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autumnscribbles · 9 months

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lost | c.b

summary: you convince colby to finally let you join an adventure, but what was supposed to be a fun night takes a wrong turn.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none really?

a/n: my first colby imagine!!! i absolutely loved writing this and getting back into the fandom so i hope y’all like it! feel free to send more requests :) it ended up being pretty long and probably not my best work but it was so fun anyway!! hope you enjoy lemme know!

“Pleeeeease can I come babe?” you begged, pouting as you stood in front of Colby as he was packing his camping equipment.

“Y/n I really don’t want anything to happen to you,” he sighed. “It could be dangerous.”

“I’ll be fine!” you reassured him. “I’ve gone camping lots of times, plus I’ll be with the pros.”

“Yeah man, let her come!” Sam piped up from behind you. You turned around and grinned at him, knowing that he would be on your side.

“Fine,” Colby sighed, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Only because I can’t say no to that face.”

You felt a mix of nervousness and excitement as Colby pulled over the car, ready to go set up your camp site. It was also your first time in a Sam and Colby video, and you were excited to have this new experience documented so well.

You guys all began pulling the camping equipment out of the trunk. Thankfully, it was still light outside so you weren’t feeling too spooked yet. You had never had a paranormal encounter yourself but after being with Colby for so long, you couldn’t quite say you didn’t believe in it. You felt yourself feeling jumpy at every small sound, and the boys found it quite amusing.

“Guys, as you can see, Y/n is not used to being in haunted forests,” Sam laughed, pointing the camera at you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” you laughed. “Once I get into the swing of things I’m gonna be tougher than all of you.”

The boys laughed as you began to walk down the narrow path to try and find a good place to set up camp. The boys pointed out a nice area and you all began setting up the tents. You had to admit, you weren’t the best at it, so the boys did most of the work. Once they had set the tents up, you crawled into yours and placed down the sleeping bags, pillows, and backpacks you brought.

“Are you sure you don’t want to all sleep in the same tent, Sam?” you asked.

“Depends how scared I get,” he chuckled. “But if you hear me crawling into your tent in the middle of the night, you’ll know why.”

Once you had set up camp, you guys decided to explore the forest a little. It was starting to get dark, and you felt the eeriness hovering around you. You jumped slightly as you heard a low, growling noise.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Colby chuckled nervously. “Was that an animal or a person?”

“I don’t know what’s worse,” you laughed. “Let’s keep going, didn’t you guys say there’s a cabin in these woods somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure where it is relative to where we’re standing now though,” Sam replied, looking around as if that would give him a clue.

You walked around the forest for a while, but decided you’d save searching for the cabin another day since you currently didn’t know where it was and it was getting dark. Eventually, you made your way back to the tents and decided to take it easy the rest of the night.

You lay in the tent, Colby’s arm wrapped around you, your hood pulled up over your head to keep warm.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Not too scared?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled. “It hasn’t been too scary yet minus a few weird noises we’ve heard while walking around.”

“We’ll keep you safe,” he smiled, pressing his lips to yours gently. “Try to get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.”

You nodded as you curled into him, trying to warm up. The nights felt very cold in the tent, but luckily for you Colby was a great heater when you were cold. You tried not to focus too hard on every little sound around you, and eventually dozed off.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You jumped slightly, rummaging for it beside you. By the time you found it, the ringing stopped. It was probably nothing. As you tried to go back to sleep, you felt like you needed to pee. You sighed, pulling your shoes on to leave the tent. You felt nervous, and debated waking Colby up, but decided against it. You weren’t going to go far, and it would only take a minute.

You unzipped the tent quietly, walking off just past the tents to go to the bathroom, when you heard a sound beside you. You looked over, not seeing anything in the pitch black. You heard a whisper, and approaching sounds of leaves and branches cracking. You tried to call for Colby, but your voice was only a whisper. When you felt something graze your arm, you took off running. You didn’t have time to scream, or call for Colby or Sam, your instincts told you to just run as fast as you possibly can.

You were out of breath and finally slowed down, but now you had absolutely no idea where you were. Your adrenaline was so high, that you didn’t even take a mental note of how to get back to the camp site. You pulled out your phone, turning the flashlight on to hopefully find the main path again. You felt terrified. You jumped at every small noise, scared that whatever touched you would come back. You started to wonder if there was anything at all, or if your fear made things up. You felt a tear slide down your cheek, feeling stupid. Why didn’t you just wake up Colby? Why didn’t you scream instead of taking off? What if you never got back?

You tried screaming their names, but you had no idea how far you were. If they could even hear you, especially if they were asleep. Your phone didn’t have service now, despite the strange phone call from earlier. You wanted to be strong, so you started walking, hoping to god you weren’t going even further from the boys.

Colby jolted awake, unsure what it was that stirred him from his surprisingly peaceful sleep. When he reached over to cuddle you, he was met with nothing but your empty sleeping bag.

“Y/n?” he whispered.

He put on his shoes and got out of the sleeping bag, hoping he’d find you nearby. When he didn’t see you, his heart began racing, his breathing quickening.

“Sam?” he called, running over to his tent and beginning to unzip it.

“What’s going on?” Sam mumbled, still half asleep.

“Y/n’s gone,” Colby said, the back of his throat stinging with the sobs threatening to escape him.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Same asked, suddenly completely awake and alert, grabbing his flashlight and turning it on.

“I-I don’t know. I woke up and she wasn’t beside me and she’s gone,” Colby rambled. “We need to find her.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Sam whispered. “We’ll find her. Let’s get some of your stuff and we’ll try to follow the path.”

They began screaming your name as loud as they could, hoping you could hear them and weren’t too far. They didn’t care about anything haunted anymore, all they cared about was finding you.

“Dude what if we don’t find her?” Colby asked, beginning to panic. “I can’t let anything happen to her.”

“We’re going to find her,” Sam said confidently. “We just need to keep looking, she couldn’t have gone too far I don’t think.”

Your pace began slowing, the exhaustion taking over you. You hadn’t made any progress from the looks of it. You were starting to give up. You were dehydrated, cold, and pure exhausted.

You fell to your knees, putting your head in your hands as you sobbed.

“Colby!!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Please!”

Your wails turned silent, utter defeat consuming your body. There was no way you could find your way back in the dark like this. Your extreme and utter panic had faded. Your adrenaline had depleted, and you felt your eyes fluttering shut as you rested your head on the cold, damp, floor.

“Colby!!!” a faint scream said in the distance.

“That was her!” Colby screamed. “Y/n!!!! I’m coming!!!”

The boys began running towards where they heard the sound. It was faint, but they heard it. They must have been somewhat going in the right direction.

They continued calling your name, Colby wiping tears from his face as he continued to move forward. He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t. Not until he knew you were safe.

After what felt like hours of walking, Sam came to a halt.

“Colby...” he whispered, his flashlight aimed towards a form on the ground. It looked like a human...it looked like you.

“Y/n!” Colby screamed, sprinting over to you and shaking you. The worst case scenario briefly flitted through his mind as he waited for you to open your eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Colby’s in the glow of the flashlight. It instantly woke you up again.

“COLBY!” you screamed, jumping up and wrapping your arms around him, instantly breaking into sobs.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” he cried as he held you as tight as he ever had.

“You found me,” you whispered. “I thought I was going to die out here.”

“Of course I found you,” he said, stroking the back of your head. “What happened? How did you get so far?”

“I-I got up to pee and I heard something. Then I felt something touch me and I just started running. I didn’t even think,” you explained, tears streaming down your face. “I was so scared, Colby.”

“You’re okay, baby,” he whispered as he rubbed your back. Sam sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you, too.

You felt so grateful for both of them. They didn’t give up on you when you gave up on yourself. You felt overwhelmed by love not only for Colby, but for Sam too.

“I think we should go home,” Colby said. “We can come back another time.”

“No!” you exclaimed. “This was supposed to be a fun adventure, let’s not ruin it because of this. I’m fine, really.”

“Babe, I don’t think we should-,” he started.

“Really, Colby,” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. “Let’s make this the most epic adventure ever.”

“Okay,” Colby agreed. “But promise you’ll wake me up if you have to leave the tent for anything, okay?”

“Promise,” you smiled, kissing him gently.

The three of you walked back to the campsite, hand in hand, finally feeling calm. You had the scare of your life, but you were happy to be back and safe with the boys. Sam decided to sleep in your tent, which made you laugh because you knew it would happen eventually.

Tomorrow was a new day, and what was a ghost hunting adventure without fearing for your life? You thought sarcastically.

You lied down between the two boys, pulling the sleeping bag up to your chin.

“I’m happy to be here with you,” you said. “Even though in that moment I wanted to be anywhere else.”

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days, girl,” Colby chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

He wasn’t going to let you out of his sight from now on, and you couldn’t be happier or feel more safe.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock fic #sam and colby #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby fic #imagine #snc #sam golbach

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melrodrigo · 10 months

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Daydreaming - T.C.

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary/Sneak peek: It's one of those days again, you and Tara are passed out on her bed; sun beaming through her curtains.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, fluffy fluffy stuff

Word Count: 950

A/N: Have this drabble before this next chapter…y’all need it. This is also partly inspired by ‘Daydreaming’ from Mr.Styles himself.

It's one of those days again, you and Tara are passed out on her bed; sun beaming through her curtains.

The rays frame her face so nicely, complimenting her freckles and making them pop. She doesn't like her freckles, but you absolutely adore them.

It's that type of day where you don't care about how pathetic or lovesick you sound, because she's here with you, in your arms; where she should be.

Nights with Tara were usually very hectic, she was always so pressed and fast and wanting; it's hard to savor the moment. It's also why you treasure the mornings after so much more.

You slip out of her embrace, as softly as you can. She stirs a little bit and you're quick to press a kiss to her forehead and whisper that you'll be right back.

She grumbles a little but loosens her grip on you.

You make your way to the kitchen, humming while slipping on a t-shirt.

Nobody's in the apartment today except for Sam, and you cringe internally at how awkward it's going to be with her today. Sam's starting to warm up to you, you can feel it. It's subtle, but after spending so much time with her sister you're sure you know the signs. They really were similar in many ways.

That didn't change the fact she probably hated you for nailing her sister though.

You let out a little sigh of relief when you see Sam isn't in the kitchen, and get back to your original plan.

Now, you weren't the best cook; but you did decently. It's not Tara's level of cooking, but you could always manage a killer American breakfast.

No wonder they're all overweight, you wonder as you stare at the back of the pancake mix box.

You contemplate making her an actual healthy breakfast like you normally do, but give in to the pancake mix. It was Tara's favorite anyway.

You turn on the speaker, but keep it low enough as to not wake Tara and play a TV Girl song.

Music's always been a sort of coping mechanism of yours. It's nice to just play a song and get lost in the melody, forget your problems and whatever's wrong in the world.

Tara's often made fun of you for it, for always carrying around an extra pair of earphones with you wherever you went.

You sway to the beat now, watching over the pancakes intently; determined to get that perfect brown color.

"Who's gonna kiss the brown hair girls? Who's gonna wipe away their tears?" You sing, grabbing the spatula and bringing it to your mouth.

“Well, I hope it's you, or that's going to be disappointing."

You don't have to turn around to know who it is, you would've recognized her voice from miles away. Soft hands touch your waist, sliding in behind you and peering at you.

You smile, boop her nose with your finger.

"Go back to sleep, I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed." You tut, trying to shoo her away and back into her room.

She shakes her head against you, "Nuh uh, all you do is surprise me with breakfast in bed. I should be the one cooking for you today. Plus, I don't sleep very well without you anyway."

She says it casually, but it still makes your heart melt.

You and Tara weren't one for words of affirmation, in fact; you both loved to shit on each other. That was your love language.

But the fact that she's willing to admit something like that to you with no second doubt fills your heart with pride. Maybe you are turning her a little soft.

"Okay, come on, come help me decorate these plain ass pancakes." You say, motioning for her to stand beside you at the counter.

She happily obliges, skip in her steps.

You'd arranged some toppings already; powdered sugar, bananas, fresh strawberries.

She immediately reaches for a strawberry, popping it into her mouth before you can scold her. You stare at her pointedly, but all she does is smile cheekily.

“At least cut up the rest of the fruits, I'm almost done with these pancakes." You grumble, turning your attention back to the smiley pancake in front of you.

She nods adamantly, grabbing the cutting board and heeding your instructions. Nobody says a word, and the sound of the music behind you makes you feel like you're in the end credits of a rom-com.

You flip the last pancake right as Tara finishes slicing the strawberries and bananas. You grab three plates, one for Tara, one for you, and one for Sam.

You let Tara decorate her pancake as she pleases, taking a portion of the pancakes and putting them on Sam's plate.

When you turn back to Tara, you're met with the sight of her with her hands up slightly in shock, icing powder falling from her like snow.

You can't help but snort at the look on her face; which was also covered in white icing.

The bag of it's in her hand, looking like it exploded from the seams.

The sound of your laughter breaks Tara from her shock, and she giggles a bit too.

"I look like a snowman!" She exclaims, brushing the substance off her shirt quickly.

"Snowman's are taller than you are." You quip, smirking.

She opens her mouth to reply, no doubt with an annoying jab back at you; but is cut off by lips on hers.

You kiss her tenderly, squeeze her hips slightly.

You pull back, pursing your lips as you bring your pointer finger up; fake thinking.

"Hm....sweet."

#tardy drabble #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

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zegrasdrysdale · 5 months

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under the mistletoe [ n. hischier ]

day one of malia’s christmas fic marathon

pairing : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico needs a date for the Devils Christmas party so he turns to his best friend and asks if she doesn't mind being his fake date to the party

warning(s) : none. just enjoy the fluff :)

author’s note : day one is here. 11 more days to go. y’all are gonna be experiencing all kinds of up and downs during this fic marathon, but i hope y’all have a lot of fun

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The texts come through while she's already getting dressed for one of her other friend's party.

neeks 𓆩♡𓆪 - 6:01 pm i need to ask you for a huge favor. can you be my date for the devs christmas party tn ?

it starts at 7:30 and pally is hosting this year

i'll pick you up in like 45 mins and drive us both over. there will be lots of free food and drinks. can you please come with me ?

The only reason she agrees to go is because she's getting ready for a Christmas party. She has her makeup done and she can definitely get her hair done in less than forty-five minutes. Nico is always early for things so she expects him to show up a few minutes early to pick her up.

She has on a short dark red dress with spaghetti strap sleeves. It falls just past her ass and hugs her body. It has a dark sparkle to it when it hits the light. She pairs the dress with matching heels.

A loud knock rings through her small apartment as she's tying her slicked back hair into a tight ponytail. As soon as she's done, she runs to the front door in her heels.

On the other side stands Nico in one of his game day suits. He has on a red tie instead of a black one. His hair is gelled back and he's clean shaven. His big brown eyes take her in as soon as the door opens.

"Wow, look at you, Hischier," she teases as she leans against the doorway. She also just really needed to say something because she could feel her cheeks getting hot the longer Nico stared at her. "You clean up nicely."

Nico lets out a light laugh. "This is nothing," he replies. "I wear a suit like this pretty much every day."

She grabs her dark red jacket from the hook by the door. "I was talking about this," she comments as she pats Nico's smooth cheek. "Anyway, is the party at Pally's place or did he rent something out like Jack did last year?"

"In Jack's defense, he had a pretty small apartment," Nico tells her as they take the elevator down to the first floor. "He didn't have Luke living with him yet so he had to rent something out. But yes, it is in Pally's house this year. I heard he went all out with decorations and catering."

He holds the door to the building open so (Y/N) can click through it in her heels. Nico is right behind her. "Cool," she replies. "I've never been to Ondrej's house. His wife and little girl are so sweet though."

They're settled in Nico's car when he looks over. "Um, so I just wanted you to know that I may have told the team in a heat-of-the-moment thing that I was going to be bringing my girlfriend to the party," he admits to her.

(Y/N)'s eyes widen when she realizes what it means. "Are you telling me that you need me to fake being your girlfriend tonight?" she asks.

"I told you it was a huge favor," Nico reminds her. "Please say that you will do it. I don't want to be seen by my team as a liar so I need you to be my girlfriend for tonight only. If it's a lot then you don't have to but I would really-"

"Okay," she interrupts. "Tonight only. I want the full girlfriend experience though. No half-assing it, got it? I want hand holding and arms around my shoulders while we're sitting together."

If she is going to be Nico's pretend girlfriend for the night, she wants to go all out. Not to mention that if this is going to be the only time she will be Nico's girlfriend then she wants the whole thing.

The whole damn thing.

"Got it," he replies. "Anything else?"

"Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment."

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The Palat house is stunning. The snow that has fallen over the last few days makes it even more gorgeous. The outdoor decorations brighten up the building.

Cars are already parked up and down the street even though it’s still a little early. Nico helps (Y/N) out of his car when they park so she doesn’t slip on the ice that’s on the sidewalk. He offers her his arm and she happily hooks hers with his.

“I’m happy you agreed to come with me,” Nico says to her as they walk up the shoveled pavement to the front door. “I know I kind of tricked you into coming with me as my girlfriend but I get to hang out with my best friend all night so it’s a win-win for both of us.”

Best friend. The ultimate friendzone.

It’s a win-win for Nico. All she gets out of it is free food and a glimpse at what it would be like to be in an actual relationship with Nico.

“Yeah.” She puts a smile on her face despite how she feels and Nico rings the doorbell. (Y/N) lets out a quiet sigh as the door swings open.

Ondrej stands on the other side when the door swings open. “Welcome, guys,” he says. “Everyone is getting a drink and talking in the living room until dinner is ready. Come on in.”

Nico greets his teammate with a clap on the back and (Y/N) gives him a hug and a “it’s nice to see you again” before the two of them head into the living room. Palat takes her jacket before they go see the rest of the boys in the living room. Nico has his hand in hers as they turn the corner into the room.

Every single pair of eyes in that room is on (Y/N) and Nico. The guys that brought someone with them sit or stand with them at their side. Nearly everyone has a drink in their hand.

“When were you going to tell us that (Y/N) was your girlfriend, Nico?” Jack asks from the couch. “When we make playoffs and she got a jacket?”

