#average pantyhose

[dreamofpantyhose]

[blackmamba1103]

Warning: This contains smut, public sex, clothes ripping, a Dazai Osamu x Reader. Grammatical and typographical errors ahead, minors dni.

Looking out of the tinted window of the car, you sat on the backseat with your legs crossed, a wine glass full of crimson substance on hand. Many years had passed and Yokohama haven't changed that much. Passing by some clothing shops, convenient stores, malls and hotel buildings. You'll be taking a walk through town later or maybe visit the bar you usually go to with Odasaku, Ango, and him.

Now that you think about it, you missed and at the same time hated a certain brown haired mafioso, right after Odasaku's death he had disappeared without a word, the pain of being abandoned left a bitter taste on you and that's also the reason why you left Yokohama to move on and carry on with your life.

Upon arriving at the port mafia base, you were greeted by your father's men causing you to exhale a bit, how much you dislike it when they tried to treat you like a royalty. You head inside and through the hallways of the building. Reaching your father's office, knocking on the door and then stepping inside only to see him sitting on his usual seat facing the glass window and Kouyou sitting on the other seat across from him, a small table in between them.

"Ara~ Y/n-chan's finally here, you've finally grown to a fine young woman." Kouyou spoke in a soft tone of voice, you in response smiled warmly at the older woman.

"How's your trip, sweetheart? How much I missed you~" Mori asked, leaving his seat and approached his beloved daughter with a smile on his lips, embracing you tightly.

"I missed you too, dad. And it went well." You said in a soft tone of voice, pulling back to look at his father then around his office, "Where is Chuuya?"

"They're on a mission. Have you heard about the weretiger, Y/n?" Kouyou asked and you sat on a chair beside your father, crossing your legs.

"Yes, I did. Chuuya infromed me about it. Are you planning to capture it?" You asked, turning your attention to Mori.

"Of course, sweetheart." He said, a small chuckle escaped your lips at your father's reply. You already expected it right before Chuuya even told you about it. If it's about money or something he wants, he will surely do anything to get it.

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It was afternoon and you decided to have a walk alone through the streets of Yokohama with your hands in your coat pockets. For your whole attire, you wore a brown trench coat and underneath it is a long-sleeved turtle neck shirt and for the lower part is a brown high waisted tennis skirt, black pantyhose and a pair of black ankle high heeled boots. Your long pale white hair down on your back and you also wore a brown beret hat on your head.

Walking and looking at the shop windows and buying some snacks to eat along the way for passed 30 minutes. Then you came across a café, observing the place and saw the sign

"Uzumaki Café." You said in a soft tone of voice and was about to step inside when you heard a familiar voice causing your body to froze on the spot.

"Y/n..." He says again for a couple of seconds and a soft shaky exhale escapes your lips, turning your head to look at the man you had never expect to meet again. You could see different emotions through his brown eyes...there's longing...guilt...sadness...affection...regret...

"D-dazai-san?"

Your attention shifts towards a shorter male that was standing beside him, he has light gray hair, pale skin, and is of average height with a slim build. He has segmental heterochromia, consisting of purple on the top half of his iris and yellow along the bottom curve of his pupil.

After a couple of seconds of silence, you glanced back at the taller man. You had a flat expression on your face, what do you expect to react towards a person who ruined your life and abandoned you?

You glanced away from his brown eyes that had always spellbound you, "It's been awhile, Osamu."

That day he had told Atsushi to come back to ADA office alone since his gonna have a talk with you for a bit. There is a part that you were against the idea of talking to him but there's also a part where you really longed to and want to. It's...confusing...

You sat on a bar stoll taking a sip of the red wine you had ordered at Bar Lupin, he had decided to take you in this place again. There's so many memories you had in this place with Oda and Ango that even right now you still kept the picture Ango had took of you four.

"How have you been?" He asked after a minute of silence, sitting beside you on a bar stoll. His left arm on the counter whilst his other hand hold his whiskey on ice, elbow on the counter as well, his brown eyes looking at you. It's been a decade since he last saw you and you had changed so much...even him...

"I've been well," you trailed off and took a piece of cherry and placing it in between your lips, plucking the stem off and placing it on the bowl then chewing, "how about you?"

"I've been doing great as well." He said and then silence follows. It was suffocating...after some time he speaks again in a more softer tone, "I'm sorry, Y/n."

"Sorry for what now?"

"For leaving without saying anything."

A chuckles escaped your luscious lips at that comment, uncrossing your legs then straightening your body up and turning your head to look at him, a small and fake smile on your lips.

"You're a decade too late, Dazai Osamu." You replied in a flat tone of voice and your face now devoid of emotion, you finished your wine, placed some paper bills on the table and slide off the bar stoll hurriedly heading out of the bar. Just as you reach outside, you were pulled by hand on your arm and towards the dark alleyway on the side of the bar. Your back on the stone wall as you glared up at him.

"Listen to me, I have a reason-"

You quickly cut him off with a slap on his face, the sound was harsh and sickening, you breathed heavily.

"Fuck off! I don't want to listen to your excuses. If you think a simple sorry can fix everything then you're wrong!"

All the frustration, the pain and suffering you had gone through because of his disappearance, you had waited for him to come back but he never did.

"I don't know what to do...how to find you..." you said in a small and cracked tone of voice, a defeated sigh escapes you, "It's better if we end this once and for all-"

"No."

Your eyes glow a vibrant shade of red indicating that your ability is activated but your eyes dims back to its normal hue when he used his no longer human ability and at the same time he had captire your lips in a passionate kiss. You placed your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him back but he quickly grabbed your hands and pinned it above your head preventing you from doing so.

You couldn't stop the tears that rolled down your face, he's doing it again just to decieve you and it worked just like he planned. You stopped struggling, your eyes closing as you kissed him back with the same vigor and after a minute or so he pulls back to look at you, forehead pressed against each other and him finally letting your wrists go and placing his bandage arms around your waist with your arms around his neck.

"Let me explain, Y/n. I know it's too late...but I'm begging you...let me explain...please..." he says in a soft tone of voice and kissing your lips, nose, cheeks and forehead just like he used to back then. You just prayed that you wouldn't regret your decision and so you slowly nodded in reply.

"God...I missed you so much..." he breathlessly says and capture your lips again in a more hungry and desperate kiss and you moaned low on your throat, your hands grabbing the collar of his brown trench coat and pulling him closer. You could felt his hands, caressing your hip and waist, he took off your trench coat and let it fall on the ground, his bandaged hands that toyched the skin of your stomach when he slid his hand inside your turtle neck, it burned your skin and shivers run down your spine at the pleasurable feeling.

Pulling you in his body even more, he had placed his left knee in between your legs causing you to gasp and moan, his tongue diving in to taste you even more.

At this moment you could feel how much he longed for you and you feeling the same way as he is. There's also a part that you couldn't trust him yet, that he would abandon you again just like he did before but there's also a part of you that wanted to trust him and let him explain. Your thoughts got cut off when his mouth left your lips only to trail kisses and left small marks along your jaw and neck, pulling the collar of your turtle neck.

"Osamu..." you whispered his name and your hands caressing and tugging on his dark brown locks of hair. Oh, how much you missed this, his heated touches, passionate kisses, his brown eyes that look at you affectionately and his voice...you couldn't resist him and so you give in to the temptation.

"Y/n..." he breathlessly says and a small gasp escape your slightly parted lips when his hands slid inside to the back of your brown tennis skirt and ripped open your panty hose.

"You idiot!" You whispered yell and glared at him, he just chuckle at your reaction then took your hands and guided it towards his pants.

"I know you like it when I do that."

"I don't!"

"Don't lie, baby." He whispered huskily on your ear and biting the tip making you whimper a bit, "Now...do me a favor and unbuckle me up."

You did as you were told with shaky hands, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, pulling the zipper down revealing his boxer briefs that has a small tint on it. He was hard.

"So hard for me? Did I turn you on that much~?" She whisper in a soft and seductive tone, a small shaky exhale escapes his lips as he felt your right hand caressing his navel and moving down to slip your hand inside his underwear to grab his well endowed cock.

He groan a bit at your sensuous touch and a small smirk forming on your lips, how much you like it hearing his voice and the way his nose nuzzling your neck, a choke moan escaped him when you squeezed him a bit and your thumb teasing the tip of his cock in a circular motion and your other hand squeezing and rubbing his balls. He grabbed your hand and you stopped, "If I wanted to cum, I want it inside you."

A dark blush tints your cheeks when he says that causing him to smirk. He do know how to make you blush just with a simple sentence but of course, you wouldn't back down, you wouldn't be entitled as the perilous seductress of the port mafia for nothing.

"Really~? Then take me~" You whispered in a seductive way.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me but I still need to prep you, my dear bella. It's been awhile since we did it and it might hurt."

"Hmmm? But I've done it with the other--" a small gasp escapes your pink luscious lips when his hand slid inside your panties and fingers rubbing your clit in slow circular motion.

"You're so wet for me, you were saying?" He asked through gritted teeth and a close eyed smile, noticing the irk mark on his head, without a warning he insert a finger inside your tight walls, thrusting it in and out slowly and after some time he slid another finger in next to the other. You gasped and moan, clenching around his fingers and a sly smirk forms on his lips while humming in satisfaction. Placing a kiss on your cheek and just as you were about to cum, he had stopped his movements causing you to whine and pout your lips, glaring at him a bit.

"Don't look at me like that, It's a punishment for teasing me~"

He grabbed your legs, hoisting you up and your arms around his neck with your back pressed against the wall. A soft blush tints your cheeks when you felt his cock rubbing on the slit of your entrance then he whispered darkly beside your ear, "We're still outside so try not to scream too much, you don't wanna get caught, do you~?"

At that said and slight adjustment of his hips, he had entered her, both of you moaning softly in unison. He felt your walls clamping down on him and so he nuzzled your neck lovingly to get you to relax. After a few seconds, he started moving slowly for you to adjust from his size while small whimpers escaping your pink luscious lips with your eyes closed shut at the feeling. It was a pain mixed with pleasure but slowly the pain subsided and you were now gasping and grabbing on the fabric of his brown trench coat with you moving your hips in timing of his thrusts. The euphoric feeling was to much for you to handle and you bite down on your hand.

Dazai thrusted rather a bit roughly causing you to stop biting your hand to gasp, head thrown back and he licked his lips at the sight. Just by looking at your disheveled and your pleasure filled expressions and the way you tighten around him is enough to almost send him over the edge. He fastened up the movement of his hips and cover your mouth with his bandaged hand and just as you cried out for release, a small gasp escape his lips as he released right after you, painting your walls with white substance. His movements slowing down to a stop. Both of you trying to catch your breaths, his hand left your mouth and then placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

"Will you come with me, Y/n?." He whispered and you just nodded your head in reply.

[diamondcrownacademy]

DCA Info Part 30: Meet Rozeline Pierrette 📚

Rozeline Pierrette (ロゼライン・ピエレット, Rozerain Pieretto) is the dorm leader of Chateau Beastiale. She has gifts for inventing and alchemy as well as being renowned for her novels, playwrights and songs. But she appears to have a dark secret.

History

Rozeline is the daughter of Fabien Maury Pierrette. The whereabouts of where she was born are unknown. However, she and her father moved to the Land of Pyroxene when she was really young.

Little is known about Rozeline's upbringing but what is known is that an incident at her former school traumatized her greatly. So much so that her father pulled her out of the academy and having her be homeschooled instead by Baptiste Gallois instead.

At some point during her childhood, she met and was befriended by Ashton Vargas, who became a close family friend of her's. When Diamond Crown Academy's carriage arrived to have her enrolled, Vargas congratulated her by gifting her a book which was actually a case that contained a taser and pepper spray.

Personality

While Rozeline is wise and knowledgeable, she tends to keep to herself and dislikes it when men enter her personal space.

Rozeline despises her unique magic as she considers it more of a curse than a blessing and she thinks that it makes her intimidating and fears that people will call her a monster if they saw her use it.

Appearance

Rozeline is a young woman of average height in her late teens. She has short brown and white hair, with the latter portion taking the shape of a curl. She also possesses grayish brown eyes.

2020 School Uniform

Originally, Rozeline wore a gold colored dress with the top portion having pieces that bear resemblance to parts on the bodice of Belle's iconic gold ballgown. The bodice itself has long sleeves, red jewel buttons, a red ruffle bow with floral patterns on the right strap, and red ruffle fabric on the neckline with gold trim. The dress' skirt features an argyle pattern and has a gold strap near the bottom that features floral rose patterns as well as gold ruffle trimming. The skirt also features a red overskirt with three red roses and a gold pearl bead strand. Rozeline also wears brownish gray pantyhose. For footwear, Rozeline wears a pair of black and white ankle boots with gold trim and soles and red ribbons with black trim and maroon gem brooches.

Rozeline accessorizes with a hairpiece that consists of a pair of red roses, a gold crown attached to a pair of brown ram like horns, and an amber gem brooch attached to gold pearls. Other accessories include a necklace that features a gold bow with a red rose with Rozeline's brooch attached and a gold ring on her right middle finger.

2021 School Uniform

Now with a more preppy look, Rozeline wears a white lacy dress shirt with gold buttons and is worn underneath a pale yellow and blue blazer, with the blue portions having floral patterns that feature roses and thorns and the blazer features gold buttons, trim and chain attached to a pair of Rose shaped buttons. She also wears a tan tartan skirt with a lace petticoat and gray pantyhose. The footwear now consists of a pair of loafer black heels with red bows and white lace.

Rozeline's crown is now bronze in color and the pearl strands from her hairpiece and necklace have been romoved.

School Statistics

Rozeline is an 18 year old 3rd year student. She is classified as Student #8 and is in Class 3-E. She is a member of the Magical Artworks Club and her best subject is Ancient Rune Reading, it is also her favorite school subject because she's very interested in deciphering ancient runes. Her least favorite school subject is Martial Arts because she isn't the most athletic and she relies too much on magic.

