#and a prude who is seen as judgemental of others so needs to be fucking destroyed in an unsafe way

[wild-at-mind]

I wonder if I could develop a fetish for being the sheltered loser kid who needs to be taught to live a little in a teen movie.

[virtualgirladv]

What's your worst take?

Like how am I meant to know? Everything I think in general I probably think is normal until proven otherwise. Or if I think it then I must think I'm right and everyone is wrong.

Gonna list some random things that I often disagree with people about and y'all can figure out which is the worst take.

People care too much about other people's kinks and need to actually enjoy sex for once

GLaDOS is a milf

You should make friends with people who like stuff your ehh about, keeps you from being a fascist

Cold pepperoni pizza is great

You should have friends that are very different age from you, keeps you from being a prude of a boomer and younger people need adults they can talk to about life without judgement because we're social beings and the world is fucking hard without experience and guidance

Puns are great

You should say you love your friends more, it isn't weird fuck you

Y'all can't put sriracha on everything, try other sauces sometime. Different ones compliment different foods. Also Huy Fong sriracha, the roster one everyone knows, is mid af now try another brand

It's okay to be picky just don't be a cunt about it, this applies to everything, even dating, even friendships, even family, everything

Tumblr is only good cause the decade of community, it'd be better if they all just like moved to cohost or something

People play EDH too slow or make generally unfun decks often

You should like pay artists if you can, you'll get the best stuff you'll love forever out of it

I love Linux but it isn't for everyone so stop recommending it for every problem

You should lie to your landlord

Chips should be crunchy, fuck those wafer thin shits they try and sell you

Charities shouldn't need to exist, it's a sign of a problem, not a solution

Being rude to someone being an asshole is valid af, people who don't respect others don't deserve respect

Cargo pants are fucking great

You should be cringe on purpose to kill the weak and vain

No one has the same gender, it's fucking free form art

Triple A games suck so much 99% of the time, the file off all the potential to general appeal

Indie films will either be the most amazing or worst thing you've seen and that's good

Pop music isn't a genre, its a business model

Fuck grammar and spelling. You fucking know what people are saying. We've done this for millennias. Cuntwaffle and yeag aren't "real" words but you know exactly what I mean

You're a cunt if you don't at least try to say someone's name correctly, like deserve to go to hell shit

[milkttea]

don't be scared,don't ask to ask for something about the pee oh the poop.

I would like to request a request about a quirkless!college! AU where hawks is an idiot fuckboy scumbag who harasses the reader and bullying him until the reader can not bear it anymore and decides to take revenge (dom!reader,femdom and ¿¿mommy kink i guess??).

few days ago I read some fics(NSFW)so they involve dabi and hawks some of them were misogynous incels and other they 2 bullied the reader,they all have something in common,the reader defends himself and puts them in their place until they're begging and pleading,yes,it involves dom!reader.

and I loved it,it was very satisfactory to read them and I was a little disappointed when I no longer find more fics like this,where the reader does justice by his own hand.

That is why I was looking for a blog with open orders,to ask for more of this content and feel a pleasant satisfaction,but if this is too much for you then ignore it,just let me know.

Idk your pronouns so I’m gonna refer to you as anon,, anon you are too kind to me 🥺

Now for pure filth😈 I saw the request and just OOOOO I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I will gladly put hawks in his place like the bratty little bottom he is.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, mommy kink? Mommy kink, hawks being a sub, femdom, no condoms on oops wrap it before you tap it y’all.

(If you want this to be gender neutral it could be read that way too ☺️, Mommy and Daddy can be used for both genders sometimes👀👀)

Everyone is 20+ remember to stay safe everyone!

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙮 𝙂𝙡𝙚𝙚

College wasn’t going to be easy and knowing Takami Keigo, or as he commonly went by Hawks (though you never called him that), only made the experience even worse for you. Having known him for the worst part of four years meant that you’ve seen him through his phases of late high school and early college.

He hasn’t changed much, if his douchebag tendencies and fuck boy antics have anything to say about it. You truly couldn’t stand him and would rather not see his face ever again and you really thought you could escape him, but of course life decided to fuck you over once again and have you both go to the same college.

He would personally make it his mission to tease you about being a prude and boring and never doing anything that would bring any danger. Usually these comments wouldn’t bother you, you’d ignore them for two years already, but something about it irked you even more this time.

So you ignored his existence, no responding to his comments, no yelling at him, nothing. It bothered him more than you knew that his favorite little toy wasn’t responding. This is why he wanted to find you at the school library since he knew you would be there and he was right, of course he was right he’s always right.

He went there during the lunch period when he knew you would be there, it was less crowded and you preferred to be in a quieter place where you could watch whatever without judgement. He spotted you walking into one of the private rooms and made his way over to most likely harass you again as he usually does. However, he was stopped as he noticed a guy that followed after you and shut the door.

Said guy was a friend of yours who also happened to have a common friend with Keigo, he was inviting you to a party that would be happening later that day. Now it was a Friday, so that meant no classes the next day and normally you would decline but considering how stressed you were feeling you decided to give in and accept the invitation.

Your friend had left after telling you about the invite, little did he know he was being watched by Keigo the entire time. Keigo enters your room soon after as you sit at the desk in the room with your lap top open working on your latest assignment. You had your headphones in so you didn’t notice him at first since you were so focused, until his feather necklace went over your screen as he leaned over you.

“So, who was that?”

You raised an eyebrow at him before letting out with annoyance.

“Who was what?”

He just stared down at you, the tension in the room raised with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You just didn’t know why he cared so much about who your friend was, not like he was close with you or anything, he was more of a constant annoyance to you if you were being honest.

“Don’t act coy with me (Y/n), who was that guy who was just talking to you?”

You stared at him before letting out a scoff.

“Aw Keigo, that’s so sweet of you to see who I’m interacting with but, it’s none of your business sweetheart,” the pet name had heat rushing through Keigo with the way you said it in such a demeaning way, “now run along before I make you.”

He was frozen if he was being honest, the way you told him off just did something to him, not that you’d notice as you went back to your work. Getting out of his stupor he left the room quietly without a glance in your direction. Odd to say the least, but it was Keigo what else can you expect.

The interaction you’d had hours before had slipped completely from your mind as you were getting ready to go out to the frat party. You got ready pretty quick, not wanting to take too long unless you wanted your friend to drag you out by your hair.

Arriving at the house that the party was at was as you expected, loud and obnoxious with the smell of alcohol and cheap liquor all around. Truly the college experience. That was for the newbies though, there was always a tamer side where the upperclassmen could be and indeed there was.

You soon found yourself nursing a random alcoholic drink that you poured yourself while you chat with some people you were friendly with. Honestly you weren’t expecting much to come out of this, but the universe just loves to ruin your expectations and lo and behold Keigo Takami was here talking to some random girl. Why it bothered you you didn’t know.

Maybe it was because you knew he was a sleaze or the fact that you wished he could some form of humanity towards you. Truly you don’t know.

He makes eye contact with you and by some weird force of nature you follow him to a secluded area in the hallway, you curse inwardly towards yourself for following him. You’re a fool.

“Well if it isn’t (y/n), didn’t know these kinds of party’s were your thing?”

He holds a drink in his hand, most likely a beer of some kind judging from the lack of variety in the drinks that were in the fridge.

“Well I was invited by a friend and it’s not like I had anything to do today, I’m for once caught up with all my work, ‘m actually a little ahead.”

You took a sip from your cup with a slight smack to your lips as you licked away some of the slight residue of your drink. Keigo eyes the way you lick your lips before tilting his head and focusing on your face. You notice as you lift an eyebrow toward him in confusion.

“I can’t figure you out.”

Your eyebrow goes down as you narrow your eyes at him.

“What do you mean?”

He scoffs, as if to say that you should know the answer already.

“I just know there’s got to be something you like about me, maybe not my personality cause it’s shit and I know it, but I just gotta know what you like about me.”

You let out a scoff of your own as you take a tentative sip of your drink once more, eventually letting out a sigh with your response and with an almost regretful statement you continue with your speaking.

“You want me to be honest? You’re hot.”

Keigo, who had been taking a sip as he waited for your response, choked a bit on his drink as he let out coughs. He honestly was not expecting your response, he knew he was attractive but he wasn’t sure if you thought so.

“Really? You really think so?”

“I’m not blind Keigo, your attractive. Honestly if you weren’t such a brat I’d have fucked you already, but for some reason you just hate me.”

His eyes widen and he has to take a moment to double back and think about your words. Just hearing you call him a brat and thinking about you fucking him sends heat straight to his crotch.

“You think I hate you?”

“HA! I know you hate me, why else would you torment me all throughout high school and through college. You would go out of your way to make sure I was just having a shitty time.”

He gets closer to your form and backs you against the wall of the hallway before whispering in your ear with as much breath as he could.

“Maybe I just wanted attention from you,” and with a particularly breathy moan he says, “Mommy.”

You shiver involuntarily and reach back to the back of his head and grab his hair and pull back, hard, drawing a slight moan from the man in front of you.

“Well baby boy, maybe if you would have asked nicely I would have given it to you.”

He lets out a shiver of his own, his knees buckling slightly as you keep a firm grasp on his hair and pull the feather around his neck. The action seems to spur him on as he grabs your waist and lets out an almost silent moan. To anyone else it may have looked like he was crying and that you were comforting him, but oh they should know better.

You place your knee in between his legs and rub it it up and down his growing erection, as he lets out more whines and whimpers.

“I always knew you could be a bottom Keigo,“ you let out with a coo. He just continues to whine and you knew that you needed to do something quick before this went any further in a hallway within a frat house of all places.

“Baby boy,“ he nods, “I need you to listen to me alright? Your going to walk out of this house and wait outside for me and I’m gonna follow in a couple minutes then we’re gonna head out of here together, okay. Then I’m going to take really good care of you, you’d like that right honey?“ 

He lets out a louder whine as you put your hand around his throat to quiet him and then with a last slow rub on his crotch, pushed him off of you in a slightly rough manner. He takes a minute to compose himself and leaves to tell one of his buddy’s that he’s going to head out, not something out of the ordinary since he dips out more often than not.

You stay true to your word and tell one of your friends that you’ve had your fun and decided to head home, they trusted you to be home on your own, you only had the one drink you’d poured yourself. After waving a final goodbye to the small group you were talking to, you head out the door and look for Keigo, finding him hunched over on a bench nearby. You calmly walk over and see him with his dick in hand and stroking it fast.

“Oh baby, you couldn’t wait for me could you? Well sweetheart, you’re gonna be punished for this, but you know that right,” he let out a strangled whine as you took his hand off his cock and put it back in his jeans very softly making him cry out.

Not soon enough you end up back at your house after a very long, not really only 5 minutes at most, uber ride. The poor uber driver, you made sure to tip him more as Keigo had no shame in moaning in your ear about how badly he wanted you and how badly he needed you to touch him and take care of him. The Uber driver put the music up louder after a pointed stare.

After arriving at the house and exiting the car, with a very sorry look to the driver, you entered your house with Keigo trailing painfully behind you. The minute that you were in your house and locked the door, Keigo had pushed you against the wall with his arms next to your head.

“Don’t tease me, little mouse. You and I both know I could easily ruin you,” he says to you as he stares you in the eyes with a flushed face.

You simply stare back and watch him react as you put your hand on his throat and squeezed slightly. He immediately became responsive as his arms slacked and fell to your hips as you put your mouth near his ear and hummed slowly. The action spurred him to drag you through the house as you pointed out the direction of your room.

Once you reach your room you lock the door and tell Keigo to sit on your bed which he immediately does.

“The safe word is peacock, anything you’re not comfortable with tell me now,” he says nothing and repeats the safe word out loud making you nod your head.

“Get on your knees, now.”

He acts quickly as he assumes his position in front of you and waits for further instruction.

