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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

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jostepherjoestar · 4 years

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An Educational Favour: III

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Ghiaccio x reader x Risotto ;), interc0urse, v0yeurism?, degrading, female pejoratives, spanking, overstimulation, stuffed creampuff (if ya get what i mean)

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PART III: ⛸Ghiaccio⛸

Soft light blue fabric bounced on your upper thighs as you sped to Ghiaccio’s room to meet up with Risotto and the blue curled grump. The cute ruffled trim tickling you every once in a while, the babydoll negligee making you feel like the cutest little cake topper. You had indulged an inkling that Ghiaccio would like cute and frilly things despite his usual nature. Curious to find out what today had in store as you entered your third guest’s dimly lit bedroom. The two men broke off their conversation to eye you from the very top of your head to the very tip of your toes. A bit taken aback by their staring you softly smiled while waving your fingers at them, starting to feel shy under their hungry gazes. The red frames resting on Ghiaccio’s nose were quite bad at hiding his cheeks that starting flushing in a similar colour. “Hey guys.” Nervously rubbing the ruffled fabric of the flouncy hem between your fingers, your soft voice snapping the two out of the strange spell you had seemed to put them under.

As far as you could tell the men appeared to appreciate today’s choice of lingerie, patting yourself on the back for the excellent choice. “We were just discussing things, come sit.” Risotto informed as you slid next to Ghiaccio on his bed who seemed to have grown anxious as his shoulders tightened and his jaw locked, a big gulp bobbing his Adam’s apple when you inched closer. Nodding to indicate you were listening, hoping that Ghiaccio would start. “Ghiaccio…?” Your capo inquired, giving his knee a quick tap to bring him back to reality. He had been staring in front of him, catatonic almost, while you’d both patiently awaited his plans. The nervous man besides you snapping his head to meet your eager one, taking in the way your compassionate smile tried to calm him down. The space between you seeming too suffocating for a moment, making him breathe out deeply. The gentle hand being placed on his shoulder almost melting right through him. “I’m fine.” The low growl swatted away your kind gesture. “What are we doing today, Ghiaccio?” You tried your best to remain patient with him, still curious to know what he’d like to indulge in.

Risotto didn’t let much slip about what Ghiaccio had revealed about his kinks or desires. He’d assured you it wasn’t too overwhelming to ease your mind that had conjured up the wildest suggestions. “First I need to know you won’t tell anyone what we’ll do today.” His tone had softened, a few drops of nervous sweat slowly drying up again as he recollected himself. Risotto moved back in his seat to offer the man space, the creaky woven chair noisily squeaking as he leaned back into the pastel coloured cushions, the sight of his darker and goth like aesthetic against the softer hues of Ghiaccio’s interior offering quite the comical contrast.

“I promise. You have my word, Ghiaccio.” Another sympathetic hand squeezing his thigh, offering a small smile, urging him to continue. You kindness moved away the heavy fog that clouded his anxious thoughts, choosing to indulge in your sweetness rather than swatting it away again. “Ok. Risotto told me you’re very comfortable with stuff already. A little too eager maybe…” he trailed off as you shot the dark eyed capo a frown, only making his dimple appear, enjoying teasing you. “Uh-huh, ok.” Turning your attention back to tonight's guest for his follow up. “Well I can get worked up during…you know-” he gestured vaguely, indicating he meant sex. It made you huff out a chuckle at his choice to not say it. His voice grew quieter as he continued. “I want to spank you… call you mean things. If that’s ok. And…” the hesitation so obvious but his tone so kind and demure for once. The idea of being spanked and called names already peaking your interests as you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. “And?” You urged him on. “Risotto can join as well… I mean I’ll do everything but he can hold onto you.” For a moment there it had almost felt like all your dreams came true, a rush of pure lustful energy coursing through you as you perked up, eagerly searching for your capo’s approval. “It’s fine by me.” At this point you were practically hopping up and down next to Ghiaccio who seemed to grow less nervous now, unclenching his jaw and placing his hand over the one you’d rested on his thigh, avoiding your delighted smile and excited noises as he stared off, rosy cheeks growing even darker.

He’d been slightly nervous about the whole ordeal, having heard little about the previous escapades from his teammates other than that you were ever so delicious. Having to be so vulnerable made him all the more anxious, wondering if you’d let him cuddle you afterwards, something he so desperately craved after the roughness. The idea of his capo there as well had brought him peace of mind, just like it did for you. The man always had a knack to offer his stern voice as a guiding beacon to settle Ghiaccio’s frustrations, grounding him back into clarity.

You couldn’t help but admire Ghiaccio as he removed his top, his muscled arms and broad shoulder being revealed to you for the first time. He’d asked you to keep your pretty outfit on and to only take off the matching panties, them quickly being placed on his desk. Risotto had taken a seat at the head of Ghiaccio’s bed, resting topless against the headboard, his torso never having looked more inviting as your hungry eyes traced his well defined abs. Those dark eyes trained on you, hazed over in desire and the idea of having you in his arms while you’re being pleasured. The thought alone making his growing bulge twitch. Ghiaccio had removed his trousers as well now, his silk blue boxers the only thing separating his hardness from the open air.

You gave him a few innocent blinks, awaiting the man to take action, his hunger was clear in his harsh glare that kept moving between your chest and eyes appreciatively. He grabbed onto your shoulders with a strong grip, swiftly placing you between him and Risotto. Those sturdy hands letting go and traveling up to clutch your face tightly as he met your lips with bruising strength. His hold was strong and full of need, his tongue racing to lap around yours as he breathed heavily. No choice but to meet his power, straddling onto his seated hips and letting your hands roam his back, toying with his curls as he nipped at your lips while coming up for air. “God you’re such a gorgeous slut. I want to fuck you into the mattress till you can’t even breathe anymore.” His nasty words tickling your neck as he worked his way down, lightly spanking one of your cheeks behind you with a velvety groan. The slight tap making your core clench around nothing, feeling his hardness grow underneath you. Seeing how the tap didn’t affect you just yet, he opted to provide another one, this time with thrice the power. “Fuck Ghiaccio!” You hissed while grinding your hips into his cock, breathing heavily down his neck. His ferocity was intoxicating, almost animalistic and drenched in longing.

As you clung to his hips he moved you in between your capo’s legs, almost too flustered by the icy haired one’s actions, making it slip your mind Risotto would also be a part of tonight’s activities. If only a little bit. His chest felt so nice against your back, his warmth radiating against you as he swung one arm around your waist, securing you in place. He hummed in appreciation as Ghiaccio fervently worked down your body, rolling a nipple through the thin light blue fabric and kneading and massaging your other breast. “I’m gonna make you come before spanking your ass raw while I pound into you. Such a good cock slut.” His growls only made your core ache in anticipation, thoroughly wet already and awaiting any attention. Letting out soft hisses whenever he pinched you too hard, the stings only preparing you for the spanking in mind.

The way Risotto breathed deeply and the feeling of his clothed hard cock grazing the small of your back, the way Ghiaccio was sliding down to move open your legs, made a loud needy moan escape your plump lips. Begging him to please you, tired of clenching around nothing. “Fill me Ghiaccio please!” You pleading so pathetic it only made the man move faster than he already was. The nerves from before having been completely replaced by carnal desire. “You’re such a needy whore, begging me to fuck you.” His growl grazing your folds as he got down between your legs. You felt the arm around your waist tighten and the hard cock behind you twitch as the wet sounds of Ghiaccio starting to lap at your pussy began. Another deep growl vibrating straight through you this time as he tasted your wetness. “You even taste sweet, like you were made to be used like this.” The brims of his glasses had started to fog as he got down again, suckling on your clit and moving his tongue in alternating motions, the sensation as good as you remembered. More mewls and desperate moans filled the air, another team member who clearly knew how to please you. Every lick and suck sending fiery jolts through your body, your hips bucking up to meet his hot mouth.

After a slight shift, Ghiaccio slid a thick digit inside of your wanton core, the squelching of your juices so lewd as he pressed deeper, grasping walls already moving against it. The welcome entry of another one filling you making your breath hitch, the fingers felt quite chilly inside you while you clenched around him with need. With a swift stroke he moved his wetted fingers out, up and inside your slacked mouth, making you taste your own sweet essence. “You even like the taste of your own pussy. Of course you do, such dirty bitch.” His fingers only slid deeper as you lapped at them, sucking off all you could, slightly choking as he reached your limit. Your spit now mixed on his digits as he slid them out, drool sloppily still connecting them to your lips, working them back between your wet folds. Returning to his previous position to suckle at your throbbing bud of nerves while working his fingers in and out with great power and tempo. Just like he’d warned you, he was getting worked up, cheeks red and forehead sweaty as he aimed to please.

His actions making you babble his name over and over intermingled with “oh fuck”’s, nails digging into Risotto’s arm around your waist. The fast movement of his fingers stimulated your senses as he worked your clit with his able mouth. “Come for me you nasty slut!” You had been close already but his awful words only drove you further, toppling over the edge and letting the waves of pleasure take you over while his movements didn’t even slow. He let you moan and writhe until his jaw hurt and his fingers cramped, the overstimulation burning but not before he coaxed another orgasm out of you. It came on amazingly fast and unexpected, it almost made you scream at how deep it hit you. Ghiaccio had stopped his mouth now, wiping your juices from his chin while panting. His fingers slowing down as the final clenches eased around them. Out of breath and thoroughly fucked out by his fingers you started to release your iron grip on Risotto’s arm, crescent moons denting his tender skin.

“Fuck Ghiaccio…” mind still recollecting itself after the double orgasm he just so kindly delivered. “Now it’s my turn.” Licking his lips while a lecherous smirk ate up your tired expression. A quick nod to his capo and the warmth of his grasp left you, another quick motion later and he’d pulled you back from Risotto before flipping you over. Face down into your capo’s hard cock, still constrained under his trousers. The man behind you dipping the mattress after slipping off his silken shorts, already having left a wet spot of leaking pre-come in them from all the excitement.

You felt him line up at your entrance, his spongy head teasing you as he firmly gripped the base. “You gonna take me like the slut you are?” His voice was never that displeasing to the ears when calm but his usual growls would be forever changed after tonight. No longer making you wish he calmed down, instead wishing they growled how much of a good slut you were. When you only replied with a hum, mind still recovering, he offered a loud smack to your asscheek that was so invitingly staring back at him, both waiting to get painted red by his taps.

“Answer me!” Another harsh slap, this time on the other, the stinging mixing with the lingering pleasure of your orgasms making it hard to mutter anything as your legs trembled. “Yes Ghiaccio! Please…” Unashamed you felt yourself drooling over Risotto’s cock as he held your head gently. His thumb ever so lightly caressing your cheek, finally letting himself touch you after much hesitation. He couldn’t deny it, seeing you like this, barely able to speak from pleasure made him throb. You were doing so good, it only made him want to ravage you more.

Pleased with your answer he slid inside your waiting hole, so incredibly wet that there was no set back as Ghiaccio slid inside. You fit so nicely around him, his length felt less girthy than the others but enough length to reach all the way to the most pleasurable spots inside you. With every slam into you he reached so deep, heavy balls smacking against you with every move. Small moans coming from your cute little mouth as you tiredly basked in satisfaction, your walls clenching around him every so often making him twitch and hiss, followed up by another hard spank on your ass. It had grown so beautifully red as Ghiaccio admired his work while continuing his thrusts.

Risotto’s soft ministrations on your neck and cheek bringing you comfort while ferociously getting slammed into, every move rubbing you further into his groin. A curious hand coming to slide over his clothed cock. In your hazy state you still wished to please your capo, this had been the closest you’ve ever been to him. It felt like a gift to have him under you, so hard and excited. Part of your initial request to have him educate you on the world of desire coming to fruition. With every harsh thrust, you moved over his cock, grabbing onto it through his clothes. An almost unintelligible hiss coming from his softly parted lips, they looked so inviting.

Ghiaccio’s grunting behind you got louder and louder, his thrusts were starting to falter into helpless shakes. The way you clenched around him after hitting deep inside you making him moan. The sound so sweet and needy as you gripped your capo tighter and worked faster, the man behind you was getting awfully close and you still had a job to do. Offering wet sloppy kisses to Risotto’s clothed cock every few strokes to get him closer, his pets on your cheek still continuing as his grip and your head tightened. He was close as well. “I’m gonna come inside your wrecked pussy!” The harshest slaps you’ve received all night being planted on your cheeks as his sloppy speed quickened. His movements had made a deeper wave of pleasure build up in your core, ready to spill over just as he was.

Loud groans filled the air as hot ropes of come filled you up, the feeling of the warm drips making you help fill the room with the most lewd sounds. But your cup was so close to overflowing, still needy for another orgasm and that of your capo. “Keep going Ghiaccio… f-fuck.” You muttered, a wet puddle of drool staining your capo’s pants as you fervently worked his shaft. “You’re such a fucking slut.” The man behind you growled as he kept working in and out of you, his come coating you so nicely as his cock slid easily with his movements. If only you could so how blazed red his face was, trying his best to keep going as the overstimulation made him hold his breath. Finally you felt the rush of heat move over you, legs trembling as you gripped Risotto’s cock, urging him to come for you during your own loud moans. Ghiaccio’s pace faltered completely, the way you squeezed around him pulling the sweetest mewls from him. “Sh-i-it.” His breath hitched as he felt a final rush of pleasure careen through him.

Finally you felt your capo twitch under your hand, working him through his orgasm as you hazily recovered from yours. That deep sigh of relief letting you know he was satisfied, his large finger’s movement had slowed down considerably until they stopped, resting on your flushed face.

Ghiaccio pulled out, too exhausted to even admire the way his come was leaking out of you. Your tired knees sliding down onto the mattress as you regained your breath. Risotto moved you over next to him, Ghiaccio sliding against the far right side of his bed to lay next to you. The bed was tight for three people so you took Ghiaccio into your arms, letting him rest his head into the crook of your neck as you cradled him. The grump too tired to protest and if he’s being honest with himself, it was just what he needed and hoped for. To rest in gentle arms after a job well done. Risotto’s large figure spooning you from the other side while gently caressing your arm as his chin rested on top of your head.

All worked out and sleepy, the three of you lay there, no shame or embarrassment. Blissfully indulging in each other’s intimacy. A lazy hand from your blue haired teammate came over to lightly pet your outer thigh. “Do you want me to ice that?” Remembering how red he’d slapped your behind, hoping he hadn’t been too harsh. “Mhh… later. Let’s rest first.” You yawned, not even bothered by the mess seeping out of you. Too worked out to worry about it now.

As you recollected your thoughts, that goofy worn out smile resting on your lips, you made sure to encapsulate what you’d learned today. Everything about the combo of being degraded, used and spanked turned you on. The contrast of the loving holds on each other offering a comforting conclusion. Feeling a smug satisfaction over having been able to work your capo twirling around your mind as you gently played with the blue curls resting in your neck. “That was fun.” You whispered, hoping your companions were still lucid to hear it.

