#like the last time i hooked up with a girl we danced in the kitchen together and then we went outside and smoked a cig and we’re laughing

[ovulationation]

Big Girl

Pairing: bfd!Joel x reader

Summary: Joel Miller gets called to pick you and his drunken daughter up from a party. With a week left before you leave for college, Joel doesn’t think you’re ready for it.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it up, folks), daddy kink, praise, kitchen, creampie, best friend’s dad, age gap (reader is 19, Joel is around 40)

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You and Sarah had been inseparable since kindergarten. You did everything together. Every all nighter, every time you needed a new dress for a school dance, every new trend you did together. Sarah’s parents worked a lot so she spent almost all her extra time at your house.

When high school came around things started changing. Sarah’s mom left and her dad threw himself into his work. Sarah started going wild and you went right along with her. You started sneaking out, hooking up with boys, and partying every weekend. You both graduated high school (barely) and somehow made it into the same college. With only a week left until you moved into your dorm. Everyone was throwing the last parties of the summer, eager to get last memories with their high school friends.

That’s how you got where you are now, the loud blaring of the speakers as you danced in the random basement of the night. Sarah was beyond tipsy, dancing on the beer pong table while the guys all ogled her body in her short skirt and tight top. You were, unfortunately, the designated driver of the evening. Leaving you with the slightest buzz that had all but faded away.

You pulled out your phone, cursing when you saw the time.

“We gotta go, babe,” you yelled to Sarah over the thumping bass of the speakers.

Sarah look down at you with a pout as you grabbed her arm and helped her onto the dirt floor. Her white sneakers landed in a puddle of something spilled and you winced.

“Don’t wanna,” she whined, throwing her head back for dramatic effect.

You patted her back as you pushed her through the crowd in front of you.

“I know but your dad is gonna be getting home soon and we gotta get back before he realizes we’re gone.”

Sarah groaned as you push her up the stairs of the basement and into the backyard. You led her to the car as you fished around in your handbag.

“Fuck,” you groan and lean your forehead against the window.

Sarah didn’t hear you, too busy flirting with some grimy Super Senior™ to realize you had somehow lost the keys to her shiny new graduation gift.

You pull her away from the walking STD, and pull her back to the car.

“I lost the keys, I need you to keep your hand right here and Don’t. Move.” You spoke slowly, pushing her hand against the hood of the car. She nodded slowly with drooping eyelids then giggled.

“You look soooo funny when you’re serious.” She laughed and stumbled. You shoot her a half serious glare and head back into the basement to search for the keys.

After fifteen minutes of searching the dirty floor with your phone flashlight and trying to shout at people through the loud music, you come back up victoriously holding the keys in your hand. Your victory doesn’t last long when you see Sarah standing next to the car, and her dad next to her.

“Oh shit,” you groan as you walk up to them.

“Oh shit is right,” Joel glares down at you, Sarah draped against his shoulder.

“I called my dad to help,” Sarah giggled.

“I can explain-“

“In. Now.” Joel growls, pointing to his truck.

You just nod and walk over to the car. Joel drags Sarah into the back seat where she promptly passes out. You jump into the front seat and Joel gets into the driver seat, grumpily buckling up and peeling out of the driveway.

The drive back is tense. Only the sounds of Sarah snoring and the low grumble of the road. Joel occasionally glances at you then back at the road, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. You pull down your tight fitting dress. Maybe he’ll go easier on you if you don’t look like you belong on a street corner.

The car pulls into the driveway and Joel pulls Sarah out. You walk behind him as he carries her into her bedroom. Every glare he throws your way makes you duck your head more.

You can’t remember a time when you saw him this mad, but you were usually sneakier than this. You guys had never gotten caught, you always got home on time and made sure any evidence was gone before a parent could find it. Usually you would be back at your house with your sweet, but unfortunately super gullible parents who didn’t think you and Sarah could ever do anything wrong.

You helped Sarah into some pajamas and hoped to sneak out of the front door. You carefully walked through the living room, trying your hardest not to make any noise. The sound of a cupboard slamming shut behind you has you almost jumping out of your skin. You jump around, looking straight at Joel.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Miller.” You immediately start.

“Look, I understand. You’re 19, you think it’s cool to go to parties,” Joel starts, his expression hard. He leans back against the counter, gesturing to the stool across from him. You scurry over and sit, pulling the hem of your dress down. “But this shit is dangerous. Y’all getting drunk and being around all those hormonal boys or God forbid getting behind a wheel.”

“I’m not drunk,” You argue, but one look from Joel has you shrinking back in your seat.

“You’re leaving in a week and you have no idea the shit that college boys think,” he crosses his arms across his chest. The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up to his elbows showing off his muscular forearms.

“I’m a big girl I can handle it.” You shoot back with a bite.

His eyebrows raise at your tone and he pushes off the counter to stand at his full height. Looking down at your smaller frame on the stool.

You can feel a wave of rebellion coarse through you as you look up at him. Sarah spent most of her time over the years at your house so you never really got to know Joel. You would see him in passing or at big life events for Sarah, but you rarely had to deal with him one on one. The fact that he could just stand there and scold you like a child when he didn’t even know you made anger bubble up inside you.

“You’re a big girl?” He steps closer to you.

You nod, suddenly feeling like prey being hunted

“Y-yes,” you stumble.

“You don’t sound too sure, Darlin,” he smirks down at you.

His eyes travel down, down to the hem of your too-tight dress that had made its way dangerously close to the top of your thighs. You cross your legs and squeeze your thighs together, hoping to shield yourself from his sight and hoping to stop the dull ache that had started to form.

“These aren’t the boys you’re used to dealing with, these are men. Can you handle a man?”

You bite your lip at his words. Maybe you were drunk. There’s no way q your best friend’s dad was standing less than a foot in front of you, undressing you with those brown eyes. There’s no way he was flirting with you after chastising you not even a minute ago. There’s no way you were enjoying it.

You nod up at him. “I can handle a man.”

He grins down at you, “prove it.”

Those two words set something ablaze in you. In a flash you’re snaking your arms around his neck and bringing his mouth to yours greedily. He returns it hungrily, wrapping his arms around your back.

You stumble off the stool and his hands are immediately on your ass. You let out a little yelp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You gasp into the kiss, breathing him in as he explores every inch of your tongue.

His hands grip your ass, supporting you as you jump back onto the counter, leaving him stand in in between your spread legs. The hard bulge in the front of his pants rubs again you and he lets out a low groan against your lips.

He detaches his lips from yours, dragging them down your neck. He ruts softly against your clothed core, making you whimper and close your eyes. He growls against your neck, continuing his assault. You reach down to the front of his pants, sloppily undoing his belt.

Your hand slithers into his pants, wrapping around his impressive length. Your thumb grazes over his silky tip and he hisses, pulling back. He grabs your wrist

“Not yet, baby,” he mutters, starting to slowly kiss his way down your neck.

“Need it,” You whine, trying to pull him back to you with your legs.

His hands move to your thighs, pushing them apart to stop them from pulling him in. He pulls back and looks down at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen. He pushes the hem of your dress up to your waist, revealing the black lacy panties that you wore for the party.

He drops to his knees, staring at the little pretty pink bow sitting on the front. His eyes never leave yours as he takes the bow between his teeth, pulling it back and then letting go. Letting it snap back to your skin. You feel yourself clench around nothing beneath the fabric and bite your swollen bottom lip.

“Look at that bow,” he groans, pushing his face forward again. His nose rubs against the bow as he presses a kiss directly to your clothed clit. “You’re like a present, wrapped up for me.”

“Mr. Miler please,” you gasp, not sure how much more you can take.

“Please what, baby,” He presses another kiss to the same spot.

“Please just do something,” Your lips parting in a needy whine. You try to move your hips forward, desperate for more, but his hold on your thighs tightens, stilling your movements. You groan in frustration.

Joel slips his fingers into the side of your panties, stretching them and pulling them aside. He lets out a groan as he sees you finally. Your swollen pink folds slick with your own arousal. He presses another kiss, this time to your bare clit. You gasp and tug in his hair, he lets out a growl.

“You taste so sweet, darlin,”

His tongue darts out to tease around your bundle of nerves, licking circles around it but never hitting it where you want. You pant above him, letting out little whimpers as he teases you.

His hand moves travels from your thigh to your stomach. His fingers splay out against your skin and pushes you back until your back hits the cold granite.

Your fingers tug hard when his lips latch around your clit, suckling against it as his tongue massages the bud.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle your noises.

His hand that isn’t pinning you down into the countertop makes its way down. You feel a finger prod at your entrance and you gasp.

His finger slips in easily to your soaked hole. You bite down on your hand, trying to keep yourself from being too loud. You lift your head up, looking down at where he’s connected to you and find him looking directly at you. Your walls clench around him at the sight.

He slips another finger in, slowly thrusting them into you. Those brown pupils are blown wide in desire as he watched you whine, trying to grind down on him. He scissors those thick fingers inside of you and you moan, squeezing them.

He groans against your clit, sending vibrations up through your body like the best vibrator money could buy. You feel that ball starting to tighten deep in your abdomen.

“C-close, Joel, so close,” you gasp, groaning when that hand stops you from grinding against his face.

“Gonna cum on my fingers?” He asks, mouth still attached to your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan.

His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive, spongey spot. That quickly sends you over the edge, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his fingers. You bite your hand, a few moans still coming through.

He continues to massage that spot inside you and suck on your sensitive clit, far past the last aftershock of your orgasm. You let out whimpers about him, your hands that were pulling on his scalp now trying to push him away as he licks up the last of your arousal. You pull him up and away from your sensitive core.

He brings the back of his hand up to his mouth, wiping away the slick left behind. His eyes never leave yours for a second.

You sit back up, your hands flying back to the front of his jeans. You push them down, his thick length popping out. You bite your lip at the sight.

“Like what you see?”

You look back up at Joel, a smirk on his face. You didn’t want to play, you just felt hot need pulsing through your veins.

You look directly into his eyes as you wrap your hand around him, pumping slowly. His smirk wavers at your light touch. You sweep your thumb across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum.

His breath hitches as he watches you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking the droplet. He groans deep in his throat at the sight. You grin up at him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and resting it against your puffy folds. The underside of him rubs against your sensitive clit.

“Please fuck me,” you pout up at him. His face goes back to your throat, kissing and suckling the soft flesh.

“You want my cock, baby?” He groans at the base of your throat.

“Yes, please give it to me,” you whine. He slides through your slick folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. His tip hitches against your clit and you moan into his ear, clutching at his shoulders.

“Please, Joel, please,” you beg desperately.

He pulls back and grins at your flushed face, “love hearing you beg for me, sweetheart.”

He hands massage your thighs, pushing them apart. You grab the base of his dick, guiding the fat head towards where you need it most. You’re both panting, watching as he notches himself against your entrance.

He slowly starts to ease himself in, stretching you inch by delicious inch. You can’t remember the last time, if ever, you were stretched like this. He was right, you were dealing with men now. And you loved it.

You bite your lip to stifle your moan as he bottoms out inside you. He stills, panting but never taking his eyes off where you’re connected. His lips swollen in a pant as he throbs inside of you. You place slow kisses along his chest, urging him to move.

He groans as he pulls back, then snaps his hips forward. You whimper at the feeling.

“Taking me like a fucking champ, baby.” He praises and you clench around him, whining pitifully. “Taking it like such a big girl.”

You whine as he uses your earlier words against you. His hand pushes you back onto the countertop as he lazily thrusts into you. His hand wrapping around your dress bunched up at your waist. His other hand wraps around your ankle, bringing it up and over his shoulder, then the other one.

The new angle causes him to push his tip into that sensitive spot inside you. You let out a louder moan at the feeling.

“F-fuck,” you gasp, clenching around him. You feel that ball inside you start to tighten again.

“I’m not gonna last much,” you stop to moan again, as he kisses your calf. “Not gonna last much longer.”

The hand wrapped around your dress pulls you forward, making him reach deeper into you.

“Gonna cum all over my cock?” He groans down at you, using your dress as a handle to pull you back onto him over and over again as his pace picks up.

You nod and whimper.

His free hand snakes down to rub your clit in tight little circles, making you squirm under him and moan.

“Come on, baby, cum all over daddy’s cock.” He groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and you know that he’s holding back on his own impending release.

His hand comes up to cover your mouth, his other hands still rubbing furiously against your sensitive nub. Something deep inside you snaps and send you tumbling over the edge, your vision going white as you clench around him hard. His thick cock still pistoning deep inside you.

His hand does little to muffle your moans and instead he pushes his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue wraps around him and you suckle greedily on the digit.

He groans at the sight, his hips snapping harder against yours.

“Not gonna last much longer, darlin,” his voice hitches when you graze your teeth along his thumb. “Where d’you want it?”

You let his thumb slip out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ and bite your lip. “Want it inside me, daddy.” You say, giving him a fucked out look.

His hips stumble as he looks at your pouty, swollen lips and wide eyes. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nod, his thumb still resting on your bottom lip, “please.” You beg.

He leans down, capturing your lips in his as he gives a few more sloppy, fast strokes. Then groaning into your mouth as he stills deep inside you, spilling his release into you.

You gasp as you feel the warmth spread through you, reaching deeper and deeper inside you. You swallow his moans, letting him rut inside you lazily as he comes down from his high.

He raises back up, pulling out of you. You’re so sensitive that you let out a quiet whimper at the feeling. He grabs a rag warm rag and starts slowly cleaning you.

Silence hangs in the air around you. You’re suddenly aware of everything that just happened. You just fucked your best friend’s dad. Your best friend’s dad just fucked you. Your best friend’s dad just made you cum twice on their kitchen counter.

And they were the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

He doesn’t say anything, just shoves himself back into his pants and fixes his clothes. You pull your panties back into place and shove your dress back down as far as you can while still seated on the counter.

“I’m on the pill.” You say, finally breaking the silence.

“Oh,” he grunts. “That’s good.”

“So we don’t need to worry about that,” you trail off.

The sound of a door squeaking open down the hall causes you to jump off of the counter. Fully pulling your dress back into place, you practically jump away from each other, standing on opposite sides of the island he just defiled you on.

Sarah stumbles into the kitchen, swaying back and forth. Running into one wall and pushing off of it just to run into another one. She stops when she sees both of you.

“I’m not drunk,” she slurs, pointing a finger at Joel. She pulls the handle of the fridge open far harder than needed, grabbing a bottle of water, and slams it closed again.

She turns around on wobbly legs, then stops and glares at him again.

“You weren’t being mean to her were you?” She points a shaky finger towards you.

He smirks and darts his eyes over to yours, his eyes raking back down your body. “No, I was very nice to her.”

You shudder under his gaze.

“Good,” Sarah stumbles over to you, grabbing you in a too-tight hug and starts to drag you down the hall to her room. Her drunken, tear-filled voice travels back to the kitchen “Cause she’s my best friend and no one is allowed to be mean to her or I’LL FUCK THEM UP.”

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Note: this is literally the first thing I have ever written, if you’ve made it this far thank you so much!! (I’m usually not this freakay I promise)

[cheriladycl01]

No because that hurt me! Lando Norris x Girlfriend! Reader Part 2

Plot: Lando goes one step too far ...

