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First Kiss with Shane

@hellhoundmaggie requested a first kiss scene with Shane. He was the first guy I romanced in SDV, mostly because it was easy to in the beginning and I wanted that first-year flower dance so badly. 😂 🌸

🎈 In case you missed it - First Kiss with Harvey. 🎈

While Harvey holds a special place in my heart and is generally my go-to husbando, I didn’t want to leave my “first SDV squeeze” in the lurch. I’m trying to expand my experience with writing romance in general. Hope you enjoy. It’s a freakin’ novella. Haha. I don’t do short, and I wanted to show how he fell in love with the Farmer, and she with him.

This is female farmer x Shane = first kiss. This one might be a little more PG.

😉❤️‍🔥🔥

Sweaty palms. Greasy hair. Chubby cheeks and legs. Is this what she sees in me?

Shane stared bleakly at his own reflection in the refrigerator door. It was quiet. Nearly noiseless in the back aisle of the stark JojaMart. A lull in the daily traffic around 4pm on the dot. When his shift ended.

Shane pressed his forehead against the glass, grumbling to himself about his infinite lack of progress on losing weight. Ever since he started going to therapy and quit drinking, he felt confident that his life would turn around. Like magic.

However, life outside the rehabilitation center was much harder than he remembered. He was still stuck in the same dead-end job. He was still bumming a room off his aunt with his piddly rent And he was still rather plump around his abdomen.

Every time Morris ordered him around, in that pompous high London accent, Shane wanted to give up. To give in. To snatch a beer outta the cooler and gulp away his frustrations.

Instead, he settled for cussing under his breath, and resolving to keep his head down. At least until he could find another job. No one seemed to be hiring in this dying town. The recession was still hitting hard. And he knew he was lucky to get his old job back after nine months in detox and rehab.

It was worth it. It would be worth it. He convinced himself as he puffed a lazy strand of hair out of his eye and continued stocking cartons of overprocessed milk, nothing like his aunt’s fresh bottles or the farmer’s delicious cheeses.

While he was still grossly underpaid, Shane worked out the math. In six more checks, he could repay her. The Jolly Rancher. Just thinking about his silly little nickname for the farmer lady to the north gave him a warm feeling. The kind that alcohol used to give him, only better, more real. Her smile was sweet.

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When she first arrived in town, Shane genuinely disliked her. All her bubbly, bouncy, jolly persona encroaching on his flat, boring, grumpy existence. He had cultivated a philosophy of "me myself and I" and was perfectly content being alone, sulking into a pitcher of beer at the end of the night. But not really…

Her jovialty grew on him, especially when he would see her around town, helping people out. At first, he figured she was just another city do-gooder come to convert the backwater people to a more modern lifestyle. But her joy and kindness was genuine. Even when he yelled at her to go away, she still murmured a heartfelt apology for disturbing him and then brought him freshly grown peppers or tomatoes the next day like nothing had ever happened.

The Farmer purchased cows from Marnie so she could make her own specialty dairy products. He was seriously impressed. Because what city girl just ups and buys cattle?

Sometimes when he was restlessly tossing and turning in bed (and if was honest, lonely), Shane would wander around in the wee pre-dawn hours. He always seemed to make his way to her ranch. Most of the time, she was out in the barn milking the cows and talking to them like they were her babies, with just a lantern illuminating her soft face. She was so beautiful.

Raising cattle was no simple task. He knew this from watching his aunt. And Marnie had horses, pigs, goats, rabbits and chickens to think of too. He wasn't sure if the new rancher in town, with little to no experience (save her degree in veterinary medicine), was stupid or brave. Over time, he determined she was the latter.

Out searching for a lost cow in a thunderstorm. Not thinking about her own welfare. Only wanting to reunite a terrified animal with its herd.

Fixing fences after wolves knocked down the back posts time and time again. Her fingers bleeding and scarred because of her lack of self-awareness sometimes. And chasing of “’dem there wolves” with sheer willpower... and... a big stick.

Rebuilding the barn from scratch when a wildfire spread down from the mountains. She saved every single one of those animals. And needing treatment for smoke inhalation because she went back in for the tiniest frightened newborn.

He remembered the time she got kicked in the head by one of the cows. Shane was so worried about her, even if he wouldn’t admit it when he carried her to the Clinic. Thankfully, it was only a minor concussion. (And it was an excuse for him to deliver Marnie's special basket of goodies to her twice daily so she didn't have to worry about feeding herself during her recovery).

The rancher struggled for a whole year, after arriving in the Valley. But even when things went wrong, she was up and back at it the next morning with a lightness in her heart and step. It. Was. Admirable.

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Shane resolved to do better. To be better. She made him think about how things could be different if he wasn't a self-sabotaging jerkwad. The number of times she dragged his sorry ass home after getting plastered at the Saloon was too high to count, even if it was out of her way, even if she said she didn't mind. She wanted him to be okay. To be safe. She said so.

And she half pushed, half dragged him to the Clinic the night things got really dark. When he faced the edge of the cliff and thought "No more!" When he thought death would be a welcome reprieve from his pathetic life.

She never judged him. She didn't enable him like his aunt. She didn't fall apart into a puddle of tears like Jas. She didn't lecture him on the evils of his ways while twirling his moustache like Harvey. Okay. Shane chuckled to himself. Maybe that last part was an exaggeration and unfair to the good doctor.

She. Simply. Cared.

Through her actions.

In the beginning, it was little things. A happy hello. A robust handwave. Then she started pulling up a barstool next to him in the Stardrop. She would ask him about his day and he would always answer the same way. But "go away" somehow morphed into a sarcastic "just peachy" and then eventually a half-hearted "fine, you can sit there." Once she jokingly called him Peaches.

He didn't want to be bothered with her questions and idle chatter. He didn't want to listen to her ranching successes and woes, retold in a much-too-chipper voice. He didn't want to know about Bluebell and Daffodil and Daisy, how Mister Munster was nursing a hoof injury and how Mrs. Butters was expecting her second calf. Why did she think he cared about such details?

But it grew on him. Those rosy, ruddy cheeks, enjoying a hard-earned glass of whatever Gus had on tap. The way her eyes lit up and sparkled when she talked about her animal friends. The way her pale pink lips pouted when she lost a game of Journey of the Prairie King in the saloon arcade. Again.

Shane found himself drawn to her energy. And he found himself missing her on the nights she didn't stop into the Saloon. Which was a rarity, but did happen.

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Shane knew she was someone special when he would watch the entrance door, breath caught, hoping she would breeze through, and then she didn't. Two days in a row. He started to feel disappointed, but brushed it off. Three days. He started to get concerned. On the fourth night, he went looking for her. And that's when he learned she was sick.

He practically broke down her door when she didn’t answer.

“Aww you were worried,” she laughed weakly, and coughed.

She looked rather pitiful, bundled under the blankets, hair sticking to her cheek, eyes droopy and dark. She thought Marnie would have told him. His aunt had sent a few of her ranch hands to help their neighbor out while she was under the weather. so her cattle weren’t forgotten

No, Marnie never did. He suspected it was because she didn't know it would matter to him. But it did matter. She. Did. Matter.

Without a word, Shane went to the kitchen and returned with a cool towel. He didn't even think. He laid the back of his large hand against her delicate forehead. He could've sworn the little Miss Jolly Rancher blushed. Or maybe it was the slight fever she was running. She audibly sighed as he placed the wet cloth against her burning cheek, closing her eyes and mumbling her thanks.

He wanted to know the last time she ate. She grunted and said something about some cereal earlier that morning. She didn't know for sure. She had slept most of the day. He promised he would be right back.

She told him not to bother, as she struggled to lift her body off the bed, propping up by a shaky elbow. He insisted she lie back down. She was a stubborn one. Her protestations didn't last long as her head was too foggy to think straight. He microwaved a bowl of soup. She tried to sit up again, and he fluffed her pillows so she could prop up.

Her grip on the spoon wasn't firm, her trembling hands an indication of just how weak she was. So he caught the escaping silverware and lifted the soup to her lips. She turned red as a hot pepper, but he eased her with a surprisingly tender words, "Please. Let me take care of you for once, Miss Jolly." His own face and ears were probably red too. But she accepted.

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Since then, he began the habit of calling her "Miss Jolly." She flushed every time, but he enjoyed flustering her. It was nice… to care… about… someone.

She returned the “favor” and called him Peaches. At first, jokingly, just to annoy him. But over time, even the ridiculous fruity nickname grew on him. She was invading his thoughts and heart and he couldn’t stop her.

He knew he had to change. He had to get better. Alcoholism was a disease that had ravaged his life and he was ready for something better. He couldn’t live like he had been any longer. She had changed everything for him. And he wanted to change in return.

Disappointment smacked cold. He had researched so many places. But the one place that seemed to fit his needs and desired treatment plan was out of reach. Prohibitively expensive. He sold his dad’s watch. His car. He worked longer hours. Maybe in a few years he could make up the difference.

She knew how much he wanted this... and how badly he needed this. Every glance at his savings account wanted to drive him to the bottle, the hopelessness of a solution just out of reach because of his crappy medical insurance. They wouldn’t cover it. Even though he was pretty sure Joja was the reason he drank so heavily.

No, that wasn’t true. It was his own insurmountable guilt. Of surviving the accident. When they didn’t. Of leaving Jas without a respectable father figure. Or a mother. He didn’t even fight when the courts wanted to give him jail time.

His aunt got a lawyer and gave him a place to stay when he got out. She helped him put together a resume and practically shoved the application for overnight backroom clerk in his hands. He had to face the music. He wasn’t cut out for any other job. And it was basically a glorified “stock boy.”

Approaching middle-age, recently released from prison, and overwhelmed with a crushing lack of self worth, Shane interviewed and got the job. He should be grateful. But the hours were grueling and monotonous. Customers were rude. Employees were ruder. Except that Sam kid. He was a ball of sunshine. And his boss was sucking the life outta him.

So he drank. He drank to forget. Because he couldn’t forgive himself. And every time he looked at Jas’ little pained expression, he drank more because he felt... so... damn... worthless.

The Rancher changed things for him. He felt more positive. He got up earlier. He brushed his teeth. He combed his hair. He put on his uniform for the world’s lousiest low-paying job and went to work hoping things would be better.

Faced with the inability to actually “get better” was... frankly... terrifying. What if he went back to being that same old pathetic blob of a human again? After ten agonizing days, he finally confided in the one person he knew he could trust. His “Miss Jolly.”

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He couldn’t believe he had been moved to tears. She surprised him... again. With her thoughtful generosity and selflessness. She promised to pay for the difference. Whatever he couldn’t afford. She told him it wasn’t a big deal. It was a VERY BIG deal! She still had some of the inheritance money from her grandfather. What she hadn’t spent on fixing up the farm.

“So I don’t get those gingham curtains I’ve had my eyes on for the past month,” she quipped.

It was serious. He couldn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. It was too much. He didn’t like the idea of being indebted. He was stubborn. He could refuse.

But she was more stubborn. She insisted it would be a loan, not a gift. He could pay it off over time. Without interest. Or he could work it off - sweat equity - on her ranch. Maybe with those chickens he liked so much.

In the end, he caved. He packed up what little he could take with him. And she walked him to the bus stop. Kissed his cheek. Squeezed his hand. And said the words that simultaneously made him laugh and warmed his heart.

“Go get ‘em, Peaches.”

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That was a year ago now. When he came home, she threw a big surprise party for him. A few people from town, his aunt, Jas. And she never looked more beautiful. She even found chicken shaped balloons. Because... what guy doesn’t want balloon animals from the girl he’s crushing on?

Crushing on? He smirked. I sound like a middle schooler.

He split his time between the market and her ranch. Gradually spending more and more time on her farm. Gathering eggs before his shift. Feeding chickens on the way home from work. Sipping peach iced tea in the shade of her porch and thinking this life wasn’t half-bad. But he wanted more.

She started bringing by lunches on his longer shift days. Homemade sandwiches and fresh-pressed juices and handpicked peppers. The kind that burst with sweetness or that spicy kick he needed to get through the rest of his day.

She learned to roll her own dough. Once a week, on hot summer evenings, she would make him pizza with her own special spicy red sauce. Wearing that cute little red and white checkered apron around her jean shorts and just below the edge of her tank top. Too hot to be standing around the stovetop making pizza sauce or the oven to bake the dough. But she did it for him. Shane looked forward to it after a long and grueling Saturday shift.

He still stopped at the Saloon most nights, but now it was just to drink soda and share a pepper poppers appetizer. Gus started bottling root beer, made from bark and flowers and herbs from around the Valley. It wasn’t alcoholic. And it was an acquired taste. Getting better with time.

She would breeze in and offer suggestions and feedback. Shane enjoyed watching the two “play” squabble over the choice of leaves. The kindly saloon owner and the girl he liked collaborating to make him a refreshing drink became a welcome nicety.

Most nights, they didn’t stay long. Heading out for long walks around town. Shoes scuffling along cobblestones. Kicking up dirt on wooded paths. Kicking off on the beach to feel the mushy sand. Talking about nothing important, but always special. Any time with her was special.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a friend like her. To have a woman of her rare caliber show him any attention at all. She got past his defenses and he welcomed it. And deep in his heart, Shane knew - this was love.

With today’s paycheck, he could finally take her on a proper date. Somewhere out of the Valley. Someplace where they could have fun together. He felt the excitement and nervous anticipation rising in his chest. Somehow he fumbled through an “ask” on her front porch this morning, managing to invite her to join him... if she wanted... at the bus stop... around 5pm. He had tickets to see the Tunnelers play.

Shane finished his shelf, glancing at his watch. Ten past four. Just enough time to get home, showered, and changed. He disposed of the empty boxes in the dumpster and delivered the cart to the back room. Opening his locker, he hung his apron on the hook. Instantly, he felt lighter. Like that thing was a noose around his neck. A ball and chain. He really needed a new job. And in fifty, no, forty-six minutes, he could see her...

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"SHANE!"

The shrill obnoxious tone pierced his moment of peace. The voice could only belong to one person - a holllow husk of a corporate shill, even more unlikeable than him, if that was even possible. Shane frowned, his eyes clamping on the store manager barreling toward him at full speed.

“A whole second shipment came in just now,” the man grunted. “Like I need this when I’m short-staffed, as always,” he offered an exasperated sigh.

I can’t imagine why... Shane thought to himself, bemused. The boss was insufferable. Always barking orders. Never praising his team. Paying peanuts. Polishing his baby - a silver Rolls Royce in mint condition - parked in the only covered spot in the entire Joja lot - every night - instead of doing paperwork like he should. How was he still employed? No one at corporate cared.

“Not my problem, Morris,” Shane replied.

“No, no, no,” Morris fluttered his short arms. “It is your problem. I need you to stay late and help Sam empty the truck.”

The man continued to ramble something about “this is why I pay you” and “you think you can do better somewhere else?” He badgered Shane about his “work ethic,” even if Shane had been a near model employee since returning from rehab. Even if his former colleagues actually welcomed him back, much to his shock. Shy little Claire even commented on how he was “different” than before.

Shane had been nominated for employee of the month, no doubt, angering Morris. The man had it out for him. Sticking him on graveyard shifts. Making him mop baby puke in the aisles. Forcing him to attend a “hospitality” seminar so he could learn to be nicer to, in Morris’ words, “bored housewives who somehow like your prickly personality.”

Morris, a man who prided himself in appearance, with his neat little bow tie and perfectly ironed jacket, couldn’t believe how the ladies bought more after a rough encounter with Shane. It was good for business, of course, and Morris would take all the credit. That hospitality seminar wasn’t cheap, he constantly reminded Shane. Like rehab hadn’t made him a better person already. Or his relationship with little Miss Jolly.

“They just fawn over your monotone delivery of the daily sales,” Morris droned on. “Yoba only knows why. You haven’t been educated at the finest university this side of the Pond with an impeccable taste in... well, everything.” Morris puffed his chest.

“I just don’t understand why they giggle at the register about the ‘handsome’ stock boy when they could have me recite the daily sales in Shakespearean English for heavens sake. Well, no matter. I can use what I’ve got. You.”

The man thinks I’m a frickin’ pack of meat.

“Now in order to have sales, we must have stocked shelves. And in order to have stocked shelves, I need to have you stay longer. Because shelves don’t stock themselves... and what are you staring at?”

Shane rubbed his jaw, catching his reflection in Morris’ little glasses. Could I really be that handsome? Morris wasn’t wrong. The market had been a little busier than usual in the mornings and around lunchtime. Shane came back from breaks early sometimes because customers “requested” him. He could reach the “tall” shelves.

But he wasn’t that tall. And most times, he needed a ladder. Unlike Sam. But even Sam told him he had been relegated to “cute” because the female patrons wanted to check out the new guy (on the ladder) because Shane possessed a look of danger and mystery, and had that "hot dad bod."

Like that’s really a thing I wanted! Shane rolled his eyes. It's all a little disgusting. Being oogled. Because what? Dangerous? Dad bod? I’m just me. There was only one gal he wanted checking him out. And he needed to get going if he was going to meet her.

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“No can do, Boss,” Shane removed his Joja cap and hooked it alongside his apron. “Got plans tonight.”

“No, no, no,” Morris’ voice grew tight, his eyes becoming tinier. “That won’t do. You must cancel your plans.”

“Do I get overtime?” Shane asked, half-distracted by the photo occupying the inside of his locker.

It was the only thing he had ever decorated with at work. A photo of him and Miss Jolly at the Moonlight Jellies festival about a month ago. It was the one time he actually thought he was photogenic. How could he not be happy? With a gorgeous gal by his side, smiling and laughing as the photo was taken, a woman who believed in him, rooted for him, and cared for him. Shane’s expression softened as he thought about how much she had impacted his life.

“You know what?” Shane ripped the photo from his locker wall with gusto. “I quit.”

“Are you even listening?” Morris was saying. “And no, I’m not going to approve overtime. You left early by one minute the other night. One minute!"

"And one time last week, you were late by three minutes. I will not approve overtime for someone who nearly runs over a flock of geese with his bicycle and is late to work."

"If you’re going to keep up with this lazy attitude of yours...” he huffed and straightened his jacket. “I may have to reconsider my decision to rehire you... even if you bring in the ladies... I mean... sales...”

“What?” Morris’ eyes grew wide as saucers beneath his horn-rimmed glasses, and then his expression darkened, as if Shane poured bitter coffee all over the plates. “You cannot quit. Are you joking?”

“Well I do, and I’m not,” Shane shoved the old rusty lock that never latched properly into the other man’s hand, a smile crossing his face. “With pleasure.”

Shane waltzed out of the soul-sucking store, leaving a dumbfounded former boss as the double doors whooshed behind him. He closed his eyes and took a big gulp of sea-salt air and sighed. He felt free.

