#i wanna casually decompress after

[aurazoo]

honestly feeling kinda sad this morning. really big and stressful day for me today and I'm just kinda... alone...

[lipstickitty]

I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Three

3.1k+ words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY!! demon!reader, fluff, language, drinking alcohol, mentions of death, heavy petting, making out, dirty talk, subby Jake, soft dom reader, restraints, teasing, praise kink Jake, pet names, oral f&m receiving, face riding, handjobs, fingering m receiving, rimming

It went on like that for a while, you meeting Jake for coffee after your shifts, and texting throughout the day on your days off. He’d been trying to talk you into going out with him on one of your off days, insisting that as much as he loved having coffee and petting cats with you, he would love to have an actual meal with you on a day where you’re free, not just trying to decompress after a busy day.

Your continuous refusals didn’t dampen his enthusiasm, however, he was nothing if not persistent (and sweet). Eventually you felt so guilty, and you’d officially run out of excuses, that you begrudgingly agreed to dinner with him. Not that you didn’t want to go; quite the opposite. So much so in fact, that you were pacing your bedroom hours before you’d agreed to let him pick you up in search of the perfect outfit to wear.

This wasn’t a date, which you’d made as clear to him as you possibly could. You didn’t want to wear anything too romantic or revealing and risk giving him the wrong idea, but you didn’t want to go too casual and make him think you weren’t into spending time with him either. Eventually you decided on a simple but effortlessly sexy sweater, skirt and heels, wearing your hair down in loose waves and brushing on some lip gloss and mascara, making sure you looked as good as possible.

Almost immediately after you heard his knock on your door, internally shaking your head at his theatrics. You’d insisted that he call or text when he arrived and you’d walk out and meet him, none of this pick you up at the door first date nonsense, though you couldn’t deny that it was charming. It had been a very long time since you’d felt this giggly over a man. You pulled the door open, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you in for a quick embrace that set your heart aflutter.

“Alright Romeo, what are the plans for the evening?” You teased as you unwrapped yourself from him.

“Ah ah, not so fast. I promised you an evening of mystery and I plan to deliver.” He quipped while you grabbed your purse and locked up your house.

Jake, in true Jake fashion, had been a perfect gentleman- he’d opened and shut the car door for you, let you pick the music, and kept his hand in its respectful place resting on your knee. You’d come to notice that he was somewhat touchy, never in a creepy way, just part of his warmth and charm that was getting harder and harder to resist.

Finally, Jake pulled his car into a rather quiet looking parking lot, very few cars parked outside and somewhat dim lighting inside. “Jake, did you lure me here to murder me?” You joked, giggling at yourself.

“You wound me. I’d never murder you without at least buying you dinner first.” He teased, leading you inside with one hand gently resting on the middle of your back. The exterior of the place didn’t at all prepare you for the inside- the dim lighting and low music provided a very calming atmosphere, and you were some of the only diners in the place. You were led to a nice table towards the back and each put in a drink order.

“My brothers and I like to come here after a long day, have a couple drinks and debrief over dinner. It’s quiet, not too many people know about it, kind of our secret place. Really good food too.” Jake informed you, taking a sip of the water that had been placed in front of you both while you waited on your drinks.

“I bet you bring all the girls here, rockstar.” He snorted at your comment, rolling his eyes at you.

“Nah, just the ones I really wanna impress.” He said with a big grin, making you roll your eyes this time. When the server returned with your drinks, you both placed your dinner orders and then you asked Jake to tell you more about his work and his family. Truly you just loved hearing him talk, his voice like velvet in your ears.

A couple drinks deep before your dinner arrived, you both ate your meals and continued to talk and laugh and drink long after the plates were cleared. Jake still seemed mostly sober but you were feeling a little tipsy at that point, and more than a little flirty as your inhibitions faded away. Jake’s cheeks were flushed pink, a little from the liquor, mostly from your flirty comments and intoxicating laughter.

After Jake paid the bill, he led you back out to the car with his hand placed low on your back, brushing his hand across your cheekbone before shutting the car door behind you and making his way into his own seat. As soon as he was buckled in you leaned your head over on his shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for tonight, Jake. I had honestly forgotten what it felt like to laugh like that. I had a really great time.” You said softly, leaning back up on your side of the car. He gently squeezed your thigh just above your knee and then pulled your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it sweetly. “I had a great time too, y/n. Thank you for letting me take you out.” He placed his hand back on your thigh and continued driving in a comfortable quiet, only the music playing softly.

You tried to behave, really you did. But Jake was right there, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body and he smelled so good. Slowly you took one hand from out of your lap and ran it through his hair, gently tugging at the back of his head, making him gasp. Your other hand made its way to his chest, resting on his bare skin where his shirt was unbuttoned. Slowly you glided your hand along his chest and stomach, familiarizing yourself with the feeling of his skin.

“Hmm, feels nice.” He hummed. The hand in his hair moved down to grip his thigh, digging your nails in lightly, making him hiss a surprised breath. “Honey, at least let me get you home before you take advantage of me.” He teased, a pout playing at his lips as you removed your hand from his thigh, and turned into a surprised moan when you cupped his hardening length over his pants. “What’s gotten into you, dirty little thing?” His gaze connected with yours, his eyes gone dark with lust. You tightened your hand around him a little further, leaning in to lick a fat stripe up his neck. “You can’t fuck me, Jakey. But me? I can certainly fuck you.” You whispered in his ear, raising goosebumps on his flesh. You pulled away from him as he pulled the car in your driveway, putting it in park with a slightly shaky hand. He’d never admit it but you had an effect on him like no one else, you made him nervous and he hadn’t been nervous around girls since he was a teenager.

You led Jake inside by the hand, kicking off your heels by the door, stumbling slightly in your tipsy state. He caught you with his hands on your waist, pulling you in to his embrace. “You’re not calling the shots here, Jakey. Follow me.” You demanded, pulling free of his grasp and leading the way to your bedroom, not bothering to check if Jake was following behind.

Once in your bedroom, you pushed him down on the bed and instructed him to get comfy. You shimmied your panties down your legs and stepped out of them, holding them out in front of Jake like an offering. “Hands.” You commanded. He offered them up, allowing you to tie his wrists together over his head using your panties to bind them. “If you’re a good boy, maybe you can keep those.” You whispered in his ear, making him let out a breathy moan.

“I-I’ve never-“ he stammered out. “I know, you’re usually the one in charge, huh baby?” You coo, making him nod slowly. “I do things a little differently, are you okay with me taking control? You can say ‘red’ at any time and everything will stop. Does this sound like something you can handle?” He nods with wide doe eyes, watching you pull your sweater off over your head and unzip your skirt, letting it pool at your feet before stepping out.

“Okay, good boy, baby.” You don’t miss the way his eyes roll back at your praise. “I’m gonna ride your face now, okay Jakey? Since you won’t be able to speak, tap me three times with your foot and everything will stop. If you can make me cum all over your face and clean up your mess I’ll let you cum. Good boys get rewarded. Bad boys get left hard and aching with no relief in sight.”

He nods again. “I need to hear you, baby. Tell me you understand.” You say firmly, tilting his chin to look you in the eyes.

“I understand, mama. You’re gonna ride my face, fuck I want you to.” He whines.

“What are the rules, sweet boy?” You coo, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Tap you three times with my foot if I wanna stop, a-and if I’m good and drink you down like I’ve been dreaming of doing all night then I’ll get to cum.”

“Good boy.” You climb your way up to straddle his face, exhaling a shaky breath as you feel his warm breath hitting your drenched center. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby.” You demand, he obeys instantly. You lower yourself to his waiting tongue, whining at the first stroke of his tongue through your soaked folds. He moans at your taste, tugging at his wrists to try and pull you closer, forgetting they’re restrained. “Such a good boy for me, Jakey. Letting me use your mouth like this, so dirty.” You moan, starting to find a rhythm with your hips. He sucks your clit into his mouth, alternating between gentle suction and sharp flicks of his tongue over the bud. You let out a high pitched whine, tangling your hands in his hair and speeding up your movements on his face.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Your mouth is like heaven. Do you like eating pussy, Jakey?” He lets out a whimper at your question, nodding as best he can with his face buried in you. You raise your hips for a moment to let him speak. “I fucking love it, I fucking love your pussy mama. Tastes so sweet, I want it every day.” You look down at his fucked out face and feel your legs start to shake. You lower yourself back down to his mouth, frantically chasing the high you can feel within reach now. He speeds up the movement of his tongue, freely moaning into your pussy, making your eyes squeeze shut.

“Come on Jakey, be a good boy and make me cum all over your pretty face. I’m so close, fuck.” You whimper out and he starts shaking his head side to side, devouring you like he’s starving, finally sending you over the edge. You ride it out as long as you can, moaning his name and mumbling nonsensical praises as you come down. You feel him slurp and lap at you, cleaning away the evidence of your orgasm, making you cry out from slight overstimulation, so you finally move back down to straddle his lap instead.

“You were such a good boy Jakey, you did so well. Did you like that?” You asked with a grin, still slightly breathless.

“I fucking loved it, mama, please I need more.” He whines.

“I told you good boys get rewarded, baby. Tell me, has anyone ever played with your pretty ass?” You tease, finally undoing his pants and tugging them down his thighs, leaving him straining against the fabric of his black boxer briefs.

“No- well, one time I put a finger- uh, yeah.” He finishes, cheeks flaming red. You brush your knuckles over his cheek, “no shame, sweet boy. I appreciate your honesty. It’s rather hot, actually, picturing you stroking your pretty cock with your finger in your ass. Did you like having your fingers where they don’t belong?” You start teasing your fingers over his throbbing length through the fabric of his boxers, making him whimper out, “Y-yes, fuck. I came so fucking hard, it was everywhere.”

You bite back the whimper that wants to escape you at his admission, choosing instead to lean down and crash your lips together. He moans into your mouth as your tongue meets his own and subtly shifts his hips, subconsciously searching for friction. You finally take pity on him and tug his boxers down, making him hiss as the cool air meets his heated skin. You finally wrap your hand around him, giving him a few soft strokes while you plant kisses all over his neck and chest.

Before long he’s whining for more, and you press soft open mouth kisses all down his chest and stomach before finally arriving between his thighs. You nipped at the inside of his thigh before soothing over it with your tongue, making him hum in pleasure. “Just gonna use my mouth on you for right now, okay baby?” You punctuate the sentence with a soft kiss to the tip of him. He nods frantically, desperate for whatever attention you were willing to pay him. “You’re so hard Jakey, look at you just leaking all over the place. Beautiful, filthy boy.” You’re rewarded by watching his cock twitch.

You start out flicking your tongue along the length of him, then suck just the tip between your lips, starting to slowly bob your head on him. “Ohhhhh, fuck your mouth feels good, thank you mama, thank you.” He moans loudly, brows pinching together in concentration. You moan softly around his length at his praise, feeling a strange sense of pride as you had never told him to thank you for making him feel good.

You pull your mouth off his cock with a soft pop, making him whine until you replace your mouth with your hand, giving him slow but firm strokes as you sink down to tease your tongue over his balls, sucking them into your warm mouth for a split second before ducking back down to lick a stripe from his balls to his entrance, drawing a loud gasp from him. “You remember what to say if it’s too much, sweet boy?”

“Red, and everything stops. I remember. Please, my cock is so hard mama, it’s aching for you.” He lets a slight whine seep into his tone, desperate for relief at this point. You giggle at that, making him eat his words by repeatedly lapping your tongue over him, then sticking just the tip of your tongue past his rim and wriggling it in and out of his entrance as he pants and whines for more. You continue to stroke your hand over his length while your tongue works him into a quivering mess beneath you.

Finally, you rise from the bed and rummage through your dresser drawers until you find the small bottle of lube you keep hidden there in case of emergencies. You strut back over to him, enjoying watching this beautiful creature writhing on the bed for you. You coat two fingers in the slick substance, straddling his calf so he can’t close his legs on you. You wrap your fist back around his cock, gently stroking him as you ghost your fingertips over his entrance. You gently massage over his rim before dipping just the tip of the finger inside him. He lets out a shaky exhale as you slowly push in to the knuckle.

“You doing okay, sweet boy?” You coo, continuing to work your hand on his cock as you slowly pump your finger in and out of him.

“More.” He whimpers and you feel his cock throb in your hand. Taking pity on him, you remove your finger from him to replace it with two, slowly pressing in the same way you did with the first. He’s sweating and panting and writhing on the bed, fists clenching and unclenching where your panties are still holding his wrists tight. Once he’s adjusted to the stretch, you slowly start curling your fingers up inside of him as you pump in and out, searching for the spot that’ll make him a babbling mess.

You know you’ve found it when a high pitched whine escapes his lips and his back arches off the bed. You make sure to hit that spot on every stroke and then sink your mouth all the way down on his leaking cock in one go.

“Fuck, fuck, right fucking there, oh my god!” He shouts, back arching further off the mattress as pitiful groans start escaping him with every movement you make. You hollow out your cheeks, bobbing your head on him in rhythm with your fingers working him.

“I’m s-so close, fuck. I’m gonna fucking cum, oh god please can I cum? P-please, can’t hold it, I wanna give it all to you, fucking PLEASE!” He almost screams.

You pull off him long enough to say, “C’mon Jakey, cum for me baby. You’ve been such a good boy for me, give it to me, I want it” before sinking back down, taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing around his length while you speed up your fingers just slightly. You feel him harden even more in your mouth before he twitches and throbs, screaming out when he finally lets go and you feel him spurting down your throat. You swallow him down greedily before gently licking him clean.

“I’m gonna pull my fingers out now, okay baby?” You whisper, brushing your lips against his skin anywhere you can reach. He just nods, too fucked out to come up with words. Slowly you pull out of him making him hiss, then you untie his wrists, gently kissing each one before placing the wadded up panties in his palm. “I believe these were promised to you.” You mumble against his lips, giggling at his blissed out expression.

“I shall treasure them always, m’lady.” He laughs, still trying to catch his breath. Against your better judgment, you ask him to stay and have to fight the urge to twirl your hair and kick your feet when he agrees.

“I’m gonna run you a bath Jake, you want bubbles? Candles? Music?”

“Well shit, if I knew I’d get the princess treatment I might’ve put out.”

Tags: @jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka @gracev0609

[xxresi-rotxx]

I saw that requests were open :) Take your time, I'm a patient person, but could we get Leon and reader who get stupidly drunk on a date and they just dance around carelessly at the bar??

Yessss! And thank u for the patience🥹

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Leon couldn’t hide the smirk that was plastered on his face, no matter how hard he tried. You were fucking adorable, oh and pretty plastered yourself. 

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This was the fifth date for you guys. After a pretty rough workday you asked Leon if tonight could be a little more on the casual side, feeling like you really needed a night to decompress, so he suggested a little hole in the wall bar downtown. That was about four hours ago now. 

Leon let you do most of the talking this evening, sensing you really needed an outlet to vent to. Your work sounded exhausting. Not in the same way Leon’s was, but mentally draining all the same. 

After spending most of the night talking and getting all of your frustrations out, you realized you were still nursing your first drink, and Leon was sitting quietly next to you; listening the whole time. 

“You know, that’s enough work talk. Let’s do something fun now yeah?”

And those were the last coherent words you spoke. 

Four shots later and you were gone. Not blackout, no you would most likely remember this in the morning, but nowhere near functioning. Leon was still sitting on the barstool next to yours except now yours was empty. 

You were desperately trying to get Leon to join you on the dancefloor. You tried negotiating, throwing a pretend lasso at him, even pulling his arm, but he didn’t budge one ounce. He just sat smirking at you and chuckling every now and then. The alcohol clearly not affecting him the way it was you. 

You were just about to slump over in defeat until you heard the next song that came on. 

“I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know

I wanna love you (love you), you already know

I wanna love you (love you), you already know” 

All of your energy immediately came back when you heard the Akon song. 

You turned on the dancefloor, so you were in full view of Leon, and began mouthing the words to Leon. Accidentally screaming some of them to him instead of just mouthing them. 

You began jumping up and down when you saw Leon down the rest of his drink and began working his way to you. Weaving in-between people to get to you. 

Placing his hands on your hips he glanced down at you before laughing. 

“Alright alright” he leaned down to whisper into your ear “I’ll dance with you.”

You both began swaying to the song, his hands never leaving your hips. You hadn’t realized how badly you were off balance before, but now with Leon’s hands keeping you steady you realized it was bad. 

Unbeknownst to you Leon loved it. It was so cute how you’d lean into him further, relying on his weight to keep you steady. Based on your reaction to him joining you; he didn’t think he’d ever met a happier drunk. 

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And that was how the two of you spent the rest of your night. Swaying and grinding together to each new song that came on. 

Until eventually you got a lil too sleepy and Leon decided to call it a night. You were quick to protest but by the time your body hit the passenger seat of Leon’s car, you were out like a light. Leon lost track of how much time you two spent dancing but judging by the look of the sky it had been all night and well into the morning. He began driving, the alcohol completely out of his system at this point and made a mental note to be prepared for dancing the next time you two decided to drink. 

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This prompt was so fucking cute😭

Thank you cilantro24😘

[forgivemeforgetmenot]

Unwritten

(Cloud x Aerith Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Intoxicated

"Daddy!!" cried Marlene, dashing past a beaming Elmyra. Barret chuckled as he scooped up his daughter and kissed her tiny face.

"How you doin' baby girl? You been good for Elmyra, yeah?"

"Always, Daddy!"

The gang exchanged greetings as Aerith's mother ushered them inside the cozy cottage. "Something smells delicious," chimed Aerith, bouncing to the kitchen.

"You all are back just in time; I'm making Miso Yasai Ramen for dinner," Elmyra said. "Please, please, everyone, make yourselves comfortable. Wash up, unpack your things, and decompress. There's still some time before the food's ready."

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Ms. Gainsborough," Tifa exhaled. She ruffled Marlene's hair on her way upstairs, earning a giggle from the child clinging closely to Red XIII.

Cloud's eyes trailed after her as she vacated the room. They hadn't had the chance to talk since last night when she pelted him with Aerith-related questions and raced off. He nearly rose from his seat at the coffee table but decided to leave her be.

"Yeah," added Barret awkwardly, "Thanks again for keepin' an eye on my Marlene. I can't tell ya how much it… means to me."

