#all of which is to say: they both caught hardcore feelings for each other and never actually voiced them until about day 48

[fennel-tea]

oh my god i forgot to upload this. have Parker (Adoration, they/them) and Basil (Hypocrisy, she/her).

Parker is a former Backstreets-medic-turned-Safety-Team-Captain who is kind of socially inept but good under pressure. Basil is a Nestborn, frankly miserable person who means very well but has such an acerbic personality that really only Parker tolerates her.

But the good news is, Parker really tolerates her.

[chloryn]

anyway if no one else will i guess it has to be me!!

klaus hc’s : the situationship edition

part one

content warning;; klaus x reader, klaus with he/they pronouns, female reader, friends to friends who have sex ?, unexpected boners, sexualization without knowledge, guilty conscience (for a minute), oral sex, 90% not canon, mostly just self indulgent writing

a/n;; there’s simply going to have to be a part two, i tried to get all my thoughts out and i couldn’t. it’s three a.m. and i got out what i could.

- it’s his fault truly, i feel like he is such a romantic

- friends first, you’d meet in the evening, at a record store maybe right before closing, or maybe in a café

- when it comes down to people asking about how you met neither of you have the same answer, always the same line

- “we’ve known each other forever”

- late night phone calls to soothe each other

- klaus would be the first to ask you to come over past the usual “hang out” hours

- “i’ve really tried everything y/n, even the hour long meditation cd”

- “please just come over and sit with me?”

- “i’m bored to death” (he’s literally immortal)

- you agree, you’re only a few blocks away from the academy anyway and besides, you couldn’t sleep either

- klaus would meet you halfway and walk you back, he hates the idea of you outside, alone, in the dark.

- definitely the first time you’ve had a good look around their room, you’d only been in it a handful of times and only for a moment or two

- klaus is a messy kind of organized, but it feels so much like him

- his bed sheets are burnt orange, and their duvet is a dark blue, there’s tons of pillows and fuzzy throws littered on the bed. it feels cozy.

- his nightstand is the cleanest thing surrounding you, an incense burner, a pack of old cigarettes, a bottle of high dollar whiskey, and some jewelry strewn around.

- it smells like the night in his room, one window cracked to let in a breeze, a soft candle burning with the scent of pine, and the scent of him causing you to feel oh so comfortable

- for a moment you question why you hadn’t spent more time with them here, why you wouldn’t want to experience such a private part of your best friends life

- but that was it exactly, this was too private

- but klaus felt better, he felt so much safer with you around, with people around in general but when he had called you he knew he wanted you specifically

- he wasn’t completely honest with you about why he couldn’t sleep or what was bothering him, he didn’t want you to know his past or what kept him up at night

- he was lucky enough to have convinced ben to let him have alone time with you, as he wasn’t sure he could keep up that charade much longer without at least claiming to be delusional

- nothing happens the first time you stay over, or the second, or third even

- the weirdest thing to happen is the morning after, at least the first time he walked you out you wore your own clothes

- by the the third “sleepover” you had strolled into the kitchen, one of their sleep shirts and a pair of boxers you prayed passed as shorts thrown on

- you had only been caught by diego and five, both of which seemed to have been in shock and blubbering, obviously a little disappointed in your decisions by the looks they gave

- you knew it looked strange, you weren’t completely oblivious. the real problem was that you expected klaus to be more conscious of what they were thinking. he wasn’t.

- after your third night over in less than two weeks ben broke the news to klaus, everyone in the house, including him honestly, thought you two were hardcore banging. maybe even more since you were sleeping over and wearing his clothes out.

- klaus was APPALLED.

- they literally had no clue what to say, he was slightly embarrassed but also he didn’t completely mind, it was obvious you two were just close friends

- the next time though he was outside your front door when they called.

- “hey”

- he was too nervous someone would embarrass you, what if you were to find out about what everyone was thinking. his house was super off limits right now.

- he figured you’d be more than happy to sleep in your bed anyway.. and maybe they wanted to snoop a little

- you guys spent such little time at your house

- the reality of it was a horrified expression and profuse apologies, you didn’t have nearly as much space or even an excuse to why your house wasn’t as tidy as you wanted it

- you let him in, walking the both of you back towards your bedroom after noting a couch is no place for a sleepover

- deja vu

- klaus would examine all your trinkets, take note of how everything smelled of you, he truly felt so calm

- “y/n?”

- as if it couldn’t get worse, he pulls out your vibrator from beneath the blanket where he sat. snickering, his ears turning a light pink.

-face flushed you would take it from him, scrambling to put it in your bedside drawer

- it finally clicks, he gets it, he knows why everyone thinks you two are at least messing around. because for the first time, he has a painfully hard cock, and it’s just the idea of you touching yourself in the same spot he’s lounging about on

- he tries so hard to play it cool, covering himself with a blanket, using his hand to gently push it down before you notice

- “you wanna do a movie tonight?”

- “ooo of course!”

- you’d beg him to watch a slasher, and as per usual he’d give in, even though he hates them passionately

- comfy clothes, and popcorn with m&ms mixed in, and sugary sweet drinks to pair with

- “pleaseeee” he’d give into your crocodile tears, giving up his clothes to please you

- turning around so one another can change clothes, covering your eyes with your hands

- shirtless klaus

- after his first *ahem* problem, it would only get worse. you’d hide your face in his chest during the jump scares or when things would get eerie, tucking your arms around his torso

- only wearing a pair of thin pajama pants, opting out of the boxers he had so kindly given to you to wear as shorts yet again, even though your entire closet was mere feet away

- he can feel the curve of your breasts against his arm, and your legs slightly intertwined with his and it may actually give him a heart attack

- god it made him feel so guilty, to know you trusted him with so much of you, your life. just for him to be sitting here, in your bed, sexualizing you while you were just trying to hang out

- he tried everything to make it stop, even thinking of how ben would scold him if he were here

- you probably had a quarter of the movie left when your balance would betray you, accidentally slipping and grazing your forearm against his dick

- both of you bolting up. a mixture of shock and embarrassment across your faces

- your thighs clench ever so slightly at the thought of his arousal being over you, tension fogging your brain

- “y/n i’m so sorry”

-“fuck”

- “i don’t know what’s going on with me tonight”

- cue klaus clambering to get up, but you ushering them back down

- “what if.. we just tried it?”

- “maybe we’re just horny, it’s not a big deal”

- soft kisses, wide eyes

- pulling down his pants, his head slightly purple with pre cum leaking, smearing on his happy trail

- “are you okay with this?”

- “you’re allowed to say no”

- slowly kissing up their thighs, licking and kissing up the shaft, suckling hickies onto their lower belly

- SO so sensitive

- “ahh, st-stop”

- “i- i’m not joking, please- please i’ll cum-“

- smooth about the transition, slipping off their pants and straddling you ever so slightly to slide his hands under his your shirt, nudging your breasts further into their hands, whimpering when their fingers wrap around and twist your pebbled nipples

- “you sound so pretty”

- “fuck, are you sure?” “you’re okay with this?” “tell me if you wanna stop, okay?”

- with your consent he slowly tugs on the waistband of his boxers that rest on your hips, letting your shirt fall back down, he may be fully naked and bare but he doesn’t wanna push you to hard

- he waits for your little nod of approval before hooking his fingers, and sliding them down your soft legs

- klaus has seen bare skin before, he’s seen people who had their cocks leaking for him, or their pussy glistening and puffy waiting for him, but he’d never seen anything that compared to you

- the way you were dripping, pussy swollen and visibly aching, clit prominent and perked up, over him, if there was a heaven waiting for him he was sure he’d found it

- he’d start slow, flattening his tongue, lapping all the way up, moaning every time the taste of you hit his tongue, until he got greedy, swirling his tongue around your clit, sucking and teasing, reaching his free hand under your shirt again to palm your tits

- messy and a bit uncoordinated, bucking your hips ever so slightly as your climax approached

-pulling his hands back and wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you still

- “‘m gonna cum, please, oh god”

- “i’m right there please honey, please”

- the endearment, that’s what would send him over the edge, he’d replay the sweetness of it in your voice over and over coming untouched, moaning and crumbling all while still pulling you closer to your orgasm

- following your orgasm till the very end, letting you guide him through, he’d speed up and slow down for as long as it took as long as he knew he was giving you a complete experience

- nuzzling and lapping up your sap

- “you’re so sweet” “so divine”

- he’d be so exhausted after, but he’d want you to have everything you needed

- “can i get you anything?” “i’ll grab you some water” “let’s clean up, i’ll help you”

- after he was sure you were well taken care of and comfortable, he’d ask you to lay with him. to soak up the afterglow of it all.

- he’d never had this kind of erotic experience before but he knew he may never have it again so he wanted to savor it. and potentially attempt to make it so good you wanted it to be a regular occurrence.

- he would give you the option of him leaving or staying, the sleepover boundary had officially been crossed creating a whole slew of new possibilities

- “stay, please”

- cuddling while sleeping was like a whole new kind of intimacy for him. the way your hair tickled his nose, being able to hear your steady breaths.

- bonus content: ben appearing at an ungodly hour to make sure klaus is okay, and realizing not only would he have to live with his nosey decision, but also with the fact that he couldn’t tell anyone what he knew.

[bubblespalace]

RANDOM DL HEADCANNONS I HAVE

Sad edition: (TW: Drug use for escapism, mentioned attempted suicide)

-Shu used to dote on Reiji as a kid. Reiji was, at first, really happy someone was paying attention to him and they were really close brothers. But when he realized Beatrix gave Shu more attention,m he started to despise him.

-Kanato can never sing a song other than Scarborough Fair, and when he is asked to, he normally replies: "That's the only song I know." (More cannon but eh)

-Reiji gets insane stress and sometimes has full-on mental breakdowns that he has to deal with alone. He comes out of his room seeming fine, and the only one who really notices is Shu, since he hears him sobbing. He never says anything because he feels as though he can't be of help.

-Ayato loved Takoyaki since he was a kid, but Cordelia never allowed him to eat it since he had to spend time studying. He still uses it as a rebelling thing, which is why he eats it so frequently.

-Laito has bad dreams about his past with Cordelia a lot more than you'd think. He wakes up sobbing hysterically, with his head in his hands.

-Subaru finds himself staring up at the tower his mother was locked in every night. He sometimes stands there looking at it motionless for hours, and he doesn't even realize it. Shu normally comes and drags him away when he finds him.

-Reiji sometimes turns to his own drugs to get an ounce of enjoyment. He's got a stash of hardcore substances, and it really affects him sometimes.

-Kanato has a select few dolls he wishes he didn't turn so quickly or even at all. He starts randomly starts crying at their feet when he misses them, but then he tries to tell himself at least this way, he has them forever.

-Subaru, on a particularly bad night, once snuck into Reiji's lab looking for something to end his misery, but Reiji caught him. They both had a civil talk that night, and Reiji stepped up as a good older brother.

-Shu sometimes listens to old recordings of Edgar and him messing around and having fun with each other. It makes him tear up, but gives him some happy memories.

[itscherrylipsforme]

Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Blurb. Reader is a "gold star" student and a good influence for him, but also a hardcore rock lover. Slightly spicy at the end so +16. Incredibly self-indulgent

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If someone had asked Rodrick what type of girl he was into he would have answered that any groupie nice and enthusiastic about him enough would play the part. After all he was sure that thousands of them would be after him the moment Löded Dipper became a smash. What certainly did not expect was... Well, falling for you instead.

And he did not mean that to sound rude. It's just that you were not in his plans (he barely knew if he had one most of the time, but if he had it you were definitely not in it). He couldn't find the way to put it in better words. You were not his type, wait no... That wasn't the truth actually. You were, but not in the way he had expected.

In one of his meeting with his bandmates they started to talk about their "dream girl". Among other less innocent requirements Rodrick added this two: "Great music taste" and "must copy with my humour". You had both, nevertheless he still believed himself to be out of his mind when he realized he had caught feelings for you.

He had seen you around in High School, it was weird to someone not to know your name. Popular was not the word he would use to describe you. Surely you were not among the people in the top of the social pyramid. Known, that was what you were. Perfect student. Nice most of the time, sarcastic and witty when needed. Most of the teachers relayed on you if they required a tutor for some of their students. That's how you started to properly talk with him.

He did not expect you to find him sitting in the library with his black headphones on. He hadn't planed that you would be his last opportunity to pass literature this year. Yet you were, so he waited for you to come. Same way he wasn't aware that his headphones weren't fully connected to his mp3. He did not expect that the drums' beat coming from there was quiet enough not to anyone else in the library to notice, but you.

"Hawkins is the best drummer ever, just after Roger Taylor of course" He did not expect that you would say that as you left your books by his side of the table.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared in his lips.

"Taylor Hawkins I mean" You shrugged "You have a great taste, I love Foo Fighters too. The Mp3 was unplugged, that's why I heard it. I thought it could be a good icebreaker to start with. Y/n by the way"

He wanted to come up with an intelligent remark, ask more about which groups you like it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, your words had surprised him more than you had expected. A whispered "I am Rodrick" and a nod was all you received as an answer. Books were opened, and you decided to start working.

Surprisingly, in the following weeks Rodrick did not only manage to learn more about the subject he was struggling with, but also about you. A strong bond was created with the time. Gifted CDs with songs he thought you would like. Singing 18 by Harbour in the front passenger seat of his van. Shared glances and jokes. Being one of the few people allowed to his band practices and that he really feel comfortable talking to... Beautiful things and memories that only made you closer. Feelings that neither of you was ready to stay out loud until one day he did.

At his house. You were trying to teach him how to do his eyeliner properly, as he still needed more practice. Eyes glued to each others, your hand resting in his face to keep him in place, your focused expression too cute to resist... So he just did it, kissed you out of the blue like his life depended on it. And instead of pushing him away as he had predicted, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hands tangled in his messy hair. The eyeliner pen long forgotten, and the make-up scattered around his face, but neither of you cared about it.

Yeah, Rodrick Heffley did not expect to fall for you. He did not foresee that you would be the one he introduced to his parents. He did not anticipate that his first official girlfriend would be called a "good influence" by his mother. Neither would he have guessed that he would end up dating the nerdiest and prettiest girl in High School to his eyes. It was astonishing that he actually smiled when you played with Manny and told him tales. And that he was not so annoyed with Greg when you were the one listening to his multiple complaints about High School. He was not prepared to giggle like he was crazy every time "Walking after you" came on the radio, and he daydream of having you on his arms.

And yet, you had a few surprises left for him to find. Late at night, coming home from a small gig his band had had. The house just for the two of you as the rest of his family was visiting his grandfather. He had to deal with a serious "Use protection" coming from his father so they could finally let you stay with him.

A trail of kisses from his lips and cheeks to his neck, too messy and sweet to ever forget them. Muttered "I love you"s. He was playing with the hem of your shirt until you nodded giving him permission to toss it aside. He certainly did not contemplated the idea of finding a lacy pinky bra below the leather jacket you had borrowed from him. Furthermore, he wasn't prepared to find it so hot and cute at the same time.

"You know what, pretty girl?" He whispered as he started kissing your collarbone "You were unexpected. But what a wonderful surprise you are"

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[lilpotatjj]

Imagine the reader has an acting job on a film and finds out that they are going to be working with Bella ramsey (who they have had a crush on for ages) and then meets Bella snd finds out that they basically both like each other. Then, after shooting they both go to Bella’s house and have s*x but it’s the readers first time with a girl!

A/N: writing readers first time with a girl is rly cute. I also don't have any experience in making out with a girl. I just wish I could tell my Co Worker, which funfact looks a lot like Bella,that I really like her...welp Idk🤣 sooooo...hope you like it and thank u for ur request sweety <33

Warning: Scissoring, pet names, fingering, Bella being waaay to cute, fluff, kissing. so if u don't wanna read that filthy smut feel free to ignore😇

Wordcount: 1,3k

Proofread: nope (only had 30min to write that lol)

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♡Crazy feelings♡ (18+)

Lying in bed with someone you never thought you would ever talk to. Naked.....to each other and completely caught off guard.

Yup...

You...

You and...bella?

You and bella!

Yes. It wasn't planned to end like this. But when is anything ever planned?

You are dead tired because it is the middle of the night. A new co-worker is about to arrive, with whom you have a few scenes together. You sip your 5th coffee and spit it right back out when you see who's coming on set.

The Lady of Bear Island, but she is all grown up.

Bella Ramsey is your partner for the rest of the shooting? That's a joke....but you don't feel like laughing because she's what's called an addict. For years now you've been following her projects and trying to stay on top of them.

"Morning" she says, cuddling everyone she already knows. To those she sees for the first time she shakes hands a bit shyly.

"Haah...?" The only thing that comes out of your mouth as Bella shakes your hand. Really?

Get a grip Y/N

"Oh agh..sorry I'm Y/N, nice to finally meet you in person! I mean here on set!" You're totally flummoxed and look down in embarrassment. Bella has to laugh lightly...another one of her super cute giggles.

Shit...now you have to stay calm while working too. This will be pretty hard.

"You're cute" she says dryly without batting an eye. Wait what? Eeeeh.....ok. shit starts getting real.

Days go by and you two get along great. You try not to let anything show, but you have to look at her all the time. Bella doesn't miss that and often stares back cheekily.

"What...? Are you my hardcore fan?"

"And if so?" Yup you just said that out loud.

Fuck

Bella stares at you and actually got red cheeks this time. Now she's the speechless one.

"Maybe I would like that" her eyes are only on you now.

"Because of you, I can never think clearly on the set."

"Maybe that was my goal from the beginning..." she comes menacingly close, making your breath catch. She kisses you carefully to test if you want it as much as she does.

You can't believe what's happening here and despite a brief hesitation you go in for her kiss. Damn, she's driving you crazy and your break is about to end.

"You are so damn cute. I've felt that since the first time we met."

"Wow...I wouldn't-..I...Me? I've never thought that" you look at her in amazement and Bella finds it hard to pull herself together.

"Are you ok...?" You look at her worriedly.

"Yes...you are just too cute...I just want to go to my place and spend time with you"

"Ok....I'll handle it" you clarify with the film director that you can get a break for today, as if Bella wouldn't feel well and together you go to Bella.

"It's really nice here" you look around relaxed.

"Yes, thank you. I'm lucky that the location is not far away from set" Bella throws herself on the couch and takes a deep breath. "Do you want to join me?" She looks at you with hopeful eyes.

"Ok...I'd love to" you are a little unsure. You've never done all this with a girl before. There were the last two guys...but they were never serious. Bella seems very sweet so far.

"I don't know how long I've liked you..but you're even better in person. Really sweet and so open. I really really like you" you sit next to her.

Bella smiles her cutest smile as she looks at you happily. This time you come closer to her and try to get your heartbeat under control. You hesitate but Bella carefully closes the gap between you and her soft lips touch yours.

A kiss, as if both of you are afraid to go too far, to let it get out of hand, but there is this desire. It bubbles deep inside you. The curiosity how it is to go further with a girl.

A slight sigh bursts out of you, unintentionally. Bella sets down briefly and kisses you again only to take your face in her hands. More demanding and greedy, Bella's breathing accelerates. She also has difficulty holding back.

"W...wait..." you look at her. "I've never done this with a girl before...I have no idea how it works".

"Ah don't worry there's no manual for that" she giggles and kisses your neck softly and nibbles it here and there. You bite your lower lip and hesitate to let go.

"It's ok...I'll guide you. I'll show you how it's done. And if you want to stop then just say"

Bella means it lovingly serious. You nod and kiss again, this time more lustfully and your adrenaline means it too good for you. You are totally excited.

After all, she's not just any girl, it's Bella. She rubs her hips against your sensitive spot, which makes you moan softly.

"I'm getting undressed ok?" She stands up and undresses one by one, your blood pressure rising rapidly. Damn your breathing is so fast, you'd think you're having a panic attack.

She just kisses you again to calm you down, which also works quite well because the desire for more grows in you.

This time you're the one pushing your hips against Bella.

"let me undress you" she speaks between kisses and you let her do it.

The kiss gets wilder, the feelings completely overwhelming. When you are also undressed, Bella slowly lies down on you, rubs her pussy against yours and you can feel how wet she is already.

Wet sounds can be heard which only drives you even more crazy. Bella which soft moans let you join in and you can't hold back any longer.

"feels...so good..that's crazy..." you're already tingling, realizing far too quickly how you're approaching your climax.

"just let it come to you...it's ok" she kisses you on the neck and shoulder which is enough to make you overshoot the mark too fast. You hide your face while moaning into her shoulder.

"nah you sound so pretty darling"

Almost annoyed that you cum too quickly, you are completely out of breath.

"I'm not done with you yet" you look at her in surprise and startle when she suddenly starts kissing your folds, licking up all your juice. You claw into her hair and tilt your head back, moaning to yourself.

"someone's still electrified" your cunt is still throbbing and every touch of Bella doesn't make it any better.

"I'm going to stick a finger in" She looks up at you and scrutinizes you as she sticks her finger inside you. You moan, completely lost, but you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

"ah come on baby, I want to hear your beautiful voice" she holds still and you press against her finger to absorb even more of the incredible feeling. She moves it slowly and can't help but smile cheekily. "That's a good girl, keep moaning...all just for me"

A second finger penetrates you, which makes the tingling even stronger. She clearly feels how your pussy around your finger clenching.

"I'm so close pleeease...don't stop" you moan almost in desperation.

"Come on baby, come all for me!" her other hand wanders to your chest, caressing it and she accelerating her movements which makes you a moaning mess.

Your cunt pulsates around her fingers as you cum for the second time. when you calm down a little she pulls out her fingers and licks them off.

"thats way better...as with boys" you say out of breath, still shaky.

"sounds good" she smiles playfully cheeky and kisses you tenderly.

"Next time...I wanna make you happy"

"Sure"

"Your to cute I can't believe it"

"Stop it" she looks cheekily.

"Nope, never"

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Smut (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

a night’s interlude (ao3) - symmetricdnp

Summary: The tour is taking its toll on Phil, and he doesn’t want to admit it.

A Nun and A Priest: You Get Me Closer to God (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan dresses up as a sexy nun for Halloween in America, he finds himself longing for a sexy priest.

Appreciation (ao3) - epsilonfive

Summary: "Shut up," Phil says, not looking away from the screen. "I have an actual week of stuff to sort through, and unless you want to take over, I'll just--" Phil stops short as he comes to a point in the footage where his ass is center view.

"Uhhh," Dan begins, wetting his lips as his cheeks heat up a little. "I can explain that, actually,"

"Mmhm,"

Beetles Bath And Beyond (ao3) - Lizzyboo

Summary: Phil just wanted a relaxing bath. Just wanted to soak in the warm water for an hour, listen to some music and read some Buffy comics. What he didn’t want, however, was to have his bath with a million beetles surrounding him from all sides, turning his relaxing time into an actual nightmare.

Lucky for him, he had a boyfriend who just knew how to make everything better.

Black Nails and Thick Thighs (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: When Dan grows his nails out to paint them it sparks a chain-reaction of fantasies in Phil’s head.

Business and Pleasure (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Dan and Phil are both extremely popular porn actors. They’ve worked on almost every scene out there, but never with each other. Until now.