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When she met him at the bus stop, his heart skipped a beat. She looked radiant in the setting sun. Her eyes sparkling like stars. And her sexy little denim skirt was a nice touch too. The way her hips swayed ever so slightly on approach. He forced his gaze upward.

"Hiiii... Miss Jolly. I'm glad you decided to come," he greeted, his tone a bit stilted and formal.

What am I doing? He rubbed the back of his head.

"Of course, Peaches. I'm excited," she grinned. "This will be my first game."

"You'll love it!" he replied, wrinkling his nose at her childish nickname for him. And I will too with you by my side.

"Is that cologne?" she asked when she reached his side.

Her fingers curled around his hoodie strings as she closed her eyes and took a whiff. "I like it." She grinned and winked at him. "A bit spicy."

"Yeah yeah," he murmured and ushered her onto the bus, but he hopped up the step behind her, feeling a little lighter on his feet.

"You're in a good mood," she remarked as they wandered toward the back of the bus.

The atmosphere was charged. Rowdy. Everyone seemed excited for the Tunnelers game. He nodded to a few familiar faces before settling in next to her seat. The back was better than the front. Cool kids sat in the back. What am I? In the sixth grade?

Still he was relaxed. Smiling even. She repeated her statement as if he didn’t hear her the first time. Damn straight I’m in a good mood. Because I get to spend time with you… maybe even tell you how I feel tonight… He decided the overcrowded bus wasn't the best place for that confession. The vehicle lurched forward and so did the conversation.

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"I quit my job."

Her eyes widened and a slow smile played at her lips, drawing his attention to them. I bet they're juicy. He had fantasized about kissing her, ever since she planted one on him at this very bus stop twelve months ago when he shipped off to rehab. Out of respect for their “business arrangement” and friendship, he held off on the liplocking, but it didn’t mean he still didn’t wonder what it would be like if he had just turned his head to meet her mouth that night.

“Good for you,” she laid a hand on his shoulder.

Her gentle touch bringing him back to reality and away from his lustful la-la land.

“I knew that place was killing the light in you. I just wish I could've seen Morris' smug face when you finally told him."

"Light in me?" he repeated, ignoring the statement about his ex-manager.

"Yes," she slowly slid her hand up to his cheek, blushing a little while she moved. "You look better. Brighter."

"That's just the shower talkin'," he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"No, it's you, Shane," she replied, dropping her hand far too soon for his liking.

He wanted to beg her to keep it there, against his cheek. But present company dissuaded him, and he remained silent, nodding his thanks. The way she said his name... he bounced his leg a bit in nervousness as the bus bumped along the road... it made his knees weak and his head clouded.

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"Did I miss anything?"

Shane descended the last step, returning to their seats in the stadium, snacks in hand. The game was tied up, the teams neck and neck in their scoring with each other. It was one of the most thrilling games he had ever seen in person. Even more exciting because she was there. With her incessant questions about the rules. Her exuberance at the Tunnelers' first goal. Even the little wrinkle around her eyes when she didn’t understand what was happening. He loved every minute of it.

And he loved explaining things. Even if he worried about boring her to death with his encyclopedic knowledge of gridball, he couldn’t stop talking. This was something he loved and he was sharing it with the woman he loved... even if she didn’t know it yet.

"Only the announcer making bad jokes," she smirked. “And that guy...” she pointed to one of the pros. “...doing a silly little dance for the fans.”

“Yeah, he’s known for that,” Shane laughed awkwardly, feeling a small twinge of jealousy that another man had caught her eye.

“Not that he’s any good at it,” she laughed too. “Not like our little grooves in the Saloon.”

“Oh?” he quirked a brow. “By the way, I got us some nachos. I asked the vendor to add some hot peppers… just like we like it."

"Like we both like it," she said in unison. "Thanks,” she snagged a chip and did a deep dip into the sauce. “You should've let me pay for snacks since you paid for tickets and the bus fare."

"Naw, we're on a date," he shrugged. "The guy pays. Plus, I wanted to."

Shane averted his eyes, suddenly self-conscious. "Did I tell you how much… I l…love…. Gridball?"

She stopped and looked at him as if surprised by his old-fashioned thought. I shouldn't have been so careless, he grimaced. Then he immediately wished his face wasn't so readable.

It was a date. A real date. But somehow they slid from acquaintances to friends to best friends and then... somehow something more, without ever defining the relationship.

Did she want parameters? Did he need a label? Were they... ever going to be what he hoped to be if he ever got his head out of his ass and asked her for real?

"Yes, only the thousand or so times on the bus," she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I knew you played in high school.”

Just like that, she slipped back to a more neutral topic. And he mentally flogged himself for the missed opportunity.

“Yeah, blowing out my knee pretty much killed my chances at playing pro,” he said. “Doesn’t stop me from enjoying the games though.”

“Have you ever thought about it?” she inquired. “Going back. Maybe the minors or even just a pick-up team. I bet you looked great in a uniform,” her eyes twinkled mischievously. “And I wouldn’t mind the view of you in those white pants.”

Red flooded his cheeks. Is she messing with me? How does she do it? Go back and forth between friendzone topics and flirtation? She made it look effortless. She was toying with him. She had to be. Dancing around the subject. Hoping he would ask. Or was he imagining things?

Her hand hovered dangerously close to his side. Brushing the hem of her skirt. Nearly touching his shorts. He gulped, feeling flattered, but strangely unprepared for her seductive little smirks. He handed her the soda he fetched, and she thanked him, gulping back the liquid as if it were a small instead of a large. Saying something about all the cheering making her thirsty.

He was the thirsty one. Eyeing her up and down and wanting to close the distance between them. Taking it from flirty friends to... faithful lovers. He never wanted a woman more than he did right now. To devote all his love and passion and energy and goodwill into being there for her just like she had for him.

For the whole second half of the game, he nursed his cola. Distracted by her every move. The way she would raise her heels in anticipation of a score and lower them back to the ground when they didn’t quite make it. The way she spoke with that happy voice of hers, the kind that could lull him to sleep or rally him to make his best efforts. The way she repeated back facts she was learning about the sport, that he had literally just taught to her that night. He was completely mesmerized... so much so... he forgot to actually watch the game. For once, he liked the distraction.

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When the Tunnelers scored again, she nearly flew off the ground, wildly cheering for their unexpected interception. He caught her hand as she was jumping back down. She squeezed it and continued whooping and shaking her fist victoriously in the air, never taking her eyes off the game. It was now or never.

"Hey," he said loudly to be heard over the stadium noise. "I've been meaning to tell you… thank you.”

“For what, Peaches?” she said, teasingly. “Did you see that? How many yards was it? Seventy-five? Eighty?”

“I mean it, really,” Shane cleared his throat, leaning closer to her ear. “ For sticking with me through everything."

She turned to face him, her expression growing more serious.

"My… anxiety… depression… you know," he continued, fumbling over his words. "The alcoholism… I mean, I wasn't exactly the funnest person to be around back then."

Did I just use the word funnest? He rubbed the back of his head, hoping to read her expression, but for once, he couldn't.

“You do that... when you’re nervous,” she remarked. “That head rub thing...” she reached up and ruffled his hair. “It’s... cute.”

“Uh...” Shane trailed off. She was not making this easy. But he needed to say the words aloud now or he never would.

"You… uh… still helped me. You've been a really… good… friend to me," he shared, and then immediately regretted his word choice.

"Oh," she said, quietly.

Was that a flicker of disappointment in her eyes?

He hurried his words. "Anyway this is your first gridball game, huh? Well? What do you think?"

Smooth, Shane. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Changing the subject again, you frickin’ chicken.

"Oh…" she said, glancing back to the field, sounding a little confused. "Fun. I guess, Pelican Town seems pretty boring in comparison. Unless you count Sam's punk rock blaring at 11pm, breaking noise ordinances." She forced a chuckle.

Is she…? Am I imagining things?

"I'm surprised," he replied. "Didn't you move to the Valley to escape the noise of the city?"

She's looking at me again with those beautiful heart-melting eyes. He rushed through his words.

"I mean… don't get me wrong. I totally understand. My life in Pelican Town is pretty bland, you know. And now that I don't have a job, I gotta find something meaningful to do with my time again. A guy's gotta eat, right? Heh?"

"I was thinking about that," she replied, without looking at him. "I think it would be nice to have you around full-time."

"What?" he blinked.

"I've got one ranch hand now to help in the back pasture and one that helps out with the milking and all, but if I'm looking to expand, and if they ever take a sick day, I could use some extra hands," she continued. "Maybe your hands?"

I couldn't. Possibly. Was she blushing?

"You've already… done so much for me," he hated the hesitancy in his tone. "I… uh…"

She ignored his last comment. "This would be a business thing. We could do it temporarily to see if you like it. And if it's a good fit for both of us. I can be a bit of a…" she narrowed her eyes, mischievously. "Hard taskmaster."

"Oh? Yeah I've heard that from your current employees," he smirked. "But you are still a jolly one."

"Yeah…" she smiled, almost shyly, tucking a hair over her ear. “Your Miss Jolly.”

The noise level in the stadium increased near ten-fold. All he could think about was how she said the words. She was begging him, wasn’t she? Walking right up to the brink and leaving him there? He reluctantly ripped his gaze away from the farmer to the field.

"Gah!" he screamed, his volume matching the crowd. "The Tunnelers are on the attack."

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked. "Oh my Yoba! Final seconds. They're gonna…" she jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "They're gonna break the tie."

"GOAL!" they yelled in unison.

He never felt so happy. He was going on six months sober. He quit his horrible job. The farmer was offering him another one so he could see her every day. And he got to watch his favorite team in the world in the closest game in history with his favorite person in the world. Sharing this moment together meant everything.

"Thank you Shane!" she said, trying to catch her breath. "This was the best evening ever with you!"

"I know, I know!" he exclaimed. "Probably one of the best moments of my life."

Before he could stop himself, his lips were against hers. Surprise flickered in her eyes. All he could hear was the thudding of his own heart. She was flushed. The warmth of her lips. The taste of root beer. The delight overwhelming the alarm bells. He took a step or two back, stumbling as he came to his senses.

"Oh?" he gasped for air. "Uh… um… sorry. I guess I got carried away there. Maybe I had one too many... sodas. All that sugar. Ha!"

Shane reached up to rub his head like he always did when he was nervous, just like she had noticed. Except this time, she strutted toward him, confidence in her eyes as she grabbed that hand and tugged him down. As they kissed for the second time, he felt her melt into his arms as she offered a faint “finally,” barely audible amidst the roar of the crowd.

Encouraged, Shane grinned, hoisting her off the ground. She giggled and kissed him more fervently. Maybe he didn’t need words. Maybe he only needed actions to show her how he felt.

And she was reciprocating. A dream come true. Their eyes remained locked in a loving gaze as he pulled back from her lips. When he finally set her down, he breathed heavily.

"You really do love the Tunnelers?" she teased, disentangling her hands from his hair.

"No," he shook his head, determined not to let this moment go by. "I really do love you."

"Come on, we'll miss our bus outta here," she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the exiting crowds.

“Wait,” Shane pulled her back for one more greedy kiss.

She happily accepted, but he felt a fleeting ping of sadness even as they kissed in the stairwell, people pushing around them. He wondered if she even heard his confession. Maybe it's too soon? We just had our first kiss. She probably didn't hear me.

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When they reached the parking lot, the reality of what had just happened still sinking in, they were too late. The bus huffed away with a puff of smog. They had just missed their ride back to the Valley. And there wouldn’t be another one until morning. If he hadn’t been so carried away and enamored by his date, maybe they would’ve left the stadium sooner.

“Guess we should call a taxi,” she broke the silence first. “Or... actually... find a hotel.”

“A hotel?” he repeated, his ears perking at the thought of sharing space with her.

"Yes," she replied, without skipping a beat. "I mean, if we're gonna be stuck together in Zuzu overnight, we should get a hotel. A taxi ride would be really expensive and I don't think we have enough time to get across town to catch the train."

"Oh right," he said softly. "Uh… I can't let you pay for a hotel too."

"It's no trouble," she pulled out her cell phone and started scouring the internet for places. "And a hot shower sounds nice after all the sweat and grime of us in there,” she nodded back toward the stadium. “...jammed in like sardines."

"Uhm…" he blinked rapidly. You're a grown man. Get it together.

"This place looks nice," she showed him a picture after a minute or two, while he awkwardly plopped on the edge of the sidewalk. "And it's got a 4-star rating." She sat next to him, dropping her hand on top of his. “Oh look it’s got an in-suite jacuzzi.”

"Uh… sure," he shrugged, uncertain about what to do with his hands that so desperately wanted to kiss her again. "Well, that definitely was a good game."

"Yes, and it's going to be an even better night, because it doesn't have to end here," she smiled sweetly. “Since we’re getting a hotel,” she winked.

“Oh yeah... and we won too,” he stammered. “The Tunnelers, ya know?”

“No... no, I didn’t. Really? They did?" she smiled sarcastically, and leaned closer. “It doesn’t matter.”

“What?” he gasped, feeling shocked as her blase attitude toward his favorite team.

“I mean, it was great... and all... and their win was pretty spectacular,” she acknowledged. “But I feel like I won the lottery with you here.” She interlocked arms with him. “Did you mean it? Shane? When you said you loved me?”

So she did hear me! And the way his name fell from his lips caused his heart to soar and he found his confidence.

“Yes, I meant it. I love you,” Shane replied. “But I wanted it to be special. Better than this... stranded in a parking lot with trash all over the place.”

“It is special,” she replied.

“But it wasn’t perfect,” he grimaced. “I was planning on telling you when we got back... when I walked you back to your place tonight.”

His head felt hazy with love and desire as she kissed him again. This time, she draped a leg over his, pressing against his chest. He audibly moaned, leaning into the kiss. His hand naturally slid down her back to help her balance, and he squeezed softly, like he had wanted to for a long time. She matched his intensity with a clutch of her own, and he groaned again, reluctantly breaking their touch.

“I don’t need perfect, Shane. I just need you."

His heart leaped from his chest as she continued.

"I love you too. I want you.”

“Ahhhh... then let’s get to that hotel,” he said, the heat of her breasts against his chest creating a near uncontrollable fire within him.

“Fine,” she playfully pouted. “I’ll behave... Hot Stuff," she fanned herself. “...for now... since we’re in public.”

“Believe me,” he replied with a heavy sigh, feeling a healthy growth between his legs. “I want you all to myself.”

She giggled and tapped her phone. "Done. Got us booked.”

“That fast?”

“Yes, It’s only a two and a half block walk. Now… shall we?" She jumped to her feet and darted away briskly.

“Someone’s impatient!” he smirked. “What if I had said no?”

“I wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Oh really?” he liked teasing her as she brought out his confidence. He started into a jog away, passing her on the sidewalk. “Well, I’ll see you soon.”

“Shane!” she laughed and chased after him.

Of course, he let her catch him. She playfully punched his arm, but then lingered. She was beaming. And he was too. Shane took her hand, looking down at the woman he loved, and smiled, brighter than he ever had in his entire life. She loved him and wanted him… just as he loved and wanted her.

“Shane?”

He wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulder. Tonight, he was going to make her fully his, and he would be fully hers.

"Yes, my Miss Jolly.”

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 5 months

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and we're taking parking lot risks

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Tagging: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex. Daddy kink. Sexual choking

Summary: Andrei deserves a little treat after his first game back.

Word Count: 4k

Comments: Yes, I know this is late and now he’s out AGAIN. But let’s not focus on that and instead focusing on how happy he and Kat were when he came back (the first time). xx

(gif by Queen Katie @pyotrkochetkov, i couldn't find it in the search and i HAD to use this gif because HE'S FLEXING HIS TITTIES LIKE FUCK DREI)

Kat pulled her hand from Andrei’s to lean against the hood of his lambo and she bit her lip as she gripped his tie and pulled him closer. “You should fuck me here,” she told him and ran her other hand down his chest to palm him through his slacks.

His jaw went slack as his eyes widened. “In the garage?”

She shook her head as she hummed. “No, let’s drive out to the main parking lot and you can fuck me on the hood of your lambo. How does that sound, big boy?”

Andrei raised his brows, but the corner of his lip twitched up as he bit his lip before he cupped her throat and kissed her deeply. He swallowed her moan and pressed himself flush against her. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he said against her lips.

“I ask myself the same thing,” she replied, voice muffled by his lips, and she tried to pull him closer by his tie. “Would it help to know I’m not wearing panties?”

There was nothing gentle about the way Andrei hiked her dress up her hips and pushed her legs open before he groaned loudly. She wasn’t kidding. “Fuck me, kisa,” he groaned.

“I’m trying,” she giggled. “Lots of time to make up for. And lots to celebrate.” Her smile softened as she ran her hand up to cup the back of his neck, “it was really nice to see you on the ice again, Drei.”

He hummed but didn’t pull his eyes from her pussy as he bit his lip. She hadn’t let him go down on her since he cut his chin open, and he wondered if he’d be able to convince her to let him eat her pussy tonight. But Kat tugged at his hair and forced his gaze up as she gave him a stern look. “Don’t even think about it. You got stitches on your chin; we’re not risking an infection.”

Andrei rolled his eyes and mumbled his displeasure in Russian. “Killin’ me, kisa. You know how much I love being right here,” he said and cupped her pussy in his big hand.

She was already wet for him; she had been for most the game thinking about her plan and she moaned softly. “I love it just the same, but you just got back on the ice, baby. I don’t need to be blamed for an infection because someone got cum in their stitches.”

“Would be worth it,” he mumbled and easily pressed two thick fingers into her, and he smirked when she gasped loudly. He curled his fingers up, teasing her g- spot before he pulled his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a low moan.

His eyes darkened as Kat looked up at him with flushed cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her to her feet before he opened the passenger door and helped her in, and he practically ran around the car to get into the driver’s seat. The car barely had time to turn on before he put it in gear and started out of the garage.

Kat laughed at his eagerness, but she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach. They were actually doing this. This had to be one of the most risqué́ things they had ever done, and it really turned her on. It really turned both of them on. Andrei was hard in his slacks as he drove out to the parking lot with his lip between his teeth, one hand on the wheel while the other rested high on Kat’s thigh, underneath that gorgeous little mini red dress she wore just for him.

The moment she stepped out in it earlier he had been ready to take her right then and there. All he had to do it push that little skirt up and sink into her, but she wouldn’t let him. She told him it would be worth the wait, but he didn’t realize what she had up her sleeve.

They pulled out of the tunnel and Andrei circled around and found a parking spot at the back of a nearly empty lot. It felt like it took forever but it was dark and

perfect. As soon as he turned the car off, Kat leaned over the center console and pulled him in for a kiss by his tie.

