#and I was like ohhhh write that down before your slow ass forgets

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: mention of previous abuse, dad Dabi, mom reader, mention of childbirth, angst

new dad touya that doesn’t know how to deal with his son. he’s growing too fast and his smiles are so big, but he’s still not sure how to just be with him.

touya isn’t abusive in the slightest, not like his shit for brains dad. he can acknowledge, after you’ve drilled it into his head on cold nights where you had to hold his quivering cheeks in your hand, that he’s better. that he’s trying. that he’s a great dad.

he doesn’t really believe it. it’s hard to believe that he’s a great dad when his son, still covered in that fresh newborn smell, stares up at him with matching azure blue eyes, the little shit, and he finds it hard to smile back. it’d be easier to smile back if he could guarantee a life with no trauma, with the perfect pair of parents, that he’d love him as much as his tiny little face deserved.

touya can still hear the labor and delivery nurse tell him that he must’ve gotten on your nerves for the baby to look so much like him, and that they’ve never seen a baby that fresh out the womb smile so big at their dad. he hands the little bundle back to you, and glares at the nurse who hands him a tissue. he takes it anyway.

touya loves his son. so goddamn much that it hurts, but, he doesn’t know how to be a dad. and he knows that you don’t know how to be a mom either, that it’s a learning process for the both of you. but he’s so scared—he’s terrified that he’ll fuck up this innocent brat with his ruin. with his scars and history and the want to better but never knowing how to just be.

so he leaves. it’s the day after your sons first birthday that you celebrated together in your home.

you thought everything was okay, that he was starting to get the hang of being a dad. he did everything right, why couldn’t he stay? he sat on the floor with your son and changed his diaper and made him giggle those addicting baby giggles? he carried your son everywhere whenever he cried after being sat down without a single complaint? he helped him open his birthday presents? he didn’t smash the cake in his face, only swiped a little icing on his sons nose to hear that addicting baby giggle? he held your son like he could never let him go?

how could he just go like this? you thought he was finally learning and accepting how to be a dad? what happened?

[sageinacage]

ok so fic idea uh. this clip but its ranboo teasing tubbo while chat cant hear <3

summary: tubbo’s OBS wasn’t picking up ranboo, so ranboo decided to have some fun with his friend a/n: there actually isn’t any tickling in this fic, it’s just ranboo being a teasy lil cockroach AHFJKSJH but also pt 2 of me loving the concept of them being in the t-community bc its wholesome  warnings: swearing w/c: 1.1k

IRL

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Streaming with Ranboo was always fun; Tubbo and Ranboo loved to stream together and just mess around, having fun.

Though, those two loved to play with each other. A lot. Whenever one of them had the chance to playfully mock or bully the other, they took it. Now, Tubbo was having technical difficulties. His OBS wasn’t properly connected to his Discord audio, so no one could hear Ranboo.

Ranboo being Ranboo, had to take this to his advantage and mess with his best friend a little bit. What kind of a friend would he be if he didn’t?!

“They can’t hear you- but I can hear you now. So just-”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“...Sit your ass down for a second, I’m trying to fix things.”

Tubbo explained to Ranboo, choosing to ignore his friend’s obvious teasy tone. Ranboo chuckled softly into his mic, causing butterflies to erupt in Tubbo’s stomach as he shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling, as he was on stream.

“Now now, don’t be mean, Tubbo. You don’t want me to make things worse, do you now? Now hurry up and fix the audio before I ‘accidentally’ make you curl up on camera.” Ranboo asked, a smirk evident in his voice. “Give me a break, okay? I-I’m working on it!” He urged, clicking away on his keyboard.

“I am so going to abuse this, you aren’t even ready.” His friend laughed, enjoying the situation he was in, leaning back in his chair. “What do you mean you’re gonna abuse this?!” Tubbo nervously questioned, trying to make it seem like whatever Ranboo was doing wasn’t going to happen.

“I think you know, Tubs. You know how bad I’m going to tease you, you’ll be blushing your lil’ head off and giggling your heart out. Hmmm? Trying to hide your reactions, I see?” Ranboo continued leaning in closer to the mic just so he can softly chortle in it, knowing that it makes Tubbo flustered. “Why would you say th-that?! Stop!” He smiled to himself, looking away from the screen to compose himself.

“Say what? What did I say now?”

“Dude… shut up!” Tubbo complained, a few giggles escaping and a big smile still pulling at his lips. “Why should I? You seem to be happy! Hmmm? What’s wrong?” Ranboo spoke softly, laughing at Tubbo’s stuttering. “Y- stop! Please!” He whined, desperately trying to fix the audio so he didn’t break on stream.

“Thanks for the suggestion, but no. I think I wanna see you break.” He chuckled, softly cooing into his microphone at the slow blush growing on Tubbo’s cheeks. “Ssss-cease! A-Actually shuhut up!” The boy giggled out, trying to sound as angry as possible, but they both knew Tubbo was having fun.

“But why, Tubbo? I know how much you love this- how much you love to be teased and put into a little ticklish, giggly, and flustered pile. Don’tcha? Don’t lie to me, now!” Ranboo continued his relentless teasing, his friend shaking his head and beginning to chant out a bunch of ‘stop’s.

“You never said no, tickle bug.”

“I will write a twit longer!” Tubbo playfully threatened, an exaggerated gasp emitting from Ranboo. “That’s not very nice, maybe I should tell you what will happen to big bullies.” He threatened, cackling at Tubbo stuttering over his words.

“Okay, I’m about to add you to OBS so you better stop this!” Tubbo announced, Ranboo sighing. “I guess I’ll just have to continue my fun after the stream, yeah?”

Tubbo grumbled, adding him to the audio and taking a drink of water. “Did you like what I said while they couldn’t hear me?” Ranboo started, “‘cause I liked saying it, it was fun.”

This was going to be a long stream.

It was a few hours later until the stream finally ended, Ranboo forgetting what happened earlier but butterflies continuing to grow in Tubbo’s stomach the more he thought about it. “So, what was that?!” Tubbo exclaimed in mock-anger, Ranboo furrowing his eyebrow.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“The… the OBS thing…”

“Ohhhh, yeah! That was so fun.” Ranboo chuckled to himself, Tubbo whining something. “Didn’t you say y-you were gonna… y’know… c-continue?” He muttered, the other audibly cooing at him.

“I’d love to, I can’t get enough of your giggles and lil’ noises anyways,” Ranboo explained, noticing Tubbo’s camera was still on as he saw him curl up on himself in his chair. “Awww, don’t curl up on me now, I wanna see your smile!” He jokingly whined, smiling to himself at Tubbo shaking his head.

A muffled ‘no!’ emitted from the curled up boy, Ranboo just ‘awww’ing at him. “Why not? Are you flustered? Are you flustered because you can feel my fingers dragging up your sides, hmmm? Do you feel the phantom tickles?” He continued to tease, his ‘victim’ crossing his arms over his face, but the blush was visible on his ears.

“Shuhut u-uhup, you ahass!” Tubbo grumbled, peeking up at his screen to see Ranboo wiggling his fingers, quickly curling back in again like a hedgehog. “What? What’s wrong, Tubbo? I was just stretching my fingers!” He lied, giggling as his friend grumbled something and tried to insult him.

“Don’t be a bully Tubbo, you’ll make me cry! You don’t want to make the tickle monster upset now, do you?” Ranboo threatened playfully, the other shaking his head. “Yohou are nohot… thahat! Yohou lee!” He decided it was somehow a good idea to provoke even more, smiling to himself as he heard the evil chuckle emit from his friend.

“I’m the lee? Says the one curled up on his chair, a perfect meal for the tickle monster? Oh, how bad I want to scoop you up and nibble all over your ribs, Tubbo!” He exclaimed, giggling softly. “Or what if I were to go for your thighs, I know how much of a sweet spot that is for you. Hey, don’t whine at me- I know you’d love it if I just raked my nails up and down the backsides of them!” He continued, high pitched giggles filled with hiccups escaping from Tubbo.

“SHUHUT UP! Yohou suhuhuck!” He complained, rubbing his belly to try to get rid of all the ticklish butterflies and phantom tingles. “Awww, are you getting butterflies? I’m glad!” Ranboo snickered, a huge grin painting his face which Tubbo just grumbled at.

“I’ll kihihill yohou…”

“Oh?”

Long story short, this was going to be a long night.

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

Bottoms up! (SMUT)

So basically me and @kulaykape had a bet going on about who could write the best Ina x mc smut where Ina is one hell of a bottom and well I tried :)

@citybornchick @thedaft1 @astrangeandunusualgirl @domakir

Have fun!

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Ina was just coming home from work. She's been having a long day at work. Lot's of conversations with colleagues, students and a lot of discussions. She loved her job, but she was getting tired of always bossing her students around about papers and tests. For once she just wanted to be told what to do.

Luckily, her girlfriend Bella, the one Ina has been in a relationship with for almost two years, can read Ina like a book. She knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it and how she wants it. From earlier texts Bella noticed something off with Ina.

One of Ina's texts told Bella that she misses the time where she was a student and didn't have to tell anyone what to do and that she actually misses the things like getting deadlines, being put in her place and all that stuff.

Ina: Bella, I will be home around 8pm. There are a lot of things going on at work and unfortunately I must finish a lot of things and tell some students what they must learn and do to succeed the next assignment before being able to go home. I am sorry. I do miss when times were simpler, where I was the one getting the deadlines and being told to do something, instead of saying so myself. Growing up truly is dissapointing.

So Bella got an idea. When Ina was at work, she went to the sex shop and bought two new toys they didn't already have and bought a sexy leather outfit for herself to wear. She made sure everything was ready in the livingroom and bedroom and got into her outfit.

Then Ina came home.

The living room was dark, with only a few candles lit and the lights were low red, thanks to the new app Bella had installed on her phone where she can change the colors of the lamps. And the music Ina heard was, well, kind of sexy? Ina couldn't really tell, her mind was still toasted of having to boss people around.

Then Ina's sight suddenly went dark. "Here's what's going to happen. You're gonna undress yourself like a good little girl, get on your knees and wait for further instructions." When Ina's sight was back, she was alone again. So Ina did what she was being told to do, with a smile on her face. Once she was completely naked and put all her stuff away, she got on her knees. Again, a blindfold was being placed on her eyes. "Good girl. Now, here's what's going to happen tonight. I'm feeling quite generous, and I'm feeling like using my new toys on you. From now on, you'll call me Ms. Fiennes. If you disobey me in any way, there will be a punishment for it. You will not ask anything unless I tell you to. I make the rules tonight. Do you understand?" "I-- yes, ms. Fiennes, I understand." Ina was loving this and was already so into this. "Good. For now, the blindfold will stay on. Don't hold back on any sounds." "...Yes ms. Fiennes"

Bella pushed Ina onto her fours, so she was facing Bella in doggy style position. Even though Ina was blindfolded, she could hear the sound of something humming near her. "Now, my little pet, I'm going to be using my first toy on you." The toy in question was a vibrator with a clitoris stimulator on top of it. "Please, ms. Fiennes, I'm yours." "Exactly what I wanted to hear." And with that she places the toy on top of Ina's back. Goosebumps were immediately showing on Ina's skin. She moves the toy in a torulously slow line down Ina's back to the place where she needed her the most. "Now, you don't think I'm just gonna give you the pleasure without getting anything out of it? No, no. I want to hear you beg for it." Bella said, as she moved the toy just above where Ina wants her desperately. "Please, ms. Fiennes. Please take me hard. I'll do anything you want. Just please, please-- ohhhhh..!" With that, Bella started to move the toy around Ina's clit. Ina was tantalised by the way Bella was working against her. "Say it. Tell me what you want", she wispered in Ina's ear. "I want you to be inside of me, ms. Fiennes" and with that, Bella made the toy slide into Ina, careful to place the clitorisstimulator just right. "Ohhhh- I-I... please, ms. Fiennes, please move against me" so she did. She slid the toy in and out of Ina, each stroke harder then the last one, until all she could hear were Ina's moans. "Now, I want you to come for me, like the dirty little girl you are" "I-I'm close, fuck I'm so close, I- I- ohhhhh fuck!" And with that, Ina was going through her first orgasm of the night. The combination of the vibrator sliding in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit made Ina see stars she never saw before.

"So, my little plaything. How did that feel?" Bella asked as she licked some of Ina's arousal off her fingers. Ina was completely flustered. "That felt amazing, ms. Fiennes. Please let me return the favor" Ina wanted to repay Bella for treating her with a night like this. "I make the rules, I tell you what to do. Stand up." So she did, and Bella took her blindfold off. Before her was standing Bella, with dark eyeliner on, a black lace bra, a leather skirt and long black heels. A true sex goddess. "Now, I want you to walk to the kitchen island and bend over it" Ina obeyed, and bend over for Bella. "Now, I'm going to taste you, do not hold back on the sounds" "yes, ms. Fie- ohh!" Bella dove in, sliding her wet tongue through Ina's even wetter slit. "You taste amazing" and with that she introduced two fingers inside of Ina. "Ohhmygod, that feels- you are- mmhhhh" Ina was having a hard time finding the words about what Bella was doing to her. Bella's eyes landed on something standing on the kitchen counter. "Do you see that fruitbowl over there? I want you to give me a piece of fruit." So Ina did. She grabbed the first piece she could get, a smooth pear, with a slim top and a round bottom. "Good girl. Sweet and juicy, just like you." She said, as she was pressing the pear onto Ina's clit. "Ohh.. what are you doing down there?" "That's for me to know, and for you to never find out." And with that, she slided the slim half of the pear inside Ina and gently swirled it around. Bella would have never imaginer using a pear like this would be this good. "Ohh God, that is just.... ohhh" Bella noticed Ina's left leg started to tremble so she pushed her further by licking at her clit. As she was licking her clit, she was enjoying the taste she and only she would get to taste from now on. She tastes perfect, and Bella is officially addicted to the taste of Ina Kingsley. "Please, ms. Fiennes, may I come?" And with that, Bella made Ina come again.