As you'd promised you'd gone straight back to London, you thrown yourself into your work. You spent the days on the construction sight for the new house you were flipping, overseeing the progress. You spent the evenings in the studio working on more plans for the interior of the house.

But you did miss him, of course you missed him.

He was your person ...

Your guy...

The love of your life.

In the time that you'd come home however, videos had surfaced, many videos had surfaced...

The first was of you and Lando in the club, someone from a table across from the one your friends had been sat in showed how Lando had acted towards you and how his friends had tried to back you up. The next was of you running up to Alex, begging for a lift.

Afterwards, videos were leaked of the rest of Lando's night where he celebrated his win, by dancing with his friends and random girls that were being pulled into the big group. Nothing scandalous but enough to upset the fans who really liked you.

Later on, after the first few videos came out a video came out of Max Fewtrell and him arguing before him and Pietra left. Max actually pushed him a little and lots of hand gestures were flying round, but Lando looked just as angry as Max did.

Normally when you were in London, people knew they'd get content on your Instagram stories of you doing what you do best. People had suggested you to start a YouTube because your live's and reels were so funny that they'd definitely spend the time watching.

But you'd been dark since the argument with Lando and people were getting worried including Lando. So when you posted a titkok with your team, in the trend that AstonMartin did where the camera is up high above and you all do funny things, the media went crazy.

You then posted a video on instagram talking about the new house and the progress that was coming on.

"Hey guys! Y/N here! Just wanted to show you how the latest project is coming on. We've torn down the living room and put all new flooring in, which actually has built in underfloor heating which i think here in the UK is a real money move. We're going to hook it all up to a central network from the hallway as you walk in, which we finally finished the painting for that last week" you pan showing the round the areas you'd been talking about.

You showed you and one of the girls tearing down the kitchen.

Captioned 'Best Part of the Job, Free Rage Room', which is how you'd always referred to the demolition phase of house flipping. People on twitter of course took it out of context and rumors started flying that you and Lando had in fact called it splits, even one of those WAG update pages 'confirming' the breakup from close sources.

You'd found it laughable really, but you knew it would be hurting Lando, and no matter how much he hurt you ... you weren't a bitter person. You didn't want him hurting as well.

You were sat in your studio at your desk, sketching for the garden. The pen was currently in your mouth, sat back debating whether you should reach out to Lando or wait for him to come to you.

It had been three weeks at this point with no communication. You'd spoken to Lando's family, who had talked with you about everything that had happened. Cisca and Adam had apologized for their sons behavior.

As you were about to pick up your phone, caving in to messaging Lando first when you swore you wouldn't on knock on your wooden studio door sounds.

You frown, wondering who on earth would be coming to you at this time of the night. You weren't even open, office hours were long over. It was about 11pm, so your clients knew you weren't taking calls even though you were still here and working with a light on.

You open the door, bolt and latch on for added protection.

"Lando?" you ask seeing the curly haired boy, hoodie up and his eyes looking more tired than you'd ever seen them.

"You want to open up and let me in baby?" he asks softly, a slight crack to his voice.

"I was just about to call you" you admit, unlatching the door so it swings open fully. He stops just under the arch of the door observing you. It was like he was having a small inward debate with himself.

"Gonna cave coz you miss me?" he jokes, testing the waters. He didn't know how you were now that you'd have some time apart. He was hopeful that he could talk to you again and fix what had happened.

"Honestly yeah. I hate you and how much of a hold you have on me" you admit, leaning back into your chair directing him to the sofa.

"I came here, to say I'm sorry and that I was horrible to you. And I know it's not excuse but I want to explain what happened. In full... I think you deserve more than an explanation... but I think you need one for if we are ever going to go back to what we were" he sighs. He leans forward and takes your hand into his.

He explains how, after the race people told him you'd said you were leaving the race track. So he went to the hotel to find you, only for you not to be there, Max came round and said you were probably getting ready with the girls as P had told him you were all gonna meet them there.

"I didn't think this was too out of the ordinary for you, your especially close with P and Lily, and it wouldn't shock me if Kelly and Kika would drag you all into a girl pre-club party in their hotel room..." he laughs knowing that normally you and P would do each other's makeup when Max and her came to race weekends. Or you and Lily would switch outfit's loving to venture into each other's styles.

When he got to the club and no-one had seen you, and Pierre and Charles had come up to him with celebratory shots, he hadn't declined.

"The shots were the start of what slowly just went downhill, I don't think i ever want to drink that much again, I was so happy at the start" he laughs flushing red and the thought of him knocking back shots, which was rare considering he didn't like to drink. He wouldn't be doing it anytime soon that was for sure.

"You deserved to celebrate though baby, don't make it seem like you shouldn't have had a fun night" you admit, both of you were being open and mature adults right now. You were so glad you'd both spent some time apart to think before you fought more, now you were both talking and listening to each other and you couldn't help but think it was beautiful and intimate.

After the three hour mark he was fed up that you hadn't bothered to show up at such an important night for him. Talking to Charles and Pierre who were also drunk, weren't the best influences on suggesting places you could be. All of them being ones his drunk mind could picture vividly, his sober mind would have known his girl would never dream of doing that to him.

"Charles said some things and I know sober me would have known you wouldn't do that, but i was already angry thinking you'd just ditched me. I shouldn't have drunk as much and I know its no excuse... but" he starts and you nod.

"The main thing is you know how you would have acted. Yes you upset me, yes your hurt me because you said some horrible things to me..."

"Yeah, I've heard the video and It wasn't my intention to embarrass you the way I did, especially in front of our friends. I'm so so sorry!" he admits.

The other group, had tried to convince him that maybe you'd just got held up and thats where Oscar, Lily, Max and P had all messaged you.

"Baby, I'm so so sorry that i wasn't there for you after what happened!" he says tears in his eyes. This would forever be one of his biggest regrets in life, not being there for you when you needed him.

"How did you find out?" you gulp, not really wanting to think about what could have happened that night if it wasn't for the Mclaren Mechanics.

"Well, after having a scolding from Oscar, and Max, and Alex, and Zac... the mechanics also threatened to botch my pit stops. So i listened to what they did for you"

"Mmmm it was scary. All i wanted was you" you nod, rubbing a thumb across his hand.

"I'm so so sorry, I promised you that i'd protect you always. And I've failed!" he says with a little snivel and tears brimming his eyes.

"You've not failed, you just made a mistake, there's been some miscommunication and Charles and Pierre didn't help with their boyish meddling but ... we'll get there" you smile before pulling closer to him and nuzzling into his neck breathing in his sent.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive me?" he asks softly pulling you back so he can fully look at you.

"I already have, darling" you smile.

"What did i ever do to deserve you, I don't think i do" he smiles.

"Hmmmm, well I think the historians will argue one day its me who didn't deserve you" you sigh, brushing some of his hair back.

"I doubt that" he scoffs, knowing that when you first started dating, even with your lack of status people still thought you were too kind, too sweet and too innocent for someone as jokey and brash as Lando was seen to be.

"I've never had anyone treat me the way you do, I'm so so in love with you. And I don't ever want the feelings I have when i think of you and see you to stop. I feel like i can do anything when i have you by my side. Why do you think the first person i seeked out was you?" you offer, softly leaning in and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

You guys, talked more that night. About how you actually had fun helping the Mclaren boys pack up, regardless if you thought Lando had forgotten about you.

A week later and the media had picked up on the sighting the paps had got of both of you. Some fans had seen you both at a restaurant and make posts on it.

The comments bashed you either way, being between saying how silly you were for taking him back or the others saying they were upset you were back. It got to the point where you had to release a statement saying that you and Lando, are grown adults who can talk through the miscommunication and issues you'd experienced and were better for it now.

"I love you so much, and I'm never ever ever acting up like that again" he says as you help him do up his fire suit for the race you were currently at with him.

"I love you too, now go out and get another win for me baby so we can celebrate properly this time" you smile, kissing him before Jon comes forward asking for Lando's presence in the front of the garage.

A/N: I hope you guys think this did the first part justice as so many people requested a Part 2, so I'm really scared that this hasn't done it justice! If you want a rewrite with something better... something longer where its more of a series. Or where it goes the opposite way and it takes her longer to forgive him let me know. I just thought that Y/N and Lando in this one specifically would be the type to maturely talk about things!

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[familyvideostevie]

october nineteenth

day nineteen: steve harrington you find a guy at a halloween party dressed in a matching costume. guess you have to hook up with him, right? | 18+, mdni, smut, fem!reader | 2k detailed content warnings: grinding, hooking up with a stranger, fem!reader, some light praise kink, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, doggy style, people hearing you fuck

Your costume is a bit uninspired. It was supposed to be a couples costume but your date called last week to say he finally made it official with some other girl, so.

Here you are, Baby from Dirty Dancing without her Johnny.

You’ve made it a bit sluttier than planned to compensate. Jean cutoffs as short as you can find and a white button up tied just below your breasts, which are pushed up and out by your best bra.

All of your friends ooh and ahh and tell you you’re sure to attract some attention tonight. The party it at the house of some guy you don’t really know, but you’re still excited by the atmosphere and how good you know you look. When you get there you immedietly grab a drink and start having fun. You dance, you laugh, you take a shot.

You’ve got a light buzz by the time he walks in.

A guy dressed as Johnny. At least that’s who you think he’s dressed as — tight black tank top showing his biceps and black pants that hug his ass like a dream. He’s handsome in a way that makes your throat dry.

He locks eyes with you from across the room and his eyes rake across your costume with obvious interest. Wow, you’re pretty sure you’ve never met this guy before but he’s really checking you out. Then he winks at you and disappears into the crowd.

Okay. Tonight might be more fun than you anticipated. If you can find him again.

You wander around the house with your friends, one eye on the crowd, but you don’t see him. A flash of black, a tanned shoulder, coiffed hair. But no actual Johnny.

Until you’re in the kitchen by yourself getting some water from the tap.

“Baby?” someone says behind you. You whirl around and there he is. “Hi,” he says, mouth pulled up into an infuriatingly handsome smirk.

“Hi…Johnny?”

“Well, I tried,” he says. “I’m Steve.” He holds out his hand to shake and you pump it twice.

“Hi, Steve.” You tell him your actual name and he repeats it. “Wanna dance, Steve?”

He looks a bit surprised but glances at the mosh of people and then you, heat in his gaze. “Guess we have to, right? I’m not lifting you, though. Patrick Swayze is way stronger than me, I can admit it.”

You laugh and grab his hand and drag him to the floor.

It’s the point in the night where people are practically dry humping to the music, so you press close to Steve as you dance, making sure you’re always touching as you spin and move.

You turn around a few times and press your ass against his front just to see what he’ll do. His hands fly to your hips every time, thumbs pressing into the bare skin above your waistband. By the third time you do it, you feel him hard against you and you crane your neck so you can see his face.

“Do you want to find a room?” he says in your ear, breath hot on your skin.

You nod. Steve grabs your hand and drags you from the floor and through the hallways of the house like he knows it well. You make it up the stairs and he tries a few doors but they’re all locked or otherwise occupied, based on the shouts from behind them. He curses and then tugs you into…a bathroom?

“Not what I was aiming for, but it’ll do,” he says and kicks the door shut. You hop up on the counter and he stands between your legs, hands squeezing your bare thighs.

Neither of you seem totally sure what to do next. Your arousal courses through your veins but you wait for him to make the next move.

“I, uh, don’t do this a lot,” he says.

“Hook up with random girls at parties?”

He swallows and nods. “We don’t have to do anything,” he assures you. “You just…you look so…”

“We match,” you remind him. You curl your fingers through his belt loops.

“We do.”

“I’m game if you are,” you say and lean in. He follows like a magnet and your noses brush.

“Okay,” he says. “We can stop whenever you want.”

“Scott,” you say, “I promise I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”

“Well, first of all, my name is Steve.” You laugh, only a little embarrassed. He doesn’t look upset, just amused.

“Sorry, Steve.”

He kisses you hard, hands on your face and tongue immedietly in your mouth. You wrap your legs around him and pull him as close as you can get. His hands are everywhere, on your jaw and your back and your hips and your stomach. He breaks the kiss to tear off his tank top and you drag your hands down his chest, feeling his wiry hair and muscles as he kisses you again, sucking on your tongue.

“Off,” he says into your mouth. Nimble fingers untie the knot of your shirt and throw it aside. His lips trail down your neck, sucking on your pulse point. “So hot,” he says. “So fucking hot in that shirt. Look at those tits.”

He tugs down your bra and practically sighs when he cups your breasts in his huge hands. His mouth is spit slick and hair a mess from your tugging. “God,” he breathes out. “Perfect.” He runs his thumbs over your nipples and pinches them. You arch your back into his touch and undo your bra entirely so it falls to the floor.

The party is going on just outside but you don’t give a fuck. You haven’t had a one-night stand in a long time and this is going perfectly. You need him to fuck you in this bathroom.

You cover one of his hands with yours and drag it down to your inner thigh. “Touch me, Steve.”

He smirks. “Right name. Good girl,” he coos. Now that sends a lightning bolt of pleasure to your core. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pulls you off the counter and tugs down your shorts, going to his knees as he does. Holy shit. “These fuckin’ things,” he says. “So short it should be illegal.”

“Lucky you it’s not,” you say. You lean back on the vanity and he studies the lace of your panties. “Cute.” You fist your hand in his hair and tug lightly so he’s looking at you. His pupils dilate and his breath hitches.

“C’mon, Steve. You gonna touch me?”

“Oh, I’m gonna touch you.” He tugs down your panties and pushes your legs apart. You pull your foot free from your bottoms and lift your leg, which he hooks over his shoulder.

“Look at that,” he says. He drags two fingers through your folds and brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes on you the whole time. Where the hell did this guy come from? “Your cunt tastes good.”

And then he’s lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firm enough against you to make you moan. His nose bumps your clit and you keen, which makes him switch gears and suck on it a few times. He slides two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as he devours you.

Your grip on his hair becomes less gentle but he doesn’t seem to mind. You’re pretty sure he likes it.

You could come like this but his fingers have only barely filled the ache you feel so you tap his cheek and he pulls away.

“You gonna spend all night down there?”

He grins. His face is shiny with you. “I could.”

“Or you could fuck me.” His nostrils flare and he licks his lips.

“I could do that, too.”

Steve stands and hovers near you until you surge forward to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “So fucking hot.”

You feel him hard through his pants as you work at his belt. He helps you and shoves them down just far enough to get his cock out. He’s bigger than you thought he’d be, long and thick, dark curls at the base. You spit into your hand and start to stroke him.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah,” he manages. He digs in the back pocket of his half-off pants and produces a foil square. You would tease him about it if you weren’t so impatient to be fucked.

“I’ll do it,” you say. He hands you the wrapper and you tear it open and slowly roll it on. Steve hisses. “Gonna be a tight fit,” you murmur.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel good,” he says. “Turn around.”

You do, ass in the air, hands braced on the counter. The mirror is too high on the wall for you to see anything but you wish you could.

“Fuck,” Steve says. “You’re dripping.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. He drags his cock through your folds and you push back with your hips, desperate for some friction.

Steve fucking laughs. “Patience, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you.”

“Then get a fucking move on, sweetheart,” you snap.

He stops messing around and pushes into you a bit meanly, a bit too fast, and you gasp.

“Fuck,” you hiss, pressing your forehead on the counter. The stretch burns for a few seconds before dulling to a feeling of fullness, of deep, deep pleasure. He bottoms out and you hear a stuttering breath.