He moaned against her lips and easily hauled her onto his lap before he pushed her dress up so she could straddle him comfortably. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his, grinding down on his cock. Ever since the doctor gave them the okay, she had been utterly insatiable. She wanted Andrei constantly. She needed Andrei constantly. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

He kneaded her ass and moaned loudly against her lips. He was half tempted to just undo his slacks and let her ride him just like that, but he stopped himself. He wanted to take her on the hood. Ever since he got the lambo he wanted to fuck her on the hood, but he hadn’t had the chance until now.

“Kat, baby,” he whispered against her lips, his accent thick. She ran her hands up his chest as she kissed his neck and hummed and response.

“I need you. I know you can feel how bad I need you,” he groaned under her touch and fisted her hair gently to pull her back so he could look at her. His eyes were dark, and cheeks flushed, and she nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car.”

He groaned loudly and let her open the door. She nearly fell out of the car as she stumbled on her heels, but Andrei caught her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and steadied her as he guided her to hood of the car.

She leaned back against the hood and pulled him flush against her by his tie before she kissed him deeply. Andrei easily took control of the kiss as he reached between them to undo his pants and he groaned in relief before he untucked his shirt and pressed himself flush against her.

“Fuck me,” Kat whispered and nipped at his lower lip. “Take what’s yours.”

Andrei groaned as he nodded before he pulled at his tie and let it drop to the ground and quickly undid his shirt. He kissed her deeply and gripped her hips to hoist her up onto the hood. He only broke the kiss to pull her legs around his waist before he pushed his boxers down to free his cock.

“I don’t have a condom,” he confessed as he ran the tip of his cock over her slit, his eyes locked on her pussy before he lined himself up with her entrance.

“Then pull out.” She replied through clenched teeth, “come on, Drei. We don’t have all night.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and pressed into her, groaning as loud as Kat moaned. She felt so fucking good around him, and he knew she could take it so he didn’t bother to take his time and he bottomed out quickly before he kissed her roughly.

She moaned against his lips and locked her ankles together, pulling him closer. He stumbled over and braced himself on the car hood, one hand on either side of her head as he rocked into her, only able to pull out halfway with how tight she held onto him.

“Drei. Fuck, Drei,” she moaned. The only thing she could focus on was him and the pleasure he gave her.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are letting me fuck you on the lambo,” he groaned before he nipped at her bottom lip. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Andrei. All fucking yours.”

“All mine,” he agreed and fucked her harder, trying to get deeper and her eyes rolled back. Between the feeling of him, the coolness of the car and the thrill of maybe getting caught, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“I’m close,” she moaned as she fluttered around him.

“I know,” he breathed. He could feel her fluttering around him, and he took her hands in his and pinned them above her head as he pressed his chest against hers. “I want you to cum for me. I need you to cum for me, kisa.”

That changed the angle enough that he brushed her g-spot and it sent her over the edge. His hips stuttered and he cursed in Russian, but he fucked her through it. She felt so indescribably amazing, and he moaned loudly as his rhythm got sloppy. He was close, too.

He kissed her again, needing to feel as much of her as possible and she tightened her legs around him as she clenched down on him, and it sent him over the edge. He didn’t even bother to try to pull out as he came, pressing his body into hers, pinning her between him and the car as he filled her up.

They stayed like that for a long moment before Kat loosened her grip on him and he released her wrists as they caught their breath before he kissed her again, softer than before. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he said against her lips.

“So are you, Andrei,” she smiled and kissed him again. “I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re doing what you love again.”

“I’m glad I am, too,” he hummed and rolled his hips into hers again, smirking as her breath caught in her throat. “Very happy to be doing you again.”

She giggled before she bit her lip. “Round two?” She suggested with a grin, “bend me over the car this time?”

Andrei’s smirk slipped as his jaw went slack but he nodded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to drain me, kisa.”

“Maybe I am,” she giggled and pulled the straps of her dress down and smirked when his eyes immediately went to her chest.

His cock twitched inside her as he groaned loudly before he leaned in to kiss down her chest. Her breasts had gotten so big from nursing, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He loved her breasts before but now they were so big and sensitive, and he loved them so much. If he had to keep knocking her up to keep her breasts like this, he absolutely would.

Kat sighed contently and ran her fingers through his hair as she arched into him. He nipped at her soft flesh and shamelessly left little marks in his wake for him to enjoy on her when she nursed later, all little reminders that he was the only one who could make her feel so good; that she belonged to him and only him.

She purposely clenched around him as she tried to encourage him, a little more bossy than normal. “Come on, I know you want to bend me over the hood and fuck me,” she told him.

“I do,” he agreed, but it was almost painful for him to pull out of her when he was already hard again. He bit his lip as he watched the way she clenched around nothing, and he couldn’t help himself.

If Kat got mad at him, well, it would be worth it.

“Come on,” she repeated and whined as she started to turn herself over, but Andrei forced her back onto her back before he got down on his knees. “Andrei—” She started, but her protested died the moment his tongue pressed against her pussy.

It was no secret Andrei knew how to eat pussy, but every circle of his tongue around her clit felt heavenly. Not that focusing on her clit was enough for him. Day and night Andrei dreamt of her taste, and he forced her legs open further, needing more of her. He moaned loudly as he ran his tongue over her slit, absolutely addicted to the taste of her.

Kat moaned loudly as her hand splayed along the hood looking for something, anything, to hold onto, but all she found was the smooth, cool hood of Andrei’s lambo. “Drei,” she moaned and rocked her hips up against his mouth, seeking more, needing more.

He moaned against her and roughly pinned her hips back down against the hood of his car and looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. She whined when he pulled back, but it was only to spit on her pussy and he chuckled at the way her body shuddered before he dove back in and fucked her with his tongue, moaning at the way she fluttered around his tongue.

He could taste himself on her as his cum started to leak out of her, but that only made him harder. His cum was buried deep inside her and if he was lucky enough, it would give them another baby. That thought alone forced his tongue as deep inside her as he could as he tried to force his cum back inside her.

“Drei,” she moaned again, and her legs tightened around his head. He was rough as he forced them open, and she reached down to grip his hair. “Yes!” She cried, not caring who heard or who saw him make her feel so good.

He looked up at her with dark eyes, loving how blissed out she was. He loved how desperate she was for him, how loudly she moaned as he dug his fingers into her skin, and he surely left bruises along her thighs and hips.

Already sensitive from her first high, Kat moaned loudly and her second high built quickly. Andrei knew it as he felt her flutter around his tongue. He tried to pull her impossibly closer and ran his hand up her body to palm her breast. As soon as he pinched her nipple, it sent her over the edge. She shamelessly rolled her hips against his face, and he moaned loudly as she came. He desperately tried to pull her closer, wanting every drop of their mixed cum as he tried to draw out her high as long as he could.

Slowly, her moans turned to whines and she tugged hard on his hair, which only made him groan loudly against her. She clenched hard around nothing and rolled her hips back against his face. She needed more than his sinful mouth.

But she should have known Andrei wanted more than just one orgasm. One was never enough for Andrei.

Andrei pulled her closer wanting another high from her before he fucked her again. His grip tightened and he laid his arm over her hips to keep her still and his eyes closed as he focused on the taste of her.

It didn’t take much for her to cum again, pinned between him and the hood of his lambo. She gripped his hair as she moaned his name, but his tongue only emphasized her aching emptiness.

Andrei moaned as he drew her high out but as soon as she tugged desperately at his hair, he pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her cum as he gripped her hips and forced her over, so her chest was pressed against the hood.

The skirt of her dress was hiked up around her hips and Andrei stepped back for a moment to admire the view. She clenched around nothing as she whined but he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and snapped a quick picture. When they got home, he’d add it to the secret folder he uses when he’s on the road and away from Kat.

“Quite the view, kisa,” he told her as he put his phone back in his pocket before he smacked her ass. “So fucking perfect.”

She gasped and pushed back against him. “Come on, big boy,” she teased and wiggled her ass. “Fuck me.”

“I will,” he groaned and squeezed her ass before he lined his cock up with her entrance and he slid in easily. She was so much wetter now that she had cum three times and was full of his cum and he loved it. He gripped her hip in one hand and her hair in the other. “You’re a dream come true,” he said, his words slurring together as he moaned.

She didn’t have anything to hold onto so all she could do is moan as Andrei pinned her to the car as he fucked her. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god,” she moaned loudly. She was so sensitive from her first three highs and her fourth was building quickly as he hit her g-spot with every thrust.

“No, not Jesus, just Drei,” he smirked and tightened his grip on her hip, wanting to leave fingerprint bruises on her pretty perfect skin.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” she begged and bit her lip. “Fuck me like you mean it, Daddy.”

He released her hair but only to wrap his hand around her throat, pulling her back against his chest as he fucked her harder, getting impossibly deeper before he bit down on her shoulder. “Keep talking like that and Daddy’s gonna have to put that dirty mouth to work,” he replied, his accent thick with lust.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. She knew she’d get a reaction out of him, but she didn’t expect it to be so good and she clenched hard around him as she came. Andrei’s jaw went slack but he fucked her through it, drawing her high out as much as he could.

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly. “You like the idea of Daddy fucking your mouth right here where anyone could see?” His accent was thick as he fucked her hard and deep. He was so close himself, but he knew he could get another one out of her first.

Kat could barely get her words out, all of them slurred together. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. The thought of being on her knees, practically naked and in her heels, sucking his cock where anyone could catch them? Yeah, she wanted that. She needed that.

He bit her neck again. “Cum on Daddy’s cock one more time and I’ll let you lick your own cum off my cock.”

“Fuck,” she whined loud enough that anyone a mile away could have heard her. “I’m so close, Daddy.”

He grazed his teeth over her jaw and tugged at her hair. “Cum for me, cum for Daddy, kisa.”

Her eyes rolled back, and her jaw went slack in a silent scream as she came hard, soaking his cock as she squirted, hands grasping desperately at the hood of the car looking for anything to hold onto as she shuddered.

“Fuck,” he moaned and rested more of his weight on her as is eyes closed. “Oh fuck, kisa.” His voice was breathy and the feeling of her cum literally dripping

down his balls sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly and buried his face into her neck as he came hard, filling her up again.

He shuddered above her and he needed a minute to catch his breath before he smoothed her hair back and kissed her jaw. “So good for me,” he praised her.

She couldn’t even talk; she was completely boneless. All she could do was gently grip his wrist and lean into his touch. She spent all night fantasizing about this, but she hadn’t expected it to go as well as it did. She had a plan in mind, but this exceeded it in every way.

He kissed her temple and ran his other hand up and down her side. “So, you don’t want to clean me up, huh?” He teased with a laugh and kissed her temple again as he pulled her closer.

It took her a moment to find her words. “Give me a moment you literally just fucked my brains out,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“Oh, did I?” He asked innocently but his smirk grew, and he squeezed her gently as he held her close.

She gave him a small smile and melted into his touch before she tapped his hand and pushed back against him. She moaned as it pushed his cock deeper inside her before wincing as he pulled out and she immediately clenched at the emptiness. She was shaky as she sunk down to her knees in front of the car and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out for him.

Andrei’s eyes fluttered. He didn’t know if he had the stamina to go again, especially after his first game back, but seeing her on her knees, all fucked out with her make up smeared, he could feel himself start to harden again. “Fuck me,” he groaned in Russian and guided the tip of his cock to her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around the tip and hallowed her cheeks and she moaned around him as he guided himself further into her mouth. “Such a filthy girl,” he moaned. “Such a slut, letting me bend you over my car and fuck your pussy and now on your knees sucking my cock in an empty parking lot. What would you do if someone caught us, huh? Let them watch or would you shy away?”

She moaned around him and ran her hands up his thighs to grip his ass. She’d let them watch. Nothing would stop her from making him feel good.

He gripped her hair, “yeah, you’re such a little slut you’d let them watch. Let them watch as I pleasure you. No one could fuck you the way I do.” His accent got heavier and thicker as he spoke, every bob of her head pushing him closer. He wasn’t going to last, and she knew that.

Her nails dug into his ass as she moaned around him, tasting a mix of their cum on his cock. He was absolutely right. No one else could ever make her feel this good.

“Kisa, fuck—" He couldn’t even warn her before he came again, and he pulled at her hair as he came down her throat. It wasn’t as much cum given that it was his third orgasm of the night, but it was so intense he had to put his free hand on the edge of the hood to steady himself as his knee threatened to give out.

She completely drained him, but she moaned around him nonetheless and it was only when his moans turned to deep little whimpers that she pulled back to trace her tongue over the head of his cock, sure to get every last drop of his cum.

He said it multiple times, but he honestly didn’t know how he got so lucky to have her. He gently pulled back and then quickly pulled his pants up before he helped her off the ground. He knew the asphalt wasn’t good for her knees and he bent down to brush her knees off, even after she told him she was okay. His eyes were soft as he stood back up before he kissed her slowly. She smiled as she kissed him back before he pulled away to fix her dress.

He’d always look after her. Always.

“Come on, kisa, let’s go home,” he smiled softly, and she hummed as she leaned into him and let him guide her to the passenger door, which he of course opened for her.

After he closed her door, he chased his tie down which had blown over a few parking spots before he came around and got into the driver’s side. Kat immediately tried to lean into him and rest her head on his shoulder and he kissed her temple before he reached behind them to grab the blanket he kept in the back just for her.

“Here baby,” he whispered and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I know it’s late, but could we maybe take a bath after checking up on the twins when we get home?”

Andrei’s smile softened as he nodded. “Nothing is ever too late for you, my Katarina,” he whispered and kissed her again.

Kat’s smile grew and she ran her hand up his strong thigh. “Then let’s go home.”

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polyamorouspunk · 9 months

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Anyone who’s followed me for a while on here knows that I’m the king of not knowing when to keep my mouth shut, so I’m going to try and embrace and talk about something.

So I stepped up my anarchy game last night by, uh, removing a homophobic message, we’ll call it, and I want to use this experience and well as others to talk about some things.

Any anarchy you engage in is going to be terrifying the first time you do it. You will be petrified. You will be paranoid. You will think that the cops are going to come banging down your door or car window even if you didn’t do anything illegal. I’m sure if you’re a black American you already feel this way on a much lower and more frequent level just living day-to-day, but if you’re white and you’re trying out anarchy for the first time you’re going to be terrified because we have ALL been conditioned to think that “when anarchy happens the cops are immediately called”. That’s not true. It can be a bit of a mind-bend to convince yourself that you’re not going to be noticed or found out. There are many posts with tips and tricks to make sure this doesn’t happen, but that’s not what this is. Along that line, people who engage in anarchy are not these fearless people. They are average people like you and me. It’s easy to see people and go wow they’re so brave but there’s a good chance they’re scared shitless. They’re brave because they can override that fear but harness it when needed to complete the anarchistic goals.

If you are in trouble, cut and run, even if you aren’t done. It can be very easy to think “I’m so close! I just need a bit more time!”. Don’t. Don’t take that chance. Leave it. I didn’t finish removing all of the message I found last night, but I started noticing 2 cars circling the streets looking for me, so I wasn’t risking staying there to finish it. Because I decided not to stay and finish what I started I made it home safe. If I had, I could have been caught. In that moment I made a snap decision that said “it’s time to go now” and that was the right decision to make and I stand by it.

Even if you’re work goes unfinished or gets replaced in the line of “anarchies that send a message” it doesn’t mean it wasn’t all for nothing. You sent a message. The homophobic message I removed was replaced right after I took it down. Not sure if it even lasted the night honestly. Meaning no one saw my work except the people who spotted me when I wasn’t quick enough to hide and the people who replaced it, and if it did last the night then maybe the errant person here and there. But what I’m telling myself is that person or persons who put that message up now know someone doesn’t agree with it. Someone willing to stand up to them. To disrupt the status quo. They can no longer think that everyone is going to go along with them putting that message up, because I don’t, and I made that clear by removing it, even if it was only for the briefest of moments.

Don’t push yourself too hard if you have limitations. I pushed myself too hard last night to do this and my body is suffering both last night and all today, and probably at least all tomorrow as well. It was a good effort and I’m glad I did it even though I was freaking out, but as I alluded to in my posts last night, I did trip and fall and sustained some injuries, and also I just pushed my body too much to get the whole thing done. Was it worth it? I’m telling myself it was, because it has to be, because if I tell myself that it wasn’t then what do I have? At least I’m practicing what I preach, and that’s important to me.

Going back to #1 and #3, bigger anarchies are scary, but even if they don’t really work out like you planned, it helps to desensitize you to these kinds of extracurricular activities. The first few times I did my routinely anarchy, I was petrified. Now I hardly even blink (but I’m still careful). Become comfortable but not lax. Become relaxed but not lazy.

Don’t post about your activities directly online. I wouldn’t even recommend making a post like this but like I said I suck at keeping my mouth shut and I’m hopefully being vague enough if anything does come knocking. Take care to clean up after yourself.

#punk culture #okay to reblog

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set fire to the rain, part one #PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x reader! , Charles LecLerc x reader!platonic

SUMMARY: your first love is hard to forget because it leaves an 'imprint' on the sensory areas of your brain

WARNINGS: angst, will continue a part 2 soon! Listen to the song as a background music to get the feels of it!

FC: roses_are_rosie

sometimes i wake up by the door, that heart you caught, must be waiting for you

There’s a saying that goes, “your first love is hard to forget because it leaves an 'imprint' on the sensory areas of your brain” and you’ve never believed it until you’ve experienced it.

you dated a man, that would do anything for you, that would suprise you breakfast in bed, made you feel like you’ve strike a lottery every single day, made you feel like your next could never beat this man.

But, the world is cruel because a few years later you’ve lost this man to someone who’s much worth than you are.

Even now, when we’re already over, i can’t help myself from looking for you

You’ve met through a mutual friend, some one who’s still close to you.

“I promise you y/n, you’ll like him! who knows you’re gonna finally fall in love and be in a long term relationship?” Charles was convincing you to date one of the drivers from the grid.

He was literally following every footsteps you’ve taken, usually you don’t mind his existence but here you are trying to focus on the notes placed in-front of you.

“Charles, if i wanted a relationship i would have been on hundreds and thousands of blind dates, i wouldn’t even be here right now! but im here, studying this” you sounded pissed while pointing to ur thick notes that was placed on top of the cafe table.

“Look, take a breath of fresh air, make yourself look pretty on date nights, do things you’ve never done before y/n! Live your life!” Charles was literally giving you the puppy eyes.

“Charles leclerc, i’m 4 years younger than you and i’ve an important examination that determine my career, but if doing this makes you shut the hell up, fine. Once and if this guy icks me, i’m not listening to you anymore!” You rolled your eyes jokingly, and heard charles pumping the air with a whispered ‘yes’

He snatched your mobile phone that you were holding on, and key-ed in number and letters and showed you the screen.

There on the screen was the name of your first love, pierre gasly.

