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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Oh... Bitch. #19 and I request Mikey. I wanna see your magic and well... His. 😏🧡

Oh yes, let’s get it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Michelangelo was dumbfounded. Truly stumped at the sentence that rolled out of your mouth.

He must’ve misheard, it wouldn’t be the first time, his mind always running a hundred per hour but this wasn’t the case.

Michelangelo gripped your feet, massaging the soles as you spoke. The two of you sat on the couch in the truck. It had taken several weeks of begging but Mikey had managed to swear on a stack of Wu-Tang vinyls that if Donnie lended him the truck he would return it in its complete safe mint condition. The reason for this was he wanted to take his girl out for a drive, maybe park somewhere nice, watch the night life, the city lights.

It was gonna be a perfect date for sure.

After some driving around, totally showing off that he so was a responsible driver unlike what his brothers suspected, he had parked. The two of you moved to the back part and enjoyed every nifty little gadget for entertainment that Donnie had installed.

So now as the two of you settled and talked about everything, the topic had shifted to sex.

For Mikey, even if his actual reptile brain was vibrating at the possibility of sex, he knew some of these talks were a means for you to find your ground. The topic often came up, not to say things hadn’t gotten pretty heated between the two of you, but it never escalated above some heavy petting.

Tonight though, Mikey’s brow bones shot up over the reason why you were still apprehensive of taking that final step. The reason though, just left him feeling incredulous.

“What do you mean you’ve never cum from sex?!” Mikey sat up better, attention at high when you covered your face and laughed. “It happens, Mike. More often than one would like but the guys I’ve been with just...” You trailed off, the situation was embarrassing as if.

Mikey bounced the information in his brain, were you afraid he would be another on the list? Then again it could be understandable, this was his first serious relationship. You noticed his pensive gaze and scooted close. “Hey im not saying you aren’t gonna get the job done, but my experiences just haven’t been earth shattering” You grabbed his hand, thumbs pressing on his palms.

Mikey shrugged with a shy smile. “Well, I think I can change that string of bad luck” The confidence was there and you couldn’t deny it was something that often made you giddy on the inside. With no hesitation you pressed your smiling lips to his, you felt the tips of his fingers caress beneath your chin. If there was something the orange banded ninja felt confident about, it was his ability to kiss. Often a time had he seen that glazed, love drunk gaze on you after a particularly steamy makeout session. Wether a soft, ghosting of a teasing kiss to those more messier saliva exchanging kisses. Mikey simply just knew how to work his mouth.

And you would be a god damn liar if you hadn’t fantasized about said mouth doing other things.

There in the softly lit back of the truck, you let yourself fall into the familiar ache that his mouth caused you. A few weeks ago you had ridden his thigh to the point of your nethers throbbing with a terrible need. Mikey’s lips teasingly kissed towards your neck, carefully raking his teeth over the sensitive spots. His kissing alone was far superior than those of your ex lovers, Mikey’s attention to detail when it came to your sweet spots was critical for him. He knew your neck was free game, too easy but he’d learned about your shoulders, about squeezing your waist and pressing you against himself.

He was well aware of raining down some cocky comments against your mouth or ears would deliver fantastic results.

You pulled back just an inch, eyes scanning his. You caressed his face, thumbs running across his lips, shiny with the taste of yours.

“Okay, let’s try it out” You spoke softly, cheeks flushed but eyes so very certain. He felt his heart rattle inside of him, nervousness rose but he fought against it when your hands caressed him so lovingly. You could reassure him with a look often times but if you touched him, ran your hands over his cheeks or arms, whatever self doubt would melt away.

Everything melts with Mikey.

Just like now, somewhere along the various sounds inside of the truck and the soft music playing you got up and started to undress before him. Mikey’s frozen in place but not out of fear or embarrassment but more so because he doesn’t want to miss a second of what you are giving him. Intimate parts of you he’d only gotten his fingertips to brush or lips to kiss. He’s mesmerized, hypnotized truly. Watching jeans slide down your legs and a sweater fall somewhere near your shoes. He can’t take his eyes off of you, sweaty hands pushing down his own shorts as he kicks off his shoes, thankful for not being in his full usual gear.

Mikey swallows dryly when your knees hit the couch, straddling his lap and effectively trapping him in your scent. Lazily you feel his hands on your hips steadying you. The kissing picks up again and you’ve never felt more in tune with somebody.

Somewhere along the heat his fingers find the clasp of your bra, hand at the back of his head you give him that nudge to do what he’s so very much craved. Burying his face between the two fleshy mounds he inhaled and shuddered against softness. Biting your lip you try to grind down on him, lost in the content sigh that blows hot air against your sternum.

“Mikey...” It’s a whisper against his temple, felt so deeply within his soul that can’t help but tug you closer to him. “You’re like, beautiful” He’s punch drunk and you’re pretty sure he just said that to your breasts but it brings chuckling smile out of you. “You’re not so bad yourself either” You take your lustful moment to run your hands down his chest, enamored with the texture, aroused by the strength you feel beneath your fingertips. You take a daring second to lean down and lick a slow stripe up his neck. Mikey felt like he short circuited with just that, he wondered if the rest of you would cause more of those sensations.

So he can’t help but find out. He moves you to lay down on the cozy couch, settled between your legs he grinds against your clothed heat. You want him already, quiet little moans escape you and go straight to his hard on. His underwear is past his hips and yours is pushed to the side and that familiar burn knocks the wind out of you cause it’s never felt this strongly. The shape of him makes you lift your hips to seek him out further and Mikey moans something guttural against your chest when he bottoms out in you.

“Fu-uck, oh god” It’s so sincere and muffled against your left breast that you’re secretly proud you caused that in him. He’s wary of his weight, one arm above your head to grip the armrest the other dug beneath your low back. He keeps you just the way you want to and the rest is your legs tightly snug against his waist, the edges of his shell digging in. That first cautious thrust is accompanied by his lips around your nipple. You shudder against him, the overwhelming sensation catching you off guard. You watch the arm above you flex, muscle twitch with his next thrust. He’s hitting spots that no other lover had bothered to, tongue twirling around your nipple alternating between sucking and biting the flesh.

You cuss, feel yourself shudder and stick to him with desire. “Jesus just-god!” You’re a mess of words when he licks all the way to your earlobe and bites down. “Just what? Hmm, girly you’re so warm around my dick” You must be red, every inch of you must be crimson because hearing him talk like that shouldn’t affect you that much. Mikey’s clearly riding the high of it, noticing how you clench around him and pull him into wet warmth.

Soon enough he’s thrusting harder, quicker and the truck is filled with panting and praising. You run your hands up his plastron, enjoying how that makes him buck more. He finds you lips and kisses you with a need that can’t be measured, tongue entwining with yours. The hand that had been so viciously holding the armrest snakes down your side and in between both of yours moving bodies. You feel the pad of his rough thumb slowly circle your hardened clit and the feeling is enough to moan into his mouth. Mikey licks the roof of your mouth and recaptures your mouth and it’s dizzying. The soft but firm circles on your sensitive nub make you squirm and tremble. It’s too many feelings at once, his cock filling you up, lips on yours distracting and that’s treacherous little motion of his thumb.

Soon you start to feel it, a tightening, a tension that makes you seek his thrusts out more. You want to moan but his kiss muffles it, tongue so busy making you needier. Mikey rubbed faster this time, the salacious wet sounds mixed with the sounds of slapping. You’re teetering and it’s too much for you to be able to concentrate on the kiss. Your mouth opens and you gasp when that free fall feeling hits. Mikey rubs and pounds and you cum. Your eyes shut tight as you scream, gushing around his length and spasming. Your back arches, hands trying to grab or push at anything. Mikey jackhammers the last of what he can and cums hard only making you shiver and spasm more. He buries his face between your sweaty breast, harsh breaths hitting the skin.

You find feelings against in your legs and your heart allows you to relax in the post coital bliss. “Was...Was that good?” Mikey sounds dead but so deeply satisfied and you giggle, the movement making your chest vibrate and he happily nuzzles your chest. “More than good, I think I lost my vision for five seconds” He snorts and you smile as you affectionately caress the back of his head.

“...Wanna go again?” You ask shyly.

“Absolutely” He grins against your skin.

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lunawoona11 · 3 years

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TMNT:Unity-Donatello

First up for the Unity Character profiles is Donatello! Credit for the Full body ref goes to the amazing @jadethest0ne Credit for the Shell ref goes to the incredible @a-dark-starred-universe Go check them out! Extra note: *Purple Is what a certain Foot recruit refers to him as.

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[Image ID: image 1 depicts a full body line art ref for a fanmade design of Donatello from teenage mutant ninja turtles standing against a blank lavender background.He is an anthropomorphic turtle with dark gray skin, freckle-like yellow spots on his face,head and upper limbs, and bright red lining on the underside of his limbs and down his face from his lower beak. A pair of Grey goggles rest on his forehead and a large deep indigo purple scarf covers most of his neck and flows to the right, the back of it rests on his shell.He has muted purplish gray elbow pads and a segmented belt of the same color, a segmented metal bo staff that has been compacted down to about a hand’s length for easier transport is holstered on the left side of the belt.He has deep indigo purple shin padding and a gray wrist watch with a blank bright blue digital face.He has a tan plastron which is segmented into geometric shapes, with inky black markings blotted around its center.He has three fingers on both hands and his right arm is reaching up to pull the front of his scarf down slightly while his left arm sits at his side, He also has a small dark gray tail and brownish red eyes.He has a pensive expression, one eyebrow furrowed and the other raised slightly. At the bottom of the image is a stylized watermark reading “Jade” with small fox head next to the e

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Donatello

Nicknames: Donnie, Dee, Don,Tello,Purple*

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 15

Turtle species: Spotted turtle

Weapon(s): Bo staff(Able to be adjusted to Jo staff and Tanbo staff size on the fly)

-The oldest child and unofficial leader

-20 intelligence 0 wisdom

-Loses track of time late into the night and ends up staying up way too late through a mixture of coffee and hyperfixation

-Good at making well thought out plans but struggles with thinking on his feet

-Has only two modes. Shy amiability and deadpan snark, no inbetween.

-scarf was made by Mikey

Likes: Farm management games, Paranormal investigation shows,Playing the drums,Pineapple pizza, Lava lamps

Dislikes: Milk, Headstrong skeptics,Sleep,”Roughing it” in the woods,Feeling unprepared, being the focus of attention

Image 2 shows a drawing of an ovaline black turtle shell with yellow spots scattered all over,, with the outer rim segmented with lines around the circumference. Text underneath reads “^Shell”.To the right of it is a drawing of a metallic Bo staff that is segmented into 3 distinct parts. Deep purple metal making up both ends of the staff, light gray metal making up the middle of the staff and dark gray metal making up the very center. Right now the staff is fully extended but it can be shortened, leaving it either just Light and dark gray metal, or just dark gray metal depending on the setting.Text underneath reads “^Staff.”

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selfless1978 · 3 years

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UNSTOPPABLE

Vicky walked into the lair, her eyes bright and a bounce in her step. He hidden secret had been exposed, and Leo was still firmly by her side. She hadn’t known how much keeping this secret from him had actually weighed her down.

“Hello, Master Splinter!” She greeted him cheerfully as she headed towards the kitchen. Placing the bag of groceries down on the counter. She frowned as she went unanswered. Usually he was quick to respond to her greetings, but not this time. She took off the backpack she had been carrying. It’s contents something she had really wanted to show her lover now that he knew.

“Master Splinter?” She went looking for the rat dad, and found him by the radio. Listening to the frantic calls between the brothers. “What’s going on?”

“They are out on patrol, my dear.” He still didn’t look from the radio, his tail twitching in agitation. “There appears to be trouble with the Purple Dragons tonight.”

‘Raph!’ Vicky’s attention immediately focused in on the radio. That was Leo’s voice and even she could hear the tense stress in it. ‘Mikey is down! Cover him!’

‘I’m trying! Can’t break through these clowns!’

‘Donnie?’

‘A little busy!’

There was more, but it was tuned out as her eyes narrowed. “This doesn’t sound like a normal skirmish.”

“It isn’t.” Splinter confirmed. “They stumbled over a major operation. It’s proving- Where are you going?”

Vicky had already snatched a spare radio and a small tracking device and turned from him, determination in her eyes as she strode with a purpose towards her bag. “To help.”

“Vicky, I can not and will not condone this! It is far to dangerous!”

The tall brunette snatched up her bag, opening it even as she turned to face Splinter. “All due respect, Master Splinter, but I’m not one of your sons. I’m going.” She yanked out what she had in the bag and began changing even as she stomped towards the garage.

Leaving a dumbfounded and frustrated rat behind.

All smiles, I know what it takes to fool this town I'll do it 'til the sun goes down and all through the night time Oh yeah Oh yeah, I'll tell you what you wanna hear Leave my sunglasses on while I shed a tear It's never the right time

She threw the bag to the side as she walked determinedly on. The clothes now sliding over her skin were old companions. And the unconventional belt clasp around her waist was an old friend. She was just as comfortable in this get up as she was in normal street clothes. The final touch was braiding her long hair to keep it out of her face.

Yeah, yeahI put my armor on, show you how strong how I am I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am

Mere moments later the motorcycle flared to life and she put the red helmet on. She hoped Raph wouldn’t mind...too much. Her now booted, not her usual sneakers, foot stayed planted firmly on the ground as the bike spun around. Smoke coming up from the hard surface wafted up around the black cargo pants she wore before the bike leaped forward.

She leaned over the bike as she raced towards the exit. The black skin tight swear she wore offering no resistance against the wind as he long braid flew behind her. At her hips, something that had been very meticulously crafted for her, and something she would need.

I'm unstoppable I'm a Porsche with no brakes I'm invincible Yeah, I win every single game

The borrowed Ducati shot out of the tunnel, popping a wheelie before it roared out into the night. She pushed the bike on to faster speeds and easily weaved through the traffic.

I'm so powerful I don't need batteries to play I'm so confident

With her secret revealed, there wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation in her. She knew this life, she welcomed this life. She was comfortable with this life.

Leo had been there through so much with her, all of her hurt and pain had been eased at his hands. Now it was her turn to show her love and dedication.

Yeah, I'm unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today

“Leo! We’re surrounded!” Donnie snapped out, even as he finally was able to get to his brother. Mikey was groaning and holding the back of his head, dazed, but he seemed otherwise to be alright.

Their predicament was anything but.

“What’s the matter, freaks?” Hun grinned maliciously as he walked up, knuckles cracking in his large beefcake hands. “Thought I wouldn’t expect you this time?”

“Your tactics are becoming pathetically predictable.” Stockman grinned from the side. “My genius was easily able to predict your arrival.”

“Oh, shut up.” Raph rolled his eyes. “Even idiots get a lucky break.”

“Idiot!?” Stockman flared. “I’ll have you know my IQ is-”

“Nobody cares!” All the turtles chimed together.

Stockman huffed as Leo frantically tried to find a way out of the situation. These two had obviously been well prepared. Blue eyes searched for some kind of opening in the mass of bodies around them.

Then he blinked in surprise. On the far side, rapidly approaching from behind the crowd, a figure was crouched low over a bike. Bright red helmet clear to see.

“Is that....my bike?” Raph also looked a bit dumbfounded. “That’s my bike! Who stole my bike!?”

Leo began to develop a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Oh no....”

Break down, only alone I will cry on out You'll never see what's hiding out Hiding out deep down

The bike didn’t make any move to slow down. The rider waited until literally the last moment before launching herself high into the air. The bike smashed hard into the crowd, taking out a fair amount of bodies.

Yeah, yeah I know, I've heard that to let your feelings go Is the only way to make friendships grow But I'm too afraid now Yeah, yeah

The helmet came off of the figure in midair. Vicky’s glare washed over the group of baddies before she easily landed, the helmet in her hand her first weapon as she swung it around her, knocking the closest circle out before she almost viscously chucked it at Hun’s head. She watched impassively as it bounced off of his thick skull, cracking in half.

I put my armor on, show you how strong how I am I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am

Now she stood tall and fearless in the middle of the crowd, her hands going to the curious objects at her hips, pulling them out. Then she pressed a button on each one and they snapped to their full length. The asps spun in her fingers, obviously she was comfortable using the oddly colored weapons. One blue wrapped in a red vine and leaf pattern, the other purple with orange.

“Let’s dance, fuckheads.”

I'm unstoppable I'm a Porsche with no breaks I'm invincible Yeah, I win every single game

“Get her!” Hun bellowed, and a sizable number tried to do just that.

Keyword here is, tried.

Vicky exploded into motion. Her asps came up in a blocking maneuver to block a punch even as her leg kicked out to nail him in the stomach. She flipped horizontally over his bent body before landing on his other side, now kicking him in the side and into the group. Her elbow slammed into the neck of the one coming up behind her, sending him sprawling before her foot came up and around. Connecting with his face and helping his stumbling along.

Then she went low, the same legsweep she had used on Leo was now used against the Dragons getting to close to her.

Leo stared at her, his mouth gaping open.

“Move, Fearless!” Raph slapped the back of Leo’s shell to get his attention. “Ya can wrestle her in bed later, but we gotta get Mikey outta here!”

Leo shook himself out of his stupor and he himself burst forward. Vicky had broken a weak spot into the press around them and he had to help her hold it open. His concern rising when Hun himself was moving in on her.

He blocked the punch from the massive human that was aimed for her head. His eyes now locked onto the leader of the Dragons as they exchanged a rapid flurry of blows.

I'm so powerful I don't need batteries to play I'm so confident Yeah, I'm unstoppable today

Vicky caught him off guard when she ducked under one of his kicks, then leapt high, her braid trailing around her as she spun. First one, then the second asp connected with Hun’s face before she landed and ducked under Leo’s own punch as it came in.

And so it continued, the two of them weaving around each other as together they kept the large man at bay. Even managing to drive him back step by step. It was very clear that she was used to this intimate way of fighting. Her movements flowed easily to compliment Leo’s and he began to feel a sense of wonder. How long had she been doing this? That she could move so easily with him, it was as if she knew his every move intimately. They both kicked out together and hun went flying, crashing through his own men and created the breakout opening they badly needed.

Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today

They both held the hole open as Raph and Donnie rushed through. The larger carrying Mikey while Donnie kept the Dragons off of their tail.

Once they were out of the main press of bodies Vicky leapt up and flipped over a few of the Dragons. Her intent to now retrieve the bike now that the brothers were clear. Raph would kill her if she left it behind.

