#we mostly laughed about how fruity they were

[toji-girl]

𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: Your best friend who also is in your book club drops something a bit darker than what the group is used to but deep down you find that it triggers something for you and all you need is the help of your husband.

wc: 8.4k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + she/her pronouns used + not beta read + my oc! characters + some angst? + cnc roleplay + rough sex + you smoke weed and drink wine but not before the scene + soft degradation with praise + toe sucking (you receiving) + size kink + he's taller than you + he's strong and can you manhandle you + sex toys + no part2 to this!

please note that I wrote this for myself and myself only so this is very self-indulgent! I had so much fun writing this, comments are very appreciated!

By now Toji knew the drill. 

You and a few friends would end up at your shared house with wine and a fruity paper-rolled joint each for everyone while talking about the book you all read over the last three weeks before meeting every Saturday at the end of the month to gush about the characters and plot.

It was only once a month seeing that everyone had jobs and lives that demanded all of your attention and this was a way for you to finally relax and let go of all your responsibilities, forget everything, and laugh with your friends. There were only six of you, but mostly only three would come, including you. 

“I’m not sure where to even begin with this book, the male main character to die for, Lucas is dreamy, and the way he treats Anna makes me want to rip my hair out and eat it, I need a man like that, I hate you for that,” Mai whined as soon as she settled on the loveseat next to Amy. 

The four of you sat on your patio couch under the orange and red streaked sky as a warm summer breeze blew by bringing all the smells of the season, someone's pool, a bbq happening at the end of the road, and fresh-cut grass.

All eyes shifted to you as you poured yourself a glass of sweet white wine. “What?” Your voice came out high-pitched knowing exactly why the other women were looking at you, because they knew you were living a main character lifestyle with your husband Toji. 

Hana whose job was to roll the joints sat next to you and elbowed you gently making you sputter on your wine. “We have no choice but to live vicariously through you and the books, but this one is maybe even something you haven’t done.” Mai told you with a silly grin as she grabbed her purse. 

You watched as she dug through the tote until she finally found what she was looking for. “Ah! So this book is on the darker side, and since it was my turn to choose I picked this one up for everyone.” She announced proudly handing out the books to everyone while her curly burnt orange hair fell in her face. 

Everyone looked at each other and then at Mai skeptically. “Dark how?” Amy asked once she helped finish the last joint, it was set up beforehand that everyone would get their own so there wasn’t a puff puff pass rule or anything like that and no one ended with burnt fingers or the joint going out. 

“Well,” Mai cleared her throat with a coy smile as she took the cherry-flavored joint and leaned back, “the male mc is obsessed with the female lead but they had an awful breakup and he doesn’t accept it so he breaks into their old shared apartment while she gets ready for a date and he fucks the life out of her then it follows the roller coaster of their relationship.” 

Silence filled the patio minus the soft breeze that blew by ruffling up the pages of the books that sat on the coffee table. “He just breaks in and fucks her?” Amy questioned with a scrunched-up nose, her caramel skin glowing under the lamps that Mai hung up for you as she leaned in to look at Mai with incredulous eyes. 

Amy and Hana were pretty vanilla which is something you never hold against them but Mai will gladly let her freak flag fly and has not a problem with it. 

“She does want it at first, have you two never heard of dubious consent?” Mai shot back rolling her eyes as she tucked her slender legs under her glancing at you for backup. 

“Yes, it’s borderline noncon though Mai.” Amy sighed and tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear glancing at Hana and then you. 

You sighed not wanting to get in the middle of it. “How about we just read it and see?” Hana suggested surprising the rest of the group as she lit her joint. 

Amy wanted to scoff, you could see it in her eyes. “You know if you pulled that stick out of your ass you’d enjoy things more,” Mai told Amy pushing her buttons wanting to get a reaction out of the controlled woman. 

“Stop it. We only meet once a month and we’re going to fight over what our preferences are in bed? We are adult women with different wants and needs, so stop bristling her Mai, and Amy, I love you honey but you do need to relax a bit and I’m not saying you have to read it, do some reviews on it then see.” 

Mai looked at you conveying her thanks with a wet smooch on the cheek and a tight hug. “This is why we keep you around, you tell us how it is without being too much of a bitch.” She cooed playfully and took the lighter from Hana to light the end of her orange-flavored joint. 

“Somehow I was dubbed the mother of the group when you are all older than me and I have no children, but maybe you three. Now thank Mommy.” You told them with a grin grabbing your strawberry-flavored joint and the new book settling it in your lap opening to the first chapter. 

Amy was the last one to grab the book after she looked up a few reviews, the scent of marijuana lingered about relaxing your body further onto the patio couch as did the wine that made you giggle as you read the third page reminding you of Toji the other night who was teasing you.

Hana leaned over making sure that her page matched yours when her glassy eyes met yours. “What’s so funny?” She asked curiously as to why you were grinning as the male character was thinking about the female lead and envisioning her in front of him as he jerked off. 

“Nothing, just thinking of what my husband told me last night, he was something…he reminds me of this guy, Kaleb.” You hummed taking a sip of your wine and settling next to Hana resting your head on her shoulder. 

Mai made sure to slide a bookmark between the pages listening to you intently. “What did he say?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows. 

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Just keep reading, we have an hour to finish a chapter or two and we got to call it a night, Toji will be home soon.” You told them earning collective head nods from your friends. 

“It’s almost like your husband doesn’t like us or something.” Mai sing-songed, her blue eyes almost shut as she laid back resting her head on Amy’s lap. 

“It’s not that, he just likes our alone time is all, and I love you three but Mai you yap way too much, Amy you’re so wound up sometimes, and Hana you are too quiet, he thinks you’re scared of him.” You hummed still following the lines on the paper. 

Hana’s jaw dropped as her face flushed red which you knew was partially due to her crushing on Toji, but it seemed like a lot of women do but you knew that your friends would never try to hurt you in any way and you were very comfortable and confident in your love and relationship with Toji. 

Mai and Amy shared a look before glancing at you. “I’m not scared of him but he is scary-looking, and he doesn’t smile unless you’re around,” Hana told you with a high-pitched giggle happy for you more than anything, the other women knew of your life before Toji and how he helped you flourish. 

You couldn’t help but feel a flush of warmth at that, your entire face burned as you hid it in between the pages of your book listening to your friends hoot and howl while teasing you about your teddybear husband. “You three need to start joining dating sites instead of focusing on fictional men you know.” 

“Says the only married one in our group who gets dicked down whenever she wants! Do you know the last time I got laid? If I open my legs you will hear my hips squeaking and I’m sure the spider that made a home there will be upset.” Mai cried as she tossed herself back on the patio couch with a whine. 

All of you busted out in a chorus of laughter as you squeezed Hana’s hand before leaning back with your almost-finished joint, the books were forgotten now as you all waited for Hana to roll another one while Amy refilled the wine glasses. “You sure did get lucky with Toji,” Hana told you with a soft smile.

“He’s not going to leave her so stop acting like it.” Mai told her friend with a warning look causing the air to shift from playful to something thicker with tension.

Hana rolled her eyes and excused herself to your kitchen to help Amy. “She wants your man, why is she still here if she wants to fuck him?” Mai asked with an irritated huff. You knew that she wanted only the best for you, she’s been your best friend since pre-school and Toji was her makeshift brother. 

You lit your second joint and rested your feet on the coffee table letting your eyes shift to the lights that twinkled and gently swayed with the wind knowing Mai was right in a way. “She can fantasize about him all she wants because I know I’m the only woman my husband wants.” You replied with a shrug. 

“Could never be me, if you wanted my man I’d break your kneecaps.” 

Her lips split in a wicked grin as she broke out into giggles. “Well, we both know that you don’t even like men that much, you’re into women.” 

Mai shrugged and pulled her phone out to show you a picture of someone's dating profile. “She’s very pretty, did you message her?” You asked scrolling through her pictures hoping your best friend finds the love she deserves. 

She snatched her phone back and shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m nervous too, this woman is way out of my league.” 

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? I promise you that she will want you and about Hana, leave her alone. I trust her fully and I know she’d never ever hurt me in that way, plus Toji would tell her kindly to fuck off.” You told her with a shrug of your shoulders feeling your body melt further. 

“How do you become so confident like that?” Mai asked batting her eyelashes as she placed both linked hands over her heart as she sat up and leaned in. 

You laughed and pushed her face away softly and gently so as not to hurt her just in time for Hana and Amy to join you two with new glasses of wine. “What’s so funny?” Hana asked, her curiosity sometimes got the best of her. 

Mai shook her head when the front door creaked open and then shut followed by Toji’s heavy footsteps into the kitchen where he saw the four of you huddled outside on the patio. His eyes instantly found you with a smile. 

All of the other women watched as you scrambled up off the couch to hurry inside and over to your husband wrapping him in a hug the best you could. “Smokin’ and drinkin’ are we? I’m in for it tonight.” Toji teased rubbing your shoulders then back keeping you close to him as he kissed the crown of your head. 

He knew that when you got a hold of either one or both that his dick wouldn’t have any rest, and your sexual appetite for him seemed to grow making you into a feral woman that wanted to mate with her lover over and over again. 

“They are so cute.” Hana sighed resting her chin in her palm as she watched you and Toji kiss and hold each other close while talking about your days. 

Mai rolled her eyes and cleaned up the table before gathering her stuff and leaving your book on the patio couch. “It’s time for us to go before she rips his clothes off.” She teased leading the other two into the kitchen causing you to pull away from Toji stammering when you got caught in a deep liplock. 

Amy was the first one to hug you and bid a goodnight followed by Hana then Mai. “I’m watching Hana, I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you!” She kissed your cheek then looked at Toji and rolled her eyes waving at him. 

Toji chuckled and made sure they all got to their cars safely from the front door as you stood behind him. “I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you so much.” You whispered standing up your tippy-toes to kiss him when he turned to shut the door and face you. 

His hands swooped down to your ass as you jumped up letting him hold you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around him the best you could while you bumped your nose against him inhaling his scent. “I missed you too baby.” 

You sighed in contentment and let him carry you straight to the bedroom where he lay on top of the blankets with a heavy sigh as you straddled him resting your hands on his broad shoulders and massaging the tense muscles. 

“What are you thinkin’ about darlin’?” He asked hooking his finger under your chin softly pulling your head up to meet his gaze. Years later he could still fill your belly with that soft tug of butterflies and make your heart clench. 

Toji tucked one hand behind his head to look at you move down between his legs that he spread for you. “It was Mai’s turn to pick a book time and it’s very  interesting, to say the least, but it gave me an idea.” You hummed with a slight slur as your fingers tugged his pants off tossing them on the floor. 

His eyes watched as your hands moved to remove his shirt and yours then your shorts then panties before settling on your side next to Toji leaving you both stark naked and skin to skin letting his heat fuse into you as you traced the tattoo of your name on his chest. “Idea?” He asked wanting to know more. 

You couldn’t look him in the eye even though he’s tasted every single inch of your skin. “So—promise not to laugh or anything?” You asked quietly and muffled feeling the weed and wine loosen your tongue. 

“Have I ever?” Toji questioned. 

“Fair point.” You mumbled. 

His fingers traced your spine as silence filled the bedroom for a moment. “The main male character is with the female lead and they broke up but he’s obsessed with her so when she breaks up with him he breaks into her apartment which they shared and he fucks her before her date.” 

“And…you want me to do that?” He asked raising an eyebrow and chuckling when you nodded your head that was stuffed between his ribs and arm when you rolled to your stomach feeling his hand travel further down to your ass. 

“Well, I want to do a roleplay of sorts, we pretend to break up in a public place to make it feel real then you follow me home.” You murmured finally picking your head up to look at him as your toes curled when his hand cupped your jaw gently leaning in to press a tender kiss to your head. 

Toji pulled away to trace your upper lip with his thumb gazing into your eyes intently making the air shrink around you both, everything else faded away as he talked in a low voice making your pussy wet. “So you want me to follow you home and break in and fuck you rough while you try and “fight” me off?” 

You nodded feeling your face heat up in embarrassment as you bit your bottom lip. “Yes, I trust you, and it’s something new. We’ve done a lot, but never something like that and it would be fun I think, also we will have a safe word in case something happens, but I give you my complete permission to be rough, call me sweet dirty names, and use me as nothing but a toy.” 

Your husband felt his blood simmer as he envisioned the many ways he could have you folded. “I agree, the safe word can be peach because you taste like one and smell like it too, also if we do it at a restaurant or something you can throw your water on me, I know that’s something you’ve always wanted to do to someone.” He leaned in stealing your breath with a deep kiss. 

“You are trying to get sucked and fucked tonight, but I’m so sleepy.” You murmured with a soft giggle as Toji moved you both to cover you and him up with the comforter tucking you in his side and making sure you were resting your head on his chest letting his heartbeat lull you into a deep sleep. 

Morning came all too quickly. 

Sun filtered through the open curtains spilling into the room bathing it in a warm golden light waking you up and snuggling back in Toji’s arms. You knew that during the night you and him ended up back to back fighting for the covers, and then in the morning he pulled you back on his warm chest. 

“Good morning darlin’,” Toji murmured with a smile in his voice as he gave your ass a good squeeze making you squeal and roll out of his arms rolling your eyes playfully as you picked up his shirt from the floor pulling it on. 

Toji followed after you clad in his boxers sure to grab you again pulling you into his chest and kissing you before letting go watching as you started on the coffee while he pulled out leftovers for breakfast. “When do you want to do your little roleplay?” He asked heating the food up as you made both cups. 

You hummed softly curling your toes. “I’m not sure, maybe next weekend? I need to read the book some more.” 

“I have it off and you’ll need to recover from Friday night.” He told you with a grin as you turned around to look at him with love and adoration. 

Both of you ate together, letting him feed you here and there before he went outside to work on the shed for the background while you cleaned up and joined him shortly after with your book curling up on the couch reaching for your joint from last night lighting it while leaning back picking up from your spot. 

Toji couldn’t help but glance at you, nearly cutting off a digit when you turned on your side which caused his shirt to slide up exposing the curve of your bare ass that caused his cock to swell forgetting the whole reason why he was out here, unbeknownst to you he stalked quietly up to you when you laid on your belly. 

Your eyes were trained intently on the words, you and Toji replacing the actions the characters were doing. Currently, the male lead was stalking his ex after the encounter, something he wasn’t able to forget but it seemed she could and that ignited him to go to plan B, kidnapping her. 

“Oh!” You gasped when you felt Toji slide his hands under your hips lifting high in the air and pushing the shirt down to pool at your head while he kneeled behind you kissing the curve of your ass making you moan and shudder feeling his tongue glide over your pussylips like a ghost. 

