisses to your leg as he carefully brings it down off his shoulder. "Did so good, baby," he says in a reassuring voice, standing up to give you a single tender kiss. "Give me one second."

Ashton always moves quickly when he shifts into aftercare mode, eager to make you as comfortable as possible as soon as he possibly can. He passes you your water bottle to sip while he picks a shady spot to spread the blanket out, bunching up both of your discarded overshirts for you to use as a makeshift pillow. He's back by your side a moment later, taking your hand to guide you over and helping you lay down. Before you get the chance to thank him, he's already got the wipes and tissues in hand, diligently cleaning you up.

You reach out to caress his face when he comes closer, finally wiping up what's left on your chest from earlier. "You're sweet," you murmur. You almost feel silly saying it, your feelings for him are so vast and complex in this moment but it's all you can manage being a little love drunk and fairly exhausted from your two orgasms. He grins and squeezes your hand, kissing your palm before tucking your breasts back into your bra and helping you pull your bottoms back on.

He lays behind you, wrapping his arms around you and breathing a soft sigh of your name against your hair. The two of you lay in loving silence, basking in the contrast between the cool breeze blowing across your skin and the warmth of your lover's body on you.

Ash is such a large presence, literally and figuratively, you love the firmness and safety of being enveloped by him. But after a few minutes, you find yourself needing more and you turn over to face him. His eyes are closed and you stop to study him, taking in every detail: how long his lashes are, how much you love the shape of his nose, how structured but soft his cheeks are, how kissable his lips always seem to look, how his sharp jawline still makes your stomach drop after all this time.

You notice the dimples that you love so much starting to form as he smiles at the feel of your stare. He opens his eyes and with a single look, he's able to read your energy and know exactly what you're needing. He fits his hand under your jaw and slowly kisses you, letting you lead the way, inviting your tongue to take and taste all you need from him.

He waits for you to be the one to break the kiss and then he's gently pushing you onto your back so he can lay his head on your chest. You stroke your fingers through his hair while he uses his to trace designs on your bare stomach.

"I don't know that I've ever been more grateful to be sharing a moment with someone," Ashton says quietly, the thought still formulating in his mind. You look down to see his hazel eyes gazing fondly at you. "I'm glad it's with you."

You get yourself up early the next morning to ready the surprise you’d been planning for him and as you lay there, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, you replay those words over in your mind. You think about the concept of being grateful not only to experience a moment but to have the opportunity to share it with someone and how fortunate you are to share your moments with him.

Moments like yesterday when you and Ash veered off the trail to find that waterfall you’d been hearing all afternoon and how peaceful you felt as you stood there watching it, splitting a joint with him. The way he laid across your stomach when you smoked again that evening, how he kept giggling at himself every time he started to doze off once it got late. The way when you finally made it to the tent to sleep, he immediately pulled you across the air mattress and held you to his chest, murmuring a tired thanks for giving him such a special day.

You close your eyes and burrow into him one last time before carefully slipping out of his arms to start your preparations; your teeth instantly start chattering, the biting morning air especially unforgiving coming directly out of Ashton’s warm embrace. You throw a jacket over the hoodie you wore to bed and toss a hand warmer in each pocket before you slide your shoes on and get to work.

You impress yourself with how quickly you do what’s needed and you return to the tent, eager to reveal your plan. You stroke your hand through your boyfriend’s messy curls, quietly saying his name. You smile at the way he refuses to budge, the years of sneaking in naps on tour have taught him to sleep through anything.

You kneel over the mattress to softly kiss his cheeks, lilting, “Wake up, birthday boy… got somethin’ to show you.” You kiss his cheeks again.

Ash stirs, scrunching up his face dramatically. “Your nose is fuckin’ cold,” he complains. He opens his eyes to see the still dark sky through the mesh sun roof and his eyes dart to you, confused. “Everything ok, baby?”

You squeeze his arm excitedly. “Everything’s great… I have a surprise for you,” you say proudly.

“You do?” He smiles, reaching for you sleepily. “Does it involve getting back under the covers with me and sleeping for a few more hours before you unveil it?”

You poke his side. “Can you just indulge me? I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

You crawl out of the tent and within a few minutes Ashton follows, bundled up in a hoodie, jacket and beanie. He spots you leaning against the running car and jogs over to you.

"What're you up to?" He asks teasingly, clasping your hands inside your jacket pockets.

You smile at him demurely. "You'll see," you promise. "Hop in, the heater's on and there's a thermos of hot coffee inside."

He sleepily hums, nipping at your nose before he pulls away. "Mmm, my love language."

It's your first time maneuvering the truck up the mountain and there's even more of a literal learning curve given how dark it is. In your mind, you're more excited than anything else but Ash picks up on your nervous energy and keeps a steadying hand on your knee during the entire ride.

You pull off the main road and drive down a small path that leads to an open field, sparsely populated by trees, where you put the car in park.

"The fact that I'm having zero fight or flight response to this ominous scenario just shows how much I trust you," Ash cracks.

You snort at his comment as you get out of the car. "Come along," you instruct. "Ignore the shovel behind that rock over there, totally coincidental." He cackles at your joke and follows you around the car where you’ve opened the back and set up a lantern to illuminate the dark interior of the camper shell.

He peers inside to see the truck bed is empty save for the camping stove, mini cooler and a bunch of blankets and pillows you’ve spread out. “What’s all this for?” He grins as he climbs inside.

You laugh at how quickly he makes himself at home, tossing his shoes outside and shimmying under a blanket. “I read about this spot in the reviews when I booked the campsite, said it was the perfect place to watch the sunrise,” you boast. “Figured we were gonna have to clear the truck out to pack everything up today anyways so I gave us a headstart and we get to be cozy for this.”

You crawl inside and Ashton is immediately at your side. “Thank you, baby,” he murmurs, voice scratchy with sleep and perhaps a bit of emotion. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly.

You beam at him. “I brought the stove and stuff for more coffee because I assume you’ve already devoured that thermos I gave you.” He shrugs guiltily and you laugh. “I also brought some protein bars because some of us don’t have a steel stomach like you do.”

“Ha ha,” he says dryly before lunging for you, covering your face in exaggerated wet kisses. “You just thought of everything, didn’t you, my love?”

He giggles at your muffled answer and then the two of you busy yourselves arranging the bedding for maximum comfort and viewing position. The darkness has already grown notably softer since you pulled off the road and the first hints of sunlight should be appearing soon.

You lay together with your heads facing the open air, happy to chat and snuggle under the covers while you wait for the show to begin. You set up the Bluetooth speaker you brought and start the playlist you made and downloaded for this excursion. Ash immediately recognizes the opening notes of “Here Comes The Sun” and lets out a delighted chuckle.

“Baby! That’s so fuckin’ cheesy,” he laughs, tickling your side.

You playfully bat away his hands. “I had to,” you shrug.

“Cornball move, love.”

“That’s why I knew you’d like it,” you tease.

He huffs as if he’s offended but pulls you in close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before trying to wrestle your phone away from you so he can investigate the rest of your playlist.

You both settle and fall silent as the sky starts to brighten, pastel purples and then pinks beginning to paint the horizon. You stay cuddled in the blankets, oohing and aahing at the colors changing until the tiniest orange ball of light peers out from behind the hills. You sit up to get a better view and Ashton lays his head in your lap. You play with his hair while he waxes poetic about a sunrise symbolizing rebirth and how fitting it is that he gets to celebrate another year of life like this.

The sun continues its upward journey, now proudly sitting just above the mountains surrounding you. Ashton encourages you to go out into the field so he can take some pictures of you against this magnificent backdrop; you protest, given your sloppy morning attire but his enthusiasm wins you over like it always does. After allowing him a few snaps, you insist he join you so you can photograph him as well. By the time you start taking smooching selfies, the entire field is bathed in a dreamy golden and pink glow.

You make it back to the car first and start rearranging the pillows to be at the other end of the bed to keep the now prominent sunlight out of your eyes. Ash climbs in and dramatically starfishes across the bed, enduring multiple pokes and prods from you before he moves, allowing you both to get back under the blankets.

You lay with your back to his chest and the two of you take turns showing off the photos you each just took. Then your phones get put away and you relax against him, silently encouraging him to spoon you while you vibe out to your playlist.

He squeezes his arms around you tight. “This is exactly the kind of thing I was imagining all those times I mentioned wanting to camp with you,” he tells you. “You thinking of it on your own makes it so much more special though, I like knowing we’re on the same wavelength.”

“It happens on occasion,” you grin, tilting your face up to kiss his chin.

You peck at his jaw a few more times before you turn around in his arms so you can kiss him properly. It’s a simple kiss, one where your mouth just lightly brushes his, but it’s enough to get him humming against you, bringing his hand up to hold your face so you don’t go anywhere. His thumb strokes your cheek as he slowly glides his lips over yours and his tongue soon follows suit, slowly tracing your lips until they part for him. The kiss doesn’t deepen, your tongues just lazily tangle and untangle for a while. He smells like fire and tastes like coffee and you’re so taken by his presence that you grip his bicep to keep him in place when he starts to pull back.

It continues on, the two of you laying together, lost in this seemingly endless push and pull, neither wanting the other to stray too far from your lips. The vibe stays relaxed and unrushed but the kisses do eventually become needier, deeper and more exploratory, spreading to necks, ears and any other patches of skin you both have exposed. Hands also begin to wander and it doesn’t take long for your leg to end up hooked around Ashton’s waist, with him pawing at your ass and you slowly moving your hips against him.

You lift your leg higher, trying to get him closer and when you feel how hard he’s gotten, you can’t help the moan that pours from your mouth. “Need me?” You ask simply, reaching down to stroke him through his sweatpants. You sigh a simple admission before he gets the chance to answer. “I need you.”

He groans at both your words and your touch. “Yeah,” he breathes, slipping his hand up your sweatshirt to cup your breast. “Want you too.”

You capture his lips in the most passionate kiss of the morning so far. “Then have me, birthday boy,” you flirt.

He presses his hips into you. “I’m really gonna miss you calling me that,” he laughs.

“Me too,” you giggle.

It takes another few minutes to get situated as you continue to laugh and kiss while debating how naked to get considering the chilly weather. Ash opts to strip off his outerwear, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt with his sweatpants pulled down just enough to get his cock out. You end up in just the henley of his you wore to bed, unbuttoned nearly all the way to give him access to your chest.

You’re back on your sides and he brings your leg up on his hip once again; he guides his cock between your folds, inviting you to rock against it, coating him in your wetness. Even though the teasing was his idea, he doesn’t seem to have much patience for it, almost immediately groaning your name and stilling your hips so he can slip inside you. He brings you into a sensual kiss, tongue teasing over yours, teeth nipping at your lips while he takes his time filling you, wanting to savor every second of burying himself in your pussy.

Tiny whimpers and gasps escape your throat with every inch he gives you; you love when he goes slow like this, everything fades away except for the awed, hungry look in his eyes as you take every bit of him. Nothing else matters except for how unbelievably hard he feels, how wet you are and that heavy, full feeling growing between your legs as he pushes in further.

After what feels like a gloriously torturous eternity, Ashton finally bottoms out and he leans his forehead against yours, letting you both catch your breath and focus on the feeling of being connected in this way. “Made for me,” he murmurs, almost to himself, caught up in appreciating how tightly you wrap around his cock as he starts pumping into you slowly.

Your fingers stroke over his scruffy cheek, holding his face to yours but not quite having the focus to kiss him. Your bodies rock and sway against each other, too busy enjoying being close to find a rhythm just yet. It’s such a strangely wonderful experience to indulge the quieter aspects of your desire like this - you want more of him, all of him, but you’re in no hurry to get there. Having him near, feeling him all over you like this is more than enough for now.

Your eyes meet and neither of you can keep from smiling. You bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent, committing this moment and this feeling to memory. “Love you,” you sigh against his skin.

You’ve both said it before but it doesn’t happen often. He squeezes your hand and you know it’s his quiet way of acknowledging how intensely you must be feeling. “Love you so much, baby.”

His lips find yours again and he begins to move more steadily in you, finding a pace. Like with everything else, his hips are unhurried and easy; you close your eyes and get lost in the sensations he’s giving you, letting yourself be present with him in this moment instead of focusing on the urge to rush towards the end. You want this to last forever.

Ash fits an ass cheek in one of his large hands and starts moving you on his cock, paying close attention to how your breathing changes with this new technique. You shift your leg higher and he hits a spot that elicits the loudest moan you’ve given him today. He instantly decides he needs to hear it again and he rocks into you with a little more force, a little more intention.

“Sound so pretty, love… wanna hear more,” he says, breathing noticeably faster. He attaches his mouth to the spot on your neck that always gets you noisy and within seconds you’re whining for him. He gives it one last nibble and reassures you, “I’m here, baby, tell me what you need.”

You breathe deep, trying to find the words for how you’re feeling. You settle on, “More… just… more.” You grab onto his neck, then his arm, then his back. Anything to try and get him closer, anything to show him you need him closer. You quietly admit, “Always want more.” It sounds so desperate you’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t completely true.

His hands cradle your face and he kisses you tenderly. “I know, baby… I know,” he soothes. He pulls out and your disappointed groan gets muffled with another kiss. He sits up, quickly shedding the remaining clothes on both of your bodies, wasting no time getting his mouth on your tits. After he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on you and the moans you’ve given him in return, he pulls you up into his lap to straddle him. He buries his face in your chest once again, wrapping his arms around you and bending his knees a bit so that you’re completely surrounded by him.

You thread your fingers in his hair, holding him against you for as long as he’ll allow. He finally raises his head back up, pecking first your throat, then your lips. “Better?” He asks, rubbing your back.

You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, still slick from you; you glide your hand over his wet length, making sure your thumb dabs at the resulting precum you coax out. You tap your thumb along his bottom lip, leaving a trail of precum that you proceed to kiss off, tongue darting to find his, ensuring he gets a taste.

“Mmm,” he hums, licking his lips for more. He laughs, “Doesn’t answer my question though, baby.”

You grin, playfully flicking his shoulder. “Well let’s see then,” you smirk, lifting up and sinking down on his cock, moaning softly until you’ve totally engulfed him. You clench around him and he inhales sharply, hands flying to your hips, fingers digging in until your muscles relax. You look him in the eyes hungrily and sigh, “Much better.”

Ashton’s naughty chuckle turns into a needy groan as you start moving in his lap; you grab his neck and arch your back, letting his arms hold you as you work yourself over him. His hands wander from your back down to your ass and back up again, his mouth eager to pay attention to any skin it can reach. You circle your hips, something that always makes him crazy and sure enough, he’s muttering a strained “Goddammit, fuck, baby...” before you know it.

You slide a hand between your legs and tease your clit, the warmth you feel from being in his presence starting to blend with the warmth spreading through you from being on him. Not only does he fill you better than anyone ever has, no one’s ever made you feel so cared for, so safe to explore, so fulfilled physically and emotionally. You’re not sure how to put that into words when you’re this close to climax so you just kiss him and whimper, “So, so full, Ash. So good.”

He knows that sound means you’re almost there and when he feels you slow down, he holds onto your hips and helps you keep going, gently moving you up and down his cock. “Come on, baby,” he encourages, biting his lip to keep in control as he watches your tits bounce in front of his face. “Know it feels good… for me too… gonna squeeze me so tight, aren’t you, baby?”

“Fuck,” you whisper sharply, your orgasm approaching much faster than you anticipated. One hand on your clit, the other pulling at his hair, you start to lose it as he bounces you faster on his cock. “Yes, Ash… babe… oh god I’m ---”

Your orgasm hits you so fast you expect to scream but the first wave wrecks you so much, it knocks the breath from your lungs and you don’t find your voice until it’s almost over. Your pussy pulses and grips him with such intensity, it sends him over the edge as well and he throatily rushes out your name as he jerks against you, his cum spilling into you.

You tuck your head into his neck, hugging your arms around him, wanting to keep him close while you both come down. His arms stay wrapped at your waist, his fingers mindlessly stroking over your skin as he holds you tight.

“Such a perfect way to end this whole adventure, my love” he finally says, breathing still a little labored. “Thank you for doing all this, baby, I mean it.”

You lift your head and the soft smiles you exchange feel just as intimate as the experience you just shared. “I’m so glad you had a good time, Ash, you deserve it. More than anyone I know.” He grins proudly at you and you press a kiss to each of his dimples to emphasize your point. You sigh and lament, “We should probably get cleaned up and head back, babe. Gotta hit the road soon.”

You start to lift off of him but he grabs your hips, halting you. “Can we wait a minute?” He squeezes around your waist, letting his hands explore your skin. “I just… kinda wanna stay immersed in you like this until I actually can’t anymore.”

You pout at him, touched by how sweetly erotic his request is, how perfectly it captures the tone of this whole trip. You embrace him again, leaning in until your face is inches from his.

“Anything for you, birthday boy."

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#5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #ashton smut #5 seconds of summer smut #kindahoping4forever #smut #kh4f fic #to love him is to need him everywhere #i'd already had this title as an option & then the next day Ash spotify shared the song it's from lmao so I basically had to go with it #I am so glad not only to be posting again but that this fic is finally done lmao #i don't know how it got this ridiculously long (or sweet tbh) but I think I'm happy with how it turned out and hopefully you enjoy as well #please let me know lmao #it's a bit different for me (i think?) so feedback would be great!#and great news: i have one other (shorter don't worry lol) piece finished and ready to post so hopefully it won't be another month #and i'm making good headway on the other projects i've been hinting around so #exciting things are in store

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We’re Us

A little commishy for my bxtch @thinger-strang.

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This shit is SOFT

“Dustin, we all saw that fireball hit you,” Will said accusatorily, gesturing to the red bean bag on the ground at Dustin’s feet.

“Okay, first of all, you’re supposed to call a pause of play before using my real name,” Dustin said, all in one breath. “And second of all, the fireball only hit my lute, therefore I sustained no physical damage.” Dustin gestured to the cereal box that was taped to a jump rope, slung over his shoulder like it was a prized instrument.

“No, it didn’t. We all saw it hit your shoulder. You’d lose that arm at least, and take probably, like, fifty damage points.” Lucas pretended to aim a bow and arrow at Dustin while he spoke.

Dustin was getting dangerously close to huffy territory.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll take the stupid damage points. Can we resume play yet?”

Everyone nodded, and they fell right back into battle.

It wasn’t often they took the game off the DnD board, but the weather was perfect, summer beginning to make itself known a little earlier than usual, giving them April days that were clear and perfect and made for the best LARP sessions known to Indiana.

Will aimed a fireball at Max, and launched it right as she darted out of the way. It sailed past her, missing her left hand by less than an inch, and she laughed wildly, raising her pool noodle sword and aiming blow after blow at him.

The bean bag hit the fence and went spiraling awkwardly into the small alley between the house and the old wooden fence

It was Will’s last fireball, and he hurried to retrieve any he could reach, dodging as best as he could around Max’s wild sword-wielding.

She tended to wallop them as hard as she could, somehow knocking the wind out of them with her soft excuse for a sword.

Will scrambled to pick up his bean bag from the overgrown grass and curling weeds, catching his breath quickly in the alley where he couldn’t be seen.