For her idol performances, Rozeline has a voice fit for classical songs. She can't do very high pitches and if she attempts to do so she ends up cracking her voice.

For her choreography, Rozeline's dance is a mix of ballet and waltz. She is more of a elegant dancer that resembles a swan, although she isn't against doing a more energetic dance routine.

Relationships

Family

Rozeline has a very close relationship with her father. Fabien is a doting father, loves his daughter dearly and is very protective of her.

Confidants

Rozeline has a private tutor known as Baptiste Gallois. He’s a bit strict but he just wants a student to excel because he believes that knowledge is the way to assure a good future. Rozeline gave him a pocket watch when he announced that she was almost done with her studies, he takes good care of it.

Pet

Rozeline has a sun bear named Palmiers. She found her in her house one day eating the freshly made palmiers she baked for her father. Sun bears are known to be aggressive and territorial but for some reason, she has clung to Rozeline like a chick. Though the sun bear is known to be aggressive, she won't attack the other students unless they were trespassers. Those who go to the dorm need to bring palmiers, honey or berries to enter. She'll assume they're trespassing if they don't, Rozeline put out a sign needing to confirm what you need to bring for the safety of those visiting.

Fellow Students

Rozeline doesn't appear to interact with her fellow students but is known to write books about Allison's shenanigans.

Night Raven College Students

Rozeline often interacts with Jack and Rook flirts with her on occasion.

Night Raven College Staff

Ashton Vargas is a close family friend of Rozeline. Initially, Rozeline was intimidated by how large the man was but quickly changed her view on him after he was very friendly with her and her dad. The two families were often seen sharing stories and asking about how their days have been. Vargas is as protective of Rozeline as her father is and keeps him updated on her activities at school.

Romance

Rozeline desires to be with someone who understands and can help her not be afraid of her unique magic. She doesn't mind if they are average or not in the knowledge department, she wants someone who she trusts won't be afraid of her.

Powers and Abilities

• Magic: Much like her fellow students, Rozeline can use magic.

• Painting: Rozeline is skilled at painting, she even paints surreal horror in her free time.

• Memory Recollection: Rozeline is said to have excellent memory recollection, being able to recall books she's read and the details within them.

• Alchemy: Rozeline is said to be good at inventing her own chemistry sets as well as brewing potions.

• Tinkering: Rozeline is skilled at inventing and repairing machines and other items. She even repairs the talking furniture in Chateau Beastiale's dorm living quarters.

Unique Magic

Rozeline's unique magic is called "Thorn Beast" (とげのある獣の怒り/ソーン・ビースト, Sōn Bīsuto; lit. "Wrath of the Thorned Beast"). She can create a huge, hulking monster made of thorns to aid her in fight if there was one, she can also make smaller versions of it.

But she mostly manipulates a thorn vine so that everyone would assume she can manipulate vines instead. She despises using her unique magic and considers it as more of a curse rather than a blessing.

Voice

According to her bio, Rozeline would be voiced by Akira Sekine, known for her role as Miyabi Fujiwara from Aikatsu!.

Trivia

• Her birthday is on May 6th, making her a Gemini.

• She is 173 cm tall.

• Her favorite food is Cheese Souffle while her least favorite food is Foie Gras. She dislikes faulty invention projects.

• She enjoys painting surreal horror.

• Her preferred Styling Jewel Outfit Styles are Classical and Gothic.

• For her casual attire, Rozeline would mostly wear preppy clothes with plaid or checkered patterns.

• Her favorite colors are beige and faded gold.

• She is dubbed "Little Sea Turtle" (ウミガメちゃん, Umigame-chan) by Floyd due to sea turtles being lonesome much like her. She shares this nickname with Trey.

• In her spare time, Rozeline likes reading books and joining fandoms related to her favorite genres.

• In the case of Rozeline Overbloting, someone sees her Unique Magic that she tries so hard not to show and it makes her so fearful that she overblots.

• Due to her love of books, Rozeline would be a book conservator in the future.

• Rozeline’s dessert of choice are dark chocolate based desserts.

• Rozeline would smell of book paper and ink.

• Her signature scent would be the scent of ink and old books.

• Rozeline fears that people will find out about her powers and would start calling her a monster.

[lucyandthepen]

a lesson on style - ii . [ ljn | njm ]

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv.,  pt. v, pt. vi

you’ve always been content with being associated with one word and one word only: average. average in looks, academics and social skills, you’re just looking to graduate high school without causing disasters you’ll have to live with until you kick the bucket. when you’re paired with school king lee jeno for the semester-long physics thesis, you can’t help but think the entire situation has pretty much set itself up for failure. that is, until you strike a deal with your partner. alternatively: an au tale involving lessons in popularity, eleven consecutive B­ minuses, a secretly sensitive, chess­-loving jock, and an amateur sex tape.

pairing: jeno x fem!reader, jaemin x fem!reader verse: high school au { jocks!nomin ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius renjun } rating: M sexual themes chapter warnings: none word count: 5.2k

author’s note: what if i said i wanted to post all 6 chapters of this already but i also need a ton of time to update so there’s no lag but i’m too excited for this fic so what do i even do with my life ANYWAYS enjoy :) 

                                                         *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“_________, is that you, honey?”

“Yes, mom, it’s me; I’m home,” you sigh, shutting the door with your foot. You hear the pounding of footsteps, and your mother appears, clutching the railing that prevented her from toppling over from the second landing. She grins widely, and you try not to comment on the fact that there’s still some powdery white stuff peppering the edges of her nose as you ascend the stairs.

You’re well aware that your parents had been the poster children for the hippie age, with their whole liberal, make love not war perspective towards life that they carried on with as they raised you and your siblings. Your mom still believes in all that ouija board, negative energy/positive energy bullshit with the weird healing crystal thing, and you’ve also seen your dad’s flamboyantly colored bell bottom pants with the super manly floral pattern at the ankles. While they are totally loving, totally nurturing parents who want the best for their children, sometimes it’s tricky to tell when they’re snorting it up in their bathroom. Once, you had walked in on them when you were looking for a pair of pantyhose you could borrow from your mom for some business attire thing you needed for school. You politely declined their offer to join them — you know, even if it was supposed to be a parental bonding moment, and stuff.

Other than that, though, they’re great. You guess.

“How was school, honey?” She coos, as though you’re five and not graduating from high school in the next few months.

“Oh, it was okay,” you walk into your room, and she follows you in as you pull Jaemin’s jacket off your back. “We’re having a Physics Term Project, mom, and you’ll never guess who my partner is — ”

“Baby, what happened to your shirt?” She interrupts you.

“What? Oh, that–” You try (see: fail) to glance at your back. “Yeah, it was just an accident, I’ll put it in the wash.”

“Oh, no need; let me,” without further ado, she approaches you and, with a tremendous tug, yanks your shirt up your torso and over your head.

“Mom!” You cry as she struggles momentarily with your shocked, writhing body.

“Hold still – ah. Here we go.” She looks triumphant as she detaches you from your clothes.

“Could you warn me next time?” You wrap your arms around your body, wrinkling your nose. She rolls her eyes.

“_________, I am your mother. I’ve seen you naked ten million times. I even birthed you from my womb, and you were naked then.” She ignores the affronted look that crosses your face. “Now, what were you saying about this physical project?”

“Physics,” You correct her. “Anyway, we got partnered up today, and guess who my partner is.”

“Ooooh, guessing games. I love guessing games. Did you know your father and I were planning to host a murder mystery party for our last anniversary? Okay,” she taps her lips with her finger. “Renjun?”

“No, he’s not even in my class.”

“Oh, that Chenle boy you went to junior prom with?”

“No,” You say, swallowing down the embarrassment that threatens to rise in your throat.

“Shame, I liked him.”

“Yeah, well he’s dating another one of your daughters now, so don’t feel too bad.”

“Huh. Oh, that really good looking boy who plays football next door? The one with the nice smile,” she says, and you cringe. She means Jaemin. Na Jaemin, your neighbor, who you’re pretty sure your mom has a mild crush on. Which is super duper weird.

“Ew, mom, don’t say stuff like that.”

“Well, he is cute! So is it him?”

“No, it’s not him. Close, though, they’re friends.”

“Okay, I give up. Tell me!”

“You give up so easily. Reconsider that murder mystery thing.” You pause, out of hesitation or perhaps for dramatic effect. “Lee Jeno.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “Isn’t that the boy you’ve been stalking all year?”

“I haven’t been stalking him!” You defend yourself, before muttering an addendum. “And it hasn’t been just a year.”

“Is he the one with the small eyes who’s always in the boy next door’s house?”

“Yea – how do you know that?”

“I have a window and eyes, honey, it’s really not that hard to notice.”

“Oh, well, yeah. That’s him.” How much time does your mom take ogling at Na Jaemin? Is there something going on that you need to know about? You’re fairly certain you weren’t up for anything happening like they do in those suburban TV shows from America – you know, where your classmate suddenly becomes your stepfather, and you have to call him “dad” in the hallway, and all the kids make fun of you and you become a social pariah, etc.

“He’s also good-looking, isn’t he? That Jaemin boy?”

“Yes,” you reply to cut the conversation short. “Mom, do you know how weird it is when you think one of my schoolmates is good looking?”

“I’m just commenting on them for you, honey. Your father is all the good-looking I need.”

“Uh huh,” you pick up Jaemin’s jacket, passing it to your mom. “Do you think that’d be done by tomorrow?”

“Which, the jacket?” She turns it over, examining the lettering at the back with an amused face. “Yes, I’ll have it dried by tonight. Why do you have the boy next door’s jacket?”

“Let’s just not relive the moment,” you suggest, and your mother shrugs.

“All right, fine.” She proceeds to exit your room, but not before calling out, “Just remember, I’ll end up assuming my own things!”

Ew. You hope she doesn’t go around assuming anything malicious, like that you’d snagged Na Jaemin’s letter jacket from him after you’d banged in the supply closet at school just before the janitor came in.

You sit down on your bed, taking your phone out from its dock. Deciding Renjun would be home from school by now, you punch in his number, humming a tune to the ringing. The fifth ring is cut short by a click and an out of breath male voice.

“Hello?”

“Renjun, you’ll never guess what happened today, all right, fine, I’ll tell you, I’ve been partnered up with Jeno in my Physics term project and oh my god, right, I can’t believe it either, anyway, I need your help, I told him I’d figure something out for our proposal and it’s due tomorrow but I haven’t got a clue what to do but I really need to impress him with something that’ll get us and A-plus for sure, so do you have anything that you could maybe sort of suggest for us to do?”

A pause blossoms.

“__________, this is you, right?” Renjun sounds miffed.

“Yes.”

“Jesus Chr— I’ve just gotten home, and I need to pee.”

“All right, fine, but hurry up,” you say impatiently, listening to the phone clatter down on a surface. Five minutes later brings a slightly less crabby Renjun back on the phone.

“Okay, kindly repeat, with more punctuation marks, your hopeless Lee Jeno delusion.”

“It isn’t a delusion,” you argue. “It’s for real, we’ve been partnered up for Physics and it’s great, but I don’t know what to do the project on.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Help!” You frown at his unwillingness to cooperate.

“Help how?”

“Help me think of something for the project!”

“You mean, do the work for you,” Renjun snaps.

“Never mind, thanks for the support,” you say tartly, preparing to hang up.

“Hey, ___________, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but you’ll just spend all your time mooning over Lee Jeno and fall into a black hole with the project, so I’ll have to save the day and do everything the night before you pass it just so that you won’t fail.”

“So you don’t want to help me,” you challenge.

“I want to help you; I don’t want to help him,” he clarifies, like this makes everything better. “I’d gladly cross an ocean of burning coal for you, but I refuse to help that Jeno guy get an A he doesn’t deserve.”

“It’s a group grade, I deserve it!” You say defensively.

“If you’d stop swooning over him for like one semester you could get straight A’s, you’re totally capable of it.”

“Please,” you snort. “The only straight A’s I’ve ever had are sitting on my chest, and I’m not proud of it.”

He lets out a heavy sigh that the phone mixes with static.

“So? Will you help me?”

“Yes, fine, but I expect a lot of verbal worship for this,” he sounds resigned, and you bite back a huge smile.

“Great, can you come over?”

You hear him groan softly. “All right, all right. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You could start researching.”

“You know I won’t.”

“Oh my go—”is the last thing he says before the line goes dead. Feeling accomplished, you put the phone back in place and slipped out of the room, strolling casually down the stairs. You enter the kitchen with full plans to raid the fridge for a snack (and, you know, maybe something for Renjun), only to find your sister seated at the table.

“Oh, _________, you’re off the phone, good.” She stands up and crosses to the kitchen phone. You can’t help but notice that the nape of her neck is speckled with little silver dots.

“Sooyeon, why do you have glitter all over yourself?”

“Oh,” she glances down at her body briefly. “The new cheerleading outfits are super sparkly, we tried them on today for flexibility issues.”

“Are you sure it’s not going to blind everyone in the stadium?”

“Yeah, they’re taking out the ones on the skirt, so it’ll just be on the top. But they look fabulous. Don’t you think so, baby?” She’s addressing the boy she’d left seated at our dining table, and you turn to him, watching him go slightly pink in the face.

“Um – yeah, of course.”

You went to junior prom with Zhong Chenle last year, after your parents had met his parents, new to town at the time, at their one-week attempt to “participate actively in religious activities”, and while that night was certainly a night to remember, it wasn’t exactly one you’d tell your grandchildren about with a sweetly nostalgic tone in your voice. You’d plucked up the courage to talk to Lee Jeno that night, especially since that was the only time you thought you’d get to look actually good in school, and for some strange reason you’d deluded yourself into fantasizing that he’d fall madly in love with you, sweep you off your feet and ask you to elope with him on some obscure island in Micronesia.

