#and I have a two by ten foot strip at the back of the parking lot to work with

[wearethekat]

June Book Reviews: The 30-Minute Gardener by Greg Loades

Picked this book up at the library completely on a whim. One of my rare forays into nonfiction (usually my nonfiction reading is pretty exclusively limited to skimming crafts books, and I don't count things I don't read to cover to cover.) This is a meditation on the beauties of gardening, of going out every day and puttering about and building something bit by bit. It's about watching the seasons turn and taking five minutes to deadhead every day and admiring the dewdrops on the grass. (taking you by the shoulders and rattling you very gently) IT'S ABOUT THE MIRACLE OF THE BEAN SPROUT, THAT EVERY TIME IT EMERGES FROM THE SEED AND GLORIOUSLY UNFURLS-

Ahem. Anyway. This book was very serendipitously timed to catch me in early summer in the mania of planting when everything is just getting started and I'm battiest about gardening. The practical advice included in this book was almost comedically irrelevant-- he's from the north of England, I've lived my whole life in a dry mild Mediterranean climate. Lots of information about winterproofing things for hard freezes and protecting against soggy ground and suggestions for plants that wouldn't work here. But in everything else, this man is precisely exactly on the same wavelength of how I feel about gardening.

This is far enough off from my usual reading that I can't exactly recommend it to you all, but I'll say I had the time of my life reading it.

[klausinamarink]

A Surprise! :)

forgive me my dudes

At twenty-two years old, Eddie has been always suspicious of any packages that arrived on his doorstep. Even if they were addressed directly to Wayne, he would never pick it up with a ten foot pole.

Being the freak of Hawkins had its downsides and prank deliveries was one of them. Sure, some of the packages were hideously funny like a jar of fake blood or rubber spiders. Like that was going to send Edward Munson running back to the landfill he crawled out of.

But the contents became so much more threateningly creative in the last year, even after Eddie was cleared of all charges and he and Wayne moved to a new house further out of town.

So the sight of a small taped box on the kitchen counter made Eddie’s heart stopped.

But Wayne told him that it was legit and the sender meant no harm. He said this with that knowing wink whenever Steve became part of their conversation.

Oh. Eddie checked the handwriting and breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank fuck, it’s just Steve.

He was too quick to rip it open, but still kept careful and cautious enough. He blinked at the reveal of a cassette tape. It had a strip of plain tape on the side where two words and a smiley face were written in fat black marker: A Surprise! :)

Eddie grinned, unable to contain his giddiness as he hurriedly hobbled back to his room. He nearly broke the poor cassette as he inserted it into his radio player. It’s not like Steve giving him gifts out of the blue wasn’t unusual. But for him to give Eddie a mixtape? That made his poor heart combust and regenerate again, beating more faster with love.

But why did he have to drop it off instead of giving it to me? He thought as he pressed play.

Then the song of his nightmares blasted at high volume.

He immediately hit pause. Then pressed play again on autopilot.

He forced to listen to the opening, hoping this is some sick trick of his ears.

“We’re no strangers to love-”

Pause. He pressed the forward button, waited a few seconds, then hit play again.

“-just wanna tell you how I’m feel-”

Pause. Forward again. Play.

“Your heart’s been ra-”

Forward. Play.

“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down. Never gonna-”

Fucking forward again-

Click.

Eddie’s breathing heavily through his nose. He’s seeing red prickling the edges of his vision as he rewound the tape to the fucking beginning.

Forward. Play.

“You know the rules and so do I-”

He stopped the tape and clicked the button so fiercely he nearly broke it. Once the cassette was freed, he grabbed and immediately stalked out. “I’m going out!” He shouted as he snatched his car keys and passed by Wayne, who was still in the kitchen and drinking his coffee in amusement.

Eddie drove to Steve’s house, fast and furious and one-handed. He gripped the cassette in his clutches, unable to let it infect his van. Thank god his radio was off. If he heard that song play one more time-

He screeched to a stop on the driveway. He got out and marched to the front door. He knocked hard and loud for several seconds and waited, fuming. He heard a few muttering and footsteps. Then the door clicked open and there was Steve, grinning at the sight of Eddie.

And Eddie slapped him across the face.

Before Steve could recover, Eddie shoved the cursed cassette tape to his boyfriend’s chest. He yelled, “Thanks for the fucking mixtape!” And turned back around, purposefully blocking out any pleas Steve might have called out for him.

As he drove back home, Eddie felt satisfaction replacing his righteous anger. And then the satisfaction was replaced with dread and horror.

“Oh my god, I just broke up and hurt my boyfriend!” He immediately turned his van back to Steve’s house, tires screeching.

He parked more hazardously this time, but he didn’t care as he rushed out of the driver’s seat and ran back to the front door, despite his leg’s protest. This time, when Steve opened the door again, Eddie pounced on him with an inescapable koala hug, legs around his waist style.

Words tumbled out of his mouth as he carefully held his boyfriend’s face. “I’m so so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean it! I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry I hit you. I promise I never hated you at all or hate your song choices again, can you forgive me? How bad did I slap- oh god, there’s a bruise! I’m so fucking sorry I’m such a shitty boyfriend-!”

Eddie wailed tearfully into Steve’s neck as he was patted lightly on the back. He could hear Steve shushing and giggling quietly in his ear. “Hey, hey, Eds, Eddie. It’s okay, I swear. I’m fine, promise.”

Eddie shook his head like he was five years old again, “You’re not fine! I just slapped you across the face and I called you an idiot!”

“Eddie, you didn’t call me an idiot. You just said thanks for the mixtape.”

“But it was mean and horrible. And I implied that you w-”

“Hey.” He felt Steve’s nose bumping to his cheek. “First, you didn’t call me an idiot. You never had and never will, even when you’re angry. Second, it was my idea to send you that tape with the Rick Astley single. I knew you hated it, but I thought it was funny to mess with you and clearly it wasn’t. Would you call me an idiot for that?”

Eddie lifted his head up at that, staring at Steve with teary-eyed shock. “What? Of course not!”

Steve smiled softly, still looking at Eddie like he was the only best person in the whole world. “See? You now know it was a joke and I now know it was too mean-spirited. I’m very sorry about hurting your trust like that, Ed. But I promise that I’m never doing it again. You can cross my heart for me on that because I literally can’t let you go of your ass yet.”

Eddie snorted and kissed gently on the reddened skin of Steve. He felt shame burning his lips and eyes until Steve kissed him back.

“Oh my god…”

Eddie whirled his head around. The kids were in the living room, all in varied levels of shock, because of course they are. Only Max and Erica were on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn with mirroring smiles. But Robin was also here and she looked ready to murder Eddie on sight, her hand clenched around a thin ceramic vase. The only reason she hadn’t moved further was because Dustin, Mike and Lucas were literally holding her back.

“Robin. We’re cool now. Put the vase down.” Steve said nonchalantly.

Robin just glared at Eddie more. She then pointed at him and made a cutting motion across her throat before hissing, “You’re back on thin ice, Eddie.” Then she easily freed herself of the boys’ clutched and huffed towards the kitchen.

Steve started moving, still holding Eddie who was still hugging him, “We’re gonna be in my room. Just remember to knock, dipshits.”

“No sex!” Everyone yelled in unison, Robin being the loudest. Eddie bit back a laugh as he was jostled up the stairs to Steve’s bedroom. Only when they laid down on bed that Eddie finally let go, groaning at the stiffness and aches in his limbs and back. Steve rubbed a hand along his side in comfort, “You want anything?”

“Just listening to music is fine. ‘m tired.” He reached out a finger and crossed Steve’s chest. “Just no more of that Rick fucker. You change the tape while I’m listening, I’ll break your dick.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but he nodded and grabbed his Walkman from his drawer. He took out a Billy Idol cassette and showed it to Eddie who nodded in approval. Then Eddie shuffled closer, resting his head against his boyfriend’s chest as a non-Rick Astley song played though the headphones.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Fifteen.

Oh bloody blimey, besties! I should have had this with you about five hours ago, lmao! I was to preoccupied with S5 dropping, I totally forgot! I hope you enjoy it, this was a chapter I loved writing for several reasons... especially nudging them together in the spice department ;) Huge thanks to all my regular givers of that all-important engagement, you’re lovely. Mwah! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen

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Words - 3,023

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

The scenery that took them from the built up area of Provo and out towards Keri’s home was stunning, Angel thought, all tree lined roads that were still snow-capped, although like she’d told him during their time apart, there’d been no real deluges since the huge downfall that had left them stuck in at Frankie and Jaime’s apartment the previous Saturday.  

The small crescent Keri lived upon, only a five-minute walk from the foot of the mountains consisted of just seven houses, all chalet style, lots of darkly stained wood with long driveways, Keri pulling into the one with the bright yellow mailbox out front, parking up next to a Toyota Crown, Angel pointing at the dark grey vehicle. “She’s still here. Fuck.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” she reassured him, hopping out of the car, Angel making that same small noise of dread in the back of his throat he had while at the airport. He usually didn’t give a shit what people thought of him, as was the case with her friend Aaron and his disproval, but with her mom, it did matter to him more.  

Entering the house, he looked around at the décor, lots of pale jewel tones, heavy wood and thick rugs. It was cosy, rustic chic, very befitting of the location, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it up before kicking off his boots, not able to resist giving Keri’s butt a little stroke as she bent to unzip her boots. She turned with a grin, kissing him and walking through the lounge, turning right into the large, pale sage kitchen, Meryl looking up from where she’d been rooting in her bag with a small smile.

“Well,” she began, walking over and extending her hand, looking him up and down, “never let it be said that my daughter doesn't pick the good-looking ones. Hello Angel, I'm Meryl.” Civility, phew. Keri’s insides breathed a little sigh of relief.  

He leaned to kiss her cheek as they shook hands, his hammering heart slowing a little to have been greeted with reasonable warmth. He had wondered. “Nice to meet you, and I hope you don't hate me too much either.”  

Her eyebrows fluttered a touch. “That remains to be seen when I actually get to sit and talk to you properly! Anyway, I gotta dash. See you both later.” Kissing Keri on the cheek, she hauled her bag over her arm and left, leaving Angel to breathe a sigh of somewhat relief.

“Well, she didn’t take one look and tell me to fuck off, so there’s that, I guess,” he laughed, Keri encircling his waist in a hug as he yawned. “Would you mind if I went up and got a little sleep? Since you have your friends coming anyway, it keeps me out of your hair.”

“Not at all, come on.” He followed her up the stairs, Keri showing him the spare room before taking him to hers. “You can sleep in my room for now. What mom can’t see, she can’t get mad over. I like the idea of you being up here in my bed anyway.”  

He began taking his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers before climbing beneath the covers, the raw cotton linen soft and comfy against his skin. “How long do we have until your girls arrive?”  

She looked at her watch, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “About an hour.” A squeal left her mouth when he immediately sat up, yanking her down by his side, wrapping her in his arms.

“Stay here until then, even though I probably will be asleep in five minutes, I like having you next to me when I am.” He kissed her cheek, Keri running her hand up and down the bulk of his arm, feeling his lips press a few kisses against her neck.

“Deal. Want me to save you some breakfast?”  

“No thanks, baby. I’m good, I ate two footlong subs before I got on the plane.”  

“God, that’d send me into hibernation!” she exclaimed, Angel laughing, kissing the side of her neck again. She lay there with him, continuing the lazy stroking of his arm, realising that after less than two minutes, he’d drifted off. “Five minutes, my ass, sleepy man.”  Untangling herself, she got up off the bed, leaving him somewhat reluctantly to go and make preparations for breakfast.

Her clumsiness very much extended to her cooking endeavours, Keri deciding to play it safe and make a tray bake, throwing in bacon, cut up sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms into a large crock dish ready to put into the oven and then crack a few eggs over halfway through cooking. The result? A one dish bake of loveliness that she likely wouldn’t ruin, to be served with toast and a big pot of coffee.  

She had just successfully cracked the eggs into it and closed the oven once more when the doorbell chimed at just gone 8am, rushing to let her friends in, Rachel hopping up and down.

“Move! I need to pee!”

“Go upstairs,” Keri advised quickly, steering her towards the stairs. “The downstairs isn’t flushing.”  

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna wet myself!” she continued, Keri and Frankie greeting one another with a hug and kiss as Rachel stormed the stairs.  

“I swear, she has a bladder the size of an egg cup,” the latter joked. “Oh, before I forget! Jaime said can she have the top you borrowed back, please?”

“Yeah, sorry I did mean to bring it with me to college in the week. I’ll go get it now, coffee is done so go help yourself.” She was just coming back out of her bedroom as Rachel exited the bathroom, peering over her shoulder, an elegantly groomed eyebrow rising significantly higher than the other.  

“So, you’re seriously telling me, you’re making a man as good looking as he is, with a chest like that, wait for sex?”  

Keri gave her arm a soft thump. “Don’t be a perv!”

“Oh, honey!” She exclaimed softly as Keri closed her bedroom door quietly. “If I were you, I would have cancelled with us this morning and been quite happily in there, sitting right on his face.”  

A little flicker of fire licked her insides, Keri remembering doing just that to him in a dream once. “Hmm,” she began as they descended the stairs. “I might give him a little something before he leaves again. I might not.”

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of something, a little tease,” Rachel giggled, giving her shoulders a soft squeeze.  

“Who’s teasing? You mean Keri and her big ole’ wedge of man upstairs?” Frankie called as they entered the kitchen. “Still not uncrossing your legs for the poor fella then, K?”  

“That remains to be seen,” she spoke sweetly, moving to the toaster and placing the bread in.  

Frankie snorted into her coffee mug. “Beets, just give up the P! How long has it been since you got laid?”  

Her mouth twisted into an uncomfortable grimace. “Three months.”

“Oh, oh three months, she says, three months, she throws out like it’s nothing,” Frankie spoke, her voice full of comic dismissiveness. “Get up those stairs and have a ride on him, go on. We can wait, can’t we?”

Rachel nodded rapidly. “We can.”

“Quit it!” they were advised, Keri feeling her cheeks reddening. “You two are awful.”

Rachel cocked her head, taking a seat next to Frankie. “I’ll take that.”

“Yeah, me too.” Her grin finally made Keri crack as she placed the dish down on the place mats upon the island, laughing as she began to serve up the breakfast, Frankie helping by getting up to go and butter the toast.  

They enjoyed their food, chattering away as they ate and then cleared up the mess, Keri picking up her camera and taking a few beautifully candid shots of them both, turning to show them along the way.  

“Oh, look at that one!” Frankie gushed, viewing the close up of Rachel smiling the way the light caught the green tones in her eyes, the vibrancy of her red hair even more luminous, the subject herself loving it just as much.

“Yeah, that looks amazing.”  

All three of them nearly died of fright at the sudden appearance of Angel, three shocked squeaks making him rumble with laughter, Frankie smacking him in the abs with an almighty slap against his bare skin.  

“Dickhead!” she cried, Angel wrapping her in a hug, kissing the top of her head, greeting Rachel too, who grinned hugely at being squished against the very chest she’d so admired, Angel then moving to Keri, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Thought you were sleeping?” she asked, looking up at him.  

“Turns out two hours is all I needed. Besides, can I be blamed for there being three gorgeous women in the house and me not coming to hang out with them?”  

“Charmer,” Frankie snorted. “You gotta dial it back, or Rachel will be sliding off her fucking stool.”  

“Oh yeah?” he asked, eyes fixing on Rachel, mortified by her friend. “Like what you see, huh, Rach?”  

“Keri is a lucky girl, that’s all I’m saying,” she spoke, side eyeing a very proud looking Frankie, who just kept right on going.

“She isn’t that lucky! We’ve been told, Angel, that she’s being all coy where giving up the P is concerned.” Keri’s lips tightened, glad Angel was behind her so he couldn’t see the look on her face, her eyes widening in a ‘don’t you dare!’ stare of death. “You’d probably get further with a nun.”  

Immediately, he boomed with laughter, but not solely in response to the joke. “I did, one time.”  

“What?” Frankie shouted. “You tried to fuck a nun?”

“Didn’t try.” Leaning forward, he reached for a shiny, red apple from the fruit bowl. “Did fuck her, mamas.”  

Keri’s mouth dropped open, turning to look at him as he bit into the apple, the others wearing the exact same faces of shock. “You defiled one of god’s wives?”

He shrugged, winking. “She liked it.”  

Immediately, Frankie reached across the island, throwing her fist forward. “Bump it, bro. That’s the best score I’ve ever heard in my life!” He obliged, laughing.  

“Unholy come-union,” Rachel added, Angel bellowing with laughter.  

“Yeah, pretty much.” Keri was still stuck in shock, Angel reaching beneath her chin with his thumb and shutting her gaping mouth. “What?”

“You!”

“I bet he’s got way naughtier stories in his arsenal,” Frankie added, her eyes alight. She loved hearing about other people’s wild shenanigans.  

“Oh, I do, but I don’t wanna mortify Keri. We’ll have some bro time, I’ll tell you then,” he vouched with a nod. Once again, Keri’s head swivelled comically to look at him.  

“Ahem, I’m not made of glass,” she muttered, poking him under his chin.

“Fine,” he spoke through a mouthful of apple. “Frances, proceed.”

Her question was immediate, like it had been burning the tip of her tongue. “Most forbidden fuck you’ve ever had, apart from the nun?”  

“That wasn’t forbidden. She was running away from her convent, I gave her a ride, took her home and she gave me one. Simple,” he began, Rachel screaming with laughter above the giggles of her friends. “Nah, the worst one was when I banged the wife of a rival club’s president.”

Frankie grinned. “I’m sensing there’s an ‘and’, here.”  

“And I might’ve filmed it.”

“And?”

“Might’ve sent it to him.”  

“And?”

“Might’ve instigated a small war.”  

“And?”

“Might’ve got kicked right in the crotch by our club president for not being able to keep my dick under control.”  

Keri was folded in half, her laughter making her sides hurt. “You are so bad!”

“I am,” he confessed. “Well, I was. I’ve calmed down a little now, though.” Bishop’s boot meeting his cock at a hundred miles an hour had checked him adequately, even though eventually, he’d found Angel’s antics pretty funny.  

Frankie could barely breathe for laughing. “He’s an animal, I love him!” she cried, wiping her tears of laughter, Angel grinning, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Keri stood and composed herself, basking in the affection of him, the humour of his stories, and the glow that her friends seemed to think he was just as amazing as she did. He’d settled right into her world, like a jigsaw piece that was always meant to click into place there.

A while later, after her friends had left and her jigsaw piece had decided he wanted to go back to bed for a while, she stood in the kitchen putting away plates after the dishwasher had finished its cycle, thinking on the things he’d told them.  

She knew Angel was an incredibly sexual person, it was something that radiated from him in shades, but she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t feel a little intimidated over the fact that his sexual experience eclipsed hers in shades. She wasn’t a virginal princess, she very much had a wild side that liked to reveal itself when she felt secure enough to do so, but it did nag at her a tiny bit. Was he really okay with waiting, truly? Was she overthinking things?  

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of something, a little tease.” Rachel’s words returned to her there. Maybe, it might be just the thing to make her relax, take a little power herself, redress the balance. He’d asked her not to be a cock tease, but hell, he might enjoy her being playful with him?  

The anticipation of pleasure was, after all, a very considerable pleasure in itself.

“Oh, giving me a little strip, huh?” Angel asked after she’d joined him in her bedroom, removing her sock and jeans, her undies and top remaining.  

“Only a very brief one.” Lifting the covers, she climbed in beside him, cuddling up against him. “Since I won’t have this later, I’m getting it now.”

“What, teasing me with those gorgeous legs?”

Sticking one out from under the covers, she examined it with a soft hum. “Yeah, they’re not bad, are they?”  

“I’m sure they’ll be even better when they’re wrapped around me.”  

The coyness of her smile gave way to something truly devilish, Angel feeling arousal stir low within him. “I remember you saying you wanted to watch that Vikings show when we spoke in the week. Shall we, since we have no plans to go out until tomorrow?”

“Yeah, can do.” he replied casually, Keri exiting the comforter once more, crawling to the end of the bed to begin hunting for her TV remote. Oh, god. She knew what she was doing, the sight of her ass in a small pair of black undies making that little stirring suddenly whirl much more ferociously for him. “You need to stop with that shit.”

Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes wide an innocent, it took Angel all he had not to launch himself at her. “I’ve no idea what you mean, big guy. I’m just looking for the remote.”

Like fuck, she had no idea. “Ahh, got it!” Shuffling back, she switched the TV on, getting comfortable beside him again. She could feel his eyes fixed upon her, turning to kiss his chest. “What?”

He sucked a breath over his teeth. “The fucking audacity. Presenting me with the very thing I’d fucking eat from front to back, given half the damned chance, shit!” Again, she was in hysterics, Angel just looking mildly pained.  

“That thorough, huh?” she winked, kissing him when he growled in frustration, turning her over and pinning her beneath his weight.

“What’s that I said about not being a cock tease?” He arched an eyebrow at her, Keri biting her lip, deliberately brushing his sides with her thighs. “Oh, baby girl. If you play me, I'll fucking play back, and you won't like it one bit.”

Her lips tilted into a grin. “Is that how it is, hmm?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, kissing her chest, taking her wrists and pushing them down above her head, holding her there pinned easily with one hand encircling both. “That’s how it is.”

“So, you have me pinned, what's next?” she asked, a smirk tilting her pretty mouth. He didn't answer her in words, leaning to her, offering slow, lazy kisses, tickling her lips with his tongue before it slid against hers, his free hand beginning to trail up and down her side. It was barely anything at all, actions wise, but already, she felt heat beginning to glow through her depths, their kisses becoming heavier, Angel moving between her legs a little closer, pressing his rigid cock against her apex.  

“This is next, if you really, really want it,” he began, her thighs tensing at his waist. “Or maybe this.” He flickered his tongue speedily at the side of her throat, his hand moving down, a finger dipping to trail beneath the elastic of her underwear. “Up to you, pretty girl, whether I dick you down slow, or lick you quickly.”  

He looked down upon her again, her chest flushed pink, her lips parted as she panted softly, her pupils fully blown, leaning to her, kissing her with filthy heat. “And I know whatever you choose, I have you so damned worked up right now, it’d only take about ten seconds before you came, either all over my dick, or my tongue. So, which one do you want?”  

“I... I...” she gasped, arching against him, feeling heavy from the ache of lust between her legs. “I don’t know.” Another kiss, and she was on fire, Angel moving his mouth to her neck once more, his cock pushing against her harder.

“Well, y’all got plenty of time to make up your mind, because you ain’t getting either any time soon.” Releasing his grasp, he turned onto his back, winking at her stunned face. “I told you not to play me.”

“Oh, I’m going to get you back so bad for that.”  

Lifting his chin with narrowed eyes, his mouth broadened into a grin. “Bring it.”  

[kaiwritesgood]

“A Neurodivergent Night Out”

           “I like the outfit,” my boyfriend looked me up and down. I was wearing a holiday sweater with a deer on it, the green cargo pants he picked out with the cuffs folded up, and blacked-out vans with a green LAND ROVER beanie. He placed two five-dollar bills in my hand, “I just wanna play pinball,” I planned, and he nodded, “then I’m coming right back.”

           Recently, a friend sent me a last-minute invite to PINS, the bar, and arcade that replaced Claddagh in the Southside Flats, and after motivating myself and peeling my body off the couch, I got dressed. I smoked before I left to enhance my experience but once I arrived, I would come face to face with the scowling, bald bouncer who would toss out my plastic water bottle during the routine search and seizure of my bag only to tell me he had no memory of such event when I tried to retrieve it.

           “You can’t bring bottled drinks in,” he said it like I should have known, and handed a Vizzy and a White Claw to the guy behind him who then hid them behind the counter. Later, I’d have to let my friend know that the bald bouncer confiscated the drinks. I had TSA flashbacks.

           It was St. Patrick’s Day Weekend – my first mistake.

           The first floor was chaotic - loud, bright, and overstimulating, so was the second. But I had a mission: to find my friend. So I squeezed through crowds of yelling people, liquor splashing around in their unopened drinks, cut through bar lines, slithered around corners, got in the elevator, got off the elevator, walked up the steps then down them and up again, and when I felt ready to give up I came face to face with the friend who invited me as she left the stall I was about to enter.

           “This is what you were doing?” I showed her the unanswered texts on my phone.