And then a sound drew his attention away from the battle.

It was a soft sound. He wouldn’t have heard it if the rest of the party had been so quietly focused on battling one another less than twenty feet away.

But he did hear it, and his head whipped around to find the source of it.

Steve and Billy.

Against the house.

Kissing.

It was like time stood still.

Like Will had been hit by one of Mage El’s freezing bombs.

Steve had Billy pushed up against the side of the house, their bodies pressed flush together.

Steve was clearly propping up Billy with his body, Billy’s mobility cane, the one he had let them cover in stickers, was laying forgotten on the ground.

Billy’s arms were wrapped around Steve’s shoulders, his hands curled in the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt. Steve had his arms wrapped around Billy’s waist, half holding him close, half not letting him fall without his cane.

They were kissing like they were trying to devour one another, and Will realized that the sound he had heard was a moan.

It wasn’t like seeing Lucas and Max kiss, or Mike or El, or even Nancy and Jonathan.

Seeing Billy and Steve,

Will knew he shouldn’t be seeing them.

He knew this was wrong, and people said two boys kissing was foul and bad.

But this didn’t look anything but, well, loving.

The way Steve was making sure Billy didn’t fall while they kissed, the way sometimes they would pull back and smile, their faces never moving more than a few inches away from one another.

One of Billy’s rough hands left its place clawed in Steve’s t-shirt, reaching forward to brush one thumb clumsily down his cheek.

They pulled back from one another, smiling stupidly, still staring into each other’s eyes.

Billy brushed his thumb down Steve’s cheek again, and Steve moved like he was nuzzling into the touch, turning his head to the right, pressing a kiss to Billy’s rough, scarred palm.

It made Will feel like he was floating in space with nothing keeping him down.

Steve pressed a kiss to Billy’s cheek, then his nose, then his other cheek, and Billy’s cheeks flushed and he giggled, a sound that was so foreign to Billy Hargrove it almost made Will rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing the right person.

And Billy smiled, so calmly and easily.

It made his whole face change. He looked like a completely different person.

And Will realized, he’s never actually seen Billy smile like this.

The only times he’d come close, we tight tiny things that never reached his eyes and were dropped within a second or two.

This was a genuine smile, full of genuine happiness, and god -

They’re in love.

They’re two boys, and they’re standing right in front of Will and they’re in love.

They went back to kissing, moving their heads slowly side to side, their mouths opening and closing and Will was so aware of having never kissed anyone before.

“Will, seriously! I’ve been yelling for you-”

Mike stopped talking the second he rounded the house.

He was stalk still, his mouth hanging open like a dead fish at what he saw.

Will’s heart was thundering against his ribcage, and he tried to push Mike back towards the game, pleading quietly at him to move.

And then the rest of the group was joining them. Faces mirroring Mike’s dead fish expression as they stared, open-mouthed, at Steve and Billy.

Will had his back to them, but in the quiet, he could hear. He could hear the soft sounds and the moans, and even the giggles that made his face go hot and his stomach do a whole gymnastics routine inside of him.

Will was staring at each of his friends in turn, pleading with them to just turn right around, and continue on with play as nothing had ever interrupted their battle.

Like they haven’t just stumbled on a huge and dangerous secret.

He went as far as to push Lucas, gently shoving him backward saying go! Go! Under his breath.

The last thing he needed was for Steve and Billy to notice them here. To realize what they had seen. What they know.

And then-

“What the fuck?”

Billy and Steve broke apart, looking towards the entrance of the alley, and seeing all six of the party, staring at them.

Max had been the one to speak, and she was looking at Billy oddly, almost like she didn’t know who he was.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, her voice quavering slightly.

Billy looked like he wanted to ground to swallow him right up.

Steve scrambled for the forgotten cane, keeping one hand on Billy’s elbow as he crouched down.

The movement made Will’s stomach flop over.

It was practiced.

Once Billy was standing on his own with the cane, Steve approached the kids calmly, his hands raised up like they were all wild animals that might attack at any moment.

“Look, I know how this looks, and you guys can’t-”

“It looks like, you guys were making out .” Dustin’s tone was hollow, and he looked as struck dumb as the rest of them.

“I know, and I mean, yeah. We were, but you need to listen -”

“Steve.”

Steve whipped right around when he heard the murmur.

Billy was standing slumped over against the house, one scarred, shaking hand covering his face, the other clutched so tightly to his cane his knuckles were white.

“Bill, I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’re okay.” Steve rushed to Billy’s side, holding onto his elbow again, brushing his fingers softly through Billy’s short hair, winding his fingers through the wild curls that were just long enough to form. “I’ll deal with this. It’s okay. They’re not going to tell.” Steve glared at the kids when he said that, as if daring them to argue.

Billy kinda, fell forward, leaning against Steve once again, his face going into Steve’s neck.

Steve didn’t react, still brushing his fingers through sandy blond curls.

“You all know what could happen to us if people found out?”

Nobody answered him.

Truth is, they did know.

They knew the stories about young men being beaten nearly to death. Being run out of town or put in the hospital over nothing but a rumor.

Being gay wasn’t something that was tolerated in Hawkins.

Hell, Will himself has been pushed around and called queer as long as he could remember.

Even by his own father.

“We won’t tell anyone.” Will felt like how Billy looked. Like he was shaking apart right in front of them. “I promise. We won’t. Not anyone.” He could barely get the words out. It was like his jaw had locked up with the rest of his bones.

He thinks it would kill him if anything happened to Billy and Steve over this. They needed to keep them safe.

He needed to keep them safe.

“Yeah. I promise,” El parroted. Steve beamed at them.

Will knew El had been very confused the first time she heard about Ryan Anderson, the high school sophomore that had been humiliated and beaten so badly his family had to leave town six years ago.

She didn’t understand how a boy that liked to kiss other boys was something that merited violence.

Hopper had surprised them all by saying that it didn’t, but some people felt like it did.

Who you kiss doesn’t matter as much as who you are. If you’re a good person, it’s all just extra fodder. But some people like to they’re better than anyone that’s different than they are.

El had called those people bad and that was the end of it.

“Billy, I won’t tell.” Max didn’t take her eyes off Billy while she spoke. “I swear. I’ll never tell anyone. Not even mom.”

Billy’s hand flexed on the handle of the cane, and his knees gave a wobble. Steve kept him upright, leaning over to murmur into his ear.

Will could just barely make out the words I’ve got you.

“I promise, too.” Dustin’s cereal box/lute was forgotten on the grass at his feet. “The party protects each other. It’s one of our laws.”

“Yeah, we stick together. This isn’t different.” Max gave Lucas a watery smile when he spoke up in turn.

Mike was quiet.

It was well-known how much he disliked both Steve and Billy.

All of the kids had some trouble trusting Billy after everything that had happened last summer. Billy didn’t seem to blame them. He kept to himself, even when he moved from his cold room in the military hospital into the Byers’ spare bedroom seven months ago, he was like a ghost moving through the house.

Only Steve could make him come out of his shell in those early days. Only Steve could make Billy join them for dinner and movie nights, take slow walks around the yard with his walker, and later with his cane. Only Steve could make Billy’s shoulders relax from their defensive position up around his ears, and now, it was finally dawning on everyone why.

The kids mostly left him alone, only Max and El bridging the gap and actually speaking to him. Max had been determined to see Billy through his recovery, glaring at him and watching like a ginger hawk while he did his physical therapy, practicing his grip and moving buttons from one bowl to another.

El would sometimes talk to Billy in a hushed voice. She would get him on his own and hush words like Papa and Mama and bad and Billy would have to retreat to his bedroom for slowly decreasing amounts of time.

Nobody but Joyce and Hopper knew what she saw in Billy’s head. They were just informed that he wouldn't be returning home after his two-month stint in the military hospital. Max hard clenched her jaw and nodded jerkily and nobody dared ask any further questions.

He and Will traded a lot of good mornings and tended to generally avoid eye contact when they came across one another in the house.

But none of them hated him, they were just a little weary.

Mike, on the other hand, had some unexplained vendetta against both Billy and Steve and Will found himself willing Mike to be kind in this moment. To not see this as some power over them, or something.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Dustin’s right. We protect each other.”

Steve gave them a smile that was so dazzling and bright, it almost gave off its own light.

His eyes were shining and he gave a watery laugh.

“They really meant it when they said children are the future.”

“Who said?” El asked him.

“I don’t know, actually. Just people, I guess.” Steve shrugged, jostling Billy who was still nestled in his shoulder. “Look, seriously guys, thank you. I can’t even imagine how I would’ve felt if-nevermind.” He cut himself off quickly, shaking his head. “It just means a lot. To both of us.” Steve smiled at them one last time, this time much softer and thoughtful. “You’re good kids.”

Nobody said anything else. They didn’t know what to say to Steve.

“I came back here to get my fireballs. I, uh, I got ‘em.”

Everyone looked back at Will, and, almost like they were coming out of a trance, began picking their makeshift weapons back off the grass, and chattering idly as they went back to the yard in order to continue their battle.

Will lingered for a second, looking over his shoulder at Steve and Billy, who were still wound together.

They were talking softly, and Will was pleased to see Billy lift his head back up, still looking pale and nervous, but smiling at Steve.

He leaned back down and planted a kiss on Steve’s neck, right above the edge of his t-shirt.

Will felt his face go hot, and tugged himself away, going back to the game.

It wasn’t until well after dinner, when everyone else had gone home, that they spoke about it again.

Will. Will! Do you copy? Over.

The static rasping of Mike’s voice through the walkie-talkie was coming from under Will’s bed where he had stashed it.

He quickly turned down the volume dial on the side before answering.

“Yeah, Mike. I copy. Over.”

“We need to talk about today,” Mike said through the walkie. “I mean, did you have any idea? Over.”

“No. I didn’t,” Will said, truthfully. Finding out had made a lot of things clunk into place, but that doesn’t mean Will knew. “Over.”

“It’s just, neither of them seem the type. You know? Over.”

Something about that statement didn’t sit too right with Will.

Before he could respond another voice crackled through the channel.

“This is gold leader joining the conversation to let Mike know he’s being a dick. Over.”

Will laughed. Trust Dustin to listen in on the conversation and come forward to defend Steve.

“Lucas, do you copy, too? Over.” Will waited a moment after he asked.

“Yeah, I copy. I wanted to hear what you all were saying first. I don’t really know what to think about all this. Over.”

“I don’t think there’s much to think about. Steve seems happy. Billy too, I guess. Over,” said Dustin.

Will’s heart swelled with a pride he didn’t quite understand at Dustin’s words.

Outside in the hall, the phone rang.

Will heard his mom scramble to pick it up, calling softly down the hall for Billy, and the unmistakable thumping of Billy and his cane coming to take the call.

He heard his mom scrape a chair over for him and retreat to her room, giving him some privacy.

“It’s just scary, you know? Like, something really bad could happen to them if anyone else found out.” Will thought for a second. “You think anyone else knows? Over.”

“Robin. She was making comments to Steve a few days ago about his secret relationship and I kept asking him about it until he punched me in the arm. She knows. Over.”

“I’m just confused,” Mike sighed down the line. “Steve dated my sister for like, a year. And Billy is always disgusting and flirting with my mom. Or at least, he would do that. You know, before. Over.”

“Yeah, that’s just Billy being Billy,” Max chimed in.

“You have to say over when you’re finished. Over.”

“ Fine, dickheads. Over.”

“That makes sense, but Steve and Nancy doesn’t. Over.”

“Lucas, it doesn’t have to make sense. David Bowie says he likes guys and girls. Billy has, like, three different magazines where he says that. Over.”

“Max is right. We don’t have to understand any of this. They seem happy, and good together, and that doesn’t really concern us. Over.” Will was hoping he could speed through the rest of this conversation. He could hear Billy in the hall, shifting and murmuring something Will couldn’t make out but was dying to overhear.

He had a feeling he knew who was calling.

“But, now it does concern us. We know. And as we’ve previously established, the more people that know, the more danger they could be in. Over .” Dustin almost sounded as though he might cry.

“Then, we can’t talk about it. Not unless we know for a fact that we aren’t going to be overheard. And maybe we should give them codenames. Only call them something like Han and Leia when there’s a chance of someone listening in. Over.”

“I like Lucas’s codename idea, but I’d rather die than call them Han and Leia. Over.”

“Okay, Mike, it was the first thing that came into my head! What, you think you have a better idea? Over.”

“I don’t know. Harold and Maude? Over.”

“That’s stupid, Mike. Clearly, they’re Bert and Ernie. Over.”

Will snorted at Max’s suggestion. He heard Billy coughing wildly in the hall. He listened carefully to him until it died down and he knew it wasn’t a bad one.

“I think we’ve come to an agreement. If we need further discussion, codenames: Bert and Ernie. Okay, my mom wants me to spend time with her tonight. So this is gold leader, signing off. Over and out.”

“I’m going too. Over and out,” Mike said.

“Over and out,” said El, not surprising any of them that she was listening in. She did that a lot. Simply listen to her own walkie, and when asked why she didn’t say anything would shrug and go nothing to add. They only asked that she sign off so that they knew she got whatever information they had discussed.

Everyone followed with their own sign-offs, and Will twisted the top knob on his walkie, shutting it off.

There was a moment of silence out in the hall, and then three beats on Will’s door.

He found Billy on the other side, slumped in the chair under the phone, his cheeks going red.

“Can’t get up,” he grunted. “Can’t reach the hook.”

Will didn’t say anything, nodding quickly and avoiding eye contact as he took the phone, placing it carefully back on the hook.

Billy got stuck in chairs fairly often.

His core muscles had been slashed up worse than anything else, and sometimes he just needed a good pull up.

Will took hold of his wrist, leaning his body weight backward to yank Billy to standing.

Billy kept his weight heavily on his cane, patting Will once on the upper arm in thanks.

“You guys know Steve has one of your little walkie-talkies, right?”

“ What ?”

Will genuinely didn’t know that.

“Dustin gave him one. I don’t know when, but he’s got it.”

“So, uh, so he heard. Everything.”

“And relayed it all to me through an embarrassing amount of tears, by the sounds of it.”

But Will could see that Billy’s eyes were brighter than usual in the dark, and suddenly Will remembered that there had been a wet spot on Billy’s sleeve.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I mean, well, you’re good kids. All of you.” Billy patted him on the shoulder again. “I was shitting myself out there when you found us. Thought for sure one a’ yous would go squealing.”

“Maybe we would’ve. Before.”

“Never thought I’d be grateful for nearly being turned inside-out.”

“And I never thought I’d be grateful for being found dead in the water, but here we are.”

“Yeah, shit’s pretty weird if you stop and think about it for a few minutes. Near-death experiences really put your sexuality in perspective.”

“Is that why you two started dating? Perspective?”

Billy huffed a breath, looking up towards the ceiling. He coughed twice, and Will could pretty much hear his lungs rattle and crackle.

“Yeah. ‘S why we started dating. Both of us kinda realized there’s no sense in feeling like shit about the things that can actually make you feel not like shit.”

“So, you’re in love? Both of you?”

Billy’s cheeks were flooded with color, the deep red spreading all the way back to the tips of his ears.

“I think so. We’re both a little too fucked in the head to say it, but,” he shrugged lamely, not bothering to finish his thought, and looking anywhere but at Will.

He gets it, though.

Fucked up parents make for fucked up kids.

Will considered himself the luckiest person on Earth, and any kinda parallel universe, that he had his mom to stop, and later heal, all the damage his dad had caused.

“Well, I’m glad that you have it. Both of you. I mean, we saw you guys. And after everything, it's good that you’re happy.” And Will meant it.

Even before last summer, he had never seen Billy look the way he did when he was kissing Steve. Look that calm, and relaxed, and that goddamn happy. It really meant something.

Especially to Will.

Because he had never thought of someone looking that happy when they kissed someone else.

He had never thought of a boy looking that happy when he kissed another boy.

Billy surveyed Will for a moment, still leaning heavily on his cane in the hallway.

Will had the suspicion that Billy could see right through him.

“He came to visit me a lot when I was in the hospital. Steve, I mean. I don’t know why he did. It’s not like we were friends or anything. But one of those days, when I was barely awake he started talking about everything that happened those couple days.” Billy shifted closer to the wall, bracing himself with one hand as he lowered himself back into the chair. “The Russians. I don’t know what he’s told you kids, but it wasn’t pretty.”

“He hasn’t said anything. I mean, we all saw how he looked after, so we figured maybe he got in a fight.”

Billy chewed on his bottom lip.

“Look, you gotta swear not to tell any of the others this, but, uh, it was a bit more than a fight.”

Billy was giving him a meaningful look and something churned around in Will’s stomach.

“Torture?”

Billy gave a tiny, shaky nod.

“He started talking about it. Said after that, he started thinkin’ about shit different. Said he thought he was gonna die down there and that nothing would change without him. It was heavy, and I was mostly feeling the same way, and I think that’s why he told me. Knew that I could get it. After that he kept visiting, and I noticed that I didn’t hurt as much when he was there. Or maybe I did, but having him there, squinting at the t.v. ‘cause he can’t see worth a’ shit, or making some stupid comment about a nurse on the floor just made it easier. He makes a lotta shit easier.”

“I think that’s what it should be like. I don’t think love should make things harder.” Will thought of his mom and dad, and how different she acted with Hopper.

Like she didn’t hurt as much when he was there.

“It was hard in the beginning. I mean, before we got together. I thought that he didn’t feel the same way, you know? That I was just being an idiot, feeling like that for my best friend. But then he told me. He’s always been a lot braver than people give him credit for. Anyway, he told me, and it should’ve been fucking terrifying. And I was scared of people finding out. Still am, but it’s like, even if we get run outta town, and everyone we care about turns against us, it’ll be fine because we’re not just me an’ him, we’re us .”

Billy blinked quickly, almost as if he was surprised by his own words.

They clanged around in Will’s head.

We’re not just me an’ him, we’re us.

“You don’t have to be scared, though. I mean, of people finding out. Of turning against you both. We won’t let that happen. Not about something like this.”

Billy gave him a weak smile.

“I guess it makes sense. I mean, you all took me in after killing half the town. Tracks that you wouldn’t throw me out for. Being gay.”

“There are worse things to be than gay.”

“Psycho killer not one of them?”

Will gave Billy as unimpressed of a stare as he could muster.

“That wasn’t you. You forget, I know what it was like to have him controlling me. I know what it’s like to not do anything to stop him, even when you are fighting with everything you’ve got. I nearly killed my mom. I even might have, if I’d been stronger. You fought against him, and in the end, you won. I never could’ve done that.”

Billy just stared at the wall slightly above Will’s left shoulder.

“I killed people, too. When he had me. Led a whole group of people right into a trap. And it still scares me what he did. But I know that it wasn’t me that did it. It wasn’t you that did any of that, Billy.”

“I tell myself that. Hell, Steve tells me that about every five minutes. Just hard to watch yourself doing that awful shit and not be able to tell your body to knock it off.”

Will didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t.

Billy was right. It was a nightmare watching yourself hurt people around you, feeling like you were in the backseat, screaming at yourself to stop.

But Billy had done what Will couldn’t’ve.