But Tonight, We're Something (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In which Dan and Phil are nothing. If anything, they can’t stand each other. But they’re nothing. Even if every time they see each other, they end up having sex.

Caught (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Just because they weren’t together anymore didn’t mean that Dan couldn’t read phanfiction while he got off, right? Or at least that’s what he thought before Phil walked into the room.

Come Light Me Up (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: The clothes sharing, Dan being a teasing little shit, Phil might be slightly narcissistic or just horny with feelings fic you didn't know you needed.

Danisnotadom (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan's not a dom. Everyone swears up and down that he is, insists he is domming his boyfriend and is too good to take it in the ass.

Phil's not a sub. Everyone thinks he is, everyone thinks his baby is in charge. What they don't know is his hardcore boyfriend is actually a princess.

fade to black (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: That’s the thing about Phil. He’s a tease.

or

films, flirting, and other things that start with f.

familiar faces (ao3) - watergator

Summary: there's a handsome tesco delivery man standing in phil's doorway and he can't figure out where he recognises him from. until he does

First (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil is a little nervous about his first time with Dan. Dan is too, but it's hard not to be nervous when they care this much.

Fuck Away The Pain (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil’s boyfriend cheats on him leaving him a mix of sad, angry, and a million other unidentified emotions.Luckily Dan was always there for him.

He Toss My Salad Like His Name Romaine (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Dan is very curious about rimjobs, but won’t tell Phil that he wants one, until Phil finally suggests that they try it out.

Her / Awakening (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan feels drunk on a feeling of awakening; sexual, but also something else, something unnamed.

How To Be A Sexy Nerd (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: “If you want something, just do it, Phil.”

Just Say Yes (ao3) - intoapuddle, jestbee

Summary: Before Phil turned thirty, he'd thought that he'd spend his milestone birthday somewhere upscale, classy, perhaps by spending way too much money on food that wasn't nearly as nice as just ordering in pizza. But one friend in particular, had other plans.

Maybe (ao3) - dvp_95, intoapuddle

Summary: They’re only friends but when Dan wants more, Phil gives it to him.

nun as good (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: It’s so stupid and silly, and it’s just them in their messy kitchen, but Phil has been on edge ever since Dan first came into the kitchen in that outfit.

oh you got me shaking (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: Usually if the models talk to him, it’s just – them asking questions, Phil joking about how he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, even as he directs them.

They don’t try to argue with him, usually.

Pastel Shirts and Otis Redding (ao3) - Colourful Shakespeare (blue_popolo)

Summary: Dan isn’t gay, he isn’t straight either, and there’s a cute boy with glasses and a fringe coming over to talk to him. His names Phil and he smiles and laughs and is clumsy, he makes Dans insides twist and curl into butterflies. Suddenly Dan isn’t interested in the sport involved in the Sports Camp.

Post-Tour Agenda (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: They had lots of important things to do after the tour. Like sleep, for one. And sex. Also five months' worth of laundry. And what better way to decide who had to do laundry other than a sexy dan vs phil!

Potroast (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: In which Dan is very serious about his pottery studio, pinch pots are vaguely made, and Phil just wants to ogle his boyfriend.

ring my bells (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: You try to hide it

I know you do

When all you really want is me to come and get you

Safe (ao3) - TearDrop1234

Summary: Phil is in a mood and works his way through it with a naked Dan.

saturday (ao3) - werebothstubborn

Summary: the 100 percent accurate account of how phil's fwiff came to be

(i was there)

show you my appreciation (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Dan makes a surprise purchase after he notices a certain something catches Phil's eye in the costume store

sister daniela (ao3) - idkspookystuff

Summary: the aftermath of the baking video

Something New (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Dan wants Phil's help when trying something new, but can Phil keep his feelings for his best friend at bay?

Sunshine (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Summer sex (with consequences)

The Boy And The Builder (ao3) - intoapuddle, jestbee

Summary: Dan is stuck in a house full of builders feeling sorry for himself. Until he meets Phil, that is...

The Great Unexpected Daddy Kink (ao3) - idkspookystuff

Summary: Dan, Phil’s wonderful, amazing partner of 10 years and change, sometimes suggests things he wants in jest.

or

the one with self discovery, insta comments, and three thousand words of feelings dump and smut

The Locker Room (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Dan and Phil meet and fuck in the University showers.

Tumblr's recommended Debauchery (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: A weekend away to explore each other.

This is all sex. Check tags, please.

Under My Skin (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan gets a tattoo. He really, really enjoys the experience. A lot.

with the lights out (ao3) - irrationalqueer

Summary: Dan’s been purposely brazen and provocative since basically the beginning, comfortable in the knowledge that his body and his whispered words can make Phil hot, keep him interested. But Phil’s been kind and sweet and thoughtful and when he flirts it just feels like honesty.

[augment-techs]

Color Theory discussions: BillySkull and maybe the addition of Matt. Because I’m curious now.

Okay, now follow along with me here: it would be a very rare universe where both of these boys would be able to be Powered up at the same time, because it is feeling more in more like, in direct relevance to canon, Orange is only allowed on screen/active, when Blue is not available for the team or in the moment. In the world of the Coinless, Skull only took on all the roles associated with Orange when he had to go undercover in the guise of a Red when Billy was shot through the chest. Fern, in Cosmic Fury, was only brought into the fray because Ollie went evil and the team needed someone to pick up the slack. The Orange Empyreal only came into being because Kiya literally murdered the Blue Emissary and their shadow came to life.

Orange is basically the blood that coagulates in the wound left by a Blue being missing. But they are not the same and it really shows in how they operate.

Blue can't work with what isn't there, but Orange can not only work around such a deficiency, but actively works to bring about change despite the lack of materials and spirit.

Blue is the memory of the Morphin Grid. If we take that into consideration for this pairing, Billy retains all the knowledge and memory of every relationship he's ever had. Which, whole awesome in the long term, is not great for short term because he gets caught up in the good, the bad, the awkward, the misunderstandings, the accidents, the hurt, and the love all at the same time. Being with him can be exhausting because he is a brilliant mind trapped in an flesh prison that doesn't allow him to operate both his wits and his mouth at the same time.

Skull, contrariwise, in almost every universe and timeline, never got the chance to embrace his place in the Grid for what he actually was. It was short lived and the memory was always taken away from him. And in the Coinless universe, this is a handicap, because he is in fact drawn to Morphin Energy and can act and react to what that means in the moment--and in long term, because Orange might be the doer, but that doesn't point to the WHEN he's doing anything. He can play the long game or act on the fly, because Orange is a dual Color in tune with Change. Despite what everyone wants to believe, Blue is also based in the elements of space, slowness, and loudness. Orange based in water, thinness, and quiet. Winter is still Blue's realm, where stasis is all, allowing the Ranger to observe and say "Eureka!" Autumn is Orange's, where everything is on the cusp of something else, always changing and yet also reliable in its change. They are good together in short bursts in the beginning of their relationship, and can only become more deeply entwined if Blue recognizes their little and big failings--because Orange already knows it has failings, often more aware of them than any other color, which is a big, big part of why it's so rare. The sheer amount of AWARENESS in Orange can be exhausting; as opposed to Blue, where it can go on for days to make things better, much to the detriment of the user.

That equal yet opposite thing is REALLY strong in this pair, so it's kind of no wonder that it would take FOREVER to become a true pairing.

Now adding Green into the mix, on the other hand...

Green is the hardcore survivor of the Morphin Grid. That's a given. It occupies Spring, which is a different kind of Change than Orange, often a much more violent one. It settles easily into air, brutality, bravery--which is different from courage (Orange) and sureness (Blue)--and a cunning; that on dark nights is more insidious and selfish than it should be.

Which is probably why I have a theory that Green and Orange and Purple are something of an antithesis of each other. Green could smash Purple (both a Summer and Winter type) into the ground with little effort, while Purple could--but would prefer not to--do the same to Orange. Orange, by rights, would be perfect to teach Green a lesson if the need arouse.

Now, bare with me, because this is a lot of where my subjective thoughts come into play.

Green/Blue are generally a rather harmonious duo in canon as friends and teammates, but if the bedroom came into play, we get into something a little bit awkward, because...well, for lack of a better way to put it, I think that Blue would be the dominant in this relationship, because there is just something in the Grid dynamics that makes it feel like it's...better...than Green? Like, there are no teams that exist in any meaningful capacity without Blue. Duos are a thing, but usually cased by calamity and death. A TEAM however, can't exist without Blue. So Blue is a little bit classist as well as carrying a superiority complex towards a Color that has not only been out of the loop in team dynamics for millennia, but is HALF of Blue itself taking on Yellow.

True, Billy spirited away the Green Dragon coin to Grace Sterling to cleanse it, revive it, and lobbied to give it to Matt because he saw the potential in his friend that had been there all along, but there is still something to be said about the Color influencing the Ranger. Billy has seniority in experience and would not let Matt forget that in close quarters when frustrated. Which basically means that they'd have an insanely primal sex life with Billy NEEDING to prove superiority. I think that the sex would be just a hair's breadth away from hate sex, with both of them being totally exhausted afterwards, and the both if them CONSTANTLY forgetting about things like hydrating, aftercare, and being generally kind of stupid for days afterward. With Matt flirting and flirting and flirting SOME MORE--like a peacock--and Billy just kind of...ignoring or being annoyed with him.

Green/Orange would be the ideal starter relationship, really. Because while Green was out of the loop for ten-thousand years? There is no record of Orange EVER being used in Zordon's lifetime on Earth, except for that one time, and again, that barely counts because it was for less than a day and he was a manipulative, condescending prick about it. He doesn't want to have Rangers on the team that would call him out when he's wrong, and Orange is nothing if not THAT ONE COLOR that every single person has an opinion about; it's either loved or hated and the same thing goes for the Ranger. And Green can empathize with that, given the rocky start it had with its team because of Rita.

Not to mention that now that Matt is also the only Ranger at present that had his life put under a microscope by outing himself to give Angel Grove someone to trust during the Dome Fiasco, he is probably fully willing to find some understanding and compassion from someone who has had ample opportunities to make his life harder, but just...hasn't? Orange/Skull being that very strange combination of compassionate, stable, and bluntly honest would be something incredibly appealing to Matt in the aftermath of losing all of his friends to Rangerdom, suffering the untreated trauma of abduction on the moon, Kim dating a guy that was evil for a little while there and also for a little while was incredibly aggressive about Matt getting the Dragon Coin, and now the whole Matt killing Grace thing. Say what you want, but Skull being water and Matt being air has a HUGE symbiotic thing going on there.

Also it goes without saying, Orange and Green are a kind of equal opposites. They share something that Blue does not have and in a POLY relationship this means communicating and translating things that can't be understood from just two sides. And where Blue is urged to be on top with Green, and in control with Orange, the two can find a soft middle ground that allows harmony to go on with all three at the same time. (This would kind of fuck Green and Orange ever if a breakup or going evil thing happened in earnest, because of really obvious reasons, but we are not getting into that here.)

TLDR:

If they want a real, solid, perfect relationship, they would have to be older, at least over eighteen. They would have to know themselves a little better. They would have to be honest with themselves and EACH OTHER.

Also, and this is just my opinion, Blue/Orange works in the early days as a fling, or playing around, but would never lock down until something bad happened. Since something bad is always happening, at some point, with Green and Orange, the ideal combination and timeline for this poly would be: Blue+Orange x mistakes/miscommunication= Blue | Orange << Orange+Green x years+jealousy/experience+Blue = Green/Orange/Blue going clockwise.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

DRS: Mukuro Ikusaba

well, I hoped you would answer that question so we're off to a great start

ok, so her events really mirror the ones of real Junko, although we skipped Aoi for some reason and started with Mahiru, both start by complimenting on her skill, but where Junko wanted Mahiru to do a professional shoot of her later, Mukuro complained about magazines [ik they can come in semi-random order now, there's a loose timeline]

and said she prefers Mahiru's authentic photos over posed and edited ones

Mukuro can't guess what Akane is "saying" like Junko, so this time Tenko understands since someone has to, and then changes the subject to hate on men unprompted

I wish that were me

she tells Yasuhiro not to call her Junkie while Junko just rolled with it, doesn't want to hear her fortune all the same, but this time he tells her anyway

Not only does she convince Togami to let their whole class in on his private beach, but also makes sure he'll participate as well. And she's the first one I'm seeing talking about fans bothering ultimates

[after a two-week-long break] ok, so I stopped updating this nearing the end of Mukuro's events and well, I am actually done with her route, it was just way less interesting than Junko's, one right after the other it was a show of what she's lacking in comparison, Junko is a hurricane and I wanted to be mad

when in a flashback she calls Mukuro dull, but next to each other that how it looks like, we have this very emotional extrovert and an introvert with simple consistent ideals and worries

this is the same Mukuro we see at the beginning of THH and in the IF scenario, she's critical of magazines, complains about all the fakeness, acts as if she had an impostor syndrome (except she is the impostor), cares deeply for her sister, would do anything for her

it's really disappointing, because it looks like she wants to find her own self but in the end it all comes back to Junko, she says she does in "My future" bit, but it's betraying Junko like in the IF because she loves her. And Junko hasn't thought of her once in her events

I was thinking of following this with Monaca's events since apparently she knew Mukuro was pretending, but WoH make me uncomfortable so I'm going to save it for later, they can ruin only 1 day for me

overall, Mukuro's events are a flop, it was awkward with few exceptions (she actually impressed me in the event with Togami)

First posted on December 12-27, 2021 (twitter) Detailed notes below:

Introduction: "The real question is... which Junko am I? The Ultimate Fashionista? Or maybe..."

1st event: Mahiru Koizumi

starts with a compliment

prefers Mahiru's photographs over magazine shots, those are "edited to hell and back"

"so that's my expression in front of everyone", "even I can make a face like that"

posed photos don't feel like me, yours are authentic

2nd event: Akane Owari & Tenko Chabashira

Mukuro can't understand Akane with her mouth full like Junko did. Tenko does.

Tenko brings up negative stereotypes about fashionistas out of the blue? To hate on men?

"you take notes obsessively, Junko"

3rd event: (With Swimsuits)

Junko isn't at the camp :( they were separated before, but it's been a while so now she's worried about Junko, "I'd gotten used to being together again"

true goal?

"a cheerful person like you mumbling to herself with a frown?"

"this is far from despair", so she thinks she should be the ult despair Junko

4th event:

Yasuhiro had a vision

"it's a violation of privacy if you read my future without permission"

glossy black hair and some rad make up is the key to her success, huh?

5th event:

This time not even Mikan looks happy, the 3 of them are just awkward

Mukuro tells Toko they don't have bad blood, which would be the opposite of the real Junko

"ugh, you two are so negative..."

opposites attract (tokomaru & bandaid)

6th event:

"You've been tailing me all day", "Are you a hardcore fan?", Monaca: "Not quite"

she knows

"even if you're a child, I'll show no mercy"

she caught the bug for Gonta, Monaca gets away

7th event:

Mukuro gets embarrassed by Ibuki's compliment, rather than agree with Ibuki on wanting to be stronger she asks if she isn't fine the way she is (she already has good stamina)

Potential of Talent: "But which Talent?", "This isn't my real identity"

-Regardless of which talent, it's important to me. (memory of Junko)

"dull older sister"

"if I *did* wanna do something, it wouldn't be anything so obvious"

"I'll cooperate with whatever she pleases. I'm the only one who understands her."

-This may be unrelated to talent, but... (Hajime)

try to find something for myself (cosmetics), "not for work"

"I wanted to drop this personality after graduating anyway"

Hajime's understanding, some things are easier to say to strangers

-I am not that interested in my potential... (Jataro Kemuri)

infodumps at her about luck unprompted

it's easier for him to be hated

"I turned off my brain and listened to Jataro"

8th event:

WoH bullied Mondo for not letting them operate a rollercoaster on their own, but she praised him

lose the pompadour? over his dead body

"I'd go for a more serious look if I could"

9th event: look Makoto's route

10th event:

surprised to see Togami without Toko around

bullying him, "you're bad with girls"

I'm not popular either

aristocrats.

private beach is the only chance for famous ultimates to relax by the ocean

she convinces him to participate!

"it took me so long but this is what I really want" (having fun with everyone)

11th event:

Aoi noticed her strap slipping herself

it's mobility over fashion for her, meanwhile "Junko" just got used to revealing clothes, "with a bit of courage and a lot of time you can get used to anything"

Summer Festival: Run a stall - make and sell trinkets "I've got nimble fingers"

Y'know, Leon, I have men's trinkets too (not half bad, he'd like to make some too, bought it)

I have some Japanese-style trinkets, Hiyoko (no match for artisan masters... but she bought a hairpin)

Tsumugi, I have your supporter color! (oh, an idol she supports. She just had to buy one)

Campfire: "I don't like getting teary-eyed, but I'm going to miss it"

-Ryoma! You look like you're about to cry!

he doesn't deny it, just don't stare

she hides her feelings pretty well, but it's obvious she cares about her classmates

"Ryoma and I reminisced together"

-You're really eating your heart out, Akane! (Mukuro decides to help in the kitchen because of Akane)

-Yasuhiro, tell my fortune

Will my family's dream be realized? (answer off-screen)

My Future...

Monokuma dramatically reveals he knows she's Mukuro

"If she wants me to kill them, they're as good as dead"

"What do you suppose would happen if I betrayed Junko?" (because I love her)

End: "Hey, Junko. I found my own hope."

[adventuresinobx]

Love in Secret - Chapter 6

Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary: It’s time to leave Charleston and say goodbye to your boyfriend - at least for a while. But how will things fair long distance, and will the two of you stand the test of time now you’re not together every day?

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this chapter all week because I was so inspired to write it straight after I finished chapter 5. I’ve had this planned for months - and it came out exactly as I wanted 😭💕

Previous chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Warnings: None, just more cute fluff ❤️

“How are you feeling?” Drew asked quietly, noticing you were particularly quiet this morning. You were just lying next to him, looking away and into the distance, your back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arms tight around you. It had been a few days since the party and it was time to leave Charleston in less than 48 hours time. You didn’t know how you felt about it all; you’d considered delaying your flight 100 times just to spend more time with Drew. But you decided against it in the end, knowing you could fly out and see him again soon.

One day, you’d be living together anyway, your mind wandering to what that house might look like, whether you’d have kids, what Drew would be like as a dad. You knew it was early to think about these things - but you weren’t putting any of your dream scenarios into motion - you were just excited for the future and the day you two could get together again and you could be where you felt the most wanted, the most needed, in your entire life.

You felt him place soft kisses on your head, his arms wrapped around you. He placed soft and gentle kisses on the crown of your head, his arms snaking tighter around you with every single motion. His facial hair tickled your neck, as he scooted down a little to press kisses on the nape of your neck down to your bare shoulders. You were both still naked from last night’s activities, falling asleep tangled up with one another after the most wonderful and romantic night.

Drew had cooked for you - he was actually getting good at it - and then the two of you popped out to King Street to get some ice cream. You held hands the whole walk down the main road; it was late at night on a weekday and there was barely anyone around so you managed to feel somewhat normal as a couple for once. You had initially been a bit hesitant about holding hands in public but he had managed to convince you that this time of night was fairly low risk. There had already been some reports surface online with his most hardcore fans after one of the other partygoers caught you two cuddling in the back of one of their stories. 

“Just thinking,” you said, running your thumb across his hand, which was draped over you and resting on your tummy. He was so cosy, so warm, and sweet with the way he was holding onto you - like you were delicate and could break any second but with a warmth too.

Your mind flicked back to the night before, how he’d spent a good half an hour making you feel good, his head buried between your thighs, his stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin there. He was so good with you, and so - focused - on you. Another thing you loved about him. You, of course, returned the favour. And by the sounds of his moans, he loved it too.

“About what?” he asked. You shook your head. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to share, but he knew what it was, what had been on your mind for the last few days.

“Just don’t want to leave,” you sighed, “How will I cope with not seeing you every day or getting to snuggle up with you every single night.” You felt emotional that you were leaving your boyfriend soon; you’d been joined at the hip ever since you hit it off. And what would happen when you weren’t together? Would things just drift until you two didn’t know each other anymore? That’s what happened to you in the past.

“I love you,” he whispered, “You know that don’t you. You know I love you so much.” It was almost like he was reading your mind, but he got quite good at that over the weeks and months you’d known each other. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever expect to fall in love in a quiet city like Charleston - never did you expect to fall in love at all - but here you were, more in love than you’d ever been in your entire life and it felt good.

“I love you too,” you said, turning around to face him and cuddling into his chest. You’d miss this, every single thing about this, but you’d stay here and burn this feeling into your memory forever until there was absolutely no chance of you forgetting it. You’d never done long distance before; hell you’d never even really had a relationship before, but you knew you’d make this work somehow. You knew it would be ok.

**

You had gone home that morning, back to your apartment as you had about five or so hours to get everything ready for your flight later. Last night, Drew had given you some gifts to take home with you - a teddy for your sister, a Charleston fridge magnet for your parents (they were collectors of the craziest things) and he gave you his favourite possession yet - his black hoodie which you had seen one of the first times you stayed at his and borrowed it whenever you were at his and the cold nights when you’d sneak out to your “secret” (quiet) area to chat whilst he smoked a cigarette. It was huge and absolutely drowned you, but you liked that about it - and so did he. He had it for years, but he only wanted you to have it when you were gone. A reminder of him, and whilst it wasn’t that useful in hot Charleston, you definitely could do with it where you were from.

Drew had planned to take you to the airport, to say goodbye properly, and you weren’t sure how much you were looking forward to that. It would be hard to say goodbye to him so publicly when you were keeping things somewhat low key but he insisted, and it was nice that he cared enough that he wanted to be there.

It was about midday, and you had finished packing your stuff - the hoodie neatly folded - and ready to go in your backpack which you took on the plane with you. Drew would be here in about half an hour, or so you thought.

Your phone buzzed and you gleefully picked it up but were left confused by the words on the screen.

“Are you free to call me?” It didn’t sound good - but you did as he asked and rang Drew’s phone.

“I’m so sorry baby, they’ve called me in for voiceovers and I can’t get out of it, today of all days. I’m so sorry,” Drew immediately said, not even saying hello or anything. He just wanted to tell you. He sounded disappointed and your face showed you were too.

“That’s ok babe,” you said, trying to be strong, “It’s not like we won’t see each other again.” You held it together pretty well, but the tears did prick at your eyes.

“I’m so angry,” he said, and you heard something like his fist slam into the wall, followed by an ow from his end of the phone, “But Chase is going to come pick you up from yours and take you to the airport and he promised he’d make sure you get there ok.”

“Ok thank you, that’s kind,” you replied, not able to disagree - you had no other way to get to the airport as Drew was meant to be giving you a lift.

“I’m sorry again baby,” he said and with that, he was gone and you were left alone in your apartment and feeling a little sad at how it had all played out.

Half an hour later, Chase had arrived at your apartment block, his Bronco pulled up on the street in front. He buzzed your door and headed upstairs when you let him in. You were stood at the door when he got up to your floor and he noticed the redness is your eyes, but as a good friend didn’t say anything, he just jumped in for a hug straight away. You two had become quite close. Chase was friendly with everyone but you and him just clicked as friends and you know you’d be seeing him a lot more too, which of course you loved.

