#lol still have plenty of pics

[kandr98]

"Ready bae come and get me"

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[ruiiplume]

I couldn't wait anymore so here are my disaster duo oc Zari (top) and Frankie (bottom) enjoy!

also based from this prompt:

[cynicjovial]

i guess I never said it here but I spent my last week turning a very old makeup palette and some other random eyeshadows in a watercolor palette! it's very easy doing it, if you're an artist with a lot of old makeup I suggest doing this cause not only you will use something that was just sitting there but also I find it very relaxing to just mix a little funny potion on your desk lol

[mikodrawnnarratives]

*cracks knuckles* @paper-lilypie

WEDDING BELLS YALL

and brainrot. I've been sketching these ideas out for like, a year. And done nothing with them until this point

this has been festering. in my mind.

*note: I didn't get around to drawing it, but I imagine Sun, Moon, and Y/n say their vows at the Bell place thingie that I need to reread in the fic. Y'know, the place Moon climbs up to, to get away from y/n. Yeh they declare their love up there and smoochies*

I should really reread that bit actually lol

Before moving forward, I'm gonna rant about outfits

this is the outfit that I base Sun and Moon's wedding look on because I just think it fits so well. I share this so you guys see the vision and forgive my inexperience with drawing these folds

Cool? cool.

Also, I went through several variations of what Y/n would wear before settling on this bc nothing that came up when I searched "gender neutral wedding gear" really fit

Wanted a mix between gown and suit and y'know this ended up being more suit but I like it a lot so we're going with that. It also came to me in a vision so that has to say something.

(Ok but I did envision Y/n having a dress similar to this one character's dress in Bad Guys but I couldn't draw it so I scrapped it)

(ok some details stayed but most of the concept had to go)

so like- you see it right?

Btw. All of them (including guests) have pockets. just. to ease your mind.

ok back to actually drawn wedding shenanigans

Because, there are many, wedding shenanigans

Y'know the trend of smashing wedding cake into the bride/groom/wedded partner's face right?

There's no way this wouldn't escalate and y/n wouldn't enlist their siblings in the chaos.

They'll get like- one or two good wedding pics before this.

the cake tasted good tho

Let me just say. I am so proud of how I did these hands I'm oogling my own art I did so good GHGHHHHHHFDS

I like??? Want to do more?????

cuties shenanigans below they are obnoxious and they know it

By the way by the way you may notice the flower dress

I WILL be getting around to Lily x DCA STUFF I WILL

Tho I got busy and had a really hard time drawing/finishing sketches when I did have time so. I chose to post what I have so far so it's out before November ends

CONSIDER THIS A PART 1

LILY YOU ARE NOT SAFE

well Ig u are safe

for nowwwww

Bouquet toss real

fun fact I initially wanted to draw Sun, Moon, and Copper y/n tossing the bouquet together

but their arm lengths would NOT make that work kjfdkljsdklj

so y/n tosses the bouquet bc they are the specialest

(Or they won the round of monopoly)

(who's to say)

(we don't talk about game night)

But all three of them are the criminal. masterminds. They planned this from the start. Holly and Chica HAD NO CHANCE after the role they played in getting Y/N AND SUN AND MOON together.

I think this video would also be something cute that I could see happening for their wedding lol

Y/n and the daycare attendants hand the bouquet to Holly and then she gets proposed to by Chica

Anyway I still have a whole list of wedding shenanigans I need to draw

Sarah and Yao being some because when I tried before I couldn't sketch them out to my liking.

And the more CCRT gets expanded on, the more I'm sure will be present in their wedding since there are only 3 chapters out so far and enough art for me to make my guesses dlkkldsf

I'm sure there are plenty of fun things that can be included into this wedding, or edited, once more is revealed of the characters and their relationships

and who would be wedding guests is a little more up in the air, for instance and... who'd be able to show up in the first place considering unknown state of... living

(*cough cough*-Glamrock Foxy-*cough cough*)

...and being on good terms! thats.. important too. y'know moon and foxy weren't really exes but it may still be a bit awkward if he got invited y'know yknow

[rayroseu]

source

Well, as expected there'll be a Book 7 update on May lol

BUT the interesting thing is, the special SSR for this chapter is a Savanaclaw Rook Hunt!!!

Yk referring to the fact that he wasn't originally from Pomefiore, he just transferred there becaise of Vil---I wonder if the next dream we'll travel unto is Rook's??? Or Vil??

I mean, it can be Vil as well, since he does have Malleus magic in him when Malleus cured his aging bcs of the Underworld and he has memories of Savanaclaw Rook, and there are instances on Book 7 where the special SSR isnt necessarily the dreamer (Like Cerberus Ortho SSR).

I believe he can be a candidate of Silver's UM condition that the dreamer must "be special to Silver", I know thats pretty vague, BUT they do have the connection of having both light void magic 👀

I know its obvious Book 7's plot outline is they'll be travelling in dreams of people, so the fact Rook is next, means Savanaclaw might get the spotlight this time, I do remember there was a rumor that Leona will be important for Book 7???

I wonder if the last dorm that we will travel unto is Ramshackle, like we've been theorizing lolol Because Ramshackle is always the place that Malleus resorts to "once he's been back down to a corner"

YES I'M STILL WISHING FOR YUU INVOLVEMENT AJDGJAHGJA BOOK 7 ENDING IS FAR and I will not lose hope for my real favorite dorm 😤😤🙌🙌🙌😭😭🙏🙏🙏 if savanaclaw can get plot significance on Book 7, then FREAKING RAMSHACKLE CAN DO IT IN THE FUTURE!!!!

SSR: Idia, Vil, and Malleus SR: Trey and Ruggie, R: Ace and Jamil

WAHHHH The third TSUMTSUM event😭😭🙏🙏🙏💖💖💖💚💞💕💞

ALSOOO THERES AN SSR MALLEUS DRACONIA FOR THIS TSUM TSUM EVENT‼️‼️‼️‼️😭😭😭

All it took is for one year.... one year for him to have an SSR card event 😭😭😭🙏💞💖💕 I feel like my dead husband just came back to life HAHDHAHA

Ace getting the R cars again lolol he's truly the event card staple now HSHHASHA

THEY'LL FINALLY BE COMPLETED 😭😭💞💖💞💕💞💕🙏🙏✨✨✨

I know theres no Yuu in Tsum tsum event 💔💔💔😭😭😭 and theres not even Grim on this event 💔💔💔😭😭😭 STILL!!!! STILL I HOPE YUU ENCOUNTERS MALLEUS TSUM 😭😭😭

Or not, just please make sure this event has plentiful wholesome Diasomnia interaction, I miss them being sweet to each other 😭😭🙏💕

In book 7, theyre often taunting Malleus or beating the other person up to cheer up from their dream (Sebek theraphy for Silver lmao) KDJAJFJA

ALSO WAIT.... am i going crazy or is there no TSUM TSUM SILVER IN THIS?????😭😭😭 I dont remember Silver getting a Tsum Card yet.... IS HE WITH GRIM????😳😳

NAHHH dont tell me we're getting tsum tsum Silver with Tsum Grim, Tsum Crowley and Tsum Mickey(?) XDDD

But its a pretty cute image that Diasomnia will be seaeching for Tsum Silver only to found he's at Ramshackle... KDJSKJSJ I still remember that TSUMTSUM pic where they ate ice shavings at ramshackle sofa!!(I cant find the pic of it now 😭💔)

edit: LMAO im blind, Tsum Silver is one of the SR cards for these XD

[michelleleewise]

So I have a prompt if you're willing.

So like a bunch I've seen in the past, what if Loki has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to process his feelings. So he picks on her, pulls pranks on her, and just being kind of mean to her. But of course Loki doesn't see it that way. Instead of the reader standing up for herself or trying to beat him at his own game, she gets really down on herself. Being picked on reminds her of her bullies from highschool and all the bad feelings come back. She starts to isolate herself, grows quiet, and starts skipping things if she finds out Loki's going to be there. It isn't until Nat (or whoever) sets him right, that he realizes what he's been doing to her. Is it too late to save this could be relationship?

I would like a happy ending but plenty of angst. Feel free to say no if you don't want to. 💙🖤💚💜

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! Sorry this took 500 years for me to get to!!!! But I'm here now and let's set this angstfest on its way!!!! Hehehe. Thank you so much for sending this to me!! I hope you enjoy!! 💚💚💚💚

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The Angel and the Fool

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: teasing, bullying, crying, depression, self deprecating thoughts, self esteem issues, body insecurities, loki being an idiot, nat being a good friend.

Summary: you and Loki had been friends for awhile, but recently his behavior towards you changed dramatically....

A/n: aaahhhh!!! This absolutely got away from me!! Lol sooooo it's a super long read, not sure how many words lol and a very very special Thank you to @mochie85 for all of your support and being my beta with this and and all your amazing thoughts!!!! Thank you!!!!! 💚💚💚 aaaand a new pic!!! 😁💚

You stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the world's slowest coffee machine to finish "all that money and stark can't even get a fast machine." You sighed leaning your elbow on the counter when you heard voices coming from the hallway "I told you brother, I was the one who broke up with her" Thor's voice boomed through the room like the thunder he was known for "whatever you say thor." Loki's smooth voice followed after. Looking up seeing the bane of your existence patting his brother on the shoulder as they walked into the kitchen. "Ah lady y/n, how are you?" Thor asked smiling as he reached into the cupboard grabbing a box of his pop tarts "I'm fine, how are you?" You asked as the coffee machine finally beeped signaling it was done.

"I am quite well thank you, we are headed to the training room." He said setting the box down next to you when you finally took stock of what they were wearing. Thor in his red shirt and black joggers when your eyes met Loki's, the smile on his face sending a shiver through you as your eyes traveled down seeing his tight black tank hugging every muscle he had. Biting you lip seeing his exposed arms, tracing the veins down to his long yet delicate fingers "your staring again darling." He purred snapping you out of your trance "sorry." You whispered grabbing the sugar bowl you began sweetening your coffee "I would be careful with that if I were you." Loki said making you look up at him "why is that?" You asked holding the spoon over your cup. "Well its just you mortals and sugar, i have heard it adds to the waistline does it not?" He asked smiling as his eyes traveled down your body.

"What..." you started when he raised his hand "I know it is not your fault, your weak mortal form cannot handle what we can." He said smiling again flexing his large pectoral muscles. Dropping the spoon you looked down at yourself, you knew you had put on a few pounds...being Pepper's assistant left Iittle time to make home cooked meals so a lot of your food was take out or on the run. You adjusted your belt feeling your eyes burn "you can always join us in the gym, i would be happy to...assist you." loki purred again. Looking up seeing he was still focused on your body "t..thanks but I..." you trailed off putting your cup in the sink

"I need to go, maybe I'll see you guys later." You said quickly leaving the room before he could say anything else. You made it to your office, flopping in your chair with a huff. "Does he think im fat?" You asked yourself straightening your back you looked down at your soft middle, poking it with your finger sighing. "Maybe a diet wouldn't be a bad idea." You said to yourself turning on your computer trying to get to work but Loki's words kept echoing in your head. You leaned back in your chair feeling a tear stream down your cheek. You had admittedly had a crush on the god practically since you were hired, and through your work with them you had grown closer to him, you could say you were friends. But the last few weeks he's seemed to go out of his way to point out every imperfection you had. You sighed closing your eyes deciding to go shopping after work to buy new clothes and a variety of green leafy things.

A few days later you once again stood in the kitchen placing various fruits and vegetables in a blender. Nat had told you about a smoothie that could help you lose weight when you saw Loki walking into the kitchen looking like be just rolled out of bed. His hair was a disheveled mess, the muscles of his bare chest flexing as he ran a hand through it "Hello little mortal, what are you up to now?" He asked walking to the fridge grabbing two bottles of water making your heart plummet "nothing." You said quietly continuing your work. "Mmm, and the change of wardrobe?" He asked gently tugging on the end of your overly large blouse "stop it." You snapped swatting his hand away hearing him laugh. "Did we wake up in a mood darling?" He asked taking a seat on the stool in front of you. "Dont you have a guest to get back to?" You sneered pointing at his second water bottle "She will be fine, this is much more entertaining." He smiled grabbing a strawberry from your pile taking a bite as he stared into your eyes.

You felt your heart sink at the confirmation, the familiar burning in your eyes returning "I'm not here to entertain you Loki." You growled when his bright emerald eyes met yours "but you do it oh so well." He purred biting into another strawberry. You sighed, closing your eyes fighting back the tears that were threatening to expose you when you heard a pair of heels clicking against the tile floor "there you are, you just left me alone." A woman's voice sounded through the room making your eyes shoot open, a tall thin redhead sauntered up to the counter placing a perfectly manicured hand on Loki's bicep "apologies, I became distracted." He said not taking his eyes off of you. "Oh, is she making us smoothies?" The woman asked excitedly as she took the seat next to him. "I do not know, are you y/n?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face as you placed the last of the ingredients in the blender

"well she's your assistant isn't she? Why else would she be here with you?" The woman laughed as you turned on the blender hoping to drown her out when you saw the lid of the blender begin to glow "what the..." you were cut off as the lid flew off and the entire contents of the blender shot out and all over your shirt, gasping as the cold liquid seeped through to your skin "oh dear...it seems you will need to change that hideous shirt." Loki's voice entered your consciousness as your eyes shot to his seeing him laughing with his "date". you grabbed a towel trying to get as much of the green concoction off you as you could, tears welling in your eyes "green really is your color darling" Loki purred making you sigh.

You threw the towel in the sink seeing the redhead pressed against his arm laughing when you looked at him, his eyes roaming your now drenched shirt "i...I need to go." You said quickly heading towards the hall when Nat walked in "y/n, what happened?" She asked seeing your ruined shirt "nothing, just..." you said looking over your shoulder seeing loki had turned still watching you "just a blender mishap, I'm fine." You said stepping around her when she grabbed your arm "y/n, are you ok?" She asked, her eyes boring into you. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You asked as nat glanced back into the kitchen seeing loki and the redhead "y/n.." She started when you pulled your arm free "I said im fine nat, i...I have to go pepper is waiting." You said quickly turning to the elevator before she could say anything else.

You stepped in pushing the button, as the doors closed you finally allowed the tears to fall. Any inkling of a hope you had for you and Loki had just been crushed under the reality of your life you would never be good enough. Your mind went back to the woman he was with, she could have been a model, an actress. You had to admit she was beautiful when your mind went back over the last few weeks with Loki, his constant comments about your weight, your clothes, the time you tried to add a little makeup to your routine hoping he would notice, but his reaction crushed you "aren't clowns supposed to be in the circus?" He had asked shaking his head. Every off handed comment, every slight against your appearance drudging memories long buried..."if you lost a few pounds maybe a guy would be interested"..."is face transplant surgery a thing? Because you need one."..."what guy in their right mind would go out with you." You made it to your office, thankful you kept an extra shirt in your desk for just in case situations you quickly changed, tossing the soiled shirt into your bag as you flopped down into your chair. "I thought we were atleast friends." You said to yourself wiping the tears from your cheeks when you heard a knock on your door

"Hey y/n, we have a meeting with the team, we gotta go." Pepper said smiling "is...is Loki going to be there?" You asked grabbing your pen and a pad of paper "yeah, it's an all hands meeting about the new protocols for missions." She said "umm, I'm really not feeling very well...can I skip this one?" You asked as she stepped in closing the door "what's wrong y/n?" She asked sitting across from you "nothing, I'm fine." You said looking down at your desk "I Just don't feel well, that's all." You said looking back up seeing her eyeing you "well ok, why don't you take the rest of the day off and I'll see you in the morning." She said standing back up. "Thank you Pepper, I really appreciate it." You said quickly gathering your things "you know you can talk to me right, if you need to?" She asked opening your door "yes, thank you but I'm fine." You said seeing her nod "ok, I'll see you tomorrow." She said walking out closing the door behind her.

You grabbed your bag, turning your lights off you locked the door to your office before heading downstairs hoping you could slip out undetected. You made it to the common room when a familiar voice sounded behind you "where are you off to little mortal? We have a meeting" Loki asked making you freeze "i...I'm not feeling well so I'm going home." You said not turning around "well do try to eat some vegetables, not that chocolate you like so much." He said hearing him take a step closer to you "you know what they say, it's goes straight to your thighs." He purred next to your ear making you look down "I have to go Loki." You said quickly walking to the nearest exit when you heard Thor "come brother, everyone is waiting." You turned to see Loki still looking at you as Thor patted his shoulder. Putting your head down you pushed the door open and headed for the car park. Throwing everything in the back you climbed in turning the key you looked down at yourself, sighing you put your car into gear and headed home, and away from Loki.

