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[juniperhillpatient]

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[gurugirl]

priestrry's coming this week??? i just saw the schedule and you have it listed! EEELKjdka;dka;jkfdj;akldj;aflkdj;k

i'm so excited! what day do you think? can you give us a hint of what's to come? i'm so fucking excited! forgive me father is my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

😂 yes it is, babe! I'm so glad you're excited!

I'll post the check-in tomorrow because I'm pretty much done with it. I just need to re read. I'll give you a tiny teaser below... 👀

*NOT PROOFREAD*

teaser for tomorrow's update for Forgive Me, Father

“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.

She nodded silently and looked downward again.

Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.

She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.

“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls, “take them.”

Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bed forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.

The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.

Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”

She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty sight. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really.

“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.

She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.

Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”

Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.

[loverontheleft]

Tease (Revised)

Revised 03/2023

Original anonymous request: heyyy i don’t know if you do specific eras but could you do vices!b smut where he has like the dirtiest most sinful mouth ever; like so dirty that the reader comes because of it one day and he decides to use it to his advantage in… certain… places… and it ends with him “apologizing” and then making it up to her in the bedroom

Brendon x Reader; 12k words (7k more than the original 😂)

Warnings: filthy language, degrading praise (good/best/etc slut), and some public sex. 

-||-

You’re curled up together on the couch in your usual loungewear; that is, Brendon’s in sweatpants and nothing else, and you’re in underwear and one of his shirts. He likes to joke that between the two of you, you usually wear one complete outfit. 

At this moment, he’s scrolling through Netflix, but you’ve both shot down every option. You yawn and stretch a little and, as your back arches, you press against him. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t intentional; you’ve been craving his hands, his mouth, his body.

One of his hands instinctively curves over your hip and pulls you back against him, while the other strokes idly over your chest with lazy fingers teasing and gently rolling your nipples through the shirt. 

You love when he holds you like this, pulls you close, like he can’t get enough of you. He’s got his hands all over you, his hips pressing forward slightly so you can feel how hard you make him, mouth on your neck as he whispers how badly he wants to touch you and make you feel good. How good he feels when he sees you completely undone for him, quivering and wholly satisfied, and he knows he’s taken care of you, his ‘best, favorite, and only girl.’ 

You rock back, seeking more pressure. “More, B,” you whimper finally, and he groans happily while he rubs against you. His hands are still wandering, but with purpose now, and you can feel just how hard he really is. You realize he didn’t have any intention of finding something to watch either. 

“Shit, Brendon,” you murmur, working your hips back for a moment before just deciding to turn over and face him. You can’t help it; you cling to him, face buried in his neck, and start pressing yourself along his length, getting lost in the feeling. “You feel good.”

He props himself up on one arm and nibbles a light path along the shell of your ear. “I should be saying that to you, sweet baby, the way you’re rubbing your pussy all over me. Fucking love my sweet girl and how she grinds on my dick, silently begging to get fucked, showing me how badly she needs me, how wet she is for me,” he whispers, nuzzling your neck before inhaling. “Mmmm, you smell good too.”

You grin, hitching a leg over his hip and pushing forward for more. “Thanks, B. I showered this morning.” 

He rolls his eyes and pokes you gently in the side. “Yes, I know, love. I was there, remember?” 

You sigh happily at the memory of his hard, silicone-lubed cock filling you over and over again as he pressed you into the shower wall with your hands pinned over your head; he grabs at your ass now and pulls you into him, taking over the lazy thrusting you’ve started and giving it a sense of urgency. He knows just how to hold you and just how to angle his hips to ensure that he presses the head of his cock right against your clit before grinding his entire length into you with firm, purposeful strokes; you whisper how much you love it, and he shifts you underneath him and spreads your legs wider. 

You’re sure you’re wet enough that you’ve soaked through your underwear and onto his sweatpants, and as much as you love the tease of your fiancé’s thick cock pressing into you through two layers of fabric, you guide his hand down. You need more from him, and he happily takes the hint. 

“Fuck,” Brendon groans, sliding your underwear to one side and trailing his fingers through slick heat. “Babygirl, you’re so damn wet. You’d think I’d be used to that by now, but goddamn, if it isn’t the hottest thing. Always so fucking sexy. Can I have you, sweet girl?” 

When you nod eagerly, he kisses you deeply, murmuring against your mouth, “Kitten, I’m gonna make it so good for you.”

You shiver in pleasure at the terms of endearment; ‘Babygirl’ is one that he knows makes you squirm out of your panties if you’re even wearing them, and he only calls you ‘Kitten’ when he plans to absolutely ravish you. The combination now is sending your mind to new levels of arousal. He’s always the best you've ever had, always mind-blowingly good, but something about him using both just takes it up another level. 

You just know you’re going to thrash and squeal as you come hard on his cock or his fingers or his face. You particularly love coming on his face; you love feeling his eager tongue collect everything he’s coaxed from you, thumbs keeping you spread so he can really taste you as you rock your wet pussy over his face. 

Now, Brendon’s fingers slide over you again, teasing and stroking while his lips move down your neck. You desperately want his fingers to go deeper. When you squirm down into his hand, he grins at you.

“Naughty Kitten, trying to get my fingers in her wet cunt.” You both feel the surge of arousal against his fingers, and he groans. “Fucking love how you respond to my mouth, sweet girl.”

“Technically,” you manage, still rolling your hips, “I was responding to your words.” 

“Ah, yes,” Brendon concedes. “But if I were to slide down this couch...” he pauses to work his way down so his head is resting between your hips. “Get you out of these wet panties, and eat this gorgeous pussy, then you’d be reacting to my mouth.” He’s worked your underwear down your legs as he’s been talking and, once he concludes his thought, he buries his face in between your thighs. 

“Fuck!” You grab at his hair and grind back against his tongue eagerly. “Shit, that’s so good; fuck, Brendon—don’t stop, don’t stop!” Your thighs clench around his head, and you’re breathing hard; you can feel your orgasm building. 

Brendon groans happily before his tongue flicks at your clit, but then he’s pulling back, pulling away. He kneels between your legs, breathing hard and staring down at you longingly. “Fucking love your pussy. Love you, babygirl. Love getting you riding my tongue; the way you grab my hair and fuck my mouth by grinding all over me, letting me taste all of you as you come on my face. Do it, Kitten. Do it for me; give me all this sweetness. Let me get my mouth back on your perfect cunt, then you can rub your pussy against my tongue while I finger you. Fuck, want you to soak my face; come hard, sweet girl.” 

You whimper at his words, and you know he doesn’t want you to come until he’s licking your clit again, tasting you. You can’t help it though; his words are almost as good as his tongue. Your back arches, and you can feel your orgasm rip through you. There’s a ringing in your ears, but you can still hear him swear with happy disbelief at how hard you’ve just come, and without him even touching you. 

You’re shaking now, and you can feel the slickness all over your thighs and the couch under you. He’s watching you in awe, thumbs pressing into your hips, and you make a small sound of pleasure that makes his cock twitch.

Transfixed, Brendon dips two fingers between your thighs and lifts them to his mouth, licking slowly. He groans, and you whine, wriggling in place as he sucks them clean. Unable to resist, he presses his tongue to your clit, and you sigh happily when you feel him. 

“Fuck, Kitten…” he murmurs with a slick, shining mouth when he finally pulls back, gazing up at you through dreamy, heavy eyes. “All this, just from my words?” You’re breathing hard and nodding, and Brendon takes a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “Goddamn, that’s so hot. You’re so hot. So fucking sexy. That’s—fuck, incredible.” 

“You make me wild,” you offer weakly, laughing a little at how much of an understatement that is. 

He’s still staring at you, licking his fingers contentedly. “Kitten, we’ve been together so long. How have I never known that I can make you do…this?” 

You shrug as best you can from your prone position. “Not sure. I’ve definitely come from you talking before though. Maybe this is the first time it’s happened where you haven’t been actively touching me too? You know I love the dirty talk. I’ve always said that.” You blush a little, and Brendon grins, acknowledging this. 

 Gently, his hands spread your legs again, and you eagerly guide his head back where you need him. “So fucking hot, seeing you come like that,” he murmurs against your inner thigh. “Fucking love it; love that I can get you off just by telling you what I want to do with you. Wanna make you come again. Love you so much. Yeah, Kitten, get me right where you want me; grind your wet pussy down on my tongue and ride it, baby. Give me everything you’ve got; you know I want to eat you out ‘til you can’t come anymore. God, you sound so pretty, getting off on my tongue. You’re such a good girl for me; my best girl is going to come on my face, isn’t she?”

You’re making soft, desperate sounds as you thread your fingers through his hair. You’re close again, just from hearing him talk like this. He loves when you pull his hair while you rub your clit on his tongue, and he’s happy to assist now by creating a tiny rolling sensation and pressing two fingers to your entrance. 

His tongue disappears after a moment though, and you gasp at the loss while his fingers press a little harder. “Wish I could fill you with my cock and lick your clit at the same time, baby. Know you’d come so hard; know you’d soak on my face and my cock. Fuck, I’d love that. Get my girl’s slick sweetness all over me, everywhere. Let me drown in your cunt. Can you imagine? I’d come on the spot, feeling you on my face and cock at the same time. You’d lose your mind with my cock filling you up while my tongue works your clit in soft circles. You’d love that too and come so hard for me, wouldn’t you?” 

All you can do is whimper your agreement; he sucks gently at your clit now, relishing your reaction and gazing up at you adoringly. “The only scenario I can think of that allows you to get fucked and licked at the same time,” Brendon murmurs thoughtfully, “is a threesome, but that’s not happening. And besides, there’s the logistical issues. Who would get the privilege of suckling my baby’s perfect clit? Who’d get the absolute bliss that comes from feeling your sweet cunt take every inch of their hard cock? Doesn’t actually matter though; I don't share my good girl, my pretty Kitten now, and I’m certainly not going to start after we’re married.” 

You know they were rhetorical questions, but you answer anyway. “Only you get me. I only ever want you, Bren.” You’re wiggling your hips and searching for his tongue or fingers. “Give it to me. Need your mouth. Need your cock. Give me something; make me come for you again.” 

“God, you know I want to. You know nothing makes me happier than feeling your pussy tense against my mouth or around my cock before I get your sweetness all over me. Shit, I wanna make you come again. Can you come for me one more time, babygirl?”

“I can,” you tell him desperately. “Just need —fuck—you to lick my clit and give me two fingers. I’ll imagine it’s your thick cock filling me up, fucking me hard. Pull my hair a little, call me your slut for wanting your cock so desperately, then call me your best girl when I come from your touch, your fingers. Or just fuck me; B, you can fuck me any way you want, and I’ll come on your cock.”

“You know I want to,” Brendon repeats, caressing your face, though he looks like he’s just realized something, and he’s disappointed by it. “But if I fuck you the way I want to fuck you, we’ll be late.”

You blink, processing this. 

“Dinner, Kitten. With your parents? We probably need to go get ready. We definitely need another shower; we both smell like sex. You’ve got sex hair, my love; the result of writhing around on our couch humping my face, and, therefore, my face is absolutely covered in you. I love it, but your parents might not.” 

“Fuck.” 

“No, babygirl, fucking is exactly what we can’t do,” Brendon says playfully, pushing himself upright and off of the couch. Once he’s standing, he adjusts his cock, so the waistband of his sweatpants presses the head to his stomach. 

You have a sudden urge to lick the shining beads of precum at the tip; you shift onto your knees on the couch, tugging him forward and wrapping your mouth around the exposed head of his cock. He groans, hands immediately going to your hair to guide your mouth even lower while you shove his pants down. He swears under his breath, thrusting into your mouth, and you’re pretty sure he’s going to give up on the idea of showering. 

You suck eagerly, head bobbing and tongue stroking his length. You increase the tension around his cock; you’re sucking so hard that you’re hollowing out your cheeks, and he’s breathing slowly, trying to keep in control. 

“Fuck, Kitten; you’re gonna suck me dry,” Brendon manages with a short laugh, grunting when you swallow him fully and cup his balls in one hand; you’re rolling and squeezing lightly the way he loves. 

“Shit, that’s good. Suck my cock like a good girl, suck it like my favorite slut who’s wild for my cock, honey; you’ve got the best fucking mouth. Such a good girl, such a slutty girl, you’re my best girl. Best girl,” he pants, rocking his hips a little. “Taking all of my cock like this in your mouth. You deserve to come so hard, Kitten. But—shit—we just don’t have the time.” You can hear the regret in his voice, and you sit back, wiping at your mouth. 

“Hell, just keep talking while I blow you then. You know I can come from your dirty talk now, and I’m always at least halfway to coming when I’ve got your cock in my mouth.” You’re a little desperate, dropping your mouth back down the length of his cock and grinning to yourself when he groans your name. 

Instead of succumbing to your methods though, he tugs his sweatpants up, effectively lifting your mouth off of him, and scoops you into his arms. “Kitten, we’ve really gotta go upstairs and get ready.”

You cling to him as he heads for the stairs. As he walks, you press gentle kisses down his neck and keep trying to grind against his cock. “Fuck me,” you beg, and he laughs softly. 

“Kitten, I said no.” He nips at your shoulder delicately, and you whine, scratching at his back. You normally love when he’s bossy, love when he’s dominant and in control, but that’s when it’s in the form of him tying you down to your bed, or spanking you, or holding your head while you suck his cock so he can fuck your mouth. Now, you’re just frustrated. 

“Please, B?” 

When he hesitates, you know you’re wearing him down. You caress his back, pressing more soft, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. He groans, and you can feel his cock throb. You tug at his hair, and he stops walking upstairs; you assume it’s to compose himself. 

Instead, he presses you against the wall of the stairwell and kisses you roughly. You moan into his mouth and buck against his cock. “Fucking love you. We can make out in the shower,” Brendon concedes, giving you a small grin. “My naughty baby, begging.” 

“I’ll take what I can get,” you tell him happily, tangling your hands in his hair and kissing him hard. “I’d prefer to get your cock, or your tongue, or your fingers, but if all you’ll give me is a hot and steamy make out session in the shower, I’ll take it.”

 -||-

“God, you look so damn good soaking wet,” Brendon murmurs, leaning back against the shower wall and stroking a conditioner-covered hand over his cock. “Wish I could take the time now to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

“Oh, is that the excuse you’re using?” You raise an eyebrow as you rinse the shampoo from your hair.  “That we’re not fucking right now because it’d be rushed, and I deserve better than that?” 

Brendon laughs, stepping under the water with you and kissing you sweetly. “Yes, Kitten. That’s the ‘excuse’ I’m going with. Trust me, I do plan to fuck you once we’re home and have nothing but time.”

You huff, nibbling at his lower lip. “Maybe I don’t wanna get fucked when we get home.” You’re obviously kidding, or at least you think you’re being obvious. Instead, Brendon takes a step back. 

“Oh, okay. Got it. No fucking.” He slides the glass door of the shower back, stepping out and reaching for a towel. He wraps the towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom with his hands raised in surrender and an amused smile. 

“Wait, don’t go! I was teasing! Bren—come back! We barely made out!” You call after him desperately. “Bren?! I’m owed more kisses!” 

There’s been no resolution to your banter, but that smile of his tells you that he knows the truth; he knows how badly you want him. If that’s the case, you’re afraid his teasing as retaliation will only get worse. “Shower, Kitten,” he calls back, laughing. “I’ve got to get dressed.” 

-||-

You’re sitting in front of your vanity, carefully lining your lips when Brendon comes into the room in very tight pants and an unbuttoned shirt. He’s got a tie in one hand and a pair of suspenders in the other, and he leans against the wall, watching you in your mirror. “Here’s my dilemma, Kitten. This dinner is definitely jacket and tie level, but I really want to do suspenders and a bow tie, which are more casual. Can I get away with it?”

You pause, looking at him in the mirror, and you have to catch your breath. “Uh. I don’t know. You booked the reservation. I don’t…I don’t know. Wait—what was the question?” 

You can’t focus when he’s half-undressed like this. With his still-damp hair, flushed skin, and undone shirt, he looks like he does after a show, and you’ve always found him particularly irresistible then. He must know this; you were with him for his entire tour that ended just two weeks ago—most nights, you couldn’t even make it to the bus or hotel room. 

Instead, you would drag him into his dressing room, bend over the vanity, and lift your skirt or shove your leggings down. The last month of the tour, you didn’t even bother with underwear. 

Brendon would drop to his knees behind you and eat you out eagerly, noisily, messily, groaning into you that you’d better be watching yourself in the mirror to ‘see how good you look with a tongue and two fingers deep in your cunt.’ Between his talented tongue, two fingers flexing and curling in you, and his other hand gripping your ass or occasionally giving you a hard spank while he ate you out, you always came fast, hard, and hot all over his face and fingers. 