“You know Keigo, you’ve caused me a lot of pain, why don’t you make it up to me hm? Can you do that for me baby boy?”

He nods as he pulls down your pants and looks at your underwear, a growing wet spot forming that he kisses and sucks on making you pull his hair from the root slightly. Realizing that you’re getting a lot of pleasure he keeps going, making you moan out his name as he moved your underwear out of the way to pay close attention to your clit.

He continues his motions as he goes lower and licks and sucks there as well as your clit. Bearing your orgasm, you push head against you and hold it there as he keeps going steady and then when you finally release everything you let go of his head. He stops with a gasp as he drinks every bit of you and looks up at you with hazed eyes, looking drunk off of you.

“Look at you, pleasuring mommy like the good little boy you are? Want me to return the favor?”

He nods his head, too deep in sun space to form words and you coo at him.

“Get on the bed and take off everything baby boy.”

Moving quickly Keigo strips and sits on the bed waiting for you to do whatever you want to his body.

You walk to him and straddle him, leaning down to plant kisses on his neck as you leave marks. His moans fill the room and he whines when your hand makes contact with his dick and starts to rub slowly, up and down. Not fast enough for his liking, but he doesn’t voice his complaints not wanting to be punished.

“You’re such a good boy, doing exactly what I want. Do you want to cum, sweetheart?”

He nods fervishly as he moans louder when your thumb rubs the tip and swipes the precum down his shaft.

“Use your words, Keigo.”

He tries to let out a word, but doesn’t get the chance as his voice dies when you massage his balls too. The action making him buck his hips up to get more friction from your hand. You instead squeeze his dick as a warning.

“Naughty boy.”

You slip off the bottom portion of your outfit and sit down on him. Moving up and down slowly as Keigo lays back and pushes his head into the sheets as he moans loudly.

You continue riding his cock as he just moans and lets out grunts of your name. He nears his edge and you figure as his back arches and his dick hits a spot inside you that makes your head go back as your eyes close in pleasure.

“Mommy, mommy please move I’ll be so good to you, please just ride me!”

You chuckle as you do as he says and start bouncing up and down making him get closer and closer to orgasming. You stop moving once you also start to get to your high and he cries as you do so.

“Please, please keep moving!”

At this point he’s crying as tears start falling on the sheets. The sight makes you more horny and you bounce faster as you tell him to thrust up and match your rhythm.

He does so immediately and you find yourself cumming sooner as you use your fingers to mess with your clit and massage your nipples. You clench on Keigo, the sensation of both seeing you visibly tense up and then release has him cum harder than he ever has.

He lets out a series of grunts and moans as he comes down from his high. His hands grab your hips as you stay seated on him and rock slowly to get every drop of him out. A moment of silence passes as you both realize what exactly happened.

Yet, you both don’t mind as you both are in your room panting and waiting for your breaths to calm down. The air has shifted and both of you are glad for it. All those years of sexual tension went into this room and moment and it was euphoria.

[magpie-scribbles]

Ahhh I’m bit late but here is my part of the BNHarem ~*Collab*~

Title: Call Me

Pairing: F!reader X Maijima Higari (Power Loader)

Rating: E

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, sex work, older man younger woman 

Higari sighs, his metal tipped fingers tapping on his work table 11pm, 11 pm and he still had so much to do. Normally he relished having work to do, rather being a busy bee than not, but lately the stress had been catching up to him. The academic year was in full swing, and with more villain activity than usual he was beginning to wear...A lot of his projects (pet projects) were starting to fall behind because frankly he was too stressed and found himself getting upset with himself when he made mistakes or miscalculations, which seemed to be happening a lot in his overall raised tension.

Realizing he wasn't going to make any progress aside from going in circles. He slumps, plunking down onto the stool next him, thumping his head against the metal of the workbench and just...sitting there allowing himself to cool off...or perhaps it was wallow…

Bzzzzz bzzzzzzz he feels it as much as he hears it as an incoming text reverberates through his skull. He tilts his head, just enough to glare at his cellphone on the far end of the workbench; he could ignore it, he could...but he doesn't. With a groan he sits up leaning over to swipe the phone up to see the notification.

Oh...Nemuri.

"Heeeyyyyy, how you doing???" She follows up with a few heart emoji.

To someone on the outside looking in it might seem like she’s flirting, or that they had something going on. But he and Nemuri had been good friends for so long that he doubts he could ever see her as anything but.

"Fine" He types out simply, not in the mood for banter, he hopes she's not putting together a last minute bar hop.

"Ooooo"

"That rough huh?" 

"Stressed?"

The texts come in rapid succession. He sighs.

"I'm fine" He repeats; though it's nice to have someone that worries about you from time to time.

It takes her a moment to respond, he can see the little typing indicator, bounce along the bottom off his screen and then stop and then start again.

"Did you call her yet?? 👀👀👀" Her response finally comes and he groans.

He had a feeling she was going to bring this up sooner or later.

"No I haven't called her yet" He replies, grumbling to himself as he hits send harder than he needs to.

"You should, she could really help you relax 😌" He can practically hear he voice through the illuminated text on his screen, goading him.

He can feel his face heat up, he wasn't a prude...this was just...he wasn't a prude!

"Kayama" now beginning to wish he never picked up the phone.

"It's not just about sex Maijima, where's your head??😏😏😏" now she was just being cruel, he shakes his phone in his gripe blowing out a puff of air, wishing he could berate her.

"In all seriousness tho, she can help you out, it's her job, she's really nice!" She adds.

He sighs, deflating a bit, mulling over the idea for a while...he thinks he still has the card Nemuri gave him. 

Reaching into the front pocket of his jeans he pulls out a crinkled card, oh, yeah he had definitely washed these pants a few times. Luckily the card had been printed on heavy sleek looking cardstock. And even with the edges slightly worn and the the paper somewhat crinkled, no expenses were obviously spared as the elegant type face remained readable even after a few trips through the wash...which was good for him because if it hadn't then he'd have to ask Nemuri for the details and that's something he would not want to live through. 

He sighs, looking from the card to his phone, weighing his options...he was very stressed and Nemuri said it didn't have to be about sex...not that he didn't like that! ...Damnit…

Suckling on his teeth he slowly punches in the number printed in embossed gold.

___________

You settle down into the pillows and blankets of your freshly laundered bed, wondering if you even want to try and read the next chapter in your book that sat on your nightstand. The sheets were still warm from the dryer and damn, it was tempting to just nestle in and go straight to bed.

BBBZZZZ BBBZZZ

Your brow furrows, the sudden sound brings you out of your very important and very difficult decision. For a moment the sound eludes you as you listen for it again.

BBBZZZZ BBBZZZ

Oh fuck that was your phone, your head whips to the nightstand again; the illuminated screen blocked by the book you had just been considering as the device vibrates beneath it.

You grumble, you know it could be a client but most of them had the decency to not call this late…well most of them did. 

Grabbing your phone you gaze down to the screen, cocking your head when you see a string of numbers you've never seen before, hmmm.

Reclining back into the comfort of your pillow pile you answer.

"Hello this is L/N F/N speaking." You say, all business; not one to ever come off as unprofessional even if it was a spam call.

There was a long pause; you almost repeat yourself when you hear someone clear their throat.

"Miss L/N, this is Maijima Higari....uhhh, Kayama Nemuri said I should contact you." His voice is soft baritone with a bit of gravel to it, he seems very uncertain, but you know who he is right away.

To be honest you had been quite curious about him since Nemuri had told you about her fellow hero and coworker.

You worked a lot with heroes, some high profile ones too, but you've never had a client that was also a support specialist, or as Nemuri had put it, a keen inventor. You were intrigued.

"Ah Mr. Maijima, Kayama mentioned you-" you begin.

"She did?" He interrupts and you can hear him shifting away from the phone "motherfucker"  you hear the breathy hiss, and you have to keep yourself under control because you did not want your first conversation with the man you had been interested in hearing from, to be you laughing at him.

He must have realized you can hear him because there's more scrambling on the other end of the line.

"Sorry 'bout that...Nemuri...likes to talk." He sighs.

You chuckle warmly; she had mentioned he was somewhat proud and what she called "aggressively" shy.

"She definitely can be quite the gossip." You reply and you hear him groan. "Though I assure you, it's all good things Mr. Maijima."

"Somehow that doesn't put me at ease at all…" he huffs, and you can't help but let out a small laugh.

There is a pause again, and you decide to gently encourage him.

"So what can I do for you Mr. Maijima?" You ask gently.

There's shifting on the other end of the line again and then a small cough.

"I've...I've been stressed lately, like...more than usual and Kayama said that you might be able to help with that." You can tell he's a bit uncertain on how to ask for your services.

"Of course, I'd be more than happy to help, just tell me what you need and I'll set up an appointment. " You recline further into your pillows.

"Uh well...fuck I've never done this before…" he sighs.

"That's perfectly alright." You reply, waiting for him to continue.

"...I-I don't know?" He says finally and you smile, you like when they're honest; not trying to show-off.

"Of course, we can figure everything out along the way." You hum and you hear him sigh in relief.

"Alright, yeah." 

"How about I put you in for this Friday at 8pm, I'll make sure that we have the whole night free to get you settled." You make a mental note to put that in your planner (not that you could forget, you were surprisingly eager to meet him.)

"Today's Wednesday." He says in reply.

"Yes?"

"So you mean in two days? The Friday in two days?" You suppress a chuckle; definitely needed to relieve some stress.

"If that's an issue I'd be happy to-"

"NO!...No it's fine, just surprised is all." His voice trails off and he clears his throat. "Sooooo so how do I do this?"

You pause for a moment considering. There are a few luxury hotels and venues you've preferred to use in the past...but...you decide to throw caution to the wind.

"Let me give you my address." You reply, a very rare option you give to only your most trusted clients; but he was good friends with Nemuri and you trusted her judgement whole heartedly.

"Oh!...are you sure you're okay with that? I understand if you don't want to do that, safety and all, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable" You smile, he was already quite the charmer even if he didn't know it yet.

"No need to worry, I wouldn't give it to you if I didn't want to." 

"Okay, if you're okay with it." He replies warily and you smile to yourself.

"I'll send you a follow up text with my address and a reminder of the time; is this an okay number to send that to?"

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Perfect, well Mr. Maijima, I'll let you go and I'll send you my info."

"Yeah, sure...uh thanks for this Miss L/N." He replies.

"It's my pleasure." You reply.

He gives you a quick goodbye and then the line goes quiet; chuckling to yourself you scoot down further into your blankets and quickly add Maijima Higari to your schedule. Before opening Maijima's number and adding it to your contact list.

Nemuri definitely seems to have good taste in friends (well you're one of them.) He has certainly caught your attention...in a good way.

_______

Higari groans, while body deflating as his muscles relax somewhat...that was one of the most nerve-racking calls he'd ever made.

God he probably sounded like an idiot. 

Huffing, he looks back at his phone and opens up his chat with Nemuri.

"I called her" he writes before getting up from his workbench with a groan, back popping as he stretches.

His phone buzzes a moment later.

“Maijime it’s like 11:30 at night!” Nemuri’s text reads; he pales and looks at the time on his phone. 

Fuck....now he felt like an ass. He goes to respond, not even sure if he should defend himself or brush it off when another text comes in from a new number. Cocking his head he swipes it open.

“Hello Mr. Maijime, it was a pleasure speaking with you tonight, I have you all booked for Friday at 8pm and I look forward to spending time with you.” he swallows thickly, reading over the message a few more times, taking note of the little hearts on the end.

“This is her job, this is her job, she’s just being nice…”  he mentally berates himself.

Reading over the message one more time he responds.