Nico smiles and shakes his head. “I was going to tell you all eventually,” he tells his team. “We’ve just been enjoying the new change in our relationship. Right, liebling?”

In the years that she’s known him, she hears some of the names he’s called his girlfriends. She’s even looked some of them up because she didnt know what they meant.

The fact that Nico just called her one of his German nicknames sends a chill up her spine.

She shivers a bit and takes a step closer to Nico. “Yes,” she eventually agrees when she recovers enough to form words. “We’ve been enjoying our little bubble. We weren’t ready for it to burst but when Nico said that his teammates wanted to be introduced, I couldn’t say no.”

(Y/N) looks up at him with a smile on her face and wraps her arm around his. Nico looks down at her and mirrors her smile.

“I think it’s about time,” Jesper says from the other side of the room. “I mean, the way he talks about you in the locker room sometimes, (Y/N). I was hoping the two of you were together.”

That’s news to her. “Oh, what do you say about me in the locker room?” she asks sweetly to Nico. “I hope it is all appropriate.”

Some of the guys snicker, which results in their own date swatting them on the shoulder.

Nico’s face turns light red. “Just about how much I like being with you,” a flustered Nico replies. “I say that I can’t wait to see you when I know that we have plans. I tell them how happy I am when I know you’re up in the suite at home games. The usual stuff, you know?”

His words surprise her, especially because they aren’t actually together. He’s been making it sound like they are together.

It throws her off a little but she decides to play along.

“I say the same thing to my friends,” she lies. “About how excited I am to watch him play or when I know we are going out after. I especially tell them about how hot I think he is with that ‘C’ on his chest. I mean I have to cool off a little when I think about it sometimes.”

There are a few whistles around the room and (Y/N) stares up at Nico with a sly smile on her face.

It isn’t a lie. Nico might be her best friend but she has wished for years that he would see her as more than his best friend. She talks about how hot he is to her other friends all the time. Especially when he’s on the ice.

“You’re both so disgustingly in love,” Jack comments. “The way you look at each other makes me sick.”

They must be better actors than they thought.

Well, at least Nico must be because (Y/N) doesn’t know how much acting she’s actually doing right now.”

Dinner is ready shortly after. Everyone gathers around the table as best they can with the room they have. She is sitting so close to Nico that she’s basically on his lap. Not that she would mind that but Nico would.

Chicken is served as the main course. Rolls, salad, and pasta are served on the side. (Y/N) devours all of it because it’s so good.

Haula’s wife, Kristen, sits next to (Y/N). She asks, “So how long have you and Nico been together?”

“Just a few weeks,” she replies as soon as she swallows her bite of salad. “It hasn’t been too long.”

“The honeymoon phase is the best part,” Kristen tells her. “Sometimes I think Erik and I are still in ours. It truly is the best time in any relationship. Enjoy it.”

She looks over at Nico, who is laughing at something Jonas said next to him. “I’m trying,” she replies.

After dinner and dessert, a couple of the guys leave. They thank Palat for hosting before heading out the door.

(Y/N) finds herself on the couch beside Nico with a glass of red wine in her hand. Nico has had a few beers tonight so either she’s driving home since she’s only had one glass of wine or they’re calling an Uber. She can tell that Nico isn’t all here right now.

He has an arm draped around her shoulders while he talks to Akira, Timo, Tyler, and Jack above something hockey related. It’s always hockey related with this group.

She quietly sips her wine while the five of them talk about their next game against Detroit.

It’s weird but when she looks around the room, she doesn’t feel out of place. She’s already friends with a bunch of the guys’ wives and girlfriends. She’s babysat some of their kids during or after games. She knows all the guys on the team.

The only thing that’s weird is that she isn’t actually his girlfriend. It sucks because she’s been in love with him for well over a year and he has no idea or hasn’t shown any interest in being with her.

“Uh oh,” Jack suddenly says. “Look up Nico.”

When Nico looks up, so does (Y/N). Jesper and Palat stand behind them. Jesper is holding a piece of fake mistletoe.

“Oh shit,” Dawson laughs. “Get it, cap.”

A few of the remaining guys laugh.

Nico looks over at (Y/N) and raises his eyebrows in question. “Should we give it to them?” he asks while chants of “kiss her” break out around the room.

Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment. That’s what she said when she agreed to come as Nico’s fake girlfriend.

This is that moment.

Without even answering the question, (Y/N) leans over into Nico and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. She can taste the beer he’s been drinking throughout the night from that quick kiss.

His eyes are wide when she sits back a little bit, but he it doesn’t look like he hated it.

Actually, Nico leans into her and presses a longer kiss to her lips. Her hand flies to the back of his neck and one of his hands falls to her thigh right under where her dress ends.

Without realizing she’s doing it, (Y/N)’s fingers are playing with the ends of his hair. She thought he needed a haircut recently but now she doesn’t mind his longer hair.

Nico is the first one to break the kiss. He pulls back slowly and meets her eyes. His lips are red and slightly kiss-bruised. Her heart races in her chest.

She’s afraid that something has truly shifted between them, then Nico whispers, “Wow.” All her fears melt away and she smiles at him.

“We didn’t need all that,” Timo teases.

“I feel like I’m intruding on something,” Erik says.

Suddenly, Nico stands up and pulls (Y/N) up with him. “I think we’re going to head out,” he tells everyone. “I will see you all at practice tomorrow morning. Have a good night.”

Before she can protest, (Y/N) is being herded toward the Nico. Nico quickly helps her put her jacket on before they walk out into the cold air. It’s started to snow again as they leave the house.

The door shuts behind them and (Y/N) finally asks, “Why are we leaving?”

“Because,” Nico stammers. “Because-” He’s cut off when she slips on some ice. He quickly grabs her at the waist and holds her up so she doesn’t fall. Her entire body is pressed against him. “Because I was a little mad that our first kiss happened under some mistletoe.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Our first kiss?” she asks. “I don’t understand. I thought that was going to be our only kiss.”

Nico’s hands slide under her jacket and grip her waist. His nose grazes hers as he asks, “What if I don’t want to only have one kiss with you?”

Her heart jumps in her chest and she prays that Nico didn’t feel it. “I don’t want that to be our only kiss,” she softly tells him. “I’ve been waiting forever to kiss you, Nico. I don’t want that to be the only time I kiss you.”

He takes her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Then kiss me like you mean it this time, liebling.” Nico’s voice is a whisper when he talks.

(Y/N) doesn’t hesitate. She gets higher on her toes and presses a hard and deep kiss to his lips.

It might be freezing and snowing, but all she can feel is the warmth against her lips and her body. She never wants to let go now that she’s had a taste.

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froggy-demon · 2 months

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Oh Deer - Part Four

A/N: thank you again for all of the support!! I had to rewrite this one a couple of times because I just couldn’t decide, I hope you like it <3 I’m so excited to share my writings and I’m so astonished every time y’all leave nice comments I love them so much, thank you!! All of that said, enjoy!

Chapter Summery: Lilly is treated to a glamorous night out under the Vs’ roof, accompanied by a familiar demon, angst and tension ensues.

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I rolled my eyes, again, and waved away the idea. “No way, we both know Alastor fucking hates me, he just hates Lucifer more I guess.” Angel was positive that Alastor was sincere in his display earlier, I was not quite as delusional though. “He quite literally said he was fucking around.” I added. Even if I found myself fascinated with the demon, I wasn’t so naive to think that feeling went both ways.

“Maybe, or maybe he just wanted an excuse.” Angel paused and had a look of realization on his face as he broke out into a smile. “If you want some real attention though, y’know the Vs are throwing that big party if Velvette ain’t already dragging you to it you could be my plus one! Val usually keeps me pretty fucking busy all night, but they are actually pretty fun. Lots of cute demons and free booze if you know what I mean!” Angle said with a wink and laughed. That’s not a terrible idea actually, get out a little and have some fun. My streak hasn’t been so great recently so I could really use a win on that front.

“Y’know that actually does sound fun. Velvette hasn’t brought it up at all yet so she probably won’t need me there, but I also don’t have anything to wear for it, I’ll need something new. I could use some retail therapy anyway.” I said and rested my head on top of the pillow in my lap smiling. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Angel lit up at the sound of going shopping.

“Oh I will make sure you are the best dressed demon in the whole fucking party, don’t worry about that tuts! We want something that will show you you off!” He held up his fingers like he was mimicking a camera taking pictures of me. “You got it all babe! The tits, the ass, the smile! They are going to eat you up, especially once I’m done with you!” He ranted making me laugh. I don’t think in my whole before and afterlife I’ve ever heard someone describe me that way. “I’m serious! Al will see what he’s missing tomorrow night!” Angel teased very proud of his scheme.

“This has nothing to do with him, but I do like that idea. As soon as I get off work we need to hit the shops so we still have enough time.” I said trying to plan out the next night. Angel agreed and we worked out the time table to make sure we would stay on track. Work, then shop, then hotel to get ready, then back across town to the party. Excellent, tomorrow night will be all about what I want, it’s been a while since I could say that.

After a couple more hours of giggling and gossip, like hearing allllll about how Husk and Angel made eye contact today and it was riveting, we settle down to fall asleep while the purple lights twinkled above our heads. I tried to calm my mind, but it raced just thinking about tomorrow. This party is for high profile souls, overlords and wealthy demons in hell, hopefully I don’t stick out too much, but I like to think I’ve learned a good amount from my work. Maybe it will be enough to actually go a whole night without thinking about the radio demon, I can only hope.

The next morning there was a renewed joy in my step as I walked down to the kitchen to make my morning coffee. It didn’t matter that it was far too early to be awake, or that I was about to be yelled at for the next ten hours of my day, no, I would do it all with a smile because today I actually had something to look forward to. I cozied up in a chair in the lounge with my mug and breathed in the steam while I watched the fire in the fireplace dance.

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I can’t help but wonder what makes him need to be up so early, what business could he have at 4am? He walked through the lounge and I tried to hide the fact that I was watching by playing on my phone. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the sight of him with curious eyes, he was less put together than usual. His ears were tucked back and he wasn’t wearing his waistcoat. It was an odd sighting for him to not have it on. Without it you could see his sleeve garters which gave him an almost rugged look like he had been pouring over his desk for hours, and then you could see his little deer tail. He didn’t greet me and I was not going to be the first one of us to say anything so he passed through the room quietly. After he did, I took another sip of my coffee. Maybe his broadcast had given him some sort of trouble, or perhaps he had been returning to his M.O. from before his absence of torturing souls he saw fit on the air. I don’t care to listen to his broadcasts, when anything important happens I will know either from sinstigram or Velvette yelling about it the next day.

After a few more minutes of enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning hotel I cleaned my mug out and made my way to work.

Upon arriving I could tell I was going to have a few extra duties today. They were already decorating the main event space elsewhere in the building, I could tell by the exorbitant number of tables and decor being moved around through the halls, and if there is one thing Velvette loves it is to micromanage how something looks. I go up to the studio and start collecting my clipboard and the ever growing list of what must get done today. Between keeping tv personalities well dressed, reshoots for the launch of Velvette’s fashion line, and now the party I think I’m going to need a second pair of arms. I guess that’s what we have the studio aids for.

“I need the Art Director for Velvette’s line in the studio, we need to confirm details and revisions.” I spoke into my earpiece and waited for confirmation before moving onto the next task and then the task after that. Finally some time later Velvette joined us in the studio and started barking her own orders as well. I joined the collection of demons flocking to her side for their morning abuse.

“Fucking finally, Lilly I need you to make sure everyone to set downstairs before you leave today. Make sure you have the vision plan and everything else I had them work up so you actually know what the fuck you’re supposed to be checking. If a single fucking chair is at the wrong angle it is your fault. Me and Vox have put too much fucking work into this party tonight for it not to look right I need perfection from you today. Even the seven bloody deadly sins are coming so if anything is not exactly the way I fucking pictured it, your leash will become very short.” She ordered and I nodded quietly. “Until then I need the stupid fucking art director for my line up here now!”

“Yes Ma’am. The Art Director is waiting for you with the concept photos for final approval.” I stated. She smiled, not exactly rare, but not exactly common especially while she was working.

“Finally you use that fucking brain of yours to get shit ready before I have to tell you to. How refreshing! In that case find the makeup artists, they keep running off to hell knows what and I’m this close to snapping one of them in half to set a fucking example, ungrateful little shits!” And with that she left to yell at the next soul she could find.

I spoke into my earpiece again, “Creative Director for Events, where are you? We need to check in immediately.” Upon confirmation that they were downstairs in the event space I headed there myself and we went over the binders of planning and inspiration the Vs had laid out. The event hall was really more like a grand ballroom, as hypermodern as the Vs were, it would seem they still found charm in some old world aesthetics. With massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, white marble floors, and dramatically draped floor length windows, it nearly looked straight out of a period piece. The colors for the party were blue and black, sounds like Vox won that argument. The tables were being set up with black tablecloths and vibrant blue hydrangeas, I didn’t even know you could grow those in hell. There were demons running all around the space sweeping, bringing things in, decorating the stage, the bar, exchanging the drapes out to match the color scheme.

I checked every chair and table to make sure they were level, every centerpiece for dead flowers and leaves, the stage for splinters, the drapes for snugs in the fabric. “Do we have the staff apparel ready?” I asked the director. She was a short demon who was lizard like with one large eye in the center of her head.

“No, we hadn’t coordinated that yet.” Of course not. I mentally rolled my eyes, luckily costuming was my bread and butter.

“I’ll handle that then, how much staff will there be tonight?” I asked clicking my pen so I could jot in down. 100 serves, 10 bartenders, 5 bands, 45 miscellaneous staff on the floor, okay, doable. “Keep a handle on everything down here, I’ll track all of that down, do not let them fuck it up.” I said and she gave a polite nod. Awesome, 160 coordinated outfits, because that won’t take all day or anything.

I spent a good few hours tracking down various sizes of royal blue suit vests and dress pants, royal blue suit jackets, royal blue button up shirts and black ties, royal blue knee length skirts, shoes, but it was possible with the size of our costuming department. By the end of the day I had neatly organized racks of outfits for each position and each size with a skirt or pants option. Staff was just beginning to trickle in the door and I assigned a few studio aids to help make sure everyone had the clothes they required for the night. Before it was too late I did one last once over of the ballroom. Centerpieces were good, chairs good, all the ambient candles were lit, I could see the bartenders just beginning to organize the bars, the bands were setting up their equipment, I think I might have actually pulled this one off.

I breathe a sigh of relief and I finish triple checking my work. Everything is set in place which leaves only one more thing: myself. I handover to the Event Manager who has arrived for the evening and she thanks me for getting us here, something I’m not very used to hearing. I thank her and text Angel Dust that I’m on my way out the door at work and am heading out to pick out a dress. He immediately texts back that he is on his way to the front of the building as well and we will meet there. I gather myself and get there just as he is.

Angel is in good spirits as he links his lower arm with mine, which is still a bit tall for me, and we start wadding through shop after shop. We know we are on a time crunch, but Angel seems to have something very specific in mind. Finally after trying on at least two dozen dresses and probably half as many shops, when I step out of the dressing room his eyes light up and a big smile spreads across his face.

“Oh baby, that is the one!” He spins me toward the mirror and I can’t help but feel a little self conscious. “You are going to be turning heads all fucking night in this little number! We might need to hire security for you!” I laughed at the idea and attempted to pull the hem down just an inch more. It was a very short black, strapless dress with a wide square neckline and a low back. It came with a pair of matching black elbow length gloves and I could already imagine how I would pair it with accessories at home. He was right though, it looked stunning. It hugged every square inch of my body and admittedly had more cleavage than I was used to as it seemed to defy physics by still being supportive, it was beautiful.

“Angel, it might be too much, I don’t want to go overboard.” I said biting my lip, but I couldn’t stop turning in the mirror to see myself at every angle. Angel grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror.

“It’s perfect.” He assured. We bought it and took it home with just one hour left to get ready for the evening.

When he stepped out Angel was wearing a black version of his typical suit jacket and shorts, exchanging his pinkish red gloves for a baby pink pair and kept his thigh high boots, he looked incredible and I told him so, he nearly blushed for a second before lighting back up as we walked downstairs.

“Me? Fucking look at you! Little miss straight-laced, you look drop-double-dead-gorgeous tonight!” He beamed, this time it was my turn to blush. I had added a pair of dark tights and my royal blue Mary Jane shoes, with a delicate royal blue ribbon tied around my neck like a choker. I pulled my gloves up a little more to make sure they were all the way on before running a hand through my hair. I hope he is right.

“Thank you Angel, I try my best.” I said sheepishly. Angel instead upon stopping by the lounge where the rest of the group was gathered to say goodbye before we were off. We stepped into the room and I smiled awkwardly as Angel presented me, very proud of his work.

“I give to you, the new and improved Lilly!” He sang and motioned to me. Charlie looked surprised but happy, Vaggie was about the same, but had a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Sir. Pentious had a light blush but reassured me that I looked very nice. Husk was trying to hide it, but absolutely eyeing Angel. Niffty squealed with joy and ram little figure eights around us manically giggling about how nice we looked. Alastor was nowhere to be found though. “Where’s the big guy? I said I needed everyone!” Angel frowned.

“Please excuse my tardiness, I too was getting ready for tonight!” Alastor chirped as he walked into the room. He was dressed very well, his suit looked new just for the occasion as it was a slightly deeper shade of red than his normal suit and it was more simple with a short tail coat and a chain across the chest and it had a very faint pinstripe pattern to it. He looked like he had gotten a fresh haircut and maybe it’s my imagination, but even his old cane looked a little fresher to match. As I finished drinking him in I realized his eyes were going over me in the very same way.

“Since when are you fucking going to a party that Vox is throwing?” Angel asked the demon who chuckled.

“Oh I wouldn’t dare miss it, so many important demons and souls there tonight. I couldn’t give Vox the chance to twist a narrative if left to his own devices! Plus,” he pulled a small paper from his breast pocket. “He invited me.” Alastor had a wicked smile on as he stuffed his invitation back into his pocket. Angel gave me a small look that told me this was news to him, as it was to me. I guess Alastor is an overlord and Vox does seem rather keen on him. Even if they are enemies, best to keep him close.

