#is it wrong that i want to tap dat ass?

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part one

conniexreader, sexual content, cursing, drinking, smoking, black!reader, aave usage, shit talking, short part, sexual references.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

part two here ⇨

it was another dumbass party. and you wasn’t really tryna show out like that, but you enjoyed yourself while the party was still alive. the music was loud, and it had the same smell from every party you went to.

you licked your lips, giggling at the guys that surrounded you and mikasa, sasha being with her own boyfriend. “so where you from, ma?” one of them spoke. you shrugged. “i forgot.” you mumbled before taking a long drag of the blunt in between your long nails. you adjusted the crop top that went to your outfit as the guys laughed at your purposely unfunny joke.

what a bunch of chasin ass niggas.

from the kitchen, was connie, measuring grams of weed as ony rolled them up, now and then passing them to someone that paid. “aye ony.”

ony hummed, glancing at connie. “wassup?”

“who that girl is over there? wit’ the green skirt and white heels.” connie glanced over to you as you laughed with the desperate guys that lingered around you.

“what? oh, that’s that y/n girl everybody be talkin bout.” ony mumbled, softly dabbing his tongue against the blunt. connie took a second to look back down at what he was measuring before glancing back over to you, sliding ony a few grams. “what they be sayin’?”

“ion know but everybody like her. every nigga like her, and she only friends wit’ bad bitches. that’s what i heard. matter fact, that’s mikasa and sasha home girl.” he said, looking at connie for a second.

“why, nigga you want her or sumn?” he chuckled. connie smacked his lips and frowned. “hell naw.”

“what, she ugly?” he tilted his head at connie. connie looked back over at you. “hell naw.”

your eyes averted from mikasa who sat across from you, to the kitchen, seeing someone stare at you. he didn’t look away until a few seconds after. “mika, who dat?” you pointed with a slight squint. mikasa moved one of the guys out of her way to take a look in the kitchen. “you talmout connie? the one in the grey? that’s ony homeboy.” she said.

you hummed before standing up and brushing your long hair off of your shoulder. “where you goin, girl?” one of the guys spoke. you glanced back. “ion got time for you niggas. all y’all do is beg to fuck.” you mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.

“you ony, right?” you pointed at the darkskin that was rolling up. ony slowly nodded. “and you y/n. my homeboy was just askin’ bout you.” he tilted his head over to connie. you could see connie look at him with an annoyed expression.

“how many more people you rolling up for?” you raised your eyebrows, hopping and sitting on one of the stools. ony glanced around. “shit, ion know. prolly bout… five? why, you wanna hit?” ony chuckled. “i want a sample.” you mumbled, tapping the marble counter. ony hummed. “my bad, gang, but we don’t give out samples over here.”

“here.” connie spoke, removing the blunt from his mouth and giving it to you. you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply before exhaling after a second. you hummed. “this good.”

“and you ain’t cough? damn.” ony laughed before giving another person their blunt. “i’m used to this typa stuff, sir.” you nudged his head with one of your fingers. you gave connie his blunt back before putting yours out on the sink that was connected to the island counter.

“you ain’t gon finish that?” ony frowned, glancing at you.

“no, that shit weak.” you muttered before hopping off the stool. you stood and leaned on the counter. “and you connie.” you pointed at connie, who slowly nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “everybody know the name.” he mumbled, putting his blunt out in a nearby ashtray.

“i been hearing of you, but i ain’t ever seen you before.” you smiled a little. connie hummed. “you too.” he said while his eyes trailed your body.

you looked him up and down before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away. “i’ll see y’all later.” you hold up a peace sign.

connie’s gaze averted down to your highly visible ass before he huffed. “ony, ian gon lie… i’d tap that shit.” he whispered while shaking his head. ony started to laugh before slowly nodding. “right, like she gon let you hit.”

~

it was no less than an hour later, than you were bent over a vanity, gripping desperately on anything you had access too. “f-fuck..” you moaned softly, feeling connie’s deep and harsh thrusts inside of you, stretching you out every second, but pleasuring you with the deep feeling.

“damn you pretty. been wanting to do this shit from the moment i seen yo ass.” connie mumbled lowly, watching you struggle to say anything back with a bold smirk on his face. your legs struggled to hold your body up. “ouu… fuck… i really don’t like you…” you whined, biting your lip and throwing your head back as his right hand held your neck and his left hand gripped your waist.

connie groaned, eyebrows furrowing a little. “mm.. i know you like me, mama.” he whispered before you both came to a climax, making you an uncontrollable moaning mess. your legs shook and you felt a warm liquid drip down your leg. connie pulled out, grabbing a napkin from the dresser and leaning both of you up.

after a few seconds, you slowly fixed yourself, readjusting your thong before turning around.

connie fixed his pants and threw the napkins away. “so that’s what everybody been talmout. i ain’t surprised.” he chuckled a little before looking you up and down. “i could prolly get used to you.”

you squinted at him. “naw, that ain’t what everybody been talkin bout cus i don’t let everybody hit. im not no hoe, conner. t’fuck?” you scoffed and shook your head.

connie raised his eyebrows. “and my name ain’t conner, ma. it’s connie. con-nie.” he said, getting in your face and nudging your head a little. you rolled your eyes, laughing a little before walking towards the door.

“aye, you gon let me… y’know.” connie rested his eyes while tilting his head at you, sitting back on the guests bed.

you looked back at him for a minute. “bye connie.” you waved him off.

what u think? p2? p10? idkkkk.

[basu-shokikita]

Dethentines 2024 Day 4

College AU or forced proximity

Happy Sunday, I finished this entry a few minutes ago! It was a no brainer between these two tropes, making the boys suffer is ALWAYS morally right. And I got a little carried away so this one is closer to a fic than a drabble. 🌸

Skwistok being stupid and flustered, go!

“Whats happens?” Toki asked, his eyes seeing nothing but darkness.

“Eughhhh….”  Skwisgaar replied, not too far away from him, but Toki couldn’t see where. “Where…ams we?” He sounded confused. 

Toki blinked, trying to remember what went down…

Charles had given them specific instructions. Go to the dungeons, don’t speak to anyone, deliver the package and get back to the main levels. And don’t play around the traps, especially do not play with the traps. They were not made for playing. 

Toki dragged Skwisgaar with him, because he was bored and Skwisgaar was bored too though he probably would never admit it. And everything was going smoothly, until Skwisgaar thought it would be funny to start shoving Toki when they were close to those mysterious holes in the ground. Because he was an idiot and wanted to see Toki fall, no matter how many times Toki told him to stop it. Until Toki stumbled and held onto Skwisgaar out of reflex as he fell.

And then everything was black.

“Ah!” He let out a shout of realization. “You dildos, Skwisgaar! I tolds you to stops wif de pushings!”

“Ja, and dens you fells and-” There was a thud, most likely Skwisgaar impacting against something. “What de hells?”

“Whats?”

“I tries to moves and-” Another thud. “I hits against somethingks. Where ams we?”

“I don’t knows!” Toki said with exasperation. “I can’ts even sees! Does you have a lampterns?”

“Toki, why woulds I carries an lants in my owns houses?” Skwisgaar asked, with that tone like Toki had said something incredibly stupid. 

“Wells, you shoulds!” Toki started feeling around. It’s not like he hadn’t spent his childhood in dark places, it just so happened that he wasn’t used to this one. Okay, so he was lying down and there was something hard all under him. He knocked it. Wood most definitely.

Then, he stretched his arm to see how far it went but, before too long, he hit a corner that went upwards, and then another corner that went to the left and above him. If he could reach it with his fingertips that meant it was small. When Toki stretched his left arm, he almost immediately came across something soft, fabric?

“Eugh…?”

Toki kept fondling the unknown texture against his palm. “What ams this?”

“Dats…woulks be mines ass, Toke.” Skwisgaar said in a low tone and Toki jolted so hard he felt his head knock against the wood.

“Wh-Why ams yous ass soes close to mes!” He screeched, pulling his arm away in a frenzy. “What ams wrongs wif yous?!”

“I tolds you I tries to-” Skwisgaar knocked hard against something. “Odins! Dere ams no goddamns spaces in dis plasckes!”

“We needs light!” Toki exclaimed with desperation. “Looks for lights!”

“Okeys, okeys…” Judging by the awkward taps he was hearing, Skwisgaar was searching. Eventually, he stopped. “I thinks I founds somethingks.”

“Ja?”

“Ja…” There was a click and a flash, red light blinding them. Toki instantly covered his face and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened them and it took a while to process the sight. 

And when it did, it was the opposite of reassuring.

They were stuck in some sort of enclosed space, with Skwisgaar on top of him, his head facing Toki’s feet and his crotch hovering over Toki’s chest and his legs resting on the sides of Toki’s head. There was hardly any space to move away from each other.

“What de fucks…” He let out in abject horror.

“Eugh…” Skwisgaar tried to look back, clearly not quite aware yet of what Toki was seeing. “Dis why I couldnts moves earliers.” He tried to back away and Toki saw his ass fastly approaching his face.

“Waits, Skwisgaar!” He raised his hand but stopped inches away from touching his bandmate’s behind. “Don’s move…yous ass is…ams closes to mes right nows…”

“Oh.” Skwisgaar said almost unemotionally. After a pause, he added. “Ams it like de sixty nines-”

“Ja.”

There was some rustling and Toki glimpsed at Skwisgaar moving his head, most likely to confirm the information. ““...Fucks.”

“J-Ja.”

“Nows what?”

Toki tried to think. All things taken in account, he had the better position. Skwisgaar was propped on his arms and legs, there was no way he was going to be able to stay like that for a long time. And when he gave in…

The image that popped in Toki’s mind was so obscene that he had to physically shake off his head. “Tries movings soes we ams facing each others…faces.”

There was a short-lived silence. “Why don’ts you moves?” Skwisgaar sounded irritated.

“Because ams de ones betweens de woods-walls and yous?!” Toki huffed in disbelief. To demonstrate his point, he lifted his knee and it impacted against Skwisgaar’s shoulder. 

“Augh!” Skwisgaar groaned in pain and weakly punched Toki’s calf. 

“Sees? I can’ts even moves!”

Grumbling, Skwisgaar began the process of changing positions. He twisted his body to the side before burying his head in his chest and moving to the right. Clumsily, his legs followed, not without Skwisgaar’s boot rubbing against Toki’s face.

“Heys!”

Skwisgaar ignored him and continued, purposefully sinking his elbow into Toki’s chest as he moved. Annoyed, Toki grabbed him by the wrists to move him faster. 

“Don’ts touch!” Skwisgaar complained, running his hands over Toki’s face like a child. 

“Yous-” Toki slapped Skwisgaar’s hands with his own. “Yous de ones touchings!”

“Yous startedks!”Skwisgaar was now shoving his fingers inside Toki’s mouth.

“Youghh…busheds me!” Toki retaliated by digging his digits into Skwisgaar’s nose. 

“Eugh- Yous mades me falls!”

Slaps and kicks were delivered everywhere, Toki wasn’t even looking what he was punching against, just that it was Skwisgaar’s body. They groaned and cursed and were certainly going to stay frantically hitting each other for an indefinite time until they heard a weird noise in the distance.

Skwisgaar went still. “W-Whats was dats?” 

“I don’t knows…” Toki couldn’t hear it anymore. He wondered how deep they were, if maybe there weren’t monsters in the vicinity. He swallowed heavily. “Maybes we shouldn’ts makes noises for nows.”

Skwisgaar nodded in agreement. “Ja.”

As they stared at one another in silence, Toki realized that maybe his suggestion was foul. They were so close to each other now that Toki could see Skwisgaar’s pearly sweat forming on his forehead, could feel his hot breath on his face and his chest pressed against Toki’s.

“Eugh…” Skwisgaar seemed to notice as well and he shifted his body, to decrease the physical closeness, to no avail. There was no space to move to, one of his knees resting between Toki’s legs. “Dis ams…”

If anything, Toki was glad the light was red because then Skwisgaar wouldn’t notice his flushed cheeks. “M-Maybes turns off de lights?” He suggested, thinking it would be less uncomfortably intimate if they didn’t have to gaze at each other’s faces. 

“Ja, good ideas.” Skwisgaar accepted and his foot began searching for the switch. His eyes strayed away from Toki, frowning deeply and biting down his bottom in concentration and Toki briefly wondered if that’s how Skwisgaar looked in bed before rejecting the thought in a panic.

“Ah!” Skwisgaar looked at Toki victorious and Toki wished it had been in any situation but this one. “I finds it!” And like that, the last thing Toki saw was Skwisgaar sticking his tongue out with his eyes rolled back before they were plunged into darkness again.

Fuck his life, seriously.

There was another noise and the space trembled and Skwisgaar just fell on top of Toki, no longer propping himself up with his limbs. “What da fucks ams goingks on?” Skwisgaar asked, the fear prevalent in his voice.

“Oh, Gods…” Toki said, just as scared. He had been so busy thinking about the space they were in, how cramped it was, that he had forgotten to think about how the hell were they going to leave. “Ams we goings to-” The space shook violently and he instinctively clung to Skwisgaar. “Oh, Gods!”

“Fucks…” Skwisgaar whispered, his face buried in Toki’s shoulder. “Fucks, fucks, fucks…”

“I don’ts wants to dies…” Toki said, his eyes watering.

“I don’ts wants to dies eide- uh, Toki?” Skwisgaar suddenly lifted his head. 

“W-Whats?” Toki’s voice was shaky.

“Ams you…Ams you hards right nows?”

“Whats?!” Toki let go of Skwisgaar. “No, ams no-” The space shook again and he was back at hugging Skwisgaar in fear. “Ahhh!!” He screamed like a child.

“Ahhhh!” Skwisgaar echoed him as the shaking grew worse and worse.

Toki closed his eyes, preparing himself for the end. His life was flashing before his eyes when…

“Toki?” A familiar voice called him. “Skwisgaar?”

Toki opened his eyes. “Was dats…?”

“Toki? Skwisgaar? Just answer if you’re there, boys!”

“Ams dat…?” Skwisgaar trailed off. 

“Alright, they’re not here.” Charles said. “Let’s keep looking.”

Panicked, Toki and Skwisgaar yelled at the same time.

“Helps!”

“Helps us!”

“We ams downs here!”

“Quicks, dere ams bigs monsters whats gonsa eats us!”

“Helps us!

–

Toki and Skwisgaar looked down in shame as their manager scolded them in his office.  Apparently, while messing around, they had fallen into one of the torture traps designed for…Dethklok’s enemies. It was a slow asphyxiation kind of deal, coupled with potential decrease in temperature and eventual crushing. They would’ve certainly suffered a slow and excruciating death if Charles hadn’t realized they were taking too long to come back.

The most embarrassing part was, though, when the Klokateers rescued them and Toki discovered Skwisgaar hadn’t been lying about his you-know-what being awake. Really awake. Nobody referred to it, but still. 

While glancing down at his own groin, Toki decided two things. He was never asking Charles for stuff to do ever again. And he was especially never bringing Skwisgaar with him again.

[frostbittenbucky]

Bruce is very proud when his kids finally beat him at sparring

Dick-15

Batman: [obviously limping around the watchtower]

Superman: [pulls him aside] “Batman, what happened?”

Batman: [trying not to sound excited] “Robin finally bested me during our sparring”

Superman: “oh th-“

Batman: “he cracked three of my ribs and dislocated my hip”

Superman: “b-“

Batman: “then he got me in a headlock and held me until I passed out”

Superman: “Bruce… What the fuck”

Jason-14

Bruce laying on the couch with a concussion

Clark: “is everything alright? You missed the meeting and didn’t answer any of our calls”

Bruce: “hm, sparring”

Clark: “with Dick?”

Bruce: [mumbling] “no… Ja… Jason. Used a uh, ah, um…”

Clark: “a? Weapon? A brick? There’s no way you lost to him, it took Dick years to finally win”

Bruce: “… I don’t remember… but it worked”

Alfred: “master Jason used a first copy of the Oxford dictionary. After the spar was supposedly over he used the ‘element off surprise’

Bruce: “dats ma boy”

Alfred: [shaking him] “stay awake”

Tim- 14

Bruce having lunch with Clark, sporting a black eye

Clark: “those sun glasses aren’t helping you”

Bruce: [sipping his wine] “didn’t think so”

Clark: “did you have a rough night?”

Bruce: “no, turns out Tim is a natural with the staff. We’ve been working at it for months, he’s very talented “

Clark: “what is wrong with you?”

Bruce: “if they can’t kick my ass then I’m not training them right, Clark”

Cassandra-20

Bruce: [is groaning and wincing when he moves]

Clark: [chilling at Bruce’s] “I didn’t know you could acknowledge pain”

Bruce: “she threw me like a rag doll, Clark”

Clark: “wait who?”

Bruce: “Cassandra. She wanted to spar, I never landed a hit on her. The fight was 6 maybe 7 seconds tops “

Clark: “she sounds dangerous”

Bruce: [is amazed]“I have so much to learn from her”

Damian- 11

Superman: [enters the bat cave] “Bruce?”