Elmyra, now overlooking a pot on the stove, waved him off, "Oh, dear, I've told you repeatedly that you don't need to keep thanking me. Spending time with Marlene is a pleasure. She kind of reminds me of you when you were younger." She pointed a wooden spoon toward Aerith, spurring the brunette to smile.

"Marlene's far more well-behaved than I was," Aerith giggled, winking at her. Marlene laughed, mimicking her wink.

"Oh!" the little girl suddenly exclaimed, "Daddy, Elmyra helped me plant my first flower! Wanna see?"

Before Barret could respond, Marlene jumped up, grabbed her father's hand, and started pulling toward the door. "Come too, Red!" Marlene pleaded to the smiling beast.

Red nodded, "Aye, aye, captain," and casually followed the two outside.

"Did you plant azaleas?" Aerith asked her mother, strolling over to the table. Although all the seats were empty, she picked the spot closest to Cloud's; he swallowed.

Elmyra eyed her daughter, then smiled tenderly. "Actually, yes. I don't know why I still feel surprised after all these years."

"Surprised? About?" Aerith repeated, tilting her head.

"About your intuition," she laughed.

Aerith smiled, facing Cloud. "Azaleas represent family and unity. Planting them is a good reminder for Marlene that even though Barret can't always be here physically," Aerith placed her hand gently on his chest, "he'll always be right there."

His heart raced; he hoped she couldn't feel it pounding against her palm. Embarrassment flushed Cloud's cheeks, forcing him to avert his gaze. He hated it when she did things like this, especially in front of others."You've been awfully quiet this evening, Cloud," commented Elmyra.

"Cloud's always quiet," Aerith teased, nudging him.

"Well, you talk enough for the both of us," he retorted. Elmyra emitted a hearty laugh as Aerith feigned a hurt expression.

"Oh, you. Don't act like you aren't hanging onto every word."

He blushed, then ascended to his feet. He needed a break from all of Aerith's poking and prodding. "I'm going to wash up," Cloud announced shortly before escaping to the restroom.

After devouring Elmyra's delectable meal, the group migrated outside to relax. The Gainsborough's property was already breathtaking during the day; it appeared like a page torn out of a fairytale book Barret might read to Marlene at night.

Fireflies floated to and fro, illuminating the massive garden with an ethereal glow. The air smelled of fresh flowers and herbs; Cloud inhaled deeply, relishing in the sweet aroma; its ambiance soothed him in a way no other place could.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Marlene wordlessly slip her hand into Aerith's, guiding her out of sight. "Probably showing off her Azaleas," Red remarked, sidling beside Cloud.

"Mm," he nodded.

"Don't be jealous; I'm sure she'll show you too," he joked.

Marlene had warmed up to Cloud considerably over the last several months, but he could tell she was still somewhat leery of him. He was never a people person, but kids were the ultimate test of patience. "Don't care. Flowers aren't my thing anyway," he replied nonchalantly.

Red chuckled, "Maybe if you were more honest about the fact that you do care, she'd braid your hair and pick flowers with you too."

"And she'll treat me like a housecat like you, too? No thanks," Cloud quipped.

Red smiled, his eyes trailing after the fireflies, "It's not what you think. Caring doesn't make you weak. It's okay to be transparent about it. In fact, people tend to like it."

"I don't care what people like," the merc folded his arms.

Aerith and Marlene reemerged hand-in-hand. Cloud followed the Cetra's every movement. Marlene started bouncing beside her, urging her to "dance" with the fireflies. Aerith gleefully complied, and the two twirled around, laughing. 

"Are you sure about that?" Red smirked, sauntering past Cloud and over to the girls. After some convincing, Tifa and Barret joined the trio. Cloud observed as they pranced around each other, laughing without a care.

Aerith caught him watching and waved him over. Cloud looked away shyly; he'd rather dive headfirst into a pool full of lava than ever dance again. 

Aerith abandoned the frolicking group and advanced toward him. Before she could speak, Cloud was already shaking his head. "No, no, no," he stated firmly, backing away from her.

She sped up and seized his hand, giggling, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Aerith," he complained as she jerked him closer.

"Cloud," she imitated his tone, swaying their arms back and forth playfully, "Come ooon! All of Midgar knows how well you can dance; you can't just squander your talent away brooding in the shadows."

Without further protest, he allowed the exuberant woman to position his hand on her waist. She placed a hand on his shoulder and interlocked her other with his. They clumsily wobbled around; Cloud nervously followed her lead as they rocked back and forth.

Aerith giggled, gazing into his eyes as they danced. Cloud worried he was blushing; he wanted to avoid her face but, for some reason, couldn't pry himself away. Her green eyes glimmered as bright as the lightning bugs encircling the pair. Mesmerized, his bottom lip dropped slightly,

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Hm?" he replied, transfixed.

"Your face; you look thoughtful. Wistful," Aerith specified, still guiding their haphazard movements.

"I'm…not thinking anything."

It wasn't entirely dishonest. Cloud felt disoriented. Anxious? No, intoxicated. He wasn't exactly thinking anything specific, but his being was overwhelmed with feelings—sensations he wasn't sure how to convey. "Hmm," she eyed him skeptically.

Feeling overwhelmed, Cloud pulled away abruptly. He glanced at the house as Aerith whined. "We didn't even do the Moogle Dance!"

Cloud rasped, striding past her. He noticed Tifa staring glumly. Earlier, she looked so joyful with their friends. What happened? "Going to bed?" she asked softly as he walked toward the door. Barret, Marlene, and Red were still bopping around happily.

He nodded, uncertain of what to say to her. Should he ask what's wrong? Should he address last night? He feared saying something that might make her feel worse. Instead, he sat down silently beside her on the porch. "Tired of dancing?" Cloud asked while observing the others. His eyes instinctively drifted to Aerith, now gazing up at the sky.

"Kind of," Tifa laughed, then added, "How about you? You were really grooving over there."

"I was being held hostage," he muttered, lounging.

"I don't know. You looked like…you were having fun to me," Tifa reflected quietly.

Cloud studied her. She altered her sorrowful expression with a smile, "It's nice. You know, to see you loosen up."

"You just enjoy watching me make a fool of myself."

"That too," Tifa giggled.

The two friends sat in silence for a moment. Then Cloud asked, "You okay?"

The question seemingly startled Tifa, who stood almost immediately. "Yeah, of course," she smiled, "Just tired."

Cloud nodded slowly, hesitant to accept her excuse. 

"I'm gonna try to get some sleep," she decided, "Goodnight, Cloud."

"Night," he replied.

Tifa stepped to the door but paused before twisting the knob. Cloud expected her to say something else, but she finally went inside without another word.

Gradually, everyone else filed inside. First, Barret and Marlene. Shortly after, Red XIII. A half-hour later, Aerith approached the porch with a peaceful smile. "Are you stargazing too?" she asked, plopping beside him.

"Something like that." Truthfully, he'd been watching her more than anything else out there. 

"Oooor, are you avoiding sleep?"

Cloud looked at her with a curious expression and asked, "What?"

Aerith met his gaze, "You won't have any nightmares here. Promise."

He diverted his view upward to spot a patch of shimmering stars.

"Do you trust me, Cloud?"

The question caught him off guard, "W-What?"

"Do you trust me?" she reprised, leaning closer.

"Of course," he replied, to his surprise, without hesitation.

"Good!" Aerith beamed, slipping her hand into his and guiding him to his feet.

"Where are we going," he questioned. She pulled him down a path and to a cluster of pink Azaleas.

"Marlene asked me to show you. Aren't they so beautiful?"

"Yeah, they're um… pretty," Cloud awkwardly agreed.

He scanned the flowers surrounding them and settled on a patch of yellow lilies—the same flower Aerith gifted him when they first met.

"Are those your favorite?" she asked, noticing.

Cloud folded his arms, "Dunno."

"Do you remember what they symbolize?" she asked, plucking one and placing it on his chest, just as she had done a lifetime ago.

"Reunion," he answered, lifting his eyes from the flower to her.

"That's right!" she said merrily, "Now for your prize."

Before he could respond, Aerith's pursed lips were pressed to his cheek. The kiss was mere centimeters away from the corner of his mouth. For a moment, Cloud wondered if she'd intended something more intimate. Part of him was relieved she missed her potential mark; another part felt…disappointed?

Her hands lingered against his chest, careful not to crush the yellow lily she gave him. Cloud swallowed hard, voiceless. Stop doing that, he should tell her. You mess around too much. 

Cloud's eyes descended to her mouth. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling okay, Cloud? You look a little sweaty."

He grabbed her wrist, pulled it away from his face, and held it. "Stop doing that," he scolded.

"Doing what?"

"You know what," he griped, still clutching her.

Aerith's head tilted to the side with a confused expression.

Cloud scowled, clarifying, "You can't just… go around touching and kissing people like that."

Aerith laughed, "You're not people, silly."

"I'm not," Cloud paused, unsure how to express his issue, "I'm not your boyfriend."  

For the first time in a long time, Aerith broke eye contact first, her gaze plunging to the ground. Her usual warm smile vanished. Had he hurt her feelings? "I didn't realize it bothered you," she said quietly.

He lowered her arm to her side before letting go. The desire to hold her bubbled inside of him; Cloud wasn't a physically affectionate person or affectionate, at all. Comforting people wasn't his specialty; fighting was. Right now, however, he felt the impulse to at least try. Take it back. Tell her you don't mind. Hug her.

Cloud only stared at her, "Aerith…"

"I know," she said with glistening eyes, "you're not my boyfriend." Much like Tifa had done earlier that evening, Aerith disguised her sorrow with a smile and a joke, "You're my bodyguard!"

She brushed past him; he turned and recaptured her arm, suspending her. She pivoted to face him and smiled, "Bedtime, Cloud."

"Just wait," he ordered.

"For?"

"I…don't mind. Not really," The confession rolled from Cloud's mouth as though he'd been struggling to cough up a boulder.

"Jeez, Cloud," Aerith playfully pouted, "Make up your mind; now you're confusing me."

"I'm confusing you?" he scoffed. Says the woman who can't keep her lips to herself.

Cloud groaned, released Aerith, and plodded past her. He didn't get paid enough for this. Or at all, actually.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

hihi, soo first off I wanna say I am so in love with your blog and headcannons. They literally make my day, its like eating a whole cake..! and your character is so ❤️💖💖 Keep doing what you are doing because you are awesome 💖

secondly- I just been struggling with family (and living in a small town of yeehaws) that I was just wondering, like how would Diane and/or Hobie react if someone invited them over to their world and just were like "oh yeah uh... can you also uh not use my prefered name and pronouns because I don't wanna get stared at and probably called names..?"

HEEYY!!

Honestly when it comes to Hobie PERFECT PERSON FOR THIS - HE'S GOT YOUR BACK.

For Hobie

Hobie is the KING of wording things very specifically and casually - like he's amazing at it.

Hobie knows that when you have to get purposefully deadnamed the conversation is still hard everytime you hear it, so he tries to lessen it as much as possible and IT WORKS

Someone else would say '[Deadname] and I are going to the store by [pronoun] house to get [pronoun] prescription and some other things [pronoun] needs-'

NO. HOBIE:

'The two of us are heading round to the store by this one's place to pick up the script and grab some things we've been eyeing'

EASY AND SMOOTH.

He has SO many ways to get around it as much as he can that it's basically effortless. Gender neutral nicknames based on a thing that doesn't relate to either name

He'll ask if calling you 'kid' is okay, so he can do what Miguel and Peter were doing.

'The kid and I' 'The kid was saying, etc' 'That belongs to the kid'

And people pick up on it without realizing and do it too. Without even noticing.

Peter B. always called Miles 'kid'. And Miguel only called Miles 'kid' at the very end, having getting it off of Peter.

So Hobie would call you something like 'the kid',

Or come up with a gender neutral, noun based nickname and tell some huge elaborate funny interesting story behind it (real or not) - so then people are like WOAH!!! and start calling you it too.

'Rocket was telling me -' 'Why do you call them Rocket?' *grinning* 'You're gonna wanna sit down for this bruv. So the two of us are out, Wednesday, sunny,-' *explains a story for ten minutes that makes you look awesome PLUS you earn a cool gender neutral nickname*

Or a really powerful one because BRITISH - He'll say 'My mate' or if you're in the room 'my mate here'.

'My mate here was telling me-' 'Can you get my mate's-'

All in all Hobie wouldn't say it unless he ABSOLUTELY HAS TO which is rare to almost ever because he's always thinking of the next sentence and how to do it a different.

He'll also make sure to do this to EVERYONE if you're in front of your family. Like...no one gets pronouns now lol

Because he wants to minimize it as much as possible because he wants you to be able to feel comfortable and able to join in on the conversation rather than brace for the next misgendering, you know?

So that way you don't stand out too much or it doesn't look like you asked him to do it. People just think that's how he talks

Plus, afterwards he ALWAYS makes sure to pull you aside and ask how you're feeling after a convo, making it look all casual. But he just wants to know if you're okay, if not he can say 'This ones taking me to the bathroom', and he'll find a spot to sit with you, just to chill and decompress

Hobie is the KING of SMOOTHNESS You're not playing him

[Hi! I hope you're doing okay, and holding up well! And I hope this helped even a little bit. I know how like every wrong pronoun and every deadname can sting and you can't ignore cause your brain is gonna notice -

It can be tough, but there are people and places out there who are accepting beyond anything you can think. We're out here, and hopefully one day soon our help will get to you, and you can start living a live not having to worry about all this!]

Hope this was okay :) You aren't alone my friend]

And for anyone who's interested in what Disco-Spider Diane would do (and what those accepting places are like) that'll be under the cut!

As for Diane also; this part is largely inspired by this DiscoPop song by singer named Jessie Ware

I'll include the song if you wanna listen! And the lyrics for those who would rather read or skip! You can even pretend she's singing it that's what I do all the time lol

Beautiful People -

Diane knows transphobia is out there, she's from 82', but it still bothers her. When you told her, she'd try best to be reassuring, following Hobie's lead and asking for advice when she needs to. They're a TEAM in this, all of them, so they can work together and it'll all be a bit easier.

But it still bothers her. Like BOTHERS her, going to sleep talking to Ansi on the phone like 'That's SO fucked up you know, uhhh!! The world!!'

And so the next morning she's in your universe.

GET UP WE'RE GOING GENDER AFFIRMING!!!!

It's early as hell. Like 7am. And she's standing over your bed in rainbow sweatbands and a sweatsuit. Looking at you like

'Heeeeeyyyyy, Wanna go some place like way more rad than here could ever dream of being??? wanna go some place FUNKY FAR OUT.'

And then she pulls you into her world-

Diane is from 1982 - and one odd thing about her universe - it's always night. The same way Noir's is like, always raining.

[She didn't learn about day until she met Hobie. If that sounds confusing....it was for her too. she's still learning whats a 'day' thing and what isn't. Like the time someone told her blue eyeshadow is a 'strong nighttime look' like...what???]

Why?

Because it's always Disco-time there. Always time to party, all donuts shops are 'open late' etc.

And the cool places are open all the time!!

She pulls you in and immediately goes "We're going to Stonewall!!" (but first she has to get you fed cause yall not about to be walking around hungry)

Stonewall being the historic bar where the Stonewall Riots took place in 1969 - one of the biggest events in queer history and liberation. Stonewall still exists to this day, but back in 82 it was BUMPING.

All of The Village (that's 'The Gay Neighborhood' (affectionate) ) of stonewall is known for his LGBTQ spots - The Center's even there! (That's what we call the city LGBT center, I love that place SO MUCH)

Already she has a matching tracksuit ready, sweatbands ready to go.

She wants to take you to a place where people are cool and accepting and kind and want to dance for a little bit

And there are rainbow flags strung across the ceiling, gay couples being able to hold hands, trans people being able to JUST BE.

And everyone treats everyone like the other person is the most interesting person ever, like they've got nothing to worry about.

Everyone is gendering you right, throwing affirming compliments your way, telling you you're amazing and beautiful and Yes we're here to live!!!

(and that's what its really like in queer spaces out here - these places exist and people like this EXIST and we're always ready to accept you I promise!!!!! - please don't think the world is cold and cruel just know we're out there WE WANNA GET TO YOU AND KEEP YOU SAFE!!!)

LIKE JUST IMAGINE HANGING WITH DIANE IN NEW YORK DURING THAT ERA IN NEW YORK WITH THE GAY CULTURE FLOURISHING

Of course she stays by your side the whole time, ESPECIALLY if you're a minor - this is a chaperoned trip - but she just wants you to be able to hang out in a space where like..you can actually hang, y'know.

Everyone deserves that - and a little funky music and place to show off a good outfit

The Disco scene and the Queer scene were basically hand and hand and one in the same in a way - and Diane being bi, she gets the fear of hiding and having to keep a secret.

Maybe some of the great queer icons are still hanging around there - you never know in 82!

Plus the LGBT Center only a couple blocks away - and their lounges are AMAZING. And there's people there going through the same thing.

They can swing by and Diane can show you around, even chill for a bit.

She just wants to make sure you have a good time after all that the day before. She thinks EVERYONE needs more TLC - and so she's ready to administer it herself if need be.

And it'd be fun and games but she means it when she says 'The dancefloor is always open.'

Diane would ALWAYS be ready to take you dancing, or crash at The Center, or just be a listening ear.

Just remember that beautiful people are everywhere! <3

[thelocalmuffin]

"making suggestive dirty jokes" with asoryuu for the prompt ask? if u wanna of course!

Oh boy.

I admittedly am a terrible flirt IRL so I hope this is alright.

Title: Is that Karuma or are you excited to see me?

Word count: about 800 words

Summary: After a long week, Ryunosuke comes home to see Kazuma cooking and they catch up about the day before one gets a bit flirty.

Tags: domestic life, minor mentions of angst, post canon, dgs 2 spoilers, fluff, based on a headcanon by my friend Sigma that Kazuma didn't make it too far as a prosecutor

Finally, the weekend has arrived. Ryunosuke can finally decompress from the horrible week he had. He's glad he's finally realised his dream of becoming a lawyer, but no one told him how exhausting it would be.

Case after case, client after client, complaint after complaint, he's done with this awful day. He really could use some time to decompress.