“Thank you Miss L/N.” he pauses and then adds “Sorry ‘bout calling you so late, lost track of the time.” he hits send before he can chicken out, and shoves his phone in his front pocket; out of sight out of mind 

It’s only a few seconds before he hears the buzz of his phone again and he scrabbles to get it, not even sure why he put it away in the first place.

“Nothing to worry about sweetie, I’ll see you Friday.”

Higari decides he needs a very cold shower and then promptly after needs to put himself to bed...he’d deal with Nemuri tomorrow.

_______

You decide against the silk robe after some debate, donning luxurious Egyptian cotton instead. You'd rather not scare him off or look too presumptuous, after all he might be satisfied with your other talents, though Nemuri had said he could do with a good Fuck. You had of course laughed at her crassness, but you couldn't help but feel a spark of warmth in your belly, it surprised you, it had been awhile since you had, let alone for a potential client. 

You needed to be professional.

Giving yourself a once over in the mirror you found your attire agreeable. Your robe was a little longer than the ones you usually wore for your clients, coming to brush against your knees. But it was your favorite, plush and warm and while a bit promiscuous it was also classic. 

Your hair and makeup was in place and you gazed down to your phone

7:45pm

You hadn't received and cancelation call or text so at this point all you could do was wait.

Padding through your apartment on your way to the lounge you make a few quick mental notes.

Did you have both red and white wine as well as a few stiffer drinks just in case ready? Check.

Bottled water on ice as well and had you tea kettle ready with an assortment of teas just in case? Check and check

A few hors d'oeuvres, nothing too over the top? Check.

You come to settle on your favorite chaise as you finish your little check off; yes you believe you had everything ready…

Your intercom pings, and you quickly get to your feet and shuffle over, pressing the talk button.

"Yes?"

"Miss L/N, there is a Mr. Maijima here to see you." The doorman's voice responds.

"Yes of course please have him come up." 

"Of course ma'am."

To be honest no matter how long you had done this you could never quite figure out what to do with yourself while you wanted for a client to come up to meet you. Nothing ever seemed natural or smooth... it irked you. You wondered what other consorts did, maybe you should ask a few of your colleagues next time you go out for drinks-

There's a firm knock on your door, jarring you out of your thoughts. 

Giving yourself a quick once over you, smooth down your robe and slap on a warm smile before opening the door.

"Mr. Maijima, I'm so glad you came." You move out of the way, opening the door further to allow him in.

"Uh thanks, yeah me too." He lets out a nervous laugh as he shuffles inside. 

He was quite charming. Nemuri had shown you pictures but pictures can never do enough justice to some people. 

He was dressed in a bomber jacket, dark pull over and well worn jeans and boots. He looked comfortable, the perfect amount of dressed down; he looked like himself, not trying to put on airs like some of your clients. 

"Let me take your jacket while you get your shoes." You say warmly and he gingerly shrugs out of the fabric.

"Thanks." He replies as he leans down to untie his boots.

"Nice place you have here." He replies as he looks around from his lowered position. 

"Oh thank you!" You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as you look around your place fondly. "The main foyer is a bit much though." You add with a chuckle thinking to the decadence of the building's main entrance.

"Was pretty swanky." He replies nearly finished with his second boot.

"I assure you I'm much more down to earth." You reply and he perks up at that, you eye him curiously.

"Hehe, earth." He laughs and it takes you a moment to remember he's the Excavation hero and you let out a laugh, surprised by his humor.

"I wouldn’t have guessed you'd also be a man with a good taste in jokes." You reply and extend you hand out to him as he tucks his boots away. You have always been a fan of so-called bad jokes.

He seems to like that and puffs up with a smile, slipping his large hand into yours. Oh it was warm and rough; Nemuri did say he was good with his hands. 

"How about we settle in." You say nodding your head towards the lounge.

He nods and swallows thickly, still visibly unsure, but obviously not willing to back down.

You smile at him and gently lead him out of the entryway. 

As you lead him further into your apartment you had taken note that while he was untying his boots he could have very easily looked up your robe, but instead all of his attention was on you, his sharp grey eyes peeking out from a thick fringe of fiery hair. He was watching and listening to you not ogling you, it made your heart warm.

Yes, you had decided that he was certainly a catch.

You lead him into the lounge motioning for him to sit anywhere and he takes his place in one of the plush armchairs across from you chaise. You wish he would have opted for a closer seat but you want him to be comfortable first and foremost.

"Can I get you anything? Wine? Something stronger? Water, tea?" You ask.

"Uh water's fine right now, thanks." He replies and you crack open one of the water bottles and pour it into a crystal tumbler.

You hand it to him and leave the water bottle close to him on the coffee table.

"Thank you L/N." He replies and takes a sip.

"Please call me F/N." You say as you settle on your chaise, he pauses for a moment, mouth full before swallowing

"F/N…" he parrots, voice surprisingly gravelly despite the water he just drank.

You smile and nod your head.

He fiddles with the empty glass in his hands before looking up at you with genuineness; your heart flutters and you’re once again surprised by your feelings.

"Call me Higari."

_______

Higari slowly begins to relax as you talk, his posture loosening and his voice becoming less tense and formal. When he finally laughs fully at one of your jokes, you feel warmth wash over you in a pleasant wave of contentment. 

Despite his obvious relaxation you can’t help but notice he shifts every so often, adjusting his back or subtly rolling his neck. Small ques that make you realize that he wasn't only mentally stressed but physically as well. 

"Higari." You catch his attention as he excitedly tells you about a project he's working on. "Sorry to interrupt but is your back bothering you?" You ask softy and he blinks at you in surprise.

"Oh sorry, that noticeable?" He chuckles. "'S probably from hunching over a workbench all day." He's trying to wave it off, not make you worry.

"Would you mind if I used my quirk on you?" You ask gently, not wanting him to feel pressured. 

"Uuhhh, you haven't already?" He looks a bit confused and you can't help but let out a hearty laugh.

"Of course not, I would never use my quirk without your permission." You smile and you watch as his cheeks turn ruddy with blush. "Might I ask what you thought my quirk was doing all this time?"

He leans back a bit huffing softly to himself, trying to control his embarrassment. 

"Make me relax I guess?" He mutters under his breath and you smile fondly, happy that he truly was relaxed around you.

"You’re sweet, while my quirk does help people relax, I wasn't using it on you." You reply sitting up and gently patting the space next to you on the chaise. " could I show you, I'll stop if you don't feel comfortable."

He observes you for a moment, mulling over the idea or trying to pump himself up you're not exactly sure; but then he slowly gets to his feet and walks over to you.

"Never done this before…" he says softly as he looks down at you, trying hard to be open and honest.

It's one of the sweetest things you've ever had happen with a client and you gently take his hands and pull him down to sit next to you.

"That's perfectly alright, whatever you are comfortable with, whatever you want Higari." You say gently and give his hands a reassuring squeeze.

He looks down, his hands are so large in yours; turning them over in his he brushes the metal tips of his thumbs against your palms reverently, and you swoon a little bit. 

"Show me you quirk." 

You feel pride well in your chest.

"I would love to." You smile before adjusting a bit. "Lay down on your stomach, there should be enough room for you to lay down fully." 

He complies, seemingly throwing caution to the wind, but you can see the tremble in his arms as he lowers himself to the plush cushion of the chaise.

"I'm going to sit on your thighs is that alright?" You question.

It takes him a moment to respond and when he does it's a breathy "yes" and you're glad he's facing away from you so he doesn't catch the shiver that runs up your spine at the tone of his voice.

Slowly you crawl up his body, careful to let him feel every move, to let him know your position until you are sitting comfortably on his muscled thighs, your legs tucked on either side of him. He lets out a shaky sigh as you reach out and run your hands from his shoulder blades down to the small of his back.

"My quirk works best with skin to skin contact, you are certainly welcome to leave your shirt on or remove it." You begin your typical overview of your quirk when he moves beneath you suddenly, almost setting you off balance as he reaches behind his head. Fisting the fabric at his back and rucking it up over his head, fluffing up his hair as he does before letting the article of clothing crumple to the floor.

You're too surprised to move from his sudden boldness as he settles back down, neatly crossing his arms beneath his chin. 

After a few moments you manage to pull yourself together and you slowly, gently lay your hands back on his now bare shoulder blades and oh! Beneath your palms he is trembling; now you desperately wanted to sooth his frayed nerves.

"My quirk allows me to admit frequency through my skin, that I can channel into vibrations." You tell him gently as you smooth down his back again, slowly activating your quirk.

He tenses for a moment and then begins to relax into your touch.

"It can help muscle relaxation and promote blood flow." You continue as you knead a knot along his lat. 

"It ah- sounds like your quirk is definitely a benefit." His voice is breathy, almost sighing as he falls further into your touch.

"I like to think so too." You say fondly, you were really starting to enjoy his company and his kindness. "You were talking about one of your inventions earlier when I interrupted, I would very much like to hear more about it." And it was the honest to God truth.

He hums in contentment and from his position on his folded arms you can see a genuine smile grace his lips.

He quickly eases back into his explanation and his ideas as you allow you quirk to sink into his skin while you massage his tense muscles. Honestly you could listen to him talk for hours, even if you didn't quite understand some of it; it was fascinating and his passion and enthusiasm was a pleasant warmth that enveloped you.

Slowly his muscles begin to ease up under your ministrations and his voice begins to get more husky and more lax. You’re not exactly sure when he stopped talking but you suddenly notice the silence and the absence of his pleasant voice.

"F/N?" You blink, gazing up from you hands, to find Higari staring lazily up at you through the fringe of his hair. His stare is hypnotizing

"Yes?" Your voice is breathier than you would have liked.

For a moment he doesn't say anything and then he shifts, starting to roll on his side and you gingerly move to sit beside him, you barely have anytime to take in his sudden change when his large hand comes up, fingers brushing against your jaw tentatively.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly and you definitely swoon, you hand coming up to press his touch closer.

"I would like that very much." You hum, your blood singing at the thought of his lips on yours.

Slowly he rises up and you can feel him moving against you and as he does you feel his lower half brush against your hip and the strangest combination of pride and desire fills your chest as you feel the hardness straining against his jeans.

Everything seems to still for a brief moment and then his nose brushes against yours and you suck in a shaking breath as his lips press against yours.

It's like firecrackers, zipping along you skin, you feel your toes curl and you lean into him. He groans against you and slings his arm around your shoulders pressing you to him, your chest flush with his bare one. 

You sigh against him and he takes a moment to adjust, tilting his head, teeth clacking against yours as he slots himself against you.

You feel as though you are made of feathers, your whole body alight as you kiss him back feverishly. It's been awhile since you felt this and you can't get enough.

Letting out a small whine you smooth your hands down his ribs bringing them around to rest on his lower stomach; you feel the muscles jump against your fingertips and then he trembles against you letting out a wonderfully gravelly moan that reverberates in his chest. 

Then he's slowly pulling you back with him, laying back down against the chaise, tugging you on top of him. He pauses moving away to catch his breath, a hand coming up to smooth over your hair. Your breath hitches as you take him in; he's beautiful… his cheeks stained with blush, his grey eyes gazing up at you half lidded and hazy, pupils blown so wide the irises are halos of near silver.

"Can we…? Is this okay?" He asks hesitantly and you have to stop yourself from squealing in delight.

"It's more than okay Higari, I would love to." And you mean every word of it. 

He groans, lips parting to wet them before he cups your face in his hands and pulls you back down into a fiery kiss.

It's almost feral the way you move against each other, palming and smoothing down every inch of skin that you can. He slowly pushes your robe from your shoulders, the belt the only thing keeping it from coming free completely, and he lets out a strangled sound when he realizes you're wearing nothing underneath.

You quickly grab one of his hands and press his large palm to your breast and he quakes beneath you as he begins to knead the soft flesh. You instantly melt into him, moaning and moving against him in your excitement, his metal tipped thumb coming to press against your pebbled nipple. 