“Tight fit is right,” Steve says. “Fuck.”

“Are you going to move?”

“So impatient.” Steve kicks your feet apart even more and starts to fuck you hard right away, his cock dragging inside you and skin slapping loudly with each thrust. His hands grip your hips so hard you know you’ll bruise.

“Bet this isn’t — shit — what you thought you’d be doing tonight.”

“Not exactly,” he says. “But I’m not complaining.”

You laugh but it turns into a moan when he hits the perfect spot inside you.

“God,” he pants. “You have a perfect cunt.”

“Buy a girl dinner first, Steve.”

He fucks you even harder in retaliation.

The bathroom feels hot, almost unbearably so. You’re making noises you didn’t know you could make as he pounds into you, so loud you’re sure anyone standing outside can hear.

And then someone bangs on the door. Neither of you pay it any mind.

“Hey! You can’t take the bathroom! People have to piss!”

“Fuck off,” Steve yells.

“Did you lock the door?” you ask, turning your head a little to see him. His chest his flushed, forehead damp with exertion. He smoothes a palm over your back as if to calm you.

“I fucking hope so,” he says, not breaking his rhythm. Whoever is outside must decide it’s not worth it, because they don’t knock again. “Why? You want someone to walk in on us? See you bent over the counter, see me fucking you—”

You clench around him. “Shut up, Steve.” He does.

The building pressure in your abdomen is getting to be too much. You press back into him with each thrust, chasing your high. He gets the message and curls an arm around you to circle your clit with rough fingers, his damp chest pressed to your bare back.

“I’m close,” he says, “I’m close, baby, are you—”

“Me too,” you pant. It’s funny that he calls you baby, since you are — were — dressed as her, but you don’t call him on it, too busy trying to finish.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, come on, you can do it, come on my co—”

A broken cry crawls its way out of you as your orgasm rushes up all at once. You spasm around him and his hips drive into you through it. At some point he finishes, too, but you’re too fucked out to notice. He presses his forehead to your shoulder blades after he’s done. You’re both panting. The sounds of the party leak through the door.

Steve squeezes your hip, still inside you. “That was — wow.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” you say. “We should do this again.”

“Is that a compliment?” You reach back with intent to smack him but he catches your hand and squeezes. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it go to my head.”

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Sleeping on the Blacktop

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: guys we did it i wrote smut i actually like (ps this was edited but also not reread because I’ve been trying to write it for five hours so if you see any mistakes no you didn’t)

Summary: The Land of No Return [4.7k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, platonic expressions of love, the mortifying ordeal of being known, sexting, we finally get to know about reader's secret tattoos, smut, Joel the Menace makes his long awaited return with that dirty fucking mouth, mutual masturbation, phone sex (??(sure)), protected sex (no Miller babies for them) p in v stuff, June being indulgent with describing Joel Miller, anxiety, I think that's it??

Music floods the kitchen as you and Andie work on making the best "last supper but with women" possible. The lamps glow orange on the walls and create funny shadows when you dance together, pulling each other in and out to old jazzy tunes. You laugh when she throws a string of spaghetti at your fridge to test if it's ready a little too hard, and it splatters water everywhere. You, honestly, might be a little delirious. You're both in your pajamas, and you've been watching movies all day. You exchange what you remember from New Year's Eve and cringe at what the other fills in. You drink cheap wine from plastic cups and snack on chips as the food cooks. 

It feels like high school again, with all the girlish giggling and inside jokes you trade back and forth, except this time, instead of her going back to her house ten minutes up the road, she's going back to her apartment half the world away. No matter how long you get with her, it's never enough. Thousands of miles and different schedules will do that. Keeping long-distance friendships as an adult is just as hard, if not harder, than making new ones. 

When dinner is ready, you fix your plates and sit next to each other at your messy dining room table— the IKEA one she helped you build when Henry walked out with the first one— and eat. Paint stains the wood of the table, and half-finished works are scattered around the dining room, but you barely notice them as you talk. She tells you about the things waiting for her in Vienna: work, her cat, Oslo, and piano lessons. You don't have to pretend to be envious because you are. You have to go back to school and the Real World once you drop her off at the airport in the morning. You wish you could go with her. 

"Alright, c'mon. Spill it. What's going on with you and Joel?" She asks in between bites of garlic bread. You laugh and shake your head.

"There's nothing to tell."

"Bullshit. Tommy told me he saw you guys."

"Speaking of Tommy," you pivot. "What's going on there? You two seemed pretty chummy." You raise your eyebrows at her, and a big smile takes over her face. She takes another bite of food to buy herself some time, but there's no way you're letting her off the hook, especially after all her teasing about Joel.

"Nothing. We were just… talking." She finally says, and you give her a look. 

"Talking?"

"Yes. People talk. You should try it sometime."

"Was it talking like we are now or talking like Joel and I talked?" You hum, and she kicks her feet as she leans forward.

"So you and Joel did talk." 

"Well, we probably would've if somebody didn't come barging in."

"Goddammit, I told him to wait," she groans. "Sorry, girl."

"Yeah, me too," you say, and she laughs. You bump her knee and give her a look. "Alright, your turn. What's going on with Tommy?" 

"Nothing that could actually turn into anything." 

"Aw, c'mon. Don't count yourself out so early."

"It's not counting myself out. It's being realistic. I live in Vienna. He lives here. I'm not ready to come back to the States, and he seems content, so there's nothing that can happen," she shrugs. "It was a fling. A very nice fling, but a fling nevertheless." She seems a little too sad for it to have been just a fling. They exchanged numbers, and you've caught her texting him several times. She said she did kiss him on New Year's Eve (before she threw up), but they didn't go any further besides flirting the next morning. You watched them test each other at breakfast, and he seemed just as interested in her as she was in him. They'd be cute together. She sighs and pushes her pasta around in her bowl like a dejected character from a period piece.

"Tommy is very handsome." You comment, and she grabs your arm, animating all of a sudden. 

"Dude, I've been dying to talk about it. What the fuck are they putting in the water here? It's insane." 

"It's annoying, right?" 

"So annoying." She agrees. You laugh about it together and, finally, give her the details she's been waiting so patiently for. When you finish your story, her hands are over her mouth, and her eyes are wide. "Oh, my God. You have to get him back."

"I know, I know! He's driving me up a fucking wall." You say, taking a bite of food. It will get cold if you don't stop talking, but you also don't care. 

"You could surprise him with some lingerie or something." She suggests, and you groan. 

"God, I don't even remember the last time I bought lingerie."

"All the more reason to buy some." 

"I don't know. I feel like I could just show up naked, and he'd be happy with that."

"He sounds like a keeper then."

"Yeah, I don't know," you shrug. "I like him a lot. I just… don't know if it's sustainable."

"Why?" She asks. You almost want to gesture around your messy apartment and half-put together life as if it will answer her question.

"I mean, he's a good guy, and we're having fun, but for how long? His kid's gonna be in at least one of my classes until she graduates. Not to mention, he has another daughter who is in medical school. We both work full-time. And then there's the whole having to keep it a secret thing. It could get really old really fast." You sigh. 

"What if it doesn't?"

"What?"

"What if it doesn't get old? What if it ends up working out?" She asks. You take a deep breath. "You didn't even think about that possibility. Did you?"

"I just don't wanna get hurt."

"That's a very real possibility. Things could go wrong. He could break your heart. You could lose your job. Society as we know it could come crashing down, and you know what? The sun's still gonna come up the next day. The birds will still sing, and I will still be here," she says, putting her hand over yours. You purse your lips as you process her words. "You deserve nice things, kid. Don't count yourself out so early." She echoes your earlier sentiment, and you smile.

She's right. Of course, she's right. You don't let yourself think good things could happen because you're so focused on all the bad. She's known you for so long she can read your thoughts and know your habits before you can. What a horrifying and beautiful thing it is to be known inside and out like that. 

"Maybe you should've been a writer instead of a musician," you say, and she laughs. You squeeze her hand and sigh as you look at her. "I'm really gonna miss you."

"I'm really gonna miss you, too."

"I wish you could stay."

"I know," she says. "But you need an excuse to come to Vienna, and I need an excuse to come to Austin, and if I stay, we lose that."

"I guess that's true."

"Besides, if I stop making trans-Atlantic calls, I think my phone company would be concerned." She points out, making you laugh. You know she's telling you what she's told herself this whole time. She loves Vienna, but you know she gets homesick. You know she's trying really hard to convince herself to get back on that plane. You don't push her about staying again. You just indulge in her presence. 

"I love you." You say softly, and she smiles.

"I love you, too." She says. 

It means so much more than just "I love you." It means, "I love you, and I want us both to eat well." It means, "I love you, and I can't imagine doing this life without you." It means, "I love you, and I know you have to go." Never any buts. Always ands, because love like this knows no bounds. Not borders, not time zones, not lifestyles. 

You finish the dinner you made and clean the kitchen side by side before climbing into bed and staying up as late as possible to try and get Andie back on Vienna time. In the morning, you drag yourselves out of bed and sing in the car on the way to get coffee, and when the time comes for you to get her suitcase out of your backseat and watch her disappear behind glass doors, you hug her tight and tell her you love her again. She repeats the sentiment with another squeeze and deep breath that tells you how close to tears she is. Then, she turns around and doesn't look back to prove she's strong enough to leave. She doesn't need to prove anything to you. You always knew she was strong enough to do this.

The car ride back is emotional and lonely and tinged with the bass line of Ribs by Lorde, but your phone buzzes as you pull back into your apartment complex with tears staining your cheeks. 

Thanks for letting us meet Andie. She's a really sweet person. I'm sorry she has to leave today.

You don't remember telling him what day she was leaving, but she might've told Tommy, and Tommy told Joel. You smile and text him back. 

Thanks for taking care of us. She only had good things to say about you and Tommy. We'll have to all hang out again the next time she's home. 

And then.

Thanks for checking on me. I really appreciate it. 

Of course. I'm always a wreck when I have to drop Sarah off at the airport. I'm around if you wanna talk. Ellie's hanging out with some friends, and Tommy's on-site today.

You stare at the messages and debate your options. He basically just told you he's home alone and has nothing to do for the rest of the day. And yes, he is probably being sweet and really offering to talk if you're feeling lonely, but you also know how talking usually goes for you two. You smirk as you type out a message.

Just talk?

It seems like he can't type fast enough.

What else would you wanna do?

I think you made some promises you need to follow through on, Miller.

I guess I did. 

Come over and I can do just that.

Actually, I have some work to get done :( maybe next time?

You lock your phone and bound up to your apartment, conscious of the sudden lengthening of time between messages. It's fun to imagine him trying to come up with a response that respects your boundaries but also lets you know how needy he is. He may have started this little game, but you're gonna be the one to perfect it. Thus begins the days upon days of not sexting, but not not sexting. 

At first, it's just messages about how you miss him and wish he was around. He tries to find an excuse to come over, but you effectively cockblock him at every turn. Your response times get a little slower the more worked up he gets, so he has to figure it out on his own. You never would've thought Joel Miller, a man with gray in his beard and wrinkles lining his face, could be such a fast texter, but you figure there's nothing more desperate than a horny man. 

Messages quickly escalate to pictures. They start off innocent enough: a picture of the painting you're working on, but your bare legs give away the fact that you're not wearing pants, a picture of him stepping out of a hot shower, his bare chest slightly red and glistening from the water, a picture of you wearing the burnt orange shirt he sent you home in New Year's Day with no bra on underneath. Then, you get a little bolder. After a quick trip to the mall, you pose in front of the mirror in a short delicate white night down with pretty lace details on the top, the hem barely hitting the tops of your thighs and showing off the large tattoos hiding there. You look hot, and imagining Joel's reaction to you makes you flush and rub your thighs together to get some relief.

It's true that Joel would've been happy if you showed up to his house wearing (or not wearing) anything, but when the photo pings to his phone, he's never been more grateful for Victoria's Secret in his life. His breath hitches in his throat, and he quickly tucks his phone into his chest like someone is gonna come up behind him and see what he's looking at. He's barely glanced at the photo and he's already straining in his jeans. 

Goddamn, he texts back. You're so fucking pretty, baby.

You like it?

It's a dumb question, but you really don't care.

It's perfect.

What do you like about it?

Besides the fact that you're the one wearing it? I like that it makes you look like more of an angel than you already are, and I like that I can finally see those tattoos you've been hiding from me. 

Bingo, you think to yourself. He was able to catch glimpses of the large pieces hiding on your back and shoulders at the art gallery, and when he picked up on New Year's Eve, you caught him staring at them each time. You thought he was following the inky lines up your body, but you couldn't be sure. Now, he's giving himself away, and you're practically buzzing with excitement.

You turn around in the mirror and arch your back, perfectly showing off your ass and the intricate tattoo lining your spine, and snap a picture. It's one of the largest ones you have, and it's also the easiest to hide. Besides, you definitely didn't get it for your own enjoyment. You live for moments like this. You send him the picture and smile as you type.

Like this one?

Your phone rings not even two minutes after he reads the message. You giggle when he groans into the receiver instead of greeting you.

"You're gonna fuckin' kill me, baby." He says, his voice so deep you can practically feel it rumble against your ear.

"I told you I'd get you back." You say it like it's obvious, but he just hums. There's shuffling on his end, and all you can do is wait for him to say something else.

"What else have you been hidin' underneath all those little dresses, hm?" He asks. "Tattoos. The most fuckin' perfect tits I've ever seen. Anythin' else I should know bout? 'S your pussy as pretty as the rest of ya?" You didn't mean for him to hear you gasp, but he seemed pleased that he could pull such a sound from you without even being in the same room. Just like that, any doubt or reservation you had left flies out the window. You finally cave and slip your hand down your panties to glide your fingers through your folds. "Am I makin' you wet, sweetheart?"

"Fuck," you mumble. It's absurd how turned on you are by this whole thing. Your fingers slowly circle your clit, and your head gets so fuzzy you almost forget to respond to him. "Yes, Joel." 

"Are you playin' with yourself?" He asks, and you nod even though he can't see you. "Poor thing. I wish I could be there to help ya. I'd have you spread open for me so I can touch you however I want. Figure out what you like and what makes you cry for me." You put him on speaker and throw your phone down so you can focus on gliding through your wetness, your middle finger pushing into you slowly.

"What... what would you do?" You ask, breathless. 

"I'd start by usin' my fingers just to feel you out, and I bet you'd feel so fuckin' good. I'd play with your clit until you're beggin' me to put a finger inside you, and I'd slip two in slowly while kissin' your inner thighs and watchin' you squeeze my fingers," you moan as you listen to his raspy voice and fuck yourself to his words. You try to imagine what his fingers would feel like inside of you. How different compared to yours, how much better they'd feel. Goddammit. "Then, I'd use my mouth on you while my fingers move in and out. I'd lick you all over and feel you soakin' me when I suck on your clit." He says, and you return to rubbing said bundle of nerves, faster this time, as you become acutely aware of his labored breathing over the phone. 

Is he touching himself? The idea of him holding the phone with one hand and fisting his cock with the other sends a wave of heat down your spine, and you keen into your own hand. A shaky breath and muttered curse leave his lips, and then you know for sure what he's doing. Your head spins, and you'd be embarrassed by how close you are just from his voice if you weren't entirely focused on the pleasure clouding your brain. 

