#i wanna fuck cove on the couch too...

[sugar-omi]

hiiiiii guess whose ass is getting kicked by uni 🥲

I’m not dead yet BUT I’m procrastinating by watching tiktoks and I saw one where a girl was buying furniture and choosing based on how easily/comfortably she could bend over it and I just 💀💀💀

imagine doing that w cove while furniture shopping for ur first apartment/house lmaoooo he would fucking die telling u not to act up in public 😭

save me

-🗑️

hiiii ! omg so real... im actually starting my apps for college soon n i am NOT ready to go back, i am so relaxed!!! 😭 im going part time but still... anyway good luck with your uni stuff!!! <3 you got this 💪 have a lil drabble to recharge, bc pls this is such a thought... IT'S SO FUNNY N I CAN SEE COVE BEING SO EMBARRASSED IN THE STORE, BUT ALSO I'D SO TEASE HIM AFTERWARDS...

nsfw, gn reader, couch sex

but wow. imagine it actually...

cove is so embarrassed when you're in the store, he's blushing and covering his face and he's running away when you "try out" the couch. he's so embarrassed and while you're having a good time he is dying

is so happy when you finally agree on a couch. it's a great couch, but also FINALLY! you can stop testing the couches

but of course, it all comes back around.. and eventually, you and cove end up doing it on the couch

he bends you over the sofa, fucking into you deep and fast, hunched over you, sweaty and touchy, constantly turning your head towards him for a kiss

his hands are forcing your hips down, his fingers digging into the fat of hips, your legs squished under his weight

you can't see it, but cove is greatly enjoying how your body is squishing under his hands, how you're burying your face in the cushion, the ripple of your ass from his thrusts... he's in heaven

when you finally finish, he collapses over your back, his head on your shoulder as he pants, trying to catch his breath...

"that was..." you pant.

"good?" cove finishes your sentence, his body still buzzing from that high.

"yeah, really fuckin' good, but.." you smirk, already anticipating cove's reaction. "the couch is definitely comfortable. we should do this again."

cove yelps, his arms tightening around your waist and he hides his face in your neck. "y/n!" he groans, his body shaking with your laughter

#i wanna fuck cove on the couch too... #“are you comfortable?” “i picked a good couch huh” #pls he'd hate me #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut

[raynehmms]

You hated arguing but sometimes Connie just brings that part out of you that you don’t want anyone to see. “Nigga why are you trippin? You always on so extra shit bro.” You your phone on the counter, you just coming from your once a week maintenance day. Which includes getting your hair done, nails, eyebrows, everything to make you feel pretty. But unfortunately a certain person is mad because they didn’t get the attention they wanted…which sounds like a them problem, because you offered them to come with when you got your nails and eyebrows done. But nooooo he wants to wine instead of taking the offer you gave. “How am I extra cuz I wanna spend time witchu?” “Because I gave you options to come with me but you didn’t. How is that my problem? I do this shit like twice a month and you never complain.” As you’re talking you take your shoes off and set them by your door trying not to get too angry at him after your amazing and relaxing day. “I don’t want to do that stupid ass shit I wanna sit at home and chill but you always out the house.” You grab the phone offended. “Dude you act like I ain’t offer to do that shit when I came home. But no you hung up on me and had a whole attitude for no reason.” “You don’t understand. I always make time for you but you never do the same.” You don’t show any emotion on your face at this but you can clearly hear his anger laced in his tone. “Oh really? Bet.” You press the red x button at the top of your phone ending the call and walking away from your phone mumbling you stupid he is. Meanwhile he stares at the phone in disbelief. After his initial shock he gets up and puts clothes on “I cannot believe this shit bruh.” He leaves his house damn near speeding the whole way and most definitely running through a couple of red lights. While he’s doing that you sit at home the situation not bothering you at all as you sit inside your bed after your hot shower. Later hearing a knock on the door you get up and look through the peep hole rolling your eyes you open the door. “Yes?” “You gon let me in?” “You gon ask? Or just demand shit like you live here?” “Can I come in.” You open the door wider and move out the way as she steps in and takes his shoes off. “Why are you here? I thought you had an attitude?” “Nah ion got no attitude. I just wanted to spend time with you but you always gon sun going on.” At this you look at him with a really face. “I’m busy all the time? I want busy yesterday or the day before that. Yet where were you? Oh right working. So please fuck out my face with yo bull shit.” You walk away and sit in the couch not even sparing him a glance. “When was I every busy?” He sits down next to you. Burning a hole in the side of your face. “ when I tried texting and calling you and you didn’t answer. If anybody was a reason to be mad I should be me. But I hope you know better. So I trust you ain’t do jk stupid shit.” He looks at you and sighs siting back on the couch and coving his eyes with his arm, you assuming he’s thinking about the argument. “You right. You do this shit more than twice a month. I was wrong my bad.” You hmm acknowledging his apology but not saying anything. “Don’t do that shit again. Was being dramatic for no reason.” He rolls his eyes and scoots closer to you laying his head over your lap, his arm still draped over his eyes as he lets the warmth of your presence and the silence of the room lull him to sleep.

#connie x black y/n #connie x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #black reader #black yn

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[loousir]

[Merman] Close up Shots

Popular Octomer Male x Photographer Male Reader Part Two

Cassian

Warnings: Tentacle boy do be flirting again, some physical affection with said tentacles, nakey Cass for a little, talking about how he shifts from octo to human

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2 of 7 The Seven Sins Series

Masterlist | Part One | Part 3 |

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About a week past since you had last seen Cassian. The festival was coming up tonight so as a mental preparation, you decided to go for a walk along the beach. You had your bag and camera with you as you walked along the coast line, snapping the occasional picture here and there.

Before you had even realized it, you were at the place where you had first met Cassian. That same gorgeous cove cave now lay silent, hosting only a couple gulls and some sandpipers. You decided to go into the rather large area and simply take in the mid afternoon atmosphere in peace.

The waves crashed against the shore gently as your shoes crunched through the sand. You found yourself watching the water which nearly tripped you. A heavy glass tinking sounds filled your ears for a moment before you looked to the bottle you kicked. It was very clearly a message in a bottle but as you approached it to open it, you realized it was filled with water.

"Well fuck." You sighed and sat down in the sand next to the bottle. The most confusing part about the whole things is that the cork was really on there so you didn't understand how water got into it. Once you managed to get the thing open, you dumped the water out along with the letter. When you picked up the rolled paper it felt dry. That's when it clicked.

"Oh! That makes a lot of sense now." You said as you unrolled it. In absolutely gorgeous script, a still very readable letter started out by addressing you. You blinked a couple times, staring at your name on the paper before continuing.

'(Y/n),

I might be silly for trying such an outdated way of messaging but as I didn't get your number I figured this would suffice. That is to hope you get this before another does.

Let's meet here on the night of the festival around 6. As a confirmation of sorts, I ask that you leave the bottle underneath the wall tree. You'll see it.

-Cassian'

You smiled and rolled your eyes before glancing around for said tree. It was very close to the water and you decided instead of just leaving the bottle, you would wait as well. You carefully made your way over to the tree and sat criss cross on the rock underneath it. Your wait was only a few minutes before you noticed something shifting in the water.

The familiar blonde octomer breached the surface and looked over to the tree. His face held one of shock. "(Y/n)? You're here?" You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I didn't bring a pen and paper to respond so." Cassian smiled and pulled himself into the shallow parts of the water.

"Its about 3 right now so we have a few hours before the festival." Cassian said with a smirk. You looked at him with an unamused face. "Don't smirk at me like you're gonna get something, we barely know each other." Cassian smirks again and pulls himself up onto the rock you were sitting on and ploped himself down next to you.

One of his tentacles gently coiled itself around your showing ankle before giving it a gentle squeeze. "Then let's get to know each other." Your cheeks flushed at the proximity and he laughed. Good gods... Cassian looked to the bottle and paper you were still holding in your hand. "Keep it." You furrowed your brows and looked over to him. "Huh?" He motions to the note and bottle.

"Keep it. As a memory of our first date."

You did that thing where you smiled but tried to hide it making Cassian laugh. "You invited me!" With an exaggerated sigh you nodded. "Yeah. I guess I did." Cassian smiles and wraps an arm and a tentacle around your waist. He was a bit damp but you didn't mind. "I have a question." He said, pulling you close to his hip. "What's your question?"

"Have you ever dated a non-human before?" You shook your head before tilting it to say kinda. "Well, I've only had two boyfriends. One of them was a half elf but I'm not too sure if that really counts." Cassian shrugs. "So I would be your first non-human AND octomer then." You blush softly and nod before looking up to him confused. "Wait who said we were dating?"

Cassian laughs again, making you blush more. "You definitely enjoy seeing me flustered." He nods confidently. "Yes I do indeed." After that, the two of you kept chatting about various things in your own lives and Cassian paused the conversation every so often to soak up the salty ocean water to prevent himself from drying out.

Apparently, Cassian used to date a sharkmer and at one point a naga. "The only reason me and the naga broke up is cause of when he learned I was an octomer. Apparently tentacles are an innate fear of his..." You told him about how you only moved here a about a month ago which prompted the question, "How do you like it here so far?"

You shrugged at the question. "Its a lot nicer than the last place I was living. Loads more places to get pictures." Cassian seemed to forget you took pictures for a job and you could tell by the look on his face. "Oh, I wish I could make photography my full time job but I just don't get enough gigs. I work part time in the little Cafe downtown."

"Oh! The one run by the Gargoyle? Tea and Stones right? His name slips my mind." You nodded. "His name is Xavier." Cassian nods. "We met once but it was long ago. I love going there when I do work on the land, especially after a long day." You nod and laugh. "Thats the best time to go." You pause for a moment. "I met Xavier when I first moved in. We're neighbors and as we were chatting it just so happened I was looking for a job and he was looking for people to hire."

Cassian smiles a little more, "Lucky timing." You nod and check your phone, it's just turning 5:10. "It's getting close to when we were gonna go. Did I tell you what it was?" Cassiam shakes his head. "No but that's OK. Let me shift and get dressed. Would you mind walking to my house with me?" You tilted your head and watched as he made his way back into the water.

You watched as Cassian went into the water until it was just above his chest that was showing. You could still see him with how clear the water is and you watched as he put his tentacles together to form two leg-like figures before they melded and fused together to form actual legs. You watched his face and he made it look way less painful then it probably was. And sure enough, he was buck naked, all proud and presented. Your cheeks instantly flushed once you noticed and you covered your eyes. Cassian walked up and smirked at how you weren't looking, taking pride in the fact he flustered you so much. "I went into the water to save you from the sounds as it's utterly disgusting." He said, walking up to you.

"Thaaaaanks..." Cassian chuckled and grabbed your hand away from your face, holding it in his own gently. You locked eyes with him when he did, you wanted to look out of sheer curiosity but your subconscious won't let you. "My place is right up the hill." He said, helping you off the rock. You thankfully avoided getting your shoes soaked as the two of you walked along the empty coastline.

It was maybe a 2 minute walk to his house and you recognized it. "Cassian you live there?" You asked, shocked slightly. Cassian laughs and nods. "Yeah, why?" You blinked and looked down the street as he quickly made his way into the house to avoid an indecent exposure charge. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.

"Cass I live down the street. I'm in the corner house. My only neighbor is Xavier." Cassian smiled and looks back to you when he let's go of your hand. "Then that means I get to visit whenever I want right?" You looked at him through squinted eyes. "No, at least text me first." Cassian smirks, "I'll need your number for that. But before, let me actually go get my phone. And get dressed." You blushed and nodded, forgetting he was naked for a moment.

You decided to make yourself comfortable on his couch and scroll though your phone, periodically checking the time. You were too engaged on whatever game you had opened on your phone to hear Cassian sneaking up behind you. "Boo~" He purred into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you. You jumped slightly and tensed heavily, dropping your phone in your lap. "Cassian please don't do thaaaat..." You whined out with closed eyes, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Cassian reached around you and snatched your phone from you lap before pulling away. "Cass, give-" He cut you off by handing your phone back. "I was just putting my number in, relax." Cassian said before going over to the door to put some shoes on. You looked at the new contact on your phone. "How cheesy are you?" You asked, looking up to him as he pulled his hair back into a low ponytail.

"What? It's true." You glared at him before he grabbed your hand and lead you out of the house. "We'll be late if we don't get going. I wanna spend as much time with you as possible tonight."

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1639 (sorry for cutting it short, just felt like making another part :>)

#monster x male reader #male monster x reader #monster male x male reader #x male reader #monster male #m4m #mxm #octomer x male reader #merman x male reader

[bangtanloverboys]

my good girl // myg

summary - you’ve been dating yoongi for a while now and you’re ready to move on to the next step with him

pairing - boyfriend!yoongi x girlfriend!reader

genre - smut, fluff; established relationship au, good bad choices! au

word count - 3.5k

warning - yn having an agenda, making out, technically first time sex?, asking for consent, grinding, slight breast/nipple play, vaginal fingering, implied/hinted at corruption kink (if you squint), handjob, cum eating

author’s note - this is technically a bonus part for my smau series good bad choices. there won’t be any major references to it thus you can read without having to read good bad choices, but i do recommend you read it if you’re interested in this couple. (i hope those who were on the taglist don’t mind i tagged you here, considering this is another installment of good bad choices. if you’re not interested in the smut, you don’t have to read it)

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You had invited Yoongi over for dinner, like you normally did on Friday nights, but this time you had an agenda. You were going to have sex with your boyfriend. Knowing this was your first serious relationship, he was determined to take it slow and make sure everything was perfect for you. While the sentiment was sweet, it had been a few months now and he’d still refused to pick up the pace no matter how hard you have been hinting at. Thus your agenda for tonight, you had no idea as to how you were going to get around it. But that was your goal. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key in the lock; Yoongi was here! Frantically, you moved to the bathroom to triple check yourself to make sure you looked alright. Straightening out the hoodie you stole from Yoongi over the pleated skirt you paired it with. Yoongi may have laid out strict lines for when to stop, but that didn’t keep his eyes from wandering over you so it wasn’t too hard to figure out little things that drove him mad. 

“Angel, I’m home,” you heard Yoongi call out as he walked further into your apartment. Whenever he referred to either of your apartments as home, you got butterflies in your stomach. “Baby?” He called out again. 

“Right here, Yoon.” You responded as you stepped out of the bathroom, conveniently right in front of him as he passed. You watched as his gaze dragged up your form, you felt your face heat up when his eyes met yours. For a split second, you swear you could’ve seen an unfamiliar flash, but it was gone soon as you saw it.

“You look cute, baby.” He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passed by you towards your living room. You let out a small sigh as you turned on your heel and followed after him. He’d already made himself comfortable on the couch, turning on your TV to Netflix. “Anything you wanna watch before we get something to eat?” 

You, you thought to yourself. Yoongi paused as he looked up at you with a bewildered look on his face. “I said that outloud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did.” He confirmed, a smile on his face as he nodded. Attempting to hide from your embarrassment, you go to turn back towards the bathroom but his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you down onto his lap. “Got something on your mind, angel?” He raised a brow at you as his hand rested high on your thigh. “Mmhm?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck before moving to hide your face in it’s crook, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh you definitely do, angel.” His hand raised to cup your face, gently forcing you to look at him. “What’s this about you wanting me?”

“It’s just. . . We’ve been dating a while and I- I want you to. . .” Your voice faded away as you looked away from him. 

You heard Yoongi let out a hum of amusement. “What is it you want me to do?” His hand dropped from your cheek, dragging down the side of your neck and shoulder, finally resting just above the swell of your breast. “Use your words, baby.” You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. “Come on, I need to hear you say it or else I’m not gonna do anything.” 

“Iwantyoutotouchme,” the words flooded past your lips. While your words are hanging in the air, he said nothing. The only way you could tell he registered your words was the smirk pulling on his lips as his hand slid down to now fully cup you. He gave your breast a squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. 

His face closed in on your neck. “You want me to touch you?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the column of your throat. The question had heat pooling between your legs, you barely gasped out a faint ‘yes’ in response. Yoongi seemed to be reveling in your reactions to him as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, causing you to squirm on his lap. That small movement drew a groan from your boyfriend’s lips as your ass brushed against his growing bulge. “Fuck, baby girl.” His hands moved to your hips readjusting you on his lap so you were now straddling him. You could feel him pressed up against your panty covered core. Wanting more, you grind yourself down on him, reveling in the friction it provided you. 

Yoongi’s lips made their way up your neck, over your jaw until they were hovering over you. His breath melded with yours as he stayed there, not moving to make any other advance. Meeting his eyes, you wanted to melt after seeing how dark and lustful his gaze had become. This was a whole new side to Yoongi you haven’t seen yet, and you were excited to see more of it. You leaned forward to finally reunite your lips with his but he pulled back.

“Wait,” he protested, his hands holding you still on your waist. “You sure you want this? With me?” The dark look in his eye had turned to something softer, more familiar. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“Yes, Yoongi.” You breathed as your hand went up to cup his cheek. “I want this. Please.” 

“Okay,” he smiled, then leaned up to finally kiss you. You had familiarized yourself with Yoongi’s kisses by now, always being soft and welcoming as his mouth worked against yours. This one was no different than those, but slowly you felt his hands begin to rock you back and forth on his lap. You let him move you against him, feeling his clothed cock through your thin panties. You let out a strangled moan against Yoongi’s mouth, breaking the kiss. You could practically feel his smirk plastered on his face as he kissed you again. His hands drifted up to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing. Pulling away, he rasped, “Can I take this off?”

Nodding, your hands dropped to meet his and pulled the clothing over your head, the air cooling your heated body. Tossing the hoodie to the other end of the couch, you now sat on Yoongi’s lap, his eyes raking over your naked torso. You had decided to forgo a bra, feeling more comfortable without one on, yet it still felt nerve wracking to feel so exposed. He said nothing, just sitting there and staring at you with dark eyes. “Can you say something,” you muttered as you moved your hands to cover yourself, but your actions were ceased by Yoongi’s hands on your wrists. 

“You’re stunning, Y/N.” He said, kissing down your neck and collarbones. “If it makes you feel better, we can take my shirt off as well? Would that help?” 

Your face flushing, you gave him a nod. It wouldn’t have been your first time seeing him shirtless, as you had snuck some glances at him while he was changing a few times. He moved to peel the fabric off his torso but something in you stopped him. “Wait,” he looked at you with a questioning gaze and felt the tips of your ears burn. “Can I take it off of you?”

The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk and you swear you felt him get harder beneath you. “Sure, baby. You can take my shirt off.” He loved making you blush, he couldn’t explain it, but he did. And this moment was a gold mine of moments like that.

You let out a small, “Okay,” before wrapping your fingers around the fabric, pulling up slightly. Yoongi leaned forward, making it easier for you to undress him. Tossing his shirt to join your hoodie, you were now able to fully admire him as he was with you. Although you didn’t have much time to do so as Yoongi had pulled you into another hungry kiss.

Absentmindedly, you started to grind yourself down onto him, sparking a fire deep in your belly. Yoongi’s large hands go to cup your chest, giving them another squeeze. You let out a mewl, but it’s only silenced by Yoongi’s tongue. He prodded your mouth with the muscle before leaving it, kissing along your jaw.

His hands massaged your breast for a few moments, occasionally pinching at your nipple before abandoning them. You whined at the loss of his touch, but his hands went to your thighs, digging into your flesh. All these new sensations had your head spinning, but you welcomed it. Allowing yourself to get lost in his touch. His fingers began to creep under the hem of your skirt, inching towards the curve of your ass. You let out a whimper when his hands finally grabbed hold of you, squeezing your bum. 

“Fuck,” he panted. “You want more?”

“Yes, more, more.” You whined as a hand dragged over the coved skin, until it sat right at the junction of your thigh.

“Ah, like this?” His hand went lower, ghosting right over where you wanted- needed him most. Nodding fervently as an answer, yet he refused to go any further than just brushing up and down your cloth covered slit. “You gonna be my good girl?” If you weren’t that wet before, you were definitely wet now. You gave him a shy nod. “Gotta say it, angel.”

“I’ll be good.” Soon as the words left your lips, he pushed the soiled fabric aside and let a finger glide across your sodden folds. Instantaneously, you let out a moan that Yoongi eagerly swallowed. His touch was light at first like he was afraid of hurting you, but with your moaning as encouragement, his one finger became two; gathering your wetness together. The rough pads of his digits met your clit, circling it gently. The feeling had you delirious, bucking into his hand. 

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled against you. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you. I got you.” With his slick fingers, he started to try and work you open. Which wasn’t too hard as he easily managed to slip them in. The feeling of his fingers inside you felt foreign, unlike any other time when you had touched yourself. Soon enough, he began pumping your fingers in and out of you. “Angel, you’re soaking. You like this? You like me finger fucking you?” His crude question had you involuntarily clenching around his digits, which only seemed to spur him on more. Yoongi seemed to revel in the way your body reacted to him, loving every second of it.

Obscene squelching noises filled the room as he plunged his into you. Curling his fingers, he was able to go father into you, reaching spots you never were able to before. With each thrust, the heel of his palm brushed against your clit, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Yoongi, I-” You sputtered out, “I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna come baby? You can do it. Come on my fingers like a good girl.” He growled.

With that, you felt something snap in you. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body as Yoongi finger fucked you through your orgasm. “Yoongi, please, oh fuck- stop.” You choked out a sob as your head fell to lean on his shoulder, completely overwhelmed with ecstasy.

Instantly, he stopped his assault on your sex. He raised his free hand to your back, tracing circles onto your bare skin. “Shh, it’s okay. You did good.” His husky voice grounded you, slowly bringing you back. “So good baby.” He praised. You winced as he pulled his fingers from you, but you relaxed back into his touch. The two of you sat there for a few moments, catching your breath. Sitting back up, you gave him a satiated smile, to which he cooed at before raising his slick covered fingers to his mouth. You watched with wide eyes as he licked up some of your juices. He saw your heavy gaze on his action, licking your lips. “You wanna taste, angel?” A deep guttural sound left his throat when you nodded your head yes. His pupils were so large and dark, you could barely make out his iris. “Fuck. . . open your mouth, baby girl.” 

Meekly, you parted your lips as his hand came closer and closer. You let his fingers prod into your mouth, your own hands went to grab at his wrist, keeping him still as you sucked his fingers clean. It was strange tasting yourself but you strangely enjoyed it. Glancing up at Yoongi through your eyelashes, the way he was looking at you was like he wanted to swallow you whole. It sent shivers through you, the face of your sweet boyfriend was gone and replaced with someone that looked insatiable. However it wasn’t something you wouldn’t mind seeing again.

You released Yoongi’s fingers with a lewd pop. Letting his wrist go, you let your hands fall to your skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles from your actions. You met his eyes again, his gaze never leaving you. He leaned forward again, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Beneath you, you could still feel his prominent hard on, pressing up against you. Feeling a bit bold, you placed your hands on his belt buckle and started fiddling with it. 

“No, Y/N-”

“I want to,” you cut him off. “Please, I wanna make you feel good too.” Your voice trailed off.

A groan emitted from his throat, “You’re gonna be the death of me. I swear.” He ran his fingers through his dark hair, eyeing you carefully as you sat still on his lap. “You wanna jerk me off?”

“Yes,” you responded. 

Yoongi leaned back onto the couch, giving himself a full view of the show. Taking a breath, you took his silence as permission to start. You fumbled around with his belt but you managed to get it undone. With trembling hands, you start to unzip his pants. Noticing your nervousness, he grabbed your wrist, ceasing any movement. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to.” He assured you, not wanting you to feel like you had to give him something in return. 

“I'm sure. I’m just not sure what I’m doing,” you let out a nervous chuckle. 

“You’ll be fine, angel.” He said, giving you a chaste kiss as he released his grip. Feeling a bit more relaxed, you finished unzipping his pants. In what felt like slow motion, you tugged down his boxers, freeing him of his cloth confinement.

You sucked in a breath as you took in the sight of his dick. Not having much to compare to, seeing as you’ve never seen a real one in person, but from it’s slightly curved shape to dusted pink tip; you wanted to call it pretty. Lightly, you traced your finger from his base to his tip, catching some of his pre-cum on the pad of your index. 

“Fuck,” he hissed out. “Spit on your hand, need to get it wet.” Following his instruction, you spat into your hand. You didn’t need to be old what to do next, so you wrapped your hand around his length tenderly. You let your gaze flicker up to his face, watching as his lips part with a sigh. Slowly, you began to drag your hand up. He let out another low hiss, but said nothing to indicate that you were doing anything wrong. You drag your thumb over his slit, gathering more of his pre-cum and smearing it over his cock. Keeping a languid pace as you pumped him, you watched him. Completely enthralled with the way his face contorted with pleasure. “Faster.”

Pursing your lips, you stopped. “Say please?” 

Peering at you through heavy eyelids, “You little tease. . .” He leered at you. “Please.” He repeated.

With a cheeky grin, you resumed jerking him off, this time at a quicker pace. He let out little grunts and groans, his noises motivating you go faster and faster. You continued to stare at Yoongi, making small tabs for future reference as for what he seems to like just from his expressions alone. For example, whenever you paid extra close attention to his tip, his tongue peaked out between his teeth as he sighed. You let out a soft giggle when you began to notice the pattern. If he had heard you, he gave no sign of it.

“Fuck! I’m close, baby.” He moaned. You started pumping faster, you felt your heart beat increase as his eyebrows cinched together. “Oh fuck, I’m-I’m gonna come! Fuck!” His head fell back as he cried out, spurts of cum shot out onto your hand and skirt. You don’t stop until he let out a low groan. Sitting back up, his eyes zeroing in on you. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again, all tongue and teeth. He pulled away, his hot breath fanned over your lips. “Maybe I should’ve let you do that sooner.” He chuckled. You giggled in return before you looked back down at the mess. He followed your gaze, “Ah shit. I’m sorry about your skirt.”

