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saekkas · 10 months

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

summary: michael kaiser is a coward who needs a little incentive to finally confess his feelings towards you.

tags: f!reader, roommates to lovers, fluff, falling in love, kissing (more like, making out), jealousy, mutual pinning, possessive kaiser.

wc: 1.7k

notes: i do not know what possessed me into writing this, but man, it needs to do it again.

something you've realized early on in your friendship with kaiser is that he's a coward.

he hates spiders, makes you throw the trash out at night, and screams whenever something falls out of its place because he thinks the apartment is haunted.

in the year that you've spent as his roommate, you've come to terms with it. he's nice, cleans his dishes, and helps with the laundry. he keeps the noise down to a minimum and cooks you breakfast when he isn't preoccupied with practice.

another perk of living with him is the fact that he buys you things, expensive things. perfume. flowers. the dress you were eyeing online. your favorite snacks. a limited edition plushy you've been wanting since forever.

anything.

you realized early on that michael kaiser is rude to other people, scoffing and smirking as if he's above everyone else. he mutters comments about them under his breath, thinking you can't hear. he bosses people around, looking at them like they're ants. a waste of his time.

he isn't like that with you.

for one, he's sweet. if the gift giving isn't enough, he goes out of his way to seek you out after his matches. he asks for massages, for small pecks and fleeting touches. he video calls you when he's away, never forgetting to wish you a good morning and sweet dreams through voice notes. all with a grin on his lips.

you aren't blind. you know those are his ways of expressing affection. you just wish he'd finally man up and admit his feelings.

"so, how was the date?"

kaiser's sitting on the couch of your living room, remote control in hand as he stares at the tv, some random soccer match showing across the screen. his hair is wet, and he's got his glasses on. his posture is relaxed, seemingly nonchalant as he asks the question.

you know him enough to see him gritting his teeth even through his bored expression.

"good evening to you too," you laugh, airy as you take off your heels. putting them next to the door, you drop your keys in the sage bowl, letting them clink against his. "have dinner yet?"

leaning against the door, you can see the fine lines of his shoulder tense. the kaiser you're used to is a show pony, the person sitting on your couch isn't. he almost looks like a stranger with his neutral expression and bored eyes. such a difference to the guy who usually comes running whenever you walk through the entrance.

"i ordered takeout." he motions to the plates littered around him, pointing at the fridge. "i saved you some of your favorites."

internally, you flutter. happy to know that the kaiser you know, and love, isn't completely gone.

"thank you, that's very sweet of you."

he's adamant on keeping his eyes off you and on the screen, his shoulders becoming even more tense as you open your arms wide.

"no hug for today?" there's a hopeful smile on your lips as you say the words. happy to finally have everything the way they should be.

only to be shut down with a single side eye from him.

"what?" he asks lowly, almost conceding in his words. almost like your presence bothers him, like all those other people do. like you aren't special to him anymore. "did your date dump you? and now you're looking to me for comfort?"

the words are icy, and he gives no room for rebuttals. not when he looks at you with a quirked eyebrow and a cocky smirk.

it's the first time he's used his persona on you. one he uses to hide away from the world. you decide that you hate it.

"no. actually, he was sweet," you bite back, glaring when you decide that enough is enough. "asked to hold my hand and carry me on his back."

you watch as his face darkens, his eyes clouding over until you can't recognize the pretty blue color they usually spark in. you're riling him up, making him angry. and it's working.

"why? jealous?"

it's the question you've been dying to ask for months now. he flirts like you're more than friends, buys you gifts like you're something special to him, shuts down every time you go on a date with someone that isn't him.

but when it comes down to it, you not his to have. not when he's too much of a coward to do anything about it.

"and if i am?" his words surprise you. it's the first time he's come close to revealing his true feelings in months. they're said with an underlying tone of anger, jealousy, and possessiveness. like you're already his and no one else's. "what's it to you?"

"oh, you know, just happy you're finally being a man and talking about your feelings."

you shouldn't have said that. with the way his eyes are practically glaring, you don't know what else to say. you look up when he stands, practically looming as he stalks to you.

"you're so-"

his words are interrupted by his cursing. he glares down at you, pushing his hand next to your head, pining you against the door. you gulp, watching as he practically shakes in anger.

"du machst mich wahnsinnig, liebling. ich glaube nicht, dass ich mich zurückhalten kann, wenn du weiterhin so eine göre bist."

translation: you're driving me mad, darling. i don't think i can hold back if you continue to be such a brat.

"he even asked to kiss me too," you say, your voice trembling under his dark gaze. your sweet and funny roommate is gone, replaced by the man you see in front of you. your heart is pounding against your chest, in both fear and excitement for what he'll do when you finally push him off the edge. "he-"

kaiser surges down, cutting your sentence off with a kiss.

your eyes widen when your head hits the door from his force. a shiver running down your spine when he lifts a hand, placing it on the back of your head, gently caressing the area. closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around his shoulder, kissing him back with just as much fervor.

he relaxes at that, pulling back slightly only to swoop back in, keeping you in his arms for as long as he wants. by the time he finally breaks the kiss, you're both leaning against each other.

you've never seen his eyes as happy as they are now.

"ich bin mir sicher, dass ich besser küsse als er," he says, smug as he takes in the way you're panting. he chuckles, placing his hands on the side of your neck to pull you into another kiss. "richtig, liebling?"

translation: i'm sure i kiss better than he does. right, darling?

"i don't know what you're saying but yes. okay. sure." you nod, head still hazy as his hands start to stroke your cheek. "if it's something bad, then no."

he chuckles, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips. he keeps you rooted in your spot, his eyes darting back between your eyes and your lips. "you're mine now, yeah? no one else gets to kiss you the way i did."

"about time," you say with a roll of your eyes when your breathing finally settles. you play with the hair around his shoulder, slightly tugging at the strands. "it went awful, by the way. he made me walk 3 kilometers because his car broke down."

his hands stop, freezing as he looks at you incredulously. "but you said-"

"i lied," you say with a cheeky grin. you lift yourself onto your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek as an apology. "just wanted to see how you'd react."

you giggle when he groans, letting him settle in the crook of your neck. "you little minx. next time, call me. i'll pick you up and drop you off."

there's the kaiser you know and love.

"mihya." the nickname is odd on your lips, new and completely unrefined. you watch as he perks up, his eyes practically shining as he looks down at you. guess you'll just have to use the nickname on him more often from now on. "you're a terrible driver. you'd be picking me up at the mall and dropping us off at the gates of heaven."

"well, at least that means an angel will finally return home."

you smack his shoulder for that.

bonus:

you're walking down the stairs of your university a few weeks later, laughing at something your friend said when the sound of squealing fills your ears.

a sleek black lamborghini sits right in front of you.

you blink, taking in the over-the-top showcase before your eyes land on the figure right beside it. you snort as kaiser winks at you from his spot, still taking his time to soak up the limelight.

"did you have to come all the way here to be a showoff?" you greet him with a kiss to his cheek that kaiser visibly grins at.

ever since getting together, he's been hogging you all to himself. he insists on driving you to and from wherever you need because your time together is worth everything to him. "you are so petty. making sure no one even thinks of asking me out on another date?"

"you like it." the way he says it is breathless, like it's a secret he's been keeping to himself for a long time. "you like me."

who knew michael kaiser turned out to be such a corny romantic?

you snort, tugging him into the car before he makes any more of a scene. "i do."

he grins at that, revving the engine as loud as he can, smirking when a group of freshmen cheer and wave to him from behind the car.

"good." he takes your hand, placing a kiss on the knuckles. he holds it as he backs out of the university and into the open street. "be prepared because i'm about to spoil you even more."

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cod-sins · 9 months

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could you write cod hcs for a female reader who's 5"9 and a bit chubby? thank you <33333

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs

.ೃ࿐ Paring: König. Ghost.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Female. Chubby.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. A bit too fluffy on Simon's part.

[A/N: FIRST FEMALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOOO! Also I'm 6'0-6'1 so to me anything under that is short LOL.]

KÖNIG

Oh my god he's so in love with you.

König may be a 6'10 killing machine who wouldn't hesitate to end a person's life but he's absolute putty in your hands. He treats you like goddess always spoiling you with whatever items you want.

He isn't all that into PDA, he'll hold your hand or maybe put an arm around you if he's feeling particularly antsy/jealous but at home he's a completely different person.

He loves to lay in bed with you, on his side while you just talk about your day. His eyelids would be low and there would be a soft smile on his face while you were talking. If you asked him if he was paying attention he would repeat back every single word you said—not missing a beat.

Thinks your chubbyness is cute. Thinks your whole body is cute to be honest.

König can sometimes get really cheesy and mushy over you but he refrains from taking action because he's scared he'll come off as overbearing.

He loves to softly tease you. Thanks to the hot weather he'll walk around the house shirtless flaunting his body and calling you out whenever you stare.

"And that's how Horangi and I were able to defeat an entire squadron without taking a single hit!" He says proudly while looking at you for a reaction. You however were to busy staring at his abs to notice.

"Maus." "Huh?" "My eyes are up here." He says with a dumb smirk on his face. He watches as you as shift positions—to flustered to look at him.

König closes the jar lids way too tight, he doesn't do it to be annoying he's just adamant on keeping his food fresh and preserved. It wouldn't be a problem until he's deployed and you can't open a jar of jelly to make a sandwich.

He also does this with things in the pantry/cabinet. König is still not use to living with a person who's shorter than him so you'll have to remind him to not put things on the tallest shelf.

He loves to pick you up and twirl you around.

GHOST

Ghost loves to loom over you. Even if you're doing mundane tasks such as washing the dishes or folding laundry, he'll lean on the wall or just stand right behind you watching. He notices every little detail in what you do.

He thinks the height difference between you two is cute. He loves when you wear his clothes because they're always too big and they manage to swallow you whole. He never comments on it he'll just stare at you admiring you.

His favorite dates with you are quiet ones. Like picnic dates on a sunny afternoon away from other people or driving to a diner that he really likes [they have those in the UK right?].

If you guys are watching TV together he'll nitpick everything the characters do. "He didn't even turn the safety off." "His gun still had bullets left why did he toss it away?" "If they were on the field they would be dead." Remind him that it's fake and he'll temporarily shut up.

One of his favorite memories of you was on a short weekend. It was right before he was deployed and he spent it with you, laying in bed, drinking and eating a bunch of takeout that you two ordered. You spent that night just holding him and playing with his hair, softly rocking back and forth while he had his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat.

Ghost fondly remembers every word you said to him even if you don't he still thinks about it when he's on the field or when it's early in the morning and you're still asleep.

Ghost loves the way his body engulfs you whenever you hug him. Sometimes he'll squeeze you just a little bit too tight to make sure you're real and not some beautiful illusion his mind made up.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 4 months

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Where's Your Clothes?

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 5.4k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, cock riding, missionary, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Getting out of my shower, I turn to the towel bar and frown

Fucking hell

I forgot to put new towels before my shower

That is if I even have any more

I've slacked on my laundry

It's just that it's so goddamn hot outside and I'd rather stay inside in my air condition apartment than go out

And that means pj's all day

I'm so thankful I chose being a teacher

Paid summers off and I get to slack off in my AC home, napping, TV show binging, reading, YouTube binging and whatever else I feel like doing

But being in PJs means laundry isn't getting full with clothes, the towels pile up and I forget all about it

I don't want to leave the bathroom because I'm soaking wet and the AC is gonna make me freeze

I have it on in my bedroom and my living room

My best friend San is coming over today to hang today and we switch between hanging in my room and the living room

And he will complain if he has to wait for either to get cool

I check the time on my phone, groaning

He's coming in like ten minutes

I have to brave the cold to get dressed before he comes

Opening the bathroom door, I sprint to the linen closet, the cool air from the living room making me shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin

When I look in the closet I sigh

No towels

Great

How am I supposed to dry my damn hair?

Fuck

Whatever

Scrolling on my phone, I walk to my bedroom, opening the door as I walk in

I close the door, look up and shriek, jumping back

"Where the fuck are your clothes?", San gapes from my bed at the same time I land on my foot wrong, fall backwards, my back and head hitting the door as I land on my ass

All while naked

Fucking perfect

"Shit, Jo are you ok?", San asks, running over to me

"When the fuck did you get here?", I ask, rubbing the back of my head, as his arms move around me, helping me up

"Like fifteen minutes ago", he says, "I used my key when you wouldn't answer the bell and I heard the shower running. I just didn't think you'd walk around with no clothes on"

Right

I'm naked

With his arms around me, holding me

I see in his eyes when he realizes the same thing, his arms moving away, his gaze looking down

"Fuck", he says as he gets an eye full of my boobs, then averts his gaze to the ceiling

I stand frozen not sure of what to do

His gaze flits back to my boobs, slowly moving down more, biting his bottom lip hard

My brain is screaming to move, put fucking clothes on but I can't make my body move

I don't know what spot his eyes are looking at, I just know he's looking at my skin intensely

Almost as if he's in a trance, his hand moves, his cool fingers running softly down my tattoo that runs from my ribs to my hip

My skin shivers where he touches and I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little turned on

His gaze moves to my sternum tattoo, his fingers following, tracing the lines slowly in barely there touches

I notice his breathing changes, becoming more labored with every piece of skin he touches

His other hand moves to my hip, trailing behind me and gently up my back, feeling good

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

I should tell him to stop, move away from him but I can't

More than can't, I don't fucking want to

I want his hands on me, touching me

It's something I've longed for awhile

So I let him touch me, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing softly then running up over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips

His hand moves to my lower stomach, then slowly slides up

"So soft", he murmurs, his hand now in-between my boobs

It's taking everything in me to keep standing up right

He leans forward and I wonder what he's going to do when his lips land on my collarbone, pressing a kiss into my skin

I breathe hard, warmth and tingles exploding on the skin under his lips

His lips move to another spot, then another, peppering kisses all over my chest, collarbones and neck

"Should I stop?", he murmurs

"No", I whimper

It's like now that I have his kisses, I need them

His kisses travel down, around my boob until he gets to my nipple

His tongue moves out of his mouth, licking across my nipple, a moan coming from my mouth as I feel it get hard

His tongue licks again and again, soft groans coming from him

He likes this too

It's a shock

Moving to my other nipple, he tugs it into his mouth, sucking softly while his fingers play with my other one

My pussy floods with juice, throbbing as he keeps going, turning me on so much

He plays with my boobs for a bit and I just stand there letting him

His mouth starts it's descent down my body again, this time his tongue licking my skin before he kisses it

Fuck me, who knew San could be this soft?

