#so i hope y'all enjoy! i bashed this out in literally an hour and a half lol
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Devoured
Rating: E
Pairing: Gale x female!Reader
Additional Tags: Overstimulation, cunnilingus, praise kink, cock warming, aftercare, second person POV
Word Count: 1.8k
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You thought it would be a great anniversary gift, letting Gale tie you up and do whatever he pleased with you. What you didn't expect (foolishly, in hindsight) was for "whatever he pleased" to mean spending literal hours using that practiced tongue of his to take you apart.
Inspired by this post from the always delightful @naughtybg3confessions
“You're sure you're alright with this?”
“Yes, Gale,” you insist with a small laugh. “I am the one who suggested this, remember?”
“I know, I know. I just want to make sure.” He finishes tying the soft length of fabric around your wrists, securing them to the headboard above you. “How is that? Comfortable? Not too tight?”
You pull at the restraints, testing them. “Feels good,” you confirm. “Secure, but not too tight.”
“Good.” He smiles and leans down, kissing you gently.
“Well, your anniversary present is all tied up in a bow for you,” you say with a devious grin when he pulls away. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. Do your worst.”
“Be careful what you wish for, my love. I just might grant it,” he teases. He kisses you again, but his mouth quickly strays away from yours, moving over your jaw, down your neck, to your chest. He teases at your nipples, mouth on one, fingers on the other, lingering briefly before continuing his path down.
“Gale,” you sigh, half pleased and half exasperated, “this is supposed to be about your pleasure.”
“Trust me my love,” he replies, smirking against your skin, “it will be.”
You huff out another breath, letting your head drop back. You’ll indulge him for now. Besides, you think at the first warm press of his mouth to your center, you would never truly complain about getting to have his mouth on you.
He pauses briefly to grab a spare pillow and position it under your hips, raising them higher for easier access. He pulls your legs up, resting your thighs over his shoulders, and kisses one of them before turning his attention back to your cunt, where your arousal is already obvious.
“Always so wet for me,” he sighs appreciatively. “So eager.”
“Always for you, my love.”
He beams up at you, all love and wonder and pride. “Truly, I could ask for no greater gift than you.”
He leans in, licking from your entrance up to your clit, humming his pleasure. He licks a few more times like this, broad strokes of his tongue, savoring you, and you settle back into the warm, familiar pleasure. You moan in encouragement as he slips his tongue into you, his nose pressing against your clit. Yes, you can certainly let him do this for a while. Since he’s insisting.
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You fear you’ve miscalculated. You really should have known better than to underestimate Gale. There are tears running down your face. Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning. You would try to squirm away from the inescapable, overwhelming pleasure of his tongue, his lips, his fingers, but you’re too tired at this point from doing so for the last... how long has it been? Two hours? Three? More? You’ve lost track, just like you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come against his relentless mouth. He gives another calculated thrust of his fingers, another hard suck to your clit, and you cry out, overstimulation bringing the pleasure near the edge of pain.
“Please, Gale, please, I can’t,” you pant. He looks up, but doesn’t pull his mouth more than an inch away from you.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Gods, but his warm breath against your soaked flesh makes you shiver. You can only bring yourself to whine.
“I need your words, love. Do you want me to stop?” he asks firmly.
You work to catch your breath and try to remember how to form words.
“No,” you finally manage to whimper. “Don’t stop.” You see the corners of Gale’s eyes crinkle with his smile.
“Good girl,” he murmurs before diving back in. You sob, overwhelmed, as he continues his sweet torture, lapping at your cunt like a man starved as though he hasn’t been devouring you for hours. Your hips twitch weakly as you feel the pressure impossibly begin to mount once more, building under his skilled attention. You flutter around him and he moans, the vibrations pulling another sob from your throat.
“That’s it, lovely,” he murmurs as he works you. “One more. You can give me one more can’t you?”
You shake your head, but the rest of your body tells a different story, your legs twitching beyond your control where they rest over his shoulders, hips bucking without rhythm.
“I think you can,” he continues. “I think you can have another for me. Let me taste the sweetness of your pleasure once more.”
You moan, high and strained, as your body moves ever closer to that precipice. You feel delirious, on the edge of madness as much as the edge of pleasure. Gale is ruthlessly efficient as he pushes you on, sucking and licking your clit eagerly as his fingers rub precisely at the spot inside you that makes your head spin. The choked sound you make as you finish once again is somewhere between a whimper and a sob. Gale groans deeply as you clench weakly around his fingers, muscles too tired for more than a weak, fluttering orgasm. He laps at you softly, working you through it with loving tenderness. Finally, he pulls away. You whine helplessly at the feeling of his fingers sliding out of you. He sucks them clean, then presses a few kisses to your shaking thighs before moving up your body to hover over you. His face is soaked from nose to chin, lips and beard glistening with your slick. He kisses you hotly, and the usual taste of him is completely drowned out by the taste of your own arousal. He runs a warm hand up your arm and rubs gently at your wrists.
“How are your hands?” he asks gently. “Still alright? Can you move them for me?”
It takes a long moment for your addled brain to process his question, but with some effort you manage to wiggle your fingers.
“F-fine,” you stutter weakly. “They’re fine.”
He pulls the fabric up slightly, inspecting the skin. You don’t know what he sees, but he seems to be satisfied with it because he nods once, then turns his attention back to your face. He kisses your cheeks with a gentleness that nearly makes you cry again, and wipes the remaining wetness from them with his thumbs.
“You’re so lovely,” he murmurs. “So beautiful. You’re doing so well. So good for me. My good girl. My sweet, wonderful girl. Taking everything I give you so perfectly. Letting me drink my fill of you. Making such pretty sounds for me while I taste you to my heart’s content. Falling apart so beautifully for me, over and over. Do you think you can take a bit more for me, my good girl? You can say no,” he says, seeing the hesitation in your eyes. “I would love to be inside you, but we can stop if it’s too much.”
You swallow hard, considering for a few seconds. Slowly, you nod.
“I can take it,” you rasp. “I can take you.”
The heat in his eyes causes your already shaky breath to catch.
“So good for me,” he whispers. “I don’t know what I could ever do to deserve you. I love you so much.”
He shifts, his hardened cock — gods you imagine it must be aching at this point — sliding through your soaking folds and catching at your entrance. You try to breathe steadily as he pushes forward, sliding into you without resistance. He moans as he buries himself in you to the hilt, nosing into the crook of your neck and breathing you in.
“You feel divine,” he praises against your skin. “Better than divine. You are perfection itself. I could stay like this for hours.”
He sighs contentedly, and doesn’t move. Your mind, sluggish as it is now, kicks up a gear. It has to be a turn of phrase. He can’t actually mean...
You feel him shift slightly. He props himself up with one arm, while the other slides between you. He presses his thumb against your lips and you let it in on instinct, sucking lightly on the tip of it. He grins.
“Such a good girl.”
He pulls his thumb out and brings the hand down, down, down your body. It slides briefly against your entrance where he’s stretching you open, and he groans. Then it slides up and starts rubbing softly, maddeningly over your clit.
“Gale?” You can’t manage more than a whisper.
“Shhh... Just a few more, my love,” he soothes. “I want to feel you come around me at least thrice before I’m done with you.”
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You open your eyes, blinking a few times as you try to get your bearings. Gods, you must have actually blacked out for a moment. Gale is still above you, panting heavily, his face pressed against your shoulder. You whimper as you feel him twitch inside you, the feeling well and truly overwhelming at this point. He groans and pulls out of you as gently as he can. He presses a kiss to the mark he’d apparently sucked into your shoulder and turns to look at you, one hand coming up to brush a sweaty lock of hair from your forehead.
“Alright my love?”
You nod weakly.
“Are you sure?”
You nod again. “Y-yes. Good.”
“Good,” he breathes. “You are spectacular. Wonderful beyond words.”
He moves to untie your wrists. Once he does he rubs them gently, then down your arms, massaging the sore muscles.
“Do you need some water?”
You nod, more emphatically this time. He helps you sit up and takes a glass from the nightstand. He holds it to your lips, helping you to drink. Once you’ve had your fill, he reaches over for a soft cloth that was next to the glass. He moves to clean you, but you flinch when the cloth touches your thigh.
“Too much,” you manage.
“Ah. Of course. Apologies, my love” He puts the cloth away, instead muttering a quick prestidigitation, cleaning both you and the sheets with a wave of his hand. He looks as though he means to say something else, but you yawn, and he simply smiles fondly.
“Need some rest?”
“Gods, yes.”
He chuckles and helps you lay down, pulling you into a warm embrace. He rubs your back soothingly and nuzzles into your hair.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “My good, sweet girl. I love you so dearly.”
“Love you too,” you mumble, already halfway back to unconsciousness. You feel him smile against you and place a kiss to the top of your head.
“And I’m so grateful that you do. Now, get some sleep, my love.”
You sigh in agreement, and it takes no time at all for his steady breathing and comforting warmth to lull you into what just might be the deepest sleep you’ve ever had.
#bg3 fanfic#bg3 fanfiction#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x reader#gale x reader smut#my writing#hotter than a fireball#idk what it was about this one but my hyperfocus got me in a chokehold and wouldn't let go until i wrote this whole thing#so i hope y'all enjoy! i bashed this out in literally an hour and a half lol
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Keep me comin', keep me goin'
Part of my Birthday Bash!
Request: “tell me what you want, baby.” Prompt with Roy Kent
Roy Kent x Reader
0.9k words
Warnings: Language, Dom!Roy returns, fingering and oral (f receiving), dirty talk, overstimulation
Author's Note: Decided to end my birthday blurbs with a bang (literally 🤭)! Thank you to everyone who sent in requests and birthday wishes! I absolutely love y'all ❤️ Please enjoy the filth from my Roy Kent-filled imagination!
Tears streamed down your face as you squirmed. Not that your wiggling would do you any good; Roy had made sure the handcuffs he’d locked to your wrists were secured to the headboard, preventing you from moving away from his mean mouth and hands.
How long had you been lying in bed like this? Half an hour? An hour? Two? You’d lost track of time just like you’d lost count of how many orgasms Roy had drawn from your shaking body. He’d come home from training with a dark look in his eye, the look you knew all too well, and had coaxed you into the bedroom, out of your clothes, and onto your back. In a flash, he had you restrained and coming on his fingers. And coming again. And again.
Roy, still fully clothed, smirked down at you as he watched tears fall from your eyes. “What’s wrong, darling?” he purred mockingly, sending yet another shiver down your spine as he wiped away a tear. “Tell Roy why you’re crying so much.”
All you could do was pout at him, hoping your wet eyes would convince him to take his pants off and give you what you really wanted: his cock. He knew. Of course Roy knew; he knew your body better than anyone you’d ever met, even better than you knew it.
He reached down and rubbed your soaking pussylips gently; even his soft touch was enough to have you jerking in response. “Aw, does she hurt?” he cooed. When you nodded desperately, his eyes gleamed with lust. “Does she need a kiss?”
“No,” you whimpered, your spreading legs betraying you. “Too much.”
“Shh.” Roy crawled back down your sweating figure to position himself between your shaking thighs. “I bet a little kiss will make her feel all better.”
His lips had barely brushed against your sopping folds, but the contact immediately brought a strangled moan from your mouth. Even with your thighs attempting to close around his face, Roy stayed where he was, lazily kissing your cunt and letting your slick spread over his beard. He grunted contentedly as he flicked his tongue against your slit; you could feel the vibration though your entire body.
He removed himself only a breath away from your core, looking up at your pathetically limp figure with mock sympathy. “Do we like that?” The little cry you let out had him chuckling darkly. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
If only you could. You’d be asking for his cock, the way you had earlier, when you could still form words. You’d be begging for him to fill you up, spilling into you until his cum was leaking out of your now devastated pussy. But, after what felt like days of Roy’s mouth brutally attacking your cunt, and his fingers roughly fucking you, you forgot how to speak. At this point, you couldn’t remember what you’d had for breakfast or who you’d spoken to at work. All you could think of was Roy and his mouth and his hands and how fucking badly you needed to feel his length throb and spill inside you. Yes, you thought. That would make everything better: Roy’s hard cock.
You tried to speak, to ask him to fuck you, but all that came out was a pathetic little sob.
How did Roy’s smirk become more devilish? “Need my girl to use her words,” he tutted. “If not, I’m just going to have to guess what she wants.” He pinched the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, chuckling at your pitiful whimper. “No? Alright, guess we’ll just keep going until you remember your manners, darling.”
You cried out when you felt two of Roy’s fingers begin sinking into you. The mix of pleasure and pain set your skin on fire as your hips bucked up; despite the agony, your body still wanted more of Roy, whatever he was willing to give you. Roy attached his mouth to your pulsing clit and began flicking the tasty little bud with his tongue. When his teeth grazed against your little sweet spot, your vision began to go fuzzy. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
“Roy,” you managed to moan, tugging on the handcuffs that prevented you from touching him. It was just as well, because you weren’t sure what you’d do if you could use your hands: push his face away from your aching cunt or pull him further into the soaking mess he’d made between your legs.
“Come on, baby,” he grunted, adding a third finger inside your fluttering walls. “I said, tell me what you want.”
As he moved away from your clit to bite your thigh, you finally found the ability to hazily utter two syllables: “Fuck me.”
His fingers continued their mean assault as Roy’s tongue returned to your clit. “There’s my girl,” he praised. He pressed a harsh kiss to your clit, cherishing the way your body spasmed. “Alright, darling, I’ll fuck you,” he conceded.
Finally, you thought. The one thing you wanted, the thing that would surely make your tender cunt all better, would finally be yours.
But the mean smirk on Roy’s face told you it wasn’t going to be that easy. “One more,” he urged with a dark wink. “Gimme one more, babe. And then I’ll give you my cock, alright?
Fuck. Could you manage another orgasm? Your entire body was shaking, coated in sweat. But Roy’s brown eyes were full of desire, and you could feel his clothed cock against your leg. And oh, fuck, his fingers were dragging expertly against your walls, hitting that spot that had your fuzzy vision going white.
“One more,” you echoed dizzily as pleasure and pain mixed between your legs. “One more.”
Roy moaned as he felt your arousal begin to drip down his wrist. “That’s right, darling,” he cooed. “One more, and I’ll fuck you stupid. That’s a fucking promise.”
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okay so. wow hi.
so this was inspired by me ranting to my friend (like an absolute insane person) so shoutout to vanny for letting me rant to it for like... literally four or five hours just going on and on about aphmau and the insane journey that ive taken myself on (rewatching MCD and PDH/Mystreet)
i dont know how far this blog is going to get but itll be fun and im going to take y'all along for this ride with me.
hopefully someone, somewhere will find this entertaining
so this is just your precautionary post:
THIS BLOG IS ABOUT REWRITING *JUST* PDH AND MYSTREET! i dont know about rewriting mcd because i find less major flaws in it.
i actually havent even caught up completely with mystreet and i doubt i ever will so i have my lovely friend to help me fill in the gaps that i missed. maybe one day ill sit down and force myself to rewatch it but i doubt ill ever get to that point
i am a huge aarmau hater. like. absolutely massive. even without the weird subtextual about Jason and Jess' real life relationship, ive always heavily disliked the ship
THIS IS NO HATE TO JESS' ORIGINAL SERIES. if you like the OG series, thats okay! im not hating her writing (okay thats kind of a lie, im hating it a little bit because sometimes im just like "what the fuck, jess" or bashing it in any way, shape, or form, but this is how *im* going to do things
not everything is going to be the same (obviously) and some things will either completely be written out or changed heavily (for example, Ein and Aphmau are not siblings in this rewrite because again "What the FUCK, Jess"
and lastly, this isnt going to be the PG happy go lucky PDH/Mysteet. its not going to get super insane but its going to you know. be more grounded in reality so its going to be more teen/young adult targetted. thats your warning!!
okay! thats it. i hope you enjoyed this insanity and i hope this makes the two people that really wanted a random 17 year old really happy
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So Good to Me
Words: 9.3K
Warning: Mentions of alcohol, heavy drinking, drunkenness, mention of piss play (just banter, nothing actually happens), handjobs, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unmentioned but obvious praise kink, Binnie is a subby baby boy, blowjob, ass play and fingering (male receiving), oral and fingering (gender neutral receiving), no condom (condoms are boring in smut but, as always, Practice Safe Sex!).