Problem was, it was in the middle of Dragons. She just sneered and ran towards them, her weapons held ready in her hands. Once more she whirled, her arms moving faster than they could comprehend as he weapons hit home again and again. she finished off by kicking the final one in the face before righting up the bike.

Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today

Vicky fired it back up and let it spin out around her, knocking more bodies out of her way. She revved it a few times and it shot forward. It circled around the crowd, and she still held an asp in one hand. Her new game was smacking them senseless a she passed them by.

I put my arm around, show you how strong I am I put my arm around, I'll show you that I am

She knew they were bogged down in they escape attempt because Mikey still wasn’t fully functional. Vicky had to find a way to relieve them of that. Her brown eyes moved rapidly as she tried to figure out a way out of this dilemma.

Vicky grinned widely when she found her way out.

I'm unstoppable I'm a Porsche with no breaks I'm invincible

Quickly she collapsed her asp again and holstered it. Her finger dipped into another portion of her belt and came up with a kunai. She held it by it’s point a moment before she flung it, right at Hun’s head.

He squealed and ducked and it flew past over his head.

“You missed.” He grinned.

“Depends on what I was aiming at.” She smiled coldly.

“Huh?”

The strap holding the cates high in the air snapped, and they fell. Covering Hun in a mass of broken crate parts when they hit the ground. One lid sliding to form a ramp she had been hoping for.

She pulled the bike up next to Raph. “Drape him over. I got him.”

“But-”

“Just do it!” Vicky flared. “If this bike can hold your fat ass, it can hold the two of us!”

Raph just stared a moment before he nodded and handed Mikey over. Vicky made sure the youngest was secured then spun the bike around on squealing tires.

Even as she lined the bike up, she saw the crates move. Hun was already trying to dig his way out. She didn’t waste any more time.

Yeah, I win every single game

The engine revved.

I'm so powerful

The bike sped forward, rapidly picking up speed.

I don't need batteries to play

She crouched lower, eyes narrowed as she held Mikey firmly in place

I'm so confident

Vicky hit the ramp, ignoring the pained grunts coming from under the wood as hun was once more squished to the ground under the weight of the bike.

Yeah, I'm unstoppable today

They flew high over the heads of Hun’s men and landed on the far side. The Ducati wobbled a bit before Vicky was able to steady it.

Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today

“See ya fuckers!” Vicky popped a triumphant wheelie as she sped off with her prize, knowing the brothers would be easily to extract themselves from what was left without the worry of her and Mikey slowing them down. Her delighted laughter trailing behind her.

Unstoppable today Unstoppable today Unstoppable today I'm unstoppable today Leo could only stare as she drove away, his eyes awestruck and completely smitten.

“You owe me a new helmet.” Raph pushed Leo’s shoulder to get him moving. “Yer crazy cookie broke mine.”

Leo just nodded his agreement as he turned to follow his brothers out of the badly backfired trap. Soon, the only thing left was the groans of the downed Dragons, a broken red helmet and a completely confused and angry Hun.

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turningtummyrubs · 4 years

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Brandon isn’t sure what it is he ate, but he does know his belly’s been cramping away for the past hour and he feels so nauseated he can barely see straight. The strobing disco lights and music so pounding and loud you can’t hear your own thoughts isn’t helping either.

He and Remy had arrived at the school dance an hour and a half ago at 9:00, and only thirty minutes in, some point after Remy had snuck off to go hang out with his book club friends, his stomach had begun to rebel against itself, violently aching. Brandon, of course, hadn’t let any of the sharp pain he was feeling show on his face, instead continuing to do normal party things. Which meant dancing despite the fact it made his tummy churn furiously and drinking fizzy fruit punch which made his belly burble and burn, inflating with tightness. The heap of candies he’d been forced to consume haven’t helped either, sickly in his gut.

Mandy comes up, breath reeking of cheap beer, and throws her arms around his neck, giggling. “Heyyy, Brandonnnn!”

Brandon grunts as her weight slams against his sick stomach, the alcohol smell intensifying the hot nausea roiling in his belly. “Hey, Mandy,” he says, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably.

She leans further into him, evidently very intoxicated, and her pointy elbow jabs right into his upset tummy. Brandon gasps with the pain and practically collapses backward into the wall, gently pushing her away into someone else. His hand comes to rest underneath his shirt, rubbing helplessly at the tight skin.

The churning begins to settle as he stays still but when, the moment he moves, a horrifying rush of intense nausea fills his hoarse throat, Brandon realizes he desperately needs Remy.

He worms his way through the thick crowds of people, hoping they can’t see the blatant misery on his face in the dark when, halfway through the cafeteria, something tight seizes in his lower belly and cramps.

When the first searingly painful hiccup comes, he’s forced to duck into a dark, empty classroom and collapse into one of the chairs, head falling against the cool wood of the table as the agony in his tummy works its way up to a blinding peak and stays there. He gulps in heavy, nauseous breaths, whimpering as a sharp hiccup burns his throat and jolts violently throughout his entire seething stomach. Before he even realizes, Brandon feels hot tears slipping down his cheeks, completely helpless against the unrelenting pain.

He unlocks his phone with shaking hands and texts Remy: meet me in Ms. Lack’s classroom pls?

Remy arrives in two minutes, brow furrowed in concern the moment he spots Brandon hunched over a desk, cradling his aching belly. When Brandon gasps, something pinching tight after another painful hiccup, Remy rushes to his side, placing a gentle hand on his back.

“Brandon? What’s wrong?”

Brandon takes a shaky breath and, in a strained voice, says, “My stomach… hic—ow… it’s—” A sudden rush of nausea rises up his throat and he inhales a desperate, gulping breath as he violently forces it down, feeling the hot vomit slosh back into his contorting tummy and twist.

“Oh, Donny,” Remy murmurs, so softly another round of tears fill Brandon’s stinging eyes. He can hardly see now, everything a too vibrant blur in his periphery—backseat to the pain consuming every nerve and sense. The roiling contents of his belly roll and undulate like a gurgling stream and he’s forced to fight back another harsh wave of nausea. The fizzy, sugar water he’d drunk earlier that night begins to take its course, inflating his belly with hot, tight air and a painfully tense swell.

“My house is empty but we’re going to have to walk back,” Remy murmurs, rubbing his hand up and down Brandon’s back, though he can barely feel it past the war being waged deep in his stomach. “Do you think you can do that?”

Brandon braces his hands against the desk and pushes up and has to bite back a literal scream once he’s vertical. His belly feels like it’s on fire, and it’s so tight it feels as if someone’s wrapped a heavy rope around it and squeezed. He gasps and chokes on his breath.

Remy immediately helps him back down to the seat and kneels by his side. “Okay, Brandon, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to do as much as I can here until you can walk and then I’ll help you feel better once we’re back home, okay?”

Brandon nods once, breaths short and gasping. Remy locks the classroom door and turns on one of the lights so they’re provided with a bit of light before unbuttoning Brandon’s tight dress shirt so that he’s left in only a T-shirt. Brandon feels a bit of relief as his belly’s able to breathe again. Now that it’s no longer being suppressed by his shirt, there’s a faint swell to it—a curve as tense and hard as a rock. He still feels as if someone’s wrapping a rope around his bloated stomach and tightening it further by the second.

Remy pushes up his shirt so that it’s resting at the aching crest of the swell and places both warm palms on each side of the distended bloat. Brandon whimpers and presses into the touch, desperate for any and all comfort Remy might be able to provide. Remy strokes up and down the tight sides over and over again before cradling the base of the gorge and pressing his thumbs firmly into it. He keeps them there for a few seconds, just pressing, and Brandon’s head tips to the side as he groans. Remy then presses them further up, deeper into the hard surface. Every muscle in Brandon’s body tenses and constricts as the forceful pressure stiffens his entire being. A few seconds after that, Remy presses them in even further so that he must be at least a painful inch in before all the tightness breaks like a cracking shell and his belly softens all at once. Brandon gasps, breathing heavily as his muscles unwind abruptly.

Remy massages gently at his soft, swollen belly, stroking firmly up the throbbing muscles and quelling their painful trembling with methodic pressing and squeezing at the sore sinew. The firm strokes are comforting and help relieve some of the cramps, but all that tightness let up to a heavy, growing pool of churning nausea and Brandon would much rather have that nausea escape in what’s basically his second home than their high school.

“Ready?” Remy asks, removing his oh-so-comforting hands from Brandon’s distressed stomach.

Brandon sighs, takes a deep breath, and nods. Remy helps him up as he gingerly rises from the seat, a hand cradling the curve of his soft tummy, and he says, “We’re gonna—hic—ow… have to go—hic—slow, okay?”

Remy nods and wraps an arm around his tense lower back as they amble out the room and down an empty hall into the cold, night air. Brandon breathes tight and heavily the whole way there, stopping every few minutes to gasp and clutch his belly as sickness swirls deep inside like a nauseous whirlpool. He’s never felt this horrible before.

Remy quickly unlocks the front door after the painful trek up the stairs and Brandon immediately collapses into the nearest armchair, face sweaty and swollen belly bloated further from exertion. Some of that tightness Remy had managed to dispel back in the classroom has returned, but none of the nausea has waned.

Remy moves into the kitchen to make tea while Brandon slumps heavily into the chair and uselessly smooths his unhelpful palm over the throbbing swell. The hiccups return in full force and he whimpers as they rack his body, muscles in his sore abdomen clenching and twisting around each other, squeezing nausea up his throat. Some vomit trickles into his mouth and he forcefully swallows it down as a painful hiccup aches in his chest.

Remy rummages through the cabinets as the water in the kettle heats, smiling in triumph when he finds the two tall bottles of scented oils specifically for hurting bellies he’d picked up after one too many lactose intolerance incidents with Brandon. Once the water boils, he pours it into a mug with a sweet lemon tea bag and some honey and returns to the living room.

He brushes his fingers through Brandon’s hair and quietly says, “We’re going to have to get you upstairs, okay?”

“Hic—okay…” Brandon murmurs. They hobble up the steep stairs to Remy’s room and bathroom slowly and Brandon leans heavily against the rail as his belly begins to make loud gurgling noises. Remy can hear the fizzy sloshing as the liquid burbles against the tense surface of the swell. That’s what must’ve caused all that bloating. When Brandon hiccups, his entire belly ripples and when Remy places a broad hand against the side of the jutting curve, he can feel the muscles clench tight beneath his palm. He keeps his hand there, rubbing gently at the seizing muscles, all the way up.

As Brandon lowers himself onto the bed, Remy’s probing hand rubs at his burning intestines before sliding up the length to press at the tight crest of the curve. Brandon begins to drink the hot tea and Remy massages the heavy swell. It inflates and bloats further the more he drinks, growing tight beneath Remy’s palms.

Remy’s hand dips down beneath the hard curve into the soft underside of the bloating and the side of his hand sinks up and into the squishy, feverish area. Brandon gasps and vomit rises in his throat and fills his mouth. Remy immediately grabs a trash can and Brandon turns over the side of the bed as it spills out, choking and gasping for air as the hiccups intensify—both in pain and number.

“Bathroom,” Brandon pants. “I need—” His sentence cuts off as more hot vomit fills and leaves his mouth.

Remy helps him up and they quickly move towards the bathroom, where Brandon drops onto the tile and spews into the toilet over and over and over again. Remy sits behind him and slicks his hair out of the way, rubbing his back as he chokes and heaves.

When he finally thinks he’s done, Remy presses once hard into his belly and immediately another rush surges out of his mouth like a tidal wave. He flushes the toilet once he’s done and sags back against Remy, groaning with sick pain and heavy exhaustion he can’t succumb to because of the cramping in his stomach.

The vomiting has softened his belly further, though the bloated squishy area far beneath the swollen curve is still softest. Remy works his palm into the tender area and works up a queasy, wet burp.

He removes his hand from Brandon’s belly when it seems to be doing more harm than good and gently massages his tense shoulder as he says, “Let’s get you back into bed, okay?”

Brandon lists to the side slightly, hand coming to cup the soft swell, before nodding. Remy helps him up off the floor and they make their way back to the bed. Brandon lowers himself gingerly onto the cool sheets and lies flat on his back, the swell of his belly up, after rinsing his mouth out.

Remy places both palms at the base of the roundness, not the sensitive squishy area but a bit above that, and slides them slowly up the large swell, rubbing them back and forth once they’ve dipped back down over the tight crest. His fingers knead persistently at the painfully tense area where the top of his belly meets his ribs, smoothing over it until the tension breaks up.

The vomiting seems to have bloated his belly further, and the large curve juts noticeably out of his hips, round and noisy as a gurgling stream. Every so often, Brandon will hiccup and it will visibly undulate, starting at the base and travelling up over the length of the swell.

Once Brandon’s stomach has settled to something almost manageable, Remy takes the first bottle of oil—rosemary-scented and made to quell nausea—and rubs some into his palms before smoothing the slick liquid all over Brandon’s gurgling tummy. He starts with both his hands next to each other at the base and they fan out as he drags them up, smoothing outwards and around the curved swell. Brandon exhales wetly and relishes in the soothing pressing and dulling of the queasiness gurgling in his gut.

Remy works his hands all over his soft belly, massaging in the calming oil with his whole hand. Brandon’s eyes slide shut and he groans croakily at the comfort.

Once the rosemary oil’s all rubbed in, soothing the churning, Remy switches it out for peppermint-scented oil instead. This one’s designed to ease cramping. Brandon’s belly is particularly sensitive towards those, so Remy pours some into his hand and squeezes some directly onto Brandon’s outstretched stomach. Brandon shifts uncomfortably as the cool liquid hits his belly, but arches into Remy’s touch as he smooths it around in broad circles.

His palm dips down, pressing into the soft inflation, every few seconds to get the contents of his tummy digesting properly. Once it’s all rubbed in, Remy cradles Brandon’s tender underbelly, just letting the sensitive area get used to the feel of his warm hands before slowly pressing into the soft, pained area.

“Uurrrpppp,” Brandon belches, loud and sickly. He groans and shifts, tender belly aching with renewed distress.

Remy continues to persistently work at the brunt of the bloating. The area is softer and squishier than the rest of his belly, so Remy’s palm can press far into it, swirling slow, firm circles deep into his tummy. Gas bubbles gurgle against Remy’s hands and he firmly massages them until they let up to wet, sickly belches.

Remy presses his other hand far into the soft area until they’re both lodged deep in Brandon’s distressed insides before pulling them firmly up. Brandon’s belly ripples in the areas his hands leave, achingly tender but also heavily comforted by the solid pressure. When Remy’s hands reach the top of his stomach, Brandon coughs once nauseously and a burp loaded with hot gas rumbles like thunder out of him.

Once all that gas is out, Brandon sags into the sheets, lazily rubbing his knuckles up the side of the curve. Remy continues to massage his gurgling insides until he falls asleep.

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This is some (slightly?) newer writing. I’m trying to work on making more variation when I write but it’s way harder than I thought it would be haha

#belly kink #upset tummy #bellyache #stomach ache #belly rubs #bellyrub #bellykink #oc #brandonandremy #belly noises #emeto #nausea #my writing

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idleloves · 3 years

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࿐ * ₊ donny pangilinan. cismale. he / him. ⋆ * — i heard our new guest NICHOLAS “NICO” MANALO is here from SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA because HIS HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART PASSED AWAY. it’s good to have a fresh face around. they give off these IDEALISTIC, CONSCIENTIOUS, HEDONISTIC vibe who does SURFING during their free time. they are a TWENTY THREE year old who took a long break as a FILM INTERN just for this. i hope they find their peace in here during their stay.

𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 . 𝒃𝒊𝒐 . 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 * tw: mentions of a vehicular accident and death

*:･ﾟ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑺

full name: nicholas manalo nicknames: nico ( prefers to be called this, only his parents call him nicholas ) age: 23 date of birth: july 12, 1997 hometown: sydney, australlia gender & pronouns: cismale, he/him orientation: heterosexual, demiromantic religion: raised as a christian, now agnostic occupation: film intern at an indie company languages spoken: english, tagalog, ilocano

*:･ﾟ 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫

born and raised under the bright sun in sydney, australia, nico had a comfortable upbringing in the seemingly perfect nuclear family consisting of both his parents, him, and his three younger siblings.

he’d often be the one taking care of the kids as his mother and father were workaholics. as much as he adored them, his reprieve was being at school and partaking in after school club. he found that making friends came easy to him and easily slipped into a close knit friend group in secondary school, where he met who he thought was the love of his life.

they started dating right before high school and kept it a secret from their parents.

it was puppy love at first, and everyone around them always mentioned how perfect they were together, though none of them knew what went on behind closed doors. she was manipulative, possessive, reprimanding him whenever he got too close with other girls. she only ever allowed him to talk to their friend group and dictated most of his life decisions, something even his parents weren’t able to do.

he stayed because he loved her, he stayed because he didn’t know any better.

upon graduating high school, she made him apply to a local college and refused to let him try for other places, despite there being a film school in los angeles he was interested in. the entire group promised to attend together to preserve their friendship, but come the month before university started, he had found out that they all lied to him and were attending schools in different cities / countries. he felt left behind as he watched them all, even his girl friend, board their planes.

she’d often call him, and he had hope that things would be fine despite the distance. he felt her pulling away from him and he felt helpless on the situation. she’d come to visit him and her family on the holidays, the visits becoming more sparse as time went on. the day of his graduation she didn’t answer any of his calls.

tw: mentions of a vehicular accident and death

it came suddenly, in the middle of the night. the call and the break down right after. he was nearly inconsolable, losing the only person he’s ever felt truly close to, who knew him more than anyone. they said she got into the car intoxicated.

tw: end

it was then that their friend group decided to come clean to him, revealing all the secrets they kept from him of how she purposely plotted to make his life miserable because of how easily he went along with what she said, and that she cheated on him multiple times. he refused to believe them, the wounds of her passing still fresh.

the depression he fell into greatly affected his newly accepted internship, despite his parents hating the idea of him not being a doctor or a lawyer and pursuing film, they hated to see him self sabotage like this.

his little sister showed him camp zarafa, something she happened upon while helping them plan for their family vacation to the philippines. they all supported the idea of nico revitalizing himself somewhere new, somewhere with opportunity, and with little hope for himself, he agreed.