“Well, I guess we should all get going then.” I said and before I could turn towards the door shadows crushed over us and just as quickly as they appeared they dissipated and we were in front of the event room door.

•

As soon as I saw her in the lounge I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her dress was the most revealing thing I’d even seen draped across her figure. The visual mixing with her timid posing made something within me tick. Every curve was on display, the dress hardly covered her ass as the hem just barely brushed the top of her soft thighs, it scarcely managed to contain her chest if she didn’t have perfect posture it could be quite the display, her exposed back left her looking delicate and accessible. An anger burned in me, traipsing through a gala in such a vulnerable position, she should be locked away from such prying eyes where only I can look upon her form like this, where I can revel in it. The gentle look in her eyes made my mind race. How dare she look like that and yet so innocent at the same time, I wanted to ruin that innocent look, I wanted her eyes to hold nothing but pleasure and lust as I did so. If a soul should so much as hover their eyes over her a moment too long I might have to restrain myself from slaughtering them. As we walked into the event room Angel was quickly called away but Valentino, who blew us a sarcastic kiss from across the busy room. My eyes stayed trained on her though, she would not be leaving my sight tonight whether she knew it or not.

•

Alastor seemed in no rush to find any friends as he walked behind me through the crowded space. Hundreds of demons and overlords and hellish elites mingled around me. I secretly enjoyed his company, but me and Angel had agreed that tonight was about me and as much as I was intregued by Alastor, I knew that went one way. “Alastor, if you are going to accompany me tonight,” I turned and flashed a smile at him. “Would you perhaps be able to hunt down a drink for me to sip on? It’s awfully warm.” I asked, anxiously adjusting my gloves again. He casted his eyes across the room before answering.

“Why don’t you join me, My Dear? We’ll find it together. Then I can brief you on who not to talk to.” He stressed the end of his sentence like it was very important I don’t meet certain souls in attendance tonight. He reached to place a hand on my shoulder blade to guide me forward but I stepped to the side.

“Please Alastor, I’ll find my way to somewhere quiet until you return, I’m a big girl.” I teased a little and batted my eyes at him. I don’t know what his deal was tonight, maybe he had more foes than friends in attendance, but still I know how to get out of a sticky situation when I find myself in one, especially here.

“I insist, I wouldn’t want to abandon a lady at an event like this, who knows what kind of unsavory figure could swoop in.” The static crackled off his voice at the beginning. I felt his hand meet my shoulder successfully. His eyes burned into mine and I felt there was danger that I wasn’t aware of. I gave in and slowed to allow him to guide me towards the bar. It was quite busy and in the crowd my back was nearly pressed against his chest as we walked. I could feel the heat coming off in him, he smelled like fresh rain in the woods. I kept my hands clasped in front of me and kept a polite smile on as we finally reached the edge of the crowd for my drink.

Alastor left my side by less than two steps to order me a drink, I took the chance to look around the room. There were hundreds of finely dressed demons in attendance, a part of me was very pleased to see everyone enjoying the space I had helped to create and so far not a hair out of place.

“For you, My Dear.” He said graciously as he handed me my glass, if I remember the menu correctly this is a mermaid mule, giving it a violently blue color. “Now I think it’s about time we start making the rounds to say hello, don’t you think?” He grinned and placed his hand back on my shoulder blade as we reentered the crowd. It wasn’t really a question that explain answer. I looked up at him from the corner of my eye, he was quite cautiously watching the crowd. I couldn’t tell if he was looking for anyone in particular or not, but his mind certainly had a goal it was focused on.

“Alastor, I appreciate the escort, but really I was hoping to be on my own tonight.” He did not bother to look at me, but he did seem to see someone he wished to talk to as we gently started heading a different way. “I fear you might not be the most suitable wing man.” I teased trying to smile at the taller demon.

“I’m afraid not, besides please allow me to introduce you to the darling Rosie, overlord of cannibal town!” He motioned to the women just a couple of feet ahead of us now. She was tall and remarkably pretty even with her hollowed out eyes and her sharp teeth she managed to look friendly and lively. “Rosie! A pleasure as always!” Alastor sang.

She turned and lit up upon seeing him, waving us over. “Alastor darling, it’s so good to see you! Who’s this little number you brought along tonight? You better keep a close eye on her. I could eat her right up!” Her smile reminded me of his, but it was more sincere. She spoke with a very old dialect, but it left me thinking she ought to be sipping tea on someone’s porch with a novel in her hand. I returned her smile and Alastor introduced us.

“This is Lilly, an associate of mine from Charlie’s hotel.” He said and Rosie gave a small applause.

“It is very nice to meet you Ma’am, I am very lucky to be a resident under the princess’ trust. I hope you are enjoying the evening, I helped put it together, so please feel free to let me know if there is anything at all you need. I am positive we can make it happen.” I offered and she giggled.

“Oh such a sweetheart, you are! What a very nice swaray this is turning out to be, thank you! I can’t imagine need anything not already provided!” She assured me and she and Alastor continued to talk for a few more minutes. I watched Alastor as he did, he seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, it was a nice look on him, but his ears would twitch every so often giving away that he was still on high alert.

Eventually Alastor excused us, in search of another overlord to greet. We repeated this pattern a few times, one even joked that if Alastor was going to keep such a close eye on me he needed to put me ‘under contract’, or he would. I felt Alastor’s claws ever so slightly press themselves a little harder into my skin and his laugh was clipped. Once we had a moment to ourselves again I scanned the room for Angel or Valentino, I hadn’t seen him since our arrival, but with no luck. I did however spot another V. I could see Vox chatting up an interesting looking demon, he was tall and owl like and dressed quite regally, I recognized him as Stolis, rumor had it he did love daytime dramas so I guess I can’t be too surprised.

“Alastor, maybe I should go find Angel, just to check in on him.” It almost felt futile, of course I enjoyed Alastor’s company, and the feeling of his hand sent electric currents through my skin, but it also felt hopeless to think that he was thinking what I was thinking. Thinking about how he had looked so delightfully disheveled this morning, how he might look beneath his well tailored clothes, how the heat of his body might fully wash over mine, how his hand might feel elsewhere. It wouldn’t take more than a couple skilled movement to have me out of a dress like this and I was sure he was skilled. I nearly blushed at just the passing thought.

•

It took all the strength I had to not sink my claws into her. Why did she want to walk away so badly, I have been nothing but the perfect gentleman all evening and still she is not content. I flicked my eyes back down to hers, I could smell a faint scent of attraction from her, how sweet it smelled. Maybe I could use that to keep her close. Clearly she wanted some kind of attention tonight, I could give her a little taste. “Do I bore you? I apologize if meeting so many people was overwhelming, but it would have been rude not to.” I grinned, I allowed my hand to drop to the bottom of her back, just above her dress. “I appreciate your cooperation, truthfully,” I walked us forward and bent down ever so slightly so I could whisper into her ear. I could smell the perfume of her attraction better here, her back was stiff and I could see her chest rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. “I don’t trust a single soul here to be alone with you, My Dear.” I said, my tone was soft but I couldn’t help the static creeping into my voice. It was true after all, none of them deserved to even lay eyes on her.

She looked up at me with sweet wide eyes, “Is that why, Alastor, you’ve kept me on such a short leash tonight?” She asked. Oh I would love to put her on a leash. “Afraid I might find a new overlord to pester?” She smiled at her own jab. “Don’t worry, I was just hoping to find a little bit of, y’know, company tonight.” Her face flushed softly and felt that pit in my stomach grow.

She wanted some disgusting demon to see her like that, to touch her like that. The idea made me sick, and more so my anger grew. The image of her sprawled out, eyes so innocent and inviting, her hair like the halo she deserved on the pillow beneath her, for someone else? I had to control my anger or before I could explain myself we would be back in the hotel, back in my room, and I needed to be here tonight unfortunately.

And that reason was walking towards us now as my smile widened I was keenly aware of my hand moving to grip Lilly’s waist instead to keep her even closer to me.

•

Alastor’s grip was strong, I followed his eyes to see what he was looking at, surely what I said hadn’t upset him like this. Then it made sense, Vox. While they have been throwing punches from afar via broadcast this is the first time they will have seen each other face to face since Alastor’s return. Vox was in the same suit he always wore, but it at least looked a little better pressed today.

“Alastor! Has anyone ever told you it’s rude not to greet the host.” Vox remarked as he walked into range. “I didn’t think we were inviting just anyone tonight?” He laughed, Alastor produced his invitation from his pocket again.

“Why, you personally signed it. There was a kiss and a heart on my invitation just like you always did.” Alastor remarked, flipping it over between his fingers to prove it, making Vox scowl slightly. I held in a giggle. His annoyed eyes landed on me and I suddenly wanted Alastor’s shadows to whisk me away from here. Work is one thing, I tolerate whatever abuse the other two Vs wish to throw my way as politely as I can to keep Velvette happy, but I’m not working now, and my back is against the chest of the soul Vox might just hate the most in all of hell. The other part of me wants to stand tall, who says I can even rely on Alastor for defense here, he’s so hot and cold with me. “And Vel’s pet, what a combination! I must say Velvette has only had the pettiest complaints tonight so that is as close as a job well down can be for her, congratulations!” Vox held out a hand for me to shake. I wanted to look at Alastor for approval or an excuse, I really wanted to not have to shake his hand, but I did. An acute ringing appeared in my ears.

“Thank you, Mr. Vox.” I said plainly. There was tension in the air between the two, but they both remained polite. It would cause too much of a scene for them to duke it out here in public. I felt the anger pooling in Alastor’s muscles as it felt like he was entirely still, not even feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed behind me anymore. I could feel his eyes bore into me, something I normally treasured, but now I couldn’t shake the animosity that was behind them even if that was not necessarily directed my way.

“I rather think red and black would have been a more flattering theme, but I guess blue is nice to some people.” Alastor quipped, adjusting his suit jacket proudly, Vox’s smile strained.

“It looks to me that someone prefers the blue.” Vox smirked and reached for the ribbon I wore around my neck, but before he could actually make contact Alastor moved us a step back. He held me with a force that threatened the delicate fabric of my dress.

“A gentleman would ask permission before reaching for a lady that way, and concede when she denies. Maybe you yourself are too modern for basic manners?” Alastor teased. His eyes burned bright red, contrasting his airy attitude and smile. I could feel his breath ticking the nape of my neck, under different circumstances I might let myself dwell on that feeling, I knew he was fired up. As bloodthirsty as Alastor may be, he has his values.

“You know I could introduce you to at least twenty demons here tonight who could show you a better time.” Vox couldn’t help but keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood with one hand on his hip, it almost sounded like a threat, I’m not sure if I wanted to know exactly what a good time entails for him. Vox played with Alastor’s protectiveness tonight. Ironically, here was someone who was basically offering me exactly what I claimed I wanted, but now that it’s in front of me and especially coming from him I had no interest. I was repulsed by the idea. I kept my back straight and tried to shake off Alastor’s grip a little, I don’t want to be intimidated by Vox right now. He doesn’t hold any direct power over me more than any other demon here. I’m sick of being pushed and pulled around so much.

“I’m plenty satisfied with my company. I’d like if you left us be now, I’m sure you can find time to taunt Alastor on any other day. We would like to enjoy the night.” I asserted. His plasma smile inverted. He looked like a petulant child being told play time was over.

“You’re welcome to reconsider, I’m sure Velvette would like-“

“Velvette does not care for my company, Mr. Vox.” I cut him off. I held back my shame thinking about her and forced myself to continue. “Goodnight, Sir.” He couldn’t hide his displeasure in my answer, clearly he had wanted to demean Alastor in some way by whisking away his date. He took two steps towards us, leaving just a foot of space in between. Baring his LED teeth he looked down at me.

“You ungrateful bi-”

“Be so kind as to let us get on with our evening wont you?” Alastor cut him off, static crackling off his words, he loomed behind me, his eyes practically begging Vox to push him further. He wouldn’t make the first move, but he wouldn’t step down once Vox did. Without looking past me Vox took a deep breath and straightened his tie returning to his dry smile.

“Enjoy the night. We’ll see you in the studio tomorrow.” Vox nodded in my direction with a glint in his eye. I stood in silence as he turned his back to us and rejoined the crowd.

I turned around to face Alastor. Part of me wanted to run away from here, be enveloped in his arms and just dissolve. Another part of me wanted his fingers to find somewhere else they could mercilessly sink into and to free me from my dress as we fell onto his bed. The part of me that won, however, was the part that looked at his angry eyes and smiled, requesting another drink. We could stay here if it meant he would keep holding onto me, if it meant he would continue to be just a step behind me no matter what, if it meant I was the center of his attention for a little bit longer. I knew I might have to pay for my disrespect in the morning, but that felt so far away at this moment. Right now I was safe, I was with Alastor, and that's all I wanted to think about. The ambient candle light danced in his eyes as he looked at me, and as much as he would hate to hear it, the contrast of the rich blue background only made his red hair and eyes look all that much more alluring.

He indulged my request and his grip on my waist was no longer lethal as he guided me to the closest bar in the event room. I ordered my drink and downed it to try to steady my head. Alastor gently hummed along to the band playing while leaning his back against the bar a little, he looked content and for a moment he almost looked like a regular person enjoying his night. If you wanted you could imagine him in life, whatever that had looked like, it was haunting.

“Alastor, would you dance with me?” I asked, unable to keep a smile off my face at his display. He stood up and took one of my hands in his and his grin grew as he gave me a small bow.

“Of course, My Dear, I’d be delighted.” He replied and we joined the dance floor not far away. I was, unfortunately, not a terribly skilled dancer, but Alastor led and I was able to follow. His arm snaked around my waist while the other kept my hand, my free hand rested on his shoulder. His eyes consumed me and I savored it. We had been close all night, but for the first time the proximity felt purposefully intimate. I nearly couldn’t bear the way he looked at me, half lidded eyes slowly raked over my figure before landing back on my own eyes. I wanted him to say something. Beside the fact that I was heavily focused on not tripping over my own feet, my heart raced and I’m not sure I could muster anything worth saying. This was the closest thing I could call a confirmation that he might be thinking what I’m thinking. Maybe he had been all night, maybe that was why he couldn’t let me out of his grip for more than thirty seconds. Or maybe he just liked putting on a show.

I was able to match his steps as we spun around the floor. He had a slightly softer smile playing on his lips. I hoped my nerves weren’t showing through in my smile, I felt like I had it under control, but as I held his gaze I wasn’t so sure my eyes were on my side. “You are a marvelous dancer, no need to worry, you are doing perfectly fine.” Alastor cooed, thinking that must be what’s caused my anxiety. I allowed myself I look past him for a moment to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t even an okay dancer, but it is sweet he would say so.

“I think you are the first dance partner of mine to say that. I stepped on many date’s toes unfortunately in life.” I admitted. Back in my dancing days I quickly fell down the rank of ladies at work to take out, I might be able to make you laugh but that’s about all I was good at on a date.

“Maybe the problem was more so with the partner.” Alastor said and twirled us around. “I seem to have no such problem.” He pulled me ever so slightly closer to him, my chest nearly against his. He was right, I hadn’t actually had much of a misstep at all. He was an excellent dance partner. He knew how to lead and to help me stay in time with him. Alastor gently guided my waist in the direction changes, or gave my hand a gentle squeeze. We were working in tandem quite gracefully.

The song came to an end and I wished it would last just a couple of minutes longer. Alastor released me and gave a slight bow, he was completely serious but I couldn’t help from giggling a little. Such a gentleman tonight. His hand returned to my shoulder blade and we melted into the crowd again. I thought about Alastor more, he is difficult, but it just makes me want more of him. I never know what I will get with him and as frustrating as it is it is also alluring. I pulled up the tops of my gloves a little, just to busy myself, as I caught my breath. I almost felt cold now without the heat of his body so close to mine, even though he was just a few inches further away than he had been it was enough for a chill to sweep through me. I hugged myself a little to compensate and blushed slightly when I realized how pronounced it made my chest. Almost immediately I felt a warm soft fabric cover my shoulders. I looked down at it as I pulled it closer to me and realized it was Alastor’s suit jacket before looking back at him.

“You looked cold, understandable given your attire, we wouldn’t want you to catch a chill now would we?” Alastor offered before I could even question him with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled back.

“Thank you, though I paid good money for this dress, I ought to show it off. I don’t know when else I’ll ever get the excuse to.” I said and soothed the hem of my dress that just barely came down long enough. I moved to shake off the jacket, but his hand on my shoulder kept me from doing so.

His smile widened. “I think you look particularly lovely just like this!” His voice rang in my ears. Such a protective gentleman. I couldn’t help but to want to tease him.

I shrugged off his hand and his jacket, offering it back to him. “Please, Alastor, I insist.” He begrudgingly took it back and slipped the jacket back on, adjusting his cuffs. I looked up at him with shy eyes as I slowly traced my hands over my silhouette, seemingly to soothe my dress to anyone else. I watched as Alastor’s eyes followed my hands. “Thank you, I think I look rather nice, don’t you?” I asked sweetly. His eyes flicked back up to mine before I spun a little to give him a better look. His grip on his cane became tight. He looked at me like I was prey he was stalking in the forest, absolutely trained on me watching what I would do next. It burned into me and I loved it.

“You look very nice, My Dear. I think you know that.” He said, his voice was clipped, but not dangerous. I smiled. It was fun to get under his skin a little, especially given how he does it to me.

“Maybe, but I was just curious if you also thought so. You look quite handsome yourself, I rather like this suit on you.” I teased and adjusted his lapels a little. I could feel his breath again on the top of my head as I did so and when I looked at his eyes they were glowing a deep ruby color. His hand curled around my wrist, plucking it off of him. I could tell he was trying to decide exactly what to say, so I continued to press him. “Oh, does the touching only go one way? You’ve had your hands on me all night. I thought I might return the favor.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at him. My vision darkened and for a moment all I could see was the glowing of his eyes and his crazed grin. When it lightened back up I knew I was back in the hotel, but in a room I had never seen before. My eyes found the forest that looked like it had been patched onto the room and I knew. This must be Alastor’s room.