Toji spread your cheeks open pulling away to watch your holes clench simultaneously making him chuckle, he ran his finger up the seam of your pussy playing lightly with your slick entrance. “Read out loud sweetheart, you stop what you’re doing and I stop and I think we both don’t want that, do we?” 

“‘His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes followed Kaya, her hair swished back and forth mostly from her forgetting a hair tie this morning before her run. The black strands were just wrapped around his fist last night remembering how she sucked his cock—Toji!” You whined pushing back in his face panting. 

His tongue rimmed your cunt before sucking on your clit as his fingers massaged the fat of your ass pulling you closer trying to suffocate himself in your essence as you tried your best to stutter out another sentence feeling that tingles deep in your gut spreading into your veins making you hazy. 

You gripped the couch cushion letting your eyes flutter shut as pleasure took over feeling your orgasm rise and crash over you while moaning your husband's name over and over like a soft prayer to your salvation. 

His addiction to you and yours to him made it hard to finish the rest of the book as you found yourself between his legs while he sat man-spread where you just were while gagging on the length of his dick, slurping and licking the tip before kissing your way down to his sack sucking each one gently. 

Toji felt like he was in heaven when you deepthroated him not breaking eye contact as his cock pulsed sending jets of thick and warm cum over your face when you pulled him out of your mouth letting him coat you in his essence. 

It didn’t take long for you to both get in the shower cleaning each other off before making your way into the kitchen for some lunch enjoying your days off before going to work tomorrow. 

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Each day passed by and you texted Mai, Hana, and Amy in your group chat asking if the four of you could meet up knowing the other two had left. You wanted to tell them all about your dirty secret because it felt like you were heating up from the inside out and during work, you finished the book. 

It wasn't something that happened often, only when the words pulled you in and between staying up after Toji went to bed knowing he’d want you to get some rest but it was difficult to put it down when you got to a good part. 

An hour after work you found yourself nestled next to Mai while you and her sat across from Hana and Amy sharing a plate of food. “So, I finished the book.” You announced with a small grin earning a collective gasp from them. 

“It’s only been three days! It’s a seven-hundred-and-something-page book!” Amy squealed gathering the attention of nearby tables, she apologized and sucked on her straw keeping her head down. 

Mai snorted with laughter and rolled her eyes. “I’m not surprised, let me guess you and Mr. Perfect are going to play something out in there?” She asked already knowing how the gears turn in your head. 

Hana’s face burned a bright pink as you told them in a pg-thirteen rating of what you and Toji had planned this weekend. “Are you really going to break up in public? What if someone you know sees?” She questioned. 

“It’s none of their business even if they do, and again it sounds like you want them to break up. You do know that is her husband?” Mai shot back glaring at Hana who sputtered as all three of you looked at her. 

She nodded her head and blushed, her creamy complexion was not a dark red. “I don’t mean it like that, I don’t want people to start rumors. You know how people can be.” Hana defended herself before taking a sip of her drink. 

Mai glanced at you with a skeptical look on her face and a slight I told you so when Amy cleared her throat. You leaned in to gaze at Hana. “I don’t care if they do or not, and I don’t know why you care so much. I hope you know that Toji would never break out vows nor does he even like you like that.” 

“I don’t want him! I want you!” Hana cried out, her hazel eyes were wild as they widened when her mind caught up with what she just said out loud. 

Mai’s jaw dropped as she tried to process the bomb Hana dropped. “Is that why you stared at her when she was wearing shorts? You want to fuck her!?” She asked and threw her head back howling with laughter at the situation. 

You sat there letting the news sink in for a moment unsure how to respond. “I—I got to go home, I’ll see you later.” Everyone watched as you scrambled out of the booth and to your car all but peeling out of the parking lot to go home. 

Toji was sprawled out on the couch when you slipped inside the living room setting your purse down. “Hana wants to fuck me.” His head snapped toward you as you stood by the couch looking back at him. 

The look on his face as he took everything made you wince as you sat on the couch next to him. “Did she say that?” He asked taking a hold of your hand. 

“She did, Mai thought she wanted you but she blurted it out tonight that she wants me….and how am I supposed to take that?” You asked exasperated. 

To be honest you weren’t sure if it was better if she liked your husband. 

“I don’t blame her, but I don’t share, and trust me I already had a few coworkers who had their lips busted for even joking about sharing you.” 

Your mouth opened as you stared at your husband playfully slapping and shoving his shoulder, but the mountain of a man barely even moved. “Is that why you came home with sore knuckles?” You asked moving to curl in his lap. 

Toji wrapped you in a tight hug kissing the top of your head. “You’re my baby, I ain’t goin’ to let anyone talk about you like that, but me.” He husked kissing your jaw when you tilted your head up, his tongue tracing down your neck where he sucked on the soft flesh heating your body. 

“My sweet slut who will do anything for her husband, won’t you?” Toji cooed in your ear as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt making you shiver when his tongue traced the shell before nipping the lobe softly making you cry out as you bucked your hips rubbing against his bulge with a moan. 

His words made your face burn with want and you knew Toji would never mean anything of that, he knew what you liked and he wanted to keep you happy. You nodded looking at him with low-lidded eyes as you moved to kneel between his legs palming his bulge before rubbing your face against it. 

The soft material of his sweatpants felt nice against your cheek while you hooked one finger into the band of his pants and boxers to tug it down revealing his cock that slapped against his stomach, heavy and taut. 

He smelled like musk with a hint of sweat and all male, potent too. 

It made your mouth water as you wrapped your finger around the thick shaft unable to touch your tips. “I love seeing you on your knees for me.” Toji groaned watching you while he spread his legs wider to make more room for you. 

You rose on your knees and leaned in to kiss the sticky tip of his cock lapping up the pre-cum that reminded you of a pearl, shimmery and a creamy white that tasted like Toji urging you to suck more of him into your mouth hollowing your cheeks out making sure to pleasure your husband the best you can. 

His head laid back on the back of the couch hearing you gag wetly around his length that choked you when you reached as far as you could go. Your eyes stung with tears as you stuffed more of him feeling your spit bubble thickly around the corner of your lips that dripped down his cock making a mess. 

Toji wanted to see you with a mouthful of his dick so he sat up a little more to look down at you through dark lashes as you jerked off the rest that you weren’t drooling on. “So pretty ‘f me like that, my cute cocksleeve.” 

You moaned letting your eyes flutter shut when you felt Toji slip his hands under your armpits to lift you with ease pulling his cock free from your mouth with a wet pop. “What are you doing?!” You squealed as he laid you on the couch. 

“I’m going to fuck you.” He answered like it was self-evident. 

Your mouth opened then closed when you felt your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers danced over your slick heat before using it to lube up his dick. Toji gripped the base of it softly slapping it against your pussy with a smirk watching your face screw up and pout when he barely thrust halfway in. 

With your legs spread obscenely wide Toji pushed them further back until your knees were almost touching your ears as he gripped the back of your thigh huffing and puffing as your warm and wet heat that sucked him in. 

He dropped down on his elbows grazing his lips against yours mingling your breaths together as he kissed you deeply, one hand slid under your head and the other went under your ass giving a cheek a soft squeeze as he slowly stroked in and out of you making your head hazy and body soft as putty. 

Toji knew the right spots to hit and what to do to make you cream, so his thumb skated along your hip and soft belly to make tight circles around your clit making you tighten around him and push your chest out more. “T—ohji!” 

Your mouth parted in a small when his mushroom tip kissed your cervix, it was an intoxicating blend of pain and bliss that made you cling tighter to him falling into the throes of pure pleasure as you succumbed to your orgasm. 

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Ever since that night with your friends, you haven’t talked to Hana, and Amy really but you called Mai every day. “I had no idea that she had the hots for you, do you think she touches herself thinking about you? OH! When you talked about Toji eating you out do you wonder if she wanted to be him?” 

“Why must you ask me those questions? I texted her but I don’t how to feel, I don’t want to lose our friendship because I do love her but I also don’t want her to fall more in love with me. I don’t even know.” You sighed and scrubbed at your face as you leaned against the counter Friday morning. 

Mai cackled in the background followed by a loud bong rip. “Sorry, wake and bake. I have to before work or I’ll go apeshit crazy on someone, anyway, I know how you feel. Talk to her and let her know that babe.” She hummed followed by a loud hacking sound in your ear making you roll your eyes as you walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“How can you be so silly more times than not but know the right thing to say? And it’s not only his dick that I love, I also love Toji for who he is, I love how he makes me feel, and when I’m having a bad day he just knows.” You gushed cleaning up the mess you made for tonight’s preparation in your bedroom. 

Mai made a fake gagging sound, the same noise she made when you two got married. “Sounds like you love me too. Call her. I’ll see you later because I want all the deets on how he made you his cum slut!” Before you got the chance to say anything else she hung up making you laugh. 

Toji was in the shower when you picked your outfit to wear for breaking up with him, it was a sundress that you knew would drive him nuts. Once you got dressed you stepped into the steamy bathroom just in time for him to get out wrapping his towel around his waist and stopping your movements. 

“You are so sexy and so handsome, I’m not sure how you haven’t gotten sick of me yet with me loving on you all the time.” You told him with a warm genuine smile that made his chest tighten while he stood behind you watching as you styled your hair and put on lip gloss and mascara. 

He couldn’t help himself and rest his hands on your hips popping your ass out a little so he could grind lazily against you. “Because I like it, especially when you’re so needy for me, I love how obsessed you are with me because I feel the same way.” You watched in the mirror as he snaked one arm around your waist. 

His lips trailed up your neck not breaking eye contact as he kissed up your throat and shoulder fingering the strap to your dress. “You’re a minx.” He groaned deeply inhaling your natural musk feeling his cock grow and swell. 

You did too as he pulled you impossibly closer leaving a trial of open-mouthed kisses that left you a quivering and shivering mess as he pulled away with a chuckle. 

“Why are you breakin’ up with me? I fucked your sister or somethin’?” Toji asked as you followed him to the bedroom for your shoes and to spray on his favorite perfume. He wanted to know what the fake reason was. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you grabbed your shoes and sat on the edge of the bed watching him get dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt that showcased his corded muscles and bulging biceps you wanted to bite. 

“I don’t even have a sister, besides Mai and she likes women more than men. What if you don’t pay enough attention to me? I could be the one fucking your best friend or something?” You suggested leaning back propping yourself up by your hands as he fixed his hair in the mirror before turning to look at you.

His lips were set in a straight line thinking about you and Shiu. “I think I pay plenty of attention to my pretty girl, am I right?” He asked stepping forward and planting his fists on either side of you to bend down until his face was inches from yours. 

Your eyes searched his feeling your breath hitch in your throat as he smirked pulling away once more making you reach out and slap his ass before scrambling off the bed and toward the living room grabbing your purse and following Toji to the car letting him open your door for you. 

“Remember the safe word? You say that at any time and we stop, I don’t care what it is. You’re breaking up with me because I’m too suffocating and you need a break from me, you get up from the table and get in the car, I’ll call a taxi home to make it feel really real, you’re going on a date with Shiu.” 

Toji explained sounding like he already had this planned out before you even brought it up. “I agree, I think it’s so sexy and hot when you take charge like that.” You cooed leaning over to kiss his jaw tracing his scar before pulling away. 

By the time you both made it to the cafe that you’d never visited before which was a bit out of town your nerves were a bit jumbled as you were seated in a populated area. The waiter sat the drinks down when you inhaled deeply gathering up the courage as you looked at Toji who was leaning back. 

His eyes were trained on you and more than anything you wanted to lean in and kiss him, tell him how much you love him and how thankful you are that he’s your husband. “We need to break up.” You murmured holding your glass.

Toji leaned in, his face darkening as he absorbed your sentence. “No.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows feeling a stinging sensation deep in your gut, but you knew it wasn’t real, however, even the thought of losing him made you want to cry and lash out. “Yes, you are way too suffocating me. I can’t even have friends over without you getting jealous and I like someone else.” 

Your voice rose a little as you stared back at him reminding you of the fights you had. “Who do you like?” Toji asked completely in character now as his thick fingers drummed atop the table waiting for your answer. 

“Shiu.” 

His eyebrows rose as he whistled low and slow. “My best friend?” 

“Yes, it’s over.” You stated again watching him give the smallest of nods hinting that it was okay for you to throw the water on him. Your hand shook a little as you grabbed the glass which was slippery from the condensation while you pulled your arm back tossing the ice-cold liquid on your husband. 

He stood up quickly knocking over his chair as his grey shirt soaked up the water leaving a dark patch that clung to his abs, this time he gathered everyone's attention. “Sir, is everything okay?” The waiter came up to Toji with a shocked look on his face as he glanced at you watching you stand up fast. 

Without another word and a heart beating way too fast, you scurried to your car, the keys shaking too much for you to get the car unlocked forgetting you could hit the key fob instead, it felt so real and even though you slipped your wedding rings off before heading out you wished you had it with you. 

It took you only fifteen minutes to get home and in the door searching for your phone in your purse as you rooted around it checking for a text from Toji. 

Nothing. 

It was growing darker but in the summer months, the sky didn’t turn black until well into the evening and now you had no choice but to wait feeling anxious and excitement build up as you took a shower and ended up in your bedroom sitting in front of your vanity as the minutes ticked by stretching into hours. 

You weren’t sure what Toji was doing to kill his time but it made you restless. 

With no choice but to wait you applied your makeup like you were getting ready for a date as you listened to your playlist, the thought of Toji waiting and stalking you made your pussy burn with something new, and the blood in your veins felt thicker and hotter as you shut your eyes hearing the window. 

Too wrapped up in your head you had no idea how much time had passed by when the pane slid open to reveal Toji in a mask, only his eyes and mouth visible which sported a smirk. “Now darlin’, it’s not nice to break a man’s heart and leave him there hanging. You owe me.” He muttered pushing the rest of the window open and climbing through gracefully before towering above you. 

Your mouth dropped open as you frowned staying in character. “What are you doing here?! I told you that we’re over!” You all but shouted thankful that you didn’t have any neighbors. 

Toji chuckled darkly and took another step toward you watching as you quickly hopped on the bed to bypass him and get out of the bedroom but he was much faster grabbing onto you and tossing you back onto the mattress reaching for his duffle bag you didn’t even pay attention to. 

He sat it on the edge of the bed and unzipped it slowly pulling out pink silk ropes, easy on the skin and in your favorite color too. You lay there frozen in faux fear and real-life desire that made your blood boil. Toji grabbed your ankles suddenly drawing you down the bed causing you to fight him off. 