Of course, you’ve matured since then, but seeing him with Lee Gyuwon wrapped around his lean body just as you’d approached him kind of made you snap that time. In your fury and embarrassment (more of the latter), you walked the entire way home barefoot, presently forgetting about poor Chenle, who’d panicked, thinking you’d been tricked into having undignified sexual encounters with someone behind a bush.

Seriously. He’d checked all the greenery.

Of course, you’d talked to him the following day, and it was a painfully embarrassing experience for both of you (especially when he got to the part when he thought you’d lost your virginity behind a plant in the school greenhouse), but, luckily, Sooyeon had just been leaving the house for cheerleading practice and spotted him.

Long story short, you get to have mega awkward encounters with him almost everyday now, and your younger sister always stands there in witness.

Though, truth be told, if Lee Jeno didn’t exist in the world, Zhong Chenle wouldn’t be a bad choice, or something. He’s smart, in the same AP Physics class as Renjun (apparently, everyone’s in AP Physics but you), and he’s all gentlemanly and stuff, considering his parents are like pastors or saints or something super religious. Sooyeon adores him, and, thanks to the bubbly attitude that comes with being a resident high kicker at every football game our school participated, seems to make him much happier than you could ever. Alternatively, he makes up for whatever C’s she gets on her Chemistry tests. For some people, it really does work out.

“Why’d you need the phone?” You ask, turning away from the still-blushing Chenle to look into the fridge. You take out a donut from the half-emptied box.

“We’re ordering pizza; Chenle’s staying over for dinner.”

“Oh, okay.”

She puts the phone up to her ear before turning back to you, her eyes sparkling.

“_________, have you talked to Jisoo lately?”

“No,” you reply, mouth half-full of donut. “He’s always shut up in his room these days. I expect he’ll come out with a nuclear reactor soon.”

Sooyeon shakes her head, still smiling. “You haven’t been listening closely, have you?”

“Of course not. If there are noises coming from there, I really don’t want to be a part of the audience.”

“Oh you – hang on. Yes, I’d like to order a large pepperoni pizza, please, and…” she cuts herself off, now addressing the phone.

You and Chenle wait patiently for her to finish ordering, trying to avoid staring too long at each other. You both do your best to engage in a bit of conversation here and there, things like “So how’s school?” and “Fine,” but it’s clear no interesting things are going to be bouncing off the walls of the kitchen today.

When Sooyeon chirps the last “thank you!” and hangs up, you turn back to her, and she slides down into the chair she’d previously occupied.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?”

“Well I – yeah, okay,” you concede, wondering briefly if you should wait near the door for Renjun, who’s always impatient, before settling yourself down into the seat beside her.

“So, anyway, Jisoo’s taken to locking himself up in his room recently, and I noticed he’s also been tying up the phone sometimes late at night, which never happens —“

“So, he’s really ordering parts for a nuclear reactor?”

“And he’s taken to reading the magazines I accidentally leave in the bathroom; I saw him sneaking off with one and taking it into his room—“

“So he’s gay?” All the magazines you’d ever seen your sister own involved weird tips on how to make your boobs look two sizes bigger (something you probably should have perused at one point) and how to make men orgasm more than once (something you don’t for some reason, feel very ready for). You’re not sure if you’re surprised at the thought that Jisoo could be gay. On the one hand, no one in the house would bat an eyelash, but on the other hand, he also seems more likely to build a robot boyfriend than go out and get one.

“No,” A peal of laughter escapes your younger sister’s lips. “I’ve noticed he’s not eating much either, and he’s been asking me all these really odd questions about girls…”

“Oh.” Something began to dawn in the back of your mind. “Oh. You mean, there’s a… thing. A tiny one. With… yeah?”

“A girl, yes. I think.” Sooyeon grinned. “Isn’t it cute? Jisoo finally has a crush on someone!”

“I don’t really know if the word is cute…”

At that precise moment, Jisoo, with his eleven-year-old lanky figure and large glasses, walks in, holding an empty glass. Wordlessly, he walks to the sink, and begins to rinse the glassware. After a minute of silence, he speaks, his back still turned to all of you.

“Why are you all staring at the back of my head?”

The three of you turn away, unsure of why you’re embarrassed but definitely feeling like you should be.

“Sorry,” you reply sheepishly – well, you and Chenle do, while Sooyeon leans back forward to address Jisoo. “Hey, Jisoo.”

“Huh?” He mutters distractedly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, never better, why?”

“Nothing, you’ve just been acting a bit odd these days,” she remarks before adding, “Oh, but not in a bad way, just in… an odd way.”

You want to do something, like kick her under the table, but your legs are too short, and you’re frankly afraid of what Chenle will do to you if he sees you roughing up his precious girlfriend. You content yourself to fuming at her and trying to catch her attention with ugly faces. Neither of these methods work.

“No, I’m fine,” Jisoo replies slowly.

“You sure? You know you can tell us anything.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, you know – things about school, friends, your dreams, hopes… girls… That sort of thing.”

You see the unmistakable red begin to creep around the base of the back of his neck. It’s a nasty family thing — the bright scarlet that makes you all look like you’re about to implode when you’re embarrassed or angry. He clears his throat. “Yes, yes, thank you, Sooyeon —“

“I mean, especially about girls.”

“Yes, I got it the first time around.” With finality, Jisoo puts the glass back in the cupboard and, without so much as a glance towards you, hurries out of the kitchen and back upstairs. You hear the door open and, for a brief moment, the music inside your brothers’ room grows louder until it’s once again muffled by the door closing shut. Metal. Ugh, that dumb, senseless noise.

“What about Jiho?” You think of your youngest brother, who’s the source of half the noise pollution that comes from this house.

“What about him?”

“I mean, has he got – I don’t know. A girl… thing?”

“Oh. Jiho? No. I’m pretty sure he’d sell his soul to a devil warlock or something before he went near anything with lady parts. Although,” she adds as an afterthought. “I have noticed he seems rather shifty whenever I walk in and he’s on the computer…”

The kitchen falls into a very, very heavy state of awkward silence. In that time, your mind forces you to envision your thirteen-year-old brother, in his goth-emo-punk-metal-almost-satanic phase, sitting in front of a monitor, trying very hard to conceal the fact that he’d just been perusing a 30-minute 480-px video equivalent of the kama sutra.

The doorbell rings just as you make a horrified face, and you get up, relieved to be able to leave this highly elevated state of discomfort. “That’s probably Renjun, bye,” you announce weakly, standing up and inching away from the kitchen.

“Is Renjun staying for dinner?”

“I don’t know; I’ll ask.” You hurry to the door and open it to reveal a somewhat out of breath Huang Renjun. You eye him and his body-wide sheen of sweat suspiciously.

“What happened to you? You look like you’ve just come from a jog across the border.”

“Excuse me for being late, your highness. You’d have trouble catching your breath too if you lugged this bag along,” with that, he slings off the strap of his backpack and flings the thing unceremoniously onto the ground. Wincing, he massages his shoulder.

“What,” you demand, eying his bag. “Is in there?”

“Well, everything we could – and probably will – need,” he kicks it inside, and you move to let him in. As you shut the door, you find Renjun staring at you with an odd expression across his face. You snap your fingers in front of his eyes, and he shakes himself out of the trance.

“Oh, sorry,” he blinks owlishly. “You look terrible.”

“Says the guy who’s wheezing like an old bat.”

“No, you look all… pale and sick. What did Lee Jeno do, drain your life source?” He chuckles at his own remark; you, on the contrast, don’t find it particularly amusing. “Did you just come from staring out the window into Jaemin’s house again? I saw his car parked in front of the driveway.” You resist perking up at this new information, choosing to morph your face into a sour, haughty look that Renjun doesn’t really buy.

“Ha ha.”

“No, really, _________, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you slump down onto the couch, trying to drag Renjun’s backpack of books across the floor. You’re too much of a weakling, so it’s not working out too well.

“You look bothered.”

“I am not bothered.”

“Did Lee Jeno steal your soul?”

“No -– I’m sorry, quantum physics?” you demand, pulling out a book after glimpsing the title from the mouth of the bag, the zipper having given way as you’d tried to fruitlessly yank at the bag.

“Be prepared for everything — you know what they say.”

“You really think I’m going to end up doing a project about… I don’t know, string theory?”

“That’d be a fun challenge,” he tries.

“Not even the smart people have proven it; do you expect me to?”

“You and your beloved Lee Jeno could.” He pauses, as if he’s just said the punch line of a joke, but you don’t laugh, and he decides not to either. “Alright, fine — no string theory, then.” Renjun takes the book from your grasp and tosses it onto the floor. “What do you want to do?”

“If I knew, you wouldn’t be here.”

He rolls his eyes but says nothing, choosing to pull out his books from his all-but-split bag. You lean back onto the couch and cross your arms.

“Sooyeon told me weird things today.”

“What? Has someone on the cheerleading team got crabs again?” He asks distractedly, leafing through a few pages.

“No, it’s about my brothers.”

“Oh, scary and scarier?” You grunt in confirmation, choosing not to comment on a terrible but slightly true set of nicknames. “What about them?”

“Jisoo might be building a nuclear reactor —”

“Really.”

“Or might be into a girl.”

“Omo.”

“And Jiho might be sacrificing his soul to the underworld—”

“Right.”

“Or he might be watching porn.”

“Well, your life certainly never lacks color, does it?” Renjun laughs. “Though some of those assumptions are a bit alarming.”

“Oh, no, it’s perfectly normal to want to put up your soul for sale,” you reply sarcastically.

“It’s all just phase stuff,” Renjun shrugs. “At least they’re not having sausage fights in their shared bedroom.” This is, perhaps, the most uncomfortable and agonizing pause you’ve experienced all day. Even Renjun has to shift in discomfort at his own words.

“Well, with that super nice suggestion, shall we move on then?” You prompt.

“Yes, please.”

                                                         *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Two hours and twenty-five minutes later finds you on your laptop, scrolling through your news feed on Facebook, while Renjun, ever the responsible best friend/tutor, tries to pull you away from it.

“__________,” he snaps. “Focus. This is your project.”

“I am listening!”

“All right, what did I say last?”

“Something about the water thing with a funny name that starts with M.”

“The Mpemba Effect,” he says tartly. “and I said that like an hour ago.”

“But that was nice, why can’t we do that one? I love water? Oh, that’s funny,” you chuckle, clicking the like button on one of those stupid cat meme posts.

“______________.”

“Look, Renjun, it’s a cat praising Jesus in a kitchen, you can’t tell me that’s not funny— ” you try showing him the picture, but it doesn’t seem to lighten his mood.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake — give me that—”

“No wait, I wasn’t done reading Lee Gyuwon’s super annoying status update—”

“_________, focus on your physics thing— ” His voice begins to rise dangerously.

“I am focusing,” you retort. “I’ve just been taking a break—”

“For two hours,” he snaps. “Not counting your five minute bathroom break!”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do; that’s nature—”

“Fine! I give up!” He throws his hands up into the air, stuffing at least three books in one go back into his backpack.

“Renjun!” you whine as he gets up and begins to put on his jacket. “Renjun, come on, don’t be like that! I’m sorry—”

“__________, you asked me to come here and help you, and you’ve left me to do all the work once again and I cannot believe I wasted another two hours of my life being under appreciated again— ”

“I do appreciate you!” you cry. “I appreciate you so much!”

“Clearly not as much as a religious cat in a fucking kitchen!”

“You know I’m a stupid kid! Anyways, if you had a like button on you, I’d click it a million times!”

He pauses in the act of buttoning and eyes you warily, as though waiting for you to continue groveling – which, of course, he is.

“Come on, you know I think you’re much cuter and funnier than a cat.”

“It isn’t about the cat.”

“Then what’s it about? Look, I’m sorry, okay, it’s just —- physics really isn’t my thing, you know that, I can’t even pay attention in class.” You frown.

“It’s… ___________, come on, it’s not even about that. It’s like I’m not even here; you don’t -– are you even listening to me?”

“Wait, shh,” you raise a palm up, distracted. Your eyes are fixed on the screen, slowly widening in shock. Two notification bumpers had appeared in the bottom-left hand corner of your monitor while you had been trying to defend yourself.

“_______, I was just talking to you. This is exactly what I mean —“

“Renjun, look, look,” you beg.

“Oh, what is it now? If it’s another stupid obese cat with a burger, I’m going to strangle myself.”

“No, look,” You point at your screen, your voice growing hushed. A groan escapes his lips, but, after a moment of hesitant sulking, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he leans down to see what you’d been staring at. Following your finger, the expression on his face changes from confusion to irritation to defeat. He breathes out an immensely heavy sigh of exasperation.

Lee Jeno has accepted your friend request. Write on Lee Jeno’ timeline.

Na Jaemin has sent you a friend request.

“Jeno added me as a friend,” you whisper, as if the notification doesn’t make the fact clear enough.

“Uh huh. So did Jaemin.”

“Lee Jeno,” your voice is rising uncontrollably now. “Wants to be my friend.”

“Why are you acting like this is such a big deal?”

“Jeno added me on Facebook,” you near-scream at Renjun, even though his face is like five inches away from yours and he has to lean back to avoid the one grain of spit that leaps off your bottom lip.

“Facebook isn’t even real friendship! If Jeno were your friend, he’d be here helping you with your group project instead of me. I am the real friend here.”

“You don’t understand. I’ve been trying to add him for months. He’s finally added me back.”

“And that makes you feel good?”

“I feel like I could do anything now,” you laugh, giddy. Renjun isn’t sharing in your enthusiasm, though; he looks pretty sour, and his fingers rise up to his chest to continue buttoning his jacket.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” he mutters, and you ignore the fact that he doesn’t sound happy at all. “Why don’t you just text me when you need me again, like you always do?”

“Huh?” You look up distractedly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’ve been helping you for hours, and you’re paying more attention to a stupid friend request than me. You keep ignoring me for Jeno.”

You glance between him and the screen, confused. “I’m not trying to ignore you. I’m just… excited. I’m just happy. I really like him. I feel like this could be my one shot. Is acting this way so wrong? You know I’ve wanted to be friends with him forever. Maybe something more.”