When he gets back to his small home, there’s a strong aroma of a delicious dinner being crafted in the kitchen. He's grateful that dinner is about ready. It's one less thing he has to worry about.

He pokes his head to see Kazuma finishing up dinner. He’s in one of his casual hakamas, biting his lip as he focuses on cooking. It’s a new hobby of his. Ever since he’s returned home he's been dutifully trying to make up for all the trouble he's caused.

Not even six months after they crossed swords, Kazuma had been removed as a prosecutor. From Lord van Zieks' letter, apparently they both started getting a little too curious of what else the Crown had been hiding. When they were caught, Kazuma took the brunt of the accusations and was immediately fired.

Apparently, the new Lord Chief Justice also had not been thrilled at the aspect of a Japanese student studying underneath the Crown, so it was the golden opportunity to rid of the apprentice.

He was a wreck when he came home. Kazuma looked so defeated that all Susato-san and Ryunosuke could do was embrace their friend. After wrapping their arms around both, Kazuma asked if he could have a place to stay as he got back on his feet.

Even though it hadn’t been long, Ryunosuke offered his home to a struggling friend. It had first been just two roommates, but soon, the subtle romantic feelings had resurfaced and their passionate flame sparked after a night of shogi and a very heavy heart-to-heart. The conversation was both admitting their flaws and dreams, realising their bond had been strained, not damaged and it could be fixed.

So, they've been taking it slow. Well, as slow as two lovesick individuals who couldn't keep their hands off each other, anyway

Even so, Kazuma’s been determined to make up all he’s done to Ryunosuke and Susato-san with his freetime. Be that by helping around the house, running errands, or whatever he can do to make their lives easier as they adjust to their new busy schedule. If he’s not here, he’s helping clean up Susato-san’s home to make sure she doesn’t come home to a mess.

Today he was supposed to be elsewhere, though…

“Home early?” Ryunosuke asks as he pokes his head in. “I thought you were going to the university to see if you could continue your courses.”

“Hmm, lost track of time again, I see. You’re actually home late. It’s almost nine.” Kazuma hums, flipping the fish. “You look exhausted. Sit down and I’ll take care of you.”

Nine...

Ryunosuke glances at the clock, realising Kazuma is right.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve been sitting all day. I'd rather stand.” Ryunosuke shrugs the suggestion off. Kazuma’s still pretty curt, as per usual. “I want to help out.”

“There’s no need for that. I’m almost done anyway.” Kazuma opens the rice steamer, raising an eyebrow and closing it again after shaking his head. Without looking up, he continues. “What kept you so long?”

“We’ve been swarmed. That’s what happens when you try to fix up the entire legal system with a small team.”

“I know. You know, I could come in and help with some of the paperwork. If I learned anything from my time in London it's how to sort out cases efficiently and quickly."

“I might take you up on that. I appreciate the clean home, but Susato-san and I are swarmed.” Ryunosuke pauses. “Wait, what about-”

“Let’s not talk about how the university conference went today.” Kazuma whispers, each word peppered with defeat. His head hanging down as he exhales his next words. “I don’t want to damper the mood.”

Oh...they were not thrilled about what they learned...

“I think I can figure it out by context.” Ryunosuke swallows, moving to his partner, wrapping his arms around Kazuma’s waist. “I’m sorry.”

Kazuma’s head hangs down before exhaling. “It was a natural consequence of my actions. I’ll figure out what to do. I always do.”

“Well, you can work with us until you find a new fitting.”

Kazuma pauses, then nods. “Of course. I wouldn't mind at all. Saving me again, Naruhodo. What would I do without you? By this point, I’ll be indebted to you for the rest of my life.”

“Well, we got a lot of time to sort that debt out.” Ryunosuke’s hands move towards the hem of his clothes, before pressing his lips on Kazuma’s shoulders. “I jest. It’s alright. I don’t mind helping you find your path.”

It's silent as the fish sizzles in the pan and Ryunosuke closes his eyes. Kazuma's sweet vanilla lavender scent is so nice...

“Oh!” Kazuma breaks the silence before chuckling. “Is that Karuma or are you excited to see me?”

Ryunosuke pulls away, realising that Karuma’s hilt did indeed poke his arse.

He laughs before he wraps his arms around Kazuma’s waist once again, holding him closer. “Nope. Just Karuma. For now, anyway.”

Kazuma hums, a grin raising from his lips. “Mm, I like the sound of that. I think we could both use a good stress reliever after today. After we eat?”

“After we eat.”

[timaeusterrored]

“Heeeey sunshine, wanna ride around the bay with ‘ol V?”

“You’re a fucking gonk you know that right?”

Kerry could see his mainline standing outside, leaning on his precious car with a stupid grin on his face, looking right back up at him.

“Come on, it’s Valentine’s Day.” ‘And you’ve been a depressed bitch for the past week’, was implied. No it wasn’t, V would never say that too him.

“I’m stealing your clothes.”

“Anything you want, baby.” Fuck he was so sweet. How did Kerry get so fucking lucky? He hung up and got dressed, if they were just going on a boat ride then he wasn’t getting dressed up, V looked rather casual as well.

V was still standing outside, scrolling through his phone while he waited. God he was beautiful, especially now when death wasn’t looming over him, his cheeks had filled out and color returned to him. He also noticed the golden chain around his neck that Kerry had been missing for a while. Little thief!

“Hey you.” V smiled, tugging him closer for a kiss. They hadn’t seen each other since last week, Kerry being slammed with meetings and such for his new album and V with the Afterlife and trying to get used to owning it. Neither of them had even planned to see each other for Valentine’s Day and now here V was.

“Come on, foods gonna get cold if we waste time.” He said softly, bumping his forehead against Kerry’s. The older man let go of him reluctantly but took his hand, being lead to the side of the car where V opened the door for him. Kerry was still getting used to having such a gentle man around. With V around, he already felt better.

The ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Kerry could feel his body decompressing from the stress the closer the bay got. He couldn’t help but also admire V a bit as he drove, his hair was a dark red, almost purple. He had let it grow out a bit as well, which Kerry kinda liked.

The boat was already waiting for them by the time they got there and he wondered how long V had planned this. He grabbed a dark bag from the trunk and took Kerry’s hand, leading him on. Once they were safely on, V lead him to the back, eyes glowing for a faint moment before the yacht moved and V started to pull out food.

“V is this.. homemade?” He questioned softly, settling next to his partner curiously. “Uh.. yeah? I’ve been over at Mama’s all day trying to get things ready for you. I hope it’s okay?” He said, a quick panic crossing his face before he was pulled into a kiss. “It’s perfect.” He whispered, earning a smile from V.

And as dinners between them always went, they both started to talk about their weeks, the food was amazing and Kerry noted that some were even Filipino dishes and Kerry wanted to tackle V and show his appreciation right there. But he’d wait, knowing V wanted to take today slow for a reason. He talked about Mercs that were way in over their heads, some that showed potential, one he’d said reminded him of Kerry and Kerry laughed and said he could never be a merc.

The night did go slow, but Kerry found himself becoming okay with that, especially with V pressed on top of him after a smoke session and some more talking. V’s face was pressed into his neck, holding him tight like he dared someone to come take Kerry away. Kerry was lost in thought, realizing that he hit the fucking jackpot. Any horrid thoughts he had throughout the week gone, he was in love, and V was in love with him.

“I love you, Ker..”

“I love you too, V..”

[felswritingfire]

Give us shirtless Cu cuddling headcanons. I wish for chest pillows. Male/DMAB reader preferred but not required

I KNOW WHO THIS IS 😤😤😤😤

Also, I'm just gonna go with my good boys Cas and Blu (Lancer) would be the two most likely candidates for offering the titty pillows djdkkd

Cuddling Caster Cu and using his titties as pillows:

"Huh? You wanna cuddle?" He leans against his staff, his ruby eyes twinkling with mirth. "What a needy master I have, hmm?"

Having the blessed opportunity to cuddle with Cas is amazing in of itself since A) he's warm, B) he smells really nice and soothing (a forest just after it rained and sage) and C) he's got some titties

Now, his titties are not as big as his Lancer or his Berserker counter part but he still has an amazing set.

What's even better is that his favorite cuddling position is laying you on his chest while he holds you- it makes him feel like he's protecting you, even if you're taller or more muscular/bulkier than him.

He also likes to feel the weight of you on top of him in general. It's comforting.

He also prefers to cuddle without shirts on because he genuinely loves the skin-on-skin contact. But if you're not as enthused by it as he is- he'll be slightly disappointed, but he won't complain.

As long he as you lay on him. He'll pout if you don't.

Cuddles tend to be a decompressing time for both you and Cas. It's just the two of you in your room, basking in each other's presence.

But it also leads to some tender conversations:

It's nice; the way his callused finger tips trace up and down your spine in a lazy manner. His gentle breathing lulling you into a stupor. "Hey, Cas," you mutter.

He hums, his chin nuzzling down into your hair. "Yes, Master?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

You press your cheek into the plushness of his pecs, your eyes slipping shut as you take a deep breath and then let out a sigh. "For taking care of me."

He smiles, humming while squeezing you closer to him.

Cuddling with Blue (Lancer) and using his titties as pillows:

"What? Cuddling?" His eyes sparkle, already grabbing your arm and dragging you towards your room. "Sure! We both deserve a little treat, don't we, Master?"

Absolute cuddle monster- he may love to drag you out and about for a hike or just a quick jog, but his second favorite thing is cuddling! He's arguably one of the Cu counterpart that loves cuddles the most (of course Cas would fight him for that title, but I digress).

His titties have more hard muscles than Cas does since he waves his damn lance every chance he gets. They may be firmer, but they're still sooooo comfy to lay on.

He prefers a spooning position where he's the big spoon, but he won't complain about being the little one. He just likes being a big spoon because he likes squeezing you to his chest.

He won't complain if you want to lay on his chest though. He'll laugh if you press your face into them, patting your head as he leans back.

He's another one that likes skin on skin contact, but won't force you if you get uncomfy about it.

Your cuddle conversations with Blue tend to lean more towards just mindless chatter, something casual as he tries to get you to laugh:

"You should have saw it today, Master! That damn Goldie ended up in a tree the Chimera slapped him so far!"

You smile as his chest rumbles with his own laughter. You hum in response as his fingers threading through your hair, lulling you into a sleep.

"Hey," he looks down at you, pouting, "you ain't fallin' asleep on me are you?"

"Tryin' not to." You mumble, blinking slowly and fighting the sleep that makes your eyelids so heavy.

He looks at you for a bit, a warm feeling spreads through the gaps of his ribs and before he knows it, he's smiling down at you. "Yeah, I guess it's OK if you sleep-" He squeezes you close to him, nuzzling his cheek against your head- "such a great master deserves it after all, huh?"

[yrpreciousmoon]

Just Between Us

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Pairing: Josuke x Okuyasu Rating: G Description: Okuyasu is not sick. Absolutely not. You think a few germs could take him down? Pfffft. AN: A little sickfic drabble requested by the always lovely chococostrawberry~ [x-posted to AO3]

The first sign that something was wrong was when Okuyasu waved goodbye at Josuke’s front steps. By now their after-school routine of collapsing in the Higashikata living room and decompressing by way of snacks, video games, and TV was something Josuke took for granted; he had to do a double-take when his friend turned to continue down the road.

“Hey! You’re not gonna come in?”

“Aah, I’m exhausted, dude. Just gonna go home and crash.”

Josuke pouted. “Ugh, you’re no fun. But fine, this gives me more time to practice on Super Smash Bros. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Okuyasu’s laugh rang out down the street as he continued on his way. “Whatever. See you tomorrow, bro!”

.

When tomorrow arrived, Okuyasu certainly didn’t look like someone who had taken the night off. Dark circles hung below his eyes, which were devoid of their usual mischievous spark.

“Yeesh,” muttered Josuke, closing his front door behind him, “The hell happened to you?”

“I dunno man, I musta slept wrong or somethin’. My head is killin’ me.”

Josuke noted that his friend’s voice was even more rough than usual. “…Alright, c’mon, if we hurry we can get you a coffee before school.” He elbowed his friend and hustled down the sidewalk.

“Yeah, thanks, dude... that sounds amazing right now.”

.

The caffeine kept Okuyasu alive until their lunch break, at which time Koichi sat across the table from him, grimacing. “Wow, don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like death.”

“Feel like it,” grumbled the other, who let his forehead rest on the table.

Josuke glanced over as he sucked down a milk carton. After a long while, he finally took the gamble and said: “I think you’re sick, bro.”

“Impossible. I never get sick.”

Yep, that was the response Josuke expected.

“Whatever you say, man.” He shrugged. Knew it would be like talking to a brick wall if he suggested taking medicine or heading home early, so why bother? Koichi, on the other hand…

“Seriously, let’s get you to the nurse. Maybe she can–”

“I just gotta eat somethin’. Sneak a nap in during class. I’m fine.”

Koichi and Josuke exchanged glances.

.

At the end of the day, when Okuyasu wasn’t around to meet them in front of the school, they shared a knowing look once more.

Koichi sighed. “He went home early but he still won’t admit he’s sick, will he?”

“Nope. Never.”

“I’m worried about him. He looked really bad at lunch.”

Josuke simply looked out into the distance. “Don't. Okuyasu’s a tough guy. He’ll be alright. C’mon, you wanna come over and play video games?”

.

Koichi begrudgingly granted Josuke only a few rounds of Mario Kart before insisting that he had to go. Tomoko had even offered him supper, which he'd politely refused; but just as well, Josuke easily wolfed down enough for both of them. Afterwards, he'd casually tossed off an excuse about bringing schoolwork over to Okuyasu, then left home without grabbing his bag.

He knocked on the front door of the Nijimura household, got no response. Yeah, that checked out. So without a second thought, he let himself in to run reconnaissance.

It wasn’t long before he came upon Okuyasu sprawled out on the couch, stripped down to his skivvies, one arm hanging off the edge where Stray curled against him.

Josuke knocked softly on the doorframe of the living room. “Hey. You didn’t even make it up the stairs?”

Okuyasu cracked an eye open for just a second. God, he looked miserable. “ ‘m so tired, man...”

Josuke nodded. “Definitely not sick though.”

“Don' get sick,” slurred the other.

“Fair enough.” He looked over at his friend’s TV set. “Mind if I hang out for a bit?”

“Nnn… don’t need ya lookin’ after me, I–”

“Dude, I know, I’m just bored and mom’s watching one of her shows tonight. Let me watch cartoons here for a bit.”

A long pause. A cough, and definitely attempt at stifling it. “…yeh, okay. ‘S good.”

Grinning, Josuke made his way to the couch and sat cross-legged on the floor beside it, one hand reaching out to scratch Stray while the other nabbed the remote. “So, whatcha wanna watch, dude?”

But no reply came; Okuyasu was already back asleep.

.

When Okuyasu came to the next morning, several long, bleary moments passed before the scene around him began to take form and make sense. He knew it had been a fitful night of sweating out his fever, writhing and groaning and… shit, he was pretty sure at one point he had even been crying. But outside of this vague awareness of his own misery, the details of the previous night were beyond him.

What was strange, though, was that he had woken up in his own bed, despite being quite sure that he’d fallen asleep on the couch.

He sat up slowly, stretching all of his tired muscles. The cold pack that had apparently been resting on his forehead fell to the bed with a soft thud. Okuyasu studied the object — not having realized he even owned such a thing — and then turned to scan the room for any evidence of having crawled and thrashed his way to bed in a feverish stupor.

But there was none. The room appeared tidy as ever, perhaps even moreso than usual. In fact, as awareness slowly broke over the shores of his groggy mind, he realized that he had been tucked neatly into his sheets, which was very much not his usual way of sleeping.

 How…? Dad...?

Looking now at the floor beside his bed, Okuyasu’s eyes fell upon three items that he definitely could not have prepared for himself: a glass of water, a small takeout box from Trattoria Trussardi, and a handwritten note.

“Oku -

Your fever broke early this morning, but take the rest of the day off anyway. Don't worry, I'll tell people you're cutting class. The truth will stay between you, me, and Tonio.

Just hurry up and feel better so I can kick your ass at Smash Bros.”

[cozyenigma]

A Time to Rest

Pairing- Illinois/Reader

Word Count- 965

Request- Yes! Summary- Usually the time after adventuring was used trying to relax or to patch yourselves up. This time though, you were having trouble sleeping. Good thing you’re not alone though.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid 

Adventuring was something you'd liked from the get go. Seeing new and forgotten corners of the world was well worth it in the end. The part you could do without though was the traveling in between. This time Illinois had a beat up Jeep you'd been using to get around and cart supplies between trips. He was mum with the details on how he got it in the first place.

The two of you were just back from your latest adventure, dead on your feet even before the drive back. By the time you got back to his place the sun had long since set. Illinois was quiet as he fumbled with the keys.

"Ugh," you groaned, dropping your bag. Your jacket and shoes followed. You didn't particularly care where anything landed as long as it was off of you.

Illinois shot you a glance over his shoulder.

"You want the shower first?"

Contrary to the weather forecast, the entire trip had been rainy and wet. Combine that with the usual hazards of adventuring and the two of you were pretty gross at the end of the day. There were still huge clumps of mud stuck to your clothes. Despite that, you waved Illinois on.

"Go ahead, I'll order something."

That got you a grin. Illinois tipped his hat to you before chucking it onto the table.

"You're a saint," he said, "get your favorite this time, yeah?"

"One step ahead of you," you held up your phone with a little wave. "Now hurry up, I think I'm more mud than person right now."

"Aw, you should know these things take time, sweetheart," he gestured towards his face with a smirk. Illinois only barely managed to duck as you chucked your jacket at him. "Alright, alright I'm going!"

The bathroom door clicked shut and you sighed. You were exhausted. The fact that you had another long car ride to look forward to tomorrow wasn't helping. Faintly, you could hear the sound of water running from the other room. You turned your attention back to your phone. The only things in your future were shower, food, and bed.

Despite his teasing, Illinois didn't take long. He came back into the room with wet hair and fresh clothes.

"Oh thank God," you knew you were being dramatic but the mud was starting to dry.

Illinois was still towel drying his hair. "Almost sounds like you're happy to see me."