Loki's pov-

Loki quickly closed the door to his room and headed for the kitchen. Looking at his watch, smiling at the memory of when you gave it to him "there, now you won't be late anymore." You had said as you handed him the green velvet box, a large smile spread across your beautiful face as he opened it seeing the green iridescent face and gold hands ticking away, the black leather strap surrounding a tiny green pillow. He knew right then that his feelings for you went beyond comrodery, surpassing friendship into....something else, something he hadn't ever felt before. He quickened his pace knowing right now you would he in the kitchen messing with that odd machine that makes your coffee every morning. It had been two weeks since the incident with the smoothie and his conscience had been eating at him ever since.

He wanted more, he longed to hold you in his arms and never let you go but you always kept him at arms length, shying away when he attempted his usual method of flirting, but he couldn't resist the pull you had on him so he kept at it...kept pushing. But he knew that day in the kitchen he had gone too far, as much as he loved seeing you flustered and the things your drenched shirt did to him as it clung to your breasts he also saw the sadness in your eyes, the tears threatening to spill over as you stormed towards the hall. He was about to go after when he saw you talking to the widow, who shot him a glare that sent ice up his spine before you were gone again. He had hoped to catch you in the meeting, pull you aside and finally confess but you had fallen ill, leaving again before he had a chance.

Glancing at his watch again he began to jog down the hall, he had tried to catch you everyday since but you always evaded him, never staying in the kitchen too long and he wasn't allowed on the upper floors where your office was, some nonsense about his probation and secured areas when he made it to the kitchen, sighing seeing you standing there with Thor. He furrowed his eyebrows taking in your appearance, your clothes were baggier on your small frame then normal, your long beautiful hair that framed your face so perfectly was pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles encompassed your once bright eyes that now seemed distant, the sparkle that was there now dimmed. "This truly is an odd contraption." Thor's voice pulled him from his trance as he saw you smile but it didn't reach your eyes.

He took a small step in when your eyes shot up to his, your body going rigid as you stared at him "ah brother, lady y/n was showing me how she makes coffee." Thor said taking a sip from his cup "I must say it is quite good, you should try some." He said walking around to the other side of the island sitting on a stool "i...I have to go, you can show him Thor." You said quickly grabbing your cup you began walking to the elevator "y/n, may I..." he was silenced as you turned, the look in your eyes sending a shiver through him "I can't talk Loki, i...I have to get to work." You said, all emotion gone from your voice "but I...I just wanted to..." loki trailed off looking to his feet "I am sorry for the day in the kitchen, with the blender." He said fidgeting with his fingers "it's fine, don't worry about it." You said, the same coldness in your tone as he looked up at you "it's not the first time, and it won't be the last." You said taking a step back towards the elevator "but y/n..." he started when you held your hand up "I need to go." You said quickly turning and before he could say anything else you were gone.

He returned to the kitchen to see Thor staring at him "what was all that about?" He asked sipping his coffee "I need to speak with her but she had to go." Loki said setting the kettle on the stove. "Mm, well there is the party stark is throwing tonight, I'm sure the lady will be there, she goes to all of them." Thor said matter of factly "Thor, I never thought I would say this but you are a genuis." Loki said turning the stove off heading towards his room. The party, how could he forget the party! He thought as he walked in heading to his closet he pulled his black suit out, laying it on the bed going to his dresser he pulled out his black silk shirt and vest laying them next to his suit. "I will ask her to dance with me and then tell her." Loki said to himself grabbing a towel heading into the bathroom "tonight y/n, you will finally be mine." He said, smiling to himself as he turned the water on and began to prepare for tonight.

Straightening his suit he walked into the large overcrowded room. The music booming through the speakers made his head throb as he skirted his way through the throngs of people, looking around hoping to catch a glimpse of you as he made it to the bar. He looked up and down but saw no sign of you at all "what'll you have?" The bartender asked snapping him back "oh, um whiskey please." Loki said looking back out to the large crowd "maybe she isn't here yet?" He said to himself as the bartender set a glass of amber liquid in front of him. "Ah Loki, I wasn't sure you would be here." He heard next to him, turning his head to see none other then the widow taking a seat on one of the stools "yes well, I am here looking for someone." He said glancing back out "oh I'm sure you have no shortage of "dates." She airquoted making him raise an eyebrow at her. "What does that mean?" He asked leaning on the bar.

"Nothing, just rumors of your conquests have definitely traveled through the tower." She laughed making him sigh "Hmm yes, I have heard." He said looking out to the crowd again "do you think y/n is running late?" He asked making her raise her eyebrow this time "why so interested?" She asked crossing her arms "no reason, I was only curious." He shrugged sipping his drink "Mm, if i didnt know better i would say you were more then curious." Nat said as she turned ordering her drink "and what pray tell makes you think that?" He asked seeing her smile "I am going to tell you something I probably shouldn't, but needs to be said." Nat said grabbing her drink

"I know you and y/n are friends, well were until as of recently." She said sipping her drink "but I know a person in love when I see them, reading people is what I do." She said seeing Loki's eyes widen "see, what you need to try to understand about our y/n is she has a very large heart, she cares alot." Nat continued seeing loki nod "but shes been through alot, people have not treated her with the same kindness she gives. And what you said to her....and before you ask yes i know about all of it." She said quickly before he could interupt "honestly, it devastated her. The last two weeks she hasnt been herself, she wont talk to anyone, she refuses to go to meetings." She sighed shaking her head "all im saying is, if you dont feel the same about her just tell her, but stop messing with her, she doesn't deserve it." Nat snapped standing from her stool. "Have a nice evening Loki." She said making her way back into the crowd.

Loki mulled her words over in his head what have i done? He thought as he downed his drink and began heading to the exit when the same redheaded woman from that day found him "Hey handsome, care for a dance?" She purred rubbing his arm "no thank you, I must be going." He said walking around her "I thought maybe we could have another sleep over, get to know eachother better." She said grabbing his bicep "apologies but I'm afraid the answer is still no, I...I have met someone." He said seeing her nod "lucky girl." She smiled removing her hand "I'll see you around." She smiled walking back into the crowd as Loki let out the breath he was holding. Now he just had to find a way to get to you and talk to you, tell you everything once and for all and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He continued walking through the crowd when he heard a familiar laugh, looking up seeing Thor on the balcony of the vip section, rolling his eyes seeing him swinging his precious hammer around when his eyes landed on you. "Y/n..." he sighed taking you in. Your hair was gently curled cascading down to your shoulders, the floor length powder blue dress hugged your beautiful body perfectly, the long slit landing at the middle of your thigh made his heart race as you shifted, exposing your supple skin. His hands clenching into fists thinking about how badly he wanted to run his hands up and down those beautiful legs as they were wrapped around him, squeezing him as he gave you everything he had...worshipping you exaclty how you deserved.

Shaking his head he adjusted his slacks that had suddenly become very tight as he pulled his phone out, dialing the number he wanted he looked up watching Thor set his hammer down before pulling out his own device "ah brother, where are you?" Thor asked looking around the room "Thor, may I have a word?" Loki asked as their eyes met "meet me at the bar." Loki said hanging up quickly heading back to the bar when a large hand landed on his shoulder "loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked leaning on the bar. "Brother, I have a favor to ask." Loki said looking back to the balcony, Thor following his gaze nodding "tell me what you need." Thor said seeing Loki smile.

You stood off to the side, wondering how you let nat talk you into coming tonight. You pulled at the dress that she had loaned you. It was too tight, the neckline definately too low as it traveled down between your breasts, the only thing holding it in place was the thin strip of material traveling behind your neck, and the slit was definitely too high. You felt exposed as you shifted on your feet trying to hold your breath. You watched Thor bow before walking down towards the bar. Looking around you bit your lip, the only reason you had agreed to come was because you knew Loki wouldn't be up here. "The vip section." You laughed to yourself seeing nat had rejoined wanda, Steve was laughing with bucky, the other agents you had seen on your floor mingling...they deserved to be here, they were heroes... they were beautiful and here you were, the ugly duckling among the swans. You looked down sucking in your stomach trying not to stretch the dress when a voice next to you made you jump.

"Well hello gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" You turned your head seeing Matt, the agent who had the office next to yours smiling at you. "Oh...I have one, but thank you." You whispered watching his eyes travel down your body. "Hmm, well we could get out of here, I don't live too far." He winked smiling "um, no...thank you though." You offered a smile sipping your drink. "Women don't usually turn down a night with me, you sure you won't reconsider?" He asked again stepping into your space "t..thank you for the offer but yes I'm sure." You said taking a step back. Yes he was attractive, very much so but you barely knew him and there was no way you were gonna let him see you naked. You cleared your throat looking back out into the crowd when you heard him laugh "Ya know you clean up pretty nice, I was honestly surprised to see you had brushed your hair." He laughed sipping his drink. "I...um thanks?" You said looking down.

"you actually look kind of decent." He laughed again eyeing you. "Mm...it's like those movies where the ugly girl puts on a dress and makeup and suddenly she isn't AS ugly....that's what you remind me of." He said. You felt the familiar burning in your eyes, closing them as he went on "but you know what they say, put lipstick on a pig and it's still a pig." He laughed louder when a loud thump made your eyes shoot open, looking over seeing Matt pinned against the wall, Thor holding him by the throat "you will not to speak to her that way." Thor said sternly leaning down coming face to face with him "apologize...now." Thor growled as Matt's eyes widened. "I...I'm s...sorry." he choked out, his eyes not leaving the massive blonde "Thor...stop." you said grabbing his arm but there was no way you could make him budge when his eyes met yours, the anger that was there softening as he looked back at Matt

"you will never speak to her again, am I understood?" Thor said growled into Matt's face as he nodded "go, before I change my mind." Thor said tossing him to the floor watching him scurry away. "Thor?" You whispered when he turned back to you. "Are you alright my lady?" He asked stepping closer "yes, i...im ok. Thank you but you didn't have to do that." You said looking down. "He had no right to say those....horrible things to you y/n." He said as you shook your head "no he's...he was right, I don't belong here." You breathed looking up seeing Thor's eyes wide "what ever would make you think that?" He asked crossing his arms "don't play dumb Thor, you know as well as everyone else." You sighed looking out to everyone having fun

"they're strong, beautiful, they could take anyone in the room home with them." You said fidgeting with your glass "i...I'm not any of those things." You said feeling a tear slide down your cheek "i never will be, because no matter what I do I always be me...fat, ugly me." You sighed setting your drink down "I think im gonna head home for the night." You said looking to the floor as you walked around him "y/n, wait." He said grabbing your wrist "do you truly see yourself as such?" He asked making you laugh "it's what I've always been told. Even your brother has made it abundantly clear that I am...how did he put it...oh yes a clown that needed to join the circus." You said feeling a lump form in your throat "and you know the pathetic thing?" You asked finally looking up into his eyes "i...I love him...and I will never be good enough for him." You huffed a laugh remembering the day in the kitchen.

"Y/n, my brother is an idiot...a fool." Thor said taking a step closer to you. "You have to understand, when we were younger...on Asgard he had no shortage of attention, men and women would happily bend to his will, do anything he asked of them to be his...to be in his favor." Thor said looking down "and those who didn't he would break them down, make them feel less then to get what he wanted...regardless of how selfish it was." Thor continued, his hand sliding down to yours "and here...on Midgard it has been much the same, I was never lacking attention and i...I let it go to me head." Thor said looking up into your eyes "i?...what do you mean i?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows watching Thor shake his head "are you feeling ok Thor? Do you need to sit down?" You asked squeezing his hand "no! I'm not...i have wronged you, and how i treated you...." he snapped, trailing off looking around.

"Come with me." He said pulling you along behind him. Running to keep up with his long strides "Thor, where are we going?" You asked as he pulled you into a secluded corner away from everyone "if I didn't know better I'd think you were going to kill me." You laughed as he pressed your back against the wall "umm...Thor?" You stuttered when you saw him close his eyes, a green light washing over him when suddenly Loki was in his place "Loki!? What..." you were cut off by his hand gently covering your mouth "shh...I cannot be up here." He said lifting a finger to his lips. "I needed to speak with you and this was the only way." He whispered lowering his hand from your mouth

"what...why?" You whispered back as he placed his hands on your shoulders "y/n, is that truly where your feelings lie?" He asked, his hands slowly sliding down your bare arms "i...you...i know..." you trailed off, closing your eyes remembering what you just confessed to "thor" "Loki i..." He cut you off again by his finger pressed to your lips, his deep green eyes boring so deep into yours you were afraid they would consume you. You lifted your hand gently grabbing his wrist moving his hand "yes Loki...it was the truth." You whispered seeing tears well in his eyes. "I know you don't feel the same, I'm sorry I ruined our friendship its just...."

you were cut off again, all coherent thought leaving you as his lips pressing to yours, the hand you were holding reaching up to cup your cheek as the other slid around your side to your back pulling you closer to him. Gasping feeling his fingers touch the bare skin of your back when you felt his tongue slip between your parted lips, moaning into his mouth tasting the whiskey on lips as you returned the kiss, tilting your head as his hand slid to your hair holding you to him. The kiss was everything you had ever imagined and more. It was dominating and all consuming, and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping your arm around his middle you pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your nails digging into the back of his suit jacket when he pulled back slightly, nibbling your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead to yours, your breath mixing together as you tried to regain your composure.

"I...I owe you an apology y/n." He panted tightening his grip around your waist "I owe you so much more then that." He said lifting his head looking into your eyes "i...I don't understand Loki." You said searching his eyes for an answer. "Y/n, my sweet, beautiful little mortal i..." He trailed off looking down "I have never been the best at expressing my emotions, and in truth as a prince of Asgard i...i never took into account others feelings, i was selfish and took what i wanted however i wanted" He said looking back up at you "I know it is no excuse for how I have treated you, but after hearing that pathetic boy say those things to you." He growled "I see what I have done to you, how I've made you feel and I....I am ashamed of myself for everything I put you through." He said, a tear streaming down his cheek as he looked down again.

"The truth y/n is...that I love you, I have loved you for so long." He whispered "and I was afraid you would never feel the same for the would be invader of your realm, but I simply couldn't get enough of you...of your bright smile, your kindess, of your attentions, i craved it...so in my selfishness I teased and mocked, as I had done so many times before hoping to get even the slightest reaction...a smile, a snide remark...but I watched you slowly pull away from me, hiding yourself away in your office, the spark inside you slowly dying and i...y/n I can never apologize enough for my behavior." He said looking up, your heart breaking seeing the tears steaming down his cheeks. "D...do you think you could ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice shaking as his lip quivered. You lifted your hands, cupping his cheeks seeing his eyes close "Loki.." you whispered, your thumbs wiping the tears from his cheeks as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Please y/n, let me take you out...allow me to treat you as you deserve...to worship you as the goddess that you are." He whispered wrapping his fingers around your wrists. You smiled looking deeply into his eyes "all you had to do was ask." You said seeing him return the smile "oh my perfect, sweet y/n." He sighed gently placing a kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest, his large hand holding the back of your head as he rocked you back and forth. "I'm sorry...so so sorry." He whispered into your hair. "It's ok Loki, I forgive you." You said into his chest, squeezing his middle tightly. "What did I do to deserve you?" He asked kissing the top of your head.

"You made a mistake, but you learned from it." You said pulling back to look at him "and you apologized...who am I to hold a grudge?" You asked seeing him smile "you are truly an angel sent from the heavens." He said cupping your cheek "come, allow me to take you to dinner, where we can talk more privately." He said stepping back "ok, let me get my coat." You said as he wrapped his arm around your waist you walked through the room towards the exit, glancing over seeing nat you waved as she winked lifting her glass when you caught Loki mouthing something to her. "What did you say?" You asked as he smiled down at you "oh, I was thanking her." He said squeezing you tighter "for pointing out how much of an idiot I had been." He said grabbing the door holding it open for you "after you my angel." He said, making you blush as you walked past him, feeling his fingers twine with yours you squeezed, smiling to yourself and for the first time in a long time you had hope.....

