#i bet it comes next week when i am away over the weekend again to make everything as insufferable as possible)

[tardis--dreams]

Ok i really hope this is my period finally approaching because i don't want This depressive state to be my normal everyday state now

#come on #it's been 80 days #i kinda wanted to go another 30 days without it so i wouldn't have to go through the pain of cleaning and sterilizing my cup #here again #but I've been feeling the pinching pain announcing it for a few days now so i guess it's gonna happen soon #(although experience shows it can take up to 2 weeks from then on but oh well #i bet it comes next week when i am away over the weekend again to make everything as insufferable as possible) #and idk it might be me thinking about my life a bit too much which causes this deep dread and hopelessness #but i sure hope there's some relation to some hormonal stuff that makes it wayyy worse than it would normally be #because boy oh boy. not fun #or maybe I'm just regular depressed and this Is in fact my normal state #guess we'll find out in hopefully a few days (or weeks) #void screams

[xxblairexxss]

Pastries

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

I got carried away and it might be too long for your liking sorry about that! Not proofread!

Charles had asked you to tag along for his interview. It was a casual one. Even the whole set up looked less kind of a formal one and more like a hang-out amongst friends kinda vibe. He had promised to take you out to try the new bakery that had just opened this month and took over the social media the next second they started receiving customers but the invitation for the interview came in last minute and his team had already accepted the offer before asking him since they thought it shouldn’t be a problem considering the fact that he’s on a break.

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“What about the bakery? You promised me last week we could go there…” You hated to be the kind of person but Charles had promised you that he would leave out all work related stuffs and became your full time boyfriend for the weekend but all your hopes were crushed when he told you about his last minute schedule. You had been looking forward to try the pastries you had seen on your tiktok, the pastries videos that you kept on sending to Charles so you knew which one to choose when you visited the bakery.

“I know, baby. The team told me last minute so I couldn’t say no.”

“Then can we go after the interview?” You had been laying on his chest, your legs all tangled up with his while you had the new episode of Black Mirror playing on the screen. Now that you knew you won’t be able to spend time with him this weekend, the new episode was no longer worth watching.

“I can’t. I got another thing coming right after the interview, baby.” Charles knew you would be sad when he told you about his schedule because he had already promised you and though he couldn’t see your face, you didn’t look up to see his face after he mentioned about the interview, he knew you were upset.

“Then what am I supposed to do? I have already cancelled my plan with my friend..” Charles’s gaze followed your figure as you sat up straight and turned to look at him. You looked so dejected and he felt so bad for being the reason behind it.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Charles sat up along and placed his hand on your neck to plant kisses on your sulky face to which you tilted your face away and scooted away with your arms crossed. “Ouch, that hurts.” He tried to lean in for another attempt on kisses but failed when you leaned away again. “Baby, come on..I’m sorry, okay? I know I made a promise but I can’t not go to the interview or I’ll get in trouble. What if I bring you along? You can take over Andrea’s role.” He placed his hand on your cheek to move your face so you were looking at him.

“Will that be okay?”

“Of course. I don’t think there’s anything wrong having my beautiful girlfriend with me. Does that mean I’m forgiven now?” Charles tilted your chin so you would look him in the eye.

“Fine..”

“Can I get my kiss?” He slanted closer to catch your lips and you covered his lips with your palm. “Baby, this is an abuse.”

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When you and Charles arrived at the set, Charles had introduced you to every of the staffs. You had been together for more than 2 years but you rarely tagged along for any other schedules unless during race week. You didn’t really think it was necessary for you to go unless if you were to show your support for him.

You were sitting along the staffs, watching your boyfriend answering questions here and there while scrolling on your phone but one question pricked up your ears.

“Being Charles Leclerc, does that mean you can get all the girls you want?”

You looked up and saw he was trying to laugh away the question. “I don’t need any other girls. I’ve got the girl of my dream right there.” He pointed at you and the interviewer just laughed along before moving on to the next one.

“Have you ever had any girls who threw themselves on you?”

“I bet your body count is high. How much do you think you could reach if you were single and not tie with one girl?”

“If you were broken up with your girlfriend by today, when do you think you can get her replacement. I don’t think it’ll be hard for you.”

“If someone ask to exchange their girlfriend with yours for a one night stand, would you say yes? Surely the girl wouldn’t say no for a one night stand with the Charles Leclerc.”

You were getting more and more uncomfortable. Sure, the first time he was asked the kind of question, you could take it as a joke but seeing the way the interviewer disrespecting you over and over again, there was no sane woman who would just stand there and let themself being spoken as if they were an item. Charles did very well dodging every questions but it was getting on your nerves how he could laugh and played along as if you weren’t being treated like a joke in front of these men so you stood up and gave an excuse you needed to take an emergency call before walking out of the set. Charles’s eyes were trailing on you as he saw you leaving.

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“Baby, what’s wrong?” He took a seat by your side after they were given a short break.

“What’s wrong? Are you being serious right now?”

“What? I don’t get it.” Charles replied and you could sense a hint of dubiety in his tone as if you were a mad person for suddenly reacting this way.

“How could you not get it, Charles? They freaking disrespected me over and over with those questions and it never once occurred to you that they were treating me like an item?” You stared at him in incredulity.

“They were just joking. You can’t even take a joke now?”

“Oh, I can’t take a joke? You called that a joke? Try to have people talking about my body count and they told you how every guys could bang me if they wanted. Is that funny to you?” You sworn he was asking to be slapped in the face with the way he looked irritated right now.

“You are overreacting, Y/N. You can’t take everything seriously.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I was being disrespected how can you—“

“This is why I didn’t want to bring you along with me.” That did it. You went from wanting to explain from your side to just shut your mouth as you stood up and took your stuffs.

“I didn’t even asked you to bring me with you.” You could feel your eyes getting teary and not from misery of what your boyfriend just said, you were infuriated because he didn’t even bother to listen from your side and instead just turned it around and made it seemed as if you were the one at fault.

“Yeah, you didn’t ask me to bring you along but you were also the one who was so morose because I didn’t bring you to get that stupid pastries.” Charles stood up and scowled at you.

“Fuck you.” You immediately stormed away before he could see your tears slipping off and trailing your cheeks. You could hear him calling out your name but chose to ignore it. You hated how the argument went from you complaining to your boyfriend how you were being insulted to your boyfriend made fun of the things you told him.

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You were planning to grab a taxi and head home but decided to search for any bakeries that you hadn’t tried yet and the closest was 20 minutes away. You would have gone to the bakery that Charles had promised to bring you only if it was still opened. You hadn’t had any chances to explore Maranello that much even after being here for the countless times. The scenery, the buildings, the markets and foods were very distracting that you ended up playing tourist around the area.

In the meantime, Charles had to continue the interview and acted as if he didn’t just made his girlfriend upset 30 minutes ago. He tried to ring your phone but of course, all of them were declined.

“Charles, you ready?”

“Yeah? Yeah, I am.” He put his phone away and took his spot back in the centre as the interviewer went back to his spot.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Ah, she got some things to do.” Charles answered while trying to control his composure.

“Great, now we can talk like two single men.” The interviewer said as he took out his phone and cue cards to place it on the table.

“I don’t think so.” He awkwardly laugh and shook his head to the “joke”.

“Why not? We can talk about girls and sex. I was trying to control the topic in case she got uncomfortable but now that she’s gone, there will be so much more fun topics we could talk about. Something like what’s something you miss doing that your girlfriend didn’t allow you to do after you got into a relationship or if you were given a chance to ditch your girlfriend for a one night stand with any girl, who would it be. Nice topic to talk about, is it not?” The interviewer cackled, looking casual and laid-back even after what he had just said which caused Charles to placed his mic away and stood up.

“I don’t think I can continue this interview.” He was going to walk away when the interviewer stopped him.

“Why?”

“If you chose to continue this interview with those brainless questions then I won’t be able to do this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my questions. If she found it offensive then that’s on her? Girls are always extra sensitive for something small.”

Charles scorned at what he just heard. He couldn’t believe he fought with you over something that was so obvious right from the start. “I refuse to associate with someone who doesn’t know how to respect my girlfriend. We are done here.”

Joris tried catch Charles to talk it out but he was gone in a blink without saying any words and he was left there so apologize on behalf of his friend.

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Charles spent 20 minutes looking around the area in case you were nearby as they had a restaurant and cafe not far away but you were not in sight so he went home thinking he would be greeted by your beautiful face but it was empty. He tried calling you again but none of the calls went through.

You had an enjoyable time of your life. It was as if you didn’t just cursed at your boyfriend and ignoring his phone calls like nothing happened. You went to a random small bakery that you saw on google, went to get an ice cream, and even ended up joining a balsamic vinegar tasting that you saw from a random website. It was nearly dark when you took a cab home looking all joyous and triumph.

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“Where were you?”

“I was…” You looked away, unable to look at your enraged boyfriend.

“Don’t you know how worried I am? You couldn’t at least text me back so I know where you were?”

“I got carried away.” You started twiddling on your phone charm, still unable to look at him in the eyes. You weren’t actually planning to ignore him all day long but you were too busy taking pictures and videos of everything and you kinda forgotten that you have a worried boyfriend waiting for you at home.

“You got carried away doing what?

“Doing some stupid stuffs.” You rolled your eyes and tried to step aside to make your way to the room but Charles grabbed on your arms which jerked you back.

“What stupid stuffs are you talking about?”

“Just some stupid things, Charles. It’s not important.” You snatched your hand away and walked to the room.

“Are you seriously still on this right now? Can we talk without arguing, please?”

You saw Charles following you into the room and stood behind you as you placed all your items on the dressing table. You could hear him gave a long weary sigh when he realized this conversation was going nowhere, again. “I am a girl who loves to overreact and can’t take a joke, ain’t I? Gotta live up to the nickname.”

“Y/N, can we please stop arguing. I was agitated the whole day not knowing where my girlfriend went and she came home acting all fine as if she didn’t just ignore my phone calls and you ended up pulling a fight again.” He turned you around by your waist so he could look at your pretty eyes and you saw how jaded he looked like.

“I’m not trying to pull a fight for fun. I’m just upset, Charles….”

“Okay, then can we stop wrangling so I can properly apologised? Tell me what did I do that made you upset with me so I can apologise for every single one. I already know the reasons but I didn’t give you a chance to explain earlier so you talk, I’ll listen this time. No fighting, okay?”

You chewed on your lower lip and felt your throat tightening. “I was upset because you didn’t want to listen to my reasonings. You acted as if I was crazy for reacting that way. I’m upset before you turned the argument on me. Upset because it was as if I was a burden for joining you on the interview. Upset because you called things that we talked and planned about as stupid.” A sob escaped from your lips as you covered your face with shaking hands.

Charles pulled you into his embrace but you didn’t hug him back. Your hands were still covering your face. “I’m sorry…”

“All these times I always thought you would always got my back but I was so uncomfortable and I thought you would understand me but I was blamed for trying to make a scene.” Your words came out as mumble from having your face covered and you could feel his arms tighten around your figure, latching you in his embrace.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry I said you were overreacting. I don’t know why I was too blinded to see him disrespecting my girl when it was happening right in front of me.” He broke the hug and stooped down to pull your hands away. “Let me see your pretty face.”

“And I’m upset because you called my pastries stupid. I know you gonna laugh because it sounds funny but I always thought I could talk about random things with you without having the fear of being judge.” Your lips trembled as you cried and wiped your tears every seconds, feeling like a fool now for crying over some foolish thing.

“Look at me, baby.” He stopped your hands from wiping another strand of tears and softly held your face. “I’m sorry if it sounded like I’m mocking everything you have ever told me. It wasn’t my intention. I was…frustrated and I ended up saying those things.” Charles pulled you back into his embrace and he could feel your body shook as you sobbed. “I’m really sorry, princess. What else should I apologise for?”

“Are you playing around right now?”

“I’m not! I genuinely wanted to apologize for every single thing.” He was quick to defend himself as you could feel him shaking his head.

“Did you….regret bringing me to the interview?”

“No, not at all. You know I didn’t mean that, don’t you? I like having you with me wherever I go.”

You stayed silent in his embrace and he stroked on your back until you were done crying and pulled away to find his green, captivating eyes. “Your eyes are all swollen now, baby.” He pecked on your eyes that were still wet from the tears. “Now that I’m done listening, don’t you think you got something to apologise to me too?”

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts and calls...”

“Please don’t do that again, okay? I was so close to lodge a police report for a missing person.” He sighed in relief. “Can you tell me where did you go today without us getting into another fight again?”

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You told Charles about everything you did whilst he was dying from stress that you were ignoring his calls as you sat on the vanity cabinet and Charles took off your makeup for you.

“And then I saw these kids eating ice-creams so I decided to get one for myself too.” You showed him the picture that you took. “They have lots of flavours!”

“Really? And what did you choose, baby? Must be pistachio again.” Charles had been staring the way you were too engrossed in your little storytelling and thought he might have fallen in love all over again. “Baby, you and your swollen eyes look so adorable.”

“I know.” You circled your arms around his neck and smiled cheekily. “Oh! And I saw puppies! Like a bunch of them!”

“Yeah? Were they cute?” He brushed his lips on your nose.

“They were so cute! And so small too! They were running around and chasing each other.”

Charles pecked on your nose again. “You should have brought me along to do those fun things together.” His arms was placed on both sides of your figure, trapping you in his arms.

“I know, but you were to busy entertaining that prick.”

“I ditched the interview.” He nodded even before you could double check what he just said.

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t like the way he was talking behind my girl’s back.” He slanted and begin running kisses all over your face again. “Wanna go to the bakery you wanted to go tomorrow?”

“Can we?”

“Sure, why not. I’ll buy you the whole pastries to make up for my mistakes today.”

“That’s a bribery.”

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagines #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

[billthedrake]

GOALS (PART SIX)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner ([email protected]).

[SCOTT]

There wasn't going to be a Glacier National Park hike, or a Montana trip for that matter. Not this year.

I won't go into the details, but after Kelly found out, I moved into an apartment hotel for a few days until I could line up a small apartment closer to my office. I took a few personal days off to sort through all the practical bullshit: getting a good divorce attorney, tending to bills and protecting my finances without doing anything out of line legally.

I called Shannon, which was the hardest phone call I ever had to make in my life. I decided I wasn't going to make excuses or try to convince her of anything. I just didn't want to take the easy way out and step away.

Turns out she was great. Maybe weirded out as fuck I'd been involved with her high school boyfriend. But otherwise she seemed surprisingly mature. "I told Mom I'm not going to pick sides," she said on the phone.

"You have every right to be mad at me," I acknowledged.

"Am I happy?" she said. "Of course not. I feel really bad for Mom. But you have to be who you really are, Dad. I just hope you can find a healthier way to do it."

Yes, I was being lectured by my 23 year old daughter, and yes I deserved it.

Kelly told her friends and word spread around our club. I stopped going. My golf buddies had quietly uninvited me from their group anyway.

Soon word spread around the office too, but corporate policy meant there was no real blowback. I never considered myself gay, not really or fully, but here I was being treated as gay. Hell, it didn't matter, I decided. It was just a fucking word.

The divorce took a while. Negotiation. Filing period. I put myself into work. Like, full workaholic mode like I hadn't done since my early 40s. It came back to me too easily.

I felt bad about cutting things cold with Austin. But there was too much upheaval in my life and negotiating a second emotional relationship was too much on top of it. He deserved better, I knew, but I had to look after myself first for a change.

[AUSTIN]

Army daddy Steve and I had texted some over the weekend. He used to always go radio silent after a hook up, but I think he was getting over some of his hangups or guilt. And maybe our year-long absence had made the sexual chemistry between us more powerful now that we'd reconnected.

Our messages started out thanking the other for a hot time. Saying it was hot to hook up again. Then Steve ventured, "If I came into town next week, what would you think about meeting again?"

I typed back. "You just gave me a hardon, that's what I think about it." It was true.

"Ha," he wrote. "Saturday might work better for me." Then, "I guess I'm coming off a dry spell."

"Yeah?" I wrote.

"I tried to be a good boy. That didn't last." This was night and day different than the army daddy I first hooked up with.

I massaged my bone as I typed with the other hand. "I think I prefer bad boy Steve instead."

"I bet you do." Then "I'm thinking about being a little badder when I see u next."

I sat up some. From another dude I would have written this off as flirty banter. But Steve usually wasn't the flirty banter type. "What do you mean?"

"I can trust you right?"

My heart pounded. "You know you can," I wrote. "Totally discreet."

There was a little pause. "I've been thinking what it would be like to get fucked."

"For real?" I wrote.

"I can't believe I'm typing this," came the response.

"Even if it's just a fantasy it turned me on," I wrote. "but NGL i'm boned as fuck thinking about being in your ass."

"Be honest," he wrote. "How much does it hurt?"

I grimaced, trying to think of what to type. "I've never bottomed," I wrote honestly. "But I've been the first top for a couple of guys and they have both very much enjoyed the experience."

I could sense him mulling it over, even though I couldn't see or hear him. "We'd have to use protection," he wrote.

I respected guys' wishes, and if a rubber was what it took to get into this Army officer's hole, I'd abide. But fuck, I hate condoms. "I'm clean and tested," I wrote back. "But sure. Your call."

"You fuck a lot of guys?" he asked.

This was something we didn't talk about before. Guess we were talking about it now.

"Just one guy lately. But I've tested since him."

"You seem like a player," he wrote.

I hoped he wasn't getting cold feet. "I love sex, and I love hot older men. I try to do what it takes to get off with them." Then, "Not sure what you want me to say, man."

"You're being honest, bud. I respect that." Then. "It's just some scary new territory for me, you know."

"I get that," I wrote. "Not gonna push you." I mean, I did want to push him. Bad. But with some men you had to use the soft touch. Steve was that kind of guy.

"At the very least I can give you a nice long BJ Saturday," he wrote.

"You know I'd like that."

I spent my week focused on my own workouts. I had plans with my buddies Friday night but kept Saturday open. True enough, I heard from Steve bright and early that morning.

"Morning," he wrote.

"Hi there," I typed back. I was getting ready for my morning workout.

"You gotta a chance to talk?"

"Hitting the gym in a little bit," I typed. "But yeah, I'm around now."

We normally texted, but hearing Steve's deep voice was a treat. "Hey..." he said. "Wasn't wanting to check... you still up for meeting today?"

"Oh yeah," I replied. "What's your plan?"

"I'll be hitting the road in a couple of hours," Steve said. He gave me the name of the hotel he had booked, some regular chain hotel in the suburbs. "I wanna get settled, but maybe late afternoon?"

"Works for me," I said. But a question had been eating at me all week. "I don't wanna push you, man... but what you are thinking you wanna do?"

His voice got a little quieter. "I wanna go for it... see what it's about." God his voice was so sexy.

"Getting fucked?" I clarified.

"Yeah that," he answered. At first I thought he was just being shy, but I sussed out he wasn't alone or at least wasn't sure his conversation wouldn't be overheard. Still he ventured further. "You um... do the stuff before?"

It took me a second to realize what he was getting out. "You mean would I rim you?"

His reply sounded throaty and lusty. "Yeah, that."

"I love doing that," I said. If I had any thing I wished Scott had been into more it was that. He'd let me eat him out and seemed to enjoy when I did. But the man didn't crave it or ask for it much.

My reply must have been enthusiastic because I heard a chuckle on the other end. "Nice. I just wanna try it all today."

"It's gonna be a long fucking day waiting," I teased.

"Sorry,” he said. “It's a couple hours drive."

"Nah, man, it's good. I'll go work out some of the frustration in the gym. Look forward to it."

"Yeah, me too," he said softly. This was a new side to this Army Daddy for sure.

I don't know if the Army PT shorts Steve wore when he opened his hotel door were for my sake, or if that was his normal loungewear. His skin and chest fur was damp and I could tell he's just gotten out of the shower. It wasn't the first time I'd seen his bare chest, but it had been too long, and I was enjoying the full military-dad muscle he had going on. I don't expect a 50 year old body to be fit and hard like his brawn was, but it was a nice treat.

"I'm pretty nervous," he admitted. Indeed, he was shaking a little. It was wild to see a gruff butch man like this in a vulnerable state. It gave me a full-on fuck hard but also made me a little concerned.

"We can take it slow," I offered. "Whaddya think?"

He nodded. "Yeah, maybe just feel each other up for a bit?" This wasn't what I was expecting, but I was very into the idea.

I peeled off my zip up and my T-shirt beneath. I had a good pump from the gym that day and in general was proud of my muscle. But I still loved his reaction. He walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers, watching as I took off the rest of my clothes to show off my steely erection.

That was what Steve touched first as I got into bed with him. Reaching out, he gripped my hardon and tugged gently at it. I scooted forward and let him enjoy playing with it.

We both watched the connection for a while, then I decided I wanted to feel up that Army officer muscle. We had never really had this level of intimacy. It was always about Steve servicing my dick. But I was glad for this now. He was a big guy, and firm, but that muscle also felt like a 50 year old's muscle. My dick throbbed as I ran my hands along his pecs and over his shoulders.

Steve seemed like he didn't want to relinquish my prick, but he too, began exploring my body.

"You still a trainer?" he asked. We never did much small talk or shared much of our lives, but he knew what I did.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I should probably hire you," he joked.

I snuggled up to him so I could run my hands along his lats and down to his ass. I was cautious, not wanting to spook him, but he seemed OK with the contact of my hands on the roundness of his buns.

"Your body is perfect, man," I hissed.

He cracked a smile. "You really are into older men, aren't you?" he said. I'd put that on my profile that Steve had initially responded to.

"Very much so," I replied. "Exclusively." I now kneaded that ass brawn as I pressed my boner against his and felt the heat between our bodies. Steve had something between what I'd call a muscle ass and a daddy ass. I considered daddy asses to have a little give and not be so perfectly round. Steve, though, clearly didn't skip leg day and I could feel the strength in his glutes. If I was a bottom, I'd probably get a thrill from the potential he had to throw a hard fuck.

I looked into his blue eyes. "But guys not into older men would be into you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah," he admitted. His hands now ran along my back. "I've been trying to be a good boy."

One of these days I'd go for unattached men. Or men open to a real relationship. But I had a hot as fuck Army officer in bed with me, so I wasn't gonna second guess why I was so attuned to straight men getting gay sex on the side.

"It's just us here," I assured him. I ground my crotch into his, signaling our mutual desire. "Maybe being a good boy is overrated," I hissed.

"Oh fuck," he hissed back as our eyes met. Then, with a deep voice, he said, "I've never kissed a guy."

My heart pounded. This guy was so sexy, and the vulnerability coming through his gruffness was turning me the fuck on. "Like I say, it's just us."

Steve moved his head toward me and I took that as the signal to close the gap. His lips were rough and a little chapped, but he opened them up and our tongues met. He grunted at the contact but was clearly into it. Soon we were making out, swapping tongues and clutching at each other.

"Fuck," he gasped as we broke up. "It's different with a guy."

"How so?" I asked.

"Not as tender.... a little rougher."

That caught me by surprise, since I thought we were doing tender. "You liked that?"

He gave a sheepish smile. "I did."

I wanted to feed his desire. "We can go harder at it, if you like," I offered.

And like that we were kissing again. I normally am not into so much tongue and so much sucking, but I fed off his energy and that thrill of going at it, man to man. It was a raw, sexual kiss. Almost like Steve was trying to make sure it wasn't an emotional thing for him.

My fingers dug into his cleft and he growled into my mouth as I started exploring his crack and touching his hole. That he was turned on was a good sign. The hole was clean and a little dry so I didn't press far into the ring, but gave enough pressure for the man to know my intentions, if he didn't know them already.

"Let me eat you out," I gasped when we pulled apart, our stubble leaving each other's chins and lips a little raw and spit covering the lower half of our faces.

"How you want...?" he started to ask, but I interrupted.

"Just lie back and relax. Let me know what you like," I said. Something about this Army guy's vulnerability made me want to make this really good for him.

I took my time kissing down his body and I could feel his tension relax as I did. I avoided his thick, firehose stub of a cock but licked his hairy ball sac some, which he liked. Then lower, beneath it.

"Lift your legs," I ordered softly and then saw those thick legs pull up and back. His trench had some of that dark blond fur in it but the pucker was clearly visible, pink and tight. I felt its heat as I leaned in, then gave it some licks.

"Oh god," Steve grunted.

I pulled back and look up at him. He had an excited, expectant look on his face. "You've ever been rimmed?" I asked. "Maybe by a woman?"

He shook his head. "No buddy. Wasn't sure if I'd be into it."

I head the upper part of his hamstrings to keep his ass steady. "Let's change that," I said then turned my attention back to his trench. Maybe it was because he was virgin, but I was very into eating this guy out.

It helped that Steve got really into it. He wasn't verbal, at least not verbal in a way a guy comfortable with gay sex is. But he let out some deep moans as I munched his ring and have a couple of "yes" cries to encourage me.

It was very hot, but I wasn't there to rim him all evening. I pulled back and gave a soft spit on his pucker and gave one last push of my tongue to smear the saliva around his entrance. I looked up at him and I knew I had a pride on my face for a job well done. I'd been fairly inexperienced when I started fooling around with my college professor but now I had enough under my belt to be confident in the bedroom.

"Tell me if something isn't good for you, man," I said, reaching over to pick up the lube he'd left out, along with a few condoms. I flipped the cap, squirted a good amount on my digits, and then began slowly fingering him.

"OK?" I asked, staring into those beautiful blue eyes and taking in his handsome, clean shaven face.

"Yeah," he replied. Letting those 220-ish pounds of officer muscle relax on the bed. "It's weird but good."

I smiled and added a finger. "I won't lie, man, my dick may sting when it first goes in," I said, wanting to be honest and to prepare him. "But the fingers should feel nothing but good."

Steve took a deep breath. Getting a little nervous.

"You got this, man," I said. I slowly worked my fingers in and out. I could tell he sensing the pleasure his insides could give him. "You know how much you like having my cock in your mouth and throat?" I asked.

He blushed but nodded. "Yeah."

"It's not the same, but focus on that. Having me be a part of you... inside you."

I lined up my prick next to my fingers, ready to push in.

"Could you put a condom on, man?" he asked.

"Sure," I said with some defeat in my voice. He'd said I'd have to use protection, but I thought I'd give it one last chance. As I picked up the packet, I added, "I swear I'm clean and tested if you wanna..."

He was getting a little impatient. "Just wrap it up man."