A/N: hey, I’m back with another self-indulgent fic, surprise surprise! it’s my ult of ults birthday so imma do what I want, leave me alone! but uh yeah, here’s some subby baby boy Binnie to get you through your day ;) and the biggest ‘Happy Birthday’ to the boy that ultimately has my heart ❤❤❤❤❤ I love you to the moon and back, darling! oki, you can enjoy now hehe
My Koala 🐨💛: We're going out tonight
You: "Out" as in out to a club to drink and dance until the wee hours of the morning?
My Koala 🐨💛: What else would I mean??
My Koala 🐨💛: I can feel you rolling your eyes… what?
You: It's just...do you want to wake up with a hangover on your birthday?
My Koala 🐨💛: Eh, I'll be fine. We're all chilling tomorrow anyway, so I'll be close to aspirin and something to puke in at all times. It's a win-win!!
You: If you say so!
My Koala 🐨💛: I do say so.
My Koala 🐨💛: Why do you keep rolling your eyes at me?? 😤
You: Lol you have some kind of sixth sense or something?
My Koala 🐨💛: Yes one especially for eye-rolling
My Koala 🐨💛: Now be here at eight sharp, or we're leaving without youuuu
You: Leaving without me, my ass! Half of y'all won't even be ready by eight sharp! I'd bet money on it, but I'm not going to on the off chance I lose because I am not paying you on your birthday or the day before for that matter!
My Koala 🐨💛: Would you pay me if I gave you a lap dance?? 👀👀👀
You: WTF why am I even friends with you?! 😂😂😂
My Koala 🐨💛: Shut up you love me 😏
You: mhmm see you at 8
Cheeks burning at Changbin's blatant offer, you locked your phone and went to your closet to search for an outfit for the evening. The image in your head was far from innocent which somehow ended up influencing the articles of clothing you pulled out, a rather raunchy ensemble laid out on your bed only moments later.
Good grief, it's like I'm applying for a job as a stripper at the club! What has gotten into me?!
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you quickly shoved the offending materials onto the floor and restarted your search. After all, you were just going out with your friends to celebrate your best friend's birthday. No one was setting out to get laid or go home with anyone. Just good, clean (lol not) fun with friends! Nothing to worry about.
The outfit you ended up with was much more modest and less *cough* suggestive than what had originally laid out on your bed. You still felt and looked good, which, like the gentlemen they are, the boys were happy to shower you with compliments when you arrived at the dorm at 8 on the dot. Surprisingly, all but Felix and Jisung were ready to head out when you got there — something about Felix trying to perfect his makeup and Jisung not being able to find the particular pair of jeans he swore he just had to wear. He must have found them faster than expected because moments after you showed up, he ran out of his room screaming "Let's go! I wanna go get druuuuunk!" You shook your head and couldn't help but laugh when you noticed Chan's almost pained expression.
"Wait for me!" A quiet, sing-song floated from the bathroom before Felix strutted into the living room where everyone was gathered. He gasped and scurried over to you, making you twirl for him while he fawned over you, "You look amazing! I love your hair like that, it shows off your features so well!"
"Me?" You practically yelled, "Lixie, you look stunning! I should've had you do my makeup!" His cheeks rosied as you pouted slightly, a bashful smile curving his tinted lips.
"Next time! Besides, you don't need it one bit!" He booped your nose gently as he offered you the hidden compliment, and you scoffed before giggling sweetly.
"Oh, and you do?" You retaliated, adjusting a strand of his hair before softly tracing your fingertips over one of his cheekbones, marveling at his smooth skin and precious freckles, "I love when you let your constellations shine. You're so pretty, Lixie!" The small amount of blush Felix had applied to his cheeks only served to make his natural flush more evident. He shied away from your hand as you both giggled together.
"Alright, lovebirds!" Jisung shouted as he ushered Felix toward the door, "We've got a club to get to!"
"And a birthday to celebrate!" You added in, turning your attention to Changbin to jump on his back unexpectedly, "Hey there, birthday boy!" You softened your voice so as not to scream in his ear, and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he chuckled and gripped your legs to properly carry you. "Let's go!" You pumped your fist toward the door and cheers erupted from your little group as you set out for the night.
Starting off the night with multiple rounds of shots the moment you stepped foot into the club might not have been the best idea, but apparently some of the boys needed to loosen up before you all huddled together on the dance floor and jumped around enthusiastically to the pounding music that filled the stuffy room. Eventually, mini groups and duos broke off to dance separately and you soon found yourself moving to the beat with Felix's hands resting on your hips and your arms draped over his shoulders, giggling together under the strobe lights.
A few songs passed and you felt a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. "I'm not sure if it's the lights or not but Bin is looking a little green…" Felix suddenly joked, laughing lightly. He noticed the concern wash over your face as you worried about your best friend getting sick so early on and swiftly quelled your fears, "Green with envy." He clarified. Your eyes widened comically at his statement and you couldn’t hide your surprise.
“Binnie's jealous? Of who?" He chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward to mumble in your ear.
"Why don't you go ask him yourself?" The wink he gave you when he pulled back was what really caught you off guard. Everyone knew that your close friendship with Felix was strictly platonic, or at least you thought everyone knew. On the other hand, your minor (read: major) crush on Changbin wasn't common knowledge, or at least you hoped it wasn't, but by the look in Felix's eyes, something told you that you hadn't kept your secret well enough concealed. Instead of completely giving yourself away, you shrugged as nonchalantly as you could and muttered something about getting another drink before heading off, directly towards Changbin, who just so happened to be on your way to the bar.
"Binnie! I'm gonna get another drink! Come with me!" The expression on his face was sour but it softened dramatically when you cutely tugged on his arm. He didn't have a chance to protest before you were yanking him along with you. Finding a space at the bar, Bin stood next to you as you hopped up on an empty stool and waved the bartender over. You ordered something strong but refreshing since the packed bodies caused the humidity inside the building to be sky-high, while Changbin got a refill on his own drink, "You didn't think I was going to spend the whole night dancing with Lix, did you?" You teased your best friend when you noticed he was a little more sulky than usual.
"You," he paused and switched his weight to the opposite foot. "You looked like you were having fun."
"We were! But I got thirsty!" You hummed in response, while reaching for your drink. Holding up your glass, the liquid swirled gently, ice cubes tinkling sharply. "Not to mention, I wanted to see what the birthday boy was up to. I was missing my best friend a little, too, if I'm being honest." Changbin glanced up from where he had been staring into his glass, cheeks tinged pink and a smile slowly growing on his face.
“Missing your best friend, huh?"
"Yeah, have you seen him around? I saw a guy that looked like him, but he was far too sulky to be my best friend." You teased once more, snickering into your cup when Changbin immediately pouted. His face fell minutely and you quickly set your glass down on the bartop to take one of his hands in yours, "Oh, honey! Are you really not having a good time? We can always go home and watch movies and stuff ourselves with junk food if you'd rather do that. I don't want the birthday boy to be miserable!" You paused as Bin stared at you wide-eyed, mouth parted like he wanted to say something; when he didn't speak, you reached up to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes and continued, "I want my best friend to have the time of his life."
“As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Changbin's eyes were noticeably glassy and his smile soft. Heart fluttering a bit more wildly in your chest, you squeezed his hand.
"Are you sure you don't want to go home, Binnie? Whatever you want." He shook his head and smiled wider.
"Wanna stay here with you."
"In that case…” Your eyes glinted mischievously as you stood from your seat, "Dance with me." Changbin let himself be easily pulled along back towards the dance floor. Obvious and visible to everyone but you, he stumbled behind you like a puppy following his owner.
You drew him in close when you reached the center of the dance floor, laying the hand you held on your hip and guiding his other hand to your opposite side. He instinctively tugged you tighter into himself and you giggled as he began to mindlessly move with the music. Throwing your head back, you let yourself go, not noticing how Changbin was completely spell-bound by you, enamored with your every movement and utterly transfixed on you as a whole. You didn't hear him when he whispered, "This is exactly where I want to be. Always."
Hours later, your little group staggered through the door of the dorms, drunk off your asses and laughing hysterically at literally everything. Well, Chan was, well, emotional, to say the least, but he had all his friends to support him and cheer him up. You helped Seungmin (who was surprisingly on the less inebriated side of wasted, unlike most everyone else including yourself, but you were managing just fine) care for and tuck Chan into his bed. Between the two of you, you remembered to leave a trash pail near his bed along with aspirin and a big glass of water on his bedside table for when he woke up with his pretty much guaranteed killer hangover the next day. When you kissed his forehead, Chan, teary-eyed and sniffly, mumbled his thanks, "It'll be okay, sweetie. Get some sleep." He nodded cutely and snuggled into his pillow and within seconds, he was out like a light.
On your way to the living room, you heard Hyunjin whining from his own bed about needing something to cuddle while he slept. You happened to quite literally run into Jeongin who, by the look on his face, knew exactly what you were about to suggest. As you opened your mouth to speak, he held up his hand to stop you, "Alright, I'll go sacrifice myself. But if he ends up smothering me or strangling me in his sleep, just know I love you all."
"You're so dramatic!" You chuckled at the youngest as he turned towards Hyunjin's room, "Death by cuddles, what a way to go! Good luck, kiddo, and thanks for volunteering." The subtle smile over his features gave away the fact that he wouldn't mind 'sacrificing himself' one bit. Before heading for the couch, you took a detour to the kitchen for a glass of water, where, contrary to all expectations when walking into a kitchen at some ridiculously early hour of the morning, you found a body on the kitchen counter.
"Really, Minho?" You mumbled as you maneuvered around his foot that was hanging off one side. What was he doing? How did he manage to get himself up there and then promptly fall asleep—so many questions. All left unanswered since he was safe enough and you were too tired and not sober enough to care. So into the living room you went. Having lost Seungmin after you put Chan to bed, you were surprised to find him with Changbin and Felix, all snuggled up in a cuddle pile amongst various strewn about pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the couch. Felix let out a tired squeal when he spotted you and Seungmin pouted and made grabby hands while Changbin lazily smiled at you, clearly not even a minute away from nodding off. You giggled at the youngest, "I'll be there in a minute, Minnie." Crawling over a variety of bumps that could have been limbs or just pillows, you made your way over to Bin before he managed to fall asleep.
"Hey there, darlin'.” You breathed. He responded with blinking, droopy eyes, a sluggish smile still present over his doll lips, "It's way after midnight but I haven't had a chance to tell you yet." Changbin hummed and reached a hand out to touch your arm gently as you bent over him to whisper against his forehead, "Happy Birthday, Binnie,” where you pressed a sweet kiss. Bin sighed contentedly, eyes slipping closed as he subconsciously leaned into your touch, "Goodnight, birthday boy." By the time you had pulled away, he was already fast asleep. A few strands of hair had fallen in his eyes so you gently brushed them off his face as you admired his features fondly. Pulling yourself from the trance Bin had seemingly put you under, you carefully turned from his sleeping body to find Seungmin and Felix giving you looks. "What?" You asked defensively, honestly having forgotten they were even there. Seungmin sighed and shook his head and Felix just grinned.
"You kissed him wrong." Your incredulous expression caused him to snicker quietly, "Shoulda kissed him on the lips." Jaw dropping to the floor, you lunged for him.
"You better shut your mouth! I'll give you a kiss!" You taunted, grabbing his face and placing a big, wet kiss right on his cheek. He groaned and squirmed through his giggles. You pulled away and squished his chubby cheeks, "Cute! You're lucky you're cute."
"I second that," Seungmin agreed before whining and making grabby hands again. The three of you all cuddled around Bin, limbs thrown every which way despite being comfortable all close together, and let sleep overtake you. Seconds before you drifted into dreamland, you suddenly wondered where Jisung had gone off to. Apparently having wondered aloud, Felix grumbled a reply.
"Probably fell asleep in the bathtub or something. He's fine." You just chuckled fondly and shut your mind off, body quickly following.
Sunlight pouring in through the living room window eventually roused you from sleep, incessant pain immediately present behind your eyes as soon as you opened them, or, rather, struggled to pry them open. Faint groaning radiated from the blankets surrounding you and you honestly weren't sure if the sound was coming from you or from one of your sleeping companions, "Ugh, what time is it?" Seungmin mumbled before promptly being hit with something that sounded suspiciously like a medication bottle.
"Time for you to shut up and take some aspirin.” Came Minho's heavily annoyed voice from somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. You couldn't help but laugh, which hurt but that's beside the point, at him and the image of him sprawled out on the kitchen counter that you surprisingly vividly remembered from the night before.
"Sleep well, Min? I've heard kitchen counters don't really make the best beds, what do you think?" You teased, immediately shielding yourself just in case he decided to chuck something at you, too. He just grunted and grumbled under his breath, slinking out of the living room and away from the noise now that you and your little cuddle club were awake.
“Did he actually sleep on the countertop?" Seungmin asked, bewildered but chuckling quietly to himself and you shrugged.
"I don't know how long he stayed there, but he was out cold when I went to get a drink before I came in here last night." Felix erupted into a fit of giggles. You found yourself laying on his chest so his deep voice startled you slightly with its closeness.
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." Seungmin had presumably taken the aspirin Minho so delicately provided him with and he resumed his previous position and snuggled up to your back, sighing comfortably. Your legs were entangled with Changbin's and you took a moment to notice how quiet he had been.
"Kinda quiet over there, bean. You in a lot of pain?" You nudged one of his legs with yours and Changbin let out a barely audible complaint, but by the look in his eye, you could tell he was already feeling a little left out so you untangled yourself from your companions, provoking whines and multiple protests, and crawled over to your best friend. Wrapping your arms around his torso and nuzzling into his chest, you squeezed him close and threw a leg over his, "Better?" Changbin sounded more than satisfied when he sighed and mumbled into your hair.
"Much." You giggled fondly under his weight as he pulled you in even tighter.
"Clingy baby." Felix and Seungmin whispered to each other for a few seconds before launching themselves over yours and Changbin's bodies, all four of you laughing and groaning interchangeably.
"Too loud!"
"I need pain relief!"
"I'm starving my ass off!"
"I'm making pancakes! Come help me!" Chan's voice floated in from the kitchen and you all dragged yourself towards the prospective food. Much to your amazement, Jisung was sitting on one of the chairs at the table so you took the opportunity to tackle him in a back hug.