You and Renjun stare at each other for what feels like hours; his Adam’s apple is quivering, like he wants to say something else but is just swallowing it. His cheeks are flushed, and his bottom lip is jutted out, but you have no clue why he can’t just be happy for you.

“Renjun —”

“No, you’re right,” he cuts you off, and his voice is weird now; kind of forced and thick, like he’s been eating too many lemons. “I’m sorry. I know how much this means to you. I know how much you like him.”

“You’re mad. I’m sorry if I wasn’t paying attention earlier. Really. The cats aren’t as important as you. I just get so bored of schoolwork easily. It doesn’t have anything to do with me not appreciating you.”

“I’m not mad about the cats, ________, I’m —”  He raises his hands, like he wants to punch the wall, but it’s not his house, and your mom could come down from all the yelling, so he just forces them down along with whatever he had been planning to say. “I’m not mad. I’m not mad, okay? But I really have to go now.”

“You’re not staying for dinner? Sooyeon ordered pizza. Pepperoni.”

“I do like pepperoni,” he mumbles, wavering. “But I… think my mom wants me home for dinner.”

“Oh. Okay,” you chew on your lip, unsure of what else to say; luckily, Renjun is bustling around, gathering his books and ripping out papers from the pad he’d been writing on while you’d been reading Lee Gyuwon’s status. He hands two sheets to you.

“Here. There’s a list on it that you can use. Research them first so you can see if you can do it. You can message me if stuff isn’t clear to you, but at least try using Google first.”

“I will,” you promise, standing up as he walks towards the door, letting the night breeze carry in as he opens it and checks his pockets for his valuables.”Um, Renjun?”

“Hm?”

“I’ll call you later, okay?”

He pauses for a second, letting out a sigh that escapes through the open door. You’re worried for a second that he’s going to make up a blatant excuse not to talk to you, but he nods slowly.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll text you when I get home.”

A feeling of relief spreads over you, and you wave him goodbye, telling him to be safe walking back.

When you run back to your laptop, you see that there’s a new message waiting for you. Virtually no one but Renjun and your aunt in Beijing messages you on Facebook, so you’re surprised to see it’s a new name. That surprise washes out quickly, however, because the excitement at the idea that it could be Jeno is quickly overridden by the actual reality that it’s from Jaemin.

Na Jaemin: i didn’t know we weren’t friends on here yet.

Na Jaemin: sorry again for what happened in the cafeteria. ㅠㅠ

You: it’s fine!

You: i’ll have your jacket back clean tmr

Na Jaemin: don’t worry about it!

Na Jaemin: i don’t need it any time soon

Na Jaemin: you can keep it if you need it ^^

You: I have my own jackets

You: it’s fien i’ll give it back

You: *fine

You missed a call from Jaemin.

Na Jaemin: sjdg

Na Jaemin: sry

Na Jaemin: Jeon is

Na Jaemin: Jeno is asking about the project ?

You: is he there with you?

You: please tell him i started working on it already ^^

Na Jaemin: he’s here

Na Jaemin: he

Na Jaemin: he’s adding you on fb he says

You: yes i saw!!

Na Jaemin: ajarf

Na Jaemin: sorry jneo is playing with my dog and the laptop

Na Jaemin: keeps getting hit

You: it’s fine!!!

Na Jaemin: he says okay abt teh project

Na Jaemin: he

Na Jaemin: he says nice profile picture

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Hurricane Heller 13

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[Tw: mentions of gore, cleaning wounds and stitching gunshots]

13. Administrative Leave

Mordecai has been there for hours, the compress held to his swollen face while he stares at the ceiling. Clutching his last connection to his family and his lost faith in hand, the tuxedo periodically runs his thumb over the ornate outer face of his pocket watch, waiting for a decision from Savage regarding his position in the organisation's well-oiled machine.

Everything about Fiores he'd proposed before their fight had been lies. The kid he bailed out was definitely an employee, but didn't work the tables that night. He was busy getting beaten, for being caught for the minor offenses and risking bringing the police knocking on their door. Mordecai simply baited the underboss' temper into a fight and ended it before the claims could be challenged, making Fiores look guilty in front of his enforces.

That doubt might save his skin, if Savage actually decides to interrogate the enforcers on what happened, but it's just as likely he'll order him a shot between the eyes to be done with them both at once.

When he last checked his pocket watch, it was almost four in the morning. Mordecai has been here for over three hours now, suffering through the waiting game as his head slowly went from an intense throbbing, to a dull ache echoing his pulse. His eye has swollen shut completely and his jaw feels bulbous and hot, making his sinuses ache, but it's all things that'll heal with time, if he's permitted to live.

It's his leg he's concerned about; the wayward bullet nicked him, searing through the outer thigh of his right leg and raw muscle, creating a shallow channel through his flesh. It's excessively painful, nauseating to look at and difficult to rest on the hard, tiled floor comfortably. His foot goes numb if he stays still too long, so he has to shift it often, which opens the clotted mess of blood and grime that's caked the frayed fabric to the wound.

Not that being comfortable would help much. He can't leave the launderette until Savage hands down orders, nor is he content to sleep with weapons pointed at him. Exhaustion claws at his consciousness, but the leg wound keeps him from succumbing to sleep, and he supposed in that regard it's a temporary benefit.

A door squeaks open. The eleventh hour is nigh.

He doesn't open his eye at first, assuming the worst is about to transpire with hushed voices in the threshold, but the click of a fine heel feels particularly out of place. Mordecai frowns before cracking his eye tiredly, to be met not with the barrel of a pistol, but a woman dressed like a school ma'am with a large Gladstone bag held before her.

Slightly shorter than average, the woman is dressed smart but demure; a sensible kitten heel and pantyhose in black, a navy skirt set with sharp box pleats, a navy suit jacket, and white shirt sporting a wide ruffle collar draped over the suit jacket. A navy cowl is pulled over her ears too, casting her face in shadow. Sharp blue eyes look the young tom up and down beneath the hood before she turns to the man at her shoulder. "I need a bowl o'boiled water an' some rag. Clean rag, mind. Th'boy don't need sepsis too."

Once the man has his marching orders, the woman places her bag on the floor, carefully kneels beside it and clicks the top open. Mordecai lowers the defunct compress to his lap as she rummages around in her bag, producing a bottle of a clear white liquor, some bandages and cotton pads. Not his executioner then, but his nurse. Perhaps I won't die tonight?

Bag left open, the woman turns back around and without warning, takes hold of his chin. Digging her claws in a little when he tries to shake her free, she waits for his protests to subside before turning his face to look at his eye and jaw, leaning in far closer than Mordecai is comfortable with. "Jus' bruisin'," she informs briskly, releasing his chin and lowering her cowl. "Y'leg migh' need stitches, but won't know f'sure 'til I get this muck off. Face is fine, though."

Mordecai is surprised to see the colourful fur beneath her cowl; a burnt orange pelt, black ear tips and thick brows, with similar black markings around her white muzzle. Bright turquoise eyes stare back into greens, all vibrancies of pelt and iris not seen natively in New York without tabby stripes. When he stays silent, she raises a brow. "Starin's rude. You want fixin', I'd suggest y'stop gawkin'."

Dark ears fold as Mordecai scowls, hackles raising. "I wasn't staring," he states, then looks away as a steaming bowl of water is placed between them. "At least, not intentionally."

"Don't matter if y'meant to or not. You'd get a smack if y'was my kid, even at y'age." She shakes her head in disapproval as she unscrews the bottle of spirit, measures a capful, and dumps it into the hot water. A second capful gets dumped in the water too, but the third is held towards Mordecai. When he doesn't take the offering, the woman sighs and pressing it into his hand, starts soaking the rag in the solution. "Get it down y'lad. This isn't gon'be fun withou' a little liquor."

The tuxedo scowls. "I don't dri-"

He cuts off with a sharp gasp, spilling a little of the shot as a solution-soaked rag presses to the raw flesh of his thigh. He tries to jerk away from the searing pain traveling through the entire appendage, but a strong hand holds him steady, the other working at the clotted mass connecting his wound to Mordecai's torn trouser leg. His toes curl, his claws drag at the cracked tiles and his head hangs as he weathers each wave of pain with nausea in his throat until it subsides.

There's no sympathy in the lines of her face when their eyes meet through his fringe, the nurse only motioning to what remains of his liquor cap before rinsing her rag. The solution turns a sick shade of pink, little clumps of blood and tissue floating away as it's rung out. Mordecai inhales shakily and knocks back the burning liquor without complaint beyond a hiss and an unconscious shudder of disgust.

Between the wound cleaning, cutting off a pant leg (the tom refused to disrobe in front of them), four stitches and binding on a dressing, the ordeal lasts an hour. Mordecai downed a second shot in lieu of actual painkillers while being stitched up and feels woozy as he's escorted to a car waiting to take the tom home. "Y'on admin leave," the nurse states as he's bundled into the back seat. "Th'boss'll be in touch soon."

Mordecai isn't quite sure what admin leave is, but he's never been so grateful to fall face first into his mattress that night, not even bothering to take off his shoes or jacket. Crumpled clothes and filthy sheets are a tomorrow-Mordecai problem, he decides as he curls up under his duvet, bandaged thigh carefully positioned to not to jostle the wound. Sleep…

-.-.-

Knock knock knock!

The sound pounds directly in Mordecai's skull, an incessant and painful thump synchronised with his pulse as it thrums in his ears, head, and neck in tandem. The monochrome tuxedo tries to open his eyes and groans when the pain only intensifies in the afternoon sun. Scrunching up his face, he lays an arm across his eyes and swallows thickly, his mouth excessively dry. Water… I need-

Knock knock knock!

He squints up at the ceiling, realising the knock wasn't just a symptom of mind but an actual knocking. Repeat, insistent knocks unlike those offered when required for a job. It takes a great deal of effort for Mordecai to sit up, pivoting his body so his - still shoe-clad? - feet touch the floorboards, a pulse echoing awfully in his ears as he pushes to his feet.

The tom gasps as sharp pains shoot up his right thigh and his leg gives way; Mordecai stumbles and falls against the nearest wall with a further grunt, stitches in his leg straining against the movement. It's then the memories return: the kid he interrogated, his fight with Fiores, the gunshot, the nurse and finally, the paint-stripping liquor far more potent than a Sabbath wine. His head swims; he swallows hard. I'm… hungover?

Knock knock knock! "Mordecai? Are you there?"

A familiar voice, though the tomcat can't quite place it in his current state. Balancing against the wall, Mordecai tests his weight on his throbbing leg before hobbling toward the front door, which seems like miles in his compromised state, a palm pressed to the wall for security the entire way. Pausing at the threshold, he runs shaking fingers through wayward morning hair before opening it.

Nataliya's smile falters immediately, hands flying to her muzzle in shock. "Oh my- what happen?"

It's then Mordecai looks down at his disheveled state: a suit and tie from the day prior still worn, now creased beyond an explainable median; one of his pants legs roughly cut off at the top of his thigh; a thick bandage wound around said exposed thigh; his shirt cuffs unfastened and collar loose, suspenders dangling down his back; and his face blown up like a balloon, pince nez broken and wonky on his deformed snout.

Mordecai sighs and without even trying to deter her, turns to hobble back inside. He's thankful when Nataliya accepts the silent invitation and slips in behind him, closing his door with a gentle click before he's hovering around his limping frame. Nataliya follows him around worriedly, almost helping him a few times before she withdraws again, uncertain what to do or even if it's appropriate to assist.

"Mordy, what happen?" The tuxedo almost laughs when she asks that, but a preliminary chuckle jerks his injuries and he grunts quietly instead, carefully sliding in his armchair. How could he explain last night without mentioning his malicious job? He takes off his pince nez and rubs his eyes slowly, kind of glad she's there, until the silence allowing Nataliya to say more: "You Ma ask me to see you okay, but I see you… very not okay."

The mention of his mother stills the tuxedo, hackles raising as he glares at Nataliya over his hand. Of course his mother is involved; she's the only reason he and Nataliya ever met, he's sure of it. Now she's got the girl doing reconnaissance on her son because he's not been home in three weeks. His hand lowers to his lap, pince nez replaced as his scowl only deepens, aching jaw tight. 

"That's why you're here?" He asks, perhaps the coldest tone he's ever used with the girl cutting the air. Large black ears fold back as Nataliya recoils slightly. He has no empathy for the girl though; he's too pained, too exhausted, too angry. His gaze narrows as his frustrations finally boil over. "Not because you are concerned for my health, or that we were somewhat close, but to appease my mother."

"I was w-"

"Does she still insist we should be betrothed?" he interrupts, not wanting to hear excuses or justifications. He's heard too many such things - usually lies - when torturing the truth out of targets as Savage's puppet. He's so sick of always being someone's puppet. "Or was that inane suggestion finally put to rest once I abandoned Sabbath services?"

Tears well in her yellow eyes, features crumpled sadly, her hands wringing before her as she tries to find words while targeted by such an intense anger, especially from someone she didn't believe capable of such hatred. Eventually, she sucks in a breath, her body shaking and tail tucked between her legs. "Mrs Kovitz h-has soup for you. Matzo ball s-soup. Your Ma said you… l-like it."

With that final offering, Nataliya makes a hasty exit from the apartment, slamming the door behind her to mask her sobs. The thin walls hide nothing as she runs down the stairs and into the street in floods of tears, leaving Mordecai alone with his thoughts once more. 

A flurry of mixed emotions he doesn't quite understand bombard his mind at once and in an attempt to quell them, Mordecai grabs the nearest object - one of his father's old books - and throws it at the door with an anguished cry. Not surprisingly, the book falls uselessly to the ground after striking the door, doing nothing to mediate his unsettling emotions or relieve his pain.