"I'd be happy with that shower, thanks."

After getting cleaned up, you were already feeling much better. You changed into clean and blessedly mud free clothes and emerged from the bathroom just after your food arrived.

"Right on time," Illinois held up the plastic bag.

Dinner after adventuring was usually a quiet affair. Or at the very least quieter when it came to you two. A time to decompress. To rest. Most days it was all you could do to get a decent meal before sleeping for a solid ten hours. As it was, the TV droned in the background as the two of you ate on the couch. Illinois was a solid, warm presence at your side.

Illinois ditched the trash, yawning all the way. You slumped down into the couch.

"Don't wanna move," you said, looking up as Illinois leaned over the back of the couch.

"Oh really? And leave me all on my lonesome?"

"This couch is really comfy."

"I see where your priorities lie," his usual grin was marred by another yawn. "Have mercy on your poor adventurer, would you?"

With a put upon sigh, you heave yourself up off the couch. "If you insist."

Finally, the two of you shuffle off to bed. It was late enough at night that you'd probably wake up well into the afternoon. Well, if you could get to sleep in the first place that is. Illinois had passed out almost immediately. You could hear him breathing beside you and feel his leg pressed up against yours. He took up a lot of the bed most of the time.

Despite your exhaustion, you were still staring up at the ceiling. You sighed and shifted around a bit. Maybe it was because you both had some close calls today. An axe had swung down from the ceiling at one point, barely missing your head. Illinois had taken the lead after that one. Afterwards, on the way back to the car, Illinois had lost his footing from the slick ground and nearly toppled off a cliff. He was a natural with traps but not invincible.

You huffed and turned over. Illinois stirred beside you and you cursed yourself. The sheets shifted.

"Darlin'?" He asked, voice rough with sleep.

"Sorry I woke you," you whispered back.

"Don't worry about it." The bed dipped a bit as he pushed himself up to look at you. "Something wrong?"

"No," you rubbed your eyes, "no, I just can't sleep."

Illinois hummed. In the next moment you were being pulled closer to him. Now instead of one leg, Illinois had turned around and pulled you close to his chest.

"There you go," he said, sounding satisfied.

"Gonna cuddle me to sleep, cowboy?"

It surprised you a bit. While the man wasn't opposed to cuddling, he rarely ever initiated it. The casual gestures were more frequent. A hand at the small of your back or lingering touches when he'd offer a hand.

"I am a man of many talents," you could almost feel the little laugh he let out.

"Thanks," you said as you rolled your eyes.

You closed your eyes. Whether it was from the warmth or something else, the change seemed to do the trick. It still took longer than it should've but you eventually fell asleep. You didn't notice that Illinois was still awake or when he pressed a kiss into your hair.

"Just rest easy, darlin'."

[heckpuppyy]

So me being myself, I love Thanatos. He is my favorite in the game, with Zagreus and Dionysus being close seconds.

I’ve got brainrot over him, so I’m putting all of my hcs and imagines under a cut.

I just... I wanna kiss the reaper. Maybe hold his hand.

So the thing that’s really fucking me UP is the line he says right when you give him the nectar to unlock his romance right before you get Mort, right?

‘I’m not used to feeling’

And it’s like Underneath all of the coldness and the flatness and the distance he has a lot of stuff he needs to unpack. Drink a Mango Monster and chase it with a cigarette before going into work kind of unpacking.

He’s slow going at anything he does that doesn’t have to do with combat or his job, because he’s never really had to people before. IT doesn’t matter for his job, and the two friends he made are so drastically different it’s unreal. Zagreus nurtures this a lot from what I can tell, and him and Meg are friends and don’t mind blowing off steam together before getting involved w/ Zag but

I dunno. Meg is Aro as FUCK in my own personal opinion. Thanatos is Demirom/sex and it shows a lot. His love language is absolutely Words of Affirmation/Acts of Service and I CANNOT stress that ENOUGH. When you’ve got a lot of figuring out and introspection to do, having part of the reason you’re feeling that way assure you it’s genuine helps a bunch.

He’s already stretched really thin, so seeing him would be fleeting and only for a few moments. He wouldn’t say it out loud, I don’t think he’d know how to properly express it, but he would appreciate you waiting for him. Casually speaking to him would be a slow going process, but once he decompresses for a bit he’d loosen up. Helping you up on the railing overlooking the Styx so you can more comfortably talk to him. Keeping closer to you so you won’t fall, even if you are just sitting.

I think he likes talking about his job to an extent? About death as a whole. He doesn’t really feel one way or another about his role, really, but he does like talking about the process. The surface is too overstimulating and way too much to handle in large doses, but there’s something about the stillness of helping a newly born shade out of their body and talking to them as he takes them to the shores of the Styx.

‘Yes, this is real. No, I don’t judge you. No, you don’t get another chance. Yes, you will see them again.’ things like that. It’s not complicated, it’s not bargaining. It just is, and I think he likes that. Or is at least posi-neutral about it.

He’s not a huge fan of unnecessary touching, but I think that’s a demi thing. I can’t speak for everyone’s experience, but I can speak from my own experiences. After he slowly starts coming into his feelings, it starts becoming a comfort thing. Reaching out and taking his hand (cold as it may be) and him lightly squeezing back for the first time is such a rewarding feeling after spending the time nurturing the relationship between you two I just

UGH

Kisses are air light and even deeper ones feel breathy but it’s so much all at once? There aren’t many words between you, but the few that there are are hushed and quick and feel warm. There are hidden smiles between these exchanges and you can just see faint frown lines begin at the corners of his mouth. He’s portrayed very young in the game, but he is much older than that. Idk I just find them attractive I guess dfldjfldj

Intimacy for the first time would be a bit clumsy, but going back to the Words of Affirmation thing it would evolve into something a lot more smooth and connected. He looks and feels like marble to the touch, even down to how soft and cold his skin feels. His hands are a bit rougher, as using a weapon tends to make them. He himself isn’t really cuddly, but he absolutely enjoys having your weight on him and being able to keep a hand on you at most times.

[sheabuttahwrites]

[I Know]

. four : reunited, and it feels so...

three

Monday

It was about twenty minutes after eight and Cam had just left. Though, I’d been up for a while since I had to make breakfast for him. I didn’t mind, because I was too anxious to sleep anyway. I was finally about to get out of this depressing ass house for a bit. And O was never boring, so I knew it was about to be a good time. Plus I was so ready to see him. I don't know why, but this particular stretch had felt much longer than all the others. I was on the way to go pack my bag when I decided to mess with him a little instead. I grabbed my phone ready to compose a text, but I already had a notification from him. 

Get up. I’m in route, on my way to you

It had only been there for one minute. I guess we both had the same idea to play this morning. 

I’m up. Been up

You ready?

Yes big head I’m ready 

Ok short legs I was just making sure

I hollered. He was just average height himself, and only about six inches taller than me. Calling somebody short. 

Lmao why you gotta take it there? I’ll be in your vicinity today, don't get beat up

I’m not worried

You should be

Why? Ain't nobody scared of you Jay Baby

Say it to my face

You think I won't

Ok keep that same energy when you see me

Oh fa sho, you do the same

Don't worry about me, you know I’m a G 

Keep talking with your bad ass 

You ain’t gon do nothing

Me and my big head can stay home

I’m not worried lmao you know you wanna see me

You ain't funny

And you ain't gotta lie, you chuckled 

Lol anyway I’m leaving now, I’ll be over there in a minute

I know 

Lmao whatever

I laughed aloud sending him three crying laughing emoji, then slid my phone down into my bra. Finally, I went over to the closet to fill my duffle. I threw a few casual pieces in first, because comfort over everything, and then I added about three or four that could possibly be worn out. I grabbed some sneakers, a couple pairs of heels, a little jewelry, underwear, pajamas, and I packed a separate smaller bag with all of my toiletries. I had taken a shower earlier so I was ready. For about a second, I debated on whether I should change, then decided against it. I knew we would be going right to sleep once we got to his place, so my loungewear would do. 

While I waited for him, I walked over to the mirror, happy that my home remedies had helped my bruises and swelling disappear so quickly. It had only been about two and a half days, but a few aspirin and some intense ice pack usage had really worked. My rug burns were scabbed, but I wasn't too worried about those since the majority would be under my clothes. However, there was still a tiny something at the corner of my mouth, so I covered it with a bit of concealer and finished it with some setting powder. And I was sure to toss the two of them into my makeup bag for later use. 

A little after nine, much to my delight, the doorbell rang. I squealed, giddy as ever, as I jumped up to walk to the door. And, when I opened it, before me stood my bestest friend in the whole world with the goofiest smile on his face. I laughed and invited him in, so excited that I was hardly able to get the door closed behind him. Then I kissed his cheek and pulled him into the tightest hug. It felt so good to be in his arms again. “Hey.” I spoke into his chest and his deep, honeyed timbre fluttered against my ears. 

“Hey.”

I closed my eyes and just held on to him, feeling completely carefree, taking in a moment that didn't get to happen as much as I’d like. I didn't want to let go. Until he took his face down to nuzzle my neck. I flinched and giggled, backing away from him and shielding myself with my shoulder. He knew better. “Don't…”

“Now what's all that shit you was talking?” he asked jokingly, looking down into my face and laughing. 

I tossed my head back, cackling, before I went to smack his arm. “Shut up.”

“Look out. You ready?”

“Yeah, just let me get my stuff.” I left his embrace and started for the living room where I had been waiting.

“Hurry up, get me out this nigga shit.”

I screamed. I knew he hated coming here. But this was his own fault. Because he also didn’t like texting to tell me he was outside, because to him it wasn't courteous. For the same reason, he didn’t like me taking Ubers to or from his place. I personally didn't have a problem with either. Both had been done maybe twice in the beginning and he told me he felt weird about it. I only half understood, but I didn't fight him on it. Honestly, it felt nice to actually be valued for a change. “Simmer down, sir. I’m coming.”

“You know you naked?” 

I paid him no mind and kept moving toward my bags, still tickled by his earlier demand. “Whatever. No, I’m not.” My boxers and tank were plenty clothes.

“Dude would probably have a fit if he knew you were leaving the house in that.” 

Slightly appalled, I stopped mid stroll and turned back to him. “Excuse you? He would also have a fit if he knew you were picking his girl up. But that hasn’t been an issue for you for how long now?”

“Good point. Carry on.” The way he waved me off almost had me in tears. My rebuttal had shut him up too quick. 

“I thought so.”

“Not even a jacket, though? It’s kinda cool out there.”

“I’ll be ok. I’m just running to the car then right into the house after that.”

“If you say so. But what happened to your knee?” 

“Oh, nothing. I scraped it on the carpet. It was an accident,” I hastily explained just under a shout, disappearing around the corner. I hoped I wouldn't have to go into more detail. Omari definitely wasn't shy about asking questions when he wanted to know something.

“Oh. Damn.”

I returned in no time with my duffle bag in hand and my purse on my arm. He took the bag, being his usual gentlemanly self, and I grabbed my keys to lock up the house. Once we were on the porch, I made sure to engage the alarm from my phone. Then he and I hopped into his white Range that I loved so much, and we were out. 

“You hungry?” he asked, yawning.

I yawned instantly, seeing him do it first. “Nah, I'm good. I just wanna go back to sleep.” 

“Word. Me, too.” 

After Cam was done packing last night, he woke me up for round three. Or maybe it was four. I don’t know. But it wasn’t uncommon for him to try and fuck me senseless before he left for work. I guess he thought overuse of his penis was what it took for me to still be there whenever he returned. Whatever the case, I was tired as hell and in need of some serious rest. 

2:04pm

I opened my eyes, slowly becoming aware that Jade and I were face to face. I lingered for a second, letting my vision clear up, enjoying the view more than anything, though. She was stunning. Just so beautiful. Her features had to have been sculpted by the most masterful hands, using only the finest of materials. The lines were sharp, but they had a softness to them. Her skin was golden like warmed maple on a glorious Sunday morning. When they were available, her round, dark brown eyes were gentle, yet so alluring. The way they sparkled in the sun always got me. To top it all off, her sultry pout sat perfectly beneath a nose that fit just right. She was flawless. 

While I stood stretching, yawning, alternating between bending and rubbing the arm she had been lying on, I could see a sense of calm in her expression. She always looked that way when we were together. Like she was happy. And I knew that wasn't the case at home. I tried not to think about it too often, but honestly it really bothered me. She hit me up pretty regularly, revealing how he talked to her, the many ways he mistreated her. But it was probably a lot worse than she was willing to admit. My instincts told me that he was putting his hands on her. She had never confirmed my suspicions, but I knew it was the truth. I knew. And the thought of that shit alone killed me. She was so sweet. So soft spoken and mild mannered. She didn't have a cruel bone in her body. I just couldn’t imagine her actually having the need to protect herself not only from harmful, ugly words but some nigga’s hand. It fucked me up. She was easily my favorite person. I hadn’t witnessed a more pure soul. And to be aware that she was suffering, especially through something so horrible and damaging, was beginning to be too much. I couldn't do shit about it. I couldn't fix it, I couldn't change it. All I could do was be there for her, give her a place to decompress from time to time. Which I loved. I wanted to help her in any way I could, but I was starting to feel like I was in over my head. Truthfully, I didn’t know how much longer I was gonna be able to do this. It was becoming very difficult for me to live with myself. My conscience was tearing my ass up. The most trifling woman didn’t deserve what she was being subjected to every day, and she wasn’t even guilty of anything. Her only fault was loving a nigga who meant her absolutely no good.

I didn't fully understand that either. Of course I knew love could make you do things you maybe wouldn't normally do, but in this case, what was there to love? How could she look at a nigga who was constantly causing her pain and feel anything other than hate? I just didn't get it. She had to know that whatever she was experiencing wasn't love. He was abusing her. How could she still love him? Why would she take his wrath and still allow him to receive all of her goodness? She had to know he didn't deserve it. She had to know that she deserved so much better. From any man. From life. From any situation she found herself in. She had to know that something wasn't right.

But she held fast to her claims. From the start she made it known that she was in a relationship and that she was in love. I respected her honesty, but her words and her actions never matched up. Her mood on the way to my place and the one on the way back to hers were always on two completely opposite ends of the scale. I don't know if she couldn't conceal it or if she just didn't care to, but it was painfully evident where she was excited to be and where she dreaded. She just didn't move like the taken woman she alleged to be. Not by her ‘man’ at least. 

I walked into the bathroom and made my way to the toilet. Then I went to the sink to wash up. I was leaning over brushing my teeth when I felt her arms wrap around me.

I kissed his back, resting my head right against his bare skin after. “Hey.”

“What’s up?” 

I caught his reflection in the mirror and, before I could stop them, my lips had curled into an enormous grin. I was so ridiculously glad to finally be in the same place as him. Plus he was so cute. He had toothpaste all over his mouth, but it took nothing away from his appearance. I couldn't help but notice how good we looked standing there together. A better best friend duo didn't exist. 

“I’ma start thinking you happy to see me in a minute,” he teased, finishing up at the sink. 

I busted out laughing. How dare he just blow up my spot like that? I let my arms fall from his waist. He turned to face me and I swatted his chest, backing away to leave the room. “Get off. Don't act like you didn't miss me.”

He followed me out, going toward his closet. “I already told you that. You know I’m always glad to be in your presence.”

“Um hmm.” I bashfully rolled my eyes, blushing against my own will. Thankfully he was trailing me. He went into the closet and I leaned up against the doorway. “So I thought about it, let’s stay in today.”

“Ok.” He took a t-shirt from one of the drawers and pulled it over his head. “That’s cool.”

“We can go do something tomorrow.”

“Well, I got a couple meetings,” he casually announced, walking over to the other side of the room headed for the couch.

“Awww.” I wasn’t expecting him to have to work so soon. “What time?”

“The first one is at nine in the morning, but neither of them should take too long. Nobody’s recording and I’m not mixing anything. So it should only be a few hours.” 

I stood as he sat, my demeanor in a totally different arena than before. My arms were loosely folded across my chest and a slight scowl had inevitably taken over my expression. “Ok.”

“Jay,” he chuckled, picking up the remote, “don't act like that.”

“I know what you call a few hours. I probably gotta be here all day without you.” 

“It won't be all day,” he claimed, giving the TV all of his attention as he flipped through the channels. “I should be back by around three at the latest. Maybe four.”

I smacked my lips, annoyed that he was alluding to seven hours being minuscule. That was most certainly the entire day. “That’s long.”

“Pooh, you know work doesn't stop. I’m always working.”

“I know, but I just got here.”

He sighed heavily, looking up at me with remorseful eyes and a frown to match. “Why you tryna make me feel bad?”

“I’m not. I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself,” I spoke lightly, but the defeat was heavy in my voice. I dropped my head and gave him my eyes, making sure to slouch my shoulders and pout as deeply as I could manage. I didn't even hold it long before we were both cracking up. 

“Don't even try it. Fake self.” 

“Whaaaat?”

“You just about to be sleep the whole time anyway.” 

I doubled over and slapped my knee, because he definitely wasn’t lying. “Whatever.” But I was not about to admit it. Instead, I went to my bag and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. “Be right back.”

[ducknotinarow]

What the Hell was he thinking? Was this really going to be the best thing for him to do. After the other night at Ozzy’s, everything had been so...painful. Yet, the heart yearned for what it wanted, and as much as Blitzo wished it would just stop, it wouldn’t. This may be the biggest mistake of his life, another regret to the never ending list, yet despite it, he clicks to call the one person that for a second, just for a brief perfect second, makes the World felt right.

Phone to his face, Blitzo sighed, hearing the phone ringing. Rubbing the back of his neck, he hears as the phone is finally answered. Before the other could say a word though, Blitzo up,

“Hey Stolas...it’s uh, it’s me, Blitzo.”

Yeah no shit it’s Blitzo, he highly doubts the Prince has deleted his number,

“Are you busy tonight?” He asks, “I uhm, I keep thinking of what happened Ozzy’s the other night, and how fucked it all get because of that stupid fucking clown.”

He grumbles some insult beneath his breath before continuing,

“I wanted to...I dunno, have another night with you? An actual date this time, and not at fucking Ozzy’s, the prick,” He’s going to be pissed off about that for years to come, “I mean if you wanted to...”

