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liathgray · 1 year
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Im begging you to tell me about the au
SLAMS MY HANDS ON THE TABLE IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!
Its not super complicated: Splinter never got mutated.
Literally everything else went the same he just never became a rat man. hes just a middle aged 80s celebrity making a comeback and is raising four turtle sons while trying to keep them out of the public eye. Heres the first thing I drew for whats been dubbed the Green Screen AU
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Rest of AU: second, third, fourth
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lavenoon · 10 months
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bh!Eclipse "asked to reach the top shelf" meets "can't reach the lowest cupboards without folding like a paperclip" - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon
Yeah, I mean, there's a reason SI is laughing here after Eclipse "gets on his level" - man's too tall, he'd need to lie down to get close
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But shenanigans are so very fun, so:
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vs
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It's called symbiosis <3
bloodstain fool by naffeclipse and og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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scare-ard--sleigh · 1 year
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one of my favorite cyril songs also includes an incredibly unsubtle, unavoidable piss kink element in the refrain so i can't play it in front of anyone :( it is so hard being me :(
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moinsbienquekaworu · 11 months
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on my way to rito village! :D
Ooooh I haven't been there yet! I've been doing towers because I need my map complete as soon as possible but once I've got them all it's the next stop, I can't wait to go back <3
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strang3lov3 · 11 days
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Chevelle
Summary- (joel miller x virgin!reader) Joel figures out that you’re the one who hit his baby, his precious 1964 Chevrolet Chevelle. He needs you to make it right, but he doesn’t want your money ❤️‍🔥🍆 (5k words)
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Tags- MDNI hot girls can’t drive, implied age gap, virgin!reader, we're calling him tender dark!joel, soft!dom joel, tender dubcon (power imbalance, joel solicits sex from reader, no explicit consent but reader is into it) reader has a luscious bush, Joel walks you through handjobs, blowjobs, fingering, oral, unprotected piv, creampie, come eating, loss of virginity. Joel is clothed and reader is not.
A/N- Writing this is how I spent my spring break. Hope you love it 🩵 Thank you @noxturnalpascal for all of your help editing and your encouragement.
Based on mine and @beefrobeefcal shared prompt where we asked, "What would happen if reader damaged Joel’s vehicle?” Her fic is here and it’s one of my favorite things I’ve read!! Kiki has such a beautiful voice in her writing and I love all the details she adds to her fics.
Pawn shop by @toxicanonymity came to mind when I wrote this story and was a source of inspiration. Also worth a read, I have nothing but love for Tox’s writing 🩷
It’s late when you get off your shift at Tony’s, the shitty Italian restaurant you’ve been working at for far too long. It doesn’t pay much and you’ve considered working a new job to save up and move out of your brother’s house, but you’ve been putting that idea off for a variety of reasons. One of them being Joel. 
Joel’s your neighbor, a sexy, older man you’ve got a certain fondness for. His hair used to be more brown but it’s grayer now, same with the scruff on his face. He’s got sparkling, chocolatey eyes and a sharp nose set above a thick, downturned mustache. He always looks a little dirty when you see him, with dirt caked into his forehead wrinkles and grease smeared along his temple or his jaw. He’s always either fresh off a contracting job or working on his car. He’s got this cute little Chevy he spends his nights and weekends with, a 1964 Chevrolet Chevelle, baby blue.
Joel was one of the first people to welcome you to the neighborhood and even helped you move your stuff into your brother’s house, though helping you implies he let you do any work. Joel offered you a pop from his fridge and then took over entirely, putting both himself and your brother to work moving all of your stuff in. You didn’t lift a finger that day. 
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You can’t seem to pull your eyes from the little green glowing letters on your dash, watching letters and numbers on the screen roll on by. 12:37 A.M. 101.9. Paper Bag - Fiona Apple.  You’re so out of it. You yawn and blink a couple of times, focusing back on the narrow roads of your neighborhood. It’s so poorly lit over here, and it doesn’t help that one of your headlights is out. Joel’s been bugging you to let him fix that, he says it’ll only take five minutes.
You turn onto your street and bam. You’re wide awake now. You just hit something. 
You hit Joel’s car. Joel’s fucking car. What the fuck is it doing on the street? He always has it safely kept in his garage. Oh dear god, the panic is setting in. This is Joel’s baby. You just hit his baby, his pride and joy. 
You can’t even bring yourself to assess the damage you’ve inflicted upon his dear Chevy. Probably dented to shit, but you don’t really wanna know. Instead, you just pull your foot off the brake, press your remote control garage door opener, then pull into your garage as you press your lips together tightly. You’re surprised and relieved to find that there’s hardly a scratch on your own car. Joel won’t know. He won’t.
The next morning, you’re sipping on your coffee as you check your mailbox. Joel’s outside his house, loading up his work truck with some tools and supplies. He waves to you and you wave back, a small stack of mail in your hand. 
“Whose mail you got today, sweetheart?” he calls to you. 
You check the names on some of the letters. “Davidsons’ and Pierces’,” you answer through a chuckle. Joel rolls his eyes and laughs. The incompetent mailman is a running joke amongst yourself, Joel, and your other neighbors. He never seems to deliver anything to the right address, so you and your neighbors are often hand delivering each other your misplaced mail.
You laugh with Joel until you notice his smile disappear. He’s narrowing his eyes on his Chevy. Your heart drops as he steps closer to the vehicle, then pinches his nose in frustration. Fuck. Joel stomps back to his work truck, haphazardly tosses something in the bed and then slams the tailgate. Yeah, he’s fucking pissed. Your neck and your face heat in shame as you quickly run back inside.
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In the two weeks since Joel’s car was hit, he’s been working to repair it tirelessly. He’s ordered a new tail light, since whoever hit his car shattered it and he’s spent a pretty penny ordering the exact shade of baby blue paint to touch up all of the scratches. Joel only trusts himself to touch his car, but the situation necessitates that he’ll have to take it in to a local repair shop to get the dents out. Fucking fantastic. 
When Joel gets off work tonight, he notices he’s got some packages on his doorstep, hoping it’s the shit he ordered for his car. He’ll open them shortly, but he first notices that one of the packages is addressed to you. Go figure, he thinks, chuckling to himself. He walks the package over to your house, noticing your car is parked outside of the driveway. And it’s backed in too, which is odd. Joel assumes your car must’ve been blocking your brother’s, so he probably played musical chairs with your cars to get his out and then backed yours up onto the driveway. You never back your own car in the driveway, and Joel’s pretty sure it’s because you don’t know how. You probably can’t parallel park, either. He’ll have to show you how to do that sometime.
What’s also new is a bit of baby blue paint on your red Honda Civic’s exterior, right by your headlight, the same headlight he’s been nagging you to let him fix. Joel bites the inside of his cheek. Interesting. He knocks on your door, package in hand, but he’s met with no answer. No biggie. He leaves the package on your porch and goes back to your car, inspecting the paint once more. He scoffs in astonishment and walks home. Unbelievable. 
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The next evening, you check your mailbox after forgetting to do so earlier. As always, you never have just your own mail. This time you’ve got Joel’s. You walk it over to Joel’s house with the intention of dropping it off on his porch and going back home, not wanting to bother him as he works on his Chevy but his whistle startles you. “Hey you,” he says. “C’mere.”
“O-oh,” you stutter. “I’m just dropping off your–”
“Yeah, I know. Just c’mere a minute,” Joel says. “Got a fuckin’ bone t’pick with you.”
Your palms are beginning to sweat. He doesn’t know anything. Maybe he just wants some company while he works on his car, it wouldn’t be the first time. But still, there’s something about his tone. You step off of his porch and cut through his lawn to get to his garage. Once inside, you help yourself to a root beer from his refrigerator. Something cold and fizzy and sweet to help you calm your nerves.“Oh, sure, help yourself,” Joel mumbles. He notices your fingers slipping off the tab of the pop can and pulls it from your hands, then opens it for you. He’s wearing a stained Prince and the Revolution t-shirt and a slightly too tight pair of jeans that squeeze his ass just so. His garage is decorated with old license plates, posters, other odds and ends. 
“Thank you,” you whisper. 
Joel says nothing as he walks to his work bench. He pulls a lightbulb out of a cardboard box and waves it in your direction, he’s only a couple of feet from you. “Ordered the wrong bulb,” he tells you. 
You can only nod. You think about maybe making a joke about the mailman screwing it up somehow, but you bite your tongue. You don’t trust yourself not to stutter right now.
“M’sure you saw, my baby here’s all banged up,” Joel puts the bulb back in the box and leans against his work bench, facing you. “Happened a couple weeks ago.”
“Mm,” you hum.
“Hit and run, can you believe that?” 
“No, I can’t. That-that’s terrible.”
“I know it is. And here I thought we had a nice neighborhood…” he trails off before speaking again, “You think you know someone, huh.” 
Someone. So he has someone in mind? “Yeah, it’s terrible…what happened to your car. Can’t believe someone would uh…would do that, knowing how you, your car…yeah. Terrible.”
Joel stares at you for a minute before speaking again, taking note of how you can’t seem to hold eye contact with him. He steps closer to you.
“You wouldn’t know a thing about it, right?”
“Yes,” you answer, quickly realizing your word mishap when Joel raises his eyebrows. “No, yeah. I don’t know–yeah, nothing,” you sip your root beer before fidgeting with the pop tab and shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 
Joel notices. “Squirmin’ an awful lot over there, sweetheart. You got something you wanna tell me?” You shake your head, still playing with the tab on the pop can. Joel removes it from your hand, his fingers gracing over yours before placing it on the workbench. He’s moving closer to you now, matching your pace as you walk backward until the back of your legs hit his car. You gasp, he stands so tall and imposing in front of you. “Easy,” he warns. “You be careful with her.”
“Yeah, I know. Always,” you reply. Your voice is beginning to shake. 
Joel hums at your response. “Not always, though, sweetheart. Think you were pretty careless with my baby a couple weeks ago.” 
The familiar pressure behind your eyes is beginning to build as tears are pricking your waterline, “I don’t know what–”
“Awh, don’t do that. Don’t lie t’me.” 
 The tears spill over. You’re caught. You don’t know how Joel figured out what you did, but he did. “You’ve got a guilty conscience, dontcha?”
You nod before you can speak. “I’m so sorry,” you cry. Sobs begin to wrack your body, your tears now flowing freely. You’re so guilty. You should’ve told Joel what happened that night. It was an accident, and he might’ve been mad, but you’ve probably made it worse for yourself with your dishonesty. “I’m so sorry, Joel, it was late and I was so tired–”
Joel pulls you in a tight embrace, stroking your back with his fingertips. “Shhh, I know. I know,” he whispers in your ear,  “S’okay, sweet girl.” 
“It was so…” you try to explain, choking on your sobs and your sniffles. “So late and d-dark and I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I know. Quit your cryin’, s’gonna be fine,” Joel whispers. He pulls away from you, looking at you with those deep brown eyes of his as he wipes the tears from your face with his thumbs. Know you’ll make it up to me.”
“I will,” you agree quickly. “I’ll pick up some more shifts, Joel, and I’ll save and–”
“Oh, no. Not that. Save your money,” he tells you earnestly. “Somethin’ else,” Your eyes follow Joel when he leaves you for a moment to flip a switch on the wall of his garage. Something in the air changes then, a thick, heavy feeling between you both when he makes his way back to you. “Use your head, sweetheart. How are we gonna make it right?”
Your mouth is dry, your tongue swollen as you pick up what Joel’s putting down. “Let me give ya a hint,” Joel grunts, sucking in his gut slightly as he unbuttons his jeans. He wears no underwear, a thatch of coarse hair littering his skin is what you see when he pulls down his zipper. He grips your wrist and shoves your hand beneath the denim where you feel his package, already half hard. It’s warmer, thicker than you would expect. He feels heavy in your palm, his pubic hair wiry and scratchy against your knuckles. 
He doesn’t tilt his head in confusion at your hesitancy. “Don’t know what to do with all this, do ya?”
You shake your head no. “I’ve never…with anyone, before.”
“S’alright. I’ll walk ya through it all,” Joel says, seemingly unsurprised at the revelation. With your hand still on his cock, Joel pulls himself out of his jeans entirely. He’s harder now. “Like this,” he instructs, bringing your hand to his mouth and spitting in it. A pang of arousal fills your gut at the action. He pushes your hand lower and guides you to wrap your hand around his cock. It feels heavy, warm to the touch, sticky with his sweat and his saliva. Rock hard, but smooth like satin. You admire him, his blushed tip, the prominent veins on his shaft. 
Your breath hitches as Joel takes control, using his strong, weathered hand to guide your own to massage his cock. “You got it,” he encourages, sensing your rigidity. “Tighter,” he instructs, squeezing his hand around yours. You’re slow to gain confidence but he’s patient, doing the work himself for now. “You move your hand all the way up, all the way down my cock,” he tells you. 
You nod in understanding. Joel drops his hand but yours stays stroking his member. He sighs and tilts his head backward as you focus on the task at hand. Without the pressure of intense eye contact, you take the opportunity to admire him, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, the small drops of sweat rolling down his throat. You’re shy when he smiles at you, quickly averting your attention from him and to his cock, watching the way it twitches beneath your hand, where a little bead of precum forms. Experimentally, you swipe your thumb over the tip. “That’s it,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. He ruts his hips into your hips, “Doin’ just fine.”
You stroke his cock like this for a while, gaining confidence in yourself until he stops you suddenly.
 “Is that it?” 
“Is that it,” Joel mocks with a feigned pout. “No, hon. You banged up my baby pretty good. We ain’t quite square yet.”
His leaking cock bounces against his tummy as he approaches his work bench. Your heart pounds as you can’t quite see what he’s reaching for. “Know it’s new to ya,” he says.  “Just listen to me, s’all you gotta do.”
Joel returns to you with a dirty rag in his hand and lays it on the concrete ground, then reaches for your face. He pulls your bottom lip down and lets it go to watch it bounce back up. “Knees,” he whispers, gently pushing you by your shoulders to the ground. The rag he laid on the concrete for your knees is a sweet touch, all things considered. His cock is inches away from your face as he holds it between his thumb, middle, and forefingers. He presses himself to your lips, encouraging you to open your mouth. “Give it a taste,” he instructs you. “An’ you can kiss it too, if you’re feelin’ amorous.” 
You part your lips and tentatively lick the weeping slit of his thick head just once. After a moment, taking in the saltiness of his precome, you lick him a couple more times, gaining confidence quicker than you did using just your spit soaked hand on him. Bigger stripes now, using more pressure. Like Joel advised, you kiss his cock a couple times, each kiss sloppier than the last before swirling your tongue around the tip. You’re learning it all, the softness of his skin, his musky, heady taste. 
“Give me your hand,” Joel says. “Goes right here,” He wraps your hand around the base of his cock, same as before. He places one of his hands on your head, guiding you closer to him, encouraging you to take him deeper now. You do as such, sputtering and choking when you get overzealous and take him too quickly.
Joel chuckles, “Not all at once, sweetheart. Go slow. Try it again.” This time, Joel controls the pace at which you take him. He pushes himself into your mouth and senses when it becomes too much, pauses for you. He pulls his hips back, then rocks back into your mouth, building a slow, shallow pace for you to get used to. 
He’s pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. His tip teases the back of your throat as he whispers, “Little more. Be brave,” You gaze up at him, searching his eyes for some sort of approval. He nods with his brows furrowed. “Do it for me, hon.”
You allow him to fuck himself deeper in your mouth now, your eyes pricking with tears as you gag and sputter on his cock. This time, Joel doesn’t stop himself. He’s grunting, groaning, savoring the warmth of your wet, soft mouth. “So good,” he tells you before tapping your hand, reminding you to put it to use.
What you can’t reach with your mouth, you massage with your hand as you cup his balls with your other. You and Joel work in tandem, him drawing in and out of your mouth as you bob your head and flick your tongue against his shaft. Your jaw is sore with the newness of it all, and just as you’re becoming used to the thickness of his cock between your lips and on your tongue, he pauses. “M’gonna stop you now,” Joel mumbles as he pulls out of your mouth, his eyes focused on your swollen lips and how the string of saliva connected from them to his cock breaks. “S’your turn.”
“My turn?”
“Mhm. It’s etiquette, hon,” Joel says with a grunt, lifting you to your feet. He reaches between your bodies and unbuttons your pants, pushing both them and your underwear down your legs. “Always return the favor.” Joel lifts you slightly, sitting your bare ass on the hood of his car, then pulls your pants off your legs the rest of the way. “Arms up,” he tells you. He lifts your shirt off of your body, unhooks your bra and lets it fall to your lap. You’ve never been so vulnerable, so exposed in front of someone before.  Instinctively, you cover your chest with your arms and cross your legs. 
“You’re shy,” he whispers. Joel drapes your clothing over his shoulder before reaching for your arms, removing them from your chest and placing them on either side of your body. “Stay like this,” He holds your knees next, uncrossing your legs and spreading them wide for his view. 
Joel takes in your body and admires your wet cunt, how your thick curls frame it beautifully. A shiver goes down your spine as his eyes scan the rest of your body before he holds intense eye contact with you as he folds your clothes, placing them in a neat pile next to you on his car. You watch his chest rise and fall with steady breaths as he drops to his knees, situating himself between your thighs.
He presses a sloppy kiss against your inner knee, then another on your other leg. He kisses his way up your inner thigh, nipping at your flesh and soothing the marks with his tongue. He holds your legs firmly apart, knowing your instinct is to shut them when he reaches your cunt, his hot breath fanning over your center. “Wider,” he whispers, “I gotcha.”
The once cool metal of Joel’s car is now hot and slick under your sweaty, trembling palms. Your pulse beats as you look up at the garage ceiling, lacking the courage to look at Joel between your thighs. “Relax for me,” he tells you. You try. 
You gasp when he finally begins exploring you, first his thumb parting open your folds. Adding a couple more digits, he hums in satisfaction as he finds you’re already wet, your slick glistening on his fingers. He dips one of those fingers inside of you slowly, watching how you react to his touch. You twitch and fight to keep yourself still and silent as he adds a second finger, curling it rhythmically and stroking that sweet spot inside you. 
“Oh, god,” you moan as he dives into your cunt, the soft and warm, private place between your thighs, his mouth now joining where his fingers touch. His tongue is hot and wet as he drags it through your sex, circling your clit with it. “Joel, please.”
Joel’s satisfied as he hears sounds of pleasure fall from your lips, feeling your hips bucking and grinding gently against his mouth. He sucks one fold, nips at the other as he curls his fingers inside you rhythmically. With the hand that’s not teasing your pussy, he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh. “Quit squirmin’ on my car,” he warns with a firm squeeze to your thigh, hard enough to bruise you. “Ya tryin’ to scratch her again?”
His wiry stubble drags across your skin, scratching gently against the inside of your thighs. You can feel it building up quickly, that hot, sparkling feeling deep in your core as he works you, sucks your clit between his lips. 
“Please,” you cry, the only word you can form at the moment. 
“I know, hon,” he murmurs, escalating his efforts on your pussy. Sucking, licking, curling his fingers harder. He works you through your orgasm, feeling you gush against his mouth, your arousal dripping down his fingers and pooling into the palm of his hand. Your hands fly to his scalp, twitching and jerking from the sensitivity with your fingers tugging on his curls when he licks a stripe up the seam of your cunt. 
Joel pulls away from your center with a satisfied grin, lips shiny, his facial hair damp. He rises, standing above you, and sloppily kisses your lips. You’ve never tasted your own arousal before. His strong hands find your ass cheeks, pulling you closer to where he wants you.
From there, you gasp when he slides his cock through your slick folds, rubbing thick head against your sensitive clit and watches how you react to his touch. “What do you think I’m doin’ to ya next?”
“Joel,” you whimper, your hips chasing his movements, following where his cock teases your cunt. 
“Yeah, you know what I’m doin,” he purrs. “Crossin’ it all off your list tonight.”
You tense when he notches just the head of his cock in your pussy, reaching for his arm, his shoulder, any part of him you can hold. 
“Know you’re nervous,” he says softly, rubbing circles into your thighs. “But s’just me an’ you here. Wider, hon. Spread your legs for me.”
You nod quickly, following suit and spreading your legs to accommodate him. “Like this?”
“Yeah, like that. S’perfect, hon, that’s all I need from you. C’mere,” Joel adjusts his hold on you before inching his cock into you a bit more. You’re so tight, squeezing him hard and whining through the stretch as he pushes into you further, the gradual slide inside your body causing him to grunt quietly. “Relax for me,” he groans through a strained breath, parting your insides as he’s sheathed himself inside you fully now. “Bite me f’ya need to, sweetheart. It’ll be okay. You’ll get used to it.”
It aches, but the pain dulls as Joel lets you get used to the feeling, the newness of his cock inside you. He holds you close and you take advantage of his suggestion, biting softly into the flesh of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin as you whimper quietly. Joel groans, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Shh,” he hushes, “You’re okay, hon. You’re doin’ alright.”
Joel slowly pulls out of you and fills you up again. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he praises as you tilt your hips, opening yourself to accept more of him. You’re humming into his neck as his cock recedes and then pushes in once more. “Eyes on me now. There it is, easy. Easy.”
You do as instructed, pulling your face away from him to meet his gaze. His sparkling brown eyes stay on yours as he pulls out of you, pushing into you slowly, deliberately. You hold onto his neck, his broad shoulders, clutching the fabric of his sweat dampened shirt as he builds a steady pace now. He holds you close to his body, one of his hands traveling up your body and groping your bouncing breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples.
“You just follow my lead,” Joel says, fucking you faster now. His fingers are pressed firmly into your waist now as he rolls his hips against yours. The pain is gone now, dissipated with his continued languid thrusts into you. You feel so full, so satisfied with his thick cock inside you, massaging your insides.
He fucks you steadily but gently, maintaining a quick rhythm. You didn’t know sex could make you feel this way, so much pleasure.  You’re moaning freely, overwhelmed with emotion, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. God, you love it, and it’s nothing but pure pleasure. 
Joel’s not oblivious to your enjoyment. He’s watching you, your face contorting, he’s listening to your moans and your cries, feeling you shiver and twitch beneath his touch and how it’s all because of him, all of your pleasure at the hands of Joel and only ever Joel. He feels a sort of carnal sense of power over this, the effect his touch has on you. You’re soft, so soft and all for him, your flesh for his hands and his teeth alone to squeeze, dig into, to bite on. 
You reach for his arm and guide his hand to your center, pressing his fingers against your clit as that familiar tightness in your gut begins to build once more. “Please,” you beg. 
“Thought this was supposed to be a deal for me. Didn’t need to hit my car f’ya needed me like this,” he taunts, laughing breathlessly. But Joel obliges, of course he obliges you. He moves his calloused fingertips in circles over your clit, coaxing out your release. “Takin’ me so good, sweetheart. Look at you, m’gonna make you come again. Makin’ out like a fuckin’ bandit, aren’t you?”
Indeed you are. It’s not long before you’re coming for him. With his ministrations on your clit, his thrusts now faster, harder, deeper, you’re coming undone for him as his name pours from your lips, long and slow like honey. With your lips parted open, you’re twitching and shuddering against him as you watch his face, letting yourself go. You whimper and moan, and your release is volcanic in the way it washes over your body so fiercely. Heavy, vivid waves of pleasure washing over you the way lava rolls down the earth. Slow, fiery, intense.
Your pulsing cunt milks Joel’s own climax, his orgasm crashing through him in such a way that he loses focus on you. His eyes screwed shut, the noises he’s making louder than he intended–what starts as a grunt turns into a moan, long and libertine as he fucks you harder than he probably should as you whimper in overstimulation. His thrusts turn harder and frenzied as he milks himself with your cunt, spurting hot ropes of his come inside you. You take everything he gives you, feeling so warm and full of his spend. 