Bella took the pear out of Ina and stood up so she was standing behind Ina. "Now open up..." she wispered in Ina's ear. Ina's mouth opened, and she took a bite out of the pear that was inside her moments ago. She gently pushed the pear in Ina's mouth as her other hand started to caress her breasts and slightly pinch her nipples. "How does it taste?" "Very, very good, ms. Fiennes" "that's mostly the taste of what I'm doing to you, my little pet." "I taste sweet." "That's why you're my favorite flavor" *wink*

"Now, down on your knees" Bella sad as she was lifting her skirt up, only to reveal no underwear underneath it. "You didn't think you'd get all the pleasure, now did you?" Bella grasped Ina's hair. "Beg for it." "Please let me lick your pussy, I need to taste it. It's the only thing I'll ever need." And with that, Bella moved Ina's head exactly as she wanted her, and let her amaze her with her tongue. "Mm.. you feel incredible" and she pulled her head up to make her look her in the eyes. "You are mine, after tonight you are officially mine. Don't you ever forget that." "I won't, ms. Fiennes, I'm forever yours." "Now that' a good girl"

"Please, ms. Fiennes, can I come? I want to come desperately." Bella stopped stroking Ina with her hand from behind. "Now, my little pet, what did I say about asking? Didn't I warn you that you'd be punished for misbehaving?" Ina went silent for a while before answering. "You did, ms. Fiennes." "I am a woman of my word. Get over here." She sat down in their livingroom chair and pointed at her lap, letting Ina know to go and bend over her knee. So she quickly hurried to Bella. "I'm going to spank you five times. You're going to count with me. Understood?" When she didn't reply she squeezed her ass firmly. "Understood?" "Ohh- yes, ms. Fiennes." "Good girl" and she gave her the first slap. "Ohhh- one..." the second slap "nnhhhh... two" "I want to hear you louder." Another slap. "Ohhmy... t-THREE" Bella was smirking at her self. She slapped her for the fourth time. "Ahhhh... FOUR" and then finally the last slap. "FIVE! ooohh...." "now there's a sight to remember" Bella said as she started to play with Ina's behind. Ina was surprised at finding out how erotic she found this. Bella moved her hand furthur, starting to finger her. "Ooohhh shoot.." Ina moaned softly. "Look at you, all hot and bothered... lying in my lap.. desperate to cum" Bella said, and with that, she let Ina fall over the edge. "Ohhh shit, shit, shit my go- ooooohhh yes!"

Ina was an utter and complete mess when Bella made her climax time after time. Bella took her in every position, and clearly doggystyle was one of their favorites yet. As Bella was pounding into Ina with a new strap-on she bought, Ina was moaning and squirming uncontrollably. Bella grasped Ina's hair and pulled her close. "Who do you belong to? Who's body is this? Who's pussy? Tell me now" Ina was bucking her hips into Bella's. "You, ms. Fiennes, only you." Come for me, let me hear what I'm doing to you" "oooohhh... I'm going to.. I'm about to-- ohhhhhhhh my god, yes, yes oh fuck!" Ina's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was feeling yet another climax, each one seeming to feel more amazing then the last.

Many, many rounds later, they collaped on their bed together. Bella lies on her side next to Ina with her hand placed on Ina's stomach while Ina still tries to catch her breath. "So, how was that for you?" "It was amazing, ms. Fiennes" Bella chuckles. "You know you can call me Bella now, right?" "I know, I'm sorry, I guess my mind is still in a different galaxy. Seriously, babe, you made me see and feel things I've never seen or felt before." Bella starts stroking Ina's hair. "Well, I noticed you were down from your text earlier, and I made a judgement call and thought this would be what you would like and need the most" "I really did, thank you, sweetheart" Bella kisses the top of her head. "Don't ever thank me for that. It was my pleasure, trust me." Ina nuzzles her head in the crook of Bella's neck. "I think I might be a bit sore tomorrow" Ina says and Bella starts blushing slightly. "Was it too much?" "Never. Just be prepared to get payback any day now. Be prepared." Bella pecks Ina on the lips. "For you, my dear, I am always prepared." She gives Ina one last kiss. "I love you" "I love you more" "not possible. Now get over here." They settle into each other arms and fall into a deep sleep together, both having a smile on their face as they dreamt about many more future moments like this to come.

The end

[harrywavycurly]

Interview with the Horans!

This is a compilation of questions I’ve received for Niall and Delilah to answer and I did it as if they were sitting down doing an interview, I hope you enjoy and that it helps give you an insight into the lives of the Horans! If you have no clue what I’m talking about Niall and Delilah are from my Insta Story you can find here! 

Q: How did you two meet?

Niall: At an after party of a sports event I believe? She’s gonna kill me if I got it wrong. 

Delilah: Really? An after party? You’re so annoying. We met at a sports event that I didn’t want to go too but my friend Phoebe dragged me to it and I ran into Niall at the bar it was all super casual.

Niall: Ya sure, if ya call her almost knockin me over ta order a bloody drink casual. 

Q: How did you ask Delilah to be your girlfriend? 

Niall: Oh god uh I jus sat her down and asked her if she wanted to be exclusive an she laughed at me cos she was like “who the hell uses the term exclusive? you’re such an old man” dat was probably after we had been on like four or so dates. I jus enjoyed bein round her. 

Delilah: It was super cute, he gets all blushy and adorable. He was nervous and I have no clue as to why, he had already asked to share my calendar with him to see what dates work for us and everything. Like that’s a pretty big deal. 

Q: What’s a normal day in the life like for the Horans?

Niall: nine times outta ten shes up before me, she was like dat even before the girls. She can stay awake till six in da bloody mornin and be up at eight ready to rock n roll. S’a bit disturbin, but our days when M’not on tour are very like every other married couples... jus wit a set of twins.

Delilah: We go on a walk in the mornings, we’ve been doing that ever since I was pregnant, and while on the walk is when we lay out the game plan for the day. So if he has any meetings or anything he’ll tell me so I can plan my day around it. So like yesterday he had a photo shoot for something-

Niall: Cos m’a model now. Just so ya know.

Delilah: Right...so anyway he had his model thing so the girls and I brought him lunch and he was home at a decent time to help with their bedtime routine.

Niall: I feel like we are pretty normal ta be honest like we don’t do a lot of extravagant shit.

Delilah: Not anymore no.

Niall: We were never like jet settin on tons of trips and stuff we’ve always kinda just went from New York to California. We like ta lay low.

Delilah: As low as a former member of one of the largest boy bands in the world can lay....he forgets who he is sometimes. But yes we do kinda just stick to the two places and don’t go out much unless it’s to dinner because I like to eat out a lot. It’s a problem that I’m working on. Oh and Niall likes to go to parties without me but that’s not typically part of a normal day in the life of us.

Niall: M’not even gonna go der wit you.

Q: Speaking of parties, Delilah it’s pretty obvious you don’t like being left at home while Niall goes and has fun.

Delilah: Yeah he’s an asshole. He met Post Malone while I was at home trying to get comfy with my damn pregnancy pillow! And him and Shawn just are super annoying when they get drunk together. But I don’t mind him having his bro time and going out without me, I just like being dramatic.

Niall: Yeah m’da worst at like tryin ta plan parties and invitin her cos half the time they are so last minute and I know she does not do last minute.

Delilah: No I need at least four hours to prepare myself to be around people and to like get dressed and all that not so fun stuff. 

Q: Who said I love you first?

Niall: She did. During an argument matter of fact, it was pretty memorable. 

Delilah: I said it during a moment of passion Niall James not a full blown argument. it was like a “God why do I have to love you so much?” Don’t make it sound so dramatic. 

Niall: M’pretty sure yelling it in the middle of a “passionate argument” is the same as jus sayin it in an argument babe but okay. 

Delilah: It’s totally different, you’re just a dumb boy you wouldn't understand.

Q: Rumor has it you two broke up briefly while Niall was on tour just after releasing Flicker. Is that true? 

Delilah: Yes it’s true. Couples take breaks. Look at Ross and Rachel, it worked out fine for them. 

Niall: Really ya gonna bring Ross and Rachel into dis? They suffered fo a few years before actually bein happy...

Delilah: I mean are you upset that I forgave you too soon? 

Q: Why did you two break up?

Delilah: Yeah Niall why did we break up? 

Niall: Yer such an arse. Uhhh can we skip dis one? We’re allowed like one skip right? 

Delilah: Nope. The people want to know and you always say you’re a man of the people. 

Niall: I cheated. Next question please. 

Q: What songs on Flicker are about Delilah?

Niall: None of em. 

Delilah: Did you hear that world? I was not the muse for that sad ass album so stop blaming me for breaking this man’s heart. 

Niall: Slow hands is bout her I guess, it was written after a date wit her to a bar so yeah, slow hands s’bout her. 

Delilah: I'll allow that one. 

Niall: Oh and So Long. But that’s not on the album so...but most of the songs I didn’t necessarily write wit anyone in mind more of an emotion I wanted ta get across. 

Q: When the two of you were dating who was the best at keeping in touch with the other?

Niall: She was at first then I’d say it was pretty even once we got a bit mo serious. We always had a good long chat at the end of each day tho no matter if we only exchanged two texts throughout the day.

Delilah: In the beginning I was just nosey and wanted to know what he was doing all the time. Then I realized he legit is either in the studio or he’s playing golf or at some sort of event. We still do the phone call each night when he’s away. 

Q: What’s something you love about each other? 

Niall: Easy! Her love of life, she is someone that ya jus wanna be around cos she will make ya smile and makes ya ten times happier jus being in the same room as her. 

Delilah: Awe you’re so sweet! I honestly love the fact Niall will never tell you anything just because he knows you want to hear it, he doesn’t sugar coat things and I know that sounds odd to like love that about someone but it’s just refreshing. I love knowing that if I ask him for his opinion it's going to be 100% honest and how he truly feels and sometimes it makes me want to smack him but mostly I just appreciate what he has to say. 

Niall: Oh an I love her laugh. 

Delilah: Niall also has a very nice ass so you can put that down as something I love as well. 

Niall: Delilah Grace...m’not arguing though.

Q: So Niall this is mainly for you, how has it been dealing with how often Delilah posts about your private life since normally you like to keep that to yourself.

Delilah: Ohhhh good question!

Niall: I don’t mind it really, s’not like she posts pics of me doin anythin scandalous. I think she shows another side ta me dat the fans enjoy, it shows them dat I’m like I always say, a normal guy wit jus an abnormal job. Also her captions are jus...somethin else she has such a way wit words.

Delilah: He laughs so hard at the photos I post of him looking annoyed. He loves those the best.

Niall: I’d also say she’s da reason my posts have gotten a bit more personal. She’s helped me realize dat my Instagram an twitter doesn’t have ta jus be all Niall Horan the musician. The fans and everyone wanna jus get ta know me.

Delilah: You’re welcome world.

Q: So you two have been married for almost a year now right? What’s been the best part of being married?

Delilah: I get lots of free stuff, it’s pretty freakin great if I’m being honest. 

Niall: Ignore her, yes we’ve been married almost a year now, hard ta believe s’only been a year. 

Delilah: I mean having the girls seemed to take up a big part of the year so I’d honestly say the best part of being married so far is just knowing he’s fully mine now and I get to be in his life forever. Sounds lame when I say it out loud.

Niall: I think the best part is jus knowin that she’s there. Like she always has my back on anythin an bein able to point to her an be like “oh dats my wife.” I enjoy that quite a lot if m’bein totally honest wit ya. 

Q: So the twins they are adorable by the way, what was your initial reaction when you found out you were having twins?

Niall: I absolutely almost shit myself it took me completely off guard.

Delilah: Same! But really I was kinda hoping I was having twins because lord was I getting huge kinda faster than I had anticipated.

Niall: It’s also in the long run good cos we only wanted two so like boom! One an done is what they say right?

Delilah: No one says that about kids you weirdo.

Niall: S’for sure a thing people say even bout kids. 

Q: Who takes care of the kids more?

Delilah: Me, just because Niall has a job while I stay home all day in my sweatpants eating.

Niall: Obviously it’s Delilah, she is an actual angel fo everythin she does for the girls and myself even. An jus fo the record she doesn’t wear sweatpants all day, she eventually puts like dem leggin type pants on.

Delilah: Thanks honey. 

Q: So Delilah what would you do if you came home to Niall asleep on the couch when he’s supposed to be watching the girls?

Delilah: It depends. If the girls are also asleep I’d probably cry at how cute they all look passed out.

Niall: Dey are way cuter dan me when they’re alseep.

Delilah: But if he’s asleep and they aren’t...oh hell will be raised in the Horan house. I’d probably smack him with a throw pillow and never let him live that moment down. Like even Shawn hasn’t fallen asleep while watching the girls yet and he’s only watched them after they are asleep so Niall and I can go have dinner alone. 

Q: So is Shawn The Godfather?

Niall: Did he tell you to ask dat?

Delilah: He’s one of them yes.

Niall: We have two godfathers and two godmothers.

Delilah: We are just extra like that, don’t even ask why. 

Q: Last question, how have you handled the fans response towards your relationship? The overall response seems to be everyone pretty much adore the two of you.

Niall: Oh it’s been great really, only a few people here an there have some shitty remark ta say but it’s always something stupid.

Delilah: I think after the first two years it just switched and it’s been for the most part pretty nice. I think at first the fans just didn’t know how serious this was going to be and everyone legit loves Niall so they wanted to make sure I was worthy of him. But I mean we’ve been together for so long now that they’ve fully accepted me.

Niall: Dey have realized she’s not goin anywhere. I mean she met me when I was still in One Direction like jus before the hiatus so she’s been through a lot wit me and the fans love er.

Delilah: Diall till death.

Niall: Oh yeah dats our Uh..what they call it? Ship name? Diall!

[kawaiikichi]

Feverish (BKDK)

Would we look at that, I’m back with yet another BKDK one-shot. This actually was inspired by a suggestion that someone gave when they commented on Senpai on AO3 where they cosplayed as either doctor and nurse or doctor and patient and that just got my mind racing with so many possibilities that I had to write it. I decided to go with Katsuki having the role of the doctor and Izuku having the role of the patient.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Feverish

Summary: When Izuku falls sick one day, it’s up to Katsuki to tend to him. Things take a turn when Izuku suddenly jumps him.

One-Shot Notes: Takes place in the same universe as Senpai (this is kinda a sequel to Senpai); Izuku is 23 and Katsuki is 24; 38.9 degrees Celsius is 102 degrees Fahrenheit and 38.5 degrees Celsius is approximately 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit

Warning: NSFW content; read at your own risk!

One-shot is under the cut!

Katsuki nearly choked on his rice late that night. He rose his head up from the bowl to stare at his boyfriend in bewilderment.

“You want me to what?” he asked, wondering if he heard him right.