“Keep struggling, it makes me want you that much more.” He whispered in your ear as he pinned you to the bed with your arms behind your back, you felt the soft silk rope weave between your wrists that Toji tied not too tight to hurt but enough that you had to wriggle a bit to take them off. 

His fingers trailed down your thighs lifting your skirt a bit to look at the thong you slid on making him groan. “Oh, princess. You really know how to spoil a man.” Toji moaned, the sound gurgling in his throat as he pushed your legs together and bent your knees at a ninety-degree angle tying you in a hogtie.

Toji was sure to offset your feet slightly making sure one was a bit more forward than the other so your ankle bones wouldn’t rub against each other causing you pain, it seemed that he did his research. You mewled when he stroked your barely clad-pussy for a moment before pulling away. 

With your face buried in the sheets you couldn’t see anything but you could hear Toji digging around in his bag for something, a surprise until the soft hum of the Hitachi wand, one of his favorite things to use on you. When he tossed it by your head making sure you could see the pink body. 

“No one will ever be able to make you feel as good as I do darlin’, it hurts me that you think you can.” He grunted in your ear as he grabbed the wand moving to kneel behind you, his rough hands lifted your hips and ass before he stuffed a pillow under you keeping your hind rear high in the air. 

A little maneuvering and you could feel the rubberized head of the toy press against you clearly off when suddenly it turned off making you jerk and moan. “Going to make you nice and dumb before I give you what you really want.” 

You tried to buck up and get him off but it was fruitless when his free hand was pinning your back down making it impossible to get up. Toji drug the head between your slick pussylips pressing it more into your clit. 

He kept this up, teasing you by dragging it up and down sometimes pushing it against your quivering hole. “If you want it so bad all you have to do is use your big girl words, can you do that?” Toji asked spread your cheeks open. 

Feeling so exposed you gasped even though he’s fucked every hole he could. 

“I hate you! We’re broken up!” You cried with faux tears that caught Toji’s attention making his dick pulse, his hand came down to swipe away your tears. 

He chuckled and pulled the toy away tossing it on the bed before he untied you, as soon as the last knot was undone you attempted to wiggle up the bed. “Look so pretty while you’re cryin’ for me. If you hated me so much why are you letting me play with you?” Toji husked delivering a soft smack to your rump. 

Toji took his mask off and that was it, keeping himself completely dressed while he ripped your clothes off at the seams making you shriek, the loud sound of fibers being torn filled your ears as you watched him toss the tattered bits to the floor stalking toward you on the bed. 

He grabbed you again laying you flat on your back as he hovered above you with a crazy smirk. You could read it in his face he didn’t want to hurt you. 

You nodded letting him know you were okay, little checkins to make sure you still wanted this. “I don’t have a choice, you take and take.” You whined trying to push him off you but it was pointless when he pinned your hands above your head. 

Using his free hand he trailed it down your chest groping each breast and tweaking both nipples until he reached your pussy. “Holy hell, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He was thrown off by how much slick your cunt had produced, making between your thighs a wet mess. 

Toji groaned spreading the wetness before sliding two fingers knuckle deep in making you cry out and lay your head back on the pillow as he found a slow pace as his mouth latched around your nipple suckling on it slowly, gently scraping his teeth along the bud while his thumb circled your clit. 

Your mind grew fuzzy at the edges as your lover submerged you in a puddle of pleasure reminding you of spending all day under the hot sun and coming inside to an air-conditioned room feeling instantly at ease. He moved to your other nipple as you threaded your fingers through his hair whining softly. 

Everything about the plan slowly trickled from your brain and out your ear forgetting that it was your idea to begin with, all you wanted was Toji. 

“Please want you so bad, oh please baby just fuck me already, I need to feel you inside me!” You babbled with a teary gaze looking at your husband who met your gaze with your nipple still in his mouth, he pulled away with a wet pop and licked his lips. 

He squeezed your cheeks gently and chuckled watching your lips squish together. “My needy baby, did you forget about our breakup? You broke my heart so now I’m going to break you.” He growled and spread your legs making you gasp at how quickly he was able to move and have you folded. 

Toji groaned palming himself as he kneeled between your thighs and freed his cock with one hand while the other grabbed your ankle gently lifting it for him, the polish on your toes matched you perfectly and so did he. 

You watched with bated breath as he sucked on your big toe, swirling his tongue around it before moving to each toe kissing each one showing his love to everyone before kissing the arch of your foot and putting it on his shoulder. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” Toji asked breaking character for a moment as he stared down at you, his massive body blocked most of the light and from where you lay he looked bigger and more imposing. 

You nodded again. 

Toji leaned in with a chuckle gripping your cheeks again gently. “Good, because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” He muttered and pulled away to jerk himself off for a few seconds while you wiggled down the bed to catch the head of his cock on the hood of your cunt. 

Your gazes clashed together as he grabbed your hips dragging you on his cock filling you in one thrust making your toes curl hard in his shirt, the other dangled around his waist as he fucked you hard and fast making the bed creak, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. 

With each stroke Toji fanned the fire in your belly, your fingers clawed at his back moaning and whining while lifting your hips to meet his thrusts feeling him go deeper that made you gasp stealing away your breath. 

Sweat beaded along his hairline and dripped down on your bare chest, the heat and friction between you both created an inferno of lust and love for each other as he rocked into you wanting to reach your womb almost. 

Toji bent down to capture your lips in a deep kiss claiming your mouth with his tongue sucking on it before nibbling on your bottom lip and pulling away to rest his forehead against yours feeling his orgasm tingle at the bottom of his spine. 

He pulled away and out of your wet cunt with a squelch before Toji was taking your spot then he pulled you back onto the bed and his lap sliding his hands on the back of your sweat-slicked legs to raise them in the air, his fingers rested on the back of your knees as you reached down to hold his arms. 

With immense strength, Toji lifted you and then sat you back down on his cock, in this position your cunt was tighter making his head swim. “You feel so good, I ain’t ever gonna leave my pretty princess alone, why would I when you’re the perfect little slut for me?” He huffed biting your shoulder gently. 

Your head lolled back as he fucked you from below, his sack patting against you wetly which filled the room along with the heavy perfume of sex, a blend of yours and his musk, something that can never be recreated. 

His cock bullied your puffy cunt that sucked him in deeper coating his shaft in a creamy white feeling your orgasm crash over you hard and fast, your eyes fluttered shut as your mind frayed putting you in a trance-like state, this climax felt a lot different as Toji chased his own high until he was pumping you full. 

You both stayed like that for several minutes panting and coming down from your high basking in the soft sex glow. “I love you…thank you, baby, that was everything and more than what I wanted.” You husked looking at him. 

He kissed you gently and pulled away to help you off his lap wincing when he pulled out leaving you empty and the sheets a mess. “I love you too, always and forever.” He told you and stepped into the bathroom to draw a bath. 

“Let’s take a bath, order dinner in and I’ll get you a joint.” Toji knew all the ways to make your day and life easier, but after this whole scene, you felt more connected to him than you ever have with anyone else. 

[just-avocado]

Alright alright say everything you will, “Kfp4 was terrible” “Kfp4 was great”

We may have our differences but we can all agree that Po’s dads had something going on right? They’re married methinks

[luveline]

Hey lovely, How about Hotch and wife!reader having their first family outing with new baby, a walk in the park or grocery shopping something like that you can pick.

Hope your having a good weekend lovely Xx <3 🌼

ty for your request ily <3 —you and Hotch juggle your small family for the first time. fem, 1.2k

“Please hold my hand?” 

Having a baby has activated some intrafamily jealousy, but you don’t mind. You’re cooing at Noah adoringly when Jack interrupts, thrusting his hand in the air, the very beginning of a tantrum lining his eyes and his thin eyebrows pinched like a threat. 

“Baby, don’t you wanna come and sit up here with Noah?” you ask. There’s not much room next to the carrier, but Jack's slight. 

He shakes his head, hand poking your tummy. Grocery shopping with Jack has always been hard, he wants to look at everything, wants to take the list, and doesn’t ever wanna sit in the cart, but it’s proving harder today. 

“Aaron, you have to push the cart.” 

He’s been begging you to let him for the last half hour. “It’s gonna tire me out,” he says, nudging you aside by the hip, “but I think I can handle it for you. You did call me by my first name for once. We reward good behaviour in this family.” 

You roll your eyes and take Jack’s little hand. Calling him Aaron now you’ve had a baby together should feel natural, but it doesn’t. It feels more like a loving nickname than his actual name —over two years of calling him Hotch is hard to ignore. 

Jack gives you a loving look that makes the fuss worth it. “This is fun,” he says. 

“This is awesome.” 

You and Jack got used to doing grocery shopping by yourselves while you were on your maternity leave without his dad. With Hotch now on his own paternity leave to accompany you, it is admittedly easier, and much more fun. You and Jack swing your hands together as Hotch steers the cart and your baby into the cereal aisle, which’ll take hours to get through, no doubt, but it doesn’t matter. What else is there to do? 

You make it Hotch’s job to say no to the boxes that are mostly sugar, and, unfortunately for Jack, get distracted by Noah in his baby carrier where it’s locked into the cart. His eyes reluctant to open, tired, dark lashes threaded together at their corners, his tiny mouth. “Aw, look at you, handsome, you’re nearly smiling. You look just like your daddy, he never wants to smile either,” you say, tapping his nose. 

Your saccharine tone prompts distress. “Y/N,” Jack whines, “you need to help me choose the cereal.” He yanks at your hand. 

“Jack, don’t start, bud.” 

“Dad,” Jack pouts. 

“No, it’s okay. We’re supposed to be sharing everybody now, so Jack gets to share me too. I’ll help you pick some cereal. I don’t mind,” you say. 

You sort of do mind, just a bit. This is Noah’s first time out in the world that wasn’t sitting peacefully in the backyard, and you don’t want him to be scared. Maybe baby’s can’t be scared, you don’t know. It’s nicer to feel close to him in these big moments. But it’s Jack’s first time having a baby brother at the store, too, so you’ll have to make it work. 

“You don’t have to,” Hotch says. 

“It’s fine, it’s okay.” You bend down to see the cereal selection. “They have your favourite, Cinnamon Toast Crunch. And your second, Fruity Pebbles. It’s up to you, it’s your treat.” 

Jack gasps and hits a box of Fruity Pebbles, “Barney’s on the box now!” he says, pointing at the blonde character behind the cereal bowl. 

You give a soft laugh quickly lost as Jack’s force topples the box. It hits the floor with a light crunch. “Oh, whoops. Let’s pick this up,” you say, popping down into a crouch without thinking. 

“Honey–” Hotch says, which would surely be followed by a Should you be doing that? if you weren’t already flopping onto one knee in pain. 

Bad idea. Terrible idea. Having a baby tears a mixture of tissue and muscle, and while the fiery pain of labour has since become a bad memory, a spike of trauma erupts between your legs. “Ow,” you yelp, eyes welling with unbidden tears. 

“Y/N!” Jack and Hotch say simultaneously. 

“Are you alright?” Hotch asks, bending at the waist to grab you, never cruel but clearly perturbed as his hands grasp your shoulders. They slip down under your arms. “Come on, can you stand up?”

You blink away tears and force yourself to stand with his help. He’s quick to pull you close, one hand on your wrist, head ducked to see your face. “Are you okay? What happened?” 

You let out a queasy breath. “Something’s not done fixing itself,” you joke weakly. 

“Are you alright?” he asks again, lower. 

“I’m fine.” You’d love to sit down. The pain is a thrum like your heartbeat now, hurting but half as intense. “I’m okay. Really, it just shocked me.” 

He slips his arm around your neck to encourage you in for a temple kiss. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You wiggle out of Hotch’s hold. Jack stands with a large pout near the fallen box of cereal, his hands twisting together over his tummy. “It’s okay,” you say. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, panicked tears slipping down his cheeks. “You hurt getting it and it was mine, I’m sorry.” His voice squeezes out of him in guilty pangs. 

“It’s okay!” you repeat, leaning over with a wince to offer your arms, “It’s really okay, it’s not your fault. Don’t be upset, baby, I’m fine.” 

You hoist Jack into your arms as he begins crying in earnest. His crying startles Noah, who starts to whimper, and then sob despite Hotch’s gentle shushing. You look at one another in mild defeat, your hand cupping the back of Jack’s head as he clings to you for reassurance. 

Noah’s sobbing is like a ringing bell. Jack says he’s sorry into your neck, and it’s such a desperate scene you let a laugh slip out. “Aw, baby,” you say, smiling as you press your nose to his cheek, “it’s really okay. It wasn’t your fault at all, it was just ‘cos I’m out of practice. I’m just tired.” 

“You fell.” 

Noah gurgles behind you. “I know,” Hotch says quietly. “I know. You’re okay, bud. Jack’s okay. Mom’s okay. Shh, shh.” 

It’s obviously not how you’d want your shopping trip to go, but Jack’s crying eventually slows, sapping all of his energy, and so he finally agrees to sit in the cart. The only problem is that he doesn’t fit there as well as you’d thought he would. Hotch ends up carrying him the entire time you’re in the store, and Noah doesn’t ever settle. You’re like zombies when you get back to the car, a headache stark between your ears and evident in his pinched brow. 

“Let’s try again in a few weeks,” Hotch suggests. “I can go by myself. Or we can make somebody else.”  

You wish you had the energy to kiss his brow, giving a defeated nod as you slouch down into your seat, grateful at least for his hand on your knee. “Okay.” 

[scoutswritingcorner]

This is me humbly asking for that idea we were talking about- where reader? Literally climbs angel Dust

Kisses

Angel Dust x Gn/Male Reader

A/N: This can either be read as platonic/romantic. But I will mostly write Angel Dust with a Male Reader but this is written for the Lovely Kuro cause we were joking about this. Also a small lil blurb.

TW:None? Kissing? Idk I’m just here to love Angel Dust.

You sat on the velvet couch in the foyer of the Hotel nursing a glass of whatever mixed drink gave you today. You were very fond of letting him have free reign of what he made you, some were better than others but other than that you had a great time tasting random drinks. Listening to whatever the egg bois were saying to Pentious at the time and watching the poor snake run around trying to answer all their questions as Nifty ran around cleaning up and killing roaches. Oh to be able to stab your worries away with roaches. Alastor played soft jazz on his cane as he sat next to you reading the current headline on the paper. 