#i may be in love with ghiaccio #dw they got cleaned up after :)#jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto x reader #la squadra fic #risotto nero #ghiaccio #jjba x y/n #jjba imagines #jjba smut #la squadra #not sfw #minors dni #jojo's bizarre adventure #ghiaccio x reader x risotto

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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A Wrinkle in Time AU

yes, i made a new au. yes, i’m planning to write this as a full au. sue me. i jump from thing to think like a squirrel, okay.

for now, it’s just a list of the characters and their traits (except the twins because they’re a super minor role, and i can’t bring myself to write it rn okay)

pairings: logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic remileceit, familial LAMT

warnings: swearing, sympathetic deceit (as mx which), anger issues, lashing out, transphobia, queerphobia, homophobia, patton is called a whore one time, trans!male pregnancy, transitioning mentions, deadnaming, misgendering internalized aphobia, crying is mentioned, people are just mean as hell, mild sexism, mentioned abuse, broken families, rumors, mentions of cheating/running away with a woman (as a rumor), mentions of forcing sexuality onto others (as a rumor), mentions of disappearing, mentions of non-malicious lies, selective mutism, self hatred, internalized homophobia, and definitely more that will be added as the story progresses

summary: thirteen year old virgil murry is your typical delinquent, but throw in a dash of having two dads, one of whom is missing, a brainiac little brother who everyone thinks is an idiot, and only two normal family members. it’s a shock, really, that virgil acts the way he does, but it’s even more of a shock when three celestial beings come to take him on a journey to save his father with the help of thomas, the weird little brother, and roman o’keefe, the poster child for stable popular kid.

some random important information about this au:

it mixes up things from the book and the 2018 movie because i said so

exists in a time outside of our timeline (think ‘50s/’60s mixed with present day)

virgil, thomas, the mxs, patton, and (sort of) logan’s appearances all stem a lot from the 2018 movie’s definition of their characters with some other facts thrown in, so you can look those up to get a somewhat decent idea of what they look like

the warnings may seem like a lot, but a lot of them are just brief mentions that are repeatedly scattered throughout the story on occasion

a place for the au to go when i actually write it

everything is under the cut because this is about to get SPICY (aka really fucking long)

Virgil Murry (13 going on 14):

appearance

dark, coiled hair like his dad’s

kept short on the sides and longer on top

the longer bits are unruly and usually flop into his face and eyes

brown eyes that glitter gold and green in the right lighting

they don’t glitter often (or at all, really)

braces with purple rubber bands

a little shorter than he should be for his age

pretty normal physique--if a little bit thin

personality

very worried about his family (and eventually roman, too) all of the god damn time

hot-headed and rash with his words

the most stubborn person ever

tends to be aggressive when he’s upset/worried

easily swaps between emotions (much to his and everyone else’s chagrin, it seems)

uses anger to protect himself from being hurt/his anxiety

defensive of his brother and dad

wardrobe

his jeans are always ripped

round, vintage-style glasses (look up 50s glasses frames and you’ll get it)

he’s ended up with his sneakers being composed of more patches than the original fabric

his hoodie is equally as worn, and he’s barely allowed to wear it to school anymore because the teachers think it’s “un[professional/becoming/sightly]”

other info

hates his appearance and personality

very smart, but his tendency to use shortcuts in school upset his teachers and lead to bad grades

good at math but not creative stuff

accepts his dads but hates his own sexuality

really misses his father

Roman O’Keefe (14)

appearance

pale as hell with tons of freckles

flaming red hair

super tall and thin

baby blue eyes that are super pale and pretty

very conventionally attractive

personality

very friendly

becomes protective and caring immediately

good at conversations and diplomacy

perceptive

good with words

can be kind of awkward/overbearing at times

wardrobe

clean jeans and his school varsity jacket are his go-to outfit

nice basketball shoes

his clothes are always very clean and neat

he takes his clothes very seriously--doesn’t like messing them up

other info

third oldest of his many siblings

weird family life

really smart

skipped two grades

good at the creative stuff

very gay (unfortunately)

kinda maybe has always had a crush on virgil

never believed the rumors about the murry family

Thomas Murry (6)

appearance

dark brown eyes and hair

a bit short and small for his age

idk what you want me to say he’s a little boy

personality

doesn’t speak much when he’s outside of the house

difficult for everyone else to understand

his speech is highly elevated, but he doesn’t elaborate when he’s being confusing most of the time

sometimes arrogant and rude when people are stupid/unkind

wardrobe

an odd mixture of professional and casual clothing

often wears nerdy t-shirts and jeans with a blazer or slacks and a button up with a hoodie

always wears the same type of shoes (red tennis shoes with a yellow star)

other info

was adopted just before father disappeared

feels most connected with his dad and virgil

despite his high intelligence and love for learning, he didn’t start learning to read until he was actually in school because the other kids already disliked him enough as is

he tries not to go ahead in his studies for the same reason

easily frustrated by not knowing things

everyone in town thinks he’s dumb because of his not speaking much thing

ridiculously perceptive--possibly too much so

protective of virgil despite being a kid

Mx. Whatsit (Remy; age: old)

appearance

youthful

long hair of all sorts of colors

usually pulled into messy braids or elaborate updos

pale skin that shimmers rainbow colors in direct sunlight

unknown eye color

sharp features (almost inhuman looking)

personality

sassy and blunt

doesn’t completely get social conventions and the idea of being subtle

highly protective of thomas

kind of a bitch sometimes ngl

wardrobe

never without a leather jacket and his aviator sunglasses

everything else is literally random

usually it’s flowy dresses made out of scarves/bedsheets/fabric scraps of all shapes and colors, but sometimes he wears colorful pants and blouse-like shirts

think big top tent meets aerial silks and that’s his aesthetic

other info

uses he/him pronouns

youngest of the mxs

apprehensive of virgil at first (like a lot)

best vocalizer and materializer of the mxs

often messes things up, but he always works to fix what happens

Mx. Who (Emile; age: even fuckin older)

appearance

youthful, but a bit older than whatsit

pink hair that’s always pulled into some manner of curly updo

bright blue eyes

brown skin with deep brown freckles

a lot more round features and chubbiness than the other mxs

looks just the tiniest bit off of what a human should look like, but otherwise they pass fine

personality

only (or mostly) speaks in quotes, which makes them difficult to understand at times

very kind, gentle, and loving

enjoys being with the kids

doesn’t speak nearly as much as whatsit

wardrobe

purple crystal glasses with lavender lenses that are hooked to a chain around their neck

lots of very eccentric, patchwork-quilt-lookin clothing

despises shoes with a burning passion

likes wearing different colored ties on their wrists and ankles

other info

easily tired out by speaking freestyle (without quotes) and in full materialization for long periods of time

any pronouns

loves cartoons and visual medias of earth

age-wise in the middle of the mxs

Mx. Which (Deceit; age: too old)

appearance

dark brown skin with shimmering patches of scales scattered around his skin

the largest patch of scales covers the left side of his face

right eye is brown and left is yellow

the most inhuman looking of the mxs

tall compared to the other mxs

personality

speaks mostly in lies (aka pretty much all the time)

difficult to understand most of the time

very proper sounding

vague and cryptic

wardrobe

always wearing some sort of hat

looks like a yellow flower most of the time because of his penchant for yellow

otherwise he’s wearing a lot of black

likes wearing formal clothing and bedazzled dresses (very avant garde)

other info

he/they pronouns

oldest of the mxs

very bad at vocalizing and materializing (aka they get tired so fast)

very wise

literally just a cryptid tbh

sounds snakey a lot of the time

Patton Murry (Dad)

appearance

very, very pretty

extremely elegant features with long lashes and full lips

similar hair to virgil’s but neater

big, brown eyes

warm, dark skin

kind of short

a bit stocky

personality

manages to hide his upset feelings unless something is really bugging him (it’s usually about his husband, then)

incredibly kind

not extremely social due to the down’s actions towards him

loves his kids and husband so much

represses his bad emotions

hopeful (especially about logan coming back home)

wardrobe

wire-framed glasses

steel-toed boots or old sneakers

everything in his wardrobe basically falls in two categories:

nice clothes for going nice places (like dinner)

lab clothes

lab clothes make up the majority by a long shot and include

nerdy t-shirts

old cardigans

jeans

pajamas (bad etiquette, but highly convenient)

other info

(fully/mostly) transitioned (depending on how you look at it--he’d been pretty masc presenting for a while, but he got top surgery) pretty soon after virgil was born and decided he didn’t want to do that again so the other kids are adopted

often mistreated and misgendered by the townspeople

extremely smart, but people write him off as “dumb” (or a whore) because of his birth gender

loves being a doctor because people (sometimes) won’t refer to him as “mrs”

insists that logan will come home very soon (like he’s been saying for four years)

Logan Murry (Father)

appearance

neglected, long brown hair

usually clean shaven (if he remembers)

blue eyes with green and gold flecks

so many freckles

tall and thin with sharp features

looks like a huge nerd

personality

very respectable and serious

overworks himself to keep his family safe and happy

a bit of a hot head and scary when angry (either he’s calm and cold or he’s gonna kick your ass to the next century)

super passionate about physics and the universe

seems cold sometimes but loves his family intensely

secretly a huge softie

wardrobe

doesn’t understand that there are clothes other than lab gear

practical shoes only

likes ties but doesn’t wear them because lab safety is key

only gets new clothes when patton forces him to

very thick glasses

other info

(a lot of this is both him and patton. idk how it got so long, but please just understand that i can’t stop myself from making logan the most badass character okay i just love him)

very coldly defensive of his husband

has punched queerphobes on more than one occasion

gets really angry when their mail deadnames patton or refers to him as anything other than “dr patton sanders”

he once literally marched into a company and screamed at the highest ranking official that his husband is to be referred to as “dr patton sanders” as it is his proper name and title, so why the hell does this letter say “dr logan sanders and mrs [deadname] sanders” on it?

never compares his and pat’s intelligence because they’re both equally smart and knowledgable in different areas, even if patton has fewer doctorates

he might even argue that patton is smarter because he’s dedicated so much time to his fields of study exclusively, not to mention his emotional intelligence

very supportive of patton no matter what (do you sense a theme here)

was very glad that patton decided that they would adopt their younger kids because logan hated every second of the pregnancy from trying for a baby to birth

he loves virgil so damn much regardless of the emotional turmoil because the kid was such a good reward

came out as sex-repulsed asexual about three months after patton announced that he was pregnant, and patton was pissed that he hadn’t spoken up sooner so they could have tried something different to make logan more comfortable

he’ll never admit it, but hearing the kind, caring words come out of patton’s mouth made logan cry for hours because how the fuck did he find such an incredible, loving husband

disappeared four years ago and no one has heard from him since

it’s rumored that he ran away with another woman (as if there was a woman in his life to begin with)

stories also sometimes include that patton tricked him into being gay (even though he’s a “woman,” right??? people are fucking stupid), and logan ran away from that lifestyle finally

but why would dr. murry just up and leave when he had such a good family and important research to finish? things aren’t adding up, and there’s only one way to figure out what’s going on:

figure out what the actual hell thomas and the mxs are talking about

a place for the au to go when i actually write it

#sanders sides fic #logicality #prinxiety #a wrinkle in time au #m writes things #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #ts deceit #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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You won a seven nights stay in Paris (Brooke x Vanessa) - Evelyn Bubbles

Howdy y’all it’s me your girl Evelyn, resurfacing of course when another season starts. As always I gotta come up with some ship, so here’s my BrookexVanessa, I have no idea how to call it though. Branjielina? Probably. This is based in canon, I’m gonna use female pronouns and drag names so there’s no confusion. Enjoy! You remember Vanjie being over excited about Brooke Lynn winning the Paris vacation? Well, they went together. And things got complicated.

The problem with winning something it’s always hoping to collect the prize alone, in peace. Especially if that particular prize is really huge. After her best friend had told her he couldn’t come since it was his wedding anniversary, Brooke Lynn Hytes, 32, carefully texted the season eleven groupchat. She wanted to have fun, but also see the monuments, museums, landmarks. Come on, it was Paris after all. Paris. One of her favorite cities. She had been there in the past with her ballet company, but she hadn’t had the time to really see that beautiful place. She was hoping for someone interesting, curious, cheerful, to answer her desperate “Hey, anyone wanna go to Paris?”. Of course Silky was the first one to answer: “Mama’s too booked, sis”. Then a couple of others. A’keria was getting ready for what probably was one of her last pageants. Nina was about to host a new charity event. Plastique probably couldn’t even read. Brooke Lynn was about to turn off the phone and go to Paris all alone, when Vanessa texted her privately.

-Saw the episode? Remember that I was the one who wanted to come with u! -I remember love xx -Then it’s settled. Fully cancelling all my gigs. When is it -After my bday -Like I know when that is, girl -March 10th lol -Cool love that. We’ll get those French cookies sis -I’ll send you the details right now then :) -Can’t wait!!

And then, a profusion of kisses emojis and many many red hearts. Brooke couldn’t believe she had just accepted to go on a 8 days trip in Paris with notoriously batshit crazy Vanessa Vanjie Mateo. She was fun to have around, for sure, and she was also one of her closest friends after the competition, but they’d never travelled together. Although skeptical at first, Brooke smiled. It could’ve been fun.

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This is gonna be a big mess, Brooke thought as soon as Vanessa started running towards her at the JFK airport, New York City. She practically jumped at her neck, showering her with affection. “So nice to see you again girl! I’ve missed your face! You look amazing, these first weeks of fame have done a body good”, she said, tapping on her arm. “Thank you Vanjie. You look fantastic as well”, commented Brooke smiling wide. She loved Vanessa dearly, but she was dragging along what seemed like an entire wardrobe packed into one giant, plus a handbag and a sparkly backpack. Brooke felt all the eyes on them as Vanessa started chatting loudly, catching the attention of a group of girls who eyed them and pointed at them giggling. They’re fans of the show, maybe, Brooke guessed, or maybe they’re just laughing at a loud obnoxious gay couple at the airport ready for their honeymoon. Except for the fact that Vanessa and her weren’t a couple, nor on their honeymoon: they were sharing a price won at a transvestism competition. The usual.

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On the plane, everything went… not as planned. Vanessa didn’t say a word for the whole flight, pleasantly surprising Brooke who was expecting eight hours of non-stop blabbing. Instead, Vanessa fell asleep right away, AirPods in, head propped on a tiny pillow and her soft lips semi-open. Brooke couldn’t help but smile, adjusting herself on the seat and turning on her classical music playlist that she used to listen before bed. The last thing she remembered was the Carmen overture playing, and Vanessa’s sleepy face turning gently towards her. She woke up when the plane landed pretty roughly, shaking both of them in their seats. Vanessa was candidly sleeping with her head resting on Brooke’s shoulder, nuzzled into her neck. “What the fuck was that…!”, Vanessa said, suddenly nervous, that surely want the best wake up call, “A turbulence?”. “You… own… everything…!”, Brooke joked, and Vanessa punched her on the shoulder, “You’re so stupid girl! No but seriously, have we landed like… that was quick!”. “Only because you slept all the way through”. “I needed some rest okay? Making coins every night is hard as shit you know that!”. “I do Vanjielina, I do. Let’s grab our stuff and get the fuck outta here, my legs hurt”.

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“What do y’all mean with ‘My suitcase is still in America?!”. “Yeah, so sorry Mr. Cancel… apparently your suitcase wasn’t embarked… they’ll be delivered to your hotel as soon as possible, unfortunately that won’t be possible until… let me check… four days from now, we’re going through a strike, again, and we won’t have incoming flights for a bit”. “What will I do then? I have no clothes, no shoes, no nothing!”, Vanessa groaned in stress. “Listen, I know this situation sucks, but I’ll be more than happy to lend you my clothes. Also, don’t you have your toothbrush and stuff in your handbag and backpack? You’re gonna survive just fine. And don’t you wanna go do some shopping? We could find some really cute stuff for you to wear these days”. Vanessa looked at Brooke with puppy dog eyes. “Thank you sis… I really need some positivity right now or I’ll have a nervous breakdown”. “It’s nothing Vanjielina. Now let’s give them the b&b address and we can get the fuck outta here. We’re in Paris and I haven’t seen the city yet!”. “You’re right”, said Vanessa smiling as usual, “I’m tired of this shit. Let’s go”.

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The bus from Orly to their b&b in the luxurious XVI arrondisement took forever, but as soon as they arrived they were blown away. The classical Parisian house, just behind the Trocadero, with its characteristical blue roof, round windows and narrow appearance was stunning in the daylight, and its white curtains masked the surely elegant interior from unwanted stares. “On here it says that the owner is a certain Mathieu Pepin…”, Brooke said consulting her receipt on her mail app. “Let’s wake up this motherfucker”. “Wait, Vanjie…”. Too late, Vanessa was already torturing the intercom: “Hello, hi? Someone there? We’re here!”. “Vanessa!”. “What? I wanna go explore!”. “Yeah, but we shouldn’t…”. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it!”. Brooke and Vanessa turnt around, only to face an overenthusiastic blonde guy with curly hair and a light beard all over his chin and jawline. “Miss Vanjie and Brooke Lynn Hytes, in my apartment…! This is a dream come true”. “Oh, hi, I’m Brock, nice to meet you, but you can obviously call me Brooke as you know us from the show”. “Of course I know you two! I’m so happy to have you here, I’d guide you inside personally but I have quite a few things to do. It’s not hard though, the last floor is all yours. Here’s your set of keys. This opens the main door, while this opens the apartment… oh, I’m Mathieu by the way… here’s your WiFi password…”. Brooke giggled, this Mathieu guy seemed kinda all over the place but he owned a flat in one of the most expensive Parisian neighborhoods, he must’ve been someone important. Or at least very rich. “So sorry I have to leave you this soon. Does any of you speak French?”. Vanessa shook her head, while Brooke said: “Kinda… the basics. The very basics. Toronto is not a French speaking area. I studied it in school but…”. “Oh, don’t worry! You’ll survive just fine with just English around here. Have a great staying! Can I be a little indiscreet?”, Mathieu said winking, “I’m so happy the rumors are true! Have fun you lovebirds!”. Then he kissed both of them on the cheeks and rushed away, chatting loudly on the phone in perfect Spanish. “The rumors? Which rumors?”. “I ain’t got no idea girl… let’s get inside this fucker”, Vanessa shrugged, grabbing Brooke’s backpack and bringing it inside. Fortunately, they managed to get inside that tiny elevator, squished and uncomfortable but still, the doors closed. “Looking at it positively, if we still had your suitcase we would’ve had to run this thing twice”, Brooked said jokingly, to cheer Vanessa up. It worked, and she smiled back. They arrived at the apartment, the only one on the last floor. “Oh wow, it’s really fucking big!”, Vanessa exclaimed stealing the keys from Brooke’s hands. “Do you say that very often Vanjie?”. Vanessa gave her the middle finger: “Shut up you whore… and carry your shit inside”. Brooke laughed, following her friend into that beautiful apartment. Light entered the open space softly, waving over the modern furniture, the wooden floor, the white curtains. “This place is stunning! C’mon drag race sponsorship! Okay I gotta explore”, said Vanjie dropping her stuff on the floor and running into the various rooms. “This bathroom is huge!”. “Oh my God look at this kitchen!”. Brooke left her suitcase as well, dropping her bag on one of the huge sofas. “Bitch… you should really come and see this”, Vanessa called her from the last room. It must’ve been the bedroom. Brooke started fantasizing on how beautiful and big their beds must’ve been. Vanessa was blankly staring at one, huge ass bed. A single king sized mattress. “Now I see why that bitch told us he was happy the rumors are true”, said Brooke. They looked at each other in the eyes. “Yeah sis”, Vanessa told her, “They think we’re banging”.

