#so today! we went to buy a new mirror for my room

[the-girl-who-cried-wolf]

I think if you were the moon I'd be the sun. That's probably why we're too far away.

I haven't listened to this song but it showed up on pinterest and I thought of you!

Also how was your day 🤍🤍🤍

mais!! hello!! these lyrics are so lovely, thank u for sharing 🥺 the sun and moon dynamic really is one of those things that i can never get tired of <33

[lemmesayimyourbiggestfan]

Make me

Sirius Black x fem!reader

in which James planned you a blind date with your nemesis

requests are open!

word count: 2,1k

warnings: language, drinking

...

"I'm so tired of all the boys. I swear, there is not even one normal man here in Hogwarts." you grumbled despairingly as you landed on the couch in the common room next to James.

"Oh sweetheart, so I take it the date didn't go as planned?" he chuckled.

You covered your face with your hands and loudly exhaled.

"Well, we did go to Hogsmeade but instead of Honeydukes he took me to Scrivenshaft's quill shop. Stop laughing, this isn't even the worst part. He then kept blabbering on about some new type of rainbow ink that he, in his own words, just has to buy."

At least James tried to not laugh as much as he desired to, though you wouldn't blame him - because what the actual fuck.

"Oh, I just love hearing of your escapades, Y/N. Such a shame, though; me and Lily are desperate to find another couple to go on double dates with." he smiled while pouting his lips mockingly. You punched his arm with surprising strenght.

"Just no more guys like Mr. Rainbow Ink, please." you laughed.

James looked as if he wasthinking of something and after a moment of silence, his whole face lit up and you knew that whatever he thought of was no good.

"Just leave it to me, 'kay? I'll find the perfect guy for you and arrange a blind date."

"Fuck no." you said immediately, knowing that James would singlehandedly mess up.

"No, no, just hear me out, okay? I will take this job seriously, in my own interest. I promise not to make a joke out of it."

You rolled your eyes in answer but didn't argue further.

"Plus, I think I have the perfect candidate."

At that moment, you should've already known that something will go really, really wrong.

...

Three days later, James already had everything planned out and was nearly jumping with excitement. Well, you didn't really share that feeling. But for some reason, seeing your childhood bestfriend so invested in finding you the best match made you soften and not argue that much.

"You know that this Friday is the Celestial ball, right? So, your date will pick you up at five and please, dress nicely so he doesn’t change his mind. Yeah, that's probably all you need to know." he gave you a wicked grin.

"Why the secrecy?" you raised an eyebrow at your friend.

"Nothing, just making sure it's an unfiltered experience for you."

“At least if he turns out to be another idiot, I have an excuse to get hammered.” you grinned.

“That’s the spirit!” James bumped your shoulder excitedly and you couldn’t help but smile at his childish happiness.

But when you tried to think of even a single person with whom he would set you up, your mind went blank.

Who are you gonna be, stranger?

…

In preparation of the upcoming ball, Lily and Dorcas braided your hair into a sort of messy half-up-half-down hairstyle and you girls shared quite a laugh when they tried to get you into your very - very - tight dress.

With your black high-heels on, you examined yourself in the mirror. Your Y/H/C hair looked so sexy tied liked that and you decided to go with the same messy vibe regarding your whole look. From the smudged black kohl lining your eyes and the bold dark-red lipstick to your floor length burgundy dress with black lace adoring its edges. Oh, it might have been just a bit too slutty for such an occasion, but you didn't mind at all. You and Marlene always enjoyed wearing things just a smudge out of pocket.

You also liked shy boys stuttering when they looked at you. You hoped your escort would be one of those. You grinned at the thought and left your room with a light step.

"I see you take this date seriously." James nodded at you approvingly as he watched you approach him in front of the Great Hall.

"Yeah, yeah, dream all you want." you rolled your eyes. "Where is he?"

"Darling, getting all pretty and dressed up for me today, aren't you?" a voice purred behind you and it affected you in the same way a bucket of icy water would.

Oh no. Oh fuck no.

"Are you fucking serious?" you gritted your teeth at James and he paled when he saw the murderous look on your face. He better.

"Darling, he’s with Lily, remember? He wouldn’t be fucking me. But you, on the other hand… You know how my usual dates go."

You turned to face that ridiculously handsome face of Sirius Black. That fucker was you nemesis since the moment he saw you on the Hogwarts Express sharing a booth with James. It didn’t matter to you that James found a guy bestfriend – you were okay with sharing the same pedestal with another – but Sirius, on the other hand, just purely despised you for it. So after two yers of trying to settle this tension between you two, you gave up and started to treat him the same way he did.

And that nickname, that god-forsaken nickname; it drove you crazy and you both knew it.  

”I’m not spending even a second of my time on this… existence.” You spat at James instead, wisely ignoring that egoistic shit and silencing all your witty retorts. In your fourth year, you once wrote an entire list of those retorts, spending all your nights sitting crouched over that one piece of paper with anger flowing freely in your veins.

Obsessed much? a small voice in your head whispered.

“I think that if you give this a chance-“

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“Angry already, darling?” Sirius purred and your knuckles turned white from you trying so hard not to break his perfect nose.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face before I do it for you.” You have been such a fool for trusting James to do just one thing right. Now you would do anything to be here with any of the guys you were previously complaining about. But instead, you were left with the only person you truly hated. So much for an unfiltered experience.

“Oh, are you gonna kiss me, Y/N?” Sirius smiled even wider.

“This was probably not a good idea.” proclaimed Lily as she approached you three.

“Probably not.” James nervously tugged at his hair.

You and Sirius were just staring daggers at each other. And after deciding this staring contest was fucking ridiculous, you just turned on your heel and began walking back up the stairs.

“Oh, darling, leaving so soon?” Sirius shouted at you and every head in the hallway turned your way. You turned around and bared your teeth at him, not caring that you probably looked like a wild animal.

“Stop fucking calling me that.” Your voice was cold as you took the tree steps it took to reach him. Even though Sirius was towering over you, you felt as if you were looking down your nose at him.

“What, darling?” he puffed, one corner of his lips turning up. He was toying with you, you knew it. And you hated that he knew it, too.

“Yes.”

“Or what?” Sirius stepped closer and you felt the tips of your shoes touching his. With every rise of your chest you could feel the fabric of his shirt.

Before you could say anything back (which would be hard because, apparently, your mind just went blank at Sirius’ closeness), James tugged at your elbow and walked you to an alcove nearby.

“What the fuck, James?” you spat at his accusingly. He winced at your words as if you had hit him.

“I just- Well, I don’t have to justify my gut feeling to you, but I think you guys should get over your hating phase and start acknowledging the chemistry between you two,” he whisled slowly at that, “So please, hate me all you want tomorrow. But tonight, just give him a chance.”

You looked over his shoulder back to Sirius. He was talking to Lily and it wasn’t a smirk on his face but a soft smile that has not even once been aimed at you. That fact made you queasy. You knew he wasn’t always an asshole – it was only in your presence that he got so riled up. But, you thought, it would be nice to be smiled at just like that.

“Okay. But just tonight.” You were surprised by your own words. Were you an idiot for saying that? You didn’t know.

“Thanks,” James sighed, relief lacing his words. He took your elbow again and brought you back to the group.

“I’m gonna get myself a drink. Maybe two.”

Lily giggled at James’ words and grabbed onto his arm and the two of them hurriedly left. That meant you and Sirius were left alone, which was very, very dangerous. You started walking to the bar without looking back at your escort, because all you really needed at that moment was a strong ass drink.

“Firewhiskey, right?” Sirius asked you when he caught up to you. No matter how fast you tried to go, he infuriatingly and casually kept his pace next to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him. In answer, he shrugged. “I just know.”

You tried to shake off the feeling that embraced you after realizing he somehow knew your favourite hard liquor.

 You also didn’t know how to react to the fact that Sirius paid for his and your drinks that some students smuggled into the party for a laughably ridiculous price.

As he handed the cold glass to you, your fingers touched, just barely. You told yourself your heartbeat was quick because of your temper, no other reasons.

“I don’t think you realize just how angry you make me.” You smirked ironically at Sirius, the alcohol already burning sweetly in your throat.

“I have that much of an effect on you? I should be flattered.” Sirius retorted. But it was not an angry answer, just…. A playful one. And you had no idea what to do with that.

“Don’t think you’re all that, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes. “Should I ckeck for a poisoned drink? Or a love potion?”

You knew you were dancing on the edge of a very sharp knife. But somehow, that made it much more fun.

“Don’t think of me so poorly, darling. As if I needed a love potion to get you on your knees and beg.”

“In your dreams, Black.”

“Yes, in my dreams, darling.”

You froze at that. Was he actually impying he dreamt about you being on your knees, begging before him? But of course he did, that arrogant prick. He always had to feel superior.

But that didn’t stop the blood from seeping into your cheeks - but you blamed your blush on the firewhiskey.

So in answer you just took another sip of your drink. Were you an idiot for flirting with him? But were all those quarells of your shared pasts actually any different from flirting? You’ve never been so confused.

“You really aren’t making this any easier.” Sirius mumbled but instead of your eyes he looked around the room. Thank Merlin the music was so loud that any awkward silences were swallowed up by it.

“As if you are?” His eyes met yours and you had to fight the instinct to fight with him, to get closer to yell at him - or get closer to kiss him?

Instead you got yourself another drink, just so you could do something with your hands.

“Slow down, tiger. Didn’t think you actually hated my presence so much you would rather get hammered.” Sirius mockingly frowned and before you could react, he snatched the glass from your hand.

“Give it back, you little fucker.” You growled and tried clawing at his raised arm. But he was a lot taller than you and to be honest, your attempts were just meaningless.

“Make me.” And maybe it was that crooked smile of his, or how good he looked in his suit or how soft his hair looked in the dim lights, that made you reach on your toes and kiss his infuriating dirty mouth that made you want to combust most of the time.

How was it possible that his lips were so intoxicating but the words that usually came out of it were so infurating?

But you forbid yourself to think of all those things. Instead you now easily reached for his hand and grasped your glass, snatching it from Sirius’ weakening grip.

“Made you.” You smiled. The bewildered look on his face was worth it. “I didn’t fluster you, did I?”

Sirius gave a startled laugh. “You clever little vicious thing.”

And he leaned into you, his nose touching yours, your breaths mingling. “Now do it again.”

[perfectlyoongi]

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who asked you to draw a star for him to tattoo on his ring finger. you and Jimin met on a starry night, your first meeting was under the stars, the beginning of your relationship was blessed by the various celestial stars; it was obvious that Jimin thought of you in every shining light in the sky, in every ancient constellation — and who better to carve your eternal love than you? “it’s a promise, you know? a promise that we will love each other forever.”

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who likes it when you comb his hair on slow winter mornings. still cuddling in gentle sleep, Jimin sat in your bathroom as he lazily watched you in the mirror; your hands moved delicately, your fingers already knew every strand of Jimin's hair, wrapping themselves in his hair with expertise and precision, always leaving him satisfied with your work. “do whatever, i trust you. just let me sleep for a moment.”

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who buys matching onesies for your home movie dates. an extensive and colorful collection filled your wardrobe, tails and ears and hoods filling as much space as they could; in the comfort of the warm fabric, in each other's arms, with your snacks, your night went on for hours, only stopping when your eyes decided to create their own fantastic movies. “today we can use the stitch one and watch a disney movie. oh! a new one came out recently. come, lie down beside me.”

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who gives you a bouquet of lego flowers on your first anniversary. why buy real flowers that would be consumed by time, taking with them the proof of Jimin's love for you? the lego flowers were eternal, resistant but endowed with a delicacy that made them always beautiful — just like your relationship with Jimin. “and when a new flower comes out, i will buy it and make it and give it to you because our love is always growing and will never wither.”

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who jumps and screams and hugs you and kisses you every time his photocard appears in the album he gifted you. whenever Jimin gave you a new album, his heart fluttered with anticipation, while his eyes searched for reactions on your features to the photocard you hid from him; and, oh, when he saw himself, it was as if your love was confirmed by the universe, as if that photograph was proof of the veracity of your love. “i knew my photocard was going to come out! it’s destiny to be with me forever, seriously!”

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who likes to run around the house chasing you, listening to your excited screams and threatening a tickle attack. Jimin felt like a child by your side, always pure and safe, and so his most playful side came out in a small and fun tickle fight. “come here! don't run away from me! i just want to show my love for you.”

BOYFRIEND!JIMIN who said he loved you when you arrived home after a sudden rain soaked you from head to toe. the rain had caught you by surprise when you were getting home and now, in the comfort of your walls, with water still dripping from your hair, and clothes and laughter filling the room, Jimin just looked at you and as soon as he saw how happiness illuminated you, he just confessed. “liking you is so easy when you are simply divine. i love you.”

[w2soneshots]

INside -Angry ginge

words: 0.9k+

warnings: none.

summary: you enter the inside house and quickly get along with a particularly attractive ginger boy.

notes: hello loves! I’ve had so many people asking for more angry ginge fics so here’s a one off😉. Enjoy!!💓🫶🏼

Today I'm going into a house with nine other people for a week. No connection with the outside world, no internet and with mostly strangers that I've never met. It's for the sidemen's new reality show. I haven't been told much about it so it will be quite a surprise.

The taxi dropped me off outside and I grabbed my suitcase from the boot. I pushed open the heavy door to reveal what looked like an airport security. I furrowed my brows. "The fuck is this?" I walked through the scanner then read the signs on the mirror. "Smile for the camera." I pulled a face then popped my suitcase onto the conveyor belt. Once I was finished I opened the door on the right.

The house was quiet when I made my way up the stairs. "Hello?!" I shouted out. I walked into the living room. "Hey!" Joe ran towards me. "Hi! I can't believe you're in here!" We shared a quick hug. I've known Joe for years. It was nice to know that someone I knew was in the house. Then another guy stepped forward. "Hello. I'm Morgan." He greeted me with a cute smile. I smiled back. "Hi, I'm y/n."

The next to arrive was Chloe (who I know since I was on her podcast), followed by everyone else. They all seemed nice but I could tell that there was a few people in it just for the money, which I understand but I want to make friends and just have some fun. We picked our beds. I ended up between Morgan and Manrika. We all sat down on the sofa to have a chat. After a little while Miniminter, Vik and KSI walked into the room. Everyone erupted in cheers and claps.

"Welcome to inside!" JJ started dramatically. "You will all be battling it out for a prize fund that starts out at one million pounds." Everyone clapped once again. "As you guys can see, there's not much in this house. That's because everything costs money." Vik said, putting on his best presenter voice. "No Vik no!" Joe joked. Simon began, "We're going to be opening the shop so you can buy whatever you want, but you're going to be paying for it through everyone's prize money." Vik went on to explain all about the shop, the daily challenges and food (we only get basic stuff unless we want to purchase it from the shop).

They left soon after and we continued to chat away. Until the tv screen lit up, reading 'the shop is now open'. Everyone raced downstairs. "Two grand for the pool balls?! You're taking the piss." Ginge stared at the board. "You have to pay for a shower? Are you fucking joking!" My eyes widened. I really didn't want to have cold showers every day.

After a long conversation about the shop and trying not to spend anything we all went upstairs. Then lunch arrived. It was freezing cold rice and chickpeas. I genuinely could not force myself to eat it, it was disgusting. Everyone went to eat their food then me and Ginge slipped away from the group to go downstairs. We giggled as we hurried into the shop. "I'm fucking starving." I ordered a packet of crisps and a fizzy drink. He ordered the same. We sat on the floor and ate in peace.

After the first night I slowly began to catch feelings for Morgan, and Chloe was quick to notice. "But do you find him attractive?" She asked me as we got ready. "I don't know. He's tall and he's cute." I replied, not making eye contact with her. "Oh you definitely like him!" She chuckled.

It started to become a running joke in the house. The way we looked at each other, our banter and the fact we always sat next to each other. Me and Ginge didn't talk about it directly but one day Specs was telling me about the conversation he had had with Morgan and it was very interesting. "He said that he would go on a date with you if he got the chance." "You're joking?" I was slightly surprised and I didn't want to look like a mug if Specs was just having me on. "No seriously. He likes you y/n."

Ginge left the next day and I actually missed him. It felt weird not having him around. I ended up getting into the final three before I left. I was really happy for Chloe and Manrika. I also saw Morgan again, we shared a quick hug then I gave him the rundown on what happened after he had left. We filmed tiktok's, took pictures and then said our goodbyes. I felt as though I had made some really good friends and made some interesting memories.