When he gets to my belly button, he bites on my ring, tugging it softly then giving another kiss

He moves dangerously lower, his hands following the downward path on my back

He kneels as he goes down, his hands now squeezing my ass, his mouth kissing right above my pussy

And fuck I need him

When he's right in front of my pussy, I push my hips forward just as he leans forward, his tongue licking my clit, pleasure running up my spine, a moan escaping

He sucks my clit in his mouth, tugging and playing, my pussy even more soaked

"Fuck", I whimper, my legs shaking as he sucks on me, his hands kneading my booty and pushing me forward more, keeping me right against his mouth, my hands on his shoulder and in his hair, holding on to stay upright

He switches to circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, the pleasure insane

I had no idea San knew how to eat pussy

I don't see him much because he's an idol and we don't really talk about our sex lives

So all this is a surprise to me

"Mmm so good", he murmurs, "Pretty little throbbing clit, love it in my mouth"

That's so fucking hot

His tongue swipes a few more times, then he's back to sucking, my fingers twisting in his hair from the intense bliss

His eyes look up at me, watching me watch him, not tearing his gaze from mine

Goddamn, this is so fucking erotic

Her slurps on my clit repeatedly, making sure his tongue is right against my bump, licking at the same time

It's all so much and I'm right there

He slurps once more and I fall over the edge right into an amazing orgasm

"San", I whimper, his eyes never moving from my face as he sucks as fast as he can, pleasure running through ever nerve, getting me through it

I pull his hair, holding him against my cunt until I finish

When I do, he kisses my clit once, then stands, his face a mess of juice and cum, making me blush

He takes my hand, leading me to my bed

I sit at the edge and he gently pushes me back, opening my legs slowly

He moans, getting back down on his knees, his tongue licking right up my pussy

"Sannie", I cry, my body arching as he keeps sliding his tongue up

"So fucking good", he murmurs, "You taste so good. Sweet cream. Better than I thought you'd be"

Wait what?

What did he- oh god

All thoughts leave my head as his tongue buries in my cunt, swirling everywhere, touching all the right places

"Yes Sannie", I moan

His tongue dips into my hole, wiggling in, making me gasp out in bliss

So good, so fucking good

He gently fucks his tongue into me, making sure he gets as much as he can inside, swiping in my pussy before he pulls out again

God, I never had this much pleasure from a tongue before

My hips move on their own, grinding into his face, his tongue not stopping

"Mm yeah baby", he whimpers between thrusts, "Fuck my face. God, you're fucking perfect"

Yeah right

No way

He's perfect

I'd argue but I'm in too much pleasure to speak

His hands hold my legs open, gripping hard on my thighs as he eats my cunt fucking perfectly

His tongue slips up, playing with my clit, his two fingers sliding in my cunt at the same time and I clench around them hard

"Yeah baby", he praises, moving his fingers in and out, his mouth sucking on my clit again, upping the pleasure

My hips still move on their own, fucking his fingers, taking them deeper

His fingers rub against a spot inside me that has me gasping and crying out, my body shivering

"Found it baby", he says, his fingers pressing and rubbing my spot

I feel another orgasm building and I'm shocked I'm gonna cum again

Normally once is enough or it'll take awhile

His fingers pound in and out and he murmurs against my clit, "Cum against my face baby. All over my fingers. Lemme swallow your sweet cream"

He sucks once more, his fingers pressing my spot and I lose it, bliss blinding me, my body shaking hard as I cum, shouting his name

My body arches as his fingers pull out, his tongue replacing them

I clench down hard on his tongue, the beautiful moan he lets out bouncing in my brain, adding to the pleasure

His tongue moves in and out as he swallows, the pleasure slowly tapering off as I finish

He gives me one long lick, then presses a kiss to my pussy, sitting back on his knees

I struggle to sit up, looking down at him in amazement

He meets my gaze, a small smile on his lips

I don't think, moving to the floor and kneeling in front of him

Moving my hand to his face, I softly stroke his skin, finally able to feel how soft it is under my fingers

His head leans into my touch, lips pressing a kiss to my palm, his eyes still on mine

There are a swirl of emotions in his eyes that I can't place right now but I also see want in them

And I want him

I move my hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly up his body, giving him time to stop me

But he does the opposite, eagerly helping me like he can't wait to get out of his clothes

The shirt is tossed away and I'm left with the San from the music videos

The hard muscular chest, the fucking abs, the muscley arms

I place my hands on his chest, the power and strength in him like a tangible thing

I slowly trail my hands down his body, feeling every muscle, his skin so soft, so perfect

I touch his abs, running my fingers over them, a look of pleasure on his beautiful face, his teeth biting his bottom lip

Moving my hands around his wrists, I trail up his arms to his shoulders then slip on his back

Leaning forward I kiss his chest again and again, soft whimpers coming from him, my fingers trailing up and down his back at the same time

His skin is baby soft, smooth, perfect

I kiss everywhere on his chest, then move to his shoulders, just wanting to kiss him absolutely everywhere

Placing my hands on either side of his neck, I move them up, cupping his face, his eyes moving to mine

I run my thumb over his lip and I can't stop myself

I lean forward, my lips against his in a world altering kiss

The floor tilts under me, butterflies burst in my stomach, my head dizzy and in the clouds

It's so much more than I expected, blowing me away

We move our mouths at the same time, our tongues against each other's, deepening the kiss

I'm on cloud fucking nine, wanting nothing more than to kiss him forever

I slide my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding in his silky black hair, his arms moving around my waist, pulling me against him

He turns us, laying me on the carpet, his lips never leaving mine as he moves on top of me

I fall into his kiss, never wanting to stop

This is the best kiss of my life

And my best friend is giving it to me

I should be surprised but I'm not

Not with the way I feel for him

His hands move down my body, fingers igniting a fire in every cell he touches

My legs move around him as he presses himself against me, his dick hard under his sweatpants

Oh shit, I made him hard

Or well, doing this with me made him hard

Either way, I've never thought this would ever happen

He moves his hips as his tongue plays with mine, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy

I moan in his mouth, feeling so fucking good

He leans on his arm by my head, his other hand gripping my thigh hard, holding my leg against him as he rolls his hips into me

"Naekkeo", he whines, my heart soaring at the nickname, "Can I take my pants off baby? Please?"

I nod, moving my hands down, starting to push them and his boxers off

He moves on his knees then stands, pulling everything down and kicking them off

I get my first look at his cock and oh my god, it's so big

Holy shit

He moves back down on his knees, his mouth against mine as he goes on top of me again

His hard dick is right against my pussy, rubbing against me, making me more wet

Fuck, I just want him inside me but I'm not sure he wants that

There is something else I can do though

Breaking the kiss, I push him back gently, panic in his eyes

"I'm sor-", he starts

"Let me taste you Sannie", I tell him

His eyes widen in surprise, "You want..."

"To suck your dick Sannie", I assure him, moving my hand down, wrapping around his hard cock, stroking him slowly, "Will you let me?"

He nods slowly, almost like he doesn't believe I'm going to do it

"Lay back baby", I tell him, softly pushing him down on the carpet

I kiss his soft lips then move to his neck, pressing kiss after kiss, trailing them down his hot as fuck body

I get to his huge dick, kissing all around his base then licking slowly up

Fuck, his skin is so soft but he's so hard at the same time

Getting to his head, I waste no time in wrapping my mouth around it, sucking softly

"Oh god"

I look up at him, finding his gaze already on me, watching me suck his dick, the pleasure on his face so satisfying

I'm making him feel good

Hopefully he'll remember this

Moving my tongue by his slit, I lick up the cum he's leaking in my mouth, moaning at how good he tastes

Like really, cum shouldn't taste this good

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can at the moment, sucking harder, faster, wrapping my hand around the rest of his cock

I squeeze gently, then move my hand up and down as I move my mouth on him, his gorgeous sounds so fucking erotic

I breathe in through my nose, preparing myself

Letting go of his cock, I slide all the way down, gagging but getting him all in my throat

"Oh my fucking god", he pants, his chest rising and falling so rapidly

My throat spasms around him and I swallow on his length to try and get under control

I've deepthroated before, it just takes me a minute to get used to a cock in my throat

Once I feel like I'm steady, I start to bob up and down his shaft, taking him all the way in again and again

His dick is so thick, stretching my mouth wide but he really does feel so good in my throat

"Baby, fuck. You're mouth", he pants, "So good. Fuck"

I smirk because yeah, I'm good at blow jobs

And I already like sucking his dick way too much

Bobbing up and down, I bottom him out each time, tears in my eyes, spit everywhere, the taste of his leaking cum taking over

Swallowing on his entire shaft has him yelling out in pleasure and I continue to do it when I have him all in my throat again and again

His cock throbs hard in my mouth and I think he's gonna cum

"Baby please", he begs, pulling me off his dick suddenly

Why?

Did I do something wrong?

Was it not good?

Why did he stop?

His fingers brush against my cheek, my gaze meeting his

"I...I think I need to be in your pussy. Can I?", he asks quietly

He what?

"Please?", he repeats and it hits me that he wants to have sex

With me

Oh my god, yes

"You can baby", I answer, nodding

He pulls me into his lap and I go willingly, straddling him

"Can you ride me?", he asks, his brown eyes gazing pleadingly at me, "Like you rode Yeosang and Wooyoung?"

I stare at him in shock

How the fuck does he know I slept with them?

I didn't tell anyone

It was once each

And it just happened

Yeosang happened during a practice break and Wooyoung happened when I was waiting for San to get back from the gym

It was nothing, just some fun

"They told me Jo", he says, softly, "They...they told me all about it. What you did with them. I...I want you to be like that with me. Want me like you wanted them"

I do want him like that

He's the only one I ever wanted

My whole life, it's only been him

"Can you?"

I nod, "Yeah Sannie"

I kiss him with him eagerly kissing me back as I gently push him back down on the carpet, going with him

Breaking the kiss, I run my fingers from his chest down to his abs, feeling his skin tremble and move under my touch

I like that a lot

Moving in his lap, I watch him watch me move his big dick under me, his breathing getting harder

Sitting down on him, I slide his head inside me, my pussy immediately clenching around him

"Fff .. fuck", he murmurs

Leaning back on his legs, I sink down on more of him, his cock so thick, stretching me wide open

Fuck me, he's massive

I wiggle my hips as I slide him in inch by inch, the feel of his cock gliding inside so fucking pleasurable

"Sannie, oh fuck baby", I moan, drenching his cock with every slip down

"Yes naekkeo yes. Feels so good, fuck", he murmurs, his eyes on my pussy taking his dick, "Pretty pussy opening for me. Fuck so good"

"How much more?", I moan

It feels like he's all the way in my stomach but if there's more, I can take all of him

I want to take all of him

"A little more baby", he pants

I nod, moving his hands to my hips

"Help me Sannie"

He nods, pushing me down his length, going in so much deeper

"All of you baby", I whimper, "Want all of you"

"Yeah naekkeo", he murmurs, stopping his movements, "There baby. All of me"

I clench down around him involuntarily, feeling him inside me, feeling him fill me to the brim

Feels so satisfying

"Fuck, you're pussy looks so good on my cock", he praises as I move my hips, rocking on him, his fat head rubbing my spot, "Fuck, wanted this pussy for a long time"

Wait what?

I look down at him in surprise but he's looking at my pussy around him

"Wanted to see how those pretty lips looked around my cock. Beautiful baby"

I raise my eyebrow in shock

He thought about us before?

He wanted me like this before?

When?

How?

"Fuck Jo, you look so pretty on my dick", he murmurs, his hands slowly sliding up my body, "So perfect, like you belong here, on top of me"

My head is spinning, dumbfounded at what he's saying

And wondering if he even realizes what he's saying

Or if it's just in the moment

"Ride me naekkeo"

"Yeah Sannie", I answer, pushing everything he said away

I can't obsess about it now

I'm finally with him and I'm going to make the most of it

Leaning on his stomach, I start moving, small bounces first to get used to him

"Oh fuck", he moans, "Fuck, so good"

He's right, it is so good

"You can cream my cock for me?", he asks as I slide slowly up and down his cock, "Please? Cream my cock baby, I know you can do it"

"Mmm", I moan, his cock hitting all the right places, head against my spot, feeling so fucking good

Best cock I've been on

"I know you can naekkeo. I heard Yeosang and Wooyoung talk about your pussy. How good you creamed them. You can do that for me?"

"Yes", I moan, moving faster on him

Every bounce I move further up his dick, bottoming him out until I slip all the way up to his head

"Down baby, please", he groans as my cunt squeezes his head

Dropping down, I take him all in one shot, his head slamming into my spot, stars blasting in my vision as bliss hits me hard

Oh my fucking god

"There we go", he murmurs, "So pretty"

I keep sliding up and down his length, my legs burning but fuck if I'm gonna stop

"Good girl. So much cream, your pussy is pouring it out. So pretty all over me"

"Uh-huh", I murmur, riding him harder

"The guys said it took you awhile for you to cream them like this. They had to work for it", he says, his eyes solely on my pussy swallowing his cock, "You're already creaming my cock so much baby. Do you like my cock better than theirs?"

"Yes", I pant

His cock is so big I can feel every inch drag out of me, then every inch spreading me open again, his head hitting my spot each time, sending shivers of pleasure through every cell of my body

His cock is better, hands down

"Does my cock feel better?", he asks, his hips lifting slowly as I come down, shoving himself in deeper than before

I can't, it's fucking amazing

I nod, taking his perfect cock inside me over and over, my mind starting to turn off

All I can feel is San

His dick inside me, his hands gripping my hips so hard, his sweaty but soft skin under my hands

He's taking over me and I'm letting him

"Don't you wish you creamed and rode my dick first?"

"Yes! Yes baby!", I shout, so fucking close, my entire body shaking

A few more bounces is all it takes, my body exploding in ecstasy as an all consuming orgasm wracks my body

"San!", I scream, "San! San!"

My brain shuts off, intense pleasure flowing everywhere and I know I'm squirting all over him

"Fuck, yes! Yes baby! Fuck don't stop", he cries, "Please naekkeo. It feels so fucking good, don't stop"

I can't even if I wanted to

Which I don't

The pleasure leaves my body slowly, shivers running through me as I come back to my senses

When I do, San is smiling so widely at me and I feel my face heat up

"That was so hot baby", he says, gleefully

I lower my gaze to his body, finding him completely drenched

His lap, his stomach, even some of his chest is soaking wet with squirt

"Sss....sorry you're all wet"

He raises his eyebrow as he sits up

"What? Don't be sorry baby. I loved it"

"You did?"

He nods, "Yeah. It was so hot. And you....you looked so beautiful coming on me. It's something I wanted to see for a long time"

Before I can even say anything, he pulls me to him, his lips against mine

I kiss him back immediately, his arms wrapping around me as mine move around his neck

He moves so he's sitting against my bed, his hands running up and down my back, his fingers heating every nerve inside my body

My hips move on their own, grinding and rocking on his hard cock still buried inside me

"Mmm naekkeo. Keep going baby", he murmurs, moving his kisses to my neck, "Love my cock this much huh?"

"Yes", I admit, trembling from his head rubbing my spot over and over

"Should of been on my dick first. Bad girl"

"Yeah", I agree

I should of

His hand touches my chin, making me look at him

"I forgive you for letting other cocks in here before me", he says, smirking, "But from now on this creamy pussy is mine"

My eyes widen at his words, wondering what they could possibly mean

Is he...saying he wants to keep sleeping with me?

"This pussy takes my cock only. Creams my cock only. Squirts on my cock only. Cums around my cock and no one else's. Understand?"

"Yes", I nod, shocked he's saying this and even more dumbfounded that he sounds like he means it

His hand moves down between us, his thumb pressing onto my clit and rubbing softly

Pleasure blasts in my brain and body, my hips automatically grinding faster on him

"My mouth is the only one who can eat your pussy. Suck on your clit. Swallow your cum. Drink your squirt"

I can't answer, the intense look on his face as he says these words adding to everything I'm feeling

"My fingers are the only ones allowed in your pussy. The only ones who can play with your little throbbing clit"

I nod, moaning softly

"If anyone asks, you tell them this is San's pussy. Understand?"

"Yes", I cry, my legs shaking hard around him, "Your pussy"

"Who's?"