Right at that last moment, he stood up to the thing controlling his every move.

Stood up to that horrific flesh monster, adn died rather than let it kill El.

El, who he didn’t even know.

And then Billy’s bedroom door down the hall opened slowly, and Steve poked his head into the hall, swearing under his breath when he saw someone in the hall with Billy and trying to duck out of sight, knocking the back of his head into the doorframe and swearing again.

Billy laughed, a low wheezy laugh that ended in a short coughing fit.

“Real fuckin’ subtle, Harrington,” he choked out.

The door opened once more and Steve stepped out into the hallway, trying to look casual.

“I didn’t realize it was you there, Will. How’s it goin’?”

Billy laughed again, and gestured for Steve to come and help him stand up.

Steve did so quickly, smiling warmly at Billy when he had righted him on his feet, and keeping hold of Billy’s arm.

“Why are you sneakin’ in my window like some kinda perv?”

“Because I wanted to talk. I have a lot of emotions today.” Steve turned to address Will. “You kids are gonna be the death of me. And I mean that in the nicest way I possibly can.”

“Yeah, well. You guys are family.” Will shrugged, feeling very awkward when both Steve and Billy. Looked as though their eyes were overbright. Will panicked, trying to think of an exit strategy before he saw either of them cry.

He had seen them both in too many intimate moments today.

“Um, I’m pretty tired, so I think I’m gonna go to bed. Let me know if you need, uh, help tomorrow. You know, heading of my mom or anything.”

Will turned on his heel and slipped back into his own bedroom.

“Alright, Bert. It’s been a long day and I’m gonna need some help getting into bed. My legs have gone totally stiff.”

“Oh, in no way am I Bert! I’m totally Ernie. You’re Bert. Think about it: you’re surly, and rude, and-”

“Gonna dump you if you don’t shut up and help me go to bed.”

“Spoken like a true Bert.”

#the big schmoop #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #i thinkg this was for #harringrove for palestine #but i really can't remember #idk merlin donated some money somehweere and i wrote this 💕

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shouldprobablybereading · 3 years ago

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If stormlight had a weed cookie episode

So what would happen if someone accidentally brought weed cookies to a meeting for the knights radiants?

Kaladin: really can’t see him being to fun or that he would eat from a cookie jar at the table. Given how he gets when drunk I’d imagine he’d just get tired and slightly less grumpy, probably the one who would realize the issue and have to deal with everyone

Shallan: living her best life, cracking jokes with lopen. Took another one after they realized

Navani: starts going trough her notes thinking she’s made some major discovery (she hasn’t) has a maggie moment where she panics over losing her pen

Lift: ate half of the cookies but would thankfully not be affected due to her awesomeness

Dalinar: probably has enough experience being drunk at meetings to have a really good pokerface. Everyone assumes he didn’t eat any until he starts giggling at shallans jokes

Jasnah: probably a similar reaction to bailey in being annoyed, would probably also react badly to learning she was essentially drugged. Sits and rants next no navani

Szeth: stares at the painting on the wall without moving

Adolin: he’s calm and didn’t eat much before they realized, teams up with kaladin and lift in trying to make sure everyone stays in the room. Looking after other people are kind of his thing

Skar and Drehy are just snacking on anything they can find chilling in the back of the room with renarin who keeps pining for rlain

The spren are very confused and pattern is just “mmmmm fascinating”

It’s too bad there are so few mothers because the line “vaginas are terrific the way they are, honestly. I love em, you know. I came from one, so… this one, hers, actually. Hey ma” is excellent

Could see adolin saying something like that…..

Let’s pretend they are out of stormlight to explain why they aren’t just burning it off (now I’m just imagining adolin and kaladin trying to convince dalinar to open the perpendicularity, but he’s just clapping his hands over and over)

#this is mostly based on how the characters act in the original episode #so if it’s unrealistic it’s for comedy #cosmere #stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #cfsbf #somehow I can’t imagine adolin being significantly affected by anything #even alcohol I just imagine him as the type of person who enjoys a class od something stronger but also knows his limits #and stays at a comfortable level of tipsyness #wow he really is the most well adjusted around #glass of*#context:#the doctors of greys anatomy accidentally ate weed cookies during a conference #great episode #the only part I recommend watching

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doubleleoenergy · 4 years ago

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v. Blinding Lights, The Princess and the Pogue Series

I've been on my own for long enough. Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of drug use, mentions of addiction, mentions of suicide, mentions of drinking, swearing

Summary: The events from the weekend bring JJ and y/n closer.

Words: 1820

Notes: I apologize for this coming out this morning, I fell asleep on my laptop last night editing so...here it is!

The first rays of morning light hit JJ’s window, sending beams across the room and onto his face. He groaned instinctively, covering his head with a pillow, a slight headache from the night before lingering and making him groggy.

He was aware of his actions from the night before, and did he regret them? Absolutely. He knew he fucked up with Y/N, bad, but he also couldn’t help it. He had never been in a long-term relationship before, he’d never let things get farther than a casual hookup before with anyone. Ad he had never actually liked a woman long enough to see potential with her, not until he had met y/n. Well, not that they did or did not have potential, that was all up to the game of life. And an apology would be necessary if they were to move forward with even a friendship at that point.

JJ rolled out of bed and onto his feet, his door creaking as he opened it up and peaked around the hallway. John B’s door was completely open, with him and Sarah nowhere in sight. That was probably for the best, he knew if they were there, he would just feel too prideful to apologize.

Stepping out into the hallway, he walked out and into the living room, finding y/n sound asleep on the couch still. The sun shined through the windows, covering her body in a warm beacon of light. She looked angelic, and she was. Y/N was everything JJ felt he didn’t deserve in a woman, and he still had no idea why she even hung out with a Pogue like him.

He leaned back against the wall, admiring the way her body was curled up, her lips slightly parted and her tangled hair framing her face. She was still dressed in her clothes from the night before, having passed out on the couch soon after they’d arrived at the Château. JJ kept his gaze on her for a few more minutes until her eyes fluttered open, blinking away the sunlight and rolling onto her back.

It took her a moment to realize JJ standing there, the hurt from the night before resurfacing as she covered her eyelids with the cool palms of her hands. “Take a picture, JJ, it’ll last longer.” She commented. JJ finally removing himself from the wall where he was leaning, moving over to take a seat to her left beside her on the couch. She immediately rolled onto her right side, facing away from him.

“C’mon, princess, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He teased, resting his head against the back of the couch. She groaned at the nickname, pulling the blanket over her head.

“Actually, I can. You can fuck right off, JJ Maybank.”

Her tone made JJ frown, not realizing just how badly he had screwed up the night prior. “Look, I know you’re upset, but at least let me explain.”

Y/N sat up with her back towards him, looking around on the floor until she found the backpack she had stuffed with her clothes and toothbrush, picking it up and ignoring him as she headed to the bathroom. JJ was hot on her heels, only stopping when the door shut in his face.

“Y/N, please.” He pleaded, leaning his head against the door as he spoke. Y/N rid herself of the clothes from the night before, tossing them into her bag before slipping on the tank top, jeans, and cardigan she had packed for the day.

“You can’t just ignore me forever. At least let me apologize.” JJ sighed, hearing the water running in the sink on the other side of the door. “I’m fucking sorry, okay? I just got caught up with drinking and the weed and dancing with you and I didn’t know what to do. I thought you wanted me to kiss you, I figured that was why you were dragging me out where no one could see us.”

Y/N abruptly opened the bathroom door, causing JJ to stumble forward, catching himself on the doorframe before he could fall. She passed by him as he caught himself, pulling her hair up into a bun on the top of her head. “You think I’m upset because you kissed me? I was going to kiss you, dumbass.” She admitted, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat back down on the couch.

“Well then, what’s the problem?” He questioned, walking down the hallway and stopping at the end, afraid that if he sat beside her, she’d just get up and walk away again.

“The problem is that you kissed me and then acted like it didn’t happen when we caught up with John B and Sarah.” JJ recalled the events of the night, remembering how he pulled away from her to walk back to where John B and Sarah were standing. He remembered making a joke to John B as to why they were in the woods, lying to him about the fact that they were kissing.

“Well, shit, I don’t know, y/n. I just…I panicked, okay? We have this rule: no Pogue on Pogue macking. You’re part of the Pogues now and I…” JJ sighed, running his hands through his blonde locks. “I don’t know how any of this works. Whenever I’m into a girl it’s just based on hooking up with her. It’s never anything serious. I have a fucked up way of thinking, alright? Is that what you want to hear?”

Y/N looked up at him sadly, meeting his gaze before she reluctantly motioned for him to sit on the cushion beside her on the couch. JJ followed her motions, sitting beside her and leaving some space between them. They sat in silence for a minute before JJ continued.

“Look, my mom left my dad and I when I was young, and my dad blamed me my whole life for it. He was addicted to drugs and used to beat the shit outta me whenever he felt like it. I never grew up understanding a healthy relationship, or sharing feelings, or really any of that shit.” He looked down at his hands, opening and closing them as he spoke. “I’m sorry, I wanted to kiss you, I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re the fucking best, y/n; you’re smart, funny, and incredibly beautiful. And for some reason you like hanging out with a fuck up like me.”

Y/N shifted to look over at him, a small smile on her face as he talked about her. “You’re right, I am pretty great.” She teased, easing the tension and making them both laugh. “You’re not a fuck-up, you know that, right? You can’t control what happened with your mom and dad. I was so young when my dad killed himself, but when I grew up and watched my mom drinking, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my fault. The truth is you can’t blame yourself for the way others react to situations. Life is shit, I mean, we don’t even make it out alive after all the bullshit we go through. It’s not worth spending your whole life blaming yourself for the actions of others.”

Her words are comforting, soothing JJ down to his core. She made him feel less messed up, like he could be someone better, like he deserved better than the shitty cards he was dealt in life. JJ’s eyes flicker to her lips, leaning closer and closing his eyes before the moment is interrupted by the sound of a car horn honking outside.

“Shit.” Y/N cursed, pulling away from the intimate moment they were having and standing up off the couch. She pulled her backpack to her shoulder, looking out the window at the familiar Dodge Durango. “That’s Bailey, I texted her for a ride home when I was in the bathroom.”

JJ tried not to look flustered, scrambling to his feet and running a hand through his hair again. “I’ll walk you out.” Y/N opened the door, walking out onto the screened in porch before stepping outside while JJ walked silently beside her. She watched her sister’s expression as she looked between the two, raising an eyebrow as she smiled mischievously at y/n.

“You must be JJ.” Bailey noted, rolling her window down and resting her arm on the open space.

“Yeah, it’s uh-it’s nice to meet you.” JJ held out his hand for Bailey to shake, receiving a firm handshake from the woman, glancing back to where y/n stood.

“It’s nice to meet you finally, y/n won’t shut up about you.” Y/N’s cheeks flushed a bright red, her eyes widening as she wordlessly pleaded with her sister to shut up.

“B, don’t we have that place to go?” Y/N questioned, hinting at her sister to play along with her lie after having just embarrassed her.

“Right...yeah, get in kid. It was nice to meet you, JJ. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of you.” Bailey watched as y/n walked to the passenger door of the Durango and opened it, Y/N lingering in the doorway. JJ followed her, holding onto the top of the door frame.

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?” She asked, biting her lip as she looked up into JJ’s blue hues..

“Yeah, sounds good. It was nice meeting you, Bailey.” He gave them both a salute before heading back into the Château, y/n hopping into the passenger seat of the Durango and shutting the door behind herself.

Bailey backed out onto the road, a sinful smile on her lips. “I can see why you like him; he’s tall, muscular, and those eyes are like staring into the damn ocean.” Bailey hissed when y/n smacked her arm as she drove, y/n letting out a huff of breath as she stared over at her older sister.

“You just had to embarrass me, huh?”

Bailey shrugged, stopping at a stop sign on the road before making a left in the direction of their home. “Mom would’ve done the same if she was here, you know that. Like she did for that boy who took you to your eighth-grade formal.” Y/N smiled at the fond memory of her mother, one of the better memories before her mother’s drinking had gotten worse.

“...Yeah, mom definitely embarrassed me much more than you just had. And that was before I even thought about kissing boys.” Y/N agreed, biting down on her bottom lip and looking out the window. She still didn’t know how JJ felt, he had been leaning in for a kiss, but what was to say he wasn’t going to pull away again or shrug it off as an ‘in the moment’ gesture. Her thoughts are clouded with the what-ifs of her and JJ’s relationship as they drove home, the lingering sounds of the radio playing softly in the background as she replayed the past hour repeatedly in her head.

Tagging those who may be interested. Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged/untagged: @midnightf, @serendipityrogers, @fuckandfluff, @eireduchess, @calisamcro��, @moniamaybank, @astrydis, @sokovianheadtilt, @blackwiddows, @matbarzalschain, @bigassnocash, @sspidermanss

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magnoliabloomfield · 4 years ago

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Gally Imagine 7

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six

The days had been getting hotter and I wasn’t fairing too well. One day I stood up from weeding the carrot patch and my vision went white, then I woke up in the infirmary. I had a cool, damp cloth on my forehead and along the insides of my arms to help with the heat.

Behind the fussing pair of med-jacks, Clint and Jeff, I saw Gally in the background looking worried. I was transferred from the track-ho team to the med-jack team to keep me in the shade and off my feet, so it was from the surprisingly gossipy pair I worked with that I found out what had happened.

Apparently before I’d even hit the ground, Gally had taken off at a run for me, that’s why he was the one to carry me to the infirmary than either Newt or Zart. That had set my stupid little heart all a-flutter.

That fluttering got quite frustrated after a while however. I think Clint and Jeff were on some pretty strict instructions to basically baby the hell out of me and keep me from actually doing much of anything. I was stuck inside for days learning my new job, memorizing where everything was in case of an emergency and what to do for the most common injuries and hearing about the strangest ones they’d had before too. But all that meant I wasn’t out there where I could see Gally.

Newt had come by once to see how I was doing, but since I’d be relegated to the med-jacks I hadn’t seen Gally except for at meals. He seemed really dejected lately, even downright moody at times and I wondered what was going on, of course worrying that it was my fault somehow. I got my answer the day he almost died.

Well, that’s a bit dramatic, but honestly when I heard how close it could have been it really scared me.

I had made myself comfy on one of the cots and was reading the notes Clint and Jeff had made on treatments and signs of infection and what not because I was honestly bored out of my mind, but still wanted to be good at my new assignment. That’s when Gally came in.

“Gally!” I jumped up, forgetting all about playing anything cool and letting him see just how happy I was to see him. But then I saw why he was there. “Gally!” I yelled in a completely different tone as I saw the bloody tear in his shirt. “Oh my God! Come here, sit down,” I took his wrist and led him to one of the cots. “What happened?” I asked him as I zipped around collecting the things I needed to help him.

He gave a heavy sigh. “The Greenie was goofing off and the axe head went flying off the handle.”

He saw me bolt straight up, dropping some items from my over flowing hands, and added “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.” he assured me. “I got really lucky.”

“Oh my God,” I repeated as I regathered my things, feeling shaky at the thought that Gally could have been seriously injured if it had hit him in the head or something, the very thought making my chest feel tight.

When I finally had everything piled in my arms and turned to take it over to him he was slipping his shirt off. He grabbed the back of his collar with his good arm and just yanked it off. My brain was overloaded. I was still upset about the accident that could have hurt Gally badly, worried about the injury he did get, I was now confronted with him shirtless and also miffed at him for just stripping in front of me like it was no big deal.

“Wow, ok,” I said as I came over and set everything down.

“What? It had to come off anyway,” he raised a brow at me while shrugging with his good shoulder.

“I can’t bend over, but I’m glad you feel safe enough to just strip in front of me. Honestly though, you should really change how you do things, you never know how the girl will react,” I teased him.

He didn’t give me much of a reaction but I chocked it up to him being hurt and went about things. I soaked a cloth with watered down peroxide to clean up the blood and get a better look at the injury. I tried to be extra gentle, if I was honest it was the most careful I’d been with anyone. Gally kept his head down avoiding my gaze. After it was cleaned up I gently checked to see how deep the gash was that went from shoulder to chest at a diagonal.

“Are you ok?” I asked him, noting how he was giving off some major depressed vibes.

“Really?” He glanced at me and I saw his rose colored cheeks before he turned away again. “I’m in the infirmary with a big cut.”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean aside from the physical injury, are YOU ok?”

There was a pause as I got the iodine and dabbed it gently on the cut.

“Yeah,” he finally answered, quieter and not as sure as he usually sounded.

I prepared two special bandaids, securing them on opposite sides of the cut before using them to pull the skin closer together. It was second best to stitches and he really didn’t need stitches, thank god, I could not bring myself to sew up his soft, freckled skin. I was so focused on doing a good job, making sure it would hold up well enough to heal nicely and not get infected, I was startled when he spoke up.

“So, you don’t like being called Princess?” he asked, still not looking at me.

“What?” I blurted in confusion. “The heck makes you think that?”

“I heard you were trying to stop boys from calling you that,” he replied, bowing his head even further. I felt like I’d just kicked a puppy.

“Oh, that- yeah-well,” I stumbled on my words before deciding to just come clean. “I just like it when you call me that, it doesn’t sound the same coming from the others.”

I felt like I’d just given so much away with that but he didn’t even acknowledge me. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to cheer him up and get the old Gally to come back. It was easier to talk when I was busy with my hands and didn’t have to try and hold eye contact or anything, so I kept going even after that as I secured the last few bandages.

“I wish it was under better circumstances, but I’m glad I got to see you. I’ve been cooped up in here so long, I was starting to miss you,” I dared to say just to see how it would go over, I needed some kind of reaction.

“You shouldn’t say those kinds of things to the boys,” He stiffened up but still didn’t look at me.

“I’m not saying it to the boys,” I stated clearly and waited for him to look at me before I went on. “I’m saying it to you.”

His face seemed to crumple and he shook his head. “Don’t do that. Not to me,” he said as if he were disgusted, but I could tell there was an underlying pain there. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I-I’m not teasing, Gally,” I was taken aback. “I mean it sincerely, I wasn’t trying to tease you.”

He still shook his head. “I know what you’re saying about me, what you think about me-”

“Whoah, wait a second,” I interrupted, feeling upset now, not exactly at Gally but at whatever or whoever was causing some kind of misunderstanding between us. “What exactly am I supposed to be saying and thinking, and who the heck is telling it to you, and why the heck are you believing them? I think the only one who can speak for me is me.”

Gally seemed ashamed now, his ears red. The way he fiddled with his shirt in his hands and hunched over not looking up at me finally made me realize he was feeling insecure.

“Why would you miss me out of everyone?” He made it sound like a rhetorical question meant to put himself down.

I knelt in front of him. “Because you’re my friend. Because I like spending time with you the most. Because you’re funny. Because it feels like I know what you’re thinking just from the look you give me and no one else around here gets me like that. I like you, Gally. And you should take my word for it and stop listening to anyone who tells you otherwise.”

He still didn’t look at me. I saw his jaw clench though. I sighed and got back to putting his bandages on. “How’s that feel?” I asked as I gently ran my fingers over either side to make sure the bandaids had adhered properly.