           “Sorry,” she showed me this massive text message, “I was just reading this note from one of my student’s parents that made me bawl,” I looked past it, instead I looked at her.            She and her boyfriend waited for drinks at the bar and like Moses, I parted the Red Sea to get through to the change machine. It didn’t matter though because the Addams Family pinball machine stole my dollar. No pinball. I got hot. I felt a wave of frustration surface. And in the spirit of the holiday, I made my Irish exit.

           These places are packed, shoulder to shoulder, wall to wall, bodies are sewn together, people are talking into each other’s mouths, and getting through means shrinking yourself by pulling your chest in, holding your breath, and repeating “excuse me” at varying volumes. People bring their roommates, their roommates’ friends, their coworkers, their neighbors, their exes, their friends, their friends’ exes, partners, their partners’ partners, husbands, wives, and even dogs. Yes, dogs.

           I looked down at my phone, “a dog shit on the steps,” popped up. I sat in my car after my anxiety snowballed into a panic attack. Another text, “Why did the owner keep walking?”

           After ten minutes I left Southside’s infamous PINS. I texted them from the car, “this is stressful lowkey,” I hit send and followed it up with, “sorry, that was rude. It was making me anxious.” The combination of the lights, the noise, and the people had successfully overstimulated my brain, “that place made me feel dizzy,” I sent, and she replied, “omg I felt so bad bc u seemed so stressed.”

           As I stuck my key into the ignition and sucked up my tears on the drive home, I wondered how much Klonopin it would take for me to be able to attend an event like that. And I didn’t even get to play any pinball.

           On the five-minute long drive home I kept thinking, I used to be good at this. I used to go out and drink and dance with strangers, I used to trek on foot to Cruze (RIP) in the Strip and ride in random cars, I used to go to work hungover, I used to smuggle alcohol into the Point Park dorms, I used to hotbox their bathrooms, and I used to be dragged back to my dorm after a victorious night. I used to let strangers in my home, I used to go to strangers’ homes, I used to live.

           And at some point, in the last few years, I stopped “living”.

           First Citalopram, then Sertraline then Venlafaxine then Hydroxyzine then Lorazepam then Clonazepam. They all gave me a chance. In the world of psychiatric medicine, I was absolutely ran-through. But nothing cleared my mind like psilocybin.

           I wanted to go out again, I told myself, I will go out again. But I just needed a way to make my brain want to do it. And this would be the way.

           The first time I did mushrooms, I felt fine. The second time I did mushrooms, I fell to my knees at the face of God – not literally but I did feel reborn. I took the most I ever had taken at a May Day festival, in the company of white hippies. I thought about my dad, who had experienced a religious resurgence, after doing PCP in the ‘90s. I wondered if he’d also been on the spectrum and just didn’t know it.

           Being on the spectrum means discovering a way to exist in a world that does little to accommodate you. The spectrum is vast and when I picture it in my brain, I see an outstretched spiral where the colors fade and bleed into one another. But within that spiral lives fear, confusion, disorder, and loneliness.            I often hear neurotypicals gawk at autistic people like children, “autism is beautiful”, “they’re so cute.” They think we see the world Rain Man-style. Many of them are the Tom Cruise to somebody’s Dustin Hoffman – absurdly impatient, annoyed, and impressed all at the same time. But what Tom Cruises’ character can’t see is all the inner turmoil that Dustin Hoffman’s is experiencing, the general confusion of being a sentient human being.            The only talent I share with Rain-Man is speed-reading, other than that, that movie is just that – a movie. Autism’s literally a spectrum disorder [1], and a version of Rain-Man likely exists, but I am not one of them.

             Earlier this week, I’d message a friend on Instagram whom I’d met online but we seldom hung out offline. Once we finally met up for the first time, it felt like I had known them awhile, a natural friendship. I’d come to know this person as Marlene.

             Marlene and I had the commonality of being two black girls in Pittsburgh with very little black friends – so sticking together was imperative.

             “Wyd this weekend?” I sent, then followed up with, “I need someone to go barhopping/club-hopping with to finish my story.” Then I paused, thought about what I would say next then sent it, “we can do it on shrooms.”

           “Let’s do it!!” Double exclamation points, this was a go.

           “We have to have a very interesting night,” I sent, “so I have good shit to turn into my prof. I’m thinking we def do karaoke.”

             Friday, 10:00am:

             “Ayooo,” Marlene texted first, “wanna meet at Blue Moon or my place first tonight?”            “Probably your place first bc I could park there easier.” Send. “We could do [mushroom emoji] and then split an Uber.”            “8:30 ok?” She asked after I let her know I was off at 6.            “I must eat my dinner first so that’s perfect.” Send. I eat dinner every night at the same time.

             7:00pm

                       I talk to the back of my boyfriend’s head as he clicks away on the computer, “I’m going out to Blue Moon with my friend, Marlene in a few.” He nodded, “it’s the gay bar” I explained, “we’re gonna do mushrooms.”            “Why?”            “Because we want to.”            He’s worried. I try to keep it casual, play it cool. I try to act like he has not seen the last few weeks of panic attacks and meltdowns, like we didn’t just spend 12 hours in the hospital two weeks ago, like he hasn’t ever had to leave work early because I’ve been inconsolable.            “You’re a handful,” he told me once, “but I do it because I love you.” And “love” as in the verb.            A few weeks ago, I submerged myself in pink bathwater while I read Donald Antrim’s memoir One Friday in April, he writes:            “We are burdens to our caretakers; we know this, no matter what you say to soothe us, no matter that you love us.” [2] This truth is something that I’ve yet to be able to face.

             I am meticulously planning every detail before I get ready.

           Must sit down and eat my French fries before I can leave. I’ve eaten French fries every day for the past four years. Can’t leave till I clear the plate. If I get hungry when I’m out I get anxious because there’s little to no chance of me being able to access “safe food”[3] (Goldfish lives in my bag for this reason).

             I type Marlene’s address into Google Maps (and Apple Maps to compare routes) even though I’ve been there twice, I check the street view - nothing has changed. Thank God. I plan where I am going to park. I repeat the plan, vocalizing the steps that I’m taking as I get ready - I will wear this pair of pants and this shirt with these shoes and bring this bag and pack these items. Just like the PINS bouncer, I am taking careful inventory of the bag’s contents but unlike him, I am repeating them; phone, wallet, keys, headphones, vape pen, sunglasses, weed gummies. Phone, wallet, keys, headphones, vape pen, sunglasses, weed gummies. Pen is in the zipped compartment on the right side of the bag, buried beneath the Ziploc with the gummies, my keys are wrapped around my wrist because I am about to get in the car and drive off, my phone is in my pocket not my bag but it’s likely I’ll put it in my bag at some point and the night and –.            Before walking out the door, I open the bag and look through it, close it, open it, look through it again. Unzip and rezip and unzip and rezip. I am aware I am being neurotic.            Neuroticism, “a ‘Big Five’ personality trait, has been associated with sub-clinical traits of both autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).”[4]

           WebMD is not very helpful here. “Neurotic” is when you’re afflicted by “neurosis”, the webpage tells me. I scroll on.            “Neurotic” is a term used to “describe mental, emotional, or physical reactions that are drastic and irrational. At its root, a neurotic behavior is an automatic, unconscious effort to manage deep anxiety.”[5]            At our last session, I told my therapist that I “felt like I was stuck in a permanent state of overstimulation” that had gotten so bad I went weeks without watching TV and had very much limited my internet usage (I avoided TikTok at all costs, YouTube was safer, no autoplay). After the day ended, I spent every night alone in the spare room (affectionately known as the “autism room”) and every night I would not allow myself to leave until I fell asleep. And that couldn’t be done until I swallowed 0.5mg of Clonazepam and 0.25mg of Hydroxyzine and stared at the rainbow bubbles on my ceiling coming from a light projector marketed toward children and a 4K YouTube livestream of an aquarium displaying fish swim across my iMac’s monitor. Probably uploaded by a random user in a different country who idealized aquatic life but ended up creating a secret elixir to put babies to sleep across the world. A hero to tired parents, fussy infants, and adults on the spectrum.

           I liked Blue Moon; I trusted Blue Moon. Gay bars had a different atmosphere than straight ones – they prioritized safety, and making you feel safe. The LGBQT+ community (sometimes affectionately called the “girls and gays”) don’t have the luxury of neglecting safety – in these spaces, safety is so imperative that they took the locks off the bathroom doors so no one could (successfully) overdose. I realized this when I went for a pee break – the fastest one I’ve ever taken – as I waited for that door to swing open.            “Safety is so much about perception,” Allison Harnden told me over Zoom a few weeks ago. She would know, she’s Pittsburgh’s Nighttime Economy Manager. When we talked (I had an entirely different plan for this story), I told her that I wondered what everything would look like if her job didn’t exist.            “Some of it [safety] is institutionalized and you know, maybe we need more awareness about what we are doing so that people feel safer.”            Safer, the word echoed against the walls of my brain. Safety. What did it mean to feel safe? And how’s feeling safe different from being safe? And why couldn’t my brain tell the difference?                        The safest I’d ever felt was in hospitals. And I hate admitting that to myself, knowing people die there, and people go into debt there, and people experience traumas there, and malpractice and racism exist, and I am a likely candidate for both.

           The last night I spent at Western Psych, the only item I was allowed was a book (no hardcovers) from my bag and the only book I had was All the Frequent Troubles of Our Days by Rebecca Donner, and although I related heavily to the title, I felt like I should put the book down, considering how strong the Ativan giggles came on.

            “It’s a spectrum,” I announced, presenting a hastily made PowerPoint on autism to my boyfriend, “I believe this leads to those.” I shared my findings with my therapist, and she agreed.[6] [7]

             I drew up a diagram in which a giant circle labeled AUTISM branched off into smaller circles, one labeled GENERALIZED ANXIETY DISORDER and the other DEPRESSION.

           Antrim also talks about how his anxiety over mundane tasks isolated him, and how he fantasized about leaving the hospital but didn’t know what came after it – and that paralyzed him.            “Dining out, driving a car, making coffee – these things were not possible. They were unsafe. My apartment was unsafe. The subway was unsafe. The street was unsafe. Back in the spring, in April, I’d left the Brooklyn hospital and passed in an instant from shelter to exposure. On one side of the steel door, I’d felt competent, ready to resume my life. On the other side of the door, I was frightened and lost.” [8]

                       What waited on the other side of my door that was so frightening to me? And why couldn’t I open it?

 8:00pm            She told me 8:30, but it’s likely I’ll be there around 9. That wasn’t the plan. I ignore my brain trying to give me a reason to panic. But it’s early, and everything’s packed, I took inventory several times. Can’t back out now.            I say bye to my boyfriend several times, every time I come back upstairs to make sure I have everything, I say bye again. I say “love you” in case I die at the Blue Moon.

 8:45-50pm…            The car seems to be driving itself. I have less than a quarter tank, but I can’t stop because it’s nighttime and I’m a girl and that wasn’t the plan anyways.            I arrive and like the last two times, I parked too far. I can’t see the street signs well in the dark, but somehow, I trek up the pathway toward Marlene’s door, awkwardly greeting a guy taking his dog to the bathroom. She buzzes me in, and I grab the door handle too soon, so she has to buzz me in again. I’m an annoyance, a burden.            After setting my things down on her dining table, I immediately pick up one of the three cats roaming the apartment. Marlene’s got her “getting-ready playlist” blaring through the TV. I enjoyed her free spirit.            We sat on the couch and split a piece of mushroom-infused chocolate. I hate chocolate. But I shoved it down, and we waited.

 9:30pm

             The first Uber arrives – a gray SUV. Marlene gets in on the side facing traffic. She is fearless. I scolded her about how that’s dangerous and she should get in on the side facing the sidewalk.            Our driver sang passionately, off key, to a breakup song called Gassed by an artist I’d never heard of called WESLEE – I think he really connected with it. It was quiet in the Uber for most of the ride, so I listened to him sing, even if it was awful.

“I choose to walk this lonely road Change the flow ‘Cause I need the space to grow

Hope you’d know

I will find my way back home”

           “Thank you so much,” Marlene and I repeated in sync when he dropped us off in on Butler Street in front of Blue Moon. We get in by only by the skin of our teeth – the doorman turned us away at first, “we’re full,” but once two people exited, we slid through. Fire code, I thought. I remembered more of my conversation with Allison, and when she talked about how buildings and venues must pass an array of inspections and trainings to have the luxury of hosting such a sacred space as this.            We walk in and head straight for the bar. Neither of us drink.            “Can I get a fucking water?” Marlene yelled over the music, “I just want a fucking water.” And I wanted a sprite. And time was becoming distorted. “I got this,” I told Marlene, “I’m gonna make this mine.”            And when the bartender gallivanted over to us, I proudly spoke up, “could we get one water and one sprite please? Thank you so much.” I smile. I look at Marlene, “I did it, dude.”            While we waited, I couldn’t stop myself from looking around the bar, for perceived threats or anticipated problems. Or a place to sit until karaoke started.            “There’s an empty table,” I whispered, “go snag it!” Marlene demanded, and I did.

           And I sat at that empty table and watched people socialize and play pool and drink and be gay, in every sense. I smiled at the Jello-Shot Man who wore nothing but leather garter belts and was always so nice, he smiled back. There’s that “wrong” feeling – being in a bar and not drinking, but alcohol is a fad that’s fading fast (at least in my friend group), and the kids like psychedelics these days. And benzodiazepines don’t mix well with alcohol.

           I was elated to receive a text from Jess, my best friend, who lived up the street and wanted to make it down in time to see our performance.            In the front of house, people waited for drinks and for karaoke to start – any minute now. In the back, they played pool and some nameless buddy comedy played on an old TV anchored to a corner (it still had the back attached to it). This is where people come to socialize, I thought, it’s normal. I snuck off into the bathroom to hit my pen, the THC mixing with the psylocibin in my brain.

           “I got you a song request slip,” Marlene handed me a tiny white paper slip with a space for my name, a song, and an artist. I knew I had to do this.            And I’d put on the biggest mask[9] – I’d play neurotypical for the night. I’m a local, who frequently visits bars around town, I know people, I’ve been here before, I’m not new to this, I’m a professional.            And I would begin to rehearse and model the behaviors around me, mimic their tone, their sayings, and their stances.

 10:00pm (maybe?)

           The bartender changed the TV’s input – it now displayed a graphic with the title THE EDDIEOKE SHOW. We never did find out who Eddie was.

           We checked the karaoke queue and “Kat” was number four, Marlene number five. I didn’t know who Kat was.            “Is ‘Kat’ supposed to be ‘Kai’?”            And while we tried to figure out who Kat was, I felt a familiar pair of arms grasp me from behind – Jess! Thank God. Being with friends was a natural remedy. And now I had two with me. A feeling of relief consumed me.

           “Kat!?” The DJ would yell into the mic, “where’s Kat at?” I looked around to see if Kat would take the stage, “Kat’s got stage fright,” but she didn’t. So, Marlene, Jess and I approached the DJ booth.            I leaned over the edge, “I think I’m ‘Kat.’”            He squinted.            “It says ‘Kai’. You said my name wrong.”

           Marlene and I took the stage, she agreed to be my backup singer. “You do the girl parts,” I delegated, “and I’ll do the boy parts.”

             A micro dose is just that, I thought, micro. I can do this.

           And in this club full of (mostly) Caucasian gay males, after a night of showtunes and ballads, and Alanis Morrisette, an instrumental version of Notorious B.I.G.’s Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems, blared through the speakers. New mission unlocked: keep up with the lyrics on screen.

           I walked up to the mic stand, it towered over me at 5 feet, but once I took the mic off the stand and pushed it to the side, something came over me. And it wasn’t the usual terror that visited me every day.

           “Now, who’s hot, who’s not?            Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?            You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?            Whose jewels got rocks?            Who’s mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?”

             We caught the attention of a Black security guard – likely the only other Black person in the club. He sported a hoodie with the words IT’S A PHILLY THANG plastered across in some bulbous bubble letters. He joined us on stage and helped us finish the song because I ran out of breath butchering it.

           Jess was right in front of the stage, filming us like Amy Poehler and her camcorder in Mean Girls.

           At the end of our performance, Marlene would grab the mic and yell, “we’re on shrooms” and I would collapse in a fit of laughter. 10:30-11pm

           The night was still young (-ish, nobody had the right time). I would finally play Pinball at a place called Mixtape, and none of the machines stole anything from me. All night I had catastrophized, prepared for things to go wrong, and pretended like I didn’t butcher arguably Notorious’ most famous song.

           While waiting for our final Uber, we watched a couple storm out of Mixtape, the girl yelling after the boy, “why are you walking away right now?” We all stopped talking so we could figure out the situation, immediately we sided with the girl. He stormed off, hands stuffed in his pockets, while she continued yelling, “you left me to pay your fucking tab!” That’s when he grabbed her and pleaded, “let’s not argue out here – outside”, probably because he noticed three strangers watching.            And in the Uber, I thought about them, and my boyfriend and me. And I wasn’t happy per-se, just relieved. Our situation was not one of my own wrongdoings, just a result of my brain being wired differently. And he’d never treat me like that, even when my illness (“disorder”, whatever) tries to separate us. Maybe I am not the burden I once thought I was.            

             “I remember that Friday in April, that day on the roof, that time, that life, those friends, the months and years, that eternity. What will you remember? What will you write in your letter to a friend you can trust? And were you to write and send that letter, do you think that it could change the world?” [10]            

    [1] Lord, C., Brugha, T.S., Charman, T. et al. Autism spectrum disorder. Nat Rev Dis Primers 6, 5 (2020).

[2] Antrim, Donald | One Friday in April (pg. 92) (2021)

[3] Dr. Shea, Elizabeth | eating disorder or disordered eating? Eating Patterns in autism | National Autistic Society (2016)

[4] Park, Shin-Ho et al. “Neuroticism and the Overlap Between Autistic and ADHD Traits: Findings From a Population Sample of Young Adult Australian Twins.” Twin research and human genetics: the official journal of the International Society for Twin Studies vol. 20,4 (2017)

[5] Key, Powell, Alyson, Bhandari, Smitha, MD | WebMD What is Neurotic Behavior? (2021)

[6] DeFilippis M. Depression in Children and Adolescents with Autism Spectrum Disorder. Children (Basel). 2018 Aug 

[7] Zaboski BA, Storch EA. Comorbid autism spectrum disorder and anxiety disorders: a brief review. Future Neurol. 2018 Feb

[8] Antrim, Donald | One Friday in April (pg. 64) (2021)

[9] Stanborough, Joy, Rebecca, Stevenson, Julia | Autism Masking: To Blend or Not to Blend – Healthline (2022)

[10] Antrim, Donald | One Friday in April (pg. 135) (2021)

[jackleg-penwright]

Can Lights

Parameters

Who: cop/suspect What: wiring a can light Where: kitchen

Names: William Thomas, Nathan Skalbeck

Extra random names to choose from: 

First: Andrew, Sofia, Connell, Matthew, Ethan, Miriam

Last: Viglianco, Shapiro, Tyler, Kline, Naese, Baker

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The ladder was very awkward to get set up. The island was in the way, the pendant lights were in the way, and the can light he had to install was placed half-way over the counter so that he would have to lean out precariously to access the hole. 

Plus it was a six foot ladder, and a ten foot ceiling. This was going to suck. Why did the Vigliancos have to want new can lights AFTER the kitchen was already dry-walled in and almost completed… ok, yes. Homeowners changed their minds all the time. But if they’d known they’d wanted can lights from the beginning which Connell Viglianco insisted they had, then why hadn’t that made it into the plans? It was so much easier when the studs were still exposed and the island was just marks on the floor and…

“Nathan Skalbeck?”

He hadn’t even heard footsteps. The ladder shifted alarmingly and he nearly lost his balance.

“Who’s asking?” 

He twisted and looked behind him. 

Oh shit.

A police officer, in full uniform stood almost exactly behind him. The man held out a police badge - not that he could see much at this distance.

“I’m officer William Thomas, and I need to ask you a few questions about the disappearance of Andrew Shapiro.”

“Who?”

“Your ex-wife’s lover.”

“Ask away. I hope you don’t mind if I work while you talk though - there’s an inspection tomorrow and they’d really rather we pass.”

The officer raised an eyebrow but nodded.

Nathan climbed down and grabbed his drill with the six inch hole saw.

“What do you want to know? I didn’t even know Sofia was seeing someone again.”

“When was the last time you saw Mr Shapiro?”

Nathan set the tip of the drill against the mark on the ceiling and pulled the trigger. Drywall dust flew out in a cloud that he squinted against. He pulled the drill back and set it, along with the circle of drywall caught in the holesaw blade, on the paint shelf sticking out from the ladder.

“Like I said,” he turned to look at the officer and was perversely glad to see a fine coating of white powder on the dark blue of the uniform, “I didn’t even know she was seeing someone, so I’ve never met the guy.”

He reached up into the ceiling and felt around for the wire that had been tacked up somewhere in the cavity. 

Got it.

“Your vehicle was seen at Ms. Tyler’s home the night he was last seen.”

“When was that?”

He pulled the wire out of the hole and climbed down.

He grabbed the fixture from the island and climbed back up the ladder.

“Last Friday, the 25th.”

Nathan fished in his toolbelt for his screwdriver.

“Yeah, she wanted some shit of hers back. I dropped it off.”

He popped the metal tab off the housing of the light and slid the wire from the ceiling into the wiring box. 

“You were there two hours. Mr. Shapiro’s car was also seen during that time, parked behind yours.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He left the fixture dangling from the wire while he fumbled to find his utility knife. “I dropped the stuff on the front porch and took a walk.” One of these days he needed a better system for his tools then just dumping them all in one pocket in his belt.

“You took a walk?”

He slit the sheathing on the wire and pulled it back from the three wires inside.

“I used to live in that house. There’s some nice trails in the woods and I miss them. My apartment doesn’t have anywhere like that so when I get the chance to walk them again, you better believe I’m taking a walk.”

“Did you see Mr. Shapiro’s car when you returned?”

He stripped the insulation off the end of the hot and the neutral wires and set his strippers on the top of the ladder. 

They clattered to the island as his weight shifted and they slid off the edge.

“Damn it!”

He climbed down to check the marble countertop where the strippers had landed. 

Not dinged up. He heaved a sigh of relief. He really should have put down paper or cardboard - Matthew would not have been happy if he’d had to replace the $2000 countertop because his electrician dropped a tool on it. 

He was pretty sure they’d left a roll of brown paper in the garage, and he knew he had a roll of painters tape in the car.

“Mr. Skalbeck?”

Oh, right. The police officer.

“Walk with me. Sorry, can you repeat the question?”

There it was in the corner. Oh good, looks like the painters left a roll of tape too. He grabbed both of them and turned back to the kitchen.

“Did you see Mr. Shapiro’s car when you came back from your walk?”

“Don’t think so.” He rolled out the paper over the top of the island. “But then, there’s a bunch of students living across the street, always parking everywhere. Might have seen it and assumed it was one of them.”

He finished taping the sides down and moved on to the counter. Damn ladder in the way. Had to bend and twist to get the paper to cover all the marble. 

Officer what’s-his-name reached over and held down one corner of the paper as Nathan rolled it across the counter.

“Thanks”

“Not a problem. So where did you go after you left Ms. Tyler’s house?”

He cut the paper off the roll and held it down while he pulled some tape from its roll.

“Can’t remember. Might have hit Burger King, pretty sure I filled up the tank. Might have stopped by the dam to smoke a bit and watch the water, I do that sometimes.”

“Was anyone there at the dam when you stopped by there?”

“I’m not for sure. Not even sure if I was there or not this time.”

“When you say smoke?”

“Cigarettes,” he lied. 

“Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

Nathan climbed the ladder and took hold of the box. 

“Not really.” He shoved the bare end of the black wire into the quick-connect in the box, and did the same with the white and the bare copper of the ground. “Like I said, I’m not even sure I did it that day, things tend to run together some times.”

Clipping the cover on the wiring box, he pushed the whole thing through the hole in the ceiling and seated it so only the inside of the can showed.

The officer nodded as Nathan climbed back down the ladder. 

He pulled a card from somewhere, took out a pen and circled a line on the card.

“I won’t take up any more of your time today.”

He handed Nathan the card, tapping the line he’d circled.