"Hey, bud. We kinda lost track of you last night. Where'd you end up sleeping?" He laughed warmly and hugged your arms tighter to his chest.
"I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the bathroom at first. I remember waking up in there at some point and then heading towards my room, but I must've passed out again before I got there because Chan found me slumped against a wall in the hallway when he came out to make breakfast." You, along with everyone else in the room, burst out laughing.
"Only you, Sungie. Only you," You teased him, gently rocking the two of you side to side. Jisung's cheeks reddened slightly but he just nodded and laughed along with you. Most everyone had varying degrees of hangovers but the group passed around the aspirin like the shots had been passed around the night before. Making breakfast was… to put it lightly, chaotic, but you all managed to formulate something edible and actually pretty decent. Breakfast in hand, your small group huddled around the TV to start the movie marathon that Bin had requested for his birthday.
You made it through two entire movies before some of the guys got antsy so video gaming was the next option to occupy the time. Vacillating between movies, board games, video games, and the occasional whining and competitive fighting, the day passed by rather quickly and soon, dinner time had come around. The birthday boy requested pizza, and a lot of it, so Chan ordered in and the meal arrived partway through another movie. Making it through the rest of that movie and another one, complaints of stuffed tummies and squawks of drink refill requests echoed throughout the living room, with bodies strewn about every which way and the infrequent snack wrapper or empty cup thrown at someone's head. Changbin was choosing the last movie of the night so Chan got everyone's attention, "Now's the time for bathroom breaks, drink refills and snack hoarding!"
"And if your name isn't Changbin, we aren't waiting for you before we play it!" Minho shouted at the scattering boys. You threw a mostly empty water bottle at the back of his skull.
“Don't be an ass, Min!" He just scowled at you as he rubbed the back of his head, prompting you to childishly stick your tongue out at him, "Your death glare doesn't work on me like it does on Hyunjin."
"Oh god!" Hyunjin shouted as he hesitantly trudged back into the room from grabbing a snack, “I heard my name. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry!" Minho gave him a conniving sneer, which only served to frighten him more.
“No, you're fine," You reassured the younger before turning to the evil one, kicking towards him as best you could with a chair and a body or two separating you from him, "Stop scaring him, he already looks like he's going to piss himself out of fear!"
“Maybe I want him to…" Minho muttered under his breath. You gaped at him while Chan flailed and rapidly shook his head.
"No! No discussion of kinks in the living room!" Chuckles and giggles filled the room and Changbin feigned annoyance through his laugh, “I'm leaving before this gets any weirder." You watched him, slightly concerned that maybe he was finished for the night and heading off to his room but he noticed your gaze and mouthed "bathroom" to assuage your worries. Some of the others must have caught on because Jisung snorted.
"What, you aren't gonna follow him to the bathroom? Have a little fun?" Internally, you were flabbergasted, but on the outside, you were cool as a cucumber.
"Nah, I think I'll leave the piss play to Minho and Hyunjin, but thanks for the offer. I'm sure you'd love to join them though, huh Sungie? Have a little fun, hmm?" You taunted right back, the boys hooting and hollering around you at Jisung being given a taste of his own medicine, the young man's cheeks reddened deeply in embarrassment. Chan was exasperated. Disgruntled. Livid. Whatever you choose to call it, Chan was peeved and he just sat with his head in his hands for a moment. When he raised his head, however, you could tell he wasn't actually as angry as he led on, perhaps significantly amused despite his facade of heavy irritation.
"I said, no kink discussion in the living room…” He struggled to get through the sentence without laughing and by then Changbin had returned, having missed the entire ordeal.
"What'd I miss?" he asked, shuffling in.
“Immaturity." You stated quickly before anyone else could get a word in to explain. Bin shrugged and lumbered over to you, instantly dropping into your lap and koala-ing around you.
He spoke lowly in your ear, "My head still hurts but I'd rather stay here with everyone instead of going off on my own for the rest of the night. Is it ok if I just rest my eyes for a little bit, please?"
"Of course, Binnie! You know I never say no to your cuddles! You stay here as long as you like, sweetie." You smiled warmly as you glanced down at him and he hummed contentedly and snuggled into your shoulder.
"Thank you." You felt Bin shiver against you slightly and asked if Jeongin could toss you a blanket from the pile next to him. He obliged and you draped the soft fabric over both your bodies and nuzzled into your koala as Minho pressed play on the movie. The pattern of Bin's breathing changed faster than you expected but you held him close while you watched the movie. After a while, he started to whimper and squirm in your lap. To try to soothe him back to sleep, you threaded your fingers through his soft strands while your other hand traced designs on his back over his t-shirt but he continued to fidget and murmur. The possibility that he was just uncomfortable and still in pain crossed your mind so you asked him quietly.
"Do you need more pain medication? Or maybe some water or an ice pack or something, baby?" As soon as the word "baby" left your mouth, Changbin whined in your ear and desperately rolled his hips, his hard-on suddenly very evident against your thigh, “Oh, baby's needy." You thought you were quiet enough so that just Bin heard you, but you heard a muffled gasp from the other end of the couch. In the corner of the room away from prying eyes, you thought you and Changbin had a little privacy but apparently your couch companions, Felix and Jisung, could hear you clearly if you talked in anything above a whisper. Thankfully, no one else could hear you for the movie. Bin kept fussing and wiggling around so, opting to ignore the sharp inhale, you continued to speak so that just Felix and Jisung could hear you but pretended to not know they could, "Alright, baby. Use my thigh."
Changbin resituated himself and started to rut, breathy moans and sighs spilled from his lips directly into your ear. Moments later, Bin began to gently kiss at your neck and ear before whining, "Need more. Please. ’s not enough."
You hummed, pleased with his small show of affection and prompted him to ask properly, "What does baby need?"
"Touch me, please, I need it, please touch me…” He slurred, gripping onto the front of your shirt.
"Hmm, where?" You wanted to make him say it, wanted to hear how it would sound coming out of his mouth, how he would sound begging for it.
"My cock. Please touch my cock. Hurts." Changbin mewled. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Felix clamp a hand over Jisung's mouth, muffling the moan he let out at the words Bin had said. Covered by the blanket, you took your time reaching down to where Bin wanted you to touch.
"You're such a good boy for me, begging without being told to. And so obedient, too." Bin was sniveling discreetly, unable to sit still while he waited to be touched, but the second your hand dipped into his sweatpants and wrapped around his stiff, leaking cock, all efforts at being quiet went out the window. He let out a sinfully deep moan, music to your ears, but relievedly, it seemed to be only audible to those of you that were seated on the couch, since none of the other boys seemed to notice at all nor paid you any attention, "Now baby has to be quiet, unless baby wants everyone to hear what we're doing." Bin's grip on your shirt immediately tightened, mewling softly and he reached down with his other hand to grasp your forearm as you slowly worked his cock. You took that particular moment to finally glance over at Felix and Jisung, who both looked bug-eyed and beet red when you made eye contact.
View obstructed by Changbin and the blanket draped over the two boys' laps, you couldn't see anything but you had a hunch that those facial expressions were because they thought they had just been caught with their hands down each other's pants, mixed with a little guilt from watching and listening to you and Changbin. You winked at the two of them and shot them a sly smirk as you bent your neck a little further to kiss at Bin's ear and asked the whimpering boy, "Feel good, baby?" Changbin whined and nodded in response, rutting harder into the hand that was fisting his cock. Maintaining eye contact with the two boys at the other end of the couch, you questioned Bin again, "Are you close?" Jisung nodded in answer to the question that wasn't even directed at him and you successfully resisted the urge to laugh or even smile.
Bin nodded vigorously against your shoulder and whimpered into your neck, "Yes, yes, I'm so close… Please, I need it, please, let me cum, I need to cum, please."
"Such a good boy for me!" You praised Changbin lovingly, and watched as Felix's brows drew together in pleasure and he dropped his head back against the couch, huffing out an almost silent groan, "Cum for me, baby." The noise Jisung let out when he came was somewhat odd and jarring, but no one paid him any mind considering random, bizarre noises weren't anything out of the ordinary. Felix managed to stifle his own groan with his free hand when he released. Bin, however, shuddered in your arms, silently biting his lip as waves of pleasure washed over him and he came hard, covering your hand in white and dirtying his briefs. You worked him through it, squeezing the head of his cock to milk out the last few drops as he twitched in oversensitivity. Once he had come down from his high, Changbin whispered a sweet "thank you" in your ear before placing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss on your jawline and immediately passed out from exhaustion. How you got three boys to successfully cum on command, you have no idea but, needless to say, it was a major confidence boost. You glanced back over at Jisung and Felix, who both looked nervous again, and chuckled under your breath, "We never have to speak of this if you get me something to clean my hand." Jisung nodded, dumbfounded, and got up too quickly – his feet became tangled in the blanket and down he went, ending up partially sprawled out over Jeongin's outstretched leg and the floor. Thankfully, both he and Felix had the forethought to tuck themselves back in before Jisung got up.
He sprang to his feet before Jeongin even had a chance to complain and whisper-shouted, "My nose is running," as a cover-up. When Jisung returned seconds later with a giant handful of tissues, Jeongin mumbled something about drowning in his own snot, but the older ignored him and made a show of wiping at his nose before discreetly passing the rest on to you and Felix. Credits eventually started to roll on the screen and some of the boys were stretching and yawning by then. You took the opportunity to gently rouse Bin, checking to see if he was feeling better and wanted to watch another movie or if he was headed off to bed for the night. He shuffled out of your lap and, in his baby voice, he giggled, "’m sticky." Changbin then took the blanket that had been draped over the two of you and wrapped it around himself like a cape.
The majority of the boys gave him funny looks at his comment but you laughed and provided an explanation, "You're like a furnace when you sleep and we had a blanket on so yeah, it's a little clammy to say the least." You received shrugs and nods in response, along with a few members echoing how warm Changbin gets when he sleeps.
Said boy's cheeks tinged pink and he chuckled softly, "Well, I might go sleep off the rest of this hangover even though it's still early. You guys can keep watching movies if you want, I don't mind." As you and the boys bid him goodnight and wished him a happy birthday again, he gave everyone a warm smile and waddled off to his room.
You silently hoped the rest of the boys would head to bed, too, since your bed was the couch and you really wanted to get off, wound up from the whimpering boy in your lap only moments before. Much to your dismay, the boys started to argue about what movie to watch next but Felix seemed to sense your restlessness and elbowed you. Turning to face him and Jisung, you couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks when images from before popped into your head. They looked like they felt similarly and almost like he read your mind, Jisung asked, "I got you tissues so we don't have to talk about this, right?"
You snorted, "Then why are you bringing it up?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and shrugged, trying to come up with an excuse but he just stuttered out random syllables. Felix giggled and you opened your mouth to poke fun at him but he held up a hand to silence you.
"Now's not a good time to bring up the fact that I have a 'good boy' kink, so don't say anything!"
Chan apparently suddenly acquired superhuman hearing, having jolted upright from lounging on the floor and pointed an accusatory finger at the three of you, "Hey, I said earlier, no kink discussion in the living room!" You, Felix, and Jisung all looked at each other before busting out laughing, figuring Chan had been completely unaware of all that had just gone down during the previous movie.
"Ah, blissful ignorance!" you quipped, nudging Felix in the side as you continued to laugh and Chan continued to give you the stink eye from across the room.
"Don't think I don't know what you all are up to!" The oldest chided, "I'm surprised you haven't run off to Changbin yet, considering what you two got up to during the movie." You blanched. Felix stiffened beside you when Chan continued, "And you two. Well, we're all kinda used to you by now but -"
"Get a room!" Minho shouted at the ceiling, body draped over a chair in what looked like a very uncomfortable position (but so is sleeping on the kitchen countertop, so to each their own).
You risked another glance at your couch companions but Lix just smirked and said, “I'm rooming with him tonight." He shrugged his shoulder in the direction of Jisung, "My bed's free, not that you'll need it. Have fun!" He winked and grabbed Jisung by the wrist to drag him off to the older's bedroom.
“Don't keep Hyunjin up all night!" You teased as they began to walk off. Hyunjin, sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, scoffed.
"I'm sleeping out here since now you're not."
"Don't let him fool you, he usually keeps us up all night!" Felix taunted back and Hyunjin just looked scandalized.
"Welp…” You tried and failed to act casual as you stood from the couch. "I'm uhh…"
Minho sighed overdramatically. "Don't worry, we're gonna blast this movie and then next one. For our own sake.” He added.
Standing in front of Changbin's bedroom door, you debated with yourself for several moments whether or not to knock first or to just slip in quietly. You ended up just walking in, figuring it was safe considering what had just transpired on the couch earlier. Bin was lounging on his bed, lying slightly on his side facing away from the door, attention focused on his phone. He most likely figured it was his roommate, Felix, walking in so he didn't make an attempt to look up. You moved to close the door, leaning your back gently against it until you heard the soft click.
"Hey," your voice was weak but strong enough to break the silence, somewhat startling to Bin, if his tiny jump was anything to go by. His head snapped over to look at you, eyes wide and uncertain, and mindlessly dropped the phone on the bed next to him. You offered him an easy smile to reassure him you weren't upset and he swung his legs over to sit at the edge of the bed.
"Umm, hi..." Changbin hesitated. He twiddled his thumbs, glancing around the room as he tried to explain himself, "I'm uhh… I'm sorry. About earlier. I tend to just… drop." He shrugged, "It doesn't happen very often. Not really sure why it happens now that I think about it… but yeah, sorry." You smiled warmly as you watched his blush deepen from a barely there pink to a sweet cherry red. Bin continued to avoid your gaze as you inched closer to him.
"Why are you apologizing, baby?" He visibly gulped as you kneeled on the bed between his thick thighs and nudged his cock gently, smirking at his nervousness, "I was going to punish you for cumming in your pants like a teenage boy…" you started and Changbin finally looked up, a little dazed. "But you were so good for me." You glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "It's not midnight yet. Do you still want your gift?" Bin nodded enthusiastically, which urged your smirk to widen and the powerful feeling in your chest bloomed bigger.
Lifting his chin up with one finger, you leaned in close, close enough for him to feel your breath dancing over his lips but not close enough to taste. "Let's see…" you paused, pulling away to trail your finger down to the center of his chest and push him back on the bed. "How many times…" you continued, immediately shoving his hoodie up and dragging your nails down his toned stomach before your fingertips dipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, your palm resting directly over his cock. "… I can make you cum before the clock strikes 12:01, shall we?" Changbin was propped up on one arm, lust-blown pupils closely following your every move as you tugged his sweatpants down just a few inches to expose the band of his briefs before stopping to make eye contact, "Answer me, baby. I need to know if you want this."
"Please…" He whispered, eyes imploring and desperate, hands already gripping tightly at the sheets on either side of him. You smiled minutely as he lifted his hips for you to drag his pants off completely. Bin instinctively spread his legs wider and relaxed them, his knees falling out to the sides when you crouched down. You took the opportunity to shove his right thigh up, tightly gripping a handful of flesh and squeezing, mesmerized, and tried to keep yourself from drooling over him.
"So pretty…" You breathed, not quite a whisper, but strained with desire. Your eyes followed the fingertips of your free hand as you traced the lines over his stomach before moving to gently squeeze at his side, thumb rubbing tender circles into his hip bone. Left hand unhurriedly trailing up his opposite side, you reached up to his chest to barely brush your fingertips over one his nipples but Bin reacted with a jolt, arching off the bed and he bit his lip to muffle a moan, "So sensitive.” You smirked to yourself, tweaking his nipple so that he let his voice out, whimpering sweetly, "That's it, let me hear you, baby."