*:･ﾟ 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

grew up putting everyone before himself, it became a habit. he’s actively working on regaining more control, trying to set boundaries and practicing saying no more often but its still a work in progress

is slowly coming to terms with things, though his trust is completely broken and absolutely refuses to let anyone in his life again lest they leave / betray him again.

used to enjoy large group settings / had many acquaintances but now considers himself friendless after cutting ties with everyone from his past.

the type to immerse himself in hobbies in order to distract himself from his real life problems (insert this is fine meme here)

due to his reflex on keeping people at arms length, he’s the type to laugh through his pain and make jokes of things in order to keep the mood light and not go too deep into his own introspection.

generally very active, likes to keep moving in order not to think too much

the type to play blond in a dark room and cry while singing along to self control when hes sad.

the only passions he’s made for himself are filming, he likes bringing around a multitude of different cameras in order to film little snippets of his life. he currently has a small youtube channel where he puts his creations at, many vids are now unlisted as a lot contained his high school sweetheart.

*:･ﾟ 𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑺 / 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

a confidant ( though it wasn’t easy getting to that point, he made it difficult to get past his walls )

sibling like relationship

you walked in on him in the lounge listening to sad music and felt weird just leaving him alone like that

he’s craving a specific dessert his mom used to make back at home but his baking skills are dog water and you come running to the kitchen when a plume of smoke reached your villa

they leave him in charge of music during a party and your friends volunteer you as the one to tell him to switch the music up because you cannot shake your ass to sad music

one personality trait he cannot shake is his competitiveness and he’s chosen you as his new rival

neither of you are friends in the way that you know each other’s favorite colors much less your middle names but the second alcohol is involved, you two are definitely the dynamic duo

he’s always had to be the responsible one, and now that he’s lost he finds you and you’ve become something like a role model to him

bad influence

#zarafa:intro #i do not have my pages up but i'll get to that soon huhuhu #howdy folks super excited to be here!!!

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thelostandforgottenangel · 5 years

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Bad Day

It was easy to tell when you walked into the lair that something wasn't right for instance the normally relaxed atmosphere was suddenly chaotic and the yelling coming from the dojo was more then less surprising or at least it was until you heard the angry voice of the genius turtle yelling right back

Donatello never yelled rarely did he raise his voice unless something was really wrong or Mikey had once again broken something in his lab

Before you could call out to let the turtles know you were there something - or someone hit the floor and Donnie was storming through the living area growling and muttering under his breath as he headed for the lab, caution told you not to follow if he was in that bad a mood to actually be raising his voice would he even want your company

That thought left your mind as you realized your feet were moving anyways the door was still open so stepping inside you saw the normally chaotic and messy room was completely clean and organized nothing out of place nothing sitting on the desk his collection of coffee mugs gone and every surface wiped clean, and right there in the center of it was Donatello pacing furiously looking angrier than you had ever seen him in all the time you had known the four Mutant Turtles

You now could see the problem and why he was so pissed off to begin with

After months of hearing Leonardo's threat to straighten up the lab due to his impulsive need for cleanliness your best guess was while Donnie was either sleeping or out checking the security system the leader of the group had recruited the other two brothers and possibly their friends and had cleaned the entire lab spotless. Everything was organized to Leo's liking and you had to admit the room looked good but you knew Donnie; you also knew everything even out of place was organized to him it didn't matter what it was the genius knew exactly where to find it when he needed it and from just glancing you could see he had been searching for something that he can now no longer find

Although you couldn't hear words it was very clear his anger was being expelled in harsh words and filthy names against his brothers small angry clicks and chirps in his secret language we're being vocalized, he wasn't making any sense yet you ignored all thoughts and reasoning that bothering him right then was a bad idea stepping towards him calling out his name in a sweet tone, barely the heat of your hand near his skin as you reached out then instantly you were against him in a tight grasp his breathing coming out as hisses has he muttered and cursed louder before you were in his arms pressed firmly against his chest as he kissed you hard and in a way you had yet to experience from him, his body shaking from the anger as he suddenly lifted your body placing you on the closest desk roughly his hands cupping both sides of your face and a good portion of your neck from the size difference so lost in the kiss it didn't even matter if you were in trouble or not

You two had been friends for the longest time ever since you had met the turtles and quite recently both of you had just started to explore the fact that even with denying it you had feelings for one another this wasn't something that had become a planned subject you would only kissed once but In the heat of the moment there was no way to say no or order him to stop not when you wanted it bad

Your clothes regrettably didn't stand a chance

His lips didn't leave yours as he shredded them from your body which he instantly started to touch and squeeze groaning softly at the feeling of soft skin under his palms roughly swiping one hand sending the organized pens and pencils in small containers, papers stacked neatly, folders and anything on the desk went flying to the floor with no care as he pushed the smaller body back undoing his pants with one hand as your tiny hands kept him in place pushing the suspenders off his shoulders his glasses were already off his face probably laying somewhere on the ground as you started to respond to his sudden actions

The biggest pet peeve you had and something that had made him fall for you was him keeping his mask on constantly even around bedtime but one finger hooked through the cloth and the mask was around his neck your hands coiling into it pulling him down on top of you, a growl like nothing you had ever heard before rumbled his chest as he entered you fast and with no warning every solid inch of his impressingly massive length not only filled but stretched you wide in one thrust both of you letting out a chorus of pleasured sounds

Your body was ready for him just from the rough beginning but there was still a gasped cry and the arching of your hips as he started to hammer into the wet heat that enveloped him groaning and grunting wildly as he took every bit of frustration out on the smaller form beneath him your lips were bruising from the intensity of his passion, your hips would likewise probably be discolored as well but this was new and so interesting you didn't have the clear thinking consciousness to tell him to stop nor did you give a flying fuck

The genius never lost his cool never showed frustration even when he was about to lose his mind, he never did anything like this but damn you were loving it!

His hands slipped down your body as his teeth bit into your lower lip feeling his touch over your chest pulling a needy groan from his throat as he squeezed both breasts wantonly then slipping down your belly until both legs were over his arms leaving you wide open and defenseless just as his hips started to gain more ferocity in thrusting his growling almost feral as he marked your skin repeatedly dark red developed under his mouth before he moved again to latch onto another spot of soft silken pale skin, a helpless cry ripped from your lungs echoing through the room and possibly outside due to the door was still standing wide open before his name was being chanted loudly almost like a plea for more

It was as if your voice almost snapped him out of his anger for a moment his hips faltered as you reached down finding his pants undone but still hanging on his hips grinning as your fingers found the straps of his suspenders winding them around your wrist and hand the moment he seem to almost stop but a firm tug shoved him in completely trembling wildly as he was forced inside until you were positive you could feel him all the way up to your stomach if it was even remotely possible screaming out happily the turtle's hips started to move once more going deeper than before as you guided him in what you desired

For a moment the thought of him flipping the desk with his wild movements entered your mind until his body was leaned over you one hand at your neck lightly squeezing growling out you were his as he throbbed inside that tight coil while the other found purchase on the top part of his desk holding it in place as he thrusted and pounded into the now soaked center of his mate leaving nowhere for her to go but take the full brunt of his needs

The burning knot that pulled in your stomach told not only you your body was reaching its limit but the tight coil that was pulsing around Donatello's still moving cock told him to let you have it, there was no movement from him that you saw but instantly your body was yanked further down the desk bottom half hanging off the edge as he shoved your legs higher onto his shoulders moaning wildly his hips pounded him deep keeping him seated in your womb grinning has your hands pulled him closer by tugging on his suspenders, the throb growing more painful by the second as both grew closer to the finish

He knew his body well and the moment he felt the heat boiling at his base he knew he wouldn't last much longer wanting to get every bit of pleasure he could he forced your legs open wide meeting your eyes as he growled out your name softly then raised as his hips started to move sloppy his thrusts uneven yet stronger than ever having never felt anything so good he was growing closer by the second

"C-Cumming... Fuck I'm cumming! Oh fuck- I gotta-" his hands quickly landed on the desk trying to pull himself up to pull out of the woman under him once he felt his cock throb and pulse just before he orgasmed almost pulling completely out; what he hadn't been expecting was the second he stood up straight your hands we're still tangled in his suspenders, the feeling of him pulling out of you just as your orgasm washed over your senses made you pull him forward again not knowing just how close he was having not believed his words

He underestimated your strength and before he could do anything the strong pull from you shoved him completely back in all the way up to the hilt as your legs hooked behind his shell, that one move sent him over into one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever felt his hands snapped to your hips shoving you down fully as he roared out his finish

The heat of his hot cum suddenly filled your insides before you were screaming out at the top of your lungs one hand moving to his chest plate trying to keep him from going too deep but it was too late he rode out his climax roughly spilling every ounce of his seed into your waiting womb your eyes rolling back as his grip tightened keeping your hips elevated as he made you his churring as if he was in heat

It felt like it took forever but finally the genius turtle's grasp on your hips eased leaving him panting and groaning before he fell back landing in his chair pulling you with him both of you breathing hard. Still in the cusp of your second orgasm that had crashed through you like a tsunami wave your eyes watering and your tongue hung out between your lips, shuttering and twitching against his chest completely flushed and still filled to the brink with his hot load and his hard length keeping it all in place

A soft relaxed chuckle left Donatello's lips as he clutched his chairs arms leaned back ever-so-slightly keeping your limp body safely against his as he finally looked down at you "Hey there love - what brings you down here"

Even with as tired as you were and how completely wiped your mind was in that very moment you still manage to smile shaking your head unsure why you had came down to visit anymore hoping that after a small breather and hopefully with his help maybe you could remember that and maybe your own name

@bloody-dark-shells03 @fyreball66 @lonelyheart-clubband got off work early and this has been bouncing around in my head for the last 2 weeks so couldn't help it I do apologize and I hope you all enjoy... 🤣😂💕

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello #tmnt x reader

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getalittleclosey · 4 years

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under 25k larry fic rec

hi! i’m becca and i read...so much fic. these rec lists are an accumulation of fic that i’ve read or reread and extra loved from 2016-now. there’s a wide range of stuff here and i think there’s definitely something for everyone!! i divided them up by length so you can check out all those categories below!

please make sure to read tags and warnings on all these fics!! the only things i think i can guarantee is that these are all larry, there’s no non-con, no age play, no eating disorders, no mentions of bg, they end happy, and they’re mostly aus. oh and they’re all on ao3 and some are locked so you’ll need an account! anyway i hope y’all enjoy!!!

under 5k

under 10k

under 50k

under 100k

100k+

☆ watching the world fall by whoknows 12k

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

☆ enjoy the ride by 2tiedships2 11k

“Stop sulking and get up. I have a proposition to make.”

“Niall?” Louis questioned. “Do you think I should put glow in the dark stars on my ceiling?”

He looked over and found Niall giving him an unimpressed look.

“So, no?” Louis asked. “No stars?”

“We’re going on a road trip,” Niall stated.

Louis looked back at his starless ceiling and waved farewell to Niall. “Cool. Have fun!”

“No, you idiot.” Niall let out a frustrated sigh. “You, me, Liam, and Harry.”

Louis glanced over to Niall and back to the ceiling. “Who’s Harry?”

Or the one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

☆ like to keep you laughing by kikikryslee 13k

Louis gasped. “Are you straight? Oh, I'm sorry, man. You should’ve just told me; I would’ve left you alone.” “No, no, that’s not it," Harry said. "I like guys. I definitely like guys.” “OK…” “Louis, I’m ace.” Louis snorted. “Kind of full of yourself, aren’t you?” --- Or, the one where Louis is a frat boy who likes to hook up and Harry is someone who doesn't hook up ever.

note: ace and aro rep bless

☆ say that you can see me (i’ll speak up i swear) by coffeelouis (streamtpwk) 20k

“Well, it’s not like anyone really RSVPs,” Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, “No one takes Facebook events seriously.” Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer.

“But aren’t you guys friends?” Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone.

“Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes,” Liam reasons, “But I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?”

Harry groans. “You’re the fucking worst.”

[or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]

☆ a fire in us by hereforlou 12k

Louis had always thought it wouldn’t catch him off-guard. If he ever got his Time, he would be ready, and he would be calm, and he would make his way to wherever his soulmate waited for him and blow them away with how ready and calm he was.

When he got his Time on that Monday, years after he had stopped fantasizing about meeting his soulmate, Louis was not ready, and he was not calm. What he was was late.

(Or, the one where Harry waits and Louis worries.)

☆ just like the wolf before he bites by whoknows 11k

He’s loud, Louis is, and that’s far from unusual for him, but the volume of it still has Harry pulling back the curtain. There’s a half-formed thought in the back of his brain about telling Louis off, because it’s fucking half three in the morning, but then.

But then Harry’s eyes get stuck on the soft glint of Louis’ stubble in the light, and he’s making his way across the room before he even realizes it.

Louis, for his part, just tips his chin up to give Harry space and keeps talking, waving the joint in his hand around for emphasis. He doesn’t even bother to greet Harry, going on with his story to his semi-rapt audience, just settles a hand in between Harry’s shoulder blades and pushes him down firmly.

Harry just. Relaxes. His eyes slip closed, pushing his entire face into that spot underneath Louis’ chin, where his hair is still growing, neat and prickly. The scent of Louis’ cologne drifts into Harry’s nose, light and fresh, and it’s calming. Comforting. His breathing syncs up with Louis’ quickly, and Harry feels so much better than he had five minutes ago he almost wants to cry.

note: i’m rewatching teen wolf so this hits different

☆ wine not? by multiple authors 21k

Louis’ Wine Dive is a bar run by the people for the people. Wine Styles is a boutique tasting room that caters to a more highbrow clientele. When their worlds clash on a beautiful Charleston street, one of these owners may find that an ounce of pretension doesn’t stand a chance against a pound of perseverance.

☆ ain’t that a kick in the head by multiple authors 22k

“Well.” Niall unlocks his phone. “It wasn’t getting the traction I wanted on Snapchat. So…I tweeted it.”

What.

“You tweeted it,” Harry states, nearing a state of brain dead. “To your ten thousand followers.”

Niall nods, handing Harry the phone. “You’re a meme, Harry.”

“I’m a what?”

“A meme. It’s like an internet—”

“I know what a fucking meme is, Niall! Why did you make me into one?”

Niall has the fucking balls to cackle at that while Harry looks at the mess his former friend created. Videos of him screaming at Tomlinson about Tide Pods and his ass are being quoted and combined with memes to a create a level of memeception Harry has never seen before. That isn’t even including the thousands of tweets of him falling up the stairs remixed with random Top 40 songs.

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

☆ tyger! tyger! burning bright by ryanreynolds 12k

They put on the Great British Bake Off, in a house in Donny, in England, that’s maybe inhabited by two ghosts, two lovers, stuck in the house where they used to have a life, so far away from the time they were born in. // A Buzzfeed Unsolved AU in which Harry and Louis died in a fire in the late 1800's, but death isn't the end.

☆ for the first time by mixedfandomfics 22k

The first Harry that Louis met was at his third school in as many years, and had shoved Louis’ head into the toilet when he walked into the mens restroom. Some slurs had been used, but the whole incident was kind of blurry thanks to the concussion he got when his head hit the tile floor.

The second Harry was a TSA agent when Louis was sixteen, returning from a trip abroad. The agent had smirked at Louis passport. “Layla, huh? Should think about dressing a little more feminine, no guy is gonna want you looking like that.”

Louis doesn’t want to see if “third time’s the charm” applies here. He’s finally secure in his life and happy, and he doesn’t want the heartbreak if his soulmate is just another bigot that wanted Layla and not Louis. Sue him for avoiding the pain.

☆ all i need is oxygen (and you) by lululawrence 12k

There are only two ways to navigate Bloomfield High School: become popular or make yourself invisible.

With the help of his best mate Niall, Harry’s introduction to high school hadn’t been half bad. Despite being a “bandie” – the lowest of the low in the ancient hierarchy of high school –Harry had somehow managed to survive freshman year relatively unscathed. So naturally, Harry would have been perfectly happy to resume his position of invisible trombone player number four for the remainder of high school. But one day something drastic happened, something that would change the course of Harry’s entire existence (probably).

It was the last football game of his freshman year, and the band was back in the stands after performing a rousing rendition of Bloomfield’s alma mater during half time. Harry was gracelessly wiping the slobber from the mouthpiece of his trombone when he saw him.

Louis Tomlinson.

Or...a High School AU where Harry is a bandie and Louis is the epitome of cool, so naturally, Harry must find a way to get his attention and win his affections.

☆ come together by bottomlinsons 11k

Harry and Louis slept together three weeks ago, and haven't talked.

Their coming group project is gonna change that.

☆ honey at seven by louiesunshine 11k

He’s in head to toe in khaki, from the oversized shorts showing off his thin and tanned legs to the buttoned-up shirt which is hiding his true form underneath. If his muscular arms have any indication, Louis easily assumes he’s fit and toned. A dark brown leather belt ties around his slim waist. And to top it all off, the man proudly wore a safari hat on his dark wavy hair.

Unfortunately from where Louis is at, he can’t get a clear view of the man’s eyes. But he’s able to see a strong jawline and a simple dimple curving his cheek. God.

Being the impatient guy that he is, he not so kindly pushes both Niall and Liam forward to speed them up.

“Welcome, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Hop on in and watch your head. If you happen to miss your step and hit your head, then lower your voice and watch your language. This is a family attraction and we’d like to keep it that way.”

Or, where Louis goes to Disneyland for his birthday and finds himself a cute Jungle Cruise skipper.

☆ the switch (love is blind) by writeroffictions 13k

A Model Behavior/Princess Switch AU: Harry Styles is a doppelganger for the new face of Gucci, runway model, Dean Rose. Harry is asked to pose as him one night for an event, because the actual Dean Rose is violently ill. This leads Harry to meeting his celeb crush, Global Superstar Louis Tomlinson. Sparks fly. But are any of them real?

☆ fiction romance by orphan_account 18k

Harry has a type.

He likes older, sophisticated, mature men. Well-educated men. Men with life experience and passion for arts and social causes. Men who are established in their careers, who've sorted their lives out.

Niall knows this.

And so Harry can't understand why he's sat here opposite Louis Tomlinson.

A punk Louis/uni Harry blind date AU.

☆ under me, you by hazzafrazza (colberry) 12k

You Won’t Believe Who Was Spotted Leaving Harry Styles’ Primrose Hill Pad! If Harry was being completely honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be a world-renowned popstar and an infamous vigilante.