I did as instructed. I'd respect his wishes, especially if this man was offering his virginity.

I decided I didn't want Steve time to get nervous and tight. I lined up and entered him. Slowly to be sure, but I pressed in, millimeter at a time.

"I told you it'll sting," I said, sensing his bodily reaction. "It'll get better, trust me," I assured him.

I added more lube and rocked back and forth about an inch inside his hole. That seemed to do the trick. I felt that inner ring open up for me. "There ya go, man!" I growled excitedly.

"Fuck!" Steve let out. I knew it wasn't a yelp of pain or discomfort but there was a psychological reaction to having been penetrated for the first time.

"Feel good, right?" I prodded.

He nodded. "You're big. But yeah..."

I rocked a little more. Wanting him to get used to my size but needing to keep enough friction on my dick through the rubber. "You're almost there," I encouraged.

"Almost?" he asked. I was completely buried so he didn't understand.

I cocked a grin and pulled back several inches, then plowed in. His first real fuck thrust.

His dick jerked on his belly. I was pretty sure he was feeling his prostate for the first time. "Oh God!" he hissed as his hands clutched at my chest.

I started fucking him. Steady strokes in and out of his tight Army guts.

"See... I told ya," I smiled enjoying the act of breaking this big man in. This is everything I loved about sex. A much older man beneath me, learning that he loved me topping him. I fucked faster.

He jerked his dick some but mostly watched me, like he was mesmerized by watching me in rut and enjoying the close-up view of my body.

"Can we do another position?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said. "This one not working for you?" I wanted to figure out what would make this great for him. It was his first time, after all, and a cocky part of me wanted him remembering this for a good long time.

"Not exactly comfortable to have my legs back," he replied. "Maybe you can fuck me from behind?"

"Definitely," I assured him. I pulled back and watched him flip over and get into a doggy position. In addition to the physical comfort, I gathered that Steve like the lack of emotional connection to this position, it was more purely animalistic.

The condom still kept me from feeling much but I loved the sight and act of penetration. Holding his hips and watching my rubbered cock push in between his buns. I felt like I had scored some big game here. Big strong Army daddy.

The new position worked wonders for the guy. I fucked with steady powerful thrusts. Not hard or rough, but it was very physical and Steve loved it.

"Fuck me stud!" he bellowed, now jerking his rod in time with my strokes.

God, his voice was deep and his neediness egged me on. I went harder and faster, holding his hips tight. The contrast of his paler ass cheeks and light tan of his strong back was a turn on. I could tell from his jerking arm and his body posture he was getting real close.

"You getting close, man?" he asked. His voice was urgent with need, like he was holding back his cum.

"Nah," I said. "Can't with a rubber." I wasn't trying to be an asshole, but that was the truth.

Steve bucked his ass back against my thrusting crotch a couple times, as if he was trying to work my cock to see if he could be the exception. Then he spoke up again. "Just go for it, buddy."

I wasn't sure if he was saying what I thought he was saying. "You mean?"

Steve didn't answer me but instead reached down past his balls between his legs and tugged at the base of my cock. An unmistakable signal for me to raw dog him.

I did the rest of the work, pulling back as I held the condom steady so it would slip off. The second I'd cleared the sheath, I plunged back into that officer's ass, bare.

The psychological excitement had been building up like crazy, and now the physical part of the fuck was catching up with it. I pounded with maybe five or sex strokes before my cum started.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried, holding his hips real tight as I jackrabbited in and out of that slick ass, feeling it get slicker as my seed spurted into him.

"Aw yeah, stud!" he grunted and the knowledge I was coming gave him the sign for him to allow his own orgasm. Not quite simultaneously but close in succession.

I slowly pulled out. Still hard, though pretty much his ass had drained my balls well. I patted his furred buns in silent thanks. "Let me get you a washcloth," I said.

I came back from the bathroom to find him lying back against the headboard, a quiet, almost dreamy look on his face. He gratefully took the damp cloth.

"I didn't think I'd enjoy it so much," he said, like he was admitting defeat.

"I'm glad you did," I said, standing next to the bed, and letting my dong dangle in a half hard state. "Thanks for giving me the full ride just now, buddy." I softly touched his arm to show a grateful affection.

He gave a wince of a smile. "You really like getting your way, don't ya?" Maybe he resented the barebacking now that we'd gotten our rocks off.

"I swear I'm not a man whore," I said with as much a grin as I could muster. "That was a special treat, honest."

That seemed to put Steve at ease and he set down the washcloth. "Well, at least I can say I went all out," he said almost philosophically. He picked up his watch from the nightstand. It was almost 7. "You feel like grabbing a bite, buddy?"

I gave a nod. "I wanna respect your boundaries. But yeah, that'd be nice."

He stood up from the bed and gave me a light mock punch to the shoulder. "You copped my goddamn cherry, I figured you could buy me dinner at least," he joked.

I laughed but was sincere in my reply. "Dude. After that fuck, I'll treat you to a fucking steak dinner. Honest."

Steve stood and looked at me with a smirk. "God you are a good looking fucker," he muttered. Then, "let me clean up first."

I checked my phone while he showered. Maybe a part of me hoped I'd see a message from Scott, like I did every time I picked up my phone. But it was just a couple of messages from my college buddy Jason. I gave a quick reply. Then scrolled through to find a good steakhouse to reserve for dinner.

[SCOTT]

I stopped training with Austin and for a month stopped working out entirely. Then I got back into it, at my corporate health club. It helped me deal with the stress.

I was splitting most of my assets in the divorce, so I cut corners. I found a way to transfer the country club membership to Kelly, in case she wanted to keep that up. My rent was cheap, at least cheap by Scott Delahunt standards. I was fine financially, but I didn't want this to set me too far back on my retirement goals.

I stopped beating myself up. It was too strong a statement to say I was grateful for what happened, but maybe it needed to happen.

I had a lot of alone time to think and reflect. After about four months, I texted Austin on a Saturday morning. "Would I be able to apologize to you sometime?"

I could sense hesitation on his end in replying, before he wrote. "You don't have to."

There was the rebuke I was expecting. But then I got another text from him. "It would be good to see you though."

"When?" I asked. Nervous and excited. "Name a time."

"I'm free this weekend. This afternoon?"

I was going to offer him to come over, but instead I figured it would be best to meet on neutral territory. There was a brewery with an outdoor deck. The weather was a nice early September day, so I suggested that.

He had on his faded Titans T-shirt, mesh shorts, and flip flops as he walked up. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him, for all the emotions and unfinished business left between us. Austin just looked amazing.

"Can I get you something?" I asked. In natural "treat" mode.

"Whatever you're having," he said. Then. "Great to see you Scott."

My eyes daring to meet his steely-blue gaze. "Great to see you, too, Austin."

AUSTIN

It was actually our first time in doggy position. Scott on all fours as I held his hips and did that slow-and-hard trick I'd done with the Military Dad.

"Oh, Fuck me, stud," Scott grunted. His ass was tighter than before, but he was quickly opening up for me. "You love your dad's ass don't ya, buddy?"

It was like where we left off. "God yeah, sir," I hissed. Pounding him with a series of deep, steady jabs. Feeling like a total stud boning him.

"You're so horny today, son." I sensed Scott was having a hard time keeping to a script, he was getting too carried away in the physicality of our mating.

"I missed you Scott," I said, giving him a break from the Dad talk. Even as my cock moved in faster shallow thrusts. "Missed being with you."

"Missed you, too, buddy," came his soft reply. His hand working his cock beneath him.

"You almost there?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Tell me when you're real close," I urged.

"OK," he said. Then after a few seconds of my fucking and his masturbation. I heard. "Yeah." A signal.

I gripped his arm to pull his hand away. “Do it!” I barked. “Come for me!”

It caught Scott by surprise but was perfect timing. He nutted hands free, on my cock. And even if I couldn't watch I could hear him and see his body jerk in pleasure. I busted my own seed inside him, turned on like mad by making him cum like this.

I slowed my fuck and leaned into kiss his shoulder and neck. He twisted free of me and met my mouth for the rest of our kiss.

After a little making out, I plopped on the bed and looked around. "So this is your apartment, huh?" I asked.

"Yep," he said. "Living the simple life these days."

I laughed. "Your version of the simple life is different than what lots of people would consider simple." It was a gentle accusation.

"Probably," he conceded. God, he somehow had gotten even more handsome. 52, and well on his way to 53.

"Well, it suits you," I said. Giving another quick peck.

[SCOTT]

It was a new phase for me and Austin. No longer did we have that naughty thrill of sneaking around, but it was so much better to sleep in the same bed multiple times a week and have sex more frequently.

He began training me again, unofficially, though he refused to take money this time. A couple of sessions a week, and I'd join him for one of his weekend workouts.

I tried not to be as free flowing with the money, but I still enjoyed spoiling him from time to time. We caught a few Titans games that fall, though I stepped down from the box seats.

I realize Austin had driven so much of our affair. His libido, his kinks, his love of older men. I wasn't passive in it, but mostly it was this fine young man opening a world for me. But I knew I had to make a choice.

It was his birthday weekend. We went to a Mexican restaurant he loved rather than somewhere fancy. I'd blown him before dinner, but I had a sense sex would be on the cards again later. He was in a good mood and acting flirty with me, which I loved.

But I knew we had to talk about us. "So, Austin... I've been talking to some headhunters."

"Yeah?" he asked. Intrigued, but still not sure where I was going with this.

"In my position you hear from them all the time. But I never wanted to leave Nashville before."

That stopped him cold. "You do now?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "Ever since the divorce, I hate being here. Listen... I'm not going to ask you to uproot your life. But if I moved, you'd be very welcome to come with me. Live with me."

"Wow," he said. Taking it all in. "Where are you thinking?"

"Denver, maybe Atlanta, maybe Boston," I said. "Anywhere, but Nashville." Reading his face.

"I'll have to think about it," he said.

"Of course," I said. It tore me up to bring this up with him. But we couldn't keep going in suspended animation.

Our sex was quiet and physical when we got back. Austin guided me on to my stomach and rimmed me out before mounting me and fucking me hard and slow. I could feel the need and emotion in every thrust. It made me cum against the bedsheets.

Over breakfast the next morning he was almost a new man. "It might take me a while to build up a new client base," he said. He'd clearly been thinking all night and all morning about this. He speared a slice of avocado on his plate and smiled up at me. "You know, we don't know what it'd be like to live together."

"We don't," I replied. "But I have a good guess the sex would be very good."

He grinned.

"You would be in a relationship with a man twice your age," I warned him.

His voice got low. "You know that gets me hard, Scott."

"Yeah, I do," I said. "But I mean beyond the hardons. The relationship part."

He shrugged. "We'll figure that shit out, right? Figure out what's right for us."

My heart beat hard. "So... we doing this?"

His eyes locked on mine. "If you'll have me... Dad. Yeah, we're doing this." I knew Austin saw me as a substitute for his own father. I knew there was some short circuit between that and his need to be with me sexually.

Just as there was a short circuit between my attraction to him and my need to give him what he needed. To indulge him. "Love you, son," I muttered, words catching in my throat.

His foot pressed against mine under the table. "Love ya, Dad."

#drakestories

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Five. "What Are The Odds?" Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! Well here I am! I wanted to get this out before weeks end and here it is! The latest update to my current long fic! It has been over a month since the last update but this one is long, a lot happens, much spice, a ton of ground covered and I hope it more than makes up for the wait! Let’s not waste time, this is a big turning point, let’s go! Masterlist for the rest of the series here. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 11.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Kissing. Making Out. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Teasing. Taunting. Grinding. Glove Kink. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Day Date. Skating. Alcohol Consumption. Cum Eating. Bets. Smoking. Ranting About How Much New York City Sucks. Groping. Biting. 

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You floated through the week with intense anticipation and thoughts of them as you waited for the weekend and the pair of them to come and see you. Day in, day out, waiting with bated breath and unreasonably excited to see them. On Friday night when you had a lull in the shift you are near the bar, in between rounds of your tables, taking a quick moment. Logan was busy serving, you were watching, keeping an eye on the room when Rachel came up, she looked, worried, nervous? 

You leaned over, tapped her elbow and asked over the noise and music of the club, “You good Rach?”

She looked over at you, head whipping in your direction, as if she didn’t even notice you were right there until you touched her and spoke to her. She forced a too tight smile you have seen before spread across her features when some customer leers too close for her comfort, her eyes give it away. You knew her too well to be fooled, even as she assured, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

You gave her a very unimpressed look and she buckled almost immediately. A roll of her eyes with a groan, “Okay, okay, you’re right I’m not okay-”

“Yeah no shit, so what’s up?”  Even with the words you said, some care to inject some warmth into them was taken along with touching her arm lightly and she spilled like a glass of water on an uneven table. “So you know that guy who comes through and like never lets anyone but me serve him? Usually alone?”

You knew just who she meant, you responded, “Yeah Randall, what about him?”

“He hasn’t come by in a while.” She started. “How long is a while?” 

“Like a few weeks I guess…” She said softly and you hummed and responded easily, “But doesn’t he travel a lot for work? Could just be outta the country for a while, forgot to tell you he was going-”

“He always tells me though!” Rachel insisted her hand latched onto your wrist, she seemed really bothered and you said, “Okay, okay I believe you! But maybe it was last minute? He doesn’t have your number or anything, he only sees you here.”

She nodded, brows furrowing, “Yeah, yeah you think?” 

“Yeah! He is like obsessed with you! If he was in the city, he’d be here.” You assured and her expression softened, he squeezed your hand and said sincerely, “Thank you so much for calming me down, you’re right I was just freaking out over nothing, M’ sure he’s fine.”

“Oh of course, no problem at all.” You held out your arms and shared a quick hug, a few pats on the back before you see someone over Rachel’s shoulder at one of your tables gesturing for a drink, “Shit, sorry, duty calls but if you need to talk anytime, you know I am here for you, right?”

She pulled back, her hands in yours, “I know, I know, thanks again, now go!” She encouraged, picking up her own tray and you headed to the table, parting ways. The rest of the night was busy but during the clean up you checked in with her again, she got a lot of tips and was feeling fine and she suggested you do a shot before leaving with a smile and you knew for sure she was all good. 

The next day, Saturday, you find yourself looking at the door all evening just waiting for them, focusing on work was actually a challenge which is so unlike you. Normally you rock your job with ease, no fucking problem but tonight you were just a little too preoccupied to be doing it as perfectly as you normally did. 

Once you had truly settled in, started to get into the real rhythm of it, that is when they came in. You saw them enter, coats slung over their arms, not caring about the winter’s chill outside now that they were in the almost oppressively warm space of the club where you worked. You were in the middle of serving a table but still watched as they came in and meandered to one of the empty tables and as soon as you were done you made your move over to them, giddy to talk to them once more and check in. 

It had been days since your date and you had been thinking of them often, thinking of the awful movie you watched and laughed at, the pizza you shared and that steamy make out session in front of your apartment building of course. You’d been thinking of that last one a lot. Might have been falling asleep to it, well masturbating to a few solid orgasms before falling asleep to it. You made your approach and they noticed, the smiles already on their faces broadening upon seeing you, Tiffany throwing her coat onto the table and Chucky’s hands held out as she called out, “There she is!”

You were right in front of them now, tray in one hand resting on your hip and Tiffany grabbed your other hand, a small squeeze, the light touch was welcomed, sweet. You all hand’t talked about how physical you should be, you had been on like one fucking date and hadn’t commited to anything explicitly exclusive. They were together but no mention was made of what YOU were in relation to them. You were glad that they were taking it easy, you haven’t told anyone of course that you were doing this, great care was needed naturally for honestly a million reasons you didn’t really want to think about. 

Coat still over his arm as he leaned one arm onto the table, saying in a teasing tone that fit him so well, “Already rushing over, what a good girl.”

Him uttering those last two words in combination with how much you had been thinking of her and him lately hit hard. You tried your best to not outwardly show how it got to you, Tiffany gently nudged him with a fond roll of her eyes, “Jeeze, lay it on thicker why don’t you.”

“What? Am I not allowed to compliment her?” He teased further and she leaned over, her hand slipping out of yours and you wish she wouldn’t. She said, “Never said that but maybe keep it to a less public venue eh tiger?” 

He sighs like he is put out, a joking act as he says, “Whatever the lady wishes.”

You change the subject taking the opportunity to ask, “What can I get you two to drink?”

They ask you to surprise them yet again, a trend that seems to have stuck in their visits to your work so far. You get them drinks and are extra attentive to them all night, you work extra hard to make sure your other tables are more than satisfied so any time spent lingering with them is perfectly acceptable. They have a few drinks, throw you a good stack of tips, you laugh and talk and your next date is planned in a few days time for your next day off from work, Wednesday. They tell you they are excited for it and you have to admit you are too. They leave about an hour before close, you say your goodbyes, no hugs or kisses permitted obviously but sincere wishes to be well and that you are all equally looking forward to the date you have coming up. 

The last hour you work passes quickly and easily. You clean up with your co-workers, count tips, the pair tipped you the most by far, you wondered if you should feel weird about that, dating them but still accepting tip money. You pushed the thought from your mind, you went on one date and you deserved to get paid for your stellar service, you were amazing at your job and they clearly wanted to give you the money so you shouldn’t worry about this, not yet anyway. A good drink that made you feel warm down to your toes and fingertips as you left with Jackson and made your way to the train station.

You had been talking about the shift, Jackson talking about this cute guy he was thinking about asking out at a restaurant on the same street the club you worked in was at and you encouraged him to do so. “I mean he sounds fucking great you should go for it.”

“Yeah? Thanks! I totally will-” He sighed wistfully before looking over at you, “-but what about you?”

“What about me?”  You asked playing just a little dumb to which he scoffed, “I mean what about you! Are you dating anyone?”

“Noooo, no I am not.” You responded automatically and he hummed, “Hmmm, really? Then who were you getting so cosy with earlier?”

Shit he saw. “Who do you mean?”

“That tall blonde, the really hot one. Isn’t she the same one that you helped with that song request a while back?” He asked with a wide grin. 

Fuck.

You deflect, “Hot? Isn’t she not your type? Cuz she’s, you know, a she?” You asked and he laughed, his arm looping in yours, something you allowed, walking arm in arm with him as he said, “Listen I might be gay but I’m not fucking blind! The woman is gorgeous!”

You giggled along with him, “Alright good to know your reputation of good taste continues. But no, I am not seeing her.” 

“Why not? She clearly likes you.” He said and you responded, “Don’t you see how she is with the red-headed guy she comes in with?”

“Oh yeah, him. Shades, well dressed, fan of long coats and scarves?” He asked and you continued, “Yeah him, well they are together.”

“Ouch. Sorry to hear that babe.” He sighed. “Well maybe we can find you a hottie with a body soon, right? It’s been forever for you, I’m genuinely shocked you haven’t exploded from sheer frustration yet.”

“I mean I got hands, don’t I?” You said with a smile paired with an exaggerated gesture of jazz hands even with your arm still looped through his and he laughed again.

If it was just Tiffany you might have been able to tell him. Jackson was one of the only people you were out to, the only one at work anyway, gay and bi solidarity and all of that made the foundation of your strong friendship, mutual likes and shared job building much more onto that. Jackson was one of your co-workers you would jump to hang with outside of work first, every single time. Him accepting you being bisexual was one thing, him accepting you dating more than one person at once, dating a couple that was already together was a horse of a different color. And while Jackson is a friend of Dorothy, maybe he wasn’t down with the Emerald city and you think you weren’t ready to figure out where he stood yet.

The next day, Sunday, was average, much quieter in comparison to Saturday anyway. You end up talking with Logan at the bar during a lul. 

“Just tell meeee-” He whined and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on the bartop, “No because there is nothing to tell!”

“Stop lying! It is so obvious you are seeing someone! You can talk to me about it, I’m just happy you are back out there! Your last relationship was fucking how long ago?” 

“Oh my God Lo, you are relentless, I swear to fucking God I am not seeing anybody!” You try to argue but he tells you, “Bullshit! I see that fucking smile, all dopey and dumb!”

“Why are you calling her dumb excatly?” Marcy had sidled up to put in her current drink order, “Because that is the best descriptor for that dreamy little smile she gets on her face that tells me she is so clearly seeing somebody.” He reached out and attempted to boop your nose and you knocked his hand away, Marcy laughing over the interaction. 

“He is so nice to you.” Marcy said with a smile and you looked over to her, “Yeah isn’t he just?” 

A deep breath before you continued.

“Really Logan, I am not seeing anyone but if I fucking was, it is new and fresh and undefined, tenuous even and IF there was something to share you should trust I would share it when it’s more concrete.” You said seriously and he nodded, “Okay, see that makes sense. Thank you. I appreciate your honesty.” 

“What honesty? I am talking about hypotheticals Logan.” You said with a smile and he gave you a knowing look, “Right. Hypothetical.”  

“Anyway if you are done berating her for information she doesn’t have I have a drink order I need sometime this month-”

You hope what you tell him is enough to tide him over and that both he and Marcy have the good sense to shut up and not spread it around.

Sunday picked up a bit after that, some people clearly not wanting to accept Monday was on the horizon, wanting to enjoy the last bit of freedom of their Sunday. You walk away with a pocketful of more tips than you were anticipating and excited to face the new week which spelt out your second official date with the pair. 

Monday is always dead at the club. It is dedicated to cleaning and extra work to make sure you are all good post weekend, something you don’t mind and are grateful for honestly. You finish later than normal on a Monday and when you get out a certain redhead is waiting for you. 

He was having a smoke leaned against the brick wall next to the exit of the club, his head turning, a small wave of his hand that didn’t have the cigarette between two fingers, “Heya sweetheart.” 

“Hi Chucky, what are you doing here?” You asked and he said, “Was in the area, thought I might walk you to the train station, if you’d like that.”

Oh how sweet was that? You take him up on that easily, “That would be great honestly, thank you.” 

“S’ nothing really.” He finished his smoke and dropped the butt, stamping it out before holding out his hand, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You and he head off in the direction of the train station. “So you all alone again? Where is that walking buddy of yours-” he snapped his fingers, trying to come up with the name, knowing you had mentioned it once before, you filled in the blank, “Jackson.”

“Yeah! Him! Doesn’t ol Jacky boy walk you to the station? Where’s he at?”  He asked and you said, “Oh he left early, had something important to go do.”

“Important, eh?” He prompted and you said, “Asking out someone he’s been liking for a while.” 

“So he’s not into you and I got nothing to worry about then.” He teased and you laughed, the idea of Jackson being into you was hilarious, “Mmm yeah trust me, more than you know you got nothing to worry about between me and Jackson.” 

“Good.” He sighed, and you took the chance to ask something for a change, “Good?”

“Yeah, good.” He took your hand, far enough away from the club he was confident no one you knew would see you.

“You gonna elaborate, big guy?” Your fingers laced with his as he said, “I’m not really into the idea of sharing you with anybody but Tiff.” 

Well fuck that was a big thing to throw out there. “You think about sharing me with Tiffany do you?”

“Almost obsessively.” He admitted his shoulder bumping yours playfully with a raise of his eyebrows and the image of that is forced into your mind, being between both of them just as you had been at the end of your last date. You try to push out the thought but instead you give an admission of your own, “Can’t say it isn’t on my mind right now.” 

“It’s a fun thought isn’t it?” He teased again and you look up to see his eyes already on your face, a nod that could be almost considered shy, “Real fun.”

“Looking forward to it maybe being a reality?” he asked and you said, “I can say with the utmost confidence, yes I am.”

That is when you are pulled suddenly by him off of the sidewalk and down and into an alleyway, you keep up until you are spun and pushed into the wall by him. His hands on your shoulders, his eyes looking into yours as he asks, “I know it’s just me and you tonight but how about a preview?” 

Like you would ever say no to that.

Instead of a verbal response you leaned up and caught his mouth in a deep kiss. Soon as you did that all bets were off, he was returning your affection, kissing you with equal heat, his hands sliding down off your shoulders, ribs, avoiding your chest for now, you wished he wouldn’t, before they were resting on your waist, a small squeeze and you hummed against his mouth. On it went, your hands reached out, caught on the sleeves of his coat, held there, your tongue passed over his bottom lip first and that caused a small change in his breathing, one you picked up on and so you pushed it further still. You nipped gently and you heard a small sound come from the back of his throat, one you could barely process before he nipped back, harder, it shocked you, sent a spike of arousal right through your core and a moan into his mouth. 

It escalated much further, much faster and you didn’t object for a second, if anything you encouraged it, craved much more. You didn’t even notice when one of his hands left your waist and moved, slipped down and then up, was between your thighs and up the short hem of the dress you had worn to work that night. The move was confident, it was smooth, his hand slotting between your thighs, his whole hand cupping you causing your hips to squirm. You break the kiss, breathing out, questioning the current venue of your makeout session, “Oh Chucky, here?”

“You objectin’?” He asked, leaning in, lips dragged up your throat, your head fell back against the wall as his hand moved, two fingers tracing the line of your slit, pressing over your hole before dragging up till he passed above your clit. He laid kisses down, teeth grazing making you moan softly, “You really want me to stop?”

It leaves your mouth easily, betraying the sheer amount of want you felt in that moment, “No.”

“You gonna be extra good and say it?” He prompted, slow circles drawn, teasing the edges of your panties, a threat that he would dip under the quickly dampening lace. Is this how he was? Hot and commanding and confident and that fucking voice, you liked it enough on it’s own, the rougher edge to it but in thise context, laced with heat and implication and more, it made you feel a little weak in the knees. “Please don’t stop.”

His head came back up, his gaze catching yours as he praised, quietly and just to you, “Good job.”

That is when his hand slipped into your panties and you realised he still had his gloves on. You should have known better, you hadn’t seen him take them off after all but you were distracted and only upon feeling the cool leather against overheated flesh you truly took the fact in. 

You kissed him again, using your hands gripping his sleeves to pull him to you and his hand got to work. You were so excited, kissing him so feverishly he didn’t take too much time teasing you. A few passes with his fingers, parting your slick folds, collecting the mess of you before using your slick as lube to rub your clit. You let yourself breathe harder, allowed yourself to moan into his mouth, he was very into it, how you couldn’t keep quiet even though you clearly wanted to avoid getting caught. 

He found the pace you liked best, the pattern that made you cling closer, that made your lips and tongue slow against his and pulled the filthiest moans from your mouth. You started moving with him, rocking your hips along with his hand, chasing your pleasure, working with him to get yourself there. He was the one to break apart, he was out of breath as he asked, “Good?”