"Yours!"

"What's my name?"

"San!", I cry, my orgasm washing over me, clenching repeatedly around his rock hard cock, bliss taking over, "San! San's pussy. Only San's"

"Good girl", he grunts, his fingers rubbing me through my orgasm

When it's over, I slump against him, his chuckle washing over me

"Aww naekkeo. I'm not done with you yet baby"

Holding me to him, he stands up, laying me on my bed

He moves on top of me, my legs wrapping around him on their own

His cock slides back inside, the pleasure making me arch off the bed, moaning until he bottoms out

My pussy takes him easily, gripping him hard, keeping him inside, pulsing around him

"Fuck", he murmurs, pleasure all over his face, "My perfect baby"

His arms slips around my waist, holding me against him as he starts moving

"I'm yours naekkeo", he tells me, "I promise my cock is only for your cunt. Fucks only your cunt. Cums inside your pussy only"

"Yeah baby", I nod, wanting that more than anything

Wanting him to just be mine

He keeps a slow steady pace, spreading me open so pleasurably on his cock, driving himself deep inside, his pelvis rubbing against my clit

His lips press kisses all over my skin, his free hand softly groping my boobs, playing with my nipples, sending even more ecstasy into my body

"Please baby, can your mouth be just for my cock too? Can you only suck my cock from now on, swallow my cum from now on?", he asks

"Yes Sannie. Yes", I promise him, keeping one hand on his back, the other on his side, feeling his muscles move as he fucks me

God, that's so fucking erotic and I love it

"And you're pretty hands are for my cock too? Only to be wrapped around me?", he pleads, "Only touch me?"

"Yes Sannie, only you"

He groans into my neck, thrusting just a touch faster

My hips have a mind of their own, moving with him, meeting his thrusts, making the bliss even more intense

"Can...can your lips only kiss me? Please naekkeo, I want your kisses to be only for me. Please?"

"Is...is that what you want?", I ask through the pleasure, wondering if he realizes what he's saying

"Yes. Fuck yes"

"Then yes Sannie. My kisses are only for you"

He lifts his head from my neck, looking down at me with an expression I can't place, "Are you mine? My girl? My Jo? My naekkeo? My girlfriend? Only mine?"

Is he...asking me to be his?

Like romantically?

Is he being serious?

"Yes", I answer

Of course it's yes

It wouldn't never be anything but yes

And even if it's just an in the moment thing, it's always yes

"Are you my one and only Sannie?", I ask nervously, hoping this is real, "My boyfriend. My baby? You're the idol who can have anyone you want"

He shakes his head, "You're the only one I want Jo. The only one for me. You"

His hand moves to my face, fingers softly stroking my cheek

"I love you", he says, gazing in my eyes

His words slam into my head, shock taking over

"Fuck Jo, I love you so much", he confessed, "I've been waiting for you for so long naekkeo"

Oh my god

He loves me

Happiness pounds into my body and I can't help the smile that bursts on my face

"I love you Sannie", I tell him, "I love you more than anything. You're mine"

He smiles as he nods, his adorable dimples on display, "I am. I am baby. All yours"

I pull him to me, our lips crashing against each other's in a passionate wild kiss

We cling onto each other, kissing desperately as we resume moving together, bliss roaring back in my body

"I love you", I tell him between kisses, moving my hips to meet him, taking his cock deep inside, feeling the pleasure of his head against my spot

"I love you", he murmurs, "I love you"

He moves faster, plunging inside, my pussy clenching him, soaking him, feeling him throb hard

"San", I moan, right there

He slams into my pussy hard, both of us screaming each other's names against our lips as we both cum

Stars blast in my eyes, my body wracked in ecstasy against his

His hands grip me tightly, holding me to him as his warm cum shoots inside my pussy

My cunt latches onto him, milking him for all of his cum

I want it all, the feeling of him filling me so fucking satisfying

"Yes Sannie", I cry, "All your cum baby. Give me all of it"

It takes awhile but when the pleasure finally tapers off, we're both breathing hard, melting against each other

"Mine", he whispers, "My naekkeo"

"Yours Sannie", I agree, "Always yours"

His eyes meet mine and I hold back a gasp at the love I see in them

He really does love me

It wasn't an in the moment thing

He really feels this way

His hand moves in my hair, running through the strands, his eyes on mine, a soft smile on his face

"I love you"

"I love you San"

He pulls me to him, kissing me softly

When the kiss ends, he smiles, "Can we cuddle? Nap maybe?"

That sounds absolutely perfect

"Yeah baby. Always"

Laying down in his arms, we settle in together, holding each other tightly

His fingers play in my hair while I softly rub mine up and down his side

His kisses the top of my hair, making me smile

As we snuggle together, I can't help but think that I'm so glad I never did my laundry

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Triple Frontier fic: A Pilot for Christmas

It's @pedrostories Secret Santa day!! My assignment was for @frannyzooey, who requested domesticity, roommates-to-lovers, and fluff or smut 🥰 I had some of the most fun EVER writing this fic, so I hope it will make you smile, too, Kelli. Merry Christmas!! 🎄 Thank you to @mourningbirds1 and @fleetwoodmactshirt, both of whom I—not to be dramatic but—basically can't live without at this point, and at the very least couldn't have written this fic. And she's not a Pedro fan so I can't imagine she wants to be tagged in this, but thank you to my friend Alyssa for kindly helping me with one of the very few pieces of actual research I did for it.

Title: A Pilot for Christmas Pairing: Frankie Morales/f!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 4.8k Content/warnings: roommates to lovers, hot single dad Frankie, pining, yearning, lusting, questionable romance novel smut, compromising positions, sexual content, fade to black, food, domesticity. Unbetaed, so please let me know if you spot any typos/errors!

There’s a note for you on the kitchen table, written in Frankie’s even, boxy print: Mac + cheese + trees in fridge if you want some.

Your schedules never align on Wednesdays; your boss’s mandatory mid-week team meetings inevitably keep you late and Frankie is always on his way to Laura’s place by the time you get home. You haven’t met his ex-wife, but you think she must be nice enough since he’s usually in a good mood when he gets home from their weekly family dinners. They’re co-parenting, as he’d explained when you first moved in, and along with providing dinner on Wednesdays he does his part by taking their daughter on the weekends. He’s given you a break in the rent to make up for sharing your apartment with a three-year-old two days a week.

This is technically a sublet, and it’s technically temporary, but you get along well enough with Frankie that sometimes it feels a little like kismet. His old roommate had landed a contract overseas for a year just as you were moving to town, and a mutual friend had connected you. There are four months left on the contract, but you’d heard from the roommate recently that he was expecting the position to be renewed, so most likely you’ll get to stay longer if you want to. Nothing is official yet either way, and you’ve decided to give yourself another month before you start to worry about it.

Having the apartment to yourself once a week is the perfect opportunity to watch your favorite guilty pleasure TV shows without fear of male judgment—not that Frankie gets really rude about it but his silent raised eyebrow speaks volumes—and you happily warm up a bowl of macaroni and cheese and “trees” (broccoli; it turns out toddlers lose interest when you use the B-word) and settle in on the couch.

Living with Frankie has gone better than you’d feared it might. Knowing he was the friend of a friend of a friend had alleviated some of your anxiety about moving in with a stranger, and he’s turned out to be a mostly quiet, respectful roommate. After maintaining clear-cut boundaries for the first couple of weeks, you had both relaxed a little bit and settled into something of a shared routine. He likes to cook but doesn’t enjoy grocery shopping, so you often take his list along with your own to the store—and reap the rewards on nights like this when he keeps you well-fed. You both like to keep a tidy home, and neither of you minds the other person throwing in a few items when you’re doing a load of laundry. You’ve even mostly gotten over the embarrassment of the time Frankie had delicately handed you a pair of thong underwear he’d found trapped in the sleeve of one of his clean shirts. The barely-contained amusement on his face had haunted you for a full week.

When you’ve finished your dinner you pause the TV to go wash your bowl, and while you’re in the kitchen you take a few minutes to put away the dishes Frankie had left drying in the dish rack. It’s an easy symbiosis, you muse, a give-and-take that seems to suit you both. Underneath his note, you write back: Delicious!! Thank you, and sign it with a heart.

Most of the time your editing job allows you to maintain a reasonable work-life balance, but this month you’ve found yourself scrambling to get everything done before the upcoming holiday break. Your co-worker Deandra is off on an unexpected leave, and after taking on a share of her work on top of your own, the projects have started to form an intimidating pile. One Monday, two weeks before Christmas, you compromise your typical boundaries by logging back onto your laptop after dinner to work on a manuscript. Frankie is watching a game with the volume on low and it makes for comfortable background noise while you work from the opposite end of the couch.

Deandra’s specialty is romance, and while you’ve had to get used to covering a new genre, having some variety has been interesting. But a detail in this book is bothering you. You glance at Frankie, whose expression is quietly focused. His team is leading the scoreboard by a healthy margin. You don’t think he’ll mind a brief distraction.

“Hey. I could use your piloting expertise. Can I ask you a weird question?”

Frankie raises an eyebrow and shrugs his assent. “Go ahead.”

“Okay, so—is it logistically possible to have sex in a cockpit?”

You have his attention. He slowly turns his head to give you a long, wide-eyed look. After a moment of silence, he narrows his eyes, contemplating. “What kind of aircraft are we talking?”

“Like a regular… A commercial passenger plane?”

He nods, pursing his mouth and tilting his head up so he can gaze off into space, like he’s visualizing it. He glances at you again.

“Two people?” he checks.

“Two—yes, it’s—” he’s surprised you a little, and you fumble for words. “It’s not a cockpit orgy,” you tell him.

He laughs. “Pilots like to party,” he says opaquely, and now you’re the one narrowing your eyes at him, but he’s ignoring your questioning look. “Okay, is it possible? Theoretically, sure. Especially if the other person is short. Is it comfortable, though?” He pulls a face. “It wouldn’t be my choice. It’s a cramped space. Someone’s gonna end up hitting their head, or accidentally kicking the instrument panel, or…” he trails off, shaking his head in disapproval. “It’s… inadvisable.”

“Got it. Thank you.” You make some notes in the Word document on your screen, still internally recovering from his follow-up question, and Frankie turns his attention back to the TV, where the opposing team is starting to close the lead.

You’re no prude, but the genre you usually work in fades to black more often than not, and this author’s penchant for smutty detail has you feeling slightly in over your head. You’ve made it past the cockpit quickie but four chapters later Frankie’s team is on the cusp of winning their game and your protagonist is finally about to have her tall, dark, and handsome pilot love interest in a real bed.

“This love scene is… really something,” you comment. Frankie looks over in interest.

“Read it to me.”

“It’s dirty,” you warn him.

Frankie smirks. “I think I can handle it.”

You take a breath and start to read aloud from the page: “Isabella’s heart raced in excitement. Roderick was standing so close she felt as though his breath was entering her lungs with every inhalation. He took her hand and pressed her palm to himself, making her feel his turgid cock stirring in his pants—Obviously that needs to go—”

“Which part, the turgid cock?” Frankie asks. “I like it.”

“You like it?” you ask, incredulous.

“What?” he says. “A guy can’t enjoy a turgid cock now?”

“Jesus,” you laugh. Your face is starting to feel warm. “Isabella’s petite hand could barely fit around Roderick’s girthy length and it made her whimper with arousal. Roderick smirked down at her. ‘I can’t wait to be inside you,’ he rasped hungrily. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush against his body. ‘Tell me you want it,’ he growled.” You glance at Frankie and see he’s got one arm slung across his chest and the other hand resting at his mouth, thumbnail running distractedly over his lips. He’s staring at the TV without really watching it, and after a moment of silence he finally blinks and meets your eyes again.

“It’s weird you get to read porn for work,” he says dryly, and you bury your face in your hands and laugh.

When the game ends, Frankie switches on an episode of Star Trek that he seems to be half watching while he does something on his phone. On your laptop screen, Roderick has you stymied.

Roderick’s muscular arms tossed Isabella onto the bed like she weighed nothing. “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”

“Give you what, baby?” he rasped. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Give me—” Her pale cheeks blushed prettily. How could she say it out loud? But he was looking at her with such lust in his eyes that she knew he only wanted to make sure she was ready to turn herself over to him, to let him use her any way he liked. The thought of it made her shiver with anticipation. “Give me your cock, Roderick. Make me yours.”

With a growl from deep in his chest, Roderick dragged her hips down the bed so that she was balancing on the edge, where his body loomed over hers. Turning her onto her side, he leaned down to nose under her ear, nipping at the delicate skin of her neck and making her moan. His broad hand clutched her thigh, maneuvering her leg to tuck her knee around his hips, and his other hand he ran tantalizingly down her back until he reached her other thigh. He opened her legs, like an explorer unveiling the treasure he’d been seeking, and he straightened up, lifting her ankle to rest against his shoulder, and grinding his hard member against her core.

You go over the last few lines again, whispering the words under your breath to yourself as you try to picture the position. You feel like you need a diagram.

“I’m lost,” you declare.

Frankie glances up from his phone. “Hm?”

“I don’t understand where these limbs are going,” you tell him. “I don’t know if my brain just isn’t working because it’s 9 PM or if this passage needs rewriting. Or if this sex is too advanced for me.”

He laughs and makes a grabbing motion at your laptop. “Lemme see.”

You hand it over, standing up to stretch while he reads it to himself.

“‘He opened her legs like an explorer unveiling the treasure he’d been seeking,’” Frankie reads out dramatically. “Really?”

“Don’t get caught up in the simile,” you say. “Focus on the legs. Is that position even feasible? For someone who isn’t a contortionist?”

“Maybe in the next chapter they reveal she was raised in the circus,” he suggests, but he squints at the screen again, reading through the text. “I think I get it. It’s like—” He gestures with his arms, posing them to mimic Isabella’s legs. It’s borderline incomprehensible.

Later, you’ll blame the late hour and your overworked brain for what happens next. If you’d been running on all cylinders, you would have thought through the boundary-crossing implications of this and stopped yourself, but as it is you frown down at him and say, “Show me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on,” you urge him, already heading down the hallway to your bedroom. He hesitates, but then follows a few paces behind, and it’s then—the moment he crosses the threshold behind you—that your brain finally catches up to your actions and you begin to realize this was a terrible, terrible idea.

But somehow, coming up with an excuse to turn back feels more mortifying than plowing forward. You sit on the edge of the bed, trying to focus on the matter at hand. Frankie is hanging back, but you give him an expectant look and he takes a step towards you. He clears his throat softly.

“On your side,” he says. It shouldn’t sound like a command—he offers it gently, a reminder of the scene you’re playing out—but something inside you can’t tell the difference and you feel a spot deep in your core go hollow and needy. You turn, obediently, and lay on your right side. He touches the knee of your right leg, urging you to pull it forward.

“This leg around me.”

He steps into the crook of your knee, between your thigh and your calf, and looks down at your other leg, tucked awkwardly between your bodies.

“This is where it gets weird,” he says, and you laugh out loud. The sound dies out when you feel his fingers firmly wrap around your ankle and slowly maneuver your left leg, straight in front of you and then pivoting towards the ceiling. You feel the stretch in your hips, your body turning to follow so you’re halfway between your back and your side. It’s awkward, and he must see your face twist in discomfort, because he stops midway through the movement and rests your foot on his left shoulder. His body is solid and warm against the back of your leg.