"Fuck, Joel-"

"I know, baby, I know," he coos sympathetically. Another lewd moan leaves you as you get closer and closer to the edge, stars threatening the corners of your vision. "Are you gonna come for me like this?" He asks, and you hum in the affirmative, not trusting yourself to form words. "Come on. Let me hear you. I wanna hear what you sound like when you fall apart." His voice is coming faster and breathier, a light growl at the end of his words. How are you to deny him that? 

The speed of your fingers on your clit increases, but it's his own broken whimpers that finally do it. Your back arches as the waves wash over you, and noises you didn't even know you could make escape your lips. You can vaguely hear a broken sigh accentuated by a particularly hot whine from Joel's end. Henry was never as vocal or talkative as Joel is. None of your past partners have been. In the aftershocks of your orgasm, you have a quick passing thought that he might ruin dating for you. You might never want to see anyone else who doesn't treat you like this. You might be fucked.

"Joel," you say when you have control over your thoughts again. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

"Yeah?"

"Get the fuck over here now."

Joel's house is on the other side of Austin. With traffic, getting to your apartment can take anywhere from twenty to forty-five minutes, depending on how fast you're willing to go and how many red lights you can pass under. Joel gets there in fifteen. You're still in the flouncy dress you bought specifically to torture him, but by the time you open the door for him, you're much less interested in making his life any more miserable than you already have over the past week. 

He doesn't hesitate to charge into your apartment, grab your face, and kiss you like his life depends on it. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, and you open to him, clinging to him as his hands move from your face to the backs of your thighs to pick you up. You squeal in surprise and lock your legs around his waist to bring him closer and keep yourself from falling. Even though he obviously came over the phone at the same time you did, he's hard again and pressing against your bare pussy. He hisses when you grind against him, and his jaw clenches as he pulls away like he's in pain.

"Where's your bedroom?" He asks, wide eyes searching the hallway behind you.

"First door on the left." You say as you duck your head to kiss his neck. He sighs and indulges in the feeling of your tongue against his skin before he finally finds his feet and stumbles into your bedroom. You're halfway through marking him before he lays you down and immediately rucks his hands up your thighs, spreading them apart and making you whine. 

"You okay?" He asks, stopping all movement to scan over your face for any signs of discomfort. You nod and reach for the buttons of his jeans.

"Yes. Just need you." You say. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Joel, I just came from the sound of your voice. Yes, I'm fucking sure." You say, a little frenzied as you pull at the hem of his shirt. He laughs as he pulls it over his head and quickly unzips his jeans. 

"Feisty." 

"Can you blame me?" You ask, and he shakes his head. He tugs his jeans and his briefs down at the same time and unveils all of him to you in one go. He's beautiful. You knew he would be, but seeing the graying chest hairs and the pretty happy trail leading down to his hard cock in between his strong, tan thighs is an entirely different thing. You reach for him, desperate to feel the weight of him in your hands, but he stops you by slipping the tiny straps of your night gown down your arms. 

He carefully pulls the fabric down your body until it's pooled next to his clothes on the floor. His eyes fall to the black lines wrapping around your shoulders, and he draws his eyes to your collarbones and sternum, his breathing stuttering at the sight of you laid out under him. 

"So much prettier than I imagined." He murmurs as he ducks his head to kiss the valley between your breasts. You smile and run your hands through his curls as he mouths at your chest, leaving red marks in his wake and making you press him closer.

"How many times have you thought about this?" You ask. Has he always wanted you in the way you've wanted him? You're almost positive he has. There's no other way to explain the reverence with which he's looking at you. He's so wrapped up in you it's almost suffocating. Every time you glance at his face, he's staring at you with soft eyes and blown pupils. 

"Lost count." There it is. The confirmation. You grab at his ribs to bring him closer, pulling him over you to kiss him slow and deep. Despite the heat of him against you and the ache between your thighs, you both take the time to savor it. That is until his overthinking takes over. "I didn't bring a condom. Fuck, I was in a rush. I didn't think." He says quickly, like he's waiting for you to back out or push him away. You bring your thumb up to the worried wrinkle between his eyebrows and smooth it away, kissing his jaw.

"You think I would get you all worked up to not be prepared? C'mon, baby," you turn the nickname around on him, and he leans into your hand like a cat. "Top drawer." You say. He scrambles to your bedside table and grabs the first one he can find as you move onto all fours while he's distracted. You listen for the foil ripping and the subtle sound of the latex fitting over him. You can't stop the smirk from forming when he looks up and sees the sight in front of him.

"Fuckin' Hell," he mutters. Your back is arched perfectly, your hair gathered over your shoulder, and the tattoo you got done so many years ago is on display for him. "You are so goddamn perfect." He says as he presses his chest into your back and kisses your shoulder. He plants a few more kisses across your neck and back, making you wait longer than you already have, and just when you think you're going crazy, he slowly pushes into you and punches all the air from your lungs. 

He's big. Bigger than anyone you've been with before, and he seems to know that. He rolls his hips, and you moan, gripping at the sheets under you for stability as you adjust. His breathing is ragged behind you, and he groans when you involuntarily clench around him. "You okay?" He asks, his voice straining. His patience and self-control should be fucking studied. 

"Yeah, I'm okay." You assure him, and he nods. He starts to move slowly at first, but when you start whining and shaking under him, he snaps. You're both impatient. Months of following the rules and caring about what other people could think or say tumble out of your heads as he sets a rough pace. You've been dreaming about this and pushing it away since he walked into your classroom that day, and now that it's happening, you can't hide how desperate you are for him. You cry his name as he fucks into you deeply, no part of your bodies not touching, but it's still not close enough.

"You're so fuckin' good for me, baby. Jesus fuck," he moans into your ear, his uneven breaths echoing into your skull. "You feel so good." 

He sits back and brings you with him, changing the angle and forcing him deeper inside of you as his hand snakes around your waist and dips to play with your clit. You curse loudly and dig your nails into his forearm as bright pleasure courses through your veins. "'M gonna come if you keep doing that," you warn, your voice high and strained as he adds a little more pressure. 

"C'mon, honey, come on my cock for me. Please, I want it." It could be the slight whine in his voice or the fact that he's begging you for it, or the fact that the tight circles he's rubbing into your clit are making you see stars, but you come hard. You rely on him to hold you upright as he fucks you through your high, the slick between your thighs growing as his own orgasm washes over him, and he moans directly in your ear, an unexpected but not unpleasant gift. You think you could get off again just to the sounds he makes when he's coming. 

You stay like that for a second, wrapped up in each other and breathing hard with him still inside you, before he finally finds the courage to slip out of you with only a tiny pained moan. He carefully guides you onto your back, your bones jelly, and kisses your cheek before he pads off to the bathroom to throw away the used condom. 

It's quiet again in the apartment, but it's not lonely anymore. He makes himself at home in your space, asking if he can get water and snacks from your kitchen and walking around naked as the day he was born. "I wanna make sure you've got enough energy for round two." He says, making you laugh.

"Are you finally gonna make good on your promise to take your time with me?" 

"Fuck yeah." He says, coming back to kiss your lips one more time before walking to the kitchen. It's like if he goes a few minutes without tasting you, he can't function, or at least, that's what he makes it seem like. You're more than receptive to the attention and can only watch as he walks around. Your trust in your legs is not strong enough to get up just yet. 

In the domestic silence, it would be easy for your mind to run rampant with rogue thoughts and anxieties, but when Joel returns to the bedroom with snacks, bottles of water, and those stupidly sweet eyes, they get pushed to the back burner. He gets under the covers and pulls you into him, his warm body grounding you to this moment and not letting your thoughts stray. He presses kisses to your hair and your face every so often as you talk about everything and nothing. 

Somehow, it feels natural, like you've been doing this the whole time or like everything was leading up to this. Maybe it was. Still, you'll need to talk about this. You know you will.

Just... not yet.

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4 times Draco & Hermione flirt with other people + 1 time they admit it’s driving them spare.

So Draco’s flirting with some hyper-blonde at the bar. So she’s draped all over him. So he just checked out her tits—Literally nobody could care less than Hermione does.

“It’s fine,” she says, steering Ginny to the opposite side of the bar. “We hooked up once. It wasn’t serious.”

“Yeah, but we all thought he was obsessed with you.” Ginny scowls in Malfoy’s direction. “Harry says he can’t shut up about you…” Her voice falters, and Hermione follows Ginny’s gaze to where Draco’s unlatching the woman’s arms from around his neck. His eyes are locked firmly on Hermione.

“Granger.” He slips beside her moments later, casting a swift kiss on her cheek. “You came.”

He laces their fingers together, pressing his chest to her spine, and whispers into her ear, “Dance with me,” breath tinged with firewhisky.

Ginny rolls her eyes as Hermione downs a quick shot of tequila and lets Malfoy lure her away.

Hermione shrugs and mouths, “We’re having fun.”

“Isn’t that wanker fifty or some shite?” Draco lowers his spoon, watching Hermione on the opposite side of the canteen, giggling like she’s drunk on Amortentia.

Harry says, “Apparently the term is ‘Silver Fox’. Something to look forward to in a few decades, I suppose.”

“I didn’t realize that’s what Granger’s into.” Draco pushes his tray back, appetite gone.

Harry snorts.

“What?”

“She’s into you, you know.”

He’s desperate to prod Potter for more information, but he’s only slept with Granger twice, so they’re not serious. Explosive doesn’t mean serious, right? That’s what makes it explosive. That enigmatic ‘what if?’ hanging in the air during each encounter.

Draco looks on dejectedly, wondering if he’d prefer exclusive over explosive.

Seven times.

They have slept together seven times, and Draco is still acting like a total wanker, training that new Auror like it’s perfectly dignified to put his hands on her waist to adjust her posture. The girl is blushing so hard Hermione’s suffering from second-hand embarrassment just witnessing it.

Who can blame her? She knows how it feels to be trapped beneath the weight of that intense gaze. She also knows what they look like at the peak of climax. He looks at Hermione with more heat. But there’s no denying the glimmer of interest as he teaches the trainee basic self-defence charms. Damn him.

She slams the gymnasium door shut without looking back.

You can’t have breakup sex if you were never even together, right? But Draco swears there was something final about their last time.

Granger’s face is usually brimming with emotion, but once he helps her off the kitchen island, she goes cold. Detached. All the fire from their eighth time vanishes, and Draco is left wishing for something he thought he already had.

The next evening, she shows up to Potter’s birthday clutching Goldstein’s arm.

What the actual fuck? Is she sleeping with him, too? On the grand spectrum of Ministry blonds, what a prosaic downgrade.

Their eyes meet across the dinner table.

‘Meet me upstairs?’ mouths Draco, gut twisted a hundred times over.

Hermione hops onto the bathroom counter as Draco locks the door behind them.

“Why are you here with another bloke?” He crosses his arms, leaning against the door.

“Why are you flirting with trainees?” she fires back.

“Why are you chasing Silver Foxes?”

Heat crawls up Hermione’s neck. “Who taught you that?”

“Am I not good enough or something?”

“Clearly it’s the other way around.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Draco straightens out. “I can’t get enough of you, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Yes, but I’m not the only one.”

“But you are.”

Hermione pauses, flabbergasted. “You’ve been flirting with other people while you’ve been sleeping with me.”

“So have you.”

“Only because you were.”

“Because you were.”

“Oh my Gods.” Hermione huffs out an exaggerated sigh. “This is going absolutely nowhere.”

“You’re right,” Draco replies. “We’re making no progress, you and me.”

Hermione nods, sadness creeping into her eyes. “I guess that’s that.”

“What? No.” Draco steps forward, blanching. “Do you really mean that?”

“I don’t know. What else is there?”

“Exclusivity,” suggests Draco, point-blank.

“You don’t want that.”

“Says who?”

“Your reputation.”

“I’m pretty sure the entire office thinks I’m obsessed with you.” When Hermione doesn’t respond, having heard that rumour herself, Draco clears his throat and adds, “They might not be wrong.”

“Were you really only flirting with other people because I was because you were?”

He takes a second to reflect, but ultimately shakes his head. “I have no idea what you just said, but how about it? You and me. No trainees. No silver foxes.”

“No hyper-blondes at bars.”

“Course not,” he replies, pretending like he knows what she means. “And no dirty blonds at dinner parties.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Draco grins, stepping forward to seal the deal.

Later, Draco’s relieved to discover exclusivity is just as explosive as the enigmatic ‘what if?’ Better even, because Granger is finally, without an inkling of doubt, his.

(854 words, cross-posted from twitter)

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about a girl - chris evans angst

The one where Chris breaks your heart

Warnings: angst

A/N: yes, I did finally write an angsty piece. No, this was not provoked by whatever rumors have been circling around this man's life, as it has been written since last year or something of the sorts. Just enjoy it and don't forget to let me know if you liked it by reblogging it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Everything was going well until it all went to shit. That’s the way my life seems to go.

The evening started like it always does: I walked into the party and Chris was already there, chatting up another girl who I had never seen before.

I didn’t feel attacked or intimidated. We’d danced this way before - countless times, in fact. It’d become some sort of routine now. The one who got there first would find some unsuspecting victim to chat up while we waited for the other to arrive.

I’d seen that movie a hundred times before. He never pounced, only played with the food until it got tired and old. That’s when he’d turn around and find me, and together we’d escape to a room or a bathroom - whatever was nearest.

Anywhere felt fine when I had his dick inside of me.

I’d been looking forward to this night for ages. Even primped myself for it. I was wearing my skimpiest dress, and nothing but a thong for Chris to undress tonight. So I didn’t even mind when he didn’t connect his eyes with mine once I walked through the door.

It was all a part of the game, I told myself. He liked the chase, and so did I.

“Why are you looking so gloom?” Brie scared me with the question. I had been staring at my beer for the last twenty minutes, waiting for Chris to make his move. I didn’t question it - he might have gotten lost in conversation. It happened quite often, depending on how much liquor was in his veins by the time I arrived. So I wasn’t even anxious, just a bit antsy. The underwear was riding up my butt and I just wanted to be without it.

I kept playing with the idea of interrupting their conversation to slip my panties into his pocket, but I decided against it. I wasn’t that adventurous. All of my energy in these gatherings was channeled into wild sex in “exotic” places. There wasn’t much of it left by now, as unfortunate as it was.

“I just…” I didn’t even know what to tell Brie. “I don’t know. Might be having a night off, that’s all.” She shouldn’t be worrying about me when the real reason why I was looking so out-of-place still hadn’t even glanced my way.

Another quick look and what I saw had my heart falling down to my stomach. Chris and the girl were full-on making out. He had her against the wall, one hand on her ass and the other buried in her hair, and I didn’t know what to say when my friend followed my line of sight and noticed what had gotten me so sad.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I didn’t need her words of compassion. It only had the mortification from this entire ordeal setting even heavier on my chest. 

I knew Chris didn’t owe me anything; we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, we weren’t together together. But every one of our friends knew about our customary hook ups. They were used to looking for us and finding us together, sometimes in compromising positions, so for him to just kiss someone else like it was no big deal felt beyond humiliating to me.

I wanted to go home, then and there. But I also didn’t want my friends to realize how hurt I was about it, so I knew I’d have to stay. I’d stay there and endure the humiliation, even when - through giggles and groans - the two of them found their way into a bedroom together, while I was left alone in the corner of a party I only went to in the hopes of spending time with Christopher.