A furious nod, “So fucking good, don’t stop Chuck, pl-please?”

Like he would ever dream of it. He pressed harder and your body tensed, biting your bottom lip with a louder moan, eyes threatening to totally close, he laughed softly before reassuring, “I won’t stop, don’t worry.” 

The way he spoke and touched and looked at you, like he was fucking hungry and couldn’t get enough it helps increase how you felt. It pulls you closer, drags you to the edge much faster than anticipated, the place that you were in was helping too, the risk was exhilarating, someone could walk down this alley and catch you at any moment in such a compromising position. You felt the pleasure spiking, getting nearer and nearer, your eyes finally slip closed, panting out, “Chucky, ah, ahhhn, M’ almost there-”

He let out a soft groan, you feel him press closer, feel how hard he is against your hip through his open coat and his pants, he rocks against you and you buck into his hand, still working relentlessly to bring you pleasure. “C’mon hon, wanna see it, feel it.” 

Him wanting it so badly, asking for it in that tone, it doesn’t take much more after that, his lips brushed against yours and the sparks of that makes your stomach twist and you gasp out his name as you tip over and for the first time you cum from his efforts. If you could think you would have the thought that it blew every orgasm you had that past week by your own hands out of the water, the rush of it was incredible.

Your hands were tangled in the lapels of his coat, trembling, panting, weak and incoherent moans tumbling out of your open mouth as you leaned your weight against the wall for support. He slowed his touch to drag it out as much as he could before your hands let go of his jacket and dropped down, pushed on his wrist, a silent plea for him to let up and he finally did, a laugh of, “Okay, okay.”

His fingers leave your clit and you sigh in relief, it had been starting to border on painful from overstimulation. You expected him to pull his hand out of your clothing but instead his hand moved lower, two fingers find your dripping hole and he slides him inside with one fluid motion and you tense with a surprised moan. You were still so sensitive just after coming, “Fuck! Wha-what are you doin-”

He shh’d you, a playful look in his eyes as he said, “Just a second baby, you can do this for me, can’t you?” 

You bite your bottom lip and endure the few very intense curls of his fingers, he grinds his clothed erection into your hip as he breathes out, “You are so warm inside, Can feel it through my gloves.”

You barely hold back a whine, “Chucky please-” He reassured you again, “Amost, just a little more-”

His fingers finally pull out, “-there you go.” His hand leaves your underwear and you struggle to catch your breath as you stay against the wall, he still feels hard against your hip and you wonder if you should drop to your knees, do something for him but what happens next kind of makes your mind go blank. 

He maintained eye contact with you as he brought up his gloved hand, his middle and ring finger that had just been buried in your soaked hole, totally wet with your juices, slipped into his mouth and he sucked, tasting you for the first time, letting out a satisfied hum as he did so. His eyes fell closed for a moment before he pulled his fingers out and he said, quietly, “Fuck, you taste good.”

Were you breathing? You don’t think you were and you seriously don’t care.

Once his eyes open back up he laughs, “You good?”

A shake of your head as you catch yourself, a half laugh of your own, “Yeah, I’m so, so fucking good.” 

“Good. Now c’mon.” His gloved hand takes yours, it still feels wet but now from his spit instead of from you, and he leads you out of the alley, pulling you along as your legs are still unsteady underneath you.

“Wait, what about you?” 

He looked over at you, “What about me?”

“Don’t you want me to-” You started and he cut you off, “You got a train to catch and trust me I am just fine.”

“Really? Just getting me off and you-” He interjected again, his hand that wasn’t holding yours runs through his hair, “Go home and fuck my beautiful girlfriend? Yeah, real tragic.” 

He finished the thought by throwing you a wink and you snorted out a laugh, “Alright fair.” 

“Seriously, it’s fine, I’m not in a rush. And besides, maybe I wanna make you sweat a bit, make you really want it.” He teased, drawing out the ‘really’ and you grinned, totally reassured that he was fine waiting, more like he wanted you to beg on your knees to suck him off, “Now that sounds more like you.”

You speak again before he can, “But about Tiff, she’s uh fine with this?”

“What? You an’ me doing stuff just us?” He asked and you swung your hands a little as you walked, “Yeah, don’t worry, her and I talked a lot about this, she knows and it’s totally fine.”

If only you knew what he and Tiffany had talked all about. After your last date, the next day at a diner, over breakfast and coffee and cigarettes they talked about you, how it all went, how they felt and mostly, how much they wanted you. 

“She is too fucking hot, I swear watching you two kiss, ugh-” Chucky groaned, head tipping back as he took a drag off his smoke and Tiffany sighed out, spoon stirring her coffee in her mug as she asked aloud, “Her lips are so soft, how are they so soft?” 

“Fuck if I know.” He said with a shake of his head before saying, “I can’t wait to see you two do more than just kiss.”

“Yeah too tame for you right? Need more than that to really get off?” She asked with a coy smile and he said, “Naturally. Don’t act like you don’t like watching me with her, I saw your face.”

“You got me there, it is really hot.” She admitted and he said, “I can’t wait to really touch her.”

“Oh same, she has no idea what she is in for.” She said as she leaned forward on her forearms, he was scooping some egg onto his fork as he inquired, “Yeah, you gonna rock her world?”

“Obviously Chucky.” She assured with a raise of her eyebrows as she picked up a piece of toast spread with strawberry jam and he thought. For a long moment before speaking, “You know what might be fun, Tiff?”

Her eyes lit up, leaning over the table with a point of a well manicured finger, “I know that look! You have a game in mind!” A casual shrug, another drag and she gave him an expectant look before he said, “Maybe I do.”

“Well spill! I am dying to hear.” She encouraged and he leaned forward, speaking lower to her, “Okay here me out on this one, okay?”

She listened, the smile refusing to leave her lips as he outlined a little bet. A contest of sorts. Who could get you off first and hardest, him or her. Tiffany was more than in, she was wet at the very thought.

Both intended to have you solo before your coming date, both totally fine with this arrangement and excited as all hell to pull it off. A  hand shake over the table once basic rules were laid down and a word of may the best man win passed over their remaining food before the check came. 

But you didn’t know all that. You just thought it was a hot, spur of the moment thing, a spontaneous thing that was driven by need, which in part, it definitely was, this whole contest was pushed by the need that Chucky and Tiffany shared for you.

Just based on what he said, as simple as it was, you didn’t doubt him. They seemed to be really honest with each other and were fine with sharing you, talking about them both hooking up with you solo didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. So you decided to trust him.

“Well I’ll be honest Chuck, I’m really glad for that because holy shit was that good.” You said with a soft laugh, a shake of your head in disbelief, your legs still didn’t feel normal as you walked beside him. He squeezed your hand, pulling on it so your shoulder bumped into his as he teased, “I know I’m pretty great, right?”

Another laugh pulled from you, he was too good at making you laugh, a wide smile as you said, “I better be careful what I say. If your head gets too big it might just pop and Tiffany would never forgive me.”

“Forgive you? Hell, catch her in the right mood and she’d thank you.” He joked as you both turned down the next street towards the train station. 

Your timing couldn’t have been better, if you had taken the time to put your own hands to work you would have missed the train for sure, it was on the approach as you reached the platform. You turned to him, arms around his neck you leaned up and kissed him and once you did you realised you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands on your hips he kissed you back and pulled away when you heard the train stop on the platform took everything in you. Reluctantly breaking apart, “Sorry, gotta go, bye!”

“Go on, see you Wednesday!” He called and you threw him a wave as you headed into the train car. 

He watched the doors slide closed and the train head down the tracks before he makes his way back to his and Tiffany’s apartment. He catches himself whistling, very pleased with how it went, the lingering flavour of you clinging to his lips. He still felt hard, his mind running over what he just did to you. The way you sounded and your body moved, so receptive and responsive, so hot for him you were fine getting fingered in an alleyway in mid-winter, you in that short little outfit you wore for work. If only you knew what he and Tiffany did in that alley weeks back. If you knew that they murdered that man that you pointed out in the club, Randall, in that very same alley, less than five feet away from where he made you cum against the wall, you probably wouldn’t have been so eager. You didn’t need to know all that, didn’t need to know that man was dead because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

If only you knew the other people you kept unintentionally pointing out to them with all the people you knew from your work. A lot of fun had been had already with him and Tiffany engaging in their little hobby more often and more safely thanks to you. He couldn’t wait to get home and brag about his big success to Tiffany.

You didn’t feel any of that winter chill again on your walk home. You slept so well, the day was great, flew by and before you knew it you were back at work and it is slow yet again. But that is Tuesdays for you, small groups, all having a few casual drinks, nothing crazy, very manageable. 

So you were pretty free up when she came in. As soon as she came in she made her way straight to you. A table near the bar, leaning against it and right next to you, a warm smile on her face, “Hey there sweet thing.” 

“Tiffany! Hi!” The urge to hug her hello was great but you managed to hold it back. “What are you doing here?” You asked and she shrugged, “Wanted a drink, figured where better than here.” 

That made you feel warm all over again. Her first choice was here, where you worked, to come and see you and spend time with you. 

“Really? Well how sweet. What can I get you?” The question rolled off your tongue with practised ease and she said, “Mmm thinking something strong.”

“Strong?” You asked and she sighed, “Yeah, hard day. Need to loosen up. Need the courage too.” 

“The courage? What do you need courage for exactly?” You asked with a giggle, she was already so confident and she leaned closer saying in that utterly addictive voice of hers, “Trust me, if I am going to try to drag you off to that bathroom for a little one on one time I am going to need it.” 

Oh fuck. 

Was she trying to kill you?

“So I should go and get you that shot.” You said as you started to pull away and she laughed, “Yeah better hurry up honey.” 

You went to the bar and in less than a minute and a half you came back, tray in hand with two shots, you set the tray down on the table and she asked, “Two? I asked for one.”

“One’s for me.” You said as you picked it up, tapped it twice on the table top before bringing it up and with a small gesture you said, “Cheers.” 

And you threw it back and Tiffany laughed before following suit, your first real drink together. A hastily taken shot of vodka with no chaser was swallowed down by both of you. Shot glasses turned upside down onto the tray and you look around, no one else looks like they need anything, your few co-workers on this barely staffed Tuesday night are all occupied and not looking so you take her hand and say, “Come on.”

You end up in that same bathroom, the one you met outside of for the first time, the one you shared your first kiss in, and now you and her were scrambling into a stall, closing the door behind you both. 

While it was slow right now and no one needed you, it wouldn’t stay that way, so you had to rush, get your fill now. Your body felt even more receptive than last night, was it because of that? Because her long time partner got you off in an alleyway a few blocks from here before going back home to her? You wondered briefly as your lips met hers, what they did last night, what did he tell her, could she taste any of the remaining flavour of you on his lips? Brief images of the pair of them passionately making out, touching, groping, stripping each other, fuck, you were dying to know more of what they looked like, the small bits you’ve seen exposed were not enough. Fucking winter in Chicago cock blocking you from not seeing more of their bodies yet. 

Even though you can’t see as much as you might like, you were feeling plenty, Tiffany’s body pressed to yours, her hands cradling your face as she led the kiss and you followed along eagerly. You stopped thinking about the pair of them focusing on the moment, on how she feels. On how she  tasted, like the cigarette she must have had on the way over and of the vodka shot you both downed and another flavour below all that, one that was totally and thoroughly her. 

She broke away only briefly to say, “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I saw you.” 

A small breathless giggle leaves you before you place another quick kiss on her lips before asking, “Really?” 

“Oh God yeah, I hated not being able to touch you and kiss you good-bye like I really wanted to.” She affirmed with a wide grin and you loved she felt the same way that you did because Lord knows you wanted to do the same when she was in here last. 

You didn’t need to hear more, you pulled her to you and kissed her again, she let out a soft moan against your lips that only made you kiss her deeper. Her tongue slipped into your mouth first and you rushed to match her. The make out session was fast paced, knowing again that you couldn’t be in here forever, as much as you wished that was the case, it was boring tonight but to be fair anything that isn’t making out with Tiffany sounded boring and awful and unimportant and unnecessary at this moment. 

She had this amazing give and take she would pull you along with her, would assault your senses with her, a trace of her tongue, brushing her lips against yours, a small bite pulling a moan from you. It felt right and natural, like you knew just what to do next, just what she wanted, it was all communicated with startling ease. Again the similarities and differences between her and Chucky hit you, he tried to have a bit more self control than she did but she was really throwing herself into this. She seemed to be just as affected but was more willing to really give in. Her hands had slipped down from your face, fingertips skated over your neck and down your chest and she started to move down, kissing down your neck, a bite that made you want to yelp but you hold it in. 

“C’mon don’t do that, we’re alone in here.” She prompted as she sunk lower, kissing over your exposed collarbone and she pressed further as heat curled in your stomach, “You can let it out a little.”

You think she could convince you to do just about anything with that voice of hers. Her hands on your ribs as she kept moving down, kissing the exposed part of your chest and lower and lower still you arched off the wall of the stall, closer to her. What was she doing, where was she going, she took her coat off, barely pulling away from you, laying it down on the floor and as soon it was there, so was she. A few more kisses down your stomach and she was on her knees, hands now on your hips and you gasped out, “Tiff-any?” 

She laughed, looking up at you as her hands kept wandering, down your thighs before coming up, starting to slide up the bottom of your dress, “Yes?”

“Wha-what are you doing?” You asked much more out of breath than you meant to sound as she caught your gaze. “Isn’t it obvious? Something I’ve been dreaming about…”

Her hands were under your dress and her fingers were hooking in the sides of your underwear and she asked, “Is that okay with you?” 

She wanted to eat you out right here, right now and she thought there might even be the slightest doubt that you didn’t want that just as much as she did? 

“Yes, God yes, please-” You begged, head resting against the wall, unable to keep eye contact, it was too much but she didn’t mind. You didn’t need to look at her to hear the smile in her tone as she said, “Thank fuck.” 

She dragged your underwear down, practically had to peel it off of you from how wet you were, you could feel how damp the crotch of your panties were as she pulled them far enough to drop down and pool at your feet. She tapped your leg and you stepped one foot out of them, her hand moved, encouraging you to put one of your legs over her shoulder. You do as she wanted, your back still leaning against the stall wall for extra support, she pushed your dress up over your hips and you were truly exposed to her. 

“Holy shit.” She sounded almost awed and you asked quietly, “What?”

“Is every part of you so fucking beautiful?”  The inquiry was said genuinely, so sincerely, how were you supposed to stay on your feet?

You were weak, totally fucking weak for her.

The sensation of her breath on your inner thigh steals your own. She didn’t waste more time, almost like you being inches away without her tasting you was painful for her. You understood, you were aching pretty badly but her lips made contact and that feeling was both soothed and nurtured. She kissed over you, mound and lips and the crease where thigh stops and soaked heat begins until you were squirming, a soft, “Please Tiff-”

Is what urges her to give you what you truly need. All it took was one well placed kiss on your clit to make you moan out loud and to cause you to actually drip down your thigh. Her tongue slid up through your folds and you gasped and she moaned against you, after that all bets were off. Your taste was addictive. Your reactions even more so. 

She wished she didn’t have to rush this, wishing that she could take all the time in the world to truly worship you and your body but in this particular venue that wasn’t an option. She was far too hungry for that anyway, she simply needed, had to have, needed to take. How she felt was communicated easily in how she moved, her hot pink tongue licking up and over your folds in a famished sort of reverence. Up she would trace before descending back down again but, she did something you hadn’t experienced previously while on the receiving end of this particular act, she wouldn’t break contact. Her tongue would run up, soft and sweet, moving through your folds, up and over your clit and then her head would dip back down but the back of her tongue, somehow impossibly softer, would run back over the path she had just foraged on the movement of her sliding down. And she continued this beautiful torture, a perfect steady rythm with pressure as delicious as you tasted to her. Up and over and down and back on and on. 

It made you shiver, made you struggle to keep your breathing even as you tried to endure, you couldn’t speak in coherent sentences, simple attempts were made but all that came through was her name and words that were trying to praise her. The best you got out, as broken as it was being, “So good.”

Time is again, sadly, limited and even as you shake, moaning and nearly being crushed under the weight of the pleasure she was bestowing upon you, she needed to feel it. Need to make you break, tangle your hands in her hair and grind your cunt on her tongue and cum in a fashion that threatens your secret to be revealed and people outside the confines of this bathroom to become aware of what you were up to. Her plush lips wrapping around your sensitive bud and she sucks carefully, experimentally and your head is thrown back so fast and hard you nearly smack it on the stall wall behind you. A loud gasp, hands laid flat on the wall of the stall, scrambling for any kind of purchase, a rock of your hips, she takes the invitation and sucks harder, deeper. Her tongue swirls over the part of you caught in her mouth and you whimper, she feels you pulse against her tongue and she soothes you further with more affection. 

Another suck, another swirl and her hands squeeze you reassuringly, one on your thigh and one on your hip, encouragement to do it, chase it, get yours and you again, unspoken, listen. You buck, hips squirm, another grind and she moans against you from how confident the movement is. The vibration makes your eyes squeeze shut and you moan out her name from the increase of sensation, “Tiffany!” 

She doesn’t relent, she presses on, she can feel how you tremble, know you are almost there, ragged breathing, chest heaving and the excitement she feels is intense. You are so close, almost there, about to cum for the very first time from something she is doing, first of hopefully many. You already taste amazing but she cannot wait to drink from you post orgasm, to really taste pure and concentrated you. It happens in a second, on the very edge of bliss, teetering there, so close but not quite to then shifting your hips just so, pushing yourself harder into her mouth as she sucks and you cum. 

The feeling of it practically knocks the wind out of you, a mixture of a choked sob and a gasp spills from your lips as your clit throbs on her tongue, your one leg you are standing on almost gives out from under you. She slows her movements on your come down and releases you before slipping her tongue lower, lapping at your drooling hole, drinking you down and you squirm again from the small overstimulation before she pulls back with a sigh of contentment Your eyes reopen and you look down at her still on her knees, smiling up at you, mouth wet and eyes warm and mischievous. “So…?”

You let out a laugh, a shake of your head as you slowly catch your breath, “What do you think?”

“Amazing?” She offered up and you said, “Close, not sure I have words for how that felt yet. Get back to me on it?”

“Deal.” She affirmed with a nod.

She hoisted your leg off her shoulder only when you gave her the go ahead you were sure you could handle it and then you held out both hands and helped her up. Her jacket was picked up and thrown over her arm and you both came out of the bathroom stall. She walked over to the sinks as she shrugged her coat back in, hand dipping into the pocket, she licked her lips and you noticed as you looked at her in the mirror she hadn’t worn lipstick when she came in. 

The realisation washed over you as she pulled out the golden tube and started to apply her lipstick only when her lips had been totally cleaned of the remainder of you. She spread the dark berry colour and you asked, “Did you come in knowing you wanted to do this?”

She laughed, pausing applying the lipcolour as she asked, “What?”

“You came in with no lipstick on. Did you really come in here fully knowing that you were going to drag me in here and we were going to do this?” You asked as you came up right beside her, one hand on the countertop as you leaned over her shoulder, staring her down in the mirror. 

She turned her head, coy smile on her face, recapping her lipstick before putting it away, you turned your head too, meeting her gaze as she said, “Maybe.”

“Oh you conniving little-” You teased with a big smile and she cut you off with a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, c’mon I think it was pretty nice of me to do that so you wouldn’t be all marked up and can get back to work with no suspicion.”

True, it really was and you laughed out, “Okay, okay, thank you.” 

“Now you gotta get back out there before they notice you are gone and I gotta go.” She said easily as she started to pull away and you grabbed her hand, keeping her close, “Awe so soon?”

She leaned in, a deep kiss that made the pout get wiped clean from your face, her tongue slips into your mouth and you taste yourself, mind goes blank as she forces the flavour of your own cunt onto you. Eyes flutter closed and you kiss her back, a beautiful moment shared before  she pulls back and checks her watch before saying, “Sorry sugar. I got a dinner reservation. I really gotta go.”

Your eyes slide back open, a dopey smile on your face and you give a single nod, “Mmhmm, okay.”

She let out a musical laugh again before saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow for our date.” 

“Yeah see you then.” Your eyes follow her as she heads out, heels clicking on the tile, hand meets handle and she stops, a look over her shoulder, “Might wanna check your lipstick before you get back out there.”  With a wink and pull of the door she was gone.

After she left you behind you turn to look in the mirror and see that your own lips were a mess, smudged with her much darker lipstick as well as an imprint from where she kissed your cheek. “Shit.” 

Once your lipstick was fixed and you got back out there no one noticed you had gone, thank God for that. You finished the rest of the date, thinking of last night with Chucky and now tonight with Tiffany and honestly way too excited for tomorrow's date, wondering what just might happen with both of them at once.

Tiffany came into the restaurant, long purposeful strides as she made her way to their table, spotting him was easy. She leaned down, a kiss pressed to his cheek before she slid into the seat as she took off her coat. “There you are, I was wondering when you’d grace me with your presence.”

“Sorry I ran a bit late, wanted to grab a drink before I got here and it ran unexpectedly long.” She said as she settled into the chair across from him. “Oh really? An’ where did you get this drink exactly?”

“What’s it to you?” She fired back with a smile and he said, “Just wondering what was keeping my girl away from me, is that a crime?”

“Not one punishable by a court of law anyway.” She said as she reached to pick up the drink he had already ordered for her. 

“What did you have to drink if I may ask because I have a feeling of what it mighta been.” He was leaning closer, arms resting on the table and she said with a coy shrug, “A shot of vodka.”

“A shot, huh? On an empty stomach, pre-dinner?” He asked and she teased. “Yeah, that a problem for you sweet face?”

“Nope, not at all. Just makes me curious. A shot is typically real quick and you took so long. You sure that is the only drink you had?” He pressed and she said, “Well maybe I did have one more.”

“And did that drink happen to be called-” The waiter came by and set down the appetisers he had ordered prior to her arrival, effectively cutting off and spoiling Chucky’s little joke, something that made Tiffany grin as she watched how annoyed it made him. The waiter left promptly and the blonde finally filled him in, “I know you won’t let it go till I spill so yes, I paid our new friend a visit and had a taste.”

“I fucking knew it.” He said with a shake of his head as he reached out to start digging into the food and she sighed, “I couldn’t help it, I got a taste when you came home last night and it just wasn’t enough, had to go get some for myself.” 

She said nothing after that until he asked, “Well?”

“Well what?” She said in a faux innocent tone, trying to pretend she didn’t know what he meant. “What do you mean what?! I gave you all the details about what I did last night, so c’mon share with the class.”

She knew just what he wanted but had wanted to hear him say it. “Okay so I get there right?”

She told him all about how you both talked, flirted, shared a shot and made it to the bathroom, the intense make out and how she got on her knees for you and made you totally see stars all from her talented mouth. He was very impressed and also, completely hard under the table as he listened to her speak in hushed tones with that sultry voice so the nearby tables wouldn’t overhear them. The fact she did that less an twenty minutes ago before coming here was so fucking hot to him.

They both didn’t get too into talking about how fantastic you were, both were still in a public setting and they knew if they got started they wouldn’t be able to stop or keep their hands off each other. Both did allow a small moment to gush before Tiffany said, “So clearly I won.”

That made Chucky cover his mouth with the back of his hand, speaking around his mouthful, “The fuck makes you think that?”

“Uh I dunno she nearly collapsed when I made her cum, and if you would have heard the sounds she was making there is no doubt I’m the winner-” She started and he swallowed before saying, “No, no, the bet was who did it first and I beat you to it last night-”

“First AND hardest I believe were the exact terms used, sure you might have made her cum first but I definitely made her cum harder than you did.”  She insisted and he said, “Oh don’t throw around words like fucking ‘deffinetly’ over this!”

“Again you weren’t there Chuck-” She began but was promptly cut off, “And you weren’t there when I was with her either, Tiff!” 

The fight was undeniably playful as they teased one another and argued over who was the true winner but over the course of dinner they made no progress. As he was paying for the bill he said with a sigh, “I think we’ve reached an impasse.”

“Definitely. Think we have to get her opinion tomorrow to really settle this.” She was slipping her coat back on and so was he, “Agreed, and just you wait, you’re gonna be going down.”

“Oooh twice in two days, how fun.” She said casually as she started to head out, rushing to follow behind her as he deadpanned, “Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.”

“I know.” She said warmly as she took his hand as they walked out onto the street.

You made sure to leave the house early that day, didn’t want to even have the smallest risk of being late. It was cloudy and overcast, not unusual for this time of year, light snowfall dusting your shoulders as you made your way into the park. The three of you planned your date a few days ago and you had made the suggestion of ice skating, something Tiffany ood’ over and Chuck seemed less than impressed about even though he tried to hide it. 

You hadn’t been skating in a while, not nearly enough this winter and you were looking forward to this and some lunch afterwards. You were the one who picked this rink, it was your favourite, you loved skating in the park, definitely the best of the ice rink’s you’d tired in town so far. They had actually got here first, also clearly had plans of being on time and you greeted the pair warmly. You were in your warmest coat pulled tight around you, gloves and pants, a hat, you felt very cosy and comfortable at the moment, winter chill kept far away. 

They both looked weather appropriate, Tiffany was in pants for once, they looked way too good on her, they hugged her thighs beautifully and her coat was thicker than usual, even he went for warmer attire but he still had the leather gloves and red scarf on and you were slowly starting to associate with him.

A hug for each of them, “Hiii, how are you both?”

“Hey! Good.” Chucky said, “I’ve been looking forward to this.” Tiffany said with a smile. Skates were rented by the pair as you sat on a nearby bench, lacing up the skates you brought along. “You own yours?”

He asked and you nodded, “Mmhmm, sure do.” You replied as you finished tying up your left skate. 

“You like that much?” Tiffany asked, “Duh, it’s so much fun.”

She smiled wider at your use of the word ‘duh’ and so did he, a reminder of previous times together. Tiffany leaned over to him as she said, “Hear that Chucky? It’s fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here aren’t I? I’m trying it.” He argued with a small smile. You stood up and said, “C’mon Tiff, he’s making an effort, give the man some credit.”

Once you were all in your skates you started, stepped onto the ice and glided with ease, a few strides out before making a turn to face where they would come onto the rink. Tiffany follows suit, relative ease as she makes her way out, she skates right on up to you and you swear the smile refuses to leave your face. This was going to be such a good afternoon. 

You hear the exclamation and that makes you both look to see Chucky, on the ice now, both arms out, clearly having just stopped himself from falling and eating total shit. 