I felt him take in a shuddery breath. “It’s fine.”

He went to put his shirt back on but I gently stayed his hand. “Leave that with me, I’ll have it cleaned up and mended for you by tomorrow when you come back to have your bandages changed.” I knew he valued useful acts of service the way I valued spending time with him.

He looked from my hand to my face and then gave a little nod, handing it over to me. He stood up and I tried not to stare at his very nice builder’s physique.

“I’m sorry you got hurt, but I’m really glad nothing worse happened to you, that you weren’t hurt more,” I said to him, trying to sound more serious and sincere, less cheery uppy than before.

He took a good look at me for the first time. “Me too.”

We both knew we were talking about more than just a cut.

Part eight

@poulterholland @anniemylennox @generallampdreamweasel

#will poulter #Will Poulter protection squad #Gally #tmr #the maze runner #maze runner #tmr Gally imagine #tmr gally #gally imagine

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roomeight · 5 years ago

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what are some of the most cursed things you've seen happen in the fandom in all those years of being a blur fan? can you list? (also feel free to mention some of the most wholesome things that happened too, if you wish). i became a stan this year and saw some drama but god you've lived through and saw so much sdjhsdkjsd

The most cursed things I've seen/heard:

A very intense fan once gave Damon a stuffed teddy bear with a camera inside of it. Thankfully, someone informed Graham and they were able to get rid of it.

A girl pretended/gaslit a bunch of fans into thinking that she was Damon's girlfriend/baby momma. They had about two years of tumblr posts pretending to be Damon and herself talking to each other and a very detailed timeline of events that mostly matched up to Blur's timeline. She said that her and Damon had an unplanned child in the nineties who was killed in a car accident. They didn't speak for years and then Damon found out about the kid, started seeing her again, was no longer in a relationship with Suzi, and had a very sexual daddy/daughter sex relationship that involved Missy hearing her call Damon daddy while they were fucking. On further investigation I found out that they were a pathological liar who said that they slept with many band members. ...Yeah.

During Humanz some very young fan tweeted that she'd given Damon a blow job after a show. She later deleted her account after a lot of backlash and angry fans coming after her.

Graham sometimes checks the twitter profiles of people who tweet at him.

Someone once insinuated that they'd fuck themselves with a Graham Coxon action figure (el Coxo) and Graham saw the tweet.

After one of the TGTBTQ shows in London I went to, apparently there was a second huge after-party at Damon's house. Jamie got so drunk that Denholm had to drag him home.

Graham shat himself and his jumper once when he and Damon were really drunk on Damon's dad's wine.

Damon once woke up to a random Russian girl in his bed and they had sex.

Damon and Alex once made out so much that Damon had to subsequently get a blow job from someone because he was so turned on by it.

Graham, drunk, once broke all the windows on the tour bus when they were touring America.

Damon had sex with so many women in Iceland that it became a local joke that he had illegitimate children with a bunch of Icelandic women.

Wholesome things

Damon saw my Graham Coxon tattoo on my arm during Kids with Guns in L.A. in 2018. He came over to my side of stage and climbed up exactly where I was (I had to hold him up with Smoggy so he wouldn't fall). He saw my tatt and grinned big and then gave me a fist bump as he climbed down. 🥰

On the Humanz tour I saw a fan who told Damon that his music had saved her life and he looked really moved and gave her a huge bear hug. She was crying. It made me cry too, lol.

At one of Graham's shows a male fan told Graham he loved him. It was very cute and wholesome. He was a nice guy.

I saw Keith and Hazel Albarn in London and Damon walks exactly like his dad. Also his parents are adorable.

At Coachella in 2010 I was in the front row for Gorillaz. Jamie passed by and I yelled his name. He seemed surprised that someone recognized him and came over grinning and talked to us for a bit.

At a Gorillaz show at Red Rocks, Damon came out wearing a South American pouch with a rock in it. He said "I'm wearing my special rock inside a big rock." It was cheesy af and I loved him.

At the same show there was a huge sign that said no smoking weed. During soundcheck Damon stood next to the sign smoking a huge blunt and giggling because he was very high.

After a show in Seattle, a bunch of fans waited hours outside for Damon. Damon finally came through in a car and stopped to do autographs and pics with some of the 2D cosplayers. He was very tired, I could tell, but he stopped anyway to say hello to the fans. That meant a lot to me.

Someone once asked Damon about Gramon slash and asked how he felt about it. They explained it's about you and Graham having sex. Damon replied "that sounds hot" and "it's great if people are being creative."

Damon and Graham were once asked about Gramon I think? And Graham went off about how one night when they were teenagers Damon snuck into Graham's room and had a "mental block."

Damon feeds the faeries at his Iceland home to keep them happy and owns what he believes to be is a unicorn horn.

Damon was always mistaken for a little girl when he was a child.

As a teenager, Damon would dress up like Adam Ant and look at himself in the mirror.

Damon stopped going to acting school and transferred to Goldsmiths because he missed Graham.

Damon once dropped his trousers on stage and crawled off when people reacted badly to his bits.

Damon once had to dress up and live as a woman for a few weeks as a class assignment, which included dressing in women's clothing and walking around London.

..that's all I can think of for now ...I'm sure there's more!

#blur #damon albarn #graham coxon

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ibijau · 5 years ago

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“Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right.” said by Jiang Cheng! Hm, could you make this mingcheng???

This one got away from me so it’s a tiny bit longer than the usual, oops?

The problem was that strictly speaking, it wasn’t a garden. It was just a patch of dirt on the side of a long abandoned construction project that had never been completed due to lack of funds, or embezzlement, or some other bullshit that Jiang Cheng had never cared enough about to try and find out.

It wasn’t a garden.

But Jiang Cheng had been planting flowers there, out of sheer boredom, because he lived right next door and missed the greeneries of his parents’ house. Their garden had always been gorgeous, perfectly maintained by his mother, an absolute work of art. It was the only place she seemed happy. It was the only thing Jiang Cheng missed about his old life. Those quiet moments when his mother, in a fit of good mood, took him around her garden, her one true love, and explained to him about the plants and how to best care for them. People in their circle would sometimes joke that Zu Ziyuan loved her garden more than her family.

Jiang Cheng had never found it funny. Perhaps because he knew what it was like to envy mulberry leaves for the tenderness with which Yu Ziyuan would remove caterpillars from them, when she could hardly be near her son without pushing him around.

For a while, Jiang Cheng had hated gardens. That wasn’t the whole reason why he’d moved to the city, but it had probably impacted his choice anyway. He’d wanted to get as far away from his parents’ life as he could.

But in the end, something must have run in his blood. After months of walking by that abandoned patch of dirt, Jiang Cheng had given in one day. He’d bought some bulbs and seeds, a beginner’s guide to gardening, and set out to work.

It had surprised him when flowers actually started growing. Jiang Cheng was used to failure, and his mother used to tell him he had no skill for gardening. No skill for anything really, but gardening in particular seemed to piss her off.

But there were some wallflowers and geraniums to prove she’d been wrong about this.

About other things too, perhaps. For the time being, Jiang Cheng just clung to the gardening thing.

The entire first week after the flowers started growing, Jiang Cheng expected that whoever owned the plot of land would come to pour bleach on them. It was private property after all. But the plot appeared to be fully abandoned, and that meant Jiang Cheng was free to do as he pleased.

He got more flowers, making sure to pick varieties that were good for bees, because that would make his sister happy, if he ever got around to calling her. He also planted tomatoes, and after hesitation a few courgettes, because those grew like weeds and it wouldn’t matter if someone stole a few, or even all of them. It was the sort of things that’d make his brother happy, except he talked to him even less than to his sister, so Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure why that mattered.

What mattered was that the garden made him happy in a way he hadn’t been in a while. It gave him something to care about. To care for. Something to check on in the morning as he headed out to work, a place to spend a little time when he came home. It encouraged some of the neighbours to chat with him, when up until then they’d apparently half wondered if he was a serial killer with his constant angry face. The little old lady next door asked if she could borrow some of the vegetables growing, and gave him half the dish she made using them.

It felt like a homecooked meal, in a way the family gatherings he still occasionally attended never did.

“You should try planting daylilies,” she suggested. “Pretty and delicious, it’d be a win. My grandmother used to prepare them for us, I’m sure I can remember how to do it too.”

Jiang Cheng did as she asked, and sweet old madam Wen delivered on her promise when the flowers were ready. She invited Jiang Cheng to have lunch with him one Sunday, when her nephew and niece were there. It should have been awkward, but madam Wen was a cheerful old lady that managed to get all three of them chatting as if they’d always known each other.

Better than if they’d always known each other, in Jiang Cheng’s case.

He ended up trading phone numbers with both siblings. Not because he felt like flirting with either, as their aunt so clearly hoped for, but so he knew who to contact if something happened to the old lady. Wen Qing wasn’t very chatty, except to complain about their roommate from hell, but Wen Ning often asked for photos of the garden, and in exchange sent Jiang Cheng pictures of the dogs he got to see at the veterinary clinic where he worked.

For the first time in years, Jiang Cheng felt that things weren’t so bad.

So when one evening after work he dropped by his garden and saw a stranger in an expensive thought pacing by his courgettes, Jiang Cheng felt a familiar dread. If this was the plot’s owner, if he had come to ruin things…

Jiang Cheng rushed ahead, ready to plead his case.

Then stopped after a few steps when the man turned his way. He was handsome. Very handsome. The sort of handsome that belonged on the pages of a magazine, not in the middle of Jiang Cheng’s shitty illegal garden.

The man was also on the phone with someone, and apparently so deep in an argument that he didn’t even see Jiang Cheng just a few metres from him.

“You are the worst,” the man shouted at his phone, “and I swear I’m kicking you out this time. I will… no, don’t cry. Stop crying, it doesn’t work anymore! You…”

The handsome stranger started pacing nervously between the courgettes as whoever was on the other end of the conversation made their case.

“Listen, you are going to calm down, ok? I’m… hey, I’m bringing you flowers. How does that sound?”

He leaned down toward the daylilies, not yet picking one as he waited for the other person to reply.

“Of course real flowers. You… listen, I don’t have the energy for this. We’ll deal with it when I get home.”

The man hung up, and started tearing away Jiang Cheng’s flowers, roots and all, like a barbarian.

Jiang Cheng had always allowed everyone to take what they wanted or needed, but only if they showed some respect for his efforts.

“Stop borrowing flowers out of my garden to woo people who don’t even treat you right!” he barked, stomping toward the man.

The handsome stranger, startled, dropped the flowers.

“Your garden? What do you mean, your garden?”

“You think this got here on its own?” Jiang Cheng asked, gesturing at his garden. It wasn’t as beautiful as his mother’s, but it was his all the same and it loved his plants.

The man looked around with wide eyes, as if he hadn’t even noticed before where he was.

“Sorry, I thought they were just… wild flowers. Did you plant all of those?”

“Not the pumpkins, that’s the kids from down the streets who thought it’d be fun. And the herbs are madam Wen’s because she doesn’t like getting them from the store if she can get fresh ones. But the rest is mine.”

“Must have been a lot of work,” the man said with an admirative whistle. “I can make a cactus die of thirst, so I’m impressed, you must be really good. You’ve been at it for a while?”

“A couple months,” Jiang Cheng grumbled, refusing to let praise from a handsome man get to him. “I live next door and this place has been abandoned for ages apparently.”

“So it’s not your garden,” the stranger noted with a grin. “Well, if you’ve stolen the land, I feel less bad about stealing flowers. It’s not like you can call the cops on me.”

He bent down, ready to slaughter more flowers, so Jiang Cheng did the logical thing and pushed him to protect his daylilies. The handsome stranger fell in the dirt, which thankfully was dry and wouldn’t stain too badly. Jiang Cheng wasn’t sure he could afford to repay that suit.

“If you’re going to steal my flowers for your shitty manipulative wife, at least do it properly. Nobody wants a bouquet with roots.”

The man blinked a few times, a little disoriented after being pushed down. When he saw Jiang Cheng grab the torn daylilies and carefully cut the stems so he could replant the roots, the stranger laughed.

“You’re really passionate about this, uh,” he said, standing up and wiping the dirt from his suit. “That wasn’t my wife on the phone, by the way.”

“Your manipulative husband then,” Jiang Cheng retorted, cutting a few more flowers.

“Little brother,” the man corrected. “Apparently he got drunk last week, slept with my best friend, panicked, ghosted him, left town for five days to hide at his best friend’s house, and now he’s… ah, but you probably don’t care.”

Jiang Cheng shouldn’t care, no, but he couldn’t help laughing at the crazy story. It sounded like something right out of a shitty soap opera, or the kind of bullshit that Wei Wuxian used to pull all the time, back when he was still part of Jiang Cheng’s life.

“My brother’s the same,” Jiang Cheng said, handing out the small bouquet he’d managed to salvage. “Did you take those so he can go apologise to your friend?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure if he’s going to give them to Xichen or if he just wants to keep them to feel spoiled. I’m not sure I’ll give them to him, anyway. It’s not every day a handsome man gives me a bouquet, I’ll be tempted to keep it.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged and rolled his eyes, and absolutely did not blush like a schoolgirl being complimented by her crush.

“Just go give those to your brother. And learn to cut flowers properly, asshole.”

“If I drop by again, will you teach me?”

Jiang Cheng shrugged again and turned away, so it wouldn’t be too obvious just how red his face was. He’d have slapped himself if he could have. It was ridiculous to react so strongly. His only excuse was that the man was really, really gorgeous and had a really, really nice voice… and that it had been a long while since anyone had flirted with him, even this badly.

“Maybe I will, if I can find the time. My life’s not a fucking soap opera but I have my own stuff to do.”

“Fair enough. Well, I hope I’ll see you around. It was nice talking to you.”

Jiang Cheng shrugged, and refused to turn around to watch that too handsome man go, though he might have been slightly tempted.

He’d lost enough time to that asshole already, and the tomatoes weren’t going to water themselves.

#mingcheng #jiang cheng #nie mingjue #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #jau writes #nmj probably owns that plot of land #tbh I'd be almost tempted to expand on this but blarg modern au...#Anonymous

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windsweptlassie · 4 years ago

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On Love

So as you know I made this uquiz with an open-ended question at the end, tell me something about love, and I’ve gotten the most wonderful responses! They range from descriptions of wonderful partners:

Lauren: oh, how long I went without being myself until I met him and he showed me who I truly was and that my worth was higher than I ever thought was possible

Levi: I love who we are with each other. I love who I am with you. In your company I am me. In your company I am the best of me. The best with the best, I've told you. I wouldn't give you up for anything

Daniel: i fell in love for the first time when i was 17... at the time, i didn’t realize it was the first time, i thought i’d been in love before, a couple times actually, but falling in love at 17 was such a fulfilling experience, it felt so forceful yet so right. it’s when i first truly understood what love was. never before had i felt so understood and so cared for as i did when i was in love with her, and she was in love with me. it’s been nearly 4 years since then, and nearly 3 years since we broke up and stopped talking, and still, i think about her almost every day. i’ve never known anyone like her; to me, she was love itself.

El: oh i’m in love with everyone that i know op!!! especially my girlfriend, of course ,but also my friends and my family and random people on the street and uh

Grace: i’ve met my soulmate and we plan on getting an apartment and marrying after college

A: I’m going to ask the woman I love to marry me and I just wanted to tell someone because I am so excited

Jeremy: you ever have that feeling where basically after years of denying that someone couldnt understand you in a way or love you and then the next thing you know you happen to find that person and its just great from then on out? idk how to explain it anyways I love my boyfriend so much he means the world to me

Lucy: i am so happy i have found the one i love

to descriptions of best friends and favorite people:

Nightbyrd: Love is a hug from an alzheimer's patient who hasn't the foggiest idea who you are, but they know you're worth hugging.

H: I have been doing so much yoga with my roommate recently!! It's a great way to center my mind for an hour

Riv: [platonic] i’ve literally never met anyone who understands me in the way that my best friends do. they’re literally the best people in the whole world and i genuinely don’t know what i’d do without them. i love them with my whole heart

Cillian: when i talk about how much i love my best friend i get so teary eyed because i cant believe that such a genuinely wonderful person wants to speak to me every day - i care for her more than anyone else on this planet

O: my two besties are my sources of happiness and they’re so pretty i would die for them :D

to beautiful quotes:

Kai: "you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." DARCYYYY PLS MY HEART CANT HANDLW THIS PAIN

Dorian: When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, ____the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don’t. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can’t help it, I love the way men love. (accident report in the tall, tall weeds- ada limon, bright dead things)

Adam: every day I think about lemony snicket I will love you if I never see you again I will love you if I see you every Tuesday or however it goes. and it KILLS ME. love only fits in small things

Hero: “Your heart beats in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s… The divine magnet is in you, and my magnet responds.” - Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne

Mary: "Love is watching someone die."

Alex: "meet me at blue diner, i'll take coffee and talk about nothing baby"

Sparrow: "How dare you love me like you've never known fear?" and "For you, the world," and "Darling, I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades," and "Will you start where I end?"

V: " You want to die for love. You always have. " and "someone will remember us, I say, even in another time" are living rent free in my mind 24/7 and I'm shaking. When will I finally be not the only one falling ?

Sahar K: To love another person is to see the face of god!!!

Miriam: all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding- kafka

Juls: Don’t you think they are maybe the same? Love and attention

to practices of love:

Leo; i love feeling happy bc somebody that i love is happy and comfortable....like its not about me i just love seeing you smile. we are safe together...idk i just feel it bro

A: I like to think love is leaning on each other during the light or dark days. Its a personal mission of mine to find out who I am and what I want. Yet I never seem to find my place in this world and as I look and look , I realise the only place I can be myself even with or without the efforts to find myself was done on that day or not, I am always tired so shall I lean on you? And you can lean on me as well. I shall be your fig tree and you shall be my favourite willow tree.

L: It's too late at night to be soul searching, but it's a journey we all seem to find ourselves on these days.

Anthi: feeling safe and at home, I guess (also I love frogs)

Julia: ive found that loving someone is like becoming your own thesaurus. you have to find or come up with infinite ways to say, you’re beautiful, or, i love you. it’s a gift

Galexies: ive been writing letters to the person i'd love one day since i was 14. i write them in a little journal usually, but i've been digitizing them into emails and sending them to one account that i'll give to them someday. i'd like to put pictures, but i haven't been outside much recently so theres that. i wonder if they'd like the sunsets i have on file, or if they'd find my cat cute in a bowtie.

Caeles: Love is sharing fruit slices and making someone tea at random

Dundy: Love is sending your friends cursed shit and watching them react in horror

to crushes and potential loves:

Jess: I have a crush on my roommate. It sucks, but it's also wonderful. I get to be around him all the time when we're at school. we share a life together; it's rather domestic. I think a lot about marrying him and being domestic with him forever. It won't happen, and I'll move on eventually, but I'll be happy with him for as long as I can. I hope you feel loved tonight, because you are. Sleep well.