(Especially when all the comic books said never reveal your secret identity to keep your loved ones safe – which was all well and good, until Louis.)

Or: Harry wants a lot of things – fame, glory, Louis – but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks you’re dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly you’ve become your own worst cockblock.

☆ superhuman tonight by rearviewdreamer 23k

A group of young offenders doing community service get struck by lightning during a storm, and begin to develop superpowers.

☆ sing you butterflies by objectlesson 23k

Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.

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or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap.

☆ i’ll be your love tonight by dinosaursmate 20k

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to walk away from you.” “So don’t.” Harry ran a fingertip over Louis’ thigh. “Stay with me.” - It's the summer of 1999 and Louis Tomlinson has been abandoned at a house party. A dispute over Smirnoff Ice and several night buses later, Louis is unsure how he'll ever walk away from this lovely, curly-haired boy.

☆ carried away like butterflies by dinosaursmate 17k

“Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.” “Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!” “You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?” Realisation dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry? He remembered Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping around his- “Lou?” “Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.” - It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn't seem to remember him.

☆ head head heart by turnyourankle 12k

After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace. He tries taking the matter in his own hands before Louis intervenes with a plan of his own.

☆ i got my eyes on you (you’re everything that i see) by balanceds 11k

“It’s not a secret, right, Harry? All of his friends seem to know--”

Harry slumps down and starts methodically banging his head against his newsroom desk. “Niall, it is a secret from him because I have spoken a total of ten fucking words to Louis Tomlinson and also he is incredibly out of my league and probably fucking straight as well!”

Or: Harry's a first-year on the school newspaper, assigned to cover the terrible men's first football team. Louis Tomlinson is the team's star defender. Harry pays significantly more attention to Louis's arse than to writing real columns. Pretty soon, everyone notices. It takes Louis the longest.

☆ then we kiss (all i wanna do is have a good time) by orphan_account 24k

Harry shuffles further into the room, timidly taking a seat on one of the chairs set in front of Louis’ table. He keeps his eyes on the floor, fumbling for words. “Sorry, I’m just—it’s just that I’m a bit nervous. And, uh, I wasn’t really expecting for you to look so—” he cuts himself off, just in time to keep himself from saying beautiful.

“Young?” Louis guesses, and Harry just nods, going along with it. “Yeah, don’t worry. I get that a lot, mate. People don’t really expect you to be head writer at twenty-nine. They think to get the job you have to be in your forties, or something.”

So a five-year age gap. Cool.

(harry is a potential new writer for a comedy show. louis is his kind-of boss. they flirt. stuff happens.)

☆ other habits (make your pleasure your pains) by jtsbbsps_dk 19k

Freaky Friday High School AU.

Wherein Harry just wanted to have lunch with his older sister, Cal sells ice cream, Gemma has a test, Anne thinks she knows (she really doesn’t) and Fate plays match maker, because no one puts her ship off course. Louis just tries to help out his best friend's little brother while dealing with a metaphorical butterfly invasion.

☆ the boy in the pikachu pants by mrsstylinson 20k

Louis stars as the bumbling idiot who's only a bumbling idiot around Harry. Harry stars as the charming bastard who steals his heart completely. They meet in the middle of a hallway with Louis in a state of considerable undress, singing Destiny's Child at the top of his lungs. Somehow that seals it for Harry. This is the boy he was always meant to fall in love with. Louis feels the same, only slightly more defeatist. It takes them a while to figure things out.

☆ all the small things by kitundercover 20k

AU. Harry is five inches tall and can't remember how he got that way, but maybe with Louis' help they can work it out. ---

Louis stares. “You’re five inches tall,” he says finally.

“I am about that.” The tiny man agrees.

“You’ve been making strange noises and scaring the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry.” The tiny man winces.

“You’ve been breaking my things.”

“Not on purpose.”

That voice is disconcertingly deep, and Louis keeps wanting to look up and find the fully grown person that it must surely be coming from. He takes a deep breath and moves onto the next impossible point.

“You’ve been riding my rabbit,” he says.

☆ like two softened shoes by marie24 14k

He sets his laptop on the bed, backing away and running his hands repeatedly through his curls. Okay. This is okay. This is fine. This is not real.

Will peeks his head around the door frame.

“Uh, everything okay in here?”

Harry tries to keep his breathing under control. “Yeah!” he says. “It’s, um, everything’s fine!” He can hear himself talking really loudly. Will looks doubtful.

“Are you sure? Because it really seems like -”

Harry barks out a laugh, cutting him off. “Okay! So this is going to sound really strange. But.” He looks at Will, with the same shiny fringe, blue, blue eyes, and sharp cheekbones he’d been writing about the whole last week. He worries his lip frantically between his teeth. “Um. I think I… I think I… wrote you?”

Or, Harry is a writer who gets through his writer’s block by pouring his feelings for his best friend Louis into a character. A few days later, the character lands in his bed, three dimensional and with no idea how to get back where he came from. He turns out to be very inconvenient for keeping Harry’s feelings to himself.

☆ ready to fall by whoknows 21k

“Ninety and rising,” Nick says triumphantly, as though making Harry’s heartbeat pick up by thrusting an obscenely attractive person in front of his face is any kind of success. “Louis Tomlinson has just walked into our control room and suddenly our dear Harry Styles has lost all ability to speak. Could this be some kind of strange coincidence?”

“I hate you,” Harry hisses, forcing his eyes back into Nick’s direction, uncaring that the mic must have picked it up. “I thought we agreed that you were going to play fair.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Nick denies, except he’s holding up a picture of Louis’ face now, sharp cheekbones prominent, soft lashes nearly sweeping against his cheeks as he looks down, and his fucking mouth –

“A hundred and two!” Nick crows, all but clapping his hands together in glee. “The highest it’s ever been!”

“To be fair, I did bend over the desk on purpose,” Louis’ voice comes crackling in the headphones. Harry practically breaks his neck whipping his head around at the sound of it, gaping at him through the glass panel. “You can’t really blame him for getting a little excited about that, can you?”

☆ gnossienne by pukeandcry 11k

Louis sets a challenge for himself; it gets a bit out of hand.

☆ tonight’s not over (come over and stay) by louistomlinsons 17k

Zayn doesn’t say anything for a moment, pausing and worrying at his bottom lip. Finally, he asks, “Have you heard that Cox guy is coming out with a new song?” Louis freezes, fingers hovering over his keyboard where they had been typing his password. “No, I hadn’t,” Louis says truthfully. “Where did you hear that?” “Tell anyone this and I’ll kill you, but I’d consider myself a big fan,” Zayn says. His face doesn’t change in expression, completely serious as he admits this to Louis. “Big fan? Like run a blog and everything?” or, harry is a famous singer and louis is a student who just wants to write his novel

☆ a love that feels this right by dontlethimgo 14k

As always, the classic high-school rumour mill is never completely reliable. Sure, there are those stories that fly around that turn out to be true—like the one about Niall getting with a model at a party a few months ago (which Louis still struggles to believe)—but this ‘rumour’ has so many versions, and none of them are actually right.

The Sixth Form AU where Louis is the footie team captain, Harry is head boy, and no one at school has any idea that the two of them are in love.

☆ put your head on my shoulder by wayfared 18k

Niall gives Harry until the end of marching season to either a) make a move on Louis Tomlinson or b) get the fuck over him. Either is easier said than done. Basically, your High School AU with a drum beat.

☆ some nights i’m scared you’ll forget me by pukeandcry 15k

Zayn stifles a groan. He’s not terribly surprised -- Harry’d been mooning over Louis since the day they met three years ago when Zayn had moved into the house next to him -- but he’d been hoping that Harry would eventually get over it and redirect his attention to someone else. This development does not bode well for that turn of events, though. (High School AU)

note: this is zayn’s pov and has a decent amount of ziall and a lot of zarry friendship if i remember!

☆ oh how i hate this red string of fate by calamityk 14k

Harry thought being able to see people’s strings die would be the worst thing about his gift, until at twenty-two he finally met the other end of his own. --------- Or that soulmate AU where Harry can see the red strings of fate that tie everyone together.

☆ smoke dreams from smoke rings by objectlesson 18k

“When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me”

Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he's grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?”

“By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,”

--- or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

☆ milkshake by speechless 13k

He's been saying it for years. He doesn't care that it makes Liam roll his eyes and Zayn sigh and Niall crack up. Lots of things he does get that kind of reaction from the boys anyway. Louis won't stop saying it, 'cause it's true. His milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard. It's a fact.

So the day he decides to get into Harry Styles' pants he says it again, when all three of his roommates are there to witness it. "I'll fuck him by the end of the month. You'll see."

☆ you drive me crazy (i just can’t sleep) by objectlesson 19k

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

☆ happily ever after by theneverending 19k

"It’s the Peter Pan that I work with most days. Harry got placed with us today and it’s really quite funny to watch him make starry eyes at Peter Pan from behind his camera. As if that would hide anything,” Niall claims with an eye roll, causing Harry to blush even harder.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Harry responds lamely, suddenly becoming interested in his food again.

“Harry, when you like someone, it’s written all over your face. You just kept staring at him.”

“That’s my job, I have to stare at him to make sure the photos come out nice.”

“You wouldn’t be getting defensive if I wasn’t right,” Niall rebukes, and Harry really can’t argue with that, so he lets Niall have the last word.

or, the one where louis and harry work at walt disney world, louis is a character performer for peter pan, and harry's the photographer that sometimes gets to work with him.

☆ like the stars that shined by butliamwhy 12k

Louis has stars in his eyes. Harry has known it since they were kids. They have their own tree, their own café booth, and so many years to fall in love. Perhaps a lifetime.

☆ green in the morning and blue afternoon by wildestdreams 14k

“Harry,” Louis whispered beside him.

Harry hummed, his hand coming up to stroke Louis’ back. Louis was still on top of him, his body sagging against Harry’s, heavy and warm, and Harry loved it.

“I don’t think it was a one off.”

“Me either, Lou.”

a Friends AU.

#fic rec #one direction #larry stylinson #mine #i feel like theres quite a bit of pwp in this one hahhahaha #40 of these oh lord #fic masterpost

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dumbchickwrites · 5 years

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Sunday Morning (NSFW)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader.

Warnings: fluff, smut.

Summary/Request: @pophbfdsxa: “Can you do a lazy Sunday mornings with Steve please? With an intimate smut.”

A/N: hope you enjoy!

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Sundays were your favourite days. No work, no errands to run, and you had Steve to yourself all day.

On that particular Sunday, you woke up to the sound of rain pounding on your windows and Steve's fingers tracing invisible patterns on your bare back. You exhaled deeply, wishing you could wake up like this every day for the rest of your life.

"Morning," Steve murmured.

You turned around to face your favourite pair of blue eyes.

"Hey," you smiled. "How long have you been awake?" you asked, seeing him in grey sweatpants but still shirtless.

"Long enough to call Donnie and have him bring us some fresh croissants," he grinned.

"Really?" your eyes widened and your mouth started watering.

You jumped from the bed, looking around your bedroom to find something to wear. Your boyfriend watched from the bed as you wrapped your silk robe around your naked body, a smirk on his lips. He couldn't wait to get you back in bed and have you to himself for the rest of the day.

"Do I even want to know why you're smiling like the sharks in Finding Nemo?" you asked as you walked in the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"You'll find out soon enough. C'mon, food's gonna get cold."

You followed him in the kitchen where he turned on the coffee machine. You wanted to get the trays out and start plating your breakfast, but he told you to stay seated and relax. So you did. You observed him with stars in your eyes as he poured orange juice in two glasses, set food and coffee — with almond milk for you — on the trays.

"I love you, Steve."

He looked up from the counter, a little thrown off.

"I love you too, doll," he circled the counter to kiss you on the lips, then all over your face, earning giggles from you. "You're so beautiful," he pushed a few kinky curls off your face. "How did I get so lucky?"

"You got lucky? Are you kidding? I'm the bitch who bagged Captain America!"

"Okay, first of all, language," he said, making you roll your eyes.

Instead of eating in bed, you both decided to eat in the kitchen since you'd probably be too lazy to bring the trays back from the bedroom. You joked around, Steve updated you on Avengers gossip — the best kind, while you told him about funny stuff at work.

When you went back in your bedroom, you dove under the sheets and turned on the TV, ready to cuddle in front of a good movie.

You were like teenagers in love, stealing kisses from each other, commenting the movie, telling bad jokes. Everything was so lighthearted and easy on Sunday mornings with Steve. Your whole relationship was not easy, it had its ups and downs, but it definitely felt natural, like you were meant for each other.

With this thought in mind, you propped yourself up on your elbow and leaned towards Steve's face for a kiss. It was a chaste kiss, the kind where you just lightly brush your lips against his, making butterflies go wild in your belly. As you pulled back, Steve's eyes dove into yours, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, which almost took your breath away. His hand found the back of your head to pull you in another, real kiss. While kissing you, he pulled you on his lap so that you'd straddle him.

You pulled away from the kiss to refill you lungs. There were so many things you wanted to say to him. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, how he truly made you feel, but no words could express all of it. It was almost frustrating.

But now, as he started at you with those eyes full of stars, you knew that he knew. And more importantly, that he felt the same.

Soon, he tugged at the knot tying your robe together, still looking at you. You nodded, giving him your consent. He opened your robe, revealing your body. It was hypnotising to him. Every scar, every birth mark, every mole. He loved them all.

You completely removed the robe and threw it on the floor. Your core was already dripping in anticipation of what was to come, leaving a wet spot on the crotch area of Steve's grey sweatpants, where a bulge was growing by the second. You had sex the night before, but the thing with Steve was that you never grew tired of each other. You were constantly aroused by him, whenever he was near you. Even when you weren't even horny per se. You just thought it came with the package of being in love and having a soulmate.

Steve placed his hands on your ass, willing you to lift your hips up a little so that he could remove his pants. Of course, he was not wearing anything underneath. Bringing his hand to your dripping folds, he spread your lips and found your bundle of nerves, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. He started moving his thumb im slow, hard circles, making you a whimpering mess on top of him. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, and what better way to do that than to take his time with you?

You had to brace yourself on the headboard when he inserted two fingers inside of you, moving them in tandem with his thumb on your clit. You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation. It was slow though. Way too slow.

"Steve," you whimpered.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Faster. Please."

"No way, doll," he kissed the spot on your neck where you could feel your pulse. "And open your eyes for me, baby. I want to see you." So you did open your eyes.

Steve curled his fingers inside of you and it took all the strength in your body for you not to break eye contact. It brought you both on a new level of intimacy. When you felt your release come, you grabbed Steve's wrist to make him stop his movements. He looked at you and pouted.

"I want to cum with you," you said.

Steve nodded and you breathed shakily as his fingers slid out of your pussy. He brought them to his mouth to suck them clean before leaning towards you for a kiss but you pulled back before his lips could meet yours. As much as you wanted to kiss those beautiful plump lips, you also wanted to tease him. You eventually gave in when he pouted again, not being able to resist. He pumped himself a few times then placed his hands on your hips, giving you your cue to lower yourself on his length. You sighed as you sat on his cock, taking him fully inside of you. You stayed like that for a few seconds, you savouring the way he fit inside of you like a tailored glove and him, marvelling at how you took him so well every time.

"God, I love you," Steve hissed as you started moving on his cock, riding him slowly, making sure to take all of him every time. You soon found your own rhythm.

You curled your fingers in his hair and peppered soft kisses all over his face while he did the same to your neck and collarbone, holding you close.

"Steve," you said when you felt your release coming.

He hummed, his mouth too busy working on your nipples to answer properly.

"Remember when— Ah, fuck!" you were moving much faster now. "When we were talking about — Oh, yeah, right there, yeah... Talking about kids and I said I wasn't ready?"

He'd brought the topic of kids a few months ago, but you said that you weren't ready to have children. And added later that you never thought about having any. It had definitely taken a toll on your relationship but you were stronger than that.

Steve stopped his movements to stare at you.

"I'm ready now."

"I thought you said you didn't want kids?" he stared at you with those puppy eyes you loved so much.

"At first, I really didn't. But then it made sense for me to have your kids. I want to carry your kids and raise them with you. Build a family with you."

Steve's eyes started glistening with tears. He dropped his head, burying his head in your neck.

"So what do you say, Rogers? Want to put a baby in me?"

"Fuck yeah."

He held you as he switched positions to be on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist. He kept pounding into you slowly, rolling his hips in a way that made his strokes deep and calculated to hit the right spot. He had you moaning loudly in his ears and digging your nails in his back, his own moans muffled by your skin as he kissed and bit every patch of skin he could get his mouth on.

"Baby, I'm coming," you breathed in his ear.

"I'm almost there, doll," he propped himself on his forearms to bury his gaze in yours. Oh, how he loved seeing you like this. Tears of pleasure in your eyes, your face scrunched up because of the release you were trying to hold. "Come on, baby. Cum for me."

You called out his name, gasping for air as you walls clenched around his cock, stimulating his own orgasm. You felt his cock throb as he emptied himself inside of you, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips.

He slid out of you slowly, watching in awe as the creamy substance dripped out of your pussy to finish its course on the comforter.

“Shower?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “And maybe... you know, we can make sure a baby’s gonna grow in there?”

Steve laughed. “Sure. I’m not gonna rest until it happens.”

Not having that super soldier stamina, you could only wish he was joking.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #steve rogers x black reader #steve rogers imagine

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 5 years

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Donnie The Watcher

It had been a long day at work and when you finally passed over the threshold of your apartment, you threw your purse on the table and stripped of your constrictive bra. The fridge held left over’s from yesterday and you deemed them sufficient for tonight’s dinner. The thought of cooking tonight was highly unpleasant.

Tossing the container in the microwave you headed to your bedroom and removed the remainder of your work clothes. The simple purple silk dress you wore around your apartment beckoned its comfort to your weary body, a beacon of relaxation.

Pulling it from your floor length mirror you slipped it over your head and it clung perfectly to your curves. Swishing your hips you enjoyed the feeling of it rushing over your skin. It was your favorite little number for more than one reason. Not only was it extremely luxurious and comfortable but it always seemed to get a certain purple banded genius’s motor running. Speaking of Donnie, it had been a couple of days since you had seen the tall turtle and it was beginning to wear on you. You missed the nerdy genius.

Hearing the beeping in the kitchen to signal your dinner at the ready you headed back out into the main room. You popped open the microwave and pulled your streaming dinner from its clutches and headed for your couch.