Countless daydreams and nights spent longing for him and there he was with your hands on him, his eyes teary and begging for you, his body so responsive, and you couldn't help but feel that maybe you were just dreaming all over again, but Changbin whined softly and canted his hips, snapping you out of your reverie, and you met his eyes again. "Please…" He repeated his earlier plea as he wiggled around, trying to get you to touch him more.
"God." You practically whined yourself, "You're so fucking cute." You leaned over him and his eyes locked on your lips despite the evident embarrassment written all over his face, cheeks ruddy and tears threatening to spill, "So perfect." He made a noise that suspiciously sounded like he didn't agree but you felt his rough hand graze the skin of your cheek and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore. Lips met lips and Changbin melted into you immediately, fingers tangled in your hair, a floaty feeling overtook your senses. His kiss mirrored his clear and apparent feelings – desperation, hunger, need, and everything in between. You could feel yourself losing all sense of reality; your lips moving against his plush, doll-like ones, his fingers tugging at strands of your hair, his gasp when you nibbled at his lower lip, everything was hallucinatory. But you still wanted to tease him a bit more.
"Please…” Bin whispered again against your lips, "I need you." He emphasized his imploration by grinding his hard length against your thigh and clutched at your shirt frantically. You kissed him hard before trailing your lips over his jawline and down his neck, sucking in random places, just hard enough to not leave visible marks.
"I'm here, baby. I'm right here." Tugging at his hoodie, you signaled that you wanted to take it off so he leaned up to allow you to. Immediately, you continued your path of kisses over his collarbone and down his chest, stopping to lick and suck at each of his hardened nipples. Changbin arched into your mouth, a loud moan escaped his lips when your teeth scraped just so and he automatically clamped a hand over his mouth in shock, "Nuh uh, I want to hear you," you delicately dragged his hand away, fingers intertwining with his as you kissed further down his torso.
"But the others?" He panicked slightly, "They'll – Oh!" Bin jolted when you faintly nipped at the flesh of his hip and palmed his cock over his briefs.
You hushed him softly, "Shh, they're busy. Besides, I know it turns you on more to know they could hear you." He just huffed in response, not denying your accusation. Curling your fingertips under his waistband, you pulled his briefs down ever so slowly, loving how he whined at your pace. His dick sprang free from its confines and bounced back against his abdomen, right below his navel. Tossing his underwear off to the side somewhere, you traced your fingertips up his thighs to his hips, one hand resting there and while the other inched closer to where Changbin needed most. Poor baby was so impatient – you slapped his thigh when he whined about not touching him fast enough, which caused him to thrust into nothing and groan in pleasure, "Ah, a bit of a pain slut, aren't you, baby?"
"Nngh, yes..." He moaned when you slapped his other thigh. Changbin shuddered when your hand finally came into contact with his leaking cock. You wrapped your hand around him and squeezed gently – your thumb dug into his slit before you lifted it to show the strand of pre-cum connecting it to his cock, "You're so wet! Look at this, you're already making such a mess!" Again, he whimpered in response. Smearing the pre-cum over his skin, you began to pump his cock, gradually picking up speed. "Do you want to cum from my hand or my mouth?"
You were being generous in giving him the choice and he thanked you knowingly, "Whatever you want, I'm grateful for. Thank you."
"Good boy." Changbin keened, arching into the touch when you suddenly mouthed at his shaft. Tonguing at his slit, you moaned at his taste and took him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take more and more of him. Soon, your nose became buried in the soft curls at the base of his shaft, tongue diligently running over the bulging veins. Bin squirmed and fisted the sheets before reaching to thread his fingers through your hair.
“Fuck, your mouth! I-" A strangled moan abruptly cut off his words when you swallowed around him and his fingers tightened their grip in your strands. His tug at your hair was harsh, causing you to moan at the slight amount of pain. The vibrations from your throat only served to produce more overwhelming pleasure for Changbin and he writhed underneath you. You pulled away to lap at his balls, sucking each one into your mouth. He watched you like a hawk, dark eyes focused on you as you moved to kiss and suck at his perineum, whining all the while. One of his thighs in each of your hands, you pushed his legs up until you had better access to his pretty little hole. Licking a stripe over it, you smiled into Changbin's skin as he once again jolted and arched off the bed, "Jesus fuck! Oh my god!"
Moans began to pour from his lips as you licked, sucked, and nibbled at his rim. Bin threw his head back against the bed, panting heavily and breathed out your name, "Feels so fucking good!" When you started to fuck him with your tongue, he squirmed around so much, you had to hold him down, “Can't. I – Fuck!" The next time Changbin made eye contact, you could see that his tears had finally spilled over, leaving streaks down his plump cheeks. He was already lost in the pleasure, a daze clouding his eyes, but you weren't finished with him yet.
"I wanna pamper you. Where's your lube, baby?"
He licked his lips and tried to calm down, "Top drawer, way in the back." Despite knowing you had to get up to fetch the lube, Changbin still whined loudly at the loss of touch.
"Patience, baby. I'm gonna make you feel even better." His eyes widened and he fidgeted on the bed, still clutching his legs to his chest, bent in half with his hole on full display. You returned with the lube seconds later but stopped to stare at him, "I can't get over how perfect you are.” You praised, maneuvering the two of you so that you could comfortably kneel on the bed in front of him.
Once again holding his legs up, Changbin whined for you, "Please." You smiled sweetly at him and warmed the lube between your fingers before lightly outlining his rim with a single wet fingertip. He shuddered beneath you and let out another breathy whimper as you lightly pressed against his hole with two fingers, but not enough to breach the ring of muscles. Deciding to stick to a single digit to be safe, you gently pushed your middle finger in his hole up to the first knuckle and Bin clenched, surprised at the sudden intrusion, "Oh! That feels funny."
"I know, baby. Now relax for me.” You paused to rub soothing circles into his thigh, "I told you I would make you feel even better. I promise. Trust me?" When he nodded eagerly, you smiled again, "That's a good boy." He preened at your words, distracted by them, so you took the opportunity to push your finger in further. It went in easily and you began to wiggle it around to loosen him up. Not long after, Changbin started to moan, quickly finding pleasure again, "You want another?"
Bin hummed and you delicately inserted your pointer finger in alongside your middle finger. His mouth dropped open into an 'O' shape and he groaned deep in his chest when you started to pump your fingers in and out of him. Finding a little resistance, you reached up to work his cock to distract him a little more, "You're taking it so well!" You adored seeing his reaction whenever you praised him so you did it often. Scissoring your fingers, you moved around inside of him until you found that perfect spot.
“Nngh, fuck!" Changbin wailed and threw his head back again, his back bowed and his toes curled. You continued to rub tiny circles into his prostate as curses and swears spilled from his lips, "Oh god, fuck yes, fuck, that feels so fucking good!" By that point he was full on sobbing, blubbering and slurring his words, tossing his head back and forth, his nails dug crescents into the skin of his thighs.
“Are you gonna cum for me now, baby, hmm?" you asked, overly sweet, as you pumped his cock, stopping every once in a while to squeeze at the angry red head, – beads of pre-cum dribbled down the side and made the slide easier – and you continued to massage his prostate at the same time. Changbin nodded shamelessly, all care and worry thrown out the window. He just wanted to cum. Bad. And he begged for it. Even without being told to, he pleaded with you, vehement and ardent in his entreaty.
"Please, please, please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything, please just let me cum. Please, I need you to make me cum." That last part made something in you snap. You practically growled, lunging forward to kiss him fiercely. Sucking on his tongue made him moan into your mouth and you licked at his velvety walls, eager for him to taste himself while you worked him up to and over the edge.
"You're so good for me, such a good boy." You whispered against his plush lips, "Go ahead, baby. You can cum for me." Changbin cried out against your mouth, hips violently thrusting his cock into your hand and rocking down on your fingers at the same time. Ribbons of white splayed across his stomach and he desperately tried to catch his breath as he came down from his high. He whimpered into your mouth and kissed you sweetly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as you pulled back to look at him, "Baby looks so tired.” You lamented, withdrawing your fingers from his body before wiping them on part of the sheets next to you. Changbin hummed, a small smile on his lips as he nodded. His eyes quickly snapped open when you started to tug at his spent cock. A noise of protest escaped his lips but you continued to work his sore length. "C'mon, you've got one more for me, don't you, baby?" Your tone was melodic but mischievous and there was a sly twinkle in your eye when you crawled off the bed to finally strip for Bin, having stayed completely clothed the entire time you got him off. It was your turn now and you so badly wanted to sit on his thick cock.
He watched you unhurriedly remove each article of clothing, dick unsurprisingly chubbing up when you turned around and bent over at the waist, spreading your ass cheeks and putting yourself on full display as he had been earlier. You released your grip on the flesh, letting it clap back together and wiggled your hips, provoking a deep, sinful sounding moan from Changbin, "Come back..." He begged, "I wanna taste you." You smirked and straightened up, languidly moving towards him once you turned around to face him. He laid back on the bed and reached for you, silently asking for you to sit on his face. The thought made your insides throb with want, heat flowing through your veins, heart pounding and head light and floaty. You crawled over him and hovered above him before he yanked you down by the hips, immediately licking and sucking at your entrance with vigor. Changbin groaned and the vibration made you rock on his tongue, shivering as he shoved it deep inside you.
“Baby's so good to me…” You breathed, rolling your hips minutely, “Fuck, I love your tongue in me." Bin moaned again and you maintained a rhythm of rolling and rocking against his tongue. He soon reached up to insert a finger alongside his tongue, stretching you open for his thick cock while he ate you out like his life depended on it. You could feel yourself getting close so you forcefully removed his hand from your hip and sat up on your knees, shoving his other hand away in the process. He whined in objection and tried to pull you back down but you shook your head and moved off him completely, "No, baby. Wanna cum on your cock."
Changbin sucked in a sharp breath and canted his hips up into nothing. You moved to swing your leg over his stomach and reached for the lube that you had tossed somewhere on the bed earlier. Generously covering Bin's cock, you positioned yourself, and gripping his shaft, you guided it to your entrance and sank down until he was entirely buried inside you. You threw your head back and let out a wanton moan as Changbin dug his blunt nails into the skin of your thighs and tried to keep himself from moving too quickly. "You're so big, baby. Feel so full…" You mewled, circling your hips to feel his every bump and ridge against your walls.
He let out a choked sound and slid his hands up to your hips, "Please, can I move?"
"Yes, yes…” You chanted as you began to bounce yourself on his length. He met your hips with his thrusts, letting you do most of the work at first.
"You feel incredible. So tight, so wet, so fucking hot," Changbin babbled, drunk off the pleasure. You planted your palms on his chest, pinching at his nipples, and you felt his hips kick in response, momentarily disrupting the rhythm he had built up.
"I thought your tongue was good, fuck! Love your cock in me so much. Love it even more. So good to me, baby." You repeatedly cursed under your breath when Changbin quickened his pace and his harsh thrusts knocked you forward into him. He instantly took the opportunity to draw you into another kiss. It was more two open mouths breathing each other's air and tongues occasionally rubbing together than an actual kiss but you both were too caught up in the ecstasy to care.
He pulled away to breathe into your neck, whimpering against your skin as he gripped your hips tightly and pounded into you relentlessly. "Love you. I love you so fucking much. Wanted you for so long. Don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even want to think about it. I just really fucking love you." You felt tears prick at your eyes and you took his face in your hands as he slowed his thrusts and locked eyes with you.
"Then don't think about it." You stated simply, "I'm here. Always have been. Always will be. And I really fucking love you, too." Changbin didn't have a chance to smile or say anything before you kissed him, trying to convey your every emotion through your kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as close to him as he possibly could, "I love you, my good boy, my baby." You whispered against his lips in between kisses and biting gently at his lips. He groaned and sped up his thrusts as he kissed you senseless.
"Fuck, I'm so close!" He moaned as his pace started to waver.
"I knew you had one more for me. Cum inside me baby, please." You found yourself begging him in the end.
Changbin grunted and reached between you to get you off faster, "You said you wanted to cum on my cock. Want you to cum first." You could see white begin to prick at the edges of your vision and your head felt even more floaty than before. Frankly, Changbin's cock felt like heaven inside you and you could feel your walls dragging him back in every time he pulled out. He adjusted his angle ever so slightly and with a few more thrusts, you came. Hard. Stars exploded behind your eyes and tingles ran up and down your body. When you opened your eyes, Changbin was there kissing you and working you through your high, "Thank you.” You breathed and he smiled warmly and hummed, "Keep going. Want you to cum.” You pleaded, clenching around him snugly. He chanted your name against your lips, throwing in some curses and an 'I love you' or two, using your body for his pleasure as he chased his own high. Seconds later, when you clenched around him again, Changbin cried out and released inside you, thick white ropes coating your walls. He fucked his cum into you with a few quick thrusts before pulling out and wrapping his arms back around you. Bin laid still, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he tried to catch his breath. You watched him from where your head was laid on his shoulder. Pressing a small kiss to his jawline, you saw the corner of his lips start to curl before he chuckled lowly, "Happy birthday, Binnie," you congratulated, barely above a whisper.
Changbin laughed harder, "God, I love you!"
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Pete, I'm asexual. (Pt.1)
SYNOPSIS: Trying to tell your boyfriend that you're asexual is more complicated than you thought...
PAIRING: Ace!Reader X Peter Parker
WARNINGS: Ace!Reader, ENDGAME SPOILER, Mortal Kombat shenanigans, suggestive writing (no smut, but "sex" is thrown around alot.)
A/N: Yo, sup. So pretty much nobody on this blog knows this, but I am asexual. This miniseries is based off of my own experience with telling my old boyfriend that I was Ace. So, to my fellow Aces, y'all are wonderful and valid. I hope you enjoy this.
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I…
Everything was going well. I’d just gotten a 4.0 GPA for my final high school semester, I’d gotten hired to work at my favourite library, I got accepted into my top college, and my boyfriend, Peter, was an angel.
We got together our sophomore year, Peter and I. As cliche as it sounds, it was because Spiderman saved the train I was on. Sure, I was pissed when I found out Peter was keeping the biggest secret imaginable from me; but I would say it ended up well. After all it led us to this extremely intimate moment on my apartment’s couch.
It was all innocent Mortal Kombat shenanigans. I was playing as Raiden, him as Katana. We were one round in and I won. The second round, he won. Then we were on the third round. The winner take all round. Our banter towards one another could be heard under the button bashing coming from our controllers.
This is how we liked to spend our time when I wasn’t busy with college, or he wasn’t busy saving the neighborhood. Most couples would probably spend this time going on dates; but not us. Never us. Peter was socially awkward, so was I. We loved the moments when it was just us, so we’re more inclined to having a gaming night and ordering extremely unhealthy food at ungodly hours.
I don’t quite know when the intensity skyrocketed, but it started ever so innocently: a simple kiss as to reward the victor of the round. Then, suddenly, our bodies were pressed against one another. His hands were roaming my body, mine his. I lightly tugged on his hair which prompted a heavy groan from him. In a moment he was hovering over me. It didn’t matter who won now. We were both winners. This is where things took a turn.