A few days after the final I got a call from Morgan. "Hey!" I answered in a cheerful voice. "Hi, I just wanted to ask if you were free anytime this week?" He got straight to the point and sounded slightly nervous. "Are you asking me out?" "Uh- well- yeah." He stumbled on his words. "So Specs wasn't joking." I thought out loud. "What?" "I'll explain on our date. You free Friday?" I asked. Unbeknownst to me a huge smile spread across his face. "Yeah I am." "Great see you then."

After I decided the call I quickly rang Chloe. "Babe, you'll never guess who just asked me out!" I began excitedly. "Who? Wait! Ginge?! No way!" She screeched down the phone.

[starcrossedxwriter]

Princess’s Punishment (MBJ x Reader)

A/N: I didn’t have the energy to go back and find the two asks lol but this is a request from two folks for a kinky punishment story with. So enjoyyyy!

Warnings: degradation, name calling, NSFW, lots of kinks (spanking, cockwarming, etc)

***

“What do you think?” You gave her fiancee a model-like twirl so he could examine your outfit from all angles. 

Michael glanced up from his phone and the email he was typing, letting out a low whistle as his eyes swept over your perfect frame. 

“That dress gon’ get you into trouble, Princess.” 

You threw him a coy smile before turning back to the giant mirror in the middle of the store. You were the only customer there, Michael preferring to reserve stores for an hour or two so you could have a private and serene shopping experience. It ensured everyone in the store was solely dedicated to getting you exactly what you needed and wanted. Most stores happily obliged, knowing that anytime Michael brought his princess in, the limit on his card was nonexistent. Today was no different. 

“That looks great on you,” a man offered as he emerged from the back of the store. His dreads were neatly pulled back out of his face. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, the exact type of man who would have once turned your head before you met Michael, the love of your life. But no one compared to the literal sexiest man alive in your eyes and that was a fact. 

You had never seen him in the store before but when the woman you typically worked with didn’t return, you realized he would be assisting you. 

“Hope you don’t mind. Jenn had a family emergency. I’m Marcus,” he reached out to shake your hm which you accepted with a bright smile. 

“Nice to meet you. Y/N,” you introduced yourself before turning back to the mirror, your hands running over the luxuriously soft material that hugged your curves. “Not sure this is the most flattering though.” 

“I have another dress in the back, we just got it in. Similar to this one but it’s perfect for you. Will be far more flattering. A body like that… you should show it off.” 

You did not pick up on the obvious flirting in his tone, particularly as that was the farthest thing from your mind. You merely nodded with a smile. “Thank you. That would be great. Can’t wait to see it.” 

“I’ll bring that and a couple other pieces. We technically aren’t supposed to show them yet but for a friend,” he winked at you. “I can bend a few rules.” 

“Really??” You were merely excited about getting an advanced look at your favorite store’s new pieces. 

“Of course. Be right back.” 

“Thank you!” You watched him for a few moments as he walked away before turning to Michael whose face was set in a scowl. “Everyone here’s so nice all the time.” 

“That nigga’s nice cause he wants to fuck you,” Michael grumbled, his tone signaling that he was not as pleased with the service as you.” 

Your jaw fell open before you laughed at the absurdity of the idea. Men rarely flirted with you, if ever. “Come on, baby. Don’t be silly. He wants us to spend money, likely to make his commission better so he’s just being extra complimentary.” 

“Nahhh, I watched him basically undress you with his fuckin’ eyes, Princess. Besides, I’m the one payin’ and nigga didn’t say shit to me. Acted like I’m not even here. I don’t like him.” 

You merely laughed, clearly not realizing that Michael was genuinely upset with the salesman. “Aww my grumpy baby. You don’t like anyone,” you teased before disappearing into your dressing room to try on more outfits. 

Outfit after outfit, you pranced around for your boyfriend and gave him a fashion show. He was thoroughly unhelpful as he loved 95% of the items you tried on and refused to help you narrow down the massive stack of clothes. Anytime you went shopping, he thought you should buy everything you remotely liked, even if you had one exactly like it in the closet at home. 

“What do you think? Don’t need both black dresses,” you muttered more to yourself than either man in the room. 

“You look perfect in both. Just get both.” 

“Not helpful, babe!” 

“I think you should get the one you have on. Shows off your body better.” 

“You commentin’ on her body a lil too much, my nigga,” Michael called out, clearly frustrated by Marcus’ innocent compliments toward you as you finished trying on clothes. 

“Michael!” You whipped your head around in shock at his rudeness. “Sorry, he gets very grumpy when we’ve been shopping too long.” 

“No apologies needed,” he raised his hands in surrender before making an excuse to go to the back of the store to get her something else. 

You scoffed once he was gone, you and Michael having a silent standoff. 

“That was hella rude,” you chastised him. 

Michael merely shrugged “Hella rude for him to openly flirt with my girl in front of me. He bold enough for that shit, he’s bold enough to take the heat.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Nah and what were you doin’? Flirting back with that nigga.” 

You let out a laugh at the absurdity of that statement. “Flirting back?? It’s called being nice. I only got eyes for one, very jealous man.” 

And with that, you disappeared back into the changing room to put back on your real clothes. You could not understand what was up with Michael as of late. He seemed to be so much more jealous than he used to be lately, snapping or glaring at any man who got too close or talked to you for too long. He had done the same thing at a premiere just last week. You had chalked the first couple times up to him having a bad day but now you wondered if something else was wrong. 

“You ok?” You asked as you both patiently waited for Marcus to package your mountain of clothes and accessories. 

His eyebrow was furrowed with an angry expression on his face. Still packing most of the weight of Erik Killmonger, he looked intimidating to say the least. But you did not understand what he could be that upset about, nothing had even happened. 

He did not answer you, merely handing Marcus his card to finish paying. 

“Need help getting these to your car?” Marcus asked, his hands already preparing to grab the heavy garment bags and smaller shopping bags 

“That would be g-” you started to say when Michael immediately cut you off. 

“Nah we got it.” His short tone made you cringe slightly, Marcus’s face blanching at the rudeness of it. 

He gestured for his security to pick up the bags and grabbed the rest himself before gesturing for you to exit the store. You merely offered a polite thank you before following him out of the store. 

***

As soon as you walked into the house, you started up the stairs to put your new items in their proper spots when he stopped you. 

“Princess!” 

“What’s up, babe?” 

His tone and face looked almost bored as he scrolled on his phone. “When you’re done, assume the position by the counter.” 

Your eyes grew wide with surprise. Assume the position was a clear directive in the Jordan household, one that let you know the relaxing evening you had planned was not going to happen. A sign that you had upset your master, and thus, must be punished. 

“What did I do??” The logical part of your brain was well aware he was not going to tell you. If your infraction was not obvious, he rarely told you what it was until the punishment had started. But as you racked your brain, you could not understand what on Earth you did to upset him. You had a really nice day together and aside from the weird interaction with the sales associate, he seemed fine. Then it clicked in your brain. 

His jealous streak seemed to not have ended earlier, after all. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. 10 minutes.” 

He did not spare you another glance before he disappeared toward the living room, leaving you gawking after him on the stairwell.

“Fuck my life,” you muttered as you raced up the stairs. You completely disregarded your original mission of putting your clothes away, you did not have time for that. 

Instead, you stripped down to nothing and pulled your braids out of their high ponytail. You went to your drawer and pulled out the various things you knew were required: your collar and leash, nipple clamps, flogger, blindfold, and ball gag. He did not always use them all and sometimes he used none of them. But that was another thing for him to know and you to find out. 

You descended down the stairs, your entire body almost floating with anticipation. You knew whatever he had planned would be the most delicious form of torture and that he would fuck you senseless once you begged for his forgiveness enough. 

Michael was leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone as he waited. Ingredients for dinner laid out on the counter. 

“Thinkin’ short ribs for dinner. Cool?” He asked, his voice completely calm and normal despite what you knew was about to happen. The sweet, doting finace who cared what you wanted for dinner would disappear and a new persona would take over. 

“Sounds good. Thanks, babe.” 

“You ready, Princess?” he asked, checking in as he always did before an intense punishment or scene, which you always appreciated. They were punishments but they were supposed to be pleasurable, in a way, for you too. 

“Yes, daddy,” you answered immediately, handing him all the toys you brought with you before sinking down to your knees before him. You spread your legs just enough for your flower to be on display for him, already wet and aching for his rough touch in the mere minutes he left you. The chill of the house caused the hair on your arms to stick up but you ignored it, things would heat up in a few minutes. 

You wanted to smirk as you watched his eyes cloud with lust but you kept your face neutral. Michael was gone and your master stood in front of you. And his perfect, submissive fuck toy replaced you, designed and ready for whatever pain or pleasure he was generous enough to offer. And the growing ache between your thighs revealed a simple truth: you loved every single second of being his slut. 

Your eyes remained trained on the wood panels of the kitchen floor as he silently studied you. The minutes stretched on and on at an agonizing pace but you did not lift your head or move an inch. However, you could not stop the little sigh of relief that passed your lips when you finally saw his feet come into your line of vision. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, your mouth falling open with a small moan as he squeezed. It was not hard, just enough to let you know he was there. More, you wanted to beg. That was the problem, it did not matter what he did. You just wanted more of it and more of him. You were so addicted to the drug that was Michael, it felt like a lifetime supply would not even be enough. 

His hand forced your head upward so you were looking directly into his expressive brown eyes, your favorite part of him. This position could have had you cumming right then. 

All you could think about was how good it felt to have his hand squeezing your throat while you rode his dick. The mere memory made your pussy clench. But that was not in the cards for you… not yet anyway. 

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He knew everything about his little fuck toy, exactly what his Princess wanted and needed. And there was not a man alive who knew it better. “Such an eager fuck toy for me. That’s why you were tryin’ on all those slutty clothes today? Think you’d get my attention and I’d come back here and fuck you like the attention-seeking whore you are?” He asked as he let go of your throat, much to your sadness, and started circling you. A predator sizing up his prey, indeed. 

You were not foolish enough to answer a single question he levied, they were rhetorical. 

“But I wasn’t the only man whose attention you got. Bet you loved that shit too… his hands on you fixing your outfits, complimenting you. Flirting with him, accepting his help right in front of your master. I should’ve fucked you right there in front of him to remind you that there’s only one man whose attention you should want.” 

The thought of that made your head spin. Him forcing you to your knees in the dressing room, fucking you from behind, claiming you and your body loudly for every person to hear. 

He gently put your collar around your neck, the fur lining made it more comfortable than it would have been otherwise. It was custom, Princess Y/N, embroidered on it. 

“Too tight?” he asked as he attached the leash to it. 

“No master,” you muttered. 

“Good.” 

He tugged on it, forcing you in step behind him. You bit back the moans this caused, him walking you around your living room and kitchen for a few minutes. He knew how much you loved to crawl behind him. It was clear he was trying to ramp you up as much as possible before the punishment truly started. And it was working perfectly. 

By the time you returned to the spot you started at in the kitchen, your knees in pain from the hardwood floor, your body was screaming for his touch. Your core felt painfully empty, you were desperate to feel him on you, inside you. He slid the blindfold over your eyes. 

You whimpered for a moment at the sudden loss of sight, sensory deprivation was a new game for you both and you were still getting used to it. 

“Say the word and the blindfold can come off, Princess,” he whispered. At your nods, he continued. “Face down, ass up. Legs spread. Don’t move a muscle.” 

You adjusted yourself to assume his favorite position. You hissed as your upper body laid against the cool kitchen floor but you made sure the arch in your back was perfect, your ass perched high in the air. Your legs were spread enough for him to see the glistening mess coating your inner thighs. 

“You disgustin’ cum slut. Crawlin’ like a whore made you that wet?” He degraded you, making your entire body shudder as his hands caressed your ass. 

“Yes daddy,” you breathed out, your brain already losing the ability to fully form words. The fog of pleasure was already heavy and he had not even started. “I-I’m sorry.” 

You tensed up sightly, knowing that when you least expected it, his caresses would turn into sharp blows that would make you cry out. However, just as quickly as he started touching you, he stopped. You could not feel his presence around you at all. You had not been given permission to move and you could not see him. You could not even sense where he was anymore. 

Had he left you there? Naked and unable to move like a statue? After a few moments, you heard soft footsteps not far away, causing you to exhale slightly. He was still hovering around. 

Minutes passed by, slower than you thought time could move, as he just left you there without  a single touch or word. But you followed directions, your legs would literally collapse before you moved a muscle. 

Your mind raced to understand why he was not punishing you. And after about 15 minutes of utter silence except for the sounds of him cooking, you longed for it. The sting of his palm, the fire of the flogger against your ass, your thighs, your back, literally anywhere at this point. But there was nothing. This was more of a punishment than the spanking. If you had been given permission to speak, you would have begged for your own torture at this point, would have begged for as many lashings as he felt you deserved for being such a shameless whore. But you could do nothing, nothing but sit with shaking legs in your disorienting haze of pleasure until he decided that you were worth even doling out a punishment on. 

It was clear to you why he chose that particular spot, a spot you knew was visible to him regardless of where he stood in the kitchen. You were on display. 

At that realization, you deepened the arch in your back to something you didn't even know was possible. You had to force yourself not to wiggle your ass in his face, entice him to light it on fire with his strength. 

“Couldn’t even last 15 minutes without daddy’s attention, could you?” You were not sure if you were allowed to answer. “You may speak, Princess.” 

“D-daddy pl-please…” you begged. 

“Didn’t seem to care about me earlier. Why should I give you attention now?” 

“B-Because… I need…” your words failed you. You needed so much in that moment. You needed the pain, you needed the pleasure it brought, you needed to be reminded what you were and whose you were. 

“You need what? Need me to make you cum? You’ll be grateful if I let you cum at all tonight. Need me to fuck you like the cumslut you are? Not sure you deserve my dick. Or you need me to remind you what happens to disobedient fuck toys who anger their masters? Need me to remind you who owns you?” 

“Y-Yes! P-Please… I d-deserve to be punished. I n-need it.” The words barely left your lips before you felt the first blow of the flogger against your ass. “T-Thank you,” you moan, savoring the sting and ache it left behind. 

However, you could not savor it long as he rained them down on every inch of your ass and thighs and a couple well-placed agonizing ones against your pussy that made you scream. You kept count, as was already required. 

“Keep your legs open, slut or I’ll add five more,” he demanded as your entire body convulsed as the flogger caught part of your clit. You forced your body to maintain the position, which took all your willpower. And to think, you begged for this. 

Tears were streaming down your face when he reached 29. That was the most he had ever done with the flogger as it was more painful than his hand and it was torture. However, you took it, the desire to use your safeword never coming to your mind. You would not be able to sit tomorrow but your entire body was on fire, hot, sweaty and desperate for him to fuck the shit out of you. 

When you finally said 30, you were proud of yourself for taking all of it like a champ. 

“That’s a good slut. You should see your ass right now,” he muttered. “So beautiful.” You could only imagine your entire body was completely red and you could feel a couple welts from where he punished you in the same spot over and over again. “You may sit up.” 

You whimpered as you stretched and moved out of your position, your muscles protesting. As you sat up, his hand cupped your cheek and wiped away the few falling tears. 

“Too much?” he asked quietly. 

“No sir. T-thank you for r-reminding me what I am,” you whisper. 

He helped you to your feet, your legs shaking slightly. 

“Let’s watch somethin’ on the tv. Short ribs are slow cookin’.”

Despite the pain in your body, you could not help but smile. This was what made the punishments worth it, this moment. You were happy he let you walk to the couch, giving you a chance to stretch your legs. You stood and watched, licking your lips as he stripped off his clothes before sitting down, his head dripping with pre-cum that made you want to sink to your knees and steal a taste. You licked your lips, longing clearly written on your face that made Michael want to chuckle. He knew how much his Princess loved servicing him on your knees. 

“Don’t even think about it. Worthless cunts who can’t remember who they belong to don’t get a taste. Why?” 

“Because servicing you is a reward and I don’t deserve a reward, daddy,” you mumbled quietly, your voice just as lost and pitiful as you felt. This was the point of punishment though because all you now wanted to do was assure him you were his perfect, obedient princess so you could be rewarded. 

“Good girl. Earn my forgiveness and maybe I’ll fuck that sweet mouth before bed tonight. Now for your punishment…” 

Your eyes grew wide. The last 30 minutes had not been the punishment?? 

Fuck my life. 

“Climb up here and sit on my dick. Facing the tv.” 

You practically catapulted onto his dick without hesitation. Not just because good girls did what they were told without hesitation but because this was your type of punishment. RIding his dick was your favorite pastime.

You slid down on his hard dick, moaning loudly as he filled you to the brim. It was not the orgasm your body desperately needed but it satisfied the overwhelming, blinding carnal need to be filled you felt. You immediately started rocking your hips to increase the friction and pleasure when a powerful and painful swat against your already bruised ass stopped your movements. 