The night sky looked ominous seeing a storm rolling in on the horizon. Flashes of light and the tall tail sounds of thunder rattled the glass of your windows. Thankfully the deluge of rain hadn’t reached your building yet so you reached for the latch and pulled the large window open giving your apartment a much needed rush of fresh air.

The wind flew up your dress making the silk rub slowly over your exposed skin making it erupt in goose bumps. With a snap of the fabric of the hem to your mound you bit your lip at the sudden sensation. The flash of purple and the rush of blood to the apex of your thighs you hummed softly thinking of Donnie.

It had been too long since your had been with him, the patrols Leo doled out were unfair leaving your alone most nights. Almost a week since those wondrous brown eyes met yours and those expert lips were on your skin.

Dinner quickly forgotten, you set the cooling container on the coffee table and slipped down into plush cushions of your couch. Without hesitation your fingers pulled the hem up of your dress up your thighs and found your aching neglected sex. Closing your eyes you saw him before you on his knees with that stupidly sweet smile on his face. Those chocolate brown eyes trained in on you as he lowered his lips to your thigh pressing a warm kiss to the heated flesh. You jumped slightly at the touch and moaned softly when he repeated the action but this time closer to his intended target.

“Donnie.” You hissed when you pressed your finger through your folds imagining it was his talented tongue. Your hips rolled when the jewel hidden inside your slick folds was found with the lightest of friction. You wanted to grab his head that wasn’t there to hold him there to make him continue. You needed this, you needed him. His name rolled from your tongue again a quiet pleading fueled by your rising need. Two fingers pushed passed your small sensitive bead and slipped into your heat making you swallow another call of his name.

Little did you know you were no longer alone in your apartment, like a shadow in the night a tall figure had slipped inside and watched your naughty display a few feet from your spread thighs. Silent as death the tall genius lowered to his knees holding back a rumble when you growled his name again. Hungrily he watched your fingers fucked your pussy knowing full well it was him in your mind. It was his head between your thighs fitting snugly against your core, tongue embedded inside your warmth.

Just the thought made him grow hard and his three fingers adjusted the rapidly growing length inside his pants. How would he move forward? Should he continue watching the show while stroking his own cock to completion alongside you? Or should he interrupt your ministrations and take the reins for himself? The latter seemed more prudent knowing just how long it had been since he had been buried inside you. Besides the scent you were giving off was driving him insane.

Inching forward silently Donnie pressed his palm over your face silencing your startled cry and with his other hand it sunk under your backside to lift up your ass giving him free access to your core. Too hungry to wait for you to come full aware of him between your legs his tongue delved into you tasting your arousal.

You muffled a shout when you were hoisted unceremoniously up and onto your back and a green bald head settled itself were your hand had just been. Those beautiful purple tails of his mask made you yelp knowing Donnie’s tongue had found your aching center.

“Fuck Don!”

“Patience my dear, in a minute, it’s been too long since I’ve tasted your sweet cunt.” His head lifted just enough to respond to your call before diving back in.

This time you were able to grab a hold of his head pressing his lips further against your burning flesh. His tongue worked you so deliciously bringing you closer and closer to your end. It swirled around your bud and his mouth pulled the sensitive flesh between his lips and he sucked lightly, so perfectly. The heat started in your lower abdomen rolling up encasing you in its brilliant wave. Soon your legs started to shake as your orgasm came slamming into you arching up off the couch and cuming into his willing mouth.

“DONNIE! Fuck fuck fuck. Jesus!” the force of it blinded you seeing only white when your eyes slammed closed. You could hear him humming against you as he lapped at your essence. He always stayed a little longer to make sure he got every drop from you, the sexy greedy bastard. His tongue released the nub and pushed into you pulling another string of curses from you.

Donnie loved to hear his name dripping from your lips; it stroked his ego and made him wild with lust. The throb of his cock was becoming unbearable and he wasn’t about to wait any longer to be inside you. With his free hand he undid his belt buckle and pushed his pants down his hips exposing his bobbing hot length to the night air. Giving it a few strokes for good measure Donnie pulled away from you his mouth glistening with the remnants of your orgasm.

The coy smile he gave you made your stomach clench with the ever rising need for the genius. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a searing kiss pushing his tongue into your mouth coating it with your cum. The salty taste ignited your passion further gripping the back of his neck for dear life. The insistence of your mouth making him fully aware you were far from don with him.

Ending the kiss Donnie looked down at you pressed into the cushions of your couch awaiting what he so desperately wanted to give you. With another hoist of your hips he rested your legs over his shoulders and positioned his dripped helm at your entrance and grinned wider.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He rumbled and pushed forward powerfully embedding himself inside your cunt fully, his balls resting gently against your backside.

The sheer size of him would always bring a quick sting of pain as your core struggled to accommodate his girth and length. But it was a delicious sensation being so full of Donatello. You would never tire of being filled to the brim with his cock.

His hips gave no reprieve when they started to ram into you and you relished every forceful drive. You would have thought Donatello would be a gentle lover but the purple genius was quite the opposite. What lurked under that nerdy shell was a dominating lust driven terrapin. His fingers were firm and unforgiving digging into your hips using them as leverage with each snap of his hips. His breathing was raged and the deep animalist sounds that came from his throat excited you to no end. He used your body like he wanted. Fucking you endlessly, but somehow managed to keep just enough control not to hurt you in anyway. At least no way you wanted to be hurt. Sometimes sex and pain with the genius were a pleasant combination bringing the experience to the next breathless level.

You needed to hold onto something to steady his rhythm so you grabbed his forearms connecting with his green skin. Donnie adjusted his hips and you tensed when his cock glided over your g-spot sucking in a breath.

“Do you want me to hit that spot again?” Donnie growled lowly snapping forward hitting the spot again as you nodded frantically racing towards your peak.

“Please Donnie, I wanna cum again.” Pleading was a major turn on for the genius and you were more than willing to fulfill that kink. “Please Donnie.” You were breathless feeling the beginnings of your orgasm rising from your depths.

“Not yet, you don’t get to cum until I tell you.” Donnie turned his head and sunk his white teeth into your calve leaving an instant bruise on your skin.

“Fuck!” you hissed arching up managing to take another inch inside of you.

Suddenly Donnie’s breathing caught and his rhythm faltered, he was getting close. You could actually feel him swell inside your pussy, his orgasm was imminent.

His breathing was uneven and his brown eyes shot open to stare down at you. That magnificent pink tongue darted out moistening his lips and his head rolled back letting out a dark heavy moan. “Fuck Y/N so fucking tight.”

You were on fire, your orgasm teetering on completion but you didn’t dare, not until Donnie gave his permission. Your eyes started to roll back into your head from the over whelming need to cum. Again you pleaded with him pulling at his arms.

“Do you want to cum?” his hips snapped forward again making you yelp.

“Yes Donnie.”

“Say my full name.” His breathing was tight, any second now.

“Please Donatello, I wanna cum.”

His hand reached between you pressing on your belly and his hips thrust up making his cock come in full contact with your g-spot sending you over the edge into oblivion. His name a fountain from your throat as you came.

“Then cum with me.” He howled pressing himself all the way inside you coating your womb in a torrent of his warm seed. With each drive of his erratic hips he pumped more and more of his cum through your cervix into your uterus. When Donnie was fully sated he lowered your backside back down the couch and kissed your gasping mouth.

“You know what that little dress does to me.”

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deadmancrawling · 5 years

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honey | gang!ashton

summary:��ashton meets a girl named baby and you see soft ashton come out

word count: 7,449

fic playlist:

https://open.spotify.com/user/ll8n0gpouapq450joln9flaex/playlist/6cUPW9uEz3ZCweGheUuQGk?si=xx_thHYoQdSKPY4AQUwGBg

warnings: it’s rated R. there’s smut, murder, and gang violence. but boy is the smut hot. don’t read if you’re under 18. also, i gotta throw in a little lashton love triangle (i’m a lashton slut, SUE ME!), but don’t worry. Baby is pretty vague, i didn’t give her any physical descriptions so i hope that anyone can read her and fit into her character. make sure you look at the playlist, i made it just for this hehe.

ps. the boys names are never mentioned, but here’s a little cheat sheet for you.

Honey: ashton

Blue: luke

Angel: michael

Raven: calum.

ok. i hope you enjoy

The alcohol burns as it hits the back of your throat, but, in a desperate effort to forget anything about the past several years, you demand the bartender for more. Your best friend is a regular at the club, and though you know of the club’s reputation, you don’t care about being here.

All you craved is the feeling of whiskey hitting the back of your throat.

“Baby, it looks like someone is staring at you.” Your best friend, Hannah, says, grabbing your attention by touching your arm, as she approaches you at the bar.

You turn to face the man staring at you; you can barely make out his facial features, but the fact that you could see a tense jaw and curls in the distance, caught your attention.

The man smirks, and approaches you and Hannah.

“Hey,” Hannah leans forward, looking at him. “What can we do for you, handsome?”

“I actually came to talk to your friend, Baby, here.”

You look up and turn around, facing the man that was once across the bar from you.

His features are now easier to see than before; blue eyes, curly blonde hair, a structured jawline, and cologne that smells … rich.

“How do you know my name?” You ask, looking up at the man.

“Everyone knows who you are, Baby. You’re Donnie’s daughter.”

You tense up as the handsome man mentions your father’s name. You haven’t heard that name in years, not after the incident happened three years ago.

“And what do you want with me?” You ask, crossing her arms beneath her chest.

“Dance with me.” The handsome man smirks. “That is, if your friend doesn’t mind.”

Hannah motions for you to follow the man onto the dance floor.

You can already tell this man is part of a gang, but you can’t tell which gang he’s a part of. He wouldn’t have known of your father if he wasn’t a part of a gang.

“You seem lost in thought.” The man states.

“I’m just trying to figure out how you know my name, but you haven’t properly introduced yourself to me.” You state.

“They call me Blue.” He states, smirking down at you.

“Because of your eyes?” You ask him, making eye contact. His eyes are a crystal blue, unlike any you’ve seen before.

“Sort of. But also, because I leave people black and blue if they cross me.”

“Ah.” Is all you say in response, letting Blue know that you’re not really interested in small talk.

“Do you think your friend will notice if you’re missing for a few minutes?” Blue asks you.

He pulls away from your ear and you nod, agreeing to go along with him.

Blue takes your hand and pulls you along, squeezing you tight so you don’t get pulled away from him, in the crowd of people.

Soon, Blue takes you to the VIP lounge, and when the security lets you in, he winks at you before he shuts the door behind you and Blue.

“Took you long enough,” the man with beautiful skin and a head full of raven curls smirks. “We were worried about you, Blue.”

“I had to dance with Baby, I couldn’t help myself.” Blue responds, pulling his hand away from yours in an attempt to show you off. “Just look at her.”

Raven curls looks you up and down – Hannah forced you to wear one of her low-cut and revealing dresses, making you seem bustier than you really are.

“Damn. I didn’t think Donnie would make such a hot daughter.” Raven curls says.

“Enough, Raven.” Blue barks, glaring at his friend. “Where’s Honey, anyway?”

“Look, if I’m going to be here, I need to know why.” You pipe up. “I’ll have you know I’m from one of New York’s most notorious crime families.”

“Sweetheart, keep your mouth shut, you’re going to regret it.” Raven fires back.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” You shout, getting ready to swing on him.

You may not talk to your father anymore, but one thing is for sure, he taught you how to kill a man with your bare hands, in case the need ever arose.

“Oh, is Baby getting angry?” Raven chuckles.

“Shut the fuck up.” A voice booms.

You turn around to face the voice; in the heat of the moment, you hadn’t heard the doors open and shut.

“Honey, hey.” Raven says, his voice getting quiet. “I was just teasing her, I didn’t mean any harm.”

“I’m so tired of your shit, Raven.” The new man, Honey, sighs. “Don’t make me punch you.”

Blue stifles a laugh and steps away from you as Honey inches towards you.

Honey’s hair, like Blue’s, is long and curly, but unlike Blue’s, it’s combed back, except for one single curl that falls in front of his eye.

“I take it you’re Honey.” You smirk as Honey is a mere three or so inches from you. “What do you want from me?”

“I have some serious… intel, that you may want on your father.” Honey says, getting closer to you. “But, as you know, being from a crime family, nothing comes for free.”

Honey is now almost pressed flush against you, and your heart is beating faster than you’ve ever felt before.

You look at his face – you can tell a lot about a person by the way they look at you.

For example: Honey is looking down at you, but he isn’t trying to be intimidating. He’s making eye contact, and his eyes are hazel, a melting pot of brown and yellow and green. His breathing is steady and there is a tiny smirk tugging on either side of his lips, but you wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

“Hey uh, Honey, we got to go. Angel needs back up.” You barely hear Blue speaking because you can’t stop staring at Honey.

“Yeah, yeah, see you later.” Honey dismisses Blue and Raven, leaving the two of you alone in the VIP lounge.

You two are silent for a few more moments before you scan Honey’s face for some kind of way to react to what’s happening.

Before you can react, Honey pulls you close to him, pressing your bodies together.

“If I didn’t know any better,” You begin, looking down at his lips, and then back up to make eye contact with him, “I’d say you want to dance with me.”

“You’re a dancer?” Honey asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, for someone who claims to know a bunch about my father, you’d think you would’ve done a little bit of research on his daughter before getting involved with her.” You chuckle, walking towards the doors of the lounge.

You let Honey lead you towards the dance floor, his grip on you tighter than Blue’s, but as soon as you two step on to the dance floor, it’s the chemistry is instant between you two.

You pull Honey close to you, grinding up against him. His hands place themselves on your ass as the two of you move in sync with the song.

Honey pulls you in for a quick kiss before you turn around and begin rubbing your ass against him, causing him to pull you closer and closer to him.

The song ends and you come back up, and he speaks into your ear five words you desperately wanted to hear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

You follow Honey out of the club and out to a limo that’s waiting for you.

“Penthouse, please.” Honey commands, and the presses the button so the partition rises between you two and the driver.

“How much time do we have?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow.

“Thirty minutes.”

“I can work with that.”

Without missing a beat, you climb on top of Honey and begin grinding on him as a Lana Del Rey song plays softly in the background.

Honey kisses you on the lips, then moves his mouth and attaches it to your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spot.

You try your hardest to suppress your moans, but Honey just knew how to make you weak.

You manage to get Honey’s pants and underwear around his ankles, his erection prominent as you take it into your hands, and wrap your mouth around the tip, licking and sucking, and working your hands around the length that wasn’t in your mouth.

“Fuck, Baby.” Honey moans, leaning his head back as you work your mouth on him.

Honey’s hands entangle themselves in your hair, and he pulls and pushes you up and down his member, but you’re taking it like a pro.

After all, they don’t call you Baby for any old reason.

“Fuck, Baby. Oh, my God, Baby. M’gonna cum.” Honey moans, his grip tightening on your hair as he releases in your mouth.

After you pull away from him, Honey pulls you back up to him and he kisses you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, and then pulling it between his teeth gently, making you moan slightly.

You find yourself being pushed down ever so slightly, until you find that your back is against the seat and that Honey is holding himself above you, doing his very best not to grind into you.

“You realise this is a two-way street, right?” You mention, looking at the boy with honey eyes.

“Who said I was going to fuck you in my limo?” Honey peels himself away from you and begins pulling up his underwear and his trousers. “That’s what the penthouse is for, sweetheart.”

You nod as the limo stops, and a few moments after, Honey opens the door and offers you a hand to help you out.

“Thanks, Alfred.” Honey states, handing the driver, Alfred, a crisp Benjamin, and then the limo drives away.

Honey then grabs your hand and leads you through the entrance of the building. You’d seen it before, back when your father would bring you to the uptown office with him.

The two of you step into an elevator, and as soon as the doors close, Honey has a hard time keeping his hands off of you.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not until we’re inside your penthouse, sir.” You remind him, giving him an innocent smile.

“Oh, Baby, you’re going to regret saying that.” He growls, his voice low and deep, making your heart skip a beat as Honey makes his way towards you.

The elevator doors open into a suite and instantly Honey drags you out and carries you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as hard as he can, causing you to let out a whimper.

Honey sets you down and you turn around, staring out of a beautiful window that overlooks the city of Manhattan.

“It’s beautiful,” You say, walking towards the window, resting your fingers on the glass.

“You know what would make the view even better?” Honey asks, raising an eyebrow. A mischievous grin appears on his face.

“What’s that?”

Honey gets closer to you, enveloping you from behind, attaching his lips to your neck once more. He kisses up your neck and to your ear before whispering, “Take off your clothes and lean up against the window. Now.”

You don’t hesitate to take off your dress and panties, flinging them across the room. You press your body against the window, sticking your ass out so it’s easier for Honey to access.

Honey grabs your bum and squeezes it in his hands, before bringing his hand down on hard on your left side. You moan, it hurt but you were too turned on to care, and stick your ass out further.

“Baby, Baby, Baby, I see you’re getting desperate for my cock?” Honey chuckles, shaking his head.

“Please, Honey, I need you.” You beg, turning so your check is on the glass. “I need you, Daddy.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.” Honey says before inserting himself into you, and pushing you against the glass.

With the amount of force that Honey has against you at this moment, you’re sure the glass is going to shatter at least a tiny bit, but so far, so good.

Honey’s hands roam your body as he fucks you; one hand on your hip to keep you steady, and the other one moving from your stomach to your clit, where he begins rubbing.

You begin to moan and try to push off the glass because of the overstimulation, but it just felt so good, that you give up almost as soon as you start.

“Fuck, Honey, I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s it, Baby, cum for Daddy.”

Hearing Honey command you to cum was enough to send you over the edge, and you let out a moan you’ve been suppressing for what feels hours.

Honey pulls you away from the window and turns you to face him, and he kisses you.

“It’s Ashton, by the way.” Honey states.

“Huh?” You say, raising an eyebrow at the man who’d just given you the best orgasm of your life.

“My real name. It’s Ashton.”

“Huh. I never pegged you for an Ashton.” You smirk. “I think I’m just gonna call you Honey.”

* * * *

“So, wait,” Hannah says, sitting on the couch in the apartment the two of you share. “Ashton… Honey… has information on your father?”

“I call him Honey, but yeah, he’s coming by tonight to pick me up.” You tell her.