“This is my number, if you think of anything else - anything at all - feel free to give me a call.”

Nathan nodded and tucked the card in his tool belt. It would be crumpled and ruined in an hour’s time, but that didn’t matter. It’s not like he’d be calling.

“Thanks,” he muttered, and turned to pull the ladder out where it was awkwardly wedged between the island and the counter. 

The officer nodded and walked out.

Nathan moved the ladder to the other end of the Island, set up the laser pointer and climbed up to mark another little cross on the ceiling. Thank God that was over.

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The last light was wired in, and it was quitting time. 

Nathan picked up the empty box the can lights had come in, and the box of wire clippings he’d collected - scrap copper was up to $3.50 a pound, once he’d gotten it stripped he’d add it to his stash and probably cash in this weekend - and headed to the car. 

He popped the trunk and set the box down. Pity the dumpster was gone - but lot 72 across the street was still in rough-in. It was just a little more of a walk.

The bloody towels went into the can light box. He checked the cardboard lining the floor of the trunk. Nothing had bled through, it should be just fine. He shoved the cardboard into the box as well, and pulled the flaps closed. 

He crossed the street, and threw the box over the sides of the dumpster. Matthew always insisted on a clean job site, so the dumpster would fill up quickly. 

He headed back to the car. 

This was the emptiest his trunk had been in months. It was a nice feeling, having the space to put whatever he wanted in without shuffling things around. He’d enjoy it while it lasted.

He put the box of wires in, and closed the lid.

He pulled out his phone, texted his hours to Matthew, got in the car, and headed home.

They should pass the inspection tomorrow easily. After that? Maybe Sofia would finally take him back.

[mrs-gucci]

Subliminal Pleasures {anesthesiologist!Kylo Ren x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! thanks to my good friend @safarigirlsp​, I finally wrote my first darkfic. thanks for ruining me a little bit, Shannon! ;) I’ll warn you now, this is honestly the darkest thing I’ve ever written before, and at first I was a little nervous, but I’m surprisingly pleased with how it turned out. and hey, it’s called fanFICTION for a reason, right? 

**THIS IS A DARKFIC THAT CONTAINS DARK THEMES/CONTENT!! please read the warnings and tw’s before proceeding!!**

warnings: smut. non-existent medical practice ethics. kylo’s a bad doctor, but damn, he looks good doing it. mentions of a medical procedure. some fingering. light dirty talk. masturbation. praise.

tw’s: noncon (but it’s not unpleasant, if that makes sense?). somnophilia.

word count: a touch over 2k

When you came into the hospital today for your dental surgery, no makeup and clad in baggy sweats, you weren’t prepared to meet anyone even remotely interesting or attractive, much less the anesthesiologist. 

And, when he walked into the room, your heart immediately skipped a beat, maybe even two.

He was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen before. Handsome seemed like an insult and injustice to his beauty when it came to the broad, raven-haired god. He wore a very stern expression as he sat over in the corner of the room in a stool much too small for his great size, gathering his tools. 

“Hmm,” His eyes scan the file. “Miss Y/N?”

You nod over at him.

“That’s me.”

He turns back to preparing himself for surgery. “I’m Dr. Ren, the anesthesiologist.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Ren.”

A silence stretched between the two of you, the only sounds coming from his movements or your adjusting positions on the paper-covered seat. Then, he speaks again, voice even deeper and somewhat huskier than before. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Have you ever previously been put under for a medical procedure, or otherwise?”

“I have.” You reply. “Although I didn’t think that I’d need it for this type of procedure?”

He turns around in the stool, a small smirk on his expression.

“Would you like to be awake when your teeth are hammered into pieces and pulled from your mouth?”

Normally, you would’ve laughed at this joking question, but his delivery and sinister demeanor chilled you to the bone.  “N-No, not really.”

“Then you’ll be put under.” He simply states, pulling on a pair of latex gloves before handing you a fabric gown. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Strip and put this on. The snaps should be on your left shoulder, otherwise you’ve put it on incorrectly.”

Looking into his eyes takes your breath away, out of captivation or a bit of fear, you were unsure. He holds onto the gown a bit too long before releasing his grip, eyes lingering over your face before walking out of the room with commanding footsteps.

Despite his chilling intensity and seemingly emotionless demeanor, you still found yourself incredibly attracted to him. There was something...magnetic about him, like the mysterious aura surrounding him draws you in. The warm tingle between your thighs was undeniable as you stood and removed your clothes, tucking them in your bag off to the side before slipping the gown on over your mostly nude body.

Dr. Ren comes back in as soon as you lay back on the chair once again, his timing impeccable. He puts on a surgical mask and rolls the equipment over on a small cart, parking it next to your head.

“We’ll put you under now.”

“W-What?” Your eyes widen. “But the doctor hasn’t even come in yet.”

He glares down at you.

“Must I remind you who the medical professional in the room is?”

“No, sir.” You shake your head, lips pursing as your eyes dart away.

The mask is placed over your nose and mouth.

“Breathe in and out deeply, count to ten.”

Your eyelids grow heavy almost immediately as you begin taking deep breaths, letting the invisible medication into your lungs. 

“One...two...three...four...five...s-six...sev-seven...eigh...t...”

Kylo grins when you’re finally under, body limp as you sleep peacefully under his influence. He loved his job, loved having complete control over someone’s consciousness, loved having the power between life and death.

His cock hardens in his pants as he reclines the chair so that you’re now laying flat. You don’t move a muscle, and he quickly removes his latex gloves along with his mask, tossing them into the bin.

He’s never had a patient like you before, so beautiful, so docile and obedient, so...seemingly innocent. He wants nothing more and would take great pleasure in absolutely ruining you, turning you into his pretty little slut.

The doctor wasn’t even here yet, as you were his first surgery patient today, but Kylo knew without doubt that he needed time alone with you. He needed to have his way with you.

With one last flicker to the locked door, he brings his hand down beneath his trousers and wraps it around his hardened cock, groaning under his breath with the first pump. Your vitals are stable as his other hand begins popping the snaps of your medical gown.

He pulls it open and lets it hang down over the side of the table, exposing your body to him. All you’re wearing is your undergarments, and yet, Kylo’s length pulses in his hand at the sight. You’re truly a sight to behold, even with your intimate areas covered.

You squirm just a bit when the doctor’s large hand grazes over your ankle, but he knows he won’t wake you, not completely anyways. His hand trails up over your calf, then over your thigh, climbing until he reaches the underwire of your flimsy bra. 

There’s not enough time to remove it, to expose your pebbled nipples to his hungry gaze, but he spreads his large hand over the mound, squeezing it gently. In your unconscious state, your back arches slightly and a soft sigh escapes your lips under his touch. 

His hand pumps his cock faster as he bends down and presses a few kisses to the fabric over your nipple, walking around to give your other breast a similar treatment. Then, he walks to the foot of the table and mounts it, kneeling between your legs. 

Both his hands spread out on your inner thighs, gently spreading them apart before tracing his thick, calloused digits across the crotch of your panties. You squirm again, hips subconsciously rocking up to meet his touch.

“That’s a good girl.” He purrs, rubbing small, lazy circles on your clit over the fabric. “Even like this, you still want it. You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Kylo dips his fingers beneath your panties, cock twitching under his pants as his fingers swipe through the considerable amount of slick there. He finds your clit, rubbing it gently, enough to stimulate but not disturb you.

“Look at this...you’re absolutely soaked for me, little dove, and you don’t even know it.”

His hands grip your hips and lift them up as he slides your panties down, revealing the glistening treasure that lay below. He lines a single finger up with your entrance, then pushes it in, growling softly when your cunt clenches.

You stir just a bit, but not nearly enough for him to worry. He lifts his digit up inside you, enjoying the way your hips suddenly jerk as he rubs over the spongy surface of that special spot. Then, he pushes another one of his fingers inside of you, hearing a soft whine from beneath the mask.  

He begins fingering you gently, just enough to prepare you, making sure not to force you back into consciousness. Soon, it became too much for him, and he pulled his digits out gently, observing the slick that coats the two fingers. He brings them up and takes a quick whiff, cupping his clothed erection and squeezing as his tongue pokes out to lick some of the substance off, hips bucking forward at the semi-sweet taste.

“Oh, little one, you’ve got such a tight little pussy. And you taste so good, just as I knew you would.”

The young doctor wipes the rest off on the paper below, then makes quick work of his pants and underwear, pulling them down just enough to expose his aching length. It bobs in response, desperate for attention as another bead of precum forms over the slit. His finger spreads the semi-transparent substance over the fat mushroom head, groaning breathily. 

After giving his thick length a few strokes, he brings it down to rub through your slick. They buck forward out of instinct when he slides over your puckered entrance, wanting so badly to be buried inside of you. 

His body leans over you, one hand next to your head as the other lines himself up, aiding in direction as he presses his hips forward, burying himself inside your wet welcoming walls. His eyes flutter shut as he bottoms out, but quickly snap open when you moan.

Luckily, you hadn’t woken up with his intrusion, and he takes a long sigh of relief before drawing back and pressing forward again slowly. The table trembles on its legs, bolts creaking as he fucks you steadily but gently, extra cautious of your vital signs and level of alertness.

Part of him wishes that you were awake, that you could see what he was doing to you and enjoy him, but the feeling of knowing that even unconsciously, you were still wet and tight for him was one too good to resist. It was all so arousing; an ego feeding greater than his regular days work could ever offer.

Your face scrunches in pleasure with more rolls of his hips, moaning and whimpering each time he buries himself inside you. They’re all so gentle, your noises, and Kylo finds himself lost in each quiet breath.

“Good girl--fuck--oh, good girl.” He says quietly, using every bit of his willpower to keep from pounding into you. “Such a good little cunt, taking my cock so well.”

You tighten around him, then, and he growls, fists clenching next to your head. His teeth grind together as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, feeling his climax approaching quickly.

“T-That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

His head hangs, eyes squeezing shut. He’s close, now, and his own noises get a little bit louder and a lot more frequent as his balls begin to pull and tighten.

“Gonna cum, little dove, you’re g-gonna make me cum so hard with this tight pussy.”

Unbenounced to him, you wake up slightly, eyes opening just a crack. You see him on top of you, body flexing with each thrust, and you feel the obvious intrusion in your lower half. You’re surprisingly not bothered by it, nor do you feel uncomfortable with it. Before you can think on it further, you slip back into the blackness.

He can’t cum inside you, he knows that, so just as he teeters on orgasm, he pulls out as gently as he can and drags his pulsing cock against your lower stomach as thick white ropes paint your soft skin.

“O-Oh y-yes...so good, d-dove.”

Kylo takes himself through orgasm and right into oversensitivity, pulling away and sitting up when this happens. His length softens, the extra skin re-covering his head as it does so. He tucks himself back into his pants, prepares a wet cloth and wipes the cum from your abdomen before pulling your panties back up over your used cunt. 

His fingers quickly re-button your gown and he runs a quick hand through his hair before the doctor comes in, completely oblivious as to what’s just happened. Kylo greets him nonchalantly and takes his place off to the side as the doctor begins the surgery.

Your eyes flutter open lazily, grogginess hitting as you awaken a couple of hours later. Immediately, you feel the pain in your mouth, but more noticeably, you feel a certain ache in your lower half. You have no recollection of what you saw, as this memory is now trapped in your subconscious, but somehow you just sort of knew what’d happened.

You’re disgusted at yourself that you don’t mind the idea, that you don’t feel violated or like you’d been assaulted. You should feel those things, he did those things without your express permission, but...you don’t.

In fact, you feel as if your feelings for the mysterious doctor have grown even stronger. The gaping hole he’d left, the orgasm he’d robbed you of, just ached to be fulfilled. It was an itch you couldn’t scratch, sensations you couldn’t recreate on your own.

Only he could satisfy this desire, this need. 

And, as you sit up slowly and the doctor debriefs you, you know that you must fulfill this new destiny: Find Dr. Ren and make him yours once again.

[reddesertcolbs]

tease // colby brock

i’m baaaack!! thank you all for your patience during my writing break, i really appreciate every single one of you <3

this is smut so 18+.

requested: yes 

summary: teasing colby in public doesn’t end well for you, or does it?

word count: 5k words. 

warnings: swear words, slight exhibitionism in the beginning, daddy kink, use of a blindfold and handcuffs, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), use of a vibrator, edging, sexual intercourse, aftercare.

my writing

//

“y/n,” colby whispers, teeth gritted with annoyance. his voice is stern, eyes harsh as he glances over at you. you smile at him innocently, your hand making its way further up his leg so it’s resting on his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge that’s becoming too tight in his jeans. “behave.” 

you have been dragging your hand up and down his thigh for the past ten minutes, teasing him as payback for not making you cum this morning. occasionally, you let your fingertips linger on his growing bulge, feeling colby tense before he shifts his hips to release some tension, whilst you bite your lip to hide the smirk that’s threatening to tug on the corner of your lips.

“i don’t know what you’re going on about, baby.” smiling sweetly up at him, before turning your attention to sam, whilst your fingertips draw patterns into colby’s jean covered thigh teasingly. 

“i’m not going to tell you again.” he mutters, reaching down to grip your hand tightly to stop your movements, when your hand moves upwards to palm him over his jeans. a shaky breath is released through his nostrils before he swats your hand off him. “pack it in, now.”

a glint of mischief shimmers in your eyes as you look back up at him, a look he knows all too well when you want him to take you back home and fuck you. once again, you begin to softly glide your hand up his thigh again. however, your hand doesn’t even get halfway up his thigh before he is gripping it tightly in his and looking towards his friends again.

“sorry guys, y/n isn’t feeling too well. i’m gonna take her back to the house.” colby announces, linking your fingers with his as you take a nervous gulp. glancing at the group and you nod your head up and down with a small frown, agreeing with colby as the group offers you a sympathetic smile.

“feel better soon y/n, see you guys back at the house.” kat smiles, her hand reaching out to give your hand that colby isn’t gripping tightly, a gentle squeeze of sympathy. 

colby helps you out of the booth, making you stand in front of him to help cover his evident bulge, and dragging you towards the car once you are out of sight of your friends. stopping by the car, he pins your body between his and the door of his red car, face close to yours as you smirk up at him.

“just know that you’re in for it when we get back.” he smirks when he notices your breathing become uneven and heavy, before nodding his head towards the car. “get in.” 

the car ride back to the house was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. you keep your eyes locked onto the road ahead of you with your bottom lip tugged between your lip in anticipation as to what is going to happen. occasionally, you glance into colby’s direction but mentally cringe when you take in his expression. 

his knuckles were white from holding onto the steering wheel too tight, you’re scared it’s going to snap at any moment. his face is expressionless, a cold and hard stare evident as he concentrates on the road, not once looking over towards you. you can literally see the steam coming out of his ears like a steam train, because he is so mad with you for teasing him in front of his friends. flicking your eyes down his body, you can’t stop the slight smirk from appearing onto your face when you see the ever so slight bulge sitting in his black jeans.

you’re definitely in for it when you arrive home, and you don’t know whether to panic at the thought of the punishment, or to enjoy it because secretly, teasing colby in public is one of your favourite things to do, especially because it ends with rough sex every time. 

your heart skips a beat once you lock eyes with the gates to the house. your heart starts thumping a million miles per hour in your chest, when colby opens the gates with the key fob that’s attached to his car keys. 

after parking the car, he turns the ignition off and unbuckles his seat belt, removing his car keys out of the ignition during the process. without laying his eyes on you, he stretches his hand towards you, silently getting you to take them out of his hand. gulping, you take the keys off him slowly, key rings clicking together as the cool metal rests on your palm. 

“you’ve got five minutes to get upstairs, strip off and lay on the bed.” his eyes are focused on the brown door of the house, deep breaths are passing through his nostrils as he chews on his bottom lip, thinking about your punishment over and over in his head. “go.” 

with a dramatic sigh and a roll of your eyes, you unbuckle your seatbelt stropily, letting the metal part of it collide with the door of colby’s car. with this, colby turns his head quickly and takes a look, eyes flicking between the seat belt and your pouty lips before tutting. reaching forward, he grabs your chin harshly with his thumb and pointer finger, forcing your head to turn to look at him, he looks at you with a disappointed and stern expression.

“if you keep carrying on acting like a child, you won’t cum at all today.” he spits, dropping his hand from your chin and reaching over you to open the car door wide. “now get out of the fucking car. don’t make me tell you again.” 

// 

your heart begins to thump against your ribcage when you hear colby’s boot clad shoes making their way up the stairs. after laying on the bed for what felt like eternity, the door creaks when it opens wide, colby’s deep and shallow breaths fill your eyes as you watch his every move from the bed, only making your heart rate pick up more in anticipation.

closing the door behind him and then locking it immediately, he turns around and let’s his eyes scan over your naked frame, a glint of lust washing over his pupils as his eyes linger on your breasts whilst chewing his bottom lip. a smirk is threatening to tug at the corner of your lips, loving the effect that you have over him, so you bite your own lip to stop the action from happening, although the man standing at the foot of the bed is quick to notice. he quickly walks towards the nightstand, and you notice him place two bottles of water onto it before walking back to the bottom of the bed again, crossing his arms over his chest once stopping.

“i don’t know what you find so amusing, princess.” he raises his eyebrows, eyes boaring into yours as yours flick from his face, to his evident bulge in his tight jeans, and back up to his face again. “you think it’s funny making daddy rock hard in front of my friends, huh?”

“no, daddy.” you shake your head slowly, voice quiet, almost scared of his reaction. you gulp hard as he moves swiftly to his wardrobe and grabs a large black bag and chucks it onto the bed, the bag landing next to you. your breathing increases, heavy breaths spilling past your nostrils as you stare at the bag, knowing exactly what is coming next. 

your eyes never leave colby’s ring clad hands as they slowly drag the zipper, making the bag open. the clinking of metal chains pierce your ears as he pulls out four pairs of metal handcuffs, a blindfold and something else that you didn’t manage to catch a glimpse of, before he is zipping the leather bag up again and placing it onto the ground next to the bed.

“spread your legs wide.” he demands, hands opening all sets of handcuffs as you obey his orders, spreading your legs apart without any complaints, knowing full well that you’re in for a long ride ahead of you. “good girl.” 

he moves to the bottom of the bed again, dragging the metal of the handcuffs along your legs slowly, glancing up at you to gage your reaction. the coolness of the chain causes you to gasp, hands gripping the mattress below you as he glides the metal chain towards your thighs and over your core teasingly, before dragging it back down to your feet again. 

harshly, he grips your right ankle with his left hand as his right hand pushes the handcuff closed, before connecting it to the bed frame at the bottom of the bed. he tightens it, before repeating his actions to your left leg, until both of your legs are stuck in place and attached to the bed. looking down briefly, you can’t help but get turned on even more at the sight of your body being handcuffed to colby’s bed, knowing full well that he is loving every second of this. 

“arms up,” he spits, his clothes covered body hovering over your naked frame as he clicks the last two pairs of handcuffs over your wrists, and to the bed frame, your body spread wide for him, making colby lick his lips in excitement. sliding his body off of yours, he stands up straight, eyes scanning your body once more before turning to look at you with a devilish smirk. “you look beautiful handcuffed to the bed angel, it’s just a shame that you’re not gonna cum for a while.” 

he reaches beside him to pick up the black satin blindfold, and slips it over your head, covering your eyesight so you can’t see a single thing. the dirty thoughts and visions that cloud your brain make you whine softly and wetness to further flood your core, causing you to shift around the bed impatiently, desperate for the pent up tension over the past couple of hours to fade. 

“gonna be a good girl for daddy?” he mocks, one hand caressing the skin of your thighs as the other picks up his favourite vibrator that he loves to punish you with. he walks slowly to the end of the bed, eyes flicking up to your face as you tug on your bottom lip and your chest heaves as you inhale and exhale shaky breaths. 

“mhm.” you hum, eyes screwing shut even though he can’t see them, and focusing on calming your breathing so it isn’t clear what the effect of colby’s voice involuntarily does to your body. 

“use your words.” he places his body onto the bottom of the bed, knees resting on the floor as his chest and stomach sit between your legs. he places the vibrator next to your body as his eyes take in your slickness that is pooling between your folds, begging to be licked up by colby’s tongue. 

“yes, daddy.” you manage to say as his fingers trace over the insides of your thigh, brushing against your core and teasingly applying some pressure to clit, making you whimper out softly at the feeling of his middle finger pressing onto the button that causes your toes to curl. “i’ll be your good girl, daddy.” 

“too bad you couldn’t be a good girl at lunch.” he mutters, his hot breath fanning across your core, resulting in you lifting your hips off the bed ever so slightly with a soft sigh. 

“safe word?” he asks, looking up from between your legs, his eyes focus on your face and his cock hardens immediately in his boxers to see your head tipped back and your bottom lip in between your pearly white teeth. 

“purple.” you breath out, thighs shaking in anticipation as he brushes over your core again with his palm. 

“good girl.” he praises, removing his eyes from your face and back to your glistening core. 

colby’s middle finger swipes through your folds unexpectedly, wetness collecting onto his tip as he rubs slow circles into your clit. whimpers immediately fall past your lips as he skilfully circles your clit, before dipping his fingers back down through your folds to gather more of your slickness and dragging it back up to your clit, playing with it again in the way that makes your back arch every time. 

“you’re so fucking wet. does it turn you on teasing daddy in public? god, you’re a dirty girl aren’t you?” he teases, swirling your clit with his middle and ring fingers.

“feels so good daddy.” you groan, legs stuttering as the pleasure travels through your body and causing the metal to clink against the bed frame.

at your words, he stops his movement on your clit for a moment, eyes flicking up to see a frown plastered onto your lips, before opening your folds with his thumb and index finger, and licking a stripe from your entrance right up to your clit. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly onto it before pulling away and licking it in the way that causes you to cry out, hands tugging onto the chains desperately trying to grip his hair. 

“fuck,” you moan loudly, eyes screwing shut as the pleasure of the flicking of his tongue rakes through you, causing your body to feel warm as sweat beads on your forehead. “shit, oh my god, fuck daddy.” 

“you like it when daddy eats your pussy, baby?” he asks rhetorically, already knowing the answer as your head nods up and down frantically. his middle finger pushes through your entrance with ease, his finger pumps in and out of you quickly and the sounds of your slickness against his ring covered digit makes him groan deeply and you whimper pathetically. 

his ring finger joins his middle finger, the slight stretch making your back arch off the bed again as his tongue continues to flick against your clit, sucking it occasionally as he curls his fingers inside you, his fingertips prodding the spongy wall that makes your breath hitches and your thighs shake with every touch. 

“oh my god,” you whine, body shaking as he repeatedly rubs against your gspot and his tongue expertly focuses on your clit, licking it side to side before circling it in fast circles, loving the way your walls contract around his fingers. “fuck, i’m so close.” 

after another couple of seconds colby pulls his mouth and fingers away from your body, fingers and chin glistening with your slickness and you moan out below him in frustration, body heaving with a thin layer of sweat as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“i was so close then, you’re so mean.” you whine, heart pounding in your chest and your core pulsates from the thought of nearly cumming all over colby’s fingers and tongue. 

“i’m mean? oh baby girl, i’m just getting started.” he laughs humourlessly before returning to his previous position. his fingers slide through your folds, gathering up the wetness and circling your clit again. 

loud gasps and whimpers release from your lips as his fingers return deep inside your core, fingertips curling again as he pounds his hand against your clit with every thrust of his wrist. colby groans and the feeling of your warm wetness coating his fingers, only causing you to clench around his digits and groan aloud, head tipping back as your mouth hands ajar. with a smirk, he picks up his pace, loving the way your body starts to shake again against his palm, signalling that you're close to release once again.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moan repeatedly, body tingling as the fire in the pit of your stomach roars. chains thrashing against the headboard cloud the room before colby removes his hands again, earning yet another groan from you. 

standing up quickly, colby works fast to tug his tshirt off his now slight sweaty body from punishing you. throwing it onto the ground next to him, he then works on unhooking his belt, the sound of his belt causing your heart rate to increase slightly until you hear it clink onto the floor. pulling his jeans down his legs, he sighs through his nostril at the feeling of his rock hard dick finally being free out of his tight black jeans, before moving back to his previous position.

he gives you a second to calm down again, slick covered fingertips dragging across your thighs as he leans down to connect his lips to the inside of your thighs, sucking dark red marks into them. after leaving various marks inside your right thigh, he reaches over to grab the black vibrator, teasing your entrance with it slowly before dragging it up through your folds and to your clit. 

soft sights scatter past your lips as he circles the tip of the vibrator onto your clit before he clicks the button, the soft humming vibrations immediately tickling your clit, causing you to moan loudly and your back to come off the bed. 

