#sex love & stiletto series

[missmielyhoran]

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[Warning- Angst to Smut to Angst, Grumprry, Jealousrry, Insecure and jealous reader, foul language, unprotected sex (wear condom kids! real babies are not fun), Harry kind of confessing his feelings and him being an asshole as usual, shitty smut, maybe some grammatical mistakes]

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*****

Harry wasn't a very cheerful person to begin with, and it wasn't like he had some childhood trauma that made me him this way no, he was born this way.

He was also the young CEO of his dad's reputable car company. He had to put on a serious face to make a bunch of old shits to take a 27 year old seriously.

Right now, though that wasn't the case for his grumpiness. It was you.

You were away on a stupid work trip to Manchester with Edwin, fucking Edwin! Why was his girl assistant on a work trip with someone else, you may ask? Cause of his stupid ass.

Harry, just a day before the trip, fired the person who was supposed to go with Edwin, and the next person who knew about the project was you and him. Now Harry couldn't go for obvious reason, so you had to go, and he has been chewing on concrete since then.

Adding to that, you haven't been replying to his messages, and when you did, it was a picture of you, in the shortest dress he had seen, and you were not wearing it for him but to go out with that chipmunk!

No messages followed after that, not even a reply to his message. He had to make a fake Instagram account (he hates Instagram) so he could see what you were up to.

He missed you, but he was too much of a grump and egotistical to admit that.

Harry knew he was fucked. Having sex with your assistant was bad enough. If he got into a relationship with you, his reputation would be tethered, and it would cost your job also. He couldn't ruin it for you. He knew how much you loved this job.

But hell he wanted to give in.

You will resume the office tomorrow, and he dreaded going into a meeting without you.

He sighed as people started to fill up the room. The new dealers and his employees who are working on this are also there. Alicia was the one who had to present today, and his temporary assistant was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Casey?" He asked Alicia, who shrugged her shoulders. Harry was on the verge of losing his cool. He doesn't realize how he employed so many incompetent shits but he was about to fire some.

Alicia started her presentation but Harry couldn't focus on it. It was times like this he realizes he's nothing without you. His coffee is shit unless you make it. He hates everyone elses format unless you do it. He hates everyone else unless it's you.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and you were there breathless, in front of door heaving like you just ran marathon. The light coming from behind made you look like an angel. For him, you were.

You walked inside, apologizing to everyone, your heels clicking on the floor. You were in your formal outfit, a long black dress, stiletto, with your hair in a bun. You picked up his water bottle and drank the whole of it and then took a deep breath.

When you looked up properly, everyone's eyes were on you. You gave a sheepish smile and stood beside Harry, "Sorry, please continue."

Harry smiled to himself behind his hands. He looked up at you beside him, your focus on what Alicia was saying and taking notes. You were too sincere for this job. Sometimes Harry himself didn't care that much like you do.

And he doesn't want to fuck that up.

*****

Soon enough the meeting ended and Harry was back at his office waiting for you to come meet him. He couldn't talk or hold you anywhere else other than the comforts of his office cause of the obvious reasons so his office became your secret haven.

When you didn't come in for the next fifteen minutes, he got up and decided to look for you. As soon as he stepped out of his office, he heard your laugh. He walked towards the sound and then saw you leaning on the wall, your hand holding Edwin's biceps, and a big smile strected on your face.

He clenched his fist beside him having all minds to break that bastard's face and then fuck you in front of him but he refrained himself.

He slid his hands in his suit pants pocket and stood up straight, channeling his inner grumpy CEO. "I didn't realize I paid you for laughing?"

Both immediately stopped and turned towards him. You looked at him through lashes a small mischievous smile on your lips.

"Oh, we were just making plans for arriving at dinner party tonight together sir nothing else," you said with a smile. Harry knew what game you were playing, and he would make sure you paid for it later, but right now, he had to make you not go with that douchebag.

"You're my assistant, I need you with me," He said and turned towards Edwin, "I hope the project file you went to Manchester for is complete?" He asked, knowing damn well he hasn't. Along with being an absolute moron and flirt, Edwin was also lazy. If he wasn't one of his friends' cousin's son, he would have kicked him out way before.

"N-no sir, I'm going to do it." He stumbled over his words, feeling scared under Harry's piercing mad glare. Harry hummed, "You better before the dinner, I will need it"

"No yo-" You go to speak, but one look shot by Harry, and you shut up.

"And Ms. Y/N I hope you also get on with your backlogs, I need to discuss something with you so we will travel together" He said holding eye contact with you, his eyes looking darker shade of green than his usual light. You clench, you thighs together, feeling yourself getting turned on by his authoritative voice.

"Yes, sir." You give him a nod, and with that, he starts to leave but then stops. "And make sure you also fill all the recent bank details also," He says, making your eyes widen.

"Sir, there are only three hours left in dinner. My backlog alone will take a lot of time-" You speak, but he cuts you off again.

"Then you better get started, Ms. Y/N" He shoots her a look over his shoulder and goes back into his office.

*****

Harry was being a prick, he knew, but if he had to make you work extra so you wouldn't get to talk to that guy or any guy in general except him, he would.

You like the exceptional woman you are did all that just in time. You were half an hour late, but you did five hours work in just three and half so, he let it slide.

Now he was in front of your house to pick you up. He he wondered sometimes what you would be like on a date. What you would wear, what you would order or how it would end. Of course, he knew your food order on the tip of his tongue, but a date was different.

He was taken out of his daydream by you opening the car door beside him. You sat down smoothing out your slik dress. It was the same color as his shirt, a bluish green shade, and theme of the new project. Your hair tied slicked back with side parting and a soft makeup.

"Your files, sir," you said, throwing all the files in his lap and then turning back around to look out of the window. He bit down on his lips, finding your grumpy attitude amusing.

"Sweetheart, that's no way to talk to your sir," He said darkly, his fingers inching towards the back of your dress. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold fingers on your open back but made no effort to look at him and swatted away his hand.

Harry smirked and pushed the button to roll up the partition, separate driver, and them.

"It's that how it's going to be hm? You know very well what happens to brats baby." Harry said, running his finger up and down your back. He sat more comfortably, spreading his legs.

You sideyed him, your lips in a subtle pout. "We still have to pay Mr. Wilson and make an order to manufacturing comapny"

Harry just hummed and kept moving his hands up and down on your exposed back, making you shiver every time. His cold fingers, in contrast to your hot skin, were excruciating.

"You're one brat, my love and if I wasn't so addicted to you, I would have thrown you out" He said right in your ears. One half of you was turned on, but the other half had one thing going round and round.

"I'm not just a pussy for you to fuck" You said through your teeth and slid a bit away from Harry.

Harry shocked stared at the side of your face. Where the fuck that came from? He was confused, irritated and turned on by your attitude.

He went back to say something, but then Harry's office phone rang, making both you and him groan. Harry picked it up, "What?" he asked.

"Great why don't you also fucking quit while you're at it" He said clenching your jaw, "Yeah then ask your uncle to give your incompetent ass job in his own company" With that he ended the phone call.

"Driver take us to office first then to the party" He said to the driver and then turned to look at you but you had your arms crossed over your chest and kept huffing and puffing like a mad toddler.

"If you don't quit it sweetheart...lord help me" he said, feeling angry at your attitude. He got to see you and have you after so long, and here you were acting like a damn brat. He would have no problem, but you won't even let him touch you!

Harry wasn't a man of words. He didn't know how to express himself. The only thing he knew was sex.

But you just gave him a side eye and went back to looking out of the window.

*****

Both you and Harry arrived at the office. You were still mad at him but also very turned on and frustrated. He was looking damn good in that suit, but you had to be mad and show him you knew your worth or it would all be down to shambles.

Right now, though you were searching for the file you needed for the project that Edwin lost after completion. How? God fucking knows.

"How I manage to have this big company and still hire this many incompetent idiots will be beyond me" Harry grumbled and slammed close drawer, making you flinch in surprise. "Not one task can be done properly"

"Why did Casey not suck your dick good enough? That you're so mad" you said before you could stop yourself.

"What did you say?" Harry asked, genuinely confused. He walked towards you, caging you between the wall and himself.

The cat was out of the box might as well...you thought.

You rolled your eyes and looked in eyes, "I said did Casey not suck your dick good enough that you're so mad" You said through gritted teeth.

"Casey? I haven't even seen that woman since I hired her" He said in confusion, not even bothering to think about the rest of the words.

"Don't lie to me. I heard her talking." You said and tried to push him off, but he took your wrists into his hands and brought them to his chest.

"Are you jealous sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk. "Fuck you Harry" you tried to hit him bit failed and stood back against wall huffing.

Harry just chuckled and kissed your cheeks. "How do I know you didn't take the opportunity and fuck that moron. Considering you didn't even bother with my texts" He asked, leaving small kisses all over your face. This is what confused you if he wanted other people. Why did he show you this affection?

"I was mad" you said, pouting.

"Oh sweetheart" He said with an airy laugh. His hands let go of your wrists and gripped your chin to bring his lips to his while the other one went down your body and gripped your thighs.

You hated how your body reacted to his touch. How you got wet instantly like a bitch in heat and Harry took full advantage of that.

He brought his fingers higher up and felt your dampen panties. He smirked against your lips, and you pinched him in annoyance when you felt it, but that only made him moan.

"Don't tease me" You said breathless, your eyes dark like his filled with lust and desires.

"What do you want?" He asked, kissing all over your body and controlling the urge to give you the darkest hickey ever.

"You. In me. Right now." You said with all the authority you had in you. Harry laughed again like he found all this amusing.

How people found this man who cracks dad jokes with you and laughs at everything grumpy and menacing?

He quickly pulled you up on the large table, laying you down. Not only did you have to be quick to be able to reach the party on time, but you also had weeks of pent up frustration.

You pulled up your dress while Harry freed his pants enough to pull his dick out. He slid aside your panties and slid in without any prep.

It was embarrassing.

"Fuck sweetheart you're so wet" he said groaning when he felt you clench around him.

"Missed this-fuck" he said as he started to move. "What fucking me? I don't fucking believe it. I can bet anything you fucked Casey as soon as I boarded that flight" You said whimpering.

He was an asshole but god did his cock feel wonderful. He felt wonderful. He was wonderful but you for him was just a quick fuck.

When you heard Casey talking about how she gave Harry a blowjob yesterday, your heart broke. You had no right to feel that way, he was your boss and you were his assistant and you were fucking him but somehow you tricked yourself into thinking you were something more for him.

"You think I fucked someone else?" he asked fucking you harder making you lose your ability to speak.

"I don't even cum fucking my own hand, you think I will fuck someone else?" He said bringing you up from table by the grip on your neck.

"I-I know it" You said, feeling your orgasm nearing, your eyes rolling back of your head.

"I don't care what you heard Masey talking about but the only pussy my dick has been in is yours" He said bringing you in a messy kiss.

"I was miserable cause you didn't reply to my texts you think I will fuck someone else?" he asked looking into your eyes with so much intensity you lost yourself into them.

"Fucking hell I even hate everyone else but y-" He stopped himself before he could complete his words. The reality slapping on his face hard. But you were too far gone in your ecstasy to care.

Harry also reached his high quickly after you. Your head was laying on his chest as you took long breaths to calm down your breaths. Your heart was beating so fast because of what he said and how hard he fucked you. Butterflies were dancing in your stomach.

It lasted while it could.

Suddenly, he did all 180 and pulled out of and tucked himself in. His demour cold and closed off like like he's with everyone else.

"Get cleaned up" He said and quickly walked out. While you moved towards the washroom to clean yourself up with tears brimming your eyes.

*****

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Word Count: 4k+

Pairing: Husk x Angel Dust (HuskerDust/AngelHusk), some Angel Dust x OC sprinkled in for flavor

Summary: “Give him everything but your ass.” Angel Dust was tasked with one job: convince the investor to subsidize Valentino’s agency. Angel was more of a closer to Valentino, enticing the wealthier of his associates into funding projects for him. However, this latest pitch didn’t go as planned and Angel’s hubris prevented him from seeing the potential drawbacks of a one night stand with someone Valentino marked. In this slow burn love story, Angel must confront the worst parts of himself if he is going to win back his career.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+ for foul language & threatening dialogue

Author's Note: The HuskerDust content from the new series is giving me life. I am literally eviscerated every time I see them.