Pierre Gasly, was a french man who took your breath away upon the first meeting. French wasn’t really the language you’re an expert in, even when your own best friend is monegasque. You’ve learn couple of words from charles but that’s it as both of you tend to mainly converse in english.

The whole date was not awkward at all, which comes to a surprise to you knowingly you’re a huge HUGE introvert with no social skills and from one date, to once in a few weeks dates to weekly dates and to finally being together.

In the first year of being together with pierre, nothing changed, everything was the same feeling as when you’ve met the first time. He would bring you around France whenever you’re on holidays, introducing you to his family and friends. What hits the spots is when he would bring you to places that he treasured the most.

The second year was when you’ve started to notice small changes, it started from him missing your weekly dates, not answering your calls with the excuse of him being too busy. You didn’t mind it at all, knowing you’re working while studying, your time for him wasn’t that much too, your routine while he was on season would be campus, work and sleep.

Whenever its off season, you’ll have routines where pierre and you would have picnics by the beach, pottery dates and more, but as days pass by you’ve realised how less time he has for you.

You knew something was wrong, but for someone who’s too in love, you refused to say anything until Charles spoke to you.

It was just a normal weekend, you’ve not plotted yourself a shift to your part time job, so you’ve decided to settle your school works at your own comfort of home until you heard a bell. You knew it wasn’t pierre and at this point, you had no faith in both you and pierre’s relationship.

“Hey, it’s been long” charles came in the house and hugged you.

“Yeah, sorry man, i’ve just been too busy, i’ve got to keep getting good grades for you to finally see me on the grid being a reporter” you smiled and led him to your kitchen, where most of your notes, laptop, books were.

“Sorry for the mess, was kinda in the zone” charles laughed, not minding one bit knowing how focused you are once you’ve start on your work.

“Pierre’s not homed?” Charles ask confusingly

“Pierre’s moved out, it’s only me charles” you refused to talk about pierre even-though you’re still in a relationship with him.

“When did it happened, why hasn’t pierre told me? What happened between you and him, y/n?”

“We lost the spark charles, i know he has his eyes on someone else charles” you knew, you knew how he looked at her whenever she was invited to the driver gatherings, you knew but you refused to believe even-though you knew how much prettier she was than you

“y/n, i’m so sorry. I didn’t know anything, i’ve never expected pierre to have done this, mon cherie. I’ve feel fault knowing I’ve introduced both of you to each other” charles stood in-front of you and engulfed you in a hug which led you to have a breakdown.

“It’s never your fault charles, this is why i’ve told you countless times i’m not interested in the dating zone. I’d rather stay home at weekends facing my bed and tv”

you laughed, but charles knew deep down his best friend was suffering silently, and this was what charles was scared off, losing two of his best-friends and having to choose a side.

“Charles, i know you’re thinking of choosing a side but you don’t have to, pierre and you were friends way before i’ve met you. We can still be friends charles, i do not mind at the fact you’re best mates with my ex charles. If anything, i’m happy that you’re willing to be friends with me, so don’t think too much charles, you’re just gonna overthink your small brain”

both of you laughed, but you were different, for some reason the tears couldn’t stop coming down.

“Did pierre asked for it?” Charles asked, not believing his best mate had just broken the heart of his other best friend.

You shook your head and pointed at yourself, “ i did. I think he had a grasp of the situation and didn’t fight back, but it’s alright. It’s an experience for my first love” you’ve shrugged, while cleaning the mess you’ve made

Both of you have decided to not talk about pierre anymore and continue on both of your days together, with charles making sure you’re going to sleep with peace.

Months passed by, you’ve finally scored your first reporter job on the grid and it was the Monaco GP.

You had Lissie mentoring you and guiding you through everything, you knew Lissie through Lando and you’re glad for this because with out this opportunity you’ve wouldn’t be here as a reporter.

“We’re going to scuderia alphatauri team, y/n do you want me to take over?” Lissie asked you for the second time.

You gave her a smile and shook your head “Lissie it’s fine, i will be okay, i promise you.”

Lissie knew your past with the certain team member of scuderia alphatauri team and safe to say she wasn’t really happy with the personality of his but you’ve assured her that he wasn’t really a bad guy, maybe just a right person wrong timing?

What you didn’t notice was charles and pierre conversing and pierre eyes mainly focusing on you.

“Charles, you’ve never told me y/n would be here?”

carlos came and joined the conversation asking charles about your presence on the grid.

Charles was confused, why would you be here? You had decline the paddock passes he gave to you and so he followed carlos directions and saw you there right in-front of the camera interviewing George Russell and charles heart has never felt so full seeing your dream had been accomplished

Charles ignored the conversation with pierre and carlos and walked straight to you and waited for the interview to end to hug you.

“Surprise charles, i’m here, this time being paid!” You hugged back and stepped back

“I am so so proud of you, thanks Lissie for giving her this opportunity!” Charles smiled and thanked Lissie knowing how much the opportunity meant to y/n.

Lissie laughed it off and mumbled a no worries to him.

“Will you be interviewing us? Carlos and I? When will that be?”

“She’s not going to Charles, i’m sorry you’ll be seeing my face instead” Lissie broke off the news to him and laughed

Charles rolled his eyes jokingly, “for once, i thought i could get away from you, Lissie”

While Lissie, Charles and you were conversing, pierre, yuki and carlos made their way to the three of you.

“Hey y/n, long time no see” yuki greeted you

“Oh please, we met last sunday at the japanese restaurant, stop lying yuki!”

You knew the air was intense with charles and Lissie being protective of you around pierre and carlos with yuki having zero ideas of the backstory of both you and pierre parting.

“Hello Pierre, Hello Carlos! Fancy seeing both of you here too” you smiled.

“Well i fancy seeing you here, seeing you with radios and scripts attached to you is something i need to get used to looking at” Carlos touched the radio that was attached to your hip

“I’m proud of you, y/n” the sentence that would’ve broken down y/n if she wasn’t right in-front of her friends

“ oh shut up carlos, watch out for me more often in the future gps, don’t fall for me! and thank you pierre, couldn’t have done it without Lissie’s help of course!” Refusing to have the conversation mainly focusing on you, you shifted it to Lissie

After all of the catching up session, you’ve interviewed scuderia alphatauri and you’re thankful that it wasn’t as awkward as you’ve thought it’ll be. Once it was wrapped up, you excused yourself and pack things that were needed to be packed with Lissie.

Things were going smoothly for you for the weekend, avoiding pierre and focusing yourself on the task that was given. Interviews with you was widely loved by fans knowing that you’ve already formed a relationship with 20 of the drivers way before.

Soon after, Lissie and you were separated, you’ll be in charge of games and Lissie does most of the talking interviews. You were being sent to different gps than Lissie, though it bugs you off not being with Lissie, you still couldn’t be more thankful.

You’re finally at the Miami GP, this time with Lissie. God really wasn’t on your side today because, if anyone could have been stucked in a lift with you it has to be kika.

The woman that pierre had his eyes on while being in a relationship with you.

Kika knew of your existence but it takes two hands to clap so you did not really put the 100% blame on her because at the end of the day, pierre’s to be blamed too.

“Love the grey dress on you, y/n! you look really good in it” this shocked you, because this was your ever first conversation with kika herself.

you coughed and thanked her while complementing her outfit too, not really your style but for the sake of being kind, why not…? right?

“I didn’t know about you and pierre” she continued, you were really pissed off at the fact why has no one come to rescue me and her.

you really did not want to have this conversation especially after it took you almost 7 months to fully moved on.

“No worries, old story. Pierre’s much happier with you,yes?” You told her off while taking a seat on the lift floor.

she sat beside you.

“He’s not over it yet y/n, at night when i can’t find him next to the bed with me, he’s in the kitchen scrolling through pictures of you both, i’ve caught him listening to the playlist both of you’ve made too. I don’t blame him y/n, i’m sorry for telling you.”

“Kika….” you were stunned, in the 7 months it took you multiple shifts, late night studying to get rid of pierre on your mind only for it to come back right here right now

“I know you’re much more happier now y/n, but pierre was much happy with you than with me. I’ve noticed during the interview you did with him and yuki, I think that was a sign, you know? He doesn’t call me cherie, because it reminded him of you”

“kika, this is too much for me, let’s just be silent yeah?”

All you ever wanna do right now, is to get back to your hotel room and cry your lungs out

5 mins later, you hear the elevator door open and ding, and there stood in-front of you was the man of honour himself.

“Hey love, you okay?” You thought he went to kika and that was what confirmed it for you until you realised he was in-front of you.

“Pierre….? Kika’s there” you sound confused and pointed to kika

a/n : that’s all!!!!!! i hope you like part one, will post part 2 ASAP! pictures are there too let yall imagine the outfits etc!

#pierre gasly angst #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc fluff #pierre gasly oneshot #f1 x you #f1 fandom #f1 x y/n #f1 reader

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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B.S Standards pt.1

Kim namjoon/Reader

Summary: Ever since moving to Korea to be with Namjoon, the high standards for beauty have been taking a toll on your self esteem...

Warnings: Body image, swearing, over exercising, vomiting, pregnancy

Word Count: 1728 M.list

Before moving to Korea you never had any issues with the way you looked or even your weight. You knew you weren’t the skinniest girl in the world, but you still loved yourself. That was until you moved to Korea and found that most high street stores didn’t even carry your size. This caused you to pretty much have an internal breakdown, having not realised just how strict their beauty and weight standards were before hand.

Namjoon had been amazing, doing his best to make you feel better about the situation. He was silently cursing himself for not having the foresight to warn you about the sizing in stores, not having really had to deal with it himself. He’s always been skinny so it just wasn’t something he needed to worry about.

‘Babe if they don’t have your size then we don’t need to give them business.’ He’d reason with you with you as you stormed out of another store, embarrassed beyond belief.

‘Besides, there are so many online options! Will you stop!?’ Namjoon had to jog to keep up with you, having to grab your arm to force you to a stop.

‘That’s not the point Joon!’ You snapped, taking him by surprise when you ripped your arm from his grasp.

‘It’s humiliating to be told point blank I’m too big to shop somewhere...’ Your voice got softer as you spoke, defeat clear in your tone as the emotions finally caught up to you. Namjoons face softened when he saw just how much this was effecting you. To him, you were beautiful, the most perfect woman, and it was breaking his heart that his own countries standards were making you doubt that. He glanced around and noticed that you had caught a few peoples attention with your outburst. Namjoon took your shoulder and quickly guided you to a more secluded section of the street before speaking.

‘Listen to me.’ He was stern as he grabbed your hands. You refused to meet his gaze, trying hard not to cry.

‘You don’t need these high end fancy clothes to be beautiful. If these places wont even cater to bigger sizes, then they aren’t worth your time.’ He gently tilted your chin up so he could see your face.

‘Should I try to loose weight?’ You mumbled meekly, eyes watering as the question fell from your lips.

‘Hey! I don’t want to hear you speak like that!’ Namjoon snapped, immediately wanting to shut that down. Your eyes widened at his harsh tone.

‘If you want to loose weight, you do it for you! Not some bullshit standard!’ he grasped your arms tightly as he spoke, more tightly than you are sure he meant to. He knew he may have been a little sharp, but it was what you needed to hear.

‘I do want to do it for myself...’ You trailed off, trying to convince yourself more than anything. Namjoon thought over your words for a few moments before sighing, releasing your arms to rub at his face.

‘If that’s what you truly want, then let me help you.’

Over the next few months, you had been working overtime in the gym. You had basically taken over a spare room in yours and Namjoons home and turned it into a home gym, spending more money than you wanted to admit to. You’d bought all different kinds of workout machines, not even really knowing how to use most of them when they arrived, but you quickly managed to figure it all out thanks to helpful YouTube tutorials. It would have been a lot cheaper to just get a gym membership, Namjoon had even offered to introduce you to his gym, but that would mean working out whilst other people, strangers, were present. Whilst you knew that other gym goes most likely wouldn’t pay you any mind, you didn’t want to deal with the anxiety that would come with a public gym.

Namjoon had been supportive of you trying to loose weight. He’d even been helping you just like he said he would, joining you for your workout’s and giving you different sets to work through that worked well for him in the past. He would then always make sure that you were eating properly afterwards too.

You definately noticed the difference, already dropping a whole dress size thanks to your nearly constant exercise over the past few months and not to mention the dieting, but it wasn’t enough for you yet... You needed to fit into those clothes that you couldn’t before.

‘Y/N?’ There was a light knocking on the door to your gym. Pausing your workout, you turned to see Namjoon pushing through the door.

‘You’re still working out? Have you not stopped since I left earlier?’ Namjoons face scrunched up in concern as he checked the time on his watch. He had to run to his studio earlier to help Yoongi out with a new track. He popped his head into the room before he left so he knew you were working out for a while already. He had been gone for around 2 hours so he had expected you to be finished and showered up by now, but here you still were.

‘I took a short break, but I’m not done yet.’ You were breathing heavily as you spoke, exhaustion winning you over. You cringed as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your face was beat red and drenched with sweat, not to mention your hair, which was sticking out in all different angles.

Your whole body ached, all you wanted to do was rest and relax. It didn’t help that you were also feeling nauseous all day, but you knew you had to push through it. You took a step towards your weights, when suddenly your head became fuzzy, causing you to loose balance and nearly toppling over.

‘Y/N!’ Namjoon was quick on his feet as he rushed to steady you.

‘This has gone too far. You need to rest.’ He demanded, not willing to take no for an answer. He grasped onto you tightly, almost fully holding you up by your arms.

‘I’ve been feeling so tired and sick the past few days...’ You trailed off, finally giving in to your body. A pained groan slipped from your mouth and you grasped your forehead as a wave of pain shot through.

‘And you’re making yourself worse by pushing so hard.’ He shook his head as he lead you towards the bedroom.

‘I think I’m gonna be sick!’ You suddenly blurted out, pushing away from him roughly and darting to the toilet, just as bile began to build up in your throat. You made it just in time to let out the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

You felt Namjoon come up behind you and start rubbing your back as you continued to throw up.

‘Maybe you should see a doctor Y/N, this isn’t good.’ Namjoon was no longer angry, now he was just worried. Surly over exercising wouldn’t cause you to throw up like this, so something else must be going on.

‘No, no doctor. I’ll be fine.’ You forced out before another wave of vomit came up. Namjoon decided to let it go for now, knowing there was no use arguing with you when you were like this. For now, he would do his best to make sure you were taken care of.

You weren’t fine, in fact over the next few days, the vomiting and fatigue only got worse. After almost a week of this with no signs of stopping, Namjoon suggested that you take a pregnancy test.

‘You can’t be serious Joon!’ You stared at him wide eyed as you sat up in bed.

‘I’m dead serious.’ He stared down at you, face hard and unmoving. ‘When you refused to see a doctor I looked up your symptoms and it makes sense.’ You rolled your eyes as he explained but you said nothing, not wanting to believe that what he was saying could be true.

‘Please just humour me Y/N.’ You looked over to see him pulling a home test out of a pharmacy bag. You stared at the test in disbelief.

‘Joon are you insane!? What if someone saw you buying that?’ You exclaimed.

‘I don’t care about that, just please.’ He pleads with you , holding out the test for you to take. You looked at it for a moment before sighing in defeat. Using the small amount of energy you had left, you forced your way out of bed and snatched the test from his hand.

‘Wait out here.’ You grumbled as you walked into the en suit bathroom. Namjoon just nodded, not wanting to push his luck since he’d finally gotten you to agree.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands. Neither of you had really talked about having children. It was like a silent agreement between the two of you that focusing on your careers was the most important thing right now. Though Namjoon couldn’t stop the small smile appearing at the thought of having a baby with you.

He hadn’t even noticed you leaving the bathroom until the test was thrust into his line of sight. He jumped back and glanced up at you, unable to read your expression, before looking back down to the test. 2 pink lines stared back at him.

‘I guess you were right.’ You trailed off nervously, not really sure what to think in that moment.

Namjoon stared at the test, mouth agape, before transforming into the biggest grin possible. He was up in a flash and pulling you into the tightest hug, taking you by surprise.

‘Y/N this is amazing news!’ You could tell from his tone of voice that he was over the moon. You had always thought that you wanted kids, but now that you had worked so hard to loose all your weight, you couldn’t help but think about how you were about to put it all back on.

‘Yeah...’ You whispered back, wrapping your arms round his neck. More to comfort yourself, rather than a happy embrace. You couldn’t let him know you were upset. You wouldn’t let your own insecurity ruin his chance at having a happy family...

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #drabble #reaction #smut #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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nonotnolan · 1 year

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Cursing Fate

“See, I told you there were much better host bodies than mine,” I said to myself as I walked past the tennis courts on my way into the gym. Well, more specifically, I said it to the alien passenger inside of my body, but it was the same thing, really.

I was on my way to my eight AM class when I noticed something moving in a nearby alleyway. I thought maybe it would be a kitten or a raccoon, but when I knelt down to investigate, something slimy crawled up my arm and into my ear. My hand was barely at the side of my face to try and brush it off, when suddenly I had no control over my body anymore. He wasn’t very forthcoming with any information, but I was able to convince him to take over someone else’s body. I’d dreamed of encountering an alien lifeform like this... I just needed to convince him that he could trust me.

“Derek is who I was planning to give you,” I said as we walked past him. “That’s him in the green t-shirt. I’ll slip you into his locker so that you can ambush him, and then when I’m done with class we can meet back up.” Until today, I had been cursing fate for making my college require a PE class credit for graduation, but if it meant having one of the myriad sexy athletes who taunted my daydreams as a boyfriend, it will have all been worth it. Especially if that sexy athlete is also an alien who needs help learning and assimilating into our culture.

“I find this an acceptable agreement,” the alien said, taking temporary control of my voice to communicate with me. The feeling of becoming a passenger inside of my own body was still incredibly surreal, and frankly a bit nerve-wracking. Still, better him than me. It was hard to feel sorry for him when he’d always been such a homophobic asshole-- he had started giving me extra shit once he noticed the pride pin on my backpack. He was a country boy through and through, and as such he had no patience for my existence.

I opened my locker, quickly shucking off my street clothes and slipping on my swimsuit. “Derek’s locker is the one right next to mine,” I whispered, tapping it with my hand. The alien made no response, instead taking full control of my body-- effectively freezing me in place. It was probably for the best that I couldn’t move, because the alien decided to exit through my cock.

It was the most orgasmic sensation I’d ever felt, and I absolutely would have let out an embarrassingly loud moan if I’d had control of my voice. Instead, he dropped onto the bench and crawled into Derek’s locker through the seams. I took a few moments to catch my breath, hoping no one noticed anything unusual. Hopefully I’d been able to disguise my breathing enough to avoid anyone hear me panting for air. I was already unpopular-- the last thing I needed was to be known as the guy who jizzes uncontrollably in the locker room.