“shit,” panting breathlessly, tugging on the chains as he trails the vibrator through your slick folds, teasing your entrance with the tip before pushing it through easily with a click of the button, changing the patterns of the vibrations to a more intense one. “oh fuck!” 

colby positions the vibrator so it’s resting against your pubic wall, the strong vibrations tickling your spongy wall, as colby uses his other hand to gently rub your clit. the added stimulation makes you cry out animalistically, your legs are begging to clamp shut from the immense pleasure that is flowing through you right now, but they’re unable to because of the handcuffs attached to your ankles and the bed. 

“i’m so close, daddy. fuck don’t stop, please.” you beg, desperation lingering in your plea and colby is fully aware of this as he looks up to see your face twisting with pleasure. 

“being such a good girl for me, angel.” he mummers, continuing to rub small circles into your clit, before starting to pump the black vibrator in and out of our leaking entrance, emitting a deep groan and a pant of ‘daddy’ to pass your red lips from biting them harshly.

stopping his movements on your clit and sitting up a little bit, he makes sure to push the vibe back and forth inside you whilst reaching up to grip the blindfold. pulling it off your head, he throws it behind him and presses his lips to yours immediately, muffling your moans and groans with his mouth. 

pushing his tongue past your lips, you can’t help but whimper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and the feeling of the vibrator working it’s magic deep inside your walls. 

pulling away your lips quickly, you look at him with desperation, feeling the knot in your stomach about to snap at any moment from the edging that colby has been doing for the past hour. 

“i need to cum, please daddy.” you whimper, biting your lip hard to stop your moans from becoming too loud, but failing miserably as he diverts his gaze from your eyes to your core and clicks the button again, only increasing the speed of the vibrations once more. “holy shit! i need to cum so fucking bad.”

he nods in acknowledgment, watching you intensively as your body begins to tremble uncontrollably as he pumps the vibrator in and out quickly, metal clashing against the bed frame and loud moans fall freely off your tongue as your eyes begin to roll in the back of your head, the pleasure almost becoming unbearable. 

“cum for me.” he grunts, his cock twitches in his boxers, begging to be released from them as he watches your body roll against the vibrator, helping you towards your release. 

soon enough your body tenses, the knot snaps and your eyes clamp shut as your walls pulsate around the black vibrator, releasing your slickness all of it. animalistic moans roll of your tongue as he continues to ride out your high, swirling the tip of the vibrator over your clit, causing your breathing to hitch at the sensitivity. with a smirk, he switches the vibrator off and brings it up to your lips.

“open up, baby. see how good you taste.” 

you oblige, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out for him as he rests the vibrator onto your tongue, groaning around it as you taste yourself and to tease colby, fully aware that his cock is probably aching to be touched. earning a shaky breath from colby, you can’t help but smile at him, showing him your innocence and getting a shake of his head as a response. 

pulling the vibrator out of your mouth, he places it onto the bedside table and stands up next to the bed and tugs his boxers down his legs and tipping his head back with a tug of his lip at the feeling of his cock finally being free. he opens the draw to the bedside table and pulls out a condom, as he rolls it over his length, he inhales a deep breath when the condom engulfs his cock. 

he reaches for the silver key that is sitting on the bedside table next to the vibrator, before moving to the bottom of the bed again. reaching for your right ankle, he slots the key inside the lock, twisting it and removing your ankle from the handcuff and letting it drop onto the soft mattress, before repeating the action to your left ankle. 

climbing over you so his body is resting above yours, he hooks your legs so they’re resting around his waist before leaning down and pressing his lips with yours again. moaning into the kiss, colby can’t help but grind his length into your hips, the stimulation making you whimper against his lips and your arms thrash around to grab his shoulders as an attempt to remove the handcuffs from around your wrists. 

“not yet baby girl, you’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?” he mocks, mouth lowering to your neck to press wet kisses into your sweet spot, causing your eyes to fall shut again and gentle moans escape your lips. “you ready for my cock? of course you are, you’re always ready for my cock aren’t you?” 

gripping his length with his right hand, he swirls the tip of his cock around your clit before dragging it through your wetness and sinking into your entrance with a deep groan, loving the way your walls wrap around his cock deliciously. 

“fuck your body was made me for me, shit.” he coos, flicking his eyes up to see your head tipped back against the pillow, and your mouth ajar with whimpers spilling through at the feeling of his cock finally filling you up. 

quickly, he begins to rock his hips back and fourth, his pelvic bone hitting your clit harshly with every thrust and the sound skin slapping against each other crowd the large room, as well as colby’s and yours grunts and groans as he slams his hips into yours. 

“holy fuck, daddy.” you sob, pleasure building up within your body quickly as he reaches behind you to lift one leg over his shoulder, the new position letting colby bury his cock even deeper inside you, making you see stars. “yes, yes, yes!” 

colby grasps your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, before leaning down again and sloppily connecting his lips with yours, sharing open mouth kisses with each other before you push your tongue through his lips and collide your tongue with his, as he continues to rut into your entrance roughly. 

pulling away from his lips to catch your breath, which is nearly impossible as every thrust of colby’s lips knocks the breath out of your lungs, your eyes roll back in your head as you feel the pressure building within your core again, causing your walls to flutter around colby’s length, earning a groan from him. 

“fuck keep doing that.” he spits, hips keeping the same rhythm as he stares down at you, taking in your face. your lips are swollen from the kissing and lip biting, beads of sweat littered across your forehead and skin, and your hair is an absolute mess, but to colby you look so beautiful. “good girl. my good girl.” 

“i’m gonna cum,” you clench around him again at his words, head spinning as the pressure inside you is begging to spill, body trembling against colby’s torso. 

before the knot snaps, colby stops his movements and pulls out of you quickly and gets off the bed, earning a frustrated groan from you as you look to the side to see where he has wandered off to, only to be met with him walking back towards you with a silver key. your eyes immediately light up as he slots the key into the lock, twisting it and letting your arm fall out of it, repeatedly the action to the other handcuff. your hand wraps around your wrist, rubbing the now red skin before colby is trapping your body under his again. 

wrapping your legs around his waist yet again, he wastes no time to sink his cock back deep inside of you, this time you circle his neck with your arms, pulling him towards you and connecting your lips with his with a moan as he rocks his hips back and forth quickly, determined to make you cum within a second. 

the knot from five seconds earlier builds back up easily, hands gripping colby’s back tightly you’re certain it’s going to leave scratch marks all over it as he pounds into you deeply. you're pretty certain that you can feel him in your stomach, and his hand travels between your bodies, finger attaching to your clit and swirling soft circles into it. 

“oh my god, i’m gonna cum.” you manage to choke out, head falling back one again against the soft pillow beneath you. colby takes this as an opportunity to attack your neck with kisses, he mutters the base of it with purple hickies, before swiping his tongue over the fresh mark. “shit, need to cum so bad!” 

“so do i, right behind you.” he grunts, head falling to rest into the crook of your neck as your core pulsates harshly around him, notifying him that you’re going to release at any moment. “cum for me, baby girl. fuck, cum for me.” 

“thank you, daddy.” you groan into his ear, fingernails digging into his broad back. his words were all you needed to clamp down onto his cock, knot snapping in your core and profanities to roll off your tongue as you cling onto him for dear life, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. your body tenses and untenses as he continues to snap his hips at the same pace into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm and bringing his to him. 

panting loudly, your core pulsates around colbys cock, edging him to his own orgasm as his thrusts become sloppy, letting you both know that he’s not going to last much longer. within a second, his hips come to a stop, burying them into yours deeply with a strangled groan as he releases his load in white ribbons into the condom, his head resting on your shoulder as his orgasm washes over his body. 

heavy pants cloud the room, your fingers thread through colby’s hair to help his breathing pattern return to normal, as his hands softly trace patterns into your thighs that are wrapped around his waist still. after a couple of moments he pulls away, lifting himself off and pulling his hips out of yours with a hiss from you both, before he throws the condom into the bin beside the bed. 

reaching over to the bedside table, he grabs a bottle of water before returning to the bed and laying beside you. passing you the bottle, he studies your movements, your arms are shaking slightly, eyes droopy from exhaustion and sweat is covering your body. he watches you as you take a big gulp of the water, panting afterwards from the large sip. 

“you okay, baby?” he asks, concern is written all over his face as he eyes you up. 

“yeah, i’m okay.” nodding your head, your turn to look at him, taking another sip before returning the cap on top of the bottle and placing the water beside you.

“are you sure?” his eyebrows are furrowed, teeth chewing his bottom lip as he opens his arms wide for you to rest on top of his chest. it doesn’t take a second for you to crawl over to him, head resting on his slightly sticky chest from the built up sweat but you didn’t care.

“yes, positive.” you smile wide up at him, before yawning and catching the yawn with the back of your hand, causing the purple haired man to grin softly. 

“we’ll get a shower then grab some food and clean up the room, but for now let’s rest.” wrapping his arms tighter around you, he cranes his neck down to slot his lips with yours gently, pressing a couple of kisses to your lips, then to your nose and forehead. “you did amazing by the way.” 

“thank you.” you chuckle, letting your eyes gently close as the rhythm of colby’s heart beats in your ear. “i knew i would get you to fuck me today.” 

“now now, don’t get cocky.” he grins, fingertips prodding your sides, emitting a laugh from you as your body wriggles against his. 

“i love you.” you whisper softly once he stops his teasing. wrapping your arms around his waist tightly, you rest your leg on top of his, causing the man to hold your thigh whilst drawing soft patterns into your hot skin. 

“i love you more.” he peppers your hairline with kisses, before tugging the blanket that you pushed to the side of the bed prior to getting on it, over your body and wrapping the fluffy blanket around you both. “now rest up, baby. you deserve it.”

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[chocominnie]

Wasted Times- Pjm.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM, Dom!Jimin, Jealous Reader, Fuckboy!Jimin, oral sex, Penatration, Foot Job?, kissing, spankings, seriously lots of jealousy and tension, use of the word ‘’whore’’, exhibitionism, cum in pants

Word count: 5.8k

Authors Note: So this is a draft of mine from way long ago. It was also posted on another account I used to be apart of, but no longer am. It’s an oldie but goodie. 

Copyright:  please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Summary:  Two weeks, five days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else. 

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways. 

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘  

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.  

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘  

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.  

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.  

It was killing you.  

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘ 

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you’re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago. 

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’ 

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘ 

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could  get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’ 

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction. 

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right? 

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way. 

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here. 

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit. 

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside. 

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before  adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture. 

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’ 

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘ 

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively. 

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’ 

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘ 

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you.  But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’ 

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘ 

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours.  Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘ 

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘ 

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water. 

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘ 

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons. 

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy. 

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine. 

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much. 

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls. 

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass. 

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass. 

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you. 

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you. 

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.  

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt.  The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears. 

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.  

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways. 

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out. 

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you. 

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices,  every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now.  With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again. 

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm. 

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you  again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down. 

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips. 

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers. 

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’ 

‘’ Promise?’’ 

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’ 

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

[rowanaelinn]

Fire on Fire - chapter four

chapter three // chapter five

Aelin slammed her car door harder than necessary, sighing once she was comfortably sitting in her seat. She buckled her seatbelt and turned her head to the man sitting next to her in the passenger seat. "I'm not going to buckle your seatbelt for you, you're an adult, not a child."

Arobynn just chuckled and did it himself. “Always a delight to deal with you, darling.”

Aelin had to take a deep breath or she would snap. Getting mad at him wouldn’t work, it never did. It would just make him mad at her, and it wasn’t worth it. “Call someone else next time, then.” She said as she started driving. Aelin wished she had drunk a coffee before or taken anything that could help her stay awake. Arobynn lived one hour away from this bar, the night was going to be very long. “I forgot, you have no one else.”

“Be careful how you speak to me, Aelin.” His words were harsh even if they were slurred by the alcohol. Aelin hated the part of herself that was scared at his threat. So she didn’t answer, focused on the road, and put on some music to try to distract herself.

Aelin thought about last night, how bad her night of work was until she danced with Elide. Aelin had always loved to dance, she remembered all the times she forced her parents to sit for an hour so she could show them everything she learned that week at the dance studio.

When she turned eight, Aelin started doing dance competitions and she was good, very good, actually. She went to nationals twice, the first time she ended up in fourth place, not good enough. The second time she was in second place, it was better but still not good enough. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was born with the need to be the best at everything she did, she didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because her parents had always been first in their own way and Aelin wanted to be like them.

After an injury at fifteen, she had to stop dancing. She still remembered crying in Aedion’s arms for an entire night. If Aelin thought about it, she would realize that’s the moment everything started to go downhill in her life. But she tried to avoid thinking about it, if she didn’t think about the problems, they didn’t exist.

“Why are you dressed like a whore, anyway?” Arobynn broke the silence and Aelin’s heart clenched. She hadn’t been hurt when Rowan made comments on her outfit because as much as she hated him, she knew he respected women and just wanted to hurt her. Arobynn never had an ounce of respect for women, he had proven it multiple times, that’s what made his comment horrible. “Not that I’m complaining in any way.” Aelin’s eyes left the road for two seconds to see him with a disgusting smile on his lips and his eyes fixed on her thighs. It took all her self-control not to vomit right there.

“I was working,” she simply said. She didn’t have to justify herself but Arobynn didn’t like to be ignored.

“You work at a strip club now?” He snorted. “Why do you even want to work? I told you I could pay for everything you need.”

He did, and it had been generous. Too generous from Arobynn to come without a price. “And I told you I could do it on my own.”

“Well, you don’t seem to earn a lot of money wherever you work since I’m still the one paying for your college tuition.” He said with a light tone but Aelin caught what he really meant. You’re only here thanks to me, be grateful.

“How many times do I have to thank you for it?” She asked with a sharp tone. Aelin had never been very good at staying calm. “I told you I would pay you back-”

“Bullshit,” he tapped his foot on the floor of the car, almost screaming. Unusual for him to lose his temper. When Arobynn was mad he favored hurting people with words. It was very rare for him to be physically violent. She jumped in spite of herself. “Do I look like I care about the money?” No, of course not. The money he used to pay for her college was like pocket money for a ten-year-old child, he didn’t see the difference in his bank account before and after paying for it. “I don’t understand why you want to work and live in a shitty apartment when you could be cared for and live in a manor.”

“ Your manor.” She said coldly.

“Yes, mine. How is that a problem?” He was angry, Aelin could see it at the way his hands clenched on his tights, the way his right leg kept fidgeting, or at the way he pronounced every word that came out of his mouth as if they were full of venom.

“You are my professor, Arobynn. I am your fucking student and not only this but I am also your teaching assistant. Do I really need to explain how wrong it is?”

“I am trying to take care of you, Aelin. I would expect you to be nicer.”

“Right now I am the one taking care of you!” She screamed, done with his bullshit. If someone had told Aelin five years ago that her favorite author was like this, she wouldn’t have believed them. “Even if I don’t want to.”

“I’m waiting for the day you crawl for my help, Aelin.”

She didn’t answer, instead, she kept her eyes on the road. She thought about her favorite books and how happy they made her. Maybe she would read one when she gets back home, it was too late to sleep anyway. Twenty minutes later, she parked her car right in front of his house. It was big, too big for a single man.

Aelin looked at her professor as he unbuckled his belt. “Have you graded the papers we gave you last month? Students will need them this week.” She asked but knew the answer. He just smirked at her and winked.

“You know me better than this, sweetheart.”

Aelin sighed and got out of her car, following Arobynn. He wasn’t walking straight and somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped he wouldn’t get hurt. Aelin knew Arobynn wasn’t a good man, he was a real piece of shit. But he had been there for her when she was at her worst, he didn’t do a lot but he had been there. He gave her opportunities she would never have had alone. And even if his interest in her was bad, he believed in her. He read every single one of her stories, gave her advice to become the best writer she could be. He let her access his contacts. If she ever made it on the best-seller list, it would be a little bit thanks to this man.

He opened his door and Aelin didn’t wait before going to his study, not caring about what he did. She quickly found the folder full of papers. She went through all of them and left hers and Lysandra’s on Arobynn’s desk. She couldn’t grade them, even if she wished she could grade Lysandra’s, but Arobynn didn’t want her to play favorites.

She turned but found Arobynn watching her at the entrance of the study. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, of course, he would start drinking again the minute he got home. He walked towards her and she was struck by the size difference between the two of them. He pinned her with this lover’s gaze. She looked at the face she once found beautiful and swallowed. She wanted to move but couldn’t.

“What would I do without you, sweet Aelin?” He purred, letting one of his knuckles caress her cheek and before he could brush her lips she turned her head to the side. This gave him just more room to lean in and place a kiss on her cheekbone, his lips were soft and warm. Slowly, Aelin pulled back. “Tell me what I have to do for you to let me lay the world at your feet.”

Aelin said nothing as she walked away from him.

-

The moment Aelin entered her bathroom she fell on her knees and threw her guts up in the toilet. She could still feel Arobynn’s hand brushing her thigh in the car, could still feel his eyes on her or his hot breath on her ear.

When she closed her eyes she could remember the first time she saw these grey eyes four years ago and how different it felt to have them on her.

Aelin couldn’t hear the music over her friends’ laugh and her own.

When a waiter passed her she took the opportunity to take another glass of champagne and give him her empty glass. Her head was already spinning in the most delicious way.

"Ten bucks says he goes back with him tonight," Nehemia said, her eyes fixed on Aedion and the handsome blond man he was talking to. They were at a charity event, Aelin had agreed to accompany her parents only if she could bring her friends. Her three friends practically lived at home, so they agreed.

“Ten bucks?” Aelin asked as she took a sip of her drink. “How boring you are. Five hundred says they make out in a cupboard here.”

“You’re the only rich girl here, you know that?” Sam asked as he took her under his arm, forcing her head to rest on his chest. Aelin laughed loudly as she pushed him away, trying not to spill her drink on either of them.

“You are so loud, Aelin,” Lysandra complained but she wasn’t better. If anyone drank as much as Aelin did it was her best friend.

“I think our little Aelin,” Sam said, his voice full of fake seriousness, as he took her head in both hands, Aelin giggled at his fake frown. “Is slightly drunk.” Sam finished, and before Aelin could say anything he bent to kiss her. She lost herself in him, putting her arms around his neck. After a few seconds, they pulled apart but Aelin rested her head in his neck, breathing deeply in his lavender scent. She would kick his ass later for using her soap.

“Fireheart?” Aelin heard her mother call, she turned around but tripped on her long dress. Sam caught her before she could fall and the group of four friends exploded with laughter. They had all had a little too much to drink if they needed so little to laugh.

Aelin hid her glass behind her back, remembering that her parents had forbidden her to drink. They didn’t want their sixteen years old daughter to be seen doing inappropriate things. Sam took the glass discreetly and she knew he would get rid of it as soon as possible. Aelin's parents would never suspect Aelin's perfect boyfriend of helping her disobey her parents.

What her parents didn't know was that her three friends were her partners in crime, especially Sam.

“Aelin, honey.” Her mother said as she stopped in front of her. Sam’s hand rested quietly on her hip, a silent reminder that no matter how the conversation turned out, Aelin was not to get upset.

But Evalin was not alone. "My dear, I'm sure you know Mister Hamel?" She asked, knowing full well that Aelin knew him. She had dozens of copies of all his books all over her room, his writing was just amazing.

Aelin turned her head to admire her idol's face. He was handsome, for a thirty-seven years old man. If Aelin was honest, she had always had a thing for men older than her.

When her eyes met his gray ones, Aelin tensed. Absolutely everything about this man screamed power. From the way he stood to the little smile on his face as he held out his hand for Aelin to place hers in. His hand was warm but not soft, she could feel several scars. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand before saying softly, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Galathynius."

The memory of that night made her throw up a second time as she fought against tears. Everything about this memory was painful. She had worked so hard to keep these emotions locked inside of her for years, she couldn’t break now. Not after everything she did to forget.

“You got drunk?” A deep voice asked and Aelin whipped her head toward that voice only to find a shirtless Rowan, arms crossed, watching her from his doorframe. She didn’t secretly marvel at his muscles like she usually did whenever he was shirtless, tonight, another proof of how bad she was feeling. “Is that why you’re so late?” His voice was hard, the same voice he usually used whenever she was around.

“Were you worried?” She asked, sarcastically. She didn’t have the strength to fight now, and yet… She couldn’t help when he was around.

“Your cousin and best friend were worried sick. Are you so selfish that you don’t care?”

“I’ll talk about that with them, then. I don’t need you here.” Her voice was as hard as his, while she usually was more teasing. Aelin saw him frown at her tone but she didn’t give a shit, she needed to be left alone. “But if you want to know, I wasn’t getting drunk, no.”

“Then what were you doing?” He snapped and Aelin didn’t understand him. Why did he want to know that? Shouldn’t he have been happy she wasn’t here? Why did he even come into the bathroom? Aelin supposed he heard her throw up, it’s not like she was a very discreet person. Did he come here just to mock her? “What has put you in such a pathetic state?”

“Get the out,” her voice was weak, trying not to think about one of the worst nights of her life. You look pathetic , Arobynn had told her two years ago. But Aelin couldn’t help it, everything about that night disgusted her. When she looked up at Rowan she thought she saw concern in his eyes but she probably was hallucinating because a second later, his eyes were cold as ice.

He laughed, even if his laugh didn’t have any humor in it. “You know what, Aelin? Keep throwing up all you want. You’re worthless.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

There was a long pause and when Aelin thought he wouldn’t say anything else, he opened his mouth. “I understand why your parents cut you off. Who would want a disappointment like you as their daughter?”

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” She said silently, and when he closed the door, Aelin let the tears run down her face. For the first time in his life, Rowan hurt Aelin.

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[mooshys]

top ten hq!! guys I would love to go to waffle house with at 2 in the morning

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a very subjective list of the hq guys I would love to take with me to waffle house and what they would be like in the greatest american restaurant known to mankind. kind of unhinged, but I don't care!

reference of waffle house environment for those who are unfamiliar.

warning: a bit of sailor mouth

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10. NISHINOYA -> has a lot of energy and wouldn't judge you if you texted him asking to go to waffle house. very fun to be around, but you gotta watch him because one second he's eating his bacon strips, the next he's wearing the fry cook apron and making sunny side up eggs for the construction workers at the table behind yours... ends up getting a job there once you two finish eating.

9. YAKU -> he comes willingly, but complains about how late it is until you two finally seat yourselves. ends up accidentally spilling a lot of gossip 'cause he's exhausted and doesn't even care that he just exposed lev for not being able to read an analogue clock. orders the all star special and finishes it in a fit of rage because the waitress gave him a to-go box when he was only halfway done. gets food poisoning the next day and swears off waffle house for the rest of his life.

8. SEMI -> acts like he's in a coming of age movie. dresses all nice in an oversized denim jacket, a crisp white t-shirt, and black slacks. who are you trying to impress? eat your damn biscuits and gravy, this is a waffle house! anyway, after his initial monologue about youth before ordering his coffee, he's fun to hang out with. takes neat instagram pictures for you and shares a spotify playlist about waffle house with you the next day.

7. GAO -> takes forever to decide if he wants to go to waffle house or not and pales at the yelp reviews. goes "they only have 1 and a half stars and the most recent review says they got mugged when waiting for their scrambled eggs?" this isn't the ritz-carlton, gao! besides, the best waffle houses are the ones that end up on the evening news! anyway, his knees reach the table when he's sitting in the booth and he hits his head on the light fixtures when he gets up. tries to help the waitress by handing her all the plates stacked up, but his fingers slip and he accidentally drops them all. never goes to waffle house again. cringes whenever you so much as bring up waffle house near him.

6. BOKUTO -> very excited about going to waffle house at 2 in the morning and speeds over to your place to go. in fact, he's so excited about waffle house that he ends up eating way too much and throws up everything he ate as soon as he steps foot out of the restaurant. once he stops throwing up, he goes right back inside and orders another omelet to-go. tells all his friends about him throwing up and asks you the next day if you want to go to waffle house with him again.