Peter deepened the kiss by cupping my face in his hand. While I was alright with the whole kissing thing, what it was leading up to, I wasn’t rather fond of.
In one swift movement he slid his shirt off. Could I honestly blame myself for staring? He was attractive. Any other girl, or guy for that matter, wouldn’t hesitate to jump his bones. But I started to feel uncomfortable. This was clearly leading to sex. Any blind person could see that.
‘I should just let it happen. Make him happy. After all a relationship is a balance, right? He’s literally a hero. Without him, I wouldn’t even be alive. This is a thank you.’ I thought.
It’s true. Peter has saved countless lives both locally and on the universal scale. What does he get as a thank you? A dead mentor? He needed something.
“Like what you see?” His husky, lust driven voice dragged me back to the present situation.
I was about to have sex with Peter Benjamin Parker.
I smiled, shyly, ready to show him some type of gratitude on the behalf of the universe. Regardless of what I felt.
Just as I pulled him back to my lips, his phone began to vibrate on the coffee table.
‘THANK GOD’ I thought.
I pulled our lips apart, much to Peter’s detest.
“You should probably get that. Could be important.”
“Could be, but so are you.”
He didn’t allow me any time to interject. He latched his lips to my neck, sucking hard (this will definitely leave a mark). His hands began roaming to my sweatpants waistband.
Quickly I grabbed a webshooter that was on the couch and prayed it would have web fluid in it. Luckily it did. I slipped it on and grabbed his phone for him.
Peter was too distracted with kissing me and trying to slid my pants off to notice the movement.
I looked at the text ,
“BANK ROBBERY AT 452 S. HARDING BLVD.”
“Peter, stop you have to go. Robbery.”
He pulled away, looking at his phone, his eyes widened.
“Damn it. I’ll be back.” He flew from on top of me in a split second. Another few seconds went by while he put on his suit.
“Be careful!” I shouted at him as he opened a window.
“Always. And we’ll finish this later.” He winked at me before jumping out of the window and towards the danger.
I sighed heavily in relief. Had the phone gone off even a minute later, he could’ve been inside me?
I had to hold back my disgust. Sex was never appealing to me. Too hot, too sweaty, too germy. While everybody else was popping their cherry at 15, 16, or 17: I found myself burying myself in schoolwork. I literally prefer trigonometry than sex.
But what else am I supposed to do? He’s a guy. He’s gonna want to sleep with me at some point. Quite frankly, the fact that we’ve been dating for two years and it hasn’t come up in conversation is surprising. I guess we were always too busy with High School. Though, now as graduates and with more wiggle room in our schedules, there’s not really any more reasons why we shouldn’t be having sex.
Except for the whole Asexual thing. That was a pretty big reason.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had sex. But it never felt right. It felt somewhat forced. I did consent. I was present, but I didn’t want to be. The whole feel was disgusting. No other adjective could explain it. So, what was I supposed to do?
My phone suddenly vibrating broke my train of thought.
A text from Peter:
Hey, cant het back tonite. Top mannt basd.
<3 u
I smiled as his spelling errors knowing that twit is texting me while fighting off some bank robbers.
A wave of concern laced with relief washed over me. Of course I was concerned. Every time Peter dawned the Red and Blue suit, I think it’ll be the last time; but I couldn’t help but be relieved. I didn’t have to go through with sleeping with him. But it grew obvious that I should probably tell him I don’t want to have sex.
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As You Wish - Part Four
Tags: @lfsbitencourt, @ridingmoxley, @dollycrybaby (Let me know if you wanna get tagged)
A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry, it took so long, school is just a lot. I used some lyrics from Kesha’s Praying, and the episode is Hearts Still Beating. I didn’t link the rest of the parts, but I will try to tomorrow. I’ve been writing for about 2-3 hours now.
“Lead on.”
“Well, you’ve seen the entire living room, now. How about the kitchen?” you said, glancing up at him. He smiled and walked into the kitchen. He started to open all of the cabinets, and search through every pot and pan he found.
You could feel Carl glaring at your back the entire time. Negan turned around, looked at you with a grin, and you rolled your eyes. You wished you could get away from both of these boys, but knew it wouldn’t be safe for anyone if you did.
“I think we covered that the water works,” you snapped after Negan turned the sink on and off about thirty times. He looked up at you and bit his lip.
“Yes we did,” he said, standing up straight. “So let’s see what else we can cover.” He looked over at Carl, who sighed.
“You, uh, haven’t seen the laundry room.”
“The laundry room? What the fuck do I care about your laundry room? Show me something cool! Show me your room!” Carl nodded and walked towards the stairs. You went first, at Negan’s behest, with him following close behind you.
“What one’s yours, Carl?”
“The one on the right,” he said. You looked back at him, and you exchanged a look that meant you were both worried about Negan finding Judith. Negan motioned for you to open the door, and you did, before walking into the room.
“What?” Carl asked as Negan stood in the hallway.
“This is nice carpeting,” he said with a smile. “Y/N, you mind holding this for me?” You took Lucille from him as he kicked off his shoes and socks.
“You’re kidding,” you said. He smiled at you and walked into Carl’s bedroom, letting the carpet move between his toes.
“This is swanky living,” he said, his voice getting deeper before he laughed. He held his hand out, and you handed the bat back to him. He swung it over his back, before looking through all of Carl’s things. He threw open the closet door and pushed Carl’s things aside.
“You know, nothing is going to be as cool as that hat,” he said with a grin. You sat down on the edge of Carl’s bed, miserably watching Negan. He grinned at you and sat down next to you. “What? Are you not enjoying yourself?”
“No, not really. Why don’t you just give us whatever punishment you see fit, and go?”
“Punishment?” Negan asked, beaming.
“Yeah. Bash in someone else’s head, and we can all go back to normal.”
“Normal,” Carl said, scoffing. Negan looked over at him with a wicked grin, and you put your hand out, to stop him from standing up.
“Ya know, that is one of the first times you have actually touched me? I don’t bite,” he said, leaning in close. You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. “And, I don’t always punish.”
“Promise?” you asked.
“I don’t make promises.” You stared at him, thinking over any promise he ever made you, and then realized you were looking too long. You looked back at Carl, who looked even more pissed than he did before. “How about a game?”
“What?” Carl asked.
“You might wanna take the edge out of your voice, young man. I am doing everything in my power to make Y/N like me some more, and killing someone today would not be a good way of doing that.”
“Negan.” He looked back at you and held out the bat. You took it from him again and watched as he plucked the darts from Carl’s board.
“Let’s play, kid.” Negan took aim and hit nearly every target. He pulled the darts back out and gave them to Carl. “I’d tell you it’s better to aim with both eyes open, but-”
“Son of a bitch,” you said.
“My apologies, that was a tad insensitive.” He looked back at you, holding his hands together as if to beg for your forgiveness. Carl took aim, and to Negan’s surprise, hit nearly just as many targets as he did.
“Shit, kid.” Carl looked over at you and held out the darts, but you shook your head.
“I’m good.”
“Aw, come on,” Negan said, spinning to look at you. You looked up at him as he smiled. “We’re all playing.”
“I’m not.” You looked at Carl once more and saw how nervous he looked. If playing Negan’s foolish games would help him relax, you would do so. You groaned and sat up, taking the darts from his hands. “Call it.”
“Top left,” Negan said. “Twelve.” You hit your mark. “Two.” And again.
“Bulls-eye,” Carl said. After throwing, you looked back at Negan, who was beaming. He bit his lip and wiggled his body.
“Damn. I forgot how good you are.”
“At darts?” you asked. “I don’t think we ever even played.”
“Just at everything,” he said, standing a little closer to you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You picked Lucille up off of the floor and handed it back to Negan.
“Let’s get back to the tour.”
“As you wish.” You led the way out the door, and Negan followed. The doors in the hallway were all closed, and you were grateful for it. Hopefully, you could keep Judith’s door shut.
“What’s in there?” Negan asked, pointing with his bat. You looked back at Carl and shrugged.
“My dad’s room.” Negan beamed.
“We’ll let’s go,” he said, opening the door first and walking in. He laughed and dropped down on the already made bed. “Have you felt this shit, Y/N? This is a good bed. I thought we took all the mattresses.”
“We just found that one,” Carl said.
“And Rick took it for himself?” Negan said, frowning.
“Why should you care? You took literally everybody’s for yourself.” Negan shot you a look and tried to shake off what you said. It seemed that he wanted your approval, and when he didn’t have it, he grew uncomfortable.
“So this is where your dad and Michonne screw?” he asked, laying back down. You rolled your eyes and looked at Carl. His fists were clenched. Negan sat up and looked at you. “Alright. I get that I can be a lot to handle. Let’s wrap this tour up.”
He jumped up and opened the door. You and Carl followed, hoping to take him downstairs. Negan stopped at the third door and you took in a sharp breath.
“What about this one?” he asked.
“Oh it’s just a water heater,” Carl said as casually as possible.
“You serious, kid? Come on.” Negan pushed open the door as you and Carl both tried to make up new excuses to get him away. “Oh ho, my. Look at this little angel.” Judith sat up in her bed and watched Negan as he picked her up. “Just a water heater,” he said with a scoff. He brought Judith close to his face and grinned up at her.
“Don’t-”
“Excuse me?” Negan asked, looking at Carl. “You don’t tell me what to do. I am just trying to get to know your beautiful little sister-”
“Negan,” you said, walking up next to him. Judith was starting to look fussy, so you gave her arm a squeeze and smiled at her.
“And you said there weren’t going to be babies anymore.” You shook your head and looked up at him.
“No. I said I wasn’t ever going to have kids.” Negan sighed and situated Judith in his arms. You were both painfully aware that Carl was just three feet away from you. “Here.” You took Judith and put her in Carl’s arms for the time being.
“Now you’ve seen the whole upstairs,” Carl said. “Are we done?”
“I have not seen the whole upstairs,” he said, smiling at you both. You and Carl exchanged another uncomfortable look and followed Negan back into Rick’s room. He walked past the bed and swung open the door to the bathroom. “Y'all can wait here for this unless Y/N wants to join me in the shower.”
“No.”
“Alright,” he said, smiling as he shut the door. You heard the shower turn on, and looked at Carl.
“What the hell were you thinking? You think he’s just gonna torture us in here, and then leave?”
“Yeah, you seem really tortured.”
“I’m not the one who got us into this mess. Did you really think you were gonna kill him?” Carl shook his head.
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right. I don’t understand how you were stupid enough to think that even if you did kill him, that any of this would be over.”
“It could all be over for you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, looking at him.
“You could go and live with him. I’ve seen his place. It’s a hell of a lot nicer than here.”
“Now you don’t understand. I love everyone here. I’m not going anywhere.” The shower turned off, and Carl sighed. After a minute, the door swung back open, and Negan stood shirtless in front of you. This time, you sighed.
“Damn. I like this place. Hot water.” He ran the towel through his hair, very aware of the way you were looking at him. “Come into the bathroom, both of you.”
“Why?” Carl asked.
“I’m gonna teach you something. Although Y/N may not like this.”
“Why?” you asked.
“Come on in.” You rolled your eyes and followed Carl in. Negan pulled on his white t-shirt and wet his face. “Now since your dad is such a prick, he’s probably not teaching you how to be a proper man. So I’m gonna show you. Step one is shaving.”
He grabbed a razor and rubbed some soap on his face. You distinctively remember the first time you and Negan discussed how he maintained his beard. Although you did prefer his beard, at this point in your life you didn’t really care.
“Get a good look at it, darling,” he said, before making the first cut. “Against the grain kid, always against the grain.” You, Carl, and Judith sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching Negan shave his face. He didn’t stop smiling, and you were sick of seeing him like this.
“Smiling isn’t gonna help you get every part.” He smirked and looked over at you.
“Why don’t you help me, then.”
“What?” you asked, folding your arms.
“Help me,” he said, handing you the razor. The tone of his voice told you he wasn’t asking. You groaned and took it from his hand. Standing, you had to reach up to shave his face. You shaved across his chin, and he didn’t stop smiling.
“I’m going to cut your face if you don’t stop.”
“Is that a threat?” he asked, tilting his head. You shot him a look and he stopped smiling. “Continue.” You shaved the rest of his face, while Carl stared at you angrily.
“There, you’re done.” Negan turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his hand over his smooth skin and grinned. He chuckled deep in his chest before spinning back to you.
“Thank you, Y/N. This is what I like. Teamwork! Maybe we could all learn a lesson from Y/N’s can-do attitude.” Carl gave you the nastiest look he could muster and you groaned.
“Are we done now?”
“Well,” Negan said, opening the door, “Rick isn’t back yet. So, no.” He started downstairs, and you tried to stop Carl to talk to him, but he ignored you.
“We have to follow him.” Downstairs, Olivia walked in.
“Did you get the lemonade?” Negan asked. She handed him the yellow container and he shook his whole body. “Why don’t you make this, why I make dinner.”
“Dinner?” you asked, walking into the kitchen.
“Yes,” he said with a smile. “Do you wanna help?”
“No,” you said simply. “But I bet I’m gonna have to.”
After dinner, Negan sat on the porch with Carl and Judith and you. He held Judith in his arms and waved neighborly at everyone who walked by. It wasn’t too long out there that Judith got fussy, and Carl took her inside to be with Olivia.
“I do like it here. Maybe I should get a vacation home.” You looked at him and rolled your eyes. “You know, I distinctively remember you doing that less before.”
“Well, time does change things,” you said.
“I’m still the same.” You laughed uncomfortably.
“No, you’re not.”
“What’s changed? Have you taken a good look at me?” He watched you breath through your nose and really didn’t think you’d face him. When you did, though, you were about three inches from his face.
“I have been. And the man I knew is not there anymore.”
“Maybe I’ve just got barbed wire around me like you said.”
“When we were together, you wouldn’t have killed my friends, you wouldn’t have tortured an entire group, and you wouldn’t have offered to screw someone’s brains out.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “Olivia.”
“Oh,” he said, not finding a better way to answer that. “Well, I didn’t do any of that because when we were together, we were together. I didn’t need anything else.”
“So you’re saying if I left with you right now, went with you to the Sanctuary, you’d leave all of my friends alone, leave all of your wives behind, and we’d live happily ever after?” He smiled and looked into your eyes. Although he knew you weren’t serious, he could read that you really did want to know.
“Hell yes.” You snorted and sat back in your chair, looking out on Alexandria.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Negan smirked and sat back, thinking about how exactly he could make that happen. When he started creating the Saviors, he made it thinking that he would find you someday and you would lead together. What they had become now didn’t seem to fit you.
“Mind if I interrupt?” Negan snapped his head towards the porch steps and saw a tall man walk up, a bottle of whiskey in his hands.
“Spencer,” you said, looking at him curiously. “What are you doing?”
“I thought I’d just welcome Negan and the Saviors to Alexandria,” he said, lifting the bottle casually. Negan smiled and looked over at you, biting his lip.
“Well, will you look at that. I do not mind if you interrupt. Y/N, will you get us a couple of glasses.” You raised your eyebrow at him incredulously, but his face didn’t falter.
“Jesus,” you said, standing up, and slamming the door as you walked back into Rick’s house. Negan laughed softly and motioned for Spencer to sit down next to him. You were back in a minute and didn’t seem to mind that Spencer had taken your seat, and instead took to leaning up against the porch.
