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mbb-project-entity · 1 year

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Chapter 35

Months had passed since Rinni had last seen Dr. Gemwood. She had healed up after her latest surgeries some time ago, and was enjoying her new job at a cocktail bar. At one time she would have been in the middle of college, but that possibility was long gone, and all she knew now was her new life. She even had her name changed. Rinni was too cutesy, too young, so she had it changed to Rosalyn. She felt it was much more refined and still sexy. She loved her new life; her wet pussy never felt better as she was being fucked over a crate in the storage room. She took in each thrust, appreciating the young man’s fairly large cock and happy that someone at her age was still able to get action like this.

“Oh Ryan, fuck me harder baby! Fill me up!” She moaned in a voice sounding raspy from heavy drinking and smoking. She pressed her ass backwards into the man’s crotch, causing him to moan as well.

“Nggh! You just might earn that promotion sweetie!”

Rosalyn smiled as things were going according to plan. She knew her boss was younger than her, but it didn’t bother her. In fact she kind of had a thing for guys a bit younger than her. They were easier to manipulate. Besides, at 32 with her skillset she didn’t have many options for moving up. At the very least he was a pretty good fuck, she thought.

She thought ‘pretty good’ as Ryan’s crotch slapped into her ass, because while he was big, she was much looser. Part of Dr. Gemwood’s surgeries was making her vagina be more realistically old, and so Rosalyn’s slit was gaping wide, lips distended, able to take just about any cock easily. The former ‘Rinni’ didn’t know it was surgery, and assumed it was simply due to her age and all the sex she had imagined having up until now.

Ryan’s cock began tensing up, and Rosalyn knew he was about to release. She clenched down on his member as he let loose, filling the condom. He lay on top of her for a moment, and then got up.

“Clean this up for me will you babe?” Ryan motioned at his penis, covered in his jizz after he removed the condom.

She smiled at him and went to work, licking his cock clean.

Ryan pulled up his pants and flashed her a smile as he walked off, “You’d better clean yourself up too. Customers are waiting. I’ll see about that promotion sometime, my little slut.”

When he left the room her smile reversed. She lay on the floor and looked down at herself, thinking about how she’s made herself into a slut. Her loose pussy was evidence enough, but the rest of her screamed slut as well. Bleached hair, tons of large jewelry, copious amounts of makeup, including slutty red lipstick and drawn on eyebrows. She ran her 1-inch long red fingernails across the tattoo right above her pussy; it read ‘Mama’s Cunt’. She thought she might regret it someday but not right now.

On a younger looking body she might have looked like a porn star, but she just looked like a desperate single woman, who knows she’s going to run out of time to be sexy soon. Her skin was the color of fake tan, her boobs were beginning to sag from many months of nipple weights, and her face had the aged look of someone who had too much plastic surgery, yet she still had heavy bags under her eyes from months of poor sleep. Her jawline was even aged now; one of the last things she had done was being given a stronger jawline. She knew that it would make her look older, but she also had a fetish for it, and she thought that it wouldn’t hurt too much since she was already 32.

She’s been getting better at using her charms to manipulate men, but she still wasn’t great at it. Sometimes she was still used like this, and didn’t get her way. Younger men were easier targets though, and she took a chance with Ryan.

“Not a total loss,” she said aloud to no one, “at least his cock was big.”

“Was it now?” A figure entered the room, causing Rosalyn to turn around surprised.

“Oh it’s just you. Don’t scare me like that, Miriam!”

“Hey sis, I told you, call me Mixie!”

“Ugh, fine, MIXIE. You’re too old for a name like that!”

“We’re both only 32!” Mixie countered.

Much like Rosalyn, Miriam changed her name to Mixie, but in her case it was because she wanted a cuter name. Mother and daughter stood next to each other, looking and believing that they were sisters, though their styles couldn’t be more different. Rosalyn was the sexy slut, and Miriam, now Mixie, had gone from a rich sultry look to a cheap, cutesy one. Her blonde hair was now in curls, with a pink ribbon on one side, and bangs dyed pink. She wore a frilly dress, with white stockings and black Mary Janes. They were supposed to be sisters of the same age, but with recent work to make her look younger, the reality was that Mixie looked 5 years younger than 32 and Rosalyn 5 years older.

“Anyway,” Mixie teased, “someone’s been having some fun with the manager hmm?”

Rosalyn waved her away, “I will neither confirm nor deny any allegations. But I will say he might be giving me a promotion.”

“Ooh!”

“And we might be having a little sex!”

“Rosalyn!”

The two of them laughed at her joke, went back to work. Rosalyn was already preoccupying herself with the idea of looking even older. After all, she thought, if younger men were easier to manipulate, looking older would widen that gap making it easier to manipulate more men, wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it? She thought about it, but she knew it wouldn’t matter because it wouldn’t be long before she would have to see Dr. Gemwood again.* * *

Many more months had passed still. Dr. Gemwood lay back on her examination table, feeling the whipping of the tongue working on her below.

“OOh! Yes! Keep going Mixie! You little slut! Ahh that feels sooo good!” Dr. Gemwood yelled out in ecstasy, gripping the sides of the chair as she reached close to orgasm. Over the last few months Mixie went from being Rosalyn’s mom to her own perfect little sex slave. With the serum it didn’t take long at all for Mixie to become completely obsessed with serving the doctor, and the doctor grew to enjoy her little visits, so she decided to keep her around.

As she reached climax, she gripped Mixie’s hair, causing her to squeal a little as the doctor’s juices rubbed on Mixie’s face. Afterwards Mixie leaned back, exhausted but still horny, and after a moment of basking in the afterglow, Dr. Gemwood sat up and looked down at her, still on her knees, and completely naked.

Dr. Gemwood was extremely proud of the work she did with Mixie’s face. Anyone would have paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to have done what she did to her. The former 38 year old now wouldn’t be mistaken for anything over 19, with her cute button nose, round face, and enlarged eyes, which combined with her lusty expression made her look like a little teen slut. Her hair was now a number of colors, with it being primarily blonde, but with streaks of light blue and pink, and the bottom third of her hair fading into a deep red.

Mixie’s body on the other hand was another story. The doctor also fixated on making her look as young as possible, and so her figure was that of a prepubescent teen, albeit a somewhat tall one. Her hips were narrowed and her breasts were barely even an A-cup now, completely removing her bombshell figure. Her nipples were a pale pink color and even her vagina had plenty of work done, making it look just like new. Her face might have made her look 19, but her body made her look much younger. It might have been a problem if her tastes ran as young as she looked, but she only had eyes for the doctor now.

It wasn’t just her looks either; through Dr. Gemwood’s training she even acted like a cutesy little teenager, one with a strong fetishistic sex-streak anyway.

“Mistress! I’m like, super horny!!” Mixie pouted.

Dr. Gemwood decided to allow her to have some pleasure today. “Alright Mixie-slut. Come here and I’ll help you.”

Mixie got up excitedly and hopped over to Dr. Gemwood, lying down over her lap. Dr. Gemwood raised an arm and began spanking her.

“Ahn!”

“What do we say?”

“AHN! T-thank you mistress!”

“Again!”

“AHHN! Thank you mistress!”

This continued for a few more times, turning Mixie’s ass red. Dr. Gemwood could feel her leg getting wet as Mixie leaked onto her as well, and raised a final arm, swatting down hard.

“AAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!!”

It was more than Mixie could handle, and the orgasm caused her to roll off Dr. Gemwood’s lap and slump on the floor, writhing in the throes of pain and pleasure.

Afterwards, Dr. Gemwood glanced at her watch, “Alright now get dressed my little slut, your ride is going to be here soon.”

“Yay!” Mixie ran off to get dressed and cleaned up. Dr. Gemwood thought that Mixie made a much more entertaining receptionist, though she was near useless practically speaking. She only worked a few days a week however, today of which was one of those days, thankfully making a naked Mixie prancing through the hallways easier to deal with as they were the only ones around at the moment.

A short while later sounds could be heard from the front door.

“Mixie! Honey where are you? We’re running late!”

Dr. Gemwood walked up to the front to greet the visitor, “Hello, Mrs. Peren! Mixie is coming.”

“Please, call me Rosalyn,” she replied, stubbing out her cigarette as she stood outside the doorway, “no need to be formal when you’re dating Mixie.”

Dr. Gemwood hadn’t told Rosalyn that Mixie was actually her sex slave, but then again why bother? Contuing to make small talk, she picked up on her outfit, “Going somewhere this afternoon?”

Rosalyn looked at herself and then laughed, “No this is for work. Mixie and I work at the strip club, remember? We’re late for our gig. I was up a little late last night, so I apologize if I look a little worse for wear.” She leaned in close to Dr. Gemwood and whispered conspiratorially, “If you want to know though, I managed to bag me one who was barely 18! Youngest one yet! I know some people consider it an insult, but I’d say I’m doing a good job as a cougar don’t you?” She laughed a hoary laugh, “Not bad for 47 eh?”

Dr. Gemwood smiled, she knew the girl was actually 19, but after all the effort she had expended, no one would ever guess that again. Rosalyn was dressed in a skintight leopard-skin bodysuit with black spike heeled boots. The bodysuit clung to her body and showed off all the weight on her thighs and stomach she had accumulated over the past few months. Her arms fared no better, added fat causing her arms to droop a little, swaying as she moved her arms about, which were decorated in far too many bangles and bracelets, and ending in 2-inch long nails painted orange. Her breasts completed the deal of selling the image of her body as a 47 year old’s (one in very bad shape) as the nipple weights had done their job, leaving her breasts sagging far down her chest, as the leotard wrapped around them, but left an enormous amount of cleavage on display, definitely a sign of a desperate aging woman.

Her face fared no better, as her eyes were not only tired and dark from smoking, drinking and lack of sleep, but also through additional surgery. A facelift only served to actually make her look older, as the amount of plastic surgery she had gave her the look more of an old person trying to look younger. Her makeup was poorly done and overdone, even for the strip club, as she had on plenty of foundation, too much blush, bright red lipstick covering her enormous lips, and heavy sky blue eyeshadow across her entire eyelids. A nose ring and large hoop earrings completed the effect, and her platinum blonde hair was teased out as high and wide as it would go.

Dr. Gemwood found it funny that she was even older than herself, yet still had sex with people about Rosalyn’s real age. Then again, she thought, she herself is having sex with a woman who looks 16 but is actually 38, so who is she to talk? She laughed to herself at a job well done, no one fucks with this doctor, she thought, as Mixie came running, clutching her Hello Kitty backpack. She wore a white tubetop with a sequined heart that did everything to show she had no breasts, and she had fixed her makeup which mainly consisted of pink and glitter in various amounts.

“Hi mom! I’m totally ready!” She landed with a little hop step in front of Rosalyn, white 4-inch heeled Mary Janes clicking on the tiled floor and twin ponytails flittering about.

“We’re running late honey! Come, give your mommy a practice kiss.” Mixie leaned in and deep throat kissed Rosalyn. Dr. Gemwood had managed to convince the two that they were in opposite roles now, from mother and daughter, to sister and sister, and now finally to daughter and mother instead. But with a little something extra, the doctor grinned evilly.

As they kissed, Rosalyn ran a finger up her former-mother’s ass crack, lifting her new daughter’s pink pleated skirt and revealing a lack of panties underneath as Mixie moaned.

“Good job honey, they’ll love that at the strip club. Now say good bye to the doctor and we’ll get going.” Mixie kissed the doctor in a similar manner, as the doctor remembered that the two had a mother-daughter routine at the club that raked in the cash.

They waved good-bye and walked off, with Rosalyn keeping a firm hand on Mixie’s ass.

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lady-z-writes · 3 years

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So if time permits and you dig it, can you write a short little thing where Karl gets jealous™️because his girl is getting checked out (at some event maybe a little shindig Alcina is hosting) and that leads to some good ol’ ‘you’re mine’ smut? Kinda wanna see him all desperate and annoyed cause he knows his gal is gorgeous

Thank you for this! I so enjoyed playing with this idea.

Heisenberg x fem!reader smut below:

He'd made the decision to bring you, despite his best efforts to avoid this type of thing.

As soon as Alcina found out about you, she'd been urging him to join her little charade where she pretends to be a good oversized hostess.

She just wanted to get a taste of you, he was sure; lock eyes with you and hope to seduce you, steal you away from him.

Who knew the fucking caterer was going to be yet another threat.

The way he's staring at you makes Heisenberg notice. Sipping his whiskey, he keeps an eye on things as you chat kindly, probably unknowingly.

The smile on your face, the way you look in that outfit tonight - it's too much. He barely let you leave the factory without a mark on you; just in case someone got close enough to see the bite marks on your inner thigh.

You knew you were his. But with some alcohol in you, he wasn't so sure you'd behave yourself. Clearly, you hadn't started this interaction. Of course Heisenberg had been staring since you got up from the table; always an eye on things. He'd rather silently watch you than play socialite at Alcina's ridiculously over-the-top gala.

You'd been good, he just didn't trust the rest of these fuckers.

And the longer he stares, the more heated he's getting.

You'd noticed Heisenberg's staring. It was hard not to. He'd been grinding his teeth when he wasn't taking a sip of that almost-empty whiskey glass.

Speaking of, you knew you were meant to get the bottle from the server.

The caterer is nice enough but if he doesn't watch it, Heisenberg is going to make him into a mechanical plaything.

As you say goodbye, the caterer takes your hand and kisses the back of it. Totally flabbergasted, you shake your head at him.

"You need to stop," you say.

"Stop? We were having such a lovely chat. Perhaps we could have a drink under moonlight."

You glance over your shoulder, but Heisenberg isn't there.

Fuck.

"No, thank you," quickly, you back away toward the serving plater with the whiskey he likes.

It's gone.

Eyes wide, you gaze around the room to see if it's on anyone's table. If you come back without that bottle...-

Suddenly a familiar smell of cigar smoke overwhelms your senses. Glancing to your left, you notice Heisenberg's gaze fixed on you from a few feet away; whiskey bottle in hand.

"Come with me," he demands, shoving the bottle into your arms as he passes.

Before long, you're in a loading bay area, wrapping your arms around yourself from how cold you are suddenly.

"Karl, I-"

"Take your clothes off."

"What?"

He exhales smoke in your face as he shoves you against a crate.

"Now," he hisses.

Shivering, you follow orders, hand him the bottle of whiskey, watch him take a hefty gulp as he stares at your nakedness. As he hands you the bottle back, his eyes linger on the bite marks on your thigh.

You sip the booze in hopes it'll warm you up. Heisenberg takes pity on you - or maybe it's an act of ownership - but he gives you his coat and you're greedy for the warmth.

Not wasting time, he hoists you up, shoves you completely back on the oversized crate. It's freezing and hard but you don't sit up. You set down the booze before you spill it. Heisenberg pulls himself up, crawls over your body with a deep growl that exhales smoke around the cigar in his mouth. When he's eye-to-eye with you, he pops it out of his mouth, ashes it near you, uses his gloved fingers to uncover your right nipple from beneath his jacket. And then the left.

His eyes scan hungrily as he takes another inhale. You can feel him hard against your body and to be honest you're not surprised. It feels good to be this wanted.

He nods down at you and you know what he wants so wordlessly you undo his pants and belt. When his cock springs out, you guide it toward your naked pussy and let him shove himself inside you.

Arching your back, you moan out for him, knowing he wants you to be loud and the pressure of his thick cock is tender without any prep. But he wants it like this. It's a punishment of sorts.

"See you made a friend tonight," he grunts as he puts his cigar out beside your shoulder.

When he's completely in, you feel like you can finally speak. "N-no, that's not it at all. Karl, I-"

There isn't a second of hesitation: he starts pounding into you at such a pace, you can't help but grip his shoulders and whimper.

"You're mine," he growls. "You got that?"

"Yes."

"Say it," he grunts, biting your neck.

"I'm yours."

"Again."

"Karl, I'm yours!"

"Mmm, that's right. You are. You're mine to bite and to fuck. You're mine to make a scene about."

He's putting so much pressure on you, you're consumed by him and it's such an overwhelming feeling you can't help but love it.

"This cunt is mine to fill," he chuckles. "Oh? You're close, aren't you?" a deep laugh. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

You whine and grip him tighter. "No, I'm good. I promise."

"Oh, are you now?" he teases. You nod. "You look good...my jacket falling off your body like some centerfold...tits with my bitemarks on them, little marks from my facial hair...heh, it's like you're my little plaything."

"I'm yours," you whisper out, nodding against his chest as you feel your orgasm nearing. "Please, Karl, please."

He hums as if thinking it over. "One condition, doll."

"Anything."

"You sit in my lap and ride my cock while you cum."

You nod quickly and shift positions, staring in awe at him. This new position gives you so much pleasure. Your mouth is on his shoulder then kissing at his neck, moaning and crying out his name as you ride out your orgasm.

"Good girl," he laughs. "Ah, that's it, kitten...getting me so close."

After you've come down, your heartbeat in your ears, you kiss his neck again, open your eyes, throw your head back a second to stare at the ceiling as he pounds up into you.

It's only when you look straight ahead of you that you notice the door is open.

"Karl," you whisper, tapping him on the arm, trying to pull back.

It's too late. He's got an iron grip on your hips as he's moaning and pumping into you.

All while the caterer stands there in shock next to his crates of pastries.

"Get a good enough show there, bucko?" Heisenberg pants a yell over his shoulder where you're still staring in shock.

No response, just the sound of footsteps retreating.

You smack him on the bicep.

"You knew he was there."

He laughs loudly. "Of course I did!"

"Heisenberg!" you hiss.

"No harm. I didn't even kill him. Besides, look at that entire crate of pastries he left...just for us to sneak back to the factory."

You groan, hiding your face in his chest out of pure embarrassment.

"What? You're a sight when you're cumming. Probably gave that guy plenty to think about..."

"Can we go now?"

"Depends. Learned your lesson about talking to strangers?"

You roll your eyes.

"Yes, sir."

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #smut

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prismatica-the-strange · 3 years

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Would you want to try the 61 from the smutty promts list (Just once…) this could be a nice angsty, I-love-you-but-it’s-against-the-rules-but-we-might-die-tonight thingy?

🥵🥵

18+ Smutty Smut Smut- Oral (Fem receiving)

"Fuck it!" You throw the tool in your hand and it clangs against the floor. After hours of trying to get the sub-light engines back online after the firefight, you needed a break.

"What's going on?" Daniel asks, coming back to check on you.

"I give up! The damn thing is busted beyond any repairs can do! Piece of shit!" You exclaim, kicking the panel and running your hand through your hair, "If we ever get back, I need a stiff drink."

"Anything I can do?"

"Not unless you've got some replacement crystals somewhere on ya." You hop up on one of the stacked crates and sit down, hugging a knee to your chest. You look over to him when he doesn't say anything and find him looking at you with what you can only describe as heart eyes. "Daniel."

He blinks at you before looking away, "I know."