5. USHIJIMA -> he's big and buff and strong, so no one will mess with you guys when you're sharing your waffles and hash browns. he barely fits in a booth because of his big badonkadonks and the waffle house mugs look tiny in his hands. eats your leftovers when you ask, but says that he thinks the food is kind of bland. since it's late, he doesn't have a lot to say and just listens to you talk. very cute.

4. HANAMAKI -> it's always a fun midnight waffle house date with hanamaki! talks about celebrities you don’t really care about and shows you a bunch of funny videos as you two share a waffle. makes the night entertaining and befriends the entire staff. they think he's sweet and give him a waffle house paper hat to wear and one of those kids meal coloring sets to which you two start playing pictionary. he isn't number 1 on the list because he makes you pay for his meal. broke bastard.

3. TENDOU -> he's normally there at an ungodly hour anyway, so this isn't anything new for him. he walks into the waffle house like it's his own home or something and tells the waitress "the usual" when ordering (she has no idea what his usual is and just gives him the all star special). takes a bite of waffle and then waterfalls the syrup into his mouth. mixes all the syrups into your coffee and tells you to drink it; you're hesitant at first, but you soon learn his weird food combinations taste pretty good. has nicknames for all the waitresses and calls the fry cook "my man" while doing finger guns.

2. OSAMU -> doesn't judge you for your midnight cravings and is always down for waffle house. honestly, he doesn't care if it's denny's or ihop or waffle house, just give him his damn food! will gladly eat your leftovers when you're too full. can stay in the restaurant for hours. since it's late, he speaks in a low voice that sounds incredibly comforting. makes eating at waffle house look sexy. unfortunately, he talks with his mouth full, so points off for that.

1. SUGAWARA -> rejoice if he accompanies you to waffle house! he's normal enough that he isn't going to cause a scene, but also wild enough that no one's gonna rob you two when going back to the car. has a pink taser on him that he waves around in the parking lot and yells "I have a taser!" as he turns it on and off like it's a damn fireworks show. looks at you with love in his eyes from across the booth even when you have maple syrup staining your shirt. all the waitresses call him "sugar" and adore him because he has basic table manners. leaves fat tips and asks if you want to go to mcdonalds to grab an oreo mcflurry afterwards. marry him.

[viking-raider]

The Crimson Moon *MATURE*

Summary: Your friend drags you out to a strip club for your birthday. But, you end up with more than just a lap dance from one mustached, blue-eyed stripper.

Pairing: August Walker/You

Word Count: 8,716

Rating: MATURE - Smut, Language, Lap Dances, Strippers, Stalking (if you squint hard enough) Oral - F Receiving, Light Dom!August, Light Bondage, Expeditionism, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Cream Pie, Double life

Inspiration: This Anon @littlefreya​​ received (x)

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think!

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The Crimson Moon

Flashed the sign on the front of the building your friend was dragging you into.

The building, as the sign indicated, was a Crimson-Red color, accented with Charcoal-Black, the parking lot was dimly lit, giving the whole place a secretive and hushed vibe about it. You didn't want to go into it even more, the closer you got to it, even though you knew it wasn't like the seedy, Club O on 12th street, downtown. The Crimson Moon was a high-end and classy establishment, you needed a membership to enter this strip club, or you knew someone that one.

Enter your best friend, Baeli.

Baeli had an unapologetic obsession with men, typically, Chippendales, Firefighters or Cop type males. She had a reputation for going to the Crimson Moon and tipping the strippers so well, her membership was upgraded to Gold, which was how she was allowed to kidnap you and force you into going with her.

“Bae, I don't want to spend my birthday in a strip club.” You complained, sighing as you both stopped at the door leading inside.

“Oh, come on!” Baeli huffed, flipping her blond hair at you, the powerful wall of her perfume hitting you square in the nose. “Let's see one show, then we'll go somewhere you wanna spend your birthday.”

You gave her a dubious look, you had been friends with her since Grade One, and knew when she was talking out of her bleached ass.

“Pinkie swear.” She sighed, rolling her eyes and stuck her powdered-pink, French manicure pinkie finger out towards you.

Growling and rolling your eyes back, neither of you ever broke a pinkie swear. “Fine.” You groaned, hooking your plain pinkie finger with hers. “Pinkie swear, then we're going to Nathan's pub and getting shots.”

“Fine.” Baeli groaned, she hated going to Nathan's, but like how you sucked up going to the club with her, she'll suck up going to the pub with you.

“Card.” A beefy doorman growled, thrusting out his hand towards Baeli.

Baeli opened the clutch that hung from her forearm, revealing a huge wad of cash, there wasn't a bill lower than a ten amongst them. Fishing around the thick bundle of money, Baeli removed a glittering gold card, the name Crimson Moon written on it, over the image of red thumbnail moon, with her name and membership number.

“A pleasure to have you again, Ms. Evans.” The doorman said, swiping her card in a reader and handing it back to her, his almost mafia bodyguard demeanor washing away into a surprisingly polite and gentlemanly attitude.

“This is my guest.” Baeli said, smiling at you over her shoulder. “It's her birthday.” She added, with a sly smirk.

The doorman looked you over, lifting a brow at your black, knee length and sleeveless halter top dress, hugging your body just right with your black flats. You saw the corner of his lip twitch, and knew that you passed the club's strict dress code, it worked out with Baeli helping you decide what to wear on your birthday. You didn't care, if you were going to stay home and nurse a bottle of wine on your own, while watching ridiculous tv shows, you just wanted to feel gorgeous on your big day.

“Enjoy yourselves, ladies.” The doorman said, opening the blacked out door for you both, with a slight bow of his head. “Happy birthday.” He added quietly, as you walked by him and into the club.

“Thank you.” You whispered back as the door closed behind you.

Looking around, you felt the illusion of the club, it was larger on the inside than it was on the outside. The carpeting was dark red and black abstract, with spots of steel-gray. There were in-laid, circle lights in the floor, showing the way to the bar and to the seated section, right in front of the stage and a hallway off the side. The whole place was dimly lit, with the runner lights and turned down low sconces, as well as the various lights on the stage, to light the performance of the strippers.

Baeli grabbed your hand and guided you to the bar. “One rum and coke.” She told the single bartender. “And a mojito, please.”

The bartender nodded his head at her, silently, and started moving about, grabbing the two different glasses for the drinks and started building them, impressively, at the same time, using one hand for the mojito and the other for the rum and coke.

“That's pretty cool.” You commented, nodding your hand at him as he set a napkin on the bar top, then your rum and coke on it, setting it in front of you.

“Thanks.” He whispered, quietly, then moved on to another customer.

“Come.” Baeli said, taking a sip of her mojito through the teeny black straw, then turned towards the stage. “The next show is starting.” She informed you.

A smooth and deep voice came over an intercom system wired throughout the immaculate building, it smelled like sandalwood, money and unfulfilled fantasies. You followed Baeli to the front row, shocker, you thought. It wasn't that your best friend was a slut or anything, she just had a really strong fetish for men, even though, nine and a half times out of ten, they were complete losers, that treated her badly, had a criminal history or were married.

Didn't stop Baeli though.

“Welcome to the Crimson Moon, where you'll always be driven mad by our full moons.” the silky voice said, smoothly.

“Christ, that's cliché.” You snorted, sipping your drink and sitting down at the table with Baeli.

“Ssshh.” Baeli hushed you, annoyed.

“Tonight, we have just what every woman needs in her life, The Hammer.” The voice continued, dropping his tone to a low timber at the end of his sentence.

You looked over at Baeli, rolling your eyes at how stupid that sounded, a stripper named, 'the Hammer', did they have a Screwdriver and Power Saw, as well? But, Baeli was losing her mind, grinning like mad and bouncing in her seat, if her face got any redder with her excitement, you'd mistake her for a Crimson Moon.

“Oh, we're in so much luck!” She bubbled at you, with a full and toothy grin. “He is so handsome, a total hunk of man. He could fuck me through the floor and all I'd be able to do, is thank him and ask for more.”

“You say that about every man you encounter, Bae.” You replied, shaking your head at her, not at all impressed or excited, you looked forward to him doing his routine and getting out of here to get to Nathan's.

“I mean it with this one.” Baeli replied, unstoppable. “The Hammer is a total package, just you wait! By the time he finishes his routine, your panties will be soaked.” She beamed, then got a wolfish look on her face.

“That is, if you're wearing any.”

You narrowed your eyes at her in disgust. “I'm wearing underwear, you weirdo.” You huffed at her, shifting and feeling the elegant, lace panties you had on.

The lights lining the edge of the stage turned on and moved low against the stage, illuminating the floor and the simple black curtain backdrop. A low hum of music pumped through hidden speakers, you could feel the bass in your chest and the soles of your flats, it was a pleasant beat. Baeli fidgeted with excitement as the black satin curtain opened and you saw the biggest guy you had ever seen in your life. He was well over six foot, two hundred pounds of well packaged muscle, broad shoulders and chest. You were sure he was the reason the phrase, 'thick thighs save lives' was coined, they were as big around as tree trunks, held snug in the black slacks he wore. Your eyes trailed up his long legs, licking your lips as your eyes moved over his torso, he was moving slowly, rolling his hips as his big hands moved to the button of his shirt, nimble fingers gently pushing the clear button through the hole. You didn't know how the hell he managed it, but he somehow made unbuttoning a shirt sexy; you bit your lip as his chest slowly came into view as more buttons came undone.

Half of his buttons were free by the time your eye finally met his, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. 'Fuck, he's gorgeous'. His hooded Cerulean-Blue eyes met yours and a smirk tugged up the corner of his lip, a light scruff on his cheeks and sharp jawline with a well taken care of mustache. 'Damn it, Baeli.' you thought, feeling the slick warmth start to pool in your black lace panties. The smirk on his face grew, his attentive and observant eyes noticing the slight movements of your knees as you tried to ignore the tingling feeling there and the slightly embarrassed look in your eyes.

He let his now unbuttoned shirt slip off his arms, revealing thick and strong arms underneath. Your eyes flared as he smoothed his palms over his chest, the bump of his defined abs, and to the buckle of his belt.

“Oh god.” You whimpered into your drink, eyes glued to his hands as they tugged open the buckle of his belt, then slowly pulled the clearly expensive leather from the loops of his pants. “Oh Jesus.” You whined, chewing on your lip and unable to look away.

“I told you.” Baeli chuckled into your ear. “He must like you, his eyes haven't left yours, since he came on.”

“He's just doing his job.” You mumbled into your glass, your own eyes still locked on his.

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his slacks and shoved them down, kicking them off the stage, and making some girl on the other side of the stage squeal, scrambling to grab them off the floor, but he was still focused on you, still gently moving as he stood there in a silk thong, that just barely contained his overflowing package.

“Oh good god.” You gasped, mouth falling open.

“That's right, honey!” Baeli yelled out, pulling out several large bills from the wad of cash in her clutch and stuffed them in the tip jar at the end of the stage, since you weren't allowed to touch the performers.

“I need another drink.” You squeaked, as you met his eyes again, then got up and rushed over to the bar, feeling his blue orbs follow you. “Rum and coke, extra rum.” You told the bartender as he approached you, throat tight.

When the bartender set your refilled glass down in front of you, you shamelessly chugged it down, trying to get the burning feeling your mind, and pussy, to go away with the strong and chilled beverage, but it didn't seem to work, the alcohol only heated your skin up even more. There was a room full of claps and whistles behind you, signaling the end of the man's dance, and relaxed as the sizzling feeling of his eyes on you vanished as he returned to the backstage.

“I think you might have hurt his feelings.” Baeli said, coming up behind you. “Rushing off like that.”

“I'm sure all the cash you practically threw at him will buffer that burn.” You told her, dabbing at your mouth with the napkin from under your glass. “Let's go.” You told her, setting your empty glass on the bar top, and turned towards her.

“We can't.” She frowned at you, shaking her head.

“Why the hell not?” You snapped at her, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Because, I set up a private lap dance for you.” She replied with an excited grin.

“Oh no.” You shook your head at her, licking your lip. “Absolutely not!”

“Absolutely yes.” She nodded back, getting annoyed with you. “That is an expensive dance, so you have to take it.”

“No, I don't. You do it and I'll wait in the car.”

“I can't, I'm not the birthday girl, you are.” Baeli shook her head at you and held out a key to you, dangling from a black and red moon shaped key tagged. “Off you go, or I'll drag you there by your hair.”

“Christ.” You huffed at her, snagging the key from her. “You and the hair pulling.” You chided her.

“The room number is on the tag.” She told you, grinning like she was sending you off to the wolves.

You looked down at the tag as you walked towards the hallway off the side of the stage where all of the private rooms were, and found Room Six. Biting your lip and taking a deep breath, you slotted the key into the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you. The room was decorated much like the rest of the club, but with a single comfortable chair and a closed circuit camera in one of the top corners of the room, and one other door across from you. Your heart was pounding against your ribs, you had never gotten a lap dance before, this was only your second time in a strip club, so you were uncomfortable. The door across from you opened and your heart started to beat even harder, seeing the blue eyed, mustached man from the stage step into the room with you.

“You.” He smirked at you, licking his upper lip as he closed his door.

“Yeah.” You squeaked, trembling, he was so much bigger up close.

He chuckled, seeing your nervousness and motioned to the chair. “Sit.”

Hesitating for a moment, you slipped into the chair, feeling even smaller compared to him now, melting into the chair as he stepped closer to you. He planted a hand on each of the arm rests and leaned down over you, bringing his face so close to yours, you saw the brown fleck in the upper corner of his blue eyes. He smelled so good, like dark vanilla, leather bound books and sandalwood from his beard and mustache oil; you were unconscious of slightly leaning towards him and taking in a stronger breath, wanting to be immersed in his scent. He smirked at you and leaned down closer, your nose deliciously close to the hollow of his neck and collarbone.

“I hear, it's your birthday.” He whispered softly into your ear.

“Yeah.” You nodded, enchanted and almost drugged by his scent and presence.

“Well, then.” He purred, his lips brushing your ear, the soft hairs of his mustache tickling the rim of your lobe. “I'll have to give you an extra bit of attention.” He cooed at you, fingertips meeting the sensitive spot behind your opposite ear and smoothed down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Birthday girl.” His voice was husky, his hot breath warming your chilled skin and making you shiver.

“Sweet Jesus.” You whimpered, feeling the heat of his breath rippling through your body and to your pussy, drenching your panties even more, and you were sure, as you watched his eyes darken, that he could smell it.

“Not Jesus, birthday girl.” He chucked, moving back some, his hands moving to the collar of his shirt, he had clothed himself since his performance, you couldn't remember how long ago. “Just the Hammer.” He murmured, his voice smooth like chocolate.

“Do you usually go to strip clubs on your birthday?” He asked, undoing another button.

“No.” You whispered, out of breath and hyper-focused on his rapidly appearing chest, that your hands tingled to be able to touch. “I usually stay home or go to Nathan's pub.” You mumbled, brain going on autopilot.

“Doesn't sound very fun.” He rasped, tugging one side of his now unbuttoned shirt from where it was tucked into his ridiculously tight waistband.

“I don't like celebrating.” You goggled at his exposed torso.

“Hm.” He hummed with a sly smirk, wrapping a big hand around your wrist and pulled up your hand so you pressed your palm flat against his chest.

Despite the heat in the room,—was the room hot or was it you—his skin was cool to the touch, like he has been sitting under a pleasant air conditioner before coming into the room. You whimpered softly, pressing your hand firmer to his groomed, but hairy, chest and slid down, feeling the nub on his nipple harden under the heat of your palm, before rubbing your thumb over each bump of his six-pack. Smirking, he tugged the other side of his shirt free, gently grinding against you and tossing his shirt over the back of your chair.

“Go on.” He purred, lips brushing your warm cheek. “I know you want to touch me more than that.” He whispered into your ear, before taking it between his pearly-whites.

“Is that even allowed?” You found yourself asking, without meaning too.

“It's private, we can do damn near anything in here,” he hummed low in his throat. “As long as we're both consenting.” He added, softer, sending a shiver down your back.

Your other hand reached up and gripped that etched hip peeking out from the top of his slacks and dug your nails into his skin, making him hiss and bite your neck, all the while, pressing closer to you, one hand braced on the back of the couch and the other cupping your neck. You felt the firm and long rub of something, then noticed the very visible bulge straining his slacks, inches from you, and panicked. You planted both hands on his chest and pushed him away, jumping up from the chair, all flustered and embarrassed.

“I'm sorry.” You squeaked, making for the door.

Sighing heavily, but smiling at your shy and hasty departure, he plucked his shirt from the back of the chair and exited out of the door he came in through.

“So, how was it?” Baeli asked, sitting at the bar, while she waited for you. “It wasn't very long.”

“It was long enough.” You told her, muddled. “Can we go to Nathan's now?” You asked her, almost begging, you wanted to get out of the Crimson Moon in case, the Hammer, decided to follow after you.

Baeli rolled her eyes, but nodded her head. “All right, fine.” She sighed, slapping a fifty on the bar top and headed for the door.

Relieved, you followed Baeli back out to her car and slipped into the passenger seat, you watched the Crimson Moon sink into the distance as Baeli drove you both to the pub, twenty minutes away. With a sigh, you slipped into a booth seat at Nathan's Pub, which had been your watering hole since college, the alcohol was decent, the staff was incredible and the food was spot on, what else would you want out of an establishment?

Importantly, no hot men grinding on you and making you question your morals.

You and Baeli shared a drink and the waitress, who knew you quite well, showed up at your table with a slice of cake, a single candle burning on it, then several other staff, a couple patrons and Baeli sang you a round of happy birthday, before clapping and giving you hugs after blowing the candle out. You chuckled, digging into the overly sweet cake, sharing it with Baeli, and forgetting all about the strip club.

“All right, birthday girl.” Baeli yawned, finishing off her plain, diet coke. “I'm ready to go, how about you?” She asked, making sure she had her car keys.

“You go on home, I'm going to stay a little bit longer, I'll Uber home.” You told her, still nursing the Daiquiri you ordered.

“You sure?” She frowned, she hated to leave you alone like this on your birthday.

“I'm positive.” You nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.

“All right, I'll call you in the morning.” She nodded back, giving you a quick hug and headed out.

You finished your drink, and left a tip for the staff, since Baeli paid the bill, then headed outside to find a good spot to have an Uber pick you up and take you home.

“You know, I was quite surprised by you.” A silky voice said behind you. “I wouldn't have taken you as the rude type, not allowing me to finish my work, twice.”

You yelped in surprise and dropped your phone on the asphalt, spinning around to see the tall stripper behind you, the Hammer. “Are you following me?” You squeaked, slowly bending down to pick up your phone, never taking your eyes off of him.

“I really don't like unfinished business.” He replied, folding his arms over his chest and leaning his shoulder against the brick wall at the side of Nathan's.

“Too bad.” You replied, gulping and looking around, hoping someone would come out of the pub and into the parking lot.

“I'm not going to hurt you.” He told you, lifting a brow as your uneasiness.

“Yeah, sure.” You huffed at him, trying to fake confidence. “You only follow me twenty minutes from your work and wait for me to come out, to confront me, alone, in a parking lot, in the middle of the night.

He chuckled at you. “When you put it that way.” He smirked, licking his lips in a way that had you feeling that heat again. “But, if I wanted to kidnap or harm you, you would already be in my car.” He told you, with such a steely confidence and an amused blankness to his face and eyes, you felt a chill join the growing heat of your body.

“W-what do you want?” You mumbled, biting your lip.

“To finish what I started.” He smirked at you, his eyes racking over you. “It is still your birthday, for another-” He looked at his watch. “Two hours.” He smirked and crossed his arms again. “Come on, I promised to give you extra attention, and intend too. Promise, I won't disappoint or do anything you don't want.”

You stared at this man and felt your morals slip, it was your birthday after all, why the hell shouldn't you make the most of it with a hot guy. “Where?” You asked him, taking a deep breath.

“I have a good neutral place.” He told you, pushing off the wall and motion to a stupidly nice car.

“Um,” You frowned at him, then activated the screen of your phone, texting Baeli.

» Met a guy at Nathan's, sharing my location.

» Is he cute?

Rolling your eyes, you shoved your phone into the little pocket in your dress and looked back at him, he had opened the passenger door for you, which surprised you, a guy had never done that for you before.

“Thanks.” You muttered, slipping into the seat.

“Of course.” He chuckled, then closed your door and went around to the driver's side.

“What's your name?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Why?” He frowned at the road.

“I don't want to call you 'the Hammer' for the next two hours.” You retorted, lifting a brow at him.

“Hm.” He huffed, amused. “Most people call me, Walker.” He replied.

“What do your friends call you?”

“Walker.” He answered, his tone plain and guarded.

“What did your mother call you?”

Walker looked over at you as the car rolled to a stop at a red light. “Nothing that a child should be called.” He replied, tightly.

“Walker, it is then.” You gulped, after a momentary pause.

“And yours?” Walker asked, turning a corner as the light changed back to green.

You told him your name.

“It's a lovely name.” He complimented you.

“Thanks.” You smiled, shyly brushing your hair behind your ear. “That's your neutral ground?” You asked, seeing the highest end hotel the city had come into view.

“It is.” Walker nodded with a sly smirk.

“How does a stripper afford a super expensive car and an even more expensive hotel?” You asked him, following him into the lobby.

Walker smiled at you, stopping at the reception counter. “Pent suite.” He told the clerk, holding out a gold American Express card to him.

“Of course, Mr. Walker.” the Clerk replied, setting it up.

Your mouth was hanging open as you watched him swipe the card and hand it back to Walker, surprised that the man knew his name and the price on the screen for the room. But, Walker was unphased by all of it, taking back his card and motioning you in front of him, towards the lifts.

“That's a lot of money for two hours.” You choked, stepping into the lift with him.

“Not for the Birthday girl.” Walker replied, smiling smugly at you, and hit the top floor button.

“Are you always like this, when someone doesn't let you finish?” You asked, following him down the hall at the very top floor and to a set of double doors.

“No, you're the first woman that's never let me finish a performance.” He replied, swiping the room key in the door reader and pushed it open, politely letting you enter the elegant suite first.

“First for everything, I suppose.” You answered, looking around the room, mouth hanging open.

“True.” Walker nodded, looking you over as you walked around, licking his lips, like he was thirsty and you were a refreshing drink. “Here, sit down.” He said softly, grabbing a chair and setting in the middle of the room.

Sighing, you did as he said and sat down in the chair, then watched him loosen the clearly expensive silk tie he was wearing, and stepped around behind you, pulling your arms back and using the tie to bind your wrists together. You started to panic and breathe hard, feeling the soft fabric tighten, securely.

“Calm down.” Walker purred at you, soothingly. “I can't have you running off for a third time, can I?” He asked, coming around the chair to face you. “That's just so incredibly rude.” He told you, shaking his head at you.

“Is it too tight?” He asked, watching you try and calm yourself with deep breaths.

“No.” You gasped, biting your lip.

“Good.” He nodded, with a sweet smile. “All settled?” He asked, stroking your cheek in an oddly soothing way.

“Ye-yeah.” You nodded, finally getting your heart rate under control.

“Very good.” He smiled a bit more, the back of his fingers trailing from your cheek to your neck, then down the swell of your breasts, liking the way your bra pushed them up. “Hm.” He hummed, watching the rise and fall of your chest quicken again, but for a completely different reason.

“If I do anything you don't like, or if you want to stop,” He explained, rubbing his thumb over your lips. “All I want you to say is one word.”

“What word?” You asked, pressing your thighs together to stop the slick heat from raising again, and failing.

“Cake.”

“Okay.” You nodded, feeling that cliché.

“Say it.” Walker pressed you, sternly.

“Cake.” You repeated the word with a gulp.

“Very good.” He smiled and gently pat you on the head with, what you supposed was his attempt at, a wink. “Now, where was I before you interrupted me?” He hummed, pressing his lips together and tapping his middle finger against his stubbly chin.

“That's right.”

Turning on his heels, August pulled his phone out of his pocket and over to a Bluetooth speaker that came with the room. Pairing the two up, he scrolled through his vast and diverse music playlists, until he found a song he wanted and pressed play, setting his phone down next to the speaker, he turned back to you. Smiling, he rested his foot on the seat of a chair that was identical to the one he had you tied to, removed the laces of his dress shoes and neatly tucked them under the foot of the huge bed in the room, then took off his socks and rolled them up, neatly stuffing them into his shoes. Satisfied with that, Walker moved closer to you, your knees brushing his shins.