He's wonderful beneath you, shedding his shyness as his lips move from yours, coming to place open mouthed kisses against your jaw and neck. 

Your hands continue to roam across the wonderfully compact muscles of his torso, fingers pausing to flick at his nipples before moving to dig into his sides before sliding down to rest on his belt buckle.

You pull away and he lets out a whine as you sit up, gazing down at him, watching as his chest heaves. You wet your lips, thumbing his buckle to get his attention and his gaze darts down to where your hands rest, just above the straining tent in his jeans. Slowly his gaze drags up your body and then…

"Please…" It's breathy and needy, and you can help but let out a small moan as you nod and get to work.

You quickly divest him of both his pants, boxers and socks, leaving him wonderfully naked and needy beneath you, and oh is he a sight to see. 

Taut muscles tensing against soft skin, a smattering of coppery hair on his chest that tapers down his belly to a thatch of curly short hairs framing his perfectly sized cock that now lays dribbling against his stomach.

"Oh Higari, you’re beautiful." You purr, running your hands down his chest.

"Got nothing on you…" he grunts arching into your touch, practically begging you to go lower.

"Such a charmer." You reply with your finger sliding teasingly over his weeping head.

He arches, pale column of his throat on display for you as he lets out a moan.

"Y-you're perfect." He husks and you feel your chest swell with pride.

You pull back for a moment, much to his displeasure, but that quickly changes as he realizes you're removing your robe.

You quickly take the condom out of your pocket before discarding the clothing to the floor in a heap. Laying the rubber next to your calf for easy access. 

Straightening up you perch on his upper thighs and then slowly move your hips.

"Can you feel me Higari?" You hush knowing full well you’re dripping all over him. "Can you feel how wet I am?"

He lets out a needy moan and his hands come to clamp down on your hips as he rolls his hip, cock thrusting up into the cool air of your apartment. 

"Please, please, F/N...please." His words are soft and airy and you absolutely live for them as you roll your hips again, hand smoothing down his aching length.

"Anything you want love." You hush him and grab the condom, he's already so far gone he doesn't even perk up at the sound of the foil tearing.

You need him to pay attention. Tapping his hip bone he slowly comes to focus on you.

"Watch me Higari." You say and you slowly roll the condom onto his straining length.

You want to absolutely pamper him as he makes small little hiccups as you smooth the rubber down him before gently grabbing his base, moving up onto your knees hovering just over him.

"Watch me Higari…" you repeat and he's enraptured as you slowly sink down onto him, bottoming out on him completely in one go.

"Ha-ah!" He arches hands pushing you impossibly closer as he thrusts up into you though there is no more room left to fill.

Oh he's perfect, filling you to the brim, stretching you deliciously as he becomes an unabashed mess beneath you.

You try to move, but his grip is bruising, abdominal muscles tensing as he tries to keep himself in control.

"Higari." You sooth and he looks up at you, lips parted and eyes holding so much adoration it nearly knocks you over.

He lets up his hold after a moment and you lean forward, placing your hands and his chest to steady yourself. You give him an affectionate stare before you rise up, keeping just the tip of him inside before swiftly curling your hips and spearing yourself on his length.

He practically howls and throws his head back, and oh you want to see more of this, want to see him come undone.

You begin a rhythmic deep pace, making sure to swallow him whole on each downward roll of your hips. Higari is already a mess beneath you, now completely out of his shell on full display. In the back of your mind you briefly think he could have been a porn star if he put his mind to it.

He pushes you out of your thoughts as he grips your hips once more and tries to aid you in your movement, you can't help bit smile.

"Relax Higari, this is about you, I'll take care of everything…" you breath and he swallows thickly.

"Wanna help." He slurs "ha! You're so good, soso good." 

"Next time." You're even a bit surprised by how sure there will be a next time and Higari seems to take note of that as well as you watch his gaze unfocus and refocus.

You continue your pace, though your thighs begin to ache, it's too delicious to even think about slowing down; the way your positioned has your clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each roll of your hips.

You can tell he's getting close, the way he trembles and the way he tries to jerk up ever so often out of sync with you. His gaze catches you and for a moment you feel like your drowning. It's then you feel the pad of his thumb press against your clit; you gasp and look down to watch his metal tipped finger swirl around your delicate bundle of nerves, cock disappearing lewdly inside of you with each roll of your hips.

"Gonna, cum, wan' you to cum with me." He husks, bringing your attention back to him and suddenly you're on the cusp, the precipice. 

"Oh, yes, yes...Higari." your head lolls as you allow him to help, his hips thrusting up to meet yours.

And then he's curling, body tensing as he lets out a breathless moan, mouth slack and eyes fluttering closed as he starts to cum. 

That's what pushes you over the edge, his debauched display. And as you tumble over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyes, and toes curling you briefly wished you could feel him pumping you full.

It takes you a moment to come down from your brief jaunt in paradise, sagging against him, panting. You feel his grip on your hip loosen and he brings his other hand to your thigh, thumb coming to sooth over your skin.

You sit in silence as he softens inside of you and you know you should get up and tidy up a bit, but you're basking in the afterglow and you can't find it in you to care that much.

Higari lets out a pleased sigh and he looks completely and utterly satiated and relaxed; it warms your heart.

The next words that come out of your mouth surprise you.

"Stay the night." You whisper almost shyly and it quickly catches his attention.

He cocks his head observing for a moment.

"Do most of your clients stay? I don't want to intrude."  

You honestly are afraid to answer because the answer is no, they don't, and you suddenly feel so raw and exposed it almost scares you.

He must pick up on your nervousness because he gently cups the side of your jaw, brushing some of your sweat damp hair away from your face.

"I'd love to." He says and you feel your heart soar as you nuzzle into his touch.

[bisluthq]

hi I’m that RPF anon and first of all thanks for being polite and not completely obliterating on me on sight. I’ve raised this point in the past with other people and t’was a fucking mess, I tell you

In terms of your point, I think I understand where you’re coming from. The whole schtick with celebs purposefully marketing themselves as sexual beings/fantasies and thus, inevitably giving their fanbase the ammunition/material to concoct their fantasies upon. I suppose I’ve never thought of it from a capitalist point of view but it makes much more sense now.

Re the swiftwyn fantasies: idk if I’m being a prude/cupcake but it still seems weird to me. Like, Yh Taylor’s screaming from the rooftops about how she’s getting dicked down on the regular (truly iconic and jealousy inducing in this panoramic if you ask me) but going out of your way to write that up is...not something I completely understand??. But it’s clearly yours (and quite a few people’s) on this blog and given you’re not actively harming anyone, have fun I guess?? It’s confusing to me but so long as the people indulging in it are sane and acknowledge it’s a fantasy (just like any other work of fiction)...no harm done.

But with Joshlie, i do think it’s a bit strange as josh doesn’t market himself as a fantasy? Esp not a sexual one. Like I don’t think it’s fair to say wanting fame = marketing yourself as a sexual being because I don’t think he does that - the two, imo, can be mutually exclusive Also, WHO HAS THE HOTS FOR JOSHUA KUSHNER? pls, like Karlie I get - she’s the smoking hot thirst trap and half of this couple but josh on his own? Nah, he’s just hot by extension/association with Kar sorry not sorry

Now regarding After - I still view After as low-key problematic (the OG books far more than the films) because of how HS was portrayed. He’s supposed to be this mysterious playboy that his fans are meant to thirst after (which is fair and not completely unfounded) but he’s written as a toxic, abusive, gaslighting asshole because the author (she’s a whole diff can of worms to deal with, yikes) decided to just give him a new (v. inaccurate and harmful to young girls) personality.

And it’s not just After that I’ve seen this with, it’s a bunch of fanfiction, RPF and fictional stuff alike. But I suppose that’s again a whole separate problem (problem being the constant romanticisation of abusive behaviour, particularly when helmed by the pretty face of a celeb) to deal with in general.

And in terms of saying, ‘well the movie made bank and so did the people involved so it’s okay’ doesn’t sit right with me because as far as I know, HS didn’t make money off of this? If anyone has info on this please correct me but to my knowledge, the name was just changed to avoid legal problems but I could be wrong. And so jumping off this point, I don’t see how this movie is okay - everyone knows that this is HS fanfic but it’s also a shitty fantasy for young girls to indulge in because it is harmful imo. And tbh, as I’m writing this, world tiniest violin for HS’s image technically being exploited and repackaged without him being able to capitalise on it but the franchise as a whole, imo, is garbage and has a net negative effect. This is complex stuff and, as you can probably tell, I’m kind of on the fence here. Feel free to chime in on what you think ✌🏼

Yeah as I said this is a huge discussion point and one I find very, very interesting because I do see the “EEK NO” angle and was on that side of the fence for this debate for multiple years, so it’s not like I’m purely like, “Oh fuck it don’t be a prude” (well I do say that to people who’re like “HOW DARE YOU WRITE SOFT PORN ON THE INTERNET” but not to like a “is this ethical” debate). 

Re Harry making money off of After - it’s not that he got paid for it per se, but it being fanfic about him defs had people listening to his shit and looking him up more. It’s a symbiotic thing. Same as Idea of You - which has yet to become a movie - definitely leads to an increase in streaming. To me both projects have benefited Harry financially and in terms of growing his fanbases. Is it how he would necessarily want them to grow organically, like if he could choose? I’m not sure, I’d be fascinated to have a discussion with him about it, but I also think he wouldn’t pearl clutch about shit like that because in the end it does benefit him. 

Now we get to like “is this a positive portrayal or not?” which is another thing I personally feel strongly about and why, although I’ve - recently, like this blog is my first venture into this territory, my smut before has been fictional fanfic or original - started writing RPF I wouldn’t write an AU/crack pairing and I wouldn’t write about people who I didn’t think were in a healthy loving relationship. But that’s a moralistic judgement. Like personally I wouldn’t feel comfortable portraying anyone I was writing as an asshole. But.... would me portraying them as an asshole affect their lives? No. After blowing up is bad for young girls who’re being role modelled bad behavior but that’s not the result of it being RPF inspired, like it’s just a bad plot.

As I’ve said, in many ways Taylor has invited fans to imagine her and Joe fucking. Like she’s put out multiple explicit sex songs and yeah we’re allowed to think about that. While Karlie hasn’t, she has shown off her husband and my vibe is... the people on this blog - real people who get comfort from reading shit here and just vibing - find her and him hot and want to imagine them fucking. Even if he hasn’t really invited that, he’s very much featured as her husband in many of her videos and in her public life. He’s a ~presence. My Joshlie fic didn’t say aaaaanything negative about them, like it was based around a public event that we know he left drunk, and then they have fictional sex in their hallway. Is that true? Of course not. Idk. It’s a fantasy that people wanted to indulge because they find them hot. 

Then we also need to zoom out and look at the history of this type of shit because y’all know me I’m all for nuanced views and my obsession with the entertainment industry and the concept of celebrity and the histories thereof and such like... define me. If we think about how showmances and PR relationships started up - thinking in terms of the studio system - there’s a huge element of transference and fantasy. People wanted to see couples on screen be dating in real life. Why? Because then they could imagine their whole lives together, they could project the characters played onto the celebs in question. And that worked both ways, like if a couple was dating in real life, people wanted to see them on screen. That’s RPF. People were obsessed with Burton and Taylor acting together because they wanted Burton and Taylor not because they gave a shit about the film in question.

I think it’s very natural to fantasize. I think there’s a long history of that. And while I understand being like, “Eh I don’t like this” I don’t know how different the logic of going “here’s a short story imagining these famous people in bed” is from “hmmmm I really think Gaga and BCoop fucked because LOOK AT THE CHEMISTRY.”

We can say both are wrong but I also think we need to live in reality, we need to look at what’s profitable, and we need to look at history. And to me at this point it’s just... no big deal. 