“Well...I was thinking that maybe if I happen to get sick, then you could dress up in that doctor cosplay I bought and you can tend to me...” Izuku trailed off.

“What kinda crazy idea is that?” Katsuki asked.

“I was thinking about when we dressed up in those school clothes Kirishima bought for your birthday and I had fun role-playing.” Izuku explained.

“So, you want me to fuck you while wearing a doctor outfit.” Katsuki stated.

“N-No! I never said that!” Izuku exclaimed, his cheeks turning red as Katsuki chuckled.

“You’ve got one pretty dirty mind sometimes, Deku.” he commented.

“I said that’s not it!” Izuku twiddled with his thumbs. “It’s just...I think it would be nice to do the role-playing without sex...” he trailed off.

Katsuki eyed Izuku.

“Is that so...” he trailed off.

Izuku bit his lip as he looked at Katsuki, whose red eyes seemed to bore into his soul. After a couple of minutes, Katsuki sighed.

“I’ll think about it.” he said.

“You will?” Izuku asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Just so you know, I said I’m going to think about it! That doesn’t mean I’ll agree to it!” Katsuki barked out.

“I know that, Kacchan.” Izuku said.

“You better!” Katsuki snapped as he resumed shoveling rice into his mouth.

Izuku picked up his chopsticks and resumed eating, watching Katsuki.

I hope he’ll say yes, he thought to himself.

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“So...your temperature is 38.9 Celsius.” Katsuki frowned down at Izuku, who laid in their bed all wrapped up in blankets. “You have a fucking high fever, Deku.” he bit out.

“I know I do...” Izuku trailed off.

Izuku coughed as Katsuki groaned.

“Damn that punk and his Quirk...it’s harmless and all, but this is very troublesome.” he stated.

He set the thermometer down on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna call the agency and tell them that neither of us are coming in to work today.” he said.

“Huh?” Izuku stared at Katsuki with wide eyes. “But Kacchan, aren’t you needed for an important mission—“ he sat up abruptly only for his vision to spin.

“Oi, Deku, lay down.” Katsuki pushed Izuku back into the bed. “And fuck that mission. I’m not leaving you alone with such a high fever.” he told her.

“But it’s important...I can just call Uraraka and tell her to come over, she’s free today—“

“Don’t you dare call Round Face. I’m the only one who should be taking care of you, got that?” Katsuki said.

“I...” Izuku sighed. “Alright...” he mumbled.

“Good.” he pushed Izuku’s hair back and kissed his forehead. “Now, get some rest.” he told him.

“Mmmkay.” Izuku hummed in response.

Katsuki pulled away and headed out of the room. The last thing Izuku saw was Katsuki’s retreating back before his eyes slid shut.

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Izuku woke to the feeling of something cold being placed on his forehead. He groaned, eyes slowly opening.

“Ka...cchan...?” he murmured.

His vision focused and the first thing that caught his eye was a pristine white coat. He looked to see Katsuki, who had on navy blue scrubs in addition to the white coat.

Red eyes peered down at him.

“That’s Doctor Katsuki to you, troublesome patient.” he stated.

Izuku blinked his eyes twice in confusion.

“Doctor...?” he wondered out loud.

“Damn right, I am.” Katsuki leaned in, his lips brushing against Izuku’s ear. “Is the fever making you so delirious that you’ve forgotten what you brought up during dinner two weeks ago?” he asked.

Izuku’s eyes widened as he recalled their conversation during dinner two weeks ago.

Oh my god, he actually decided to go through with it, he thought to himself.

“I see...well, Doctor? What is my condition like now?” he asked.

“Hm, I wonder...” Katsuki trailed off.

Izuku jolted at the feeling of Katsuki’s breath hitting his ear. Katsuki pulled away and reached for the thermometer. Izuku slowly sat up, the cloth sliding off his forehead as the blond spoke.

“Let’s check your temperature and then we’ll see what your condition is like.” he said.

He placed the thermometer in Izuku’s mouth, staring at him intently. Izuku’s heart began to race at Katsuki’s intense gaze.

His gaze...it’s making my heart race, he thought to himself.

His heart continued to race as he felt something restraining against his boxers.

What is that, he asked himself.

Before Izuku could investigate, the thermometer beeped. Katsuki pulled the thermometer out of his mouth and looked at it.

“38.5 degrees Celsius. It’s still a little high...” he murmured.

As Katsuki stood, Izuku peeked under the covers. He gawked upon seeing the tent that formed in his pajama pants.

I’m hard?! Seriously?! How can that be, he asked himself.

He bit his lip, his imagination running wild. He imagined Katsuki pinning him down onto the bed, grunting above him as he thrusted his cock in and out of him—

The tips of his ears burned as his erection strained even more against his boxers.

Dammit, he thought to himself.

“First, you need something to eat. I made porridge for you, so you can eat that before taking your medication. I’ll go and get that for you.” Katsuki explained.

As he turned to leave, Izuku grabbed for his wrist.

“Wait, Doctor.” he said.

“Yes, Deku?” Katsuki answered, turning to look at him.

“Doctor...” Izuku murmured.

He pulled Katsuki closer, his hand moving to cup Katsuki’s cheek. The blond stared at him in mild surprise.

“What’s up—“ he was cut off by Izuku’s lips covering his own.

Katsuki stiffened, not sure how to respond. Izuku pressed harder, urging for Katsuki to kiss back. Before he could, Izuku pulled away.

“Doctor...” Izuku pulled Katsuki onto the bed, the blond straddling him. “Kacchan, I need you...” he murmured.

He kicked the sheets off and took Katsuki’s hand, leading it down to his clothed erection.

“Kacchan...” he whispered.

“Fucking hell, Deku. We can’t do this. You’re sick and I could get sick as well if we have sex.” Katsuki told him.

“Has that ever stopped you before?” Izuku asked.

He stroked Katsuki’s cheek as the blond stared down, realization hitting him.

Shit, he’s right, he thought to himself.

“Fuck, you’re right. You know that pretty well, Deku.” Katsuki said.

“I do. So, Doctor.” a seductive twinkle appeared in Izuku’s eyes. “Will you cure me of my fever?” Izuku asked.

“Of course I fucking will. You better keep your eyes wide open because I’ll get rid of that fever in an instant.” Katsuki replied before mashing their lips together in a rough kiss.

Izuku moaned against Katsuki’s mouth as their lips moved and melded together. As they continued to kiss, Katsuki’s hand dipped under Izuku’s shirt and tweaked with one of his nipples. Izuku moaned again, giving Katsuki the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. The inside of his mouth was much hotter than usual, which was expected of someone with a relatively high fever. Their tongues danced together as Katsuki groaned into Izuku’s mouth.

Katsuki withdrew from the kiss and began to attack Izuku’s neck, littering it with bite marks and hickies. Izuku moaned, bucking his hips upward to meet Katsuki’s.

“Oh, Doctor...” he gripped the sheets tightly as Katsuki ventured lower, licking at the sweat on his skin. 

He pulling Izuku’s shirt over his head and resumed licking down to Izuku’s left nipple. He swirled his tongue around it before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it roughly. Izuku’s back arched, a cry falling from his lips. His head rolled back into the pillow as Katsuki used his other hand to push down Izuku’s pajama pants and boxers, his cock springing free. He took it into his hand, proceeding to pump him in teasingly slow strokes.

“Ohhhh...shit, Doctor...move your hand a little faster...” Izuku moaned out.

“You ordering me around now, Deku? Hm?” Katsuki answered, moving his hand faster.

Izuku moaned as Katsuki swapped nipples, sucking roughly on his right nipple.

“Mmmm, Doctor...I’m going to cum...” he breathed out.

Katsuki pulled away from his nipple, staring into Izuku’s eyes.

“Then, cum for me.” he said.

He leaned back in and captured Izuku’s lips in a kiss. Their lips moved against one another, Izuku moaning as he came. His body trembled under Katsuki as streams of white coated his stomach along with Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki withdrew from the kiss, watching how red Izuku’s cheeks were.

“Damn, you came fast. Were you that excited, Deku?” he asked.

“I can’t help it...your hand felt so good around me that I came, Doctor...” Izuku trailed off.

“That’s because this doctor’s got magic hands. Don’t you forget that.” Katsuki told him.

Izuku laughed as Katsuki moved down to lick up the cum from Izuku’s stomach. He swallowed, making sure that Izuku was watching him the entire time.

“You taste so good.” he said, peppering Izuku’s inner thigh with kisses.

He marked a hickey there before ushering Izuku to get on all fours and face the headboard. Katsuki planted butterfly kisses along his spine, nipping at his back occasionally before biting Izuku’s left ass cheek. Izuku yelped in surprise, grabbing for the pillow. Katsuki chuckled as he kissed the bite mark.

“Relax, it’s just a bite mark.” he told him.

He licked the cleft in his ass before parting his cheeks, revealing his puckered entrance.

“Your cum tastes good and all, but I bet you taste even better here.” Katsuki said before beginning to circle his tongue around Izuku’s entrance.

Izuku let out a surprised squeak.

“D-Doctor! That...That’s dirty!” he exclaimed.

“Oh, stop that. This is nothing compared to some of the other things we’ve done.” Katsuki said.

Izuku blushed as Katsuki continued to lick his entrance. Then, he began to push his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. A gasp fell from Izuku’s lips.

Kacchan...his tongue is inside of me, he thought to himself.

He whimpered, his body twitching as Katsuki’s tongue moved around inside of him. He gripped the pillow tighter as a moan fell from his lips.

“Doctor...oh my god, that feels so good...” he moaned again as Katsuki began to thrust his tongue in and out.

Katsuki pulled his tongue out and delivered one last lick to his entrance before withdrawing. He reached for the bottle of lube that was in the nightstand and he coated his fingers in it before bringing it to Izuku’s entrance. He circled it with his index finger before pushing it in along with his middle finger.

“Nnn!” Izuku groaned, his breath hitting the pillow as Katsuki thrusted his fingers in and out of him with ease. 

Katsuki curled his fingers, brushing them against Izuku’s prostate. A loud moan fell from Izuku’s lips, his head slamming into the pillow as he moved his hips against Katsuki’s fingers. The blond grinned.

“Now, that’s more like it.” he said as he continued to ram into his sweet spot.

Izuku moaned into the pillow as the pleasure built up within him.

“D-D-Doctor...oh shit, Kacchan, keep hitting that spot...” he moaned out.

“There you go, breaking character. I am your doctor, troublesome patient, and you shall address me as such.” Katsuki said as he moved his fingers faster.

“Ah! Oh god!” Izuku cried out.

He could feel a familiar heat begin to pool down below.

“Doctor...I’m going to...oh...” he panted, tongue hanging from his mouth.

Katsuki grinned as he pulled his fingers out of Izuku, eliciting an annoyed whine from him.

“Now, now, relax. Good things come to those who wait patiently, Deku.” Katsuki told him.

He opened the nightstand drawer, pulling his pants down to reveal his hardened cock as Izuku turned over onto his back.

“Now, where are those condoms...?” he wondered out loud.

As he took the box out and proceeded to pull one out, Izuku reached up towards him.

“No...no condom...” Izuku said, taking the box and the condom out of Katsuki’s hands and chucking it off to one side. “There’s no need for that...” he trailed off.

“Oi, Deku, are you for fucking real right now? Did you forget what they taught us in sex ed? We need to use protection when fucking—”

“Screw that.” Izuku moved his hips so that the tip of Katsuki’s cock was pressing against his entrance, arms looping themselves around Katsuki’s neck. “I want to feel you in me, not you and the condom...just you...” he mumbled.

Katsuki couldn’t stop the blush that crossed his cheeks.

Dammit, he’s cute when he’s needy, he thought to himself.

He grinned.

“If that’s what you want. Ready for your injection, Deku?” he asked.

“Yes...inject me, Doctor...” Izuku panted out.

“Alright. You better not go and regret this, Deku.” Katsuki told him.

“Why would I—ohhh.” Izuku moaned as Katsuki began to push into him. He sucked in a gasp as the tip pushed past the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, Deku, relax.” Katsuki leaned in and brushed Izuku’s hair back, kissing his forehead. “I can’t push in all the way if you tense up like this.” he told him.

He began peppering his face with kisses, feeling Izuku relax. He pushed in more, continuing to plant kisses all over his face. He pecked his lips as he completely sheathed himself inside of Izuku.

“God, you’re tight around me...” Katsuki gritted out as he pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back into him.

Moans fell from Izuku’s lips as Katsuki began to pound into him, his hands moving to rest on his hips.

“Ah...K-Kacchan...Doctor, you’re going very fast...” he panted out.

“That’s how I like to do this. You should know this by now.” Katsuki told him.

“I...I know...But—Ah!” a gasp fell from Izuku’s lips as he was pulled up from the mattress and into Katsuki’s arms so that he was seated in his lap. “Oh god!” he exclaimed.

He slung his arms over Katsuki’s shoulders, nails scratching at Katsuki’s back.

“Oh, Doctor, you’re so deep inside me! Oh, it’s so deep in me...” he moaned out as Katsuki thrusted his hips upward, watching Izuku move up and down on his cock.

Izuku moved his hips downward to meet Katsuki’s thrusts, moans and cries falling from his lips as he bounced on Katsuki’s cock. His lips were slightly parted, giving Katsuki the opportunity to capture them in a kiss. He plunged his tongue inside, their tongues immediately swirling around each other. Izuku moaned loudly against Katsuki’s lips as Katsuki nailed his prostate.

“Doctor...! Oh my god, it feels sooooo good!” Izuku exclaimed.

Katsuki grinned into the kiss as he continued to hit his sweet spot, reveling in the sweet cries that came from above him. He withdrew from the kiss and stared up at Izuku, whose cheeks were painted red and his eyes glazed over with lust as he babbled incoherently.

“Kaccha...Kaccha...Kacchan...!” he moaned.

“Dammit, there you go breaking character once more...I keep telling you that I’m your doctor!” Katsuki growled out.

“I...I can’t help it...! When you make me feel this good, I...I can’t help but call for you, Kacchan...” Izuku panted out.

Katsuki gritted his teeth.

“Fucking dammit...!” he bit out as he thrusted his hips up even faster.

Izuku arched into him, moaning loudly. Katsuki’s fingers roamed over Izuku’s back before sliding down and cupping his ass, groping it. His thrusts grew irregular as Izuku’s breathing grew ragged.

“Doctor, I’m going to cum! I’m going to—oh my god, I’m so close!” Izuku cried out.