“I didn’t tell your dumb ass to move. Seems like you keep forgetting I own you Princess. This pussy… this body… it’s all mine. And no one else gets to touch what’s mine, no one else controls what’s mine. So you’re gonna sit there on my dick and you’re not gonna move until I tell you to. When I tell you to ride my dick, you do it. When I tell you to stop, you fuckin’ stop. Understand?” 

“D-Daddy please?” you hoped your pleas for mercy and the soft puppy eyes you had on would be enough to soften his resolve. Of all the things he had forced you to do since walking in the house, this was the worst of them. To feel him inside you and be so close to bringing him the pleasure he deserved and you desperately needed but not be allowed to? 

Fuck my life. 

“You should be thankin’ me for even letting your worthless cunt warm my dick. Now sit there and watch the show,” he nodded toward the tv where an episode of both of your favorite anime was playing. 

You moaned and turned around, trying to keep your attention focused on the show in front of you. However, it was impossible. 

This was an utterly new sensation and, while it was torturous, you could not deny that it was pleasurable in its own way. 

Michael’s girth and length was something to be reckoned with and he knew how to use it. His dick perfectly curved into your g-spot and could have you cumming with a few strokes. As you sat on him, his hands occasionally wandered to caress your other pleasure zones. His strong hands massaged your inner thighs causing you to moan. 

You wondered if you could orgasm from just sitting there. You would not because you did not have permission but you wondered if it was possible. Because between his hands and the feel of him inside you, you could think of nothing else. You could feel every inch of him, his dick throbbing and pulsing like a heartbeat against your walls. 

Your body squirmed in his touch, your moans as he played with your body were consistent, particularly when he brushed against your clit. He offered a featherlike touch, it was barely there but you were so worked up, you felt every jolt of pleasure through your body magnified. 

Your pussy clenched around him as if silently begging him to move. But you knew he would not allow you to until he was ready. 

He worked up a rhythm against your clit, your movements becoming more uncontrolled, your breaths heavier. You weren’t gonna last long like this.

“Whose pussy is this, Princess?” 

“Yours, daddy. Only y-yours.” 

“Who can bring you pleasure like your master?” 

“N-No one. J-just you.” 

“Never forget that shit, understand?” 

You nodded fervently. Every punishment had a lesson and this one was etched into your brain matter as now was the feeling of every vein and inch of his dick. 

“I w-won’t! I promise, daddy.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your bare back, increasing the speed of his fingers. “Cum on my dick, Princess.” 

With permission to cum, you stopped holding back and allowed your body to feel everything. Fuck his fingers knew exactly what buttons to push as your body finally got the pleasure it needed for the last hour. The build up was so fast you barely got to enjoy it but you did not care, you needed the crash, the fall to drown in the pleasure only he could provide. And when you reached the peak, you crashed hard. 

“You like that, baby? You gon’ cum for daddy?” 

“Y-Yes… fuck… t-thank you!” you cried out as you threw your head back as an explosion of pleasure took over every inch of your body. You felt pleasure down to the very cells that made up every part of you. 

You gasped as Michael’s hand wrapped around your long hair and gripped it, pulling you backward. He turned you so his mouth could claim yours, drowning out your moans and cries with a kiss so dominating you never wanted it to end. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, causing your heart to soar. “You’ve earned my forgiveness. Ride.” 

You did not need to hear anything else as you started to ride him with abandon, moaning every time his head rammed into your g-spot. You’d cum again before this was over but you made it your personal mission to ensure he did too. You pulled out every trick and play you had in the book until you felt his hands dig into your hips and he started ramming into you. 

You let him take control as he fucked you like a rag doll, ignorning the ache of your bruised ass and thighs as he slammed into them with every thrust upward. He kept you flush to his chest with one hand wrapped tight around your neck, the gentleness of his choking earlier long gone. 

“Where you want it?” he demanded as you felt the signs of him about to cum. 

“Cum inside me, please!” you begged. Michael knew you had a bit of a breeding kink, loving the feeling of him filling you with his cum. That was often another punishment when he would cum on you instead of inside you. Not that him marking his territory was really a punishment. 

“Want me to fill this sweet cunt, baby??” 

“Yes! Please, please!” you begged as he fucked you so hard you felt as if you would be seeing stars for hours. 

You could not stop your body from convulsing as you felt the warmth of his cum surge inside you, you clenched around him. 

Your legs burned as you used your arms, braced on his knees to stop your upper body from toppling forward. He rubbed soothing patterns along your spine to calm you. Michael pushed you to your limit every time but he also knew how to take care of you afterward. 

He lifted you off of him, a slight whimper escaping your lips at the emptiness you suddenly felt. He only sat you down long enough to stand up himself and you were quickly back in his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you up to your master suite. 

He laid you on the bed and got some soothing lotion and started massaging it everywhere the flogger hit you. You shuddered at the cool feeling but it felt heavenly combating the stinging you still felt and soreness you knew you would still feel tomorrow. 

“You did so good for me, Princess,” he offered, your sweet Michael clearly having returned to you. 

That was all you needed to hear, that you had pleased him. 

“Thank you.” Your gratitude was muffled against the comforter of your shared bed. After a few moments of silence, you sat up and glanced back at him. “You know you’re it for me, right? Don’t have eyes for anyone else.” 

“Yea I know… sometimes I just worry…” his voice trailed off. 

You ignored the ache to shift over to him and straddle his waist, his hands resting on your hips. “You’re always reassuring me, sometimes I forget you need that too. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It’s you and me till the end of the line, babe.” You teasingly peppered his face with kisses until he finally smiled and started laughing. 

“You and me, baby.” 

“But anytime you wanna get a little jealous and possessive and it leads to that? Feel free,” you joked, the scene still dominating every space in your mind. At your words, you suddenly became hyper aware of his member pressed against your core and instinctively started grinding on top of him. 

“Princess,” he growled. “This time ain’t about me,” he reminded her. Aftercare was about you and he was committed to it. 

“How much time do we have till dinner?” 

“Two hours.” 

“Enough time for you to teach me my lesson again and then take care of me. Don’t think it quite stuck,” you shrugged nonchalantly, taking on your bratty persona to rile him up. 

You shrieked as he flipped you over onto your back and stood up. Master was back and he was ready to make the most of those two hours.

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[gyubeom]

Victorias Secret

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Pairing: Bf!Beomgyu x Gf!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: Reader is a female, mirror sex, riding, blowjob, face fucking, nipple play, public sex, degradation, use of the pet names (babe, baby, and honey sexually and non sexually)

a/n: Hi ya’ll back with another fic. Hope you guys enjoy! Btw this is a non requested fic!

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You and your boyfriend Beomgyu went to the mall today to shop for some new clothes. After walking around for a while you came across a Victoria’s Secret store. You wanted to buy lingerie sets to wear and a couple of new underwears.

“Baby, Im going to shop at Victoria’s Secret for a while, can you come with me?” you asked Beomgyu. You saw his cheeks flush red “Wh-what no Y/n I can’t go in there” he said in worry. “Oh don’t be silly come with me I’ll just check a couple of things then we can go” you said. Beomgyu gave in and went inside the store with you.

You giggled at your boyfriend who struggled to keep his head up. A store clerk then approached you “Hi ma’am what do you need help with?” she asked. “Oh hi, yes I need help finding lingerie sets. Where are they?” you asked. She lead you to the lingerie section and held up two sets “ma’am try these two, they would look good on you” she said with a smile. “Thank you” you said while getting the sets she held up. She then smiled and walked away.

“Honey come with me, Im going to fit something” you said to Beomgyu. “Okay” he says in response, with that the two of you headed to the dressing room. You picked the one big enough for two people and started fitting the lingerie sets.

The first set was a light pink baby doll dress with fur that decorated the bottom. After putting it on you turned to Beomgyu, “Babe does this look nice?” you asked spinning around once. When you looked back at him his jaw was on the floor. You giggled as he pulled you in by your waist.

“Honey you look so hot in this right now” he said kissing your jaw. You smiled “so should I buy it?” you asked him. He looked at you for a second before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. You melted into the kiss and draped your arms on his shoulders.

He started to unclip the hooks holding the dress in place and removed the straps without breaking the kiss. The dress fell on the floor along with your underwear. You felt your wetness drip on the changing room floor. You then tugged on his shirt, gesturing him to remove it.

He pulled away and removed his clothes. Once you were both undressed, he left hickeys on your collarbone and neck making you moan softly. He then pulled away and turned you around. You let out a small gasp when you saw a big mirror in front of you.

Before you could say anything, Beomgyu bottomed out inside you making you moan in pleasure. He thrusted a few times before using his free hand to cover your mouth to prevent you from being heard.

Wet skin slapping filled the room with a few muffled moans. You felt the hand covering your mouth and the one holding your hip trail up to your tits. He then started to rub circles on your swollen nipples with his thumbs. You gasped at the sudden action. He then leaned his head down to leave more hickeys on your neck.

You closed your eyes at the sensation. Beomgyu then pulled away from your neck and leaned in your ear “Open your eyes baby” he said in a dark voice. You felt his thrusts increase in speed and his thumbs rubbing your nipples faster. You moaned and struggled to open your eyes.

When you did open your eyes, felt yourself get wetter at the sight. You can see your fucked out face and tits bouncing each thrust. You also saw Beomgyu’s lust filled face as he fucked you hard. The view made your high approach quickly. “Ah! Fuck Beomgyu Im gonna cum!” you screamed.

You then felt one of the hands playing with your nipples rub your clit. Thats all it took for you to cum hard. “Yeah thats it princess, cum on my fucking cock slut” he said while filling you up with his load. You moaned at his remark.

You then saw Beomgyu leave to sit down on the bench. “Come here baby” he said with a seductive voice. You then sat on his lap, feeling his cum drip out of your pussy. He then aligned his cock to your entrance and pushed you down. You let out a moan at the sudden action considering you just cummed.

“I wanna see you ride my cock like the slut you are baby” he said. You started grinding and bouncing up and down on his dick. Your hands gripping his shoulders, nails slightly digging in. You rested your head at the crook of his neck. He then reached down to roughly rub your clit making you jolt.

“Fuck you look so hot baby, riding my dick in a changing room” he said while increasing the speed of his fingers on your clit. You let out a small whimper followed by a small moan. You lifted your head to be met by his dark eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead.

You then felt another high reaching, “Ah! Beomgyu Im gonna cum again!” you said. “Go on let it all out baby” Beomgyu replied, he suddenly shot his load deep inside you, completely covering your insides with hot white liquid. Shortly after you came undone as well.

He then lifted you up and led you back to the mirror. He then bent you over making you lean on the mirror. You moaned when you felt him spread your ass open to reveal your cum dripping pussy. He groaned then pushed three fingers into you, fucking the cum back in your pussy. After a few pumps, he pulled out and helped you back up.

“Get on your knees whore” he said, you immediately complied and got on your knees. You then took his dick in your mouth and started sucking its tip. He moaned in pleasure and bucked his hips forward, making you gag a bit. He then gathered your hair into a ponytail and thrusted his hips forward.

You moaned on his cock as he continued to fuck his dick in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks which made him groan “Yes thats it slut” he said. You continued to take him in your mouth. You felt his dick harden each thrust which indicated he was nearing his high.

He then shot his cum deep down your throat forcing you to swallow it. He let out a small moan as he cummed, he pulled away and took a look at your face. Cum was leaking out your mouth with a fucked out face to match. He smirked before helping you up.

He kissed your forehead and leaned in the crook of your neck “Thank you baby, you felt so good” he said. You smiled and patted his head before realizing you were still in the dressing room. You gasped “Omg honey we’re still in the changing room!” you and Beomgyu looked at each other in shock before quickly getting dressed.

You walked out the dressing room shyly considering your loud moans earlier. You bought both of the lingerie sets and quietly exited the store. You and Beomgyu burst out in laughter and continued your mall trip.

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a/n: I hope you guys liked it! Thank you for reading!

[tomscumdoll]

Body Suit

CHARACTERS: 2008 Tom & f!reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

WARNINGS: p in v (doggy styleee), reader feeling self conscious of their body, hair pulling, rough sex

A/N: I had 3 bowls of nachos at lunch today. Send help.

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You and Tom went shopping for new clothes and also just for fun. You went into one store that had a body suit you really wanted.

You looked through the sizes and they didn't have your size. So eventually, you went with the small. You grabbed it off the hook and went to a dressing room to try it on. Tom sat outside, waiting for you to come out. You struggled to get it on.

"You okay in there, darling?" Tom said, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This thing is just so hard to put on." You said, zipping up the body suit.

"Come on out, let me see you." He said.

You came out and his jaw DROPPED. The body suit accentuated your curves, it made your breasts look bigger, and your butt look bigger (bbl drizzyy). Tom's eyes raked over your body.

"Holy Jesus.." He said, his eyes raking your body.

You felt self-conscious in the suit, you looked in the mirror of the dressing room and frowned. He noticed this and his brows furrowed with concern.

"What's wrong?" He said, standing up and walking behind you.

"I don't like it. I don't like how it makes me look." You said, tugging at the fabric of the body suit.

"Why not? You look absolutely amazing." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but -"

"No."

"What?"

"No, I'm not gonna sit here and let you talk terrible about yourself. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You're smart, kind, and did I mention beautiful. Look at me, you are wonderful. Don't let anything or anyone bring you down. You are the best girlfriend any man can ask for." He said that with the most sincerity. He looked you dead in the eye and said every word from the bottom of his heart.

"Now buy the damn body suit and let's get out of here. I'm starving."

"But, we had lunch 4 hours ago?"

"That's like 4 years in my book."

You chuckled, he was probably one of the most hungry men you've ever met.

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(We are not going to question how we got into this situation)

Your cries came out muffled due to your face being forced into the pillow.

"That's it, darling.. Fuck.." He groaned, pumping in and out of you. You whimpered tears falling down your cheeks.

He leaned down his hot breath brushing against your neck, his dreads cascading down his face. He pressed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind.

"Mmph.." Your moan of protest came out muffled by the soft silk of the pillow. His thrusts were rough and hard. He pulled on your hair since it was in a pony tail. Your ass pushed into his front, begging for more.

"Yeah? You want more, darling? I'll give you more." As he said this, his thrusts picked up speed.

"God fucking dammit.. I've been waiting for this all day.. That damn body suit of yours.. Teasing the fuck outta me.." He said through gritted teeth.

The sound of your breathless moans and his heavy breaths filled the air. His thrust slowed as he came close to ejaculation. He felt you grip him as you shudder, signaling your orgasm.

He felt you tighten around him and he ejaculated. He pulled out of you slowly, making sure not to hurt you. He took the latex off and disposed of it in the trash can. He grabbed your hand and lifted you, taking you to the shower.

He turned on the shower and gently placed you inside. After a bit, the shower warmed up to your liking and he wrapped his arms around you, you laid your head on his chest closing your eyes whilst he placed his cheek on your head.

"You're perfect just the way you are," The words startled you since they came out of nowhere but you let him talk.

"You are amazing, brilliant, caring, defiant, extraordinary, fantastic, gorgeous. You're perfect in every single way. Don't let one piece of clothing, one that looks good on you by the way, bring you down. You-" He pulls away and looks at you. "You are so.. I don't know how to describe it. I literally ran out of words to describe how perfect of a person you are. Please, don't change your self for validation. You'll always have my validation, remember that."

He looked you dead in the eye for a good moment, the bathroom silent except the faint sound of the shower running. Tears started forming in your eyes before you hugged him tightly. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into his chest. You stayed like that for the rest of the shower, until he placed you down and turned off the shower.

You guys got out and got dressed for bed. You did your skin care and hair while he sat on the bed watching you from a far, admiring you. Once you got finished, you laid down with him on the bed. As soon as you were about to fall asleep, you hear him whisper to you one thing.

"I love you."

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Male!Nefera x fem! Reader

Prompt- Nefero and the reader go to the mall to splurge on outfits and makeup

She/her pronouns

Fluff/Established relationships

Nickname for the reader- my jewel or my queen

(F/c)- favorite color

(S/f/c)- second favorite color

Edit* it's still good but it needs an update soon*

Art is not mine found it on pinterest

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It was a scareus Saturday the time was 9:23

Withing the De Nile home where a couple getting ready, it was Nefero and his girlfriend [Name], the two where getting ready by the vanity applying their own makeup.