#rpdr fanfiction #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #branjie #pining #smut #evelyn bubbles #ywa7nsip #canon compliant #s11 #submission

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poisonouslightslayer · 6 years

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Character Stats Framework

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Name: poisonouslightslayer.tumblr.com

Full Name: Sting Eucliffe

Nickname(s): White Dragon Sting (Alias)

Title:Lord/ Master You Are in Command Now, Young and In Charge Light’ em Up, Holy Hand Grenade Dragon Force

Archetype/formal title/self-appointed title/what you call them

Age:21

Birthday:June 6th until verified canonly

Species:human

Nationality: Fioreian

Sex: Male

Gender:Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He, him

Romantic Orientation: Bisexual

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Religion: Monotheistic

Occupation: Guild Master

Status: RP activity Active/Semi Active (active, semi-active, not active; etc)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Face Claim:

Relationships

Birth Order: First- Only child

Parents: Weisslogia the White Dragon (Adopted Father)

Siblings:None

Family: Weisslogia, Sabertooth(His guild)Can be birth family, adopted, team, makeshift, etc

Significant Other(s):Rogue(romantic/sexual) Minerva(sexual/romantic)

Children: None

Closest Friends: Lector, Rogue, Yukino, Minerva, Frosh

Rivals: Natsu and some members of Fairy Tail in general

Enemies: Jiemma, Mard Geer, Larcade and anyone who tries to hurt him or those he cares about

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Sapphire (Dark Blue]

Hair Color(s): Light Blond

Height: 5′ 10′

Weight: 166

Body Build: Fit, Toned, Athletic

Notable Physical Traits: He has a scar above his left eye

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): Claustrophobia

Mental Disease(s): PTSD with some anxiety

When and/or how was this diagnosed? Being imprisoned in a crystalline lacrima while being rendered unconsciousness with his own power being used to kill those he cares for.

Survivor’s guilt, of losing most of his guild mates in the Alvarez Empire War and falling into darkness almost into an eternal sleep meant for him never to wake up from aka die from.

Physical Disease(s): Not a disease -Motion sickness, Internal issues, IBS

When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: For being a dragon slayer. From deep battle injuries having been sliced deeply of the different areas of his body(stomach area) and impaled directly downwards in the right side of his shoulder through his body

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Calm and Smug

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good test here

Jung: ESFP test here

Four Temperaments: Choleric test here

Top Six Tropes: Attention Whore, Blood Knight Benevolent Boss Power Glows Yin-Yang Bomb look here here here

Five Prominent Traits: Leader, Brave, Arrogant, Mischievous, Powerful

Misc

Skills: Expert hand to hand combatant, White Dragon Slayer (Powerful mage)- able to generate and manipulate any light at whim, can be shot from anywhere of his body mainly mouth,(White Dragon Roar ) mainly in the form o a laser streamline or wide. He can consume anything white, light, or holy to boost his power White Drive(Increases speed,offensive and defensive abilities greatly) Dragon Force(power is nearly indestructible, speed, agility and reflexes are increased greatly as well as all attack and defense. Becomes more aggressive and extremely dangerous in that state. Launches Holy Ray from that state.

White Shadow Dragon Mode(Possess Light and Shadows as one.

Hobbies: Fighting, training, hanging out, eating, dancing, poking fun at others. listening to music, being the boss, loving,

Element: Light

Animal: Dragon

Plant:White Rose or White Carnation

Anything else you want to add: Since muse is canon divergent, he has achieved pre-dragonfication, (reveals his wings, angelic like similar to the white dragon, and dragonficaiton (can turn to a dragon and back to human In his Angel AU verse he also has dragnfication, but is a warrior angel considered one of the punishers. He is known as Divine Deception

Stats

Compassion: 8/10

Empathy: 8/10

Creativity: 8/10

Mental Flexibility: 8/10

Passion/Motivation: 10/10

Education: 9/10

Stamina: 10/10

Physical Strength: 10/10

Battle Skill: 10/10

Initiative: 10/10

Restraint: 8/10

Agility: 10/10

Strategy: 8/10

Teamwork: 10/10

Look here, here, and here

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 8/10 (heightened hearing)

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 9/10

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 7/10

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 7/10

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 10/10

Interpersonal Intelligence: 10/10

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 9/10

Existential Intelligence: 7/10

Naturalistic Intelligence: 8/10

#white dragon head canon #white dragon related #this took hours but finally finished

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vinnymauro-chenzomauro · 7 years

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Can we see some of your writing? You don't have to post it if you want.

Sure, here you go. It’s from a fan fiction, if you don’t mind:“I’m Vinny. I can feel what you’re feeling right now. I can feel the feelings of this entire room. Very tense. Very, very tense. I can also influence feelings as well. The only cool thing about me is that I’m part dragon. I’m the last of my kind,” The smallest male said. He was about 5’5” with shoulder length light-ish brown hair. He had light hazel, greyish eyes that looked almost snake-like as they shifted under certain lights. He had a slight tan from being in the sun so much, as I presume. His smile was as bright as, if not brighter, than the sun. He wiggled his nose like a bunny and looked to the guy Andy introduced as Chris.“I’m Chris Cerulli or Motionless whichever you prefer. I’m a vampire,” The tallest one smiled at me and showed vampire-like teeth. He was tall and lanky with jet black hair that looked like that of a dog’s when you give it a bath, greasy and messy all at the same time. Behind him were four or five others just like him.“I’m Joshua Balz. B-A-L-Z is how you spell my last name. I know, I know, you can tease me about it but that’s my real last name. There’s no getting around it now that the government has fallen due to that douchebag president, Donald trump. All of my friends call me just plain Balz. I am just really strong,” A bald, tattooed man said, stepping out from behind Chris. A woman stepped out from behind him. She was just as tattooed as him. “This is my wife Ryan-Ashley, she’s just a normal human being.” “I’m Ryan. I’m normal too,” A man with dark black hair and piercing brown eyes told me. He smiled as a woman stepped out from behind Ryan. She was a little heavier set with straight brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She had an amazing smile and she seemed nice enough. “This is my girlfriend Samantha. But you all can call her Sammie.”“I’m just a normal person as well. My name is Richard Olson, people call me Ricky. But only my friends can call me Ricky,” This man had the same piercing blue eyes as Sammie. He was small and lanky. Ricky had dark hair with blonde roots. He looked around the warehouse and tapped his foot against the ground.“Come on Rick, stop being so nervous. This place is amazing and Phoenix seems like a nice enough woman. Come on Rick, calm down or do I have to calm you down?” Vinny shot a glare at Rick and he stopped, straightening up. I flinched at the sound of the word woman.“Phoenix is actually one of our male members. He’s an amazing warrior and can not transition because of the war. He was going to transition once but the hospital we were at was ransacked by a whole bunch of criminals on their way to Seattle a few years back. But he’ll get his transition one day. We’re sure of that. But for now, he’s an amazing, bigender soul with the body of a much more feminine person,” Jinxx wrapped an arm around my waist and I nodded lightly. The group nodded back and smiled.“I’m Devin Sola. I can see and hear ghosts. That’s why my friends call me Ghost. You guys can call me Ghost as well. Actually, I’m like Phoenix, except I want to be a female. So if you would be so kind and use feminine pronouns for me pease,” A small-ish man with a whole bunch of Tim Burton tattoos waved at me. I nodded and looked at all of them. They were all seemingly good people and I hoped for the best that they didn’t have to stay here long, a large crowd around me is never a good idea.“So, what’s your story bodyguards? It seems like all of you have a story that you want to tell,” I walked them over the a set of tables and chairs. Balz pushed the heavy-they were roughly a hundred pounds of industrial strength steel-tables together. He brought up all of the chairs necessary for my new bodyguards plus Jinxx and I. We all sat down in unison and I waited for someone to start the story. Finally Chris opened his mouth to speak. “We came here all the way from Canada, originally from Pennsylvania. We were sheltered by the Wild Ones up there. To be quite honest, I don’t know why I chose Canada, I just did. It seemed like the best option for us. We could be tracked down through CODIS and NDIS or some software like that. I couldn’t take that risk, so all of our fingerprints have been burned off. All of us escaped, and are escaping, persecution in Pennsylvania. I was going in for charges of murder. Apparently I had killed a police officer while trying to escape the psychiatric ward I was in. Balz and Ryan Ashley were going in for assault. They had apparently beat up a woman who had been calling Ryan Ashley names all night,”“She called me a cunt and a bitch what else was I supposed to do? Just walk away? I had to do something. So, I decked her in the face. There is no apparently about it. I decked her and it meant something. That whore deserved it. She even called Balz a fucking freak of nature. I didn’t need that skank bringing my baby down. He was a world champion weight lifter. He’s not a freak of nature. He’s my pumpkin and finance,” Ryan Ashley interjected and Chris rolled his eyes.“Can I continue my story hot stuff? Or do you want to tell it,” Chris bared his fangs and hissed lowly, like an angered cat. Ryan Ashley shrinked up and went quiet. Balz stood up slightly and Chris hissed at him as well. His eyes became red and snakelike. “Why do you have to talk to her like that, Chris? Do you really hate her that much,” Balz looked at Chris and Vinny made a gesture. Chris and Balz went misty eyed before they sat back down in their respective chairs. Even Ryan Ashley went momentarily misty eyed. Jinxx widened his eyes and nodded a bit. Like he was making a mental note of something.“As I was saying, Ryan was going to trial for assaulting a police officer. Both Ricky and Ghost were picked up on prostitution and murder. Vinny was picked up for some random drug charges. F.E.A.R was ready to prosecute all of us for crimes we didn’t commit,” Chris paused for a moment, looking between Ghost and Ricky. “Hey, it’s not my fault I’m fucking sexy as all hell,” Ghost licked her lips sexily and leaned forward. Her ample breasts sat on the table, spilling out of her shirt and onto the table. The were tattooed and beautiful. From my position at the table I could see that Jinxx had pitched a tent.“That you are baby, that you are. You’re gorgeous. You’re a modern day Aphrodite. Now let Chris tell his story sweetie. These kind people need to know our story,” Ricky touched her hand and smiled. She went quiet, shifting in her seat a little bit. Clearly they had some type of sexual or romantic relationship going on.“Well, all of us except for Ghost and Ricky were accused of crimes we hadn’t committed. They were actually selling their bodies to random Johns and Janes. The Janes loved watching Ghost and Ricky go at it,” Chris sighed and looked to the pair again.“It was demeaning Chris. It was absolutely disgusting. Women like that should not be fertilizing our relationship. Real male loving males do not need that in their lives. We do not need that or women loving women. We are not some fangirl’s little wet dream,” Ricky pulled Ghost to his side. “It may look like we’re straight, but when we first met, Ghost was not in the form she was now. But we were happy and those cunts used her…illness, or whatever they want to say instead of using the word transgender, as a way to jack off. It was disgusting.”“Anyways, we were a relatively good band before all of this happened. We’d like to think that we were going to become mainstream. We called ourselves Motionless In White. We were going down the drain for a while, that’s why Rick and Ghost turned to prostitution. Our entire house was raided for evidence. Luckily, we salvaged a few thousand of our CDs before the police raided the studio. We’ve been selling them on the road for money and we’ve been recording up in Canada. We’ve been working a new album up there in our spare time. It’s an album for Valentine’s Day, songs for our lovely partners. Jamie and Gaia were taken too soon from us. They were killed way too soon for any of our likings. Jamie was killed in a car crash. She was luckily killed on impact. We were so glad that she didn’t have to suffer through any pain. Gaia was trampled to death by some crazed fans. It’s not like we couldn’t control our fans. It’s just that Gaia was accidently pulled into the mosh pit and everything went downhill from there. It happened so quickly, too. I-I mean we- had no time to react. W couldn’t save her. Ricky and I wanted to honor our lost loves. Ghost wanted to honor all of those who had died for love, who died because of who they love. It was quite a nice album and concept. All we need is Vinny’s testimony of love and then we’ll be done,” Chris looked at Vinny and he blushed a bit.“There is a guy, no one really liked that I was guy who pined over a guy I saw once in another life…in another timeline. Where none of this happened and we were a huge band that was going to release an album called…Graveyard Shift, I think. But no one will believe that I actually love him so much,” Vinny smiled at me and I looked down, avoiding his glance after it had become awkward.“That’s because alternate timelines do not exist. It’s just a figment of your imagination. You made it up to relieve the pressure of being in this war. We all do it and you’ve taken it way too far. We all know it. You’ll speak his name in your sleep. You’ve gone batshit Vincenzo and that’s it,” Josh spat at Vinny as Vinny shrunk back into his seat. Vinny pulled at the edges of his torn sweatshirt. “We really did lose a lot of people on the way, sometimes our own minds. It was too big of a group I guess. We lost two of our former drummers on the way up to Canada though. Angelo Parente and Brandon Richter. We don’t know what happened to the other former members, but we assume that they’re dead or dying. We’ve had to kill a few group members because they literally lost their minds. That’s why we had to kill Angelo. I really loved him and I was pretty unsure of my feelings. So I never told him until he had a mental breakdown. He was shaky, violent and completely suicidal. I told him how much I cared for him and he became better for awhile. Then Angel literally broke and“We barely made it to Canada. We almost lost Ghost on the way. The Shadows burned down our safehouse. They chased us all the way to the border. Ghost barely made it out of the house alive. She had severe burns all of her body. They’re still there, all up and down her left side. The fire never touched her face. Though she did get blinded by one of the Shadows. We were at a loss to be honest with you. I had no idea how to lead a team after all that has happened to us. We weren’t Wild Ones, technically at least. I mean, we are powerful in our own rights, but we didn’t have the numbers to start our own chapter from where we were. No one really wanted to follow us into battle. We had lost too many people along the way to even consider having people follow us, especially me. That’s when we got picked up by the Toronto chapter of the Wild Ones. Casey, Olivia, Catherine, Justice and Tatiana have been very nice to us. But sadly, they too, have moved on. The Shadows burned down the building we were staying at and this time, they got Vinny. He was burned quite badly as well. But we were able to save him in time before any of his burns got too serious. That was about a month back and we are all still recovering from that event,” Chris sighed and looked over to Ghost an Vinny. She stood up and peeled off her shirt without any hesitation. It was like she had done this before in many different situations. Vinny, on the other hand, moved more slowly. It was like he was insecure of his own body and it made a lot of sense for him to be that way. He was a burn victim and his body was proof of the war we were still fighting to this day. We didn’t need for this war to happen and both of them were proof of why we didn’t need this war at all. They were the reason that we needed to stop fighting over stupid, little, idiotic problems.Her pale skin was contrasted by bright pink burn scars that reached up towards her neck. She twisted her head up to the light and showed a continuation of the burns on her chest. Jinxx and I looked on in awe. I never noticed that one of her eyes was paler than the other. That is what Chris must have been talking about. She looked over at Balz, who nodded. She put her shirt back on and sat down. Our eyes moved to Vinny’s smaller body. Vinny’s body was much more red than Ghost’s and showed how recently he received the burns. His burns didn’t stretch as far up as Ghost’s and his burns were more concentrated on the right side of his torso. His skin was peeling and red. Some burns were still greasy and wet looking. Soot clung to his skin in some spots and gave him an eerie, sickly glow to his skin.“The Shadows took my little brother. They killed him in cold blood. They killed my older sister too. Right after I went to join Motionless, they killed my whole family. Those damn Shadows tried killing me too. But they couldn’t really kill the last of the vampires,” Chris looked over all of us and sighed. “We needed help, specifically your help. No one actually wanted to help a bunch of misfits like us. You’re a bunch of misfits and misfits help misfits.”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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After the World Ends (Sashea/Biadore/Witney) - Veronica

A/N: AFTER THE WORLD ENDS, AKA PORN IN THE WOODS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the beautiful and talented @missdandee !! You know I love you when I agree to write something that involves Biadore. ;P I hope your birthday is amazing, my love!!!

Summary: Post-apocalypse lesbian AU featuring Sashea, Witney, and Biadore.

For clarity and to explain the pronoun choices: Sasha is DFAB genderqueer (they/them pronouns), Willam is a trans woman, and the rest of the cast is cis female.

Trigger warnings: some potentially transphobic discussion/language involving sexual awkwardness, a panic attack, guns/weapons, hunting a wild turkey, and discussion war, gay conversion therapy, and the downfall of America at the hands of the Trump Administration

(Also: Thank you SO MUCH to @spokywrites for being my beta savior, and to additional beta help from @wednesdayangeline and @ironrescue - was the lovely person to for include me in this celebration!)

2027 SOUTHERN APPALACHIA THE AREA FORMERLY KNOWN AS NORTHEAST MISSISSIPPI

“Remember glitter nail polish?” Adore asked. She stopped and looked carefully to her left and right. Coast clear. She moved forward, clearing a path for Courtney to follow.

“That was the best!” Courtney sighed, a slight skip to her step. “Remember clean underwear?”

“Distantly, yeah,” Adore said, laughing. “Remember Ariana Grande?”

“God, I loved her so much. She’s probably dead now, huh?”

“Probably.”