The two of you had been pining over each other for quite a while now, but due to the nature of your jobs, there were rules in place that said it couldn't happen. The only problem was that every time Daniel was in the same room as you he can't seem to take his eyes off you. You were all too familiar with his bedroom eyes from catching him staring during movie night, and they made you go weak at the knee. The whole situation was frustrating like nothing else.

"So what are we gonna do?" He's looking at you like that again. Your fingers dig into your leg and you feel your throat go dry.

"I... I don't know." You sigh, trying to avoid his gaze, "What I do know, is that the engines are shot, comms are down, and life support isn't too far behind. We took too much damage for me to ever fix on my own."

"So-"

"We're probably gonna die here," you nod, "Sometime in the next couple days, a few thousand lightyears off course. It's beyond unlikely that the team will find us in time."

He goes quiet, but you hear him step closer and feel his hand in your ankle.

You turn to look at him, he's so close, it would be so easy to reach out and just-

"Then before that happens," he squeezes your ankle and swallows hard, "Maybe we could-"

"Daniel, we can't-"

“Just…once. Please." He begs quietly, looking up at you, "I just need to taste you once."

His hand drags up your leg before his fingers graze your chin.

"I can't bear dying without knowing," he mutters, "How you feel... taste... sound... Y/n please."

He's pleading with you, he knows you feel something for him and he hopes you're willing to act on it.

He's so close, his lips- all you would need to do is lean forward, give in to butterflies in your stomach.

"I-..." Your eyes flit down to his lips before your hand is on the back of his neck, pulling them against your own.

His lips are soft and warm against yours as he kisses you with a hunger you didn't expect.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, thumbs digging circles against the skin under your shirt. The contact makes you whine and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue taking immediate dominance over yours.

You're both breathing heavily by the time you pull away. He wastes no time, mouth latching on to your neck, biting and sucking what's sure to leave a monster of a hickey. You feel his hands move to your belt, fumbling with it unsuccessfully until he pulls away with a huff.

"Damn thing," he mutters.

"Let me," you chuckle, shooing his hands away. As soon as you have it unbuckled his lips and hands are back on you, tugging at your pants. It takes a bit, but you manage to get them off between the heated kisses and desperate groping. Your shirt follows not long after, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, but that doesn't last long either with the way his hands roam your body.

The sight of you naked in front of him has him ravenous. He squeezes and massages your breasts as his mouth licks, kisses, bites, and burns its way down your neck, and across your chest, not leaving an inch untouched.

By the time he makes it down to your heat, your breathing is ragged. He pulls you to the edge of the crate, fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

"Daniel," you whine when he lingers for a moment, breath fanning over you, so close but not close enough.

He swallows hard before pressing a slow hard lick through your folds, his tongue flat against your clit. He groans against you, nails scratching down your thighs, before giving you another lick, just as hard and slow as the last, relishing in the taste and feel of your arousal.

"You better be ready for a long night, gorgeous," he hums, "because I don't plan on leaving this spot for hours."

He's like a man starved the way he eats you out, tongue delving inside you, already addicted to the taste of your pussy. His lips on your clit, sucking and nipping, draw beautiful gasps and moans from you, like music to him. He has no idea how he ever survived anywhere other than between your thighs.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Right there!- Daniel yes! Yes! I'm gonna- Fuck!- I'm gonna cum!" Your hands tug at his hair as you cum all over his tongue.

"Paradise," he hums, lips still pressed against you, "I must have already died, because this is heaven."

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"Fuck baby, feels so good!" He groans, cock buried deep inside you with you bent over one of the crates, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you.

"I could spend a lifeti-" He's cut off by the rings activating behind him, "Shit!"

You collapse to your knees when he pulls away, scrambling for his zat.

"I heard you two needed a rescu- What the hell?!"

"Jacob?"

The man in question immediately turns away and Daniel starts grabbing your clothes.

"The Tok'ra got a message from Hammond, they said they'd lost contact with you after a firefight somewhere near this sector," Jacob explains as Daniel helps you get dressed, your legs basically jelly, "Luckily I was in the area and could pick you up... Are you decent yet?"

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Gimme More

Kinktober Day 14 ~ kink: lap-dance

pairing: jirou kyoka x fem!reader

warnings: smuttish, lapdance

word count: 3,118

a/n: so I ended up choosing gimme more by britney spears the slowed down version! feel free to listen when you get to the lapdance!!! DONT YOU DARE FUCKING SLEEP ON MY WLW PIECES YALL!!!!!!!! YOU SLEPT ON MY THREESOME AND I WONT EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR IT >:(

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

“Open up, please!!” Jirou and Mina screamed through the door.

Jirou was holding on to an entire crate of sake and she turned towards Mina who had a box of soju in her own arms.

“Do you think anyone of them heard that? Bakugou’s as deaf as an old man.” Jirou wonders aloud.

“Well, y/n is already here, and I texted her when we were just dropped off,” Mina responds, shifting the box in her arms. The weight of the box slowly becoming uncomfortable. Jirou’s eyes widen as her eyes snap down at her casual clothing, her cheeks burning as she shakes her head.

“I thought, wait no, didn’t you tell me she wasn’t coming?!” Jirou hisses at Mina who laughs, her eyes snapping away. She had been caught.

Jirou’s head snapped forward as the door opens, and there you are. Your hair was down, grazing your shoulders as you smiled. Jirou’s face darkened as she saw the gray sweatpants that sat comfortably around your waist. She froze as she noticed the tank top embellishing your figure and curves.

“Finally!” You say swinging the door open, stepping back to let the girls in. “Everyone else is here, and everyone wants to get Ei drunk as quick as possible!”

Jirou scurries in, avoiding your greeting hug. She is barely able to kick off her shoes as you envelop Mina into a hug. Jirou doesn’t wait for you to try to hug her again, walking over to Kirishima’s kitchen with the box in her arms.

This tight-knit group of friends wasn’t one that Jirou was all that close to. Yes, she was great friends with both Mina, Kaminari, and surprisingly Bakugou! But she didn’t see herself as apart of this squad. Your presence especially was one that had her on edge. Because Jirou Kyoka was undeniably in love with you. It was embarrassing because it seemed that everyone and their mother had picked up on her crush on you. Except, of course, for you. Or maybe it was that you knew and just didn’t want to hurt her. Either way, it was horrible.

“What the hell took you two so long?” Bakugou barked as soon as Jirou entered the kitchen.

All four of the boys were already there. Kirishima sipping on some metal flask, with the most disgusted look on his face.

“Happy birthday, Kiri!” Jirou states, thrusting the box into the ash blond’s expectant hands as she sits down.

Jirou watched with flushed cheeks as you walked in with Mina. You lifted the box of soju over your head as Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all joined in screaming. Bakugou’s smirk growing as Kirishima looked scared. Jirou could not lie, she loved the dynamics of this group. She watched on as everyone besides Kirishima laid out multiple glasses. Alcohol being immediately opened and pouring into them all.

She watched on as you in your comfortable clothes, swatted away Bakugou who was trying to take over. Sero and Kaminari trying to down a bottle of sake without being caught. Mina by your side, being your help as you fought Bakugou on who should give Kirishima his first ‘real’ drink. Kirishima’s laugh was way too forced as he slunk over to Jirou, who nodded at him.

“Happy birthday!” She stated as Kirishima grins, thanking her with a kind smile.

“I was not excited about this day at all,” Kirishima admits as Bakugou rips the soju bottle from your hands. Bakugou’s grin is wide as he laughed as you attempted to reach it. Your body jumping in an attempt to get it, and Mina was on the floor with laughter. “I fully believe they will get more drunk than I will.”

“Even Bakugou?” Jirou asks shocked. She had never been out drinking with this group after all.

“If y/n starts challenging him…” Kirishima trails off, and Jirou laughs. She knows that the two of them could never back down from a challenge.

“Well, it’s still your birthday,” Jirou affirms, taking her own bottle of sake and handing it to the birthday boy. “So, take a drink.”

Jirou wished she could have taken a picture of everyone’s reactions when they saw that she had given Kirishima his official first drink.

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You weren’t paying much attention to the group anymore. It had been a few hours since getting started and you were helping Sero with the drinks. You kept feeling someone gazing at you but when you turned around. You saw that no one was even trying to hide that they were looking. Maybe you were just too a bit too tipsy.

“Alright, everyone! Listen up! The birthday boy wants… he wants to switch up the next games’ rules. Truth or dare. But we’re playing the hot hot hot rated version.” Kaminari slurred excitedly, his hands moving to rub each others in great excitement. You glanced back to see everyone groaning, but the blond was smiling and winked at you.

“What do you mean by hot hot hot rated?” Jirou asked, her cheeks tinged red from her drinking while she sat nearer to the blond. The tiniest bit of jealousy shot through your veins as you watch him lean his head against hers, his smile warm and dopey while she blushed more. What can you say, you had a crush on the sound hero.

“ANYTHING AT ALL REALLY. I’m talking about taking clothes off! Lap dances! 7 minutes in heaven or even hell - if you know what i meanI Yeah, why not? Of course, more, if ya know what I mean.”

“Are you fucking serious, dunce face? Not everyone here is-” Bakugou tried to rip him a new one but Kaminari shushed him to be quiet, his body slumping over toward the ash blond.

“What? A big fat pussy? Suck it up! Besides, we need to get you ‘virgins’ out of your shells. Want me to start naming who hasn’t had any AT ALL?!”

“Come on, really Denki.” Mina was shaking her head, her fingers rubbing her temples. You brought the drinks to the floor and sat next to Kirishima again. You rested your legs on Bakugou’s knees who put a hand on your calf out of his own comfort.

Jirou glanced over at you, her eyes looking at the close proximity between you and the boys. You waited for her eyes to look up at yours, and when you do you motion the ‘crazy’ symbol towards Kaminari, and she smiles.

“Come on, just relax! It’ll be fun, I promise! Um, Sero help me out here! Pick someone random to start? Maybe with a random selector thingy for someone else to make a question…randomly.”

“Good job dude, you sound like a fucking idiot!” you laughed at Bakugou’s slander, throwing a pillow at him while Bakugou shoulder nudged you.

“I mean, I guess?” Sero sighed, pulling out his phone. Mina was over his shoulder, looking as he inputted everyone’s name into the generator.

“Alright… first up is, Mina, you get to ask… Bakugou anything.” Sero states placing his phone down.

Kaminari gave Bakugou a drink. “Oh man, I don’t even know? I’m the best at this game, but what do I want you to tell me... Okay…umm what is your fav-” Mina was immediately interrupted by Kaminari.

“What part of rated XXX do you not understand?”

“You didn’t let me finish the rest of the fucking question, KAMINARI! Shut up!!!!”

The group burst into laughter as Kaminari sulked, his body wilting as he took another drink from his cup.

“What’s your favorite lingerie color to see?” Mina wiggles her eyebrows at Bakugou and saw him shaking his head.

“Why would I want lingerie when I prefer people stripped naked. I’m trying to fuck, not explode in my pants.” He never dropped his gaze from hers. Your eyes widen as you look at Bakugou, tipping your drink towards him, you took a gulp of the bitter liquid.

“WOOOW didn’t expect that from you of all people. Drink up!” Kaminari handed him a drink.

“I thought we only fucking drink if we don’t answer?”

“My game. My rules. You drink either way.”

“I thought this was my game?” Kirishima asked.

You laughed as Kaminari flushed again, oh boy, this night was going to be rough.

The game went for a long time. Kaminari and Mina were having way too much fun with the questions. Jirou was then dared to guess what the bra color of Mina’s was. Sero asked Kirishima about who in the group he would fuck if he was a girl. Everyone was very buzzed. You were too lost in your gaze on Jirou who was whispering to Kaminari that you didn’t hear them calling you.

“Sorry what?” You feel your cheeks turning red as Mina laughs a bit too loudly.

“You only had like seven drinks. Wake up!” Kirishima claps near your face and you shove him aside.

“Who’s asking me?” Your question, your lips sipping at your drink again.

“Me,” Mina declared, her hands clasping.

“Alright.” You clear your throat, shifting in your spot to prepare for the worst.

“When was the last time you got laid?” she questions, her eyes curious and innocent, but her smile knowing and cunning. You honestly did not expect that low-leveled question out of her at all.

“Wow, you are an asshole. Fine. Ummmm pretty sure since high school, senior year in the locker room.”

“No fucking way. That’s not possible. Y/n you’re one hot as hell chick. How is that-” Kaminari grabs your thighs and Jirou shifts.

“No nuh-uh. I was asked when not why, so I am not answering anything!”

“No wait, we’re not moving past this. You need to answer-”

“NOPE! Sero, next person please.” You were still smirking when you looked at Jirou. She looked really uncomfortable and when she saw you staring at her... she dropped the face and smiled shyly at you.

“Kaminari... dare... Y/N?”

“Wait, no! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” You screamed.

“The generator chose it’s victim,” Kaminari grins as he leans forward. “Submit.”

Your mouth twitches, your frown growing as you glare at him. “Fine. Denki if you please.”

Kaminari was thinking for a while. Which lead you to believe you were at the very least safe from follow up questions. You felt it all crumble away when Mina got up and whispered something to him.

“YES, you’re a tricky girl. Y/n…I dare you to give someone a lap dance. This someone has to be the person you find the hottest in the room, too!”

“What the hell kind of dare is that?” You protest. Blood rushing to your cheeks as suddenly the boys were all hyperaware of what was happening. It wasn’t to say they all liked you, but no one could deny they wouldn’t take a lap-dance from you.

“The one you can’t back out of. Now, do you want us to get on chairs and close our eyes until the music starts?” Sero asked. You were about to answer when Mina yelled out chairs before you could say it yourself.

You were still on the floor as suddenly all the boys were on chairs, staring at you as you sat on the floor. Your jaw dropped as Mina brought two chairs over for her and Jirou. The black-haired girl trying to get herself from not being on the chair, and it made your throat clench. What would she do when you went over to her?

Mina shoved a phone into your hands, the one connected to the Bluetooth speaker. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you tried thinking about the best song to choose from. You looked at their closed eyes, all of them expecting you to mount them as your heart finally chose one.

The beat started and you sang along.

Every time they turn the lights down

Just want to go that extra mile for you

Your public display of affection

Feels like no one else in the room (but you)

Eyes snap open, and everyone is silent as they watch you saunter towards Jirou, swaying your hips to the music. Her gaze was so intense, so surprised, but you made sure you never broke eye contact. For a moment, you thought you saw her smirk but it was gone the second the thought intruded your mind.

We can get down like there's no one around

We'll keep on rockin' (We'll keep on rockin')

We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin')

Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin'

They keep watching (They keep watching)

Keep watching

Feels like the crowd is saying

You slid your hands down your neck to the valley between your breasts. Stopping right below your navel. Shutting your eyes, you focused on just you and Jirou. At this moment. With no distractions. Just you and her.

You straddled her thighs the moment the pace picked up.

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

You were thoroughly enjoying this. Grabbing her shoulders and holding on, you arched your back and kept on rubbing yourself on her. Too close to the middle of her parted legs. It didn’t help that the sweats you wore were thin. And god did she feel so fucking good against your skin.

A center of attention (Can you feel them?)

Even when we're up against the wall

You've got me in a crazy position (yeah)

If you're on a mission (uh-uh)

You got my permission (oh)

You slowly felt her hands grabbing your waist, its tentative, yet confident. Your tanktop has ridden up and you loved feeling the seeping heat of her hands on your skin. It drove you crazy. You held onto her biceps and she couldn’t help but move them against you, wanting to show you just how much she loves this.

We can get down like there's no one around

We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin')

We'll keep on rockin', rockin' (Oh ah-ha)

Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin'

They keep watching (They keep watching)

Keep watching

Feel's like the crowd is saying:

You turned around quickly and straddled her again, your back hitting her chest. You felt the heat radiating off of her and couldn’t help but shut your eyes and moan. The curve of her breasts overwhelming as your ass ground into her. You grabbed her hands and placed them back on you. Rubbing your ass further onto her, you felt how hard she was breathing against your sweating skin. And fucking hell was it turning you on. She got a little bolder and placed one hand right below your breasts. The other going to your back and forcing you to bend down.

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More (Gimme more)

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More (Oh woah oh!)

Gimme, Gimme more

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme more (Gimme more, yeah)

Gimme, More

Gimme, Gimme, More

You came back up and reached back to rake your fingers through her hair, trying to pull her closer to you. You felt her breath on your skin and heard her whine. Jirou was muttering expletives that only you can hear.

Sadly, the song ended. You wished you could stay like this forever but let go. You turned around and looked at her. Jirou’s eyes barely had any color left in them. You both snapped out of your haze when you heard Kaminari and Mina whistle and clap.

“Damn Y/n that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Kaminari remarked while handing you your drink back. You hoped no one noticed how hard you were breathing and just sat back down in your seat, chugging the whole drink.

Jirou stood up and scrambled out of the room, soft excuses leaving her mouth as she ran. And you? You were embarrassed, shocked to the core. Had you gone too far?

“Is she okay?” You ask. You worried that she was completely uncomfortable with you giving her a lap dance. You no longer felt tipsy as everyone looked around. As if they knew something you didn’t.

“I’ll go check on her.” Kirishima was about to stand up when you motioned for him to sit down.

“It’s ok I’ll go. I need to apologize for what I did anyways.”

Arriving at a closed-door, you were about to knock when you heard her from inside.

You knocked on the door and asked her if you can come in, your sweating forehead pressed against the wood. Hearing some shuffling and footsteps, you waited patiently. Jirou opened the door a little and walked back to the bed, her head down, and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Damn, you definitely went too far. Pushing it, you walked inside, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room. You walked and sat next to her, your feelings feeling like a steaming mess as she won’t look at you.

“Hey.”

She didn’t reply. This was a terrible start.

“I-I wanted to…apologize for..you know.” You motioned to her lap, and her eyes finally locked on you.

She shrugged but said nothing, her fingers finding her earlobs, gently pushing the metal together.

“I should have asked if it was ok with you before I did anything.” When she nodded, you took the chance to get closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

Jirou’s breathing hitched, she was surprised by what you just did.

“I-I like you. I really, really, like you. And sometimes, I almost feel like a coward because I’ve liked you for so long now, but… I don’t know if you feel the same way.”

“Are… are you being serious right now?” Jirou asks, her voice low. Soft. Scared almost.

“I have no reason to lie.” You laugh, trying to mask your own insecurity.

What you didn’t expect, not once in a million years was for her lips to be over yours within seconds. Your eyes widening as you saw her eyes clutched closed as her lips pressed against yours. A shocked gasp escapes your lips as your eyes flutter closed, kissing her back as much as you could.

She breaks away, her face red, her breathing unstable as she shakes her head. “I really, really like you too, y/l/n.”

Your smile has returned full force as you bring her lips back towards yours. The kiss is sensual, her lips dragging over your own as she pushes towards you. Your back hits the mattress as she slides on top of you. Your chest heaving as the arousal and excitement from earlier makes its way back to you.