[Name] was applying her lip combo and Nefero was applying the last but of contour on his high cheekbones "Any ideas for today's shopping spree date jewel?" Nefero picked up his setting spray and sprits it over his face

"Hmmm well I was hoping to get a few things maybe a new book to read tonight and a new makeup pallet but get two so we can match, how about that hon?"turning to her boyfriend and smiled at his struggle to fix his hair, she got up and grabbed his brush and got behind him "*sigh* thank you jewel. And ofcourse we xan have matching pallets it's been a while since the last two"

[Name] went through his long hair gently from the bottom up to his scalp, Nefero let out a low hum of satisfaction feeling his girlfriends soft hands on his scalp "no problem hon~" She then started a small braid from the side front downwards and added some hair jewelry  "do you have any specific color pallet in mind?"  [Name] ended decorating one braid and started one more on the other side

Nefero looked at her from the vast mirror of the vanity he stared for a minute with a quizzed look "hmmm I think we should get one with green, blue and gold tones with some shimmer in them" he puffed up his chest proudly as if it wasn't the same type he would get for them since it had his signature colors

what can he say? he loved to see her wear them on a makeup look or for clothes...maybe for underwear too

He blushed at the thought 'I should buy her a set' he chuckled lowly, snapping back to reality as [Name] finish decorating the last braid he turned getting up and holding her by the waist pressing his chest onto her's

[Name] was confused for a moment but soon placed her hand on his waist, the two looked at eachother with loving eyes "ready to go now my jewel" Nefero let go of her and grabbed her hand and with the other got their matching bags

They walked out of the house and into the limo with the sphinx bodyguards in tow

                           At the mall

The two are seen walking hand in hand with the sphinx's on each side of the couple

Ghouls stared in envy of [Name] who walked with confidence,her head held high while turning to Nefero and pointing at the shops, after a few seconds the two decide to head to a popular clothing store

Inside [Name] was fascinated to see the new trends in fashion right before her eyes, it all looked so clawsome!

Nefero turned to [Name] "Meet in 20 minutes and reunite at the dressing room, you'll try out first" the ghoul nodded excitedly and went to the racks,Nefero called from behind "Remember I'm paying!" She snickered ofcourse he would classic Nefero

                  Time skip 20 minutes

[Name] headed to the back of the store to the dressing rooms, she has 3 dresses, 2 tops for bottoms just 2 skirts, plus 3 pairs of shoes to try out

She meets Nefero and she quickly notices that he has a ton more items of clothing than her, which was to be expected from her splurging money boyfriend, don't get her wrong she would do the same but today felt like a minimal day today

She closed the distance between and kissed his cheek "Hey hon~you ready for these amazing picks I got!!" Nefero cup her face with his hands "Show me what you got my jewel" he encouraged and so the ghoul went straight to the dressing room to change quickly, so excited to show him

                        The first dress

Walking out [Name] wore a heart shape knee above the knee dress that was (f/c)  with ribbons that tied around her neck and a ribbon bow at the back with the strings going down to her knee

Nefero looked in aww at the chair he sat across from the stall, " it looks STUNNING on you my jewel!" He clapped enthusiastically "that color looks so good on you" [Name] smiled wide "thank you babe, I can't wait to wear this dress with those heels I like" she turned around and went to put the other ones

[Name] wore the other dresses that where one (s/f/c) that was tight on her skin showing her curves that made Nefero nose bleed and help up a thumbs up making the ghoul laugh harder than she ever did

The third dress was a floor length dark green dress with a slit up her thigh on her right leg, which she intentionally got for Nefero and he coincidently showed she got a suit with the same shade, that ment the next party her father needed to bring the two sons the couple could match, supper voltageus!

Next she wore the other outfits she planed with the two tops that one was a soft yellow the other a autumn orange and 2 skirts one was pencil skirt brown for the orange top and the other was a frilly white skirt for the light yellow top

 

                      On to Nefero

(A.N. I'm a little lazy so I'm not gonna describe his outfits but rest assured that he looked hot in everything)

He had gotten a whole new wardrobe just for him..well that was a little exaggerated but hey you get what I mean

It was an hour after and he was done and he looked good with everything he even had his own shirts that match my own (totally didn't get the sphinx bodyguard that was with you to tell him what you got)

           Time skip at the bookstore

[Name] and Nefero spent 2 hours at the beauty store but eventually found all that they needed and two brand new same eyeshadow pallets to match their makeup look which Nefero excitedly told [Name] that everyone will have another reminder who you are with  and to not think of you as a ghoul below him oh NO

YOU ESPECIALLY  where not below him to him you were a goddess above all else in his eyes

"Hey hon! Look at this cover!" Speaking of the goddesses here she was coming towards him with her radiant smile he looked at her with loving eyes thay was the billion time with the 5 years they've been together

"Let's see" he took it from her, it was a thriller book just like the others in her collection at her room at her parents house "it looks spooktaculas my jewel seems no matter how long we've been together there are two things that don't change about you"

The ghoul looked at him and tilted her head "and those are??" He chuckled and grabbed onto her waist and getting close to her, so close he could smell the sweet vanilla perfume she had put on earlier that made his knees weak by her intoxicating smell, he would have taken her right there but he was a man of class

" your taste in books and you're everlasting beauty inside and out that radiates every day of our life together" he spoke to her in such a sweet tone that it made her fall in love with him once more like the day he confessed

Passing the book the the sphinx next to him He cup her face with one hand and kissed her passionately their lips finding rhythm like the many time before this one and the ones to come

He parted the two where breathless he hummed lowly "your lips taste as of they where the forbidden fruit that lord me in and I let it every single time~~" he wisper into her ear making the girl flustered "thank you, now can we go? I'd like to taste you're forbidden fruit but alone if you get what I mean love" she whispers back

Nefero laughed "why ofcourse~ Let's buy those books and get out of here my queen" he grabbed your hand and kissed it gently making his way up to your collarbone as the two walked

Later on the two had a wonderful time~

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***Will be updating soon**

A.N.

Still not that good with smut need to practice but I'm getting good with the intimate kissing and descriptions! I think

I'll make a smut ending later on again need practice haha

Hope you liked this one

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 How do I feel?

Body Swap CW: AMAB!Reader body swap with F!partner, dub-con, overpowering, praise(?) kink

Jennifer bounced excitedly into (Reader's) apartment, buzzing with adrenaline as she broke into her best friend's home. "(Reader)! Doll, where are you?"

(Reader) groaned from his bed, pausing his game and throwing his controller onto his pillow. "Jesus, can't you knock?"

Dyed lilac pigtails swayed wildly as she burst into (Reader's) room. "Why? We have nothing to hide from each other, right?"

With another frustrated mumble the young man rolled his eyes, not ready emotionally for whatever bullshit Jennifer was about to pull. "What do you want?"

Out from her messenger bag Jennifer retrieved a creepy looking leather bound book. "Look what I bought!"

It had a slight smell, making (Reader) scrunch up his nose. "From where? A hobo?"

"eBay."

"Ha!" Every couple of months Jennifer was buying some new 'genuine' spell book or 'cursed object'. She didn't claim to be a Wiccan, but an occultist, who didn't seem to follow any doctrine (Reader) had ever heard of.

"This is the real deal, I can feel it!" She said enthusiastically, just as she did every few months. Opening the book, Jennifer didn't wait for (Reader) to agree to participating in whatever 'spell' or 'curse' she had picked out, chanting from a page she had bookmarked. He sat there patiently, waiting for the inevitable tears for when it didn't work.

Then everything went black.

(Reader) blinked, groggy eyes fuzzy as he came to, standing in his bedroom face to face with himself.

"What the hell?" (Reader) asked. As soon as the words fell from his lips, he froze, because the voice that came out wasn't his, but Jennifer's. Glancing down (Reader) found himself in control of dainty hands with purple nails. "Oh my God.."

"It worked!" Jennifer cheered, making (Reader) cringe hearing his voice squeal out. He watched his body twirl around. "Finally!"

(Reader's) eyes widened as Jennifer opened up her his pants, looking down at his dick while smiling. "Woah, don't do that!"

"I've always wondered what you had going on down here. But, that's not the main goal." It was uncanny, watching himself charge forward. (Reader) felt his own hands grab hold of Jennifer's body, struggling as he realized just how weak she was. He couldn't physically push himself off as Jennifer pulled him into a deep kiss, thrusting his own tongue down into her throat.

(Reader) was thrown onto the bed easily, squirming as his possessed body crawled over him, easily overpowering him. Jennifer had planned for this, wearing a thin shirt with snap buttons and a small skirt without underwear. The shirt was popped open in one swift movement, and Jennifer marveled at her own breasts. "I see these everyday, but it's so different than looking in the mirror." (Reader's) hands traveled across the chest he currently owned, playing with the sensitive nipples.

"Jennifer, why are you doing this?" (Reader) tried not to moan, crushing his thighs together as a strange tingling could be felt down below. It felt good, if (Reader) was being honest, he was just confused as to why.

"Don't you remember me telling you? Back when I first started looking into magic and all that? I always wanted to know what it felt like to fuck myself."

(Reader) vaguely remembered Jennifer ranting about wanting to love herself, but he had tuned her out at the time, only nodding and grunting in agreement when he thought it was appropriate. Now his fully erect cock was being pulled out of his pants above (Reader).

It was strange, and (Reader) never would have thought of having sex with Jennifer before today, but now laying down as her, feeling wet between the thighs, the ridiculousness of the situation allowed him to act as though this was all just a dream. It was okay to just give in if it's a dream. Jennifer seemed pleased, looking at her own pussy under her skirt, stroking the cock she had stolen while watching her body become aroused, leaving a wet spot on the sheet.

Jennifer rubbed the head of (Reader's) dick across her clitoris, making (Reader) flinch under the new sensation. He gasped a little, feeling his thighs shutter in anticipation.

There were no words to describe the feeling of having his dick enter him, the way a vagina's walls constricted, the feeling of being filled up was unlike anything (Reader) had felt before.

His voice chuckled as Jennifer melted into her pussy. "God, I am tight!"

Although (Reader) knew the comment wasn't directed towards him it made his heart race and the strange tingling grow stronger. He bit his lip as Jennifer began slowly picking up the pace, pounding into herself.

"Fuck, I'm cute!" Jennifer grabbed (Reader's) newly adopted breasts tightly, earning a shocked mewl. "Is that what I look like all the time? Goddamn, if you keep making that face I might cum in ya!"

There were so many new things to focus on that (Reader) felt like he was losing his mind. He could feel his heavy balls slapping onto Jennifer's his ass, and hear the wet sound of his new cunt sucking in the erection as Jennifer snapped her hips into his. The way his nipples were twisted made the tingling in his belly grow faster, threatening to spill out.

"Jennifer! I think I'm about to cum!" (Reader) cried out, dazed by how aroused he was.

"Ha! Do I fuck that good?! Hey, hey, hey! How do I feel?! Are you gonna cum on your own dick? Ah! Stop tightening up! Jesus, this pussy feels good!"

(Reader) couldn't control it, screaming out in pleasure as their walls began convulsing, spasming around their dick as they orgasmed. Jennifer barely pulled out in time to release between her own thighs.

"Shit, that was close.. you almost held me in there haha.." Jennifer collapsed next to (Reader), still sensitive and overwhelmed, riding out his first feminine climax. "Ahh.. guy orgasms don't last as long as chicks.." Jennifer commented, closing her eyes wearily.

After a nap, (Reader) woke up to find himself back in his own body, lying next to Jennifer. She was also awake, numbly staring at the ceiling. There was a strange feeling inside (Reader) that he couldn't quite understand.

Nervous, he turned away from Jennifer, unable to proposition her while looking at her. "I wouldn't mind.. doing that again some time.. the spell, I mean."

As though she had been waiting for him to speak first, Jennifer erupted into laughter, spooning her best friend from behind. "Same."

[blackdollette]

MY SECOND EURO REQ TODAY !! okay so euronymous in all of his sexy glory is ofc... a metalhead. but his girlfriend is all bubbly, dumb and pink. bimbo ofc. but one day theyre going to a party and his gf had a lil plan 🤭 she puts on some black latex thigh high heels, a rly short black latex skirt that shows off her ass and her black lace thong perfectly and one of his bands tshirts but she cropped it so it shows off a bit of her underboob. and shes even got his corpse paint on 🤭 and hes like hard as a rock the whole drive to the party and when they get there and her black lipstick is smudged against her white paint and her ass is hanging out even more feom the skirt riding up.. he drags her to a room and fucks her hard with that little skirt still on, pushing her against a wall and letting her black tears stream doen her white painted cheeks 🤭🤭 (i got carried away mb...)

ive been waiting for someone to ask for smth like this!!

"wearing a tight dress." | euronymous

white dress. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1118

contents: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

you were his dumb little baby. your outgoing, bubbly, and clingy personality went against everything that he was. but something about that dynamic made you two the best couple. he carried you around like a cute little handbag, and you couldn’t be happier following him to all his concerts, parties, and all that.

he had gotten invited to a basement party. there would be drugs, booze, and all of his favourite things, and you couldn't miss the opportunity to join him. he hesitated about allowing you to come, but he couldn't resist that look you gave him. so here you were, getting ready for the party. euronymous banged on the bathroom door. “hurry up in there! we’re gonna be late if we don't leave now!”

“just a sec!” you called out, finishing the last few touches on your makeup. you took a step back and looked at yourself in the mirror. you took a deep breath before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom. “let’s go.” you brushed past him, but he grabbed you arm and looked you up and down, eyes wide.

he looked like he had just had the wind knocked out of him. you were wearing shiny thigh-high black boots, a tiny little latex black skirt that complemented every curve of your hips and waist, fishnet stockings, one of his t-shirts that you had cut really short, showing off the bottom of your tits, and to top it all off, one of his leather jackets.

you had done your hair and makeup too, and he was absolutely breathtaken. he loved you to death in your usual style, but seeing you like this took it to a new level. you had him completely wrapped around your finger now. he would run into a burning building just to buy you mascara. he couldn’t speak. he stammered as he tried to get a single word out, but he was completely stunned.

“c’mon, euro. we’re gonna be late.” you said in a slightly mocking tone. you started walking to the door. he wiped the drool from his chin a followed you out, staring at how your ass moved the entire time. you got into the passenger seat with him trailing behind you. he couldn't get over how you looked. he had fantasized about this too many times to count and here you were, making all his dreams come true.

he got into the driver’s seat and started the car. while he drove, he stole occasional glances at you. you were sitting with one leg on the seat, exposing your tiny black thong. euronymous could’ve died right there. he looked at your soft thighs in the fishnets. he wanted to have his head in between them while he sucked you completely dry.

your tits looked so soft and perky, just begging to be sucked and prodded at. and your sweet little pussy that he could just barely see through your thong… he got so lost in his thoughts that he nearly ran into another vehicle. they angrily honked their horn at him, but he just flipped them off. a few minutes later, you arrived at your destination. 

you could hear loud music blasting from inside the house. you exited the car and started walking toward the house with him walking behind you like a lost dog. his heart, soul, and mind had completely surrendered to your beauty. he caught up and rang the doorbell, taking another quick glance at you.

your ass was pretty much exposed in that tiny little skirt. he just wanted to put his hands all over your body and mark you up so that everybody knew you were completely his. once you were let inside, all eyes were on you. everyone had gotten used to seeing you all dolled up and innocent-looking that this could've easily been a fever dream.

you had everyone under the same spell that you put euronymous under, and he didn't like it one bit. he dragged you into the nearest bedroom and pinned you to the door, kissing you deeply. he pulled away, panting and his face flushed red. he backed up and looked at you once more, his entire body shaking. you had never seen him like this before, but you weren’t complaining.

he seemed… nervous. like he was in the midst of a goddess. you pulled him back to you by his shirt and started kissing him once again. he pinned you to the door again, picking you up and squeezing your ass. you wrapped your legs around him as he unbuckled his belt and let it drop. he had been fighting a raging boner since he saw you walk out of your bathroom, so he was seriously looking forward to getting some relief.

you wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. he moved his fingers to your pussy, rubbing your clit through your thong and feeling your wetness dripping through the thin fabric. he moved his mouth to your chest, licking the part of your tits that were exposed. 

he started whimpering into your chest. “you look so fucking sexy tonight, angel… wanna fuck you so bad… ” he was drooling all over your tits, his cock already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. he tore off your thong and pushed his cock into you, making you both moan loudly. his hands were under your ass, moving you up and down on his cock.

sex with you two was usually very rough, but euronymous seemed to be struggling to keep up that expectation. he was whimpering the entire time, telling you how much he loved you and mumbling things that you never thought you’d hear him say. the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together, your moans, and music from the other room.

both of your makeup was smudged, making a mess on eachother’s faces. he never wanted this moment to end. he didnt know if he’d ever be able to see you this way again. it didn't take long for him to spill all his cum inside of you. it leaked out of your pussy and dripped down his balls. he usually lasted so long, but you were messing with his head in ways that he couldn't understand. 

he continued the abuse on your pussy until you were crying, begging for him to stop. and unlike every other time you begged, he listened this time. making sure that you were ok and apologizing for cumming inside of you without telling you.

it was clear that seeing this side of you had changed something in him. and he hadn’t been the same ever since.

author's note: i have a whole lot of requests to get through (not going in order.) so ill try to get them all out as soon as possible :))

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Five) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4...