I will say the Joshlie stuff would probs make them far more uncomfy than the Swiftwyn stuff would make Swiftwyn but at the same time there are weirder things written about all of them on the internet than me being like, “Here’s a sexy consensual scenario between two people who adore each other” and again people walk away from my blog as bigger fans of all four people by and large and ergo spend money on their shit so eh I’m not feeling like I’m crossing any lines.

And obviously like any smutty RPF scenario is fucking fiction.

Obviously.

[watery-lane]

Ride.

(REPOST)

Pairing: Modern!Michael Gray x Reader

Summary: People doing stuff Tumblr doesn’t want you to see.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2K

A/N: Reposting without gif because tumblr deleted it. Thanks, Obama. Trump.

It was starting to get annoying. The smirk on Michael’s face as he let his painful words hit on your chest was no longer attractive or funny and the smile plastered on yours was already losing its brightness as the night passed.

Michael had always been the first who confessed how lovely your sweetness and innocence was. How your rosy cheeks, swollen lips and glistening eyes were a sight sent from the angels above as you held back your cries and whimpers when he had you against the wall when you fucked in the bathroom stalls, legs wrapped around him and his mouth millimetres away from your ear whispering the most lewd and sinful words as he sought for his own release. How beautiful your soft voice sounded as you delicately pleaded, not daring to raise your voice, too shy to let people know you were the girl who was getting screwed so good between lessons. How much he liked to insist you to be more vocal, to tell them you wanted him faster, rougher. But now, surrounded by his bestest friends, he was all bravado. Your cautiousness was no longer cute, but something imperfect enough for Michael to make fun of.

At first you smiled and laughed politely, familiar with the typical macho conversations they liked to have between lads, your brain reading his intentions as in a way of protecting your image from the judgemental looks from the other girls sitting around the table. But the joke was getting longer and longer, and by the end of the night you were a XIV century nun who gets scared at the thought of seeing a bloody dick in the eyes of his friends. At this point you simply sank in your seat, letting them talk as your eyes focused on the darkness of the bar and your ears on the music. You clenched your jaw, annoyance pumping through your system as Michael’s words seeped into you.

“Alright, we’re here.” Michael stopped the engines of his car, turning off the radio as the rest hopped off the car, continuing their conversations as you remained seated next to your man. You were still thinking about everything you heard coming from his mouth, too distant to give him any sort of conversation during the whole trip back to your house. “Babe.” You heard him call you, his hand squeezing your thigh to bring you back from your thoughts. “Everything good?”

You finally looked at him, a slight hint of worry knitting his brows together. By his looks, you could tell he felt a little bit guilty. Not too much. He knew he should have stopped at some point, but he just got carried away, the laughs of your friends spurring the fire. You pursed your lips before nodding, brushing his hand off your thigh as you opened the door. Still in his seat, Michael sighed. He finally got out of the car, and followed behind you as you opened the door for your friends with the tightest smile on your face.

It was somehow clear there was a certain power dynamic when it came to you and Michael. Sure it was unsaid, but when it came to intimacy, he was always the one who had you wrapped around his finger. Obviously, he could be soft and gentle with you. After all, you were his girl, emphasis on the pronoun. He’d do anything for your pretty face. But your panties dropped whenever he pleased and whenever he wanted and your body bent like putty in his hands. Not that you didn’t love it, on the contrary: a smile always found its way through your face every time he had you on all fours and your wrists in his hand, every time he made you crawl to him like a cat. But he had never let you take the wheel, he had never let you play the bad guy, the fun part.

Tonight, that was going to change.

As Michael crossed the entrance and shut the door behind him, he saw you standing right under the living room door frame as the rest of the gang found chairs and a place on your ivory couch to sit. He approached you, hand resting on your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder. You were not in a good mood and the last thing he wanted to do was to argue right in front of your friends.

“I’m gonna go and slip into something more comfortable.” You announced, making Michael step back to let you go. Your tone was cold, yet it boomed around the room, capturing the attention of everybody, who nodded and gave you short responses. “Michael, come help me with the zipper.” You commanded, eyes never looking at him as you turned around and proceeded to walk upstairs. Behind you, your man frowned, nodding silently before apologising to the guests and follow your steps. Michael had seen you zip on and off that dress multiple times, not once you had asked him to help you with it.

“Listen, I get why you’re mad at —“ He started his defence while he strolled into the room you shared, stopping right in front of the bed as he waited for you to get close to him. If fighting was inevitable, he needed a decent reason to protect himself, regardless he was wrong or right. But his mouth closed shut when he heard you close and lock the door, the sound of the latch hitting the wood making him turn around to look at you.

“Take off your clothes.” You ordered already walking towards him, your hand already pushing his chest firmly.

Michael fell backwards, his body hitting the mattress and his head hitting the pillows as he looked at you with a deep frown tainting his features. You immediately hovered over him, tight dress sliding up your thighs as you rested your legs on both of his sides.  Instinctively, Michael tried to sit up again, his mouth already mumbling something before you grabbed a handful of his shirt and made him lay back again. You clicked your tongue, grounding your hips against his as you leaned forward.

He did not seem pleased.

His eyes were wide open and looking at you, nostrils flaring and jawbone protruding under the delicate touch of your fingers. He didn’t say anything, but his words were already in your head.

“You’ve been acting like an asshole the whole. Fucking. Night.” You ground your hips harshly with every word you pronounced, your hand cupping his jaw as you made him look at you.

Michael could be furious right now, but you didn’t care. You were going to make him listen, and listening will be all he what he does. His Adam apple bobbed under his skin and you could tell he was swallowing the words he was about to spit.

The rough fabric of his dark jeans felt harsh against your clothed cunt, and soon you were releasing his face to fiddle with the button and his zipper. You made your way and got rid of his jeans, his legs kicking the garment on the floor as he positioned himself better on the bed silently, the silhouette of his shaft pressing against the polished white cotton guiding you as you sat on it again, lips parting and wrapping around him. Your face was close to his, ears capturing his heavy and contained breathing lips close to the pulsing skin of his jaw and neck.

“Made me feel like shit,” The grip on his throat tightened slightly, his eyes immediately darting up to look at you when he felt the pressure. “made me look like a needy delicate child.” Your nose brushed against his skin before you took a bite, making him grunt at your contained annoyance. “I’m not little miss sunshine, i don’t fucking need to be taken care of.”

You aggressively pressed your lips immediately against Michael to take away his chances of speaking up, tongue straight up darting out and onto his lower lip, licking it before letting it in. You never stopped grinding against him, one hand holding yourself up and the other one finding its way to squeeze one of his arms, which were already sneaking on both of your sides to get a hold of you. What started as a rough friction in your core was now effortless and sleek, the cotton of his boxers marking the trail your wetness left behind. Your chest was already starting to heave, your clit pulsing with sensitivity and need as you sat straight again, hands sneaking on your back to zip down the dress and peel it off your skin.

“You’re going to face some serious consequences, sweetheart.” Michael threatened, eyes on your chest as he pleasantly watched your tits bounce out of your bra, hands finally moving to take off his own white t-shirt. His voice was cautious, deep. He selected his words carefully, just to let you know that it was okay for you to play the big boss tonight, but he was going to make you pay for it. You didn’t mind. You wanted to prove your point, you wanted to make your friends listen to the prude angel sing.

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” You spitted as you finally got rid of your thong, the black lace thrown somewhere in the room. Michael flashed a warning look at you as he grabbed your face with one hand, making you to show him a toothy grin. You were enjoying this. Firing him up, making sure that the next time he fucked you to be fun and rough. “Now, lay down. Sweetheart.” You mocked, smirk on your face as you saw him squirm under your weight and exhale frustrated.

Your hands reached for his warm cock, your fingertips feeling how damp it was already from the humping. You gave Michael a few pumps before letting it press against your soaking cunt, his dick sliding in effortlessly and stretching you nicely as you slowly sat down, a soft ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as you frowned. Under you, Michael bit his lips, hands squeezing your ass as you wrapped around him whole.

You started with slow, long strokes. Your hands were on his abs holding a great part of your weight, your pace so agonisingly slow you could perfectly feel every part of him sliding in and out of you. You kept the tortuous pace, watching Michael observing every single movement with a patience that was wearing down, lips parted as he let out soft frustrating groans.

You kept it like that for what it seemed like an eternity, the sweet torture product of your resentment and need of dominance. Michael could feel your juices dripping down his shaft, balls and onto the mattress, giving away how much you needed him fast and hard too. Torturing him was a torture for you too. A raspy ‘fuck it’ left his mouth as he proceeded to plant his feet on your bed so he could start thrusting into you. Before he could get a hold of your hips you bounced down again a little bit way too fast, causing the both of you to involuntarily release a needy moan as you got a taste of what you normally get. You lent forward after you settled down, his cock still filling you up as you leaned forward, hands and forearms on his chest as you move your index finger side to side as you tsked. Michael pursed his lips, still not so used to not being in control. He always had you on the ropes, always loved to have you begging and crying for his touch, sweet mouth too naive and pure looking to be asking him to go deeper, faster.

He was the one who taught you how good it felt to be fucked, how delicious it was to wake up every morning and go to your scheduled lectures and feel him still in your core. How exciting it was to come while the rest of the world lived in misery around you, oblivious of the two of you having all the fun they couldn’t have.

Michael Gray made you feel things you couldn’t even think your body could feel.

Michael taught you moves you could use to help yourself to get a little bit closer to ecstasy.

He relaxed eventually as he dropped his legs, giving in as you let out a satisfied chuckle. He knew that tonight, you wanted to play the teacher for once.

You started moving up and down again, hips occasionally grinding forwards and backwards as you let your sensitive clit get the feel, throwing your head back while you released a sharp cry as you felt how good he was stretching you. Or, in another words, how good you were making him stretch you.

There was this breaking point where you simply needed more, your punishment long forgotten as you felt your own needs compromised. You started to bounce faster, your movements erratic as your breath echoed all around the room, your cries and moans mixing with his groans and heaving. Michael would never admit it, but he was thriving. He had his sweet (Y/n) on top of him doing all the job, getting herself off with his dick as he watched himself disappear into you, taking control of the situation. He was going crazy. You, was making him crazy. You were proclaiming yourself a goddess as you rode him, and he was living for that. His goddess.

Michael commenced to thrust up as you went down, getting himself deeper into you, both of his hands roaming up your body before playing and squeezing your bouncing tits. You could hear him pant, soft moans leaving his lips and you could feel your chest booming and your blood rushing. You cried out harder, the sounds Michael was making getting you off better than the feel of his cock in your sweet cunt.

You were no longer bouncing on him, your hips now grinding just like you did a few times, too busy trying to get yourself to come with his pleads. You moved your hair to a side and leaned forward to hear him better, breathing the hot air he breathed out as both of your arms laid both sides of his head, never stopping the motion. You were close. So. Fucking. Close.

Your hand held his face from the jaw, making Michael to look at you as you chanted ‘yes’ ‘yes’ ‘yes’ between your teeth every time you thrust forward. One of his hand held your back as the other travelled to your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours.

Michael was becoming more and more vocal as he felt you starting to clench around him. Your hands found and tugged his hair, when your head was now resting next to his. That’s when you heard him.

You heard him cum, loudly. You felt him cum. His voice came out broken, raspy, right next to your ear. You felt him tense and remain still as he let himself go inside you. Through one eye, you could see the profile of his face contorting as he came undone, eyes closed and mouth completely open, groan echoing and bouncing on the walls as he held you tight against him before clenching his teeth. It was beautiful.

That’s when you came too, a loud cry in the form of his name pierced through your throat as you tried to hold yourself up again, hair falling on one side of your face as you looked down panting, never stopping your pace as you rode out from your orgasm.