His movements then begin to ease, slowing down some more until he eventually stills inside of you. He takes the quiet moment to check on you, holding your face in his hands as he makes sure you’re okay. Your chest heaves as he wipes your tears, but you silently nod, reassuring him that you’re alright.
With a soft grunt, he pulls out of you. He watches how your combined arousal spills on the baby blue paint of his Chevelle, then uses his thumb to push a bit of his escaped come back inside you. Such a lewd action from the man. 
Joel helps you to your feet, steadying you as you stand on shaky legs. He reaches for your clothes from the hood of his car, helping you dress yourself. “Didn’t want ‘em to get dirty,” he explains. “Everything’s covered in fuckin’ dirt and grease in here.”
“Thank you,” you smile shyly. Joel opens the garage door, the once peachy and blue sky now inky black. You didn’t realize how much time had passed. You take off back to your house, but Joel grips your bicep before you can step any further. 
 “Nuh uh,” he tuts. “Ya already hit my car, hon, you don’t wanna leave your mess on the hood now too, do ya?” Joel gestures to your combined arousal on the hood of his Chevelle, swipes his pointer finger through the mess and pushes it between your lips. Your brows furrow at the taste, that salty, heady flavor you’ve never tasted before now. “Use your tongue, sweetheart.”
“You want me…”
“Lick it up,” he instructs in a quiet voice. Joel figured he might’ve let you off too easy, seeing as how you came twice–once on his tongue and once on his cock when this was all supposed to be for him. He bends you over the hood of his car, groping your ass as he leans over your shoulder to inspect your work, making sure it’s a job well done. “Good girl,” he praises, watching you lick his car clean. When you’re done, he kisses you softly.
He walks you home, dropping you off on your doorstep. You’re not quite sure what to say, whether you should apologize again, thank him, say goodnight. Joel fills the silence for you. “Gonna teach you how to drive right one of these days. Keep you out of another mess like this one, hm?” he smirks as he kisses your cheek. “Goodnight, hon.”
If you enjoyed, please reblog, leave me a comment, and/or send an ask 🩷 your words mean the world to me and your interaction keeps me motivated to write. Love you all <3
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From now on I’ll be sharing cat pics at the end of my fics. Hope you don’t mind 🐈‍⬛😻
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jobean12-blog · 1 year
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Face it, this is Love!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,595
Summary: You have some shopping to do and Bucky is more than happy to tag along. 
Author’s Note: So thank you to my lovely menace of a flower @flordeamatista just randomly sharing goodies with us and when she shared this tik tok HERE I was like OMG I must write it, so here we are! Hope you enjoy and thank you my sweet Ali for always being inspiring and wonderful, love you! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweets 🥰
Warnings: silly, fluffy and sweet fun! 
GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @captain-james thank you lovely🥰
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You grab your sneakers and sit on the edge of the couch, dropping them in front of you then crawling between Bucky’s spread legs and draping yourself over him.
“Hi Buck,” you say quietly and gently pull down the top of his book.
“Hi baby doll,” he croons, dropping the book to his chest and wrapping you in his arms.
“I’m going to the store,” you inform him with a quick kiss.
He pouts. “I thought you came over here to see me doll.”
“Well, of course I did,” you start, tracing his jaw with your fingertips, “but I have to go pick up a few things.”
“Can I come?” he asks, holding you tightly against his chest so you can’t escape.
“To Ulta?” you respond, lifting a brow.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“A beauty store…like make up and all that,” you explain.
“Oh,” he says. “Yeah! I’ll just follow you around.”
“Are you sure Buck? You might get bored. Really fast.”
“Nah, don’t worry doll. I have nothing exciting to do and if you go alone then I’ll miss you and if I come we can pick up pizza on the way home!”
You pepper kisses all over his cheek before murmuring, “I like this plan! Just make sure you don’t rush me. I like to mosey around and look at everything.”
With a firm finger pointed at his chest you give him a no nonsense look.
“You’re so cute,” he says and shifts so you’re straddling his lap. “Especially when you try to look like you’re in charge.”
Your mouth falls open.
He pops it closed with his finger then grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss. “Come on let’s go look at makeup…not that you need any, you’re gorgeous.”
His sweet words make you smile and almost forget his earlier comment.
“I thought I was cute,” you counter with some sass.
“That too,” he agrees with a wink. “Especially when…”
“Don’t you dare say it again Barnes.”
He chuckles and hops off the couch to help you with your shoes, carefully tying each one before stealing one last kiss.
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The moment you walk into the store you see his nose crinkle up.
“What?” you ask quietly, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
“That’s a lot of smell.”
“A lot of smell?” you repeat.
“Yeah…it just kinda…bam!” and me makes the motion of something exploding in front of his face.
“This was a bad idea,” you sigh.
He takes your hand in his and smiles. “Come on, show me stuff. I’ll be good.”
You lead him down the first aisle, walking slowly as you peruse the shelves of lipsticks and glosses. With his free hand he reaches up to touch one of the lipsticks on display.
“Woah,” he says as he pulls his hand back and rubs his fingers together. “That’s real.”
“Of course it’s real! Those are the testers. Don’t touch!”
He gives you a sheepish look and puts his hand in his pocket, still holding tightly to yours with the other one.
“What is that?” he asks when you pick up an eye shadow compact.
“Eye shadow,” you say and gently tug your hand from his to open the small container and show him.
“Sparkly,” he comments.
He looks over your shoulder as you browse through the different colors.
“Wait,” Bucky starts, his hands settling on your waist as he moves closer and looks at the prices.
“That thing is thirty-two bucks!”
“It’s Valentino,” you state. “Look how pretty.”
“It’s so tiny…” he picks up another compact and rolls it over in his large hand.
You move down the aisle and look at some of the palettes. When you open one Bucky appears over your shoulder again.
“Now that seems better. Lots of colors to choose from! How much is that?”
“Sixty-nine,” you say nonchalantly.
“SIXTY…” he shouts then immediately lowers his voice when you pin him with a glare. “Sixty-nine!!!” he says, more hushed but still clearly shocked.  
You snap it shut. “It’s Huda and it’s all the nude colors. It’s good stuff.”
“Naughty,” he reads from the cover. “Naughty nude?”
Your lips start to lift into a smile as he waggles his eyebrows.
“The lipsticks have some good names too.”
You dance over to the Charlotte Tilbury section and start looking through the colors. You find one you like and pull it out, handing it to Bucky when he slides up next to you.
He turns it over in his hands before opening it.
“Your lips are the prettiest color…you don’t need…” he continues, clearly searching for the name.
You point to the bottom of the lipstick and he reads, “pillow talk.”
His eyebrows reach his hairline. “Cute but still not as pretty as your lips and definitely not for thirty-two bucks!”
You make a kissy face at him.
“Speaking of those pretty lips,” he simpers as he leans down to kiss you, backing you into the lipsticks and rattling the whole display. You plant your hands on his chest and push him away.
“Bucky,” you playfully chide. “Not in front of the lipstick.”
He gives you a boyish and lopsided smile. “What’s next?”
“I wanted a new moisturizer,” you muse as you saunter over to the section.
“Can’t wait to see how much that’s gonna cost me,” he mumbles before immediately snapping his mouth shut when you give him a dirty glare.
You don’t notice Bucky stop at the candles along the way, the scent too enticing, and he starts taking off the covers and sniffing each one. You turn to say something to him and realize he’s not there then spot his head over the display cases.
“Enjoying yourself?” you ask when you walk over to him.  
“Smell this,” he says and puts the candle under your nose.
“Smells like figs!”
“Yeah!” he scoffs, “and this one smells like coconut and now I’m hungry!”
“You’re always hungry,” you tease with a roll of your eyes.
You walk back to the face creams and study a few different brands before you search for Bucky again, not finding him right away and starting to wonder where he is. As you turn the corner to check out the Biossance products you spot him bending down to look into one of the small mirrors as he rubs his finger over his cheek.
“What are you up to?” you ask when you get closer.
“This one feels nice,” he says, shoving the container in your hand. “It’s really soft, feel my cheek.”
Your eyes widen and you stare at him unblinking before shaking yourself free of your amazement.
“Are you trying them out?” you ask with a hardly contained giggle.
“Yeah,” he says, “look, this one says ‘tester’ on it. Aren’t I doin’ it right doll face?”
“You sure are,” you beam at him. “Lemme see.”
You press you fingers to his cheek and run them over his skin.
“I mean your beard makes you scruffy but you’re definitely moisturized.”
“Right?!” he says with bright eyes. “Which one are you gonna get? You’re already so soft all over.”
He slips his hand into your jacket and under the hem of your shirt, pulling you close with a hand at your waist as his thumb brushes small circles over your skin.
“I saw one from Fresh I liked,” you tell him, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip when his hand moves higher.
“Bucky,” you admonish but it’s a weak threat.
“I can’t wait to get home,” he hums against your lips.
You pull away, nearly breathless, and tug him toward the Fresh display.
“This one,” you show him.
“Smells nice and feels,” he begins, before dipping his finger into the tester, “creamy.”
“Ok, so I want that,” you sing and grab a packaged one and drop it in his hand. “And this eyeshadow palette and this lipstick and also this eyeliner.”
“Anything else?” he asks with a smirk.
“Maybe,” you say with a lift of your chin.
“I’m just teasing ya doll face, get whatever you want, but I still don’t think you need any of it.”
“Thanks Buck,” you say sweetly.
When you get to the register you greet the cashier warmly and place your things down. She smiles at you and Bucky and starts to ring it up.
“That’ll be $198.22 please.”
You turn to Bucky and start to laugh at his horrified expression. When you look over at the cashier she’s barely holding back her smile and you explain, “it’s his first time here. I usually leave him home.”
“I understand,” the cashier replies.
“Thankfully my husband is paying today,” you add.
You hold out your hand and Bucky drops his wallet into it with a defeated sigh.
After paying and bidding the cashier goodbye Bucky takes the bag in one hand and holds your hand with the other.
“I think I’m gonna come with you again next time,” he states. “Maybe I’ll get something for myself!”
“Sure baby, anytime you want, especially since you’re paying!”
He stops by the car door and places the bag on the roof, backing you against the cool metal.
“You know I’ll buy you anything you want baby doll,” he whispers against your lips, “even though you don’t need any of it...you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 
You nod and your eyelashes start to flutter closed, the press of his body and his sweet words wrapping you in warmth.
“Now let’s order a few pizzas and go home so I can eat some dinner then have you for dessert.”
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huboi · 2 months
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“it wasn’t your fault”
[muzan kibutusuji, kokushibo and akaza x gn! reader]
╰┈➤ includes; mentions of r*pe, self loathing, death (not reader), please note this is a triggering topic so readers’ discretion is advised
╰┈➤ extras; this was a request, sadly I can’t tag them cause tumblrs’ being a bitch about it so I just hope that the requester comes across this
╰┈➤ a/n; it’s important to note I haven’t dealt with anything like this personally, so apologies if this doesn’t seem realistic or is badly done, I will try my damndest to be as respectful as possible with this fic
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muzan kibutusuji
yes, he’s a demon, not just any demon but the king of demons, which certainly means he cares for no one, especially not a human of all things right?
wrong
muzan originally planned on turning you, when something in his dead heart jumped for joy at the sight of your face, he just couldn’t turn you
and so he protected you when needed and eventually you ended up dating
one thing he noticed is that whenever he goes to touch or kiss you etc. you seem to back off or hesitate, you believe he doesn’t notice but he does
he’s also noticed you tend to cover your body 24/7 with baggy clothing and never wear short sleeved shirts or shorts
when he confronted you about it, you just burst into tears, thinking he would dump you or blame you for what they did to your body
with a comforting embrace, and some time to mull it over, you decided to tell him what happened
muzan was furious to say the least, not at you, never, he was furious at the disgusting person who dared to lay their filthy hands on you without your consent
he gives you little kisses on your face (with consent of course) and hugs you close whilst assuring you “it’s not your fault”
later on when he was sure you were fast asleep, he took care of a certain someone
safe to say that that person will never touch you again
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kokushibo
it’s pretty obvious he’s a demon
so as soon as you guys crossed paths, you could tell he wasn’t human by his face alone
at first you were worried he was gonna hurt you, but he simply shrugged and explained how he doesn’t bother killing people unless necessary
somehow you guys ended up in a relationship and bam!
you’re one of the most protected people in Japan
kokushibos’ weary eyes couldn’t help but notice your hesitancy towards his intimate advances, no matter how simple
he could also tell you held some sort of self hatred towards yourself, as he had been in your position hundreds of years ago
he brings it up one afternoon, explaining how he wants to make sure you’re both comfortable in the relationship
you hesitantly give him the answer, expecting for him to kill you on the spot
only for the usually stoic demon to wrap you into a tight hug, arms trembling and face contorted in anger
“it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong” he seethed, before asking if you remember what they look like
after giving him a brief description of them he was off in a flash, seemingly teleporting to god knows where
the person trembled, cowering into a corner begging for their life to be spared, kokushibo simply unsheathing his sword and landing cuts all over them so he can bleed out slowly and die from the blood loss
when coming back from his deeds, kokushibo saw you in bed wrapped up in the blanket, he simply climbed in after you and hugged you from behind
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akaza
definitely the most angry out of all three demons
he will hunt everywhere for this person and won’t take a break until he finds them and breaks them himself
when he does come across this ‘human’, he will personally punch him so that he dies from a slow painful death
when coming back to you, akaza will simply be there for you throughout the healing process/trauma
he hates how the monster caused you so much trauma
akaza is always there for you if you want to vent or talk about your feelings
if anything like that ever happens again, tell him, he’ll be there for you and will also personally deal with the monster that did this to you
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blainesebastian · 3 months
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something real
words: 13,045 ship: austin butler x female reader rating: SFW except for one explicit scene summary: i took inspo from a request about fake!dating for a wedding and from another film with a similar premise. what else do you do when your ex is getting married? hire a fake date notes: feel free to visit my austin masterlist warnings: none, but check the rating. tag list: @austinbutlermischief, @killerqueenfan, @stylespresleyhearted,
“You’re losing it.”
A short laugh escapes your lips because god, maybe you are. This all started out easily enough—you needed a date for your ex’s wedding. Right, the fact that you were even invited kind of drives you crazy. It’s not like you didn’t have a good relationship with Todd, you did? But it also doesn’t change the fact how things ended—he ‘meant’ to break things off with you but started seeing someone at the same time. Claire. The girl he’s marrying. But you’re not about to go through life with grudges and anger when you can just let things go.
Which is why you’ve entertained this wedding invitation in the first place?
But to go alone? That’s a fate worse than death.
Which, ironically, is exactly what your friend, Jill, is telling you you’re going to be with this idea you’ve come up with.
“It’s all perfectly safe.” You mutter, sliding onto a bar stool and turning to look at her. You’re wearing a light blue dress, pair of booties, and jean jacket. Just casual enough but also hinting you’ve got a figure to show off if you really wanted to.
She scoffs, “Yeah, that’s what everyone says before they end up on 60 Minutes.”
You can’t help but smile, tugging the file out of your course before setting it on the bar top. “Do you want me to explain it again?”
Jill puts her hands on her hips—as if that will somehow make her comfortable with all of this, but she’s not protesting either. So you open up the file and—
“So my neighbor’s used this service before to go to her high school reunion, you know, so she didn’t end up there alone. She went onto their online platform, filled out a survey and bam, she was matched with someone to go.”
Jill narrows her eyes, “For twenty thousand dollars.”
“Well it’s not charity,” You throw back, “I’ve done the research, there’s a ton of reviews—all positive. It’s not like it’s about sex or anything, it’s just…companionship for one event.”
Jill looks at the file, crinkling her nose, “There’s so many other ways you could have done this—Rick, the guy in 6B? He’s always thought you were cute.”
You laugh a little, “If I go out with Rick, there is a good chance I’ll end up missing some limbs—dude is creepy, Jill.”
Her friend rolls her eyes but it’s fond, opening up the file and pointing to a blank spot where this guy’s photo should be, “Okay, but you don’t even get to know what he looks like?”
“I think it was my Wi-Fi,” You state honestly, “Some of the images weren’t loading. But that’s why you’re here,” You grin, “Safety measures. So—” You gently push on one of her hips, “Go find a table, order a drink while I wait for Austin.”
“That’s the gigolo’s name?”
“Wedding date,” You correct, shooing her away until she heads to a table.
Taking a breath, you look at the reflective surface of the bar mirror in front of you, mentally praying that this somehow not a huge mistake and order a drink.
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Chewing on the drunken cherry in your Manhattan, you glance down the bar as you see someone handsome talking to a small group of women. You wonder if that’s Austin, looking for you—he’s about ten minutes late. Your stomach clenches anxiously, knowing that maybe Jill was right and this is utterly ridiculous. But…you got invited to the wedding late (either it was a last-minute thought or it got lost in the mail) but there was no way you could organically find someone to ask.
Sure, you could have brought Jill or some other friend but…deep down? You know this is about making Todd feel utterly stupid for cheating on you, for leaving you for someone else. You don’t want him back, of course, but that feeling of satisfaction? That look on his face when he sees you with someone else? You want it.
You can’t not go and you can’t find someone random in your life already to go with…so when your neighbor mentioned this quick fix? How could you not look into it? You’ve got a ton of money saved from over the years, not to mention a small investment your grandfather put in your name. What’s the harm in looking into this, right?
“Y/N?”
Turning on the bar stool, you nearly swallow your own tongue as you’re met face to face with who you assume is Austin. And joke’s on you because he’s ten times more beautiful than the other guy at the bar you saw talking to those women. He’s tall, lean, in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket. Easily handsome, like…James Dean or Elvis Presley. Doesn’t have to try very hard.
And suddenly something hysterical crawls up your throat as he takes a seat next to you, introduces himself as Austin, and apologizes for being late because of traffic because—
“I’m sorry—” You interrupt, shaking your head, “This uh, this isn’t going to work.”
His eyebrows draw together in confusion, his mouth opening and closing, “Excuse me?”
“You’re,” You laugh lightly, cheeks heating up. There’s this sickly sensation gripping your stomach, telling you to run, “No one is going to believe that we’re dating.”
And maybe that’s something oddly pathetic you shouldn’t have uttered outloud because what’s even worse, Austin seems to grip what you’re saying and his features soften. You do not want pity or sympathy, you’re just…stating a fact.
Austin takes in a soft breath and looks towards the bartender, ordering himself a beer, confusing you a little because you expected him to just…take off. There’s no money involved at this point, it’s a clean break. This meeting is just to discuss details.
“I think you’re underestimating yourself,” He states gently, eyes sweeping over your form. And god, he’s good, isn’t he? You suppose this is his job, making women feel good. Confident. Even though it’s all a lie.
Letting out a breath as his drink is set down on the bar, you figure there’s no harm in…talking with him, right? He came all this way; you can at least wait until he finishes his beer to turn him down. You’ll just go to this damn wedding alone—it’s really not that big of a deal, right?
Austin takes off his leather jacket, hanging it up on a hook underneath the bar and he smells amazing—some sort of cologne that’s fresh and almost citrusy. You run a hand through your hair and order another Manhattan.
“So your request said a wedding?”
“My ex,” You clarify, “And I don’t want him back, or anything, I just want him to feel like an idiot.”
Austin smiles a little, humming— “Well, that shouldn’t be too hard. I’m assumin’ he already is one.”
A small laugh stutters forward in your chest because yes, he is. Your shoulders start to relax just a little because maybe Austin gets it. By not going or going alone you…you don’t want Todd to think that he’s somehow gotten one over you, that you’re lonely or broken ever since you’ve separated.
“Have you…done weddings before?”
He shifts a little on the barstool so that he’s facing you a little easier, “I’ve done weddings the most,” He admits, “Two high school reunions, one funeral.”
You raise your eyebrows, setting your drink down on the bar. “A funeral?”
Austin shrugs lightly, “Some women just want a hand to hold on their hardest day, a shoulder to cry on. Someone to talk to.” He licks his lips, taking a sip of his beer, “I’m not one to judge.”
You straighten your shoulders and…you suppose you’re really not in a position to do that either, given you’re here to hire Austin so you feel less alone and pathetic at a wedding. You take a long look at him for a moment, —curious. He doesn’t want to be doing anything else?
“Can I ask—why are you doing this?” Your fingers trace shapes into the condensation on your glass. “This whole fake-date program?”
Austin clears his throat, “You can ask me whatever you want,” He starts and that within itself seems like a dangerous proposition. “I work at this café near here but uh, it doesn’t exactly bring a lot of money in. I want to be an actor, like…a serious one, the money I get from these dates I’m savin’ up to go to L.A.”
And he essentially gets to pretend to be someone he’s not. Like an endless list of auditions.
There are other things you want to ask, other questions stuck in your throat about doing weddings. Why weddings? The whole concept seems like a bad idea—a high school reunion, a holiday party, even a funeral makes more sense, doesn’t it?
Those aren’t emotionally connected events, there’s no…opportunities to fall into something deeper than what the contract of attachment allows. But weddings? It’s about love and finding your person and…going to one with someone else feels like such a slippery slope.
Or maybe it doesn’t because Austin is a professional.
“So if I…if we do this, what does it entail, exactly?” You take another sip of your drink, as if you need the liquid courage for his response.
A small smile graces his handsome face again, “Don’t overthink it. It’s whatever you want, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
You feel like there’s this heat uncoiling in your belly even though he’s not suggesting anything. Somehow, it’s in the ocean blue of his eyes—a depth there. You clear your throat, “You mean uh—if I require a dance partner? Because I love to dance at weddings…usually badly.”
Austin laughs warmly but shakes his head. “I meant if I was goin’ as your date or a boyfriend.”
And oh, of course, you hadn’t even thought about it but of course Austin would want a more specific role to sink his teeth into and your mind spins about what you want to do. It’s just one night, one silly wedding, there’s no long con here. It’s not like Todd will even care who you show up with, right? You’re the one who wants to feel less lonely—
And yet—
“You can think about it, if you need to—”
“Boyfriend.” You say, cutting him off. Heat returns to your cheeks…mise well go big or go home, right? If you’re going to do this? This has got to be a bad idea, right?
“Okay,” Austin smiles, “Good.”
So it’s settled that he’ll meet you at your place beforehand, you’ll iron out details of your relationship in case anyone asks and then you’ll go to the wedding together.
Austin stands and he tosses some cash on the bar counter (enough to cover your drink as well) and he hovers for a moment, tugging on his leather jacket. “My number’s in the file, in case you need it.”
Then there’s a moment where Austin watches you, fixing the lapels of his jacket. His one hand then rests on the bar, taking a step closer to you, and the way that you’re seated, your legs open just slightly to accommodate his body in your space.
“Don’t hit me, alright?” He smiles a little, leaning down, and honestly you’re the one that feels like you’re getting sucker punched in the stomach. Air right out of your lungs. “It was nice meeting you.”
You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry as your eyes flutter to his lips, “Yeah, you too.”
There’s more than enough time for you to pull away, but you don’t, so he kisses you.
It’s nothing obscene, but slow and gentle. Warm. Just enough to make your heart pound against your ribcage, electricity singing in your veins. You suppose it’s something you should get used to if Austin is going to pass as your boyfriend.
You raise your eyebrows a little as he pulls away, hot under the collar of your jean jacket.
“Figure we’d just get that out of the way so you could concentrate.” He teases and god, your mind is spinning. You kinda hate that he’s made you feel like this so easily, like somehow it’s second nature.
“What, that doesn’t cost extra?” You manage to throw out there, finding your voice.
Austin grins, another soft laugh rumbling in his chest. “I’ll see you soon.”
You let out a slow breath, running a hand over your hair as you watch him walk out of the bar before downing the rest of your drink.
“So that’s your date, huh?” Jill asks as she comes up behind you—honestly her voice kinda sounds like cotton in your ears. “Todd is gonna swallow his own tongue.”
And you can’t help but grin.