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[daftpatience]

hi daft I love the way u draw fat people!!! Is there a tutorial you like specifically for drawing fat people?? -signed a bby artist who is fat and wants to draw my sona, who is a fat rat lady

ive got FOUR tips for you!!!

look at yourself and draw yourself. self study is so so useful. take pics of yourself to draw, sketch in front of a mirror, etc! most of my fat art is self referential. trace yourself for practice, even! and for those of you who dont feel like you're fat enough for this to be useful (ive gotten messages about this before) - definitely do steps 2-4 as well, but i think it is important for all of you to come to accept that even you have body fat. you shouldn't shy away from studying what fat you do have. hunch over in the mirror, examine your stomach. bend side to side, see what parts of you fold. what jiggles? what sags when you lean in different ways? what parts of you are soft? this is still useful information to learn from, and i think coming to terms with the fact that body fat is a natural part of your and every body will help you come to have a deeper appreciation and understanding of bigger people than you.

study good books like morpho fat and folds. it's a fantastic reference!

draw fat people from reference. a lot of life drawing sites tend to lack body diversity, but i've found there are lots of fantastic fat models compiled on pinterest!

watch videos of the heavy weight type sports they do on the olympics. shot put and weight lifting and stuff. there tend to be fewer photos of actually fat athletes even though plenty of athletes are fat, and i think it's because everyone likes to try really hard to pretend they don't exist lol. you'll generally see more body diversity in the vids! i used to watch the olympics and do real quick sketches of general shapes of people and it's very fun. plus seeing people do such complicated and interesting actions is invaluable visual-spatial information for an artist!

[martlet-my-beloved]

I like the idea of Martlet staying with Toriel and help her protect Frisk, Not gonna lie, it would be really funny if Ceroba, Starlo and his gang also stay in the ruins to help Toriel watch out for humans, while Dalv is just living in Snowdin :3

the rest of the gang have their own place in this au :))) we'll see them wayyyy later, but it wont hurt to show yall what theyve been up to since uty!

dalv's still chilling in snowdin, though he visits starlo and the gang every once in a while for bar night and performs there! his new children books have been getting popular at snowdin's librarby :))

starlo and the feisty five are still up to their shenanigans in the wild east, putting up shows and bringing in plenty of tourists. they help out the farm when they have the time. ceroba's also working at the farm nowadays. the mansion feels way too big for just one monster so she moved into the farmhouse

they have a mail system to keep in touch ever since martlet ended up in the ruins :D usually dalv and sans meet once a week and they exchange letters. martlet likes hearing about whatever's going on outside the ruins and the others are just glad to know she's doing alright ever since uhhh....... the incident

also shitty bonus pic lol

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[drops-of-moonlights]

I want for all my Mario stuff to have an unique look, my own take on them. So I've been slowly redesigning the cast to fit that! I still have plenty of characters to go but for now, I wanna post the ones I have done. Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Junior, Peach, Daisy, Wario and Waluigi! Design tibdits below:

For the Bros. I wanted for them to still have the same base but play around with it a bit more - Luigi patches up his overalls, Mario just lets them rip, different tops to better showcase personality with Mario using button-ups and Luigi sweaters, different boots for the same reason, and also adding a bit more scruff on them both to age them up a bit since for my take they're in their early 30's, taking place after what one would consider "game canon". They also both wear a pin/badge that shows who they're romantically involved with! (Mario with a Bowser badge, Luigi with one of Daisy's brooches)

Bowser's just wearing what I always draw him in lol - combat pants and boots with a light tanktop alongside his usual cuffs. Junior's outfit is inspired by his Wonder transformation because it's cool as hell and it fits my Junior who's a teenager (around 14). Royal Bowser and Junior are his "diplomatic meeting" outfits, a kamishimo for Bowser and a regular hakama and haori for Junior, based off Bowser's Kingdom in Odyssey being so Japanese-inspired (though the headdress and horn decor is original, and has a gem cut to look like fire.

Peach and Daisy don't change all that much, with Peach I mainly took a bit from her movie design, made the crown bigger and more ornate and changed her brooch for a heart shape that mimics a peach for themeing. she's also fuller-figured because the idea of Peach being peach-shaped is cute and also both Bowser and Mario have a Type™ so it would be neat for her to fit it too lol. Daisy I just made her wear a pantsuit because a) I like pantsuits b) it creates a greater contrast between her and Peach. I also made it more flowery to fit her decór more. Like with the Koopa royals they also get a more casual/adventure-ready set, based on different outfits from Odyssey (Peach) and Mario Kart Tour (Daisy).

Finally for this batch, the wahs! Who won't take much long to elaborate on - I fused Wario's normal outfit with his WarioWare look and Waluigi got something that would match it, though I was inspired by this pic by Fumihide Aoki, Waluigi's creator, that is insanely good.

[kaladinkholins]

i know I've mentioned my interpretation of mizu's gender a million times on here but i don't think i ever fully elaborated on it.

so on that note i just wanna ramble about that for a bit. basically, it's my reading of the show that mizu is nonbinary, so let me dig into that.

putting the rest under the cut because it ended being pretty long lol. also here have a cute mizu pic of her being happy and most at ease with herself, symbolised by her letting her hair down. <3 ok let's proceed.

okay note that nonbinary is an umbrella term, and applies to a vast range of gender identities, but it's my personal preference to use it as is, simply because i'm not a fan of microlabels. more power to you if you are though, but anyway.

essentially when i refer to mizu as nonbinary it means that i interpret mizu as a woman, but not ONLY a woman. not strictly a woman. she is also a man. she is also neither of these things, she is something in between, while at the same time she is none of these at all. i've said as much many times, but i just don't want people to think that by nonbinary it inherently means a "third androgynous gender" that essentially turns the gender binary into a gender trinary. not only is that going against what the term nonbinary was crafted for (to go against rigid boxes and categorisation of gender identities), but also, not all nonbinary people fall under that category or definition, and that's definitely not the way i interpret mizu.

also, before anyone fights me on this, let me clarify further that gender means something different to everyone. it's not your biological sex or physical characteristics. but at the same time, gender is not mere presentation. you can be a trans woman and still present masculine—either because you're closeted and forced to, or because you just want to—and either way, that doesn't take away from your identity as a woman. same goes for trans men. if you're a trans man but you wear skirts and don't bind or don't get top surgery, that doesn't make you any less of a man. because gender non-conformity exists, and does not only apply to cis people! some lesbians are nonbinary and prefer using he/him pronouns while dressing masculinely, but that doesn't mean they're a man, or that they're any less of a lesbian. neither does this mean that they're a cis woman.

the thing about queer identities in general is that, like i said, they mean something different to everyone, because how you identify—regardless of your biological attributes and fashion or pronouns—is an extremely personal experience. so a nonbinary person and a gnc cis woman's experiences might have plenty of overlap, but what distinguishes between the two is up to the individual. there's no set requirements to distinguish you as one or the other, but it's up to you to decide what you identify as, based on what you feel. either way, by simply identifying yourself as anything under the LGBTQ+ umbrella, you are already communicating to the world that you are not what a conservative, cisheteronormative society wants you to be.

which is why i find all this queer infighting on labels to be so ridiculous. because we're all fighting the same fight; the common enemy is a societal structure that divides us into set roles and expectations purely based on our biological parts. that's why biological essentialism in the queer community is a fucking disease. because by arguing that women are inherently weak and fragile and soft and gentle and must be protected from evil ugly men, while men are inherently strong and angry and violent and exploitative of women, these people are advocating for the same fucked up system that marginalises and abuses women as well as effeminate and/or gay men.

anyway. i'm going on a tangent. this was meant to be a blue eye samurai post. so yeah back to that— the point i'm trying to make is that there's no one way to identify as anything, and everyone views gender in a specific way.

so with that being said, yes you can definitely interpret mizu as a gnc cis woman and that's a totally valid reading. however, interpreting her as nonbinary or transmasc also doesn't take away from her experiences with misogyny and female oppression, because nonbinary and transmasc folks also experience these things.

me, personally, i view her as nonbinary but not necessarily or always transmasc because i still believe femininity and womanhood is an inherent part of who mizu is. for example, from what we've seen, she does not like binding. it does not give her gender euphoria, but is instead very uncomfortable for her both physically and mentally, and represents her suppressing her true self. which is why when she "invites the whole" of herself, she stands completely bare in front of the fire, breasts unbound and hair untied. when she is on the ship heading to a new land in the ending scene, she is no longer hiding her neck and the lack of an adam's apple. we can thus infer that mizu does not have body dysmorphia. she is, in fact, comfortable in her body, and relies on it extremely, because her body is a weapon. instead, what mizu hates about herself is her face—her blue eyes. she hates herself for her hybridised identity, hates herself for being a racial Other. hates that she has no home in her homeland. these are not queer or feminist themes, but postcolonial ones.*

* and as a tiny aside on this subject, i really do wish more of the fandom discussion would talk about this more. it's just such an essential part to reading her character. like someone who's read homi k bhabha's location of culture and has watched this show, PLEASE talk to me so we can ramble all about how the show is all about home and alienation from community. please. okay anyway—

nevertheless, queer and feminist themes (which are not mutually exclusive by the way!) are still prevalent in her story, though they are not the main issue that she is struggling with. but she does struggle with it to some extent, and we see this especially during her marriage with mikio, where we see her struggle in women's domestic spaces.

on the other hand, though, she finds no trouble or discomfort in being a man or being around other men—even naked ones—and does not seem stifled by living as one, does not seem all that bothered or uncomfortable navigating through men's spaces. contrast this to something like disney's mulan (1998), where we do see mulan struggle in navigating through men's spaces, as she feels uncomfortable being around so many men, always feeling like she doesn't belong and that she's inherently different from them. mizu has no such experiences like this, as her very personality and approach to life is what can be categorised as typically "masculine". she is straightforward and blunt. her first meeting with mikio, she tells him straight to his face that he's old while frowning and raising a brow at him. she approaches problems with her muscles and fists (or swords), rather than with her words or mind. compare this with mulan, who, while well-trained by the end of the movie, still uses her sharp wits rather than brute strength. this is a typically "feminine" approach. it's also the approach akemi relies on throughout the show—through her intelligence and persuasive tongue, she navigates the brothel with ease. mizu, in contrast to someone like mulan and akemi, struggles with womanhood and femininity, and feels detached from it.

thus, in my opinion, mizu is not simply a man, nor is she simply a woman. she is both. man and woman. masculine and feminine. she has to accept both, rather than suppress one or the other. her name means water. fluid.

as a side note, while i do believe mizu is nonbinary, i also primarily use she/her pronouns but this is a personal preference. i find it's easier, plus it's what the creators use, and because, in general, being nonbinary simply doesn't necessitate the use of they/them pronouns. nonbinary is not just a third gender. it's about breaking the binary, in any which way, and that's exactly what mizu does.

also, i'd also like to mention that one of show's head of story even referred to her with the term "nonbinary", rather than simply "androgynous" (see pic below). and it's possible this could be a slip up on his part, in which he believes the terms are interchangeable (they're not btw), but regardless i find it a very interesting word choice, and one that supports my stance.

so anyway yeah that's my incredibly long rambling post.

TL;DR nonbinary mizu rights 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻 congrats if you reached the end of this btw. also ily. unless you're a TERF in which case fuck off. ok i'm done.

[starlostastronaut]

DAY 09 | EYES ON ME

PAIRING: lee felix x reader

GENRE: fluff, meet-cute (theoretically)

WC: 1.23k

CW: fem reader (wears a dress, she/her pronouns)

PROMPT: "do you want to dance?"

i love ballroom dancing so naturally i wrote a one shot about that lol. and imagine dancing with felix. this is very self indulgent which showed off in the wc, bc i keep most of mctc around 0.8k lol. here is the dress reader is wearing and these were inspo for felix: pic one, pic two ;) im sorry for the delay, but personal reasons, anyway it's 23:55 here so i didnt fail yet lmao. hope you enjoy <3

title from shut up and dance - walk the moon

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"Come on, mate, it's not that hard,” Chris said in English, to maximize the chance of not being overheard by the guests standing nearby. He placed his hand on Felix’s shoulders, turning him around. “Look, you just go up to her and ask. And if she refuses you - which she won't, by the way - you just come back here. There's plenty of people so you won't have to see her for the rest of the night. It's really that simple,” he instructed him, leaning forward so he talked directly in Felix's ear.

"Well, that's easy for you to say, Chrizztopher,” Felix grumbled, but still listened carefully to his words. He skimmed the room with his eyes, searching for a short black dress adorned with a beaded corset and embroidered blue flowers. Upon laying his gaze on you, a smile spread on his face, and his eyes softened. Chris was right; he had nothing to lose. You weren’t a part of the Stray Kids staff, so the chances of seeing you after today were low. “Okay, I'm going up to her,” he decided, saying it out loud to give himself confidence. He felt his friend squeeze his shoulders reassuringly.

“You got this, Lix. Go,” he nudged him in your direction and watched with a proud expression as his baby walked across the hall.

Meanwhile, you were standing at one of the tables with some of your coworkers. You had been JYPE's trusted and loyal employee, which is why you were invited to this gala event Park Jinyoung hosted at the end of the year. It was an honour to receive an invitation to the gala because the quests were carefully chosen each year. Sometimes it even happened that only certain members of a group got to attend. And despite working for the company for many years, this was the first time you were given the invitation.

You were spending most of the night with your friends and champagne glasses, occasionally dancing if someone asked you. Currently, you were playing a game of spot the idol, a tradition your friends, who were invited in previous years, invented. Every year, they would try to predict which artists would be the lucky ones, and this time they included you as well, since you were going to the ball with them.

“I think Sana is over there," you said, trying to discreetly point in the suspected idol's direction. “Red dress by-”

“Felix is coming,” one of your friends whispered urgently, interrupting you mid-sentence. You turned around, just in time for Felix to arrive at your table. He was dressed in tight-fitting black dress pants with a mesh dark blouse, covering it with a slightly bigger jacket that was black as well, to match the rest of his outfit. His blonde hair, which has gotten long enough to almost reach his shoulders, was curled into soft waves, framing his face and enhancing his fairy-like features even more.

Felix extended his hand toward you. “Do you want to dance?” he asked. He had a confident expression and a flirty smile on his face, but his eyes showed off his nervousness and obvious interest in you. Glancing over his shoulder, you caught a glimpse of Bang Chan and Han Jisung, both silently pleading with you to accept Felix's offer. You were going to anyway, but seeing his friends being so supportive. It warmed your heart.

With a smile, you placed your hand into Felix's awaiting one. “Lead the way.”

He beamed upon hearing your words, and like a true gentleman, he led you away from the table and then offered you his arm to take you to the dancefloor. The previous song was just finishing as you assumed the correct positions. A much faster song began playing - the DJ's surprise, as was announced just a second later. Two very different reactions then took place. Your excitement over recognizing it was cha cha was met with Felix's horrified expression as he watched other pairs begin to dance around you.

Felix licked his lips nervously. “I actually don't know how to dance this,” he confessed with his head down. “I thought they were going to play something like a waltz because they did for most of the night.”

“Don't worry, I can teach you. Just follow my lead, and we'll take it easy, okay?” you said while brushing your hand over his shoulder to calm him down.

“Shouldn't the guy do the leading, though?" Felix chuckled, already feeling a bit better. It made you feel happy to see Felix happy. The fans were right; the Felix effect truly works, you thought, suppressing a laugh. You knew Felix for all of five minutes, if you didn't count the occasional greeting when you met in the company building or at idol events, but you felt a strange fondness for him anyway.

You counted it and began leading Felix through the steps. As it turned out, he was a fast learner, which wasn't really a surprise. About halfway through the song, he was able to lead the dance on his own, and with a few instructions and your direction, you were able to perform some more advanced figures. When the song ended, you thanked him and congratulated him on his success with the dance. You thought now was the time for him to lead you back to your friends, but he surprised you.

“Stay for one more?” he asked, just as the first notes of a waltz song began to play. Unable to resist him, you agreed.

Felix's palm on your lower back strengthened its hold on you, pressing your body closer to his just as the dance required. He assumed the position, and with a confident attitude, he began leading you backwards. He gave you the luxury of only two steps to get used to the dance before he was leading you into a right turn, his firm but gentle hold on you not faltering even as you turned multiple times in a row. Turns were apparently his favourite, given the fact that they made up the better half of your dance, but attentive as ever, Felix made sure you didn't feel dizzy and slowed down from time to time to give you room to breathe. When the dance finally finished, Felix didn't let go of you; instead, he allowed you to slump against him and lay your head on his shoulder. Waltz wasn't even a fast, energetic dance, but, oh boy, were the constant turns exhausting. He began to gently sway you from side to side, following the example of other couples around you that slowdanced to the next song that began playing.