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: kinda anti-Lori, angsty as hell (sorry), misunderstandings, and crying.

[[A/N: Thanks @imaginemyfavoritefics for some concepts implemented in here !!! And this gif is just so pretty, like. Catch me wishing I was at a ball so he could ask for my hand. I'm simple, give me a pretty view of his blue eyes, and I'm happy. Googled it and regency era had gossip-focused newspapers!!! Drama. Thanks for reading.]]

It had been a dreadful past few days -you assumed to make up for the wonder that was the ball. You had ended up dancing -a brief one but still a dance. Sometimes if you closed your eyes you were right there -his hand delicately placed and yours mirrored. It was filled with the perfect poise, and better yet: laughter.

Some of your favorite dance pairings were full of laughter, but the banter you'd had with Mr. Grimes was much different.

You'd doubted you'd ever smiled so much in your life. Bright and big and shiny, you'd danced the last set of the night with him, and all the while desperately wished it could last longer. It was rather unheard of in your book to prefer more dances with men.

But, Mr. Grimes was quite special.

"Hey," Maggie waved her hand in front of you, "-stop drooling, we have to get the post, remember?"

"No, I-" you cleared your throat pointedly, "-have to get the post. You have to be Headmistress's companion for the hour."

She rolled her eyes, pointing out, "Right, and whose the one who has to pick up the rest of the groceries because you got distracted by a man?"

You shoved gently into her side, shaking your head and stepping out into the foyer. Your eyes landed on Beth -looking quite preoccupied with some paper in her lap and loose hand twisting her blonde curl.

"Hello, darling sister," you chimed, smiling brightly and trying to peek at the title -she didn't often share much, you have to learn it on your own, really, "-what is it your reading today?"

And usually, in normal circumstances, she would tell you and your morning would be started rather warm. Beth was always so grand to listen to, anything she spoke of came with the same cadence.

But, apparently, it was not a usual day.

"Are you to be married to Mr. Grimes?"

You froze in your spot, still as stone, peering down at your sister. She was looking at you with rather open blue eyes -vulnerable and curious, she'd always meant well you knew that. But it could be rather degrading in cases such as this.

"What?" You questioned, tone a little higher than you expected.

"Let me see that!" Headmistress rushed from behind you -you'd imagined she'd heard the whole thing, she was quite nosy.

'Have to be,' she'd say, '-to get anything done here.'

And as she stood beside you, you grounded yourself and peered over her shoulder. The black ink is rather bold and threatening like it was demanding you read it. Demanded you paid attention, really.

'LOCAL WEALTHY MAN HAS EYES ON NEW MISTRESS' it read, in big blocky sort of lettering.

"'Mr. Grimes, the wealthy owner of Alexandria estates,'" your Headmistress read, head following the words as she went, "'-was seen with a young lady, still yet to be identified, for most of his time Saturday evening.' Oh my, Hershel-"

He waltzed into the room, fairly dressed for the day -off to a work call, you assumed, "Yes?"

"Your daughter's on the front page," she brandished the paper under his heavy eye -eyebrows settled deep in worry, "-can you believe it?"

"Huh," he hummed -taking the paper in his hands, shaking it to clear the creases, "-I have to say I assumed so."

"Assumed so?"

"Well, I'm off for a trip to the estate," he spoke, eyeing you in a certain sort of way with an amused smile slipping onto his face, "-at Mr. Grimes's personal invitation."

"No," Headmistress lilted -rather improperly, "-you're truly not."

"See for yourself," your father tugged a little letter out of his vest pocket -extending it to her with a rather smug sort of look.

You nearly jumped to look at the note over your Headmistress's shoulder -handwriting rather neatly printed like it took much thought. Like he truly worried over the words he'd said, something in you swirled.

'Dr. Greene,' it said -printed by the fragile tip of a quill, '-I would hope you indulge me with a visit on the 'morrow. I wish to discuss some things at your leisure, I'm sure you're familiar with what. My intentions are obnoxiously clear, I'm told. And please extend an invitation for dinner to the rest of your family come Thursday evening. Awaiting your response, Richard Grimes.'

"Oh my," Headmistress echoed, tone really bubbling up into one of joy and disbelief, "-oh my! This is-"

You laughed, connecting your hands at the skirt -flushing a rather obvious crimson as a smile slipped across your lips, "Wonderful. Father, may I-"

"It's all yours, my dear," he smiled, a sort of wondrously fond look dusting across his face, "-but I must go, wouldn't want him to wait too long."

Headmistress merely grinned, extending the note in her hand to yours and when you accepted it, she only grinned brighter. Bouncing a little in her step, she ran her hands over your arms -something you found you'd rarely seen.

"Oh," she breathed wistfully -you were surprised she hadn't twirled around like she was in a meadow, "-this is terrific! My dearest, darling Y/N. We must work on dresses for dinner, you must look absolutely delightful-"

"Headmistress," you groaned, despite the grin biting up on your cheeks. It was quite the contrary.

"No, no fuss, dear," she urged, hand dusting across your hair -as if there was something out of place, "-if such a man wishes to court you, you shall only look your best."

You rolled your eyes but remained rather submissive as she dragged you out the door -stores slipping through her mouth like mere suggestions. And Beth and Maggie on your tails, a part of you never wished to distract from this day -the joy in your step, the fondness of your family, and the spike of hope on the fact that maybe Mr. Grimes wished to court you.

You found that you were walking on air. Until you weren't.

It was near Thursday evening when your Headmistress had slipped into your room -silent, as you brushed your fingers across the embroidery. Your new dress had been rather pricey, all billowing fabrics and intricate details, but Father had reassured you it was doable. That this occasion was one to mark.

"Dear," she started, tone rather plain for her -especially since the dinner came so soon, "-may we speak?"

You turned to her -a distant sort of concern smoothing over your brow, "Everything alright, Headmistress? You're rather quiet for such an important dinner."

"Darling, the dinner has been canceled."

"Canceled?" you stilled -a sort of question dipped into your tone, eager, desperate, "Why ever would he have canceled it?"

"I don't-" she started, a deep sigh rattling through her body -something pointed in her eyes, "-I don't know, but we mustn't fret dea-"

"Did he-" you stopped -something shaky in your tone, "-Is it going to be rescheduled? Perhaps a week's time?"

Headmistress's eyes faltered, flicking to the ground, "We have... We have reason to believe that Mr. Grimes will not be rescheduling."

There was a heaviness settled on your shoulders, as you watched the rather solemn look settle on her face -this wasn't exaggerating like before. Not as she wept over the carriage, or sobbed over Maggie doing something far less than proper. There was something real there, in the smoothing of her smile to that of a flat line.

"What?"

"You don't need to worry about it, my dear-" Headmistress hummed, hands brushing over your shoulders like she had energy but there was a distinct lack, "-you're sure to have more choices."

"Choices?" you echoed -tone lost and a shake behind your words, you didn't want to cry, "-Headmistress, what happened? Did he... Is he not-"

"It's not important," she answered, but it was all wrong -tone uneven, eyes everywhere but matching you.

"It is," you reasoned, the tears prickling at the back of your eyes, "-it's at the very least important to me. And if you don't tell me, well-"

Your knuckles were white, grabbed onto the fabric of your dress -swirled of delicate embroidery crushed into your palm. It would need to be ironed again if you were to ever wear it. Something inside yourself told you that you wouldn't. Not after this-

"-I shall ask him myself."

Headmistress stood with you, matching your stride, "Y/N, that's utterly ridiculous, and I forbade you from going to that estate unattended!"

You ignored her pleas, moving in a straightforward motion. It was much like you weren't thinking, only going. You couldn't think, none of it made any sense and it would only make your head spiral further.

As you made your way down the staircase, she eagerly followed you -spouting out excuses, and 'forbidden' and 'disrespect'. It was all mere buzz in the back of your mind, drowning out the noise as if it was well-practiced.

"Woah," your Father rose from his seat, "-wherever are you off to this late?"

"Mr. Grimes's estate," you answered -simply and tone-numbed, "-to figure this all out myself."

"Darling," he spoke, "-let me gather my coat and I'll escort you at the very least-"

"Father," you exhaled, looking at him in the eyes -so as to convince him, to keep him focused, "-this is something I must do by myself. Or I shall never understand it and I'd like-" your voice broke, but you stood tall, "-I'd like to understand it."

He stood there for a moment -eyes peering down at you with a touched sort of fondness he'd always had when it had come to you and your sisters. He sighed, a deep sort of sigh, and something told you he knew what had happened himself -as he pulled your head forward to kiss your head, gently, "Okay, just be back in time for dinner, yeah?"

"Okay," you echoed -swinging your coat around your shoulders before making your way out the door.

It wasn't long down the road that the rain started -a light dusting turning into pouring rain. It made you shiver in the wind, but you found a sort of determination -the fire in your stomach came alive, and kept you warm. The mud of the roads had kicked up your skirt, and your hair had been rather thrown by the rain, but still, you put one foot in front of the other.

Something was biting at you, as you wandered up the steps -now empty compared to the ball weeks prior. The beautiful stone was so decorated you hardly felt like you could step on it without feeling guilty. And despite the turmoil, tugging deep in your stomach, you found some solace in its beauty. It gave you pause.

You looked down at your feet, watching the mud trail wash away behind you, but you'd still stained it hadn't you?

Would you ever not be a mere stain on his carpet?

Shaking your head, you gathered your courage back up and stepped closer to the door. Still as pristine as you last saw it, you watched as your hand made a smear there and your thoughts only grew louder -not worth it, don't belong, stain on his carpet-

The knock was a light one, as you gathered your coat around yourself -trying to solicit any sort of warmth out of the soaked fabric. It was all you could think of to do, as the tension settled heavily on your shoulders and the chill of the evening brushed across your skin.

You don't know why you hadn't expected it, everything added up when you looked back now, but then. All you wanted was an explanation.

When the door had opened, you hadn't paid attention to who opened the door at first, eager to get the words out, "Hello, is Mr. Grimes available? I wish to speak to-"

And then you paused, eyes slinking over the woman in front of you -she was slim with a well-crafted face and her dress was a beautiful sky blue -bodice more detailed than you could ever imagine. (Your new dress shied in comparison.) Her eyes were the most brilliant of brown (a shade you recognized from somewhere) and her hair tidied to perfection, you felt rather inadequate.

"Hello," she spoke, a little bewildered, "-what are you doing out in this rain, Miss..."

"Ms. Greene," you filled in the blank -shivering slightly from the cool air, "-my name is Y/N Greene. Lovely to make your acquaintance, Miss-"

"Lori," she added in, a wonderfully beautiful smile smoothing across her face, "-Mrs. Lori Grimes."

[toomanyrobins2]

Our Manhattan

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

last part // series masterlist // next part

Notes: I'm finally getting around to updating this fic! If you would like to catch up and get more consistent updates to this story and others I would go to by AO3!

24th March, maybe the 25th

Dear Batman,

I don't believe I can be going to Heaven—I am getting such a lot of good things here; it wouldn't be fair to get them hereafter too. Listen to what has happened.

Y/N Abbott has won the short-story contest (a twenty-five dollar prize) that the Monthly holds every year. And she's a Sophomore! The contestants are mostly Seniors. When I saw my name posted, I couldn't quite believe it was true. Maybe I am going to be an author after all. I wish Mrs. Lippett hadn't given me such a silly name—it sounds like an author-ess, doesn't it?

Also I have been chosen for the spring dramatics—As You Like It out of doors. I am going to be Celia, own cousin to Rosalind.

And lastly: Harriet and Barbara and I are going to New York next Friday to do some spring shopping and stay all night and go to the theatre the next day with 'Master Brucie.' He invited us. Harriet is going to stay at home with her family, but Barbara and I are going to stop at the Martha Washington Hotel. Did you ever hear of anything so exciting? I've never been in a hotel in my life, nor in a theatre; except once when the Catholic Church had a festival and invited the orphans, but that wasn't a real play and it doesn't count.

And what do you think we're going to see? Hamlet. Think of that! We studied it for four weeks in Shakespeare class and I know it by heart.

I am so excited over all these prospects that I can scarcely sleep.

Goodbye, Bats.

This is a very entertaining world.

Yours ever,

Judy

PS. I've just looked at the calendar. It's the 28th.

Another postscript.

I saw a street car conductor today with one brown eye and one blue. Wouldn't he make a nice villain for a detective story?

 

7th April

Dear Batman,

Mercy! Isn't New York big? Worcester is nothing to it. Do you mean to tell me that you actually lived in all that confusion? I don't believe that I shall recover for months from the bewildering effect of two days of it. I can't begin to tell you all the amazing things I've seen; I suppose you know, though, since you live there yourself.

But aren't the streets entertaining? And the people? And the shops? I never saw such lovely things as there are in the windows. It makes you want to devote your life to wearing clothes.

Barbara and Harriet and I went shopping together Saturday morning. Harriet went into the very most gorgeous place I ever saw, white and gold walls and blue carpets and blue silk curtains and gilt chairs. A perfectly beautiful lady with yellow hair and a long black silk trailing gown came to meet us with a welcoming smile. I thought we were paying a social call, and started to shake hands, but it seems we were only buying hats—at least Harriet was. She sat down in “front of a mirror and tried on a dozen, each lovelier than the last, and bought the two loveliest of all.

I can't imagine any joy in life greater than sitting down in front of a mirror and buying any hat you choose without having first to consider the price! There's no doubt about it, Bats; New York would rapidly undermine this fine stoical character which the Bowery Home so patiently built up.

And after we'd finished our shopping, we met Master Bruce at Sherry's. I suppose you've been in Sherry's? Picture that, then picture the dining room of the Bowery Home with its oilcloth-covered tables, and white crockery that you can't break, and wooden-handled knives and forks; and fancy the way I felt!

I ate my fish with the wrong fork, but the waiter very kindly gave me another so that nobody noticed.

And after luncheon we went to the theatre—it was dazzling, marvellous, unbelievable—I dream about it every night.

Isn't Shakespeare wonderful?

Hamlet is so much better on the stage than when we analyze it in class; I “appreciated it before, but now, dear me!

I think, if you don't mind, that I'd rather be an actress than a writer. Wouldn't you like me to leave college and go into a dramatic school? And then I'll send you a box for all my performances, and smile at you across the footlights. Only wear a red rose in your buttonhole, please, so I'll surely smile at the right man. It would be an awfully embarrassing mistake if I picked out the wrong one.

We came back Saturday night and had our dinner in the train, at little tables with pink lamps. I never heard of meals being served in trains before, and I inadvertently said so.

'Where on earth were you brought up?' said Harriet to me.

'In a village,' said I meekly, to Harriet.

'But didn't you ever travel?' said she to me.

'Not till I came to college, and then it was only a hundred and sixty miles and we didn't eat,' said I to her.

She's getting quite interested in me, because I say such funny things. I try hard not to, but they do pop out when I'm surprised—and I'm surprised most “of the time. It's a dizzying experience, to pass eighteen years in the Bowery Home, and then suddenly to be plunged into the WORLD.

But I'm getting acclimated. I don't make such awful mistakes as I did; and I don't feel uncomfortable anymore with the other girls. I used to squirm whenever people looked at me. I felt as though they saw right through my sham new clothes to the checked ginghams underneath. But I'm not letting the ginghams bother me anymore. Sufficient unto yesterday is the evil thereof.

I forgot to tell you about our flowers. Master Bruce gave us each a big bunch of violets and lilies-of-the-valley. Wasn't that sweet of him? I never used to care much for men—judging by Trustees—but I'm changing my mind.

Yours always,

Y/N 

 

10th April

Dear Mr. Rich-Man,

Here's your cheque for fifty dollars. Thank you very much, but I do not feel that I can keep it. My allowance is sufficient to afford all of the hats that I need. I am sorry that I wrote all that silly stuff about the millinery shop; it's just that I had never seen anything like it before.

However, I wasn't begging! And I would rather not accept any more charity than I have to.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N Abbott

Bruce stared down at the check. He had barely thought about it when they had been out in the city and once Y/n had sent the letter, he’d dispatched the check without a second thought. 