His eyes met yours, a coy smile on your face and a raise of your eyebrows and his expression hardened, determined. He carefully pushed with one foot and instead of switching, keeping momentum going, he pushed again with the same foot and then again. It was like a kid trying to ride a skateboard, badly. He was getting nowhere fast and he almost fell again and just barely stopped himself once more.

You didn’t suppress your giggle as you and Tiffany both skated over, taking one hand each, you soothed, “It’s alright Chuck.”

“Yeah sweet face, we got you. We won’t let you fall.” She added on and he sighed, head hanging for a moment, “Gee thanks.”

“Awe there is no shame in not knowing how to skate, now stop sulking and let’s have some fun.” 

You and Tiffany both led, holding onto his hands casually as you showed him how to skate, helped him maintain his balance as you instructed and he slowly started to pick up on it. Not needing to hang on as tight as you went. 

“People are looking.” He said sternly and you laughed, “No one is looking Chuck!”

“They are! Grown ass man doesn’t know how to skate and needs-” He started to rant and Tiffany cut him off, “-to be pressed between two really hot women with their hands on him? How terrible.”

The snow continued to fall and he continued to improve as easy conversation flowed between the three of you. This was much better than you hoped honestly. Being able to do this, holding hands as a trio in public on a date, even if it was under the excuse of making sure ol Chuck didn’t fall flat on his face, was nice. So, so fucking nice, something you didn’t think you could have honestly. 

You skated for a long time, conversation and comfortable silence as you skated together until the cold had made its way through your skates biting your toes and numbing your gloved fingers making you all leave the rink. Skates returned and regular shoes back on, your own skates the laces tied and hoisted over your shoulder, you all make your way and rush to find some serious warmth. 

You leave the park and find a nice restaurant you had heard good things about but had never been to before, you left your skates by the door and were all seated around a table, still shivering, desperate to warm up. The waiter came by and you all ordered coffee and as soon as it was brought mugs were in freezing palms to help remedy the chill. The coffee helps as you all look over menus and then lunch is ordered, sandwiches and a big plate of fries in the middle of the table to all split. 

“You don’t like malt vinegar?” You asked and Chucky scrunched up his nose, “On fries? Not really, what’s wrong with ketchup? It’s a classic.” 

“I guess, just seems so juvenile.” You teased as you took a portion of the fries and moved them to your plate. “Then it fits him to a T obviously.” Tiffany said as she picked up a fry and popped it in her mouth. 

Before Chucky could argue she then said, “You know I hear people in other parts of the world eat fries with mayo.”

“Mayo? Like as in nnaise?” You asked and Chucky snorted out a laugh before he added on, “That sounds made up.”

“Swear to God, the total truth.” She said with one hand up and the other over her chest like she was swearing on the bible itself. You didn’t care much for God but had to admit, even without having actually seen them, that her chest was much more worthy of your worship. You shake the thought from your head and he argues further, “Bullshit, where’d you hear it?”

“I read it in a book, I read, you know.” She said dropping her hands and you smile as the conversation continues on. Chucky wondering if they should get some mayonnaise to actually try it and see if it was any good, something you decided to put the kibosh on. 

Midway through the meal you asked them, “So you lived near there, how is New York? I’ve never been.” 

They both groaned, he started, “Oh my God-”

And she finished, “-So overrated.” 

“Really?” You leaned closer as they both went on, you are reminded of your last date, it was interesting that it wasn’t just Chucky saying it this time, Tiffany seemed totally on the same page about this one, deemed it worthy of going off on. 

“It is loud-” He said, “-and noisy-” she said, “-and dirty!”  he added.

It was almost like a dance, a patter to it, back and forth, your eyes flitting between the pair as they expounded their intense dislike.

“The people are rude!” 

“Too many people, period!” 

“Full of pretentious-” 

“-snobby-” 

“-Goddamn assholes.”

You held up both hands, a light laugh, “Okay, okay, fuck, is this gonna be a trend on our dates? I gotta be careful what I ask about or I’m gonna get a rant?”

“Sorry, just, fuck, New York sucks! They like to think they are so much better than everyone else, such a piss off.” Chucky said and Tiffany said, “He’s right, but really sorry about that.”

“I’m kidding around, it’s fine! I like the passion.” You admitted and Tiffany said, “How about next time we let you get a rant in? Make it even?”

“Sounds fair to me.” 

You did mean what you said, listening to them talk like that was fun, very entertaining. You could listen to them go on like that for much longer.

Lunch was done and everyone was warmed up, the bill paid up and you ventured back into the cold afternoon outside. The afternoon was still young and you weren’t in a rush to get anywhere and neither were they so you all did some casual window shopping. Eventually finding yourself in a bookstore.

You are all looking around, eventually you make your way to the back of the stacks, checking out the horror novels, far from view when you soon feel you aren’t alone any longer. You feel a hand slide onto your lower back and you turn to see Chucky right there, leaning onto the shelf next to you. “Heya stranger.” You start and he said, “Hey to you too.” 

You feel the book being taken out of your hand and it makes your head turn to the other side, seeing Tiffany looking at the back of the book you had selected. You had been effectively cornered, boxed in by the duo and you were feeling it. 

“Good pick, I hear this one is great.” Tiffany praised as she held the book up and you started to respond but instead you felt Chucky’s hands wandering, sliding onto your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Woah, Chuck, what are you doing?” You stage whispered to him, a slight struggle and you felt his lips on the back of your neck, “Awe c’mon they can’t see us back here. Live a little.”

“Yeah hon. You are fine cumming in alleyways and public bathrooms at your fucking job but the back stacks are too far?”  Tiffany asked, leaning much closer to you, her lips mere inches from yours as she continued on. “You know we had a little something we wanted to talk to you about.” 

“Talk to me about?” You asked, trying not to get lost in her eyes or be too distracted by the way Chucky’s hands squeezed and how he kissed your neck. 

“Well Tiff and I had a little wager-” 

His teeth grazed and you asked breathlessly, “A wager?”

“A bet. And we need you to settle it for us.” Tiffany said and you asked, eyes threatening to slide closed, Chucky asked, “Can you do that for us sweetheart?”

“I-I can certainly try.” You had no idea what they were talking about, a bet? What kind of bet could they need your input on?

That is when they spilled it all. Tiffany’s lips brushing yours as she tucked some hair behind your ear as she told you how it started. Chucky admitted it was his idea. The sheer need they both felt for you, the intense want to make you feel good, how that desire drove them to this small contest to see who could do it better. 

The way that they gave this admission was nearly too much, it was uttered with no small amount of heat and very, very playful too. Wander hands, stolen kisses and you were feeling very excited, wet, ready and wanting, especially as they recounted certain details, praised the sounds you made and the way you tasted, how hot they both found the solo hookups being recounted were. It made you feel good, more than good, it had the effect they wanted, you felt very wanted, desirable. 

To think they would go to the lengths of inventing this contest to have their way with you and put your enjoyment, your pleasure at the very centre of it. 

When they were done telling you this you gasped out, “So what’s the problem?”

“We need to know who did the better job of course.” He said and she pressed, “Yeah, tell us sweet thing, who made you cum harder?” 

How could you even begin to answer that question? 

Both were so good, but so different, you enjoyed both hookups for different reasons. The build up, the teasing and the taking, how confident they both were, the locations and of course the physical aspect were fantastic, you had no way of being able to pick. You hum and haw and they don’t stop prompting you, they don’t stop touching you either. Tiffany’s hand almost between your legs, manicured nails brush over the material of your inner thigh and even through the material of your pants you want to shiver. 

“I-I uh dunno, I just, ugh I dunno who was better-” Which was true you really didn’t but they didn’t seem to like that answer. 

“Awe, you really can’t pick?” He asked and you shook your head, “I really can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked and you said, “I-...You were both so, so good, I can’t decide-”

“Well that isn’t gonna work.” He nipped at your ear lobe and she kissed you deeply and you melted as you were squeezed between them. They both broke away, she said, “We gotta know for sure.”

He nodded to what Tiffany asked, “How are we gonna know? Do we need a repeat performance?” 

You felt yourself throb and leak at the very suggestion. You tried to play it cool as you said, “Maybe we do need that.”

They both shared a private look over your shoulder, a shared smile as they locked eyes and you asked quickly, “Can we go somewhere else to settle this properly?”

Tiffany and Chucky had just the answer and they knew just what to say. Still so close he asked low in your ear, “How about our place?”

#Charles Lee Ray X Reader #Tiffany Valentine X Reader #Poly!Chiffany X reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #Through The Heart Is The Only Way #TTHISTOW #Hope you alllllll love it!

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 7

Alan was due in court at 9am Jake and Astrid had just arrived when Alan was being brought into the court. He got taken down to the hiding cells where he would stay until he was called up to see the judge. Jake and Astrid had submitted everything to the judge to go over. They had all the evidence there was no way Alan was walking out of the court on bail. A few hours had passed and Alan had been called up to the courtroom. Jake and Astrid had taken their seats and Alan got brought into the courtroom by two officers.

The judge went over the evidence Alan tried to plead his case but the judge wasn't having any of it. He told Alan that he would be remanded until his court date which was set for a couple of weeks. Alan went mad slamming his hands down onto the bench,kicking and screaming. The two officers quickly grabbed hold of him and took him back down to his holding cell. As Alan was being dragged away he shouted something out.

Alan: tell Cleo I will be with her soon and that I love her very much.

Jake: come on Astrid let's get out of here and go tell the girls the good news

They both left the court and headed for the coffee shop. The morning rush had just finished so the girls were free to talk.

MC: Hey, how did the court case go?

Jake: He's been remanded so he ain't getting out any time soon

Astrid: He wasn't happy about it tho he started screaming and shouting

Cleo: I hope he rots in there after what he's done

Jake: Well after his outburst it's really not looking good for him

They carried on talking for a while until it was time for Jake and Astrid to leave, as they were leaving Richy was just coming in to grab a coffee.

Richy: Hey guys

MC: Hey Richy, you want your usual?

Richy: please, how did the court case go this morning?

Astrid: he got remanded

Richy: that's amazing news, Cleo I bet your relieved about that

Cleo: more than you know, I feel like I can finally breathe again

MC: it will all be over soon

Richy: When does the trail start?

Jake: Not for a couple weeks yet I will know in the next couple days when they set the date

Richy: if you guys need any help you know where I am

MC: thanks Richy

Astrid: You want to meet up tonight Richy?

Richy: I'd love to, why don't I pick you up from work say around 6pm?

Astrid: Perfect see you then

Jake: MC do you want to come over to mine tonight?

MC: yeah I'd love to

Jake: Cleo you are welcome to come

Cleo: thank you for the offer but I'm going to pass, I've got a bottle of wine and a bubble bath with ny name on it

Just as the others were leaving the lunch time rush was starting, everyone in duskwood loved coming in to grab a slice of cake and a coffee. As the weekend was coming up Jake had something special planned for MC he had bought a bottle of wine and had bought all the ingredients for making MCs favorite food.

Cleo's POV

I feel like I can finally breathe again. It's like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This nightmare will soon be over and Alan will remain behind bars. I can't help but think why he didn't just come forward and tell me. Why did he have to play these games with me? Why did he have to scare me like this? Did he really think that I would fall in love with him?

I can't help but wonder what if, what if things had been different I could have ended up with him. I could have ended up in his clutches and not be able to get out of the relationship. I have to be thankful that he's now safely behind bars.

Now that he's in prison I can focus on my new recipes that I want to make. I know everyone will love the rainbow cookies. I also have a new recipe for pyramid cakes. I even bought some small pyramid cake modules so I can get the right shape.

The next day Jake dropped MC off at the shop and kissed her goodbye, he told her he would come by later once he got the phone call about the court date. It felt like the longest day waiting for the call but around 2pm Jake's phone rang. The date had been set for 2 weeks from today as Jake put the phone down and it rang again. It was from the prison Alan was in hospital that he had been found in his cell beaten up.

Astrid and Jake rushed over to the hospital. Alan was lying in a bed and he had a swollen eye and a broken arm. It was clear why Alan had been beaten up all because he was an ex police officer in prison. He refused to pull some strings for a prison inmate to get him off some charges.

When Alan refused the inmate went mad and beat Alan up, he was later found by one of the prison guards. The inmate that had beaten him up had been arrested and taken for questioning.

The doctors told Jake and Astrid Alan will make a full recovery, his eye will be swollen for some time but he will regain the sign back in it. Alan will have to have his arm in a cast for 12 weeks. Astrid and Jake left the hospital and went back to the station; there wasn't much they could do at the hospital.

Astrid: Are we going to have to expect this all the time now?

Jake: He's an ex police officer, it inmates find out and it clearly hasn't taken long it is a possibility

Astrid: Does he really deserve all this?

Jake: I know what he's done is wrong I find myself not being able to answer that question

Astrid: I get it, I really do I guess we better tell the others

Jake: let's go round I told MC we would stop by and let them know what's happening

MC: What's going to happen now?

Astrid: Alan will be taken back to prison once his arm as been cast

Jake: He will be out into solitary confinement for a few days

Cleo: I don't know what to think about all this. Am I still safe?

Astrid: Don't worry Cleo you are more than safe he as two prison guards with him and one is handcuffed to him

Cleo: I somehow feel a little better now

While they were talking Jake got a phone call from the prison, Alan had somehow managed to escape from the hospital. Officers are out searching for him now he won't have gotten too far with his swollen eye and broken arm.

The colour drained from Jake's face as he knew he had to break the news to Cleo.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #coffee #coffee shop romance #A.B

[thessalian]

Thess vs Backlogs and IT Issues

Well, if this is the setting for the next two weeks, I'm in deep shit.

Scruffman, our office manager, is on leave for the next two weeks. I had a feeling that things were going to get a little ... problematic. Goblin has a "when the cat's away, the mice will play" mentality and has a habit of chatting in her usual "I Hate Everything" way whenever she gets the change - read: "when Scruffman isn't at his desk". This monopolises the time and attention of everyone in the office, so less work gets done. That's not even counting the whole thing where Temp will dodge all the longer work - with Violet on long-term medical leave, that still leaves me to do the lion's share of it, because Milady tends to take over Scruffman's duties when she's away and so she's busier than usual for the next two weeks (when not sucked into Goblin's Grumble Vortex)

In addition to this, we had some changes to our transcription software recently and it has not been particularly well implemented. Having to tag our typing with our initials is bad enough, but the window on which we have to do so is slow to come up at the best of times, so that's a fair chunk of time wasted. Again, that's under the best of circumstances right now.

Logged in today and the queue was at 375 and climbing. We were backlogged as far back as Saturday (because of course the various doctors and techs are still coming in on the weekends), and all the ones left from Saturday were - you guessed it - the long and complicated bullshit that Temp doesn't want to touch. But yesterday's typing was effectively untouched when I logged in.

The queue when I logged out for the day was approaching 400. Barely anything got typed unless I typed it (except for seeing Milady take one fifteen minute long monstrosity, for which I am very grateful because I got something like three 10+ minute bits of dictation on top of the ones that don't take long to speak but do take long to type because of having to deal with the formatting - it's a thing). Most of the urgent cases got done - but not all; the longer ones of those were left behind as well when I logged out. I just hadn't noticed because I was busy with all the long dictation and the stuff from the more difficult doctors and techs. I barely saw anything taken out of the queue, and when I did, it was in bits and snatches of shorter pieces of work between the longer, complicated stuff. And like I said - not that much of that got done either.

Of course, some of this might have something to do with the transcription software, which was at its worst today. It crashed seven times, and hung for at least five minutes a dozen more times over the course of the day, at least for me. It's possible that people got slowed down because they were having the same problem, but I don't know because no one keeps me updated when Scruffman's not around. I'd bet good money that they didn't try to talk to IT about it and just used it as an excuse to relax and futz about all day, but at least it's sort of an excuse. Ish. Kind of. I mean, I was slowed up, but I wasn't slowed up that much...

If we're still in this mess when I log in tomorrow (and I honestly expect it to be much worse tomorrow), I may actually have to pull some overtime. I have spoken to Scruffman about doing so if it becomes necessary, because at least I don't have to commute, but I'm honestly not sure I have the spoons for that kind of thing. Thing is, we need to at least get partway caught up. This reflects badly on all of us, but the others don't seem to fucking care. Scruffman's away, so they can do what they want, apparently. And it's leaving us massively behind.

So tomorrow is going to be a day. If our transcription software is still a mess of hiccups and crashes, I'll be emailing IT and asking what the hell is going on. If the queue is still obscenely long (and I would wager, knowing the doctors' work patterns as I do, that it'll be approaching 500 cases when I log in, if my colleagues in the office keep on the way they're going), I'm going to have to log some overtime to at least get us so that we're only one day behind and not two. I'll obviously keep a record and email Scruffman about it, but I can't just let this stay like this. And I can't make Goblin and Temp get a fucking move on - hell, I couldn't do that even if I was in the office.

Fuck. Just ... fuck. Two whole weeks of this bullshit? Are you kidding me?!? Scruffman is obviously entitled to use his annual leave, but we're already massively understaffed because no one hired a replacement for Sunshine and Sid, so if Goblin and Temp refused to pull their respective fingers out, we're going to end up so deep in backlog that we'll end up with calls from clients asking what the fuck is going on. Most of this stuff is fairly urgent. It's histology. It's people being investigated for potential cancer in a lot of cases! I don't necessarily expect miracles, but I expect at least the kind of work ethic that doesn't involve turning the office into a chat-and-coffee corner the minute the managers' backs are turned. If I have to keep the whole place afloat for two weeks, I WANT A FUCKING RAISE. Or at the very least overtime pay.

Thankfully my own week's holiday comes pretty much as soon as Scruffman comes back from his fortnight. I'm going to need it. Especially if I have to pull overtime.

*flashes back to typing queue when I logged out before*

...When. Especially when I have to pull overtime. UGH.

#Thess has a day job

[pbandjesse]

I feel a little overtired today. I don't even know why. I was fine until like lunchtime. But it's got me being all emotional. I both hope someone comes and hangs out with me and that everyone leaves me alone. I also have so much to do tonight and it's got me a bit stressed out.

I will be okay. But today just became really stressful. At least I slept really well. I fell asleep pretty easy. And when I woke up I was just cold but I was feeling good.

I am not loving all my clothes. But it will be fine. I'm going to bring some home this weekend and sort out what I'll wear this week instead of just having everything. I knew I should have made outfits but I thought I wouldn't need to. Ah well. Lesson learned.

I got myself together and was happy that I didn't have to bring the wagon to the office. But I would go down to make copies. The printer accidentally made 80 copies of one of the pictures and none of the others. But whatever. They can all color space monkeys that's fine.

I went to flag and then to breakfast. Breakfast was pretty good. And me and Laura gave a pretty good system of food and clean up. So all specialty staff gets to eat.

I was a little in my feelings all day though. A little self conscious. A little sad. Sometimes it's just like that I guess.

Braiding my hair helped. And I liked my clothes. It would be a good day.

I had sort of a light day. Only 4 groups. And they were nice for the most part! There was one child who was screaming at his councilors that they worked for him and he was just melting down. So we had to call in for backup. But he would do the art by the end and everyone made such cute pieces. I have to try to get some pictures tomorrow because it's such a fun project and kids are doing a great job.

I am also just enjoying hanging out with them. Making. My own stuff while they make theirs. I was able to make a couple bracelets and another bear. I had caught up on my knitting when Laura and Charlie came to hang out last night so that was all good. Making stuff has just been really fun.

I had a two hour break for lunch today. And I would spend it in my hammock and just enjoying the beautiful day.

Lunch was a little hectic. The kitchen for a little overwhelmed with requests. Later, at dinner, they would request that only me and Kieran come back to ask for more food. I have no idea why they chose me and Chris said he will talk to them. But that responsibility was a little overwhelming for me too!!

My afternoon groups were easy breezy. I had the littlest campers again. And this group needed more scissor help but they still did a great job. Though I really had to convince them to trust me about cutting up their drawings. In the end everyone was happy.

I ended the day with the oldest girls. They mostly made bracelets and sketched but I taught one to make a bead lizard and then everyone was jealous. I got to just chat with Mora and we showed each other our art. I also taught one of the international counselors to make a look bracelet. It was a good time.

I went to the pool next. I swam for an hour. Floated in a noodle with Remi and Izzy. And just enjoyed the sun for a bit. It was fairly cool back at the arts building today so being warmed up was nice.

I would take a shower down there. Before heading to the office for a meeting. I got pulled away for a few minutes to help a parent with lost and found. And then rejoined the meeting.

I am glad Elizabeth is trying her best to make sure we are all okay. But for real most of us are self sufficient and it's just supply issues. Which she is working on remedying.

My only real issue came later. And it was with theme. It's always with theme. Theme makes me so stressed out. Dinner was fine. We had tacos. And they did tubes tonight. Which I have agreed to do only when Alexi and Chloe do it, so that is fun. I bet James will give me a name like tuber peanut because of circus peanuts. Because they like to bully me over my food choices!!

After dinner I went to try and collect the bottles form the trading post I have asked for over and over. And was very disheartened to find that no one had put them in the box I left out and so I had to spend a half hour digging in the trash. I have almost everything I need but I was hurt that no one helped me out. Like it wasn't a big ask.

I talked to Heather and nurse Joan about it and felt a little better after. We apparently have sent a dozen people home because of exposure or sickness so that is probably some of the heaviness of today. A collective fear and stress. Thankfully nurse Joan says this strain is super weak and is just an uncomfortable cold. So at least I don't have to be to scared I guess. I am still masking when it feels necessary and insisting on hand washing. But it just feels very much like it's looming in a way it didn't before. I don't even know if that's true. The feeling. But I am trying to stay positive.

I would spend an hour or so sorting and cleaning the bottles. I went to get the theme boxes and only 7 we're there again. And then I dropped two and had to pick up a bunch of crayons from the gravel and got really upset.

But when I got back up here I just decided to come sit in my hammock outside. And write my post as the sun went down.

I am really tired. But I think I'm going to have a snack and try to work on theme stuff. At least for a little while.

I hope tomorrow is a good day. I hope the kids are good and I have fun. I also hope I sleep well and feel better about myself.

Good night everyone. Take care.

[theofficefantasyfootball]

WEEK 6 - Wrap Up

What a Week for NYC

What a crazy week for the New York Football Teams....Jets and Giants. With the Jets upsetting the Eagles and the Giants coming so close to taking down the Bills at home....I just kept thinking about this Fred Armisen bit about New York accents and had to post. Nothing more to say - just think he's funny. Welcome to week 6 wrap up!

MALIK MY BALLS vs MOOSES ON THE LOOSES

Sorry Mitch. Sorry that I didn't bet you a bottle of Tequila on this match up. Sorry I took away your precious High Point money. Sorry your kicker only can put up 6 points. Sorry you dropped Achane and that he also got hurt and that Mostert is now starting and that he put up 36 points. Sorry that you seem to be having an amazing season but yet you are tied with me at 4-2. Sorry that you lost...actually sorry, not sorry. Fun week Mitch. Sorry.

TREE HUGGERS vs TRADE WITH ME

OMG...he's 6-0. Scott Krippayne is 6-0. With a modest week of 96 points and without getting a full game out of his precious CMC - Scott Krippayne was matched up against Brett Rutledge who with Ekeler still to play is down 42 points going into monday night - so yes, I am callling it. Brett who was riding high on his 1 game winning streak just could not get it together with disappointing performances from everyone except the Lions Defense. Scott, who didn't have a great week saw amazing numbers from Thiielen, a TD from CMC before he went out and a good outing from Dalton Schultz. Nice win Scott...will you ever lose? Next up for Scott...Cliff Young.

BOOMER SOONER vs LANAKILA

The thing with Cliff is - if you give him a little taste of winning - he wants it all the time. He is now on a 4 game winning streak, and like Krippayne, this wasn't a high scoring week for Cliff either...but he put up enough to beat Stu Jones. Stu's best player - Stefon Diggs only put up 15 points...and he needed 6.05 more to win the match up. So basically had Diggs scored a TD things would have been different. In fact, Stu would have won, I would have won a bet or two, and some needed money...and Cliff would be a loser. Thanks Stu and Stefon. Nice win Cliff - keep it up and we may have a back to back champion on our hands (hope i didn't just jinx ya).

BACKDOOR BANDITS vs HOWARD

Yes, this GIF is because Rob Howard plays the banjo. Most weekends that's what I hear from my house...banjo music from his porch. Sometimes he has an entire polka band out there. It's a really special place to live. This week Rob beat Kyle. Rob put up 124 points so he almost won high point but I had a little bit better of a week so i snag the dough. Rather than talking about what Rob did right let's spend a moment focusing on what Kyle did wrong. He just doesn't have a very good team this year. And those players that you would think would be great like Metcalf, Lamar and Etienne...well, when only one of them put up significant points - you don't win much. So Ron moves on to 4-2 and Kyle to 1-5. Nice win Rob. I am ready for Octoberfests to be over so you are not on the road and the neighborhood can hear you play again.

MR. AWESOME vs TuPADRE

Usually one of my favorite match ups of the year. Gully vs Gabe. Best Friends going at it. At this week Gabe took the stick to Gully and knocked him out early. Gully had a good week from Tua with 28 points, Derek Henry in London managed to give him 17, and Ravens Defense in London gave him 15 but Gabe just had the magic of Tyreek (27), Hall (15), Pitts (10), Waddle (11), Kicker Carlson (13) and Eagles D (10)....and who know what tonight holds with Dak...he may put up 37 and steal my $20 from me. Nice win Gabe. I am sure your friendship will carry on but you should feel better than Andy and Son.

LONG LEFT BALLERS vs FUNK GUY

Why do I feel like we are in the same place every week with Funk Guy. More times than not - it comes down to Monday night...there's a bit of hope but then it ends badly. Tonight we go in with Dana leading 80 to Bebo's 76. Dana with Cowboys defense still to play and Bebo with Keenan Allen and CeeDee Lamb. Dallas defense is always good...they are always putting pressure and getting sacks but tonight the Charges did find a way to score. In fact, the first score of the night was a Keenan Allen TD. So, when the game ended...Bebo won...Dana lost. Bebo moves to 5-1 and Dana to 1-5. Heartbreaking week for Dana - first with his Giants and now with himself.

SURVIVOR

The Final Four Continue. It was a close call for Gully but everyone moves on.