“Baby, I don’t think this is a good idea. He’s a gang member for crying out loud.” Hannah admits.

“So am I, by birth, technically.” You admit, looking at your best friend. “Plus, if it’s going to help me blackmail the man who kicked me out of his home for something I didn’t even do, then so be it.”

“I don’t know, Baby. Something shady is going on here.”

“No, Hannah, you only think that way because you were never part of the organized crime life.” You tell her, flashing her a glare.

It’s true, while Hannah’s family and your family we’re one of the few allies in the organized crime life, Hannah’s father never wanted her to be a part of it, unlike your father, who taught you everything you know about getting what you want from people.

There’s a knock on your door, and you notice Honey standing there with a smile on his face.

“Baby. Hannah.”

“Monkey.” Hannah mumbles under her breath.

“What did you say?” Honey asks, his tone firm.

“I said your name. Honey.” Hannah retorts, plastering a fake smile along her lips.

“Hannah, I’m probably going to crash at Honey’s tonight, okay, so don’t stay up too late.”

“No promises.” Hannah responds before you leave with Honey in tow.

As soon as you get to the street, Honey leads you to his car – a 1969 red Mustang, with the top missing, because the weather is nice.

The sun is just beginning to set, and Honey opens the door for you to take a seat. He then walks around to the driver’s side and opens the door, taking a seat and starting the car.

“Blue called and told me more information, so we’re going to meet him upstate at the safe house.” Honey tells you as he pulls into the main road and begins driving the two of you upstate.

“Hey,” Honey says, walking into the safe house.

It’s much nicer than any of your family’s safe houses, which leads you to wonder just what gang these guys are working with.

“Honey, there you are.” Blue calls, approaching his boss.

“What’s the deal, Blue? Why did we have to drive all the way upstate?”

“Because, Angel found some really interesting stuff on the stake out. Follow me.”

You and Honey follow Blue, into a different room downstairs.

Security monitors lines a wall, you can see every angle of the property on this wall. Weapons line another wall; guns, machetes, knives… all lined up behind a glass casing.

You spot an unfamiliar man sitting in front of three computer screens, and instantly you recognize the building on the monitors.

“That’s my dad’s upstate office.” Your voice breaks the silence.

“Baby, shush.” Blue says, covering your mouth.

“What’s going on? Why are you staking out my father?” You ask, looking at Honey and Blue and who you can only assume is Angel.

“Baby, look at me.” Honey says, his voice is soothing. “Your father is in danger. We’re a part of the gang, initiated in 2016.”

“After the incident.” You mumble.

“Baby, you need to calm down. Your father is in danger. He’s been taken hostage for weeks by a rival gang. They want you.” Honey tells you.

“Why do they want me?” You ask, looking around the room.

The boy from the other night, Raven, appears.

“Because you’re hot as shit, dude.” Raven says, sitting down next to Angel.

“Raven, would it kill you to be a decent human being for a split second?” Honey says, getting agitated with his friend.

“It’s the truth.” Raven shrugs.

“Okay, but there’s got to be another reason.” You mutter, trying to read Honey’s face, to see if he’s hiding something.

“You’re Donnie’s weakness. Despite whatever happened, you are his baby. They’re trying to get him to confess to your whereabouts, or they’ll kill him.” Honey admits.

Your heart stops for a split second and you need to catch your breath.

“But why do they want me?” You ask, looking around at the four boys surrounding you. “I’ve got plenty of sisters, my father’s really good at making girls, you know.”

“Because, Baby, you’re his favorite.”

You shudder at those words, hearing someone say you’re your father's’ favorite. It brings back haunting memories.

“So. What do we got to do to bring these sons of bitches down?”

“Honestly, can we just kill them? Isn’t it Sonny’s gang?” Raven pipes.

“Wait a minute, did you just say the name Sonny?”

“You know Sonny?” Honey asks.

“Yeah, that’s Hannah’s father, my dad’s best friend.”

“Oh, so this is personal…” Blue mumbles.

“Yeah, it’s been personal for a while.” You retort. You take a few minutes to calm down, trying to remove the past from your present thoughts. “So, when are we taking them down?”

“In a few days. We’d recommend you staying away from Hannah. She’s not as innocent as she seems.” Angel finally speaks, making direct eye contact with you.

His voice takes you by shock, you weren’t expecting him to sound anything like he does.

Angel’s voice is deep, but not too deep, and now that he’s turning to face you, you can get a better look at him.

He’s wearing a beanie over his blonde hair, his eyes, like Blue’s, are dazzling with blue and tiny flecks of green, and his smile is sparkling.

“You look nothing like I thought you would,” You mumble under your breath.

“I could say the same to you. Donnie talked about you constantly in the highest esteem. I thought you’d’ve been at least a little more reserved.”

“I’m a crime bosses’ daughter. Reserved isn’t even in my vocabulary.” You retort, smirking at the Angel across from you.

“She’s a keeper, Honey. I think we should bring her back. We could use her.” Angel smiles at his boss, and Honey looks at you, scanning your face for a brief moment, but doesn’t say anything.

“I think we should take down Sonny and his men as soon as possible. When were you planning to do it?”

“Tuesday.” Angel, Blue, and Raven say in unison.

“Tuesday?!” You raise an eyebrow. “Tuesday is when Sonny’s gang is going to expect it the most. You’ve got to strike on a Thursday.”

The four men surrounding you look at one another, and you grab Honey’s hand to hold for support.

“Baby’s right. Sonny and his men are always doing shit on Tuesday, and that’s when they’re most likely to be on edge.” Honey pipes up, looking at the men around him. “We’ve got to be diligent, and we can’t let anyone know that we’re doing this.”

“I don’t know, Honey. It seems kind of risky.” Blue retorts.

“Send me in.” You blurt out. “They won’t think anything of it. I’ll say I’m getting some files for my mom. I’m not in total exile.”

“Baby, don’t you think…” Blue steps forward, shaking his head. “Isn’t it going to be obvious if you’re showing up at the upstate office? Your father exiled you.”

“Not completely.” You remind Blue, your stance changing as you speak. “My father stated he never wanted to see me again until I was ready to prove myself. If you ask me, this is a pretty good way to prove myself.”

“Baby…” Honey whispers, low enough for only you to hear.

“Stop treating me like a child!” You yell, yanking your hand away from Honey’s, and taking a few steps away from him. “I know how Sonny and his men work. I know the ins and outs of my father’s property. Your best bet at saving him is me. I’m not letting you go without me.”

You look at the four men, and then walk over to the monitor, where your father’s upstate office is.

You notice something odd about the door, it’s covered, and your dad never covers the door, so there’s something else going on here, you just don’t know what.

“We go Thursday.” You state. “I need to go to my Dad’s property out west, and I need to get my weapons. Do you have a preference of which weapon you want?”

Honey can’t help it, you talking crime matters just made him need to kiss you.

“A handgun. For each of us. And a knife for Raven.” Honey says against your lips.

“Okay. We go Thursday morning.”

* * * *

Thursday morning rolls around, and you’re woken up by Honey kissing your face.

This isn’t unusual; it’s been like this the last three mornings, but today… something was different.

You check the time on the alarm clock, it’s only 4 A.M., which gives you about 45 minutes before you need to begin the drive to your father’s property.

“Race you to the shower, I’ll let you wash me.” You smirk, looking at Honey’s features in the dim lighting from his closet.

The two of you hop out of bed and race to Honey’s bathroom, stripping your clothes off one by one, as Honey turns on the water.

After stepping into the shower, he begins lathering you up with soap as you kiss him fervently, the two of you not knowing what the rest of the day holds.

After he washes your hair, he holds you close for a few moments before turning off the water, and then the two of you step out and wrap yourselves in a towel.

Ten minutes later, the two of you are greeted by Angel, Blue, and Raven who are downstairs trying to devise a back-up plan, in case the original doesn’t work out.

“Honey. Baby.” Blue smirks when he says your name.

“Hey, Blue.” You fire back, making eye contact with the blonde boy.

Over the past several days, you’d gotten pretty close with boys who stand around you.

You and Raven had bonded over your shared love of animal conservation. You and Angel had bonded over your mutual love of family and Disney movies, though you kept that last part a secret between you two. And with Blue, you’d bonded over your shared love of music, writing, and movies.

Although you and Honey had a thing going on, that hadn’t stopped you from also sleeping with Blue just the one time, while Pulp Fiction was playing in the background.

“How did you sleep?” Blue asks the two of you, and you look at Honey, waiting to respond.

“Great, actually. We’re going to save Donnie.” Honey states, squeezing your hand for reassurance.

You can tell he’s nervous by the sweat in his palm, but you brush it off.

This is nerve wracking; one of your friends might die to night, all because your father needs to be saved.

“We’ve got the car loaded. Is everyone ready?” Angel asks, looking around the room at everyone.

Angel stops to look at you, and he notices that you’re nervous. He takes your hands in his and pulls you into a hug.

You inhale, taking in the scent of Angel’s cologne; it calms you almost – he smells familiar and he almost feels like home.

A few moments later, after you pull away from Angel, you and the guy’s head to the car and begin the journey to your father’s office.

* * * *

Once you, Honey, Angel, Blue, and Raven arrive at the office, you notice the sudden change in the air.

The once inviting area you used to play around in as a child is no longer carefree. The air seems violent; the wind picks up and you notice a single crow flying over the building, landing into the trees to your left.

“Something isn’t right.” You mumble, sticking your hands out to your sides so the boys don’t walk past you. ��Stay here.”

“Baby, I don’t think–” Honey begins, but once you turn to look at him he shuts up.

“I know this area like the back of my hand. Let me scout the area to see what we’re working with. My father is in danger.” You tell him.

Everyone can see the expression on your face, and you wait only a few moments before making sure the gun in your waistband and the knife in your boot are accessible, before you walk away, towards your father's’ office.

Hiding behind trees and ducking under cars, you’re careful not to get caught. If any of Sonny’s men saw you here, they’d take you hostage, and shoot your father right in front of you. That’s the last thing that needs to happen.

You steady your breathing, a trick your father taught you, as you hear men approaching one of the vehicles on the east side of the building.

“No, I’m about to go get Hannah.” One man says.

“Hannah’s coming? I thought Sonny said she wasn’t allowed on the premises.” Another man responds.

“I guess Hannah’s the only one who knows about Baby’s whereabouts. Sonny doesn’t care what he has to do to get back to Baby.” The first man says, stepping towards one of the nicer cars.

“Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you’re going?” A different voice says, a voice you could recognize anywhere. A voice that you have nightmares about.

“Oh, Mr. Sonny. I was just going to take the Tesla to go pick up Hannah. Your daughter only deserves the best.” The first man, the driver says.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic excuse. Sonny is a smart man, as much as you hate him, you’ve got to at least admit that.

“Fine. But you’re only going to pick my daughter up and bring her back in the car. Is that final?” Sonny’s voice booms, his New York accent prominent.

The man drives away and Sonny walks back into your father's’ office, and you’ve only got about five minutes to race to the back door and get into the building without Sonny seeing you.

You look back at the boys behind you, a motion for them to steadily get behind you so the five of you can get into the office at once.

Once the boys get to you, you look at each of them before letting them know of the plan once more.

“Remember, the main thing is to keep my dad alive. I just heard from the guy in the Tesla that they’re bringing Hannah up. It doesn’t sound good.” You whisper.

“Do you think Hannah has any involvement?” Raven asks you.

“Absolutely not. Hannah hasn’t spoken to Sonny since the incident. She doesn’t trust her father.” You remark, looking over at the men. “I genuinely think Hannah is about to be put in danger if we don’t stop her father before she gets here.”

The boys look at you and give you a sympathetic look, before their expressions harden and they nod in agreement.

“Just tell us when to go.” Honey says.

You make eye contact with Honey for the first time in what feels like forever. You’ve never seen him look so…sad, in the few days you’ve spent with him.

“On my mark.” You respond, crouching down to get a good angle of the door.

You grab the knife from your boot as you walk towards the building, jimmying the lock, so you and the boys can get in. After a minute or so, you’re able to unlock the door and let the boys and yourself inside, but the five of you are careful to be as silent as possible to not distract anyone from what they’re doing.

“Blue and I will crawl in the vent spaces. Raven and Angel, I need to you to check the perimeter for my dad, and any of Sonny’s men. Go to the security room – trust me, you’ll know it, and check surveillance. The password spells out B-A-B-Y.”

Raven and Angel nod and then head to the security room.

“And Honey.” You say, looking at him. You give him a passionate kiss before finishing your sentence. “I need you to kill anyone who isn’t Hannah, Sonny, or my dad. Can you do that for me?”

“Anything for you, Baby.” He kisses you one last time before you grab Blue and begin your ascent into the vent system.

The two of you are very quiet, but your phone is on vibrate, in case Angel and Raven gave intel that they can give you.

You turn around to look at Blue after you’ve been crawling for a bit. “You still got those throwing stars, Blue?”

“Always, Baby.” Blue hands you his throwing stars, and you carefully remove the vent grate before throwing two of them at Sonny’s guards, blocking the entrance to your father's’ office.

You place the grate back down and continue to crawl. You and Blue are silent until you can hear your father’s desperate pleas for help coming from the presentation room.

The two of you crawl as fast as you can towards your father’s voice.

When you get there, you look through the grate to gauge your perimeter.

Sonny stands in one corner near the door, and your father his sitting next to the big table, tied up in a chair, staring at Sonny.

“You’ll never have my daughter. Baby is too good for you.” Your dad seethes, causing Sonny to chuckle.

“Trust me, I can have her anyway I want, Don. You forget to realize that Baby and I have a history.” The smirk on Sonny’s face makes you want to puke, but you stay put, staying as quiet as possible.

“Baby would never associate with a pig like you.” Your father states.

Sonny has a vile smirk resting on his face as he looks at your father, but turns around as soon has his phone begins to ring. “This is Sonny,” He pauses. “Okay, I’m coming.”

Sonny then walks out of the room, and you and Blue immediately move the grate and climb down into the room.

“Daddy!” You cry, looking at your father.

“Baby.” Your father croaks, smiling at you appreciatively.

“Don’t worry, Blue and I are going to get you out of here.” You assure your father as you take the knife out of your boots.

You begin to cut the ropes that bind your father to the chair, and when you hear footsteps approaching the door, you and Blue take cover behind the presentation desk.

It’s a tight squeeze, so you’re forced to lay on top of Blue. You rest your head on Blue’s chest, hearing his heartbeat faster as the door opens.

“If you’re not going to tell me where Baby is, I’m sure Hannah would love to do the offers.” Sonny says, and then you hear the door open once more.

You hear Hannah’s footsteps; they’re frantic and they’re quick and you can tell she’s scared.

“Dad, please don’t do this.” Hannah cries, before Sonny pushes her over into the chair in the corner.

You cover your mouth and try not to make a sound as you listen to your surroundings. You bury yourself into Blue’s chest to calm you down and to steady your breathing.

“Hannah, where the fuck is Baby?” Sonny says. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you or Donnie here if you cooperate.”

“Why do you want Baby in the first place?” Hannah asks, you can tell she’s angry.

“That’s for me to know.” Sonny chuckles. “I don’t think your dear Uncle Donnie here would like to know what his baby girl is capable of.”

You hear someone’s feet shuffle as they move, and they stop a few moments later.

“I’m not going to ask again since you were the last one to see Baby. Where is she?” Sonny’s voice is laced with malice and you want nothing more than to storm up and stab him right in the neck.

“I don’t know!” Hannah cries. “The last I saw her, she went off with some guy, okay?”

Blue’s eyes go wide and you hope to the universe that Hannah doesn’t give away any names.

“What guy?” Sonny asks his daughter.

“I don’t know. They met at a bar and she’s only come home once since then. Seems like a nice guy.” Hannah says, her voice shaky.

“Hannah, I know you’re lying. One more lie and Don gets a stab to the leg.” Sonny says.

Blue looks at you like he’s telling you to move, but you know it’s not your time yet. You need to stay quiet for Hannah and your father's’ sake.

“I said, I don’t know.” Hannah says. You can tell she’s speaking through gritted teeth.

No more than five seconds later you hear your father yell out in pain.

You don’t move just yet, and Blue looks at you like you’re crazy, but ultimately, he trusts you. You know Hannah and your father better than anyone else.

“Are you sure you don’t know, Doll? I really don’t want to stab him again.” You hear Sonny say, but you know he’s eager to hurt your father.

“Dad, please! I don’t know anything about Baby’s whereabouts.” Hannah cries out.

“Oh, Hannah, I wish you wouldn’t have said that.” Sonny says, and a few seconds later you hear your dad yell out in pain again. “Now, I’m going to ask again. Hannah, where’s Baby?”

“I. Don’t. Know!” Hannah yells. You hear Sonny’s footsteps move a few inches over, and then you hear Hannah yell in pain.

That’s when you get out from the table and hold your hands up in a surrender.

“My sweet, sadistic, Baby.” Sonny chuckles like a villain from a horror film. “Come here, sweetheart.” He begins walking towards you, and Blue quickly stands up and gets in front of you.

“You killed Lily.” You state, causing your father to look at you. “You killed Lily and that’s why you want me.”

“What the fuck is she talking about, Sonny!” Donnie screams, looking at the man he once called his best friend.

“Daddy, I’m so sorry.” You cry, looking over at your father, before turning to look back at Sonny. “You killed my sister and left her for dead. You didn’t even let us say goodbye, all because you wanted pussy.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Baby. You’ve got it all wrong. You killed your sister, not me.” Sonny says, trying to deescalate the situation. “You shot the gun, not me.”

“No. I didn’t. You shot the gun because she came to find me. You grabbed your gun because you didn’t want anyone to know you were using me. I was seventeen, Sonny! You killed my baby sister because you didn’t want her to know that you were assaulting me!” You scream.

Never in your life have you been so angry. A million emotions are coursing through your head at once; anger, betrayal, defeat, hopelessness, and vengefulness all sitting at the front of your head.

Your father, in the heat of the moment, gets up from his chair and starts beating Sonny to the ground. Blue helps him beat Sonny up, putting his nickname to good use, as you help Hannah walk out to the front of the room.

Angel and Raven immediately run up to you and Hannah, and Raven takes her in his arms so she can get her wound stitched up.

Angel kisses your cheek as the two of you walk back into the room where your father, Blue, and Sonny are, and you notice Blue has rightfully earned his nickname.