There’s a moment of silence, before he throws his head back and groans,

“Fuck, I’m being stupid Stolas, I shouldn’t just call you for this sorta shit,” He scolds himself, “Look, if you wanna, yanno, go on a date just call me back, I need to go slam my head against a wall until I no longer feel like a fucking idiot.”

|Muse interaction

Stolas had been hoping that the night at Ozzie's had to be a nightmare. That was the only case in the situation the owl wanted to accept. Curled up in a blanket wrapped up around him tightly binding him as he was slumping on the couch. Eyes focused on his tv screen in the living room a marathoning of 'Hell-a-Novela' was all he had really been minding since the other night. He needed the companionship of dear poor Gabriella, only she would understand his woes. The poor woman chasing after a love she just barely had in her grips but just couldn't seem to get her feelings to reach. Even when the chance finally arose for things to move in a more promising direction, like everything else it was torn down. Fantasy ruined and pulled back by harsh reality as consequences of actions were put in a literal spotlight. A heavy sigh escaped him, okay the last thought was more for his own situation than anything but viewing it through his favorite character just made it easier to digest if anything. Wiggling a bit so he could readjust how he was lying at the moment. In good timing, as his phone rang out suddenly, he glanced to watch the smoke screen rise and show it was Blitz calling him. Ever since they drove away in their van the other night Stolas wasn't all too sure if they would want to see him ever again. After all, they had stated about what he felt Stolas only sought and wanted from them. What could they be wanting? Stolas felt maybe for the best to give them a bit of space...well decompressing himself from everything. Struggling with the blanket to free his arms as he reached for the phone. Swallowing thickly before he answered.

should he use the usual nickname? just their name? would that be weird at this point, ah but the nickname was far too casual, right? Stolas went on to think as he reached up to his neck and started to scratch at it slightly. Luckily the imp cut in before he really needed to worry over his greeting anymore.

“Hey Stolas...it’s uh, it’s me, Blitzo.” Stolas felt a bit more at ease hearing them speak at least, hearing their voice and no yelling was a good sign, was it not? slightly tugging at his feathers now rubbing the ends of once between his talons. "Yes, of course, uh hello..Blitz" it just seemed more fitting to use their actual name he assumed now. Everything felt so off already, he thought to himself as he found himself tugging hard in the feather he was playing with as it came free from his neck. Leaving it to naturally fall to the couch. Oh, what could this sudden call be for? it was obvious right? Blitz didn't want anything with him anymore..he hated Stolas because he failed to make his intentions better known..well when intentions changed at least. He deserved this after all he had done if Blitz also wished to leave. Then who was Stolas to try and stop them, soon another feather was yanked out.

“Are you busy tonight?”

...well this question was far too and eerily familiar to his ears right now, for a moment Stolas needed to remind himself of his current surroundings because for all he knew the other day had truly been a nightmare. Course the slight sting from pulling at another feather was all he needed as a reminder...so was this a second chance? “I uhm, I keep thinking of what happened Ozzy’s the other night, and how fucked it all get because of that stupid fucking clown.” Stolas just listened closely to the imp every word even if he couldn't fully hear when they mumbled he needed this to be real. He thought holding tightly to the hand set of his phone as he press it closer to his ear.

“I wanted to...I dunno, have another night with you? An actual date this time, and not at fucking Ozzy’s, the prick,”

Stolas had to agree with that thought, if he ever stepped foot in the club again it would be far too soon... but they just said an actual date?! Standing up from the couch he couldn't help it. Needing to mute his story no longer cared what the poor imp woman was getting up to as he was reeling from the fact this was an actual date and with Blitzy made it far better! “I mean if you wanted to...” Of course, he did! nearly bouncing in place from the idea alone as he placed a hand to his cheek and let his eyes close just from the mere idea alone. Oh! eye's opening wide as he just noticed himself, he hasn't spoken a word, has he? “Fuck, I’m being stupid Stolas, I shouldn’t just call you for this sorta shit,” Shit Stolas speak! he yelled to himself. “Look, if you wanna, yanno, go on a date just call me back, I need to go slam my head against a wall until I no longer feel like a fucking idiot.” "WAIT! wait wait, please do not hang up Blitzy," hard to break the habit when he was in such a good mood now. Smiling to himself as he held the phone close to himself, running a talon through the curled cord of the line. " And please don't cause any harm to that handsome face of yours." He said first as he let his tone grow soft now "I've been thinking about the other night a lot as well, and I would love another chance for a proper date with you. To make up for what happened" Blitz didn't deserve that was all he could think in his biased mindset, not what happened at Ozzie's at all. Stolas started to pick his mind for ideas. Sure a night in was an option but.. Stolas wanted to avoid any chance for confusion on his intentions. No, they had to go out, out. "Why don't we go out for dinner together? I know many fine places that I can get us into just by saying I'm showing up after all and it'll be my treat. I'll even go pick you up." Stolas began to suggest, he just wanted to make up for what happened dotting and spoiling the imp seemed a good way to start. "Somewhere we can sort of just talk you know?" if things lead to more then that just meant a good night but it wasn't Stolas goal honestly he just wanted to spend the time with Blitz.

"Since I'm picking you up though I feel you should dress you're best for me Blitzy" He playfully added, "We can discuss details later, of course, I look forward to seeing you tonight though." He smiled relieved. "But please don't slam your head in the wall? promise me you won't? Guess I could always just take care of you instead?" he mulled over a moment before shaking his head. "I'll see you later say 8?" smile growing as he hung up. Looking back at his tv as he went to turn it off "Sorry dear but unlike you, I have plans with my man so I can't waste a second more on this I have to clean up after all." a slight giggle escaping him feeling the giddy feeling from the last time but this time more aware of what to expect...mmm Stolas best lookup conversation topics as well.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Suit Up

Warnings: dub/noncon sex (a good ole American fucking)

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky borrows a couple things from Steve.

Note: Okay so we wanted Bucky in the cap suit so here you go. I don’t need forgiveness, I’m already too far gone.

Anyway :) Please like, reply, and/or reblog if you read. <3 Love you all.

It was quiet at the compound. You had a few minutes to yourself, a fresh tea in hand as you sat in the kitchen and scrolled through your phone. Despite the lull, it had been a high pressure day. A press conference featuring your best and worst public faces. Steve was always good for his million dollar smile but Bucky’s brooding made him less than favoured by the media.

Stick to the talking points. The reminder had been given to both of them but Bucky knew the words were aimed at him. Smile and answer the questions, don’t say anything more than you need to. Bucky was good at the last part. Not the most talkative.

He had done quite well. His best appearance to date. He managed a closed-lip smile and came off as personable even if he looked a bit troubled when not speaking. Steve saved him. He assured the public of their last mission’s success and the necessity of collateral. No lives were lost, only material damage.

You read over the headlines, tweets, and hashtags. The reaction was mostly positive. Tony would be pleased. He was even more uptight about these things than you; his PR manager. He was especially paranoid about your treatment of Bucky, he said you were too easy on him. Maybe you were but you weren’t going to be a business bitch to your own boyfriend.

Speaking of. You sipped your tea as the voices interrupted your peace. Steve entered with his shield in hand. Bucky was just behind him. They were in mid-conversation as they came upon you on the stool with your English Breakfast.

“Hey,” You greeted as you set down your mug. 

“Hey,” Steve was smiles still; Bucky was less than. He grumbled his hello.

“You guys did great,” You praised, “Really. Hit every single point we went over. And you dealt with the Buzzfeed lady just perfectly.”

“Really?” Bucky came up beside you. He looked tired. “She didn’t seem to like me much.

“She doesn’t like anyone.” You assured him and touched his elbow. He bent to peck your cheek. “She no longer has clearance to attend Nat’s appearances ...due to security issues.”

“Oh, so she’s that one,” Bucky nodded, “It was really okay?”

“Perfect,” You promised him. Steve set his shield on the counter with a clink. “Shield was a bit much.”

“I said so but Tony said to take it.” Steve sighed. “Says it completes the image.”

“Oh yeah, it really complements that leather jacket,” You shook your head, “He may as well have you in the whole suit.”

“Please don’t put it past him,” Steve leaned on the counter as Bucky’s hand settled on your lower back. “I don’t think I could make it through sweating in that damned cowl.”

“Really that bad? Always thought the suit looked quite comfortable.” You joked. 

“Some of it. It’s improved. The stars and stripes they had me in before were the worst. Didn’t breathe at all,” He chuckled. “Just holding the shield gets a bit tiring.”

“Whine, whine, whine,” Bucky commented, “The guy’s been bitching all morning.”

“You wanna hold it next time?” Steve challenged lightly.

“Hey, I carry this thing around twenty-four seven,” Bucky tapped his vibranium shoulder. “Don’t think you’d be up for a fair trade.”

You stared at the silver rim of the bulls eye and took a drink of your tea as they bickered. “It looks pretty light to me.” You said. “Well, I mean not for me, but you make it look light.”

“I mean, it’s subjective,” Steve ran his fingers along the shields edge, “You can give it a try if you like.”

“What, uh no.” You stuttered. “No, I’d never...it’s like...sacred, isn’t it.”

“I toss that thing directly into flames, it’s far from fragile,” Steve scoffed, “Go on.”

He lifted the shield and rounded the island. Bucky stepped back and crossed his arms. He watched with pursed lips. You glanced at him. Did he disapprove? Steve offered the shield and you stared at it. 

“I don’t know. I’m not very strong.” You said.

“There’s straps,” He turned it and presented the thick leather handles. “I won’t let go unless you say so, okay?”

“Oh...fine,” You smiled, “How could I turn this up?”

You reached for the leather straps and Bucky loomed in your purview. Steve kept hold of the vibranium as you felt its weight and you bit your lip. You looked up at him nervously. “Just let go a little maybe? I don’t wanna drop it.”

“Sure,” He kept one hand on it and you threatened to tip. You planted your feet and nodded. He released it entirely and you wobbled. You grunted as you held it up with effort and he laughed in amusement.

“See, you got it,” He remarked, “You’re a lot stronger than you look.” He glanced at your phone beside your mug. “You wanna pic? People usually love that.”

“Oh, no,” You giggled. “That’s fine. I’m sure it looks ridiculous without the whole get up.”

“Ridiculous, eh?” Steve challenged.

“I didn’t mean…” Your arms slumped and Steve caught the shield before it could crash out of your grip. “Didn’t mean it like that, I just meant...I don’t know, it’s a whole look.”

Steve swiftly flipped the shield back onto the counter. You looked over as Bucky crossed to the fridge and opened it. He peered inside and pulled out a bottle of bright blue vitamin water. He turned back to you and cracked it open. He looked less than impressed.

“Sorry, arm’s attached,” He shrugged as he sat in your former stool.

“Buck,” You shook your head.

“Just a glorified plate,” He muttered.

“Hey, you could show off the arm, buddy,” Steve smirked. “You’re the one who hides it.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and swigged from his bottle. You reached for your mug and felt the heat rising from him. Was he jealous? Over a shield? You shrugged off his displeasure and sipped from your tea.

“Next time, don’t listen to Tony,” You advised. “The shield is a distraction and not a good one.”

-

You left the pair of super soldiers shortly after and returned to your office. Tony went over the press conference with a fine tooth comb and despite his best efforts, could find few faults. You were relieved and quickly got back to your perusal of social media to monitor the response. 

You left your office an hour late that night but Bucky had made himself sparse. He didn’t answer when you knocked and no texts chimed in your inbox. He was always quiet on press days. He needed to decompress. You’d give him his space and tell him how proud you were the next day.

You messaged him as you closed your door. Just checking in. You undressed casually as you moved around your room and left your clothes strewn along the chair. You turned on the shower and lost yourself in the steam. A long but otherwise successful day.

You pulled on a night shirt and settled into bed with your phone. Still no response. You distracted yourself with kitten pictures and dumb memes along your feed. You yawned and slumped down against the pillows. You texted Bucky again. No response. 

‘Hey, when’s the last time you saw Buck?’ You texted Steve. You just needed some assurance before you settled down.

You hit back and selected the “top ten moments from Steve Roger’s press conference.” That wouldn’t please Bucky, he was never mentioned.

You didn’t get past the first heading when the click startled you. You looked up as your locked handle rattled and cracked. You shimmied across the bed and stood as the door opened. You set aside your phone and gaped at the vision before you. Were you dreaming? Surely you were.

“Why’s your door locked?” Bucky asked and you blinked. 

For a moment, you thought Steve had broken into your room. The blue suit strained against his thicker arms and the shield was held lithely on his left forearm. His hair was hidden beneath the cowl and his jaw looked even squarer. He was wearing the Captain suit and it didn’t quite fit him. In fact, it was much too tight.

“What are you doing?” You laughed. Stunned.

“Don’t you like it?” He closed the door but it wouldn’t catch. The latch was entirely busted. “Isn’t this what you like?” He struck Steve’s typical stance, hands on belt as he posed. 

“What do you mean, Buck?” You trilled, thoroughly amused.

“I saw the look on your face,” He said darkly, “Heard the little glimmer in your voice.”

“Buck…” You shook your head. “We we’re having fun. That’s all.”

“You two were having fun,” He asserted. Your smile fell as he lowered the shield and stepped forward. 

“You’re jealous? Of me and Steve?” You scoffed. “That’s--Bucky.”

“You were practically drooling,” He snarled. “Isn’t this what you want? Good ole Cap to fuck you right?”

“Bucky,” You warned. “You’re being mean.”

“Mean? I’m making your dreams come true, babe,” He shoved the shield into the chair and turned back to you.

“I think you should go,” You tried to push past him and move the shield. “Put all this back before Steve notices.”

“I think you should listen to your captain,” He grabbed your arm and shoved you back towards the bed. “Look at you,” He inched the bottom of your night shirt up and peeked at your bare vee. “You we’re just waiting for this.”

“Bucky,” You pushed on his chest and he led you backward until your legs met the end of the bed.

“Captain,” He corrected you and nudged you back so that you fell onto the mattress. You bounced on your ass and tried to stand. He pointed a gloved finger hand at your face and tutted. “Don’t move.”

You sat and stared up at him. He reached up and removed the cowl and his hair spilled forth. “He’s fucking right about the helmet,” He threw it against the shield. He grasped the belt again and glared down at you. “Take that off.”

You winced in confusion. “Bucky, it’s enough.”

“Take it off,” He growled, each word punctuated. “Now.”

You huffed and tugged the tail of the night shirt from beneath your ass and pulled it over your head. He took it from you and tossed it away. You crossed your legs and arms in an effort to hide yourself.

“Why you being shy now, babe?” He felt along the belt. “He’s got lots of little toys for us to play with.”

Your nostrils flared and you stayed silent. You didn’t know what to say or do. It was like he was in a trance. On some mission and he wouldn’t stop until he was done. He held up a pair of cuffs; hi-tech and unbreakable. The kind they used for the most dangerous criminals. 

You shook your head. “Uh-uh.”

“What? Are you telling your captain no?” He sneered. He spun the cuffs around his finger. “Do you know the protocol for disobedience?” You gulped as he neared. He grabbed your hand and clasped a cuff around your wrist. “I mean, now I have to use these, don’t I?”

He pulled you around and dragged you across the bed on your knees. You tried to resist him but he was too strong. He looped the cuffs through the head board and caught your other wrist. He locked the other cuff and left you bent over, your hands bound to the frame.

“Bucky,” You said frantically. “Bucky, I don’t like this. You know I hate being trapped.”

“Shhh,” He hushed you as he paced around the bed. “Get that ass up, babe.”

You growled and pulled harder on the cuffs. The bed sank behind you and he grasped your hips. He forced your ass up and you wiggled against him. “I fucking mean it, Bucky.”

“Captain!” He barked and spanked your ass. Hard. You yelped. “Better start listening or I’ll see what else he has hidden in this belt.”

You sucked in your bottom lip and groaned. He kneaded your ass as you tried to lower it and pinched. 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” He warned. “Keep it up.”

Your shoulders strained and you fell down on your elbows as you kept your ass in the air. He pushed your legs apart with his and pressed his crotch to you. He rubbed against you until you felt his erection through the suit. 

He brought his hand up between you and shoved his gloved fingers along your folds. You tremble and he played with you. Despite your confusion, your fear, your anger, you were wet. You hadn’t fucked since before his last mission. He had been too anxious about the conference. 

He slicked the fingertips of the leather gloves and pushed them inside. You whined at the sudden intrusion and he buried his fingers as far as they would go. He drew them in and out a few times until your juices had spread. He removed his hand and fumbled between your bodies.

He pressed his cock along your ass and down to your pussy. You leaned forward and he pulled you back. He entered you in a single motion and you gasped. You held onto the bedframe as you struggled not to fall onto your face. He reared and slammed back into you as hard as he can. He was never this rough with you.

“You think he can fuck you like this?” He hissed between thrusts; each harder than the last. “Hmm? You think Captain America can make you cum?”

You arched your back as he fucked you. The fabric of the suit chafed against your ass as he guided your hips. Your legs trembled as he plunged deeper and deeper. You couldn’t help the twinge you felt at your core. The gathering fervour that nipped at your flesh. 

“Is this what you think of when you fuck me?” He snapped and you looked over your shoulder at him. His eyes were dark and furious. He grabbed your head and forced it down to the mattress. “Hmm? Are you thinking of him breaking your little pussy?”

“No,” You panted as your arms were stretched painfully above you. “No.”

“Oh yeah?” He sped up and you moaned. 

“No, no, not him,” You swore between gasps. Your orgasm hovered just along your spine. “Only you. Bucky…”

“Captain,” He let go of your head and smacked your ass. 

He pushed your pelvis down to the bed so your legs splayed out between him and he continued to pound into you. He pinned your shoulders down with his hands and hammered into you.

“Oh, oh, oh,” You ascended quickly, “Captain. Oh, Captain!”

You cried out in orgasm and spasmed beneath him. You heard a creak as you buried your face in the pillows and Bucky’s rhythm wavered slightly. He moved his hand to the back of your head again and kept your face towards the wall.

“Again,” He ordered, “Louder.”

“Oh, Captain,” You exclaimed as your pussy thrummed around him. “Captain, Captain, Captain…”

He grunted and groaned. He bucked against you and his breath hitched as he came. The ribbons coated your walls as he slowed and chuckled. He smacked your ass as he leaned back and slowly pulled out.