Clark Kent, who had been present during the discussion about Y/N's shopping woes, entered the study with a knowing expression. "Having trouble with the whole 'helping' thing?" Clark quipped, a  smile playing on his lips.

Bruce sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wanted to make things a bit easier for her. She didn't have to return the check."

Clark leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. "Bruce, you know Y/N at this point. She's independent and proud. Accepting help might not come naturally to her, especially from someone like you."

Bruce frowned, the frustration evident in his eyes. "But I want to help. She shouldn't have to feel lesser than her peers."

Clark nodded, understanding Bruce's genuine concern. "Maybe it's not about the help itself, but how it's offered. Try sending her a letter with a short note explaining why you sent the check. Make it personal. Sometimes, a few carefully chosen words can make a big difference."

Bruce considered Clark's suggestion, recognizing the wisdom in his friend's advice. "You think that might work?"

"Y/N's a writer, Bruce. Words matter to her. A thoughtful note can make the gesture feel less like charity and more like a friend looking out for another," Clark explained.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce reached for a pen and paper. 

Miss Abbott, I go against my rules by penning this letter but I find myself unable to let this matter go. This check is not charity but a gift from a friend who wishes to see you excel in all matters. I wish you to be able to experience all that your peers are able to. I have never sponsored a woman before and I confess that I lack the knowledge to ensure that you are equal to your peers.  I kindly request that you keep this cheque as an apology for my own failings as your patron.  Mr. Smith

As Bruce sealed the letter, he handed it to Alfred, who was passing by. "Alfred, make sure this gets to Miss Abbott. And let's hope this time, she accepts it."

[whorekneecentral]

What about getting bored of sitting on the couch in the dressing room of a fancy department store while Jenson tries on clothes. So he sends you away with his black card and wander around the store until you see the most perfect pair of fuck me heels in your size so you buy them. At home you wear your new shoes (and only your new shoes) and show off a little for jenson - seb anon

sugar daddy jenson my most beloved <333

Jenson was exhausted, sometimes he forgot about much you liked to shop. Today was no exception; dragging the man from store to store, the bags he was carrying began to pile up as each store went by. 

“Done?” He asks, walking out the store with you and you shrug. 

“Proba- oh! Wait, I wanna check for something.” You walk into the store next door, the heels lined up on the back wall of the store and that’s exactly where you were headed. 

Jenson follows, dropping the bags next to his feet as he sets, watching as you looked at the rows upon rows, asking the sales women to bring a few pairs in your size. 

He figured if you were going to keep shopping, he’s going to need a coffee to keep up. “C’mere,” he calls for you while you waited for the woman to return. 

You walk over to him, standing between his legs as you look down at him. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out his card, the black card between his fingers. “Use that, get whatever you want.”

“Really? Anything I want?” You asked him, your hands fiddling with the collar of his polo. 

“Whatever you want, babydoll. I’m gonna head out, put the bags in the car and get a coffee. You want anything?” 

“My usual.”

Jenson nods, getting up and giving you a kiss. His hand reaching around to slip the card in your back pocket, patting your ass before picking up the bags. 

You sat where he previously did, thanking the woman for bringing over the heels. You tried on maybe 4 or 5 pairs before you settled on one, walking up to the register with her to ring them up. 

Slipping the black card, you slip it back into your pocket, thanking her once more when you take the bag from her. Jenson was waiting in the car, the windows rolled down and he was right outside the store. 

You got in, handing him the card and setting the bag in the back seat with all the others. “Should we do dinner? I’m hungry.” He says as he heads down the empty road back to his place. 

“Sure, whatever you want.” You smiled at him. 

The two of you got home and you both went off get dressed. Jenson had a few things to do so you took a shower and whatnot in the meantime, leaving him to do whatever until he came up to shower. 

You were in the bedroom when he got out of the bathroom. You were sitting on the bed, the shoebox opened on the floor. 

“Those are new,” he notices, glancing at you. “Got them today.” You tell him, slipping them onto your feet. 

You admired them in the mirror that hung by the closet, the man sits on the bed and calls you over, letting you sit on your lap when you reach him. “They look good,” he kisses your neck, pulling you closer. 

“I thought so,” your hand reached up to touch his cheek. 

His hand rubs down your legs, “I think your legs would look better over my shoulders though.” 

You look over your shoulder at him, “what about dinner?” 

Jenson moves you off his lap, letting you sit on the bed. He pulls you to the edge, your legs spread and he’s on his knees in front of you. One leg over his shoulder, the heel digging into his back. 

“I’ve got what I want right here.” 

[octaneink]

Hello Baby Can You Come Over

This is another Harry Lewis one, I think I wrote this after Ring RIng.

It uses the same name for the original character (Aurora) but I think I wrote her to be more of a person rather than the empty husk of the last one (this is moreso due to not having spent enough time developing the story) shes an overworked software engineer. The story was meant to unravel with her slowly learning to let loose, relax and be herself again. I don’t think I had romance at the front of this story when I thought of it, it was more so Aurora developing into herself and finding Harry on the way, if that makes sense?

Original female character x Harry Lewis

Tired bleary eyes behind silver framed rims stared back at her from the mirror. Aurora had just gotten out of the shower, the steam from the hot water fogging up the glass as she stepped out onto the cold tile floor. She quickly got dressed in her favorite tan joggers and a well-worn white crop top, pulling on a brown massive zip-up hoodie that was a size too big and hung in a way that made her look like a child in her father’s clothes. She brushed her fingers through her hair, taming the wild locks into submission with a clip, then slipping on a pair of bright red headphones to hold down any baby hairs that may have escaped, and slipped on her white trainers.

Making her way out of her room, she caught her eye on the full body mirror by door. Aurora barely recognized the reflection staring back at her - she looked like she hadn't slept in days and her clothes were frayed and worn, a far cry from the put-together woman she used to be. The comments her family, friends and co-workers made about her appearance didn’t really sink in until now.

Shaking her head, Aurora grabbed her keys and headed out into the bustling streets of London. She lived in a small, shared apartment on the outskirts of Central London, close enough to the action to be convenient but far enough away to avoid the crowds. As she walked, Aurora thought about her current predicament. She rarely went out anymore, spending most of her time holed up in her flat, working from home and saving her money. The days all blended together, forming a tangled ball of yarn that she couldn't seem to unravel. But today was different - Aurora had recently finished a big project so she took the rest of Friday off from work and she was determined to enjoy it.

Before she left the flat, she turned off her work laptop with the intention of heading out for some unhealthy food. Aurora was thankful that the company she was working for allowed you take off sometime during a workday if you’ve been working a lot. Who knew being one of the three senior developers in a small company would mean that you would have no more free time?

Aurora checked her phone for texts from her friends and started to reply to them methodically. Most were generic ‘How are you’ or ‘How's work going’ texts that she answered quickly. Looking up from her phone to the McDonald's she sighed displeased. There was a long queue leading out to the street. She joined behind a family of four and continued to text her friends. A new notification popped up at the top of her screen, it was a message from her friend Kon:

Are you free now? And will be free for the next three hours or so?

Aurora looked at it, then to the line in front of her that hadn’t moved in the last five minutes and replied:

Yes

Y?

What up?

We are one woman down, can you come down to film?

I’m waiting in line 4 maccies

I will buy you food

I’m not wearing seeing people clothes, I’m in joggers n oversized hoodie

The lads won’t care, some will find it hot I bet you

What lads r u on abt?

My bosses

U want me to be in the same video as ur bosses? U know how sus tht sounds man?

Not everyone is as dirty minded as you Rory

Aurora stared at the screen, then looked up again to the line. A soft ping from her phone made her look at Kon’s message again:

If you get here in the next 20 min, I will buy you sushi

I’ll get all your favourites plus throw in mochi

Aight. Bet. Whats ya addy

Aurora left the queue to flag down a taxi, getting another soft ping. It was the address. She climbed into the back of the taxi and showed him the address, “Can you get me here in under twenty minutes?” Aurora asked the driver.

She nodded, “I can get you there in half the time, honey.” Aurora let out a small yes, sat back and put on the belt. The two ladies talked on the way there, Aurora managed to learn that her driver was named Becca, forty-years old. She had four other siblings, and her eldest brother owned a bakery and café a few blocks from her house and told Aurora to go if she was interested.

Becca pulled up to a two-story bricked building with lots of cars parked outside. Aurora texted Kon she was outside and took out her wallet, “How much?”

“It’ll be fifteen pounds, love.” Aurora took out a twenty and handed it to Becca and started to get out the taxi. “Wait for your change, honey, I owe you five.”

Aurora paused, half her foot out the car and replied “Becca, you got me here in seven minutes. That five is a thank you for letting me get something from my friend. Please, keep it.” Becca smiled and said thank you. Aurora left the car, closed the door, waved once and the walked to what she thought to be the entrance.

She was proven right when the door opened and Kon stepped through, waving at her. “Hey, thanks for coming in such short notice. Really quickly too. And don’t worry, I ordered the sushi already. Figured you’d be hungry. When did you last eat?” they hugged and stepped into the warm studio. Aurora looked around the room seeing lots of women sitting on the sofa, a tall bar, four barstools, a coffee bar and what she thinks are employees like Kon doing their jobs.

“Does coffee two hours ago count?”

“No. Of course not, Rory.”

“Then lunch yesterday.” Kon sighed and dragged us to the coffee station.

“Fuck sake Rory.” He reaches under the coffee station, rummages through something, pulls it out and hands it to Rory. Aurora looked at it, it was a protein bar, she opened it. He then took out the pot with the brewed coffee and placed it inside one of the mugs, handing it to her when he finished, “Is it your job again?” Aurora nodded, stuffing half the bar into her mouth and biting it. She finished chewing, swallowed and drank a gulp of the lukewarm coffee.

“Yea, I’ve been working a lot of overtime the past week. I’ve finally programmed it to be put into production and sent off to the testers. Because I’ve done so much overtime, I can basically take half days for the next two weeks, and they can’t complain about it.”

“You really need to find a new job, Rory. That or stay in this job, but stop letting them push you around so much.” Kon looked like he was going to start ranting, so Aurora interrupted him.

“I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve started looking. I’ve even been to some interviews already. I’ll quit when I definitely get a job that I like.” he looked ready to ask more, but she barrelled on, “Now, tell me what I signed myself up for.”

Kon nodded and led her to the bar, and they pulled out the stools and sat, “So basically it's tinder in real life for a YouTube video.” Aurora choked on the rest of the protein bar, she coughed, took the coffee and drank it, washing down the bar.

“Kon, you gotta tell me these things before, man. I look horrible.”

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up you look fine. Anyways, you need to walk up to those stairs, go stand by the feet, face the camera introduce yourself and where you’re from, and then decide yes or no on the guys depending on what they say to you. At the end of it, you need to tell them why you said no. You’d be the last one up there, so I’m sure you can listen in if it will make you feel less nervous.”

Aurora nodded. “Cool, can I give a reply to what they tell me? Make a little conversation and the like, or just send them off?”

"You can do whatever you want, Rory. Just keep in mind, some of these lads have a girlfriend." he said. Aurora looked at him puzzled, "The fuck they doin this for then?"

Kon shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Content. The fans demand it. Or for the craic, as you say. Take your pick." His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it before looking back up at Aurora. "Sushi's here, I'll grab it, and then we can chat a bit more before I have to head back upstairs. I stepped out to get you, and I can't go back in until the girl up there is finished." Aurora watched as Kon walked out the door to retrieve the sushi. Her mind was filled with doubts about the upcoming shoot. She had always been there for Kon, mostly providing online support because of her busy schedule, and creating websites for him when he asked. She was scared, if she was being honest. Aurora knew that if she wasn't so tired and hungry, she would be quaking in her boots and sprinting out the door. But in her current state, she felt untouchable. Maybe she should have more coffee to wake up a bit more. She didn't want to say something on camera that would make her look foolish. The sound of a paper bag being placed on the table brought her attention back to Kon. "Are you alright there? You seemed deep in thought," Kon asked, concern etched on his face.

She thanked him for the food, pulling it out and laying it in front of them, took one of the chopsticks and passed the other one to him. She waited for him to take it before replying, “I’ll be honest with you Kon, I have slept a total of six hours since Monday.” she looked at him, and she wondered what he saw, if the exhaustion she felt reflected on her face.

“You already know what I will say.” Aurora did, she’s lost count of the amount of times they have had this conversation. Sometimes she thinks that is the reason they don’t meet up in person any more, they would end in uncomfortable silence. She missed their childhood, it seemed easier then. “So I will keep this short, please go home after this Aurora.” He used her full name, he was being serious, “Don’t do anything. Not even housework, just sleep.” Aurora nodded, feeling chided.

“Hand on heart Kon,” she placed her hand on her heart, “I will do just that.” They ate in silence for a beat before she spoke up quietly “Thanks Kon, I mean it honestly. We should catch up soon. Properly this time. How’s tomorrow evening sound?”

Kon hummed and held up a finger, chewing and swallowing the bite of nigiri he was eating, then answering, “I said I would be drinking with the lads and their missus, but I can ask if you can tag along.”

Aurora shook her head “Are you mad? I can’t come uninvited.” Kon rolled his eyes and replied “Don’t be dramatic Rory, I just invited you.” she sputtered trying to come up with a reply when a girl walked down the stairs, Kon stood up, took one more nigiri and said “Alright, see you up there. You got it, Rory.” With one last pat on her shoulder, he walked off and up the stairs. Aurora stared at the stairs where he disappeared, mouth gaped, she had more questions. Closing her mouth, she faces the platter again, unlocks her phone and start up some music again. Hard bass start up, enough to distract her from where she is but still be able to hear if someone called her up.

Swiping on her phone, Aurora continued to eat the sushi while trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. The next hour or so passed like that, she heard the team beckon the girls upstairs. As more names are called she felt more relaxed, she finished the meal a while ago and cleaned up after herself. Placing all the rubbish in the bag it came in and threw it in a bin provided, she even ate one of the matcha mochi Kon surprisingly bought her. She decided to keep the other in her hoodie pocket to give to Kon after the shoot. It was tradition to split dessert with who ever bought it. Aurora stared blankly at her phone not really paying attention to it, she was more hyper aware of the staircase and the women that were there but have long gone, having left the building after their shot.

“Oi Rory, get up here.” Kon’s voice came from the stairs. Snapping to attention, she took a deep breath, and walked to the stairs. On the way there, she slipped her phone into her pocket, turned down her music and tucked her headphones around her neck, making sure to pull out any hair that was trapped under it. It felt like she blinked, and she was almost on the top of the stairs, she could just about see the mark she was meant to stand on, several people and lots of equipment. “Hello.” she said.

“That’s your Rory?” She tried not to focus on the lads lining up where she would stand along. She especially didn’t want to think of the hush that followed, then murmuring that she couldn’t understand fully due to the blood pumping around her ears.

Aurora fiddled with the rings on her hands as she walked up to the spot on the floor, spotting Kon by one of the cameras adjacent to her. He waved, pointing to the camera closest to him, and mouthed ‘This one’ to her. Aurora let out a small relieved smile, took a calming breath, hoped that her voice didn’t betray how nervous she really felt.

“Hi everyone,” she waved “I’m Aurora, but you can call me Rory, twenty-three, and I live in London.” she then faced the—she counted quickly in her head, ten lads in front of her. “Evening lads, how’s everyone today?”

Someone towards the back piped up, she didn’t really see who it was that said “Fantastic. Thank you for asking, starting to get really hungry though, not gonna lie. Only one other person asked you know. Bit rude.” the man was ignored by the surrounding lads.

Aurora, still fiddling with the rings on her hands smiled at the guy in front of her, he was taller than her, dark skinned, notably wore a white hoodie, and a black bandana. She waited for him to say a pickup line like Kon said but when he opened his mouth and said “I’m KSI.” with his arms spread wide, she was confused. She heard the lads and especially Kon laugh up-roaringly.

“Um,” Aurora pushed up her glasses, “sorry, I thought I was supposed to hear a pickup line.” the man in-front of her stared open-mouthed. A short man pushed his head to the side to peak at her and said “Wait do you not know who he is?” she shook her head and replied “Not a clue, sorry.”

KSI turned to Kon and yelled, “What the fuck man? What did you tell her?” a ginger man with glasses pipped up and said, “Fuck all, apparently.” then he let out a loud infectious laughter that soon everyone was laughing along. Aurora couldn’t help but join in, she had no clue what exactly they found funny, but she was sleep-deprived enough to not care.

“Alright, sorry. Let’s try that again. I’m JJ, twenty seven years old and do you like sleep?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“What a coincidence, I do too.” a wide smirk stretched across his face “We should sleep together.”