Honey rushes in and looks at you, seeing that your pants are stained with Hanna's blood.

“Baby, are you okay?” Honey asks you.

You nod your head to let him know you’re okay, you can’t bother to speak after everything that’s just happened.

Your father looks at the boys. “Someone take me to the hospital. I want him dead when he wakes up.”

Angel carries your father to the car and drives him off to the hospital to get stitched up.

“Why does your father want him dead?” Honey asks.

“Because Honey, he raped Baby and killed her sister.” Blue states.

“I want to be the one to shoot him.” You mumble. Your voice is barely audible, but you know they heard you. “I want to look him dead in the eyes and kill him, just like he killed my sister.”

“Baby, are you sure you’re the best person for this?” Blue asks you.

“I know I’m the best person for this.”

“What about Hannah?” Blue responds, his eyes wide.

“She’ll understand. She’s part of a crime family. This is just a normal Thursday.” You tell the boys.

They help you move Sonny’s body into the chair and then they wheel it outside. Honey and Blue then get started gathering the bodies of Sonny’s men and gathering them all in a pile in the middle of the property.

Sonny stirs himself awake, and you look at him.

He smirks. “I could get used to waking up next to you every morning, Baby.”

You chuckle. “I’d rather die. Oh wait, I don’t have to.”

You pull the gun from your waistband and the knife from your boot, holding one in each hand.

“Now, Sonny. I know you didn’t give Lily a chance to choose how she dies, but since I’m much nicer, I’m going to give you the option. Knife or gun?” You smile, tossing the knife up in the air and catching it in your hands.

“You’re not going to kill me, Baby. You belong to me. I took your innocence away.” Sonny smirks.

“Knife, or gun?” You say again.

“Gun. It’s quick and it’s easy.” Sonny says, giving up. It’s like he already knows that he has no other option.

You walk behind Sonny and tuck the gun back into your waistband.

You bend down so only he can hear your whispers. “I always hated the gun. It’s…quick and easy.”

You stand up straight and hold the knife in your dominant hand, and slice Sonny’s throat quickly and evenly, letting all the blood drain out from his body as you walk back over to your friends who are standing by the dead guys.

“Baby… That was badass.” Blue says, pulling you into a hug.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You mutter. You run over to Honey and embrace him in a hug.

“Are you okay?” He asks, kissing your forehead.

“I will be. Can you hold me for a minute?” You ask, wrapping your arms tighter around Honey’s waist.

Honey pulls you as close to him as physically possible, and he kisses your head gently, trying to soothe you from everything that had just happened.

After a few moments, you make Blue go handle Sonny’s dead body and tossing it into the body pile before he and Honey set them ablaze and the three of you drive away.

* * * *

You arrive at the hospital in fresh clothes a few hours later, searching for your father and your best friend.

You grab Honey’s hand in anticipation from seeing your family. He squeezes it three times, and you squeeze it three times back, before entering the room that your father and Hannah share.

Instantly, Hannah squeals your name in excitement, so glad to see you alive after everything that's happened.

“Baby! I’m so glad you’re okay.” Hannah exhales into your neck as you two hug each other tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. You’re a badass, Han.” You chuckle, teasing your best friend. “Do you want to get into the crime life now?”

“Definitely not, but eventually. Your dad said he’d initiate me in as his daughter.” Hannah smiles, looking at you.

You make an audible squeak as Hannah kisses your cheek.

“I’m so glad you’re alive Hannah. I really can’t thank you for protecting me in front of your dad.”

“It’s the least I could do. I knew he was involved with Lily’s death somehow. I just didn’t know he was the one who murdered her.” Hannah whispers, looking between you and your dad. “Go talk to him, though. I’m sure he wants answers.”

You take a few steps towards your dad and sit at the edge of his bed.

“Hey Pops.” You smile at him, and he pulls you down and kisses your forehead.

“Baby. I knew you were my favorite for a reason.” Your father smirks.

“Please, Pop. You just say that to flatter me.” You smile.

“Baby, do you know why you’re my favorite?” You dad asks. It’s hard to make eye contact with him from the bruises surrounding his eyes, but you try your best. “Because you never back down from a challenge. When you run away, you come back ten times stronger. That’s how I raised you.”

“But you also raised me to protect my family. I let Lily die, Dad. I knew she was coming and I still couldn’t stop it.” You cry.

“I don’t blame you for her death one bit, Baby. You are not guilty in Lily’s death. That’s all Sonny.” Your dad says. He pulls you down towards him and he holds you right there, comforting you.

It’s something you both desperately needed; you’d always been Daddy’s Little Girl and you just shut each other out after Lily’s death, that you didn’t even realise how much you missed him.

You and your Dad stay like that for awhile, until he notices Honey and Blue standing there with Angel and Raven.

“You four… Thank you for keeping my Baby safe. I trust she’s in good hands when she’s around you.”

“Sir, we would never imagine hurting Baby. She means so much to us.” Honey says.

“I believe you. Now. Get out of here. Let me and Hannah rest.” Your dad commands.

You begin to leave the room with Angel, Raven, and Blue before your dad calls Honey back.

You wait outside the room with the three boys before Honey returns with a smirk on his face.

“Baby, ride with me.” Honey says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You’re taken into the parking garage and the red mustang from the other day is in your view.

Honey opens the door for you and makes sure you’re inside before closing it and walking to the other side to hop in himself.

His hand grabs the back of your neck and he kisses you passionately as he starts the ignition.

“I’m taking you out.” Honey tells you.

“Oh yeah?” You smirk, looking at the handsome man next to you. “Take me to paradise, Honey.”

* * * *

A few hours later, around dusk, you and Honey arrive at a secluded cabin somewhere in Pennsylvania. Although Honey swears that it’s your father’s property, you were sure your father would’ve told you about the property in the future.

Honey then takes your bags out of the car and brings them inside, and places them down in the bedroom.

“Honey?” You say, looking at him.

“Yeah, Baby?”

“Come kiss me.” You tell him, playing with the hem of your shirt.

Honey doesn’t hesitate to kiss you, grabbing at you quickly and walking the two of you towards the bed.

He leans you back and begins kissing all over your face; your cheeks, your nose, your lips and forehead, before you push him off because you’re laughing too much.

“I love you, Baby.”

You grab him by the collar of his shirt. “I love you too, Honey.”

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dreamgirlbreezy · 5 years

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CHAPTER 19

ROCKY

I was beyond happy that I was going to get to see him all my calling paid off I get to see my baby and hopefully he will forgive me and we can start to heal with each other. I was leaving the house as my mom was coming in.

“Where you headed you look happy?”

“Going to meet up with Donnie he finally answered the phone and agreed to meet up with me so that’s where I’m going right now”

“Oh that’s great good luck”

“Thanks ma” I got in my car and was off…

Once there I thought he was going to be here before me cause I got here in 45 minutes but he wasn’t here so that was good he wasn’t kept waiting for me, but I was waiting for him now and I waited and waited I waited a whole hour and a half for him I was about to call him again when I saw his car pull up, getting out as he got out.

I wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around him but I didn’t I knew that wouldn’t be wanted at the moment but I had to feel his arms around me somehow someway.

“Hi”

“Hey you wanted to see me now what?”

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay I mean I am not going to say I wasn’t wrong cause I was very wrong it just I don’t want us to end”

“Well it’s too late for all that you cheated and you can’t take that back no way for you to erase the fact that you was with another man.”

“We hung out a few times Donnie that’s all nothing else”

“You kissed him”

“He kissed me”

“You didn’t stop him did you?”

“No but it wasn’t like that I promise I need you to know that I love you and not him”

“I wish I could believe you but I can't my heart won’t let me believe what you’re saying to me.”

“You know me Donnie your heart knows me I never lied to you before and I have no reason to lie to you now please just give me a chance to make it right I know I can”

“There’s no going back Raquel no way in the world is there a way for you to change things”

“I’m asking for a second chance to show you that I love you and that I am doing right by you that I don’t want our relationship to end this way I need my bestfriend in my life I need you in my life this one day away from you is driving me crazy I feel so lost”

“And you think I’m not I loved you I gave you my world and now I’m floored to see you would do this to me, me out of all people I couldn’t believe it” I walked closer to him and he took a step back but I kept walking until I was right in front of him.

I reached up and placed my hand on the side of his face; I felt him move his head into my hand and closed his eyes for a brief moment then opened his eyes and moved his head out of my hands.

“You know in your heart that you still love me and wanna be with me just let me make it up to you please I did a foolish thing by seeing him and I won’t see him again please Donnie”

“I can't I don’t even know why I agreed to see you today, I don’t know why I am here talking to you, you make me sick I can't stand to look at you” I wrapped my arms around him and started to cry into his chest hopping that he will hold me like he used too.

He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around me and tell me it was okay but his heart wouldn’t let him do it I broke his heart with my lies and cheating there was no going back after that he moved his hands to mine that I had around him and he brought them in front of me holding my wrist a little too tightly.

“I don’t need your hands on me it’s like fire it burns me and I don’t wanna get sucked into to believing a liar like you I will not believe you once a cheater always a cheater and it’s not like you tried to keep it from being known you went places where I took you, you paraded him around like it was okay and you had your friends lie about it you was never going to break things off with him if you haven’t been caught I know it so you might as well save those tears for him cause I don’t wanna see them no amount of tears will make me forgive you for what you did to us how you broken us apart”

“Donnie you’re hurting me” I looked at my wrist then back up at him.

“And you me” he let me go and went walking to his car with I followed him.

“Don’t go wait let me come with you so we can finish talking”

“We are finish we so done we need a new word for what we are”

“You don’t mean that Donnie please look let’s go get something to eat and talk some more”

“No I’m good on that I don’t need for with you to know we are done we’re over baked done” he got in his car and I leaned in and kissed him he missed my lips and he fell victim to my kiss and he kissed me back his hands were on my face gently stroking my cheek and he felt my arms go around his neck and I climb on his lap and kissed him hard.

I groaned into his mouth as my pussy pressed against the length of his already hard dick just behind the opening of his jeans. I was glad I wasn't the only one affected in the small space as I shifted my hips, pressing my sex full on against the bulge there.

His hands moved to my shoulders pushing down the thin straps of my dress, the cool air moving over my skin like a light caress making my nipples hard as his mouth moved from mine to nip at the tender skin at the base of my throat. I ran my fingers through his short hair as he licked and teased me there, both of us breathing heavy.

His dipped his head and captured one hard nip between his teeth. I gripped his head tighter as he ran his tongue slowly around my areola then flicked it across the tip. My back arched, pushing more of my breast into his mouth as his other hand came up, cupping and squeezing as his mouth drew me in slowly. I braced my hands on the roof as me teased me, my hips rocking against his, making my already wet pussy even wetter.

His hands trailed up my thighs slowly, under my dress. He groaned low in his throat as he realized what I'd hidden from him all night; I wasn't wearing anything under the little black slinky dress.

His hands gripped my ass and pushed me hard against his dick. I brought my hands to his head and lifted his face; kissing him as we ground against each other, dry humping in the small space. I knew if I kept this up, I could come without him laying a finger on me, just from the rubbing of his body against mine.

But I didn't want that, I needed him inside me.

I shifted slightly slid my hands between us and gripped the top of his jeans, tugging hard and slowly popping open his button fly. I looked up and smiled at him as his dick, hard and hot, popped out into my hand.

Seems I wasn't the only one to forgo under things.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed, sliding up and down as his hands moved over my breasts. I leaned closer and rubbed my clit against the head of his dick, moaning into his mouth as my body clenched in anticipation. I trailed my hands up, running my fingertips over his tight stomach as I slipped them under his shirt and tugged it over his head pressing myself close to him so my breasts were squashed against his bare chest.

We moved together as my wetness coated his dick, my clit throbbing as I bumped and ground it against the silky hardness of his shaft. I lifted off him, desperate to have him inside me as his hands gripped my hips and he shifted, positioning me over the tip.

The head of his dick opened me, I groaned as I sank down slowly, letting myself feel every inch as he slowly penetrated me. I arched my back, bracing my hands on the roof of the car as my muscles gripped him tight. I slowly started to roll my hips, sweet sensations coursing up and down my body as I moved up and down.

I felt it coming, that telltale flutter in my lower belly and I moaned loud, speeding up. My pelvis coming down against his harder, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other filling the car as I rode him harder and harder...reaching for that little taste of ecstasy.

His hands never stopped. Teasing my nipples...cupping my breasts...and driving me higher and higher. He slid one down over my hip as his mouth took the place of his hands on my breasts and his fingers moved across my stomach to where we were joined. My body shook as his fingers opened me and started to stroke rhythmically over my hardened clit, I gripped his shoulders and slammed myself hard down on his dick as my pussy clenched around his dick, gripping him tight and I came in a rush of moisture, his name a low moan on my lips.

"Yes baby, cum for me."

His words low and breathy as he took over the pace, his hands on my hips gripping me tight as he pulled me down hard against him. My body clamped around him like a vice as I moved with him, meeting his strokes and coming again on the tails of the first, coating his dick as he fucked me harder and harder reaching for his own release.

I leaned forward, one hand snaking below him and gripping his ass, pulling him hard against me as my teeth bit into the soft skin of his neck and shoulder.

I half whispered and half groaned into his ear as his thrusts sped up, knowing it would set him off,

"That's it baby...fuck me hard...fill me up...god yes baby...you feel so fucking good...I'm so hot and so wet...cum for me baby...CUM FOR ME!"

I squeezed tight around his dick and kissed him hard, our teeth hitting as I groaned into his mouth and came again, my words affected me as much as him as I felt his dick pulse and throb inside me, capturing his groans and low grunts in my mouth as he emptied himself deep.

I collapsed against his chest, my body like jello as I felt his dick slowly soften and pull from me, our juices mixing and seeping from my body, coating the insides of my thighs.

My head snapped up as I saw the red and blue lights flashing behind the car.

"Shit!" We cried out in unison as I all but leaped from my position on his lap and dove into the passenger seat as we hurried to straighten ourselves, finishing just before the light rap on the window.

I couldn't help it and laughed quietly to myself as he lowered the fogged glass and blinked into the bright flashlight that shone in his eyes.

"Everything ok here folks?" cop asks

The officer's voice had a trace of amusement in it, I was sure he could smell the scent of our recent activities as it poured out the open window into the cool night.

Plus every window in the car was fogged up from the heat we had generated, a dead giveaway.

"Everything is fine Sir...we were just umm...talking?"

I tried not to smile as his statement came off as more of a question than an answer.

The officer looked us both over then pulled back, "Well I trust your 'conversation' is over now...move along please and next time...wait until you get home to have a 'chat.' "Cop said

His emphasis was on the words conversation and chat; letting us know that he knew exactly what we were up to when he'd arrived.

We both laughed out loud as he returned to his car and drove off I looked over at Donnie who was fixing his clothes not looking at me, I needed to know that we are okay again we just had sex so he couldn’t be mad at me anymore.

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tommosgun · 6 years

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WIP Folder Meme

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are.

Thank you to @chloehl10 for tagging me xx

First is one I call ‘Uni’ It’s going to be a hate to love. Louis and Harry are forced together as Louis’ dad and Harry’s mum (parents names/characters changed in this fic) come together and have a short relationship. Harry hates Louis and his dad for coming into their lives but he is stuck with Louis for longer than he would have liked.

“You spoil everything.” He hissed, his hands knotted in this lap.

Louis stilled at the door. “I didn't ask for any of this.” Louis replied calmly.

“We didn't need anyone else in our lives.” Harry's voice was harsh but low.

“Neither did I.” Louis countered, walking over to his bed on the floor and pulling his shorts and t shirt out to sleep in. “But we can't change owt so can we just get on with it, it'll soon be over and you'll have your bedroom back spoiled brat.”

Harry's head shot up. Louis was pulling his sweater over his head.

“Me spoiled?” Harry jumped up. “I wish.” He barged into Louis, Louis stumbled and fell backwards onto his bed.

“Twat.” He hissed out, his ankle throbbing a little where he'd caught the bone as he fell.

“You've got away with this once too often.” Louis bit out, his lithe frame enabling him to be on his feet and pouncing on Harry. One arm around his neck and he had him pinned down to the bed, his thighs anchoring his bottom half his hands gripping Harry's wrists by his head.

“Get the fuck off me.” Harry's face was raging, his cheeks highly flushed, his eyes boring into Louis.

“You've hurt me twice, I let you get away with the first time but you're big enough and ugly enough to take this. Louis gripped both of Harry's hands in one hand and thumped him in his side. Harry gritted his teeth, expelling the breath he had in his lungs.

Louis ducked his head. “Keep your fucking hands off me in future, I'm not your punch bag got it?” Louis mouth was next to Harry's ear. “I said got it?”

Harry was panting heavily, louis pulled back a little, Harry's lower lids had tears pooled in them. Louis’ conscience pricked a little, he hated fighting, had been forced to fight back so many times in the past but Harry was pushing him and ultimately they both wanted the same thing.

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Next is ‘Full Monty’ It is based on the film where a bunch of broke lads put on a strip show to make money, each of them needing it for a different reason.

Louis stayed in the toilets a few minutes. The old chipped mirror was still on the wall, the smell of oil and petrol had vanished. Left behind was stagnant water and stale urinals.

He splashed his face with water, looking at his reflection he knew he looked tired, drawn in his cheeks a little. He always had good colour to his skin but even he could see he looked pale.

He patted his face with the sleeve of his top, ran his fingers through his hair and walked out to join the lads.

As he crossed the old kitchen he heard voices from the workshop. One he couldn’t place at all. It was deep and slow.

“M’not a great dancer but I thought this might get me in…”

Louis turned the corner and was confronted by a man with his jeans around his ankles.

He straightened up and Louis’ eyes immediately went to the goods on show. And what goods they were.

He was big. In all ways possible. Hanging heavy slightly to the left his dick was bobbing against his thigh.

Louis gasped out loud. “For fucks sake.”

The others turned and looked at him. Harry facing him already, gave him a nervous wave.

“Hiya. I’m Harry. Ed’s friend.” He took a step towards Louis with his hand held out.

Louis began to approach him but then realised he couldn’t possibly go shake his hand with that between them.

“God. Umm.” Louis stopped dead. Shoved his hands in his hair, elbows stuck out.

Harry halted and slowly pulled his hand back.

“Now then lads.” Ed came in juggling a tray of plastic coffee cups.