Bruce: [in the medbay giving himself stitches] “here”

Superman: “ouch, what happened to you?”

Bruce: “sparring with Damian”

Superman: “sparring?”

Bruce: [looks up, smiles] “he did this with his nails. But that’s just the surface”

Superman: [x-rays] “Is your leg broken?”

Bruce: “hm, probably. Certainly feels like it”

Superman: [slow blinks] “yea, it’s broken, B”

Duke- 17

Clark: [flying in] “I heard screaming, is everyone alright?”

Bruce: [crumpled on the ground] “fuck”

Duke: “oh my god, oh my god, I’m so sorry”

Clark: “did you use your powers on him?”

Duke: [panicing] “no! We were sparring and I got scared when I thought he was going to do that grabby twisty thing before he slams people?? and kicked him in the balls”

Clark: “uh”

Duke: [tries to help Bruce up]

Bruce: [swats him away, voice hoarse] “you win, you win. I tap out”

Clark: “I thought you wore cups?”

Bruce: “I am… Duke”

Duke: [biting his nails] “yea?”

Bruce: “hmm… good… good kick”

Stephanie-22

Bruce: [gets into position] “ready?”

Stephanie: [gets into position] “ready”

Bruce: [lunges]

Stephanie: [deploys taser]

Bruce: [somewhat goes down, but not fully because he’s Batman] “ow”

Stephanie: “you said ow! I win!”

Bruce: “that’s not a win”

Stephanie: “did you know I had a taser?”

Bruce: “no”

Stephanie: [jazz hands] “the element of surprise!”

Bruce: “no” [gets back into position]

Stephanie: “fine” [drops him]

Clark: [watching the whole time]“she definitely won”

Bruce: [gasps] “yep” [gives Stephanie a high-five from the ground]

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Dat Ass!

SUMMARY: You came, saw and conquered... dat ass!

PAIRING: Henry Cavill x reader (2nd person POV), Kal

WARNINGS: RPF, fluff, butts, butt touching, butt slapping, butt biting, silly fluff, implied smut, implied punishment, implied dom/sub relationship but just slightly so if you want to see it it’s there otherwise it’s not, guess that’s all. Oh and my first time really writing RPF so there’s that...

A/N: neither beta’d or proofread. Typos, were going down swingin’! Thank you @thelastsock for the prompt, I’ve had a lot of fun writing this!💖💖💖 Yeah... my first time really writing RPF.

WORD COUNT: ca 950

TITLE: Dat Ass!

Writers live off validation. If you liked it, commented and reblog 💕 thank you 💖

“Honey, I’m home!” you call out once you shut the door behind you. Toeing off your shoes, you don’t get the desired answer. You get an answer though, or… kind of an answer. Instead of a human voice, you hear two pairs of paws click-clacking their way towards you. Fast. 

“Aww, hello my big bear!” you coo, smushing the large Akita’s face in your hands, “Where did you leave daddy, hm?” But instead of answering you, Kal sniffs all your pockets on the search for treats.

“As if we don’t feed you enough,” you mutter smiling as you step further into your home on the look of your other bear.

You frown when you don’t find him in the kitchen, nor the living room. When you left, he was hunched over a script on the couch. Where could he be? All his shoes were at the door, he didn’t go out. And Kal’s still here, so where the hell was he?

“Honey? Where are you?” you call again, “Hen-”

You have to stifle a giggle when you peek into your bedroom through the door he seemingly left ajar. The only way to describe the position your fiancé is in right now is ‘fifteen year old girl telling her diary about her crush’. With the script on the pillow in front of him and a marker in hand, he’s lying on his belly, knees bent, feet hooked together and swaying back and forth. As if that wasn’t enough to make you want to surprise him - just to see if he’d also scream like a teenage girl if you startled him - apparently he had taken a quick shower while you were gone. His damp curls were a mess on his head, begging you to be tugged and messed up even further. And his glorious Buns of Steel were jutting out, highlighted even by white boxer briefs.

Mister chose to wear underwear for once, so so.

To your luck he’s so immersed in his script that he doesn’t hear your quiet snort. Neither does Henry seem to hear you pushing the door open further. Holding your breath, you wait for any kind of reaction from him before you begin your sneak attack. 

When his feet are farthest back, you pounce, jumping onto the bed and straddling the back of his thighs.

“Hi, baby.” He sounds unimpressed.

“Hey,” you giggle, leaning forward and pecking his shoulder, “was I that obvious?”

“You weren’t. The way Kal jumped up was though,” he chuckles, “now can you get off my back, please? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Nuh-uh.” You even lie down on top of him, nuzzling his back. “You’re so warm.”

You’re lifted up with the deep breath he takes, before he says, “fine.” 

You grin in victory. But if he thought you’d just lie there and let him work, he was dead wrong. Well, for now he was right but in just a few minutes…

“What body wash did you use? You smell good,” you mumble, nuzzling his back further downward.

“Ran out of my old one, so I tried the new one you got me. Now shh.”

‘Now shh’ my ass! you think to yourself, scooting further down his back. Only when your lips skim the inward curve of his spine, he perks up.

“And what’s that gonna be once it’s finished?” he asks, throwing you a sharp look over his shoulder, “I’m trying to work here, babe.”

“You’ve been hunched over that damn thing all day!” you protest, “Pay attention to me!” 

To emphasise your words, you tap his butt, and watch as it bounces. With a snort, you repeat your action, making Britain’s Ass jiggle beneath your palms.

“Baby!” he warns you, but ends up laughing.

“Now I know why you like doing this!” you giggle, “this is so much fun!”

“I’m gonna do so much more than just light tapping if you don’t stop now. Baby, I’m serious.”

If he was, he would have used your name, not your nickname.

“But I like your butt! Okay, okay, kisses to make up?”

He tries so hard to sound annoyed when he grunts and slams the script shut. He’s about to turn, too, then you scoot even further down his thighs and tug at the hem of his boxers.

“I’m not even gonna ask what you’re up to now,” Henry sighs. But being an actor, this was all pretend. If he didn’t want this, he’d tell you. Or he’d simply get up. Truth is, he loves how much you love his butt.

“That’s probably for the better,” you laugh, then concentrate on the task ahead: playing these glorious bongos. But looking at the way the relaxed muscles bounce, you have another bright idea. It’s almost an untamable urge.

Leaning down, you do what he does to your butt nearly all of the time. Skimming your teeth on the skin of his peach, you bite down lightly. Then a little harder. Not enough to hurt or even leave more than just a few indents that would be gone within minutes, but hard enough to make him jump.

“What the?!” Henry exclaims and you take this as your sign… to dart out of the bedroom.

Too slow. He catches you by the ankle and drags you back on the mattress. Damn, he’s fast! You shriek and giggle when he yanks you and flips you over, so you’re on your back underneath him. He pins your wrists next to each side of your head. He stares down at you, eyes boring into your soul until you stop writhing. It takes a few seconds for him to enter the character, but when he does, his voice is controlled and cold.

“Now, what am I to do with you?”

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[georgiapeach30513]

Teddy and Horse

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Summary:  Fable really wanted a sister

Pairings:  Fable X Harry, Blade X Harry

Rating:  🐾🐾

Warnings:  floofster, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  900

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“Uncy Hawwy?”  Fable asks so sweetly. Batting her eyes up to look at her babysitter and godfather.

“Yes, Squishers?” Harry asks looking down at the little girl.  He should know this isn’t going to go well for him, because he just can’t say no.  She leans back more into the couch tapping her fingers on her leg.

“You know, I weawwy wanted a sistew,” Harry nods his head.  Not well at all.  “Weww, Eggbewt is not a sistew.  Him is a boy with a stwaw, and I want a giwl in da house.”

“You have your mom.”

“Dats not the same and you know it.  Since you’we babysitting me, you have my pewmission to take me to get a puppy.  A giwl puppy.  Dares these dogs dat wook wike teddy beaws, and I want one so baby.  And Eggy is no fun to pway wif.  He bawewy cwaws.  Pwease, Uncy Hawwy.  I want a giwl in da house.  Pwetty pwetty pwease.”

“Don’t do that,” he turns his head to look at the ceiling.  “Your cousin Otto used to do that to me.  Don’t do it.”

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Blade stops in his tracks as he walks in his home.  A teddy bear that’s walking on four legs, stops and sits down staring right at him.  “What’re you?” the fluffy ball gives him a yippy bark, before struggling to run away.  Those fluffy paws just don’t allow her any traction.  “Harry Bodecker what did you do?”

Coming around the corner with the teddy bear in her hands, his daughter smiles up at him.  “Wook at hew daddy.”

“What is that?”

“Assgo.”

“What did you just say?”

“Assgo.”

“No,” Harry jogs past, and meets the two of them in the kitchen.  “No, her name is Asiago.”

“Dats what I said, Assgo.  Hew is a sweet Assygo awen’t you.”

“Squishers, why don’t you and Asiago go play, I need to have a chat with your Uncle Harry,” with the biggest smile she walks off carrying her newest friend.  “I can’t get rid of that now.”

“Why would you want to get rid of it?  It’s adorable, and looks like a teddy bear.”

“You named it Asiago on purpose.”

“No.  No, I didn’t do that.  She was eating asiago cheese, and fed the dog some.  Dog loved it.  Your strange daughter wanted to name it after the cheese.  What is with your family and naming animals after food?  Waffle, Donut, Biscoff, Biscuit, what’s that other rat’s name?”

“It’s not a rat.  Do you think Aster would let a rat be in her house?  And it’s Pickles.  You forgot Noodle.  But you bought a dog for my daughter without asking,” Harry only shrugs.  “You just wait.  One of these days, this moment will come and bite you in the ass so hard.  How big is that thing getting?”

“It’s full grown,” Blade opens his mouth wide.  “Yeah.  She needed a shrimpy dog.  She can carry it around.”

“We gotta fix this.”

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“So let me get this straight,” you take a deep breath.  Beckett on your hip while you look at Blade who is avoiding your eye contact, and Fable who is smiling so big holding onto that dog that she has talked about for weeks.  “Fable got a dog that we agreed to get her.”

“You did!  I didn’t have to do the face with Hawwy?” when you look at her, her face falls, and she starts kissing at Asiago.  Hoping you ignore her comment.

“There’s a face? And what happened to the Uncy Hawwy?” Fable shrugs and gives him a sweet smile. “I’ve been had by a toddler.”

“Me not a toddwew, me is fouw, Eggy is a toddwew. Me is a big giwl. But back dis up,” that sweet daughter of yours gives you her best smile, tilting her head, “You and daddy wewe going to buy me a teddy beaw dog?”

“Yes, we did.  But because you got a fluffy thing, your father had to get a huge ass dog to over compensate for the yippy dog?” 

“Mommy said ass.”

“Faby!” 

“You said it first.”

“I’m an adult.  You and Assgo play, while I talk to your father,” she snorts at you saying the dog’s name wrong, while you zero in on Harry and Blade.  “You basically bought a horse.”

“Open floor plan.  We got the room.  He’ll love it.  That thing yipped at me.  And look at his face,” he holds the giant puppy up for you to see his sweet face.  “Zeus.”

“You named the dog Zeus?”

“Yes, look,” he points at a pattern of spots that resembles a lightning bolt.  “He is the god of dogs, and has that.  Zeus.”

“You’re never babysitting again.”

“Well, I never.  I didn’t ask,” Harry crosses his arms across his chest.  “You two asked me.  I did you favor.”

“Where’s your wives and ginger babies?”

Harry’s smile softens at the mention of wives and babies.  “They’re at the castle.  Winnie told Otto he needed to read after surgery to help with his um,” he wiggles his fingers at his throat.  “Is it mean to say I don’t want him to change the way he speaks?”

“He wants to speak clearly,” Blade tells him.  “I remember when I spoke like that, and had the stuttering.  It’s not fun, and people tend to make fun of you.  He’s thirteen.  That’s hard.  I’m surprised that Winnie was confident it would change.”

“It did change.  He could pronounce Rs better.  But back to the horse and the teddy.  You realize we have two puppies,” Beckett wiggles around, creating grabby hands at Zeus.  “No, buddy.  You’re too rough.”

“The teddy is full grown,” Harry informs you, his hand letting Zeus’ long tongue lick at it.

“Well, that’s good, since we’ve got a whole horse, that I’m assuming is staying inside?” Blade gives you a nod.  “And when he needs training, it’s your job.  Asiago is full grown, and I’m assuming she’s trained?” it’s Harry that nods at you this time.  “Alright.  Harry tell your wives I said hey.  I’m sure the babies are being suffocated by Story who has always wanted a red headed baby.  Please save them.”

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[gamergirl929]

Jealousy (Becky Lynch x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Becky is jealous of the reader for having a newbie flirting with her, so reader comforts her by saying that she loves only her.

Little angst, and a little Charlynch banter, please enjoyyyy!

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.  

“Becky...”  

Becky stares down the hall, so enthralled in her staring that she didn’t hear her ex best friend saying her name.  

“BEX!”  

Becky jumps, a brow arched as she turns to look at Charlotte Flair.  

“Wat do ya want?” She asks, eyes narrowed and Charlotte rolls her eyes.  

“Stop tapping your foot so much, it’s driving me nuts.” She growls, the woman crossing her arms across her chest as she glances down the hallway where you, and WWE’s newest charge, Jade, are standing.  

“Not that I ACTUALLY care, but why are you glaring at Y/N?” Charlotte asks, leaning against the wall beside Becky.  

“I’m not glaring at Y/N.” She mumbles and Charlotte’s brows arch.  

“Ohhh, so you’re glaring at-

“Her name ain’t worth saying.” Becky growls, a smirk stretching across Charlotte’s face.  

“Becky Lynch, are you jealous?” She snorts, Becky turning her way with a deadly glare.  

“I am NOT jealous.” She snarls, a high-pitched giggle making her turn back towards you, the woman’s brown orbs full of nothing but fury as she-who-must-not-be-named grabs your forearm.  

Becky’s lip curls in a snarl, a snarl that makes Charlotte snort.  

“Not jealous my ass.”  

Becky groans.  

“Don’t ya have somewhere else ta be?”  

Charlotte hums, shaking her head as she stares down at her cuticles.  

“No.”  

Becky growls, turning back to you, eyes widening when she sees you looking her way, a smile stretching across your face as you send her a wink.  

Moments later, she-who-must-not-be-named follows your gaze, the woman’s eyes narrowing slightly.  

“Looks to me like you have nothing to worry about.” Charlotte shrugs, sending the woman a glare of her own.  

She wouldn’t admit it if asked, but she still cared for Becky, and the last thing she wanted was someone coming between you and her.  

She-who-must-not-be-named turns away when Charlotte’s green orbs lock with hers, knowing she can no way out glare The Queen.  

Becky turns to Charlotte, a grin stretching across her face.  

“What?” Charlotte asks, innocently and Becky shakes her head.  

“Nothin’.”  

                                                          ***

The more time you spent with... HER, the more insecure Becky had started to feel, HER, intentions were obviously clear, at least to Becky, though she wondered if you were completely oblivious to the woman’s intentions as you had been when Becky had liked you.  

“Hey, what’s on your mind?”  

Becky jumps at the sound of your voice, the Irishwoman smiling as you jump up and sit down on the crate beside her.  

“Not a lot.” Becky shrugs, resting her head on your shoulder.  

You snort.  

“You were NEVER good at lying you know?” You tease, the woman rolling her eyes.  

“Seriously, what’s bothering you?” You whisper, The Man sighing softly.  

“It’s nothin’ love.” She says, picking her head up and kissing your cheek.  

“Hey Y/N!”  

What sounds like a tiny growl leaves Becky as, WWE’s newest charge into view, something that you immediately key into.  

“Hey.” You smile softly, making no attempt to move away from your girlfriend. "Mind if we talk later? I think I’ve neglected Becky enough tonight.” You smile, giving the Irishwoman a nudge, an Irishwoman who sends she-who-must-not-be-named a cocky smirk.  

“Y-Y-Yeah, of course.” She stammers, the woman sending Becky a glare before she stomps off.  

You shake your head when you see Becky smirking out of the corner of your eye.  

“What’s that look for?” You ask, Becky’s brown orbs widening before she turns away.  

“Wat look?”  

You turn to Becky, eyes narrowed.  

“That look you get after you kick someone’s ass who said you couldn’t kick their ass.”  

Becky glances away, humming.  

“I didn’t have dat look...” She mumbles and your eyes narrow further.  

“Sure, you didn’t.”  

You knew something was bothering her and you were going to get to the bottom of it.  

                                                          ***

The more time you spent with, Jade, the more the subtle hints that she’d felt for you things that went beyond friendship rose to the surface.

The subtle forearm touches, the way she’d lean against you when the two of you would talk, the look on her face when you’d send her a smile.  