The confidence I had held just seconds ago evaporated upon the realization. Alastor gently guided my chin so that my gaze was directed back at him. I knew my eyes were wide and my heart thudded against my ribs as I wasn’t sure if I should be terrified or thrilled, or both. His ears were flat against his head as his eyes drank me in one last time. “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me tonight.” His voice came out low and no louder than a whisper. One of his arms wrapped around my waist like when we were dancing, but now his claws nearly pierced my skin through the delicate fabric of my dress. He held me close there, I had no answer.

Alastor used his other hand to slowly run the sharp edge of a claw along a path from my jaw, down my neck, over my shoulder, then across my back. My skin hissed at the sensation, it wasn’t even enough to truly break the skin but it sent shockwaves through my system. I stood perfectly still, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing. I wanted him to just tell me, tell me if he craves me the way I crave him or not. I wanted more of his touch, but I was in no position to demand such a thing.

“As soon as I saw your little getup tonight,” He started to explain, deliberately fiddling with my dress’ fabric. “I wanted to whisk you up here, keep you away from any other soul who might see you in such a state.” I felt my face growing increasingly warm as he combed his free hand through my hair. “I didn’t think they deserved such a sight, but I didn’t want to upset you, My Dear, so I settled for keeping a close watch over you.” I melted into his touch as he held my cheek in his hand while he spoke. “I restrained myself then, but you have pushed me too far.” Alastor leaned his head in closer to mine, until our foreheads almost touched. His eyes were still a glowing deep red. “I’ll tell you a secret. All night I have been able to smell the lust pouring out of you, and right now is the strongest it’s ever been. You smell so sweet.” his neck dips even lower and his lips threaten to brush against my neck, the promise of sweet kisses tantalizing close. I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins, I was hyper aware of every inch of my body that Alastor was touching, my muscles screamed for me to do something. Either run away or grab him and never let him go, waiting was torture. “You have to go.”

My mind raced. Alastor wanted me to leave? We were still tangled together, he made no real move to let me leave. My body ached for more of his touch, I desperately wanted more. I didn’t want to leave this moment. “Please, let me stay.” I begged, my voice breathy almost as if I was gasping for air. I didn’t need air, I needed Alastor. He slowly straightened back up and released his grasp on my waist. My skin hissed at the lack of his heat, the dewy scent of him retreating as he took a step back. He did not raise his eyes to meet mine though, instead his voice was low and gravely, charged with static and energy as he commanded me again.

“Leave.” It was not a question. I held myself back from arguing with him and backed away towards the door behind me. His shadows pooled around him on the floor. Some seemed to deliberately run in my direction as if to grab me and pull me back but any time one headed my way another would smack it back. I watched Alastor while my back was still waiting to find the wall. He was not his normal composed self, no this was raw. He almost looked ashamed, yet angry, searching for something to take that out on. I would pray for whatever creature he takes that out on if I thought it would help. The heavy rise and fall of his chest gave away just how agitated he had become.

Finally my back pressed against the wall while my hand began to search for the doorknob. I couldn’t look away, I couldn’t speak, I could barely move. Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? I don’t want to push him too hard, but it gnawed on me, if I’d caused this outburst I want to make it right. I opened my mouth to call out his name, but before the first letter could fully form a shadow shot out to me, wrapping itself around my throat and jaw. I froze, I’ve been in the position before and did not want to make him more angry. Alastor slowly turned towards me, his breathing was labored and as he lifted his head I could see a gruesome grin on his face.

“I. Said. Out.”

I was forced backwards by the force of his shadow and only was able to disconcert the sound of his door slamming back shut as I realized I was now on the other side of it. I had fallen back from the force and found myself just staring up at his door. I suddenly felt small and alone here. Just a minute ago I had been the center of Alastor’s universe as we danced and now I was thrown aside and shut out. I wracked my brain for what had set him off so terribly.

I remembered his words, he had confessed to being attracted to me, and knowing I was attracted to him, it felt humiliating. I had felt so exposed and vulnerable in that moment, he hadn’t technically rejected me, but it sure felt like he had. My confidence had crashed. I wanted to curl up and die. I also wanted to march back in Alastor’s room and scream at him for making me feel this way, for building me up just to crush me in the end. Hot tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I forced them away. I don’t want to break down, instead I redirected the energy. You want me to leave? I’ll leave alright.

I slowly pulled myself back up and dusted off my dress, fixing myself and taking a long deep breath for comfort.. I cast one last hurt glance back at Alastor’s door and headed downstairs.

Shame, humiliation, and confusion swirled in my mind, perhaps distorting my decision making capabilities. I debated my next move, but I wasn’t in the headspace to think wisely. My feet carried me forward as if the speed of my steps could out pace these feelings. Soon my heels were clicking down the grand staircase outside the front door while my nails dug into my palm, my gloves didn’t protect me. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was walking, but I eventually found myself down an all too familiar path.

I could see the massive glowing light of the Vs’ studio signage even though I was still a solid mile away. It was as daunting as it always was, the blue neon looked like a bruise on the hellish red sky. It was fitting. The place that I looked forward to leaving everyday was suddenly a constant I could cling onto. I knew exactly where I stood here, I knew what to expect, what to do, how to act, who to be. I was thankful for that role, thankful for the rock it gave me to sink my nails into in order to hold onto something, anything, that made me feel better. Here I didn’t have to be myself and everything that entailed, I could simply be Velvette’s errandgirl, someone who did not care what that deer demon was doing back at the hotel right now. Someone who didn’t dwell on whether or not she would be able to bring herself to look into his deep ruby eyes the next time they met. Someone who didn’t miss the way he looked at her back in the ballroom with a playful possessiveness as the candle light danced behind them. No. I would be too busy for any of that.

I straightened out my back when the building came into focus drawing on a polite shy smile.

Quietly, I rejoined the event space. The party had of course continued in my absence, none the wiser to my personal angst. I cast my eyes about the room in search of Angel, unlikely as it was I couldn’t help myself. A friendly face would be nice right now, but no such luck. So I took a step forward, ever still conscious of my looks and of the crowd, and made my way back towards the bar. Alone this time, but the night was just beginning.

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sophie-looks-at-stuff · 10 months

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Some random modern HotD headcanons :)

Hey y’all! So I kept thinking of some funny, and very specific headcanons for the HotD characters, so I decided to just make it a whole post. This will actually be my first “legit” post on here, lol! Anyways, this will include some headcanons about Aemond, Aegon II, Luke, Jace, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Helaena, etc. But hope y’all enjoy lol! :)

Ok, I am convinced that Aemond has a secret stash of tea hidden somewhere. He's even put them all in a very nice ornate, antique box. It's his guilty pleasure. He probably would have some Earl Gray, English Breakfast, maybe even some lavender mint for the evenings. He'd keep it secret because all the teas he's gotten are way too expensive, and special.

Luke is an avid Minecraft gamer. Like he's basically built Dragonstone, and the Red Keep in his server. He'll play sometimes with Jace, or maybe even Aegon. But he doesn't let them into that world. Aegon would probably blow it all up with TnT.

Speaking of gaming, I think some people are on the same page that Aegon would be some kind of gamer. He'd be up to date on all the new systems and gadgets. He'd be one of the firsts to have the PS5 when it came out. He probably plays a lot of Call of Duty. Maybe even some Valorant when he doesn't wanna fire up the PS. He'd definitely be cursing and yelling at the game, to the point where Alicent threatens to take it away.

While Rhaenyra watches her shows, House Wives, Rupaul's Drag Race, etc. Daemon pretends to be not interested, but really he's super invested. He'd be leaning against the couch, or the wall totally sucked in. And when Rhaenyra tells him to just sit down and watch with her, he's all like, "no no I don't even like this show". But then he'd say things like, "Well maybe if her gown was better made she wouldn't have been eliminated last episode".

Aegon gives me frat boy energy. And I know I'm not the first to say that lol. You already know he's planning all the parties, and picking the themes. I like to think he'd be very invested into picking the themes. They would be things like, dragon night, wear your fave dragon scale colors. Or something like, Dragonstone beach night, wear your swim suits and flip flops.

Alicent likes to knit. Or maybe crochet? It's her stress reliever activity after dealing with Aegon, and the rest of the boys. Helaena is always giving her new patterns or designs to try.

I think Alicent also likes to take the occasional Buzzfeed quiz. "If you were a cake flavor, here's what you'd be based on your star sign".

Helaena runs a very successful tik tok account. She'd post her outfits, and maybe some art or cool bugs she's found.

Aegon listens to a lot of Megan Thee Stallion and Kim Petras. He's blasting Kim Petras' Treat me like a Slut at least 5 times a day. He gets ready to it in the morning.

Aemond will get down to some Amy Winehouse.

Jace works at the local animal shelter as his summer job. He only got the job cause Rhaenyra said he needed to get out of the house. Plus Helaena also works there, so she helped him get hired.

Aemond would be a great bartender. Not with like actually interacting with customers, but he can make some great drinks. Like he's over here coming up with all these crazy cocktails. Although, like his tea obsession he keeps this on the low. He doesn't want Aegon asking him to make drinks all the time. Gods forbid he asks Aemond to bartend at one of the frat parties.

Helaena was a Monster High girl growing up.

Aemond has a motorcycle. It was his one rebellious purchase. Alicent hates it.

Luke can kick Aegon's ass in any game, video or otherwise. You name it, Call of Duty, UNO, Valorent, Go fish...

Rhaenyra has a bit of a sweet tooth, but she has to hide her candy stash, cause the boys will steal it in a heartbeat. Who would have thought Daemon would love lemon drops so much.

I really could go on forever, these are just too fun to write. But I'll leave it here for now lol.

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Cowgirls Help One Another

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

You are yearning for a chance to get to know the farmer’s daughter

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Oral and fingering (Wanda receiving), kissing, language, a few yeehaw moments

Note: Thank you to everyone who convinced me to write yeehaw Wanda! She’s a fun one I hadn’t thought to write before. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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From the first day you stepped onto the Maximoff’s family farm, the daughter, Wanda, couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.

She watched as you spoke to her parents with so much respect and they hired you on the spot. They said they needed a hand with the cattle and horses as well as some other tasks around the farm.

And then they introduced you to Wanda. Wanda had a secretive, but intense vibe about her and you were attracted to her from the first meeting.

Wanda seemed tough and sturdy. She appeared unshakable like a firmly rooted tree.

You noticed the way her eyes followed you as you tended to the cattle. And when you needed help lifting bags of feed or saddles for the horses, Wanda was always there to help. You expected her brother Pietro to make more of an appearance and effort to help, but it seemed Wanda helped her parents the most.

Wanda didn’t speak to you much. Mostly just to ask you for help or explain how to do something that you hadn’t done before. You desperately wanted to learn more about the woman.

One night after a long day on the farm, you are moving hay into the barn when you heard crying from one of the horse stalls.

“Wanda?” You ask. She’s the only person you can imagine would be in here this late.

You get no response and decide you better look for the woman. She could be hurt after all.

When you catch sight of her, it’s by the top of her cowgirl hat and you enter the door of the stall. She turns her back to you immediately as her hands wipe the tears from her face.

“Are you alright?” You ask her.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles.

“You don’t sound fine,” you counter. “You can tell me what’s going on, darlin’.”

Wanda scoffs and turns back around thinking that she’d be met with no one caring about her true feelings as always before, but when she sees a soft look on your face she feels like she could just melt.

“I’m just- it’s stupid,” she says. She runs her hands over her face in a show of exhaustion.

“It’s not stupid if it’s got you upset. Did something happen with your parents?” Despite not knowing much about Wanda, you did know that she is close to her family and she loves them deeply.

“Yeah,” she says. “They want me to run the farm.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Wanda says. She paces the dirt floor. “I’d like to be given a fucking option though,” she says as she kicks some hay across the ground with her boots.

“I get that,” you tell her.

“You probably have a perfect little life and you get to leave this place anytime you want,” Wanda says.

“You’ve got me all wrong, Wanda,” you start. “I don’t come from a nice family like yours and I certainly don’t have an entire farm waiting for me to take over. I’m doing what I can to get by. I’m working on this farm to pay my bills every month.”

“Oh,” Wanda says. She’s stopped pacing and she takes off her hat. It’s a subtle way she learned as a child to show respect for someone. “I’m really sorry, y/n. I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” you say. “Really, this isn’t about me anyways. I’m just sorry you’re feeling so much pressure.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can’t fix it for me,” Wanda says with a sigh. She runs her hand through her hair and you think of an idea of how to help her.

“Maybe I can help.”

You take a few steps closer to her and Wanda feels her breathing become shaky.

“How- um- how would you help?” Wanda asks. The slight accent she has comes out through her excited nerves.

“Stress relief?” You ask her.

Your face is mere inches from hers. Wanda hasn’t been this close to kissing a woman before, but she likes the way her senses are filled all things you.

“What do you say, Wanda?” You ask her.

“Yes, please yes,” Wanda responds.

You crash your lips into hers and her knees buckle. You hold her up with your arms and push her back against the door of the stall. Wanda moans as your tongue enters her mouth and your hands make quick work of undoing her shirt buttons. Your hands graze over her breasts and she shivers at the feeling.

Breaking from her lips briefly, you kiss from her neck down to her breasts as you pull her shirt open. You’re on your knees in front of her quickly and start unbuttoning her pants.

“You’re going to be okay, Wanda. You’ll figure everything out,” you assure her as you pull her jeans down and kiss her thighs softly. Her thin lacy panties don’t leave much to your imagination.

“Fuck I need you, sweetheart,” Wanda says as she moves her hips to try and get your touch where she wants you.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” you say as you lightly touch her over her panties. She moans as her head goes back in pleasure. “So wet for me and I have barely touched you. You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” Wanda mumbles.

“I’ve got you. Let me take control,” you say as you slide her panties off of her.

Wanda gasps as your tongue licks against her for the first time. The feeling was so foreign to her. Sure she had sex before, but it never felt like this.

You take care to go at a pace that you know will have Wanda reaching her pleasure quickly. With the addition of a couple of fingers moving in and out of Wanda’s pussy, she comes with shouts of your name.

“Oh god,” Wanda says as she settles back down. Her heart beats fast as you clean her up before you rise to her height again.

You kiss she slowly and she melts against you.

“Feeling better?” You ask with a knowing grin on your face.

“How’d you do that so well?” Wanda asks a little dumbfounded.

“We’re cowgirls, Wanda,” you tease her with the term. “And cowgirls should know how to help one another, right?”

“Right,” she says. Feeling a little bare, Wanda pulls her pants back up her legs. “Can I return the favor, sweetheart? Maybe inside my house?” Wanda asks, her usual calm exterior is coming back.

“Sure thing, darling,” you say.

Wanda takes your hand and you walk to her house on the other side of the farm.

You finally got a chance with the farmer’s daughter and you aren’t going to waste anytime getting to know her even better.

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icyminghao · 4 months

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2023 with icyminghao!

to start off, to say i’m massively grateful would be an understatement. i honestly didn’t expect to start writing again after quitting like 5 years ago 💀 and just decided to write for boynextdoor on a whim bc they haven’t debuted yet and would probably need some writers on the blr 😎

i was really excited to try out writing again having been a ghost reader for so long HELP (i’m not proud) and fate just led me back to my ult seventeen!

when i wrote, i just wanted to get my work out there and published on the cloud, and the reception and friends i made along the way were certainly not on my bingo card but a welcome surprise nonetheless. i’m really, really grateful that people like reading my work and i’m sorry that i can’t push out fics regularly! i write on random spurts of inspiration and i have so many wips rn PLS i’ll do my best to publish them all soon!!!

and now to the friends i made along the way! i may not have been talking to y’all much lately but i’m still so grateful to have met each and everyone of you in my writing journey, y’all have been some of the sweetest, funniest, and most genuine people i have met ever and i love all of you guys:

zanna @slytherinshua my first friend on the blr!! so so in awe at how you’re in so many fandoms like it’s genuinely mind blowing to me (in a good way!) and i also like some of hoppipolla’s music and you’re the first person i’ve seen to like them too!! but anyways you’ve been so so sweet and kind and i love how you always strive to interact with everyone (hence the movie night and trying to accommodate to everyone’s schedules was so sweet btw)!! i hope 2024 treats you so well and i love you so much

yena @fairyhaos my butterfly :( you are genuinely the sweetest and cutest person i’ve ever met like i always have a smile on my face when i talk to you!! there is really never a dull moment in our conversations bc you’re just so so genuine and kind!!! i love your works too even though i may not have been interacting much (i try my best!!!) and i hope 2024 treats you well!! all the best for your upcoming exams too :)

skye @etherealyoungk skye!!! omg i always love talking to you :) you always feel like the older sister i never had and everytime i talk to you i just feel so warm all around like you’re just so sweet and kind and i hate how you’re always swarmed with exams but i know you’ll always just ace it anyway like the star student you are 😎 anyway if its possible i really hope 2024 brings you less academic stress and more fun!!!!!! i’m always rooting for you skye i love you sm :(

axe @blue-jisungs axie my honey pumpkin cupcake with buttercream frosting and 2 marshmallows and a cherry on top i love you sm :( you’re so so sweet and funny and i always love interacting with you and reading all the silly nicknames we come up with for each other i love you sm!! i hope 2024 will be the best year for you yet and it’ll only go up from here :) college is going to be so great for you too you’re gonna have so much fun!!!! and ace all your exams bc you’re just that smart 😎😎 love you!!

jada @kyeomyun jada :( i always love talking with you bc we always use all caps and it’s just so funny to me HELP but anyways you haven’t been active much and i hope life has been good to you and will be better in 2024 bc you deserve it sm!! i miss you sm and you’re literally so sweet and kind and i hope we get to talk more in 2024!

hana @wqnwoos quite literally my favourite writer i can’t believe i’m actually friends with you!! so starstruck HAHA but aaaa hana i love you sm your works literally bring light to my day like how do you write like that. and you’re so nice too like fr a whole package!! i hope 2024 brings you nothing but joy bc you really deserve it hehe

mellow @haowrld my fellow 8star!! i love you sm and i’m so sad we haven’t been able to talk lately (100% my fault i am absolutely horrible at replying) but you’re such a fun person to talk to and i hope 2024 will be a great year for you!!

rania @wheeboo rania!! i love your writing sm and you’re so so sweet too and quite literally the queen of reaction stickers i still love them so much HAHAHA we haven’t been able to talk much lately but i still love you with my whole heart and hope that 2024 is the best year for you!!

jem @pepperonidk jem!! i loved our conversations on movies and camp with the kids and i hope you’re having the time of your life in korea :) you’re so so kind and sweet and i always love talking with you, it really never fails to bring a smile to my face hehe i hope 2024 brings you all the joy!!

sky @weird-bookworm sky! omg i really need to get better at replying bc i love talking with you and would really really love to get closer AAA but you’ve been so sweet to me and i’m really grateful to have met you :( you’re always encouraging me to continue writing and i’m really thankful and i hope 2024 is your best year yet!

and to my other moots @woozvc @mirxzii @jeonride @trblsvt @hannyoontify @frenshushutoast @haecien @rubywonu we haven’t been able to interact much but i love you all sm nonetheless!! i’ll be interacting with you all much more in 2024 so be ready hehe 🤭🤭

and to my followers!!! i love you all sm and i’m so grateful that y’all like my work like genuinely ☹️☹️ i don’t deserve y’all!! i always love looking at your reblogs and it motivates me to continue writing!! and to the ghost readers (i’ve been there 💀) i appreciate y’all too hehe i’ll try my best to publish more quality work this 2024 that i hope y’all would like!!!! thank you sm 🩷

to 2024 😋

ps also wna thank some of my favourite writers out there i love your work sm literally my comfort: @leejungchans @wooahaes @thepixelelf @viastro @toruro @lovelyhan @97-liners @wqnwoos (😚) @wonwoonlight @twogyuu

#i love y’all #ICY THINKS OUT LOUD

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sku11s1asher · 1 year

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cedric diggory x male reader

FEM DNI (or you’ll be blocked)

this was a one night stand thing so the reader doesn’t really show much emotion during their time w/ him. also, im very mad i had to rewrite almost everything because tumblr kept deleting it.