Aki: I so desperately want to believe that love is fake because I’ve seen what happens when loved ones leave but whenever I start to convince myself that I’ll never love anyone my best friend messages me telling me she loves me. She’s the only person I’ve ever pictured having a future with but love scares me and I don’t really know what to do but I think as long as she’s with me in some way, I’ll be fine

Hi: her her i keep thinking abt her.... gonna see her in 8 days or so i really miss her. its ok if shes never gonna love me like i want her to really being her friend spending time with her makes me the happiest girl on earth.... outsold antidepressants

Kit: this guy i have a crush on has hypnotically dark brown eyes and he's wonderful and shows me kindness like no one else

Juno: my crush has all the stars in his eyes

Mads: When I have the courage to meet my eyes with hers, the world stands still

Be Nice To Me: Look bro I never do these but I am yearning to hold them SO badly right now and someone needs to know it besides me

to the trials of love:

Pppppp: I just wanna love like from the movies and what I read about.. but everyone tells me that that’s fictional and rare to find in the real world and it sucks bc it seems like all the guys I’ve met are terrible and the norms of society are all about not respecting women and uthdjdjdk

Manny: I have been in love before and I will be again but I’m not now and I miss it

Ok: I don't think I've ever been in love, though I love many people. I am waiting for the day I look at someone and can say, YES. IT'S YOU.

Chloe: idk rn i'm like okay with my love and i'm happy so we'll see i'm just a little cautious rn bc my last partner told me i didn't know how to love

L: love is so fucking complicated I don't even know where to start

Corrin: He’s not real and it worried me that I will never allow myself to live or be loved because I will always be waiting for him

Sean: Good luck it dont exist

Serena: i want 2 b in love :(( </3

13: I don’t know anymore

M: I just really don’t like dealing with it lol

to beloved characters:

Janaya: I’m madly in love with my comfort and kin character and I hope maybe in the afterlife I can relive a life with him in some sort of dimension

Jhgjdf: when i was a kid i had a crush on ash ketchum from pokemon and id always daydream about being a female pkmn trainer and meeting him and we fall in love

to advice and prose:

Mikolai: Love is earth, gentle and soft at first flight but upon being broken, drowns you in the dry choking wastes of its consequences...

Thex: Your hands will not go cold without someone to hold them. I am here. I will be here.

Kat: it is the nearest proof to god that i find myself surrounded by people who love in a way that complements so wonderfully the way i love

H: believe in love out of spite believe in love to prove everyone wrong believe in love because you were told not to and we will not do what we’re told anymore believe in love because it’s the strongest act of teenage rebellion we have left believe in love because it’s easier not to and when is easy worth doing? believe in love because everything says otherwise but you are untouchable, you are your own, you are not made by their design believe in love because, perhaps, you are love

Ali: I used to want a kind of love that feels like coming home and now I want nothing more than to be away from home on many different adventures

Em: you dont need to love yourself to accept it from others

to the small, the simple, and the sweet:

Ireal: Poems

O: Flowers

Fay: ah im sorry that i’m feeling unmotivated but you are very kind.

Ad: we love LOVE

A: <3

Isak: small things

H: intense

Hey: Listening to a clock ticking away

S: her

E: <3

Hania: Amorous, I adore that word ^^

Catboy: wholesome

J: i love love so much it hurts

Emmy: hi i love the song darkest of discos!! try and give it a listen!! <3

Nora: Love is painful, but most of the time love is great

Ariel: i like the comfort it can bring

M: i love love

to food!

Cool Whip: Matzoh ball soup!!

Woop: I love sausages.... I hope that's ok with you?

and animals too <3

Nee: hmm i have pet geckos and i love them very much!

96: raccoons ????

DJ Big Penis: cats

:3: I Love frogs,,, love is stored in the frog,,,

I hope that this serves as a sweet compilation of what love means! Love to all of you, it warms my heart so much to hear about your people and your geckos and your characters and soup and all the songs and quotes you love. <3 Strength to all of you who are figuring out to do about your feelings for your crush, and congratulations to you who are proposing or moving in with your person! Your words are a source of light to me, truly.

#on love #love files #uquiz #mine #shut up queenie #long post

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charmspoint · 4 years ago

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What's your favourite Inumaki hc you saw/thought of?

I'm guilty of not reading many Inumaki fics because they are so annoying to look for, in most fics he's tagged in he's a side character and in those he isn't he's a part of a ship and as much as i love my ship fics i dont rly ship him with anyone atm so those dont offer much to me. So I don't know much about other ppls headcanons (side note: if u do have an inumaki fic u rly liked and would like to rec feel free to send that through we be starvin)

That being said, when it comes to my own if we aren't including the 'Inumaki knows sign language and has taught all the 2nd years' which i think is p popular, I think my favorite headcanon to play around is that Inumaki has a complex about his technique and his markings.

Like Gege said he covers his mouth to lower the volume of his voice but??? even in casual situations??? Even tho he never once made a mistake of speaking without meaning to and gege said onigiri is basically like a second language to him? I call sus. Gege is giving us crumbs and i'm building sand castles out of those crumbs don't look at me. Basically in the fanbook Gege said something along the lines of Inumaki family being targeted by the jujutsu elders cuz their technique was seen as a threat and that it got to that point that the family actively tried to cut out of sorcery out of their lineage WHICH IS SUCH AN INTERESTING STORY WHY THE FUCK IS IT ONLY IN THE FANBOOK TOGE ARC WHEN???

Anyway, Toge's markings are so damn visible and in your face, like they are literally there on his mouth for all to see. If his family was actively trying to weed out that technique i cant imagine they would have been very happy with Toge being born, especially since we know Toge has been talking in Onigiri for as long as he knows himself which points at his family being very quick to switch his language to something non threatening, quicker then they were to teach him how to control when he uses his technique which??? I don't think he even knows now, we see him speak normally solely to attack, it's kinda sad to think about his technique just always being on for him :(. Like there must be ways to??? not use it like with other techniques right? Why didn't they teach him that instead of just putting a blanket over it with onigiri language. Then again if they were actively weeding out the technique and the sorcerers in the family with it were already targeted off by the elders, maybe there simply wasn't anyone there who knew HOW to use the technique to actually teach him, so they had to cover it up to the best of their ability. My god you see just thinking about this im making new headcanons, he's such a gold mine and gege is ignoring the fuck out of him.

Anyway since i rambled long enough, basically my main headcanon is that Toge dislikes showing his mouth cuz 1. His family probably reacted badly to seeing the markings and it was probably obvious to him since he was little that they weren't something good or desirable 2. Having his markings out in the open in casual jujutsu society may also bring some kind of scorn against him, depending on how much the higher ups effected the view on cursed speech users amongst other sorcerers. Like we saw how wary Kyoto students were of him, even as they were worrying about Yuji. So while he can hardly avoid being known as the curse speech user, i think he avoids showing it openly simply because its been ingrained into him that his technique was something unacceptable and bad, something he should be ashamed of.

Honestly at this point with Toge anything goes because Gege is barely giving us scraps so its free real state for everyone. I sure hope Gege eventually gives us more canon info on him cuz its such a waste, his whole life seems like it could make such an interesting story and its sitting there in like 5 lines of the fanbook

(also i have a pet headcanon that he was one of the people Gojo helped as well cuz how else is he even attending school normally with such stigma)

#anon #lucy rants #inumaki to/ge #jjk #apperently i can talk about toge for years...

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friendlylocalwhumper · 4 years ago

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Quinn has made a lot of mistakes in their life. Done cruel things, made decisions that would cost lives. Abandoned people to suffer. Pushed friends who were already close to the edge so they’d have a breakdown. Picked at difficult memories and stressors until someone innocent was a sobbing mess.

As they stare down into the drum of the washing machine to assess the carnage of the shredded teddy bear, Quinn grimly thinks that this is one of the worst things they’ve ever done.

The walk from the laundry room to the living room is a march to the gallows, slow and pensive. It wasn’t a good call to put that stuffed animal in the washing machine. It needed to be hand-washed - or better yet, left alone entirely. Maybe they were taking out some kind of revenge on its owner for needing something childish to cuddle up to for comfort. Maybe they were too focused on cleaning and completing tasks instead of considering the feelings and needs of another, as Quinn has been known to do.

They find Jo sitting on the couch, folded up small and napping upright. Even when there is no cage for them to cower in, Jo manages to keep themself small as if invisible metal grating is hugging their sides. They are a fragile weed daring stupidly to grow from a crack in the floor of a cold, haunted alley. There is contempt on the face of the magic user looking over them.

Until the sound of heavy beads clattering around in the washer echoes in their mind. They were tempted, upon first hearing the sound, to write off the loss of the teddy bear as meaningless. It’s expensive, as stuffed animals go, but wouldn’t be hard to replace. It was dirty, so washing it wasn’t a ridiculous idea. And all material things are arguably meaningless.

But Quinn knows that what matters isn’t the bear itself.

They sit slowly on the couch, watching as Jo wakes quickly. They sleep often, but wake instantly at any change in the room around them. Jo is a survivor who seems like they’ll never be convinced that it’s any safer out here than it was in their cage.

“Jo,” Quinn greets neutrally. Round green eyes brimming with uncertainty lock onto their face in search of danger.

“Quinn?” It’s hardly speech. More of a squeak. Someone cruel would smile at the sound, which is why Quinn nearly grimaces at it.

“I have something to tell you.”

The technically accurate but ominous sentence has Jo folding up smaller, hiding their hands between their thighs and their chest. “Okay.”

“Give me your hand.” Quinn pauses, then adds, “Please.”

“Yes-” Jo hurries to obey, their whole arm shaking. “But… why?”

“I’m just going to hold it. I have to tell you something that might make you sad, and you’ll handle it better if your hand is being held.”

They take the other’s frail hand. Jo’s hands are always cold. Quinn cups it carefully and looks right in their aggravatingly doe-like eyes.

“It’s about your stuffed bear.”

Jo jerks, their free hand suddenly patting at their side, along the crease of the couch. “He’s not here. Did he fall?”

“He didn’t fall.”

“Did I leave - leave him somewhere I wasn’t supposed to? I’m sorry, I can get him!”

“No, Jo. Look at me.” Verdant eyes that were scouring the room find somber brown ones. Quinn takes a steadying breath. “I… washed him for you.”

There is still anxiety in that face, but hope mixes in with it now. “Oh. Thank you. Is he dry yet? Can I - can I have him back, please?”

The hope is shallow, thin. Jo’s voice cracked on that tremulous question. Maybe they can read Quinn’s expression, their tone.

“No, you can’t.”

The hand that was patting around in search for the stuffed animal retreats. It looks at first like it’ll be pinned to their chest again for safety, but instead it’s pressed to their stomach. Jo’s countenance holds nothing short of devastation.

“Why?” It’s whispered, tempered. Quinn has never once seen Jo step out of line, never seen them react fully and freely.

“It… he’s damaged. I put him in the washer, and it… he’s… not in one piece anymore. I don’t think it can be fixed.”

Jo is locking themself down. Bottling up their pain and locking it away before they can be caught letting it spill out. Plump tears bead on their lashes, their bottom lip wobbling. There is no way to muster up frustration toward Jo right now as they process their grief. Quinn squeezes Jo’s hand gently.

“I am so sorry for your loss,” Whispers Quinn, and those big tears fall in thin tracks down freckled cheeks. Jo takes a shuddery breath, trying to remain quiet, but then their face screws up and they pull their hand out of Quinn’s to hide their face.

“You to-ook, took, took him away…” Wet sniffles and chest-deep sobs don’t evoke anything in Quinn except for a dense ache in their chest. No distaste, no urge to leave so Jo can be messy in private. “Took him away, and… and I’ll never see him again…”

It’s not about the teddy bear. The sobs spilling out of Jo are the wretched grief of someone who lost more than they could ever put to words.

“He didn’t have a name, I didn’t give him a name, please give… give him back, let me ha-ave him…”

“I can’t.” Quinn tries to lay a comforting hand on their shoulder, but Jo flinches back, hiding under their own slender limbs. “I… wish I could, Jo. I can get you a new one. For a little more money, you can get a heavier one, it’s supposed to help with the… with the grief.”

“I want him, I-I want him back, please give him back, Quinn, please!” A miserable hiccuping fit settles in to punctuate the sobs. “Gi-ive, give him, you can’t, he was mine, he was, I-I, I co-ould’ve been good, been a good…”

Regardless of Jo’s taut fear and progressive attempts to hide from touch right now, Quinn wraps them up in a hug. They squeeze and lean their weight until Jo feels grounded enough to sob openly, hidden under their own body and someone else’s.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Quinn repeats. “I know what happened. I’m sorry you lost him.”

Wetness reaches Quinn’s knee, soaked into their pants. They wonder how much you have to cry for tears to spread across a couch cushion like that. They wonder if anyone has ever cried as hard as Jo is right now.

“We’ll get you a new one. It won’t be the same, I know. Until you have it, though… when you need that weight, the contact, ask me for a hug. I’m not very… cuddly, I know. But I owe you for this. Tell me you’ll ask when you need it, Jo.”

“I, I… I will.”

It’s pure fear, despair. Obedience. Jo has barely started their recovery. Quinn can only hope that they can help when Jo does ask for it. They will pay whatever it takes to get a new weighted teddy bear delivered today. It may cost four times what the bear itself is priced at, but Jo needs it. They need it so badly.

It’s not about the bear, Quinn knows. But a teddy bear is the best that Jo is going to get.

#whump #drabble #angst #quinn #jo #grief #guilty #implied death #child death tw #implied/assumed but definitely a tw that needs to be on this #mine

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Private Show (Biadore) - Sarcastacnt

Roy has been watching Danny’s live streams maybe a little too intently. What happens when Danny finds out? Takes place way back in 2015 during BOTS.

A/n this sat for about 2 weeks cause I could not for the life of me come up with a title. This was also started as me wanting to practice writing smut. Yup. Not sorry about it.

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2015

Battle of the Seasons Tour

London, England

Roy wasn’t sure when it started, not really. He knew that by the time the reunion was filmed he had developed a crush on one of his best friends. The only reason he remembered having feelings for Danny at the reunion was because of that fucking crush question. When Adore had answered in the negative, Roy felt disappointed and called on Bianca to come up with a joke to save face.

Thankfully Roy was good at hiding his feelings and now, a full year after the reunion he still managed to keep them to himself. Well, he’d told Shane a year ago but he had been very drunk at the time. Shane had rolled his eyes and said something about kangaroos jumping good.

At some point over the last year Danny had begun doing these live video chats with his fans. Roy had watched a few with mild interest, Danny chatting about whatever was on his mind was nothing new. It was just how Danny was, he had no filter and he very rarely thought before he spoke. Roy had almost stopped watching them until one night someone had asked Danny to dance. Maybe Danny had been a little more intoxicated than normal. Or maybe he had smoked too much weed. Whatever the case, not only had he danced but he had stripped down to just a black thong. Roy had watched with eyes wide, jaw slack and pants rapidly tightening. He was loathe to admit it, but when the stream ended Roy had been left sitting in his computer chair with his cock in hand and cum dripping all over his fist.

Since that first dancing video, Roy made a point to watch every single stream Danny put out. Any time he danced or stripped, Roy ended up getting off. Some nights when Danny was really feeling himself, the dances would take on a far more sexual energy then normal. Once Roy had managed to get off twice over the course of one particularly hot thirty minute stream (something he hadn’t been able to do since his 20’s). All it had taken was Danny slowly sucking one, then two and finally started choking himself with three of his long fingers. Danny moaned when his fingers hit the back of his throat and made him gag. The moan he let out, that incredibly arousing moan was now seared into Roy’s mind.

Roy knew it wasn’t a great idea to use his best friend’s live streams as though they were his personal porn. It was hard to resist though, those streams turned Roy on more then anything pornhub had to offer. Maybe it was the fact that Roy knew Danny personally that made it so arousing, or maybe it was because of the crush he had on his best friend (probably the later). Whatever the case, it made sharing a bed way too exciting for Roy to sleep well if he slept at all. Since they were currently touring together for Battle of the Seasons, they ended up sharing a bed frequently.

They were all given their own hotel rooms on those glorious nights they didn’t have to sleep on the bus. Though that didn’t stop Danny from climbing into Roy’s bed every chance he got. It had started when Danny claimed whoever was in the room next to his was having a screaming match. He had looked at Roy with those big green eyes and Roy had been helpless to do anything other then sigh and open the door. Since that first night, Danny’s excuses had gotten weaker but Roy always let him in. Danny would grin from ear to ear, strip down to his boxers and dive into bed. Having Danny’s nearly naked body pressed up against him at night was costing Roy more sleep then he could afford to lose.

The first time Roy had woken up as the little spoon with Danny’s morning erection poking his ass, he had been more then a little tempted to roll over and suck Danny off. All he could think about was how Danny had happily choked himself with his fingers and how badly Roy wanted to shove his cock into Danny’s mouth. He wanted to hear, not to mention feel Danny moan around a mouthful of his cock. He managed to control himself however, settling for grinding his ass ever so slightly against Danny’s cock. Roy thought he was busted when Danny clutched his hip and started moving against Roy. He risked a glance over his shoulder only to find Danny still asleep. Allowing himself to enjoy the faux fucking for a few moments, Roy eventually moved away from Danny and went to finish himself off in the shower.

Danny discovering just what Roy was doing during his live streams was Roy’s biggest fear. He just had no idea how Danny would react if he found out. Danny was pretty (very) comfortable with his body so he probably wouldn’t be embarrassed but he might find the whole thing gross. Maybe even gross enough to either block Roy from joining any future streams or just flat out be done with Roy all together. The possibility of Danny no longer being a part of his life was something Roy wasn’t sure he could handle. So, Roy kept his new habit very much to himself. Not being good at all things technological (social media aside) he figured that as long as he remained silent in the chat, Danny wouldn’t even notice that he had been watching.

Maybe Roy just needed to get laid. He should go out with Shane and actually bring back trade one night. The worry that he would end up saying Danny’s name at some point had kept Roy returning to his room alone for weeks. Besides, none of the other men could hold a candle to Danny and Roy wasn’t interested in fucking some random man when he could be cuddling in bed with the real thing.

That had to be what was going on, right? Just a need to get laid, combined with Danny’s strip teases. He just needed to get off and Danny’s streams were a convenient source of arousing material. He refused to believe that he was allowing this crush to interfere with his life. In reality Roy’s behaviour had made his crush very apparent to every other queen on the tour, Danny included.

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Just because he played dumb when in drag did not mean that Danny was stupid. Far from it, he was far brighter then most people gave him credit for and was especially gifted when it came to reading people’s energy. He had known since at least the reunion that Roy had a crush on him. That was why he had hesitated before answering, he hadn’t wanted to hurt Roy. The truth was that at that moment he wasn’t sure how he felt. He had noticed right away how attractive Roy was and loved every part of him, even the 6am with no coffee part and that bitch was hateful.

Now Danny knew he absolutely liked Roy in a way that went beyond friendship. He had been hesitant to do anything about it because of how much he liked hooking up. At 25 he was growing tired of sleeping with people he didn’t know and would probably never see again. He hadn’t wanted to be with Roy if he couldn’t give the older man his whole self. As frightening as it sounded, Danny was ready to commit.