He feels hollow, an avocado skin scooped free of bland pith and left to rot in the sun, empty and meaningless, beyond openly decaying. Still hyper-aware of every neuron singing in his brain, incapable of processing the stimuli, Mordecai cups his face in his hands and breathes, hoping if he stays like that long enough, it'll all just… go away.

[secondhand-snow]

#americacumsfirst

" You can see her thighs spread and skirt pushed up"

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He ripped her pantyhose, didn't he?

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"Mencken on the other hand… you can see his slacks pushed down, his pelvis, and the shaft of his dick as he thrusts into her."

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Paraphrasing MCU's Captain America: "That's America's dick"

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Can y'all imagine the uproar about President Mencken's dick?

omg absolutely. if she was wearing full length tights he totally ripped the crotch of them because it would've taken too long to take them fully off. or maybe she was wearing stockings attached to a garter belt for easier access...

honestly he wouldn't have anything to be ashamed of. i feel like he's average thickness but quite a bit longer than normal. his opposition would want to say something about it, make fun of him for having a small dick or a weak stroke game, but he's clearly bigger than average and obviously knows what he's doing so...

oh and his fanboys would totally make some shirt about it. take a screenshot from the video and put some slogan about america's dick being bigger than other countries.

[teribst]

Take Your Mom

A STORY BY

MIKE

My name is Ryan and I was half way through my senior year at Texas A&M and I was home for the holiday, and it was Christmas day 2019. I’m 6 foot and 8 in and I’m at 200 pounds even. I’m an avid outdoorsman who loves to camp, fish and hunt, but I only shoot things with my camera. I shaved my head, well my everything really for swimming in high school, liked it and so everything is still hairless. I have a full Fu Manchu style mustache, gray eyes and while I’m not a troll I am for the most part just an average looking guy.

~

Mom has never been able to sleep much later than 5:30 on Christmas morning and this day was no different. I heard the bedroom door open and could hear her pad over the hardwood floor to me on bare feet. “Ryan,” She sat on the side of the bed putting her hand on my thigh, “Santa came, so get up.”

I rolled to my back looking at her in the dim light sitting with her left leg tucked under her as she was, I put my hand on her knee. “You know what I wonder? I wonder if Santa has any idea how beautiful Misses Clause is.”

She moved to get up and squeezed my thigh, “And thoughts like that, as sweet as they are, is why Santa only brought you a box of coal. Come on, put a wiggle in it.”

“Ok, ok let me pee and I’ll be right there.”

~

Dad as always was sitting in his recliner with his eyes closed and mom gave him the look that always scared me. “Pete either go back to bed or wake up.”

I picked up his coffee cup and took it into the kitchen, filling it again as I got myself a cup, “Mom, do you want some more coffee before we start?”

Sounding a little exasperated she said, “No baby, just get your butt in here.”

Now I know it’s supposed to be wrong and I know I’ll probably go to hell for doing it and I can’t seem to help myself because my mom is smokin hot. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall and curvy with a small B cup breast, slender waist and beautifully perfect legs.

And on this Christmas morning she was in a quarter sleeve cotton pajama top with little blue flowers all over it and matching boxer style bottoms. As I looked I wondered if she knew that they were just short enough to put a couple of inches of her lovely round butt cheeks on display. Or if she knew it was especially fun to watch when she bent over or was crawling around on her knees getting things from under the tree.

Having no control over it as I watched her having so much fun playing Santa I grew to be about half hard in my boxers. I’m pretty well hung making it fairly hard to hide and it was when she was giving me my 4th gift I saw her look at the bulge in those boxers and when her eyes met mine her cheeks went pink and I mouthed, “Sorry,”

She smiled, shaking her head just a little as she winked at me and went back to Santa time with nothing being said.

~

All through the rest of the winter and then early spring dad and I had planned a biking trip to Sandy Creek Park on Lake Travis. It's a primitive park with water only and the public toilets are out houses. The park is about 75 miles from our house with nice roads to ride our Recumbent tricycle style bicycles on and having made the ride before I knew with stops along the way it would take about 9 hours to get to the park.

I bought and made custom changes in a couple of small bicycle trailers so we could each pull the supplies it would take to spend a week roughing it while camping beside the lake. 

Every weekend I would make the hour drive home from school on Friday and spend the whole weekend planning and putting around trying to make the trailers just right so that pulling it with a couple of 100 pounds on wouldn’t hardly make any difference in how we rode. I just wanted things to be perfect while getting everything all set to go.

For as long as I can remember most of the time mom ran around the house wearing a blouse with pantyhose as pants. Again I tried to not look at her in a lustful way, but most of the time all it did was stoke my fantasy. It was always about her legs, she simply drove me crazy, and after seeing me get half hard Christmas morning I was pretty sure she had a good idea what she was doing.

It seemed that dad was almost always gone and while I was working in the garage most of the time she would do whatever she had to do in the house and then come out and spend time sitting in an old directors fold chair with me. So with it being just me and her, we spent hours talking and as we talked more and more we became much more open and comfortable with each other.

~

When I graduated with a degree in Radiology there was of course a big party and I had got a job in a mid-sized hospital that I would start a couple of months after we got back from our camping trip.

We were going to leave for the lake at daylight on Sunday so with dad working like he always did I spent Saturday getting both trailers all loaded up and packed and repacked.

Mom and I were watching TV and it was about 9 pm on Saturday night when I got a text from him, “Ryan, son I’m sorry but I’m on an airplane heading to Jerusalem. The way things have blown up over there, well I just didn’t have a choice. I think your mom would go if you asked her.”

“Son of a bitch!”

Her head almost spun off her shoulders, “Language young man.”

“Sorry, sorry. Dad just canceled our trip. Well the part of him going on it anyway.”

And there was that scary look in her eyes. “Yes I just got a text as well. What did yours say?”

I read it to her and she smiled just a little, “Well he's right I would like to go with you if you’ll have me.” She was quiet for a while just staring at the TV, “You do of course know he took his PA Linda with him. It seems she always goes wherever he does.”

Tring to step away from the subject because I had kinda sorta caught them once so I knew for sure he was screwing her, I got up, “I would like to take off about daylight if you're up for it.”

“I’ll be ready.”

~

The next morning I was having a cup of coffee when Mom came into the kitchen, “I don’t know how you can drink that. If I have a cup we will have to stop every 10 minutes so I can pee, and wait…She turned to look at me, “What do you do if you have to pee out in the middle of nowhere?”

“Oh my, you have led such a sheltered life. I just go pee.”

“You mean like you go pee in your bike shorts?!”

Now I laughed, “Most of the time you're sweating out so much water having to pee isn’t a problem but yes when I have to go I just go, as do most of the people I ride with.” I wagged my eyebrows at her, “Men and women.”

She frowned, shaking her head, “Well I don’t know about all of that.”

Once we got her backpack full of whatever a woman puts in a backpack stuck in the trailer where dad would have gone holding out my hand I said, “I bought these voice activated radios that will kind of be like an intercom and as I put hers on for her she looked up at me. “Ryan honey, I promise to try and carry my own weight this week. You know I have done 50 miles a lot of times but I have never been as far as this.” 

“You’ll do fine. All we have to do is pace ourselves so we run 9 or 10 miles an hour and as long as you're in the right gear it shouldn’t be a problem. Besides, we'll stop in every town along the way for a candy bar or a snack of some kind. I think we should be able to make George Town about lunch time so we can take a nice break and eat there. I don’t think it's much more than 20 miles from there to the campgrounds at the lake.”

There wasn't much conversation along the way. Even if you're not out of breath it takes a lot more air to try and talk and peddle at the same time. And with her in the lead so I could keep an eye on her she set a nice easy pace and every once in a while I’d ask, “Are you doing ok?” and she would throw her hand up in the air with her thumb sticking up.

We were just about halfway between Taylor Texas and GeorgeTown when she squealed, and “SSSShhiit!” came through my earphones and I saw water coming through the nylon webbing of her bike seat leaving a wet trail for about a block.

When it stopped I laughed into the microphone, “Feel better?” I chuckled when I heard a soft “Yes.” came back to me and in a not so motherly way her hand came up and she flipped me off as a soft chuckle came through my earphones.

~

Because the pace she had set was just over 11 miles an hour we were just on the outskirts of George Town a little before noon and as we were coming up to it she pointed to an In and Out burger, “I’m starving.”

We sat and ate on the outside patio, refilled all of our water bottles and stretched. She looked at me with the corners of her mouth turned up in about a half smile. “I have never in my life even dreamed I’d pee in such a public place and never in front of you. Ryan I am so far out of my comfort zone here the only thing I am sure of is that the sky is blue. I also think if things like that are going to happen on this trip you or mostly I might do better with you calling me KC.” She put her hand on my arm. “I don’t think, well for the first time in 20 years I think we have left your mom at home.”

I pulled her hand up and kissed her finger tips, “I love you and you have set a good pace so keep it up.” and we were off.

~

Because we had stopped here and there farting around having a snack or whatever I had been right, it had taken us just over 9 hours when we rolled into the state park..

There was a camp spot that I had used before that I was hoping was empty and it was. It sat right on the lake shore and was well shaded from a couple of old Texas Oaks. Sitting right on the lake as it was, the campsite had a great view for watching the boaters and was just beside a rocky point that had always in the past been a great fishing spot. 

I pulled down into the campsite and KC rolled to a stop next to me and looked around. “Ryan, no wonder you like to come here, honey it’s beautiful.”

I had got off my trike and was pulling my lycra bike shirt off over my head. “It’s always cool here because of the breeze coming off of the lake and these trees.” I pointed, “There is a water faucet there by the picnic table,” and I pointed to some large rocks, “And you need to remember to watch where you're putting your feet when you walk around and be sure to look around before you bare your cute little bottom when you squat to go pee because there are snakes here. This is their house and I have never thought that they like sharing it with us very much.” As I pulled the cover off of the trailer I went on. “Honey it’s Texas and you can wear as much or as little as you like out here,” and again I pointed, “The out house is way the hell over there and it’s nasty. I have some plastic bags you can open and spread out on the ground and when you're done you can tie the top off and toss it into that trash can over there.” I smiled as I looked at her standing and looking around, “And you can pee anywhere there isn’t a snake and you're comfortable doing it.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Yes. I love you very much and my heart is full that you're here with me.”

Her cheeks went pink, “Good because I love you too. Now what do I do first?”

~

It didn’t take long and as KC put out some things on the picnic table I set out our tent. It’s a self pop up style with plenty of room for 2 and if need be wide enough to put things in to keep dry if it rains. I had also brought a queen size air mattress that when done right rolled up into almost nothing and used my lungs as the air pump had it spread out in no time at all. “KC honey I think it’s going to be a little too warm to sleep in these sleeping bags. So what would you think if we open one up and sleep on top of it? I'm sure we can cover up with that huge Beach towel I brought?”

“I took out the summer sausage, cheese and some crackers if you're hungry, and using that towel as a sheet will be fine. Ryan I hadn’t thought much about modesty until just now. Honey I um…well I don’t like to sleep in much. Um, will that bother you?”

I chuckled, “I have seen a naked woman before, and while I have never seen one anywhere near as beautiful as you naked I’m sure I can handle it.” And that was also the 2nd time since we had started setting up camp I caught her looking at the lump in my bike shorts.

We ate our sausage and cheese and chased it down with filtered and purified lake water and while KC cleaned up our little mess I moved through the Masket and Cedar Trees looking for firewood.

I had lined the bottom of both trailers with 2x4 blocks but I knew they would only last one or maybe 2 nights. By the time I got everything back to our camp I had a nice pile of wood for an evening fire.

When I had everything set up KC looked at me, “I saw a bar of soap in a plastic bag.” She pushed her lips to the side and then bit her bottom lip. “I feel kind of like I may have pissed my pants today so would you come down to the water with me while I bathe?”

I smiled, “Sure, after our trip out here and then stomping around in the trees I would take one too. That’s if you don’t mind.”

“I’m ok with it.” She went to her backpack and pulled out the same shorts I had seen her wearing at Christmas and pointed to the water, “And I’m sure you know a flat spot to stand on while we are washing up?”

She had left her lycra bike riders onesie on as we had got our camp set up and now with her clean shorts in hand she was walking just in front of me, and I watched that beautiful ass jiggle all the way to the shore line. She was smiling as she pointed out over the water “Find me a flat spot my man.”

~

I stepped in front of her and held out my hand. “Take a step, big rock. Take a big step and there is another big rock. Take a step and it's a  smaller rock. Now step forward and you're on the rock bottom and it's the edge of a shelf that drops off to pretty deep water just about 25 feet farther out.”

We were standing in water that was just a little below waist deep and showing no shyness she slipped the shoulder straps of her onesie off over her shoulder. She watched my eyes as breasts her came into view and of course I looked, KC chuckled, “You know if someone had told me a week ago I would be standing waist deep in a lake and would not be only stripping naked in front of a man, or that I would kind of like him looking at me I would have told them they were full of crap.” She rinsed her onesie out and took a couple of steps back to the rocks back to lay it out.

 When she turned to come back I had taken my shorts off, “Here catch and lay mine out to please.”

After the first shyness left I took the mesh bag with the soap in it. “Here hold the bag while I do your back.” I didn’t try to make it anything other than what it was, me washing her back and when I was done I took the soap bag and she washed me. Soon enough feeling refreshed I again held her hand as still naked we went back over the rocks.

With no one parked close around us we didn’t bother to dress when we got back to our camp. It was just starting to get dark so I set the small Solar battery powered lamp out away from us to try and get the night time bugs to follow it. It didn’t work, and we were fresh meat and they were hungry.

“Come on you're going to get eaten alive so let’s get you into the tent. There is a nice enough breeze that it shouldn't be too hot inside.”

With the screen closed and the dim little night light on KC shook out her hair finger combing it. I put my hand on her knee. “Are you doing ok with all,” I waved my arm around, “Of this. I mean I know this kind of camping can be more than a little hard.”

“Yes baby I’m fine, but thank you for asking. I’m just super tired, the ride over here almost kicked my butt.” She laid down, “But I made it.” And just like that she was asleep.