You meet one more time before the wedding, just…something to solidify that you do, in fact, know what you’re doing. But also to get a bit more comfortable around Austin and the fact that he’s going to be your boyfriend. You let out a slow breath, aggravated by how crazy that sounds. Maybe Jill’s right, maybe this is a bad idea (despite how handsome and charming Austin is).
He’s picked you up to go somewhere but won’t tell you where. And when the engine turns off, you undo your seatbelt and look out the windshield, “A custard house?”
“Was hopin’ you could go for somethin’ sweet,” Austin smiles a little, “They make these waffle custard sandwiches that’ll change your life.”
You hum lightly and start to get out of the car, a little confused because…well, you’re not sure what you expected, but it wasn’t this. “We’re here for ice cream sandwiches?”
Austin scrunches his nose in mock offense at her flippant description, “No, we’re here for waffle custard. You need to work on listenin’, come on.” He gets out of the car too and locks the doors.
You know you’re about to paying Austin a decent amount of money to be your stand-in date, your fake boyfriend, dragging him to this wedding for god knows what reasons make sense in your head but…you suppose you didn’t count on him being like this. A tiny bit thoughtful, sweet, funny even.
Or maybe he’s already a decent actor.
You follow him to the counter, your eyes trailing over at least thirty different custard flavors—not only that, but there’s twice as many toppings. How are you supposed to choose?
“You know what you want already?” You ask as Austin rolls up the sleeves of his jean jacket a little.
“I always know what I want.” He leans on the counter, turning towards the woman at the register to order French vanilla—but stops when you make a noise. He looks at you over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “Somethin’ you wanna share?”
You purse your lips and rocks back onto your heels, shaking your head, “No I just…vanilla, really? You don’t seem like the type.” She teases.
Austin smirks, straightening his back. “Oh, huh.” He motions to the large display menu. “Put your money where your mouth is, baby. What should I order?”
You let the pet name slide (and it does, like heated molasses right down in your veins), which is probably a dangerous slippery slope, but you’re too busy trying to take in a custard selection at the moment to care. You chew on your lower lip, slipping through the flavors written in chalk on the board and decides to go with your favorite pairing—
“He’ll have chocolate and strawberry custard in that waffle sandwich thing with…” You hum, “Caramel sauce and chocolate sprinkles.” You smile, clearly happy with your selection before ordering the same for yourself…except you also get chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
Because why the hell not?
“You’re gonna have that all over you before the night is over.” Austin motions to the dripping mess in your hands, carefully shelled between fresh waffles wrapped up in foil.
You slide yourself onto the hood of Austin’s car, almost sliding back down but managing to lean against the windshield before losing your custard sandwich.
“Challenge accepted.”
Austin smiles a little, sitting down next to you, looking far too handsome sprawled out on his car.
You realize that everything between you both is so dangerous, wrapped in gentle dynamite, the softest breath or touch capable of explosion. But it’s also tantalizing in a way that excites you—Austin is different, gentle but rough with the walls he keeps up.
Everything about this is a lie –circles in your head, over and over, trying to remind you not to take anything too seriously. And yet? You bury it deep with a bite of your custard sandwich. You moan softly and lick chocolate off your lips because Jesus, this is incredible.
Austin smirks, licking custard between the waffle before he takes a bite of his own. “Told you it was worth the stop.”
“I’m not going to admit you somehow know all just because you have decent taste in custard.” You smile and takes another bite of your waffle sandwich, leaning back to watch cars drive by.
“Give it time.” Austin glances over and you can feel his gaze, always like a magnet tracing the curves of your body. You want to tell him that you enjoy when he looks at you like that, to be felt and seen all at the same time, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
You wonder if he looks at every woman who’s ever paid him like that.
You’re not sure you want to know.
You turn and meet his gaze, holding it for a moment before a small smile graces your lips. “Do you really work at a café?”
He nods, leaning further up against the windshield. “It’s called Mug Half Full; been there about three years.” He licks his lips, pulling a napkin from his pants pocket and wiping his chin where he feels caramel sticking. “What do you do? You didn’t mention it in your email.”
You swallow down a bought of self-loathing at the question and decide to take another bite of your sandwich; sweet hiding sour. “I uh, I’m kinda in-between jobs at the moment.” You know Austin has to be able to see through that terrible excuse of an answer. “I’m currently getting an online degree in education.”
Austin finishes his custard waffle, which is admirable because yours is two seconds away from becoming soup in your hands. You lick at the sides as he crumples up a napkin and puts his trash in a can nearby so it’s not in either of your way.
“What do you want to do?”
The question shouldn’t offend you as much as it does, the want and need to defend yourself raising your hackles a bit. You bite down on reacting too sorely; he’s just asking a question—and you realize you haven’t given him a reason not to ask something like that. Your bland response is what prompts the statement.
You suppose you’re just…too used to people asking that, especially since society makes you feel like you somehow got a late start in figuring things out. In reality, it’s never too early or too late to be whoever you want. You’re just…getting to that.
You clear your throat, setting your custard sandwich down on your lap a moment, the foil protecting your clothes. “I have no idea,” You admit with a soft laugh, “My relationship with my ex kinda took all my energy—supporting whatever he needed, you know? Now I’m just starting to figure myself out.” And you’re proud of that progress, even though it feels like pushing a boulder up a hill sometimes. “I might teach maybe, one day.”
He holds your gaze for a moment, slight amusement dancing in the corners of his eyes. He smiles gently, looking down at your hands before he picks up your sandwich and licks whipped cream off the corner. Ridiculously obscene and unnecessary but you let him do it anyways.
You have apparently become accustomed to sharing things—you’ve noticed that he continues the ruse of soft touches and intimate gestures when no one’s watching. You think it’s to help solidify the fact that you’re supposed to be dating, supposed to be into one another. Which isn’t very hard when he does things like that with his tongue.
Austin tosses your trash like he did with his own before turning to look at you, handing you a napkin to wipe your hands off. “I could tell you wanted more. And you know, there’s nothin’ wrong with that.”
Then why does it feel so guilty for you to admit— “Sometimes it feels selfish, to want things for myself.” You swallow, letting it sink into the air. You’ve never told anyone that before, not even your best friend or your parents.
“Sounds like someone really selfish made you feel that way.” He says gently and it’s like…wool has been taken off your eyes. Something you maybe knew but needed to hear.
It’s not what you expect him to say, not in the slightest, but it warms you from the inside out either way. You nod because yes, you’ve never thought about it like that but yes, that’s it exactly. Realizing that taking care of yourself is one of the best things you can do—knowing yourself and that you deserve to want, that it’s normal, even.
Austin hums softly, moving to slip off the car. You swing your legs around and when he offers you his hand, you take it to slide off as well.
How easy it would be to lean up and kiss him, how he’d probably taste like hints of chocolate and strawberry. You wait for him to let you go, for his hand to stop holding yours. But he doesn’t.
You lick your own lips, your eyes looking to his lower one, how it pouts out gently when he looks at you—and you decide to stop waiting for things you want. If you’re going to pay for his company, you might as well enjoy it.
You press your lips into his own, capturing something sweet, lips moving together like you both were always made to kiss. Austin’s one hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your hair back around your ear before eventually pulling back. You’re breathing a little shakily, your noses brushing, Austin taking his time to trace your cheekbone with his lips before he opens up the car door for you.
“You’re not charging me extra for the gentleman treatment, are you?” Or for the kisses I keep stealing?
Austin smiles, a soft laugh leaving his throat as he waits for you to put your seatbelt on. “Not yet.” And closes the door with a wink.
--
You think about canceling six times between when you wake up on the day of the wedding to the moment you slide your dress over your head. You’ve told yourself that this was and continues to be a terrible idea and if you hadn’t paid him half up front through a cash app, you’d have the nerve to tell him never mind. Kisses and all, you really feel like you’re starting to lose your damn mind.
Though you know even if you told Austin to forget the whole thing, you still have to go to this wedding. (You could probably skip it no big deal, but the last thing you want is Todd to assume you’re bothered either). Canceling now would definitely mean going alone and you can’t stomach it, not when you feel like all of your insides are already in knots.
You smooth your hands down the front of your dress as you hear the doorbell, taking the steps downstairs carefully in your gold heels. You’ve settled for a navy-blue number that shows just enough cleavage and is ruffled at your middle, hugging curves and kissing your skin beautifully. You feel confident and comfortable, which is important for a long night.
You sigh, glancing at your front door for a moment before turning the knob and opening up to see Austin. He’s standing in a suit, beautifully polished, hair perfectly coifed on his head. A navy button-down underneath a gray suit jacket, tie to match with a red spidery design that reminds you of tree branches in the winter.
A crinkle appears between Austin’s eyebrows because, “Why are you shakin’ your head?” He asks as he steps over the threshold and you close the door.
“I just naturally assumed you were going to show up in black. Black in your profile picture that finally loaded, black at the bar… I thought that was the only shade you owned.”
He runs a hand lightly over his chest. “Grays in the same shade family.” He’s joking but you’re not laughing and finally he just throws his hands up a little, “What’s the big deal?”
“Because we match.”
Austin looks down at himself and pauses, doesn’t get it, gives you a look that makes you feel a little crazy. “That a bad thing?”
“It’s—” No, it’s not exactly a terrible idea but it somehow digs under your skin because you want today to be perfect and Austin is supposed to be your boyfriend and you can’t be that couple that goes all matchy-matchy to events, right?
What are the odds that he shows up in something that is the exact same color as your damn dress?
“It’s too perfect, it’s not believable.” You say and he raises his eyebrows because that does not make one lick of sense. He takes a step towards you and you mirror one back, shaking your head.
Austin lets out a slow breath because you’re nitpicking and it annoys him, a flare of impatience decorating his handsome face. “Well I don’t exactly got another suit in my back pocket and we’re already late.”
You narrows your eyes, “Just…follow me. I’ll change.”
You’re up the stairs and in your bedroom before you realize what you’ve said, Austin slipping in behind you and looking around the room, drinking you in with permission you’ve accidently given him. You turn suddenly and slip off your heels, pressing one hand to his chest to stop him.
“Don’t move.”
He smiles a little and nods his head, sticking his hands in his pockets as he watches you slide into your walk-in closet to change. You sigh softly and run a hand over your forehead before you take a moment to unzip your dress and glance at your options.
“A lot of beige.”
You roll your eyes and pull out a black dress, quickly pulling it on and kicking your navy blue one to the side before stepping out of your closet. You don’t bother to zip it up until you make sure it’s the right one.
Austin has dutifully not moved from the spot on the carpet where you’ve left him and he scrunches his nose at your dress, “You goin’ to a wake?”
“What’s wrong with beige?” You glance around your bedroom; at the little accents you’ve added that have color to them. Some shades of coffee colored brown and touches of teal here and there. It’s minimalist but tasteful.
“It’s just not what I pictured.”
“You pictured my bedroom?” You ask, but the corners of your mouth pull slightly as you put your hands on your hips.
Austin tilts his head at you, eyes traveling over your body in an unashamed way. “Maybe.” He pauses for a moment to let that sink into your pores. “You don’t seem like a beige. Also, no to that dress. I can maybe get you not wantin’ to match completely but that doesn’t line up with what I got on at all.”
You nod and turn to go back into your closet, pulling the dress off and standing far too long in your underwear trying to decide on a color range. You could go gold…but that feels too flashy, gray is out of the question and so is another navy dress so…
You finger red fabric for a moment that matches the scarlet on Austin’s tie and pull it off the hanger.
“I’m not actually that fond of beige,” You admit over your shoulder as you pull the dress up—it’s a fit and flare that kind of reminds you of the sixties. Something that hugs your waist with a high-neck tanked top and flares out like a wide flame at the bottom. It hits just below your knees and your gold heels will still go nicely with it.
“But the house kinda came this way and…I never took the time to fix it.” You walk out of the closet, pulling your hair free from underneath. “Todd didn’t like bold colors anyways.”
Austin’s eyes descend on you like a cold rush of water, a wave crashing down onto your shores. He stares for what feels like a long time, his hands coming out of his pockets like he wants to touch but can’t—too far away. You smile softly as his gaze sticks, he’s captivated by the dress, and you notice he has to shake his head as you approach to be able to speak to you.
“So I’m guessin’ he’s not gonna like this.” He reaches to touch your waist, fingers pressing warmly into the fabric.
You chew on the inside of your cheek a moment, looking up at him. “Do you like it?”
He smirks gently, pulling on your elbow to turn you around. He doesn’t reply but you feel suddenly naked under his gaze as your bare back is exposed to him. He takes his time finding the zipper and slowly draws it up into place, fixing the little hook at the top. His hands rest against your shoulders and guide down, squeezing your arms before letting you go.
“Get your shoes. We’re already late.”
You let out a long sigh that somehow turns into a pout, making him smile, “We could stay here, you could give more wisecracks about my bedroom decorum.”
Austin smirks and grabs your purse from where it’s seated on the bed as you slip your heels back on. “As amazing as that sounds, that’s not what you’re payin’ me for.”
And the words sound sour, swallowing them down, nodding your head as you leave the bedroom with him.
--
The wedding itself isn’t actually terrible—it’s beautiful in a way that would make any woman envious. Lots of flowers and gold designs and as you watch the entire ceremony take place, you have moments where you wonder why you’re here. Was it really that important for you to show up? And not only that, but pay a date to be here? You keep going back and forth, like a serious game of tug-of-war.
Why did it matter if you showed up alone? Or with Jill?
Austin helps you with your coat, his hand on your lower back as you walk out of the church and towards the reception hall which is being held in this beautiful botanical garden that has rooms you can rent for things like this.
People begin to pile into the building, pausing at the coat check before heading into the reception all, and it’s right there that you suddenly feel like bolting. Truth is? Todd was your boyfriend for years before your breakup (a breakup that might have never happened if you hadn’t realized he was cheating, because clearly he hadn’t taken the initiative until it was too late). And it’s probably so stupid that you remained friends with him, that you were invited to this wedding, that you for some reason care about what he thinks—even now.
But you do.
You should have just moved on and thrown the wedding invitation in the trash but…feelings don’t always come in black and white. You constantly live in a shade of gray.
And you’re worried someone is going to see right through you tonight.
Austin squeezes your hand, getting your attention as you remain grounded by the coat check. He’s patient, waiting until your gaze meets his own. “You’re shakin’.” His other hand covers the one he’s already holding.
You nod your head and offer a smile you don’t feel. “I thought this would be easy. Having you here as a distraction, smiling at all the right times and drinking too much wine in a nice dress,” You shrug your one shoulder, “It doesn’t change how I feel.”
Despite the small amount of privacy the coat check wall provides, you can feel eyes on you two from different parts of the room; people slipping past to get a glass of champagne from the cash bar, fluttering in-between hors d'oeuvres tables and congratulating the couple. Guests who know who you are, who are whispering about you. You can hear Todd a few feet away; big laughs and too loud discussions that tell you he’s a little drunk but genuinely happy.
Or maybe this is all in your head.
“Look, I think you were gonna feel this way no matter if you came alone or with someone.” He runs his thumb over your knuckles. “But you can still do all the other things you mentioned,” Austin leans in, brushes his lips over your cheekbone as he talks, “Drink too much wine in a beautiful dress and smilin’ definitely doesn’t hurt.”  
He pulls back and you lick your lips, wanting nothing more than to lean up and kiss him again. To feel his arms wrap around you and pull you close, back outside, to his car, away from this place where you feel like you have to be someone you’re not.
Austin grasps your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, waiting until your eyes meets his own again. He leans forward to brush your lips together, gently, more to distract you than anything else because it’s not a kiss.
“Women hire me because they want to feel wanted and if that’s what you need to hear, then fine, I do want you, Y/N.” You let out a breath that sounds too shaky for your own good, your knees slightly buckling. All the other gazes you once felt on you fade away, until it’s only you and Austin in an empty botanical garden.
“But hearin’ that doesn’t matter until you want things for yourself. You want someone to believe in you? You want to feel confident? Wanted?” His hand falls to your waist, “Good enough?”
You swallow thickly, his words reaching something that’s still raw inside of you, that still hurts to think about. You want to pull away, nearly do, but instead surrender to his weight against you. It’s not his fault that he does a better job of reading you than you do looking in a mirror.
“Then it has to come from you first.”
You shake your head as he pulls away, his hand very simply returning to yours as you both move towards the cash bar. “I know you think you know me from a few meetings and a detailed email request. But you don’t.” Your words at least sound stronger than you feel.
Austin looks at you over his shoulder and smiles but says nothing in return.
--
Maybe the problem is, he does know you, even from the simplest interactions. Maybe you’re just not used to being seen. Todd never saw you, even when you gave him so many chances to try. You suppose at that point you need to want to try.
You’re seated at a table that has mostly co-workers and friends and you attempt not to cringe when someone asks you how you know the bride and groom. Austin swoops in and responds that they’re friends, his arm stretched out over the back of your chair. You’re grateful because the words we dated are sitting in your throat like a lump, difficult to swallow over.
The night spins forward, you’re able to avoid the bride and groom for the duration of it, just enjoying food and a little bit too much wine and hanging out with Austin. There are long conversations where you get to know one another, fill one another in about things that are real, beyond the layers of this fake-date situation.
It’s nice, seeing him in that light, getting to know him as if you’d bumped into him at a bar and enjoyed his company.
You almost wish that was the case, instead.
His arm squeezes around your waist as you both dance on the dance floor, his jacket on the back of his chair, dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. You’re definitely a little tipsy, the room is rose-colored, but all in all? It feels like a crisis has been avoided, you’re actually having a good time.
“Can I get you another glass of wine?” Austin asks, brushing his lips over your forehead, “Maybe some cookies from the dessert table?”
You grin, “You know me so well.” And it’s not a line, somehow, you’ve been craving cookies for the past half hour.
Austin smiles, nods, squeezes your waist and leaves you to do just that. You somehow ache with missing the heat of his body once he’s gone—and that’s how you know you’re slightly in over your head. You have to keep reminding yourself that none of this is real—the way Austin talks to you or looks at you, the way his hands travel over your body, the slight brush of his lips against your own.
It's all a lie.
A lie that you paid for.
Running a hand over your forehead, you turn and nearly bump into someone, blinking as you look up and—
“Todd.”
Your ex smiles, “Hey—I’m so glad you came, I wasn’t sure if you would.”
Neither was I, “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” Chewing on your lower lip, you’re struck with being unsure of what to say, scanning the crowd for Austin before clearing your throat, “Uhm, everything has been beautiful.”
Todd smiles, nodding, taking a look around for his bride. “Thank you. Are you uh, here with Jill?”
You open and close your mouth like a goldfish until you feel that familiar arm slide around you. “No this is Austin,” You take the glass of wine and have a hearty sip and it instantly makes your head spin.
Todd clears his throat and even though he’s smiling, it’s clear he’s giving Austin a once-over. He did not expect you to be here with someone. “I didn’t know you were bringing a friend that wasn’t Jill.” He kinda laughs, like maybe it’s a joke that you don’t have many other close friends other than her.
But Austin is quick to smile, “Actually, I’m her boyfriend.”
And there it is, the look on Todd’s face that you were after this whole time. It’s quick, gone almost as soon as it appears, but lingers in his eyes. Regret, maybe even jealousy. Even though his wife appears by his side and introductions are exchanged.
Luckily the conversation doesn’t last very long, the bride and groom are swept towards other people, more dancing. Which is good because you’re pretty sure you noticed that the bride couldn’t keep her eyes off of Austin.
What a couple her and Todd make.
Downing the rest of the wine, you set it on the table, letting out a slow breath. Austin keeps his hands firm on your hips and you can’t quite meet his eyes. You’re not quite sure how…this wasn’t what you expected, nor wanted.
Just feels like a big mistake.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asks quietly, seeming to read your mind.
You nod and he keeps his arm around you until you make it outside and reach his car.
--
That last glass of wine did you zero favors and by the time you make it to your front door, you’re dropping your keys instead of sliding them into the lock. Austin smiles a little, picking them up and unlocking everything, pushing the door open. You’ve got a firm hand on his shirt because you’re swaying slightly, almost a little afraid of what might happen if you let go.
What if all of this is one weird dream?
“Where are we going?” You ask as he comes inside, closing the door behind him.
“Water n’bed.” Austin replies as he guides you into the living room.
You scrunch your nose and look to the ceiling, definitely knocking yourself off balance as the room spins. Austin lets out a short grunt as he catches you, steadying you against his chest.
“In that order? That’s so boring.”
He chuckles slightly, guiding you both until he has you in front of the couch, encouraging you to sit. “You got somethin’ else you’d rather do?”
You can’t help but grin at the question, poking at his chest. “I think you know what I’d rather like to do.” It’s like hot lava pouring from your lips, you can’t seem to stop it even though you know you’ll have burns later.
Austin hums under his breath but doesn’t respond, concentrates instead on keeping you on the couch once you’re seated.
“Stay there,” He says when you try to get up, holding onto your shoulders and pressing you gently down. “You good or you gonna slip off?” There’s an amused smile pulling handsomely at his lips as he tilts his head down to look at you, slipping his thumb and forefinger along your chin.
“Good, I’m so good.” You nod, determined to give him responses that make sense. You just wish the room would stop spinning.
Only when he feels like you mean it does he pull away from you. You closes your eyes as your fingers grip the cushion, trying to hold yourself in place. None of this really helps and instead you just end up feeling nauseas, forcing your eyes to open so you can see Austin.
He’s taken his jacket off, tie gone and shirt unbuttoned a bit, and seeing his chest and forearms makes heat unwantedly pool between your legs and you lick your lips, trying to focus on what he has in his hands.
“He…he honestly didn’t think I’d be there with anyone.”
A crinkle appears between Austin’s eyebrows and he pauses, “What?”
You swallow, not sure if your trail of thought makes sense. “Todd. Jerk.” You give as an explanation.
Something passes over Austin’s face but it’s gone as soon as it appears and he crouches in front of you, his one hand slipping over your knee a moment, “Do you actually care what he thinks?”
You hold his gaze for a long moment before shaking your head. He hums softly, squeezing, his thumb between your thighs and it’s really too distracting.
“Then fuck him; neither of those two seemed like they should be giving relationship advice.”
You giggle something ridiculous and cover your face with your hand a moment, glad you were able to make sense of all that even though you probably didn’t need to bring it up.
“You got anythin’ like a long t-shirt?” He changes the subject as he makes a motion to go upstairs. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get pants on you.”
You huff out a sound and rub a hand over your face, most likely smearing makeup in the worst way. “That’s alright, I like bein’ pantless.” You reach over and is happy you don’t tumble, using one hand to hold onto his shoulder to get his attention. “Upstairs, first drawer on the right.”
He’s back and forth quickly; makes you wonder how long you’ve actually been sitting there.
Him undressing you is a blur; you note that he does his best to dip his gaze when he can to give you a little privacy. Just enough that you can figure out that your head doesn’t go into one of the arm holes and assists when you starts whining that you can’t get it right. You throw your wedding dress aside and kicks off your heels, letting out a soft huff when Austin disappears into the kitchen.
He comes back with a warm washcloth that smells like lilac soap and he waits until your gaze focuses on him before he asks whether you can do this yourself.
You nod a little absently, taking the washcloth from him and wiping your makeup off before handing it back to him. You pull as many bobbypins as you can find from your hair and toss them onto the coffee table, pulling your strands back up into a bun before collapsing face first into the couch.
You barely feel the couch dip as you smush your face into a pillow, blankets being draped over your shoulders.
--
When you wake up, you don’t automatically remember where you are.
You lift your head and groan softly, pinching your eyes with your thumb and forefinger trying to get the pounding to stop. There’s a soft blue light casting shadows on the walls of the living room and oh, that’s right, you’re home. Austin brought you home last night.
You swallow and nearly sit up too fast, leaning up on your elbows because oh, oh fuck, now you remember. A wave of nausea crashes down on you for moving and you flutter your eyes closed briefly and hope that helps. When you feels confident enough to fix your gaze on something other than the inside of your eyelids, you turn to look at Austin who’s sitting up in one of the lounge chairs nearby against a few pillows, watching TV.