Taking a sip from your drink you softly hummed tasting the fruity concoction but it hid the stronger taste of alcohol, Husk truly outdid himself with this one. You watched as Angel walked down the stairs grumbling about something as he glanced at his phone. “You’re staring,” Alastor called out, causing you to jump and your cheeks to heat up. “I was not…I was simply admiring.” You croaked out causing him to let out a low chuckle as he fixed his hold on the paper.

You stood up, drinking the rest of the liquid courage in your cup, before Alastor could make a remark but you did notice how his smile seemed to stretch farther up his cheeks. You placed your now empty cup down on the coffee table which Nifty started to use as her bug collection cup (Gross..but whatever), you fixed your shirt as you strode over to Angel Dust who was currently standing in one place, phone still in his hand. Husker smirked and chuckled, “You got company, Angel.” He called out, causing said spider to look up at him.

“What are ya’ talking about?” Angel asked confused before he yelped, watching as you lifted yourself up onto a stool before holding onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs around him in one swift motion. Angel swiftly wrapped his lower arms around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand moving to the back of his head as you started to place kisses on his cheek before moving across his face, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Well hello to you too Suga’~.” Angel purred out holding you closer to him. Causing you to let out a soft laugh continuing to litter small kisses across his face, “What did I do to get such amazing treatment?” He asked, ignoring how Charlie audibly ‘awwed’ at the scene and Alastor scoffed, his ears falling flat against his head. 

“Mm nothing~ Just wanted to show my favorite spider some lovin’.” You replied leaning back and hummed as Angel blushed, “Well I’m not complaining” he retorted out smiling softly at you.

[buckttommy]

umm. pause. guys. guys. gay tommy has been canon this entire time. what the fuck. like. oh my god. no. like. okay. okay. so. 2x9 (hen begins), sal [deluca] is talking about his girlfriend dragging him to see twilight. he makes a homophobic joke about tommy being team jacob and tommy's like "i don't even know what that means." chimney says "he's insinuating that you're gay" and tommy blows deluca a kiss. fine. whatever. but THEN you skip to 2x12 (chimney begins), and—i stg it's a blink and you miss it moment—tommy and gerrard (racist captain) are having this conversation in the background

tommy: what about that burger place? gerrard: tommy i hate that place. hey wasn't your girlfriend supposed to come and cook us dinner? tommy: uhh. next tuesday. gerrard: promise? tommy: uhh. uh. yes. yeah. i will promise.

and it's like. number one, this sounds like a conversation they've had before. something to the tune of "hey, how come you never bring your girlfriend around" which i can't help but think was intentional considering the members of the old 118 were entirely familiar with deluca's girlfriend gina. but number two, no straight man who has a girlfriend sounds that unsure that they have a fucking girlfriend. it was very much giving "ah yes. this human lady that i love that most definitely exists. absolutely. also i like breasts." and it's just like. ok. what the fuck. like. i don't know if this was the plan all along. i don't think it was. i still maintain buck/eddie were supposed to go canon after the shooting and the powers that be got in the way. but. but. the idea that this canon queer character has been hiding in plain sight (subtext) is just. wild to me. like. i've always headcanoned tommy as gay, mostly because every character he plays seems fruity as hell. but bro. i don't think it's a headcanon anymore. and i don't think it ever has been. what the fuck.

there's also the idea that. like. so i've been watching the begins episodes again trying to figure out what, exactly, tommy's crime against the members of the 118 has been. like. he worked in a -phobic/-cist environment. he was definitely complicit in making hen/chimney feel like outsiders in their workplace yes yes all these things are true. but as far as i can tell, tommy has rarely ever actively been anything except spineless. deluca makes a homophobic joke? tommy laughs. gerrard makes a bunch of sexist and racist comments? tommy looks, but doesn't say anything to encourage (or discourage him). hen gives her monologue? he looks chagrined.

and his complicity would be absolutely shitty and inexcusable if he was just a cishet white man. no questions asked. but if — if — you view his behavior through the lens of the fact that tommy is queer himself? that tommy is, and always has been, a member of a marginalized community who felt it was easier and safer to assimilate than it was to be openly queer and have a target on his back? his behavior becomes a whole hell of a lot more understandable. yes, it's still shitty, but. there's a purpose behind it. and this idea is supported by the fact that, when gerrard leaves (flashing forward to bobby begins again), even before bobby gets there (because we always credit bobby with making the 118 the family it is today), like. the atmosphere is completely different. tommy and hen? are friendly with each other. chimney and tommy? also friendly with each other. which we also know because in 2x14 broken, he calls him up for help. which lends credibility to the idea that the problems tommy had (or thought he had) with henchim were not about them as people but more about whatever manufactured conservative boys club bullshit gerrard fostered.

and it's just like. motherfucker. bitch. what the hell. like. first of all, leave it to 9-1-1 to tell a story like this in the most subtle way possible. like if that was indeed the intended implication, i'm throwing my tv off a bridge immediately. but also. second of all. what is wrong with this show. they're crazy. i want to eat it like a loaf of bread. just shovel it in my mouth because the idea that tommy has been queer all along, that he wasn't brought back just to be a stopgap on buck's queer journey to eddie, but that he's been haunting the edges of the narrative like a gay ghost is sooo like. ohhh. okay. [throws up]. like????? okay. anyway. i'm going to be thinking about this the rest of the day.

[dominos-palast]

Not as useless as I seem

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: (platonic) Chishiya x adhd!reader, (platonic) Kuina x adhd!reader

Characters: Shuntaro Chishiya, Hikari Kuina

Used Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: gn!reader, fluff, platonic

A/N: No spoilers of the series, also it’s my first time writing something like this. The reader has or had a grandmother with a weird nose. Don’t ask me why.

P.S.: If you have advice on how to represent ADHD better, feel free to tell me!

Summary: It’s said you are a straight-up good-for-nothing and useless during games. But after observing you for a while, Chishiya finds some interesting things about you. You are finally paired together for a game along with Kuina and some others and Chishiya is ready to prove the rumors wrong.

Word Count: 1.7k

you arrived at the beach shortly after Chishiya and Kuina did

you were known for not doing anything but wandering around during games, not paying attention when someone’s talking and basically just leeching off others to win the game

you hadn’t had a game with either Chishiya or Kuina up until now, but they noticed you a long time ago

every time your team arrived at the beach after a game, the most charismatic ones in the group were the centre of attention, claiming they were the reason you all were save and sound now

Chishiya was observing the group

his eyes fell to you and he caught you rolling your eyes with a scoff while you sipped off your glass

it was nothing new for some people to exaggerate things a bit, he thought.

but after that he found himself observing you more often and in doing so he found some interesting things about you

for example, you seemed to get distracted easily when engaging with other people, diverting from the topic and coming up with a completely different topic

“I still can’t believe they are all dead now when hours ago we were drinking and laughing together”, one of the girls said, the mood of the group dropping once again. “It’s so sad we can’t even mourn them properly“ “The only thing we can do now is to remember their sacrifice for us”, and the group went quiet. “I once had a butterfly friend named Victoria.”, you were sitting there, enjoying your fruity drink.The group looked at you dumb-founded until a middle-aged man spoke up, “does their death mean nothing to you?”, to what a girl chimed in, “how heartless can you be?”. You just shrugged, taking their comments light-heartedly, “Well you were talking about remembering people, which reminded me of red poppies. You know, the flowers that symbolise remembrance and all that. And then I thought of the garden at my grandmother’s house which was full of red poppies because her father had died during a war. And once, when I was visiting my grandma, I saw a beautiful monarch butterfly flying above the poppies and I named her Victoria.” The group stared at you silently. You sipped on your drink happily. Somewhere further away sat Chishiya with a grin on his face.

you had the tendency to wander off when you got uninterested in the conversation or something else had caught your attention

you seemed to pay attention to details no one else had noticed or cared about before, like the fact that one of the hanging lights in the room had some screws loose, which you noticed while looking at the lights and ignoring Aguni’s threat speech directed to the newcomers

some time after you pointed this out to the group (who mostly wasn’t paying attention or just ignored the warning) the light fell to the ground

Chishiya also noticed how you seemed to talk faster when something excited you, and how you swallowed words or even whole sentences by doing so:

Chishiya and Kuina were enjoying their drinks at the bar when suddenly Kuina diverted Chishiyas attention to you. You stood far away with your arms folded, surrounded by some people, them chattering and laughing out loud. The unusual thing was how your gaze seemed to be fixed on the duo now staring back at you. Before Kuina could question your behaviour out loud, your head turned violently back to the group, engaging with the conversation with pure excitement, words running off your mouth like a waterfall. Kuina couldn’t help but chuckle, amused but also confused by your sudden change of mood. Chishiya figured out you had heard something you were interested in in the conversation.

it’s also worth mentioning, that you always seemed to be in a good mood, chattering with people, dancing around on your own, vibing at some tunes in your head and so on

your energy seemed to have no end but at random times where all that energy disappeared out of nowhere and you were sitting in the corner looking like a wet puppy

sometimes he even found you sleeping in weird places like under Ann’s working table

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Finally, the day came when you, Kuina and Chishiya were partnered up along with some others for a game

you were the first one to take a place in the car, Kuina sitting in between you and Chishiya

Kuina and you soon started to chatter during the drive, Kuina laughing her butt off at your jokes and weird thoughts

Chishiya only listened to them in silence, hiding the grin on his face behind the hood of his jacket

after arriving at the spot, you enter the designated room and a female voice explains the mission, this being to open the exit door of the escape room before the time runs out

You were all standing around, looking around the furnished room. “How are we supposed to exit a room without a door?”, someone had asked. The only way in or out of the room disappeared as soon as everyone stepped out of it. Chishiya quickly took over the leadership role. About what he was talking about? You have no clue, your eyes were fixed on the colourful fish swimming happily in the aquarium, forgetting the people around you. It was only when Kuina snapped with her fingers in front of your face that you came back to reality, a big question mark drawn on your face. “We need a key that fits in the box. There’s also some sort of puzzle on the wall there and we need a code. We have one hour to do this”, she explained to you. You were impressed she took her time to explain whatever they discussed to you. Someone else would have shouted at you to do something. “Yes, ma’am!”, you turned on your heels and started sniffing around the room. The attention was directed to one of the guys who had found a trap door underneath the carpet which needed a bigger key to be unlocked. In the meantime, you approached Chishiya, who was just about to finish a puzzle inside the drawer of a table. He felt your presence rest beside him, so he took the chance to test you. “What do you think?”, he said, putting the last piece in its place. “Fish” He raised an eyebrow and looked at you, then at the fish in the aquarium behind you two. He soon noticed the connection, but you were faster, “4351. That’s the code. The colours on the solved puzzle show the order in which we have to put the numbers-” “-and the amount of fish of the same colour mark the numbers we are searching for, so the code must be” “4351.” A grin spread across both of your faces after finishing the thought process together. You’re eyes met. Whatever had happened between you two was worth repeating. Chishiya broke eye contact first by turning around and sharing their discovery with the team. The lock opened and a minor key was retrieved from the previously locked compartment. Kuina took the key and attempted to open the box. But the lock wouldn't open. Kuina looked up with a frown on her face, “It doesn’t work.” “But there is no other lock that could fit such a small key”, a girl commented. Fifteen minutes were left on the clock and the group was getting desperate. There was nowhere to put the smaller key and they had already inspected every single furniture piece in the room. That’s when Chishiya heard a chuckle. He noticed the grin on your face. “The statue there looks so weird. Like, you see the nose? Reminds me of my grandma.” Chishiya looked in that direction. He was about to disregard the observation when he noticed how the statue’s finger pointed at another statue on the other side of the room, which pointed at another one. The last statue held a shield high above his head and held a knife in its right hand and a cloak fell over his shoulder, falling on the pedestal holding the statue. You seemed to have noticed as well, “There might be something on the heel. You know, Achilles Heel.”, you shrugged. Kuina appeared beside you, “How do you know it’s an Achilles statue?”. “I had this mild obsession with greek mythology when I was younger” Kuina nodded slowly and worded a soundless ‘oh’. Chishiya approached said statue, obeying your directions without a second thought. There it was. A keyhole, this one meant for a smaller key. Just then the female voice announced the last ten minutes left. Chishiya calmly asked Kuina to use the key on the hole. As soon as she did, a small panel on the wall opened and in it lay a wooden, minor key. Kuina took it and tried turning it to one side, having no effect on the trapdoor. She turned it on the other, but the same result. Eight Minutes were left. “This key doesn’t work, search for another” “But we have no other clues!” “Find another puzzle or something” The group grew more anxious and the clock was ticking. You crouched beside the trapdoor and took the key in your hands. “It’s broken,” you mumbled. Chishiya stood behind you, observing your actions in silence. You noticed him and held the key above your head to show him what you meant. The key seemed to be missing something, “What do you think?” Two minutes left. Chishiya grabbed the key, took the two you had used before and laid one on the other, trying to fit them in each other. And there it was. A satisfying click. You went out of the way to let Chishiya open the trapdoor, now finally letting itself be lifted. “Chishiya opened the trapdoor!”, the girl shouted, “Quick, get out!”, one after the other jumped out of the room and before the last minute could end, everyone had escaped the room.

During the trip back your group started praising Chishiya’s intelligence, all cheering happily and looking forward to the celebration that awaited on the beach

Kuina was MAD and was about to complain when you stopped her

“Let them be. At the end what matters is that we made it out, right?”

She could have strangled the life out of you right there and then, but she just accepted it and laid back

Since then you three stuck to each other like glue, them enjoying the lively conversations with you and your bad jokes and you feeling safe and understood with them

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 17

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 17 🥰🐞

A/N:Enjoy this one, its just wowzy, its fluffy for sure. 🐞💕

Side Note: Thank you for all the love and support, please do note I am open for requests. Much Love My Bugsies.💕🐞🥰

Warnings: Just pure fluff, if there's anything else, please let me know.🤭

......

Morning sweetheart, his fruity voice takes you by surprise, Morning babe, you sound so joyful this morning, your eyes still puffy from last night's sleep.

Dean lightly kisses your forehead, want to know what today is?

Babe she whined, I'm not in the mood for guessing games, glancing over to the alarm clock, its 4 in the morning.

Oh come on sleepyhead, he said mockingly, get that pretty little behind out of the bed.

Crinkling her nose, I just want to stay in bed today, she pouted.

Ha! Like my girl is going to spend her birthday in bed, he purred, we can do that later he smirked.

Not what I meant she mumbled!

Sweetheart I have a surprise for you he breathed in her ear, while kissing her neck softly.

Oh really, she laughed, what will that be? Her eyes filled with excitement.

Why would I tell you, if I can show you, his voice sounded smoky. I'll make us some breakfast while you get ready.