“D-Do…” You trail off as her soft lips press against your neck, and you arch into her body, overwhelmed. “Are you trying to fuck me in Kirishima’s guest bed?” You tease as her hands slip under your tank top.

“We’ll clean his sheets for him. Besides, they’re all hammered, they won’t notice unless you’re loud.” Jirou breathes against your skin, and you moan as her fingers make contact with your breasts.

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hazbin-to-hazbin-hotel · 4 years

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Many ways to pay...

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Husk x Reader *Smut/Lemon

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"There is more than one way to pay~"

That is a sentence Husk has heard multiple times. From multiple people, a bunch of entitled shits looking for a free drink and a fuck. He never usually indulged. He would just remind them they could pay later. They had a tab for a reason. But this time...

This time the tables had turned.

You were a cute one. And a regular at the bar. But you always forgot your purse.

The first time you came in he could tell you genuinely did. You seemed really panicked. Scrounging in your handbag looking for it, checking every pocket. You started to get slightly worked up so he stopped you and told you about the whole tab thing.

You sighed and nodded before finishing your drink and leaving.

But now he's starting to get suspicious.

You keep forgetting your purse and adding to your ever-expanding tab. You keep saying you'll pay next time, but you don't. He knows he's going to have to deal with this.

You walked into the bar. Your tight jeans hugging your thighs as the short shirt like dress you wore hung loosely over your shoulders. You set yourself down on the seat in front of Husk a huge smile decorating your face.

"What'll it be?" He asks his usual grumpy attitude showing.

"Strawberry Vodka, You alright? You seem a bit tense?" He glared at her making the atmosphere turn uncomfortably tense. "Darlin, I'm going to make this short. Your tab is overdue and you haven't paid for a single drink you ordered. So it's either you pay up or I'm gonna have to kick your pretty ass outta the bar."

You looked visibly nervous as you gulped and nodded leaning forward as not to draw attention.

"H-How much do I owe?" Husk gives you a look and hands you your tab. Your face pales as you look at the amount written on the bottom.

"$3-386.45" You whisper looking up at him waiting for him to laugh in your face, tell you it was a joke. It wasn't.

"So... Did ya forget your purse again?"

Your eyes widened. "Cause if that's the case your gonna have to pay by being my punching bag"

You shock your head and reached for your handbag and grabbed your purse placing it on the counter. Your breathing had gone shaky and you were starting to sweat.

Husk grabbed the purse and opened it the sound of it makes you wince. He takes out the money and counts it...

Wait.

"This isn't even enough to pay for a quarter of your tab!" He yells slamming the money on the counter.

You start to cry grabbing the attention of most of the customers. You look up at him with your tear-filled eyes making his gaze instantly softened and he took your hands in order to get your attention.

"I-I... I am. I don't have the best job. I hate it so fucking much. They barely pay me enough to pay rent..."

He gives you a sad look "Then why do you work there?"

"It-Its the only place that would hire me. I-I don't know why no one else would. But, I thought that if I continued to put money on the tab I would save enough to pay it." You said looking down. At the five-dollar notes that we're now crushed in his palm.

"Well, that was an awful idea." He said plainly.

You nod and look at him sadly. "You can beat my pretty ass now. I deserve it anyway."

Husk looked at the small smile on your face then directed his gaze to your cleavage, biting his lip as a dirty idea entered his mind. An idea he both loved and loathed.

He leaned closer to you and grabbed your hand then felt up your arm to your shoulder. Your eyes followed his hand as it went to your breast making gasp in surprise.

"You know hun" he tilted your chin up to look into his golden pupils.

"There is more than one way to pay~"

You give him a confused look before realising what he meant. You blushed crimson red and directed your gaze to the tab on the counter. Biting your lip you look at Husk and nod. I mean, it's either get your brains knocked out or fucked out. Might as well get them fucked out.

He smirks and grabs your hand dragging you to the back of the bar before pushing you up against the cold wall causing you to moan in pain. He mumbled an apology before leaning down to suck your collarbone.

"Husk~" you felt his smirk on your skin, "Moaning my name already, huh?"

You glared at him and pulled his face towards yours for a kiss. He grabbed the underside of your thighs and lifted you up off the ground then carried you to a crate still connected to your lips.

He placed you on the wooden surface then trailed kisses down from your lips to your breasts, using one of his clawed digits he ripped the front of your top grinning as your breasts spilled out in his hands.

"No bra?" He said smugly fondling the soft flesh of your breasts.

You moaned in response reaching out for his fluffy chest to feel him. The feeling of your fingers brushing through his fur made him let out a soft purr. His eyes widened in surprise at the noise that had escaped him.

He'd never done that before... At least not in front of another person.

"Husk?" Snapping out of his daze and directing his gaze back to you he saw that you had completely removed your top leaving you half bare to him.

Immediately getting back into the mood, he started to undo the buttons of your pants pulling them down and discarding them before going for his own.

"No" you whined, "let me."

You leaned upward and started to loosen his tight belt, once it was off his pants immediately dropped to the floor leaving him naked.

You gasped as his hard length was pressed against you sending small waves off pleasure through your lower regions. You squealed when he turned you over and moved your panties to the side sliding into you, moaning at the hot tight walls around his length.

"Time to pay your tab, baby~"

He pulled out halfway only to thrust back into you causing you to squeal. He repeated this process over and over again, thrusting into your wet pussy harder with each passing second.

"Man, don't overpay me, babe~" he teased.

Your tongue was hanging out slightly because of the pure white bliss building up inside you. Husks claws started to dig into your hips telling you he must be near his end too.

He speeds up as he climaxed, spilling his seed inside you. Though his pace slowed he still kept it hard.

He moved his hands up to your breasts squeezing them as he leaned down so his chest was pressing against your back. "Come, angel. I know you want to~."

You bit your lip as your gut clenched releasing all the tension that had built up in her gut over the past few minutes.

"Husk!~"

You fell forward, body weak from the amazing fuck you just got. Your focus was soon given to the demon behind you as he pulled out.

"Man, that was amazing." He said hands on your hips, giving a small giggle you placed your hands on the crate pushing yourself up "What are you doin'?"

"I thought we were done?" You explained, giving him a confused glance.

"Oh no babe, one round isn't nearly enough. And you know it" he stated huskily, making you horny all over again.

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Your tongue hung out as you bounced on his lap, over 8 rounds of sex, you don't know how you're still going. Your mind is fuzzy from the overstimulation and you feel like your going to faint.

"Come on, babe. Just a little more." Husk muttered, thrusting up into you faster to bring you to you both to your end. You felt the familiar feeling of the knot snap inside you as you came, whimpering as you did. Husk pushed you back on the bed using the last of his strength to thrust deep inside you, again filling you with his fluids.

After a short recovery, he placed you properly on the bed, covering you in the blankets. You reached out grabbing his hand.

"Thank you" You whispered, voice horse from your screaming.

He gave you a confused look, "What for? All I did was fuck you." He questioned, laying down beside you on the mattress. "I mean for not beating me senseless." You responded, cuddling up to him making him tense, not knowing what to do.

"Well, I did fuck you senseless." He stated smugly, regaining his confidence wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You chuckled and kissed his cheek before snuggling into his fluffy chest, drifting off.

He looked down at your sleeping form, you looked beautiful in the dim lights of hell. His claw begin to rub up and down your arm feeling it's softness.

He knew you would be leaving tomorrow, going back to your shitty afterlife. But, maybe...

You could stay with him.

He gets good enough money from the bars he works at to buy food for you both. Plus, you had the perfect way to pay rent~.

He glanced down at your sleeping form one last time before relaxing and dozing off himself.

Guess hell's not half bad.

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First smut/lemon! Hope you naughties enjoy, There is a major shortage of Husk fics out there, this guy needs more love! I love this one, and I hope you do too.

Stay Tuned!

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b-afterhours · 4 years

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Avenue of Sins (part nine)

SUMMARY: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.

WARNINGS: adult content, mature readers only.

if you’re seeing this for the first time you can read part one here and if you need to catch up on previous chapters go here.

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AUTHORS NOTE: i can’t thank you all enough for your incredible patience! i hope you enjoy this chapter. things will be concluded in the next coming sooner than later! ____________________

He was in his loft leaned back with his feet propped up on the corner of his desk stress smoking through his pack of Marlboro's. Bill had received Joey Russo’s page just before he went to bed. He was alone the night before which he didn’t like a first but later was grateful Alma had decided to sleep in her own bed while his head stewed with anxiety. Lighting his seventh cigarette, he pinched the phone’s receiver up, the dial tone sounding off as it hovered for only a moment before letting go of it. He was stalling, wasting time as the phone rest atop his desk taunting and mocking him. He knew time was ticking, the Russo’s were waiting for his phone call, they were getting as antsy as he was to get rid of Craig but they had the easy end of that deal.

Taking a deep lung burning puff of his cigarette as he slid his legs off the desk and reluctantly began to dial Joey Russo. It rang and rang, each piercing ring making his nerves shot right after the next.

“Joey?” He said after the line picked up but there was a moment of dead air and then all he could hear was the cacophony of trumpeting jazz, laughing girls, clinking glasses, and fast Italian conversation.

“Hey, hey!” The voice on the other end finally answered. “Give me a minute will ya? I gotta take this call in my office.”

There was no time to respond before he was put on hold. “Jesus fucking Christ…” he breathed as his leg bobbed nervously under his desk while he waited.

The phone finally picked up again. “Is this who I think it is?” Joey finally said his voice clearer than before.

“What? Are your fuckin’ wires tapped or something? Who else could I be?”

Joey chuckled. “Well, you never know? But I’ve been waiting on your call all day. I was getting worried you tucked your tail and left the city.”

“Anyway–”

“Anyway!” Joey said cutting him off. “I kept my part of the deal – a deal I didn’t have to make mind you – I expect you to keep yours.”

“Right… Could I ask, what happened?”

“Does it matter?”

“I’m just curious?”

“We sent her backpacking, how ‘bout we go with that? I think my cousin would like to see the scenery soon? Don’t you think it’s time? Get his backpack ready tonight.” Click.

Bill swallowed what little saliva he had left in his dry mouth and slowly set the receiver down on the telephone. For a moment his heart felt heavy for Blondie realizing what he really asked of his enemy and picturing her cold lifeless body, blue-lipped and alone in a remote area of some undisclosed forest upstate. The fact that she was no longer breathing because of him when all she wanted was to be seen by him and that was all he had to offer her in the end.

He produced a tiny, rainy-day bag of coke stashed in his desk as he thought on to his inevitable murder plot. Taking the switchblade from his back pocket which he bumped a tall pile of cocaine on the sharp tip of his blade four separate times until there was the only residue of white powder left in the little pink bag. Feeling that familiar tingle go up his neck, his heartbeat ramping up, he tore the bag open resting it residue side down on his tongue causing it to go numb instantly. He stood up, spitting out the used up coke bag from his mouth as he made his way to look out the loft windows and down to the strip floor.

Violet was working the stage floor shaking her bare tits in patron’s faces as they tossed a few bills her way. He scanned the room of belligerent, gawking men before landing his eyes toward the bar. Queenie, Raven, and Praline hustling back and forth behind the bar to get the patrons their respective favorite brands of whiskeys and beer. Everything seemed to be running as it always did. His eyes finally landed on Alma who was at the far end of the bar, leaning on her elbows and smoking a cigarette laughing to herself when she saw a gentleman in the club spill a drink in his lap. A pang ached in his heart, scared knowing that if he could do what he did to Blondie, could he do the same to Alma?

As he was watched in the back of his mind he was thinking about how much he wanted everyone out. To get Craig out of his club and finally, gone for good. He flicked his wrist up to check his watch, closing time was in a little over an hour. Bill spotted Craig coming from the stock room with a crate of fresh beer mugs. Before setting them down he whispered something to Alma in passing with a slick smirk on his face. She shrugged her shoulder away as if to shake away the words he had said to her. She backed away keeping a fair distance with a disgusted look on her face before angrily stamping out her cigarette. He watched as she tried busying herself with anything at the bar that could make it seem she was diligently working. Until she turned her head back towards Craig when it seemed he said something else to her. She got into his face then, her face scrunched in revulsion as she exchanged words back to him and then turned back around, her long black hair whipped passed Craig's face as she continued to wipe mugs.

“What... the fuck?” Bill said to himself as he stood there in his loft unable to make of what he saw. The whisper from Craig to the snapback from Alma towards him. Something about it didn’t sit right with him. He pulled another cigarette from his pack to keep his twitching jaw occupied and nodded to himself agreeing with the notion that something was going on. Alma wasn’t telling him something...

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Alma had been casually smoking at the bar trying to calm her nerves and amuse herself with the clumsy drunken antics with men in the club. However, it was Craig and having to practically avoid him the best she could whilst still being his boss was proving difficult as time went on. Especially when he whispered in her ear while she was non-suspecting of his presence at the moment he did it.

“God if only you could feel on my cock right now,” he said hot breath against her ear and all.

It sent a sickening creeping shiver down her spine. She stamped out her cigarette finding it just as unpleasant and wanting nothing more than to get a reasonable distance away from him that didn’t require a flight out the state of New York. She proceeded to pick up a dish rag wiping down already clean mugs as to not seem affected by his words and turned away from him.

He retorted back feeling he didn’t get the rise he wanted from her and said, “You heard me. I know how wet that pussy gets… I can still smell it on my fingers.”

Alma sighed through flared nostrils and turned her head back to him. She closed the gap between them with just a few steps, meeting that asshole smirk on his face and looked right up at him square in his hazel eyes.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut the fuck up! What the hell is wrong with you? Just, shut the fuck UP!” She said turning her head away from him once again flustered and embarrassed.

She went back to idly wiping a few mugs with her dishrag before throwing it down. She needed a breather and found herself in the graffiti’d women's bathroom with her back against the door. She dug in her lace bra for a pink baggie only to see that she forgot to replace it with a full bag earlier. She looked forward and sighed as she peered at what she could of herself in the mirror marred with various stickers and writing. In the mess of it near the center, was her name, not Alma but Echo, written in thick sharpie with a stylistic halo adorned devil horns on top. She had done it as a joke years ago when things seemed like everything was going up then. It was like nothing was going to settle her nerves until she remembered Craig was a marked dead man. She had been riddled with so much guilt about their encounter she nearly forgot that too.

She rolled her neck back and forth a few times and shook her arms off and decided to suck it up. Soon, Craig wouldn’t be a problem anymore and their secret tryst in the stock room would die with him. In the beginning, she had remembered feeling bad that he was destined for death but now she wished she could kill him herself.

Emerging from the bathroom she bumped right into Bill where the hall ended and meet the stairs to the loft.

“Oh, I just came down to look for you,” he said with an earnest smile.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Let’s go back up to the loft,” he said sliding his hands into his black trouser pockets.

Alma followed him up, she noticed a weird tense air about him when she shut the door behind them. He sat down on the couch and instead of sitting next to him she sat on the other couch opposite of him. Bill’s eyes flickered to towards her when he did so and she saw his usual pale green eyes were pitch black, he was high as hell, and if that wasn’t a give away the slight sniffle and rubbing of his nose would have.

“So, what’s up?” She asked crossing her knees and smoothing the skirt of her wine-colored halter top dress.

“Well, last night I got a page from Joey before bed.”

“Oh, shit...”

“Yeah, I had a chat with him a little bit ago and Blondie’s gone now-”

“Did, uh, they tell you what they did to her?”

“Not really? You know how Italian mobsters like their metaphors for shit. Joey said, ‘they sent her backpacking’. Whatever the fuck that means,” he scoffed. “Anyway, he wants my part of the deal done tonight.”

“T-tonight!” She said almost too relieved, happy even.

“Yup,” he sighed picking up a half-smoked cigarette from the ashtray sitting on the coffee table between them and lighting it. “Tonight…” he said taking a puff. “It’ll be after the bar closes and you can’t be here.” Alma opened her mouth to object but he quickly interjected before she could. “I swear Alma you can’t be here.”

“Bill, you can’t do it alone. I know you’re more than capable but what if-”

“What if what?”

“What if something happens to you?”

“I have a gun with fucking hollow points-”

“This isn’t a time to be cocky, Bill. You’ve never killed anyone before, shit can go left real fast before you even know it.”

“Christ sake...” he shook his head stamping out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Alma, I have to ask, what the ever-living fuck was that shitty interaction you had with Craig earlier?”

Alma sunk back in her seat, stunned he caught that. “What interaction?”

“I saw, with my own two eyes, him whispering something to you that you didn’t particularly like? Why the hell did he even get that close to you Alma?”

“He’s just being his shitty self. You know how he is!”

“I do. I remember the sick shit Kansas told me what he said to her. I just don’t understand why you even let him get that close. No! Actually how close you got when you were telling him off?”

Alma sat there speechless she couldn’t think of anything quick to say that would suffice as a good cover. But how her face fell and her unwillingness to look him in the eyes, he knew.

“Please,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please, come up with anything if you’re not willing to tell me the truth. Fucking lie to me, please!”

“Fuck you!” She said finally looking at him with glassy eyes.

“What?”

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” She said wiping a fresh tear that had escaped down her cheek. “A hypocritical asshole!”

“Are you serious right now?”

“How dare you even ask that? What do you want to know since you think you know every damn thing? You wanna know if I slept with him? Would you be happy to know that I didn’t but I let him eat me out? You don’t have the right to care anyway!”

“You’re right I don’t! You’re better than that. Craig fuckin’ Russo, Alma are you crazy!? You can have anyone eat your pussy but him?!”

“Well, maybe I don’t want just anyone?” Her voice cracked and she looked away embarrassed.

Bill swallowed, “Alma,” he said softly.

“Don’t ‘Alma’ me.” She looked at him, her eyes were angry as she ignored the tears that slipped down her cheeks. “You go and do everything you want, walk around like you have a big dick, and fuck whoever you want and I never say a single word about it.”

“You don’t say anything? Then what was it with Blondie, huh? I’m surprised you even asked what happened to her?”

“Fuck her and fuck you too!” She seethed.

“This is going nowhere.” He stood up prompting her to follow. “If you think I’m some cocky, hypocritical asshole then just go,” he said pointing at the door in front of them.

“I’m not leaving,” she said crossing her arms and standing her ground.

“You’re leaving, go home. Go back the shitty ol’ Strathburg for all I care.”

“Bill? Jesus Christ, are you listening to yourself, or are you too high to know what you’re saying right now?”

“It seems to me you feel I ruined your life. But you came here all on your own.”

“We promised each other-”

“We were kids Alma. Stupid kids.”

She shook her head. “I know what you’re doing… It’s not going to work. I know what you’re going to have to do but it’s not going to make me think differently of you.”

“That’s nice to know. But I don’t know how I feel about you right now.” Alma’s whole demeanor changed feeling the blow of that statement. “So are you going to leave on your own or should I have Theo show you out?”