He didn’t leave. He stayed with you the entire night.
The sound from the TV isn’t loud enough to be heard but you can tell he does this often, eyes on the screen, just absorbing the images that flicker to life. His head dips to look over at you when you move; he looks tired. You really hope he didn’t sit up to just…keep an eye on you, making sure you slept alright.
You clear your throat, the sound scratchy and dry regardless of your trying, “Am I dead?”
Austin smirks a little and stands to come and sit by your legs, handing you a glass of water that’s on the coffee table. “Here. You passed out before I could get you to drink any.”
You sigh softly and close your eyes, moving to sit up further and is glad to see the room isn’t spinning anymore. “Lovely.” You drink deeply after a few tentative sips to make sure you can keep it down.
“You stayed.”
“I did.” Austin’s quiet for a few moments, playing with the corners of one of the blankets. Clearly he’s not going to elaborate. “You got a headache?”
You hum an affirmative response but it’s nothing water and Advil can’t cure. You lean your head back against the headboard, closing your eyes again for a few moments to avoid the blue light spilling into the room from the TV. You give yourself some time to sip your water before you open them again, setting the glass down on the table. There’s cookies there too, from last night. Austin kept them.
You sense embarrassment licking at your nerve endings, feeling a little ridiculous for your behavior. You should really know better than to let yourself go like that, especially since it doesn’t take too many glasses of wine in a row for it to happen.
“Sober?” He asks and there’s a tilt to his voice that you don’t like, far too amused.
You groan and turn your head to look at him, trying to muster up a glare that doesn’t stick. “Unfortunately.” You rake your fingers through your hair, trying to not even think about what you might look like.
You’re just glad you didn’t vomit.
A deep breath settles in and out of your lungs before you turn your head to look at Austin, the light of the TV casting beautiful shadows on his face. Your eyes skitter over the scruff beginning on his jawline and your fingers itch to follow. You clear your throat, getting his attention, and he turns his head to look at you.
“I’m sorry for getting plastered.” You smile a little because he does; that same amusement back on his face, though it doesn’t bother you this time around. “I’m shocked that you do weddings.”
You allow yourself to laugh a little, shaking your head like it’ll somehow clear the fuzzy memories of him bringing you back to your home, tripping over yourself. You regret the way you’ve carried yourself, but a tiny part of you is glad you decided to let yourself go, to enjoy the open bar and let your emotions run a little rampant for once.
You’re so used to keeping everything inside, to holding it all in. For once you didn’t.
Austin’s chewing on words he’s not saying, you can see the hesitance in his expression, wanting to say something but unsure if he should. You wait, don’t press, and eventually,
“Admittedly, I haven’t done a wedding in a while.” He shakes his head, “Because they tend to be messy in a way that I never expect.”
You wince, rubbing the back of your neck because…clearly you hadn’t planned on making a fool out of yourself but Austin quickly continues to explain,
“I don’t mean you.” He turns a bit to lean against the couch, his shoulder pressed along the cushions. Austin licks his lips, his eyes tracing your jawline and lips, slipping down your neck and collarbone enough to make you shiver.
“In your request, you said somethin’ like, ‘I don’t want my ex  to feel like he’s taken something from me. Something that’s mine and will always be mine’.”
You search his eyes for a moment and when his finally meet yours, something warm and aching starts in your chest, blooming outward like a flower only meant to grow at night. You swallow thickly, “You remember that?” Because you kinda…bared you soul in that request for a date service. You hadn’t meant to come across so desperate but…you were also just being honest.
“I have a very good memory,” He attempts to wave this off, and you want to tell him not to—that what he’s saying matters. Austin’s seeing you, over walls you didn’t realize you had up after all this time.
“You said kind of implied that you wanted Todd to regret cheating on you, but I think you really meant that you wanted him to see that he didn’t break you.” He licks his lips and trails his pinky finger along your jawline as he curls loose hair behind your ear. “I’ve met a lot of women in similar situations, and not all of them have handled it like you.”
A laugh slips out of your throat, something you can’t stop. You’re trying to break the tension gathering in the room, something heavy and thick like warm cotton settling over both of you. Handled it? You haven’t exactly done that well, have you? If last night is any indication.
“What, they didn’t hire a male escort and get piss drunk?”
He smiles gently, shaking his head. “They let their exes break them because they couldn’t figure out who they were without them.”
The warmth in your chest threatens to burst and you wish for a moment that you could see yourself the way Austin does, so clearly, like everything is laid out before him, all he has to do is read.
“But not you.” It barely leaves his mouth before you close the distance between them.
The heat erupts in a single kiss, both of Austin’s hands tangling themselves in your hair, pulling it loose from your haphazard bun. He kisses you like you’ve always wanted to be kissed, even though you hadn’t realized it was something that was missing until now.
He inches you forward, forcing you to move until you’re straddling his waist, blankets getting caught and tangled in-between. Anything that’s been building up suddenly releases into you both, like a wave crashing, heated breaths against skin and not being able to get close enough. Austin tugs off your long t-shirt and a shiver travels down your skin as you reach up and automatically unclasp your bra.
You sit there for a moment, almost in the wake of realizing what you’ve done, and you watch Austin’s gaze. His eyes drink you in, hands still on your waist, trailing up your sides, thumb slipping underneath one of your breasts to press against your ribcage. The touch is intimate enough to cause something sharp in your throat, thick swallowing for it to disappear. You lean forward, presses your foreheads together and you kiss again.
You’re fumbling to get blankets down, to move everything out of your way and Austin flips your positions, easing you down onto your back along the cushions. He rifles for something in his suit jacket that’s nearby while you slip your hips up to slide your underwear down and off and away. He’s got too many layers on and you itch to immediately remove his shirt when he’s overtop of you again.
Toned skin greets you and you can’t help but touch, sink your fingers in, drag your nails. The noises that leave Austin’s throat are enough to single handedly build the heat beginning in your lower belly, something you don’t think you ever want to stop hearing. He moves only long enough to take his pants off, tossing them to the side, and he holds your gaze—
He waits.
You swallow and know this is such a bad idea, that nothing good can come from this. But wasn’t it Austin who urged you to figure out what you want? You want to feel confident? Wanted? Good enough?
Then it has to come from you first.
There’s a half-nod in Austin’s direction before he’s slipping a hand down between you, to put a condom on but also—
You moan, rolling your hips as you feel his fingers slide against you, inside of you. He teases, rolls flesh between his thumb and forefinger, lips falling to your neck to leave kisses that eventually find your mouth again.
He takes his time even though you wish he wouldn’t, building you up and letting you down easy before pressing inside. You gasp and your back arches, hips rolling forward, Austin leaning down to capture your mouth again, to absorb your sounds. You wrap your legs around him, which makes moving a little difficult, but you don’t want him to move too far away, want to constantly feel him—keep you both connected.
Austin nips at your lower lip with his own, not taking you long to build up what you’ve started. Pleasure circles in your veins, pulling you towards an end that you doesn’t want to reach yet. He doesn’t stop, keeps moving his hips forward at a quickening pace and you dig your nails into his back.
You barely have time to warn him before you’re cumming, though because your bodies are molded together, you think he already knows—probably knew before you did. He grunts as he loses himself in you, his face falling to your neck, gentle panting and lazy kissing.
You tilt your head back so your throat is exposed, your hands slipping down his back and settling on his waist, his skin a little slick to the touch. He lays there for a long few moments and you take one another in, his chest pressing into your own as you both breathe.
He pulls back too soon for your liking, but you don’t have the energy to tell him to stop. Austin cleans himself up, slipping onto the couch again, this time behind you, and pulls you close. You turn on your side, blankets coming up over your shoulder as you puzzle-piece both of you together, your face hiding in his neck, already falling asleep.
Austin says nothing, which is fine with you, he doesn’t need to say anything. His lips find your shoulder, a few kisses here and there, hands intertwining in your hair.
You finally figure out what you want—
and you want this. You want him.
--
You wake up before Austin does, pulling yourself from the couch and disappearing into the bathroom near the kitchen. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you kinda shake your head before drawing up Jill’s text messages on your phone.
Y/N: I think I messed up.
You wash your face and feel a little more human, sitting down on the closed toilet seat as she pings you back.
Jill: oh no, what happened? Jill: please tell me Austin didn’t turn out to be a serial killer
You laugh, your hand covering your mouth. Jesus. A small, hysterical part of you wonders if that’d be easier to deal with.
Y/N: the wedding went fine, he brought me back home, stayed the night Y/N: may or may not have had sex with him on my couch this morning??
Jill instantly tries to call you and you press the red button—you can’t talk to her when he’s still here.
Y/N: I can’t, he’s still here
Jill: !!!!!! Jill: girl omg— Jill: how was it? 😉
Running a hand over your face, you wonder if you should have ever said anything. Then again, there’s this small smile tugging the corners of your mouth. In general, you know that there’s nothing wrong with what you’ve done—both of you are consenting adults. But then there’s this whole other layer of…paying him to be your date. It’s not like you paid him for sex or anything but…
You kinda can’t help but wonder how many jobs he takes that end up like this.
Y/N: it was perfect but that’s not the point
Jill: so what is the point?
You sigh softly, tapping on your cash app and just…wondering. So many insecurities and questions and wonderings wrapping around you like a blanket, except it’s far too tight, suffocating almost. Taking in a breath, you set your phone down on the counter, looking up when there’s a knock on the bathroom door.
“Y/N?” Austin asks, “You alright?”
Reaching over to grasp the knob, you open the door with a soft smile, “Yeah.”
Austin looks ridiculously adorable slept on. His hair is slightly askew, skin looking warm, a soft, tired look in his eyes. God, you can’t believe he’s been here for so long in these wedding clothes, back in his slacks and a white undershirt.
“I uh,” He clears his throat, “M’gonna head home. Shower, change. But…”
You lick your lips, your stomach flip-flopping with eagerness.
“I was thinkin’ I could come back later; we could talk?”
God, talking sounds like such a great idea. Not to mention you could shower too, put yourself together, feel more like someone capable of having a serious conversation. So you nod with a soft smile—that sounds perfect.
And then—
You can pinpoint the exact moment that Austin glances to the sink and sees the cash app open because his expression changes, like a shadow passing over but instead of dissipating—it stays, darkening the color of his eyes. A breath catches in your throat as you straighten your shoulders, words on your lips and stuck on your tongue. Nothing comes out.
His gaze flickers up from the phone to your eyes and what you see there is like a cold bucket of ice water, anger but…deeper, it’s—
“Not what it looks like.” You finally say, breaking the tension into pieces with a hammer.
Austin hums, nodding his head and licking his lips. He’s trying very hard to speak without sounding annoyed, “What’s it like then?” He asks, the words daggered. “Cause it looks like you were about to pay me for services rendered.”
You shake your head and stand from the toilet on wobbly knees. Austin takes a step back from you, almost like a caged animal, getting ready to bolt. And then you realize, right, he’s not angry, he’s hurt.
“No—”
“Don’t lie to me,” He grounds out, the words chewed on between his teeth.
A shuddered noise leaves your lips because you can tell you’re losing it, this conversation slipping like sand between your fingers. He’s not going to be willing to listen to you if you confirm he’s right, that you had thought about it—if you admit you weren’t sure what you were doing or what sleeping together meant.
You distantly know that this isn’t going to end well, no matter what you say. Austin tore his walls down in front of you, exposed himself, and now he looks like a fool for doing it. Even if it’s on accident, you’ve hurt him, and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to backpedal without looking guilty.
“I thought about it,” You admit after a moment. “I wasn’t…” The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel cheap; you know that this thing started as a transaction but also that something changed last night.
“Nah, it’s good. You were payin’ me to do a job, right?” Austin turns to walk back to the living room, gather up his things. And it’s like…you have no idea what you can possibly say, how you can stop him.
Your legs carry you forward, “Austin, don’t.” You sigh and puts a hand on your lips, suddenly feeling nauseas as he moves too quick for you to stop him.
“Business is business. You can stop feelin’ so guilty,” He straightens his shoulders before grabbing his jacket, slipping it on. Metaphorically it feels like a shield, another layer he’s building back up between them both, shutting you out.
He can’t possibly leave like this, right?
You’re practically stumbling over your own feet as he makes it to the front door, “Please don’t walk away.”
His hand pauses on the doorknob, just for a moment, like he might actually be considering your words. But then he yanks the door open and slams it shut once he’s outside.
You don’t go after him.
--
Time goes on.
You expect that Austin might reach out to you—to apologize, to start over, or maybe even request the unfulfilled payment that he was supposed to receive after the wedding date. But nothing, it’s radio silent…and you think that’s worse.
You want to reach out to him on your own, but you’re not even sure where to begin. How to apologize for thoughts that are incomplete in your head. How to express emotions that are sitting at the bottom of your ribcage.
You’re just hoping for a chance to apologize and explain yourself, even though you’re not entirely sure you deserve it. Is this really it? Going back to business as usual and pretend they never met one another?
You sigh as you hear a few knocks on your door and hate how it feels like hope, quickly moving from your kitchen to tug it open and see Jill on the other side. You give her a small smile, letting her inside,
“I got your twenty texts, you alright?”
You run a hand over your forehead and shake your head, moving towards the kitchen for Jill to follow. You offer her a cup of coffee, sitting back at the counter with your own. Wrapping your hands around the ceramic, you glance up at your friend,
“I screwed up.”
Jill sighs softly, grabbing a cup for the coffee because clearly, she’s going to need it. “Tell me what happened; your texts were all hysteria and no detail.”
You map out the whole thing from start to finish, the chapel, the reception, the night of, the morning after—your voice drops on intimate details, like somehow you have to keep them exactly that. Intimate.
“Damn, Y/N.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, “I know…it was an accident.” You swallow. “The money part, anyways.”
She adds a few spoonfuls of sugar to her mug, stirring. “Does tall, blonde and brooding know that?”
You let your hand fall from your face, eyes focusing out the window above the sink at the city sounds and sights. Suddenly a dark blue gaze rekindles in your memory, the hurt there, wounded and refusing to let you past his boundaries again.
“I tried to tell him; he wouldn’t listen.”
Jill hums under her breath a moment and shuffles, “Maybe give him some time? Try him tomorrow.”
Easier said than done, “I don’t even know where he lives. He’s not going to pick up the phone if I try to call him; texts are useless.”
Your friend’s quiet for a few moments, considering—and then a sound leaves her lips and you picture a lightbulb going off on her facial expression. “But you know where he works.”
--
You stand outside the café that Austin works at for what feels like a long time, staring at the sign and pacing back and forth to your car parked down the street. You really hope no one is watching you because you probably looks crazy; you feel crazy. You can’t just approach this man where he works, can you? You don’t even know if he’s working today.
But it’s…worth a try, right? Like one last shot before you just drop it.
You’re not sure that if the situations were reversed, he’d show up at your front door, so. Or maybe you’re just hoping he would.
So after spending ten minutes contemplating what to do, you finally force yourself to walk up the café door and make your way inside. It’s a hole in the wall but filled to the brim with people at tiny circular tables, waiting in line to place their order with a beautiful blonde cashier and satisfied customers adding sugar and creamer to their coffees at a station to your left.
The heady scent of fresh coffee and baked goods slam into you like a truck, leaving you almost breathless. This place blends in when it should stick out—she wonders if you didn’t know Austin if you’d come in to order an iced coffee just walking by on the street.
Your eyes graze behind the counter until you finally spot him further down, filling baked goods trays in a window that were once empty. A ton of questions hit you at once; did he make those baked goods that are at his fingertips? How does he separate the time between the café and the stand-in job? What are you going to say to him?
Before you can fully approach him, Austin glances up—and spots you.
He’s not happy to see you but he doesn’t look as pissed off as the last time you saw him, so, you consider that progress. You swallow as you walk towards the counter and your hand settles on the top of the glass, the lights above the pastries warming your palm.
“Hi.” That’s it? That’s all you can say? This conversation is going to be just as painful as the last one.
Austin doesn’t have a chance to open his mouth because another worker, a blonde girl, rushes to the counter because she must be on register, “Hi,” She smiles, bright, “We have orange scones on sale today. What can I get you?”
You smile gently at her, glancing at Austin and wondering if he’s going to step in or just…continue not saying anything to you. You suppose you don’t blame him.
“I’ll uhm, take a hazelnut latte and one of those scones,” You nod, reaching for your wallet in your purse, “Thank you.”
“I got the rest of this, Chloe,” Austin steps in as you stick your card into the reader. “Thanks.” He watches her go before turning his attention back to you, customers passing by and receiving orders that he’s already packed at the end of the counter. He hands over your receipt.
“You stalkin’ me now?” He asks but he’s not amused, drumming his fingers on top of the counter.
You let out a slow breath and he moves to fill your order, working the espresso machine with practiced ease, “You won’t text me back.”
“Maybe that’s cause I didn’t wanna talk to you,” He says pointedly before motioning towards your right, “You skipped the line.”
“I didn’t want to order anything, I just wanted to talk.”
He smirks but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes and he grabs an orange scone, wrapping it in a napkin. “Look at you, really learned how to be honest about what you want.”
“You taught me how.” You insist, trying to catch his gaze. When you finally do, you hold it there, trying to will him to listen to you—because you’re not grasping at straws, meeting him, spending time with him…being with him really taught you about parts of yourself that were missing.
Or maybe not missing, exactly, but lying dormant.
“I just want five minutes of your time, please, then I’ll leave you won’t hear from me again.”
Austin lets out a long patient sigh with a shake of his head, something between aggravation mixed with a touch of being impressed—you’re persistent, at least. He’s going to hear you out and suddenly all the words mix in a blender and sink to the bottom of your ribs; you’re almost unsure of how to put this but all you can do is try.
“You’ve been right since we first met; I didn’t know how to want things for myself even though I expected so much out of other people.”
You chew on your lower lip a moment, eyes tracing over the handsome lines of his face—now was not the time to get distracted.
“This whole thing caught me off guard, I wasn’t prepared to want you…and not just as my stand-in date, but you.”
He doesn’t hold your gaze and maybe that’s okay, he busies himself with getting other people orders, keeping the line moving but you can tell he’s still listening to you. He’s still intent on hearing you through…even though you’re almost certain it’s not going to make a difference.
You can tell by his expression, by those walls remaining firm; they’re not budging for you.
Not again.
“The money thing was a mistake. You were right, I did open up my app and think about it because I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what this thing was or if I was…imaging how I felt. So I fucked up but…so did you for not sticking around and talking to me.”
Austin’s shoulders straighten; he doesn’t appreciate you calling him out. A rod appears up his spine, his posture almost towering despite the glass case between them.
“I just…that’s it,” You swallow, your thumb running over the scone in your one hand and picking up your finished latte with another. “That’s all I wanted to say. Sorry for disrupting your work.”
You turn quickly, can’t take the look in his eyes anymore, the bustle of other people around you. You’ve said what you needed to—you should feel more complete than before, right? Because at least he knows your side of things.
It’s his turn.
You push the door open, the welcome bell dinging after you as you leave.
He doesn’t come after you.
--
You try to shake your head as Jill orders another shot, but can’t quite stop her because the woman has a mind of her own when it comes to having a good time.
“No,” You crinkle your nose.
Jill laughs, “Oh come on—one more. You’re not calling it early already, are you? We can get fries after this.”
You sigh, a bit dramatically, but how can you turn down fries? “Fine.” You shake your head, running a hand over your face as you sit at the counter of your frequent bar, “I’ll be back though.”
You slide off the barstool, motioning she should save your seat as you put your purse on it. She grins, cups your cheeks with her hands and plants a kiss on your forehead. You shoo her off, moving through the crowd to the restroom. Once you’ve used the bathroom and spend a little time with a cold and wet paper towel to the back of your neck, you come back out and nearly run someone over—
And blink because—
“Austin.”
It’s been a few months since you’ve seen him but fuck, he looks just as amazing as he did when you tried to explain yourself in the café. Wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, boots and a white button down, he’s got a leather jacket on as well, just a bit more scruff to his face.
“I was wonderin’ if you were gonna be here.” But it’s…contemplative, thoughtful, like he might have actually planned on trying to find you in the bar where you met.
You feel like the world might be spinning off its axis. “Here I am.”
He smiles a little, glancing over his shoulder and fuck, you wonder if he’s here with someone and—you’re pleasantly surprised that it doesn’t cause some adverse reaction. No punch in your gut that you completely screwed everything up. Time, it seems, does heal some wounds.
Maybe not heal, scar at the very least.
“I saw you post somethin’ on your instastory and I was…well I was hopin’…” He kinda trails off and two thoughts slam into your body like a freight train. One, he sounds…nervous? Which you feel like is very unlike him, given what you’ve been through together. And second? It actually sounds like he knew you were here and he meant to find you on purpose.
“Can we talk?” He asks, “Maybe outside?”
“Yes,” And god, you hope you don’t say that too fast. “Fresh air sounds good.”
As you begin to walk outside with him, you text Jill letting her know where you’re going (and with who). She sends you exactly three text messages in response that you don’t dare look at.
You take in a deep breath in once you get outside, the cool air settling over you like a bucket of cold water. You almost wish you grabbed your jacket from the bar but…dragging Austin over there towards Jill would have been such a bad idea.
It’s fine—the air is refreshing, a bit sobering and this conversation probably won’t last long either way. Taking in a breath, you turn to look at him, a soft smile on your face as you wrap your arms around yourself.
“So…”
Austin clears his throat, “You uh—?” He motions to his jacket and you’re not quite strong enough to deny his offer, so you gently nod your head. Austin slips off his leather jacket and hands it to you and you put it on.
A soft noise of approval leaves your lips as your arms go through the sleeves, a little bit long, feeling perfect though when you zip it up. The lingering scent of his cologne and skin is enough to almost knock you on your knees.
“Thank you.” You whisper, curling your hair around your ear.
You know that Austin is gathering his thoughts, but waiting almost somehow feels worse. You’re just…not sure what to do with yourself other than stare at him, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket.
“I shouldn’t have left you like that,” He finally says, “At your place?” It’s like the tension start to unwind from your shoulder at that, you almost have to physically swallow over your words so you can let him speak. “Just…felt like what we did, it was real—and—”
“It was real,” You assure him, can’t allow him to think otherwise, “I know this is going to sound cliché but…opening that cash app had everything to do with me, not you. I wasn’t second-guessing what happened.”
Austin gently waves you off, “It’s not your fault, I—I’m so used to things bein’ a business transaction that I just jumped to conclusions.”
You give him a small smile and it feels good? to be on the same page after all this time but…it’s not like, “It’s okay,” You curl your hair around your ear, “I’m not sure where something like this could go. I wouldn’t ask you to quit a job that’s clearly lucrative.”
Austin nods softly, “Well you don’t have to, because I already have.”
You’re not sure why what he says doesn’t register right away, you’re kinda just staring at him, wrapped up in his leather jacket, people passing you both on the sidewalk as you stand outside this bar.
Then you blink, “What?”
He smirks, running a hand through his hair as he nods, “Yeah, I uh—just didn’t want to do it anymore.”
You feel like your brain might be short circuiting, “But about acting? What about L.A.?”
A soft laugh rumbles in his throat, “I can still do L.A. Bein’ an actor isn’t goin’ anywhere.”
And you know that he still has a café job, that he can find other jobs to satisfy what he wants in terms of collecting money but…somehow you’re worried he’s traded one thing in for another. Even though Austin doesn’t look like he has any regrets as he takes a step towards you. His hands gently rest on your arms, sliding down, like he’s waiting for you to push him away.
When you don’t—
“You're not the only one goin' after what they want.”
You can’t stop a small laugh from slipping from your lips and before you can talk yourself out of it, you press yourself up on your toes and kiss him. His arms wrap around you automatically, drawing you closer, his one hand cupping the back of your neck.