He’d insist on making you come at least twice before he stood back up and fucked you with your hands braced against the mirror; it was rough and urgent, and you were both incredibly loud. You couldn’t make any sound on the bus, and there weren’t nearly enough hotel nights, so you both took full advantage of each private dressing room. The rooms weren’t completely soundproofed, but they did have locking doors, which was a step up from bus bunks. 

You shiver at the memory of Brendon’s hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair as he thrust into you at a frantic pace; the memory of his groans as they echoed down the hall, that he was going to come once you came all over his cock, going to fill his best girl up with his cum, going to give it all to her, going to come in her wet cunt and fuck her through it all. 

Or, sometimes, he’d let you shove him down onto the couch and ride him fast and hard, both of you scratching and clawing at each other desperately until you fell apart for him. As much as you loved seeing yourself get eaten out, you also loved the look on his face when you rode him. 

He’s never liked to make you do any work; however, you know that sometimes after a show, he’s tired and just needs his girl on his cock, bouncing and riding and rocking, driving him wild. You’d get him close before getting on your knees in front of him and lifting, pressing your breasts together so he could jack off and come all over them. You’d more than happily swallow for him, but he loved the visual of his cum dripping into your cleavage. You loved it too. 

You consider going over to him now, shoving his shirt all the way off, tugging his pants down, and making him fuck you against the wall. The only reason you don’t is because you’re pretty sure he knows this is exactly what you’re thinking, and he’ll find a way to resist and tease you more. Instead, you give him your most wide-eyed, sad stare. “Why are you punishing me?” 

“Oh Kitten, this isn’t a punishment.” He stands behind you now, warm hands rubbing your shoulders and thumbs pressing carefully into your neck the way you love. 

“Isn’t it, though? You’re teasing me, still calling me Kitten, even now that you know I could come from the shit you’re saying. And I definitely could, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying as actually getting you.”

Instead of responding, Brendon looks thoughtful. “Speaking of me: back to my dress code question. Personally, I want to go with suspenders because it’ll give you something to hold onto when I’m kneeling between your legs, licking your clit.” 

You flush, lip pencil trembling a little. 

“But,” he continues, “if I go with the jacket and tie, I’ll be able to bind your wrists behind your back when you’re blowing me in the back of the car later. Know how much you love that. I love it too, how you show off for me, taking all of me in your mouth, no hands. My dirty Kitten is a bit of a performer too, isn’t she? She loves hearing me praise her when she sucks my cock.” He looks back at you, an eyebrow raised. “So, what do you think?” 

You can’t speak, lips parted slightly, and he nods. “No, you’re absolutely right. It actually doesn’t matter what I wear, because you don’t want to get fucked. So, I might as well do what I like. Why not both? I’ll wear the suspenders under my jacket with the tie. Such a good point, my love.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and walks into the closet to retrieve a jacket; you gasp for air, realizing you’ve forgotten to breathe. “Fuck,” you whisper, staring at yourself in the mirror. “Fuck.” With shaking hands, you go to finish your makeup before he can distract you again. He’s never teased you like this before, but now you both know you can only take so much of his dirty talk before you come. You’re a little afraid of how far he’s going to take this. 

Brendon comes back out, and you glance up. He’s holding two black dresses. “I think you should wear one of these. This one,” he indicates the dress on the left, “is short enough that I could finger you in the car on the way there. But this one,” he shakes the dress on the right, “is a wrap dress, which means if we needed to pull over for a quickie, it’d be easy to get off—just like you, m’dear.” He grins a little at the double entendre, and you groan. “Oh, but we won’t need to, that’s right. Sorry Kitten, I’m used to planning our wardrobe around our mutually high sex drives. Guess it doesn’t matter tonight though.” He hangs up the wrap dress on the door along with his jacket and winks at you. 

He then bounds over to the bed, laying across it on his stomach, watching you. “Damn baby, you’re so fucking pretty. I love watching you get ready. It’s so satisfying, knowing I’m going to be the one to mess up that lipstick when you get down on your knees for me and I fuck your mouth. You suck my dick so good; there won’t be a bit of that color left on your pretty lips. It’ll all be smeared along my cock. You want it, Kitten? Want me to slide this thick cock over your tongue, thrusting slowly until I come in your mouth? You want to swallow for me, baby? Or maybe I’ll just come on your tongue. You want to watch me stroke my cock until I come on your tongue? You can let it drip onto your chin and down to your perfect tits. God, I fucking need to get my cock in you. You doing your makeup is the adult version of building a Jenga tower; both of us know I’m going to knock it down. Fuck, I love wrecking you.” 

His tone is neutral, level, and there’s not a hint of desire in him—except for his eyes. His eyes are dark and burning, and you shiver a little when they meet yours.

“Brendon Urie, you are being a tease on purpose,” you hiss, trying to steady your breathing so you can apply mascara.

He ignores your comment and focuses on the wand in your hand. “Jesus, and don’t even get me started on the rest of your makeup. ‘Better than Sex,’ my ass. TooFaced has never seen us in action. You look so good when we go out, but after I get you home and in bed, everything about your face would tell people how good I fucked you. Mascara smudged, lipstick worn away, foundation missing from all the marks on your jawline that remind others you’re mine. TooFaced would need to rebrand after seeing you when we’re done. Don’t get me wrong, you still look fucking sexy as hell, but it’s definitely not because of your mascara.”

You squirm a little in your chair, feeling how wet you are, and whimper a little. “Brendon, please,” you whisper, and he grins.

“You’re begging already? I haven’t even touched you, babygirl.” You glare at him, and he keeps grinning. “Ready to go?” You rise from your seat at the vanity and drop your robe. You can tease too, you reason in your head. You’re sure he can see the shining on your inner thighs and how hard your nipples are. You’re right. With a determined look in his eyes, he gets off the bed and crosses to you. 

With one hand tangled in your hair and the other between your thighs, he backs you up against the wall, pressing hot kisses down your neck. “Fuck, Kitten. You are so ready for me,” he murmurs as his fingers curl and press right where you want him. “You want my cock, pretty girl? Love you on my cock; love sucking and licking and pinching your nipples while you fuck yourself onto my cock. Tell me you want it; you know I love to hear you.” His fingers spread a bit, and you gasp how much you want it, how much you hope he’s getting you ready to take all of him. 

His fingers curl again before slipping from you; it doesn’t last long enough to push you over the edge, and you gasp and clutch at him, trying to find any words while you lift a leg up over his hip. Instead, he presses a hand lightly to your hip, keeping you in place. 

“I know you want to get fucked right now. You want me to shove my pants down, lift you up, and bounce you on my cock til you come. You’re so goddamn sexy; I love you so much. You want to be on this thick cock, sweet girl? Fuck, I’d take you against this wall, let you bite and scratch at me while I work my cock deeper and deeper into your cunt until neither of us can take it and you come all over me while I come in you. You want that? You want to get filled with my cum, Kitten? Love that little whimper you make when you feel my cum deep in you. Love watching it drip down your thighs after I’ve come in you, given you everything. So dirty, but I fucking love seeing you covered in my cum. Love coming all over you, but love coming in you most.”

You buck against him, begging, and he kisses you hard, murmuring against your mouth how needy you are. You nod, and he groans a little, stroking your cheek. “Maybe my needy Kitten wants me to turn her around, press her into this wall or drag her to bed and get her on her hands and knees. Damn, babygirl,” Brendon moans, burying his face in your neck, “if you were on your hands and knees right now, you know I’d fuck you from behind, one hand pulling your hair and the other rubbing your clit. Whisper in your ear how slutty you’re being. You love when I call you a slut while you’re on your hands and knees for me, when all you can feel is my thick cock pounding into your slutty cunt before I come in you, don’t you?” You both groan and you nod as best you can. 

Brendon tugs at your hair lightly, continuing. “Yeah, I know you love when I call you my perfect slut while you take my cock from behind. Be my best slut and beg me for every inch of this big, thick cock.” 

Brendon’s always so indulgent of you, and you love him for it. He was admittedly amused the first time you said you wanted to hear him call himself ‘big.’ He conceded ‘thick’ with a small groan as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked eagerly, but he told you that he just couldn’t see ‘big.’ 

However, when you told him it was all a matter of perspective and made him compare the length of two fingers to his cock, he understood your point. You know he’ll never believe it himself, but he knows why you think it, and he loves your reaction, so he says it when he wants you particularly hot for him. 

Now, hearing it, you whine desperately like he wants, wishing his fingers were still teasing your clit or curling inside you. You’re so fucking close. 

He spins you around and you eagerly press yourself against the wall, dipping your back and lifting your hips so he can fill you easily. His hand in your hair guides your head back gently, and you know he wants you to say it.  

“Give me that big, thick cock, Bren; fuck me, please fuck your slut, I’m your slut,” you plead, and you hear the rasp of his zipper coming down. That sound alone has you on the edge of coming. Your breath catches in your throat, but instead of thrusting into you, he starts rubbing the hard length of his cock against the curve of your ass. With your head tilted back like this, he can whisper right in your ear. 

“You are my slut, and I know you’d take it so good, Kitten; you know this big cock is all for you and you know I want to give it to you.” He tugs lightly at your hair, just enough to make your stomach clench. “Want to feel your hot cunt squeeze my cock, get you to come all over me before you get down on your knees and suck my cock. You’ll swallow for me when you make me come, won’t you, babygirl? Know you love tasting us together.”

“Please,” you whimper, biting at your arm to try to temper your lust. You can feel your arousal all over your thighs, and you know you’re dangerously close to coming. If the words ‘big’ or ‘thick’ leave his mouth or he pulls your hair one more time, then you know you’re going to come. You won’t be able to stop yourself. 

“Fuck, Kitten. You know I love when you’re this wet for me, this ready for my cock.” His fingers trace along your inner thighs and you whimper; it’s enough, and you writhe in his grasp, breathing hard, back arching, hips bucking, and body trembling as wet heat rolls down your thighs and over his fingers. Brendon turns you around once more and presses your back against the wall; you know from the look on his face that he knows he’s just made you come again, and all he wants is to drop to his knees and bury his face in your pussy. 

Instead, he rests his forehead against yours and takes a shaky breath. The desire is positively rolling off of him. His next words are calculatedly casual; you appreciate knowing he’s struggling with this tease too. “But that’s not what I meant by ‘ready to go,’ unfortunately.” Stretching a bit toward the top of his dresser, he plucks a tissue from the box and wipes lazily between your legs. “What I meant was we need to get you dressed, so you’re ready to go to dinner.”

Your eyes narrow and he chuckles as you stomp over to your dresser and throw on a bra and underwear. You’re fastening your bra when you hear his zipper slide back up into place, and you whine, slumping over on the bed to shove your feet into the shoes he’s set out for you. 

“Come here, my love; don’t pout. You must know that I have plans for you later.” His voice is soothing, and you allow him to coax you over to him once you’ve got your heels on. You slip your arms into the dress he’s holding, and he wraps it, dropping to his knees and tying it as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, lips parting and tongue teasing as his mouth moves upwards. 

You moan a little, and Brendon smiles up at you. “You like this, babygirl? Me down on my knees for you?” You nod weakly, and he kisses your thigh again, suckling gently and leaving a faint mark. “I do too. Can still taste your sweetness all over your thighs. So worked up for me, fuck. Got me so worked up too. You going to let me take you to our bed later, pretty girl? Show you just how much I love eating your sweet pussy? You know I love tasting you before I fuck you.”

You don’t need to answer; he knows. You nod anyway. 

“Love that,” he murmurs, standing back up and caressing your face tenderly. “You’re always my best girl. My favorite girl. You’re my only girl,” he says with a small smile, “but still my best, favorite girl. So good for me, so good to me; you’re my sweet baby, my babygirl.” He’s giving you the softest, most reverent look as he murmurs, “my forever love, my precious Kitten, and my future wife.” 

You feel your knees give out and as you crumble, both of his hands grab your hips, supporting you while your hands clutch at his shoulders. 

“No, sweet baby; you can’t be hitting the floor for me just yet.” Brendon’s fingers flex possessively, and you can see the hunger in his eyes. “We have to have a nice dinner with your parents. Then we can play as much as you want.”

You whimper internally, not sure that you’ll make it through dinner at this rate, and you dig your fingers into his shoulders. Still, you have to try. 

“Take me to dinner, Brendon.” You steady yourself and he pulls you flush against him, lips just barely brushing over yours. You lean in, desperate for him, and he leans back, just barely evading you with a smile. “Tease,” you murmur.

“You love it,” he retorts with a smug grin before leading you out of the house. 

-||-

“Brendon,” you laugh, putting a hand over your mouth. “Why on earth did you get a limo?” 

He shrugs as you both slide into the back of the waiting car. “I sent one to the airport for your parents; figured my sweetest, best girl deserved one too.” He holds out an arm to you, and you snuggle into his side, mumbling about the unnecessary expense.

He kisses your temple lightly. “You were an absolute angel and came with me for the entirety of my tour because I needed you. It was a successful tour because I had you with me. This is a very nice dinner to celebrate the end of said tour with you—my beautiful fiancée—and my future in-laws. Why shouldn’t I spend the money?” He raises an eyebrow as if he’s expecting an answer, and you shrug helplessly. 

“I guess I just don’t want you to think I expect this sort of thing. I love you. Not the fancy shit.”

“And I love you,” Brendon replies, caressing your cheek and brushing his lips over yours. “And you were more than a good sport about essentially living on an overcrowded tour bus for many months, so let me spoil you a little with some ‘fancy shit.’ Besides,” and his voice drops, “it would be dangerous to fuck you or let you ride my cock in the back of a regular car.” 

“Don’t start teasing me again,” you whimper, twisting in your seat to cling to him with both arms. “I cannot take it.”

 He laughs, scooping you up so you’re sitting in his lap and facing him as he presses the button to raise the partition. “I’m not teasing you, love. It’s true that I can’t kiss you the way I really want until after dinner because it will ruin your pretty lipstick, and you can’t grind your sweet pussy against my cock until after dinner because we’ll both come from that, but if you think I’m not gonna have you as an appetizer, you’re very mistaken.” 

 “Appetizer?”

You can hear the tremble of longing in your voice, and he smiles, stroking your hair with one hand and your thigh with the other, since your dress has fallen open from the way you’re straddling him.

“Admittedly, it doesn’t seem like a great plan…mostly because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. Goddamn, if your pussy isn’t a five-course meal, I don’t know what is. And we both know after I get you rubbing your wet cunt on my mouth and tongue, all over my face, I need it on my cock.”

“Brendon…” you whimper, closing your eyes. There’s a coiling in your stomach that’s been building, tightening with every stroke of his fingers along your thigh. “Bren, you’re seriously going to make me come if you don’t stop talking.” 

You can practically feel his soft tongue lapping between your legs at your clit, and your brain feels like a bag of Pop Rocks has been dumped on it.

He keeps talking. “Honey, I could live and die with my tongue in your pussy. My god. You don’t even know. Jesus, the number of times I catch myself just daydreaming about pushing you down into bed or onto the couch, tugging your clothes off and burying my face in you. Like when we were on tour, and you knew how goddamn badly I needed you, so you would just bend over the vanity and wait for me, for my tongue, my fingers, my cock. Fuck, eating you out, grabbing your thighs, pressing closer, working my whole mouth over you until I just had to hear your happy squeal from my fingers fucking you. Shit, babygirl, I’m always fantasizing about that gorgeous pink slickness, luring me in. Begging to be touched. Licked. Stroked. Caressed.”

“Bren, I’m gonna—”

“Such sweet softness, surrounding my tongue and holy fuck; just the taste of you gets me hard. Shit, you’re the best. Kitten, I don’t think you understand how addicted I am.”

“Brendon, please, you don’t understand—I’m clo—”

“The taste, but also how it feels to have you move against me. Feeling you roll your hips in my hands, rubbing your pussy all over my mouth. Sometimes right when you’re getting close, you grab my hair and rock so the tip of my nose presses against your clit—”

“Brendon, I’m fucking close right now; you need to stop talking, or I’m gonna—”

“—while my tongue goes deep. Fuck, the way you thrash and squeal, grabbing my head, riding my tongue, coming on my face, gasping my name; it’s heaven, Kitten. Hearing, feeling, tasting you like that, knowing I made my best girl, my love, feel that damn good, it gets me so fucking ha—are you okay, sweetness?” 

You’re breathing shakily, swearing under your breath, hand clenching his on your trembling thigh, and your head is tipped back with your eyes shut. He must have figured it out though, because he sounds delighted when he murmurs, “Kitten, again?” 

“Shut. Up.” The words leave your mouth in a sharp hiss. You take his hand, the one on your thigh, and slip it between your legs. His breath catches when he feels your pussy, wet and quivering post-orgasm, and you glare at him. “Don't even try to act surprised, Urie. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

His face is a mixture of arousal and amusement. “Shit, baby. I don’t even know what to say.”