“You know, Y/N, I have a perfectly good place for you to sit,” he said, motioning to his lap. You shook your head and turned your back to him. Spencer poured the drinks as Negan bit his lip.
“That is good,” he said, after taking his first drink. “Running water, air conditioning, housewarming gift, this place is something else,” he said. “Beautiful women, too.” Negan watched you, hoping you would look at him, and when you did, he beamed.
“Cheers to that,” Spencer said, clinking his glass against Negan’s.
“The only thing missing is a pool table,” Negan said, testing the waters. Of course, he knew that there was a pool table here, having seen it the first time that the Saviors came to collect from Alexandria.
“The house across the street has one in the garage.”
“Oh, Spencer, you just might be my new best friend.” Negan heard you mutter ‘oh my god’, before walking off the porch, heading towards the house with the pool table. Spencer laughed.
“Hmm. Seems like you’ve got her well trained.” Negan took a sip again and eyed the man curiously.
“You don’t train women, Spencer. Certainly not Y/N. Let’s get this game set up before you say something that will truly piss me off.” Tongue in cheek, Negan looked at Spencer, who nervously nodded.
A few minutes later, with you supervising, Negan’s men got the pool tabled set up. Handing him the chalk, you looked up at him with a frown.
“You’ll take winner,” he said. He watched as the corners of your mouth upturned and you nodded.
“Fine. Good luck.” Negan smiled, proud that he actually got you to smile, even just a little, without a trace of sarcasm.
“I could never do this with Rick,” Negan said. “He’d just be standing there, scowling, giving me that annoying side-eye of his.”
“That’s actually what I came to see you about,” Spencer said, as the members of Alexandria started to gather around. “I want to talk to you about Rick.” Negan smiled and looked over at you. You had your arms crossed and met his gaze. You shook your head softly as he turned back to the game.
“Alright, talk to me, Spencer. Talk to me about Rick.”
“I get what you’re trying to do here, what you’re trying to build. I’m not saying I agree with your methods, but I get it.” Negan took aim and knocked one of the balls in as he listened to Spencer’s bullshit. “You’re building a network, make people contribute for the great good. Makes sense.
“But you should know, that Rick has a history of not working well with others.”
“Shut up, Spencer,” you muttered, as Negan walked across the table. He looked up at you, his eyes sparkling.
“Let him finish, doll.” He missed his next shot, and let Spencer move across the table before replying. “Is that so?”
“Rick wasn’t the original leader here. My mom was. She was doing a really good job of it. She died, not long after Rick showed up. Same with my brother, same with my dad.” You scoffed, and Negan turned to you.
“What?”
“They didn’t die because of Rick. Rick saved this place.”
“But he couldn’t save everyone,” Spencer said, looking at you. “He didn’t save Aiden.” Negan looked at Spencer and you and could read that there was more behind the name than what was said.
“Who was Aiden?” Negan asked. You glanced over at him nervously, something you hadn’t done all day. Each time you had looked at him before, it was nervous that he might do something, not nervous about something you had done.
“His brother.”
“Her boyfriend,” Spencer said. You inhaled and turned away from Negan. He didn’t push you further and instead turned his attention back to Spencer.
“So things were just peachy, for what, years? And then Rick shows up, and suddenly you’re an orphan. That is the saddest story I’ve ever heard. Good thing for you, he’s not in charge anymore.”
“It doesn’t matter. His ego’s out of control. He’ll find a way to screw things up, try and do things his way to take over. That’s what he did with my mom, that’s what he’ll do again.” Negan nodded, and looked at the board, taking in everything that Spencer just threw up.
“What exactly are you proposing be done about that?” he asked, looking up at him with a confident grin.
“I am my mother’s son. I can be the leader she was. That’s what this place needs, that’s what you need.” Negan didn’t tell Spencer that he didn’t need to tell him what he needs, because the list starts and ends with you, and instead played along with Spencer’s stupid wishes.
“So I should put you in charge. That’s what you’re saying.”
“We’d be much better off.” Negan took another drink, eyeing you quickly to see if your face matched the distaste he was feeling for Spencer.
“What do you think?” he asked, looking at you. You didn’t answer but gave him a disgusted look that meant you couldn’t even believe he was asking.
“You know what I’m thinking? I’m thinking about how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts, but he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure that I don’t hurt any of the fine people who live here. He is swallowing his hate, and getting shit done. That takes guts.” He reached across the table, and took another shot, sinking the ball.
“Then there’s you, the guy who waited for Rick to be gone, so he could sneak over and talk to me, get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I gotta ask, if you wanna take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?”
“What- no- I didn’t-”
“I didn’t let Y/N interrupt you, so please don’t interrupt me. You know what I’m thinking, cause I have a guess.” Negan leaned in close and whispered ever so slightly. “It’s because you’ve got no guts.”
In a blink of an eye, Negan stuck his knife into Spencer’s chest. He heard the gasps from the crowd, but what he focused on was the tiny ‘no’ you uttered. In another swift motion, Negan sliced Spencer open, and his insides began to spill out.
“How embarrassing,” he said, as Spencer fell to the ground, his innards in his hands. “There they are. They were inside you the whole time. You did have guts! I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life!” he yelled, turning to the group with a smile that showed it didn’t faze him at all.
You couldn’t speak, and couldn’t move. You watched as Negan, with blood now staining his shirt and face, spun to face the crowd, proud of what he just did. He put the knife back in his pocket and walked over to get Lucille. If he tried to make eye contact with you, you didn’t notice, because all you could do was stare at Spencer.
“Someone get up here and clean this mess up.” Even though you didn’t care for Spencer much, you felt tears forming in your eyes. You shook your head and a small sound came out. “Oh, don’t cry too much, darling, this wasn’t the one you were fucking anyways.” Your jaw fell open, and you pulled your face away from his gaze.
The next time you looked up, was to the sound of a gunshot. You snapped your head up and saw Rosita on the ground, and Negan bent over.
“Shit! What the shit! You just tried to kill me!?” Negan paced quickly in front of Rosita, as she was pinned down on the ground. You wanted to step in, but your feet wouldn’t move, and you didn’t know if there was anything you could do at this point to make sure he’d stop.
“What is this?” he asked, picking up the bullet shell off the ground. “This little bad boy made from scratch?” You remembered a conversation you had with Eugene and Abraham about making your own bullets for Alexandria and the Hilltop and knew exactly where Rosita got it from. “This was homemade. You may be stupid, darling, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Arat, hold that knife up, up on that girl’s face.”
“Stop,” you said, walking closer to him. “Negan, you don’t have to do this.” He looked at you briefly but ignored you.
“Lucille’s beautiful smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?! Unless, unless you tell me who made this.”
“It was me, I made it,” she lied.
“You see, now I just think you’re lying,” he said, pointing Lucille her way. “And you lying to me now,” he yelled, making you flinch. “Is such a shame, Arat’s gonna have to cut up that pretty face. One more try.”
“It was me,” Rosita said, leaning up so the knife cut her face bravely.
“Oh, you are such a badass!” He stopped smiling for a minute and looked back at you briefly. His eyes softened as if he was trying to tell you he was sorry for something. “Have it your way,” he said, looking back at Rosita. “Arat, kill somebody.”
“No, it was me!” Rosita screamed. But too late, Arat raised her gun and shot Olivia in the head.
“No!” you yelled, trying to run towards her. Negan stopped you, wrapping his arm around your waist, making you look at where Rosita lay. No matter how hard you tried to fight, he wouldn’t loosen his grip on you.
“Rick!” Negan rasped, as the other man walked up. With that distraction, you pushed yourself from Negan’s arms, who didn’t fight too much. “Look, everybody, it’s Rick! Your people are making me lose my voice doing all this yelling.
“Rick, how about a thank you? I mean, look, I know we started this relationship with me beating the holy shit out of your friends, and because of that we’re never gonna sit around and braid each other’s hair, or share our deepest, darkest, secrets, but how about a little credit? I just bent over backward to show you how reasonable I am.
“Your kid? He hid in one of my trucks and machined gun a bunch of my men down, and I brought him home, safe and sound. And, I fed him spaghetti. Another one of your people, well he wanted me to kill you and put him in charge. I took him out for you. Another one, here,” he said, pointing to Rosita. “She shot Lucille, trying to kill me just now. So I gave you one less mouth to feed, and by looking at her, that mouth did some major damage.”
“You’re a piece of shit,” you muttered, the tears not stopping their stream down your face. He turned to you with a smile, for the first time in your life, pointing Lucille your way.
“We’ll get to that later.” He turned back to Rick. “Now, personally, I wouldn’t have picked her to be the one to go, but Arat- pssh, I don’t know, didn’t trust her.” Rick stared at him, and took a cautious step forward like he was trying to hold himself back.
“Your shit is waiting at the front. Just take it, and go.” Negan backed up.
“Sure thing, Rick. Right after I find the guy or gal who made this bullet. Arat.” The woman turned her gun again, and Tara shouted, taking claim for the bullet. You dropped your head in your hand, as Eugene finally spoke up.
“No it wasn’t,” he said, as he cried into his hands. “It was me, it was only me.”
“You?” Negan asked, walking closer to get a better look at the man. He began to explain how he made the bullet, but Negan cut him off. “Shut up. I believe you.” Negan grimaced, and walked away from Eugene, carefully bringing Lucille up. “Lucille, give me strength!”
After a pause, Negan informed Rick that he would be taking Eugene and that whatever he managed to get, it would not be enough to fill in the hole that today caused. Rosita screamed some more as Negan’s men took Eugene away, begging them to take her instead.
“Rick, I ain’t gonna lie, your kitchen is a god damn mess.” He giggled and swung Lucille over his shoulder. “Well, I’ll see you next time. Y/N,” he said, turning towards you, “Walk with me?”
“What?” you asked, falling into step with him.
“I hope this little incident didn’t shatter what fraction of my image I tried to build up for you today.” You laughed cynically and looked at him.
“You didn’t rebuild anything for me. In fact, you destroyed what little respect and love I had for you.”
“Love?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Just go,” you said, stopping. “I don’t care anymore. I can make it on my own, and I don’t need you.”
“Y/N-”
“No!” you said, shaking your head, and backing away from him. “What did Olivia do to you? Spencer was an asshole, but he didn’t deserve that!”
“What?” he asked, leaning back. “So you were sleeping with him, too?” You slapped him so quickly, you didn’t even think about it.
“Where the hell do you get off, thinking you can tell me anything? I can sleep with whoever I want, and you wanna know why? Because you left me! You got us in that shit! You’re the reason the motel blew up!”
“Oh, it’s my fault that he followed us?” he yelled, stepping closer to you. “Because if I remember correctly, he was there for you.” You shook your head, your face strained, and venom pumping through your veins.
“Go. Please.” You started to walk away and were a few feet away from him when he finally spoke again.
“I meant what I said earlier. I could give it all up.” You turned back to him, tears forming in your eyes again.
“No, you couldn’t.”
“We could get past all of this.”
“There are some things only God can forgive.”
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our broken white rose (3/?) ⇾ camren
a/n: i was gonna update tomorrow after wedding planning with my fiancée but she’s with her dad doing father, daughter shit and im home alone, bored and cold so after this if y'all wanna pm me, im not opposed to it. seriously. be my friend. pLEASE! ok enjoy this chapter. please comment as you read, let me know what you think, answer end of the chapter questions and vote! ilyy..
-after writing chapter: i started this at like 6 PM east coast time AND ITS LITERALLY 3:30 AM. fuck lmao. ok enjoy
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I lightly drummed my fingertips on the wooden table, humming to myself as I glanced up at the clock. Tori should be here any minute now.
Its been about a week since my encounter with Tori at Luca’s Ice Cream Shoppe and since then, I’ve managed to give her my number and semi let her into my life. It’s weird. I haven’t made “friends” with anyone other than my co-workers since Camila’s passing. The only person I had was Lucy and if she wasn’t watching the girls for me, she was spending time with Kandee (kay-n-dee). So it was nice but, weird, having someone I can just talk to whenever.
Today happened to be Tori’s last day in California and as weird as it sounded, I’m going to miss her. Her flight was to take off in about three hours from now and she was coming in to collect the demo she had recorded for her friend Karla and the few solo tracks we managed to edit and get done.
When I heard the creek of the studio door opening, I turned around and smiled at Tori as she shoved her wild curls out of her face and hurried in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. The checkout line at my hotel was crazy. I had to checkout before noon or they’d charge me for the night and I’ve been there since eight in the morning,” she explained with a loud sigh. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head, chuckling softly. “It’s fine Tori. I’m in no rush, you’re good,” I shrugged it off.
She nodded, seemingly relieved. “Thanks.”
Walking over to the recording booth, I grabbed the two CD cases before walking back over to Tori who was in the process of putting her hair up. “This is your demo and your other recordings,” I explained, handing it over when her hands were finally free.
A wide smile formed on her lips. She took the CDs from me before throwing her arms around me. I stood in shock for a few moments before laughing awkwardly and hugged her back. She pulled away, dimples on display. “Thank you so much Lauren. I can’t wait until Karla and my mom sees these,” she said, looking down at them with nothing but excitement.
I smiled. “I’m sure they’ll love it. You sound amazing.”
I watched as a small blush fell upon her cheeks before she looked up at me. “Thanks a lot Laur. I couldn’t have done all this without you.”
“Yeah you could’ve. You’re incredible all on your own,” I said. “Have you ever thought of moving out here and starting a music career? Any label would be fucking stupid not to sign you. I could even get you in touch with the label my w…” I trailed off, waving my hands around, hoping she’d catch on. She looked at me for a moment before her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and nodded. “Yeah. With her label. It’s really hard to come across good talent nowadays. The industry could use real people like yourself.”
Tori shook her head, a bashful smile gracing itself on her lips. “I don’t know about all of that… my family is in Alaska. And Karla’s having a baby soon and her fiancée isn’t too fond of leaving town let alone the state.”
I shrugged, “Who says Karla and her crew has to come? I think you should put your dreams before them. But that’s just me. I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but if you ever feel like it’s the right time, you know where to reach me.”
Tori nodded slowly, in thought. “Well, Karla’s my best friend. And I don’t think I’d want to leave her all alone while I’m over here. And my mom and her sisters and brothers…” she shook her head. “Music is just a fantasy of mine I’ve gotten the chance to make reality within this last week and a half thanks to you. But I think after this, I’ll just let it stay a fantasy. I have too many people back home to just up and abandon to live some dream that’ll probably fail,” a small frown replaced her perfect smile.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before leading her over to the lounging couches to take a seat. My feet were hurting. I thought for a second, attempting to gather my words. “When I left my family and friends, I had just turned sixteen,” I started. “It was the scariest thing of my life. I auditioned to start my dream as a solo act but instead got paired with four girls who absolutely changed my life. It was beyond terrifying to be just a teenager leaving home. I left my little sister and brother, my grandma had died while I was on the road.
“I missed so much of my siblings growing up. And sometimes I really regretted it. I didn’t get to go to college like my brother and sister and everyone else I grew up with. I didn’t get that normal upbringing. But if I had the chance to go back and change anything, I wouldn’t. Because my dream had come true. I got to tour the world with my favorite people for four fucking years, married the woman of my dreams, had two beautiful daughters and now work with helping others make their dreams come true.