“Ready to go?” he asked, walking into your apartment. He surveyed the room, checking all the plugs were switched off and when you asked him what he was doing, he told you “Drew had asked me to check you turned everything off and you didn’t forget anything.” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Shall we then?” he asked, after he did his little inspection, as you nodded and took a moment to look around your empty apartment. Suddenly all those wonderful moments you’d shared here with Drew flashed into your mind and you had to hold in your emotions. You went to grab your luggage, but Chase stopped you, taking it for you and heading out the door with it, you following with your backpack on. He headed downstairs first, giving you a few moments alone as you switched the light off for the final time. The end of an era.

Once downstairs, you saw Chase putting your luggage into the back seat of the Bronco. You thanked him and put your backpack in the back too, before you made the way to the passenger seat, stopped by a little gift bag of stuff on the seat instead.

“What’s this?” you asked, confused.

“Oh that’s from Drew, he asked me to give it to you. It’s a little travel care pack. An eye mask, some moisturiser, snacks and something else I can’t remember,” he said, as you went to take a peek inside, “But don’t open it til you’re on the plane.” You looked a little confused, but nodded, putting it next to your feet on the floor as you climbed into the front of the car.

You sighed, looking out the “window” of the Bronco, and watching the signs for Charleston go by in the other direction. It was when you got on the Arthur Ravenel bridge that tears threatened to come out. You knew your boyfriend was working, but it would have been really nice for him to have been here to see you off.

“I miss you,” you texted him, and soon he replied to tell you he missed you too. Chase chatted with you throughout the journey. He noticed that you seemed so be a little distracted, but he continued to chat about things, anything to keep your mind off your man. He even managed to make you laugh, and you thought he was such a sweetheart for what he’d done to support you.

After a while, he decided to ask you what your plans were going forward, now you were moving back home.

“I think, I’ll just - I don’t know - go back to a normal job I guess, it’s not easy to come by these jobs,” you said, Chase nodding in response, as you carried on, “I can’t really afford to not work. And I certainly can’t afford to move away from my state, and it’s not like Drew and I can find a home anywhere, because you know - it’s expensive and he’s not gonna be there half the time.”

Chase nodded, he only knew too well how hard it was to keep a home, a base. It was why he moved to Charleston. The place had completely given him the life he dreamed of, and who was he to turn his back on that?

“I’d love to live in Charleston, it’s so nice there,” you mused, “But if Drew is in LA, it’s hell of a journey.” 

“There’s always the spare room at mine if you and Drew ever want to visit. Drew’s already started decorating it with things of his.” You laughed, that was such a Drew thing to do. “Won’t be long before there’s a picture of you two up in a photo frame there.”

You laughed, smiling to yourself, you really did love the friendship they shared. And you were glad Drew picked Chase as his best friend. No one else would have handled all this - drama - and the secrets as well as him.

“Right, here we are,” he said, heading towards the car park at the airport rather than the drop off zone.

“Oh you can just drop me off Chase,” you replied, keen that he wasn’t put out by you needing a lift.

“Don’t be silly,” he replied, “I’ll make sure you get in ok. Make sure you check in and everything.” You smiled back over at him; that was sweet of him to do that. He really had become a huge support for you, and if Drew couldn’t take you to the airport, you were glad it was him instead.

“Thank you,” you muttered, jumping out the car when he had parked up and grabbing your little gift bag from Drew and your backpack from the back of the car. You went to take the suitcase out by Chase stopped you.

“I’ve got it,” he said, “Don’t worry.” You offered to take it and again he refused, walking behind you.

“Lead the way,” he told you as you headed into the check in hall, which was buzzing with people. You headed towards the check in desk, watching as all these couples and families bid their farewells, hugging each other. You felt a lump build in your throat; all you wanted was for Drew to be here to say goodbye properly. There’s that old cliche; if you knew it was the last time you were going to see him was this morning, you would have said a better goodbye. You sighed. Too late now.

You looked back to see Chase, stopping to wait for him as he had trailed behind a bit with your case, but as you started to walk again, your head still turned back, all of a sudden you bashed into someone and their cases which were surrounding them.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” you said, looking up to meet a very very familiar face.

“Don’t you worry about that darling, fancy bumping into you here,” the voice said. That voice you’d come to know - and love - and there he was stood in front of you.

“What are you - Drew - what are you doing here?” you said, not even able to get your words out. You looked back at Chase, who stood a little away with your case giving you both some space. He gave you that smile to let you know he knew all along exactly how this was going to play out. You silently scolded him, laughing and shaking your head at him.

“Surprise,” Drew said, his arms wrapping around you as he placed his head on top of yours sweetly.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had work?” you said back, looking at him and then at Chase, who couldn’t wipe that cocky smile off his face.

“Coming to surprise you,” he said with a smile, “I didn’t have work.” You playfully slapped him on the arm.

“I thought you said no more lies,” you tutted at him and instantly he laughed, before adding that he “thought this was a good one though”. You held onto him so tight, his arms tight around you and his grip so strong. You took a deep breath, inhaling that scent of his you had come to love. It was so good to be back in his arms again.

Eventually, you managed to pull away, his arms still wrapped around you but looser now so you could look him in the eyes. You suddenly remembered you were in a busy airport and looked around, noting all the bags.

“Wait who’s bags are these?” you said, pointing out how there was one big piece of luggage and a small one next to him. You gave him a confused looks

“Mine,” he said rather proudly, “We’re going on holiday together. I’ve booked us some flights. And then back to see your mum and sister. I want to meet your family.” 

“But -“ you started to say but he pressed his finger softly against your lips, making you smile.

“I’ve already spoken to your mum, it’s sorted. She knows we’ll be with her in a week’s time. She said she can’t wait to meet me, of course.” You laughed at him, shaking your head. He was a funny one.

“Where are we going?” you asked, biting your lip with excitement. You couldn’t wait to find out.

“New York first, then onto Antigua. How does that sound?” You stood there open mouthed. “Two nights in New York and then we head to the Caribbean. I hope you’ve packed your bikini,” he said and it suddenly dawned on you that you didn’t have one.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go holiday shopping in New York baby,” he said in his normal voice before leaning in to whisper to you, “As long as I get a little fashion show when you settle on a couple of swimsuits.” You giggled and nodded, smiling at him. This was all a dream.

If you thought your goodbye was emotional, his and Chase’s were worst. Like a couple of lovesick puppies those two were, at least they were jokingly acting like they were. “I’ll text you as soon as we land,” Drew joked, as Chase bantered back: “You better do, I won’t stop thinking about you until I know you’re safe.”

You laughed and shook your head, giving Chase a hug too before you walked hand in hand with Drew through towards the security gates. He waved goodbye, you turning to wave goodbye too. “Thank you for everything,” you shouted back, giving him a beaming smile with him matching the same back.

“Shall we get some food?” Drew asked you, grinning at you as the two of you waited in the line.

When you were through security, you headed with him to one of the fast food outlets and promptly ordered near enough the whole menu with him. You had a few hours til your flight so you both just sat there, chatting and slowly eating until it was mainly all gone.

You heard your boarding call and stood up, going to clear the remnants of your food away. “Wait one second,” he said, gesturing for you to sit down at the chair nearest to his. You did as he asked, his arm flying around your shoulder as he pulled you in close.

“Did you - bring that bag I gave you?” You nodded, looking around and noticing it by your foot. You picked it up and shook it briefly. “Ok open it.”

You popped it on the table and did as he asked, carefully pulling all the tissue paper out. In the bottom was a little square shaped box. You took it out and examined it for a moment, before opening it. Inside, there was the most beautiful necklace. It was silver, no doubt, and on closer inspection, it had a word written on it. His name - in cursive letters.

“Drew,” you shrieked, throwing your arms around him and pulling him in for a hug. You peppered kisses all over his lips, smiling through them as your focus returned to the necklace he had bought for you.

“Do you like it? Can I help you put it on?” he asked, firing both questions at you before even waiting for an answer to the first one. You nodded, instantly turning away from him and pulling your hair out the way.

He swung the necklace over the front of your neck and carefully blew some of the little bits of wispy hair out of the way. You shivered at the sensation, blushing and giggling as he placed a single kiss on your neck, before securing the necklace around your neck. You turned back to face him, smiling as he adjusted the pendant bit and smiled back at you.

“I think it looks beautiful,” he said, pausing for a moment as he ran his thumb along the delicate chain, “You look beautiful. It’s beautiful.” He grinned at himself, obviously proud he had picked something so nice.

“Thank you, it’s perfect,” you muttered back, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you Drew Starkey.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: So that’s it! Chapter six done and dusted! My plan is to do one more chapter of this - an epilogue about their holiday together - cos I’m not quite ready to give up this couple just yet. Anyway I hope you liked this 💕💕

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[yn-dreamlife]

Mr. Confident

Warnings: Simping over tama, smut under the cut, daddy kink (eventually), dom/sub dynamic, he calls reader bunny, dumbmification mentioned, breeding kink, degradation (kinda)

Description: Tamakis secret confident/dominant side (you will pry this from my cold dead fucking hands)

Tamaki Amajiki was a shy guy, there was no doubt about that in everyone's mind. Well, everyone except you. You could see it, the glint in his eye when he took charge of a situation which were few and far between.

You saw it when he had to take charge and hold back three villains on his own during the mission to save Eri.

You saw it when he had to take charge during a situation with panicked civilians, when he would take charge and while yelling orders he would still be able to calm them down with his natural demeanor.

You saw it when he got recognized by a child, albeit it was much smaller than but it was there, he knew at that moment he wasn't the shy student but he was the brave pro-hero.

Now Tamaki being shy was NOT a bad thing, you found it cute and endearing. And so did everyone else, it is what allowed him to be so loved by the people.

While Mirio and Nejire were both loved for their bubby personalities he was different out of the big three. He was loved because even tho he could be 'Mr. Confidnet' as his friends would call him, he could still be soft-spoken and full of stutters.

You wouldn't change him, honestly, you wouldn't. But there was one other time you saw that glint in his eyes, and that was with you.

When you would look up at him his larger stature causing him to also have look down at you. it flickered whenever you would say "yes sir," in a teasing manner. It happened really whenever you came around, you noticed it his friends noticed it and so did he.

He enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over him when it came to you. Of course, he still blushed and stuttered and he never acted on what his confident mind wanted him to because in his mind you fell for shy him you wouldn't want 'Mr. confident'.

He was wrong in that regard, you see while you may be a hero and you may be an independent woman, you were also a naturally submissive person.

You remember the first time you really saw his confident and dominating side in your relationship. Not that he was ever the submissive mainly because you were too submissive to ever dom him.

But the first time it happened was when it was just the two of you. You on top of him riding him in bliss loving how he made you feel. And you didn't mean for it to slip, honestly.

there were other times you wanted to bring it up, on many occasions in fact but you never did because it never felt like the right time. But you two had been together for two years, you were out of high school and into the hero world.

And after being with him so long your submission was already his, there was no doubt in your mind. You always tried hard to hold it back till you two talked about it but this time it slipped.

"P-please sir!" His body tensed but you didn't stop as you saw the glint coming more to life in his eyes. "Please l-let me c-cum." you moaned out as you continued to ride him. The words that rang over and over in your mind, the begs that you never let out began to slip.

A surge went through him when the words fully processed in his head and before you could blink you were underneath him, your ass in the air. Tamaki didn't like to be on top often acting like he was too shy to pound into your tight heat like he wanted. He was just so worried you wouldn’t like that, but he did have a suspicion you would and those words just seemed to confirm it for him.

you whimpered as you felt empty and you were so close to your high, but it was cut off by a loud moan as he slammed back into you.

"Do you want to c-cum for me b-bunny?" He said lowly in your ear as he continued to move rapidly inside you. You nodded quickly but he tsked at you, "Now now I know my g-girl can use her words cant she? Be a good girl and tell me." He purred into your ear as he bit at your ear and neck his hips no longer moving.

"Please, sir! Please I need to cum so bad let me cum for you!" He relished in the way you begged for him, his confidence only growing.

"Go on bunny, cum for me." He said as he began to pound into you once again. He reached his arm down so his hand could find your clit and he rubbed it as he continued. "Show me how good I make you feel."

As he felt you come undone around him he wasn't far behind his thrust gradually becoming sloppy. But your begging pushed him over.

The words poured out of your mouth on their own accord as ecstasy washed through you. “Yes please fill me with your cum! Want your cum deep in me, breed me please sir!”

That seemed to be the final push for him and his mouth poured absolute filth into your ear as he came deep inside you.

“Gonna fill your tight little pussy bunny. You feel me stuffing your greedy little hole? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Want me to make you my own personal breeding toy?” And all you could do was moan and blissfully take it.

After that day you two sat down and had a proper talk about it. Deciding your hard and fast limits and negotiating others, setting safe-words and signals as well as establishing roles. And surprisingly Tamaki was less blushy and stuttery than you.

“Alright, bunny let me ask you, what do you want from me?” His voice was soft yet steady as he looked at you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze.

“I-I want you to-to take care of me. I want to serve you and make you feel good and I....” you trailed off.

“And you? Go on bunny, being so good for me already~” he cooed to you softly.

“Want you to make all the thoughts go away when they’re too much.” You mumbled softly get loud enough for him to hear.

“And how can I do that baby?” He whispered as he cupped your cheek.

“By uh.... well y-you know by-“ you broke finally the heat in your cheeks becoming too much as you covered your face with your shaking hands and rapidly shaking your head.

He eventually coaxed it out of you albeit, in a somewhat roundabout answer he found out you like the idea of dumbification, you want him to fuck you stupid whenever it gets to be too much.

The thought made his clock twitch but he decided that would be for another day so he allowed you two more time to talk about what you needed to.

And now a month later the time has come. He could see it, the jitteriness in your form. The agitation and the snappy attitude, you were never a brat for him every time you tried all he had to do was whisper something along the lines of

“I thought you were my good girl?” Or “don’t you want to make me happy, bunny?” And you were once again his obedient little thing.

You two had yet to delve into anything too hardcore, the most being rougher sex and dirty talk mentioning breeding. He had yet to cum in you more than once whenever he did. Nor did he act on the idea of degradation or dumbmification.

Although the idea of you becoming nothing but a babbling little cocksleve for him to use always made him rock hard. So when you came home and slammed the door and promptly threw yourself into his lap he knew what he needed to do. He wanted to see if you would ask first though so he waited.

“Hey, bunny.” He whispered softly running a hand up and down your back and running his nose along your hairline. This was the first time you two could see each other for more than just a fleeting kiss. Thanks to hero work you two had been busy.

You said nothing but have a low grunt in response along with a deep sigh. “Long few days at work?” You nodded. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head.

He held you for a bit and he could feel you grow restless. Your body shifting above him just barely stopping when his hands met your hips. “Bunny?” He whispered and you still said nothing. “If you want something use your words.” He could practically feel your body just melt at his dominating tone.

“N-need you sir.” You finally mellowed.

“You already have me right here silly.” You groaned knowing he was teasing you. Knowing he wanted you to say it. He felt your cheeks heat up as you hid your face deeper in his neck.

When he still didn’t give you what you wanted when you tried to roll your hips only to be met with his hands holding you still he heard your needy voice right near his ear.

“Please, sir. Please use me for your pleasure and don’t let me think about anything but you. Jus’ wanna make you feel good. I just want to be your little toy~”

His breath hitched, of course, he was expecting it but to hear you begging for him like that sent a wave of excitement through him.

"You want me to use you?" He whispered his teeth grazing against your earlobe as you shivered at the feeling of his warm breath.

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" He asked moving to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips. "Go one bunny, yes what?"

"Yes, daddy!" You finally squeaked and this time you had caught him off guard. No one moved, and no one spoke. You had half the mind to get up and run from the embarrassment but the second you made to do so you were being flipped onto your back only to have a blown-eyed Tamaki on top of you.

"T-tama?" you whispered.

He chuckled the sound low and deep sending a vibration through you where your chests were connected. "That's not my name anymore bunny."

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to a Demigod MC 

So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?

Intro:

The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!

… This isn’t your normal human, it is?

Lucifer

Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!

Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...

After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…

He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...

But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.

… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent... 

He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.

In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!

Mammon

The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫

He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!

When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!

Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff… 

Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️

After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?

After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).

I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?

Leviathan 

Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.

After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature! 

He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…

Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!

Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…

Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...! 

Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…

Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!

Satan

A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...

Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...

He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.

Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️

Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).

It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.

Asmodeus 

A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭

Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...

He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…

He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...

Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore. 

Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍

Beelzebub 

So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…

Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.

But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?

So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.

The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...

After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it. 

If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️ 

Belphegor 

A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…

Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?

His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick… 

The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!

Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!

His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…

He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...

He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔

So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

[refiwrites]

bestie here me out: sean boswell

like i’m currently obsessed with the idea of him poorly attempting to get with some car designer (prob is hans right hand person, like does the paint jobs/detailing for almost everyone with decently deep pockets and common sense. is an insanely good racer but rather work on cars then race them. super respected by everyone because they don’t pick sides, they pick buyers.) who dislikes everyone. no ‘friends’, only business partners. can see them being really chill with neila because she’s into cars but not into the hardcore racing and stuff? twinkie calls them his best friend and they’re like *pulls out earbud* ‘do i know you’. like this totally closed off high schooler who probably works for the yakuza/has ties to it and sean’s like ‘yeah, that’s the one i want.’

sean: we all got demons, this ones mine

*pans to y/n screaming at someone who’s double their size to give them their money, and successfully gets it*

this isn’t as much of a request as its me ranting? you don’t have to right this at all if you don’t want i know it’s detailed. but like i feel this would be a hilarious dynamic. i’m a sucker for dumb man kickass partner duos. (idk hes the ‘drift king’ mans a himbo) have a great day/night!!!❤️❤️ - fatf anon

I've decided to make some headcannons about this! I love those dynamics 🤣 and hopefully I did this justice!

Sean Boswell x Reader

Warning/s: Swearing?

GIF not mine, credits to the original owner.

So we already know that Sean flew to Tokyo because he got in trouble with racing right

So cue him going to his first day of school in Tokyo

The school in which you're enrolled in as well

Let's say when Sean saw you, you were in the back of the class, head stuck in what seemed to be a sketchpad and barely paying attention to the teacher in front

And he found you interesting until he got called by the teacher since he was literally just standing there for a couple of minutes now??

This caught your attention and you both made eye contact

Which Sean felt like it would be nice to show you a smile

Only for you to shrug and go back to work

Definitely hurt Sean's ego about .5%

Alright let's skip to Sean's first night and Twinkie dragging him to the races

The two were talking when Sean spotted you beside Neela

Sean: Hey, dude, who's that beside Neela?

Twinkie: Oh, that's Y/N, also my best friend!

Sean felt another twinge of hope that he may get a chance to get close to you

But you raised your head up and caught the both of them again staring at you

Which you sent them a "what the hell is your problem?" look

And Sean felt that hope crumble again

After a few moments later, which included Sean totalling Han's Nissan Silvia in which YOU designed

You weren't too happy seeing the poor busted car try to make its way to the rooftop

Seeing Sean being the driver

You facepalming and wanting to tear your hair out at the sight

You faced Han, which was beside you and spoke "What the hell? I didn't spend sleepless nights to design that car for some asshat to wreck it like its some kind of toy!"

To which Han just chuckled and said "Don't worry, I'll get you another one to spend your nights on."

You were irritated and shot Sean a glare

It scared him

Days after, Sean decided to stay at Han's place

To his surprise, you were there too

Busy seeing if the design you made would suit the car you were working on

And Han beside you

He stood there watching you both, feeling a pang of jealousy hit him.. which he thought was dumb when Han placed a hand on your shoulder before walking over towards him

He shrugged it off and talked with Han

As the days flew by, Sean tried his best to atleast get to know you, trying to suggest design patterns, walking to your desk some nights just to bring you coffee

Half of you found his attempts nice since no one really did that for you while the other was annoyed that he wouldn't leave you on your own

Eventually, his friends seemed to have caught on his growing feelings for you

First one being Twinkie

When Han agreed to teach Sean drifting, you were also there

Sean made the mistake of deciding to show off

Aaaand accidentally popping off his tires

You with an amused look, smirk plastered on your face, you teased him "You call that drifting?"

He retorted, "Think you can do better?"

You rolled your eyes and decided to bring out your own Nissan 350z designed by yours truly

And decided to show him how its done

Let's just say Sean ate his words after that

Han and Twinkie were also amused since they were used to you accompanied by a sketchpad, forgetting that you were also one hell of a racer and a drifter

And now get ready since Sean will literally be with you 24/7 to ask for tips and tricks to do when drifting

And he hasn't forgotten about wanting to ask you out yet

And you slowly catching feelings for the boy

Twinkie constantly teasing Sean about you

You soon began to realize what was happening and you distanced yourself for a while from Sean

Since you weren't used to getting into relationships and your last relationship/s weren't exactly wonderful

Sean being worried and trying to contact you but it just sent him straight to voicemail

And you taking time off on Han's garage

But you come back a few days later

Sean feeling his heart leap out of his chest when he heard your voice again

This time he didn't hesitate

He asked you out

And you agreed

Fast forward a few months from now

You both were happily dating

You cheered him on whenever he raced

Him being with you when people take interest on your designs

Watching you intently when you have to stop yourself from shouting at your 6ft tall client

"Like I said, 25,000 bucks or you're free to get outta here."

Sean being amused when the client agrees

Being there when he became the new D.K

Him helping you when designing cars, saying words of encouragement and bringing you snacks and drinks from time to time

You kissing him on the cheek, sometines on the lips when he brings you food

Helping each other out about cars

Both of you drifting together

Drift dates!

But he still isn't able to beat you though

Spending quality time together when you both get some free time

Overall you were glad to have Sean in your life, and this also made you appreciate the people around you more

[idy-ll-ique]

Any Doctors Here?

pairing: mob boss!steve rogers x doctor!f!reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentions of burns and hospitals

requested: nope

summary: while visiting his favorite bar, steve stumbles upon a new bartender, but there is something off about her. after a small conversation, he finds out that she is indeed overqualified for the job; she was a jobless doctor in need of money. well, it just so happens that the last doctor that worked for steve quit, there was a slot open...

author's note: hiya peeps enjoy!

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Steve walked into the bar, looking around. All faces turned to him immediately. He smirked slightly when he saw everyone look away, squirming. Steve Rogers was a nationally recognized mobster boss. Sure, he was on the negative side but police had given up on him years ago. He roamed the streets freely now, much to the fear of people.

He wouldn't think of harming an innocent soul, but people didn't know that. He found their fear amusing so he never said anything. He walked up to the bartender, sitting in front of her. She gave him a smile. "What would it be, Mr Rogers?" she asked, turning back to the bottles kept on the shelf behind her.

Steve checked her out while she turned away. He decided that she was pretty, very much so. "Whiskey, please, darling," he told her, leaning against the counter. He also noticed that she was the only one not afraid of him. "What's your name?" he asked her as she prepared his drink.

"My name is no," she sang and he raised an eyebrow at her. Her confidence and sass surprised him. "I'm just kidding! I'm Y/N," she laughed, passing his glass to him. A second later, he laughed, too. "Y/N, pretty name. You aren't afraid of me?" he questioned curiously, downing the whiskey in one go.