It feels like you’re kissing for a long time, or maybe it’s just felt too long since you’ve kissed. Either way, pulling away makes you feel a bit breathless and Austin smiles, pressing your foreheads together for a moment.
It feels like starting over, or maybe even better, a new chapter.
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Tips For Vtubers
Howdy there, I’m Liv and I’m a vtuber much like you, but I’ve been here the whole time so I’m here to compile stuff for you to help make your transition less scary.
To start, here’s is a post with a lot of tips for general tumblr use and here’s one for giving your blog a custom theme.
Beyond that here’s other things that aren’t mentioned but are gonna be relevant for you:
If you’re coming back to tumblr know that you can’t follow from your sideblog, if you want to follow back it will be from your main, as will your likes, replies, asks. Decide what to do with this information now before you settle into a blog.
Fully explore the settings, there's a ton of stuff hiding in there. AND do it on PC at least once, some stuff is not in the app.
Blogs have individual block lists, no idk why either. So if you want someone banned from everything you need to do that manually.
 Also enable tumblr Labs! It’s got reblog graphs which are rad (my beloved orbs) And alternate dashboards, the Blog Subscriptions one is my fave because it means all you have to do is turn on notifications to get all your fave guys in one dashboard.
Contrary to popular belief there is still a porn and adult content community here, if you want to get anywhere near them you have to have age in bio or they’ll smite you. EDIT: I posted more about how to navigate lewdposting here.
Tiktok embeds don't play nice with tumblr for some reason, if you also do tiktok then just reupload your videos and link your account there underneath.
The link post type will show up for your followers but there’s a chance it won’t show up in any tags, so don’t do going live posts like that.
BUT you can straight up embed your stream into your posts! As long as you're using the New Post Editor you should see this menu:
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Click the video camera, link to your twitch and bam. There it is. You can also do this with the video post type! If you're ever worried about your post format getting bonked just go through the tags and see what posts that DO make it are doing. Together we can overcome spaghetti code.
General "tumblr culture" is to not comment on posts but its not one thats set in stone, your fellow small vtuber account is probably dying for interaction so comment on posts! scream in the tags! send funny asks! Getting interaction right now is going to be a big comfort during a weird time.
Oh yeah we have ask boxes built in, no marshmallow needed.
ALSO we have pinned posts just like twitter, but as long as you want! Put your ref & socials & art tag (yes you can keep your fanart tags) & your minors DNI & a picture of your cat if you want.
OH I do suggest picking out tags for your personal content if you plan to also do reblogging, makes it easy for newcomers to find what you're doing.
#vtuber and #indie vtuber are full of fanart for the big guys. If you wanna find each other use #vtuber uprising
Okay this post is getting so long but final tip: check out custom pages. They're on the custom theme menu and they're basically mini webpages on your blog that can have their own coding. You can do Literally Whatever. Lore! Credit page! Ref sheets! I once put a choose your own adventure where you navigated by clicking specific parts of a picture on tumblr pages. I Mean Anything.
That's all for now, please add other tips if you want. And please reblog! Not just this post but other peoples too! This will all be way less of a drag if we can find each other. 💖
EDIT: One more thing, lolisho shit Does Not Fly here. They are some of the only tags that tumblr has actually shadowbanned and there is a reporting criteria for it to get taken down. It also doesn't fly on my blog! Begone!!
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Fucking You Right
Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader
Word count- 4.9k
Includes- Argument, sex, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, tummy bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff, Jungkook is such a fanboy for his girl
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@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld
Gif Credit- @jung-koook
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Jungkook POV
She's bopping her head to the music, my headphones on her ears, sitting next to me on the couch, Bam's head in her lap as she absentmindedly pets him
She's the only one I'm letting hear the finished track before anyone else
I value her input and I also wanted her to hear this song
The explicit version
I see when she hears the part I want her too because her head snaps to me, her eyes wide as plates, her mouth dropped open
"Holy shit", she gapes
I just smile, waiting for the song to finish
Waiting to see if she gets it
Two minutes later she pulls the headphones off, her face blushing
"Jesus Christ Kookie", she says
"Do you like it? Is it good?"
She nods, "It's good. So cute and then... damn....that line..."
"Which one?", I ask nonchalantly
She rolls her eyes, "You know. The 'fucking you right' one? ARMYS are gonna go insane"
Yeah I know
But that's not why I did it
"Are you really gonna sing this live?"
I shake my head, "That's the explicit version. There's a clean one. Changes fucking to loving"
She raises her eyebrow, "Still can be taken sexually"
I shrug, "I don't care"
I really don't
I'm not a fourteen year old anymore
I'm twenty five and ARMYS have to recognize I'm a grown man now
"K-ARMYS might be upset", she says, "I-ARMYS not so much. They're used their artists dating. To them it's not a big deal"
"That's why there's a clean version", I answer
"Well, I really liked the song. Congrats on writing a bop", she smiles
"Thanks", I smile, somewhat annoyed that she still isn't getting it
She nods, cuddling Bam, "So movie? Or do you wanna keep watching the kdrama we started?"
I just stare at her, not believing that she's not going to say anything more
I mean I'm talking about fucking someone in the song
Something no BTS member has done and she's not gonna ask more about it?
How?
"Kookie?", she asks, tilting her head, "Are you ok?"
No, I'm not
"Is that all you have to say?"
"Uh what?"
"About the song. Is that all you have to say?"
"Well yeah", she says confused, "I mean you asked for my opinion and I gave it. I don't know what else to say"
"You don't know what else to say?", I repeat, getting upset, "So you're not going to ask about the fucking part? Like is it literally or figuratively? Like is it an actual person?"
"Well I assume you mean a girl Jungkook", she answers, "But I don't know why you need me to ask about your sex life? Why do I have to know who you're fucking?"
"I'm not fucking anyone", I growl, angry this isn't going the right way
"Then what the hell?"
"You're not curious if I have someone in mind when I wrote that line? When I wrote this whole song which is basically a love song?"
"I don't need to know who you're pining for Jungkook"
"You should be asking because it's fucking you!", I yell, the shock on her face so fucking irritating, "The song is about you!"
I can't believe she's this oblivious
"What?", she gapes
"God, you're so fucking dumb!", I shout, standing up, starting to pace, Bam lifting his head and barking at me, "Jesus Christ, I've dropped so many fucking hints over the last few months and you don't get any of them!"
I've done everything I could think of- complimenting her, holding her hand, constantly hugging her, kissing her cheek
We fucking cuddle everytime we watch something
And she does all these things back to me and I don't understand what she doesn't get
I can't stand it when she introduces me as her best friend, when she constantly talks about what a good friend I am and all that shit
It infuriates me
And I'm angry at myself because I was too chicken shit to be direct
The fear of her rejection is massive
I have no problem getting girls to fuck, no problem telling girls my feelings for them when I did have girlfriends
But with her it's like I'm catatonic when it comes to talking about my feelings for her
I assume it's because I'm fucking in love
I've never went that far with any of the girls
It was never love
But with her it just fucking hit me in the face and at first I was terrified
I tried to deny it for awhile but being with her all the time, I couldn't
It was fucking obvious
To me anyway
I choked every time I tried to say something so I decided to drop hints
None of which she got
This song was the last thing I was going to try indirectly
Yes it's also for ARMYS but certain lines in the song I wrote when I thought of her
And I suspect the only reason why I'm saying anything at all is because I'm so heated
"Hints?", she asks
"Yes fucking hints! Goddamn Joanne, we fucking cuddle every time we hang out!", I yell, "I hate when you call me your best friend. I don't want to fucking be your best friend! I want to be your fucking boyfriend! I want to be the only fucking guy you want, the only guy you see, the only guy you love"
Her eyes are huge, blinking, as she whispers, "Love?"
"Yes love! I fucking love you! What do you think that line about giving all of me in the song is about? The devotion line? It's everything I want to give you!", I shout, "And by the way, you can be damn sure, I'd fuck you right!"
The look of utter shock on her face is insane to me
"I'm fucking stupidly in love with you!", I yell, to make everything clear
"Then why didn't you say that!", she yells back, standing up, making Bam yelp, jump off the couch and leave the room
"Because I was fucking scared! You fucking mean everything to me! I didn't want to lose you because you don't feel the same way!", I yell
"That's your fault! I never gave you the impression that you couldn't tell me anything or that I'd ever drop you, no matter what!"
"I was scared!"
"You didn't have to be!"
"Well how the fuck should I have known that?"
"You would have if you'd open your fucking mouth instead of dropping stupid hints like we're in high school!", she roars, "If you'd open your stupid mouth you'd know that you are the only guy I ever wanted! That I want to be your girlfriend for literally years! You'd know that I'm stupidly in love with you too! You fucking jerk!"
I open my mouth to yell at her when what she says sinks into my brain
She....loves me?
"And by the way, I love that your stupid song is about me and you better be damn sure you're gonna fuck me right", she yells, "And to start you better get your ass over here and kiss me right fucking now Jeon, Jungkook!"
My feet move immediately, practically running to her
Pulling her into my arms, I crash my lips against hers in an explosive kiss that shocks my entire body
I feel like my body is on fire, fireworks going off and I knew, I knew she's the one
Her arms move around my neck, her body pressing against mine as my arms wrap securely around her
My tongue finds hers, pressing together and shivers run up my spine
When we pull away, I smile, running my fingers in her hair, my eyes on her gorgeous brown ones
"I love you", I finally say
"I love you", she smiles, "My Kookie"
I nod, leaning my forehead against hers, "Always yours"
She kisses me again just as I was about to kiss her
I pick her up as the kiss deepens, heading right to my room
Bam is laying on the floor and he needs to get out right now
"Bam, out. Living room"
He whines but gets up and leaves the room
I close the door, sparks running up my spine as her lips press into my neck over and over again
I get her on my bed, kissing her passionately as I begin to undress her
I need her now
She helps me get her clothes off, pulling mine off at the same time, the clothing thrown all over my room
"Jesus Kookie", she says, gaping at me, her eyes widening when she looks at my dick, "That's...wow... very....huge"
I smirk at her, "Yeah. It's all for you baby"
She swallows hard as I get on the bed next to her
Pushing her down on the bed, I get my first glimpse of her, my mouth dropping
She's fucking amazing
Her stomach actually has some girl abs that I had no clue would turn me on
They're not cut into her like mine are but the faint lines are there
And now I noticed the small muscles in her arms and her thighs, muscles that were always covered up by clothes
Add the tattoos sprinkled all over her body I had no idea about and she's like my wet dream
"I didn't know you worked out", I say, touching her stomach
"Uh yeah. I don't go to a gym or anything, I just do it at home", she says, nervously, "Do....do you not like it? Do I look like a guy?"
I scoff, "No Joanne, you do not look like a guy. Don't be dumb. You're fucking gorgeous baby. God, I didn't know I'd be this turned on by your muscles baby"
"Really?", she asks quietly
"Really baby", I assure her, "And this just means that now you have to come work out with me"
She raises her eyebrow, "You want to do that?"
"Definitely", I nod, "We can work out together and then I can fuck you all over the gym"
Her cheeks turn so red, making me grin
"I'm gonna fuck you against every wall, on every machine we use and in the shower", I tell her, lowering my mouth to her ear, changing to a whisper, "Then I'm gonna bring you home and fuck you all over my apartment"
"Fuck Kookie", she whimpers
God I'm so turned on and I can't stop my hands from roaming all over her pretty body
"Fuck baby, I'm gonna fuck you so good. Every fucking day, all day"
"Seven days a week?", she giggles making me chuckle too
"Damn right baby. Gonna fuck you right, eat your pretty pussy just right, make you cum over and over for me", I tell her, leaning down, pressing kisses to her chest as I grope her boobs, "Make you scream my name until I'm the only thing in your pretty head. Fill your tiny pussy up with my cum, watch it drip out of you"
"Fuck Kookie"
"Mmm baby", I whisper, kissing around her nipple, "Then after I'm gonna kiss you, hold you, cuddle you"
I stop kissing her, looking up into her eyes, "And I'm gonna love you right every day of my life Jo. You're my everything and I love you so much"
She smiles, her fingers running in my hair, pushing it off my forehead, "I love you Kookie. Always baby"
I smile, letting her love wash over me, making me so fucking happy
Moving to her lips, I give her a sweet kiss, savoring the feel of her lips against mine
Then I pull away and immediately attach my mouth to her nipple, sucking on the perfect bump
"Jungkook, fuck!", she moans, her hand burying in my hair
God, her nipple is so hard, easy to suck on as I squeeze her boobs over and over
Her tits are amazing and I know I'm gonna be on them all the fucking time
Switching between nipples, I suck and lick all the while trailing my hand down her sexy body
Getting between her legs, I slide two fingers inside
She's so wet she takes them easily, moaning loudly as I massage inside her cunt
Her pussy clenches tightly around my fingers and I can't fucking wait to get her around my dick
She's gonna feel so fucking good
Pulling my fingers almost out, I thrust them back in, listening to her wet cunt take them
Moving faster, I thrust into her again and again, trying to find her spot
After a few more pumps, she moans so loudly, clamping down on my fingers, her pretty body shaking
Found it
Making sure I hit there as I finger her, I spread kisses down her body, feeling her skin tremble under my lips
I like that a lot
Finally getting between her legs, I watch her wet hole take my fingers, creaming them as I kiss her thighs, mesmerized by the sight
"So pretty baby", I murmur
My eyes land on her throbbing clit and fuck me, I need it in my mouth now
Leaning forward, I give her bump a lick, making her shout in pleasure, then I suck it in my mouth
It throbs against my lips, sending bliss down to my hard cock and I can't stop myself, I start sucking on her hard and fast
"Jungkook!", she cries and oh man, I never loved hearing my name more than this second
I keep my fingers moving at a steady pace, pressing on her spot again and again, slurping on her perfect clit
Both of her hands move into my hair, gripping hard as she cries out in pleasure
Fuck, she's so hot
I swear I had to be fucking stupid to not notice her sooner
She's the most beautiful, sexy, hot, stunning girl I've ever seen
I'm so happy everything worked out and she's finally mine
"Jungkook! I....I'm...I", she trails off into a moan
Hearing her fuels me to go harder and I suck on her faster, loving the way her clit feels in my mouth
God, I'm so gonna eat her out everyday
Not only do I love making her feel good, I'm enjoying this so much too
Another tug on her bump has her screaming my name, her body arching off the bed as she cums, holding my head against her cunt
I don't stop sucking, making sure she feels the pleasure throughout her orgasm, her pussy pulsing so hard around my fingers, soaking my hand
Feels so good
When she finishes, I slide my tongue down as I pull my fingers out
Licking around her hole, her cum hits my tongue and I moan from how absolutely sweet she tastes
Opening her legs more, I run my tongue on her more, swallowing her creamy cum
God, she's so good
How is she this good?
Fuck
When I get everything, I don't stop licking her, sliding my tongue up between her swollen lips then lavishing her clit again before sliding back down
"Kkk... Kookie..."
"Need more"
"Huh?"
"Need more of you", I tell her between licks
My god her pussy is so soft against my tongue, so fucking wet
I love it
"You do?"
"Oh yeah baby", I answer, running my tongue along her slit, "You taste so fucking good baby. I need more"
"Jesus", she whispers, only making me chuckle
"I need you to cum in my mouth baby so I can swallow you're yummy cream"
"What?", she squeaks
"Oh yeah baby", I continue, swirling my tongue around her little hole, "Your cum tastes amazing and I need more"
"Fuck"
"Gonna give it to me?", I ask, poking my tongue into her hole, wiggling inside her
"Yes! Yes Kookie!", she cries, her body arching again
God that sight it so fucking beautiful, it's burned in my memory
Pulling my tongue out, I lick up her cunt then plunge my tongue back in, her cries so fucking beautiful
Her fingers twist in my hair hard as I tongue fuck her, my own hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide open for me
Her cunt throbs around my tongue each time I dive into her, the pulses going straight to my dick
I'm so fucking horny and I need to fuck her soon
I need to know what it's like to be inside her
Soon, I tell myself, soon
The next plunge in her cunt sends her over the edge, her pussy squeezing my tongue as she cums all over it
"Jungkook! Jungkook!"
I'm hit with her delicious taste, moaning as I keep swallowing until I'm sure I get it all
So good
I give her one long lick after she finishes, then move away
She starts to sit up, but I move over her, gently pushing her back down
"But don't you want-"
I shake my head as I get her legs around me, "Not now baby. I'm fucking dying to be inside you"
She smirks, moving her arms around my back, pulling me on top of her, skin to skin
Fuck, she feels so soft, so smooth against me
"Is that so?", she asks, lifting her head, kissing my cheek
I nod, "Want you so bad baby"
"Then it's good I want you just as badly"
"Yeah?", I ask shyly
I have been very vocal about wanting to fuck her and I'm glad she feels the same about me
Her hand moves between us, wrapping around my dick
"Fuck, so big baby", she murmurs, stroking me, pleasure entering my body, "Are you gonna fit?"
I nod, moaning softly, "Yeah baby. I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Make you fit around me"
"Promise?", she smiles
"Promise baby", I agree
She moves my cock to her hole just as her lips crash against mine
I push in, my head slipping inside her
She drenches me as I move in inch by inch, spreading her unbelievably tight pussy around my cock
"Jungkook! Fuck!", she moans, her pussy taking my cock so well
God she feels so good, sucking me in as I move
Fuck
"Oh fuck, yes baby", I moan when I finally slide all inside her tight pussy, my body actually shaking
"Kookie, oh god, Kookie!", she cries, her body pressed right against mine, clinging onto me
"Fuck, you're even better than I imagined", I murmur
"Imagined?", she whimpers quietly
Smiling at her, I nod, "Yeah. If you don't think I fantasized about having your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock all the damn time then you're crazy"
Her entire face flushes pink and it's so cute
"Is...is it just like you imagined?"
"Better", I tell her, "So much better baby"
She smiles shyly, "You're better than I imagined too"
I smile wider, proud that she thought of us together
At least I wasn't the only one
Kissing her, I start moving, pulling back then plunging back in
"Oh my fucking god", I moan, feeling her spread open so pleasurably, pulsing hard when I'm all in, "Oh baby fuck"
Her pussy is so loud, the wet slippery noises of my cock fucking her so fucking pretty to listen to
I need more
I need to go deeper
Moving my arms under her legs, I push them to her chest, getting on my knees and pounding into her cunt at a rapid speed
I get in so much deeper, slamming into her spot, her screams getting louder and louder, feeling out of this world
When I look down, I see her cunt creaming my cock so much, it's fucking all over
I have never seen a pussy this creamy, not even in porn
And it's all mine
All fucking mine
Each pound into her cunt splits her open on my dick as I move harder and harder, the sound of our skin slapping mixing with the sound of her squelching pussy
Something I'm so excited to listen to every day
With each move inside her, I watch her stomach bulge, so turned on knowing my cock is that deep inside her
"Do you feel how we were made for each other?", I ask her as I fuck into her, "Do you feel how my cock was meant to be inside you? How your pussy was made to be wrapped around my cock and only mine?"
"Yes", she cries, her fingers gripping my arms so hard, her eyes closed, face in pleasure
"Do you feel how I was made to move inside you baby?"
"Yes Jungkook", she moans, "Yes baby"
"You were made for me baby. Everything about you, you were meant for me", I tell her, really believing that, "And I was made for you Jo. Just for you"
She nods in agreement, "Yes Kookie. Just for you baby"
"I love you", I tell her
Her eyes open and I can see the love for me in them
It's truly aweing
"I love you Jungkook"
Crashing my lips to hers, I soak in her words, her kiss and I'm utterly happy
Her pussy clamps down hard around me, pulsing at the speed of light and I know she's close
"Cum for me baby. Cum for my cock", I murmur, pressing kisses into her neck, listening to her moan my name over and over
This is something I can get used to every fucking day
"Oh my god, Kookie", she cries, her fingers digging into my arms as she clenches my cock in a death grip, coming so fucking beautifully
I watch her, mesmerized while unbelievable pleasure hits me hard
"Jungkook! Jungkook!", she cries, her small body shaking against me
Fucking hell, it feels so good
So goddamn good
I'm ready to explode but I push back my orgasm
I'm not ready to be out of her pussy yet
Thrusting into her, I fuck her through her orgasm, her body relaxing when she's finished
"Good baby?", I smile
"Amazing", she says, breathing hard as she struggles to sit up
"Baby-", I start
"Wanna ride you", she says and I nod, so down for that
Pulling out, I let her push me down on my back, watching her climb in my lap
I'm so fucking excited as I realize I get to watch her body as she fucks me
Oh my god this is going to be amazing
I watch her get my head in her hole, then watch her hole spread and strain as she slides down my cock
There's so much fucking cream pouring from her cunt, her pussy only getting wetter the more she takes me
She finally bottoms me out, sitting on me, her hips immediately rocking on me
The tight grip around my cock feeling absolutely perfect, her throbbing increasing the more she grinds on me
"Fuck baby, this pussy feels so good", I murmur, placing my hands on her hips and slowly moving them up her body
I love touching her skin, feeling her muscles underneath
Such a turn on
"Mmm baby", she whimpers, "Love your hands on me baby"
"Don't worry baby" I assure her, "I'm good to be touching you every single day, just feeling your pretty skin, your pretty body"
"Mm", she murmurs, leaning back on my legs
Her hips lift, sliding up my cock, leaving a glistening mess on my length
It's so fucking pretty
She slides down quickly, taking me all in right away and I can't help but yell in pleasure when I'm back inside her
She keeps moving, her bounces getting harder and faster with each one
I watch my perfect girlfriend ride me, her boobs bouncing in my face, a light sheen of sweat all over her, pleasure in her face
I'm so fucking lucky she's mine
So lucky
Gripping her hips, I fall into the feeling of her pussy engulfing my cock, the spasms, the way she soaks me, a pretty ring of cream forming around the base of my cock
I'm in heaven
"Promise you'll bounce on my cock like this everyday baby", I murmur
"I promise", she moans, riding me harder, her pussy clinging to my length in a vice grip
"I promise I'll fuck you everyday", I promise her, "I'll eat your pussy everyday baby. I promise"
"Yeah Kookie", she whimpers, her cunt so close to coming
"I'll fill your cunt with my cum everyday"
"Yes Kookie. Want that so much", she moans, "Fuck, wanna be full of you. Full of your cock, full of your cum"
"You will be baby. I promise", I breathe, sweat rolling down my face
She slams down, my head rubbing her spot and she screams my name as she cums
Her hands grab my wrists, my entire lap flooded
Looking down, I realize she's squirting on my cock and that sight sends me over the edge
"I'm gonna cum!", I yell
"Inside my pussy! Fill me baby", she cries
I grab her waist, pulling her down on me as ecstacy tidal waves over me, shooting my cum into her squirting pussy
"Oh my fucking god! Joanne! Oh fuck!", I yell, stars blasting in my eyes from the sheer bliss
I can't...it's never felt this good before
Never
My body shakes hard and I'm just lost in the pleasure
Lost in her
I come back from that intense orgasm to kisses on my face and her voice murmuring, "I love you" over and over
I move my arms around her, hugging her to me, whispering, "I love you Jo"
She smiles, gives me a soft kiss, then moves off me, laying next to me
Turning to face her, I pull her into my arms, cuddling into her
She giggles, her arm wrapping around my body in a hug
Looking down at her, I smile widely
"What?", she asks
"Afterglow", I tease
She bursts out laughing, "You dork!"
I chuckle, nuzzling into her neck, giving her soft kisses, "That's your dork"
"Yeah mine", she giggles, "All mine"
"Fuck baby, you have no idea how happy you make me when you say that. I never thought you'd be mine Jo"
"I am", she assures me, "And you're my Kookie"
"Always baby", I promise, gently pressing my lips against hers
After the kiss, she snuggles into me and I'm having the best fucking time, holding her tightly
"Cuddle time", she says so adorably
"Yeah baby. All cuddles all the time"
Her musical laughter fills the room and I know I'll never tire of hearing it
"Nap time?", she asks, making me laugh
"Yeah baby but first I have to ask you something"
"Mm what is it?"