“I think in the book it was over here,” he says, tapping his right shoulder. “So maybe she is a contortionist.”

“Or I need to do more Pilates,” you lament. He looks amused.

“Does this position even make sense? Would this work for you?” you ask him, regretting the question as soon as it’s left your mouth. He blinks down at you and his eyes rake down the length of your body to where you’re tangled around him. His hand is still resting over your ankle.

“Your bed is too low,” he says.

It’s—You’d meant the question in a more hypothetical sense. With some other partner, in some other scenario, would this position work? The knowledge that he has taken in the question and assessed the situation—looked at your two bodies in relation to each other, here, in your room, and thought about whether he could fuck you like this—makes you lose your breath.

“Plus—” he continues. He nudges at you to roll you onto your back, carefully lowering your foot from his shoulder so he’s standing between your open legs, nothing between you but empty space and a secret, aching want. He leans in, bracing his hands flat on either side of your body, not touching you but close enough he would only have to lean in. “I like to be able to kiss someone when I make love to them,” he says softly.

He shoots you a smile that could almost be a smirk as he stands up and heads out of the room, leaving you clutching the duvet cover as the world around you tilts on its axis.

It’s not like you’ve never noticed Frankie is attractive. Anybody could see that he is. He’s boyishly cute when he’s playing around with his daughter, their matching, dimpled smiles on display; smoldering when he gets cleaned up to go out on the town with the guys, if a little less runway-ready the morning after; and confusingly, unrecognizably handsome on the occasions he goes clean-shaven. But he’s been so firmly relegated to “platonic male roommate” status since you moved in that you’ve never, even for a second, thought about pursuing anything more. Lusting after your roommate can only end in awkwardness and moving boxes.

So discovering that the man you live with isn’t just good-looking, but has the ability to leave you wet and aching with desire, without even trying, has you looking at everything through a new lens.

On Tuesday, mid-morning, your phone lights up with a text from him. It’s a picture of a small plane cockpit interior, just two seats and a display of navigational instruments.

See how tight she is? he’s written.

You blink at your phone. SHE??

…

She = the plane. Sorry, pilot speak.

Mortifying. You nearly pull up the local apartment rentals page on Craigslist right then and there. You dive into your work instead—not Deandra’s romance, but the grisly thriller in your regular docket. Roderick and Isabella need to give you some space this week. It’s not them, it’s you—and the images of Frankie and you in compromising positions that had popped into your mind when you attempted to pick back up the draft.

He’s like a specter, haunting you.

Wednesday evening is your night with the apartment to yourself, and you’ve never been happier to be alone. He’s left you dinner, again, and you almost don’t eat it on principle—you’ll have to get used to feeding yourself, after all, once he kicks you out for making it too blatantly obvious you want to jump him.

But it would be an actual crime to pass up his enchiladas. You savor the plate. Maybe he’ll give you the recipe as a parting gift, if you ask nicely.

You pour yourself a glass of wine and catch up on one of your shows, and some of the tension you’ve been holding starts to drain from your body. But underneath is a familiar, restless energy buzzing through you, desperate for a different outlet, that you can’t ignore.

You go to bed early. What you need is just a little quality time with yourself, to reconnect and remind your body that you’re perfectly capable of satisfying it on your own—or with the no-strings-attached assistance of a vibrator.

It’s a valiant, miserable attempt. Every tried and true fantasy keeps rerouting back to Frankie. You turn your toy to its highest setting and the sensation still pales in comparison to the thrill of his fingers wrapped securely around your ankle, the line of his body pressed against your legs, and his low, deadly voice telling you how to move.

You go to sleep more frustrated than when you started, only to dream of him. He’s hovering over you, pressing you into the bed, his hot mouth on your neck and sucking on your tits and working his way down to eat you out and bring an orgasm crashing through you—and you wake up at 3 AM with your cunt throbbing between your legs.

One of the things you’ll miss most about this place when you inevitably have to move out due to your incurable roommate attraction is the in-unit washer and dryer. Perhaps in solidarity with your own resolve and self-control, the dryer abruptly breaks in the middle of the week.

“Do you want me to call the landlord, or will you?” you ask Frankie, but he immediately shakes his head.

“Let me take a look at it,” he says.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek.

Two hours and one trip to a hardware store later, he’s on his knees in front of the machine, working quietly save for an occasional soft grunt of exertion when he has to fit something into place.

There’s a bare strip of skin on display where his shirt has ridden up, and a black waistband peeking out from under his jeans. Your mind drifts, imagining away the denim and picturing how the tight boxer briefs would cup his ass and grip his muscular thighs, until your own thighs are clenching and you force yourself to go clean the kitchen instead.

“I’m moving out,” you call over your shoulder as you go.

“I promise I can fix it,” he says, like he thinks you’re just fed up with one broken appliance, not your own internal breakdown.

If only.

It’s 7 AM Friday and you’re fixing your coffee when Frankie ambles into the kitchen, bare-chested and barefoot and wearing nothing more than a pair of low-slung pajama bottoms. If you allowed yourself to look, you would see the soft curve of his modest belly and the sparse line of hair trailing down to disappear enticingly under his waistband. His voice is early morning-deep when he mumbles a good morning. His hand steadies casually on your wrist when he stands next to you to grab a mug from the cupboard just to your left, and you hope he can’t feel your pulse quicken under his touch. When his coffee is ready and he takes his first sip, he lets out a satisfied groan. You want to die.

“You must be doing this on purpose,” you say, dismayed.

He blinks at you over the rim of his coffee cup. “Doing what?”

You gesture helplessly, at his naked chest and effortlessly rumpled bedhead. “Just—being all—”

He glances down at himself, then back at you, raising an eyebrow. “Being all…?”

“Just—sexy, I guess,” you finally admit.

For a moment, he looks surprised. Then an amused smile spreads slowly over his face and he takes a step towards you, clever eyes taking in how your body straightens and your breath picks up.

“I didn’t realize it bothered you,” he says. “Didn’t you say you were going to move out, anyway?”

“I am,” you say. “I can’t stand you anymore.”

He takes another step closer.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I could give you a reason to stay.”

You slump against the counter at your back, helplessly wanting him.

“Please,” you tell him.

He touches you carefully, one hand skimming your hip and the other on your arm. He cocks his head, looking skeptical.

“You really think I’m sexy?” he asks.

You nod miserably. “It’s torture.”

He laughs and you are desperately endeared by the way it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle, and the hint of a dimple peeking out under his beard.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, and he leans in, and the touch of his lips to yours makes you feel like you’re floating, like your body might drift up to the sky if not for his sturdy frame anchoring you in place. Like your legs might give out, sending you sliding to the floor, except that he’s pressing close enough now that his body is touching yours, bending you back just enough to easily reach, and his hand has crept up from your arm to wrap around the back of your neck, holding you securely even as he finally pulls his mouth away, leaving you breathless and dazed.

You think you understand the overwrought prose of Deandra’s romances now.

“I can’t stand you either,” he says quietly. “You were torturing me the other night, with all the dirty talk from that book and then making me go to your room. Christ.”

“Sorry,” you say, not really meaning it. You’ve never felt this intoxicated this early in the morning. You’ve never looked into his eyes this close up. They’re a rich, deep brown that you feel halfway hypnotized by.

He glances away and must spot the microwave clock, because he pulls away with a look of regret. “I need to get ready for work.”

“Take a sick day,” you suggest.

He smiles ruefully and shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says. “But what would you do if I did?

You take a deep breath. Your eyes drop to his waist, and you touch your fingertips gingerly to the soft skin on display there. You lift your gaze to meet his own.

“I’d ask you to take me to bed,” you tell him.

He forces himself to leave. You watch his fingers clenching as he turns away, closing around the empty air as though he wishes it was you.

You go to your own room on unsteady legs and finish getting ready for work, thinking of Frankie’s mouth for your entire commute and almost missing your exit as a result. This time, opening Roderick and Isabella’s romance is a whole new kind of torture, and you end up claiming a headache by 3 o’clock to go home early, not caring if your boss can see through the lie.

Getting home early means you have plenty of time to shower and shave and moisturize with intent this time instead of your regular lazy girl morning routine. You’re soft and smooth and clean, in the kitchen making a snack of crackers and cheese to distract your anticipatory nerves, when Frankie comes home.

He gives you a small, familiar smile and sets a grocery bag on the counter between the two of you.

“You pick which comes first,” he says, nodding to the bag. He steals a cracker off your plate while you peer inside.

He’s brought you two pints of Ben & Jerry’s and one box of condoms.

“All the essentials,” you observe, and he grins. You pluck the condoms out of the bag and hand them to him meaningfully. His smile turns a little sly and he leans in and kisses you, too briefly for your liking, before pulling away again.

“I have to take a quick shower,” he says. “Wait for me?”

You let out a sigh, turning to put away the ice cream. “Don’t take too long,” you joke, gesturing to the pints. “I’ve got two other men waiting for me.”

“Ha, ha,” he says, already halfway down the hall.

Out of the shower, he comes to you with damp hair curling softly around his head, dressed simply in a navy t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants, and looking so good you think you might combust. After a moment of flirtation—your room or mine?—you finally find yourself in his bedroom. He leans in to kiss you and he takes his time this time, cupping your face in his large hand, teasing gently at your mouth, sliding his tongue along yours to deepen the kiss. When he pulls away to trace his lips down your jawline, you take a breath to steady yourself—and then squint in confusion. There’s a familiar scent in his hair.

“Is that—did you use my shampoo?”

He goes still for a moment, caught, and then laughs.

“Mine ran out,” he admits, a little sheepishly. He pulls in closer, nosing at your neck. “Yours is nicer, anyway. I always like how it smells on you.”

“We can share,” you say generously. “I’ve never been one of those roommates who labels all their shit.”

“Good,” he murmurs, mouth hot against your collarbone. “‘Cause I also ate your leftovers.”

You make a sound of exasperation and he tackles you to the bed, promising apologetically that he’ll make it up to you. And then proceeds to do so.

Very thoroughly.

You awaken to find a note on the pillow next to you, in Frankie’s familiar printed handwriting: Going to pick up Baby M. See you soon.

You give yourself a minute to luxuriate in his bed, enjoying the calm, satiated feeling in your body, and the warm scent of him in the sheets, and then you straighten up his bedding and scurry back to your own room to get dressed before he arrives home with his daughter. You’re just pulling your shirt over your head when you hear their voices in the living room, and you go out to greet them. He’s juggling a Starbucks tray in one hand along with his keys and her travel bag. She’s munching contentedly on a snack and doing her part by carrying her favorite stuffed seal plushie.

Over her head, he shoots you a warm, intimate smile. You feel a giddy thrill bubble up in your chest and you grin back at him.

“We made a coffee run,” he says, nodding to the drinks. “Someone wanted a cake pop.” The toddler tips her face up to offer a beatific, icing-smudged smile. Frankie sets her bag on the couch and leads the three of you into the kitchen.

“That one is yours,” he tells you, pointing to one of the cups. Then, to her, “You want some real breakfast, mija?”

You look at the label on the drink and your jaw drops in surprise. “How did you know London Fogs are my favorite?”

He shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, but you catch a self-satisfied smile on his face as he turns away. “I notice things.”

He keeps a platonic distance while his daughter is in the kitchen but when she leaves to go put her stuffed animal away in her room, he pulls closer, nudging your hand with his. “You alright?” he murmurs.

You rub your thumb across his knuckles. “I’m really, really good.”

“I convince you not to move out?” he asks. You pretend to think about it.

“Almost. I think you could tip the balance if you make me some eggs.”

He clicks his tongue in affirmation. “Got it.”

Later, when the three of you have settled at the breakfast table with piles of fluffy scrambled eggs and buttered toast, his face changes like he’s just remembered something.

“Hey, how did that book end up, with Roderick and what’s-her-name?” he asks you, taking a sip of his coffee. “You never mentioned it after Monday night.”

You haven’t actually made it to the end yet, but you already know the answer.

“They lived happily ever after,” you tell him. “It’s a staple of the genre. The couple always has a happy ending.”

“Huh,” he says. He gives you a small, private smile, and taps his foot against yours, out of sight under the table. “That’s good to hear.”

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hii i feel like john b doesn't get nearly enough fics and i <3 your writing so could i request a fic where he's having a rough day so he comes over and reader does her whole nighttime routine w him to help de-stress? 💗💗

ren's notes ! yes i totally agree, john b is so overhated for what

pairing. john b x fem!reader

warnings. literally nothing except fluff and ward being ward

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Today was not John B's day.

He woke up in a shitty mood and everything else just went along with that. He burnt his pancakes, he forgot to pay the water bill so he was stuck with cold water as a shower. He forgot to do laundry so he had to wear his dirty clothes. And the Camerons were being more asshole-ish than usual.

He just wanted to go home and eat, relaxing while watching a TV show. So why did Ward make him clean the yacht for the second time this week?

He texted you throughout working and you felt really bad. You wanted to do something that would cheer him up.

He heard a ding and pulled out his phone.

Y/N:) 💋☀️ oh, im sorry to hear that baby:/

Y/N:) 💋☀️ do u wanna come over and watch something?<3 maybe that'll help

Y/N:) 💋☀️ i love u jb:)

He smiled at your texts as he sent a quick text back, not wanting to hear another lecture about phones from Ward again.

JB 😎 No worries babe 😘💕 I love u too

JB 😎 That sounds like heaven 😫 Be there at 6 x

Work couldn't have even sooner for John B. He was so excited to go see you; he's felt like it's been weeks even though in reality, it's only been maybe a day. Today just felt so long but he knew that one kiss from you, and all that stress would go away.

He pulled up to your house and quickly got out. He was prepared to spend the entire night with you, sleeping in your arms so that all his stress would melt away.

He knocked at the door and your mother answered, letting him know you had just got down with your shower and that you were upstairs. She also reminded John B to knock before going in.

As he was told, he knocked before going in.

"Mom, I'll be down in a minute, let me finish my skincare."

"It's not mom, It's John B."

You quickly jumped out of your chair and ran to the door, opening it and embracing John B. He smiled at your enthusiasm.

"Oh, John B. I missed you."

He leaned into you, sighing in content. "Me, too, baby. Me, too."

"I was just going to finish my skincare and we can go get some popcorn and eat, okay?"

"Um, actually. I think after the day I've had, I need a mask."

You smiled at your boyfriend. Your glad your skincare is rubbing off on him because you wanted him to relax (you also didn't want him to age badly). "Of course, baby! Just uh, go take a quick shower and we can get started!"

He didn't even have the energy to be offended at your underlining comment so he just nodded and went into your bathroom, closing the door.

As he showered, you got the candy and popcorn ready. He got out and he sighed in relaxation. He then looked at the bowl next to your bed to find his favorite candy. "Ooo."

He took a handful before you came in with a huge grin on your face. "Okay, we have either a peach collagen mask or a vitamin d matcha mask."

He laughed immaturely at the mention of D. "Vitamin D, of course."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you put down the other mask, opening the vitamin d sheet mask. "Did you wash your face?" You asked before putting it on.

"Yes."

"With my CeraVe cleanser?"

He nodded and sighed as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. But if you asked him that a few months ago, he would've asked who CeraVe was and what a cleanser is. You're glad you've taught him well.

You smiled at that, nodding. "Good."

You put on the mask and John B felt his muscles relaxing from your soft touch, and the gentleness of the sheet mask on his face. "This feels so nice. I can't remember a time when I didn't use masks."