“That’s a shame.” Courtney kicked a rock.

“Remember Christmas lights?” Adore asked.

Then before Courtney could open her mouth to reply, she elbowed her arm, silencing her as she drew back her bow and arrow. The ugly, feathery little fucker was close, and fat. If it wasn’t for the tree she’d have a clear shot. She waited, hoping he’d take a few more steps, so that she could really nail him. Just a tiny…bit…farther…Adore let the arrow spring free, and it pierced him right in the neck. Bullseye. She strode forward to finish the job, pulling the arrow out and twisting his neck with a crack.

Courtney trailed behind, wincing slightly. Almost two years of this, not to mention seeing her dad do it while they were still safe in the shelter - but she could never get used to the carnage. She examined one of the trees, saw some moss that might be useful, began to scrape it off with her pocketknife.

“Don’t worry Court, he lived a good life. And now he’ll provide us with some much needed sustenance.”

“Mmmhmm,” Courtney said, then glanced over her shoulder at Adore, pulling feathers off the disgusting creature by the handful. “Remember soy?”

Adore chuckled, “Now that, I don’t miss…”

***

“Hey,” Sasha said softly, and Shea turned around, a big smile lighting up her face.

“You’re finished already?!” Shea wrapped her arms around Sasha’s waist, pulling them to the floor.

“No fish today…again…”

Shea laughed gleefully. Only she could be delighted by the idea of Sasha’s repeated failure to procure any protein for them. “Baby. There’s never any fish. But it’s so fucking adorable the way you keep trying.”

Feigning offense, Sasha tossed their red hair and scoffed. “Excuse me, ma’am, I caught one…like a month ago, so…”

“That’s right, I’m sorry, you’re right. You’re amazing and perfect and the world’s greatest fisher…person…” Shea teased, pressing a kiss against Sasha’s throat.

Sasha giggled, exclaiming, “Exactly!” and running a hand down Shea’s arm, eyes falling closed as the warmth of her lips traveled down their neck to their collarbone.

Shea smiled, raked her nails up Sasha’s thighs, pushing them open so that she could crawl between them, hovering over them tauntingly.

“Shea…” A soft gasp left their lips as Shea’s hands trailed up and down their body, mouth pressed to their stomach, then lower…

“Tell me what you want…” Shea whispered, fingers toying with the fly on Sasha’s shorts, breath now hot on her thigh.

Sasha arched up. “Don’t stop…” they whispered, gazing at her, grey-blue eyes dreamy, eyelashes fluttering.

“Ugh,” came a voice from behind, and they both turned to see Willam, her face scrunched up in disgust. “You guys are the worst. The world’s ended, how can you be so goddamn happy? Stop being gross.” As she walked past them, she nudged Sasha with the toe of her boot for good measure.

Shea collapsed, burying her face in Sasha’s lap, sticking her middle finger in the air. “Get fucked, Belli,” Shea replied, voice muffled by Sasha’s thighs, which she proceeded to rub her cheeks against, savoring the softness of her girlfriend’s smooth skin.

Willam let out an aggrieved groan, collapsing onto her own sleeping mat. “By who?! You two whores only have eyes for each other, and Bianca…I mean I’m not saying she’s a TERF, but…you know. She’s not exactly open-minded. Especially now, when I look like…” Willam trailed off with a shrug.

Sasha propped themself up on their elbows and turned their head, somewhat sympathetic to Willam’s dilemma. It had been over four years since even the underground shitty hormones ran out. Six years since the good stuff. Willam was a tough bitch, but Sasha couldn’t imagine the emotional trauma of watching her body regress back to what it was pre-transition. In an act of pure solidarity, they’d procured about 10 years worth of razors for her back in Jackson - a small thing, but at least it was something. Even Bianca treated the razors like her first born child - no man nor razor left behind, no matter where they went. But regardless of the constant shaving and the attempt at eye makeup…Sasha could see why Willam felt the way she did. She looked different from how she used to. Different from how she felt inside.

Sasha held Shea tighter, stroking her hair, feeling both fortunate and guilty. What right did they have to be ‘so goddamn happy’ when the world had literally come to an end for so many - for people they loved, for millions of innocent lives? When there was no way to know when, or if, there would ever be peace again?

“I miss Alaska,” Willam muttered, more to herself than anyone else, punching her pillow down and sighing.

Sasha reached up and touched Willam’s hand. “We all do,” they said softly, but Willam slapped their hand away and started stomping off.

“Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t need your pity, bitch-”

“That’s not what I-”

Shea sat up. “Don’t fucking call them a bitch-”

“Don’t tell me what to-”

The bickering was interrupted by Bianca running in breathlessly. “Hey! I need backup! There’s some shit going down in the eastern woods. Hurry!”

Without a word, all three girls jumped to attention, grabbing their weapons and following Bianca down the narrow passageway.

***

“What was that?” Adore hissed, and Courtney flattened herself against the tree, listening carefully. She’d clearly heard it too, based on the intense expression on her face, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Adore crept forward slowly, brandishing her gun, staying low to the ground as she approached the clearing, trying to shield her eyes to see the large hill where the noise had come from. Courtney was so close behind her that she could feel a strap from her heavy backpack dangling on her arm.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THERE!?” yelled a hoarse voice, and suddenly they were surrounded, as the hill looming on the other side of the narrow clearing turned into a fortress, covered in multiple armed soldiers. Their only protection the sparse trees and low shrubs at the edge of the forest.

“Fuck!” Adore should have known. Why hadn’t she stayed in the denser woods, where they would be covered, protected? Why had she taken this risk, just to make a campfire easier? Lazy, stupid, thoughtless-

“ANSWER! HANDS UP, WEAPONS DOWN! THIS IS NOT A MOTHERFUCKING GAME!”

“Wait a second…” Courtney said, face screwed up in a way that terrified Adore. Because it meant she was about to do something incredibly, insanely… “Bianca?!”

“WHO WANTS TO KNOW?!”

Courtney tossed her gun and backpack to the ground and held up her hands, stepping into the clearing.

“Courtney, what the fucking fuck!?” Adore cried.

“Bianca, it’s Courtney, from…from A.Y.S.O. soccer, in New Orleans!” she called, voice wavering only slightly. She realized too late how ridiculous it all sounded, and closed her eyes briefly. “Do you…do you remember me?” She raised her eyes up to the girl on the boulder, the one who was pointing a large assault weapon down at her. God, she fucking hoped she was right. But that voice. Those eyes. It had to be her.

“Bitch, I’ve known a lot of blondes over the years. You’re gonna have to be more fucking specific!” she leveled her gun.

Fuck fuck fuck, Adore thought, gritting her teeth. Her eyes flickered to the other girls - she counted four total, all partially obscured by rocks and two of them heavily backlit. If Courtney’s instincts were wrong here, they were good as dead.

Courtney took a tiny step forward and one of the girls popped out from behind a tree. She was tall and statuesque, wild honey-colored curls falling over her shoulders. Her weapon pointed directly at Courtney’s head as she began to speak again. “It was…we were like 9 or 10, I think. I…our jerseys were blue and when we had to choose a team name, this one kid suggested the Tigers and you called her a retard and you got in trouble.”

Adore could swear she heard a soft chuckle from the other side of the clearing. But the weapons stayed up, so Courtney kept talking, desperately trying to conjure up memories of this soccer team from a lifetime ago.

“Um…our…coach was named Steve. Your…cleats had purple laces and I thought they were really cool. Once I gave you a vegan cookie that my mom made and you said it tasted like dogshit.” Courtney swallowed as she racked her brain for more details, but came up blank. When none of the weapons lowered, she glanced back at Adore, an apologetic look on her face. We’re screwed, it said. Tears brimmed in her green eyes. “I really thought it was her,” she whispered.

After a long heated moment, Bianca put down her gun and beckoned her forward. “The coach’s name was Sam, you fucking idiot!” she called down, a smirk on her face causing familiar dimples to appear in her cheeks.

Sasha breathed out a sigh of relief as the pretty blonde covered her face with her hands. They were not in the mood for a bloodbath today. Shea sensed their anxiety dissipate, and slung an arm around their shoulders, kissing their forehead reassuringly and gesturing to Bianca that they’d stay on their side. You never know - these girls might not be alone after all.

Willam strolled over to Bianca, pointing out the scowling brunette still crouching next to Courtney in the bushes. “Who’s that bitch?” she asked.

“I’ll find out. Stay alert,” Bianca replied, watching Courtney bicker with the other girl. She narrowed her eyes, wondering how the fuck the bougie little pigtailed princess she remembered from years ago - the one who shrieked every time the soccer ball got too close to her, who chattered nonstop about rainbows and pop stars and bounced around on the balls of her feet like a fairy, turned into a toned, dirt-covered road warrior. Who, granted, surrendered after .5 seconds of a stand-off, so maybe she hadn’t changed much after all.

Willam stood beside Bianca, watching them closely, muttering, “Fuck…”

Bianca’s thoughts exactly. Even covered in grime, these girls were both stunning. Courtney in that obvious way, with a heart-shaped face, long wavy blonde hair, lean body and hooded green eyes. But there was something about the willowy brunette, with her pouty lips and big angry blue eyes, that intrigued Bianca.

“I’m calling the blonde,” Willam said suddenly, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“You’re calling her?” Bianca asked.

“Yeah, she’s fuckin’ hot. You can have the bratty one stomping her feet. You like a challenge,” Willam replied with a wink.

Bianca laughed. There was time to fight this battle later. If necessary.

“Adooore, come on, put down the gun, let’s go!” Courtney’s eyes shone with happiness, hopped up on adrenaline.

“I have a bad feeling about this. We’re outnumbered. They aren’t gonna shoot now, so let’s just go. We’ve got provisions, we don’t need them.”

“Please, Adore. At the very least, we’ll have a few hours of conversation with someone besides each other.”

“You just want to get laid.” Adore shook her head, rolling her eyes and looking up at the ledge, where Bianca was holding up her hands questioningly, wondering what was taking them so long.

“And you don’t?” Courtney raised an eyebrow.

Adore scoffed. “It’s not exactly my highest priority.”

“Yeah. I know. Probably because you don’t know any better.” Courtney turned away, picking up her backpack and gun, muttering, “Useless virgin, ruining everything…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Courtney sang, turning back around, batting her lashes innocently, giving Adore her biggest puppy eyes.

“Ughhhh, fine. But you owe me.”

A big smile broke out on Courtney’s face as she bent down to pick up her backpack and began crossing the narrow field. “I know, bunny. But I’ve already offered and you always turn me down, so…”

“Oh my god, you’re sick. Please stop.”

Courtney giggled, already giddy with hope.

“Hey!” Bianca called as the girls climbed the hill. “Point those guns at the ground, ladies!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Courtney panted, flashing an infectious grin up at Bianca and reaching out her hand. Bianca pulled her up over the ledge.

Adore rolled her eyes, reluctantly accepting a hand from Willam.

“Jesus Christ, B! What are the odds?!” Courtney cried, throwing her arms around Bianca’s neck, clinging tightly like her life depended on it. Which, to be fair, it did a little.

“Slim to none,” Bianca replied with a laugh. “And how dare you forget coach Sam.”

“That was a real dick move you pulled,” Adore said, crossing her arms .

“Yeah, well, I’m a dick.” Bianca flashed her dimples. “Bianca. And you are…”

“That’s is my cousin, Adore,” Courtney said. “She’s cute, huh?”

“She’s alright. Interesting name,” Bianca said, smirking into her pretty blue eyes.

“Go fuck yourself,” Adore snapped.

“Adore, be nice, Jesus!” Courtney cried. “I’m sorry,” she said to Bianca. “She’s a little wound up.”

“It’s cool,” Bianca said, eyes still locked with Adore’s. “I’m not afraid of her.” Her arm tightened around Courtney’s waist and she kissed the blonde gently on the cheek, ignoring Willam glaring over her shoulder. “So what have you been up to since A.Y.S.O?”

“Oh, you know, just like…travel, leisure, hiding in bunkers, living in the woods, general merriment…the usual.” Courtney fluttered her lashes. “You?”

“Spent a few years in one of Pence’s ‘Pray the Gay Away’ camps for wayward youth. That’s where I met these lovely people. This is Willam, by the way.”

Courtney turned to Willam, “Oh god, that sounds awful. Hi…”

“It wasn’t so bad,” Willam replied, lifting one eyebrow flirtatiously. “The orgies didn’t suck.”

Courtney giggled, a dazzling smile spreading across her face as her green eyes swept up and down Willam’s body. “Sorry I missed that, then.”

Willam smirked back at her, holding her gaze as Shea and Sasha walked up to join them. “That makes two of us…”

After a moment, something dawned on Courtney and she looked around the group. “Um…okay this might be a weird question, but…how the hell do you all look so clean? I am suddenly really aware of how filthy I am.”

“Filthy…” Willam echoed with a sassy wink.

Bianca smiled. “There’s a creek in the back. You want me to show you?”

“Fuck, yes! Can we wash our clothes there too?”

“Sure. Actually, Willam is the laundry expert. She may even have some clean things for you to borrow in the meantime.”

Courtney’s mouth dropped open in delight. “I was literally fantasizing earlier about clean underwear, holy shit…Adore! Did you hear that?!”

“Yeah, I heard. Can you chill please?” Adore shook her head.

“No, I will not, this is the best thing that’s happened since we found that burned out 7-11 last year!” Courtney wrapped her arms around Adore’s shoulders. “Smile, bunnyface.”

Bianca turned to Sasha and cleared her throat. “Do you mind taking over as lookout while Willam and I take our…uh…guests, to the creek?”

“Sure,” Sasha agreed.

“This way, ladies,” Bianca said, gesturing for Courtney and Adore to follow her.

“So…you guys have just been wandering in the wilderness, huh?” Willam asked. “That sounds thrilling.”

“Yeah, but Adore’s no fun,” Courtney said, and affected a high-pitched voice, saying, “Courtney, get away, we’re related.”

“We are related, you perv,” Adore said.

Courtney rolled her eyes. “I know, dude, but like, we are living in desperate times here. Sometimes you just wanna fuck something that’s not your own hand.”

“You’re being really a lot right now,” Adore said.

“Well did you hear the news? Clean water! I think this calls for a song!” Courtney said, and started to skip. “How did that one go, that my mom loved? Leeeeet the river run! Let all the dreeeeamers wake the naaaation! Coooooome, the New Jeruuuusaleeem!”

“Jesus. I don’t know whether I want to slap her or fuck her,” Willam muttered, hoisting her gun over her shoulder. Bianca laughed.

Courtney tossed a sultry look over her shoulder, fluttering her lashes. “Who said you have to choose? We’re coming to the edge, running on the water, coming through the fog-”

Adore rolled her eyes. “Sorry about her. She’ll calm down after an hour or so.”

Willam laughed. “Oh, I hope not!”

***

“So here are some things you guys can wear for now, while I’m washing your stuff…” Willam dumped a pile of spare clothes by the creek. “They aren’t very glamorous, but I’m sure you’ll make it work.”

“Thanks,” Courtney said, peeling off her top, feet already plunged into the cool, refreshing water. “Hey Adore, why don’t you show Bianca what you caught this morning?

“What? No!” Adore crossed her arms, emerging from behind a tree, wrapped in a blanket, her clothes in her arms. Courtney rolled her eyes at her cousin’s prudishness.

“Yes! They’re being really nice to us, we should share.” She undid her shorts and wriggled out of them, then stood for a moment in her bra and panties, looking at Willam. “Undergarments, too?” she asked coyly.

“Whatever you want me to get clean,” Willam replied, eyes glued to her body.

Courtney turned around, pulling her hair on top of her head, asking, “Help?”

Willam smirked, unhooking her bra for her, fingers lingering on her skin for a moment, before murmuring softly in her ear, “Need help with the panties, too?”

Courtney smiled, sliding her underwear slowly down her hips, making sure to put on a show as she bent down to pick them up. “Here you go. Thanks.”

“Mmm, dirty underpants. My favorite.” Willam gathered the clothes with Adore’s as Courtney waded into the water, turning around again to make sure her tits were on full display as she floated backwards, closing her eyes happily.

“Water’s nice, huh Court?” Bianca asked. She glanced over as at Adore, who was still standing on the shore, arms crossed.

“It’s perfect!” the blonde sang, then, “Adore, seriously, show her. Unless you want to show her later, alone…”

“Courtney…” Adore growled.

“Adore…” Courtney mocked.

Adore groaned, unzipping her backpack in frustration. “Fine!”

“I mean, we don’t have much,” Courtney explained, “But Adore is a really good hunter, and she caught a turkey this morning. We were looking for somewhere to roast him, so-”

“Holy shit, seriously? It’s been ages since we had meat. That’s awesome. Good going…what’s your name again?” Bianca’s dark eyes sparkled.

Adore grit her teeth as the other girls laughed, barely paying attention to their conversation, just fuming at Bianca and her smug face, her stupid dimples. And Courtney flirting up a storm, happy as a lark, tits still out for all the world to see.

“Adore, what are you waiting for? Drop the towel and get in! The water is amaaaazing!”

Bianca put a hand on Adore’s shoulder. “I’ll give you guys some privacy. Why don’t you come find me when you’re out and dressed and we can roast up your little friend?”