You’d noticed it all, and now, you realized what it was that made Becky so sour on her, and it was that realization alone that pushed you to talk about it with Becky.  

But FIRST, you needed to talk to HER about it.  

And THAT was a conversation you weren’t ready to have.  

You rub the back of your neck as you move through the backstage area, your eyes darting to the woman you were in no way looking forward to talking to.  

“Hey!” Jade beams as she jumps to her feet, giving you a smile you half-heartedly return.  

“Hey.” You smile, the woman’s eyes narrowing.  

“What’s wrong?” She asks with a frown and you take a deep breath.

“I needed to talk to you about something...”  

Jade nods, the brunette grabbing your hand and leading you to a remote part of the arena so the two of you can talk in private.  

You grimace, the feel of Jade’s hand holding yours making your stomach churn.

You pull your hand away from her and lean against a nearby wall.  

“L-Look...” You swallow hard, taking a deep breath. “You know, Becky and I are together, right?” You say and Jade nods, a hint of something flaring in her blue orbs that makes your eyes narrow.  

“Yeah.” She says flatly and you sigh.  

“Listen Jade... I’ve noticed...” You shuffle from foot to foot, the brunette’s brows arching.  

“I’ve noticed the way you look at me... And...”  

“I know you’re with Becky... But I-”  

Jade cuts you off by taking a step towards you, the about to trap you against the wall, but you side step her just in time to prevent that.  

“Jade, I love Becky, I love her more than anything in the world, and I need you to respect that.”  

Jade glances away, frowning in a way that’s more angry than sad.  

“And if I can’t?”  

You shrug.  

“You’re going to have to, because I love Becky Lynch more than anything in the world, and you have to respect that, because I’m going to be with her for a long, long time.”  

“Now if you want to be friends, that’s fine, but we can’t be anything more...” 

You frown, turning on your heels and marching off, unaware that someone nearby had been listening to your conversation intently, someone who had a massive grin on her face that she couldn’t wipe off.  

Becky leans back against the wall she was just peeking around, a lovesick smile on her face.  

“She loves me.”  

Becky’s eyes widen when she hears a familiar snarl, something that makes her brows arch and a grin stretch across her face.  

“LEAVE Y/N ALONE, IF ANYTHING HAPPENS AND SHE AND BECKY BREAK UP, I’M COMING AFTER YOU.” Charlotte snarls angrily before marching off, completely missing Becky who’s hidden in a dark corner nearby.

Becky snorts.  

“Ya don’t care my arse.”  

                                                            ***

You frown when you get to the hotel room that night, only to find it empty, your girlfriend nowhere to be seen.  

You huff, shuffling towards the bed, your ears perking up when you heard the door open behind you.

The door swings open and Becky walks in, smiling as she takes your waist and pulls you in, her lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss.  

“Ey.” She grins, tilting her head back to kiss your forehead.  

“Hi.” You whisper, your forehead resting against hers.  

Becky’s brown orbs dart around your face for a moment before her lips part, the two of you speaking at roughly the same time.

“I-”

“I’m-”

Becky nods the two of you moving to sit on the end of the bed.  

“Go ahead love.”  

You clear your throat.  

“I talked to Jade today...” You whisper, Becky feigning ignorance as you shuffle nervously in your seat.  

“Ya do dat everyday love.” She gives you a nudge and you roll your eyes.  

“Shut up.” You mumble, shrugging. “I doubt we’ll be talking anymore.”

Becky’s brows furrow, the woman knowing full well what happened, but not wanting to admit she’d been listening.  

“Wat happened?”  

You take a deep breath.  

“She liked me, as... As more than friends, but I told her the truth that...” You stop mid-sentence, glancing away, your cheeks flushing.  

“Da truth?” She whispers, feeling utter elation in her heart, the woman wanting to hear those three words leave your mouth.  

And she was about to.

“I love you...” You lick your lips, Becky’s lips splitting into a grin, the nervousness fading away with the help of her toothy grin.  

“Ya love me?” She asks, and you hum, a knowing hint to Becky’s tone.  

“I do, but it sounds like you already knew.”  

Becky’s eyes widen as she glances away.  

“Ummm... I may have uhhh, happened ta... Hear... Somethin’...”

Your eyes widen.

“You were listening in!” You smack her in the arm, and Becky cringes.  

“I didn’t plan on it! I was headed to da locker room when I heard ya!”  

You blow a raspberry at her, the Irishwoman sticking her tongue out at you.  

“So, you heard me...?” You whisper, Becky’s eyes widening slightly.  

“Ya mean when ya told Jade ya loved me?” She smiles, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Yeah, I heard ya.”  

She leans back in, kissing your lips.  

“And I love ya too...”  

You cup Becky’s cheeks and pull her in for a passionate kiss, her lips moving against yours.  

The two of you eventually part, neither going far as you playfully brush your noses together.  

“I can’t believe ya beat me to it.” Becky chuckles.  

“Guess you weren’t fast enough.” You wink teasingly.  

The two of you crawl to the head of the bed and cuddle close together, your head resting on Becky’s chest.  

“Ya won’t believe who ELSE came ta yell at Jade.”  

Your eyes widen.  

“Charlotte?” You guess, Becky nodding with a laugh.  

“Ya! She tore her a new arse hole.”  

You shake your head as Becky’s fingers rake through your hair.  

“Told you she still cared.”  

The two of you fall silent, simply basking in one another’s presence, hearts warm in your chests.  

“I meant what I said...” You whisper, Becky humming as she looks down at you.  

“I love you.” You whisper and Becky grins.  

“Well, I meant wat I said, I love ya too.”  

You roll over on top of your girlfriend, your lips meeting in a tender kiss.  

“And I know just how to show you...” You smirk, Becky grinning as you pull your shirt over your head.  

“Can’t say I’m complainin’.”  

[abbeyroadie]

I know others have gotten that stupid question when someone finds out that you like The Beatles they ask, “Oh yeah? Name five Beatles songs that weren’t big hits.” The other day I told someone that my favorite Beatle is Paul McCartney and they said, “Ok, name five songs from McCartney’s solo career.” Laaaaaawd I have nothing to prove to anyone, but it always grinds my gears when people assume I’m only wearing a Beatles t-shirt for aesthetics, or I only love Paul for his looks. Bitch please.

So I compiled this list of songs that I first tried to narrow down to ten and quickly realized I couldn’t even narrow it down to twenty, lol. My favorite Paul McCartney songs post Beatles era are listed below with links to YouTube to hear each song. I left out anything he did as a collaboration just because this list is hella long already. Please feel free to add your favs as well!

~

36. Calico Skies

- I love the simplicity of this song. Paul’s finger picking on the guitar vaguely reminds me of the style of Blackbird.

 35. Put It There

- This song has a soft, sweet melody that always gets stuck in my head.

 34. The World Tonight

- “I go back so far, I’m in front of me.” Sometimes Paul’s lyrics are awesomesauce, lol.

 33. Call Me Back Again

- I love how this song kinda goes back to his roots. Very oldies, very bluesy. Lots of wailing Paul and great guitar licks.

 32. This One

- Might be a song for John if you squint sideways and upside down. Another one that’s a definite earworm.

 30./31. Venus and Mars/Rock Show

- I’m sort of cheating but these two songs def go together. Venus and Mars is very melodic and draws you in, jumping right into the rocker that is aptly named Rock Show. A great way to kick off the V&M album.

 29. C Moon

- This tune is very sentimental to my sister and me. As kids we’d run around the house singing it at the top of our lungs. Also, the beginning when Paul misses the intro and just keeps the gaff in the song makes it that much better, lol.

 28. Somedays

- A quiet song, Paul’s more thoughtful, reflective side. The dueling acoustic guitars and harp are especially lovely.

 27. Big Barn Bed

- I used to skip over this song because I thought it made no sense. Then one day it hit me how much fun it is. And now I wanna keep on sleeping in a big barn bed too, haha.

 26. With a Little Luck

- One of those uplifting, positive tracks that Paul is so freaking good at creating.

 25. Young Boy

- Just the way Paul sings “looooooong” and “strooooong” at the end of a couple of the lyrics. And the guitar solo kicks ass too.

 24. Goodnight Tonight

- Ooh boy, where to start with this song? First and foremost, that BASSLINE. Perhaps it’s a disco-ish dance number that meets electronica? I don’t even know. John said he didn’t like this song but he loved Paul’s bass playing on it, so there you go, lol.

 23. Nineteen-Hundred and Eighty-Five

- This one is very upbeat, but the slowed down intermission with the “ooohs” is what makes it interesting to me. It also includes some amazing piano playing.

 22. Hi, Hi, Hi

- I prefer the live version of this song, but it’s tons of fun no matter what.

 21. Junk

- A very soft tune that would have fit perfectly on The White Album. Very stripped back and almost sad.

 20. Off the Ground

- Paul at his very best at creating melodies that are catchy and fun and don’t delve too deep. “I need lovin’, you need lovin’ too.” And you can’t forget the hand claps and la la las! Good luck getting this song out of your head.

 19. Live and Let Die

- I’d be surprised if you haven’t heard this song sometime in your life. It’s one of those songs where you hear it and go, “Wait, I know this song. This is Paul McCartney?!” He be James Bond like that, heehee.

 18. Dear Boy

- I’ve heard this song is about Linda’s ex. Some think it’s about John. Either way, it’s a catchy little tune.

 17. Take It Away

- This is a great song even before you realize how amazeballs Paul’s bass playing is on it.

 16. Monkberry Moon Delight

- Y’all, WHAT EVEN IS THIS SONG?! I don’t know, but it’s so freaking FUN! Paul’s poor voice though. I feel like he probably couldn’t talk for a week after laying down the vocal track, lol.

 15. Too Much Rain

- Ugh, this song is so beautiful and so sad at the same time. Paul trying to be optimistic as always.

 14. Dear Friend

- Is this a song about John too? Maybe. Probably. A haunting melody with a solitary piano for most of it, with a heavy feeling of regret, at least imo.

 13. Band on the Run

- Here you get three songs in one, not unlike the Abbey Road medley but completely different as well. Paul knows how to kick off an album, that’s for sure!

 12. Maybe I’m Amazed

- I prefer the live version of this song too, but it kicks you in the gut no matter what. Paul loved Linda so much, and he lets everyone know it.

 11. Tug of War

- Ok, I don’t know if this song is about John. It could be. It sounds like Paul’s talking about something…more. “In another world we could stand on top of the mountain with our flag unfurled.” “We will be dancing to the beat played on a different drum.” What is Paul trying to say exactly? Many have debated the lyrics to no end. You decide.

 10. Too Many People

- This is FOR SURE about John, and the breakup of the Beatles. And it started a song war between John and Paul that would go on for years. But it’s also a bop, lol.

 9. Here Today

- This is Paul speaking to John after John’s death. And it’s completely heartbreaking. I have to be in a certain mindset to listen to this one.

 8. Hope of Deliverance

- If this song doesn’t get your foot tapping and your head bopping, idk you might want to check your pulse.

 7. Silly Love Songs

- DAT BASS THO. For real, this song is built around Paul’s bassline and it’s amazing! Also, this was Paul basically giving John the finger for making fun of his “granny shit” and “silly love songs.”

 6. Jet

- This is one that I crank up in my car and it may or may not make me drive a little faster, lol. I love it so much.

 5. Little Lamb Dragonfly

- A two for one! Both songs are lovely, but I particularly love the dragonfly lyrics and melody. (Yes, this song is possibly about John as well (“how did two rights make a wrong?”), but it’s debatable.) Listening to it once usually isn’t enough for me.

4. Little Willow

- Whew, this one makes me emotional. The guitar, the lyrics, the piano, Paul’s voice – all so soothing and unbelievably soft and achy. It breaks my heart in the sweetest way.

 3. Mull Of Kintyre

- Arguably the biggest hit of Paul’s solo career, it’s like the Hey Jude of its own time. And it has freaking BAGPIPES, lol. This is one of those songs that you’ve heard before, but you don’t know where and you don’t know how, you just have. It will stick with you for a long time.

 2. Let Me Roll It

- This song. THIS SONG. Ughhhhhhhh. So sexy I can’t even begin to explain. You just have to listen and let it take you there. Another one where the bassline makes you want to weep. Tingles. Tingles everywhere.

 1. Wanderlust

- This will forever be my favorite solo Paul McCartney song. Completely underrated and simply magical. George Martin has said that this is Paul’s greatest vocal performance and I wholly agree. His voice is so pure and melodic, I sometimes get emotional listening to it. The song as a whole just checks all the boxes of what I most love about a Paul McCartney song – beautiful, melodious and timeless. There’s that old jokey saying, “If this ain’t played at my funeral, I ain’t going.” Yeah, this is that song for me.

[dethshit]

Hung Where You Can See

Dec 14th: Kissing Under The MIstletoe

It all started out as a harmless prank.

Murderface was dead set on getting a kiss from someone this Christmas. He was getting tired of being considered the least desirable member of Dethklok. There had been a new publication ranking the band. Skwisgaar (of course) took number one followed by Nathan. Pickles and Toki were tied and he was placed dead last.

He was gonna get a kiss one way or another at the Christmas party, even if it was just a pity smooch from a Klokateer.

He’d take it.

So he did what any rational person would do: he covered the entire ceiling of Mordhaus in mistletoe.

Some of it was absolutely nauseating to look at. He had to clear out several stores and he ended up with many that had mounds of glitter. It trickled down like fashionable dandruff. He had the entire rainbow as well in every color imaginable. The traditional red and green ones made their presence known and he secretly hoped that he would be kissed under one of those instead of the neon colored greens, blues, pinks and golds.

He stepped out to the dining room, carefully plotting his course to avoid any unwanted kisses. He made it to the table safe and sat down to enjoy the breakfast (or what constituted for a breakfast time) Jean-Pierre had made.

“What the fuck is all of this?” Nathan growled, poking at a low hanging glittery one. His scowl deepened as it sprinkled glitter onto his shirt.

“Sss mistletoe.” Pickles slurred, tequila bottle in hand.

Toki pulled one down from the ceiling and examined the silvery leaves. “What ams mistletoe?” He asked as he pulled at the fake berries in the center of the leaves.

“Ifs yous get caughts underneaths it, yous has to kiss de others persons.” Skwisgaar snickered, Pickles cackling quietly under his breath.

“Yous have to?” Toki looked apprehensive and he threw it away as if he had been burned.

“Yeeep. Dat’s the law, dood.” Pickles said, taking another drink from his bottle.

Toki made a face before leaning forward and kissing Skwisgaar.

“WHATS DE FUCK?!” The lead guitarist screeched, rubbing at his mouth. Toki pointed at the ceiling where the two had been caught under a bright pink mistletoe. “Pickle said it ams the law.” Skwisgaar recoiled away. “He amnest serious!”

Pickles laughed loudly, leaning against Nathan’s arm only to feel the man stiffen. “What’s wrong with y-” His question died on his lips as he followed Nathan’s dark scowl to the clump of golden mistletoe above their heads. Pickles shrugged and pulled on Nathan’s shirt, landing a long kiss on the vocalist’s lips.

Nathan jumped back as if Pickles electrocuted him and the ginger only grinned lazily. He gave a halfhearted shrug. “Said it was law, dood.”

The rest of the day was spent plotting routes around the mistletoe and awkward kisses shared between the band.

So far, Murderface had gotten a total of zero.

Pickles didn’t care about the mistletoe and had gotten a number of kisses from giggling Klokateers and groaning bandmates.

Nathan had managed to only get a handful, mostly from Pickles who kept running into him.

Skwisgaar openly took any kisses from the Klokateers but avoided his fellow bandmates like the plague to avoid the breakfast fiasco.

Toki also had gotten a fair number, blushing and giggling like an idiot whenever he had to share a kiss with someone.

Offdensen had taken one look at the ceiling and refused to leave his office afterwards, locking the door.

Murderface tried to be wherever people were, trying to get any form of kiss but it seemed they knew his plan to get a kiss at the Christmas party.

The room was full of people, kisses and giggles being shared liberally.

Murderface was the only exception, a cup of heavily spiked eggnog (courtesy of Pickles) was his only companion. He took a long drink and sighed, resting his head on the cheap red table cloth. The plastic felt warm and it smelled like Play-Doh.  

“U-Um. Excuse me?” A hand gently tapped his shoulder and he jumped back in his seat. The plastic had stuck to his forehead and he swore as he struggled to rip the plastic off. His eggnog had spilled into his lap and now his pants smelled like spices, custard and booze.

“Oh my!” Gentle hands helped pry the plastic off his forehead and they passed him a handful of napkins. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” His glare softened as he stared into soft downturned chocolate eyes. The person shifted, looking away from him with a soft blush showing through their tan skin.

They towered him and he felt like a little kid next to them. They were fucking huge. They were built like a bodybuilder with broad shoulders and a wide torso that didn’t reveal if they were a man or a woman. They had some fat around their middle, giving them a nice softness that followed down their thighs and ass.