You shoot him a dirty look. “An apology would be a great place to start. And then I would say nothing else for a while since that’s what got us here.” 

“Right, but I’m not sorry though.” He’s stroking a thumb over your cheek and lips as he says this, and you bite his thumb. His eyes darken, and you know he’s enjoying the sensation. You relent, internally cursing his proclivity for pain, and he continues. 

“I mean, obviously I’m sad that you’re upset with me, but that’s not an apology; that’s putting it all on you, and that’s not fair. But no, to apologize sincerely, I would have to be sorry for the things I said, and I’m not. I regret none of them. I stand by every word that came out of my mouth. You could read everything I said in a court of law, and I wouldn’t deny any of it.” 

You huff, crossing your arms. 

“And further,” Brendon continues, “it continues to be so fucking hot. I’m really not sorry at all. Please don’t be mad, babygirl. Though please, feel free to bite me again; you know I love that.” You roll your eyes while he presses chaste kisses to your neck. It’s when he starts nuzzling you affectionately that you feel your resolve weaken.

“I’m not mad, B. I’m more embarrassed than anything else.” It’s not entirely true, but he’s being so sweet, and his mouth feels so good on your neck and you’re weak for him. This comment makes him pull back though, and he really looks stunned.

“Baby, no! Don’t be embarrassed! Kitten, sweetheart, please don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s so hot, so sexy.” He’s cupping your face in both hands now and looking at you earnestly. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I promise.” 

“Still,” you whimper. “You know I love you more than anything, but please, don’t take advantage of this…new discovery.” 

“I’ll behave, sweet girl. Are we okay?” You nod, and he gives you a light, sweet kiss. When he pulls back, he murmurs, “Now let’s go enjoy dinner with your parents.”

You stand up, and when he moves to follow, you hold up one hand. “Hang on. I can’t wear these all night.” You wriggle out of your wet underwear and tuck it into his pocket, settling back down in his lap. You’re fully aware you’re most likely staining his pants, but they’re dark, and you don’t actually care right now. “Your prize, sir.” He uses two fingers to push them deeper into his coat pocket and groans when he feels how wet they are. You can feel his cock twitch under you, and you’re weak again, flush against him. 

Brendon has to lift you up and out of his lap, and you can see the reluctance in his eyes. Once he’s placed you gently to the side, you have a mental image of spreading your legs, tangling a hand in his hair, and guiding his mouth right where you both want it most. Your wrap dress has fallen open, and your underwear is already in his pocket; it would be so easy. He’d be so eager: pressing his face closer, grabbing at your thighs and hips, working his tongue over your clit, groaning into you as you hold his head with both hands and grind down on his mouth. 

He shifts a little, and you think for one moment about grabbing him by the tie and pulling him on top of you, but you know you can’t. Instead, he stands and opens the limo door, stepping out before reaching back in to take your hand. You let him help you out and pause to look at him softly. “I love you, Bren.”

He smiles back at you radiantly. “I love you too, sweet baby. Come here.” He pulls you to him and kisses you deeply, hands caressing your hips as his tongue explores your mouth. You respond eagerly at first, but after a moment, you regretfully put both hands on his chest and push yourself back and away from him.

You look at him seriously. “We need to behave. You need to behave.” You give him an expectant look, and he nods, holding up three fingers, scout’s honor style. You smile, and he grins, flipping them around and crooking them toward himself while flicking his tongue at you suggestively. 

“Fuck,” you groan, flailing a hand at him. “Don’t do that. You cannot do that. Behave.” Brendon just laughs, guiding you into the restaurant with a hand stroking the small of your back. 

-||-

Dinner, all things considered, is going well. Brendon has only had to step away once to take a call, and your parents are relaxed and laughing now as the two of you recap some of your more parent-appropriate tour stories. 

You’re curled into his side in the booth, and he’s got an arm wrapped around you while the other moves between his bourbon glass and your hand on the table. He strokes the diamond of your ring with his thumb idly while chatting with your parents, and you couldn’t be happier. 

You're all halfway through your appetizers and your mom has gone to the bathroom when Brendon and your dad start comparing the steaks they’ve ordered. “Medium-rare is the way to go,” Brendon murmurs, with the arm once around your waist now resting between you so a surreptitious hand can caress your upper thigh under the table. “Such gorgeous pink tenderness; every bite, every taste lures me back for more. God, I would live and die in a steak like that.” 

Your eyes widen and you kick him lightly. Even if his wording now is only coincidentally similar to his earlier musings on your pussy, it’s too close for comfort. As a response to your kick, his fingers slip between your legs and move steadily higher. Your head is spinning a little, and you can’t believe how composed he is, practically fingering you in front of your parents. You squeeze your thighs together; his hand can’t move any higher. Still, he finds an advantage when he stretches out two fingers and manages to rub at your clit. 

 “Stop it,” you hiss while your father is distracted by the server bringing a refill, and Brendon smiles at you innocently as he starts running a foot up your calf. Your dad notices none of this as he turns back and tries to explain to Brendon why medium is a better choice; you’re dying slowly. 

Brendon picks up his bourbon glass and takes a sip that’s slightly too big, causing a drop to linger on his lower lip. He turns and meets your eyes as the tip of his tongue darts out to swipe his lip clean. 

You’re genuinely afraid you’re going to break a nail from how you’re digging your fingers into his thigh. 

He leans in close, nose brushing your ear, and whispers, “Babygirl, you know I like the pain.” He winks as he pulls back, and you close your eyes, willing your arousal away. 

Brendon turns suddenly to your father. “Jack, I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be rude—my phone died—sweet girl, will you see if Zack has sent you any updates on our flight for tomorrow morning? When we spoke earlier, I told him to text you if my phone died, and it has.”

Your dad is interested and asks where you’re both headed so, fortunately for Brendon, he doesn’t see the confusion in your eyes. You don’t think you two have any travel scheduled tomorrow. It’s the first you’re hearing about it anyway. 

Brendon starts talking extensively about scouting locations for an upcoming video while he takes advantage of your slightly parted legs—his fingers curve possessively over your upper thigh, flexing a little the way you love.

You’re almost positive there’s no travel tomorrow but Brendon sounds so convincing and you’re curious, so you pull out your phone. You feel your eyes narrow when you see—not a text from Zack, but—several messages from Brendon. You realize he wasn’t taking a call; he was texting you because he knew your phone was on Do Not Disturb. You open the messages with some trepidation. 

Don’t be mad you know I love you and I just can’t help myself

You cut your eyes to Brendon and see him tacitly ignoring you as he continues to discuss video production with your father and mother, who has just returned. You continue reading, even though you’re sure it’s a bad idea, and you can feel your face flush and your body tense.

Loved having you in my lap in the car, babygirl

the way that wrap dress fell open and left you exposed for me was such a tease (I know I’m one to talk)

I can’t wait to lay you out on our bed and get my face in between your legs, really get your cunt all over me

Got you smeared on my pants, but you know I need that hot pussy all over my face and fingers and cock 

Fuck, babygirl, I wanna lick and suck that gorgeous pussy until you’re coming on my face, begging for more

I want to get you so wet for me that I can touch you and I’ll be able to use your slickness like lube while I stroke this big thick cock for my best girl my slutty girl until I’m coming on your tits or your tongue 

Goddamn I want to make you come so hard that we have to change the fucking sheets and 

There’s more to that message and more texts from him below it, but you can’t read them; you can feel your orgasm rushing towards you and you cannot be at the table for that. 

You scramble up from the booth. “I’ll be right back,” you whisper, and bolt for the bathroom. You can hear your parents exchange concerned comments, and then Brendon offers to go check on you. He’s not nearly in the rush that you are but he ends up in the secluded bathroom hallway moments after you. 

He finds you leaning against the wall, trembling all over and chest heaving. Your eyes open, and you see him and that face and those lips and you are so close. “Urie, you fucking—”

He cuts you off by crushing his mouth over yours and sliding a hand inside your dress, rocking two fingers up into you. You cry out into his mouth, tugging at his hair, and he just kisses you harder, thrusting his fingers through your orgasm. “That’s it, Kitten; come for me, come on my fingers, think about coming on my cock, you’re such a good girl. Gonna lick these fingers clean later. Fuck, babygirl, I love you so much, I love feeling you come on me; shit, I can’t wait to get you on my face. Kneel over my mouth and ride my tongue while I stroke my cock, knowing I’m gonna fuck you so good, gonna fill you up with my cum; know you love feeling all of my hot cum deep in that sweet, slutty cunt.” He’s murmuring against your lips, and you moan as another rips through you. 

His free hand is wrapped around your waist, holding you to him, and your fingers are tangled in his hair as you come down from your high.

His lips are pressed to your forehead, and you’re still trembling against him when you manage to speak. “That was mean.” 

Brendon looks confused and you clarify. “Those texts. You knew exactly what you were doing.” He smirks a little and kisses you lightly on the lips. You talk through the embrace, pushing at his chest. “And I am not happy with you.”

“No?” He starts stroking you again with two spread fingers, grinning when you whimper. “You sound pretty happy. You sound like you always do when I’ve got my fingers buried in your pussy, getting you ready to take this thick cock.” He presses forward and rubs his erection against your thigh. You can’t help it; you moan. 

“Yeah, babygirl, that’s all for you. Gonna give it to you so good.” You glare and push him away again; he holds up his free hand in surrender. “Or not. My bad. Should we head back to the table or—” Brendon falters when he sees the incredulous look on your face. “Or… am I taking you home now?”

You laugh humorlessly. “Home. We’re going home. You are going to go out there and make an excuse to my parents, take me home, get my order to go or get me food on the way home, and then you have some serious apologizing to do.”

His eyes light up. “Please tell me you mean something utterly filthy when you say ‘apologizing,’ because that’s exactly where my mind has gone.”

“Don’t even joke right now. I swear Brendon, you owe me a big apology. You promised you would behave. You promised you wouldn’t do this to me.”

You feel like you’re about to start crying, and he can tell, because he wraps you in both arms. You go limp against him, tears spilling over, and he holds you tightly, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead. 

“Oh sweetheart. I’m so sorry. You’re right; I know, baby. I’m sorry for breaking my promise. I’m so sorry, my love.” His voice is soft, and even when you’re angry at him, you find it soothing and calming. 

“Don’t worry, sweet baby; I’m going to take you home and take care of you. My sweet girl, my precious Kitten. I’m so sorry, love. Hang in there, and I’ll get you home. My best girl, my babygirl.” 

You look like an absolute mess, so your parents don’t question the need for you to go home when you say you’re not feeling well. Brendon pays the bill and gets your food boxed up before guiding you out to the limo. Once you’re both settled on the bench seat, he opens his arms to you. 

“Do you want me to hold you, sweet baby?” 

You nod and crawl into his lap, clinging to him and pressing your face to his shoulder. His hands move gently over your back, and he’s being so sweet, whispering to you how sorry he is and brushing soft kisses over the top of your head. Even as you clutch at him, you can tell you’re still mad, and he can too. The tension hasn’t left your body. 

Still, you want him holding you. You’ve both always said that your love is more than any other emotion. No matter how mad, how hurt, how frustrated either of you are, you will always love each other more. You know it’s true. You may not always like him, but you will always love him. 

Once you’re home, he lifts you easily and makes his way out of the limo and heads to the door. You shriek and laugh a little; telling him you can walk, but Brendon scoffs playfully. “No sweetheart, you said you wanted me to hold you. So, I’m going to hold my girl.” 

The process of getting into your house with you in his arms plus the food is a slow one, but Brendon manages it and never puts you down. You’re still wrapped around him, head on his shoulder and legs tight around his waist, and he nudges you gently. “Shower, love?” When you nod, he asks, “do you want me to shower with you?” 

At this, you hesitate. Some time alone might be good. He can read your hesitation, but you can tell he doesn’t take it personally. He carries you to the bathroom, sets you on the counter, and turns the shower on. Then, after testing the water, he returns to you, kisses your forehead softly, and murmurs that he loves you, he’ll be downstairs, and you can come join him whenever you’re ready. You squeeze his hand as he leaves, and he squeezes back with a small smile. 

The shower is hot and relaxing and everything you need it to be. When you finally get out and see he’s set out your favorite of his t-shirts for you and a pair of what you both call your ‘snuggling panties’ (because of their ultra-softness) on your bed, you’re feeling far more at ease. 

You dress quickly and head downstairs to find him reclining on the couch in your favorite pair of his sweatpants. His hair is damp; he must’ve showered in the guest bathroom. “Damn, you’re sexy,” you comment, aiming for levity in your voice as you lean against the railing. He turns and grins, seeing you bare-legged with the hem of his shirt barely keeping you covered.

“Hello pot, I’m kettle.” He extends a hand and beckons you closer. You saunter over, dropping onto the couch and curling up on top of him, legs spread over his hips, your head on his chest. “I haven’t eaten yet,” he tells you. “Thought we’d eat together.” You nod, snuggling into him. “Are you hungry, babygirl?” You shake your head a little, breathing in the scent of his body wash. “Then let’s eat later,” he decides, stroking your hair. 

You nod, and he kisses the top of your head. “I’m sorry I was mean and broke my promise,” he whispers, and you look up at him. You had some time to think in the shower, and you know he means it. 

“It’s okay, B. I may have overreacted. There are worse things you could’ve done.” He frowns, running a finger down your cheek.

“Don’t say that honey. You were upset because I made you a promise that I didn’t keep, I pushed your boundaries further than you were comfortable with, and really, I betrayed your trust. You didn’t overreact.”

You smile a little, realizing he took the time to think in the shower too. You squirm up to kiss him softly now. “You’re being quite hard on yourself, my love. Here’s where I’ve landed, after some time alone with my thoughts. I always feel so close to you after you make me come, so intimately connected, and when you pushed and broke your promise, it made me feel like our sex life was just a game or something to you; like it was a challenge or entertainment.” Brendon goes to protest, and you press a gentle finger to his mouth. “But I know you, Brendon. I know you love me; I know how much our intimacy means to you, and I know how seriously you take our love and our life together. You would never purposely disrespect me or our intimacy. As soon as you realized how upset I was, you stopped and you took care of me, took care of us. You are a good man, Brendon Urie, and you are mine. Tonight wasn’t your finest moment, and it took you a bit longer than ideal to realize how serious I was, but you took care of me in the end, and you showed me how much you care. I love you. So, I’m good. Are you good? Are we?” He smiles, blinking back tears, rubbing his nose against yours. 

“I’m good. We’re good, sweet baby. I love you so much.” He holds you close, and you sink into his arms. He strokes your hair, and you sigh happily. There’s a long moment, and then he asks in a low voice, “would now be a bad time to ask about my dirty apology?” 

 You raise an eyebrow, and he scoots you higher so he can kiss you deeply. You run your hands through his wet hair, tugging happily, and he groans into your mouth while rolling you both over. “You know,” he murmurs through kisses, “my dirty apology, where I show you how much our intimacy and your orgasms mean to me. How much I love being close to you like this.” His hands are roaming, and you grin against his mouth, telling him you’d love a dirty apology. 

“Excellent,” Brendon mumbles, kissing a lazy path down your neck. “Now, where would Madame like her dirty apology?” He makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. “Madame has the choice of our lovely sectional with the romantic glow of the tv, or our exquisite bed with soft candlelight. The house recommends the bed, but Madame is, of course, free to choose.” 

You giggle at his feigned formality and pretend to think. “Madame believes she will take the house recommendation of the bed.” 

He nods in satisfaction and stands up, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you back up the stairs. You tighten your legs around his waist and sigh happily when his lips find your neck to start pressing open-mouthed kisses. 

You’ve finally made it to the bedroom, and he places you at the head so you’re reclining against the pillows. He moves to the end of the bed and goes into what appears to be some form of child’s pose, except he’s looking up at you. “Bren, what are you doing?”

He grins and starts to wiggle back and forth. “Pouncing.” You’re about to ask another question when he does just that: pounces and grabs you by the hips. You shriek with laughter when he starts playfully growling and nibbling at your thighs; he stretches over your body, buries his face in your neck while making ridiculous noises, and lightly bites at you. “Om nom nom nom nom,” he growls, tickling your sides.

“Brendon, what the hell?” You’re gasping for air, tears streaming from laughing, and he looks up at you seriously.

“I’m eating you, pretty girl. Om. Nom. Nom. Nom.” With each sound, he presses a kiss to your neck, slowly moving lower and lower. You’re wiping at your eyes, still laughing. 