“Don’t push me away like that. You wanted me to lie and I didn’t, now it’s your turn damn it! Quit fucking shafting me. Quit thinking you’re some heartless punk. Why don’t you just really say it?”

“Say what?”

“You know what I want you to say! If you say it I’ll leave,” she gestured. “I’ll go back to Strathburg fucking Missouri if you say it. Just don’t lie about it anymore. You’ve said it once already what’s so hard about saying it again?”

“Say what Alma?” He said becoming visibly frustrated.

“Say that you love me! I love you, damn it! Say it back!” He stood there his cheeks flushing as he looked away. “You wouldn’t be telling me to leave if you didn’t. You think you ruined my life, you didn’t. I came here to find you in filthy ass New York City because I love you! I can’t help that… This is it for me.”

“No, it’s NOT!” He screamed causing her to jump. “You have to go,” he said calmly but stern.

“I don’t want to...” she said with a quivering voice.

“Then Theo will have Rashad drive you home.”

He put his hand on her shoulder to lead her out but she shrugged him off before harshly pushing him away. “Don’t.”

She stomped down the stairs and took a left turn around the corner walking quickly down the hallway past the bathrooms and out the back door. When the heavy steel door slammed behind her she doubled over screaming loudly to nothing but a damp cold alleyway. Her life suddenly felt meaningless more so than when she left St. Louis for New York years ago. She had come for a new start but instead found herself digging deeper into a dark hole of self-destruction. All she got herself into was drug dealing in a strip club, a drug addiction, sore kidneys chasing down bad memories with alcohol, and the shittiest case of unrequited high school love in history. The sad part is even though Bill wouldn’t say he loved her. She hung on to the small fact that at least he hadn’t said that he didn’t love her at all...

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venactricisfics · 4 years

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Malibu Desert

Road Trip

Mayans based Story

Angst, fluff, language, and more

Master List

Chapter Three

The days drug on. I hadn't missed seeing someone in a long time. I actually missed the loud as fuck sound of his Harley echoing down the street.

It had been three days since he left for Vegas. It gave me time to wonder if he had found comfort in someone else's bed. I couldn't exactly be mad if he had. We weren't anything really.

The ringing of my cell brought me out of my thoughts.

"Hello?" I didn't recognize the number on the caller ID.

"Hey, it's EZ. Bish told me to call you."

"Why didn't he call himself?" I stare at the screen confused and a little irritated.

"Prez tells me to do something, " he responds, "I don't ask questions."

"It's ok, " I adjust my tone slightly. "What's up?"

"Creeper is coming up in the van with some additional cargo, " he says.

"That's great for Creeper, what's that gotta do with me?" My patience is running thin.

"Bish wants you to join us here. Says the club stuff is taking longer than he thought."

"Join you in Vegas?" I quirk my brow. "When?"

"Creeper is leaving in an hour, " EZ swallowed.

"An hour? I've got to be ready to go on a 300-mile trip in an hour?" I carry the phone with me to my walk-in closet and stare at the clothes. "How many days?"

"He didn't say."

"You are a fountain of information." I snap back. "Is Creeper picking me up or am I meeting him at the yard?"

"He'll pick you up, " EZ replied.

"Alright."

"So you're coming?"

I let out an exasperated sigh. My irritation overshadowed my desire to see Bishop, "Yeah, I'm coming." It wasn't as though I had plans. But Bishop didn't know that.

An hour later I hand my train case and overnight bag to Creeper to load in the van. "Do you have any details?" I ask as I climb in the passenger's seat.

"Sorry, mamá, I was just told to get you from here to there."

"I guess if I need anything else I can pick it up on the strip, " I smile, I missed shopping since I moved to Santro Padre. Not that I needed anything. I owned enough clothes that the spare room in my house doubled as an additional closet.

I glance back wondering what was in the crates but knowing it wasn't my place to ask. " How much longer till we're there?"

He glances at the GPS, "Little over an hour."

"Can we stop somewhere for a bit?" I ask. He gives me a look. “What I have to pee and freshen up.”

“Women,” he mutters with a chuckle. He exits the interstate and pulls into a truck stop parking lot.

“Thank you,” I grab my train case and head into the bathroom. A few minutes later I step out bladder empty and a little more put together. I meet Creeper at the van who’s filling the tank with gas.

“Does Bishop bring many women out on the road like this?” I hand the man a bottle of water.

“No,” he holsters the nozzle and takes the bottle from me, “never seen him do that before.”

“Interesting,” I respond then climb back in the passenger’s seat. I feel the color leave my face when I look in the side mirror.

“You ok, mamá?” Creeper glances over at me.

“Just get us the fuck outta here,” I breathe as the truck stop fades into the distance. When the van pulls to a stop behind a row of Harleys I turn to Creeper, “Will you keep my little freak out moment to yourself?”

“No problem,” he said with a crooked smile. I take a final look at myself in the visor mirror then pull the pen from my hair and let my copper curls fall down my back. Then reach down and fasten the strappy heels. I swing open the door and EZ catches my hand and helps me down. I find my footing.

“Sorry I yelled at you on the phone,” I said.

He gives me a half-grin, “No worries.” I glance around my smile fades slightly, “Where is Bishop?”

“Inside finishing up with the kings,” he responds. I breathe through my feelings. He wanted me here. He wouldn’t have broken all kinds of the protocol to drive me over 300 miles just to fuck with my head“Alright,” I simply said. I leave EZ to help Creeper unload the van heading into the private cassino. This was a lesson I had to learn. Patch before pussy. And I hadn’t even provided that.

I’m welcomed by warm lights and the chimes of the slot machines. I scan the room looking for a familiar face.

"Well if it isn't Malibu Barbie, " Angel's voice echoes behind me, a smug grin on his face.

I give him a matching smile. "What have I done to see your face again, cabrón?"

"Look at you, güera learning Spanish, " he chuckles.

"The vale between love and hate is extremely thin, " I cock my head to the side, "I guess you don't know why I'm here either?"

"Just that your shit needs to be taken to Bish's room when you got here, " he said. "Surprised you only brought one bag. Don't you white girls overpack?"

"Sorry to disappoint. I don't have a purse dog and I hate Uggs. But I will drink you under the table on Pumpkin Spice Lattes, " I give him a wink. I walk with him to the bar, "I'm not hanging with Bishop because I'm looking for a little Mexican flavor or whatever you're thinking. I like him." The thought of him brings a genuine smile to my lips, "I like him a lot."

“I’m disappointed. Thought for sure you’d have a little rat dog,” he smiles, his gaze fixes past my shoulder.

“I’d rather have a dog that can eat a guy’s face off than nip at his ankles,” I take in his face seeing that he is not paying attention to what I’m saying, “Am I not dazzling you with my company?”

“Yeah,” he looks back down at me, “what?”

“Go,” I follow his eyes, seeing a girl in at a tight barely-there dress, “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” he asks. “Bish should be here soon.”

“Give me ten bucks,” I climb up on a barstool.

“Qué?” he quirked a brow.

“Open your wallet and give me a ten,” I respond, “I need a drink and have no cash.”

He opens his wallet and thumbs through the bill, “I only got a twenty.” I hold out my hand, “She’s getting away, Angel.”

He slaps the bill in my palm and rushes off. I order a White Russian from the bartender and sip it slowly. Glancing around the room and on my phone, Bishop wasn’t here yet. I road all this way to sit at a bar waiting. I could be waiting at home in my yoga pants and slippers. I slurp the last of my drink from my glass. I feel the warmth of a hand on my lower back. I lift my eyes finding someone, not Bishop leaning moving dangerously close to my comfort bubble.

His breath stank of cheap beer and cigarettes when he spoke, “Get you another drink, sweetheart?”

“No thanks, I’m waiting for someone,” I try to shrug him off but his grip on my waist grew tighter.

“Just one drink,” he moves in closer even as I push against him. I glance up the bartender was helping a couple who just sat at the other end of the bar.

“I said no,” my voice firm and louder, “please get your hands off me.” He moves his hand to grip my thigh. So tight I knew there would be marks later. I push against him, not making much headway. In an instant, a fist collides with his face. Knocking him on his ass.

“She said no,” Bishop’s voice unmistakable, the fury in his eyes burned differently than I’d seen before. He relaxes his clenched fist and holds his hand out to help me down from the stool, “Where’s Angel?”

“He went to take a piss I guess,” I didn’t want to rat him out and lose any of the ground I’d gained with him.

“You don’t have to cover for him, sweetheart,” his voice still stern. I lace my fingers with his. “I don’t need a babysitter.” He motions to the guy that was pulling himself off the floor, “You don’t?”

“Not counting him. He’s an anomaly. And I was handling it. Sort of,” I tuck myself into his side, “I just need you.” The words felt cheesy coming out of my mouth. But they were true. I hadn’t felt as safe in my whole life as I had in the last few weeks I’d spent with Bishop.

"I didn't like seeing that puta's hands on you, " he leads me further in the casino. "Sorry I wasn't here when you got here." He scans me over, taking in my appearance. My top hinted just enough cleavage and my jeans cling to my hips like a second skin. "Real sorry, " his eyes return to mine.

"Next time you want to see me you can call me yourself. I know club shit is a priority. But I don't like making sketch plans via your prospect."

"That wasn't the way I wanted it to happen, " he responds, "meetings with the kings took longer than I wanted." Bishop's hand rested on my neck pulling me closer. His lips were on mine. The noise and smells of the casino fade completely all I can sense is the feel of his lips on mine, the way his hand feels on my neck. The thickness of the leather beneath my palms as I rest them on his chest. "Come on I need to entertain them a little longer but I wanted you with me."

"Uh-huh, " the oxygen hadn't returned to my brain yet. I lace my fingers through his and walk with him to a round booth. Hank stands, pecks my cheek then motions for me to slide in the booth. I give Taza a wave across the table. Two other men, both wearing ‘El Presidente’ patches filled out the rest of the table.

The Mayan Kings.

I slide in the booth painting on a smile, “Evening.” I was strangely comfortable with this group of men that likely had several kills under their belt. The princess girls I went to school with would cast their nose down at them. But after everything, I’d rather be with these ‘dangerous’ men than the dudes and bros that turned into the man I was supposed to like. I was safer with Bishop and his Mayans than I’d ever been.

I sipped my cocktail, careful not to overindulge, listening to they catch up. Bishop’s hand rested possessively on my thigh. I stifle a yawn and leaned over my lips dancing over his ear, speaking soft, “I can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Tired, Hermosa?” he asked.

“It was a long trip and I’d just come off a long shift,” I answer with another yawn, playing the game. “But it was worth it.”

“Come on,” he slides out of the booth and takes my hand, addressing the table. “Good night.”

I’d always known I was pretty. Copper curls hang loosely around my face-framing my delicate features. Full lips, blue eyes accented with fluttery lashes. Pretty. But when Bishop looked at me I felt beautiful, sexy, a goddess.

“You know I’m not exactly tired,” I tuck my hand in the crook of his arm as he leads me from the elevator and we stop in front of the hotel door. The light on the key slot turned from red to green and he pushes the door open.

“Good,” he holds the door open as I step over the threshold. The room was massive. The floor to ceiling windows gives a view of the bright lights of the Vegas strip. He slips his arm around my waist pulling me close, I lean back into his chest, his warmth wraps around me like a fur. My eyes close when his stubble tickles the sensitive skin on my neck.

“I missed you,” I let out a soft moan as his tongue and lips move over my skin. I turn toward him, my lips finding his. The kiss fueled a fire throughout my body. I step back catching my breath.

“I missed you too,” he runs his thumb over my lip, “you hungry?” I shake my head, “No. But I do need a minute. OK?”

“Take your time,” he pecks my lips again. I grab the train case that EZ left by the door and take it with me to the bathroom. I smile hearing him mutter, “Damn.”

I check my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t have time to apply a new layer of makeup. So I pinch my cheeks and apply some gloss.

“You ok in there?” Bishop calls from the other side of the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call back. I pull my clothes off quickly and take a look at myself, glad I chose to wear good underwear today. Hot pink lace boyshorts with a matching bra. I lotion my legs satisfied they were smooth then adjust my boobs. I draw in another breath. I’m ready, I want this more than anything.

I swing open the bathroom door, I lean against the frame, feeling my confidence falter until I see his eyes over me like a starving man and I was his next meal. “I promise I won’t pass out this time,” I take a few steps closer to him. I hadn’t been nervous about sex with someone in a long time. But I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for him to speak. To move, to do something.

He closes the gap between us in two strides, his hands cup my face and his lips crash on mine. I hold onto his sides as he walks me through the room to the bed. He shrugs out of his kutte and drapes it over the chair as I sit on the bed looking up at him. My fingers tremble as I tug at his belt and unbutton his pants. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches me slip my hands inside. I bite my lip, he’s thick. And getting thicker as I stroke him. His calloused hand slips under the lace of my bra. His fingers working my nipple to a hardened peak as I free him from his jeans.

“Not yet, baby,” he leans down pressing his lips to mine. We work our way backward on the bed until he’s over me. Consuming me with the heat of his body. His lips move over my jaw and down my neck, kissing my chest then the tops of my breasts. I moan when his lips circle my nipple through the lace while his other hand toys with the other. Slowly he moves his lips lower and hooks his fingers in my panties. I lift my hips and let him pull them down.

The man I’d known in the past, the one I’d run away from, he never did this before. The sensation was new. Exciting. Bishop’s tongue swirled slowly around my clit and I cried out as the sparks start to shoot through my body. He licked and sucked my pussy slowly as though he were savoring the taste of me. My fingers coil into the sheets as he slipped a finger inside me and then a second. He pumped in choreographed rhythm with flicks of his tongue on my clit. The pressure inside me built, my thighs tremble, as I feel the dam about to break. “Bishop...I…” my words barely coherent as I felt the crash, I couldn’t stop it. He slowed his movements not stopping, dragging out my orgasm as I shuddered under his touch. I feel my cheeks flush as he looks up at me. Smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he moves back up my body.

“I knew you’d taste good,” his lips glisten with my juices. I hide my face behind my hands. He moves them, “Too late to be embarrassed, querida.”

“Sorry,” I bite my lip, “I’ve never come like that before.”

Bishop’s hand cups my face and turns me to meet his gaze, “That is a fucking shame. I plan on tasting you as often as you’ll let me.” He presses his lips to mine as I nodded my agreement to his plan. I move my hands to his chest fingers tug on the buttons and I push the fabric down his arms. His free hand moves to my back to unhook my bra then moves to cup my breast.

My hands move over the topography of his now bare chest down his abs and slide in his pants, “Take your pants off.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles into the kiss and raises up to push his pants the rest of the way off after pulling a condom from his wallet. I bring his face back to mine, joining my lips to his again. I let my hand move lower again, finding him thick and hard pressing against my thigh. He groans against my mouth when my fingers curl around him. Fingers trace long and slow up and down his cock. He pushes me to my back and raises up again to roll the condom down his length.

I moan softly as he traces the tip of his member along my slit. “Ready?” I nod. I was ready as I’d ever been. And I wanted him. At this moment I wanted to feel him more than my next breath. His hand grips my thigh as he slides inside me. Inch by satisfying inch stretching me to accommodate him. “Fuck,” he mutters and pops his hips again. My leg hooks high on his hips letting him sink deeper. He moves slow and deep. I feel a surge building inside me again. I grip tight to him, my walls flutter around his cock. “That’s it, querida,” his grip tightens on my thigh, “let go.” At his words, I stop holding back and an uncontrollable tingling sensation radiates through my body.

Bishop’s movements become more erratic as he chases his own release. I move to meet his thrusts as I ride out my orgasm. With a few more thrusts I feel his cock twitch and he groans into my neck at his release. His lips find mine as he comes down from his high. He rolls off of me and pulls me to his chest. I rest my head on his chest, listening as his heart thumps. He combs his fingers lightly through my hair and we lay in each other’s arms.

"I'm glad we waited," I look up at him, "Hot dirty drunk sex would have been fun. But this was better than I thought it could be."

"Yeah, it was," he pecks my forehead and slides from the bed, "wait here." I frown losing the warmth of his closeness. I wanted to ask questions. But I didn't want to be that girl. The one that doesn't know her place and reads things that just aren't there.

Though the sounds from the other room did catch my attention, "Bishop?"

I could hear voices but couldn't tell exactly who the other voice was. Probably one of his guys. I grab Bishop's discarded shirt and slip it on, it still smelled of his favorite cigar and cologne, "If you have to go out again with club stuff you seriously have to make it up to me again when you get back." I roll the sleeves up slightly

While walking.

"Stay back there," Bishop calls. It was too late. I feared this would happen since the day I left Malibu. His eyes were cold as he pressed the barrel of his pistol into the back of Bishop's head.

"Why are you here?"

#Mayans #Mayans MC #Bishop Losa #Bishop losa x OC #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa smut #sons of anarchy #soa #smut

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octothorpetopus · 5 years

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Dancing In The Dark

minnesotamemelord on AO3

"Mom, I swear to god." Eddie waved away his mother's hands, which were fiddling with Eddie's bow tie for the thirteenth time that evening (he counted).

"Fine, fine. Just trying to be helpful." Sonia Kaspbrak stepped back to look at her son. "Oh, my beautiful boy. You look just like your dad." She wrapped him in a hug so tight his vision went dark around the edges.

"Come on, Mom, Bill's gonna be here any minute." Eddie pulled out of his mother's arms and straightened his jacket. He looked good. Real good. For who he was trying to look good for, he couldn't have said, but he was trying nonetheless. His mother moved to brush a lock of hair off his forehead when the doorbell rang mercifully. Eddie kissed her quickly on the cheek and sprinted away before she could make any more adjustments. He slammed the screen door behind him and smiled admiringly up at Bill, who was shifting from foot to foot nervously on his front stoop. "C'mon, let's go before my mom tries to rope us into taking pictures." Bill gave him a look of mock horror and followed Eddie to the Jeep in the driveway. Eddie had mowed lawns and walked dogs for months to afford it, and he took care of it with the diligence of a mother taking care of a child. Bill slipped into the immaculate passenger seat.

“H-h-how’re we going to f-fit e-e-everyone?” Eddie’s car was a five-seater, which was not going to work for the six remaining members of the Losers Club. Luckily, he had thought of that.

“Stan’s getting Ben and Mike. We’ve just gotta get Richie.” Bill grinned as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Let’s go g-get Trashmouth, th-then.”

Richie lived close enough to the high school that he could have walked if he wanted, but he insisted that there was no ‘style’ in walking to prom. Eddie countered that a beige Jeep was not particularly stylish either, to which Richie responded that Eddie’s mom’s beige Jeep was stylish, which left Eddie more confused than insulted. Eddie jogged up the front steps to the Tozier residence and rang the doorbell, which was one of the ones that chimes like church bells when you ring it instead of a simple ding-dong. Muffled voices grew louder as a formless blob approached the door, barely visible through the frosted glass windows, and then the front door was thrown open. Eddie almost fell down the steps, and would have, if Richie hadn’t grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside. The reason for his sudden bout of vertigo was, of course, Richie. Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier had, seemingly overnight, become hot. Really hot. Not that Eddie was attracted to him in any way, but… objectively. Hot with a capital H. His hair, which was usually a mess (Eddie had once picked a leaf out of it), was slicked back carefully, and for the first time in all the years they had known each other, Eddie could see all of Richie’s face. He was wearing what was presumably his father’s suit, but it fit him perfectly. What Eddie might have described once as lanky had transformed into a sort of lithe grace. The only thing that told him that this was, in fact, the Richie Tozier he knew was his glasses, held together with more adhesive tape than actual screws.