“Thank you for dancing with me,” Felix whispered into your ear at some point.

“The pleasure's all mine,” you replied, raising your head to flash him a happy smile. “You're a good dancer. I know you're great at hip hop, but I didn't expect you to be this good at ballroom too,” you said truthfully.

“What can I say, I'm a man of many talents.” Felix winked at you, undeniably following one of the advices Bang Chan must have given him. “Perhaps I can show you some more over a cup of... I would say coffee, but I don't drink that. A cup of anything else,” he added, grinning at you when you accepted.

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[docwritesshit]

so i just got this surgery (wisdom tooth removed) and i’m spending my rest by consuming lmk content so… can you do hcs for macaque and wukong taking care of a s/o who is resting because of the surgery and it’s anesthetized on the mouth? they are talking in a funny way because of it and their face is like 🥴 LMAO they can’t really do anything besides resting

Ooooooooo

Yeah this is why when I eventually get my wisdom teeth removed I'm gonna only be with my closest friend lol

Anyways!

Wukong and Macaque taking care of anesthetized SO!

So this is very fun to watch for them

You are babblng all over the place, going from kissing them to refusing to touch them cause they aren't your bfs until they remind you they are

All in all it's very fun

They have had to drag you back to bed so you can rest because you keep getting up to follow them

Eventually they put on a show in your laptop and you're mesmerized, and that's when they start cooking you soup to help you feel better

Wukong is the one giving you all the cuddles and kisses you can ask for

He's basking in this and trust me, he's taking plenty of pics and one is used as his wall paper

Macaque is the one to coax you back to bed and fetching you blankets and stuffies cause let's be honest

Mans can't sit still nor straight

So he's the one cleaning everything and Wukong helps him with the cooking once your occupied

And the faces you make are the most adorable to them

Be prepared to come home one day to a collage of you after surgery, where they are cooing at how cute you look and all that

And your voice is sooooooooo cute

They have lots of videos and quotes of things you said

Which they will use as blackmail 100%

But after everything, you all just lye down and cuddle as you all fall asleep

Which took awhile cause you were still trying to get out of bed until Wukong summoned clones to hold you down for even more cuddles lol

[batbabydamian]

so, Batman #147… rambling about the difference in how Zdarsky portrays the two current Robins

this is a fantastic run for Tim, and very much written like a return to form of what plenty consider the best dynamic duo, but even more so "the best Robin". once Damian's introduced in this run, Zdarsky really makes sure you still know that lol

1. "We don't need anyone else" VS "I need my family"

#147 clearly exemplifies the contrast, so i'll go through it first. Damian, having fallen for Zurr's lie and accepted him as the real Bruce, goes so far as to say in the very first page "We don't need anyone else." it's cold colors, machinery, and hollow declarations of "father and son" for these two.

towards the ending, Tim has deduced where the real Bruce is hiding and brings him food expecting Bruce's knack for self-neglect. it's all warmth, sunshine, and mutual understanding - also a cute back and forth of "Batman and Robin" between them. on top of this, where Damian isolates Batman & Robin from family, Tim is the one to remind Bruce about "helping each other." Bruce heartily agrees with "I need my family" for a weighty end.

along with this parallel, from #138 Tim makes it clear that even in opposition, he's only ever trying to help Bruce. Damian was still on the wrong side with Zurr-induced-Bruce here at the time too 😭

2. Tim's independence as both a hero and partner

Tim is written as the ideal Robin to Bruce's Batman, and has made Robin its own independent hero on equal footing rather than a sidekick - it's made in statements by both Tim and Bruce, and through the entire narrative. he takes initiative and tries to foresee what would ultimately help Bruce. beyond being great partners, there's many bits showing their emotional connection ("i'm scared of being lost, but i'm more scared of losing you, Bruce" hit me like a bag of bricks). tbh this almost could be a Batman and Robin run lol

added the first panel from #126 of Tim declaring he's his own hero outside of Bruce, proven plenty especially in his backups in #131-134!! the other panels are a few highlights from #128, #130, and #135 of the partnership between Tim and Bruce

granted it's Zurr, but Damian is mostly seen following orders and given pensive looking panels when there's something concerning. While Tim continued to represent Batman's ideals during his own solo quest to find Bruce, Damian doesn't question or take action against "Bruce's" sudden shift in ethics

Batman #134 Backup - Tim showing support toward Toyman VS Batman #146 - Zurr and Damian confront Harley as she pleads about her change of heart

another kiinda parallel in #147 is Bruce acknowledging Tim's hard work to become Robin compared to Damian who's out here going Batman and Robin/Father and Son. i don't think it's an intended parallel but just the state of continuing to show Tim in a better light - Tim put in the effort "to become the second-best Robin" while Damian is Robin because..."son." supposedly less effort on his part too, because LOA.

second pic is from Batman/Catwoman The Gotham War: Scorched Earth, felt fitting to add since Tim mentions needing to "know everything" in both. and the humble brag. which ofc Tim believes Dick is the best!! but also. jic we didn't know Tim is the best current Robin sdfgh

3. Damian's blind loyalty as "Bruce's son"

there's a weight to the Robin title when regarding Tim, whereas Damian's "Robin" role is excess and counterintuitive. he's delegated to desperate sidekick to Bruce, as well as becoming an obstacle to the family. being Robin only seems significant to Damian in how it ties himself to his father, and his single Robin quality is a loyalty that's been written to an extreme fault. the only positive angle i could see this in is Zdarsky aiming to put Damian in a sympathetic light in how far Damian was willing to fall to stay by his father's side, hence, fooled by that nightmare story/confession. the problem with this is that we have not seen a single emotional connection between the two in this run, so why should we care about that relationship.

also, Damian constantly bringing up his position as Bruce's son just makes him look entitled? since Bruce rightfully expressed his claim of having the others as his sons too (with the unfortunate exclusion of his daughter)! so it's like a "lol you're not that special" vibe when looking at it from the outside?? ykw concerning #138, Damian saying "You're the one trying to destroy my father" also could have been in contrast to Tim saying "We'll help our dad" at the end.

Zdarsky seems to believe the only meaningful part of Damian being Robin is he's the son of Bruce, and not a single nod to any noble aspect Damian's achieved beyond that. we're constantly reminded of Tim's greatest hits as Robin, from taking on the mantle to pull Bruce out of darkness (#135, #138), mastermind a whole takedown (Gotham War: Scorched Earth), and always being on the same wavelength with Bruce etc. the entire run sings Tim's praise, and it's deserved!! my problem is how it's in stark contrast to Damian's portrayal of being the other Robin who's only special because he believes he's the greatest son and wants to be at Bruce's side.

so all this to say, if your fav is Tim YOU'RE EATING WELL!! personally as a chronic enjoyer of things, this has been an entertaining run! as a chronic enjoyer of Damian, it's definitely not for many of his fans at this point in time.

i did like this part!! his grin!!

[mrs-monaghan]

Are you kidding 😭 BTS are trendsetters in music but in personal life. Idols have done more than bts can even think about. These men pushing 30 is only about to take baby steps regarding their dating life where other idols already walked and ran.

Tae is NOT the 1st idol to go public with his relationship. You said the only idol you know except bts is taeyong, that's the problem. Oh btw this taeyong also went public with his relationship with actress and eventually got married. Many second gen idols have gone public with their relationships. If we talk about 3rd gen, Kai literally did a photoshoot with his then gf (Krystal) there were many exposed pics of them also just like Taennie. Another exo member is literally married amidt of protests from all sides. Lisa was/is publiclly going out with her bf no matter what her stans are saying. Momo of twice attended variety show her idol bf was hosting and he was teased about his gf at an award show stage by mc. Just Google Hyuna and Dawn, two idols who were dragged through hell for dating.. still didn't gave af and dated very publicly for years. They are absolute legends when it comes to kpop dating. Jisoo was the one who informed dispatch about her relationship and announced it on her terms and continued her career like nothing happened. Even 4th gen girl Karina had more guts than a man in his late 20s to confirm her relationship (happened last week btw). There are many idols who absolutely don't give af and don't dump their partner's for fans. If anything, Tae is known as a coward among other kpop fans especially BP fans for the spineless act he did after dragging that girl into this shit. And ik most people who read this agree he is coward on how he handles taennie. For Jennie, this must be her worst dating experience lol..when her previous 2 relationships got exposed, bf or their agencies confirmed it in a day while this man acted like she doesn't even exist anymore 🤡

Also idols calling their fans girlfriends is bad right and bts stopped it right? But the only bts member who still does that is JK himself lmao. He literally act like their bf, call them couple cute names, does everything they ask him during lives, say yes when they ask him to be their bf, even during his so called denial of having an actual gf he said he doesn't want a gf currently because he's focusing on career and only want army in his life 🤦‍♀️Y/ns were saying how he made them more delulu just last year alone with his overtly Para social relationship. If you go outside bts bubble, he's one of the few idols who takes Parasocial relationship a bit far according to other kpop fans. Them having discourses how it's not healthy to take fanservice to this extent. He's one of the idols they call more delulu than fans. And I agree, the more you keep y/n away the more relaxed you will be. He's gonna struggle so much if one day he's gonna introduce his real gf lol. Because it was him who was adding fuel to fans heart all this time. And no, its not his 'job'. I didnt saw any other bts members doing or saying anything JK did except playing along with their jokes once in a blue moon. So others may have it a lil easy compared to him lol.

Also I really don't except any bts member to confirm relationship anytime soon. Atleast not in 10 years. Yeah it sounds like a long period but there are plenty of kpop idols and very popular actors who are in 40s and doesn't even have a single dating rumor. I don't think anyone in bts have that nerve to confirm their relationship unless they are getting ready for marriage, which will only happen after many years lol. Well we literally saw how Tae dipped when his relationship with Jennie was confronted or how JK denied about gf and ran other way when the very real video of him with his gf was exposed 😭 None of them are ready to risk anything Fandom have to offer rn for a relationship lol. I think it will be Jhope the 1st one to confirm a relationship from hyung line and Jimin from Maknae line. Because only those two looks like they will take risk for their loved ones, they haven't built their music nor career over y/ns and fantasies and they'll actually prioritize personal life over career, but again it won't happen anytime soon.

Oops

Well you definitely told me 🤣🤣😂😂

Gonna ignore the fact that you think Jikook are straight n just thank u 4 the in4 u gave me about the other idols. I was obviously wrong but that comes as no surprise coz I know dick about Kpop.

That being said, I disagree with what you're saying about JK. I don't feel he needs to pull back at all. His actions speak way, way, waaaaaaay louder than his words. If you out here thinking JK is dating anyone else but Jimin then you slow as hell... I'm sorry.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: All Grown Up Now {One Shot} ***

Older Brother’s BFF & Old Frat Brother Chris Evans x Reader AU

Warning: 18 + Content, Lots of Cursing, NSFW, PLENTY PLENTY OF WORDS, SMUTTT, Slow Burn

Words: 14.3K

Summary: Nope!

Note: Y’all know what pic this was inspired by. The girlies who get it, get it. Shout out to @caramara3​ for shamelessly egging me on with this. XOXOX. Worked out well to be a b-day fic. Happy 41st to our collective man! LOL

Thank you all for reading. I appreciate you!

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-Friday-

  “What do you mean you have plans?”

 You sat in your brother’s living room scrolling through Netflix on his seventy-inch TV. A TV that you’d given so much flack over him getting but it was now one of the best things in this apartment. You scrolled through your list selections under your very own profile under his account. It didn’t matter if you had your own account in your own apartment that was one floor up on the opposite side of the building. You passed some C-list action movie then a made for tv movie you’d saved months ago waiting for the perfect time to watch it.

 “It means what it sounds like. I—have—plans,” your bother enunciated as he passed behind you crossing to the other side of his apartment from where his office was to where his bedroom was.

 “What sort of plans? You didn’t even invite me.”

 You purposely added a little more whine to your voice. You wanted to lay it on thick.

 “Not tonight, Binky.”

 You kissed your teeth at the annoying nickname, your mind immediately running to the one who’d first given you the moniker. Heat spread across your chest then traveled down your sternum to your belly. It made you wiggle in your spot on the couch. You’d always hated the name. It wasn’t a name given out of affection; it was one given to tease. When you’d been given the name now maybe ten years ago you were just in your twenties and hadn’t grown into the adult you were today.

 Cringing at the memory of yourself from twenty you closed your eyes and huffed out a breath.

 “That fucking name,” you whispered.

 “What, still haven’t gotten over the name?”

 Your brother’s voice came from right beside your head, making you jump. You glared at him, grabbed a pillow, and swung. He ducked, dodging that and the second and third swing.

 “So much anger,” he teased.

 “I don’t think it’s fair for you to drop me for some last-minute plans.”

 He snorted, “They’re not last minute. I told you last week that this weekend was not going to be a hang out weekend. I told you it was my monthly guy's weekend.”

 You vaguely remembered this conversation, but you weren’t going to tell him that. Again, you kissed your teeth.

 “Should you be having a guy’s weekend with a whole girlfriend? Yvette is cool with this?”

 “Oh please, V don’t own me. I’m my own man. I can do what I please, go when I want, see who I want. I wear the pants.”

 As he continued, the true wearer of the pants waltzed inside the apartment using her spare key and quietly closed the door leaning on it to allow his rant to continue. Smiling, you hopped onto your knees in the couch wanting a good view of what came next.

 “Ah, so ah you run tings, tings nuh run you,” you egged on.

 “Damn right! Mi a bad man!”

 He gave his best Shottas voice, and it took every single ounce of control to not bust out laughing.

 “V know what it is.”

 Your brother walked out of his bedroom and the scent of bergamot, musk and patchouli spilled out into the wide open common area.

 “What was that?”

 Your brother jumped back lifting his hands in a defensive stance, “Baby!”

 Yvette crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side waiting for him to answer.

 “Me? I wasn’t saying nothing.”

 Unable to hold it in any longer, you busted out laughing.

 “Speak your heart, don’t bite your tongue.”

 He narrowed his eyes at you then shook his head. “You couldn’ta told me she was here? You know I’m your bother right. blood, me.”

 You rolled your eyes. “Remember that when you wanna throw slurs around,” you said rolling your eyes in exaggerated fashion and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

 “You mad petty. Just cause I called you binky?”

 He approached Yvette and you watched them embrace then kiss. They’ve been together for six years now and they still didn’t live together but it didn’t seem to matter because they looked more in love today than they’d ever been.

 “Why you gotta tease her with that damn name? You know she hates it.”

 He chuckled, “It’s just a name. It means nothing.”

 You didn’t believe that one bit. The person who’d given it to you could have been labeled as your nemesis. It wasn’t anything hostile—or too hostile. He just annoyed you at every single opportunity. Either it was a snide remark here or a sly comment there and they all were about your age, your height, the aura you gave off or the fact that you were the youngest. It was annoying. Then when you made jokes about how old he was, he went harder with the teasing until you were roasting each other then you were pouting and glaring at him. it always happened that way.

 “You know he gave her that nickname to tease her about acting, looking and being a baby,” Yvette stated, addressing the elephant in the room.

 “I mean, she is the baby. Out of all of us she is the last born and not to mention dead last. Ion’t know why mama and daddy thought it was a good idea to have another kid twelve years after me. Twelve years.”

 You rolled your eyes then took up a pillow and lunged it at his head. When it made contact he snapped his head back to mimic whiplash.

 “That was cold. I coulda pulled a muscle. So violent. Baby my neck hurt now.”

 You watched Yvette baby him. They were adorable but damn was it annoying sometimes.

 “Anyway, I’m dropping this off since I won’t see you till next weekend. Remember you not some fresh and green single man. Don’t act up!”

 Your brother lifted his hands in surrender.

 “I never act up. I’ll be on my best worst behavior.”

 You snorted and Yvette slapped the back of his head playfully.

 “When are you meeting up with the rest of them?”

 He looked at his watch, “C should be here any minute.”

 Your spine instantly straightened.

 “Wait what. Here?”

 “Yeah. He’s staying for the weekend.”

 Your eyes widened. He’d conveniently left that piece of information out. You began moving getting ready to get your ass outta there. You didn’t want to run into him. You were not in the mood to go four rounds.

 “Running away huh. He said you’d run.”