“Oh I see you've started without me. Told you he was packing.” Ed addressed his comment to Niall who had slid forward on the bench to get a better look.

“Aye. You weren't lying.” Niall huffed out a laugh.

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Next one, and I hope to finish this for Christmas as it’s a Christmas/Hairdresser fic.

The curls fell to the ground as Louis took his time creating a new hairstyle for Harry.

“So, you all ready for Christmas?” Louis chatted to Harry.

Harry wrinkled his nose. “Kinda. I'm spending it with my sister and her fella this year, my mum and stepdad are in the Maldives at their friend's wedding.”

Louis sighed dramatically. “Daaaaamn, I'd love to be sunning meself on a beach right now.”

“Hmm,” Harry agreed. “Me too. Think it's safe to say my Christmas is going to be distinctly average.”

“Hey once I give you this shit hot hairstyle you're gonna be fighting them off pal.”

Harry slowly looked up into the mirror to see Louis’ shit eating grin. “You're welcome.” He winked.

“Chance’d be a fine thing.” Harry groused.

Louis stopped cutting. “Oh no. That's the saddest little voice, where's my tiny violin?” Louis teased him.

Harry's face broke into a smile at last. “The hardship of being in the arse end of nowhere for Christmas.”

“Oi. Less of that. You clearly have never been to Rotherham if you're calling Donny that.” Louis snipped his scissors close to Harry's ear.

Harry gasped and laughed. “Sorry,” He conceded. “It’s just that I don’t really know anyone here except my sister.”

Louis studied him for a few seconds. “If you want any tips on where to go out I can help with that.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah maybe.”

Louis continued with the haircut. He stopped and began to pull the longer bits up and outwards.

“Now then, lets talk length.” He mused.

Harry pushed his tongue into his cheek and met Louis’ eyes in the mirror.

“Hey cheeky.” Louis nudged Harry’s back. “Hair length! Get your mind out of the gutter.” He cackled.

Harry held his hand up in an attempt at an apology. “Hair, yes right.” He grinned.

“So.” Louis arched his eyebrows. “Is this a good length for you?”

They both stared through the mirror and both lost it at the same time. Louis folding over holding his belly and harry hiding his face behind his hands.

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A few that barely have any input are...

A kid fic with competetive Dads at sports day.

Rainbow cafe, a fic for Valentines where Harry and Gemma own a cafe and decide to open the night of Valentines and have a singles night.

A ‘Come dine with me’ fic where Louis and Harry are on the same week, battling to win against each other.

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I tag @fullonlarrie @dimpled-halo @allwaswell16 @freetheankles @suddenclarityharry

and anyone else. Sorry if you have already done it x

#fic #my fic

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T-shirt (oneshot)

Pairing; Takashi Shirogane x Reader Word count; 3k Context; you’re just a girl in a bar with your friends, and so is he. The only difference is that he’s going to leave for space in a few weeks.

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His co-workers had finally done it.

They had finally managed to get the famous Takashi Shirogane to attend a party.

It was great, because he had no idea what kind of party it was going to be, and what he was supposed to wear. One of the people who managed to convince him, Donny, almost lost his lungs when he asked if he should iron a suit for the occasion.

"We're just going for a few drinks and the view, buddy! There's no need for that!"

"Well what should I wear then?"

"Wear whatever! No one really cares, unless you want to get more than a view."

Another co-worker, Jun, whistled. Takashi chuckled nervously in reply and brushed them off before suggesting to end the call. Just going there with them was proving to be hard enough. Getting more than "a view" was out of the question for him.

"So I'll see you both there at eight."

"Count on it, Taka-taka." Donny said, clicking his tongue before he pressed the "disconnect" button.

The man leaned back into his chair, letting his hands slide over his eyes and through his hair as he let out a big sigh. Was it really a good idea to jump into this? He had agreed to accompany both of them, but he was thinking more of a bar, not a club. Takashi had been to bars before. Bars were okay. Clubs on the other hand were an unknown territory for him. From what he'd heard clubs had their music much louder, their drinks stronger and their girls with clothes tighter and shorter than ever. Not that he wasn't looking forward to that somewhere deep down inside him. He couldn't deny that.

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"Hey, Takashi! Over here!" Donny called, lifting a hand and waving it lightly.

Takashi walked over and glanced at their outfits. Donny was wearing a beanie that pulled most of his blonde hair back, safe for the tuff of hair that never wanted to listen to him or gravity. He had a white T-shirt that was a little big for him, but with the jacket he had on, it was hard to tell. Takashi guessed that his shirt was tucked into his jeans, probably because he didn't bother to wear a belt, again.

Jun on the other hand wore pants that were skintight against his legs, with a T-shirt he probably borrowed from Donny. He had tucked it in so that it would show off the belt that most probably cost him an arm and a leg. Or maybe just an arm. His shoulder-length hair was tied in a loose low-ponytail, his dark hair seeming to mix with the T-shirt due to how dim it was.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." he said, seeing Donny stuff his hands in his pockets.

"No problemo. We didn't wait long." Jun said, pointing the club's neon-lighted entrance with his index. "Besides, the party isn't gonna go anywhere. Let's go."

"Obviously it's not gonna go anywhere, it'll just stop and go to sleep around three in the morning." Donny said sarcastically as they walked through the bright arc.

"Of course." Jun replied, rolling his eyes.

The music could already be heard from outside, but the moment they opened those glass doors, the sound hit them, almost physically. The bass was so loud that Takashi felt his heart vibrate. He lifted a hand over his chest to make sure that it wasn't going to puncture a hole into itself by dancing through a rib or something. The dance floor shone brightly, but not as much as the disco ball that was hanging from the ceiling on top of it. It was like a multicolored sun that wouldn't make you lose your vision as quickly as the star they had in the middle of their galaxy. Out of all the colors that it reflected, green was the color that caught his eye the most. Takashi followed a few green spots around the room, before falling on a woman sitting down at a table. Her smile froze him into place, making his hand clench his shirt. Donny and Jun, unaware of his state, grinned and pulled him over to a tall table closer to where the woman was sitting.

Takashi noticed some eyes followed him as he made his way to his yet to be claimed seat, most of them more surprised than curious. Some looked at him in a way that was unfamiliar to him, which made him a little uncomfortable, actually.

Donny had taken care of ordering the beer for them, which Takashi appreciated. He didn't know how different the drinks here were from a bar, and he didn't think that asking questions this close to the dance floor was such a good idea. The music was too loud to even hear one's thoughts.

The beers came almost as quickly as they were ordered, Donny giving himself the honor of shouting a small speech to Takashi's first trip to something else than a bar or restaurant. All three laughed and touched glasses, the sound barely being heard.

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"Hey, if there's a girl that interests you, just give me a sign." Donny said, after his fourth drink. "I'm the best wingman in his club, guarantee it."

"Oh no, don't trust him. Especially not after his fifth glass. He stops being able to tell the difference between pretty boys and girls." Jun said, taking a sip from his glass.

"He's at his fourth. Should I take him up on his offer?"

Jun chuckled. "It's your night."

"I thought we just came here for the view though." Takashi said with a smirk.

"Dude, with your looks there's almost no way you can leave this place with just a look. Trust me."

Takashi laughed, noticing that there were more cups on the table than he remembered a minute ago, but he brushed it off.

"Who do you think I should go for then buddy?"

"Oh, oh my god, dude, you're so lucky this club is full of babes right now. You got this real nice-looking one by the bar, just leaning over and staring at the dance floor--"

"Don, that's a guy." Jun said, eyeing the 'babe' he just described.

"And he'd be a great match if Takashi swings that way!" Donny laughed, before turning to Takashi. "Do you?"

"I don't think so?" he answered with a wry smile.

"Oh, oh okay. Well that's okay. That's diney finey, no problem." Donny shrugged, his shoulders sinking lower than they should. "Lemme tell you guys are great though. Just between you and me."

He finished with a shouted whisper that wasn't really understandable, but the words "really nice" and "booty" were heard at least thrice though.

Jun kicked him under the table. "Just move on, dumbo."

Donny laughed, but reached down to rub the pain away. "Well then, you got the sexy red dress by the bar, if you want to."

"She looks to dominant for Takashi. Try again."

"What about the cute ponytail with the aqua crop-top? She can move her hips."

"She probably just turned 21, or is really childish. Next."

"Uuuh, the pretty bartender? I heard that she has spear condoms under the sink."

"And what makes you think that the condoms are for her?"

"Well I dunno! Jeez Jun, if you're just gonna refuse all the chicks I suggest, why don't you choose one!" Donny pouted, elbowing his arm.

"Fine then, I think Takashi should go for white T-shirt over there." he said, pointing the general direction of the woman he had his eye on earlier with his chin.

The man looked to her, hoping that he was talking about who he was thinking about. And, as he hoped, their eyes met.

His heart stopped for the millisecond of eye contact they shared, and his breath cut at the thought of him being any closer, her eyes on him. Donny's voice brought him back to the table he was actually sitting on.

"Uh, which one? The one with the nice hair, or the one with the big breasts?"

"The one with the nice hair."

Oh diddlesnots they were talking about her.

"Why not the one with the big boobs?" Donny asked, looking at his friend.

"Have you seen the amount of foundation she has on her face? That white T-shirt probably came with her boyfriend, her friends and their boyfriends. That or she's looking for some sugar her sugar daddy can't give her."

"Oh my god Jun, you have to stop drinking right now. You're worse than me."

As they bickered on about who's the worst kind of tipsy, Takashi glanced over at the woman without her noticing. She was really pretty. A very odd, but attractive mix of cute and sexy made it easier for Takashi to think that the T-shirt she was wearing might as well be his. They looked alike, White and all. Made him wonder if she was in a relationship and if that was her actual boyfriend's shirt. It kind of... Irked him to think about it.

Her group got up and started walking to the dance floor, T-shirt woman being pulled along by her friends. They started dancing around, at first in a small circle of their own, then other people joined in. Takashi wondered if he should try, but when they started holding each other by the shoulder he didn't have to.

They were circulating in a circle, and as luck may have it, maybe, T-shirt woman tripped on her friend's ankle and fell forward. His table was close enough when this happened, so all Takashi had to do was reach out.

And he did.

But not far enough.

Instead of catching her by the arm like he had wanted to, Takashi ended up with a hand full of side boob.

And, wow, it was... Different than what he imagined.

"Whoa, are you ok th--"

The moment he realized where he was holding onto, his body froze again. He retracted his hand the moment she stabilized herself and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I, uh, uhm, well, you were falling and I was sitting right there so I-I reached out but I wasn't expecting to-- Well I mean I didn't want to, I swear!"

"What, disappointed you had nothing to grab onto?" she said, a small smirk on her lips. A small smirk that should be illegal.

"No, there was something quite nice to hold onto, I assure you." Takashi blurted out. "But I still didn't mean to---"

He stopped again.

What in the blazes did he just say?

The woman's smirk disappeared, her eyes widening again. Takashi's face turned beet red, and thanks to the alcohol, he felt beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck too. He was never drinking before approaching someone he was interested in ever again. Ever.

He was expecting her to burst out laughing at him, probably getting her friends' attention but to his surprise, she smiled warmly at him and said "That's nice to know then. Thank you".

Out of habit, he immediately answered "Anytime", which made things worse.

She giggled, making Takashi wish he could filter out any sound that wasn't her voice. God it was as nice as her.

"You're quite the charmer, Shirogane. I'm surprised I haven't seen you in here before."

"Y-you know me?"

"Who doesn't? You're a young prodigy that was chosen to be sent to Kerberos. Your mission is all my space-nerd friends talk about, you know."

"O-oh."

"Can I sit with you guys? My friends are still dancing and it seems people have already claimed my old table as theirs."

"O-of course."

"You're welcome to, pretty lady." Donny said with a smile, showing her to a seat between him and Takashi. She chuckled as she sat on it.

"You guys sure have been drinking." she said, noticing all the plastic cups stacked on one another.

"We have enough to build a small pyramid, if that's what you're saying." Jun chuckled, noticing that someone else was walking over.

"I think you can build the eiffel tower with all this."

"Eh, I like pyramids more."

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After a while, the music had died down a little bit, letting the group of four converse without having to shout too loudly. It seems that the loudest party people had decided to change to shots instead of dancing. And had brought T-shirt's friends with them.

"Welp, they took most of the view with them, so I guess we'll have to bounce sometime soon." Donny said, stacking another glass on top of the pyramid they were building.

"The view?" the girl asked as she put another glass on the pile.

"He meant cute girls and boys. You're not included because you're special." Jun replied, as the loud group shouted "OOOOOHHH" for this one guy's seventh shot.

"Oh, I'm flattered."

"This kinda makes me want to do shots too." Donny confessed, Jun lifting en eyebrow at him.

"We're building a pyramid and with everything we drank and you still want to drink?"

"Hey, if drinking this much can get us another cute girl at this table I wouldn't even mind taking a shot off you Junta."

"You pervert."

In the background, the music had died down a little bit, now the tunes becoming more chill as the DJ also took a break. Takashi stared up at the screen, looking at the name of the song.

--- NOW PLAYIN': GOOD ENOUGH BY MICHEAL BURN AND THE READY SET ---

There were still a few people dancing on the floor, and to his surprise Jun slipped by him to join the 'babe' Donny had described at the counter earlier. Now when did that happen, no idea. They looked good together though.

"Shoo, Jun won tonight then." Donny said, before his head sank into the crook of his arm.

The girl that was sitting next to him was looking at the both of them getting it on, resting her chin on her hand. She glanced at Takashi as well, but he didn't seem to notice. His eyes were still people watching at the ones dancing on the floor, a sigh escaping him.

She looked up at the screen and lit up when she saw what was playing next. The moment that Good Enough started to fade for another song, she let her hand fall on Takashi's. Before he could ask what she was doing, she pulled him off his feet and dragged him to the floor, that was suddenly the center of attention again. Takashi looked down at the girl, who now had a firm grip on his hand.

"What's going on?"

She just laughed, and pointed the screen. Takashi looked up and understood when he saw the name of the song.

--- NOW PLAYIN': SHUT UP AND DANCE BY WALK THE MOON ---

Almost everyone started singing (yelling) along, hands going in the air, hips swaying here and foots working there. It was a very disorganized but harmless chaos of limbs. At first Takashi let her lead his hand into the air, but when the guitar kicked in he pulled her close by lifting it too high for her, without letting go.

"Whoa!" she let out, her body crashing on his.

He started singing along a little bit, making her smile at him. One of her hands roamed up his neck and into his hair and he didn't hate it. Last time someone did that it was to pull at it, but she was probably too short to to do that. Besides her hand felt... Nice.

For the last chorus, people started jumping to the beat, and naturally they followed too. They yelled out the last "shut up and dance with me", staring at each other as they returned to the ground.

They both laughed, Takashi wondering if this is why people go out to clubs instead of bars. To feel young again. Not that he wasn't young, but now he understood that his normal routine did probably make him seem older than he was. And in a way, he couldn't help it. He wasn't good at his job simply because of his talent. The numerous hours of hard work was what helped him get this far.

--- NOW PLAYIN': SEXUAL BY NEIKED ---

People were retreating back to their seats, and Takashi thought they would too, but she held him back when the lyrics started.

"One more song." she mouthed with a smile.

He raised an eyebrow, but let himself be dragged back on the floor. To his surprise she brought him behind the crowd, closer to the disco ball than he ever thought they'd be. Their hands joined as they swung around a little bit, but before he knew it her hands were around his neck, her hips swaying between his hands. The chorus spoke for her actions, but he didn't know what he should do. He'd never been in this situation before. She giggled at the sight of him being so nervous, her hands coming to both sides of his face. She lowered him a little bit, letting his hands settle down on both sides of her hips.

"I'm feelin' sexual... So we should be sexual." she sang softly, her voice somehow managing to reach his ears.

She pulled him close and connected their lips, letting a few pecks happen before she slid her tongue in and closed her eyes. Takashi did she same, feeling his heart thump louder than it ever has in his chest. He'd kissed before, but this was much different than the others he'd experienced. Far away, he could hear Donny's voice.

"Fiddlestocks! Really?!"

He felt her smirk on his lips, and took his chance to deepen the kiss. Takashi forgot that she needed to breathe and pulled her body close enough to feel her crash against his chest. Her hands roamed along his pecks, seeming to push him away. They seperated, her arms now sliding to the back of his neck again.

"You jerk." she chuckled, before planting a kiss on the side of his neck.

"What? It felt good." he shrugged, letting one of his hands roam along her back. When she retreated from the hickey she gave him, he decided he would do the same.

He let his mouth fall on her neck, at first pecking her skin softly. She squirmed around, her laughter making him think that she was probably ticklish here, but he was rewarded with a small moan when he bit her. Not that hard, of course, but god did he want to.

--- NOW PLAYIN': FOOL BY TOITO ---

When he pulled back to see his work, Takashi felt pleased. It was in a place that told anyone that she'd been with him. Almost as good as telling the whole world he got to make out with her. She seemed pleased as well, since she was pulling him down for affectionate pecks that left red marks around his lips. When she pulled back, he brushed some of the lipstick away from his face, only making it spread further on his cheek. The music had finally finished, Takashi walking back to his table with his hand on her waist. He wasn't surprised to find that Donny had passed out, ordering more drinks for himself and Jun had someone's hand on his waist. The guy stood next to his stool, burying his face into the crook of his neck. Takashi coughed, making their attention turn to him. Jun's eyes widened, but he soon replaced that with a sly smirk.

"Well well well, look at you." he mused. "I thought a look was enough for Takashi Shirogane."

"Oh, well, you know. When the beach looks so nice, you want to dive into it."

The girl pulled herself closer by leaving a hand around his waist. "Did you just compare me to a beach?"

"Yup."

Jun laughed, letting his fingers intertwine with his partners'. Takashi let her sit on the stool he was on earlier, his hand still around her waist.

"So what do we do about Don here?" he asked, wondering if he always passed out when going to clubs.

"I'll pay his drinks. After that I'll take him home." Jun answered, making his partner Arthur raise an eyebrow. The shorter man let his shoulder sink onto him as he whispered something to his ear. Probably something that they didn't want to know.

"And what do we do about this?" the girl asked, lifting their hands.

"Oh, I'm not sure. What should we do?"

"You should get a room, that's what." Donny said, rising from the dead.

They all laughed, before Takashi kissed the back of her hand.

"Maybe that's what I should do." he thought.

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