~ It was just getting good and light outside when I opened my eyes to find her half laying on me, her firm breast mashed into my chest. When she felt me move a little her eyes came to mine as she looked at me, “Sorry I didn’t want to wake you but honey I really have to pee.” I watched as she zipped the tent door open and stepped to the downhill side of the tent and squatted. My eyes were drawing to her bottom and what was going on between her legs like a magnet to steel.

She smiled, “A gentleman would look away.”

I chuckled, “And whoever told you I was a gentleman lied to you, and beside a lady would have turned the other way.”

And from right out of nowhere came, “Ryan, do you like what you see when you look at me?”

“Oh my goodness yes! Only a blind man or one that was gay would say no, and I know a few gays that would like to get a look at you.”

Her cheek flushed, “Are you ok with me only wearing these around out here?” She held up the shorts she didn’t put on after our bath.

“Yes very much so, Um…and I have some sunscreen in here someplace. We wouldn’t want those lovely nipples to sunburn now would we,”

“Oh no we wouldn’t!” She shook her head, “I burnt them once when I was in high school, no, no we don’t want to ever do that again.” Her eyes ran over me, “I thought after you quit swimming you’d also quit shaving.”

“I found that I like the smoothness of it,” I shrugged, “So I just never stopped.”

“How do you keep your back shaved?”

I chuckled, “Well little miss nosy, I have a lady friend that took care of it while I was in school and living in College Station. She would shave my back and wax my junk about once a month.”

KC looked a little thoughtful, “A Couple of things just ran through my mind, I guess you're not a virgin, and who's going to take care of it for you now that you're living at home again.”

“No KC I’m definitely not a virgin,” I shrugged, “And it’s only an hour drive back to College Station.”

Completely changing the subject, she pointed to the lake “Maybe we should think about trying to catch something to eat.

~

KC slipped on her skimpy little shorts and showing no shyness at all, put together her fishing pole and walked to the point of rock jutting out into the lake. She was wearing a crumpled up old felt cowboy hat she had stuffed into her backpack, her skimpy shorts with wading shoes. She had a belt with a small pouch that held a couple of fishing lures and her fishing license in it and her pole. I watched her looking through her sunglasses at where to step when she said, “Whoever catches the smallest fish has to clean them.”

I laughed, “I’ll take that bet.”

She picked a spot on the south side of the rocky point and began to cast while I stayed 20 or 25 feet away on the north side, and out of the blue came, “I always wondered if you dated.”

I smiled, “Well with me taking a full load of classes and working 5 hours every night I really didn't date. I just went out once in a while.”

“How did you meet Miss I’ll wax your balls?”

Now I laughed out loud, “We worked at the CVS store together.”

As she made another cast said “Don’t look now but here comes the Ranger, or Game warden one or the other.”

“I chuckled, “Well me being a man if I saw a beautiful woman standing almost naked on a rock I’d have come over to check her out, I mean look at her fishing license.”

The guy was using an electric trolling motor to move the small John Boat along and stopped the boat dead still about 3 feet away from the rocks, “Good morning.”

Again KC acted as though she walked around mostly naked all of the time, “Morning. She smiled.

He smiled looking at me as I laid my fishing pole down and walked over to them. “Honey, get me your fishing license out of your pouch so I can wade it out to him.” And over the next few minutes as he looked at our paperwork he talked about what was biting and I was sure he spent the whole time checking out KC’s tits from behind his dark aviator style sunglasses. After giving our license back to me he finally backed his boat quietly away, “Y’all have a nice day now.”

KC had never stopped fishing and chuckling said, “Do you think he got a good enough look?”

I smiled, “Yes I’m sure of it.” I was a little taken back by her lack of modesty. I mean if she was home and we saw each other it was one thing. But whenever she went out someplace she would be covered from head to toe. “I like this self-confident you, in fact I like this side of you very much.”

She looked at me with a slight smile. “I told you I left that other woman at home.”

As luck would have it she caught the only fish and it was a nice 3 pound bass. I of course had to clean it and it cooked up nicely on the over the fire small folding grate I had brought.

We spent the day playing cards, and at one point we were holding hands as we were walking around the campground just enjoying each other. We talked about a 1000 things with both of us finding out we didn’t know one another nearly as much as we thought we did.

~

I don’t know what time it was but it was well into the night when one hell of a thunderstorm rolled through. I don’t remember the last time I ever saw so much lightning and about the second big boom of thunder KC was over next to me and wrapped up in my arms. It lasted about an hour and with me at her back and her spooning into me, I grew very long and very hard.

With the rumbling slowly going on to the south she turned in my arms to face me. She put her head on my shoulder with her lips up close to my ear. “Don't you ever tell your mother that I looked but when you're soft you are about 3 inches longer than your dad and when you're,'' Her hand went around my cock, “hard like this. Well it’s like your oh my god big, and it’s kind of fried my brain.” She didn’t let go of me as she went on, “Life with your dad since he hired Linda a couple of years ago turned what was already a rocky marriage into not a marriage at all.”

I didn’t know if she even thought about it and while her hand didn’t move much it was enough, “Mom.”

She was quickly moving and in an instant had my dick in her mouth and her hand massaging my balls, “Oh god MOM!’

I felt my dick swell and it was as though it pulled every muscle in my belly right through the tip of my dick as I growned, “OOAAaahhh.”

She stayed with me letting me hump up into her face and when she felt my cum slowing she turned moving over me and as I tasted my seed in her mouth she moaned, “UMmm.” As she lowered herself slowly down onto my still very hard cock.

I knew she was going slow trying to adjust to not only my length but the girth of it as well. “Oh fuck so big. Oh honey hold me, please hold me.” and as I pulled her tightly to me I bottomed out and she began to shake all over, “Oh god, oh god, I’m cumming AAAaaah go aaaa. A aaaa!” she pushed down on me and I felt her begin to rub her clit into me “Ohhhh noooo more, og ”

And she began to pump herself onto me very fast. OHHFUCKAAAAAA!” And she collapsed on me. Trembling and gasping for air and as I held her in my arms I pushed up, “I’m going to cum.” Giving her the chance to tell me to pull out. And she didn’t.

And as I held her and her breathing began to change she whispered, “Will you take me home in the morning?” and she was asleep.

~

There was nothing said about our love making, but KC seemed to be happy, and then we were on our way home. She laughed into my ear, “I was going to jump your bones again this morning but I’m fucking sore.”

We stopped for a nice breakfast and as we were just leaving GeorgeTown KC pointed off to the right to a camping trailer super center. “Follow me.” Came to my ears.

She took us down to the showroom and acted like she wasn’t naked except for the onesie bike suit she was wearing and parking us in front of the showroom where she got off her trike. She was looking around and I locked them together.

A smiling sales guy came out, “Hi my name is Frank.” He smiled looking at our loaded down trikes, “Can I help y’all find something.”

KC smiled “Hi frank. After the storm that came through our camp last night my husband and I are looking for something up off the ground. She pointed out maybe one of those, Um… I think they are called teardrop trailers.”

And good old Frank was very subtle as he took in KC’s charms but he for sure looked as we spent the next 30 minutes looking at this one and then that one until she came to one that sat up off the ground a little higher than the others. KC went through the thing with a fine tooth comb asking both me and Frank about everything. It was when she was going through the small kitchen that was built into the back of the trailer that was hidden under a big door that she looked at me. “Do you like that fridge? I think it’s a lot bigger than the others we looked at.” She looked at it, sizing it up, “It doesn’t look like we would lose any space from someplace else?”

I hooked my arm around her waist pulling her to me. “No your right and honey,if it's what you want then I think it’s perfect.”

Looking at Frank KC smiled, “We want this one.”

When we got to the office and he began doing the paperwork Frank  said “We have an excellent finance program.” 

KC smiled beautifully at him, “Oh sorry I should have said something and asked. Is there any kind of a discount if we pay cash?” 

Frank just about passed out when KC handed him her credit debit card. 15 minutes later we were back on the road home

With plans to come back the next morning with my truck to take the trailer home.

~

There still had been nothing said about the sex on the ride or when we got home. Once we were parked in the garage I smiled at her, “Honey I can see your beat, I'll unload everything in the morning unless you need something.

“I just need my backpack,” KC smiled, “And someone to come wash my back? Then let's order some pizza.”

This time when I washed her back I was much freer with my hands cupping her breast and washing her flat tummy and as our lips met I ran my hand over her closely trimmed mound slipping my soapy hand between her legs washing all the way down to her feet…There were big fluffy white towels in the linen closet and I took my time making sure not to miss a spot and again our lips met as I dried her, and she dried me.

After the pizza guy came and we were sitting in the living room on the floor. “Ryan babe I like this us, but I think there has to be a couple of rules. Baby, I’m going completely crazy here, not only about how crazy illegal it is and I know that it should never have happened…” She looked at me, “But I’m very happy that it did. Um, I guess the most important thing is after what has gone on with your dad, honey I won’t share you. I understand you're young and might find a woman you want to marry and have kids with. I get it, but the second there is someone else in the picture you and KC are done and mom moves back into your life.

That night we were both pretty whipped from the bike ride home and it had been pretty late by the time we ate. She stood up and held her hand out to me.”Come on, my man and take me to bed.”

I was on my back with her half on me, her lips by my ear, “This is so nice.” And only a second later her breathing changed and I knew she was asleep.

We were both up early and when she moved to me it was so different, it was a woman I loved and as she snuggled into me she chuckled, “I’m still way sore. I’m going to have to work at getting used to” her hand closed around my morning hard, “this bat.” She moved over on top of me and kissed me like a woman kisses her man. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” She stuck her tongue into my ear, “Come on and take me to breakfast and then let's go pick up our new trailer.”

~ 

We were waiting at the door when the sales office opened and when Frank met us, he was all smiles. As we hooked the little trailer up to my truck he went over a few things like how the leveling jacks worked, how the power hooked up and the 12 volt charger worked to keep everything working if we were camped in some place like Sandy Creek State Park.

As we left the camper mall KC looked at me, “Honey I think we need to go over to the Academy Sporting Goods and outfit our girl back there.”

I gave her a sideways look, “Oh she's a girl is she?”

KC slipped across the truck seat sliding right up next to me, “Oh yes and honey she is not only a girl she is a very dirty girl and I think you're going to love camping with her.”

While they were shopping KC was suddenly quite taken aback by how attentive Ryan became. Oh he had always been right there for her, but now as they walked through the sporting goods store he held her hand or touched her someplace even if it was just to put his hand on her back. And by the time they were through shopping thay had everything anyone could possibly think of needing to camp. They had even bought a 2 place kayak with a rack to put it up in the truck when they had the trailer behind them.

But what had made her day perfect was when he leaned in and kissed her cheek, saying in a voice loud enough for anyone around to hear said, “I love you wife of mine.”

~

KC was the one that had all of the money when she had married Ryan's dad.Thankfully her dad had the foresight to make him sign a prenup and because she had enough proof he was fucking around with Linda the only thing she left him was with the house with it’s payment.

I don’t think he ever really knew what kind of bus had run him over because one day he left for a work trip sitting on top of the world and 3 weeks later he came home to an empty house and divorce papers on the kitchen counter.

~

In the meantime KC had found she got really wet but it was much better for her if they lubed Ryan up and that became very much a part of the game and their foreplay, she also absolutely loved getting on top and riding him until she couldn’t move. He had a way of growling when he was close and KC found when she pushed down on him the explosive wet heat he pumped into her belly would make her cum and she loved that.

Through their experimentation KC found that she had always been wrong. The out hole wasn’t just for out but it could be very fun for her when he put things in as well and she loved letting Ryan play with her back there. They had several different butt plugs including 1 that was a red fox tail and 1 that was a silver fox tail. But KC found the one she liked best had 3 chains of different length with bells on them.

~

They had bought a little one acre place in Somerville Texas where no one knew or cared about them and were living very happily as a couple…

They had pulled their little camper over to Lake Crocket in East Texas and had spent the first night out making love until neither one of them could go again.

They were laying with her wrapped in his arm as he spooned into her when she turned, pushing him onto his back.“Ryan honey We need to talk.” She sat up Indian style with the dome night light making her skin look as though she was glowing.

He moved back to his side, coming up to rest on his elbow. “What’s wrong? Shit KC are you sick I can have us packed and heading into town and the Hosp…”

“Rayn, Rayn stop. Oh honey no, honey I’m fine. But there is this one little problem that I’m kind of happy about and scared to death to tell you about.”

Ryan sat up, “What is it?”

“Honey I must have missed a pill or skipped one or something but anyway, babe I’m pregnant.” She couldn’t read the look on his face, “Oh honey please don’t hate me for this. We can have…”

He moved so fast she almost didn’t know it until she was in his arms and he was holding her tightly to his chest. “No we won't, don't you even think like that! God KC a baby, us..Um with  um wait what about you. Are you ok with it I mean… I love you but I really hope you want to keep it, but it’s your body so you're driving the bus.”

“KC snuggled into him, “Honey you’ll make a great dad…

[sinshinsin]

Midnight Rendezvous

tw/cw !? Semi-public seggs, unprotected seggs, pen in vag intercourse, oral (both receiving), overstimulation-ish, profanity

FPC ?? [Bungou Stray Dogs] [Ango x Reader]

Further info !! [AFAB reader] [ooc-ish]

A/N: I'm sorry if this kinda silly.... It's 1AM rn and my body is not bodying. The whole fic is actually a joke that I wrote in WhatsApp to my friend

Ango chuckled seeing you entered the male toilet, "My, anything I can help, lady?" He asks teasingly. Your face flushed in red, you pouted. "Quit the teasing! You're the one who's asking for this," you said as you faked an upset expression. He chuckled once again, then kissing you on your lips. You can taste the coffee and energy drink he had taken in previous hours. Your so-called Innocent kiss turns into a whole session of making out. Your tongue battled in his mouth, both of you seems too scared to open your eyes. Your lips cut the event, leaving a trail of saliva that's connecting your and his lips.