What should I wear?, she beamed.

You look good in anything sweetheart, but nothing will be just fine too, he cheered.

Throwing Dean with a pillow as he walks out of the room, made the both of you laugh.

....

The last eight months, has been a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly happy ones, some bad ones, like how you lost a good friend in Lisa, when she found out that, Dean's gotten back together with you, you felt horrible, knowing the two of you hurt her so much, but what could you do, after that day you realized you have never stopped loving Dean.

It was hard at first, to mend what was broken between you and Dean, but the two of you have gotten into this , easy going - doing life together cycle. Of course the two of you talked about the hard stuff as well, but for once in your life's, it was just easy, no fighting, no heartbreak, just happiness, it actually kind of felt you lived in some fantasy. Reviewing the way you look in the mirror, your eyes are brightly filled with joy, hair hanging loosely over your shoulders, light makeup covering your face. Grabbing your favorite pair of boots to round off the blue jeans, with a zeppelin shirt, sitting on the bed, pulling up the shoe's zipper, inspecting at last night's clothes scattered all across the floor, this back and forth between our houses, is driving you nuts.

Sweetheart, breakfast is ready Dean howled.

Walking in seeing Dean in a plain black t-shirt that's now slightly flour-stained, scraping out the last pieces of bacon, spikes your heart rate.

Sit down m'lady he mocked.

Thank you good sir, you teased back.

His face lit up with this big ole grin, giving you the plate, a stack of blueberry pancakes with a candle on top, and of course a side of bacon he laughed.

Your eyes welled up, babe, this is amazing thank you, squeezing his hand.

Glad you like it sweetheart, now eat, we've got a big day ahead he stated.

Overjoyed and very curious, you start digging into your breakfast.

.......

Where are we going Dean? Please tell me, she requested! Oh sweetheart would you just stop being so nosy, we are almost there, just a few more miles, Dean responded with his mischievous smile.

Folding your arms giving Dean a pouted look, mumbling its not fair. He stops the car, abruptly. Get Out! he ordered.

Confused and wide-eyed you get out, taking in the view its really beautiful, but way out of town. What are we doing here Babe?

Dean walks up to were your standing, with a smirk he says, time to close your eyes, covering your eyes with a bandana, whispering, are you ready? Helping you back in the car, you just laugh at him being all mysterious, I can't wait to see the surprise.

After a few minutes the car comes to a stop. Helping her out, he can feel the excitement, pulsing through her body, hoping she likes the surprise, he chews on his bottom lip. Okay you can look now.

Babe, she exclaimed this is beyond beautiful, taking in the sunrise, drawing in from the mountains, displaying, yellow and orange across the green trees, pulling him in for a hug, hearing his heart beating so fast.

Looking up at him, the way the orange dances in his emerald eyes, awakening every sense of her very being, thinking, this can't get any more perfect than this, Dean holding you tightly, breathtaking view..

Your thoughts gets interrupted, by his husky voice. I wanted us to share our first sunrise here sweetheart. Confusing on her face, first?

Yes sweetheart, this is our home, our own place, no more going back and forth, no more forgetting things, okay who am I kidding, my girl is an artist and a bit all over the place, you'll always forget stuff, he laughs.

Not true, you scold. Okay, lets agree to disagree, he says mockingly, interlacing his fingers through yours, leaning in, his lips inches away from yours, whispering I love you, then brushing his lips against yours, slowly, taking his time, like there's no other place he'd rather be, pulling away for an instant, admiring the look in his eyes, you replying in a hushed undertone, I love you too.

The corners of his mouth turning up and slightly crooked, let's go check out the house baby, in a swift motion he picks you up, cradling you in a bridal position, walking across the open field, towards the rustic house, adjusting her slightly so that he doesn't let her fall, opening the door knob, before walking over the threshold hearing him say, I know this isn't the traditional way to do it, but babe we have never done anything in the tradition, normal couple sense, he exclaimed.

Laughing, into his neck, placing little kisses till you finally reached his lips. Breathy, he pulls back, a nervous look on his face. Everything okay babe? concern visible in her soft voice.

Sweetheart, he clears his throat, going down on one knee, removing the chain around his neck, sliding the ring off, between his fingers, forever ain't long, and if you will let me, I would cherish you for as long as I live, loving you day after day, breathing air into your lungs when days are dark, carrying you when your legs are giving in because of the weight on your shoulders, baby since the first day, I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you took my breath away, and ever since then if your not close by, I can't breath, so will you and your paintbrushes come and color my life, making me the happiest man alive.

Standing there looking at him, clear nervousness visible, listening to his smoky voice, not fighting back the tears, emotion clear as you say, YES! a million times Yes.

Sliding the diamond ring over your finger, it fits perfectly he exclaimed, picking you up, swirling you around, placing a heartfelt kiss against your lips.

Its not until he puts you down, that you take a glance at the room, there's flowers, scattered in little heart shapes, like a million candles and fairy lights draping from the rustic wooden structures, turning around to take in the sight of the man your going to spend the rest of your life with, exclaiming this is the most perfect day ever.

He cups your face, giving you a small kiss, pulling away for an instant to admire your beautiful features , then like gravity pulling the two of you closer, you start to devour each other, he grabs the back of your legs, you wrapping around him, running your fingers through his hair, he starts walking to the kitchen counter.

Creak! What was that? the two of you breathed into each others lips, Bang! Dean's feet goes through the wooden floor, bringing the both of you two, to a fall, staring at each other wide-eyed, breaking into laughter, we might want to fix that first. Dean's eyes catches yours, he whispered underneath his breath, but first, pulling you in for yet another kiss.

[vylithscat]

How would the obey me characters react to over hearing MC singing God is a woman by Ariana Grande, while she is in her room….

thank you for the request! listened to the song a little too much when writing this..

prompt: an mc who's caught singing a maybe slightly controversial song in the hol genre: general, slight crack hc, implied/leaning fem!mc pairings: the bros + dateables (and luke)

Lucifer

He was actually coming to check that you were ready to go, but he paused when he heard your music

Normally, he wouldn't indulge in your tastes, you always seemed so bashful about music exclusive to your world

Then he heard the lyrics..

Storms into your room, demanding to know what the hell you're listening to

We call him.. Father, what is this song telling you humans?

Refuses to let you explain, takes whatever device you played it on and storms out with a huff, "Finish getting ready quickly."

Has to take the rest of the morning to process what the hell he just heard

It's in the back of his mind all day as he tries to figure out when or how a human came up with something so.. ridiculous

You can talk to him about it at RAD or back at home, he'll ask the same thing wherever

"What compelled a song like that to be written, and why do you listen to it?"

Mammon

Oh Mams, poor Mams..

He only wanted to come greet you in the morning, maybe watch you put on your makeup

The song doesn't even process in his head until he actually listened to it for a second

"Oi! What's the song promptin', eh!? Where'd ya get this!?"

You explaining its a song from the human world confuses him further

Why did someone write this? Who thought Father was a woman? Why do you listen to this!?

No matter how much you try to explain it, he'll be confused

Doesn't let you listen to it anymore, especially if he's around (So, you basically can never listen to it)

Even worse, if he hears it in the human world he fumbles out a dozen questions to you

All of his questioned could be boiled down to; Why does it exist?

Leviathan

The two of you usually listen to music anyways, mostly on your D-3 or Levi's

But today, you were able to get your songs downloaded and plugged in your headphones to enjoy human world together

You put on a playlist, sat back and the two of you scrolled on your D-3s, until it came on..

Levi didn't fully process it, but the longer it went on, the more it clicked in his head

Father was a what?

He glanced at you to ask you about it, but.. you were mumbling the lyrics!? You don't believe this song.. Right!?

"Um.. S-Sunshine?" Your smile made him all the more nervous to ask, "W-Why.. do you have this song?"

You blinked a few times, processing what you were listening to and laughed

It was just a human world song, that's all! Nothing else!

"Y-You don't believe that, do you..?"

Assure him you don't, and ask him to not tell anyone its in your playlists..

Satan

When the two of you studied together, one of you put on music from a pre-made playlist

It was usually quiet songs, or purely instrumentals, today though..

You were preoccupied with homework, your face practically buried into your book

Satan, however, was sitting straight up listening to your song like it'd curse him

What in the Devildom was he listening to? What were YOU listening to when he wasn't around?

Nearly shook you out of your seat to snap you out of focus

"Please explain your music tastes to me."

You listened for a second, panicked and changed the song before scrambling together an apology

"That doesn't explain anything.."

It's a human world song.. Of course it is, who else would come up with something like that?

Asks to switch to his playlist for the rest of your study hall

Asmodeus

It was spa day, his favorite day with you ♡

He gathered all his fruity scents, lit candles and prepared the perfect robe to show off your curves

Your D-3 usually had the playlist, but it wasn't working.. But, not to worry, your phone from home works fine!

He was a little focused on your massage, so it took him a second to hear the song

The singing was lovely, the lyrics were questionable, but your soft hums to it made it forget all about anything else

He's one of the few who didn't question you too much until you were cuddling

With his fingers dancing on your perfectly soft skin, he asks, "What was that one song about? The whole.. God is a woman thing?"

Oh, did that play? Whoops..

"You're smart enough to not believe a song like that, but I didn't mind it much. Especially since I got to hear your voice too ♡"

With a small whine of embarrassment, he'll brush it off anytime it plays on spa days cause your singing is just adorable ♡

Beelzebub

Sometimes when you two eat snacks together, you'll ask if you can put on some music

Be it Devildom music you enjoy, or your music from home, he doesn't mind

He's usually too busy inhaling food to notice the music you put on

So, he's unintentionally heard it multiple times before he finally pointed it out to you one day

In between bites, he asks, "Hey, what's with that one song?"

Which one?

"The one playing right now."

You didn't even process that it was on and sheepishly changed it, apologizing that it was something a friend introduced you to

"Do you like the song?"

What? Of course not! Just.. supporting a friend's music choices

"But you were singing to it a second ago."

You can't really wiggle out of it, and Beel doesn't seem to care what's put on as long as you're here and he's eating with you

Belphegor

He naps in your room all the time, so it's no surprise he's heard you sing along to your songs

Loves your voice, finds it super soothing, especially when the song is quieter so he can hear you better

Today is no different, he's waking up some and hears a song starting

Listens in while pretending to be asleep

Slowly realizes what the song is saying and that you're happily singing along to it

Sits up in bed while staring you down until you turn to him

"What the hell is this song?"

How do you even begin to explain this..

Even if you do there's a high chance he flips back on his side, softly grumbling, "That's weird."

Refuses to let you continue to listen to it if he's anywhere nearby too

Diavolo

It's a very low chance for him to stumble into your room while you're singing along songs

And it's even lower in regards to this one

So he may have either gotten a video or extremely lucky

Either way, he's asking you a dozen questions

"Do humans really believe this?", "How did you come across this?", "Do you believe it?"

No matter what you say, Diavolo will always cheerfully bring it up while you're around

He finds the situation funny, especially if someone else told/showed him

May ask you to put it on again cause he's curious

But if you're super embarrassed about it he'll lay off (kind of, he's still curious about it)

Barbatos

Similar to Diavolo, it's a low chance he ever catches you doing it

Though he is able to visit more often and will deliver teas and sweets for you and the brothers

Occasionally will indulge you with a private tea time

Just so happens you were listening to a certain song when he came to visit today

He pauses, smiles at you and sets down the tea set while you fumble with your phone to stop the song

Teases you about it, doesn't bring it up much afterwards unless you're clearly embarrassed

Even then, it's something between the two of you

So he'll keep the teasing between the two of you

Though he does ask to keep it to yourself if you're around the others, simply for your own sanity

Luke

He was happily walking along the path, ready to deliver some sweets to you

Got welcomed in by one of the brothers before he hurried along

Went to knock on your door and paused.. What were you listening to?

And were you.. singing along to that!?

Bursts into your room, "What is that song telling you!?"

You nearly jump out of your skin when the door slams against your wall

It's just a song, why's Luke reacting so b- Oh

Turn it off, apologize and maybe explain the human world songs are.. odd

He's not gonna want you to listen to your music without him anymore..

Especially if you sang along to that

Simeon

He enjoys coming over to help you get ready for most outings, especially if it's one with him

And you put on music to get ready, he doesn't mind much, he's pretty used to any kind of music by now

While he was brushing your hair, he listened and.. slowed

You ask if everything's alright and he smiles, "What's this song, my dove?"

No matter your reaction, be it panic or brushing it off, he'll softly laugh

"Human music is so fascinating. How did someone come to this conclusion?"

You're really not sure, you just enjoy her music, it's sprinkled throughout your playlists

"I'm sure you don't believe it's message, my dove. Though, I do ask to be cautious considering who you live with."

With a laugh and a thank you, you switch the song and remove that one from your playlists before laying back so he can continue his hair brushing

Solomon

Ah yes, that silly little song, right? Funny that you listen to it

He's heard a few of the odd choices of modern music and this one is no different

He doesn't keep up that often, but he finds it hilarious that you've brought that of all things down to Devildom

Overjoyed if you tell him that one of the demons or even angels overheard you listening to it

Even more so if you tell him, in the most embarrassed tone possible, you sang it

He finds the whole situation hysterical and wishes he could've seen their reactions

Doesn't really care to hear it, and doesn't mind if you listen to it around him

It's music from his home, just not what he would choose to listen to

But, whatever you enjoy! You're his favorite, so he'll let you do whatever

Just.. give him a chance to see somebody, anybody reel back in shock over this song, please

[oneforthemunny]

I'm so happy for the word blurbs you are doing. And I'm so thankful for your blog and all these beautiful things you write. We definitely not taking them for granted.💓

I would kindly request a fluffy/smutty but mostly fluff about cowboy eddie and sweet girl with the word "drinks" 🍺🍹

(just came back from drinks and I'm a little tipsy thats all) 😇

"How many of those fruity little things you had, darlin'?"

You giggled, looking at Eddie through bleary, starry eyed vision. The honky tonk was alive and loud with line dancers and fiddles and steel guitars. Eddie wanted to take you out, have a few drinks, listen to some music, relax- get you off the ranch.

"I dunno." You rolled your lip between your teeth. "Just a few."

Eddie grinned, dimpled and sweet, setting his beer on the wooden surface of the bar. His hand found your back easily, pressing you towards him, smoothing down the soft material of your sundress. "I'm gonna get one more. You want one?" He asked, waving the bartender down.

You looked down at your drink, mostly melted ice and a saturated cherry. "Yeah, same thing, please." You muttered, leaning into his side.