"Mhm, I bet your skin feels the same."

He sighed contently as you fully adjusted the mask to his face. You walked away towards your mini-fridge to get a Jade roller. You went back to John B and started massaging his face with it.

"Wow, this feels nice. Is how the rich feel?" John B commented as you laughed.

You kept massaging for a few minutes before stopping, making John B groan. You rolled your eyes.

"My arms hurt, John B, I can't do this until it dries."

He sighed and nodded, "Okay fine."

John B then went to go sit on your bed and turn on the TV as you put your mask on. John B then went to the bedside table and grabbed the popcorn, eating it happily.

You smiled at your boyfriend. You're glad that he feels better now. You got into the bed too, taking some of the popcorn and eating it.

"Okay, babe. It's your pick, what're we watching?"

"21 Jump Street."

You sighed. "... Again?"

"Oh shush, I know you love staring at Channing Tatum."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing it was true.

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notsofunsenpai · 1 month

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Enemies to Lovers?

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You guys didn't really like each other,you guys were constantly at each other throats. You would purposely eat his food,make all his white shirts pink by 'accidentally', leaving a pink sock in his laundry, or lock him outside of your shared dorm. Kenji is petty,he would move your chair as you were about to sit down. He blasts his music, especially Prince,he'll purposely ruin your meal by 'accidentally' putting something nasty on it,he'll purposely ruin your homework by pouring water on it or just straight up give you the wrong answer if he knows it,he'll wake you up in the early hours of the morning with the tv as he plays on his xbox or whatever gaming console he has or he'll rat you out to the professor if you are talking or thinking about cheating. You had to be careful. You knew if you got on his bad side, he'll give you hell and what for. You tried to switch dorms, but they said no and told you to suffer basically. Now, here you are, laying wide awake with your pillow over your head,trying to sleep, but your lovely roommate was keeping you up with him chatting up a storm with someone on the phone. He's been talking for hours,glancing at the clock that read three in the morning you had enough. You got up,jumping off of the top bunk,going to the sofa where he sat and grabbing his phone, hanging up on the person.

"Hey! Wasn't done talking!" Kenji glares at you.

"It's three in the morning. Go to sleep,im trying to get my beauty sleep."

"You need more than sleep to make you look ten times better." He retorts,snatching his phone back.

"Excuse me?!" You said, feeling your blood boil.

"You're excuse. "He gives you a smirk.

God is testing your patience with this man.

"Will you fuck off?"

"Nope,i love annyoing you." He then went to the bunk bed,climb up the latter and purposely laid in your spot to piss you off more.

"Hey! That's my spot! Get off!"

"Make me."

You could have just laid in his bed or the couch, but no,you wanted YOUR bed. You knew you weren't strong enough to grab him by his feet and drag him out of bed,so what you did was climb up the latter and try pushing him off.

It didn't end well.

Within five minutes of trying to push him off,he decided to roll over on top of you, then ended up falling asleep pretty quickly. You practically cursed to yourself for not just taking the couch or his bed,you have this idiot on you snoring like a bear. Man,you would rather have him talking for hours than hear him snoring into your ear. You then felt him nuzzle into your neck,which took you by surprised,you didn't even know what to do for a second. Then you felt yourself become grossed out as you felt drool on your neck,god its gonna be a long night.

You managed to fall asleep within an hour or so,Kenji would wake up,groaning in the process. He was thirsty,he's always thirsty but for a different reason, this time he actually needed water. He then also realized he fell asleep on you. He admired how peaceful you looked and had to admit you looked cute like this and not talking back to him. He smiles softly at you,kissing the top of your head as he carefully got off of 'his' bed,basically jumping off the top and landing on his feet. He went to the mini fridge and got him some water,drinking the bottle and then letting out a satisfying gasp. Cold Water hits differently in the morning, when you're craving it. He throws the bottle away in the trash can,he climbed back into your bed,laying next to you,putting the blanket on you and him,wrapping his muscular arm around you as he tells you good night,going back to sleep as well.

He can't wait to annoy you later on♡

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teogmy · 11 months

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Miguel O’hara

If anyone else was to see the red scratch marks that had been left all over his back and arms, they would have thought that he had been brutally attacked. They might even ask him what happened, but if they did ask he knew he wouldn't be able to answer them since he hadn't been attacked. The person responsible for these marks wasn't in any danger either.

Miguel rolls out of bed and he picks up his clothes from off the floor and he tosses them into his laundry bin. He's in nothing but a t-shirt and his boxers. He stretches his arms above his head and lets out a yawn before he walks into his bathroom. He looks in the mirror at his messy hair and he looks at the bruises that litter his neck, jawline, and chest. His hands glide over the red scratches that had been left on his arms and he takes off his shirt to see if there were any more that he didn't see. He turns around and faces his back to the mirror, he turns his head to see if there's any on his back and there are. He sighs and he puts his shirt back on, he washes his face and he brushes his teeth before he goes back into his room and when he does he finds you still sleeping. After what you two did last night, he would've expected you to sleep longer than usual so he wasn't surprised. He walks over to his bed and he kisses your forehead and he adjusts your pillow before he leaves the room and he makes his way downstairs where he makes himself something to eat. He grabs his ingredients and he puts them all together and he makes some pancakes. He makes more than he usually would since you're here. He makes some coffee and he eats his breakfast. When he finished his food he washes the dishes and puts them away, he then goes into the living room. He sits on the couch and he gets comfortable before he grabs the remote and turns the TV on. He switches between a few channels before he finds something to watch. Since he's woken up he keeps thinking about what you two did last night, it's not like he hated it. If anything he wanted more, much more. He can't help but think about and remember the things that you two did last night.

You were in your study, reading and drinking a hot cup of tea when you heard a knock at the front door. You open it to find your boyfriend standing there with pizza in one hand and a few bags of groceries in the other. You smile at him and move out of the way so that he can get inside, you also hold the door for him. You take the pizza out of his hand and put it onto the kitchen island, while he slides off his shoes.

"How's your day been baby?"

He asks, while putting the bag of groceries onto one of the dining room chairs.

"It was good and I got a lot of work done, I missed you though."

You tell him. He has this stupid smile on his face and he can't get rid of it.

"I wasn't gone for that long, was I?"

He asks,

"Yeah you were, you were gone all morning."

He finishes unpacking the bag and he starts putting the items away while you eat some pizza.

"I'm sorry love, I'll be home all day tomorrow though."

He says, opening the fridge to put some drinks in. You look him up and down, his physique was no joke. This man was ripped and on top of that he's handsome. He was wearing black sweatpants, a black compression shirt, and black socks.

"What are you staring at?"

He asks, and that's when you realize that you were daydreaming while staring at him.

"Nothing."

You say, quickly. A small smile appears on his face,

"Were you staring at me?"

He asks with his left eyebrow slightly raised, he takes a slice of pizza from the box. He stands across from where you're standing, the kitchen island separating you two. He leans down so he can rest his arms on the island and you look away from him.

"It's okay love, you can be honest."

He says, taking a bite of his pizza. You finish your slice and walk away, he sits up and smiles. He loves it when you get shy and run off, he finds it cute but you find it embarrassing. But when you get shy you don't know what else to do so running off is your only option.

An hour passes and he leaves the kitchen to find you laying on the couch, he walks over and he kisses the top of your head before he goes to the bathroom, he walks into the bedroom and he closes the door behind him so he can get undressed. He takes a cold shower, and when he gets out he grabs his towel. He dries his body and he uses the towel to dry his hair, when he's done he wraps the towel around his waist and his hair is still pretty damp. He brushes his teeth and leaves the bathroom. He grabs some shorts and a t-shirt to wear and when he's done getting dressed he lays on the bed. He lays there for a while before he turns on the TV.

Hours have passed and you walk into the bedroom to lay down, you find him laying down watching TV.

"Come here."

He says, and you walk over to him. He sits up and he opens his arms up for you to give him a hug. You hug him and before you can pull away, he pulls you onto the bed. He lays his back against the headboard and you lay your head on his chest. He has one hand on your lower back and the other is in your hair, your hands are behind his back. You nestle your head into his chest and you can feel him chuckle,

"You're so cute."

He coos. You both fall asleep like that and when you wake up he's already getting dressed.

"Where are you going?"

You ask, rubbing your eyes.

"You mean we? I was just about to wake you up. I found this nice restaurant and I'm gonna take you there."

You get out of bed, and you stretch before you drag your feet to the bathroom. You didn't get to see his entire outfit but by the looks of it, he's probably going to wear black dress pants with a white dressy shirt and a tie. You love seeing him dress like that, he looks amazing in everything but especially suits. While you're showering he's in the living room waiting for you, two hours pass. He left the room at 7:34. It's now 9:35 and you leave the bedroom. When the bedroom door opens he stands up and when he turns around he sees you walking down the hallway. He looks surprised he's standing next to the couch with his mouth slightly agape.

"What? Do I look bad?"

You ask him.

"No no, not at all. You look great."

He says and he checks the time on his phone.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to be a little late."

He says walking towards you and you giggle. He smiles at you and pulls you into a hug,

"I'm messing around. But baby, you're stunning and I love the dress."

He lifts up your face with his index finger, and he holds your face while he kisses you and you hold his wrists while kissing him back. He breaks the kiss and he holds your hand,

"Let's get going."

You both already have your shoes on, and you have your purse with you. He grabs the house keys and his car keys. He walks you outside and opens the passenger side door for you. You get into the car and he closes the door, he walks around to the drivers side and he gets in. He starts the car and backs out of the driveway. The drive there was nice, but he couldn't stop thinking about getting you home and getting you naked.

When he gets to the restaurant he walks you inside with his hand on your lower back. He noticed how many people looked your way and he couldn't blame them, you're beautiful. He was just happy that people got the memo and didn't approach you while you were with him.

While you two eat you both crack jokes and talk about random stuff, there isn't a lot to talk about since you do live with one another but the conversation is still interesting.

"Work is driving me mad."

You tell him, he gives you a smile.

"How come?"

"They set me up with a partner, right? But that's not my problem. You know how in high school there would always be that one person who does nothing? That's exactly what my partner is like."

He chuckles,

"Tell your boss, or just do it on your own."

You roll your eyes,

"I can't do it on my own and my boss doesn't really like me."

His ears perk up,

"What do you mean? Why doesn't your boss like you?"

You sigh,

"Because during a meeting he said something and I corrected him. I guess he's never been corrected before in his life."

He chuckles and takes a sip of his water,

"Clearly not."

He states. You both keep continue talking and when you both finish your food he pays for the bill and when you both get back in the car and he asks,

"How was it?"

You turn to look at him and you turn his face to yours and you kiss him.

"It was great, thank you baby."

He licks his lips and smiles,

"Anything for you, love."

He says, putting the car into reverse and reversing out of the parking lot. He puts the car in drive and he makes his way back to the house. The drive back was nice as well, he drove through the city so you got to look at all the huge buildings and flashing lights on your way back home.

He pulls into the driveway and he turns the car off, he gets out, walks around the car, and he opens the passenger side door for you. When you get out he closes the door and locks the car, he follows you inside and locks the front door when you both get inside the house. You're about to take off your shoes when he stops you, he kneels down and takes them off for you.

He does things like this all the time and the crazy part is that he's been like this since you two got together. He always holds doors open for you, when walking on the sidewalk he's the one who's facing the road, he takes your shoes off for you, he takes your coats off for you, he always brings home something whether its food or jewelry, and he's always respectful.

When he gets your shoes off he stands up and kisses your forehead,

"How about we watch a movie?"

He asks, as he slips out of his own shoes.

"Sure, I'll find something to watch!"

You exclaim. He smiles at you before he leaves and makes his way to the bedroom, you go to the living room and sit on the couch. You look for a movie to watch. While he's in the bedroom, he goes to the bathroom and he takes a shower and when he gets out of the room he joins you on the couch.

"Do you wanna go change? I'll make some popcorn."

You nod your head and you get up to go to the bedroom. He heads to the kitchen, grabs a bag of popcorn, and he puts it into the microwave. When you're done showering and changing you leave the room and you make your way back to the living room. He's man spreading on the couch and you sit next to him, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and he pulls you closer to him. You press 'play' on the movie and you both enjoy one another's presence while watching a mystery movie. You feel someone staring at you so you turn to look at him and he's looking at you. He gives you a shy smile and he looks away, you hold his face and turn his head so that he's looking at you. You kiss him and he kisses you back, the kiss turns into way more than just a kiss. He has you sit on his lap, your hands are in his hair and he has his arms wrapped around your waist. You break the kiss, a line of saliva connecting your lips and he pulls you in for another. He breaks the kiss to look for the remote to turn off the TV while you leave wet kisses on his neck. He finds it and he pauses the movie, he picks you up and carries you back to the room. He lays you on the bed,

"If you want me to stop, tell me."

You nod your head and he starts kissing your neck, you have one hand on the back of his head and the other is resting on his shoulders. He slides your shorts down and he leaves them somewhere on the floor, he takes off his sweats and does the same. He stops kissing your neck so that he can stand up. He takes his shirt off and pulls his boxers off and you do the same. He crawls in between your legs and he brings them up so you can wrap them around his waist. He kisses down your neck to your collarbone while he positions himself with hands on either side of your head. You rest your hands on his back and once he starts sliding his dick into your pussy your back arches and toes curl.

"F-Fuck."

You whine, he lets out a low moan and he starts to set the pace. His thrusts are slow but deep, you can feel his tip kissing your cervix. You dig your nails into his back while you moan and whine, he smiles down at you before he sits up. He puts your legs over his shoulders and he leans down. But this time he pounds into you without any mercy.

His favorite thing about being on top is watching your facial expressions change. When he picks up the pace and your moans only get louder,

"Mn, you feel so fucking good."

He groans, leaning down to kiss you. You grab his face and kiss him back. The kisses are sloppy and you both moan in between these kisses.

He could never get enough of you, your plump lips, your pretty eyes, and it wasn't just your face that made him feel some sort of way.

"Just like that baby, take it."

He whines in your ear. You dig your nails into his back again but this time you drag your fingers down, earning a low groan from him. He licks your earlobe and starts sucking on your neck,

"S-Shit."

You whine. You bite your bottom lip while he continues kissing, licking, biting, and sucking your neck. You can feel that knot tightening and you know that you're seconds away from cumming on his dick. You have one hand in his hair and the other resting on his shoulder, he picks the pace and at this point you're a moaning mess. You dig your nails into his shoulder and you can feel him smile against your neck. He leaves a few sloppy kisses on your neck before he picks his head up. His cheeks are red, his lips are wet, his eyes are low, and his brows are furrowed. You loved seeing him like that,

"Do-Don't look at me like that."

He moans, panting. His hair sticking to his forehead and his thrusts slow down, and you had assumed that you'd be able to get on top of him and finish him off. But instead, he sits up and pulls your hips into him. You gasp and he smiles at you, he knows you're about to cum so he takes one of his hands and he massages your clit while he keeps thrusting into you. You dig your nails into his forearms and your back arches, he loved the sound of you cursing his name.

"Don't f-fucking stop, Miguel."

You moan, he watches you buck your hips into his.

"God, she looks so fucking good like this."

He thinks to himself while you make eye contact with him. That pretty expression on your face, and just as he's admiring you he can feel your walls clench around his dick.

"You want me to speed up?"