Angel lay on the bed of the set, his lingerie ripped to pieces and his stiletto heels draped off the side of the duvet. He was sitting up on his elbows, his eyes scanning the rest of the studio. He saw a mound of editors, techs and stage hands all huddled around the editing bay with Vercelli in the center. They’d been trying to fix something for the last ten minutes and every minute that passed pushed Angel closer and closer to walking off set. This shoot seemed doomed from the start. 

He’d been working with Vercelli for the last few days now on his latest script–”his masterpiece”–everyone was calling it. Personally, Angel didn’t see anything to go crazy over, but his opinion didn’t really matter with these sorts of things. Valentino decided from the moment he read it that Angel would be playing the lead. And what Val wants, he gets. It made sense, as Angel had just finished up his last scene for the picture Guerrero was putting together. While his team edited down what footage they were able to capture, Angel took a few nights off.

Vercelli spent the last few weeks editing the script and working out quirks with the staging, desperate to make this his most ambitious film yet. After Angel was handed a finalized script, he sat on the sidelines as his team rushed to design the sets. Everything was moving rather slowly–which Angel blamed on Vercelli’s poor management style. Granted, he wasn’t as aggressive with his team as Guerrero–and not as motivated as Brut. He was somewhere in the middle regarding talent. He was far from the worst, but a far cry from the best in the business. However, to some, he was doing groundbreaking work.

Angel looked to his right, where he could feel eyes lingering on him. He’d felt them every day that he’d been on set. He’d felt them when he was running lines with his co-star. Even when he was walking past everyone to get to his dressing room. Angel knew better than to make direct eye contact with the gaze’s owner. That would just lead to another conversation he didn’t want to have. Instead, Angel acted like he was stretching his neck waiting for Vercelli to resume his stage directions. 

Angel was kept waiting, and the eyes on him persisted. 

“Xy,” Angel called out.

“Yes, Angel?” Xy prompted, her head poking out from the crowd around Vercelli. She appeared in front of him in a matter of seconds. 

“Is this gonna take any longer?” Angel asked as politely as he could. 

Xy looked over at the group crowded around the editing bay. She shook her head. “I’m not sure. Could I get you some water?”

Angel shook his head. “No, that’s alright.”

“I’ll ask him if you can leave set at least. The A/C is really cranked today.” Xy reassured him with a small touch on his shoulder and went running back to the group. 

Angel sighed, understanding that as good as Xy was at her job, there was no way she would be able to pry their attention away. Which meant that he was stuck here. 

It would be different if he weren’t so exposed. Strange sentiment coming from the mind of a porn-star, who’s whole job supported and appreciated nudity. But it was exactly how he felt–exposed. He wasn’t in the middle of a sex scene, he wasn’t posing nude for a couple of good stills. He was just lying there on a bed, his torn tights revealing a large bit of his ass. He didn’t have a shirt on, the black girdle he wore covering most of his midsection and leaving the fluff of his chest bare. He’d long since ditched his panties–which he’d tossed to someone in Wardrobe off set. 

Which just left him and the all-encompassing stares of his watcher from the right. 

“Okay, fixed. Angel, you hanging in there?” Vercelli asked, peeking up at Angel from the editing bay. 

Angel Dust snapped to attention. “Yupp, all good here,” Angel lied, a wide smile sliding across his face as he raised his leg in a pointe. 

Vercelli clapped his hands together, signifying that they were resuming the scene. “Okay, to recap, you’ve just torn up your own tights, you’re preparing yourself for–

“Light four is down again, sir.”

Vercelli dropped his script on the floor and it made a loud smack as it collided with the linoleum. “This fucking light,” he said under his breath. 

“Sir, may I escort Angel back to his room?” Xy asked, a cold sweat forming on her brow. 

Vercelli paused a moment and looked at Angel. “Fine, fine. Take a break Angel, we’ll call for you.” He closed his eyes to collect himself. “Beck!” He shouted. 

Beck came out of nowhere to answer his call. “Yes, sir?”

“Get me Valentino. This is ridiculous. My greatest work yet and this fucking light–

“Light two is down.”

Before Vercelli had a chance to slide everything off the editing desk, Xy whisked Angel away to his dressing room. Angel wasted no time at all saying his goodbyes to her at the door and slamming it shut. He was desperate to have something separating himself and those eyes he felt were glued to every inch of his exposed flesh. He locked the door, peace filling his mind once he realized that he had true protection now. 

Until he heard a soft knock on his door. 

Fuck.

“Who is it?” Angel cooed, his voice raising slightly to come off as flirty in case it wasn’t who he thought it was.

“Angel Dust,” Tezan sang the syllables of his name. “You gonna let me in?”

Angel felt a shiver run down his spine. No. “Sure, suga, just let me get decent,” he cooed. 

Tezan made a noise in the back of his throat outside the door. “No need, sweetheart.”

Angel Dust threw on his longest, fuzziest pink robe and went to the door. He took a second to prepare himself. A deep inhale, a wide smile, happy eyes. He wasn’t creeped out. He wasn’t creeped out. Angel unlocked the door silently and swung it open. He put a hand on his hip and gestured for Tezan to come inside. 

“How did you like the shoot?” Angel asked. “Despite all the technical difficulties,” he added quietly.

“I can’t say I’ve ever been on a real set before,” Tezan said, waltzing past Angel. “It was very,” he paused behind Angel, looking over his shoulder and down at what little of his chest remained uncovered, “illuminating.”

Angel did his best not to cringe. He left the door of his dressing room wide open, instead choosing to cross the room and move towards one of the dressers that held a small collection of spirits. Angel selected a wine bottle from the front–a congratulatory bottle from Val for completing Geurrero’s film. He raised it, showing it off to Tezan. 

“Some wine while we wait?” 

Tezan sat on the chair beside Angel’s vanity. “Sure,” he said. 

Angel poured two glasses quickly and handed one off to Tezan. “Here ya go.”

Tezan nodded in acknowledgement. “Vercelli wasn’t kidding, this really is some of his best work.”

Angel nodded. “How long have you been following his career? I haven’t starred in much of his films–but Valentino insisted that I give this role some of the ol’ Angel flare.”

Tezan took a sip of his wine. “I agree,” he said. “There’s just something about you in ripped tights.”

Angel Dust smiled reflexively. “You a fan of these legs’a mine?”

Tezan didn’t answer, instead choosing to meet Angel’s eyes. There was a certain heat in them that Angel recognized. They weren’t the eyes of a regular onlooker–plenty of investors had come to see Angel work and he’d had no trouble. Even his most die-hard fans knew when talent was traveling–but Tezan was different. He wasn’t just an investor, he was a consumer. And everything in his gaze told Angel Dust that he was prey.

From the way his eyes followed him around the room, to the way he lingered around the corners of the set. Always close–but never arising suspicion. In fact, this moment in Angel’s dressing room was the first time Tezan had done this. And of course no one outside was any the wiser. Tezan merely looked like someone Angel Dust had a long standing relationship with. 

“When is your next film coming out?” 

Angel took a moment to think about it. “Guerrero launches it a week from today. I did all the promos for it before Val signed me on with Vercelli.”

Tezan nodded. “You’re havin’ no trouble pickin’ up work since Val ditched that wannabe.”

Angel pressed the wine glass to his lips, getting a sample of the yellow liquid before pulling it away. He swirled the wine in his cup for a moment, eyes going half-lidded. “Oh honey, I neva have trouble pickin’ up work,” Angel leaned against the dresser behind him and crossed his legs at the ankle. 

“That would have changed if Val had kept Brut on the payroll. Beck told me he was signing some lackluster talent.”

“Tread lightly,” Angel warned, playing off his obvious anger with manufactured pride, “he signed me afterall.”

Tezan took a pull on his glass, “That he did.”

Angel raised his eyebrows and slowly sipped his glass of wine. He swallowed quickly. Huh, he thought, bitter for a Moscato.

Angel Dust was on his way out of the studio when he stopped abruptly in the lobby. He looked through the glass doors–his eyes catching the shadowed silhouette of Tezan outside having a smoke. Angel could only guess why he was waiting outside so he turned around to head back to the elevator. 

The doors opened swiftly and he pressed the button for the top floor–Valentino’s floor. He waited patiently in the elevator, listening to the soft music play before the doors opened again. He stepped out, legs carrying him to Val’s office. 

“Angel,” Jax said. There was no alarm in his tone, because nothing truly surprised Jax, but Angel could tell that he was curious as to why he was here. 

“Hey,” Angel said, stopping before him. “Is Val in?” Angel already knew the answer, but he waited for one anyway. 

“He is currently unavailable.”

“But he’s in,” Angel said, affirming what they both knew. He stepped past Jax and opened the door to Val’s office. Jax protested, but there was little time for him to intervene as Angel had already disappeared behind the door. 

“Angel,” Valentino sneered, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Angel crossed his office, his heels clacking as he made his way to Val’s desk.

“I heard there was trouble on set today,” Val said, picking up Angel’s side of the conversation. “Is that what has you all bothered?”

Angel stopped in front of Val, hands going on his hips. “The lights were Vercelli’s headache today, not mine.” 

Valentino sat back in his chair, resting his foot on his knee. “And what was your headache Angel baby?”

Angel Dust looked at Val right in the eye, “Our newest investor is a fan of mine.”

Val chuckled, “So I’ve heard. He’s visited you everyday this week. What a spell you’ve got him under.”

Angel rested his palms on Valentino’s desk. “He can’t keep visiting me.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I don’t like him,” Angel said, furrowing his brow. 

Valentino nodded his head. He put down his leg and pushed his chair out from under his desk. “Hmm,” he said absentmindedly as he stood. “You don’t like him.” Valentino turned around so his back was towards Angel.

“He’s distracting me,” Angel Dust said, eyes following Val as he began turning around. 

Valentino’s hand swept backwards as he turned around–the back of his palm colliding with Angel’s cheek. “The next time you tell me what to do with my investors, you’ll get more than one.”

Angel stood up straight, his eyes glued to the floor.

“Why don’t you remind me why we’re working with that low-level scum in the first place?” Valentino asked–his tone venomous.

Angel said nothing, he didn’t move.

Valentino did not like that, he slammed his hands down on his desk. “Tell me why we’re working with him!” He yelled.

Angel flinched. “Because I fucked up,” Angel admitted quietly. 

Valentino grabbed Angel’s chin roughly and pulled him close. He got so close Angel could smell his last cigarette. “Because you fucked up,” Val said through clenched teeth.

He released Angel roughly and he clattered backwards. 

“Get out of my office,” Val said.

Angel kept his head down as he walked towards the door. He opened it quickly and closed it behind himself. Angel didn’t bother stopping to chat with Jax–he’d probably heard the entire exchange. All he wanted to do was put as much distance between him and Val as he could. 

When Angel got back to the hotel, he went straight to his room–not bothering to greet anyone. Not that there was anyone to greet that afternoon. He stalked up the stairs–needing to blow off some steam–even after walking all the way home. Luckily he hadn’t run into Tezan outside. He must have left before Angel had come out. Thank fuck.

Angel went inside his room and locked the door behind him. He started undressing immediately, throwing his clothes across the room in organized piles on the floor. They ranged from rank, to soiled, to worn-once, and finally clean. It wasn’t a good system, but it was a system nonetheless. 

Angel Dust looked around for his pink sweatpants–eager to get into something comfy so he could loaf around in self-pity. Before he started getting irrationally angry, he heard some soft oinking in the corner. Fat Nuggets revealed himself from one of Angel’s piles. 

“Aw, Nugs, you found my pants!” Angel said happily. “I should have known they’d be in the pajama pile.”

Fat Nuggets jumped out of the way so that Angel could throw his pants on. Next, he tossed on an old black t-shirt. He collapsed onto his bed and Fat Nuggets joined him, hopping onto bed and begging for pats. 

Angel conceded, giving his chin a scratch absentmindedly. But pig-lovin’ didn’t scratch that itch Angel had. He needed booze after a day like this one. His first thought was Cherri–they hadn’t talked much since Angel ghosted her after fucking over Agony and Brut. If he called her up wanting to drink he’d have to fill her in on all the bullshit. And that was if she wanted to hear anything he had to say.

He sat up, grabbing his phone from inside his purse and looking at their last conversation. 

Damn bitch get it!

Angel frowned, remembering their conversation. Prior to Spitzers, before Tezan–before everything went sour. Well, he supposed it was always sour, but there were just enough sugar cubes in the lemonade to keep him sipping. Angel tucked his phone into his pocket and sat up, displacing Fat Nuggets enough for him to protest. 

“Come on Nugs, follow Daddy,” Angel beckoned, his voice high. 