Your mind was buzzing, just past the point of tipsy. A little loose, a little silly, sweet and giggly. Eddie loved when you'd get like this. You were always sweet, but he loved taking you out. You'd have a few drinks and snuggle up into his side, trailing little kisses down his jaw, giggling and batting your eyes sweetly up at him. Like you were now.

Eddie nodded at the bartender, pulling his own beer towards him, passing you your fresh drink. "You havin' fun, baby?" He asked with a smirk.

You laughed, nasally. "Yeah." You hummed, tongue poking out to chase the straw around the plastic cup. Eddie felt his cock throb, tightening behind his zipper.

"Wish you'd come dance with me." You muttered, blinking up at him with a tiny pout.

"To this?" Eddie asked with a laugh. Some loud, fast tempo song that had the line dancers scrambling and clapping across the dance floor. Your lip jutted further, a deeper pout.

Eddie rolled his eyes, pulling you closer. "I'll dance with you at home. You can put on somethin' slow. How's that sound, sweet girl?" He muttered in the shell of your ear, his breath ghosting down your neck, leaving you shuddering.

You turned, your nose touching his, glassy eyed and lovey dazes that had him blushing. "Promise?"

"Promise." Eddie muttered, leaning in to peck your lips, short but sweet, your head finding his shoulder before your lips were on his jaw, peppering light kisses up and down the stubble there.

[corrodedcoffinkid]

could you do one where the fruity four are just hanging out, laughing and stuff and suddenly eddie gets overwhelmed and has to leave, steve comforts him. im totally not projecting btw 100% not haha 

“No, I get to be the dog!”

“No, I do!”

Steve and Nancy sigh as Robin and Eddie argue over Monopoly pieces. After a good game of CLUE, followed by a very tense game of Twister, Robin had demanded a Monopoly session.

Robin sighs angrily, and tosses a different piece to Eddie. “Can’t you just be the car?”

“Why don’t you be the car?” Eddie snaps.

Nancy grabs the dog piece from Robin’s hand, and tosses it over her shoulder. “No one gets to be the dog! Let’s just play!”

Robin and Eddie huff, but eventually agree on different pieces.

Steve gets everything set up- it doesn’t take him long. They’re about an hour in, and the game is going well. Eddie seems content, and Steve is thankful for that.

Steve wishes he’d learned by now just how fast Eddie’s mood can change.

“Guys,” Eddie says quietly, “I don’t think I can play anymore. I think I’m ready to go home.”

“What?” Robin asks, “Why?”

“I’m tired.”

Tired probably isn’t the best word. Drained, overstimulated, exhausted… those were better words. Still, nobody questions it too much. They pack up the game, and leave the Wheeler home after saying their goodbyes.

The car ride is mostly quiet, except for the radio, until Eddie speaks. “Sorry we had to leave early.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fine. Robin gets cocky when she’s in the lead, anyway.”

“I just don’t know why this happens sometimes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Eddie nods sadly. “I think so.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well,” Eddie begins, “You know how I get. One minute, I’m fine, and the next… well, you know.” He fiddles with his hands for a moment. “Suddenly, I feel so drained that I feel like I can’t talk anymore and that I can’t continue being around so many people- even if it’s just the four of us.”

Pulling up in Eddie’s driveway, Steve continues to listen. Eddie doesn’t stop ranting for a while- only long enough to shower and change into his pajamas. “And now,” Eddie continues, “I feel like a jerk.”

“What? Why?” Steve asks, curling up on the couch next to Eddie.

“Because I’ve been talking this entire time and probably driving you up a wall.”

“No, I like listening to you talk.”

Eddie doesn’t fully believe him, but he takes it anyway. He sighs, and rests his head in Steve’s lap. Steve nudges him. “So… wanna watch a mo-”

“Shhh,” Eddie whispers, reaching up to press a finger to Steve’s lips. “M’ recharging.”

[mrlondonboy]

🔍 Harry Griffin Jr Takes a Lie Detector Test

"  we're  going  to  be  taking  a  lie  detector  test  today.  you  will  be  hooked  up  to  the  machine,  and  we  will  ask  you  a  series  of  questions  -  whether  you  tell  the  truth  or  lie  is  up  to  you,  but  the  test  will  be  able  to  snitch  out  any  lies."

" Seem simple enough."

"  to  start,  what  is  your  first  name  and  what  city  are  we  in  ?  "

"Harold. Or Harry. And we are in the amazing New York City."

"  thank  you.  how  are  you  feeling  today  ?  "

"Just peachy. Had my morning beagle and coffee. I'm content."

"  understandable.  how  about  an  easier  one  -  what's  your  favourite  colour  ?  "

"It's been blue forever. But like a darker blue. I don't know the name, but let's just say dark blue."

"  and  your  favourite  film  genre ?  "

Harry lets out an airy chuckle. "Most people would say Superhero movies, with my track record but I want to make the record straight I do enjoy a good horror thriller."

"  let's  see  -  what  is  one  thing  you  wouldn't  be  found  without ?  "

"It is too "basic"- is that the term?" Harry laughs trying to understand these new terms being tossed around. "My phone. I'm always on it. Text, random Google searches during the day."

"  keeping  it  light,  what's  your  drink  of  choice  ?  "

"Whiskey on the rocks." "That's a lie." "Okay, okay. You got me. I'm kinda of a fruity drink kind of guy. Long Island Ice Tea is up there.

"  which  of  the  following  have  you  attended,  and  would  you  attend ?  "

bold  what's  been  attended,  italicize  what  would  attend  /  attend  again.

the  ballet.  the  met  gala.  the  horse  track.  the  race  track.  a  yacht  party.  the  opera.  the  orchestra.  a  broadway  show.  a  shakespeare  production.  a  concert.  a  comedian.  an  (  american  )  football  game.  a  soccer  /  football  game.  a  documentary  film.  a  film  premiere.  a  polo  game.  art  museum.  wine  tastings.  nyc  sightseeing  tour.  celebrity  sightseeing  tours.  haunted  tours.  charity  galas.  fashion  shows.  fashion  week.  disneyworld  /  disneyland.  a  basketball  game.  a  hockey  game.  a  baseball  game.  a  boxing  match.  a  cricket  match.  the  golf  course.  the  olympics.  

"  oooh,  we're  jumping  into  something  a  bit  heavier  now.  what  is  the  one  thing  you  want  to  achieve  in  life  ?  "

"Not to keep in the footsteps of dear old Dad, but maybe finally get that Oscar. Not necessarily in the acting career but one of my films I produce getting some attention. Outside of my name."

"  who  knows  what  the  fates  ​​​​​​​have  ​​​​​​​in  ​​​​​​​store.  ​​​​​​​how  do  you  feel  about  reputation.com ?  it's  ​​​​​​​all  ​​​​​​​anyone  ​​​​​​​seems  ​​​​​​​to  be  ​​​​​​​talking  about  lately."

"I've heard of it. It's a website. I've seen dozen of these in the past couple of years now. My name is always circulating in these outlets. Ever since I've shown my face to the public. I do have to admit this one knows where to get their information."

"  everyone  is  entitled  to  their  own  opinion,  i  guess.  what's  the  weirdest  /  craziest  headline  you've  read  about  yourself  there  ?  "

"Oh, man. A recent one I saw that actually made me laugh, that I had signed on to this trip to space that other celebrities were going. As much as I wish that was true, I didn't make the cut. - I know!" Harry reacted to the gasps behind the cameras. "I'd kill to go to space."

"  what's  something  you  are  currently  working  on  ?  "

"A few projects here and there. Mostly producing. So sorry to disappoint any fans of mine that want another Superman movie any time soon."

"  i'll  look  forward  to  it.  one  last  official  question  -  and  it's  an  easier  one.  cats  or  dogs ?  "

"Thanks. They are some projects that are close to my heart. Oh dogs 100%. I have a Collie, Quinn." Harry was quick to pull out his phone with his free hand. "This is the little guy."

"  personally,  i'm  a  dog  fan  anyday.  anything  else  you'd  like  to  add ?  "

"That this was fun. Only got one beep out of it. Gotta say that's a win."

"  well,  thank  you  so  much  for  joining  us  today  ​​​​​​​-  can't  ​​​​​​​wait  ​​​​​​​to  ​​​​​​​have  ​​​​​​​you  ​​​​​​​back  ​​​​​​​with  ​​​​​​​us  soon."

[sichore]

I've still been writing, mostly sharing stuff privately, but my work connection is balls, so this one's gonna go here.

Jimi and Pickles talk gender. It's totally dildos. (Warning: some internalized homophobia and other unpleasant stuff)

Jimi chuckles, more than a little awkwardly. "Well, if it makes it any easier, just… think of me as another dude."

"Then that'd be gay."

She expects that answer, and laughs again, more weakly this time as a knot of anxiety forms in her gut. "Yeah, well… stuff with me is always kinda fruity, so…"

Her hands twist into her shirt, but thankfully, Pickles doesn't seem to be suffering from self-consciousness. She just feels him shift against her hair, cheek turning a bit towards her. "Meaning…?"

Yeah, she's definitely ruined her high. Jimi waves her hands uselessly. "No, no, it's fine, we don't have to get into it. We're having a good time!"

"Nah, it's fine," Pickles drawls, shrugging. She sees him gesture towards the ceiling in her peripheral vision. "This is a safe place, right? We're one with da air an' earth and Appalachian Demonsbane with Memphis Blackwater right now. 

So, go on. Yer kind of a fruit, huh?"

"... Well." Her hands keep twisting on top of her belly, growing damp and clammy. She wants to sit up, maybe go grab the snacks they're going to be wanting, but the floor feels really good against her back. She feels tiny laying there, and her living room feels massive now. Like she may as well be laying on a rock in the primordial ocean, once again assailed by the thoughts of her meager, mortal shell and the mortifying concept of being perceived.

Only Pickles the Drummer is here, too. She's already shared the best of her stash with him, a guy who's richer than God, yet was persistent on sticking around and getting in her business (which, well, he hired her for), who was also here laying on her living room floor and contemplating the universe with her.

Fuck it.

"I don't really think of myself as a woman," she blurts out in a rush, pauses, then takes a deep breath. She's too grown to be flustered about this after so long. "I haven't in a long time, but I don't really know what I am. I'm not a wife, or a mom, and a woman doesn't have to be that, but I'm also not – not wifed up, or all that pretty. But my tits are too big to not be a woman, right? So – I don't know! I'm just some guy. Some dude. But not a man. But I don't feel… womanly."

She pauses. Pickles hasn't responded, and maybe he's falling asleep. Whatever. May as well keep going. He probably won't remember any of this, anyway. As good a time as ever to get decades' worth of discontent off her chest. "It doesn't really matter, though, since I have work to do. I just gotta paint, and I'm – no one really sees me, anyway uh, outside of you guys. So it doesn't… have to matter? I'm just like y'all. But not manly. Or rich. Or white."

Jimi's vision blurs suddenly, so she takes off her glasses and sets them far to her side, pressing the heels of her palm against her eyes. What were they even saying? It's not like Pickles can relate – sure, there was that bit in the 80s, but things were different then. And then it got a lot worse. And he has money and influence and can just be without worrying about whether or not it'd get him fired. He has protection.

He doesn't get it. He can't. He can't possibly relate to growing up in Virginia, surrounded by woods and whispers, where the only thing that mattered was being a good, quiet child. 

He can't relate to growing up in Tennessee, only experiencing the world through MTV because Mom kept them in the bumfuck countryside, and her classmates were mainly white farm kids. He couldn't understand how Jimi never knew if she loved Janet or wanted to be her, or Michael, or Tina. Or Prince. How everything flipped one day and they wanted to be called Jimi, not Jamila. 

How once she graduated and huge shirts and baggy jeans were all the rage, they felt so comfortable and right, but she still wore her Poetic Justice box braids and cute crop tops because it was also the thing to do.

What did it matter even when she was dating, when her partner realized she was a woman, and that kissing her girlfriend also felt nice? Jimi didn't stay. Jimi couldn't decide. Jimi broke down, did her big chop, and wasted away for a decade that sped by in a blur of acrylic paints and droning office printers. Her personal life was nonexistent, and in the real world, it didn't matter how dark or light or fit or fat she was; they would never see women like her as such no matter what she did. Easier to just not be one.

What did it even matter, when Jimi was alone and just needed to pay rent?

Why was she even saying this now?

"Sorry, it doesn't matter. You can just call me Jimi. Or whatever. It doesn't really change anything. Still, you can just – see me as a dude. Or some chick. Whatever. "

There's a pregnant silence. Jimi closes her eyes, wanting to sink into the ground and just return to the earth, for fucking up this interaction with her very wealthy benefactor. Way to fucking go, girl.

She's certain Pickles is asleep, blissfully unaware and uncaring that it was okay to share feelings and emotions and all, even if that's some gay shit. Or that Jimi just barrelled over and fucked up the pleasant vibe they had going before she got all up in her own crap.

So when he speaks again, she jumps, startled out of her own spiral.

"Yanno, everyone was calling me a chick during Snakes n' Barrels," Pickles begins, softer than she's ever heard him speak. "The whole glam rock thing wasnt manly and all that other crap. I didn't really care. I had all the sex and money and blow I could ever want, and, shit. You couldn't find none'a that in Tomahawk. L.A. was… somethin' else."

Pickles shifts, sighs. Jimi can't tell if he's wistful or not; times were wild, back then. He continues. "Felt like you could do anything there, be anything. So I did. I was whatever I fuckin' wanted, and it was great. Between the blackouts, at least. And when I wanted somethin' else, somethin' heavier… I felt like I had to leave that behind."

He shrugs again. "All that gay shit wasn't metal, y'know? An' it worked. Dethklok happened, and I got everything I ever wanted, more than I ever did back then. I just stopped thinking about it."

Jimi chews her bottom lip during the second pause, then ventures: "You didn't stop thinking about it, did you?" She feels Pickles shake his head. Jimi tilts her face towards him, though she can't see much beyond her own curls and his bright dreads. Mainly the tip of his nose. "Is that why you did the reunion?"

"Part of it," Pickles snorts. "I wanted to step back into that old skin, see how it felt. And… it didn't feel much different. Nothing really changed, 'cept I don't got guys suckin' my dick nearly as often."

That checks out. Jimi's sometimes wondered how different things would be if Dethklok was out about that kind of thing, if they were like that. How that would change… everything. The rumors were vicious, but the devastation that could easily ensue if anything true came out would be more than her soft heart could handle. It'd probably get a lot worse before anything got better. Hadn't it always been safer to just keep it on the down low?