CHEERLEADER OF THE WEEK

Brianna was born in Stuart, FL and now lives in Fort Lauderdale. She was rated by Women Fitness as the most beautiful cheerleader...and as far as I am concerned who would know if that is true, more than other women. I am trusting it. Brianna for the win.

[fischltao]

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A Burning Hill, Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 1

characters: levi ackerman x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers for season 1-2 of attack on titan, a looot of angst, swearing, slow burn, soft levi, fighting, major character deaths

a/n: okay so i was supposed to have this up during the weekend but my mental health has been so bad that i couldn't get it done on time. nevertheless i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and thank your for the feedback on chapter 1, i appreciate you guys so much and hope you enjoy this part just as much♡

845 AD

it would only keep getting worse. even when the government felt that citizens of paradis were safe from the titans with the protection of the walls, everything fell apart in a single fateful evening.

an abnormal, beyond the south gate of shiganshina district. it was different this time. the titan looming over the wall had a unique and threatening appearance. it was colossal, its height helping it reach over the wall and gaze upon the terrified eyes of wall maria residents.

and then chaos erupted.

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"why am i always stuck on training duties?"

"as you know, instructor martens passed away on our latest expendition. you will train the newcomers just for this week and then you'll return to your duties of being co-captain to the levi-y/l/n squad" goddamn it erwin. goddamn it. it wasn't that she hated the idea of training the newbies, she had done it before. it was that she would be missing the expendition taking place in shiganshina, that she helped plan

"what about this week's expendition? i am the one who planned it"

"levi, hange and i have you covered. he agreed to lead your team by himself, much to his dismay. however i can't imagine anyone better than to train our new soldiers, i promise its an one time thing" erwin suggested and she huffed, falling back in her seat. if it was just for one week then so be it. to be put quite simply, she couldn't say no to erwin and being informed that her absence would be covered was an okay reason for her to worry less about. besides the scouts have been lacking manpower lately and she would feel at ease if she knew that she could contribute on shaping erwin's vision. just what was his vision again?

"you're not too bad at training" an all too familiar voice reverberated through erwin's office. y/n didn't even have to turn her head back to confirm levi's precense as a soft laugh escaped her lips.

"yeah obviously. the training grounds are on the south, that means i'll probably have to leave in a bit so i can arrive early. where is hange? at least we can all have dinner together before i go, right?"

"let's head to the dining area, hange is probably waiting for us with moblit and miche" erwin nodded as he got up and walked past levi and y/n, leaving them behind his trail.

"you'll come back to me in one piece"

"is that an order?"

"yes"

"we're equals now, i don't take orders from you brat" he teased "i had no other plans anyways, who are you going to make tea to when im gone?"

"probably hange and erwin"

"that tea is only for me, i'm gonna haunt your ass" and if it wasn't more obvious that these two had a more profound bond then erwin didn't know. sometimes he swore he could cut the tension with the knife and for the first time he lost a bet to hange. at first he didn't believe that levi and y/n would be getting this close even when the two would be caught staring at each other from across the room.

it was a mutual understanding to everyone that levi and y/n were more than just co-captains.

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"eren, you really want to be a scout member, don't you?" y/n spoke softly, crouching down next to the green eyed brunette. she could tell the boy was disappointed that he couldn't use his odm gear correctly, as every time he tried to stabilize himself he'd just turn, feet looking up in the air and head hitting the ground with a thud every time.

"i want to destroy every single titan, captain. i want to kill them all" yeah you're not the only one, she thought. just then it hit her that many of those kids in front of her were present to that fateful day. most of them had lost their family and friends during the incident and she could tell from the determination in their eyes that they would go far.

"i trust you eren" she got up and walked over a beautiful girl with jet black hair that reminded her of levi's and a red scarf, leaving eren still dangling upside down "dear, can you lend your odm mechanism to eren? i suppose there's something wrong with his" and she was right. as soon as the boy put on his friend's equipment and tried swinging, he was floating like any normal person would. just as she thought.

y/n walked back to the small stage, smiling softly as he heard the excitement reeking from the young group of friends. at the end of the day they were just kids being kids. training was hard but they've had enough of their childhood pried away from them. little moments like these never hurt. she wished that one day kids wouldn't have to be forced away from their families and trained only to die by the jaws of titans. maybe one day they would be free from this curse. and maybe then, she could open that tea shop she always wanted. maybe levi would stick around and help her too.

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"maybe you should think twice about kicking the shit out of my students" her tone on a fine line between bored to death and teasing. that trial was awfully draining and boring. since when did everyone think they could share their opinion on something they have zero knowledge on? still noone knew how to handle a titan shifter but the military police thinking they had a say in this was just a poorly written joke "besides i haven't given my testament yet"

"go ahead"

"we can use the kid to our benefit. killing him would only cause more harm and i believe it would be a serious mistake to do so. honestly he could just turn into a titan right now and kill us all for all i care. i don't see how this would benefit either parties. anyways, i said what i had to say. there are people in here with absolutely zero knowledge over titans, why are we letting them do the talking? correct me if im wrong" her cold gaze met levi's across the room as she support her weight with her elbows on the stool "go on, im curious to see how this ends"

captain y/l/n never failed to stun everyone wherever she stepped foot in. both from her beauty and boldness. in this situation, the latter was enough to turn heads her way. levi absolutely hated that. first and foremost because she deserved much better than the lewd stares of strangers upon her ethereal beauty and last but not least due to her well...controversial choice of words and audacity. even if he admired her bravery, he knew sooner or later she would get in trouble.

after the judge concluded the trial and the decision that eren would be now apart of their team, the entire squad were lead into a conference room to discuss important matters, like controlling eren's titan abilities and a formation plan for their next move to regain the shiganshina district.

"please just tell me noone else here is a titan, save me from the embarrassment"

"uh... i hope i am the only one captain y/l/n" eren said as hange offered him a cloth to clean his face from the open wounds levi's boots had caused.

"well eren jeager can we trust you to save humanity?"

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"do you think this is going to end well?" levi turned around to meet her eyes but she was staring far off into the night sky "i know eren has shown us that we can trust him, but it's different. we've never seen anything like this before. i feel like something bad is going to happen soon and i don't know, i'm scared" huffing she took another sip of her tea that had now gone cold "this is only the beggining. the titans that infiltrated wall maria are still out there and we don't know if we'll be able to take them. maybe there's no coming out of this one"

"stop saying stupid shit like this" he snapped, making her side eye him "i mean, i feel like this too, don't be so pessimistic about it"

"i cant believe this sentence just came out of you? am i talking to the same levi?"

"shut up. i trust you enough not to die, so don't. tomorrow after we catch the female titan you'll come back to me. i don't even want the smallest of bruise on you" levi was so vulnerable during moments like these and she treasured the fact that she was the only person in this world to see him at this state.

"if you want me alive that much then i have no choice, do i?"

"i want you"

huh?

"i want you alive" there was a slight tint of red contrasting the paleness of his skin and yet she missed it due to the darkness that surrounded them.

oh.

"then I'll come back to you and you'll come back to me"

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the forest had never looked as scary and gloomy as it did when the threat of the female titan had subsided and all that was left was to wander around looking for any surviving members of the scouts participating in the mission.

petra, oluo, ganther. everyone had died during the mission and yet she was still there, leaving the survivor's guilt and shame to wash over her. levi was right. no matter how much trust you can put into another person other than yourself, they can be gone in any minute.

"shit" she hissed slowly sitting down on the tree next to petra, who was like a found younger sister to her. her face was stoic, only a few beads of sweat atop of her hairline.

and then she let out the loudest and unsettling scream of frustration she could.

levi was the first to find her, sobbing next to petra's lifeless body. he had never seen her at this state before. even when she tried jumping off the roof she had been so calm and collected, yet now he was seeing a whole another side of her that he wished he never would again. he'd actually rather have his legs eaten by a titan, that would hurt way less. he approached her slowly, making sure he was giving her enough space to back away if she felt uncomfortable.

and then his lips met her hairline as her hands desperately grasped the clothing on his back, trying to keep herself grounded. his hands were instantly being wrapped around her waist, gripping her tightly so she could not slip and kept his lips on her scalp. no words were needed to be spoken and as he felt her loosen up he laid one final kiss on her forehead and cupped her cheeks softly making her look into his eyes.

"i failed"

"it's not your fault, calm down, i've got you, noone can hurt you"

"they're all dead" he nodded, still caressing her soft skin "it should have been me" something about her talking like that ticked him off, it scared him how she would never think about how valuable her life was then in just a second, his whole demeanor against her changed and he pushed her away, not hard enough to hurt her, yet hard enough to make her lose her footing.

"i told you to cut the shit" his tone had also changed to his ice cold , the one he would use when speaking to everyone that wasnt her "what the fuck was that for? you think that you dying would be any better? i would rather everyone in this fucking world die right now if it meant that you'd still be here and i don't care what you have to say" levi was selfish. he was so selfish when it came to her "stop acting like a pathetic bitch"

"our whole squad just fucking died, and you keep talking about me being alive and im the pathetic one here? just shut up" they were both angry and neither could recall any other time in which they have spoken such harsh words to each other "you should've let me jump off that fucking roo-" he was pushing her again, this time against the tree with his hands around her neck "what the fuck are you doing?"

"shut the fuck up" using her whatever strength she had left she kicked him away taking, a moment to catch her breath and before she knew she was pinned back against the tree "im not a monster, i cared about them just as much as you did" he spat "i dont care about them as much as i care about you and i fucking hate it so if you plan on putting others above your own life then dont bother fucking talking to me again"

"um- excuse me, captain levi? captain y/l/n?" what now? "we-they told us to come pick up the bodies" the terrified soldier saluted at the captains that were literally about to rip each other to shreds just seconds ago. levi took a step back and turned around to head back to where the rest of the survivors had gathered.

"go ahead" her glare shot knives into his back "you coming, y/l/n?" he asked stopping to look back at her. just what had gotten into him? why was he so harsh all of a sudden? she nodded and picked up her pace to reach him.

and as they walked between the high trees, neither realized how or when their fingers ended up linked to each other's once again..

part 3 coming soon...

#levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi imagine #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyoujin

[4joonkookie]

Crush

❈ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (x Yoongi)

❈ Words: 6.6K

❈ Summary: (Smutty) Boyfriend!Jungkook can sense you and Yoongi are horny for each other and let's you indulge.

(Angsty) After being quarantined together in domestic bliss for a few months, Jungkook asks you to stay for good.

(Smutty & Angsty) Jungkook asks you to move in permanently. You and Yoongi almost set the house on fire when Jungkook makes an offer you can't refuse.

❈ Warnings/Tags: Plot, There's Plot., Smut, Established Relationship, Angst, Morning Sex, Dirty Talk, Loud Sex, Thin Walls, Blurred Lines, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Face Sitting, Cumplay, Cum Spitting, Hair Pulling, Cum Eating, Doggy Style, Brief Ass-Licking, Arguing, Crying, Commitment Issues, Threesome, Female Character with Fuckboi Tendancies, JK has a lot of money, Quarantine, Writing is Hard, Cuckhold, Spitroast.

❈ Notes: -Can be read as Part 3 of the Mirror, Mirror Series or standalone:) -Takes place Summer 2020-ish.

You can feel his eyes on you before you even open yours.

Jungkook smiles next to you on the bed, head propped on his bent elbow. “I like this,” he says.

“Like what?” You yawn and stretch and coax yourself into staying awake.

“Everyday, when I wake up, you’re right here.” He brushes bed-head hair away from your face. “We should keep it like this.”

Rolling over on top of him, “You think so?”

“I know so,” he says, as you lean down to kiss him, morning breath and all. There was a time when neither of you would have ever allowed your mouths near each other before brushing.

It seems like some alternate universe now even though it was just 3 months ago. Drowning in work, living in hotel rooms and hoping you could sneak away for a weekend with your long-distance boyfriend, if your schedules would allow it.

Then the world came to a screeching halt. Your job had been cancelled indefinitely, you’ve hardly worn anything but hoodies and sweatpants for months and you’ve gone from a long-distance girlfriend to a live-in domestic partner.

You’d never thought you and Jungkook would end up this way. You integrated together effortlessly, as if it has always been this way. Any worries you had about meshing with the other members were unfounded too. You’ve never had friends so close. You’ve never had time for hobbies or doing things you actually like.

You never thought you would end up like this.

Straddling his hips, Jungkook rubs his hands on your naked skin. He slides his hardening cock between your unclad folds, still wet and open from the night before.

He continues thinking aloud. “You should stay here.” He pushes up, pressing his shaft on your clit. “We could start everyday like this.” He guides himself easily inside and you groan, still sensitive. “I’m serious. Don’t go back to work.” He slides in and out comfortably. “Stay here.”

“Jungkook, I can’t live here,” you scold, circling your hips a few times. You try to distract him and yourself, not telling him about the conversation with your work yesterday. You could be back as little as a week.

“But you do live here. He stops his motion and holds your hips still. “You just need to unpack your boxes.”

You’ve all but officially moved in yet your belongings remain in boxes. It would be easy to empty the boxes and put things in a permanent place. Also, equally as easy to tape the lids shut and ship them back to your old life.

You ignore his comment and brace your hands on the wall above the headboard, gaining traction to move your hips. He pulls your arms down and holds them to your sides.

“I've already talked to everyone.” Holding down harder, preventing you from moving.

“You did?” His words finally hold you still.

“Of course. They said it was silly I asked because you already live here. Everybody said they would love to keep having you here.”

He pulls you down to whisper: “Especially Yoongi.”

“Shut up.” You playfully slap his chest, embarrassed.

He is not wrong. You and Yoongi had become particularly close since being here. You have a lot of fun together, cooking, playing guitar, there’s a bit of tension there. It never goes beyond playful flirting but it’s been obvious for a while now. Jungkook is secure and is sure to openly poke fun at the both of you about it.

Jungkook laughs, moving his hips again. “You guys crush on each other so hard, it’s cute.” He continues whispering. “You know he can hear you?” He points to the wall above his head.

“No!” You whisper back in disbelief. Yoongi’s room is just on the other side of the wall.

“Yes, he told me. He can hear everything,” he still whispers but thrusts up into you harder, forcing a noise from you.

Jungkook is always one to tease but the way he keeps his voice at a whisper makes you know his words are true.

He continues his harsh thrusts as he whispers. “He’s probably still in bed right now, jerking his morning wood with his ear against the wall.”

“Jungkook, stop!” You continue to reprimand him but can’t prevent a grin at the idea.

“You love it.” He lifts your hips and drops you down hard. You try to stifle the moan it elicits. “You like the idea that he’s there right now with a good grip on himself, palming up and down to the sounds of your noisy moaning.”

“I am not noisy,” you defend yourself quietly.

“You are so noisy!”, he says loudly enough to travel through the walls.

The room finally quiets and Jungkook tries to keep his own breathing steady as your pelvises grind against each other. You close your eyes and let the fantasy swim in your mind. Yoongi, slipping his hand under the waistband of his pants, listening to you.

Jungkook continues to fuel the fantasy as your bodies set a rhythm. “He’s rubbing himself raw, wishing his spit and hand was as wet and slippery as this pretty pussy.”

Jungkook takes your prudish whimpers as a challenge and flips your body so you’re on all fours and places a grip around your hips that promises bruises. He sets a punishing, slapping pace. Probably echoing through the entire house, you bury your face in the pillows.

He pulls you up by your shoulders and holds you still as he pounds into you. “Come on baby, don’t you want him to get off?”

He continues his heavy pace and you surrender as the pressure builds at your core, cock slamming into your g spot, unable to stop the moans from escaping if you tried. Your legs shake when liquid begins to gush and drip down the inside of your thighs with every thrust.

Jungkook growls, happy with evidence of his skill and he comes to the sounds of your bodies slamming together.

You both collapse to the bed and catch your breath. You lay around just a little longer, taking each other in and reveling in your safe little world.

Eventually, you both roll out of bed, throw on clothes and head out into the kitchen.

“I would bet money Yoongi’s out there right now, in front of his laptop with a mug of coffee poured and ready for you.”

You roll your eyes and brush him off although you know he’s probably right. He stops you before you can turn the door handle.

“Hey.” He holds both your hands in his. “Think about it? Really? Before work tries to take you away from me again?”

You nod. “I love you.” There’s nothing truer and your job has done nothing for you other than keep you busy. Still, you try to prepare him and smooth it over.

“You know, if I go, it’ll only be like, half the time. We’ll still have way more time together than we did before, especially if you’re not touring,” you offer, persuading him.

He shakes his head. “No. I want you here. Not sometimes. All the time.” His gaze gets sad. “Unless that’s not what you want.”

You try to reassure him. “You know that’s not true.” He nods but you see the doubt in his eyes. “So is that an ultimatum? Stay here or nothing?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He wraps his arms around your waist.

“Then, what are you saying?” Wrapping arms around his neck.

He takes a deep breath in. “I’m saying… I know it’s not what we expected but I love this, it feels right. I don’t want to move backwards.”

“I’m scared, Jungkook.” It’s the only way to describe the doubt that lingers in your mind.

“I don't know why. But being scared is ok. Just please, please think about it. Before you make a decision.”

The words are stuck in your throat.

You can’t because it means it’s real. It’s not just circumstances, casual or reversible. It’s real.

“I love you.” He kisses both of your hands and follows behind you into the kitchen.

Yoongi sits at the kitchen island on his laptop, as Jungkook predicted. He pushes a mug of prepared coffee for without a word, a morning ritual.

Jungkook gives you a knowing look while Yoongi continues work on his computer.

“Thank You.” You take a seat around the island.

Standing next to you, Jungkook mockingly asks Yoongi: “Will you pour me a cup of coffee, hyung?”

Yoongi senses his jest, stands and turns to retrieve a carton of banana milk from the fridge. He pours it into a coffee mug and slides it to Jungkook over the counter. You do your best not to laugh.

Jungkook smirks, checked by his elder. He sips from the mug, his eyes moving from you and back to Yoongi. Yoongi catches his glance. He knows. He feels it. It feels like a million things are being said in silence. Yoongi picks up his own coffee mug to refill it from the pot, a chance to turn his back to Jungkook.

The tension makes you wonder if they’ve ever spoken about the “crush” before. Or, worse, this morning. You know the walls are thin so, sure, he can hear you. But you wonder if Jungkook exaggerated the rest to get you off. Is that why it’s awkward?

“Jungkook, please get the pork belly from the freezer.” Yoongi directs Jungkook with his back still turned, a silent directive to drop it.

‘Is this for the recipe you’re trying today?” Jungkook finally lets up and changes the subject, heading to the freezer.

“Yeah, a little later.” He closes his laptop and stands. “I have a meeting. Are you heading to the studio?”

“Yep. Back soon.” Jungkook kisses you on the cheek and they both head separate ways.

You finish a cup of coffee and lounge around alone for a few hours, the house quiet with everybody doing their own thing in the large house. You read a few chapters from a book recommended by Namjoon and manage to take a short nap.

You imagine this is what it would be like if you stayed here. The empty house is peaceful. At least, for a few hours. It’s no trouble being alone and keeping busy but you know it’ll be more like being in hiding.

Management has always viewed you as a threat and distraction to all the members. There was not much they could do about you staying the last few months. Jungkook has some leverage now and they have to work around his wishes. As the relationship progresses, the way they already minimize and diminish you will get worse. How far can it even go when it has to be a secret? Staying here means a life of full gag order and anonymity.

You attempt to distract yourself from generating a long list of reasons to decline Jungkook’s proposal by strumming a few chords on the guitar.

When Yoongi re-emerges to the common area, you acknowledge him but continue playing.

“You’re getting pretty good at that thing.” He sits next to you on the couch.

“Thanks.” You lay the guitar beside you as this better distraction presents itself.

“May I?” He holds his hands out to receive the guitar.

You pass it over and you watch and listen as he strums much more pleasantly and skillfully. Bare-faced, messy hair and wearing clothes just to lounge around in but he looks good.

“So.” He starts as he strums between chords. “Are you unpacking your boxes or will you live out of them forever?” He asks as casually as possible.

“How do you know?” You question, nearly holding your breath.

“Walls are pretty thin,” he says, even and casual, still strumming softly.

You try to contain the redness coming over your chest and face, all of the things he may have heard this morning, circling in your mind.

You shamefully try to come up with something quick. “I’m still figuring out the details with work.” You nod unconvincingly.

“Yeah?” He says, surprised. “Jungkook is really excited about it.”

“I mean, management will throw a fit but-“ he shrugs his shoulders. We’ll back you up. They have to get through all seven of us before they can get to you. ”

You feel a pang of guilt hit your gut.

He changes the subject, sensing he’s hit a nerve. “Anyway...”

You blurt the first thing to come to mind. “So, you can hear through the walls?”

“I hear enough,” placing the guitar at his side, He looks down and stifles a giggle.

You nervously bite down on your lip. “Jungkook says I'm loud.”

He nods and runs his hand over the back of his neck. “That’s true.”

You both take a moment to snickers before you apologize. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, sounding genuine.

“What else did you hear this morning?” You ask, curious.

“Not much.” He leans back on the couch with his legs spread. You try to ignore how inviting his lap looks. “Just you being loud. He offers a teasing smile. “And some things about unpacking your boxes and…,” he trails off. “How you have a crush on me,” he finishes, nonchalantly.

You give him a playful shove and he raises both arms to block, laughing.

You wonder what else he heard. You can see the details he’s left out in his face, trying to be safe with this boundary.

“Is that what I heard?” His voice lowers as he tries to confirm.

“Yes,” you respond. “But that’s not why I spend time with you. I just like doing those things with you, being around you.”

A smile washes over his face. “I enjoy doing those things with you too. They’re just sometimes more fun because I have a crush on you too.”

You don’t respond but look down as the mood changes. His eyes lay on you differently. He has a different kind of confidence about him hearing you say it. You do too, knowing you’ve both said it out loud and Jungkook said it before anyone else.

The tension sits too heavy in the air but you let curiosity get the best of you anyway.

“When did you get off last?” You ask with a stern eye on him.

He laughs, deflecting. “Oh, is this what crushes talk about?”

You keep your gaze steady, awaiting an answer.

He lets out a defeated sigh. “Jungkook told you. How embarrassing.”

“So, this morning?” you immediately probe, unable to help yourself.

“And last night,” he contributes, shifting in his seat.

It’s a relief Jungkook had the wherewithal to whisper all that filth this morning. Also, that nothing was a secret. Jungkook is so great in that way. Acknowledging what is without being threatened and getting his ego bruised.

“So, obviously, I don’t mind that you’re loud.” His smile fades a bit and his gaze gets dark. “It’s sexy.”

Your stomach sinks. There are so many questions you want to ask but you don’t. How long? How often? What do you think about? Who do you think about?

He continues. “You like knowing that.” It starts as a question and ends as a statement. His eyes scan your face and you observe his own restraint.

It’s getting too deep. You should stop before this conversation escalates any further. The house feels too empty and too many ideas race in your mind. He takes the action before you.

“Are you ready to cook?” He asks, nearly leaping off the couch.

You both head to the kitchen and the tension settles as you get caught up in conversation about nothing-too-serious. Yoongi perfects a sauce while you load rice into a steamer. He tastes the sauce with his thumb and has a bland, questioning reaction.

“Is it good?” You try to read his face.

“I don’t know, try it.” He adds some spices and whisks further, lifting to check the consistency. You watch one strong arm whisk the mixture while the other holds the bowl still. His lips are pursed, concentrated. The sight of his arms and lips start to make your body hot.

You’ve seen him hundreds of times in the past 3 years. You’ve seen him everyday for 3 months. Still, It’s like looking at him for the first time.

This is all Jungkook’s fault. He put the idea in your mind.

Really, he activated something that was always there. You don’t know how he does it. He’s good like that too, excavating every emotion you have, never letting one be covered up or denied. You’d never realized how often you’d done that. He’s made you better, even before living together.

Nevertheless, your now crush is evolving to an ache, a craving right in front of your eyes. Yoongi is unaffected, focused on perfecting his cuisine. He’s messy, stray sauce everywhere.

He approaches where you stand by the counter, bowl in hand and you can smell him. It nearly knocks you off your feet when it fills your nostrils. Stray sauce is streaked on his forearm. You grab a nearby kitchen towel to swipe at his arm when he gets close, keeping your hands busy. They have too many ideas.

Maybe laying your hands on him (regardless of what they were doing) transfers your horny energy but your hands linger on him now and the dynamic shifts. He has that look again, lips parted, a million dirty thoughts flash across his mind in seconds. A big metal bowl is the only thing separating your bodies.

His eyes dart down from yours, guiding your own eyes to his lips, intrigued. He takes a deep breath and leans in closer, nearly hovering over you. He uses his thumb to briefly flick across your bottom lip. All the indecency in his eyes directed at your mouth. He places the bowl on the counter next to him, closing space between you.

“Try it.” He reaches down beside him and coats his thumb in the liquid. He slides the palm side of his thumb between your lips. You let them graze over but resist the urge to wrap your mouth around him.

You run your tongue over your lips to taste. “It’s good,” hardly audible.

The slight gesture causes the intensity to surge so greatly that you both seem to repel from each other. Yoongi returns to the other side of the kitchen and you both continue your tasks in silence, adrenaline still rushing, making it impossible to have a conversation.

Right on cue, Jungkook enters the silent heavy room.

“Hey.” you both say in unison, not even looking up at him.

“Hey.” He says, already sensing the put-on tones and not buying it for a single second.

“What have you been up to today?” He pecks your lips but keeps his eyes on Yoongi.

“I took a nap,” you offer, weakly. He nods suspiciously. Yoongi still has his back to him.

“How’s your recipe coming?” he asks, shooting daggers into the back of Yoongi’s head.

“Sauce is done,” you say, wishing Yoongi would speak for himself.

“Ok, What’s going on?” Jungkook finally demands.

You and Yoongi answer in unison. “Nothing,” sounding rehearsed.

“No, it's something.” His expression becomes uncharacteristically worried. “I know you’re flirting but right now, I feel like I'm interrupting something. I don’t like that.”

“I’m sorry, Jungkook.” Yoongi cracks and turns around. “You’re right, it’s inappropriate.”

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued. “What’s inappropriate?” he digs.

Yoongi darts his eyes to you, mouth open but not speaking.

“What happened?” Jungkook’s voice gets louder.

You break next. “I ate sauce off his hand.” It comes out fast like one long word.

“Like, how?” looking puzzled.

“Like, off his thumb.” You extend your own thumb as if he doesn’t know what one is.