Fat Nuggets did as requested and when Angel opened the door to his bedroom, he followed him down the hallway and to the elevator. It wasn’t five minutes before Angel was skirting through the lobby and to his seat at the bar. His seat, Angel scoffed. It was just the same stool he happened to grab each time he sat down with Husk.

“Husky, baby,” Angel said, waving him over once he got comfortable.

Husk looked over, his eyes already narrowed from the trials of the day. Despite the look on his face, Husk made his way right over. 

“I was wonderin’ if you were gonna make your way down tonight.” Husk said absently as he tossed a hand towel over his shoulder. 

Angel leaned in, covering his lips with his hand like he was keeping his next sentence a secret from the ghosts in the room, “Careful Husky, people are gonna think you like me.”

Husk shook his head. “You’re right, can’t have that.”

Angel rested his elbows on the bar, watching as Husk placed a pair of shot glasses and a pair of drinking glasses in between them.

“What will it be tonight?” Husk asked, hands going on either side of the glasses waiting patiently for Angel’s response. 

Angel made a face like he was indecisive. “Hmm,” he said. “Hit me with the Pirate’s Booty or whatever.”

Husk rolled his eyes, “The Pirate’s Treasure,” he corrected him. 

“Yeah, yeah, that one,” Angel smiled from ear to ear.

“Last time I made you that you couldn’t walk.”

Angel Dust put a hand up to dismiss him. “You still think I’m a lightweight?”

Husk smirked. “Tell ya what, if you can win it, then it’s yours.”

“Woah woah woah, winnin’ sounds like work,” Angel said.

Husk took a minute and assembled his “game”. He took three jiggers and placed them on the bar. Then he grabbed a napkin and crumpled it up into a tight ball. Angel looked dumbfounded at the mess he’d laid out before him. He raised an eyebrow. 

“Did I win?” Angel asked, being an ass.

Husk then got to work making three shots. Angel was happy to report that he recognized every single one of them. First, a standard green tea shot, then the Naughty Neapolitan, and of course, the star of the show: the Pirate’s Treasure. Then, Husk assembled three shots of water, tonic and sour mix.

Husk grabbed the jiggers and lined them up in a row. Then, when he was sure Angel was paying attention, he began explaining. “I’ll hide the ball under one of my cups–you guess which one is hiding it. You guess right, you get a shot.”

Angel smirked. “Sounds fun,” he said. “Alright, I’m game, but you betta get ready to make a whole lot of shots.”

Husk chuckled. “Yeah kid, I’m ready.”

Angel made a gesture for Husk to start. Angel concentrated on the three jiggers, watching as Husk hid it under the middle one. Then, in an instant, Husk began moving the jiggers seemingly in unison, switching their places with practiced precision. Angel watched in horror as he realized that he might just be severely outmatched. 

Husk paused, “Which one has the ball?”

Angel looked up at him, the betrayal he felt reflecting on his visage. 

Husk choked on a laugh. “What? Too fast for ya?” 

“You didn’t tell me that you were a savant.” 

“You got a one-in-three chance, those are some good odds.”

Angel sighed and chose the jigger on his right. “That one,” he said with as much confidence as he had in that moment: zero.

Husk smiled wickedly, and when he raised the jigger, Angel saw no napkin ball. Without skipping a beat, Husk took the green tea shot. 

“Hey hey woah, I thought those were for me?”

“If you win, if not they go to me.” Husk handed off the shot of water to Angel.

Angel huffed and crossed his arms. “Alright, next round. I’m playing seriously this time.”

“You weren’t already?”

Angel didn’t answer, instead he focused on Husk’s hands as they moved furiously on the bar. When he stopped, Angel pointed to the center jigger. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Angel narrowed his eyes. 

Husk pulled the jigger up and there was no ball again. “Tonic for you,” he said with a shit-eating grin. 

Angel growled, “Next round.”

Husk chuckled as Angel struggled to pick a jigger. 

“You’re not allowed to laugh at me,” Angel said, trying to replay Husk’s movements in his mind to visualize where the ball was. 

They had been playing this game for nearly an hour and Angel had only won a handful of shots. Four green tea shots, one Naughty Neapolitan and zero Pirate’s Treasures. He’d taken countless shots of water, tonic and sour mix–and frankly, he was getting tired of it. The worst part of the game was the more Angel won, the worse he played–while Husk only got better. 

The alcohol seemed to make him looser, and his hands slid across the bar faster and lighter than they had before. This round, Angel wasn’t sure how he could possibly choose the right jigger. Everything went so fast. He wondered if he should just guess instead of trying to be logical about it. 

“Giving up?” Husk asked.

Angel glared up at him. “Absolutely not,” he said, and chose the jigger to his left. “This one.”

Husk had genuine shock on his face when he pulled up the jigger and the napkin ball was resting beneath it. “Huh, did you guess?”

Angel smiled, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Husk smirked and slid over Angel’s first Pirate’s Treasure of the night. “You earned it.” 

Angel smiled as he grabbed the shot glass. He downed it in seconds–slamming the shot onto the table when done. “Fuck yeah, I did!” He scooted in his stool, which caught Husk’s attention. 

“Leaving so soon?”

“Huh?” Angel said, clearly caught off guard. “Nah, just adjusting. Fat Nuggets is right below me.”

“So that’s where he went,” Husk said absentmindedly. “Do you want a cocktail next?”

Angel hmm’d and ha’d for a moment before he decided that yes, he did want a cocktail. “Malibu Bay Breeze,” he said happily.

Husk made quick work of the drink and in moments, it was standing before Angel.

Angel slid it over and took an excited sip. “You have no idea how much I missed this,” he sighed. “I went to a bar some levels down and it was the worst thing I’ve eva put in my mouth.”

Husk’s ears perked up at that. “Oh yeah?”

“Would I lie to you?”

Husk shrugged, “Must have been a shit-place if they can’t get a Bay Breeze right.”

Angel played with the ice in his drink by swirling it with his straw. “Only thing worse was the company. I was on a job.”

Husk didn’t say anything, merely cleaned up the aftermath of their game. But, just because he wasn’t responding did not mean that he was uninterested in what Angel had to say. As much time as they spent together, Angel picked up on a few things. 

Their silences were never uncomfortable–Angel realized that immediately. If there was a lull, by no means did either of them need to fill the silence with more chatter. Topics came and went as simply as breathing. Angel also noticed that when he was sitting at the bar with Husk, he didn’t have to put on airs. Where he would normally lie through his teeth before, he didn’t bother masking things or sugar-coating. If work sucked, he said it sucked. 

Oh, and he also figured out Husk’s tell. That was worth noting. 

“Who had the pleasure of ruining your day?”

Angel groaned just thinking about the disaster that was his work life. “A new investor for Mista Valentino. He’s a jealous man for someone who has so much.”

Husk nodded like he understood. Which, even if he didn’t, was a comfort. 

“He’s been up my ass at the studio,” Angel complained, “but he’s got a lot of sway with Val right now.”

Husk nodded along.

Angel rested his head on the bar. He needed to think of some way he could fight against Tezan when he was at the studio. If he had to be in the same building as him, he could at least try and play some offense. Problem was, Angel had no idea what to do. How do you avoid someone that can literally go wherever they please?

“There’s not much I can do to get away from him,” he closed his eyes. 

“Then don’t ‘get away’,” Husker said without looking towards him. 

Angel picked his head up from the bar. “What?”

“He can’t get you alone if you’re surrounded by people.”

Angel took a moment to think that through–despite all the shots swirling around in his stomach. Huh, he thought, surround himself. Husk had a point, Tezan couldn’t be up his ass if everyone was around. He’d be in the way–which was not what you could be when you worked for Valentino. 

Angel nodded, “That’s a good idea. Thanks.”

Husk shrugged his shoulders, “No problem.”

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#Blacklist #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel fic #Angel Dust #Husk #HuskerDust #AngelHusk

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: November 3/23

Happy Friday everyone!!! :D It's been a long week, so let's start off the weekend with these wonderful fics!! Please also give the Boosted fics some love as well!! Enjoy!!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Food goes on the food shelf by avalanching effect(G, 5,283 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Crack/Humour, Cannibalism, Halloween, Magical Realism, Witches, Light Gore, POV Sherlock) – John, (without conferring with Sherlock) implements a system of organization in the kitchen. There are areas designated as 'experiment' areas, and others as 'food safe' areas. Crossover, however, is bound to happen.

Fall by ThisBumblebeeCommandsTheSea (G, 7,067+ w., 3/? Ch. || WiP || Kid Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nanny Ashtoreth, Hospitals, Absent Parents, Getting Lost, Child Neglect, Crowley is Good With Kids, Light Injury, Soft Crowley, Genderfluid Crowley) – It was a nice and peaceful day out in the garden. Warlock was climbing the apple tree, when he suddenly spotted a nice apple farther out on a thin branch... Thankfully Nanny and Brother Francis are right there.

Turtely's Johnlock Short Stories by topsyturvy_turtely (M, 19,998+ w. across 9 works || Series WiP || Assorted Tags, Various Genres) – These are stories that are whole on their own. One chapter stories. I mostly write Fluff, sometimes Angst, never Smut (and if not graphic). I might include some Johnlock poems.

RECENT MFLs

How is it You’re Still Breathing? by a-cumberbatch-of-cookies (E, 2,786 w., 1 Ch. || Corsetry, Stiletto Heals, Panties, Anal Sex, PWP, Panties / Lingerie) – After seeing John's reaction to a bit of burlesque, Sherlock decides to give him a little show of his own.

The Unexpected Exchange by testosterone_tea (E, 5,703 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Secret Santa, Vibrators, Masturbation, Love Confessions, Intercrural Sex, Bisexual John, Demisexual Sherlock, Fluff) – When Sherlock is made to participate in the Yard's Secret Santa exchange, he knew it would be a disaster. But even he didn't expect how much of a disaster it would be.

#my fic recs #five fics friday #johnlock fic recs

[loveyou-4-life]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 — series

Summary : One friend group. Four Girls. Four Hockey players. These are the love story’s of nhl’s new stars and their women.

masterlist.

BOOK ONE —

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — Thomas Bordeleau

Summary: Juliette D’Amour grew up in an orphanage. She never believed in love, that’s what her parents failed to give her. Then the charming hockey player Thomas Bordeleau showed up, with the job to keep him from sleeping around and partying. Basically being his babysitter, and trying to keep his reputation clean. But that plan takes a turn for the worst, when Mr.Bordeleau flirting and teasing get in the way. Falling for his charm wasn’t ever in the job.

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four*

BOOK TWO —

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — Brendan Brisson

Summary: A heiress. With nothing in her way and her life settled for her, waiting for her seat to get warm. Brendan Brisson, her enemy. The opposite to her, parties weren’t her thing and mostly a book was seen in her hands . It all happened so suddenly , how did their old summer fling turn into one with hatred? This summer, Adrianna Kennington was determined to be spontaneous , she didn’t think being spontaneous would lead to another fling? no feelings included, right?

COMING AS SOON AS I FINISH BOOK ONE

BOOK THREE—

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊— Kent Johnson

Summary: Audrey Abbot, the sunshine. Everyones favorite cook and sweetheart, it seemed to everyone that heaven sent an angel from the above , and that angel was Audrey Abbot. Her first hockey game leads to her getting a puck thrown into her nose, and a cute hockey player apologizing. Determined to make it up to her and her broken nose, Kent Johnson is helping her complete her bucket list. Guess falling for her never was on the list.

COMING AS SOON AS I FINISH BOOK TWO

BOOK FOUR —

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 — Nick Blankenburg

Summary: Emilia Montgomery was hoping her ex - best friend wasn’t getting in the way when she got her new job. But with her bad luck and being new to the place she rant into him, with her heart breaking twice ( once when he left her without saying goodbye ) when she finds out hes her boss. She wanted to avoid him at all costs, but when her job was to be his assistant that was impossible. The memories come back, feelings revealed and terrified of getting her heart broken again. Nick Blankenburg is determined to do what he should’ve done two years ago.