"So, yer not alone in that. I'm just Pickles. That's all I can be. I'm too old to be anything else."

"... You're not that old. Neither of us are." Jimi returns her gaze to the ceiling, which still undulates, moving further away, then closer. Guess her high is still going. "You've aged good, though."

"Aww, geez, yer makin' me blush!"

Jimi feels the smile in his voice, can picture the lopsided grin and twinkle in those mischievous green eyes. She smiles, too. 

"So, you still wanna be called Jimi?"

"Yeah. Jamila's for people who don't know me like that, or family. It depends. There's nothing else I'd wanna be called."

"But dood's fine?"

"Yeah, dude is pretty whatever to me."

"Mmm, what about honey? Babe?"

"What–" Jimi's heart lurches to her throat. She laughs it off. "That's so unprofessional!"

"Aw, c'mahn! We're cool, right? What about me, huh?" Pickles rolls to his side, propping himself up on an arm so he can look down at her with glittering eyes. "Got any for me?"

"Douchebag." Pickles tosses his head back, laughing. "I dunno, sugah?"

"Ooh, I like that. Real country."

"And really inappropriate for this arrangement." But Pickles is grinning down at her, and Jimi's cheeks hurt, and she wonders if she'll reconsider.

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

(request for meeting Evan at a wedding. I'm not sure if this will be super long or in parts yet, but I think it's a good time to incorporate car sex? Yea. So, here goes nothing. Hope you enjoy!) edit: decided to do parts.

Part 1: my big fat bad attitude

"Bartender, can I please get something fruity and I will slip you 5 bucks if you make it strong for me" I wink at him. He's kinda cute when he smiles.

"Sure thing, darling"

Oh, boy. This is going to be a long night.

I'm at my cousin Megan's Lake Tahoe wedding. The weather is perfect this time of year for having an outdoor wedding. This one happens to be absolutely amazing. Fairy lights adorn the white canvas walls of the tent. The dance floor is beautiful with lights and flowers. The food and the DJ is awesome. The ceremony was stunning next to the lake. My cousin is stunning too.

She was so excited for me to attend because, aside from her parents and brother, most of my family was not going to make the trip from the Midwest to California. I figured this was a good opportunity, not only for a well deserved vacation featuring a destination wedding, but also because I was seriously thinking about looking for work while I was here. I needed a fresh start.

My aunt and Uncle said they would hold onto the place they had rented for my cousin when she moved out here for a few more months if I wanted to explore my options in LA. They knew my circumstances and are super generous people. Megan, of course, has already vacated the rental and moved in with her now husband. I get a pang of panic that my cousin, who is 13 years younger than me, is married now and I have been gutted and tormented by my supposed soon to be husband.

He was supposed to be here with me. We were supposed to get married in the fall. But, two weeks ago, I forgot an important document at home and went back to get it. That's when I walked in on my fiance fucking some bimbo from behind on the rug by our living room fireplace. My thoughts went from shock to smirking about the rug burn she's more or less already feeling on that carpet by now. I know it all too well. Back to shock and then seething anger. They didn't realize I was there cause they were so loud and he was pulling her hair. She sounded like a valley girl when she moaned and I thought how annoying that must sound to him. I cleared my throat and they both yelped and jumped a literal foot off the ground. The clumsiness of it all had me hysterically laughing. I was afraid to stop because I might have ended up going to jail that day if I did. She was his secretary. I made some joke about it not being 1950 anymore and told him to get the actual fuck out of my house. Now, here I am at this beautiful wedding and feeling like absolute trash.

The bartender hands me a tequila sunrise. I take a sip and it makes me choke a little. Perfect. I hand him a 10 dollar bill and tell him I'm gonna trust he will keep his excellent skills up for the remainder of the evening. "Anything for you, beautiful." Yea, yea. Keep it in your pants.

I turn on my heels, feeling giddy about my soon to be drunken state when I nearly collide with a handsome stranger. It was like a slow motion scene in a movie as we both try to grab the drink and right it before it crashes to the ground and shatters. He succeeds, although half of my drink splashes out the sides. Mostly landing on the floor. Some landing on his white shirt that, I now notice, is hugging his broad shoulders and muscular chest. It's now stained pink. We are both holding onto the to glass. Tequila covering our hands. Our hands are touching and we both have a surprised look on our faces. After a beat we both realize what we must look like and start laughing.

"Here, you got it?" He asks, kindly.

"Yea, Thanks." I say letting out a tiny chuckle

He walks over to the bar and grabs a stack of napkins. He makes sure he wipes down my glass and our hands and then cleans up the floor as best as he can.

"Dammit, I'm really sorry. Let me know when you are ready for another one and I'd be happy to grab it for you"

"Oh my gosh, no worries" I wave my hand at him as if to say no big deal.

"At least it's an open bar, right?" He smiles and I notice his dimples for the first time.

All I can do is nod my head. Fuck, he's gorgeous. Ok, thoughts go away. You are in no position to date right now. Politely excuse yourself. My brain is sensible. My vagina is not. I can feel that familiar pressure when you get turned on. Sigh. Oh well.

"Well I'm sorry your shirt is stained. You aren't in the wedding party, are you?" I ask.

"Oh, no. Just a friend of the groom. I'm not worried about it. I can always put my jacket back on. I'm just glad it didn't get on your pretty dress." He realizes he blurted that out and shakes his head. Blushing. Fucking adorable. I notice the style of his curly hair. It reminds me of something I can vaguely remember.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" I suddenly blurt out the question.

He gets kinda anxious. "Possibly. I'm an actor. My name is Evan."

"Wait, are you the actor that volunteered at the homeless shelter downtown and gave the kids acting lessons? My cousin volunteered there and that's how she met her husband."

He nods his head "Uh, yea. Yep. That was me" he says shyly.

"Megan told me how everyone was swooning over how sweet you were with the kids. That you were really patient and they looked forward to your class weekly. That's really amazing. I couldn't stop thinking about that after she told me."

He blushes and turns his head.

"Yea, I had to go away for work and then I just didn't have time anymore. I do miss it. It was fulfilling."

I smile and nod my head in approval "Very cool. Well, Evan, I'm Andrea and it's super nice to have splashed my drink on you. Maybe I will see you around."

"Ha! Nice to meet you too. Have a good night!"

I take my annihilated drink to my seat and I sit down and take a breath. Wow, that was...interesting.

______

"Hey Cousin!! Andrea!!" I hear my name over the loud music and look up. Megan is standing on the dance floor motioning me to come out. I start to get up when she holds her bouquet out and I realize a second before the DJ speaks that there is about to be a bouquet toss. Bonus. I sit back down and shake my hands in a "no thanks" gesture. That prompts my 5'2" cousin, dressed in her ball gown and stiletto heels, literally climb over a chair, march up to me, grab me by the hand and pull me to a standing position. "Get your motherfucking ass out there." Shit, she's a strong little thing. Yes ma'am.

Once I'm out on the floor and Megan's back is turned, I step out of the group and as far off to the side as I can. This, however,doesn't work. Did I mention she works with kids? Yea, she must have eyes in the back of her head. Because fuck if that bouquet doesn't shoot right at my face so hard I would have had to duck if I didn't have cat-like reflexes. Goddammit.

I catch it and hold it up with the most fake smile I could muster on my face as everyone cheers. My cousin walks by me and I swear I hear her mutter "fucking right" under her breath. As I'm walking back to my seat I catch a glimpse of the handsome, not so stranger, stranger standing between two tables smirking at me. I quickly look away and walk straight to the bar. Cute bartender winks at me and I ask if I can just get a straight shot of tequila. He hesitates, but only for a minute when he sees my face. He starts to pour it.

Just then they call the guys up for the garter toss. I'm thinking to myself that it's such an old fashioned thing to have at your wedding and why is she doing this to me, when the groom tosses it and I see a big veiny hand shoot up into the air and snatch it. What. The. Fuck. Evan turns in a circle until he finds me standing up at the bar and then holds his arm up, clutching the garter. I swear under my breath and smile at him. The DJ then asks if the bouquet and garter winners could kindly come to the center of the dance floor. Shit, fuck, I mutter. Then I grab my tequila, cheers it in his direction, and shoot it down.

(I will get to the next part sometime this afternoon!)

oh heyyy there 👀

[littleashleylynn]

FRUITY FOUR COUNTRY CLUB DRABBLE

Eddie and Robin somehow get roped into attending a day at the Hawkins country club with Nancy and Steve.

Both Eddie and Robin obviously don’t have the right clothing for the country club so they borrow from Steve and Nancy.

Both Steve and Eddie are wearing polos with khaki shorts, a belt and sneakers with ankle high socks. The both have sweaters wrapped over their shoulders which Eddie fought Steve over for 10 minutes like a petulant child. Surprisingly, but not super happy about it, Eddie agreed to pull his hair back in a messy bun. Nothing more.

Nancy and Robin are both sporting skirts and polos with sneakers, high socks and a sweater also draped over their shoulders as well. Robin argued why she can’t just wear shorts.

Both in their element, Nancy and Steve gave last minute touches to their hair in the mirror while Eddie and Robin squirmed in the terrible clothing.

On the way to the country club, Nancy and Steve sat in the front and chatted casually about tennis while Robin and Eddie were talking low in the back and giggling once in a while which prompted Steve to give them the most “dad” look in the rearview mirror.

“What are you two laughing at?” Steve finally asked.

“Nothing, Dingus, eyes on the road” Robin laughed and Steve shook his head and mumbled something incoherent.

They got to the country club and upon arriving at the clubhouse, Robin and Eddie couldn’t feel more ridiculous. Steve and Nancy were smiling, strides in their steps as they led the way, walking over to reception to check them in for tennis.

“Harrington, two. And two for Wheeler.” Eddie and Robin heard Steve relay to the receptionist.

“Jesus, I wanna dieeeee.” Robin whined low enough for only Eddie to hear, pulling on her skirt.

“Yeahh… I feeeel that.” Eddie replied adjusting his shorts.

“So we definitely doing this?” Robin whispered referring to the plan her and Eddie came up with in the car.

“Fuck yes. A hundred percent. It’s going to be hilarious.”

“Dude. They’re going to be so mad.” Robin laughed quietly, excited to execute their plan.

The two clammed up when they saw Steve was done at reception and waving them down to follow him to the tennis courts. Robin and Eddie were giggling and lightly punching each other in the shoulders as they followed. Nancy turned back to look at them.

“Are you two okay?” Nancy asked, almost annoyed.

“We’re fine Nance, just first-time country club jitters” Robin lied.

“Yeah, don’t mind us virgins.” Eddie grinned.

“Okay…” Nancy huffed softly dismissing the two.

The four finally made their way to the tennis courts and before they went into their court, Eddie and Robin excused themselves to go to the bathroom before starting. Both Steve and Nancy sighed “fine” and off they went.

10 minutes goes by and Eddie and Robin are still missing. Steve and Nancy are waiting casually in the court, Steve bouncing the tennis ball against the floor of the court and catching it.

“Where did they go?” Nancy huffed.

“They said they had to go to the bathroom.” Steve replied cooly, focusing on the ball.

“Together?” Nancy questioned. And suddenly the duo appeared, returning to the court. But something was different.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Steve groaned.

Eddie and Robin were trying to bite back their laughs but were proving unsuccessful. Not only have they returned to play tennis, they were wearing each other’s outfits. Robin was wearing Eddie’s borrowed shorts, polo and belt with sweater to match. Eddie was in Robin’s borrowed skirt, polo and sweater. They kept their same socks and sneakers for obvious reasons.

“See, the shorts are so much better.” Robin said referring to her new outfit. Steve and Nancy were still speechless, mostly because of how insane Eddie looked next to her.

“What’s the matter Harrington? Don’t I look pretty?” Eddie laughed modeling his new skirt. The polo was super tight on his abdomen, lifting up with every movement. The skirt oddly enough fit him.

“Is this what you were laughing at this whole time?” Nancy whined.

“Maybeeee.” Eddie grinned playing with the hem of the skirt and Robin burst out laughing.

“Relax, Nance, we look better this way. Much more comfortable.” Robin smirked, putting her hands in his pockets.

“You two are insane.” Steve barked “Can you both please change back so we can play?”

“And have you miss seeing me bend over in this hot little number? Fat chance.” Eddie purred, wiggling his ass in Steves direction. Steve blushed and Nancy snapped him out of it.

“Steve! Eddie’s stretching out my Ralph Lauren polo!”

“I’m not stretching it, Wheeler! I’m showcasing my sweet tits.” Eddie jokingly rubbed over his chest and Robin leaned into him, smacking his shoulder, cracking up.

“Goddamnit can you two just fucking change back so we can play? If you change we can get ice cream after okay? Whatever the hell you want, just change and deal with this for another hour.” Steve barked. Eddie and Robin worked to stifle their giggles.

“Okay fine, Dad!” Robin laughed mockingly. And she hooked onto Eddie’s arm as they turned around and skipped like complete morons to go change.

“They win.” Nancy sighed. “Never bringing them here again.”

[sochilll]

October 23 - “I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”

Day 22 Day 24 All Days (Prompt list)

“Do you think they would notice if we left?” Jared whispered.

“Definitely not.” Evan shook his head.

The adults were reasonably drunk. This was their Halloween party. About a six sets of middle aged couples plus a few single people, their own parents included.

Jared wanted to go to the Halloween party Justin Novak was throwing. Evan wanted to stay home alone.

As it was, they weren’t invited to Justin’s party and Heidi had declared staying home alone to be too sad. So there they were, high school seniors stuck at a Halloween party thrown by and for people in their mid-forties.

Jared looked at Evan. “Stay here.”

“Where would I go?” Evan asked but Jared was already slipping through the room.

When he returned, he was holding two bottles. He stealthily passed one to Evan.

“Jared,” Evan sighed. “I’m not getting drunk at a party with my mom.”

“It’s a wine cooler.” Jared rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna get you drunk. It’ll just help us have a little fun.”

Evan still looked wary so Jared twisted the top off his own and took a drink. “Tastes like fruit punch.” He motioned for Evan to go.

Evan huffed but opened his own bottle and took a drink. Jared was right, mostly. It was sweet and fruity but there was still an alcoholic bite under it.

They ended up on the stairs of Jared’s mom’s friend’s house. The party raged on in the living room behind them, but it was slightly muffled on this side of the house.

“You’re drunk.” Jared grinned.

“I’m not!” Evan protested. He’d had two drinks and he was feeling a bit weird in the head. But he certainly wasn’t drunk. “I could walk in a straight line right now.”

“Okay. Do it.”

“I don’t want to.” Evan said.