 You paused then glared at your brother who didn’t look stressed, in fact, he looked entertained. “You’d think he’s your brother with this sibling rivalry you got goin on.”

 “Blasphemy!”

 “Why do you hate him so much?”

 It’s not that you hated him. You hated his type. The type that came off cocky and charismatic with just a few words and the stance of their legs. The type that knew they weren’t hideous and knew they could talk anything with ears and a basic understanding of the English language into bed, the type who seemed to captivate everyone around them with nothing more than a smile. You’d seen his type everywhere; you knew them well and you weren’t impressed.

 It didn’t have anything to do with his mesmerizing eyes that were deeper than twenty thousand leagues under the sea, or that he was so tall that he easily towered over you making you feel smaller than you were, or that well past thirty his body was anything but a dad bod, or that his smile could melt all the ice in the artic significantly speeding up global warming. Hell it didn’t even matter that on several occasions through the years you’d gotten examples of not only his strength, but his charm, and seen glimpses of that non-dad bod that made your mouth dryer than Egypt. None of that contributed to the reasons why he annoyed you. Right?

 “He’s annoying,” you simply stated shrugging your shoulders.

 Your bother and Yvette looked at each other with quizzical looks. Clearly they didn’t know what you meant. Your brother shrugged making a move to walk away but Yvette’s eyes lingered on you like she knew something you oblivious brother didn’t that only women would know. she didn’t say anything though.

 Suddenly the bell rang, and you froze in spot.

 “That’s him now,” your bother informed. Yvette was the one to open the door and in walked all six feet of him.

“Bro!”

 Your bother echoed him and the two approached one another getting into their frat secret handshake which was a whole-body mini dance sequence full of moves that looked like they belonged in a Morehouse step group. You knew your brother had moves but seeing him do the moves and pulling them off made your belly flutter. The fuck, you thought. When the two men hit the woah you actually had to sit down. the fuck, you thought again.

 “Yvette, how are you?”

 He hugged her keeping the smile on his face.

 “How are you Chris?”

 “Good, good. You look as beautiful as ever.”

 “Back off C, we may share most things but we ain’t sharing my woman,” your brother spoke up. Chris snorted.

 “Don’t worry. Caring is sharing but I don’t want you to share her, you two belong together. Now other things--,” he trailed off making your bother chuckle.

 His eyes landed on you and his half smirk and smile fell. You watched as his eyes looked you up and down once, then twice. Before those cornflower steel-tinged eyes made a third trip he shook his head slightly then glanced at your brother.

 “Is this--.”

 Your brother nodded. You straightened your back feeling the scrutiny of his eyes. They felt like weights. It felt like he was inspecting you, measuring you up to the last version of you he saw which was over four years ago.

 “Nah, you’re fuckin’ with me.”

 “Nope.”

 “This is b—binky?”

 You rolled your eyed hard then sighed. Here we go, you thought.

 “No way. Wow.”

 He took two steps closer, but you didn’t budge from your seat though some part of you wanted to stand tall knowing your heels would afford you plenty of height on him. Bolting upright your stomach sank. While you were taller, you still didn’t reach his head. which meant he still towered over you. Asshole, you thought.

 “Wow, binky. I’m—wow.”

 “I have a name and Binky isn’t it.”

 Chris smirked then smiled that winning smile of his. You wanted to snort.

 “I know your name; it’s just Binky has always suited you better.”

 You planted your hand on your hip sticking it out knowing your stance accentuated your curves.

 “Even now?”

 Chris smirked and he looked like he wanted to scan you over again, but he didn’t. Instead he backed off.

 “It’s good to see you Binky. Four years is a long time.”

 You ignored the way your stomach flipped from the deepness of his voice or how you wanted to suck your bottom lip from the intense smells coming off of him. You even ignored the way his oddly patterned tan, black, cream and orange shirt hugged his massively toned biceps or the trimness of his waist and desperately ignored the way his black slacks fit him. Damn, the man always knew how to fill out an outfit.

 “Not long enough,” you muttered.

 The smirk on Chris’ face said he’d heard you loud and clear.

 “Or too long. Miss four years miss a lot,” Chris said from his new spot next to your brother, arms crossed over his chest with on hand up, rubbing just underneath his bottom lip and his eyes flicking up and down your frame.

 It was then you noticed the slight bit of grey in his beard. An evil smirk spread across your lips.

 “Four years was enough time for you to grey I see old man.”

 Chris smirked as your bother laughed loudly.

 “Alas, not everyone can be blessed with young blood with not one grey hair on any part of their body.”

 You shifted to your other leg resting your hand on the other hip. Feeling the win for this round, you smirked but caught his eyes once again skimming you, slower this time.

 “You know what they say, with age comes knowledge and with youth—inexperience. Is that how it goes Binky? The corner still your favorite place to be?”

 You scowled and glared at him.

 “At least I’m not desperately hanging on to my frat days,” you muttered sitting back down with your back to him.

 Again the win felt like yours. Then you felt the heat beside your head.

 “No need to, I’m at my prime and the best shape of my life---I could teach frat boy me some things.”

 He said it just below a whisper, but his voice held plenty of taunt in it, plenty of—something else. Glancing to the side at him your eyes met bit neither of you spoke again.

 “All right, everyone to their corners,” your brother said pulling Chris back.

 You stood and tried to shake off his words, and the way his eyes pierced into yours.

 “Well I’m going home. Enjoy your boy’s weekend,” you said walking to the door.

 Yvette kissed your bother once more and followed you.

 “I’m sure I’ll see you again before the weekend is up binky. I’ll be here for four long days.”

 You slammed the door behind you and clenched your jaw.

 “It should be a crime for him to still have his good looks,” Yvette said before she pushed the button for the elevator. You didn’t respond. You were not about to agree with her no matter how much you did in fact, agree.

 “He likes when he gets to you. I think he lives for your sparring.”

 “He needs to live for his Centrum Silver vitamins.”

 Yvette snorted and laughed loudly getting on the elevator that opened going down. Before the doors closed she leaned closer.

 “More than ten years and still you two drive one another crazy. Ya’ know, there is a way to get rid of the tension between you that only requires a flat surface and doesn’t involve speaking.”