"Well it's about the song"
"What about it?"
I've been thinking about this since I recorded the song and I really hope she goes for it
"I want you to be in the music video"
Her eyes shoot open, her mouth dropping, "What?"
"I want you to be in the music video with me", I repeat, "The managers, director and I were talking about the video and we all agreed that there should be a girl in it with me"
"But doesn't the director already have someone? An actress?"
I nod, "Yeah, he does but I asked him to hold off on contacting the actress. I told him I had someone in mind but I had to ask first"
"I...I don't know what to say"
"Say yes baby", I ask, "I just, I want you in the video. It's a song for you, about you baby. I don't want to pretend to sing it to an actress. I want you"
She bites her lip hesitantly, "But Kookie, won't ARMYS ask you who I am? Who the girl is in the video? I'm not a well known actress that they will recognize. I don't want it to cause problems for you"
I know why she's worried
I know ARMYS would get mad about a girl in the video
I see the ridiculous comments some leave about how they'll stop supporting me if a girl is in the video
Or how upset and hurt they would be
It's ridiculous
I'm not allowed to have someone special but they can?
It's not fair and to be honest I don't care if they're mad
I'm not sixteen anymore
I'm not a sheltered baby
And if I want my girlfriend in my music video I damn well will
If she agrees of course
"Baby, when they ask me that I'm going to tell them the truth"
"The truth?", she gapes
"Yes", I nod, "I'm going to tell them you're my girlfriend and that I'm ridiculously in love with you"
"Kookie, you can't-"
"Yes baby, I can", I say gently, "I don't care if they get mad. I'm not going to lie to them either. They either support me or they don't. But I'm not hiding you. Not a chance in hell"
She doesn't say anything, shock over her face
"So will you be in my music video?"
A small smile forms on her face as she nods, "Yeah baby. Ok"
A huge relief washes over me
"Thanks baby", I say, then give her a kiss
"Just don't blame me if you're career tanks after this", she mumbles
"I won't", I laugh, "Don't worry so much baby. As long as we're together, everything will be fine"
She giggles, nodding, settling into my arms, "Ok Kookie. I love you"
"I love you too baby"
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lutawolf · 7 months
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My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 4
If you haven't read the others, they can be found here.
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Ahhh, nothing gets me going like a sub wearing what their Dom picked out. That subtle ownership. Why yes, I do pick out all my husband's clothes except the dreaded work clothes. I refuse to take the blame for those tacky things.
Right off, we can easily see that this is not an M/s situation. The fact that Segasaki is asking Yoh what he wants to do, tells us exactly what we need to know. Yoh is explaining what he is going to do. That is not something a slave would ever even think to do. We can easily tell that he is a subby sub though, cause when Segasaki brings out the Dom, Yoh eases back.
OMG, that chin grab! @bl-bam-beyond pretty please gif that chin grab.
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That chin grab with the "No." Ugh, how all my lovely subs doing? Are you still here? Have you been able to finish the show? Or are you stuck here on rewind?
Yoh actually questions Segasaki as to why not. Anybody still thinking Yoh a slave? Cause not to be rude, I can't fix stupid. This boy, a brat. Fuck, this whole scene is really showcasing their dynamic. "But we made a promise." "Tell her that you can't go anymore. Do it. Do you even know why you are in this house." And once again, we're back at the misunderstanding stage.
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A fangirl, I see. OMG, this is adorable. Yoh is like, sure. Let's look at the tie of my Dom, bestie.
Yoh calling with Segasaki standing over him. This episode is killing me in the best possible way. Don't revive me! (No! I have not taken my ADHD meds, don't judge me!) "I was ordered to stay home." Hahahaha! Then the ahhhh, after he tells her that he will make it up to her. Letting you know he was likely just punished by Segasaki. Yes, my mind went here.
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Then the reward of the head pat, "you did good."
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She showed up to check on him! Woot! Haha, she is about to find out who is boyfriend is. Hahaha. I'm dying. Meanwhile, his boyfriend is like, "guess it's time for a face off." Ya'll I'm not okay. I'm laughing so hard.
And Yoho stepped over a line and got put in his place. But he is too busy having a crisis to care! 🤣🤣🤣 Her face is my favorite.
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That effortless lie. He wasn't feeling well. Uh huh. I love these two dumbass friends. I need sake too!!! I'm dying. Shit, I can't breathe through the laughter.
Now it's Yoh's turn to be jealous. Ahh, he got drunk and fell asleep on the floor. The places we find comfortable when we are drunk.
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Nope, he doesn't want to go to the bed. I love the outer dialogue we are getting. I really enjoy that we get Yoh's side of things and from his perspective, but this rounds it out a bit for me.
And look at that beautiful smile when Segasaki finds out she's married. "Are you in your rebellious phase." Does this sound familiar to certain people whom I will not mention by name!?! Hmmm! Brats! Stop breaking my heart! Make him stop Segasaki, make him stop!
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Fuck, I love these two so much. Everything he is describing is very much a Brat Tamer. Bossy but gentle. Controlling but caring. Charming and unreasonable. Brat Tamer.
The way his squishes Yoh's face! Ahhh, these two are gonna kill me!
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"It would be nice if you stayed drunk forever." Because of the honesty. Segasaki likes Yoh's quirks, but he also wants the honesty and the connection.
I need the curry story now! But apparently, I must wait. Heavy sigh.
Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know in the tags if you did. 💜💜💜 See you next time.
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liathgray · 1 year
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Can we hear some of your Brain farts about green screen please?
OF COURSE
This AU is in a squishy stage (read: I am open to suggestions) and not everything is set in stone, but I do know one thing for sure: lil April is a conspiracy theorist.
She spends a lot of her free time doing baby detective work because it was fun, "cracking cases" like who stole the pizza boys delivery bike!
She starts reading up on conspiracy theories / checking the paper for any ongoing investigations and most of what she comes across doesn't need investigating, theres always one theory ppl agree is right.
Until she finds out about the Lou Jitsu conspiracy. The celebrity who vanished for over ten years without a trace and returned with strange children.
Not. One. Person can agree on this. There's like a million different explanations and none of them fit! April. just. it sucks her in so fast and this girl is NOTHING if not stubborn.
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She digs and digs and digs and the crazy thing is: she solves it. April correctly figures out what happened via paying attention to small things, and also being a child that can accept things like "theres a magic city under NYC" girly GOT IT! But of course no one believes her.
If only she could prove it...
Rest of AU: First, Second, Fourth
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fineanddandy · 4 months
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Don’t Play
Relationship: Endings, Beginnings!Frank x black!reader
Warnings: submissive male, dominant female, domme tings, needy possessive behavior, domme/sub relations, oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, secret relationship, tiny age gap, graphic language, 18+
A/N: this was mostly Quinn influenced. Saw needy but possessive sub male tags in an audio and thought to myself, “hmm…now who would be a good subby baby…” and bam, my boy Frank came to mind. No plot really…just a little smut driven drabble of sorts…
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Sitting across from your dorky younger brother and his friends, you stifle back your giggles behind a sharp smirk. Ugh, what are you doing? You know you shouldn’t be flirting with your younger brother’s friend, but god he’s so fuckin wicked. Biting his sinful smirk with a wink, as everyone talks shit around you guys too occupied eye fuckin each other. Maaan…you really shouldn’t be giving him the attention. After the last time you guys fucked around, you said you’d stop. It’s your little brother’s homie after all, so you guess it’s a little weird or whatever…but how can you stop wanting him when he looks at you like that? You had been doing pretty well most of the night ignoring his secret advances, cutting your eyes and suppressing your sadistic little smirk when he spoke or touched you. But as the night wore on, and the drinks kept constantly pouring, you were having second thoughts about your night’s plans.
At first, you were just having a bit of fun with Frank, pawing at him when you needed a little attention, and he became fixated with his role, damn near begging most nights for you to use him again. So fuckin sexy when he begged too, with those soft grey eyes…his smooth gravelly voice. That was the problem. He’d barely give you a look, barely utter a word, and you were ready to make him squirm. If he wasn’t such a sweet, needy little thing…
“Can you guys shut the fuck up and play already?!” One of your brother’s friend’s shouts over the commotion. “Y/N! Come get your brother!”
You roll your eyes with a shrug, standing from your seat for a refill. “I don’t know why I bother coming to y’all’s game nights…” You dismissively wave your empty glass as you head for the bottles lining the kitchen counter. You know why you bother coming. For the love of video games, their goofy ass arguing, and for your little play thing…
“Yo Frank! Where you goin?!” One of their friend’s shout after him chasing you down, signaling him to shutup back over his shoulder. Scoffing a chuckle to yourself, you shake your head and fill your glass with ice. You knew he would be following you in here to ask,
“So when are we heading back to your place?” Frank suggestively whispers in your ear, glancing back at the guys in the living room to see if they’re paying any attention. But they’re runnin their mouths, not giving a fuck about y’all. You slowly pour whisky over crackling ice, pretending you don’t hear his question with a crooked grin. He keeps his flirty lips near, watching you make your drink, ignore his question. Frank was done hanging out with his bonehead friends, and past ready to hang out with you. Alone. Keeping him on edge was all apart of your game he loved to play the most. Fuck C.O.D with the boys. Frank slowly lifts his hand to faintly brush a finger across the back of your neck, leans in a little closer so his hot breath dances across your flesh. “C’mon…I’m bored. And I wanna play…”
You can’t help the way your shoulders slightly shudder under his playful touch, grinning around the rim of your glass as you draw away. Eyeing his retreating hand, you take a long drink and lick whisky away with the tip of your tongue. Gradually you drop your hooded gaze down his front, take him and his boner in with a long sigh. “Hmm…keep it in your pants, lil Frankie boy…” you muse, snatching up his hard on with a sleazy smile. Give it a nice squeeze just to make him moan a little.
“Mmm…must you do that…” Frank sighs with a whimsical smile, inhaling a deep breath with a flutter of his lashes. He throbs so nicely in the palm of your hand.
“Yes.” You smile wider, giving it one more good squeeze just because you can, then immediately drop your hand and walk away, as if nothing happened. “Y’all done?! I’m up next, and y’all gettin on my nerves.”
Finally these dorks have settled down and are ready to move on, grumbling and laughing amongst themselves as you rejoin the party. Leaving Frank to readjust and calm himself down before comes back, clearing his throat and drinking his beer, trying to ignore the dull ache in his tight balls.
“Yo, sis, you’re on my team.” Your brother shoves the controller in your hands as you plop down on the couch beside him. “Yo I swear she’s gonna fuck y’all up,” he points to his friends on the opposing team, “she’s a fuckin beast!”
A beast indeed, Frank smirks at you side eyeing him with a chuckle, diverting your attention to the screen. He’s very much aware of what kind of beast you are, and he can’t get enough of it. The taunting, the teasing, the way you owned him. Frank loved being under your thumb. Gratified his insanely long crush on you. Anytime you told him to come, he’d happily come skippin right along, ready to do your bidding. Willingly falling to his knees, mouth wide open, tongue out and panting. Your brother and their friends had no clue what you two have been up to. And he liked it that way, that you guys had your little secret sick affair.
Tonight, he came on a mission. It’d been too long since the last time, so Frank was jonesing. You’d been blowing him off for weeks now, blatantly informing him about your dates and hook ups; if he didn’t get his chance tonight, he was going to flip shit. So desperate for your pussy he was fighting every urge to take you to your brother’s bedroom. Worship you as they shouted at the game. Frank’s got a serious hankering, and he needs to be satiated before he does something out of hand and expose you guys. Knowing you, and how you’ve been acting lately, he may have to put up a fight to get what he wants.
As you take out your brother’s friends out with maniacal chuckles, you feel Frank’s haughty stare burning the side of your face, as if he’s trying to distract you and bait you into looking at him but you’re almost done with this round. Your brothers’s friends cuss and gripe with each kill as you snicker at a mental image of him over there. Probably got his legs spread wide open, dripping dick aimed in your direction. Fuck, he’s thirstier than usual—there goes another kill—you grin, because that’s exactly where you want him. Foaming at the mouth, brain clouded by his dire lust, just so you deny him once more. Ha…you’re sick, but so is lil Frankie boy there.
One of your brother’s defeated friend’s messy ass ups and asks out of nowhere, “so big sis, what’s up with you and your latest conquests?”
This dude here… You scoff as you take out some sniper atop a building, tempted to glance back at Frank to see if he’s scowling. He hates how you casually talk about your roster in front of him, especially when the guys bring that shit up. “Not much to report really. They come and go you know…” You keep your answer vague just to push his buttons.
And he doesn’t make it any better as he shouts with a laugh. “Oh so you got it like that?!”
Darting a glance back at Frank stewing, you shrug a sly shoulder and all the homies erupt in big laughs, hyping you up, except for your lil play thing who’s just shaking his head. So was your brother, grabbing his forehead as he grumbles,
“Please shut the fuck up. I do not want to hear about my sister’s sex life.”
Neither does Frank…unless…
“Shit, I’m trying to get like her…” one of his other friends fess up and a couple of them agree with more laughter and you just shake your head at him, trying to focus on the game. Someone was hiding from you. Stealthily seeking your last victim out, you smack your lips.
“Please…you’re too careless…”
The guys roar their oooo’s and awww’s, giving him crap because it was true. His game was trash; he could only wish he had his shit on lock like you.
Intently staring at the screen to help you, your brother waves a hand at him. “Seriously, dude, shutup. Quit distracting her.”
His friends crack up, loudly recounting your exploits as if you’re not sitting there just to make your brother mad, attempt to throw you off. As if that’d work. Even Frank’s hurt scowl isn’t going to stop you from owning these asshats. Isn’t going to stop you from owning him period.
“So…tell us…how do you do it?” Frank asks over everyone talking. With a shake of your head, you bite down on your smile, finally locking in on your target. Game just about over, as soon as you put one in the back of their head. Your brother tries to contain his excitement, but he’s bouncing up and down in his seat, egging you to pull the trigger already. Aimed and ready. By the time they notice, bang. Game over.
Meeting Frank’s smoldering eyes, you proudly toss the controller down on the coffee table. “Simple. Keep ‘em in their lane.” Your brother’s triumphant and the room erupts louder than before. How’d you do that?! And so quickly too?! That’s so unfair! The only reason you’re invited! The guys are outraged. Good, you wink over your glass at Frank, finishing off your drink in one satisfying gulp. You gotta go.
Keys in hand, you slip on your jacket, doing your best to hurry up outta here so you won’t cave to Frank. You don’t feel like being questioned about where you going or who you gonna be with. Frank won’t like your answers. And with him chompin at the bit to get between your thighs, there’s no telling how he’ll react to you leaving. Hence why you gotta get out while the gettin’s good and currently, he’s distracted, yappin it up with your brother. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket.
I’ll be at your place in ten.
Shit, you quietly curse, reaching for the doorknob just as a warm creamy hand wraps around it first. Ugh fuck, you stomp your foot, turning to find Frank right up on you. Wasn’t he just preoccupied? You should’ve known you weren’t getting away easily.
“Leaving? So soon?” He presses you back into the door, suffocating you with his heat.
Rolling your eyes, you push him back off you some with a flat hand. “Yeah. Got somewhere to be.”
“Without me?” He arches an intrigued brow, feigns a little sad pout that instantly transforms into a smirk. “Doesn’t sound like too much fun…”
You tut a half smile, raise your chin. Only if he knew. “Trust me. It will be.” You boop his nose as you whisper into his lips, “Bye lil Frankie,” push him out the way as you yell back over your shoulder, “Bye guys!” They shout bye in return as you head out the door, giving Frank one last playful glare just before you slam the door shut in his face.
To check yourself, and to keep your love life interesting, you date random guys from Tinder. And tonight, you had a really cute guy you’d been seeing and flirting with for weeks lined up. You were a little excited to press up against him, cuz he had been talking a real good game. About all the shit he wanted to do to you, and how he couldn’t wait to taste you. Ugh, he had you ready to find out. He seemed a little aggressive, which you liked on a man from time to time. Sometimes it was nice to be pushed around. Especially when you’re the one that’s usually doin the pushin. So you in need of a switch up. That’s why you couldn’t entertain Frank’s foolishness tonight.
Fuckin with Frank was so much fun though, always had been. Growing up, all he ever wanted to do was impress you, and you were always right there putting him in his place. And he seemed to really love it; no matter how bad you dissed him, Frank kept chasin up behind you. So it didn’t take long for you to realize that he liked you. Definitely didn’t take long for you to realize…you could have a little fun with him. And at first, you started real small. A couple of “accidental” grazes, long intense stares, some cute laughs at his jokes. Simple touches on his shoulders, hands, knees. Tiny requests here and there; Grab me this, take me here, can you do that for me please Frankie. A lot of insinuating thank you’s, you’re so sweet, the fuckin cutest, flirting when you got him alone. But still sneak dissing him in front of friends, reminding him that he was nothing but your little brother’s weak ass homie, that he’s not the only one you’re out here using. This silly little game was never ending…
“Well…that was a fuckin bust…” you mumble under a facepalm, walking away from your front door with a heavy sigh. The hell man…did dudes forget what “down to fuck” means or what?! Wastin your damn time. And he seemed so about it when you set the date up, just for him to pussy out? You hate when this fuck shit happens that dude’s done. Now you’re all worked up, ready to exert all your pent up sexual energy on anyone, when out of nowhere, your phone pings from the other room. Looking down the hall, your belly warms. Mmm…shit… Ping, it calls out for you. Intuitively, your feet anxiously pace back to your bedroom, gunning for your phone on your nightstand. There, two unread texts sat:
Thought you had somewhere to be…
Let me in.
You fuckin knew it.
Tossing your phone back down, your feet quickly pad back to the front door, swinging it open to find Frank standing there, already shaking his head down at you. You dissed him for a dude who couldn’t even deliver. Sad. When were you gonna give this shit up.
“What,” you grin up at him, a little grateful he showed up on his own. Well…this is a first. Think he slick or somethin. Can’t help but wonder how long had he been waiting for dude to leave.
“He didn’t last long.” Frank chuckles as he pushes pass you, shutting the door behind him.
“What do you know…” You shrug as you turn away. You ask him, “why are you here Frank? Did I summon you?”
He hums behind a clever crooked grin, “mmm…not directly…but, I heard your little pussy cryin out for me. So…” presenting himself like a magician performing a surprise trick.
Spinning back around on your heel, you fall out laughin, shaking your head at him with a fold of your arms. “Oh? Y’all talk like that?”
Frank nods. “Mmhmm. You see…me and your pussy, we’re like this now.” He crosses his fingers in front of his snarky mouth. “Knew she was left achin, so I came right on over…”
More like he’d been outside your building and saw dude leave not even an hour or so after arriving. Sure, you like to get to the point, but the timing of his departure was concerning. Did dude turn you down? What a fuckin idiot. But that’s okay cuz now your Frankie boy’s here to do what the dumb fuck couldn’t. As usual.
Looking him up and down, you tut with a chuckle, “you don’t know my pussy…” Although what he said was kinda cute, kinda turned you on. Maybe they were familiar with one another but…
Frank dramatically nods some more as he encroaches. “Yes I do. We’re the best of friends. Know her like the back of my hand. Wanna know why?”
You hum up at his dimpled chin, scaling his humored squint with your own. “Yeah…why…”
“Cuz I’m obsessed with her…with you…” Frank grazes his thumb across your heated cheek. “No one else knows her like I do…”
You almost nuzzle into his fragile touch since it’s so sweet, but you pull away, remember who the fuck you are, what the fuck it is. “So you say, but I think you should get in line Frankie…”
“First?” His brows jump.
You deny that notion, even though it’s pretty much true. “Not even…more like fifth…?” You ponder with a small shrug.
Frank trails his fingertips down your arm, looming over you with those depraved dark eyes. “Well…what can I do to prove my rightful place, big sis?”
Ah shit…there he goes, using that nasty tone, that condescending nickname. That bullshit shouldn’t make you tingle since your brother’s besties have been calling you that for years but…because it falls so sinfully from his pouty lips, because it was him…that shit was so goddamn hot. Turned you.
Leaning up into that fuckin mouth, up on your toes, you murmur, pressing a stiff hand into his trembling chest, “must I always tell you what to do lil Frankie?”
He weakly gasps, “no ma’am…” desperate to taste your sneaky tongue but not yet, not without your permission. His heightened breath quivers, well aware of what comes next as you gradually push him away.
“Didn’t think so.”
You snicker with a shake of your head, staring down at Frank fall to his knees before your bare feet. Once he’s securely planted into his rightful place, you flicker your brow and he claws at the elastic waist of your shorts, pulling them down your smooth legs with a lick of his parted lips. As he exposes your pussy, he inhales a deep breath, relishing in your scent and it makes his dick painfully hard. Holding steady, he helps you step out of them with a sad groan, relieved to see your pussy. You just huff a laugh at him dying to keep it together. Be a good boy, but he’s unintentionally inching his chin towards your thighs, hypnotized by your heat. Despondent and deprived is what got him here in the first place, what’s going to get him punished.
You affectionately run your fingers through his fluffy hair, smile sweetly as your nails gently scratch his scalp, just before you forcefully clutch down on his head. Frank moans with a catch of his breath, boldly staring deep into your mad brown eyes. “Can’t believe you showed up at my front door without a proper invitation Frank. You know what’s up. Are you so fuckin needy you turn into a fuckin creep?”
Yanking on his fisted hair, you jerk his head back, and his mouth falls wide open, his long tongue rolls out over his bottom lip. You softly moan out for him, stroke your nimble fingers up and down your wet slit for him convulsing in your grip. Waiting for you. Choking on his whimpers as you put on for him. Tap your fingertips against your juices collecting along your folds, buck your hips in his face. His pretty eyes water, pools of drool collect and begin to trail down from the corners of his shaky lips. Frank nods a hesitant yes in your tight grasp, gasping for air.
“Poor lil Frankie boy,” you scoff with a tiny smirk, timidly removing your saturated fingers from your middle, stretching them towards his tingling tastebuds. But you refuse him with a tsk, bringing your pussy riddled hand for your mouth instead. Noisily you suck the pair clean with enticed moans and a few smacks of your curled lips, love to watch him squirm, silently beg with those big bright eyes of his for anything. You hum around your pruning fingertips slipping out from your tangy mouth, collecting every bit of your tainted saliva on the tip of your tongue. Just by the way your lips begin to shape Frank eagerly opens his eyes wider, stretches his chin up. So excited, your walls flood at the sight of him begging harder for your spit down his dry throat. Your hand relaxes and caresses the back of his head as you lean over, goosebumps breaking out all over your skin from the sound of his satisfied moan. He swallows with a long grin, a flutter of his curly lashes, and you just about cream down your thigh.
“Fuck I missed your pussy…” He whimsically sighs, opening his dazzling eyes up at you. Flattered, your folds flutter, asking for the game to be over so he can do them a service. Guiding him in by the back of his head, you stifle a lighthearted chuckle. Why is he so fuckin gorgeous when he’s such a dumb slut for you.
“Don’t tell me,” you gulp in anticipation, staring at his oversaturated pink lips near yours, “Show me Frankie.”
Frank always greets your clit with a sensitive kiss first, as a sign of gratitude, before he slithers his tongue over the length of your slit. Your shoulders sink in relief. Your skin ignites as he buries his face further between your unstable legs, sinking both broad hands into your ass cheeks. His big mouth suctions onto your enflamed flesh, engulfing your juices down his throat. A shaky groan rattles your sunken chest, your knees damn near buckle. Your fingers card through his hair as you drop your head back with an airy sigh. Damn near chuckling with delight Frank’s hungrily making out with your swollen lips so hard it’s fuckin insane.