“When?”

“5 minutes ago.”

He slowly nods in comprehension. “So, you sucked on his finger. Then what?”

You fight the urge to correct him as you put such deliberate effort in NOT sucking. “Then, here we are.” You nervously tap your fingers on the countertop.

Jungkook is silent for a long time.

“Show me,” he announces.

“What?” Yoongi finally speaks again.

“Sounds harmless enough. Let me see.”

Yoongi pleads. “Jungkook, you don’t have to do this, it won’t happen again.”

“I'd feel better if I could see how ‘inappropriate’ it was.” Jungkook glares at Yoongi, wrestling to decide if he’s betrayed him or not.

There’s no getting out of it. You and Yoongi drag your feet to re-create your positions and he dips his thumb into the bowl just as before. You repeat the gesture, locking eyes with him for just a moment before his thumb touches your lips again.

Jungkook guffaws at the sight. “Did she do it like that?”.

“Yeah.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders.

Jungkook redirects his gaze at you. “You? Did it like that?”

You narrow your eyes at Jungkook. “Yes.”

You can’t tell if you should be offended or honored by his shock at your weak cleaning of his thumb. You opt to keep quiet.

Yoongi looks thoroughly confused. Jungkook chortles and approaches you both by the bowl.

“She can do better than that.” He pulls Yoongi's wrist into the bowl, isolating his index finger. He coats Yoongi’s finger and pushes it against your lips.

You take his finger and instinctively pull him in, down to the webbing of his hand. Jungkook lets his wrist free and Yoongi takes the liberty to push in again with 2 fingers and you suck them in and let them fall out slowly. His throat lets out a low groan through parted lips.

“That’s better,” Jungkook croons.

Jungkook guides you a few steps away to the living room so only you can hear. “Is there anything else I need to know about?” He asks with a forbidding look.

You reassure him with a hand on his chest. “No, Jungkook.” He nods and kisses your lips.

“Do you want to do this?”

You’re not sure what “this” is but the way he strokes his fingers along your crotch gives you an idea.

“We’re going to talk for a few minutes,” he starts, quickly glancing at Yoongi. “Get in the bedroom.” He tugs back at your hair with force, making you gasp. “When we get in there, I want you in one of your slutty outfits, waiting on the bed.” He kisses you hard and sloppy on the mouth before releasing his grip. Yoongi's eyes are nearly bulging out of his face.

You head to the bedroom as calmly as possible. When the door closes behind you, you begin a frenzy, digging through boxes for any matching pieces of lingerie. You manage to find a set, freshen up and wait on the bed. It’s been almost a half hour, you wonder what they’re talking about.

Yoongi follows behind Jungkook and closes the door. “There she is.” Yoongi looks a little nervous. The 2 stand in front of the bed.

“Lips stay below the neck, no kissing on the lips,” Jungkook announces. You and Yoongi nod at each other, his boner appearing through his pants at the sight of you. “Can he cum on your chest?”

Yoongi glances down shyly at the question. You nod again, heart pounding.

“Anything else?” directed at you now. You shake your head, still unable to form words. Jungkook leans down where you sit on the bed to kiss you. “Relax,” he whispers before his lips peck yours.

Jungkook’s easy breakdown of “rules” and the fact they’d talked so much about this already gives you an inkling about their past.

You speak so only Jungkook can hear. “Something tells me this isn’t your first time.” You glance back at Yoongi.

“Smart girl.” He kisses you again. “But this is different. We’re not sharing. He turns you on and I like it when you’re turned on. So. Relax. I wanna turn you on and get you off.”

Jungkook removes his clothes before crawling behind you on the bed and runs his hands over your body, groping in front of Yoongi as he watches, standing by the bed.

“Look how pretty you are for us.” He pulls you head back for a kiss and slides his hand under the hem of your panties, letting a finger slip between your folds. Your knees buckle.

“Mmm, She’s so wet for you already, hyung.” He pushes the fabric away and slips fingers in and out of your wet opening. Yoongi instinctively rubs himself on the outside of his pants, watching as Jungkook pulls his hand away and brings his fingers to your mouth. You don’t let our eyes leave his before directing Yoongi.

“Come here.” You scoot to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook sits behind you, rubbing your back as Yoongi approaches.

Yoongi’s eyes roll back immediately when you grasp at the bulge through his sweatpants and stroke beneath the fabric. He takes off his shirt while you pull down at the waistband of his pants and watch his cock fall free. Pale shaft with a swollen pink tip. Perfectly placed veins, just like his arms. You wrap your lips around the tip and let saliva drip down his shaft. He places an encouraging palm on the back of your head as you slide your lips to the base and gag, bringing moans from Yoongi. You wrap your hand around his shaft and work it with your mouth.

“Wait.” Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. The sight has him eager for a place to keep his dick wet while you service Yoongi. He guides you to bend in front of him. Pushing panties aside, Jungkook slides in with ease, arousal pooled at your opening. You continue on Yoongi, running your tongue on the underside of his balls and licking up to the tip. Jungkook gropes at your ass and thrusts softly, careful not to disturb Yoongi. Then sensation causes you to moan around his cock and Yoongi eggs your head off, breathing away an orgasm.

Jungkook takes this opportunity to fuck you at a normal pace. After some time, Yoongi palms himself, watching. You relish in being a fantasy come to life.

You’re sore, being railed by Jungkook this morning and the night before. But that doesn’t stop you or him. He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the bed. He pulls you up so your body is flush in front of him and exposed to Yoongi, who increases the pace he has on himself.

Jungkook pulls out while still holding you close. Yoongi slows and closes his eyes, teetering on the edge again.

The wet sticky panties cling to you.

“Your panties are ruined baby.” Sucking kisses on the line of your neck while the cold panties cling to you. “Lay down so we can get them off.”

Jungkook guides you to your back as Yoongi stands at the side of the bed, pulling you to the edge so you’re spread in front of him. Your head lays in Jungkook’s lap, he still faces Yoongi.

Yoongi palms at your center, feeling the crevices over wet fabric. It’s sticky and uncomfortable and you just want them gone. Jungkook strokes your head in his lap. Yoongi holds his cock between your clothed folds, watching your face as you twitch around him. He pushes the tip at the opening, blocked by the fabric.

He continues letting his tip run up and down until he eventually grips at the crotch of the fabric and pulls it up and taut against your clit. He rhythmically lifts and releases, your pelvis rising a little bit with each pull. He continues faster and you’re now grateful for the sticky fabric that offers friction until he stops and let’s it slap back to your skin, just before you come. He’s edging you with your own underwear.

He finally pulls them down and around your ankles, playfully tossing them at Jungkook sitting behind you. He slithers his tip around your bare entrance, teasing your opening and sliding up. Squelching fills the air.

You’re eager to get him all the way inside, pushing your core down each time he’s at your opening. You whine when he pulls his cock away completely and moves to kiss at your bare breasts. He lets his teeth graze over your skin, sucking. Jungkook uses his foot to push at Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Don’t mark her,” he warns. Yoongi heeds his warning and opts to leave the area completely. He lines himself up and bottoms out inside, wetting his entire shaft with you.

You moan louder and Jungkook tugs at your nipples. Yoongi bottoms out with each thrust.

“Are you gonna come just like this, Noona?” Yoongi teases, between thrusts as if you weren’t being turned on and teased for the last hour.

“I’d rather come on your lips,” letting your finger flick across his mouth.”

A little shock flashes across his face before Jungkook laughs. “Mmm, I love a good slut that asks for what she wants.” He praises as he strokes your hair.

Jungkook makes room for Yoongi to lay back on the bed again.

“I like this “crush” thing,” Yoongi says as you hover over top of him and he attaches his lips to you straight away. His arms are hooked around your thighs as he sucks and flicks his tongue over your swollen clit. He lets out deep little moans underneath you, happy to have you squirming and whimpering above him. You rock your hips back and forth on his face and the vibrations from his voice bring you so close again.

Jungkook lines up flush behind you. “I told him how good you taste, baby. And I know he loves hearing your pretty voice.” He slips his fingers under your bum to push fingers into your opening. Yoongi moves his mouth up just slightly to make room for him and you still. He continues, “Come for us, baby,” kissing your neck.

Yoongi squeezes at your breasts and He holds you down tight on his face when you come.

You’re shuddering above him still when he instructs you to bend over, guiding you off of him. Jungkook moves to sit at the opposite end of the bed.

You present yourself to him and instantly fall to your elbows when he licks a long strip from your opening all the way up to your tailbone. Jungkook giggles at your reaction.

“Do it again.” Jungkook orders. Yoongi does, and you’re so sensitive that your thighs shake. He moves to your opening and laps at this new angle, insatiable. Just as you begin to lose yourself on his tongue again, he lines up behind you and slams you on his cock. He fills you in a different way, hands on your hips as he slides your body over himself again and again.

Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment before positioning himself so he can gag you on his cock while Yoongi thrusts mercilessly, both taking everything they want from you.

Jungkook pulls your hair back to see your face. “Such a good slut, stuffed full at both ends.”

Yoongi grunts at the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” You’re suddenly empty as they fumble to change positions. Jungkook instructs you to turn over and sit up on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi stands in front of you and ribbons white on your chest, grunting through his orgasm.

Jungkook pushes your back to the bed and runs his flat tongue over your messied chest, collecting cum in his mouth. He grips your jaw from above you, signaling to open and you readily obey. He purses his lips and lets the liquid fall into your mouth, laps up more and repeats all while strokes himself.

When your chest is clean, He climbs over you so his thighs straddle your face.

“Mmmmm… show him who my sweet cumslut is.” He praises before he throws his head back and groans, stroking himself into your open mouth.

You hold your mouth open while he spills into you, swallowing and licking your lips. You hold out your clean tongue and he spits from high up once more for good measure. Yoongi sits in your peripheral vision on a nearby chair. Spent cock resting between his legs, hands laced behind his head, taking in the sight.

“Good Girl,” Jungkook whispers.

The three of you sit up straight when you hear the screaming.

“Yoongiiii!!” Seokjin’s voice wails through the thin walls.

Yoongi puts on pants and nearly flies to the kitchen. You and Jungkook quickly dress and follow behind.

You walk into Seokjin scolding Yoongi about a pot boiling over and scorching on the stove.

“You could’ve set the house on fire!”

“I… I’m sorry I got distracted.”

“Doing what?!.” Seokjin’s fury fades when he notices Yoongi is shirtless and the 3 of you have triple fucked-out looks.

“You know what? I don’t want to know,” he announces, as he scrubs the burner.

Yoongi and Seokjin finish cooking and everyone sits for the meal. You’ve done this many times now, sitting around a table talking for hours. Sometimes everyone is up all night and you reluctantly agree to go to sleep. Other times, members slowly trickle away and wake up to the same remaining people talking. Oftentimes, it was you and Yoongi.

The plates are nearly clear when Taehyung declares: “Noona, I emptied our part of the closet downstairs so you have room for your things.

You glare at Jungkook.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t tell him to do that,” taking a final bite. Taehyung assumed.

“Actually, I’m going back to work,” blurting out, threatened by Taehyung’s (and everyone’s) assumption. “But, thank you.”

“You are?” Jungkook looks only half surprised.

“Yeah. I fly out to San Francisco next Thursday.”

Jungkook stands from the table and calmly walks to the bedroom. You politely excuse yourself and follow him. He’s not even looking at you yet but starts off before the door even shuts.

“So when I left this morning, you were thinking about it. You fuck my friend. Now, you’re leaving next week.”

You close your eyes and scoff. You can just imagine the six others just outside the door, darting eyes at each other, wondering which “friend”. It’s an unfair and irrelevant comment but you choose to ignore it, he has his own share of “unfair”.

“Jungkook, lower your voice.”

Ignoring you, “Did you even think about it?”

Blood heats under your skin. “Why think about it when everyone has just assumed? It’s like everyone gets a say but me.”

“And what’s your ‘say’?”

You pause before speaking, trying to calm yourself. “We both knew this arrangement was temporary. The way it was before was working for us.”

“It won’t work for me, not anymore.” “And this is not just an ‘arrangement’ anymore, you know that.”

“You know management does NOT want me around.”

“I don’t give a fuck WHAT they want. I’ve made it very clear that you’re not going anywhere. At least if it’s up to me.”

Your attempts to soothe yourself and convince Jungkook are failing. “So, what? I just hide out here, some house gremlin while you’re gone for weeks, months at a time? Having to be your dirty little secret? We can’t even be together in public.”

He glances down and gets closer to you. “That will be hard. I’m sorry. I wish I could change that.” His voice gets lower. “But when I’m gone…I mean, you’ve been cooking and writing and playing the guitar and you love that. You could do that. Or not. You could do whatever you want.” He stands firm. “If one of us is not bound by work, we’re officially together twice as much. Next?” He trudges forward, seeking to eliminate all of your ideas.

“I would have to move to a different country.”

“What about it? Tell me, where do you consider ‘home?’ and wherever you think that is, tell me why you chose to come here when you had to choose a place to be 3 months ago? The apartment is yours too. You could be here or there, whatever you want. What else can you come up with?”

You get sucked into his attempt to exhaust your excuses. “They offered me a raise to come back.” It sounds stupid coming out about half way through.

“Money?”, he laughs erratically, sounding unstable now. He pulls a billfold from his pants pocket and begins launching credit cards and different types of cash on the bed. “Here. Here. Here. And there’s more where that came from.”

“Ok, Jungkook,” you turn, agitated. He circles the bed to get face-to-face again.

“I’m just saying you have no excuse!” His voice gets somber and tears well in his eyes. The pain on his face makes you do the same. “So, why not then? Just tell me why. Because, when you’re here, the way you look at me, I know you feel the way I do. So why don’t you want to?”

You shake your head. “It’s not that I don’t want Jungkook. You just don’t know how things will turn out.”

He’s gripping your arms, trying to get his sense into you. “There is nothing that I'm worried about as long as you’re here. No matter what, it’s going to be fine.”

You coldly shake him off. “How do you know?!” You're yelling and crying now, really wanting to know where he gets his faith.

“I don’t know how anything will turn out, I just know that I want you there anyway!”

His face drops with realization.

His voice gets very quiet. “I guess that’s the difference between us.”

You’re too drained to argue that point. Maybe he’s right.

You make a final plea. “Please,” as you hiccup through sobs. “Can you just give me time to think about it? Instead of deciding for me?”

He pushes his forehead to yours. “I'm sorry I pressured you. I love you. It’s better when you’re here.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “There is no ultimatum here.” His forehead wrinkles. “Sometimes, I think if it’s something you really wanted, you wouldn’t have to think about it. But if time is what you want, take it.

“Thank you.” You hold onto each other like you might just slip away. Your sudden comfort is quickly snatched when he finishes.

“But if you’re not staying, you should go now.”

He squeezes you tight and whispers. “I love you.” Before you can reciprocate, he leaves and disappears into another part of the house. You haphazardly pack a bag and exit the bedroom, wiping tears from your face.

Yoongi approaches you as you head for the door, Seokjin following just behind. The others have gone after Jungkook.

“Noona, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

You try to reassure him right away, hugging him. “Hey...it’s not you. This…” You search for the words to describe the situation, no fault on Yoongi. “This has been a long time coming.”

“Why are you leaving so soon?”

“It hurts Jungkook that I'm here so I need to go.” It sounds silly coming out of your mouth. If you just stayed, he wouldn’t be hurt. And neither would you.

“Do you need a car?” Seokjin asks. You nod he is on the phone right away.

You continue with Yoongi, “Could you send my boxes? I’ll have an address in a few days.”

“Of course.” He hugs you again. “Why do I feel like I’m never going to see you again?”

You don’t tell him that it feels that way to you too. “Would you just make sure he’s ok, please?”

He nods and with that you leave, severing ties with that safe little world.

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Bitter

Chapter 5

Warnings: Sex, implied sex, sexual references, teeny bit of angst, mentions of bars, alcohol, vomiting and Kaitlin being a sneaky bitch.

I am sure there are spelling and grammatical errors in here. No one is perfect and I’ve been staring at this for hours now. I’ll come back in and make corrections tomorrow, just a PSA before some rude person makes a comment.

Hi all! Here is a chapter for you. I’ve had the worst writers block ever the past few weeks but I honestly watched a bunch of hockey fights and I feel much better. I’d also like to let everyone know Zack MacEwen has officially been added to my Who I write for, which you can find on my Masterlist, which I’ll link here, because he is so hot and dirty and I’m in love with him.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Let me know what you think🤍

“What’s your deal?” Mat asked bumping Beau’s shoulder.

“Huh?”

“I mean what’s up with you. You seem weird.”

“Oh nothing. Just tired from the trip this weekend.” Mat frowned and he quick added in “Dealing with Ginny for any amount of time is exhausting. Let alone hours.” Historically, Beau had never been a good liar, and this was a big lie he needed to sell. He’d been thinking about it a lot over the last few days.

If Ginny hadn’t been so dead set against Mat and Leighton finding out, he really wouldn’t have cared. He knew deep down it had less to do with the fact that she hated him, and more to do with the idea of admitting she might like him even a little bit.

“Right. We appreciate it a lot though you know, me more than anyone considering this is my fault.” Mat seemed less stressed this morning. He’d expressed to Beau more than once that he felt an immense amount of crushing guilt over the whole thing.

“Barz , you gotta stop blaming yourself man. What’s happening now, is happening cuz Kaitlin is fucking crazy. You could never have known she was going to react this way.”

“I know, but still. I should have just admitted to myself that I wasn’t over her in the beginning and maybe we wouldn’t be dealing with this bullshit.”

“Maybe not, but maybe she’d have reacted the same way. No one can say. Either way.” He gave him a slap on the shoulder “We got your back. I can’t punch a girl, but Ginny can and she will and I should have let her do it.”

Mat laughed and ran a hand through his hair “Well like I said before, thank you. And maybe you should have, but I don’t think it would have helped anything. But you guys came in clutch with taking the trip for us. We owe you guys, and appreciate it a lot.”

“You better. The director made us walk arm in arm down the aisle.” Beau smiled a little at the memory, and chuckled.

“Bet Ginny loved that one.”

“She did but she’d never admit it.”

Mat laughed and shook his head as they sat down for tape review.

“Seriously though. That was exactly what Leighton needed. She seems better already.”

“Yeah. As much as Ginny and I disagree we both love Leighton so we were happy to do it.”

He paid very little attention during game tape review, thoughts of Leighton and Ginny, and Kaitlin swirling around in his head. There was a lot of feelings invested in this wedding and outside of this wedding. It had been a powder keg from the start, but his involvement with Ginny had rattled everything.

He really did feel bad. He’d promised Mat, Leighton, and God that he wasn’t going to do this and he did.

And he wanted to do it again.

*************

Ginny avoided Beau at all costs the next few days, and buried herself in her work. She didn’t really need an excuse to want to be away from him, but now more than ever she wanted to be. She was still mildly repulsed with herself that she’d had sex with him in the first place, and she did everything in her power to oust the whole evening out of her head.

It did not work.

It was especially hard when he was texting her.

B:Are you okay?

G: I haven’t seen you in days so why wouldn’t I be?

B: Haha, so you wanna do it again? And don’t bother with your ice queen act anymore. I see right through that.

She deleted his messages just as Leighton poked her head around the door and smiled at her.

“Hey best friend!”

Ginny looked up startled and smiled back “Hi! How was the rest of the weekend?” She out on her best fake smile and leaned forward. Leighton looked much better, happier, like the Leighton she knew and loved.

And it broke Ginny’s heart because she had no idea what was happening behind her back.

“It was great. I feel better.” She sat down in her chair and crossed her legs before fixing Ginny with a look.

“So everything was good with the venue? I got the email saying it has been approved.”

“Yes. The venue is beautiful. They ran us through how the day would go, how the reception is set up, and they have all the decor on lockdown so the wicked with of the west doesn’t try any sabotage.”

Leighton nodded and pursed her lips “You don’t think she’d come do you? I mean that would be crazy.”

“Well she is obviously and even if she does, she won’t make it inside. Beau and I talked about it and we’re gonna be keeping an eye out.”

“You guys talked? That’s impressive.”

Ginny coughed and chose her words carefully “Uh yeah….a little. We’re both worried about it, and as much as we hate each other we hate her more. So I guess we can forge some kind of bond over that. But I still don’t like him.” she added for good measure. She felt like she was giving herself away by saying anything nice about him “He was a real pain is the ass on the trip, but for you, I’d do anything.” She felt a sinking feeling that could only be described as guilt settle in her heart. She hated lying to Leighton, something she swore she would never do. And here she was doing it. She would never ever forgive herself for this, and she would carry it around forever and all because she broke the promise she made to herself.

“I know, and I’m so thankful for that. We both are. And who knows maybe by the time the wedding is over you guys will become friends?”

Ginny chuckled and shuffled the papers on her desk “Not likely.”

***********

Ethan was a nice guy, who worked three offices down from Ginny. After several months of small talk, he’d finally asked Leighton if Ginny was single.

Which is how he plucked up the courage to ask Ginny out himself. He was sweet, all American boy, the kind you take home to mom and dad. Ginny, who was so desperate to repress any feelings of Beau that lingered said yes, and made plans for Friday.

She was seated at Leighton’s kitchen island when she heard the door open and two sets of footsteps enter. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. She hadn’t seen him since that weekend and she didn’t wanna see him ever again. She fought internally to fight the redness that was creeping up her neck, and stared pointedly at the wall until she absolutely had to look at him.

He was watching her, face expressionless and they held eye contact for a few moments before he looked away.

“So are you feeling better?” He asked Leighton, eyes peeking at Ginny as she answered.

“Much better. You two are amazing for helping out this weekend. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.” Leighton said as she left the room to follow Mat to their bedroom to get the laundry.

“For you? Never. Right Gin?” Ginny nodded and gave Leighton a tight lipped smile.

“And besides. Me and Ginny needed some quality time together. I feel like I really got to know her this weekend.” He glanced at Ginny again and stretched, shirt riding up to reveal several inches of abs and she pointedly looked away.

Damn him.

“Ew.” She mumbled giving him a disgusted look. He smiled a little, enjoying that he was beginning to get a rise out of her.

“It’s okay Gin. Looking is for free, but touching is going to cost you.”

“No amount of money would be enough to touch you.”

Leighton rolled her eyes and turned to grab the laundry basket. Once she was out of earshot he spoke again.

“Never say never.” He stood and walked up behind her, chest brushing against her back “Sometimes all it takes is one night” he whispered, scruff ticking her neck. She glared at him, and then looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to collect herself.

She made an excuse to leave a little while later, practically bolting out the door and down the hall as quickly as she could so he wouldn’t follow her. She fell asleep uneasy, and pushed him out of her mind in preparation for her date the next evening.

***********

Ethan was in fact a very nice guy. He’d picked her up, held the door, and pulled out her chair for her and now he was dutifully listening to her talk about Leighton’s wedding.

“Sounds like quite the saga. You seem like your a good friend to her.”

“I try to be. This wedding has been especially stressful.”

“How so?” He leaned forward, genuinely interested in what she was saying, and it hurt her.

Because she didn’t like him at all.

She would let him down as easy as she could, and be as nice about it as possible but she really didn’t have a single romantic feeling in her body that could make her like him even a little bit. But she smiled and put on a good show as she told him about Kaitlin.

“That’s insane! Leighton is marrying Mat Barzal right? Big Islanders fan.” Ginny laughed a little and nodded.

“Yes she is.”

“We’ll I hope it all works out for her. Your the made of honor right? Do you have to walk with-“

“Yeah.” Ginny cut him off “And I hate him.”

“Oh. Sorry I didn’t-he seems like such a nice guy.“

“It’s okay. He’s just-we don’t get along. But enough about him.”

Ethan changed the subject and started talking about something she didn’t really care about. Midway thought the conversation she felt a pair of eyes on her. She had a lot of eyes on her most of the time, but this time it felt different. She glanced around, and all at once, she glanced up to find Beau had materialized on a barstool less than ten feet away.

“Goddamnit.” She whispered under her breath as he half turned and met her eye, smiling at her. He looked good, even better than the last time she’d seen him, strong arms braced on the bar, one giant hand wrapped around a glass, large smile stretched across his face.

“What did you say?” Etha asked leaning forward.

“Oh hum nothing-nothing.”

“Uh huh. Uhm I’m gonna use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” He gave her an sweet smile and excused himself. She watched him sadly knowing she would break the poor boys heart, and then remembered her arch nemesis was only a few feet away. Ginny stood, walked forward and slapped her hand on the bar to get his attention. He turned, smile getting wider and he raised his glass.

“Gin! Funny seeing you here-“

“What do you want?” She snapped wanting nothing more than to slap that stupid smile and other off his face. She couldn’t believe he was here, and that he was so boldly trying to ruin a date she didn’t even want to be on.

“How’s your date?” He was grinning slyly at her over his glass. Ethan may have been fooled by Ginny’s poker face, but he wasn’t. From where he was sitting there wasn’t even a tiny bit of interest from Ginny’s end, because Ethan wasn’t the kind of guy she would ever show any interest in. He was too nice, like a puppy staring at her when she talked. She was too much for him to handle. But she was just enough for Beau. She was glaring at him, cheeks turning the color of her hair. He let his eyes drift down her appreciatively. She had on a pair of ridiculously tight jeans that hugged every inch of long legs, and a dark grey sweater. Her hair, which was his favorite thing about her, was hanging loose falling across her back and shoulders.

Damn she was hot.

“Fine thank you very much. Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Really? Cuz it doesn’t look like your having much fun. Not as much fun as we had anyways.”

She could feel herself getting redder by the minute and rolled her eyes, blowing a breath angrily out of her nose.

“That was a one time thing-“

“I think it was a multiple in one night time thing.”

She stared at him for a few moments. He’d been the only guy she’d ever come across who could get her so worked up, before he even really did anything to her. Something about him just pissed her off. He was so smug, so full of himself, and so fucking hot. He pulled himself off the barstool and crowded her, pushing her right up against the ledge of the bar, hand resting on her hip. Her breath hitched as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“We both know that your going to leave here with me so let’s cut through the red tape and get out of here now, and get the evening rolling. I’m not playing any games tonight.”

“I’m on a date-“

“Find a way to be not on a date. Tell the boyscout you had a family emergency or something. I don’t care, but let’s go.”