It was hours before I saw him again, and even then, he didn’t see me - too focused on the conversation he was having with a common friend. I tried to be quiet as I approached them, I actually only wanted to grab myself another beer and they were the ones standing in the kitchen, but since he had his back to me, he didn’t notice my arrival.

I, however, couldn’t not overhear his words.

“So what? We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend anyway. Believe me, I would never date Y/N…” And that’s when he noticed me, standing there with a frown on my face.

I didn’t know how to react. I wasn’t going to lash out. I knew I wasn’t his girlfriend, but to be considered someone who could never earn the title hurt more than I cared to admit.

I didn’t know what to do. So I just left.

“Y/N…” He ran after me, for what reason I couldn’t understand. It’s not like he cared about me, not after what he did tonight.

“No, go away!” I yelled, my voice betraying just how hurt I was by his behavior. I hated it, hated that I couldn’t hide my feelings from the person who was the cause of them.

“Go and jerk off or something. Or find someone else who will fall to her knees and suck you whenever you want it. It obviously won’t be too hard.”

“You won’t at least hear me out?” That had me stopping in my tracks, ire making my heart beat so loud I could hear it ringing in my ears.

“Are you dumb?” I had to ask. “What could you possibly say to justify what happened in there?” That caught him by surprise. He fidgeted in his spot but didn’t open his mouth to say anything, and so I figured we were done for the night.

But just as I was about to leave… “We never talked about anything serious!” As if that was my problem with what had happened in there.

“And believe me, that’s on me.” I shook my head vehemently, crossing my arms in front of my body to show him that I meant business. “But it ends here and now. I can’t keep feeling this way every time we’re in a party together.”

Chris looked like he was struggling with something, but I wasn’t interested in letting him work through it at that time. “I know you could never love me.” Well, I knew that, now. “Not if you behave like that. Not if your only goal in life is to get more women into bed with you.”

He didn’t say anything and that’s when I decided it was time for me to leave. But I probably shouldn’t have mistaken his silence as a sign of his peace of mind, because the second that I turned my back to him, I heard his voice - barely over a whisper: “Maybe I just don’t know how to express my feelings.”

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the one that chases you (four) - rafe cameron

summary: you learn the lengths that rafe has gone to chase you and make an important decision about your future together that has ripple effects across the island.

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It had been nearly four weeks of starting every morning on a run with Rafe. Despite the early starts, you found yourself jumping out of bed to get dressed and meet him in your driveway, eyes eagerly scanning the gate at Tanneyhill for his sauntering gait. It had quickly become your favorite part of every day. Your body had gotten stronger, allowing you to push your runs further, the prize of extending your time together the motivation that you needed. Well, that, and the bets you placed along the way.

"If I beat you to the next street, you have to run home shirtless" you panted.

"What?" he said - and you were off before he could register the challenge, your unfair advantage securing your win, enjoying your eye candy all the way home.

Mornings together turned into afternoons together, laying by the pool, riding in his golf cart or going to the beach with your friends who had all welcomed you back to the kook life with open arms. You weren't sure where things were headed with Rafe, but you could tell he was serious about you. You would catch him staring at you throughout the day, a goofy smile on his lips, not to mention he was very openly affectionate with you in front of everyone, touching you constantly, whether it was a hand on your leg, his arms wrapped around you, resting his head on yours, or peppering your face with kisses despite the teasing he endured from Kelce and Topper.

Before things went much further, you realized you needed to tell Sarah.

You caught up with her one morning after your run as you and Rafe were getting water in the kitchen at Tanneyhill. She came in the front door, a brief trip home to get a change of clothes before going back to John B's.

"Well hellloooo" she said, taking in the two of you in your sweaty running clothes.

"Hey girl!" you said, reaching over to give her a hug as she ducked away from your sweaty body, both of you laughing. "Can we catch up?" you asked, tilting your head upstairs and she agreed. You gave Rafe one last look as he shot you a wink and reached out to smack your ass on your way.

You lay flat on Sarah's floor, staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to get sweat anywhere as she walked around her room, swapping out clothes and repacking her duffle bag.

"So there's something I wanted to tell you" you started.

"I figured as much" she said, smirking at you.

"I'm kinda seeing someone" you admitted.

"Mhmmm" she said encouragingly.

"You know him, he's a really great guy."

"Yeah?" she said.

"Yeah. I'm really happy."

"I can tell, you are literally glowing Y/N, although that might be from the sweat?" you both laughed at that.

"Promise no matter what, you'll have an open mind?"

"Oh my gosh you can stop dancing around it already, I know you're hooking up with Rafe, the whole island knows."

"What!?"

"This is headline news! People have been shipping the two of you for years."

"Why didn't you tell me?" you said, cheeks flush with embarrassment that Sarah had heard so much about you both.

"Because he's my brother!? I don't know. It weirded me out at first when people started talking about it but at the same time, I know he's had a thing for you forever. I think it's kinda sweet. I mean I know I told you to wait for the boy that chases you, I didn't think you'd take me so literally" she laughed.

"What do you mean?"

"Rafe hates running, hates it. Once he graduated and quit lacrosse he vowed never to do it again. But he saw you out on your run one morning and realized you did it every day, so he went out there and tried to keep up with you."

You sat up now, listening intently as she continued, her back to you as she rifled through the clothing in her closet.

"I don't know, maybe he likes it now? He ran every day while you were gone, too, even though he'd be moping around when he got home" she paused. "I think he wanted to make sure he didn't miss you coming back.”

The idea of Rafe Cameron waking up every morning for six months to do something he hated for the chance to spend time with you melted your heart.

"Thanks for your blessing" you said quickly, popping up to give her a sweaty hug despite her mock annoyance as you ran back downstairs.

You found Rafe in the kitchen leaning against the counter on his phone. He looked up at you as you entered the room, "How'd that go?" he asked, putting his phone down as you sauntered over to him, popping up on your tiptoes to slide your hands around his neck, pressing his back into the counter and kissing him deeply. You could feel his smile kissing you back as his arms circled your waist. "Mm, that good, gorgeous?"

"Sarah shared some pretty interesting information with me" you said mischievously. He stopped kissing you, eyes narrowing as he looked at you skeptically.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like how much you love running" you said.

An embarrassed smile came across his face as he hung his head in defeat.

"Guilty as charged" he said. "I hated it. Seriously. Who would put themselves through that kind of torture voluntarily? It's so boring and tedious and painful."

"Why didn't you tell me!? We've been doing it for weeks!" you said, slapping his shoulder playfully.

"Because I know it makes you happy. Plus, I didn't know any other way to strike up a conversation with you at first without it being weird. Eventually it just became our thing and I grew to love it, love doing it with you..." he trailed off. He looked like he wanted to say something else and you studied him inquisitively, tangling your fingers in his, encouraging him. He looked down at your hands, avoiding eye contact, rubbing your knuckles gently with his thumb as he continued.

"The first morning you weren't waiting for me in your driveway, I didn't know what to do. I knocked on your door and no one answered. I called and you didn't pick up, so I ran anyway, thinking maybe you had started without me. But, no matter how fast I ran, I couldn't find you. It didn't even cross my mind that you just weren't going to be there anymore. I did that for a week and then weeks turned into months and then one day you're just back sprinting your brains out ahead of me. I thought I was delusional. I saw you slow to a stop and I didn't know what to do or say, I panicked so I kept running. I didn't make it another quarter mile before I turned around and ran after you, but you were already back in your driveway." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly a little embarrassed to admit that he had literally been chasing you around the island without you knowing it.

"That is the sweetest, saddest thing I have ever heard" you said, laughing kindly.

He lifted his eyes to yours, drinking in your face, your sweet smile.

"Been chasin’ you for a while, gorgeous, just glad that I finally caught up" he said earnestly, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Apparently the whole island knows" you muttered between kisses.

"Good" he said simply.

"Yeah?" you replied.

"Yeah, I want everyone to know you're my girl."

"Your girl?" you said eagerly, eyes twinkling, trying to play it cool, but the excitement in your voice extremely obvious.

"If you want to be?" he said, hesitantly.

"Of course I want to be your girl, Rafe Cameron" you replied.

He scooped you into his arms, your legs circling his waist as he kissed you deeply, his heart soaring.

The pogues were sitting around a bonfire at the Chateau, Kie strumming her ukulele, Pope and Sarah deep in conversation, JJ laser focused on rolling a blunt as John B scrolled through his phone.

"Wait, what?" he said out loud before he could catch himself.

"What?" asked Sarah.

"Nothing, never mind" he said quickly, casting a knowing look at JJ.

Missing his glare, Kie insisted, "Well now you have to tell us."

"Not important" he replied curtly.

"What is it bro?" JJ asked, picking up on the tension.

"Here" John B said, tossing his phone to JJ, resigned, knowing that he was going to find out sooner or later.

JJ scrutinized the picture closely, face scrunching up in disgust as realization dawned on him and he looked over to Sarah, "So, what? They're together now? Is she fucking him?"

"Real nice, JJ" she sneered. "That's my brother and my best friend you're talking about and you lost the right to ask that question two months ago. You made your bed, now you have to sleep in it."

Cursing loudly he stomped away from the bonfire, up the steps and inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

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part five

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HURT PT2 // COLBY BROCK

After doing every shot, and every drink handed to me, I finally got the image of him out of my head. All I could think about now was having a good time with my friends and maybe a couple of other people.

I had attempted to find Justin again to just get my mind off of things but when I saw him in the corner with some random girl I knew that it was a bad idea. I hadn’t seen Colby again since I left his room so I take it that he just stayed in his room.

I had danced with a few different people, even going back to the kitchen for more shots. Tara tried to cut me off but ultimately gave up when she realized that nothing was going to work.

Now I was outside talking to some random guy; he told me his name but I completely forgot it. He was talking about how the stars looked like they were falling down on him, he’s definitely on something.

I didn’t know how to get out of the conversation so I just sat there pretending to listen while sipping on my drink, “Do you agree?” The guy asks me and I look at him confused

“Oh yeah,” I lie not wanting him to know I completely ignored him “Really?” He says and I nod

“Definitely,” I say “Then when don’t we leave?” He says and I fury my brows in confusion

“What?” I say not knowing what the fuck I just agreed to. “You said that you also think there is something between us and that we should hook up,” He says and I almost choke on my own breath

“Oh, uh, Well,” I stall trying to think of something to say and to let him down easy. He genuinely seems like a nice guy but the last thing I want is to hook up with someone while we’re both drunk out of our minds

“I don’t think tonight is a good time,” I say softly “No, it is, trust,” He says while scooting closer to me, I try to move away but there is nowhere else to move

“We’re both clearly drunk and we wouldn’t remember who one another is in the morning so it’s probably not best,” I say while laughing to lighten the mood “There’s no better time to hook up with a stranger than when you’re drunk,” He slurs while putting a hand on my thigh

I may be drunk but I know for a fake I don’t want to hook up with this guy. “I think there are better times to hook up, and this time is not even on the list,” I say while moving my leg to get his hand off of it

“Here let me get you a new drink so we can talk about it,” He says while reaching to grab my cup but I move it away “Uh, no thanks, how about we go inside?” I say before standing up

“Only if you’ll dance with me,” He says while also standing up “Sure,” I say spurious. He tries to grab my hand while we walk but I move it away and hold my cup with both of my hands, so he ends up putting his hand on my back

When we entered the house, the smell of alcohol filled my nose and people dancing filled my vision “Over here,” He said while pushing me toward the entrance of the kitchen

“Another drink?” He asks “No,” I say looking into my now empty cup

“Let’s dance,” He says and I smile before putting my empty cup in the trash can. We both make our way to where everyone is dancing and he puts his hands on my hips in order to “guide” me

He spun me around so my back was facing his front and moved my hips from side to side, I wasn’t uncomfortable because if I was, I’d be out of here faster than the flash but something about this just didn’t feel right.

I tried to push that feeling away while moving my body more and feeling the music. His lips make their way to my neck while his hands start to roam around my body. I wouldn't lie, this guy is attractive but this just all feels so wrong. His hands feel like they’re burning my skin and his lips feel dirty.

I decided that what was happening was just something I didn’t want to happen and that I needed to get away, “Uh, I need to go do something,” I said after turning around and removing his hands from my body

“We were having fun though,” He says while trying to put his hands back on me but I step back “I wasn’t,” I say before walking away

I walk back into the kitchen, grabbing a new cup, and filling it up with the closest drink I saw. I knew that if I went back outback there would be random people making out or smoking and that was something I didn’t want to see or smell.

I walked toward the front door cause I knew no one was going to be out front. They have a little seating area at the side of the driveway so I made my way over there, and just as I thought, no one was out there.

At parties, I always tend to find myself stepping away from everyone and just needing alone time, but that used to be spent with Colby and me getting away and just talking about anything and everything.

I sat down and brought my legs up to my chest to create some heat, going to a house filled with hot breath to the outside air and wind was like a cold shock and I was definitely feeling it.

I drank a little more than half of my drink before I felt the couch next to me dip and someone sit down, I looked over for a split second to see who it was, I didn’t want to be around him but something inside me told me not to leave.

We just sat in silence, he didn’t say anything and I sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything. I down the rest of my drink knowing that if I didn’t have at least a little bit more alcohol in my system then I was going to yell at him again.

I set my now empty cup down on the table and I placed my hands on my calves while moving my hands up and down to create friction so I wasn’t so cold. “I’m sorry,” was the first thing to leave his mouth, and I was shocked.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to give in to him. “I should have never said what I did and I have beat myself up over it every day since,” He says and I shift uncomfortably

“Kenna, I truly do care about you and you’re such an important person in my life and for me to say I was just using you was something I never ever thought would leave my mouth let alone cross my mind,” He says and I scoff

“But it did,” I say with immense attitude “And I wish it never did. What you said to me was exactly everything I wanted to hear, to know that you felt the same way I did was more than I could have asked for,” He says and I bit my lower lip

“I’ll never be able to wrap my head around what I said or why I even acted that way. I have liked you since the moment I met you but I never thought we’d be anything more. So when we did eventually become more it was such an unreal experience that I didn’t know how to handle it.” he says and I try everything in me not to look at him

“When you said that you thought you were falling in love with me, I was in shock, I never thought anyone could love me beyond friendship and I didn’t think before I spoke and I fucked everything up,” He says “Yea you did,” I nod

“Seeing you in there, talking to every guy that approached you felt like hell, seeing them touch you made me want to punch them. I have never felt so many things for one person and I don’t know how to handle them all.” He says

“Not hearing your voice for a month, not feeling the warmth of your touch for a month, and not seeing you in person was my own personal hell and I hated every day that passed by. I threw so many parties in hopes you’d come but you never showed and the one time you did was when I least expected it. The second I saw you it felt like my breath had been taken away and all I wanted to do was hug you and never let go,” He says

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Kenna, and this is the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced,” He says and I finally look at him to see him looking at me. I’m silent, I don’t know what to say or how to react.