They could easily snap him in two if they wanted to and he was absolutely gobsmacked.

They shifted again, holding out another handful of napkins in their hand. “You might want to clean that before it makes your pants sticky.” They advised quietly.

He was too busy trying to place their accent. They sounded...exotic. Like they were from Asia but they didn’t look like any Asian person Murderface had ever met. His brain raced, going through his limited human interactions. Maybe from an island? That was the next best thing he could think of.

“A-Are you...okay? Do you need help?”

He snapped out of his thoughts and snatched the napkins out of the offered hand, blushing furiously. “Fine, juscht fine.” Their face fell and he kicked himself. “...thanksch a lot.”

They offered him a small smile, the white teeth a contrast to the tan skin. “Of course.”

He patted the front of his jeans awkwardly, grateful he hadn’t gone with his usual shorts. “S-Scho uh...you with the Klokateers?”

They shook their wide head. “No, I was here with my friend but he said something about having to make a special appointment? I have no idea what that means but, knowing him, I really don’t want to know.”

Murderface chuckled. It sounded a lot like Skwisgaar and his ‘appointments’ with his gross grandma fetish. “Sounds like he’s gonna get laid.”

They turned light pink and laughed, their whole frame shaking and Murderface was frozen in place by the sound. They were glowing, practically radiating pure joy. “You are probably right! I can’t believe it took me this long to get what he meant!” They wiped the corner of their eye where a tear had leaked.

Murderface grinned, his confidence growing. His eyes darted above their heads and he mentally screamed in joy.

A ball of mistletoe was over their head, the little white berries winking slyly at him in the light.

“Well...would you look at that?” He pointed to the ceiling, his grin stretching.

They followed his line of sight and blanched. “O-Oh?”

“Seems we gotta kissch now. It’sch the law, you know.” He quoted Pickles, hoping it would score him at least a peck on the cheek that he could gloat about and take wildly out of proportion.

He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, waiting expectantly.

Five minutes had passed and he cracked open an eye. They were still stuck staring in fear at the bundle of mistletoe. “Uhhh...” He rubbed the back of his neck as he turned bright red.

“Lischten you don’t have to-”

“N-No, I’m sorry. Some...unpleasant memories if you will.” They scratched their cheek, looking away from him. They squeezed their eyes shut and gathered all their courage before bending down and planting a kiss dead center on his lips.

He was frozen, staring wide eyed as thick lips met his own. Their hands were clutching desperately on his biceps and he was certain there was going to be finger shaped bruises.

The kiss went on for a few more seconds before he was let go, the other party hiding their face. “I...Sorry!” They squeaked out before running away from him, disappearing into the crowd.

Murderface was too stunned to even call out to them.

[ain-t-bovvered]

15X11 Commentary

I’M AN ASSHOLE THAT FORGOT I STILL HAD THIS EPISODE TO FINISH LOL.

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy​​​ (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​​​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Nat: 3

Nat: 2

Nat: 1

Nat: go

Giulia: lol that tapping tho

 Zee: The hissing again

Giulia: Didn t need the hiss

Nat: All good thing must come to an end

Nat: Ew

Giulia: This song tho

Nat: "Big Sam left Seattle"

Zee: He’s too mousy

Giulia: DADDY

Zee: Oh the snacc

Zee: Tf?

Nat: Ah

Giulia: AAAH JEEZ

Nat: Yum

Giulia: he had to have that deep voice. Damn

Nat: Who dat

Zee: Of course

Giulia: Yummy

Giulia: I hope the Winchester won’t kill him

Giulia: Wow

Zee: Ouch

Zee: Welcome

Giulia: MY BABY

Nat: Ah the other daddy

Giulia: LOVE HIM

Zee: When did his voice get so deep?

Nat: snorts, they really went right

Giulia: WHY DIDN T THEY USE THE PHONE

Zee: Silent mode

Nat: SILENT MODE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION.   I AGREE

Giulia: what a dad

Zee: Old school bitches

Nat: That smolder

Giulia: Change your diet

Zee: Damn. Does he really sound that deep?

Giulia: Jensen doesn t

Nat: Jensen doesn't but he does have a loud voice

Giulia: Compensating for last time’s kick

Giulia: HEWWO

Giulia: Agent Watts

Nat: Working a Case in Alaska

Giulia: Lizzo

Nat: I'm too old for this shit

 Zee: Jack

Giulia: AAAAAH BB

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: AWE BABE

Nat: BABY

Giulia: AWE

Giulia: DON T

Giulia: MY HEART

 Giulia: THAT FUCKING UGH

Giulia: WOW

 Nat: LOL

Zee: Stop shouting y’all

Nat: WE'RE ON A BUDGET

Giulia: wow

Nat: Two forks

Nat: awe

 Zee: Awe poor babies

Giulia: Snort he’s lactose intolerant 

Nat: I feel you Dean

Zee: Nuts is good

Giulia: Nuts is good

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: NUTS IS GOOD

Zee: He should shut his face

Giulia: Yeah you are

Giulia: THAT POUT

Nat: Sort of an accident. Yeah

Giulia: DEAN CONTROL YOUR FACE

Giulia: sounds like a job for them

 Nat: OH NO

Giulia: OH UH

Zee: He’s so done

Giulia: aaah not ready for cas reaction

Nat: CAS IS DONE

Giulia: AAAAH

Zee: I mean you can stab him but not baby

Zee: Oh shit

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: AW JACK

Nat: NO

Giulia: I DON T UNDERSTAND

Nat: WHY

Giulia: oh ok

Zee: A heart?

Nat: NO

Nat: JACK BB

Giulia: Lol those bar are always the same tho

Zee: Tf is that coin ?

Nat: Winchesters are broke

Zee: Two waters

Giulia: Waters

Nat: Two waters

Nat: PAX

Zee: Pax

Giulia: PAX

Nat: PAX THE SNAXX

Giulia: TO THE MAXX

Giulia: look at him

Nat: so deep

Zee: What she said

Giulia: He’s getting me distracted

Nat: touch it

Zee: Touch it

 Giulia: TOUCH IT

Nat: i'd love to

Giulia: don t mind if I do

Giulia: Average

Zee: Control your fucking lips

Nat: lol of course "keep playing"

Zee: Is this the deep voice ep?

Nat: It's probably a criteria to be cast

Giulia: Can he stop with his hands

Nat: I know

Giulia: When he was 4

Nat: Swinging clubs before you were born snorts

Zee: Between naps and snacks

Giulia: The triangle right

Nat: you saw it too. THANK GOD

Giulia: of course. 

My eyes went : ZOOOOOM

still me: 

Nat: I swear it was on purpose

Giulia: He’s so strong

Giulia: Oh

Zee: I think I miss important

Nat: What

Nat: that fucking smolder

Nat: stop your lips

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: fuck off

Giulia: What she doesn’t say

 Nat: oh oh

Giulia: I DON T LIKE IT

Zee: Lots of hands close-ups, I ain’t complaining

Giulia: ah

Giulia: Sam

Nat: Bundles of eggs?

Giulia: Witch hex bags

Giulia: IT’S REALLY NOT

Nat: ah

Zee: Does she really not know ?

Nat: OH, she knows

Giulia: Where is the snac

Zee: should have walked away

Zee: There’s one

Nat: What

Giulia: Ah

Giulia: MY OTHER BABY

Giulia: MURDER BABY

Nat: Wha does Jack want

Giulia: hearts

Zee: But why?

Nat: I'm on a roll

Zee: Sucks you in

Giulia: What he said

Nat: OnE mORe GamE

Giulia: I heard Daddy out of dean’s mouth and im not ok

Zee: I’m dying here

Giulia: NICE

Nat: He's so full of himself

Giulia: KICK MY ASS TOO

Giulia: SO COCKY

 Zee: Smack is better

Giulia: NO KICK IT

Nat: oh no

Giulia: AWE

Zee: Rodeo

Giulia: are we spending this whole ep with jazz music and pool

Nat: Sam so proud

Zee: Hell of an ep

Giulia: Stop that tongue

Nat: Apparently not

Nat: OH shit

Nat: He ded

Zee: The crinkles

Zee: I’m dead

Giulia: Dean will be happy

Nat: Dean won't like this. He just involuntarily killed a man

Giulia: Yup

Zee: Great

Nat: shit

Giulia: Yup

Giulia: Awe Sam

Nat: Sam's always so righteous

Giulia: Well he actually doesn’t seem so bummed

Zee: Annoyingly so sometimes

Giulia: Baby treat me right

Giulia: AWE HE GOT IT RIGHT

Nat: No, because he's really set to beat Chuck

Giulia: yeah

Zee: Awe his face

Giulia: SNORT

Nat: Ah Cas showed his badge right?

Giulia: yeah

Nat: Did ya see?

Nat: He was holding it up the wrong way?

Giulia: .

Giulia: PAX

Nat: She's the one who played you, Dean!

Giulia: the fuck he is

Giulia: Dark castiel?

Zee: A what ?

Giulia: With that black trench coat

Zee: I want cas dressed like that

Giulia: He should have had the black trench. In the promo he was

Giulia: Ok but how is Jack alright now 

Nat: Billy got work for him

Zee: Hello

Giulia: HEY SNACC

Nat: See. It's her

Giulia: AWE SO YUMMY

 Nat: He's bulkier than Dean

Nat: I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE SONS

Giulia: Can I be in that sandwich tho

Nat: A beach read?

Zee: Beach read

Giulia: Beach read

Giulia: Wow

Nat: YES YOU ARE BABY

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAH

Nat: TOLSTOY

Giulia: TOLSTOY

Nat: Tell her

Giulia: don t touch sam

Giulia: OF COURSE SAM

Zee: Oh come on

Giulia: HEY STOP THAT

Zee: Thanks for the recap

Giulia: so tired of people hurting my innocent baby ok

Nat: Jack's not afraid because he knows that he's gonna come back

Giulia: Completely innocent

Giulia: U like children

Giulia: Yuck

Giulia: Kill him

Nat: YEAH you fucking pedo

Giulia: AAAAAH

Giulia: DAD

Nat: so billy sends Jack out to kill those

Giulia: NICE

Zee: Dad to the rescue

Giulia: I AM NOT PREPARED

Nat: That eyebrow

Zee: We could use some more light

Giulia: SOB

Nat: Sammy you got this

Giulia: He is so worried

Zee: So focused

Nat: Liver failure... and she looks at Dean lol

Giulia: Liver failure

Zee: THE god

Giulia: Little guy

Giulia: Squirrley as hell

Zee: Welcome to the club

Nat: When you apes climbed down from the trees... aw

Giulia: Thanks

Giulia: Oh this is actually interesting tho

Nat: Get her on board and then go against Chuck

Zee: She knows Chuck

Nat: I mean

Giulia: All the gods

Zee: And when you lose

Nat: Dean lol

Giulia: YAS SAM

Zee: Learnt from my brother

Giulia: No stop it

Nat: NO

Giulia: NO

Zee: There’s always a catch

Nat: DON'T

Giulia: STOP

Zee: They will say yes

Giulia: OF COURSE

Nat: WHY DID KNOW THAT SAM WOULD SAY YES

Giulia: AWE SAM

Giulia: not to the Winchesters

Zee: 15 years

Nat: Ok, but now beat her alright

Giulia: SUCH HEROES

Nat: But like, she fucking lives in a pool hall. What are the odds

Giulia: I ‘m sick of this music and pool tho

Nat: Hate it

Nat: NO

Giulia: Of course

Nat: Are they gonna die

Zee: Fuck

Zee: They can’t yet

Giulia: Thanks

Nat: Ah right, still 9 episodes to go

Nat: Our luck will do that on its own

Giulia: Awe

Nat: Wait what

Zee: She let them out

Giulia: Sob

Zee: Our kind

Nat: Awe

Nat: She helps them

Zee: Make him play yours

Giulia: Make him play yours

Zee: Mojo back

Giulia: Awe are they back to normal

Nat: Awe

Zee: Yes

Nat: Good

Giulia: Dean stuffing his mouth with cheese

Nat: Scratcher

 Nat: lol

Zee: Porn

Giulia: Sob

 Giulia: What was that high note lol

Nat: Back to back double cheese burgers

Nat: Oh oh

Zee: Wait for it

Nat: Oh oh

Giulia: can t wait for jack

Nat: Oh Oh

Nat: OOOHHHHH

Giulia: SOB

Giulia: HEWWO

Nat: AAAAHHHHHH

Zee: So much hurt

Giulia: AAAAAAAAAAAH

Giulia: SAAAAM

Nat: I didn't think I would cry

Giulia: SOB

Giulia: NO

Giulia: STOP DEANP

Giulia: HE LOOKS AT CAS

Zee: Our son is back

Giulia: SOB

Zee: And you let him?

Nat: every day I wanted to come HOME

Giulia: awe Jack bb

Giulia: Grandfather

Nat: He's afraid of me.

Giulia: YES HE IS

Nat: JACK WILL BECOME THE NEW GOD

Giulia: OF COURSE

Giulia: but they just said that there can’t be no god

Zee: So it won’t be the Winchesters?

Nat: It's plausible that Jack will take over.

Nat: He's not God-god. He's Jack-god.

Nat: Ok, so promo then I need to leave

Giulia: UGH

Giulia: if don’t come I’m dead

Giulia: ...same

Giulia: Snort

Giulia: I need Jesus

Nat: What I say

Zee: March 16!

Zee: Hate it

Nat: Sob

Zee: It’s been established

Giulia: I just wish they could change the finale date

Zee: I mean why do they have to drag it like that?

Giulia: There are festivities or some shit idk

Giulia: The superbowl?

Giulia: Whatever

Zee: Oh that shit is on?

Zee: We have a month and a half to find a solution

Nat: There. He showed it the wrong way first?

Zee: Yeah he did

Zee: Lovely dork

Giulia: Ah shit I was writing here and look after he turned it around

Zee: Me too

Nat: Yes hi hello, this is Pax the Snaxx

Zee: Yes hi hello

Giulia: Fuck

Zee: I didn’t ask for this

Nat: Apparently, I don't care

Zee: Apparently you’re a bitch

Nat: Apparently, he's not been always a snaxx

Nat: Because

Nat: snorts

Giulia: Aaaaand it’s gone

Giulia: I love beards, my god

Zee: So fucking vanilla

Giulia: I can’t taste anything

Giulia: This tho?

....the flavour is amazing

Giulia: Yum

Zee: I can’t complain about this flavor either

Zee: Nat started chaos and now she’s sitting somewhere laughing like the evil bitch she is

Nat: No, like I've seen other pics of him and I will spare it for you. But like in the ep he's a damn fucking main course

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[rendreamafterdark]

4:20pm (m)

— lee jeno

** mature content; piss kink, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral female receiving, oral male receiving, mention of drugs, swearing, crazy stuff. **

Word Count: 3k

- Genre: Smut, Humor, CRACK, Fluff, (if you squint) Stoner!jeno AU

- Teaser: You borrow weed from the hottest stoner at university, but you don’t have the proper funds to pay him back.

you gently tug at the roots of your hair as you stare at the notes in front of you. with it being december, finals week was just around the corner. you were stressed as fuck about it, to say the least. stress was consuming you whole and you needed some sort of reliever. you hadn’t smoked weed since high school, but boy did some of the devil’s lettuce sound good right now.

“dammit,” you muttered to yourself, “everyone keeps telling me not to talk to him. i might just have to now.”

the only problem with getting the weed was who you were getting it from.

lee jeno. the one everyone warns you about. apparently he started smoking weed since he was in the womb. he smokes so much, everyone’s surprised he made it this long.

“fuck it,” you muttered, grabbing your coat and heading out the door. despite all the bad rumours, he sold that gud shit; you needed to meet him.

you took a deep breath as you approached the skate park. you could see jeno fail at landing a simple ollie from a mile away, strangely, his friends cheering like he really did sumn.

“woah, that shit was dope, my guy,” na jaemin said, clapping jeno on the back. jeno smiled, lazily, bro hugging the shorter boy.

“aight kids. weed is on me tonight, since y’all liked it so much. gotta show my homies some love, no homo tho,” jeno said, rubbing his bloodshot eyes. jaemin smirked, looking back at donghyuck and renjun with knowing eyes. being ‘friends’ with the best drug dealer on campus had its rewards.

even though, jeno was said to be somewhat of a ‘college bad boy’, after observing a couple minutes of him with his ‘friends’, you could tell he was a fucking loser. maybe, getting weed wouldn’t be as terrifying as you had imagined.

“hey, jeno,” jaemin whispers, tapping jeno on the shoulder, “looks like we have some company.” jeno’s crescent like eyes turned cold as he surveyed the area before landing on you.

“the fuck do you want, bitch?” jeno’s eyes glared at you, intensely, making your knees tremble. he may have been a complete wet wipe, but man was he intimidating. you swallow your nerves and continue strutting towards the loser, feigning confidence.

“the name’s y/n, and a little birdie told me that you had the gud kush, brutha.” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“well they weren’t wrong, but what’s it to you?” jeno asks, his eyes scanning you from head to toe.