Ginny bit her lip and looked over his shoulder. Ethan was still in the bathroom and as much as she knew it was wrong, the feeling of his chest pushed up against her made her weak in the knees, and wet between the legs. He extended his hand, pulling her along behind him. When they exited the bar he stopped, and turned to face her, hands coming to either side of her waist. Unable to stop himself he leaned forward and kissed her forcefully, pulling all the air from her lungs.

She gasped pulling away from him after a few moments when a pair of headlights coming to a stop in front of them caught her attention.

“How did you get an Uber so fast?”

“I ordered it the minute I saw you across the bar.”

“You asshole.”

“Whatever. Lets go.”

Ginny felt terrible, and conjured up a lie, a good one and sent Ethan a text.

G: sorry had an emergency, we should do this again sometime though. I had a nice night.

Beau had a smug smile on his face, and she wanted to slap him, but she was also practically shaking in anticipation for what the rest of the evening would hold.

**************

“No Ginny tonight?” Mat asked as he came up behind Leighton while she was cooking. Ginny made it a point to come to dinner at the apartment every Friday, mostly just to spend time with them but also to try and keep Leighton’s mind off Kaitlin.

“No she’s actually on a date.”

“A date?” Mat frowned “Without Beau?”

Leighton made a face but smiled “If he knew she was on one he’d find a way to go mess it up I’m sure.”

“True. Are you doing okay? You seem…someplace else.”

“I’m okay. I just-I have the strangest feeling.”

“What do you mean?” He seated himself at the kitchen island and leaned forward. She turned, brows knitting together and placed a hand on her hip.

“I’m not sure really. I just have a feeling that something is going on, but I can’t put my finger on what it could be.”

“Like with the wedding?”

“Yeah I guess….I don’t know it weird. Probably just stress and anxiety from the whole Kaitlin thing.” She turned back to the stove and shrugged.

“Hey.” He stood and turned her to face him, hands coming to rest on either side of her hips “No one is gonna ruin this day for you. I promise. Okay?”

She smiled and nodded “Okay.” But then her face changed. She coughed and covered her mouth with her hand, body shuddering a little.

“Are you gonna throw up?” He took a step back and turned her to face the sink.

“No I’m okay. I just don’t feel well today, and I haven’t eaten.”

“Leighton we talked about this.” He side stepped her to get to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle “You have to take care of yourself. This running yourself ragged with wedding stuff has to stop.”

“I know. I promise I won’t do it again.” She drank some water and resumed what she was doing, still not feeling well.

A while later she found herself kneeling on the floor of the bathroom Mat concerned behind her “Maybe we should go see a doctor?” Mat questioned from behind her, hands entangled in her hair while she leaned over the toilet.

She was a horrible shade of grey, and sweat had seeped through her T-shirt, and ran down her face. He leaned around to look at her but she swatted him away.

“Don’t look at me.”

“Stop. What do they say during weddings? For rich or for poor-?”

“In sickness and in health? Shouldn’t you know that?”

“I never got that far before.”

Even while hovering over a toilet Leighton chuckled a little, and leaned her forehead on her forearm “Your an idiot.”

“But I made you laugh didn’t I?” He rubbed her back soothingly as another bout of vomit gurgled up her throat.

*************

The headboard of Beau’s bed rocked against the wall, surely waking all his neighbors but he didn’t care. Her eyes were closed and he just couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful she looked under him, hair messy, face flushed her body arched against his. She was so sensitive to his touch and he almost felt bad for the poor schmuck she had left at the bar who was missing out on this tonight.

Now that he’d her once, he knew he had to have her again. He had turned down his regular Saturday night hookup with no real guarantee that she would even come home with him, but when he saw her eyeing him from a cross the club he was determined to get her back in his bed.

Mission accomplished.

“Fuck.” She swore, nails scraping along his neck.

He was panting in her ear and starting to sweat as he moved in and out of her going deeper and deeper.

“Harder.” His hand closed around her throat and she closed her eyes.

“I said harder.”

He bit down hard on the skin of her neck and she cried out with a gasp “You fucker-“

“Your so goddamn tight. Fuck.” He cursed face buried in her hair. He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and pushed in even deeper. Her skin was balmy under his hands and the shimmer of sweat that had appeared over her chest and abdomen was catching the light from outside.

“Ohmygod.” She moaned out. His pushes became erratic and the moaning became louder. She let out a strangled cry as he rammed into her brutally a few times before collapsing on top of her, kissing her sloppily tounge leaving a wet trail around her mouth. She let her hands run across his jaw tugging lightly on the stubble there as she eagerly kissed back.

He pulled away from her, forehead resting in her neck as he attempted to even his breathing. He felt her stiffen suddenly beneath him.

“Get off me.” She said, eyes burning up at him. She was frowning and looked disgusted with him.

He chuckled a little and eased himself out and on to the bed next to her “There’s the Ginny I know.”

“First of all, you don’t know me. And second of all-“

“Can you just shut up for like 2 seconds and enjoy the moment?”

Ginny huffed and wiggled away from him, arms crossed to prevent him from touching her. Even though he’d literally just fucked her brains out two minutes ago, she was laying in his bed acting like she didn’t even want him to breathe the same air as her.

“What is this anyways?” She asked finally. He could only see her profile, the light from the outside only throwing enough to make her out faintly, but he could her the uncertainty in her question.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this. What is this.” She gestured between them and sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Her hair was a mess, and she had a hickey on the side of her neck, which she would have to figure out a way to explain, but she wasn’t worried about that right now.

“It whatever you want it to be Ginny.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t have answer.”

She frowned and turned her head away from him. The silence in the room was suffocating till she spoke again.

“You know. I’m not some plaything.”

He felt a little guilty for a moment. The way she said it sounded sad and painful, and he wondered if having sex with him was actually making her life worse. He didn’t think of her as a plaything. He knew her, he’d shared time with her, she wasn’t some random girl he met in a bar. She’d become a facet in his everyday life, and she would continue to be one long after the wedding. They had been pushed together by fate, and they would stay that way for as long as Mat and Leighton stayed married.

“I-I know that.”

“Do you?” She still faced away from him, but her voice was small.

“Yes I do. Look.” He sat up and turned her to face him “I don’t know what this is, besides unexpected but I don’t wanna stop. I know that.”

She bit her lip “Me neither. But what will we tell them?”

“We won’t. We’re consenting adults and what happens between us is no one else’s business. Right?”

“Right…So we’re just hooking up?” She finger quoted, and waited for him to answer her. She looked skeptical, and was leaning away from him. Her wall, which had been down just a few moments ago, was now slowly rising up. He could see it plain as day on her face that she didn’t trust him, and that she was bracing herself for what he would say next.

“Do you wanna? Keep hooking up I mean? I don’t wanna stop but if your not cool with it then we can forget this ever happened.”

Ginny laughed softly and shook her head, the smallest flicker of something behind her eyes before she spoke again “I couldn’t forget this if I tried.”

************

Kaitlin was parked outside of Beau’s apartment scheming.

She’d been there for a while now. She had realized, that she would need to dismantle the wedding from the inside out and the easiest way to get to Mat was through Beau.

He had never liked her. He had never even tried to like her, and she didn’t like him either. He was just another person in Mat’s life who didn’t want to see them together, because they all wanted him with the dumb bitch who broke his heart four years ago.

And what did they know?

They weren’t the ones who listened to him ramble on and on about how much he still loved her. They hadn’t helped him pick up each piece of his heart and carefully, and painfully put it back together. They didn’t have to ouch their feelings down, and listen to him drone on about a girl when she was practically screaming in front of him that she could be better than her. They didn’t know anything.

Kaitlin wiped at a tear. She knew she sounded crazy but she was so broken and consumed by the fact that she’d done everything right. She’d followed all the rules. And they all still loved Leighton more.

His friends. His family.

And even Mat himself.

She was jarred from her thoughts however when she saw Beau open the door to the complex, and turn to speak to someone behind him. She could see it was a girl, and at first she thought it was just someone he was hooking up with, but when she came into the light she realized it was Ginny.

Kaitlin watched in awe as an Uber pulled up to the sidewalk and Ginny turned to him. They spoke for a few moments before he pulled Ginny forward into a kiss so searing, she had to look away. There was no way Mat and Leighton knew about this, or they wouldn’t be sneaking around after dark together. It would surely cause some drama, and definite rift. If they were lying to them about their involvement, the truth coming out could be catastrophic.

She watched as Ginny smiled, got into the car and it drove away, disappearing from sight as he made his way back into his complex. He stopped suddenly at the door and turned to look over his shoulder, eyes moving up and down the street. Kaitlin ducked, and once she was sure he hadn’t seen her she peeked over the dash. He had gone back in his complex, and Kaitlin started her car, smiling a little.

This was the in she needed.

************

Ginny dropped her purse on the floor by her front door and kicked off her shoes. She was exhausted, too tired to even shower as she shed her clothing on the way to her room, leaving it laying on the floor.

She slipped on an oversized T-shirt and crawled into bed, wrapping her knees up to her chest. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, eyes closing.

A single tear slipped out of her eye, and dripped across her nose on to her bed. It was followed by another one, and another as they formed a large wet spot on her sheets. Every emotion she’d been holding, for what felt like her whole life, was pouring out of her eyes, drowning her. Pain wracked her with a loud sob, as she gripped the fabric of her pillow as tightly as she could.

She squeezed her eyes shut, in an attempt to stop the tears but they continued to fall freely. Sleep came easy, tears still on her face and Beau still on her mind.

**************

“Knock knock.” Leighton glanced up from her desk, and was surprised to see Ethan standing in her doorway. She’d only had a few interactions with him but he seemed like a nice guy, which is why she set him up with Ginny in the first place.

“Ethan, hi. What’s up?”

He looked around awkwardly, hands in his pockets “Have you-have you talked to Ginny?”

“Not today, I don’t think she’s here yet. Why?”

“Well Things were going great last night, and then I went to the bathroom and she was gone, and she said she had some kind of emergency or something. I’m just hoping she’s okay?”

Leighton frowned “An emergency? I mean she didn’t say anything to me, but I haven’t talked to her since yesterday. Did something happen?”

He shrugged “I don’t think so. We were talking about your wedding and then she just disappeared.” He looked a little sad standing in her doorway.

“Im sure she had some kind of emergency or something. I’ll talk to her and find out.” Leighton felt another wave of sickness rise in her throat and she covered her mouth. Ethan looked at her concerned.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to call-“

“No I’m fine, I’m just stressed is all. I forgot to eat today. But don’t worry I’ll talk to her.”

“Thanks Leighton. I really like her, and I definitely wanna go out with her again sometime.”

“No problem.”

He gave her a smile and left her office. Ginny was a no show the rest of the day, the receptionist told Leighton she had called in sick.

She pulled out her phone and sent her a message.

Hey, Carol said you were sick today? Do you need anything? How was your date last night?

The typing bubble appeared and then disappeared several times before she answered.

Hey, no I’m good just a cold but thanks❤️ The date went great, I had a good time. He didn’t bring me home till late so I didn’t wanna text you and wake you. I’ll fill you in Monday. Lets do lunch?

Sure. Hope you feel better. Get lots of rest and let us know if you need us.

Something was up.

She had the strangest feeling as she made her way home, and entered the apartment. Mat was sitting on the sofa, and tipped his head back and smiled at her.

“Hey babe. How was work? Im surprised your home this-“ he stopped when he looked at her. She was pale and sweaty, dark circles under her eyes.

“I only went in for a few hours. It was fine-What?”

“Did you eat today?”

Leighton set her purse down and turned to him slowly, chewing on her lip “I forgot. I’m sorry.” Mat sighed and shook his head but she continued talking “Ethan came by my office today.”

“Ethan? The guy Gin went out with?”

“Yeah. He said she left suddenly because of an emergency.”

“What kind of an emergency?”

“I don’t know. But she told me she had a good time and that he brought her home late, and now she said she’s sick.” Leighton wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned on the arm of the sofa.

Mat frowned “That’s very…odd.”

“Did she seem weird to you? The past couple days she just seems off.”

“I guess. Ginny is moody though so I haven’t really thought anything of it. Maybe it’s just stress. She’s been pretty upset about all this wedding stuff. And it seems like she isn’t the only one.” He reached up to touch her forehead “Do you need to see a doctor?”

“I know, but there’s something else. I can’t put my finger on it but something is going on. She’s hiding something from me. And no I’m fine. Just stress, and I think I have a stomach bug.”

“What would she be hiding? You guys know everything about each other. I didn’t think you kept secrets. I’m sure that’s all it is, but if it continues then you should see a doctor. Okay?”

“We don’t…usually.”

Mat pursed his lips, eyebrows coming together “Do you want me to try and talk to her? She might not tell you if it’s wedding stuff because she wants to keep you stress free.”

“Okay. That would be great. Thank you.” She leaned forward to kiss him and then smiled “I’m going to go change.” He stared at her pointedly until she added “And eat something.”

************

Knock knock

Ginny opened her apartment door at 7:30 that evening to find Beau leaning on the other side.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She said leaning her head on the door. She was wide eyed, staring at him with an unreadable expression “What are you doing here?”

“I don’t know. I just thought maybe I wanted to see you is all.” He reached forward and let his finger slide across her shoulder to untangle a lock of hair from her tank top strap. A trail of goosebumps bloomed across her skin as his finger slid down, and gripped her wrist “Unless you want me to leave.”

She shook her head and opened the door wider, hand slipping into his as she pulled him inside the door, closing it just as he pressed his lips to hers.

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[navybrat817]

Sentence prompt: “Are you serious? Here? Now?” with Bucky 😏

Here and Now

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky warned you to cancel movie night, but you didn’t listen. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (female receiving), Bucky is a giver.

18+ Please!!! This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

Lovely, you are always so supportive and this was a much needed distraction. Enjoy!

You got lucky with Bucky Barnes. Not only was he a good man, and you'd fight anyone who said otherwise, he was an observant boyfriend. He realized long before you did how quickly you seemed to crash on Saturdays. "Social jet lag" was what he told you. Too many late nights and early mornings during the work week. You didn't even know it was a thing, but he researched it because he cared.

So he tried to talk you out of the team movie night when the next weekend rolled around. He wanted you to relax and not worry about anything else. You argued against it. You promised everyone it would happen and you didn't want to reschedule. It was difficult enough to get the entire team together outside of missions.

Pouting should not have looked adorable on Bucky, but it did. You were tempted to kiss it away as everyone sat down for the first film, but you settled for taking his hand under the blanket. You knew if you kissed him, you wouldn't stop. If anyone ever asked, it was his fault that your urges were so strong. He was just so kissable and attractive and sweet and...you couldn't even remember the movie you were watching.

After a few minutes, he let go of your hand to wrap it around your shoulders. You smiled as he pulled you closer, feeling him rest his other hand on your thigh. The action seemed harmless enough until he moved it up inch by inch. Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, you silently dared him to go further. As if he read your mind and accepted the challenge, the hand effortlessly dipped into the front of your pants. The arm around your shoulders kept you from jumping off the couch. You didn’t think he’d actually do anything, but you should have known better. The gorgeous punk.

"Are you serious?" you hissed. "Here? Now?”

"Why not?" he smirked. That cocky smirk that you could never resist, even when you tried. And you tried every fucking time. That was what you told yourself as your legs fell open. Again, his fault for making you insatiable. You were innocent in all of this...as innocent as you could be.

“You are not going to get me off with our friends around,” you whispered.

“Yes, I am,” he whispered back confidently, gently rubbing you through your panties. “A shame we didn’t cancel movie night.”

Fuck, it felt so good. It always did with him, but surrounded by your friends...knowing that they were probably aware of what he was doing to you and having the courtesy to not say anything...it sent an unexpected thrill through you.

"You want me to stop, doll?" he asked against your ear, moving the fabric aside to slip a finger into your wet channel. "The way you're clenching around me says you don't."

Your hips rocked on their own accord, the true beginning of your surrender. "No...please don’t stop."

"Good girl. Fuck, you're so wet for me. Bet I'd slide right in if I put you in my lap."

“Bucky,” you tried to whisper, the word coming out more like a moan as he kept going.

"Maybe I should put you there...have you warm my cock while you try to watch the movie. How many times would you come for me before the credits rolled?"

Your eyes slipped shut, but the image of him impaling was now in your mind. It frightened you in the beginning by how easily he ruined you, but you ruined him, too. You were his doll, his everything, and he was your man. You knew no one else would ever compare. “Please,” you breathed, turning your face toward his.

“You want that? Maybe you’ll pass out by the time I’m done. Get that sleep you need while I’m still buried inside you,” he whispered as your breathing got heavier, his lips so close to yours when he slid another finger in. He didn’t kiss you though, as much as you wanted him to.

You gripped his arm as he moved faster, shivering when you felt one of his veins. The feel of it instantly made you think of the vein on his cock that you memorized with your tongue. Your mouth watered as you tried not to make a sound. You felt like you were floating in the ocean, the waves of pleasure stronger with each thrust and curl of his fingers. Your body was no longer your own, but it never was. It was his. Always his.

“Open your eyes,” he sighed, his thumb circling your clit. How you didn’t scream was both impressive and shocking. “You always look so beautiful when you come. I want to see it.”

“Bucky...god, please,” you begged, letting him see in your eyes how much you needed him.

“Come,” he whispered, taking your lips in a deep kiss as you surrendered completely. He smothered your cry with his tongue, falling to pieces as you locked around him. For a moment, you thought you’d melt into the couch as you came back to yourself.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, giving you another gentle kiss as he removed his hand. The lights from the screen moved along his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. The sight made you clamp around nothing.

“As fun as that was, I didn’t think this film would come with extra surround sound,” Tony said from his chair, keeping his eyes on the movie. “Get out and take Capsicle with you. I think you excited the old man.”

“Tony!” Steve argued, though he did shift a bit in his seat.

“Tell us how the movie is,” Bucky said unapologetically as he stood up. You should’ve been embarrassed, but seeing the tent in his pants outweighed that quickly. “C’mon, doll,” he added softly, picking you up to carry you.

You heard everyone wish you a good night, knowing they wouldn’t see you for the rest of the evening. Sam might have whistled, too. “You did that on purpose,” you teased as he took you to bed.

“I did,” he admitted proudly, settling on top of you once he placed you on the mattress. “You still had the movie night and now you can get some much-needed rest...after I get at least one more orgasm from you.”

You moaned as he pressed his clothed erection against you. “Thank you.”

"For what?”

"For just...knowing what I need and showing that I matter,” you answered. It meant so much to you.

"I'll spend the rest of my life showing you how much you matter."

You pulled him down for a tender kiss, smiling when you leaned your head back. “Does that include getting me off in front of our friends?”

“That was just a warmup,” he smirked. “You should see what I have planned for Steve’s birthday.”

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.  

---

“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.  

~

“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.  

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.  

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

~

“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

---

“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

---

“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push. 

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

---

You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.  

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came.  “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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Summary: Being away from Boba for two weeks turns out to be harder than you had anticipated. (Part 5 of Midnight Special)

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.5k

Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom/sub relationship, phone sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, also some pining?

It is time for more hot dad!Boba! I am so excited to share this chapter with you because yes we get some very nice filth but these two idiots are also finally starting to really talk and it makes me very soft. As always, big shout out to @ayybtch for enduring my thirsting for hot dad!Boba. I hope you all have an amazing start into the week and let me know what you think of this chapter!

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At first, you had thought that you wouldn’t notice Boba was gone because you had already seen him on Thursday. That should technically tide you over for a week, right? You never met more frequently than that anyway and until now you never felt like there had been any reason to. A little anticipation never hurt anybody.

But as Saturday rolled around, the sun shining through your bedroom windows, you knew you had been wrong.

Very, very wrong.

Because suddenly you had a whole day all to yourself and no Boba to look forward to. You wanted nothing more than to meet him again, to feel that warm feeling in your belly when you got your groceries, knowing you did not have to plan for dinner nor breakfast the next day.

Except for a short text on Friday morning (“Flight was delayed but I am in my hotel now. Have a good day, little one.”) Boba hadn’t texted you at all and the more time passed the more insecure you grew about texting him. Maybe he was so busy he just did not have the headspace to talk to you? To think of you?

And why was it then so difficult for you to not think of him when he could spend an entire weekend not talking to you?

You groaned, rolling out of bed and grabbing for an all too familiar flannel to throw on over some leggings.

This weekend would suck. Big time.

*

“Are you even listening to me?”

You flinched and finally looked up from your phone. (Unread Messages: 0) Nat had her chin perched on your cubicle wall again, red hair spilling over her shoulders as her dark eyes pierced you to your soul. Her eyebrows were knotted together and she was chewing pink gum, the colour popping between her teeth now and then.

“You look like you did not get any sleep at all,” she finally said, eyeing you with concern, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you shook your head, forcing yourself to smile, your hand tightening around your phone, “It’s just been a long weekend.”

“It certainly looks like it,” she joked, pointedly looking at the device in your hands, “Did the mysterious bar guy have anything to do with it?”

Yes, but not in the way you think, you wanted to say but decided against it. Instead, you managed a tight-lipped smile and let your phone slip into your bag. “No, uh, no, it was just a weird few days is all. How was your weekend?”

“Fun!” she exclaimed, “I tried out goat yoga with a few friends. You should really come join us next time, you know, I bet you’d have fun.”

“That sounds good,” you smiled and this time you meant it. Natalie seemed like the kind of person that you could steal horses with and the more you talked to her the more comfortable you felt in her presence. She seemed like she could become a really good friend.

“You know, I was wondering,” she started, blowing a bubble before popping it, “I know you’re kind of new here and my family is having this huge BBQ the weekend after next and they invite a whole bunch of people – extended family, neighbours, that kind of thing – you want to come?”

You gaped at her, waiting for her to tell you it was a joke, but she seemed dead serious and it made your heart jolt. She was really inviting you to spend time with her and even after all the times you had declined her invitations.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you swallowed, quickly nodding before she could interpret it as something else, “Yeah, that sounds lovely. Should I bring anything?”

Nat smiled, obviously happy that you had agreed, “Nothing but your happy self,” she chirped, “Don’t you worry about a thing, I’ll text you the details.”

You smiled, watching her leave and your eyes fell to your phone again, nestled between your charger and your wallet. The screen was still black.

And it was only Monday.

*

Your companions for a Wednesday night were called Ben and Jerry Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream as you sulked over the fact that you could not keep your feelings in check. Whenever you seemed to have just a minute to yourself, your thoughts wandered to an older man and the way his hands and lips and body made you feel like you were experiencing parallel universes.

And the more time passed, the more you thought about his voice, his smile, his humour, the way he seemed to care about you and take care of you whenever he had the chance.

Fran Fine’s Mr Sheffield! ripped you out of your thoughts and your eyes fell to the spoonful of ice cream in your hands. With a sigh, you took a spoonful and let it melt over your tongue, the combined taste of chocolate and brownies offering a little refuge from your stormy thoughts.

You could not help but wonder what Boba was doing. There was a bit of a time difference so surely, he was asleep by now, maybe after a business dinner or two, and quite obviously not wasting a single thought about you.

Why couldn’t you do that too?

Tired of feeling miserable you made the untypical decision to put the half-finished pint of ice cream back into the freezer. Better to save that ice cream for a day where you could appreciate the taste instead of wallowing in self-pity.

With the freezer door closed, you turned around with a deep breath, taking in your apartment. There was the laundry basket on your dinner table turned work desk by the window and your couch fully laden with the weight of all the outfits you had tried on that had not found their way back into your wardrobe yet. And it all was illuminated by the blue-tinged light of your TV.

The only thing missing was All By Myself playing in the background and you would make a great rendition of Bridget Jones’s opening scene.

But before you could laugh about your own joke (and misery) you were caught off guard by a strange buzzing sound that had you pausing. You frowned, walking over to your phone where it was charging on your nightstand.

Boba Fett is calling.

Your eyes grew wide and before you knew what you were doing, you had pulled your phone from the charger and held it to your ear, “Hello?”

“Hello, little one.”

Something about hearing his deep voice again instantly made you feel better. All the tension melted from your shoulders and you were grinning so widely, your cheeks would start to hurt at any moment, you were sure. “Hi.”

“Am I calling at a bad time?”

Your eyes went to the lonely spoon on the coffee table and the muted TV, The Nanny still running on loop. You did not even want to think about what season you were on now.

“Not at all,” you sighed, “Actually … I was thinking about you.”

“You were?” he sounded pleased, the tone making your heart skip a beat, “Guess what I was thinking about you too.”

“Yeah?” you grinned, sitting down on the plush mattress, “What about me?”

“I am not sure the kind of thoughts I am having should be talked over on the phone, little one,” he warned you deeply and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Your whole body was on alert, suddenly noticing the absence of him for so many days and

“Oh, those are the best thoughts to say over the phone though,” you protested although your heart sped up in anticipation. You had never actually had phone sex before but the thought had always intrigued you – and who better to try it out with than Boba?

“If you must know, I was just about to take care of myself when I was thinking about how your mouth feels so much better than my hand,” he revealed, “And then I got hard just thinking about how tight your pussy is around me.

“Oh stars,” you breathed, leaning back against the pillows as you felt heat shoot up your cheeks – a little from embarrassment and a lot from arousal – and wetness between your thighs, “Are – Boba, are you touchingyourself right now?”

There was a little shuffle on the other side of the phone and you could hear him take a deep breath before a low groan filled your ears, “Now I am. Listening to your voice and imagining that it’s your hand instead of mine. Are you on your bed?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Yes.”

“Are you naked?”

“No.”

“Can you undress for me little one?” he asked, an edge to his voice that you knew came from him trying to keep a moan from getting out, “Want you to touch yourself while we’re talking. Is that okay?”

“Sure, just let me –“ quickly you put the phone down, shimmying out of your pyjama shorts and throwing your sleep shirt to the laundry basket before crawling back onto the bed. You had changed the sheets this morning and nothing felt nicer than fresh sheets on bare skin. Except, maybe, for having Boba having there with you.

“I’m back,” you breathed, your hand raising your phone to your ear. You were already breathless from excitement, your chest heaving and your nipples pebbling from the sudden cool air. For a moment you thought about slipping under the covers but then you thought about what it would be like to have his eyes roaming over you, how he would praise you for your confidence and you decided against it.

“Did you touch yourself since I left?” he asked, his breath coming heavy, and you squeezed your thighs together. You let your free hand drift over your collarbone, closing your eyes and imagining he was right there with you.

“Yes,” you confirmed, your hand running over your belly down to your thighs, “Once. But it didn’t feel as good as you did.”