 It took a few moments for you to get it, but your jaw dropped when you did. Yvette smiled as the elevator doors closed and another opened ready to take you upstairs to your apartment. Did she just suggest you hate fuck your brother’s best friend?

 ~~~~~~~~~

 Five hours later, her words were still on the brain even though you’d done several things since leaving your brother’s apartment. You’d managed to get through your end of the week cleaning, get ahead on a few love, romance and fashion articles for the web magazine you worked at, accomplish an hour or two of shopping at your favorite mall, grabbed take out from your most loved restaurant and even ate it while you and your friends facetimed and group watched a few episodes of your friend watch show all the while drinking down several bottles of wine and trash talking everything and everyone you knew.

 There were no way Yvette’s words should still be in your head but there they were wafting around and even floating in the air of your apartment.

 Ya’ know, there is a way to get rid of the tension between you that only requires a flat surface and doesn’t involve speaking.”

 As you finished yet another glass of wine, your mind wandered to some of those surfaces. Your eyes dropped to the coffee table in front of you, the rectangular dining table in the dining area, the kitchen countertop that was just in view thanks to your open floor plan, the window seat in front of your large bay windows hell even the floor caught your eye and the ottoman resting on it. Shit you thought, grabbing the wine bottle, and bringing it to your head forgoing the glass altogether.

 “Eh-em, excuse me Ms. Ma’am, what was that sound that came from you and what the hell are you doing to that bottle?”

 Your attention went back to your iPad and Nicole’s question. Then you realized your tongue was swirled around the spout of the bottle and your hands gripped around the thick middle.

 “It’s not a dick, Y/N.”

 They all laughed in an uproar. You rolled your eyes then took a mouthful of wine and put the bottle beside you.

 “Where was your mind just now?”

 You stayed quiet.

 “Was it on a certain tall, white, and handsome best friend who is now in town and showing out all over social?”

 Your fingers itched to grab your phone to see what Mona was talking about. Was he showing out? Resisting the urge, you grabbed the bottle instead and took another swig.

 “Are you talking about her nemesis, Chris? Y/N I heard he got finer than fine,” Delaney piped up.

 “Got? The man had always been fine. If anything he got finer. What is he thirty-five?”

 You snorted. “Try forty.”

 The peanut gallery tuned in all talking over one another debating if he truly was forty and why he didn’t look it and wondering if he performed like it. With each debate your curiosity piqued. To be truthful, your curiosity had truly piqued four years ago when you’d seen him shirtless in swim trunks and rocking a chest full of tattoos. You knew he liked tats and that he’d even added a few over the years but that is what you thought he had—a few. A few it was not, the man was tatted up like he was part of the Irish mob, rocking an enviable six pack, swole biceps and an ass to bounce two nickels off of to make ten cents, and sporting his Boston accent all over the place.

 Your intense reaction to him was one of the reasons you avoided him the four years. If he came to visit you made yourself scarce, never appearing around him. In the four years he’d probably seen you a handful of times all over facetime and from the neck up. remembering his frame from earlier you realized now that he’d bulked up even more. You took another gulp of wine then grabbed your phone. You were a strong woman but why be strong when you could give in. You found his social media and looked at each of the eight pictures he’d posted since you’d left the apartment. There were two shots of him and your brother, one of them in a party bus with their other friends, men you’d seen plenty of times, most from your brother’s college days. The six that followed show the decent into debauchery the night had taken.

 They were surrounded by drinks, bottles, women and food. The last picture he posted was of him seated and a bottle girl in his lap holding a rather large bottle of Dom as it sprayed into the air. His hands were wrapped around her stomach, and they looked happier than two turtle doves. Chummy, you thought giving your eyes a quick roll.

 “See em’? He is thotin’ tonight,” Toni added.

 A mixture of saltiness and annoyance filled you. The man had been a thot since the first day you met him with you were barely eighteen. A memory of accidentally interrupting him with not one but two barely dressed big breasted girls that eerily looked alike. They hadn’t noticed you when you walked in and continued the three way kiss they were taking part in while their hands entangled with one another’s feeling over their bodies.

 The carnal sounds of their kissing and moans filled the room and you should have looked away immediately but there was a ten second lag where his eyes met yours while he continued to kiss the possible twins. The look in his eyes was such an intense one that it made a deep part of your belly bubble and tingle like a freshly uncorked bottle of champagne shooting an effervescent waterfall of sugar and loose inhibitions out over a crowd of rowdy partyers. Before the feeling intensified, you bolted from the room. Thirty minutes later, your brother officially introduced you to each other and the look that you’d noticed in his eyes thirty minutes ago was hidden better but still glimmers could be seen. It was mischief.

 Every time you saw each other you saw that look—every single time.

 “Y/N!”

 Snapping out of the memory you returned your attention to your group facetime.

 “Girl you know that man is fine!”

 They all laughed together as you brought your wine bottle to your head and that is where it remained until it was empty.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Saturday-

 The honks from outside could be heard clearly and were steadily getting louder with each passing minute. You tossed to you side and groaned. Another loud blare of a car horn echoed around you, and you flopped to your back. A loud disgruntled groan left you as you slapped a pillow over your head. Even that wasn’t enough to grown out the four honks that came after.

 “What the fuck!”

 You kicked off the blankets in huff of aggression then flung your eye mask to the side of the room and stomped to your large industrial steel factory style windows and lifted the latch that allowed you to open it. Sticking your head out, you let it rip.

 “People are trying to sleep!”

 You were ten stories up and probably looked like a nut job, but you didn’t care. This was just disrespect at this point. Slamming the window shut you hurried to your bathroom eyes still mostly closed. After a quick squat on the toilet, you stood in front of the half body vanity mirror looking at your blurry reflection. Groaning, you rolled your neck then began washing your hands. With your toothbrush in hand, you lazily brushed wishing you were still in your bed wrapped in the cozy blankets and back in the dream you were rudely woken from.

You drifted back to the last scene of that dream. You were sitting comfortably in your living room lounging around and in walked brother’s asshole best friend also known as Chris. He wore the tightest white shirt and medium wash jeans that hugged his waist so right. In his hands he carried a trey of treats—strawberries, small diced melon and wedged apples and pineapple. When he approached he took his place behind you then began feeding you the fruit teasing your lips with their juices. 

When he tipped your chin up and brought his lips to yours, a small moan escaped you. He kissed you with expertise, and a passion that stole your breath but when he brought those lips to your neck you melted. Chris’ hand cupped your right breast then trailed lower and lower until they disappeared inside your barely there lounge shorts. You gasped and arched off of the couch, his name a whisper of a cloud on your lips.

 Slowly your face came into focus in the mirror and horror filled you.

 “What the fuck!”

 You leaped back as if his reflection shone back at you.

 “What the fuck? What the fuck!?”

 You spit the toothpaste out then rinsed your mouth as if you were trying to rid it of more than toothpaste—maybe his kiss. As you thought of it again you gagged.

 “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

 You pressed your face close to the mirror and peered into your eyes.

 “Get a fucking grip. You hate him. He’s disgusting.”

 Those facts were not enough because you still saw his lips.

 “He’s your brother’s best friend and he’s a whore!”

 Still your head was not letting it sink in. It was still stuck on his lips, the imagined feel of them, the taste of his mouth that looked like it could taste of sugar and spice and every single thing nice. Your head was lost—a goner. Groaning you grabbed your breast the one he’d cupped in your dream. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and your reflection caught your eye—it was that reflection that had you tearing your hand away from your body.

 “Get a grip! The dick might be good, but you don’t want no parts of it!”

 Nodding, you wiped your face and mouth then walked back out on a mission for the strongest cup of coffee you’d ever made in your life. It was not you regretted those three bottles of wine. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what to expect, you knew that particular brand of wine crept up on you then knocked you down hard. Rubbing your forehead, you finished the distance of your long hallway then turned into the open concept living room, dining room and kitchen. It was then the scent of the coffee hit you like a pillow to the face.

 From where you stood you saw no one and wondered why you smelled coffee. You took a few steps toward the kitchen but stopped when the empty bottles and take out caught your eye on the coffee table in the living room.

 “Fuck.”

 Changing course, you walked into the living room, bent, and gathered the four empty bottles of wine and the now empty food container. When you turned, you stopped in your tracks. There in the kitchen at the long concrete top island stood Chris with wide eyes, a dropped jaw, and an equally as frozen stance as you. Oh my god, you thought. He wore a crisp white t-shirt and the same medium wash denim jeans as you’d dreamed less than ten minutes ago.

 “Oh my god,” you whispered.

 Neither of you moved a muscle, you just stood there taking one another in. The way the shirt fit him accentuated his ripe and in his prime figure. He wasn’t full of shit last night when he’d said it. He looked it. your eyes trailed to his trim waist and the sliver of flesh peeking through thanks to his raised and outstretched arms.  A tattoo looked back at you and from where it was you knew it was a new one—one you hadn’t clocked the last time you’d seen him shirtless.

 You were so lost in your examination of him that you didn’t realize until now your eyes weren’t the only ones roaming. His were slowly raking across your figure. that was when you thought to look over yourself. You didn’t make it too far before your eyes stopped at your breasts that were pretty visible through the cropped sheer pink lace tank that not only was low cut in the front to show off the swell of your breasts but see through enough for the shape of them and color of your nipples to be impossible to hide. It all came back then. The bottoms you were weren’t bottoms at all. it was a matching lace thong.

 You snapped your head up and knew he’d seen it all.

 “Oh fuck!”

 Your loud voice did nothing to break his gaze. Still his eyes were glued to you, even when you dropped the things in your hands to cover yourself the best you could.

 “Chris!”

 Stirring, he dropped the things in his hands to the counter then slapped his hands to his eyes.

 “Fuck!”

 “What the fuck!”

 You were panicking now and the only thing you thought to do was run. So that was what you did. You ran from the living room right back to your bedroom, mortification filling you. You buried yourself in your bed under the covers and screamed into your pillows as you tried to come to terms with what just happened. Everything played in slow motion in your head and every single detail only made you feel more embarrassment. He’d seen you practically naked. He’d seen your body.

 After a few short minutes you leapt up and crossed to your floor length mirror and looked at yourself. Yep, there was no way he hadn’t seen anything. Your apartment was well lit and bright, and you were even standing before the windows that gave you the best natural light for your selfies. You thought back to how his eyes roamed your skin and you groaned. He’d taken in every detail. Spinning around, you looked at your bare ass then clasped your hands over your mouth and screamed.

 “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

 Thanks to you being bent over to get the bottles, he’d seen your ass too. You stood there still and now in shock. Your brother’s best friend who you’d been dreaming about appeared in the same outfit from your dream and seen you practically naked.

 “Oh god.”

 You paced your room trying to figure out what to do. How were you going to go back out there? How were you going to face him from this day on? You pulled out your robe then tied it tightly against your body. It was then you thought on an important note—what was he thinking about your body. You hated it but you wondered how you stacked up to the tens of women he must have slept with in his lifetime. You groaned then slapped your head.

 “What does it matter, Y/N? it doesn’t. It’s not like you’re ugly. You’re happy with your body. All your exes loved your body, you love your body. It’s a hot body. You’re hot!”

 You nodded then shook your head. You sounded like an idiot.

 “What the fuck is he doing here? How the fuck--.”

 Your anger took over and you stormed out of your room ready to kick his ass. When you stepped into the living room again he bolted off your counter. You noticed his face was red.

 “What the fuck Chris!”

 He raised his hands and backed up as you got closer.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

 “You’re sorry? What the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck did you get in here?”

 He held up a key that you knew was your brothers. Your jaw dropped.

 “Fuck no! Where did you get that?”

 “Your brother. He gave it to me. He said you guys have breakfast every Saturday morning and said it was cool,” he rushed out.

 Narrowing your eyes, your anger reached new heights.

 “So you just what decided a little breaking and entering into a woman’s apartment without her knowledge was a good way to start your Saturday?”

 “I didn’t break and enter. I have a key.”

 You rounded the corner of the island and you saw he knew the error he’d made. Raising his hands again he backed away.

 “Y/N,” he cautioned. “Wait---wait---I called. I left a message, I even texted.”

 You paused and sighed in frustration. You’d long blocked his ass.

 “Fuck!”

 “Check your phone you’ll see. I didn’t mean to—over step and see--,” he stuttered. You spun around glaring at him.

 “See what? What’d you see?”

 The struggle his eyes were going through to remain topside was evident. It would have been funny in any other situation but not right now.

 “What’d you see?”

 “Nothing! I saw nothing.”

 After a few moments, you backed off and left wide space between you trying to ignore how your skin tingled being close. The silence stretched and introduced awkwardness into atmosphere. You groaned and caught whiff of coffee again then moved to pour yourself a large mug. As you fixed your drink you took in the spread of breakfast foods across the island. There were corn muffins, bagels, scrambled eggs with cheese, croissants, sausages, bacon, smoked salmon shavings, an assortment of jams and jellies and a few other items. When your eyes landed on the fruit selection you took in the pineapple, apples, melon and strawberries and you groaned.

 “Oh fuck!”

 You turned your back to it and took a big gulp of the coffee ignoring the burn on your taste buds.

 “I know corn muffins and the turkey variety of bacon is your favorite,” he said in a timid voice.

 Good you thought, he wasn’t so self-assured right now.

 “I even got the fruits you like. Pineapple and strawberries are your favorites right?”

 You didn’t answer and chose to ignore the fact he knew your favorites. He was not going to charm himself out of this blunder.

 “Come on Binky. How do you think I feel seeing my practical sister--.”

 You spun around so quick the liquid in your mug sloshed over the rim dripping onto your fingers. You ignore it.

 “Excuse me? Your sister? I’m not your sister. We have no relation.”

 Chris’ eyes locked with yours. “You’re right. I guess since it’s been so long—I see you—saw you kinda--.”

 “Like a sister? Is that how you see me?”

 Chris’ eyes dropped to your chest and seconds later he darted them to the side then sat on the stool on the other side of the island. Whatever he was going to say was gone.

 “I’m sorry.”

 The door then opened and in walked your asinine brother who would give someone your apartment key without thinking anything of it. He trusted this fool that wholly. He probably didn’t think any harm could come of it.

 “Hello, hello, hello! I brought the cheese Danishes and the thing.”

 As he got to the island he stopped and glanced between the two of you. “Uh—is something wrong?”

 You clenched your jaw and took a big gulp of your coffee trying hard not to fling it at him.

 “Did you wake her up, C? She only gets cranky when she’s woken up.”

 If only he knew, you thought to yourself taking the stool nearest you and dragging it the furthest from Chris.

 “Here, maybe this will make up for this,” your bother said sliding a pastel pink wrapped gift your way that was topped with a white confetti dotted ribbon.

 “What’s that?”

 “A gift. Chris got it for you.”

 You paused and glanced at him. He averted his eyes.

 “Open it.”

 “I don’t want it,” you said before you thought about it.

 “Come on, Y/N. This rivalry you have has to end. He thought about you on his way here and brought you a gift. Accept it. It’s definitely not like you to turn a gift down.”

 You glared at him then rolled your eyes. He made you sound like a gold digger.

 “Tell her Chris.”

 “It’s okay man, if she doesn’t want it I don’t want to force her. I’ll just return it.”

 He spoke without looking at you. Was he now ashamed of what just happened? As he reached for it, you got the urge to grab onto it like it was your precious and you were Gollum, so you did touching his hand in the process. Chris’s eyes met yours for a moment and it wasn’t shame you saw there. It was something sweltering, something complex, something--. Before you could place it, Chris yanked his hands back as if your flesh were hot coals and averted his eyes again. What was that?

 “Open it,” your brother said through a mouthful of food.

 Slowly you untied the ribbon then rested it beside you then got started on the wrapping paper. You took your time taking Chris in as you did it. He looked nervous, maybe even anxious like he was worried you wouldn’t like it. Your curiosity piqued even more. After a few minutes, you had the gift box in front of you ready to open. When you did, your breath hitched. Flexing your fingers, you hesitated.

 “What is it?”

 Before you, was a lamp like fixture that was all gold and intricately designed. Your bottom lip quivered so you snapped it between your teeth. You took in the lamp and smiled as you saw the replicas of star constellations you knew well. It was the night sky. You lifted it out of the box noting the heaviness. It was possibly real gold.

 “What is that?”

 “The constellations in the night sky,” you softly said.

 From your peripheral you saw the side of Chris’ mouth quirk up just a touch. It was then you noticed the gold dome could be removed, so you lifted it and another intricately designed gold design appeared. This one was different from the first. Again you lifted it and revealed another, then another. In total there were four and you understood instantly.

 “Why so many?”

 “Because the constellations in the sky are slightly—,” Chris began

 “Different depending on the season and when you look,” you finished.

 Your eyes met and the anger and annoyance you felt for him minutes ago faded. This was a thoughtful gift. You loved the stars and constellations. You didn’t know he knew that about you.

 “Is this real gold?”

 Chris cleared his throat then nodded. This was an extremely thoughtful gift you thought. Pulling yourself together you cleared your throat, straightened your back then began packing the lamp away.

 “Thank you.”

 “You like it?”

 Meeting his eyes you held it gaze.

 “I love it.”

 Something flashed in his eyes and that something made your stomach flutter. Both of you looked away from one another at the same time. Your brother clapped his hands once and smiled.

 “Finally. A truce. It only took over a decade.”

 Now you wondered something else. Why would he get you this? It was thoughtful, personal, some would even say intimate. Why would he bother?

 After breakfast you showered and dressed then joined them for a shopping trip that they insisted on. Every store you went into, they followed. Normally your brother would moan and groan about shopping with you but with Chris as his company he had plenty of entertainment. Chris didn’t even look bothered by your store hopping antics. He quietly walked around not groaning once about the items you piled into their hands.

 When you tried on outfits and modeled them your brother was the one with most of the critique while Chris remained silent. Though his mouth was shut, his eyes took in every detail of the outfits you chose. Every so often you noticed his eyes on you from across the store, noticed how his eyes weren’t as scrutinous as they had been before. Now there was something else there, something that felt dangerous to suss out.

 Nearly two grand and five hours later, the three of you sat in a restaurant for lunch. While your brother and Chris talked about some baseball game, you scrolled through your phone ignoring them. Bringing the straw in your glass to your lips your chewed it. The burn of eyes bore into you making you glance up to find Chris’ eyes on you—or your mouth. The darkness of his gaze heated your skin more than the sun shining through the window beside you. Dropping his eyes, you looked back to your phone unsure when he began affecting you like this.

 “Y/N?”

 You turned to find Elijah standing there with a wide smile.

 “Elijah.”

 “Hey there beautiful.”

 You stood and gasped as he pulled you into his arms for a tight embrace. The scraping of a chair against the floor echoed in the restaurant and you peeped back to see Chris standing with a confrontational look on his face.

 “It’s cool. What’s good Elijah?”

 Elijah and your brother dabbed each other up while you studied Chris and his odd reaction.

 “Elijah is our Binky’s boyfriend.”

 “Ex, you interjected unsure why you felt the need to clarify.

 Elijah chuckled nervously making you feel a little bad about it.  “Yeah, ex,” he reiterated.

 “This is Chris. She’s like a sister to him.”

 There goes that connection again. Like a sister. Hearing it now you wanted to cringe.

 “Oh cool, cool. Elijah man, nice to meet you.”

 He held his hand out and waited for Chris to shake it. It was a slow process but eventually he took Elijah’s hand and shook it.

 “A beautiful woman can’t have too many brothers looking out for her.”

 An audible gag escaped you and their eyes fell to you. “Sorry. Ignore me.”

 “Am I seeing you tonight, peaches?”

 Automatically you felt embarrassed at the nickname he’d given you after the first time he’d tasted you.

 “Wow, Lijah,” you warned gently slapping his toned gut.

 “What’s tonight, Binky?”

 It was Chris who asked standing taller. You looked between him and Elijah wondering why the testosterone levels hade jumped.

 “Freaknic party,” Elijah informed. “Peaches always makes an appearance.”

 “Aight, cool, then we all should come. Right?”

 Chris looked to your brother who looked confused but nodded. He didn’t look at you though.

 “That’s cool right Elijah?”

 It’s all good. The more the merrier. Anyway peaches, hit me up.”

 His smile was wide and so damn sexy. He made it easy to forget what you’d broken up.

 “We’ll see.”

 He laughed then dipped down and kissed your jaw.

 “Aight, stay up man.”

 With that Elijah was gone and you all were sitting again.

 “Why does he call you peaches?”

 Your eyes met Chris’.

 “Cause none of you ever wanna use my name. You so damn nosey!”

 You went back to your phone, but you still felt his glare and it was hotter than the sun—much hotter.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 You didn’t think anything of lunch as you began to get ready for your night. You went through the bags of clothes and shoes you’d bought earlier and tried to find the best one. When you were elbows deep in clothes you noticed a bag from a store you hadn’t gone into. As you dug into it, you pulled out a shoe box and marveled at the impressively blinged out pair of heels.

 “Wow.”

 A card at the bottom of the box caught your eye and when your read the words you knew who they were from.

 Saw these and thought they’d look nice. Pink is a good color on you, binky.

 -C

 You scoffed. The man wanted this heel right between his eyes or better yet right between his legs. Mischief sparked in you. You’d show him. You pulled a slinky pink metallic dress from one of the bags and laughed to yourself. Let’s see if he’d still call you a baby now. For the next hour, you primped and primed yourself layering scents, applying your make up, adding some body glitter and even making your hair into the perfect specimen of seduction. Tonight was probably going to be Elijah’s lucky night but just for one night. Was it fair to him? probably not, but you didn’t care right now. You wanted to get your rocks off, shit it was verging on to a need.

 When you got to the club you smiled and hugged everyone you knew. Everyone complimented your look telling you how good you looked. Eating up the praise you took a few selfies and posted them to your social media. No use letting the look go to waste. From behind you, you heard your name. Turning, you gawked seeing your brother and Chris standing there. Instantly Chris’  eyes scanned your body before he clenched his jaw.

 “What’re you two doing here? I thought this was boy’s weekend.”

 “It is. We just told everyone to come here tonight.”

 “I don’t need a chaperone.”

 Your brother shook his head and looked you over.

 “No just a gate keeper dressed like that.”

 You glared at him. “Don’t need one of those either.”

 “Don’t worry, you got two,” your brother said motioning to Chris beside him.

 Kissing your teeth you turned and walked away knowing they’d see the low back of the dress. You gave no fucks. You felt the eyes drawing to you as you walked through but when no one approached you knew Chris and your brother were close behind you scaring everyone away. Sighing you slid into a booth and they both slid in beside you, sandwiching you in the middle.

 “You’re fucking kidding. Space.”

 “Nope, not tonight.”

 Elijah came over then wearing a black and white ensemble and a smile.

 “Hey there peaches.”

 You smiled widely. “Elijah, finally. A drink?”

 “Of course.”

 “You pushed yourself up onto the booth seat knowing your entire thigh was on display but not caring. Elijah reached for your hand, and you took it stepping onto the table and escaping the clutches of your chaperones.

 “See ya!”

 Laughing you let Elijah lead you away only glancing back to stick your tongue out at both of them. No one puts baby in a corner—or in this case, the middle. Once at the bar, Elijah looked you up and down and licked his lips.

 “You showin’ out tonight, huh?”

 “Nah. Not even a little.”

 He laughed and shook his head. “I can imagine your brother and like a brother are losing their minds tonight.”

 “He is not my brother,” you said on an exasperated breath.

 “So what is he?”

 You looked back to where they were sitting and found your brother’s attention elsewhere with his other friends that were now swarming the table, but Chris’ eyes were locked on you, and he looked pissed.

 “He is my brother’s best friend—that’s all.”

 Elijah came closer to you dipping to your ear. He was so close you felt his lips against the shell of it. Before that would have made you shiver—or something. Now, there was nothing.

 “He doesn’t look at you like that’s all.”

 The fuck, you thought. Glancing at Elijah he nodded. “Just sayin.”

 You looked back to Chris and still his eyes were boring a hole into you. You snorted; Elijah was mistaken.

 “You’re wrong. He even said he sees me like a sister. Calm down.”

 Elijah wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him. “Just making sure you know what’s up, girl.”

 You laughed. A few minutes after your first drink was in you, Elijah led you to the dancefloor and this was where the fun began. Elijah had always been a good dancer and he liked to show off often. You allowed him to lead you into a sexy, dirty dance and let him touch on your waist and back. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t touched on before. When you were flush against him, Elijah nipped your neck then whispered in your ear about how sexy you looked and how delicious you smelled. You wondered how long he’d been here and how much he’d had to drink.

 Turning you pressed your back and ass into him and winded your hips. Elijah could handle himself and liked to let you know it and he didn’t let you break him not even for a second. You laughed.

 “See girl, I can handle your ass.”

 You snorted. “Boy, you can’t handle it. Hence you being an ex.”

 Laughing at his reaction you pushed him away then walked off the dancefloor. From the corner of your eye, Chris caught your eye leaning against the railing of the balcony. Had he been watching this whole time? You approached him once you climbed the steps.

“Enjoying yourself?”

 “Not as much as you.”

 “You’re welcomed to go. I bet you can find a scene more your style, or maybe a bottle girl can sit on your lap here too.”

 He scoffed. “IG stalking?”

 “Never. No man deserves that.”

 Not even me?”

 He leaned a little closer with one eyebrow cocked.

 “Especially you.”

 He laughed to himself then took a sip from his glass.

 “Why’s he an ex?”

 “Why are you so nosey?”

 “Just curious. It must not have been anything bad because you’re still—close.”

 “Not that close. Every once in a while we hook up but it’s nothing.”

 You saw the muscles in his jaw clench and your curiosity piqued.

 “Is that a problem?”

 He studied you and the scrutinous eyes were back. It was astonishing how one look like this from him made you feel small and submissive.

 “We all got needs right? Maybe don’t tell your actual brother that though.”

 “Ah but I can tell you—my nonactual brother. Right?”

 He looked at you again a half-amused smirk on his lips. “Yeah. Your nonactual brother.”

 You both chuckled to yourselves. After a few moments, you looked at him and took him in. He wore a nice coordinated blue outfit, a fitted sky-blue sweater vest inside a slightly different shaded blue blazer with matching pants. It was another good fit. Blue was definitely his color. Hearing him clear he throat; you found his eyes on you as your eyes were below his waist admiring the shape of his ass in those well fitting blue slacks.

 “Em. Uh—thank you again for the—gift.”

 “No worries. Maybe you’ll think of me when you use it.”

 “Is that what you want? Me to think of you?”

 Your eyes locked again. He slowly sighed. “You’ve changed a lot in four years binky.”

 You could hear the stress in his voice as if it was the last thing he’d expected or wanted.

 “Is that a bad thing?”

 Chris looked away and spoke as he raised his glass to his lips. “Incredibly bad.”

 “Why?”

 “Nothing good can come from it.”

 You were confused. What was he talking about? He turned to walk off but stopped.

 “You coming, binky?”

 Shaking it off, you followed him back to the table.

 The night was spent drinking, laughing and dancing your ass off. You knew your brother’s friends were a good time, but you’d forgotten how fun they were. In between joking around with them you danced with a brave few who breached the huddle to ask you to dance. When that happened everyone’s eyes were on you watching to make sure none of them pulled anything. It was endearing but you weren’t some fragile dove who needed protecting. More times than not, Chris watched you, but he didn’t speak to you again and when your eyes locked his jaw clenched. It was bewildering, a puzzle you wanted to piece together.

 A few hours later in the middle of a dance with your brother, he pulled Chris over telling him to take his place while he refilled his drink. Both of you stood there in an awkward way unsure how to initiate a dance let alone together. Slowly you began dancing but your bodies remained very far from one another. In all your years of knowing each other you’d never found yourself in this situation. You doubted you’d even been on a dancefloor together.

 Suddenly a fight broke out behind you, a large body was hurtling right to you and the next thing you knew you were against Chris’ body with his arms wrapped around you. Your eyes met and everything happening around you faded away. There were no bodies, no commotion, no fights, hell even the music was gone. In the darkness of the club, you could still make out the exact shade of blue his eyes were—light icy blue. Good God, you thought noticing the way he held you.

 His hands gripped your waist and hip and the way he gripped you gave you an impression of just how big his hands were—they were mammoth sized. Your belly quivered, and the searing heat from those paws only made it worse. You could feel your nipples pebble underneath the thin material of your metallic dress, and you wondered if he felt it too. The grip of his hand on your hip tightened and for a moment his eyes tinted darker—much darker.

 “Fuck,” you whispered.

 For the first time you noticed your back was pressed to something and that was when you realized that in the commotion, Chris had gotten you off the dancefloor away from danger and you were not tucked into a dark corner. A very dark corner. Chris’ eyes never left yours and from the way your body pressed to his you knew he was built under that shirt. He was in the best shape of his life. Your eyes dipped to his chest where the hints of his chest tattoos peeked out along with a little bit of chest hair. He smelled good.

 “God damn,” you whispered.

 Chris groaned and the rumble of it only made your nipples harden more—painfully so. They were practically begging to be touched.

 “You—you okay?”

 You met his eyes again and bit your top lip. “You?”

 Chris’ eyes dropped to your lips and the longing you saw in his eyes made you press against him more.

 “Jesus,” he hissed out.

 “What?”

 “Unfuckinbelievable, you’re oblivious,” Chris forced out.

 The hand that was on your waist was gone and now pressed into the wall, caging you in.

 “Oblivious to what?”

 He looked at you and he almost looked like he was pleading with you for something. His hand on your hip tightened again and a flutter against your belly stole your breath. Before you could register what it was or acknowledge it, you heard him start with the first syllable of your name, but it was so low you could miss it, but what came out was not your name.

 “Binky.”

 He pulled away from you, steadied your frame, then dropped his hands. Keeping his head low he spoke.

 “Let’s get you back.”

 As he walked away it was then you realized why he only ever called you Binky and it wasn’t to tease you. It was to keep himself in check. That was an erection you felt against your belly. He wanted you.