“well, i was wondering if you could spare some of dat nug…” jeno immediately turned his back to you, shaking his head in utter disbelief. you were trying to seem cool but he obviously wasn’t buying it.

“no, no fucking way. nuh uh,” you groaned with despair. you needed that shit more than anything right now.

“c’mon, jeno. why not?” you whined, grabbing onto his arm. “pretty, please! i’ll do anything.”

“you got any money? my shit premium. it ain’t cheap,” he responds, finally turning back to look at you.

“well not at the moment. we’re college students. i can barely afford to eat,” you grimaced, “i can pay you back soon though, i promise,” you plead, staring straight into his eyes with a convincing look.

“how do i know you can actually handle this kush? i can’t just give it out to anyone,” he whispers in your ear, almost sinister. you gulp, nerves taking over once again.

“i can prove it,” you whisper back, surprising not only yourself, but also jeno.

“aight, lemme light this sassafras up, shawty,” he spoke, grabbing a blunt and lighter out of his saggy ass obsidian cargo pants. you cup your hands over the flame as he lights the blunt, blocking it from the wind. you were expecting him to pass the blunt to you, but he surprised you by taking a drag from it for himself. he motioned you to come closer with his hand, and you strangely complied.

you leaned in towards his face and placed your lips on his, parting them to let the smoke enter your lungs. your cheeks heated slightly. you had never shotgunned with anyone else before.

if his breath didn’t taste like stale weed and slushie mix, you might’ve enjoyed it more.

your close proximity to him allowed you to analyse his face. his cheeks had been hollowed by the effects of college exams. he was good looking, if you were into boys that looked like they were on the cusp of death.

his ‘lips’ parted to say something as he deliberated what to do next. a voice in the back of his mind told him to lean forward and kiss you, but it was probably just the weed kicking in. he shook thought off and reached into one of his many pockets.

“pay me by the end of the week,” he shoved the bad into your hand, grabbed his skateboard and unstably skated off.

“ummm. what the fuck just happened?” you asked yourself, pressing your fingers to your lips that now tasted like marijuana and a 7-Eleven slurpie.

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you exhale and watch as the smoke travels throughout your dorm, your head heavy and your spirit light. it felt like nothing mattered. you didn’t even give a shit about the notes in front of you or the shitty hipster music coming from your radio. you quickly took another drag from your blunt, giggling at the smoke ring that comes from your parted lips.

the only thing that worried you these days was successfully avoiding jeno. you couldn’t afford to pay him back for this weed. the end of the week rolled by quickly, and you still hadn’t received your paycheck for the week. and to top it off, motherfucking spotify premium took money out of your account, causing you to overdraw. that shit is wild.

three harsh knocks on your door rudely interrupted your thought process.

“oh for fucks sake. what now?” you muttered, standing up from your bed. you peered into the peephole, seeing an angry looking jeno on the other side.

“how did this motherfucker figure out my dorm number?” you were a little scared. you thought you’d be able to successfully avoid him until you could get the money together. maybe you could just ignore hi-

“i know you’re fucking in there! where my money at, betch?” he barked dog emoji. you were gonna have to face him at some point. it might as well be when you’re faded as fuck. you sighed before unlocking the deadbolt. you didn’t even have time to twist the doorknob before jeno barged into your dorm.

“um, this is trespassing, broski. i ain’t even open the door yet. that’s my job,” you scoffed as he pushed passed your frame.

“i want my money now, y/n,” he states deadpanned with arms crossed. you wanted to comment on his lack of manners but there seemed to be a more pressing matter on your hands.

“y-you wanted that by the end of this week?” you laughed, trying to find a way out of a very dead end. jeno didn’t seem to find the whole situation amusing. he actually looked like he was about to swallow you whole chomp chomp yum.

“go get my fucking money,” he said, appearing stoic.

“the thing about that…” you looked around the dingy room in search for a way out but your gaze only came back to jeno’s angry eyes.

“you don’t have it?” he chuckled, his change in demeanour was somewhat unsettling, “ion play around so, you’re gonna need to pay up one way or another.” you gulped at his darkened tone.

“but, jeno. i don’t have any money. h-how could i possibly-“ you were cut off by his hand coming up to stroke your cheek.

“shhh, doll. you can repay me with something else…” you had never expected jeno to come out with something so slimy but for some reason you wanted to repay him. maybe it was the weed but his hushed tone was seducing you.

he trailed the hand on your cheek down to your waist and pulled you against his lean frame. biting his lower lip, he ever so slightly grinded up against you, testing the waters. when you didn’t push him away he leaned toward your ear.

“you’ve been such a bad girl, y/n.” he harshly nipped at your ear lobe, a mewl escaping your lips.

“and i’m going to punish you for that,” he let out a sinister chuckle, eyes darkening with lust.

he backed you up against a wall and coaxed you into a lip bruising kiss. you could barely breathe as he hungrily moved his lips against yours. his wet tongue found its way into your mouth, dancing against yours. it’s dominant movements forced you to relinquish all control. you didn’t particularly care at the moment, though.

his arms snaked around your waist, one slipping under the hem of your shirt. he began to palm one of your breasts, earning him a whimper. his actions became rougher as your reactions became more wanton.

he started to kiss down your neck, periodically nipping at the skin. you felt him smirk when you began to clutch at his shoulders, in need of more.

“you want more, baby?” he moved one of his legs between your thighs and began to grind you against it.

“yes, jeno.” you burst out in need of some sort of proper relief but to your surprise he began to tut.

“jeno? you don’t even deserve to say my name. if you wanna repay me properly, you have to call me daddy.” his request threw you off completely. daddy kinks were a thing you guess. jeno evidently was a freak and something about that made your core heat up.

“d-daddy?” your innocent tone and eyes caused jeno to chuckle.

“just like that,” he groaned, relishing in the control he had over you already, “you sound like such a good girl when you call me that, doll.”

he pulled off your shirt and made quick work of your bra. one of his thumbs slid over your hardening nipple.

“take daddy to your bedroom, baby girl.”

“yes, daddy,” continuing to kiss him, you lead him to your tiny bedroom, or so you thought. you stumbled through the door, only to be met with the sight of your bathroom. fuck. your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. sensing your discomfort, jeno chuckled in amusement, grabbing your chin.

“don’t worry, doll,” he mused, toying with the flesh of your bottom lip, “i kind of had to pee anyways.” before you could question him, he grabbed your waist, locking your lips with his. his hands slid down your waist, coming to a stop at the waistband of your shorts.

he thumbed at the silky material before gently tugging the fabric off of your body. you stepped out of the shorts pooling at your ankles as jeno slipped his shirt over his head. he eyed the wet spot on your pastel pink panties. you blushed with embarrassment, clenching your thighs together to hide yourself. jeno smirked, pulling your thighs back apart.

“don’t hide yourself from me, baby girl. i already saw how wet you were for me,” he chuckles, before kneeling down in front of your core. your eyes roll back as he starts sucking on the wet spot through your panties.

“feel good?” he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric of your underwear. you whimper, running your fingers through the soft hair on jeno’s scalp. your knees wobble, and you grip the sink for support.

“that feels so good, daddy,” you answer, causing him to suck harder, “please take them off.”

“it’s funny how you think you get to tell me what to do. get on your knees,” he spoke, darkly. he stood up, you groaning in protest. he gripped your hair, roughly pulling you to the ground.

hastily, he removed his belt and pushed down his trousers. you could see the sizeable bulge his erection created more clearly now. unconsciously, your tongue came out to wet your lips in hunger.

“are you hungies for daddy’s cock?” he mocked, which you too fervently nodded in response to, “use your words, slut,” he barked, grabbing you by the neck.

“p-please, let me suck your dick, daddy!” you choked out, barely able to breathe.

as you caught your breath, he took his boxers off letting his cock spring free, it almost hit you in the fucking face. you gasped at the grand girth that stood proudly before you, twitching ever so often. a plethora of veins lead up from his base to his vermilion tip, which oozed out a sticky, crystalline fluid.

“if you want it that bad then suck, whore,” jeno grunted, slapping your flushed cheek with his magnum dong. he tapped your lips with the head of his dick, signaling you to part them for him. he slid his length into your warm mouth, groaning when it hit the back of your throat. your eyes watered as you gagged around his cock.

“i knew your pretty little mouth could take it, baby.” jeno threw his head back as you hollowed your cheeks around him. “what a good little cock slut.” jeno grabbed the back of your neck, holding your head still as he began to fuck your throat. a multitude of curses fell from his lips at the feeling of your tight throat as he thrust in and out.

jeno’s pace began to speed up as he got closer, deep grunts filled your dingy bathroom. when he looked down, he saw you were an absolute mess. tears streamed down your face as you tried to take his cock without choking. a smirk of accomplishment sat on his face.

“you know i still need to punish you, baby.” he growled out, thrusting into you more harshly. “since, you took me to the bathroom instead of your bedroom, i think i know what a filthy slut like you deserves.”

you didn’t quite catch his drift; all you could think about is the burning feeling in your throat and how sinful jeno looked from the angle you had of him.

“fuck, i’m gonna piss.” you choked causing you to swallow around his dick. the feeling made him hiss. you flung your head back in shock and all of the sudden you felt a warm liquid cascade down your face. an elongated pleasured groan erupted from him. shock inhibited you from moving.

“that’s it, take my piss you worthless whore,” the golden fluid started to drip into your mouth. you never thought you’d be into this type of thing, but it made you clench around nothing.

growing accustomed to the taste you opened your mouth for him. letting out a moan as his hot piss filled your mouth. the sight had him spewing a string of of profanities.

“shit, you’re such a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” and he kept going. you wondered how long he’d been holding the need to pee because the flaxen shower seemed to go on for forever. he had a big dick so a big bladder made sense too, you thought.

after he was done you swallowed it all, opening your mouth to show him what you’d done. he pulled you up to taste himself.

“mmm, fuck, i taste so good,” he smiled, stroking the wet hair away from your face. for what seemed like an eternity you stood in a puddle of his piss looking into each other’s eyes. jeno all of a sudden felt a bit embarrassed, he had literally just peed all over you. he almost apologized to you, but quickly pushed the thought away. you deserved it.

“you know, we aren’t done yet, doll.” he dove forward, initiating another kiss, this one was more desperate. you felt his still erect cock brush up against you, pulsating in need. without breaking the kiss, he walked you into your shower, until your back hit the cold tiles. a hand made its way down your waist, grasping the elastic band of your panties. jeno slid them off with ease, watching as they pooled at your feet. he slipped one of his thick digits into your hole.

“shit, you're dripping.” he brought his hand up to marvel at the way your essence glistened on his fingers. he sucked them clean whilst gazing with hooded lids directly into your eyes. the sight made your knees go weak.

he trailed his wet finger down your abdomen and stopped when he reached your clit. this time he inserted two of his fingers and started to pump them in and out of you. your moans and mewls fuelled him. he began to curl his fingers, hitting you in a sensitive spot. your knees wobbled and you leaned against the shower wall for support.

“god, i’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he rasped before sucking a mark into your neck. He slipped his fingers out of you, before bending you over against the shower wall. You grasped onto the shower head as he shoved his cock into your tight hole. giving you no time to adjust, jeno began viciously pounding into you with no mercy, cries erupting from your throat.

“i love how you fuck me, daddy,” you screeched over the loud slaps of his hips meeting your ass.

“you fucking better, doll. you’re so god damn tight for me,” jeno nearly whimpered as you pulsed around his length. the burning in your pussy was strong, but you loved every bit of it. you couldn’t help but reach in front of you and start rubbing your clit.

“oh fuck, jeno. i’m not gonna last much longer,” you yelped as he hit a spot in you that’s never been reached before.

“me neither, baby. cum on my cock. i’ve got you, doll,” jeno grunted out, the sight of your wet pussy taking his cock making him dizzy. he sped up his thrusts, making you squeak with each one. his pace was almost animalistic as your orgasm washed over your body. you yelped, trembling as your legs gave out from under you. jeno held you up by the waist, his grip definitely tight enough to bruise you.

“can i cum in you baby? are you on the pill?” he asked, his voice the gentlest you’ve ever heard.

“yes, daddy. please cum in me. please fill me up,” you whimpered as he continued to pound your slick walls. you were hit by a feeling of overstimulation. it was so intense, you were seeing stars. suddenly, jeno let out a long deep moan. he sank his cock into you, balls deep, stilling as he painted your core with his seed. you cried out as the warmth of his cum coated your walls, deliciously.

jeno pulled his now soft member out of you, using his two thumbs to spread your lips open to watch his cum seep out. he groaned at the sight.

“ugh that almost makes me wanna fuck you over again. you’re lucky you look so spent, and i feel bad.” you were too tired to reply. jeno grabbed the shower head, rinsing you free of all of the sex grime with warm water. you hissed as his fingers brushed against your sensitive clit while he was cleaning you up. he grabbed two towels from the basket on the sink, wrapping his waist in one, and scooping you up into another. he picked you up with ease, walking in the direction of your bedroom.

“look at you,” he chuckles at your towel wrapped form, “you’re like a little soft burrito.” he laughed as he saw the way your cheeks tinged red. why was he being so nice now? as if he read your mind, he broke eye contact, and turned towards your dresser. he dug through your drawers, pulling out a pair of lilac panties and an old band t-shirt. you slipped the clothing on and he awkwardly patted your head, before walking back to the bathroom. you heard the sound of clothes rustling and water running for about five minutes.

jeno returned fully clothed, with his hands sheepishly folded behind his back.

“i um. i cleaned up the mess,” he said, his voice gentle and smooth.

“thanks, dude,” you whisper, your voice lacking the confidence you desired. he eyed the bruises on your knees and neck, grimacing at the pain he caused you.

“i-i’ll see you around i guess? i probably should get going. how about i buy you coffee next week to repay you for the bruises n’ stuff…” he trailed off awkwardly. he sighed in relief as a smile washed over your face.

“i’d like that,” you giggled before clearing your throat. “i mean um, yeah whatever, shawty. free coffee. amirite ladies?”

jeno bit back a smile, before nodding. you might just be one of his favorite clients.

[yamithediaperdork]

Dragon’s roar (YGO)

Joey had a sinking feeling in his gut as he was on his way home from work. normally on a Friday night, and a payday at that, he'd of been happy to make his way back to his new home he shared with his loving boyfriend and his semi new little brother, the Kaiba boys, but he'd caught a glimpse of Mokuba and Yugi in a car heading for the turtle game shop. which meant if Mokuba was having a sleepover and it was date night.. "Aw fuck. I'm gonna be in huggies t'night." Joey groaned, getting a look of confusion from a nearby corporate type who was on his cell phone. "Mind yer own business." Joey huffed and sulked. Seto was a loving boyfriend, and spoiled Joey rotten in so many ways. Joey didn't need to walk to and from his security job at a mall, or even needed the job itself truth be told. But Joey liked to be able to be independent which sadly was a concept his loving boyfriend had some problems with. 'Ya would think someone who was taking collage classes and running a billion dollar company would get it.' Joey thought, slowing his walk down now that he knew what was waiting for him. Despite being seen as a cold and distant person by 90 percent of the world, Joey knew that under that layer of ice was..well more ice. but under THAT layer..well OK more ice. But if you dug down deep enough, there was this giant teddy bear that just wanted to hug you and pamper you. literally. and when Seto got in daddy mode, only one thing would get in his way of whining and begging Joey to let him pad him up. Mokuba. There was a reason Joey had been trying to start a Friday night tradition of pizza and movies but apparently Seto had been able to bribe his brother out of the house. 'And now I'm gonna get home and he's gonna have a pack of those freaking pampers out..and how the hell did he manage to get pampers to make diapers in my size anyways?! ...No you know what? I'm putting my foot down this time. I'm gonna go, have a beer, enjoy a few slices and maybe then I'll think about it!' Joey thought to himself, picking up the pace and walking though the front gate of the mansions yard, then slumped again. "...Oh who am i fucking kidding. it's gonna be milk and baby food and crapping myself tonight. He's taking me clubbing tomorrow night now though!" Joey muttered to himself. walking in he didn't even get a chance to call out that he was home before Seto was standing in front of him, holding up one of the thick massive pamper brand diapers. "Pleassssse?" Seto said and gave joey puppy eyes. "..I'm gonna draw up a list of demands and you're gonna cave into everyone of them. but yes. just let me get a shower first." Joey said, wondering again if the sweet and loving and rational boyfriend Seto was 90 percent of the time was worth the other 10 percent. "Deal!" Seto squealed and went to go and finish getting things ready.