He asks, a small smile on his face. You nod your head and he does as you ask, he puts more pressure on your bundle of nerves and his thrusts get faster. Your mouth is slightly open, your back is arched, you can't focus your eyes, your whole body feels warm, and your nails are digging into his forearms. You feel that knot in your stomach loosen and you cum on his dick, his thrusts slow down and he keeps rubbing your clit in circular motions until you come down from your high. He leans down to kiss you while your cum coats his dick, you hold his face and he takes his hand off your hip to take your legs off his shoulders. He holds your thigh against his hip, while you two make out.

Your breathing goes back to normal and he pulls out, he leans down and he kisses you all over your face.

"Another round?"

He asks, and you nod your head. He leans up against the headboard and you straddle his lap. You slowly lower yourself onto his dick and he lets out a low moan when you’ve taken him whole, he wraps his arms around your waist while you slowly start bouncing up and down on his dick.

“Mn, fuck.”

He moans, he lets go of your waist and you lean back, resting your hands in the empty space between his legs and you adjust your legs so that you’re riding on your feet.

“I-I’m not gonna last long like this.”

He groans, watching your face contort with pleasure, your tits bouncing up and down, and the way his dick disappears into your pussy every time you lower yourself down. You sit back up and he rests his hands on your thighs, you wrap your arms around his neck and you kiss him. He kisses you back and his hands move up to your lower back and ass. He grabs and squeezes your ass while you lazily kiss down from his lips to his neck, where you litter more purple and red bruises. His moans get louder and his voice is getting shaky, you can tell he’s about to cum so you start kissing his jawline. You grab his face and you start kissing him again, and this time when you move down on his dick he keeps you there while he cums inside of you. You smile into the kiss while he’s desperate for more. You get off his lap and you settle in between his legs, you lean down and take his dick in your hand,

“I-I’m still sens-.”

You cut him off when you start circling your tongue around his tip.

“F-Fuck.”

He stutters. He looks down at you with half lidded eyes and his chest heaving up and down. When you start sucking him off you make sure to run your tongue against his shaft. You pick up the pace and his moans get louder, you look up at him and he bites his bottom lip. He puts his hands on the back of your head guiding you,

“C-Can I?”

He asks, you nod and he pushes your head all the way down his shaft and you gag. He keeps you there for a few seconds before he lets your head go. Spit falls from your mouth and onto his dick and lower stomach. You jerk him off while you suck his balls,

“I-I’m gonna cum.”

He groans. You pick your head up and you watch his face contort while you move your hands up and down his shaft. You twist your hands up and down and occasionally squeeze his shaft and you can feel his dick twitching in the palms of your hands. You suck his tip, and just like that he shoots his load at the back of your throat.

You sit up and turn around, getting on your hands and knees you lean forward and down so that your chest is on the bed and your ass is in the air. He grabs your hips while he slowly inserts his dick into your pussy and you both let out a moan when he bottoms out, you can feel his dick stretching you out. His pace is steady and his thrusts are deep, his grunts and moans are almost angelic. He praises you,

“Fuck, you look so good like this.”

“Just like that baby, match my pace.”

He leans down and he leaves wet kisses on your shoulders,

“You’re so perfect.”

He moans in your ear, he sits up and adjusts his position. His hands are on either side of your torso and at this angle his dick hits your g-spot which causes you to curse his name.

“Mngh, fuck, Miguel, just like that!”

His pants and grunts get louder the harder he thrusts into you, and your moans and whines get more frequent. He pulls all the way out and slams himself back in, he does this a few more times before you cum on his dick and he cums inside of you. He pulls out and lays down, he pulls you to lay on top of him and you lay your head on his chest while you both catch your breath, you can hear his heart beating and his heavy panting. You both lay there for a while before you get up to use the bathroom and take a shower, when you’re done he does the same and at the time he didn’t notice the marks that you had left, but in the morning he sure would.

3794 words - smut

#fanfic #smut #smut fanfiction #oneshot #miguel o'hara #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse

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mueritos · 8 months

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Is this ur second time living in the dorm if so what do u recommend are dorm must haves as a first dormer or trans guy? Also what if I’m trans and go to uni who do I tell I wanna be call a certain name?

it is! i lived in a dorm during undergrad for one semester, and i'll be dorming this entire yr in graduate housing. You generally have waaay more freedom in graduate housing because rules are looser, but undergrad dorming usually means there's RAs who will regularly do room checks and depending on who your RA is, they will either care or not give a shit. If you're on HRT, i recommend getting a container that locks or can be hidden away to store your supplies. I never did this because I dormed in singles (so no roommates in the same room), but it might be useful if you don't know your roommate and to prevent people from getting into it. It woud be fucking odd if someone tried to get into your HRT anyway, but it can be useful to ensure nothing happens to it. Other than that, I can't think of anything else that is trans specific for dorming (besides the trans flag to salute to). If you mean must haves in general, I find I really love 1. decorations/pictures of loved ones, 2. an appliance like a keurig, water heater, or rice cooker (if possible/can hide it from ra), 3. a step-stool and a folding grocery cart (if you do your own groceries or for laundry), 4. something cozy like a blanket or stuffed animal, 5. something fun :) I usually brought my guitar with me (didn't for grad housing unfortunately), but don't be afraid to bring card games, board games, video games, a TV (if it fits), books, etc and etc :)

if you want to change your name in your uni registration, I would either contact your school's LGBTQ center to see if they have someone there who does that already (in my undergrad, it was our queer chaplain and they helped people change names and gender markers in the system). If you don't have an LGBTQ center, try reaching out to registrar to see if you can put a different name. I would also email your professors ahead of time (if you're worried) to let them know you go by that name and that if a different name shows on the roster to refer to the one you gave.

hope that helped!

#muertoresponds #trans stuff #if anyone else has any other tips feel free to drop em in the notes!#obviously u want toiletries and supplies and your clothes n stuff #but its important to make ur dorm feel like your space and to feel like you can be there a lot if u want to #so make it sensory friendly as much as possible make it easy to live in and make it fun to be in #youre gonna be there for several months so may as well get settled!

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justanothersimsblog · 8 months

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Rounding up the OC Parenting Questions with Ibis

• How many children does your OC have?

So far he has the one and he didn't even plan on it so he's hoping this is it.

• Which child tends to receive the most attention? Why?

The one and only. Except he hasn't really given her attention due to barely knowing of her existence.

• What personal trait would your OC prefer their child/ children to develop? (kindness, sense of humor, independence, assertiveness, etc)

He expects her to be smart and hopes for a good sense of humor. He doesn't want a nerd though 🤪

• What is your OC’s greatest area of weakness as a parent? Their greatest strength?

Well so far the big weakness would be him not being there, even if it's not his fault. It also doesn't bode well for him that he always said he never wanted kids. However for strength he, first of, has money so kid is set, and most of all he's now convinced that he wants to do right by her and protect her.

• What negative events from your OC’s childhood are important for your OC to shield their own child/children from?

Having the pink hair meant that from a young age he was sought after. While he loved the attention he learned that those seeking him wanted to steal his powers for themselves. He definitely doesn't want anyone going after his daughter, kidnap her and take her powers.

We also can't forget what happened with the sphinx and as much as he'd love to never see "that bitch" again, he knows that not only he has to go back, but he's gonna have to take his daughter at some point.

• What is your OC’s parenting style? Strict? Permissive? Absent?

Lol so far it's been absent.

• If your OC is raising children with a partner, how well do they work as a team in their parenting?

I mean she's doing all the work at the moment but he's insisting now to handle the financial side. He's mad she didn't let him sooner.

• Where does your OC want their child/children to grow? (City, suburbs, countryside, van life, etc?) Why?

He likes his hometown and either city or the suburbs where he lived sound fine to him. He just wants it to be a good place.

• How often does your OC’s child/children get to see/meet their extended family?

Well so far it's been 0 but hopefully soon she'll be meeting everyone on dad's side. As for mom's extended family she has never met them nor is she likely to since she's the reason they disinherited mom.

• What does your OC want their child/children to have that they never had?

Freedom. Now this is bullshit but obviously Ibis feels like there was stuff he couldn't do/places he couldn't go so he'd "bowed" that he'd let his kids do what he couldn't. Let's see how his tune sings when he becomes more hands on lol.

• What does your OC think about feeding their child/children junk food? (Rarely, on occasion, every day etc)

It's ok? It's also useless because vampire and all but otherwise no big opinion.

• What is your OC’s pocket money/ spending allowance philosophy?

Have all the money! We're rich, why worry? Spend away. YOLO

• Would your OC put a TV in their child/children’s room?

Sure? I mean he had one for a while. He uses his phone more though.

• Does you OC believe children should take part in household chores?

Ironically yes. So he grew up being encouraged to "help out" and using specific chores as punishment (which happened to him a lot lmao) but he actually liked it, especially laundry. So he'd use the same "help out" philosophy.

• What is your OC’s brand name buying philosophy for their child/children?

Have it all? Again, we're rich! He grew up with brands and wanting more brands so like why wouldn't his kid have the same?

• How far apart did your OC space their children? Why?

Just the one. It wasn't planned.

• How does your OC feel about drinking alcohol or smoking in front of their child/children?

He does both and it hasn't occurred to him that maybe he shouldn't do this in front of her. One day someone will point it out but first he's gotta be around.

• Does your OC believe in eating together as a family every night?

🤣

I don't even know what to address first. The vampire angle. The fact he's not really part of the household. Take your pick.

• Does your OC have any special traditions they would want to pass along to their child/children?

He'll realize it later but he wants to pass down his empire.

As much as he hates the sphinx he *does* want to travel with his kid and do all the traditional family-vampire things he did with his dad. Again, he hasn't thought about this yet, he's still mostly processing her existence.

#Deadwyler #Deadwylers #Ibis Deadwyler

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itrin · 1 year

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damien's character questionnaire!

so i did the character questionnaire thing following wisteria-lodge's post for damien because I thought it would be fun and it was!!! love this guy he's got so many issues!! I encourage all damien brainwom sufferers to also do this and throw ur own hat into the ring!

anyways:

What is the character’s go-to drink order? black coffee, and damien likes to make it himself because the routine of it lets him pretend, at least for a few minutes, that he can be a person. he doesn't really care about blends or the roasts, usually just grabs whatever off the shelf; if the place he's staying at only had a kettle, he'll take instant coffee. (damien would never admit this on pain of death but: he has a massive sweet tooth too, and if he gets a barista to add whipped cream or cold foam to his coffee, then that's his business. and if u saw damien with a frappe, no you didn't.) he opts for black coffee because he thinks that's what he supposed to drink -- that's what his persona, crafted over years, is supposed to drink. he saw something on TV that said "adults drink black coffee."

What is their grooming routine? he has none lol. he has none. no one talked to him about it, no one told him about any of it. he cuts his own hair with a shitty pair of dollar store scissors when he feels like it because he can't stand the intimacy of a barber. he hacks at his hair in a shitty bathroom somewhere, and he showers with whatever soap set the hotel/motel provides.

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? uh.

Do they have any scars or tattoos? there's a very faded burn scar on his wrist from his first time cooking for himself, after his parents left. he learned how to properly handle a hot pan that day. he has a nick somewhere from the first few times he's had to shave, before he knew how to angle a razor. a little indent on his ear, minuscule really -- the first time he went to a barber and he just kept running his hands through his hair and damien wanted him to keep doing it because it felt good then freaked out about it and violently flinched away, making the barber nip him on accident.

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? he does not cry easy, he hates crying. he thinks it's a sign of vulnerability, of humanity, and he is not human. robert was human, robert cried like a baby, and robert was thrown away, but. damien doesn't cry... mark left, though, and he closed the door behind him when he walked out and damien slid to the floor and.

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? only child.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. fucking ratty, worn, filthy things because damien already has to wash his clothes in the laundry, why would he put in the effort of cleaning his shoes?? they're for the ground, they're meant to be dirty.

Describe the place where they sleep. wherever he can. his childhood bed in an empty, dark, silent house. during damien's first years out in the world, he would sleep in whatever car he was driving, and sometimes it was a luxury one with heated seats. then as he got more control, he slept in california kings in mansions and penthouses, bed and pillows so soft with down and silk that he could almost sink through them. as he got more experience along with that control, he usually went for understated but nice condos where he could convince the landlord that he'd already paid. blending in was safer. damien hates sleeping beside windows, the sun rays always woke him up too early no matter how tightly he closed the curtains and blinds.

What is their favorite holiday? he tells people it's halloween because he thinks that's what he's supposed to say; it fits with his vibe, his persona, right? but really, he feels detached from all holidays -- all the kids going out with their parents and groups of friends laughing together on the street. every holiday required someone else to celebrate with, and damien couldn't stand any of them. he hated christmas, out of all of the others. he liked fourth of july and new years, though; he would park his car on a high cliff and watch the fireworks, dazzled by the sky).

What objects do they always carry around with them? phone, but really, what would he need to? he has nothing. and can get anything. post-canon, damien gets a wallet, small and worn and ratty but it does its job.

#damien gorham #damien the bright sessions #damien tbs

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Lenny realizing he finally has the stable family he never had as a kid

Sundays are good.

Yes, he's tired from the gig the night before, but when he wakes up in the morning, Midge is using him as a pillow, and he can hear the TV playing softly in the living room, meaning at least one kid is awake.

He messily grabs for his watch on his bedside table and squints. Eight.

"Sweetheart," he mutters. "We have about ten minutes before the kids bust down the door."

She huffs and snuggles in closer. "That's not enough time for a quickie."

"We'll fit one in tonight after we put 'em to bed," he promises.

Midge giggles a little against his chest. "Fit one in."

He laughs. "Midge."

"Getting it out of my system before-"

"Mama!" Esther calls, swinging open the door. "Mama the milkman skipped us again. Did you call him a bad name?"

Midge lifts her head and thinks for a moment. "No. Yes. Maybe. I'll fix it."

"What did you say to the milkman?" Lenny asks, bewildered.

"Nothing a grown adult can't handle," Midge promises.

"I'm making toast!" Kitty calls from the kitchen. "Who wants toast?!"

"Me!" Lenny calls, and is joined by everyone else in the house. "I'll go help."

Midge holds him tighter. "Esther go away for a second."

"But-"

"Shoo, we'll be right out."

She does, and once she's gone, Midge leans in and kisses Lenny slowly.

It's easy to fall into it, wrap his arms around her and hold her close.

She smiles against his lips. "Mm. Morning."

"Good morning, Wife-shaped person in my bed," he teases.

She grins and they both get up and start getting ready for the day.

*****

Everyone eats toast. The kids drink juice and the adults drink coffee, and they watch a little TV together before the flurry of activity starts up again.

Ethan heads out to play baseball with some friends, and Kitty and Esther go to the park, taking snacks and jump ropes with them. Lily is too small to go without a grownup, but she does get handed off to Rose a little while later so Abe can give her a piano lesson.

They spend the afternoon doing some cleaning, and working on their acts, and Lenny winds up being the one to call the milkman, telling him Midge has a deep psychosis that causes her to say terrible things, but also, he's got to stop rubbing her long-ago divorce in her face.

It goes south from there.

"How'd it go?" Midge asks as she folds laundry in their bedroom.

Lenny flops down face first onto the bed. "I call him a twat waffle."

Midge bursts into surprised laughter. "Lenny!"

"I'm right!"

"We're never getting milk again," Midge keeps laughing. "Ethan will murder us all."

Lenny rolls over, grinning as he rubs his face. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine," Midge shakes her head. "We'll figure it out."