“You're quite beautiful, you know that.” He complimented you, resting his hand on the back of your chair, his lips brushing your ear, cheek and then your lips.

“Thank you.” You sighed, eyes rolling shut at the soft feel of his supple lips and the intoxicating scent of his body.

“You're welcome.” He purred, before giving you a chasten kiss on the lips.

You moaned against his mouth, he tasted sweet and minty. Chuckling, Walker moved slightly away, his hands unbutton his shirt before your eyes, for the third time that night. You almost pouted at the fact your arms were tied behind you, wanting to touch his body again, and Walker saw that look in your eyes.

“Patience, love.” He cooed at you, letting his shirt slip off his arms and to the floor. “If you behave, I'll untie you, and you can touch me all you want.” He promised, cupping your cheek in his hand, thumb rubbing your lips, before pressing inside your mouth for a moment, letting you suck on the tip of his digit for a second, before pulling his hand away, teasing you.

His movements were slow, fluid and calculated. You were learning that was the kind of person Walker was, he took his time, and he managed that time well, like a General in the military would. He touched your face, arms and upper body as he moved around you, only occasionally brushing your thighs and knees, pushing up the edge of your dress with each touch, until he could just see the hint of your soaked panties. His hands left you, with a whine of protest, he chuckled and dropped his hands to his pants, he wasn't wearing a belt this go around, so popping open the button of his slacks was simple, but he made a painfully slow show out of unzipping them and pushing them down his tree trunk thighs.

You expected the thong he had been wearing for his on stage routine, but, unfortunately, he was wearing boxer briefs. But even that much material wasn't enough to hold back the creature Walker had living inside of them, he was large and incredibly hard inside of them, a small damp spot on them from where the tip of his cock rested.

“You see what you've done.” He asked you, following your eyes to the wet spot. “You've teased me twice tonight, leaving me hard as a block of marble.”

“I'm sorry.” You found yourself blurting out, without conscious thought, eyes glued to his confined dick, it had been months since you had sex, and that was underwhelming, at best.

“Not yet, you're not.” Walker laughed, slipping the tips of his fingers into his boxers and stroking his shaft, the wet spot growing. “You want me to take them off?” He asked, fisting himself, unashamed.

“Please.” You nodded, licking your lips, dying for the sight of it.

“Hm.” He hummed, squatting in front of you, hands resting on your knees. “Let's see just how much you want to see me naked, shall we?” He asked, lifting a brow at you and slipped a hand between your legs, sliding it home to palm the drenched fabric of your panties.

“Shit.” You gasped, hips shamefully rubbing against his palm, a mind of their own.

“Oh, how wet the Birthday Girl is.” He teased you, ghosting the pad of his middle finger against your clothed clit. “You must really want to see me naked.” He chuckled, licking his lips and rubbing harder.

“Oh god, Walker.” You begged him, squeezing your legs together to keep his hand against your pussy. “Please.”

“You want me this bad, and yet, you ran away, twice.” He tutted at you, pulling his hand free, and stood.

“I'm sorry.” You croaked, eyes wide and desperate. “I was just frightened and overwhelmed, I didn't expect this.” You explained, you still didn't expect it, and part of you was berating yourself for getting into this situation, but there was nothing for it now, you were hot, wet and horny, and you wanted Walker to finish his lap dance, and give you whatever else he had in mind.

Or, in his boxers, for that matter.

“I'm sure you didn't.” He answered, his voice rough and dripping with arousal.

The tempo of the song picked up and Walker started slowly dancing and moving, surprising you with how agile his tall and muscular body was, he was in such complete control of himself and every teeny little thing he did, you couldn't help the enthralled and turned on expression on your face and in your eyes. As the song and his dance came to a close, Walker knelt before you, resting his hands on your shaky knees, pushing your dress up and spread your legs wide, the cool air of the room wafted against the wet fabric, making you shiver in response. Walker smirked, petting your folds through your panties and you shivered even more, moaning.

“So impatient.” He cooed at you, slipping a finger into the side of your undies and caressing your slick and dripping folds.

“Fuck.” You moaned, bucking against his finger, choking down a gulp.

“Push on your toes and lift your hips.” Walker instructed you, removing his hand from between your legs.

You did as he told you and felt his strong fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and slip them off of you, then carefully removed your flats, tucking them in beside his own. You gasped, feeling his warm lips on the cool skin at the inside of your thigh, the tickle of his mustache and stubble had you letting out a breathy giggle, only to melt into a deep moan, from Walker placing wet kisses, nibbles and love bites all over your thighs. You were starting to get impatient again, wanting his mouth on your pussy all ready, straining against the tie wrapped around your wrists, you were surprised by how well he bound and tied you.

“Ow!” You let out in a breathy yelp.

“Stop doing that.” He scolded you, feeling you fidget. “You'll cut off the circulation in your hands.”

“Well, if you stop fucking teasing me.” You retorted back.

“I'll tease you all I want.” Walker remarked with a sly smirk. “You're the one tied to the chair.” He reminded you, like you had forgotten.

You grinned back at him, cheeks warm and shaking your head.

Chuckling, Walker started all over again, and took even longer this time to reach your folds, leaving bite marks, hickies and beard burn behind. You opened your legs even wider, panting, as his warm breath tickled your wet folds, your head fell back as he gave your clit a sharp flick of his tongue, toes curling intp the short carpet under your feet. Walker pressed a lewd kiss to your pussy, suckling your clit with maddening expertise and leisure, his hands gripped your hips and pinned you to the chair, stopping your desperate wiggles to fuck his face. His licks grew more and more, until he was licking the full length of your pussy with his long and broad tongue, swirling it around your clit and delving into the weeping entrance of your core, collecting your juices on his tongue and swallowing with deep rumbles of satisfaction of how good you tasted.

“You definitely taste better than Birthday Cake.” He moaned, lapping at your pussy.

You laughed, nervously. “Th-thanks.” You whimpered, a complete mess under his skilled mouth.

“I'm still shocked.” He purred between licks. “You're so polite, yet, you're so willing to ditch someone just trying to do their job.” He laughed, then gave your pussy several long and firm lips, sending you skating over the edge.

“Fuck, Walker!” You cried out, twitching and straining against your bonds, leaving a sticky mess between your legs, his mouth and mustache, and all over the seat beneath you, your eyes fluttering shut.

“That is the best damn orgasm I have ever had.” You commented, after semi recovering yourself.

Walker chuckled, smugly proud of himself as he moved around you and tugged the knot of the tie free, your numb arms falling heavily to your sides, releasing the strain on your shoulders. Walker's broad hands rested on your shoulders and started massaging your tense muscles, working his thumbs up and down your neck and between your shoulder blades, kneading and making you feel even more like puddy under his attention. His hands moved away from you and you heard the rustle of clothing behind you and every hair on your body stood on end, seeing his boxers come flying over your head and land on the floor with his discard pants and shirt.

“Stand up.” He rasped directly into your ear.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you could stand up, your legs felt like weak water balloons, but you slowly rose to your feet and your chair was pulled farther back. You didn't turn around to face Walker, the last remnants of your shyness holding you back from seeing him fully naked. His hands suddenly appeared on your back again, grabbing the zipper to the back of your dress and pulling it down, then pushed the straps off your shoulders, the black material of your dress pooled at your feet, like a black hole; followed by your matching push up bra. You hugged your arms to your bare chest and gulped, Walker wrapped his arms around you and pressed an open mouthed kiss to your neck, hugging you back against him, allowing you to feel every square inch of his chiseled and naked body.

“You're even more beautiful naked.��� He hummed against the skin of your neck and shoulder, then turned you to face him. “Don't be shy.” He chuckled, grabbing your wrists and gently pulled your arms away from your chest. “Nothing I haven't seen before.” He assured you, bending his head forward to press a kiss to each other of your breasts, reaffirming his words.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and resting his hands on your hips, Walker picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and carefully turned, pressing your back against the wall beside you. Your ass rested right on top of his rock hard cock as he braced his knees against the wall and your eyes widened, 'fuck, he's huge'. You gulped, blinking at him. Walker smirked and wiggled his brows at you, his confidence was as palpable as the rest of his body, he reached beneath you and grasped his shaft and rubbed the tip against your sticky and still wet pussy, both of you moaning in unison. Chests heaving against each other, Walker slowly guided his uncut cock inside of your core, then let your body weight sink you the rest of the way on its own, wanting you to feel that slow stretch as his thick shaft opened you even wider, every long inch being molded to your core.

“You are perfectly snug around my cock.” He purred, biting into your neck and sucking hard. “Your sweet little pussy doesn't wanna let me go, does it.” He growled against your jugular, biting you even harder, you were shocked he didn't draw blood.

“No.” You moaned, shaking your head and hugging your arms tighter around his neck; you didn't want to let him go.

Walker bucked up into you, spearing into your cervix like a hot knife and had you calling out his name, not caring how loud you were and if any of the other suites on the floor heard. His thrusts were measured and rough, pulling you down as he drove himself up, the dresser along the table next to you rattled and the objects on top of it jumped with each thrust and clattered to the floor. The whole room was filled with sounds spilling out from you and Walker, slapping skin, shaking furniture and knocking over objects.

“Yes, yes.” You panted and cried, holding onto Walker and understanding why he was called the Hammer. “Fuck, Walker. Fill me, please, for fuck sake, fill me.” You begged him, racking your nails down his shoulders and sweaty back, drawing spots of blood.

Grunting and hammering you harder, Walker obliged your request and sent both of you spiraling into a tandem orgasm and miraculously not through the wall. His flushed face and sweaty forehead fell heavily to your shoulder, his huffing breath washing over the skin of your collarbone and breast. You rested your head back against the wall, trying to catch your own breath and settling your pounding and screaming heart rate, with a throb between your legs from Walker's furious thrusting. Breath caught, Walker pulled both of you off the wall and carried you, like a limp koala, into the huge bathroom suite, setting you down on the heated toilet seat, then turned to the deep soaking tub and spinning on the hot tap.

“If this is how you treat women that run out on your performances, then I might turn into a regular dance and dash customer of yours.” You chuckled, sinking into the warm and soapy water, feeling the jets massage your exhausted and drained body.

Walker chuckled, shaking his head at you and stepped out of the bathroom, picking up his discarded clothes, carefully folding them, and cleaned up the mess on the floor. He picked your dress up off the floor and felt the pocket vibrate. Frowning, he pulled the device out and the screen lit up, showing off a text from someone called Baeli and the notification of your location share.

“Smart girl.”

He chuckled, smirking, then turned the share off, before folding your dress and set it on the dresser with your ruined panties and bra, your phone on top of them. “Are you hungry?” Walker called out to you, opening the double doors of the private balcony the room had; but you didn't answer him.

Frowning, Walker stepped back into the bathroom and chuckled, shaking his head, seeing you had dozed off, while enjoying your nice, hot bath.

You hadn't realized you fell asleep, until you woke up an hour later, under a layer of blankets. But, that wasn't what had woken you, what woke you was the low murmur of a voice that sounded very angry. Walker's voice, with someone he was clearly on the phone with.

“I don't care.” Walker hissed between clenched teeth, as he stood on the balcony. “I fucking told you, Royce. I want the rest of the Apostles on this. If any, and I mean, any, of them fuck this up for me, I will kill them.” He growled, gripping the balcony railing to try and keep his voice and temper under control.

“Do you understand? I would do it myself, if the CIA didn't have me undercover.”

It seemed like the person Walker was talking to had promised to do what he expected of them, because he visibly relaxed.

“Good. Call me in the morning and tell me how it went.” Walker sighed, running a hand through his disheveled and wind swept curls.

You closed your eyes as he hung up and leaned against the railing, not wanting him to feel your eyes on him or to know you had woken up at an apparently important section of his phone call. Your stomach was in knots, who were the Apostles? Was he really an undercover CIA? Was being a stripper part of that cover, or just a side job he got a kick out of? That must have been why he had so much money. Your brain screamed for you to jump up right there, yank on your clothing and run like hell from this apparently more dangerous man than you thought he was, but your body was still heavy as a rock from all the drinks you consumed over the night of your birthday and the mind blowing sex, so you only ended up falling back to sleep, as Walker turned around and entered the room again, unaware of your being awake or knowing what you now knew.

Waking again a few hours later, it was early morning, but still dark outside, an arm slung over your waist, hugging you against the solid, breathing wall of Walker's chest. Biting your lip, you carefully wiggled out of Walker's arms and to the edge of the bed, before you risked sitting up and stood, turning around to face him. He was relaxed and softly snoring on his side, his handsome face so soft you finally noticed the dark circles under his long lashes, the thick muscles of his arms and chest slack, he didn't seem as dangerous as you thought as you fell back to sleep after his phone call on the balcony.

Maybe, you had just dreamt it.

He gave you no indication of wanting to hurt you, and he had plenty of opportunities to do so throughout the night. Walker had done quite the opposite, he had been gentle, careful and mindful of you. He could have forced himself on you in the private room at the Crimson Moon, he could have done anything to you when he showed up at Nathan's, obviously annoyed by you running off before your lap dance was done, and he could have seriously hurt you once he got you into this hotel room, but again did nothing you didn't want and was quite sweet by drawing you a bath and putting you to bed after you fell asleep.

Sighing, you moved to the dresser, where he had folded your clothes and slipped your bra and panties on, then stepped out onto the balcony, the doors still open and letting in the cool night air. Resting your forearms against the railing and leaning forward, you looked down the dizzying thirty floors to the street below, a trickle of cars slowly thickening as people got up and started their days, rushing off to work or wherever else, which reminded you, you had to get home and get ready for your shift in four hours. Huffing, you shook your head, 'fuck that', you'd just call in sick and take the day off.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Walker's voice rasped behind you.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, finding him standing, butt naked, at the threshold of the balcony. “Just thinking that I have work in four hours, and how I want to call in sick.” You replied, looking back over the skyline.

“Perhaps you should.” He commented, stepping out onto the balcony with you, his hands resting on your hips and kneading them. “You deserve it.” He whispered, rubbing his soft cock against your ass.

“Do I?” You snorted, shaking your head and pushing back against him.

“I think so.” He rasped, touching the side of his foot to the inside of yours and pushed your leg out, until your chest was pressed to the railing and you leaned over it, slightly.

“Walker.” You gasped, eyes wide as you got even more dizzy from the height.

“Hush.” He cooed, then promptly ripped your underwear off of you.

“Walker!” You barked, surprised and annoyed, you were starting to rethink his threat level, when he filled you up with his cock again.

“I'll replace them.” Walker laughed, wrapping your hair around one hand and pulled your head back. “I can afford something better for you to wear, anyway.” He whispered into your ear, and started thrusting into you, your hips rubbing harshly against the railing, and his strong fingers rubbing your still sore clit.

Afterwards, You let Walker carry you back to bed and melted into his big arms and broad chest. “Is your cover really going to be blown, August?” You asked, coming off the high that had started the afternoon before.

“So, you were awake.” August laughed, brushing his fingers through your hair. “But, no, love. My cover is just fine, like it always is. Some of the Apostles are just being idiots, but I've put them back in their rightful places.”

“Under your size eleven boot.” You laughed, tilting your head back to look up at your beloved boyfriend.

“Exactly, sweetheart.” He chuckled back, kissing the tip and bridge of your nose. “Did you have a good birthday?” He asked, stroking the side of your face.”

“Mission: Crimson Moon, was bloody fantastic.” You assured him, kissing his stubbly jawline. “You make a damn good stripper, by the way.” You added, trailing your fingertips up and down his torso.

“It's no wonder why Sloane put you undercover there.”

You and August had met, while both of you were on separate missions, three years before, that ended up colliding together and you and August became nearly inseparable. Where one of you was, the other wasn't long off or far from. August worked as the CIA's best assassin. You worked a bit more free lance, bouncing between the CIA and MI-6, or sometimes for a private sector or person, if the money paid well enough. After your first year of dating August, when he finally trusted you without condition, he let you in on his 'John Lark' secret, how he was moonlighting as the top leader to the Apostles, the group that formed after the fall of the Syndicate, with Solomon Lane.

You were shocked at first, but the more you thought about it, the more it really made sense, August was calculated in everything he did, from work life to private life, he was distant and cold, almost cruel, if you didn't have the pleasure of being in his trusted inner circle. He had feared, an extremely rare trait in August Walker's vocabulary, that once you found out about his true dealings, you would leave him, he didn't worry about you outing him and blowing his cover, he knew you wouldn't, no matter how hurt and shocked you were, you had your own secrets and knew the value of keeping them that way.

A secret.

But, you didn't leave him, you loved him; even his faults.

You made him promise to never talk about the Apostles' business around you, unless you asked him about it, the less you knew about his works as the Head Apostle, the less of it could be pulled out of you and used to harm him, should anyone decide to use you as a pawn against August. Which, you weren't worried about either, people, from high governments to the cockroaches knew better than to fuck with you, even more so knowing that if they did do something to hurt or compromise you, August would be at their doorstep a moment later.

“Well, the job there is almost done, then only you will be getting a lifetime membership to my lap dances.” He told you with a smug grin, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him.

“I better be, August Walker.” You told him, pushing yourself up to straddle his waist, hands braced on his chest. “I'm the only one, this Hammer gets to nail.” You laughed, rubbing against his flaccid cock, waking it up for another round.

[bookishofalder]

Pretty Girl - Four

Summary: In which a call for help leads to Flip and Pretty Girl facing their feelings.

Warnings: Smut. 18+, NSFW, Swearing, PIV. WC- 5,506

A/N: Admittedly very excited to write the chapter. Suffered a few days of migraines this week, which now has me questioning every word I’ve written, but I hope you enjoy. To those who comment and follow regularly, you guys truly bring me joy and I appreciate you ❤️

Flip was dreaming in flashes. The events of the week prior, in the file room with (Y/N), replaying themselves over and over. Flash, her wide eyes. Flash, the way she wet her lips. Flash, the brief look of disappointment when they were interrupted. He’d been ruminating on that look, however neither of them brought it back up again-not after the meeting, where she’d sat next to him with her foot shaking uncharacteristically, nor on the silent drive home. It just...sat in the air between them, a balloon neither of them wanted to pop.

Already suffering from poor sleep quality, Flip was now sinking into a permanently exhausted state with the addition of nightly dreams that kept him on the edge of consciousness. His brain seemed determined to keep thoughts of (Y/N) at the forefront regardless of the time of day. He had been in love a few times in his life; with women who were kind, eager to become the housewife of a detective. But he never felt for anyone like he did for (Y/N). The protectiveness, the desire to know everything about her, to know what she was thinking...it was overwhelming. And so the dreams kept him tossing each night. And while he might have stayed like this, fighting them until he slipped into a deeper sleep, he was instead abruptly awoken when the phone next to his bed began a shrill ringing.

“Christ,” He mumbled, jerking up and rolling over. The clock on his bed stand read two-thirty in the morning. He grumbled in displeasure, intending on ignoring it. When the ringing didn’t cease, he groaned and reached for the receiver, his voice gruff with sleep when he barked, “Zimmerman.”

“Um, hi Flip.”

Flip immediately tensed, sitting up as the sound of (Y/N)‘s voice came down the line. His mind was already running ahead making the worst assumptions about why she would be calling so late on the weekend. It wasn’t a surprise when his voice came out slightly choked, “Pretty girl, are you alright? Are you safe?”

Her voice sounded somewhat strained with regret, “I’m safe, really. I’m so sorry to bother you so late-“

“Just tell me what you need, darling.” He interrupted, twisting to drop his feet to the floor and casting his eyes around the dark bedroom for his sweatpants.

She sighed, “The power went out here a few hours ago, and I’m not sure why. But with the weather tonight it’s absolutely freezing in here now. And my brother in law is away for work,” She took another breath, which Flip recognized was her attempt at hiding how cold she was, “I feel silly calling you.” He smiled, pleasure blooming in his chest at the realization that after her brother in law, Flip was the next person she trusted to call in the middle of the night.

Flip hummed slightly at her words, “No reason to feel silly-I’ll be over there in ten, take a look for you.” A voice in the back of his mind questioned whether this was a wise choice, but he pushed it back, ignoring it. She needed him.

“You don’t have to do that. If you could maybe just tell me what to look for on my, uh, breaker? Electric panel?”

Now he couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, “I’m coming over, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

A quiet thank you met his ears as he put the phone down. Flip switched on the light and stood, making his way around his room to put on his sweatpants and sweater before stopping in the bathroom to freshen up and splash his face with water to wake up. The combination of cold water and mint from his toothpaste helped accomplish this. Excitement flooded within him at the realization he would get to see her so soon.  

Pulling his shoes on, he considered if there was anything he should bring. He knew she probably had a toolkit but wondered if she would have a high powered flashlight. Deciding to lean on the side of caution, he grabbed his own from the kitchen drawer before sliding on his rain jacket, grabbing his keys and heading out into the cold night. It was rainy, a combination that meant the roads were especially tricky to drive on. His ten-minute drive was closer to twenty, tension building in his stomach the closer he got.

He was worried about being alone with her, of the risk of crossing a line. Worrying she would ask him what she had in the file room.

“Are you sure you aren’t keeping anything from me?”

How did you confess to loving your best friend, when they were the only good thing in your life?

When Flip pulled his truck onto her street, he noticed straight away that it was darker in her neighbourhood than on the main road. Glancing around at the houses, he saw no lights on, not even on porches. Parked in the driveway, Flip looked at (Y/N)‘s dark house as he stepped from his truck, then around the street. It was eerily dark, even the streetlights were out. So it had to be a power outage from the weather and not an issue with her breaker.

Hopping up her front steps, Flip rapped on the door softly. After a moment, the door opened to reveal his friend smiling shyly, a flashlight in her hand. “Hi Flip, come on in. Thanks for coming.”

She stepped back and secured the door while he removed his jacket and shoes, shaking some rain from his hair. “Hi, darling.” He looked around at her then, drinking in her casual appearance.

Her hair was falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her face clear of makeup. She wore a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms with an oversized CSPD sweatshirt. Flip felt his stomach fill with heat at the sight of her looking so...radiant. Innocent. Soft.

“Got some good news, and some bad, darling.” He said after a pause.

She gestured for him to follow her into the living room. Glancing around the cozy space, he saw she had lit a few candles along her fireplace mantle to bring some light to the room. Even in the dim light, he could tell the space was decorated entirely by her. Her personality shone through even in the choice of wallpaper.

(Y/N) leaned against the back of her couch, hands gripping it as she gazed up at Flip, “Always bad news first.” He wanted to reach out and smooth the little pucker between her brows.

“Well, looks like the whole neighbourhood is experiencing an outage, no lights-not even the street lights.”

She sighed heavily, “Great, so not something that can be fixed right now-meaning I woke you up for nothing.” Dropping her head into her hands, he heard her give a little grunt of despair.

Flip smiled down at her, amused. If only she knew he couldn’t sleep anyway. “The good news is nothing is wrong with your breaker. And now that I’m here we can get you set up for the night so you don’t freeze. It’ll probably be out for a while.”

She peered up at Flip through her fingers, eyes assessing his grin. “You’re not annoyed with me?”

Flip forced himself not to step closer to her, “No, darling. Now, let’s get a fire going.”

They worked in silence, the only sound the distant rain and occasional blasts of wind. Flip stacked the firewood, thankful her fireplace was large, while (Y/N) laid out the newspaper strips and kindling for him. Once he had the fire roaring, Flip assessed the room.  

The comfortable looking couch was set back from the fireplace, a coffee table in the centre. Standing, he dragged the table out of the way before coming to the couch and pulling it toward the fire. It took a minute, as it was a heavy son of a bitch, but after some finessing he was satisfied it was close enough without being unsafe for her to sleep on and keep warm. He’d wanted to avoid having her sleep on the floor.

While he’d been moving the furniture, (Y/N) had disappeared. He took a moment to survey the setup, then bent over the fire and took the poker to adjust the logs. She returned several minutes later, pillows and blankets in her arms. She dropped them over the back of the couch, then glanced up and met Flip‘s eyes. She paused, standing nervously, hands twisting together absentmindedly. “Um. Can I get you anything? Milk? Water?”