Seto hummed and was grinning ear to ear as he laid out the diaper, some boosters, and a cute little outfit for the cutest big baby in the world, thinking about just how easy it had been to get Mokuba out of the house. One little fake rant about how he'd destroy the pharaoh and the like and Mokuba had asked to stay out for the night, tired of the crazy. The servants were given the night off so him and his adorable little big toddler could just cuddle and play and Seto was so lost in his thoughts he missed it as Joey tried to get his attention, till the wet towel hit him in the back of his head. "...really?" "hey, you want a big toddler, better learn ta pay attention." Joey said and shrugged and held up his hands. "...Your lucky your cute you know that?" "excuse me, but out of the two of us here, who's pushing their luck more?" Joey asked and winked, strolling over and then jumping up and turning mid jump to land on his back on the bed. "heh. Ok I'll give you that. Now did you go poo poo or pee pee at daycare today little guy?" Seto asked, getting into character and lightly tickling Joey's tummy. Joey rolled his eyes,he still wasn't on board with referring to his job as daycare, but taking a deep breath he switched on that baby tone that made Seto melt. "I went pee pee in the potty dis many times t'day daddy." He said and held up three fingers as a blush came to his face. "and I went all by myself!" "Oh my! Such a big boy!" Seto praised. "Daddies still gonna diaper you though since you have a stinky present in your tummy tum just waiting to come out." Seto coo'ed and then leaned down and tickled Joeys tummy more. "Who's got a big stinky present in his tummy tum? you do! yes you do!" knowing full well just how ticklish Joey's sides were Seto targeted them next, making the blond 20 year old yelp and burst into a fit of giggles. "ah! No fair! Cheating!" Joey cried out, trying to get free. "Noooo tickles!" "Sorry little guy, But i"m channeling the tickle monster, and you're monster food!" Seto chuckled. "Ahahahaha n-no stop ahahahaha W-wait I'm gonna!" Joey tried to wheeze out a warning between his laughs and Seto realized seconds to late maybe he should of stopped. Of course by then Joey was peeing on the front of his shirt and Seto stopped. "..I uh..had a big gulp on the way home." Joey said sheepishly, poking two fingers together as the flow finally stopped. "...I'm gonna choice to believe that was done to give me the full experience." Seto said and then lifted Joey off the bed, and onto a back up changing mat on the floor.

Joey was mortified as Seto powered him and got him tapped in the bulky white diaper, and found himself sucking on his thumb and blushing while Seto got out a different outfit for him. while his little accident had managed to avoid the diaper, the light blue short-alls and white diaper shirt hadn't of been so lucky.   'Now der's irony fer ya.' Joey thought, slurping away at his thumb. it was a bad habit he was picking up for all the date nights that turned into baby nights and it was starting to spill over to his big boy time. just the other day at work he'd had to claim he'd banged his thumb when busted by a co-worker. it was also a case of irony that even Seto wasn't a fan of the thumb sucking, which was shown as he turned around with a dark purple t-shirt and a pair of dark green shorts and scowled. "What do you think o- Little man! what have I told you about sucking your thumb?" Seto scolded Joey, coming over and setting the clothes down and pulling the thumb out with a pop. "Uhhh dat's good eating?" the diapered 20 year old tried, really feeling like he WAS just a 2 year old. "strike one." Seto said, trying not to smirk, as he reached into the diaper bag. "Thumbs like boyfriends are made for sucking?"  Joey said and gave his best 'I'm so cute you can't be mad' smile. "Maybe tomorrow if your good tonight. Last chance." Seto said and his mouth was twitching badly as he tried to stay stern. "...Little boys thumbs has germs on it and they should be sucking on paci's." Joey huffed and pouted. He just couldn't explain it, but Joey was of the view that hands down, his thumb tasted and felt better in his mouth then any of the many different pacifiers that they had tried. It was a semi holy quest of Seto's to find one that Joey wouldn't have a fuss about. Opening his mouth for the large nipple of the new paci, and noting it was at least black like his red eyes, Joey gave it a few experimental suckles. "well?" Seto asked. 'shit..dis one actually feels pretty good.' Joey thought, though he made a show of it and shrugged but kept nursing as Seto helped him sit up. with the paci in his mouth Joey instinctively became a lot more willing to play along, raising his arms for daddy and letting him tug the shirt on. then letting daddy help him stand and putting his hands on daddies shoulders while he stepped into his shorts, which were then tugged up. Then he sat on a bed of the bed he hadn't of soaked and raised his feet up as Daddy tugged up some white socks with the red eyes black dragon on them and grinned around his paci. "heh, I'm sorry we haven't gotten your red eyes shirt back from the dry cleaners left after last time. I still wanna know how you managed to turn your pasta into a paste and got it all over yourself though." Seto chuckled. Normally a statement like that would of had Joey all blushy, but again, this time.. He just smirked and flexed his arms. "oh i see. and here i am without tickets to the gun show." Seto teased and tapped a finger on Joey nose. Seto held out a hand for Joey to take, since normally Joey insisted on walking (or crawling if Seto triple diapered him) rather then be carried but he just felt all small and little and held out his arms for uppies. "...You..You sure?" Seto asked, grinning ear to ear, and Joey nodded. "...I'm buying the company that made that pacifier." Seto chuckled and lifted joey up and sat him on his hip, a arm under Joeys well padded tush. Joey leaned in and snuggled into daddy as he wrapped his legs around him and gurgled softly behind his paci as daddy carried them downstairs.

Seto couldn't get over the change in behavior from Joey's normal big baby time to this time.  there was no eye rolling, no smart ass remarks.when he'd sat Joey on a blanket on the floor with some toys, he'd gone and grabbed a stuffie of the red eyes and then scooted on his diaper butt, not even crawling, scooted, over to the couch and crawled up and snuggled into him. "you sure you don't wanna play with your toys little guy?" Seto asked. Joey shook his head no and snuggled in more and Seto for a second was worried about melting into good and getting sucked up but the couch's cushions. Seto put on a episode of Lil duelers for Joey and just kept looking at the little guy who was watching the show sure, but also seemed to be getting a little sleepy. about half way though Joey started to squirm a little bit and started to look up at Seto and then at the screen then back up at Seto and whined softly behind his paci. "whats wrong buddy?" Seto asked. if Joey was gonna keep the paci in his mouth this was going to get a little bit vexing to drag out what he wanted all the time, but Seto figured a few minutes of back and forth with the big baby was well worth the price of this cuteness. Joey whined again and then with one hand hugging his stuffie to his chest, he reached up and grabbed left hand and put it on back of his shorts, so his hand was on Joey's butt. "heh, I thought someone hated bum pats?" Seto asked, and Joey whined and gave him a pleading look. "ok ok, patting! don't give me that look again! You made me feel like a monster for not patting right away!" Seto said, half joking. the little guy giggled behind his paci and as Seto started patting and rubbing his butt Joey closed his eyes in bliss and snuggled in as much as he could. "So I guess this means anytime I wanna stop argument with you all i need to do is pop a paci in your mo-" Seto was saying when a muffled fart came out of Joey's behind, and Seto swore he could feel the heat from it. "heh, did you just wanna fart on daddies hand?" Seto asked, and Joey shook his head no, but his eyes were shut tight. it didn't look like his 'I'm so ashamed' face and Seto went to say something else when a second, louder and more forceful fart came out, followed but a rapid fire series of smaller ones. "Ohhh I see. Somebody wants bum pats while he makes daddy a present." Seto chuckled, and Joey nodded. His eyes were still closed but as Seto realized now, it was because he was bearing down and trying to speed up a bowel movement, or in baby term: make daddy a present as soon as possible. More farts now and Seto was thankful for the oder guard in the diapers, though he was still thinking he should of doubled diapered Joey as his hand was getting a little toasty. Joey was staining and pushing, and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat and Seto frowned. "Joey buddy, I know you wanna be a good boy and make me a present, but you can't just force it like this. you're gonna hurt yourself an-" Seto was saying in a gentle voice when with one mighty effort, the back of Joey's diaper started to expand. Normally Joey would of tried to hide, or pouted to use the potty before taking a dump in a diaper, but this time he was being such a good little boy even as the living room filled with the funk of his gift to daddy. The diaper and shorts by extension took on a interesting shape as Joey grunted and pushed. instead of just puffing out like it would normally do, it was making a semi triangle shape as it pushed out, causing the shorts to slide down. '...what the hell did he eat?' Seto thought but kept that to himself even as the smell had him taking shallow breath. 'Ok, no more food court lunches for him. I'm packing his lunch from now on.' As the bowel movement finished up, Seto rubbed Joey's back (he had switched from the boys butt when the lump had started to form and coo'ed softly at him. "All done now champ?" Seto asked. Joey looked more tired then before, his eyelids struggling to open up but he nodded his head. "Ready for a diapie change then?" Seto chuckled, and to his shock, Joey shook his head no. Normally Joey hated staying in a poopie diaper, and it was Seto who had to beg him to sit in it just for a few extra minutes. 'Go figure, the one time he's actually stinking the place up..' Seto thought. "Ok buddy. we'll let you take a little power nap, then change you, ok?" Seto asked. Joey gave a sleepy nod and then shut his eyes, gurgling and coo'ing as he drifted off to dream land. "...Your a toxic little mud butt. but your worth it." Seto said, stroking Joey's hair and smiling till anther loud fart came out into the back of the blond waste filled diaper. "But don't push it." Seto chuckled.

The end

[snarkysims]

I didn’t get pics of it, but Jin-Sang started this conversation with the Move-In speech bubble and a speech bubble of Shonice. I imagine he was having some reservations about moving in together, so he needed Jonathan to be a sounding board. I imagine their conversation went something like this:

(Warning: It’s long. It’s also two bros talking, so expect some mild-to-moderate cursing).

Jin-Sang: Dude, she flipped out over the TV. Can you believe that?  Maybe moving in together was a bad idea. (Jonathan looks at him pointedly, but doesn’t say anything.)  What?

Jonathan: Are you seriously going to do this right now? You’re going to pretend like you don’t know the real reason she’s upset with you?  I gotta be honest with you, bro. Ninety-nine percent of your problems with Shonice, you brought on yourself.  She’s good for you.  So, why are you hellbent on destroying your relationship with her?

Jin-Sang: You’re wrong. Shonice isn’t good for me. She’s too good for me. She’s going to make something of herself. She’ll become a lawyer and probably even Mayor someday. Eventually, she’s going to wake up and realize I’m a liability, and then she’ll kick my ass to the curb.

Jonathan: So, what, you’re trying to speed up the process? (shakes his head) Don’t be ridiculous. If Shonice thought you were a liability, do you think she would have ditched Mark for you? Mark is First Gentleman material.

Jin-Sang: I know, and I’m ex-husband material. I don’t know, man. Maybe she thought I’d be fun to hang with while we’re undergrads. But what happens next year when she starts thinking about her future seriously? Do I look like the type of dude she’ll want to take to her law office functions or political charity dinners? 

Jonathan: Okay, this pity party you’re trying to throw for yourself is not a good look. And it’s pointless. I think you’re exactly the type of dude Shonice would want. You’ve overcome the odds that were stacked against you, and you’re dedicating your life to helping kids in crisis. But that’s all beside the point. Shonice loves you, jackass, not Mark. So, cut the crap.

Jin-Sang: What the hell is your problem, man? Get off my effing dick! 

Jonathan: Not until I make sure you’re going to keep your effing dick away from Ashanti.

Jin-Sang:  Dammit, Jonathan! Why are you bringing this up again? How many times do I have to tell you I’m not sleeping with Ashanti?  I know I let things go too far with her, but I swear to Will I haven’t woohooed with her. And I don’t plan to. 

I know I won’t be earning any Boyfriend of the Year awards, but I would never hurt Shonice like that. (looks Jonathan in the eye while he speaks softly) Dude, she trusted me enough to let me be her first. And I hope to be her only...if I can manage to not eff everything up. (stares off into space, lost in his own thoughts.)

Jonathan:  (feels awkward at his friend’s uncharacteristic display of vulnerability) Okay, I believe you, man. I’m sorry for doubting you.

Jin-Sang: I was the one who pursued Shonice, remember? It wasn’t some love at first sight bullshit for me. I’m not a sappy dope like you. No offense.

Jonathan: Offense completely taken.

Jin-Sang: Sure, I thought Shonice was cute, but I wasn’t thinking about her romantically when we met. She was just a cool chick to hang with.  The more I hung out with her, the more I started feeling things for her. I told her stuff about my past, and she didn’t freak out or judge me.  She was a genuine friend, and I hadn’t had too many of those in my life. By the time I realized my feelings for her were going past friendship, she and Mark were already getting together. If she was just any chick, I would have moved on, but I couldn’t let her go.  With her, I felt like I had a home for the first time.

Jonathan: (grinning and patting Jin-Sang’s shoulder) “She felt like home?” I don’t know, Jin-Sang, that sounds pretty sappy to me.

Jin-Sang: (His vulnerability vanishes and he shrugs Jonathan off.) Man, get the eff outta here! That’s what I get for hanging around you and Eric too Will-damn much. You two sappy-ass clowns are always sitting around talking about your feelings like you’re in some effing tampon commercial.

Jonathan: Try being human for longer than a minute, Jin-Sang. You might like it.

Jin-Sang: (flips Jonathan off) Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I wasn’t going to roll over and let Mark have her without a fight. I scraped up every penny I had to take her out on dates because she deserved to be treated like a queen. I don’t think that d-bag took her out at all. And what did I get for it? I had to play it cool and watch the girl I was falling in love with flirt with him while inside I was losing my shit every time I saw that Neanderthal touch her. So when she chose me, I was ecstatic. 

But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered that Ashanti came on to me. It was nice being the one pursued for a change. And Ashanti is a quality girl like Shonice, so it meant something coming from her.  Ashanti’s a sweet girl, but Shonice is home. 

Jonathan: Look, I hear you, brother, I really do.  But you need to shut it down with Ashanti before she develops real feelings for you.

Jin-Sang: You don’t think I know that? Believe me, I know how completely effed up this situation is. And I have no one to blame but myself.

But where do you get off lecturing me? I remember a time when you were juggling three chicks.

Jonathan: I’m not proud of that.  But, unlike you, I wasn’t committed to any of them at the time. Even so, it still blew up in my face, and I nearly lost Jerilene over it.

Jin-Sang: So why are you still being a dumbass?

Jonathan: What the hell are you talking about? 

Jin-Sang: I’m talking about how you were so worried about losing Jerilene before, but now you’re allowing her to live with three dudes and go on a worldwide tour without a ring on her finger. What the eff is that all about?

Jonathan: I don’t “allow” Jerilene to do anything. She’s a grown-ass woman and her own person. I’m not worried about her roommates. Tony is gay, Everson is like a brother to her, and she’s never seemed to care for Mark. 

Jin-Sang: Smart woman. Okay, but what about the tour?

Jonathan: Musical theater is Jerilene’s dream. I’d never ask her to choose between her dream and me.

Jin-Sang: I’m not saying that you should stop her from going. I’m just saying make sure you’ve got her on lock before she goes. Jerilene is smoking hot. You’re a fool if you think some other dude isn’t going to try to tap dat--.

Jonathan: (cuts him off) Jin-Sang, if you finish that sentence, I swear to Will, I’m gonna go all Mark on your ass!

Jin-Sang: Chill out, dude! Sorry, I meant no disrespect to your lady.

Jonathan: If some guy wants to go after Jerilene, a ring on her finger isn’t going to stop him.

Jin-Sang (in a quiet voice): But it might stop her. (Jonathan glares at him. Jin-Sang shrugs.) What? You can dish out advice, but you can’t take it?

Jonathan: You’re not giving advice. You’re being an asshole. And, you’re deflecting.

Jerilene knows where I stand. I told her the day we got together that she’s the one for me, and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing’s going to stop me from putting a ring on her finger when we’re both ready. 

Jin-Sang: (shaking his head) Sappy dope.

Jonathan: Offense still taken, asshole.

When Jerilene and I are ready to tie the knot, we’d love to have you and Shonice by our side, so fix things with her, and fix it fast!

Jin-Sang: (rolls his eyes) You’re not going to let up on me, are you? 

Jonathan: I wouldn’t be your best friend if I let you screw this up. 

Jin-Sang: Same. (Stands up to clear the table. As he leans down to pick up Jonathan’s plate, he sings in his friend’s ear) “Cause if you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it.”

Jonathan: (half mutters, half laughs) Jackass.

***

Jonathan’s and Jin-Sang’s conversation bubbles inspired me to write this post. Jin-Sang was being an ass, but in his defense, Jonathan was being self-righteous as he tends to be.  I love that they are secure enough in their friendship that they pull no punches with each other. They may gave gotten heated, but they’re still bros for life. They are trying hard to replace Tony and David as my BroTP.

Just a reminder, Jin-Sang is telling the truth that he and Ashanti did not woohoo. ACR had them kiss, but that was as far as they went. He’s also telling the truth about not wanting to woohoo with her because he hasn’t rolled any wants of that nature. Believe me, if he did, you would have heard me screaming no matter where in the world you live!