3/24/23 edit : WHY DIDNT NO ONE TELL ME THAT IT WASNT POSTED FULLY ?!?!!

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You and your friend R/N were getting ready for a party. You might’ve been taking too long as your friend was currently rushing you, “Please Y/N! You don’t have to take all day to get ready for a party that’s going to last like two hours.” You rolled your eyes at them, “Look, I don’t know about you but tonight is my night. I need to have some stress relief.” You heard a sigh before your friend plopped back on your bed.

Once you finally finished getting ready, you looked in the mirror, “I don’t know, this outfit-” “Oh my fucking god.” Your friend dragged you, they do not want to deal with your indecisiveness. You both left the dorm and headed to your car, “Since I decided to invite you to this party and stuff, I should be able to use the aux!” Your friend smugly said. “Right… if that’s so, have fun walking to the party.”

As soon as you and your friend got out of the car, you both got hit with a strong smell of alcohol. “Who’s party is this?” You asked them to which they shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I don’t know, I just heard about it.” You rolled your eyes, “What if we get killed here?” Your friend gave you a side hug, “At least we’d die together.”

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Shortly after that, your friend left with some person. After dancing for a bit you decided to grab a drink, unknown to you that someone was following you. You took a sip of your water and turned around to someone in your face. “Hey, pretty boy,” He smiled at you. You let out a small laugh, “Hi, handsome.”

“You had some good moves back there, you should show me a little more.” He smirked. You smiled, “What’s your name?” “Cedric.” “Well Cedric, I’d love to show you some more moves.” You said as you grabbed his hand. He said a quick ‘follow me’ and took you to a room. As soon as the door closed and locked it, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed patting his lap.

“You sure are eager.” You said to him as you took off your shirt, “Why wouldn’t I? Who wouldn’t love a personal dance from someone as beautiful as you?” Cedric replied. You sat on his lap and kissed his neck, you could tell he easily gets aroused since all you did was give him a small kiss.

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After some making out, grinding, and all that good stuff, you both decided you couldn’t wait any longer. He took off both of y’all’s pants, once he got yours off he started giving you small kisses here and there. “Did you prepare yourself at all before this?” He asked. “Yeah, I was hoping for something like this to happen.” He let out a slight laugh, “God, you are more of a slut than I am.”

He had your head shoved into a pillow as he was shoving his cock inside of you, “You feel so nice inside.” He whispered into your ear. Once he was fully in, he didn’t waste any time before he started pounding into you. You might’ve had a lot of other one-night stands but, this was one of the best so far. Your moans were muffled, but even if they weren’t, the party would’ve been too loud to hear them anyways. “You are taking me so well, princess-“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence before cutting himself off with a groan.

He pulled out for a quick second to flip you over, “Damn- I’m getting close-“ he moaned out. You really couldn’t comprehend what he was saying as you were in cloud nine but, what you did know was you were about to cum. He took your cock into his hand to jack you off, soon after you came, he did too. After a couple minutes he slowly pulled out, throwing the condom into the trash next to the bed.

He calmed himself down before giving your chest a pat, “That was nice, maybe we could do it another time.” That was the last you heard from him as he got up and left. Once you were able to get your brain right, you threw on your clothes and grabbed your friend before they could go in a room with someone else.

“Is it time to go?” They asked. “Yeah, it’s getting late and I’m tired, plus I just had some amazing sex.” On the way back to your dorm, you and your lovely friend talked about what y’all did at the party, laughing at each other. You both were total sluts but, it’s okay.

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thanks for the request, i’ve never watched Harry Potter, so sorry if i made any mistakes.

@weepingsandwichenemy

#harry potter #mxm #gay #male reader #midshot #oneshot #request #smut #this is so gay #bottom reader #requested #cedric diggory #Cedric diggory x male reader #idk #took me long enough #one night stand

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gaycrittercentral · 11 months

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I’d like to know where the Maxlings came from

Oh hell yeah I’d love to tell!! ok so I had the concept planned as a comic initially but it really got away from me and got too long for me to actually make, so what I’ve got is sort of a script-lookin thing that I would have used as framework for it. I hope that’s an ok format?? I considered trying to write it into more of a prose/fic format but honestly I like it best like this. Ok enough rambling I hope it’s funny to y’all lmao (also it got. Um. Very long)

First scene is in the middle of a beautiful glade deep in the woods, where Sam and Max are dancing in a crowd of magical-looking fairies, grinning at each other. It’s late and there are fairy lights (teehee) illuminating the area, tables of food and drink scattered around the outskirts of the crowd.

S: wow, quite the day we’ve had, eh little pal?

M: you can say that again, Sam! I mean, how often do you get to save an ancient fairy commune by beating up their evil warlock oppressor?

S: and on top of that they throw this little shindig in our honor! I have to say, I never knew lutes could play such great club music.

M: and I’m living for these hors d’oeuvres! We simply must get the recipe.

Behind them, a pair of fairies in big leafy crowns talk quietly.

Fairy queen: these strangers are so delightfully mischievous.

Other fairy queen (they are lesbians): quite! Truly a pair of mortals after our own hearts. How should we reward them for defeating our fell foe?

FQ 1: hmm…I have an amusing idea. What’s better than two chaos-causing mortals?

FQ 2: ahhh, I see! A marvelous idea!

The queens approach Sam and Max, with several other smiling fairies clustered around.

FQ 2: well, my friends, it has been a true pleasure to have you! Before you depart, my queen and I have a gift for you as thanks for defeating the dreaded warlock Snivellion.

(M: tee hee)

FQ 1: here, please take these.

She hands Max a little package made of leaves and tied with twine.

FQ 1: these magical seeds will grow into a wonderful gift if you keep them warm and safe.

M: well, we don’t have the best record with houseplants…

S: but we’ll happily accept your gift anyway! I’m sure they’ll be fun for the few minutes they manage to survive in the harsh climate of our office.

M: if they live through the trip back in my pocket, that is.

FQ 2: oh, trust me, I’m sure they will be every bit as hardy as the two of you.

Max stuffs the leaf packet in his inventory and he and Sam take their leave, waving to the fairies as they go.

S: so long now! Have fun partying eternally!

M: you know, we never did get introduced—don’t suppose I could get your names?

FQ 1: hah, nice try. Fare thee well, mortals!

FQ 2: farewell!

As they go, we see a shot of Max’s inventory, with his gun and maybe a hammer or something to show that’s what it is. The leaf package sits quietly for a moment, before releasing a tiny sprout.

Several months later…

Sometime in the dead of night, they’re both sleeping until Max stirs and sits up with his ears all lopsided, looking kinda disgruntled and tired.

M: I’m gonna go take a dump

S, not quite asleep yet and regretting it: you don’t have to tell me every time. I actually think I’d rather if you didn’t.

M: but what if I fall in? I’d want you to know what I was doing! :D

S: *half-asleep grumbling*

Max wanders off to the bathroom to perch on the can and read a magazine.

M: oh, Martha, you get me. Mostly because we’ve both been to the slammer

Suddenly a baby wail echoes from the toilet (thank you, mammalian diving reflex) and Max immediately screams, flings his magazine to parts unknown and runs for the hills.

M: Sam!! SAM!!! The toilet screamed at me!!!! I think that ill-advised bathroom exorcism we did instead of cleaning the shower drain didn’t work, we must’ve summoned some kind of toilet ghost instead!!

S: what are you talking about, numbskull? You interrupted a perfectly good dream I was having about a discontinued ice cream bar :(

M: just come help me get rid of it! I can’t go with some spectral peeping Tom shrieking at me!

They get to the bathroom and Max hovers by the door as Sam inspects the toilet.

S: Max, you cotton-brained dolt, there’s no ghosts in—GREAT GALLOPING GEYSERS TAP DANCING ON SATURN’S FURTHEST MOON!

He immediately reaches in to save the weird little wet rat almost glaring accusingly at him from the bowl (it could glare a little better if its eyes were functional yet). Max cringes at him.

M: Jesus, Sam, I know we’re both nasty, but I thought we agreed to leave this level of grossness to me! Wait what the fuck is that thing.

S: well, if my outdated recollection of mammalian biology and your horrifying baby pictures is correct, then I’d say it kind of looks like a neonatal lagomorph. Did…did this come out of you?

M: oh please, I think I’d know if I had something like that stashed away somewhere in here. (Vaguely gestures to himself) Now could you get outta the way? If it was just some weird naked rat that crawled up the toilet to yell at me and not a ghost, then I’d like to finish my business in here.

Sam stares at the little rat-looking baby. It has teeth. Teeth like Max’s. He grabs a towel out of the bathroom closet instead and tosses it in the bathtub, then nabs Max by the scruff of his neck and deposits him on top of it.

S: why don’t you just wait down here for a minute while I get this little thing cleaned up?

M: Sam what the hell I don’t need to be housebroken!! Ugh fine but you’re cleaning the towel if—oh my god there’s another one.

S: SWEET SAINT OLGA OF KIEV SINGING OPERA FOR AN AUDIENCE OF PUPPETS WITH A TIN FOIL SUIT AND TIE AND A CREAMED CORN CROWN

Several escaped kits later…

Sam and Max lie together in bed with the kits on top of them, all wiggling around and squeaking faintly. Sam looks vaguely shaken by the experience, but Max just kinda looks like it’s totally normal.

M: haha I thought you guys were just weird little turds! Well, aren’t all children though, come to think of it

S: and you’re sure they came out of your inventory and not some hitherto unknown reproductive system of yours?

M: Sam, at this point I think I’d be able to tell if they’d been up my ass, don’t you?

S: well, sure, but also that’s not where—

M: and besides, my pocket snacks have been going missing all day and this totally explains it. Look, that one’s still got Cheeto dust all over her face!

Sam looks down at one of the girls, who is indeed very orange.

S: ooh. Let me just clean you up there, sweetheart.

He licks her clean gently. She squeaks in approval.

S: huh! What do you know, that really is Cheeto dust.

M: see, I told you so! I still have no idea how they could’ve gotten in there, though…I mean, they look brand new. And also a lot like us.

S: well, mostly like you.

M: nah, see, this one’s got little floppy ears! And lookit their tails, mine’s not long like that. Oh! And this one’s got your nose!! Oh, Sam, it’s so precious I could just squish her like an overripe tomato! …um, but I won’t, obviously.

S: personally, I find myself rather enamored with their tiny little toe beans. Just look at that! They’re so little…

They both giggle delightedly over the kits for a minute, before relaxing back into the pillows. It’s still the middle of the night and they’re both exhausted.

S: so…if we don’t know how they got there, and they don’t look like they could be anybody else’s…

M: 👀

S: I mean unless we want to take them to the vet to check for microchips or something…?

M: too late I’m already coming up with names and dreaming of all the bad words I’m gonna teach them

S: oh, good, so am I. I guess it doesn’t matter how they got there, then…but you really have to wonder…

Something like a half hour ago…

The kits are sitting in a little pile in the middle of Max’s inventory, the opened leaf package below them and Max’s gun leaning against the wall beside them (it’s bigger than they are). Lacey’s face is covered in Cheeto dust and there are a few remaining Cheeto crumbs scattered around them. They have a brief conversation of squeaks, translated into pictures.

Maisie: >:/ *exit sign, there isn’t an emoji for it but just draw one*❗️(she’s bored and she wants out)

Lacey and Crowbar: :o ???

Maisie starts crawling around determinedly until she comes across some kind of rift in reality, through which the toilet bowl is visible. But not to her, of course, because she can’t see just yet. She immediately plummets out of the rift with a tiny shriek, and her siblings react like :0 there’s silence for a second, before Crowbar squeaks and is translated to:

C: dare you to go after her

L: 👀

And that’s it!! Hdkhsshsg here’s hoping it’s at least a little amusing to y’all because it’s very funny to me for whatever reason hdjshsjhddhdjhfjd

Oh! And as a reward for sticking around here’s one of the other first drawings of them I ever did :’> they were very much inspired by @lillylunala’s drawings of Max as a baby if it isn’t obvious, which you should absolutely check out if you haven’t seen them bc my god she really nailed it heheheeee

#hhhhfhdhdgshgskjfhsgsjjdh little creachers….#I wanted to capture that early comics feeling of them being inexplicably wrapped up in a bizarrely supernatural case #but refusing to explain how they got the case or how they got where they are or how they know these people or anything lmao #y’know just like ‘well max here we are in the enchanted fairies’ woods! better go arrest that warlock’#and it’s like how the fuck did you know to come here. did the commissioner tell you to go beat up a warlock?? since when are fairies real #and absolutely none of that gets answered hdkdhdjdhs #also rip to Maisie falling headfirst into a toilet. second child of theirs to be pulled out of one at birth #sam and max #freelance husbands #the maxlings #asks #my art

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Chapter 2

hey y’all it’s been a minute but I’m back with Franklin saint and I just finished the show and I won’t spoil the show how haven’t finished the show but the people who know what happens 👀 but anyways this is still takes in season 1. I'm still a new writer so please be nice (side note: frankie has already met avi in this AU but I'm still gonna incorporate the drama that happens in the show but I couldn’t help to write pilot episode, baby Frankie he’s just such a cutie pie 🥰but I hope y’all enjoy 💕🫣)

Summary: lexi wakes up from the next day, and she has conversation with her momma, and makes a lie to her momma to see frankie to go see a wrestling match and letting her spend the night with Frankie Saint.

Warnings: afab-reader, n-word usage, sneaky-lexi, fingering, cursing, kissing, quick-exhibitionism👀, oral (fem and male receiving and giving), cum-eating, squirting, ass-spanking, titty-sucking, ball-kissing, face-fucking (let me know if missing anything)

word count:8.1k 18+ mdni+ (wholly fucking shit)

(franklin and lexi are 19 years old)

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Slowly opening your eyes looking around your room the yellow shaded with spread Micheal Jackson and Whitney Houston posters feeling the pink florals cover over you, with the thoughts flashing through your mind felling Franklin hands touching you all over, felling his fingers inside of you, kissing him over and over, you sigh slowly getting up and putting on a t-shirt and shorts.

Walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth and to do your skincare, leaving to see your momma cooking breakfast making bacon, eggs and grits, leaning towards her to kiss him on the cheek "good morning, momma how was your night?” taking a seat at the table your momma gasp “OH JESUS! alexia you scared me and good morning, how was the rink?" looking at you smiling also taking a seat with two plates in her hands, sitting one down in front of you "uhmm it was fun I actually got to practice going backwards I think I getting better at it” putting a piece a bacon in your mouth while grabbing some sugar and putting it in your grits, stirring it and putting it in your mouth.

Your momma looks at you eating her eggs “and how were the boys, were they having a good time as well?” You sigh “yeah they were, and franklin and melody were just skating with each other the entire time, though and kev was mackin’ to some girl at the rink, and i think leon was just skating by himself as well.” keeping up with your lie to your mom and not accidentally telling her the truth, she nodded her head “better her than you alexia, I’m glad that you’re taking my advice when it comes to these boys, I’m telling you there not good anymore.”

You finished your food, putting your plate into the sink, starting to washing the dishes, you put your plate into the drying rack as you continue putting the rest of the dishes into the rack, you turn your head, lies slipping from your mouth “yeah maybe your right momma, it be nice to have some girlfriends too.” listening feet slowly coming towards you, feeling a hand on your back "aye maybe you can start talking to shon-shon, I hear she good peoples.” a shaky breath comes out, pulling grin on your face “yeah momma I’ll see what’s she doing for next week will that make you feel better.” your momma sighs “yes it would alexia.”

Closing your bedroom door, you jumped on the bed, felling the south-central heating up your room, deciding to crack your front window the cool breeze on your face closing your eyes, absorbing the sun on your dark skin. Obviously, you can’t stop being friends with them, you wouldn’t. Especially not to frankie, but you knew that one day you were gonna have to tell your her the truth. The barbecue smoke fills your nose, hearing the music and the laughter coming from down the street. The ice cream truck stops in front of your house, kids screaming telling the ice cream man to stop, looking out your window, seeing the man asking if the kids had any money, the children’s saying ‘no’ the man shakes his head calling them ‘broke ass kids’.