COMING AS SOON AS I FINISH BOOK THREE

the series is on pause

INSPIRED BY LOVE, SEX AND STILETTOS SERIES BY LOREN LAYNE

#nhl imagines #off campus #thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau x reader #bords x reader #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich boys <3 #san jose sharks #brendan brisson #brendan brisson imagine #brendan brisson x reader #briss x reader #kent johnson #kent johnson x reader #kent johnson imagine #mark estapa #nick blankenburg #nick blankenburg x reader #nick blankenburg imagine #blanks x reader #owen power #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey imagines

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Since I was gone so long I thought I might do a little reintroduction 🧠

Hey people I love! 🫀

My name is Colson but you can call me Col or Jinx. I was on here originally as Jinx before my Tumblr disappeared but for about two years I've been back and mostly used Col. I'm great with either 🌹

I'm a trans man, he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

I'm mostly a Yungblud and Machine Gun Kelly fan page, I do fics, updates, and pic edits but I do a little bit of everything with a lot of my life sprinkled in, sometimes including my health problems (I'm open about all of it if you ever have questions) I actually love questions and asks as long as people are nice 🖤

Just thought I'd introduce myself in case any of my mutuals are new. This is somewhat of an 18+ blog, at least leaning that way but all I mean by that is sometimes subjects are a little mature. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you enjoy! Stay a while if you want just please be respectful. I don't tolerate any racism or hate against the LGBTQIA+ or mental or physical health hate. I'm sure I'm missing something but you get the idea I'm sure. I love you all and I'm here if you need me!

-Col the Jinx 💕

🖤 Masterlist 🖤

Yes Daddy Verse/Saga of Smut

Dom x Colson

Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly

I Think I'm Okay (prequel)

5 Times Col Came in His Pants and 1 Time He Finally Made Dom Do It

Drown Out The Demons

Romcom Bullshit

Much Better Workout

Sex and Candy

Claimed in Ink and Cum

Sweet as Sin

Yes Daddy

Spoiled Princess

What Daddy Likes

Like I Love You

Reverse Cowgirl Barbie

Sex on a Stick

Baby Boy

Pure No Longer

Sext Edits

Adventures in Toyland

Full on Sex Symbol

They Felt Eternal

Their Natural State

Ride or Die

Sin on Stilettos and a Cotton Candy Soul

Crimson Coated Candy

Piss Drenched Devil

Chocolate Kisses and Golden Showers

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding

Sin in Snow White Taffeta and Latex

Freshly Fucked and Beautifully Filthy Manhandled Marionette of a Bride

Watercolor Wet Dream Come to Life

Drifting Deep in Hopefully Wet Dreamland

Flesh to Flesh

Five Times is a flashback series in the Yes Daddy Verse, it is set between the prequel and the first chapter- Yes Daddy. I placed it all in order 🖤

Adventures in Toyland is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse, I'll still list them all in order and may add to any sections at any time. Let me know if you have ideas! 🖤

It's a Nice Day for a White Wedding is a follow up series to the Yes Daddy Verse happening after Adventures in Toyland, they're all listed in order and you guessed it, the boys finally get married! 🖤

-Omegaverse AU-

Gunpowder and Watermelon

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts

Fear and Lusting in London Flats

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Little Shop of (W)horrors in a Pastel Hell

The Inescapable Moment of Truth and the Consequences of Open Black Hearts

Milk Chocolate Cherry Kisses and Birthday Wishes

Working Out the Kinks Under Hot Lights and Wanting Stares

The Taming of a Wild Boy

The Dynamics of a Bright Future and How to Reach It

Pride and Phenomenal Passion

Stereotypes and Salt in the Wound

What to Expect from an Expecting Omega

Patched Up Cuts and Mixed Up Blood

Alpha, Omega, a Nuisance, a Rebel

Lost Boy in Toyland

Starry Eyed and Punch Drunk

Mirrored Reflections and Babes from Outer Space

Believing in Love Songs and Tall Tales

Go Down Just Like Holy Mary

Piss Kinks, Morning Drinks, and Brand New Nicknames

Animated Arguments and Matching Love Languages

Screaming and Dreaming for the Future

Son of Rage and Love

Son of a Bitch and Edgar Allan Poe

Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting

Early Spawning and Other Lessons (Family Don't End With Blood)

One Flew Over the Klepto's Nest

Old Magic and Animal Aptitude

Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

Your Body is a Wonderland

Born With Horns

In the Midst of Mild Madness

What's in a Name?

Spare the Rod Spoil the Alpha

To Cut or Not to Cut

Our Blood Got Mixed Up So I Guess We Belong to Each Other

Feels Like the Very First Time

Headboards and Scratched Tats

Best Alarm Clock

The Beasts Inside Disguised as Beauty

Popsicles and Pink Cheeks

The omegaverse AU is separate from the Yes Daddy Verse. The boys are still themselves but in an ABO world. Alpha Col and Omega Dom

-The Viking and the Fae- (an AU)

Where the Sea and Land Kiss

A Chieftain's Vow

Under the Thrall

The Long Sword's Hilt

Taste Like the Sea

Inga Knows Best

Feast Fit for a King

How the Waves Dance

The Forest Meets the Sea

The Soulmate Stalemate

The Taste of Truth and Tall Tales

The Wave Cresting

The Wave That Drowns

The Red Sea and the Viking Who Conquered It

Seal With a Kiss

A Broken Past and a Sea of Tears

The Siren's Tease and the Secrets Spilled

War and Pieces of Each Other

The Storm that Rocks the Waves

The Hush Between

Viking/Selkie AU. Separate from other fics but still Dom and Colson

#introduction #life update #col rambles #jinx rambles #my fics #masterlist #com #yes daddy verse #yungblud and machine gun kelly #dom and colson #yungblud #machine gun kelly #5 times col came in his pants and the 1 time he made dom do it #adventures in toyland #its a nice day for a white wedding

[neondiamond]

🦋 Recently Read Fics - September 2022 🦋

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💜

🦋 Fangs Yells by @larrieblr (500, T)

Louis can never remember that he’s invisible in mirrors.

Without the ability to assess his appearance, Louis instead uses the judgment of his two-thousand years on this world to style his hair, palms carefully perfecting the frizzy mullet the band had decided on as their signature look. A stick of kohl rolls around on the counter; he stops it with a knuckle, then draws two strong black lines on his eyelids. A leather vest hugs his shoulders, and a Gibson Les Paul accompanies him to the stage of the castle they’ve seized as their regular performance venue.

🦋 Swings Said by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (500, T)

A love story told by five swings who each were there to see a piece of it unfold.

🦋 Gray hair is our forever by @beardyboyzx (919, G)

Harry put his lips together and his smile became bashful, one hand coming back in Louis' hair to caress it lovingly.

He had seen Louis' first gray hair.

His boyfriend was growing older and Harry was there to see it happening.

"You've got one gray hair," he said, voice wet but full of wonder, as if that hair was made out of pure silver. "Your first gray hair."

🦋 Wordplay 2022 fic series by @larrieblr (1k)

A collection of lovely 250-word girl direction fics.

🦋 The Dress by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

Emma couldn’t respond, as they were being ushered off the red carpet. They also realized Harry was yet again holding the train of their dress, even though it really wasn’t necessary. Harry claimed to be picking up the train to make sure Emma wouldn’t trip in their stiletto heels – as if they hadn’t had practice all their life in heels.

Now that they weren’t in front of hundreds of cameras, Emma twisted around to swat at Harry’s hands to let go. Harry giggled and jerked his hands to the right then the left as Emma tried to hit him.

“Harry, honey,” Emma laughed. “I’m fine.”

🦋 No other shade of blue by @sun-tomato (1k, NR)

“And why are we looking for this very particular, impossible-to-find shade of blue?” Niall asked.

“I need it in my house, in my life, I’ve been missing something, and I just know that that’s it.”

“So, are we looking for a paint or a fabric?” Liam asked sensibly.

“I’m not sure,” Harry admitted. “But I can work with either. The colour is more important than the shape it comes in.”

🦋 Falling For You by @louandhazaf (1k, G)

Five times Harry orders very particular drinks, and one time Louis finds out why. Featuring Starbucks’ fall menu.

🦋 Here Take My Sweater by @tommokat (1k, G)

“Just with me for my foot rubs and my sweaters, huh?”

“You got it!”

🦋 between the lines and my deepest desires by @bymadhatter (1k, G)

Harry’s made 4 unsuccessful attempts to get pregnant. On his way after the fifth one, he gets stuck in the elevator with a fellow omega.

🦋 First Checkup by @jaerie (1k, E)

It was months ago that Louis found himself knotted by a stranger after someone spiked the punch at Niall's wedding with sex pollen. Now he has his legs spread for a different reason. Or does he?

🦋 Aqueous Transmission by @littleroverlouis (2k, E)

Louis offers some relief to her pregnant wife, Harry. Then suggests something new.

🦋 All You Need Is Lamb by @loveislarryislove (2k, G)

Louis works at a pet store, and Harry has a dog with very specific tastes. Somehow, Louis is always able to pick out the perfect things that Harry's dog will love. Maybe it's because he's perfect for Harry.

🦋 Congratulations, Mr. President by @onesweetworld18 (2k, G)

Louis holds his first meeting as PTA President at the Boo Hoo Breakfast on the first day of school. Harry is a supportive husband, and Niall is supportive, as always.

🦋 Keep Driving (without me) by @londonfoginacup (2k, T)

It is hour eight of the road trip and Harry Styles is going into heat.

“We should’ve taken two cars,” Ny Oh says.

“We should’ve left Harry behind,” Mitch grumbles.

🦋 The IT Romance Story series by @tommokat (4k, T)

Harry’s new job comes with two main struggles: the technology hating him and the IT tech that’s fixing it all.

🦋 The Origin of Love by @teamlouis2022 (4k, E)

A mini break in the countryside, terrible weather and slow morning sex are the best way to recharge Louis and Harry's batteries after a long tour

🦋 Battle Of The Balls by @greenblueish (5k, M)

“Rim of the hole, Haz, really?” he gazes at the camera again. “This is getting demonetised and honestly, rightfully so. How are we still allowed to make videos? YouTube, why don’t you just do yourself the favour and delete our channels?”

“After everyone sees that I win this game though,” Harry winks, dimples still showing.

or, the one where YouTubers Harry and Louis play Golf With Friends, go to the pub with Niall and return home six hours after posting the video.

🦋 We’re Getting Better With Time by @haztobegood (5k, T)

Hello Harry, this may seem out of the blue, and even weirder if you don’t remember me. We hung out for a few weeks back in the summer of 82. A picture of you showed up on my facebook tonight, I think because we have a few mutual friends on here. I know we haven’t spoken in forty years, but I thought I’d just shoot you a message. I hope you’re doing well. L

Or, the one where Louis is single, Harry is recently divorced, and they reconnect on Facebook forty years after they first met.

🦋 I Remember (The Distances We’ve Covered) by @lululawrence (5k, NR)

@ColleenisStylish: @LouisTomlinson my dad thinks he’s sat next to you on a train from Edinburgh right now, so if you could confirm that would be amazing. His name is Harry and he’s just had white wine and says you’re on red x

Louis glanced at the glass of red wine in his hand before taking a quick look around those nearest him on the train. Just across the aisle in a seat facing him was a man with graying, curly hair falling into his face yet somehow staying above his glasses. He was reading a book as he tapped his foot, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, and there sitting on the table in front of him was a half glass of white wine.

🦋 The Referral by @disgruntledkittenface (5k, E)

Louis has noticed that since he turned fifty, his sex drive has started to slow down. Unfortunately, that’s not the case for his younger boyfriend Harry. A problem solver by nature, Louis wants to do something special for Harry, to show him how much he appreciates him even after ten years together. When he suggests getting a referral for a sex worker to give Harry what he hasn’t been lately, it doesn’t take long for Harry to agree.

And then they meet Tom.

🦋 i swear i could give you everything by @alwaysxlarrie (5k, T)

Louis Tomlinson was not a morning person, so he really should have known better than to start leaving secret notes on coworker Harry Styles' desk before he arrived at the office at 7:30 in the morning. But he had to admit that hearing Harry's reaction everyday was definitely worth it. Not being a morning person might be his downfall in this situation, though.

🦋 Just the Start by @littleroverlouis (9k, M)

Louis is a fifty-two year old divorcé who has fallen into rut. He never anticipated a forced day of self care, and a chance meeting with a charming salon owner would shake him out of his comfort zone.

🦋 serve me up a little hope on the rocks by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (10k, M)

Louis is a bartender who doesn't take drink orders, but just makes drinks based on what he thinks his customers will like. Harry is just another customer. Or is he?

🦋 It’s easy to be loved (I know you wanna be loved) by @djtommotomlinson (14k, T)

Young single father Liam is less than pleased when a group of students rent the house next door on his quiet, suburban street. But then he hadn't expected Louis 'kid whisperer' Tomlinson.