“Sorry about that,” Bucky said nonchalantly as he climbed off the bed, “Didn’t hear you knock.”

“What?” You lifted your head and looked over your shoulder. Steve stood in the door and stared at your naked body across the bed. You closed your legs as his eyes drifted to your dripping pussy. “Bucky!”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky tucked his cock away and neared his friend. “I’ll have the suit cleaned.” He clapped Steve’s shoulder and gripped the door with his other hand. “But if it’s alright with you, I’m not done with it just yet.”

You couldn’t see past Bucky and were glad for it as you listened to Steve sputter and the rush of his footsteps as he retreated down the hall. Bucky closed the door and grabbed the shield to prop up against it so that it didn’t budge. He turned back to you and reached into his pants.

“Shit,” He stopped short as he came to the end of the bed, “Was that rude? Should I have invited him to join?”

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A Girl Walks Into A Bar 15

Characters: Declan Harp x Bella Fiore (OFC)

Summary: Modern Declan harp AU. Declan and Bella finally find personal and professional satisfaction together.

Warnings/Tags: Mild Language.Drinking. Date Night. Flirting. Music. Sexual Content.  

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The week between their date and the first night of the music shows at the bar goes by quicker than either expected. Bella worked, then went to the bar after to help set up her end of this whole endeavor. The construction didn’t help matters when it came to testing a sound system, but they had the day to work out any kinks, and she suspected there would be a fair share. The rest of her time was dedicated to getting the word out about the show. She’d texted, called and messaged everyone she knew that might be interested. She put out ads online and in hard paper publishing’s, on the radio and hung flyers. She put in the footwork and the thumb work, putting blood and sweat into the success of the idea. Bella helped with building, cleaning, ordering and planning. Anything she could. They spent a lot of time together that week, but it was in a strictly professional capacity. Too tired, stressed and distracted at the end of the night to even think about moving their physical relationship closer. They were both thankful for the mutual understanding between one another. They’d both been exhausted by the time the crews left, sharing a kiss only after they were alone, which she appreciated greatly. They both had too much on their minds to think about much else except the bar and the show.

So the night of finally comes for the tired but excited entrepreneurs. A lovely sunny Saturday was quickly turning into a hot night in the newly renovated bar. Declan might’ve let Bella talk him into a bit much. Between his excitability about the idea and wanting to impress her, he’d made more changes in the past week to the bar than it’d seem in over a decade. He hoped this would be a success before, for both of their sakes but now covering the costs was another reason to worry. He did have to admit standing in thecleam and more modernized wooden dive , it looked good.

A new point of sales, the register now one touch and fast, the touch screen and metal out of place among the rest of the aged wooden bar. New temperature controlled taps finished bringing them into this century, everything cleaned and dusted and polished and up to code. She even talked him into buying snack food to sell. Small menus they’d curated and she designed were sat out on tables, a few new booths, black faux leather and new metal bar stools mixed with the old wooden ones gave it a touch of modernity but it still kept the vintage and dive feel. He’d appreciated her attention to detail during the process, not wanting to change what it was, just make things easier on him in the long run with technology and durability.

Bella trots about in heels and a tight dress, the same dress as she’d worn on her date. But this time in black, her comfort color. A sheer and flowing kimono covered with roses over a black background masked her curves and kept her flirty but professional. There was wiggle room when working in the music industry with what was considered professional and not, and Bella liked riding that line. She had a pen in her hair and a clipboard in her arms as she directed bands and their crews, turning what used to be the kitchen into a temporary green room.

Besides the physical bar, Declan hadn't had to worry about much else. He’d loved watching Bella work. Seeing her with her no nonsense expression, scolding men who weren’t performing up to her standards was really doing it for him, he admitted. He mused and polished the bar top, a nervous habit, and watched her with fondness in his hazel eyes. He felt his nerves for the night pass, replaced with a school boy like fascination as she moved around his space as if it was hers.

The stage was set, the boys tended to in the green room, some friends of hers from way back in her days of performing, and Declan’s part of the work was caught up.

“Bella! Can you come here when you get a second?” He calls out from the back room with the same casual tone he’d yelled it at her so many times over the past few days.

“Yeah just a sec!” She answers absentmindedly, checking off tasks on her thorough list. She sashays into the back to find him waiting, a smile on his face without anything in hand for her to address.

“C’mere.” He calls softly, taking her hand and pulling her behind the door to the stairs to his apartment. It was a brief moment of sanctuary he’d been craving. The hustle of the bar quieted by the door, a moment without prying eyes to decompress. “I didn’t think I’d get another chance to talk to you alone.” He took the clipboard from her hands and placed it on a stair gingerly.

“Is something wrong?” She asks with curious eyes.

“I hadn’t gotten a chance to thank you.” He answers in a warm, deep tone, leaning in to wrap his arms around her. She understood his intention with the way his mouth turned up in the corner. A soft smile she’d only seen on him with thru we’re alone. She let her guard down, having to slip out of boss mode to return the affection.

“Don’t thank me yet.” She shook her head as he leaned in for a soft kiss. “Still have to see who shows up.” She murmurs against his lips.

He could tell she was nervous, and granted, so was he. But he had total faith in her abilities after watching her all week. “Even if just a handful do I still need to thank you. For everything this week. You didn’t have to step up like you did.” A calm and reassuring tone matches his expression as she finds herself much more pliable and soft than had been since the last time she was in his arms.

“Of course I did.” She insists with a nod of her chin his way. “Not gonna let you look bad now am I?” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“I look bad standing next to you... lookin like this.” A brief but strong enough squeeze of her hips was enough to get his point across.

“Never.” The shake of her head sold her dramatic enthusiasm. ”You do look good though.” She smirks and looks him over, fingers trailing over the strong arms he was showing off with his deep side cut old Sabbath shirt and jeans that fit him suspiciously well.

“So do you.” A brief muzzle of nose to nose. “Very… sexy Stevie Nicks.” He praised.

“Just so happens to be exactly what I was going for.” She smiled proudly.

“I know there’s a lot going on tonight, but I had one more thing to ask you.” His eyes turn a bit soft and he fussed with a wild curl of her hair.

“Shoot.” She invites.

“Even if it’s super late… and we’re both too fucking tired to do anything… I’d like you to stay with me tonight.” He suggests with a sweet whisper, his posture almost sheepish.

“Like, sleep here you mean?” She clarifies.

“Yeah.” He pauses with a brief moment of questioned judgement. “Is that-?”

“No! That’s… fine that’s… that’s good. I’d like that.” She reassured him so casually he exhaled loudly in relief. “It’ll give me something else to look forward to tonight.” She beamed a killer smile, a genuinely affectionate one that makes him hum happily.

“Before I let you go… do you wanna make out?” He asked childishly, making her chuckle and wrap her arms around his neck. “I haven’t got to really kiss you all week.” He adds with more sentimental inflection.

“And I wanna thank you for not doing this or anything else in front of anyone else.” Her voice is deeper, her face relaxed. “Not that I’m like, ashamed or something I just prefer keeping work and play separate you know.”

“I assumed.”

“And I’ve went and mixed the two as much as possible haven’t I?” She grins and grazes his nose to hers.

“Fraid So.” He hums back with content, a small kiss to start and it grows hungry as it always does for them. A small moment to melt into each other, hands in hair and over needy bodies to hold off the hunger for another evening.

“Missed that.” She whispers when they part, his forehead to hers.

“So did I.” He gives her a less romantic, more playful smooch to make her smile.

“Hopefully we won’t be too exhausted to continue that after we close up tonight.” Her words were suggestive but her tone wasn’t convinced.

“One can hope.” He nods with high brows.

“Either way. We’ve got all day tomorrow together.” She happily adds with a kiss to his cheek.

“Mmm. That we do.” A few quick kisses to her cheek, jaw and neck make her give up that giggle for him. He gave her a squeeze before they parted, one last time before they were professional again. “Let’s go get em baby.” He mutters with a cheerful face before they break the seal on another little love bubble they’d created.

———

Declan, Mike and Bella Knick back celebratory shots for making it this far and to ease the pre show jitters. They all stand and look at each other, anxious glances and blinking eyes before facing the truth.

“Let’s fuckin do this.” Declan booms loudly and slaps his hands on the bar top sudden to cut the tension.

Bella smiles at his enthusiasm. “Don’t scar em off before they even get in the door ya lion. Roarin and carryin on.” She teases as she walks to the half stained glass and barred door. “Here we go.” She whispers to herself to pass from her true self to hostess before opening the door.

The bar wasn’t small by any measure, but the amount of people that showed up made it seem like it might’ve been. The speakers covering the music before the bands started cutting any awkward silence, the drinks and conversation going all mingle to create a good atmosphere. Bella stepped in to help take out orders when she could, focusing on Directing people and handling hospitality while Mike and Declan were swamped at the bar.

Among the bumping of shoulders, the dull roar of music and voices, she realizes She’d missed this. The rumble and buzz of a crowded club felt Nostalgic and comforting. The vibration of the music through her body while she moved about made her feel younger, more alive. She felt a moment of pride for her work and gratitude for having found the gem of a bar. She even felt Fond for the bad day that sent her there, and the drunken night that lead to all this.

It doesn’t take long for the tension to build between Declan and Bella. It was effortless on their part. As She was hovering and helping them, he kept getting sight of her and meeting eyes. They’d pass chest to chest, back to back behind the bar and she’d give him a wink no one could see while her tits dragged across his torso. He’d shoot her a look, and she knew exactly what it meant. An almost threat she felt like antagonizing. Both moving about the space they would pass each other, he’d give her a deep “hey baby.” In her ear when he could.

The crowd gets rowdy, as crowds do, and she ends up getting pushed around a bit and into him a few times. He was keeping work in mind but also, maybe staying near her unconsciously. He’s thankful when she gets shoved right into him so he can comfort her. “Hey, careful baby girl.” He warns with warm and sure hands to her body that make it react. Another low purr in her ear adds weight in her chest as she tried to focus on work and not the huge, sexy bartender that was trying to get in her panties. Not that he had to try very hard. His swoon inducing genuine smiles and his flexing bare arms were cause enough to distract her. She kept it together as she always did, but it certainly did add a bit of spice to the evening she was more than excited about.

“Boys are taking a break after this song Bella!” An old friend who was helping with sound and stage yells at her and she felt the butterflies arrive. They break her steamy day dreams to give her another sort of tingle and rush. She hadn’t performed for a crowd in years. She’d always loved it, but there was more money in being the person running the machines for people who were on stage. It hadn’t stopped her from fantasizing about doing it from time to time. It was a high she had yet to find a way to replicate.

The boys announce their break and give her an introduction. An old friend and very talented woman who was nice enough to do a set and let them take a breather she was generously called. The crowd is fairly disinterested, as was standard, but there were certainly a lot of them.

“I’ll be filling in the down time for you guys, with my friends tonight. We’re gonna start slow, let you get your drinks and snacks, go take a piss, all that.” her on stage presence demanding and confident she fell right back into it with a calm Demeanor. “Be sure to try to the Ale special. It’s my favorite and The Trading Post is one of the few places you can get it in the city. So go hit up that hot bartender and he’ll give ya what ya want.” She laughs with a charm that all women react to. A few ‘woos’ and Declan grins broadly, waving his distractingly thick arms.

“Nice and easy, take a break yourselves, gonna start with some Kacey Musgraves.” She says with a bow, starting with an acoustic guitar first. Slow Burn fades into Golden Hour and Declan is bewitched. He wished he could just sit and watch her, her voice was sweet but raspy, it melted him like butter with the sentimental words she sang. Every time she’d sing she’d surprise him somehow, and every time he was smitten.

“We’re going with the legend, the legs, Miss Tina Turner now. Kick it up a notch, wake the blood back up. Proud Mary.” She speaks the intro, “...gonna start this song out easy. Then we’re gonna end it rough.” And she delivers. A song most everyone knew, enjoying the soulfulness of her voice and then being taken into a double time, loud performance with her moving and dancing and singing, swinging her head and getting everyone’s attention again.

“And to wake you the fuck up the rest of the way!” She calls out, hair a mess and a sheen of sweat on her she roars right into Ace of Spades and the crowd eats it up. Her growling out and her rasp giving her the means to deliver the fast and hard song. She plays her guitar like a dream and Declan stops and stares. He’s never seen her do THAT.

“Holy shit.” He mouths with a slack jaw.

“Ya girls fuckin got it dunnit she lad?” Mike laughs with a slap to his back.

“Yes she fuckin does. God damn.” He answers in awe. “I’m gonna take a break, gotta ask her where the fuck this came from.” He mutters with open arms as her head hangs with her hair wild and waving, fingers picking and playing in a flash.

It ends with a hard note and the crowd now fully invested again gives her applause she happily takes. She hears a familiar loud voice by the front by the stairs.

“FUCK YEAH BELLAAAAA!” Declan’s large lungs scream out and she whips her hair to one side and gives him a disarming smile. She didn’t mind the support at all. She steps off stage after the other band returns and Declan is there to squeeze her so hard her feet leave the ground. “I’m buying you a drink! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could do that!”

“I haven’t in a very long time.” She responds with a beaming smile her self fulfillment clear in her eyes.

“Let’s get you sat down.” He offers over the noise of the crowd and uses his big frame to carve a way to a small booth you couldn’t see the stage from. To her surprise he sits first and pulls her in on his lap and she happily accepts. With the crowd now absorbed back into the showroom and their conversations of praise to her from strangers cease and they’re left with one another again. He motions to Mike to bring over drinks. “You were so fuckin good baby. Seriously. I mean it. Fuckin amazing.”

“Shots and an ale.” Mike says proudly. “Ya fuckin killed it out there, lass. Good on ya.” He gives her a happy nod she thanks him for.

Declan gives her a toast to the glass shot glasses that clink as they nod and throw them back. With an exaggerated exhale he wraps his arms around her, one on her hip to keep her in place, pulling her close so she puts an arm around him, face still content from the performance. The other hand rests on her bare thigh, his lap big enough for her to crawl into and bend her legs over his own. “You were so fuckin good up there baby.” he speaks in a deeper, slow tone that makes a more suggestive smile flare across her lips.

“Thank you.” she gives him a brief up and down glance. “You’d get a good uptick in sales from my little shout out?” she gives him a cheeky grin, her hand moving to push back a strand of hair that’d fallen from where he’d tied it back.

“Yes you sneaky little thing.” he gives her a happy low rumbling laugh, a tiny little pat to her ass that makes her nose wrinkle, giving in to her laugh. “What about not mixing business and personal? Huh?” he teases with his nose coming close to grazing hers.

“Eh. Me playing isn’t business.” she dismisses with a shrug. “That’s just fun. Plus it got everyone's attention didn’t it?”

“I think that was you that had all that. They were loving it.” he adds supportively, both speaking soft and low and only to each other. “I know I did. You sing like a...horny angel.” he chuckles.

The explanation makes her shoulders shake in a laugh and gently touch the side of his face. “I like that description.” she nods. “Except for that angel part…” she shrugs. “Pretty spot on actually.” she gives him a sly smile that turns into a flirtatious one that covers her whole face.

“I disagree but I am VERY intrigued.” he wiggles his eyebrows and he hears that little giggle from her that makes his chest flutter.

“I don’t think you’ll be calling me an angel after tonight.” she speaks quietly and peeks her tongue out from between her lips.

“Mmm that so?” his voice swings low, she can feel a distinct rumble in his body under hers.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nods, her hand now tracing the outlines of his sleeves as she looks him over with a hunger in her eyes. “Keep these shots in me and it’ll be especially true.” she tilts her head in support of her statement and smirks. “Or hell…” she shrugs, “Who am I kidding? With you? Stone cold sober I’d be inclined to behave sinfully.” her voice is just loud enough for him to hear when he leans close, getting a wiff of her sweet perfume and the tickle of her hair against his skin.

“I”m hearing nothing I don’t fully support.” he coos at her, eyes gazing over her face and lingering at her lips set in a seductive pose.

She lets out a sigh that surprises him, her hand moving to his chest, running back up to his shoulder and neck and back again as she bites her lip. “Maybe it’s the performance high. Or that shot on an empty stomach but…” her eyes return to meet his that are deep and dark and only make the fire in the pit of her stomach burn more intensely. “I weirdly don’t feel at all shy to admit that watching you tonight has done nothing but distract and make me realize just how fucking sexy you are.” her lip snarls ever so slightly with her delivery, her fingertips light on his bare skin as he feels a tensing between his legs. “Or how every night since our date I’ve thought about how it felt with you on me on that couch.” Her voice is so soft and demanding of him.

“Everytime I look at you I think about that couch.” He admits with a quirked brow. “Everytime you get close I have to touch you.” They share lingering glances between them, his mouth slack and taking in her soft expression for him, her biting her lip and wanting to sink her teeth into him. The sexual chemistry between them was undeniable and they didn’t have to wait long. “God I wanna kiss you so bad right now.” He whispers and she reaches up to touch his cheek.

“Then do it.” She leans in and whispers.

“But there’s people, I didn’t know if-“

“I don’t care.” She shakes her head and gives him an approving smile. “I want you too.” A breathy confession from her as her thumb rubs over his cheek bone. “Fuck what they think.” She nods her head back towards the crowd. “They don’t matter.” Her lips ghost over his as she gives him permission and an alternative sweetness he was growing to really love.

It doesn’t take him a second longer before leaning in to take her mouth against his. His arms instinctually move around her tighter, a hand on her under her shawl feeling the soft jersey stretch of the fabric of her dress. The other on her bare thigh, the heat between them searing.

She doesn’t pull away, only deepens it as his eyes roll behind their lids for the public display of affection from her. Deep rounds with teasing tongues and tense hands that roam ever so slightly they give in and forget anyone else is around them. It does eventually end but not without their foreheads together, two aroused expressions shared that told them that no matter what they would be taking this further tonight.

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Counting the money in the till, still sober enough to do so after celebratory shots on the raving success the night had been. Bella, who’s seen him shut down the bar so many times does it for him. Locking up, Turning off signs, sweeping and wiping down as he counts and figures out the new POS system he’d installed. He uses his personal laptop for now to do his spreadsheets, saying they’ll get a company one soon. It looks as if they would be able to afford it with how things went. Between easily remembered amounts, he watches her. In just her dress now, shawl forgotten, laid over her purse in the back on a counter he sees her body stretch and jiggle and finds himself quickly forgetting about the money in his hands and the numbers on the screen.