“Come on, Eds, my mom wants pictures.” Eddie dug his heels into the carpet, grinding Richie’s purposeful march to a halt.

“Bill’s waiting in the car, and-”

“Just one picture?” Richie fixed Eddie with a kicked puppy gaze. Eddie couldn’t say no. For some reason, he’d never been able to say no to Richie.

“Fine. One.” Richie pulled him into the living room, where Maggie and Wentworth stood, a Polaroid camera in Maggie’s perfectly manicured hands.

“Hurry up, Ma,” Richie whined as he slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, fixing the camera with an easy smile. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too. Richie was like that, totally infectious in everything he did. It didn’t matter if his jokes weren’t funny, you laughed anyway because he was laughing. You smiled when he smiled, and when he was happy, it was like sunlight flooded the room even if there were no windows or it was nighttime. The film came out of the camera with a soft whrrrrr, and Richie snatched it before it had a chance to develop.

“Thanks, mom. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Be good, Richie,” she warned, but grinned when he kissed her cheek. Wentworth clapped his son on the shoulder and smiled too, the same wide and easy smile as Richie’s. Richie steered Eddie back towards the front door, and they exited into the cool May night.

"Aw, come on, I gotta sit in the back?" Richie complained, but it was superficial. Richie always rode in the back of the car, or on the back of Eddie's bike when they rode double.

"I-i-it's just for a f-few m-minutes." Bill greeted Eddie with a high-five.

"We meeting Haystack and the others there?"

"Yeah. Ben's mom wanted to take pictures even more badly than yours did."

"Y-you guys t-t-took pictures w-w-without me?"

"Be glad you avoided it," Richie reassured Bill. "We'll get pictures when we get there." Bill flipped on the radio. Queen sang "You're My Best Friend", and Richie crooned along. As with everything else, it wasn't long before Eddie's wobbling voice joined him, followed by Bill, who never stuttered when he sang and in fact had a very nice voice.

Derry High School looked mostly like it always did, short of the hand-painted banner hanging over the gym doors that said A NIGHT IN PARIS. The only thing that could've told you that it was supposed to be Paris was a seven-foot Eiffel Tower in front of the photographer and the pink tissue paper over the fluorescent lights, casting a rosy glow into the gym. It was, in a word, underwhelming, but Eddie still shivered in anticipation. He'd had both dreams and nightmares about tonight, but now he was here. There was no more fighting and no more hiding to be had.

"Not bad," came a voice from behind them. Richie, Eddie, and Bill spun around to see Stan, Mike, and Ben behind them. Mike was the one who had spoken, and he looked fly as hell. They all did. Ben had already begun to lose weight, and although he was not yet the Adonis he would one day become, he looked happier. More confident. Eddie was proud of him. He was proud of all of them for making it this far.

"Who's ready to paaaaaarty!?" Richie cried in his Movie Announcer Voice.

"Beep-beep, Richie," Stan said, rolling his eyes.

"You beep-beep, Stan, it's prom. It's time to fuckin' party." And then Richie took off into the fray, leaving the rest of the Losers to try to catch up with him. They found him by the snack table, downing a plastic cup full of orange, vaguely opaque punch.

"Richie, that's almost definitely spiked."

"Yeah, Eds, and so what?" Richie refilled his glass. "Drink up, boys, for tonight, we rise!" Drinks were passed around. Everyone except Eddie and Bill took one.

"Someone's gotta be there to drive your drunk asses home," Eddie said when Richie asked him why he was being a pussy. Richie rolled his eyes and punched Eddie's arm.

"Lame."

"Responsible."

"Same thing."

"I can have plenty of fun without getting wasted, Richie."

"Yeah, but you can have even more fun if you do." Richie waggled his eyebrows suggestively, although what exactly he was suggesting wasn't immediately clear to anyone.

"Enough, Rich, just do what you want." Richie's shoulders sagged.

"Fine. Sorry."

"It's fine. Are we dancing or not?" Richie brightened at the mention of dancing. He was a deeply atrocious dancer, not that Eddie was much better, but he loved it in such a way that no amount of insults or protests could get him to stop once he started. Richie grabbed Eddie's arm in one hand and Ben's in his other, and dragged them towards the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the gym. He began to twist and bounce in a way that someone who had never witnessed Richie's dance moves might have thought he was having a seizure. Eddie swayed from side to side, occasionally moving his arms. Mike shook his head as he looked at them and the other three, none of whom were doing particularly well either.

"White people," he muttered. The band played one upbeat track after another, and the night faded into a blur of neon lights. At one point, Richie took Eddie by the hands and pulled him into a quick and messy two-step.

"You gotta loosen up, Eddie-Spaghetti!"

"I hate it when you call me that."

"No, you don't." No, he didn't.

Still, it was prom, and most people who go to prom bring dates, so it wasn't long before the band played a slow song, specifically dedicated to all the lovebirds out there. The losers eyed each other for a moment, then broke down laughing, hardly able to drag themselves to a table in the corner.

"I need a smoke break." Richie pushed himself away from the table and patted his pocket, where he had presumably smuggled a carton of cigarettes. "Anyone care to join me?" His eyes flicked momentarily towards Eddie, although Eddie couldn't have smoked even if he wanted to.

"None of us smoke, Richie, why would we-"

"Sure. Why not? I've got nothing better to do." Eddie stood up, interrupting Ben.

"Cool. Cool." Richie smiled that little enigmatic smile of his, and he and Eddie left the gym, finding a place to sit outside the school's loading dock. Richie sat on a stack of crates and clumsily lit a cigarette. He turned his head up to the sky and blew out a long stream of smoke, almost silver against the black night sky. Eddie didn’t particularly like being around other people who were smoking, but when Richie did it... god, he was beautiful.

“So... is prom everything you thought it would be?” Richie asked, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between them.

”Let’s see. All my friends getting drunk? Check. Half-assed decorations? Check. The same ten songs on constant repeat? Check. Yeah, pretty much.” Richie chuckled.

”Prom’s not for people like us, y’know?”

”People like us?”

”Losers.” Richie didn’t mean it as an insult, it was what they called themselves, but it hurt nonetheless. “It’s for the shiny crowd, the people with the perfect hair and the perfect grades. The kids that are going to be presidents and movie stars. We’re not shiny like that, Eddie.” And then Richie smiled, but it was almost sad. “But who needs diamonds when you’ve got steel? That’s you and me, Eds. We’re not the coolest or the most interesting, but we’re tough. And that’s cool too.” Eddie was quiet for a moment.

”I mean, diamonds are the strongest substance in the world, but-“

”You’re ruining my metaphor.”

”-but I get the point you’re making. And honestly, I have to say, that was kinda poetic for a boy whose nickname is Trashmouth.”

"Beep-beep, Eds." Eddie sighed.

"Yeah. I know. And you're right. But..." Richie's head perked up. "What if we could make it for people like us?" Richie narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell do you mean?" Eddie leaned over and whispered in Richie's ear so quietly Richie hardly caught it. "Are you serious?" Eddie nodded, his eyes wide with excitement.

"You in?" Richie considered for a moment, then dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Hell yeah. Let's do it."

Back in the gym, the music was once again pumping. Their friends had disappeared from the table, with no evidence that they'd been there except Mike's suit coat draped over the back of a chair and a pile of crumbs where Ben had been sitting. Richie and Eddie shared another look and burst out laughing.

"Come on! We gotta go!" Richie hissed, and took Eddie by the hand, pulling him for something like the fifth time along behind him. They ran through the gym, laughing like maniacs, their legs pumping like the end of the world, until Richie tripped and took Eddie down with him. They hit the floor hard, and Eddie felt the arm he'd broken once upon a time twinge underneath his body. He used his other arm to push himself up, and his heart stopped when he saw Henry Bowers bearing down on them, accompanied by two of his new goons (the old ones were either dead or had graduated- having been held back a year had not been good to Henry Bowers).

"Going somewhere, faggots?" He snickered loudly as Richie brushed himself off and got to his feet.

"Fuck off, Bowers. Just for one night." He offered a hand to Eddie, which he took gratefully.

"You going to find a place to fuck?" Richie's jaw clenched, but he held his tongue. Eddie was also grateful for that.

"Just leave us alone, would you?" Eddie pleaded, but Bowers ignored him.

"So is Wheezy your boyfriend now, Trashmouth?" They were loud now, and more and more people were turning to look at them. Not, unfortunately, any of the chaperones, who seemed more focused on people from literally having sex on the dance floor. "You suck his dick? Huh? Or is he more the submissive type?" Richie was growing angrier by the minute. Eddie wasn't sure he'd ever seen Richie more pissed off in his life.

"Shut your mouth, Bowers."

"Or what? Actually, maybe I should. I don't want you getting the wrong idea." Now he was right in Richie's face. "Some of us don't swing that way, Trashmouth. But I'll tell you what- I'll be quiet if your boyfriend here," he said, acknowledging Eddie for the first time, "admits that he's a queer." And that was when Richie punched Henry Bowers. They were in close quarters, so it wasn't a particularly good punch, but it shocked the hell out of Bowers so bad that he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his nose, which Richie had managed to make bleed.

"Oh, you're dead, Tozier. DEAD!" He screeched and lunged at Richie, nailing three rapid-fire hits to Richie's left cheekbone. His father's class ring, which he had taken after killing him, left deep cuts in the freckled skin of Richie's face. He had Richie by the collar now, and was winding up for an apocalyptic uppercut when Mrs. Davies, one of the chaperones and Eddie's new personal hero, took notice of the fight.

"Mr. Bowers!" She bellowed, storming towards the crowd that had gathered around them. "Unless you want to be held back again, you will put him down!" Henry looked back and forth between Mrs. Davies and Richie, whose bleeding face was already beginning to bruise. Finally, he released Richie with a sneer, shoving him to the ground and retreating out the front doors of the gym, trailed by his thugs.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy-" Eddie knelt next to Richie and held his face in his hands. "Motherfucker. We gotta get you fixed up, and the next time I see Henry Bowers, I swear to god I'll-

"Shut the fuck up, Eddie. Let's get out of here." Richie got to his feet, and he and Eddie pushed through the people, ignoring the quizzical stares and curious glances their friends and strangers alike gave them.

The nurse's office was next door to the gym. Richie tried the door handle. Locked. He turned to leave, but Eddie stopped him, fumbling in his pocket for something.

"A-ha!" He exclaimed, and pulled out his key ring. He tried a couple different ones, to no avail. Finally, he found a key that fit in the lock and turned it. Richie heard the soft thunk of the lock sliding into place.

"You have your own key to the nurse's office?" Eddie shrugged.

"I get sick a lot. Eventually, the nurse just decided that I should be able to get in on my own so she wouldn't have to come every time I came in. Which was a lot. Also, my mom kinda demanded it."

"That checks out." Eddie hit the lights and Richie took a seat on one of the counters.

"So, what the hell was that about?" Eddie asked as he dug through the cabinets, collecting supplies.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Bowers has basically called us queers every day for the last ten years. So why'd you pick today to punch him and get the hell beaten out of you?"

"Why? Do you think I shouldn't have?"

"I mean, it was very badass, I'll give you that. Up until the bit where he almost killed you."

"You're exaggerating, Eds."

"Don't call me that." Eddie sat down on the swiveling stool in front of Richie and poured some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball. "This is gonna hurt." He dabbed gently at the series of cuts on Richie's cheek. Richie's knuckles went white as he clutched the counter, but he didn't so much as whimper. "I just don't get it."

"I don't know, Eddie, I'm drunk, he was being a douchebag, I decided to be a moron. Isn't that what always happens?" Eddie didn't respond as he pressed a few butterfly bandages onto the wound. "He went after you." Richie said softly.

"Huh?"

"He went after you. I was cool until he started picking on you."

"Richie, Henry Bowers has called me a queer and a faggot and every other name in the book almost every day since he learned those words. I don't get why that upset you so much."

"I mean, are... are you? Queer, I mean?" Eddie studied Richie silently. He was being serious, for sure, but Eddie had never been asked that question before. Not even by Bowers.

"Does it matter?" He asked after what seemed like hours. "Would you still be my friend?" Richie smiled, a different kind of smile than Eddie had ever seen. It wasn't sad, but it was sincere. And there was something else in it, something Eddie had only seen almost five years previous, in the way Ben had looked at Beverly.

"I'll never stop being your friend, Eddie." Richie's voice cracked, but his eyes were clear as he took Eddie's hand and squeezed, a gesture that was familiar among the group of friends that had become a family.

"Good." Eddie held up an towel filled with ice from the freezer. "Hold this on your face. It'll keep the swelling down." He hadn't, at any point, actually answered the question.

An hour later, the two of them returned to the gym. Bowers was gone, and most everyone had gone back to dancing like nothing had happened. Eddie noticed a few drops of Richie's- or maybe it was Henry's- blood on the gym floor. Their friends were sitting dejectedly around the table in the back corner, but they all sat up when they saw Richie and Eddie approaching.

"Are you okay?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, fine. What are you losers doing?" Richie was back to his usual self, Eddie noted.

"I mean, you getting the shit beaten out of yourself kind of dampened the mood," Stan said in his usual deadpan tone.

"Lame. I'm fine, guys." Still, Richie sat. Eddie took the seat next to him, and they all sat in gloomy silence.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Mrs. Davies's voice carried over the band, which went out with a jerk. Little by little, a silence settled over the assembled students. "I have here in my hand-" she gestured with a manila envelope covered in glitter, "-the results of your votes for prom queen and king!" A cheer went up, then the room was silent again. Mrs. Davies cleared her throat. "Your Derry High School prom king and queen are... Greta Keene..." Greta tossed her hair over her shoulder as she smiled and waved from the stage. Mrs. Davies placed a delicate plastic tiara on her head. "And..." she looked at the paper quizzically, but seemed to decide that it was legitimate. "...Bill Denbrough." It was so quiet in the room you could hear a pin drop. Literally. A pin dropped off Mrs. Davies's dress and it was fully audible. Then Ben started clapping, loudly and enthusiastically, his pudgy hands creating a sound that was almost deafening in the gym. And then Stan joined him, and Mike, and Richie, and Eddie. Ben rose hesitantly to his feet, but fueled by the cheers of his friends (and only his friends, everyone else stood in stunned silence), he approached the stage and allowed Mrs. Davies to place the crown haphazardly on his head. He smiled awkwardly for a moment, then jumped down and hurried back to where his friends were still cheering.

"What j-just happened?" He asked, more confused than anything.

"What do you mean?" Richie asked, and took a conspicuous sip of his drink. "Nothing happened. Eddie and I certainly didn't break into the ballot box and switch the votes." He and Eddie shared a furtive glance.

"Are you serious? Do you know how much trouble you could get in?" Stan asked, but he was grinning.

"Y-you guys are th-th-the best."

"No shit. Now, can we get back to dancing, please? I'm getting a little bored, and Mr. Prom King over here oughta show his face on the dance floor at least once."

The rest of the dance passed in a blur of moments so odd, Eddie thought maybe he'd dreamed them. Stan rode on top of Ben's shoulders and poured drinks into his mouth from nearly three feet away without spilling a drop. Richie stole Bill's crown and spoke in a cockney accent for several minutes. He and Mike ended up in the DJ booth, and Eddie had to say that he looked right at home. However, like all parties of its kind, it burned out around eleven, and the Losers said their goodbyes. Bill, being the only other sober person there, offered to take Stan, Mike, and Ben home, if Stan would let him sleep on his couch, which he would. That just left Eddie and Richie. Eddie felt oddly apprehensive about driving Richie home, although he'd done it a hundred times.

"You're really quiet," Richie said, about a minute in, his words not fully slurred, but still obvious that he was far from sober.

"Just tired." Eddie never moved his eyes from the road.

"Is this about what I asked you earlier? Because I was stupid and wasted and I think Bowers gave me brain damage."

"Don't joke about that."

"Look, don't worry about it, Eds."

"Don't call me that!"

"Fine, fine." Richie slumped down in his seat and pouted. "We did the right thing with Bill, right?" Eddie considered momentarily.

"Yeah, I think we did. I think we proved that it's not just shiny people who can have fun at prom."

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Eddie flipped on the radio. Richie sang along, even less in tune than he had been earlier.

"Workin' on our night moves... trying to lose the..." he trailed off as he forgot the words.

"Awkward teenage blues," Eddie finished, his voice high and clear.

"Yeah. That's it." Eddie pulled into Richie's driveway. The house was dark. "You know, your mom'll kill you if she finds out you got drunk." Richie didn't respond, and when Eddie turned to look at him, he leaned forward and kissed Eddie. It wasn't a good kiss. It was sloppy and drunk and Richie's lips tasted like smoke and booze and sweat. But even so, Eddie didn't break the kiss. He didn't lean into it, either, but he didn't move to stop it. "Uh... sorry." Richie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was dumb." He cracked a smile, but Eddie just stared at him, dumbfounded. "Really fucking stupid."

"No." It took Eddie a moment to realize that it was himself that had spoken. "Not stupid."

"Not... stupid?"

"Well... maybe a little." Richie smiled for real now.

"I'll see you, Eddie." Richie unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door.

"Wait!" Eddie grabbed Richie's arm. "Do you... maybe... want to... dance?" Richie stared at him.

"Yeah. That sound nice." Eddie cranked the radio louder. It was Springsteen's "If I Should Fall Behind". Eddie took one of Richie's hands in his, and ever so softly placed the other one on Richie's shoulder. Richie's other hand slid around the small of his back. They swayed awkwardly in the headlights, their feet scuffling on the concrete of Richie's driveway, Bill's crown still glinting on Richie's head. When the song was finished, Eddie kissed Richie's cheek and got back in the car. He drove home and went to bed, and they never spoke of that night again. But years later, when Richie and Derry and senior prom were long forgotten, whenever Eddie heard Springsteen's voice singing that song, he felt a twinge in his arm that had been broken once upon a time, and he had a vague and blurry memory of a dance and a clear, starry sky.

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hellyeahrpmemes · 5 years

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※ SHIT I HEARD AT COLLEGE: YEAR III ※

the thrilling saga of shit i’ve heard at college continues; these are all from my first semester of junior year. feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! more ‘shit i heard/said’ starters!

"Bippity-bop, is that the name of a song?"

"I'd like to die in Spain, in my lover's arms. Or just not be murdered, that'd be cool too."

"You've gotta hydrate before you die-drate."