It takes awhile for you to regain your composure, Michael looked at you with one hand under his head, enjoying the views like a panoramic scene. You let out a satisfied sigh before getting down the bed. Michael sat up, watching you moving around the room with a newfound confidence with a smirk on his face.

Silently, you put your dress back on, slowly zipping it back on you, your bra lost somewhere in your place. You didn’t think about it. You’d search for it later. You picked up your heels again, getting in them as you took a thin delicate piece of cloth with your free hand.

“What are you waiting for? Our friends are waiting for us in the fucking living room.” You said as you threw him what you had in your hands, your expensive undergarment falling right on his chest. Michael picked the soft black lace piece with his fingers, smirk fighting to come out as he watched you walk out the door. “Let’s see if they still think I’m a stuck up nun.” You paraphrased with a playful pout on your lips, making your way to where the party was with a little bit of Michael discreetly dripping down your inner thigh.

[ohjohnno]

Outrageous Fortune Reviewcap: S1E06 (”But Never Doubt I Love”)

Fuck the Hongs.

Yeah yeah, I know. I’ve said this before. And when I said that the worst was over, I meant it. But the fact that this episode’s Hong stuff is not the worst stuff we’ve ever seen from them doesn’t mean it’s any good. Suzy Hong’s consistent one-dimensionality was irritating from the moment we first met her, and it remains irritating now. Even the hamminess of the acting is, by this point, beginning to wear a bit thin.

Van’s plot in this episode is a whole lotta fuckin’ irritating nothing, which is infuriating, because there’s actually potential here for more. Having gotten Suzy pregnant with a boy, a couple of theoretically interesting threads are kicked off: firstly, Van finds himself a prisoner of his masculine indoctrination, convinced that he needs to try, in some way, to be the father to the baby that will eventually result; secondly, Tracy Hong, daughter of the elder Hong, finds herself a prisoner of the patriarchal culture to which the Hong family holds, knowing that the son gestating in Suzy’s belly has just leapfrogged her in importance. But Tracy gets about one line on this subject before it all devolves back into dumb sex jokes and cattiness, and Van just ends up bleating “but what about me?” to either Suzy or Tracy just about every time he’s on screen with either of them. Tracy and Suzy end up making up - remarkably easily, actually - and Van drops the issue in favor of another sex joke. Blech.

The one good moment in his plot comes courtesy of Wolf, who is consistently fucking hilarious this episode. Emphasis on “fucking” - he’s really horny up in there, opening the first scene after the cold open by telling a clearly very awkward Cheryl about how much he wants her, and this horndom hasn’t faded by the time a panicked Van visits him in prison, flailingly trying to ask his dad for advice on what to do after getting a girl pregnant without actually admitting that he’s gotten a girl pregnant. Wolf has his suspicions about that (obviously), but he’s a bit too horny to follow through on them; he just ends up lovingly, pornographically telling Van about the night he got Cheryl pregnant with him and Jethro, and his face is truly a fucking sight to see. 

As usual this season, Van’s plot only serves to drag down what is otherwise a solid episode, although this one is a little too transitional for me to really love it all the way. It is, however, an important milestone in one real regard: it’s our first introduction to Ted West as an actual character, rather than a fountain of endless age jokes. It also retroactively makes his behavior in the former episodes more interesting, because it suggests that there was more to it than met the eye.

After a particularly unfortunate incident involving a yoga trainer at the community center, Ted is left in Loretta’s care for an afternoon, and she takes him to the video hut so she can look after him while continuing to rake in that sweet pirate cash. But a woman catches his eye and he vanishes. It turns out that this woman is an old friend of his, and the exact manner of that friendship is one of the most interesting early moves this show made.

Firstly, Ted’s supposed dementia immediately vanishes when he meets this woman, which suggests that he’s been using his old age as an excuse to, first of all, essentially pull pranks on his family (hilarious) and, secondly, to molest women (not so hilarious). But as it turns out, there’s more to it than even that. Ted’s old friend Margaret is, so he reveals, actually a trans woman who used to go by Mark. 

Now, I’m pretty sure the actress is a cis woman, which is unfortunate, but the writing here is actually pretty interesting. Ted has no concept of the idea of “transgender” - he’s never even heard the term before - but the idea of prejudice doesn’t even occur to him; Loretta has to painstakingly explain to him that trans people face a lot of discrimination, and he seems quite taken aback. He accepts Margaret without even the slightest hint of any doubts or judgement, and it turns out there’s something deeper behind that, too. Margaret, before transitioning, was Ted’s cellmate, and it doesn’t take long for Ted to admit that the two had a romantic relationship therein. It’s a fascinating subversion of the usual prison-gay-sex jokes, actually, because while Ted does make the usual excuses - “You’ve got to understand that I was away from Rita for a long stretch” - he also seems really genuine in his love, and the transition of the person he loved in prison does not seem to have dimmed his love whatsoever. 

And that, in turn, brings us to the ever-complex Loretta.

Loretta is, at first, totally okay with her grandpa’s new choice of friend: “she’s an okay chick, for a bloke,” she says, and while that’s, erm, inartful to say the least, she is at least the only character who demonstrates any knowledge of what transgenderism really is and what it means to be trans. She understands that gender identity is distinct from sexuality, understands the prejudice they face, and is the only one to use the phrase “the transgender community”. 

And that all makes her behavior this episode all the more troubling, because the moment she gets any hint of the notion that there might be something deeper than just friendship going on here, she is nauseated. She gets paranoid about it at first, largely due to some insufferably homophobic mockery from Kurt at the video hut, and when Ted confirms her fears and tells her he’s been deeply in love with Margaret ever since she went by Mark, she’s just outright horrified. She might be the smartest West, but she's at least as instinctively, latently homophobic as Van, and knowing what she knows about Ted actually drives her to a state that can really only be described as homophobic panic.

She panics so hard, in fact, that she actually goes and visits Wolf in prison just to make sure he’s not secretly doing gay stuff on the side too. That’s hilarious, too - Wolf’s still horny as a dog in heat, which only enhances Loretta’s panic until she finally, and with overwhelming relief, learns that he doesn’t have a cellmate - but it’s a classic case of humor at the expense of a terrible person, which Loretta, once again, is proving herself to be here. 

It’s important to understand the exact nature of Loretta’s homophobia, though. Unlike Van’s bro-jokes about his brother looking “gay”, it’s obviously not rooted in any sort of machismo, and there’s definitely no shred of anything religious motivating her here (as will be made especially clear much later in the show). Of all people, Kurt is actually the one who has her number here: at the end of the episode, he notes that Loretta is fundamentally just a giant prude who really hates anything to do with sex in general, and the more non-normative it is, the more she hates it. She is, in other words, the exact kind of nerd I knew plenty of (and displayed shades of myself) when I was her age, and the exact kind who ended up morphing so readily into neo-nazis who today rant online about “degeneracy”. The fact that she doesn’t fit in with her hypersexual age cohort drives her to bitterly hate sex by proxy, which in turn has the effect of recreating the hyper-prudish religious type of mentality without having to involve religion at all. I’ve met so many people like this it’s insane, and it’s amazing that Loretta is, as far as I can recall, really the only proper depiction of that personality type I’ve found on TV. She’s a classic case of a nerd whose alienation from society drives her to instinctive bigotry that only hurts those even more marginalized, and it hurts to watch because it’s so real.

This plot is only beginning for now, so nothing of this actually concludes this episode. The same can’t be said for Pascalle’s plot, which is a continuation of what happened last episode. Judd’s sidekick really did love what he saw at the club that night, and that, of course, turns into something utterly unhealthy.The first sign that something is amiss is Pascalle getting a bunch of anonymous flowers, together with a message to meet a mystery someone in a park; when the mystery someone is revealed to be the sidekick (who goes, tragically, by the name Glen Hickey), it all takes a turn for the worse. Hickey ends up stalking Pascalle, endlessly trying to convince her that he’s a “nice guy” while doing things like appearing at random while she’s hanging up washing, getting dragged out of the strip club for getting too close to her, and masturbating to her modelling posters in the car while sitting opposite the West house. (Did I mention that Pascalle finally got her first modelling gig? She did! It ain’t much - just advertising for tyres - but yeah, you go, girl!)

This, alas, cannot end well. Pascalle can’t go to Cheryl for help, because Cheryl still doesn’t know she strips. She can go to Van - who doesn’t know either, but is too stupid to ask questions - but doing so is a big mistake; Van’s attempt at revenge is so hamfistedly stupid that it ends up alerting Cheryl to the whole thing, which creates a bit of a sticky situation for a whole bunch of people.

For a start, it really brings out the fucking asshole in Judd, who goes full Boys Club mode in defense of Hickey. When Cheryl has Jethro file an official complaint against him, Judd begs with her not to “ruin the career of a young cop” over “a rush of blood to the head”; Cheryl is, quite correctly, aghast, but he gets the upper hand when he finally reveals to her that Pascalle has started stripping. And just like that, we run up against the limits of Cheryl’s feminism; she goes from insisting that “how Pascalle dresses got nothing to fucking do with it” to being really rather furious with Pascalle, partly for lying (fair enough) and partly for nearly getting Van arrested (also fair enough) but also partly just because she is morally opposed to stripping in general, and seems to feel that Pascalle has brought shame upon the family. She’s so opposed, in fact, that she pressures Pascalle into leaving the club, and while Pascalle’s experience with being stalked has definitely put a bit of a puncture in her enjoyment of the job it still feels a little sad. She also drops the complaint against Hickey, although only after she’s received official assurances that he’s gonna get counseling and stay away from Pascalle in the future. 

It’s disappointing, but in terms of Pascalle’s wellbeing, it might end up being for the best. This little plot was a fascinating exploration into the complexities of women’s sexual liberation; on the one hand, Pascalle loved it and seemed to feel fulfilled doing it, but on the other hand one man just couldn’t keep it in his pants and ended up making her feel very unsafe. And then, of course, she was the one blamed for it, and she effectively had to take the punishment. Hardly the first time, eh?

What else is there? Well, Van’s mate Munter has been an increasing presence in these last couple of episodes, although he hasn’t done anything that’s actually affected the plot. He’s just been tagging along, usually getting high with Van, displaying that Maori accent. Jethro appears briefly, and for all his smugness and assholishness he does manage to reveal to Van just how much damage his overly insecure definition of his own masculinity is doing to him; he did, indeed, do “tongue stuff” with Tracy when he had sex with her, and he also “listened”, both of which are concepts Van finds almost impossible to imagine, which in turn means he knows he’ll never be able to satisfy Tracy if they ever do hook up again (which he eventually tries anyway, ‘cos he’s an idiot). Jethro’s a scumbag in many ways, but his embrace of metrosexuality - the idea that maybe, just maybe, the feelings of the woman might matter, both during sex and afterwards - stands in stark contrast to Van, who seems basically sexually skilled but nonetheless views his conquests as a matter of bragging rights and little else.

The next episode follows directly on from this one, and, as I recall, contains some really interesting stuff. ‘Til next time!

[swamp-spirit]

I saw somebody talking about a nonbinary friend saying “I want to stop worrying about being a woman and be a person” and take it to mean “I do not see women as people”, which is a fucking wild stretch.

If I said I was going on vacation from being a high pressure lawyer and said “I need to take a break from being a lawyer and focus on being a person” people would not assume I meant “lawyers are less human”. They’d know I meant “the pressures of a law career have made me neglect my own identity and needs beyond law, and I don’t feel I can address those without distancing from the work”. 

Women are beautiful and wonderful and human, but the pressure it puts on identity is crushing. I have never wanted to be a boy, but long before I knew about trans, even before puberty, I couldn’t relate to being a girl.

So why can’t I just let go of the pressure and make space in womanhood? Many people do. And I have tried, but, at the end of the day, the only thing I can connect with womanhood for me is the constant bullying, pain, of feeling like ugly, disgusting, a failure. If womanhood simply meant a vagina, sure, I got one, but nobody uses it just for that.