You didn’t pay much attention to what he was saying though. Your eyes were fixated on your cum covered hand. Without a second thought, you bring it to your lips. You let your tongue drag over your fingers, cleaning it of his seed. Once you licked it all away, you smacked your lips. A satisfied grin settled on your face as you looked back to Yoongi, who only responded with kissing you again. 

“God, I love you.” He muttered against your mouth.

“I love you too,” you said as you gave him a peck, smiling into it. The two of you sat in silence as you calmed down.

“Let me uh. . . put my dick away.” Blushing you looked away, giving him some semblance of privacy. “It’s cute that you looked away, but you still have no shirt on.” He teased. Letting out a squeak, you covered your chest from his view, even though he already had an eyeful. Yoongi rolled his eyes at you before leaning over to grab the hoodie you had on earlier. Handing it to you, he said. “Here.” Rolling off of his lap and onto the couch, you slipped on the article of clothing. It was then when you finally got a good look at the stain that was on your skirt. 

You weren’t gonna lie, you were a teeny bit upset over it. With a sigh, you shimmied the skirt off. The action caught Yoongi’s attention, raising a brow at you as you rolled up the soiled garment and tossed it aside. Moving to stand, you nearly crumpled to the ground if not for Yoongi catching you.

“Let me,” he said as he leaned down to pick you up bridal style. Before you could even protest, he shushed you. “Shh, let me treat my baby right.” With that he carried you to your bedroom, laying you down gently amongst your pillows. “Are you still hungry? We can order in or I could maybe whip something up in the kitchen?” He offered.

“Could we get a pizza?” 

A smile on his lips, he nodded. “Yeah, we can get a pizza. Just let me change, still got my sweats in the drawer?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed, pointing to the drawer you gave him. You both had your own drawers at each other’s apartments for any spare clothes that were left behind. The idea was to keep them separated and organized so you could pick them up and bring them back next time, but it evolved into your designated drawers for your things (your’s at his place consisted of things that you legitimately left there, while you had stolen Yoongi’s clothes). 

After he had changed into the grey sweats, he handed you your laptop that was sitting on your desk. “Here, pick something out. I’ll order the pizza.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he left the room. Scrolling a bit, you selected the show Bridgerton. You heard a lot of raving reviews from Jimin about it, it had to be good. “Pizza will be here in 30 minutes.” Yoongi said as he walked back into the room. He must’ve gone back for his discarded shirt in the living room because he was wearing it once again. “What are we watching?” He asked, sitting next to you.

“A show Jimin recommended,” you explained as you snuggled closer to him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you did, rubbing soothing circles through your sleeve. Completely relaxed, you snuzzled your face into his chest. You settled into a comfortable silence as the show progressed on, introducing the characters. But you paid no mind to that, for all you could hear was the loving sound of Yoongi’s beating heart. 

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[wizardofrozz]

Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: swearing, mention of past character death, blood 

A/N: 😞 there’s only one chapter left after this

Chapter 21

Clint POV

The only sensation I could put words to was the pounding that reverberated through my skull; I couldn’t even place the origin. I stayed in darkness, wincing with every pulse of pain that washed across my brain; along with the unrelenting pounding, a soft buzz started to break through the void. Clint…Clint. Someone was calling my name; it was soft, almost too quiet to hear. Clint. I tried to reach for it only to come up short.

           “Clint!” the voice exploded through my head.

           “What!” I screamed, my eyes snapping open as I shot up.

           “Jesus,” Nat sighed, resting her hand on my arm. “You with me?”

           “Yeah…yeah. Give me a second,” I grunted, rubbing my fists into my eyes.

           “Wanda! Wanda!” Monica screamed near the window. “Wanda!”

           “Hey!” I yelled, glaring at Monica as she turned to face me. “Want to shut the fuck up for a second.”

           “It’s a waste anyway, babe. No one can hear you from in here,” Pietro mumbled. I snapped my gaze towards the man sitting on the couch across the room from me, eyeing the guitar resting in his lap.

           “Where are we?” I asked, gently grabbing Nat’s hand.

           “Apparently, Pietro’s apartment,” Nat sneered, glaring over her shoulder at ‘Pietro’. Monica wandered around the room, inching closer to the door, glancing over her shoulder, jerking her head slightly towards the door. I groaned, rolling to my knees, taking advantage of Nat’s outstretched arm to help pull myself to my feet. Nat’s eyes roamed over my body, and in hopes of lightening the mood, I winked at her, wiggling my eyebrows, which earned me a slap across the face.

           “Yeah, I deserved that,” I sighed, rubbing the sore spot on my face. Nat flickered her eyes towards the door, lacing her hand with mine; I nodded once, shuffling towards Monica, whose lips twitched up. I lifted my foot to take a step, but Pietro was already standing in front of Monica, raising an exasperated brow at us.

           “Super speed, remember,” ‘Pietro’ snorted. The smugness fell away when Nat yelled out, grabbing her head, breathing hard through her nose. I couldn’t even take a step when a similar sound tore from my lips, the energy coursing through my head, forcing me to fold in on myself. Memories flashed across my eyelids so fast I couldn’t make sense of half of them; Nat’s face smiling and bloody, lingered for a second as she lunged at me, kissing me. Snippets from New York flickered by along with a deranged Loki and a pissed-off Fury. Sokovia, Wanda, and the real Pietro, along with bullets tearing through him so I could live. Nat slapping me so hard I tasted blood before her lips were on mine.

The Sokovia Accords, fighting Nat and the rest of my friends. The Raft. The time I spent as Ronan before Nat found me again. Thanos. The Snap. The last memory seemed to play in slow motion, dragging out the pain I already knew was attached to it. Nat’s back to me as she tried to wrap her head around the concept of Vormir. The last time I kissed her, sweet and full of years of love and pain before she hurled herself off the cliff. I relived every painful second, watching her fall for what felt like forever; the image of her sprawled out below me, surrounded by blood, will never leave me. I opened my tear-filled eyes, instantly finding Nat straightening, a haunted look in her eyes when she finally met my gaze.

           “What was that?” Monica whispered, looking between Nat and me.

           “Mind control,” I croaked, reaching for Nat. “Natasha.” She started shaking her head, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she back away from me.

           “Don’t, Clint. Please. I…We can’t…I don’t want to talk about it,” Nat whimpered, still moving away. I surged forward, grabbing her arm, and forcing her to face me; her eyes snapped open, the familiar fiery attitude burning in her eyes.

           “I don’t care. Just…kiss me. Please,” I forced out, swallowing around the lump in my throat. Nat’s face softened, and she was on me in the blink of an eye; I savored every second of her lips pressed to mine, burning the memory into my brain. “I love you,” I mumbled against her lips.

           “I love you too, birdie,” Nat breathed.

           “What is this stuff?” Monica called, pulling Nat and me out of our own world.

           “This is my man-cave. A place to chillax, you know, while the missus is stirring up trouble,” ‘Pietro’ replied, raising an eyebrow at Monica. “You a fan of Steven Seagal?” Monica ignored him, wandering around the room again, only stopping to pick up something off a table. Nat hesitantly moved away from me, strolling across the room to look over Monica’s shoulder; she let out a breathy scoff at whatever was in Monica’s hand.

           “You’re Ralph Bohner?” Monica asked, raising an eyebrow at the man moving towards her.

           “Boner,” Ralph and I chuckled at the same time. I recovered first, clearing my throat, and making a point not to look at the glare Nat was undoubtedly shooting my way.

           “How is she controlling you?” Monica closed the space between them, baring her teeth at him, but Ralph only laughed.

           “You wanna tussle again? Hmm?” he taunted with a smug smile.

           “Enough of this,” Nat growled. Nat moved past Monica and in the blink of an eye, Ralph was slammed on his back; Nat ended up on top of Ralph, her forearm against his throat, snarling down at him, her red hair wild. My brain knew better than to find the entire exchange sexy, but apparently, the head below my belt didn’t get the memo.

           “Meow, she’s feisty!” Ralph laughed, winking up at Nat. Nat put more pressure on his throat, sounding feral with anger, and I shuffled in place.

           “You don’t know the half of it,” I mumbled, letting out a breathy laugh. Nat turned her head with the sole intention of glaring at me; Monica rolled her eyes, stepping closer to Ralph and squatting down.

           “The necklace,” she breathed, curling a finger around it and tugging.

           “Oh! Oh, God! Please, spare my life!” Ralph cried, shaking under Nat. I smirked at her eye roll but offered my hand to help her stand up again, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

           “Nice to meet you, Ralph,” Monica laughed, shaking her head.

           “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I offered, using my thumb to gesture over my shoulder at the door. Nat, Monica, and I sprint through the apartment building, bursting through the front doors; across the street we could see the twins holding off the soldiers, quickly disarming them. As the three of us get closer, another man climbed out of his vehicle, shouting for his soldiers to do something; Nat and I split off, cutting off the advances of the few brave soldiers. My elbow connected with a jaw, and before the man could recover, I slammed my shin into the backs of his knees and landing a perfectly timed punch. I rocked back when a fist connected with my face, recovering enough to avoid another fist, barely; a string of gunshots rang out, and everyone froze. Nat landed with a soft thud, punching the soldier under her before the sound occurred to her; I peered over the soldier's shoulder, that I was holding by the vest, looking for the twins.

           “No!” Monica shouted. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, terror seizing my muscles as I watched the bullets bury into Monica, but nothing happened. No blood, no screams of pain, the bullets just disappeared.

           “Stop!” Nat yelled, freezing in place, an exasperated look on her. I followed her gaze to find the man turning the gun on Nat, scrambling back, throwing himself into the truck he got out of earlier. I let out a shaky breath when the gun was finally off Nat; the crunch of metal made me cringe. The sight of a box truck pinning the SWORD truck in place was too funny for me to contain the laughter that bubbled up in my throat. My joy was interrupted when the soldier started struggling in my grip; my fist snapped his head back, and I dropped his limp body, racing for Nat.

           “You okay?” I yelled, slowing to a jog as I get closer.

           “Perfect.” Nat raked her eyes over me, nodding to herself when she didn’t find any serious injuries. “Um, Clint.” I flicked my eyes to her face, noting that her eyes were focused somewhere above my head; I turned, finding the object falling from the sky.

           “Oh shit,” I mumbled, wrapping an arm around Nat’s waist, pulling her to the side as the object plowed into the grass behind us, skidding a few feet. Nat and I looked at each other with wide eyes before jogging towards the strip of destroyed grass; I laughed despite the situation as we got closer. “I guess he graduated from the God of Thunder to the Thor the fucking asteroid.” Nat made a point of grabbing my attention so I could see her exaggerated eye roll before she went to our friend’s side. “Come on; you seriously aren’t going to laugh,” I called after her.

           “Thor,” Nat hummed, gently tapping his face. His eyes shot open, the icy blue orbs snapping between Nat and me, causing him to relax some; a low groan pushed past his lips as he tried to sit up.

           “I’ll be okay,” Thor grunted, scooting back some, so his legs were stretched in front of him. He let out a heavy sigh, his hands dropping onto his legs with a muted clap; Thor tilted his head and leaned to the side, smiling softly at something behind me.

           “Everyone okay?” Bucky yelled, his boots slapping against the concrete as he came to a clumsy stop at the edge of the grass.

           “Seems like it,” Nat sighed, smiling at everyone.

           “We’re only missing Vision, Loki, and (Y/N). Wanda is dealing with Agatha, and Monica has the twins covered,” I added, smiling down at Nat.

           “Vision was fine as of a few minutes ago,” Thor provided, taking Nat’s outstretched hand.

           “So where are Loki and (Y/N) then?” Steve wondered aloud, glancing towards the streets leading to the town square. A loud explosion of thunder overhead sent a tremor through the ground, throwing everyone off balance; we all slowly raised our eyes towards the angry storm brewing above us.

           “Fuck,” is all I could manage as I watched two bodies hurdling towards me. I twisted in place, covering my head with my arms, and waited for the impact that didn’t come; I heard a thud mere inches from my head and dared to open my eyes. I started to straighten again when the sickening sound of bodies colliding made me flinch; Loki landed in the cradle (Y/N) materialized, but apparently more on her than the magic cushion. The shield of swirling magic was so close it almost touched the side of my head, allowing me to see (Y/N)’s eyes looking down at me as she lets out a relieved, slightly strangled sigh.

           “Are you okay, darling?” Loki stuttered frantically.

           “If you would get off me,” (Y/N) panted above me. Loki lets out a soft oh and (Y/N) sucked in a loud breath as he moved off her. “I can’t believe Wanda threw us out of the sky!” she hissed to herself. The shield disappeared, leaving Loki and (Y/N) to land softly on their feet.

           “Anyone else want to hurl themselves out of the sky at me!” I screamed, dropping onto the ground, resting my arms on my bent knees. Choked-back giggles started to bubble out of my friends and quickly turn into full-blown laughter; I tried to fight the smile pulling at my lips but failed miserably. I covered my face, muffling my own laughter. Everyone fell silent when another wave of deafening thunder rolled through.

           “Mom!” Tommy yelled, skidding to a halt beside me. I climbed to my feet, never taking my eyes off the witches above me; Nat came to stand at my side, glancing at the twins and Monica before turning to look at the sky again. Bucky and Steve stood rooted in place, mesmerized, both of their mouths hanging open, watching Wanda; Thor, Loki, and (Y/N) stood next to Billy, murmuring amongst themselves as they watched the battle. I shook my head slightly, watching most of Wanda’s attacks miss, flying high or wide, and I couldn’t make sense of it.

           “She never misses,” Nat whispered. I faintly heard the twin's voices again, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away until another voice cut in.

           “Wanda, what are you doing?” Vision mumbled. My eyes found him standing behind the boys, following suit and watching his wife and Agatha. Wanda launched one attack after another, getting weaker by the second; Agatha suddenly began pulling energy from her until Wanda’s body fell limp, suspended in midair.

           “Mom!” the twins cried, clinging to Vision. Everyone stood frozen in fear, waiting for the inevitable final attack that would end Wanda; I bit my tongue, hoping to hold off the tears of grief already clawing at my heart. But nothing happened. I squinted up at the sky, blinking a few times when I thought I imagined Wanda’s head lifting until I heard (Y/N) gasp.

           “Runes,” she laughed breathlessly. Odd shapes started to burn brighter against the flickering barrier, appearing behind the clouds one by one.

           “She…she wasn’t missing,” Nat whispered, sounding awestruck. Wanda opened her arms, pulling power in, draining Agatha’s magic with what looked like little effort. Wanda radiated power as crimson beams and ripples of magic engulfing her, burning brighter with each passing second. My mouth hung open as I watched the light start to dim, leaving Wanda floating above us; the clouds quickly started to clear as Wanda and Agatha’s figures moved closer to the ground. Agatha landed with a loud thud while Wanda landed gracefully, a few feet in front of us, her back still facing us.

           “Good girl. So now what?” Agatha panted, throwing her hair out of her face. “You just gonna lock me up somewhere?”

           “No, not somewhere,” Wanda replied, her voice flat. “Here.” I narrowed my eyes, my head jerking back slightly before searching my friend's faces, only to find similar looks.

           “Here?” Agatha scoffed.

           “Mhm. I’ll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor,” Wanda replied, almost playfully as she moved closer.

           “No. Please…” Agatha tried to plead. I snorted, smirking, but it was short-lived when Nat jabbed an elbow into my side; I looked around at our friends before leaning closer to Nat.

           “Everyone else is laughing,” I whined softly.

           “Quit being a baby,” Nat sighed, rolling her eyes for the thousandth time.

           “I’m sorry,” Wanda offered, tilting her head.

           “No, you’re not. You’re cruel,” Agatha snapped. “You… You have… You have no idea what you’ve unleashed. You’re gonna need me.”

           “If I do, I know where to find you.” Agatha tried desperately to plead with her, but it was cut short with a simple touch of Wanda’s finger; scarlet magic twisted around Agatha momentarily. Someone resembling what I’d imagine Agnes would really be like sat in her place.

           “Hiya, hon,” Agnes greeted cheerfully. “Say, that’s some kinda getup you’re wearing. Did I leave the oven on, or is that just you, hot stuff?” Agnes winked, chuckling softly to herself as she eyed Wanda standing over her.

           “You live here now. No one will ever bother you,” Wanda informed her.

           “Okey dokey, artichokee.”

           “I’ll be seeing you, Agnes,” Wanda finished, turning her back to Agnes.

           “Not if I see you first, hon,” Agnes chuckled. Everyone lit up, smiling at Wanda when her eyes lifted from the ground.

           “Mom,” the twins yelled, running towards her. Wanda’s face scrunched up in a way I knew was an attempt to hide her crushing sadness with a smile. Vision took a deep breath, trailing his eyes over Thor, Loki, (Y/N), me, Nat, Steve, and finally Bucky before smiling warmly and following his sons. I tried to focus on the present, ignoring the knowledge of what was coming, no matter how violently it beat against the inside of my skull.

           “So, it would appear that our dream home has been reduced to a fixer-upper,” Vision laughed dryly. “I know you’ll set everything right. Just not for us.”

           “No. Not for us,” Wanda rasped, looking down at the twins. My heart clenched at the thought that this was coming to an end; I cast my eyes down, desperate to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

           “It’s time. Should we head home?” Vision asked softly.

           “In a minute,” Wanda mumbled, lifting her eyes to look over Vision’s shoulder. Fabric shuffled as everyone straightened, sniffling softly in an attempt to collect themselves as Wanda moved closer. “I’m so sorry,” Wanda choked out, fighting tears. “I…I love you all. I never meant to cause you more pain.” No one dared to speak. A lingering sadness hung around each of us; Wanda sniffled, dropping her head, and nodded once. “Let’s go home.” The walk through Westview was quiet and tense, but no one had the heart to break it. Loki and (Y/N) walked hand in hand a few paces behind Wanda and Vision, with Thor on Loki’s other side. Bucky and Steve walked close, their shoulders brushing with each step but not touching beyond that. Nat was pressed against my back, her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms lazily circling my neck as I carried her towards our fake home. I made a point to memorize the feeling of her warmth pressed against me one last time.

Chapter 22 | Series Masterlist

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[miyuhpapayuh]

Alone Time.

"Well, when's the last time y'all spent some time together?" My best friend asks. I shrug, trying to think about it.

"Honestly, I don't even know! We've been so busy working and we're almost, always so fucking tired." She sighs.

"Girl, y'all gotta fix that!"

"How?"

"I don't know! Wake him up in the middle of the night and sit on his face or something!" I roll my eyes and hold my laughter in.

"Girl, get off my phone!" I hang up before she can and toss my phone on the bed.

"Lord, she is aggravating." I rub my temples and contemplate on what to do for the remainder of my day, since I was off and Tre doesn't get off until eight-thirty.

I decide to take a nap, to make the time pass by quicker, it was currently only four thirty so, hopefully I can stay sleep for a while. I ascend up the stairs, jump into my bed and doze off not too long after.

Four hours later..

I finally wake up, looking over at my clock, seeing that it's fifteen minutes after eight. I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to take a shower.

Once I'm done, I get dressed in a tank top and shorts and head downstairs to make dinner. I put on some music so that I didn't feel completely alone.

Jazmine Sullivan's 'Excuse Me' blasted through the living room as I finish the food. The music was up so loud, I didn't hear the front door open and close. It wasn't until Tre cleared his throat, that I was aware of his presence.

I grab my phone and turn the music down some, turning around to greet him. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, babygirl."

He comes up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist. I giggle as his beard tickles my neck, "I missed you, beautiful." He said, making me blush.

"I missed you too, handsome." I put the plates down and turn to face him, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

Tre grips my hips gently and deepens the kiss. "Baby, are you hungry?" I ask, pulling away from his lips.

"For you." A glint of lust exposes itself in his irises, making the seat of my shorts incredibly wet.

He picks me up and heads into the living room, tossing me onto the sofa. His lips attack mine again, taking my breath away.

"But, baby— I made you dinner." He pulls his jacket over his head and tosses it on the coffee table.

"I appreciate it.... but, I'm tryna eat you right now." His lips find my neck, pulling whimpers from my lips.

I let his rough hands roam my body and bite my lip, gripping his shoulders from the feeling. "I want you in the worst way."

Beginning to toy with the wet spot on my shorts, I arch away from the couch and tighten my grip on his arm. "Don't tease me, baby."

His orbs bore back into mine, while he removes the soaked fabric away from my hips, allowing my glistening folds to come into view.

"Mm, no panties." He drags his index finger up and down my slit, covering it in my nectar. My hips buck from the sensation.

He winks at me, before covering my clit with butterfly kisses. I groan and run my hand over his low fade. His tongue slips into the mix, wrapping around my bud.

"Oou fuck," spreading my legs a little wider, his heavy hands rest on my thighs while he slides his tongue from my tight cove up to my clit, over and over again.

"Yessss," my mouth drops open, letting whimpers and moans run free. I lift my shirt up and squeeze my breasts, adding to the pleasure.

"Feels so good, babyyy!" His lashing grows wild, causing me to lift up and grip the back of his head. He moans against me, sending shocks through my body.

"Just like that, baby...." lifting a hand up to my neck, he squeezes it and continues to devour me.

"I'm gonna cum," I push at his shoulders and arch away from the sofa. His tongue holds my clit hostage, continuously sucking.

"Ohhh fuck! Yesss, just like that!" I grip his head and grind against his lips, jerking through my orgasm.

Moving away from me, he stands up and strips. I lick my lips and stare his very noticeable print.

"It ain't polite to stare, shawty." He smacks my thigh before pushing them back open, sliding back between them.

"Well... it's mine, so I can do what I want with it." His eyebrows raise in amusement. I smirk and tuck my fingers into his briefs and tug them down, feeling his length spring out and touch my thigh.

Wasting no time to slide into me, he places his forehead against mine, watching my face scrunch up from his sudden, but sinful intrusion.

He groans as my walls throb around him. "How long has it been, babe?" He begins to move slowly.

"I — I don't know... too long." I place my hands on his chest and match his movements. He speeds up.

"Sounds like we got some catching up to do, then." He presses his lips against mine and grips the back of my thighs.

I moan into his mouth. He wraps a hand around my neck, making me drip onto him. He pulls away from my lips and bites down on his bottom one, staring down below and watching us become one with each other.

"Sss— feels so good, Tre!" I toss my head back into the pillows and wrap my hand around his wrist. He begins to roll his hips into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Fuck! Just like that— mm!" I reach between us and rub my clit in small circles, adding to the intense pleasure that I'm receiving.

His constant grunts and my moans mix together like a melody. His eyes flicker up to mine, staring straight through me.

"Just like this, huh?" My mouth forms into a permanent 'o' shape. A smug grin appears on his lips as he moves faster.

"Tre..." my eyes fall into the back of my head as he comes in contact with my spot, rubbing against it deliciously. My free hand scratches his chest.

"Wassup mama?" My thighs begin to quiver. I try and close them, but he pries them back open.

"Unh! I'm cummm— I'm cumming!" My back arches away from the couch as I rain down on him. I try and scoot away, but he follows and pins me to the cushion.

"You tryna run away from me?" He licks his lips and glares down at me. Still coming down from my orgasmic high, I search words that my mouth can't form.

Tre smirks before pulling me up from the couch and carrying me to our room, tossing me onto the bed.

"On your knees, babygirl." I get on my knees and arch my back, sticking my ass high in the air. His hand comes down it, sending a stinging sensation through me, but also making me wet.

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and glides back into me, picking up where he left off; slamming into me.

I grip the sheets into my hands, while his hand finds my neck again, squeezing harder. I scream out, feeling him immediately curve to my spot.

"Ohhh shit!" He leans down and presses his body into mine, keeping the same crazed pace.

"Too much? Huh? You want me to stop?" His husky tone makes me clench around him.

"No! Keep.... keep going!" Diving deeper into me, he begins thrusting into me so hard it makes my brain rattle around a little.

"Fuuuuuck! Oh my God, babyyy!" My body starts jerking from how rough he's being, sending me into a different realm of pleasure.

"Feels good?" His voice booms from behind me. I frantically nod, unable to speak through my moaning fit.

"Shhhh—" his heavy hand cracks down on my ass again... and again... and again.

"Answer me, baby." I reach back and grab his hip, pulling him as close to me as humanly possible. My eyes roll back.

"Yesss! It feels so damn good..... so damn good...." I hunch forward and dig my nails into his skin as another orgasm rips through me, this one much more intense than the last.

"Fuck... you love me?" He pulls me against his chest, pressing wet kisses on my neck. I heave a euphoric sigh.

"Mmm... you know I do."

"I wanna hear you say it... tell me you love me." His heavy, slow thrusts drive me up a wall.

"I— I love you... oh my goodness! I love youuu!" I reach back and caress the side of his face, while he continues to attack my neck.

"I love you, too— shit.... you feel so good, babygirl." My body shakes as another knot forms inside of me, his words only intensify the feeling.

"I'm gonna cum.... I'm gonna cum so hard!" My body convulses as jolts of pleasure start at the top of my head and travel all the way to my toes.

"Ohhh fuck— h-oh fuck—" I grip the sheets in front of me and let out a broken yelp that replays itself, until my throat goes dry.

Tre stiffens behind me and fills me with his warmth. He growls into my neck and pulls me closer to him.

"Shit.... we ain't went at it like that in a minute." Ending our connection, I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. He crawls on top of me and lays his head on my chest.

"I know. We both needed that, huh?" A smirk makes its way onto my lips. He picks his head up and mimics my expression.

"Hell yeah! Fuck dinner, I'm immobile for the rest of the night."

"Ah shit! I put it down, huh?" I roll my eyes.