“Or is this not what you had in mind?” His eyes twinkle up at you playfully, and you shake your head. “Oh Kitten, I know what you really want. I won’t even make you say it, even though I love to hear it.” He inches his way back down your body, lifting your shirt up and leaving soft kisses over your newly-exposed skin as he goes. “You want my tongue on your pussy, licking and lapping at your clit until you’re soaking wet for me, and I can slide my fingers in. You want me touching and tasting you until you can’t stand it, don’t you?” You nod weakly, lacing your fingers through his hair, and he smiles softly. “Well, I live and love to please you, babygirl.” Gently, he slides your panties down, spreads your legs wider and presses his lips to the inside of your thigh. You let out a quiet moan and he looks up at you. “I don’t want to tease you anymore. I’ve tortured you enough. Tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

You sigh happily, rolling your hips up to his mouth. “Just make me feel good, Bren. Make me come.”

He grins. “That, my love, I can do.” His tongue is moving over you in soft strokes while his thumbs massage the inside of each thigh, and his eyes have slipped shut as his mouth works. He’s being so gentle with you, and you think you might pass out from how great it feels. “Is this good, Kitten?” His voice is soft, and you nod languidly. “Just want you to feel good.”

“Trust me Bren, I feel really good.” His tongue is delving deeper now, and his thumbs have moved farther in to spread you wide for him. He increases his pace and pressure a little bit, moaning against you when you grip his hair. “That feels amazing,” you whisper, and he nods. “Baby—Bren—can you—” your words are coming in fragments; you can feel yourself getting close already— “softer with your tongue and add two fingers?”

“So fucking sexy, you knowing what you need to get off, Kitten.” He takes your requests and plays with your clit lightly with his tongue while his fingers press into you, stroking. You arch your back when his fingers hit a good spot and he does it again, gazing up at you from between your legs. 

You’re whimpering, rocking your hips gently into his touch, and he watches you. “Is this okay?” He murmurs the question into your pussy while his fingers slide back and thrust deep, and you manage to suppress the low moan that bubbles up in you.

“Fuck yes, Brendon; it’s so good.” Your fingers tighten in his hair, and you spread your legs wider. “But I need more, more of your mouth,” you tell him, and he nods. 

He’s slipping his fingers out of you to go back to covering you with his mouth, softly, alternately between slowly letting his tongue roll out against your folds and sucking lightly. “God, yeah,” you whimper, and he keeps going, wriggling in closer to get more access.

“Fucking love eating your pussy, babygirl; fuck, you are incredible,” he groans when he pulls back to breathe hard, resting his head against your thigh. You look down at him, his lips and chin slick, eyes dark with want, and you can’t help but moan at the sight. He licks his lips and stares up at you. “God, will you sit on my face?”

“Fuck Bren, as if I’d say no, with you down between my legs and looking at me like that.” You’re incredulous and willfully let yourself be rolled over to your stomach so you can pull back and sit up. He crawls up the bed into your place, settling down into the pillows and adjusting one under his neck.

“Commere, Kitten. Come ride my tongue.” He’s breathing hard again, pupils fully dilated, and you sling a leg over him and kneel over his chest. Carefully, he guides your hips into place so you’re reclining against his collarbone, and he can curve an arm around behind you to give you more support. 

“Fuck yes,” he moans as you settle into place, and he goes back to the soft licking and sucking that had you close before. His tongue is rolling over you, really tasting you, and he brings his other hand back, resting it on your hip. “Can I?” He lets the question hang as he applies pressure to your hip with two fingers. You nod eagerly and he adjusts his hand to slide his fingers in and spread you wide for his tongue. With more access, he can really stroke you and tease your clit with light flicks of the tip of his tongue. You cry out with pleasure as he rocks you closer at a better angle with his arm. “God, babygirl, can’t wait to feel you come all over my face like this. All over me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” you hiss, closing your eyes. “I’m really close already.”

“D’you need anything different, or are you gonna come?”

“Don’t fucking change a goddamn thing,” you whisper, moaning again when he returns to his ministrations. “God, yeah Bren, right there. Suck just a lit—sweet fuck, don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck oh—God yes!”

It’s hitting you hard so he curls his fingers forward and you can’t stifle your scream. “Fuck, Brendon, yes!”

“Ride my face; don’t hold back, let yourself feel it.” His words are muffled by your pussy, but you catch the gist and give in, rubbing and bearing down on his mouth. He keeps up with you, tongue and fingers working hard, and you’re thinking that you might come again when he sucks gently. “Give me one more, come for your man one more time. Soak my face once more, pretty baby.” His words push you over just as he reaches up to brush a slick thumb over your nipple. The sensation rips through you and you’re panting hard, hands in his hair.

“Holy hell.” You manage to whisper, coming down from it. You glance down and see his dark eyes sparkling from between your thighs and you can feel the wet curve of his smile. “Fuck, Bren, I love you.”

“I love you too, Kitten. Am I forgiven?” He looks eager as he licks over you gently and into the corners of his mouth, collecting your taste.

“If I say yes…”

“Then I’m making you come again on my tongue before I flip you over and give you my cock, fucking you so good and leaving you shaking and clinging to me after you’ve soaked our sheets.”

“Yes.” You’re a little breathless, already clinging to him like he wants. Brendon grins as he flexes his fingers into your hips, and you shriek happily when he slides his tongue over you again. 

“Gonna make it so good for you, Kitten.”

[cellythefloshie]

;; Kinktober 2022 Day 7 Brendan Lemieux - Biting/Marking

Summary: Rooming with your brother’s teammate, Brendan, often left you with multiple interactions that left your frustrated - and one becomes the final straw you learn just how rough he likes it.  Kinks & TW: Biting ( 😂 ) - mentions of blood, roommates to lovers, your brother’s teammate, yes I know he’s pretty controversial after the incident - but how can someone pass on using him for this kink when he pretty much just handed it to us? Word Count: 1809

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess , @emsully2002​ , @charles11700​​

When your brother told you that he had found you an apartment in L.A., you hadn’t imagined that you’d be rooming with his teammate, Brendan Lemieux.

Not that you didn’t mind sharing - especially when he was on the road more often than not, leaving you to enjoy the city views and privacy that came with his long road trips.

With Brendan away, you were free to roam the apartment whenever, however, and in whatever you pleased. That night, you wore a hoodie that was snug on your form after being washed numerous times over the years. The cuffs of the sleeves were worn and your breasts were squashed beneath it, but it was your favorite sweatshirt. Plus, it made your ass look good - or maybe it was the thong you wore that was really doing you justice.

You slipped out of your bedroom with your headphone in, Brendan and the team weren’t supposed to get home until tomorrow, you had no shame walking around your apartment half dressed when it was only yourself. You searched the kitchen for something to curve your hunger, your ass shaking to the music as you did so. It was only when you felt a hand on your shoulder that you realized you weren’t alone.

Eyes wide, you spun around and whipped the Beats from your ears. “Brendan—“ 

His body was slick with water, a towel hanging loosely around his hips. You stood still, mouth agape, in the middle of the kitchen. You made no effort to cover yourself or run for privacy. No, you were too embarrassed for that - and too distracted by the beads of water that slipped from the ends of his hair and down the angles of his body. 

“What do you think you’re doing walking around like that?” Brendan’s words were harsh, one hand raised to gesture your clothes while the other dropped to hold up the towel that threatened to slip from his hips.

“You weren’t supposed to be back until-”

“There was a change of plans,” he huffed.

Your cheeks were filled with color as you looked out over the apartment and at all the evidence that suggested you were no longer alone. There was a plate of food left half eaten on the table and his bags still rested by the door. He had been home for hours.

“I should get back to my room-” You moved to take a careful stride around his form, but his hand kept you in place. 

“Just wait a damn second, I don’t need to be watching your bare ass as you prance back to your room-”

You reached a hand back behind you, running your hand over a bare cheek as your face flushed. You should have never put on that damn thing.

“Just let me get back to my room first, so I don’t see more of anything,” Brendan sighed and backed off of you slowly. 

You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered for a moment before he turned around and began the short wall to his room. Even as he walked away, you could hear him let out a heavy breath, “I told him this wasn’t a good idea-”

Pushing up off of the counter you stepped towards him, your eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?” Your voice was raised slightly as you spoke to him, your arms coming up to rest on your hips. 

Brendan raised a hand, bringing it up to his wet hair and slicking it back over his head as he turned back to look at you - why did you have to be dressed like that? 

“I told your brother I didn’t want you here,” he spoke bluntly, his voice raising to meet your own, “that this wasn’t going to be good for him or you or me! It’s hard enough rooming with teammates never mind with their sister! Hell, this is worse! He’s always messaging me to make sure you’re not out on the town with some guy, trying to make sure you’re safe and comfortable when you’re just too fucking comfortable!” His hand raised up, gesturing your body from head to toe, “I mean com’on, really?”

“And walking around in a towel is any different?” you challenged him firmly before mocking him, “I mean, com’on, really?”

For a moment you could have sworn you saw him smile, but it was quick to fade - Brendan was too much of a fighter to back down, he enjoyed it far too much, especially if it meant going toe to toe with you. He stepped in closer to you, the dim lamp illuminating the water that dripped down his skin and around every muscle. His words became a mere echo in your mind as you became completely mesmerized by him. He was towering over you as he spoke and so strong. You bit your lip - a hunger consuming you, but you hoped it made it look as if you were deep in thought - your eyes trailing down his body and to the tuck of his towel that was threatening to slip from his hips. One shift and it would bare every inch of him to you - including the bulge that had begun to tent against the towel. 

“Wait a second,” your brows furrowed as your eyes shot back up to his face quickly, “are you turned on right now?”

“Aren’t you?”

You hesitated, taking a slow and steady breath as your gaze held his. He was right, this arrangement had been a bad idea - solely because it had led to this very moment. You could see the tension in his hazel eyes - that were still framed by a fading bruise he had acquired in a fight multiple games ago - the desire that had built up after weeks of sharing his apartment and the close calls that had come with it. All of the times you each accidentally walked in on the other in the shower, each lingering gaze, each confrontation had brought you to this moment - and you were soaked. 

You pressed your thighs together firmly, trying to hide the dampness that had begun to pool in your panties. Admitting to him that you were undeniably turned on was the last thing you wanted to do - especially since he was your brother’s teammate - but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t curious about what was behind his towel. 

“My brother he can’t find out-,” you listed your single condition after a moment. 

“Not a fucking chance I’m letting that happen,” Brendan agreed and you both collided like two tornados and met at the mouth.

Brendan’s towel slipped from his hips, leaving him naked, and he was eager to level the playing field. His battered hands tugged at your sweatshirt to work it up your frame. His mouth left yours only for a moment to pull the sweatshirt over your head, leaving you gasping, before his mouth returned to its assault against your lips. His kiss was hard, teeth smacking and tongues exploring as you stumbled through the living room together. You had navigated through the living room countless times, and even in the dark you had managed to navigate around each piece of furniture, but now it seemed that the two of you ran into everything. You would cuss against each other's lips, but refused to draw back and see where you should be going.

“Fuck this,” Brendan muttered after a moment, his hands wrapping firm around your body, gripping at the bare flesh of your ass, and he hoisted you up off the ground - but he didn’t carry you far. He near threw you over the back of the couch and down onto the cushions. A groan erupted up your throat as he climbed over the sofa himself and down on top of you without hesitation. Brendan didn’t show any concern about pinning you down with the weight of his toned, athletic body. You could feel his every muscle, and the eagerness of his cock, against your thigh, as he lay out on top of you. Rough hands positioned you how he wanted, tilting your chin up to give him access to your neck, and pining your wrists down above your head with a single hand. 

You held your breath, or maybe it was the sheer weight of his on top of you, as Brendan’s mouth left sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw and neck. Your heart pounded in your chest, “be careful,” you cautioned - the last thing you needed was to have to explain the marks to your brother. 

Lemieux smiled, his teeth grazing over your sensitive flesh. You wiggled in his hold, trying to look down at him through thick lashes. You should have known better than to try and lay out ground rules, as he was well known for breaking them. His grip on you only grew stronger as his lips continued their assault. You could feel it begin to grow tender. Fuck that’s going to leave a- 

A yelp erupted up your throat. 

His teeth had grazed over your skin, but that was only to prime it or what was to come. It was his only warning before he had bitten down into the crook of your neck. His canines were piercing, and sharp as they tore into your skin. Throwing your head back, you hissed, “What the fuck? Brendan!” 

Your words had been enough for him to draw back, but he showed little concern. No, he was wearing a cocky grin as his hands left your wrists and brought his fingers down to run over the bite that would remain marked on your skin for days. His thumb stroked slowly over the angles of your collarbone, and over each impression left behind - smearing the blood that was drawn over your skin. 

Your hands had flexed when he freed your wrist - they had been driven numb from the pressure but that didn’t stop you from bringing your hand up and sending a slap across his face. At first, you had seen it as a punishment, but it excited you when you saw a light flicker in his eyes on impact. You should have known he would like that.

Smiles blossomed over each of your faces, one that almost left you laughing as you thought to yourself: Oh boy, what did I just get myself into? His hands dipped down low, slipping his thick cock inside you with no hesitation. He fucked you quick and hard. With each pounding of his hips into yours, you felt as if you were going to slip from the couch cushions, but he kept you anchored to him with the hold of your ass in his hands and his teeth as they dug into your shoulder leaving you marked with the distinct impression of his teeth in your flesh. 

[brainyxbat]

Florence Nightingale

“The Florence Nightingale effect is a trope where a caregiver falls in love with their patient, even if very little communication or contact takes place outside of basic care.” - Wikipedia

Alternative title: Dreams

(Pr’y not my best, but bear with me. 😂 Turned out much longer than I anticipated.)

-

Jubei and Mankey were on a roll during training with his new partner. Not a single mistake! It felt good, considering his failure with Jessie still stuck with him to this day. Or her failure with him, more like.

Venus Wisteria may be more... intimidating, for lack of a better word, but for someone who preferred to work alone, she seemed to have a better grasp on the concept of loyalty, and hasn’t abandoned him yet. He’s lasted longer with her than with Jessie; after two failures, he hated to be switched over again. Third time’s the charm, right?

A scream of pain, along with a sickening crunch, stopped him and Mankey dead in their tracks after a high jump. Turns out, Venus landed wrongly on her right leg; very wrongly. He rushed over, Mankey close behind, as his normally tough and stoic partner laid on the ground, tears of agony threatening to fall from her squinting eyes. Her trusty, loyal Zubat was helplessly flying around her, frantic.

When he asked the eternally stupid question, “Are you okay?”, her response was merely a pained head shake, instead of a sarcastic quip she was known for. He knew then that it was bad.

He shouted for Sergeant Viper, held her closely while having her focus on him instead of the pain, and before long, the medic team were wheeling her away on a gurney.

He snapped himself out of his trance, as Viper approached him in the waiting room. It had been a few days since she was admitted in, but it felt much longer to him. The dorm had an empty void without her; and her Zubat was sad without its master. Visits weren’t allowed, so they couldn’t even see her. The doctor told him her ankle AND lower leg had broken from her botched landing, and would require operating to repair it. The thought of her having surgery, as helpful as it was, still made him shudder in discomfort. “Jubei, as you know, Ms. Wisteria is scheduled to leave the infirmary, and return to your dorm today.”

“Yes, sir. She went through her surgery well?”

“According to the doctors, she did, but will need to keep off her feet in your dorm, for at least six weeks.” All the teams each had a dorm room, with separate bedrooms (thank goodness! no awkwardness there), and one kitchen, living room, and bathroom. And a balcony! “I trust you’ll take good care of her until she’s well enough to return to training.”

“Uh, y-yes sir, I will.”

Viper let a little smirk grow, sensing he felt nervous. “Ah, she’s not that scary. Just a bit of a firecracker; you can handle it.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost, sir. I’ll make sure she’s comfortable.”

Just then, a doctor escorted the patient out of her infirmary room, with her in a wheelchair looking... like her. Broody, but more tired; and back in her purple training uniform. Jubei felt a grin of amusement grow at her thick cast; it was in her favorite color. “Black, huh?”

“Yeah,” She shrugged with a small grin, “If I’m going to be injured and bedridden, I may as well have a say in my cast color, right?”

“I suppose,” He smirked. Judging by the white-clad woman’s composure, it seemed the Goth scared her into using black for her cast. “It suits you.”

“Thanks.”

The doctor turned to Jubei after pulling her face mask down to her chin. “You’ll be her caretaker, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She gave him a paper bag containing a bottle of small, white pills. “Make sure she takes these, two a day at most, every four to six hours every day. These will last you three weeks; by then, she shouldn’t need them.”

“Thanks; will do.”

“If she still feels pain afterwards, over-the-counter ibuprofen will do the trick.”

“Got it.”

Venus smirked up at them, cheek in palm. “Guys, I’m right here, and not a child; I can just be told this stuff myself.”