Aurora hummed “Lovely line, but no.” she swiped, pointing to the big white glowing sign that said no.

“What why not?” He sounded angry but didn’t look it, walking slowly to the no. “You said you like sleep.”

“I love sleep, I really do. But does it look like I’ve had much of it recently?” She took one hand pointed and pointed to her face, more specifically under her eyes, “I’ve had a total six glorious hours of sleep since Monday.”

He whipped back around shocked, “Damn bitch, get some sleep.”

Aurora can’t imagine how deranged she looks when the noise that came out of her mouth plus the “I’m trying.” she focused on the next man in line, he was shorter than JJ and gave off a boyish smile “Hi I’m Vik, twenty five and, uh I wrote a poem for you. Would you like to hear it?” she nodded. “Roses are red, violets are blue. I’ve got a knife, get in the back of the van.” She laughed, the type you would let out when you are too shocked to do anything else. Looking around the room, she saw that many others were also reacting with shocked laughter. It was clear that the joke had caught everyone by surprise, and they were all struggling to process what they had just heard. An unknown man voiced out “What the fuck Vik?” from the line.

“Uh,” Aurora started, hand raising like she was asking a teacher in school a question, “is there an answer where I won’t get stabbed or trafficked?” the group erupted into fits of giggles and guffaws. Some people doubled over, clutching their sides as they laughed uncontrollably. “I’ll just walk to no for you.” Vik walked over to the no side as he talked.

Aurora looked at the next man in line, the notable thing about him was he was tall and had a beard. “Hi I’m Josh, and I’m twenty eight.” she waved at him “Do you like sharks because I've got a megla-dong.” Booing started up from the surrounding lads, JJ from the side started yelling about not being original. And the ginger man she heard yell at Kon earlier started to yell “Come up with your own fucking joke Zerka.”

She waited for them to calm down before asking him “Do you want to go again or?” she dragged out the ‘r’ and she shook his head and walked to no. “Wow cool.” Another tall boy walked up to her, this time the notable thing about him was his lanky figure and a black bomber jacket.

“I’m Simon, I’m twenty eight and I gotta say the only thing I hate about Spotify is not adding you in this week's hottest single.” Aurora gasped, hand clutched over her heart “Gah that was so cute.” she swiped yes “Go, go, go!” Simon walked off, first to the yes side, a smug smile was sent over to the three over at no.

I focused once again on the guy in front of me, this time the most notable thing of the guy was his durag and a kind smile “Hi I’m Chunks, twenty four and I have to say, if I had a flower for every time I think of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” a gooey smile broke through Aurora’s face “Awww, thank you Chunks.” she pointed to the yes side, and they all celebrated “That’s all of them!” Chunks yelled, while doing a little dance to the yes, “You lot need to get on my level.” Simon was waiting with his hand out, ready for a high five, Chunks raised his hands, and they met in the middle with a loud slap.

“I’m Tobi, I’m twenty seven and I just have one question,” she motioned for him to go on, “apple or orange juice?” The lads started going on again about re-using the same line “Listen lads I’m starving, sorry if I can’t think of original material.”

“Apple.” Aurora answered and asked him “Why?” he didn’t say anything, he just gave her a happy nod and walked to the yes side. She watched perplexed but let him be.

“You just gonna let him go?” it was the ginger man’s turn now, and he didn’t look too happy with her decision of letting him go, she shrugged and said “He took charge and made his own choice. I respect that.” he smirked and started to walk to yes “No,” He stopped, “Tobi at least introduced himself and gave something. You need to try too.”

He rolled his eyes, walked back and said “Names Ethan, I’m twenty five and I’m feeling a little peckish, you got any almonds?” Aurora shook her head, “No? Well how about a date?” Aurora gasped again, “Damn that was one smooth line you know. Yes.” He jogged to the other two and gave them both high-fives. He then faced the people on the no side and threw up, what Aurora assumed to be gang signs and gloated being on the yes.

A really tall man walked up next and said “Hi I’m Harry Pinero, HP, I’m twenty nine.” He pulls his left arm to his chest and pushed back his sleeve, “My watch tells me things about other people and it says you’re not wearing any panties.” he tapped his wrist, notably having no watch, making Aurora laugh “Sorry to say Harry, but it’s wrong I am.” he nodded slowly “Hm, must be fast.” he then pretended to adjust his watch. He then looked up slowly and raised a brow. A slow smile spread on Aurora’s face and she let out a laugh, “Yes, the non existent prop is hilarious.” He laughed, thanked her and walked smugly to the other lads.

Aurora watched amused, only two people were left now, a short man and a blonde man. “Hi I’m Filly, twenty five and I just have to say, eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.” The lads around him complained about the Spanish, but Aurora replied “Me halagas, gracias, era lindo pero aburrido. ¿Pero qué habrías hecho si no supiera español?” He gasped, a delighted smile stretched across his face “Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.”

“¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?”

“Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.”

“Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?”

“No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.”

“Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.”

Aurora smirked, mind running trying to think of something good, “Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.” She then looked him in the eyes then said “Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías.“

She could tell he shocked Filly with her pick-up line, his mouth was gape, and he stared at her in surprise. After a beat of silence, he let out a burst of surprised laughter. "I can't believe you just said that." he said, trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

“We’re gonna need a translation, lad.” The man behind Filly said, “Don’t worry to the viewers at home though because there will be subtitles.”

“I gave her a cheesy line, she said what I would have done if she didn’t know Spanish, then she said she could do better and said one of the most outrageous shit. I didn’t expect it out of her. I don’t know why Kon wanted us to be nice when she can say shit like that.”

“What did she say?” Ethan asked. Filly turned to me, looked me up and down and gave me a judgemental look that’s obviously fake then said “Go on, say that filthy thing.” Aurora shrugged and said “Ok, I told him if we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it, and you'd be loving it.”

Laugher rang through the studio, though the man behind Filly spoke up “Ah that’s not too bad.” Aurora nodded, snapped and pointed at him “YES! He’s correct, I could have gone the second route, which was to say are you treasure? Cuz I'd love to hunt you down and share you between my men.” The laughter stopped. There was a shocked silence in the studio. The sound of someone’s breathy laughter echoed through the empty room, breaking the silence. It was like a domino effect, everyone was laughing along as well. Despite the initial shock, the laughter continued to build as they all tried to make sense of the situation. It was a mix of amusement and disbelief, and it felt like the room was buzzing with excitement. As the laughter subsided, she couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. It was unexpected, she didn’t think they would find her joke that funny. 

“Oh, before I forget, it's a yes for you. Gracias por hablar conmigo.” Filly celebrated while walking off to the yes. Something along the lines of finally getting on yes while JJ is on the no.

The blonde man behind Filly stepped up. He looked nervous, “Hi, I’m Harry. I’m twenty seven,” he paused, Aurora could see the internal struggle reflecting on his face. Harry fidgeted with his hands and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly nervous about telling the pick-up line. When he finally spoke, “Are you a bowl of milk? Cuz I'd like to put you on the floor and lap that shit up.” He kept going, his eyes locked on Aurora's as he delivered the line.

Aurora's eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she couldn't believe what she had heard. But then, to her surprise, she found herself laughing. "I can't believe you just said that," she said, still giggling, "but it was actually good." she pointed to the yes, he stared at her in shock. The other people in the studio started to laugh from the sheer surprise that Aurora hadn't been offended by it.

“No to Vik because I am scared to be trafficked,” said man nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Aurora continued, “Josh is a no because he apparently re-used a pick-up line and willingly walked to no. And no to JJ because you rubbed in what I couldn’t have.”

“That’s fair yea.” JJ nodded and the surrounding two agreed.

Aurora zoned out for a bit, standing there as the lads celebrated the end of the video. She started to focus again when she saw Kon walk towards her “Hey, thanks again for this.” she waved one hand to say it's not a bother, and with the other she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mochi, “Don’t worry, it was fun. Got to leave the flat and free food. Here’s your half, by the way.” and placed it into his hand.

“So what will you be up to after this? Can I tempt you with more food?” She shook her head and took out her phone and started to book an Uber to take her back to her flat “Thanks for the offer Kon, but I’m heading back to the flat and just crashing. I’m beat.” he nodded and shrugged, “That’s fair, see you tomorrow then.” Aurora looked at her phone, the Uber won’t get there for another ten minutes, “Is there anything I can do to help before I go? I don’t mind giving a hand.” she offered.

Kon shook his head and waved her off. "No, no, that's okay. We've got it covered. You just go home and get some rest. You need it," he said, grinning. Aurora nodded and rolled her eyes at his jab, she couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Okay, thanks, Kon. I'll see you soon," she said, before turning to walk down the stairs to wait for her Uber.

But before she could take another step, her friend Kon stopped her. "Where are you going?" he asked, sounding confused. Aurora turned to face him, feeling confused at his confusion. "I'm going to wait for my Uber outside. It's on its way, and I don't want to miss it," she replied, her tone as confused as she felt.

Kon's eyes narrowed and he raised a very judgemental brow. "You're going to wait outside? In this cold? Are you mad?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Aurora blinked at him "I'm not crazy, Kon. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way and miss my ride." she said as if it was obvious.

Kon shook his head. "You're being stupid, Aurora. You’re not in anyone’s way. Plus, you're going to freeze out there. Come on, wait downstairs where it's warm," he said, taking her arm and steering her towards the stairs. Aurora followed him without complaint as they walked down the stairs. As she settled onto the couch in the lobby while watching him walk back up to the chaotic top floor, she couldn't help but feel happy with her choice of friend. “Text me when you get back to the flat right.”

“Will do boss.” She called up the stairs. Sitting on the couch made Aurora aware of how exhausted she felt. Her mind felt like a deep fog settled and she was pretty sure she hadn’t blinked until her phone vibrated signalling her Uber has arrived. She walked out of the studio and settled into the backseat of the car, feeling grateful to finally be on her way to the flat.

As the Uber made its way through the city, Aurora found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She tried to focus on the passing buildings and street signs, but it was all a blur. She felt like she blinked and suddenly the car was pulling up outside her flat.

Aurora thanked the driver and stumbled out of the car to make her way inside her flat. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door. Finally, she managed to get it open and walked inside. She took off her shoes, slipped her feet into a pair of slippers, and made sure the front door was locked and bolted before walking to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed, barely managing to text her friend to let her know she was home before falling into a deep sleep.

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Translation (as provided by Google Translate)

You are so beautiful that you leave me speechless. → Eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras. 

That was cute, bit boring but cute. But what happened if I didn't know Spanish? → Eso era lindo, un poco aburrido pero lindo. Pero ¿qué pasaría si no supiera español?

You can speak Spanish? → ¿Puedes hablar Espahish?

Yes, I can speak and understand it. → Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.

How long? How did you learn? → ¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?

A year, picked it up because I was bored. → Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.

I thought you were Spanish you know. Where are you from? → Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?

I'm not I'm mixed, Filipina and unkown. → No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.

And don't think I missed that part about it being boring. I'd like to see you do better. → Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.

Alright, I was expecting to hear something like this. → Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.

If we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it and you'd be loving it → Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías

I didn't know how to progress from this. I had originally written something that followed Aurora meeting the full gang in a restaurant the day after, but I have no idea what to do after it, and I just stopped.

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It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Bucks parents forgot about his birthday once again, Bucky certainly did not.

WC: 4, 040

C/W: Mentions of church and smut at the end (can be skipped!)

MOTA Masterlist!

Buck woke up a little earlier and took a little more time getting ready. He took more time picking out his outfit, standing in the mirror dabbing some of his cologne behind his ears. He knew it would drive Bucky up the wall later when he inevitably would be kissing at Bucks neck.

He picked out a new dark brown sweater that definitely complimented his blue eye. He had excitement for today, not that his birthday was ever particularly a big day. It fell not long after new years and it just seemed to get pushed down and forgotten about because of the Holidays.

So of course this year would probably be no different.

Buck came down the steps seeing a familiar sight in the kitchen of his parents packing Adelaide and Zoe’s lunches. Meatball sitting at the girls feet waiting for them to drop something.

“Good morning,” Buck said, clearing his throat coming into the kitchen grabbing his lunch from the fridge.

“Morning, Gale.” His moms voice frantic with a little edge, scribbling notes on the napkins for the girls.

“So, are we still going to dinner? Is it alright if John comes? I assumed but I just wanted to ask first…”

Mary looked up at him, her eyebrows raised and her eyes a little wide. She turned her head glancing at the white board calendar in the kitchen then back at Buck. “Oh sweety…”

And Buck knew that they had forgotten.

“Happy birthday Gale!” Zoe came running over to Buck giving him a hug Addy not far behind, their dad following in with their empty cereal bowls.

“Thank you,” Buck smiles down at the two blonde girls seeing the realization hit his dads face too.

“We’re going to have to reschedule, sweetie…I’m sorry your father and I have a work dinner meeting and the girls are going to Grandmas. I’m sorry I don’t know how we missed it, I swore it was next week.” Buck’s mom sighed as she wrapped him in a hug, “Here why don’t we do this?”

The short blonde woman went buzzing over to her purse sitting on the table and dug before pulling out her wallet, “You can have John and Curt over and you can order a pizza? I know it won’t make up for dinner at Rosalines but we can probably fit that into next week?”

“Okay, I gotta get going, I have to pick up John.” Buck pointed towards the door, he loved his parents but he just really wanted to get out of the house. He wasn’t expecting much anyways but at least they promised dinner?

Buck smiled to himself like a proud boyfriend watching Bucky come out the front door holding a large container and a balloon. Rushing over to the car, John set his container and his backpack in the back seat before climbing into the front. “Happy birthday to you!” Bucky's smile grew wide before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” Buck's cheeks began to turn red. He knew Bucky wouldn’t let Bucks birthday slide without making the biggest deal. He tried throwing him a surprise party last year. But Hambone and Douglass ended up accidentally bringing it up in front of Buck.

“How does it feel to be a legal adult? Should we go buy scratch offs and get matching tattoos?”

“That sounds like a terrible idea.”

“What if we win it big from scratch off? We could buy a house and have sex in every room.”

“Do you know how much houses cost in this economy?” Buck let out a laugh, gently rubbing John's thigh.

“No, because I don’t pay attention in econ,” Bucky flicked him two finger guns, “Oh I also made you a cake! I was gonna put it in Ms. Argyle's room for the day, then we can eat it later or we can eat it at lunch but then we’d probably have to share it with the others. You know how those volchars are”

“You made me a cake?” Buck glanced at him, seeing the wide smile on the other's face.

“Yeah I frosted it too and there’s strawberries on it.” Bucky felt proud of himself; he knew how Buck didn’t really like his birthday, “Are we still going out to dinner at that one fancy place?”

“Uh…no. They forgot.” Buck tripped over his words, “Too busy to fit me into their calendar. She gave me some money to order a pizza and said you and Curt could come over.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Buck.” John knew this wasn’t anything new, Buck would have something important and his parents wouldn’t work him into their schedules. He wasn’t near the top of their priority list anways.

“It’s fine, it’ll probably be more fun this way. You, me, Curt, some shitty movie and the cake you made.”

“That does sound kind of fun, maybe we can go for a couple rounds of birthday sex then.” Bucky punched him lightly in the shoulder. Buck had been looking forward to the birthday sex…he wasn’t a man of lying.

Bucky rested his hand on the top of Bucks, squeezing it lightly, “We should skip and drive out of town and get a hotel room.”

“As appealing as that sounds, I have a calc test today,” Buck sighs, pulling into the high school's parking lot.

“For my birthday we should plan, skip and go get matching face tattoos.”

“We are not getting matching face tattoos!”

“Hey!” Croz slapped his hand down on Bucks hood as they came to a hard stop, nearly hitting him and Bubbles.

“Sorry boys!” Bucky rolled down the window.

“I’ll give you a break, because it’s your birthday.” Croz smiled walking over to Buck's window, “Happy birthday, old man.”

“You’re next Croz!” Buck points at him as he pulls into a parking spot since Croz had the next birthday.

“Now we must seize our day, Buck.” Bucky patted the other's leg, “I promise that today is going to be a good day.” John unbuckled and leaned over the center council cradling the side of Buck's face, “And the wait for sex will be worth it.” Bucky pressed a gentle, teasing kiss to his lips, “I assure you, Gale. You’ll be glad the house is empty.”

Buck pressed his lips back into Bucky’s but he pulled away teasingly, “You’ll be starving for it later.” Bucky opened the door, getting out, Buck rolled his eyes, throwing his head back dramatically before doing the same.

“Whats up Queers!” Curt came jogging up behind them from where he had gotten off the bus then seeing the two walking to the doors, “Happy birthday Buck.” He patted him on the shoulder and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Hey!” Bucky rejoiced as if he hadn’t seen Curt in years.