"You know you did, babe. I ain't have to tell you that." He chuckles, placing kisses on my left collarbone.

"I like when you say it, though."

"Hush, before you get me started again."

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Purple flame ~ part 2

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Hair color - (h/c)

Eye color - (e/c

Favorite color (f/c)

Favorite animal (f/a) ~ idk if that is correct please tell me if it isn’t correct

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Williams pov - I walk to y/n touching her shoulder, she freezes and turns around quickly giving me a spooked look something I couldn’t control my laughter for. She starts to laugh too, hearing that beautiful laugh makes me wanna do things. Bad things to that pretty little mouth of hers. I quickly snap myself out of that thought out of my head. I cleared my throat “anyways let’s head to the back office, our shift starts soon. We need to start heading back” we head to the back office. “Ok this is what I need you to do y/n when i tell you close the doors. Don’t wait around just close them immediately.” She turns to me nodding “good” we heard the chime go off knowing the night has officially had started, I sigh as I rub my temples with one as I hold the tablet with my hand onto my lap making sure it doesn’t fall. I looked through all of the cameras only to see no one moving. Odd..they aren’t moving tonight? Hm I thought to myself wondering why they aren’t moving tonight I click onto pirates cove I see the curtains wide open. My eyes went wide and I turn to y/n slamming the door shut and giving me the look of what the fuck just fucking happened my head. My almost got ripped off by a fucking fox. “You okay?” I stand up to get close to her she faints into my arms, I quickly catch her and hold her in my arms. “Strawberries huh..” her scent of strawberries wave into my nose. I smile a little not realizing it I kiss her forehead and I lay her down under the desk as I keep control of the doors and the tablet.

Time skip~

I carry her out to my car to see mike and Scott. fucking great I scowl at them for being here so early. I growl as they come up rushing to me wanting to see what had happened to y/n they asked me if she was okay and what had happened last night I had explained everything to them. They don’t seem to believe me, I roll my eyes as I feel y/n move and I hold her closer having her scent of strawberries come into my nose yet again. I look down to see those (e/c) orbs look into my white pupils. She blushes red “I’m sorry!” She scrambles to her feet making my arms feel cold. Why they feel cold..? What’s happening to me, “get some rest y/n, your shift doesn’t come by 1:30 today so get some sleep and something to eat. I walk away feeling disappointed and cold feeling another feeling that I can’t shake off of.

Back to your pov: I smile at mike and Scott, good morning guys why are you here so early? I look at the two men who stand in front of me. “Well..we wanted to see if your okay, and safe- Those damn robots could’ve killed you last night mike cutting off Scott. Revealing mike with a worried look and he comes close to me and grabs me by my head and arms to make sure there was no cuts or bruises. “Y/n..” he took a moment of silence, “why..you have..” i quickly put my sleeves down realizing they weren’t not healed yet I rush to my car leaving the two men to their thoughts and concern. I drove home that morning, I popped my back as I walk into my apartment seeing my (f/a) coming to me yelling at me for food since they had been fed by my roommate. Just wanting for more food I giggle as I open up their food and giving them more such spoiled asses. I smile as I hear the munch munch noises. I smile as I look at my couch as I flop onto the couch making me do oof moving some pillows, I sigh as I can’t sleep. I get up to walk to my bedroom to grab some comfy clothes, then decided to head to the bathroom. Putting your clothes onto the sink, you decided to take your shirt off and start the shower turning it on the way you like it. You take your bra off and pants and panties off. Stepping into the warm shower, starting to wet your hair you start to day dream.

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[tsrookie]

Illicit Affairs

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Alyssa Brooks)

A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first time writing a fic and... I’m pretty nervous😅 Massive thanks to @kaavyaethanramsey and @ohramsey for pre-reading this fic. Thanks so much for your support you guys!

Song Inspiration: Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 2463, so yeah, I went a lil overboard😬

Warnings: One curse word. Pretty tame besides that.

Summary: My version of what might’ve went on in MC’s head after the kiss in Chapter 8. And uh, excuse the Taylor Swift references😁

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Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you’re out for a run

You’ll be flushed when you return

She watched the lights of Boston city pass in a blur as her head reeled from what had just happened. Ethan Ramsey had kissed her. Not the other way around like it had been for a very long time. She was still flushed from the encounter and had no idea what to make of it.

She got out of the cab and walked to her apartment in a haze. “God I hope no one’s still awake.”, she thought to herself as she was about to open the door. But as fate would have it, Jackie was curled up on the couch with her phone. “Where on earth have you been?”, she asked, as Alyssa’s mind struggled to give a proper answer. She’d told Sienna about her whereabouts and had hoped that she would’ve given the others an explanation. “Just went for a walk. Needed to clear my head after that match.”, she finally said. Jackie skeptically raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t ask anything else. She was grateful for that, as she had enough on her mind already.

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

She flopped down on her bed as her heart raced. “Why? Of all the 7 billion people on the planet I could’ve fallen for, why did it have to be my boss? Anyone, just about anyone else would’ve been great.” She hated herself for this reason ever since they first kissed in Miami. Her heart always aspired to rise higher, but the more she had to lose along with it. Be it in her career, or a relationship.

She knew that it would be hard for her family to see her leave for Boston, since her brother had also left a couple of years ago to London and could barely get enough time to make a call once in three months. She didn’t blame him though, he was her big brother and she loved him no matter what. But it broke her heart to see the looks on her parents’ faces when they found out that she was going to leave Cedar Cove too. They’d always been a tight-knit family and her parents had hoped that she would find a good job somewhere close by. But getting matched to Edenbrook was her dream come true and they didn’t want her to give up on it as they’d supported her from the moment she’d decided that she wanted to become a doctor.

She didn’t want to lose them. She was scared that she wouldn’t be able to stay in touch with them if she left, but thankfully, she managed to squeeze in some time every weekend to make a FaceTime call.

Then came Ethan Ramsey. Her medical hero, her inspiration for becoming a doctor, the reason she applied to Edenbrook. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she would spend the second year of her residency working under him in one of the most prestigious diagnostics teams in the country, and possibly, even the world.

But ever since she first saw him for just Ethan, and not the world famous Dr. Ramsey, her heart longed to fill that missing void in him. She saw past his name and saw him with all his flaws and imperfections. The real Ethan Ramsey was nothing like the man she’d idolized throughout med school. He was an utter mess. But he was the mess that she wanted. She could’ve let go and focused only on her life anytime she wished. But she didn’t. The path of dating a superior was always avoided and forbidden, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be there for him, whether he liked it or not.

And that’s the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It’s born from just one single glance

But it dies and it dies and it dies

A million little times

Her mind wandered back to the night Ethan returned from the Amazon.

One look into his ocean-blue eyes and she was a goner. Two months of trying to bury her feelings, all wasted in one moment. And she knew he felt the same way too.

She’d mentally cursed herself for staying past last call with him as she walked with him into the beer garden. She knew that he’d missed her like hell from the longing glance he’d given her when she had run her fingers through his new beard. “I know I’m getting rejected, so why the fuck am I trying to have a conversation with him?!”, she’d reprimanded herself while she tried to get him to say why he hadn’t stayed in touch with her for two whole months. “How am I supposed to push you to be everything you can be if I...” Those words broke her heart all over again. He’d trailed off like this in the exact same way back in Miami. Her heart shattered for the millionth time since that first kiss, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She put on a brave face as she walked away from him, having no idea how she was supposed to ever look at him again without longing and pain evident in her eyes.

Leave the perfume on the shelf

That you picked out just for him

So you leave no trace behind

Like you don’t even exist

The day after the board had decided to solicit high-profile patients was one of the worst days of her life. He hadn’t said a single word to her since he came out of the boardroom. She was consumed by guilt. Not because she’d found a way to save the team and the hospital, but the fact that she had hurt Ethan and broken his trust in her in the process.

The next few days were hard. June and Baz were being as supportive of her as they could, but even they just barely skirted around Ethan, as no one wanted to face his wrath. He was an absolute monster to the poor interns, and she felt terrible knowing that it was all because of her. Sothy in particular, had only asked Ethan as to whether he had seen Dr. Rosario, and was chewed out in the atrium in front of everybody for it. Needless to say, Elijah was pretty upset for the rest of the day and it took a lot of convincing to get him to go on his planned date with Phoebe that evening. Alyssa felt horrible that everyone around her had to suffer Ethan’s harsh behaviour ten times fold because of her.

She had to, quite literally, run out of the office once a team meeting got over so that she didn’t have to be alone with him. And she only did her paperwork at home and in the doctors lounge, since she didn’t want to hurt him by leaving any traces of her work in his office. Ethan pretended as though they were never something special. He never treated her in any way less than any of his other colleagues, but his blue eyes that once filled her with warmth, now reserved a coldness that was meant just for her. Quite a few days passed with him not even acknowledging her. She felt like she didn’t even truly exist to him anymore.

Take the words for what they are

A dwindling, mercurial high

A drug that only worked

The first few hundred times

Leland Bloom’s case was something she personally loathed. Ethan had almost reverted back to his normal self when this case was assigned to the team. Then it was back to square one. But she wasn’t afraid of facing him anymore. The look of his face when she called him out for being a spoiled child would forever be etched in her mind. She was proud of herself for it, and deep down she knew that he was too.

His mood constantly changed whenever the team discussed Leland’s case. But he at least didn’t look at her like a criminal anymore, and that lightened her heart a little.

She would be forever grateful for Leland’s work ethic though, as it finally gave her a chance to openly talk to Ethan on the yacht, a task they’d both been avoiding for weeks. He’d tried to maintain an indifferent facade, but of course she’d made sure that he miserably failed. When he’d told her that she made it incredibly difficult to stay focused, she had almost laughed out loud in joy. That was a clear indicator that his walls were coming down, and that they were back to their old banter. He had made hundreds of reasons and excuses to push her away in the past, and he was slowly running out of them. “You can only run away so many times Ethan.”, she’d thought to herself as she looked at him fondly, glad that he wasn’t angry at her anymore.

And that’s the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie and they lie and they lie

A million little times

Her mind came back to the present as she remembered the kiss they’d shared a few hours ago. The kiss he’d initiated. A few weeks ago if someone had told her that this would happen, she would’ve probably told them to go for a mental health checkup. But it had actually happened. “Ethan Ramsey took the initiative to kiss me.” She let those words finally sink in.

She was supposed to be ecstatic. She was supposed to be jumping like a maniac in her room. “So why am I not?”, she thought to herself.

The answer was simple: she was scared. Scared of being pushed away again. Scared of Ethan lying to himself and to her by saying that it didn’t mean anything.

She was done with the whole “stolen stares” and “painful glances” thing. They’d both shown their true feelings tonight, and she was not going to go back to the start again. “I only hope that he feels the same way and doesn’t run again.”, she sighed as she thought back to her first day at Edenbrook...

And you wanna scream

Don’t call me “kid,” don’t call me “baby”

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else

“You. Rookie. Get in here.” Those were the first words he’d ever spoken to her. She was feeling a little insulted at being called a rookie at that moment. She never thought she would miss that nickname so terribly ever since her second year started. Sure, it was undermining her in the beginning, but she knew that it became a term of endearment for both of them as time passed.

She’d realized how much it actually meant to her the night she visited his apartment after her suspension. She knew that he was trying to being distant as soon as he called her ‘Brooks’.

There were plenty of guys who had hit on her in the past. Heck, Bryce and Rafael had pretty obvious crushes on her too back in her intern year. But none of that mattered to her after Miami. She just couldn’t look into anyone else’s eyes other than Ethan’s clear blue. Those eyes made her feel like she was flying miles above the ground. They made her feel like she was at home. Sure, to everyone else, those eyes would only show harshness. But ever since she’d gone with him to follow his mother, she’d seen nothing but an uncharacteristic tender look in his eyes that he had last given her when she’d won her ethics hearing. She definitely wasn’t complaining about it.

Don’t call me “kid,” don’t call me “baby”

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else

Her eyes filled with tears as she recalled the day she’d found out that Ethan had left, or rather, fled, to the Amazon forest. She was beside herself, sick with worry in hopes that he would be alright, and hurt beyond measure that he didn’t even bother to say goodbye.

She’d felt like an absolute fool. An idiot, who believed that they would be alright, as long as they just focused on their patients. She was broken, to find out that he had taken such an extreme measure to put distance between them.

“I am so so sorry Alyssa. I told him not to go, but he was very insistent.”, Naveen had tried to console her when she had marched up to his office as soon as the announcement of Ethan’s departure had been made in the atrium. She didn’t blame Naveen though. Ethan was as stubborn as a mule, and there was nothing that could’ve been changed even if she had known beforehand about his decision.

Sienna had tried, in vain, to set her up with some cute guys, but her heart just said no to every single one of them. Whenever she tried to give them a chance, her heart just kept telling her, “He isn’t Ethan.” No one could ever have even a small part of her heart since it completely belonged to him.

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times

Her heart hurt worse than ever. But surprisingly, she liked the pain. She wasn’t the kind of person who liked an easy answer. That was why she admired Ethan. He loved the challenges of being a doctor. He loved the puzzle. And so did she.

She pondered over her thoughts as a query struck her mind: “Do I love him?” She always knew that her feelings for him were strong and something special. But she’d never thought of the L-word before.

She thought about why she came to Edenbrook. She wanted to become the best doctor she could be. She wanted to make a difference for the people who had nowhere to go. But now, she was stuck in a situation where she was willing to risk it all for her boss. “I think I do love him...”, she thought. “No, I know I love him. He’s worth the risk. I’m not going to ruin my career by being with him. I will fight for this. For us.”, she said to herself with a determined mindset. She loved Ethan Ramsey with all her heart, and she was not gonna lose him no matter what. As exhaustion finally overtook her, she closed her eyes with the knowledge of her promise. She was going to fight for them, she definitely was.

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Taste | Shawn Mendes

(Not my gif)

Anonymous requested: Can I request some fuckin dom!shawn bc this video has got me fucked UP

A/N: anon, me too, the fuck.

Warnings: dom!shawn, smut (obvi), language, also no offense to people named Gavin (you’ll see why). Internal angst? (Does that make sense? No.) Friends with benefits trope.

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

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You unflatteringly bit your fingernails as you leaned over the counter, moving your glass around, watching the dark colored wine swish around.

Out of all the laughing and the loud music, his laugh was the most prominent noise of the night, for you that is.

And he fucking had these skinny bitches tied at the hip to him, his buff arms wrapped around them like the past few months haven’t meant anything to him.

Not that they meant much to you. Pfft, what?

It was truly a mistake. He had asked you to come over, saying it was just one of those days for him. And being the lovesick person you were, you dropped everything you were doing to make your best friend feel better. (The best friend you were secretly in love with. Okay, not much of a secret ‘cause like, everyone knows but him.)

You had arrived with a box of pizza from his favorite pizza parlor, not thinking much of it. Just one friend caring for the other because it’s what you signed up for. Having a best friend who’s always in the public eye comes with the late night calls and tear stained shirts. But you wouldn’t change it for the world.

You had shut the door behind you, barely getting any words out before he leaped onto you, his soft, luscious (don’t judge), pink lips crashed onto yours.

What pizza?

His lips were everywhere, sucking and biting and kissing every inch of skin you were exposing as your shirt came off.

Then his shirt. (Other things too.)

And you weren’t going to complain.

This was something you wanted for so long, you tragically admitted to yourself as he picked you up with ease and laid you on his bed.

He had loved on you all night. Like, all night. He’s got some stamina. You swore it would just be that one time, and that you’d just forget about it. You both agreed to that. (You silently disagreed.)

That was five month ago.

In those five months, all the times you’d go over his house or he’d come to you, it ended with both of you panting, naked under the sheets. And again, you weren’t complaining.

It was the closest you got to be with Shawn in any other way. Friends who occasionally fucked, and sadly that’s all he saw it as. He was able to taste you whenever he wanted, no complaints from you.

But now here you were. All alone in the kitchen of his apartment at his party, watching from afar as he practically eye fucked the two girls by him. You slightly smirked at the fact that many people were sitting on the couch that you fucked Shawn on. (And oh, what a good fuck that was.)

You tried not to let it bother you, the Shawn thing not the couch thing. As you two messed around these past couple of months, your feelings for him only grew as he ate you out, thrusted in and out of you in a rapid pace, the cuddles and giggles you shared after consuming your everyday thought process.

You chugged down the bitter wine and reached over to refill your glass, filling it almost to the brim.

“Tryna get wasted are we?” A deep, sultry voice whispered behind you.

You put down the now empty bottle and turned around to be met with a nice looking guy. But not like, Shawn. No, nothing like the god like body of your best friend. God, now your comparing other guys to him.

And that made you really want to stop all of the fooling around. Because you knew you were heading deeper into heartbreak as Shawn went deeper into you. You would never be able to go on another date because all you ever think about is Shawn how no one could ever live up to how Shawn makes you feel. Down there and in your heart.

You sound so pathetic.

You blink and clear your throat, looking up at the guys hazel eyes. Shawn has hazel eyes too. “Uh, yeah. Got nothing to lose so,” you tipped your glass in the air, taking long big gulps at the liquid.

He chuckles and wait for you to place down your glass before reaching his hand out in between you. “I’m Gavin.”

Gavin? What kind of name is that? You look over his shoulder to see Shawn already peering at you, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. He moves his arms away from the girls, rubbing his hands together above his lap. It’s getting to him, good.

“Hi Gavin,” You take his hand, giving him a firm shake. “I’m (y/n).” You smile up at him.

•••

After a while, you and Gavin got to talking. Oh, how boring he was. He went on and on about his country life (shocker? Not really). You gave him occasional hums and nods, pretending to be listening, but all you really noticed was the tall curly haired guy, making sure he stayed in your line of vision.

Gavin was talking about why he dropped out of college when you see Shawn’s lanky figure walking towards you from the corner of your eye.

“Can I borrow (y/n) for a sec?” Shawn interrupted Gavin, standing above you.

Gavin gave him a look, but nodded you off anyway, going to other girls to bore them with his stories.

Shawn pulled you by your wrist, dragging you behind him as he shut the door of his bedroom.

“What the fuck was that?” He growled at you.

You yanked your wrist from his hold and crossed your arms over your chest, turning your back to him. “What was what?” You asked sarcastically.

“Don’t start with this bullshit (y/n). You know that we’re-”

You spin around, glaring at him. “That we’re what? Fucking! So does that mean I’m not allowed to talk to other guys? You have no right to be scaring them off. You don’t fucking own me.”

There’s a flash of guilt on his perfect face, and you almost want to apologize for yelling at him.

But you don’t. Instead, you walk out and try to enjoy the rest of the night.

Try to.

•••

Shawn was at the doorway, telling everyone his last goodbyes. You, still being the good friend you are (again, still in love with him), you were in the kitchen, throwing away paper plates and red solo cups into a large trash bag.

You hear the door click, and your heart starts to beat faster because you just know how this will end up. Either you in tears or you under him. Maybe both.

You go to reach for other plates, but the trash bag is yanked from your hand and you’re pushed into the counter, Shawn’s hungry eyes roaming your body.

“Shawn what are you-”

“That guy will never be able to fuck you like I do. Wanna know why?” He snarled, his hand moving under your dress.

All you can do is pant, your chest moving up and down as his fingers grazed your nub over your underwear.

“‘Cause I do fucking own this pussy,” his finger moves the underwear out of the way and curls up into you. You bite your lip and let out a moan. Shawn’s other hand grabs yours and places it right above his hard on over his jeans, your fingers immediately kneeding into it. “And you fucking own this cock.”

Was that his way of making it official?

But you barely have time to ask or to even think about it before he adds another finger, rutting them up into you in an unforgiving pace. Shawn swallowed your moans as his lips moved against yours, your hand lightly massaging him over the rough fabric of his pants.

He groans into your mouth when you pull down the zipper, digging into his Calvin Klein briefs, stroking his hard member.

You felt the familiar tug tightening in your lower stomach, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers moving in and out of you bringing you closer to the edge, his tounge fighting yours was enough to actually push you.

You detach you lips from his in a rigid breath, your other hand going up to place it on his neck. “Shawn, I’m-I’m cumming.” You gapsed into his mouth, lips grazing.

“Cum all over my fingers, princess.” He whispered before biting on your earlobe.

You braced your hands on his broad shoulders as you lost feeling in your legs, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you whispered out some profanities along with his name as he wiggles his fingers in you.

“You looks so pretty when you cum all over my fingers,” You whimper when he slowly pulls his digits out of you, his long fingers coved in your sheen clear liquid. You watch him intently as he sucks on his fingers, his eyes wandering your face as you lips slightly parted, watching him lick up your juices. “now I want you to come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, baby?” He huffs out, his fingers hooking at the bottom of your dress, pulling it over your head. 

He sighs as the view of your naked torso comes into view, your nipples pearling from the cool atmosphere in the room. “No bra, honey?” He whispers before cupping your breasts in his big hands, his tongue sticking it out to lap at your right nipple. You throw you head back and sigh in pleasure, your fingers flying through his hair, scratching his scalp.

You feel Shawn thrusting against your thigh, you have completely forgotten how uncomfortable he must be with his throbbing cock stuck in the confinement of his underwear. You reach over and dig into his briefs again, spreading the leaking precum over his tip before gripping his shaft, moving your fingers up and down. 

He sucks on your breast, lips grazing the nipple before he kisses and sucks and bites his way to the other one. But instead of going to your left breast like you thought, he kisses his way up the column of your throat, kissing your jaw before  sliding his tongue into your mouth, both of you moaning out. 

“Shawn I-”

“I’m sorry. For how I reacted I mean, with Gavin. I had no reason to act like that, I just,” Shawn trails off, his hands cupping your flushed face as he looked at you straight in the eyes, his mouth moving to say something but nothing comes out. 

“You what?” You plant your hands on his forearms, ready for him to finally say that he feels the same way. 

“I want you so bad.” He grunts before picking you up, your legs immediately going around his waist as he makes his way to his room, bumping into the wall a couple times, making you giggle into each others mouths.

He drop you on the bed, his hands massaging the skin if your torso, his thumb just under your breasts. “God, you're so fucking gorgeous.” He muttered, his eyes trailing over your panting body.

You smack his arm, regaining his attention. “Yeah, yeah you too. Just fuck me.” You said breathlessly. He chuckles into your skin, leaving a light kiss on your ribcage before moving off of you to take off his shirt. 

Holy, fuck. You don't know if you're just high off the fact that you're about to fuck him again, or high off the fact that you're about to fuck him, the love of your life, and that he feels the same way but fuck, was his body ever perfect. “Oh, I want you too, by the way. More than a friend.” 

He pulled down his pants, along with his boxers with a smile, his cock springing up, hitting against his toned abdomen. “I know.” 

Your eyes widen, you prop yourself on your elbows. “What?” 

He pulls open a drawer, taking a square packet from inside. “Yeah hun. Uh, you talk in your sleep.”

Okay, so it really wasn't a secret.

“It’s okay baby,” He rips the packet open and rolls the the rubber over his length, he leans over you, his tip grazing your inner thigh, and he pecks your lips, giving you his award winning smile. “Love you too.” He mumbled against you lips before giving you a hard kiss. “Now you're gonna obey me right?” 

His tip grazed your soaked entrance, then you whimper and nod frantically before he pushes in you, not giving you time to adjust to his length (not that you needed to). He pants into your neck as he pounds into you, his fingers gripping your waist tightly and you’re sure you’ll have some bruises in the morning.

Then he just suddenly stops. Like, inside you.

“Why did you-”

“Don’t question anything baby.” He muttered before leaving a light kiss on your neck and slowly pulling out of you, both of you whimpering at the loss.

He leans over the bed and unloops his belt from his jeans on the floor. He gives you a look and you put your wrists out and you watch him diligently as he wraps the leather on your wrists, securing them tightly before he pushes your intertwined hands above your head. “You are going to keep your hands up here, got it baby?”

You moan when he fills you up again, curling your fingers above your head to resist moving your arms down and running your hands through his unruly hair.

Shawn bites his lip to keep his whimper in as he slowly rolls his hips into you, enjoying watching you squirm under him. “You like that honey? You like my big cock inside your tight pussy?” He asked as he kissed your chest, rolling his hips in a faster pace.

“Yes, yes, oh, god fuck j’like that.” You scream out, feeling completely euphoric as he brought you closer to the edge once again.

“That’s right baby, scream my name.” Shawn said huskily as his hand came in between you, rubbing your clit with his calloused thumb.

Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling around Shawn as you screamed his name, cumming once again.

He rolls into you as you come down your high, your hair sprawled around your head, hands in fists above your head, cheeks red and flushed and all Shawn can wonder how goddamn lucky is to have someone like you.

You hiss as he pulls out of you, and you watch him as he crawls up the bed, sitting against the headboard, legs spread out. He pats his thigh before running his fingers through his sweaty hair, a small smile on his face. “Come ride me baby.”

You crawl up the bed, licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock up in the air, ready for you.

Shawn grips your hips as you steady yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of him. You bring your hands down to align his member to your entrance, and you both sigh as you sink down on him.

You move your intertwined hands behind Shawn’s head, your fingers gripping his chocolate locks as you slowly move up and down on his shaft.

Taking the matter into his own hands, he wraps his arms around you to keep you in place and pounds up into you, the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room. “You like that honey?” He asked huskily as he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure, you breasts bouncing in his face. He catches a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, biting the nub, your orgasm coming closer.

“Shawn..” You moaned out, the familiar feeling bubbling in your lower stomach stopping you from saying much more.

“Let go for me honey.” Shawn muttered.

“You too.” Your head falling back as the orgasm came closer.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” One hand comes off your waist to go in between you, his thumb playing with your sensitive clit.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your legs tremble around him as you came once again.