You see frankie walking up the truck, having a conversation with the man seeing franklin handing him some money, then walking away telling the kids to get whatever they want. frankie stops in front of your house, he smiles at you, looking both sides of the road to see if there’s any cars passing through. frankie finally comes up to your window “sup, baby." you licked your lips grabbing at his face, pulling him into a kiss. you feel his soft lips pushing up against you, they feel so soft, you couldn't stop. You grab franklin by the shoulder, pulling him into your room, you bite frankie bottom lip, frankie grunts up against you, feeling his fingers touching your pussy over your shorts, your moan in his mouth. frankie moves you shorts to the side, feeling his middle and ring finger inside of you, working you in and out of your pussy "god baby, you always this wet for me?'' you moan in his mouth, "yes, baby always for you frankie." moving your hips to the rhythm of his hand, your head falls back, feeling franklin fingers inside of you, hitting you soft spot, fraklin grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in closer into his lips "frannkie-e, I'm gonna cum" feeling your stomach getting hot "nut on my fingers, baby let that shit go" you feel frankie lips over your mouth, muffling your moans so no one can hear you, looking up at franklin, starting into his chocolate eyes, you couldn't help it, you let out a loud moan "yeah baby, let that shit out I wanna hear you'' you moan "uggh-h frankiee" having your climax wash over you, moaning into fraklin mouth, he puts his tongue in your mouth, to silence you. still working his fingers inside of you "god lexi, you look so beautiful when you nut on my fingers."

You feel being lowered on to your bed, franklin starting at you, his eyes drifting from your supple breast to your soft tummy, looking at your shorts to see your shorts were completely soaked, frankie looks down at his fingers to see that they were still creamy, his open his mouth to put his fingers in his mouth he groans, tasting the sweet and tangy nut that came out of you, he sucks his fingers dry swallowing the last bit, still having your aroma in his mouth, he licks his lips "how do you fuckin' taste better than last night hmm baby?" you push yourself up from the bed. slowly walking up to franklin pulling him in for a kiss, feeling his soft and luscious lips moving against you, frankie bites your bottom lip, and kiss you one more time. " aye you think I can see you later today?" you smile "of course frankie it could be anything." frankie grins at you "well lee, kev, and me were thinkin' about going to this wrestling match today.” “oh my god yes frankie, I haven’t been to a match in forever wait is el oso gonna be there, I know he’s your favorite.” smirking up at him, staring into his chocolate orbs “mhm good cause I already bought you a ticket.” grabbing you into a another kiss.

“AYE NEPHEW! WERE YA AT NIGGA!” You jumped at Jerome’s boisterous voice traveled around the hood. You push Franklin towards your window “I’ll make up a lie to my momma so I can see you tonight” “okay page me if you can’t make it.” You tilt your head, furrowing your brows “nigga you think I’m missing el oso, you know he’s my second favorite.” “Ah and who’s your favorite alexia.” frankie backs up to the window “obviously it’s Macho Man nigga.” frankie grins, finally steps out your room franklin bends to look up at you, you slowly caress his cheek, stares longingly, your thumb touches franklin lips, he gently kisses your hand. You gave franklin one last kiss, franklin growls in your mouth “god lexi you’re so beautiful.” “frankie stop.” frankie slips his tongue in your mouth, “but your lips are so sweet.”you pull away from frankie “okay you better go, before jerome come whoop your ass.” “mhm aight come by Jerome house and we’ll take the bike.” You playfully hit franklin’s chin “okay I’ll see you later tonight frankie.” frankie backs away from you with a smirk on his lips “see you soon baby.” frankie walks back down the street to jeromes house.

You lay backdown on your bed letting out a puff of air thoughts running thoughts your mind of what just happen, looking up at the ceiling, turning your head to see your house phone sitting on your dresser, you and shon-shon have been friends since forever and even though she’s cool with melody, you know were her loyalty lays.

You push yourself up, fully standing to walk over to the phone dialing shon-shon number hearing it ring a few times “hello.” you didn't recognize the voice hearing her mom on the phone “hi Ms.Jones it’s alexia is shon- shon there?” “mhm hold on sweetie, SHON-SHON it’s alexia on the phone come here!” you pull your head away from the phone, almost hearing a ring in your ear “hey girl, what’s up?” “Hey shon-shon, how have you been?’’ Hearing her talk about what’s gong in her life, talking about boy problems and what not. "hey so I called you so I can ask for a favor, you think I can tell my momma that I’m gonna sleepover at your place tonight.’’ “ mhm okay but what’s in it for me?’’ "well whenever you want to stay out with trey, just me know and I’ll cover for you.’’ Shon-shon agrees “okay well if you’re moms calls me I’ll say that you’re here with me.” you do your happy dance “thank you shon-shon I owe you big time thanks.” “yeah yeah just call me after so i can get the deets from you.” Your not too sure if you want to do that in the back of your mind you know that melody and shon are friends, and you're not ready for everyone to know your business.

You walk out of your room to walk down the hallway seeing pictures of your family, stoping to look at a frame of your dad holding you as you were a infant laying on his chest, slowly entering you momma room to see her making her bed. “hey momma so I actually talk to shon on the phone just now and she wanted to know if we can have a sleepover at her house, can I go?” as she is fixing her pillow “wow that was fast lexi, I’m glad that your branching out to get some girlfriends.” “yeah momma I told you I’m done hanging out with franklin and them” your momma puts her hands on her hips “you ain’t lyin’ to me lexi now.” you walk closer to her “no momma you can call Ms. Jones right and she will tell you.” hugging your momma “I promise momma, I’m done hangin’ out with them and you were right” you feeling your momma hugging you back, almost squeezing you “alright I believe you make sure you pack a bag, and bring some snack too you didn’t wanna show up empty-handed.” thankful thinking that your momma let you go to see franklin realizing you get to spend the night with him as well.

As you walk out the shower into your room, closing in on all your blinds, putting your lotion all on your body, putting on a clean shirt and sweats you open to drawers to look at clothes you need to pack. You grab another pair of pjs shoving it into your backpack, you walk over to the closer, slowly picking out on what you wanted to wear, yellow tubetop that just stop at your midriff and a jean skirt, you grab your necklace to put in your backpack not wanting any uncertainty coming from your momma, also pack some makeup in your bag, just little somethin’ for yourself you still have enough room to put some snacks in your bag, you put on your snacks then you walk out of your room into the kitchen.

You grab some chips, candy and two bags of popcorn as your putting everything away in your backpack, you hear feet shuffling your away “I spoke to Ms.Jones and she told me that you’re spendin’ the night with shon-shon.” showing a smile on your face “see momma I ain’t lyin’. I’m gonna go to shon’s house.” the faster you leave, the quicker you’ll see franklin “hold on sweetheart now I know you’ve them boys all of life, and I’m just lookin’ out for you, the quicker you realize that they ain’t good anymore.” you back away from momma “shon-shon waiting on me momma I love you, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Walking down the street to still see your momma standing on the porch, looking around to see kids playing around the street, looking out for cars you keep walking looking on your left to see Jerome’s house. jerome is brenching some weights, you walk on his lawn “hey jerome.’’ he puts the weights on the rail he rises up, smiling on his face “sup, lexi how you been?” “I’ve been good, I came by to see fankie is he in the house?’’ he nods “yeah he’s here go right in.” you smile back at him “thanks jerome.” as your walking up at the house jerome asks you a question “aye you comin’ to the fourth of july party it’s gonna be poppin!’ you turn around “yeah I’ll be there are you pull out the fireworks again.” jeome lays back down pulling the weight back down on his chest and pushing it back up “you know it lexi!”

Opening the door to see louie sitting on the coach in the corner of the house watching her soap operas, she looks over her shoulder “heyy lexi what ’cha doin’ here?” walking more into the house “hey louie can I came to see frakie we’re going to a wrestling match tonight.” sparking up a question “watch ’cha watchin?” “oh girl this nigga here is cheating on his wife, and this woman is planning her death and tryin’ to blame it on him, y’know makin’ it looks like he did.” “oh shit louie that shit crazy.” “yeah aye franklin’s in the back if you wanna see him.” smiling at you knowing about your little crush about franklin “thanks louie I’ll see you later.” walking down the hallway, you open the door to see franklin sitting on the floor counting money on the bed, and it's covering the whole bed. “sup baby, come in and can you close the door for me.” you nod still looking at the money “hey frankie, that's a lot of money right there.” still standing, franklin snorts “yeah baby I met this man who helped me with my business his name is avi, he’s this crazy ass Israeli motherfucka.’’ you walk closer to frankie, slowly putting your backpack on the ground, bending your knees to sit on the floor “oh my god frankie, don't tell me he tried to shoot you." franklin laughs "actually he did, he made me put on a vest to see if I was down to make this paper." "frankie can I ask you a question?'' franklin starting at you, looking into your beautiful chocolate eyes "uh-huh." you bite the bullet to ask him "why are you doing this frankie?" franklin looks confused " what 'cha you mean why I'm doin' this?" you push out air out of your nose. looking up at the money again, then looking back at franklin "like what are you doin' this for?"frankie lets out some air "Well I'm gettin' paid to learn how to run a business, do things when I want and how I want. I'm gettin' paid more than some office job and eat shit that's what I'm not after. I want freedom, freedom from all of it. and I want you to look at our future." turning your head to look at the money once more "I believe you frankie and I want to be with you through everything. I just don't you to get hurt in this." frankie pulls you into a kiss "you know that ain't gonna happen and I won't anything happen you too baby I promise." feeling frankie lips on you, you nod your head "okay frankie I trust you."

Holding onto your handheld mirror, mouth hanging open while you put on eyeliner, tearing open your backpack, looking for your mascara as you gracefully putting on your lashes, you feel franklin's hands touching you "nigga stop before you mess me up." franklin smirks at you "why you don't even need it lexi." you roll your eyes "frankie stop." focusing in your eyes, franklin turns your head "hey I mean it baby, think you're beautiful without all that stuff on your face, and I thought you were really beautiful this morning while you were nutting on my fingers." franklin pulls you in for a kiss, feeling his soft lips on you, biting your bottom lip franklin slips his tongue, sucking on it, franklin pulls you onto his lap "ugh-h frankie I need to finish so we can see lee and kev." frankie groans "arghh you know I don't want to baby.'' "well how about when we come back, we can have a little sleepover." feeling lips on your neck, slowly moving down to your chest "aye how you manage to get out anyways?" "I told my momma that I was sleeping over at shon-shon's house." "why you lyin' to your moms for? she knows me?" frankie pulls away, looking into your eyes, you pull your face down "she knows what your doin' frankie, and she doesn't like it, she wants me to stay away from you." "is that what you want?'' franklin pulls your face up to look at mahogany skin, starting into deep brown eyes "of course not frankie I'm with through the end, whatever that may end up." frankie nods, you kiss franklin once more, slowly moving your hips, franklin pulls off "okay you gotta stop, before I get hard again." you slowly move away to pick up your mirror to see your mascara smudge on your cheeks "nigga I told you to leave me alone and now I gotta redo my mascara.'' "aight aight I'll be over here. by myself.'' you start to giggle, grabbing your wipes to clean off the smudges off your face.

You look at yourself into the mirror, happy with the way you look fro pick out in a circle, a gold shimmer in the corner of your eyes cascading on your lid, a sharp wing liner, full lashes, with a brown lip and gloss on top, you change out of sweats into jean skirt, you bend down to find tube top, you felt a hard smack on your ass "OW! frankie that hurt." rubbing the sting that was still left on your ass " why baby yo ass looks so smackable though,mhmm" you finally find your yellow tube top, you step into it pulling it up too your chest, having it stop were you still showing some cleavage, you look over to see frankie dress in a orange t-shirt with black pants and white adidas. "oh I almost forgot." you bend down to look for necklace once you find it, in your front pocket, you pull it out to show franklin "can you put this on me baby boy.'' "of course baby, turn around." frankie's hands grasp your shoulders one of his hands taking the necklace out of your hands, opening the clasp, laying it on your chest, having it stop right at your breast frankie lips gently grazing your neck slowly moving down to your shoulders, hands gripping at your waist, pulling you in closer to him "god baby you are so beautiful." "we gotta go remember, the faster we leave, the sooner we get back to have our sleepover frankie." franklin groans "arghh okay, you lucky that el oso is wrestlin' tonight, cause otherwise, I would've said fuck match." you giggle that burst into laughter "yeah right frankie I know you wouldn't miss this shit for nobody."

Franklin grabs your hand to walk out of the room to the front door, you see louie and jerome sitting out on the porch, people watching "aye me and lexi we'll be back we're gonna see a match." "are y'all goin' by y'all-self." louie says "nah lee and kev are gonna be there. but we'll be back later on but we gotta go so.'' jerome nods his head "aight nephew page me if anything go down, I know y'all gon be in pico-union nigga." frankie nods as well "uh-huh I'll let yall know if anything happens." you waved at them "bye yall." frankie walks to his bike while still holding you hand, frankie digs in left pocket to find his keys, he hops on and turning on the bike, realizing you had on a skirt ''frankie I can't get on the bike I have a skirt on." frankie smirks at you ''that just means you gotta get closer to me then." you sigh, putting your leg over the bike, pulling down your skirt "frankie I don't wanna flash anybody." "you ain't gon flash anybody, and I'm the only one that's gon see it." you scoot closer to frankie, feeling his strong back, you wrap your arms around his stomach, touching his solid abs you lay your head on his back." hang on I don't want you to fall." franklin kicks up the kickstand, moving his two feet to move out of the driveway, you smile at jerome and louie, frankie is out on the street, he revvs up the engine, leaving the house, you pass by your house, you turn your head hopefully thinking your momma is not sitting on the porch, thankfully passing down your home, you turned your head back to where you could see frankie "you good?" "yeah I just didn't want my momma to see me." frankie hums, looking back onto the road "you know I get, lookin' at it from your moms perceptive seeing your daughter wantin' to be with a drug dealer." you shake your head "you're more than that frankie, I want to be with you and I don't care what my momma thinks she's not gon stop me from being with you." "well alright then." fankie comes to stop at a light, you feel frankie large hand grazing your thighs, you try to scoot closer to frankie "god baby you are so soft.'' you squeal feeling frankie long friends touching your inner thighs, inching closer to your pussy, you moan "frankie green light." hearing a horn coming from behind you, frankie reluctantly pulls his hand away from you and starts to drive off, you pull into see kev and lee standing in front of the waving them hands in the air.

Franklin turns off the bike, you hop off the bike to hug kev and lee "damn franklin what took y'all so long the match is about to start." kev says "yeah lexi here had to get ready.'' you roll your eyes towards frankie "whatever nigga." '' well me and kev gotta bet goin on to see who wins, yall in?" "hell yeah we in!" you pull on frankie hand "frankie I didn't bring any money I can't play." franklin gives you a quick kiss "I can give you some money baby I don't mind sharin'." frankie grabs his wallet, to pull out a few twenty's for you, he puts in your back pocket, gently pats your ass, lee and kev walking up to the booth ordering some popcorn and some slushies “man that’s a fine ass bitch.” kevin staring at some mexican chick, looking at her ass, lee rolls his eyes “yeah whatever nigga the machine is definitely whoppin’ el oso ass.” you order for you and frankie the same thing as kev and lee, you hand frankie a blue slushy, you sip on yours, “yeah right nigga fo’sho el oso is gon win and if he don’t I’ll double it.” you taste the sweet flavors touching your tongue, you all walk inside of the building.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE BIGGEST AND THE BADESS MOTHAFUCKAS THAT YOU EVER SEEEE!” The commentor pointing at the crowd, screams rattle the building, you keep walking into the building looking for your seats, you kept close to frankie, feeling his hand squeeze you, “aye we right here.” kev says, stopping in the front row. kev, lexi, frankie, and lee in a row. “IN THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE UNDEFEATED THE RANGING CHAMPION ROOOCCK “THE MACHINE’’ JONESS AND THIS CORNER WE HAVE THE UNDERDOG FIGHTER ELE OSOOOO!!” Looking at the ring, there’s tall and hefty man with brown locks under his black and gold mask, and even taller white man with a purple and blue Shinglet with tease hair all the up to the sky, the bell goes off, the two wrestlers run up on each other, el oso throws the first punch knocking down rock jones, lee hands frankie a twenty, frankie smirks “yeah nigga, come on el oso take him down.” you turn to kev “are you team oso or whatever the white boy name is?” kevin smirks at you “umm jones actually delory been watchin’ him since he was young.” Jones picks up el oso then throwing him on the ground shaking the ring, you groan, grabbing the money from your pocket handing kev a twenty, kev’s eyes widened “damn lexi where you get all this money from I known you ain’t got no job.” frankie turns head, pulling in “where you think kev?” kev’s eyes shift between you and frankie “franklin now I know you ain’t gave lexi money, with yo’ stingy ass.” All three of you laugh, “yeah I might be, but it’s nice to share the wealth, you know.” frankie put his large hand on your thigh, you see kev’s eyes shift down to your legs, seeing kev to stiffen up almost looking defeated, lee looks over “aye y’all nigga watchin’ the fight almost over.” jones climbs up the rials, standing tall then to jump fallen on top of el oso, he grabs his leg to pin him down, the ref slams his hand on the mat to stop the fight, groans and screams throughout the room “AND WINNER BY PINFALL ITS STILL THE RANGING CHAMPION ROOCKK ‘THE MACHINE’ JONNESS.” frankie hands all of twenty’s to lee, looking smug, you grab your money as to give to kev, but he stops you “keep lexi,I don’t wanna be known as steal from franklin’s girl.” “we haven’t told anybody.” “well your secret is safe with me.” “thank you kev.”

As you see people watching out of the building, kev walks, you follow him, feeling frankie fingers interlocking yours, you turn your head to smile at frankie, looking at frankie’s full lips, pulling into a grin, you keep following kev to his car “so what we doin’ next I hear there is a party that one of our corner boys is throwin’.” you turn around to look for frankie, seeing him jogging to an alley calling out el oso, you turned to kev and lee to signal them to follow frankie “aye come’re I think frankie is talking to someone.’’ “aight nigga slow down.” you follow frankie seeing him getting a autograph from el oso “aye thanks man, nice to meet you.” you see frankie walking back to you “aye look oso signed this, I should get it frame.” frankie giggling, you all walk back to kev’s beat down of a car “aye so there’s this party tonight that one of our corner boys is throwin’ it’s his birthday today.” kev said “shit I’m down y’all comin’?” said lee, “nah actually me and lexi are gonna head out, her momma pagin’ me so catch y’all later.” frankie daps up kev and lee and you hug them, kev hugging you a little bit tighter, you wave goodbye, walking back to his bike you said “so you ready for our sleepover frankie.” “baby you know we ain’t doin’ that.” hopping in the bike to drive back to jerome’s house.