“Then cum for me, Deku. Fucking cum for me.” Katsuki replied.

He moved in and began to lick away at the sweat on Izuku’s skin, listening to Izuku moan. Trailing his tongue upward, he licked the side of Izuku’s neck before baring his teeth and biting down. Izuku’s eyes grew wide, a cry falling from his lips as he arched even more into Katsuki. He clawed at Katsuki’s clothed back as he came with a shudder. Izuku tightened around Katsuki’s cock, making the blond hiss.

“Fuck, Deku...!” he bit out.

“Oh, Doctor...!” Izuku rocked his hips against Katsuki’s. “Cum inside me! Mmm, pump your medicine in me, Doctor...!” he moaned out.

“Damn right, I will.” Katsuki replied.

He pulled Izuku in for another kiss as he came, spilling his cum inside of him. Izuku moaned against his lips as Katsuki’s cum filled him up. They broke away from the kiss, panting.

“Doctor...” Izuku trailed off.

“Okay, that’s enough of the roleplay.” Katsuki kissed under Izuku’s chin. “Go back to calling me what you usually call me.” he said.

“Mmm, Kacchan...” Izuku murmured.

Katsuki pulled out and they fell back onto the mattress. Izuku shifted, biting his lip as some of Katsuki’s cum leaked out.

“I need a bath.” he said.

“That’s what happens when you tell me to cum inside of you. You’re going to have it start leaking out of your ass.” Katsuki stated bluntly.

“There’s no need for you to be so blunt, Kacchan.” Izuku stated.

“Tch, whatever.” Kacchan pulled his shirt over his head and chucked it in a random corner, climbing off of the bed. “Well, it’s off to the bath we go.” he told him.

He reached down and scooped Izuku up in his arms. Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Kacchan...” he trailed off.

Kacchan grinned down at him as he pecked him on the lips.

“Let’s go, then.” he said as they headed over to the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

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Katsuki stared up at the ceiling, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

“Fuck.” he bit out.

The damp cloth on his forehead did nothing to quell the raging fever that had settled in his body ever since Izuku got over his fever the other day. He shifted onto his side, the cloth sliding off his forehead.

Maybe I should actually start thinking with my brain and not with my dick, for fuck’s sake, he thought to himself.

He watched with bleary red eyes as the bedroom door opened.

“Kacchan, I brought you some bunny apple slices! Uraraka cut most of them, but I did some, also.”

Izuku approached him and sat down on the bed beside him, showing him the platter of bunny apple slices. He then rolled his eyes up to Izuku, who had on a pure white nurse dress that came up to a just a little above the mid-thigh and a nurse cap on his head.

Izuku smiled as he stuck a toothpick into one of the slices and brought it to Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki bit into it, chewing slowly as Izuku spoke.

“So, shall we check your temperature now, Kacchan?”

[everlarkficexchange]

Why Do I?

Author: @hutchhitched

Prompt 53: Everlark have been friends for a long time. Then this exchange happens. Person A: Why Do I even like your dumb ass? Person B: Huh? Person A: *panics* I SAID YOU HAVE A NICE ASS. [submitted by @iliveilaughiloveiread]

Rating: M

Summary: Peeta’s in love with his roommate Katniss. She thinks he has a really good set of buns. All puns intended.

Author’s note: Thanks for the prompt, @iliveilaughiloveiread. I had a lot of fun writing their banter.

“Peeta?”

“Kitchen!”

I hear Katniss throw her keys on the table in the entryway. It’s rare I know she’s there before she sneaks up on me. She’s so quiet I’ve lost track of the number of times she’s scared the shit out of me. I may have dropped a few trays of baked goods on the floor and jumped and screamed like a little girl when she’s tackled me with bear hugs and tickles. The squeals I make when her fingers slip under my shirt are so far from masculine it’s embarrassing, but I wouldn’t trade her hands on my skin for anything.

“What are you doing here, Mellark?” she asks in her throaty chuckle. “You’re not usually home on a Wednesday afternoon.”

“The kid cancelled again,” I answer, referring to the ten-year-old boy I typically tutor mid-week.

“Ah. So, it’s just us,” she replies before crossing to me and snuggling against my side. I lift both hands in the air and hug her with my elbow.

“Sorry. Cookie batter.”

She shrugs away, slumps onto a stool, and leans over the counter to observe. “Sugar?”

“Yes, Dumplin’?”

I grin at her laugh. I’m glad she’s finally rediscovered it. It’s been such a recent thing, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.

“Sugar cookies?”

“Ohhhh… You’re only interested in my baked goods. Maybe I can whip up some buns for you later.” I turn my back to her and clench my ass several times until she begs me to stop. When I turn, her gray eyes sparkle with mirth, and a rare smile graces her beautiful face. When she finally chokes back her laughter, she covers her mouth with her hand and murmurs something.

“Huh?” I can’t have heard her right. There’s no way, but it’s too tempting to let go. “Why do you like my dumb ass? Is that what you said?”

She freezes, and her eyes widen slightly. She gulps several times before blurting, “I didn’t say that! I said, ‘you have a nice ass!’”

“Oh, reeeeeeally?”

“Shut up!” she barks and sprints from the kitchen. A few seconds later, her bedroom door slams, and I sigh heavily.

Katniss Everdeen will be the death of me. I’ve loved her since Kindergarten, and I have no idea how I got so lucky to be her best friend. Well, technically, I do. She used to only talk to Madge Undersee, the daughter of a local politician, and Gale Hawthorne, brooding outdoorsmen who made all the girls in our high school swoon until he graduated and enlisted in the Marine Corps. When Gale left and Madge moved to the state capital after her father became a senator, Katniss drifted through the hallways between classes like a ghost. It only took me three months to work up the nerve to approach her in the lunchroom and ask if she’d like company. Another five weeks passed before she agreed to hang out with me outside of school. Three years later, she said yes when I asked her to be my roommate during college, and we haven’t lived apart in the seven years since. It’s been the best decade of my life.

Except for that pesky little being-in-love-with-her thing. She either doesn’t know or doesn’t care. Other than the hugs she gives me, we rarely touch. The most vulnerable she’s ever been with me was when her sister was in a car wreck a few years ago and went into the hospital. Katniss fell apart that night, and I did everything I knew how to do to comfort her. I wish I could do it every day.

I wish a lot of things I’m sure will never happen. Kissing her lips. Seeing her naked. Sinking into her and losing myself. Hearing her breathy moans when she comes. My ring on her finger. Marriage. Children. Grandchildren. Growing old together. Sharing a last name.

“Give it up, Bread Boy,” I mutter. “She’s never gonna love you that way.”

I turn my attention to the cookies. The timer dings, and I pull the first batch from the oven and let them cool while I mix several different colors of icing. Minutes turn into an hour as I decorate batch after batch. I’m just finishing the last few when I hear her behind me.

“I’m hungry. You want to grab dinner?”

I’m careful to keep my face blank when I turn and take in her beautiful face. She’s vulnerable and trying not to show it. Her gray eyes are haunted, and she’s wringing her hands. As much as I’d like to tease her, she doesn’t need that right now. She’s needs reassurance and understanding.

Sometimes it sucks to do the right thing instead of pushing for what I want.

“Always,” I answer quietly and wait for her to meet my eyes. “What sounds good?”

“Carbs.

“You want bread, huh? Maybe a little bun action?” I absolutely have to wiggle my ass. In fact, I have to back up to her and shake it some more. Her face floods with color, and I wink at her.

Sometimes it’s amazing to do what I want. Screw the right thing.

“You are the worst,” she grumbles, and I laugh at her discomfiture.

“I am, but I will feed you if you’ll help me clean up the kitchen.”

“Well, that sounds like a lot of work.” She crosses to me and bumps her shoulder against my arm. Without thinking, I tug her to my chest and nestle her head underneath my chin. She wraps her arms around me, and I kiss her on the crown of her head. When she relaxes, I squeeze her until she yelps.

“You’re a lot of work,” I joke and let her go. Beyond pleased, I hide my grin at the chagrined look on her face. Maybe, just maybe, she might like me a little more than I’d realized.

****

Two days later, I come home to her car in the driveway. She’s not expecting me, I’m sure, since I was supposed to have dinner with my older brother. I didn’t bother to text her when he bailed. Instead, I decided to surprise her, so I sneak inside the house and attempt to be as quiet as possible walking down the hall. I’m about as graceful as an elephant on roller blades, so I’m surprised she doesn’t call out to me.

Her door’s open, and I can hear rustling as I approach. I pause and try to figure out if she knows I’m out there when I hear her moan. Perplexed, I peek around the doorjamb and my mouth drops open. Her legs are splayed, and her eyes are closed. Her left hand grips the headboard, and her right is shoving a piece of plastic between her legs. It takes me a second to realize it’s vibrating. She moans louder, and my eyes widen.

Katniss Everdeen is masturbating. In our house. With her door open. And I can see her.

I jerk back into the hallway quickly and stand frozen to the spot. It feels terribly wrong to stay where I am, but I’m even more terrified to move and alert her to my presence. It’s a form of exquisite torture to listen to her as her breath quickens. She’s more vocal than I expected, and I’m horrified when my dick twitches in response. Every sound from her makes me stiffen, and my jeans tent higher the longer I listen.

She curses and groans for several more minutes, and I’m powerless in her spell. My dick throbs, and I allow myself a little bit of relief by rubbing myself through the denim. I absolutely cannot jack off in the hallway. It’s unacceptable to get off to her private act. Unforgivable.

I’m about to throw all my ethics to the wind when she releases a strangled moan. It’s obvious she’s climaxing, and I can’t stand it anymore. I turn and rush from the house, praying she’s too involved in coming to hear me.

I try to calm down, but I can’t. Stumbling to the side of the house, I duck behind the honeysuckle bush that’s big enough we’ve joked it could be a secret hideout for neighborhood kids. Thankfully, no one’s there, and I grunt as my hand fists my cock.

Echoes of the erotic sounds Katniss made ping in my head, and I can’t erase the image of her fucking herself with silicone. Hunched and desperate to finish before she realizes my car’s in the driveway, I imagine her screaming my name as I tug and stroke. A stiff breeze rustles the bush shielding me from the rest of the world, and I bite my bottom lip as a thick rope shoots from me and stains the green leaves and white blossoms. The sickeningly sweet scent mingles with the smell of sex, and I shudder as I give one last squeeze and release. Quickly, I tuck back into my jeans and wipe my hand on the inside of my t-shirt. I’ve got to get back inside.

I’m frazzled when I stumble through the front door. Making as much noise as I possibly can, I call out her name and wash my hands in the kitchen sink.

“I didn’t hear you pull up,” she says from behind me, and I jump. She’s snuck up on me again.

“Huh,” I reply, desperate to appear normal. “I was out there for a while. Checking email and stuff. You know.”

“Yeah?” She arches her eyebrow and shrugs. “Slow at work, so I’m off tonight. Your plans fell through?” When I nod, she asks, “Want to watch basketball? Have dinner?”

“Sure.”

Watching sweaty men run up and down a court handling balls seems like the perfect remedy to forget how much I love the woman standing in front of me who was naked and writhing in her bed only a few minutes ago. Either that, or I’m in hell.

****

Five days later, I know I’ve entered another dimension that’s been created specifically for self-torture. I haven’t slept through the night since I saw her. I wake myself from erotic dreams and keep a roll of paper towels next to the bed to erase the evidence. I feel like I’m twelve again—unable to control what happens between my legs and experimenting every time I’m alone. I’m embarrassed by my constant state of arousal, and it’s getting harder to hide from Katniss—literally and figuratively.

I’m in the shower jerking myself with a soapy hand when she knocks on my bathroom door.

“Peeta?”

“Yeah!” My arm twitches with tension. I’m almost there.

“Hey, can you give me a ride home from work today? Getting that wheel replaced I messed up a few weeks ago.”

Her voice washes over me like velvet, and my hand moves of its own volition. I’m so close. So, so close.

“Peeta, you okay?”

She’s inside my bathroom. I can tell by the sound of her voice.

“Yeah,” I sputter. “Fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” I groan as heat rips through me. Two more strokes, and I come. I suck in my breath and choke. I can’t breathe as I cough and sputter, and her hand appears at the corner of the curtain.

“Peeta!” Alarm evident in her voice, she warns me of her intention, and I have a split second to cover my crotch with a washcloth before she peeks around the corner. Her eyes narrow as I continue to hack, and I raise my right hand to cover my mouth. I slip slightly and brace my left on the wall, leaving the washcloth draped over my very prominent erection, which she’s clearly just noticed.

“H-holy shit,” she stammers. “I’m so sorry. I—” She bolts from the bathroom, and I rip back the curtain, grab a towel, and stagger after her on shaky legs.

“Katniss! Wait!”

She’s wide-eyed and frozen in the hallway when I emerge from the steam-filled room. The towel still tents slightly, but the absurdity of the situation and my recent ejaculation has deflated my hard-on significantly. I’m as mortified as she is until I realize I’m dripping wet and only in a towel in the hallway with the love of my life.

“You were choking,” she blurts. “It sounded like you were dying.”

“I know. It’s fine.” I rush to assure her I understand.

She stares at my chest, and I almost cover myself before I realize she seems completely dazed. Water droplets run down my stomach, and her eyes follow them. I’m not sure what to say, so I remain quiet, hoping somehow things won’t get any more awkward than they already are.

“I shouldn’t have…I mean, I didn’t know you were… I, uh… Yeah.”

I reach for her shoulder, and my towel shifts. Her eyes widen as I grasp it closed. Her eyes lift to mine, and I’m struck at the wonder in them. Frozen for several seconds, I study her until she takes a step toward me. And then another. And another until she lifts her hand and grazes her fingertips across my stomach. I suck in air and hold it while she traces the curve of my torso.

I exhale in a rush when she toys with the edge of the towel and tugs it from my skin. I let go, and the damp cloth pools at my feet. Her eyes rake over me, and the hunger is raw when she finally meets my eyes.

“I…” The words get caught in her mouth, and I watch her for a sign before leaning down and brushing my lips against hers. I don’t dare open my eyes until I feel her arms slide around my back, and then I crush her to me and tilt my head to kiss her deeper.

I lose track of time as we stand there. My body sizzles as my skin warms and the water evaporates. Her body is pliant and firm against mine. Her hands tug at my neck and trail down my back to the top of my hip bones but don’t go any lower. Her clothes stick to me, and I have a vague recollection that she’s already dressed for work as I wind her thick braid around my palm. I don’t ever want to stop.