Shawn lets out a moan as he fucks you through your orgasm, bringing himself closer to the edge.

You take Shawn’s face in your hands, rubbing his flushed cheek. “Cum for me honey.” Giving him a peck on the lips, your eyes locked with his as he kept going into you.

His movements falter and he whimpers as he came into the condom.

You are both panting, wrapped in each other when Shawn moves to unwrap your hands from the belt and looks you in the eyes as he kissed your hands, making his way up your arms to your lips.

“I love you.” You both whispered at the same time against the others lips. You giggle and lightly scratch his neck before you pull his lips closer again, kissing him with all the love you have.

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 14 of 30]

Summary: Erik and Yani grow closer, but he’ll have to leave soon...

NSFW. Mature Audience. Smut. You know what it is.

"Girls can't never say they want it

Girls can't never say how

Girls can't never say they need it

Girls can't ever say now

Give it to me like you need it baby

Want you to hear me screamin'

Heavy breathin'

I don't need a reason baby

I want it 'til you can't fight

I can give it to you right babe oh

I wanna be your healing

I can be real good

Please don't get in your feelin's…"

Summer Walker—"Girls Need Love"

She was his Adhan.

If Tahir were to hear him call Yani that, Erik would have to beg forgiveness from his mercenary chum. He did not mean any disrespect to the Muslim faith by it. It was the truth.

Before the sun rose on most mornings, Erik laid back on the bed he shared with Yani and watched her raise up and down on him, her body facing away from him. He would watch the muscles in her back flex and tense and see a warm sheen of perspiration slicken her skin. He would admire the indentations in her ass cheeks, the little pockets of cellulite dimpling the back of her heavy thighs and her shorter legs. He would reach out sometimes to hold onto her cute feet that he would tease her about. They were cute, chunky, wide, and he would make fun of all the weight they had to hold up from her thighs and ass. She hated when he did that, but he found them sexy and told her so. She was perfectly loving and round and soft and made him happy to wake up every day. What more could a man ask for? Especially when he was crazy about her. More than crazy. In love. Deeply. With her and her child.

They both tried to keep the intense pleasure of their lovemaking from escaping their lips and waking the baby in the next room, but Erik found himself unable to keep quiet for long as the soft rays of sunlight rose to illuminate his woman, her soft skin glowing a luminous coppery brown, and her wide round backside rolling on his hips that thrust gently into her. The moist sound of her wetness on his morning erection forced loud gasps to erupt from his lips.

By the time their bedroom was fully brightened and warming up from the sunshine, Erik would be twisting up the sheets with the grip of his fingers trying to anchor himself while shouting out Yani's name as his manhood swelled inside of her. The force of his semen leaving his body would render him speechless, especially when Yani glanced back at him and he caught the side view of her breasts bouncing. The expression on his face at that moment always propelled her to her own release, and her already tight walls would clench around his thickness even tighter forcing him to shout out a final curse word or two once he caught his breath again.

He had to have her every morning like that, had to see the sunrise with her on top of him moving those big hips and big ass…had to see those luminous eyes of hers on his face when he released hot and heavy into her womb.

Every morning she had him crying up to heaven, and every morning she would respond in kind toward him. Afterward, she would clean herself up and check on Sydette while he stayed on the bed wondering how his life had functioned the last two years without her in his world. He couldn't fathom an existence without her or Sydette now, and those thoughts made him anxious.

He could sleep soundly with her next to him without the help of medication. The focus on his work with Klaue's arm was acute and productive because she was always near him. His overactive brain learned to wind down easily when she was around. His life had a new clarity, a new purpose…a new needed daily routine.

After morning loving Yani would bring Sydette into their room to greet him, and he would shower the baby with kisses and hold her up in the air where the little girl would giggle and wave her arms and legs around like she was flying. Those moments were his favorite of the day, his body thrumming with the warm feelings he received from Yani and the joy on Sydette's face when her eyes saw him in the morning. He had formed a tight bond with the baby, and Yani said nothing when Sydette started calling Erik Baba the way he taught her. He didn't feel it was appropriate to have Sydette calling him Daddy. That was Chez's right as the birth father, but the reality was that Erik was caring and providing for the child more than her biological Dad, and he did feel like a father to her. They were a family now. A solid unit and Sydette thrived while living on the compound.

Her vocabulary picked up immensely because both Yani and Erik spent so much time talking around Sydette. They were both surprised when new words would pop out of her mouth because they would stare at each other and swear up and down they didn't teach her those things. All the deep conversations Erik had with Yani every day and every night rubbed off on Sydette.

Yani took Sydette to the cove before breakfast when it was Erik's turn to cook the first meal of the day. There was nothing like watching Yani stroll down the path topless with Sydette in her arms. He would blow kisses to Sydette and when they returned for breakfast, there was the tugging of his heart when Sweet Pea would reach out for him saying, "Baba! Baba!" He fed her in the high chair as Yani planned out their day.

After breakfast he would shuffle off to do work and Yani would spend time reading nursing books and studying up on subjects she would take up soon in school while looking after Sydette who played with her toys on the floor. Yani complained that Erik bought the baby too many toys, but he argued that a lot of the stuff he purchased was educational.

When he needed a break from his work, he would saunter down to the cove for a swim. On his return, Yani typically had Sydette down for a nap and he would lay himself on Yani's lap on the couch or back in the bedroom where he would suck on her tits for a long session while she edged him until he was spurting in her hand. She would fix them lunch afterward and then they would settle down for a nap together until the baby woke them up.

More work, then a quickie session with his mouth between her legs before dinner which was Erik's favorite meal to prepare for them. Depending on what he was cooking, the three of them would go to the cove together and swim, helping Sydette to become a mermaid like her mother. Erik would stand in the water up to his hips as Yani stood twenty feet away with Sydette in between them. He would laugh so hard with joy when Sydette would kick her little legs and wind her arms in the water making her way to him. Half dog paddle, half baby sea turtle scramble, he watched her swim to his open hands as he lifted her up and wiped her eyes. Kissing her cheek, he'd flip her around and watch her head back to Yani the same way.

Nervous jitters would sometimes grip him when a sudden wave rolled through and lifted the baby away from them. Yani didn't panic, but he would, worried that too much water would go down her nose or throat, and he often found himself scrambling after her.

There was a little tv watching in the evening, a final goodnight for Sydette, and then nighttime loving would begin. Erik always made sure to put Yani's ass to sleep. But then the midnight hour would creep around, and he was nudging her awake to put it on her again. Pure bliss…

Until she started going out on too many brunches and day trips with her friends.

At first, it was nice knowing she had the time now to spend with her pals. He had heard the horror stories of what Chez put her through, cutting her off from relatives and friends. He was happy to see her happy until she did it more often to the point of switching up their daily routine. He was accustomed to having her whenever he wanted and now found himself calling her when he wanted pussy. Calling her and having to wait for it for hours.

Nah.

Sex with her was just as important to him as their family time together, and he would have these intense urges for her. She was a habit he couldn't break and most times she was a good girl and would bring that good puss home to Daddy when he demanded it.

Lately…she was being a brat.

On her excursions away from him, he would kiss the baby goodbye as Yani strapped Sydette in the car seat to drop her off with Twyla or her parent's. Before she sat in the driver's seat of her car, Erik would kiss Yani deeply and play with her pussy, getting it wet and puffy.

"Don't be gone long," he would tell her.

Yani would nod and let him feel on her titties. He'd make sure she saw the slight bulge in his pants before he'd turn her around and spank her ass a few times. Sometimes if he was feeling a type of way, he'd take her behind the car and fuck her standing up, nut inside her deep, but refuse to let her cum. She had to return home in a timely manner if she wanted him to finish the job he started. He'd then insert one of the toys he bought for her and send her on her way.

The toys weren't making her get to him fast anymore.

In fact, he suspected that she liked disobeying him. It frustrated the fuck out of him and made him much more aggressive when she finally did drag her ass home. He would be aggravated with her but horny as fuck. Horny to the point of being brutal with her pussy. He'd be in her guts an outrageously long time and so worked up chasing that nut so strong that it would take him hours later to realize that she was playing him. Making him think he was in control when he was the one wrapped around her finger. Pussy whipped. Correction. Pussy stomped.

He would just get riled up and have to fuck her hard and fast with his hand on her throat to keep her in check. Even then, she'd have a sly smile on her lips as if to say, "Nigga, you ain't shit."

She stared at him like that after he pressed her face into the mirror as he took her on the floor. The cushiony pallet they built for that purpose was rumpled, his knees starting to hurt from the hard position he locked himself into. His punishment for taking so long to return to him ticked her off, but she licked his cum from the mirror. Plunging back into her, she came on him when he begged her to and his confession of love came tumbling out of his mouth. The sweet questioning look on her face as she stared at him in the wall mirror let him know it was safe to confess his feelings for her.

Yani's eyes welled up and he felt a loosening and a tightening in his heart. That he felt open enough to tell her he loved her was freeing…but telling her he loved her was also a stone block he placed around his own neck. It was foolish. He had to leave her at the end of the summer, would have to go wherever Klaue sent him. Why tell her this when it wouldn't matter after two more months? It was like planting I.E.D's inside his body and hers for no damn reason. It was self-destructive. Unfair really.

But oh how she kissed him afterward.

He wanted her to say it back to him but he was glad that she didn't. It might have paralyzed him at that moment. Her lips and tongue on his let him know how she felt. The tears on her face that traced a wet trail down her skin and his showed him all he needed to see. She was there in the thick of it like him.

After cleaning themselves up he made the decision not to push her about getting to him when she was out with her friends. She was twenty-one. He remembered what that was like. Wanting to party and hang out. He told her she was free to do what she wanted. Rushing her home for his needs was not the way he wanted her summer to be. There was deep pleasure in dominating her sexually. But the deeper pleasure was seeing her happy. Relaxed. Care-free. Being a loving mother to Sydette around the compound. Watching her put on make-up and pretty clothes to be out on the town with her buddies.

He kept her body on top of his on the couch as they watched television until it was time to pick up Sydette from her parents. They were going to dinner together with the baby, and Erik was going to drive her to her parents. She was nervous about it, evidenced by the deep sigh she gave when her cell alarm went off.

Her people knew what was up with them. No point in lying about it and making unnecessary tension whenever she dropped the baby off.

The ride over to her parents was tense.

"Yani…baby, relax. We agreed to keep it simple. I pull up in the car, you get the baby, and then we leave. Let them get used to seeing me drive you over…"

Her eyes were wide with fear.

"Have they made a big deal about me still?"

"No…they just don't say anything. But I can feel it when I come back to get Sweet Pea. It's like they don't want to give her back to me. Sometimes I wish they would say something. It would be better than that weird energy they give me."

"I should just come to meet them—"

"No! It would be too much for them."

"I know how to act around people who don't like me."

"They don't know you. That's the problem. They would like you a lot I think…"

"I'll do what you want. You know that. But I think we should just—"

"Damn…"

Yani leaned forward in her seat.

Erik pulled in front of a nice-looking home where Yani's parents stood outside talking to a neighbor with Yani's father holding Sydette in his arms.

"I just wanted to run in and out, but—"

Erik turned off the S.U.V.

Yani's parents and the neighbor stared at the car. She stepped out and Erik rolled down his window watching her approach them. Sydette wiggled and cried out "Mama!"

"Hey, Sweet Pea. Hello Mrs. Anson," she said.

Mrs. Anson and Yani's mother were busy staring at Erik through the windshield.

"Your friend is not getting out?" Yani's mother said.

"We have a dinner reservation—"

"Introduce us," her father said, his eyes taking in Erik's face.

Yani turned to look at Erik, a helpless expression on her face. Erik rolled up the window and stepped out. He walked up to her father first.

"Erik, this mi father Halston Galiber, and mi mother, Paula Galiber…"

Erik shook Halston's hand firmly. The man's eyes took in Erik's slugs and the scars on his arms. Yani's mother did the same.

"Baba!" Sydette shouted. She reached for Erik and he took her from Yani's arms and held her on his hip. Sydette's hand went to his mouth and he pretended to snack on her fingers and she squealed like she normally did, their normal little game for when they greeted one another.

"Go home," Sydette said, her legs bouncing on his hip.

"Nice to meet you, Erik," Yani's mother said, "this is our neighbor Mrs. Anson."

Erik nodded to the woman who stared at Erik as she gave him a warm smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Anson."

"Nice meeting you. I'm heading home, Paula," she said walking away from them.

"We're going to be late for our reservation," Yani said once more moving next to Erik.

"Bring Erik to the BBQ next week. Give us more time to know him," Paula said scrutinizing Erik harder than Halston was.

"We'll think about it—"

"Would love to come," Erik said.

Yani glared at him.

"Good. We'll expect you there," Halston said.

Yani took a deep breath and moved back toward the car.

"Thanks for taking care of Sweet Pea," Yani called to them.

"Have a nice dinner," Halston said.

Erik placed Sydette in the car seat as Yani climbed into the front passenger seat. The baby safe and secure, Erik walked around the car, waved at Yani's parents and climbed into the driver's side.

"God, why are they standing there just staring," Yani said through gritted teeth.

"I'm the big ogre from the hill stealing the Princess and the Pea," Erik joked.

He drove past her parents and Yani finally relaxed in the car.

"That wasn't so bad," he said.

"I know. And it worries me."

"Why?'

"They don't like me being with you."

"But now they've seen me. Invited me to the family cookout. I'm in baby!"

"It's suspect—"

"Suspect?"

"A setup."

"Nah. They met me. They can see I'm a regular dude—"

"You not regular, man."

"On the surface…"

She glanced over at him, a smirk on her face.

She was too damn cute. He reached over and squeezed her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed it.

Dinner was simple and filling, a local spot for fresh conch and beef patties, and afterward a calming stroll along a public beach. Erik dipped into a public restroom, and as he washed his hands, he heard Yani screaming outside. Running out and ready to beat ass for whatever danger harassed his girls, he slowed down when he saw Yani holding her phone to Sydette who was crawling on the sand.

"What's wrong?!"

"She was walking! My baby was walking!"

A relieved sigh came out of his mouth as he watched Sydette lean forward on her hands, push up from the sand and toddle over to Yani three full steps before tumbling again. Erik clapped his hands.

"Aye Sweet Pea! Big girl!"

Sydette looked up at him as she sat on her rump and clapped her hands eagerly too before trying again. Erik took out his phone and recorded her taking five steps over to Yani. Sweeping the baby up into her arms, Yani smothered Sydette with kisses.

"Got you both recorded!"

Yani put her daughter back down and held her hand, allowing Sydette to go at her own pace. Erik walked behind them still recording as Yani let go of Sydette's hand. She took wobbly steps but kept her balance, making sudden stops to clap her hands again and to also look back to make sure Erik was still following.

"Keep going, Sweet Pea!" he encouraged.

The baby turned around and took a fast toddle back to him grabbing his left leg. She giggled and looked up at him.

"Look at Baba' big girl!" he said.

"Big!" she called up.

He put his phone away, and when he looked over at Yani, she had her eyes on Sydette.

"I thought I was going to miss this moment," she said softly.

They both watched Sydette experiment a little more with steps before she was reaching up to Erik. He lifted her up and kissed her forehead.

"I would've missed this. Right now, I would normally be at the restaurant, and she would be with Twyla, or Monice, or my Auntie…I wouldn't have seen this…"

She took a long exhale and wiped her eyes before linking her arm in his free one.

So many new milestones he was witnessing with Yani.

His own parents were together when they told him about his first steps. His father teased him about trying to have alone time with his mom and how Erik had woken up from their living room floor and waddled over to them trying to get to his mother. As a kid, he didn't get the big deal about his first steps, everyone took them.

But seeing Sydette do it, and witnessing the awe and gratefulness in Yani's face, he now understood what it meant to a parent. Even in the short amount of time he had known Sydette, he had watched her change and grow so much. He was there and Chez was not. He felt a slight bit of guilt like he had stolen something from Sydette's father. Did Chez even care? Yani's belly had been swollen with the little girl when he cheated on her making another child. If he had no concern then, would he really care if he saw her walking for the first time? Yani deserved that all for herself. Fuck him.

Heading back to the car, Yani sent the video she took to all her family. Her phone blew up quickly. Once they were back at the car she was gabbing to Twyla and Cee Cee on speakerphone. Erik sent his video to Yani's phone so she could send the shots he took of Sydette walking to her.

"Big nigga, you in trouble now," Twyla teased him, "baby girl will be runnin' up on you two. Can't be fuckin' freely no more!"

Yani's face crumbled with embarrassment.

"Goodbye!" Yani said and hung up on her cousins.

"They're right you know. She can already climb down from her bed."

Yani glanced back at Sydette.

"You knock before you enter our bedroom? Hear?"

The comfort of home eased them both into quiet contemplation. Yani cleaned and changed Sydette as Erik scanned the tv for news and sports updates. There were no warning messages from the security system that guarded the compound, and he shot off his weekly check-in email with Klaue. The man was bugging him about his arm. Erik told him he'd have something workable in two weeks. He'd have it done sooner, but he wasn't ready to make a short trip away from Yani and Sydette so soon.

"She is out already. Mommy and Daddy must've had her busy over there to make her so wiped."

She crawled onto the couch and curled up in his lap. A yawn escaped her lips.

"You are beat too."

"Because of you," she said.

He kissed her cheek.

"My baby is walking," she whispered.

"Swimming. Walking. Running is next."

"Thank you," she said.

"For what?"

"All of this."

He kissed her and rubbed her hip.

Her eyes wouldn't leave his.

"Go on to bed. I'ma stay up and watch a little tv," he said.

She nodded and kissed him on his cheek.

The sway of her hips was enticing, and for a second he thought he would follow her. But she needed a break. Physically from him.

He stayed up a few hours until it was past midnight. Slipping into their bedroom, he stripped out of his clothes and climbed under the covers next to her. It was cooler that night and nice to feel covers surrounding them as opposed to their usual slumber on top of the covers. He spooned around Yani, but she turned around and snuggled into his chest, her warm body molding around his.

"Killmonger," she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

He squeezed her and felt his throat get tight.

"I was scared to tell you that," she said.

"I was scared too."

"It feels different."

Her hand stroked his arm. He pulled back to look at her. Even in the darkness and the pale light of the stars, he could make out her face.

"How does it feel to you?" he asked.

Her fingers touched his lips.

"It feels real this time."

He nuzzled his face against her cheek.

"I've only been in love one time before this. I didn't think I could feel that way again. Not this fast. Not with two people," he said.

"What scares you?"

"The hurt I know I will cause you and that baby—"

"Killmonger—"

"I didn't want to tell you I loved you, Yani. I wanted to keep that to myself. Make it easier on you and her…the closer we get…I don't want to disrupt Sweet Pea's life… or yours—" "We knew what we were getting into—"

"But the baby, Yani. She… she's…"

Erik closed his eyes.

"She's attached to you now. I know."

Yani tucked herself into his chest once more. She calmed the shuddering there.

"Don't think about nothin' bad, okay? Let us just love you back," she said.

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One whole week.

He didn't touch or initiate anything solely intimate for one whole week.

He worked an insane amount of time in the workshop, and instead of taking his afternoon breaks to the cove and coming back to suckle her breasts, he went to the gun range and shot weapons.

Yani worried that all the love talk stressed him out the night she shared her feelings back to him, but he was still affectionate with her. It was just all the sexual play that lapsed between them.

She tried wearing sexier outfits around the house instead of just being straight up nude. Titillation was often more exciting to men than full nudity. But that didn't entice him, his focus was on completing the task Klaue had for him. Even when she went out with her friends, he didn't even bother to play with her body or insert toys into her vagina or ass. No more urgent phone calls to come home.

Morning loving was just intense kissing. No more quickies. No more coming after her when the urge struck him throughout the day. Bedtime was just a bit of smooching, a little bit of rubbing all over her booty and then he was out…snoring.

Nude text messages didn't even stir him when she would send him personal selfies of her breasts or her hands between her legs to his cell. It was like he was over her. She couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Even when she asked, he just said work was on a tight deadline. She even took over cooking their evening meals when he worked through the night, stopping to grab a bite for a few minutes before returning to the workshop and working until two or three in the morning.

Sometimes she caught him staring out at the ocean on the porch of Klaue's main home only snapping out of his reverie when Sydette walked to him and tugged on his pant leg.

"C'mere Sweet Pea,' he would say and take the baby on a walk around the property, guiding her baby steps and helping her up if she stumbled. A lot of time was spent on Klaue's private beach where he would play Brazilian music on a small set of speakers and jump around wearing white loose pants and fight an imaginary opponent with his hands and swipes of his legs. He was acrobatic and so fast. She would come looking for him with Sydette and find him down there, He'd pretend to fight her or move in front of Sweet Pea doing cartwheels and backflips. Sydette would try to copy him and roll around in the sand and kick out her chubby legs toward him.

"Jinga, Babygirl!" he would call to her and Sydette rolled in the sand to please him.

She missed him physically.

She asked her cousin Monice to watch Sydette for a few hours. She needed some alone time with Erik, and she needed to do it in a way where she didn't have to worry about looking after Sydette too.

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Klaue wanted two things:

An arm that wouldn't explode on him because of the vibranium.

An arm that looked realistic.

One out of two wasn't bad because the materials used to make a white person's pale flesh-tone arm would not work. It melted and couldn't contain the energy and power of the Wakandan metal. He experimented with many polymers on metal exoskeletons until he found one that would do the trick. The man would be stuck with a pale egg-shell white outer arm with internal protective alloys that Erik created and mixed that could contain the power of the vibranium power surges that threatened to blow up his old arm. He played with thermoplastics, metal oxides and the like until he found the proper balance of surge suppression.

He spent a short lunch staring at Yani's human anatomy figurine, taking it apart to look at the structure of the human arm with plastic pieces as opposed to online 3D diagrams. He asked Yani a few questions about tendons and ligaments, so tempted to take her into the workshop but deciding to keep her in the dark. He eventually mastered the inner workings of the arm design. The goal now was to get it to seal up properly once the weaponized firepower was used.

He was so wrapped up in getting Klaue's arm perfected that he ignored the blatant attempts by her to get his attention. He was so close to getting the prosthetic finished that he used that energy he once showered on Yani to push through with his work. He clearly saw Yani trying to catch his eye, and she did, but he pushed through regardless. Nude photos sent to his phone didn't even move him. When he was hyper-focused like this, nothing could sway him.

Sitting in the workroom, he took his time assembling components to secure the arm. His cell gave off a chime and he glanced at it. Yani had a close up of her bikini top. The orange one he liked.

I want some dick.

Erik stared at her text.

"My girl is hurtin'," he said out loud a wide grin on his face.

He ignored her words. The cell chimed again.

I'm so wet.

Baby, I'm working. Gotta finish this shit. I'll take care of you soon enough. Promise.

But I want you now. The baby not here. Just you and me. Come get this pussy, man.

Calm yourself.

Calm this pussy.

He laughed.

"Thirsty," he said pulling his goggles back down and picking up Klaue's arm. Time for more tests outside on the gun range.

Yani knew better than to come around there while he was testing. Strict guidelines were set for her and Sydette while he was working on Klaue's prosthetic.

The random targets Erik prepared for his tests were hung about at various distances. Bags of cement twenty, fifty, and one hundred feet away. Groupings of twisted metal close and far away. Slabs of beef to simulate human flesh propped up too.

Erik placed Klaue's arm on a metal post and turned on his remote-control unit. Glancing around at his set up, he opted to go back into the workshop and grab a protective apron to wear on his chest. Better safe than sorry.

He texted Yani.

About to do some testing. You hear some explosions, don't freak out.

No response.

Erik draped the apron around himself.

"Killmonger…"

Yani's voice. Clear and loud and sexy as all get out surrounded him.

She was using the intercom system.

"Whatchu want, girl?"

"I need it…"

He pulled the goggles from his eyes.

Shit.

The treble in her voice made his stomach react.

"Yani, I told you—"

"Listen to it…"

A drawn-out moan surrounded him and his dick jumped. He could hear the unmistakable and unrestrained gushy sounds coming from her pussy.

He yanked the protective apron away from his body.

"So juicy for you…"

She was slapping that fat puss now and he lost his breath for a second. Squeezing his eyes closed, his fists balled up tight.

"Where are you?"

He swallowed thickly and grabbed at his dick, adjusting the swelling he felt there.

"Come find me, Daddy…"

This girl. Fuck.

She couldn't be around the workshop or gun range. That was a given. She knew better and wouldn't play around there. He decided to check her house first.

"I need you to make a mess in this pussy…"

The outdoor speakers were crisp and clear. Her voice had his skin prickled with goosebumps. Like a ship searching for a lighthouse, Erik stormed into the middle house and checked all the rooms. She wasn't there.

"Ooh, baby…"

"Yani…fuck…where are you?"

He jogged up to the first house and looked in rooms, under beds, deep inside closets, around the foliage outside. He ran down to Klaue's house.

"So close, Daddy…"

He was so crazed at that point that he even checked the secret space under Klaue's globe that housed his liquor.

The cove.

Erik moved like a cheetah chasing a gazelle expecting to see her. Her voice could be a recording. When his eyes gazed across the horizon of water hoping to see her wet and naked and waiting for him in the balmy sea, he let out a loud yell of frustration when she wasn't there.

He stalked back over to Klaue's main house and checked the other private beach.

Where the fuck was she?

Feeling aggy, he checked the garage and other non-domicile buildings for her.

"Killmonger…please…."

Maybe she was near the forbidden zone.

He swept around the gun range and checked the rest of the grounds. Was she fucking with him?

He stomped back to Klaue's main house.

"Yani…I don't wanna play no more!"

Their bedroom was spotless, the bed made, the windows open, the pallet on the floor pristine. Her fingers were working her depths and he could hear every slick and wet sound. Dick jutting out, there were wet stains on his loungers already.