🦋 after hours by @larrieblr (16k, E)

Harry moves like lightning as he slides the books off the shelves into the open, waiting abyss of his bag. Then, as Louis clears the other end of the exhibit just as quickly, he moves on to the display case next to it and the one after that. One flimsy book practically flies open as he picks it up, the paper held together by feeble strings on the spine. He leaves it behind. Not worth selling.

Or, a crime au set in 1980s Chicago.

🦋 All My Roads Lead to You by dandelionfairies (41k, M)

Harry’s stuck in a life he didn’t choose after leaving home at eighteen. Bartending and running drugs were never on his list. Louis is an undercover cop sent in to figure out exactly what’s going on inside of the bar. Neither could have known they’d be drawn to each other.

It’s obvious to Louis that Harry isn’t aware of everything that happens in the backroom. It’s obvious that Nick [Grimshaw] has used Harry’s vulnerability, insecurities, and naivety to keep the man exactly where he wants him.

Harry has never admitted to anyone who he is. They wouldn’t accept him. In fact, he has no doubt that if anyone found out he’s gay, he’d be dead. He doesn’t want to let that wall down for Louis. Because no one can know. But that’s easier said than done. Louis is everything Harry could have ever pictured.

🦋 I Like You, Say It Back by @pocketsunshineharry (43k, E)

“Lou, this is Harry,” Niall says, making Louis pivot straight away to look at Niall with round eyes. “Yes, that Harry,” his friend smirks.

“Hi, who are you? Niall didn’t tell me we were waiting for someone.” Harry says to Niall with a pointed look.

“I’m,” he stutters, “I’m very happy to meet you.” He decides to leave out his name and who he really is. He can already imagine the guy’s smile faltering and him leaving the pub as soon as he hears his name. That’s not what he wants, that’s not what his inner Alpha wants either.

OR the one where it takes a lot of time for Harry and Louis to figure it out. But they do, they always do, don't they?

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly recs #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #mostly read a lot of shorter fics this month as you can see #you can blame wordplay for that lol

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The Pain of Fire and

Flames

Word count; 3,522

Fandom; The Boyz, A.C.E. & DKB

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Readed X Lee Donghun & Reader X Yang Heechan

Characters, Kim Sunwoo, Lee Donghun & Yang Heechan

Warning; Angst, Anxiety, Choking, Oral (Giving & Receiving), Fingering, Foursome, Edging, Over stimulation, Cum Play, Shower sex, Degrading, Voyeurism & Trichophilia.

Notes, Chapter 9/10 earlier chapters Here.

Series written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

Your hands was being snatched and dragged down towards your bedroom. Sunwoo’s expression bore in your mind as you reached there. Cae’s hands left yours as she routed through your sexy lingerie. “You got just a short time to get ready come on snap out of it,” she chuckled as she raided your draws. However, she paused noticing the bag on your vanity table. Darting to the other side of the room, her fingers slid over the tag, her smile becoming a view of excitement. She picked up the bag passing it to you, “This is yours,” she softly said as she passed it your way.

Your eyes brushed over the small love heart shaped tag.

‘To help you make memories that your never forget. Sunwoo xx’

You ruffled the crepe paper to find the Purple lacey silky crutch-less long sleeved vest in your hands.

“Oooh I know what will go with that,” Cae interrupted your Brain which had slumped unable to process anything.

She rummaged through your shoe pile bringing a pair of 6 inch stilettos, she smiled at them in satisfaction.

Your finger intwined with the purple laced straps as your eyes took to her deep settled smirk. “What are you thinking Suchan?” She teased amused at your state. “Because it looks to me like your one second from struggling for breath and they haven’t even touched you yet,” she chuckled as she got the cloth by your bedside and started rubbing the dust from the shoes.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you cried in fear that was setting inside you. “Why have so many boyfriends if you can’t handle them?” Cae scoffed. “What if I can’t give them the correct individual time, what if one gets upset because I,” you paused as your words got trapped. “Because one sends you to your deathly high?” She adds for you as you nod to her amused expression. “They all love you, your underestimating the understanding needed in your situation. You’ve banged Donghun and Heechan and you’ve banged Sunwoo with Heechan too, they know you and you know them,” she smiles reassuringly. “Plus what an experience, I’m quite jealous. But don’t tell Youngjae that,” she said with a wink.

The unsettling nervousness was attacking you, especially your ability to please all of them at once. But deep down the fear of you being fucked up all night excited you, yet terrified you at the same time.

You pulled the gentle knotted woolly belt holding your sexy Lingerie underneath the Jacket she tossed at you as you escaped your own party. All while promising to make Youngjae to help her put your apartment back once the party finished. Your sweaty hands knocked gently on the door of the hotel room, full of anticipation once you arrived at your destination.

Sunwoo’s teeth grinned smile is the first thing you see when the door is opened. He’s pleased to see you as he presses his hands on the belt to pull you closer. Wasting no time he slips is tongue into your mouth as he lets you know how much he wants you. Hands attacking your body as he pulls you closer to feel every moment with him.

“Hello we are here too,” you heard Donghun’s voice break your intense moment. Your eyes scanning Heechan who was leaning back on his arms enjoying the show a little too much. Donghun looked a little less relaxed, his member clearly however, noticeable eager for his own moment. “Sorry,” Sunwoo grinned not looking guilty at all. “She was just too delicious not to touch,” he chuckles as he pulls you towards the bed.

“You do look delicious,” Heechan said silkily as he attempts to get closer. “But I want to know, if the wrapper is delicious?” he playfully said as his hands go to your belt. “More importantly Is how delicious is the sexy sweet within,” he adds his lips brushing against your neck yet not making a impact. “I think we should unwrap her what do you think guys?” he asked, his eyes swallowing you whole that has you forgetting to breathe. “Oh I think we already know what goodies are under their,” Donghun chuckles as Heechan toyes with the belt. Heechan eyes widen in your view that has a small gasp leave your throat as he slowly pulls at the belt untying.

The fabric holding your dignity falls showing your lingerie. Sunwoo moans, Donghun growls, but Heechan sucks a breath through his teeth at the view of their candy being unwrapped.

“Your so naughty Lee Suchan,” Heechan says as he steps back to look you up and down.

“I like this,” Donghun adds as his hands rub up your thighs to the crutch-less skin available. “Especially this,” he says as his fingers rub against your folds. “Lilac hmmm it makes you look so extra hot,” Sunwoo hums. “Then come savour me then,” you say with a wink. With that Sunwoo picks you up in his arms and tossed you on to the bed.

The view at the bottom is three hungry pair of eyes looking crazed and ready to attack you in every way. Your nervousness return as your thighs feel the slick coat of arousal that you know will leave the sheets wet. Sunwoo and Heechan simultaneously crawl up the bed as Donghun’s lips start pressing against your ankle between the straps of your heels.

Heechan presses his lips against yours, his teeth gently attacking your lips as he gets lost in the world of your mouth. Sunwoo’s lips have found your neck as he presses small kisses, letting the panting of his arousal hit your neck that has you shiver.

You moan into Heechan’s mouth when you feel Donghun’s travelling lips connect with your throbbing nub. His suction as his tongue invades to lick up the drips of your slick from your core, has your pelvis thrust against him.

“This mouth needs something a little more sturdy then my tongue,” Heechan pants between kisses. His hands fighting his lower clothes as he strips them from his body. His cock hard with precum at the tip takes your eyes. “Oh you like what you see sweetie,” he coos as he pumps himself. Sunwoo snatched your attention when he brings his teeth to graze over your nipple. He vibrates his chuckles on your skin which has you hiss through your teeth from the yelp he pulled. As he settles his lips and hands to work on your breasts, Heechan tips his finger under your chin to face him. His impressive length ready to meet your lips as you look up his way.

Sliding his member into your mouth you hollow your cheeks as you lift your head to meet his gentle thrusts.

The feeling of having all three of them attacking your body has your mind almost foggy as walls clench around the wet muscle of Donghun. Vibrations of your moans along Heechan’s member has his speed fasten. “Sweetie I need to feed you my cum,” Heechan moans into the air. Your taken by surprise when the man who normally holds himself for hours fills you like an inpatient teenager. Your throat gagging as you swallow his creamy liquid as he slows his speed. “Let me see,” he pants removing his member as you open your mouth to show him the creamy texture of his high that’s coated your tongue. He wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours in desire to taste himself. His member digging into you clearly having not lost its erection.

“I want my cum all over her,” Sunwoo says leaving your breasts to pump his member. Before you could make a single word Donghun’s fingers slide into your heat. He takes great care to slowly enter his digits so that it rubs along the walls deliberately avoiding your sweet spot. The act seemingly having you frustrated as you start bringing your pelvis to meet him. Stinging sensation of your thighs erupt as he slaps them with his spare hand, before slamming his fingers in more forcefully has you realise he wants you still.

Even with Sunwoo’s hot shaft placed in your palm as he fucks himself into your grip, you can’t take your mind from Donghun’s Frustrating attack. “What’s up Princess, you too scared to cum on my fingers,” Donghun Coo’s as you whimper. “Guys give those nipples an extra tweak,” he orders and Heechan and Sunwoo obey. Heechan’s fingers tweaked a little more rougher then Sunwoo, as your body tingles to their action from the short felt pain. Donghun’s rhythm hard in your core as he adds another finger as your whines become a loud set of moans.

You feel your coil spring as you begin to lose your mind that you can’t make sense of Donghun’s mocking words. The pads of his fingers against your sweet spot have your grip around Sunwoo shaft tighten. The action slips moans of his own seconds before he coats his essence all over your breasts. Heechan using his hands to rub his friend’s paint into your skin, humming in excitement as he did. “Princess likes being painted in our cum does she,” Donghun growls, his words pushing you over your high as you cum all over his fingers.

Digits being removed in replacement of Donghun’s throbbing member wasting no time slamming it in. “Holy fuck Princess your so nice, wet and warm for me,” he coo’s as your walls tighten around him due to your sensitivity. “My princess likes it when I do this,” Donghun explains as his hands reach around your neck. He looses himself in you, slamming in you hard as you whimper around him. “Oh sweetie he’s right you do go feral don’t you,” Heechan coos as you raise your pelvis to Donghun’s hard thrusts. “You look breathless maybe I should help you out,” Heechan says as your walls clamp around Donghun. Heechan’s lips find yours as he uses the remaining oxygen Donghun’s allowed you to have as he kisses you till you feel dizzy and fucked senseless. You feel the familiar sensation as your orgasm chases again, Donghun sensing this as his speed increases. His grunts as he fills you with his hot cum deep in you pushes you over the edge as you mix your own juices with his.

Donghun presses a small kiss to your now absent lips as he removes himself from you. Them all giggling as you lay there panting with goosebumps attacking your skin.

“Not enough paint for my liking,” Heechan says finally his voice making you shiver. “What do you think Sunwoo,” Heechan says breaking the silence from your quiet boyfriend. “I want her painted from head to toe in all our cum, like a beautiful painting so she will never forget us,” Sunwoo says his eyes taking your soul. “Trust me she’s never going to need to forget us,” Donghun says flicking your nipple to hear you yelp.

“On all fours,” Donghun orders as you wearily move into his ordered position. He slaps your ass as you feel a hard cock rutt against your ass. You whine as his length rubs alongside your sensitive nub. “Sweetie I’m going to fuck you while you suck Sunwoo off,” Heechan says as his hands rub your ass cheek.

You move slightly to lean over Sunwoo who’s sat by the headboard. He cups your face as he kisses you passionately as if your his whole world. Your eyes take to his when he leaves and your sure you see a slight sadness behind them. Before you can evaluate Heechan slams himself into you, you lower your head into Sunwoo stomach as he starts his pace. Your lips press over Sunwoo soft skin to his abs, suckling as you mark his skin in beautiful purple blemishes before your lips take to his member.

You feel Donghun’s kisses to your collar bone as he makes marks of his own, your hisses vibrating up Sunwoo’s cock that has him moan. Heechan speed increases as his hands find your breast to cup.

You bobble up and down Sunwoo shaft while your being fucked and suckled to death. The vibration from your throat having Sunwoo thighs shake clearly close to his high. “Shit, fuck, she’s so good, I’m going to cum,” Sunwoo pants, his voice more deeper then usual as he struggles to hold his high back. Heechan chuckles evily hearing the same as he speeds himself to get more moans falling from your throat. It takes just a couple thrusts for his friend before he’s come undone spilling his seed deep down your throat. Spluttering from his cum as you struggle from breath as Sunwoo softens in your mouth till it slips. Heechan’s grip on your hip tightens as he slams himself in with heavier thrusts that has your whines hitting the air, encouraging Donghun to place his hands to muffle. “Princess the other people in this hotel will hear how much a slut you are,” he Growls.