"Not really. Why would I be?" she shrugged. "Don't you know who I am?" he asked her, shocked. "I literally addressed you by your name when you came in."

He had forgotten about that.

"Ah, right. Um, okay." For the first time in his life, he was stumped. He never had trouble talking to women, but something about Y/N was odd. He had to keep the conversation going. "So, uh, do you work here?" he blurted out. What if this was her cover and she really was someone else?

Would explain her nonchalance. "I love how you say something so obvious with such a sense of discovery," she smiled sassily, leaning on the counter in front of him. Her sarcasm was getting under his skin now but somehow, he liked it.

She was fierce. "No, I mean, do you work here permanently or is this a sort of part time job?" he rephrased, rolling his eyes. "Part time, you guessed right. I have an MBBS, no job," she chuckled. Ah, a doctor. The fact that she was well-educated sat right with Steve. She behaved like an intellectual. "Oh, that's nice." He ordered a few more drinks.

They continued talking but suddenly heard a scream.

Y/N and Steve turned around to see a man clutching his arm which had a burn visible on it. "Any doctors here?" his girlfriend screamed as the man groaned in pain. Y/N instantly ran towards him, grabbing a bottle of cold water along the way. She opened it and gently poured the water on his arm, which made the man sigh in relief.

"Call an ambulance right now," Y/N expertly told the girl, who nodded. She talked to someone on the phone as Y/N rolled up the sleeves of that man's hoodie. Steve watched all this with a slight smile on his face.

He was well used to having personal doctors and the last guy had just left the job. He felt like Y/N would be the perfect person for the job. She had an education anyway, how bad could it be? Also, he would pay her better than this small bar or any government job could ever. She deserved better pay.

Soon, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. Y/N walked back to the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. "So, uh, sorry about that," she muttered, smiling sheepishly at Steve.

"Don't be, please. You saved that man," he swiftly reassured her, shaking his head. Y/N nodded and silence fell between the two of them. "I have to ask you something," Steve blurted out. Y/N looked at him and nodded curiously. He proposed his idea to her and needless to say, Y/N was shocked.

Agreeing to work with a famous mobster was not something she expected would happen that day. She considered for a moment. Working with Steve could be nice…

He told her he would pay her well, she was already sold. She made her decision and nodded. "I agree," she smiled and Steve's eyes lit up with happiness. "Okay, here's my address, will you be able to stop by tomorrow?" he asked, jotting down his address on a tissue. "No problem. Bye!" she waved as he walked out of the bar. Y/N squealed, looking down the tissue paper.

Steve smiled as he walked back home. As he walked home, he couldn't stop thinking about the woman. Y/N. Beautiful, sassy, helpful, caring, fierce, intelligent… She was a package deal. A good one, of course. Was he getting a crush on the pretty bartender? He sighed and smiled again as he realized… he was.

Y/N's shift ended 2 hours later. She shrugged on her coat and walked outside, breathing in the outside air. As she walked home, she, too, couldn't stop thinking about the one and only, Steve Rogers.

That man oozed power and dominance wherever he went. He was a wealthy man, considering he dealt with black markets all the time. Not to mention his handsomeness. Y/N knew women who were head over heels for Steve. She used to think they shouldn't be, until she met him tonight.

Steve had been nothing but polite with her. He cracked good jokes and was really not the man Y/N expected him to be. Now that she knew that side of his, she finally acknowledged her crush on him.

Sure, she had a crush on him like the other women. But she kept it hidden given his position and job. A mobster boss? She could do so much better and safer. Y/N sighed as she reached home.

Oh, what will her feelings evolve into?

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Y/N stood outside Steve's extravagant mansion, reconsidering her decision. She was dressed in a simple, flowy white sundress. She took in a deep breath and walked through the gates. The walk from the gates to the door of the mansion was long, but Y/N appreciated it since it gave her time to look at his pretty garden.

As soon as she walked up the stairs to the door, it opened. Steve stood there, dressed handsomely in a black suit. Steve, when he saw her, nearly choked on his own spit.

The dress she wore was damn close to being mistaken as a wedding dress. Honestly, Y/N looked like a bride to him. His bride, he thought to himself. Stop it, you met her yesterday! Similar thoughts were running through Y/N's head.

"Y/N! So glad you came." Steve smiled broadly to hide his inappropriate thoughts. "Hi Mr Rogers," she waved, letting him wrap his arms around her as he hugged her. "Steve, please." He kept his arm around her as they walked inside, towards her infirmary. Y/N noticed that there were guards outside every room they passed.

Steve, meanwhile, noticed how all the guards were smirking cheekily at him. He went a bit red and glared at them. The two lovebirds finally reached the infirmary of the mansion. Y/N gasped in awe as Steve opened the door to the beautiful room. "This will be your office," he told her proudly and she gave him a broad smile.

"I will love working here!" she squealed, jumping into his arms. Caught off guard, Steve stumbled backwards but hugged her back. After looking around the room, they walked outside. Steve led her up the stairs, where the bedrooms were.

She would be staying there, that would ensure her availability 24/7. It wasn't really a big deal for Steve, the mansion was super big and cozy. Y/N was confused, though. What could be upstairs? To her surprise, Steve showed her to a bedroom. "Um, this bedroom is nice, I guess. But why are you showing me this?"

"You'll be living here," Steve said, shrugging. Y/N's eyes widened. "And who decided that?" she scoffed. "I thought you knew," Steve narrowed his eyes, confused. "I knew that I'd be staying at your place? How?" she yelled. Didn't she wanna stay there? "Because you're working for me!" he yelled back.

His temper snapped. "You don't own me, Rogers, I'm only working for you. You can't tell me where I'm supposed to live and where not," she spat bitterly. Steve glared at her use of his last name. "How else do you think I'm going to ensure you are available everyday?" he shouted, crossing his arms. Both of them held glares on their faces.

Suddenly, Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled and Steve's glare softened. "Don't apologize. I should've told you before," he said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Do you still want me around?" she asked tiredly, looking at him.

He nodded readily, of course he did. For his sake as well. "Good. When do I move in?" she chuckled. "Any time you want," he told her, smiling. He gave her a tour of the mansion and she left.

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6 months passed since Y/N agreed to work with Steve. And what fun those months were... Y/N loved living with the mobster boss. He brought patients nearly everyday, though. In her free time, Y/N roamed around the mansion, cooked or went to the garden to enjoy the view.

She loved the garden especially, it was filled with beautiful flowers and there was a swing, too. She and Steve did not hang out much, he was always busy some way or another. Today, that wasn't the case. Y/N had fallen for the man, indefinitely. They found out more about each other when they started living together.

She found out that he was actually a sweetheart under that hardcore facade and Steve found out that he missed being in a steady relationship. He had had girlfriends before but only for nights, or weeks, at length. Never more than that. Now that Y/N was in his life, he wanted nothing more than to be hers. They had lived together for 6 months now and Steve was sure he loved her.

He couldn't find the courage to confess. What if she didn't like him back, thought he was weird and quit working for him? What if she stopped living with him? She loved the mansion, all her needs were met here. Would she give that up just because he confessed? He couldn't risk it. Y/N was worried about the same things but from different perspectives.

What if he fired her, made her pack her bags and leave? She didn't want to go.

Y/N sighed as she lay down on the soft grass of the garden, reading a book. Steve was right next to her, picking the petals off a flower. She noticed him and laughed. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked him, smirking. "She loves me, she loves me not," he smirked back, now used to her sass. "About whom?" Y/N snorted, sitting up.

She was a bit disheartened. "This really great woman I know. She's really beautiful, you know? She's also super intelligent, by the way. And she's caring, kind, helpful… I love her." Y/N's heart shattered at his words. He loved this woman. Meaning, her feelings were useless.

"She sounds lovely," Y/N choked out, looking at her book. "She is. But I don't know if she likes me back. We've only known each other for 6 months, I met her at a bar. There are a lot of disastrous things that could happen if I confessed," Steve sighed, smiling at her. Something struck inside Y/N's head.

He was talking about her!

"Like what?" she asked, now smiling at him. "Oh, I don't know… she wouldn't like me back, move out, stop working for me, agree to never see me again… I don't want that to happen," he chuckled, looking at Y/N. She shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm pretty sure none of it would happen. She would definitely say she loves you back," Y/N whispered. Steve hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "Do you really?" he asked softly. "I do, Steve, what's there not to like about you?" she chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"The fact that I'm a mobster?" he chuckled into her shoulder, pulling her on his lap. "I don't care about that. You're so much more than that. You're a good man, you treat innocent people nicely… you're a sweetheart when you want to be," she giggled, kissing the top of his head.

Steve pulled away and brought her face closer to his, pressing their lips together. He had waited so long for this to happen. Y/N kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I love you," Steve breathed out, smiling up at his woman. "I love you, too," Y/N grinned. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden together.

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[hanoella]

A Matter of Time (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x healer!Reader

Word Count: Just under 3k

Summary: Healing others took a lot out of you. It was only a matter of time until it was going to be too much on your body.

Warnings: Hardcore angst, blood, grave injury, explicit description of injury, medical life support, needles? still not good at this stuff.

A/N: Another @wkemeup writing challenge prompt! Thanks so much everyone for all the love and support on my first fic!

Prompt: Believing they’re about to die, Character A confesses their feelings for Character B before they pass out.

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           It was only a matter of time.

          Healing always took so much out of you. One day, it was going to be too much for your body to handle. You hadn’t explicitly told anyone that it drains you. Only the observant picked up on it. It’s the reason why Natasha never asked for your help with minor things. It’s also why Bucky plain refused your help nowadays. He was hyper aware of everything around him and that included you. He always saw the light sheen of sweat forming on your brow, the way you became slightly breathless, and the increase in your pulse. When there was a major injury, he was very well aware of the tell-tale signs of exhaustion.

          The very first time that he let you work on his shoulder, he had asked what it was like out of curiosity.

          “Well… it’s kind of like projecting the pain onto myself. I’ve always been very in tune with my body. So ever since this,” you pause to gesture with your hands. “I can usually tell what the problem is. For example, I can tell that this specific muscle is bothering you,” you say as you gently put pressure on the specific aching tendon in his arm. Bucky winced before feeling the warmth reach deep into his muscles. He let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Turning slightly so that you could partly see his face, he thanked you. For a reason he couldn’t understand, a big smile slowly developed on your face.

          “What?” He asked.

          “Nothing, I’m just glad you finally let me work on it. I can see now that you’ve been… suffering. I’m just happy you’re feeling better.”

          Bucky felt his face flush slightly and turned back to face forward. Amused, you started humming lightly as you continued your work.

           Not that he would admit it but since then, there may have been… other reasons why he is always paying close attention to you. You reminded him of Steve. Somebody who was truly selfless. The one to make the sacrifice play. You may be less on the forefront of the battles but the work and the sacrifices you make for the world were just as big. Bucky found that he admired you for that. It stirred up feelings in his chest that he chose to ignore. It also made him nervous.

           Every time you were needed, he was assigned as your bodyguard. You could handle yourself better than the average civilian, but you wouldn’t consider yourself a fighter. Considering that he preferred to stay out of the spotlight, as well as the fact that his relationship with the public was still rocky, it ended up being the ideal position for him. At first, he was nervous because he was protecting something incredibly important. More so than any jewel or riches that existed. You were someone that could practically bring someone back from the dead. If he couldn’t protect you, he was practically sentencing anyone who would need your help in the future, to death. Certainly, a weighty responsibility that would make anyone nervous.

           It grew to be more than that though. Each time he protected you from a threat, no matter how small, your appreciation made it worth it. Your gratitude, which manifested itself into words, notes, and small gifts, sustained him. He had a hidden drawer filled with smiley faces on post it notes and cute little Tupperware containers that had held homemade sweet treats.

          But his favorite reward was not anything he could bring back to his apartment. It was your touch. The small brushes against his arm grew into touches and squeezes. In turn, it grew into grasping his hand while thanking him and once, a quick hug before you jumped back and apologized. He blushed lightly and looked away, letting you know that it was okay, he didn’t mind. Actually, Bucky would’ve preferred for that moment to have lasted forever. Because when you pulled away, he was suddenly aware of how starved he felt without your touch. That one action had been the gateway to a life filled with longing. He would chase that feeling forever; He could not bear the thought of being without you. That’s what made him nervous. He felt like he couldn’t think clearly anymore around you. He was going to make a mistake.

          It was only a matter of time.

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          Waiting in the Quinjet with Bucky, you listened for updates on the mission. This time, they had gotten intel about a subbranch of Hydra dedicated to chemical warfare. Fearing another threat like anthrax, you set out to stop it. Everyone was in the building and you were on standby in case any pathogens got loose. Wanda could contain it, and you could eradicate it by healing all of the infected, and then they could disinfect the area. Hopefully, though, it was just a precaution.

           The atmosphere was calm, the lights off since the night sky was clear in the mountains. Moonlight filtering in through the front windshield, you were taking Bucky through the latest playlist you had curated for him when Nat radioed in.

           “We’ve almost got the lab secured. No injuries.”

           “Word.” You radioed back casually as Bucky looked at you confused.

           You were about to explain the response and pull up urban dictionary when Steve radioed back as well.

           “We had a group escape, some guards protecting the head researcher. They’re headed towards the jet. He blocked off the tunnel he used to escape so they’ll get to you before we can reach him.”

           “Copy that.” Bucky radioed back as he got up.

           When you got up to follow him, he gave you a look.

           “Hey, don’t look at me like that! I’m not completely useless. Besides, I think I could take on a lab lackey.”

          “I don’t want you to get caught up in the rest of it.” He responded seriously.

          Looking at him and realizing it wasn’t up for debate, your expression sobered up.

          “Okay. Just be careful, please.”

          He nodded as he heard voices approaching. He headed down the ramp and met them outside of the jet. You peaked out of the opening of the ramp as he took them out one by one. When all five were on the ground, you came out and checked to make sure he was okay.

          “Wow, impressive.” You commented, nudging one of the guys with your foot.

          “Wait,” you said, eyebrows scrunching together. “None of these guys are in a lab coat.”

           Just as he was about to respond, he glanced to the side and quickly pushed you out of the way. The lab coat tackled him where you had just been standing. They went rolling towards the edge of the cliff and you shouted his name.

           “Bucky!”

           He kicked the researcher away from him while still on the ground. As the man started rolling off of the cliff, he grabbed Bucky’s leg. Bucky started scrambling to find a grip as the scientist slid off the cliff, trying to take Bucky with him. You ran over to the edge, grabbing Bucky’s arm to support him as he tried to kick the guard off of his leg.

           “With you out of the picture, the path forward will be successful. Hail Hydra.” He shouted as he grabbed a knife from his pocket and stabbed it into Bucky’s thigh.

           Bucky grunted loudly as the scientist took the knife out and stabbed it back in. You strained to hold him up as he struggled to kick him off, blood streaming down his leg. With one more heavy kick, the man lost his grip and fell down the mountain. At the same time, the force of the kick had loosened the ground under you. There was a crack and you locked eyes with Bucky in panic.

          You cried out as you used all of your strength to bring him back up over the cliff. It started falling away as soon as Bucky had found his footing and he lunged towards the jet while grabbing you. He held you with one arm and kept you from hitting the ground as the other forearm took the impact and held you both up. Looking incredulously at the strength of his arm and then turning your head back to look at him, he gently set you down. You were both breathing heavily as you lifted your head to see the platform you were just standing on was now gone.

           You laid your head back down and closed your eyes in relief. Bucky took the opportunity to take you in. Your hair formed a halo around your face perfectly as it was spread out on the grass and the moon’s light made you look like your skin was glowing. You looked ethereal. Before you got the chance to see him gazing at you, he flopped over onto his back next to you, catching his breath. You looked over at him, the stars now reflected in your eyes, and started laughing lightly. He didn’t know what you were laughing at, but it made him start laughing. As it subsided, you sat up and faced him.

           “Can I please heal those?” You asked, gesturing towards his leg. You had never worked on his thighs and you wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

           He paused, partly out of shyness and partly not wanting to tire you out. Your gaze lingered on the wounds and he saw how much it worried you. He nodded and you leaned over to take a look. As you moved the blood-soaked fabric out of the way, he winced. The wounds were deep and bleeding still. You focused your hands overtop the injury and concentrated. The soft white glow enveloped your hands and his leg. He watched as the bleeding started slowing. After a few moments, the wound started closing and the pain started easing. Bucky tried to get up as soon as it became bearable, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. Though your breath was slightly strained, the determination in your eyes stopped him and he slowly laid back down. Soon enough, he couldn’t even tell that anything had happened. Once it was completely healed, you then flopped down next to him.

          You both settled, watching the clouds pass in front of the moon and stars. After you caught your breath, you spoke:

           “Bucky Barnes, I owe you my life. Several times over. Thank you.”

           “I think you’re the one who just saved my life, doll.” He said, amused.

           “Ooh, doll. Somebody’s finally warming up to me.” You said, laughter in your tone as you stood up. “Do you call every damsel in distress you save a doll?”

          The answer to that question was “no” but before he could respond, you held your hand out to him. Bucky sat up and accepted it, standing all the way up. As he let go of your hand, you wrapped your arms around his midsection, cheek resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Bucky swallowed and then slowly brought his arms around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. Content.

          Unexpectedly, he stiffened. Something was wrong.

          “Bucky?” You called his name hesitantly as you stepped out from his grasp.

          You peered at his face and saw his pupils so blown out that you could barely see the blue anymore.

          “Bucky!?” You shouted as he fell to the ground.

          He couldn’t control anything except for his eyes as muscles all over his body started twitching. You knelt down and panicked, laying your hands against his chest, searching for an explanation. You hovered your hands over his heart and felt it so tight and strained it was barely pumping. You felt as if you were choking, and you weren’t even feeling the full effect.

          Cardiac arrest. How is this possible?

          You racked your brain for explanations. You instantly thought of the researcher. You traced a strange substance you felt through his veins until you found where it originated- from the knife wound.

           Poison.

           At this point, it had reached his heart. What little it was pumping was spreading the poison. It’s completely taken over his blood. You locked eyes with Bucky and saw the pain and panic in his eyes, his clenched jaw, and the tendons in his neck, outlined clearly by the strain. He was suffering.

          No. Much worse.

          He was dying.

          You had to save him.

          You interlocked one hand over top of the other and started doing compressions on his chest. What was normally a soft white light was now blinding. You could see the outline of his heart, and with each pump, the white light travelled an inch down his veins. Slowly, with each thrust, the white light made it further and further out from his heart.

          “What happened!?” Steve shouted. You hadn’t even heard the team come back.

          “We saw the light and came back as fast as we could!” Sam said.

          You shrugged Steve’s hand off your shoulder as you continued compressions.

          “Poison.” You panted.

          Thump.

          “He’s-”

          Thump.

          “Dying.”

          Thump.

          You hadn’t realized you were crying. Tears now spilled freely onto Bucky’s jacket.

          Steve stayed kneeling next to you as the rest of the team stood back, watching in amazement as the light made its way through Bucky’s body.

          Bucky locked eyes with him. He placed a hand on Buck’s head and wiped the sweat off of his brow.

          “You’re gonna be okay, Buck. You’ll pull through.” He said with a small reassuring smile.

          It wasn’t himself he was worried about. He’d never seen you exert yourself this much. He was in so much pain but dying would be better than seeing you go through this.

          You shouted with each thrust, trying to keep yourself from tiring out and stopping. The white light had made its way back around to the heart and Bucky’s entire body started relaxing. You felt relief as he stopped seizing and his eyes started closing. As you wiped the sweat off of your face, you realized your nose was bleeding. Just as you were about to sit back, you froze.

          There’s no heartbeat. You desperately connected yourself back to his body and felt that his organs were shutting down. You started compressions again, this time more vigorously. You were going to have to filter his organs for multiple rounds to reach every part, every cell affected by the poison. You wailed, crying harder as you felt his ribs crack from the force and then heal, only to be cracked again. You were starting to get lightheaded, and your muscles were burning. You could not keep it up for much longer. Desperate to get him back, you call to Steve beside you.

          “Steve. There’s. Adrenaline. In. Jet.” You gasped between each push.

          Steve was so distraught between seeing the both of you that he didn’t move right away. Natasha instinctively ran to the jet and brought it back, digging through it until she found the syringe and uncapped the needle.

          Natasha knew she didn’t need to confirm whether you really wanted to do this.

          “Injecting now.”

          She thrust the needle into your thigh and clicked the top, releasing the spring and shooting the needle into the muscle.

          You wailed again in anguish, fighting through the pain until you felt it hit your heart. The light had turned into a pillar, a beacon in the sky. Your hair once again in a halo, floating around you. The team had to shield their eyes and brace themselves against the force that hit them. You put newfound strength into each push until you could feel that every single drop of poison was filtered out of his body. Finally, Bucky opened his eyes.

          You stopped pushing on his chest.

          “Bucky?” you asked hoarsely.

          He was still coming to but was well enough to sit up. He clutched at his chest and found no pain. He then looked at his hand.

          “How did you-?”

          You fell over.

          Bucky scrambled over to you and pulled you into his arms. You coughed against his chest, bloodying his shirt. He looked at you and then at Steve, mouth agape. Steve could only look sadly back.

          He cradled you and brushed the hair out of your face, blood from your nose and mouth smearing before being covered by the new blood steadily streaming out.

          “I’m sorry,” You said softly, the sleepy look on your face deceivingly masking the gravitas of the situation.

          “Don’t apologize.” He said quietly, pausing to keep the tears from showing. It proved to be pointless as his voice cracked, asking:

          “Why would you do this? You should’ve just let me die.”

          You closed your eyes.

          “Because I love you, Buck. Always have.” You slurred tiredly.

          You whimpered and then stilled.

          Bucky cried while rocking you in his arms.

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Part II

          You opened your eyes to a black room. No, not a room. There were no walls. You glanced down at your hands. You could still see them so it wasn’t dark, just… black.

          “Well, hello.”

          You spun around and saw the source of the voice.

          A serene, beautiful woman who had long dark hair and dressed in a green tunic addressed you.

          “What has brought you here, young one?”

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Couple’s Getaway

Chapter Five

Erik and his best friend’s wife are feeling each other more than they should. 

The next chapter will be the last of this first book and it will be shorter. Book two will focus on what happens after Cabo San Lucas. I just wanted to say thank you to my readers and supporters! I hope you enjoy this one. 

Warnings: AU!Erik, teasing, nasty talk, oral sex, slight humor, HARDCORE SMUT, tender smut, flash back

PART ONE  PART TWO   PART THREE   PART FOUR

 Arnelle and Shaunice had been reading up about swingers for a little over a month now. wife swapping, husband swapping or partner swapping, swinging is a sexual activity in which both singles and partners in a committed relationship sexually engage with others for recreational purposes. Swinging is a form of non-monogamy and is an open relationship. People may choose a swinging lifestyle for a variety of reasons. Many cite an increased quality and quantity of sex. Some people may engage in swinging to add variety into their otherwise conventional sex lives or due to their curiosity. Some couples see swinging as a healthy outlet and means to strengthen their relationship. Currently, Arnelle is on his way to the airport in an Uber with Shaunice. He spent the evening at her place in a guest room so they could leave together. Arnelle hadn't seen Shaunice since they came over for dinner some months back. She looked good—wearing a black sports bra with black biker shorts and an oversized red, white, and black flannel shirt. Makeup free, 3B curls styled in a wash-and-go, and toes painted white. Arnelle couldn't keep his eyes off the way her skin looked so bronze in the sun.