“If you don’t feel the same way anymore, it’s fine, We can both pretend this conversation never happened and you can go back in there and dance with some random guys and I’ll pretend it doesn't hurt seeing that,” He says and I genuinely feel my heart flutter

“Colby,” I managed to say “When I told you how I felt and you just said everything I didn’t want to hear felt like being stabbed in the heart and I never want to feel that again. You’re saying these things but I don’t even know if I can believe you,” I say

“Then I show you that you can believe me, I’ll do whatever you want to prove to you that I want you in more than a friends-with-benefits way. If you never want me to talk to another girl again, done. I’ll do it. If you want me to do anything you want, I’ll do it. Because I want to show you how I feel,” He says and I take a deep breath

“I might have a way you can show me,” I say and his face brightens ever so slightly “What is it?” He asks

“If you go two months without having sex with anyone, then it’ll prove that you truly care about me,” I say and he sighs “Deal,” he says quickly

“Really?” I say shocked remembering how often this man wanted to have sex “Anything it’ll take to make you forgive me then I’ll do it,” He says

“But does that include no sex with you?” He asks “Yes, I’ll do the same. I won’t hook up with anyone; not that I’d want to anyways, but just to show you that I want this to work,” I say and he smiles

“I have never poured my heart out to someone that much and it felt a little terrifying,” He says “Now you know how I felt,” I say and he nods

“In two months if I haven't had sex with anyone then will you consider being my girlfriend,” He asks “Yes, Colby Brock, if you can make it two months with no sex then I will consider being your girlfriend,” I say and he smiles

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Should I make another part of this? Also if there is spelling errors. ignore them. I wrote this at 2am.

[lostfirefly]

Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (Ch.3)

This fanfiction story is my present for my friend @yujo-nishimura.

Two things inspired me to write this fic: One of my fav songs from which the title is taken and Elena and Damon's dance (from The Vampire Diaries, S1).

Description: In the last chapter Crocodile kissed Yujo. What will happen next?

Warnings: The action takes place around the end of the 18th - beginning of the 19th century.

Words: 1318

Sir Crocodile x OC

The title is taken from "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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Yujo came to her senses and found herself hugging Crocodile's neck. She forcefully pushed him away from her. 

"I beg your pardon, you took me by surprise. If you are a real gentleman, you know that it is not right to do such things to a girl who is engaged to your, as I understand it, companion." Yujo blushed and didn’t know what to do with herself. 

"I like to break the rules sometimes, you know." Crocodile walked up to Yujo and ran his thumb over her lips. 

"They're expecting us at dinner." Yujo said quietly, feeling goosebumps run through her body just from one Crocodile's gaze.

“This is my castle, I’m the boss here and they won’t start until I come. And I don’t plan to do that in the next five minutes.” He grabbed her around the waist with his hook again, put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her greedily again. Yujo felt his tongue slide across the roof of her mouth. She felt her legs gradually become numb and her fingertips began to pulsate.

"Please, sir, no!" Yujo forcefully pushed Crocodile away and ran out of his office. She stood in the corridor and tried to catch her breath. 

She quickly straightened her dress and hairstyle and walked towards the dining room. Yujo's mind was a little clouded by what had happened and she had no idea where she was going, but the sound of glasses and laughter told her where to go.

"Yujo, there you are! Where have you been?" Helena waved to her sister. "I talked to our father, he told me a little about this afternoon's meeting with Crocodile. I don't know anything about the swordsman yet but..."

"Can you be quiet?" Yujo barked at her sister.

"What?" Helena looked at her in surprise.

Yujo glanced at Helena, saw her wet eyes and sighed heavily. "Sorry. Sorry, please, my little sister. I got a little emotional today. So what's up with your swordsman, crybaby?" Yujo tried to fake a smile and wrapped her arms around her sister's shoulders.

"I won't tell you anything else." Helena became sad and carefully wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Helena. I won't raise my voice at you again. I'm telling you, this is all the wedding, the preparation for it, this dinner. Let's do next, we'll come home and you'll tell me everything, okay? I bet Selena baked delicious scones for us. We'll take them to the bedroom and will be eating scones right in the beds, and you'll tell me everything, okay? In the meantime, we need to behave like ladies during the dinner. This cooperation with the Cross Guild is important to our father."

Helena became noticeably happier. Either because she could talk to her sister again about her future husband, or because she was looking forward to eating scones in bed.

Dinner went well, apparently. The girls' father talked for a long time with Sir Crocodile about something, they looked at some papers and at the end of the evening they shook hands. Yujo watched what was happening out of the corner of her eye, not forgetting to communicate with the guests of the evening but the kiss with Crocodile was spinning in her head.

Their family returned home. Helena ran to the kitchen for scones and tea, and took them to the bedroom. After changing into their linen nightgowns the sisters settled into their beds.

"Yujo, Yujo. Can you hear me?" Helena waved her hand in front of her sister's face.

Yujo snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she had missed half of her sister's speech. “Yes, of course. Sorry. I’m a little tired. Ok, I’m with you again. Tell me what you found out.”

Helena happily took a bite of her scone. “Mmm, cherry. So... I found out that the swordmans is tall and wears a hat. Perhaps with a feather. Imagine. A real gentleman should wear a hat with a feather. I also tried to find out about the third member of this the Cross Guild, but there was no particular information for me. I wasn’t impressed. Can you imagine, sister, how great it will be! You will marry Mr. 3, and I will marry the swordsman." Helena put aside the plate of scones and turned around on the bed a couple of times. "God, I'm so happy!"

Yujo shook her head laughing. She liked this slight stupidity of her sister.

“What kind of information do you have? Tell me. Have you managed to talk with Mister 3 after the dinner? How are the preparations? Is everything ready? I’m so impatient to marry you off. By the way, I heard our father is meeting with Crocodile again tomorrow. Apparently, they agreed on cooperation. But I don't know the details, I was distracted by young countess Nami at the most interesting point and we started talking to her. Can you imagine, she is already engaged too. She will marry Count Sanji. Everyone gets married except me." Helena pouted.

"Calm down, Helena, dad will find you a good husband." Yujo said, laying down on the blanket. "I'm sure you'll marry your swordsman. In the worst case, don't forget about my version with the clown." Yujo laughed.

"Stop saying that." Helena said in a scared voice and covered herself with the blanket.

Yujo couldn't sleep all night. She tossed and turned in bed, remembering her kiss with Crocodile. Despite his menacing appearance, his lips turned out to be very tender. She remembered the coldness of the metal on her waist, his warm hand and his hot body that pressed her against the bookcase.

Yujo stood up, put on a thin robe and went to the kitchen to drink warm milk. Luckily, there was no one in the kitchen and Yujo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed to her that her excitement was visible on her face, she blushed every time she remembered Crocodile. And she didn’t want anyone to notice her worries and not ask stupid questions. She heated the milk and returned to the bedroom.

In the morning, going down to breakfast, the girls heard loud male voices.

"Sir Watton, with all due respect, this is unfair. I spent a lot of money on all this."

"I already told you everything, mister Galdino." The girls heard their father's voice.

"Is this Mister 3?" Helena asked in a whisper. “What is he doing here? And why so early?”

Yujo and Helena sat down on the steps and began to eavesdrop.

“No, mister John Watton, take the trouble to explain why do I learn about everything not from you, not from him, but simply in the letter that the postman brought me? I thought we agreed on everything.”

"First of all, Mister 3, you're at my house. Where are your manners? Stop raising your voice at me. You'll end up waking up my daughters! Would you like someone to bring you your favorite earl gray tea and calm you down?"

“I don't want your stupid tea! It seems to me that I have every right to raise my voice at you. You violated the terms of the contract!” Galdino's loud voice seemed to reach every corner of their estate.

"Crocodile offered better terms." The girls' father said calmly.

“And that’s why you’re giving him your daughter?”

"What? Who are they giving away?" Helena asked in a whisper.

"I don't know. Maybe it's about you?" Yujo replied.

"Crocodile is a member of the Cross Guild. Cooperation with him is important to me. No matter what price I have to pay for this." Not a single word in their father’s voice wavered.

“For your information, I’m also a member of the Cross Guild!” Mr. Three sounded irritated.

"With all due respect, Mister 3, Crocodile has more power. That is why I am forced to break off your engagement with Yujo."

[poledancingdinos]

You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 7

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Sex work, Stripper, OnlyFans, Strip Club, Lap dance, Alcohol, F Masturbation, Angst

Catch up: Series Masterlist

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Riley (5 hours earlier)

I spent the last several days working on my proposal for Don. This is more than just an advertising project. Don seems to think he will need a significant investment in order to really make a lasting effect on his business and keep the place afloat and I’m pained to say that I have to agree with him.

Yesterday I called around and got quotes from various contractors in Atlanta and the neighboring towns to run a proper analysis and I think we can make this work if we take it one step at a time.

Don and I agreed on the top three most important improvements to make on the garage and then made a list of the "nice to haves". I don't want Don taking out a personal loan any bigger than it has to be and I'm hoping the extra income from the urgent improvements will allow him to eventually tackle the rest of the project list.

I've done the math three times now and it always turns out the same. If they keep going like they are, Don will have to close up by the end of the year. He asked me to keep that little detail between the two of us though since Sy apparently doesn't know how dire the situation is.

I prepare the folder with all my notes, designs and the various contractor quotes and pack it in my bag by the door.

I have a few hours before Sy gets home and before I have to leave for work. I hadn’t really planned to film today but I guess I could get ready at home and film something before heading off to the club.

I do all my makeup and change into an outfit that, with any luck, will attract attention without getting my videos blocked on Tiktok. I’ve just gotten my account back up and running after the last time I was reported.

I film enough to splice together a few posts then change my makeup and my outfit to something a little more bold and repeat the whole process. Hopefully, no one will notice that everything was filmed the same day.

The big problem is that I don’t have a video to post to OnlyFans tonight because I worked double shifts at the diner all week on top of the work for the garage. Not posting might make me lose over a hundred dollars of tips and subscriptions which I really can’t afford.

With a sigh, I pull out my good camera and set up the tripod in its usual spot. I dig through the box of toys I keep hidden in my closet and decide on a small bullet vibrator and a pink realistic-shaped dildo. It’s nice and veiny like I picture Sy’s cock would be. God that makes me sound like a creepy stalker, doesn’t it?

I feel like those girls in high school who have a crush on a male teacher. When we talked about his ex-girlfriend, I could tell how much he longed for a different life, one where he could have a house with a white picket fence, a wife to kiss when comes home and a couple of mini Syversons running around and raising hell. He deserves to have everything he dreams of.

Sy’s already had an entire career in the army and now he has his new job at the garage. I’m a failed marketing assistant with mountains of debt and the only relationship I’ve ever been in lasted all of two months back in college.

I know I can’t be with Sy. I’ve done my best in the weeks since he’s moved in to keep him out of my head but seeing him with his shirt off the other day? That left me all hot and bothered in the kitchen. Just thinking about it now has my stomach fluttering with interest. Why does he have to be handsome, kind and caring?

I start my recording and stand in front of the camera so my body is visible from my lips to my mid thigh. I squeeze my breasts for the camera as I welcome the audience with a dirty introduction. I dart my tongue out, wetting my lips before blowing a kiss to the lens, then walk backwards toward the bed.

I get on my knees, facing the camera while wearing nothing but lacy black underwear. I grab the bullet and run it slowly over my breasts. When I reach my nipple, the sudden intense sensation makes me hiss. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Sy’s tongue teasing me rather than a little piece of battery-powered plastic.

In my fantasies he’d wait until I was soaked and begging before even getting anywhere near my pussy. I wonder how his beard would feel on my skin or between my thighs. I bet it would be rough but that the scratching would only add to the sensation.

I switch positions getting on my back and reach for the dildo. With my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide, I tease the tip through my folds. I beg out loud, telling the viewer behind the camera how much I need their cock even though there is only one man in the world that I truly want in my bed.

The dildo I’m using is the biggest I have but it’s by no means enormous. It’s a modest seven inches and no more than an inch and a half thick. I push the tip into my cunt and moan at the intrusion. I picture Sy’s wide body above mine, whispering his dirty desires in my ear and praising how well I’m taking him. After I get used to the girth, I turn the bullet back on and hold it against my clit.

My eyes are still closed and my thighs quiver violently when I pump the dildo, relentlessly against my G-spot. Sometimes I make it last, pulling back every time I’m close to my peak and denying myself until I can’t hold it anymore. Right now, I’m too pent up to stop when I start teetering over the edge.

Sy’s deep southern drawl echoes in my head. “Takin’ my cock so well. Be a good girl and come for me.” The imaginary words are my undoing. I fall apart and I almost call out Sy’s name but manage to turn it into a moan before it’s too late.

Fuck, that was so intense that I feel droplets of sweat running down between my breasts and the evidence of my release dripping on the bedsheets below me. Shit. I’m going to have to shower before I get to the club.

I look at the clock by my side and my eyes go wide when I realize that I’m absolutely going to be late by the time I make my post. I don’t technically have to be at the club before opening, I just choose to get there that early to get opening credit. Getting there later tonight will mean paying an extra sixty for house but it’s better than if I hadn’t had anything to post tonight.

I jump out of bed, turning off the camera and dropping my toys in the sink to deal with later. I rip off my wig and carefully pack it in my bag. Hopefully the curls will be fine and I won’t have to redo them at the club.

I just recently started working at this club but I’m lucky because my online reputation precedes me. They contacted me on social media, inviting me to come work with them without the usual audition process. What they really want is the free advertising that I can provide if I post about their club on my page.

Nevertheless, I tried it out. The girls were welcoming and the house rules were similar to what I am used to so it was an easy match. The fact that it’s in Atlanta also means we get clients with deeper pockets. I have yet to post about it publicly but if I choose to make it a permanent part of my work week, I will definitely be inviting my followers over.

I’m especially happy about the special performances they hold for birthdays. The birthday package doesn’t actually require it to be the person’s real birthday. As long as someone shells out the cash, the owners don’t much care who is on stage. It’s expensive enough that it doesn’t happen every night which helps keep the appeal alive for the regulars. One of the clubs I performed at in Vegas used to make the lucky guest strip down to their underwear in front of everyone so the version of the show that we perform is actually tame compared to some I’ve been a part of in the past.

Tonight, I am intent on making the performance memorable because I haven’t worked the room beforehand. I got here just in time for the floor manager to put me on stage. There are a lot of girls working on weekend nights and the competition makes it harder to earn good money. Most of them already have regulars in this club which is an added level of difficulty for me.

The outfit I brought with me for the evening just so happened to scream “I make men like you bow and lick my boots” which is perfect for the situation. Sugar is playing the role for the first time and her inexperience shows in the tentativeness of her strikes. I tell her to really go for it but even then, the spank is more of a gentle tap so I offer to show her how it’s done. The man at our feet flinches and groans but he doesn’t use the safeword we gave him. He takes his ten strikes and earns his reward.

With the bright stage lights, I don’t notice Sy sitting in the audience until it’s too late. The look on his face when we lock eyes perplexes me. He looks… guilty, maybe even ashamed but he doesn’t seem surprised.

I don’t miss the way Kira is perched on his lap or the kiss she gives him as she leaves. I am very much ignoring the wave of possessive jealousy the kiss instills in me when in the blink of an eye, the man behind Sy pushes him to his feet and practically drags him out while a younger man runs after them.

I don’t have time to wonder what’s wrong, not with four hungry looking men waving bills in my face. I’m busy dancing for the birthday boy when the younger man comes back to the booth. Alone.