And everyone who tries to welcome me into womanhood offers a model.-

Tradition tells me women are soft. Gentle. Beautiful. Nurturing. And I feel ogreish, loud, unacceptable. I can’t learn the social scripts. I loath shaving my legs. And my interest in marrying a man is 0.

So people try and empower me. Women are tough. Women wear five inch heals and run companies and show up all the boys, or they’re in the dirt planting carrots. But I’m disabled. I can’t be outdoorsy. And I have seizures in high conflict, so I’m no CEO. Hell, right now I can’t work.

But it’s in your body, somebody tells me. Your connection to the earth. Your ability to bear children. And again... I can’t connect with that. I can’t safely have kids. I can’t be outdoors much. Having a physical body is a constant struggle with sensory issues and pain.

And then people say it’s our shared history. Of not being taken seriously. Of walking the line between being seen as an overemotional sop and a cold bitch. Being a prude and a whore. Of being catcalled, shamed, and afraid.

And you know, that one I connect to. So is that how I build my sense of self? A vagina and oppression? My pronouns stand for ‘has tits and feels unwelcome in STEM’? Is it my duty to continue trying to live in a sense of self that has only every made me feel broken and ashamed because others find pride and love and community in it?

I don’t see my gender as an objective fact. I don’t think I have a nonbinary brain or soul. I think society has made gender into something toxic and restrictive, and we all heal that wound in our own ways. We find beauty in it, expand it, and, in my case, find the damage irreparable. Womanhood has only been a standard I don’t measure up to, the cookie cutter I am punished for not fitting. I do not owe anyone my dishonesty and misery to continue to force the fit.

I know most of the world will still see me as a woman. Being nonbinary will not protect me from sexism, just add the judgement of my dumb baby special snowflake gender, but it’s worth it. Because I am learning to feel less like an insufficient woman, and more like a sufficient version of myself. And I will continue to fight for women. In fact, I’ve found more love for the women around me when I’m no longer scared and angry at my own failure to be one.

Gender is complicated and personal. When I say I couldn’t focus on being me and being a woman at the same time, I am not denying the selfhood or complexity of anyone who finds love and joy and community in the concept. It’s just not a helpful one for me. 

[glowrioustrash]

New Rules 3

Summary: The party of the year, a spreading virus, and 90′s throwbacks. Dean has realized his feelings aren’t entirely platonic, but will Elena?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Ambrose x OC

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: Happy American Thanksgiving! I did not think I would be able to get this out today, but here I am formatting a post instead of getting ready for work. Consider it a gift. I took some creative liberties with timelines here, but hey it’s fiction.

Tagging: @castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @alexahood21

Part 1 | Part 2

Elena sat at a table in catering with Alexa, Nia, and Bayley. It was Monday night and the four of them weren’t needed until the third hour of the show so they were wasting time by chatting. The topic of the moment was The Miz’s upcoming birthday party. Maryse, as always, was going all out in planning the birthday party for her husband. She had rented a hall and everyone from the roster had been invited, including Smackdown, 205 Live and NXT. It had been the talk of the locker room since the invitations were sent.

“There’s going to be food trucks. Maryse always gets food trucks.” Alexa said, making everyone else nod. They knew it was true.

“I can’t wait to see the cake.” Bayley added.

“Ugh, I can. It’s going to be so good but so bad for me.” Alexa moaned.

“We’ll eat your share.” Nia laughed.

“We’re also assuming there will only be one cake.” Elena grinned. All four girls groaned at the thought of the delicious food that would be at the party.

“So Elena, has anyone asked you to the party yet?” Alexa asked. The other three girls turned to Elena with wide eyes.

“No, and no one has to.” She warned, pointing at all three of them. “Tell the others too. I don’t need or want you guys trying to set me up again.”

“Oh please? Let us find you a date. It’s the perfect opportunity to get closer with someone.” Bayley pled.

“No.” Elena shook her head, not wanting to hear it.

“What if we tell you who it is, so then it isn’t a blind date?” Nia tried.

“Nope.” Elena turned away, trying to ignore them.

“What if we just line up some guys for you to dance with?” Alexa asked.

“Nu-uh.” Elena put her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to hear any more.”

She could vaguely hear the girls’ voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She glanced back at them, hoping maybe they’d moved on to another topic of conversation but they were all still staring at her. She turned away again.

“Elena!” Alexa yelled, pulling Elena’s arm down. “Alright, we’ll stop.”

“Promise?” Elena prompted.

“Fine.” Alexa sighed, rolling her eyes. “We’re just trying to help.”

“I know that, but I don’t need your help. I don’t need a man. I’m just fine.”

“Mmhmm…” Nia hummed disbelievingly.

“I’m an independent woman and I don’t need a man. I get mine all on my own, thank you very much.” Elena sassed, making the other three women laugh.

“What’s all the commotion?” Seth asked as he plopped into a chair at their table.

“Elena is a proud masturbator.” Nia shrugged.

“What?!” Elena choked. “That’s not what I- that’s completely out of- That is not what I said!”

“Hey, hey. No judgement.” Seth threw his hands in the air. “It’s human, we all do it.”

“Yeah, relax you prude.” Alexa teased.

“I give up.” Elena groaned, letting her head hit the table.

Elena was slumping her way back to the women’s locker room after her match. She’d lost, which wasn’t the problem, but she had botched a simple move, her foot slipping off the rope when she tried to springboard. No one was hurt, but she felt stupid. She was just about ready to pack it in and have a pity party for the night.

“Hey, El!”

She stopped walking and turned to see Bo Dallas jogging down the hall towards her.

“Hey, Bo.” She tried to smile, but she knew it wasn’t much more than a grimace.

“Are you okay?” He asked when he reached her.

“Yeah, just beating myself up over that fucking botch.” She sighed, running her hand through her hair.

“Hey, it happens to all of us.” He shrugged, giving her a sympathetic grin. “No one got hurt so it’s really not a big deal.”

“My pride got hurt.” She pouted, making him laugh.

“I don’t think they make bandaids for that.” He joked.

“Yes they do, it’s called tequila.” She grinned.

“True enough.” He smiled, looking down. “Hey, so… I couldn’t help but overhear you in catering earlier…”

Elena furrowed her brows for a second, trying to remember what had happened. She turned bright red when it came to her.

“Oh my god, that was way out of context.” She winced. “Nia was just… she took something I said and turned it around.”

“What?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I meant about you not having a date to Miz’s party.”

“Oh.” Elena breathed a sigh of relief. “That. Yeah, no. Going stag.”

“Yeah, me too.” He nodded, a pause passing between them. “Unless you maybe wanted to go with me?”

“Huh?” She gaped at Bo, not having expected him to ask that. “You’re asking me to go to Miz’s party with you?”

“Yeah.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Did one of the girls put you up to this?” Elena asked skeptically.

“No, not at all.” He shook his head. “I didn’t realize you were single, and I’m single. I thought we could be single together, except that doesn’t really make sense…”

Elena chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. She hadn’t really thought of Bo like that before, but he was being really sweet. Plus it took balls to ask someone out head on. It’s not like she had another date lined up, and this would get the girls off her back. It couldn’t hurt.

“Sure.” She smiled.

“Yeah?” Bo smiled back.

“Yeah.” She echoed. “It’ll be fun.”

“Great. Awesome.” He nodded. “I’ll uh, I’ll talk to you later then. Make plans to pick you up and everything.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay. Later.” He gave her a little wave before turning, walking back down the hallway in the direction he’d come from. She watched him for a moment, smiling when he turned back to look at her before turning the corner. With a new bounce in her step, she continued for the locker room.

Elena was tickled pink the next time her friends tried to convince her to find a date to the party. The looks on their faces when she got to tell them she already had one was priceless. She wished she’d had a camera on them at the time.

She also started talking to Bo a little more, getting to know him before the party. He was a nice guy with a good sense of humor. There wasn’t any spark between them, at least not yet, but she was genuinely enjoying his company. She was looking forward to going to the party with him.

A few days before the party Elena was sitting in catering again, this time with Sasha, Bayley, and Seth. They were chatting when Elena noticed Dean come in out of the corner of her eye. Knowing he was likely grabbing something to take back to the locker room, she excused herself from the conversation to catch him before he left.

“Hey, Dean.” She chirped, sidling up beside him.

“Hey.” He grunted.

“You’ve been a bit M.I.A. lately.” She nudged him lightly, not wanting to make him drop his food. It was true, she hadn’t seen as much of Dean as she usually did lately. With their busy schedule, it wasn’t too out of the ordinary. He might have had other appearances he was busy with. He could be coming down with something or simply road weary and spending time with himself. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, s’all good.” He replied shortly.

“Been busy?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He grunted again. Elena waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

“So, uh… excited for the party?”

“Not goin’.”

“Are you serious?” She gaped. “It’s going to be the party of the year.”

“So?” He shrugged.

“There’s going to be an open bar. I thought you’d go just for that.” She teased.

“Well, I’m not.”

“Is something wrong?” She asked gently. Dean was known to be a little antisocial at times, but not with her.

“Everything’s peachy, darlin’.” He barely kept the bite out of his tone.

“Convincing.” She drawled. Dean didn’t respond, starting to walk away now that he had his plate filled. “Dean!” She called after him, following hot on his heels.

“What?” He didn’t stop walking, didn’t even look over his shoulder at her.

“Why aren’t you going to the party?”

“Don’t wanna. Is that a crime?”

“No, I guess not.” She shrugged, looking at the floor dejectedly.

“Right. So get off my case about it.”

“What the hell is your problem?” She huffed, growing tired of the way he was talking to her.

“My problem? I don’t have a problem.” He brushed off the question.

“If you say so.” She rolled her eyes.

“Glad that’s settled. Have fun at the party.” He grumbled, clearly intending to end the conversation.

“I will.” Elena puffed out her chest defiantly.

“Good.”

“You’ll be the one missing out. I would have saved you a dance.”

“I’ll live. Dance with Bo.”

Before Elena could respond, he walked into the men’s locker room and shut the door so she couldn’t follow. She nearly smacked into it face first.

“Ass!” She shouted through the door before stomping back towards catering.

Elena couldn’t help but be disappointed when the night of the party arrived and she was suddenly going alone. Bo had gotten sick and been sent home by the trainers. He apologized several times over the phone for leaving her without a date. She didn’t hold it against him, it was out of his control, and wished him a speedy recovery. She was resolved to enjoy the party anyway.

Most of the superstars were paired up, either with their significant others or someone who had asked a friend to keep them company during the party. Elena bounced around the couples, rotating anytime she felt like she was a third wheel. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be, but the open bar definitely helped.

She was dancing with Sasha and Alexa when a slow song started. The Miz had taken the DJ’s microphone and asked Maryse to join him for a dance. Everyone applauded the It Couple, both as a happy birthday and a congratulations for throwing a great party. Soon the other couples began to partner up and join the dance. Elena decided it was a great time for another drink.

She was a few feet from the bar when she noticed a familiar mop of brown hair and a leather jacket.

“I thought you weren’t coming.” She couldn’t stop the smile as she stood next to him.

“Changed my mind.” Dean shrugged, looking at the drink in his hand.

“Obviously.” She laughed. “Pulled the stick out of your ass?”

“Nah, it’s still in there.” He grinned. “But yunno… free booze.”

“Yeah. Can’t go wrong.” She agreed, waving the bartender over and ordering a cocktail. In the corner of her eye as she ordered, she noticed Dean finally look at her.

“You look nice.” He grumbled, taking a swig of his drink.

“Oh, thanks.” She looked down at her backless burgundy dress. “I bought it for tonight.”