He stepped into the master restroom and washed his hands and rinsed his face. Returning to the bedroom he tried to think of how she could be so hidden.

"Give me a hint or somethin' girl…damn."

"Keep playin' with that dick…"

She was watching him. His eyes went to the hidden cameras in the room. He had disabled every camera that Klaue could try and spy with. He was aware of every power surge or strange attempts to hack into the mainframe of security.

Unless…

There was another room he was unaware of. One that Yani knew about and Klaue didn't reveal to him. A panic room of some sort…

Erik took off his shirt and slipped out of his Nike track shoes.

She had to be in Klaue's house.

He ran his hands down his chest and he heard her voice give off a sigh.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yessss…"

Fuck. Her voice curling around the end of the S's.

"Stroke that dick…"

He reached into his loungers and gripped himself.

"Lemme give you all this," he said.

"Mmhmmm…mi want it all…"

His balls jumped. She probably had them big legs wide open, fingers dripping with all her slick. Clit engorged and ready for his lips.

He fisted himself.

"You nuh wahn this?" she groaned.

"Oh shit…"

He was so swollen. Her vocal inflections would make him cum if she kept talking to him through the speakers. His eyes felt watery and blurry.

"Look for the heartbeat," she said.

Heartbeat.

His eyes blinked and he shuffled out of the bedroom, heavy girth bobbing as he walked. Once he found her it was going to be over. Ain't no way she was having him on a pussy scavenger hunt without him tearing that ass up at the end.

His fingers stroked the head of his dick through his thin pants. The entire shaft throbbed from root to tip because of his touch.

"Baby…" he gasped.

Eyes darted about the living room. They once had a conversation about the artwork and artifacts decorating the space. He played with several djembe drums and let her strike the skins to hear the different tonal sounds, teaching her a basic drum pattern to play. The tighter the skin, the louder the sound.

"The drum is the heartbeat of the people," he told her.

Taking in the drums now, he scanned each and every one within sight.

"Warmer," she whispered.

He stepped in front of a small drum set made with goatskin.

"So cold, baby…"

He swung around.

There had to be another secret opening.

Heartbeat.

Scanning a shelf display of ancient drums, Erik walked in front of a centerpiece.

"Warmer…hmmmm…"

His ears tingled from her sound and his left hand tugged on his nuts. The center drum was from the nineteenth century. The ones shelved next to it were twenty-first century. But the one on the bottom left shelf display was the oldest. Fourteenth-century from what Klaue told him. Erik's hands reached for it and rubbed the edge of the skin.

"So close, Daddy…"

He ran his fingers along the ropes on the side of the drum and stroked the wood wedges. On the drum stand, Erik noticed a discoloration of dark brown wood mixed with a lighter hue. He flicked his thumb across an unusual marking on the side and a small section of the wall shelving opened up.

Erik smiled and slipped through the opening and found himself standing above narrow stone stairs. He walked down and found what he suspected, a panic room filled with wall view screens that were turned off. There was a small generator, an air filter system, and a supply of canned foods, water, and a fridge. He stepped into another narrow room and found Yani naked on a twin bed, her legs wide open, her fingers sinking in and out of her glistening slit. The wings of her labia sat welcoming.

He shook off his pants and dropped to his knees.

Yani's eyes were pools of lust. Erik pulled her thighs closer to him. Wrenching his eyes away from hers, they dropped down to stare at her opening. He fought to calm himself, his breathing uneven from the excitement of finding her. He stroked the skin of her belly and let his fingers drop to the meeting of her thighs and legs.

"Killmonger—"

"Shh…"

He reached up and stuck his fingers between her lips and she licked them before sucking them gently, her eyes still on him.

"You want this dick?" he asked, letting the weight of it drag against her folds.

She nodded her head, gasping when his slick glans grazed her clit.

"Made me do all that work looking for you…damn…girl—"

The squelching from her fingers inside her pussy made his face grow tight. His lips poked out and he groaned hard when he saw how frothy her digits were when she pulled them out. She presented her slick fingers to him and he licked them clean, the sweet taste of her making him weak.

She circled her nipples and pushed her breasts up close to her face. Her tongue snaked out and circled each plump tip licking them slow.

Thoughts of eating her out first went out the window. He gave her no warning and plunged into her opening rough and raw.

Yani gasped and released her breasts, her elbows trying to balance her weight as he fucked her with little tender mercies.

"Pussy wet as fuck!" he yelled.

The bed she was on was firm and handled the weight he was throwing on her.

"Yes…yes…yes!" she wailed at him.

"…impatient…couldn't let me finish my work…"

"…fuck me…"

Her eyes held him hostage.

Despite the beauty of her breasts bouncing, her big dark nipples enticing his lips to suckle them, despite the bounty of her thighs and thick ass rocking against his balls, Yani's eyes trapped him with all the love he saw there. He tried to blink away the sudden rush of tears he felt growing on his lids, but they fell on her and she lifted up to hold his face. Wiping away the wetness he felt falling, she stopped his hands.

"Don't," she whispered, "if this is what you are feeling, let it come out, yeah?"

His face dropped down to hers.

"I don't even know how to act around you anymore," he mumbled into her ear.

"Just love me," she sighed into his ear as he thrust into her once more.

He moved her further back onto the bed and held up her left leg.

"…gripping me…"

"Been wanting you for so long."

"I know."

"Daddy, right there….right there…"

"Being a good girl…shit…"

"Erik."

His eyes went back to her the moment he heard his name.

Her lips were slightly parted and her pants for breath matched his slow deep thrusts inside of her.

"Erik!"

Her eyes shut tight and he saw tears press out from her lids.

"I'm right here."

He felt her insides clamp down around him and he held her tighter against him. Heavy exhalations filled his ears as she clutched onto his back, her nails pressing into his muscles. She cried out again and he felt her body spasm against him hard.

"God…I'm cumming in your pussy baby!"

The surge from his balls erupted. He felt the hard spurts fill her up, his eyes rolling back. Her thighs pulled his ass back down.

"You runnin' from me?" she teased.

"Fuck!" he shouted.

They both started laughing.

"I wasn't running."

"Yes, you were," she said.

His body hunched up when he felt the last of his ejaculate release into her.

"Goddamn…that was...damn."

She laughed at him more and he grinned.

Lifting up from her he caught her eyes again.

"You mine…" he whispered.

She stroked his cheek and neck.

"I'm yours," she said.

Leaning back, Erik pulled out from inside of her.

"Girl, we done fucked up this man's emergency bed."

He slapped her thighs and felt a rush when a bit of his semen drizzled from her opening.

"Your shit is all sloppy now," he said thumbing her labia and coating her folds with more of his warm cum.

He leaned his face back down to hers and kissed her.

"You made a big mess," she said watching more of his semen spill out from her.

"That's what you wanted. I delivered."

"Yeah, you did."

"What's that look for Lil Mama?"

Yani sat up and eased her shoulder against his.

"You make me happy."

"Yeah?'

"Yeah—"

A loud hissing sound disturbed their reverie. An automated voice came through the intercom system.

"Incoming message from Klaue, Ulysses"

Erik slipped on his pants quickly.

"I'm going to take his call in the living room. Go out the back door and stay up at the middle house until I come for you, okay?" he said.

Yani nodded and threw a pale yellow dress over her head and grabbed her sandals.

He kissed her cheek and slapped her ass.

"I'm not done with you, Ma," he said following her out of the panic room.

He watched her scramble out of the main house through the back exit before he touched the main viewscreen in the long side wall of the living room.

"Klaue, talk to me," Erik said, stretching his neck and feeling sated after having his woman.

"Tell me about my arm," Klaue said.

Erik could see the man sitting at a desk in South Africa somewhere.

"It's almost ready—"

"I need it next week."

Erik wasn't ready to leave St. Thomas. Even if it was for a short period of time. Love was making him feel rooted.

"Okay," he said.

Klaue smiled.

"That's my boy!"

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[iphoenixrising]

Where have you gone?? Please do one of these for me babe. 1. Continuing with mer Tim. 2. More alpha Tim. 3. Jealous omega Tim when Dick shows another omega too much affection.

ears.

BUT.

On to other things than my terrible obsession.

So, number 2 might be in the works for later on and Number 3 kind of doesn’t appeal to me, so maybe a last little drab from that mer au thing, yeah? I’ll pick it up from here. But you may want to read this one (NSFW) and this one.

NOTE: It can be a little squick with a bit of dub-con in the previous installments, so be warned.

Waking up on Tam’s couch wasn’t really that out of place in his life because he’s crashed here more than once, during research projects in grad school, during late night Uno frenzies, during gallon of Häagen Dazs nights when the blind dates were awful and they lamented how old they were getting.

It was familiar to open his eyes to her quaint coffee table and curtains, her flat-screen off to the side with his old N64 hooked up to one of the channels.

It was familiar to have the soft throw from the back of the couch cocooning him because blanket burritos were seriously the way to go.

The real crux of it all is feeling the shift in his abdomen, something soft, something so real, that he comes awake fast and furious, fumbling to get his arms out of the burrito.

“Shh, shh. S’ okay. Yer okay, baby.”

The voice from behind him, jarring since he’s dazed from a drugged sleep, disoriented because he knows that voice–

“Wh-what?! How–how?!” Is about all he’s got when the full-body jerk made him lose his balance and promptly fall off the couch, flailing hands and a sore ass to boot.

The one with green flecks in his eyes moves around the couch to where he’s trying to get free of the blanket and get the fuck out of here.

“S’ all right, pretty baby, yeah?” There’s a hand out, not reaching for him (yet), and when the former merman takes a small step forward, Tim is scrambling back until he hits the living room wall, one arm protectively around Minnow in his belly.

“Get-get back! How the hell are you even here? Where’s your tail?! Are you seriously telling me you speak English?!”

Jay blinks slowly at him, like he’s translating in his head while those eyes take in every detail of their beautiful mate. After several weeks in Gotham learning about land-walkers and their mate’s culture, he’s been bordering on desperate for this male, their male. When they should have been caring for him, seeing to his every need, massaging him when the young started weighing on him, holding him close and cuddling him, all the things good mates should do for their carrier.

Seeing him being…touched by another, a rival, brought out all the protective instincts in both him and Dickie in the worst way. The fact their mate, their Tim, is shrinking away from him, wide-eyed and terrified, is the only thing stopping him from filling his arms, burying his face, palming the young in that perfect belly like he wants, needs to.

“Wh-where’s Tam? Tell me you didn’t do anything to Tam?!”

Tim’s legs are weak but he braces a hand against the wall and wobbly-legs it for a second before he’s standing.

“Heyheyhey, pretty,” because Jay sees the panic, the gasping breath, their mate’s face white as a sheet, his legs trembling, threatening to spill him back onto the floor, “gotcha calm down, you feel me, honey? Yer safe. Yer Tam is safe, she’s making Dickie more coffee ‘cause he figured out how much he likes it.”

“C-coffee?” Tim breathes out desperately, needing to latch on to something here.

“You know you only get decaf! And you, Fish Face, step it the hell back. Right. Now.”

Tam has no problem shoving the merman back with an impatient hand and has a glorious mug of decaf coffee. It’s in no way a substitute for the real thing, but it still smells similar enough that he’s going to thank all the Gods out there for this.

“We also brought food for you!” The other merman, the one he remembers so vividly speaking in a sing-song language, laughter like tinkling bells echoing in the underwater cove where they kept him, is right over Tam’s shoulder, carrying a tray with some fruit on it and–

raw fish?

He’s sensing a whole lot of nope here, but finds it strange he’s not getting nauseous from the smell alone.

Tam steers him back to the couch, bracing him while she glares at Jay and Dick when the mermen can’t help but reach out to touch, to brace his elbows to help ease him down.

Tam places the warm mug between his cold hands, rubbing his forearms while her glare of doom makes the two pout but agreeably move to the other side of the couch further away, giving him at least the illusion of space. Their eyes never leave him, are soft and fond one second, then intense the next when he absently rubs his little baby bump during Tam’s rendition of the events.

She flails when she describes slamming on the brakes the second her headlights hit the three of them and smirks triumphantly when she describes the look on Ra’s al Ghul’s face when the police took him away in the back of a squad car.

Through it, the two mermen ease slyly closer, moving like water, even without the tails, easy and flowing until they’re sitting on Tam’s coffee table, barely two feet from him, chins in hand, watching him with dreamy expressions.

(The same ones from when they spoke softly, cooing at him before the next round...)

His mug is empty and he feels a little more lucid even if it’s decaf.

Tam holds his free hand supportively when they both can deal with the fairytales sitting across from him–

(when did the coffee table get that close?)

“And, I’ve been talking to your literal baby daddies here. About a lot of things. Like, the importance of consent.”

He has to roll his lips so he doesn’t smile because if he could have been not drugged during that conversation, it would have been incredible to see Tam read these two the riot act.

Still, it’s nice to see the them look contrite.

“We went to our clan,” Dick explains gently, tentatively reaching out to hold one of his hands in both bigger, warmer palms, “and told them…we’d lost you. That we needed to find you as soon as possible.”

“Needed ta be by yer side, Sweets. Take care a’ ya, n’ provide. We ain’t some shitty mates what gonna breed ya up n’ just leave ya. That ain’t our way, you feel me, baby?”

“So…our clan gave us a sprinkle of magic we needed to walk with you on land, be with you like we are meant to be. When we mated you, Tim, we mated you no matter what, even if you needed to come back to the surface.”

Jay’s eyes are warm, “knew it might come down ta followin’ ya up here. S’okay. Knew what we were gettin’ inta.”

Dick nods gently, smiling at him, the same smile Tim remembers from the cove, something fond and sweet right before gentle kisses as the front of a slick, slithering body pressed wetly against Tim’s back, molded to him.

“We took us some time gettin’ ta know how ya land walkers live while’s we were on yer trail,” and Jay gently lays a hand on his knees, a thrill running up his leg, his body remembering those hands, too. “Wanted ta know s’ much about ya as we could.”

“We understand more about your culture now, Tim,” Dick squeezes his hand and grimaces, “and we get why you-you left. We mated you without asking and getting your permission–”

“I had a tail, and I’m–I’m pregnant! Of course I freaked out. Human men can't get pregnant!”

“For our people, we all feel the pull of the mating season. We did not know humans do not go through the same kind of heat. Everything we observed from you indicated you were feeling the mating frenzy, but we were wrong, we were very wrong, and we are sorry.”

“We want ta do whatever ya need ta make it right, Timmy,” Jay squeezes his hand. “Now that we know land walkers don’t carry young like we do, yer gonna need us when it’s time ta birth th’ young.”

“And we…we don’t want to leave you alone. We want to be with you if you will allow it.”

And Tim’s at a loss, looking helplessly from one merman to another, his brain working on how, if, there was any way he could believe in this, if there was any way his insane life could get even more crazy.

“S’been a fucked up night fer ya, baby, so’s ya ain’t gotta answer us now, you feel me? Ya need ta rest n’ eat, need ta be safe.”

And Tim sees how those eyes roll down to his swollen belly, has a moment when his breath catches at it, that soft, gentle look.

“But, we aren’t just going to leave. I promise. Now that we’ve found you, we’re going to protect you and the young. We won’t have to intrude on your life to protect you…if that’s what you decide you want.” The hands holding his squeeze gently, encouragingly. “Now that we understand your culture, we can understand why you might not.”

“But,” and the taller of the two leans forward a little, thumb rubbing soothing circles on Tim’s knee, “we wanna ask ya ta at least hear us out. Think ‘bout just giving us a chance. Let us prove ourselves ta ya, Timmy. Please.”

“Please,” the other merman echoes, also leaning forward, sounding just as desperate, just as needy.

His eyes wide and heart pounding, the little flutters against his belly, Tam holds one hand tight while the merman holds the other. His thoughts are racing, one into another, wondering if this could be real after all, if his solitary life with the ocean could have turned into these legendary creatures choosing him as their…mate?

He’s helplessly torn between running for the hills, somewhere they’ll never find him, somewhere far away from open water, and…and giving them the chance they’re asking for.

No promises or guarantees, maybe just long enough for them to help him through the birth if he’s being realistic, but–but forever?

Tim glances over at Tam’s neutral expression, his conflict in his eyes, in every line of his body. He looks back to the two mermen-turned-human and the absolutely hopeful faces begging him for so many things, so many things he doesn’t know if he can give.

“I…I don’t know,” is as honest as he can be, “I mean…I don’t even know your names, how can you even ask me to trust you?”

“M’ name translates ta Jason, baby. Ya can call me Jay if ya like it.” The taller of the two, the one with green flecks in his blue eyes, gives him a crooked smile that’s unfairly attractive, reminds him of being held against this merman’s bare chest between rounds, of that same smile while a hand cards oh so gently through his hair. The soft, whispered words in the same deep baritone making him shiver and this merman, Jay, holding him closer as a natural reaction.

Tim’s mouth goes a little dry with those soft moments, of fondness and care, of them not trying to hurt him, of them…taking care of him in their own way.

(Pomacanthus paru mate for life, defend their offspring and territories…)

“I’m Richard, but some land-walkers called me Dick instead,” the hands still holding his are rubbing gently, absently at his wrist, instinctively making the stiff muscles in his back ease just a little, so he can slump and take his other hand back from Tam to rub his trembling belly. “And your wonderful friend, Tam, told us you are Tim. Timothy Jackson Drake.”

“Yes…yes I. Well, I mean, I’m a Doctor of Oceanic Studies at the University, so I spent a lot of time close to where you found me. Not-not for much longer because I’ve accepted a research grant, but…I–I,” and he stutters on it, makes himself think of this pragmatically, “I’m going to move. If you’re serious about following, then…then you’ll have to go to California, make sure I don’t get taken by any other semivir marinus, I guess.”

To his credit, Tam actually snorts, and the two–

(Jay and Dick and it’s absolutely insane how giving them names makes it that much more real, how it’s getting clearer, the last four weeks spent with them…)

–perk up.

“You won’t regret this,” Dick says hurriedly, “I promise, you will not, Timmy.” Without letting go of his hand, the merman effortlessly slides off the coffee table, kneels right by Tim’s leg, looking up at him with the most beautiful smile.

(So, so unfair. Too late, Dick, he’s already regretting this.)

Jay follows suit, spreading his knees to accommodate Tim’s feet, pressing very impressively sculpted abs against his legs.

“Gonna prove it ta ya, baby. Gonna be whatever ya need, yeah?” And it’s gentle, slow, Jay giving him plenty of time to bat away the palm easing on top of his, spanning some of his big belly, their fingers overlapping. Jay makes a soft gasp when the tips of his longer fingers touch the subtle shifting of the baby moving.

“We have learned so much about your world, and we will learn more so we can properly take care of you,” Dick croons gently, absently freeing one hand to pull the plate of fruit and fish from the coffee table behind him, hold it so Jay can take a ripe strawberry and bring it up to Tim’s mouth.

He sighs, looking down at those adoring eyes. Tim gives up the ghost–

–and opens his mouth.

**

Epilogue

San Diego is wonderful this time of year.

He’s leading a small research team at Scripps Institute of Oceanography, just a few grad students at Giddings Lab. His next book is set to come out this March and the research article from this study is already hitting Oceanographic next month. The lab life was fine up to hide the very noticeable baby bump. Soon after the birth, he was back out on schooners again, playing at wearing diving gear, gathering more data sets.

It’s exactly the change he needed.

Dick has four shows a day at Sea World San Diego, and Jay loves being a trainer. The two of them put on the best shows the amusement park has ever had; they draw record-breaking crowds and have the time of their lives.

In the evenings, after they eat and have the usual necessary cuddle pile (because those two still stay close to him, dote on him, can’t help but run fingers through his hair, and steal chaste kisses whenever they possibly can get away with it– even five years after they followed him to California), they take Hallie and Zarya down to the secluded Coves below their bungalow to swim. When the magic shells glow for them, give them their tails, the small family swims out in the deep, deep waters, playing tag in the waves, and talking to different species.

Hallie has green flecks in her blue eyes, and Zarya is a cuddle-machine. They’re pre-school playmates love them both, and the shenanigans their little minnows get into is nothing short of hilarious.

Tam is resolutely their favorite auntie, and spoils them with day trips out to have a “spa day” whenever she can nab them away from their fathers.

She always has their back with the girls when the next season starts and all three of them feel the pull to mate.

(This time, he has a plan and very smartly modified birth control…you know, for legendary creatures and shit.)

They live. They love, and if anyone who knew all the secrets would ask Tim Drake whether or not he would take it all back, not go out into Gotham Harbor that fateful day–

The doctor would look at his beautiful girls, his grinning mates, would look at all the pictures on their walls and down their hallway, would shake his head at rumpled beds, and nostalgically touch the remnants of the mermaid-themed crib sets. He would remember holding two wiggling babies in his arms after hours of labor, both his mates by his side coaching him, holding his hands, praying for him to their sea gods. He would remember the blossom in his chest, the pure and adulterated love for these little, helpless babies blinking blind eyes up at him in their first few moments of life.

He would remember Jay and Dick weeping, clutching him in their arms, helping him support their daughters, kissing his hair and his face, thanking him for giving them these beautiful miracles.

He would remember five years of arguments and explanations, of negotiations and understanding, of making a life together.

On land and in the sea.

And would he give all this up to go back to his lonely existence, worshipping at the altar of coffee and science, living his work more than his life?

Nope.

This fairytale? Is worth every moment.

#mermaid au #merman!dick #merman!jay #not as squicky #some feels are here #talking it out #ending this au in a cute way #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #my drab #my writing

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

urban legend wrestle time

[i have a big brain, goddamn. alright, let's do this. basically: autobot!rocketjumper and supercannibal!bonecrusher have a brawl, and then they reconcile and fuck on the mountain. not very creative, but it's fun. enjoy. also: i explicitly wrote the bit where they fuck. so. watch out. for that. yeah. oh, right: this is non-canon towards the current events in the bone gang. don't worry.]

[On a snowy night in the Canadian Rockies, stationed in an Autobot outpost, a bored Rocketjumper stares out the open window. The sole weapons expert (or the most famous one) that resides within this outpost, Ironhide, strolls up the stairs with two cubes of Energon.]

Ironhide: Hey. How'zit goin' up here?

A!RJ: Have you heard the rumors, that Bonecrusher still functions?

Ironhide: Please don' tell me you wan' t' hunt 'im down.

A!RJ: Sorry, dude. Studying the abnormal weather patterns out here has got my processor all numbed, and I don't want to waste the weather today. Is one of those cubes for me, by any chance?

Ironhide: Yea, I'm jus' gonna leave it in th' fridge.

A!RJ: Oh no, don't worry about it, Ironhide. I'm topped up already.

[She gets off of the couch, and sits in the windowframe.]

Ironhide: Y' could always tell me t' get outta the way, y'know.

A!RJ: Nah, I might as well give him an advantage. See you later!

[She hops out of the window.]

Ironhide, facepalming with a free hand: Primus, give m' strength.

-

[starving. nobody around. twitchy monster. self-hate incarnate. scream to assert dominance? no. new scent... r o҉ ́c̕ k e͟ ̡t j u ̨m ͘p e͠ r͠ . looking for a spar or a fight. three miles away̡̨͟. get to the cave and wait.]

-

[Rocketjumper scales her way up the slippery slopes of the mountainside. She thinks about searching in some of the caves, presuming that that's where Bonecrusher would hide first, if he were sane. If he IS sane. She didn't believe that the rumors were true at first, but upon looking up, three miles away... a trail of snow is being kicked up by a Buffalo MPV. She starts a sprint, and transforms, maneuvering around any imperfections in the mountain below her.]

-

[THERE SHE IS. s̴̴̷̸̨t̕͢͢omp on the gas. drive through t̷̀h̡͢͏͝e̷̛͠ cave systems. lose her in there.]

-

[Mnnnyyeeerrrr... She's focused on slicing Bonecrusher up into a little pile of ground chicken. Rocketjumper isn't sure if Bonecrusher is still sane. He seems so, maneuvering into the cave ahead. Maybe he thinks he can lose her in there. We'll see. She might not even fit in there.]

-

[echoes of engines. an hour later. in the cave, at the deepest part of the mou͞nt̡ain above. C͟H̨́͟͟K̵̵̨̛͢-̵̛͘͡C̵̛H̵̶̛̀͜K̛͡-̵̵̀͞͏C̴҉H̸̕͞K͞. she won't follow. too narrow. hide in a cove in case.]

-

[Rocketjumper activates her echolocation systems, and honks her horn. A fury of noise rumbles throughout the cave, until... Five miles down, there lies the legend himself. The opening above him seems thin. He can't escape from anywhere else. She sees this as the perfect time to strike, transforming and going for a ride.]

-

[what was that? a horn? what's she think she's gonna do with a horn from 5 miles above? wait... INCOMING. prepare claws. lose to the instincts. k̵ i͏͜͠ l l͢ ̧̕.]

-

[Rocketjumper uses one of her blades as well as her feet to slow down, once she arrives at the opening. Seeing as... yeah, no, that won't fit her thicc ass, she chooses to kick this obstacle so that it opens wider.]

[shesc͘o͢m̷̀͡i҉n͘gdowns̸̷̛͘h͏̵̡e̴̛͞ś̛͞c͞͏omingdow͞҉n̴͢s̸͢ǹa̵͟R̷̶̕͜Ļ̧҉̛́Ś̸͝Ǹ͢͠Ą̵͡R̷̛̀͟͢Ĺ̶͘̕S̵͜͢͢͡N̡̛A͏̷̡̛҉R҉̛Ļ͟]

[Hmm. A snarl? She decides to bait Bonecrusher into chasing her back up the 5-mile-long slippy slide she just endured, with her boot.]