Flip probably should just thank her and make his way home, he’d done what he could for her. He could easily leave now. Instead, he nodded, “Milk would be nice, thanks.” Spinning around, she hurried away to her kitchen, leaving Flip alone again. He considered his next moves. He could just drink the milk in one gulp and then go home. Only...he wanted to stay. Even if just for a short while. The thought of spending time with (Y/N) that wasn’t during their drives to and from work thrilled him. It couldn't hurt to stay a little longer.

He settled himself on the ground, leaning his back against the couch and crossing his legs comfortably. The warmth from the fire was welcome; it was chilly inside her place.

(Y/N) reappeared, padding across the carpeting, “Here you go,” Handing him his glass, Flip took it and watched as she joined him on the floor, copying his pose so that her knee touched his leg. His heart rate increased.

He grabbed one of the larger blankets and carefully settled it over their laps. They sat in silence for several minutes, each watching the fire dance before them as they sipped their drinks. Flip heaved a sigh of content. “Always loved a good fire.” He admitted, smiling down at her.

“Mmm, me too. Listen, Flip,” Turning to face him, he saw her mouth pressed into a thin line. She tucked her legs back and propped one arm onto the couch. Flip met her gaze steadily, prepared for her to apologize. “I’m really sorr-“

Flip shook his head, cutting her off, “I’m glad you called. I don’t mind, and I can tell you’re more upset than you’re saying.”

Her eyes dropped, looking down into her drink before taking a sip. “I-I’m not a fan of the dark. Silly, I know.” She gave a little laugh that didn’t suit her. Flip could sense she was uncomfortable, tired and still cold. He hated to see her looking so self-conscious, unhappy. It lit something within him that was almost animalistic in its intensity.

“It’s not silly, (Y/N). I don’t like it much myself.” He replied, taking another drink of his milk, finishing it off. “You need to stop apologizing to me all the time, haven’t I told you I could never be upset with you?” When would she start to believe him? He gave her a reassuring smile while his hands gripped the empty glass, attempting to keep himself from reaching out to tuck her hair back or stroke her cheek.

The light of the fire revealed the way her cheeks flushed deliciously at his words, and suddenly she was looking everywhere but at Flip.

“I want you to know, Flip,” (Y/N) shifted, mirroring his position by gripping the glass she held, “You mean the world to me, and I’m thankful every day to...to call you my best friend. You take such good care of me, never make me feel bad...always know what I need,” Her words were rushing out, soft and breathless as she stared down into her drink, “Most men would have probably just told me to start a fire and go back to bed, but you just come straight over and-“ She gestured around to make her point. Slowly, her eyes moved up and met his gaze.

Flip turned her words over in his head, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. To stall for time, he reached over and took her glass from her hands. Setting both on the floor behind him, he came to a decision. Conceding to the desire to touch her, he took her small hands into his own. He ran his thumbs across the soft skin of her wrists, relishing in the contact.

“I like taking care of you, darling. You do so much for me and give yourself no credit. You worry every time you need something yourself,” He searched her eyes as he spoke, wanting to catch any expression that passed through them, “I like spending time with you. Making sure you’re safe, and I-well, you’re my best friend, I’d do anything for you.” He broke off when a hot tear slipped down her cheek and onto the back of his hand.

Her eyes were a storm of emotions as she looked at Flip, tears leaking out, her lips quivering. His whole chest tightened as he watched her. He automatically released her hands, raising his to cup her face. He brushed his thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the tears gently, before meeting her gaze again.

The air in the room seemed to evaporate around them. Electricity shot through Flip’s entire body, and he couldn’t have said who moved first, just that one moment he was looking from her (y/e/c) eyes to her lips, and then their lips pressed together. Flip felt like he’d burst into flames, and he gasped at the sensation.

(Y/N)’s hands had moved up from her lap, now holding the collar of Flip’s sweater and pulling him closer as they kissed. He gripped her face, fingers in her hair, nearly moaned at how soft her lips were against his. Instinctively, his tongue swiped across them, and she responded by parting them, allowing him to slip inside her mouth. He groaned loudly at the overwhelming taste of her, of the heat of her mouth. He'd never tasted anything so fucking perfect.

When she whimpered loudly, it caught Flip entirely off guard. Though heat pulsed straight to his core at the sound, it brought him back into his mind and he jerked back suddenly, breaking the kiss.

(Y/N) hadn’t been expecting his sudden movement, so when Flip had pulled back and her grip on his shirt didn’t loosen, she only ended up falling into him. Her eyes peered up at him, pupils blown and cheeks flushed as she leaned into his chest. She panted, “Wha-?”

Flip was trying to catch his breath, to clear his head. He’d just kissed his best friend. They were alone in her house and they had kissed, and the entire situation was terrifying to him.

He didn’t think he could stop if they kept going.

“I’m sorry, I-fuck, pretty girl, do you know what you do to me?” He growled, his hands still holding her face. Her eyes widened further as he spoke. “Do you realize how much I love you? How fucking perfect you are?”

She was trembling uncontrollably, “Flip, fuck I-did you say you love me?” Shock crossed her face, her mouth falling open into an ‘o’ shape as she processed what he’d said.

Damn it all, he thought. It’s out now. “Are you kidding me? Sweetest, most beautiful woman I ever met.” He huffed, never looking away, “(Y/N), I think I’ve been in love with you ever since you came out of that bathroom, afraid of that damn spider. Keep falling harder every day. You drive me crazy, pretty girl.”

His heart was in his stomach and his mouth had gone dry, but it felt good to admit it out loud, to tell her about the feelings he’d been holding back for so long. She was silent for a long moment, just staring at Flip in complete disbelief. He braced for whatever she was going to say, promising himself that he wouldn’t regret ever telling her the truth, even though his heart might burst right out of his chest.

He hadn’t expected her reaction; when her mind seemed to catch up with itself and the surprise disappeared from her face, replaced by something that had Flip catch his breath. And then her lips were on his again. She was released his collar to push her hands into his hair, whimpering as she pressed her body against his in a frantic flurry of motion.  

Flip, though caught off guard, wasted no time in returning the fervour of her kiss, deepening it by sliding one hand further into her hair and pressing her face into his. He licked into her hot mouth eagerly, enjoying the little moans and whimpers that slipped out of her as she kissed him back. After a moment, he dropped the hand that wasn’t woven into her soft locks and gripped her waist, tugging her closer. (Y/N) moved, swinging a leg over his lap and straddling him fully.

“Fuck,” He growled when her hips, settled right where he wanted her, ground into him, desperately seeking friction. “Pretty girl.”

Another whimper, “Love it when you call me that, Flip.” She tugged his hair and Flip groaned again, his entire body on fucking fire for this woman. Did she truly not realize the effect she had on him?

He released his hold on her and slid both hands under her sweater, ghosting across her soft stomach as he continued to pepper kisses onto her cheeks, her jaw, down her neck. His hands climbed higher, brushing the undersides of her breasts, his dick twitching as he realized she wore no bra beneath the bulky sweater. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body, to suck and bite marks into her skin as she moaned for more, but he needed to make sure, absolutely sure, she wanted this.

With a great effort, he pulled away, his hands stilling on her bare waist, and said her name. Before he could say more, she was cutting him off, eyes bright.

“You big, grumpy man. My rough, tough detective. I love you too,” She ground her hips down again, pulling a growl from deep within Flip. Combined with her words, the effects had Flip slowly coming undone, his clear mind fogging up with thoughts of her, her body, her pleasure. “I wanted to tell you, but I was so afraid of losing you. I think about you all the time, did you know that, Flip? Do you know I lay in my bed every night and picture you? Touch myself and it only takes a minute to-“

“Fuck,” He thundered, interrupting her and kissing her again, “Just tell me what you want-I’ll give you anything, everything. Tell me it’s okay-“

“I need you, Flip. I’m yours and I need you,” She accented the words with another swirl of her hips, Flip’s cock now straining against his sweatpants painfully, “Fuck me all night and stay in the morning, Flip.”

His heart filling with joy, Flip had heard what he needed. The next moments were spent frantically undressing one another-first her sweater; Flip’s eyes on her delicious tits as they bounced around while she stood and shimmied her pyjamas and underwear off. He drank in her beautiful, perfect body, all soft curves and flushed skin, as he kicked off his pants.

“Come here, pretty girl,” He rasped, pulling her back into his lap and groaning when her heat skimmed across his cock as she settled. Flip smoothed a hand up her back, bracing her carefully, and then lifted himself, rolling them so that her body lay on the blanket beneath them, her hair fanned out around her. “Fuck, you are so beautiful. Gonna taste you, okay?”

She whimpered her permission as he began his journey downward, taking his time to suck marks into her skin that he would lave over with his tongue to soothe. His hands found their way to her breasts and began to pinch and squeeze, rolling the peaks between a thumb and finger and groaning against her skin when she cried out in pleasure at the sensation.

“Oh god, Flip!” She moaned loudly when he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue moving over it before he switched to her other breast. His hands slid to her hips, stilling their attempts to seek out the friction he was thus denying her. He trailed his tongue down her stomach, lowered himself to the ground between her legs and kissed the sensitive skin of her thighs, leaving more marks. He felt his cock protesting between his body and the floor but ignored it when he came face to face with her slick centre, already glistening for him. Framed with trimmed, soft curls, it was the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen.

“So fucking wet already, barely even touched you,” Massaging her thighs, he tilted his head up and met her eyes over the swell of her breasts. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Now put your hands in my hair while I taste this perfect fucking cunt.”

Her hands had barely threaded through his locks before his tongue was licking a long strip from the bottom up. Flip watched in delight as her entire body jerked in response, her head dropping to the floor, back arching. A long, low moan escaped her, and then he dove in.

Flip hummed at her taste, perfectly sweet and entirely her, turning him on even more. He licked everything, sucked on her sensitive clit until her legs began to shake, and then repeated it all over again. Occasionally breaking away to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh and revelling in the way she cried out his name each time. He never wanted to stop.

More of her juices flowed for him as time passed, as he edged her closer to her peak and then eased her back, teasing her without remorse. He wanted to hear her beg for more.  He wasn’t disappointed when, after pulling away the third time, her head popped up, “Flip, please, please let me cum. I fucking need to cum, you’re so perfect, I’m so close I can’t,” She broke off with a desperate whine.

Flip grinned, “Love hearing you beg for me, pretty girl,” He slid two fingers inside of her dripping heat at the same moment he wrapped his lips around her clit. He heard her head hit the floor as she screamed out, obscenities, his name, incomprehensible whines. He only had to thrust his fingers three times, curling them up each time they sunk into her before she came undone.

He was enraptured by the sight of her orgasm, the way her body jerked and tightened, her hands pulling his hair viciously as his name spilled from her lips. He worked her through the crest of her pleasure, humming against her to draw it out and drinking down everything she gave him. He thought he could die a happy man right there, drowning in her.

“Flip, fucking hell!” She cried out one final time, her cunt clenching around him when she became over sensitive to his ministrations. He eased back, kissing her thighs and licking gently at her folds as she came down, her hands dropping from his hair. He could have stayed there for hours, but his cock was protesting. Carefully moving, he brought his body up and lay over top of her, bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off of her as she caught her breath.

Flip growled at the sight of her blissed-out expression and kissed her hungrily, sloppily. She moaned, tasting herself on his lips. He leaned back up after a moment, “You still with me, pretty girl?” He gazed at her in concern, hoping he hadn't gone too hard.

A goofy smile split her face, “I’ve never cum that hard in my entire life, Flip Zimmerman. I’m pretty sure I’m on another plain right now.” He laughed, nuzzled her neck and ground his hips down, pressing his cock onto her thigh.

“You feel what you do to me?” His voice was low, “Been thinking about you for fucking months. Every day, all day, it’s just you. ”

“Flip,” (Y/N)‘s voice was breathless beneath him, her hands back in his hair, “Please, need you inside me right now, need to feel you stre-oh FUCK!”

He had slammed into her at her words, unable to hold back a moment longer. Splitting her open until he bottomed out, and then he stilled, panting, and checked in on her again. She was deliciously, dangerously tight around him, her walls already fluttering. She was crying out but nodding, seemingly unable to form words but wanted to convey to him that he could move.

“Good girl, just tell me if it’s too much. If this,” He slammed down again, earning another yelp, “is too much.” And then he began to pump, one arm braced on the ground while the other gripped her hip. He thrust into her wet cunt mercilessly, his eyes always on her face, watching for any change, any indication that she was in pain, but he saw only pleasure. Her screams only drove him on, encouraging him to move harder, to take what she so wanted him to and make her his. It was the best sex of his life, and Flip never wanted it to end.

When he felt himself getting close, he slowed his pace, kissed her once again, and then pulled back. Her heavy eyes watched as Flip, still deep inside of her, came to kneel and then he lifted her hips, adjusting her legs to one side, arms hooking under them. The new angle already had her whimpering before he began to move. She was so tight around him; he could see himself buried to the hilt inside of her and groaned at the perfect, obscene sight.

“Just,” He could barely speak, he was so turned on, “Tap my hand, if it’s too much, darling.” He knew she would tell him if she needed him to go easier, but he needed her to know she was safe with him, that her pleasure was the most important thing to him.

“Fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuck-“

With a roar, he was moving, his hips beginning a brutal pace now that he had the leverage of being on his knees. Her hands twisted into the blanket, tits bouncing as Flip hugged her legs and fucked into her as deep as he could. He repeated her name over and over, the only other sounds in the house that of skin hitting skin, the hot, wet noises her cunt made as she took his length, and her cries for more, harder, for him.

He felt her tightening around him after a short time, walls fluttering and getting wetter as he drove his hips into that spot over and over, unrelenting. “Going to cum for me, pretty girl?”

“I, fuck, Flip, I’m so close-you’re fucking filling me up oh god...”

“Cum, it’s okay, cum for me, please.”

As if waiting for him to ask, she instantly seized up at his words, and Flip almost went over the edge right there when her pussy clamped hard, her body jerking as the wave broke, and her pleasure peaked. He focused, holding off his own orgasm to chase her through hers, to drag it out until tears were in her eyes. His movements became sloppy, only slowing when he felt her begin to relax.

He had briefly wondered if he could keep himself on the edge, try to get another orgasm out of her. But then her voice cut through the air, firmer than it had been all night, and derailed his train of thought.

“Flip, please cum inside me, please, need your cum, please.”

“Fuck, fuck!” He cried out, slamming himself one, two, three more times, her words pulling him over, over, right off of the cliff and into oblivion. He kept his hips moving as he emptied himself inside of her, “Sweet girl, take it, fucking take it all.” Flip moaned, pumping every last drop of his seed with lazy thrusts, (Y/N) whimpering at the sensation of being filled. He had never cum like that in his entire life.

Though tempted to collapse, Flip was cautious as he lowered himself, kissing her stomach, breasts, neck, and then meeting her lips again. His tongue licked her mouth once more before he gripped her waist and rolled them. Now he lay on the floor with (Y/N) on top of him, head on his chest. Her walls still clenched around his cock. They both panted, catching their breath in comfortable silence.

Flip was clutching (Y/N), one hand rubbing gently into her lower back. His thoughts were thundering back, though they were happy. The realization of what had changed in the last two hours was making his heart swell in his chest. With their more primal needs satiated, his mind wandered. Because while that had been the best sex of his life, it was far outshone by the fact that his best friend had told him she was in love with him, too.

Flip grinned, and (Y/N) lifted her head to meet his eyes when she felt his movements.

“Happy with yourself, detective?” She panted, returning his grin with her best smile. Flip grabbed her waist and gently pulled her up, a little groan escaping each of them when his cock slipped out of her. Now level, Flip was able to lean up and kiss her, a chaste peck.

“Pretty girl, you’re the hottest fucking woman on this planet,” His voice was gruff from overexertion, “I feel like the luckiest man.” He continued, earning a happy little giggle.

“You say that like you didn’t just make me cum twice like it was easy.”

“Darling, I can make you cum all night if I want to. Just say the words.” He kissed her forehead softly.

A little whimper escaped before she could catch it. “Not saying I’m against the idea, but I need to use the ladies' room.” She made to get up but Flip held her tighter, stopping her. He wasn’t ready to be apart from her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready, not anymore.

“I’ve got you,” He whispered. He repositioned her as he sat up, leading her legs to wrap around him and her arms to circle his neck. (Y/N) bit her lip as she let Flip raise them both from the floor, his hands sliding down to sink into the flesh of her bottom, holding her up. He carried her to the bathroom, kissing her between following her directions to the blue-tiled room.

He set her down on the toilet, then turned to the sink, squinting in the dark. One candle lit the room, and once his eyes adjusted he saw the neatly folded wash clothes on the vanity. He turned on the water and, knowing it would be cold, wet the cloth quickly before taking it to briefly wipe himself. He rinsed it and turned to (Y/N), who was still sitting on the toilet, her eyes following his every move.

“Did you pee?” Smiling at her comfortingly when she shied away from the question, “Pretty girl, let me take care of you.” He brushed his hand across her cheek affectionately.

“I did, yes.” She murmured. Flip nodded, then pushed her legs apart. Taking great care to be gentle, he ran the cool cloth along her folds. Ensuring to only move in one direction. She sighed in content as he cleaned her up.

Tossing the cloth into the sink, Flip picked her up again and moved them back to the living room. “You ever going to let me walk again?” She joked, clutching him close as he settled them down onto the couch. (Y/N) curled against him, one hand threaded in his hair. He reached down and pulled the blanket from the floor, covering their bodies, and kissed the top of her head.

“Meant what I said, darling.” He spoke into the night, his hand trailing up and down her back in soothing motions as the fire continued to warm the room, bathing it in a gentle glow.

The fire illuminated her eyes when she looked up, “I did too, Flip. And I-I don’t want to be just friends anymore.”

Flip nodded, one hand on her cheek, thumb brushing across the soft skin, “No, pretty girl, neither do I,” He agreed. They exchanged a look then that Flip would remember over everything else that happened during this utterly perfect night.

It sealed the love they’d been expressing that night, a look that told the other, I love you. I’m never leaving. You are everything to me.

“Get some sleep, beautiful. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

She snuggled in at his soothing words, a low moan of content rushing out before she closed her eyes.

For the first time in a long while, (Y/N) and Flip each fell asleep within minutes. Wrapped in one another’s arms, they would stay there until the sun came up.

Flip didn’t even need to dream that night.

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✿YOᑌᖇᗴ KIᗪᔕ ᖴᖇIᗴᑎᗪ ᑕᗩᒪᒪᔕ YOᑌ ᗩ ᗰIᒪᖴ 😕

KᗩᖇᗩᔕᑌᑎO:

(Daichi, Tanaka,)

ᗪᗩIᑕᕼI:

❥It was around 3:25 o'clock—you had just started preparing dinner for your 15 year old son and your FIREFIGHTER husband (cause you sure as hell wasn't cookin' for no cop) when you heard the door open. Placing the roast in the oven you bent down—mits on your pretty hands and ass damn near presented to the world in the pretty sundress you wore.

"Hey Ma!"

"Hi honey!" You called out as you stood up discarding your oven mits onto to counter you turned around tilting your head. "Whose this?"

"This is Takashi, we have a project to work on so I figured it was ok if I brought him over for a bit, is that ok?"

❥ While your conversating with your son you failed to notice the way Takashi's virgin eyes took in your pretty (slim/lean/plump) body—eyes racking over your subtle bust that noticeably sat upright and nice around the ruffles of your dress—the same dress that hugged your curves just right, a nice and frilly apron tied neatly around your waist. "Well it's nice to meat you Takashi" you giggled sticking your hand out for him to shake—blinking the boy rubbed his neck.

"A-Ah, it's nice to meet you too Mrs. Sawamura..." he uttered, seemingly very focused on they way your breast bounced with each shake—(Your son's name) nudged him noticing the way his eyes lingered. "Anyway, we'll be on our way Ma—let go of my mom's hand ya freak" he grimaced causing Takashi to chuckle sheepishly as you waved them both away.

❥ "Dude," (Y/S/N) whispered as they sat in the dining room "What?"

"Don't what "what" me—why the hell were you starin' at my ma like that?" Looking around Takashi made sure you weren't paying attention as you stirred the mashed potatoes. "Dude your mom's a total milf." Your son pulled one of the most disgusted stank faces he could muster as he stared at his friend in utter disgust. "Mf wha...?"

"No dude, I'm serious—like look at her, she has the whole milf persona down pact. She's sweet, kind and has a baggin' bod man."

"You've literally just met her..."

❥ Any other time you were a force to be reckoned with, a hazard to society—this just happened to be one of the days you felt generous enough to grace the house with your charitable contributions. (Y/S/N) recognized the dangerous tint your eyes held when he told you he invited someone without your permission and expected you to be cool with it—what you were merely doing was putting on an act as the "Sweet milfy mother" and it was working out wonderfully.

Too wonderfully

"Naw man, your mom's a milf."

"Dude..."

"Like—she gave me this look dude—you know "that" look" the poor boy, he had no idea what was approaching upon him.

"Bruh..." (Y/S/N) tried again, but to no avail as Takashi continued on.

"No no no, cause get it—if given the chance bruh, I'd fuc—oh my gosh, what happened to the light?" with a choked gasp the boy could only stare in pure shock at the sight of your towering husband—expression stoic, but the way his eyes flared into the child made him piss himself he was so scared. (Imagine a 5'9–hell maybe even taller—beefy man staring you down with the most meanest ass look)

"I'm sorry, You'd what to my wife?"

(Y/S/N) lifted a few papers and patted them against the table to straighten them as he watched his friend get chewed out by his father. "A-Ah...M-Mr. Sawamura, I didn't...that didn't come out right—I meant uh, yeah y-you know...."

"No, I don't know—why don't you explain to me what exactly you'd do to my wife given the chance—cause I'd love to hear it." Daichi hadn't felt so pissed in his life (aside from when he was made a meme on several social media platforms—put thats a different story for a different time) and honestly it was disgusting having some brat in his home—his sanctuary, a place where he comes to feel relaxed and loved to sit here and try to explain to his own son how he'd fuck you if given the chance—where the hell was the damn belt when you needed it?

❥ "Daichi—is that you babe?" You're sweet voice rang from the kitchen as you glossed your cornbread with your honey and butter mixture—turning his attention back on the boy Daichi glowered at him.

"If I ever hear something like that come out of your mouth in my presence I'll make sure you never step foot in this house again."

And with that he smiled, turned and caught you as you leaped into his arms placing a nice kiss on your cheek. "Hey love, dinner smells great." He grinned, guiding you both back into the kitchen, a giggle escaping your pretty lips as you go on to ask about his day.

❥"Yeah, yo ass most definitely ain't invited to the cookout." Your son snorted taking in his friends pissed scared expression.

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TᗩᑎᗩKᗩ:

❥It was actually your daughters girl best friend who called you a milf and Tanaka winded up agreeing with her 💀

Here's how it happened, you and Tanaka had planned a trip to a nearby water park since the last few days had been hot as a bitch—so you allowed your daughter to invite her friend and of course she agreed—as long as your daughter and her had been freeness she had never gotten the chance to officially meet you, she'd always been around your husband since your daughter was a daddy's girl.

"Ryū, do you have everything packed?" You asked as you poked your head out from the side door of the house—your lean husband packing what looked like unnecessary junk in the back seat of the car. "Yeah, Yep baby—" he nearly slipped trying to shove four lounge chairs, the picnic basket and several other things in the car. "I've got everything packed—just waitin' on (Daughter name) and Naomi to come."

Nodding you poked your head back into the door to change—a nice bikini and thin shawl to go over it—it's better if I show it to you—

❥ Now before I see any comments sayin' "My stomach said no" "Tits, ass and thighs have left the building" I want y'all to know that Tanaka does everything in his power to make sure you feel happy and loved, it's what made your confidence boost since high school and the self love you had for yourself only skyrocketed the longer you stayed with him and you truly understood the true value of yourself. You felt happy and comfortable in your own skin, that didn't mean you didn't have days where you felt off about being in your body, but those thoughts would simmer down when your adoring husband cane into view.

Stripping from your pajamas and bunny slippers you placed the bikini on and folded the shawl in front of you as you made your way downstairs to sit in the living room.

Ten minutes had passed and (Y/D/N) and Naomi had finally returned—greeting your husband Your daughter asked where you had wandered off to

❥ "Your mother? She's in the living room last I seen her, (Y/N)!! Come on love we're ready!"