  ~~~~~~~~

 The best laid plans often go awry. That was the theme of your night. By the time you made it back to your apartment it was nearly three in the morning, and you were alone. You’d left with every intention of getting Elijah behind you to relive an itch that had crept up on you, but you’d left alone with more of an itch and plenty of confused questions. After wracking your brain for answers and clues, you decided you were drunk and imagining things. There was no way your brother’s best friend and your nemesis had gotten a hard on from you. There was no way he wanted you like that, no way he saw you like that. Right?

 Sitting on your kitchen island with your bottle of Patron to your lips, you thought over the events of the night. You analyzed every word spoken from his lips. Ten years ago they weren’t so full, or so hypnotizing. You began to wonder if he’d had work done on them or had he just used them so much over the years that they’d just gotten better. You took another gulp of the fiery tequila and held your breath as the burn engulfed your mouth. As you thought over your night you kept coming back to the look of disapproval on Chris’ face. He looked annoyed whenever you were around anyone else, but looked angry when you were around him. What kind of confusing shit is that?

 “Nothing good can come from it.”

 His words echoed in your head.

 “What the fuck did that mean?”

 Then you remembered him saying you were oblivious. After another gulp you groaned.

 “It was a fucking erection. He was hard.”

 You didn’t imagine that shit or wish it so. It was so. Faced with it, you had to take another swig. As you did you heard the faintest of knocks on your door. It startled you so much some of the Patron spilled over your chest and down between your breasts.

 “Shit,” you hissed sitting quietly craning your head to hear better.

 When no sounds followed you dropped back across the island and stared at the ceiling. In the silence of your apartment and under the haze of the smorgasbord of alcohol you’d drunk through the night you finally faced the uncomfortable, terrifying, but certain truth.

 “I am attracted to him.”

 Another truth quickly followed. “I want him to want me.”

 This one you said on a whisper as if you said it with bass the walls would hear and carry the confession down the hall, down the stairs and right to his ears in your brother’s apartment where he was probably knocked out from his own alcohol haze. Sighing you closed your eyes.

 “You’re just drunk and horny, Y/N. That is all.”

 Deciding maybe all you needed was to rub one out, you propped your heeled feet at the edge of the island spreading wide for no one but your smart fridge. In your mind’s eye you imagined there was something there and that someone just so happened to have Chris’ face. Rather than pausing to think why, you forged ahead and decided to use the mental stimuli. Your fingers crept over your breast, squeezing and taunting your nipple before dipping down between your legs. You slid your slinky thong to the side you trailed the tips of your fingers over your slit. A hiss escaped you when you found what you knew you would—a wet slippery mess.

 “Fuck,” you croaked.

 You had intended to go slow and tease your release but that one touch and the vision of Chris standing there watching you tipped you over the edge. Your finger circled your clit using the moisture there as lubricant. After a few tight circles, your spine tingled and your knees fell back even more.

 “Uuugh. Chris,” you whispered.

 You imagined his cocky smirk and you slipped two fingers into your heat and pumped immediately upon entrance. Your back arched off the island and that was all it took for you to be off to the races. Your moans and pants filled the space and steadily became louder and more desperate. You squeezed your eyes tightly holding on to the image of Chris in your mind and how he would look watching you get off. Would he like how wet you were just for him?

 “Yes, Chris. Chris—haaaa, I’m so wet. Yes—make me cum, I wanna cum.”

 The fingers now making fast, wide circles on your clit and the two fingers buried within yourself picked up speed and the sound of your wetness squelching around your digits echoed in the kitchen. You were so fucking wet it was unbelievable. No one had ever made you this wet. You could feel the pressure building within you, feel the tension and icy hot tingles that resembled the painful pinpricks of an asleep limb. You felt like this was going to be a massive orgasm.

 Gasping you held your breath as the sensations overtook you and carried you wherever the hell they wished. You screeched and clamped your legs together, but your hands kept moving and inching you higher and higher and higher until your chest burned from lack of oxygen.

 “Aaaah, Chris, fuuuck!”

 Opening your eyes just a sliver an upside-down image of a blue blazer clad man standing just at your door flashed before you closed them for a few moments getting lost in the absolute bliss you felt. Your body felt weightless, like it was floating as tingles skittered all through you making you feel like you were magic itself, sheer powerful and ethereal magic. Your eyes fluttered open again and the figure still stood there. Through your blurry eyes you recognized the face—Chris.

 You smirked, a wide gleeful, intoxicated smile spreading across your face. You were so out of it you were still imagining him as you rode the waves of pleasure, pleasure that heightened because of his face in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, withdrew your fingers then brought them up holding your hand out as if you wanted the imaginary figure to taste them—taste you. Your eyes closed again and seconds later you swore you felt a warm mouth enclose around your dripping fingers. Soft pressure wrapped around them then you heard a heady groan.

 “So fucking delicious.”

 You smirked again. “Mmmm.”

 A soft lips pressed against your wrist then a sharp nic. Then your hand clattered to the island. Your eyes felt heavy and body barely there, fluttering your eyes open again you looked around, but you were alone. It was just you, sprawled out on your island countertop daydreaming about and cumming to the face of your brother’s best friend. You were so fucked.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Sunday-

  You groaned deeply as, Evan, the masseuse labored over you. He pushed into your flesh kneading your tense muscles not taking it easy on you per your request. Every time he applied enough pressure to realign a spine you groaned.

 “Are you sure it’s not too much?”

 “No—I need—all of this.”

 “Stressful day yesterday?”

 You scoffed remembering your actions last night. After your release on the island top and a quick nap that you awoke from in a fevered frenzy due to yet another wet dream. This wet dream led you to the shower where you once again found a release. Then when you thought you’d get some relief to sleep it was not to be, you went for round three and four back-to-back. You’d woken up this morning high strung and on edge. The softest material on your breasts sent you into arousal, everything sent you that much closer to needing to stick your hand down your pants. You’d never felt this out of control in your entire sexual life. this prepubescent boy shit did not happen to you.

 “I guess that’s a word for it.”

 “Well, I’m a good listener if you want to talk about it.”

 Putting words to the things going through your head were dangerous. Did you have the balls to face it? should you even face it? You wouldn’t see him again probably for another four years. did your current malfunction matter in the grand scheme of things? Once he left you could push it to the side and bury it in your closet never touching it again. Your horniness of today could be forgotten tomorrow. That was just what it was after all—horniness. Nothing more. 

It’s not like you wanted to go on dates, spend weekends together, cuddle in bed while whispering your secrets and fears, or have Sunday dinners with family, or exchange birthday gifts, Christmas presents or even kiss at midnight on new years. You didn’t want boo’d up or couple antics. Right? This was Chris Evans after all. Your brother’s best friend from college, his frat brother whose sordid past you knew all about. This was the man who’d teased you about everything, the way you dressed, wore your hair, did your nails, walked, talked, ate. Hell he even teased you over the men you dated or spent your time with.

 “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it,” Evan said breaking through your thoughts.

 “That’s not it Evan,” you said before you sighed. “The thing is I think I might want to—to have sex with my brother’s best friend.”

 You closed your eyes allowing the words you said to float in the open air for the first time ever.

 “Sooo—have sex with him.”

 You snorted then laughed loudly. He made it sound so simple. Men, you thought.

 “I’m sorry am I being obtuse? “

 You glanced back at him, “Obtuse, Evan?”

 “What? Men read too.”

 You snorted and nodded laying back down. “You right.”

 “Seriously. What’s the problem with that? There must be something that’s a no-no about it.”

 “He’s my brother’s best friend—my older brother’s best friend.”

 “So he’s old? How old?”

 “Maybe forty.”

 “Forty? Is this a young forty or didn’t age well forty?”

 “Young in the prime of his life forty,” you replied.

 “Girl you better buss it open.”

 You laughed again hearing Evan voice the words you’d screamed at yourself internally.

 “I don’t see a problem.”

 “So it’s not a no-no when you think of my brother?”

 “You’re not fucking your brother.”

 You nearly vomited in your mouth.

 “Sorry, but am I right or right?”

 Sighing you nodded.

 “Don’t let an older man scare you away either. I am currently boo’d up with this man who is nearly sixteen years older than me. I was apprehensive at first but honestly we have a lot in common and the bedroom—sheets on fire.”

 You squealed for him.

 “Now you gotta be honest with yourself. Is it you wanna fuck him or be with him?”

 “Nope. I don’t wanna be with him,” you quickly corrected.

 “Okay then it seems you know what you want. Get it poppin’.”

 Were you over thinking this?

 Two hours later, you were in your elevator arms filled with shopping bags and a slightly new outlook. You’d been getting ahead of yourself. You had no confirmation that this was something real and not imagined in your horny brain. You were here operating like it was said and done but it wasn’t. He could seriously not even want you like that. He could really just see you as a sister and then that would put all this in perspective. You were getting way ahead of yourself.

 Once the doors opened on your floor, you walked to your door and found a package sitting there. You found your name and your brother’s name on the box and instantly knew it was a care package from your parents. They were crazy. They only lived thirty or so minutes away. They could easily bring things to you but that one time when they walked in on Yvette and their son was one time too much. They vowed to not do stop bys anymore unless it was scheduled in advance. You usually opened them together then divided the spoils.

 Grabbing the box, you turned right back around and walked back into the still waiting elevator. A few moments later the doors opened on your brother’s floor. It didn’t take long to get to his door and when you did you used your spare key. You walked inside and placed your bags down then put the box on the dining table. After taking out your EarPods you heard a muffled voice.

 Freezing you listened trying to decipher whose voice it was. You took slow steps to the closed doors. Your brother’s was silent, but you could not hear clearer. It was coming from the guest room. It must have been Chris. For some reason you didn’t think he'd be here. You knew your brother was out getting a cut and just expected him to have taken Chris along for the experience. Guess not, you thought.

 You made a move to leave but then you heard a deep, guttural, exaggerated and plenty accented “fuck.” Your head snapped to the door while you stayed right where you were. A long hiss came next and a yelp. Curiosity took over then. With steady and cautious steps you approached the door of the guest room listening extra carefully. A loud groan followed nearly startling you out of your skin stopping you in your tracks. When the door didn’t open you closed the space and leaned on the wall pressing your ear closer.

 “Ahhhh, yeeeees!”

 Gahdamn, you thought. You had no idea his voice could get so deep. That was all it took for your panties to moisten. You pressed closer needing to hear more. It was obvious what was happening. He was getting a nooner out. You heard strangled whimpers and several huffs of breath—pants. He was panting and he sounded so desperate. You thought of the way he stroked himself. How did he like it? Slow and tight? Fast and lose? A mixture of the two? Was he going fast now? What was he thinking about? Did he rub his thumb over the tip to tease himself more?

 “I’m so fucking hard for you. Yes! Play with that pussy.”

 Your fingers tingled with the desire to move; you knew where they wanted to go. Fighting the urge you pressed your ear closer. His pants were no breathy, eager, and so fucking sexy. He moaned again, hissed then yelped. With that one yelp your hand clamped over your breasts. You’d never been happier to have gone braless. You slipped your hand under the hang of your crop top and teased your nipple.

 “Arch that back. Fuck I’m gonna cum. Ah, shit! Delicious.”

 You could hear his strokes now he was going for it, and you would have given anything to watch him go. His moans became muffled as if he were clamping his hand over his mouth. He said something muffled that you couldn’t make out, so you got closer. You were practically pressing your ear to the door now.

 “Fuck! Y/N!”

 The shock of it made you gasp. Realizing you’d made a sound you slapped your hand over your mouth. Before you could rush off the door flung open and there he stood with a flushed face and in a white men’s tank and black sweats. Neither of you spoke, you just stared at one another. His chest heaved like he’d been running but you knew that wasn’t why. Your eyes fell to his chest where his gold St. Christopher’s chain hung around his neck just between the peeks of his chest tatts. Had you been immune all these years? Had you worn some unknown talisman that blocked you off from all of this and now it’s effectiveness had worn off? Where the fuck was all this coming from?

 “Uh---,” Chris began.

 “I didn’t hear anything,” you rushed out turning to walk off, but Chris’ hand grabbed your wrist pulling you back and right up against the wall. Your breath hitched from the action but when your eyes met his, your knees nearly gave out.

 “No? Nothing?”

 Your eyes locked, you didn’t dare speak so you shook your head.

 “Nothing at all?”

 He stepped closer. You could feel the heat rolling off of him, coaxing your body index to raise. You were in deep shit.

 “Nothing? Not one word, or a sound, or—a name?”

 His face came so close all you had to do was take the remaining two or so inches. Still, you didn’t move or speak.

 “Is this payback? Me hearing you, now you hearing me?”

 Confusion swirled in your head but slowly you understood. Last night. You didn’t imagine him at the door. You didn’t imagine him watching you with your back arched off the counter. Your eyes bugged. If you didn’t imagine that then—he’d watched you get off with his name on your lips. Lips. His mouth.

 “I can still taste you. Guess I know why he calls you peaches now.”