The nurse snickered, then turned her attention back to him, as he stifled a grin. She was back. “Keep her out of trouble. And make sure she doesn’t cause any more damage to her ankle, or lower leg; she’s a feisty one.”

“Trust me, I know,” He chuckled, receiving an eye roll from the patient.

Once Venus signed the papers, Jubei took charge of the wheelchair, and led his petite partner back to their dorm, with Viper close behind. On the way, she was greeted with get-well wishes, to which she responded with tired gratitude; she just wanted to be in her own bed already. Her cheeks blushed red when Butch, in particular, approached her after having Jubei stop. “Hope you heal up good, Venus. See you in a few weeks.”

“Thanks; see you.”

~~~

Before long, they were back in their dorm. After reassuring Viper that he’ll take care of her, Jubei entered Venus’ bedroom with her in tow. He had a brief glance around while piling extra pillows at one side of the foot of her bed with Mankey’s help. There was a sling, but she was stubbornly wary of it, so pillows instead; he hoped she would soon come around, and realize the sling would be better. Since they first teamed up, he hadn’t been in her room much, out of respect for her privacy; and a bit of fear as well. This was the first time he had a good look, and frankly, in his opinion, it suited her well; Goth decor of many kinds was all over the room, from random trinkets and portraits to the window curtains, the walls were the same color as the rest of the dorms (painting them was prohibited), and her bed had dark floral sheets, in a nice navy blue. A dartboard was on the wall across from the bed, strangely covered by a photo of a dominantly green-haired family, sans one person trimmed out, and stabbed with darts.

“Um, Jubei?” Her voice brought him back to reality; she was suddenly leaning into him for support, standing only on her good leg, with her arms around his neck. He blushed at the close contact; she smelled clean and sterile, like the hospital room she stayed in. “You can look around after I’m in bed,” She joked.

“Sorry, sorry.” Feeling sheepish, he helped her lay down, so she was on her back, and tenderly laid her bad leg on the pillow pile. For someone as strong as her, she was pretty light. “That good?”

She shrugged, as she pulled the covers over her upper body. “As good as it gets. Thanks; the pillows help.”

“No problem. Sorry I was distracted earlier; I’ve... never really been in your room before. At least, not long enough to get a good look.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t get comfortable; I like my privacy.”

“I understand. Uh, anything you need right now? Drink, heat pad?”

“Actually, water sounds nice,” Venus admitted, “Something to wash down my first two pills with.”

“Okay; we’ll be back.” Jubei headed straight for the kitchen with Mankey close behind. An ecstatic Zubat made a beeline for its master’s shoulder when they were alone. She giggled, and snuggled its head with hers; she definitely missed it.

As he filled a glass halfway full of cold water for his partner, Mankey discretely grabbed something else from one of the pantries. Something purchased (or possibly stolen) by the big eater of the duo.

A rare, bright smile appeared on Venus’ face when she saw a chocolate, white-frosted cupcake in each of the Pig Monkey Pokemon’s hands. “Aw,” She giggled, “Thanks, guys.” As the glass was set on the nightstand, she took the cupcake closest to her, peeled the liner down, and had a large bite. She smiled at Zubat lapping up a mouthful of frosting.

“Mankey, how come you got- oh,” Jubei laughed when it handed the other one to him, “Thanks, buddy.” He sat on the chair set by the head of her bed, and started eating. After his first bite, he turned to the family photo again. Due to the green hair, albeit different hues, they reminded him of his partner. “Hey uh, forgive me for asking, but who are those people there?”

Venus noticed where his free hand gestured to, and sighed deeply through her nose. “I... I’m not comfortable talking about them just yet. But I’ll say just this: they’re my... “family”. I cut myself out of that picture.” 

Her air quotes around the particular word, and her hesitance, told him that they were not... ideal. “Oh, o-okay.”

“That’s all I’d rather say.”

“A-are you sure-”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” He flinched at her sudden, yet justified outburst, immediately regretting his words. She inhaled deeply, regaining her composure, as she blinked tears away. They may had been partners for a while now, but she didn’t want him to see her cry. The time she got hurt didn’t count to her.

“I, I’m sorry.” He stammered.

“It’s okay,” She almost whispered, “I’m just... not ready yet.”

“I understand. I won’t push you on it anymore,” He promised with a pat to her shoulder.

“Thanks.” They finished their cupcakes, and he threw out the liners for her. “Um... and thanks for taking care of me.”

He shrugged modestly, returning to his seat. “It’s what partners do.”

~~~

The next few weeks were... interesting, to say the least. It was almost like clockwork; Jubei woke up, did his morning workout, got breakfast smoothies for himself and Venus, returned to find her just waking up, help her with... using the bathroom, showering, etc. He also brought their meals in her room, so they could eat together. When she was comfortable alone, he went off to train; but after a while, his sessions started growing shorter. She was gradually becoming his main priority.

When a nightmare caused her bad leg to fall off the pillow mountain, he urgently replaced it with the sling, with her reluctantly complying; to their relief, it held more securely. Tears fell that night, her pain not just physical; he hugged her firmly, rubbed her back, and stroked her long, green hair, as she cried in his chest. Not going into details, she told him about her family’s abuse, and her fear that they would find and kill her. He assured her that that’ll never happen; to make her smile, he said with the fighting skills she’s acquiring, she could send them running in seconds. He had to admit, after hearing about the horror she went through with them, he would love to see that. Hearing about the apparent, undeserved demise of an innocent Bulbasaur she took in made him feel sick; he couldn’t process what possessed them to even think of committing the heinous act, much less going through with it.

Those things weren’t even the most interesting part, though. Shortly after she returned to the dorm to recover, Jubei started feeling weird around Venus, almost like he was... falling for her. He longed to be close to her, for more than to help her as she recovered. During their hug, he never wanted to let her go. Maybe it was because she was being less sarcastic, and more sweet? Perhaps, but she had some moments before her injury. At that same time, without thinking, he pressed a comforting kiss to the top of her head, but she didn’t react negatively. If anything, it appeared to soothe her. And she seemed to lean into his hand when he wiped her tears away.

In the gym one day, he saw Butch swinging away at a punching bag, and felt something he hardly felt for anyone, much less someone he barely knew: resentment. But why? All he knew about Butch was that he was the object of Venus’ affections.

Maybe that was his reason? But he couldn’t fall in love with her! She was his friend, and his training partner; nothing else. He didn’t stand a chance with her; she was better off with Butch.

Despite that, he had dreams plaguing his mind every night; wonderful dreams, filled with romance. One in particular had them running barefoot in a field of black and white Heddewigii Dianthus flowers, with Venus wearing a short, black celestial romper, and himself in a blue button-up that matched his eyes, and nice black pants. They sat closely together in a clearing to catch their breath, while Mankey and Zubat were under mingling a tree close by; he plucked a flower from the ground, and tenderly tucked it by the stem behind her left ear. Keeping his gentle hand on her cheek, he leaned in, feeling her own small hands lock together behind his neck, and they shared a kiss. Her purple lip gloss tasted like sweet Pamtre Berries; his favorite. He woke up, feeling a shot of disappointment, after they pulled away.

Other dreams were less specific, but the romance was still there. Kisses were exchanged, some not on the lips, and at some points, they snuggled in her bed. They watched her shows revolving around haunted locations, and he didn’t feel any fear. He was even getting invested in the spooky programs.

During one shower, he assumed she forgot that he was nearby, or maybe getting more comfortable with his near-constant presence, because he heard her singing to herself. She had such a beautiful voice.

Mankey, being a smart Pokemon, was able to detect those feelings, and in its own way, gave him good-natured ribbings. In the kitchen, he stifled a laugh when it formed a heart with its hands. “Mankey, stop it, she’s going to hear us,” He whispered.

In the real world, Venus was completely oblivious to his newfound feelings for her. And despite its lack of eyes, Zubat would practically stare daggers at him in an overprotective manner, but it went unnoticed by its master.

When she was getting suspicious at his unusual behavior, he quickly made the claim that he was whipped from training; she bought it, but he mentally cursed himself for his nervous tone. She just might catch on, and request to switch partners out of discomfort. And he didn’t want that to happen; he valued their partnership more than anything, and their friendship.

~~~

At the halfway point of her bedrest, he noticed she was getting a small case of cabin fever. He didn’t blame her; being cooped up in one place for three weeks can get to someone. Especially someone known to have a short temper. They occasionally went out on the balcony, but it didn’t feel like enough.

“You okay?” Jubei asked her one day when he noticed she was laying in bed, arms folded, and wearing pajamas, with her default bored expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Ju.” Venus replied quietly.

“Are you s-”

“I SAID I’M FINE!” She shouted, startling him, Mankey, and Zubat. Like after her last outburst, she settled herself with a deep breath. “S-sorry.” She laid back on her pile of pillows in a huff; almost reaching over, Jubei had to refrain from brushing her short, soft bangs from her forehead. “It’s just, I’ve been here in the dorm for, I dunno, forever, it seems.”

“You’re okay. I understand; hey, maybe we can go around the academy?” He offered, “A little fresh air will do you some good; and it seems nice out.”

She pondered the idea for a moment, then nodded. “I’d like that; thanks.”

“No problem, partner.” After she changed into a blue/black plaid skirt-crop top combo, with his assistance, and tied her hair in a high wrap ponytail, he helped her into the wheelchair. As Zubat fluttered over to perch on her shoulder, Jubei couldn’t help but stare, and let his mind wander; she sure had a nice body under her training uniform. He blinked his dark blue eyes to snap himself out of it; he had still been trying to push away his forbidden feelings for her, with little success. The urge to hold her, stroke her hair, and kiss her was still lingering. He was just glad she wore a bra with her sleepwear, or he would have a stroke.

After helping her left foot into a simple black sneaker, he began their trek around the academy, Mankey following close behind.

That day went swimmingly for the both of them. Cassidy and Wendy borrowed her for a moment in the former’s dorm to pamper her, signing/drawing on her cast, and painting her nails black. Jubei and Mankey, meanwhile, spent extra time at the gym to make up for lost time dedicated to keeping Venus company.

As he ran on a treadmill, one not destroyed by Jessie and Cassidy trying to one-up each other, he was approached by Viper. “Jubei, may I have a word with you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, yes sir,” He kept jogging, as he spoke. “What’s going on?”

“I noticed you’ve spent more time with Ms. Wisteria lately, and less time training.” Jubei saw the tiniest smirk on the sergeant’s face. “Is she still recovering well?”

“Yes sir, she is.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“And about the extra time... sh-she just gets lonely.” They both knew that that was Tauros-crap. Venus Wisteria liked her alone time, and everyone knew it; even though she seemed to enjoy his company lately.

“I see. Will you be telling her how you feel about her before her bedrest ends?”

“Wha- AAH!” Jubei was caught off guard by his sudden question, causing a misstep; the treadmill sent him flying back, and into the wall. Everyone in the room watched in concern, but luckily, he wasn’t injured like Venus; just a little bruised. “Ow.” He stumbled back on his feet, and rubbed his sore back. He smiled when Mankey rushed over from the punching bag it was wailing on earlier. “I’m alright, buddy.” Nonetheless, it followed him when he returned to the treadmill, which was now turned off, and stayed by his side. “Sir, wh-what’re you talking about?”

Viper’s all-knowing smile grew more visible. “I’ve seen the look on your face when her name is brought up; and everyone here knows she loves her moments of solitude. When did you start feeling this way?”

No denying it now. Viper was too smart to fall for any lies. “Shortly after her bedrest started,” He replied, “I don’t even know how; it was kind of sudden.” 

He shared a surprisingly therapeutic heart-to-heart with the sergeant, opening up with his dreams about them as a couple, helping her through the times her vulnerability showed, and overall never wanting to leave her side. Even how he didn’t see himself having a chance at being her significant other. Viper assured him that his feelings are temporary, and that after she's back on her feet, everything will revert to normal.

Jubei went back to the girls to retrieve Venus, so they could grab some lunch in the cafeteria. He complimented the black nail polish she now sported, and she told him that the mani-pedi with Cassidy and Wendy was soothing... for the most part. He stifled a laugh at the last part, knowing very well from a past training exercise of endurance that, despite her toughness, and a huge majority of her fashion choices, she’s very ticklish. It embarrassed her to no end, but he thought it was adorable. She had a cute laugh.

They sat at a small table with their food, across from each other, and talked more about their day. When she had a drop of mustard on the corner of her lip from her cheeseburger, he had the urge to reach over and brush it off, but kept back. She took care of it herself, and it was strangely arousing how it was swiped off, and her small lips cleaned the condiment off her finger. 

Oh, how he wanted to kiss her.

“Uh, h-how’s your lunch?” He stammered after a bite of mac-n-cheese.

“Delicious,” She replied, “Yours?”

“It’s good too.”

“So, you said you talked to Sergeant Viper, huh? I didn’t think he was one for chit-chat.”

“Yeah, in the gym. He was asking me why I’ve been attending training less lately, and uh, I told him that it’s so you won’t be lonely.”

A small smile grew on her face. “You’ve been playing hooky to be with me more? That’s sweet. What, do you have a crush on me, or something?” She innocently joked.

Jubei’s eyes bugged out, and he nearly choked on his soda in surprise, spitting it out right back in the cup through the straw. Venus flinched back, eyebrows raised up in concern, and set her burger down on the paper wrapper, as he coughed in his elbow to recover. Other trainees stared their way, but were paid no mind to. “Did I strike a nerve there?”

“Oh, no, no, I’m fine. That just... caught me off guard.”

“I noticed,” She smirked, “Sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

The rest of their meal went more peacefully, with less surprises. Until the end, that is. “Uh, Ju, you got a little something there.” Venus brought up, gesturing to her face.

“Huh?” He felt around his mouth.

“Here, I got it.” She licked her thumb, leaned forward, and wiped the small droplet of cheese sauce off his cheek. He was glad to still be sitting, because his knees felt weak at her gentle touch. Not at all what her training demeanor usually implied. “There we go.”

He could only blink, as his cheeks turned a deep red, and his legs were completely numb. “Th-th-thanks.” Once his ability to walk returned, he escorted her out. 

They followed the shaded sidewalk outside back to the dormitory, when Venus leaning forward while facing the outside world caught his attention, and made him stop. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m admiring the lovely day.” 

Jubei leaned over to look past the awning; the dark, cloudy sky indicated that a storm could very well roll in at any second. “Uh... y-yeah.” He didn’t know why he was surprised; for as long as he'd known Venus, he knew she enjoyed darkness. Like an Addams. He always found that interesting about her.

“When we get to the dorm... can we go on the balcony to admire it from there?”

“Sure,” He nodded, “But the second a raindrop falls on you, we’re going back inside, no questions asked.”

“Deal.”

They did as she wanted, and watched the dark clouds roll by, him in one of the filigree chairs by a matching round table, and her in the wheelchair. He blushed at her smile; she looked so happy and relaxed. Going out did her good, in his opinion; her grumpiness had ceased. And he had to admit, watching the clouds roll by was kind of soothing; even if he preferred white on blue over grey on, well, lighter grey. But to each his own, right? As she sipped her fountain soda, her eyes never tore away from the gloomy sight.

Without thinking, he laid one arm over her shoulders. She looked over at his hand, more in surprise than anything else, but he was startled nonetheless. “S-sorry,” He quickly drew it back, but her small smile in his direction calmed his heart just a bit.

After a few minutes, rain started to fall, so he quickly went back inside with her before they could get soaked. By the time it let up somewhat, it was almost dinnertime, so he got their meals from the noodle bar in the area, and brought it to the dorm. “Did you miss me?” He joked, pulling his damp umbrella shut.

She smirked in his direction from watching the rain. “A little,” She replied with sincerity, “You got my favorite?”

“Sure did; udon with some shrimp in it, just how you like it!”

She smiled when he set the plate in her lap. “Thanks, Ju.” When he sat next to her, they started eating. Only a minute later, he noticed her struggle with her chopsticks, as if she had never use them in her life. His newly acquired quick reflexes came to the rescue when one shrimp attempted an escape to the floor. “Th-thanks,” She stammered when he returned it to her plate.

“Sorry, I forgot a fork for yours. Have you ever used chopsticks before?”

She shook her head, embarrassment evident in her face. “N-no. I never learned; it’s why I always went with a fork at the noodle bar.”

“Ah. Here, I’ll teach you; I’ve used them since I was a kid.” He showed her how to hold the chopsticks between her fingers, trying hard to distract himself from how close they are. He even fed her one of the shrimps, to her amusement, when letting her watch him demonstrate himself. On her own, she used them to scoop up a mouthful of noodles at a slow rate; he kept her hair back out of her food, earning a quick glance of surprised gratitude, as she succeeded in her attempt. “You did it!” Jubei cheered.

“Yay me,” She giggled after swallowing, “Thanks for the lesson; I’ll practice when I can.”

“No prob.”

That night, stormy as it was, went the same as the others; Jubei dreaming that Venus is his girlfriend, and their potential life together. This time around featured a picnic in a lovely park, Mankey and Zubat enjoying themselves, and the couple feeding each other berries. This time around, Venus was in a pair of black floral duster shorts with a high waist, a black double tie-front cropped tee, a black bejeweled flower barrette, and no shoes. And like in the rest of his dreams, no cast; she was all healed, and happy. He still had the same black pants and blue button-up, and without shoes. She was seated in his lap, with her back to his chest, feeling fully relaxed. He wrapped his arms around her, leaned his head down, and they had a kiss as sweet as in the rest of his dreams.

Lightning startled him awake, but she didn’t even stir. Storms made him wary, so she let him stay in her room for the night; he had been sleeping with his upper body leaned down, folded arms on her bed by her pillow, and head rested in comfortably, when his visions took him away. Mankey, who never slept without its master in the room, was laying on the floor, face-up, limbs out.

Thankfully for his blood pressure, she wore long, high-waisted lounge pants and a cozy cropped (because it’s Venus) sweatshirt to bed, as opposed to one of her less modest nightgowns. Had she worn one of those, he would’ve lost his ability to keep his feelings for her a secret. And his ability to breathe.

As thunder rumbled, Jubei turned to Venus, who was completely unbothered by the storm. She opened up to him about how they were always comforting to her; how she would listen to thunder, and watch lightning, instead of hearing her sisters fight, or her parents... “get busy”, as she put it. The thought of her having the misfortune of hearing that as a small child, especially more than once and in her own home, made him grimace. Didn’t people have any self control? Especially around little children?

He knew it was creepy, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, as she slept. Her breathing was quiet and even, with her small chest rising up and down rhythmically under her folded arms, and her hair was spread out on her pillows. Despite the noise and flashes of light, she was so peaceful, as if nothing was happening.

When his fatigue caught back up to him, he rested his head in his arms, and drifted off to a now dreamless slumber. He felt more comfort sleeping by her side, as opposed to doing so alone in his own room, whether it stormed or not.

