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i saw you mention some ocs in that tag-the-oc that’s always on your mind. i’d love to hear a little bit about them!

Hiiii

I always describe Trishe Horton as a methodical plant enthusiast who's real intense about gardening and farming, bullet journaling/studying, and cooking for her loved ones. She's pan. She has a real soft earthy aesthetic that contrasts so well with her resting bitch face, firm tone, and dark humor.

I attach music genres to my ocs. It's how I make sense of them. Trishe isn't much of a music person (really my only oc where that's the case, pretty wild) but she's in the lofi beats, alt rock and folk rock, international jazz realms with a hint of r&b courtesy of her best friend, Di, another one of my ocs.

Trishe is hilarious to me. Her dialogue is so much fun, especially since her voice is in the lower register and the tone doesn't change too drastically when she speaks. Some examples of dialogue/Trishie actions:

"If I had the grim reaper’s number, I’d send him my location like three times a day. Just in case he wants to make his week a little more spicy. Perhaps break a few rules."

"Gender doesn’t create Haku. Haku creates gender,” Trishe explains. “That’s my claim. Furthermore, Haku is a dragon who disguises himself as an alleged human boy. So, that’s even more evidence that he doesn’t play by the rules of the straights. So, really, he’s genderless. Not androgynous at all if you look at the bigger picture. I can write a whole dissertation on this.”

Trishe would do these tedious dares like “Go outside and pick exactly 40 blades of grass with a pair of tweezers.” Everyone is like “We don’t have a lawn.” Trishe is like, “I’m aware,” with a dead serious face on.

She's very responsible despite how indifferent she is to hearing people describe her as such. She can't deny that she enjoys leading or facilitating things. Her tendency to be straightforward can get her in trouble, but she can and will provide cushion for loved ones whenever someone confronts her about it. Big reveal: She's actually one of my mushiest ocs.

If you ask her, she'll say she values honesty, spirituality and sour cream and onion chips.

Nadji White. This is my baby boy. He's been with me since I was like 13/14, and actually started out as a side character that I used to nurture one of my other characters for a bit, but as Nadj usually does he was like, "Naaaah, I'm stayin lol" and that he did.

Best way I can describe him is goofy new york nigga. Like, for real. He's always been that, but definitely has had some major development this year. Astronomical.

Lets start off with some random facts that come to mind. He's the eldest of four. He's heavy into comics (mainly Marvel) and viddy games. The genres of music I associate him with are (mainly...bc damn, he has so many playlists) diff kinds of rap but especially Chicago rap, funk - most of his music has funk elements, and alt r&b in the steve lacy/frank ocean arena. He also loves trap beats made from gaming music and old cartoon theme songs.

Also, he's very intense about cereal. Ask me to explain his theory about Kix. I dare you.

Nadji draws! Ask him and he'll say he's a graffiti artist first. Started out doing caricature art in high school, then moved to comics and graffiti and street art on both wall and canvas. He has an art collective that he puts together over the years, starting in high school (that I still haven't named lol). They too are my faves.

All of them brought together because of art but they like to think of themselves as a "we do whatever the fuck we feel" kind of crew so there are musicians, actors, and models. There's a photographer/filmmaker, someone crochets and makes rugs, someone does hair, they do comedy sketches, there's a fashion designers, someone paints. another dances. And so on.

Nadj is definitely a problematic fave. He can be a sweetie, but he's so damn mean when he wants to be. As well as selfish. Stupid lol. His growth as a character is one that even surprises me. Oh also should mention he is indeed a part of the alphabet mafia.

I'll leave it there for now. Thank you for asking bout my babies.

#P l e a s e ask me about the music they listen to/I associate with them #Like pleeease #oc asks #impaledlotus #Any other questions are welcome ofc #This was fun #oc: trishe #oc: nadji

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years

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Somebody To You: 7

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WARNING: Smut!!! (I put **** before and after so you can skip if you’d like)

Word Count: 2,928

A/N: There’s not too much Harry in this chapter. I thought about combining 7 & 8, but it would have been waayyyyy too long. I’m excited for the next chapter! It’ll be a super fluffy one.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

As much as she tried to hide it, the heartache Zoey felt was impossible to ignore. The first week of June got harder day by day and there were still four days to go until June 9th. One whole year since her best friend died. The week started out okay, for the most part. She was able to fake a smile and pretend to care about what anyone had to say. She was even able to participate in a movie night with her roommates and Brett. But by Friday, Zoey had pretty much distanced herself from everyone.