“I am big sis,” he breathlessly whines, sucking and toying with your fat clit, drowning himself in your wetness, “I am I fuckin can’t help myself…”
“Mmm no you can’t. Poor lil baby…addicted to my pussy?” You cock a coy grin, rocking your hips back and forth over his working lips.
He nods in between your hot thighs, smearing his lips all in your wetness. “So much.”
Your head spins, your stomach flips; you love to hear it. “Do anything to fuck me…won’t you…”
“Mmmhmmm,” he whines, tracing his curled tongue along your contracting insides.
You claw his scalp, catch your breath. “Is that why you showed up at my house unannounced? I told you I had plans.” Fisting his hair again you shudder over his playful tongue.
“I’m sorry but—good thing I did—ow, fuck! I’m so sorry big sis please.”
Tugging on his hair again you lean him away from your messy folds and bend at the hip to get shit clear. “You don’t get to wild out just cuz you tryna fuck, Frank. I didn’t send for you. But man, your ass is so fuckin lucky I’m so horny for you...” You snatch your hand away as you straighten up, glaring him down.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he sheepishly implores, placing a dozen kisses at your throbbing clit for your forgiveness, “just love your pussy so much…”
You drop a tender touch down the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, yeah…I know baby. But doesn’t give you the right…”
Frank’s glassy eyes burn through you, lapping up your creamy goodness, softly shaking his head as he presses, “I know. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again I promise…”
You giggle at how cute he sounds begging for mercy. How big and sad his eyes are. “Sure…you’ll say whatever just to lick my pussy. Clearly do whatever…”
He rests a hand on your inner thigh to open you wider to rub his scruffy chin, puckered lips and nose deep into your pussy, mumbling into you, “can’t help myself. I’m so drawn to you. Since we were teens Y/N, you’re all that I want…”
“Aw Frankie, fuck, you’re so pathetic,” you whimper behind a bitten lip, pushing him closer by the back of his head. Smothering himself in your essence, he nips and kisses, strokes your clit with the tip of his nose.
Frank slips in a curled finger, then another, wiping his slippery prickly chin down your shaky muscle. “Aren’t you tired of these randoms disappointing you? When you have me, willing to do whatever to please you? So good to you, all I wanna do is make you cum over and over again…”
You lose your breath as your shoulders tremor, riding Frank’s penetrating fingers. God you just about fall apart when he says shit like that, does shit like that. Fight it all you want, but you love Frank right here, giving his all to you. Never had a man worship you like this ever and he had always been so good to you. You should take advantage of him more often…lock it down, make it official or whatever. Quit wasting your time with these stupid ass randoms.
“Mmmm you are so good to me Frankie…perfect little pet…”
He snakes his long tongue up, down, through your slit and declares, “your perfect little pet. Only belong to you. And your perfect little pussy belongs to me and only me.”
“Oh Frank…” You gasp, your hips jolt.
“Who else makes you this wet huh? Nobody…”
“Mmmnu-uh fuck…” your whole body trembles as you stifle a broken whimper behind thinned lips, combing your twitchy fingers through his soft hair.
“Only me big sis cuz I fuckin love this perfect pretty pussy…” Frank wraps his tongue around your clit and sucks hard, fucks you with his fingers. “Miss your cum…miss your heat…”
You weakly hum and whimper as you spazz out. Slipping deep into his cool eyes your lower belly burns, your hips twitch. Grappling onto his head as a wave of euphoria overcomes you.
“My god make me cum Frank…fuck I’m so close…be a good boy and make me cum…”
Taking him by the roots you rock his head up and down, grinding your pussy harder into his mouth.
“Yes…yes ma’am…yes…” he gently growls against your folds, slamming his knuckles in and out of your hole, luring you to your demise.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Drink my cum baby. Lick me clean Frankie goddamn you’re so fuckin good…my good boy yeah baby…”
Your hips shudder with a big sigh, trying to get yourself together after cumming like that. But the way his tongue meticulously laps away your creamy goodness disorients you more. Does nothing but turn you on even more. So infatuated with Frank’s filthy mouth you curl a smitten grin, thumb away some of your wetness to suck on. He’s such a pretty mess, hair all askew, saturated cheeks and chin but warm and glowing he’s so proud with himself. It’s so goddamn adorable, and what you’re starting to live for. You want to fall into him as he pulls away with an elated groan, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and sucking his fingers clean, but you back away looking for a seat. Frank frowns, pouts, tugging his bulging crotch with a strong fist.
“What about me big sis?”
Shit, your wobbly legs couldn’t make it to the sofa, so you collapse onto the edge of your coffee table with a curious laugh. “Hmm? What about you?”
“My dick’s so hard…sensitive…” Frank unzips and shoves his sticky hand into his underwear, gropes himself with a little pathetic moan, “wanna cum too…”
“Oh,” you shrug a bored shoulder, “was making me cum not enough for you?”
He squeezes his dick, drops his head back, exhaling an airy sigh. Feels amazing touching himself but he’d feel so much better if it was you. “Baby, of course, but…”
You lean back on your hands and watch with a tilt of your head, spreading your legs out in front of you. “You wanna be taken care of, huh. Think you deserve that after poppin up the way you did?”
Frank’s whole body shudders, he stutters, “but-but it’s been months since I’ve been inside you…” looking back at you with those mopey cloudy eyes begging again and you just press a simple grin.
“And since you disobeyed, you should go another month or two…” You offer, wiggling your brows.
Shaking his head, he stumbles forwards on his knees, pulling his stiff veiny dick out. “Please no. Please big sis, please let me fuck you. Forgive me and let me feel you please, please…I’m so sorry for being so desperate but I need you. Need to be inside you baby fuck.”
“Oh my god,” you snort, “Look at you, fuckin drippin all over my floor. You in heat lil Frankie? Huh? Gonna cum all over yourself?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he cries, rolling his cupped palm all around his wet tip, “but I wanna cum inside you big sis please. I’m fuckin dyin to fuck you senseless. If you let me…please let me…”
You smack your playful lips, lift your chin and a challenging brow. “You think my pussy wants you inside her? Hmm?”
Frank chokes as he fastly strokes his dick, “fuck, I know she does.”
“Hmm…so confident, so sure Frankie…” Sitting back up, you bite back a snicker then tut to yourself, rolling your eyes. “Well, I think she’s fine and you’re just being a selfish little boy. Think that precious filthy mouth of yours did a damn good job and you can run along now.” You flicker your fingers, shewing him away but Frank’s determined, panicked, as he stumbles towards your barefeet, dick still fixed within his tight fist.
“Oh my god no—fuck, please, please, please baby let me fuck you. Let me inside you big sis I just wanna make you happy. Just wanna make you feel good like I always do please.”
“Alright, alright Frankie.” Enough fuckin with him, even though his whining was like music to your ears. You reach out for him. “Of course…you’re just so fuckin sexy when you beg like that…”
Excitingly he nuzzles his scruffy cheek into the palm of your hand. “Only for you sis…only for you…thank you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Frank softly takes you and gradually pulls you off the table and down onto your cold floor, leaning over you enthusiastically smiling up at his devious grin as he spreads your bended knees apart. “Gonna fuck you so fuckin hard, cuz I’m your good little pet, your good lil Frankie boy…”
You giggle at him licking his lips at your exposed pussy. Your fingers curl along your squirming sides, anticipating that initial slow stroke. That spine tingling stroke that makes Frank’s eyes cross every single fuckin time good god. You wanted his sex just as bad as he wanted yours. Sure, you may be giving him a hard time for his futile actions, but you were so incredibly grateful that he came all on his own. Maybe you had done a pretty good job keeping him wrapped around your little finger, trained him well. Maybe he was actually that in tune with your body after all this time.
You inhale a restless breath as Frank deliberately wraps his fingers, one by one, around his pulsing weight. “Mmmyeah? Gonna beat my little pussy up you want me that bad?” Lifting your ass off the floor, your fluttering folds graze the head of his dick and you both moan in unison.
Running the tip against your slit again he huffs a hard breath, then sinks right on in, crying out a feral whimper. “Fuck—yeah huh…shit you feel so amazing on my skin…” Frank cages you in, lays atop of your heaving breast, and fiercely pumps your convulsing walls. “Don’t wanna stop fucking you…don’t wanna stop…fuck baby…can’t fuckin stop…” he hisses into your ear, slamming his dick so deep inside you shrill a surprised gasp. And he loved the way it sounded so much he had to do it again. Again. Again. Fuck—again. Your shuddering shoulders press into the floor, your walls flood all down and around his length.
“Oooh my fuckin god Frankie yes, yes…fuck me…” You hardly whisper under your ragged breath, strongly wrap your arms around his back to hang on. Frank wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, feeling so secure in your hold that he smiles in the crook of your neck, popping his spasming hips between your trembly legs.
His raspy voice grumbles, “you like the way I fuck you big sis? Huh? I make you feel good?”
“So fuckin good baby shit.”
So good, in fact, you’re already on the verge of cumming again, clawing his clammy skin and uncontrollably moaning out. Dropping your knees wider so he can reach even deeper, grinding your hips into him each time he fills you. Your feverish bodies roughly writhing against each other; you two want to cum so bad—y’all could feel the burn at your core, but the sex was too good. You and Frank didn’t want this feeling to end.
Frank senselessly sputters, “I love fuckin you sis. Thank you. Thank you for letting me fuck your brains out. Thank you for giving yourself to me,” as he sits up on his knees with a derpy smirk, taking you by the back of your legs to toss them up on his muscular shoulders. “You’re so fuckin gorgeous. Everything about you…your skin, your tits, your thighs…” He guides his unsteady hands all over your quivering body, highlighting mentioned attributes with strong squeezes, shaking his head at how perfect you are folded beneath him.
You card your fingertips up through his hair, meet his adoring gaze. “God Frank.”
“Yeah you like that, like me worshipping you, don’t you. Like squirting all over my dick, like making me a fuckin pathetic mess.” Frank sinks a thumb between his pouty lips and sucks, then delicately places it moist with his spit on your tired clit as he begins to fuck into you again. “Aww sis, fuck, what I won’t do to live inside you. Do anything to keep my place.”
Your spine curls off the floor. “Oh my fuck—Frank fuck right there, don’t stop.”
“Whatever you want.” He whispers, kisses your shin just before he hunches back over you, thrusting you an inch or two up the floor.
“Mmmm god…wanna cum for you.” You gripe, trying to catch your breath but your lungs are tired.
“Then cum for me…” Frank darkly purrs into your parted lips, circling your clit harder, stroking your pussy faster.
“Fuuuuck—cum with me. Better fuckin cum with me.” You breathlessly demand, focusing on his aggressive pumps, his lively eyes awaiting the second you burst. You’ve never seen someone so joyous to see you cum. So excited to feel you suffocate his cock he impatiently picks up the pace, grunting behind a clenched jaw,
“Oh I’m with you baby come on. Cum for me. Cum all over your lil pet.”
As you lose all control, you whimper and giggle in between his arms, slowly regain your senses with big stabilizing breaths. Every single time y’all hook up, you’re always left wondering how the fuck does he do that? Always leaving you depleted but needing more, no guy—dom or sub—has ever made you feel this unordinary lovely. Once he feels completely empty, Frank rolls onto the floor beside you, brushing his damp hair back off his forehead. Gasping for air with a happy go lucky smile, he grabs ahold of your frail hand and holds it on his swelling chest. A small sign of appreciation, and all he’s allowed to do after giving you what you want. Frank will take it; he’ll take whatever you give him just to show you how much he liked you. You glance over at him all caught up in his feelings, clutching on to your hand and quietly smack your lips. Oh god, look at him.
“Let go chump.” You tease as you snatch it away to push yourself up off the floor. Time to cut this sentimental shit.
“Aw come on,” Frank fusses with a laugh as he jerks you down into his side, quickly holding you in place there before you’re trying to fight your way out. “Can’t cuddle, can’t hold your damn hand...”
Damn straight he can’t, the fuckin sap. You push and shove until you break free, immediately up on your feet, darting a silly glare back over your shoulder. “Frank, don’t make this anymore complicated than it is.”
You pick up your shorts as he pulls his pants up from around his ankles. “Me? Making this more complicated?” Frank tuts and rolls his eyes, standing so he can zip back up. “That’d be you, Y/N.”
“Dude shutup,” you mumble as you walk away, trying to escape where this conversation’s always headed. But he never lets you get away easily, chasing you down the hall to your room.
“Just admit it,” he carries on, still a little out of breath, “You like me. And you like that I like you as much as I do. You don’t have to fight it anymore. Who cares what they’ll think…”
Just outside the door of your bedroom you abruptly turn to say, “I don’t care.”
“So fuck it, let’s just be together!” Frank earnestly grabs you by the shoulders, sets a sentimental stare deep into your stunned eyes. “We can still do this, be this and no one would be none the wiser. There’s no place I’d rather be. No one else I wanna be with. So c’mon…quit playin with me….”
But you’re so good at it, and for years now it’s been so much fun. But lowkey, you’re growing tired of all the recurring disappointment, and with your Frankie, there’s no room for that. You make sure of it, and so does he, always keepin it too real with how he feels, how much he adores his role. So…why wouldn’t you want that all the time? With someone who gets you, and likes you no matter what. Frank clocks your intrigue, and he hugs you close to his body with a bashful grin. Is he about to finally get his way after all this time? You side eye his pink cheeks with an enticed sigh. You do like him, like his face a lot, like that he keeps up the fight to have you. You’d be a fool to turn him down, but you can’t help but play with his feelings just a little bit. Old habits…
“I don’t know…think I need a little convincing…” you fist the front of his shirt, leaning in for a supple kiss. You got to…you’re so attracted to his mouth.
Frank anxiously meets you halfway, tongue cresting his bottom lip, murmuring, “haven’t I done enough already…” as your lips sweetly meet, inhaling each other in with tender moans.
“No. Never.” You mutter, nudging his nose, nibbling at his upper lip as you gradually fist the back of his head. “Said you’ll do whatever to keep your place…so…” Drawing him away an annoyed brow, you usher him into your room, letting him go once he’s standing at the foot of your bed. You slam the door shut, then go take a seat before him already protruding behind his fly. You snort a chuckle as you faintly brush a knuckle down his length, scaling a tantalized gaze up his heaving front. “Take your clothes off Frankie,” you whisper, scantily trailing your knuckle back toward the button of his pants.
He pants, “yes ma’am. On it,” as he yanks his shirt up his abs and over his head, tossing it across the room. You sit back on the bed and watch him willingly disrobe for you, his stiff dick bouncing between you intently staring at one another. Frank kicks his pants away and drops to his sore knees, humbly waiting for his next instruction with an honored chin. You swear you can never get enough of this.
Admiring Frank graciously perched there, you lick and bite your mischievous smirk and try to ignore the way your heart skipped a couple beats. Maybe being together could work. He’s the only one that has this effect on you.
Sitting up to praise his handsome face, you pinch his dimpled chin and hum mere inches away from his gasping lips, “such a good boy lil Frankie…now…show me how you jerk off to me when you’re all alone…”
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rerefundslocals · 1 year
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BIG DEAL . JJK
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Summary : lately you've been feeling lack of affection from your boyfriend and you decide to let it be. until your silence catches up with you.
>>pairing : idol!jungkook x fem!reader.
>>trope : established relationship.
>>genre : angst, smut, fluff.
>>warnings/tags : softdom!jungkook, sub!reader, sad confrontations, crying, wall sex, one ass slap, unprotected sex, oral for one second (f recieving), teasing, dirty talk, cum tasting, sweet aftercare, they jus inlove.
a/n - yall juh vibe and enjoy this, I tried to write it up to par, but it was rushed and is poorly written, forgive me. No bam appearances. Maybe next time!
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"It's not even that serious."
"Jungkook, it is. Stop arguing and fix it."
This is one of the most normal days in your life, non- stop bickering between you and your boyfriend, on the broken kitchen cabinet holding all the fragiles.
"Jungkook, don't go back and do karaoke, my mugs are suffering!" You exclaim, rubbing your forehead at frustration of your boyfriend walking away.
"Baby, come on. I'll do that tomorrow. I'm not even sane enough to hold a screwdriver." Of course he isn't. He just had some beer and is now singing out of his mind, and it doesn't usually annoy you, not when he's listening to you.
You sigh, your heart feeling heavy at his response and you wouldn't usually feel this way over a cabinet, but it's constant now, jungkook doesn't listen to you these days, doesn't even hug and kiss you like you'd like. Those gestures feel forced nowadays.
"Fine, Jk. Whenever you're ready." You don't miss the way Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion when you leave the room.
He wonders why 'Jk' and not 'kook', 'babe' or 'koo'.
Dropping the LG remote he walks behind you, and upon entering your shared bedroom, he finds you on the floor with your phone screen lit up in your face and it looks like to him, you're going through his and your album filled with all your pictures.
"Stop staring, Jk." He catches himself staring too long and perks up at your voice, reminding himself what he's here for.
"What's wrong, baby?" Its ridiculous isn't it? How he thinks he could waltz up in here and expect an immediate response, he should know by now or is he that insolent?
That's all that plagues in your head.
"Bab-"
"What don't you see? Hmm, Jk. You don't care anymore, never listening to me, not even paying attention to my needs anymore. But you have the audacity to ask what's wrong? I don't even want to talk anymore."
By the time you're done, your lash line is filled with tears threatening to spill and soil your cheeks. Jungkook takes note of it and gets on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring your face into his chest as you sob your heart out, too weak to push him away. Jungkooks tattooed hand pats your head lovingly as he whispers apologies, his own eyes burning at the tears threatening to spill.
"I-im so sorry, baby. You and I both know I'd never want to hurt you. Please forgive me. I love you so much." He doesn't expect a response immediately but he yearns it so bad. He want to hear you tell him you love him too.
Your chests are heaving against one another as you both cry your emotions out. Jungkook crying from the stress at work, the stress over you, stress from his bad habits, as he cries into your hair.
You cry on his chest, your tears making his shirt wet as you cry from frustration, crying from the touch you've yearned for weeks, crying because he loves you. He said it and it felt genuine as it swelled in your heart from weeks of not hearing it.
It's about 20 minutes later when jungkook feels your hands fisting his shirt and he knows what you mean, cause when he looks down, your wandering and red eyes are staring straight into his own red eyes and prominent bags.
You bring your hand up to his hair and you run your hand through his locks. You then force his head down to meet with your forehead.
Leaning up, your lips meet his slightly and ever so quietly you whisper to him, " Don't make me feel alone again. Listen to me sometimes and I'll listen to you. I'm here for you, Koo." And softly your lips meet his chapped ones.
Jungkook allows for you to take the lead, as you kiss him softly and ever so passionately, your hands running through his soft locks.
The kiss turns heated as you probe your tongue on jungkooks lower lip, urging him to allow your tongue and he does. His tongue meets your warm one and you swirl it around, doing it as you would a lollipop.
Your hands instinctively go lower as you pull jungkooks shirt above his head, your lips separating to allow the action. You dive back in for his lips but jungkook holds your cheeks in his hands, as his eyes roam your face underneath the bright mikrokosmas light.
"I love you,____, so much." And before you could respond with the same adoration, your being lifted up and your back meets the cold wall.
"Tell me you love me." Jungkook prodes as he removes your baby tee from the confines of your chest.
Your breathing is picking up as you're only getting wetter at the thought of being fucked against this wall, and jungkooks dominance showing out.
Jungkooks hand is toying with your tits and you throw your head back to moan, totally forgetting what jungkook had asked of you.
"Tell me or I'll stop,___."
"I do, Jungkook. I love you so much! So, Please touch me." Your hand guides his tattooed one to your clothed pussy, and jungkook complies, rubbing your clit on your spandex shorts.
"That's it, baby. That's all I wanted. Gonna fuck you now."
"Please~" you whine, feeling your high coming from just being rubbed through your shorts.
Jungkook chuckles at your desperateness, choosing to tease you even more as he peels off your shorts at a torturous speed, that is so so slow.
"Jungkook! Please!"
"Getting there, baby." And with a swift pull, both your shorts and thong are ridded off your body and you're left bare for jungkook.
Your pussy meets the cold air and a thin coat of sweat is on your collarbone and forehead from your desperation, you tell yourself to wait a little more as you watch Jungkook rids himself of his sweatpants.
But you can't. So you bring your fingers to rub your clit and the pleasure has you moaning exaggeratingly.
"Fuck! Kook!" Jungkook perks up and quickly brings his tip to your aching pussy, the hardness of his cock confining in your pussy walls.
In unison you both murmur a , "fuck!" Into the room.
As slowly as he starts, jungkook thrusts up into you as your hands come down to his hair, and your lips meet for a loving kiss as his thrusts become more sharper and faster.
"Mmh, such a tight pussy for me. And you always this wet? Tell me, baby." Jungkooks words are so dirty and urge your tummy to coil tighter as you feel your high coming.
Jungkook recieves a Moan as response and he isn't so happy, he just wants his good girl to tell him if she's so wet for him. What's so hard about that?
If only he'd know how his dick makes you lose your ability of speaking. But he doesn't when he lays a slap upon your ass, the sound filling the room along with your slickness on his cock, as it slips in and out of you with ease, the sound of Mac and cheese in the room.
"Answer me." You mutter a chant of 'fucks' as you lay your head on his sweaty shoulder, your high approaching.
"Y-yes, Koo- m' so fucking wet for you! I'm gonna cum! Sh-hit I'm gonna fucking cum." You mewl your sentence messily as a fucked out jungkook smirks at your legs going weak in his arms.
"Cum all over this cock, baby, wanna hear you cum." Jungkools gruff voice fills your ears as you bite down on his shoulder, your eyes hazy and watery at the sensation of cumming do hard.
Jungkook doesn't stop thrusting and youre moaning loudly and tiredly, awaiting jungkooks load in your pussy.
"Mmh, fuck! So fucking tight." His thrusts are sloppier and wetter, as the mix of your cum and his wet dick fill you up.
"Cum inside, kook. Fill me up." With a low groan, spurts of white fill your pussy as your feel it trailing down your thighs.
Jungkook came.
And it's so fucking thick. But with enough time to spare thinking about it. Jungkook peels your body off the wall as he brings you to the bed.
Quickly rushing to grab a wet cloth.
He comes back and places it on your swollen clit and messy pussy.
He backtracks, moving it away and taking initiative as he places his tongue on your pussy, licking up both yours and his cum off.
It catches you off guard as you let out a low moan.
Jungkook quickly finishes and he finally cleans you both up. Grabbing fresh clothes for you to sleep in.
When jungkook places you comfortably in the blankets, he turns to leave and your grabby hands pull him back.
"Koo, where you going?" Your eyes are fighting it at this point and jungkook chuckles at that, his smile genuine.
"I'm just going to switch off the TV and lights, okay? Be right back, angel."
And he's back before you know it, leaning over to switch off your side lamp.
Placing a long deep kiss on your forehead, jungkook promises to love you forever as you fall into deep slumber.
whispering the promise back into his chest, you finally allow sleep to take over you.
Do not copy my work. I'll find you.
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Kiss it off me
February Filth Fest : Day Seven
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Jung Wooyoung x fem reader
a/n: sorry if this one isn't super long, i had some personal thingys
"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"
(>ᴗ•)genre:
smut w/o plot
ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:
not edited, use of aphrodisiacs and alcohol, established relationship, literally feral, an insane amount of orgasms, hot potato but with dom/sub dynamics, unprotected(womp womp), multiple cream pies, nipple play,pet names (baby,love&babe,baby boy, woo), brief blowjob, cum eating and swapping
tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle
SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI
"Bam!" You place the plate of cookies down with a wide smile. "They're a little over done but I don't think it should matter..." You lift one up and inspect it, "probably just a little crunchy!"
Wooyoung turns with the drink mixer in his hands, leaning over the table and looking at the cookies. "They look good, Baby. How much did you put?"
You grab the messy paper where you've written down the recipe. "Two teaspoons. That's not a lot, right?"