Danny, who was good with technology, always knew when Roy was watching one of his streams. He made a point to look for Roy’s name in the chat. The older queen never participated in the chat though, not even to throw shade. The little bubble with Bianca’s face in it let Danny know that Roy was watching. Whenever Danny knew Roy was there, he made sure to put on a show. The first time he had stripped down to his thong, his eyes had remained on that tiny icon of Roy’s face. As soon as he had logged off that night, Danny had gotten himself off while imagining that Roy had been in the same room as him. That the strip tease had been a private show, just for Roy. In Danny’s fantasy, Roy hadn’t been able to contain himself and had jumped Danny as soon as his thong hit the floor.

That was how his evenings went almost every time he recorded a stream. Getting off to whatever images of Roy his brain could come up with. It was getting so bad in fact, that Danny never really watched porn anymore. All he wanted was to get off to thoughts of Roy. Danny knew he should probably feel guilty but he was almost positive that Roy was using his streams to get off. One night Danny had rushed to Roy’s room after a stream and found his friend flushed and slightly out of breath. Despite Roy’s baggy sweat pants, Danny hadn’t missed the older man’s semi hard cock or the look of pure want when he saw Danny.

Danny wasn’t sure when his crush on Roy had begun but now that crush was turning into more. It was so silly! Both he and Roy were avoiding discussing their mutual attraction. Ducking around this fire that burned hotter and hotter every time they interacted.

Danny knew there was something there, all he had to do was get Roy to admit it. He snorted, easier said than done. He racked his brain, trying to come up with a way to force Roy into admitting what was going on between them. Or rather what had the potential to go on. A prank video he had seen recently popped into his head. They had used a simple app that had looked like Instagram but was really a two way call. Danny shivered at the thought of catching Roy in the act. He thought about watching Roy as he touched himself for Danny, because of Danny. The thought made Danny shiver and his pants tighten. He knew he had to make that happen and all he needed was five minutes with Roy’s laptop. With a smirk on his face, Danny jumped to his feet and nearly ran all the way to Roy’s hotel room. It was happening tonight, Danny was done with the teasing and the nights alone.

~*~

“Hey B, can I borrow your laptop please? Mine’s acting up.” Danny asked, after knocking and being allowed into Roy’s room.

“Yeah of course, you know the password?” Roy asked as he handed Danny the computer.

Danny nodded, “Yep!” he took the laptop, climbed onto Roy’s bed and quickly set his plan in motion. Thankfully this hotel had decent wifi so downloading the app wouldn’t take long. His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he worked.

The absent minded gesture caught Roy’s eye. He pulled his gaze from his phone and focused on Danny. Fuck did he ever look hot. His face was a study in concentration, hands moving over the keyboard so surely that Roy couldn’t help but wish Danny was touching him instead. Quickly shoving that thought aside, Roy wondered if Danny was planning on another stream tonight.

“You gonna strip for your mermaids again tonight?” Roy asked, somehow managing to keep his tone flat, as though he wasn’t overly interested in the answer. Which was most assuredly not the case.

Danny looked up at Roy and shut the laptop. He climbed to his feet and walked to the desk where Roy was watching him. Danny set the computer on the table and dropped a hand to Roy’s shoulder. “I’m putting on a special show in about an hour. You should watch.”

Roy shook his head, “Not tonight chola. I still have a tone of work to do.” He had emails to answer, planning his own show was a lot of work.

Danny lay his other hand on Roy’s shoulder and leaned forward until his mouth was beside Roy’s left ear. “Please B?” he whispered. “I promise it’ll be worth your time.” His breath was tickling Roy’s neck and the older queen squirmed in his seat. Danny was squirming as well, he felt almost drunk on everything that was Roy. The smell of his aftershave, the feel of his skin, the hitch in his breathing and the tiny noises Roy was making all working together to drive Danny insane.

“Adore…” Roy grimaced when his voice didn’t come out as stern as he’d hoped.

Danny gently kissed Roy’s ear, followed by his neck. Danny thought for sure that Roy would have pushed him away by now but no, for some reason Roy seemed perfectly content to let Danny not only hug him but kiss him as well. Deciding to see just how far he could push his luck, Danny licked a hot stripe from the base of Roy’s neck up to his ear. Then he took the ear lobe in his mouth and nipped at it before soothing the reddened skin with his tongue. He started flicking his tongue behind Roy’s ear, searching for any sensitive spots. He must have found one, Roy let out a low groan and his eyes slid shut.

Roy shivered as Danny continued kissing his neck. The soft brush of his lips was forcing Roy to think about other places on his body he would very much like to feel Danny’s lips. “I just have a lot of work to do. Maybe next time?” Somehow he managed to keep his voice even, which was surprising considering how fast his heart was beating. Danny was now caressing his shoulders, chest and arms, all the while running slow, gentle kisses up and down his neck.

“It would mean so much to me.” Danny let his tongue flick the soft skin behind Roy’s left ear. “Please? I’ll make it up to you.” He paused for a second before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Oooh, is this one of those times when you want me to beg for it? Maybe call you daddy? Cause I can do that.”

Roy’s entire face went red. There was no way he would be able to control himself if Danny started calling him that. He sighed in defeat and gave in. “Fine. I’ll watch.”

Danny squealed and hugged Roy tightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Yay! Thank you! You’re the best B!”

Roy squirmed in Danny’s tight embrace, “Yeah, yeah, now get out. I gotta finish this if I’m gonna have time to watch.”

Danny nodded, “I gotta go get ready anyway! See you soon!” with a wave and a wink, Danny was gone. Roy let out a sigh, he really needed to learn how to say no to that silly chola.

~*~

One hour later, Roy sat in bed with his back up against the headboard and laptop open. He was in an old tee-shirt and boxers, since Danny had promised a ‘special’ show, Roy figured he’d be dancing. Hence the loose boxers and bottle of lube on the night stand.

Roy frowned and cocked his head to the side as he saw the “Instagram” app, the colours were just slightly off. He examined the app closely and noticed that the letters a and g were both backwards. Curiosity got the better of him and Roy quickly googled the app that was definitely not Instagram.

MIS COLOURED INSTAGRAM ICON

Suggested: Would you like to learn to type like a normal human person?

Roy narrowed his eyes at his surprisingly shady laptop. Below that unhelpful suggestion was the information Roy needed.

“Sneaky bastard.” He chucked to himself. Danny had switched the app with a two way calling one that was designed to look very similar to Instagram. If you weren’t looking closely it was easy to miss the differences. Roy wondered what Danny had planned that he only wanted Roy to see. He glanced over at the bottle of lube, debating if he should put it away. No, Danny had been flirting with him earlier, whatever this ‘special show was there was little doubt in Roy’s mind that he would need the lube. He decided to let Danny believe that the switch had worked, he would keep it to himself that he was aware of Danny’s plan.

With a few clicks, Roy had the app open and saw Danny was already online. As soon as Danny’s image came into focus, Roy’s mouth went dry and his cock twitched.

Danny was kneeling on the bed, dressed in an old Pink Floyd tee-shirt and black thong. His dark brown hair was long enough to brush his shoulders now and Danny was running his hands through it while he licked his lips.

“Why do you guys always wanna see me dance?” Danny chuckled as he started looking for a song.

“Maybe cause they’re a bunch of thirsty bastards and you’re too sexy for your own good.” Roy mumbled, trying not to laugh as Danny addressed the nonexistent chat.

Danny snorted with laughter and his face went a little red. While he looked for a song to dance to, Danny chanced a glance at Roy. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Roy sitting in bed with the lube next to him. Danny bit his lip as he considered the implication of that tiny bottle. Fuccckk, how did Roy turn him on so much by just sitting in bed?

“Oh! This one! I haven’t heard this in forever!” Danny exclaimed as he clicked something on his laptop.

‘Ava Adore’ by The Smashing Pumpkins began to play and Danny started to dance. He was still kneeling on the bed as he began to roll his hips. Danny smirked at the camera as he dragged his hands from his waist to tangle in his hair and back down again. With a wink he pulled up the bottom of his tee-shirt just a little, teasing Roy with a brief glimpse of the pale smooth skin covered with a light dusting of hair.

Roy groaned. Fuck, not even a minute in and he was ready to rip his boxers off and start masturbating. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone as badly as he wanted Danny. His desire had moved beyond simple want, he needed Danny, had to have him, to feel that ass when he was buried inside it, to feel those lips working his cock before painting Danny’s pretty face with cum.

Danny noticed Roy’s wandering attention and frowned. He felt almost offended that Roy wasn’t giving his strip tease the attention Danny felt it deserved. Arching one eyebrow, Danny addressed the camera; “What could be more exciting than me?”

Roy snorted and tried not to laugh at Danny’s absolutely adorable frown. Poor Danny looked very serious but all Roy wanted to do was ruffle his hair or maybe pinch one of his cheeks. Roy shook his head and turned his attention back to the image of his best friend. “Not much chola, I’m already fucking hard.”

“Good.” Danny said and he pulled off his shirt and smirked when Roy did the same. A low moan escaped Danny as he raked his eyes over Roy’s chest. With the shirt out of the way, Danny could now see the obvious tenting of Roy’s boxers. His mouth fell open and his tongue poked out the side mindlessly as he thought about tearing off those boring gray boxers and licking every last millimeter of Roy’s cock. Danny closed his eyes and shuddered, he wanted to taste Roy so fucking bad.

Roy could almost feel Danny’s gaze burning his skin as the chola took in his shirtless form. He saw Danny’s cock twitch in his thong and groaned when he realised that it was all for him. Just taking his shirt off had Danny moaning and licking his lips. Fuck, Danny’s face was the personification of desire right now. Knowing now that Danny wanted him filled Roy with both pride and lust. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Roy gasped as he squeezed himself through his boxers.

Danny grinned and felt himself blush at the compliment. He eyed Roy’s hand with envy, from what Danny could see it appeared all those jokes about being a ‘big top’ were true. With a groan Danny began to thrust his hips as he moved to the music. “Mmm, are you as turned on as I am?”

Roy could only nod as he continued to stroke himself over top of his boxers. He groaned as he watched Danny move. Why the hell did the stupid chola have to be so fucking sexy?

Danny ran his hands up to his chest and began to play with his nipples. “I wish you were here with me. Wish my hands were yours. I need you daddy.” Danny closed his eyes and bit his lower lip as he pinched his nipples harder.

“Fuck…” Roy breathed, his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. When he opened them again he watched Danny continue to play with his nipples. “Me too chola. I bet I could make you beg just by playing with your nipples.” Roy moved his hands to his own chest and gave a thorough demonstration of what he would like to do to Danny. “Fuck baby boy, I don’t know if you’ve ever looked better. All hard and begging, only for me.”

Danny traced the outline of his erection through the thong, teasing himself. Hearing Roy call him ‘baby boy’ made him groan. Roy couldn’t possibly know that yes, all of it was for him and him alone. Danny wanted to scream as he locked his eyes on Roy’s still contained cock. Even through the lap top camera, Danny could see the wet mark where pre cum was leaking from the tip. He shoved two fingers in his mouth and began thrusting them in and out until they were drenched, before trailing them down his body.

“Mmm, your hands feel so good.” He said, imagining his hands were Roy’s. “I want you so badly.” He was staring right into Roy’s eyes now, wondering how long it would take before Roy figured out what was really going on. “Please daddy…” he whimpered as he squeezed his erection.

Roy couldn’t stop the noise that escaped him. “Fuck…Danny…” he groaned as he caressed himself through his boxers.

Danny let out a little moan as he saw Roy touch himself. “Will you touch yourself for me?” his voice was low and sounded like pure sin.

“Fuck me…”

Danny chucked, “Don’t I wish babe. Now do it, pull it out and touch yourself for me.” Danny commanded, as he began to toy with the waist band of his thong.

Roy didn’t immediately respond to Danny’s order, he wanted to take his time tonight. He’d fooled around over Skype before but this was so fucking different, so fucking good.

When he saw Roy wasn’t playing along, Danny frowned. He didn’t like it when he didn’t get his way. “I’m not gonna keep going until you do as you’re told.”

The harsh tone of his voice was doing something to Roy. His cock twitched, begging for attention. Roy gave in, he set his laptop aside and pulled off his boxers before setting the computer back on his thighs.

Danny’s mouth went dry as he got a look at Roy’s erection. Sure, he had heard the rumors and Roy’s own jokes but the reality was something else. He wanted nothing more in that moment then to rush down the hall and wrap his lips around it.

“Mmm, you’re so big baby, so hard just for me.” Danny paused for a minute before deciding to really push his luck. “What would you do to me if you were here? Tell me.”

“Fuck…” Roy breathed. He ran through a list of fantasies in his mind before settling on the one that had consumed his mind the most often.

“Fuck baby boy, I’d bend you over and fuck you hard. Make you call me daddy.”

Danny closed his eyes briefly at Roy’s words. Oh he’d call the older man daddy all he wanted. “Would you make me beg for it daddy? Or just give me what I want?”

Roy groaned at the use of ‘daddy’. “Depends on whether or not you’re a good boy for me. Hun chola? What would you be?”

“I wish you were here daddy, I’d be so good for you. Let you do anything you wanted to me.”

Roy watched Danny’s hand as he gripped himself with an expression of open jealousy on his face. Roy would have done terrible things in that moment to replace Danny’s hand with his. He looked back up into Danny’s eyes and groaned seeing how wide his pupils were blown. Danny’s long brown hair was a mess and his face was flushed. He looked fucking divine. Roy watched as Danny caressed his erection.

“Anything hun? Hmm, in that case I’d start by sucking your cock until you fucking beg for more.”

Danny groaned as Roy spoke. If this night didn’t end with Roy plowing Danny into the mattress he wasn’t sure he’d get over it. If Danny did end up alone tonight, Roy sucking his cock until he begged was what Danny would think about while he jerked off. Listening to Roy actually tell Danny what he wanted to do to him made him seriously consider the possibility of cumming from Roy’s voice alone. The arousal was obvious in his voice, which was deeper than Danny had ever heard it and it made Danny’s cock throb.

“I’d set you on the bed on all fours and eat your ass while fingering you until you were ready to take my cock. Then I’d make you suck my cock, force you to take all of it while I spank you. Listening to you gag while I pull your hair.” Roy kept his eyes on Danny.

The images Roy was providing Danny with were making him tremble. Danny absolutely loved rough oral sex, both giving and receiving. He looked at Roy’s hands and pictured them gripping his hair tightly while thrusting into Danny’s more then willing mouth. Between what Roy was saying and the way Danny was touching himself, he was getting close to his release. It really wouldn’t take much to finish but when he came tonight, he wanted it to be on Roy’s cock. So Danny decided to end the game or bring it to the next level, depending on how Roy took the reveal. He looked right at Roy and pulled off his thong, grasping his erection.

Roy’s eyes went wide in shock at what Danny was doing. It occurred to Roy that Danny knew he was watching, Danny must want him to watch as he touched himself. Roy felt a possessive feeling over take him.

“Mmm please don’t stop Roy, let me watch you fuck yourself for me. Fuck, I need you so badly.” Danny closed his eyes and threw his head back as he stroked himself slowly. He opened his eyes again and made contact with those warm amber eyes he loved so much. “Please Roy, please I need you here. I want you so badly. Please come fuck me, I’ll be so good for you. I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Let me show you how good it could be. Please daddy.”

Suddenly he was faced with the possibility of getting to touch Danny the way he’d wanted to for months. Hell, forget possibility, Danny was literally begging for Roy to come fuck him. Roy kept turning Danny’s words over in his mind, ‘please Roy. I’ll be so good for you. Please daddy’. Fuck. Roy gripped his erection a little tighter, fuck.

“No one else was watching, don’t worry, it was a private call. I need you Roy, please I’m so ready for you. If you want to finish this in person, you know where to find me.” With that Danny ended the call, leaving Roy alone with his fist still wrapped around his erection.

“Fuck.” Roy cursed as he got to his feet and pulled on a pair of fluffy sweatpants. He picked up his tee-shirt and thought for a minute while he pulled it on. Danny was his best friend, maybe this was a bad idea. Before he could talk himself out of meeting up with Danny, the memory of the younger man masturbating and moaning Roy’s name came crashing back. Roy’s cock twitched hopefully.

“Fuck it.” Roy grumbled. If Danny wanted to get fucked that badly, who was he to refuse?

~*~

Roy knocked on Danny’s door less than five minutes later. When Danny opened the door, Roy’s mouth went dry. Danny was standing there in just a towel slung low on his hips. The various patches of ink on Danny’s skin stood out against the pale flesh. Between the tattoos and long shaggy hair, Danny looked like the bad boy who was just looking for redemption in some shitty movie. Roy walked into the room, deliberately crowding Danny and forcing him to take a few steps back.

“So, looks like your laptop is working just fine chola.”

Danny had the grace to blush, knowing he’d been caught. Before he could say anything, Roy turned the deadbolt, locking them both in.

The sound of the deadbolt engaging made Danny squirm. If Roy was locking the door behind him, it had to mean he was here for one reason. Danny had been half expecting Roy to show up and start yelling, enraged by Danny’s trick. Instead Roy was advancing on him like a predator, the kind Danny didn’t want to escape.

Danny stood his ground, eyes locked on Roy’s face. As soon as the younger man was within arm’s reach, Roy wrapped one hand around the back of Danny’s head and the other grabbed Danny’s right hip. Roy hauled Danny to him until they were flush against each other. They stayed that way for a moment or two, gazes locked, faces centimeters apart and their breathing becoming ragged. Both could feel the other’s erection as Roy moved his hand from Danny’s hip to his ass and ground against him. Danny gasped and wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck before pulling his face the rest of the way to his. A groan escaped Danny as their lips crashed together.

Finally.

After months, if not years of hidden feelings and private fantasies, they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Lips moved together as hands began exploring.

Danny moaned as Roy’s tongue came out to lick at his lips. Roy pulled Danny’s lower lip into his mouth, nipping and sucking it in turn. He couldn’t get enough, Danny was fucking addicting. The taste of him was driving Roy crazy, the feel of him compelled Roy to lower his hands and grab Danny’s ass. Roy groaned loudly as he uses his grip on Danny’s ass to bring them even closer.

Danny lowered his arms before wrapping both around Roy’s waist, lowering one hand to squeeze the older man’s ass. He gasped against Roy’s lips when Roy raised the hand holding Danny’s ass to deliver a good smack. Determined not to be out done, Danny began rolling his hips against Roy’s, both men moaning at the friction.

Eventually, Roy pulled their lips apart and began to kiss Danny’s neck. Danny threaded his fingers through Roy’s hair, holding the older man against him as Roy moved down his neck, towards his chest.

Remembering the way Danny had moaned as he played with his nipples. Roy decided he needed to see for himself just how sensitive they were.

Reluctantly releasing Danny’s ass, Roy started by lightly brushing his fingers over the raised nubs gently. Danny moaned and thrust against Roy, grinding his erection against Roy’s hip. Encouraged by Danny’s response, Roy pinched the younger man’s nipples just on the right side of rough. Danny gasped and his eyes shot open, he shivered and Roy smirked when he felt it.

“You’re so fucking sensitive baby boy, I could do this for hours. Want to see how close I could get you without ever touching your cock.”

Danny groaned and shook his head. “Please Roy! I need you! I need you to fill me until I scream! Oh, please daddy!”