 Holy shit. Your knees chose that moment to give out, but he was right there holding you up and against him. You could feel his hardness. He was still hard. Chris looked from your eyes to your breasts that were painfully pebbled and pressing against his scantily clad chest. His jaw clenched again.

 “Jesus fucking Chris, binky.”

 With that he pulled off of you backed to the opposite wall to press his back against. He looked like he was in pain.

 “Get outta here.”

 He said it softly, but you stayed where you were.

 “And if I don’t?”

 His eyebrow flicked up and those blue orbs scanned your body as he licked his lips.

 “Then I am going to do something that your brother will kill me for.”

 Still not moving you bit your bottom lip. “Such as?”

 He scoffed and shook his head. “Something you don’t want.”

 “What makes you think I don’t want it? I could want it—very much.”

 Chris took a step to you, stopped then backed away. “Get outta here, Binky. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

 “I have a name.”

 “Oh I know your name.”

 “When will you use it?”

 Chris cocked his head to the side. “This isn’t a fucking game. Not one of our battle of the wits or words. This is--.”

 “What is it Chris? Is it you wanting to fuck your best friend’s sister as much as she wants to fuck you?”

 He sucked in a breath, dropped his head back and put his hands on his head rubbing his face.

 “You’re going to—go Binky. This isn’t happening.”

 With that he walked off going back in the room slamming the door behind him leaving you in the hall to face the rejection.

~~~~~~~~

 That night you decided a home night was what you needed. The last place you wanted to be was around Chris or your brother. So after a rejuvenating bath, you put on your comfiest set, lit every candle you owned, turned on your mellow out playlist and indulged in one of your favorite bottles of wine. The quiet was welcomed. You had no problem being alone, a lot of times you preferred it. With the lights off and the celestial lamp Chris gave you on you found your nerves easing. A lot had changed this weekend. He wanted you as much as you wanted him, but he had a point, if he acted on it their friendship could be ruined. Was one night really worth that?

 Your hormones said yes, it’s well worth it but they’d been friends for such a long time. They were really close. The trust between them was on a whole nother level. It would be crossing a line. Right? You guzzled the wine not stopping until it was empty. As you walked across to the kitchen to get another bottle you decided to avoid him for the remainder of the time he was here. That was the only way for this to fade away. Space and time were all that was needed for this all to be a distant awkward memory. Hell maybe one day you’d both laugh about it.

 You walked back to the living room, but the bell stopped you. After a quick glance at the clock, you approached it. It was after eleven. You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. Peeping through the hole you looked into Chris’ face. He was staring right at you. Slowly you backed away.

 “I know you’re there.”

 Still you remained quiet and brought the wine to your head.

 “Come on, Binky.”

 “What do you want?”

 He didn’t speak automatically, and you went closer wondering if he’d left. As you went to the peep hole you heard his voice and stopped.

 “God help me---you.”

 “I don’t know what that means.”

 He released a groaned sigh. “You know what it means.”

 “Good night Chris.”

 “Fuck. Don’t be difficult. I know you want me as much as I want you,” he said lowly.

 “Did you expect this to be easy?”

 He groaned. “Nothing is ever easy with you.”

 “So speak your heart or go on and jerk another load.”

 “I want you. I want to—touch you, to smell your neck, to hear you whisper my name as you take my cock. Jesus Christ, I want you to take all of this cock. I can’t stop—thinking about it—about you.”

 Your belly did somersaults.

 “I want to taste you—again and again.”

 It should have been shameful how wet you got hearing this. You still wanted to hear one more thing. So you waited. After a minute Chris sighed.

 “Y/N.”

 It was a strangled whisper. Bingo, you thought as you unlocked the door opening it just a little. Chris looked you from head to toe then licked his lips.

 “Say it again.”

 He walked inside, kicked the door shut with his foot then said your name again. Gahdamn his voice was deep again. You continued to back away from him, but he followed, stalking you like a predator. When you felt the island at your back, you put the wine bottle down and allowed him to close the space between you.

 “Are you sure?”

 “You sound scared old man. I thought you were in the prime of your life.”

 His lips quirked and seconds later he was on you lifting you then plopping you on the countertop.

 “You and this mouth.”

 “What about it?”

 Chris grabbed the nape of your neck bringing your face to his and whatever sly comment you had ready to fire at him disappeared on your tongue. The look in his eyes made you feel like he was going to devour you.

 “Mouthy girls need their mouths stuffed. Is that what you want?”

 You nodded. Chris’s hands came to your crop top and before you knew what was what, he was ripping it in half revealing your bare breasts to his eyes for the first time.

 “Fucking Christ!”

 When his lips came around your nipple you arched back jutting them further out for him to feast. He did just that. His mouth and tongue sloppily devoured your pert nipples licking, nibbling, biting and marking. You didn’t care, it felt too good. Your moans tumbled from your lips and filled the space around you. When you felt liquid streaming down your chest, you opened your eyes and found him pouring the bottle of wine you’d been holding over your skin. His mouth was there to slurp up the liquid. Any droplets he missed his tongue took care of. When he dipped his tongue into your belly button, you instinctively draped your legs over his shoulders.

 The bottle clattered to the countertop and his hands found your G-string panties and again the material was ripped. He grabbed your thighs and pressed them apart back to the counter and stared at your sex. The way he looked at you should have made you self-conscious, but it didn’t. You wanted him to look. You wanted him to know that this pretty pussy was always here, and he’d been missing out.

 “Such a pretty pussy.”

 “It tastes good too.”

 Chris smirked then buried his face between your legs. His intention wasn’t to tease you. No, it was to shut you up. He’d told you plenty of times your love of talking back would one day get you in trouble. You wondered if this was that day. You gasped loudly when he sucked your clit into his mouth and applied so much pressure you thought he’d bruise you.

 “Ah, fuck!”

 You gripped his head, digging your fingers into his hair using it to steer his head. Chris wasn’t having it though. He wanted full control. When you began bucking against his lips sliding your wetness across his lips and beard he moaned. Pulling his head back he locked eyes with you then spit on your pussy. Holy fuck you thought, he was nasty. It wasn’t long before he motor boarded your pussy, making you drop back onto the counter completely. Writhing against the cold surface you panted, moaned, whimpered, and cursed every imaginable curse in the English language.

 “Fuck Chris!”

 “Mmm, this pussy is delicious.”

 He quickly flicked his tongue against your clit then sank two of his digits inside of you.

 “Goddamn you’re tight, Y/N.”

 He pumped his fingers into you a few times each time taking them further and further, when he used his thumb to swirl your numb you saw stars and not the light show currently going on above you from the lamp.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 Before you registered it you felt him rub himself against your sex. Snapping your head up to look your jaw dropped seeing him for the first time. He was hard, girthy and bigger than you expected. Your eyes met again, and his brow was cocked but he waited.

 “Fuck me.”

 Chris scoffed then spit on your pussy once more, though you both knew it didn’t need any more moisture. You were one category below a Tsunami. He pressed forward sending the thick tip in and lord hard mercy you didn’t think you could take a slow decent. Locking your ankles behind him, you pulled him in sucking his  full length into your body.

 “Holy Fuck!”

 The wideness of his eyes said he was just as shocked as your body was. Though it was humming from bliss, his size was a bit of a shock. The two of you must have been feeling the same thing because seconds later Chris’ lips were on yours locking you into a kiss—your first ever. He didn’t kiss the way you’d expected either. This was the kiss of a man with experience, a man with swag, a man with passion. As his tougne swirled around yours, you began rolling your hips moving your body like a tsunami wave fucking him as he stood there. When he whimpered you knew you had him, however he pushed you down onto the counter, gripped your hips then plowed into you.

 “Oh god!”

 He moved with precision as if he knew just what your body needed. With every thrust, he nudged that special spot within you that you knew you’d be begging him to hit again and again.

 “Yes, yes, there! There! Fuck—me!”

 His thrusts sped and his grip tightened. When he moved his hands from your hips to your thighs he splayed you open like a freshly gutted fish and went to town. The bright spots of light you saw behind your eyes intensified and you knew you were close.

 “You feel so good—better than—Uuugh!”

 Suddenly a look of aggression came across Chris’ features and that was when he lifted your bottom half off the countertop hitting a whole new angle. That was when your first orgasm erupted from you. You clamped down around him. The action that would have made any other man cum only made him fuck you harder. You yelped as he pulled you up then yanked you to the edge of the counter so only half your ass sat. He sunk into a slightly squatted position then pistoned upward like his cock was a rocket shit and your depths was the expanse of space that he wanted to fully explore, claim and mark.

 Your skin tingled, lungs burned, and ass hurt from the press of the hard countertop into your flesh, but you ignored it. It was all worth it because the pleasure you felt was something otherworldly, something transcendent, something alien.

 “God damn Y/N, you make me want to cum, but I can’t. I can’t stop fucking this tight juicy little pussy.”

 You gripped his shoulders then slid forward a little then began riding him as he pummeled your pussy with everything he had. Chris shouted then released a sound that to you sounded like a growl. You didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew was you were rounding on orgasm number three and your body was still on fire begging for more.

 “You take this cock so well princess. So—fucking—well!”

 Squeezing him you let your release take you and when you heard him whine your fourth overpowered you. Chris held your hips right where they were then used your body as he saw fit. You could tell from the look in his eyes he’d lost all control, all senses and was only chasing the same rainbow waterfall that you’d touched several times already.

 “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”

 “Cum for me baby, cum for me. Give this tight pussy everything you have.”

 “You want it?”

 “I want it.”

 “You want this cum, Y/N?”

 “Yes, fill me up, mark this pussy up!”

 Chris squeezed your hip and ass, laughed forward once, then twice and on the third thrust you fell apart at the same time he did. The gush of him filling you up was so overwhelming that your body gave out. Chris’ quick thinking brought you back onto the counter just in time. He flicked his hips forward with baby thrusts still reveling in his release. You didn’t know how long you stayed there but you knew everything was different now. Slowly you began laughing. Chris weakly popped his head up, resting his chin between the swells of your breasts. As you laughed they softly slapped against his face.

 “What’s so funny?”

 “Nothing—just—just thinking.”

 “What?”

 He raised up but not by much, just enough to take your nipple into his mouth and suck, bringing fire right back to your flesh.

 “This is what I’ve been missing out on all this time.”

 You felt him lurch inside of you beginning to harden again if he had even ever softened.

 “Not satisfied?”

 You scoffed then shook your head. Chris raised his brow.

 “I’ve always been a greedy woman—and this pussy--,” you squeezed him for emphasis.

 “Is even greedier.”

 A slow smile spread his lips. “Greedy girls get fucked within an inch of their life.”

 “I’m counting on it.”

 You at up and crashed your lips to his. Chris lifted you holding you in the air with just the tip of his intrusion filling you as your lips and tongues danced together. Your eye caught the time and you smiled on his mouth.

 “Happy birthday old man.”

 He groaned then dropped you down onto his cock full force. You screeched as he filled you completely with the brutal help of gravity.

 “Prime of my life. I hope you know that you will get no sleep tonight.”

 You smiled.

 “The lord did say there is no rest for the wicked.”

 You kissed again and he carried you through your apartment. Sleep was the last thing you wanted tonight. 

The absolute last thing.

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Who Wants to be a Dumbass?

Summary: Seungkwan wins the olympic gold medal in overthinking in under an hour and Jeonghan wins some money on the side.

▸ Pairing: Seungkwan x AFAB!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+, humor, f2? Minors / Ageless accounts DO NOT INTERACT. You will be blocked.

▸ Warnings: suggestive dialogue

▸ Word Count: 961

▸ A/N: More for KBCS’s Bon Voyage Bingo event! Prompt: Sunscreen (yes again but different lol) Kisses for @shuadotcom my forever-beta!

Seungkwan has been pacing for the last 20 minutes trying to make sense of this, but the longer he thinks the more he works himself up. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. He spies his phone light up on the coffee table in his periphery, reminding him of the unread message waiting for him. Really deep breath in, ok? 

Finally, he grabs the device, bracing himself as he reads over the preview of your texts.

Y/N💐: i wanna go to the pool tomorrow, but… 11:23pm Y/N💐: Attachment: 1 Image 11:25pm Y/N💐: Kwannie :( 11:35pm

The attachment is dangerous. When he saw the preview come in 20 minutes ago, he glimpsed your bottom lip, quirked up just slightly. And from what else he could see in the minimized image, it also included your chin, neck, and the suspiciously bare expanse of the top of your chest. You’ve sent Seungkwan plenty of selfies, but something was different about this - he just knew it. But different how? What would he see when he actually opened his messages and saw the photo in its entirety? What if you sent something by accident? What if…what if you sent something on purpose? Seungkwan lives a moderately stressful life, but this is definitely the most stressed he’s ever been. The thought of seeing his crush - seeing what he’s pretty sure could be the love of his life, actually - indecently shoots equal parts excitement and terror through his veins. It’s that excitement that pushes him to unlock pandora’s box.

He enters his password and holds his breath. Y/N💐: i wanna go to the pool tomorrow, but there’s no one to help me put my sunscreen on! will you help me? 11:23pm The image beneath the message is better than anything Seungkwan’s imagination could have conjured up. You’re smirking, chin up and confident. His eyes stroll down your neck, past your collarbones to your exposed upper chest, image cut off just at the top of your cleavage. White sunscreen is smeared everywhere - oh. Oh. It looks a lot like cum. Like Seungkwan's wettest dream that he has on a regular basis at this point. As if you’ve never applied anything to your skin in your life. As if your hands suddenly stopped working. As if you specifically wanted Seungkwan’s hands to do the work instead. 

When he eventually does remember how to breathe, he reaches out to a lifeline. In times such as these, it’s helpful to phone a friend. “It’s midnight, loser, what do you want?”

“Y/N sent me a bunch of stuff and I’m freaking out,” Seungkwan cries, numb to Jeonghan’s (typical) greeting.

Jeonghan sighs dramatically on the other line. “You’re always freaking out. What’d she say?” “She sent me a photo.”

There’s rustling and suddenly Jeonghan’s voice is so much clearer in the receiver. “What kind of photo?”

“Y-You know. Like, a photo.”

“Like, a photo-photo?”

Seungkwan is still reeling from the image of you in such a suggestive pose. “I guess? Maybe? I don’t know.” Shit, what if he’s blowing this out of proportion? What if he just saw what he wanted to see?

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’? Did she send nudes or what?”

“No!” Even though he was literally just imagining you naked, hearing anyone else talk about you like that makes Seungkwan almost offended on your behalf. “It’s just her chest and–”

“Tits count as nudes.” 

“It’s not her-” why is he whispering? - “boobs, it’s just, like, the top of them, you know?”

“I don’t know because I can’t see the pic and you’re being a bitch.”

Y/N💐: hey Seungkwan the read receipts are on i’m sorry can… 12:03am

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Jeonghan tries again, “Just try to describe it.”

“There’s, um, sunscreen? I think? All over the top of her chest. It looks kind of like… Her face isn’t even in it. But she said she’s going to the pool tomorrow and needs–”

“Yyyes!” Jeonghan claps. “I called it!”

“Pardon?”

“Shua and I were betting on who’d confess first. I was right, naturally.”

This guy.

Wait, is this a confession though? Seungkwan really needs to check his messages. What if he wasn’t supposed to look? No, that text was for someone else. Oh no. He shouldn’t have looked. He’s such a fucking creep. You’re never going to talk to him again. “Seungkwan!”

“Yeah? Sorry, man. What if she’s not into me like that?”

“Are you dumb?”

“Jeonghan, shut up. It’s just that - what if it was a butt dial?”

“Oh my god, you are dumb!”

“Look, I’m just–”

Y/N💐: Facetime Video

“Fuck, Han, she’s facetimeing me!”

Another clap from Jeonghan. A condescending sendoff wrapped with love. “Break a leg! Just tell her the truth!” The line clicks dead and Seungkwan is left staring at your incoming call with seconds left to pick up. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no rrreally deep breath in no no no no no exhale through the mouth no no no no no. “Y/N?”

“Seungkwan, listen, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just misinterpreted–”

“I-I’d love to rub sunscreen on your tits!” Seungkwan gasps loudly and covers his own mouth, mortified. What was that? Now he’s definitely a creep and this will be the fumble that haunts him to his grave. 

You’re not saying anything. Did you hang up? No, you’re still on, but you’re not saying anything. Phoning a friend right in such a critical moment was the absolute stupidest–

“Actually, there’s something else you could rub all over my tits if you want?”

“...Pardon?”