Frankie parks in the garage, turning off the engine you both walk up the steps into the house, the lights were on, you see louie and jerome seating on the couch watching tv, some old black love movie was on the screen “heyy how was the match?” louie said “it was so fun there was hella people there, but el oso lost.” “hmm any mexicans out there fuckin’ with y’all niggas?” “naw but I did get oso to sign this for me, pretty cool huh.” “Mhmm.” jerome and Louie nods their head in agreement “aye we need I think we need to talk business for a second, I found out where lenny and ray-ray lives, and I need some some help to get my money back, you think y’all know anybody to help me and lee out.” “there’s this guy name karvel he lives off on 23rd and Jefferson, one of the girls at claudia's club was talkin about him, but I hear he kinda crazy." frankie kept nodding his head "okay I'll page lee tomorrow it's been a few days and I wanna sneak up on them." "maybe I can come too." eyes bulge out of their eyes, in shock mostly frankie, not believing what he just heard. "what?" "I mean you could use the man power." jerome chuckles, oh god that was a horrible joke, "I just think four is better than three, and I told you frankie I want to be with you through the good and the bad, so were getting your money back." fankie flashes a quick smile, grabbing your hand to kiss, his soft and full lips grazing your thumb, "okay, but you stay in the car I don't want you getting hurt if somethin' go down." his chocolate eyes staring into you, "alright now y'all kids get out now, unless you wanna see somethin' you won't like," jerome pulls louie into his lap, kissing all over her face, she laughs "aghh aight we outta of here."

Walking in the room, seeing a fresh made bed, you hop on it, feeling the stress oozing out of you "so you really wanna do this shit babygirl. The game is not for the weak, I just want you to know what your getting into." you flip over to lay on your back "yes franklin I am and who knows maybe it won't get out of hand." you walk over to frankie, wrapping your arms around his neck, you could look at frankie, his smooth mahogany skin, frankie had a little scar on his left cheek, your thumb grazes over it "how did you get this scar frankie?" frankie chuckles "oh you don't remember, it was when we went to the park, and you were so eager to go down the slide, that you drag me down with." you smack your lips "nahh nigga you lyin’ you know I just lightly pulled you.” “hmm so since we’re having our sleepover did you bring anything.?’ you kiss him, frankie soft lips, pulling you in, frankie grabs your hips, moving down to your ass, gripping on it, you moan in his mouth “frankie we can’t be too loud jerome and louie are still up.” “I hear jerome and louie fuck all time, it’s fine.” frankie pulls you in wet kiss, frankie pecks your lips once more, feeling your pussy getting wet, you had to stop “I know I just don’t them to hear us.” “well we don’t have to sex, but we can do other things.” frankie wiggle his brows, you both giggle “maybe if you’re a good boy, let’s see how this night goes, but I do wanna change?’’ you walk over to your backpack, setting it on the bed, you pulled your night clothes, snacks and juices. “damn baby girl you got the good shit.” “you know it baby, I keep thang on me.” you change into your night clothes, frankie changes into a wife-beater and wear his blue boxers, seeing the undershirt contrasting with his beautiful skin, damn my nigga is soo fine, seeing him filling out his boxers, just swinging in there, you grab your makeup wipes, staring in to the mirror, taking off your work, in the corner you see frankie putting on a green du-rag and securing it, frankie walk over to stand behind you, looking into the mirror “you are so beautiful alexia, you know that.” “yeah but you can still tell me though.” you both giggle at your joke, frankie wraps his arms your waist, squeezing you in, frankie puts his head in neck, breathing in your scent, kissing your neck, you moved your head to give frankie more room, frankie hand moves to your shorts, his long fingers touching your pussy, “I know you said we can't have sex, but I wanna taste you.” frankie picks you up, like you were nothing.

Frankie moves your backpack and snacks on the floor, frankie gently lays you down on the bed “wait! I need to put on my bonnet on.” frankie search to find to find your pink bonnet, you put it on securing it on, you lay back down, you feel frankie hands rubbing up against your thick mahogany thighs, your eyes look down at frankie, you sit up, finally looking at your frankie, you put your hand on the side of his face, your thumb touching his scar “you are so handsome franklin, I think you are the most beautifulest person in the world and I want to be with you forever.” eyes locking on each-other, “you mean that shit baby?" you nod your head, frankie lifts up to get a better look at you, you gulped, heavy breathing, frankie just staring at you, looking so clam, like he knows what was going to happen in the future. Frankie smiles at you, eyes drifting down to your shirt, seeing that you had on your necklace on, frankie reach down to lay it on top of your shirt “you know when I got this for you this was a way to show everybody that you my girl.” “yes franklin I am yours as you are mine, I wanna your girl, maybe more than that.” frankie nods his head “I’m gonna get you out of here and your momma too, and once I’m done then we can talk about marriage and maybe even kids.” you kiss frankie, feeling his soft lips touching yours, they’re so soft, but forceful, frankie bites your lip, frankie kiss you again, you feel his hand pushing you down to the bed, the soft pillows resting against your head, frankie lifts up your shirt, throwing it on the floor, your dark nipples perk up, frankie latches on your nipple, sucking on it, frankie tongue circles on your nipple, sucking on it one more time, switching to the other one, sucking on your nipple hard, feeling the breeze washing over you, frankie lowers his head to kiss your soft tummy “you would look so gorgeous if you had my kids, knowing that something was made out of love, and that will never be harmed.’’ “you really mean that frankie that our baby will never be hurt.” “I promise alexia saint.’’ “mhhmm that has a nice ring to it, alexia saint.” “yes it do Mrs. Saint.” frankie kiss you, frankie tongue slips inside of you, sucking on it, tasting the sweet flavors in your mouth, you bite frankie lip, frankie pulls down your shorts, rubbing your thighs slowly touching your hips, “come’re.” frankie pulls you closer to him, he growls, his hand push up your thighs, looking at your pussy, soft lips, almost puffy looking, with a little pink poking out “your pussy is so pretty baby.” insecurity washing over you, slowly closing your legs, “don’t do that, I wanna see you okay.” you start to relax, trying to slow down your heart rate.

Franklin latches on your clit, his tongue swirling your pussy, you moan “o-oh god frankie.” frankie kiss your pussy, slowly sucking your clit, entering frankie tongue moves inside of you, moving your hips, your hand moves to frankie head, gripping on to his du-rag “fuck frankie you make me feel so good ah-h fuck.” “Nut on my face baby, I wanna see you shakin’.” you moan, feeling heat in your lower stomach, you put a pillow over your face, muffling your moans, you feel yourself about to cum “yes frankk-iiee oh m-y god I’m about to-o cum-m ughhh." frankie pulls the pillow off of you, putting his fingers inside of you, feeling his long fingers touching your spongy spot, frankie puts hand over your mouth, you try to gab frankie hand to slow him down, it's almost becoming too much. “move your hand baby girl and take what I give you.” you start shake uncontrollably, your eyes rolled in the back your head, moaning loudly against frankie hand, climaxing washing over you, frankie moves his hand, putting his mouth over yours, inhaling your moans, frankie kisses you, stilling inside of you moving in-n-out, you’re still moaning “you’ve ever tasted yourself before baby girl.” you shook your head no “I’ve never thought too frankie.” frankie pulls out of you, you both look at your essence, a light cream going down on frankie hand, frankie looks at you, you open your mouth, tasting a sweet and tangy flavor on your tongue, you moan, frankie pushes his fingers down your throat , you gag “oh shit my bad baby I’m sorry.” pulling frankie hand out of you, finally breathing, air fulling up in your lungs “it’s okay frankie, but I think I want something else.’’

You switch spots with frankie, looking at his boxer, standing at attention, you pull down frankie’s boxer, finally looking at his dick, bobbing back and forth, your hand touches frankie’s waist, gently touching his base, moving your hand up to his stomach, frankie rich skin kept going, you kiss frankie thighs up to balls, kissing all over them, your tongue swirling, sucking on his smooth balls “fuck-kk lexi I need you baby, please I need you in my mouth.” you kiss up his thick dick, looking so strong and girthy with a thick vein on the side from the base to the tip, you grip the base, working it up and down, frankie groans “ughh shit baby, you see how your teasin’ me baby, got me all tight in shit.” “just lay down and let me take care of you.” you open your mouth, putting fankie in your mouth, remembering to breathe through your nose, you lower head in taking frankie more, almost taking frankie in all the way, you take one more breath, opening your throat, pushing all the way down to frankie’s base, frankie lets out a loud moan. unable to control himself, frankie hand touches your bonnet, gently gripping your afro, frankie plants his feet on the bed, holding you still so he can fuck your mouth, you slip your fingers inside of you, not feeling as full with yours than frankie, you started to rub your clit, feeling your heat coming back in your tummy. “ yes-yes-yes ughh you like it when I fuck your mouth baby, stick your tongue for me baby.” you nod your head with frankie still in your mouth, you slip out your tongue out, tasting his under-shaft, frankie holds your head in place, frankie shivers “oouuhh baby fuck oh-h god I’m gon-na nut baby ughh do you want my nut baby?” you moaned, frankie stops “do you want my nut baby?” you nod your head “uh-huh.” “well you better nut on your fingers, while in nut your mouth.” you stick your tongue again, putting frankie back in your mouth, you put your fingers inside of you, working faster in your hole, frankie moves his hips faster and faster, you paid attention to your breathing, not wanting to gag on frankie “fuck baby I’m gonna nut, are you gonna nut too baby, come on baby, let it go.” bouncing on your fingers, feeling yourself to cum, your climax washing you, you groan in your throat, frankie hisses, pulling you closer to his base, frankie cums deep in your throat, you gulped it down, tasting frankie musky and strong cum, you lick your lips “you taste so good baby.” you look up at frankie, seeing him completely relax “come’re I wanna taste us.” you smiled, kissing frankie was something you can never stop doing, feeling his smooth lips pushing up against you, frankie groans, tasting a mix of sweet and tangy flavor in your mouth, “damn we do taste good, this might be my new favorite thing.” you moan in frankie mouth “oh yeah baby this might be my favorite thing too.” frankie smacks your ass, “ow frankie that hurt.” frankie smirks “I’m sorry baby, turn around I’ll make it feel better.” you rolled on your stomach, you lay your head on the bed, with your ass up, frankie is behind you, gently rubbing your sting, the pain slowly going away, frankie hands massaging your ass, spreading them apart, frankie bends down looking at your pussy, seeing your essence dripping down your thighs, frankie tongue licks up your cum to your pussy, sucking on your lips, sucking all of your cum out of you “ahh frankie what are you doing-g oh my god-d.” “I just want one more baby, can you do that for me.” you were gasping “I don’t know frankie I’ve never done it more than twice, I don’t think I can.” “you let me worry about that shit, you just relax baby girl, okay?’’ you nod your head “okay frankie.”

Frankie goes kiss your puffy pussy, his tongue slowly moving all around you, frankie slides his tongue to your clit, frankie wiggles his tongue back and forth against your clit, shivers running down your spine, you curl your toes, you move back against frankie face, “oh my fuck-k jesus christ frankie, you like how I taste baby huhh?’’ frankie growls, nodding his head, pushing in like he was trying to get inside of you, frankie pecks your pussy, feeling his lips working inside like he was kissing you, you grab frankie head “Im-m gonna cum frankie-e oh my god it’s happening.” "nut right fuckin’ now.” you let go of frankie’s head, you buried your face in the bed, you start to convulse, you arch your back, gripping the bed spread, frankie didn’t stop, you kept moaning, it became too much for you, you start to crawl to get away from frankie, he grabs on to your hips holding you in place “the fuck you think you goin’ hold still.” frankie still eating you up, you were still shaking from your aftershocks, “frankie please I feel like I have to go pee.” frankie stops “then go baby, I ain’t stopping you.” frankie sucks on your clit, sucking so passionately, you spread your legs futher, taking what frankie gives you, you feel it happening again, but this time is feels different, “oh my-y FUCK baby I’m gonna cum-m ug-ghh.” soaked essence came out of you, not realizing what just happen, feeling frankie wet lips kissing your pussy, you push frankie head away from you, not being able to take it anymore, you lay back down on the bed, feeling relaxation wash over you, you were panting, coming back down to earth, you feel frankie hand touching your ass “see told you I can make it feel better.” you grab the pillow next to you, smacking it upside of his head “nigga stop lyin’ you know just wanted to eat me.” you both giggled “yeah you right, but you like that shit didn’t you, tasting you after you nutted twice already.” my nigga is a freak, oh lord help me jesus “yeah I did frankie, but I have to go to the bathroom.” “you just did baby.” you stood up to look at the bed, a large wet spot, you jumped back on to the bed, you're embarrass, how could something like this happen I mean you heard stories of guys doing that girls, frankie senses sadness coming from you “aye don’t be like that, hey I’ll just tell them that I spilled water on the bed.” “this never happened to me before frankie, I didn’t know I could doing something like that.” “come’re.’’ frankie slowly lifts you up to hold you squeezing you tightly “it’s okay baby, I know that was a lot for you, but you were making the most beautiful sounds, I couldn’t stop and I wanted to see how you would sound if I pushed you.” you felt a kiss on your bonnet, you turned your head to kiss frankie, resting your hand on his chest. “well I’m glad I got to do it with you frankie.”

You put on frankie’s wife-beater and your underwear, you walk in the hallway, thankfully jerome and louie door was close, you walk into the bathroom to do your business, walking back into the guest room frankie already layed down a towel on the wet spot, seeing frankie already had his boxers on, with his du-rag on secured on, you walk over grabbing frankie chin kissing him on the lips “thank you baby.” frankie smiles “you know I got ’chu baby.” kissing one more time, you look to see your popcorn on the floor. you bend down to grab it, frankie smacks your ass once more “from now on you can’t be spankin’ my ass like the time, hard like that.” “what says who?” “says the one who gettin’ your spanks nigga.” frankie pouts “okay what about light pats then.” you nod your head “light pats are good baby, I’ll be back gonna pop some popcorn." walking back into the room, closing the door, you rip the bag of popcorn open handing it over to frankie, he takes a handful of popcorn stuffing it into his mouth, you walked over to grab your candy and juices, setting it on the bed, you ripped open a box of chewy candy, popping it in your mouth, you hand one to frankie, he opens his mouth wanting you to feed him, you gently place it in his mouth, you put some popcorn in your mouth, you moan “hmm sweet and salty nothing taste better than that.” “I could think of something better.” you both giggle “yeah I bet you can huh frankie.” you and frankie talked all night from what they want in the future, what kinda of trips they would like to take, franklin wanting his own plane, and what they’re children would look like. feeling your eyes closing, your head laying in frankie shoulder “you getting sleepy baby.” you nod your head, lifting up the sheets to get under the blanket, frankie turns off the light switch and getting under the blankets with you, frankie wraps your tummy, pulling you in closer, you snuggle with frankie, silence taking over “can I tell you something baby?” you flip over to face frankie “anything frankie.” you feel frankie breath, he smiles “well I know we just started dating, but we’ve known each other for all of our lives since we were kids, and you don’t have to say it- all I’m sayin’ is ummhmm I love you.” you sit up, realizing what frankie just said “arghh shit I knew I’ve shouldn’t of said that, I’m sorry baby-.” you kiss frankie to shut him up, you bite his lip, “I love you too franklin and no it’s not too early for this and like you said we’ve known each other all of our lives, and to honest with you baby I think I fell in love with you when we first met.” a gush of air comes out of frankie “oh thank god, you had me worry baby girl, I thought you didn’t love me.” “yes, yes I do franklin saint.” frankie pulls you in another kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth, you put a hand on frankie chest “as much as I would to keep kissing you frankie, I’m sleepy.” “okay baby go to sleep, I’m gonna crack a window.” frankie walks up to the window, cracking it slightly, frankie get back into bed with you, cuddling up against you, frankie kisses your shoulder “goodnight baby I love you, sleep tight and don’t let bed bugs bite.” “and you get your shoe and you wack them until there black and blue, and I love you too frankie.”

Silence finally taking over the room, you drift off to your dream land, you and frankie are older sitting on the beach, two little kids come running up to you ‘mommy, daddy look we found a shell isn’t soo cool.’ you look to see a little boy and girl, looking like you and frankie mixed in together, they’re chocolate brow skin shining against they skin, they run back to the water, playing in the sand “I told you nothing bad happened to you and the kids.” you turn your head, looking at frankie, he’s gotten solid, a light patch of hair on his cheeks with a goatee, how is it possible that he gotten more fine over the years, frankie swats down on the blanket, taking off his socks and shoes, putting his feet in the sand, frankie smirks at you “yeah you were right frankie, thank you for protecting me and the kids.” you kiss frankie lips, feeling his soft pillowy lips, “and I’ll always will.” you hear cheerful screams 'mommy and daddy come to the water it's so warm' you kick of your shoes, frankie grabs your hand pulling you in to the water, laughter all round, not wanting to leave this dream and that one day you’re gonna make your dream a reality.

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Chapter 2 is finally done AHHHGHH🥹🥹 thank you to everyone reading this I know it’s a lot but I wanted to write the pilot, cause look at baby franklin saint I mean how can you not 🥰 the next chapter lexi meets karvel 👀👀 (LET THE DRAMA COMMENCE HAHAHAHA) and shout out to @wide-nose-and-wonderful for lighting a fire in my ass to finish chapter (thank you so much sis you don’t know how sweet your message was to me it really meant a lot to me 😘💕) and lexi wants to be in the game, she has no idea what’s going to happen. And I had Who is Jill Scott album playing on the last smut scene ‘show me, he loves me, and slowly surely’ is horny sex bitch music and it got me in the mood y’all 😈, and can we talk about frankie being a EATER, like a fuckin’ much, you can’t tell me that nigga does not eat the pussy, all day every day, and sneak-peak in to lexi's life in the future with daddy saint, I couldn't help it with his fione sexy ass, thank you again for spending time to read this and one more thing… I love you❤️.