“How come you’re not out there dancing?” He wondered, turning to look over the dancefloor.

“No one to dance with.” She sighed.

“Where’s Bo?”

“Got sent home. You didn’t hear? He’s got that virus they’re testing us all for.” She asked. It was pretty common knowledge in the locker room that a virus was spreading, but they weren’t exactly sure what it was yet. Elena thanked the bartender as she got her drink, turning to sip it as she watched the dance floor with Dean.

“Oh yeah. Guess I forgot.”

“Yeah. Sucks he had to miss the party.”

They watched the dancefloor as the slow song drew to an end. The crowd cheered and laughed as an old 90’s dance hit started, making the couples separate to dance.

“Well, let’s go then.” Dean sighed, setting his now empty glass on the bartop.

“Hmm?” Elena hummed.

“If you’re gonna pout ‘bout it, let’s go dance.”

“I wasn’t pouting.” Elena was fairly certain she wasn’t. Of course she wanted to dance, but she didn’t think she was pouting.

“Sure, sure. C’mon.” Dean took a few steps away from the bar, holding his hand out for her.

“Can you even dance?” She asked skeptically.

“I’ve been known to hokey-pokey. Let’s go.”

She threw back the rest of her drink quickly, setting the glass next to his and taking his hand with a smile. Even more than her desire to dance, she wanted to see Dean dance to the throwback hit.

As expected, he wasn’t a great dancer, but he was going for it and having fun. He pulled out cheesy dance moves like the arm wave, the sprinkler, and the dice roll. Elena joined in, hitting the cabbage patch, the shopping cart, and Gangnam style. They kept dancing as one song changed to the next, Dean taking her hand and spinning her around. When Believe by Cher came on, Dean sang along (very poorly and messing up the words) to the chorus, making Elena laugh so hard she had to stop dancing to catch her breath.

“Okay, colour me impressed.” She shouted over the music. “Better than I was expecting.”

“And you doubted me.” He teased.

“Hey girl!” Alexa called as she and Bayley joined them. “Look at you having fun.” She gave Elena a hip check.

“Didn’t think you were coming tonight, Dean.” Bayley mentioned.

“Yeah, changed my mind.” He shrugged. “I’m gonna go get a drink. You ladies want somethin’?”

The rest of the night was passed with more drinking and dancing, Elena feeling less left out now that Dean was there. Even when they stopped dancing, she had someone to talk to or drink with. She didn’t feel so “third wheel” anymore.

It was almost 1AM when she and Dean sat down to take a break. She fought back her first yawn of the night, trying to push through to keep having fun. Within a half hour though, she couldn’t hide it anymore and was nearly falling asleep.

“Tired?” Dean guessed.

“Nu-uh.” She shook her head, eyes drooping.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” He asked.

“Nu-uh” She shook her head again, yawning again.

“Yeah right.” He scoffed. “Stay here, I’ll tell the girls I’m takin’ you back.”

“Okay.” She laid her head on the table, letting her eyes close. It was late, she’d been dancing and drinking all night. As much fun as she was having, she was beat. If not for the loud music she may have crashed right there.

“C’mon.” Dean rested a hand on her shoulder, making her groan. She reluctantly stood, wobbly on her feet from the exhaustion, alcohol, and high heels.

“You told ‘em?” She asked, leaning into his side.

“Yeah, found Sasha first. Purple hair is easy to pick out in a crowd.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the door.

Elena shivered as soon as they were outside, the cool night air a drastic change from the warmth caused by all the moving bodies in the hall. Her short, backless dress did nothing to hide her sweat dampened skin from the breeze. Dean shrugged off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

“Thanks.” She smiled sleepily at him. He smiled back but didn’t answer as he watched for a cab to flag down. It didn’t take long, the drivers likely realizing there was a big party in the hall and knowing it would be a good place to pick up fares.

Dean ushered Elena into the cab, sliding in after her. She buckled herself in as he gave the driver the name of the hotel.

“I’m glad you came.” She mumbled, leaning into Dean’s side.

“Me too.” He admitted.

“Would have been boring without your awful dancing.”

“My awful dancing? Did you see Mojo?” He scoffed, making Elena chuckle.

“Seems like a big party tonight.” The driver interjected when a silence fell over the cab.

“Yeah, birthday.” Dean answered.

“Yours?” The driver asked.

“Nah, coworker’s.” Dean clarified.

Elena couldn’t help but nod off as she listened to the back and forth of the conversation.

Elena woke up slowly, surrounded by comfort and a wonderful smell. She snuggled into the blanket, which seemed to be the source of the smell.

As she woke further, she realized she didn’t remember making it to bed. She hesitantly cracked an eye and was relieved to see her hotel room. She could clearly see her hair products and make-up sprawled over the dresser from when she’d gotten ready last night. She closed her eye again, happy to doze some more.

She thought over last night as she laid there, remembering the fun she’d had once Dean had shown up. The way he seemed to be happy to make a fool of himself on the dancefloor if it made her laugh. She couldn’t stop the smile from growing on her face at the memory. The more she thought of him, the easier it was to identify the smell surrounding her – it smelled exactly like Dean.

She cracked an eye open again, looking down and noticing she was wrapped up in Dean’s leather jacket. She remembered wearing it when they got into the cab. Dean must have carried her into her room and left the jacket with her. She knew she was a clingy sleeper, so maybe she didn’t let it go once she was in bed. If that was the case, she was surprised he’d somehow escaped. He didn’t seem to be in the room with her.

She chuckled to herself and buried her nose deeper into the jacket, inhaling the scent that was just so Dean. She loved the way he smelled, it was so comforting. She felt herself falling back asleep, seeing his smiling face as they danced flash through her memory again. He really is the perfect man. It was too bad she had woken up wrapped in his jacket and not the man himself.

She tensed, suddenly feeling very awake.

Wait, what? No. That’s not what she meant. No, no, no… fuck, yes it was. Shit.

Part 4!

[incredibeale-archive]

Beca is a virgin but lies to Chloe and Aubrey about it. During one heated make-out session things start to progress too quickly for Beca and when she realizes what's happening she freaks out.

Beca is pretty sure she’s never felt anything so intense and… god, so good, before. Her breath hitches as lips trail down her neck, nipping at the skin. Aubrey. Fingers push aside a white tank top to glide up Beca’s rib cage. Chloe. Beca slams her eyes shut as Chloe’s lips meet hers in a rough and needy kiss, while Aubrey continues her assault on the DJ’s neck. Beca is pretty sure her heart is going to explode inside of her chest, but jesus she can’t find it in herself to care, because what a fucking way to go. 

Suddenly there’s a hand on her breast, kneading the soft flesh and Beca sucks in such a deep breath that the air goes cold around her lips. She feels Chloe smirk against her and Beca finds it a little unnerving, but her brain is so foggy that she can’t seem to focus on anything except that there seems to be a burning heat at the pit of her stomach and as Aubrey and Chloe continue, it spreads like wildfire throughout her body, making Beca’s skin hot. 

It’s when a hand lands on her thigh that Beca thinks this might be too much, too fast. Was she really ready? Was this what she wanted? What if she fucked up? The hand moves to the button of her jeans and just as it unbuttons, Beca jolts up, panting. “Okay, wait – just – wait.” She winces as her voice comes out an octave higher than normal. 

Both Aubrey and Chloe stare up at her in confusion. 

Beca runs a shaky hand through her hair and works to bring oxygen into her lungs, because fuck, she can’t fucking breathe! “I just–I just–I n-need a second, I need…” She shakes her head, and to her horror and embarrassment, tears spring into her eyes. “Fuck.” What the fuck was wrong with her? Who does this? Who stops two hot chicks from doing what Beca so fucking needed them to do – wanted them to do, but… but something was stopping her. 

“Becs, hey – are you okay?” Chloe is standing now, coming toward her, Aubrey doing the same. 

But Beca steps back, shaking her head once more and bringing a hand to cover her face. “I can’t…” She says tightly, voice strained. 

The girls pause and Beca misses the look they share. Aubrey approaches slowly, fingers twitching inches from Beca’s arm, but she doesn’t touch her. “Beca, are you… are you a virgin?” She asks gently, not an ounce of judgement in her voice. 

Beca’s head snaps up and she tries to laugh but it comes out shaky. “What? Dude, no, of course not…” She knew that they weren’t buying it, because she could feel the way her body was twitching with anxiety (and arousal). 

Chloe frowns worriedly and takes a step forward, hand gently taking Beca’s arm (because unlike Aubrey, Chloe doesn’t have boundaries) and Beca tries not to flinch. “Becs, it’s alright if you are… We’re not going to judge you…”

“We just wish you’d have told us, though so we could have been more respectful… and less frantic.” Aubrey’s cheeks flush gently as she glances away and Beca wants to smirk because when Aubrey blushes, it’s literally the sexiest (and cutest) thing Beca has ever seen. “Are you a virgin, Beca?”

Beca’s shoulders sag and she lets out this jittery sigh like she’s been holding her breath this whole time. “Yeah,” She finally croaks out, embarrassed. “I–I’m sorry, it’s just… You guys are both so… and I’m just…” She clenches her fists at her sides for a moment. “And I was embarrassed… ‘cause I mean, that’s kind of lame, right? Like it says a lot about me… I mean, a 19 year old virgin?”

Chloe smiles softly and Aubrey steps closer, hand reaching out to take one of Beca’s. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Beca. I didn’t lose my virginity until my freshman year of college. Granted, I wish I had lost it to someone who wasn’t a complete douche waffle, but –”

“Okay, can we just stop talking about someone else, touching you, because it’s only making me angry.” Beca scowls, her embarrassment seeming to take a backseat to her jealousy. 

Aubrey smirks at Beca before she continues. “But then I met Chloe.” 

Beca looks up, brows furrowing slightly. “You’ve only slept with two people?” She asks, though apart of her doesn’t want to know, in case it’s more than that. 

The blonde nods gently while Chloe just smiles at the two of them. Beca sighs. “I just… I don’t know, I wanted to wait for someone that, that I really trusted.” She swallows thickly and rushes on to continue. “Not that I don’t trust you two, because I’ve never wanted something so much in my life… I just – I think it was too much, too fast.” She looks away. 

Chloe is suddenly wrapping her arms around Beca and pressing a gentle kiss to the brunette’s temple. “It’s okay, Becs. We understand. We can totes take things slow. We love you, we’re not going to make you do something you aren’t ready for.” Aubrey nods in agreement and steps up to place her hand on the back of Beca’s neck. “And just so you know, I think it’s totally hot when you’re jealous.” 

Both Beca and Aubrey laugh. “You can’t tell me you don’t get angry thinking about someone other than me and you touching Aubrey.” Beca says, brow raising slightly. When Chloe just smirks, Beca narrows her eyes. “Some asshole touching Aubrey in the most intimate places and–” Suddenly there’s a hand covering her mouth and Chloe is scowling at her. 

“Alright, alright.” Chloe says on a frown. “So I do get jealous. But Aubrey is OURS.” 

Beca smirks as Aubrey rolls her eyes affectionately (though her green eyes have darkened just so). “Aubrey is standing right here.” She says, feigning annoyance. 

Chloe looks sheepish and rushes to press a kiss to Aubrey’s lips. “Sorry, but you are. And we’re yours.” 

Beca watches as Aubrey’s cheeks blush slightly and whether it’s from slight embarrassment (Because Aubrey can be a little prude sometimes), or from a sudden rush of arousal, Beca isn’t sure. 

“You are definitely both mine. But, to go back on topic, Beca – we promise to be more mindful and take things slow, whenever you’re ready.” She smiles softly at the brunette and Beca nods, her own cheeks flushing. 

“Okay, but one thing,” She waits for the matching expectant looks. “Douche waffle, really, Posen?” 

Aubrey just shoves her playfully. “Shut up, Mitchell.”