“How’s the birthday?” Curt put a strong hand on Bucks shoulder.

“Just the usual, my parents forgot.” Gale shrugged nonchalantly.

“Damn I’m sorry that happened again.”

“It’s fine we're gonna have a good day regardless, right John?” Buck nudged his boyfriend.

“Hell yeah we are! You should come eat cake with me and Buck later!” John walked a bit further ahead walking backwards, making Buck a little nervous because the cake was still in his hands.

“I gotta work tonight, someones gotta run the fuckin’ Taco Bell.” Curt sighed holding the door open for them.

“What!? Don’t they know that this is a national holiday?” Bucky protested.

“Well it’d probably be more like a bank holiday, unfortunately.” Curt snickered, elbowing their sides.

Unfortunately, Curts right, his parents wouldn’t even notice if his birthday was a national holiday. Now he just wanted the school day to go by fast so he could be with John.

“We have to take them to Grandma Ethels?” Bucky grumbled looking at the longline of cars in the pickup line at the elementary school.

“Yes, we won’t stay long I promise. I’m just going to run in, you don’t have to come in.” Buck didn’t exactly want to go to his Grandmas either but he had to drop off Addy and Zoe. If he tries to leave without coming in she would chew his ear off on how bad of an influence she thinks Bucky is. She deeply despised him since he first came to the family Christmas. His other cousins brought their boyfriends and girlfriends. Why couldn’t he bring his?

Buckys always a hit with Bucks aunties though, which made for a good time. but across the room would be his Grandma silently judging him for bringing ‘the devil’ into her family.

“I’m sorry that she acts that way in front of you. You don’t deserve that and it’s not okay.” Buck glanced over at him and brought one of his hands down to his thigh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh look!” Bucky broke out a smile while they pulled up next and saw Addy and Zoe waving at them before they rushed getting into the back.

“Hi Bucky!” The girls leaned over the seat hugging him. Addy and Zoe were easily Bucky's second biggest fans right behind Buck and Curt.

“We made you a card,” Zoe smiled, unzipping her backpack and taking out the card.

“That's so nice of you guys,” Buck glanced in the rearview mirror at them. Bucky took the card from them showing Buck as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

“Is this us?” Bucky cooed pointing at the two stick people holding hands with a heart over them holding hands.

“Yeah!” Addy pointed at the pink card.

“Because you guys are in love,” Zoe giggled, “I drew Gale and Addy drew Bucky.”

“You guys are so talented I think it looks just like me,” Bucky held the card up next to his face.

“Yes, the next Michael Angelo and Davinci.” Buck agreed, sharing a smile with Bucky and giving his thigh a small squeeze.

“Do we have to go to Grandmas?” Addy pouted in the back, the girls were on a similar page about their Grandma. She always had really weird strict rules that certainly hadn’t changed since Gale was younger.

“Yeah, why not? Grandma doesn’t let us watch any cartoons and she wears too much perfume.” Zoe whispered the last part causing an eruption of laughter from the entire car. As much as Buck didn’t want to have to leave them with her he also didn’t want to have to be responsible for them…it also might’ve been because he had been looking forward to Bucky bending him over the kitchen counter.

“Because I have plans with my friends and mom and dad have a work dinner. I don’t even know what time they’ll be back tonight. Here, how about after school tomorrow we can go get ice cream?” Buck suggested trying to keep the peace.

“Can I come for ice cream?” Bucky asked, pointing at himself sticking out his bottom lip slightly.

“Of course you can come, you don’t have to ask.”

“Okay I can’t promise you that this is going to be like the best cake you’ve ever had. I followed some recipes on Tik Tok and…voila.” Buck took the container off the cake. It was a heart shaped messily chocolate frosted cake with ‘HBD Buck’ in messy white frosting at the top. Strawberries cut in half garnished the dollops of frosting on the border.

“You’re too sweet, I mean it John.” Buck slapped his ass lightly causing the other to turn bright red.

“I’m gonna sing to you and it’s going to be so good I’ll win a Grammy for my performance!” Bucky announced as he seemed to magically pull out a box of birthday candles out of his pocket. Buck knew all of this was incredibly cheesy but he knew how much of a romantic Bucky is…he also liked rose petals and candles on the bed…and well Buck liked the romantics of it all too.

“I guess this is your one day in the entire year where I cannot deny you the right to sing.” Buck knocked his elbow into his boyfriend's side.

“You love when I sing, you can’t keep lying to yourself.” Bucky stuck the candles in the cake. Today he was focused on Buck and he just wanted to make his day better. He could see in the way his shoulders seemed to sag more every time he saw him and the glow in his eyes was just not as bright as it should be.

Bucky grabbed his lighter from his pocket and lit the five candles on the cake.

“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Gale. Happy birthday to you!” Bucky sang to him Meatball sitting at their feet seemingly howling along to Bucky's scratchy voice. Buck blew out the candles silently wishing for a good and amazing year for them. Then he felt Bucky's lips pressed to his cheek, the familiar little mustache tickling his skin.

“What’d you wish for?”

“Can’t tell or it won’t come true.”

“Did you wish for me to grow a thicker mustache so I can gel it?”

“Hell no.”

Bucky shook his head grabbing a knife from the knife block, Buck quickly took it out of his hands. “No knives for you, remember home ec last year when you almost stabbed me?”

“That was an accident. How was I supposed to know the water was going to boil over? It almost burned my hand.” Bucky threw his arms up in the air dramatically with that silly, dopey smile on his face. Buck truly wouldn't have cared if John accidentally stabbed him if it meant him not burning his hand.

“Why don’t you get two plates down, Gordon Ramsey?”

Bucky definitely wasn’t the kind of guy who knew his way around the kitchen. He knew how to make ramen in the microwave and that was about it.

Buck definitely is impressed by the cake as he cuts into it. It smelled good and it looked good. “Did you make this by yourself?”

“Well I Facetimed Croz and he gave me some tips. But other than that, yeah. Maybe I did actually learn a few things in home ec.” Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, his face deep in thought but quickly pulled from it as Buck slid the plate with his slice over to him. They both leaned on the counter as they both took a bite, Bucky's face puckering a bit, his lips then pursing together.

It was absolutely terrible. But Buck wasn’t going to show that, he smiled through his bite and swallowed hard, “This is really good.”

“Really? Because I think it tastes like shit.” Bucky snickered, breaking the silence.

Buck felt a wash of relief somewhat fall off his body, it was true though. He would sit here and eat the most vile thing ever and pretend to like it if Bucky made it. That's just how they were, they'd do just about anything to please the other.

“Yeah, wanna go buy a cake from Walmart?”

“Hell yeah.”

The two sat on the couch with the small cake resting on Bucks lap as the two of them just had two forks and no care in the world. They had picked some movie to watch and it was proving to be as boring as watching paint dry. Bucky leaned against Buck, his head resting on his shoulder looking up at him as he brought another bite of cake up to his mouth.

Bucky reached up and gently nudged Buck's hand forcing some frosting to get on his face. “Oops,” he giggled, swiping the frosting off of Buck's nose with his finger and putting it in his mouth.

Buck swallowed hard as he felt that familiar feeling in his pants. Not quite an erection but just that warm feeling. Buck quickly put the cake on the coffee table catching Bucky's hips as he launched himself at Buck's face. John brought his hands up to the others face holding him as he stuck his tongue down Gales throat.

Buck could feel his dick get the rest of the way hard as he began grinding into John's knee between his legs. “God you’re so beautiful.” Bucky mumbled against his lips as he put a hand on Bucks bicep squeezing his muscles, “Have you been working out, Gale?

“I have, what about you, John?” Buck rested his forehead against Buckys, sliding his icy hands under John's hoodie feeling his abs. He knew every inch of John's body like it was his own, he could identify him by hands alone. God, he loved his hands…

Gale wrapped his hand around Bucky's wrist and brought his thumb up to his mouth before wrapping his lips around it.

John let out a small whimper as he watched Gale take his hand. His eyes were closed as he sucked on his thumb but Bucky quickly replaced it with his middle and pointer finger. Buck swallowed against them letting out a small groan, “You’re so fuckin hot. Do you want it now?”

“Bent over the counter,” Gale mumbled against John's fingers. He watched Bucky's face turn bright red and his lips pull up into a devious smile.

“I’ll be right back?” Bucky smirked, hopping off the couch and be-lining it to the stairs. Buck stood up off the couch and put Meatball in his kennel in the office. If they didn’t put him in the kennel he’d sit there and howl the entire time or just kinda stare at them.

Bucky came bouncing down the stairs, the bottle of lube being tossed back and forth in his hands, “Hey that's my job!” John came jogging over and slapped Bucks hands, hooking his fingers into Bucks belt loops pulling him closer. Buck being forced to give up on taking his shirt off. John smirked, satisfied with Buck.

Buck presses his lips back into Johns gently nudging his knee back to sit back down. John took a step back, his hands on Buck's waist pulling them back down onto the couch. Quickly deciding to flip around, John back straddling Bucks lap surely grinding his cock against his thigh. John felt for the bottom seam of Buck's shirt, shiming it up off his body. Trailing wet hot kisses from his mouth down the side of his neck. John began sucking a hickey into Buck's boney collarbone seemingly leaving a trail of small bites as John got on his knees on the floor. Undoing Gales belt, he began palming at the ever growing bulge in his pants. Buck let out an airy moan. His head tipping back, letting out a frustrated grunt looking up.

John had stopped his palming to undo his belt, “Hurry.” Gale let out a small whimper pushing his hands down to undo his button and zipper. John smirks up at him, teasingly pulling down his pants. He did it as slowly as possible, not breaking eye contact with Gale. The other squirming and squeezing his thighs together, “You can’t tease it’s my birthday.”

“You’re so ridiculous.”

John pulled Gales boxers down, his hard cock smacked against his stomach.

“God you’re so beautiful.” John spoke gazing down at Gale's plump, pink cock. Wrapping a hand around the base John ran his tongue around the tip of it.

Gale gasped, grabbing a fist full of John’s messy brown curls. John felt encouragement from him sitting back on his knees as he swiped his fingers through a chunk of frosting from the cake. Gale felt his body go rigid watching John smear the frosting down the underside of his cock.

“Oops.” John chuckled to himself, swallowing Gale's entire cock, flattening his tongue out and licking the frosting off. The knot in Gale's stomach grew tighter as John pulled his cock back from his mouth with a pop noise. A small bit of frosting and pre cum running from his lips to his chin. God he was so hungry for John right now, considering even abandoning get bent over the counter just so he could fuck John right here on the couch. That idea got scrapped fast, John pressing his lips back into Gales. Gale tasting the sweetness of his own cum mixing with the frosting,

“Let's get this off.” Gale pulled John's shirt off and tossing it mindlessly onto the floor.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Gale whined while wrapping his legs around John's waist. The other didn’t even take a second thought wrapping his hands around Gales' ass picking him up. Carrying him over to the kitchen island he set Gale on the counter then tearing off his own pants. John waited patiently all week to get to bend Gale over and the anticipation was building in his own stomach.

“Come on beautiful,” John whispered gruffly, grabbing Gale by his thighs and pulling him off the counter, “Do you want me to work your sweet little ass open for me?” Landing a loud smack against the blonde's ass.

“Yes please,” Gale whimpered, leaning on the counter and spreading his legs just the slightest. Without warning he rocked forward feeling John shove two lubed up fingers into him. Gale grunting biting down on his lip, “fuck.” He whined as John scissored his fingers, Gale pushing his hips back against him, “I’m ready.”

John, satisfied with him grabbed the lube off the table squirting some into his hand then working his own cock. “Look at you Gale. All pretty just for me.”

Gale's face got warm, blushing red across his cheeks. John rested his head against his entrance for a moment, “Ready beautiful?”

“Please,” Gale whimpered, relaxing himself as John slid his length in, wrapping his hands around Gale's hips squeezing them.

“Oh you feel so good,” John spoke leaning forward as he began thrusting his hips into Gale. Gale leaned on his elbows, John delivering harder and rougher blows to him. His knees started knocking into the cabinets on the island. No one makes him feel good the way John does.

Gale let out a whimper feeling John’s large hand wrap around the back of his neck and his other go to his cock.

“I love you,” Gale uttered through breathy moans feeling the warmth of John’s hand pumping up and down on his cock, Gale rocking his hips back into John’s.

Whipping his head up, Gale heard the shaking of his moms precious fine china cabinet. The slams of John's hips into Gales growing louder and becoming more on beat. “Be Careful what are we gonna tell Mary if we break her china.” Gale's little chuckle filled the room for a moment.

“What if I don’t wanna be careful?”

“Do you…Oh yes right there oh my god!” Gale threw his head back slamming his hips back into John as he hit just the perfect spot and began jerking him off harder, “John oh my god. I love you.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby…I love you too.” John moaned, grabbing a handful of Gales locks. Slamming his hips into him, “You make me feel so good.”

“Don’t pull out,” Gale began begging as he could feel they were both about to climax. John began pumping him harder and harder, rubbing his thumb over the slit.

“John…” Gale aggressively pushed his hips into John as he came all over John's hand and his own stomach. Moving his hips back and forth to get out the aftershocks, making John's knot in his stomach began to unwind Gale clenched around him. Letting out a loud groan and falling a bit forward into Gale pushing in a few last times before pulling out and leaning forward onto Buck.

“God you’re so fucking good,” John kissed Gales shoulder wrapping his arm around his waist.

“I’m ready for round two, do you wanna go up to my room?” Gale turned to look at him panting through his words.

“Hell yeah,” John threw Gale over his shoulder carrying him up to his room.

“You better not fart John, I’ll cock block you for the night!”

“Don’t count on it!”

Sure his parents forgot about his birthday but as far as Gale was concerned he's having a pretty good time.

[mr2swap]

The great shift: parenting and streaming

Thanks to @thegreatstoryteller

-Dad, what are you doing in my office? I've told you a hundred times that I don't like you coming in here when I'm working, now you better get out of here and finish your math homework before I finish streaming or there will be no dessert for dinner- The camera it was on and thousands of people were looking at that hot body that spent 3 hours a day in the gym, the comments were piling up by the hundreds, most of them were just sexual advances or paid requests for him to flex his fantastic arms in front of the camera, most of them of his audience were boys his age… Thomas is now 14 years old and entering his teens, although perhaps “fatherhood” would be more appropriate for his new 34-year-old body. His voice was thick and firm, I knew that tone of voice, he had been losing a couple of games, and he was angry, I turned around and trying to be less noisy than a mouse I closed the door before leaving, I immediately heard him lock the door so that I would not interrupt him.

2 years ago this place used to be my office, and that mature hairy body used to be mine, but my son Thomas and I were affected by the great shift. “Luckily” we ended up trapped in each other's bodies on a Saturday. One moment I'm in my office finishing my accounting report and a blink later I'm on our living room couch watching cartoons. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew was that now I was trapped in the body of my 14-year-old son forever, I lost my entire life in a second, plus half my size, my muscles and all of my authority.

We survived on leftover food in the cupboard. I taught him how to cook, how to shave, and how to exercise his new body. I even tried to teach him how to do my job, but my son was never the brightest in the class. Maybe it was muscle memory or some weird sci-fi phenomenon, but before long he learned my routine at the gym and learned to enjoy his newfound status as man of the house. Obviously, I was fired from my job as Head of the accounting office of my company, and the government gave my son a huge compensation check. The money might not be much, but it would last us long enough for my son to get a job. Suitable employment for a child in the body of an adult, much stronger and taller than the rest of the men. Or that was the plan, as soon as the first check arrived in the mail, my son took my car and went straight to the mall, so he could buy a new computer, microphones and 3 cameras so everyone could enjoy every inch of his perfect muscles live. . He did all this without my knowledge, so when he got his first payout from his followers he rubbed all the money in my face, which was about to turn into a field of puss and pimples thanks to all the hormones in my little teenage body. . In a short time he became popular and that face that I used to look at every day in the mirror was now on Twitch and YouTube, He became so confident and arrogant thanks to his popularity, his maturity and that huge penis that he now had between his hairy thighs.

It's…Hard to admit, but he's doing a better job than I am with my life, he's only been in my body for 2 years and he's so popular that every time he picks me up from school, all his old friends line up for him. being able to take a picture with him while I wait in the back of Nick's car… oh right I haven't talked about Nick. Is he… my stepfather? It's weird putting a label on your son's boyfriend after the great shift, he and Thomas have been dating for some time now, he spends weekends at our house, even sleeps with Thomas in my old bed. It doesn't bother me that they are together, but… they could be less noisy in bed, I have a math exam tomorrow and I need to sleep.

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