I’m waiting for both Jonathan and Jin-Sang to roll the want to put a ring on their respective ladies. Jonathan has been flashing baby thought bubbles, but I haven’t seen any ring thought bubbles. I’ll give them until the time they finish Graduate School. If they haven’t rolled the want by then, I will have to “encourage” things along. 

This post was way out of my comfort zone because I don’t curse around other people (when I’m by myself is a different story). I was a Preacher’s Kid, so I feel guilty just writing the s-word. I don’t think you’ll ever see me write the f-word. That’s why I use eff and effing as a euphemism. You will absolutely never see me use the c-word or n-word. I despise those words and never say them, even if I’m alone. So, I hope this didn’t offend anyone, but I felt I had to go there to be authentic to Jin-Sang’s character. He only swears that heavily around the guys. He’s more polite with Shonice.

Finally, if you’re wondering how Jin-Sang knows the words to a song that wouldn’t be released for another five years, let’s just say Queen Bey defies time and space.

[fyeahsmokinhot]

Basically a mildly funny, delusional therapy session!

Ok, I can't anymore I just need to let it out.

I've been in bed since this morning as I got food poisoning/stomach flu and I'm quite sure it's because of D&D and not the T/A.

So anyway let's rant...also my nimble fingers might make typos as I'm super dehydrated (feeling like Ghost after fighting with WWs and being abandoned by Jon the Dumbest).

So we start with the funeral.....and its sombre as shit. Well done David Nutter btw. And we move on to eating food 🤮.

Here we go: Dany! I love(d) her so much, but lately she's all over the place going from crazy to crazy in love. Now don't let my lack of detecting any chemistry between her and Resident Emo Boy confuse you BUT are we just all going to sweep the incestous undertones under the pelts?Here I am watching another make out scene???.....but ok I shall resurrect and go to Kings Landing where Cersei is hosting a party (Wall themed I see). After losing her baby (also wth how did she not see them?why didn't she dracarys Eurons ass?), her Sir Friendzone and her BFF once again Dany is made to seem BAD for mourning in a murderous way (ah I guess it's ok if Arya does it....or Snow?), Being held to higher standard .....JUST BC SHE HAS A VAGINA??? ( Dios Mio, Olenna please).

Next up on my list Arya who went back to her old cuddle buddy The Hound.....Kind of digging it. Gendry you dumbass (❤️) offer her to go on a round-trip of murder (Bonnie & Clyde style) not a marriage. Also mad love for making her an honest woman with those puppy eyes.

Brienne & Jaime ....and this is where we go cray-cray. Dear fellow citizen of Tumblr, if you still reading brace yourself....by the end of the next 2 episodes (if U ARE a BRAIME shipper) you be losing golden hands, legs, basically everything that you can rip off (like Miss Vanjie did when singing No More Pain). So after reading countless (!!!!) posts about how people interpreted that scene (remember dear reader I was ill today so it was a lot) I think we can settle on Prince Charming Now Turned Old Guy Because Of International Incestous Relations is a dumbass with a death wish. BUT is he a good dumbass or a bad one.Now here I'd like to point out two things I didn't see considered:

Jaime already killed a king to save the population of Kings Landing.

Jaime said to Brienne he would have done the deed at Riverrun....but he didn't cus of Brie-Brie .....I'm assuming we all saw the things he did for her that went against Cersei. He went back to rescue her instead of rushing to KL, he arranged for her to leave as soon as Queen Should Have Been Thanos' Wife even breathed in her general direction, gave her instructions and means to protect Sansa even though his sister wanted her dead, took Riverrun in piece BC Brie-Brie asked !!!!! Come on guys after all that you can't believe he would put Cersei before her (or maybe I'm fuckin wrong since D&D don't even seem to know correct details in their behind the scenes cuts). So yes I believe Jamie wants to kill Female Jaime because....if she defeats Dany she is coming for them in Winter fell (also Brienne and Sansa are in WF).

No I don't ship Jaimsa (because hello fuckin weirdos 💝), but Briennes oath means something to Jaime.

BUT I hate...hate...hate how Jaime left her (the 🍑). He broke her heart after she finally opened it ...and this (D2 will burn in hell, the crossroads demon is on it).

Also my two weirdos having the most relatable and clumsy copulation (yes I said it, someone had to) moment. Like don't we all just flirt like Jaime...so smooth: it's hot in here bitches breeches off. Oh look my poor hand doesn't work I guess I will need your help...🥺🥺🥺

Brienne will NOT die. I can't believe otherwise.There are some characters you don't touch (Juliet from Lost, Clarke from The 100, Castiel) and she is one of them. I love that Gwen was real about her arc of being a woman this season.

I do think I have an unhealthy obsession with Braime as this episode actually made me sick(no it wasn't the take away) and now I will forever remember this as the night Braime became canon and the day when I felt like The Prince of Dorne when his eyes were popping (oh Oberyn....Pedro Pascal I miss your holiness sexiness).

And what with all the articles/YouTubers predicting pregnancies? We watched (with my friend, I'm not hallucinating from dehydration) people predicting a pregnant Dany, Brienne, Arya (?)....basically everyone with boobs. Chill guys if you worried about repopulating Samwell is on it!

And Tyrion best wingman in Westeros. What even was he doing showing off to GingerBain (btw good for you, tap dat rebound ass babe....and have fun going back to the land of the lost....you could have taken Dumbass Emo with you 🤫). Btw guys how many versions of the Two Dudes Just Hanging And Discussing The Fate Of The Iron Throne While Demeaning Rulers (mostly women) As Incompetent do we have to sit through? Can I like request to see actual things like Two Eyed Robot telling the sisters about the heritage or Sansa telling Tyrion instead of cutting away? That Tyrion and Sansa scene was having me on the edge.

And we come to Sansa. My queen, my sunshine and..... apparently my New Little finger ( is it only me who hates this comparison that reduces her to a power hungry, brothel-less creepy dude even thought she's been doing everything for her family????). I lost it when I heard them bring this up in the Untucked Uncut vid. Like maybe give us some actual scenes with Sansa where we get to see her contemplating her goals and wishes and not just her looking pretty up into the sky (compulsory shot of season 8). I've been feeling so far away from Sansa since season 7 (worst season ever....but this one is a contender).

Also from now on I'm believing in Bronn.He foresaw the Bang and said he will collect later. There will be a later for the boys! Bronn gave up on the castle he's now gone to take over for the Witchy Woman who talked to frogs and Cersei. Big ups for the resident Reversed Three Eyed Raven!

I have read the interview where GRRM said he doesn't agree or like some character fates. I agree GRRM so can you give us a book ....I mean God's it takes me ages to get started on my coursework, bit at least I submit it 10 min before the deadline!

Also the total lack of any mention of Braime in both behind the scenes....??!!!...Might be good news.

#Bonus Fun topics you can bring up at Thanksgiving:

Podrick and the 3some - u go girl!!!

Tyrion and his lack of sex - we've all been there and that's why I need spoilers to satisfy my craving....just like you needed to know about the magic vagina!

Wtf is a Varys anymore? Also Yara?

Ser Dadvos without kids and Red God's is super depressing. Give the guy an orphan!

Greyworm -which shot of his face was more intimidating. Rate from 1 to Dracarys!

Global warming? Dragons near extinction?

*Disclaimer: I love all GOT characters (well, maybe except for I Have One Facial Expression And It's Emo Jon), but I just needed a good rant cus the ones aimed at my friends didn't do it for me 😄

[gamergirl929]

The Clothes Make The Woman (Charlotte Flair x Reader)

Becky Lynch isn’t the only one to dress up for the last Raw of the decade, and needless to say, Charlotte can’t stop her staring. Needless to say, things get a little heated.  

"Yer staring.” Becky says as she gives Charlotte a nudge, the blonde clear her throat loudly.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Charlotte scoffs but seconds later her eyes yet again drift to you.  

Apparently, you, much like Becky, had decided that you would dress up for the final Raw of the decade, and you had dressed to impress.  

At least, Charlotte Flair was impressed, so impressed she couldn’t take her eyes off of you.  

Your suit was obviously tailored, it was black, entirely wrinkle free and of course, you’d went with a rainbow tie, had to show your pride, right?  

Unlike Becky, you’d sat at the commentary table for a match that night, scouting your competition for an upcoming match next week.  

Charlotte is pulled out of her trance when a pair of Y/E/C orbs lock with her green ones.  

You give the person you were talking to, Zelina Vega, a nod before turning and making your way towards Charlotte.  

Charlotte’s eyes narrow has Zelina’s eyes rake down your body before she glances up at the blonde and sends her a wink.  

Charlotte lets out a growl, but before she can do anything you step in front of her.  

“You alright?” You ask, your head cocked to the side and Charlotte clears her throat.  

“I’m fine.” She smiles and you hum.  

Becky gives Charlotte a nudge and a wink before she gives you a nod and walks off, leaving you and the blonde alone.

Charlotte again clears her throat.  

“You-You look really good.” The usual confident woman stammers and you blush.  

You rub the back of your neck with a bashful smile.  

“Th-Thanks...” You blush and Charlotte laughs.  

“I mean it.” She grins as she takes a step forwards, placing her hands on the lapels of your suit.  

Your eyes widen as she takes the fabric of your lapel between her thumb and index finger, gently rubbing her thumb back and forth across it.  

Your breath hitches in your throat, as Charlotte adjusts your tie.  

“Be careful, you don’t trip with all the women falling at your feet.”  

You blush, biting your bottom lip, your cheeks flushing and the tips of your ears burning.  

“There’s only one woman I’m worried about.” You mumble under your breath and Charlotte’s eyes widen.  

“Who’s the lucky lady?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.  

Before you can answer you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around, coming face to face with Charly Caruso, a cameraman at her side and a mic in hand.  

“Sorry Y/N, but do you mind if we ask you some questions?” She asks and you glance at Charlotte, sending her an apologetic smile before you turn to Charly.  

“Yeah, sure.”  

                                                           ***

Charlotte’s chest is tight as she thinks about the words you said, the line playing over and over again in her mind.  

“There’s only one woman I’m worried about.”

Charlotte wracked her brain as she leaned against a wall backstage.  

Who could you be talking about?  

Charlotte’s chest tightened in jealousy.  

Was it Zelina?

Charlotte’s lip curls in a snarl and she lets out a growl.  

“It better not be.” She mumbles under her breath, unaware that she isn’t alone.  

“What’s wrong? Not use to everyone falling at your feet?”  

Charlotte turns, the object of her jealousy standing before her, hands on her hips as she smirks confidently.

“What are you talking about Vega?” Charlotte rolls her eyes and Zelina smirks.  

“I’m talking about Y/N, you think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at her?” Zelina scoffs.  

“I guess it pisses you off knowing she doesn’t want you.” She shrugs.  

Charlotte’s hands ball into fists and her nostrils flair.  

“Pisses you off knowing Y/N wants to be in my bed and not yours.”

At that last comment, Charlotte sees red.  

She throws herself at the woman, giving her a punch that would make Lacey Evans jealous.  

Zelina is sent sprawling, her brown orbs wide as she grabs her cheek.  

“Whoa! Hey!” You come out of nowhere moving to stand between the two of them.  

You turn to Charlotte, placing your hands on her shoulders.  

“Come on, calm down.” You whisper rubbing her shoulder before you turn and help Zelina to her feet.  

The woman gives you a massive grin as her brown orbs dart between you and Charlotte.  

“What’s going on?” You ask, your eyes darting between the two.  

Angry green orbs lock with Zelina’s brown ones and the woman smirks.  

“Oh, nothing Y/N.” She says as she trails her fingertips down your arm.  

Your cheeks flush as you turn to Charlotte who’s watching the two of you, her upper lip curled into a snarl.  

You swallow hard.  

“I’ll uhhh, see you later Zelina.” You give her a smile and the woman scowls, earning a cocky smirk from the blonde.  

Zelina stomps off and you watch her go in complete and utter confusion.  

“What’s her problem?” You say, turning back towards Charlotte.  

You inhale sharply as you’re shoved into a nearby wall, seconds later Charlotte’s lips slam against your own.  

She pulls back only to lean back in immediately, giving your bottom lip a nip before her lips lock with your own.  

You kiss her back with equal fervor, your hands on Charlotte’s bare waists as you tug her close, your tongue prodding against her bottom lip.  

Charlotte opens her mouth and your tongue immediately slips inside, tongues flicking against and massaging one another as Charlotte unbuttons your suit.  

Your hands slip further down her hips, your fingers slipping beneath her tights.  

The blonde lets out a groan when your hands slip around her backside and you give her ass a squeeze, nothing separating your hands from her bare skin.  

You far from want her to stop as she pulls your undershirt out of where it’s tucked in your pants and unbuckles your belt.

“WHOA! EY!”  

You and Charlotte spring apart, you grabbing your pants so they don’t fall to the floor.  

Becky is staring at the two of you her brown orbs wide.  

“I’ll uhhh leave ya to dat. Congrats. Good job.” She gives the two of you a thumbs up before turning around and walking back the way she came from.  

Charlotte turns to you, her green orbs wide as her eyes run down your disheveled form, your previously wrinkle free shirt now crinkled, your undershirt hanging out of your pants and your pants sagging thanks to the fact that they’re unbuttoned and your belt is undone.  

Charlotte smirks as she steps towards you, leaning in for a tender kiss, one you’re happy to reciprocate.  

“I think maybe we should talk before we uhhh...” You motion to yourself with a blush and Charlotte laughs, though she takes it upon herself to help you get dressed.  

She tucks your undershirt back in your pants, giving your ass a playful squeeze that has you rutting forwards.  

Slowly, she buckles your belt again, adjusting it until she’s satisfied before she moves to straightening your suit and tie.  

“We should talk a-about this...” Charlotte stammers and you clear your throat, nodding as Charlotte adjusts your tie.  

“So... Yeah.” You shrug, your cheeks blood red.

Charlotte cups your cheek with one hand, leaning back in for a gentle kiss before she nods her head.  

“Come on.” She whispers against your lips and you nod, smiling as you and Charlotte make your way down the hallway.  

“Wait...” You say, eyes narrowed.  

“What?” Charlotte asks and you grin.  

“Were you beating the shit out of Zelina because she was flirting with me?” You ask and Charlotte rolls her eyes, scoffing.  

“No.”  

You let out a snicker.  

“Oh my god, you totally were.”  

“Shut up.” Charlotte grumbles as she slaps your arm, but nonetheless, her fingers trail down your arm before they intertwine with your own.  

You glance down at your joined hands with a grin, giving the blonde’s hand a squeeze.  

“I guess I need to wear a suit more often.”  

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U Got It Bad

[U Don’t Have to Call by Usher plays]

AMIR

   It was a month before prom and after that was graduation. I was driving us to school in a black Jordan sweatsuit and it was two months ago when V and I kissed for the first time. She wore a pair of jeans, navy blue crop top and white Vans. We only had two classes all Spring and her track season was over so she would watch me at practice. I really wanted to go with V to prom but Cassidy was my girlfriend after all; she was really getting on my damn nerves but I felt bad to cut her off. We got to school and went through our usual classes which were separate for the first time ever. When our nutrition period came along, she hung with Taylor and her old team while I was with Jerry and my team. I would watch her every few seconds from across the way while she was talking to the girls. She would sit on the table while they looked up at her like...like she was a queen; and she was. I would just nod to the fellas and gave them the casual dap or whatever so they knew I was “paying attention”. Jeremiah was on our way to the computer lab/ library to work on a final assignment due. We sat a table and while I studied with my headset on, Jerry tapped my shoulder. “Did you do it yet?” I was still working on assignment and answered him. “Do what?” He closed my my book and looked at me. “Cut Cassidy loose.” I opened my book again and said “nah, man.” I went back to reading and jotting down some notes when he looked around and leaned closer to me. 

     “Lemme ask you something.” I looked at him and leaned back; this nigga was too close. “Why you really want to take V to prom?” I rolled my eyes and back to my book. “Because..she’ll be alone and apparently she saying no to every nigga around her.” Jeremiah looked at me and said “you still feelin’ V, man. And that ain’t a question, ma nigga. You got it bad as fuck. She got you sprung. And it’s okay. You even convinced the whole track team to vote her turn for prom queen. You got her thinking it was just coincidence.” I looked at him and said “what that gotta do about me feeling her?” He slammed my book closed and took it from me. “Ma nigga. You are always protecting, looking out for her and shit, you talk about her all the time, I know yo punk ass be thinking about her and then you gawk at her...I saw you earlier dawg.”