She releases a breathy moan, and I press her against the wall and push against her. My knee slides between her legs, and I can feel the heat at her center as her tongue slides over mine. I tug her shirt from the waistline of her pants and grunt when my palm hits her smooth skin.

I rip my mouth from hers and suck on the hollow below her ear. “You feel so good,” I mumble in a tortured whimper.

“Peeta,” she moans, and my hips jerk against her when her hands slide down and cup my ass. All those jokes about buns ripples in the shared sexual tension that increases steadily as she kneads and cups me. Not surprisingly, I’m turned on again, and my cock behaves like a heat-seeking missile. I rub against her groin, and she grinds into me.

A nagging voice tells me to stop, to pull back, but I don’t want to listen to reason—only what her body’s telling me. I don’t understand anything except the way we fit together. I maneuver her a few steps over until she stumbles backward into her room and onto her bed. I stretch over her and wrap her legs around my waist. She moans as I thrust my hips against hers until she moves in rhythm under me. A few seconds later we’re dry-humping like teenagers.

I can feel the seam of her pants against my dick, and she squirms until her breath catches. When it does, I press against her and watch in disbelief as she unravels underneath me.

“Right there,” she begs. “Don’t stop. Right there.”

I buck against her, pushing the material against her clit until she spasms and quakes in my arms. She pants and moans as her body trembles, and I realize I’ve just pushed the woman I love over the edge. I made her come, and I didn’t even have to get her naked.

When she stills under me, I’m suddenly aware of our situation. I’m naked on top of her, and she’s just climaxed inside her pants. Her work clothes are rumpled, soiled, and damp, and I’ve got my second raging boner of the morning. It’s so ridiculous, I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re laughing at me?!”

Before I can process her question, I’m flat on my back, and she’s glaring down at me from the side of her bed. Infuriated, her gray eyes flash, and her hands are clenched at her sides.

“No!” I protest and smirk when she looks down at my junk. It’s both incredibly embarrassing and equally thrilling that she’s seeing me naked (again) and seems to like it.

“Then what is it? I’m bad at this? I didn’t live up to expectations? What?” She spits her interrogation so fast, my head spins. I grab the sheet and cover myself. I’m starting to shrink, and that’s definitely not what I want her to see.

“Katniss, you are absolutely not bad at this. Not even close to bad. More like fucking amazing.”

“Really?” Her voice is so small I almost can’t hear it.

“Hell, yes! I just— I mean, that was not how I expected that to happen.”

“Expected what to happen?”

“Us!” I blurt and snap my mouth shut. I hadn’t intended to admit just how much I’d been wanting to kiss her.

She grins and sits on the edge of the bed next to me. “You’ve been planning that?”

I nod and lean over to kiss her cheek. “For the past twenty years or so. You have no idea the effect you have.”

She blushes and ducks her head. “Well, I might have a little bit of an idea,” she says and nods toward my lap. “You going to take care of that?”

My face burns at her insinuation. “I don’t think that’s going to be necessary,” I answer in a desperate attempt to regain some dignity.

“Who said anything about necessary?” she teases and attempts to pull the sheet back.

I want to so badly. I almost ache with it, but this is not the right time. I want hours with her. I want the rest of my life. I don’t want our first time to be a quickie on a weekday morning when we both have to be out the door in less than an hour.

“I can’t believe this, but we both need to go to work. You’re probably gonna want to change, and I’m going to try to save face and walk out of here without worrying about you watching my bare ass as I go away.” Before I can think about her ogling me, I stand and cross to her door. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Sure,” she agrees. “And Peeta?”

“Yeah?” I poke my head back in her room for her answer.

“I’m still not exactly sure why I like your dumb ass, but you really do have a nice one.”

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Beckett x Maeve NSFW ABC

Book: The Elementalists

Pairing: Beckett x F!MC (Maeve Raven)

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) ~ 

Beckett wraps his hand around Maeve’s shoulders pressing her closer to him, her small hand placed over his racing heart. His breath is still heavy after the love they made, the sheen shining on their foreheads. His fingertips trace light patterns on her shoulder, murmuring to her how much he loves her and how much he missed her. His voice is still hoarse from the desire, his eyes do not leave hers, while his other hand cupping her cheek kissing her gently on the lips. “I love you. Mae, I love you so much,” he murmurs taking her lower lip gently between his. “I love you, Beck,” she whispers her hand slowly circling around his neck pulling him toward herself. They kisses are unhurried and soft. Slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep, both feeling warmth and comfort in each other's arms

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ~ 

“Mmmmmm“, moaned Maeve wrapping her soft lips around Beckett's dick taking him in. Her tongue tantalizingly slow circling around his head, pumping the base of his cock couple of times before swallowing it whole. She loved him and she definitely loved his dick, loved how he felt and tasted in her mouth, loved it rigidness and softness. Her warm honey-colored eyes met his ash grey making him shiver slightly under her gaze. He loved everything in her, and he was ready to worship every part of her body. But her eyes... He loved them. Loved how they shone like sunlight on polished stone and hid a depth of love she held for him. He loved the way her eyes sparkled with desire every time she went down on her knees, making the tip of her tongue dart outside outlining her lips. He loved this delicious sinful lips, loved the way they tasted as freshly picked strawberries when he kissed her, loved the way how they got wrapped around his throbbing member. “Jesus! Maeve, you feel so good”, he groaned placing his hand on the back of her head gently guiding her along. He loved when she glanced up at him taking him deep and hard. Loved, when their eyes meet, and she deliberately moaning in pleasure making him involuntarily thrust his hips forward heating the back of her throat, making him moan in response.

Beckett loves his abs and how it feels when Maeve’s nails lightly scratch them making them flex under her touch. Also, in spite of the fact that Maeve became insecure of her body after pregnancy, she became quite fond of her much fuller and firmer breasts and the way Beckett worships them when she rides him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…) ~ 

Maeve’s lips working up and down his shaft, her tongue lightly swirls around the head of his manhood on the outstroke, sucking him back in. Picking up the pace she starts to work her mouth faster on his shaft, sucking and licking him. She can feel his manhood swell and his muscles tense inside of her moist mouth, thrusting deep inside and hitting the back of her throat. His hot salty seed shoots deep inside of her mouth making her swallow every last drop. “Ohhhh, fuck...,” groaned Beckett reaching out and stroking her cheek tenderly looking deeply into her big hazel eyes, “I love you... I want you”, said he, pulling her to his lap. She straddles him not breaking their gaze, starting to ride him in a rocking rhythm, faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper. Until she felt herself clenching around him feeling his hot seed shooting deep inside of her not long after when he finds his own release.

Beckett comes inside of Maeve exclusively, he loves the way it feels blowing huge loads inside of her, is it her mouth or pussy. After her first unexpected pregnancy and giving birth for their beautiful baby girl, she went on birth control. Maeve loves the taste of his cum, so she uses every opportunity to blow him before letting him go inside her pussy.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)~ 

They once fucked in the secluded area of the library caught in the moment of passion and desire quite forgetting that someone may in an earshot of their moans and they may be discovered (thankfully they wasn’t). Beckett was getting hot in his cheeks for weeks every time he went to the library after this and tried to avoid this section of the library for even longer.

They didn’t see each other for months during summer break as Beckett was joining Katrina and her new boyfriend for the whole break, and Maeve was meeting with her family in California. This was the first time in a week since the semester started when they managed to get together... just two of them without their friends who seem to make it a mission to make it impossible for them to get alone. After getting an assignment from Professor Kontos and when everyone refused to join them, they find out themselves in the back of the library in secluded section heavily making out not able to get enough of each other, breaking the kiss just to take a breath before dipping for another kiss. Their soft pants and moans broke the silence. Maeve parted her lips tantalizingly slow tracing the tip of her tongue over Beckett’s lips making him groan in pleasure. His hands slid down her body and cupped her ass under the plain short skirt kissing her fiery, lifting her up and pressing firmer against the bookcase feeling her legs wrapping his waist. Somewhere in the back of their minds, the thought flashed that they should stop, but at that moment the only thing they cared about was the heat spreading between them and desire that boiled their blood. Their eyes met, their breathing heavy, chest lifting up and down before kissing again as if their lives depended from this kiss. She could feel the thick bulge in his pants, hard against the thin soaking fabric of her panties. His shaking hands fumbling with his pants and pulling them down along with boxers, groaning impatiently into her mouth. He quickly pulled Maeve’s panties aside his finger slipping between her slick folds. “Fuck, Mae... You are soaked”, Beckett groaned before pulling away watching at her intently before shifting his hips just enough to push his throbbing head into her heat. As soon as he felt her wrapped around him he shoved deep inside her, fucking her hard and fast and rough. His thrusts were almost desperate fucking her as he never did before, feeling her erupt in pleasure, silencing her screams with the rough fiery kiss. He fucked her through the orgasm, feeling his own pleasure rippling through his veins making him tense before exploding deep inside her belly with a muffled scream.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) ~ 

Beckett had a few girlfriends before meeting and falling in love with Maeve, but they were never serious relationships, mostly to gain sexual experience. Maeve was the only girl who captured his heart and occupied his mind, even when they were “broke up” she was the only one for him and he never even threw a single glance on other girls hoping that someday they will be able to be together. 

Maeve also had a couple of boyfriends before Penderghast, even one quite serious relationships, but this ended a couple of months before she finds out who she truly is and starts to attend Penderghast.

“So... how much girlfriends did you have?” asked Maeve laying by his side, her leg thrown over him and knee pressed lightly to his member. She draws different patterns along his abs waiting for a reply, feeling his muscles flexing under her touch, biting her lower lip enjoying the feeling.

“Really?” He murmurs, gently kissing the nape of her head, the light smile playing on his lips.

“Yes, I need to know where you learned all these tricks of yours,” she laughs, seeing what is coming and trying to dodge his tickling hand, “stop it.... stop it...” she laughs, rolling onto her back, feeling him on top of her, their faces barely inch apart.

“I had a few,” he whispers in a husky voice breathless by her proximity and the feelings she causes in him. His gaze slides to her lips involuntarily before continuing, “ but the only girl that matters” he inches closer to her feeling the sharp inhale she makes, “the only girl I was and will be in love with” their lips almost touched before he speaks again, “it’s you Maeve. It’s always will be you,” and with the last words leaving his lips he crashes them on hers kissing her like there will be no tomorrow.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.) ~ 

Beckett’s favorite position is when Maeve is on top of him, riding him so he can explore her body, let her set up the pace or take control guiding her. This way he also can look her into the eyes loving the way the color of them is changing the closer to orgasm she gets:

Beckett lays on his back, his fingers digging into Maeve’s hips lowering her on his rigid member. Feeling her warm dripping pussy sinking on his hard cock, taking him deep inside her. He can feel her starting to move slowly, smoothly riding him. These movements are more like a dance of love, the dance of promises. Her slim body sliding along his, taking him deeper with every movement, her body arched bending a little bit forward. He is mesmerized by the way her forest green eyes are sparkling in the morning sun and the wind playing in her hairs. Her rosy lips are parted and her head thrown back. She is like a siren song enticing him making his desire for her to grow stronger with every touch, every movement inside her. He groans barely able to control himself, letting her set the pace not able to tear his eyes off her. Their eyes met and he can feel that he is ready to explode inside of her just by the way she looks at him and by the way her body moves against his. He is desperate for more, wanting more from her, his hands slide to her waist circling around it pulling her towards him not breaking their eye contact, feeling the power she holds over him. His lips captured hers, moaning inside her mouth, thrusting deeper, begging her to speed up. He can feel her comply starting to ride him faster, thrusting inside her hard, rough. His eyes are always on her watching her eyes go wider and her mouth fall open in a silent scream. “Come for me,” he murmurs watching her falling apart on him just to see her get full again, their eyes interlocked. He can sense her pulsing around him feeling his own pleasure approaching him. He groans, fire pooling low in his abdomen, feeling her milking his cock till the last drop before gently falling on top of him, feeling his arm tighten around her waist and he kisses her forehead breathlessly.

Maeve’s favorite position is doggy-style. She loves how deep he can penetrate her this way and that he can be rougher than usual with her, making her cum intensely :

Maeve seductively bends over the table taking some papers from the drawer on another side. Making sure, that the man behind her could see the show put on exclusively for him. Her pencil black skirt runs up her thighs and she smirked, innocently tilting her head back and meeting the steely grey eyes watching her intently. She could see Adam’s apple bobbing in Beckett’s throat and he made a tentative step towards her then another inching closer to her, his gaze sliding along her stretched body. He knew they shouldn’t do this in there, in his office, when everyone can just come upon them during the moment of passion. But instead of stopping he gets closer and closer to her, feeling uncomfortably tight inside his pants, feeling how his blood completely flowed from his brain and flowed to his manhood. He groaned and in an instant was behind her his hands on her hips pulling her skirt up.

“Never tease me like this....,” he groaned into her ear slightly, pulling her head back to meet his eyes almost black with desire, “unless... unless you want it.”

“Who said, I don’t,” she murmured, seductively biting her lip, grinding her ass against his throbbing cock, making his vision go almost black from desire.

With one hand still gripping her hip, he fumbled with his pants unbuckling them and jerking them and boxers off to his knees. Feeling the burning desire to bury himself between these long legs, trying to hold back for a little bit longer, his hand between her legs rubbing the thin material of her soaked panties. He groaned biting lightly her bare shoulder.

“Fuck, Mae.... you are always so wet for me... always so ready “, he rasped circling his thumb around her aching center, moaning in pleasure. He could feel his fingers getting slick from her juices feeling impatient to be inside of her.

“Take me...” Maeve purred from pleasure. Hearing her say this made his heart pound faster and his pulse started to race. Not waiting twice for the invitation, he roughly tugged on her thin material ripping off her soaked panties, satisfied with her gasps of protest mixed with surprise.

“You asked for it,” he smirked biting her shoulder once again before thrusting inside her dripping pussy. His both hands are on her hips, pounding inside her deeper and deeper, his teeth dig into her sensitive skin muffling his moans mixed with cursing.