He chuckled before sharply inhaling and your thighs clenched as you imagined him in front of you, pumping his shaft in his big hand. You could practically taste the precome on his tip, your walls fluttering at the thought of having him in your mouth again.

“Of course, it didn’t,” he replied, “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t my cock filling you up or my fingers making that little pussy clench. I know that little pussy of yours, princess,” he growled and your heart stopped, “No one can make you come like I do. Not even you.”

“Boba,” you gasped, your thumb and forefinger rolling your nipple, pinching slightly in a way that you knew only he had done previously.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he instructed, a low moan leaving him, “I want you to come when I do, little one. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “Stars, yes, I want that Boba. M-missed you so much.”

“Miss you too, princess,” he groaned, “Miss seeing the way your pussy grips around me. That look in your eyes when you come around my cock again and again,” you both took a deep breath, memories washing over you and you swallowed, “Go on, is that pussy wet for me?”

You did as he told you, slowly testing the wetness between your thighs and sighing when you felt how slick you were. “’m really wet,” you admitted, circling a single finger over your clit, “Boba, I want – please, I need –“

“Ask nicely and I might just allow you to put a few fingers in that greedy pussy of yours,” he rumbled, immediately recognizing what you needed. Faint wet sounds could be heard, rhythmically and you felt a new rush of wetness drip around your folds. You remembered the image he offered as he had stroked himself in front of you in the motel, the pure image of dominance and sex appeal.

“Please, Boba,” you whimpered, “Can I touch myself?”

“Yes, you can,” his voice was hoarse and you smiled, your fingers immediately swiping between your folds, “Work yourself open for me. What are you thinking about?”

“You,” you replied truthfully, your hips bucking against your fingers working your clit, “It’s always you.”

“I know it is,” he cooed, “But what are you thinkingabout? Use your words, little one.”

You were so wet that your finger slipped inside you without resistance. Still, you took great care to go slow, swiping your thumb over your clit as you slowly started to grind your hips against your hand. The heat in your cheeks was unbearable as you smacked your lips, trying to think of what to say.

There were so many images and thoughts coursing through your mind, your heart beating in your chest and your walls clenching around your fingers as you focussed on the low sound of his breathing. You imagined him in a big bed, one of those fancy hotel ones, leaning back against the headboard as he pumped his shaft, his chest moving with his movements, a light sheen of sweat on his skin.

“I’m thinking of what you look like,” you brought out, almost shyly, “When – when we had those toys and you sat in front of me and you were right in front of me.”

“Oh, I remember that,” he mused, “You were so good for me that day, letting me fuck your throat and the way you knelt in front of me,” he groaned, “Stars you were so desperate to have my cock in your mouth.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded quickly, gasping as your thumb flicked over your clit, “I wan-wanted to please you so bad, Boba, it was so hot, oh kriff, I – I love it when you’re rougher with me. Always make me feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he gasped, clearly out of breath now and you could hear his movements get quicker, your hand soon following suit. You wanted to pinch your nipples, wanted to play with your tits some more but you also needed to hold your phone up and you did not have the heart to put it on speaker. Like this, it felt like Boba was right next to you, his mouth by your ear as he whispered the filthiest things to you. “Bet you’re already close, aren’t you? Almost a whole week without me fucking you, princess, that must’ve taken its toll on you.”

It was almost scandalous, the way he made you feel so very shameless and you added a second finger, relishing in the way it stretched you out. Two of your fingers were nothing in comparison to him but for the moment it was enough. “Keep talking,” you gasped, lifting your hips off your bed to meet that angle that worked wonders for you, your muscles already protesting, “Keep talking. Boba, please.”

“’m close too,” he grunted, “Keep imagining you in front of me, where I would put my come. Your mouth or your pussy or,” a low groan that made you clench around your fingers, “Maybe just right on those pretty tits. Stars, I love your tits, princess. I know you like me making a mess of you. It makes you feel a little dirty doesn’t it, letting a man twice your age fuck you whichever way he pleases and filling you to the brim.”

You nodded, a breathless Uh-huh leaving you as your hand sped up, feeling already so veryclose to the edge. “Love it,” you mumbled, “Love you fucking me so much.”

“Don’t you worry, when I’m back I have a new toy for you to try out,” he revealed, his voice sounding more strained, a tick that told you he was close as well, closer than he wanted to admit, “one that will require me making a mess of you – in you.”

Your eyes opened wide in surprise as your mind provided several ideas of what this new toy could be – each one filthier than the last – but it was the idea of having him back – of seeing and feeling him again so soon – that pushed you over the edge.

“Boba, I’m coming,” you threw your head back, your thumb furiously rubbing over your clit as your walls clamped around your fingers. There was an approving groan on his side, followed by some surely encouraging words but you could not hear him, your body so focussed on the sensation of how it felt rather than what was happening around you.

For some reason, this orgasm took more out of you than usual. Your hearing felt muffled and you had to keep your eyes closed for a few moments longer. Somewhere along the way you had let go of your phone, the little device softly landing on your pillow next to your head and you only barely heard his low groan as Boba came in a hotel room hundreds of miles away from you.

Blindly you reached for the box of tissues on your nightstand, cleaning your fingers as best as you could. From across the room, you spotted the muted episode of The Nanny continuing and you smiled. The tension of the last few days had melted away from you and had been replaced by a pleasant warmth all throughout your body. Your legs still felt kind of limp as you sat up, pulling the blanket over your now quickly cooling body before reaching for the phone.

He was still on the line when you came down from your high. He did not say anything outright but you could hear his breathing and the way he shifted sometimes. You smiled, turning on your side and letting the air cool your body down.

“So … that was a first,” you whispered into the phone, your throat feeling tight still, “Thank you, Boba.”

He still sounded out of breath and you could almost feel the warmth of his chest against your cheek, knowing he would pull you into a hug if he were here. “Thank you, little one. I really needed that.”

Your heart skipped a beat at that admission. He said he needed that. He needed that you as you had needed this. Stars, you knew you should not read too much into it but it felt like you had thrown your heart at his feet already and every time he said something like this it just made you want to offer him more.

Realizing that you had smiled at the ceiling for quite some time now you quickly cleared your throat, “So, uh, how’s Hawaii?”

“Boring without you,” he replied, “Next time I think I just might have to take you with me.”

“That’s what I want to hear,” you joked, shuffling your feet under the blanket, “But I am serious, Boba. Is – Are they nice to you?”

Even through the hearer, the low chuckle he let out made shivers appear on your skin, “Little one, how much older am I than you? You should not need to be worrying about me.”

“But I do,” you mumbled, feeling bashful because you knew your heart was not supposed to feel this soft for a mere fling, “I know we only ever meet to … you know … but I��d like to think that we’re friends. And friends care about each other.”

It was silent on his side and you froze, your heart starting to race out of your chest. Had you said something wrong? Was this already too much? Had you crossed the invisible line and made things awkward now and he regretted calling you?

“I care about you too,” he said, finally, and you swore there was a softness in his voice that you had never heard before, “I am sorry I did not call earlier. I know you said I could text but I wasn’t sure if it would be okay.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “I wasn’t sure if it was a serious offer. It made me think of what this is between us and the answer is that,” he paused, “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s between us.”

It made your breath catch in your throat, the way he was so open with you. You knew it must take him a lot of courage to do that. He had always sounded so sure before, cocky almost in the way he had flirted with you. But this seemed to be new territory even for him and it somehow relieved you, this even playing field.

“To be honest I am not so sure either,” you confessed, swallowing harshly, “But – But I like seeing you and I like talking to you. I really do.”

“Me too, princess,” Boba said and you could hear more shuffling, “So … you would be okay with me texting you?”

“And calling,” you added with a smile, turning to lay on your side, “I really missed hearing your voice.”

“I gotta remember that for when I see you again,” he chuckled on the other side, “But for now, I will let you sleep. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you yawned, “Good night, Boba.”

“Sweet dreams, little one.”

*

After that night, you woke up every day to a new text message from Boba. Sometimes it was a simple Good morning, other times he sent you a picture of the beach he had been to that day. It was nothing extraordinarily romantic or flirty but it still made your heart fly in your chest because it meant he was thinking of you.

In turn, you sent him texts about your day, wishing him success with his meetings and telling him about your quarrels with Brenda from marketing and listening to him complain about the ‘overeager and incompetent’ colleagues he had to face (“More like ‘keep in check’, little one.”) at the conference.

You only noticed several days later that none of the things you had sent each other were meant to lead to sexual activities.

You just liked talking to each other.

*

“A good and wonderful Wednesday to you all,” someone screamed in your ear, “We officially made it to the middle of the workweek. Clara, what can you tell us about the traffic?”

“Well, Michael, rush hour is well underway with traffic jams on the –“

Your hand landed on your alarm clock before finding its way back to your face, covering your eyes. You groaned. Why did it always have to be so early?

Technically, of course, you knew why. But that did not take away from the pure annoyance you felt when you had to get up every day before you wanted to.

But what didn’t you do for money?

A buzzing alerted you to a new text message and you smiled. You had the sneaking suspicion the last few days that Boba somehow noticed your daily routine and sent his text messages accordingly. Why else would he send you a good morning message every day at exactly 7 am?

With that love-struck smile on your face that you knew wouldn’t go away until you spotted your first Brenda email of the day, you reached for your phone, your display already lighting up.

Boba Fett: Thought of you today.

Boba Fett sent one (1) attachment.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you did not think of anything as you opened the chat, the video he sent you quickly loading. But when the first frame was displayed, you knew exactly what kind of video he had sent you.

Because there, right in front of the camera, was Boba’s hand jerking himself off slowly. The camera was a bit shaky and you did not blame him. You spotted a drop of precome, his thumb swiping over his flushed tip and there was that vein you liked to trace with your tongue and his hand looked so big and –

A low groan came from the video, lower and deeper even than what you were used to from him but there was no mistaking. This was Boba.

Was that what he sounded like in the mornings? By the stars, if you thought his normal bedroom voice would be the death of you, this was a whole other level.

The video stopped and before you knew what you were doing, you clicked play again. This time you forced yourself to take in all the other little details. In the background, you could spot the cream carpets of the room and he was still dressed, his unbuttoned white dress shirt around his wrist.

His tanned hand was working his cocks slowly, clearly putting on a show for you and by the stars was it working.

You felt giddy, like you had done something forbidden, broken the rules even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. With a look at the clock (stars, you really needed to get going) you opened the chat window.

You: How am I supposed to wait three whole days for you to come back when you send me videos like this?! 🥵

Boba Fett: I am sure you will be able to think of something to pass the time, little one.

*

You liked to think that it was all Boba’s fault.

He had been the one to send you that video, after all, the one that you could

Because now it was Friday evening and you were on your bed on all fours, chest pressed against the sheets with your hips in the air as you watched that video again and again. And how could you not? Boba knew exactly how to put himself in scene and he also knew what piqued your interest. And this certainly did.

After almost two weeks away from him, it was like your body was just ready for him in every way. It was so easy to imagine that he was the one doing the things to you. You imagined it was him as your nipples rubbed against the cool fabric of your sheets. You imagined it was him as you worked yourself open with your fingers – first one, then two, then (finally and with lots of patience) three that already had you close to coming. And you imagined it was him as you replaced your fingers with the rabbit vibrator you had bought years ago.

You gasped, your hips twitching as you switched it on, the sensation almost too much. You wanted to close your eyes so badly, wanted to focus on the sensation deep in your core but the video playing in front of you had you enraptured. The way his hand wrapped around his shaft, how gravelly his voice sounded, how you knew how heavy he would feel like in your hand.

A low chuckle brought you out of your thoughts, the sound all too familiar and you froze, your walls still clamping around the fake shaft inside you. Your chest heaved with the effort to keep your hand from moving. Your body was screaming for you to keep going, to keep getting closer to that edge you had been working towards.

“Boba,” you gasped, spotting the man leaning against your doorframe, “Y-You’re back!”

He chuckled, his eyes roaming over your body before landing on your phone in front of you. “I am,” he nodded to the array of toys strewn about the bed, “Now … Are you gonna let me play with you, little one?”

So yeah, it was really all just his fault.

#maybege writes #boba fett x reader #boba fett x fem!reader #smut

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 7

Alan was due in court at 9am Jake and Astrid had just arrived when Alan was being brought into the court. He got taken down to the hiding cells where he would stay until he was called up to see the judge. Jake and Astrid had submitted everything to the judge to go over. They had all the evidence there was no way Alan was walking out of the court on bail. A few hours had passed and Alan had been called up to the courtroom. Jake and Astrid had taken their seats and Alan got brought into the courtroom by two officers.

The judge went over the evidence Alan tried to plead his case but the judge wasn't having any of it. He told Alan that he would be remanded until his court date which was set for a couple of weeks. Alan went mad slamming his hands down onto the bench,kicking and screaming. The two officers quickly grabbed hold of him and took him back down to his holding cell. As Alan was being dragged away he shouted something out.

Alan: tell Cleo I will be with her soon and that I love her very much.

Jake: come on Astrid let's get out of here and go tell the girls the good news

They both left the court and headed for the coffee shop. The morning rush had just finished so the girls were free to talk.

MC: Hey, how did the court case go?

Jake: He's been remanded so he ain't getting out any time soon

Astrid: He wasn't happy about it tho he started screaming and shouting

Cleo: I hope he rots in there after what he's done

Jake: Well after his outburst it's really not looking good for him

They carried on talking for a while until it was time for Jake and Astrid to leave, as they were leaving Richy was just coming in to grab a coffee.

Richy: Hey guys

MC: Hey Richy, you want your usual?

Richy: please, how did the court case go this morning?

Astrid: he got remanded

Richy: that's amazing news, Cleo I bet your relieved about that

Cleo: more than you know, I feel like I can finally breathe again

MC: it will all be over soon

Richy: When does the trail start?

Jake: Not for a couple weeks yet I will know in the next couple days when they set the date

Richy: if you guys need any help you know where I am

MC: thanks Richy

Astrid: You want to meet up tonight Richy?

Richy: I'd love to, why don't I pick you up from work say around 6pm?

Astrid: Perfect see you then

Jake: MC do you want to come over to mine tonight?

MC: yeah I'd love to

Jake: Cleo you are welcome to come

Cleo: thank you for the offer but I'm going to pass, I've got a bottle of wine and a bubble bath with ny name on it

Just as the others were leaving the lunch time rush was starting, everyone in duskwood loved coming in to grab a slice of cake and a coffee. As the weekend was coming up Jake had something special planned for MC he had bought a bottle of wine and had bought all the ingredients for making MCs favorite food.

Cleo's POV

I feel like I can finally breathe again. It's like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This nightmare will soon be over and Alan will remain behind bars. I can't help but think why he didn't just come forward and tell me. Why did he have to play these games with me? Why did he have to scare me like this? Did he really think that I would fall in love with him?

I can't help but wonder what if, what if things had been different I could have ended up with him. I could have ended up in his clutches and not be able to get out of the relationship. I have to be thankful that he's now safely behind bars.

Now that he's in prison I can focus on my new recipes that I want to make. I know everyone will love the rainbow cookies. I also have a new recipe for pyramid cakes. I even bought some small pyramid cake modules so I can get the right shape.

The next day Jake dropped MC off at the shop and kissed her goodbye, he told her he would come by later once he got the phone call about the court date. It felt like the longest day waiting for the call but around 2pm Jake's phone rang. The date had been set for 2 weeks from today as Jake put the phone down and it rang again. It was from the prison Alan was in hospital that he had been found in his cell beaten up.

Astrid and Jake rushed over to the hospital. Alan was lying in a bed and he had a swollen eye and a broken arm. It was clear why Alan had been beaten up all because he was an ex police officer in prison. He refused to pull some strings for a prison inmate to get him off some charges.

When Alan refused the inmate went mad and beat Alan up, he was later found by one of the prison guards. The inmate that had beaten him up had been arrested and taken for questioning.

The doctors told Jake and Astrid Alan will make a full recovery, his eye will be swollen for some time but he will regain the sign back in it. Alan will have to have his arm in a cast for 12 weeks. Astrid and Jake left the hospital and went back to the station; there wasn't much they could do at the hospital.

Astrid: Are we going to have to expect this all the time now?

Jake: He's an ex police officer, it inmates find out and it clearly hasn't taken long it is a possibility

Astrid: Does he really deserve all this?

Jake: I know what he's done is wrong I find myself not being able to answer that question

Astrid: I get it, I really do I guess we better tell the others

Jake: let's go round I told MC we would stop by and let them know what's happening

MC: What's going to happen now?

Astrid: Alan will be taken back to prison once his arm as been cast

Jake: He will be out into solitary confinement for a few days

Cleo: I don't know what to think about all this. Am I still safe?

Astrid: Don't worry Cleo you are more than safe he as two prison guards with him and one is handcuffed to him

Cleo: I somehow feel a little better now

While they were talking Jake got a phone call from the prison, Alan had somehow managed to escape from the hospital. Officers are out searching for him now he won't have gotten too far with his swollen eye and broken arm.

The colour drained from Jake's face as he knew he had to break the news to Cleo.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #coffee shop romance #coffee shop #alan bloomgate #duskwood cleo

[bokutosworld]

convenience store stranger | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x f!reader  word count, genre: 2.1k words, college au. fluff. another meet cute story lol.  warning: none  summary: in which your late shifts become less boring and more interesting when a cute stranger stumbles in at 2 AM.  a/n: my first time writing for suna god im scared but i really liked how this turned out!! 

The first time he meets you happens on one of his late night convenience store runs. It was exams season and Suna’s been pulling all-nighter after all-nighter. To say he was exhausted would’ve been an understatement. 

He’s barely making it through on the third night and if he didn’t take a break soon, he was sure he’d have passed out on his desk. With his mind hazy from reading too many words and trying to understand a semester’s worth of lessons in one night, he decides to stand up and get some fresh air. 

Which is how he found himself currently standing at aisle four of the only convenience store that was still open near his apartment. He scans the rack for something that can wake him and his brain up. He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing but he could definitely feel eyes burning holes in the back of his head. 

He settles on a pack of jelly sticks and a cup of spicy instant noodles and heads towards the counter. You mutter a greeting when he reaches the cashier and begin scanning his items. 

When he hands over the cash for payment, your fingers brush with his cold ones, making you recoil harshly as if he was repulsing.

“Something wrong?” He laughs when he sees your reaction. “I know I look like a mess now but I won’t bite you.” He bends his knees slightly, tilting his head to get a look at your embarrassed face.

“No, I’m sorry.” You avoid his intense gaze, continuing to pack his purchase. When you look at him, he’s still staring with his piercing eyes that it almost takes your breath away. 

Shaking your head to bring yourself to reality, you give him his items. “Your hands felt cold and I was just shocked.” You feel that same electricity sparking between you again when he takes the bag from you. “I.. well.. thank you. Have a great evening.”

“It’s 2 AM,” Suna chuckles and you sigh before correcting yourself and bowing to him in goodbye. “See you around,” he shouts over his back as he walks out the door. It was the first time he saw you in that store and he was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. 

The second time he’d actually planned it according to your shift. If his past trips to the store were anything to go by, he’d learned that you always took the evening shift. It was something he discovered after being called out by your co-worker on the third time that he restlessly looked around the store during a visit. 

He should be on his bed, phone in his hand as he mindlessly scrolled until he fell asleep. But with the memory of his interaction with you lingering on his mind, he wanted to see you.

“Hey, got time for a customer?” He greets the moment he steps inside the empty convenience store. You look up from the book that you were reading and quickly stand to welcome him. “What are you reading?” 

Hiding the book from his view, you retort, “Aren’t you going to buy something?” 

He grins, taking in your tired disposition and the bags that had formed under your eyes before retreating to the shelves. When he returns, he slides over a can of energy drink, iced coffee, and a large bag of chips. 

You assume he’d leave immediately once he’s paid for everything. You certainly didn’t expect him to take out the coffee and give it to you. 

“This is for you.” He opens his own drink and leans by the counter. “Doesn’t it ever get boring here? I mean it’s midnight and you’re alone. I’m betting not many people even drop by at this time.” He faces the door, crossing his arms around his chest and staring at both of your reflections at the glass. 

Worn out from your classes in the day, you take his coffee offering, instantly feeling the rush of caffeine flow through your veins and waking you up. “The job pays relatively well. Besides I can’t really work in the mornings, I have uni.”

“So you’re a college student too.” He turns around and extends a hand out to you. “I’m Suna Rintarou.”

You introduce yourself as you shake hands with him. And as soon as pleasantries were exchanged, he immediately launched into a story about how his earlier day went. He was a natural conversationalist and despite this being your first time talking with him, you didn’t feel an ounce of awkwardness. You didn’t know what it was about him but his presence made you feel comfortable. 

You learned about what he was studying (to your surprise, Psychology), how he spends his weekends playing volleyball (he was a middle blocker and an excellent one at that, he boasted), and how he ended up here during the night he first saw you (the all-nighter went well and he passed all his exams). 

He rips open the chips he bought and offers you some as you lay your story before him. He munches as he listened to you rant about how you loathed your course (Business Management) and the many case studies and papers you had to do each day. He nods his head in understanding as you explain why you needed this part-time job (to pay for apartment fees). 

You were having so much fun in his company that you didn’t notice the time pass by. (He arrived to the store at 12:32 AM. The clock on the wall now reads 2:32 AM). And for the duration of his stay, you were surprised that no one ever came by. He only ever left your side when a taxi driver walked in. 

Suna steered clear from the counter and kept his distance as you did your job. From your peripheral, you could see that he watched you like a hawk from the side and it made you somehow conscious. When the customer exited, you playfully threw a tissue at him, 

“I couldn’t concentrate when you were standing there and looking at me like that!” 

He went back to his position but this time, he leaned close with his hands on the counter. “Like what?"  

Well how could you say to him that you thought he looked effortlessly hot in his sweatshirt and track pants? And was that an adorably messy bedhead? How could you say that you liked the teasing smile that he’d been giving you throughout the night?  

You chuckle and shake your head, “Nothing.” You reach for the book you were reading prior his arrival and took your seat. “Don’t you have classes tomorrow? You should go back.”

“Do you not want me around anymore?” 

“It’s not that, I…”

He cuts you off, “Good, then it’s settled. I’m not going anywhere. I like talking with you too much to go back home. Let me entertain you some more.” He sits down at the chair on one of the tables near the counter and then goes back to chatting with you. 

Since that night, Suna had been scheduling more trips to the convenience store. Sometimes, he’d really only visit to bother you. At times, he’d bring his books and laptop with him so he could work on a paper while you restocked the shelves and cleaned around. On rare occasions, he’d help you out on a business plan and the customers who’d enter the store would be amused at the sight of you and him huddled behind the counter with your serious thinking faces on. 

He’d become a part of your life that it felt unnerving not to have him around on your shifts. And it certainly showed on your face how disappointed and heartbroken you were when consecutive nights passed without his visits. Your co-worker even called you out on it. 

“So where’s the cutie been?” She asked one time when the two of you were at the back lounge while you logged in for your shift. You groan at the nickname she gave him and she laughs at you.

“How would I know?” 

“Don’t you guys talk almost every day and night?”

“Only on nights that he visits me.” You pause, thinking about the possibilities why he could’ve stopped coming. And before you knew it, you were ranting. “God, are we even friends? I don’t know his number. Did he ghost me? Is this considered ghosting? It’s been a week. I’m scared I did or said something.” 

She’s watching you pace around the room. “Maybe he got bored of me. Or maybe he realized I’m not really worth his time and dipped. Sleeping is much better than hanging out with me at 1 AM anyway.”

You’re stopped in your tracks when she suddenly grabs your shoulders. “Overthinking is not a good look on you.” She makes you take deep breaths to calm down. “I’m sure he’s just busy right now. He’ll visit again soon.” 

“I don’t know why I’m being like this.” 

The look she gives you is incredulous, her mouth gaping wide at your statement. “Are you serious?” 

“What?” You ask, not anticipating the next words that would come from her. 

“It’s obvious that you like him.” 

The next time you see him was on campus. You don’t know how long it’s been since he last spent time with you on your shift. (Though if you were counting, you were definitely sure that it’s been two weeks and three days since then.) 

You tried not to think too much about what his absence could mean but the pang in your heart never left. Those two weeks that he didn’t show up allowed you some time to think about your conversation with your friend. You like him. 

Back then, you were too quick to shut down the idea. Denying any ounce of feeling for the boy as you saw him as no more than someone who had too much time on his hands to bother you on your shifts. A good friend is what you specifically used to defend your relationship with him. 

So then why was it that your heart was beating so rapidly as Suna waved at you from across the cafeteria? Why couldn’t you stop smiling as you watched him make his way to your table and sit down beside you?

“Hey there.” He slings his arms around and pulls you for a side hug. “Long time no see.” 

You almost couldn’t hear him over the loud thumping of your heart in your ears. He’s still smiling and waiting for you to reply. “Yeah, been a while. I’ve gotten the peace and quiet back in my shifts.” 

He breaks out in laughter while opening a snack bar. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to stop by. I just came out from a major presentation that I’ve been preparing for during the past weeks. And guess what?” 

You perk your eyebrows at his question. “What?” 

“Our group did great.” He raises a hand for a high-five and you indulge him. “The teacher liked our slides and our analysis of the topic. Ah, I feel so good right now!” He leans back with his hands behind his head, but he suddenly jerks. 

“We should go out!” Suna grabs your hands and looks at you expectantly. “You’re free the whole day tomorrow right? You’re not working the shift? Let’s celebrate. It’s my treat!” 

Feeling overwhelmed by his invitation and his overall excitedness, you laugh and pull back. “Calm down, Suna. I don’t know about tomorrow.” 

“Why? Are you busy?”

“Not really but..” 

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.” He tucks a loose hair behind your ear, leaning close with his voice barely over a whisper, “It’s perfect. I’ve wanted to take you on a date for a long time now.” 

“What?” You stare at him wide-eyed. 

“Come on, you’ve never thought about us?” He finds the situation entertaining. Your flustered reaction reminds him of the night that he met you. 

“Why do you think I’ve been coming to the convenience store when I could be sleeping at that time? I like being around you. My day doesn’t feel complete if I don’t at least see you or tell you about my day or listen to you rant about the latest episode of your favorite series.”

You like him. 

“Go out with me.” He kisses the back of your hand. “Please?” 

The corners of your lips unconsciously curves up and Suna sends your heart doing somersaults when he says something about how he’s finally got to see the beautiful smile he’s been wanting to see for weeks. 

Your friend was right. You do like him.  

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