The birthday boy’s friends aren’t subtle about following me online or subscribing to my OnlyFans. I do my best to keep in character until it’s time to move on to other customers but as uncomfortable as the extra attention makes me, it ends up being a blessing. After other patrons hear me being called a “pornstar”, I get asked for more bed dances than I’ve done in all my months as a stripper combined.

I take my time removing my wig and makeup after the club closes. I’m the last to leave and I can tell the bouncer is annoyed at having to wait for me before he can finally call it a night. When I tell him I’m ready, he locks the backdoor behind us and walks me to my piece of shit car. Once I’m safely on the road home, the weight of this evening’s event comes crashing down on me. When I make it up the stairs to my front door, I feel like I’m about to burst into tears.

I freeze on the fourth floor landing, clutching my keys in my hand with the other wrapped tightly around the strap of my duffle bag. I know Sy is home, his truck was parked in his spot. It’s well past 4 am and logically, I know he is most likely asleep but some part of me is worried that he might have stayed up. Worse, some part of me wishes that he’s stayed up thinking about me.

“Fuck, I can’t do this.”

I turn around and run down the stairs. I get back in the car and scroll through the names in my contact list. I select a number for another waitress from the diner who does the opening shift and lift the phone to my ear.

“Riley? What are you doing up at this time on your day off?” 

“I just got off at my other job and I… I must have dropped my house keys in the breakroom without noticing. I can pick them up when I go in for my shift later but for now, do you think I can come sleep at yours?”

I hate lying to Kathy but I’m not ready to talk about what happened nor am I willing to tell her about my secret night job.

“Oh honey, sure. It might be a little noisy once the kids wake up though.”

“That’s fine. You’re doing me a big favor, I promise to cover for you the next time you have a family emergency.”

She laughs on the other end of the line. “I won’t say no to that. Come on over, I’ll leave the side door unlocked if you don’t make it before I leave.”

I thank her again then hang up and put my car in drive. I pull up in front of her house just as she walks down the front lawn.

“Guest bed is ready for you. Upstairs, last one on the left.”

“Thank you, have a good shift.”

She waves as she drives off and I climb the stairs as quietly as I possibly can. Once I’m safely behind closed doors, I fall face first into the mattress, muffling my sobs in the fluffy pillow until I eventually pass out from exhaustion.

I wake up dazed and confused by my surroundings until I remember that I crashed at Kathy’s for the day. I dig through my bag for my phone only to find that the battery has died when it refuses to turn on. I use the black screen as a mirror to check my appearance and once I’m convinced my bedhead won’t terrify Kathy’s boyfriend, I leave the room in search of a charger.

As it turns out, I was asleep much longer than I thought because I bump into Kathy in the kitchen.

“Hey sleeping beauty, you want some dinner?”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to stay so late.”

She waves off my apology. “We’re having spaghetti. You can sit next to Kade.”

I want to refuse but my stomach answers for me with an embarrassingly loud growl. I was so busy yesterday that I completely forgot to feed myself. Kathy gets me a charger and we sit down for dinner with her family. It’s nice, her toddler is hilarious and her older daughter can’t stop saying fun facts about animals. Apparently, elephants can’t jump. I have no idea if it's true but it doesn’t matter because it makes me smile.

By the time I leave, it’s too late to stop at home before going to my regular Saturday night club. I quickly look at my phone after pulling into the parking lot and see that I have five missed calls from Sy and two voicemails eight hours apart.

I play the first one which was left at five o’clock this morning.

“Um, hey Riley. I was just callin’ to make sure you’re alright. Ya didn’t come home last night and…” There’s a pause and for a second, I think he might have hung up. “Could ya just send me a text so I know you’re safe? Please?”

The annoying voicemail beep pierces my ears before the next message plays.

“It’s me again.” Sy’s voice in the last message sounded concerned. Now, however, he just sounds pissed. “Just lettin’ ya know that I’ll be back for my things as soon as I get a new place. Keep whatever food’s in the fridge.”

What? I stare at my phone, completely dumbfounded before playing the message again, then again for a third time as if it will magically change the words.

Sy is gone. Sy is gone and it’s all my fault.

Chapter 8

[lovedetlost]

So basically on saturday we just had sex. A LOT OF IT. 

We were setting on my couch watching Netflix. He was all cute and hot wearing only his boxer. It turns me on so much so I wanted to please him. I asked him if I can touch him and he was like spreading his legs and waiting for me to do something and as always I was like don't know what to do or how to do it so he guided me and made me knee in front of him and I was all shy and awkward again because last time I gave him a bj it was so bad and I didn't know what I was doing but this time he was like take what you can don't use your teeth please and it's ok if you spit and if it gets messy. I really tried to do my best and tried to concentrate in pleasing him but I think he didn't enjoy it because he pulled me off and made me return in my place on the couch and asked me to jerk him of instead. And again I was like was it that bad but he silenced me with a kiss and we kept making out until he came in my hand. After that we went to the bathroom to clean the mess and he kissed me again and we went to the kitchen to eat something. 

While he was helping me make a fruit salade, I was receiving texts from one of my guy friend from university who wanted us to meet (I think he wanted to go on a date) he saw how concentrated I was and started being curious so I told him and was honest with him and while he was cutting some banana he said I hope he knows that he doesn't have a chance. I was confused (again) by his remarque and asked him why he thinks that and told him that maybe I would like to go on a date with my friend and remined him that things are casual between us. His answer made me speechless : "babe after me you'll never want someone else". And that's it his cocky side and confidence that make me lost because I'm like what if I get attached to him what if I fell in love with him what if no other guy will make me feel as good as he does

There was a moment of silence because he kept looking at me waiting for me to say something but I just told him that sex is not everything and that I rather be with someone who wants something serious than something casual. He told with an amusing look if I was using him for sex only I said yes and that he was doing the same with me. After saying that he just passed me the banana to finish making my fruits salade and went lying on the couch.

When I joined him he took my plate away and got on his knees and started eating me out it was so good when I finished and catched my breath I asked him if he really enjoy it that much and why he enjoy doing it. He said yes and it was because no one has done this to me before. 

And then he just fucked me really hard again he was rough like he was pulling my hair and thrusting so deep 💀

And he came again and went straight to my bedroom to take a nap. No kissing, no cleaning 😿

But after 20 minutes of sleeping he came back to the kitchen I was cleaning and he asked me to come lie down with him. He hugged me kissed me and rubbed my clit slowly until I came again. We made out again and we felt asleep.

Later in the afternoon, we were just chatting and talking about his family, mine... We are used to have these kind of conversations. Before hooking up together we talked together on the phone at leat once a day. 

We then ordered some food, watched Netflix and fucked again twice and we took a shower before going to bed.

End of saturday 

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OKAY LOVE.

oh man, i get so subby when i see a man in just a boxer there’s something about it haha. and i feel you on the blowjob front i suck at it. i’m assuming it’s just one of those things that just takes practice??

ah yes, the awkward situationship dance. she’s a tricky one. wow this man really is king cocky. ALSO YES GIRL TELL HIM WHAT YOU WANT!!

ooooft baby that one reeks of awkwardness. i swear the boys will set the parameters and then hate them ever being mentioned again. little tanty chuckers. i’m glad he came to his senses and came back out though. casanova i shake my head at you.

well this sounds like a nice day overall? slight hiccup bed ending with a make out and netflix and take out and a rumble in the hay. sorry for the awkwardness though baby it always hurts when we follow their rules then are made to feel guilty for them.

[factorialsfandoms]

KJ’s Flufftober Day 1 - Fall Fun; Pumpkins, Festival

(Yes, I’m aware of the two ask prompts in my inbox but I’ll get there... Eventually?)

So back where I grew up we have a festival about pumpkins. I have another fic on pumpkins somewhere, but for now take some modern au. Not a lot happens, its more a description of a scene, but people are having fun.

Yes, Sky having the job would make more sense. Or Twilight. But. Time is dad and its a very dad job in my brain.

Prompt list can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/kjpurplepineapple/698313793194901504/introducing-fluffvember

Coming up to lunchtime, the fayre is in full swing. The local dance class is performing their set on a fenced-off bit of grass, their music clashing with that coming from the amusement part, and both half-drowned in laughter and boisterous shouts. With a little time before the next showcase Time, master of ceremonies, chairperson of the fayre’s committee, and announcer for the day, swaps out his costume shoes for his boots, and goes searching for his boys.

Ravio - not technically one of his boys, but feeling like his responsibility anyway - is overseeing the market stalls, selling his own wares while keeping the other merchants in line. Most are selling handicrafts or brick-a-brac, though some few sell vegetables or are giving out information about their various charities. Sky is on one of the latter stalls, cheerfully engaging an elderly couple in conversation about bird conservation, while their grandchild picks out a bird plushie to take home. Warriors is sat at another, not behind the table but in front of it, being shown how to tat a little lace dragonfly.

Wild is at the other end of the market row, running back and forth with a grin and a yell as he uses three barbeques to keep up with orders. He’s been up since the small hours, setting up the kitchens and overseeing the judging of the baking and vegetable arrangement contests.

Fable and Aurora had overseen the other indoor contests, the arts and flowers, but have now taken the time to relax with the other girls by the swingset. Notably missing from their group is Sun, running the indoor canteen with Malon and her father, and Dawn, sat with Impa selling tickets at a gate.

Twilight is sat on the wooden trailer of a tractor nearby, a cash pouch on his belt and surrounded by hundreds of gourds. Uli and Rusl have taken Collin to the amusements area, leaving Twilight to sell the heritage varieties of pumpkins and squashes to passers by, each one a more fascinating shape than the last. In the evening he will be repeating the tasks of the morning, dragging equipment around and hoisting prize pumpkins between farmer’s tractors and the scales and the display, so for now he rests and earns his parents a little extra cash here and there.

Nearby are the fairground games, alight with laughter and music. Legend is playing hook a duck, trying to win gifts for all of his friends. A number of plushies are already gathered in his bag, and the stall keeper looks exhausted as he pays for another few rounds. He loses more than he wins, of course, but he has seen his friends wistfully eyeing up some of the prizes hung to the walls, and he will see then get them. He has collected for his sister already, and one each for Warriors and and Malon and Time. Now he aims for an orangey-brown bear hung by her ear that Hyrule had been making eyes at, and then he will be picking out something for Four. He will be there all day, but tonight every one of his friends will find a stuff animal tucked into their beds.

Secretly, of course, though he cannot hide the contents of his bag entirely.

Not, say, from Wind, darting between all of the games - Aryll in hand - as he attempts to teach her to play every single game there is, nor from Four sat on a nearby bench, watching as the duck falls from Legend’s rod again, and Legend swears again. Four laughs, and continues licking at his ice-cream. Wind darts over to the game of darts, buying a handful and showing Aryll just how best to hold them.

Unsurprisingly, Hyrule has wandered away from the crowds and the noise. With only a little searching Time finds him - beyond the classic cars and into the scout hut, where toys and games some older residents have kept from their childhoods are on display, along with photo albums of previous fairs, and the village’s old newspapers, and a display by the history society. It is quieter in here, with various old men and women happily explaining the significance and uses of things to the children and young people wandering around. Hyrule specifically is enchanted by a mechano set; with a little help from a motor and leather strap marbles are being carried up a short metal tower, then pushed to a small, rubber trampoline below. They bounce from that trampoline to the next, then into a little metal basket. From there gravity leads them to a small track, taking them back to the lift to be taken up all over again.

Time checks if he needs anything, then leaves him be; it is nearly time for the local dance class to swap places with the martial arts groups, letting the latter perform their display, and he needs to be back to announce it. He adjusts the little green hat, checks his facepaint is not too smudged, and adjusts the bright orange pumpkin suit until it flops rather than sags. Some day they’ll buy hoops to keep it in shape, but then they have been saying that for years.

He jogs back to the pavillion, and swaps his boots for the green fairy shoes matching the costume’s leggings. And then out he heads, the pumpkin man once more.

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Something cute and fluffy with dad!richard?? Like it’s cold or something and you’re making soup?

Note: Thank you so much for this request. It was fun to write but I do have to apologize for the fact that this is on the choppy side, and it might not flow as well as I hoped it would, but I hope that it gives you a smile and gives you all the warm fuzzy autumn and dad!Richard vibes.

Enjoy!

Autumn…Crisp air, multi-colored leaves gently falling to the ground, pumpkin spice everything, cozy sweaters, autumnal baking and cooking, family time and autumnal movie marathons were everything y/n adored about this time of year. To her, it was the most romantic time of year and that was probably because she and her husband Richard Madden tied the knot during this season roughly 4 years ago. It was magic and all that she could ever hope for. Of course, her life became more magical when their daughter, Avia, made her arrival on October 6 a year after her parents got married. So yes, autumn was y/n’s all-time favorite.

At 6am on October 1st, y/n woke to the sound of silence. It made her smile because she knew that Richard was off getting her the pumpkin spice coffee, she got every October 1st as a warm welcome to the month ahead. One thing that surprised her though was that Avia wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t one for waking up early but being a daddy’s girl through and through, y/n figured that Richard must have asked Avia if she wanted to join him on the coffee run.

Taking this opportunity, y/n got herself dressed in her cozy sweater and leggings before heading to the attic to gather all the décor boxes they had that were full of autumn décor. Normally y/n would decorate earlier but there was just something about being well into the season to start decorating that meant so much more. It also meant that she could scatter her Halloween décor around the house as well.

Just as y/n pulled the last box down and took it to the living room, the father and daughter duo walked through the door with a large McDonald’s take away bag, a tray of Starbucks coffee and an arrangement of dried florals for the dining table.

“Mama, I’m home!” Avia called from the entryway.

Y/n smiled and hurried to greet the pair.

“Good morning you two.” Y/n said as she kissed her husband quickly before helping Avia with her coat and shoes so that Richard could take the loot to the kitchen for plating.

“Did you have fun with daddy?” Y/n asked to which Avia nodded her head vigorously.

“I’m glad. Shall we go see if dad needs help?” Y/n asked as she picked her daughter up and straightened up her jammies.

“Yeah.” Avia said as she hooked her little arm around her mother’s to make sure she wasn’t going to fall.

“This smells so good.” Y/n said as she entered the kitchen.

“Avia requested pancakes and I thought I’d get us some bacon and egg McMuffin meals as well. Figured we could put the McDonalds coffee in the fridge for later.” Richard explained. Y/n nodded and chuckled.

“Well that all sounds so good. Shall we eat?” She questioned. Both Richard and Avia nodded and hummed in agreement.

=

When breakfast was said and done, y/n, Richard and Avia set to work on decorating and dancing around to some fun Halloween tunes such as Ghostbusters, Thriller etc.

It was a fun time and well needed.

“Right, where should we put Jack and Sally?” Y/n asked as she watched Avia and Richard dance around the living room.

“Why don’t we put them in the entry way, love.” Richard suggested. Y/n smiled and went to put them in the spot he said.

After some maneuvering around, Jack and Sally were nicely placed and surrounded with some sweet little twinkling lights as per Avia suggestion to make sure they don’t get scared of the dark.

“What ‘bout the ghostes?” Avia questioned as she lifted them out of the box.

“Two ghost pillows can go on the sofa and the other one can go on daddy’s chair.” Y/n answered. Avia nodded and tried to gather all the medium sized pillows in her arms. Her tongue poking between her lips in concentration.