“Bianca, you’re not coming in with us?” Courtney pouted, batting her lashes.

“We don’t usually go in more than one at a time. Safety thing. Gotta always be ready for defense. Willam’s just down there, in shouting distance, if you need anything.”

“Alright, we’ll miss you…Right, Adore?”

“Will you stop?” Adore sighed.

Bianca laughed. ��Don’t worry, Adore, I know she’s full of shit. See you later.”

Once she was gone, and with Willam safely downriver, Adore finally began to remove her clothes, wading into the water after Courtney.

“Well,” Courtney said, “I hope you’re happy. I mean, she’s totally your type.”

“Courtney, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Baby, come on. I saw those pictures you used to keep on your phone, in the before time, when we had phones.” Courtney sank down into the water, eyes dancing with glee. “You were all about tits and ass.”

Adore scowled at her, trying not to laugh.

“Don’t give me that look. And don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Courtney giggled, miming generous tits with her hands. Adore lunged at her in the water, dunking her, causing her to shriek with laughter.

***

“Thanks for the clothes. What do you think?”

Willam looked up from the boulders, where she was spreading out the girls’ clothing to dry, weighing them down with stones, to see Courtney, dressed in the loaner clothes. An oversized tank top, no bra, tied at the waist, and some ratty old cargo shorts that were falling off her slender hips. Her blonde hair framed her face in wet, wavy locks. Willam grinned. “Not bad. Do you feel…fresh?”

“As a daisy.”

Willam nodded as Courtney walked over to her, sliding her arms around her shoulders.

“So…not to be crude or anything, but…you’re super hot, and it’s been a really long time, and I’d like to fuck you. Cool?”

Willam gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft skin. “Well, I don’t know, all this romance, I’m overcome…”

Courtney narrowed her green eyes, launching herself at the taller girl, crashing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss, pulling her to the ground, climbing into her lap as she quickly removed her top. Managing to maintain an air of both dominance and utter neediness, clawing desperately at her clothes as their tongues tangled together. Courtney had a deep, primal craving to feel her skin - the beating heart of another human pressed up against hers.

For a few brief moments, Willam was so wrapped up in lust, in the perfect senseless feeling of being wanted, that she forgot to be self-conscious. When Courtney ripped off her shirt and tugged at her bra, she forgot to care that her tits we no longer full and perky – not like they used to be. Her mind was blank of everything except Courtney’s hands, her tongue, the grinding in her lap, hands pulling at the fly of her shorts.

“Wait!” she finally broke the spell, breathless.

Courtney looked up, cheeks flushed, pupils blown out. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not…I mean…I…” Willam panicked, searching for the right words. “How long is a really long time?” she finally asked. Deflection. That was safe.

Courtney gulped. “Um…why do you…?”

“I just…maybe we should slow down a little?” Willam said.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Courtney asked.

Willam laughed, leaning forward to kiss her neck, sucking gently on her pulse point until she heard a breathy whimper.

“Maybe I want to be in charge…” She trailed her fingers down Courtney’s collarbone, then began to toy gently with the stiff nub of her nipple.

Courtney’s heart beat wildly, hips rolling, arching against Willam as sparks raced through her body. She felt weak and dizzy, offering no resistance as Willam laid her down on her back and began to trail wet, warm kisses down her torso. A tongue circled her nipples, hands slid her shorts off without even bothering to open them. Willam’s tangled curls spilled over her shoulders, brushing against Courtney’s sensitive skin as a hot mouth pressed against her inner thigh.

She flung a leg over Willam’s shoulder, desperate for more, her voice a whine as she breathed, “Please…please…”

Willam hovered over her with a devious gleam in her eyes, slowly licking her lips, causing the anticipation to build painfully in Courtney’s belly. Her fingers skated lightly over Courtney’s wet skin as the blonde buried her hands deep into her hair. When she finally lowered her head, let her tongue make contact with the girl’s swollen clit, her head was yanked forward. The bold impatience made Willam chuckle and as a reward, she sucked on her, causing Courtney to moan, grinding against her tongue. As she continued to work Courtney into a frenzy, thighs pressed to her ears drowned out the increasingly urgent sounds of her moaning.

“Oh god…” Courtney remembered having been sexually active once, enthusiastically so. But this…this was different. She felt cosmically alive, the cells of her body vibrating in tune with the stars and yet rooted in the earth, her back pressed to the rocks, heels digging into Willam’s back, the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her hands, the surprising tenderness of her touch, all of it wrapping Courtney in a cloud of desire for more. She arched up again as Willam made her way up her torso again, finding her lips. She plunged a tongue onto Willam’s mouth, wanting to taste what she’d tasted, enjoying the weight of her body pressing down.

Willam explored Courtney’s mouth with her tongue, hands wandering over her body. She had a brief flash of guilt, remembering Alaska, how it had never been like this with her. But that was their agreement, so to speak. They’d been best friends. Sisters. They knew, deep down, that if they weren’t trapped together in this godforsaken war-torn hellscape, that they wouldn’t have been together, not like that. But that was okay. It still meant something. It was still good to have someone; someone who cared, who made her laugh until her sides hurt, someone who could get her off in a pinch – if that’s what the moment called for. But now, looking at Courtney, panting, whimpering, Willam felt wanted in way that she hadn’t for the longest time.

“You’re so beautiful,” Courtney said, arching against her, hands gripping her ass.

Beautiful? Willam couldn’t help chuckling. She didn’t feel beautiful. The only thing she felt was terrified as nimble fingers began to open her fly.

“What’s the matter?” Courtney asked, eyes wide. Willam had pushed her hands away without even realizing it.

“Uh, I…” Willam rolled off of her, breathing hard. “I’m sorry.”

Courtney sat up, cleared her throat. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just…you know I’m trans, right? Like, I mean I think it’s pretty obvious, but-”

“I didn’t really-”

“Don’t bullshit me here, you’re making it worse.”

“Okay, yeah. I assumed so.”

Willam nodded. “Right. So. I don’t look like you, down there.”

“So?”

“Well…is that okay with you? I mean it sort of makes scissoring a distant fantasy,” Willam said, forcing a laugh.

Courtney put a hand on her face, kissed her cheek softly.

“I really like you, Willam. I really…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but…god, I want you.”

Willam swallowed. She looked into Courtney’s eyes, nodding slightly, and moved her hands to her shorts, hands shaking. Courtney caressed the side of her face, kissing her temple, soothing her frayed nerves, moving one hand to help Willam slide her shorts down her legs.

After another soft kiss, Courtney swung a leg over, straddling Willam, hands on her shoulders, leaning forward. She began rolling her hips, slowly, bending down to tangle their tongues together. Willam threaded her hands into Courtney’s hair, pushing the wet strands away from her face. She could feel herself getting hard against the other girl, and when Courtney broke the kiss, moving down her neck and chest, hooking two fingers into her panties, she looked up at Willam, waiting for confirmation.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.” Willam lay back, shutting her eyes, as Courtney slid her underwear slowly down her legs, and then felt soft, delicate hands caressing her thighs, a gentle kiss placed just inside her knee. Hands slid up, holding her hips now. She could feel hot breath against her. She opened her eyes.

“Hey,” Courtney said, with a soft smile.

“Hi,” Willam replied shyly.

“You’re beautiful.”

Willam’s heart began to beat faster as Courtney began to trail her fingers over her, kissing her, licking her. Tasting her. She arched up, digging her fingers into Courtney’s shoulders. This wasn’t just oral sex. Courtney wasn’t just sucking her, trying to make her come. She was discovering her. And somehow, it made Willam’s anxiety fade away. It made her feel, maybe more than ever before, like a woman, the way this part of her, this part she’d always been so disconnected from, was being handled, cradled, treasured.

Courtney swirled her tongue around her, hummed against her, nuzzled her face into her skin. She stirred something so deep, so primal, that Willam’s instincts took over and she forgot to feel anything but pure, ecstatic lust. Willam reached down and gripped Courtney’s face, dragging her into a kiss, crushing their lips together, kissing her over and over. Courtney’s thighs squeezed Willam’s hips, surprisingly strong, a smile on her face as she arched forward.

Willam wrapped her arms around Courtney’s waist, whispering in her ear. “I want you. Can we…?”

“Yes, yes!” Courtney’s body was trembling in anticipation as she raised up onto her knees, guiding Willam inside, inhaling sharply. Once she was sitting down firmly, she leaned forward, tits brushing against Willam’s, hips rocking slowly as she adjusted to the fullness inside of her, trying to find the right angle.

Digging her nails into her palms to control herself, Willam choked out, “You good?” She didn’t want to move too quickly, but fuck. Courtney was so hot and wet, so perfectly soft. Willam felt possessed, feeling an urge to flip her over and jackhammer away. This need was the bane of her fucking existence.

As if reading Willam’s mind, Courtney began to roll her hips faster, her whimpers getting louder as she raked her nails against Willam’s skin.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

Willam thrust up into her, lips pressed against her sweaty neck. She slid her hands up, thumbs rubbing against her nipples, earning a rapturous cry.

“Harder, please…”

“Fuck yeah,” Willam giggled, rolling her over, pushing one of her legs back and pumping harder, her only guide Courtney’s desperate cries for more, the nails in her back.

Courtney gripped her ass, her only anchor to the physical world, as orgasms ripped through her body, spasms curling her toes, over and over. She gasped for air as if she’d been drowning, hips still twitching, pulsing, and then she felt Willam come, the warmth a surprise.

They lay together for a few moments, Willam breathing into the crook of Courtney’s neck, Courtney’s hands resting on the small of Willam’s back, before Willam lifted her head to look into Courtney’s eyes, giving her a wicked smirk.

“You’re gonna need another dip in the water. Look at you…” She began to pull leaves from Courtney’s hair.

Courtney giggled. “I don’t care. That was amazing. God, you are so…” She pressed her lips against Willam’s, kissing her tenderly. “And I honestly don’t know what you were worried about. I’ve been fucked by a strap-on, and this was a million times better.”

Willam chuckled. “Uh…thanks, I think?”

“Was that offensive?”

“Probably, but I don’t really care, because you’re too goddamn cute.” Willam pinched her thigh, easing out and resting a head on her shoulder.

“I do have a question…promise me you won’t think I’m like…a total moron.”

“I can’t promise that,” Willam replied.

“Right.” Courtney sighed. “Um…like…do I need to be worried, about…you know…I mean…”

“I’m pretty sure I’m clean, and you are a moron. You ask this question BEFORE you fuck someone, genius.” Willam grinned.

“No. I mean. Good. And right. But…uh…I mean, like…what about pregnancy?”

“I can’t get pregnant,” Willam said.

“Yeah, thanks.” Courtney rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”

Willam thought for a minute. “Shit.”

“Right.”

“I mean, safe sex used to be kind of a given, but then we ran out of condoms…”

“Right.” Courtney could feel her heart start to hammer in her chest.

“I was on HRT for a good five years, so probably not. I mean, that stuff supposedly has long-lasting effects, even though nothing is…”

“Okay. Okay, that’s…”

“Look, I wouldn’t worry. I’m sorry, I just, I wasn’t thinking about-”

“No, I know, me neither. I was sort of caught up in the moment, and you’re…I mean you’re a woman. I didn’t…” She reached for her shirt, trying to breathe, slipping it on slowly.

“It would be a cute baby,” Willam offered cheerfully.

Courtney buried her face in her hands. “Oh god, oh…” She took a shaky breath.

“I’m kidding. I’m sorry. What…what can I do?”

“Nothing, I’m just…um…having a little…a little trouble breathing.”

***

Shea gazed out over the treeline, shielding her eyes from the harsh afternoon sun. She heard a small sigh and turned around, hands on her hips.

“You’re obsessing.”

“I’m not,” Sasha countered immediately.

“You are. I can tell.”

“No. I’m not. I’m just…thinking.”

“Obsessing.”

Sasha sighed. “Semantics, Shea. You say obsessing, I say…thinking. Pontificating…”

“About?” Shea asked, hands circling Sasha’s slim waist, lips grazing their ear.

“It’s gonna annoy you.”

Shea kissed Sasha’s pulse point, running a hand up their arm.

“I’m used to you annoying me.”

Sasha shivered, felt themself melt against Shea’s gentle touch, her plush lips. “It’s…it’s about what Willam said…”

“That bullshit about how we shouldn’t be happy?”

“…Maybe?”

Shea sighed.

“I warned you,” Sasha said softly.

“You think this is my ideal life? Let me tell you something…I’m not a fucking country girl. Okay? This is not what I imagined for myself when I was a child daydreaming about my goddamn future. But here we are. So…guess what? I’m clinging to every shred of fucking happiness that we can wring out of every day, alright? Because we have no idea how long it’ll last. So…tell me exactly what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that…” Sasha admitted.

“No. And in fact, that might be the only way that our lives can have any meaning at all. Is to not give up. To have some fucking dignity, right now, today.”

“But what about the resistance? We left-”

“There’s no more resistance, Sasha! Okay? You think I’d have left my brother, and my home, and everyone, if there was something left to fight for? Something to fight against? The only thing back there right now, is ashes. And we were lucky, you know? Some cities got nuked. So…yeah, maybe someday the resistance will rise up again but for now, staying alive is our resistance mission.”

“How will we know? When it’s time to ‘rise up again’?”

“Word will spread. It always does. Word got around before cell phones and the post office and it will get around again. Trust me. So we’ve gotta stay strong and we’ve gotta stay sane, and we’ve gotta…enjoy the moments we can, while we can. But…babe…” Shea took Sasha’s face in her hands, eyes pleading. “I am begging you…”

“Yes?” Sasha asked softly.

“Don’t leave me.”

Sasha smiled. “Shea, I’m not going anywhere, why would you think-”

“No. I mean.” Shea closed her eyes briefly and then began speaking again. “In your mind. Don’t waste the time we have worrying about this stuff. Please.”

Sasha touched Shea’s lips with their fingers, tracing her mouth, listening to her heart beating. “I’ll do my best.”

“And don’t worry about Willam. Okay? Willam is a fucking survivor. She’s probably having a threesome with those new girls at this very moment.”

Sasha laughed. “I certainly hope so.”

“Oh you do, do you?” Shea responded cheekily, raising her eyebrow.

“Well, you know, I mean…for Willam’s sake. She deserves it!” Sasha said, batting their eyelashes innocently.

“Right, right…for Willam.” Shea pulled Sasha into her lap. “Nothing to do with your filthy mind, imagining some kind of sexy bathtime action with those girls.”

“Wha…?” Sasha laughed, giggling as Shea peppered their neck with kisses. “I’m not imagining anything! You brought it up…”

“Yeah, and I know you. I’ve seen your exes. You’d love to watch those pretty little Barbie-looking girls frolicking in the water. Wouldn’t you?” Shea challenged.

“Omigod…” Sasha pushed Shea onto the ground, pinning her shoulders down and climbing on top of her. “Well, you’re right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Sasha bent down, placing a soft, teasing kiss against Shea’s plush mouth, then whispered, “I love pretty girls…” They kissed her again, harder this time, slipping a hand under her top. “Only the prettiest do it for me…”

“We’re supposed to be on lookout duty…” Shea smirked up at them.

“Oh, I know,” Sasha replied. “This is incredibly negligent.”

“Exactly. And if you think you can get out of trouble by buttering me up with flattery and - oh!” Shea dug her nails into Sasha’s shoulders, the pressure of their hips holding her down, feathery light touches sending shivers down her spine.

“Not working, huh?” Sasha asked, lips brushing against her pulse point. “What a shame…”

“Not in the slightest,” Shea panted hoarsely, shutting her eyes, arching upward. “But keep going, I could maybe…come around…”

***

Bianca assessed the slim harvest they’d reaped from the garden that morning, sighing as she carefully removed the heads from the carrots, glancing over at Adore by the campfire.

“Just so you know, you totally saved us today. We don’t have much else to eat, unfortunately. I know you’re not super excited that Courtney’s making you share, but we’re all gonna be very fucking grateful, so…thanks.”

Adore shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Eh, I can catch another one. It was more the principle of sharing that I was opposed to.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Courtney was being so…like…I dunno. Weak.”

Bianca laughed. “She did immediately surrender. Not much of a soldier.”

“You’d be surprised, actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“We’ve had a few stand-offs. She doesn’t love to kill, but she can do it.” Adore poked the turkey, watching the sparks arc into the air.

“Good to know.”

After a few moments of silence, Adore cleared her throat. “Um…so…”

“Yes?”

She took a deep breath, looking up at Bianca. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but…what was that camp really like? I assume the orgy comment was bullshit.”

“Uh, yeah. Well. It was kind of like…2 parts prison, 3 parts basic training, with a healthy portion of experimental mental hospital. Pretty hellish, basically. But we got off easy. The boys had it a lot worse, from what we’ve heard.”

“How old were you?” Adore asked.

“Eighteen.”

“I’m so sorry.” Adore shook her head.

Bianca shrugged, expression still nonchalant. “Yeah, well. It is what it is. I take it you guys slipped under the radar?”

“Not Courtney. She got taken in for questioning. Unlawful internet activity. But apparently there’s a loophole in the system where if you blow the guy doing your assessment, they deem you straight enough to pass inspection.”