"Sleep well?" She asked on the ride over.

"The bed makes you think you're sleeping on a cloud. Sorry I got in so late after work."

"It's okay. I cleaned up a little after my mom and sis left. I hadn't seen them in so long, it felt good to spend time with them."

Shaunice exhaled and Arnelle caught the way her breasts poked out, hard nipples visible through her bra.

"So...are you going to tell me what happened between you and Nicole? Why you two had a fight?"

Arnelle takes off his aviator shades, "It's...it's too deep and I don't really want to get into that. We have an exciting trip ahead of us."

Shaunice's eyes traveled down the fitted burgundy short sleeve shirt he wore, then his black Nike track pants. His phone rested in his lap directly over his...

"I understand. You're right. We can discuss something else," Shaunice scoots closer to him, "Like...the plan we have for them."

Arnelle gave Shaunice an approving smile that made her feel all warm inside. It didn't help that their legs and arms were touching. He smelled so good—she wanted to bury her nose in his neck. The temptation was killing her when he stayed in the guest room but she told herself that she wouldn’t do anything with him in her home. Even with Erik not being there, it felt like he was still watching her. From the way Arnelle looked at her wearing one of Erik's dress shirts as a nightgown with the first few buttons undone, she knew he wanted to go to bed with her just as much. But they couldn't, at least not right now.

"We've done our research. I think it'll go smoothly."

"I think so too. I wonder what they're up to right now."

Arnelle chuckled, "Probably struggling to keep their hands to themselves."

"Probably arguing," Shaunice said.

"Once we get there, I bet you they won't argue. They'll be in their heads so much with how bad they want each other."

"I don't think so. I think they'll still go back and forth like an old married couple."

"Nah, Sha, I doubt it."

"Okay," Shaunice angled her body to look at Arnelle with folded arms, "I bet you $100 that they will argue on this trip. If you lose, you owe me $100."

"That's enough to get your nails done, I'm surprised you didn't ask for five racks," Arnelle jokes.

"I was being kind," Shaunice rolled her eyes, "Deal?"

"...deal." Arnelle held out his hand.

Shaunice grabbed it and Arnelle brought her hand to his mouth for him to kiss. Shaunice took in a sharp breath. Arnelle kissed each knuckle before releasing her hand. Shaunice bashfully looked away. Arnelle grabbed her chin, making her look at him.

"There is no need to act shy. It's me, Nelle."

"I know, Nelle...it's just..."

"What?" Arnelle searched her eyes.

"Sometimes...never mind."

"It's okay, Sha. You can talk to me."

Shaunice took a meditating breath before speaking again.

"Sometimes...I think about that night at the party...if we would have gone any further...what if Erik walked in on us...how things would be now..."

"Well, I don’t think he would be too happy about all the things—

"But he's into Nicole. It shouldn't matter."

"That was before, Sha. Ain't no need to worry about what he would have done. We both know he wants to fuck my wife. You said it yourself, right? You're looking for a thrill. So am I. This can be our chance to fuck and then all that guilt you feel will finally be gone."

"I keep overthinking it," Shaunice looked at him through her lashes, "It's so wild because I have these dreams about you and Erik having sex with me...at once."

"...tell me about the dream."

Shaunice bashfully smiled, "Right now?"

"Right now. How did it go?"

Shaunice crossed her legs.

"Erik had a birthday surprise planned for me—dinner on the beach, roses, diamonds. We get back to our place for the final surprise and then you're at our place. Slowly, both of you undress me...one on each side. You lay me on the bed...both of you take your clothes off...Erik asks me what I want and I tell him I want you to eat my pussy while I sucked his dick."

"Shit, Shaunice," Arnelle shifted his hips in his seat before making his voice lower.

"Sexy, right?"

"Hell yeah. Did I make you cum with my tongue?"

Shaunice giggles, "You know you did...you eat my pussy better than Erik."

"I still take that with pride. I hope I'll fuck you better than your husband too."

Shaunice leans in towards Arnelle's ear, her glossy lips tickling him.

"We'll see."

"Damn," Arnelle lets the window down for some fresh air and hopefully gets his dick under control because he's harder than steel. Shaunice went back in her seat while rolling her hips. She couldn't wait to have him. Finally.

"So, the plan is to make them so sexually frustrated to the point that when it happens, it'll be bigger and better." Shaunice said, trying to cool things down between them.

"Also, make the other one jealous. I can keep talking about Nicole and how she looks and you can do the same for Erik."

"This is so fucking crazy." Shaunice shook her head with an enthusiastic smile on her face.

"I just can't wait to see their faces when we reveal it to them."

"This is so bad but oh so good." Shaunice looked at Arnelle, "what should we call our little plan? I was thinking: Couples Getaway."

"Oooo I like that, Sha."

—————

Present Day:

"What you mean by that, nigga?" Erik said with a mug on his face.

"You'll see soon enough. Go get yourself ready. I'll be on the balcony smoking a lil' bit of hookah before we roll out."

Arnell clapped Erik on the shoulder before laughing as he sauntered away with a two step. Erik kissed his teeth and waved Arnelle away before turning to get himself ready. His dick was soft, damp skin finally dry, and irritation at its peak. He was so close to sinking in that tight, gushy, pink pussy. Nicole had him ready to fold her legs up like a pretzel and go to pound town.

Erik, your phone.

Fuck that phone. She gave him stupid head that had him moaning like a mother fucker. That continuous daddy daddy daddy was gonna earn her some long hard dick but no, he was distracted AGAIN. Erik couldn't wait to get out of Cabo. No amount of white sand, crystal clear blue water, or bright sunny skies was going to stop him from wanting to pack his bags and be on the next flight out of here. That's how bad he needed Nicole. Yes, needed. So fucking bad. So Goddamn BAD. That pussy was right there, legs spread eagle, all for him.

Mmm! Daddy, it's so big!

Erik pushed open the door to his room with too much force causing Shaunice to jump. She was currently doing her own makeup with some music playing in the background. The entire bed was covered with her cosmetics. Erik shook his head at the sloppy scene before walking towards his suitcase to grab something to wear. Not in the mood to dress up, Erik decided on some street wear—a white, muscle tee with the Outkast Aquemini CD cover printed on the front, grey joggers and a pair of orange and white Nike Dunk Low sneakers. After getting dressed, Erik added the final touches—silver Nike Swoosh Logo Studs, Miami Cuban Link Diamond Necklace and a few 18k white gold Diamond rings on his fingers. He felt like he looked the part minus the unruliness of his locs.

Standing at the bathroom sink to apply some Shea butter to his hair, Erik couldn't erase the image of Nicole on her knees in the bathroom with his dick down her throat. The same bathroom he was currently standing in. The floor is still drenched and his towel is laying in a wrinkled pile on the tile floor. Before he put his shoes on, Erik could feel the dampness on the carpet from when he carried Nicole to the bed while his body was dripping wet. He was sure the sheets on his side of the bed were moistened as well. Recapping his Shea butter, Erik peeked his head into the bedroom when he could hear Shaunice talking to someone; another woman. That same dulcet voice that was moaning his name and how bad she wanted to be fucked.

"Hey, if you're not ready, I can wait."

"No! Come on in, Nicki. I did a quick natural beat on my face. Do you want the same?"

"Please? I plan on sweating at the lounge so I don't need too much going on."

The outfit she decided to put on that beautiful body incited and roused him. She's wearing a two piece skirt set in a tawny color—a bandage wrap around top with a long, fitted, maxi skirt that has the hip area cut out. Her faux locs are in a low bun this time and for some reason, the way she wore this particular hairstyle turned Erik on even more. He imagined himself sinking his fingers into that bun from behind. Nicole sat on the edge of the bed while Shaunice gathered the things she needed. Nicole's eyes wandered around the room until she noticed Erik standing in the bathroom doorway looking at her. Nicole quickly averted her eyes to her lap.

"You look good, baby," Shaunice smiles as her eyes look at Erik from head to toe, "I mean, you always look good so there is no surprise."

"You look good too, Sha."

The entire exchange felt dry and unenthusiastic. Even Nicole felt it because she glanced at Erik after he said it.

"Are you going to stand there the entire time and watch me do Nicki's makeup, handsome?"

Erik strugged before grabbing the handle to the bathroom door, swinging it back and forth absentmindedly.

"Nah, but I don't mind."

He stared at Nicole but she didn't notice because her head is tilted back and she's getting her eyebrows filled in.

"You never watch me do my makeup," Shaunice gave Erik a playful smile, "What's so different now, huh?"

"Just why the process takes so long that's all. Takes you forever so...I wanna see what's the hold up."

Nicole giggles.

"Well, this is girl time, go be with Arnelle."

"Whatever."

Erik exited the room to go and join Arnelle. He had to give some kind of excuse for standing there. Shaunice was right, it never interested him before because it always annoyed him with how long it takes to put a little eye shadow on and foundation. All for just a few hours for her to come home and wash it all off.

"Decided to join me?"

"Ain't shit else to do while we wait, nigga."

Erik picked up the hose and started smoking. It was a smooth and flavorful choice.

"I like this one, what is it?" Erik asked.

"Blueberry and mint." Arnelle said.

Erik took a few more puffs before focusing his attention on the beach down below.

"I never told you this but...me and Nicole had a big fight...that's another reason I decided to come in a day later...I needed to clear my head."

Erik wasn't expecting to have a deep conversation but he couldn't deny that he was intrigued. What exactly could they have argued about? They appear to be the perfect couple.

"What's on your mind, man?" Erik leaned forward resting on his elbows.

"Things haven't been...great back home. She recently found out something and she's been very moody about it. I was surprised that she threw herself on me when I came here."

"I'm not going to ask for details because it's none of my business. Do y'all plan on discussing it? You know if you avoid things it's just gonna blow the fuck up."

"That's the thing, I tried to discuss it with her before the trip but she was—she dead the convo before I could even get two words out of my mouth. I know I shouldn't have been frustrated with her but—Nicole has a hard time talking about shit. She bottles her emotions. I basically told her that I'll be working late at the office but that was a lie. I just...it can be overwhelming sometimes, you know?"

"That's what comes with marriage, Nelle. You have ups and downs. You argue and hopefully make back up—

"When we argue, I just leave her be. I don't bother her. Should I do things differently?"

"Listen, whenever me and Sha get into an argument, there are two things that will calm her ass down. One, I give her some dick. After I work that Lil attitude out of her, she's calm and she's ready to talk. If not that, I take her shopping."

Arnelle breaks out into a fit of laughter.

"I give her my card and she stops bitching," Erik shakes his head, "But seriously, it's never good to go to sleep mad. That shit will be on your conscience. But, things seem to be good, maybe—maybe she's over it? We're on vacation right now."

"Maybe. I can't tell...she's good at keeping shit to herself. She's also very mouthy and I can't get my point across when she's doing all that yelling in my face. She's like a damn atomic bomb when she's mad."

"Let me find out you can't tame your woman, Nelle. I know how mouthy Nicole is. You know what you gotta do? Eat the pussy disrespectfully. Shower her with nothing but love and get back in her good graces—

Erik ceased his words before resting back in his seat.

"Why did you stop talking, E?" Arnelle asked with a quizzical expression.

"Nothing—that's just—a few things I would suggest—you know—whenever another argument happens."

Erik resumed smoking from the hookah. He could go on and on about what he would 'suggest' Arnelle do to calm down Nicole during a heated argument. But Erik knew that it wasn't solely advice. It's what he wanted to do for Nicole. Erik licked his lips, tasting the blueberry and mint flavored tobacco. Just hours ago the sweet tang of her vulva was against his lips and tongue. He's addicted to the taste like a sugary treat releasing opioids and dopamine from the body.

"Are you ready for tonight? I heard this place was dope."

Erik cleared his throat, "What's it called again?"

"Crush Nightspot. They're having a little Latin dance event in the beginning."

"You know damn well I can't do any of those dances, Nelle." Erik protested.

"It was Sha's idea. Maybe she can teach you a step or two. That reminds me of the good ol' Howard days."

Arnelle has a nostalgic look on his face. He grinned to himself before changing his expression when he noticed Erik looking at him strangely.

"You ain't gonna believe me when I say this—actually, open up the Azul I'm gonna need some of that."

Arnelle elevated a single brow before opening the hand-made and hand-painted bottle from the table. There is a shot glass rack on the table provided by the hotel. Arnelle pours Erik and himself a shot, the liquid almost brimming over the rim. Erik grabs the shot and knocks it back before placing it back on the table.

"Now, what am I not going to believe?" Arnelle asked.

"Well..." Erik dragged his tongue over his upper teeth, "I always thought you had a crush on Sha. I had this feeling that you were bothered because I fucked with her."

Arnelle straightened his back, "You—you're serious?"

Erik nods his head.

"Okay...yeah...I did have a crush on her. I was a little—

"Nah, it wasn't a little. You despised that shit."

"Nigga, it wasn't just Sha. I had a crush on a few chicks and you swooped in and dicked all of them down. What did they used to call you?"

"Big Dick Que," Erik brought his fist to his mouth and started laughing.

"Exactly. So, yeah, I was feeling Sha. I didn't think you deserved her attention at the time."

Erik shook his head, "That wouldn't have been me."

Arnelle paused before taking his second shot, "What do you mean?"

"If I was feeling this girl, I would have claimed her. You sat back and basically handed her to me, real shit."

Arnelle bowed his head, "I know. But you two were meant for each other. Look at you, happily married, she's living the life she always dreamed of—her own shop, living in a penthouse. You gave her all of that."

The smile disappeared from Erik's face.

"Did you not?" Arnelle asked.

"All of that sounds good...but—

"We're readyyyyyyyyy!!!"

Both men stood up from their seats as if they were up to something bad. Shaunice and Nicole entered the patio dressed up for the evening and looking radiant. Erik was thankful because he was about to get into a topic he really didn't want to discuss especially on vacation. Shaunice has vivid orange hair down to the middle of her back with a backless, mini halter dress with a butterfly design and pink heeled sandals. She's carrying her favorite Balenciaga pink mini bag that Erik gifted her for her birthday. Her eyes are shielded with Balenciaga gold cat eye sunglasses.

"Did one of y'all call a ride for us to the club?" Shaunice asked.

"It's been waiting in the lobby for a little over an hour now, Sha. Had you two been ready, we would be there right now," Arnelle quipped earning a shove from Shaunice herself.

Erik finished the rest of his shot glass before following behind Arnelle who has his arm draped across Nicole's shoulder. She gives him a soft smile before interlocking her fingers with his. Erik loudly scoffed at that and Nicole gave him a look that told him to behave. Erik didn't know if he was going to be able to play it cool for too long. He looked at Nicole from head to toe with knitted brows. The elevator ride to the lobby was quiet despite Shaunice's humming with her phone raised high taking selfies. Their driver looked irritated that they had to wait for so long so Erik gave him a hefty tip before they entered the car to the nightclub. After all, it wasn't his fault that he had to wait for them to arrive.

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Crush Nightspot is in the heart of the party district in downtown Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. The streets were filled with tourists, especially the drunk college kids away on holiday. There were some sleazy activities happening amongst the crowd of people that crowded the streets, alleyways, and bars. Erik smoked his blunt that he brought with him all the way down until it was a roach before flicking it out of the window. The driver pulled up a block away from Crush Nightspot because there was no way he would be able to drive with a road filled with drunken, high, wild people. When they left the car, both Arnelle and Erik walked with their spouses close to them until they made it to their destination. Luckily, they didn't have to wait to get inside. It was basically a privilege compared to how the clubs are back home.

All four of them walked into the club. It was jam-packed. The Dirty Dancing event had everyone on the dance floor—the pros doing all the Latin dance moves perfectly and then the amateurs attempting to keep up with two left feet. Even though Crush Nightspot was a club for the younger crowd, middle-aged couples still showed up to have a good time and they didn't look out of place amongst the younger dancers. It was also refreshing to see so many black people in one place. True form, within a couple of minutes Shaunice pulled Nicole straight to the dance floor while Arnelle and Erik aimed for the bar. They had to stand since all the stools were occupied. Erik had to play it cool with how clumsy the people around him were being—bumping into him, spilling their drink, shouting in his ear.

The sexy bachata music was like Latin passion. Shaunice and Nicole found a spot on the floor and mingled perfectly. The couples doing the bachata dance to the music were so intimate and sensual. Perfect for spicing up your night out with circular movements, smooth body waves, and a rhythmic sensuality. The music switched to salsa and the movements became more fast paced with quick turns. Nicole started giggling when she accidentally bumped into someone from behind. She stopped to fan herself, already feeling sweat coating her chocolate skin. Shaunice did a spin before slowing down to a complete stop to smooth her hair from her face. The live band was killing it.

"¿Cómo se sienten esta noche?!

The singer of the band is a short, young, Mexican girl with long, silky dark brown hair. She's wearing a skintight black dress and a dark red chocolate cosmos behind her right ear. She's barefoot with her black heeled sandals tossed to the side of the stage. The band itself is all women who looked like they could be related to her. They called themselves The Rose-Throated Señoras.

"¿Te sientes bien esta noche? Welcome to Crush Nightspot!!!"

A handsome, tall, brown skinned man with soft curls and a kind smile dressed in a white beater and black slacks tapped Nicole on the shoulder. She met his gaze and gave him a kind smile. He leaned in to talk to her.

"eres hermosa chica." He said.

Nicole could smell his strong cologne and it burned her nose unpleasantly.

"I'm sorry?" Nicole created some distance between them.

"You are beautiful, girl. I'm Miguel. What's your name?"

"Thank you. I'm Lanay."

Lanay is Nicole's middle name. She didn't want to be rude but at the same time she didn't want to give this stranger her name.

"I want to dance with you," He tried to grab Nicole's hand, "You're so beautiful—

"No thank you, Miguel. I'm married."

"He is a lucky man. I'm jealous."

Nicole blushes. She couldn't help that she liked to be complimented. What woman doesn't?

"Thank you."

Miguel kisses Nicole's hand before walking away with his eyes glued to her body. His gaze made her feel so exposed that she pulled on her dress to make sure it was covering her ass completely.

"What did he say to you?!" Shaunice yelled since the music started back up.

"He wanted to dance! I told him no!"

Shaunice tapped Nicole on the shoulder and pointed towards the bar. Nicole followed her finger and noticed Erik and Arnelle watching both of them with hawk eyes. Arnelle didn't look bothered but Erik...that was a whole other story. Nicole caved under his intimidating eyes.

"Erik is very possessive over every little thing! Look at him, he's trying to get Arnelle's attention! Here they come, girl!"

Shaunice rolled her eyes. Their husbands slowly made their way through the horde of dancing people before they finally made it to them. You would think Erik is married to Nicole with the way he kept looking at her with disapproving eyes.

"What was that guy talking about?" Arnelle asked.

"He wanted to dance with me! I turned him down!" Nicole said as loudly as she could over the music.

"He was touching all on you and shit—I had to let Nelle know what was up!" Erik said with an obvious attitude.

Arnelle and Shaunice shared a look that went unnoticed by Nicole and Erik. It won't be long before they reveal their plan back at the hotel. For now, they wanted to instigate anything between Erik and Nicole.

"I can handle myself, Erik, I don't need you saying anything to Arnelle!" Nicole exclaimed with her unwavering eyes.

"What if he—never mind you know what you're doing, right?" Erik said sarcastically.

"Duh, stupid! If I needed my husband's help I would have called for him!"

Nicole put her hand in Erik's face to pause his words earning a laugh from Shaunice and Arnelle.

"I need a drink, Sha, you coming?"

"Yeah, I'm right behind you, girl."

Nicole grabbed Shaunice's hand and left Arnelle and Erik on the dance floor surrounded by everyone.

"Can we have two shots of tequila, please! Top shelf!"

Nicole opened her Louis Vuitton clutch and placed some money on the bar.

"Are you okay?" Shaunice asked with playful eyes.

"I'm fine. Your husband is just soooooo annoying!"

"You two went most of this trip without bickering. I thought you would keep it up. Me and Nelle had a bet going on and it looks like I won $100."

Shaunice raised her shot glass and clinked it with Nicole's.

"Here's to a memorable night in Cabo!" Shaunice cheered.

They both knocked back their shots one after the other.

"WHEW!!" Nicole squeezes her eyes shut, "That hit the spot!"

"It's getting sexy in here!"

Shaunice put her hands up and started swaying her hourglass hips. The tequila was making Nicole feel frisky and sexually-charged. She hadn't noticed Arnelle and Erik's arrival until she got a whiff of Erik's lickable scent. She managed to swallow the smart-aleck remark before it escaped her lips and blushed instead, hoping that no one else caught that within the dimly lit club. Nicole eyed him up and down before turning away from him to wave her hand at the bartender.

"You got an issue?"

His gravelly voice in her ear tickled. Was he laughing at her? It was beginning to irritate her slightly but not enough to walk away from his fine ass. Arnelle and Shaunice were deep in conversation beside her.

"What makes you think I have an issue?!" She replied.

Erik clenched his jaw.

"You're a trip, honestly," Nicole finally got the bartenders attention, "Can I have two more shots please!!!"

"I was just looking out for you, Nik. So I'm the problem for tryna look out for you—

"And what do you know about issues? You're standing there trying to read me, you need to read yourself!"

Erik gave her a mischievous smile, "I know an issue is what an emotional defect becomes when it graduates from being a problem."

Nicole giggled, "Are you drunk? High? What's with all this deep talk."

"I'm cross-faded," Erik leaned against the bar before bending down to talk closer to Nicole, "and with that rebellious look in your eyes I'm assuming that tequila is kicking in. Remember what happened last time you drank tequila?"

Erik lowered his voice to a whisper.

"You were playing in that phat pussy...making yourself cum for me..."

"Erik!" Nicole declared with a hushed tone before glancing over her shoulder to see if Arnelle or Shaunice had heard, "not here—

"They can't hear us."

"But they could have. You gotta be careful talking about that around them—stop it."

"I can see your nipples through your top...I wish I could suck on them."

"Not here—

"You sure about that?"

Nicole ignored him.

"I didn't think so. You can act like that all you want but we both know I'll handle that ass real quick."

"What the fuck ever, Erik," Nicole rolled her eyes but the gesture didn't match her body language.

Erik brushed past her and discreetly stroked her left nipple with his thumb. Her entire body—from her head down to her toes felt that. She had to bite down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan. Her nipples must be really hard and pointed. Erik was taking sips from his drink as his lecherous eyes focused on Nicole. He brought to of his fingers up to mimic a slit and flicked his thick tongue between them. It suddenly became too difficult to breathe. Those eyes—dark, dangerous, sexy. If it was just them two, Erik would probably take Nicole to the bathroom, put one knee up on that sink, bend her ass over, and give her hard shots making her cum all over his dick and down her legs.