"It may be scary, and it may be hard letting go, but God it’s the best feeling in the world - knowing you’re impacting just one persons life with your voice. Its incredible. And I wouldn’t be sharing this with you if I didn’t think you were cut out for it. You remind me a lot of two people. One of my former bandmate’s, Ally. Always wanting to care about everyone, sometimes forgetting herself.
"And my wife… so much talent but so scared of upsetting people that they sit on it for years. When she left our group, people hated her. Hell, I hated her. But what I loved about her and still love to this day was that she finally got up one day and showcased her talent the way she wanted to. Not the way the world wanted her to. And hopefully that one day comes soon for you too.”
I wasn’t sure where all of that had come from. It seemed the the words just kept on falling through my ass crack and out my mouth and it wouldn’t stop. Kinda like when Dinah made those tacos all those years ago and we had only one bathroom. What a night.
Tori smiled slightly at me before laughing to herself, “Your wife seemed like an amazing woman.”
I shook my head, “Not seemed. She’s not gone. She’s always with me.”
Tori nodded, apologizing. “I’m sorry. Seems. I’m sure she’s really proud of you. Wherever she may be.”
I looked down at my fingers before sighing. I missed her. But I wouldn’t cry. Not today. Looking back up I smiled. “I sure hope so.”
***
“Promise you’ll visit again?” I asked, pulling away from Tori and I’s hug. I had offered to drop her off at the airport, insisting that Uber’s were crazy and Taxi’s were overpriced but really, I just wanted to spend a little more time with her. Of course she protested a million times. That’s something I learned about Tori in this last week. She hated feeling like a burden or like she was bothering you. I admired that about her.
A wide smile took over her features, dimples on full display saying hello to LAX. “Of course. I’ll text you when I land,” she promised.
Nodding once more, I watched as she turned around and heading to check in her luggage. Sighing to myself, I proceeded out the airport. Well, there goes another person in my life.
When I returned home, Lucy was watching TV on the couch, phone in hand and different pouches of candy scattered all over. I rolled my eyes.
“What are you, a troll?” I laughed, plopping down beside her.
She glanced at me with a raised eyebrow before looking back down at her phone. “Well hello to you too,” she mumbled.
“Where are the girls?” I asked, looking up towards the stairs. The house didn’t seem to be upside down like usual.
Lucy shut her phone off, looking at me. “Luna is probably sleeping off her sugar rush and Lana is in her art room.”
“You gave them candy?!” I yelled, throwing a couch pillow at her to which she caught with ease. “Stop trying to give my kids diabetes! You do this every time.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just trying to sweeten up their lives. You’re the one making them drink fucking green vegetable shakes telling them they’d get cancer if they didn’t. The only thing at risk of giving those children cancer is whatever is in that poison you call health,” she huffed, opening a new pack of skittles and downing a handful.
I looked at her for a moment before sighing to myself. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”
“Yet you use to be in love with me.”
“Yeah, before you cheated on me and brought another woman in my bed,” I blurted out. Lucy turned to look at me, obvious pain behind her deep brown eyes. I sighed, shaking my head at myself. No wonder I had no friends. I’m such a mood killer. “Sorry, I was just fucking around.”
Lucy took a deep breath, looking down as she fumbled with the empty pack of skittles. “I know. I just can’t help but feel you’ll never fully forgive me for that…”
I shrugged, “I already forgave you. I guess it’s too sensitive of a topic to joke about.”
Lucy laughed humorlessly to herself, before looking at me again. “You say you forgave me but if you did, you would have given us another shot last year when I brought it up.”
I shook my head, “Don’t start again please. You’re with Kandee.”
“I know that, but you know if you would’ve given me a chance I’d be with you. Helping you raise Luna and Lana. I love those girls… and you. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get you to replace Camila–”
“Can you just stop?” I cut her off. I looked away, not wanting to see the pain behind her eyes. “I thought we agreed on only being friends, Lucy,” I sighed. “Besides, my wife just died–”
“Oh my god Lauren its been four fucking years. She’s not your wife. She’s a dead woman. They found her remains. She’s gone. Luna and Lana hardly fucking remember her. Stop talking about her! We’re over it, you need to get over it too.”
I looked at Lucy in nothing but disbelief. Taking several calming deep breaths, I blocked out her attempts to apologize as I made my way up the stairs, stopping the tears from falling. Halfway up the stairs, I looked back down at Lucy who was now standing, getting ready to follow me up. “Please go home to your girlfriend and stop telling me how to live my life simply because you can’t get over the past.”
***
Tori tossed and turned in her bed. It was her first night back in Alaska and although she was happy to see her mom again, she’s been battling with an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach since earlier that day when she had went over to visit Karla, only for Kristen (Lola) to throw some absurd excuse as to why she couldn’t come in.
*Flashback*
Ringing the doorbell by the wooden door, Tori gripped the box of Hawaiian Pizza tighter from excitement. She had just arrived no less than two hours ago and was ready to surprise Karla with a box of her favorite pizza all while binge watching ‘Friends’.
When no one came to the door, she glanced at the driveway to make sure Kristen’s Dodge Durango was still there. Looking back at the closed door with a frown, she rang the doorbell two more times. “Maybe they just didn’t hear it,” she mumbled to herself.
A few minutes passed before she heard someone unlocking the several locks on the door. It was still crazy to her that Kristen felt that they needed six locks on one door, but she wasn’t one to judge.
When the wooden door to the cabin like three story home flew open, Tori smiled widely at Kristen, getting ready to walk in only to be stopped. Frowning, she shot Kristen a weird look. “Uh, I have pizza for Karla and I. I just got back from my trip,” she explained, waving the box of pizza in a form of obvious proof.
Kristen looked back into the house for a moment before stepping out and shutting the door behind her. Tori stumbled back, a confused frown permanently etched onto her lips. “What the hell? Why aren’t you letting me in?”
Kristen crossed her arms, looking at Tori with raised eyebrows. “Okay first, I have no obligation to let you into my home,” she started. “And two, Karla isn’t feeling too well. Pizza isn’t exactly something she should be eating.”
Ignoring Kirsten’s first comment, concern instantly washed over Tori. “What’s wrong with her? Why isn’t she feeling well?” She asked, attempting to weave around Kristen to go on inside. When she felt a strong arm shove her back, she grew angry. Light brown eyes glared at hazel ones. “What the fuck Kristen!”
Kristen rolled her eyes, holding Tori away. “She’s not having any visitors right now. She’s contagious.”
Tori scoffed, “That’s bullshit, I don’t care. Can I please just see her? To make sure she’s fine at least?”
Kristen raised an eyebrow, now glaring at Tori in annoyance. “What, do you not trust me? Just go home and rest Victoria. You probably have jet lag or something. You can come back next week.”
Tori’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. “Next week?! What the hell, please tell me what’s happening. Can I just say hi? I promise I’ll leave right after Kris,” she begged.
Her heart fell into her stomach when Kristen ignored her, walking back inside and shutting the door behind her. Concern was swarming throughout her body and she didn’t know what to do.
“Does Karla not wanna see me?” She mumbled to herself.
That was the only thing that made sense. Kristen wouldn’t intentionally keep her away like that. Even when Karla had strep throat, she was still allowed to see her. It wasn’t about it being contagious. Karla just didn’t want to see her anymore.
Frowning down at the box of pizza, she sighed, holding her tears in as she turned back around and headed back to her car.
***
Staring up at her bedroom ceiling, she huffed before crawling out of bed. Heading into the living room, she was about to make her way into the kitchen for some water when she realized her study room light was on. “I thought I turned that off…” she mumbled.
Crossing the floor of her living room and into her study room, she jumped nearly twenty feet into the air. Heart beating erratically, she held her chest as her breathing hitched.
“Oh hey Tori,” her mother greeted looking up from the computer screen in front of her before looking back down. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
She took a deep breath before letting it out. “I didn’t know you decided to stay,” she mumbled out, pulling a chair up and sitting down.
Her mom raised an eyebrow at her, “That’s never bothered you before.”
“Yeah I know, I’m sorry. Just kinda scared me…”
“Alright. Well what are you doing up? Don’t you have work? It’s nearly four in the morning.”
Sighing dramatically, she ran her hands up and down her face. “Just kind of worried about Karla,” she said quietly, playing with the loose thread on her pajama bottoms.
Looking away from the computer screen, Laura (Tori’s mother) turned to face her daughter and gave her full attention. “What’s the matter with Karla? Is she having issues with the baby?”
Tori shook her head, shrugging. “I’m not even sure Ma. I went over there after my flight with a box of her favorite pizza and Kristen opened the door, and made up an excuse as to why I couldn’t come in. She said Karla had some sort of "contagious sickness” and that I should come back next week. But Ma, I was with Karla when when she had strep throat and every other illness. I think Kris is being a little sketchy. She even shoved me away when I tried to go inside.“
Laura gave her daughter a puzzled look before sighing. "I never really trusted that woman…”
“Karla? Why? You know she’s more honest than Mary herself.”
Laura shook her head laughing lightly. “Not Karla, she’s a sweetheart. I’m talking about Kristen.”
Tori frowned, “Oh. Well, this is the first time I’m actually doubting her words. I don’t really know her, whenever I’m around she’s either working in her office or not talking. Karla says she doesn’t like a lot of people and she’s really closed off.”
Laura rolled her eyes, sliding her rolling chair back and forth on the carpeted floor as she thought. “I don’t know sweetheart. She just has rubbed me the wrong way for far too long. I don’t think she’s as good of a person as you think she may be.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about Ma. Karla wouldn’t be with her if she was a bad person. I’m just overreacting because I couldn’t see my best friend,” Tori defended.
Laura sighed to herself as she stood up. Walking towards her daughter, she planted a soft kiss on her forehead, pushing her curly blonde locks back. “I like how you always want to see the best in people baby girl, but I’ve been around far longer than yourself. I think I know a good person verses a bad person when I see it. Maybe Karla herself doesn’t even know. But I could be wrong, just get some sleep. I’m heading to bed.”
Tori felt her shoulders drop. “Okay. Fresh towels in the guest room bathroom,” she called over her shoulder.
“Thanks baby! Go to sleep now.”
Tori didn’t know how long she sat in the study room of her condo just thinking. But when she finally decided to head on up to bed, the sun was nearly coming up. “I guess this calls for a phone call to work faking sick…”
Entering her room, she flopped down on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Looking over at her nightstand where her phone sat, she picked it up deciding to do a bit of internet surfing before sleeping.
On her screen was two messages from Lauren. “Oh shit.”
Lauren - 7:24 PM: Hey, I don’t mean to be annoying and shit but just checking in to make sure you landed safely??
Lauren - 2:03 AM: I’m kinda worried. I gotta head to bed now but I bet you’re just busy or sleeping or something. Get back to me when you can.
Sitting up, she couldn’t help but smile at her concern but felt bad at the same time. She totally forgot to text her after she landed.
Tori - 5:59 AM: hey, i’m really sorry. i literally JUST saw your messages. i landed safely. just been stressed.
Tori went to put her phone down and head to sleep when it all of a sudden beeped. Frowning down at it, she raised an eyebrow when she realized it was Lauren.
Lauren - 6:01 AM: Oh no it’s okay. Just glad you’re safe and all. Penny for your thoughts?
Tori - 6:01 AM: wow, did you stay up awaiting my message? lol. but nah, i don’t wanna bug ya
Tori fumbled with her phone as she waited for a new reply. “Sleep is for losers anyways,” she mumbled to herself.
Lauren - 6:04 AM: Nooo, lmfao. I have kids, remember? It’s like 7 AM and I gotta take them to school. And you won’t, I promise.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she contemplated talking to Lauren about her concerns before typing away on her phone.
Tori - 6:05 AM: ooohhhh. damn i’m sorry that legit slipped my mind. sucks you gotta be up so early )-:
Tori - 6:05 AM: and i’m just worried about karla, you know, the one i made the demo for? yeah her
Tori found herself falling asleep when Lauren didn’t reply after a few minutes. She was nearly in sleep world when her phone buzzed beneath her finger tips.
Lauren - 6:13 AM: Me being up early? Look at you. But what are you worried about? Her not liking it?
***
Walking up the stairs, body beyond sore, Camila banged her fist on the locked door. “L-Lola. Please, I’m sorry,” she croaked out through the shut door. She’s been down in that basement for far too long and she was tired. She rather live under Lola’s rules then down there in darkness.
She felt tears prick her eyes when no one came. She was probably gone. Limping back down the stairs, she walked over to her corner and sat. “Please hurry up and save me Lolo…” she whispered as the first tear escaped.
She had bruises covering every inch of her body. Her stomach was in severe pain. She didn’t even know if the being within her was still alive. She hasn’t felt a single kick in days and she couldn’t help but feel worried but relieved all at once.
Minutes after she had come back down the stairs, the basement door swung open, Lola standing at the top. She flicked on the lights and Camila stood up as quickly as her body would allow her to. “Please Lola, I’m sorry,” she whispered as she came closer. “Don’t leave me down here anymore. I’m scared.”
Lola stared at her fiancée for a few moments before dropping the wooden stick in her hand, watching as it tumbled down the stairs. Hazel eyes locked with brown ones as she descended from the staircase. Camila stumbled back slightly when Lola unexpectedly wrapped her arms around her. “I hate to teach you lessons like that love,” She could feel her body tremble in fear but forced herself to hug her back, scared she may upset her and make her leave her down here again. “I love you.”
She stayed silent, hoping she could pass as not hearing it, but of course Lola wouldn’t allow that. Pulling away, she bent down to stare her in the eyes. “I said, I love you,” Looking down, she felt Lola’s hand grip her chin firmly. “You love me too, right?” Camila could feel a fresh set of tears coming as she nodded hesitantly. “Words baby, use your words.”
“Y-Yes… I love you too,” she whispered softly.
Lola smiled a creepy smile before bringing her lips down to Camila and engaging her into a rough kiss. She could feel the bile of disgust rising up her throat as she forced herself to kiss back. Lola soon pulled away, smiling creepily at Camila. “Good girl. Now, we’re gonna go make sure our baby boy is okay, alright?”
***
Camila sat and looked around the small examination room nervously. Lola had covered all of her bruises up with waterproof makeup. You could still see the slight obvious swelling on her lip and left eye, but it looked mostly like bloating.
The ultrasound technician walked in with a bright smile. “Hello Karla, Kristen. Its been awhile,” Holly greeted.
Holly was the first ultrasound technician to take a look at Camila when she had found out she was pregnant and had helped them several times before. Its been a few months since they’d last seen each other.
Lola smiled at Holly; extending her hand out to which Holly shook. “It has, hasn’t it?”
Smiling slightly herself, Camila nodded, not in the mood to speak. “So lets begin, yeah?”
Laying back on the examination bed near the machine, Camila raised her shirt up, exposing her protruding stomach. She hoped the makeup Lola put wouldn’t rub off when Holly started with the gel.
She winced when Holly pressed the gel covered wand firmly onto her stomach, swiftly moving it around.
Minutes later, Holly gave Camila a wipe to clean herself up and smiled at her. “Dr. Peterson should be in shortly,” she said before walking out.
Lola and Camila sat in silence as they waited for the OBGYN. Soon, the familiar blonde haired woman walked in with a bright smile. “Karla, Kristen! How is my favorite couple doing?” She laughed, taking a seat at the doctors chair.
After doing the usual friendly greeting, Dr. Peterson set her belongings down on the table before going over Camila’s chart silently for a moment before turning to the “couple.”