Sunwoo moves so Donghun can take his place. “Let me help keep those whimpers at bay,” Donghun said pressing his hands behind your head to push you on to his hardening dick. Like Sunwoo before him the vibration of your moans has his high attacking almost instantly. Heechan happily helping to emit the moans from you to tease him. His fingers finding your sensitive bud as he swirls eights around them. “Do you like that sweetie,” he chuckles as his fingers speed their rhythm against you. Your walls clamp around him as you attempt to hold the orgasm your holding back. “Let go sweetie,” he whispers in your ear that undoes you as your moans send Donghun spilling his seed down your throat. Your walls convulsing milks Heechan into his own high too, his fingers digging into your flesh as he releases.

You fall onto the bed panting after what feels like your 100th orgasm. Having been fucked hard and fast by both your three men your body is exhausted. Their stamina scaring you as your body laid their shook after four hours of sexual torture. Your skin glossy with the moisture from their cum that they had taken turns painting you with. “I think she needs a break,” Sunwoo pleads on your behalf as words can’t fall from your mouth. “She needs cleaning up,” he adds. “But I like her looking cum fucked,” Heechan whines. “And head fucked from all those orgasms,” Donghun adds. “Nothing stopping us fucking her when we clean her up I suppose,” Heechan grins mischievously. “What do you think Princess?” Donghun asks as you can’t find the energy to move your head to nod. “Oh look at you sweetie your too fucking gone to answer such a request,” Heechan chuckles.

Sunwoo lifts you into his arms, your head lolling into his chest as he presses a couple of kisses on your Temple sweetly. “Come on baby let’s get you washed up,” he coos as he takes you to the bathroom, Heechan and Donghun following. He holds you in his arms as you fall asleep while Heechan turns on the shower. Standing under the running shower flow, he opens his arms to take you from him. You can barely keep your eyes open as you land into Heechan’s arms. “Oh sweetie are you really that tired?” he coo’s. “Looks like we fucked you good princess,” Donghun adds, his hands covering your eyes from the running water falling in them. Sunwoo lathers shampoo into your hair, his hands enjoying the feeling of you beneath his finger tips as he hums. Donghun helps to lather away your cum stained body, his hands gently and seductively rubbing at every inch of skin. When your all rinsed down, your eyes brush over their hungry prey eyes. You gulp feeling Heechan’s member hitting your back. More? They wanted more?

Heechan gently placed you to your feet his lips attacking you instantly. Sunwoo’s own are already kissing your back, his hardened member brushing against your ass as he does. “It’s ok baby I’ll fuck you in here so you stay clean,” Sunwoo chuckles as he slams himself into you. Heechan and Donghun take their time to kiss you while Sunwoo focuses on forcing another orgasm your way. Despite your orgasms being snatched so soon this one remain stubborn, tethering on a high that refuses to release. Moans being suckled between the two of them, while your walls clamping snatched moans from Sunwoo. His speed increasing with each minute he’s not pushed you over the edge. Despite his trembling thighs and tight grip on your waist he refuses to let go till you do. “Baby, baby,” he cry’s letting you know he can’t hold back any more longer as he spills his cum deep in you. The feeling of his warm cum triggering you finally into your relief as you let Donghun swallow the mantra of Sunwoo’s name.

When Donghun & Heechan had fished another orgasm from you, you sink to the floor, your legs refusing to hold you any further. “I think we’ve officially killed her,” Sunwoo chuckles as he gets on his knees to cup your face. “Your tired aren’t you baby?” He asks with slight concern.

You gargle an attempt at a word that has Heechan laugh hit the air. “Come baby,” Sunwoo says picking you up by your waist to stand. Before you can reply Donghun Scoops you up, “ok Princess let’s get you dressed ready for bed,” he said pressing a kiss to your forehead. The love these three have for you leaves you filled with comfort and joy. “Let me dry her hair,” Sunwoo says as your plopped in-front of the excited lad, hair dryer and finger tips ready to pamper you.

When he’s finished and your eyes can barely stay open he leans you backwards, rolling you till your back reaches Donghun. Sunwoo slips into the bed his lips brush a kiss upon you. “Night baby,” he whispers with slight teary eyes that your far too exhausted to question. Donghun’s arms pull you tighter into him, bringing your slumber forward as your eyes shut on the saddened eyes of Kim Sunwoo.

You waken to Donghun’s snoring, Sunwoo side is empty making you feel slightly lost. You presume He needed a shower in peace and you let your eyes brush over the 7am clock before falling back to sleep.

“What do we tell her?” Donghun’s voice wakes you. “Nothing let me sort it, i’ll speak to him, he’s having a wobble that’s all,” Heechan replied. Your heart feels like it slowing as your eyes refuse to open to hear them further. “This will devastate her, she’s so badly in love with him,” Donghun cry’s. “Don’t you think I don’t know that, do you not think I know that this is only because she wants him and she can’t. Trust me I’ll sort it don’t let her see that note,” Heechan says as you can hear the click of his belt.

You can’t bare to be kept in the dark any longer and you sit up to face their crestfallen faces on display. “Pass me the note,” you order, as they glance at each other fear of your reaction. “It doesn’t matter what the notes says it’s a blip I will sort it I promise,” Heechan fake smiles. “Donghun please as your best friend pass me the note,” you ask your eyes widening towards your best friend. His eyes drop as he takes it to you knowing that you need to view it right that second. “Suchan please,” Heechan pleads, “don’t read it, he don’t mean it you know how jealous he can get, let me sort it,” He adds.

Your hands shake as you hold the letter, you can see tears almost falling from Donghun’s, your pain is enough to hurt him too.

‘My Dearest Suchan being with you has been the most amazing time I have ever had, So full of love and happiness. But Jacob was right, I fell in love and can’t handle sharing you. I regret running away from the start, and now I’ve paid the price. I know Donghun and Heechan will look after you well and give you the excitement fun we’ve been able to give you. I hope you will cherish last night like I will do too. Forever with love Sunwoo xx’

Your mind went numb, the sound of your sobbing tears falling on the paper fill the room. Sunwoo had left you, not because he didn’t want you but because he couldn’t handle this shared relationship. Jacob was right, he was always right why did you doubt him. Chanhee also, he pleaded in the car, he told you Sunwoo wouldn’t be able to handle it. You had ignored the people who knew you both.

“I’ll fix this I promise,” Heechan repeated cupping your teary face. He looked at Donghun before dashing in pursuit of Sunwoo. “Princess I’m here, I got you,” Donghun said, his voice breaking as he held you as you sobbed into his arms.

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Long Nights and Fleeting Moments (18+) - Chapter One

Dabi x F!Sex worker Reader

This series contains dark content, including r*pe, dr*g use, strong language and sexual content. If you are not in the right headspace, please skip this series and check out my other work.

Chapter two will be released March 5th

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Bright headlights spread across your window, flooding the dark room with yellow. Knowing what’s to come, you grab your phone and wait for instructions to enter the luxury black sedan. The kind with a glistening hood ornament that signals wealth and a roaring engine letting everyone hear the car, before seeing it. On queue, your phone chimes with a message. You don’t even both to look at them anymore, it’s always the same two words; “Get in”.

You do a one over in the mirror, checking that every strand of hair is in the correct place, that your makeup hasn’t smeared and your cleavage is just the right about of exposed. Tonight your wearing a short emerald dress with a low and loose cowl neckline. The dress alone costed 140,000 Yen.

Your life wasn’t always lavish cars and designer clothes. It’s such a cliche that it’s almost embarrassing. Orphaned at a young age, broke and hungry you turned to cheap tricks and petty theft. Borrowed too much money from the wrong people and now selling your body and quirk just to pay it back. Again, total cliche. Luckily aside from only getting to keep 10% of your earnings, and the occasional roughing up from over compensating clients, you like the job enough. You have food, clean water and a roof over your head. Sure you wish for more, but that’s nothing more than a fleeting dream for someone like you.

Two honks from a car horn snaps you out of your thoughts. Broken gravel scratch under your red bottom stilettos as you rush to the car. Inside a middle aged man with a lean build and auburn hair with a stylish undercut waits for you with a grin and thirsty eyes.

“If you took any longer, I was about to come in there and fuck you myself.”

“Double what the clients payin’, and I just might let ya’”

“Damn, that’s how it is now? I remember when you use to let me fuck for free.”

“Then I came to my senses. If the sex is going to suck, might as well get something out of it.”

You could see in the rear view mirror how much he wanted to smack you right now. Good thing he knows better than to damage the merchandise. Instead he took his anger out on the road, slamming his foot down in reverse and peeled out fast enough to leave tread marks on the pavement.

City lights zip past, ushering you into a brief moment of calmness. Your forehead presses against the cold window as your fingers play with the hem of your dress. The hum of the engine lull you into deep thoughts.

You never get any information on your clients beforehand. For their own protection. Certainly not yours. But you’ve gotten good at predicting what your client is like just by the limited information you’re given. Where you’ll go and what to wear. The predictability is boring.

Married clients and politicians request discreet hotels. Master suits they can pay with cash. They’ll treat you with the full works. Five star room services and a fully stocked open mini bar.

For the single businessmen, it’s always at their private residence. They’ll give you a tour of each room, trying to give you small glimpses of what life would be like if you were to leave the life of a whore and become a house wife. They especially love to show off the kitchen.

Women are the most unpredictable. And the most fun. They’ll treat you well and lead you back to their private bathhouse, secluded inn or luxury hotel. You don’t know what to expect with your female clients, but you can always expect to cum.

“We’re here.”

Turning your attention to the front of the building, you see valet parking driving expensive sports cars. A decorative water fountain made of marble. Well groomed waiters in tuxedos ushering people inside through grand doors.

Shit…. It’s a hero.

Heros are the most predictable, most insufferable clients. The lower the hero ranks on the totem pole, the less they care about being seen with questionable company. So they’ll always invite you out for lavish dinner, fine wine then walk you to a hotel, just so you have to endure seeing all their fans swoon over them, before they fuck you sloppy. Not even the good, fun sloppy. The one sided, shit rhythm sloppy.

The high ranking heros, usually those who rank higher than 50, they’ll come to you. It’s why you were moved into a house with large privacy fencing in a secluded area. As if it’s not bad enough having to surrender your whole body to them, but also having them invade your personal space is torture.

Jin, your driver, opens the door for you and nods his head to the side, instructing you to get out. Your drivers are always quick to flee the scene, better to go unnoticed. Again, for their safety. Not yours.

You dig into your clutch and pull out a small pocket mirror to do one final check. This time you’re not looking for imperfection in your hair or makeup. It’s to check that your nerves aren’t showing. Clients don’t wish to see the human side of you.

“Ah, Miss Y/N. You’re expected. Please follow me.”

You clasp the mirror shut and tuck it away into your matching clutch.

The older gentleman dressed in a butler style uniform leads you to a private dining room, sealed by two red doors with decorative gold overlay. He doesn’t look you in the eyes once, not even as he opens the door or rises from bowing his head.

Inside sits a younger man, maybe in his mid 30s. He’s out of his hero costume, making him unrecognizable. You don’t expect to know his hero alias, you don’t care to know. You prefer it this way. It’s always weird when they show up in spandex, dressed like their role playing. Hell, sometimes they are. Who woulda thunk that heros like to role play as the villain so often?

“Damn. Pictures don’t do your beauty justice.”

He’s well built, with blue eyes and scruffy dark hair. His perfectly tailored suit slings to his wide biceps. Why do heros always have to wear such tight clothing? He’s sitting in his chair, legs spread open as his chin rests again his palm with a lazy smile on his face. He doesn’t bother getting up, clearly preferring you to do all the work.

You strut with a smile, locking eyes to keep his focus on you. When you’re close enough, you bend down and let a kiss linger on the side of his lips, while resting your hard on the side of his jaw.

“Thanks for inviting me out tonight.” You whisper in the shell of his ear, feeling a small quiver.

You sit next to him, crossing one leg and letting it drape over his thigh. This close up you can see all the signs that your his first proper escort. He’s hesitant with his movements, his hand hovers over your ass. You wonder what he’s thinking right now.

Can I touch her?

Does this cost extra?

Should I just take her to the hotel now and fuck her?