“Ohhh, yes... faster... ohhh, deeper... just like this” she moans through the gaze of pleasure washing over her, making her weak in the knees. She likes the way he fucks her deep and fast, compiling to her wishes, but still dominating. Her fingers grab the edge of the table for a balance, her eyes closed, panting heavily feeling him hitting her secret spot making her tremble from pleasure beneath him... begging him for more and more, asking him to do this again and again. She can feel the warmth spreading in her lower abdomen exploding like fireworks in the night sky, her vision goes white and she screams his name over and over until she feels him tense shooting the hot seed as deep as he can.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) ~ 

They are both quite serious in bed with their eyes almost all the time intensely fixed on each other, murmuring words of love. But they occasionally may get also playful in a moment peppering each other’s faces with kisses and laughing before fucking like there is no tomorrow, getting serious once again.

Beckett holds Maeve’s face between his palms placing featherlight kisses over her face gently barely touching. Making her scrunched her nose, giggling from a tickling sensation when he brushes his lips over the top of her nose. He smiles at her with a mischievous smile, starting to peppering her face quicker, his palms sliding down, fingertips tickling her sides making her wriggle beneath him. She laughs begging for him to stop, trying to evade his tormenting fingers. They both are breathless their bodies brush against each other their senses are high and the desire sparkling in their eyes. He stops abruptly, his hands on her hips gripping them, pressing into her and her eyes go wide meeting his intense gaze. She can feel him thrusting inside of her, not letting go of her gaze, mesmerizing her by this animal desire for her, rippling through him. Taking her, fast and rough, holding her gaze all the time until she arches her back pulsating around his throbbing member.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) ~

As all Beckett appearance, he is making sure that his pubic hairs are carefully trimmed for Maeve. Also, he never asked her to wax for him, but she loves the look on his face when she is bald and wet for him, and the feeling of his tongue licking her folds.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  ~

They are both very romantic and can’t get enough of kissing each other. Also, Becket almost always calming her after she gets really intense orgasm, what happens often thanks to him. He gently wraps his arms around her kissing her forehead and whispering to her how much he loves her, shushing her, making her breathing and heartbeats to calm down.

Beckett pounded inside Maeve like a furious beast, taking her deeper, rougher and harder. His eyes not leaving her half-lidded, her lips are parted, her breath coming in panting and her pussy is so inviting for him. He can see her hands gripping on the sheets under her and her tight wet pussy starting to pulsate around his throbbing member. He can still hear her screams muffled by his shoulder, feeling like an intense orgasm starts to shook her, rippling through her body. He cups her cheek softly, his lips find her, murmuring softly against them, calming her down, stroking gently her hairs, while the other hand tightens around her. He tenderly tucks a loose curl, behind her ear, kissing her lips, feeling her heartbeats starting to slow down and her body relaxes under his gentle touch, calming and soothing her.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) ~ 

Beckett usually jacks off if he didn’t see or wasn’t intimate with Maeve for a couple of days. While he is with Maeve he doesn’t need to masturbate as often as he used to, but occasionally he still does this to take off the steam, and when she is not around to help him. He doesn’t care where to do this, but usually, it is either in bed or in his office. Also when he does this he always fantasies about Maeve and what he wants her to do.

Meanwhile, Maeve can last much longer without masturbation, and do this on a couple of occasions when they were separated. Also occasionally she may give Beckett a show either on webcam when he is on a business trip or a private show at their place. Usually, if she gives him a private show this ends up with them having sex afterward as by the time she finishes he is rock hard for her dripping pussy.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) ~

Beckett and Maeve have several kinks. One of them is when he ties Mae up on the bed be it on her back or in a doggy style position, legs wide open and tied to the bed, a mask covering her eyes. The only thought of her restricted like this, open and vulnerable, makes him stir in his pants every time, throbbing almost painfully. When they tried this for the first time she thought that she may fall into a million pieces from a single look at him looming over her, panting heavily, his chest falls and rises, his pupils dilated making his eyes look black.

Maeve obediently followed Beckett into their bedroom, when he opened the door gently pushing her in, a gasp of surprise escaped her throat. The room was dim, but tens of tea candles made it look like a night sky with sparkling stars. The smell of freshly cut flowers filled the room making her head spinning lightly. They just came from their fifth Anniversary celebratory dinner, and she still wore a black lacy dress that hugged her figure like a glove barely covering her ass. Beckett was clothed in the charcoal three-piece suit with a white shirt and silver tie that perfectly suited his eyes. He tenderly hugged Maeve from behind, closing his eyes and inhaling her sweet aroma.

- Happy Anniversary, my love, - he murmured kissing her behind her ear turning her gently to face him, - Can I? - he asked in a shaky nervous voice taking out the silky material from the pocket of his pants.

- What are you...? - her eyes widened from a feeling of silk sliding against her bare arm.

- Shhhhh, - he breathed out his fingers pressed to her lips softly, his eyes burning with desire as obsidian stars, sliding to her lips, - Do you trust me?

- You know, that I do, - she whispered almost breathing out the words, - I would trust you with my life... over and over again..., - their eyes met in a silent understanding making him fall in love with her all over again, wanting to kiss her and make love with her, but today should be all about her... all about them will be later.

He placed the mask making her surrender to darkness, leading her to their four posters bed. His hands tenderly caressing her exposed skin, placing gentle kisses along her palms raising higher along her arms to her slender neck. Her breathing hitched the closer he came to her lips, but instead of feeling his lips on hers, he slowly began to slide her dress down leaving her bare in front of him, feel his manhood immediate stirring inside his pant, but trying to ignore. “Today is all about her,” he thought, closing his eyes for a moment licking his dried lips.

He picked her up in bridal style gently lowering her on the bed, his fingertips sliding over her belly, over her hips, along her long legs, making her gasp from his touch. Her feelings higher than they ever were, she can feel his hands reach her ankles caressing them before a silky material was wrapped around them. She gasps feeling her leg get tied to one of the sides, feeling Beckett’s breath on her other ankle kissing her there before tying it to the other side. Slowly he raises up kissing her bare skin inch by inch, missing the spots she wants him to kiss the most feeling her center aching for his touch even more from this sweet torture. She moaned feeling him settling between her legs, his hands making their way up along her arms, his fingertips barely touching her skin. She can feel his hands reach her wrists kissing each of them before tying her to the bed. His frame hovering over her his hungry eyes roaming over her body under him, his breath is heavy and he can feel his dick is painfully hard in his pants. He inches closer to her his lips grazing along her face down to her collarbone, leaving wet kisses along her neck. His breath is hot against her skin and his touches so tender and tenderizing slow, that it sends waves of pleasure through her. She can feel her breath quickening, a pulse starting to race faster and her heart seems to jump out of her chest. She could feel him savoring every single inch of her body kissing, licking, nibbling on it, making her arch her back toward him wanting to get closer to him as possible. His lips are following the trace of his fingertips making her shiver, moaning louder and wriggling under him staying completely at his mercy. The tip of his tongue slowly circling one of her nipples, making her moan loudly under him. His arm kneading another breast sucking on it hungrily feeling her taste inside his mouth, groaning in overbearing pleasure. He sucks on her nipples, circling his tongue around them, alternating between licks and gentle bites, massaging her soft breasts. He could feel what effect he has over her and it makes him almost burst inside confinement of his trousers, barely able to constrain himself anymore. Groaning and moaning against her skin. Maeve can feel Beckett aching for her, his dick throbbing against her leg while he licks her flat belly lowering himself toward her center finally ready to comply with their desires. Her senses are so heightened that when he finally buries himself between her legs, licking and sucking on her sensitive nub her deafening scream of pleasure cuts through the air of their bedroom. Emboldened by her reaction he slowly slipped the finger inside her folds, murmuring against her slit, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body, circling the tip of his tongue around her swollen nub. Adding another finger inside her watching her arching toward him wanting to take more, much more than this. In a moment the third finger joins the others and as slowly as possible he starts to pump her, entering her again and again. He can hear her gasps and moans, mewling under his touch, changing his rhythm and pumping faster inside her, but still not ready to send her over the edge. His thumb brushing over her pearl. His moans reverberating against her, making her hips lift on their own still not enough, still wanting much more from him. He slowed, feeling the pleasure building inside her body ready to burst free, but still not ready to let her do this. He stops, feeling her edging to the climax, letting her calm down, raising up to capture her lips with his. She could taste herself on his lips, moaning against him. He murmurs softly against her lips, calming her down, stroking gently her hairs. He tenderly tucks a loose curl, behind her ear, kissing her lips again losing the mask and slipping it from her eyes making her blink once. Her heart almost jumping out of her chest watching his eyes so close to hers, black with desire, copying hers. Not letting go of her gaze he slowly unbuckles his pants letting them go on the floor, making her watch him taking off his tie, followed by the jacket and waistcoat. Finally taking off his shirt and boxers. Her gaze followed down her body and she groans watching him settling between her legs, teasing her dripping wet folds with the tip of his throbbing dick, rubbing against her making her lift her hips impatiently. His dark burning eyes meeting her and he plunged the cock deep inside her wet and ready pussy making her cry out arching her body and clenching her fists. Their breathing rasped, his moves hips slowly, entering her with tenderizing slow pace trying to hold back, making her cry in pleasure. Beckett's hand reaching down between their heated bodies, finding her clit, rubbing her sensitive nub. She could feel waves of pleasure rising in her, blinding her intensely and before she knew it she was shuddering and crying out his name, her walls clenching around him, again and again, bringing him toward his own release. He could feel the heat spreading inside his belly and his balls tighten. Beckett groaned entering her slowly for the last time before his hot seed spilled inside her. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) ~

They don’t have favorite locations, or at least they say so, trying to convince themselves that for both of them the most important are the sensations they are having and the atmosphere. But usually, this is their home or Beckett’s office, any surface or against the wall/door/ bookcase. Also occasionally they may get caught in a moment, and have each other without a second thought of being discovered.

Also if you have a glimpse in their heads you will be able to see that Beckett’s favorite location was the library after months apart, the memory that still haunts his dreams and makes him blush, but despite the fact that he will reject it to the last breath, he would love to repeat this with Maeve.

A favorite location for Maeve that she will always reject was in the lift in Beckett’s office in London. They didn’t see each other in a month so it was quick, desperate and rough. And the way their eyes met in the lift’s full-lengths mirror made them both explode in an instance.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) ~

Beckett gets turned on by almost everything in her. Her scent, her taste l, her every deliberately slow movement make his blood boil and his pulse race quicker. He loves it when she brushes up against him and their eyes meet. Every time she bites her lower lip fluttering her eyelashes makes him hard. And when he notices her not wearing panties under her ultra short skirts he ready to take her straight away. She gets turned on when he slowly walks her backward in some dark corner at some party he didn’t want to come to, his eyes fixed on her lips all the time before pressing her to the wall or a bookcase, heavily making out with her. She loves the way how protective he gets over her, and when he murmurs to her in a possessive husky voice that she is only his.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ~ 

Beckett never would hurt Maeve, also BDSM is a hard pass for both of them. Beckett may be a bit dominant and they love it a bit rough sometimes, but nothing too heavy and nothing that may cause pain or even slightest discomfort to Maeve. Maeve also doesn't like for Beckett to be submissive to her, what is definitely turn off for him also. Plus on top of this, they would NEVER share each other and this goes without a question for both of them.

One more thing for Beckett was that he struggled with intimacy during Maeve’s pregnancy, he was too scared to harm her or baby that he didn’t want to have sex at all, but at the end of the day, he couldn’t resist Maeve’s charms.

Maeve was 6 months pregnant and her hormones just skyrocketed every time when Beckett was near her. She turned her head watching him peacefully asleep feeling desire raising in her. They didn’t have sex for a month and it made her crazy, every attempt to get intimate ended up by him almost running from the room. She smiled mischievously at him knowing that this time he will be not able to resist her. She slowly moved her hand under the blanket covering them, cupping his crotch and massaging his balls, feeling him hardening under her touch. She could feel him shifting in his sleep moaning quietly before his eyes parted, still heavy with sleep.

“Mae, what are you think, are you doing,“ he groaned, trying to remove her hand gently from him.

“I think you know perfectly well what I’m doing,“ she giggled starting to stroke him lightly, moving her hand up and down his length, making him groan louder thrusting his hips into her hand involuntarily. 

“Please, stop... I... we...“ he tries to resist her of last strength, placing his hand on hers and removing it firmly from his shaft, but what he sees next breaks his heart. He can see her lips start to tremble and tears starting to run down her face, “Mae, please don’t cry. What have I done?“

“You...,” sniffed Maeve before continuing, “you don’t want me. You... you don’t love me.“

“Mae, this is not true. You definitely can seeб how much I want you,“ started Beckett sitting up waking up completely and cupping her cheek looked her deep into eyes, “You know it’s not true. You are the only woman I ever loved and you are the only one who I want constantly. But...“

“But what?” pouted Maeve, “Am I fat? Not attractive anymore?”

“No... no... you are... you are pregnant.”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) ~

Beckett would lie if he would say that he doesn’t love to be on receiving side. First time Maeve gave him a head in the library left him speechless and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. He loved how her tongue moved against his flesh, how she stroked him and how she barely was able to fit him in her small palm. When their eyes met his heart almost stopped, seeing the burning desire in her earthy eyes and in this moment he knew that she wanted him as much as he wants her. The way she let him take control over her, made him spill his seed almost immediately inside her throat, the one that squeezed him stronger and stronger every time he thrust in. But despite the fact he loves Maeve giving him a head, he always goes down on her first, always wanting her to be the one who came first. The way she screams his name gripping his hairs while he licks her folds pounding her with his fingers coated in her juicy nectars makes him want to pleasure her more and more.