Bella only had a quick conclusion on her mind. Getting everything done as fast as she could to get back to being close with Declan. An excitement in her muscles, a tension in them that was exhilarating. Finishing, she moves to the bar top, lifting herself up and plopping down on it as he finished his part of the rituals.

“Does Mike usually stay to help you with all this?” she asks, feet swinging off the edge of the bar.

“Yeah. But I told him to get lost.” he grins, laying another stack onto the counter.

“Good.” she gives the same smile back, even though they don’t look at each other. “Looks like you did pretty well tonight.” she remarks, a supportive nod of her head his way.

“WE did VERY well actually.” he lets out a soft chuckle. He puts everything with the receipts and notes into the money bag, concluding the count.

“It’s not easy moving around behind this bar.” she keeps her eyes to the ground, letting him concentrate, not knowing if he was finished or not. “Especially with more than one person. Since you’re so ...big and all.” a grin with her clear intentions spreads across her face.

He stands with his head tilted slightly, looking her up and down, an expression that was dark, giving way to a subtle smile as he moved forward. His hand drug across the bar surface, not lifting when he meets the skin of her thigh. A rather cocky smirk on his face as he moves chest to chest, both hands now on her legs, a slow rub up to her hips and back, easily slipping into a more sensual mindset.

“Am I?” he gives a sarcastic remark that makes her beam up at him, a closed mouth smile and eyes that now had the same intention as his.

“Mmm Hmm.” she nods slowly, hands moving up his arms, feeling the flex of them under her fingers. “Must be really… hard. Doing this by yourself.” her voice has dropped a few octaves, same as his. Hands now to her backside, hers in his hair as he yanked her closer, now held on the edge of the counter.

“So fuckin’ hard.” he leans in and almost groans as he watches her chest rise, any innocent intention in her eyes now gone.

“Are you?” the same cheeky response as he had earlier.

He only nods, hand moving to her face before closing the space between them, his body wasn’t going to let him waste any more time.

The kisses grow at a feverish pace, deep and indulgent. Desperate to be as close as possible, her hips even out with his, feeling the friction they craved. Her legs swinging back before wrapping around his waist, her heels hits the control panel for the speakers and music begins to play. He makes no acknowledgement, kisses traveling to her jaw and neck as she lets out a small chuckle.

“Oops.” she shrugs and he grunts in response, pulling her closer.

He shushes her, taking her mind back to where he wants it with a biting kiss, and she eagerly responds with her own noises.

“We’ve even got mood music now babe, you gonna make me wait much longer?” she whispers in his ear before taking his lobe into her mouth.

“Ungf. No.” he responded in an almost animalistic way, hands sliding under her quickly, adjusting his grip.

“You gonna fuck me on this counter or are we gonna make it upstairs?” her voice a breathy exhale against his neck as she placed little sucking kisses, feeling him tense beneath her.

“Upstairs.” he grunts again, picking her up, her letting out a tiny noise of surprise at being lifted and carried.

“Mmm. What a gentleman.” she grins between kisses, a hefty bounce as he carries her, his boot opening the door as he stomps up the stairs. She was extremely impressed with him physically already and he wasn’t even naked. The sounds of Trampled Under Foot certainly didn’t hurt the rush of feelings they were both experiencing. Her suggestive words turn quickly to eager sounds between rounds of kisses as he kicks open his door, something that made her body tense with pleasure at the witnessing of it. With another boot to the metal door, slamming it shut, anything besides the raw sexual need they both felt for each other was forgotten behind it.

They had built the emotional chemistry, then came the sexual, and that they had in spades, and now they had the time. His apartment was all exposed brick walls, the only light outside the bedroom coming from the street lamp through a window in the kitchen. Once they passed the barrier to his bedroom, she found only a single neon sign on that cast the room in a mood setting red glow. The decor was minimum, his sheets black and soft, bed unmade and clothes strewn over an old worn chair in the corner by a closet with no door. It screamed bachelor pad but she rather liked the casual, rustic, industrial aesthetic.

She takes in the red glow, the faint buzz of a vintage restored sign above his bed as he wastes no time and lays her back, feet just dangling over the sides. He moves fast and yanks his shirt over his head, eyes hungry as they watched her sit up on her knees and peel off her dress. A low rumble from his rapidly rising and falling chest as he gets his first good look at her. Almost bare except for the black bra and panties, the low light still held plenty to see as her curves were backlit in a silhouette that made him reach down and readjust himself in his tight jeans.

She reaches out and gets her hands flat on his torso to run down his belt, practically drooling at the sight and feel of him. Before she can go further he takes her by surprise and knocks her onto her back, feet kicking up in the air as he returns to the greedy kisses they’d paused before. He had to feel her before she touched him, he hoped he would last and not disappoint after the painful build up to their first time together. He gets to feel her warm olive skin give under his harsh grip she only responds in favor to. But soon she gets impatient for him.

“Mmph Declan.” A panted out and needful voice makes his eyes roll behind their shut lids.

An “Mmph?” Of his own in response, giving her room to speak as his lips move to her chest.

Her hands return to his belt and begin the metallic noises that signal something good to come. “I just want you tonight. There’ll be time for slow later...” she whines and shifts her hips under him, “no waiting just… fuck me.” Every part of his body responds to her breathy and surprisingly polite request of him.

“You sure?” A deep groan that makes her muscles deeply twitch inside her. Fingers on her bra clasp as she nods quickly and gets her hands into his undone jeans. “Whatever you want Bella.” He coos as he raises and she finishes the job, quickly but not bashfully tossing her bra across the room, watching him toe off his boots and lose the jeans.

With a bitten lip and hungry eyes she shimmy’s out of her panties, also wildly abandoned to the depths of his room. He palms himself over his tight boxer briefs and hums at the sight laid out beneath him. Every part of her was soft and silky and thick. Two muscular and hefty thighs framed a soft and chubby pair of pussy lips that her fingers disappeared into as she looked up at him.

“God baby you’re… fuck… look at you.” After the bra was tossed, and although it was a very sexy one, he was happy to admit, it’s disappearance revealed two natural and weighted breasts, even and bouncing, silver bars catching the light he thought the rest of her couldn’t also be as perfect. He was never more happy to be wrong. “You sure you don’t want any foreplay? Because FUCK I just want to bury my face between those thighs.” He rasps, hand now wrapped around himself through his boxers.

She gives him a seductive smile that makes his balls tighten, fingers in small circles, mostly hidden but he could see the light on the slick of her. “I’m sure.” She purrs, lifting the two previously hidden fingers and showing him the sticky remnants left. “I’m so fucking wet for you babe...” her long lashes bat up at him and he wants to eat her alive. He couldn’t have been happier she wasn’t being reserved or even remotely shy. She then put the fingers on display into her mouth, sucking them dry and he involuntarily releases a growl through a tight jaw. “Just fuck me already.” A playful nod of her head before sitting up and batting his hands away to finally have her eyes on him. And she was not let down.

“Fuck me…” She whispers, revealing a cock she would have written a song about. She takes both her hands to hold the heavy, uncut girth of him. Everything framed by dark thick hair. He was well over 6 inches, she could tell that much, possibly nearing 7, but what was even more impressive was how thick he was. She wanted to wrap her mouth around him and taste him, but she’d already proclaimed there’d be time later. She gets distracted, and who could blame her with a cock like his in her hands. Running over it before going to his balls which makes him emit a deep sigh.

Her silence and awe on her face clear he feels his ego rise. He’s never been insecure, for good reason, but seeing the lust burn clearly on her face filled him with a deep satisfaction. Taking himself into his hand and slowly pumping, a low and entirely confident voice purrs down at her. “Like what you see baby?” A smirk that made her want to smother him between her thighs rests on his face as she looks up at him.

“You know I fucking do.” She challenges him with snarled lips before reaching to yank his boxers off the rest of the way, scooting up the bed as he slips them off, seeing the animalistic prowl towards her before taking control of her mouth with his. His hands find her center quickly, and even though she’d proclaimed no foreplay, she didn’t fight him as his fingers explored how she was put together. Mapping out her clit and making her toes twitch before he sinks one, then two fingers into her. With a steady push behind them and an easy curve he gets to watch the first waves of pleasure pass over her face. She didn’t melt and sigh like he was used to seeing women do. Her eyes do roll back, but her lips snarl, teeth clenched as she moans for him with a tilted back head, legs splayed wide and welcoming. She was soaked, there was no denying the fact but he continues a few strokes before a third finger joins to test how she’d be able to take him. With a tiny whine, eyes returning to his with a more submissive cast to them he eats up her small moans as she adjusts. “Shit.” She swears out of nowhere fully grabbing his attention as he quickly removes his fingers and his eyes already full of apologies for her. “No, I’m fine. I forget the condoms in my bag downstairs.” She rubs her face with one hand, voice exasperated.

“Oh.” He lets out a snort of relief. “I’ve got us covered, don’t worry.” He shakes his head and she gets to see the great expanse of him reach into the bedside table and stretch above her. As it always went, he rolls it down over his length and she once again gets to marvel at him and how he can fill the tight cover.

It had been years since Bella had slept with anyone. She had plenty of toys and was no stranger to them, which helped in this particular situation, but her toys were not him. Even though not monstrous, and thank goodness for that, he would be the biggest guy she’d ever been with, and she knew there would be pain before pleasure. Luckily for both of them, she was a fan of both sensations.

“Ready baby?” He asks with a gentler turn to his low roar.

“Fuck yes.” She gives him a lusty glance that makes his heart react in a funny way, pressing forward with the winning attention his cock was demanding where it stood hard and proud and eager.

Settled between her legs, he raises to his knees to guide himself. An up and down over her thick pussy lips, glistening with wet for him she lays on her elbows to watch him, hand lowering to be helpful to spread her lips apart for him, his heavy head rubbing against her hard clit and revealing her soft pink center. As soon as he presses into her, he feels the resistance and knows he’s mentally going to have to prepare to go slow. He leans over her, still pressing as he can sense the discomfort she’s feeling. “If it hurts you-“

“Keep going.” She shushes him, fingers to his lips before pulling him flush against her, head notching in as her knees spread and fall back for him. With slow, deep kisses of intertwining tongue and moans it helps distract them for a moment, a slow push and in and out of himself.

With a few inches of progress she’s starting to relax, and is so appreciative of his patience. But she lacks that trait. “Fuck you’re so tight babe.” An almost defeated hoarse whisper escapes him as he hangs his head into her neck.

“And you’re so big.” She replies with a still happy sounding exhale. “Keeping goin, I want it all.” Her fingers dig into his back, no nails yet as she feels the pain and let it melt into pleasure as he sucks away at her breast. He fills her up so completely she feels as if he’s in her stomach when their hips finally meet again. A louder moan now, an exhale let out they didn’t know they were holding in. A slow drag out causes her to shudder beneath him. A moan that starts low and ends with a needy pitch makes his eyes roll back.

He’d imagined these sounds, and now he had them. more importantly he had her, skin to skin and nothing else between them, he had her all to himself and he felt a deep need to keep her that way. “You okay?” He asks against the bend of her neck, feeling her nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, fuck, more.” She whines, turning her head before crashing her mouth into his, hands in his hair as she gives over completely. With a masculine moan he pushes back in and causes her to interrupt the passionate kisses with an arch of her back and an open mouth. ”Oh my...fuck.” A guttural prayer from her lifted chin as her eyes fully roll back and he gets to soak up every bit of her animated reactions. He pauses again and she whines for more, her hand sliding between them to rub her clit. “Don’t stop anymore, just fuck me Declan, you feel so fucking good.” Her voice is hoarse and direct, her kisses much the same they follow, his hands now on her thigh to hold her steady, feeling them tense and shake with every pump. She was starving for his kisses, teeth tugging on his lips and growling in retort when he’d part from her. She was writhing under him, back arching and hips pushing back on him, there was nothing subtle about her like this. He felt bare with her in more than the physical way.

He met every buck of her hips and kiss of her mouth as she sought him out with growing desperation. She’d never felt so full before, physically or emotionally from sex. He was meeting her passion with his own matched, both arching and bowing against the other as the growing tension between them is fueled by their friction. With his hand gripped into the covers by her head, she raises her free hand to push the hair back from his face. She knew she wasn’t ending the night dissatisfied and found her mind wanting to focus on things besides her own pleasure for once. With guys before they were mostly there for themselves, but not Declan. He’d been there for her in every capacity thus far and she knew in bed he’d be no different. She uncovers his ruggedly handsome face. His pinked lips swollen from her assault on them, that heavy brow over shut eyes as he panted and kept the pace up with her needs and requests for more, faster, please harder. With every exhale they moaned and heaved together.

She feels a familiar build in her center. “Holy shit. I’m close already.” An almost laugh escapes her, a fully abandoned smile on her face as he opens his eyes to take in the view beneath him as he finds she’d been doing to him. She was caught off guard by him, hadn’t built up her expectations on purpose so she wouldn’t be disappointed but he was just...awesome. In the true sense of the word. Awe inspiring. With thickness she’d never had before, the pain she’d feel tomorrow was a world away, there was only right now for both of them, nothing else mattered.

Soon she couldn’t focus on anything but the growing tension between her thighs. He’s diving into his hips as she bucked up to meet him, elbow firmly planted into the mattress for traction as her fingers work quickly around her hard clit. “Yes. Just like that.” She praises through a bitten lip as she pulls her legs apart and back as far as she can, his hand moving from his hold on her thigh as he holds one of her knees back towards the bed and feels himself bottoming out inside her. He was determined to last through this, feeling her wave after wave tightening around him. “Fuck…” A groan that ends in a squeak, her mouth open and eyes not met with his. “Just like that.” She nods and her eyes stare fearlessly Into his. ”Yeah. Make me come baby. Make me fuckin’ come.” a challenging chin up at him and he feels a raw need to give her what she wants. A growl from his chest builds and she tightens at the sound alone. “That’s it Declan.” Another wicked smile and nod, her nose wrinkled in challenge to his low brow and tight jaw, hitting into her deep, causing her eyes to flutter back between rounds of her talking. “Make me come all over that big cock.” She moans, losing her composure.

“Fuck Bells.” An almost overwhelmed moan from him washes over her. He hadn’t expected her to have a mouth on her in bed but he’s wondering why he hadn’t now.

Her words give way to moans, then a more helpless voice that makes him want to end it all far too quickly begging him, “Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby.” She chants as it takes over her entire body bit by bit. Rapidly spreading from her center everything spreads like fire into her thighs and up her spine. Her stomach tenses and she draws up, shaking helplessly as it comes wave after delicious wave. Her thighs clamp around him and he’s aware of how strong she really is.

She looked him boldly in the eyes as long as she could, giving over and head tilted up and pushed into the bed as her back arched and her hips and thighs trembled. With big gulping breaths, a forced moan each exhale that followed the waves, watched her underneath him with a ravenous fascination. He was used to women going limp, to showy porn-like displays to acting meek after orgasms, but that was not his Bella.

She comes back with dark eyes and a roar. Feeling full of blood and energy pulls her mouth to his by the back of his neck before demanding, ”On your back. I wanna fucking ride you.”

He was left with no room but to obey, and he really couldn’t have been happier to switch roles for once. Women before her were submissive and delicate, but Bella was quickly making him forget any existed before her.

With a quick exchange, she leans in and kisses him with teeth and tongue, a noisy and messy exchange. She wastes no time, taking him in with a satisfying exhale and hum, a smile that told him she had only good things planned for him.

He lays in awe for a moment, feeling the weight of her grind and hit against him, an involuntary moan coming from him and sounding almost weak.

“Touch me Declan.” She commands softly, grinding down on him, putting one of his hands to her ass and the other on her chest. “I want those big hands all over me.” She shakes her head and snarls her lip, taking his fingers that rest on her chest into his mouth for a captivating moment. She grabs ahold of his headboard, hands gripped tight for traction as she really goes to work on him. That loud and satisfying skin to skin slap as she threw her wide hips and hefty ass against him. He felt himself giving over quickly. She was so tight around him, now totally soaked to her inner thighs and hot in every sense of the word. He got to watch her curvaceous body move fluidly over his, hands tracing the outline of bouncing tits to her waist to tease her hips before she demanded. “Fucking grab me.” And he sinks his calloused fingers into the soft meaty hips that had been teasing him for months. “That’s it.” She gives a wicked smile and a satisfied hum. “I wanted to make you cum but you might make me again, big boy.” She confesses, flipping her wild hair to one aide, revealing her face giving him a wink he wasn’t prepared for.

“God…” He exhales. “You keep this up and I’m gonna cum soon.” He admits with downturned brows, licking his lips.

“Good.” Is her bossy response. She moves her fingers back to her clit, that still intoxicating skin to skin slap as he grabs her ass and directs her pace as she rides him. “Fuck you feel so good. So fuckin...big.” She moans, feeling it build again as she gives direct attention to the still throbbing bud. “Fuck I’ve wanted to come on this cock for so long.” She shakes her head, eyes shut as she speaks in rolling moans and whines. She opens her eyes and leans closer, more attention grabbing eye contact he gazed up into as he felt himself getting so close. “I wanna feel you.” Words close to a whisper. “Want to feel you throbbing inside this tight little pussy.” She sneers and issues in an almost polite tone for the words being said. “Fuck me Declan.” An almost whine from her swollen lips. “I want it so fucking bad.” She groans and clenches her teeth.

He makes a decision, and luckily it’s the right one. He pulls her by the back of the neck to his lips and growls. “Fucking come for me.” Into her mouth, forehead to forehead as he plants his feet into the bed and pounds into her. Her hand trapped between them and the other pushing on the headboard she bounces on him as she pounds upward and he sends her over the edge again. “Fuuuuck.” He growls. “Fucking feel you baby girl.” He moans and sees her mouth hanging open, small gasps as she shakes above him.

“Shiiiit.” She moans as both hands clamp onto her hips and he gives her exactly what she asked for. “Yes. Yes.” She nods and takes him like she was made for him.

“You fucking want it baby girl?”

A helpless and desperate “uh huh.” From her in response.