There’s a bead of sweat forming on his temple. Poor thing.

“You can touch. You paid upfront after all.”

So he does. His hand possesses your ass. He’s no longer gentle or second guessing himself. When it finally clicks that your nothing but purchased fun, all inhibitions are out the door. He doesn’t even think twice as he shoves your head down on his cock as he casually orders more drinks. Nothing alcoholic for him, but you, it’s straight dirty liquor.

He doesn’t even do you the courtesy of fucking you in the hotel he originally planned. Instead he orders the waitstaff to lock the private dining room doors and to remain out of sight for the next two hour.

Why do heros always act like monsters when the mask comes off?

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You’re standing in the restaurants bathroom. Torn panties in the trash. A wad of tissue paper between your legs. Your hair no longer neat and makeup completely smeared. You looked the bathroom door and can hear two women complaining on the other side. Not that you care. Slowly you turn so your back to the mirror and lift up your dress, exposing the deep bruises on your left ass cheek. Looking at the aftermath no longer has any feelings attached to it. Once you wept, now you’re calloused.

With a deep inhale and exhale, you pull the makeup wipes out of your tiny clutch and try to present yourself to the world with some dignity. The cum filled toilet paper is thrown into the trash, with your lacy panties. You swing the door open and hear one of the women call you a whore under her breath.

“Bitch.”

You whisper just as loudly as she did.

Outside there is no one for you. You’re always dropped off, but once the money is made they don’t care how you get home. As long as you’re ready for your next job.

You watch as the bright full moon dips behind clouds and skyscrapers. Your shoes scrape and drag against cement, scuffing the red leather soles. The streets are calm as most residents have long retreated to the safety and comfort or their beds. There’s the sound chatter, the occasional honking of a horn and a low quiet hum of various neon lights. The walk home, with all the trains closed down for the night is sure to be long. An hour, maybe an hour and a half. Just thinking about it makes your feet hurt. Which is exactly why you never leave for a job without some over the counter pain killers tucked away in your purse.

“The hero killer Stain has been apprehended…”

A TV streaming the news through a front store window of a electronics resale breaks apart the usual sounds you expect to hear at this hour on the walk home. You turn and step closer to the window, listening and watching closely. Photos of the earlier events scroll through as the newscaster gives more details. In one photo, in the background you see familiar dark scruffy hair and and bulky build. The photo isn’t of him, your recent client, hell, most people probably wouldn’t of even realized he’s in the photo unless someone pointed him out. A background character. Guess this was his cause of celebration tonight. The capture of some villian he certainly had no lead in apprehending.

“While the hero killer lives out the remainder of his life behind bars, the stain he left on society will never be cleansed.”

“For fuck sake. Dramatic much?” You make the snide remarks to yourself, carelessly rolling your eyes as you’ve heard enough of this broadcast. You make a quick turn on your heals and reach for your cellphone at the same time, opting to call for a ride share. But before you can make that call for a saving grace of your feet, your phone drops to the cement as you walk into what feels like a wall. And maybe if your blood alcohol levels wasn’t illegally high, you wouldn’t have fallen on your ass with a new crack in your phone screen.

“Shiiiiit, that hurt…”

Opening your eyes you see two pairs of cheap black dress shoes and scarred purplish skin showing from the ripped dress pants being too short to cover. In front of your face, a hand with silver staples piecing together marred skin to undamaged skin, holds your phone in front of you.

“You better not blame me for the damage.”

The voice is rough and dry. The kind of raspiness that comes from years of sucking down smoke. You focus out of the drunken haze to see a male with black spiky hair, piercings, wearing a disheveled suit and looking at your with the brightness cyan eyes.

“And if your going to go commando, might want to avoid such a short dress while walking around piss drunk… Not that I mind the view.”

Your face beats red, any drop of booze in your body gets evaporated from the heat of embarrassment alone. You scramble off the pavement and snatch your phone from his hand with a scoff. You mumble calling him an asshole, which he must have caught since he’s grinning.

“Yes, very funny! Clearly it’s been a night!” Your attempts to hide embarrassment with sarcasm is a total miss.

Hoping to avoid anymore unnecessary comments from strangers, no matter how attractive, you hit pay on the ride share app and wait in silence.

Glancing back towards him a couple times, the strangers focus has gone off you and back to the news stream about Stain. He seems enthralled by the scene playing, committing every word and picture to memory. It’s like he totally forgot you’re even there, that you don’t even mind standing around with him as you wait for your ride. Neither of you try to mend the silence with small talk. But at the same time, neither of you bother to create more space. Standing within two feet of each other the entire time as he carefully watching the new through the store front window, and you mindlessly scroll through photos of beautiful women on Insta.

17 minutes passes and your ride pulls up with an older woman giving you a warm smile. A five start review smile. As you open the door, the handsome stranger casually wishes you a goodnight, waving you off before walking down the alley. You took one last look up at the news broadcast to see it’s still covering the Stain segment.

•

•

•

It’s been three days since your last date. You suspect you’ll be getting a new job soon, as you never go more than a couple days without earning money. Honestly, you’re getting restless for a good fuck. The last date was completely one sided, not to mention painfully quick.

As if god herself heard your plea, your work phone vibrates with a text notification.

“I’m coming over tonight. I have you booked for three hours.”

Ugh… guess it’s another dry night.

The text is from one of your regulars. A special privilege client. The kind that gets his personal contact saved in your phone. His visits have become so frequent over the past two years that you don’t even bother getting dressed up anymore. If anything he prefers you more casual. You hurry to take a shower, use his favorite shampoo that he buy’s specifically for his visits, and change into nothing put a loose tank top and ripped jean shorts. No bra. No makeup.

Not even 40 minutes later, you hear the doorknob of your front door turn and soon a strong presence is towering over you from behind as your preparing his favorite tea. Silently you turn around with a hot cup in your hand, offering it to your guest. His large hands take it from you but only to put it back on the counter. Two bulky arms move to cage you in as his hard body presses your back to the kitchen counter. He’s close enough that your nostrils fill with his cologne, but skin never touches skin.

You both stay like this for a dense three minutes. His nose hovers over the curve of your neck to your shoulder, breathing in your floral shampoo. You stand there silent and calm. Bored if anything. Patiently waiting for him to make a move.

“Are you actually going to fuck me this time? Or are we going to keep—“

A strong grip slaps over your mouth as his eyes beat down on you with furrowed brows.

“Shut your mouth.” He seethes “Don’t speak to me that way. You know the rules.”

Even this simple touch has his dick hard. That much is visibly evident. He’s quick to pull his hand away when he realizes. Trying to smooth the dryness in his throat, he reaches for his tea and moves to sit at your kitchen table. You don’t bother to join him.

“I don’t understand why you pay so much money to just… hangout.” Your voice is low, lacking confidence in your tone. “If my quirk effects you that much…”

You let the sentence die off, running a hand through your hair. The money is good. Really good. And in retrospect, it’s easy money. As awkward as these visits are, you don’t want them to end. You need to learn to stop poking the fire.

The first night with him should have been the last. But he kept coming back and paying obscene amounts of money for what seems like nothing.

Once a month, for the past two years he has come over doing nothing more than the occasional gentle touch over your cloths, while he lives this fantasy of a normal life doing mundane things. As you sit around watching TV, cooking dinner or simply orbiting in silence. You’ve watched him crumble apart more and more with each visit. His words always filled with guilt and anger. His desperate need to feel something, anything, other than his own self loathing. You offer him a world that he’ll never belong in.

“You should leave this… life” his hands gesture around your house “and come work for me as my support sidekick. You know I’ll pay whatever amount you put down.”

You grown at this conversation again. Every couple of months he insults your livelihood and tries to win you over with riches and a cushy job.

“I can protect you from your boss. I’ll track him down and throw him into the deepest pit I can find.” His voice gets deeper. He’s serious.

You sit on his lap, draping your arms around his neck and wait for his reaction. Oh! There it is. His discomfort with physical touch which you established. The way he tries to scoot out from under you. How he can’t look your way. And your favorite, the clearing of his throat like he’s literally chocking on your presence.

Charmer….

“And what, you’ll shrink me down into pocket size and carry me everywhere for my quirk? You know it only works…” you stroke his chest “when we touch” the last bit is a whisper, with your hand going lower with each word.

“Then train. You’re useless otherwise.” He grabs your wrist and yanks you off of him.

The chair under him scrapes against your wood floors as he pushes himself off. He’s already heading out of door, not even having enough time to take off his suede jacket.

“Enji, wait!”

The sound of the screen door snapping to the frame is the only response you get.

•••

Hey!

While this series discusses sex work, I would like to say I believe that sex working is a legitimate career.

In the US and many other countries, sex work is illegal and stigmatized. Sex work won’t go away by criminalizing it. It just makes the job dangerous for everyone involved. How can a victim of violence report to the authorities, when risk being arrested themselves just because of their job? How can someone feel comfortable going into a clinic, when they feel judged?

If you’re a sex worker, I just want to say… I’m so fucking sorry society and unjust laws have failed you. Stay strong. Keep being awesome. Find safe resources to keep yourself protected.

#dabi x reader #touya x reader #todoroki x reader #toya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki #dabi imagine #Dabi

[rawiswhore]

Mike Awesome/That 70's Guy x Fem Reader- "Just a Jiggle-r"

In the late 1970's, a genre of television known as "jiggle TV" was beginning to sprout in abundance and popularity.

Jiggle TV was a term used to describe television series at the time that used beautiful women dressed in bikinis, lingerie, negligees, short shorts, a short dress or even being naked under a towel, and these shows would have women moving around in some of these outfits where their breasts and/or ass cheeks would jiggle.

Sometimes these beautiful women would go braless and their nipples would protrude through the fabric of their tops.

Examples of jiggle TV during this era are "Three's Company", "Charlie's Angels", "Wonder Woman" with Linda Carter, "The Love Boat", and "Battle of the Network Stars".

The late 1970's was when jiggle TV was at the height and zenith of its popularity.

In the year 2000, professional wrestler Mike Awesome joined wrestling company WCW, and after they humiliated him and turned him into a joke by making him play the Fat Chick Thrilla (a gimmick where he has a fetish for fat women), he played a new gimmick known as That 70's Guy---a man completely stuck in the 1970's.

At least when he played That 70's Guy, he no longer played someone with a fat chick fetish, which is good for you, because now his character can be sexually attracted to you, who is slender and thin.

You joined WCW at the right time, because that was when Mike Awesome not only played That 70's Guy, but also looked his sexiest and best.

On a "WCW Thunder" episode when Mike was playing his That 70's Guy character, you strolled to him down a hallway wearing a midriff bearing tank top with laces tied at the chest area and denim Daisy Duke shorts with open toed stiletto sex kitten heels.

The camera first began filming your feet, only for the camera to elevate up your smooth, beautiful legs as you walked down this hallway and then slowly film up the outfit you were wearing and film you above your chest to reveal to the audience who this was.

As you walked closer to Mike, your breasts were visibly bouncing underneath your top on purpose, and you wore no bra under your top.

Your nipples were poking through the fabric of your top.

Mike's head turned to you as you approached closer to him, he heard your high heels on the hard floor as you walked closer to him, where his face lit up as you strolled to him more and more.

"Hey!" he said with a smile on his face as you walked closer to him.

"Hi!" you greeted him with a smile on your face, only for you to stop walking once you stood next to him. "Does my outfit look 1970's?"

As you asked him this question, your breasts bounced and jiggled a little bit while your hands pointed to yourself.

"Yeah" Mike answered, nodding his head. "I remember when Charlie's Angels dressed like that"

"I wore this outfit just for you" you said to him. "Do you like my outfit?"

You slowly rotated and turned your body around to show him your outfit, showing him your outfit behind, your short shorts showing a little bit of your bare ass cheeks hanging out, then you rotated your body until he could see your torso and your face.

"Oh yeah" Mike replied, nodding his head.

"Did you see me walking down this hallway?" you asked him, referring to you walking down the hallway with your tits bouncing under your top.

"I did" Mike answered. "I heard your high heels walking down"

You wanted his character to see your tits bouncing up and down as you walked down the hallway to him.

"I would've worn a negligee or a teddy or even just a towel" you said to him. "Like those women on 'Three's Company'"

"We're on television!" Mike referred. "You're about to valet for me"

Although, Mike would love to see you in those outfits, in fact, he has.

"I want you to look at me when I walk you to the ring" you said to him.

"I can't take my eyes off of you in general" Mike said.