Maeve loves to give Beckett a head, she loves how rough he gets in these moments. She gets so wet by the way he looks at her on her knees either when his back pressed to the wall or when he sits in the chair. It makes her so horny when she sees how much control she has over him at this moment. Also, she loves the taste of him when he comes filling her mouth completely making her swallow or when he shoots his seed straight into her throat. As much as she loves giving Maeve loves to be on receiving side as specially if the one who goes down on her is Beckett Harrington. He is so good at what he is doing that at this moment she just forgetting where she is or who she is. Thanks to hours of research (and yes, he did some research) and some practice he is very great with his tongue and fingers. Although before Maeve he never wanted to please anyone so badly, he still got some practice that was bettered to make sure Maeve will be thoroughly satisfied when the time will come.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) ~ 

They can be both fast and rough or slow and sensual. It usually depends on the atmosphere or location where they are making love. If this is a romantic setting they go slow, taking their time, kissing and making love to each other. Usually, Beckett loves to make Maeve come at least once before they actually have sex. This usually happens either in their bed or near to the fireplace on the floor padded with a lot of pillows. But if they were apart for a couple of days they get fast and rough not able to get enough of each other. Also, in this case, place or atmosphere doesn’t matter as they just give up to passion when the opportunity and their desire struck.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) ~

Beckett prefers to take his time with Maeve, slowly exploring her body, making her fall apart under his touches multiple times But when they don’t have time quickie is also an option. Also, he finds quick penetration or blowjob acceptable and enjoyable for both of them.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) ~

They are not too much into public place sex especially because they both are quite loud during a climax. But on a couple of occasions they were caught in a moment, but thankfully never discovered.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) ~

Beckett can go rounds and rounds with Maeve needing little time to get ready again. He is young and thirsty and he definitely wants to impress and please the girl he loves. During intervals between rounds, they usually kiss and he may occasionally give her another round of penetration or lick her folds if she is ready and rested enough from the previous climax. He would be able to go whole night wearing them both off before getting completely satisfied, but more importantly making sure and taking care of Maeve’s satisfaction. But if we are looking at their usual nights he tries to satisfy Maeve at least 2-3 times, before falling asleep with her in his arms. If they had very big gaps between rounds he may go even more, until she starts to beg him to give her a break, what happened only on a couple of occasions.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) ~

Maeve has a couple of toys, but they never used them together in bed, although Beckett fantasized of her using rabbit vibrator in front of him from the day he finds out, she has one. One birthday she surprised him by wearing butterfly vibrator and giving him a remote control letting him take complete control over her. He used every single opportunity to use it. Also making her come during the taxi ride after their birthday's dinner with friends, smirking at her. He could notice the characteristic signs of her approaching climax by how tightly her jaw was clenched and breath quickened.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ~

Maeve is a tease. She never will turn down the opportunity to tease Beckett be it a romantic dinner, gathering of friends, Beckett’s office or the privacy of their home. Even used to hers teasing, Beckett always becomes red in the face or feel this familiar tingling when the tips of his ears turn pink in color.

Beckett isn’t as good at teasing as her, although he loves to bring her closer to orgasm before leaving house making her crave for more. Or murmur what he will do to her when they will get home. Although he never teased her physically in public as he knows this will ends by him blushing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) ~

Beckett could feel her coming around him, squeezing his throbbing dick tightly with muscles of her pussy. He captures her lips with his in a fiery kiss muffling her loud screams, feeling his own release following her, groaning loudly inside her mouth before spilling his hot seed inside her womb. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) ~ 

After him pretending to be Professor Harrington and Maeve to be his flirtatious student during their “roleplay” for Aster’s and Atlas’ benefit, Beckett couldn’t get this out of his head in weeks. He got hard in his pants every time from the single thought about repeating this roleplay in their dorm room's privacy. Until one day he finally managed to make his fantasy reality with Maeve's help. When he has seen her on his dorm's threshold he thought he lost all ability to breathe. She was wearing a little plaid skirt, white blouse tied under her breasts and her long hairs were in two high ponytails. And when she started to flirt with him calling him Professor Harrington, this made his eyes go dark and his blood boiled inside his veins. The only thought of her thinking about this too thrilled him and he could feel his dick gone rigid just from the only thought of taking her hard on his office table while giving her a lesson she missed. Later fucking her hard in the mouth holding her ponytails with one hand and guiding her, he thought one more time how lucky and in love he is with this gentle, soft and passionate girl standing in front of him on her knees.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) ~ Beckett has a big cock about 7″, thick but not painfully thick. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) ~ 

Beckett’s yearning is high and he definitely thinks about Maeve every time they are apart, what thankfully happens rarely. But no matter what, he still can manage for several days without any. If he doesn’t have sex for a day or two for some reasons, he takes care in his “own” hands. But as soon as he can have his wife he doesn’t let her out of bed for several days as he seems to be not able to satisfy his craving for her body, for every single part of her body.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ~ 

Beckett gently wraps Maeve into his embrace, kissing the top of her head, feeling her heartbeats and breathing calming down. He can feel her snuggle closer to him drifting to sleep, her hand pressed on top of his heart, soothed by his heartbeats. He watches his wife peacefully asleep in his arms before closing his eyes and following her in the realm of Morpheus with a soft smile playing on his lips.

[artificialqueens]

nostalgia in reverse: part one (thorcid) - featherpluckn

AN: This is a fic I’ve been marinating on and planning for a while now. I’ve always wanted to write a story inspired by the Stevie Nicks song, “Love Is”. If you’re interested in seeing where this fic is going, listen to this song. I apologize in advance.

I decided to do something a little AU with Thorgy still as a drag queen and Acid as a photographer. Bob makes a cameo in this first chapter but out of drag so I used his boy name.

Summary: Reverse Nostalgia - The odd feeling you get when you realize you are in a moment of time you will later feel nostalgic for…

Spring

Jamin didn’t mean to turn into the kind of person who needs to run a few miles every day to feel complete. It started as way to get off of the couch. A way to lose those pesky ten pounds age and slowing metabolism have made particularly stubborn.

The more he ran though, the more he craved the early morning solitude. Especially, since spring had finally graced Brooklyn with its presence. The early morning air is still brisk but the shining sun warms his face and it is such a freeing feeling.  

Jamin’s street is lined with trees blooming in shades of pink and white. His neighbor’s window boxes have exploded in purple and yellow. The cafes he runs past have sprouted umbrella topped tables outside that are fussed over by tired looking servers setting up for a rush of people looking for caffeine and carbs.

He’s loathe to admit the changing weather puts him in a good mood. The new season makes him wish he could bring along his camera and shoot mid-stride. He wants to try to capture this feeling to look at when the gray, slushy cold days of winter return.

This time of day means there isn’t much traffic crawling through the streets. He can retreat into a world where all he has to worry about is the dual burning in his lungs and legs, and the pulsing electronic beats in his ears. Out here on the street is where he meditates, and he lives for it.

*

Jamin is in special need of his respite early one Tuesday morning. It seemed like he had been editing the same set of five photographs all night. They just wouldn’t come together, and he finally decided to stop fiddling with them before he threw his computer through the window.

He was too jacked on Red Bulls to go to sleep and even though the sun had not quite risen and it was almost two hours earlier than his usual run, he slipped on his sneakers and headed out.

Jamin is mumbling along to the song in his earbuds when he hits his stride. He knows there is an uneven bit of cement coming up so he looks down to check how close he is to it. It only takes a split second, but when he looks back up it’s too late to stop himself from running into the person coming the other way.

The impact knocks them both back on their asses. Jamin keeps the back of his head from smacking into the pavement, but his elbows are what stop his fall and, fuck, that’s going to hurt later.

Before he can even peel himself off the pavement, the stranger is crawling towards him. The person is wearing a short colorful sequined dress, acid-washed ripped jacket, a battered pair of Toms, and their dreads are tied up on top of their head with a faded floral scarf.

The contour is fading but the heavy eyeliner, overdrawn lips, and painted freckles give away the drag queen probably coming home from a gig.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? I’m soooo sorry I ran into you. Even though, you were technically the one running. I’m never even on my phone usually. Ugh! Do you need first aid? I’ve taken the course but I’m technically not certified anymore but how much can it change really? I mean…just don’t let them die, you know what I mean?”

As their rambling comes to an end with a giggle, Jamin slowly pulls himself up to a sitting position.

“Are you hurt?”

“Ummm, I’m okay. I think my elbows are just scraped up. You really should watch whe-”

He is stopped mid-sentence by the sound of a bag being unceremoniously tipped out onto the sidewalk. What is apparently the person’s glasses land on top of the pile.

“Maybe I should have been wearing these. I would have seen you coming.”

The queen cackles and Jamin can’t stop himself from letting out an amused snort.

“I’m Shane, by the way.”

“Jamin.”

Shane starts rifling through the detritus in front of him but looks up suddenly and smiles.

“Ohhhh! I love your name! Sorry I ran into you, Jamin.”

Before Jamin has time to process the cute eye-crinkling smile Shane sends his way, the other man bends back over the open bag in front of him. He sifts through a patterned pair of pants, rhinestone covered pumps, two pieces of the same huge curly wig and finally unearths a pack of baby wipes.

“Woo! I knew they were in here somewhere.”

“You have a baby in that bag too?”

The queen giggles. “Nooooooo. They aren’t just for babies’ butts. They get out everything. Plus, it’s the only thing I have to clean up those elbows. We don’t want you getting tetanus or salmonella or whatever the fuck is on this sidewalk.”

Shane sits crossed legged right there in the middle of the damn pavement and takes Jamin’s arm gently in his hands.

Shane grimaces and bites his lip. “I’m not sure if this is going to sting or not. I’ve never used these to clean out a cut.”

“I can take it.”

“I bet you can.” Shane winks and sets to cleaning up the scrape on Jamin’s arm.

The intake of breath definitely comes from the cold wipe hitting his raw skin and not the flirty comment.

Shane sets to his task with the utmost concentration. His pink tongue pokes out a little while he tries to remove all the dirt from around the wounds. He leans back admiring his work when he’s done and then blows across the skinned area. Jamin starts a little at the unexpected sensation and Shane stops immediately.

“I’m sorry. Was that not okay? My mom used to do it all of the time. It always made me feel better but I’m not sure it has any legitimate medical purpose.”

“No. I mean, yeah it’s fine.”

Their eyes meet. Jamin isn’t sure what to think of the person in front of him. The situation is surprisingly intimate for two people who randomly ran into each other on the street. But he can’t say it’s bothering him. It really is fine and it is so not like him to be this accommodating to a complete fucking stranger.

“Good.”

Shane grins and digs through what is left in his bag pulling out a handful of loose Band-Aids.

“I think these might match your sneakers.”

Shane unwraps the bandages and Jamin can see they are bright neon pink and orange. He tries his best to cover the majority of the scrapes and sits back to admire his work.

“Looking good. Let me clean the other side and I’ll get out of your hair.”

Jamin makes a noise of agreement but while Shane once again starts to clean around his wounds all he can think of is how much he kind of wants to know more about a drag queen who carries an apartment worth of stuff around on his shoulder.

The feeling blindsides him. It has been a long time since he’s had the desire to get to know someone outside of a one-night stand, and even longer since anything remotely resembling a relationship. But there is something charming and magnetic about Shane, even in crusty half drag at sunrise. All he can think of as he looks down at the man’s long legs covered in ripped fishnets is what they look like under there. What does he do when he’s not entertaining drunk people in a bar for tips?  

Shane had just finished placing two more Band-Aids over the final scrapes when Jamin clears his throat.

“So, look…um…I don’t do this very often but is there any way I can have your number?”

The other man looks up slowly, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“A-Are you ser…What?….Of course. Sure!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I almost killed you. I probably look like an extra from The Walking Dead at this point in my night and you still ask for my number? And you’re a motherfucking cutie?” Shane scoffs loudly. “How can I say no?”

Jamin wraps his earbuds around his phone and hands it to Shane before he can change his mind. He punches in his number quickly and hands it back.

“Thorgy?”

Shane gestures around his face before answering. “Drag name. I figured you would be less likely to forget me that way.”

Jamin shakes his head and holds up his bandaged elbows. “I think you took care of that already.”

Shane starts digging through the pile of stuff on the cement and what’s left in his bag presumably looking for his phone. After a string of curses, he ends up handing Jamin an eyebrow pencil and what looks like a Subway receipt to write down his number.  

The two say their good-byes and Jamin takes off for his apartment once more, trying to make sense of the inexplicably strong feelings he has for a practical stranger.

**

When Shane gave Jamin his number, he didn’t think he would actually contact him.

It took two days for Jamin to text him, but he did.

Shane saved Jamin’s number in his contacts as Sidewalk Booty with no less than ten peach emojis because he may not have seen him coming, but he definitely saw him leaving.

The two decided to go out the following Friday after texting back and forth about the state of Jamin’s elbows for far too long but all he can think about throughout the exchange is how much he doesn’t know about the other man. He agreed to go out with someone he met on the street.

It isn’t a booty call and it isn’t a one night stand.

There will be eye contact and conversation and a whole night of putting himself out there. He breaks out in a sweat just thinking about it, but Jamin seemed genuinely nice with such a cute smile and beautiful eyes.

So, instead of blowing him off or pretending like he has plans he forgot about, he tells him to pick the place and text him the details.

Shane is proud of himself for exactly three minutes before he begins to freak the fuck out.

He recognizes the feeling and needs to find a way to center himself before his train of thought throws him completely off track.

He needs to find his happy place.

He needs to call Chris.

*

An hour later the two friends are in Shane’s favorite thrift shop. It has everything anyone could ever want all packed onto circular racks and hanging from hooks on every available surface. There are plenty of decisions to make so he doesn’t have to focus on the real life date he has in a few days.

The two shoot the shit about gigs for twenty minutes but the whole time Shane can feel Chris’ eyes on him. He knows his voice sounded shaky and high-pitched when he called him. He was stupid to think his best friend wouldn’t pick up on it.

They get through three racks of clothes before Chris finally gets it out of him, like Shane knew he would.  

“Okay, bitch. Spill. What has you all worked up?”

When Shane finishes going through the whole ordeal with Jamin, from the run-in to the walk-off to the impending date, Chris slowly puts the dress he was holding up to his body back on the rack, sighs heavily, and rubs his temples.

“So. Let me get this straight. You plow this guy down at the asscrack of dawn in a dress with Thorgy still all over your face, kiss his boos-boos, and he asks for your number?”

“I didn’t kiss his boos-boos.” Shane mumbles under his breath.

“Irrelevant. My point is, we’re all out here Tindring and Grindring and cruising hard for trade at the bar, and the bitch who can’t even figure out how to screenshot runs into someone on the goddamn street. Un-fucking-believable!”

“What exactly is Gr-”

“Who, if you are to be believed, is a gorgeous set of cheekbones with an immaculate ass?”

“Yes. That is all true but I don’t even know his last name or where he works or if he’s a serial killer who’s going to chain me up to his radiator and make me live off of Mountain Dew and Fruit Loops!”

“Oh my god! I told you to stop watching that true crime channel.” Chris makes his way around the rack of clothes shaking his head. He takes Shane by the shoulders and looks him dead in the eyes. “I love you, Shane. You are one of my best, good friends but you have to stop being afraid of things you haven’t planned down to the last detail. Sometimes life happens in the chaos. Let life happen to you.”

He’s right. Chris is right.

Being cautious is one thing, but letting it keep him from something that could possibly bring a little bit of joy into his life is ludicrous.