"Ooooh! I want to dance some more! Erik! Come on, let's dance!"

Shaunice clung to Erik's arm excitedly.

"Nah, babe, it's too much going on out there and—

"I'll take you. He just can't keep up that's all," Arnelle held out his hand for Shaunice, "Let's go have some fun, I'm tired of holding up this dirty ass bar."

Erik scoffed.

"I'll join y'all," Nicole grabbed Arnelle's other hand, turning to look at Erik who has this unreadable expression on his face.

"Last chance, E!!" Arnelle shouted over the music before wrapping his arms around both Shaunice and Nicole's waist, playfully twirling them.

"I'll be right here! Y'all have fun!" He said while raising his drink before taking a sip.

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Nicole stood watching Shaunice teach Arnelle how to salsa. Now, she was battling two things—having to go potty and being horny. Since it was physically impossible to cum and pee at the same time, Nicole was hoping for the orgasm. LAWD knows she could use one right now. She couldn't wait to get back to the hotel and put her pussy in Arnelle's mouth. Maybe, she could get him to mimic that little tongue thing Erik does—

"I'll be right back! I have to use the ladies room!"

"I'll go with you! We'll be back!" Shaunice tells Arnelle before they barge their way through the crowd. There are at least two bathrooms which is a blessing because Nicole really had to go. As soon as Nicole squatted over the toilet, at least a two-liter came flowing out of her bladder. She wiped down with some wet wipes she carried before leaving the stall. Nicole found Shaunice in the mirror straightening her dress—what there was left of it.

"Having a good time?" Shaunice asked before applying some brown gloss to her lips.

"So far, yes. Girl, look at this big ass sweat stain on my ass!!!"

Shaunice giggles, "That's why I wore a dress with a printed design. It's okay, you're still fine."

Nicole dried her hands under the air dryer.

"Erik is being so damn dry!!! This is exactly why I don't take his ass anywhere like this."

The rest of the vanity area had women adjusting everything from lipstick to bra straps in the mirror. One white girl was trying to fit a pair of 44 DDDs into a 36A.

"You two never go dancing? Turn up?"

"Girl, the closest thing to turning up with Erik requires sitting in VIP smoking a hookah while he sips his Henny. He'll let me grind in his lap but that's about it. I used to dance back in college so I love to hit the floor. Your husband is a dancing somebody!! You're so lucky."

Shaunice gave Nicole a warm smile before shaking her head as if knocking herself out of a trance.

"He hasn't taken me dancing in forever. We go out to eat more than anything."

"I remember how Nelle, Erik, and I would always hit up the college parties. Whenever they would step—it was a good time. Watching the both of them."

Nicole averted her eyes to Shaunice's reflection in the mirror, wondering what's on her mind with the way her expression changed. It was replaced with a smile and she grabbed her bag from the sink.

"Ready?!"

They both left the bathroom and found Arnelle and Erik at the bar together again. They were laughing and smiling, sharing a best friend moment.

"What's so funny?! I want to laugh!" Shaunice said.

"Just tripping off of some people. A couple just got into some shit on the dance floor. His lady caught him freaking with a random chick. She wasn't feeling that one bit, almost knocked his head off his shoulders with her purse." Erik said between laughs.

The music selection switched up and Nicole hadn't noticed. When she glanced towards the stage, the band had left and it was replaced with a DJ. Drake-One Dance started playing and it felt like Nicole was in her element more. She started gyrating her hips at the bar. Nicole sang the lyrics and slowly but surely she was inching her way back to the dance floor. Shaunice attempts to pull Erik with her but he shook his head no. She kissed her teeth and walked away with a purposeful shake of her hips. Erik was close to his limit with drinks. He could tell with the way his lips tingled, so he sucked in his bottom lip.

"Nicole is looking so so good right now."

Erik's onyx eyes fluttered towards Nicole bending over and whining her hips in a slow, seductive circle. He had so many things he wanted to say about the way she looked but he was standing next to her husband:

Juicy Chocolate.

My dick likes what he sees too.

Lovely, REALLY LOVELY.

Damn, I want a taste.

Goddamn I wanna fuck.

Beautiful and fucking sexy.

"Go and get behind that, then." Erik said.

"Why don't you get behind yours? She's been trying to get you on the dance floor all night."

With his glazed over eyes, he looked at Arnelle.

"I'll get behind it back at the hotel. It's too stuffy out there."

"You used to cut it up on the dance floor, E. What happened?"

"I'm old, Nelle."

Arnelle gave Erik a disbelieving look, "Uh-huh. Still drinking like you're twenty-one though."

What was Erik supposed to say? That he wanted to get behind Nicole instead? She has been on his mind since he spread her legs and licked her pussy on his bed. Erik combed his fingers through his locs causing them to flop against his forehead like he was stressed. Shaunice returned while pulling her orange hair into a low ponytail since the ends were starting to sweat out.

"Nelle, you wanna dance?!" She asked him.

"Yeah, cool," Arnelle shifted his eyes towards Erik, "Come on, E. Let loose a little. Why don't you dance with Nicole? It'll be fun, man."

"I'm good—

"Erik, stop being a party pooper!!!" Shaunice shouted with an encouraging smile on her pretty face.

Erik couldn't hide his own smile that showed off his gold canines. Arnelle and Shaunice were dancing in his face. Shaunice shook Erik's arm to convince him.

"Fine. Fine. I'll dance. Just for a little bit though."

As they made their way back to the dance floor, Erik scanned the crowd and when he found Nicole he grabbed her hand gently.

Clearing his throat, he says, "Tryna dance?"

_______

"Huh?!" Nicole couldn't quite hear him.

"Do. You. Want. To. Dance?!"

The lights in the club turned a purple hue and SAINt JHN-Selfish started playing.

"Okay." Nicole gave a half shrug.

She awkwardly faced Erik, both of them rocking back and forth. Nicole looked around her and saw Shaunice and Arnelle cutting up the floor. They were in their own little world. Nicole's eyes traveled up the length of Erik's body to stare into his dark eyes. Erik was doing the same, his eyes from time to time peeking at her cleavage.

"So, we doing this or what?—

"Fuck it."

Nicole wrapped her arms around Erik's neck. Erik looked over his shoulder at his wife and best friend .

"What's wrong, E?" Nicole asked with a tilt of her head and an exasperated sigh before closing her eyes.

"Nothing," Erik placed his hands on Nicole's wide hips, "What is this? High school?"

Nicole rolled her eyes, "Stop talking and just. Dance."

Nicole initiated the dancing, her lower half rocking into his. She could feel the muscles in his shoulders depress and he exhaled.

I wish we were both somebody else

So you wouldn't be somebody else's

I don't wanna lay here by myself

Hope you forgive me darlin', I'm selfish

I wish we were both somebody else

So we wouldn't be somebody else's

I don't wanna lay here by myself...

Erik reached for one of Nicole's hands and gripped it against his chest. He shocked her and it was all in her eyes when he started following her movements. He twirled her suddenly and she connected with his body. She gasped at the contact and the heat that radiated from him. The mass of people on the dance floor seemed to separate Erik and Nicole from Shaunice and Arnelle. She felt something close to electricity when he wrapped his arms around her waist. It felt like white noise had filled her ears, blocking out everything around her and focusing on him—his touch, his scent, his eyes, his lips. Nicole turned her back to him, gently pressing her backside against him. Erik had a hold of her hips to slow down her movements so he could feel.

'Cause I'm yours, I'm in too deep now

Don't let me breathe, your love won't be found

My everything, you're all I need now

'Cause I'm lost without you, and no one loves me now

'Cause I'm yours, I'm in too deep now

Don't let me breathe, your love won't be found

My everything, you're all I need now

'Cause I'm lost without you, and no one loves me now...

She felt chills. Nicole wondered what he was feeling besides the hardness brushing against her cheeks. Nicole pushed back harder. Erik grunted.

"You're gonna get us in trouble throwing that big ass butt back on me like that." Erik said through clenched teeth in her ear.

"And you're gonna get us in trouble with your hard dick grinding on me," Nicole's eyes connected with his over her shoulder.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy right now," Erik made sure they were out of view, "You wanna know what I've been thinking since I saw you dressed like this?"

"What?"

Erik turned Nicole around to face him.

"How you wore that just for me and said fuck your husband."

Nicole threw her head back laughing.

"Oh, really?! What makes you think I wore this for you? I don't get dressed for any man, I do it for me."

"Play all you want, I know you put this skintight shit on for me."

Sean Paul-Shake That Thing had everyone grinding on the dance floor. How they ended up in a secluded area of the dance floor Nicole couldn't explain. All that mattered was that they were alone. It's bad to think that way but she'd been craving Erik ever since they arrived here.

"You always think I'm playing." Nicole said while gyrating her ass on Erik.

"Awww, baby girl, damn, go head with your bad self."

Erik watched Nicole bend over and twerk her ass on him. Her cheeks were bouncing out of control to the reggae beat. Her shit was shaking so much her skirt kept riding up her ass. Erik had to pull it down for her.

"Ass so juicy, girl," he glided his hands down her back, "Ooh, throw that thing back on me, Nik. Mmm, ah, shit, I can't go as low as you can. Oh my God."

Nicole looked back at Erik with a haughty smile. She was showing off.

"The way you're grinding and throwing that ass back on me you must want me to pull your skirt up and split your phat pussy open right here, right now in front of all these people. I know you ain't got no panties on."

Erik is mesmerized, ensnared, entranced, and enslaved. He was watching Nicole's ass and she was keeping him on the edge and under her control. She filled his mind and he wasn't thinking about anyone and anything else but what he wanted to do to her. That ass was dry stroking his fat dick and Nicole wouldn't be surprised if he burst all in his pants.

"sexy, big, fat, plump ass—

"Enough for you to get lost in?"

"You need my handprint...right...here."

Erik grabbed Nicole's left ass cheek in his firm grip.

"Mmm," Nicole moaned softly while biting her lip, "smack it, daddy."

"Fuck, Nik," Erik was lost in her body. He reached around with his hand cupping her right breast and his face in her neck, breathing in her scent.

"You owe me some pussy, Nik. Before we leave Cabo I better be deep in that pussy. I'm serious."

"Erik—

"You must think I'm joking."

His tone turned dangerous and Nicole clenched her thighs.

"You—Nik, I swear..."

Nicole left his embrace and came face to face with him.

"Last time—last time we almost got caught."

"This time we won't."

Erik's eyes are shimmering like the sea and with the help of the purple lights she could see how glossy they are. He's horny and he's feeling his drink and smoke.

"There y'all are! We were wondering where y'all disappeared to."

Erik straightened himself out before his eyes darted towards Nicole. Nicole's smile is feeble. She accepted a kiss to the cheek from Arnelle and Shaunice was talking closely with Erik while his hand rested on the small of her back.

"Ready to head back?" Arnelle asked everyone.

"Yeah, my feet are killing me." Nicole replied.

"Me too. Remind me to bring a backup pair of shoes next time we go out dancing." Shaunice said.

Erik had nothing to say as he allowed Shaunice to lead him through the crowd by hand.

________

Arnelle inserted the key into the door and as soon as the lights blinked green he turned the handle. Arnelle kicked off his slip-on white Vans and held the door open for everyone to enter. He closed the door and locked it before making his way towards the kitchen. Arnelle figured he should grab waters for everyone to sober up a little bit. His head was still spinning from all the tequila. Two bottles in each hand, Arnelle made it inside the living room and sat down on the couch next to Shaunice. Nicole must have gone to change and Erik returned with his weed and rolling papers. About ten minutes later, Nicole entered the living area with a cheetah print bikini and a matching cover up. Her faux locs are down her back and her makeup is removed.

"What? I figured I'd get in the jacuzzi."

Shaunice shot up out of her seat and to her room.

"Cool with me, let me go change," Erik stood up and stretched his arms out before walking past Nicole.

"Go out and get wet, we'll be out soon."

Nicole made it out onto the patio and removed her cover up. The blue LED lights made the heated bubbles more vivid. Nicole tested it with a finger to see if it's too hot. It was the right temperature. She climbed in and sat on the edge while kicking her feet. It didn't take long for everyone else to join her. Arnelle passed her a bottle of water and Nicole drank half of it down.

Shaunice was wearing a red bikini with her natural curls. Erik has on navy blue trunks and Arnelle is wearing white and grey striped trunks. Arnelle cupped some of the water and wet his shoulders. Shaunice scanned his body before taking her spot next to Erik. They all looked around at each other with content smiles. Erik extended his head back and closed his eyes with his arms stretched out. The sound of the bubbles would remind you of a witches brew. Something was definitely brewing and only two of them knew what was going on.

"What will you miss about Cabo the most?" Shaunice asked Arnelle, breaking the silence.

"The crystal clear water and the food. You?"

"How beautiful it is. How sexy it is...I wish I could stay here forever...how about you, Nicole?"

"Uhm," Nicole capped her water, "The beach. It's so peaceful. I wish we could have done more but it's okay. The dancing was great too."

"Erik?"

"Everything to be honest." He said with his eyes still closed.

"Oh! For some reason that reminded me," Shaunice playfully slaps Arnelle's solid shoulder, "You owe me $100, Nelle."

"For what—oh, shit, I forgot they started arguing at the club earlier. I got you."

"She told me about the little bet you two had going on," Nicole pursed her lips.

"A bet?" Erik questioned, sitting up straighter again. He sparked his weed and took a few puffs.

"Me and Shaunice made a bet on the plane ride over. She said that you two will argue on the trip, I said it probably won't happen. For a minute there, I thought I was gonna win, but tonight it happened."

Erik pinched his nose, something he usually did out of habit, "I ain't start it she did."

Nicole rolled her eyes.

"But honestly, ever since we got here, you two have been on edge. Erik can't sleep—

"Same for Nicole," Arnelle interjected.

"Then, after the nude beach, you two really started acting weird."

Nicole felt her heart rate increase.

"Weird? How?" She asked with wary eyes.

"Avoiding each other, acting all rigid," Arnelle said.

Erik squeezes his shoulder and his enticing eyes landed on Nicole briefly.

"What are y'all on about?" He asked with a chuckle.

Nicole felt exposed. She waited with bated breath to see what else they had to say.

"I mean, Me and Shaunice didn't feel weird about it but y'all two were acting a little off....No lie, my wife is beautiful, isn't she, Erik? Is it because you saw Nicole naked, Erik? Be honest...I mean...she is sexy, isn't she? Most men wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off of her especially if she's standing naked in front of them...all those curves...."

Erik shifts in the hot tub.

"It's crazy how I've told Erik things about Nicole. Maybe it's the liquor talking but...man...I told him everything about my wife and here she was in front of him naked and he didn't look not once."

Shaunice laughs

"Actually, I caught him staring."

Erik almost choked on the smoke, "Sha—what?"

"Yes, I saw you staring at her breasts, and her ass. I mean, I'm not mad at you babe...same for you Nicole...I saw you staring at Erik's dick with these wide eyes.

Shaunice and Arnelle laugh. Erik and Nicole are so confused and they don't know whether to panic or join in on the laughing.

"It's big, isn't it? You can tell me, girl." Shaunice said.

"Sha—what?!" Nicole is blown away.

Nicole gawked at Shaunice. Did she really just say that? Granted, they did have plenty to drink tonight.

"Did I—did I hear you correctly?" Nicole asked with a shocked tone of voice.

"Yes," Shaunice spoke calmly, "Is that why you were acting so strangely after the nude beach, Come on. Just answer the question...do you think it's big?"

Nicole looks at Arnelle and he's just laid back chilling. Erik glanced at Arnelle who had a bright smile on his face. Erik furrowed his brows at his best friend's reaction.

"Erik, I've always wanted to ask you this but have you ever...thought about hooking up with Nicole?"

"Why are you asking me that...in front of my wife?"

"Oh, I'm cool. We've known each other for so long, it's a question I've always wanted to know the answer to as well..."

Erik couldn't believe Shaunice.

"Uhm—I mean—Look—I...I think Nik is beautiful, I think...she's sexy...I—man—

"Since Erik can't talk, Nicole, I bet you enjoyed watching us have sex, right? I saw you at the door, Nik."

"I can explain that—it was an accident—

"Baby, it's alright. Erik saw us on the balcony and you put on a show for him." Arnelle said.

"Wait..." Nicole laughed nervously.

"Nicki, baby, calm down," Arnelle laughs, "There is nothing to panic over, honestly."

Is it really?

Arnelle and Shaunice share a look before they both focus on Erik and Nicole. Erik didn't know whether to panic or stay calm. He squinted his eyes at them both before picking up his blunt. He could feel his hands shaking. This wasn't how he expected the evening to close out. All this time he thought they were being discreet and his wife AND best friend noticed how they've been acting. Did Shaunice see him eat Nicole's pussy at the beach? Did she know that he sent Nicole a video of him butt ass naked? The suspense was killing both of them.

"Okay, should I say it, or?" Shaunice asked with her brows raised in question.

"Say what?" Erik asked with an abrupt tone, "Go ahead and say what y'all got to say instead of all that extra shit."

Nicole agreed but she remained silent. She was too surprised to speak. She knew that they weren't being careful. She had a gut feeling and she should have listened to her gut. Now, look at how things are unfolding.

"Well...I guess what we're trying to say is...we know that the both of you are feeling each other." Shaunice said

Erik blinked at Shaunice and Nicole's mouth went wide.

"It started off with the bickering. All that back and forth made it obvious. Then, the wandering eyes." Shaunice added.

"You would think I would be upset but truthfully...it didn't bother me." Arnelle said.

Shaunice nervously glanced at Arnelle and he squeezed her shoulder affectionately. Erik narrowed his eyes at them both.

"We've been feeling each other as well."

"Oh—oh? What?!" Nicole stared at them with disbelief, "really?!"

Nicole put a hand over her mouth. The initial shock of it all. How had she not noticed? Her husband is interested in Shaunice? She wondered if they did the same things Erik and her did. Was that why they flew in together? If things were different and she never messed around with Erik, Nicole would feel betrayed. She had no right to be angry. Honestly, she expected it but...it didn't happen. She felt relieved. Crazy how you can feel that way after finding out that your husband is into his best friend's wife. She couldn't understand any of it. Erik's voice brought her back to the matter at hand. She turned her eyes on him and wondered how he must feel right now. Most likely the same.

"WHAT? How did I not notice this?" Erik asked.

Now, he was thinking about the conversation he had earlier with Arnelle. Maybe, the feelings he had for Shaunice never left. Back then, Erik would have an issue but he honestly didn't care. He loves Shaunice but ever since he got a taste of Nicole he's been making plans to see her. He didn't feel guilty one fucking bit. He never expected to get caught up like this but guilty? Regret? Hell no. Him and Shaunice had discussion about threesomes and exploring before but never actually initiated it. She always said she would want it to be with someone she knows and this is her opportunity. Are they all gonna have an orgy?

"Well, since a little before the trip, yes. You're not mad at us, are you?" Shaunice asked as she looked between Nicole and Erik.

"I hope you aren't mad, E, Nicki. We thought it would be fun to make you both...you know...crave each other more." Arnelle said.

Erik twisted his lips, "You're not mad about me and your wife?"

"I told you, no." Arnelle replied.

"I'm stuck on this plot. Plotting what?" Nicole asked.

"We figured if we could build some sexual tension between the both of you then maybe we could share an idea that Sha and myself had on the plane ride over." Arnelle confirmed.

"WOW." Nicole was stunned.

"We both decided that since you two are feeling each other, and we are feeling each other...we can...swap partners."

The more they talked the crazier this entire situation became.

"Were y'all cock-blocking on purpose?! So did y'all know—

"YES." Arnelle said.

"Oh my God—EVERYTHING?"

"What did we miss?" Shaunice looked excited, "You two can't whisper for shit by the way."

"Oh my God—oh my Goddddddddd." Nicole shielded her face.

Erik simply sat there with this bewildered expression on his face. The weed was making his mind foggy. He had to drag his wet hand down his face to try and focus.

"Wet ass pussy, we heard you two!" Arnelle couldn't contain his laughter.

"And then the balcony?! Me and Arnelle were texting each other trying to figure out when was a good time to intervene." Shaunice snickered.

"Y'all gotta be joking—all this fucking time?!" Erik was at a loss for words.

"We've been looking into swinging couples for about a month. Shaunice came up with an idea to make things interesting...I suggested that we should swing and title it Couple's Getaway. Every time we go out of town, we explore. Swap partners, have orgies—

"Let loose. Erik, you always wanted to do a threesome so I figured if you're gonna fuck another woman it has to be with someone I like and someone I'm close with. Nicole came to mind straight away—

"All that talk we had about Nicki, E, it was my way of building the desire. Plus...that shit gets me horny when you think about fucking my wife too."

"This is wild, so wild," Erik sighed with relief, "Why am I not breaking your face for wanting to fuck my wife?"

He couldn't explain it.

"Because you want to fuck mine. And, because you've probably had fantasies about this as well."

Erik shrugged, "Fine...yeah...I want to have sex with your wife—

"Say it properly, Erik," Shaunice teased.

"I want...to FUCK...your wife."

"And Nicole, I'm okay with it. It's okay, girl, breathe. I don't blame you. I hope you're not mad at me—

"I'm not. I wouldn't have a right to anyway. I've...wanted to...this is crazy."

"Just say it, Nicki. You want my best friend to show you what he's giving Sha. Calm down, baby."

Nicole exhales, "Yes...I wanna...see it for myself."

"Thank God, bruh," Erik chuckles, "I was ready to tear this whole place up all gahdamn day. Ready to yank my dreads out with how bad I wanted her."

Nicole laughed nervously. She started to warm up even though it still overwhelmed her.

"So...we're swinging? When?" Erik asked eagerly.

"Whenever. Just...I wanna see you kiss her...please?" Shaunice asked.

Nicole nervously peered at Erik. Erik licked his lips at her before letting out another chuckle.

"Go ahead...stick your tongue down her throat," Arnelle said.

Shaunice made herself comfortable next to Arnelle. She sat closely towards him and Arnelle brought his arm around her shoulder.

"Aight..."

Erik scooted over to Nicole. She held his penetrating gaze even though it was difficult in front of her husband and Shaunice.

"Come on, you two," Shaunice encouraged.

Nicole pecked Erik's lips timidly.

"This is so crazy!" She said.

"You can kiss better than that," Arnelle said. His hand was starting to move further down Shaunice's body.

Nicole hesitated before bringing her hand up to place on the back of Erik's head, bringing him closer. The minute their lips touched he stole her breath. The tip of Erik's tongue tickled her bottom lip and she opened up for him. His warm, wet tongue invaded her mouth again and she slowly dragged her tongue over his. Arnelle and Shaunice watched like it was a movie. They got so lost in it. Erik leaned over Nicole's body while her back pressed against the edge of the jacuzzi. He could tell she was shaking with nerves so he held her face and took the lead. When she withdrew her lips to breathe, Erik didn't take his eyes off of her. He almost forgot that they were watching until Shaunice spoke.

"Damn! That was sexy as hell."