"Maybe we can let Ethan kill the milkman and then we'll have a new one who doesn't know you're on your second marriage."

Midge laughs again and sits down next to him, kissing him softly. "We'll figure it out."

*****

Ethan comes home and grabs a shower, and the girls get back from the park. Rose and Abe come over with Lily and stay for dinner as Midge cooks for everyone, and Lenny plays cards with the kids on the floor.

"Really, Lenny they can entertain themselves," Rose points out.

"They're the ones entertaining me," Lenny grins at her.

They all eat dinner together, and Lenny cuts up Lily's food for her, simultaneously making sure Esther doesn't pilfer anyone's wine.

It's nice.

It's really nice.

Abe and Rose don't stay too late, eager to get home and turn in so they can get up early in the morning, and eventually they manage to get the kitchen clean and the kids to bed.

"it's funny," he says quietly as they get ready for bed. "When I was a kid I always wanted this. Just...normal days spent with family. And then when I got older, I told myself I didn't want it anymore. That it was boring. That it wasn't for me."

"I hate to break it to you," Midge says, wrapping her arms around his middle. "But we're not that normal. You called the milkman a twat waffle."

"I'm still-"

She kisses him deeply before he can finish that sentence, and he drops the subject in favor of holding her close.

"So you wanted this as a kid," she says softly. "And then you told yourself you didn't want it. And now you have it. How does it feel?"

Lenny takes a breath, thinking that over. "Good. Milkman drama notwithstanding."

Midge laughs softly and tugs him towards the bed.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny

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primatechnosynthpop · 8 months

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If You Push Them Too Hard, They're Going To Break

Part 2

[Part 1]

"I'm going out witch hunting. Wish me luck."

Jemaine glanced reproachfully up at Bret from his spot on the couch. "What? I thought we were going to have band practice."

That was a blatant lie. He'd sat down to watch tv, not practice; his bass wasn't even in the same room. But he hoped, vainly, that appealing to the band would convince Bret to come down from all this magical girl nonsense.

No such luck. "Can't right now," Bret said with an apologetic half-shrug. "I need to get a grief seed or I'll run out of magic."

Jemaine scowled. "What do you need magic for, anyway? Just stop using it and you won't run out."

Bret narrowed his eyes. Jemaine was impossible to deal with when he got stubborn like this. (Jemaine, incidentally, was thinking the same thing about Bret right about then). "I'm going, man. You can't stop me."

Jemaine gave an annoyed little grumble and turned his back on Bret, shoulders squared. Bret nearly made it out the door before he spoke up again.

"Are you going with Murray again?"

"No, he'd just make me fight another familiar."

"Yeah, but at least you'd have someone with you... even if it's just Murray."

Despite himself, Bret's lips twitched into a slight smile at that remark. That confirmed his suspicions: Jemaine was only giving him a hard time about this half because he was a dickhead, and half because he was worried. It was sweet, really. At the same time, he had to roll his eyes. Did Jemaine really think he couldn't handle himself alone on one single witch hunt?

"I'll be fine, Jemaine," he promised, and headed out the door.

He found the entrace to a witch's labyrinth outside a laundromat-- not the one he and Jemaine usually went to, but a more run-down one in a different neighbourhood, with paint peeling off the walls. It was just spooky enough to be the perfect place for a witch to hide.

When he stepped through the threshold, the world folded into what looked like a lived-in house. Laundry was strewn over the carpeted floor, some of it bearing suspicious stains. There were also recycling bags stuffed with something that Bret elected with a queasy feeling in his gut not to look too hard at, but it definitely wasn't recycling. And there were a few suitcases with papers covered in runes spilling out. He tiptoed gingerly around all the mess, shuddering each time his foot brushed up against something.

In the living room there was a tv full of static that kept playing the same distorted footage of a couple on loop. It looked like a home movie. It would show a man and woman sitting around, having dinner, doing chores, and then suddenly short out before restarting. Bret stood and watched it repeat for a while. It almost put him in a trance.

Just as his eyes were beginning to cross, a shadow fell across him and he turned just in time to see an electric toothbrush with blades for bristles flying at him. In a flash his bow appeared in his hand and he knocked the familiar away with it. It went down easy, much easier than the cutlery familiar he'd helped Murray deal with the other night, but three more quickly took its place, forming a barricade blocking off a nearby door. Summoning three arrows from the ether, Bret notched and fired them all at once with far more skill than he would have had pre-magic. Only one arrow hit the mark, but that was enough to clear a space for him to charge through into the next room.

Now that the witch's familiars knew he was there, it was time to transform. Actually, it had been time to transform before he entered the labyrinth, but Bret could be forgetful and it was better late than never. He tossed his soul gem high in the air and let the magic pour down and wrap around him, compelling him to twist and twirl in an elegant dance as his magical outfit appeared on him piece by piece.

A snug brown leather vest with short puffy white sleeves and a lacy white undershirt. A dress with two layers, the outer layer delicate white crochet that sparkled like fresh snow and the inner layer fluffy brown wool. Ballet slippers with ribbons that wound all the way up to his knees. An ornament in his hair decorated with black-tipped gray and white feathers. Finally, a belt designed like a keyboard, with his soul gem fastened to it.

Bret made his way through the twisting corridors of the house-themed labyrinth at a quick pace, alternately shooting down attacking familiars or just knocking them aside with his bow when he was in a hurry. Finally, he kicked down a door and burst into what must have been the main chamber. It looked like a bedroom. More of the dirty clothes that decorated the labyrinth were piled up at the foot of a massive bed in the middle of the room. On or rather in that bed, an amorphous mass churned and shuddered beneath the blankets. Bret froze at the sight of it, blood running cold. That was the witch. He could tell as soon as he saw it.

Cautiously, he stepped toward the bed, drawing back his bowstring. Before he could fire, something shot out from the bed. It moved too fast for him to see-- all he caught a glimpse of was a grayish blur-- but suddenly a weight like a twelve-ton truck slammed into his chest.

Bret flew back across the room and thudded against the door, which had closed behind him as soon as he entered even though he'd kicked it down. Things didn't have to make sense in witch labyrinths. He slid to the ground, stunned. His vision whited out for a second there and he had to blink several times to clear up the blur, and his ears rang, but overall he hurt less than expected. Less than it felt like he should. The blow had knocked his weapon out of his hand and he couldn't see where it landed, but luckily it was magic and he could just make a new one appear.

Bret ran around the bottom of the bed, firing off arrows left and right. It was a huge target, hard to miss, but his shots bounced harmlessly off the blankets. Sometimes he caught flashes of brown or pink in the gaps between the sheets. When he managed to land an arrow through one of those gaps, the witch screeched and he knew he was onto something.

Problem was, those precision shots were hard to line up. When he got too close the blurry thing that hit him before would pop out again. After seeing it a few times he identified it semi-confidently as a socked foot, scaled up to match the size of the bed. He was pretty proud of himself for figuring that out. Unfortunately, knowing what the giant appendage was didn't stop it from pummeling him in the head. He fell, skidding across the carpet, and a couple more toothbrush familiars took the opportunity to dive-bomb him while he was down. Gritting his teeth, Bret rolled out of the familiars' way and jumped to his feet. This time when the foot came at him he shot it with an arrow, leaving a clean hole through fabric and flesh alike. The witch roared. While it was incapacitated, he jumped.

Maybe it was the ballet slippers that were part of his uniform, but he could move a lot more nimbly now. He leapt ten feet in the air, doing a flip along the way, and barely wobbled at all when he landed atop one of the witch's four elaborately carved bedposts. At this rate his days of getting his head stuck in a chair were over. He aimed his weapon down at the churning sea of blankets below him and waited until they were parted just so until...

Spla-thock! His arrow drove deep into a sliver of the witch's exposed flesh. It screeched and thrashed around violently. Bret stumbled back at the rough motion, nearly losing his footing. He fired off another shot, but this one went wide. The witch bellowed, its body shook, and its shield of blankets parted like a theatre curtain to fully reveal what Bret had only caught brief glimpses of up until then.

The witch's inner body looked like two naked human figures melded together, but all the limbs were sticking out of the wrong places and there were no faces. The whole thing was covered in a sort of ooze, and it pulsated rhythmically. Bret shuddered at the sight of it.

Determined to get this fight over with as quick as possible, he pulled as many arrows out of the ether as could fit along the length of his bow and lined them all up at once. He concentrated on the shot before he took it. A little more magic built up around the arrowheads that way. When he fired, he also jumped down. He got the feeling this would be it, and if the witch exploded or something he wanted to be safely on the ground first.

For once his confidence was earned. A half-dozen arrows riddled the witch's body, each radiating magic that blasted away a crater of flesh upon impact. The witch convulsed. Soon its inner body dissolved away and it was nothing but a lifeless bedframe. At that point the pitiful creak of old wood rang out and it split in half down the middle and collapsed in a pile of quickly disintegrating wood and fabric.

Bret watched the witch die with a mix of pride and awe and something like fear-- not fear of the witch anymore, because it was taken care of, but at himself. He'd never killed anything on purpose before. Jemaine gave him a hard time for cautiously stepping over ants on the sidewalk. There was the familiar the other day, sure, but Murray had initiated that and been the one to finish it off. But this time Bret had just set out to kill something, and he'd done it, all by himself. It sounded funny when you thought about it that way.

A glint of reflected light from above caught his eye. He looked up, contemplation immediately forgotten, to see a black sort of seed-shaped object fall from the sky. (Black seeds... hm, that would be a good name for a band, he thought.) He snatched the grief seed out of the air with an eager snap of his hand and let his magical clothes melt back into his normal clothes as the labyrinth began to dissolve.

Jemaine paced around the flat, footfalls thundering to match his stormy disposition. His hands were balled in his pockets and his jaw was clenched so tight it was starting to ache. Memories of the familiar hunt Murray had dragged them on a few days ago played on repeat in his mind no matter how hard he tried to think of anything else. He kept picturing that familiar with all its sharp edges stabbing their manager from behind, but with Bret in Murray's place. Every time he pictured it his subconscious helpfully added a little extra blood, made him sway in place for longer, drained more of the life from his eyes.

When the door finally opened and Bret strolled in with a grief seed in hand, Jemaine immediately sagged with relief. He then plopped himself down on the nearest sitting surface-- a kitchen chair-- with his arms crossed, trying to look like he'd been sitting there the whole time, definitely not worried out of his mind.

"Hi, Jemaine," Bret greeted him in the same chipper tone he got when he'd hit it off with a lady.

Jemaine turned his head to the side and pointedly did not return the greeting. Bret frowned, shoulders slumping just the tiniest bit. He'd expected to be met with more of the same bad attitude, but he'd hoped that coming home successful would change his friend's tune. But it looked like things wouldn't go his way so easily.

"Do you want to know what the witch was like?" he pressed, pulling up the other chair to sit across from Jemaine.

"Not particularly."

"It was big, much bigger than a familiar, and it looked like a bed with some gross meat inside," he said anyway. "It kicked me a few times, but I handled it. I wish you were there."

"I don't. It sounds horrible."

"Yeah, it was. That's why it would have been nice to have you there to support me."

Despite himself, Jemaine blushed at that. For a second he wondered if becoming a magical girl would really be so bad. If he and Bret did it together like they did almost everything else, maybe...? Then his mind flashed back to Murray getting stabbed again, and he shook his head. No, no way.

"Tomorrow we should go to Dave's and see what he'd give us for your soul gem," he said decisively. "You won't need to worry about keeping it purified if we pawn it."

Bret recoiled at the suggestion, giving him a wounded look. "No way. It's my soul gem; I can do what I want with it."

"And maybe you'll want to sell it," Jemaine said with a shrug, playing coy. "It'd just be to see."

It would not just be to see. If Bret didn't agree to give the soul gem up willingly, Jemaine would kick him out of the band and not let him rejoin until he changed his mind. And if that didn't work he'd grab the ring off him when he was sleeping and smash it. But whatever got Bret to reluctantly agree to go talk to Dave about it was a small victory in Jemaine's book.

After all the shit they'd tried to pawn off on him over the years, Dave never in his life would have expected Jemaine and Bret to come in with an actual jewel. At least it looked real enough from this angle. He didn't know, he'd have to test it or something before forking over any cash, but when he turned it over in his hands and watched the way it glimmered in the light he had the sneaking suspicion he wouldn't be able to get away with offering less than a hundred bucks for it. These guys were easy marks, but nobody was that easy. There was something familiar about the gem's design, like he'd seen it somewhere before.

"Where'd you even get this?" he asked incredulously. "Is there like a fucking diamond mine in the Netherlands that I never knew about?"

"New Zealand," Bret corrected him.

At the same time, Jemaine said, "It's not exactly a diamond."

"Yeah? Then where the hell's it from?"

The two musicians exchanged a glance.

"Well, see, we met this alien called Kyubey," Bret began stiltedly. "And I made a contract with him."

"He became a magical girl," Jemaine put in.

Bret turned to his bandmate with a pout, puffing his chest out defensively. "Magical man."

"Your uniform has a dress."

"It's a men's dress."

"I don't think there is such a thing."

"Sure there is. Anyway, I'm a man, so..."

While the two of them bickered, neither noticed the mirth draining from Dave's face to be replaced by dawning recognition and horror. Something clicked into place in his mind and he knew where he'd seen that egg-shaped gem design before.

Nobody in his family talked about it anymore. Shit, he was just a kid at the time, so it was pretty fuzzy in his own memory. Sometimes he wondered if he dreamed the whole thing up. But no, he knew it was real. It was that knowledge, that memory, that kept him believing to this day in all sorts of other crazy shit like ufos and the matrix.

Shanti Mohumbhai. An older cousin on his dad's side of the family, age twelve when it all went down. When they were visiting her family for the summer, she pulled little seven-year-old Dave into her bedroom and made sure the door was firmly shut behind them before kneeling down and pulling out a sparkling purple gem.

"Can you keep a secret, Devjeet?" she'd whispered, voice brimming with excitement that was already spilling over into the grin on her face. He'd bobbed his head, and she had thrown that gem in the air and transformed. A gorgeous purple and red sari with white highlights took the place of her casual clothes, and a magic staff embedded with that same purple gem appeared in her hands. In her hair was a red ribbon with white patterning.

It was a long time ago and little kids weren't the best at nitty-gritty details, so he didn't remember all the mumbo-jumbo about wishes and hope and despair she told him. He couldn't even remember what that monster they fought together was called. He just remembered Shanti leaping in the air, way higher than any normal person could jump, and firing a beam of radiant light out of her staff right into its stupid ugly face. And he remembered cheering for her when it was done, and the giddy way she laughed and scooped him up in a celebratory hug and spun him around in her arms like he weighed nothing at all. He remembered saying he wished he could get cool clothes like that too, and he remembered her taking the ribbon out of her hair, still laughing, and tying it around his head in a lopsided bandana that was too big on him back then.

A couple months after Dave and his parents went back to America, Shanti went missing. Nobody ever told him about it directly, he just caught snippets of his parents talking to his aunt and uncle over the phone when they thought he was asleep. She was never found.

"Shit, dude, that's bad," he breathed hoarsely now. "You do not want to be a magical girl-- magical man, whatever," he went on before Bret could interject. "You don't wanna be a magical anything. I knew this chick who became a magical girl," he added, because making shit up like usual was easier than telling the truth. "And a monster bit her fucking head off and ate her. True story."

Jemaine gave Bret a pointed look. "Told you so."