Swim class was quite possibly the longest 50 minutes I have ever had to endure. The class was annoying enough on a good day-- despite it being an intro class, the teacher was a complete hard-ass who graded on results, not participation. It’s hard to enjoy the eye candy all around me when I’m having to work my ass off just for a C grade. But today? Knowing that my alien friend was waiting in Derek’s locker, ready to ambush him and take control of his body... the anticipation was killing me. As much as I wanted to rush out once class ended, I knew that would raise way too much suspicion. Better to stay behind, and let everyone else leave before me. All the same, I found myself cursing fate for requiring so much patience from me.

“As you can see, it worked.” I retuned to my locker only to find Derek sitting there, waiting for me. I was glad that I had decided to linger out by the pool, because seeing Derek’s body posed so seductively gave me an instant erection that my swim trunks were incapable of hiding. The alien laughed, and motioned me closer. “He’s very grossed out right now, you know. I can hear him screaming inside of his head, calling you some very cruel words just for the crime of being attracted to him.”

I couldn’t help but smile. The thought of having control over Derek’s fate was tantalizing. “Well, I bet it will make him even angrier to learn that I’m the reason you made your way into his locker. And it will serve him right, the bastard.”

“It sure did. He’s screaming right now,” he said, tapping the side of his head. “It’s almost a shame that you can’t hear him. When I was inside of you, I could sense the mixture of jealousy and hatred you bear toward him. Hearing his pain might have given you closure.” Derek rose to his feet, standing so close to me that our bodies were practically touching.

My heart was racing. Was the alien doing this on purpose? “Well, I can, uhhh...” I paused, taking a deep breath. “I can think of another way I might be able to get closure.” With that, I leaned forward and kissed Derek on the lips. In turn, the alien grabbed the back of my head and started making out with me.

I couldn’t believe my luck! I let myself relax, allowing the alien to penetrate my mouth with Derek’s tongue. Only, something else entered as well, leaving Derek’s mouth and crawling down my throat. I tried to break away, but Derek’s grip hardened, holding my head in place. I started to dry heave as my body tried to expel the intruder, but it was too late.

“Allowing you to remain free would have been a liability, but one easily solved.” Derek said, putting on his trademark ballcap while I once again lost control of my body. “You have the honor of being controlled by the first offspring I’ve made on this planet. Or did you really think I was going to let you escape, even after you had learned about the secret of my kind’s existence?”

I could do nothing as my body wiped its lips dry. “Even more comical, sir,” it said, using my voice. “It wanted to enter a courting relationship with you. It hoped that you would fall in love with him while inside of your current host body.”

Derek started to laugh. “I had wondered why it was trying to help me with the invasion. Well, then... request denied. But before we try to replicate and obtain more hosts, I think we should investigate this ‘sex’ ritual that humans find so important. Follow me.”

I watched helplessly as my body followed Derek into a shower stall. Until today, I would have given anything to hook up with Derek. Now, however, I was cursing fate for reducing me to nothing more than a passenger inside of my own body. I found myself looking into Derek’s eyes as his body was railing my tight hole, pondering what thoughts were going through his head. We were both nothing more than prisoners inside of our own minds, now. I wonder if he might ever forgive me.

#gay male story #queer romance #muscle jock #revenge #male body theft #alien possession #slime possession #male possession #male body possession

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Momo's "An Idol's Daily Life" Rabbitchat Part 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Highly Nutritious ☆ Home-cooked meal

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work, Momo-san. And thank you for inviting us on “NEXT Re:vale” today!

Tsumugi: It appears that everyone enjoyed that “Make a heart flutter with pre-determined lines!” project.

Momo: Good work, Maneko-chan~! (*´∀`*)/ Recording was really fun, wasn’t it!

Momo: It was worth planning this project with the staff!

Tsumugi: All of the assigned lines on the pieces of paper that got pulled from the box were so funny that Okazaki-san and I ended up laughing a lot!

Momo: Even though lines like “I’m hungry” or “my feet are itchy” are silly, they’d whisper them in a sexy way to make them heart-pounding, so they ended up sounding really surreal and funny www*

Tsumugi: But when Idols like you all say them, they somehow sound cool, so it was rather strange!

Momo: I know right~~~~!!

Momo: My heart skipped a beat too when Yamato hugged me from behind and whispered “Do you want to add Gochujang?” (*/∇ \*)

Tsumugi: Yamato-san was in high spirits as well! lol

Momo: He really gave his all for that “Go~chu~jang” huh www

Momo: His breathing was impressive ww

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san’s composed “What kind of situation is this!” tsukkomi* response right after was brilliant!

Momo: Right! As expected of IDOLiSH7! Their tsukkomi and boke balance is amazing!

Tsumugi: Thank you! I’m sure Mitsuki-san will be happy to hear this, so I’ll let him know!

Momo:

Tsumugi: Your heart-pounding line was also wonderful, Momo-san! The part you said “Games are only allowed for one hour a day” while kabedoning Tamaki-san!

Momo: Thank you (*´∀`)*。Though Tamaki immediately went “no way” ww

Momo: It was fun and the flow ended up being really interesting, including Sougo who came from the stage seats in a panic to try and convince me to nod and agree with him!

Momo: But it was so exciting we ended up dragging the shoot a bit longer, were you okay with the job after that?

Tsumugi: Yes! Thanks to everyone’s cooperation, we left quickly and managed to finish the shoot at the next location on schedule!

Momo: That’s a relief~! Then, are you done for the day? It’s late, so be careful going home.

Tsumugi: Thank you for your concern! I will be, I think I’ll just get some groceries for dinner and go home.

Momo: Making dinner after work is quite impressive!?

Momo: I hadn’t even thought about making anything (+･`−･´)

Tsumugi: I won’t be making anything too elaborate, but I guess I’ve just made a habit of it..!

Tsumugi: What do you usually do, Momo-san?

Momo: Usually I just get a bento or catering in the dressing room!

Momo: I order delivery on my days off _(:3」∠)_

Tsumugi: There are many kinds nowadays so it’s quite convenient, isn’t it! I also like to order sweets on my days off.

Momo: That’s nice! Like watching the movies and TV dramas you’ve been recording* with the latte and donut you got delivered in hand!

Tsumugi: That's exactly it!

Momo: (≥▽≤)/□☆□/(≥▽≤)

Tsumugi: (≥▽≤)/□☆□/(≥▽≤)

Momo: You went along with it www Thanks ww

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: However, if you only eat bento you might get nutritional imbalance so please be careful..!

Momo: Maneko-chan, you're so kind (;∀;) Thank you ☆

Momo: Yuki invited me over today, so it’s okay (つω<")

Momo: He said that since I haven’t been eating well lately, he made beef stew with lots of vegetables!

Tsumugi: Oh! So you are at Yuki-san’s house!

Tsumugi: Making a home-cooked meal with so much thought put into it, as expected of Yuki-san!

Momo: He’s the best darling after all(o/▽`)/:*・° °・*

Momo: I thought I could help, but I was told I'm on the bench*, so now I'm just sitting quietly and waiting (´・ω・`)

Tsumugi:

Translator's notes:

1)“www” is one of the japanese equivalents to “lol” but i wanted to differentiate it from tsumugi’s “(笑)” (also “lol”) so I chose to translate hers and leave Momo’s as is, since I use “www” a lot as is myself lol

2)Anyone who’s read idolish7 content by this point probably knows this, but just in case, the “straight man” (tsukkomi) and “funny man” (boke) act is a kind of japanese comedy duo where the boke says something silly or creates a misunderstanding and the tsukkomi corrects them

3) Momo refers to the shows you can record on your tv to watch later, idk if this is a thing much anymore in the west but i do believe it is still in japan.

4)Momo basically said that Yuki told him he's off-duty but the word he uses is apparently used in sports to convey a player that was not chosen to play in the team, momo is a sportsman after all~ www

#ainana #re:vale #idolish7 #i7 translations #momo #yuki #yukimomo #momoyuki #rabbitchat #momo's daily life

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brookheimer · 11 months

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do u think kenrome can come back from this 😭

honestly i think any sibling relationship with roman can come back from just about anything as long as the other sibling wants that relationship still. so long as rome’s the primary ‘wounded party’ or w/e, the relationship will probably return to ‘normal’ (not ‘heal’ but return to stagnancy). roman is a kicked dog who never leaves no matter how much he’s kicked, and really, that hasn’t changed. remember when ken betrayed the entire family and tried to kill logan in the s2 finale and then next season rome immediately comes to ken’s apartment with a gift of airport pastries he knows ken likes? i don’t think any of his family could ever hurt roman beyond reproach — i don’t think such a line exists for him. if it did, god knows it would’ve been crossed by at least a few of them by now. sure, he’s realized everything’s bullshit, but his nihilism does not negate his lifelong yearning for genuine connection, a yearning that’s intensified ten-fold when it comes to his family. he might know it’s bullshit now, he might think genuine connection is bullshit and waystar’s dead so they are too, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still want it. honestly, a ‘healthy’ ‘free’ outcome for rome would probably be one in which he untethers himself from his family and only returns to them by choice rather than this sense of devotion and secretly embarrassingly love-fueled obligation, but that’s not how things end. he’s as haunted by logan, by waystar, as any of them. yeah, everything’s bullshit including waystar including them, but so long as he continues to view his family and the business as inextricable, he won’t be ‘free,’ not really. (i talk about that in this post a lot, so i’ll just link that so as not to broken record myself into infinity here lol.) i mean, he’s drinking gerri’s martini in the last shot. how bullshit are things really if he’s still consuming the remnants of his stand-in father/mother in his last scene? roman hasn’t changed, none of them have; that’s jesse’s entire thesis for the show. and so long as roman hasn’t changed, there is pretty much nothing that his siblings could do to lose him. the issue is that none of the siblings know how to interact with one another outside of the business, and honestly, i’m not sure if they’d even try to if not for roman who will inevitably awkwardly come around to ken’s place with pastries in a few days making sure he hasn’t killed himself yet. things won’t be good, and neither of them will know who to be or how to act or what it means to exist outside of waystar especially in terms of each other. but i do think this isn’t an end for them, largely, again, because there’s no end when it comes to roman. kick him as much as you want and watch him crawl back with a gift in his mouth. it might take him longer this time or it might be shrouded in even more irony and flippancy because he’s now newly convinced of the meaningless of their bonds, but that doesn’t change the fact that his love for them is real (as much as he might wish otherwise), and that he doesn’t want kendall dead. so i think there’s still something there, but not a good thing or a healed thing — it’s just roman continuing to lack a sense of worth or a sense of self. maybe things will get better, maybe they won’t, but i find it hard to imagine kendall and shiv ever really alienating roman for good unless they decide they no longer want him in their lives. so in that sense, i do think ken and rome will still have a relationship, but what form it takes (and if it can ever heal from the wounds not only of this fight but of the abuses that have always defined their relationship and will likely continue to) will be unclear even to them — what are they without waystar, after all?

#kenshiv on the other hand…….#also that would def make things harder for rome too — focusing solely on kenrome in a vacuum #here pretty much but add shiv into the equation and it gets hairy #rome will want a relationship w both ken and shiv neither of whom will want a relationship with each other #i just want them all to be fwendssssss :(#succession #succession spoilers #casey shut the fuck up about roman roy #asks #anon #long post #as always #100 #this time on posts i didn’t expect to get notes #i’m always shocked whenever responses to asks get more than like 30 notes max. idk why

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I got really into the Loveybug train after seeing that original post. I am really into Canon Divergent AUs especially those that change a character in a certain direction that is key to their personality.

So I ask you, what would be the "Chat Blanc incident" in the Loveybug AU?

I know Cat Walker happened way before the Cat Walker episode, but this is fanfic, the timeline is more of a guideline. So would Loveybug or Chat Walker get the Chat Blanc treatment?

this is such a good question, thank you for the good good idea!! first of all, I also wanna say that I’m glad you’re enjoying it, and I wanna invite @pisoprano & @blur0se to share their thoughts as well 🥰 (and anyone else interested of course!)

I’m very much a “throw ideas at the wall like spaghetti” so here’s the ideas that marinated:

It’s hard to have Ladybug destroy the whole world as the stakes were quite different for Chat Noir, buuuuuut! Since the AU is about the major transformation of Ladybug, let’s think about what would send her to the breaking point.

1. If she’s already distraught about having Chat Noir unintentionally refuse her confession, we could have an Elation-style Loveywalker kiss where he “comes to his senses” and apologizes because Adrien doesn’t feel this aligns with Catwalker’s ideals, he not supposed to fall in love, and she becomes Akumatized.

2. Loveywalker have their own shared Jubilation dream but instead of it sending an already distraught Chat Noir to the brink and almost cata’ing Damocles, Loveybug instead becomes disillusioned and feels that loving someone is truly, truly out of the question for her. Kinda bringing back that early S4 Marinette where she was convinced she wouldn’t ever be able to date. So, Loveybug wears white like she would to a wedding but white is also used in mourning flowers so it’s like mourning a life she’d never be able to live. Meanwhile, Catwalker is trying to convince the girl who was always reassuring to him that his love was never wasted, the girl who inspired him to realize he was worth so much more than just being CW, that made him realize he could love again after Ladybug, that while he knows love is difficult, she’ll be able to have that life someday too.

3. Classic trope where maybe Lila manipulates those around Marinette like she promised (maybe just the situations idk) against her so Loveybug is left feeling isolated, alone, and therefor becomes a physical embodiment of feeling that unloveable.

AND there’s a few white ladybugs in nature so!! there’s even one with a heart shdhdjdj

Personally, I LOVE the idea of Blanc-Catwalker but I haven’t ever been able to pin down concrete ideas myself.

thank you again for the ask!!

#Loveybug au #miraculous ladybug #Asukies answered

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ashlingiswriting · 8 months

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do i know you? chapter three

[ 3k words ] [ prev chapters: one, two ] [ masterlist ] "it’s an unfamiliar sensation, not being able to completely read him. it skitters over you like static electricity." richie jerimovich x reader, past mikey berzatto x reader, slow burn

you’re on call every day from eight at night to eight in the morning, so by the time richie rolls up, you’ve usually just eaten a late breakfast and he’s heading home after work. there’s a consistency to his late night appearances, a rhythm that becomes comforting.

there’s no pretending and no politeness—what would be the point? they should invent a word for this. maybe childhood-friend-in-law would do, except you had a snowball’s chance in hell of ever marrying michael and you always knew it. that’s the feeling, though. familiarity comes built in. even when he gets truly infuriating, you don’t leave feeling worse than you did. more pissed off, sure, but never worse. it’s a distinction worth noticing.

some nights are easy. you talk about questionable obscure music in which you really do not overlap or middling mainstream music in which you do, running out of concerts and context. sometimes it’s pure bullshit, gossip or make believe, starting up elaborate jokes too lame to admit to in front of anyone else, then discarding them when they’re outworn. sometimes it’s old stories, sometimes it’s pure speculation.

hand to god, some nights are good.

and then there’s this night.

you’re barely out the front door when richie calls out, hey. where the hell were you?

you got called in real early yesterday, so you missed seeing him last night. but that’s no cause for him to yell, the entitled little jerk. you shoot him a baleful glare. then, as you take in the sight of him, you settle a little.

he’s not truly angry. you’ve spent enough time with him now, you’d know.

with a shrug, you shove your hands deep in your pockets and come stand beside him.

last night i had to smoke all by myself like a fuckin loser, he says.

that's your cue to say, you are a fuckin loser, but you don't take it.

he offers you a drag on his own cigarette, and you shake your head. you want it bad, but you can’t. you all but smoked yourself to death between crises yesterday, and you’re trying to convince yourself now that giving it up will somehow fix things.

but nothing will be fixed, and it’s not your responsibility anyhow. this is not your city. you’ve felt that acutely of late, as each of your last links to it is broken one by one. coke or the cops, what difference does it make? the caruso kid didn’t listen to you, didn’t listen to anyone, and once his infection got bad enough, his wife called an ambulance. it’ll be the cops for him if he survives, and his father after that, the next domino to fall. you yourself are somewhere in that long line, just waiting for your turn.

work sucks, huh, richie says.

you look over at him to find that he’s already looking back at you, a little sleepy but not good enough an actor to hide the keenness in his observing eyes. it’s dangerous that he noticed you were gone and it’s dangerous that he’s noticing you now, but it feels really, really fucking good.

yeah, you say. i thank god every day that i am a woman of leisure.

he laughs. well, i’m just grateful that you allow yourself to associate out with me, you know. me in my rags and you in your pearls and finery. he gestures at your sweatpants and gigantic parka.

once my tiara’s back from the cleaner’s, it’s over for you, you say.

sure, and i’ll be crying my eyes out in a pint of cherry chocolate chip.

with that, he launches into a long, winding tale about the shenanigans he pulled at the beef today, installment nine hundred and seventeen of his neverending battle with a guy named fak. you’re not following, but you’re not trying to follow particularly hard, either. you’re too tired, and you’ve got other shit on your mind.

that’s the closest richie has gotten to mentioning your job in weeks.

used to be that he’d poke around with dogged persistence, as though he thought he could needle you into submission. he asked after your boss’s health, your credit score, your childhood high school. he complained he had to take a shit or that it was too cold out to stand around. all that. anything to invade, get inside, get a little more information.

michael was like that, too. the difference between the two is that michael won. conquered you, most if not all of your secrets, and fell asleep in your bed long before even a month had passed. but richie’s been at it for a few months now and he seems to have given up. he doesn’t know your job, your last name, or your phone number. he could pick you out of a lineup but he could never track you down. and he’s decided to let that go.

it’s just as well. you’ve got leftover dim sum in the minifridge right now, and if he pushed hard enough, you’re pretty sure you’d take him up to share it. siu mai re-steamed and slices of lo bak goh re-fried in hot oil in a pan, savory and delicious, nothing better. you can’t cook, but you’d still feed him well if given half the chance. you’d arrange the table with takeout napkins and your only two sets of matching cutlery, you’d—

the real richie rudely interrupts your thoughts.

you’re not even listening to me, are you, he says.

no, i’m not, you admit without an ounce of compunction.

just like everyone else, hey? fan-tastic. there’s a real bite to the way he breaks the word in half.

you look at him, startled and stung. don’t be such a fucking baby.

man, fuck you, he says. real anger, rocketing out from his chest.

fuck you! you stare at him, legitimately astonished. maybe it’s your fault for not paying attention, but you really have no idea where this is coming from. you’ve been good. maybe your mind strayed for a while tonight, but what about every other night? you’ve always listened, or at least pretended to listen, to the travails of his divorce, his money problems, his insane workplace, his dysfunctional quasi-adopted family. and there’s a hell of a lot of it. you’ve been really fucking good!