Shaunice didn't waste any time to kiss Arnelle. To be able to openly kiss him without reminiscing on what it was like the last time felt so good. Arnelle smiled against her plump lips. Erik observed the way Shaunice's hands trailed all over Arnelle's torso and how Arnelle had a handful of her ass beneath the bubbles. None of it bothered Erik. All he wanted was to be balls deep in Nicole. Now that he can tear her ass up how he wanted without having to sneak and tip toe made him anxious. Erik checked to see if Nicole was okay with her husband kissing all over Shaunice and she seemed to be enjoying it. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, misty, sultry, erotic. All the things Erik was currently feeling. He cupped her chin to make her look at him.

"We ain't gotta worry about getting caught now."

Nicole's bottom lip trembled. Erik noticed and sucked it into his mouth before nibbling on it.

"We're turning up the heat in here," Arnelle said before his lips were on Shaunice's chest, "and you...you taste good."

"You haven't tasted all of me yet," Shaunice whispered against his lips.

The more Erik kissed Nicole, the more he got drunk off of her taste.

"Should we take this to the living room?" Shaunice asked.

No reply was needed. They all climbed out and grabbed towels. Back inside, partners swapped, they got comfortable on the couch across from each other. Shaunice didn't have a chance to sit down before Arnelle pulled her into his lap. He was desperate to have her—hands all over, lips everywhere. Erik took it up a notch and made Nicole straddle him. He brought both of his hands down to slap her ass before double-palming it. He could feel it bounce back and jiggle. Shaunice heard that smack and when she looked across at Erik and Nicole she saw the way her cheeks bounced and right then she realized how turned on she gets from seeing another woman get their ass smacked. Arnelle grunted when he heard that.

"Light them cheeks up, E." He said before his hands started squeezing Shaunice's breasts through her bikini top, "I can't wait to put your titties in my mouth."

"I can't wait to put your dick in my mouth," Shaunice grabbed his bulge, "That curve...I'll get to experience that again tonight—

"Shhh," Arnelle silenced Shaunice.

"What? It doesn't matter..."

"You're talking too much," Arnelle stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, "I guess you do need this dick in your mouth."

Shaunice fantasized about "him" quite a few times and how she would savor him in her mouth before properly filling her pussy. Arnelle rested Shaunice on the couch and got on top of her.

"You're so damn beautiful."

Arnelle finally managed to utter after his lips were sucking all over Shaunice's neck and cleavage. Shaunice didn't respond. Instead, she placed her hand on the base of his skull and used her free hand to free her breasts from her bikini top. Her nipples looked like chocolate gum drops and damn, Arnelle couldn't wait to taste. Arnelle palmed Shaunice's breasts and drew her left nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, Shaunice ran the tips of her fingers over the well-defined features on his face. His eyebrows. The bridge of his nose. His soft lips. They looked so damn enticing.

"Keep sucking on me like that please—

"You know these titties are mine, right?" Arnelle whispered.

"Are they? You gotta prove it to me—FUCK."

His hands pinned her down as he sucked all over her breasts. Shaunice couldn't keep her hips still and the more her thighs moved the more she could feel Arnelle's long, curved dick against her. Shaunice thrust her chest into his mouth and gasped when he started pinching her nipples.

"I'm so fucking wet right now for you..."

She could feel the buildup of moisture every time her thighs parted. Arnelle looked up at her with worshipful eyes.

"That pussy ready for this dick?"

"Mhm. Always, Shit, Nelle!"

Shaunice was cut off by his abrupt move diving his hand into her bikini bottoms. A moan escaped her lips, inviting him to sit up and start undressing her completely, practically ripping them off. He loved the way her face screwed up when he sucked and pinched her breasts. He couldn't wait to see that pretty face contorted with pleasure again with her clit in his mouth. Arnelle had the front of his trunks bulging out from how hard he was.

Groans

Grunts

Moans

Inaudible cursing and nasty talk

That's what he could hear across from him but he wasn't concerned with that. He had Shaunice naked and spread wide beneath him. Before she even wrapped her lips around his dick, Arnelle needed her pussy juices coating his tongue again. As soon as his fingers stroked her pearl Shaunice felt like she was on the verge of cumming. Already. That's how badly she wanted this. Arnelle replaced his fingers with his tongue and started licking all that sticky, wetness that reminded him of wet sugar. His tongue wiggled like he was a pussy-thirsty man.

"Fuck, that tongue," Shaunice extended her head back, "Mmm, lick my pussy, get it nice and wet, make my pussy drip, fuck, Nelle, keep that tongue right there, mmm, yes, Unh!"

Arnelle pinned her thighs back to keep her still. Her acrylics dragging over his waves felt amazing. He didn't even have to look at his dick to know that it was weeping. He didn't remove his lips and tongue from that pussy. His mind told him to keep going the more she moaned his name. Shaunice's toes pointed to the ceiling, her eyes looked Love-struck, her beautiful lips were parted, and sweet moans flowed. It was sensuous. He'd give anything to make her react like that again and again.

"Nelle—please—

She couldn't finish her words when her entire body went frozen. Those full breasts of hers jiggled as soon as she started to spasm.

"Yes!" Shaunice moaned, "I-I-I can't feel my legs."

Smirking, Arnelle placed a kiss to her pussy before standing up fully from the couch. Shaunice swallowed down hard and the heat suddenly turned up even more. That beautiful, dark brown pole looked like a rocket ready to blast off in her face. That was beautiful. Long, curved, and slightly girthy.

"Look at your dick, oh my God," Shaunice stared in amazement, "big and beautiful."

"You talk like it's a work of art," Arnelle jokes.

"Please, I want it in my mouth."

Shaunice wet Arnelle's dick some more with her spit before licking from the bottom all the way to his tip and sucking on it. She did this a few more times before wrapping her lips around the tip, taking the entire thing into her hand and holding it upright so she could properly suck. Arnelle watched her as she bobbed her head up and down and his eyes rolled shut. Shaunice's mouth went lower and lower onto his dick. Her efforts to pleasure his long length only made him want to pleasure her more. Shaunice was getting sloppier—so sloppy that his balls were sticking to his inner thigh as if her spit was some sort of adhesive. Suddenly, Arnelle gripped her short, 3B curls in his hands and pulled her head up. That dick left her mouth and her drool stained her chest.

"You're about to make me cum...I want that pussy first, baby."

"You don't want me to keep sucking it?

Shaunice kissed his tip softly. Pre-cum began to ooze out.

"You can suck it all you want later. Right now, I wanna be in your pussy, Sha."

Shaunice couldn't agree more. She was thrilled to feel him inside of her. The dick she could have had all those years ago at that party for the first time. If only she did back then she would known how much she needed it. Looking across at her husband, she could see how much he wanted to have his time with Nicole. Arnelle grabbing her chin to make her look at him brought her focus back to his saliva-coated dick in her face so hard and veiny. Bending over, he kissed her again before sitting down on the couch with his dick in hand. Shaunice anxiously moved his hand out of the way and squeezed his hard shaft. She could feel Arnelle groan and for some reason the vibration of his voice traveled to his dick causing it to convulse in her hand. Shaunice felt too paralyzed to move from her spot, still astounded that they were about to have nasty sex in front of Erik and Nicole. Arnelle took care of that by swiftly picking her up and positioning her on top of him.

"I want you to ride," Arnelle spoke softly, rubbing the tip of his dick along the outside of her pussy.

"Anything to have that dick inside of me," She whispered to him.

Smirking, Arnelle grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his standing dick. Shaunice's eyes rolled shut and her mouth became unhinged. There was so much that she wanted to say and Arnelle knew so he pressed his finger against her soft lips to quiet her. This was a time to forget guilt and let go. Her thighs began to shake as she felt him push all of that long dick inside of her. Shaunice pressed her hands against his chest and attempted to slide some out. It was a lot all at once. She should be used to big dick by now, maybe it's that delicious curve of his. The smirk on his lip turned into a smile and then he began to chuckle.

"What's wrong?"

She couldn't speak. Her ankles gave out without her doing and half the dick she tried to hide that pussy from was back inside of her.

"I'll go easy on you, Sha. After that, I want you to take all this dick like a big girl, okay?"

"Yes, daddy," She moaned weakly.

"Okay," Arnelle popped Shaunice on her right ass cheek, "Go slow and ride this dick."

Holding herself steady, Shaunice started bringing her hips down leisurely. Soon, the pleasure of him moving inside of her with hard, steady strokes, quickly made her forget about what was hurting. She ran her hands up and down his bare muscular chest, reveling in all that smooth, mocha skin. It didn't take long before Arnelle's hands were on her hips simply guiding her on his dick. He would look from her creamy pussy to her beautiful face. He didn't know which one to focus on more. The excitement of having her walls squeezing and dripping on his hard dick or that breathtaking face frowned with ecstasy because of how he's making her feel. It didn't take long for Shaunice to get used to what he was giving. She came down on him harder and it increased to the point that the flesh of her ass clapped off of his strong thighs.

Arnelle dug his toes into the carpet and his hands on her waist started to apply pressure. His entire dick felt sensitive to her pussy—a tingling that overwhelmed him from how good her pussy is. No wonder Erik made her his number one girl back then. The pussy is fire. The type of pussy that makes you fall in love, singing like Keyshia Cole. He hasn't been in her for more than ten minutes and his balls were tight.

"Unh...Unh..." Shaunice moaned out.

Before she could even prepare herself, she could feel the tightness in her lower belly and the hypersensitivity of her walls snuggly around his dick increase. Shaunice was spilling over Arnelle's dick as she came hard—a mixture of cream and squirt. Arnelle barely gave her time to breathe before he was thrusting his hips upward. Arnelle's hands extended back to grab the back of the couch and he used the strength of his hips to fuck her. She struggled to catch her breath but he didn't care for one second.

"Fuck, take that dick, baby, take this fucking dick. Take this dick you've been wanting, give me that pussy."

He couldn't stop talking, the more that gushy pussy swallowed him whole he'd probably speak in tongues. Shaunice felt the two time familiar feeling and her eyes watered. This was gonna be so good again. That first and second nut wouldn't compare to this one.

"Oh, Fuck!" She whimpered out, already shaking even though she didn't get off that dick, "Nelle!"

"Cum on this dick, baby—

"Yes this good dick—

Shaunice's weak fist connected with Arnelle's chest.

"That's right, baby," Arnelle gripped her ass with both hands, "I'll make you do this all night long."

"Yes, please," Shaunice went in for a tongue kiss.

She couldn't feel her legs but she knew Arnelle wasn't finished. He still had a heavy sack filled with cum that needed to be let off.

"Unh...shit," Shaunice arched her back when Arnelle cuffed her under her ass and lifted her off his dick. Inch for inch left her tightness.

"I need you on your back now."

He stared at his dick still hard and ready for more covered in her release. He groaned out fuck a few times before lying Shaunice down on her back. He knew that pussy tasted even better. That cat reminded him of a supreme buffet—nothing but sweet, sweet juices for his tongue. Arnelle moved down her body, kissing each spot he passed along the way down until his face was between her legs again. Without warning, he pushed his tongue inside of her before tightening his lips around her inner folds to suck. Shaunice's back arched, feeling him move his tongue like he was spelling his name on her pussy. She squirmed and muttered out moans.

"I could eat this pussy all day. It's that good," Arnelle chuckled, "You ready to let me cum?"

"Put that big dick in me again—Yes!!!"

"I love you."

"Wha—Nelle, Fuck!!!"

"Fuck," Arnelle stated softly as she tightened around him, "Baby, don't do that..."

"D-Do what?" Shaunice asked innocently between breaths. She released the pressure around his dick, knowing exactly what she was doing.

"Gripping my dick tight...you know I'm not wearing a condom, Sha. I don't think Erik would want me to cum in his wife."

Speaking of Erik, Shaunice looked over at the other couch and noticed it was vacant. Faintly now, she could hear intense moans coming from down the hall.

"Hey."

Arnelle kissed Shaunice softly. She smiled at him tenderly.

"I'm on contraceptives...I'm good, Nelle. This is a kink of mine...for you to cum inside of me—

"Shit, for real? Don't play with me, Sha. I would love to cum in you but Erik—

"Erik is having his fun so why shouldn't I? I told you I'm good. Now, put that big dick back in me."

Shaunice asked but she grabbed his dick herself and pushed it back inside.

"Unh...yes...stretch me."

With his fully wet dick, Arnelle held the back of her thighs to hold himself up so he could watch the way he fucked Shaunice. This quickly sent her into another orgasm. How is it that this man had that much control over her body?

___________

Whatever the fuck was going on across from them, Erik didn't give a damn. That soft motherfucking ass, a mouthful of heaven between her legs, breasts sitting heavy and full against his chest while he tongues her down, her whining and moaning against his lips. All of this currently in his lap. That's all he cared about. Erik's hands double-cuffed Nicole's ass and then he applied pressure to make her hump his dick through his trunks. At first, he was thinking give a nigga like me a shot at that ass. Now, he was thinking some reckless shit.

No pulling out.

Too sexy for her own good. She deserves to have everything ate coming home seeing this. Nik was made for his dick. Love to come home from work to this beautiful woman—

"Damn, you got me thinking some wild shit right now, Nik." Erik grunted.

"Share it with me," Nicole kissed his neck on each side.

Erik closed his eyes and a zig zag feeling filled his stomach. Those neck kisses were his weakness.

"How I'd like to come home to your sexy ass everyday."

"Why didn't you want to tell me that?" Nicole smiled down at him with her hands on his solid chest.

"Because...I'm not the one coming home to you everyday, am I?"

Nicole nibbled on her bottom lip.

"It's okay...we can role play like I am...that's what's fun about sex...we can do whatever we want to make it better," Erik grabbed her chin gently before kissing her again.

He didn't want to rush anything with Nicole. After all the frustration he felt because of Arnelle and Shaunice cock-blocking, he needed to dissect her piece by piece. He already had that delicious pussy and those beautiful tits in his mouth. He wanted to see how she looked with the soles of her feet planted against the headboard when he pushed her legs back. He wanted to view the arch in her back and how those cheeks clapped when he gave her backshots.

"I don't think you're ready, E...shit...I don't think you're ready, baby."

Erik smirked at her, "you're definitely not ready for me."

"I am, I've been ready."

"Nik, don't play with me," Erik went to untie her bikini top. He watched the strings fall forward before he did the same to the other strings.

"Don't play with me," His eyes went down to stare at the titty-fucking material inches away from his face.

Erik could only shake his head before he started sucking on her nipples. Erik's hands smoothed up her back before he pressed his fingers firmly against her flesh to keep her body still. Nicole smoothed her faux locs out of the way and swept them to the side so she could watch him suck. Her tongue flexed up to lick her top lip.

"You sucking my titties, daddy." She hyped him.

"These my titties." Erik replied before taking his teeth to lightly nibble on her big, brown nipples. His spit caused the Playboy Bunny nipple piercings to shine.

Not only is he a sucker for that phat ass but her pretty titties had him mesmerized. He could go all day sucking until his jaw cramps up but he was determined to be in her pussy all over his room. She'll be with him all night for sure because he'll be craving, coveting, needing, and wanting that pussy. Erik's hands reached down to cuff Nicole's pussy in his hand. Warm and phat in his hand. He had his tongue in her pussy but never his fingers.

"You wanna put your thick fingers in my pussy? Here—

Erik slapped her hand out of the way.

"All you gotta do is sit there and let me do what I gotta do, ma. The only help I need from you is to keep these fucking legs wide open so I can dig in that pussy better." Erik commanded with a pleasantly raspy voice.

Nicole spreads her legs more for him. She grabbed onto the back of the couch to steady herself because she knew as soon as he put those fat fingers in her pussy, she wouldn't be able to control what the lower half of her body does. He kept whispering for her to stay wide. From his angle, all he could see was her phat pussy lips. It's that phat that he can't see her inner folds. As soon as she was finally free of that bikini bottom, he got a good look at her swollen pussy lips and all the wetness that spilled everywhere from him sucking on her titties and kissing her.

"That's what I'm talking about, pussy wet for me already," he smoothed his fingers on her vulva.

Erik wanted to do the naughtiest thing ever. He kept thinking about shooting ropes of cum in her pussy and on her swollen lips. The knowledge of her husband knowing that she could potentially have another man's seed inside of her has his dick cast iron hard.

"Can you feel me?" He asked as he pressed down on her hips to hold her ass against his erection, "I want you to understand that I am gonna tear your ass up, Nik..."

He takes two of his fingers and curls them, dipping it in and out of her pussy. She kept her eyes wide open on him, shifting her hips so that he would have more access to her spread open pussy. Erik started off slow in her creamy hole so he could get a feel of how snug she is. It's warm, soft, drawing his fingers in like the suction end of a vacuum, deep enough to take all ten inches and a width that will fill her up.

"Damn, I love the way this shit feels..." he whispered to her, "you take dick in this tight pussy? This tight fucking pussy? How do you take dick in this tight pussy, ma?" Erik asked with furrowed brows and a constant lick of his lips between speaking. He genuinely wanted to know. With her snug, little pussy you would think it wouldn't fit. But that's not how Erik thinks. Any pussy can adjust to a bigger dick. He'll get all of his wood inside of her for sure.

"Yes, I do, fuckkk," Nicole tried to control her breath but it was proven difficult. She started letting out ragged breaths that turned into harsh moans.

Unh...Unh...Unh—Unh...Uh—Uhh—Uhmmmm."

He had to kiss the lips that were the source of those lovely sounds. He imagined himself playing audio of her moans with his AirPod Pros in his ears while lying in bed in a hotel suite away on business. He'll be in Dubai when he gets back from Cabo. It's dark...he's stroking his oiled up dick, her moans in his ears...

"Damn, daddy, you're tryna split me in half with these fat ass fingers you got!" She cries out.

"I'm tryna split that pussy in half with this dick too.”

Erik glances across to the other couch, watching his wife suck his best friend's dick. She really wanted to throat Arnelle. She had a suck-jerk combo going on while bobbing her head like crazy. No lie, that shit was sexy. With his eyes on the scene before him, Erik angles his fingers inside of Nicole more so he could have a better stroke. She felt his warm hand smack against her shaved mound. The noise that pussy was making...

"I love playing in your pussy so much girl...look at me...I love fingering this tight pussy so much. You get my dick hard as a rock. You got me working up a sweat like I'm fucking you right now..."

"You are fucking me, daddy." She corrects him.

He could feel his dick ready to rip through the seams of his trunks from how hard it was. She let out a sweet-sounding moan, her body lifting up and down onto his fingers. That ass was bouncing off his thighs like an Appleround Space Hopper Ball. Erik let her do her thing, watching her with a groan and a forceful bite of his bottom lip. She fell forward against him, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, her cum dripping down his fat digits and in between. He softly slapped her pussy lips with those same fingers.

"Good girl, fuck, I love making you cum, I want you to look at me so I can see every single reaction on your face when I'm fucking you, understand? I want you to see just how bad I wanna be inside of you."

Erik was sweating with her over him. His neck and face was covered in sweat. Heart pounding, Erik took one more look across from him to see Arnelle positioning Shaunice on his dick. It was ready, set, GO for them. Erik then brought his fingers to his mouth and slowly started sucking them clean. It was time. Time to pick Nicole up, wrap her thighs around his waist, walk her to his room for the evening, and get busy.

"...you know what time it is, Nik?"

Nicole nodded her head with a blush on her face. Erik couldn't hide his dimpled smile.

"Let's finish this in my room. This couch ain't big enough for the both of us...not with how I plan on having you."

He didn't wait for Nicole to gather herself when he stood from the couch in one swift movement and carried her to the bedroom leaving Shaunice and Arnelle behind. After all, they are swapping.

_______

Nicole engulfs Erik's dick, swallowing him whole. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his dick before bobbing her head over his length. Erik watched her pretty brown eyes open and close while she whimpered and gurgled on his meat. Her jaws were so tight on him. She didn't want that dick out her mouth at all. Her lips strained to fit around him since Erik is so damn girthy and hard. As soon as he put her down on the soft bed, Nicole got on her knees, crawled to the edge of the bed, and yanked his trunks down. It was one thing having his fingers inside of her and making her cum. It's another when his stiff dick is applying pressure to your swollen clit. The entire time he was finger-popping her creamy entrance, she could feel her taste buds activate at the thought of sucking his dick. That chocolate stick going in and out of her little mouth.

"You want Daddy to fuck your throat? I will make you choke in here you better give me what I need. You gon' do what I say?"

She replied with more passion. He didn't care if he was going to bust before he sank in that pussy. Her head game had him delirious. She would roll her neck and bob her head at the same time. Then, she did this trick with her tongue where it would twirl around the tip of his dick as she sucked. It created loud slurping, gurgling and popping noises.

Slurp, pop, slurp, pop.

Gurgle, slurp, gurgle, slurp.

"You would think I'm your husband with the way you're sucking on me, Nik," Erik shook his head and hissed.

Damn, this nigga has a big, fat dick. She couldn't stop moaning with it in her mouth. Reaching beneath her, Nicole's fingers could feel her pussy dripping to the bed in slimy trails. She was beyond ready. Prepared to the highest degree. She couldn't wait. Her excitement was through the roof. That we really shouldn't be doing this sex. She didn't know what this meant for them after Cabo but she was going to make the most of it for damn sure. Nicole popped her mouth off, licking the side of Erik's shaft before she sucked the tip of Erik's dick, moaning with it in her mouth while her pretty brown eyes blinked up at him innocently.

Popping her mouth off, Nicole said, "My pussy is so wet."

Nicole rubbed her clit. She could hear her wetness glide over her erect clit that was in desperate need to be sucked on, "Fuck, look at all this dick I'm taking in my mouth. Look, daddy." She started slobbing on him again.

Erik could hardly look with his eyes so low.

"Oh, shit," Erik's hand was on the base of her head with a defeated expression on his face.

It was coming. It crept up so unexpectedly. Spurts of cum spilled in her mouth. He couldn't find any more words and Nicole kept tonguing his dick.

"It's so thick," Nicole closed her eyes while licking her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, "I'm gonna enjoy fucking on this monster dick."

"I'm gonna tear your pussy up. Keep talking like that and watch how I give you this big dick, " Erik barked out, "Lil' nasty bitch. Lay on your back, hurry the fuck up, Nik, come on," Erik said as he rushed her.

Nicole is flat against the bed now with her knees bent. Erik could see her sloppy pussy and the wetness on her inner thighs.

"Don't make no sense, Nik..."

He leaned over while still standing and ran his tongue all over her pussy. Each stroke of his tongue Nicole would work her hips as if she was fucking his tongue herself. She was being a frisky little bitch right now and Erik licked harder and longer to let her know that he liked the way she was pushing that pussy in his face.

"All up on your face, daddy, get that pussy—Unh! Yesssss!"

Her hips were off of the bed and she pulled his locs into her fist. Erik's lips were wrapped around her and that's when she shouted.

"YES!" She damn near screamed, falling back against the bed.

She was talking shit and now she couldn't get one word out only moaning. His sucking bounced off of the walls. This time, she didn't prepare herself for an orgasm. She had an urge to urinate and she knew it only meant she was going to squirt. Lips were like a goddamn suction cup on her pussy and like a vacuum, tightly drawing her folds into his mouth.