      I snatched my book back and told him to “shut the fuck up”. He was just talking shit like always but he kinda had a point. At lunch, Cassidy and I stood in the hall together. She was a beautiful girl with a light caramel complexion and full lips but those lips were always fucking talking. She was rambling on and on and that was the time I decided to... “WHAT YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANNA BE WITH ME NO MO?” I leaned against the locker and explained myself. “Cassidy, you annoy the fuck outta me. All. The. Time. I swear I feel like a nigga getting gray hairs and shit.” She folded her arms and said “where the fuck is this all comin’ from?” “Been that way for a while, little momma.” She looked me in my face and said “I see what’s up. You wanna take that bitch, Veronica.” I side eyed her and said “watch ya mouth, Cassidy.” She wasn’t wrong though. She said “really? Before prom?” I was in the middle of apologizing when until she smacked the taste outta my mouth. I watched her walk away when V walk passed her with water bottle in her hand. “What happened wit you?” She looked at me with those eyes I instantly got lost. “Nothin. So, what you doing out here, kid”, I said while I rubbed my jaw. She held her cold water bottle to my face and said “I was just lookin’ for yo ass. While yo getting smacked around, J and Tay having a make out session and I loss my appetite. “We laughed and chilled for the rest of the lunch period. Our last game was in a few days and I decided to ask V before the game. She kissed me o the cheek and I walked off with a smile.

VERONICA

[Hot in Here by Nelly] 

   It was game time and I wore the gifts that Amir gave me before it started. I sat on the front row of the bleachers and watched as everyone filed in. Tay and her team did there routine to the marching band version of “Hot In Here” to start the game. She had her hair up in high bun and in front as over. As the players for both teams came out, the girls were all came to the other side of the bleachers. They called out “#1 AMIR CARTER” and everyone went crazy, including me. The game started and his coach looked back at me; he waved me to come join the team on the sidelines, which wasn’t the first time. I watched the game and cheered as loud I can. My favorite play of the game was when they pulled a “draw”. That’s a disguised run, which means it initially looks like a pass play. The offensive linemen draw back like they’re going to pass-protect for the quarterback. The quarterback then drops back and, instead of setting up to pass, he turns and hands the ball to the runner. It was only one minute until the second quarter was over, Taylor bent over to my left side she said “hey, V.” 

     I was trying to watch the game because I have always been into football. “Hey, girl. Y’all did great earlier.” She smiled and said “so, I heard about Cassidy and Amir?” I followed my arms still into the game. “Yeah, She better hope I don’t catch her outside of school.” Taylor asked “girl, why? Now, it’s your chance.” Fuck, Tay. I’m trynna watch the game. “Chance for what, T”, I asked while I rolled my eyes. She nudged my shoulder and said “to make your move, girl. You’ve liked that negro for years on in and now he is free for the taking.” I turned to her and said “It ain’t nothing like dat.” All of a sudden the crowd cheered and the announcer yelled “TOUCHDOWN! MADE BY AMIR “THE  BIG MAN” CARTER.” I turned back to the field and said “damn it, T. You made me miss it!” She poked my shoulder. “Girl, you need to try and get wit him. You obviously luh-” I swung around and my face stopped in front of her face. “One of these days, Ima sock the shit outta you, girl.”

    Taylor went off with her team to start warming up for the halftime show. They stood while the actual studio version of Trina’s “Pull Over” played and started their dance. They was putting their all into and the crowd loved it from both teams. Even though I watched, I couldn’t help but think about what Taylor said earlier. I couldn’t. Did I? Before you know it, there was only four minutes of the game and other team had the ball; the score was 21-23 and we were down. All we need was another touchdown and we can win it all which meant we had to get the ball somehow. I saw Amir and waved before he got in position, he nodded and looked at the guy in front of. I watched as his happy expression turn to something fierce which was the same face he made when someone was fuckin’ wit him. As soon as the clock started, Amir tackled homeboy to the ground hard and the ball flew in the air; Jerry caught it and ran. “RUN, NEGRO!!! GO. GO.”

    He was gone like a freed slave. All the players followed behind as he ran and they protected him by hitting the opposite team out his way. It was such a beautiful flawless play. We scored but I didn’t see “CARTER #1″ until I looked back to the middle. The guys were still on the ground and were down. I ran to Amir with the coach, the other players saw and came to his side. I took his helmet off and saw a little blood but it wasn’t bad; trust me, I’ve seen way worst. I lied his head on my thighs and coach gave me a first aid kit. I killed the wound, put a band- aid on it and place an ice pack on his head; his eyes slowly opened. I held up to fingers and asked “Mir, how many am I holding up?” He looked up at me and said “two, V. Am I still pretty?” That damn smile of his. I rolled my eyes and dropped his head outta my lap by mistake. “Ma bad” I said as I placed his head in my lap.

[Always on Time by Ja Rule plays]

    It was now eight hours before prom and I was picking up the final touches for tonight at the local mall. My mom dragged me around every store to look for accessories, like everywhere. I got my nails, brows done and from some reason my moms though it was good idea to get a wax; worst thing ever. We went by Claires, finally was on our way back home and I took a quick shower. As soon as I did and sat in the chair for my mom to do my hair, I got a phone call.  “Hey, Amir.” “Hey, kid. You ready for tonight?” I oiled my body and my head was in my moms hands. “Yeah but my moms is doing my hair right now.” “Awe, you gettin’ all dolled up for me. I am so honored” he said in his sarcastic, annoying tone. I rolled my eyes like he can see me and said “Shut up, Amir. Anyways, your mom is over here doing my make up.” “You got a whole glam squad over there huh?” “I guess. So, what we doin’ after prom?” He said “shit probably just eat.” Oh, I got something for you to eat. “Where we gonna eat at?” He said “probably some pizza joint. or Checkers.” “Coo. Well, I gotta go because my “squad” needs me. I see you later, cuh.” I hung up and it seemed like hours passed by until they were done. They wouldn’t show me until I slipped on everything and when they finally did, I looked unrecognizable. “Whoa...”

AMIR

    I let V choose the colors; black, silver, peach and white. I bought a new black tux with a peach vest and bow tie, white dress shirt and black dress shoes. My waves were on point, made sure I had V’s white corsage and a peach rose in my jacket pocket. I put on my class ring and grabbed my keys on my way to V’s. She had a small champagne party in front of her house with ton of people. Her pops and mine were on the front yard with the rest of our family as we waited for what felt like hours. It was about fifteen minutes later until I saw my moms, Amari and Teresa come out. Amari announced “ladies and gentlemen, Veronica Nami Mitchellson.”

    My eyes fell on the figure that strolled out in a silk peach dress that had a slit to show her beautiful dark legs and matching open toes heels that showed off her freshly painted toes. Her arms, collarbone along with her cleavage was exposed due to the deep v-neck cut. She had on a silver bracelet, decent sized hoops and natural make up with glossy full lips. Her hair was in a side bun. She held a silver clutch in her left hand and her hips swayed from left to right; her eyes fell on me and smiled as I looked at her in an awe. I walked up to her and placed the corsage on her right wrist. I looked at her and said “you look great, V.” She smiled at me and said “you too, Amir.” She straighten my suit jacket and I fixed her strap.

     Everyone started to flash their cameras and we stood side by side posing. She grabbed my right and into her left and smiled at the cameras as I looked at her. We got into the car and I began to drive as her hand went back into my hand. The ride was silent but we were comfortable with it. We soon arrived to the school and I parked in a spot. I got out and before she did the same, I stopped her. I walked over to her side of the car, held out my hand for her and she took it. We walked in hand as people watched us but I only saw Veronica. She was glowing and everything that the sun was jealous of her.

     We walked into the gym and it didn’t even look like a gym anymore. The theme was Spring Fling and the committee did a hell of a job. There were flowers everywhere, circular tables in green and pink table clothes. Drapes all over the place and a wide dance floor with a stage in front. A lot of people were already inside and it was heard to find our small group until we saw Jerry waving us down. Taylor hugged V and complimented her while Jerry and I mocked the girl; we all sat down and talked for a while but honestly I was only listening to V while Angel by Shaggy played in the background. After like an hour, Veronica and Taylor went to the bathroom and left us alone. “V looks good man. I know you happy.” I nodded and said “yeah, I am. Cassidy would’ve ruined everything.” He agreed. “Straight up. So, you getting after prom?” I shrugged and said “shit just hang out.” “Well, T and I getting a room so we can get it in, ya feel me” he said as he leaned. I shook my head, chuckled and said “yeah. Yeah” as I sipped my punch. He was quiet then he said “y’all should get one.” I side eyed him and said “what you mean....”

VERONICA 

     “We should get a room”, I asked as Tay fixed her curls. “He look like he boutta pounce on that ass, girl.” “No, he ain’t, girl. Shut up." She looked at me through the mirror. “V, I’m serious. I think its about that time.” I placed  my hands on hips. She put her hand on my shoulders. “Maybe, you waited all this time because you want HIM to be the first. Here me out, you have never had a boyfriend, never even had your first kiss and you’ve never had your cherry popped either. And why is that?”I hit her hands off me and said “because I ain’t ready, Tay.” “Because you’re waiting for Amir, Veronica.”

    We left the bathroom finally and I sat by Amir at our table. We laughed and talked the whole night as if we did every time we hung out. I would sometimes just lean on my hand, look at him as he talked and he would copy. I seemed to have my hand fly at his shoulder and never taking it off until I caught Tay staring at me with a smug look. Amir and I were dancing, acting fools and just having a good time. I always enjoyed his company because he wasn’t like the other niggas at school. The guys there seemed just talk to me because I looked decent to them but Amir wasn’t like that. He knew what guys were capable of so he taught me all I knew to get them off my “dick”. 

    He always seemed to care about me and I never felt alone at all. If he wasn’t around, I was so hopeless and bored. We dance so many songs from the 90′s to the 2000′s; we didn’t care though. 

AMIR

[Don’t Mess with My Man by Nivea plays]

      Veronica had her soft hands on my shoulders and was lip syncing to me while I nodded and we was grooving.

“It was hard to find a brotha that was down for me So I'm tellin everybody let him be Cause he's mine and I can't take no pigeons tryna take my baby So I thought I had to let you know Find someone that you can call your own Cause now you're walkin in the danger zone And if I touch you I'll be wrong .”

   She sung the chorus, I watched her while I licked my lips and rubbed my hands making her laugh. I brought her hips closer to me with both hands I started to the male’s part

“It was hard to find a girl that's really down for me Seems like a lot of niggas tryin me Cause they tryna take my baby, oh what the hell So now you really better check yourself Messin with my girl is bad for your health and So you know you will be dealt with Better find your own girl.”

    She was watching me with those big, brown eyes, I couldn’t help but just stare back until the song faded into

“TO THE WINDOW, TO THE WALL”

     The mood was gone when “Get Low” by Lil John started playing. Everyone was dancing and acting a fool. I saw J and Tay with her bent over popping hard as hell, hoping her dress didn’t rise up. V and I saw them and it seemed like we made the same stank face expression. We just danced with our hands in the air then the part where they were like

“Now back, back, back it up A back, back, back it up A back, back, back it up A back, back, back it up Now stop then wiggle wit it Now stop then wiggle wit it Now stop then wiggle wit it Now stop then wiggle wit it.” 

   Veronica turned her back to me leaning on my chest, I held her hips and she whined into my pelvis; she never left that place especially when the next song came on.

“It's the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin' that body Got every man in here wishin' Sippin' on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin' weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun.”

    Her whining became slower but harder. I could feel J’s eyes on us when he was checking us out; I looked up at him. Taylor had her back turned to him and he grabbed her hips while bringing in her in closer while rolling on her; he looked at me to make sure I did the same. I brought Veronica in slowly to the beat of the song and I can feel her directly on my dick while I began rolling into her. I looked back at Jeremiah and he slid his right hand onto Tay’s stomach; I followed. I bit my lip trying to keep my composure until...

VERONICA

“I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P.”

   I stood up straight and thanked Black Jesus for changing the song because I was honestly getting hot and bothered while dancing. Amir was holding me so close that I can feel everything and I do mean everything. I turned to him dancing and we two stepped together. He brought me closer to him by my hips and I can feel myself literally melt at his touch. He still was dancing like normal while looking around and I did the same. After a few more songs, some kids from marching band brought out some horns and blew them.

 The DJ said “it is time that we have all been waiting for. It is time to announce prom king and queen!! I would like to bring out our dear principal, Mrs. Angela Divine.” Everyone cheered as she took the stage and spoke.”Hello, class of 2004. I am very happy with how this year has gone. I have watch everyone of you grow from young children to young ladies and gentlemen. If you don’t win tonight or were not nominated, just now that you all are royality. As you can see, we rolled out the red carpet for prom king and queen nominees. Now, I will be calling the king nominees first and they walk down and come stand on my left then ladies will do the same and stand to my right.” She pulled out a paper and began reading. “Okay. Monty Wilkerson. William H. Montana.” People cheered as they each went down then she said “Amir Carter”; everyone went crazy as he got on stage.

    She looked at the guys and smile saying “aren’t you handsome?” Amir fixed his bowtie and did the famous sexy Denzel face. Everyone laughed and I rolled my eyes. “Now, it’s time for the ladies.” She read the paper and said “Monica Jones”; people cheered. “Cassidy Montgomery”; they cheered but she wasn’t around. “Oh, I guess she didn’t attend. Well, let’s continue.” She read the paper and with a smile she said “Veronica N. Mitchellson.” Everyone cheered as I walked down the carpet. I hugged a few people from my team before reaching the stage. I stood closer to Mrs. Divine and looked over at Amir. He smiled and winked at me. Lord Jesus that smile. I just rolled my as I smiled back and looked into the crowd. The drum roll began as the crowns came out to be presented; Mrs. Divine held up the card and opened a bit before announcing. Alright now. The 2004 Prom King is” She opened the card and said “Mr. Amir Carter.” Everyone cheered as he shook the hands of the other nominees and he stood behind crown; putting it on.

    Now, the 2004 Prom Queen is.. oh. She looked into the crowd and said “Cassidy Montgomery. “Some people looked around confused and I just stood there. I didn’t really care about prom queen in the first place but it was kinda awkward just standing there. Like, Cassidy wasn’t there. Amir looked back at me and just shook his head; I shrugged and smiled. Mrs. Divine put her lips to the microphone to talk. “Well since Cassidy isn’t here then the next nominee will take her place as queen. So, Amir who should we pick?” He looked back at us, held his hand out and said “gotta have my best friend as the queen.”

AMIR    

    While everyone cheered, she took my hand and stood next to me. V started to reach for the crown but I got it from her and slowly placed it on her head. I walked down a few steps, turned to her, smiled and held my hand out; “My Boo” was playing in the background when she took it and followed me to the dance floor. We started to slow dance and we looked into each other’s faces; those damn eyes. I looked at her lips and looked around as everyone watched us dance. They looked so soft and I wanted to kiss her so bad but now with everyone; I gave her forehead a kiss and felt her blush when a stir of awes came at us. We chuckled together and continued. She placed her right hand on my chest and lied her head next to it. I rubbed her back and we still danced; she made me want to take care of her even more. Before the night came to an end, we took tons of pictures and danced more.

     We finally were on our way to Miramar Beach with a large meat lover pizza, a case of DG Jamaican Kola Champagne Soda in pineapple and two slices of red velvet cake. I lied my jacket down she can sit, we took our shoes and crowns off and set them to the side; we dug right in and talked afer. I asked “so, did you have fun tonight?” “Yeah, I did. How about you?” I nodded then she asked “so, I guess I wasn’t supposed to be prom queen. Was you mad?” “Hell yeah. They probably did that because they thought we was still together. She didn’t deserve it anyways. She was rude, mean as hell.” V sipped her drink and said “then, why date her?” Why was I with her? “She was just there, I guess. She was cool at first but after a while, psh, I was over it. Wish I called it off earlier.” We both looked at the water and she asked “is it me or did tonight kinda feel like a wedding reception?” 

    I chuckled and opened a new soda. “That’s just you, cuh.” “Y’know, I wanna get married one day and have my own family.” I raised brow and asked “really?” “Yeah. Don’t you”, she said looking at me; Ishrugged and nodded. “Well, I want an outdoor ceremony surrounded with so many flower petals. I want a simple gown with a silk head wrap and simple make up because we both know that I’m damn sure not about to spend hours on getting ready.” I smiled and looked at her when she talked again. “Then, when I become a multi-selling singer, my girls are gonna be set. Two beautiful chocolate babies with the chunkiest faces and all. Then, we will have a chocolate lab or a rottweiler like your dog. We’ll have a house big enough for us in South Beach. My oldest child are gonna write music together and become a dynamic duo.  

   She was being too damn cute. “You really put thought into it huh?” She smile and nodded; I would definitely remember that for the future. “Well, I actually want girls too but four of them and they’ll be daddy’s girls. They’ll be on tour with me and we’ll travel all over the world. They moms and I are gonna make sure they always good. She looked at me and said “that sounds nice.” I looked back at her and smiled. “Let’s make a deal but it’ll just be between us. If we haven’t met anyone by the age of thirty then we gotta marry each other. We can raise a family and everything. If you’re up for it.” She bit her lip and nodded. “Sure. Deal.” We shook hands and smiled at each other then it happened. She gave me a peck on the lips. Like it wasn’t too fast or two slow but I enjoyed. “I owed you one, Amir.” I nodded and laughed in my chest as she lied her head on my shoulder and us holding hands. Best night ever.

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