[F͏͡O҉Ò̶̶͟͟Ţ̸͡-̸̨͝B̨̢͡Į̸͟T̸̀È̡̧͠-̴̴͢B̴̸͏̢́I҉̧̕҉T҉͜͞͝E̸̸͝͞͠-҉̵̢͜B͜͟Ì̶̵Ţ̴́́E҉̵-͏̶̵̢B̸̛I͢͟T̷̛̀͜E̛̕͜͝-̵̵S̷̶͟͟͢Ĺ̡̢A҉͟S̵̸H̸̵͠-҉̷̴S̵̨͜͜L̶̢A̵̷̛͢S̴̨͜͟͠H͘͝-̸͜Ś҉̨L҉̸̴̧͠A͟͜͝S̵̕͝H̶]

[Ohp, that got him riled up. She begins her ascent, with a very ballistic cannibal hot on her tail.]

-

[Once she reaches the cave mouth, she slides on her feet a bit, and waits for Bonecrusher to come rolling out, roaring like a rabid wolf.]

[iG̕K̡͠J́D̛̕NSGSLg͞lhld... s͡hh҉.͡m. hhh. h. cool it. slowly now. click the mine claws.]

[That's not what she gets, however, and she's fine with it.]

A!RJ: So, you still function. How's it going, midget?

BC: h̩̟̖̼̬͜h̰͙̭̺̻̯͇̲h̡͉͎ͅ.̡̟̖͖̯̮̩.҉͙̜̖̜͈̯͉͕́ͅ.̭̦̣̙̯͎̰͡ͅ ҉̯ͅh͍̟̗͈͖̘͞h͈̪̩̭͙̜̀͞h҉̼͓͓̤̥͡.̡̼̝̤̰̮̼̩͎.̴͏̦̣̖.͏̱͔̹̩̮̖̳͇̗͟ ̳̹̖̝̬͘̕͢b̡͈̭̱̪͙͎͞e͏̨̨̘̦͔͍̰͉t̨҉̨̰̱̙͎͎̯̟͖ͅr̹͍̝̗̙͍̗a̩̣̣y̷̮̰͈̠̱͝a͖̻̺͚̼l̝̮̪͡ͅ ̙̩̯́͠s̠̩͉̗̝̜̣̩͜͢͞t̬̭̮̰͖̕a̗͎̜̣͙͢͡͝r̦̲͍͢͟͝i̷̹̰̖n̴͕͔͢g͚͕͇̥̹͈ͅ ̢҉͇̯̗͙̲̮̘m̷̤̺͉͟͡e̶̤͓̗͝ ̛͉̳̯͞d̛͕͈̮͉̠̼̥͕o̸͓͍̲̠͇̝̣̤w҉͈̟̞̠̤̞̗n̨͎̹̤̺.͉ ͜͏̦̼̙̠̟y̷̥̹̬̯̳͝͠o̙͈̬̹̩̫͢u҉͏̛͖̯ͅ'͍͍͓̕͘v̫̬͉͢è͈͙̳̤͕̙͖̱͘ ̮̳̝́ņ̳͘͡o̖̖̬̣̜̖̦͘ͅt̤̝̯͖͕͖͘͡ ̨̘̝͙̳̤̻͙̭̀c̢̖͓͎̣͓h̺̞̮̭̜̻̱͡o̷̙̞̫̯̞s̝͙̫̦̲̟͚̝͘͡e̴̹̺̱̻̬̜n̙͉͎̜̠ ͇̻̙̳͙̫̝̜̮a̖̭͡ ̵͖̭ͅg̬͈̺͕͔̹͔o̟̗̺̳͍͘ơ͙͕d̨͞҉̗̘̯͉̺ ̧̖͖̭͔̠d͙͇́a͚͞y̸̩̳͈ ̩̗̣̟̯̘̺̜t̴̢҉͓̞̹̭o̪̗̱̜͠ ̛͈̟̯͈̯́á̫̫̺̤̼g̟̘̭̭̰̥̱͈͝͡i̢̹̰͇̬̗̱̭͕͡t҉̺̘̟̤̭̤͝ͅa̞͘ţ̷̺͚̟̪͉̻̜͜ͅę̩̮̘ ̼̮̬̯̗m̸̬͇͓̻̞é͉̀͠.̵̸͎͔̩͈

[Oh, did I mention his voice box is fucked up from her blade slicing through it, back in Antarctica? My apologies. He can even barely speak Cybertronian at this rate.]

A!RJ: Sorry, what was that? I can't hear you all the way down there.

BC: ģ̷è̢̕t̛͢t̀͜͏i̴҉͢ņ̧͞ǵ̢̡̨ ͠͝c͏ớ͞c̸̴̢̛k̕y̡͢҉,̕͢͞͡͏ ̴̸͢͟͞a͏҉̴̕r̛͢e̷̶̛̕͜ ̧͢ẁ͠e̸͝?̢̢͠

A!RJ: I still remember when you tried to take on Prime, you know. Watched it through his optics with a special optical camera system. If you couldn't kill that prick, then what chance do you have against me?

BC: i̴̡̕͡ ͘҉̢́w̷̴̧o̴n̢͘d̸̷̡èr͟͢ ͠͠w͏̴҉͝h͘͢a̵̢t̸͏̴͜ ̷̡͢y̨̛o̶̢̡͝ú̶̷̷́ ̢t҉҉̛͡a̷̛͡͡҉s͢͡t́͢͠e̡͢͝ ͟͞l̢͘͝í̷̶͘k̕͟͠e̸̢̛͞͞.̷̀̕͠

[r̷͠͞͡u͏͡s͘͠h̢̛̀̀́]

[Oh, here he comes. She blocks his first mine claw attack, yet fails to realize that he tackled her like he did Optimus. He gets some good flesh wounds (and removes some skin chunks) in through her armor, before she knocks him down into the snow.]

A!RJ: Hey, at least y-

[S̶̨͟T̶̷̷̴͟Ŕ̛̀̕͝ÍK̶̷̷͢͠E͘͝N̶̶͠Ò̀̕͜W̨͝͠͏͢]

[He managed to catch Rocketjumper during an attempt at a monologue, digging his digits into her abs. She retaliates by trying to stab him.]

[ḑ̛̛͡o̴͜҉d̸̨̨͠͝g̨̀è̡a̵̛ń̷̢͟͠d̵̢c̢͘͜ò̶̡͜͠ų̴̡̛ņ͜͞͞t̸̸͘̕e͟r̴̛͜͞͝]

[She misses. He swings at her face, ripping her mask (and a bit of her cheek) off. She's not prepared for the fury of a bot scorned, as it seems.]

[̷̵͞t̴̶͟͝h̨̕͝͡͞e̡͏̡b̧̡́͢o̵̶͏o̷͢b̸̨͝҉ş̛͘ḩ҉̧̛u͏̢̡͜͜r͟͜͡t̵́̀͜t̀͞h̷̵̕e̷͞҉m͝͞͏o̸̸̕͘͝s͢͞͞͝t͏̡̛͟]͜͠

[HE'S TRYING TO RIP HER TITS OFF. Foul move, as he comes to realize, when an equally foul sword chops into him like a lumberjack's axe into a tree.]

[̕͢d̶̸ì̴̛̕͟ḑ̛i̷͏s҉̵̷̧͜a̶̢͜͞͠y͢͠i͏́c̸̷̢͢ớ̵u͘͏l͏̡d̴̶̢̧̕d̵͏i͟҉̡e̡͝͠͠e̸̕͢͠͞e͢ę̧̨͝]̵̵͠

[He's not reacted to that, and he instead goes for the eyes, knocking Rocketjumper into the snow.]

BC: i̡̕͘͜͡ ̴̨͟҉w̵͟͏̵̕ó̴̡ń̢̛͡͏d̵͠͝e̴̶̛̕ŗ̶̛͝ ̡̢̧͡w̡͜h҉͡ą̧͞͡͏t҉̷ ͠ì̸̷͟͢t̵̴͞'҉̷̨̛͠s̷̢̡͢͏ ̧́͞l̕͡i̷̶̷͠k͢͝e͜͜͝҉ ̶͢͢͠b̵̢͞҉e̴͠i̴̷̡̛͟ǹ̢͠g҉̴ ̨̡͞b̶͘҉l̸̴͢͏i̡͢ǹ̴̵͡d̶̴̛͞.̵̸̸͝

A!RJ: GET OFF OF ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT.

[She delivers a mighty boot into Bonecrusher's back, and knocks him a good couple dozens of feet down the mountain. She gets up onto her feet, and wipes her swords clean of energon.]

[.̛.͏.̶]

[She's waiting for a response.]

[...r҉.eco̷̕͝ncKỊ̡̜̲̹̙͓͟͜L̢͏̞̲͓̦́̕L̛͖̞͇̳͈̺̲͜͠]

[He charges, and swipes near Rocketjumper's face, just enough to give her some good scars, maybe even blind her. She decides to stop playing fair with him, and sends a blade through his spine.]

[̴͞N̵̴̕Ò͏͝Ņ̸͜O̴͜Ǹ̨̕͝͝O͠҉N̕O͢N̛O҉͡҉̷N̸̛͠Ơ̸̢͟N҉͝O͟͠͏͡Ņ̵͠҉O̧͘͟͜N̸͢͡O͞͏N͢͏̀O̴̕҉]̧҉

[He manages to get up from this, digging his mine claw deep into Rocketjumper's chest to help him get some footing, before knocking her over and holding onto his own legs to continue moving.]

A!RJ: [Coughing up a bit of energon.] What the fuck? WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING UP?

[She uses a rocket tube to send some high-heat destruction point-blank. She scores a direct hit...]

[...and it didn't affect Bonecrusher in the slightest. He pounces onto Rocketjumper. (Hey, did you know that these bots' pupils change shape into hearts when they see a loved one? That's what's going on here. One of his eyes has got a cat pupil, and the other is a heart. He's also got a death grip around her ribs.)]

BC: ŕ̕.̡ ̴r̸͘͞ock̸ì̧è͟͡.͏̡̀ í.҉͢..̢̡̕

A!RJ: [spits some energon into his face] So what? Stop being sappy and kill me already.

BC: N̷͢O̷̷̢͞.͡͏͟ i ͢͠w͢͡a̵͝nt́͢ ҉t̷́͢o̶ ̡̨͞rę̕c̵ǫ̸n͠c̷̕ile͢.̡̛

A!RJ: Wouldn't've expected this from any other rabid beast, to be honest... well. You've got me down, but not out.

BC: ...jųs̢t͟ ҉l̶̨͡i̸ḱ̷̡e͟͢͡ ̷old̷̡͠ ̴̛t͢͏i̡͠͞m͜es̡?

A!RJ: Ah, fuck it. Nobody else has been bold enough to give me a pounding, and it's been kinda painful the last couple of months. I haven't even been able to touch myself, because everyone's been giving me tasks. This shit is exhausting, dude.

[She's given a cute-yet-menacing smile by Bonecrusher, as he descends and gets inbetween her thighs, delicately moving past her armor skirt and sport shorts. She adjusts herself so that she's more comfortable.]

A!RJ: What kinda monster possessed you to keep your sanity in the first place, anyway?

BC: were͢ ̨you t͝r͞ying͢ to̕ g̸o f̨o̷r̶ ͏m͢y p͘roc͞esso̴r̸?̶ ̸be̢c̕a̕u̸se ͝y͞o͝ư m͠i͞s͏s͞e̢d̨,̡ ͏if͝ sơ.͘ ҉o͟ţh̵e͝ŕwi͠se͟, ͏i d̷u̢n͢ņo.̸

A!RJ: Hmm. I've got some lube in a backpocket if you wanna get to the nitty gritty, 'less you're alright with foreplay.

BC: oơh,̴ l̕úbe?̢ ̕s҉ur͏ȩ!̢

A!RJ: Alright, hold on a minute.

[She reaches into a backpocket, feeling around. She feels the bottle almost immediately, and pulls it out, pulling her pocket inside out. She hands it over to Bonecrusher, and fixes her pocket.]

[rubadub. rubadub. apply it everywhere. maximum slippy. perfect. entry sequence.]

[Feeling Bonecrusher's dick back inside of her after 4 years of impleasure has got her going. She begins purring like a cat, while Bonecrusher starts out gentle with her. He's... gotten a lot bigger than she remembers.]

A!RJ: H-hoogh,,, this feels fucking surreal.

[Bonecrusher is keeping down some noises of his own. Very disturbing-sounding noises, but pleasurable noises nonetheless.]

BC: it'̶s.͡.̨.̶ be҉eǹ ̢s̸o͜ ̢l͟o̶n̢g͢ si̕nce ̢w͠e la͜st fu̸c͠k͟ed.̵ i̕ ̀ca̛n̶'t. ̨th͝in̛k ̸s̷t̵r̀ài͞ght.

A!RJ: Well... got any top-hhgnnm,,, topics for discussion? Or are you not into fuck-versations anym-nn..n...more?

BC: no̧t͢ ͘s̴u̵r̨e. i d̵o ̡mi̸s̴s th͡e͜ f̕em̸b-̷g̡͢h̴̢go̴o̸͜ḩ͟g̨͟h̕̕h͜.̛͏̷..̸͡ ͠..͠.à-̡a͘n̨d̢ the͘ g̨r̴ump͏, ͟and͞ ever̢y̷on̕e e̕lse̷. ͘i'̨m̶ ́gl͝a̵d m̡ar̨r̕o͘w̷b͝-͘ ̸ḩ̷̵͘͡Á͜A̴͟G͏͏̕͜g̸̨͟͝͠ḩ̴.͏̵.͘͞-mmm͏b̧e͡r t̕ried̷ ͢his͡ b̨est͢ ̶to h͜el͞p̡ mé ͟ou̵t.̛ ͏i̛ w̵ońd͘e̢r̨ wher͜e ̴th̛ę ҉p̛oor bu̧g̶ger is- ̷s̵͜s̶s̵͠h̴̕̕͡h̶͞i̴̸͘t̶͠.̨͏̨.͝͠͡.̡̨.́

A!RJ: heh... Yeah. Marrowbomber. I haven't seen that guy since I first got to the base. Kinda wish the Autobots didn't k- hhh.h... kidnap me, but hey. I got to let out some frustration, and that's always fun.

BC: on̴ly̢ ḱin͠da?

A!RJ: ...Yeah. Brainw- mm.... brainwashing has that kinda effect on you sometime, y-y,.y,y,,, y-know?

BC: g͠o͝d daM͠ni̶t.͡ ìt fe͞èls ͢ļiķe̵ yo̵u̡'r̕e̴ ̀t̸ryna m̛ilk me҉ o̶v̶er ̷he͡r͏e.̛

A!RJ: And what's so wrong about that?

BC: y̢ou̴ ̸̴mi̡̨n̷͜d ̵͞i̵͏f̢͜ ҉͠i.̷͠.̸̨.͝͝?̴͢

A!RJ: What's stopping you?

BC: h̴͢͠h͢͟͢h͟.͞.̧.́.͢

[With that thought, Bonecrusher lets loose a good ol' torrent of cum, right then and there. Did you know that cum glows in the dark?]

A!RJ: Oohohhoh.... [giggle]

BC: [accelerated twitching, and a ferocious SNAP.]

A!RJ: ...Was that your spine?

BC: i ̡can̴ f̛e͢el ̨my͝ ̶le̷g͜s͠ ͡a͡gain.̀ ̶g҉od be dam̴ned.̧

A!RJ: Hey, uhm... You wanna come live with me in the outpost a couple miles away, Boney?

BC: ...i͞'̧d̛ l̸o͡v͝e͡ t̡ó.

[And so, with that, Rocketjumper and her ex-husband head back to the outpost, with a... very confused Ironhide ahead.]

-

[Knock knock.]

Ironhide: C'm'in.

[Rocketjumper opens the door. Ironhide looks over, and raises an eyebrow.]

Ironhide: What happened t' you?

A!RJ: Well, I found Bonecrusher. He's still alive, and he's... well, he's right here.

[in comes the cannibal.]

BC: ir̢onh̀i̴de̡.͠ h͠av͡e͠n͝'t͜ ͞s̶e̷e҉ǹ ̀yòu͠ ͡sinc҉e 200͞7҉, ͡m̀y͡ guý. ̶h͘ow'̕s i҉t g̢o͞in͏g?

Ironhide: ...Uh. I've been alright. You?

BC: to ͏p̵u҉t̷ i͢t ͢l̨i͠ghtly.̢.͠. a ̧mílli̧o͘n̸ th̢in͟gs̕ ha͞ve happenéd.͘

-

[and that's all your getting. have a good rest of your day, i'm going to bleach my mind. i do hope you enjoyed this, to be honest, i haven't explicitly wrote nsfw in a little bit.]

#nsfw: sex #nsfw: blood #nsfw: injuries #cannibalcrusher vs autojumper except they reconcile and fuck in the mountain #autobot!rocketjumper #uncontrolled!bonecrusher #ironhide #whoops! i forgor :skull: that w*ndigo is culturally inappropriate! my apologies!

[andstareatthemoon]

Virginity?

Lmao I’m finding a bunch of old stories and posting them they all suck but u find them funny so enjoy

You and roger were sitting in the living room hands holding one another’s as you went to take a bite of the dinner you had cooked together, your eyes instantly started tearing and burning and you spat it out. Roger laughed hysterically to the point that he started tearing up (with happy tears of cause) you then realised that while he was teasing you in the kitchen he had handed you hot sauce instead of teriyaki.. great.

“ROGERRR” you screamed eyes still burning “why would you do that to mee??!” You squeaked your tongue still tingling from the spice. “Well I wanted to take you out to dinner and you were so excited to prove to me you could cook so I just decided to.. spice it up” he said slightly above a whisper his cheeks turning a subtle pink. “Are you blushing rog?” Your lips turning upwards into a smile. His cheeks burned up getting redder by the second he started giggling. He was cheeky. You chuckled at this reminding you of the first time you had properly met.

*****flashback*******

You were in class it was a useless one really, simple and boring you could feel yourself drifting off until you heard someone slam through the door into the lecture hall.. late. Your professor hated when people were late he rolled his eyes at the mysterious blonde who was gorgeous and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him he looked at you and smerked noticing you staring you looked away quickly into the pages of your book. The blonde ran up your way and smiled he sat a seat away from you with Brian in between you. “Well that’s embarrassing” Brian sighed at Rogers stupidity. “Well it’s your fault for not waking me up I asked you to!” Roger whined. Brian rolled his eyes “last time I tried to wake you up you were so angry that you threw leftover meat lovers pizza at me..” you laughed at this quietly but loud enough for both roger and Brian to hear. Brian nudged your shoulder softly “true story!” Roger immediately sat up straight, “you know each other?” He asked in somewhat of a shocked manor. “Yeah we’ve lived next door to each since we were 4” Brian exclaimed, “I’ve told you about her..” your ears perked up at this “you told him about me???? Saying what” you asked nervously looking at roger gave you butterflies. “That you 2 dated..” Roger said slightly above a whisper. Your eyes bugged out at this your tone of voice slightly changing becoming more annoyed, “we were 13..” Brian laughed slightly “still counts as dating” you looked up at him as he was like 2 heads taller then you “it lasted a week mate” Brian put his hand above his chest acting hurt playfully. Roger chuckled at this you looked at him with a slight smile his eyes piercing into your soul. You were ripped from your conversation as the professor started talking about your assignment you sighed a little too loudly at this the people in front of you turning around to laugh at you. Roger had a grin plastered along his face Brian completely ignored this. Your teacher started calling out the pairs. You were annoyed by this you weren’t in primary school you could pick your own partners, your elbows rested onto the desk placing your face into them. Roger stared at you with a look of desire in his eyes but you hadn’t noticed as you were focusing on who you’d be paired up with after a few pairs were called out you heard Brian’s name praying that you were paired up with your bestfriend you crossed your fingers but he was paired with Angie his crush his cheeks turned a rosy pink as you sighed. Brian stood up to go to where Angie was sitting. Then you heard your name along with Rogers. You were partnered up he looked at you and then slid into Brian’s seat “guess where partners.” He said playfully “yeah I guess we are” you replied quickly. “So how do you know bri?” You asked full of curiosity, “you know about the band he’s in?” Roger asked with a big smile. “Yeah! Ohmygosh i was so excited I was the one who taught him to play guitar!” You laughed while twirling your hair between your fingers.. something you did when you were nervous. “oh well I’m the drummer” he stated proudly. “Omg really that’s so cool” you said placing your hand over your mouth to hide your grin. “Yeah you should come see us perform tonight we have two new members” roger hoped out loud. “Sure that would be fun!” You said happily you had never seen Brian perform in front of anyone other then you, he got really bad stage fright in primary school he was nervous to perform at the talent show so you ran onto the stage starting to dance that cooled his nerves and you both laughed along with everyone in the crowd. You spent the rest of the lesson focusing on your project you could feel roger look you up and down and it made your heart flutter. That made you feel bad. You could never date one of Brian’s best friends that’s just.. wrong.. right?

-later that night-

You and Lola (your roommate) we’re getting dressed and doing your makeup. You were anxious not to see Bri perform you knew he’d do great and appreciate you being there but you couldn’t get that hot blonde out of your head. When you showed up to the concert you realised just how many people there were Brian saw you and ran towards you pulling you in for a quick embrace he then hugged Lola he grabbed your hand and started pulling you two with him. “Where are you taking us?” You laughed while walking your hand in his. “Backstage, don’t worry I won’t force you to come out and dance!” You laughed at his statement you walked with him Lola staying behind getting a drink after seeing a guy that she fancied she told you to go. You walked backstage with Brian snuggling up to him because of all the people running around doing last minute errands. When he walked you to the room they were preparing in your eyes shot straight to roger and he looked straight at you. Your heart fluttered you still had your hand interlocked with Brian’s cuddling up to him. “Wow Bri have you got a secret girlfriend you haven’t told us about?” Freddie asked you looked up at Bri and realised how much you looked like a couple you were wrapped around him. Your eyes then darted to roger he looked confused, hurt even. You immediately pulled away from Brian laughing awkwardly. “Oh my gosh no I’m (Y/N) by the way childhood friends, I couldn’t stand him in the beginning to be honest but now we’re just bestfriends” you explained quickly pulling your hand out to meet Freddie’s he shook your hand “Freddie Mercury darling” he stated answering the question you hadn’t even asked yet. “That’s John deacon he plays the bass and there’s roger Taylor drums” Freddie said sounding out of breathe. “I know We’ve met history class” you said a smile covered your face. Roger jumped up from the leather couch to hug you and then pecked your cheek, your body shivered butterflies in your stomach relaxing in his touch. Brian looked at you both with distaste and confusion he didn’t think you were that close. Their boss then walked in the room telling them they were up in five so they walked out of the room your hands touched Rogers clinging onto yours. You then stood at the side of stage admiring his features while they performed

-after the performance-

Everyone had drunk a few drinks it was time to go back to the dorms Bri was in the bathroom so roger offered to walk you back you quickly agreed walking away together hand in hand when you got back to your room roger went to leave but you grabbed his arm pulling him and then closing it. You had one too many drinks and so had he. out of nowhere you had this urge to just kiss him so you did pushing your lips into his aggressively roger did too and soon you were making out. Why not take this even further you started to unbutton his shirt not removing your lips from his. He pulled the zipper of your dress down soon you were both only in your under garments and were fighting for dominance on your bed. “What about Bri?” He asked out of breathe. “Who cares I just want you”

••••

When Bri walked out from the bathroom he was instantly worried and ran from the pub to your dorm which he had a key for.

Great

••••

After a while you were both naked and laughing you were pulling on his hair and he was attacking your neck things were getting heated and soon your legs were wrapped around his shoulders and he was in between them. You moaned out his name and so did he.

••••

Brian was then at your door unlocking it he heard screaming and assumed the worst turning the corner to you and roger naked in bed his mouth dropped and was speechless but then he managed to speak “what the fuck?!” He yelled

••••

You and roger both looked up to see Brian and you freaked out and covered your body in your sheets. “We can explain!” Roger looked terrified of what Brian would do coving himself with a blanket. “Explain.. EXPLAIN?!!!” He yelled his voice full of hurt. “You wanna explain why I just walked in on my bestfriend taking your virginity!” He yelled tears forming in his eyes. You started crying too quietly but getting worse by the second. Roger looked up at you in shock.. “virginity?” Was all he could let out.

To be continued...

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Girls of Summer

by Elton Saint James

Summers in the South feel especially lazy because of the acute heat of longer days and shorter muggy nights. Daddy always said nothing good came from those smoldering months when all of us kids were out of school. We spent our days in a daze, wandering around the neighborhood, dragging our feet as the heat rolled off of the black asphalt roads. The older we got, the more trouble we wanted to get into. We longed for nights spent down on Blackwater River, cans of warm beer in our hands, boys with thick accents trying to get us to go skinny dipping. It was out of our reach, though, being only fifteen that summer. “That summer” being the one when all of those girls went missing. It wasn’t a quick thing, either. One by one, they marched into the woods along our small town and were never heard from again. It was a mystery that even our heroic sheriff-elect couldn’t solve, despite the panic of the taxpayers. “We’re following every path possible to find these girls, we want them home safe.” He had said at one of those press conferences after the third girl vanished. Eventually, it was whispered and settled upon that the girls had joined some sort of a cult ran by a satanic leader and ran away.

Looking back on it now, I don’t think anyone truly believed that rumor. It was like a blanket that the adults had knitted and covered us all with. The material they made it with was coarse, though, and left us kids itching and trying to claw our way out. We knew these girls, there was no way they would up and leave their friends, their futures, their lives — for what? A chance at meeting a ragged hair hippy in a fictitious palace in the woods? Say what you want about the south, but our mamas taught us to stay away from weaselly men. The kind that loiter outside of the skating rink, trying to offer you a ring pop or puff of a cigarette. We just weren’t raised that way.