"UNH...UHMMMMM FUCKKKK—

Those were her moans followed by a constant sharp inward breath. When he finally stopped she stared at him at a loss for words. She touched her clit and inner folds so she could see how puffy they were.

"I'm gonna sit on your face for the rest of the trip," Nicole exhaled, "That was so good..."

"Yeah? I'm your personal seat, baby."

Erik gives Nicole a gentle kiss as they both ended up further on the bed. Nicole's head went back against the pillows while Erik was on top of her. He kept her face still with one hand while his tongue did all the work. Breaking the kiss, Erik sits up on his knees and widens Nicole's thighs.

"You can get them back far? Let me see..."

He slowly brought her legs forward watching her face at the same time. Nicole's hands wrapped around her ankles and her feet did exactly what Erik wanted them to do—touch that headboard.

"Oh, you're dangerous," He smirked at her.

Her pussy is open and waiting. Her clit and inner folds were so erect and rushing with blood. She was ready to explode.

"Fuck, you sexy ass bitch," Erik grabbed his dick at the base, lifted it up, and dropped it on her pussy. It plopped down heavy.

"Unh," Nicole's eyes focused on the way his dick throbbed when he smacked her puss with it.

"I'm ready now," Nicole whined, "Erik, please, I'm ready. Please."

The build up was killing her so bad that her body ached. It was killing him too. With his eyes on her, Erik's dick stood straight out at her entrance. It was like a gateway to heaven.

"My pussy," he whispered so low she could hardly hear him.

The wide head of his dick popped in. Only the head. This woman...she gripped his tip and squeezed. Erik frowned at her with a flare of his nostrils. Nicole closed her eyes. Using his thumbs, he held her pussy lips open and thrust in some more.

"Nik," that's all he could say was her name. It was everything he imagined it would be.

"Nik...Nik...Nik."

She was in trouble. He isn't even filling her up properly and already he's obsessed. Nicole stole her eyes away from Erik to watch him enter her for the first time. He did it inch by inch now and all she could do was stare and part her lips. Erik held her fat pussy lips apart so he could watch how his vast and long dick stretched her walls out. They had to keep checking on each other to confirm if they felt the same deep connection. This wasn't a moment to go fast. They both wanted to take their time. The gears switched so fast. One minute he wanted to fuck her and fuck her good. Now, he just wanted to learn her and stroke her gently first.

Erik stayed still with his eyes on her face.

Nicole could not believe that much dick was in her pussy.

Shaunice is a lucky woman. Dick so massive in her little pussy. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip causing Nicole's head to fall back like she didn't have control of her neck. Erik then sank back inside but slower this time. Nicole could not stop staring at him.

"Erik," She could only say his name with a shaky breath.

"Mmmm," Erik hummed with pleasure, "make you take it right here on this bed..."

He started planning all the wild things he wanted to do with her. Secret meeting-ups and phone sex. Nicole would get tired of him eating that pussy. Erik wanted to stuff dick in her every hour on the hour. Erik placed his fingers in Nicole's mouth while he stroked slow. Nicole was constantly reminded of the fullness his dick provided. She could feel her eyes brimming with tears. It was so good. Taking his wet fingers, Erik rubs her clit.

"Is this dick everything you wanted?"

Nicole nodded her head.

"I'm not accepting that as a response, Nik...talk to me."

"I—I can't," Nicole cried.

"Why?" Erik asked before he withdrew his dick from her pussy. She is making a mess all over him.

"Because—Erik, yes, oh God, yes."

He was back inside.

"Because what?"

"It's—daddy, you're stretching me out!"

He could go faster now. Erik lifts his body up into a push-up position above her and starts stroking her like that. He had to widen his legs so he could drop his hips down better. He kept his focus on her face. Nicole's phat, wet pussy tugged on his dick so fucking good. He almost lost control when he snapped his hips into hers harder. Her hips angled upwards and he could see her fucking him back.

"What the fuck? You better not stop, Nik, you better not." He commanded.

"I'll never stop," She replied.

"Good girl...fuck yes."

Erik dropped down to his knees, reached up to grab the headboard with one hand while his other hand wrapped around one of Nicole's ankles. He pumped faster inside of her, reminded of why this is his favorite position to begin with. He's so deep in Nicole. And it's all raw dick too. Raw, creamy sex. Erik's stroke was beyond what she expected. Sure, she knew the sex would be damn good but not like this. There is no way it can happen just once, even in Cabo. It was out of control how wet she was. And he didn't stop.

"Keep working that thick dick in me, don't stop, get all in this pussy, Erik, I want you to break me, Fuckkkk, please, Sir, make me take every inch of your huge dick in my little pussy."

When she called him Sir that triggered Erik's kinky side.

"Fucking freak," Erik said through clenched teeth.

"Damn look at that big dick. Dick so big and hard yummy yummy, fuck it all night and all day long."

"You talk so nasty, girl. Keep going."

"Destroy my pussy with this big dick."

"You nasty bitch—

"Bust my tight little hole open—

"OH YEAH?" Erik tilted his head at her, "Girl, I'll bust your shit so wide... won't be the same for when your husband fuck you. I'll make sure you know who this pussy really belongs to. Me. Nasty ass..."

"That's what I want...it's what my husband wants too."

"FUCK—

"Stretch my hole wide. It's okay...go faster...huuuuh, that's it! Pump that big ass dick in me!"

"DAMN-

Erik couldn't believe it. It happened all at once. The tightening of his heavy sack, the throbbing of his dick, the intense pressure on the head of dick. He came. Hard. Without warning. Deep inside of her pussy. He didn't mean to get his before her but all she did was smile at him.

"We got all night." She spoke tenderly.

That reminder kept him solid.

"I can't believe—I think I'm in love with you."

They both laughed. Erik pulled out and went to lay next to Nicole. He was on his back with her leaning over him, staring at him with desire. With his knuckles, he stroked her cheek.

"You can't fall in love with me," She gave him a teasing smile.

"I've come to realize that you're my kryptonite..."

"You think so?"

"Tell me you don't feel the same...Nik...I need you to tell me right fucking now. Do you want to see me after this trip? Do you want to keep having sex with me?"

Nicole looked downward. Erik sat up and tilted her head up.

"Nicole, I need to have you—

"Yes."

Erik felt his heart skip a beat.

"Yes you'll keep seeing me?" Erik asked with an elevated brow.

"...yes." She spoke softly.

"Damn," Erik grabbed his dick up, "I can't wait."

"Me neither—

"Your pussy is so good, baby.”

Erik couldn't get enough.

"Your dick is so good...I couldn't believe that much dick was inside of me like that...I was creaming so much, E."

He was ready for round two now. It didn't take long; he was anxious.

"Come suck this daddy dick."

Nicole pulled her faux locs back from her face. When she put her face in his lap Erik held her hair back for her. She sucked him clean with no hands.

"I can picture all the freaky shit we can get into..."

She was swallowing him.

"I can't wait to tie you up..."

Nicole lifted her face and strings of saliva appeared.

"...tie me up? You're kinky?" Nicole smiled.

"You don't even know."

Nicole's eyes glittered.

"Come up here and ride this dick."

"It's my turn?" Nicole asked as she climbed on top of Erik reverse cowgirl.

"Gawd, damn," Erik popped her ass with both of his hands, "if only you could see the way this ass and puss look from behind right now."

"I know, it's perfect, right? It's there for you to focus on."

Nicole grabs his dick and couldn't believe how hard he is after cumming twice. His balls are snug and the head of his dick is swollen and leaking pre-cum. After she got into position with her back to him, Nicole bit her lip feeling her wet pussy sitting on the length of his dick. Erik reached under her and moved his dick to stand him. Nicole lifted herself up and lowered down onto him. Immediately, she started to ride him while holding onto his legs. Erik's arms splayed out. Nicole realized how much control Erik was giving her. He has no intentions on taking control because he wanted her to realize just how much she wanted him and needed him. To let him know. She just wanted to climb right on and get started—easing that big dick into her pussy.

"Unh, yes, fill this pussy up..unh...right there." Nicole moaned out to him when he adjusted his hips to find her spot.

"Bend forward some more...just like that...show me you can take this long dick better than my wife."

That seemed to turn a switch on in her brain.

"I can definitely take this long dick better than your wife can—

"Do it."

Nicole remembers all the screaming and running Shaunice did when Erik fucked her on the edge of the bed. There is simply no comparison. Nicole got into a squat position and gave Erik one final look over her shoulder, silently telling him he wasn't prepared for what was about to happen. First it was the slapping of her bouncing ass off his hips. Then, it was the way that tight puss wrapped around his dick like a warm blanket. She knew exactly what she needed and she took it.

"Fuck me, bitch, fuck me," Erik spanked her ass, "Oh, you fucking slut, ride my dick, ride it, girl, just ride it!"

Nicole looked back at Erik, licking those tasty lips of hers. She can definitely take his fat dick better than his wife. She was doing that shit so effortlessly. His best friend's wife is a slut for him and she wants to see him after Cabo. She wants to feel his big, fat, throbbing dick deep and his big, heavy balls slapping on her clit. She's such a good little slut craving his dick.

"You got that creamy pussy, Nik, ride daddy as hard as you can, nice and creamy, that's what I like to see—

"I'll do all the work daddy—

"That's exactly what I want you to do."

"Fuck, baby," Nicole got down on her knees. She flipped her hair over her shoulder only for Erik to yank on it from behind.

"Keep fuckin' riding this dick right fuckin' now." Erik barked out. His voice is deep and dangerous just like his third leg.

All you can hear is the low slaps of her ass hitting his thighs and their moans. Erik grunted and egged her on to keep taking his fat ass dick and make her pussy cum. Nicole kept moaning and telling Erik how good he felt. She moaned louder when she felt him squeeze her ass cheek in the palm of his hand. His sweat came from anticipation of this only being the beginning. He had every intent on fucking Nicole nonstop after Cabo, making plans to see him again and again and again. He knew he shouldn't be doing any of that but if she agreed to let him fuck her good whenever she wanted it, he would keep doing it gladly. This is what she's been craving for days. Months.

"Keep goin', baby," Erik groaned, "you're almost there, I feel that puss gripping me tighter, use my dick and make yourself cum, do what the fuck I say, I wanna see how your pussy looks cumming on my dick—there you go, baby, fuck—

"Oooh!! Yes!!!"

Nicole sat down on Erik fully and started gyrating her ass for him while cumming at the same time. She rocked her hips back and forth, back and forth, pussy keeping a hold on his dick. He looked up at her with his handsome face frowned with ecstasy. When he reached out to grab her by her neck from behind, Nicole moaned his name and he could feel her cumming on his dick again. His fingertips slowly released from the sides of her neck and down her sweaty back. Nicole opened her eyes afterward and she could feel herself beginning to blush. Why did he make her feel like this? That warm feeling in her gut. Erik felt a pleasuring pull at his dick and looked down to see Nicole getting off of him. He didn't need to tell her, she held her hair to one side of her head and cleaned him off from his balls to his tip.

"Now, what was that about showing you who can ride this dick better?"

Nicole arched her back with her ass pointed in the air. She licked his dick while staring up at him through her lashes. Erik's eyes trailed from her big, melanated booty down to her eyes. He smoothed his locs from his forehead to wipe the sweat away before taking a deep breath. He could smell their sex and his balls grew tighter.

"That arch in your back...you tryna tell me something?"

Nicole smacked Erik's dick on her tongue before rubbing his wide tip across her lips like she was applying gloss.

"I think I deserve backshots for being such a good girl."

"You know that's my favorite view," Erik licked his lips, "make my dick hard just looking at your ass in the air right now."

"You know what to do...it's right here for you...all for you."

Nicole placed her lips on his balls to give them a kiss before she positioned herself on the edge of the bed. Erik got up and when he stood behind her, Nicole made her ass wobble. That pink pussy kept winking at him from behind, tantalizing him.

"Harder..." Nicole whispered to him, "I want you to really show me how much you want me...I want it hard. Please, baby, please."

Erik slapped her big ass hard to start.

His hands were all over her body at this point. Her ass, her back, reaching around to grab her titties. When he pointed his dick to her pussy and thrust forward his hands grabbed onto her hips and he gave her what she asked for—hard.

"Ah, shit—

"Ah, shit ain't all you're gonna be saying. I'm about to be all up in this pussy...and you got your ass up how I like too? Mmm..."

"Oh, fuck! Oh! Hmm! Baby! That dick! That dick, baby!"

The way her voice sounded Erik almost bust another nut inside of her.

"Hold your cheeks open, Nik." Erik commanded.

"Yes, daddy...like that?"

"Yup, this the dick of your dreams? You couldn't sleep at night because you kept thinking about this dick."

He wasn't asking her he was telling her.

"Long deep strokes are my favorite, daddy. I wanna feel all of that dick hitting this pussy. A dick that big deserves to penetrate me."

Erik chuckles, "Right to my balls, Nik. I'm tryna be deep down to my fucking balls in your pussy."

"Unh, hummmm, he's in there," Nicole started biting the sheets, "more, more, more—

Erik cut her words short when he started pounding from the back. It's so solid and her wetness is just coating him. it all just feels so good and Nicole wanted to do this more with him. She created a mental picture in her mind of the way his jaw tightens and how his eyes are sort of squinting when he's focused on fucking.

"Goddamn, Nik, your pussy is leaking girl!"

There is a new stain in the sheets now. Wow, imagine being under that when all the sweet juices are dripping out. He'd be gulping and slurping. Nothing feels better than feeling that pussy squirt on his dick.

"That needs to be all on my face next time." Erik said between strokes.

He was piping her up good, still just as stunned to be digging her out as much as she is to have that dick. He was slutting her all the way out. It played into her fantasies so well.

"That's a good Bitch," Erik grunted, "I needed this shit right here, you can take all kinds of dick, I'm tryna feed this pussy, Nik, this pussy wants my cum."

"Yes!"

Nicole could feel him poking her in her stomach almost. He didn't pause for one second.

"Wet this dick up, girl."

"Fuck," Nicole's hands left her cheeks and she gripped the sheets, "Daddy, my pussy cumming, daddy."

Instead of her running from the dick she started throwing her ass back. Erik paused his stroking and watched Nicole use his dick like a dildo suctioned to a wall. He smirked at her before going back at it, killing her spot and making her squirt again. Erik pulled her head back and kissed her on the lips.

"Fill me up, Daddy—

"You getting it, trust me," His voice was deep and guttural, not as soft and smooth as before. It made Nicole shudder.

"Erik, fuck, you're not playing," Nicole twisted her body to look at him with her face half way smashed into the mattress. She scrunched her face with deep concentration and delivered a hard bounce back off of him at the same time he entered her. She saw a flash of gold and when her eyes went upwards she could see his lip poked out and his gold caps. He gave her a wink and a lip bite to tease her and Nicole wiped that smirk right off of his face when she started popping her pussy on his dick.

"GODDAMN—

"You're gonna cum in my pussy again? The last time wasn't enough for me."

"I'm not pulling out this pussy no fucking way. Been waiting to get in this shit...fuck, girl, you keep making it rain on this dick, juicy pussy, got that pussy open, you ready?"

Erik fixed Nicole's arch since she was sinking into the bed. As soon as that ass was back into position, he continued where he left off, banging her back out.

"Bend over and lemme stuff this greedy little pussy with this thick heavy dick, girl!"

Pussy tight but when his dick is inside she accommodates him. Nicole just kept thinking about how she couldn't wait for Erik to be inside of her again. Giving her the kind of craving... the kind of satisfaction... the kind of thick dick she's been eager and desperate to have. Nicole couldn't control the urge to feel his dick up to the hilt of her pussy. She looked back at him through her faux locs, gazing into his dark and sexy eyes and increased the speed at which she circled his dick with her pussy. The muscles in his body flexed as he forced her hips back. He was so close, she could tell by the way he locked her wrists behind her back. He would pause for about three seconds before his dick was back inside. His dick pressed inside to fuck her long, with hard strokes again. There was no more pausing, he accepted the feeling and started grunting and growling. Nicole could hear her pussy lips spread each time he went in and out.

"Yes, Erik, yes, I wanna feel it again, give it to me, please! Daddy, you're hitting that spot, stroke it!" Nicole begged.

"MMMM DAYUMMMMM," Erik uttered in a low gruff tone. He used Nicole's hands like handlebars and held his dick deep inside of her. Erik stares her in the eyes through his locs while his dick encircled her tight puss before pulsating and rippling inside of her, releasing his thick cum deep inside of her. So deep with the way his toned hips flexed. Nicole lets out another sharp moan with a stupefied expression on her face. Erik looked her up and down with a crease of his brow before slipping his length out slowly. Nicole moans weakly with a pout of her lips.

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[sinner-as-saint]

Can’t Get Enough

F-boy!Steve x Reader AU

Run-through: Despite all the warnings and words of caution, you still get involved with the most arrogant and popular fuckboy on campus…

Themes: fuckboy!steve, smut, fluff?

“He’s bad news.”

“He’s like, the most arrogant person ever. Walks around like he owns the place.”

“Screw Rogers honestly, he just wants to fuck everyone and everything.”

“Him and his friends are exactly the kind of people you should stay away from at all times.”

Words of cautions, warning you against Steve Rogers – the notorious, popular, drop dead gorgeous guy on campus – came flooding in from everywhere. But did you listen? No.

How could you when all he did was walk around with that god damn smirk on, and his irresistible deep blue eyes which reminded you of the bluest of seas on a sunny day, and those tight shirts which; showing off his perfect, muscular body.

And that god damn baseball cap worn backwards – that made you weak almost each time you ran into him at the coffee shop, at a party or rarely in the library. Although he look equally as delicious without it, the hat definitely added on to his bad boy charm.

And secretly, we all love a bad boy, don’t why? So despite all the warnings, you fell for his charm and his boyish manner – falling head first – the minute he approached you at a party one night. It was a uni after party, so it was packed with horny young adults – including yourself.

Steve walked over to you with a seductive smirk on his pretty face. His smooth pick-up lines, and cheesy jokes and his impeccable body won you over in less than a few minutes. “Wanna get out of here?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, deciding to play just a little hard to get. Because truth is, you were ready to get low, down and gritty right there and then. “Yeah no, I’m not fucking you tonight Rogers.” You smirked and walked away. Needless to say, he followed you like a lost puppy.

“Come on, Y/N.” he faked pouted and everything when he cornered you playfully near the stairs. “I’ll be so good to you.” he whispered the last part in your ear. And you would be lying if you said your whole body didn’t feel all hot and bothered.

You shook your head and tried walking away again. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. “Let’s go for a drive then, away from all this.”

Your common sense left and you agreed.

He did take you for a drive, in his expensive car – daddy’s money you figured. And he also fucked you in the backseat of his car.

Legs spread apart, hands holding each side of your waist as you lowered yourself down on his thick, hard cock. The moment you had him inside you, he threw his head back and let out a loud, shameless moan, “Fuck…” his voice deep and raspy with lust; which only made you want to fuck him even more.

A lot of things gave away that he had done this before. The way he knew how to maneuver around, how to position your body, where to kiss you to make you lose your mind, where to hold you to get you going… but you didn’t care. The need to have him was pressing and all your mind could focus on is making both of you cum.

“Come on doll, don’t be shy. Ride me,” he grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer, biting down on your lower lip gently. “Ride me big cock like you know you want to. Show me how bad you want it…” he trailed off in another loud moan as you lifted your body up and sank down on him again. This cock stretching you out and filling you up each time. You could feel him deep inside you, you could see the bulge which formed at your lower abdomen as he filled you up.

You threw your head back and moaned as well, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you quickened your pace. Steve lifted his hips occasionally, fucking into you and reaching deeper inside you but he mostly let you do all the work.

“Fuck… you feel so fucking good…” he moaned, biting down on your neck, and shoulder. “So wet, and warm and tight for me.” He whispered against your skin.

At some point, realizing that you were purposely slowing down to tease him each time, he growled and grabbed you by the hips and just pounded into you; lifting his hips up and fucking you hard and fast. You felt him stretch you out like no one ever did before. He felt so snug and so big inside you; you were losing your mind

Okay but fuckboy!steve would make you cum like no one else. Just absolutely railing you in the backseat of his car; not bothering about how loud you got, or how warm and steamy it got inside his car; he’d just be at it until you’re a whimpering mess, filled with his cum. One orgasm overlapping with another, toes curling, voice hoarse, Steve would own all of you in that moment, and you’d happily let him.

Yet, after that steamy night you expected him to pretend like he never saw met you. Ghost you like he did other girls, but no. He found you in the library, and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek. You were just as surprised as the rest of your friends when they saw that interaction.

You two never called it a relationship. But everyone else knew that you two were spending every day and night together.

Okay but fuckboy!steve would be so awkward about dates; it would be borderline funny.

“Do you wanna like, do something after class today?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, movie or something? We can grab dinner afterwards. Or go to the beach. You pick.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

He’d blush and try to hide his face. “What, no! I just wanna hang out.”

Hanging out with fuckboy!steve meant going places and fucking as much as you could without getting caught.

Sex in the library, after he snuck the two of you in after closing time.

Sex in his car, like every weekend.

Sex in bathrooms at parties; in the pool after everyone’s passed out drunk, on balconies, and in whichever bed you could find.

He never called himself your boyfriend, but he was ready to fight whoever the fuck even dared to flirt with you, or even look at you the wrong way. Even his friends found it unusual. Sam and Bucky often passed flirty comments at you, and they both always received a smack on the head for it.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam always complained about his friend’s protective behavior. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything.”

Steve would roll his eyes, “Shut up Sam. She’s mine.”

Being Steve’s girl would include;

Receiving dirty texts when you’re in class. The kind which made you lose focus and send your mind straight to the gutter.

Going on long drives to nowhere in particular and making out in his car.

Stealing and wearing his jackets and hoodies, and have every girl stare at you in envy. Or wearing his baseball caps when you’re out sometimes.

Keeping up with his moodiness.

Teasing him about how you’d tell his friends that he secretly loves watching Disney movies with you.

Him bragging to his friends about how good you are in bed, and once you caught him and didn’t speak to him for a whole week and he was miserable. Incessant calls and messages, and begging for forgiveness.

Arguments leading to hardcore, hot sex where you’re both just fucking the frustration out of each other. Steve secretly liked you a little feisty. And you liked it when he was all rough and mean in bed.

Sitting on his lap, keeping his cock warm while he plays video games. And all the grunts and sighs of victory leaving his lips would only make you want to fuck him even more.

“Hey, sit still.” He’d whisper once he catches you trying to grind your hips against him.

You’d whine at how you were right on the edge; his cock stretching you out, snug inside you, throbbing in need against your walls. All you needed him to do is make you cum already. “Steve please.”  

He’d chuckle and smirk. “No. You’ve been a brat all day. Bitching about how I don’t give you enough attention and I don’t care about you. And brats don’t get to cum so easily. Now sit still, I’ll be done in like half an hour or so.”

Okay but imagine fuckboy!steve being secretly a softie who loves cuddles and loves it when you baby him, shower him with cuddles and kisses. But then around his friends he’s that guy who pretends he’s all tough and manly.

But when he’s with you it’s all like; “What are you doing over there? Come here and give me cuddles, I’m cold.” He’d pout.

And you knew he was nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t get enough of him.