Bianca laughed. “I did not know about that loophole. I still would have failed but…”

“Yeah, me too,” Adore smirked. “But yeah, I wasn’t even out yet, at the time. I mean I knew, I guess…but I was too scared to say anything. The only person I told was Courtney. And she told me to keep my mouth shut.”

“Smart.”

“It’s so weird, though. I have an aunt who’s gay. Was, gay. And I remember going to her wedding. I must have been like 11 years old. And it was like…this great day. Everyone was so happy. And then by the time I was 14, I was recognizing what these feelings were, and everyone is talking about a threat to public safety, and conversion therapy, and I was just like…what happened?”

“It was never about gay people,” Bianca said. “It was about control. They could divide and conquer with this shit. LGBT, Muslim, Black, Brown…that was the first wave. Then it was Asian, Native American, Welfare recipients, socialists, atheists, the elderly, disabled, Jews, feminists, Catholics, the last thing I heard was “deviant Christians” for people that were like, Episcopalians and Methodists… They did it so fast and to so many groups, that it effectively killed the resistance before it started. So now they have their country back. And from what I’ve heard, they’re even worse off there than we are here.”

Adore laughed. “I mean of course. A police state of only straight white evangelical Christians? Sounds fucking horrible.”

“I heard that there’s a place in Texas where you can get over the border. But that may just be a rumor.”

“We heard that too! That where we’re heading. It’s supposed to be in Big Bend National Park. The problem is, once you get past Louisiana, there’s like a thousand miles of wasteland to cross. So…I dunno. Courtney’s all gung ho about it but…”

“It’s a long shot.”

“Yeah.”

Bianca gazed at her for a few moments, a little sad to see such a defeated look in those beautiful eyes. “Well, you know. Long shot doesn’t mean impossible. Dare to dream, little one.”

Adore chuckled. “Little one? I’m not that much younger than you, you know.”

Bianca grinned, dimples deep in her cheeks. “I know. But a few years can be a lot. I mean when I came out, Obama was still president.”

“Wow. You are old. Tell me more about the before times, grandma.”

“Shut up.”

“No, seriously, did you ride a horse and buggy to the gay bars, back in the olden times?” Adore smirked at her.

“Actually, the gay bars all got shut down by the time I was 17, you little shithead.”

“Well…when I was 17, I was living in a bomb shelter with my aunt, uncle, and a cousin who wouldn’t stop humping my leg.”

“Boo freaking hoo!” Bianca barked. “At least your cousin is hot!”

“How come nobody here thinks that incest is a problem?!” Adore laughed.

“Welcome to the South,” Bianca said, shrugging. “That smells fucking delicious, by the way. I think we should just eat the whole thing ourselves, like lay into it caveman style; fuck everyone else.”

“Party.” Adore’s eyes glittered conspiratorially, locked with Bianca’s.

“B! Are you with Adore?!” Willam’s voice cut through the quiet woods, waking Bianca out of her daze, running through a crop of trees, up to the campfire.

“Yeah, what do you-”

“It’s Courtney, she’s kind of…uh…freaking out…” Willam shifted, eyes darting around, unsure of herself. She looked both scared and a little guilty.

“Where is she?!” Adore asked, jumping up and following Willam back through the woods, Bianca at her heels. They found Courtney by the creek, curled up on the ground, her head on her knees.

She looked up at Adore, face streaked with tears, choking out, “I-I’m s-sorry, I…”

Adore knelt down, putting her hands gently on her cousin’s cheeks, brushing away her tears. “Baby, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. Do you feel my hands?” Courtney nodded. “Good, that’s good. Now try to-”

Bianca came up behind her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“She’s having a panic attack, back off,” Adore said.

“I will not. And that’s not how you deal with a panic attack in the woods.”

“Oh yeah? You have a better method?”

“Sure do!” Bianca replied, stepping closer.

Adore looked at Courtney, who was attempting another breath, gasping, and then back at Bianca. She nodded, crawling backwards to allow Bianca to look into Courtney’s eyes.

After a beat, Bianca grabbed Courtney by the shoulders and lifted her up, practically flinging her small body against a tree. Adore’s mouth opened in shock, and she lunged forward, but Willam held her back.

“Listen up, princess,” Bianca growled in Courtney’s face. “There’s a camp 30 miles south of here. A bunch of greasy, nasty motherfuckers. You know how much shit they’d trade for a hot piece of ass like you? And if you can’t fight, if you’re gonna crack under pressure like this, for whatever reason, and I don’t really give a shit what your reason is…well then all the nice cute memories of my purple shoelaces are sure as fuck not gonna save you. You follow me?”

Courtney nodded slowly.

“Good. Great. So I’m gonna let go, and you’re gonna take a few deep breaths, and then you’re gonna remember that while you’re here, you are a fucking soldier. And if you can’t be a soldier, then you’re a commodity. It’s that goddamn simple.” Bianca let go and Courtney gulped a few breaths. “There you go.”

Courtney wiped her eyes, then looked at Bianca again, saying simply. “Thanks.”

Adore wrenched her arms out of Willam’s grasp, finally free to go hug her cousin. “Are you okay, babe?”

Courtney shook her off lightly, aware that this moment was still a test. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She looked at Willam, who was hovering nearby uncertainly. “I should get something to drink. And a belt. Can we…?”

Willam smiled, relieved, and held out her hand. “Come on.”

Adore watched them walk towards the water in one direction, while Bianca turned and walked in the other, back to the campfire to check on the turkey. She waited a few moments and then stormed after the older girl.

“What the fuck was that?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“You acted like it was her fault! Like she had a fucking choice about it! Newsflash, she doesn’t!”

“She forgot where she was.”

“So fucking what?!” This girl really was the worst. What a bitch. Adore glared at her, arms crossed, eyes blazing with anger.

Bianca tried to ignore her, messing with the campfire, but something about her expression made her deeply uncomfortable. “I didn’t…it’s not like I was going to follow through on the threat. She just…she can’t forget where we are. It’s not like it was before. It’s not safe here, to…to be in that head space, where you can just freak out with no consequences. If that happens during an ambush, she’d be dead. We need to remember that everything here is life or death. We can’t…we can’t get all cozy and start letting our feelings get in the way of survival. Or we’re all fucked.” Bianca swallowed, realized that she was rambling, and grew self-conscious. Those eyes, still staring at her, piercing her soul. “Whatever, it’s not like I have to justify myself to you,” she finished, looking away.

Adore swallowed. Because suddenly Bianca didn’t seem all that mean or powerful or scary. She just seemed like a girl. Afraid. Lost. Doing her best. Adore slowly walked forward, stood close enough to Bianca to realize, for the first time, that she was taller than the older girl. She continued to stare down at her for a few heated moments, until Bianca looked back up, eyes so dark they were nearly black meeting hers. Heart racing, Adore took a finger and tilted Bianca’s chin forward, meeting her lips in a soft, tentative kiss.

Bianca responded just as tentatively, hands wrapping loosely around Adore’s waist, lips pressing against hers, trying not to scare her off by moaning when the brunette’s hands tugged at her hair, then drifted down to wander over her body.

Feeling slightly bolder now, Bianca pulled her closer, tongue massaging hers softly as Adore’s hands groped for her tits. She slid her fingers lower, cupping her round ass, as Adore let out a breathy whimper, then quickly pulled away, catching her breath. “Um. We should…finish cooking.”

“Alright.”

Adore bit her lip, suppressing a smile. She looked up at Bianca again, a little chagrined, clearing her throat. “Well, the good news is, I’m now confirmed gay.”

Bianca chuckled. “Congratulations. And the bad news?”

“Who said there was bad news?”

***

“Feeling better?” Willam asked, tucking a strand of hair behind Courtney’s ear, fingers lingering gently on her cheek.

“Much. Thanks.” Courtney sighed. “Sorry for all that. I don’t know why I…it wasn’t about you. I mean not…you know.”

“I know.”

“Having a baby would be the worst thing. I mean we remember what it was like before, when things were good. Or at least…better. Freedom and choices and-and libraries. I mean remember dancing? Remember Taco Trucks? Remember Netflix, and like, Olympic figure skating?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“So, I can’t. Have a baby. Because I can’t look at a baby every day knowing that their future is this fucking shit. It would break my heart.”

“You’re not as dumb as you look,” Willam said, studying Courtney’s pretty face.

“Yeah…” Courtney agreed, sighing slightly. “Sometimes I wish I was, though. It would make all of this…a lot easier.”

A dry laugh escaped Willam’s throat. “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth…” She reached over, gently linked her pinky with Courtney’s.

“I really am sorry-” Courtney started again.

Willam cut her off. “Shut up, okay? Just…shut up. We’re good.”

Courtney nodded, moving closer to Willam on the boulder, pressing their arms together. “Good.”

***

Courtney strolled over to the campfire, putting her arms around Adore from behind, face pressed to her back. “Hey, bunny.”

Adore turned around and hugged her fiercely. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Adore buried her face in Courtney’s hair, holding her tight, then whispered in her ear, “You were right, by the way.”

“About what?” Courtney murmured back.

Looking around to make sure no one was in earshot, Adore giggled and said, “Her tits. They are amazing.”

Courtney pulled back to look at Adore’s face, her mouth open in delight. “You slut!” She clapped her hands and dissolved into giggles, throwing her arms around Adore’s waist. “I’m so proud…”

Adore laughed. “Shut up…”

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Primary Care (a.k.a the Poundcake ficlet collection) 10/13 [Katya/Alaska] - Spoky

A/N: The obligatory filler chapter has arrived. Fillers are written for fluff, smut, drama and usually contain very little actual plot development. Exactly like this one. [Ok, there is SOME plot development. Some crucial plot development, because otherwise Ch11 will fall flat.] I’m blaming the song, it’s a filler song, so you get a filler chapter. Without Apatheticskeleton this chapter would have 34 typos, 15 missing commas, 2 unfinished sentences, 5 wrong pronouns and Brian written as Brain. xx

Beta’s note: Hi guys, Apatheticskeleton here! Just wanted to sincerely apologize for being so late with this, it’s totally my fault, my life is totally nuts right now! Spoky is a wonderful author and is so amazingly understanding, so be sure to send lots and lots of love her way!!! ((She was paid to say these things.))

Primary care (a.k.a. the Poundcake ficlet collection)

Chapter 10/13 - ‘Let’s Do Drag’

Put some makeup on my face, face Come on over to my place, place We done mashed, cooked, and baked, baked Shake and go, cut the lace, lace

Loud and trashy. Those were the words Brian would’ve used to describe the scene in front of him, had anyone happened to ask. ‘And it’s between ROLASKATOX!!’

‘Detox! Give it girl!!’

‘Hey! That’s not fair! She’ can’t just push like that!’

‘She already did, honey.’

‘Alaska is out! OUT! Lasky you’re out! Get out!!!’

‘ROTOX! ROTOX! ROTOX!’

‘Ouch! That must’ve hurt.’

‘Roxxxy! COME THROUGH!!’

‘Detox’s wavering again…’

‘Nonononono!!! NOOO!’

‘Roxxxy is out! OUT! OUT!’

‘And the winner is D to the E to the T to the O to the HOLD IT!’

‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’

‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ ‘X!’ Brian shook his head and laughed. It was amazing to watch. A group of drag queens and their friends in his currently way too small apartment. All on different levels of intoxication and drag. Detox was the only one in full makeup and heels, but it was her birthday, so maybe the others had toned their own appearances down in respect for the Queen of Neon. She was jumping up and down on the twister mat as the winner of the game. Jinkx was reaching to place a pink crown on her head, which Brian knew for a fact Jinkx has stolen from Trixie just a couple of minutes go. Sharon leaned to the wall next to Brian and glanced at him, amused. ‘Don’t you feel underdressed for the occasion?’ Brian chuckled and took a sip of the Becks Blue he was holding for Alaska, and had been holding for the past 30 minutes. It was amazing really how he always ended up holding drinks for the 49th state. ‘Too busy organising everything,’ Brian explained his attire, or the lack of it for that matter. ‘Or just too lazy to try,’ Willam drawled in his shirt and bowtie.

Roy nodded in agreement, but Courtney shook her head in disapproval: ‘It’s her birthday, you could’ve at least done your hair. Or shaved.’ Roy laughed: ‘He tried, it’s just not always-’ ‘- as easy as it looks,’ Tatianna continued and threw her hand over Courtney’s shoulders before continuing: ‘Also, I don’t mind him as a boy, much.’ Brian flipped her the finger. Courtney snickered. ‘Why is this party here, anyway?’ Courtney asked and the entire group fell silent. Because everyone knew, but no one was supposed to know and so everyone politely pretended they didn’t know. Collective denial. Courtney apparently had not been updated on the story. Brian sighed. ‘Because Alaska’s apartment is smaller and she and Roxxxy wanted to keep it as a surprise,’ Brian said and glanced back at Rolaskatox, who had been inseparable all evening. ‘That does not explain why here though, they could’ve rented a place,’ Courtney continued. ‘Alaska asked, and I agreed,’ Brian said and for him it had been that simple. A proper house-party, like the old times when not everyone had money for the entrance fee of a club; the days before RuPaul. That was the atmosphere Roxxxy and Alaska had wanted to create and Brian had to admit that thanks to the crowded, too hot, increasingly smelly apartment, that was exactly what they had been given. ‘First she uses your toothbrush, then your dress, then your apartment and before you know it, you’re tied around her little finger so tight your back aches,’ Sharon cackled. ‘It’s a blessing I’m very flexible,’ Brian noted and everyone in the group laughed, except for Courtney. ‘What?’ she glanced at Brian, then at Sharon, then at Alaska and the group could see the realisation hit her. ‘Oh my god! I thought I had seen that horrible dress she’s wearing somewhere!’ she exclaimed and pointed at the atrocity on Alaska: ‘And now I know where! Season seven!’ Tatianna laughed: ‘Yeah girl, ugliest dress runway. I wish I had been there, I have some really good stuff for that.’ ‘But, but,’ Courtney stammered. ‘Why didn’t anyone tell me?’ ‘Because everyone thought you knew,’ Roy sniggered. ‘Everybody knows!’ Courtney was looking around in the group, and everyone kept nodding.

‘Well, wow,’ she sighed. ‘Condragulations?’ she then added to Brian, who nodded awkwardly in recognition. He never had any idea how to react when people congratulated him for getting a boyfriend. It was weird. However, his awkwardness was soon replaced with amusement as Courtney glanced at Sharon, who was standing next to Brian, and blushed.

‘I, I didn’t mean…’ Cortney stammered, looked at Roy for help, who tried really hard not to laugh and then at Willam, who clearly indicated that she wasn’t getting any help from him either. ‘Don’t sweat it girl, we had it out at the back,’ Sharon grinned and wrapped her arm around Brian’s shoulders, who laughed and shook his head in amusement. Brian couldn’t imagine himself into a fistfight with Sharon. ‘Really? Who won?’ Tatianna asked before her brain caught up with her mouth. Roy burst out laughing. Brian looked up to Sharon, who met his gaze. They turned to Tatianna and said simultaneously: ‘I did.’ Everyone sniggered. ‘What’s funny?’ Alaska drawled behind them and Roy couldn’t help himself: ‘That you’ve picked a Russian hooker over the Devil herself.’ Alaska didn’t even flinch. Instead she lowered her gaze down to her nails, as if bored by Roy. ‘Some see trash, I see…’ she glanced at Brian, before continuing: ‘Potential,’ she drawled and then smiled at Roy, who burst out a laugh. ‘Potential garbage,’ Ginger commented behind them. ‘Now is this a birthday party or what? Where is the cake?’ ‘Oh, right! It’s in the fridge, give me a second,’ Brian realised. He walked through the group to Alaska, grabbed her hand and pulled her with him. ‘You’re coming with me.’ The group stared after them, and Willam was the first to break the silence: ‘You think they’re going to fuck in the kitchen?’ ‘Yes,’ Sharon and Ginger agreed in unison. ** Brian pulled Alaska into the kitchen and couldn’t keep his hands off of her any longer. ‘You’re such a fucking tease,’ he accused and pushed the tall queen against the kitchen counter. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about,’ Alaska drawled and enjoyed the kisses and small bites Brian was pressing onto her neck and collarbone. ‘No? Then let me elaborate,’ Brian said and ran his hands over Alaska’s sides.

‘For the past hour or so, you’ve been playing Twister. Which, on it’s own, is an incredibly innocent activity,’ Brian continued and licked Alaska once, from her collarbone up to her neck, tracing her jaw. ‘Then I noticed that somehow, Alaska, your ass is always up, pointed at my general direction. And this dress you’re wearing…’ Brian paused and massaged Alaska’s chest while continuing: ‘A dress which you by the way have no permission to wear – is way too short on you to hide anything relevant when you bend down.’

Brian grabbed Alaska’s crotch and squeezed. Alaska groaned in pleasure, closing her eyes.

‘So, I can only conclude from this, that either you are in need of proper spanking for acting like an oblivious whore,’ Brian murmured into her ear while massaging her ass, as if trying to decide where to land the first hit. ‘Or, alternatively, you have deliberately been teasing me, making me hard in front of our friends,’ he whispered and bit her neck while pushing his crotch firmly against her. Making sure she could feel the hardness of his cock against her thigh.