“Fucking take it.” He growls before her hands smack to either side of his face as she kisses him hard. Through moans and roars she keeps her lips on him. She wanted to eat him whole, to sink her teeth into him and taste blood. Just wanted everything from him in the moment of hearing him curse and say her name, watching his face go from lion to lamb.

They come down together, both trembling and bodies heaving as they tried to remember how to function normally again. He moves his hands gently, up her back and her hair to hold her and kiss her properly. Deep and slow, the sounds of wet lips together becomes louder than the moans eventually. The kisses are soft and dare she admit it, sweet. The love hormones were reaping havoc on their brains as they stayed suspended, him inside her and nose to nose. She tries and loses her nerve to speak her mind, resting herself on top of him, head to his chest. He lovingly rests a hand on her head and another on her back, holding her there.

“I don’t know if I can’t move.” She lets out a soft laugh against him.

“Lemme…” He grunts, moving them both to their side, her legs still wrapped around him and now on her chest partially, her almost on her back.

“Much better.” She sighs out, feeling her hips shift back into place.

“It was.” He lets put a deep hum and she finally meets his eyes after the deed.

She nods and finds herself brave enough to give him a smile that says more than her words would let her. “Yeah. It was.” He leans in for more of her lips. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so soft after being so hard for so long. With hands in each other’s wild hair, the kisses take longer and longer pauses until they both feel sleep coming for them.

She apologizes and says she gotta get up to pee. Always pee after sex. Those are the rules. So they finally part, even though neither want to. He throws away the very full condom after watching her waddle to the bathroom with a grin.

“Don’t like it when you leave but love to watch you go.” A deep sleepy voice teases as she crawls back into bed, him on his back and holding up the covers.

“Cornball.” She snorts, But cuddles right up to him anyway. “We gonna sleep in?”

“We earned it.” He says leaning down to kiss her forehead as he speaks against it.

“I’d say we most certainly have.” She agrees and lets out a yawn, followed by a fully satisfied sigh.

“Night baby Belle.” He gives another kiss after wrapping his arms around her.

“Night Declan.” She mumbled against his chest. “You were great tonight.” She adds sleepily, lips smacking as she snuggles into him again.

“So you were you baby girl.” With it all said and done, they both felt tired down into their bones, but how could they not feel fully relaxed after the week they had, and add the night and the sex on top of it. It was the deepest and best sleep either had had in as long as they could remember. Bella felt safe and satisfied. Declan felt whole and accomplished. And both felt far more than they bargained for for the other.

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For @granpappy-winchester, inspired by Cherry!Billy.

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The music was turned down low, the lights dimmed; the festivities’ last stragglers wandering off to either pass out or fuck in whatever spare corner they could find. Robin’s friends had turned the living room into an island of refuse, cigarette butts buried behind the sofa cushions, empty bottles gathered on the coffee table like dominos, cold pizza crusts lining the pot plants. The shattered window had been sealed with excess rolls of duct tape, and yet Steve still felt the wind on his nape; a chilly, autumnal wind, with the knifelike threat of winter in it. He couldn’t see Billy, but he could hear him breathing; shallow and hoarse, as if he’d been walking on a steep upwards incline—or smoking an entire carton of cigarettes, which he did nearly every other day.

“Looks like we’re the last ones standing, Harrington,” Billy said.

The pantry door stood open, the single bulb inside flickering, spilling sallow light across the linoleum. Steve followed the emphysemic rattle of Billy’s lungs; he had memorized the sound, apparently. He knew the way Billy moved, the way he smelled, the shape he took in the darkness; like reaching for a wellworn light switch, you were confident it would be there when you did.

He was struck by the surreal domesticity of the scene: Billy Hargrove, sitting at his kitchen table with the sole of one boot planted carefully on the seat of a chair—Steve’s chair. He was, at nearly four o’clock in the morning, eating a bowl of cereal: balancing the bowl atop his fingertips, slurping noisily from it as one would with soup; Steve’s bowl, Steve’s cereal.

“No one else could keep up,” he added, after a pause.

Steve said nothing.

(He would be lying if he said he hadn’t imagined something like this—wished for it, even—Billy, eating breakfast in his kitchen the morning after, sneaking up behind him to wind his hands around his waist, his jaw whiskery with stubble and his voice sleepy, hazy, asking: what’s cookin’, good lookin’? The answer, Steve imagined, would be French toast, because that was what he had cooked for Nancy. Because Nancy had always stayed, the morning after.)

“Be honest,” Billy said. Both boots were resting on the chair, now. His legs had fallen into a wide V, seemingly casual, but Steve knew better; like a wellworn light switch, Billy was extremely predictable. “If it were you and me—if we were the last two people on Earth, what do you think we’d be doing?”

Steve said nothing.

(Billy never stayed. Billy was here one day and gone the next; he could be gone for weeks. He refused to shower at Steve’s, refused to even touch the spare toothbrush Steve had left for him in the bathroom; if Steve went as far as to offer him breakfast, Billy would laugh in his face. He had learned not to ask, and so he said nothing.)

“Or even—even before the asteroid hits,” Billy said. He was watching Steve closely, the whites of his eyes shining, a little frantic. Setting the cereal bowl down, he dangled his empty palms between his legs; a vague suggestion. An invitation to look, come closer, see for yourself. Steve tried not to look.

He tried to say nothing.

“The asteroid,” Billy repeated, nodding. “Or the nukes. Or a biblical flood sent by God, the Russkies, the fuckin’ Chinese. I’m talkin’ about the end, Harrington. Of everything. When the volcano erupted above Pompeii, you wanna know what the people did? Have a city-wide orgy, right there in the streets.”

“You’re drunk,” Steve blurted out.

(His anger was cold and clear and pure, like the depths of a mountainside stream; for once, he could see all the way down to the bottom. He knew what he was going to do: tell Billy to take a hike. Tell him, get out. No one wants you here. It had all seemed so easy, before; when he’d had something else to protect—the kids, Nancy. Steve was never as good at protecting himself. As a boy, he would forget to look both ways before crossing the road; he had assumed the drivers of the cars could see him. Too willing to see the good in other people.)

“Fucking,” Billy said clearly, in an infuriating, teasing tone, “is the best thing there is. It’s what makes life worth living. That’s what we’ll be doing, when the world ends. We’ll be balls to the wall, going at it like rabbits.”

His smile had unfurled like a sail, wide and white. Steve didn’t return it. Billy was making a pass at him; he was also mocking him for his stupidity, his weakness, his gullibility. Somehow Billy making a pass at him and Billy mocking him with each exhale always seemed to be one and the same. It was the only reason he was here; the only reason he seemed to exist, in Steve’s opinion. “Billy. You’re drunk.”

“I’ve only had one beer,” said Billy.

He stared at Steve, blinking, unmoved. Expression colorless, implacable, erased smooth. You never saw the change happen; Billy would be smiling, laughing even, his face flushed and his gaze bright and sharp—and then he wouldn’t be.

(Steve didn’t even know if he was real, sometimes. He was still wondering if this was one long, feverish dream he had yet to wake up from; a bad fucking trip. Billy was both the high and the crash; he could be both loving and tender, and cruelly dismissive. The ups and downs were hatefully addictive, poisonous, yet Steve couldn’t bring himself to stop. Billy knew. He knew how much Steve liked the chase, the competition. Like they were back on the basketball court again, just the two of them, the world narrowed to the size of a fishbowl.)

“Baby,” Billy said, spreading his legs wider. “Don’t you miss me?”

Steve said nothing.

(Deep down, he knew that it had been Billy who’d thrown the brick through his window. Steve remembered waking to the explosive decompression of shattering glass, the sound of an engine; he had memorized what shape the Camaro took, as well: a blistering roar in the night. As if the sound was the hellish manifestation of Billy’s own rage, burning as hotly as a falling star, burning itself out. Why had Billy done such a thing?

Why did Billy do anything?

Because he could. Because he wanted to.)

“You broke my window,” Steve said abruptly. He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Billy would use them as an opening, find a way to shift blame; he would sweettalk Steve, soothe him, make him forget about being angry. Until it happened again. And again.

“I what?”

“Our living room window,” said Steve. “You threw a brick at it. It’s gonna cost me and Robin, like, two hundred dollars to get a new one. Why? Why are you so—”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Harrington.” Billy was frowning, his lower lip jutting out. He looked like a sulky schoolboy. Steve was too calm; too still. Billy hated stillness, people who walked too slowly in the street; he hated the quiet, which was an unknown variable. Billy preferred being in control; they grappled for it, locked in an eternal struggle for power, as all rivals were. It was vicious, petty; it could also be soft, but that was rare. In elementary school, Steve had played war games during recess with the other boys, shooting at them and declaring himself king when he was the only one left, the last boy standing; the rules were not so simple as adults.

“I want you to say that you’re sorry,” he said. “Can you do that?”

Billy rolled his eyes, huffing. “Fi-ine.” He was theatrical with his movements, letting Steve know how ridiculous he thought he was being, how much of an unnecessary fuss he was making. The Queen of Sheba, getting his royal panties in a twist. That’s what he called Steve sometimes, smiling and snide: the Queen of fucking Sheba. What, you want me to kiss your feet, Your Majesty? “I’m so-rry. How was that, pretty boy? Are we friends again?”

“Is that what we were, before? Friends?”

“ ‘Course we were,” Billy said, too quickly, too comfortably. “I’m everybody’s friend.”

Liar, Steve thought. Billy didn’t have any friends, apart from Steve. If you could call what they had friendship—it wasn’t, Billy could say it was until he was blue in the face, but he was lying, he lied so easily—a moot point, either way. Billy didn’t have friends. People swarmed to him in droves, like moths blind to the lethal electricity, the sharpness of his teeth, all the better to eat you with—they weren’t his friends, but means to an end. They gave him booze, weed, a place to sleep when he had nowhere else to go; sometimes, they gave him sex. Of that, Steve had no doubt.

(He thought he’d known what he was getting himself into. Billy had warned him. You’re just a warm hole to me. Did Steve even have a right to be angry, when he had seen the bullet coming from a mile away, had goaded Billy into pulling the trigger himself?)

“Baby,” Billy said; he sounded breathless again, perfectly contrite. His lips were as dark as ripened cherries. Steve thought he knew what the lipstick was called. Little Red. He knew where Billy had hidden it, too—in the glovebox of his Camaro, where he also hid his porn, rolling papers, and condoms. On anybody else, such a color would look whorish, cheap. Steve had watched Billy put it on, his mouth puckering as he stared at himself critically in the rearview mirror; after dabbing the bullet onto the center of his lips, Billy had smacked them together, fingering his hairsprayed curls until they bounced; he had done this in the same haughty way Steve had seen girls do, the beautiful, untouchable girls they’d both gone to high school with. I’ll kill you if you tell anyone, Harrington. I mean it. I’ll break your fucking fingers.

Steve hadn’t told anyone. The lipstick left pinkish smears on his neck, his nipples, his cock. It had occurred to him that Billy was attempting to rewrite some essential part of himself; plucking his eyebrows, curling his hair, stripping the hard external coating of his masculinity away. Steve wondered if Billy, as a child, had ever played dressups with his mother’s clothes. If he did, his dad had probably beaten him for it.

(You’re a better fuck when you’re angry, Billy had told him. He preferred Steve’s anger to his softness, as if the only emotions Billy understood and could navigate were fury, pain, and grief. A child, trying his mother’s clothes on for size—trying on the lipstick, the eyeliner, the lady’s perfume he filched from the SALE! counter at the drugstore—furtively and when no one was looking, as if to do too much, too overtly, would endanger him.)

“Say you’re sorry,” Steve said.

Billy opened his mouth, perhaps to argue at first—if he ever apologized, it always came with a disclaimer—then his expression changed, sharpened. The chair toppled to the floor as he slid into a standing position. His fingers scrabbled for his belt buckle, suddenly clumsy; it was Steve who slid the leather through the loops of his jeans, folding it up and laying it next to the cereal bowl. Without the belt to hold it in place, Billy’s jeans sagged, looser than usual, making it easy for Steve to pull the denim all the way down his legs. He could see the paler skin of Billy’s pelvis where his tan didn’t reach, and, cutting into his hipbone, a delicate scrim of red, shiny satin.

Billy was wearing panties.

“You got a hot date tonight, baby?” Steve demanded.

“I wish,” replied Billy. “The asshole never returned my calls.”

He was leaning on the table using his forearms as leverage, his head angled over one shoulder; his gaze was relentless, unnerving. So glaringly blue.

“So, what,” Steve murmured, his thumb grazing the edge of the red satin. Billy regarded him coolly over his shoulder, his eyes rebellious slits. Ready to bite back, at any given opportunity. “You decide to smash his window with a brick? Like that’s something any normal, sane person would do?”

“You were ignoring me,” Billy insisted. “You were rude, Harrington.”

His lip continued to jut out; it looked swollen, obscene. He sounded so reasonable, so wholly convincing, that Steve almost believed what he was saying—he wanted to. He wanted to bite into the cherry of Billy’s lower lip, taste him, let his juices flow down his chin.

“In other words,” he said, “you can dish it out, but you can’t take it.”

One thumb became a thumb and a forefinger, pushing the panties up and away; baring Billy’s soul. He took note of Billy’s thighs: thick with muscle, but lusciously soft to the touch; he’d shaved.

(The image of Billy with one foot perched on the edge of the bathtub and a woman’s razor in hand floated into being, unbidden. There was something about the ritual that had always seemed erotic to Steve; maybe it was the privacy of it, the unknowability of femininity—how many times had he and Tommy been caught by their teachers trying to sneak into the girls’ locker room, if only to see what went on behind closed doors? In that sacred state, Billy would be completely naked, at his most vulnerable.)

“Fuck you,” spat Billy. “You think you’re too good for me? Huh? You ain’t shit, pretty boy. Don’t get too big for your britches—”

He moaned angrily, his arms spasming as Steve shoved the blunt head of his cock between his legs, plastering his chest to Billy’s torso; there came the subtle snarl of tearing satin, the panties falling to pieces between the tight friction of their bodies, grinding, so close—a fact neither of them would register until later, until it was over.

“Don’t put this on me,” Steve said, pressing his mouth to Billy’s neck. “You told me, remember? You told me that you don’t care what I—what anybody—thinks.”

“Fuck you,” said Billy. Desperately, as if he had realized that he was on the losing side; as if this was his last resort. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”

Steve drove forwards, using the silky, slightly sticky corridor of Billy’s thighs like a glove, like his own fist around his cock. It wasn’t hard to imagine that he was fucking Billy, really fucking him; Billy was slamming his hips to match his pace, his cheek flattened against the scratched surface of the kitchen table and his wrists crossed behind his back. He mewled when Steve caught on his perineum, his spine bowing into a parabola of pleasure, outrage, or both. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck me. Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. His moans were loud and brash, performative; obviously not for his own benefit. Steve hated that. Billy thought he was the smartest person in the room, but he didn’t know how transparent he was, truly.

“Shit, Steve,” Billy was panting, biting his lip. When he reached around to take Steve’s cock in hand, Steve saw that his nails were painted the same cherry color as his mouth. It nearly did him in, the sight of his cock moving through the cage of Billy’s fingers, all that debauched red. “You make me feel so good. So fucking good, like this.”

He mewled again when Steve wrapped a hand around his throat, digging his fingers ruthlessly into his air supply; Steve saw the blonde curls drop, the hard, clenched arch of Billy’s spine giving way like a snapped power cable. His Adam’s apple strained under the pressure of Steve’s hand; the false sounds issuing from his throat had ceased. Steve was coloring Billy in; filling in the uncertain lines, making him seem more lifelike. The lipstick was getting everywhere, feathery vibrant slashes of it on Steve’s palm and knuckles, as if he’d been fingerpainting; adding shade and depth and nuance, marking Billy, marking himself.

“Steve,” Billy said. His voice was hushed, remote. As if he were dissolving, liquefying like one of those hard candies that came in the plastic wrapping, especially susceptible to heat; turning into sugared sludge, sweet enough to make your teeth ache. They were merging into one another. “Steve, honey. Look at me.”

His eyes, latching onto Steve’s face, his mouth. He knew how much Steve needed eye contact during sex, how much he craved it. The shreds of intimacy he scattered like breadcrumbs, because he enjoyed watching Steve get on his knees for them; begging, like a dog for scraps. They were merging, holding hands.

“Sorry’s—sorry’s just a word you say,” Steve grunted. He watched Billy’s fingers, the gemstone flashes of his painted nails as he pushed between his legs, slowly at first, then sharply, brutally, as if he were stabbing Billy, or exorcising him. “It doesn’t—ah—it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just you telling me what I wanna hear.”

He drove forwards and forwards, losing sight of the painted nails as he came, his eyes slipping shut and cock bucking, spurting between Billy’s thighs. He might have heard a moan, a curse. Billy’s legs were trembling; his shoulders had slumped forwards, as if he were concussed, or praying. Their come dripped steadily onto the linoleum, pale as churned egg whites; dreamily, Steve reached down and caught some of it on his fingertips, ignoring Billy’s reflexive shudder.

(He tried to remember where he was, where he had been before Billy had come into his life; he had been at a party. Robin’s party, or had it been Tina’s? They all looked the same, after a while: the same music, the same clinging miasmas of marijuana and free beer and unsafe sex; the same leftover cigarette butts and pizza crusts in the pot plants, the cheese hard as dried chewing gum.)

Billy whispered, “It’s not my fault you’re so easy.”

Mists of sweat hovered between his eyebrows, his upper lip; his hips had slowed to a lazy, languid roll. Billy smiled, looking like an insolent cat, the cat that got the proverbial cream. Then he rose, his hair falling in fuzzy cumulus clouds around his shoulders, and kissed him. Steve’s reaction was pained, immediate—he told himself that he didn’t want to be kissed, he didn’t want to have anything to do with what Billy considered intimacy; he wasn’t anyone’s experiment, damn it, he didn’t want to be fed Billy’s scraps—the taste of the lipstick was waxy, alien, as was the way Billy was licking into his mouth: using too much tongue, making a mess, bloodying him with the color. Steve knew how it would look, when he finally pulled away: like they had cannibalized each other. Like Billy had torn his heart out, dripping, and eaten it.