apparently, not only has he not noticed this, but he thinks he’s entitled to even more.

you say, what do you expect here when you’re going on for eons like fucking always. do you think this is fun for me?

well, someone has to talk since you won’t say shit about shit with that paranoid secret agent—

oh, fuck. something about the way richie cuts himself off. you dread whatever he’s got to say next.

he says, what’s that supposed to mean, do you think this is fun for me?

jesus christ. you fumble in your coat, only to remember that you threw away your last pack. i don’t speak in fucking riddles, richie, this is not that type of situation.

then what type of, like. his face wrinkles in horror and disgust. am i a charity project?

this is like having a migraine, but worse. i never said… truly, what the hell is going on? how did you even get here?

dredging up the last of your energy, the emergency fund, you turn it into bravado, your default response to an unexpectedly angry man. you give it your all cause that’s the only way to do it, turning and facing him head on, putting your shoulders back and standing square over your own two feet.

what is this, richie? you wanna fight? you really wanna fight?

yeah, i think i do actually, says richie, alarmingly ready. i think i really fuckin do.

fine, you spit.

you tilt your chin up so you can look him square in the eye and you give him the worst you got, spiteful already, and then you start trying to anticipate his next move.

there’s a lot of things he could say, as it turns out, a lot of things that only he could say, because he was there for everything. he witnessed the aftermath and attended the funeral. he could have you skinned like a caught rabbit given half the chance, and you just handed it to him on a silver platter.

besides, he has a right. he loved michael even more than you did.

the realization dawns on you far too late, and then the dread sets in. can he see it in your face? when he opens his mouth, you’re setting your jaw so you don’t flinch.

forget it, he says flatly. he turns away a little, steps back to lean against the building, and in the shadow of the building all you can see is the shape of him. if you concentrate, you can make out his profile against the gray concrete.

at first, you can’t quite believe it. it’s mercy, after all, and that’s rarely reliable. but after his last cigarette, richie folds his arms tight across his chest and tilts his head back, eyes looking up towards stars that neither of you can see through the city lights.

eventually, you do start to think the mercy is real. you test it.

can i have one? you say.

richie doesn’t even hesitate. he reaches into the left pocket of his tracksuit pants, produces a pack, and hands it over. it turns out to be brand-new box of menthols.

you look at it for a moment. your throat’s doing that thing again. he really did notice that you weren’t here last night, huh.

i don’t do charity, you say, after a second.

it’s fine, forget it, he says.

i don’t, though. you don’t know what to say, but you know you can’t leave things there, so you keep pushing, and the words just come out. richie, i’m—i’m really a piece of shit.

he looks at you directly again, but this time it’s a question. he doesn’t try to negate it with a brainless autoresponse like ‘no you’re not.’ he just listens, plain and simple. for a second, you’re at a loss.

sudden and frightening as a car crash at the next intersection, the impulse flashes through you: tell him the truth, the whole truth. test him for real, watch that mercy melt away, inevitable as ice on hot pavement. teach him to hate you like he should. it’s like strong hands digging their fingers into your shoulders, the thought, and you’re reeling.

i… you swallow, smash it down, yank the car back onto the road. i hate ice cream and babies and long walks on the beach, i hate old ladies and libraries. you look over at him. i kick dogs every chance i get.

there it is, at the corners of his mouth.

heartened, you go on, nearly tripping over your words. like, small dogs, richie. puppies. right in the head, i kick them.

now you’re both smiling, and the relief is so fucking crazy. you’ve fought with him so many times before, but you’ve never gotten scared by it before. this is a first, and you have no idea what to do. all you can do is repeat, i don’t do charity.

okay, he says. okay.

you lean against the wall, and you’re absurdly heartened when he does the same right next to you. something about the symmetry, something about the weight off. you finally light up one of the menthols, and you have the night with richie back again. the breeze brushes by, chilly but not unbearable. it’s perfect.

what happened today? you say.

i thought you’d like it, he says. it was funny.

go on, then.

you wonder if richie might try to make you say please, but he doesn’t. he walks you through the whole day of catastrophes, from the broken toilet to the loss of electricity, from the loss of electricity to the fucked-up fridge, from the fucked-up fridge to the outdoor grill—

that’s really cool, you say.

he grins. right?

whose idea?

from his crooked, exasperated smile, you know it wasn’t his.

syd’s, he admits.

you raise an eyebrow. so i take it the culinary institute is good for something.

he scoffs. no way they taught her that. that—he points at you—was pure chicago.

oh okay, so we’re giving the credit to the city.

yeah, we are, cause it’s like—

the city, not the woman.

it was very chicago of her! that’s a compliment. don’t make it a feminism thing. his voice matches yours, a near-laugh ribboning through it like fudge in ice cream.

alright, okay. you’re smiling like a fool and you couldn’t care less. so then what?

so turns out fak’s connect isn’t much of a connect, surprise surprise, and it’s gonna cost us fifty-five hundred just to get the fridge back up and running. so he and carmy come to me, all hat in hand, and they’re like—shit. i didn’t tell you about the dealing, did i? you got me all turned around.

didn’t tell me bout the what now?

fak snitched on me earlier, told carmy i was dealing in the alley back behind the beef. i’m not moving much weight, just like. he gestures vaguely. covid, he adds, like that’s an explanation. please don’t have a fit about this, i’ve had all i can take from carmy already.

you shake your head once, thinking hard, processing. the more you think on it, the more it unsettles you.

i knew he was dealing, obviously, but i didn’t know about you, you say. after a second, you add, richard edgar jerimovich?

jesus, he mutters.

is that right?

and here i thought carmy was going full mom. edgar, jesus fucking christ. richie’s torn between aghast and amused. where’d you get that from?

that’s your middle name?

yeah, but—

you hold up a hand, not rude, just asking him silently to let you finish, and he does.

richie, you broke your wrist when you were twelve trying to play tackle football with the big boys on asphalt. at some point in your thirties, you started getting a rash every time you ate shellfish, but you still do it anyways, ‘cause fuck it’. and to this day you hate nightmare on elm street cause he convinced you to watch it with him when you were both way too young.

none of this richie told you himself. it all came straight from michael.

you say, how do i know all that, but i didn’t know you were dealing?

richie says nothing, so you look over and find him watching you already. it’s an unfamiliar sensation, not being able to completely read him. it skitters over you like static electricity.

you got a pretty good memory there, huh, he says.

it’s coke, right?

it’s just coke, yeah. was coke. it’s over now. richie shrugs wearily, turns away, and stubs out his spent cigarette on the concrete wall. mikey and his fucking secrets. i don’t know what to tell you.

you can say that again.

richie says nothing for a beat, then: mikey and his fucking secrets, i don’t—

okay, okay.

he breaks into a small smile as you watch him, and then you keep on looking at him even as the smile subsides. a car goes by, and you look down at the pavement as the headlights sweet over both your faces, only looking back up at him once the car is gone.

the thing is, you really did think you knew him. what a crazy thing to think, when this is a mistake you’ve already made before with michael. you thought you knew him too.

there could be so much of richie you don’t know, because michael didn’t know—or because michael didn’t tell. and yet richie isn’t a stranger. at any moment you could close your eyes and picture his face, imagine his voice. he’s in you that much, at least.

so here he is, through your own eyes. you’re determined to fix him in your mind, not richie from the stories, but richie as he really is. his hair is dark and close-cut, his beard too. his eyebrows are scant, and there’s a ridge on his forehead as if to make up for it. his nose is straight and straightforward. there are bags under his eyes, because of course there are, but his eyes themselves are as blue as summer, so blue they’re barely believable. that’s him, that’s his face.

then there’s the eternal black leather jacket, oversized and complete with unnecessary shoulder straps for all the bags he’ll never carry. he stinks of kitchen in general and arby’s curly fries in specific. he’s allowing you to stare at him, an indulgence that you can’t question without being a dick. he makes you want to not be a dick. all this is here, all this is real.

he rubs his nose with the side of his wrist.

you must be tired, you say quietly.

when he smiles like that, it’s almost like you can look down past a few decades and see the teenager you never got to meet. i’m never tired, he says.

he’s always tired, you realize. of course he would be. you only ever see him after his long-ass shifts. go to bed, richie.

that was too gentle for sure, because he says a little curiously, getting some real weird vibes off you right now.

you take one last drag, then push off the side of the building, gathering yourself to go. you want normal, don’t come to me.

heard, he says with a chuckle. g’night.

goodnight.

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turtletaubwrites · 4 months

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hello! i have a request if you would be willing to look into it! in chapter 10 of We’ve all Got Needs, the reader says to themself “i will just be everyone’s girlfriend, everyone’s cheerleader,” and that sentence has stayed with me since i first read it and i would love it if you could write maybe like an extension chapter that touches more on that thought? like just the reader being a people pleaser and not thinking of themself until someone gets concerned? i don’t know i just think that is such a relatable feeling for so many people, myself included, and i wish i saw it more in literature. but anyways, thank you so much for reading!

Hi, thank you for the request! And thank you, it means a lot that something I wrote stuck with you! 💜 This is short, and is basically a look at the inside of somebody's head that needs to go have a lay down and focus on themselves. It doesn't have a resolution as I wanted to keep the focus on how the reader is making excuses for her thoughts and actions. I may write a breakdown/resolution if y'all would like to see one.

This SFW one shot is not part of the poly fic We've All Got Needs story, but if it were it would take place sometime after part 10.

Everyone's Girlfriend, Everyone's Cheerleader

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader, Zoro x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1021

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Summary: You're trying to catch up on your responsibilities while balancing polyamorous relationships with the cook, the swordsman, and the archaeologist. Your friend tries to convince you to take a break, but you are too focused on keeping your partners as happy as they make you.

Rating/Warnings: SFW, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Mild Angst, Polyamory, Swearing, Established Relationships, People Pleasing, Some Suggestive Thoughts/Implied Intimate Memories, Reader is Not Taking Good Care of Herself, Guilt, Low Self Esteem

A/N: Please take care of yourselves, lovelies. I heavily relate to these feelings, and it's easy to make excuses. We can't be everywhere all at once, we can't be everything to everyone. Please let yourself breathe 💜

I need some new clothes.

It’s Sanji’s day today, so you pulled on a skirt, feeling a small smile form at the thought of how much he likes it when you wear them.

Taking your time getting ready, you couldn’t help but notice the tightness around your eyes.

You had a break day yesterday, but instead of catching up on sleep, you had stayed up late catching up on work.

It’s worth it.

Each step toward the galley built your smile as you thought about your three partners waiting to shower you with affection. The heavenly smell of Sanji’s cooking met you before you stepped in the door.

Passing Robin as you sat in your normal spot, you kissed her cheek, a thrill going through you at her teasing smile.

What should we do on our next date?

The urge to impress your mysterious new lover had started taking up space in your mind lately. She was hard to read, and you ached to keep her affection, to get to know her.

Then there was Zoro, who wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tight against him. Sighing into his warmth, you thought of what you’d wear during his day tomorrow.

Zoro really liked those black pants.

You felt your skin flush at the memory of how he’d pulled those pants halfway down your thighs and… And then Sanji was leaning toward you, setting down a glass of fresh squeezed tangerine juice as his eyes poured over your blushing skin.

Zoro squeezed his arm tighter around you as Sanji kissed your temple, whispering praise.

“You look gorgeous this morning, ma belle.”

“Hey, Y/N, do you wanna hang out after lunch today?”

Nami’s voice cut through your flustered thoughts. Her head was tilted at you with a small smile, and you felt wracked with guilt.

“I, uh. I’m working with Chopper this afternoon. I have time after breakfast though!”

You really didn’t. You were falling behind on your projects, and still needed to catch up on your monographs from your field work at the last island.

Nami’s smiling face was lovely to see as she leaned toward you beneath the tangerine trees. You felt yourself laughing with her, but your mind kept planning out how to catch up on everything.

“Hey, Y/N? You awake in there?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I, uh… I didn’t sleep well.”

Your stomach twisted with guilt, throat tight as she scrutinized you.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m so sorry, I've been distracted. What were you saying?”

Nami’s eyes rolled up, and she nudged your shoulder.

“Your lover boys need to let you get some sleep, or I’m gonna beat the shit out of them.”

With a small laugh, you felt some of that tightness release, and you smiled at the thought.

“No, it’s not them. I just stayed up too late last night working.”

Her narrowed eyes cut right through you, and you stilled your fingers as they had started clenching together.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to beat the shit out of you then.”

She gave your shoulder a light punch then, and you gasped, trying to change the subject.

Nami wasn’t easily distracted.

“So, how many nights do you have to yourself a week?”

“Um, well… Right now it’s Sanji’s night, then Zoro’s, then Robin’s. Then I have a break day.”

Nami’s scowl sped your pulse, you weren’t sure why you were feeling so embarrassed about this.

“But I can take a break whenever I want, so if I need to I can have more time for just me.”

“Uh huh… So why don’t you take a break?”

Your teeth were clenched as you hoped to hear Sanji call for lunch.

“I took a break last night, I’m all good.”

“Working all night is not a break, Y/N. I’m starting to worry about you.”

Nami’s tone was soft and serious now, and you didn’t want her to stress about you.

“I’m okay, really! I swear I’ll take extra breaks if I need to.”

She sighed, head shaking slightly, but Sanji’s voice cut off her reply.

Lunch left your brain full of Nami’s words, wanting to show her you were okay.

Maybe I should take a break tonight? That would help Nami feel better, and feel that I’m listening to her. I haven’t been spending enough time with her.

But the thought of taking a break felt awful. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with each of your partners. The way they all made you feel was incredible, it made you feel so special.

You wanted to make sure they felt that from you too.

If I take more breaks, then that means each of them has to wait longer to have time with me. I don’t want them to feel neglected.

“Okay, Chopper. Here’s my list of the best solvents to make tinctures with our most used plants. High percentage alcohol works great for a lot of these, but vinegar or glycerin work better to isolate certain active constituents.”

“You got it! What are we preparing today, Y/N?”

Chopper was already well versed in preparing common medicinal salves and other supplies, but it filled you with pride that your expertise in botany could help him in his studies, and that you could help keep the ship well stocked with necessities.

I haven’t been helping enough lately.

“I was able to gather elderberries at the last island, so let’s make some tincture. It’s great for-”

“It’s great for colds!”

“Ha, that’s right. Will you grab me the measuring cups? They’re in the cupboard down there.”

After dinner, your mind was only on the cook in front of you. The way his eyes almost burned your skin, the way his voice filled the air with the most delectable praise, the way you wanted to drive him crazy.

And each day was like that. Wonderful. And exhausting. They were yours. And you were theirs.

I’m okay. I’m so lucky. I’m fine.

You whispered those words to your mirror as your eyes grew heavier each morning.

I’ll just catch up tomorrow.

Thank You for Reading! 💜

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I'm so guilty of this, and it's taken a long time to be able to recognize when I'm acting this way. If you're lucky enough to have a friend like Nami, please listen to them before you fall apart. Or maybe just listen to me right now, and go take a break, you deserve to rest!! 💜💜

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

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yuken-gf · 1 year

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ooo can I have a Fujio fic please?

Genre: fluffy, high school, denial is a river in egypt

Pairing: Fujio x fem!reader

Summary: Karma hits you after you said you don’t like Fujio.

Words count: 1024

TW: none

NOTES: I'm sorry if this is bad. Writing this while enjoying myself, watching my friends fighting about school fees so let me know if there are any mistakes!

📚 📚 📚

“You gonna hate me for saying this, but you do look good with Fujio, Y/N. The chemistry is real.” Tsukasa said, trying to convince you.

“You failed chemistry class, Tsukasa. Let’s not.” You answered calmly.

“Opposites attract, you know. Like magnet.” Tsukasa shrugged his shoulder.

“I hate those opposites attract trope. Ugh, cliche cringey ass shit. What will they talk about anyway? Polar opposites can’t be together.” You rant.

“Careful, Y/N.” Tsukasa laughed. “Karma is always watching.”

“Y/N! Tsukasa!” A happy Fujio is waving at you and Tsukasa.

“There's just no way, Tsukasa.” You sighed. Tired of his behavior.

“Yeah, yeah. No way.” Tsukasa mocked you.

You immediately stand up and prepare to leave, but Fujio is faster. “Don’t leaveee!” He whines at you like a baby.

“See you tomorrow.” You gave him the cold shoulder.

“Don't you want to spend times together?” Fujio clings to your arm. “Let’s do something.”

“Not today, shorty.” You stared at him. “Alright, see you tomorrow losers!”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Tsukasa is side eyeing you.

You laughed at him and left.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Tsukasa hands a canned drink to Fujio.

Fujio sighed and accepted the drink. “What should I do to make her love me back? Seems like she hates me to the core.”

“I think just be cool whenever she’s around. Don’t try to gain her attention at all. It will catch her off guard and if you’re lucky. She will love you back.” Tsukasa suggested.

Fujio looks like he’s thinking so hard about it. “I guess that worth the try.” He smiles at Tsukasa and they cheer their drinks.

📚 📚 📚

Today is weird. Peaceful but, weird. Fujio is not annoying you nonstop nor cling to you like a baby. That’s odd. Or maybe you just used to the baby side of him.

“Fujio, are you okay?” You decided to ask the weirdly calm and chill Fujio. He turns his head to you, looking as confused as you.

“I’m alright, why? What happened?”

“You’re not very talkative today, I’m scared you might have a mental breakdown or your social energy runs out.” You said to him.

Fujio swore, he could die from that alone. You do care.

“No, I’m alright. Just want to listen to other people today. I should be the one who's worried about your social energy, let me know when it’s running out, okay?” Fujio gives you a deep gaze. A very pure one.

You nod at him, heart beating so fast, and your cheeks feel hot.

What on earth is wrong with you?

Little did you know, Tsukasa is watching you and Fujio. He smiles at the view. The game has started.

And it goes on and on. You would find yourself thinking about Fujio unconsciously, you would go near him when your social energy ran out, you would enjoy his company a lot more than anyone.

And he is doing the same thing. You caught him looking for you in the crowd, sometimes approach you first when you look like you want to go home, he walks you home, he would carry your bag for you, he opened the can or bottle of drink before he gave it to you.

At this point, you would take a bullet for each other honestly.

Today is no different, you sit next to Tsukasa on the sofa, unconsciously admiring Fujio who’s sitting across, laughing at his friends’ jokes. You are dumb if you think Tsukasa wouldn’t notice.

“Liking the view?” Tsukasa asked you.

“What view?” You are still staring at Fujio. “You know, he’s ridiculously handsome today.”

Tsukasa smirks and you just realized what you said. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure, that’s not what you meant.”

You ignore Tsukasa, you can’t let this happen. Did karma really hit you? Or are you already in love with Fujio since god knows when? You’re still trying to convince yourself that this is just your brain tricking you.