"And you won't be able to either" you referred with a grin on your face.

Later on, when you escorted Mike to the ring, your breasts were bouncing and jiggling up and down under your top on purpose, and many male fans were whistling at you and making catcalls.

As you walked him to the ring, sometimes Mike peered and looked at your chest, his eyes noticing your tits bouncing under your top.

He had a faint little smirk and smile as he stared at your chest---especially your breasts bouncing.

During the match, you sometimes jumped up and down next to the ring so your breasts could visibly bounce and jiggle underneath your top, and the camera caught your breasts bouncing under your shirt.

This moment you did with Mike was a tribute to 1970's "jiggle TV" as it's called.

#mike awesome #that 70's guy #wcw #2000 #2000s #00s #birthday #happy birthday

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Murder Club

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rW8gIwX

by CardioJunkie

Kitsune is a hustling, trickster, shape-shifting, dream-eating fox spirit in America. Many things annoy Kitsune, and the most annoying is that Kitsune's best friend Zoe is in love with someone...again. Zoe is a lovesick oshare shoe spirit. When Zoe's love interest dies under mysterious circumstances, Zoe's grief compels Kitsune to investigate. The two spirits call in favors from unlikely sources and form a "Murder Club" to catch a killer.

Words: 1153, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of West Coast American Gods

Fandoms: American Gods (TV), American Gods - Neil Gaiman, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Lore Olympus (Webcomic), Norse Religion & Lore, Japanese Mythology, Marvel 616, Loki (TV 2021), Loki (Marvel Comics), GAIMAN Neil - Works, Norse Mythology - Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman, Thor (Comics), Thor: Tales of Asgard

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, Gen, Other

Characters: Apollo (Lore Olympus), Kitsune (Character), Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), BAMF Loki (Marvel), Kitsune, Asian-American Character, Shoes, Yôkai, Youkai, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Character of Color, Bisexuality, Bisexual Character, Extramarital Affairs, Polyamory, Murder, Murder Mystery, Brutal Murder, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Overdosing, Brunch, baku, Expansion: The Dream-Eaters, Fashion & Couture, San Francisco Bay Area, San Francisco, Asexual Character, Asexuality Spectrum, American History, Serial Killers, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Marvel Norse Lore, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, Japanese Culture, Japanese, Food, References to Sex and the City (TV), Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Stiletto Heels, manoloblahnik, Louboutin, Coffee, Domestic Fluff, Comfort, Angst and Feels, Jealousy, Chocolate, Inari, Opioids, Partying, Texting, Post-Deposition, Discrimination, Harassment, double standard, Oni, Medical Examination, New York

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/rW8gIwX

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[lilvcalloway]

The Trouble With Love (2015)

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[oxfordedits]

stiletto/oxford messy headers

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#sex love & stiletto #book headers #lauren layne #lauren layne headers #lauren layne books #sex love & stiletto headers #oxford series #oxford headers #oxford #just one night #just one night headers #rileysam #rileysam headers #juliemitchell #juliemitchell headers #after the kiss #after the kiss headers #nicktaylor #nicktaylor headers #taylornick #taylornick headers #i knew you were trouble #i knew you were trouble headers #brithunter #brithunter headers #i think i love you #i think i love you headers #messy headers #book messy headers

[bookstwipacks]

the trouble with love headers

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#headers #books headers #headers books #lauren layne #lauren layne headers #headers lauren layne #Sex Love and Stiletto #sex love and stiletto headers #headers sex love and stiletto #emmacassidy headers #emmacassidy #emma sinclair headers #headers emma sinclair #alex cassidy headers #headers alex cassidy #oxford series

[stilettoarchive]

stiletto girls headers.

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#headers #books headers #headers stiletto #stiletto headers #stiletto series #lauren layne #sex love and stiletto headers #sex love and stiletto

[iheartgracie]

sex love & stiletto series quotes part 3

“Julie changed the subject. “Hey, Cassidy, Mitchell has something to ask you,” she said in a loud voice, quieting all other conversation.

Mitchell glared at her. “Not here I don’t.”

“Yeah, of course here,” Julie chirped, tilting her head. “He can’t say no to you here.”

“Oh, I absolutely can,” Cassidy said, raising his glass in Mitchell’s direction. “But you might as well get it over with. Is it about the triathlon we talked about, because I’m totally in—”

“Shut it, Cassidy,” Riley said, stuffing a piece of baguette in his mouth. “Let Mitchell do the talking.”

“Because he’s so good at that,��� Jake said, earning the middle finger from his friend.

Mitchell ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I, well, the thing is—”

“Oh, I’ll do it,” Julie interrupted. “So, Cassidy, you know we get married in a few weeks. . . .”

Cassidy slowly chewed the bread Riley had stuffed in his mouth before replying. “I am aware of this.”

“Well, Mitchell here has, like, zero friends, because he’s antisocial.”

“Introverted,” Mitchell ground out. “The word you’re looking for is introverted, and we introverts have small, selective circles of friends.”

“Hear, hear,” Emma said.”

“Lincoln pushed it back. “Dude, Jake and Cole are right. You need this.”

“Need what?”

“To get laid,” Lincoln said, emphasis on the last word.

Alex glanced around his office at the other men. “That’s what this is about? You think I’m curt—”

“Curmudgeonly,” Cole broke in.

“Because I’m horny?” Alex asked, ignoring Cole’s interruption.

“Definitely,” Jake said with a nod.”

“He really does have that skill,” Cole broke in. “It’s annoying. Every girl I sleep with wants to kill me after.”

“That’s because you slip out of bed in the a.m. and leave a “Thanks, babe” Post-it Note on the pillow,” Jake said.

“So does Mathis!”

“Riley had voted for a short, red “booby” dress, because “men couldn’t get too mean with a boner.”

Grace had suggested something pink and feminine to “remind him to be a gentleman.”

Good old Julie had asked if Emma still had her wedding dress, “just for impact.”

“Opening it, she found Grace and Riley doing a goofy slow dance to . . . that damn Carrie Underwood–Randy Travis song.

Emma dropped her purse on her desk, trying to look stern, but a smile slipped out as she put hands on her hips. “Really. Really?”

“Shh,” Grace said, resting her head on Riley’s shoulder. “We’re having a moment.”

“The good kind of moment,” Riley said, before starting to make some sort of Elvis pelvis move.

Emma stuck her arm between their bodies, pushing her friends apart. “Ha. Freaking. Ha. Let me guess: Julie called you and reported that I’d danced with Cassidy?”

“Of course she didn’t call,” Grace said, going to her laptop to stop the music blaring from its crappy speakers. “It was her wedding night.”

“Yeah, don’t be a dolt, Ems,” Riley said, pulling a box of doughnut holes—they still made those—from her purse and popping one in her mouth. “She texted.”

“Riley shrugged. “Fair enough. But a word of advice?”

“Oh, no,” Grace muttered.

“What?” Emma asked warily.

“When you tell him that you cut him out of your article while writing about eleven other guys you’ve slept with?”

“Yessssss?” Emma asked, when Riley didn’t continue.

Her friend reached down and quickly flicked one of the buttons on Emma’s shirt, revealing a bit more cleavage.

“There,” Riley said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “That ought to help the matter.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Cassidy said.

“Oh, I do!” Sam said. “I got this. Mr. Malone, son, why were you in Mr. Cassidy’s office?”

Jake stared at him. “Are you trying to do a principal impersonation?”

Sam gave him a patient look and Jake squirmed. “You’re good at it. Okay, um, I was in Cassidy’s office because I was looking for something.”

“Looking for . . .” Sam prodded.

“Condoms,” Jake said matter-of-factly.

Julie snorted, but Sam merely gave a sage nod. “You were seeking contraceptives.”

“Yes, to, um, fornicate with my wife.”

“Actually,” Emma said, peeking over the top of the couch as she watched the interaction. “One can’t fornicate with one’s wife. Fornication by definition is sexual intercourse with someone you’re not married to.”

All four men stared at her. “How does she know that?” Jake whispered to Cassidy.

“Don’t ask me. I didn’t marry her, remember?”

Emma shot him the finger.

“Emma’s quite right on the definition,” Mitchell said. “But let’s get to the heart of the story. Jake, did you find the condoms?”

“That is not the heart of the story,” Cassidy said. “My entire point was—”

“I did find condoms,”

“Holy crap. It’s almost one!”

“On a school night, too!” Sam said, making a scolding noise.

“Shut it,” Riley said around another yawn. “Not all of us are self-employed.”

“Maybe our boss will let us come in late tomorrow,” Julie said, fluttering her eyelashes at Cassidy.

“That’s not going to do it,” Riley said. “Emma, take your shirt off. Then you ask him.”

“I’m Julie Greene. That beast stuffing another donut in her face and not gaining a pound is Riley McKenna, the preppy one in the sweater set is Grace Malone, and of course you already know Emma. We’re the Relationships columnists for Stiletto.”

“Julie gave a little happy sigh. “Mitchell’s scowls do make me hot.”

Riley waggled her eyebrows. “You know what makes me hot?”

“Everything,” Emma Sinclair said, joining the group. “Everything makes you hot. And hungry.”

“Speaking of which, Mollie,” Riley continued, “I’ve decided to hire that magical caterer you used so that he can make me those little mini quiches at all hours.”

Emma lifted an eyebrow. “You do remember that you just got married three months ago? To the love of your life?”

Mollie smiled into her wine. She liked Emma—she was cool, maybe a little bit haughty, but with a biting sense of humor that fit in perfectly with the rest of the group.

“Yeah, but Sam can’t cook,” Riley said, referring to her new husband.

“But he makes whisky for a living,” Emma countered. “Surely that’s better.”

Riley pursed her lips. “I’ll think on that one. I want the whisky and the mini quiches.”

“Yes, well, I want the Prada purse and the Louis Vuitton, and I can afford neither, so I’ll splurge on Coach,” Julie said. “You see how that works?”

“Not really. I can’t eat purses, Jules.”

“mostly she was jealous of their confidence. These women knew what they wanted and got what they wanted”

“Well, if you want my opinion . . .,” Riley said loudly.

“No,” Emma said. “Did you hear anyone say, ‘Riley, what’s your opinion?’ ”

“I like you way better than your sister,” Riley announced.

“Riley!” Julie exclaimed. “You don’t just say that to a person. And you’ve never even met her sister.”

“True. But I watched every single episode of the Housewives seasons she was on.”

“Yeah, because that’s the same thing,” Emma said.

“I know everyone thinks that Madison and Jackson were, like, a couple for the ages or whatever, but there was something shifty about that woman.”

“Riley.” This time Julie’s voice was gentler, but with a warning undertone. “You’re talking about her sister.”

“How the heck did I let myself get into something this complicated?”

“Could be worse,” Riley said, pointing her finger at Emma. “This one hooked up with a dude she once left at the altar.”

Emma batted Riley’s hand away. “You know full well I didn’t leave him at the altar.”

“I know. But you should tell it that way. It’s better,” Riley insisted.”

“Um—” Daisy bit her lip.

“Oh, Jules, that’s super old news,” Mollie said, waving her hand.

“How do you know?” Grace asked.

“Jackson told me,” Mollie replied.

“Wait, what am I missing?” Julie asked.

“Lincoln and Daisy are hooking up,” Grace and Mollie said at the exact same time, with a hint of smugness.

Julie gasped. “What? No. Seriously? I’m out sick for two days and Lincoln Mathis is taken?”

“Whoa, hold up,” Daisy said, holding up a hand, and trying to get control of the conversation. “We’re not…”

“Boning?” Riley supplied. “You totally are. Rumor has it you had office sex.”

Daisy’s face flushed hot. “We did not.”

“You totally did,” Penelope said”

“It’s fine to not define it, or apply a label to it. We’ve all been there. And none of our relationships came without skeletons in the closet. I mean, for God’s sake, Jackson was married to my sister.”

Riley raised her hand. “Sam’s my brother’s best friend and made him some bullshit promise never to touch me so we wasted a decade playing cat and mouse.”

Julie snorted. “That’s nothing. I pursued Mitchell for the sake of a story, and he only said yes because of a bet.”

“Jake’s a commitment-phobe,” Grace said.

“My husband only asked me out way back when because my father told him to, and even then he thought he was going out with my more fun twin,” Emma said into her wine.”

#slas #slas series #slas quotes #lauren layne #laurenlayne #lauren layne series #lauren layne books #sexlove&stiletto #sex love & stiletto #juliemitchell #gracejake #rileysam #emmacassidy