"I'm not even gonna pay you for this," Dave went on, clutching the gleaming gem tight in his hand. He didn't catch the way Bret flinched when he squeezed it. "I'm doing you a favour by taking this, okay?"

Jemaine's brow furrowed. "Well, we'd still like to be paid."

"Right, right, yeah. Whatever."

Lost in his own thoughts and the memories racing through his head, Dave yanked open the register and rifled through it with one hand, and searched equally frantically through a junk drawer with the other. He came away with a hundred-dollar bill and a lighter, respectively. He slapped the former into Jemaine's hand, prompting a startled look, and held the latter up to Bret's soul gem.

It took a few clicks for it to turn on. When it did, Dave's sick satisfaction at seeing the flame lick at the sides of the gem (that's what you get for killing Shanti, you crystalline asshole) only lasted for about a second until he heard a sharp hiss of pain. When he looked, Bret's face was contorted in discomfort and he was whimpering, swatting at his arms like he was trying to put out a fire.

Dave froze, finger still pressed against the button on the lighter. A queasy feeling worked his way up his gut and toward his throat. "What the...?"

"Bret," Jemaine said, voice edged with concern and hands hovering awkwardly near his friend's shoulders like he wasn't sure if he could touch him or not. "What's going on?"

"It hurts," Bret managed to get out, and the look on his face backed him up. "It's-- ow, flip, I'm burning, Dave, stop-- stop the fire. Turn it off!"

Dave just stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, until Bret's shouting snapped him from his trance. He dropped the lighter and it fell behind the counter with a clatter. Then he stepped out from behind said counter, which Bret was leaning on to catch his breath, to see what had happened. It didn't look like Bret had gotten burned or anything, but geez...

He held out the gem, still warm from its proximity to the flame, and Bret grabbed it back like he was grabbing his own lifeline. It shrunk down into a ring on his finger. Dave was hit with a half-memory he'd forgotten of Shanti's doing the same after she showed it off to him.

"I told you I didn't want to sell it," Bret muttered with a glare at Jemaine, curling his other hand protectively around the one with the ring on it.

"I couldn't have known he was going to do that," Jemaine retorted. "I don't imagine Dave usually burns the things people sell him."

"Hey, you'd be surprised," Dave said with a shrug, though the casual demeanor he put on had never been more of an act. "Some of the shit you sell me is less than worthless."

It wasn't until after they left that Dave realized he'd let them keep the hundred bucks even though they hadn't actually sold him anything. Ah, what the hell. Let them have it. If this turned out anything like Shanti, Jemaine would probably end up needing the money to cover funeral expenses.

[Part 3]

#hey did you know that i write stuff sometimes?

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Chapter 253

Rollie

Leah comes over to me rubbing her stomach. I narrow my eyes at her. She sighs as she get to me.

"What's wrong, Love?"

"Nothing. Shay wants to spend a night at Lexi's. I told her I'd see what you say."

I rub her hips. "You in pain?"

She drops her arms. "No it's nothing. I'm okay."

"You couldn't tell Shay whether or not she could stay? You had to come ask me or you wanted to get in here to lay down?"

"I'm in the middle of washing clothes. I don't have time to lay down."

I stand up. "I feel like you ignoring your body. I'll do it alright?"

"Do what Rollie? The fucking laundry?"

"Whatever needs to be done. Make a list." I lay her down on the bed putting her feet up. Ain't no reason why I can't help."

She closes her eyes not saying shit else. I watch her for a minute then walk out of the room to Jordan's room. It's dirty as shit. Stuff thrown everywhere like she in the middle of playing. I walk into the living room. Her and Lexi are on the tablet.

"You think you going anywhere with your room like that? Your mama trying to grow a baby while cleaning up after us and we can't help?"

"Yes sir I can." She scrambles up.

I look around the living room. "You think people want dirty people coming to their houses? They see this shit you won't be allowed."

Lexi starts cleaning the chips up. "Sorry."

"Is mommy okay?" Jordan (Shay) says folding a blanket.

"We will see after she is done with her nap. She went straight to sleep."

Jordan looks worried. "Mommy doesn't usually nap."

Lexi turns the TV off. "Did we stress her out? Oh no. Pregnant women are at risk. Let's do your chores the right way."

"Yeah." Jordan straightens the pillows. "God I love my mommy."

"She will be okay." I say cutting my eyes at them.

Fucking Bible reading got these girls shook. Don't know if I should be worried or not. I go into the kitchen. I got to ride over to Cammie's Atlanta house and check on things. Kirven was there the other day. I didn't ask him how long he was going to be staying there. Cammie should have rented the place out. Got that nice ass house sitting.

"Dad?" Jordan sits her laundry basket on the floor. "You washing these clothes?"

"I'm folding these clothes. You wash your own damn clothes."

She giggles. "You folding clothes?"

I fold the socks up. "Don't it look like it? Go on about your business."

"I never seen you take clothes out the machine. You be like what wrong with your hands. Jordan help yo mama."

"She pregnant and it getting harder to do this stuff. I can't make you do everything. You still a kid."

"Thank you." She smiles at me.

I smile at her. "You welcome precious. We need to have a talk before you go stay at a man's house."

"Okay." She opens the washer.

"Look at me." I say touching her hand. "Grown men don't touch little girls under their clothes. If your clothes cover it nobody touches it. Not your breast, butt, or anything between your legs. And don’t fucking touch anything on anybody's body. Kids don’t play like that. Got it?"

She nods her head. "Okay."

"You poke his eyes out, run and hide, then you call me. Always have your phone close by. Don't be playing so much you forget. When you away from home you got to keep your eyes on everything. You not a tiny little girl anymore."

"Yes, sir."

"And be clean." I hit her with a towel. "Nobody wants messy girls at their houses."

She giggles. "Yes sir."

I nod my head. "Your mama gonna cut your ass you wash them clothes like that."

"It takes so long." She throws the clothes back out the machine and goes through them.

She knows her mama don't fucking play with her about throwing everything in the washer. She separates them the right way. It didn't take her ass long at all. I reach up to the detergent for her and start the machine. She smiles at me and sit the basket with the next load neatly to the side. She grabs the vacuum and drags it out the room. I answer my phone.

"Yo?"

"Yeah, what's up?" Trey says.

I shrug. "You called me."

He chuckles. "Yo, my fault. I was tryna read this text. But yeah. When does Leah have her baby?"

"In like a month?"

"She having it in Atlanta?"

I get a bit irritated. "Where else She gonna have it?"

"California, South Carolina, wherever her people from."

"Her people from Atlanta. The ones she got."

He clears his throat. "Lane, boy I'm going to cut your ass. Stop. No. Hold on man."

I chuckle. All I could hear was screaming and Trey talking far away from the phone. Trey can't fucking handle that boy. He bad as shit and does whatever the hell he wants to do. I prepare myself to laugh. I'm so ready for it. I know he done did some bad ass shit. Trey comes back to the phone.

"Jayla." He blows. "Keep him in there with you. Cause. Naw he keeps fucking taking his fucking clothes off and putting a diaper on. I don't know where he getting the diapers from. I done put his draws back on 3 times."

I laugh. "Nigga wild."

"He fucking crazy. He go tell her that I'm hitting his butt. She thinking some weird shit."

"Cause she know you not spanking him." I laugh.

Trey blows. "I'm trying to plan this boy birthday party and make sure we are able to come to Atlanta for your baby shit. When is the baby shower?"

"Who supposed to do that me?"

"I don't know. I just know we didn't have one cause Caden was early."

I suck my teeth. "I'm already cleaning the damn house and shit. Don't give me more shit to do."

"Naw call and ask a woman about the baby shower."

"Like my mama?"

"That's who I would call. My mama."

I sigh. "Aight. I'll have her let you know."

"Aight. She here."

"Oh, she was just in Charleston." I laugh. "Yeah with Lane pulling some little girl hair."

Trey laughs. "I got to go ask about that story."

"Yeah." I say hanging up then calling my mom.

"Hey, Tummy. I only invited 5 people."

I chuckle. "Okay. Trey asked me about a baby shower for Leah. Is that like a woman thing or what?"

"Cammie, do you have plans for Leah a baby shower? Me? I would love to throw a baby shower. I usually just attend stuff."

"Well this not April's son so she can mind her business." Cammie says laughing.

"Be easy." April says.

Ma chuckles. "Don't worry baby we will get something thrown together. You would get more gifts if you had it in Charleston at the church."

"That's fine. Leah needs God's hands according to these little girls."

"Amen." Ma says. "Little children will lead the way. Little Lane got Ike to talk to his mother. At 2 years... well almost 3 years old. He is wise beyond his years."

"Ike talked to his mama?" I confirm.

Ma smiles through the phone. "He sure did, Tummy. Now he back to being quiet. There's gonna be a day when she wants that boy to shut up. Tummy let me get off this phone. Lane, Sweetie, why are you wearing that diaper?"

"I pee."

"Lord have mercy." She hangs up.

I laugh out loud to myself. That boy a damn fool. I swear. I get a picture to my phone from Ma. Lane has on no shirt and a damn pull up. Not fucking Caden diaper but a damn pull up. Where the hell he find a damn pull up that fit his ass? I laugh some more staring at the picture. Lane had a big smile on his face like he was proud of his diaper. He a fucking clown. The moment they put him in school the fool gonna get kicked out. They gonna stay changing schools.

"You talking to yourself?" Jordan ask pulling the vacuum back.

"Aye don't go wearing diapers when this baby comes."

She touches her chest. "I would never."

I show her Lane. She falls on the floor laughing.

"This was today?"

"Yes." I nod.

She rolls around holding her stomach then she grabs the phone. "Let me show Lexi. Lane so funny. His butt too big."

"Yeah."

"I promise I won't put on no Pull-up." She laughs walking out with my phone.

Cammie

I hit Lane on his naked butt. "What you doing?"

He laughs picking up his old baby bag. "Put on my draws."

"You stop acting like a clown. Let me see that bag."

"It say Daylan." He says digging through it.

I kneel down digging in it with him. Where the hell did this bag come from? It was from last year. Have we been gone from California since last year? It is his old overnight bag. His ass wants to dig through the damn bag like it actually belongs to him. Put the Pull-ups on. I pinch his butt. He falls over holding his ass.

"My cup!" Lane snaps digging in the bag. "Open it Mommy."

"Lane, I know that cup stank."

"No it not." He smells it. He makes a face. "Smell it."

I laugh. "No."

He smells it again then throws it. Trey just so happen to walk up and get hit by the cup. Lane gasps looking at Trey worried. Trey wasn’t bothered.

"This old ass cup."

"Smell it." Lane says standing up.

Trey smells the cup then holds it away from him. "Damn."

"Throw it." Lane giggles. "Throw it, Nevers."

"Boy." Trey says narrowing his eyes at him. "What you call me?"

Lane was back digging through the bag. I smile at Trey. He called him Neverson. He loves changing Trey's name. But Neverson. Trey points at Lane.

"Why your son naked?"

"This is where he has been getting the diapers. He ran out though. Lane put on some clothes."

He is playing with a toy that he finds. He starts crying, dropping the toy, and walking away. I shake my head. I don't know what his problem is. Trey touches the top of my head. I swat his hand away. He takes his foot and taps my ass crack. I suck my teeth. He chuckles then taps my ass again.

"Can we talk?" he asks

"Yes." I say standing up. "This house is crowded. Do you want to talk privately? Maybe take a walk."

He shrugs a little. "Ditch the kid and fuck."

"Talk."

"Nobody out back, sexy."

He winks his eye at me. I start to walk around him. He steps over a bit but not blocking my way. I run pass him but he grabs me anyway. Thinking I'm so fucking fast. I laugh to myself as he pulls me to him.

"Mommy." Lane says.

"Oh Lord." I yell running from Trey to Lane.

This boy had my baby. Oh my gosh. Lane had Caden by his shoulders hugging him with both hands with his legs fucking dangling. I take him from Lane checking him to make sure he breathing. He just chilling.

"Lane." I start. But what the hell I supposed to say? Don't touch my fucking baby? "Lane why do you have Caden?"

"Cammie!" April says coming down the hall. "You could have fucking said I'm taking the baby."

Trey chuckles taking Caden. "Lane had Caden."

April makes her eyes big. "Daylan! I told you not to touch your brother!"

Lane was unbothered. "I give Taden to mommy."

"I'm done." April says turning and walking away. "Hell."

"Nanma no say that." Lane follows her. "Nanma go outside?"

April spins around. "You gave Caden to your mommy so you can go outside? I can't believe you."

"Go outside?" Lane whines.

"Lane, Mommy going outside." Trey says walking behind April.

Lane cuts his eyes at me. "Mommy go outside?"

"Yes, let's go."

He runs his short ass legs through the house. I can't believe he took Caden from April so that he could go outside. What do you say to this little man who think he is 10 feet tall. I see Ike on the way out the door. He waves at me. I wave back. He is drinking juice sitting at the table by himself. He is such a sweet kid. He gets out the chair running over to me as I walk outside behind Lane. He looks at me.

"Yes?" He whispers nodding.

"Yes, you can go outside." I nod back.

He runs out the door behind Lane. He hugs Lane then runs to the bikes and power wheels. He hops in a car and ride off in it. Lane climbs the jungle gym all by himself. JJ runs outside with his draws on and nothing else. He freezes when he sees me. I just watch him. He walks out towards the yard staring at me. His partner in crime running around with only draws on as well. I guess April put them on him.

"Jayla?" Trey says hugging me. "We have a lot of talking to do before dancing with the stars."

"Yeah."

He kisses my neck. "I missed you."

I touch his hand. "Don't you get worked up about that. It's gonna be just like me teaching that class and that movie."

"Naw, man. Bae, who the hell watching Lane? And JJ? Caden plus Minnie?"

"JJ and Minnie are not your problem."

He blows. "But you gone be working with MiMi. Devin ain't shit. Bitch know just as much as me. We know the time that Mommy comes home. Two feedings and a couple diaper changes. Mommy will be home. Mommy in the next room."

"Tremaine, stop. Lane has April and Rose. Plus my mother."

"You not gonna let Lane stay away."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Cause they will come help if they know we have to be here. My mother will come. We can afford a nanny as well. Are we in financial trouble?"

"Naw."

"Okay then." I nod. "All those weeks I stayed in the hospital."

He sighs. "We each had a baby."

"Tremaine." I grab his face. "I did it for a year with Lane right there like Caden's age. I got this okay? I'm not leaving. I will be right there."

"Right there?"

I kiss him. "I like you stressing over our future. Now next thing."

"Breastfeeding and dancing."

"We take breaks. Plus these pumps are amazing these days. Just put them in your shirt and pump. Do a little dancey dance then empty."

He blows. "Church."

"Oh." I smile. "I found one. Celebrity friendly in Beverly Hills. Diverse, no cult like shit. My mom and Lonnie been there for a wedding before."

"Okay." He smiles.

I kiss him. "You were prepared."

"And what you say about birth control?"

"In my arm." I hold it up.

He touches it. "Oh."

There's screaming. It startled the hell out of me. I look around the yard. Lane is standing there staring at Ike. Ike swings down from the top of the fireman's pole. I don't know who screamed but JJ is riding a bike off to himself. Ike screams. It was Ike the first time as well. I watch how happy he is playing with Lane. Maybe he needed a friend or a family member to encourage him to let go. I hug Trey as he watches JJ fight with the bike.

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