Until one day, you can’t take it anymore.

“Tsukasa, this is weird.” You walk pass Tsukasa back and forth, like an iron.

“I can’t hear you, please sit down.” Tsukasa is so done.

“I can’t sit down!”

“Do you want my advice or not?” Tsukasa asked in an annoyed tone.

You sit down next to him immediately. “There’s no way I like Fujio, right?”

Tsukasa sighed, “Yeah. You’re just in love with him.”

You hit his arm, “Nonsense.” You laughed nervously, “But does he like me back?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Why are you so stupid at this?” Tsukasa can’t believe you for real.

“There’s no way he likes me.”

“Oh my god, let me rip your hair off.” Tsukasa is trying to reach your head but you avoid him so fast. “Fine, why don’t you just ask him why is he being so kind to you? Find signal or something.” Tsukasa suggested.

“Great idea, thank you.” You stand up and leave him as fast as the light. Tsukasa laughed at you but also frustrated, he couldn’t believe he’s witnessing nervous Y/N.

And so, you find Fujio and did what Tsukasa suggested.

“Fujio, why are you so kind to me?” You asked him out of nowhere while walking home.

Fujio stops, “Because I... I kind of... you know.” He can’t form a sentence properly.

“You what?” You are still waiting for his answer. Heart beating as fast as him.

“BecauseIlikeyou, Y/N.” Now he’s rapping.

“Get it, Travis Scott. You like me?” Y/N is dumbfounded. “How?”

“It’s sickening to know that you’re better at math than at love.” Fujio sighed. “I still love you though!”

“Fine,” you sighed. “I like you too.” You avoid eye contact with him.

“You what now?” Fujio couldn’t believe what he just heard.

“I like you too!” You force yourself to look at him and ignore your blushing mess face.

“Are you blushing?” Fujio smiles.

“Don’t point that out.”

“So, are we dating?” Fujio got hit by a realization.

“I don’t know.”

“Please, date me.” Fujio holds your hands.

You smile at him, “Let’s get some snack before we go home.”

Fujio jumps happily, he hugs your arms with a big smile, “Let’s go!”

Guess karma is real, you said in your head.

Now you know it is real, darling.

📚 📚 📚

Love, Yoa

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mabelstone · 10 months

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Try Me

trey parker x reader

based on the song/lyrics of try me - the weeknd

CW - cheating (with trey), fwb, minor 18+

i want to preface this with I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING

i was gonna make the boyfriend matt but i just couldn't bring myself to... i am a matt girl through and through 😔

got this idea while driving... enjoy, trey nation <3

Your phone buzzed loudly on your kitchen table where you and your boyfriend were preparing dinner. You’d be lying if you said your relationship wasn’t getting a little boring. You’d been on and off dating for four years, and struggling to keep the relationship strong... and exciting. Tonight, he had suggested you prepare dinner together over a bottle of wine like you used to in the beginning of your relationship. There just didn’t seem to be much of a spark anymore. He was a treat to the eye and the kindest, most loving man you’d ever been with, yet there was nothing special about what you shared. Truthfully, the sex was painfully average. He was good at it, sure, but you loved to try new things. He wasn’t one to spice things up and your known-to-be hungry libido was beginning to starve.

That’s why when you saw the alias name ‘Belle,’ flash across your phone screen. Heart pounding, you made up the excuse, “oh, sorry, honey. One of the girls from work is having couple troubles and I told her to reach out. Gotta take this.” He smiled in understanding, giving you a nod. He really was a wonderful guy. You lovingly squeezed his arm and walked to your bedroom, quickly pressing the phone to your ear, feigning loud enough for your boyfriend to hear, “Belle! How are you?”

“Oh, he’s around, is he?” You heard the dark voice on the other line ring out as you shut the door behind you, sitting on the edge of your bed with excitement accelerating through your veins.

“Yeah,” you whispered meekly into the phone, eyes trained on the door nervously. “Gotta make it quick.”

“Do you miss me, baby?” He cooed down the line, his voice warm and raspy, the way it was every time he’d pound into you from behind, roughly pulling your head back by your hair, forcing you both to relish in the sight of what you did to each other.

“Mhm,” you bit down on your lip hard, reminiscing on the most recent night you’d spent together a few months ago. Images flashed through your head like a film strip; the way he’d touch you in ways your partner never had. The way his grip around your throat made you struggle to say his name every time he commanded you to. The way you knew it was so wrong, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from going back time after time.

“Leave him,” Trey would always try and convince you, but every time you’d tell him you couldn’t.

“I do love him,” you’d explain, trying to selfishly push down the guilt for the sake of scattered nights of pleasure. “You’re the best I’ve ever had. I’m not ready to give it up just yet,” you’d tell him, yet truthfully, you were just trying to make yourself feel better for being a pathetic girlfriend and a kind of terrible person.

"So when are we doing this again?" He cut to the chase fast, well aware of the time constraint the two of you were confined to after your many rendezvous over the years.

You hummed in thought, letting Trey know not to speak as you were going to check the calendar. You headed to the kitchen where your boyfriend gave you a sweet smile from the stove. You reciprocated, a pang of guilt hitting you. You swallowed it down though, speaking sweetly into the phone, "umm... you can stay here on the 14th... can you wait that long? I know the situation is hard, but I know you can tough it out, Belle. I'll make it worth your while."

You walked into the living room, clearing your throat to signal he could speak now. He'd learnt all your cues by heart now, knowing what a cough or hum meant depending on the pitch.

"See you then, baby girl," he confirmed, your cheeks heating at the nickname, even though you knew it was only used to get what he wanted. Well, what you both wanted really.

You hung up with a sigh, craving his touch so badly, it was crippling.

"I'm not feeling too good, honey," you walked into the kitchen, putting on a bit of an act for your boyfriend. You were partially telling the truth; you did feel really nauseous every time you did this to him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, reaching your head up to place a kiss to his shoulder. "I'm gonna go have a bath, okay? I'll be quick."

"Okay, sweetheart," he frowned sympathetically, turning around to place a soft kiss to your lips. "Take your time. I'll have dinner ready for you when you get out."

You smiled weakly at his gesture, feeling incredibly bad for what you were about to do. Not bad enough, clearly, as you walked into your ensuite and shut the door behind you. The guilt quickly dissipated as you ran the bath, flicking a quick text to Trey that read,

thinkin about you x

He replied almost instantly, the message sending a jolt of electricity straight to your heat.

You do indescribable things to me baby

god me too, just hearing your voice

You responded just as quickly, his next response eliciting that addictive excitement that kept pulling you back in for more. You were greedy for him, and regret didn't exist in your vocabulary when it came to Trey. He was the most fulfilling aspect of your life... which is quite sad when put that way.

Show me.

Without a second thought, you stripped down to nothing, too turned on by his demands to even consider the consequences you'd face if your boyfriend walked in. You leant against the edge of the sink and opened your camera, your hand finding it's way up to one of your breasts. You squeezed it roughly for the photo, only your bitten lip and below visible in the image. You sent it immediately, climbing into the bath as you awaited his response. You hadn't spoken in a month or two, let alone slept together. You were pent up for him, so dissatisfied in your relationship. Trey made you want to leave your boyfriend for him, but you knew that you were nothing more than a friends with benefits. Trey just wanted you to leave him so he wouldn't feel so guilty.

Fuck I need more. Bend over.

You throbbed at his message, immediately obliging. You set up the camera on the bath ledge, hitting record on your phone. You slowly stood up, soapy suds dripping off your body as you followed his instructions, bending over in front of the camera and looking over your shoulder.

You were depraved, you could admit it. You liked a man that could take control, and unfortunately, that man was not the one in your kitchen, but the one getting off to you behind a little screen.

You stopped the video and cropped the ending before sending it through, your heart pounding lustrously as you waited.

I cant fucking wait for the 14th

He attached an image that caused your mouth to water, and a kaleidoscope of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. God, you had missed his cock. But mostly, you had missed him. The realisation that you were catching feelings hit you, and you had to stop that immediately.

you know where to find me x

You then completed the routine of sending him a '.' to let him know not to message. You then proceeded to delete the messages, and take care of yourself privately.

note: i think i may make a part 2, let me know if u want that

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enchantinglyjade · 2 years

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 1

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: After a few weeks of working at her new job at Club Handy, Honey meets someone new, or does she?

Warning: Swearing, racial issues(you know just cute 1950′s stuff),

Note: I’ve watched at least 30 hours worth of 50’s movies this week specifically for writing this story, so if you need any recs I gotchu. Anyways, lets dive in!

Ma and I moved to Memphis a few months back, Tupelo just wasn’t putting food on the table anymore. Ma’s getting older and I don’t have any other friends or family, so it’s on me to take care of us. I know I have to be a pillar of strength and support for Ma, but I still have dreams of my own that I’m determined not to give up on.

Elvis and his family left Tupelo the summer after I turned 11, Thomas following suit shortly after. Thomas’ family moved to Atlanta after his dad found himself a nice job of some kind, but Elvis never told me where he was going.

Elvis grew shy and more distant towards me the older we got, causing that connection we once had to slowly slip away. Of course, I still missed him when he left, but things didn’t leave off how I had expected them to when we were growing up.

I always took it as him finally trying to learn how to fit in with his own people. Can’t blame him. I would have too, if I could have.

In fact, Ma used to teach me how to talk, going as far as scolding me for using slang in her company. She told me I needed to act more ‘proper’ and ‘educated’, which was her way of saying ‘white’. She’d dress me in the most ordinary clothes and wrap my curls up and away from other’s eyes, anything to keep me from standing out. When the boys would run around and ride bikes or play sports, she’d keep me back in the shade, hoping if I dodged the sun enough my skin would lighten over time and help me pass as a white woman.

It didn’t.

Of course, she never directly told me these were the reasons behind her actions because I was only a child, but I knew.

It all made sense.

Honestly, I’m not mad.

Though, I never understood why she tried so hard. It don’t take a genius to know I was born to stand out. Just a glance in the mirror is enough to see the obvious. But all the world wanted to do was hide me.

After the youngest boys left, it was just me and Michael. We’d hang out sometimes, but- it wasn’t the same.

Michael and I were both awkward teens that didn’t really have nothing in common to begin with. He was difficult to talk to, and I always found myself cutting our meetings short. But honestly, it was because I missed Elvis.

Micheal didn’t see art and music that same way Elvis and I did, he didn’t feel it.

But, it didn’t matter anyways, because one day he up and left too.

I hated the growing feeling of isolation in that small, ghetto town of ours, not to mention the lack of excitement and money. So, I talked Ma into moving to the closest, job filled city. Memphis. I told her I wanted to start working so I could afford a proper education one day, but she never saw all the newspapers I hid under my pillow.

“Free-rolling, new race records corrupt our youth as a new sound sweeps over the South. One thing these rising artists have in common: Beale Street.”

It sounded exhilarating.

Wasn’t too hard to convince her. She would have taken anything over finding me working a plantation like she did.

The population in Memphis was mostly black, which made Ma feel comfortable. However, this did not make it any easier for me.

Jobs.

They like representation. The ‘right’ kind of representation.

Diners were filled and busy, and as desperate as I was, I’d be damned before I became a nurse or washed white folks dirty drawers as a laundress. Not that they accepted my request to work there anyways. Didn’t like that I was mixed white. Told me they couldn’t get caught representing all that nonsense.

But then I found Club Handy. On accident actually.

You see, Ma doesn’t like me walking around during the day, too many people to see me, and if I do decide to show myself in the sun, she’d always put me in a headscarf and make me promise to never look people in the eyes.

Being mixed left me with some… unconventional features.

She had me do this since I was little so people would never see my differences. The awareness that mixed kids were even being born was enough to make the right person go mad, Ma feared those people would find me one day.

But anyways, back to Club Handy. I was out for a nightly stroll, thinking no one would be out to see me, but boy was I wrong. Most of the city was asleep except for one place it wasn’t. Instruments were blasting sound onto the streets that could be heard from miles away. I couldn’t help but follow it. In front of me was a small, baby blue building with a bright neon sign and shadowed figures dancing and playing together behind the curtains of the windows.

It was beautiful, it was new, it was exciting. It was exactly where I needed to be.

But I couldn’t get in.

Private property they told me. Had to be a real musician… and I wasn’t.

I begged them to let me play there just once, but I never even got past the bouncers. They were right though. Sure I had practiced, wrote a few lyrics here and there, but I was nothing compared to Big Mama Thornton or Tharpe like they had in there. But I knew I’d be better with just a little exposure and I was determined to get it.

I spent days learning how to set aside my dignity until I finally asked them for a job I knew they’d hire me as.

A cleaner.

Obviously, not what my heart wanted, but it was a start. It’d buy me time to learn more and develop my voice until I was really ready.

It was a risky job. Had to hide it from Ma. Pay was low too, but it was a colored bar, so it was expected. Nonetheless, I got food back on the table.

I felt bad for lying though. Technically, I told Ma the truth about coming here for better job opportunities. I just never told her which one. As far as she knows, I'm a waitress at a cute little restaurant on the blackest street of town where I serve milkshakes to Harriet Tubman and everyone shits out great moral values for our youth of today. I could never tell her I wanted to be a singer at a nightclub where everyone bumps and grinds till 3 in the morning.

However, even though I got the job, there were still some major complications. The owner, Sunbeam, as kind as he is, was still highly aware of my differences and their negative connotations, even in the black community. Therefore, I was stationed in the back, where I was never in the direct line of customers.

Busy days were becoming more and more frequent as the club only rose in popularity. Sunbeam was getting more strict on who he let play. Only the best of the best got in, and only the best of them actually got to perform. You had to be a creative, bold, visionary to make it here.

Luckily, I had the vision. Unfortunately, I lacked the action.

It’s a slow day today, so Sunbeam was comfortable allowing me out to clean tables every so often. I’d bring dirty dishes to the back, then come out to restock the bar area, trying my best to sneak peeks at the new acts.

Arms full of dishes, I excuse myself to Jackson, the bartender, and bend down to fill any empty slots on the shelf below the counter with freshly washed and warm cocktail glasses and beer mugs.

“Ah! There you are, man!” I hear a customer call from not too far to my left. I glance around the counter, watching as a man walks past the bar towards the doors of the nightclub.

“You know I’d never pass up some good music.” A deep southern accent responds.

A lump forms in my throat upon seeing the last person I had expected to walk through these doors. In the entrance stands a white man.

I hide further behind the counter, preparing myself in case things go south, but after seeing his youth, soft smile, and oversized, baggy tux, perhaps he was of no harm. Maybe having an identity crisis, but mostly harmless. Regardless of who he is, he’s still that last person here I want to run into. I could think he’s fine now, but who knows what he’ll do if he sees me.

I watch as the white man steps further into the club. The black couples seated near the door eye him til he and his friend sit at their own table. He sits, smiling at his friend, throwing his head back in laughter as they talk. He has a playful darkness in his eyes. They’re filled with mystery and wonder behind the few strands of blond hair that fell into his face.

Honestly, he’s kinda cute, but I shouldn’t think that way.

A new singer takes their place on stage, setting up their equipment. I take a glass from my arms and notice that it’s still wet. I grab the towel hanging from my apron and wipe off the few droplets while I study the music being played. I take in everything. They way they move. The way they sing. The way they flick their wrist.

It was inspiring, hypnotizing.

That’d be me one day. I just know it. I felt it inside of me; the passion to perform. One day all those years of watching, waiting, and daydreaming would go to use. One day.

“Hey there, sir. Could you fix me up a nice Pepsi-Cola, please?”

Shit. I jump, ducking further behind the counter. It’s him, right on the other side of the bar.

Jackson lets out a breathy laugh. “Easy enough,” he mumbles. He turns around to reach for a cola, popping off the lid and handing him the glass. “Here you go, sir.”

He tips the glass towards him as a thanks, before tilting his head back to take a sip. He hums in satisfaction, placing the bottle back down on the counter as he takes in the club once more.

Jackson glances down at me for a moment with an amused smirk. Luckily, Jackson’s one of the most kind and understanding people here, so he knows exactly why I’m basically hiding behind his legs like a scared puppy dog.

I wait a few moments longer, not even daring to peek and check if he’s still there. I hear someone step down from one of the stools and walk further away from the bar. I assume it was him, considering how close in proximity it sounded. I sigh in relief, starting to cramp up in my hunched position, finally standing, but not before completely missing Jackson’s silent warnings. I spin around only to come face to face with the very person I was hiding from.

“Well, hey there, little miss. Where’d you come from?” He says wide eyed with an amused laugh.

For a moment, I'm dumbstruck, absolutely wide eyed and frozen, unable to do anything but stare him right in those bright, baby blue eyes. And from the looks of it, he seems to be having a similar problem.

“My, you have you some beautiful eyes.” He compliments.

I can't tell if he's being serious. Technically, this is my first time speaking to a white man, besides Elvis and the occasional run in with his father, but that was different. This is a stranger. Sure, I had seen white people from afar, but to be this up close and personal with one of them is new. And now this guy's complimenting me? I've never been approached in this fashion… by anyone, really.

He chuckles at my lost gaze. “What’s your name, lil darlin?” He asks with his deep, southern drawl.

I feel a heavy blush rise to my cheeks. That's not supposed to happen.

I quickly snap out of my trance, realizing the man is still waiting for a response. “Um, Honey.” I answer, scratching the back of my neck.

He pauses to process, narrowing his eyes and studying me closely for some reason. “I used to have a friend with that name...” He states dubiously.

Now it’s my turn to squint at him. I take in his face, his features: blue eyes, blonde hair…

No, could be anyone.

I shrug off the thought, “Didn’t know there were any white girls named Honey.” I comment slyly, skeptically eyeing him over.

He chuckles, thumbing the sweat on his glassed cola. “There’s not. At least, that I know.”

I raise an eyebrow at this, curious. What kind of people is this kid hanging around? “You got a lot of black friends?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” He grins.

I guess if he's up in a place like this I shouldn't be so surprised, but still. “Yes.”

Normally, I wouldn’t feel this comfortable talking to any kind of stranger, but something about this guy was just so… familiar– so comfortable.

He chuckles, “I guess it would be.” He props his head up, resting it on his knuckles. “I s’pose you didn’t grow up in ol’ Tupelo, Mississippi?” He takes another sip of his drink, looking off in the distance as if he’s not expecting a yes out of me. Little does he know.

Immediately upon hearing his question my face drops. Is it-? He couldn’t be-?

I shake my head in disbelief, a small smile creeping onto my lips as my heart immediately begins to recognize the boy in front of me despite what my eyes can barely grasp. He notices the change in my expression, letting his jaw drop. His eyes find mine as we both realize the other’s identity. “Uh uh, ain’t no way.” He mutters, running his hands through his hair while he shakes his head.