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poursomesunaonme · 9 months

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BEANIE CONGRATS!!

Hope you have fun with this event! Can I request some sfw (angst and unrequited love) for Armin and Security Question?

Thank you in advance and looking SO FORWARD TO THIS <3

marie !! thank u sooo much for ur submission !! (for all my other pals, submissions are still open !)

cw: angst, unrequited love, eremika appearance

"wish i could ask, 'how was your day?' / i wish i knew the person's name / you think of under the covers when you slip into the night"

the light from the tv screen flickers over your body as the couch swallows you into the space between armin and mikasa. you simply wish you could disappear. eren’s arm wraps securely around mikasa, her legs thrown over his in a lazy show of affection. you and armin? nothing. your legs don’t even touch.

snores from next to you pique your interest, and you glance over, finding both eren and mikasa’s eyes shut as they sleep peacefully through the movie. do you tell armin? could this be a chance? you don’t think he heard them yet, so you decide to leave it be. just for now.

you stretch your legs, but armin doesn’t seem to notice. he pulls out his phone and starts texting someone, but you can’t see who it is because of his privacy screen. it could be jean or connie, it could be that girl he mentioned off-handedly to eren when the four of y’all were eating dinner. you really hope it was just one of the boys.

he sighs, relaxing his body, and his thigh presses against yours. you try to cage the reaction, the slight jump—but you can’t. it’s not like it matters anyway. armin isn’t even paying attention, still texting. you lean back into the couch, wishing it would gobble you whole, wishing it would suck this feeling out of your body.

you’d liked armin for a several weeks now. he was kind and considerate and he probably didn’t even mean for his actions to be considered flirtatious. it was a welcome change of pace from the shitty previous relationships you’d been in, so maybe that was why you’d found yourself bending over backwards so he would notice you and give you a one armed hug when you all hung out together and he would ask you about your day because it simply was the nice thing to do.

was it pathetic? yes. did you care? not really.

your heart accelerates when he relaxes further, sinking into the couch as he stretches his arms over the back of it. it’s not meant to be a move on you, but you can’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks at the thought that maybe it is. you can’t return anything, though. you can’t alert him to your feelings.

the movie credits roll, and you gently nudge mikasa awake, who in turn mumbles into eren’s hair as she pulls him off the couch and they stumble tiredly to eren’s room. and then it’s just you and armin. you stretch your legs out, begging for the feeling inside you to dissipate.

“how… how was your day?”

the question echoes like a bombshell in the quiet living room when it leaves your lips without your permission. you want to slap a hand into your forehead. you could’ve asked this hours ago when the four of you first got together. armin swallows, looking slightly confused, before answering.

“it was good. how was yours?”

you couldn’t have made the situation more awkward. you stand up to leave, grabbing your bag.

“it was good.” you sigh, chewing your bottom lip as you tug the hem of your tshirt nervously. “i’m… i’m gonna head home.”

“be safe.” he smiles, going in for a friendly one armed hug that you straight up want to refuse because of how platonic it is, but you can’t because it means you’re touching him.

you pad over to the door, hand freezing over the doorknob. “armin, i-”

i think i really like you. i’ve never felt this way about anyone else. can i spend the night? can you hold me? would you kissed me if i asked you? would you love me if i asked you?

“nevermind. have a good night.”

submissions for the promised event are still open ! click here to go to the nav page <3

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ymiwritesstuff · 2 years

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Dangerous Dance

OK OK HERE’S THE MAJIMA FIC AAAAAAA HE’S SO HOT I’LL DIE! This is just a very random “simp fic” so to speak. Basically, reader is down bad, Majima is down bad. Very suggestive because of course it is. This takes place during Yakuza 0, also, please remember that I have NOT FINISHED THE GAME!! So please don’t spoil anything!! Anyway, I really really hope you guys like this. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: The last few days have been rough, so you decide to unwind by visiting a familiar disco club. What you don’t expect however is meeting a stranger who is so alluring, you are not sure how to react.

Notes: Usage of alcohol, drunk reader, mild swearing, suggestive themes, allusions to smut (not the act itself, y’all let me know if you wanna see that tho 👀), reader down bad, Majima down bad lmao, FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MAJIMA, KEEP THAT IN MIND PLS

Also posted on AO3!

What a day.

You were more than aware that your job wasn’t the most excellent, hell, you could say you had gotten fairly used to the worst parts of customer service. Rude customers had little to no effect on you anymore, kicking drunken assholes out was but a tiny inconvenience, and your poor legs had become numb to the pain of standing in one place for multiple hours.

Recently, however, it had been shit. And you didn’t know why exactly, maybe you were just getting tired of living the same routine over and over. You just needed a break. And a really good one.

The loud booming music at the disco was almost deafening but in the best possible way. It left your head no room to think of anything but the pounding sounds you could not only hear but also feel. Maharaja was not foreign to you, in fact, you felt you were somehow far more familiar with Sotenbori during nighttime. The whole city became an entirely different place, it sprung to live, even. You frequented the disco whenever you felt the need to have a good time, get drunk, or maybe even hook up with somebody. You never knew what would happen, and that’s why you loved it.

With a drink in hand, you moved with the music, occasionally letting out a yell or two when a particularly nice song began to play. You could feel the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, your head felt light, and your vision was slightly shaky, but dear Lord you were having fun. You absorbed the energy of the partying people around you, forgetting all about the reason for your late-night visit, washing it away with a strong lime and gin.

The tunes echoed in your head and lingered there and the screams and yells of others kept you from floating to a world of your own. Still, your attention was scattered, eyes going from one place to another to being fully closed. There was a dance battle or two at some point. Who won those again? You had already forgotten, the memory was lost somewhere and washed away by the alcohol.

You downed your drink, as you danced, catching a glimpse of a young couple from the corner of your vision. They were all over each other, drunk, barely able to keep up with the beat. Despite that, they looked like they were having a good time. A wonderful time. Immediately you felt something stick to you.

Envy.

You stared at your now empty glass and let out something in between a laugh and a scoff. You’d need another drink. And someone to spend your time with.

Being alone was no issue, you sometimes even preferred it. But you would be flat-out lying to yourself if you claimed that some company wasn’t wanted. Parties were always better with others anyway. All kinds of people all over Sotenbori came to Maharaja, surely there had to be someone who was willing to exchange a few words or even dance with you. Though deep down, you perhaps desired more than that. Something... Wild. Your expectations in that regard, however, were quite low. A good dance would do just fine.

The bar counter was mostly empty, which was no strange sight. People much preferred to spend their time on the dance floor and the only time they stepped off was when their mouths desired the bitter taste of alcohol, you being living proof of that. That was precisely what you were doing after all.

With slightly uneven steps you approached the counter, the effects of the previous drinks very much apparent. You were nowhere done, though. Nowhere near drunk enough. You had made it your goal to get as wasted as possible tonight, almost out of spite. The last few days had been so awful. You weren’t religious by any means, but if there was some higher power out there responsible for all the shit you had endured lately, tonight, you’d be giving it the middle finger by allowing yourself to have a good time for once.

Your eyes drifted and noticed someone sitting at the counter. Strange, you weren’t expecting anyone to anchor themself here of all places, the music barely reached this part of the disco. Maybe he was waiting for somebody, you thought.

You eyed the man carefully, taking in his appearance. From your angle, you couldn’t see his face, but he was well-dressed, with black hair tied back in a ponytail. He had a firmness to him, his shoulders appeared tense and something told you that he was perhaps already aware of your presence.

In one hand, he held his drink, while the other rested on the counter. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts, but you could see his finger tapping to the faraway beat against the table.

You looked back at the dance floor and then at the man again. Screw it. You were rather intrigued and seeing that no one else seemed to be as secluded as this stranger, you approached him with something akin to slight nervousness attaching itself to you.

“Out here alone?” You yelled over the music. The stranger turned to you and immediately you felt something in your chest, your eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him. His face was neutral, tired even as if he hadn’t had enough sleep for days. Yet his lips turned slightly upward as he looked at you. It made your stomach turn. What was perhaps the most shocking part of his fierce appearance was the eyepatch covering his left eye. Your legs trembled the tiniest amount. He was unbelievably handsome.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied in what was possibly the most attractive voice you had ever heard. More than happy with his answer, you sat down beside him, eyes briefly glancing at his slightly exposed chest and the gold necklace adorning it. Some part of you knew he noticed, as you hazily noted the way he let out a suppressed chuckle. In your slightly drunken state, however, you had no shame.

“Want some company?” You asked with a slight smirk, placing your empty glass down. “Parties are no fun alone, are they?” Yet another chuckle left his lips and he quickly looked down before locking his only visible eye with you once more.

“Yer right about that. But makes me wonder,” he took one sip from his drink, your eyes gluing themselves to the way his lips parted as he drank before continuing.

“Whatsa pretty thing like you doin’ here all alone?” He challenged your smirk with one of his own, that deep voice of his resonating deep in your ears and lingering there like smoke. His words made you giggle and you leaned in, slightly shortening the distance between you two.

“Well, I’m not alone anymore, am I?”

There was the tiniest shift in his expression and something about it told you that he may not have expected your response to be so bold. And to be fair, you didn’t either. A few stronger drinks do wonders for one’s courage. He hummed in agreement, silently accepting your company. Score.

“What’s yer name, gorgeous?” You found yourself breaking eye contact at the nickname he used that was so effortlessly carried by his voice. He was no stranger to flirting, that much was clear. And it was working, as the flush on your cheeks was no longer only due to alcohol.

“(Name).” Something poked at your insides, something you could only describe as enthusiasm. You were eager to talk to this man, the more you looked at him, the more it felt like he was reeling you in. The bizarre feeling could only be compared to a high schooler talking to their crush. You didn’t complain though.

“(Name), eh? Fits ya well.” A laugh escaped your lips and if you had been more attentive, you would have noticed him glancing at them. “I’m Majima.”

Something clicked within you as soon as he said that, and your smile got replaced by an expression of realization. Was he..

“Goro Majima..? The manager of Cabaret Grand?” You looked at him with widened eyes, trying to process what you had heard. He raised a surprised eyebrow at you, likely not expecting you to know of him.

“Haw? How’d ya know?” His shock was understandable, and now that he had confirmed your suspicion, you were over the moon. In your excitement, you laughed.

“Anyone who has spent enough time enjoying the nightlife of Sotenbori has heard of Goro Majima,” you began. The hushed whispers of the Grand’s highly efficient manager did not go unnoticed by you and the things you had heard about his feats were truly something to marvel at. You never expected to meet him though and his refined and at the same time intense looks now made slightly more sense to you.

“I’m surprised to find you here, though.” You brought your palm to your face and leaned on it, that smirk you first put on remaining on your lips. “And without company too.” Given his reputation, you assumed men, women and everyone in between would be all over him, sticking to him like moths to a flame, yet you had found him alone at the most deserted spot of Maharaja. A part of you was quite ecstatic about that, not that you would ever allow yourself to admit that.

He laughed, noticing the underlying flattery in your words. It was funny to him but he chose to accept it even if it was only because he did not dare to extinguish the flames he saw in your eyes.

Majima gulped down the last bits of his drink, enjoying the way it flowed down his throat. You could not take your half-lidded eyes off him, the distant music becoming all the more apparent and louder, which made you turn your head towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I get ya a drink?” Majima asked, pointing to your empty glass on the counter. “Just order whatever ya want. My treat.” You turned to him upon hearing his question and noticed the knowing grin on his face. Your eyes shifted from his eye to his lips and you came to a conclusion. You were at Maharaja, the wildest disco in town, and there was only one thing you were craving and the thriving sounds around you only fueled that desire.

You promptly stood up, to which Majima raised his brow.

“How about we dance first? Or were you planning to just sulk here all night?” You asked teasingly, but there was some seriousness to your question. It was still bizarre to you that he would choose to isolate himself in a place like this.

It didn’t take long for Majima to stand up in front of you, and you felt yourself stumble ever so slightly. His height impressed you, and he looked down at you with a clearly teasing smirk. You were sure he did it on purpose.

“Sure, show me what ya got, darlin’.”

He was so close to you, it was almost suffocating, but in a good way. You caught a whiff of a cologne he was wearing, he smelled as good as he looked. You tilted your head upwards at him and stood up on your toes in an attempt to get your face as close to his as possible. You wanted to let him know exactly what he was making you feel.

“Try to keep up, Majima-san.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and Majima was more than happy with the fact that you didn’t know just how many chills ran down his spine upon hearing your words. You were certainly something.

The brightly lit dance floor was buzzing, filled to the brim with people dying to dance and sing their hearts out. You were no different, you were hungry for a good time, especially with someone like Majima.

Once you reached the floor, you turned to him. His tense posture seemed somewhat more relaxed and there was a sense of underlying anticipation in him, almost like there was something inside of him just waiting to be let out. Most curious.

With a final glance at him, you began to sway with the music, just letting your body move on its own and closing your eyes. You felt the beat in your being and relished it, bringing your arms into the air. The music and lights enveloped you, and all your worries just melted away with every step you took.

Majima followed suit, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. He truly enjoyed dancing, which some might have considered surprising. At the same time though, he could not help but glance at you every now and then. He was fascinated by how fluidly your body moved with the music and how nice of a smile you had the whole time.

He would be lying to himself if he said he did not find you extremely attractive like this.

You caught him staring, and smirked at him right away. His burning gaze was unlike anything you had experienced and somehow you could feel both his eyes hungrily watching you, despite one of them being covered. You adored how it made you feel. And you knew he was more than enjoying the view.

With every roll of your hips and every snap of your head to the beat, Majima found himself more and more entranced and his own movements became wilder. He matched your energy perfectly, dancing his heart out, letting a laugh or two slip his lips occasionally. You noted how effortlessly he moved with the music and how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. He was a good dancer to be sure, he definitely had a talent for it. The bright lights adorned his already stunning face and brought out his features perfectly.

Running a hand through your hair sloppily you stepped closer to him, with a potentially dangerous idea suddenly taking over your head. If you were sober, you would have never allowed yourself to even think of something like this, but now it seemed like the perfect idea, partially because you were already so addicted to the way this stranger looked at you.

With your face mere inches away from his, you eyed his parted lips. You could smell the remains of the drink he had consumed just moments ago, but there was something else in there too and it didn’t take you long to figure out what. Cigarettes.

It filled you with something, a desire that you weren’t sure you had felt towards anyone else. Once you locked eyes with him, you were almost caught off guard at the intensity of his stare. It was fierce, starving, and almost unhinged.

You smirked and prowled closer to his lips, hands ghosting over his arms while swinging your body with the harmonious sounds that had filled your mind. You were playing a dangerous game, you knew it, but the way your heart raced was exciting, and you became even more excited when Majima matched your movements, bringing his head lower and closer to yours.

That was the response you were looking for, and it served as a sign that he was willing to play along. Perfect. Your smirk and gaze became mischievous and you quickly turned around, with your back facing him. You somehow heard the slight groan that rumbled in his throat even from under all the commotion.

In this new position, you made an effort to get him as worked up as possible. The song playing was perfect, the melody was sensual and enticing, yet the beat was still on-brand for disco. You swayed your hips, flipped your hair, and even ran a hand along your waist and chest all so you could wordlessly tell Majima what he was about to get. And it was working.

Majima could not keep his eye off you. He followed your movements and got completely lost in the sight of you. His breath hitched every time you looked back at him, those half-lidded, glossy eyes sending sparks throughout his being. His own dancing lost some of its passion as he was too occupied with feasting on you with his gaze. It traveled up and down, taking all of you in and letting his filthy imagination run wild.

You leaned against him, clearly catching him off guard. With your backside pressed against him, you continued your dancing, feigning innocence by looking at him with an expression so cruelly seductive that Majima wasn’t sure how long he could hold back. From the corner of your vision, you noticed his hand move toward your waist, an action you long predicted and expected.

However, before he could make contact with your body, you grabbed his wrist, denying his silent request. For a brief second, Majima feared he had crossed the line by attempting to touch you, but once he heard that cursed laugh of yours, he understood the situation. No touching. Not yet.

Still, he would not stand for being the only one getting messed with. That was not fair, was it? Carefully, with your back still turned to him, he lowered his head to your ear, barely touching it with his lips, his hot breath sending multiple sets of shivers down your spine. He saw you visibly let out a shaky breath as your dancing slowed down at his actions. He chuckled.

“Ya teasin’ me, darlin’?” His voice made you weak. It was low, husky, and just barely audible through all the music, but you heard it loud and clear, and it set you aflame. The grip you had on his wrist loosened, though you knew even with your tightest hold, he would be able to break free and turn the tables on you. The image alone almost pushed you over the edge.

Letting go of his hand, you finally turned around, your dancing reduced to just light swaying. The alcohol played its part in it too, you assumed. You looked at Majima dead in the eye, expression filled with lust.

“And what if I am?” You challenged his statement, which he found most amusing. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, dancing along the area right next to his neck. Despite the lack of fairness, Majima kept his hands to himself, which you exploited by having yours all over him.

The music had become mute in your head, the only thing raging in there were the sinful thoughts you had let loose by getting so close to this man. You were sure it was the same for him, his hot and bothered face told you all you needed to know.

“We’ll see how far that’ll get ya.” You jumped and let out a slight noise when you felt his hands on your hips, the tightness of his grip surprising you. He brought his face close, so close you felt like you were about to faint. “My patience’s runnin’ thin.”

Truthfully, so was yours.

You slid your hand down his toned torso, feeling his abs through his thin shirt, stopping at his belt, the feeling spreading the fire all across your being. With your lips on his hot cheek and your hand on the other side of his perfectly sculpted face you spoke in a low voice:

“Then, should we go get those drinks somewhere else?”

Majima tightened his hold on your hips, chuckling once more, but this time, there was something in it you hadn’t noticed before. It could have only been described as wickedness.

“Eager, ain’tcha?”

You looked up at him with a sly smile, which was all the encouragement Majima needed to start retreating from the dance floor. Filled with excitement, you followed, more than eager to spend the night with him.

“C’mon, let’s go. Ya still haven’t shown me all ya can do, have ya?”

You giggled. He was right.

What a night this would be.

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