"W-what's with that look earlier?" You asked, still trying to stabilise your breath. He tilted his head, playing dumb as if he didn't know what're you talking about. You pinched his cheek, "Do you get jealous of me talking to Aoki-san? Aww, my Ango is jealous~" that's it. If he's teasing, you're teasing him back.

Ango grabbed your ass, and you know he's not messing around anymore. "Don't you think it's normal for me to get jealous?" He whispered on your neck. As you wanted to talk, Ango attacked your neck. Sucking and biting on your sensitive spots. You shot your hand to your mouth, preventing any sound seeping out from your cute mouth. "There's no need to keep your voice down, I want to hear your voice" you nodded, slowly taking down your hands. "Now, we're getting impatient. Can you get on your knees?"

You kneeled as he said, feeling the tile through your stocking feels weird. Ango unzipped his brown trousers, pushing down his pants alongside his boxer. Revealing his harden member. He doesn't have _the_ crazy length, probably slightly above average. But _oh god_, his girth. "You know what to do right?" You nodded.

You opened your mouth, licking his shaft with your tongue. Moisturising the length with your saliva from the base of his cock all the way to his pale pink tip. As soon your tongue touched his tip, you swear you see Ango shuddered. Your lips kisses his tip, intentionally to tease him. Ango's breaths hitched. Finally you inserted his tip inside your mouth, only to intentionally teases his cock again. But this time, puts his hands on the back of your head. "N-no more teasing," if you could, you'd smirk. But you decided to obeyed him, pushing his cock deeper into your throat untill your nose almost kissed his pelvis. You pushed half of the length outside, only to insert it deeper to your mouth. The lewd sounds your mouth made collaborated with his whimper and moan. You repeated the process for a few minute. "A-ah, you're good at this-!" Ango hitched once again, as he feels his orgasm is getting closer. Ango decides to cooperate with you, moving his hip to thrust in your mouth. After a few minutes, you feel a war sensation in your mouth. Ango pulled out his member from your mouth, "swallow it" you only obeyed.

"Face the mirror, on the sink" he said as Ango helped you standing. And he bents your body on the sink, enough for your breath creates a dew on the mirror. He slid your tight skirt up to your hips, revealing your pantyhose. You knew Ango had a thing about stockings, so you decided to wore one today.

But what's unexpected is—him suddenly ripped the middle part of your pantyhose. Enough for him to tease your cunt through your panties. "I'll buy you a new one," he whispered softly on your ears. He slid your panties to the side, enough for him to see your hole bare. "Look, you get wet from just giving me a head" he smirked as Ango teasingly inserted the tip of his index and middle finger. You blushed, "J-just put your cock already .... It's aching down there," you hiccuped. Ango chuckled, he can't say no to your plead.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot to bring a condom," you look back at him. Impatient were in your eyes. "I brought pills. Also, you're doing it bare most of the time right?" He smiled, as Ango aligned his cock to your hole. His tip kissed with the entrance of your cunt. "It slipped easily, you really want this, don't you?" Ango asked teasingly, looking to your fucked up face in the mirror. It's rare to see your face twists like this. He started to move his hips, trusting his cock in a steady movement.

"Good, good—ah, taking me in like a nice girl. I'm lucky for having you," he said as you moaned in pleasure. His tip is kissing _that_ one spot that makes your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes. "Ah! Ah! Ango, faster!" He obeyed as he speed up his thrusts, making you moan more. As he keep ramming inside you, you can feel something is building on your lower stomach. Ango seems to notice it by how you tightened on his member, adding depth and speed to his thrusts. Making the choir of your moan and whimpers more louder. "Ngh! Ango, I'm cumming!" You said as you released, wetting his cock and the surface beneath the both of you. "Hang in t-there, okay? Ngh! I'm close too," he said as his thrusts grew more erratic. You keep moaning lewdly as he kept rammed your overstimulated cunt. You feel the familiar warmth inside, he's releasing inside you. He pulled out from your hole. Instructing you to face him, which you obeyed.

Ango kneeled on the floor, then throwing your left legs to his shoulder. Ango closed the gap between his lips and your used cunt. His eyes watched in excitement as he see his release seeps out of your folds. Then suddenly, he licked your overly sensitive pussy. "Ah! Ango, what are you doing—!" You whimpered as he kept kitten licking your cunt. "It tastes and smells like us ...." He muttered under his breath. Thanks to his muttering, you felt another orgasm coming. He continued, until you cummed again on his face.

"H-hah, no more ...." You plead as he adds the gap between your pelvis and his head. Ango stands, still lost in your after-sex-mess beauty. "Here, I'll help you."

After you took your pill, both of you walked outside of the office. It's already 12PM by the time you finished. "You know," your head tilted. "I'm still hard, care to continue it in my car?" He asked.

"... You sick fuck"

[warwickroyals]

so the ruby article got me curious... there's a section about "husband's sexuality" and "relationships" as well as "anti-fascist and socialist ties" 👀 what was ruby and george's relationship/marriage like, and are these things related to why they never had children? hypothetically, if george had survived and became king, would louis (his nephew) ended up as king eventually anyway because of this? was 1930s sunderland society more left-leaning or were ruby and george kind of unusual for their anti-fascist and socialist beliefs?

I'm going to answer this question in chunks because that's what's easiest. This is actually really helpful because next year I plan to do story posts about past generations of Warwicks! I have a bunch of notes:

George's sexuality: He was most likely bisexual and had some gender/cross-dressing stuff going on. Ruby knew about this and so did members of his direct family. The public did not know. His mother, Queen Anne, treated it as a weird but harmless quirk, his grandmother Matilda Mary encouraged the cross-dressing as a form of artistic expression, but his dad . . . uh, wasn't so understanding. George was prohibited from expressing his gender and sexual identity the way he pleased, but Ruby was generally supportive of George, and he was attracted to her. They were very much a love match. So she wasn't, like, his beard, she was just in a relationship with a bisexual man who maybe sometimes liked wearing pantyhose. They still faced some prejudice from upper-class circles: Katherine and James mocked Ruby about George's sexuality even decades after George's death.

Kids with Ruby: I think they would have had children. As I said before, there was intimacy between the pair and Ruby wanted kids. The main reason they didn't have any was because George was killed before she could get pregnant, just three years into the marriage. I feel like George, even if there was no attraction there, would have kids to prevent James (his brother and polar opposite) from reaching the throne. George and Ruby were probably waiting to have kids once the War was over, and when the world was a more stable place. They were looking forward to their future together.

1930s Sunderland: Was not left-leaning in the lead-up to WWII, in fact, the previous King Nicholas had cracked down massively on leftist political movements on both an institutional and grassroots level (all behind closed doors, of course). Nicholas hated communists more than anything and tried really hard to uproot them from Sunderlandian society. This would ultimately create the social conditions that would lead to George's assassination, as Sunderland became dominated by moderate Conservatives who were toothless against the spread of fascism. This doesn't mean everyone was a Nazi sympathizer, but they had sort of an indifference that made them complicit: The average Sunderlandian wanted to stay out of the war, they didn't want a repeat of WWI, and although they were allies with the British and French, direct involvement didn't seem worth the risk, even if it meant not standing up to the far-right extremists in their communities. Plus, their opposition to the Axis powers was more circumstantial than ideological, let's say. I mean let's take a look at the United States of America in the 1930s and 1940s. Did America ultimately fight against the Nazis? Yes. Does that mean they were friendly to leftist ideology and had no ethno-nationalist movements of their own? Absolutely not. Sunderland was much of the same, they had their own issues with far-right politics becoming mainstream. The tide only turned after Pearl Harbour, when it became clear North America was not safe from an invasion. Standing up to the Nazis became its own Nationalists movement.

Ruby and George being socialists: These were rumours because they were so outspoken about the Nazis and fascism in general. Also, Ruby having Jewish ancestry made her an easy target of anti-Semitic Cultural Bolshevist narratives. I think Ruby and George hung out in more progressive and radical circles than most of the royal family, but weren't officially socialists. Their outspokenness was unprecedented for members of the royal family. The rest of the family, mainly King George II and Prince James, were reluctant to voice any political opinions (this was more out of a fear that they would instigate things against the Axis powers than any personal political beliefs). Their fears were justified: George was the one who was vocal against Nazi Germany, George was the one who pushed his father out of his Isolationist mindset following Pearl Harbour, George became the scapegoat for Sunderlandian racists and fascists, George was the one who was shot dead as a direct result.

[dreamofpantyhose]

[watching-pictures-move]

Put On Your Raincoats | Sex Wish (Milt, 1976)

In 1974's Death Wish, Charles Bronson goes from wishing he was dead to wishing death upon others, as he takes up vigilantism to combat rising crime, achieve self-actualization and solve all of his and the New York City's problems. In 1976's Sex Wish, Harry Reems does not go from wishing he was having sex to wishing sex upon others. In the beginning, there's no need for him to wish anything, for he is already having sex with his lovely fiancee C.J. Laing. And he does not end up wishing sex upon others. If anything, he wants to stop others from being sexed, nonconsensually that is. For you see, Laing was horrifically raped and killed by a maniac known as the Sword Killer, and now Reems wants to catch him and kill him.

The Sword Killer is played by Zebedy Colt in a deranged performance for the ages. He doesn't just rape and kill his victims, he goes through an elaborate routine, first as "Timmy", doing a little boy voice with pantyhose on his head and stripping down to a jockstrap, then as Timmy's stern mother. I've seen enough of these things to have compiled a small mental catalogue of porno movie maniacs, but there's something uniquely forceful and weird about Colt's performance here. Stephen Thrower in Nightmare USA makes some interesting points about how Colt's queerness, both in real life and in the movie, colour his character interestingly, and there is an element of camp and twisted humour he brings that give this a different charge than the average roughie. When you get to his attack on a couple, when he essentially "directs" the action to performers who talk back, his performance takes on a form-shattering quality. Other pornos have conflated the viewer and the director with the villain, but few have done so with the same slyly humourous sense of invitation.

That being said, you definitely have to squint to see this humour, because the proceedings are still extremely unpleasant, and drawn out to agonizing lengths. We get moments of tenderness between Reems and Laing and later between Reems and Laing's friend Nancy Dare (the latter pair share a dreamy, dissolve-heavy scene), and these provide a much needed contrast to the movie's ugliness. Reems is especially well cast in the lead, as he brings an effortless affability and guilelessness that are easy to sympathize with. It seems unfair that these characters have had something this horrible happen to them. But any warmth is soon to dissipate, as even an encounter with a pair of hookers snaps back to the film's disturbing reality. As one of them tells him immediately as their scene concludes: "You know what I'd do if I was you? I'd kill that motherfucker. I'd go out there and I'd search and I'd find him and I'd get me again and I'd kill that motherfucker so he could never do anything like that to another woman." (I'd heard of post-nut clarity, but this is a bit extreme.)

This is very much a pre-cleanup NYC movie, and that grime seeps into the movie, which is not particularly polished and has a fuzzy synth score (dissonant sine waves, crunchy beats and discordant beeps) to match the atmosphere. But the crudeness of the filmmaking works in its favour, as Colt's performance seems to almost rupture its fabric, his singular presence seeming to almost exist outside the narrative, having been zapped in from a more evil dimension. As the tagline says, "You've never seen anything like it!"

[phoenixrising0308]

Our Life Together: Not over you

Books: The Royal Romance - Royal Heir

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica Garcia (MC)

Triggers: 🍋

Disclaimer

Our Life together timeline: This is still within Agent Phoenix A/U and its stories about Jessica & Liam’s relationship as live-in partners and married life. Character traits don’t always remain the same. Stories using this timeline are meant for challenges or requests. catch up here

Chapter Summary: Liam tries to mend his relationship with Jessica. *She with held some information from him and he kind of deported her.

Chapter Song inspiration: Not over you - Gavin Degraw

Word Count: 2,000*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Hugh Cary Tunnel - Stuck in midtown traffic

“What the fuck is this! Why is there so much fucken traffic!” Jessica spat in frustration.

Jessica cranked up the volume to 1010 wins “Traffic jams continue as an unexpected foreign dignitary is in  to-”

“Fuck you 1010 wins always stating the fucken obvious. What asshole is here that’s ruining my night? I pre-ordered pizza with tons of greasy shit so I can have a mini heart attack. I also have a pint of ice cream with my name on it and the 2nd season of friends to watch it’s Friday and I don’t care about anyone. Let me be miserable and cry in my house alone! Will Ross and Rachel ever make it? No, because love is bullshit.”

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror and said, “I look like shit. I have raccoon eyes because I keep rubbing my fucken eyes. Because I’m crying all the fucken crying.  My lipstick is all over my face because I keep biting my lip. When was the last time I combed my hair? It looks like a bird’s nest.”

Jessica grabbed her cherry coke and took a sip but the lid was loose and it spilled all over herself  “Fuck whatever you know what I have tinned windows" Jessica pulled her shirt that was tucked into her skirt out and unclasped her bra “Let’s let the girls breath” Jessica kicked off her shoes and lifted her skirt and removed her pantyhose and said, “Yes, I’m a complete trainwreck! Who loves ya baby? No one! Shit, I got to shave my legs. And God knows, I look like a fucken yeti down there. I ain’t got no one to impress.”

90 mins later…

Jessica’s house

Jessica parked her car and hit a trash can “Fuck! I’m a horrible driver.” she picked up the trash can and fell on a pile of garbage “God, why do you hate me so much? I’m a good person! Okay, I promise to go to church you know what let’s start off by not saying Goddammit.” She grabbed her purse and began to walk a few feet barefoot to her house when she noticed her porch light on. “Goddammit, who’s selling shit now because I don’t want it. I’m not donating to charity fuck that. Last night Sarah Mclachlan got me for $200.00 bucks with that dog commercial.”