~~~

Before long, one evening, it was time for Venus’ cast to be removed, as well as her stitches. In the infirmary room, he sat next to her on the bed, and offered his hand to her. “Here, squeeze it as hard as you need to.”

She gave him a smirk. “That’s okay, I don’t need-” The look he gave her was replied with an eye roll. “Oh, alright.” Her tiny hand slid into his bigger one, and their fingers folded together. “Thanks.”

The doctor from before smiled at them. “Your boyfriend’s pretty convincing, Ms. Wisteria.”

They shared a glance, both faces red. “Oh, w-we’re not-”

“We’re training partners,” Jubei said, “And friends.”

“Oh, my apologies. You two would make a cute couple, though.” He felt like his cheeks were on fire. “Okay, you both ready?”

“Yes, ma’am,” He replied, as Venus stayed silent with a small nod.

(TW BLOOD MENTION)

The procedure went smoothly. The patient cringed just a little, and her hand barely moved. If anything, Jubei was more affected; he could barely look, as the stitches were delicately removed, the little trickles of blood on her ivory skin worsening it for him. 

Venus noticed his discomfort, and in a rare moment (for her) of tenderness, she gently squeezed his hand with both of hers, and their gazes locked. He focused on her emerald eyes (or her one eye, not covered by her hair) instead of the procedure, and before long, it was all done. The deep green hue was easy to get lost into.

(Trigger end)

The doctor wrapped her lower leg with fresh, clean bandages after taping a gauze pad over the area. “Sorry, no black bandages.” Jubei snorted in amusement at Venus’ joking eye roll, and mild curse. She was so cute. “Okay Ms. Wisteria, you can go back to your training after two to four weeks of resting.”

“I have to be on bedrest some more?” Venus cringed a little, as with his help, she pulled her flared, black pant-leg back down. (⬅ printed with white mermaid scales, and paired with, surprise surprise, a crop top. Specifically a sleeveless black cheongsam with a high neck, and a heart cutout at the collar. Why she wore them despite her ticklishness, he’ll never know. She always looked beautiful in them, regardless.) Her shoes were simple black flip-flops; he brought the right one with them, so she wouldn’t have to be half-barefoot.

“I’m afraid so, dear; you could worsen your condition, and prolong the recovery process too.”

“Oh.”

“Aw, have I not been a good caretaker?” Jubei teased her when she pouted, making it disappear immediately, as he pulled her in with one arm.

“You have been, shut up,” She snickered with a small grin.

“We’ll do whatever you want, but as long as it doesn’t involve you walking, or using your legs.”

“Thanks, Ju.”

The doctor smiled, and glanced between them. “I know it’s not my place to ask, but are you sure you’re not a couple?” She joked.

“Yeah,” Jubei laughed, “We’re not together.” ‘I wish we were, though,’ He finished in his head. “Okay Venus, let’s get you back in your chair. Arms around my neck.” She held onto him, and he carefully lifted her like a bride off the table, and set her in the wheelchair. He could’ve sworn her head snuggled on his shoulder for the few seconds she was in his arms.

“Thanks.” She smiled when Zubat nuzzled her cheek.

“No prob. Let’s get you home.”

In her room, she was set up in her bed again, for what felt like the hundredth time. She could do it in her sleep by now if she wanted; and same for him. “There we go.”

“Yep,” She sighed, and crossed her arms, “Weeks of bedrest... again.”

He smiled sympathetically. “I know it’s tedious, V, but it’s for your health.”

“I know,” She mumbled defeatedly, her gaze staying straight ahead.

He sat next to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. “Well, I’m with you through this whole thing. I’m not letting you go through this by yourself.” She looked at him with a small smile. “Although... I do know you like your alone time, so if you ever want any, don’t hesitate to tell me. Okay?”

Venus nodded. “I will.”

“Cool. So, uh... you want to be alone right now?” He knew that was a dumb question, but he still felt it was necessary to ask. He smiled when she shook her head. “Okay.”

“I did agree to tell you,” She smirked.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, “I just figured I’d ask anyway.”

“Yeah,” She giggled, “I was just messing with you.”

“Ah. So, what do you want to do?”

“Um... watch TV?”

“Sure thing. I’ll get some water for us.”

“Soda for me actually, p-please.”

“‘Kay,” He nodded, and went to the kitchen to fetch their beverages. When he returned, she was leafing through the guide on the TV. “More ghost shows?”

“Nah, they’re not on right now.”

He smirked at her choice. “The Addams Family? I’ve never seen the movies before.”

“You’ve been missing out then, buddy. You’re in for a real treat.” Jubei found himself catching his breath from laughing throughout their time watching. She was right; he was missing out. And he hoped the sequel would be on soon. As they watched, neither of them noticed that their heads were only inches apart. He noticed the scent of her green apple shampoo and conditioner, but was too distracted to move. It was intoxicating, and it suited her.

When a few minutes passed after the movie ended, he felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked, and to his surprise, Venus had fallen asleep on him, the day’s events taking their toll on her. He wasn’t sure what to do; it’ll likely get awkward in the next morning, but on the other hand, he was already comfortable, and didn’t want to leave her. The realization that he needed to brush his teeth made the decision for him; he gingerly guided her away, and rested her head on the pillows, thankful that she always brushed hers earlier, and was a heavy sleeper. After freshening up, he returned to her bed, laid his upper body next to her pillows like before, and let himself fall asleep.

He hoped to stay close with Venus long after her bedrest comes to an end, if not forever. It would be sad if they went back to being merely acquaintances, after the bond they formed during her recovery. He knew about her family, somewhat (she hadn’t filled him in on the darker details about the patriarchs), and he knew what she liked and disliked. It would be silly to revert back to being... not close. Were they close now? He felt like they were nowadays.

~~~

The next few weeks went by at a reasonable pace. Jubei once dropped Venus off at the noodle bar at her request, so Butch could visit her after training kept him too busy, and exhausted. She wore her best, black dress for the lunch, hoping to make a good impression on her crush. “How’s your recovery going?” Butch asked her after they were at the bar.

“Um, i-it’s okay,” She replied, her cheeks pink from his presence alone, “I still feel a bit of pain, but nothing serious. Jubei has been there for me throughout the whole thing, which I’m grateful for.”

Butch jokingly smirked. “What happened to ‘I work alone’?” He did air quotes around the last three words he often heard from her.

She smirked back after a bite of shrimp Udon. “That kinda took a backseat on account of my injury, smarty-pants,” She retorted.

“Yeah, I know,” He chuckled, “I’m glad you’re not going through it by yourself. Sorry I’m not able to visit in your dorm.”

“It’s okay; I know training keeps you busy. How’s that been going?”

“Eh, same as always. Train, sweat, fall over, wash your ripe uniform after it’s over.”

She snickered. “Ah. Cassidy’s a good leader so far?”

“Definitely. Sergeant Viper even calls her a natural leader; she’s surely got the bossiness for it,” He laughed.

Venus snorted, and giggled. “Well, somebody’s gotta have it, y’know?”

“Yeah, I suppose. I bet you would be a great leader, V.”

She hid her blush with her takeout drink, and attempted to push it away with a joke. “’Cause I’m bossy?”

“N-no, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, I’m joking,” She laughed, “But why do you think I would be?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. You just give off that leader vibe like Cass; like her, you’re smart, strong, and loyal.”

She smiled up at him, her cheeks now red. “Thanks. And so are you, Butch.”

“Thanks, V. And I hope I’m strong; I do all the heavy lifting!” He laughed with her.

“Flex for me.” She giggled when he did just that. “It’s like I’m having lunch with a green-haired Hercules.”

“Thanks.”

The rest of their lunch (date?) went smoothly. When Jubei went to take her back to the dorm, she was all smiles; he loved seeing her happy, though couldn’t help but wish he was the reason behind it. She had such a beautiful smile when it wasn’t full of mischief.

In her room, he set her up in bed again after she was in pajamas, and made sure she was comfortable. “So your lunch with Butch went well?”

“It did,” She nodded, then smiled dreamily, “He’s so nice to be around, and talk with.”

“Y-yeah.” He tried to push away his feelings of jealousy.

“Hopefully after I’m healed, he’ll... want to see me again.”

“Yeah, h-hopefully.”

Venus turned to him, a look of concern on her face. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from training.”

“Ah, okay.” She sipped her soda. “You oughta go to bed earlier; maybe the same time as me.”

“Yeah, maybe,” He nodded just a little, so she wouldn’t grow more suspicious.

“And take it easy in training, a bit.”

“Well, Viper wants me to uh, m-make up for lost time.”

“Ah, I see,” She nodded. He internally sighed in relief; she bought it. Although that was actually a truth, but regardless. She didn’t question it, and he was glad about that. Since it was a quiet, clear night, they went to sleep in their separate beds, Jubei dreaming about her again. 

The way her eyes lit up when he won her a giant plush Crobat on the boardwalk was a sight that made his heart skip a beat. In the evening, they rode a Ferris Wheel, where they shared a kiss at the very top.

Her mandatory resting time was coming to an inevitable close; and he secretly doubted Viper’s assurance that his feelings for her would go away that easily... if at all.

~~~

“Alright, the rope’s free!”

“Okay, lower me down!” Venus latched onto the Articuno statue around the neck once she was low enough. For almost a month now, she had been well enough to return to training, and was quite eager to do so. “You’re mine now. Alright, I’m ready! Pull!”

Jubei and Mankey began pulling them up with all the strength they could muster, managing to lift the statue off the ground. “Hold on tight!” It happened again; the rope slipped down in their hands, and the statue was dropped from a startled Venus’ hands. And like last time, it shattered on impact when it hit the ground, and the alarm started ringing.

As he watched her panic, he expected her to release herself and make a run for it on her own, just as Jessie did. But his prediction was false; the Goth scurried up the rope, untied her ankles, and rejoined him and Mankey instead! “We’re outta here!”

“Aah! Hey wait, what’re you doing?!” He exclaimed in surprise over the alarm, when he and Mankey were scooped under her arms like footballs.

“Taking you idiots with me!” She leaped down the hole, and ran for cover as fast as her legs could carry all of them, avoiding the explosion.

He yelped when the room caved in behind them. “Y-you’re not abandoning us?”

“No, we’re a team!”

The rest was a blur. ‘We’re a team!’ Her declaration echoed in his mind. Jubei barely acknowledged Viper’s lecturing about their botched test; all he could think about was how he and Mankey were still unharmed, and not left alone. Venus came back for them, just as Jessie neglected to, after his goof-up. And little did he know, she was defending him for what happened.

He’ll never forget her. And he’ll always love her.

(Look out for a bonus scene in a reblog! 😉)

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(A/N: Hope you enjoyed! I had a cold for most of my time writing this, and it helped me get through it! And this stayed in my drafts for over a month out of fear of the reception. 😶

I’ve been playing around with the idea of Jubei being the human partner Venus lasted the longest with, accidentally discovered Florence Nightingale, and this was born. 😊)

Outfits:

Venus-

Romper: XXX

Plaid Outfit: XXX

Duster Shorts: XXX

Tied Crop Top: XXX

Flower: XXX (photo by me; it’s a Penny Blossom!)

Flare Pants: XXX

Cheongsam Crop: XXX

Dress: XXX

[lizbombs95]

1). What is your favorite thing to do in bed?

Sleep

2). Have you ever had phone sex?

Ye

3). Have you ever had cybersex?

Ye

4). What is your most frequent fantasy?

Being caught with someone and "forced" into servicing everyone

5). Have you ever dreamed about sex?

Ye

6). Have you ever had a wet dream?

🤭

7). Do you like being the dominated one or the submissive one in the bedroom?

Sub

8). Would you like to be a part of a threesome?

Ye

9). Have you ever gifted your previous boyfriends with something in order to extract a sexual favour from them?

Ye

11). Have you ever 69’d with a guy standing?

Nope

12). Have you ever filmed yourself having sex with someone?

No

13). Do you like to talk dirty in bed?

Ye

14). How long can you stop your orgasm for when indulging in a sexual activity with a guy?

😂

15). Have you ever been in bed with a man and fantasized about another?

Ye

16). What is the most daring thing that you’ve ever done in bed?

Daring? Does making myself a xmas gift count?

17). What kind of lingerie do you like to wear?

Lace...

18). If you were here with me right now and could do anything with me, what would you do and why?

😇

19). Do you sleep in pajamas, lingerie or naked?

Panties

20). Do you ever sleep naked?

It's happened

21). Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Ye

22). If you had to kiss a man anywhere other than his face, where would you kiss him?

Chest

23). What would you do if you accidentally come across me while I’m naked?

🤨

24). Do you prefer making love with the lights open or closed?

Off or on? How do you close or open lights?

25). Have you ever thought about having sex in front of a mirror?

Ye

26). You like it when I’m shy and sexy or daring and sexy?

🤓🤠

27). Do you like your man to be aggressive and rough or gentle in bed?

Rough

28). If you could have a threesome with another guy and me, who would you choose and why?

🙃

29). What sexual fantasy would you like to try with me, given a chance?

😎

30). What part of my body turns you on the most?

🥶

31). Have you cried during sex?

Ye

32). Have you ever fell asleep during sex?

No

33). If we were only friends right now and I was drunk with you, would you take advantage of me or be a gentleman and drop me home?

🤬

34). If we were on a vacation and were having sex in a hotel room, and you suddenly realized that a man was watching us from the window of his room, would you stop having sex or continue it?

Continue

35). If I ever came upon you while you were masturbating, would you be embarrassed and stop it or finish doing your task till you cum?

Depends on who and vibe

36). Do you like being kissed on your back?

Ye

37). At what age did you have sex for the first time?

16

38). At what age did you start masturbating?

Fuck if I remember 😆

39). Have you ever been sexually attracted to the boyfriend of a friend?

Ye

40). What position do you like the most during sex?

Cowgirl.

41). What you absolutely won’t do in bed?

Eat ass

42). Do you like watching pornographic films?

Ye

43). Would you like to see a porn film with me? Will it excite you?

😒

44). What is your favourite thing to do in bed?

Sleep

45). A sexual fantasy that has not been completed yet?

Servicing multiple dudes over time. Some RP ones

46). Where do you like being kissed the most?

Neck

47). Do you like giving or receiving oral sex?

Giving

48). What excites you the most in bed?

49). Would you like to have sex with multiple men at the same time if given a chance?

Ye

50). Would you participate in an orgy, given a chance?

Ye

51). Have you ever had voyeuristic fantasies?

No?

52). At what age did you lose your virginity?

16. Unless you count oral

53). What sexual position do you hate the most and why?

Any that involved holding me while standing.

54). Have you ever sexually cheated on someone in your life? With whom?

No

55). Have you ever slept with the boyfriend of a good friend?