‘Now, which one is it? And don’t lie to me,’ Brian asked, holding Alaska firmly against the counter. Alaska pressed her lips together briefly before mumbling: ‘The second.’ ‘I couldn’t quite catch that?’ Brian insisted, even if he had made out Alaska’s reply well enough. ‘The second,’ Alaska grinned and bit her lower lip. ‘Thought so,’ Brian noted, grabbed Alaska’s waist and turned her around roughly, pushing her front against the counter. ‘And I bet I’m not wrong about this one either…’ Brian started as he lifted the dress hem above Alaska’s ass and stuffed his hand into Alaska’s tights and panties. ‘No, I’m not wrong,’ Brian concluded as he could feel that Alaska had prepared herself fully. She was lubed and inside her she held the tiny purple butt plug Brian had once used on himself.

‘So what is the fantasy here, that I would just fuck you in the kitchen when our friends party in the living room?’ Brian asked, half amused, half annoyed. He was hard and this bitch was making it incredibly difficult to calm himself down. Alaska nodded enthusiastically. ‘I don’t think so,’ Brian snorted, removed the purple toy and threw it at the counter. Alaska groaned disappointedly. ‘Unfortunately for you, I’m not in the mood of demonstrating first hand to over 30 people how fucking twisted you are,’ Brian snorted. ‘Because if you’re thinking that we wouldn’t get caught, you’re more delusional than I give you credit for. However,’ Brian continued and a small flame of hope lit in Alaska. ‘As you’re basically begging for it, you can carry this one around the rest of the evening.’ Alaska couldn’t see what Brian was doing, but could feel him inserting something approximately similar size as the butt plug into her. However, unlike the purple toy, this thing didn’t leave the uncomfortable feeling between her buttocks and the item seemed to have some kind of a string attached to it. Brian lifted her panties back up, placed something cold and round against her lower back and then pulled also the tights up. ‘That’s the battery, be careful not to break it,’ he informed her. Battery? Brian pulled the yellow dress down, kissed Alaska’s neck gently and then showed her the small black remote he was holding. ‘Do you know what this is?’ he asked. Alaska shook her head. Brian pushed the button and Alaska could feel the tiniest of vibrations inside of her. She turned to Brian in surprise. Brian chuckled as he could see the happiness on her eyes. Insatiable slut. He tiptoed up to kiss her. ‘It was really expensive too, it has multiple speeds on it,’ Brian smirked and pressed the button again. Alaska gasped loudly. The feeling was completely new. She had never felt anything like it, it was exhilarating but also little bit uncomfortable. ‘Now, why don’t you go change like you promised, and I’ll keep this,’ Brian said and slipped the controller into his pocket, turning the vibrator off. Brian didn’t wait for a reply and turned away from Alaska, only to be faced with Trixie who stood at the kitchen door. ‘Oh, hi! How long have you been there?’ Brian greeted her with a smile, grabbed the butt plug from the counter, threw it into the closest drawer and pretended it had never existed. ‘Long enough to know that you two fucking weirdos deserve each other,’ she said dryly, and shook her upper body as if she had just tasted something disgusting. Alaska laughed loudly and walked up to her, she placed her hands carefully onto her shoulders and carefully not touching her hair or makeup gave her air kisses on either cheek as a greeting. ‘Always so stunning, Trixie,’ she said, gave her an innocent smile and walked off. Trixie watched, amused as the Queen of Snakes walked back to the party. ‘How do you even – you know what, I don’t want to know,’ Trixie started, but decided halfway through that some things she just very much needed not to know. ‘I came to see whether you needed help,’ Trixie explained her presence in the kitchen. ‘Oh no, I can handle her. She’s very well behaved for her age, housebroken, doesn’t chew on things,’ Brian said while washing his hands. ‘With the cake, not with the Bitch,’ Trixie laughed at the inside joke.

Ever since Brian had started dating Justin, Trixie had refused to call the 49th state anything else except ‘the Bitch’. Not around her, of course, that would’ve not been lady like. Brian had asked her to stop, multiple times, but Trixie was somehow convinced that Alaska needed to have what she referred as ‘a probationary period’, and if Alaska was to pass, then Trixie was willing to forget what had been going on previously. Brian thought she was being overly dramatic, to which Trixie had exclaimed: ‘Bitch, do you even know me?!’ It was all jokes and fun after that and Brian could feel her warming up to the snake. Who wouldn’t? ‘Are you going to do the, I don’t know what to call it, thing?’ ‘Yeah, that’s the plan,’ Brian nodded. They had talked about it for weeks with Justin, how to handle the situation and to make some kind of a statement, to ask people for their co-operation seemed like the easiest and most reasonable course of action. ‘While she’s dressed up like that?’ Trixie joked. Alaska’s outfit did not seem to fit with what Brian and Justin had planned. ‘She has promised to change,’ Brian said and glanced at Trixie. ‘And you believe her?’ Trixie asked and Brian shook his head slightly, amused. Would Trixie ever let go? He raised his eyebrow at her. Trixie lifted her hands in surrender: ‘I know. I know, no Lasky-bashing. I’m over it.’ Brian sighed. He wasn’t entirely sure what would be required for Trixie to be convinced that Justin was not using him, that Justin was actually the one making more compromises for Brian and making sure that there wouldn’t be any extra pressure on the relationship. ‘She did apologise and she has been nothing but amazing since. You’re being a little unfair again,’ Brian said. ‘I know. I’m sorry, ok?’ Trixie huffed. Then she took a deep breath and continued: ‘The dress looks better on her than it ever did on you.’ The peace offering was thin, but it was there. Brian took it. ** Alaska placed the blond wig back on the shelf and reached for the makeup remover. She didn’t have a lot on tonight, just enough to make an impression and have fun. Which had, however, been enough for Brian to critique that she had promised. And truthfully, she had. Alaska could remember the conversation, and how Brian had carefully tiptoed around her before requesting her to be Justin for the night, asking him to be the man Brian wanted on his side. Alaska had agreed to the request, not only to please, but also because it made a lot of sense; to draw boundaries.

She wiped her face to the towel and moisturised. She undressed Katya’s dress and tights, but left the panties on, smiling. The mere possibility of Brian being able to use the controller made him excited. Pulling on a pair of black jeans he eyed the the T-shirt he had chosen to wear for tonight; one of the pink Trixie Mattel shirts Brian had had in his closet. The situation with Trixie was complicated. They were friends, but at the same time the Barbie had made it clear that Brian was one of her best friends and were Justin to screw him over, it was Mattel he would have to deal with it. Justin wasn’t entirely sure what that would entail, but he also had no plans of ever finding out – which was why he was now changing. It was up to Justin to prove, that he could be the man that Brian deserved, not only the other way around.

Justin sighed, fixed his hair and wore his glasses instead of the contacts he usually preferred. He was going to go out as himself, completely. If they really wanted to draw a clear line between public and private, Justin wanted to do it properly. All or nothing, and somehow the tiny details seemed to matter. If this was supposed to be about them, then Alaska really had to give space for Justin. In all of its complexities it made sense, but left Justin feeling little hollow. Brian wanted to appear as a couple among their friends, and Justin understood that, but Alaska was part of him and leaving her out felt… It felt uncomfortable. The decision, however, really seemed like the clearest and easiest way to avoid past mistakes, to do it differently, to draw a line. Justin ran a hand through his hair, slightly frustrated. Alaska was a big part of him and to stand completely without her made him feel naked. What he had shared with Sharon, Aaron, both, it had been a mix of them. Mix of everything, and in a way it had destroyed them. Now Brian wanted to draw a line that would not be crossed, and it made sense. Katya would never flirt with Alaska, never have a private show with Alaska, never appear on a stage with just Alaska, and never do a youtube series, a talk-show or a photoshoot with just Alaska. Brian drew the line at vague snapchat videos and instagram shots, anything that would keep the fans happy, but their private life private. The Russian hooker fucked anything and everything except for aliens. Those were the rules and Justin knew they made sense. It would be Justin and Brian, not Thunderfuck and Zamolodchikova, and maybe, just maybe, they could actually make it. Justin checked himself at the mirror once more. He felt so much more insecure as Justin than Alaska, and he had no idea how their friends would react. He knew that everyone already more or less knew about the relationship, at least on the level of a concept, but only Sharon and Trixie, and now of course Roxxxy and Detox, actually knew how serious they were. For everyone else it most probably seemed like they were just fucking. Justin sighed, better to just get it over with. He stepped back to the living room and was immediately faced with a surprised Jinkx. ‘Oh, Lasky, you changed?’ she purred, slightly tipsy. Justin chuckled and scratched his head. ‘Yeah.’ He didn’t really know how to explain himself. Jinkx detected the awkwardness and did something completely unexpected. She took a step to Justin and hugged him tightly. ‘I’m so happy for you,’ she muttered before releasing him: ‘And so jealous, bitch, he’s a keeper!’

Justin grinned awkwardly. ‘Thanks?’ Jinkx winked at him as he continued towards the kitchen and tried his best to avoid everyone in the crowded room. He spotted Brian sharing a conversation with Ginger and Adore near the hall and made his way to the group. He could make this a problem, or he could enjoy the fact that soon the entire room would know that he was in a magnificent relationship with the kindest, smartest and quite possibly the kinkiest man in the room. According to his personal unbiased opinion, of course. He was fucking lucky, and there was no reason to feel insecure. He walked behind Brian, wrapped his long arms around his shoulders and squeezed Brian’s back against his chest. ‘Hieee,’ he greeted the shorter man, who had startled at the sudden cuddles. Brian turned to look behind his shoulder and smiled widely. He then turned to look at Justin properly and looked slightly baffled. ‘Hi,’ Brian however greeted brightly, but kept eyeing Justin as if not really knowing what to make of him. Justin shifted on his feet. What was wrong? ‘Helloo, we still exist!’ Ginger distracted them with her fan. ‘The world hasn’t suddenly stopped turning.’ ‘Aww, look at them Minj, I think they’re in love,’ Adore noted and half hugged Ginger. ‘I know. How utterly disgusting,’ Ginger rolled her eyes. ‘You ready for cake then?’ Brian asked, and his tone was a little off. Justin had a feeling he had done something wrong, but what? He’d done everything exactly like Brian had asked. How they had agreed. ‘As ready as I’ll ever be,’ Justin nodded, confused.

‘Well I know I am!’ Ginger noted. ‘You remind me of Kim Chi,’ Brian laughed: ‘It’s all about food.’ Brian excused himself and Justin to the kitchen, claiming to Ginger and Adore that they had everything under control and had all the extra hands they needed. He had then grabbed Justin’s hand and led him to the kitchen through the crowds. After they arrived Brian turned to look at Justin properly, concerned. ‘What?’ Justin asked, little annoyed. ‘You’re wearing your glasses,’ Brian said and Justin couldn’t read the tone at all. ‘Yes? So what?’ he asked, little defensively. He was getting frustrated. What did Brian want, what was wrong? ‘I asked you to leave her on the background, not try to get rid of her existence,’ Brian said then and Justin frowned. ‘What?’ Justin repeated. He wasn’t following Brian’s thoughts at all. Why was the man talking in riddles? ‘I said I’d like you to be you tonight, not that you have to get rid of every evidence of Alaska’s existence,’ Brian said, frustrated. ‘I said I wanted to be seen with you. You! And she’s part of the package. And this, this,’ Brian was pointing at Justin’s outfit. The black jeans, the Trixie shirt, the glasses, the black socks… The plainness of the look screamed fake and Brian hated it. It wasn’t Justin, not really, it was a display. Justin worried his lip and didn’t know what to do next. He knew he had screwed it up, but wasn’t entirely sure what Brian was saying or actually wanted. Then he felt Brian’s hands on his cheeks and closed his eyes just in time for the kiss. ‘I want you to be comfortable, and you’re tense as a Hitchcock movie,’ Brian whispered against his lips between kisses. Justin chuckled. It wasn’t quite that bad in his opinion. ‘But, I thought you wanted to draw boundaries?’ ‘I do! But that doesn’t mean that I’m trying to cut parts of your fucking personality out!’ Brian cried. Justin was confused. ‘So you’re saying you want me, and her? But not really her?’ ‘Yes,’ Brian started, but then shook his head: ‘No! I mean… I want you, as you, and she’s part of you… I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying. But you look miserable! Look at you, you look like someone just told you RuPaul’s Drag Race was cancelled!’ Justin’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he laughed. ‘I do not!’ he insisted, and through the amusement pushed Brian against the fridge, trapped him between his long arms and proceeded to kiss him senseless. ‘I think you guys have misunderstood the the concept of a kitchen.’ Justin smirked against Brian’s lips. Of course it was Trixie, it was always Trixie. ‘But I guess I should consider myself lucky, you both still have clothes on,’ Trixie continued and walked next to them. She looked at Justin’s T-shirt, snorted and smiled: ‘Nice t-shirt, I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.’ ‘See, Trixie likes it,’ Justin told Brian, who huffed in annoyance. ‘What’s the problem?’ Trixie asked, looking at Brian, who was frowning. ‘Brian thinks my outfit is… What, too Justin? Not Alaska enough?’ Trixie glanced at Brian.

‘Look at him! He looks so uncomfortable!’ Brian exclaimed. Trixie had to agree. Justin looked slightly uncomfortable, but when did he not, out of drag? Trixie worried her lower lip for a second and then made a decision. Brian was her best friend after all, and she really wanted to be friends with Justin. Good friends. And the man was clearly trying. She sighed and took off the big plastic ‘Barbie’-necklace she happened to have on and clicked it around Justin’s neck. ‘Here. You’re a Heather now, so cheer the fuck up,’ she snorted and then smiled at Justin, who was fiddling the necklace. Justin knew what the gesture meant, and he appreciated the sarcasm. ‘Party,’ he commented and burst out to laughter with Trixie. Brian rolled his eyes at them. ‘Sometimes, I don’t get either of you,’ Brian noted and shook his head, amused.

The trio proceeded to prepare the cake for Detox with dozens of candles. Justin went to grab Roxxxy from the living room and together the quartet had enough hands to carry the cake, a pile of paper plates, plastic spoons and a knife into the living room. Roxxxy shut the lights and called out Adore, who had been briefed to start the song. It was Adore’s voice alone that carried the first few notes of ‘Happy Birthday To You’, before others joined her as Justin and Roxxxy carried the cake to the table next to Detox. The Queen of Neon was glowing of happiness and grabbed Roxxxy into a tight hug before reaching also for Justin. ‘I know that Visage hated it, but I don’t know what I would do without Rolaskatox.’

‘Meth could be a decent substitute,’ Brian whispered to Trixie, who covered her mouth to prevent the laugh. ‘It means so much to me that you sluts went through all the trouble,’ Detox continued and squeezed the other two queens closer to her before turning to the other guests.

‘I also want to thank everyone for coming, this really has been amazing and none of it would’ve happened without these two cunts,’ she said loudly and once again squeezed Justin and Roxxxy. ‘Oh, I almost forgot, maybe I should thank Katya as well? Get your ass here, whore.’ Brian stepped out of the shadows and took the two required steps to reach the group. He stood next to Justin and grinned to Detox. ‘Applaud our generous host!’ Detox exclaimed. The crowd followed the instructions.

‘Thank you, thank you!’ Brian bowed and continued: ‘You are all invited to donate to the homeless hooker charity fund, just drop some cash or semen into anything that resembles a bucket. We don’t do credit cards or Paypal, and will find the donations during the following weeks thanks to the stench.’

People laughed, some shook their heads and Brian glanced at Detox. They had agreed earlier, that Brian and Justin could highjack her birthday briefly, to make a small announcement. She smiled and nodded to Brian - the universal sign to go ahead. ‘I have to admit I had some vested interest to host the party,’ he then continued and smirked to the crowd, that paid attention in varying degrees. ‘As many of you already know, I’ve developed a growing interest towards ophiology and hav-’

‘What’s that?’ Willam yelled from the crowd. ‘Scientific study of snakes,’ Roy answered, smirking. ‘- yes, thank you, Roy. So, I’ve advanced to an actual specimen study an-’

‘So it’s true, you’re fucking Alaska?’ Brian could hear Violet’s voice from the crowd. The room went quiet, anticipating the answer. ‘Well, technically, I’m fucking Justin.’

‘The difference being?’ Violet challenged. Brian wondered whether he had imagined it or if others could also hear the slight undertone of hostility. He glanced at Justin who shrugged. ‘The difference being that my dick gets these very painful purple rashes from other species, so I’m not doing that anymore,’ Brian joked, he didn’t know what else to say. He pulled Justin to his side and wrapped an arm around the small waist, while the taller queen placed his own arm on Brian’s shoulders, as Brian continued: ‘We’re telling you this because we’re trying really hard to avoid producing a second edition for the Needles/Thunderfuck-fuck-up, no offence Sharon, -’ ‘None taken,’ Sharon called from the crowd. Brian smiled at her and continued: ‘So, we’re trying to differentiate between private and public. And as we consider all of you our friends, family, we thought we could make a request. We are not asking anyone to lie for us or pretend for us, but we are asking that you could respect our privacy and not drag it into the shows or stages intentionally.’

Brian eyed the crowd and saw many understanding expressions, some people were nodding in agreement. Adore was staring at them, tears in her eyes, she really was emotional about relationships.