“Jess?“ Liam said softly

Jessica took her shoes and aimed at Liam. “Fuck you, Liam! I hate you.”

He ducked missing the shoes just in time.

“Hate is a strong word.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel! You’re the reason I was stuck in traffic. You're the reason I’m a heartbroken fucken up mess that cant function! No instead of making a sexy as come back to show you what you're messing I look like a fucken mess. So thank you for ruining my comeback! Jessica began waving her hands in the air as she continued her rant “But this is me I’m not your little cover girl anymore. Guess that shit happens when you work for 18 hours and your ass is sitting sweating balls in traffic sticky because the asshole at McDonald’s cant close a fucken cap on a soft drink. And someone you love takes your heart and stomps on it.”

“Can we talk?”

“Say what you got to and then get the fuck off my lawn. Too bad I’m not fucken royalty so I have someone to fucken escort you when you’re done. You could have done it yourself you fucker but you hid behind Mara! You treated me like I meant nothing to you. Guess what I stole your stupid sweater in case you’re looking for it call Interpol.”

Liam smiled “You have my sweater?”

“Yea so. It smelled like you and I’m not over you. In fact, I miss you. But your hands seem broken and you don’t know how to return calls or emails.”

“No, I hug your pillow. I miss you. And Jessica, you still look beautiful. I’ve been waiting for hours on your doorstep. Thinking of what to say regretting that night like crazy.” Liam walked over holding a massive bouquet of flowers and said, “These are for you.”

Jessica said, “Thank you. You can get your perfectly sculpted ass off my lawn and on a plane. Hope you have snacks asshole.”

Liam said, “I deserve that. But I came here because I needed to see you. I needed to tell you I’m so sorry, that I’m not over you and I could never be over you because I love you and I didn’t know what to say. I fucked up. Jess, I’m the worse let me make it up to you.”

“Liam, our fights get so ugly. I hate fighting with you but you fucken like broke up with me, fired me, and deported me in one fight. You totally hit below the belt. I still cry about what you said to me. God, that fucken hurt.”

“I know Love-”

“Don’t call me love and turn me into a pile of mush. With your I’m so sexy act…well not so much an act but you hurt me so fucken much.”

Liam got on his knees and held her by the waist and a man walking his dog stopped to watch.

“I’m sorry I talked to you that way. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I’m an asshole. I’m just fucken sorry let me make it up to you.”

Jessica yelled out at the nosy neighbor “Can I fucken help you? We are having a private moment here! And you’re too close to my fucken lawn. Keep it moving.” The man walked away.

“Can I take you out? Please let me take you out. Let just be together and talk.” Liam pleaded.

“Like on a date.”

“Yes, lo-” Liam cleared his throat and said, “Yes, Jess on a date. A real one. I found a place nearby that overlooks the beach and I hear it’s lovely.”

“I don’t even have anything to wear. So is it a yoga pant place?”

Liam handed her a Bergdorf Goodman bag. “The salesgirl helped me. Got you something for tonight’s shoes and matching purse. But if you want to wear yoga pants go ahead.”

Jessica grabbed the bag smirked and said “ You are pulling out all the stops here.” Jessica smirked

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

Liam handed Jessica and another bag La Perla luxury lingerie Jessica took the bag “You aren’t seeing me naked. ” ‘God, I’m such a liar. Fight his magic dick…resist temptation. Wear grandma panties.’

“I will imagine you in it”

“Well, I had plans. I don’t know if I want to cancel them.” ‘Bullshit but he doesn't have to know’

“Please, cancel them. I’d love it if you spend the evening with me.”

“Fine let me see if they are willing to reschedule. It might be difficult.”

Jessica stepped away and picked up her cellphone and dialed

“Hello, this is Dominos.”

“Im sorry I’m canceling”

“Can I have your name”

“Well shit, you don’t have to get so upset.”

“Ms. I need you to name to cancel your order.”

“Since when does Jessica Garcia give explanations?”

“Okay we can cancel but you won’t get a refund.”

“Give me the credit. I let you know goddamit.”

“Yes, we will.”

“Thank you we will speak soon. Maybe next Friday for my usual.”

Jessica turned to Liam and said, “I have an opening in my schedule. Would you like to come inside?”

Liam walked in carrying a garment bag of his own and said, “Do you mind if I change.”

“Go ahead you know where the second bathroom is. Right? It’s down the hall.”

Guest bathroom

Liam drew himself a bath and laid out the toiletries he wanted to win Jessica back or at least get sparks flying. Their last fight was brutal and he hated himself for it. He hurt her and wanted to make it up to her. After talking to Drake he understood her position. A pep talk with Leo resulted in the following directive ’ Take a multivitamin have a green smoothie and be a man…fuck her stupid it works'

He hung his suit up and began to take a shower. Once he was done he quickly shaved and put on his suit leaving his tie around his collar knowing Jessica couldn’t resist fixing it.

In the bedroom

Jessica pulled out a navy and white knee-length dress body con dress “Wow.” she laid in the bed she looked at the strappy open-toe heels with matching purse and said, “Damn Liam you sure know how to pick an outfit.”

Jessica ran herself a bath and grabbed her Venus razor but she knew the job required more. She looked under the sink cabinet and grabbed her Brazilian waxing kit “Well. Here goes nothing.”

She walked out of the bathroom feeling like a brand new person, not a single stubble and as smooth as a can be when she opened up the lingerie bag she saw see-through panties with crystals all over as a design. “Nope. I will be strong! I will forget you have a magic dick and not sleep with you. But I’m wearing these. They feel so fucken soft. And they sparkle. Fucken Liam! You know I like shiny things.”

Jessica put on the magical underwear “Shit. They look good. Fine keep them on. Fight his kryptonite dick.”

Living room

Liam was pacing in the living room and when he saw her walk towards him ‘God, can we cancel. I spend the whole night with you in bed.’

Jessica said, “Liam, your tie.”

“Jess, could you please do it for me? I’ve missed it so much.”

“Let me think about it.” Jessica stared at his piercing blue eyes and was already melting into mush. ‘Don’t fuck him pendeja (stupid).’ “Come over.” she tiptoed and began to adjust his tie into an Eldredge knot her favorite tie knot and said, “Absolutely perfect.”

Liam looked at her and stepped in while holding her wrist he said, “The only thing I see here that’s absolutely perfect is you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I will always think that way until the end of time.”

’Be strong! He is trying to get into your panties and you can not be weak..but he has a magic dick…nope you are mad grrrr be mad’. “Thank you. I’m where are we going?”

“The place is called above the rooftop.”

“Oh, it gets really busy on Friday’s everyone wants a view on the New York skyline.”

“I wouldn't worry. I shut the restaurant down. It’s just us tonight. I even have a DJ so we can listen to music and dance if you want.”

Above the roof

The restaurant was empty except for the wait staff. They were led to a table on the roof overlooking the city. Liam spared no expense in making the night memorable. On their personalized menu for dinner along with endless bottles of Merlot was a pear and goat cheese salad, Beef Bourguignon in a red wine reduction paired with tender root vegetables.

After they finished dinner Liam invited Jessica for a dance and she took his hand and they danced under the stary night. He pressed her close to his body. There was no anger or hurt between the pair. They forgot the events that occurred several weeks before. It was Jessica and Liam at their core it was love adoration, passion, and when he kissed her slowly and gently they both remembered the second they fell in love and how much they complete each other.

“Mr. Rys you dessert is ready.” their waiter called out.

Liam pulled away from the kiss and whispered “Jess, did you save room for dessert?”

“Always. But that means the night is over I guess.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“I suppose I will let you take me home.”

“I will take whatever I can get.”

Jessica and Liam sat at the table feeding each other A Berry Mont Blanc cremé tart.

She moaned in delight at the soft velvety dessert and  said: “This is delicious Liam.”

“You have cremé on your lip,” Liam informed her. Jessica took a napkin to wipe her lip. Liam held her wrist and kissed the bottom of her lip kissing the cremé off. “Jess, when you wear that lipstick I just want to kiss it off those luscious lips. I just can't stop myself.”

“Liam, where are you staying tonight?”

“After I drop you home I’m heading for the four seasons… you can join me if you like?”

‘Fuck the magic dick won. Guess I won’t wake the neighborhood with my moaning.’ Jessica yelled “Check! Check NOW!”

Four Seasons Penthouse

Liam kissed Jessica as his hands went to the small of her back and he began to work the zipper to her dress, pulling it all the way down, and as much as he hated taking a step back from her he did so he could help get the dress off of her body. It revealed a nude bra and panty set that seemed to sparkle in the candlelight “God, you are gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” he said.

She felt as his hands trailed along her bare skin, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. He smiled at her body’s reaction to him but didn’t do much past that. He slowly untied his tie, letting it drop to the floor with her dress, and then his jacket came off before he slowly unworked the buttons of his shirt, her eyes followed his fingers as they revealed the skin of his chest.

Soon enough his shirt was off, and she stepped forward to run her fingers along his chest. He chuckled as he worked his belt off and then his pants, leaving them both in their underwear. He pulled her body close to his own again and led them in another dance and this time she could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach. She knew how much he wanted her, he had been so eager to get her in his bed.

He led her over to the bed and had her lay down, she blushed to know that was going to happen soon, knowing just how well he was going to fill her up. He unhooked her bra and slipped it over her shoulders before sending it to the rest of the clothes and then slid her panties off. He couldn’t help but take the chance to look at her body.

He touched her folds and was not surprised to find that she was already dripping wet for him, she was almost always ready for him and he smirked as he pulled his own underwear off. “Are you ready for me? Tell me how much you want me, Jessica.”

She blushed as she stared at his hard cock, and she swore she got even wetter at the sight even though she was sure that was not possible given how turned on she already was. “I want you, Liam, please I’ve wanted you all night, I tried to fight it.” Her words spurred him into action, and he took hold of his cock to help line it up at her entrance.

“I could never deny you anything,” he said as his cock slipped inside of her and filled her up. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to her own, breathing heavily as he enjoyed the sensation of being deep within her, he rocked his hips but didn’t pull out of her just yet, wanted her to get used to the feeling of this and wanted her to miss this when he pulled out. A hand trailed up her body and up to her breast and he began to play with it, he teased her nipple, making it hard, making her want more and he continued to do so, knowing exactly what it would do to her body, could feel what it was doing to her and he smirked at just how responsive her body was to him.

“That’s right Jessica,” he moaned against her lips as he began to move his hips, he pulled out of her so just the tip was inside of her before plunging back in. The movement caused her to groan in pleasure, her fingers dug into his back at the sensation of being quickly filled. He repeated the motion, the thrusts slow as he began to work her up. Soon her breathing was heavy, and she groaned with every thrust.

“Jessica? Tell me what you need.” He said kissing down her jaw and up her neck to her ear, she could hear him breathe heavily into it and it just made her want him more. “Come for me my love, come around me.” looking forward to the feeling of her finishing around his cock, but he had no plans to be done with her just yet. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as she could possibly take.

She rocked her hip in response to his words and soon enough she was coming on his cock, he rode her through her orgasm, making sure to prolong it for her, and she could feel her juices coming out around his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good”.

He let her body relax for a few moments before he began to thrust again, it was obvious that she hadn’t expected that as her fingers dug into his shoulders and he smiled down at her. “I think that I can get you to come again for me, don’t you? Don’t you want to come again for me?” His question made her blush and all she could do was nod in response, she wanted to come again, she wanted to continue to have him filling her up and that seemed to be exactly what he wanted as well. “Fuck, Jess I love your pussy. I love making love to you,” he said pressing his lips to hers again to let her know how much he loved her. His fingers moved from working at her breast and down her stomach to between her thighs, the hard-little bundle of nerves was not ready to be touched and she squirmed as he pressed his thumb to it.

“Mmmm Liam. I love making love to you.” Jessica moaned as he did everything that she liked to her, she was reminded just how well he knew her and how his body knew exactly how to please her. He worked her over as his cock thrust inside of her and she decided to help him along too, her cunt squeezed tightly around his cock which caused him to thrust his hips faster along with a groan leaving his lips. It was obvious that she knew exactly what turned him on as well. “I love you, Jessica.” Liam panted as he continued. Jessica cupped his face “I love you too. Baby I love you so much.” as she moaned with each thrust.

The way he was moved inside of her now was relentless, he quickly was able to angle his hips to hit her g-spot which caused her to let out a soft scream, and he smirked in response. Every few thrusts he would hit it, making sure it would be a surprise for her, making sure that she wasn’t expecting it. “Tell me you love me.” “Love you L-Liam.” She breathed out. “Tell me you are all mine.” “I- I- I’m yours, Liam.”

She was whimpering and holding on tight to him, obviously trying to hold herself together as he finally began to approach his own orgasm. “Come with me, come on my cock, love, let me know how good this feels for you,” he nipped her bottom lip as his thumb worked her clit over and she allowed herself to lose herself to the pleasure of what he was doing. She came ferociously, a loud scream leaving her lips, not worried at all that other people might be able to hear her and wonder what was happening behind the closed doors of their room.

She could feel his cock twitch as he came inside of her, filling her up deep inside. Her body relaxed then, her limbs unwrapping from his body and settling back onto the bed. He smiled at her before giving her a small kiss and pulling out of her.

The night had been exhausting and when she yawned, he let out a small chuckle and gathered her in his arms. “That was not a part of my plan. You turn me into mush each time.” Jessica said as she buried herself into his chest. Liam gave a sigh “OK. I get it I’m such a fucken asshole and I deserve every bit of that temper of yours but thank you for putting it aside and having this moment with me. I totally don’t deserve it. BUT it was absolutely amazing. I love you Jess remember that always. So be mad at me in the morning…fucken be furious with me. Punch me if it helps but tonight Jessica just be all mine. Jessica, only you know the man that I am beyond the surface. Jess, you see me for who. I can be myself when I’m with you. You are my air without you I just can’t breathe. You make me feel whole. I can’t sum up just how much you mean to me. I will never ever stop telling you that I belong to you.”

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