Ye

56). Have you ever had anal sex?

Ye

57). Do you like having sex drunk or drugged?

Uh...

58). What do you like to do after a healthy out of sex in bed?

Cuddles

59). What according to you is the best aphrodisiac in bed?

Touch

60). Have you ever made love under the open sky?

Ye

61). Do you like having sex in the water?

Not my favorite

62). What is the craziest porn film that you have ever seen?

Uh.."snuff"?

63). Do you have any fetish or eccentricity when it comes to sexual activities?

64). Have you ever had homosexual fantasies?

Ye

65). If I asked you to touch yourself while I watched you do it, would you do it?

66). On a scale of 1 to 10, with one being least sexual and 10 having a high sex drive, how sexual a person are you?

8?

67). How often do you masturbate?

Almost daily

68). Have you ever made love in a car?

Ye

69). What is your favourite place to make love?

Anywhere comfortable

70). Where do you hate having sex?

Floor

71). Have your parents ever caught you having sex or making out with an inanimate object?

No

72). How adventurous are you, sexually speaking?

Try most

73). How often do you visit a sex shop?

Few months

74). Do you use a vibrator? How often?

Ye. Couple times or more a week

75). What is the dirtiest sexual fantasy that you would want to fulfill soon?

Sex with a monster?

76). Do you like gentle, sweet lovemaking or rough and aggressive sex?

Both

77). Are you into BDSM? If so, who are you: the dominatrix or the submissive?

Sub

78). Tell me about a weird sexual experience?

Giving head while drunk and puking during it

79). Tell me about the best sexual experience that you have ever had?

Making love with someone I once loved and it feeling like there was only us

80). Have you ever had sexual fantasies about a relative?

No

81). Have you ever had sex with a cousin or someone closely related to you or even thought about it?

No

82). Have you ever had sex in a bar or a restaurant?

Kinda

83). Have you ever kissed a girl or another woman? Would you like to?

Yes and yes

84). What turns you on and what is the biggest turn off for you?

Respectful control.

Male superiority

85). Who do you think spends more time in the mirror: the guy on your left or on your right?

Left. Am I right?

87). Have you ever had a lap dance?

Ye

88). Has someone told you that they loved you, and you didn’t love them back?

Ye

89). Have you ever been tested for HIV?

Ye

90). What is your longest friendship?

🤫

91). Would you sell a pair of underwear to a stranger?

Maybe

92). If your partner made dinner and it was gross, would you eat it anyway?

No

93). Have you ever had pee in your mouth?

No

94). Where is the most public place you have masturbated?

School bus or theater

95). Have you ever gone home with someone you’re not attracted to?

No

96). What is the first thing your mom said when you came out to her?

97). Who would you do? Someone too high, or too drunk?

Neither

98). Is the person you lost your virginity to still in your life.

I try to keep them out of my life

99). Who would you do: regular or huge penis?

Both

100). What your favorite part of your body?

Butt

101). Where would you love to have sex?

Top of a building

102). Do you enjoy phone sex?

It's fine

103). What’s your favorite position?

Repeat

104).How many partners have you been with?

I'm not counting that shit

105) When was the last time you had a professional / good massage?

Too fucking long

106) Do you ever wonder if you have a drinking problem?

...no

107) Have you ever felt stupid on a date?

Ye

108) How do you deal with someone who you are not attracted to that is making advances on you?

Try to give signals. Or run away

109) Have you ever done it in a public place?

Ye

110) Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?

Basement at work.

111) Have you ever tried whipped cream in the bedroom?

Ye

112) What’s your favorite part of sex?

Sounds. Their facial reaction

113) Have you ever talked dirty on the phone?

Ye

114) Have you hooked up on a boat?

Not yet

115) Who was the youngest person you have slept with? How old were you at the time?

19. I was like 26.

116) What part of my body do you like kissing the most?

117) Do you have any wild fantasies?

Maybe

118) What would you do with me if we were alone right now?

119) What is your favorite celebrity nude/semi nude photo?

Gross

121) Is there anything you want to know about me, but didn’t want to ask?

122) Which part of your body do you consider most Sexy?

Boobs

123) What do you want to do with my body?

124) If you were Ellen Degeneris for a day, who would you have on your show? 🤨

125) Would you ever experiment with a glory hole.

Maybe

126) Should marriages have end dates that can be renewed?

What? No

127) Have you ever had a threesome? Would you want to have one?

Yes and yes

128) Would you ask me what my biggest sexual fantasy is?

129) What is the wildest thing you have ever done?

Fucked your dad

130) During your last sexual encounter who performed better: you or the guy?

Me of course 😆

131) Agree or Disagree: People take social media too seriously

Ye

133) If you have a bigger clitoris, is it easier to orgasm?

134) What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?

135) What is your longest friendship?

136) How long does intercourse typically last for most people? Sitcom length if you're lucky

137) What was your most embarrassing moment?

My friend walking in on me eating pushy for the first time

138) Is there something that you want but you don’t have?

Ye

139) Have you ever had a secret lover?

Ye

140) Have you ever had sex that was so good you woke the neighbors?

Possibly. You'd have to ask them

141) How do men fake orgasms – if they don’t ejaculate, isn’t that a giveaway?

What

142) How often do you think we should be having sex, in an ideal world?

As often as individuals have a drive for

143) Who in this circle would win The Hunger Games?

Wha

144) Have you ever been sexually attracted to a woman?

Yes

145) Give an example of an occasion where you deepen your voice.

Quoting something stupid a man said to me

146) What do you think is currently the biggest threat to marriage?

Unrealistic expectations society and family puts on it

147) Draw how you perceive yourself.

151) Has someone ever called you “tight”?

Yes

152) Has a stranger ever pinched your ass?

Yes

155) Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

A fwb. Eh

156) Who can you do an impression of?

Your mom giving head

157) Have you ever been slapped in the face?

Ye

158) Have you ever deleted a boyfriend off of facebook after a break-up?

Ye

159) Where are you most likely to find a sexual partner?

Friends

160) Where is one place you would never have sex?

Ditty bathroom

161) Do you close your blinds before having sex?

I forget most of the time

162) What sounds do you make during sex?

Sex ones

163) Do you use condoms when performing oral sex?

No

164) What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?

165). Are you a dominatrix or a submissive in bed?

166). Did you even send your naked pictures to someone?

No

167). What part you enjoy most in sex?

Cum

168). What kind of sex you like hard or soft?

Both

169). Are you ever a part of a group sex?

Ye

170). What is the sexiest thing you want to do before die?

Gangbang at the old folks home 🤷🏻‍♀️

171). Did you ever sleep with two guys in one night?

Ye

172). What part of man body you like most?

Cock

173). Do you enjoy 69 position?

It's fine

174). How many penis you have been sucking till now?

Too many to count

175). Do you like to use sex toys during sexting?

Sometimes

176). How often you do masturbate while talking dirty to someone?

Couple times? I don't know honestly

177). Which body part of yours you like most?

178). What makes you wet in seconds?

Superheroine

179). Did you ever met a guy who turns you on in minutes?

Ye

180). Did you ever think to sex with same gender?

Ye

181). Do you like when your lip is bitten?

Ye

182). Do you enjoy when I slaps on your butt?

183). What was your age when you lost your virginity?

184). Do you like sex with Condom or without it?

Without

185). Does your boobs get harder when you think about me?

186). Do you miss my licking?

187). Which body part you like to kiss most?

Neck

188). How would you rate my penis out of 10?

0

189). Do you want to involve someone else in our sex life to make it more interesting?

No

190). Did you ever sex with someone who is your father’s age?

Ye

191). If you have got a chance to seep with a celebrity then who will it?

Um... Idris Elba or Sol Ruca

192). Do you like to be on top or bottom?

Both

[stone-queer-crow]

For the ask meme: 10, 11, 30, 35, 77? Hope it's not too many haha, only answer the ones you feel like! 💕

Aww thanks for the ask, it's definitely not too many so here's some answers 🙂💚

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Yes actually, and I find it a hilarious story. When I was probably about 11 or so I was reading spicy fanfiction on the family computer. It was in my mom's bedroom but I thought I was home alone. Well my mom ends up walking in on me, and I have to awkwardly cover myself, all while she lectured me about how the fanfiction site was so irresponsible for that content to be accessible by kids. She even threatened to email the websites CEO. Now whenever it gets brought up my mom gets teased for her over the top reaction.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Ooo, I used to have a nice like black faux lacy pair, but they disappeared at some point. I think a machine ate them at a laundry mat at some point 😅

Nowadays though, I don't really wear any most of the time 😳😅

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

Well my sex toy collection is hidden and I wouldn't want the average person finding that. Considering I have a tentacle dildo in said collection 😂

Other than that I can't think of anything in particular that I've got hidden.

35: Worst possible time to get horny:

In general? Probably a funeral 😂

Worst place I've ever gotten horny? I don't know about the worst, but the most inconvenient was probably at a family get together, my ex was sending me teasing texts and pics the entire time 😂

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?

Ooo that's a tough one. I rarely remember my dreams, even the wet ones haha.

Hmm, I guess if I had to choose, there was once where I had a mostly lucid wet dream. I could control somethings in the dream but not everything. In the dream I was attending an anime convention, and eventually made my way back to the hotel. Only to find myself in a penthouse suite, where two people that I had a major crush on at the time were already there, naked and making out on the couch.

We all ended up having a very kinky threesome. Lots of bondage and impact play, some wax play, and a lot of orgasms for everyone. I distinctly remember feeling my body physically reacting at least twice. And when I woke up in the morning the big mess definitely proved that true 😅

[rationalcashew]

No one will probably care but I am insanely proud of my dogs (aka my boys or the boys) right now. So, I live in the Missouri. Where I live, specifically, we get a lot of super bad weather during Tornado Season (March through October—the majority of it is in spring, to be clear). So, tonight, we have weather that could result in an EF-2 tornado.

Round one hit about an hour ago. So, in the Midwest (at least, where I live) we have a tornado siren test the first Tuesday of every month at 10 AM. The last four or five of these, I have been taking my dogs to the safe place in the house (which is my bedroom walk-in closet since I don’t have a basement here). The idea was that I don’t want to have to fight them during the real thing (and, honestly, that would be how I died in that type of event 😂).

Apparently, all of that paid off because when the sirens went off tonight, Charlie (my 10 month old Mini Aussie) grabbed his bunny (his favorite thing in the world) and went to the closet with no prompting from me. Weasley (my 6 year old Pyrenees) followed him. (Side note: yes, the closet is big enough for all three of us to be in there quite comfortably.)

This was the first time they’ve done it without any prompting from me and it was also the real thing.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

What would be Mike and Eleven’s thing? like you know how couples have that thing that they enjoy doing together (for example: I think Lumax’s thing is watching movies bc of that one scene😭) anddd if u don’t mind also telling me any behaviors that u think they especially exhibit with each other idk

Even if u don’t answer this I still enjoy ur replies to asks and rlly like ur blog💗💗💗

I love both of these questions, oh my goodness!!!! And first of all, I'm glad you enjoy my blog so much!!! It's always good to know that people enjoy the content that I post!! And also, I'll always reply to any asks that I get unless they're like,,, spammers or hate or something like that, tbh, for obvious reasons, lmao. And now onto your questions!!

Okay, so, I've definitely given this one some thought and I have a few things in mind. And also, yes, going to the movies is definitely Lumax's thing, they go as often as they can, especially because of everything that happened 😭

And when it comes to Mike and El, I definitely think that at least one of their things is like,,, food and cooking/baking, cause like, a lot of her first foods outside of the lab were from Mike when she was down in the basement, and of course eggos stuck with El like super glue, and then the scenes in season 4 of them with the milkshakes and then them with the pizza and whatnot, I just feel like they're gonna do a lot of cooking together and trying out new foods together (ones that aren't as crazy as fruit on pizza, obviously, because Mike has issues with that 😂) and whatnot. And then ALSO pillow/blanket forts!!! They're definitely that couple that has cute lil blanket fort dates and they almost always have one built somewhere in their house or apartment. Sometimes they'll just spend a whole day or night trying to see just how big of one they can make, using every single resource they have available to do it. Sometimes they'll use them as ways to surprise each other. Like one of them will come home and there's one big fort or a bunch of smaller ones all around the house and then they have to go through and follow signs or clues or arrows throughout the whole place until they eventually find a present or a note or something like that, or sometimes just the other person who then delivers the surprise themselves. AND AND AND Mike definitely uses that method when proposing proposing El!!!! She'll come home one day and there's just this giant blanket fort throughout a really big portion of the house and she goes along and follows these arrows and sometimes the arrows will come with like, a little note or present, like an "I love you" there and a new pair of earrings there and then she finally reaches the last spot that has one last paper that's just like, "Okay, now turn around" and she turns and sees that she's in their bedroom but it's been completely redecorated with pretty fairy lights and there's bouquets of her favorite flowers everywhere and there's blankets that have been made into a little princess canopy above their bed and all this and as El's taking everything in, she then sees Mike and he's all like, "Hi" all casually but also grinning like crazy and kinda fidgeting a little bit cause he's just so excited and El's just like, "Mike, this is incredible, what is all this for??" And Mike's just like, "Well, I kinda had something that I wanted to ask you, and I've been wanting to ask you for a long while, but it's never really been the right time until now." And El's just like, "Okayyyy, so what is it? Is everything okay?" And then Mike just grins more, his whole face lit up with so much excitement and anticipation and he just pulls the little ring box out of his pocket and gets down on his knees and opens the box and is just like, "El Hopper, the love of my life, will you marry me?" And El's quiet for a moment and then she kinda squeaks and is like, "Mike, holy shit!" And Mike laughs because El doesn't usually just casually cuss like that and then she goes over to him and pulls him off of the ground and kisses him and then pulls back and says "Yes, of course, yes!" And then kisses him again over and over and Mike's laughing while also trying to kiss her back each time and and and 🥺🥺🥺 I didn't mean to go into that whole thing but I have absolutely no regrets about it, tbh, lmao

But anyways!!! Now onto behaviors that I think Mike and El exhibit with each other or things they really only share with each other. So, first of all, I don't know if this really counts in this specific category, but imma mention is anyways, tbh. So, I have a really big headcanon that Mike ends up going into writing and becoming an author and I really think that for a long while after he first starts actually writing stories and whatnot, he really only shares them with El and not with anyone else and it's kinda something that they just have together, you know? El always tells her exactly what she genuinely thinks about his writings and he takes all of her opinions and ideas and whatnot completely serious. Of course, this still stays intact even after Mike starts being more open with everyone about his writing and his interest in it, but still, El ends up always being his first editor/proofreader besides himself and she's always there for him to bounce ideas off of, whether it's just a simple short story or a longer story that he wants to take a shot at, and she's definitely someone that provides a lot of inspiration for him with things, tbh 😌😌😌 And also, some other ones. I definitely think that using sign language to communicate with each other is one, and I also think that they're very...quiet? With each other. Like, with friends, they're social and talkative and whatnot. And I mean, yeah, they still talk when it's just the two of them. But at the same time, they eventually come to a point where a lot of the time, they don't need to. I mean, I've talked before in previous posts about how occasionally El will go nonverbal and decide she doesn't really wanna talk much during certain times for various reasons, but I also think that with El, Mike uses that time to be quiet, too. Mike's a very social and extroverted and vocal person a lot of the time, but with El, he can be however he wants to be, and she'll still stick around. She won't mind it at all if sometimes he just doesn't feel like talking, just like he doesn't mind it if she doesn't. And the main difference between when he's with friends and family and when he's just with El, is that eventually they get to a point where outloud communication isn't even needed a lot of the time. They're very in tune with each other, in sync. They're one of those couples that can just look the other in the eyes and know what they're thinking, have a whole conversation all while staying completely silent. And Mike really starts to embrace a lot of that. There's also the fact that I believe Mike is one of those people that gets lost in his own head a lot, and so while he's just with El, rather than being brought out of that, he knows that El will just let him be in his head for as long as he wants to or needs to and El will just wait patiently until he's back out of it again and wanting to talk and communicate verbally, just like he does with her when she doesn't want to actually talk. There's a very profound understanding between them with a lot of things, but this one in my opinion, is definitely one of the big ones, tbh, and definitely something that stays just between the two of them. It might be mentioned, or the others might motive it at times, but it's never something that anyone else really understands besides the two of them, you know?

So yeah!!! This was definitely a pretty long post, but it was so worth it!!!! This actually helped me bring out a lot of my thoughts that hadn't fully formed yet or I hadn't gotten to really talk about much yet, so I definitely really love being able to do that!!!! Thank you for your amazing questions and for sending this ask just in general!!!! I absolutely loved answering it and I appreciate it so much!!!!! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night!!!!! 💜💜💜

[ginwhitlock]

do you ever feel like you’re reaching for air? or that you don’t know how to pray anymore or do you wonder why you can’t hear god when so many others can? I wonder if god had a plan for me or if there is still a plan for me and I wonder why my heart is all broken and bruised and I wonder why some people seem to thrive while others are struggling to stay alive and I wonder why he made some people happier than others? do you think god has favorites?