Roy disregarded those tempting pleas (difficult as it was) and resumed his worship of Danny’s body. Dropping to his knees, Roy peeled off the towel and wasted no time before taking Danny’s erection into the slick heat of his mouth. As Roy ran his tongue all around Danny’s cock. The younger man let out a mess of curses and praise. He was so turned on he knew he wouldn’t last long. With great reluctance Danny spoke: “You need to stop B, I’m getting so close..!”

Roy looked up at him, “How do you want to cum love?”

Danny didn’t have to think about it. “On your cock. Please Roy? Let me cum on your cock tonight.”

Roy got to his feet and took in the man before him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long. Wanted to fill you with my cock ever since you started dancing in those live streams.” He said as he grasped Danny’s hips.

Danny nodded, groaning at Roy’s words. “I know baby. The streams when I danced were the only times you stayed online until the end. I used to get off afterwards, thinking about you touching yourself for me. It was so fucking hot knowing that you were getting off to me while I danced.”

Roy went a little red in the face but looked relieved. “I was so afraid you’d be angry about it, or just disgusted by the thought of what I had been doing. I felt so guilty but you’re so fucking gorgeous and I wanted you- I want you so badly, I couldn’t stop myself.”

Danny grinned, “I’m glad you didn’t stop.” He ran his hands down Roy’s chest, giving both nipples a pinch before he grabbed Roy’s cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the order. “Now, can we please stop talking about this and get to the part where you spank me and fuck me into the mattress?”

Roy chuckled, “Impatient, aren’t you?” A moan escaped him as Danny jerked him off a little faster.

Danny nodded and gave Roy a look that silently asked him how he wasn’t feeling the same way. “I’m so fucking ready for you B. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since you laced me into that corset back on Drag Race. I remember hoping you’d used the laces to tie my hands behind my back.”

“I wanted to.” Roy confessed. “So badly. I remember having to talk myself out of bending you over that tiny table. Every chance I got back in the werkroom, I was staring at your ass. Imagining how good it would feel to fuck you the way you need to be fucked.” He reached down and grabbed Danny’s ass, giving it a slap just to hear Danny moan.

“Then do it, fuck me. I’m all yours.” Danny purred as he arched his back when another slap made him bite his lip in an attempt to muffle his cry of pleasure.

Roy moved to kiss Danny’s neck. “Don’t hold back, let me hear how much you want me baby boy. How absolutely desperate you are for me to touch you.”

Danny groaned loudly, “Get on the fucking bed Roy. I’m done waiting.”

Managing to keep a straight face, Roy climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back, head among the half dozen pillows. He crossed his arms behind his head and watched as Danny climbed on the bed and began crawling towards him.

Danny kept crawling until he was straddling Roy, his hands planted near Roy’s face. Danny looked down at Roy and smiled brightly before dropping his head down to kiss him.

They kissed for a while, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths. Roy paid special attention to Danny’s bottom lip, making Danny whimper in pleasure when he gently bit down.

It wasn’t long before Roy wanted more. He wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and rolled them so he was now on top. He looked down at the beautiful man below him and began to kiss his way down Danny’s body. When Roy threw Danny’s legs over his shoulders, Danny let his head fall back and his eyes drift shut.

They flew open again when instead of Roy sucking his cock, he felt a tongue circling his entrance. “Oh holy shit!” Danny cried out, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he arched his back.

Roy pulled back for a moment to let Danny get himself together before he began licking him with abandon. He pushed the tip of his tongue past the tight muscle and wiggled it before withdrawing to circle Danny’s entrance once more. Danny was thrashing and moaning as Roy repeatedly tongue fucked him. After some unknown amount of time passed, Roy snatched the lube off the night stand and coated his fingers. When Danny’s moans became incoherent noises, Roy reluctantly pulled his mouth from Danny and slowly inserted a finger instead.

“Roy…” Danny gasped as Roy slowly started finger fucking him. Even with just one finger inside him, Danny felt amazing. “God yes Roy!”

Roy watched the younger man’s face, Danny’s eyes were shut tight and his mouth was hanging open. His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he was in ecstasy. Roy couldn’t help feel a little pride at what he had managed to reduce Danny to with just one finger.

“More…give me more. “

Roy kissed Danny’s left thigh, “That’s not how we ask for things Daniel.” Roy gently sunk his teeth into Danny’s inner thigh. All the while moving his finger slowly in and out of Danny. The tip of his finger just barely hitting Danny’s prostate.

“Please! I need more, please Roy!” Danny begged as he looked down and caught Roy’s gaze. He reached down and cupped Roy’s cheek, “please daddy.” Danny said softly, his eyes filled with affectionate lust.

The way Danny was looking at him made something in Roy’s chest tighten. He climbed back up Danny and brought their foreheads together as he slid another finger into Danny and began making a scissoring motion.

Somehow Danny managed to keep his eyes open as Roy fucked him. Their gazes locked together and Danny’s arms around Roy’s shoulders. He couldn’t take it anymore, fuck he needed Roy.

“Please Willow, I can’t take anymore,” Danny said with all sincerity.

Roy nodded and grabbed the lube once more before positioning himself between Danny’s widely spread legs. As tempting as it was to flip Danny onto all fours and fuck him into the mattress, Roy needed to see his face. Wanted to watch as he came apart under Roy’s touch. Roy grasped his erection and teased the head against Danny’s entrance for a moment or two before slowly pushing inside.

Two almost identical long, low moans filled the room as Roy bottomed out. Roy grasped Danny’s hips tightly as he tried to get himself under control. Danny was so tight, so beautiful and Roy knew if he didn’t find a way to control himself, he wouldn’t last and this was one experience that he wanted to savour. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight, so hot, you feel so good.”

Danny pulled Roy’s face down to his and kissed him soundly. By the time they broke apart, Danny was ready. He began moving his hips up off the bed to meet Roy’s. “Fuck B, you’re so big, stretching me so good. Fuck!” Danny exclaimed as Roy began to move.

Slowly at first and gradually picking up the pace, Roy fucked Danny. He altered the angle just a little and when Danny let a high pitched whimper escape his mouth, Roy knew he had hit the spot. He concentrated his thrusts there, watching Danny writhe beneath him.

“Good boy, moan for me. Let me hear you.” Roy encouraged as he started to thrust harder. The whole bed was shaking, headboard bouncing off the wall with the force of his movements. Danny was squirming and moaning, his hips raising to meet Roy’s thrusts.

“So fucking good B… fucking me so good…” Danny said as he reached down to grab Roy’s ass. His finger nails digging into the soft flesh before he lifted one hand and slapped Roy.

Roy groaned when Danny’s hand crashed down on him. He buried his face in Danny’s neck and bit him. “Do it again.” Roy demanded, spanking was something he was normally on the doing side of. Feeling Danny spank him however, while he was buried inside the younger man was making Roy reconsider his thoughts on the subject.

Danny couldn’t stop a smirk from gracing his face as he slapped Roy a little harder this time. When Roy moaned, Danny did it again.

With every strike of Danny’s palm, Roy’s thrusting became more forceful and wild. Gone were the slow, controlled movements. Replaced by a frantic pace as Roy began to chase his release.

As Roy fucked into him harder, Danny moved his hands to grab Roy’s shoulders. Unable to keep up with his movements, Danny was now just barely holding on. His hands kept slipping due to the sweat that made their bodies slick.

Roy reached between them and grabbed Danny’s cock, stroking him frantically. He was close and was trying to bring Danny with him.

Danny felt his whole body start to shake, “B I’m gonna-!” he was cut off as Roy pressed their lips back together. Danny was the one to break the kiss as the tight coil of pleasure deep within him finally snapped. He arched under Roy as his orgasm washed over him, spots of light flashing behind his tightly shut eyelids. Danny moaned against Roy’s lips as the older man followed Danny over the edge. Filling Danny as he came.

It took several minutes before their heart rates slowed back to normal. Roy moved his mouth back to Danny’s, kissing him lazily as he pulled out.

Danny groaned at the loss, squirming a little as he felt a combination of lube and cum dripping out of him.

“Don’t move.” Roy said as he went to the washroom to grab a towel.

After they were both more or less clean, they were laying in bed, Danny with his head on Roy’s chest. Roy was idly playing with Danny’s hair.

“That was really fuckin’ hot B.” Danny said with a laugh, “Like really, really fuckin’ hot.”

Roy chuckled and wrapped the arm around Danny’s torso a little tighter. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Danny sat up and turned to look at Roy, “Didn’t you?”

Roy pushed some hair away from Danny’s face, “Of course I did chola. I was worried for a minute there that googled the wrong app and you had whipped your dick you in front of hundreds of people.”

Danny snorted, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

They both laughed and chatted until they could no longer keep their eyes open. Just before he closed his eyes, Roy noticed that Danny’s laptop was still open. The screen was dark however, so he didn’t bother to mention it as he curled himself around Danny and fell asleep.

~*~

30 minutes ago…

Back in Roy’s hotel room, the Brians were sitting on the bed watching the show while munching on popcorn. No one was sure where they had found the giant red and white stripped bucket of popcorn and they didn’t volunteer the information. They also managed to dodge the question of just how they managed to get into Roy’s room. Although Katya was probably the one who got them in.

“You owe me 50$ Tracy Martel.” Katya said around a mouthful of popcorn.

Trixie huffed dramatically and crossed her arms under her over stuffed bra. “I never thought in a million years that Bianca would relax enough to finally fuck Adore.”

“But she did mother.”

“AAAHH! Not Maureen!!”

The End

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 5 years ago

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Onyx tells Mc she’s pregnant. They hosts a party for everyone to announce of Onyx’s pregnancy. How they announce it and how everyone react are up to you!

Written by @evoedbd

“Hey babe. Welcome back. How was your outing with Na-” the cheer fell from Cali’s voice, as heavy and rapidly as a brick dropped from a skyscraper. Her heartbeat picked up, even as the feeling of led seeped into every limb, dragging her consciousness towards what felt like a tar pit. Sticky, dooming, encasing.

“Onyx?” She called, brow furrowing as she tried to reconcile the woman who had walked through the door with the usual upbeat, unstoppable Onyx Wren. This woman appeared ashen, pearlescent white save for the usual shadings of her makeup, and the veins running blue beneath her icy skin. Long, flowing blonde hair hung in clumps, tangled around the streaks of meadow green like weeds attempting to devour the most beautiful flowers. Where life had once shone in oceanic green eyes, now there was a dullness, a glazing that only emphasized emptiness. Worse, shoulders which could bare the weight of the world slumped, chained down along with the woman’s feet. No. Onyx’s feet weren’t chained down, they were dragging, as if the act of taking a stride was too much to comprehend yet the need for familiarity and comfort drove the zombie like body onwards.

“Are you ok?” A questioned filled with trepidation. Already, Cali could see that Onyx Wren was absolutely not alright. She could feel it. Sticky hands of a hoard all dragging at her through the bond, making the world entirely too much.

Internally, she fought a war, crossing a list off silently in her search for solutions. What could have hurt Onyx this badly?

A fight with Nahara? Doubtful. Onyx loved that woman, and Nahara had earned that affection. Her hugs were too perfect, rejuvenating and secure. How Cali imagined sinking into a pool of warmed honey or melted chocolate might feel like.

Dorran? Oh, Cali had so many things she could say about him, respect for the dead be damned. Cali was absolutely convinced, out of everyone who had ever existed or ever would, that he was the most deserving the title of Jerk. Lord Jerkington the Gaslighting abuser, the third. Anybody who could do half of what he had done to Onyx whilst claiming to love her, whilst she trusted her body and soul to his romance… Cali couldn’t conceive a punishment fitting enough his horrendous crimes. Her anger had nowhere to go. No conclusion. Nothing dark and despicable enough to bring justice or pay penance. All she could do was vow never to allow Onyx to suffer that ever again.

Vinca? That was delicate ground too, and not an unrealistic conclusion. Cali’s personal grudges aside, after-all Onyx’s twin had turned Cali into a well of supernatural energy with the potential to unleash hell on Earth, Vinca had played her villainous role well. Cali still could trace the numerous scars across Onyx’s body, from throat to gut, which Vinca had left. Also, Vinca had technically gutted Onyx, though she had been possessed by Nizha at the time. Cali wasn’t too sure she could ever erase that image from behind her closed eyes. Or her nightmares.

“I’m pregnant.” Onyx’s voice was so small, so broken and confused. If Cali hadn’t been watching and listening intently, she might have mistaken those words for a breath. Or the aircon.

“… you’re…” The word fell from Cali’s lips on a shocked breath. Well. Babe had definitely been the wrong pet name to use. Suddenly nothing made sense. Her stomach fell out yet her body seemed ready to float to the ceiling, all whilst her nerves suffered a rapid fire mix of dreadful numbness and prickling tingles flowing across her skin to match the static ringing in her ears and pinging around her head.

“I’m so sorry! Please don’t be mad. I’ll be good! I w-won’t disobey o-o-or mess up.” The panic in Onyx’s voice cut Cali to the bone. Onyx fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her abdomen and torso as her shoulders curled inwards. She trembled, green eyes gazing up at Cali as if she were a terrifying Goddess preparing to render judgement upon a defiler. Cali shuddered. Who would want such worship as what Onyx was offering in the moment? Senseless, all-consuming fear? In that moment, Cali realised she could never be an abuser. There was no power in Onyx’s terror, only revulsion. Revulsion that Onyx felt she had to be subservient like this. That her trust had ever been so broken that her default was to cower like a beaten dog, still lovingly licking its own blood from the master’s knuckles.

“I didn’t mean for this, I swear. I-I ca-”

Cali couldn’t listen anymore.

“Onyx. Hey, hey, hey. Shhh, it’s ok. Breathe with me, sweetheart. In through your nose, out through your mouth.” She cooed, collapsing to her own knees before Onyx. The moment she could reach, Cali gently cupped her hands around Onyx’s elbows, tenderly guiding the smaller woman a little closer.

“Reach for me through the bond, how do I feel?” Imploring words were accompanied by every joyful image Cali could summon at that moment. The mewls of kittens, the softness of a puppy’s fur. Seeing Onyx recognise her, even as a dragon. Flying. Watching Onyx fly, be it with the wings of a dragon or across a tightrope in human form. Freedom, beauty, power. Family.

Cali’s heart picked up a marching sprint, beating so rapidly she was positive someone could visibly see her pulse throbbing in her throat if they spared a glance. Pregnant meant baby, which meant children. Onyx. Baby. Onyx. Baby. Onyx’s baby… each time Cali managed to conceive the sentence her heart skipped another beat, beat faster and faster until she was positive her heart would burst. Onyx was having a baby. An actual baby!

“You’re… you’re not mad? You’re happy? B-”

“Onyx. You’re pregnant! How could I not be excited?” Cali began as she lured Onyx to her feet. The former Envy assassin surrendered herself to Cali’s guidance, relaxing even in her confusion. Cali was incredibly careful, her touch remaining delicate, as if she might taint the innocence within Onyx if she moved a single finger incorrectly. Yet, there was also no fear to Cali’s touch. She knew Onyx, just as she knew her own breath. She offered comfort, unconditional support, even without having uttered the words.

“I’m nervous too.” She confessed, finally lowering herself and Onyx onto the couch.

“I mean there are so many things to think about. Is it safe? I mean, what effects on the baby will your dragon side have? Will you lay an egg? I mean, can your body even handle that in human form? Will you be human form for the birth? Who even is the father?”

“I didn’t cheat! I’d never do that to you. Please, you have to believe me.” Onyx’s frantic tone was matched by frantic hands which desperately clutched at Cali. She clung to Cali’s forearm, both forcing Cali to remain close whilst also preparing to defend herself. Green eyes filled with tears, a mix of panic and guilt, dappled with layers of confusion. Despite all of that, Cali saw sincerity. She felt the truth of those words as if they were her own heartbeat.

“Onyx, babe… you died. You died in my arms and came back as a Dragon. Cheating never even crossed my mind. There are some insane magical circumstances that my medical training doesn’t cover. Even if you had cheated or if something had happened, I wouldn’t be angry. I wouldn’t be him. You love me, I believe it with all my heart. Nothing anybody can say or do will make me love you or this baby any less.”

“I didn’t cheat.” Onyx reiterated; her voice much softer yet no less vehement. Her hands surrendered their grasp on Cali, allowing the Asian woman to weave her fingers through Onyx’s. The warmth of her callused hands was enough to earn a soft sigh, though neither woman could confirm who it was from.

“I believe you. D-did somebody hurt you? Onyx, babe, did somebody force himself on you?” The words burnt Cali’s tongue. Bile threatened to rise in her throat. The thought of someone doing that to Onyx. Without the guise of a relationship to force his will, to satiate perverted desires… Cali couldn’t… she couldn’t even imagine it, until she could. From a mental blank, to images of a broken Onyx. To memories of her screams morphed into something entirely different, fitting a different scenario. It was enough to make Cali tremble with fear, revulsion and a rapidly rising tide of rage.

“Nothing happened. Nobody r-” Onyx hesitated, unable to utter the devastating word flashing in Cali’s worst fears.

“- did that.”

“Thank goodness. Then, do you know how this happened?” The gentle question was delivered after a breath of utter relief. Knowing Onyx was safe from that abuse, safe from one of the most brutal of Earthly horrors mankind had ever weaponized, helped untangle the tension in Cali’s aching chest. Her heart stopped seizing in her chest, resuming its marathon sprint.

“I don’t know. Nahara said something about consequences and the past.”

“Rebirth. That was when she was talking about the bond of deceased Envy and the barer of the bite. The possibility of physical manifesta-“ Cali stopped dead. Her mind leapfrogged over the words, gathering them into a net of logic so obscure yet so plausible it felt as if she’d been punched unconscious and now was waking up. Waking to a world where mortal logic no longer applied, and the furthest dreams could come true.

“Oh fuck… Onyx..?” Cali didn’t know if she spoke, only that Onyx’s face pinched in concern. No, not concern. Fear. The murkiness reclaimed clear beauty, obscuring it for all who wished to bathe. It nearly broke Cali to see Onyx shrink, yet her small voice shattered Cali’s heart into smithereens; sent those shards digging into every vein until Cali’s body throbbed with how wrong it was.

“Please don’t get angry.” Onyx whispered, flinching as if expecting Cali to scream. Cali couldn’t. All she could do was go over the basics of Nahara’s theories. A physical manifestation of the bond between Envy, Deceased and Barer of the bite. An echo of the past. The lost reclaimed as new.

“Mine? Ours? Is this..?” Cali begged, she wasn’t and never would be afraid to admit it. Such a glistening possibility was at her fingertips, and she dared reach, hoping against hope itself that the impossible had become even the improbable. A thousand to one? Hell, even a million to one was more than enough. Cali would take any and all chance. Hers. Theirs. A chance to see how she and Onyx may appear a thousand years down the line, a notch in the human species. Proof they had existed, that their coupling had existed. Cali wasn’t dumb enough to consider a baby proof of love, not alone, but also it was. It would be. No matter whether or not that million to one chance was recognized.