Shane takes a deep breath and pulls in Chris for a tight hug. “Thank you for talking louder than the voices in my head.”

“Well, don’t say I never did anything for you. Oh, but do me a favor please? At the very least, get yourself laid for Christ’s sake. What’s it been, two years?”

Shane jerks away with an offended gasp. “I hooked up with that guy two months ago, thank you very much.”

“Someone paying you $300 after a gig to spank them in a hotel room is barely a hook up.”

“There was a candle. It counts.”

**

It was embarrassing how much time Jamin had spent picking out a restaurant. He asked Shane his preferences and his response was less than helpful.

I will literally eat anything. I mean it. Chocolate-covered grasshoppers are delicious.

So, that really didn’t narrow down the choices.

In the end, he decided on a little place his sister had taken him for brunch a few weeks ago. It was a few blocks down from his apartment and he had walked passed it probably a hundred times without realizing what was inside. The restaurant’s exterior was nondescript but the unique setup inside made up for it. There were floor-to-ceiling books on one side surrounding the bar. Dark hardwood floors and reclaimed wood tables made the whole atmosphere cozy. The back seating area was a sunroom with white-washed walls and natural light flooding in through huge windows. There was also a garden patio complete with ivy-covered brick, and quaint little two-top tables perfect for when the weather would become even nicer in the coming months.

Something tells him Shane will appreciate the eclectic nature of the place.

*

Jamin had been nervous all day. He showered and shaved and changed his clothes three times but it was still too early to leave. He didn’t want to seem too eager, but they are meeting at the restaurant so he can always get a drink or two in before Shane gets there. Maybe it will help his nerves.

He is finishing up his second Jameson when Shane walks in precisely five minutes early.

The only thing the same about him is the dreads half tied back on his head. Shane is all boy this time, broad-shouldered and lean wearing a black and white patterned tee underneath a blazer with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and fitted gray slacks. With his face bare of makeup, Jamin can see he has a jawline to die for and he can make out pretty blue eyes behind his round glasses.

Jamin is so distracted by taking in Shane completely out of drag he doesn’t even notice he’s been staring until Shane raises an eyebrow.

The other man has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face when he says, “Hey! Nice to see you again!”

Jamin laughs at himself a little before responding. “It’s nice to you again too. Sorry. You just look so different from the last time I saw you.”

“Good different?”

“Yes. Yeah, really good different.”

Shane nods and before he looks down at his feet, Jamin can make out his genuine smile and the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Can I hug you?”

Jamin hears himself say it but doesn’t think it’s really him. Because when’s the last time he asked anyone for a hug?

Honestly, probably never.

He knows he’s smiling with all his teeth too which probably looks a little odd to an innocent bystander but Shane just looks so shy and bashful and sweet at the compliment.

Shane brings his eyes back up and smiles even wider, opening his arms and coming forward.

Jamin is a few inches shorter than Shane so his chin fits right in the crook of his neck. He should be self conscious about the fact Shane can probably feel the sweat on his temple that popped up when he walked in, but he’s too preoccupied by the man’s racing pulse against his cheek.

It’s nice, and it has been a long time since Jamin has had anything nice in his life.

A few seconds after it starts, however, someone clears their throat behind them. Jamin turns to find the hostess trying to hide a smile.

“Sir, your table is ready.”

Jamin lets Shane go and follows the hostess. He gestures with his head for Shane to follow behind them. “C’mon, then.”

He feels Shane put his hand low on his back while they wind their way through the dining area towards their table in the sunroom, and he knows he’s grinning like an idiot again.

The weight of his hand is grounding. It makes him realize this is real. It isn’t some faceless person he’s fantasizing about while he’s trying to fall asleep at night. No matter what happens, he knows if he plays his cards right he could at least make a very good friend out of this.

**

Shane isn’t sure what his expectations had been for this date. Sure, he was hoping he’d have a nice meal with a nice man but even for someone usually so upbeat Shane can’t stop smiling.

As he sits down and opens the menu, he looks over at Jamin doing the same. The man looks absolutely delicious. His faux hawk is styled just so and he’s biting his lip around a piercing that Shane finds himself desperately wanting to know what it feels like to kiss.

It’s hard for Shane to see in himself what others see, but the way Jamin looked at him when he walked in set him on fire.

Even when he’s told himself he is absolutely not hooking up with this guy tonight. Absolutely, under no circumstances, will he give in and bend Jamin over this table right here in front of God and everybody on a Friday night.

He already feels a connection to him and he wants to see where that can go, damnit. Sex can complicate things for Shane. It makes him want to cling onto a person, and he confuses sexual attraction for something deeper.  If what he’s feeling is actually more than lust, everything will fall into place.

Then, and only then, they can fuck like bunnies. He nods his head at himself proud of his decision.

“What?”

“Huh?”

“You were just nodding your head. Did you find something you wanted to eat?”

Shane cackles abruptly because Jamin has no idea what he really wants to eat is him. Jamin starts chuckling too but still has a questioning look on his face.

“Just, um, I was thinking about how nice you look.”

Jamin looks genuinely surprised before he gestures down to himself. “I guess I found a way to make the Dad bod work.” He pulls a silly, wannabe sexy face that makes Shane laugh again.

“Dad bod? Please! I’ve never thought about any dad the way that sweater over those biceps is making me think about you.”

Shane is saved from saying too much more by the server coming over to go over the wine list and specials.

Once the two have ordered they make small talk over a couple of glasses of Shiraz. Shane learns Jamin’s last name, that he is a photographer, and that he cannot stand mayonnaise.

And Shane tells him how he got his drag name, that he plays the violin, and that he is obsessed with mustard.

The conversation flows easily. Even when Shane goes off on a tangent about this absolutely fabulous pair of suede booties he found thrifting the other day and what outfits he could wear them with for his next performance, Jamin looks so interested.

Around the time their meals arrive, the topic shifts. Shane is just taking a bite of his lamb chop when he hears Jamin sigh. He hopes he’s not boring him.

“You don’t like what you ordered? Do you want to switch?”

“No. That was a happy sigh.” He reaches over and grips Shane’s hand. “I just feel like this is going really well and I’m glad.”

“It is. There’s nothing worse than a bad first date.”

“Had a lot of them?”

“Well, no. Not particularly, but I’ve had a couple of doozies.”

Jamin lets go of Shane’s hand and swirls the red wine around in his glass before he asks, “Care to share?”

“No. I mean, yes I’ll share.” Shane giggles a little. “Maybe some joy can come out of my misery.”

Jamin sits back in his chair,  and makes a gesture with his hand for him to get on with it.

“Okay. So, there was this beautiful man that came to a few of my shows that  I enjoyed admiring from across the bar. One of those situations where I know I don’t stand a chance but, fuck! It doesn’t hurt to look, you know what I mean?”

“Nope. No clue because you are delightful.”

“And you are blinded by candlelight and a bottle of Shiraz. Anyway, so it turns out we have a friend of a friend of a mutual friend who ends up introducing us and we decide to go out. On paper he was great. He had a job, personal trainer, and he was coming to pick me up in the car he owned. Everything was setting up to be amazing. Well, he gets there and the first thing he tells me is I have to ride in the backseat because the front one is broken. It was a two door. So, me and all of my five feet of legs have to scrunch up in the backseat.”

He sees Jamin trying to not to spit out the food he just ate and he succeeds, barely.

“Yeah. We get to the restaurant and he eats off my plate. Not like asks if he can eat off of my plate or if he can have some. Just in the middle of a conversation starts eating my chicken parmesan.”

Jamin looks suitably offended on his behalf. “Is this guy for real?”

“It gets better. I was ready to bolt after that but he convinced me to go to a party at a friend’s house that was right up the block. I caved because I’m way too nice sometimes. We get there, he has two shots of Bicardi, and he is gone. The ass is slurring his words and hanging all over me. Ugh! Even people I didn’t know looked like they felt sorry for me.”

“I feel sorry for you, and this was how long ago?”

“A few years ago. Oh, but there’s more. He looks at me with this drunken, serious face and asks if we can go out on the porch to talk and cuddle. Cuddle. At that point, I was already formulating my escape so I figured outside was closer to freedom.”

Jamin laughs so loud the two tables beside of them turned to stare. “Oh my God! This is priceless.”

“So, we go outside and before we can even sit down I pretend like my phone is going off. I told him my dog was sick and got a ride out of there as quick as I could. I don’t even have a dog.”

By that point Shane can’t help it. He is laughing along with Jamin who is wiping tears from his eyes. “That takes so much pressure off of me. Holy shit! I promise not to eat your food.”

“What about you? Do you have a worst first date story? It can’t be as bad as mine.”

“I think the worst part about my dating history is that it’s probably been five years since I’ve even been on a first date.”

“Seriously? I don’t mean anything by that, other than you just seem so, I don’t know, dateable?”

Jamin waves off Shane’s worries, laughing softly. “I get what you mean and yes, at least five years. I was in a relationship with a guy for about four years. We ended up moving in together. I found out a week after arranging our furniture that he had been cheating on me for at least the last six months, and we broke up spectacularly. That was a year ago, and this is the first real date I’ve been on since.”

Shane knows he’s staring. He knows his jaw dropped but he just can’t believe it. He puts down his fork and  looks at Jamin who is trying to make himself smaller. He seems like he’s in another world, sipping his wine and looking at something past Shane’s shoulder.

“Hey” Shane says softly.

Jamin tilts his head slightly and grins crookedly at Shane. “I’m sorry for bringing down the mood.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Thank you.”

“And if it makes you feel any better. My bad first date guy texted me the next week and asked for his money back for the date since he ‘wasted his time’. I texted him ‘fuck off’ and haven’t heard from him since.”

Shane never thought he would be so glad to see someone laughing at something so mortifying.

**

Shane is like no one Jamin has ever met before. He laughs easily and often. There is a sparkle in his eyes that makes it hard to stop staring. He hopes he at least made it look like he wasn’t thinking about kissing the freckles he can see under Shane’s collar because he really didn’t want to be that guy quite yet.

They pick out a dessert to eat together and at least he can say it was shared with explicit permission.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be some scary footnote at the end of another date a few years from now.”

Shane snorted a laugh. “I promise not to stab you with my fork if you help me eat dessert.”

The two men leave the restaurant and walk without any real destination. Jamin kind of doesn’t want the night to end and he hopes Shane feels the same way. He’s trying to work up the courage to ask if he wants to do something else when Shane grabs onto his forearm to stop him.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. I’m going to get an Uber…”

“Did it go that bad?”

“What? Oh my God! No!”

Jamin laughs and shakes his head, running his hand down Shane’s arm. “I’m kidding.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, I was just going to say that I’m going to call for a ride because I don’t trust myself around you. Um, I’m really attracted to you….”

“I’m failing to see the problem.”

Shane scrunches his face up and turns to look down the street before he speaks again. “I don’t want to fuck this up and sometimes, well a lot of the time, I jump into bed with someone before I give it a chance to become something more. I don’t want to do that with you.”

Jamin relaxes a little when he realizes what the real issue is. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. It’s more than okay. I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable with me and if you want to go home I’m not going to stop you.”

He sees Shane’s face break out into a smile as he pulls out his phone. It takes a few minutes for him to find a driver but Jamin doesn’t mind. He hasn’t let go of Shane’s arm yet so he’s taking advantage of the gesture.  Plus, he’s really kind of adorable to watch when he’s trying to work technology. With an air of triumph, Shane finishes and he turns the screen around for Jamin to see.

“Alright. We’ve got 10 minutes. Do you want to make out a little?”  

Jamin doesn’t even answer. He just pulls him in by the grip he still has on his arm. Their lips meet and Jamin’s heart jumps into his throat.

It’s hard for him to describe how he feels in that moment. He just knows he’s not sure how he’s ever going to not do this again. He feels Shane hum a little against his lips before he pulls back.

Shane looks pretty content but he also looks like he’s trying really hard to figure something out. Jamin reaches up and touches his cheek. “Stop thinking so hard. Just kiss me again.”

The taller man grabs him by the back of the neck, bringing them together. He opens his mouth against Jamin’s using his tongue and their kiss turns hotter. Jamin moans and moves his grip to Shane’s hip to pull him closer.

He feels Shane lick his lip ring and nip at the flesh beside of it before he starts running his tongue along the roof of Jamin’s mouth. Jamin growls a little and moves him backwards towards the brick wall a couple of steps behind them. He puts his leg between Shane’s and tears his lips away to start sucking kisses along the bottom of his jaw. Shane whines a little and runs his hands through Jamin’s hair.

“That’s not fair.” Shane sucks in a breath when Jamin nibbles at the skin right under his ear, and presses his hips forward.

Jamin groans a little at the sensation. “Now who’s not playing fair.”

Shane chuckles mischievously, and Jamin kisses him hard again grinding his hips back into Shane’s, turning the chuckle into a whimper.

He anchors himself to Shane’s mouth with his hands in his dreads and angles his head to deepen the kiss. Shane runs his hands up Jamin’s shirt, ghosting across the planes of his back and Jamin takes the opportunity to grab a handful of ass. It seems like they are that way forever, running their hands over each other’s bodies, exploring, but in reality it’s only a few minutes.

Because with his hands in a very strategic location, he can feel Shane’s phone buzz in his pocket with a notification which he knows means his car will be here in a few minutes.

Jamin tries to pull away but Shane guides him back in, kissing him softly once more and then another time before he leans down a little to put his forehead on his.  

They are both breathing heavily trying to calm down a little. Jamin feels a little bit better knowing he isn’t the only so affected by their activities.

Jamin starts a little when Shane throws his head back, cracking up. He can’t help but laugh too because that laughter is really fucking contagious.

“I’m trying not to take offense to the fact you are laughing so loudly after kissing me.”

Shane calms down a little and grabs around Jamin’s shoulders swaying a little back and forth. “No, definitely not. It’s just… I was so worried to go on a date with someone I didn’t really know because they might be some crazy, psycho killer but, honestly, I don’t think I would even care if you tried to off me at this point.”

“Oh, really? Good to know.” And it’s Jamin’s turn to cackle then. Shane breaks away batting Jamin on the shoulder.

Shane’s car pulls up at that moment and Jamin grabs the bottom of his shirt, bringing him in closer for one last kiss. When he finally gets enough, he looks back up through his lashes at the grinning, beautiful man in front of him.

“So, I’ll see you again?”

Shane giggles and shakes his head incredulously.

“Just try getting rid of me.”