Avia put the pillows where she was instructed to and when they were in place, the trio stood back and admired all the handy work they had just done.

“I think it looks perfect.” Richard noted.

“I agree but I think there is one thing missing.” Y/n said, looking at her husband.

“What mama?” Avia asked, noting the look her parents were sharing.

“I think a blanket fort is needed. Especially if we are having a movie marathon tonight.” Y/n answered. Avia’s eyes lit up and she ran toward the stairs to gather all her toys.

Richard chuckled.

“I’ll go and help her. Why don’t you get the chairs and whatnot in place.” He said as he made his way to the stairs.

=

Once the fort was completed and was deemed strong enough to house three people and all of Avia’s stuffed toys, y/n went into the kitchen to start on making some Halloween themed treats for the movie night.

Avia of course wanted to help and insisted that Richard help as well.

Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, pumpkin scones, pretzel skeletons, marshmallow eyes and apple and peanut butter mouths were created, and the family had had so much fun making them even if the kitchen resembled that of a bomb having gone off.

Richard and Avia took it upon themselves to wash the dishes and put them away while y/n pulled out the ingredients for the autumn harvest soup she planned on making. She had found the recipe on Pinterest, and it was too good not to make.

“I’ll need helpers for this if you are done with the dishes.” Y/n said as she placed the meat on the counter.

Avia jumped at this.

“Bye daddy.” She said as she left his side and joined her mother.

Y/n laughed and gave her husband an apologetic look. He smiled at her and continued putting the dishes away.

“Right, let’s pull your hair back and get a clean apron on you.” Y/n said.

Avia stood still as her mother helped her and when Avia was deemed ready, y/n took the knife and began cutting the veggies for Avia to add to the slow cooker. Avia loved that.

“Good job Avs.” Richard complimented as he watched her place the ingredients into the cooker. Avia beamed at him and continued on helping her mother.

=

“Alright, what shall we do now that the house is decorated, and treats are made?” Y/n questioned as she sat down next to her husband, who had Avia on his lap as they watched some cartoons on tv.

“Catch fairies.” Avia said, not taking her eyes off the tv.

Richard and y/n looked at each other.

“What do you mean by that?” Richard asked. Avia turned to look at him.

“From my book. You said we could.” Avia told him.

“I did?” He asked, not remembering.

“Las night.” Avia replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I see. Well, I guess we better get ready to collect fairies then.” He said.

Y/n shook her head but stood up to go and grab the mason jar she knew Avia would want. It was the same mason jar Avia used to collect bugs with her uncle Taron when he came to visit.

=

Y/n got the rest of the scavenging supplies together while Richard helped Avia with her coat, shoes and gloves. It was getting cooler in the evenings and gloves were often required, especially for a 3-year-old.

“I’m ready.” Avia said as she held her covered hands up to her mother.

“Almost. You need your hat and then we can go.” Richard said as he placed her mouse beanie on her head.

“Fanks.” Avia said as he picked her up.

“You’re welcome.” He replied.

=

With fairy hunting over, Avia decided that it was time to go as she was so hungry. Y/n and Richard agreed, and they walked back to the car with all the leaves, berries and acorns they had collected in the Scottish countryside.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t find any fairies, love.” Y/n said as Richard drove home.

“It’s ok.” Avia said. She was disappointed that the fairies were hiding from her, but she knew that they would be out and about soon.

“How about some soup when we get home, and we can eat in the fort we made earlier. We can even bring in the treats we made earlier too.” Y/n suggested which earned an excited ‘yeah’ from the backseat.

“I think that sounds perfect but before we do any of that, we should have baths and change into our jammies so that we can get cozied up.” Richard said.

Y/n and Avia agreed.

=

The rest of the night went off without a hitch and for Avia, she fell asleep dreaming of the fairy people she would be sure to catch in the coming days, whilst her parents munched on the pumpkin cookies and shared a few kisses to end the night.

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[kate-bishops-waifu]

"Excerpt"

A/N: Hello, I really love my maid au, it's set during prohibition, and I have written a chunk of it. I really want to write more, I have lots of plans, but things have been chaotic. Anyways, in the meantime I reread this bit and decided I would like to put it up for fun. At least for a little while.

It was terribly late, very nearly midnight and all the servants were sat around the table, having finally finished their evening meals. Ophelia was between mending a pair of pants and reading passages in a book she had left open on the table. It was difficult to focus at all, the conversation was lively, though she had nothing to offer, remaining silent. Making friends with the other servants was not easy for her, she could not count any among them as such, but she did not mind their company so much.

There was a ring, strange at this time of night.

“Ms. Kate’s room,” Ruby observed. Ophelia put down her things, and went to the stairs, taking her apron from the hook to fit as she went.

It was dark, she had to turn on a few lamps to see where she was going, tapping on Kate’s door gently.

“Come in,” Kate said through the door.

Kate was sat at the end of her bed, unlacing her shoes when Ophelia cracked open the door, standing obediently in the frame.

“Ophelia, great, thank you. Hey do you mind, I’m starved.” Kate discarded her coat on the bed and hopped up.

Ophelia hesitated, “I’m sorry Ms. I’m not the cook,”

Kate looked at her with an odd expression, “Yeah, I didn’t want an ear full, you know how she is.” She shrugged,

“Well,” Ophelia fidgetted, “I suppose, if it won’t get me in trouble, that is,” She said

Kate lifted her chin, a small self satisfied smirk gracing her features.

The kitchen was very dark, Ophelia felt strange being there alone, but she switched on the light anyways, going to open the icebox when Kate startled her,

“Anything decent?”

Ophelia swallowed, pulling out a bowl, “It’s not much but there is some fish,” she lifted out a plate, the cold sent a shiver down her back. Kate shrugged and sat down at the breakfast table, one leg propped up. She sighed and rested her head on her fist. Watching as Ophelia lit the stove. The kitchen had a strange warm glow, the lamps combined with the lights from the open window gave the room a sort of dream-like state. Ophelia couldn’t stand being watched, her hands shook as she struggled with a match, breathing a sigh of relief when it finally lit, and placed a cast iron pan on the range. Her eyes flitted to Ms. Bishop who was still watching her so closely. Kate started to undo her tie, as Ophelia went about the kitchen, twitchy as a bird. She undid the top button of her shirt and tossed the tie aside.

“Not at all curious where I’ve been?” Kate asked.

The glance Ophelia passed lasted merely a moment, but a moment too long. “I didn’t mean to pry Ms.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.” She stood up from her chair, and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was out dancing. I’m an archer. Competitively. We went out after.”

“Is that so?” How little she still new of this place she stayed. She couldn’t even tell you all of the other servants names, she kept as entirely to herself as one might sharing a room with two other girls. What was the strangest was how little she cared about getting to know her peers, when there was something so deeply fascinating about her employers. Sometimes they hardly seemed real. Eleanore was more of what she had expected, regal in a manner of speaking, beautiful, slightly old fashioned and as poised as a queen. Something always seemed to lurk just under her surface, though Ophelia had not found out what yet. Though most fascinating was Kate, she could not articulate what it was that that woman possessed but she was like some sort of magnet. The servants always whispered about her, such a rebel, so self determined and unlike her mother. As if every inch of her resisted Eleanore’s influence. Still there was something more. What infuriated Ophelia most. As if both Bishop women had some secret that everyone but she knew. Frustrating as it was, it seemed to be the sort of thing one knew and did not tell.

“Do you know how to dance?”

Ophelia nearly dropped her utensils.

“Dance? Me? No, I-I’m afraid not.”

Tilting her head to one side Kate gave her a curious look. Ophelia could not tell what she was thinking; and what an odd question that had been? “Not at all?”

She shook her head. Kate considered her a moment longer, “I can teach you.”

“Teach me?”

“Yeah, I could teach you. Just in case y’know,” Kate dipped her head in a sort of shrug, “You ever meet a guy.”

Pulling at her apron Ophelia felt uncomfortable, “I’m certain I won’t.”

Kate frowned, “Why not?”

Ophelia hesitated, “I’m not sure any gentleman might be interested. Not in a girl like me.”

“I find it hard to believe they're not throwing themselves at your feet to dance with you. Hasn’t there ever been a guy, someone that made you feel like dancing?”

She felt distinctly uncomfortable now. How modern was Kate Bishop? She wondered what Kate got up to on her nights out dancing, she must have a very long list of gentleman callers, a girl like her was sure to attract attention; not only that, she was sporting, masculine, she could probably get along swell in a group of men. Men liked that did they not? Someone to match them physically, one of the boys. It had only been a few weeks, but it was not difficult to imagine men sneaking in and out at the dead of night, all the servants in bed. Ophelia squirmed at the idea, suddenly wishing to get away from Ms Bishop.

Reaching out a hand Kate said, “Won’t you?”

She nearly picked up and ran, but when she met Kate’s gaze it was warm, affectionate, and she suddenly saw a girl trying to make friends. She was exceptionally kind after all, an oddity to be sure, but a kind one. Whatever she did at night, well that was hardly any of Ophelia's business was it not?

She took Kate’s hand. Kate beamed and pulled her to the center of the floor, reaching a hand to the small of Ophelia’s back she smoothly untied her apron, discarding it. Even without her shoes Kate was taller than Ophelia. She took Ophelia’s left hand, raising it, and rested her right on her shoulder. Her own hand coming to rest on Ophelia’s back, pulling her close.

“It’s very simple, just follow my steps,” Kate had lowered her voice to nearly a whisper.

Slowly they got used to the steps, Ophelia kicking off her shoes after the second time she stepped on Kate’s toe. The simple steps became natural, and Kate slowly began to turn in a slow circle, humming something Ophelia did not recognise.

“There you go, you’re getting it,”

Ophelia had been so focused on her feet, that when she looked up, and she had to look up, Kate was gazing upon her. That lopsided grin, her eyes so filled with energy, as if she was holding back waves and waves of speech. For several moments they looked at each other, a comfortable rhythm met, it was almost as though they didn’t have to think at all about their steps. To Ophelia it was suddenly as though she had done this her entire life. A turn, another turn, and Ophelia was pulled from herself. A billow of smoke rising over Kate’s shoulder and suddenly she was tripping,

“Goodness, Ms. Your food,” She swiftly escaped Kate’s arms, wrapping a dish towel over her hand. She pushed the pan away from the stove, then covered the smoldering food. “I’m so sorry, Ms. I-”

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. Here,” Kate opened the top cabinet and pulled down a loaf of bread.

“No, no I should make,”

“You’re not in trouble, it was my fault anyways.” Kate quickly put together a simple sandwich, and bid her goodnight as Ophelia scraped out the pan. She shook even after Kate had left, a deep quiet enveloping the room, she cleaned as quickly as she could, running back up the stairs and climbing into bed.

She barely slept that night. Tossing back and forth, images of what had transpired never leaving her mind. What was this? She could not get Kate Bishop out of her head, and she knew not why. Kate scared her. Terrified her, in fact. Who was to say why? She hardly knew her, but it was clear Kate was nothing more than an open book, that was irritating because she seemed to be the only one who failed to read her. Socialite, that was the word for such a woman. All of this and more, the way Kate had looked at her, the way she had taken her hand and rested the other on her back. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before, she had never been asked to dance, boys in school had never noticed her, she was a specter, a stranger on the street you hardly noticed, but Kate. Kate had noticed her, and she couldn’t see why her employer might pursue companionship. Certainly it wasn’t common for maids and their mistresses to be friends was it? There seemed a clear divide of employee and employer to the other staff.

Turning over, her head beginning to ache, and the hour feeling impossibly late, the only thing left to feel was the place on her back where Kate’s hand had been

[lovablegf]

hookups are dumb. maybe i’m just a hopeless romantic but it’s too intimate, i wanna do that shit with my wife!!!!!

[roxineedstosleep]

Okay bestie I don't want to clog someone's dashboard so I'll do it here- BUT AHHHHHH YES!! HARLEY AND BRUCE AT GALAS!! Im dying at Harley in her Marilyn inspired outfit and Bruce for SURE matches it with a style class turtleneck and jeans

But they SO act like siblings would; Harley keeps stealing Bruce's food right from his hand, knowing all he can do is smile tightly and grit, " Don't fucking touch me" through his pearly teeth

Bruce absolutely flirts with any women Harley tries hooking up with and she makes SURE to call him a whore in a passing whisper, which Bruce meets with a " Skank" equally quiet so gothamites don't hear

When they fight it's always a " I don't know you and you don't know me'' scenario, but Bruce always gives Harley rides home. They DEFINETLY fight in the batmobile all the time because Harley plays the " I'm not touching you!" Game

Harley Def brings out a playful and immature side to Bruce that Alfred certainly missed; THEM WITH THE BATKIDS TOO!! I have a feeling Harley would be the fun wine aunt. She and Jason for sure have murder conspiracies and she " HEY DOLLSSS" all of them

I have only one sibling, but several cousins (we are 7 grandchildren on my mother's side alone, and even more if you count extended family as distant cousins on my grandmother's side) so you can imagine what big family reunions are like.

And therefore… Boring children at very elegant events.

(graphic reresentation of Young Bruce and Harley, sahrin IceCream after they stole it from the Gala's kitchen)

Bruce and Harley, in short, would be whining because the suit they put on is itchy all over. Bruce, 13, trying not to rip off the turtleneck Alfred had to put on him; while Harley, endlessly scratching his hair, because the gel they put in for his curls is too thick and makes him feel weird.

Not to mention all the mischief they would get into, but they would come out perfectly victorious. I mean, who can justify a sweet little girl like Harley Sweetie, along with her equally sweet Brucie Dopsie? They're just too adorable and innocent to think that the chocolate fountain would overflow with too many strawberries.

(Bullshit, Alfred knew they did it on purpose, but he didn't punish them just because he was getting bored too).

At the gala they team up, so that they don't have to put up with the adults and old bores. But after that, it was every man for himself.

Did Harley get any ice cream? Too bad she won't tell Bruce, just because he didn't tell her where to get the limited edition Sailor Moon candy.

Bruce beat up a spoiled brat? Sure, no doubt about it. He did it because it occurred to him to judge Harley for being poor. Just don't tell Harley, he won't let him live with that for a few months.

Both kids, they'd play songs or do identical, simultaneous mimes, only to have adults give them candy and the occasional waiter tell them the secret stash of mini burgers and pizzas.

If it weren't for the fact that Harley is blonde and has just appeared in Gotham society, many would assume that she is Bruce's twin.

Harley would convince the DJ or the Fiddlers to play a more modern song, and then ask Bruce to dance. Both kids bouncing around the gala venue, not really dancing, just jumping, running and twirling to the beat. Since the child Bruce didn't know how to dance yet.

Bruce would get Harley to always have new music records and would annoy her when he sees her getting too comfortable with other kids. Just because he likes to watch her make faces.

But when they leave the gala, all that My Little Pny friendship comes to an end.

Once they're back at the mansion, with the uncomfortable outfits lying around and wearing comfy pyjamas; both kids are back to being themselves.

So Bruce would push Harley out of bed while they sleep, and Harley would steal his sheets.

He'd eat the last of Alfred's biscuit in the girl's face, and she'd finish the whole pot of ice cream without thinking about it.

They'd chase each other with bugs or pester each other for help with their homework.

Alfred is happy with that.