“Elvis…?” I just barely whisper.

A large grin appears on his face. He jumps over the bar, completely oblivious to the eyes on him, and pulls me into a big hug. I gasp, embracing him back. “God, I barely recognized you!” I exclaim, pulling back to look at him. “I’m surprised you ain’t forgotten me by now. I’m sure you have a whole posse of friends now. I mean… look at you!” I chuckle nervously. Lord. And I used to think he was cute when we were little.

He scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes at me. “You don’t forget a friend of that many years.” He leans to the side, resting his forearm on the wooden counter with a… mischievous smile. “ And trust me, darlin,” he begins. “I’m the one who’s really shocked here. I mean…” His eyes scan my body up and down. He takes a deep breath, cocking his head to the side with a shy, yet suggestive chuckle. “You’re definitely a woman now.”

My heart thumps ferociously in my chest, hands sweating nervously as my former best friend begins to notice me in a way I had only once dreamed of.

He pulls at the collar of his button up, clearing his throat. “Well, I oughta get back, but uh, I’ll be back to you later.” I nod, still too embarrassed to say anything. He backs away, eyeing me with that dumb grin of his that I used to hate and love so much as a kid. He turns back to his friend but not before shooting me one last flirtatious smirk and wink before sitting down.

I can’t help but giggle as my blush darkens. I turn back to the bar, unable to stop myself from smiling like a gummy idiot. Jackson raises his eyebrow at me, chuckling to himself as he sees my flusteredness. I flash him a quick and embarrassed grin, before scurrying back to the kitchen.

The rest of the night goes by painfully slow. My previous ear for music now directed to the sound of my heart, though I try my best to focus on my work in front of me. Eventually, the club drains out as closing time nears, Elvis and his friend being the last left. I take the time to wipe down tables and flip chairs, prepping the area for sweeping and mopping.

I glance over at Elvis for the nth time tonight. I can’t believe I’m seeing my childhood best friend again, all grown up and a man now no less. It warms my heart seeing as his open and playful personality hasn’t diminished over the many years and that he never lost touch of our roots.

He started doing his hair differently. All pushed back and messy.

It looks good on him.

As I take in his new look, I find myself pathetically oblivious to the fact that I’m fully staring at him, and that he’s aware that I’m doing so. He lets out a laugh as he excuses himself to his friend, who takes the time to go over and speak with Jackson.

Oh, Lord. I’ve gone and invited him over now. What do I say? Maybe I’ll just play off the fact that I was looking at him all night, make it into some small joke. Oh, he’s gonna know I’ve been all goo goo eyes for him since the day we were born. Maybe I should just walk out. ‘Sorry, busy,’ I’ll tell him. Is that rude? Oh! Maybe I’ll-

“I didn’t forget about you, if that’s what’s troublin’ you.” He teases with an annoyingly cocky grin.

I snap my head up towards him with wide eyes, before quickly snapping it back down in embarrassment to look at the table I was cleaning before he had come over. I narrow my eyes, attempting to play it off. “Nothin’s troublin’ me, Elvis.” I assure him.

He hums, not at all convinced as his cocky grins turns into a prideful one. “Really? ‘Cause from where I was standing, you were looking pretty troubled to me.”

I roll my eyes, but can’t fight the smile on my face. “What do you want, Elvis?” A defeated sigh heavy in my voice.

He shrugs bashfully, looking down at his feet. “I wanted to catch up with you. Been a while.” He says softly.

My eyes fall guilty to the floor. “Well,” I begin. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m afraid much ain’t changed.” I say with a sigh. It was true. New city. Same problems.

He scoffs. “That ain’t true, otherwise you’d still be down there, wouldn’t you? What brought you up to Memphis?”

“Money.” I say bluntly.

He lets out a chuckle. “How’s Ma?” A softer look in his eyes.

I sigh once more, dropping my shoulders. “Lonely.”

He looks down at me with an empathetic look, knowing she still misses my dad.

Ma and Dad met in Alabama. Dad was the son of a plantation owner and Mom was the maid. They spent so much time together that eventually they fell in love. They started fooling around, got caught by his folks. They thought something was wrong with his head and called the cops on him. Ma found out she was pregnant, ran to Mississippi and Daddy got locked up. Elvis and I had that little bit in common.

I never met my dad. In fact, he had no idea I even exist. Other than that, she never really told me nothing about my dad.

“Yeah, it be like that…” Elvis says, trailing off as he stares at nothing in particular on the floor.”

I clear my throat, attempting to change the subject. “Well, what have you been up to then?”

A small smile returns to his face. “Oh, you know, school. Been going around as a truck driver.” He shrugs his shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant about his recent activities.

I nod slowly. A young truck driver hanging around these parts. I’m sure he gets by well in his community. “How’d you come by Club Handy? Most people like you don’t come around here…”

He laughs, amusedly smiling at me as he leans against the nearest table. “I assume you mean white?” He chuckles when he sees my eyes guiltily look away. "I just really like the music. Can't find it nowhere else."

My smile widens. "S'good to hear you still like music so much."

"You have no idea." He says with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Our eye lock onto each other's. I try my best not to let his gaze get to me, but my lips betray me, forming into a flustered smile which causes me to break our little staring contest out of shyness.

I watch in my peripheral view as he bites his lips, letting it curl into a devilish smirk. I shake my head. “Mama always warned me about you.” I say with a chuckle, looking back up at him.

He stares at me, taken aback, but still amused. “Oh, did she now?” He raises a brow at me.

I nod matter-of-factly. “Mhmm. Said you was all kinds of trouble.”

He takes big nods as he very obviously processes this new information. He accepts it. “I guess I am.” I raise an eyebrow, not expecting him to answer in such a way.

He glances down at me with a new found sense of confidence.

“How bout you?”

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Colin’s Family Weekend

Colin invited me to his home this weekend, and I’m really excited to see the place where he grew up and meet his family. We have been getting on great, and our relationship continues to grow and mature in ways that I didn’t expect.

We both know that the other is not monogamous, and that seems completely fine. I have no interest in controlling anything he does, nor does he want to control me. We both truly love each other and care for one another, and we want the best for the other. Exploring that with someone that has similar interests, so I am not having to convince someone to do something, is amazing and liberating. He actually enjoys and gets off on hearing about some of my exploits, as I do his.

But, we have wanted to continue to grow as a couple, and we figured meeting the ‘rents was a good next step. So, on Friday, we packed up his car and headed north to his hometown, about two hours away. The trip was uneventful, except for the road head I gave him that almost made us wreck. He came so hard he almost crossed into the next lane and took out a car. But he tastes amazing and fits so well in my mouth, it was worth the risk!

We got to his house in the evening right at dinner time, and I was kind of nervous. I mean, he’s the first “boyfriend” I’ve ever had, hell the first any serious relationship I’ve been in, and I didn’t know what to expect. He told me his parents were really chill and accepting, but I still had nervous stomach. They couldn’t have been more welcoming or warm. His powerful father, a titan in the local business community, was sexy as fuck, but welcomed me with a huge hug and an offer of a bourbon, which I eagerly took. His mom wanted to know all about me and wanted to make sure we were doing well in school. Colin had already told them about my family, and I think she wanted to be a surrogate mother of sorts.

We had been there about a half hour when the front door banged open and Colin’s little brother came in. I say little, but he is actually taller than Colin and outweighs him by a fuck-ton. He’s also sexy as fuck, and on the verge of manhood. He’s a junior in high school and the proverbial high school jock - quarterback, third baseman, and all around stud. If he was a year older, fuck, that would be a interesting weekend. But, he was equally warm and welcoming and was eager to spend time with his big brother and me.

Shortly after, his mother announced that dinner was ready and we gathered in the dining room for the meal. She was super excited to have her boys together again, and even expressed great joy about having a third. They blessed the meal, non-religiously, and then we dug in. I sat and watched everyone grabbing for food and laughing with each other and felt a huge hug around my shoulders. I have never been able to experience the kind of family love they were showing. I mean, my dad is amazing, and he did so much to make sure I was raised well and had everything I needed. But, he worked a lot, and with mom gone, I was at home alone a lot, from a pretty young age. So, I ate a lot of dinners by myself. This was just very cool. His mom broke my trance with an imploring call to “get something before it’s all gone!” I dug in and enjoyed the great food and company that surrounded me.

After dinner, Colin’s brother, Jace, helped with the dishes, and Colin, me, and his dad went to the back deck for another bourbon, and so he could smoke a cigar.

“So, Drew, Colin tells me your polyamorous. Is he not enough for you?”

I coughed and about choked on the mouthful of bourbon I had and looked at him like the proverbial deer in the headlight.

“Um, well, uh, he’s uh, awesome.”

“HA!” He bellowed and doubled over with laughter.

“Sorry, Drew, dad’s just being a dad. And trying to give you a hard time.”

“Uh, ok.”

“I know how things work, Drew. Just welcoming you to the family. It isn’t much of my business how you two conduct your affairs.”

“Thanks, sir. I really do love Colin, and he is incredibly special to me.”

“Oh? That’s very nice. Colin, love?”

“Yeah, dad, we professed that to each other a little bit ago. He is incredibly special to me.”

“Well, that is cause for celebration! Jace! Mom! Come on out here!”

“What is it, dad?” Jace said as he was walking out the door with his mom.

“They are in love! I wanted to toast them!”

“Hooray!”

“Congratulations!”

“Aww. My boys!”

It was a lot, but also very sweet. They are almost too good to be true. His mom is the local president of the PFLAG group, so they also walk the walk.

“Drew, Colin told me he met this boy last fall, soon after you met. I could tell then that you were special. We are very happy for the two of you!”

“Thank you, sir. Yeah, he is very special to me.”

“And I hear you guys have great sex!” Jace yelled.

“Jace! Behave!” his mom scolded back.

“Well, Jace, that is really important in a relationship!” his dad replied.

The rest of the evening went along in a similar way. We had a few drinks on the deck and enjoyed each other’s company. I could not imagine a more perfect way for the night to have gone.

It was eventually time to go to bed, so we worked our way up to Colin’s bedroom. He had a double bed and such a quintessentially boy room, with sports posters and trophies and everything you’d expect. We got our stuff together, and I went to take a shower, coming back to the bedroom and laying face down on the bed to wait for him. I must’ve dozed off from the excitement and the booze, because as I came to, I felt a finger lightly graze my butt hole then come up over my ass and up the middle of my back along my spine. I felt his hardening dick along my hip too, so I turned slightly into him and felt his warm, moist skin along my back and legs.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight against him. He wrapped his right leg around me and pulled my ass into him as well. I humped back into him and felt his now rock hard and very familiar dick resting in the crack of my ass. He was leaking precum like crazy and slicking up my butt as I continued to hump into him. He nibbled on my ear and held me tight, and started talking about how hot it was to have me in his boyhood bed.

“Do you know how many loads I have sprayed all over the place in this bed, alone, dreaming of having someone like you in here with me?”

“A lot, I bet”, continuing to work his dick with my ass.

“Laid back, jacking off thinking of fucking a cute boy with an amazing ass just like yours. Humping into the pillows and coating the sheets with my cum while I imagine it’s shooting deep inside your hole.”

“Mmm hmm. No more pillows for you! Just fuck me and breed my bussy now!”

He pulled back from me slightly until the head of his dick was pressed against my hole then pushed firmly until it breached my tight, hairless sphincter and began to travel deep inside my body. God, I loved feeling that dick inside me. I couldn’t get enough of it. He slowly reached bottom and pressed against me, my ass flattened against his hard abs and his balls smashed against my legs.

He pulled out then pushed in a couple of times, allowing me to relax my hole around his shaft and get used to being stuffed again. Eventually, though, he wanted to fuck, so we rolled over on my belly with him on top. He dropped his knees down onto the bed outside of my legs and his elbows under my arms, hooking his hands over my shoulders. He squeezed his knees together, bringing my legs tight and burying my hole deep in the crevice between my legs and butt cheeks. This was his power position, and he loved to use this when he was really turned on and wanted to fuck the living shit out of me, so I knew to get ready.

I was kind of surprised, with his parents and brother down the hall, that he would go so hard, but he started to fuck deep, pushing me into the mattress while each thrust down into my hole. His fucks were long and slow, but incredibly strong, really deep-dicking me and letting me feel every magnificent inch of his gorgeous, perfect cock. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans and groans, because he was making me vocalize how much I was enjoying this. The thought that my dick was pushing into the same mattress he laid on while jacking off as a kid had me going strong.

Colin’s face was next to mine, and his mouth right at my ear. He nibbled lightly while this continued, but then started to talk dirty to me.

“”Like humping my bed, Drew? Does that get you excited?

“Uh huh. Gonna spray the same sheets you did with my cum any minute!”

“Don’t you fucking dare! Not yet anyway. I’m just getting started drilling your perfect ass!”

He picked up the pace and started slamming into me, grunting in my ear with each thrust into me. He was hitting hard, and the ripples across my ass sent shivers up and down my body. I wasn’t lying when I told him I was ready to cum; this was getting to my head like crazy, and I couldn’t avoid it. My orgasm rocked my body, and I stiffened up, pressed down into the mattress and pumped my load out onto his boyhood sheets, my warm cum spreading out under me and over my abs before soaking into the bed.

“You just came! Fucker! Now get ready, ‘cause I’m really gonna give it to you now!”

He was slamming into me like a madman, harder than he ever has before. His grunts matched mine with each drop into my hole he made. He was using all of his body weight to drive into me with incredible force, and my still hard dick, swimming in the load I just pumped out into the bed, was warming up again for a repeat. He suddenly planked above me, the tip of his dick barely inside my body, before working his feet and knees between my legs, forcing my legs open and wide. He then reached down and pulled my ass up, arching my back and dragging my shoulders down his bed. He sat back on his knees and pulled me back onto him, forcing my body down onto his dick and burying him back deep inside.

He used my hips as handles and fucked into me, while at the same time pulling me back onto his steel hard cock, fucking me harder than ever, ramping this fuck up to one of the most epic he’s ever delivered. He was slamming into me with great force, his balls slapping mine with each thrust. My dick stayed hard and was flopping around underneath me, flipping precum and left over jizz from my first orgasm all over me and the bed.

I’ve never seen Colin more animated. He was using his whole body to drive into me and fuck me with abandon, almost like he was showing off. It was amazing. I wanted to stay in the present and be there with him, so I didn’t allow myself to drift off into a trance. I grunted and groaned and pushed back and flexed and grabbed what I could the whole time. I really wanted him to enjoy this, clearly a fantasy he’s had for a long time. I arched my back and pushed back, aiding his effort to pull me, and slammed into him. The smack of our sweaty skin against each other echoed throughout the room, coupled with the musical groans and moans coming from the two of us.

My balls couldn’t take it anymore. I was enjoying the wonderful pain radiating from my groin with each slap of his balls against mine, as well as the slam of his body, and the second orgasm raced through my body and rocketed out of my dick, adding more to the cooling pool on his bed from my first orgasm. The shivers and shakes of my body, as well as the rhythmic tightening of my hole with each shot of my cum, dove Colin crazy until he slammed into me one final time and held me still, tight against his abs. He let go of his first shot, then collapsed down on my back, hugging my torso tightly as the rest of his orgasm shook through him and into me. I could feel each volley shoot out of his dick and deep into my guts, and the warmth that radiated from it wrapped around my body.

As he calmed down some, I relaxed and brought us both down onto the bed, the cold spunk shocking my skin as I laid back down. He was still convulsing, his dick continuing to spasm in me as the aftershocks of his orgasm ricocheted through his body. It was epic and one of the best fucks we’ve ever had. We laid like that for a while, him on top of me still buried deep. I was enjoying the warmth and closeness we were having. He rolled off of me, his dick popping out of my ass and leaving a trail of cum over my thigh, but I tightened up as much as I could to hold his seed inside me.

He quickly fell into a slumber, but I had to pee and clean up a little, so I wandered out into the hallway. It was quiet, but the light in the bathroom was on and the door was slightly ajar. I walked quietly up to the door and peered inside and was surprised to see Jace naked, his feet spread wide looking in the mirror and jacking his dick! He was even more impressive when he was turned on like that. His muscles were tense and pumped, glistening in the bright light of the bathroom. His dick was equally impressive, long and thick, capped with a deep purple head that was shining from the lube he was using. His balls hung loose in his sac, rocking back and forth with each stroke he took. His legs were like tree trunks supporting his frame and rooted to the ground.

I must’ve moved or made a sound, because he grinned and looked my way.

“Come on in, Drew.”

“Uh, sorry to disturb you. I just had to pee.”

“Oh, it’s ok. You aren’t disturbing me at all. I was kinda hoping you would appear.”

“You were? For what?”

“To, uh, maybe help me with this.” he said, looking down and shaking his hard dick at me.

“What about Colin?” I hadn’t thought this through at all and didn’t know what to do. I mean, we aren’t monogamous, as everyone announced tonight. But, his brother? He’s fucking hot and hard and waiting for me, but should I? It isn’t the first time I’ve taken multiple family members, but is Colin different? How will he feel?

These thoughts were spinning in my head, but my dick hardened in front of him. He looked down at it and said

“Is that your answer?”

I guess it was. So, I went into the bathroom and closed the door, kneeling in front of Jace and letting him put his dick on my extended tongue. He tasted amazing and just like Colin, his dick very similar, if not a little bigger. I ran my tongue over the head and tasted more of his precum before taking him down to the base in one move.

He gasped and leaned forward, bracing on the bathroom counter and began to pump into my mouth. I grabbed around his waist to his firm ass and held tight, letting him do the work and get his nut. It didn’t take long before he was erratically pushing into me. He reached down and grabbed around my head, holding me tight against him as his orgasm shot out of his dick and filled my mouth. He came buckets, so I swallowed, only to have my mouth filled up again. I swallowed twice more before he finished and stood up, unceremoniously pulling out of my tight lips.

“Dude, that was way better than any of the girls at school. You should become a tutor!”

“Lol! Thanks.” I stood up, and he saw the cum on my stomach and running down my legs.

“Fuck, you’re a mess! Was it good?”

“Fucking amazing. Your brother knows how to fuck.”

“I saw the end, so I could tell. That’s what got me so worked up! That was hot, even to a straight guy!”

“Maybe not so straight?”

“Lol, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m straight. Bu whatever, that was fucking hot!”

He slapped me on the back and left me to clean up. I just got in the shower and rinsed off, letting Colin’s cum bubble out of my ass and run down the drain. I rinsed the rest of it off and toweled dry before making my way back to the bedroom.

I settled into the bed and spooned up against Colin. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight, his soft cock nestling into my ass crack.

He breathed quietly for several moments then whispered in my ear “Taste good?”

“Um, yeah, he did. I hope that was ok.”

“Of course, my sweet little slut. Of course. I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

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