Jared laughed. He was probably drunk too. His face was red and he couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

“This sucks.” Evan said, leaning back so the stairs dug into his back. “We should’ve just figured out where Justin’s party was.”

“You didn’t even want to go to that party.”

“Yeah well, if I’m gonna be stuck at a party I’d rather it be that one. At least I’d know the music there.”

Jared snorted. “Debatable.” He finished off his own second drink. “Well I’m having fun.”

“Yeah right.” Evan rolled his eyes. “We’re sitting on the stairs in a stranger’s house while our parents get drunk. How is this fun?”

Jared shrugged. “You’re so depressing. I’m having fun just hanging out.”

Evan looked at him. He didn’t seem to be joking. He looked surprisingly sincere. His hair was sort of messy from when they were sprawled on the couch. His cheeks were flushed from the drinks. And he had that goofy sort of grin that Evan liked so very much. Evan leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jared’s.

Jared leaned back and suddenly Evan felt very, very sober.

Oh god, why did he do that? Why the hell did he do that?

Jared was looking at him, his face unreadable. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”

Evan nodded rapidly. He felt nauseous. He needed to go home. “Yeah no obviously not. That wasn’t even-I wasn’t trying to-I didn’t mean to…”

Jared didn’t make fun of him. It would’ve been better if he did. If he’d grinned and teased Evan for having a crush on him. That would’ve been monumentally better than the way Jared was just staring at him.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Evan lurched to his feet. He didn’t come out until his mom came looking for him so they could leave.

Evan didn’t have a hangover the next morning, thank god. That would’ve been embarrassing. When he sat up and checked his phone he saw that it was a reasonable hour to wake up and that he had two missed calls from Jared. An hour apart.

He didn’t like that. Jared never called him. Jared calling him meant that something was wrong. But of course something was wrong because Evan had kissed Jared last night like a fucking idiot. The stupidest thing he could’ve possibly done. No amount of alcohol or Jared smiling or constant gay thoughts should’ve been enough to make Evan that stupid.

He jumped as his phone started vibrating again. No way was he answering that. Not happening. In fact, he was going to block Jared’s number and never speak to him again.

The ringing stopped. Evan was weaker than he expected. He picked up the phone and texted Jared.

Evan: What do you want?

Jared: why don’t you answer the phone and I’ll tell you?

Evan: No thank you.

Jared: dude come on

Evan locked his phone and put it under his pillow. This was not happening. He went downstairs to get breakfast. Breakfast was normal.

“Oh, didn’t think you’d be up before I left.” Heidi swept over and kissed his head. “Jared told me what happened last night.”

Evan whipped around, knocking the cereal box over. “What?”

“He told me you two snuck some drinks.” She said, digging through her purse. “He said you weren’t feeling well and that’s why you were in the bathroom.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Evan’s heart rate slowed. “Um… I’m sorry.”

Heidi looked up, smiling. “It’s alright. I was a teenager once, believe it or not. I get it.” She ruffled his hair. “I’m just glad you did it in a safe place with someone who was looking out for you.”

Evan flushed. Yeah, he was definitely moving countries today.

“Alright, I’m off.” She collected her keys and phone. “I’ll be home by six, okay? Have a good day.” She kissed his forehead and walked off.

Evan poured himself a slow bowl of cereal. He heard the front door open.

“Oh!” His mother’s voice echoed down the hall. “Hi sweetie.”

No.

“Yeah he’s here.”

No. No. No.

“He’s in the kitchen. Go on in.”

Evan abandoned his cereal and ran for the stairs. He didn’t make it. Jared was leaning against the banister, as if he knew Evan would run.

The door was closed. Heidi was gone. It was just Evan and Jared. Evan was debating which of them he should kill when Jared spoke.

“You were drunk.”

“No I wasn’t.”

“Evan. You were drunk.” Jared said again, like Evan wasn’t understanding.

Oh. Jared was giving him an out. An excuse.

“Okay.” Evan nodded slowly. “Yeah, I was drunk.”

“Right.” Jared looked at the floor. “So I didn’t want to be the guy that like… takes an advantage of a drunk person.”

Oh. Oooooooh. This wasn’t an excuse. It was an explanation. An explanation for Jared’s actions.

“I wasn’t that drunk.” Evan said because he wasn’t sure what Jared was admitting.

“Yeah well, I couldn’t tell how drunk you were. But I knew you were drunk. I mean drunk enough to… do that. So…” Jared shrugged. He still wouldn’t look at Evan.

“Yeah. I don’t know why I did that. I mean-I don’t… I wouldn’t have…” Every end to every sentence felt wrong. They sounded wrong. He wouldn’t have kissed Jared sober, but not because of Jared. Jared was the one good part, it was Evan’s brain that stopped him. But how was he supposed to explain that without further humiliating himself?

“I know.” Jared nodded. “That’s why I didn’t want to… reciprocate. Because I knew you’d regret it tomorrow. And I feel like we could bounce back from that if it stopped where it did.”

“I don’t regret it.” Evan blurted. Then he felt his face burn. He just couldn’t stand when Jared did that. Acted like he knew no one would be attracted to him despite the multiple people in the past who were.

Jared finally looked at him. He said nothing, just waited.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am extremely-like unbelievably embarrassed. And I do regret… how it happened. And the fact that I just-the way I did it. I regret pretty much everything about the way it happened but just-don’t think-I don’t want you to think I didn’t know what I was doing. It was…. The alcohol gave me the courage not the idea.”

Jared continued to stare. He continued to say nothing. Evan squirmed under his gaze. He had nothing left to say but by god he would start talking again if Jared didn’t.

Luckily, Jared did talk. “So if we were sober, and you were a fundamentally different person, you would’ve still done it?”

“Yes.” Evan said. He was starting to think it was stupid how they wouldn’t just say the word. Like they were ten years old. “If we were sober and I didn’t have to think everything I ever do to death before I can even try and do it, I would’ve kissed you.”

Jared nodded, like that settled the matter. Like things were cleared up now, even though Evan felt more confused than ever.

“Have you eaten yet?”

Evan thought back to his half poured bowl of cereal. “No.”

“Me neither. Let’s get breakfast.” Jared said, like they didn’t just have the conversation they just had.

“I… uh…”

“Get dressed.” Jared instructed. “I don’t have all day.”

“Yeah?” Evan asked, stepping past him on the stairs. “What else are you doing today?”

“Stuff. And things. And also activities.”

Evan snorted. “Sure.” He went to his room and changed quickly.

When he came back down, Jared was waiting by the door, keys in his hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere cheap.” Jared said, holding the door for him.

“Thank god.”

“Hey.”

Evan turned. Jared had followed him to the passenger side of the car. “Yes?”

Jared hesitated, confidence slipping off his face. “Um.”

Realization dawned on Evan, of what Jared was trying to do. “You can do it.” Evan assured him. “If you want.”

“I want.” Jared said, continuing to stand there. Then, all in one motion, he stepped forward, grabbed Evan’s shoulders, and kissed him. Evan barely had time to adjust before Jared was stepping back, clearing his throat, and walking back to the driver’s side.

Evan got in the car and it took him a few seconds to realize he was still smiling like an idiot.

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The Best Man

The ache in my chest as I watch him throw his head back laughing at whatever his new wife said, throttles even harder.

I don't know why he was insistent on me coming here, after all his wife hated me. Always with the side glances and the snotty remarks about how I work more than spend time with the kids.

Well not everyone has all day to be at home.

Me and Matthew were together for 9 years, married for 2 before we decided that it's all gone to shit. Our sex life was pretty inconsistent, i mean rarely. 

What was the point though to come home after 18-hour shifts at the hospital to get all sexed up for five frigging minutes.

It doesnt' hurt hes moved on, i was the one that wanted the divorce. It's not because hes happy because he deserves the world and more. 

It's because after all these years I'm still alone.

I have a great job that I love and pays well so no matter what the kids want it's there. I'm just so lonely. 

As of right now, I'm the lonely ex wife sitting by herself drinking at six in the evening with a face of a smacked ass.

"Rach"" Matthews best man, Danny shouts out wya too enthysiatically. I roll my eyes at his loudness and take another swig.

"How you been Dan?" I ask, looking down. He slides in the chair beside me, waving over the bartender for his fruity drink. He insists he just likes the flavour.

"I'm doing well sweetheart, how are you?" he says wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Me and Danny have always got on, mostly to play pranks back on Matthew back in uni or pull him into whatever form of mischief we wanted that day. 

"I swear to god if someone asks me how im doing once more." I grin back, hearing the question with pity in their eyes as they ask it, igniting a fire in my chest.

Rolling his eyes, he orders himself a bourbon, I lean forward taking out £200 "make it a bottle sweetheart."

"So what are they like?" you ask looking over to where the new in laws are surrounding smothering Matthew.

"They are pretty nice, the kids adore them." I nod feeling a tinge of doubt. One of my biggest fears is the kids preferring the new wife and family over me.

"Shake it off sweetheart, no one could replace you." He assures already understanding the sudden tension.

A give him a nod of thanks as a short silence passes by, the bartender placing the bottle between us with a glass, i watch as he fills up mine but leav2 es a shot in his own. 

"I'm sorry about Sophie, it must be hard for you being here." I say sympatethically. 

A loud laugh bubbles out of his mouth, "Ah don't worry about it, I'm over it."

You give him a grin to not continue dragging out the crappy tension. 

His ex fiancee Sophie left him at the altar after being together for four years, just walked away no note, text, nothing. 

We ended up chatting for a few minutes laughing over the silly stuff we all did in college.

Until a dark figure comes up behind me, allowing the tension to travel through my body.

"Susan." I say turning round to see my ex-mother in law staring down at me. 

She's hated me since forever, since my early college days she was nice but only I could see through the facade. Once I did med school and was never around. she started setting Matthew up on dates which caused a huge amount of friction between all 3 of us.

"Drinking your weight?" she says cheerfully. 

"Nope yours." I wink gulping down the contents, Danny filling up my glass as soon as it's finished. Hes always enjoyed watching us two go at each other. 

"So you ended up using your plus one for this crap? she says shoving her nose down at him.

I grit my teeth, clutching my glass harder "He's the best man."

Before i could even finish she cut me off "Real classy sleeping with the best man, your exes' best friend?" The words being spit out like venom.

I stood up making sure to look into her eyes "Who I fuck sweetheart has absolutely nothing to do with you." I spit back making sure to add just as much venom as she did.

I chug the next shot, dragging Danny off his stool, surprising him and dragging him down the corridor.

After a minute of wandering around, I stopped moving to drag my hands through my hair.

"So, you want to fuck me?" Danny says and I can hear the grin in his voice without having to turn around.

"Don't please." I say, "God she infuriates me for no fucking reason shes just out to get me." I rage dragging my hands across my face. 

He comes up in front of me to wrap his arms around my waist. I relax immediately to wrap my arms around his neck and stuff my face into his neck.

God, he smells good. 

After a few moments of deep breaths of his scent, I manage to calm down. "I'm sorry about that I shouldn't of said that about you." He chuckles against my hair. His chest vibrating.

He shook his head, "Don't apologise, I'm not angry about it at all." 

"You're not?" I look up arms still wrapped round each other eyes locking in place.

"Quite the opposite sweetheart."

It takes me a minute to realise what hes implying when I feel his length against my leg, I look at his eyes and notice they're on my lips.

"Danny we shouldn't, what if Matthew finds out." I say taking a step back.

"Do you still love him?" He crosses his arms over his chest. 

"Of course not, I just don't want to destroy your friendship with him over me."

"He doesnt fucking own you sweetheart." He says taking a step forward. "I want you, I have always wanted you, he ruined his chance multple times, now it's my turn."

"Oh yeah you want to own what?" I say stepping forward. The lust in his eyes matching my growing one." 

He takes me back in his arms "I want to own those lips, this ass." He says gripping it tightly, only warming my body more and making me wet.

"What are you waiting for?" He brings his lips over mine, brushing them softly. I wet my lips attracting his attention.

No hesitation. His lips lunge for mine, my entire body melting into his buttery lips, the muscles under his suit being gripped by my hands, not being able to get enough. He tastes of the whiskey and the tiramisu cake.

It feels like being with him, everything else disappears.

He opens his eyes as he pulls away, the forest green prompting me to dive into the deep end. Enticing me to kiss him harder with a new neediness. He picks me up with his hands resting under my ass. 

Groaning as I grind my crotch into his. 

The sparks ignite, as I fumble my hands to start removing his buttons to get his suit off. 

The speed in my fingers not doing it as quickly as I wish.

Buring his face into my neck "Need you so bad baby." I whine in his lips, he pushes me against the wall, pulling my dress up and taking my lace panties down. 

His fingers explore my thighs, grazing against my clit. I buck up my hips and shiver.

Every single whimper leaving my mouth goes straight to his cock. I pull my hands down and lower his pants and boxers, his cock pointing straight up and proud. 

I grip it in my hands, and he lets out a moan. 

Music to my fucking ears.

My pussy clenches around nothing at the sight, his moans only making me wetter.

I whimper and he loses his mind, he looks into my eyes and I give him a nod. 

He sinks his length into me, making us both gasp at the intrusion.

My pussy clenching and holding onto him for dear life.

"Fuck sweetheart, you feel so fucking good." He groans out. My nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks in and out, there's no rush just passion and it hits so deep exactly where I want him. 

"Oh Danny." I moan out "Feel so good baby, like your cock was made for me." 

He shudders at my words, groaning sexily in my ear. "You're taking my cock so well baby. So. Fucking. Well."

I moan out as I feel that fire igniting, and he picks up his speed. earning a series of screams coming out.

"Fuckkkkkk." I moan.

My name coming out of his mouth like a prayer, the desperation in his voice makes it clear he feels close too.

"Danny please I want to feel you cum baby." I mewl biting and licking his ear as a weak groan comes out, a bead of sweat dripping down his cheek and i slide my tongue over it. 

He starts fucking me harder, my back arching as his balls smack against my ass. 

Pounding into me like his lifeline depends on it.

"Cum for me baby, make a mess of my cock." The command goes straight to my pussy, clenching at his words. My senses all ignite at once, stars aligining behind my eyes as I explode over his cock. The action makes it hard for him to hold back and with a wet kiss to my mouth. his seed shoots up into me, a loud groan leaving his delicious mouth. 

We still pant onto eachother, our bodies connected and each of us relishing in the pleasure of our orgasms.

The thought of the exes or the fact we just fucked in a corridor less than a minute from the wedding party is put on the back burner.

A/N Also, when men make noises during sex, its hot as fuckkkk.