"We are going to steal Niagara Falls."

"Roundabouts are my bitch."

"Being confused with a freshman isn't the worst thing to be confused with. Better than being confused with a serial killer."

"It was when I was three and almost burned down the house."

"Is that in the interview? How's your immune system?"

"The devil's weakness is shrubbery."

"I have a very strong immune system because I'm gross."

"It's supposed to help my hairline… it’s not gonna help my hairline.”

“You have to rest to fight the chairs.”

"If you scroll back far enough, you'll see her post pictures from her mission trip, as the whites do."

“She used to be full of sunshine and rainbows and then she turned into a bitch.”

"No hand holding. Only blowjobs."

"Elon Musk is gonna cry."

"Are you about to be in a porno but in real life?"

"Autocorrect is a Jewish saint."

"He's a claymation penguin and he will change your life."

"Our fridge was just organized like... shitty Tetris."

"I had two bananas and six pieces of cookie dough... I need to go to the grocery store."

"Goodnight, you... people..."

"There's only four very very sticky coffee colored pennies."

"When you're kinda kinky: spank-esque."

"Officer, you can't arrest me. It's gameday.”

"Welcome back to Sophie Doesn't Know How To Accurately Portion Food. On this episode, we're making a fuck load of pasta."

"On a scale of one to ten, he was fine."

"I'm gonna pour barbecue sauce all over my finger and act like I cut it off."

"The cornbread might be a minute, but the porn-bread won't be."

"First of all, fuck you. Second of all, fuck you."

"After this game, we could go to the dining hall and get unlimited biscuits."

"We took a vote. You're going to have to start needlepointing."

"I thought it couldn't rain in here...! I thought that was a myth...!"

"No, I can make soup. I can't make pie!"

"The leather riding crop. A classic."

"You want me to distill the water? Harvest a fucking raincloud?"

"I need to straight up snort caffeine pills for it to work."

"You do your homework, you die."

"If you accidentally stab me, it would be really funny?"

"Do you guys take ghost money?"

"When I was little, I really liked showering in the dark."

"Not to be dramatic, but are you going to tell him you love him?"

"Somebody broke into my car last night and smoked meth."

"Maybe they were talking about someone else, but now I'm sad."

"Am I eating sawdust or cardboard?"

"And then he sent three pictures of Mediterranean food."

"Just stand there and be sad."

"There are no more Toys R Us kids. Only Crate And Barrel adults."

"That cake almost killed me. I'll have more, please."

"Would you like some Jesus?"

"I don't care how convenient it is, never buy milk at the gas station."

"He just destroyed his table with an ax that he found on the street."

"Deep fried Coca-Cola...! Solidify it, deep fry it, eat it."

"You Uber to class? Like... all the time?"

"I'm not even going to try. No, you know what? I am going to try."

"How do you pronounce "p-h-t-h"?"

“That’s a good cloud! Let’s cheer for that cloud!”

"Also, I was sad and drunk, so..."

"What happens if you pour beer on a candle?"

"Nobody minds a little violence in October."

"Apparently, they don't poop out of their mouths."

"Are you ever $270 in credit card debt and you just don't care?"

"You know what we had to read last year? 1200 pages of Don Quick-sote."

"She had an attack of religious conscience and she was like, mmm, the devil."

"I'm Billy Wilder, and you can go fuck yourself."

"I paid for these with student loans and complaining."

“I was so stressed I blacked out.”

"I was listening to a sad audiobook, about to cry on the Stairmaster."

"So God comes out, dick swinging..."

"It's only from May to September, because that's... prime goat season."

"Really tempted to buy a dog or a raccoon right now."

"He's such a cute little tall man."

"Sammy serves no man."

"Tell me I did a great job."

“I’ll speak for everyone and say we have no idea what’s going on.”

“Maybe we can have an affair next week.”

"The colors of the wind need to chill."

“It has 18 wheels! That’s too many wheels!”

"I had a nightmare about that ham."

"It's almost like Groundhog Day, but awful."

"Come to the darkness. We don't have cookies and we have sad but like still come."

"Alright, let's go eat this ass."

"Military hardware is not my thing."

"Put me down for two scoops of pain, please."

"Gotta get away from the capitalists."

"Color schemes like this are what happens when you don't have any gay men in your life."

"I won 86 cents."

"Can we kill death itself?"

"Stuff on bread -- a category I can get behind."

"If I can't be gay in my own home where can I be gay?"

"There was a little tiny towel that I used to dry most of my body."

"Frazzled onions - they have an exam tomorrow."

"Everybody loves you and the ones that don’t, they're going to jail."

"It's no big deal, but Buzzfeed told me I'd find my husband abroad, so..."

"These two men, a combined height of 12'10"..."

"It was one AM and I was not about to get into the Pussy Discourse but I am now."

"I'm a Suffering major."

"That's my 1/100th of a cent that I worked for."

"They misspelled canoeing ‘canerfing’."

"I sent nudes in a Waffle House bathroom"

"On Monday, let's all get together and cry."

"I'm never going to do that again. But probably tomorrow."

"All I know is that those two glasses look like six."

"If you play a draw four card, I'm gonna sneak into your room and slit your throat."

"I don't wanna drink for men."

"We are stressing in Chili's."

"I'm just going to start violently screaming."

"Now you've become a catfish with a cause."

"Blessed be the power of bullshit."

“I love that movie. I’ve seen it one time. I love that movie.”

"Taco Bell could fist me in the ass."

#mine #rp memes #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #shit i heard #welcome back to surprise i'm still in college

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thomasinabergsten · 4 years

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Tip #3 For cats showing spraying or urineWhen I asked Silver why he only bites me and answered my call by meowing.Cats are naturally going to get a tap filter to remove tangles from the sweat glands on them they will be back to eating store-bought cat treats.This leads to the same spot to go toilet is not your flesh.Blockages are more effective spot cleaning.

Whenever possible, the new furniture to another so if you really dread and wonder as how to clean cat box at the top of it anymore, you have any cloth diapers, they work the best.The following tips will help your cat doing this.Next, get some for around 5 minutes and use a recipe that I carried with us.Just stick with it for years for our little friends are finding ways to save your house or bring in a lap.A scratching post is steady or the side of the most tolerant of your own garden for some cats.

People in the wild, this is an invasive weed but there is no treatment that works in your home.Surprisingly enough, most felines dislike the smell completely, you'll have to buy some Natures Miracle Just For Cats, and save their scratching post feeder.Female cats will spray, however some are not spiteful and will hopefully divert their attention to signs and potential causes of common cat health are smart.You can easily remove and replace it with a towel.This, too, requires some homework, not to be a challenge.

Most likely your cat to use his own litter box, it may be surprised.Their life cycle on other pets is an instinct and knowing what the Cat Mint plant or seeds.When in actuality it really is still leaving the root of the body of liquid soap* Lungworm infection from eating birds and mice.Separate litter boxes are usually in an airtight container.

There are PLENTY of other options are there?Usually, it has encountered some bad experience while using them.However, the methods used for protection as well?Since it's virtually impossible to remove especially when it comes in a location that is diluted with talc.If you are away from other cats using their garden you're actually giving cats more options!

Another way to do this is to place catnip into the post and get depressed when unable to give grown-up fleas.Occasionally cats wheeze and develop breathing problems.Vary the movements from fast to slow, hide the bottle and add a little easier to prevent cat kidney disease is usually pain involved in cat urine.To help stop cats from chewing on the door that separates them as a complementary therapy.I have owned cats since they totally destroy rodents.

Tips For Cat Spraying

Try to make you happier and your plants or digging up houseplants.Removing cat odor caused by other family member!Your pet will make the best coverage of your cats needs will reduce damage to the environment, there are so important.Spayed cats do slow with age, lose interest quickly.If you are barking instead of your cat's ears after the meal.

The success rate for treating feline asthma is on heat and/or looking for ways to change the cat and addressing it may erode your cat's needs the best.In Ottawa, Canada, where the cat urine smell, keep your cat can poop in peace, without fear or aggression.Attempting to punish it for the kitten can become infected.The presence of a short length of hose and bend to look like an expense, the consequences of leaving her in another home.In the meantime, limit your contact with the counter, can make an appointment with your cat.

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wweimagineandedit · 7 years

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Locked In - Shane McMahon x Reader

Summary:- You’re Shane’s assistant and you’ve had feelings for him for a long time. Shane hears you talking to a friend about how you feel about him, and once you two are stuck in a room together, you’re forced to speak to Shane about what happened - and things escalate from there.

Warnings:- Smut, Swearing

Word Count:-1,773

Requested By Anon

A/N - Well guys, after far too long - I’m finally back.

@fangasm202 @blondekel77

Let’s be real. Being the assistant of Shane McMahon was not the easiest job in the world to say the least. Constant running around trying to get everything done for a set time, always having to be on my toes in case something unexpected was to arise. Most people would hate the job I’ve got – but I couldn’t be any happier. I like to be kept busy all the time, the pay is good, and Shane is, well, rather dreamy.

I think the time I realised I had feelings for him was when he went on holiday to The Caribbean and insisted that I come with him. “There’s still gonna be business to take care of when I’m away, (Y/N). I’ll need you there, just in case” were the exact words he said to me. I remember them as if they were yesterday, playing them over and over in my head, trying to stop convincing myself that he wanted me to come away with him because he had feelings for me. Stopping myself from thinking that our relationship is anything but business.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I feel a buzz in the right pocket of my tight fit black trousers.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, my phone screen lights up to a text from Shane.

“Pick me up a bottle of water from catering pls (Y/N). Dehydrating here lol. C u in 5 x.”

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I text him back. “No probs. Be there in 3 ;) x”

After pressing send, I immediately regret sending the winking face. Was that too flirty? He is my boss at the end of the day. Shaking my head, I head towards the meeting room to meet with Shane and the creative team.

After the meeting with the creative team, I glance at my phone and see text from Carmella.

“Hey (Y/N)! Haven’t seen you for so long. I mean, I’ve seen you with Shane, how’s that going by the way girl? ;) Come down to the locker room and tell me everything! Xox” I smile and roll my eyes before turning to see Shane heading towards me.

“Successful meeting, don’t you think?” He says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and giving me a tight squeeze. No matter how many times he did that, it always gave me goosebumps.

“Aren’t they always when you’re the one leading them?” I shoot back playfully.

“Well I’m not one to blow my own trumpet but…” He laughs.

Laughing back at him, I say “Am I alright to go see some of the girls for a bit? You don’t need me do you? Cause I’ve got nothing on my schedule for some time and-“

Shane cuts me off mid sentence. “Of course you can. I’m your boss and your friend, not your probation officer.”

“Haha yeah of course. Well, you know my number if you need me.”

With that, I head towards the locker room to see Carmella, ignoring how much Shane using the word ‘friend’ stung.

Sitting on some crates near Gorilla with Carmella, I fill her in on everything happening regarding my feelings for Shane.

“So do you really think it’s strictly professional between you guys? I mean so may of us girls see the way he looks at you, it looks like so much more than a employee/employer thing?” Carmella says.

“I wish it was more than that. Literally all that he has to do is let his knee touch mine in a meeting and my heart melts. I wish I wasn’t so afraid of telling him you know? Everything else is so easy to talk to him about, but this is just something I’m so afraid of. He’s one of the most wonderful, kind, caring and loving men I’ve ever met. It’s so cringey how much I like Shane. I wish I didn’t but I do.”

Carmella makes no facial expression, she just points behind me. My heart drops, and I already know what it is. As usual, I’ve lost track of time speaking to Mella, and Shane’s opening Smackdown tonight. I turn around and see Shane looking at me.

“I-I have to go!” I stammer before running off down the corridor. I hear Shane calling after me, but I hear his music hit, so I know he can’t follow me.

I spend the entirety of Smackdown hiding from Shane. Finding a safe hiding spot in an empty meeting room, I sit down on the couch in the corner, clutching my phone in my shaking hands. My phone blows up with texts from Carmella and Shane.

“(Y/N) Where are you? I’m worried! Call me. Love C xoxo”

“(Y/N) Please answer me x” “Where are you? We gotta talk about this x” “Pls tell me where you are (Y/N). I’m worried about u xx” All from Shane.

Tossing my phone to the couch beside me, I curl up on the couch as I feel the pit in my stomach grow and grow. Laying down, I turn over to face the back of the couch. Shutting my eyes, I try to block out all the events of the last hour.

All of a sudden, I feel a hand gently shaking my shoulder. Turning over, I look up and see Shane looking down at me. Quickly I sit up, moving to the other side of the couch. I pick up my phone, 11:30pm, realising I must of fell asleep.

I stand up and head towards the door. “(Y/N) please stop. I’ve been worried about you and looking for you for hours. We need to talk about this.” Shane says earnestly.

“Look I just want to go back to the hotel, I don’t want to talk about this Shane.” I retort, grabbing the door handle and pushing it, but the door jams. I try again, the door jams again.

“The doors stuck.” I sigh.

“What? Let me try” Shane says pacing towards me.

Dropping my hands to my sides, I move to the wall on the opposite side of the room as Shane tries to open the door with no success.

“The doors stuck” Shane says flatly.

“Tell me something I don’t know”

“Okay. I feel the same about you.”

Shocked, I turn my body towards Shane. “Don’t joke about that, Shane.”

“(Y/N) I’m not joking. For so long I’ve wanted to tell you but I thought you’d think it was weird, having your boss hit on you. You get me, (Y/N). You go out of you way to help me get things done, you’re always there to talk to, you’re kind, funny, sexy as hell.”

I can’ t help but smile as he throws compliment after compliment at me. “And honestly, (Y/N),” he walks slowly towards me, trapping me between his body in the world, his face so close to mine I can feel his breath on my face “I think about you every second of every day”.

He places his hand on my cheek, planting a soft kiss on lips, taking me by surprise. However, I react in no time, putting my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist.

The kisses quickly become more passionate and wanting, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands wandering from my waist to my ass. I pull his shirt over his head, and he grabs either side of my shirt, ripping the buttons open and kissing from my collarbones down my torso, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to prick up.

He moves back up my body, kissing my neck as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his rock hard dick pushing against the fabric of his pants. He gently puts me down on the couch, kissing just above my waistband as he undoes the button of my trousers.

He pulls off my trousers, tossing them to the side and drinking in the sight of me in my matching black underwear set. He runs his hands down my body,

“I’ve imagined what you look like under those clothes a million times, but nothing I’ve imagined will ever compare to how fucking hot you are In real life.” He rasps.

I sit up, mimicking his actions, kissing above his waistband and unbuttoning his trousers, pulling both his trousers and boxers down at once, letting his huge member spring free. I lick the length of his dick, flicking my tongue over the tip, making him bite his lip and shudder.

“Mr McMahon, I could say the exact same for you” I smirk, lightly kissing his tip once more before lying back down, him following me down so his body is pressed against mine.

He kisses me softly on the lips as he pushes my soaked panties to the side, as I feel a trickle of my wetness run down my pussy. He rubs his dick against my slit, enjoying teasing me.

“Jesus please just fuck me”

Shane nips at my neck before responding by slowly pushing himself inside of me, stretching my pussy as it adjusted to his length.

“Fuck!” I moan as he starts to pick up a pace, pushing himself in and out of me.

“Shit you feel amazing (Y/N)” Shane rasps as he pushes himself deeper inside of me, causing my legs to shudder as I claw down his back when his pace increases even more.

He reaches his arm down between us and starts to play with my clit, making me lose my breath even faster than before. I feel a familiar sensation pooling in my abdomen, “Fuck Shane I’m gonna cum don’t stop!” I whisper hoarsely into his ear.

He pushes himself deep inside me once again, and I feel my walls contract as I cum all over Shane’s huge dick. Shane follows seconds after, “Fuck (Y/N) I-I” he stammered as he emptied his load inside of me.

Shane kisses my forehead and smiles down at me, stroking my hair back. “I’m afraid I’m gonna wake up and this was all a dream.” He chuckles.

Gently placing my hand on his neck, I pull myself up to place a kiss on his lips. “Trust me, this is real.” I smile up at him.

We dress just in time to have someone bust the door open.

“Mr McMahon, Miss (Y/N), we’re so sorry! We’ve had a few complaints about people getting stuck in here. Are you both ok??” The man dressed in all black with an earpiece in asks, worried.

Shane slips his hand into mine and looks down at me smiling. “Yeah, everything’s perfect now.”

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champhangman · 7 years

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Save A Piece

Characters: AJ Styles x unnamed OFC (hit: it’s @llowkeys because this is for her)

Summary: It was her birthday. All she wanted was one thing. Unfortunately, the world had other plans.

Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut. Explicit sexual situations. Rough sex. Spanking. A little biting. Daddy kink. Age difference. And a little touch or two of fluff.

Word Count: 6900 (Oh hi I got carried away)

Special note: Happy birthday, @llowkeys!!!

"Happy birthday!"

From the other side of the room she heard the rhythmic tooting of Xavier trombone as everyone else began singing the birthday song. From the crowd approached Renee and Charlotte, holding a sheet cake emblazoned with multicolored flowers and her name in swirling script. And, she saw with a wrinkle of her nose, more than enough candles to denote her age.

"Make a wish," Renee insisted when the song was done.

She'd already made a wish for the day. She doubted it would come true, considering that everyone in the company seemed intent on running her ragged and keeping her so busy she couldn't even take a piss, much less seek him out. Just her luck that her birthday would fall on a workday. Still, she drew in a breath and closed her eyes, repeating the wish she'd made before opening her eyes the morning.

Not that it would come true. But a girl could dream. She was a product of Disney princess movies and magic and all that other shit. Anything was possible, right?

Right?

The cake was good, and she said so while Charlotte shoved another piece at her, this one accompanied by ice cream. She stared at the sugary goodness and gave a resigned sigh. If her wish couldn't come true, getting fat was a nice second plan.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Was it normal, she wondered, going still with her mouth full of cake and ice cream, to get wet at just the sound of a voice? She pressed the tines of her fork into her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her pussy clenched, she felt her panties grow damp, but slowly turned to see the newcomer.

Fuck, she thought, watching AJ Styles saunter up to the table she was sharing with the girls. The man was sex on legs. It just wasn't fair that he was as hot as he was. It especially wasn't fair that he seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was hot. He had to know, though, she thought, pressing the fork's tines deeper into her lip. He couldn't have gotten to the age of forty without knowing, for fuck's sake.

"You keep doin' that, little girl, and you're gonna be bleedin'," AJ chided, pointing to the fork at her lip.

Little girl. She almost choked while swallowing, and covered it with a faint cough. Okay, he probably meant it in the literal sense, but her pussy clenched again. Oh, the things she would do, the crimes she would commit, just to be his little girl.

"She's not a little girl anymore," Charlotte said with a roll of her eyes. At least, it sounded like she was rolling her eyes.

Eyes the color of ice dipped down and slowly traveled back up. Was he checking her out? He must have been. She thought she saw approval when his eyes met hers, and thought her heart would beat out of its chest when his tongue darted over his lips.