“Well, everything looks pretty decent to me. What does concern me although is the slightly slowed down heartbeat but that could just be due to early stages of the pregnancy,” or your crazy bitch of a “fiancée” trying to kill you by kicking your stomach over and over for an hour straight, she thought to herself. “Kristen, do you mind stepping outside with me? I want to speak to you about something,” Dr. Peterson requested.
Lola glanced at Camila before looking at Dr.
Peterson and nodding. Camila watched in silence and confusion as the two women walked out of the room.
Minutes passed and neither have returned. Camila glanced around nervously before her eyes landed on Dr. Peterson’s cell phone sitting on the counter. A risky thought crossed her mind as she glanced at the door.
She waited a few more minutes to make sure no one was coming before quickly getting up and dashing across the room to retrieve the cellular device. “Please don’t have a lock, please don’t have a lock, please don’t have a lock,” she whispered over and over again to herself as she turned it on. She paced around impatiently as the apple logo came onto the phone. Glancing back the door, her eyes widened when she saw the handle turning slightly.
Looking at the phone in her hand that was currently rebooting, she shoved it into her bra and made her way back to the examination table, sitting and acting as normal as she possible could. Praying that Dr. Peterson doesn’t notice her missing phone right away.
“Well, you ladies are free to go. Make a follow up appointment for a well check in four weeks at the front desk. Hope to see you soon,” she smiled, gathering her things all at once and walking out.
Lola looked at Camila with a raised eyebrow. “C'mon.”
Standing in place Camila tried to think of an excuse as quickly as possible. “I… I uh. I have to poop!” She blurted out.
Lola looked at her with slightly wide eyes before sighing. “You can do that at home.”
“I can’t hold it,” she insisted.
Lola rolled her eyes in annoyance, “Hurry up and ask someone for the bathroom.”
Nodding and shooting Lola a small nervous smile to seem as unsuspicious as possible, Camila hurried and waddled out of the exam room, spotting a near by bathroom and walking in. She quickly locked the door behind her.
Taking the phone out from her bra, she was surprised that Lola didn’t notice it considering the fact that she had absolutely no breasts and anything against her chest was pretty obvious but she thanked god she hadn’t cause she was kind of nervous to find out what Lola would have done if she did. Lola never allowed her to have a phone, being the main reason why she’s never been able to find help for herself. Lola tracked her every move. Almost like a stalker. She couldn’t tell her co-workers because Lola was pretty much always at work with her or watching from afar. Lola was everywhere. But this was her moment. Her one chance.
Turning the phone on, she slid her thumb across the screen and nearly cried tears of joy when she realized there was no lock. She begged her mind to remember the one persons number she hoped and prayed stayed the same all these years. Her thumbs shook nervously as she typed away.
***
“Wait, I gotta go grab my phone!” She called out before running up the stairs and into her room.
Walking over to her nightstand, she picked it up getting ready to chuck it into her purse before it vibrated several times. Her heart stopped at what she read. Someone had to be fucking with her.
At least that’s what she thought until she read the last message.
Unknown - 2:34 PM: dinah, i need your help. it’s camila
Unknown - 2:34 PM: please don’t reply to this number. its not my phone
Unknown - 2:35 PM: im in yakutat alaska. lola is literally keeping me hostage
Unknown - 2:36 PM: i cant explain much but im in danger and i need your help. please. is lauren ok? are my kids ok?
Unknown - 2:36 PM: fuck dont answer that. i have no time at all. but if you do see them, tell them i love them so much and i miss them more than anything in the world
Unknown - 2:37 PM: i told lola i had to take a shit but i gotta hurry. dont reply back. PLEASE! just send help. im in yakutat alaska living on 5285 maplewood road
Unknown - 2:37 PM: please… im begging you cheech. help me
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a/n: oooooooo…. alright. welp, this chapter sucked ass but idk. tell me what you think.
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what do you think about tori’s mom’s suspicions?
how do you feel about what lucy said?
what do you expect going forth?
how do you think dinah will respond to those messages?
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camila and her new son on the way?
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HEADCANONS- UNDERTALE LEES
I love reading headcanons so I figured I’d make some of my own, I’m a stickler for detail so I hope y'all enjoy and you should expect a few more after this too 😉
PAPYRUS: The most adorable cutie patootie cinnamon roll ever, a major giggler mixed with loud ‘NYEH HEH HEH’S’ at every conceivable interval! He loves tickle fights especially because he gets to be a little kid in a way and he loves being able to retaliate and make other people laugh more than anything else.
His normal ticklers are Undyne because she loves any opportunity to beat him (and she thinks he’s adorable but she’d never say that), also Sans because he’s the big brother and Papyrus loves having fun with his brother, and sometimes Frisk because they love hearing Papyrus’ laugh and loves spending time with him too. Also, Mettaton takes a chance whenever he can because he simply cannot get enough of darling Papyrus’ laugh and multiple reactions, but Papyrus loves all of it nonetheless because he gets to connect with friends.
His worst spots are his ribs which are always certain to get the giggles bubbling away, his spine is his real bad spot though and never fails to elicit squeals and the odd snort, which everyone else never fails to tease him about. In short he is the adorable lee of the underground 😊
SANS: This guy pretends to be the hard guy, being all suave with his puns and cheeky mischievous nature, however when it comes to tickling he becomes genuine putty in his ler’s hands (literally in their hands 😂). His loud belly laughs and yelps let Sans finally let go of his worries and just laugh freely.
Not many people know of this little weakness but there are a select few, Papyrus for one since he knows practically everything about his brother, and he loves the opportunity to turn the tables on Sans and relishes in the power that most little brothers only dream of; however Papyrus is discreet since Sans never can hide his embarrassment. Toriel knows too, she and Sans are undoubtedly close and she relishes in making him laugh with something other than puns, I’m pretty sure she gets some enjoyment from embarrassing him too! Frisk is the only other person who knows and isn’t the sort of person to take advantage, but if they ever see that Sans is sadder than usual they’ll give him a little cheer up. Which Sans always appreciates.
His bad spots are his ribs which unlock his deep chuckles which quickly morph into strong belly laughs when you reach his ghost-tummy. Light skitterings are all it takes to make him a mess, however when you do relent you better start running because he’ll give you a hell of a bad time in revenge. He’s the revenge taker of the underground 😊
TORIEL: Just need to say first….GOAT MOM IS BEST MOM! Okay, so Toriel is the definition of adorable when it comes to tickles; squirming, giggling and curling up into a cute floof ball make her an immediate target. I mean who could resist that cuteness?!
Literally everyone knows of how sensitive Toriel is but few take advantage because they would always feel bad about taking advantage of her! However that doesn’t stop everyone. Sans is always the first to give her a few pokes if he feels her puns are getting more attention than his 😂 Also, when she gets sad about her past family life Sans will always be there to get her spirits back up, she always appreciates it even if she doesn’t immediately show it. Her only other proper tickler was Asgore, even though it was mainly in the past he always tickled her because he loved seeing her laugh and be happy. Honestly like how a couple really should be, always with care and attention.
Her main tickle spots are her floofy, furry tum tum which gets her giggling and squirming but her death spots are behind her ears and the bases of her horns and i CAn’t eVEN BECAUSE SHE SQUEALS AND BLUSHES SO MUCH IT’S UNBELIEVABLE! In short, Toriel is the most embarrassed ticklee of the underground.
UNDYNE: Whoo boy you have to be one frickin determined cookie to be able to unlock the ticklishness of this fearsome warrior, she’ll deny it everytime but she has her sensitive spots just like everyone else. Her loud boisterous laughter is hilarious to behold 😂
People know about Undyne being ticklish but are always far too intimidated to even try for fear of her strength and her capacity for revenge. There are a few who do though 😉 Tickling Undyne is one of Alphys’ favourite things to do because she’s the only one who ever gets to see her all giggly! They always have tickle fights together and Alphys enjoys getting a little payback now and then because who doesn’t love tickling their bae? Papyrus has tickled her once (by accident in training) but she swore him to ultimate secrecy, with a little persuasion containing a ticklish theme of course 😉
Undyne’s main tickle spots reside at her ear fins where the skin is EXTREMELY sensitive, like legit she will break a freakin window with her screeching holy fuck. Her gills are also pretty sensitive and will make her scrunch up her neck and giggle like a kid it’s so cute! But her death spot is definately her feet and particularly the webbing and this is probably the only thing that would get her begging for mercy….before she abruptly kicks you in the face 😂 Undyne is the most resistant lee of the Underground.
ALPHYS: I can’t even with this smol weeaboo child like talk about a major SQUEEEEEEEEEEE at the very thought of her being tickled holy hell! She gets ever so embarrassed and takes about an hour to recover, like she will legit still be engulfed by a giggle fit for ages! I think she kinda enjoys it too because she likes it when her friends make her laugh and cheer her up when she’s having a bad day.
LITERALLY EVERYONE TICKLES ALPHYS! I swear at one point everyone banded together and agreed to make it a group activity or something 😂 Undyne loves to tickle her because she loves her laugh, Mettaton tickles her because he’s a mischievous little shit and loves making her squirmy and embarrassed. She may not be as close with everyone else but they will always team up and tickle the living daylights out of her in case she’s been working too hard or feeling down. Because every single goddamn being loves her to pieces because it is literally impossible not to 😊
Alphys is a walking tickle spot like poke her anywhere and she’ll jump a mile! Although I have to say that going for her tail will elicit uncontrollable squealing, giggling, blushing and squirming all in the space of a microsecond, like every aspect of her is a bundle or nerves! Seriously if you so much as poke her tail….holy shit she will squeal so hard and her giggles will give you a cuteness induced heart attack, like she literally cannot deal with it! Alphys is the most adorable lee of the Underground.
METTATON: This sexy, fabulous superstar will have you thinking his confidence means he couldn’t possibly be ticklish. Oh darling do I have a surprise for you! It varies between his forms, boxy and NEO aren’t as ticklish and you’d probably only get a few giggles. His EX form however….darlings you are certainly in for a treat 😉
Alphys constantly takes advantage of all his little nerve receptors (that she herself installed might I add) are I swear she gets a kick out of making him squeal! Another few people who like to take advantage include our lil Blooky who enjoys phasing through his cousin’s metal body to send shockwaves and shivers to get him giggling! However our star’s main predator is Papyrus who simply relishes every noise and reaction he can get from his mischievous robot, not that Mettaton really complains about it of course 😂 I personally think Mettaton rather enjoys being made to giggle and laugh, especially with all the teasing people can dish out on him!
When it comes to specific spots the main ones to go for would definately be his black waist, hips and thighs which aren’t made of hard metal, but just a softer material. This makes them perfect for squeezing which will have him bucking and snorting in no time! Also, it wouldn’t do any harm to skitter around his pink soul a little, you’d get the most delicious squeaks and giggles! 😂 Even though he’ll get his revenge on you after, he’ll never really try to stop you and go quiet if you ask him about it….. you can all make of that what you will 😂 Mettaton is the bashful lee of the Underground.
FRISK: AHHHHHHH SMOL INNOCENT CHILD TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD!!! Ahem…this adorable ass human’s laughter puts a smile on everyone’s face so tickling Frisk is basically everyone’s favourite hobby. Frisk’s giggles are basically drug-like and people cannot get enought of them, however that puts our lil human in a bit of a situation now and again *cough* all the frickin time *cough*.
This is rather similar to Alphys since EVERYONE TICKLES FRISK!!! Bless this child honestly it must be a curse being that adorable. Papyrus will do it because he loves the scrunchy expressions they make, Sans does it because he’s a cheeky shit and loves making the kid laugh more than anyone else, Mettaton is also a cheeky shit and is always fascinated with the way humans *coughhh* Frisk *splutter* react to everything 😂 Undyne is relentless and insists it’s a type of training to tougher Frisk up (I call BULLSHIT FISH WAIFU), Toriel is motherly and loves seeing Frisk laugh freely, and pretty much the same with Asgore on that front too 😊 Frisk literally generates happiness so no wonder everyone wants to hear that adorable hooman laugh and giggle all day!
Frisk may not be a complete walking tickle spot but that doesn’t mean they’re safe, oh hell no honey! If you so much as brush their neck, shoulder or ribs then they are fucking GONE! Childish squeals and giggles and unrelenting squirming will occur without fail! Their worst spot however….if you so much as think about going for their knees then their determination will go into goddamn override. There must be a hella big buch of nerve endings residing there because even after someone’s relented the twitching and giggling will remain for about half an hour 😂 Arggghhh I am getting nausea from all this fluffy goodness christ help me. Frisk is happiest lee of the Underground.
ASGORE: Oh this adorable goat dad he is just so perfect 👌 Deep chuckles, belly laughs and snorts are your rewards when you get at his majesty and you certainly will not regret it….actually thinking on that you might do, especially if he himself is in a mischievous mood!
Very few people actually know of our King’s little weakness because no-one has ever really gotten close enough to him to find out let alone try, but there are a few exceptions of course 😂 Namely Toriel, I mean c'mon couple tickle fights are inevitable aren’t they! They still do at present since they’re still close friends, that sort of connection doesn’t really go away. Another would be Undyne, she found out in a training session and loves trying to embarrass him with it, she relishes in getting rid of his big, tough kingly act and gets him to loosen up; he’s always grateful for that. Frisk also knows cuz the smol child is always DETERMINED to make everyone happy and they love his deep, chuckly laugh!
His worst spots would certainly be around the base of his horns and around his ears, but make sure you’re careful cuz if you let his head thrash too much he’ll pull a damn muscle! But his kill spot is his floofy tummy! Go to town there while you can because the guffaws, loud laughter and eventual BLEETS won’t last long if he overpowers you. Then yousa better be ready for teasy papa ler! In short though, he’s the hidden lee of the underground.
ASRIEL: SMOL GOAT CHILD WHO NEEDS ALL THE PROTECTION IN THE WORLD TOO CUTE AND HUGGABLE…ahem, well to business. This lil giggly ball of floof will give you endless joy since he’s ticklish EVERYWHERE!!!
His main ticklers are his parents because they’re mainly making up for lost time, and because they love hearing their son’s laugh because who wouldn’t cherish something so pure?! Since Frisk is his hooman bestie they never hesitate to get him if they even sense a frown or drop in his mood, what kind of friend would they be if they didn’t get him giggling and squirming? His last main ler may surprise you, it is in fact sans. Asriel (when he was saved and brought to the surface DON’T QUESTION IT JUST ROLL WITH IT PEOPLE) was always trying too hard, sans forgave him ages ago because he knew he had no real control, and one day he saw Frisk reduce him to a giggled out ball o’ floof. So of course, being the mischievous shit he is, decided to cheer up the kid. It was something they both needed, then Asriel got the message and is a lot better for it (wow rambling soz).
His tickle spots are DEM EARS, DAT TUM, AND DEM HANDS AND FOOTS. He’s so damn giggly and his voice goes up like 3 octaves and then the BLEATING gosh darn, once he starts he can’t stop. He’s especially sensitive to the lightest touches, his feet are by far the worst, particularly the toe pads; his laughter literally goes silent. He’s always way too exhausted and is too kind to ever get anyone back, all in all he’s the lee that needs it the most.
Wow this took longer than it should have, hope you like it and naybe a ler one will come soon? Patience, patience and most of all STAY DETERMINED!!! Love you all xx
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