"Just a second!" You hollered back slipping on a pair of slides and exiting out of the house—time seem to stand still as not only your husband, but Naomi too drunk in your form—the swimsuit definitely serving you justice. "You all ready?" You asked, "Y-Yeah hon...w'we're ready." Smiling cheekily you grinned.

"Yo, (Y/D/N)"

"What? What's up??"

"Your mom is literally hot as hell."

"..."

"Deadass, she looks like one of those hot ass milfs..." she muttered watching as you lightly scolded Tanaka for putting the sandwich iron into the truck. Turning around you bent over to grab the toaster—tits nearly spilling from your top as you made your way back into the house. "Yeah, a milf."

"You said it." Tanaka whistled placing his folded arm on top of Naomi's head. "M-Mr. T-Tanaka, oh my gosh I am so sorry...I shouldn't have—" Your childish husband barked out a deep laughter at the scared expression on your daughters friends face. "Calm down kiddo, I'm not mad—if anything I'm glad someone recognized it." He uttered whipping his head to stare at his daughter.

"I am not referring to mama as a milf."

❥ Tanaka smacked his lip, a low whistle coming from his mouth as both he and Naomi stared at the way your ass flexed through the thin material of the shawl

Up and down and up and down

And up and down and up and down

❥ "Damn," they muttered in union

"You two are literally disgusting."

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Chapter from my Wattpad account :p

Danish_Taco

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Out of His Mind

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1669 words

Warnings: language?

Summary: Henry has a crush. 

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It should have come as no surprise to anyone that you were the way you were.

After all, living with Patrick your whole life meant that you figured it out or he would have probably smothered you with a pillow by now. It was no secret that Patrick was standoffish and violent, everyone in all of Derry knew that.

What they didn’t know was that he, in no way, rivalled your hatred of the entirety of the human race.

The two of you were clearly related through that alone, though that was about as far as the similarity went.

Where Patrick was a textbook psychopath, deriving joy from any form of suffering, you didn’t seem to find it in anything. You were just angry all the time.

As best he could tell, you always had a disgusted grimace on your beautiful face, keeping to yourself whenever possible, unless you had some venom to spit in Henry’s direction.

...And for whatever reason, you had him all twisted up inside.

It didn’t make any sense, seeing as Henry had never felt that way about anyone but whenever he was around you, he felt ill, in the best way.

It was like a spell had been cast on him, and it made him even more dumb than before. The worst part of all though, was that you somehow remained absolutely blind to it.

That, or you didn’t care.

For the longest time, he was sure that you hated him and maybe you still did. In any case, nothing could keep his stomach from doing cartwheels whenever you were together.

Together being a term used lightly.

Really, you only ever spent time with the ‘Bowers gang’ when you absolutely had to but that was more than enough for Henry to be sure.

There was just something about you.

...And he was determined to figure out what it was.

Today, Patrick offered to have the guys come over after school, suggesting they fuck around at the quarry for a while before hitting the town. Your parents weren’t going to be home, after all, so they agreed.

Which meant that as soon as Henry and the others entered your house, you knew about it. No one else had a key to the side door of the garage.

“What are you losers doing here?” you groaned, rolling your eyes from where you were sitting on the couch, watching bored as Belch chucked something at Vic, narrowly missing his head.

It brought a small smile to your face, which you were quick to force back down. Perhaps if it had actually met its target, you would have laughed.

Luckily, Belch’s aim was about as good as his grade in chemistry. “We thought we’d come spend time with you. s’that okay?” Henry started, noticing the way your eyes lingered on his for only a moment before you looked away.

You didn’t even bother to answer him, though you didn’t have much of a chance anyway before Patrick swung around the corner and lobed a coke can at your head.

“We’re going to the quarry, you wanna come or is that stick lodged too far up your ass?” he cackled, not even seeming to care one bit that the can could have burst all over the place.

Though, to be fair, you cared about as much when you tossed it right back at him, hitting the wall just behind him.

“You’re a fucker, Pat!” you growled, that mischievous glint in your eyes making it hard to tell if you were really upset with him or not.

It wasn’t until you stood from where you’d been sitting that it registered to Henry that you could potentially be coming with them. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but for some reason, it made his palms sweat.

You hadn’t come with them to the quarry for quite some time, and the five of you weren’t kids anymore.

“Let’s go. I’ll leave all your asses here” you barked, having apparently decided you’d be going before heading out the door, not bothering to wait for any of them.

Without missing a beat, all four boys followed, leaving Henry to bring up the back, his hands feverishly wiping at his jeans.

He tried to convince himself that this wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, and that there was no reason he should be nervous, but that wasn’t doing him much good.

Really, the more he tried to stop thinking about you, the more his mind snapped right back to you, sitting in the backseat.

Henry was trying his best to be casual in his admiration, watching in the right side mirror as you fiddled mindlessly with the fraying knees of Vic’s jean but if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get caught.

Honestly, Belch had already taken note of the way Henry studied you but chose to keep it to himself.

Pointing out something like that would not only subject him to Henry’s anger, but also yours and Patricks and that wasn’t something he was willing to deal with right now.

So, he turned up the music on the radio and kept driving down the road until he pulled up to the private confines of the woods around the quarry.

“Did you bring a bathing suit Squirt, or what?” Patrick asked, much too late to have actually been of help to anyone, going so far as to use that terrible nickname.

If looks could kill, he would have been dead already.

“No, I’m not stripping down in front of your pervy friends dipshit” you huffed, shooting Belch a wink from where he was looking at you from the rearview.

It was all in good fun of course, but mostly, it was just payback for Patrick being Patrick.

“Yeah right, like any of these guys would wanna touch you with a ten foot pole” your brother jabbed, your full on sibling bickering filling the backseat in a matter of minutes.

Really, it was just a number of thinly veiled threats and insulting one another's mother even though she was the same woman. Neither of you cared for technicalities.

Patrick was a bitch and you only wanted to make sure he knew that about himself.

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That was all that happened from the time Belch parked the trans am to the time when Patrick and the others were all diving off that cliff into the water below.

You chose to remain perched on a rock, letting what little sun you could tolerate to bathe your skin. It wasn’t until you heard a twig snap behind you that you perked up, taking notice to the fact that someone was clearly out here. As best you knew, the guys were still in the lake.

Still, you wouldn’t have put it past your shithead brother to try and toss you over the side while you were too relaxed to notice.

Though, when you actually turned around, it wasn’t Patrick standing where the sound had come from. It was Henry.

“What are you doing? Sneaking around like a creeper” you asked, rolling your eyes before leaning back down against the rocks. You would never admit it, but you were most comfortable around Henry.

He was a no shit kind of guy, which you could respect, but he wasn’t downright vile like your hellspawn sibling was. He was a good middle ground and you could respect that.

Not that you wanted him watching you from the woods in any case.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Henry started, watching you crack one eye open slightly to look at him, silently prompting him to continue.

You had never had patience for idle small talk. If he had something to say, he could do so without wasting precious seconds of your life.

“Without the other guys” he clarified, briefly waiting for you to point out that it was a given before punching him so hard in the bicep with those rings you wore that he’d have to leave.

...But that never came.

You just sat there, bathing in the sun like a cold blooded predator, waiting for him to get on with it.

Henry had to swallow thickly before speaking, taking in how peaceful and gentle you looked when you were relaxed. He assumed it was a Hockstetter thing, because Pat damn near slept like a baby.

The whole lot of you were sneaky bastards though, so he didn’t trust it for a second.

“You wanna see a movie sometime? Or get a burger? Just us” he asked, earning a snort from you immediately though you stopped laughing as soon as you saw him.

The sight you opened your eyes to was almost alarming.

Henry, shit-talking, knife slinging Henry Bowers, looked like a scared little puppy. You had never seen him anxious or worried before but even you didn’t have it in your heart to tease him.

He was being serious.

“Like a date?” you clarified, genuinely confused for a second. Why would Henry want to go out with you? By all accounts, you were personality deficient, and that was a badge of honor you wore proudly.

...But no one in their right mind would sign up for that willingly.

Maybe that was the whole point though, maybe that was what it was about Henry that you found so strangely endearing. He was out of his damn mind.

When he nodded, you made up your mind.

He was absolutely deranged, fully crazy, but you were just about the same. “Sure, I’ll let you buy me a milkshake some time” you shrugged, closing your eyes again as your way of shooing him away.

You both knew that if he didn’t get back to his friends, they’d come looking for him and whatever he had going on, that wasn’t a good look.

Not that he cared right now.

Henry got the date, and you didn’t even spit on him when he asked. By all accounts, that was a success in his mind.

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A Calm Day

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader.

Genre: Fluff; Slice of Life; Established Relationship.

Word Count: 1.9k.

Warning: None.

Rating: PG.

Beta Reader: @suhdays​ read it over and reassured me it was cute. 

A/N: This is a late birthday present for the sweetest of beans aka @hobeemin​. I wish I could have made something better, but also who would like a nice day with the dork known as Doyoung. I already told you happy birthday, but again I hope that you had a great days and every birthday to come is also great. 

Saturdays were a time for going out and enjoying yourself. For attending brunch, get togethers, parties, or even going on adventures. Or at least that was what YN was all about when she was in college and the few years that came after. The version of her that had a demanding job and a somewhat active social circle deemed Saturdays a day of rest. Sunday could have all the fun, but the day after a work week was for her to unwind.

Well, her and her fiancé who seemed to fail to remember what the word relaxation meant.

Which was why on the Saturday morning - more like early afternoon - after a particularly tough week she expected to wake up in bed alone. However, she opened her eyes to find Doyoung knocked out of the bed next to her. It surprised her, even more so because he looked like he was still within a deep sleep and not just lying there trying to sleep.

A smile formed on YN’s lips seeing him like that. The dork tended to work too hard and then not give himself time to recuperate. It was a constant point of issue between the two of them. But when he did take the time to relax it was beautiful. She found him handsome every second of the day, but resting Doyoung was just so beautiful. And he was peaceful to watch, though she tried not to be a creep about it.

Doyoung would never let her live it down if he caught her and she was not about to play that game with him.

So, after a few seconds of staring at his face in the sunlight she closed her own eyes and let sleep claim her again. She needed it.

When she woke up again though, the bed was empty and the clock told her she’d slept in past one. Sleep clung to her saying she could stay in bed longer, but she knew that she’d had enough and despite the goal of chilling that day she didn’t want to sleep it away.

Which meant that she forced herself up and out of the bed, swaying a bit as she tried to wake up enough to not faceplant the first step she took. It took several seconds and so blurred vision, but she pulled it together, but before she could fully lift her foot the door to the bathroom swung open and out came Doyoung.

He was shocked to see her, but a smile took over his face rather quickly.

“I was just going to come and wake you up,” he said.

YN narrowed her eyes and scanned over his features, noting the clothing that he was wearing carefully.

“What so you can make me go on a run?” she asked, though it was more like an accusation.

At that the smile on Doyoung’s face dropped and he rolled his eyes. The sassiness that was a large part of his personality always came out at the drop of the hat.

“No. I’m allowed to wear basketball shorts and this shirt without going to work out. I ran you a bath.”

There was still something suspicious about it all, but after a few seconds YN stop looking at him sideways and instead smiled.

“Well, aren’t you the sweetest,” she said as she approached him, reaching up to pinch his cheek as she did it.

Of course, there was more eye rolling, but Doyoung smiled at her again. Then he leaned forward to place a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and warm, which somehow made her feel both calmer and much more awake. She enjoyed that feeling and pouted the moment he pulled away.

That was funny to Doyoung though and instead of giving her another kiss to stop the pouting he merely grabbed her hand and led her into the bathroom. There she found the aromatherapy machine going and a bath bomb dissolving into the water creating a nice lilac hue. It was one that she’d run out of a month before and kept forgetting to go buy more of. She’d mentioned in two days before when she wanted to take a bath but didn’t have it on hand, running her plans.

And that’s all it took to stop the pouting and start the heart eyes. Doyoung liked to pretend he was more standoffish than he was, but he was one of the sweetest people that YN knew. He always paid attention to what she said and with the week she’d been having, he must have known how much she needed even something as minor as her favorite bath bomb.

Doyoung had to have seen the way her lips parted to say something, because before she could get all soft on him he was talking.

“You can relax here for a while. But you have about forty-five minutes to get ready. We’re going out, so wear something comfortable and relaxed.”

Then before she could process that he was out of the bathroom.

Part of her wanted to call him back and ask what he meant or give him the small praise she’d been prepared to say, but she knew better than to ask his plans for them. Plus, the moment she looked back at the tub the ache her body felt hit and she wanted nothing more to sit in the scalding water. So, that’s what she did.

The moment she stepped in after stripping her body begged her to leave because of how hot it was, but she merely waited a second for it to adjust at her feet and submerged all but her head. More warning bells went off, but they left her seconds later and she felt herself become one with the water. The smell and feel of the lavender bath bomb melting away her pain almost instantly.

Everything just felt better in a bath where she didn’t have to focus on anything but herself. Not that she really did that since she practically drifted off in there and didn’t snap out of it until the water got a little too cool about thirty minutes later. She felt like a prune, but it was fine because she felt so good.

After she checked the time on the clock in the bathroom she got out, drained the tub, and hopped into the shower so that she could clean herself. From there it was quick work to get skincare done and herself moisturized and dressed.

As she pulled on her second sock Doyoung entered their bedroom looking ready to rush her only to stop when he saw her basically ready. All she needed to do was throw her hair in a ponytail, which was easy enough since she’d gotten faux locs two weeks before and they were lived in enough that she could style them any which way.

With her ready to go she and Doyoung left the house without much of a word to each other. Doyoung seemed in a rush so she didn’t want to slow him down by asking a million questions, however the moment he got them onto the highway she turned to him with a raised brow.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere.”

“Where is somewhere?”

“A place.”

“What kind of place?”

“A place I want to take you.”

“A place where you want to take me to murder me?”

Though he’d maintained a straight face through her little questioning the last question caused him to groan and glare at her. She knew that he wasn’t planning to murder her and that he wanted it to be a surprise, but once she got into the groove of the back and forth it was hard for her to stop herself. That wasn’t new though, so though Doyoung was mildly annoyed with her antics he brushed it off rather easily.

“Keep it up and yes it will be where I murder you,” he mumbled.

That response elicited a laugh from YN, the kind where you threw your head back and smiled too hard. Something that only made Doyoung a little fed up with her, though she swore she saw him smile a little at it.

From there they just enjoyed the ride with a soft pop music playing as they went. YN watched the scenery change from building to forest and then back. And the next thing she knew they were pulling into the smaller parking lot near their favorite spot to relax near the Han River.

The location was a bit shocking, but she went along with it and didn’t pester the poor man anymore. Though that became hard as they got out of the car and he pulled a picnic basket out of the trunk. What they were doing was clear, but still so many questions entered her head that she just didn’t voice.

Once Doyoung had the basket he took hold of her hand and led her out closer to the river. They walked a few minutes before they reached a spot under a tree that they both liked. Thankfully, no one was under it or around the area, so they had a little privacy.

Happy with their spot Doyoung quickly unpacked the basket, swatting away YN’s hands any time she tried to help him out. Though that didn’t fully stop her and eventually he moved so quickly that she didn’t even have the chance to intervene at all.

“Sit,” he said once he finished.

That made YN narrow her eyes and tilt her head at him. For a moment he did the same before sighing and plopping onto the blanket he’d laid out.

“Please sit with me.”

With the rephrasing she plopped down next to him and took in what he’d brought for them to enjoy. It was a mix of all their favorite portable foods. Some sandwiches, kimbap, fruits, drinks, and part of their convenience store snack stash.

“I thought that we could spend the afternoon like this. We haven’t had the time to in a while, so it seemed to be a good idea. Especially before dinner with my sister, tonight” Doyoung said.

Hearing that warmed YN a great deal because it was thoughtful. She hadn’t complained about the lack of time spent together, but it had been something that popped into her mind a time or too. And knowing how Doyoung and his sister got along it was going to be stressful and there definitely need to be some dumping of stress before and after that dinner.

Though he also probably wanted brownie points for later because nine point nine times out of ten Doyoung was the reason things with his sister went awry and YN had to get on his case about it. But she didn’t think about that too long, just leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek before picking up a sandwich to eat.

Doyoung returned the favor and then joined her eating. Neither had had anything all day so they were beyond hungry and scarfed down half of the provisions within minutes. Not that either cared about the slobbish way they ate anyway. Food in their stomachs was the end goal.

Upon finishing their breakfast slash lunch, they both laid back on the blanket and stared at the sky.

“Did you finish that book you were reading?” Doyoung asked.

“Yeah. It was okay.”

“Can I borrow it? Looked like something I’d like.”

“Sure, but you have to let me borrow yours.”

“Mine?”

“Yeah, that one from a few weeks back.”

“Ooh. Yeah, that one was…”

The moment books were mentioned they both kind of spiraled down that path, discussing ones they’d read before and recommending others they thought the other might like.

Overall, it was a pretty chill day but that was all that YN could ever ask for. Sometimes you didn’t need more than company and calm conversation. Sometimes it was the thing that did the most for the soul.

[morganas-pendragons]

Your Hands (I’ll Hold Them Anywhere) | Crosshair

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Fic #3 - this one for the OG kid of mine, @mochiiluna - and my second attempt at writing Crosshair. This is probably shorter then it should be, but I thought a week of fics released during Christmas should be soft. Enjoy! 

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You’re transfixed by his hands. They are not foreign, they’re immersed in the same things that you’ve become so intimately familiar with - worn, calloused hands that are constantly stripping guns or training or fighting.. hands that probably have blood on them despite his soul seeming as if it was once so gentle - and in spite of all of this, you still want to hold them. 

Kriff. 

There’s just something alluring about him. He’s constantly bickering with you and refusing to take care of himself, claiming he doesn’t need tended to by the medic even when he’s nearly bleeding out, constantly looking out for everyone else except himself, using that sharp tongue to draw the attention away from him and to whatever he’s griping about. 

  “What are you staring at?” Crosshair snaps, fingers curled tight around the pieces of his weapon as he cleans it for the fourth time in the last hour and a half. Tech had very kindly asked you to look in on his older brother as he tended to Wrecker who had come very close to being fatally injured on one of their missions. On Crosshairs watch. 

  “You.” 

  “Why? What’s there to look at?” 

Crosshair’s heart is bleeding. You know it is. The entire Batch knows their brother favors you, he hasn’t made it clear but there are things he does that tell the other four that he’s fond of you. This is the first time you diffuse that ticking time bomb he calls a heart - desperately thrumming along inside his chest as his soul struggles to keep up with the rest of his body and his mind - by a very simple act. 

You lay your hand on his own. To your shock, he doesn’t move it. His entire body deflates and sags inward as if that bleeding soul of his is trying to find yours to give him the comfort he needs from his guilt. 

  “Wrecker’s strong. He’ll pull through.” You say softly. You’d be lying if you said the stubble that’s beginning to cover his face didn’t add more attraction to him in general. He’s already an enigma. The facial hair just adds to the appeal of it. “Whatever you do, Cross.. Don’t let the guilt eat away at you.” 

He takes your words to heart as you leave him alone to tend to his weapons. 

The rifle lays in pieces when you find it again that night. 

*** 

#2 

The second time Crosshair touches you - or your hands, more specifically, and the motion is initiated by him instead - is the first time that The Bad Batch insists upon the ‘’necessary training’’ you needed to be able to defend yourself when they weren’t around. 

Maker forbid their medic was injured and Crosshair wasn’t around to protect you. 

  “Slip, take the gun.” Hunter demands, to which you insistently shake your head. They’ve created a makeshift training ground in the clearing where they’ve parked the Havoc Marauder in which you’ve been given one blaster and are tasked with nailing each target in front of you. “Slip.” 

  “Cross!” Wrecker munches on the chicken leg poised in his fingers and motions at Crosshair idly sitting on the ramp with a wave of his hand. “C’mere and show Slip how to use the rifle.” 

Before Crosshair can pick up his sniper rifle, you pounce forward and grab it before his hands can take it, turning back to the clearing and aligning the end of the weapon with your shoulder. 

You exhale a long, slow breath as the elite sniper of Clone Force 99 approaches your form. 

  “We need another long range sniper in this batch, Slip.” Crosshair’s hand wraps around your arm and trails up your bicep, gently easing the tension from your shoulders with calloused fingertips. It’s meant to make your shot less wide. To make your aim perfect. “Easy now. Just let the tension leave your shoulders and take a deep breath. Okay?” 

You exhale slowly through your slightly parted mouth, desperately trying not to focus on how close he is to you and instead on the feeling of the sniper rifle in your arms. 

  “What now, Cross?” You ask, turning your head over your shoulder to look him directly in the eye. 

  “Now you look at your target instead of me,” He teases lightly. You turn your body back in the direction of the firing range and raise the sight to your eye. “Eye your target. Choose the areas in which the shots are the most lethal, which are-” 

  “Major organs. Probably the heart, the head... but that’s not always lethal.” 

  “Good. We’ll cover that more later, but now-” Crosshair begins, raising his hands to fix the position of your elbows and slowly easing himself forward until his body fits perfectly into the curve of your own. “Wrap your finger around the trigger like this.” 

His fingers curl around yours. 

  “Squeeze,” 

Your heart nearly gives out as his thumb traces circles against your hand. 

  “And fire.” 

Your target nails itself right in the center of the heart. 

#3

The third time happens after The Republic falls. Now The Bad Batch’s secondary sniper, you’ve been trained in the art of self defense, hand to hand and weaponry in order to be better suited in protecting yourself. 

Crosshair didn’t count on this being the first time he’d properly fear for both the life of a brother and you. 

  “Let her go.” Weakened by the lack of sleep and an unbridled fury towards the controlled vode who line the sterile and cold room - because it’s always cold on Kamino - Crosshair’s eyes narrow in on the brother who has his arm around your windpipe and a blaster pressed to your head so tightly that your eyes are wide and, for the first time ever, fearful. “I’m not asking you again.” 

Before Tech can realize what’s going on, Crosshair is shouting something to you in Mando’a that’s similar to “evade’’ and your foot is jammed backward and into the most fragile part of the trooper behind you, to which he stumbles backward in a less then graceful manner and is nailed by a tray being launched across the room. 

You collapse to the floor in a heap. You stop breathing for a solid ten seconds as the room fades and the noise becomes mute as you sink into the respite of your own head.

Crosshair. All your thoughts are on Crosshair. Cross, who had taken time and effort to ensure you were safe. The man who had risked his life for you time and time again, who had shown you parts of himself he didn’t dare show anyone else. 

  “You ever wonder what’s out there, after the end? Cause this is it. The end.” 

  “Sometimes.” It’s dark enough outside that the two of you can barely see each other and the sky is blanketed with stars, but Crosshair isn’t looking at them or the sights before him. He’s looking at you. “I think there’s something waiting out there for us. Something better.. or someone better.” He pauses. “Someone who makes this all worth it.”  

The gun scatters across it and is picked up by Wrecker before Crosshair launches himself forward to hoist you off the floor, hands frantically brushing over your body and parting your hair away from your petrified expression to ensure you aren’t injured. 

  “Slip?” 

Your eyes slowly flutter open as his hands, still resting on your face, are joined with your own. “Cross.” You murmur in relief, smiling just before Crosshair can catch your limp form in your arms. 

  “Stay with me, Slip.” He whispers. You’re not even sure he says it, but you can hear the desperation in his voice as Crosshair and the rest of The Bad Batch are sprinting through the sterile halls of Kamino and back to the ship they’d arrived in. Your world spins around you. 

And as always, Crosshair’s hands are there to catch you when you fall. 

  “Cross-” Delirious and shocked, you tilt your head upward to acknowledge the sniper as he gently settles you into his cot. “Will you-Will you follow me anywhere?” 

Crosshair presses his lips together. His hands are still tangled in your hair, thumbs gently moving up and down your temples as he glances over his shoulder to ensure his prone-to-eavesdropping brothers aren’t paying attention to him. He’s not keen on being vulnerable. Not keen on people knowing his heart. 

Except you. 

The sight of those stars flashing behind his eyes, Crosshair decides he has a better nickname for you. 

  “Lun’ika... Take these hands,” He wiggles his fingers for emphasis and leans forward to press a kiss to the furrow in your brow. “And I’ll follow you anywhere.”