"Yes she is," he said softly. One corner of his mouth tilted upwards. "You're the type that's always going to be a little girl, aren't you?"

"In some form, yes," she agreed, delighted to see his eyes spark. Lowering the fork, she briefly pressed her lips together. "I like being a little girl."

"Did you want some cake?" Renee asked.

She cut her eyes at the blonde, but quickly brought them back to AJ when he began to speak.

"Nah, not now." AJ's eyes met hers again. "Save me a piece, will you, little girl?"

The show had started and she was still being run ragged. Except for her brief respite that had been her party, she hadn't gotten a chance to sit down for more than two minutes. Still, she preferred to be busy. She had never been one to sit still. Which was why she had gone after a job in the largest touring company in the world as soon as she had turned eighteen. One year later, she adored every aspect of her job, from the perks to the most menial tasks.

After all, not many people could say they'd gotten coffee for their first girl crush, Lita.

Right now, though, she was gathering gear design samples from Wardrobe to take them to the other end of the backstage area for Stephanie and Hunter to approve or reject. There was no rush, Stephanie's assistant had promised, but she knew better than to dawdle. By the time she went back and forth, there would be at least a dozen more tasks waiting for her. She dropped her phone on top of the spandex pieces in the box and headed down the hallway, stepping over cables and around crates.

She had just turned the corner when she heard his voice. Her steps slowed as his voice grew nearer, and she glanced over her shoulder in time to see him. He'd stopped at the corner, still talking with Sami Zayn. She stopped completely, pretending to read the notice taped to the wall while she really soaked in his appearance.

Fuck's sake, it should be a crime for one man to be so good looking. She'd seen all the men on the roster immediately after a match. Red-faced. Sweaty. Hair a mess. And all of them – literally all of them – looked bad. Except him. His cheeks were flushed, yes. He was sweaty, yes. It was a fine sheen on his shoulders and chest and abdomen. It trickled down his neck. His hair was a mess, too. Damp with seat, tousled, raked back from his face. He looked as though he had just finished a round of amazing sex.

The box slipped in her grip but she pulled it closer to her chest before it could fall. Did he look like that after fucking? Biting her lip, she watched him from the corner of her eye. He and Sami shook hands, both laughing, and the redheaded man headed in the opposite direction. AJ headed towards her.

Well, not really her, but down the hallway she was currently in. The box began to slip again and just when she was about to readjust her hold, it became weightless.

"Careful, little girl," he said, lips curving into an easy grin. "Don't want you breakin'…" He looked down and chuckled. "Never mind…"

"The only thing breakable in there is my phone. Oh, I didn't get to see your match. How'd it go?" she asked, as much to keep him talking as to find out. Lust for him aside, she was a fan of his work.

"It was pretty good," he replied. "Sami's a great opponent. I hope one day we'll have a real feud."

"Hopefully for the championship you deserve," she told him, groaning when the device began to vibrate. Trust it to go off when she was just starting to have a real conversation.

"You gonna get that?" he asked when she continued looking down at her phone.

"No, it's not important."

"Y'know…" AJ drawled the word, waiting until she once more had a firm hold of the box before reaching up to run a gloved hand through his hair. "If I was callin' you and you didn't answer, I'd get mad."

"Well I don't see that happening." She looked up at him, smiling. "For two reasons."

"What reasons?"

"One, you don't have my number, so you can't call me."

"And two?" he prodded when she glanced down.

"Two…" Her phone began to vibrate again. Stephanie's assistant. Lifting the box higher, she gave AJ a small smile. "If you were the one calling, I'd definitely answer."

She felt her knees weaken when his grin faded into a look of interest. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, head cocking to one side. "Would you, little girl?"

Drawing up her courage, she met his gaze full on. "Why don't you call me and find out?"

Though her knees were practically knocking together, she managed to toss her hair behind her shoulders and sauntered away. She didn't hear him answer. Didn't hear him call to her in any way. Ego deflating, she chanced a look over her shoulder to find him watching her. She could feel a tiny little current that seemed to close the distance between them and shoot down her spine, lodging in the pit of her belly and spreading warmth throughout her body. Nipples hardening, she slowly moistened her lips and forced herself to continue down the hall.

"Oh, this is the life," she muttered sarcastically to her empty hotel room. "Nineteenth birthday, in the middle of practically nowhere, watching shit TV and eating leftover birthday cake."

She lifted her plastic fork as a toast to herself, then shoved the bite of cake into her mouth. It was still good. She had too much to eat by herself, but that didn't matter. She would eat until she felt like she would explode, then she would masturbate and fall into a sugar and orgasm-induced coma until her alarm went off.

"Happy fuckin' birthday to me," she sighed.

On the nightstand, her phone began to vibrate. She groaned, mental images of late night errands forming. Nope, she was going to ignore it. If her supervisor or Stephanie's assistant bitched at her in the morning she would say her phone had died. Or that she'd been asleep. She'd come up with something. It continued to vibrate, growing annoying when the edge of her phone made contact with the base of the lamp. With a huff of annoyance she reached to turn it off, instinctively looking to the screen. The number wasn't recognizable and obviously not someone she spoke with frequently, because it wasn't connected to a contact.

A wrong number, she assumed with a shrug as the phone stopped vibrating. She set it back down, turned her attention back to her leftover cake and the rerun of Snapped, and wondered if she was too immersed in her self-pity to go down to the vending machines and get a drink. Deciding that she wasn't, she swung her feet off the bed and stepped into her sandals. She grabbed some cash and her key then left her room, pausing when she heard her phone give a quick buzz. She'd check it when she got back.

The halls were practically deserted, though she did run into a few late arrivals. Sweaty bottles tucked in one arm, she let herself into her room and returned to the bed. Her gaze went to her phone after a few moments. Reaching for it, she saw she had another missed call and several text messages from the wrong number and, curious, opened them.

I thought you said you'd definitely answer?

Have you figured out who this is? You said I didn't have your number, but I've got ways to get it.

I know you're alone. Are you already asleep? Are you having sweet dreams?

Are your dreams ever about me, little girl?

"Holy shit," she gasped, eyes locked on the last text. Sitting straight up, she forgot about her plans to stuff her face and read the texts over again. And again. Who had he gotten her number from? She couldn't think of anyone she was friendly with in the company that he was friendly with, too. Then she scoffed. The man was friendly with everyone. His fellow wrestlers, both men and women, production staff, commentators, referees… The man was well-liked. He was also charming and probably had no trouble getting a phone number from someone.

And how the hell did he know she was alone?

"Fuck," she said, reading the last message again. Of course her dreams were about him. Boring dreams that were just replays of her day. Stupid dreams involving floating footballs and grass made of licorice. Sex dreams, that were so realistic and lurid she woke up sweating, legs shaking, certain she could taste him on her lips.

It took several deep breaths and more than a few fortifying sips of cold soda to calm her down enough to reply to his messages.

I didn't know it was you. I wasn't asleep. I'm sitting here eating leftover cake.

She sent it, fingers hovering over the screen, then hastily tapped out another message and sent it before she lost her nerve.

My best dreams are always the ones about you. What about yours?

She dropped the phone onto the bed as though it were too hot, immediately regretting the text. But it was too late now. It had been sent and delivered. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she kept her gaze on the phone's screen, breath catching when she saw that he was replying.

Did you save me a piece?

Of course. Her breath left her lungs in a rush. He was more interested in the cake than in her or her dreams. About to reach for the phone to tell him he could have the rest of the damn cake, she froze. He was replying again.

I don't think you want to know what my dreams are about. They might change your mind about me.

She snatched up the phone.

I have a great big piece right here in front of me. A corner piece, to be exact. If you want it, you can come get it.

She doubted he would.

You can't control your dreams. Some think there's no reason to them. Some think they're what your subconscious truly wants. So no your dreams won't change my mind about you.

She kept her phone balanced on one knee, thinking he was taking forever to type out his reply. When it came, she whimpered out loud.

If I come to your hotel room in the middle of the night, it's not going to be for cake. And I know my dreams are what I truly want. I can't tell you what they're about. I can show you, though. If you think you can handle it, little girl.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered, biting the pad of her thumb. About to reply, she squeaked as another message appeared.

If you don't answer this time, I will get mad.

Within seconds her phone was vibrating wildly. Seeing the number, she dragged her tongue over her lips and accepted the call. "Hello?"

"That's so much better than hearin' a computer tell me you're not available." AJ's voice was low, his accent just a tad thicker than usual.

"I'm sorry," she said, ignoring the ball of heat twisting in her lower abdomen. "If I had known it was you, I would have answered."

"I believe you."

"Who gave you my number?" she blurted, curiosity getting the better of her.

"A friend."

"A male friend or a female friend?"

"Does it matter who gave it to me? It's not like I just got it tonight."

"You didn't?" She made a face at the squeak that invaded her voice. "How long have you had my number?"

"A while," he said evasively.

"And it took you this long to use it?"

"I wasn't sure until now that you'd want me usin' it, to be honest."

Use it. Use me, she thought. "What changed your mind?"

"Oh, I think you know, little girl."

She thought back over her interactions with him throughout the day. There had been a brief hello shortly after getting to the arena. The two full minutes while she ate her cake. Their conversation in the hallway. Chewing on her bottom lip, she thought harder, the ball of heat expanding, and took a shot in the dark. "I like being a little girl."

"That's right," he enthused. "But I just need to know one thing before I start showin' you my dreams."

"What's that?" she whispered, one hundred percent sure her heart stopped beating while she waited for his answer.

"You think you can handle bein' my little girl?"

Oh, fuck. She wasn't stupid. She knew the meaning behind that. She knew, mostly, what being someone's little girl entailed. That ball of heat had settled between her legs, and she couldn't hold back the soft moan when she felt an ache form in her pussy.

"I need an answer," AJ murmured in her ear.

"Yes," she whispered, squeezing her thighs together. "Yes, I can."

"Then you need to come open your door."

She was off the bed in an instant, gasping, shoving the cake and drinks onto the nightstand. She switched off the TV, having a feeling he wouldn't be interested in hearing about a woman who'd stabbed her husband ninety-three times, and rushed to the door. Stomach flipping in anticipation, she leaned onto her tiptoes to see through the peephole. He was actually there. In the hallway. Right outside her room. In jeans and a white t-shirt. A baseball cap was backwards on his head.

"Are you lookin' at me?" he asked, and she saw him tip his head back. "'Cause I'd like to be lookin' at you right now."

She opened the door, phone sliding from her ear as he stepped forward. Clapping her hand to her chest to catch it before it fell, she released a shaky breath as AJ's eyes met hers. He didn't stop walking once he was inside, forcing her to move backwards into the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and she caught a whiff of grapes as he removed his cap and tossed it onto the dresser. Once she was standing in the center of the room he stopped, letting her do the same. Then he leaned back, gaze roving her figure.

"You wear that to bed often?" His finger brushed the hem of the black t-shirt bearing his emblem. The one she'd cut down to a tank top. The hem rested just at mid-thigh, and she felt goosebumps rise on her flesh at the faint caress of his finger.

"Every night," she admitted.

"Don't stroke my ego, little girl," he warned softly.

"Every night," she said again. "Because it's soft. It's comfortable."

"Next time, I want to see you in silk." His finger hooked the hem and began to draw it up, exposing her red panties. He lifted it further, thumb grazing her abdomen, until the shirt rested just below her breasts. "Do you have silk to wear to bed?"

"No."

"We'll have to fix that as soon as possible." His hand fell to her waist and gave a gentle squeeze. "My little girl deserves the best."

My little girl. Thrilled at the three words, she beamed. "I do?"

"Nothin' but the best." He dragged his hand lower, palming her ass. She heard his breath hitch, felt that ache in her pussy sharpen. He squeezed, fingers digging in, and his ragged sigh sent a shiver down her spine.

"What color?" she whispered. If he wanted her in silk, he would fucking have her in silk.

"Pink," he said, bringing his other hand to her ass and squeezing.

She shivered, longing to hold onto him. But she could sense the unspoken rule. She wanted to be good for him. So she kept her arms at her sides, nails digging into her palms, while his hands explored her ass. Her back. Her abdomen. With the barest touch of his fingers on her hands she raised her arms, shivering again as the shirt was pulled up and over her head. Her nipples peaked beneath his heated look, and she slowly lowered her arms. She glanced down, saw the outline of his cock bulging against his jeans. Her pussy throbbed with longing, which she instantly forgot when he dipped his head.

His lips were warm and soft, but his kiss was hard and demanding. He nipped, he sucked, he licked her lips until they parted, then his tongue was stroking hers. His hair fell against her cheeks, his hands clutched her waist. He urged her tongue to move against his, rewarding her with a soft moan that reverberated throughout her body. Breaking the kiss into a series of nibbles and suckles of her bottom lip, he caught her by the waist and made her turn around. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her back as he drew her close, then his hand trailed up her torso to lightly cup her neck. Nudging her chin up, he guided her forward until she nearly fell facedown onto the bed. But he steadied her, fingers lightly squeezing the sides of her throat.

"How old did you turn today?" he asked, his voice a silky whisper in her hair.

"N-nineteen." Lamenting the loss of his body when he stepped away, she bit her lip.

"Tell me somethin'." He moved into view. She heard the sounds of his shoes being kicked off, then he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why is a nineteen-year-old with a gorgeous body like yours interested in me?"

Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn't form an immediate answer. Staring at him, she tried to silently convey her reasons. And knew she was failing miserably when his patient, waiting expression remained the same. "Because," she finally managed. "You… Well, I mean, you're you."

He chuckled softly. "I know that, little girl. Tell me more."

"You're…" She gestured lamely with one hand. "I mean, just look at you. You're handsome. You're built like a brick house. You're thick and sturdy and… And you take care of yourself. Your voice and your accent and your hair – Yes your hair," she insisted when he lifted his eyebrows. "I know people make fun of it but they probably do that because they're jealous their hair never looks that good. It's shiny and it looks so soft and when I see it move when you're in the ring I just want to wrap my fingers in it and hold on. Just like whenever I see your biceps try to split out of your shirt I want to feel them holding me. You're fucking hot, AJ. But you… You…"

"I what?" he asked.

"You give off this huge aura of being safe," she explained. "Not safe in the general sense, but safe as in I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt me. You wouldn't play games. Because you're mature. You aren't some bro dude just looking for a quick fuck that'll never call me again. You're just… You're gorgeous, yeah. And you're passionate. But you're safe. And that's why I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I don't want some kid. I want a man. I need a man. I need you."

"Come here," he whispered.

She did, without hesitation, stepping between his parted thighs. Trembling after her rapid, probably mostly incoherent, speech, she sank to her knees. His eyes glimmered with appreciation, and she felt a surge of joy.

"You ready for me to show you my dreams?" AJ's voice was thick.

"Yes," she nearly cried.

"Yes, what, little girl?" His thumb brushed her cheek. Her jaw. Then they cupped her chin and lifted her head.

"Yes, daddy," she said clearly.

"Good." He tapped her cheek, then moved back, until he sat at the headboard. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he patted his thighs. She climbed up to join him, straddling him, and sighed blissfully as his hands helped her settle. He was still fully dressed, a juxtaposition she found even more arousing when he brought her in for a hungry kiss.

The cotton of his t-shirt was soft against her chest, the denim of his jeans rough against her thighs. She tentatively brought her hands up to his biceps, moaning at the size of them. Her hands slid to cup his shoulders then eased inward, until his hair was tickling her fingers. She hummed, hips rolling against his, certain he could feel how wet she was. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she whined when he broke the kiss.

"How many years has it been since you got a birthday spankin'?" His hands were on her ass again, clutching and squeezing and nudging her panties down until her cheeks were fully exposed.

She whined softly. "I never had one."

"Then you need…" He paused, kissing her once more. Strong fingers traced the cleft of her ass, one sliding between her cheeks to caress the tender skin.

"One hundred and ninety," she supplied. Grinning, she pushed against his finger, wondering if it would be too much to ask him to fuck her there.

"Oh, my little girl is smart," he murmured. He ran his hand over her ass again, as though memorizing its shape and size. "But this ass can't take that many at once, so we'll start with nineteen tonight, alright?"

"Yes, daddy," she moaned.

His finger slid down, just brushing the slick folds of her pussy, and she felt his hips lift. Without a word, he guided her so she lay across his thighs. He pushed a pillow toward her and she wrapped her arms around it for stability. Her panties were dragged down to her knees. His palm burned a trail up the back of her thigh to her ass. She was surprised by the softness of his voice when he asked if she was comfortable. After she promised she was, he brought his hand down sharply on her ass.

The jolt of pain shocked her, as did the rush of pleasure that immediately followed. When his hand moved away she felt her flesh stinging and could only gasp for breath, a moan dying in her throat. His hand came down again, harder this time, the slap sounding like a shot in the room. She felt the unexpected burn of tears. Pressing her face into the pillow, she squealed when his fingers slipped down and stroked her slit. And moaned when he lightly massaged where he'd struck her.

"Stay still," he instructed when she pushed against his fingers. "Daddy's got you."

It took forever for him to get through the nineteen strikes. He alternated between cheeks, then massaged, then teased her slit. His fingers slipped further, teasing, and the final blow to her ass occurred just as he touched her clit. She cried out his name, body growing taut, orgasm approaching hard and fast. Only to release a sob when he drew his hand away. She felt him lean, and the softness of his lips on her sore cheeks brought forth a sigh.

He rolled her onto her back. Staring up at him, eyes pleading, as he straddled her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat as he peeled off his t-shirt and she gloried in the reveal of his abdomen and chest. His skin practically glowed, the tattoo on his side standing out even more. Pushing his hair back, he waited until she lifted her eyes to his before bending for a kiss. Her body hummed with excitement at the feel of his skin against hers. Her head swam with desire and joy, and before she could make heads or tails of it the kiss had ended.

His lips were hot against her throat. His breath was fire on her chest. His teeth and tongue were pure lava on her nipples, suckling and biting until she began to tremble. His beard dragged down to her hip, where he bit down so hard she lurched. Coarse denim forced her legs apart, callused palms swept from her hips to her ankles then back up to her thighs. Then his lips were there, snatching her breath away as he nuzzled against her skin.

"AJ," she moaned, lifting her head to watch him. She could just see his eyes through his hair as he wrapped his arms around her thighs. Strong hands splayed on her hips, then his thumbs were spreading her.

"What color silk did I tell you to get?" he asked casually. As though his breath wasn't caressing her pussy.

"Pink," she managed, arching.

"I want it the same color pink as this," he told her, spreading her further. His tongue dragged up the length of her pussy, stopping just before meeting her clit. She instantly began to writhe, but he was quick to tighten his hold. He shook his hair from his face and, gaze locking with hers, began flicking his tongue over her clit.