Gah. Sorry. This ended up more a rant than a question 😂 feel free to ignore, I just needed to get that… out

First, none of that was too much. Second.

Yes.

Of course I do (please don’t read that in a dicky way it’s not how I meant it)

Reconnecting with God has been, in the course of my life, a recent development. My grandparents were preachers but when we moved away from them, we stopped going to church. This was before I was even born. Long before. My mother believes in God but she doesn’t practice, no church no prayer no nothing. We didn’t even say grace growing up.

So I was an atheist. Sort of. More like I didn’t have a reason to believe. Nothing ever shot in front of my face as a sign— and I don’t think it ever will. Not in the way I always wanted it to.

And then I just. Fell into it. Really! I did! I found myself entirely alone. No one to keep me warm. No one to care. I spent most of my days laying on the cold floor of my childhood bedroom wondering if anyone would ever pick me. If I would ever stop being lonely. If I would ever be first place instead of second. And then the floor gave way. The sun was a horrible anchor in my eyes and my bones hurt and I. I had to get up. I had to scrub my face and put on pants and walk outside instead of chain smoking out of the bathroom window. My first real experience (the one I expected to have) was just that. Discomfort. Motivation. Struggle.

I do not pray well. I do not know how to pray. The only way I can, the only way I have ever been able to convene with god, is through Just. Being. Sitting out in the grass while the rain pelts. Parking in the sunniest spot in the Walmart parking lot and closing my eyes and just enjoying it. Kissing my mother on the cheek when she gets home from work and calling my brother and telling him I love him, despite all the nasty things I’ve said. God is love. God is loving. It is living. He exists in the connections we have with eachother, with the things around us. God exists in the feet of a rabbit first born, kicking and screaming.

Some days I am so empty I wonder the same things. What am I supposed to do after this. What does God have planned for me. Is there a plan at all? What if I make the wrong turn. I’ve had the same strict plan for my future for the last decade and now it’s in the wind. I don’t want to be who I wanted to be when I was eight. I don’t. And I don’t know who I am without that plan. Is that gods plan? To shake me up and spit me out, scared and unknowing?

It’s even scarier to think, what if gods plan is this. What if every step we take in our lives was preplanned. That long before we are born god has planned out every single second of our lives. What if our free will is the plan. What if every misstep is the right step. What if there is no bad path. What if there are only bad paths. Why do I hurt so badly. What have I done. What have I done wrong.

Maybe one day when I die I’ll meet him and he’ll spit in my face and tell me he hated me and that’s why I was raped or why my father beat me. But. I don’t think so. I don’t think he has favorites. I think every string of the web is important. You are important. To God. To me.

God loves us because we loved him first. He believes in us because we gave him that power by believing in him. You control your conversation with god. You are the most precious piece of the puzzle. Feeling alone is. Horrible. And normal. And it hurts.

He’ll never just answer us in the right way, right? It sucks. Sometimes. Sometimes… it’s the only thing keeping the sun in your eyes.

[sparkly-skies]

#oh i wanna write this so badly now this is hilarious 😂 LET ME HEAR ALL THE THOUGHTS

I think you've said it all already yourself but have some details I guess 😂

So, there's a few options now:

Either Joonas wants to visit Joel who doesn't answer the door for obvious reasons, and he goes over again later and runs into Aleksi who was just leaving Joel's place, so of course Joonas goes "huh, I rang the bell earlier, is it broken?", and you said Aleksi is a bad liar so he stutters and tries to lie that yes, it is broken, but Joonas sees right through him. - So he either corners Aleksi right there and then in front of Joel's door and notices how disheveled he still looks (his crumpled clothes and messed-up hair, because Joel doesn't let him stay long afterwards, right?) and puts two and two together. - Or he lets Aleksi go for now but decides to watch him more closely in the following days and eventually notices the hickeys, or maybe he forgot his keys at the studio and walks in on them making out in the studio? (-- or maybe he forgot/lost his keys somewhere but has the one to Joel's apartment, so he goes to get his emergency key from there and walks in on them?) -> but does he then just think they're dating? Is he hurt that they "didn't tell them"? Do they deny that and tell him it's just for fun and convenience, or do they not really explain much but at least one of them goes kind of quiet and stays quiet for some time afterwards until he asks to talk and confesses that he has indeed fallen in love with the other and Joonas' question made him realise that? Great, now I brought in some hurt for you and some realisation of feelings for me, huh? (-- also, what about the others? Does Joonas tell them? Do Aleksi and Joel ask him not to tell them? How would they explain that?)

Or Joonas wants to visit Joel but he doesn't answer the door for obvious reasons, so Joonas comes back later shortly after Aleksi's left and asks him where he was - but Joel is also a bad liar and Joonas notices his disheveled look and maybe jokes about it like "I see, that's why you and Aleksi have been spending so much time together recently, huh? *wink wink nudge nudge*" and has an Oh-moment when Joel suddenly blushes and stutters heavily - Joel tries to tell him he was just napping but Joonas can clearly see the hickeys Aleksi left and just walks into the bedroom like "ah yes, I also usually have a used condom in my trash bin when I was home alone for a nap" and teases him about it and asks why he wouldn't just tell him he had a date until the doorbell rings and it's Aleksi who forgot his phone - or maybe Joel does manage to lie a bit but then Joonas notices that Joel's wearing Aleksi's favorite shirt but Aleksi just wore that this morning, how would it get to Joel's place.... unless Aleksi was here too... but why would Joel not just tell him that.... OH -> and then all of those could also develop into the "Joonas being hurt they didn't tell the others they're dating, the two of them having some soul-searching and realisations about their feelings" thing. Great, now I made it about dating again huh?

[saiyanprincessswanie]

random get-to-know-me ask game  !! 

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

Cactus: something I’m learning? Hmmmm I’m trying to become a better writer and editor. It’s a learning curve as I never was good at writing anything. I’m also trying to slowly learn Spanish words. Until I get my cognitive issues fixed it will be a slow learning.

Bamboo: yes!!! Soon as I’m home I strip down to my underwear and grab comfy pjs 😂😂😂 the bra is off before I reach my bedroom.

Mahonia: what inspires me the most is my surroundings. I try to look to every life to help me stay motivated. I express it normally by my weird sense of humor.

Jasmine: I can’t say I won’t ever read something or watch it again once I experience it. If I love something I will go back to read or watch it.

Aloe Vera: I have always wanted to work with the poor in both the US and overseas. I’ve never been well enough to experience it. People shouldn’t have to worry about where their next meal comes from or where clean water is. I kinda wanted to join the peace core when I was younger but life happens.

Palm tree: where do I start? I LOVE villains. The joker from DC is my favorite. In the dark knight movie he made a lot of key points. Marvel there’s Brock Rumlow, Billy Russo, heck even Thanos made good points 🙈🙈🙈 I think I like villains as I have always liked to see why they tick the way they do. (Hence my criminal justice degrees)

Taro: right now I would tell them what I’ve been finding out health wise. I tend to keep a lot to myself to not worry those around me. I would tell them that I loved them cause I know tomorrow is not always promised.

Chamomile: it’s funny, my hubs will always say it’s hard to buy for me cause when I see something I buy it. But I love books, something mystery and suspenseful. I love anything with unicorns or heck Captain America or Winter Soldier collectibles. (I have a huge collection of both) Though anything that comes from the heart of a friend is always the best gift

[lady-maria-the-wolf225]

Da boys if they text you while you're at work:

Leo: how is my favorite dumpling doing?

You: work is a pain in my ass! But I can't wait to go home and rest afterwards. Lol!

Leo: oh? Speaking of ass, you didn't let me touch it. You made sensei unhappy. Boo hoo! Sensei is lonely! Please come home early. He must touch those buns tonight. 😢

You: Aww baby! I'll let you touch my butt when I come over.

Leo: what did we learn?

You: call you sensei when you're horny.

Leo: Good girl. This will be you tonight:😏

You: Lmao! Okay! I'll talk to my boss and ask to leave early from work.

Leo: please do! I love you my cherry blossom.

You: I love you too my blue hubby.🤗

Raph: What up my little cuddle bear? Daddy surely does miss you! yes he does! Come home early and daddy will treat you real nice! 😈

You: I'm at work still but I'll talk to my boss if I can leave early.

Raph: your boss better. Because if you don't leave in the next 5 minutes, I'm dragging your ass out of there, and we heading to my room and I can have you all night long. I don't give a fuck if ya get fired for it either.

You: hehe. Calm down big red. We can cuddle after sex if you want. You usually fall asleep afterwards.

Raph:

You: oh Raphie. 😆

Raph: Oh baby.🤤 See ya real soon. I can't wait to pound ya real good tonight. Love ya!

You: I love you too! Ttyl.

Donnie: ooooh how is my precious pop tart tonight? Please tell me you're coming home early. I miss your luscious body. 😚

You: I'm still at work Don bon.

Donnie: aw! You're missing your appointment with doctor Donnie over here. Tsk tsk. How can I have fun with my lovely patient if she's away from doctor D? Don't make me drive all the way to you and it will have to take place in my "ambulence". Come now princess. Pwease? Do it for me. I miss you! 🥺

You: oh alright. If you insist. I'll go talk to my boss and let him know I'm leaving early.

Donnie:

You: Haha! You dork.

Donnie: well I'm your dork, and you're my doll. 🤓😝 get ready for the biggest exam of your life princess. I wuv you!

You: I luv you too. "Doctor." 😄 see you later!

Mikey: Angel Cakes! I miss you so much! And Mike-zilla won't stop thinking about you too! Can you come home early? I want us to make noise in my bedroom and blast hentai remix music while we're at it! 😍

You: LOL! Are you sure Mikey? Work has been busy lately. I'm not sure if I can.

Mikey: aww! Please? Forget work! I want to see you! Badly! I want to taste your juicy boobs and lick your taco folds. Please honey pie. Don't make your orange hero feel lonely and sad all night.

You: oh okay. I'll go talk to my boss if I can.

Mikey: Yay!! I'm excited! 😁

You: I bet you are Sweet pea.

Mikey:

You: Is that sarcasm? 😂

Mikey: hmm....maybe? ☺😋

You: hehe. I'll see ya later! Love you!

Mikey: Mwah! That's my girl! Prince charming right here will be waiting for ya! 🥰😍🥴

[londonrih]

I’m going furniture shopping for chenford 😂 so I need help, this is me showing off my boujee interior designer persona, enjoy.

I’m trying to base their living room off of this picture.

Black, maybe a bit of white, dark blue and orange (there should be blue in this picture but there isn’t, Google I swear🤦🏾‍♀️)

The furniture I may also need a bit of help with😂

Their dining room is something I’ll skip for now alongside the kitchen.

For their bedroom, I don’t have a real color scheme at the moment, maybe some grey walls with a black framed bed? I have two options:

Canopy or Upholstered — pick your fighter.

I also really want Tamara to have a room here, the problem is—I’m wondering what is Tamara’s favorite color. From her current room she has like a mural and it’s a mixture of different colors, so what do you think her favorite color is?

Matter of fact what do you think Tim and Lucy’s favorite colors are?

Lucy- I’d say very vibrant colors, her apartment has the orange accent wall, with a light blue couch, and her room has they same energy with the canopy bed and a bit of yellow.

Tim-maybe some dark colors, which would explain why I chose black and a darker type of blue.

Their place is supposed to be a black and white modern penthouse, yes a penthouse.

I watch one makeout scene from Grey’s Anatomy and that was the penthouse that was used, I got inspired😭.

[thebadgerclan]

Breakfast In Bed

Pairing: Matthias Helvar x reader

Summary: Your husband makes you breakfast in bed...

A/N: Shamelessly writing and posting for by birthday 😂

When you woke, the first thing you noticed was that your husband was not in bed with you.  The second thing you noticed was that the bedroom door was shut, and you normally kept it open at night.  And the third thing you noticed was noise coming from the kitchen.  You heard clinking off each other and the smell of cooking bacon reached your nose.  Just as you were about to get up and see where Matthias was, the bedroom door opened.

“Good morning, my beautiful bride!” he said, still dressed in his nightclothes, a tray laden with freshly cooked breakfast in hand.  You sat up, leaning against the headboard, a smile on your face.  “What’s all this?”  Matthias joined you in bed, setting the tray across your lap.  “One of many gifts for your birthday, of course!”  He leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, a hand coming to rest on your cheek.  “Happy birthday, my Y/N,” Matthias said, kissing your nose.  “Djel had blessed me with so much, but above all, he has blessed me with you.”

“I love you, Matthias,” you replied, taking his hand in yours.  “Djel had been so very kind to us.”  He nodded, falling silent for a moment.  “So,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.  “What has my darling husband prepared for me this morning?”  Matthias sat up, clearly proud of himself.  “Your favorites, sötnos, pancakes, hash browns, eggs, juice.”  

The meal looked wonderful, and you pecked Matthias’ cheek as you picked up your fork.  “Thank you, dearest, this looks delicious.”  Matthias beamed, settling at your side, placing an arm around your shoulders as you ate.  When you’d finished, Matthias carried the tray to the kitchen and returned to you with a wrapped package in his hands.  He sat at your side, placing the box in your lap.

“Happy birthday, my sweet,” he said.  “Thank you, Matthias,” you responded, tearing the paper covering the box.  “Oh, Matthias!” you exclaimed, pulling a gorgeous dress from the box, pale blue fabric trimmed in white lace.  “It’s beautiful!”  “You like it?” he asked, voice eager.  “Yes, I love it!  Oh, thank you, darling!”  

You set the dress aside and threw yourself into your husband’s arms, peppering his face with kisses.  Matthias wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to yours, cupping your cheek.  “I’m so glad,” he said, kissing you again, and again, and again.  Matthias kissed you until there was scratching at the door, accompanied by a high whining.  “I think someone else wants to wish you a happy birthday,” he said, rising to open the door.  As soon as it was open, Trassel bounded in, leaping onto the bed and licking your face.  You howled with laughter as the wolf climbed atop you, and you heard your husband laugh as well.  A very happy birthday indeed.

[elysiansparadise]

Thank you so much ❤️ for answering so quickly I really appreciate it. It started in a bedroom where I was with this guy and we were sitting on the bed teasing? each other. At some point we got too close and he started kissing me. Like we were all over the bed and when his hands were going towards my hips my internal thoughts were that "I can't let him do this" and "what am I even doing" after that I stood up from the bed with my hand on my forehead and started speaking " oh shit shit shit no no no what have I done?"

After that we were sitting in some kind of circus with my boyfriend in the dreams and he was not the same person I kissed in the starting. Beside me was one girl in one piece which was of light green colour. The lady on the stage said something and all the people raise there hand. I was zoned out so I don't know what was going on Hence I just Raised my hand like others did. The girl sitting next to me was called to the stage and I saw Chandler ( yes the one from the friends) over there. I asked that guy (my boyfriend) that " "Chandler is here too? I didn't know about it. " Like there were now two seats vacant beside me. And before that girl in green dress went on the stage I saw that boy I kissed in the starting coming inside and sitting behind us.

Now that the girl in green dress is gone and Chandler's place is also empty. That boy gets up and comes to sit beside me then I get to know that he is friend to my boyfriend. And I try to get him away because he wanted to sit right next to me which I don't want. And then my dream is like over the last thing I remember is my boyfriend talking to him happily and me looking at him while he is standing to sit on the seat in the horrified look and wanting to tell my boyfriend everything. And apologize.

Now the thing is I don't have a boyfriend in real life and all the people involved in this dream were whites I am not being racist but I live in South Asia and this is a big deal for me like I could have had locals in my dream but all these people came in. I don't remember the facial features properly but the guy who was my boyfriend had light beard and very Messy hair. With Blue eyes the other guy he had partial beard on his chin and oval face with no hair I don't remember his eyes colour.

Lmao I don't know why I had such a dream it was so weird 😂 I know that dreams means something but I cannot make anything with this dream. Sorry this got extremely LONG thank you so much for reading though.

All I can say is that I genuinely admire how detailed you remembered it. Many people tend to forget their dreams, so this is truly amazing. My favorite part was when Chandler came in.

But seriously...wow, that was intense. I can't imagine how it felt in the dream, some are very vivid. Looking at the bright side, you kept an interesting anecdote, which is always really great to have. Thanks for sharing!

Also, if anyone feels like talking about dreams, anecdotes, or just talking to me about not astrology related themes, you can go to my side blog.

Nice day, love. 🤎