Haley Jean was the first to go missing — May 29, 2001 — one day before summer break started. It had rained all day, leaving the dusty dirt roads a long string of muddy mess. These were the days that Haley Jean, the twins, and I would peddle our bikes as quickly as possible to 2148 Pinewood Circle. A small townhouse full of small knick-knacks that Mr. Walker had accumulated from yard sales, thrift stores, and storage unit auctions throughout the years. Sometimes, when we had sleepovers, I would wait for the others to fall asleep — and I would sneak out into the living room, just to look at those little figurines of his. I’d run my fingers across them and try to imagine where they originally came from. I did this alone, in the beginning, until Mr. Walker caught me in my PJ clad glory. I was so shocked when he saw me standing there, in the dark, that I blurted out the truth. All he did was laugh and say, “That’s exactly why I buy them, I daydream when I see them and try to imagine what lives they’ve lead.” From then on, it was like our little secret. Sitting together on the couch and pointing out our favorites, trying to come up with complex stories for them. I liked Mr. Walker, he felt like a second dad to me, even if he was a little bit weird.

It was like every other after-school hangout, you know? We passed around a cigarette we had stolen from Mr. Walker’s office drawer, blowing the smoke out of the twins open window. It was customary for one of us to start off the daily gossip session: ‘Did you see Becky’s boobs? They grew three sizes overnight, cross my heart!’ ‘Johnny’s mama told my mama that he has mono and that’s why he’s been out for a week!’ It went back and forth, like crickets holding a conversation in the dead of night. We laughed, smoked, and tried to make sense of life in that bedroom. I can see her, Haley Jean, so clearly when I think about that pink room. The way her chocolate hair was perfectly french braided that day with her favorite white ribbon attached, how her clothes smelled like fresh linen and cotton, and the soft cadence of her voice. The twins, Joanna and Jade, were my friends — but, Haley Jean? She was my best friend.

Haley Jean was always the first to depart from these powwows, considering her mama was the strictest woman in the county. “Now, Haley Jean, you better come straight home! There is no tellin’ what creeps are lurkin’ around this town. It’s gone to hell in a handbasket, I know that much,” Mrs. Johnson would always tell her daughter. She was the kind of woman who watched Unsolved Mysteries and felt the undying need to insist that those sorts of things would happen in our town one day. There was no way for her to know that on her trek home, her only child would be slip into the void, reduced to only memories. It wouldn’t be until much later that a witness came forward, stating they saw the fifteen-year-old girl put her bicycle into the trunk of a honda accord, and ride off into the warm Florida night with a man.

The missing signs went up on the barren power poles almost immediately. It was like a rapid epidemic, the fear that took over our town. Mamas were outraged at the idea of their babies being snatched and demanded that their children be inside of the house no later than 4:30 PM. The skating rink almost went out of business, considering it looked like a ghost town installment. I don’t really remember crying much during that time. I wasn’t like the others, I knew that Haley Jean was still alive. I was convinced she would come walking out of the Tom Thumb at the corner of our street, licking her lips to taste the sugar of the fountain mountain dew. “You don’t understand,” I would say to anyone who doubted me, “We have a connection. She’s out there, I can feel it.”

Mama wanted to send me to a psychiatrist after two months of having night terrors about the whole ordeal. Daddy didn’t let her take it that far, though. Instead, he let me find solace in Joanna and Jade. The only two people that I had left, at that point. It was mid-July, after three other girls went missing, by the time my parents let me stay the night at the Walker’s house again. I think they were too afraid that we would try to sneak out, try to find Haley Jean on our own. They weren’t wrong in their suspicions, though. It started like this: we were smoking our nightly cigarette, our feet hanging off the side of one of their twin sized beds. Joanna, the alpha twin as I like to call her, suggested we have our own three woman search party.

“What's the point? Haven’t there been, like, a zillion search parties lookin’ for her anyway?” Jade counteracted her sister’s idea, snatching the cigarette away from me. It was always like this, one would propose an idea and the other would shut it down with little to no consideration. Each thought their idea was better than the others. It was always my job to be the mediator, Haley Jean backing me up. At this stage of the argument, I decided to sit back and let them hash it out.

“I can guarantee you there is one place they haven’t thought to look.”

“Alright, genius. What spot could there possibly be in this small, shitbag town that the sheriff's department hasn’t thought to comb over?”

“Two words: Hickey Cove.”

I don’t remember exactly the chain of events after that moment, other than the gasp of air that left my lungs. It felt like I was going to pass out. How fucking stupid could I be? Of course, no one would think to look out there, unless they were a teenager. The adults of the town didn’t know our pubescent secret, no one dared to snitch. Hickey Cove was as elusive as a location can be. Settled on a sandbar down Blackwater River, assessable down the town’s backroads, nestled between dense bushes and trees that grew in strange patterns. The only way you could find it is if you were given specific directions, which none of us had. It felt like a glimmer of hope, though, like maybe we could be the heroes for once. It didn’t occur to me to stop and think, ‘why in the fresh hell would Haley Jean be hiding on a sandbar?’ I had a one track mind at that time in my life, all I could think of was: we’re going to find her.

“Oh god,” Jade eyed me, her eyebrows were doing that arching thing when someone is feeling suspicious, “Please don’t tell me you wanna actually go look for Hickey Cove.”

Joanna was quick to chime in, taking her drag of the cigarette, “Of course she does, dumbass. You know how she feels about Haley—” this is where my eyes cut to her, my expression was blank. Everyone knew how I felt about Haley Jean, it was in the way that my eyes lingered too long on her when she walked by, or the way that I wrote her five-page long notes.

“Where are your daddy’s car keys? We’re going.”

Strangely enough, it was easy to convince the twins to “borrow” their dad’s car for our misshapen adventure. That was the thing about those girls, they were so sheltered by their daddy that they would have done anything to get a rise out of him and get their kicks. It must have been hard on Mr. Walker, is the only living parent of two wild spirited teenage girls. He worked 9-9 on most days, trying to keep a roof over their heads. Thinking about how hard he had worked to afford that new car was the only thing that had a chance of holding me back. He would just have to understand, though. This was literally a matter of life or death for me. The plan was to take the car, take any and every hint we could scrape together about Hickey Cove’s location, and find Haley Jean. It was a delusional notion, that anything would be waiting for us at that sandbar. It was the only string of hope we could find hanging around, though, and we were gonna be damned if we didn’t at least try to snatch it.

Mr. Walker excused himself for bed at around 11PM, just after we all finished watching Cabin Fever. It was nearing 2AM now, a safe bet to assume that he was sound asleep, preparing for his next long day at work. According to the twins, he kept his spare keys in his private office, in the drawer just below where he kept his cigarettes. We were used to sneaking into the small space, considering our borderline addiction to smoking. As we tried our hand at stealthy walking down the steps of the old townhouse, I could hear the twins bickering about who was going to drive.

“I’m two minutes older, which means I always get dibs. Like, the universe predetermined the order. How can you argue with the universe?” I couldn’t see as we descended the dark staircase, but I could tell that Joanna was smirking. She always did when she thought she was right.

“Two minutes older and twice as dumb. Did you forget that I passed the learners permit test the first go ‘round? When did you pass yours? Oh, yeah, the second time.” I could almost feel Joanna’s newly found victory crumbling in her hands. Leave it to Jade to always come up with a better fact.

“If ya’ll wanna get technical, I’m two months older than the both of you, I’ve had more practice at driving, and I know how to do a three-point turn. I’m driving.” I could hear a conjoined defeated sigh escape the two of them — it was my turn to smirk now.

Mr. Walker’s office looked like a museum of odd things. The small trinkets on his shelves were different from the small collection in the living room. These were mundane, everyday items. A bell off of a bicycle, all rusted and barely functioning. An intricate hair clip, composed of fluttering metal butterflies with different colored wings. An eraser that claimed ‘Pine Ridge High Class of 1997’. They didn’t make any sense and I often wondered why in the hell he had them displayed in such a private place. My mind would always catalog the items as ‘sentimental’ to the man, even though that explanation never felt quite right. His old desk sat in the back corner of the room, an old computer hummed on top of it. Jade was quick to close the door behind us, not wanting to risk our voices carrying through the living room and to their father's room, which was located on the bottom floor. We all looked at each other, undoubtedly our hearts were beating at the same pace. We always talked about doing things like this. Taking something that wasn’t ours, sneaking out to do something reckless. Our teenage minds had been overflowing with possibilities for so long, but now that the time was here — we were stuck in our places.

We knew that once we opened that drawer and grabbed those keys, there was no turning back. That scared the absolute hell out of us.

It was Joanna who moved first, always the bold one to break the silence. It shouldn’t have surprised us, yet Jade and I looked at each other like we just saw a ghost. This was actually happening. We closed in around the wooden desk, it was covered in stacks of papers that had typewritten words cluttering them, sloppily bound by pieces of twine. Later, I would find this strange when reflecting on that night. Mr. Walker worked at a paper plant, he didn’t have any need for so many documents. My eyes trailed and stuck on Joanna’s fingers, delicately tracing the handle of the drawer. The moment was so dramatic, it felt like one of those scenes in scary movies, where you just knew the characters were going to be caught red-handed. A creak escaped the old drawer as she pulled it open, I was positive it was going to give us away. We stood there, basking in the silence, trying to catch any hint of Mr. Walker waking up and barging in. Our eyes trailed from the closed door back to the drawer once we thought the coast was clear. There they were: the ring that held a key with the Honda logo and a smaller key with a tiny label that said ‘unit 236’. I felt my heart beating, like a hummingbird’s wings. It wasn’t because of the keys, though. It was the sight of the lock of deep brown hair perfectly placed next to a stark white ribbon.

#category: literature #type: short story #genre: fiction #contributor: elton saint james

[dictionaryrainbowarchive]

Old College Ave

PART 1

Jennifer glared at the ceiling. Did that slut ever stop? It wasn’t just the sounds of the shaking bed, Jennifer could clearly make out the moans and the “fuck me”s that leaked through the thin floorboards. How was she supposed to get any studying done with all of that going on?

Leaving her glasses on her desk, the redhead co-ed headed out into the living room. Her brunette roommate was on the sofa, watching a stream of a biology lecture on her laptop. She looked up at Jennifer. “The ditz at it again?”

“Yeah. I’m so sick of it. It’s like living in a porno.”

Gwen laughed. “It could be worse, they could actually be listening to the cheesy music.”

“With that euro-beat garbage that they listen to, they might as well.”

Jennifer walked into the kitchen and came back with the broom. “Going to try the broom method first?” Gwen asked her.

“Yeah, then I’ll try calling.” Jennifer went back into her room and hit the ceiling with the end of the broomstick. BANG-BANG! Thud-Thud came the response of the bed as the bimbo and whatever guy she had up there fucked to the rhythm of Jennifer’s pounding. BANG-BANG! Thud-thud BANG-BANG! Thud-thud BANG-BANG! Thud-thud They’re mocking me!

Jennifer threw the broom down and picked up the phone. She dialed the number for the girls upstairs. It rang a couple of times and then someone picked it up.

“Hey, this is Sheri!”

“Sheri, it’s Jennifer from downstairs.”

“Hey, Jenny! You wanna come up and play?” Jennifer had long ago given up on trying to get the girls upstairs to call her by her name.

“No,” Jennifer responded. “I was wondering if you could get Cheri to screw a little bit quieter.”

“Tee-hee. Stop, I’m like on the phone. No. Oh yes! Oh god! That feels so good.” The phone clunked and clattered as it fell to the floor. Jennifer could hear the beginnings of Cheri’s and whoever she was with resume their humping.

Sighing, she hung up and dialed the super. He picked it up after a couple of rings. “Mr. Avery, this is Jennifer in room 101. Those bimbos in 201 are at it again. This has to stop. It’s unreasonable.”

“I’m sorry, Jennifer. It’s only 8 o’clock. It doesn’t become a nuisance until 11 and I’ve told you, legally, I can’t do anything until then.”

“It’s a nuisance now! I don’t care what time it is. You need to do something about it or Gwen and I are moving out. So, who’s it going to be, us, the studious girls that never cause any problems, or them, the retards that can’t even pay their rent on time?”

“I’ll be over at the place tomorrow and I’ll talk to Sheri and Cheri then. I promise you this is the last time you’ll have to make this call.”

The line went dead and Jennifer put the phone down. She couldn’t believe it. She’d never have to study through the sound of fucking ever again. Jennifer headed into the living room. her face was beaming.

“What’s up?” Gwen asked through the moans coming down from upstairs. Either Sheri had moved into her living room, or Cheri had started there.

“Mr. Avery’s going to kick those bimbos out!”

“Did he really say that?”

“Well, he didn’t say those words exactly, but I told him that we had decided it’s either us or them and he said he’d talk to them in the morning. I can only assume...”

Gwen closed her laptop and punched the air with a fist. “Yes! That’s the best news I’ve heard since we moved in here. Grab your stuff. Let’s head down to the coffee shop and celebrate. We might actually get some studying done there.”

* * *

The following week was the most peaceful Jennifer had had in her college career. It was everything she’d thought life would be like when she moved out of the dorms and into the furnished apartment. There were no late night parties to keep her up or disturb her when some of her friends came over. She only had to share a shower with Gwen. The place was only a short distance from the park, which was perfect for her morning runs and going outside to read or study when the weather was nice.

The park. That was actually where she’d met her upstairs neighbors for the first time. They’d come out to sunbathe in outifts that were several sizes too small and sent their breasts overflowing everywhere. If the bottoms hadn’t been T-backs, ass flesh would have squeezed out the sides as well, but as it was, they were pretty much just out in the open.

Still, Sheri and Cheri had seemed nice enough, if on the slow side. They’d made casual conversation with Jennifer and she had been surprised to find out that Sheri had been a chemistry major at the University. She’d transferred out of the chem department and was, at the time, failing out of mass communications. Cheri had dropped out long before. But things had gone rapidly downhill after that first conversation.

She was watching The Cove when Gwen came home. Tears were rolling down Jennifer’s cheek, even though it was her fifth time to watch the film.

“Why do you keep watching that? It’s just so sad. Whenever I see it, I can never tell if I’m getting sad or pissed,” Gwen told her.

Jennifer hugged her legs to her chest and continued watching. “It inspires me to want to change the world. It gives me drive.”

“I think you’ll change the world no matter what,” Gwen said and went into her room.

Jennifer watched the flickering images of dolphins being killed on the TV screen. I’m so empty. Jennifer paused the DVD and looked around. Gwen was in her room with the door closed and no one else was around. Jennifer shrugged and pushed the play button.

So alone!

Jennifer paused it again. “You say something?” she called out to Gwen.

Gwen came out of her room holding a bath towel and change of clothes. “Nope.”

She was either hearing things, or picking up dialogue from the movie she’d never noticed before. Jennifer put it out of her mind and started the movie again. Gwen headed into the bathroom.

The sound of the shower came through the bathroom door and it was followed by a high pitched scream from Gwen. Jennifer jumped off the couch and ran into the bathroom. The shower was still running and a damp, shivering Gwen was hugging her arms to her modest chest.

“What happened?”

“There’s no hot water,” Gwen explained through chattering teeth.

Jennifer reached her hand into the shower and sure enough, the water was ice cold. She turned the water off. As the water coming out from the shower head stopped, the sink exploded behind her.

Water sprayed out from around the knobs, cold water. Both of the girls screamed and went running out of the bathroom. They could hear the sound of water coming out of the kitchen. Peaking her head around the corner, Jennifer could see the kitchen sink was worse off than the bathroom. Water gushed out like a fountain, soaking everything.

“Oh my god! We’ve got to call Mr Avery.” Gwen ran into her room to get dressed and Jennifer ran to get the phone. She dialed Mr. Avery and told him what was happening.

Fifteen minutes later, Mr Avery was banging on the door and Jennifer let him in. He took a quick look in the kitchen then ran back out and down into the basement. “Gotta turn the water off!” he cried. Jennifer watched the fountain slowly slow to a drip then stop.

Mr Avery came back up and inspected the damage. “This is bad,” he said. “What happened?” He was panting slightly. Mr Avery wasn’t what anyone would call fat, but he wasn’t the most athletic looking person in the world. Maybe when he was younger he might have been, but now that he was somewhere in his 40’s, he had to use a chin-strap beard to help define his jaw-line.

Gwen was now dressed and had come out to look at the soaked kitchen with Jennifer and Mr Avery. “I don’t know,” she answered. “I got in to take a shower and turned on the hot water and just freezing cold water came out.”

“I went in to see what the matter was and turned off the shower, then everything just erupted,” Jennifer finished.

Mr Avery nodded. “When I was down in the basement, I found that a pipe leading from your hot water heater was busted, which explains the lack of hot water, but I have no idea what would cause this,” he said and gestured to the drenched kitchen.

“Can you fix it?” Gwen asked.

Mr Avery scratched his head. “Yeah, but it’s going to take several weeks to get everything fixed and to get all the damage here all cleaned up.”

Jennifer’s stomach dropped. “What does that mean? That we won’t have hot water or be able to use our kitchen for weeks?”

“Oh, no. 201.. the place above you.. is empty. I can just put you up there.”

“Will we have hot water?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah, each place here has its own water heater, so you’re fine.”

Jennifer frowned. She wasn’t excited about moving, or inhabiting that apartment after those bimbos. “There’s no way around it?”

“Not unless you want me trooping through here with the plumbers and don’t mind cold showers.”

Gwen shivered. “No, thank you. I don’t mind moving. You cleaned the place, right?”

“Um, yeah. Well, not personally. I hired out and haven’t actually seen the place since Cheri and Sheri moved out. There might be a few things of theirs left around up there. You can just throw out anything you don’t need, as long as it’s not the furniture or pots and pans and stuff like that.”

Jennifer stewed. “Come on, Jennifer. We can’t survive in this place. It’s not like we can catch any diseases from just living in the same place as them.”

“It’s not that, it’s just... I’ve finally gotten comfortable here and now I’ve got to move? This sucks.”

Mr Avery gave her shoulder a fatherly pat. “Just be happy there is another place for you to go.”

“I guess. Come on Gwen. Let’s go get our things packed up.”

The girls left the super to fiddle in the kitchen and went into their separate rooms. One nice thing about the place being furnished was that Jennifer didn’t have to pack up that much. She had all of her clothes in a suitcase and her books in various bags, all packed up and ready to go in under an hour.

Gwen took a bit longer and Jennifer was halfway through removing posters and packing their stuff from the living room by the time Gwen finished her bedroom. They decided that Gwen would pack up the bathroom and that Jennifer would gather the food supplies from the kitchen.

Mr Avery was under the sink messing with something or other when Jennifer came in. He popped his head out and smiled at Jennifer. “You girls almost ready to go up?”

“Yeah, Gwen’s doing the bathroom and as soon as I finish in here, we’ll be ready to go on up.”

Mr Avery disappeared under the sink again and Jennifer started to take things out of the cabinets. She stuffed them in old grocery bags that they had laying around. Since all the dishes and pots and pans came with the apartment, she didn’t have to pack them, she only had to bother with the food and cleaning supplies.

Gwen came in and surveyed the room. “You done, Jennifer?”

“Yeah, this is the last one.”

Mr Avery popped out from under the counter. “Let me help you girls.”

“That’s awfully nice of you.”

The three of them spent the next twenty minutes hauling the grocery bags and suitcases up the stairs. At last when they finished, they handed their old key over to Mr Avery and got the new one.

“If there’s anything you don’t want or need, just gather it up and give me a call. I’ll be over quite often trying to fix the damage downstairs so I can haul it away for you.” Mr Avery said. The girls wished him goodbye and closed the door.

Gwen set to unpacking all the food and utensils that they’d brought with them. Jennifer was pulling all the dishes out of the cupboards and loading them in the dishwasher. Even if they had been cleaned after the bimbos had moved out, she wanted to see them cleaned for herself.

She’d finished with the dishes and was starting on the pots. “Mr Avery really is a sweet guy. Not only did he chose us over Sheri and Cheri, but was so helpful tonight.”

Gwen laughed. “Yeah, maybe he’ll help us paint the walls, too.”

Gwen was referring to the bight pastel colors that their new place was done up in. All during the moving process, Gwen had complained about them and several times had asked Mr Avery to come by and paint them. He’d declined because he was going to be so busy with their old place, but told them they could do it themselves.

Initially, Jennifer had agreed with Gwen and was ready to go buy some white paint after classes the next day, but as she rinsed off the last of the pans, she decided she liked the warm yellow of the kitchen. Maybe the pale green of the living room could also stay.

Finished in the kitchen, the girls headed into the living room where all of their stuff collectively sat. Jennifer looked pleadingly at Gwen. “Come on, let me have the light blue room. I could stand that as even the permanent color.”

“I called dibs first. There’s no way I can stay in the hot pink monstrosity. You can suck it up for one night. We’ll paint it first tomorrow.”

Sighing, Jennifer picked up a box of books and headed into her room. She set the box down and stared at the queen sized bed. How many times had she heard people fucking on that? Would the springs still have any bounce left to them?

Going back into the living room, she picked up her other box of school supplies, set it on top of the first box, then went back for her suit case. She pulled it into her room and opened the walk in closet for the first time. She turned on the light and was stunned by what she saw. All of Sheri or Cheri’s clothes were still hanging from the rack.

Jennifer pulled down a dress and looked at it. It was a shiny silver material that had large looping front and back. The back would have been open all the way to the top of her rear and the front pretty much would have left her chest exposed. Who would wear something like that?

She carried the dress out of the closet and threw it in the garbage can. When she went back to the closet, the door was closed. She hadn’t closed it...had she? Jennifer tried to open it. It wouldn’t move. She pulled and yanked on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

Letting out a whimper, Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed. What was she going to do? All of her clothes were in her suitcase, which was stuck in the closet. She put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin in her palms. Well, Mr Avery would be back in the morning and she could get him to open it and take all the crap out with him.

Jennifer took a deep breath. What was that smell? She sniffed again. It was something she’d smelt before, but where? It was kind of musky. She inhaled deeply again. She was getting horny. Jennifer hadn’t touched herself in awhile, so she wasn’t entirely surprised when she reached down into her panties and found herself soaking.

Well, not much else to do. No harm in a little “me” time. Jennifer threw her shirt off and dropped her bra down with it, her pants and underwear soon followed. She laid back on the bed and rubbed her clit. That’s when she realized what the smell was, it was the smell of sex.

The smell of countless couplings and triplings and quadruplings had become a permanent fixture in the room. Jennifer got hotter. She was fucking herself at the place where all that pleasure occurred. What would it have been like to be Sheri or Cheri and have been relentlessly fucked on this bed?

What a nasty thought.

She needed to stop thinking like this.

She needed to get her clothes and get out of here.

She needed to stick her fingers in her cunt.

Jennifer couldn’t remember the last time she’d done more than play with her clit, but the desire to feel something inside her tore at her. She stuck two fingers in her slit and started sliding them in and out. She felt so hot, she was adding her own scent to the room.

As pleasing as her fingers were, Jennifer needed more. Something was filling her with desire. She was craving for something inside the bed stand. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew what it was. Opening the drawer, there was a large pink dildo. It was one of the rubber types with a flat base.

She pulled it out of the drawer and looked at it. Who had this been inside of? Was it clean? Her aching pussy was demanding attention though, and she had found a new toy. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. A moan escaped her lips as she slid the dildo inside of her. She was so dirty.

She used both hands to pump the dildo in and out of her. For the first time ever, she was vocal during her masturbation. She moaned and sighed as intense pleasure coursed through her body. Why hadn’t she done this before?

Her arms were getting tired, but she wasn’t finished yet. She looked over at the waste basket with the dress in it. She hopped off the bed, grabbed the basket, and turned it upside-down, scattering the contents on the floor. She put it on the bed and placed the flat base of the dildo on top of it. She stood on the bed and lowered herself down on her makeshift man. Holding the dildo in place with one hand, she bounced herself up and down on the plastic cock.

“Oh god! This feels so fucking good!” She could feel it, she could feel the orgasm coming. She let out a series of high pitched squeaks and then came. Her legs shook as it finally hit her. She came around the dildo and her juices flowed down onto the basket. She fell back onto the bed and passed out.

* * *

Jennifer woke up, yawned and stretched. Morning already. She hadn’t slept that well in ages. She hopped out of bed and looked at the mess her bedroom was in. The dildo and the trash can were on the floor, along with her discarded clothes and the sexy...no trashy dress she’d pulled out of the closet.

She wanted to throw it away. She needed to want to throw it away. She didn’t want to feel it slip down her torso, but her hands were moving on their own. Instead of dressing in her clothes, she put the hot dress on. The worst part was she was fairly certain that she looked good in it.

Looking in the full body mirror on the closet door, Jennifer drank herself in. She didn’t really have the breasts to pull it off. While on the small size, they seemed to fill out the dress out more than she thought they would. If they were just bigger, they would have created tantalizing cleavage that would have any club boy turning into putty. Maybe after finals, she and Gwen would go out to a club or something and she could wear it then. What was she thinking? She should be thinking about taking it off and getting ready for class.

One nice thing about the new place was that there were dressing mirrors in the bedrooms. On the first floor, Jennifer and Gwen took turns in the small bathroom. Now Jennifer could get ready in the privacy of her own room.

Like the closet, though, which ever of the bimbos that had lived in this room had left all of her makeup. It was like she hadn’t actually moved out, but just vanished one day. Jennifer picked up the trash can and held it up below the counter. She reached out to sweep all of the makeup and perfumes into the garbage.