"Sounds reasonable to me," he shrugs before shaking the drink around. You turn into the kitchen and grab two paper towels, placing a cookie on each and sliding one over to him. He pours the concoction equally into two glasses he's already set up. "My lady." He smiles as he slide the glass to you.
"Thank youuu." You sniff the drink, recoiling and holding a hand over your mouth to hide the laugh that threatens to come out.
"What? What is it?"
"How much gin did you put in here, Babe?"
He shrugs, looking at the bottle that's now half empty. "Not a lot."
"Maybe you should stick to the kitchen, and I stick to the drinks."
"Yeah, no, you're right."
He slides his cookie back over the table to sit next to you, taking his drink with him. You pick up the warm cookie and share a kiss with him before you take a bite.
You make small conversation as you each finish a cookie and your very strong drinks. You lean over and rest your head on his shoulder, and he cranes his neck to kiss the top of your head.
"You feel anything, Baby?"
"No. You?"
"Nada. Maybe we got a dud or something."
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"Holy fuck!" He cries, hands tightening on your hips as you grind down on him. "S'good! Fuck me so good! So good," he moans like a prayer. He leans his head back with a whimper as he cums into you again. It makes you cum around him in response, leaning into his neck and licking up his sweat.
You've been at it for at least two hours, and neither of you can stop. He's came into your cunt at least five times, and you've gushed around him six? Seven? Your brain has turned to mush at this point. All you can think is Wooyoung. Wooyoungs dick. Wooyoungs hands grabbing at your tits.
"Baby, please!" He whimpers, hands massaging your skin. "Keep going, keep going, please, please, fuck me, fuck me," he whines like a broken record, hip's barely bucking up into you to meet your harsh bounces. "Please, I need it!"
All he can think is you. Your warm cunt filled with cum still around him. Your sweet praises. Your fingers tweaking his sore nipples. Your tongue rolling over them.
You slap one of your hands over his mouth and tell him, "then take it."
His hands travel down to your hips and flips you over, holding your hips down as your body bounces with the force of his thrusts. "You take it. I'm going to fuck you so full you can't fucking think."
"God, Woo! You're- fuck... holy shit, Love. You're so good, so good to me! Fuck me so good!" He brings his hand down to your clit and has you cumming again just at the contact alone, fucking you right into another one with his erratic thrusts and his finger twirling around. "Baby, cum..." You don't know whether you're asking him to cum or telling him you just did, but it's all that your mind can muster up.
He flips you over again, holding your hips down to his as close as he can as he over-fills your pussy. You pull up off him and cum drips out of you onto his hard cock. You both moan at the sight, worked up beyond belief. He's about to wipe it up when you swat away his hand and scoot down, leaving a trial of cum drops as you make your way down. "What are you doing, Baby? Keep going, please keep going!"
"Calm down, Baby Boy." You lick up some of the puddle on his lower stomach, savoring the flavor as your swallow. He has to physically hold himself back from releasing again at the sight. "Gonna kiss it off you."
He groans loudly, hand wrapping itself up in yours as you begin kissing and licking all over his stomach and pelvis. When he's both clean and painfully hard, you lower yourself down even more to his cock. "Want me too, Babe?"
"Yes," he breaths heavily, whining as you lower your mouth down on his jizz covered cock. "Ha~" he holds down his hips with his free hand, squeezing yours tightly in the other. "Fucking amazing, Baby. I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-"
You scoop it up on your tongue and are back on him in the next second, settling on his cock,still hard, and connecting your mouths as you hold his open. He laps up your tongue, moaning into your open mouthed kiss as he swallows up the cum you've collected. You cradle his face as you pull away and admire the sight.
His eyes are almost fully black, unblinking as he admires you like you do to him. His mouth is slick and swollen and glazed in cum- yours, his, it's impossible to tell.
"So beautiful," you chime together. "Oop-" he laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you lay ontop of him in laughter. He slides his hands up and down your back, leaving a few kisses to your sweaty skin.
"Ready for another round, Beautiful?"
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baksterly · 9 months
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“call it fate, call it karma”
part one
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part two masterlist
Pairing: GhostFace! Ellie Williams x fem!reader
Summary: Last school year, tests, exams and.. murders are all you think of. But what happens after the killer starts to be interested in you?
A/n: my first fic ahah, I couldn't find ghostface Ellie fanfics that I would like, so I decided to write my own, I tried) The title is based on the song “Call it Fate, Call it Carma” by “Strokes”!
Word count: 4,5k
Warnings: angst, mentions of killing, blood, swearing, stalking, chasing, murdering, (maybe smut, but not in this part), I think that’s all?
Tag list?:
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It all started at school. The beginning of high school, new acquaintances, for example, Ellie Williams. You met by chance after another rugby match where Ellie played on behalf of your school. You've seen her before, she was quite popular among your classmates. During the game on the field, Ellie was not distracted by anything other than the game itself. Endless training was not in vain, on this day she was in excellent shape, but her rivals were not inferior in speed and agility.
You really loved watching women's sports at your school, a certain excitement woke up in you, and your friends used such events as an excuse to distract themselves from studying for upcoming exams and boring subjects. Your friend Jesse noticed how you immersed yourself in the game and were carefully watching the score and the movement of the players on the field. Your eyes darted back and forth, and sweaty palms lay on your knees, squeezing them nervously. For a couple of seconds, Jesse watched you and looked back at the field, then looked at you again and, approaching your ear, said:
- “Hey, who wins?” a small smile formed on his face, and his gaze was fixed on the field.
- "A? Yes, the score is 3:2 in favor of ours,” you replied without taking your eyes off the hypnotizing game.
Jesse nodded in understanding. In addition to him, there were two more friends with you: Chris and Zoe. They discussed the latest news. Another corpse was found near their area, but the perpetrator was never found. You've already heard rumors about ghostface, but school has been extremely stressful lately and you've had enough stress.
Suddenly, everyone started shouting even more than usual and getting up from their seats, which was logical since your school just won! After a few minutes, the crowd around you began to dissipate. You and your friends got up and went down from the stands, heading for the exit, but for a second you stopped.
- “Damn, where are they, did I leave them?”
- “Y/N, are you okay? Have you lost something?" Zoya asked, noticing your absence and finding you a couple of meters behind them.
- "Y-yes.. I think I left my headph-"
*BAM*
Someone from behind hit you hard and you fell on the asphalt, scratching your knees and palms on the rough surface, which left abrasions for sure.
- “Auch! Oh damn it! ..” you howled in pain, not understanding what had just happened
“Oh shit!- Hey, are you okay?? Take my hand, I'll help.. Damn, I'm sorry..” An unknown person stood in front of you on one knee and held out their hand.
It didn't take long to figure out that it was a player from your high school team, which just froze you and instead of reaching out your hand to her and standing up, you just looked at this girl with a surprised look. Your face lost any depressing look in that same second.
- "Are you okay?" she repeated a little awkwardly.
Suddenly you realized that everyone around was looking at you and your brain turned on sharply.
“Ah, uh, y-yes, I’m fine, thanks,” you said, holding out a soiled and slightly bloody hand
- "Oh, your hands.. You need to go to the infirmary, I'll take it, it's my fault that this happened"
- "No no, everything is fine, it doesn't hurt me at all" you stood up, brushing yourself off and oh.. you blushed
- “Hey Els, is everything okay over there??” a loud voice was heard, a couple of girls from her team stood a few meters from you and waited for a reaction from Ellie
- "Yes, yes, go, I'll catch up with you!" Ellie said, following them with her eyes, “Well, are you going?” she asked, carefully observing the slightest changes in your face
- “Y/N, are you okay?” Jessie asked with Zoe and Chris behind him and his eyes immediately darted to Ellie, his brows furrowed. "I thought you were taught to look around in training" he sarcastically addressed Ellie, who, like him, was not happy with his appearance. Before Ellie could protest or say something you answered:
- "Hey Jess, it's okay, I'm going to the infirmary for now, you can go without me, don't worry, I'll call and come to you right after that!"
Ellie's face brightened dramatically and a small smirk appeared on her lips.
“Well, look, we’ll be waiting for you at the “Radio Station” cafe, okay? Call"
Jesse again looked warily into Ellie's eyes, but decided not to add anything and went to exit
You just quietly nodded and your eyes followed your friends to the very exit, after which they met with the eyes of the culprit of what was happening. At that moment, you realized that you had never seen her so close, so also in uniform .. You had to admit, she looked impressive, her disheveled hair and sweat dripping from her forehead and on her neck, all this gave her some charm. You spent the rest of the way getting to know each other, dedicating each other to the details of the latest events in your life. And something happened that became the point of no return in your future relationship: Ellie became interested in you.
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Almost four years have passed since that strange incident, the last year of high school, endless tests and difficult topics have caused you a headache and a lack of free time for friends. You just remained good friends with Ellie and only crossed paths in the corridors of the school, while saying hello without words every time. It has become a daily routine and you were already used to it. But what haunted you was more and more murders in your city, which occurred in almost the same frequency. On the news, security measures are played non-stop, and at school, on the boards, files with information on security and contacts of special services for emergency cases are attached. All this did not give your mind any rest.
*school bell rings*
out of breath, you packed your things and went to the door of the school, the last lesson was unbearable, the math teacher explained the past topic to consolidate, all you could think about now was only dinner and a good movie to finally get away from the mansions of the bustle, but on the way you were caught by Chris
- “Y/N! Wait a minute! Look, you're coming to the party that James Kalin making tonight? Zoya, Jessie and I haven't seen you in a while, is everything okay?"
briefly thinking you answered:
- "Oh hey Chris sorry I'm afraid I'm going to miss another party..tomorrow is a maths test and you know I'm not good at it" your face dropped as it was the seventh party in a row you've missed.
- “Suddenly I understand ... But you know, if your plans change, we will always be happy to see you!” Her eyebrows rose and her face softened, she patted your shoulder for the last time, and you smiled after her.
Nothing foreshadowed trouble, you went home as usual. Having reached the door, you took out the keys and put them in the well, after which looked around the street behind yourself and around. Sharply discovering that you did not notice anything, except for trees and other plants, bushes and the houses around you, there was no one.
You turned the keys and opened the door and after crossed the threshold, all of a sudden
-"Sup"
From such an unexpected greeting, you literally jumped on the spot and with loud inspiration. Turning around nervously, you saw .. Ellie? Ellie Williams? How did she get here? How did you not hear her?
- "OH MY GOD ELLIE JESUS, FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??"
Ellie just giggled. You were even a little alarmed by how calm she remained.
- "Is it possible to scare people like that, at a time when a bloody serial killer kills right and left ?!"
- "Didn’t know that such a big girl like you will be afraid of the serial killers, sorry, my bad" A light and sweet smile appeared on her face. Her eyes gazed you, she was standing on a two-step staircase on the porch of your house, it was far enough to take a look at you, eyes went up and down twice.
Ignoring her comment, you ask:
- "Did you want something?" anxiety appeared in your voice, you carefully examined her, she looked fresh, she was wearing Diesel skinny jeans with torn knees and fraying, a shirt that was unbuttoned enough to reveal a white tank top. In her hands she held a school bomber jacket, which was given to all the players on their team. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to the elbow, which exposed her arms for all to see. But what you often couldn't take your eyes off of was her tattoo. it suits her so well and seemed to just scream "Ellie Williams" with her appearance. You yourself were one of the few people who liked to dress up and fumbled for the latest fashion news, so you had good taste in this subject. You liked the way Ellie dressed, on the one hand her images seemed random, as if she took everything that came to hand and dressed in a hurry, but you knew that this was far from being the case. Her scruffy look was adorned with a mullet, she cut her hair at the beginning of this school year. Damn, when you first saw her at school with a new haircut, you couldn't help yourself and often stared at how it fit her. You were also attracted to the scar on her eyebrow, which gave her more brutality.
Speaking of you, then (and here you are just imagining yourself and what you like to wear and how you want to look, because I'm tired of the reader obsessing over pink, bows and such, so feel like yourself here🫂)
Even at your first meeting, Ellie drew attention to how you dressed, your manner of communication and character kept pace with your appearance. She looked around for the last time and spoke:
- "Didn't anyone give you the news?"
-"No? What's the news?
- "Today, a new murder is predicted, many are asked to stay at home, forensic investigators believe that they figured out how often they happen ahah" Ellie said the last words holding back her laughter and looking at the floor, then she raised her head in anticipation of your reaction
- "Well.. Don't worry, I wasn't going to go out today.." You answered uncertainly, looking at Ellie questioningly and not understanding the motive of her coming.
- "Great, just thought I should warn you." She smiled sweetly at you.
- “Oh, ok, thank you” and at that very moment, the question stuck in your head. “Wait, how do you know where I live?” and as soon as you finish this sentence, Ellie instantly says:
- "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I have to run, a lot of things to do ahah, it was good to see you tho, take care of yourself!" and winking with a smile on her face, she quickly jumped off your porch and headed the other way.
- "Yeah.. me too" you mumbled to yourself, as Ellie had already moved away, and your question hung in the air. For a few seconds you stood on the threshold of the house, trying to understand what just happened, but decided not to attach much importance to it and went into the house closing the door behind you.
The first thing you did was to change into your home clothes, after which you were already in the kitchen preparing dinner, tomato soup and toasted toast was all that was on your mind all day!! While you were cooking, the music was always on. It was unbearable for you to do anything without musical accompaniment, being a music lover can be difficult ..
*main song plays*
~Close the door
not all the way
He don't understand
We don't understand
So don't you wanna remind me
I don't know a thing
And some of us remember
And some run out of place~
A few more tracks later, dinner was ready. No matter how hungry you were, you always took the time to prepare a whole meal, you really enjoyed the process. It calmed and helped to throw out all this unnecessary noise from your thoughts. You could say it was your daily meditation. You've directed Ocean's Eight, and it's not the first time you've watched it.
-"Bon appetit!" You spoke to yourself and began to enjoy your meal.
An hour later, the dishes were already in the sink, and you were resting on the couch, watching the movie.
*notification sound on phone*
You automatically picked up your phone to see who texted you. Your first guess is Jessie or Zoe, who found out about your refusal to come and who decided to try to persuade you to come to them. But to your surprise, it was an unknown number.
anon: “why didn't you go to the party? your friends probably miss you so much.. it's not the best evening to be alone”
your heart skipped a beat and your pulse quickened, you answered without hesitation
You: “who’s that?”
It didn't take long to get another message
anon: “how was your dinner? you look so tiered.. it's not the first time when you bring yourself to this state, you need to sleep more. and I will always be watching you💋”
You: "that's not funny"
You haven't watched the movie anymore, all you thought about was the anonymous person who already sent you the following reply
anon: “oh.. I can smell your fear even from here”
you didn't answer, your heart beats in your chest at a frantic pace, and your breath stuttered, as if this unknown person was standing right behind you. All of a sudden Ellie's words about the impending murder flashed through your head. This was the trigger to immediately text Chris that you were going to them.
You: “Hey Chris, some unknown number is texting me some really creepy stuff and I’m very scared, I’ll be at party in half an hour”
Chris: "What did they text you?? Waiting"
You: "I'll tell you everything when I’ll be at place"
You quickly packed up and ordered a taxi so that you could immediately get into the car and not go on foot. Going to a place where there were a lot of people and your friends seemed to you the safest, rather than sitting alone at home and waiting for a gift of fate. While you were waiting for a taxi, you again entered the correspondence and .. the chat disappeared. Everything that was just on your screen is gone. You didn’t know where to get evidence now to show your friends, for a second it even began to seem to you that you had imagined all this, because you hadn’t had enough sleep for a long time. But the taxi arrived and within 10 minutes you were at the house of James Kalin.
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You knew each other personally, but never spoke. He seemed like a good person to you, so you were pretty loyal to him, but Jesse was his best friend. They have been friends since childhood, which is why James often crossed paths with you at various events. At the threshold, loud music and the rumble of everyone who was inside could already be heard. After just a couple of seconds, you opened the door and went inside. Eyes immediately began to run around in search of at least one familiar face. You decided it was best not to stand and went to the kitchen. This is where you met the host of the party. James was standing with Jesse and they were laughing very loudly and incessantly at something. You immediately walked towards them and a smile awkwardly appeared on your face. You stepped up from behind Jesse and gently patted his shoulder with your fingers. They both immediately turned their attention to you.
-“Y/N! Chris said that you will not come, what fate are you here? But it doesn’t matter, I’m very glad to see you!” After these words, Jesse hugged you tightly.
-“Aww, thanks Jess, I miss you too. A lot of things happened during this time, so I decided to still be in the circle of my most beloved friends ahaha" you said, patting him on the back, which served as a signal to him, and he let you go. James standing next to you caught your eye
-"Hi James! Long time no see, cool party” you said out loud, leaning slightly in his direction and smiling naively.
He smiled back at you approvingly.
- “Yeah, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, I’m glad to see you here tonight” he held a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand and lifted it as if for you, after which he drank.
- "Okay guys, I'll go look for Chris and Zoe! See you later” you said as you waved goodbye and slowly turn your back to them as they waved back.
-"Ok! Good luck"
The boys were left behind, even after such a small dialogue you became calmer, but returning back to the crowd of drunk people having fun, you again felt uneasy. Inwardly, you just hoped that it was some kind of stupid prank, but you were haunted by personal information that the unknown knew. You didn’t talk to so many people that you didn’t know who it could be, but at the same time you were confident in your friends and didn’t think that any of them were capable of such a thing.
Walking into a large living room where there was a ping-pong table and people were playing strip games, you saw a couch opposite and... Ellie Williams was sitting and manspringing, she had a thick joint in her hand. You could guess that this wasn't her first joint in her time here. Smoke hovered around smoothly moving up and spreading throughout the space. And as if for you, there was an empty seat next to her. You quickened your pace a little and approached Ellie, smiling affably and awkwardly waving her hand. You carefully sat down on the sofa, trying to sit as close to the other side as possible so as not to disturb Ellie, no matter what she was doing. As soon as she saw you, a smirk appeared on her face, she nodded in greeting, taking another puff, her cheeks sunk a little, after which she smoothly removed the joint from her lips and parted her mouth, inhaled sharply, dense milky white smoke appeared only on fraction of a second. She leaned her head back against the back of the couch and placed her arms along either side of it. Once again, smoke came out of her mouth, exhaling it slowly, her lungs contracting and her chest gradually sinking. For a second you thought that you could look at this forever, but catching yourself on this thought, the blood rushed to your cheeks and you blushed.
Ellie pretended not to see anything, pretended to be a fool, but in fact she noticed a long time ago how you sometimes stared at her, came to all her games and sometimes discussed her too loudly with friends who, when they heard her name, rolled their eyes and giggled.
She abruptly interrupted your train of thought.
- "What are the fates here?" she asked, putting the joint to her lips again and sucking in the thick smoke. Eyes, like those of a predator, ran smoothly over your body and stopped at your eyes.
- "Yeah, it got boring and I decided to spend time with friends" you said, leaning into her ear, waiting for her to have any reaction.
- "I don't see anyone but nervous you, where are they?" she asked teasingly, you understood this, but decided to answer in your usual manner:
- “I just came and decided that they would come by themselves, but I’ll wait here for now” you couldn’t help but smile, looking at her “Are you alone?”
- “I was, but now I have you” she said, and then you stood in a stupor, was it a joke? is she laughing at me? from misunderstanding of her intentions, you just laughed, closing your eyes and then looked around. Your eyes focused on Zoe and Chris as they descended the stairs from the second floor.
- “Oh, here are my friends!” you said, looking at your friends, as if at the same time addressing Ellie, who involuntarily turned her head in their direction.
You began to actively wave your hand to get their attention and it worked, Chris raised her hand up to let them know that she sees you and is heading towards you. At that moment, Ellie got up and took the last pull, smoked the joint and then put it out on the ashtray.
- “See ya, y/n” she said as she passed by and you didn’t even have time to answer, as she disappeared into the crowd of people dancing in front of you. Your gaze was torn off by Zoe and Chris, who had already sat down on the sofa next to you. Zoe happily hugged you, as she sat closer, in the middle.
-"y/n!!! I missed you so much .. you can’t even imagine .. Chris said that something happened to you, we were very worried, but we didn’t understand anything”
-"Hii!! Yes, my studies swallowed me up.. You probably won't believe me, I was texted by an unfamiliar number and.. I don't know, the message was very strange. Something about me skipping a party and my friends missing me and-"
You did not have time to finish, as Chris interrupted you:
-"Something? Can we just open your chat? I wonder if it will be possible to find this person by number or something” And then they saw the sharp disappointment on your face.
- “The chat, it just .. it just disappeared! I didn’t delete it, I didn’t do anything at all!” Chris and Zoe looked at each other, then directed their questioning glances at you.
-“This is very strange.. Are you sure? Maybe I accidentally clicked somewhere?”
-“No, I'm sure. I wrote to you and wanted to re-enter the chat, but it was gone.”
The girls were lost in thought and after a few seconds Zoe asked:
-“What did this anonymous person want from you? Were there threats?”
You shook your head.
- “No, but they told me that today is not the best evening to be alone and about the fact that I look tired and .. asked how I had dinner? as if this person was spying on me all this time and not the first day .."
Chris and Zoya looked at each other again, but with more anxious faces, without thinking twice, Chris said:
- “Okay, we can’t know for sure right now, maybe it was random information and this is spam? You know, I've heard they're doing really weird mailing lists these days to just scare people. It is very strange, of course, that such specific and personal things have been written to you, but so far we cannot confirm anything. The main thing is that you are with us now and not alone, we will by no means leave you ”to this conclusion, Zaya actively nodded her head and took your cold hand in her palm.
-“Yes, y/n, you are with us, this is the most important thing now, I suggest you go and have a drink with us, what do you think? you need to relax a little"
Your eyes filled with hope and in that moment you felt safe. And really, what can happen now? As if today this “GhostFace” could actually kill someone, what a stupidity, you thought to yourself. You and the girls got up and walked towards James and Jessie, who were still in the same spot where you met them. They poured you sweet blueberry cider, your favourite. It was easy to drink and quickly relaxed you. You discussed what was sore and you let go of the situation as much as possible, it seemed to you that all the excitement was over.
*ringing on your phone*
At least until this call.
You quite calmly pressed the green button on the screen, moving a little away from everyone so as not to interrupt friend’s conversation.
-"Hello?" your voice sounded cheerful, you were still giggling a little at the last joke Jesse told.
- "Good evening, sorry for the late call, this is the Jackson police, are you currently at the address where you are registered?"
- “Eh.. No? No, I'm not at home right now, no, did something happen?” your voice abruptly became intermittent, and your heart began to beat with renewed vigor, the music in the background began to blur and subside, and the voice in the receiver .. no, every rustle began to be heard, all your attention was focused on the voice from the phone, the phone that you already pressed to your ear with force so as not to miss anything.
-“A murdered person was found at the threshold of your house.. the murder was committed about an hour ago, your neighbors called the police, we need you to identify the body, when can you come?”
- “What? ... murder? ..” for a second it seemed to you that the earth had left under your feet, and your breath was taken away.
-“Yeah, when can you be there?.. can you hear me?… mam?….” the voice on the phone became uncertain, but you no longer heard anything, as if the ringing pierced your ears. Only a voice behind you pulled you out of an incomprehensible trance.
-“Hey, is everything okay? y/n??..”
You turned around to see how all your friends were no longer laughing merrily, but were looking at your pale face. Chris took your shoulder with one hand and your eyes lifted to look into her face.
-“Someone was killed at the threshold of my house, I need to go there urgently”
As soon as you uttered these words, no one moved from their place, this information was impossible to digest so quickly, everyone stood in shock.
- "Let's ask all the questions later" you warned in advance, guessing what the others might think, "I need to go home right now." your speech was as if emotionless and restrained.
And along with that, the next thing you did was go to crime scene, not knowing what was going to happen next..
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a/n: hiiii, I did my best to start this fic, hope it’s not that bad and some of you might like it 😮‍💨🫶🏻 kisses!!
part two
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