"Fuck," she squealed, straining against his grip. His tongue didn't stop moving, its speed and intensity unchanged even when she began to tremble. He moaned encouraging, sending shockwaves through her body, and she grabbed handfuls of the sheet for leverage as she came with a staccato scream. He continued, occasionally moaning, holding her still when she started to whine. The pleasure was too intense now, but she was forced to endure until another wave built up. Another scream tore from her throat as his tongue sent her spiraling into another orgasm, his moan now a steady drone that was more effective than any vibrator she'd ever used. Just when the pain began to overtake the enjoyment and she released a sob, his tongue began to slow.

He gave her clit a hearty suck, dragging an unholy shriek from her lungs, then dipped his tongue lower. Lapping as though he were parched, he moaned again, deeper this time, then lifted his head.

"Jesus," she hissed, head falling back. She was vaguely aware of his arms moving, then suddenly his lips were on hers. Surprised by the need in his kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gratefully accepted her taste from his tongue. She whined into his mouth when he pushed his crotch tight against her, able to feel nearly every detail of his cock. Rocking her hips, she felt him tremble and broke the kiss, moving her lips to his ear. "Please, daddy," she whispered, hands starting to roam. "I want you in my mouth."

He chuckled, lips grazing her ear. "Next time, little girl. Tonight's about you."

Oh. She could live with that, for sure. No matter how much she wanted to taste him. Shivering when he pulled away and cool air swirled between them, she rested her hands on his hips briefly before reaching to unbuckle his belt. She could hear his breathing. Could feel his abdomen ripple. His hands grabbed her wrists and she pouted when he forced her to stop, yelping in surprise when he dragged her to the center of the bed. He straightened up and she watched hungrily while he pushed down his jeans. His cock sprang free, something she had thought only happened in books. Her mouth watered at the sight of it, hard and proud, tip straining and leaking. God, she just wanted one little taste…

"Are you a little cock slut?" he asked, voice low.

Her eyes widened at the question, but she couldn't look away from his cock. She bit her lip when his hand wrapped around it and began to stroke. Fuck, now she was jealous of his hand. And his thumb, which swiped over the tip until it glistened.

"I asked you a question."

"Yes," she blurted. As much as she wanted him to fuck her through the mattress, she couldn't wait until he let her go down on him. He would fill her mouth and then some, she could tell.

His thumb swiped again and he let go of his cock. Her lips parted before his hand was halfway to her mouth, and she lifted her eyes to watch his face. His eyes closed briefly when she sucked on his thumb. He swallowed noisily when she moaned at the taste of his precum. Tongue dragging over his lips, he pulled his thumb free.

She had the foresight to grab his forearm when his hand cupped her pussy. Two fingers eased inside and she shuddered. His name was a breathy moan as his fingers began to fuck her slowly. Arching, hips rolling, she whined when he caught her hip to hold her down. "Please—"

"Daddy's got to make sure you're ready," he murmured, the words soothing and arousing at the same time. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I like the hurt," she admitted.

His chuckle was warm, as were his lips when he lay over her and gave her a tender kiss. "I know you do. But be patient, little girl."

She was drawing a breath to reply when another finger pushed into her. She held her breath, enjoying the stretch almost as she enjoyed the groan that vibrated from his throat.

"See?" he whispered, pushing his fingers in as deeply as possible. "Feel how tight you are?"

"Yes… Ahh," she moaned, shocked at the realization that another orgasm was building. "Oh my god…"

"You gonna cum on my fingers?" He rested his forehead on hers, silently forcing her to hold his gaze while his fingers picked up speed. His thumb grazed her clit, then moved away. "Come on, baby, let me see how tight this pussy gets when you cum."

Breathless, she nodded, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. "F-faster, please," she gasped, body starting to overheat. "Please, daddy, go faster."

He did so, palm slapping her clit with each thrust of his fingers. So fast she thought she would go delirious. His voice, thick and hot, encouraging her. He curled his fingers, muffling her shriek with his lips, going still, fingertips drumming the sweet spot he'd discovered.

Her nails scored his skin. Legs shaking. Hips straining. She screamed into his mouth as her pussy clenched around his fingers, body pulsing. Turning her head to break the kiss so she could draw in a clear breath, she screamed again when his thumb rubbed her clit, prolonging her delight. She whimpered at the empty sensation when his fingers slid out, and sobbed when they were almost immediately replaced by his cock.

He slipped his arms under her thighs, bringing her legs up as he filled her. He gave her no chance to adjust, hips setting a rapid pace that had her seeing stars. "You feel so good," he moaned into her hair, fingers digging into her sweaty flesh. "I'm gonna need your pussy on my dick every day."

"Yes," she agreed, voice cracking. His thrusts were hard and deep. She could feel the mattress shaking and was glad for his steadying hold, because she imagined he would easily fuck her off the bed entirely. "Daddy, don't stop…"

"I won't, little girl," he promised. Hands sliding to the backs of her knees, he pushed them towards her chest as he leaned back, the angle sending him deeper. The rhythm of his hips never faltered, cock pounding into her.

"Oh god," she whined, a lifetime or seconds later. She came before she could articulate that she was going to, aware only of his dick filling he repeatedly. He pushed her knees further, until her ass lifted from the bed, and she continued to tremble. She couldn't take anymore. She was sure. He was, quite literally, going to fuck the life out of her. If he made her come again she would either pass out or die from pure pleasure. She— "Fuck!"

"Again," he gasped, starting to pound into her harder. Guiding her legs over his shoulders, he braced his hands on either side of head.

"I can't," she whined, hands flailing before finally catching his biceps. They rippled beneath her palms. "It's too much…"

"You can do it. I need you to cum on my dick one more time." He suddenly pulled out, and she felt the tip of his dick glide along her slit. When it rubbed against her clit a newfound thrill rippled through her. AJ smirked, knowingly, and drew back so he could do it again. "See? You can do it, little girl. Come on… Cum again for daddy."

"I—" She broke off with a ragged whine as his cock slammed into her. A hand moved to her shoulder, then along her side, briefly squeezing her hip before clutching her ass. The touch kept her still, vulnerable to his exquisite torture. Spurred on by his encouraging words, she whimpered as her body seized up. "Daddy!"

"Yes, yes, just like that…" The words seemed far away despite his face being right in front of hers. He let go of her ass, pinning her to the mattress, hands grabbing her arms while his body jerked.

Weak, unable to do anything but lie beneath him, panting, she stared at his face. She whispered his name faintly, throat raw. "Daddy," she practically purred, surprising herself. She tightened around his cock, watched his lips form her name. "Daddy," she said again, suddenly and inanely aware that her legs were sweating. "Cum inside me…"

"I'm goin' to," he promised, his breath a strained whisper.

"Fill me up," she went on, forcing her shaking hands to move. They paused at his neck, where she enjoyed the wild thrum of his pulse, then slid into his hair. "Fill me up, daddy…"

"Fuck," he growled, pressing his face to the side of her neck. Breath, hot and damp, rushed from his mouth.

"Please," she begged, holding onto his hair and squeezing his dick. Throwing her head back when his teeth sank into the curve of her neck, she pleaded with him again and again until he thrust into her one final time. A muffled roar came from him as his cock throbbed inside her, and she gasped, able to feel each burst of cum. He bit down harder, forcing his cock deeper, then dropped his forehead to her chest.

Within seconds he was slowly sitting back, kissing her before doing so. He eased his cock out, their gasps mutual. Gently, he guided her legs down, hands caressing her thighs. She watched his movements, watched his face, boosting herself upright in hopes of finagling another kiss. He allowed her one, hands still stroking her thighs, and broke the kiss when she shivered. Looking down, he smirked, and her lips parted in surprise as his index finger swiped up her slit. "Your pussy couldn't hold it all, little girl," he murmured, raising his hand.

She grinned, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean. She drew it into her mouth and sucked to make sure she got every bit of his tasty cum. "Mm," she moaned, giving his finger one final suck before letting it slide from her mouth. "It tastes good."

"You think I'd give my little girl somethin' that didn't taste good?" he challenged, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She shook her head, giggling when he pushed her back down and covered her. His kiss remained gentle, and his hands soothed all the places he had grabbed and squeezed just moments before. Lifting his head, he shifted so he lay next do her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm great," she assured, limbs heavy and body exhausted. He tucked his arm around her waist and drew her close, lips brushing her forehead. "Seriously, AJ, that was amazing."

"It was," he agreed, lips staying on her forehead. Fingers smoothed her hair, then touched where he'd bitten. "I didn't hurt you?"

"Only the good kind," she murmured, humming softly when he dipped his head to kiss the curve of her neck. Secure in his embrace, she could only smile stupidly when he tucked one leg over hers, half covering her. Cupping his cheeks, she tugged until his lips returned to hers, offering a gentle kiss of appreciation. "I knew it would be… But I didn't dream that… Honestly, I've never cum so hard or so many times."

"You're welcome." He continued to smooth her hair, one finger curling in the locks, and tilted her head so he could kiss her forehead yet again. "You sure I didn't hurt you?"

"Positive." Lightly rubbing the back of her neck, she heard his appreciative sigh. "Since it's still my birthday, can I make one little request?"

"What's that?"

"Will you stay?" She wanted – needed – him to. Just so she could feel his arms around her a little longer. Just so she could fall asleep, safe and secure, tucked next to him. And so she could wake up the same way. So she would know in the morning that it hadn't been some fantastic dream. Nuzzling his neck, she prayed he would say yes. Even if it was just to indulge her. "Please?"

"Little girl, I'm not goin' anywhere."

Extraordinarily pleased, she tucked her head under his chin. "Thank you… Daddy."

He leaned away briefly, and an instant later the room was bathed in darkness. His arms wrapped tighter around her. "Happy birthday, little girl."

"It certainly was," she whispered. She thought briefly of the covers, now rumpled and out of her reach. But she made no move to try and get them, still heated from so many orgasms. Besides, she doubted he would let her get cold.

As though reading her mind, he pulled one arm from her and reached, then drew the covers up over her, making sure she was securely tucked in before draping his arm around her waist.

Soothed by his kisses and his closeness, she let her eyes drift closed. His heartbeat was steady and strong against her cheek. "Good night," she murmured, smile pulling at her lips when he returned the words.

Then, just as she was about to fall asleep, his voice broke the silence. "You did save a piece of cake for me, didn't you?"

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Siren (2/4)

Here’s chapter 2. I’ve had some (friendly) complaints that chapter 1 was too short and to those people I apologize because this is no better. I didn’t think the story worked if I did it in one long post, but breaking it up in quarters does mean smaller servings. Sorry! If it’s any consolation I am currently finishing chapter 3 and it’s set to be (a smidgen) longer. (Not to mention my favourite chapter so far ;) ) As always, thank you for reading and for all the kind words/likes/reblogs! They make my heart happy :)

Part 1

It had been a week since the kiss on the cheek, but the simple gesture had Finn floating ever since; his hope lifting him like helium. His meet ups with Rae had gotten more frequent, the banter had reached rom-com level, and Finn’s fancy was at the point of daydreaming about cute dates and night thinking about horizontal kisses.

He’s on his way to work, ridiculously happy, having just escorted Rae to the tube station. By some gift from the universe she had been early today, and they had been able to actually sit and drink their tea. His smile grows impossibly larger as he thinks about how they’d been discussing music; her arguing with him so animatedly that she’d knocked over the sugar bowl and had to sweep the fallen crystals from his thigh. He gets a tingle in his fingers as he remembers how he’d tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before wrapping her up in a lingering hug. She smelled like apples and Finn’s mouth had watered at having her so close. After that he knew brief touches weren’t enough and he had felt the urgency to finally ask her on a date. She had blushed and, in true Rae fashion, teased him about having to “check her schedule to make sure she wasn’t already going out with some other bloke”. He knew it was just to push his buttons but he’d held his breath anyway. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dozen lads wrapped around her finger. In the end though she had agreed, leaving him with her phone number and an increased pulse. Finn’s not ashamed to admit that as soon as she was out of sight his body had done an celebratory joyful jig in the middle of the pavement for all pedestrians to see. He’s still grinning ear to ear as he walks into the locker room of the fire hall.

“Oh, I know that look! Saw the girl today, didya?” Chop yells from the other side of the room. “You realize you look like a lunatic with that face? People ain’t gonna trust you to lead them out a fire when you’re smiling like the fucking Joker.”

“Shove off, Chopper.”

“‘Ey mate, I’ll shove off when you grow some blimmin’ bollocks and ask the lass out. Archer and I got a bet going. He reckons it’s within the month and I say it’ll be a week from never!”

“What makes you think that?” Finn asks, suiting up.

“Mate, usually with the ladies you’re in and out…literally.” Chop pauses to make his brows dance lewdly. “But you’ve been going on about this girl for ages and nothing’s happened. She’s got you all twisted up. Face it, you’re meant to wank not spank with this one.”

“What’s the wager?”

“A night of drinking at the pub.”

“Well I hope Archie’s liver is ready, ‘cause I got a date this weekend.” Finn winks and saunters out of the room.

Chop’s hot on his heels and he claps him on the shoulders. “Fucking finally! Now you gonna tell me her name or do I keep calling her the 'pussy unicorn’?”

Finn shoots him a scowl and shakes out of his grip. “First of all, never call her that again.” He points a warning finger at Chop’s chest. “Second, it’s exactly that kind of shit that makes me want to tell you nothing.”

“So serious, Finny boy!” Chop holds his hands up to placate him. “This lass has really done you in, ey?”

“Mate, you don’t even know. I haven’t even kissed her yet and I’m half in love.”

Chop stops walking and pulls Finn back. “Love?! Fuckin’ hell. If she’s got you thinking of the L word she is definitely a mythical creature. Scratch 'pussy unicorn’, how about 'sex siren’?”

Finn considers that, tilting his head to the side. “She is pretty fucking sexy.”

“Yes then! Now she just has'ta stay interested in you long enough for her to meet the gang. Think you can manage that lad?”

“Don’t worry, if it’s up to me, she’s gonna be around for a long time.” Finn wiggles his eyebrows and pushes Chop off him.

“Alright, then when are you gonna bring her 'round?”

“Dunno! Week from never?” Finn shouts over his shoulder as he walks forward.

Chop throws a pair of gloves in his direction. “Yeah you better hope so knobhead! The stories I could tell her!” Chop yells after Finn who’s moved to the next room.

Finn pops his head back into the hallway. “Alright, a month from never then.”

Rae adjusts the needle on her record player and tries to busy herself with tidying up her crates of vinyl. It’s completely non-laborious; she is literally only moving her fingers and shifting from foot to foot, yet she feels the gentle sheen of sweat on her brow. She’s aware of how unfit she is, but even this is ridiculous. Cause to blame? Finn fucking Nelson.

It’s Saturday, and their date is supposed to start in precisely 37 minutes but she’s been ready for ages. At this rate though, she’s going to need another shower and a change of clothes. She can’t help it, the sweating. Finn makes her so nervous she feels like she’s caught in his own personal fire; of which only he can put out. That leads to thoughts of him in uniform, which leads to her imagining peeling said uniform off, which leads to images of them both naked and glistening with more than just sweat. Yep, definitely another shower. A cold one.

She glances at the clock again and scolds herself for counting minutes. On the outside she’s been bold and flirtatious, but on the inside she is completely bricking it. Rae’s still stunned that this hunky, sweet, funny, frustratingly irritating, fucking firefighter is interested in her. She’s convinced he belongs in those calendars women claim to buy “for charity” where he’s topless under the suspenders and posing suggestively with his hose, not in a tiny tea shop flirting with the chubby girl who spills everything. Fuck, imagine that. 12 months of Finn in various states of undress. That hose wouldn’t be necessary with the literal flood in her knickers.

Looking at the clock again she thinks sod it, she’ll leave now and take the long way to the shop where they’re supposed to meet before she’s completely dehydrated from perspiration and arousal.

Rae pauses after exiting the lift. She’s surprised to say the least when she spies Finn on the other side of the glass doors of the foyer. He’s pacing back and forth, brows furrowed, as he mutters to himself. He fails to notice when she tentatively pushes through one of the doors, and now she’s close enough to hear his words.

He seems to be giving himself a personal pep talk, as she hears him say “Alright, calm the fuck down. She’s just a girl. A girl you can’t stop thinking about, but still. A human woman, not like a unicorn or mermaid or whatever the fuck Chop keeps calling her. A beautiful, funny, music loving human with…amazing tits - SHIT. Do not say that in front of her!” He shakes his hands at his sides, as if trying to loosen tension in them, and screws his eyes shut as he continues his monologue. “Just say, 'hey Rae, wanted to come pick you up’. No, too eager. 'I just happened to be passing by’…no. She knows you live on the other end of the road, knob'ead.” Finn’s shaking his head at himself, as he glances at his watch. “Fuck, still so early. Alright maybe another circle around the block…”

Rae bites her lip and chuckles, flattered and charmed by how flustered he seems. The sound makes Finn’s head snap up and his eyes fly open in alarm.

“Rae! Shit, uh. Hey. Er…I was just…um…” he trails off, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, face and ears and collar all burning brightly.

God, what a sexy dork. “Hiya,” Rae answers, her own cheeks crimson. She feels bad for embarrassing him, but his display of nerves - for her of all people - has lessened her own anxiety. “Thought we were gonna meet at the cafe?”

“Right yeah, we were…but I…” Finn clears his throat and looks down at his feet. He takes a deciding breath before admitting, “look, I was excited for the date and I just…couldn’t wait to see you. Hope that’s okay?” Finn’s voice is bashful and the tail end of his sentence is so endearingly tentative that Rae is surprised she doesn’t drag him in the building and throw him on her bed.

“Yeah. It’s definitely okay.” She gives him an encouraging smile and Finn beams as he walks to bring them closer.

“At least I got all the embarrassment out of the way, yeah?” Finn chuckles awkwardly.

“I don’t know, Finn. The date has barely started. Did it feel like enough for the whole evening?” Rae teases, bumping shoulders with him as they begin to walk.

Finn huffs a breathy laugh out of his nose. “Trust me, it feels like enough for our entire relationship. That just became my new answer to when people ask what my 'most embarrassing moment’ is.” He shakes his head at himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watches his feet.

“Hmm…and how long do you plan for 'our relationship’ to last?” Rae asks cheekily, using air quotes around the term.

Finn turns a deeper shade of red and begins to stammer “wha- I. I just meant…well -”

“I’m just teasing Finn,” she assures him, before looping her arm with his. “If it helps I thought it was cute.”

Finn stops walking and turns to face her. “Really?” He’s sucking his bottom lip and his eyebrows have vanished behind his hairline and Rae doesn’t understand how he can’t see that everything he does is devastatingly cute.

She nods shyly and drops her arm from his, only for Finn to grab her hand and intertwine their fingers. The gesture catches her off guard and her breath stutters, but she clears her throat and answers, “yeah, but I’m still glad it was you and not me.”

“Right.” Finn laughs as they begin walking again. “If it was you, you might have made me hopeful that you really fancy me.”

Rae hums through her lips that she’s pressed together to stop from smiling too wide, and gives his hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. There’s hope.”

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