“I- I don’t know. It’s possible, probably. I mean, magic? I need to talk to Nahara to find out more. I… it was overwhelming to hear I actually was pregnant and can’t let the dragon out. I just needed time. Needed to talk to you. It could be a manifestation of our bond, or it is something from the past.”

“Dorran.” The name fell from Cali’s lips like a bullet dropped from a tower into the cooling lakes. Oh, how it longed to be thrown like garbage, just as the darkest parts of Cali longed to throw the actual man into a trash compactor and hear him squeal.

“This could be his baby too.” She voiced her conclusion. Even as the words escaped, she felt no change in her heart. There was… she hated the man, she hated the power he had abused over Onyx, just as she hated the idea of him continuing to. Yet, for the baby? For that possibility? Nothing. No hatred, no resentment. No matter how she searched for it. She couldn’t confess how deeply that shocked her. Emotionally, everyone always hoped that they’d accept their partner’s children as their own, but the actuality of that often defied dreams. It was a rare person who could accept such a thing, even in Cali’s situation. To find herself even potentially one of them was humbling, too much, too quickly. Diversion needed.

“That’s one hell of a choice. A dead man, unknown entity, or a key to the gates of hell.” Cali made the understatement of the century after a quiet hissing whistle through her teeth. Remarkably, her tone remained as light as she intended the delivery to be, as if she was discussing what to order for lunch.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Le-” Cali couldn’t even finish the word. Her body moved on instinct, launching into Onyx’s space so that she could gather the smaller woman into her arms. Leave? Onyx couldn’t leave! No, her brain quickly caught up and corrected her internal malfunction. Onyx’s voice had been so small, the chirp of a bird compared to the roar of a dragon. Regardless, Cali was determined to provide shelter, to cage the willing Onyx within her loving embrace.

“Onyx, you died, I thought I’d never see you again. That I might never have another moment with you, even as you were reforming. Now, I’ll get to watch a baby Onyx Wren grow up! How could I be angry? I don’t care if this child is Dorran’s. Hell, even the Devil himself could be the father and I wouldn’t care. I want to be with you.”

“Even with a baby? A baby you didn’t plan, who m-might not even be yours.” Onyx’s words were serious, more so than any Cali had ever heard escape her gentle lips. They were warning, they were a siege to push Cali away even as Onyx hoped to keep her close. It was the last offering, the final out. Cali understood. Her answer here would shape her life. This answer couldn’t be about comforting Onyx, no matter her urges. It had to be truthful, no matter the pain, no matter…

“Yes.” It was the easiest answer Cali had ever given in her life.

“Onyx, we aren’t naturally biologically compatible for reproduction.” Cali’s obvious assessment earned a watery snort from Onyx.

“Whenever I daydreamed of having children, they were always yours. I was already committed to being a mother to any pet or child you had, to being with you. I want this baby to be ours, I want that more than anything.” Cali had to pause, to actually breathe and let her words sink in. Her chest hurt from how hard her heart was pounding, for how she longed for Onyx to want the same things.

“I’m here and ready to be whatever you need me to be for you both. If you don’t want me to be there as the other parent, I can be the cool aunt. Or a friend. Or a babysitter. Anything, Onyx.” Cali concluded, laying her offering out for Onyx to pick through. Silence dominated the room, save for Cali’s hurried breathing and the pounding of matching heartbeats. Or two heartbeats. Did baby have a heartbeat yet? How far along was Onyx? She made a mental note to ask.

“If you want to be, you know, their mom, then I’d love that too.” Onyx finally broke the silence with a soft yet sure voice, a shy smile tugging on her lips. Cali couldn’t help it, she leapt to her feet, letting forth an excited cheer. Finally, all her nerves burst forth, erupting in her version of a triumphant roar. This was HER family. Hers. Hers, hers, hers!

“There’s nobody else I’d rather raise a baby with. Nobody has ever supported me like you. I just don’t want to take your life away, or be a burden.” Onyx continued, reaching up to tuck some of her chaotic hair out of her face.

“Onyx, this isn’t about supporting you regardless of my own feelings. You’re not taking my life away; you’re giving me a life to fight for. A family. Onyx, our family! You’re having a baby, Onyx! It’s a BABY Onyx! Baby! Yours. Maybe mine. Maybe ours. I feel… just feel me, Onyx! Baby! You’re having a baby!” Cali tried to remain calm and mature, she truly did, yet the urge to move overcame her senses. She paced back and forth, using her entire body to emphasize her points. Big, sweeping gestures of her arms accompanied her escalating excitement, turning her into a goofy rendition of a car yard inflatable.

“Yeah. A baby. You… Sweetheart, can you sit down? Just watching you is tiring.” Onyx’s request was accompanied by a summery laugh, one which calmed Cali for all but three seconds. Then, it was back to pacing, phone whipped out of the pocket of her jean shorts so that she could begin to compose her list.

“Onyx, BABY! A baby! Our baby! We have to tell the others! I’m sorry but no more training for you! Also, none of the trash Darius calls food. We should probably look into supplements too, so that the baby is as healthy as possible. Should I call a dietitian for a food plan? And materials! Are you going to make your own maternity clothes? I got paid this week so I could totally go get some fabrics if you te-”

“Y-you want to tell the others?” Onyx cut in, alarm flooding her tone. Cali froze for a second, recognizing the way Onyx’s surprised voice dipped. Oh, Cali realized, she was behaving entirely differently to anything Onyx had experienced. To how Dorran had reacted. That was enough to have Cali’s internal beast snarling, hating how the past continued to hurt. Dorran had insisted on secrecy, on punishing Onyx. Increasing her training, increasing his bullying. Afterall, that had been cheaper than birth control, or a medically safe… Cali couldn’t finish the thought.

“Of course! Onyx, you’re pregnant! This is like one of the happiest days of my life! Top five, for sure! I’m trying to think of everything we need so that we can be ready for this baby. Like, we need to look into our insurance. I don’t think my workplace insurance covers sexy mamma’s who can turn into dragons. Or Assassins. Is there supernatural insurance I need to know about? Are there any doctors for, well, non-normal human pregnancies? Are there any magical medical guides for this? And birthing classes. We need to look into those too!”

“We…” The pondering tone Onyx used broke Cali out of her packing, leading her to look up from her phone.

“… Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just sinking in, you know? It’s really nice to hear you say it. It sounds right.” Onyx explained, her face taking on a dreamy grin. She was so beautiful, glistening in the afternoon sun through the skyscraper windows. Even messy, Cali couldn’t think of anything more captivating than Onyx. Not the sirens of legend, not the most handsome of men. She doubted if the entire troupe, who were the most attractive people she knew, walked in naked that she’d be able to take off of Onyx.

“It feels right.” She confessed in a soft tone, unable to raise her voice above a whisper. The light in Onyx’s eyes… Cali had never seen something so pure. Green, like gazing up the sun through the underside of a wave. The gleam in them was more varied than a kaleidoscope of colours; brighter than diamonds. She had to look away, while her brain still had some function. There was so much that needed to happen, too many lists to write. Lists! That was a good place to start. Cali could do lists. She helped with stock intake, so a simple list on her phone would be a piece of cake! Oh, and her mother! She had to text her mother. Maybe there were some spare books…

“So, I’m going to text mom about getting some medical books out of storage. I’m pretty sure we didn’t sell all of them. They might have some more details on pregnancy. We have to come up with a way to justify everything, maybe we should discuss giving her sight. I’d prefer not telling her we’re fighting demons though. She’d absolutely spit if her daughter in-law was caught in that! Especially since you’re carrying her grandchild! I’d never live it down if I let you fight in your condition. It’d be “Cali, why are you making your girlfriend do everything? She’s pregnant! My grandbaby needs to grow!””

“Grandchild?” Onyx interrupted Cali’s exaggerated impression of her mother. Gone was the kaleidoscope, gone were the diamonds. The wave had crashed down, sending Onyx flailing into the wild tides of her worst fears without anything to hold her.

“She won’t hate me? She wouldn’t ever believe this child could be yours without knowing everything. She’ll assume I cheated. She’ll think I broke your trust and you’re just standing by me because you’re, well, you. You’re too good to walk away from somebody as broken as me.”

“Onyx, I love you. You are the most… I can’t put it into words. You are my… My light. You are not broken, Onyx. You are a literal dragon. Fierce, strong and beautiful. I am so in love with you that I cannot picture my life without you. This feels like my child already. You’ve only just told me and already I feel as if my heart will burst. Surely you can feel how much I already love them.” Cali almost pleaded, kneeling before Onyx. The current Envy assassin reached out, laying a single hand over Onyx’s quivering knee. Cali could feel everything, the tidal wave of anxiety and fears striking so hard and fast that she was almost physically knocked over. She countered, her mind parrying and weaving.

Pizza in a secret alleyway shop, the way hot cheese melted in her mouth, or the strings hanging from Onyx’s smiling lips. Little hands reaching, trying to steal pineapple as Onyx laughed. This was happiness. Love. Safe, secure, keeping their baby proceeded against her chest. So small, yet inspiring something so large. She had to protect, she needed to. Protect both the joys of her life.

The simple concept of the future flowed through their bond, a shield for Onyx to seek shelter behind. Cali herself was blown away by the intensity of her emotions for a distant possibility.

“I can.” Onyx breathed; tone full of wonder.

“I don’t know why I keep questioning you. You’re always kind and sweet. “

“People have hurt you, Onyx. I’d rather you question me a thousand times, a million times, than ever feel unsafe with me. I love you, and Mom can see how much more me I am with you in my life.” Cali insisted, fixing Onyx with an encouraging look before continuing.

“We had the talk when I told her I was bi. About if I ended up with a girl. We talked again after she met you, officially that is. I told her as long as I was with you, at least one grandchild would not be biological. If we even had children. She fully supports my choices and will love this baby with all her heart. She’ll probably spoil them rotten no matter what we say. She already loves you too! You’re the favourite daughter. She’s going to be so excited for her grandchild. Be prepared for a LOT of baby onesie- OH, this one’s cute! Onyx look!” Cali tried to remain serious, she truly did. Yet, curiosity had taken hold and her thumb had all but developed a mind of its own. Soon, she found herself glancing down at her phone, only to see a lovely pastel themed website, filled with baby onesies. Upon spotting a bear on the third row, she excitedly turned her phone to Onyx, which earned an actual squeal of delight.

“Oh my god, that looks like a little Ripley onesie!” Onyx cooed excitedly, leaning closer to support the phone. She couldn’t help but internally swoon over the adorable little bear onesie, complete with little pink pads on the feet. The little hood with adorable little ears, and the stomach patch. The tail, which concealed the buttons for easy changing.

“Right? I’m buying it! Ohh, it comes in purple! Should I get a little leopard?” Cali declared, reclaiming her phone and swiftly adding two versions of the bear to the cart. When Onyx didn’t respond, she paused, turning her gaze to the expectant mother.

“Onyx? Are you ok? Don’t you like them?” Cali asked, her voice going quieter. Once more, Onyx looked so small, trembling in the face of everything. Overwhelmed, Cali realized. Onyx was entirely overwhelmed.

“Cali. They’re both adorable. I’m just scared. How can you be sure Joyce will be ok with this?”

“Err, It’s my mom. She’ll just be thrilled to have a grandchild, no matter if they are biological or not.” Cali responded, unable to fully put into words how she knew. It was simple. It was her mom. Her mom who had supported her throughout life. Her interest in extreme sports, every bump, break and bruise. Her mom had been the first signing her casts, and selling the demon contraptions that damaged her daughter. When Cali’s father had walked out, her mom had been there, fighting to support a child emotionally and financially whilst she herself fell apart. Through teenage heartbreaks. When Cali hadn’t gotten a date for prom, it was her mother who had shoehorned her into a suit and driven her there. When Cali had finally come out as bisexual, her mom had been the first one demanding to know what type of girls Cali liked, gossiping about the boys Cali had only ever expressed interest in.

“But what if they come out with wings? Or, you know, not human?”

“Aside from me being worried how you’ll push that out of a hole the size of a lemon?” Cali questioned with a blink.

“Cali!” Onyx squealed in a mix of disbelief and horror. Her hands came up to her face, covering her suddenly flaming cheeks as she let forth an ungodly groan. Cali couldn’t help but be reminded of Ripley, how the bear concealed her muzzle when Onyx flew across the tightrope.

“Oh god, I don’t want to think about what its going to do to my… well, you know.”

“You’ll still be gorgeous, even if things are a bit different. You know, when I picture mom you, you’re always stunning. I can’t help but think our daughter will be scared her boyfriends will run off with her sexy mamma. You’ll turn into the sexiest MILF.” Cali purred, flopping onto the couch beside Onyx once again with what she hoped was a seductive grin. Strands of shaggy brown hair fluttered everywhere, sticking to Cali’s face in the most unflattering of ways. If asked, Cali would absolutely blame her uncooperative hair for her failed delivery, despite her history of appearing more like a vaguely romantic crab than seductive. Somehow, her dorky display calmed Onyx, judging by how tensed shoulders finally relaxed, and the show-stopping smile returned to her lips.

“That’ll be you, Sweetheart.” She purred in return, nuzzling closer. Cali’s phone fell to the couch, forgotten as the Envy assassin wrapped her girlfriend up in her arms. Both sighed. Everything was right with the world again, at least for a few moments.

“Mmmhmmm, agree to disagree. If our baby is born anything but human, then we tell mom the whole entire truth and teach her how to babysit. The troupe can’t always be around when we need naps, so mom will be happy to have a chance to spoil her grandkid rotten. Besides, she raised me, a dragon will be nothing her brooms of vengeance cannot handle.”

“But, what if the troupe hate me? I can’t help you guys like this.”

“You can’t turn into a dragon because you’re pregnant. That means you’re vulnerable, not useless.” Cali pointed out, giving Onyx an affectionate squeeze around the shoulders.

“Nitza will be after me. She’ll want me, and the baby.”

“I’ll die before I let anybody touch my family.” Cali growled; all traces of her humanity lost in a snarl vicious enough to rival any demon. She felt the rage bubbling, thicker than molten lava in the cradle of a volcano. It consumed, burning through her rationality until she couldn’t tell where her own protective rage ended and Onyx’s began. Onyx may be the dragon, yet Cali’s entirely human body produced sounds to rival Onyx’s alternate form. The former Envy assassin reached out, wrapping her own hand around Cali’s clenched fist, wiggling her fingers between Cali’s until the current Envy had to relax her fist. Had to let Onyx in.

“Ripley and I will protect you, we can take craving shifts! It’ll mean I won’t be on the streets with the troupe, but that does’t mean we can’t both help out here more. We can watch Avi, which will be awesome practice for baby. I can keep gear up to scratch, work on the bikes and you can have more time to design. I know your fingers must be itching to do something creative.”

“They are…” Onyx sighed l, seemingly content to have settled Cali’s rage. The blonde tucked her feet up onto the couch, barely pausing to kick her sneakers off before she wiggled her toes in silent satisfaction. Cali couldn’t help but tighten her arm around Onyx, smiling when Onyx responded by leaning into Cali’s shoulder, forehead buried in chaotic hair.

“but the others will be out fighting while I’m stuck here. It feels like hiding away and doing nothing.” Onyx trailed off, tensing. The sun set over beautiful greens when Onyx closed her eyes, the bedazzling piercing through her cheek acting like the moon across the skies of her expressions. For a moment, she trapped the soft, delicate flesh of her lower lip between gleaming teeth, as if gathering the courage to speak.

“I keep hearing Dorran.” The whispered confession had the dragon within Onyx roaring with rage, something which echoed through the bond. Cali shuddered, brows furrowing as spots took over her vision. For that brief moment she could feel it, the war within Onyx. The uncertainty and doubt mixed with rage. The latter, Cali empathized with. It burned just as brightly within her own heart, feeding into a loop of fury that promised to spiral out of control. Cali didn’t let it, she couldn’t.

Soft feathers, like laying on a marshmallow. The warmth of a spa day, the relaxation. Sticky and wet along the side of her head, into her hair. The rasp of an impossibly large tongue. Laughter. Pride. Love. The certainty of a promise.

“Ignore everything he told you.” Cali urged, barely keeping her opinion to herself. Now was not the time for her to rant about how pissed she was at her girlfriend’s ex.

“Onyx, you aren’t hiding away doing nothing. Not only are you holding a literal dragon back, you’re growing a person! Or a dragonling. You are doing the hardest job in the world. You’re creating a little Onyx! You’re nurturing and providing a safe place for baby to grow. You’re growing a life, Onyx, and sustaining them until they can sustain themselves. Even when you sleep, your body will be working. For nine months, you never get a break. That is way more exhausting than fighting demons for an hour. Can you imagine Cal’s face if he snarks at you? You can be like “Bitch, I grew a nerve cluster today, I’m currently working on a kidney.”

“Sweetheart… You have an answer for everything, don’t you?” There was no laughter in Onyx’s voice, despite the glee taking spark in her eyes. Genuine awe was slathered across her face, radiating until Cali could feel the accompanying emotions through the bond. The littler woman untangled herself from her partner, reaching out to take Cali’s hands for a few moments before her cheeks tinged pink. Without a word, Onyx lured Cali closer, placing the mechanic’s hands over her pale abdomen.

“Nup. I’m scared too, and excited. I just know that you’re my everything, and we’ll figure this out together.” Cali’s words were soft, whispered into the stillness they found themselves submerged in. Cali’s hands were burning, her palms prickling with the tingling heat as she processed what she was doing. Caramel and milk, that was the closest things Cali could associate to the swirl of their different skin colours. Her fingers looked so dark compared to Onyx, casting her in an exotic light, or perhaps Onyx in a mystical one. The duet of tones was dreamlike, earning the largest smile as Cali finally processed the meaning of the gesture. She stared, illogically fearing her callused hands might hurt Onyx and the baby. A breath, accompanied by trembling muscles the few moments before Cali surrendered and placed her hands flat against Onyx’s belly. It was unbelievable! Onyx had barely put on any weight, just enough to be barely noticeable, yet suddenly her body felt entirely new. The definition of her stomach was still there, all lithe muscle and sublime softness, yet there was more too. A curve, small enough to be imagination yet large enough for Cali’s hands to trace. To cup. To protect from the world. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill down her swollen cheeks as her smile grew large enough to rival the Cheshire cat.

“Oh, names! We need to start thinking about names!” Cali added enthusiastically, blinking away her tears. This was her future, sitting just beneath the palms of her hands. A little Wren growing, expecting them to have the perfect name. Cali began to panic. What name could be enough for their baby? Forget names, what title best fit until they decided? The baby was too clinical. Baby had that familiar quality Cali was looking for, but also couldn’t be the name they used forever.

“But I’m barely even showing yet.” Onyx playfully protested, bringing her hands to rest over Cali’s, holding them to her belly. Love. It was so pure, so overpowering. Cali lost it. Her tears began to trail down her cheeks, accompanied by little sniffles as she looked hopefully up to Onyx. Every hope and dream she had flooded the bond, sweeping them both away on a tide so impossibly sweet that the real world dared not invade. Even through their sniffles and tears, Cali laughed, appraising Onyx on a particularly important fact.

“It’s never too early to start thinking! Trust me, it’ll be the first thing my mother asks.”

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