She felt a desire welling up inside of her, not the desire to dump all the garbage, rather the need to put it on. The dress is one thing, I’m not putting this trash on. Jennifer puckered her lips and admired the pink gloss. It looked good. I guess there’s no harm in playing a little dress up.

After finishing putting on considerably more makeup than she ever had, Jennifer went to the closet and yanked open the door. Pushing her suitcase aside, she found a pair of black pumps with 2 inch heels, the smallest heeled shoes in the closet.

Jennifer slipped them on and was surprised to find that they were the right size. She walked around her room in them, trying to get use to the elevated heels. These go quite well with the dress.

Glancing over at the clock, Jennifer’s heart stopped. Was that really the time? Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! She’d slept through her 9:30, 12:15, and 2:30. The only class she was going to have a chance of making was her 4:00. Even then she had to leave immediately. Not having any time to change, Jennifer grabbed her keys and ran out the door dressed as she was.

Class that day was the worst class that she’d ever had. Everyone had stared at her as she walked in, most of the guys continued to stare throughout the class. It must have been the constant attention that she was getting, but she couldn’t concentrate. Nothing the teacher said made sense. Half way through class, Jennifer gave up and just started doodling in her notebook.

To say she was relieved to be back home was an understatement. She could finally get out of these stupid clothes and maybe she could try to figure out what the teacher had been talking about. Jennifer walked into her place and saw Gwen slouched on the couch with her computer on her lap and a hand down her pants. There was moaning coming from the computer.

Seeing Jennifer come through the door, Gwen pulled her hand out of her pants and hurriedly shut the lid to her laptop.

“Whatcha doin’, Gwen?” Jennifer asked with a knowing smile.

“Nothing... What do you mean what am I doing? What club did you just get back from?”

Jennifer grinned at her roommate. “You can’t give me shit for the way I’m dressed, it was an accident. Shoving your hand down your pants and masturbating isn’t. Whatcha watching?”

“I... I wasn’t masturbating. I was... I was watching a biology lecture about um, mating habits of chimps and I just had an itch.”

Jennifer plopped down on the couch next to Gwen. “Oh cool, so you wouldn’t mind if I watch, too. Would you?” She opened Gwen’s laptop. On the screen was a big breasted blond with fake tits. She had her legs up and some muscular guy was pounding into her. The video had stopped when Gwen closed the top, so they were frozen mid-stroke.

“Wow, I’ve never seen chimps that hot.” Jennifer pushed the play button and the thrusting recommenced.

“It’s not like I’m fucking myself with a dildo,” Gwen protested. “Riding it like some wild beast.”

Jennifer’s cheeks flushed red. “You saw?”

“Yeah. I heard you scream and I went to check on you...”

Jennifer was mortified. Her roommate, her best friend, had watched her rut herself like a slut possessed. Jennifer fled to her room. She jumped onto her bed and hid her head under her pillow. She wanted to cry. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to fuck herself again.

She watched you.

Jennifer pulled her head out from her pillow. “Who’s there?” she asked. No one responded.

She’ll watch you again.

Jennifer wanted to grab the dildo and put on a repeat performance of last night. No, she needed to. The dress was made for easy access and Jennifer slipped her hand under and started massaging her tits.

Just as quickly as the night before, Jennifer was soon naked and playing with herself. The difference was, this time she knew she had an audience and was putting on a show. She quickly set up her dildo and trash can and mounted it, facing the door.

She could see Gwen looking in at her and Jennifer made eye contact as she bounced up and down. Jennifer could see Gwen playing with herself as she watched. Jennifer bored her eyes into Gwen’s.

“Oh god, this fake dick feels so good in my cunt. Mmm,” Jennifer licked her lips. Gwen was staring back at Jennifer. “Open the door, you can get a better view.”

Gwen pushed the door open. She wasn’t naked like Jennifer. She had her fly open and her hand stuck down her pants. Jennifer moaned her approval.

“Take your pants off.” Gwen hesitated, then slipped her pants off and sat on the floor, her love hole in full view. “Do you like watching me fuck myself?”

“Yeah,” Gwen sighed.

“Don’t you wish you had a big fat cock pounding in and out of you like this?”

Gwen’s hand sped up. “Yes.”

Jennifer could feel her climax building up. “Come with me, Gwen.”

“Oh god, Jennifer. This is so dirty. I can’t hold back any more!”

The two girls moaned together and cried out at the same time. Gwen was laying in a sweaty heap on the floor. Jennifer collapsed on her bed, the fake dick still buried inside of her.

Gwen’s face twisted in horror. “What are we doing?” she said. Picking up her clothes, she ran to her room.

What are we doing? What was she doing? She’d lived in the bimbos’ apartment for less than two days and she was already acting like them. She was dressing like them, and she was fucking like them. Jennifer had to get out of there.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Jennifer picked up her phone and dialed Mr Avery. “I’m sorry to disturb you so late, Mr Avery.”

“It’s no problem, Jennifer. What is it now?”

“It’s...”

“Are you crying? Is everything OK?”

“I hate this place! It’s doing something to me. You’ve got to let us move back downstairs.”

Mr Avery’s voice on the other end caught. “I’m sorry. I’ve already rented the place out.”

“What! How... how...”

“Well, you girls moved upstairs and the damage wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it was.”

“Can’t we move back down?” Jennifer asked.

“They move in tomorrow.”

“Can’t you put them up here and Gwen and I move back down?”

He sighed. “Jennifer, you’re overreacting. Just stay put and you’ll get use to it. It’s just a room.”

“But...”

“It’s late. Don’t you have class tomorrow? Go to sleep and get yourself together.”

The line went dead. Jennifer threw her phone and cried herself to sleep.

After Mr Avery hung up, he looked at the phone in his hand. It was happening again. Sheryl had gone on about weird feelings about the place, too. Then she and her roommate had gone and changed themselves and stopped complaining about it. That’s when Jennifer had started her nagging calls about Sheryl and Cerise. He’d never been good with women. He just didn’t understand them.

PART 2

The next morning, her suitcase was gone. The only clothes she had to wear were the leftovers from the bimbos. The few bras that were in the drawer were all 32Gs, way too big for her. Jennifer threw on a white low cut tank top and a skirt with a thong on underneath. Her nipples were visible through the top. She slipped into some heels and walked over to Gwen’s room. The door was shut and locked. Jennifer knocked.

“Go away.”

“Come on, Gwen. We’ve got to talk about it.”

“I totally don’t want to talk about it. Can’t you like be a friend and like, just go away?”

“Open the door, Gwen.”

There was the sound of footsteps and then the click of the lock. Jennifer opened the door.

Her friend stood naked in the middle of the room. Her long blond hair flowing down her back. But she didn’t have long blond hair. She was a brunette. Not only that, looking down at Gwen’s crotch, she was bald. Last night, there’d been hair, this morning, she was completely shaved.

“Gwen, what did you do to yourself?”

“What-ever. Like you’re one to talk, Ms-Dressed-Like-A-Whore.”

Jennifer put her hand on her hips. “I’m only dressed like this because someone took my clothes.”

“Like what are you looking at me for? As if I’d want your dumpy old clothes.”

“Take that back! They weren’t dumpy.”

Gwen sneered at Jennifer. “Seriously, you’ve like gone from nun to ho over night.”

Jennifer never really felt T-shirts and jeans were nunnish, but she couldn’t argue with the ho comment... “What’s happening to us, Gwen?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“Well, you look like some sort of blond bimbo.”

“Oh, I found some pero...pero... dye in the bathroom and like thought it would look totally cool. My cunny hair didn’t match so I like shaved it off.”

“But why?”

“I dunno. Thought it’d be fun.” Gwen ran a hand through her hair then started playing with one of the tendrils. “Besides dressing like a total slut, like what’s happened to you?”

“To me? Do you think I normally fuck myself wild while you watch?”

Gwen twirled her hair. She scrunched her face like she was deep in thought. “You’ve done it like twice now, so yeah. I guess you, like, do.”

“No. I don’t!”

“Look at you. You’re like all skanky. Yeah, you do.”

“I’m not a skank!”

Gwen grinned. “If it dresses like a skank,” Gwen sniffed twice, “and smells like a skank and fucks like a skank. Then it’s a skank!”

“I’m not a skank!”

“Skank! Skank! Skank! Skank!” Gwen continued to yell at Jennifer as she ran out of the apartment.

Jennifer got in her car and slammed the door shut. “Stupid bimbo,” she muttered. Jennifer needed a place of quiet to straighten her mind. She started her car and headed to the campus library.

Pulling into a parking space, Jennifer grabbed her backpack out of the back. She ignored all the stares she got as she tottered into the library. Looking for further privacy, she went up into the book stacks and hid herself at a little study desk that was tucked away in all the rows of books. She pulled out a notebook and flipped it open. She stared at the notes that were in there. Notes? Gibberish. She couldn’t even make out what subject it was. Math? Chemistry?

Putting it out of her mind, she flipped to a blank page. That’s what she needed to do with her life. Turn it over to a new page. That’s what was wrong with her. All the stress was getting to her. Everything would go back to being normal if she just cleared her mind. She started to write her name. THUD

Jennifer jerked her head up. A geeky looking boy was bending over to pick up the book he’d dropped. He grinned sheepishly at her and put the book on the shelf. He took another book off the cart next to him and scanned the books. Finding the right place, he put it back.

The boy pushed the cart a little further down the isle and put yet another book back on the self. Jennifer could see him dart glances at her while he worked. A new page, huh? Jennifer smiled.

She leaned back in her chair and put her hands over her head. She stretched, pushing her meager chest out. While she didn’t have much in the tit department, the movement made her nipples stand out even more through the thin tank top. It had the desired effect as the boy dropped another book. Jennifer laughed and went back to her notebook.

She looked at what she had written. It was just the beginning of her name “Jenn”. That looks cool. Jennifer started drew hearts around it. New page, new name. I’m no longer Jennifer. I’m Jenn.

As she doodled flowers and hearts, Jenn’s pictures started to get more explicit. First, circles became tits and cocks, then she started drawing them together with the cocks spraying cum all over the tits. She expanded it even further and was soon drawing big titted girls being fucked in various positions.

I never knew I was such a good drawer. Jenn admired her artwork. The pictures were making her horny. Maybe I should go home and play with my friend.She picked up her house key and started rubbing it.

Erotic current coursed through Jenn’s body. She squeezed her legs together and doubled over the desk. She wasn’t going to be able to make it home. She needed something in her cunt and her fingers weren’t going to do it.

The boy. Jenn stood up and went looking for him. She found him a few stacks over. He glanced at her, then did a bad job of pretending to look at the book in his hands. Somewhere in her mind, she was having doubts about what she was about to do, but the heat coming from her pussy and the key in her pocket pushed them out.

Jenn walked up to the librarian. “Excuse me?”

The boy looked at her and gulped. “Yeah?” his voice creaked. “Yeah?” he said again in a normal tone.

“I’m umm, looking for something and I can’t find it?”

“What is it?”

“It’s supposed to be over there,” Jenn pointed to an even more secluded part of the book stacks. “I’ve looked and looked but it’s not there. I thought maybe I was looking in the wrong area so I came to ask you.”

“Well, do you have the call number?”

“No, I only know the title.”

“Oh, well, what is it? We can go look it up.”

“It’s umm, I forgot. I’ve got it in my notebook, though.”

The boy beamed. “Why don’t you go get it and I’ll go look the call number up for you.”

Jenn frowned. “I don’t think we need the call number, why don’t you just go over there and help me find it?”

“Well, if we know the call number, we can easily find it on the shelf or I can go look up if it’s been checked out.”

“But we’re already up here, we can just go look without the call number.”

The geeky boy smiled. “But if we knew the call number...”

“Fuck the call number. God! And you geeks wonder why you never get laid. Hello? I’m coming on to you.”

The boy just blinked at her. She sighed and undid his pants. She grabbed his member and paused. Was she really doing this? Was she really about to fuck some random guy in public? She felt warmth spread throughout her body. Was it from her room key or her pussy? She wasn’t sure. She only knew was that she was going to fuck this guy.

Put him in her mouth and suck him. Jenn’s lips were inches away from him. She stopped herself at the last second. She stood up and slid her hands up his body. She pulled her shirt over her head and bared her bra-less breasts to him. He leaned in and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Jenn cooed.

She let him maul her chest for awhile then pushed him away. “We don’t have much time, someone might come before we do,” she said.

Jenn worked her hand up her skirt and pulled her thong down. She dropped it on the floor next to her shirt. She turned around, grabbed the bookshelf, and spread her legs. She turned her head towards him and smiled.

The boy stepped up and split her wet lips with his cock, Jenn’s short skirt offered no resistance. He pounded into her from behind, Jenn’s small chest pressed against the books. His thrusts smashed her harder and harder into the shelf. The books inched forward bit by bit until the books on the opposite side clattered to the floor. Jenn let out small whimpers, trying to hold back from yelling and screaming her pleasure.

The boy gave one last violent thrust and came inside of her. Unable to contain herself, Jenn cried out. As secluded as they two were, there was no way that someone didn’t hear her. Jenn grabbed her shirt and threw it on. As she ran away, she could hear footsteps coming. She grabbed her notebook and headed down the stairs. Halfway down, she realized she’d forgotten her thong. She laughed. Let that loser try to explain to security what he was doing with pants around his ankles while holding a lime green thong.

So as to not draw suspicion to herself, Jenn casually walked out of the library, then ran to her car. She got in the driver seat and closed the door. She didn’t start the car. Jenn just sat there thinking about what she’d done.

She didn’t know the boy, she didn’t even get his name, but she’d fucked him. His cum was inside of her, well, most of it. Some of it was leaking back out, staining her seat. How could she ever face Gwen again? Gwen was right, she was a skank. The worse thing was, Jenn had enjoyed it and knew even now, she’d happily do it again. Starting the car, Jenn thought maybe it wasn’t time for a “new page”. Maybe she should redouble her efforts to be Jennifer again.

It was a long contemplative drive back to the apartment that left Jenn mentally drained. She had a feeling that if she really was still Jennifer that she wouldn’t have been as exhausted by it. All she knew was that she was tired and wanted to lay down.

All thoughts of sleep and rest vanished from Jenn’s mind when she walked through the door. The day before, where Gwen had been secretive about what she was doing, today there was no mistaking it.

Jenn’s roommate laid naked on the sofa with her legs spread apart and feet resting on the coffee table. Gwen was working Jenn’s dildo in and out of her cunt while she mauled one of her tits. Her computer sat on the coffee table.

She had aimed it at her self so that her masturbation session was being captured by the web-cam. Next to her image on the screen, an occasional message would pop up like “Yeah, work it, baby!” or “pound yourself harder you slut”.

Gwen looked over at Jenn. “Wanna join?” she asked.

Jenn said nothing and scurried past. She went into her room and locked the door. Leaning against it, Jenn surveyed her pink room. It was definitely this place. It was changing her and Gwen. Gwen hadn’t left since they’d moved in and she had progressed farther than Jenn had, but she knew it wasn’t too late. She could save them. She had to destroy everything.

Rushing forward, Jenn started with the dresser drawers. She ripped them out and flung the contents across the room. After emptying the last one, she lifted it over her head and threw it against the closet door. It banged against it, leaving a slight dent.

Bras, panties, tube tops, tank tops, and skirts littered the room. Jenn sank down in them and picked up a thong. She pulled on it with all of her might, but failed to tear it. She threw it; the light undergarment went fluttering a few inches forward and landed on the bed.

Jenn breathed raggedly for a moment then pulled her tank top off. She pulled on it, trying to rip it in half, but just managed to pull it out of shape. She threw it after the thong then stood up. She slipped out of her skirt and heels and threw them after the top. She plopped back down into the clothes on the floor.

She seethed. Inches away was a black bra with white lacy frills arching across the cups. She picked it up and looked at it. She grasped it by the cup and took hold of the lace as if to rip it off. She stopped. Strength returned to her arm and she was ready to pull. She stopped again.

She took her hand off the lace and then held it in both hands. It was huge. It had to have been special order, no stores carried things that large. If she were to put it on, there’d be a good half a foot between her meager chest and the cup. If she were to put it on...

Jenn’s hands slipped in through the straps and pushed the bra up to her torso. Reaching around they clipped the bra on. She was right, there was a good six inches... five inches... four inches?! This can’t be happening, my tits... they’re getting bigger!

Her breasts didn’t stop when they filled the bra, they kept going until they slightly overflowed it, as if she’d put on a bra a size too small. No! No! No! This can’t be happening! Jenn made her way over to the large vanity mirror, her chest jiggling with each step.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face looked the same, but her giant bust was now her most dominant feature. With monsters like these, there’s no way I can go back to being Jennifer. Maybe it was the bra. Maybe it was causing her to hallucinate.

Jenn closed her eyes and reached behind her. She unclasped the bra and then cupped the front of it in her hands. Her tits felt so real. Her tits felt so good. Jenn could feel a familiar wetness start to build between her legs.

Slowly, she extended her arms forward, taking the bra off her body. She let it fall to the floor and dropped her arms to her sides. Please! Jenn opened her eyes and came where she stood. Her new tits jutted of her chest. She was fucking hot.

If only she’d had this awesome rack when she’d fucked that boy in the library. There’s no way he would have lasted more than a minute. After she’d fucked him, whoever came running towards her screams would have gone down just as easily.

Jenn reached up and pulled on one of her nipples. It sent a pleasurable shudder down her spine. She looked at the mounds of flesh cradled in her hands. A frown. She wasn’t wearing any nail polish.

Sitting down in front of the mirror, Jenn searched through the cosmetics and nail polish on the counter until she found a deep crimson red color. She untwisted the cap and started painting. Jenn spent the next hour putting on makeup and styling her hair.

Searching through the discarded clothes on the floor, she found a gold corset with a black fleur de lis pattern. She slipped it over her head and laced it up. The black satin trimming went up around her shoulders and cut down across her chest, coming right over her nipples. The tightness squeezed her large tits together to create massive cleavage. The frilly bottom of the top stopped just above her belly button.

She completed it with a short black denim skirt that stopped just above her ass. She held the skirt on with a black belt that had a double row of silver bulleted holes that ran the length of it. Finally, she put on a pair of knee-high boots that had a modest 4 inch heel.

Checking out her made up look in the mirror, Jennifer’s mouth dropped open. She was dressed like a slut. She needed to get out of these clothes. It was too late. She could feel her panty-less pussy getting wet. Jennifer was lost forever. Jenn snapped her mouth shut. God, she was a slut. She needed to get out of these clothes and on to a cock.

Gwen knocked on Jenn’s door. “You, like, okay in there?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure, cause like you sure were loud and I haven’t heard from you in forever, so I was kinda worried.”

Jenn walked over to the door and opened it up. When she pulled it open, she stepped back behind it so it hid her from Gwen.

Gwen stepped into Jenn’s room. “Oh my god! What the fuck happened in here?” Jenn came out from behind the door. “Oh my god! What the fuck happened to your tits!”

“Aren’t they just perfect?”

“I’m so fucking jealous, Jennifer.”

“Call me ‘Jenn’. Jennifer is so icky.”

Gwen smiled. “’Jenn’s so totally so much better a name for a skank like you.”

Jenn giggled at Gwen’s joke. “Ain’t it though?”

“But seriously, like how did you get such awesome tits like that? Didn’t I used to be bigger?”

Jenn shrugged her shoulders, which caused a nipple to pop out. She fixed her tit. “I put on one of the bras in my room and they just grew.”

“No fucking way!” Gwen reached down and picked up one of Jenn’s bras. She put it on and waited. Nothing happened. “That’s like not funny. Just cause I’m kinda dumb doesn’t mean you can be all mean and shit to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Then how come my tits are still tiny?”

“I don’t know, maybe cause it’s my bra?”

Gwen tore the bra off her chest and ran to her room. Jenn followed. She got to Gwen’s room in time to see Gwen finish clipping on a shelf bra. As if someone had attached an air pump to Gwen’s nipples, her breasts started ballooning out. When they stopped, their fakeness made the bra more decorative than functional.

Gwen squealed and clapped her hands. “This is so cool! I’ve got like big fake titties!” She took her bra off. Where Jenn’s new chest was all natural, Gwen’s was now adorned with two giant silicon orbs.

“Damn, you look so hot, Gwen.”

“Thanks, Jenn!”

Jenn’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Gwen, we should totally go out and celebrate our new tits. I’m sure they’ll get lots of guys to fuck us.”

“God, Jenn, you’re so smart! Let’s totally go!”

A giddy feeling flowed through Jenn as she went back into the living room to wait. She saw that Gwen still had the video site up. Jenn had an evil grin. She picked up the computer and started to type. “Going clubbing with skanky roommate. First person to tell us ‘Old College Ave’ gets a blowjob in the bathroom!” The chat went crazy with guys begging to know what club they were going to be at. Jenn just responded “in the downtown area” and left it at that.

Gwen came back out of her room. She was wearing a backless silver top that tied around her neck and waist. The front came swooping down to reveal ample tits flesh and their inorganic makeup. She completed the outfit with large pink hoop earrings, sky blue mini-skirt, and 5 inch bright orange stilettos.

“Damn, you look good, Gwen.” Jenn told her.

“Thanks!”

“Oh! I just remembered, Mr Avery told me that some new girls moved in downstairs. Wanna go see if they want to come?”

“Totally! The more the merrier!”

The two girls clacked down the stairs in their heels and banged on the door. It took a few seconds before it opened, revealing a young pale redhead. Beyond her, an African-American girl was just visible, sitting on the couch.

“Hi! You’re a redhead like Jenn!” Gwen beamed.

The redhead’s mouth tightened. “Hello. That’s very observant of you.”

Jenn edged her way in front of Gwen. “We’re the girls upstairs and we thought we’d pop by and introduce ourselves. I’m Jenn.”

“And I’m Gwen!”

“Nice to meet you,” their new neighbor monotoned.

Jenn didn’t flinch that the girl didn’t offer her name. “Me and Gwen are just about to head out to a club and were wondering if you guys wanted to go.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

Gwen got a puzzled look on her face. “So?” She asked from behind Jenn.

The girl rolled her eyes.“It’s late, tomorrow there’s school, you know?”

Gwen burst out in to laughter. “School?! People still go to that place?”

Jenn smiled at the girl. “Well, maybe some other time then.”

Amanda closed the door on her two slutty neighbors. She heard the nicer-seeming redhead, ‘Jenn’, say “What a dork.”

Amanda scoffed. “What a skank.” She turned back into the living room. Her roommate and best friend, Candice, was still sitting on the couch, pouring over her Bio lab notes.

Once again, Amanda couldn’t believed their luck. This complex always had a huge wait list and openings usually didn’t pop up until the end of the school year. In a flurry of two days, they’d packed and moved all their stuff out of their cruddy dorm and into this dream apartment. The landlord, Mr Avery, was even sweet enough to help them move.

“Why didn’t you come to meet our neighbors?” Amanda smirked.

“Girl, I saw all I needed to see from right here.”

Amanda joined Candice on the couch. “I guess this is why Mr Avery told us to call him if we had any noise complaints.”

“Eww, I don’t want to think about what sort of noise we’d hear from them.”

“Ha! Yeah. Well hopefully they’ll default on rent and we can get some decent neighbors in upstairs, huh?”

“Mmmhmm. Now, let’s hurry up and finish this lab write-up.” Candice corralled an escaped hair back into her bun. “I’ve got a 8:15 philosophy test tomorrow...”

* * *

It was around 3AM when the call came. Mr Avery whipped his bleary eyes and answered the phone. “What is it, Jennifer?” he asked the only person who:d call him at such an hour.

“It’s Amanda from 101.”

“Oh, Amanda, sorry. What’s the trouble?”

“It’s those bimbos upstairs. They’ve been going on for over an hour and Candice and I have tests tomorrow.”

“What bimbos upstairs?”

“You know, ‘Jenn’ and ‘Gwen’.”

Mr Avery sat up in his bed. “I’m sure you’re mistaken. It’s not coming from there.”

“No, we could hear them coming home with who knows how many boys and the sounds of sex are deafening.”

Getting out of bed and throwing a pair of paints on, Mr Avery sighed. “I’ll take care of it.” He hung up and grabbed his keys. What was going on? It was almost the same thing again.

Fifteen minutes later, Mr Avery was banging on the door of 201. There was a sign on it that said, “Old College Ave”. It took a while, but eventually a characture of the girl Mr Avery formerly knew as Jennifer opened the door, her massive tits bare to the world. She was wearing a harness for a fake cock.

“Jennifer?”

“Mr Avery!” the girl squealed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. There was a naked man asleep on the couch, Gwen was on the floor rubbing her pussy. It took a second for Mr Avery to recognize the blond.

“Jenn! Hurry up! I need your plastic cock!”

“Gwen, Mr Avery is here.”

“Jennifer, Gwen, what’s going on?”

“Call me Jenn, Mr Avery.”

Gwen got up off the floor and walked over to Mr Avery. She smashed her silicon tits into him. “Did you see the door?”

“Old College Ave?” he asked.

“Blow job!” The girls screamed in unison. They attacked his pants and pulled his raging member out. The girls took turns sucking and licking him, each as skilled as the other. It wasn’t long before he blasted a load on Gwen’s face. Jenn leaned over and licked her roommate clean while Gwen worked on bringing Mr Avery back to full force.

The sun was coming up and Mr Avery was buried waist deep in Jenn’s ass. Gwen was passed out next to them on the bed. All of the guys they’d brought home from the club had snuck out at various times and only the super and sluts were left.

Enjoying yourself?

Mr Avery looked around. No one was there.

When every you get bored with them, kick them out and send Mandi and Candi up to me.

“Who are you?” Mr Avery asked.

“I’m your fucking slut!” Jenn cried out.

And I’m the best apartment you’ll ever rent out.

#Dictionary Rainbow #Old College Ave