‘Wait! Does this mean I can’t read you to filth about your height difference or your obvious lack of common sense?’ Roy called and took a step forward. ‘Well, we’d appreciate if you didn’t, publicly,’ Justin laughed in response. ‘How about in relation to Katya’s disturbing tendency to fuck only the biggest brats of Drag Race herstory?’ Roy challenged and the crowd laughed. It was no secret among the queens that Brian and Violet shared history as well as Brian and Alaska. Brian and Justin shook their heads to indicate that Roy was not allowed to say that either.

‘Then how about Alaska’s clear fascination, not only with trash, but with absolute fucking garbage, huh, am I allowed to say that?’ Brian burst into wheezing laughter and before Justin had a chance to comment, Roy continued: ‘And trust me, it will be a Needles/Thunderfuck re-do before you know it – you bitches can’t even coordinate your fucking finances! One does not do paypal, while the other does only paypal, before taxes. How the fuck do you think it’s going to last, what are you, lesbians?!’ Roy cried.

The room filled with laughter. Brian was trying to compose himself and noticed by accident that Violet made her way out of the room, into the balcony.

‘How the fuck am I going to pay my bills if these two cunts deny me all of my material?’ Roy continued to the audience, who kep laughing. When the noise calmed down a bit Brian raised his voice: ‘Well, you could try reading Adore for once.’

Roy smirked and glanced at Adore, who looked beyond offended.

‘Got me there, Zamo, got me there,’ Roy noted and walked to Adore, in order to give her a well deserved reassuring cuddle that nothing bad was going to happen. The laughter in the room grew in volume. Justin took a seat at the table next to the birthday cake and grinned at Brian. It had gone better than expected. After the situation calmed down people made their way to congratulate Detox and get a slice of the birthday cake. Brian left Justin with Rotox and made his way to the balcony. He had a bad feeling about Violet’s reaction. When he arrived Violet was leaning to the balcony rail and looked pissed. Brian swore silently. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but apparently he wasn’t that lucky. He pulled the balcony door closed behind him, before walking next to the younger queen. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lit one, offering it then to Violet. She glared at him but accepted it, only to drop it out of the balcony, to the ground.

Brian huffed, annoyed, and lit himself another: ‘You could just take it on me, instead of abusing the innocents.’ ‘Oh, I am taking it on you,’ Violet snorted, snatched the second cigarette out of Brian’s hand and let it fall after the first one. Brian followed the cigarette to the ground with his gaze and then glanced back up to Violet. He really did have it hard for the spoiled-brat-type, he thought to himself. Well, two could play this game. He took the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and dropped the entire thing over the balcony rail. ‘Happy?’ he then asked Violet, who just snorted and crossed her arms across her chest. ‘You’re being immature,’ Brian started: ‘A characteristic I never previously associated with you.’ ‘Immature? I’m being immature? And what does that make you? Huh? The cheapest fucking crack whore in town!?’

‘Meth,’ Brian corrected automatically. It was important to get the details right, and it wasn’t whoring if you never got paid. He didn’t say that out loud though. ‘Who the fuck cares?’ Violet snapped. ‘Lying piece of shit.’

‘I have never lied to you. Not once,’ Brian said firmly. He hadn’t really thought about how to handle Violet and he was quickly realising that he really should have. He should’ve actually talked to her before hand. She deserved better and Brian knew it. ‘Un-fucking-believable! Do you think I’m stupid!? Do you think she’s not going to find out?! We were fucking just a couple of weeks ago on that fucking table she’s currently sitting on!’ Violet yelled and Brian grimaced. ‘Six, six weeks ago,’ he corrected. ‘And you made it perfectly clear that I’m a B option for you. You come and go whenever you please, mostly when you can’t find anyone else to fuck you,’ he continued calmly but with a raised voice.

It had been six weeks, hadn’t it? It must’ve been, because Justin’s hospital visit had been over a month ago and Brian had gotten a visit from Violet on the preceding night of that episode. She had happened to be in town because of the show. Maybe it was just five weeks ago? Brian wasn’t sure. What he was sure about, was that he had fucked Justin on that evening in the same exact sheets Violet had left behind in the morning. The thought made him slightly nauseous.

On the other hand, how was he supposed to be prepared for something like that? That morning, they had been just friends, him and Justin. Additionally, they had been just fuck buddies, him and Jason. It was just that the 24 hours of that day had changed both relationships. The problem was that he hadn’t actually kept Violet informed about the change. He’d been so caught up with Justin that he had totally forgotten about Violet, and now his own stupidity was catching up on him.

‘So I mean absolutely fucking nothing to you!?’ Violet screamed and Brian flinched. Her voice was exceptionally high. Did Violet mean something to him? Well, she was a nice, easy fuck and extremely beautiful. Other than that, well, they were kind of friends? Brian didn’t think that was the answer Violet was expecting. ‘What do you want me to say?’ Brian asked, frustrated. ‘You appear to my door, uninvited, absolutely gorgeous, basically begging for it! What do you expect me to do in that situation?’ he asked and ran a hand through his hair, ‘Send you packing when you’re so fucking prepared I just have to bend you over the first flat surface and open my fly? I don’t think so!’

Violet slapped Brian across the face with force, causing Brian’s head and shoulders to jerk to the right as he hissed in pain. She clearly had experience as the motion was polished and her aim was spot on, exactly like her aesthetic. ‘Fuck. You,’ she said icily and massaged her palm with her other hand. It was that moment that Roxxxy opened the balcony door and peaked in, apologetically. ‘Um, no one put the music back on yet and the ventilation window is open. So-um… We can basically hear everything,’ she said awkwardly. ‘Thought you should know,’ she added quickly and disappeared, leaving the door little ajar. ‘Shit,’ Brian swore and massaged his cheek. Violet glanced at Brian, spat on him and walked out of the balcony. She stepped into the living room, where everyone were either openly staring at her or trying really hard not to even glance at her general direction in order to be polite. She eyed around the room and then looked at Justin, who was still sitting on a table next to Detox’s birthday cake. ‘You can keep that pile of shit. I’m done,’ Violet snorted at Justin and walked to the sofa. She grabbed her purse from Pearl, who was holding it, and then walked out of the apartment. People moved out of her way as she went. Everyone who knew her well enough could see the small faltering of her step and recognised the bitchy expression as a mask. Fame stood up and hurried after Violet, pulling Pearl with her.

After the trio had gone all eyes turned to Justin, and then to the balcony door, where Brian stood massaging his cheek. The silence was thick.

‘So, I guess it wasn’t just once, huh?’ Justin asked Brian. He really didn’t want to be in the spotlight, but the situation did not allow them an escape into privacy. If they didn’t sort this out right now, right here, the gossip mill would start on full speed. The only damage control Justin could do, was to have the conversation in front of over 30 other queens and their friends. Which was exactly what they had been trying to avoid, the spotlight and the drama. ‘No. No it was not,’ Brian admitted from the door. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he had felt equally conscious that people were openly judging him. He really should’ve talked to Violet beforehand. He looked at Justin, trying desperately to ignore everyone else, but failing. He was painfully aware of their stares. ‘And was it just her, coming to you?’ Justin asked next and Brian shook his head as an answer. Because it was true, there had been times when he had sought her out for an easy fuck.

‘Ok,’ Justin nodded. He knew Brian found Violet attractive, the man had said so himself. The question was whether he was fucking her and Justin at the same time.

‘And have you fucked her after we became an item?’ Justin asked and he swore he could cut the air in the room with scissors. ‘No,’ was Brian’s immediate firm reply. He took a step towards Justin, but was stopped by a pale arm that appeared from his left. Brian glanced down to the hand hovering over his chest and then up to the owner. Sharon. Brian sighed, he was so fucking fed up with Needles. He however halted and looked back at Justin. Justin glanced from Brian to Sharon and then back. The situation could get out of hand very quickly. Sharon was drunk, Brian was not. Sharon was also wearing high heels, whereas Brian stood grounded in sneakers. Sharon had always had an overprotective tendency, but it had only grown after she had found Chad and realised Alaska was struggling to find anyone. Justin thought over whether he believed Brian, and found to his surprise that he actually did. Brian had no reason to lie, and they had gotten together just a couple of weeks ago, so the timing matched. ‘Well, that’s fortunate. Because it means I don’t have to throw a tantrum as I still win on the scale on who acts more self-destructively in relationships – I fucking hate losing,’ Justin drawled and then smirked at Brian, who smiled in relief. Brian pushed Sharon’s hand out of his way and walked to Justin. Without a second thought he pulled the tall man into a hungry kiss as Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s shoulders. There were some catcalls as they kissed. ‘I have, however, developed a sudden dislike for this particular table,’ Justin interrupted the kiss and tapped the surface he was sitting on. ‘It needs to be burned,’ he continued and made the entire room laugh. Brian replied by pulling a lighter from his pocket and smirking at Justin. ‘Not before this party is over! I promise you guys five minutes and you steal the entire motherfucking show!’ Detox exclaimed and wrapped an arm around Justin’s shoulders. ‘Though, I have to admit, with all the drama, I don’t think I could’ve organised it better myself! Now, who wants to play some poker?’

It was almost an hour after Detox had actually asked people to play, when they finally had gotten around doing it. Most people had left the party by then, either to enjoy the entertainments of the city or just gone home after a long day. It was only handful of people and some of their partners, who had made the decision to stay.

‘A pair of queens,’ Detox exclaimed and stood up. ‘Bow the winner! Bow the winner!’ ‘Yeah yeah, of this round bitch,’ Ginger snorted and threw her cards on the table. ‘Next! Roy, deal,’ she continued, clearly annoyed at the loss. Detox cleaned the table of money and accessories. Yes, the total was probably less than forty dollars but that wasn’t the point, the point was that they were having fun. Brian glanced over the table to Justin, who was sitting next to Detox and dangling his head in defeat, he hadn’t won anything on any of the rounds and had even played Trixie’s Barbie necklace, which now decorated Adore’s hair. Brian fiddled the black controller in his pocket and switched on the lowest setting. That should cheer him up. Justin flinched on his seat and his eyes shot immediately to Brian. Brian couldn’t read his expression, but figured the man was happy, as he corrected his position and smiled a little. Brian switched the egg to perform a sequence of different type of vibrations and watched in delight as Justin tried really hard to act normal. Roy dealt another round and they started to play. Based on her expressions Ginger was doing better this time around and Adore was looking at Roy accusingly. ‘You’re not going to get any if you keep treating me like this,’ she threatened and Roy laughed. ‘Watch it, or I might actually consider reading you for some quick cash,’ he shot back. Brian used the exchange to laugh at Justin, pretending that he was laughing at the interaction between Adore and Roy. ‘Lasky, what’s wrong?’ Detox asked suddenly and Brian glanced at the pair sitting next to each other, opposite of him. ‘Hm? Nothing,’ Justin smiled happily to Detox, who wrapped her arm around his shoulders. ‘You sure? You keep shivering. You haven’t eaten nuts or anything,’ Detox asked, slightly concerned. Sharon took one look at Justin and then turned to Brian, who was sitting next to him. ‘You sexting him or something?’ Sharon whispered. Brian was impressed that the Queen of Shadows could still read the snake so well. He shook his head, grinned at Sharon and then faced the group: ‘I call.’ Adore groaned in defeat and Roy laughed: ‘You’re the worst, it’s called POKER-face for a reason.’ ‘You’re obviously doing something. I know that look on Justin,’ Sharon insisted in a low voice, trying to avoid attention. ‘Leave it,’ Brian snapped, not unkindly. ‘What? What’s going on with Justin?’ Roxxxy asked from Sharon’s other side. She had obviously heard some of the conversation. Brian threw Sharon an accusing glare but the Devil just shrugged, indifferently. ‘What do you mean?’ Adore asked Roxxxy, who was looking at Sharon and Brian. ‘Sharon’s accusing Brian of doing something to Lasky,’ Roxxy explained. ‘It’s nothing, let’s play,’ Brian tried to escape the situation. Unfortunately for him, Roy was now also paying attention. ‘Now, that just proves it’s obviously nothing – jealous, Needles?’ Roy asked and was eyeing between Brian and Sharon. Brian could see Justin breathing heavily, trying to control his squirming. Detox was looking at him suspiciously. ‘No,’ Sharon said firmly to Roy. ‘Merely curious what he’s doing to make Justin squirm on his seat like he’s about to come,’ Sharon finished, looked at Brian and tapped his nails to the table, like expecting a prompt answer. All eyes turned to Justin and then to Brian. Justin kept his eyes firmly in the cards he was holding. Detox pulled her arm back, as if electrocuted. Brian was looking at the people, all of whom seemed to wait for his reply. The explanation, however, came from a source that until now had kept silent. ‘Justin has an egg vibrator up his ass and the remote is in Brian’s pocket,’ Trixie said easily and played her cards. ‘I want to raise.’ All eyes turned to Trixie, who smiled sweetly. ‘Thank you, Tracy, for the expedition, next time maybe accompany with a guitar?’ Brian said, but couldn’t keep his tone as serious as he would’ve liked. It was after all the truth and never in his life had he been embarrassed of sex. He was not going to start now. ‘Laskyyy?’ Detox asked, grinning. ‘Is that true?’ she drawled. Justin kept his gaze in the cards, but couldn’t prevent the blush creeping to his cheeks and neck. ‘Oh. My. God,’ Detox laughed, delighted and hugged Justin. ‘You absolute whore!’ ‘I’m kind of disappointed I didn’t come up with that myself,’ Sharon commented and eyed Brian as if trying to see into which pocket the remote was hidden in. ‘Your free pass to fuck Justin has expired,’ Brian laughed, which caused Sharon to throw him a challenging look. Brian answered the stare with a raised eyebrow.

‘Look at that!’ Roy whistled. ‘Tension much?’ ‘They should fuck to release it,’ Willam smirked. Sharon and Brian turned to Willam in shock and then to each other in disgust. ‘No,’ they said simultaneously. Sharon looked nauseated and brought a hand over her mouth, frowning. Brian made an actual retching noise and gesture. ‘Who would top, though?’ Adore asked, delighted about the possibility. Detox shook Justin’s shoulders gently. ‘Laskyyy, who would top, huh?’ The table quieted down, waiting for Justin’s reply. Brian and Sharon turned to look at Justin, expectantly. Sharon pointed at herself and mouthed ‘I would’ to Justin, while Brian crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back at his seat, like dearing Justin to say anyone else’s except his name. Justin looked across the table, between the two men and whispered: ‘Brian.’ Brian’s wheezing laughter filled the room while Sharon stood up and pointed at Justin. ‘He’s obliged to say that! He has a fucking vibrator up his ass! His judgement is totally compromised and there’s a clear conflict of interest!’ Brian reached to hug Sharon’s thighs and hips: ‘Oh, come on, I’d make it so good!’ Sharon was about to shove Brian away, but was interrupted by Willam: ‘Or they could just double team Alaska.’ Sharon froze and Brian’s eyes shot immediately to Justin, who had the nerve to actually look interested. Sharon bowed down to Brian, in slight shock at Justin’s expression, and said quietly: ‘That insatiable sex drive is your fucking problem now, I’m out. Chad, we’re leaving!’ Sharon shook Brian’s hands off of herself and left the shorter man frozen in place as he walked off to find his fiancé. Brian stared at Justin, who tried really hard to look apologetic, but failed miserably. In the back of his mind Brian hoped Justin was more interested in the concept of a threesome rather than Sharon actually being part of the picture. So he said as much. ‘I’m all in for a threeway, but the Devil is out, so are bats, vampires, zombies and dementors,’ Brian smirked and people around the table laughed. Justin’s quick wit did not falter. He glanced mischievously to Trixie on his right and licked his lips. ‘How about Barbie dolls?’ Justin asked and all eyes turned to him as he grabbed the blond next to him and planted a revenge kiss on her cheek, making a mess of her makeup. ‘Don’t touch my hair!’ Trixie protested loudly. ** It was a couple of hours later that Detox was finally leaving with Roxxxy. They were the last ones to go and Justin was escorting them to the door. Brian was cramming paper plates into the bin in the kitchen when he overheard Detox and Justin talking in the hall. ‘I can’t remember when I last saw you this happy,’ Detox slurred and Brian could recognise Justin’s laugh. ‘Yeah,’ Justin replied. ‘Really, Lasky,’ Detox continued: ‘I remember you with Sharon. You were so in love and I thought you would never find that again.’ Brian paused and tiptoed closer to hear the conversation better. ‘You’re drunk,’ Justin snorted, brushing Detox off.

‘I know, isn’t it great?’ Detox laughed. ‘But seriously girl, you deserve this. So, just, don’t fuck it up,’ Detox slurred. ‘She’s not going to fuck it up!’ Roxxxy defended Justin drunkenly. ‘Have you seen her? She might’ve been in love with Sharon, but it’s different this time around, isn’t it?’ Brian held his breath and could hear Justin chuckle. ‘Yeah, it is.’ Brian didn’t know what to make of that.

You say that you want it, say that you need it Say that you want it, that you believe it Say that you love it, say that you bleed it Tell me you’re mine, mine, mine, mine

—————— A/N2: Sorry for the long wait guys! Aren’t you happy to know that Ch.11 has already been submitted and should therefore be in tmr’s queue… ;) ( Because we would not want to leave you with a filler chapter for ages. xx)

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