Andy, of course, knew why she was upset and tried his best to show his understanding by the occasional hug or keeping everyone distracted at work so they didn’t notice her extra breaks, but he knew there was nothing he could say that’d make her feel any better.

Nancy and Rory could tell something was bothering her, but by the fourth vague reply they received when they asked her what was wrong and if she was okay, they realized that she just didn’t want to talk about it and gave her some space while still finding ways to be the most amazing friends. All week they had been doing little things like buying her flowers, bringing her food, and leaving random sweet notes around the apartment expressing their love for her.

She had even been more distant with Harry, leaving a lot of his texts and calls unanswered. She felt bad because there was so much she wanted to confide in him about. All she wanted to do was talk about Jess, but she was just afraid that if she did, it would make the pain worse. And as understanding and as kind as Harry was, she just didn’t know if she could handle that.

Even Brett was unsure of what to do. In the last two days he’d come over to her place, Zoey made the excuse that she was too tired to hang out, so he wound up spending time with Rory and Nancy instead. She had distanced herself so much that by Friday night at work he didn’t know if they were still going on their date because she hadn’t mentioned anything about it all week. But after a brief conversation with Andy who reminded her not to forget her J-energy, she decided that she could really use the distraction.

Since Zoey worked later than Brett, they decided that they would meet up at the restaurant later after her shift ended. Luckily in LA most bars and restaurants were open all night and into the early hours of the morning, so they had their pick on where to go.

Her body felt heavy on the way up to her apartment, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. She had half a mind to call Brett and cancel their date, but she kept pushing the thought away. She needed to get out. She needed to force herself out of this funk before she spiraled.

Zoey pushed open the front door to her apartment and immediately heard the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as it sounded like more people than she had anticipated. When she came into view, she stopped in her tracks.

“Oh. Hi. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

Brett smiled at her from the couch, “I finished getting ready early and was bored, so I just figured it’d be easier to pick you up from here and just hang out with Rory and Nancy while I waited for you. Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah, no, that’s fine,” Zoey shook her head, “I’m just going to get changed real quick, and then we can go.”

Zoey smiled tiredly at her friends before bounding to her room. She tossed her bag and phone on the bed and collapsed beside them, blowing out a ton of air and letting her muscles relax into the sheets, closing her eyes for just a minute. A chime sounded from her phone and she reached to grab it, noticing a new text from Harry along with two missed ones. She opened it and read the first text that said ‘Thinking of you. I’m here if you need me.’ The second was a picture of a cat with its face in a slice of bread, and the most recent was a quote from Princess Bride that read ‘For now, rest well and dream of large women’.

Zoey snorted, sitting upright and typing back a simple yellow heart emoji before heading to her closet. She decided on a red swiss dot dress with a plunging neckline paired with nude heels and gold necklaces. She freshened up her makeup a bit and put her ponytail into a neat bun, examining herself in the mirror one last time. Satisfied, she took a deep breath, actually feeling excited about her date with Brett.

As soon as she walked into view, Nancy burst into hoots and hollers, screaming about how good Zoey looked. She was such a good hype-girl and instantly made Zoey feel more confident. Aurora smiled her sweet, freckle-faced smile and said, “Zoey, you look gorgeous!”

“Thank you,” Zoey blushed, feeling loved by her roommates.

Brett stood up and joined her, giving her a little smirk before taking her hand and leading her out towards her car, informing her on which bar and grille he was taking her to and telling her all about the wonderful entrees he’s tried there in the past. The restaurant wasn’t anything fancy. It was a typical bar and grille, something she preferred over the typical five-star restaurants. She just felt more comfortable in this type of environment. Their waiter was clearly new but very nice as he took their food and drink orders, delivering it pretty quickly considering the number of people there, which was surprising for the hour at nearly 1 AM. They continued their conversation about work, laughing about conversations with some of their regulars and joking about their horror stories when they first started in the restaurant industry.

“You know, you really do look amazing tonight,” Brett smirked, eyeing her up and down.

Zoey grinned, taking a sip of her margarita. She had the habit of zoning out whenever Brett talked. Not because she was uninterested in what he had to say, but because accents were her weakness. This food was good and all, but she didn’t want to sit across from him over a meal and talk. All she really wanted was for him to throw her on her bed and pin her down.

Brett reached across the table and took her hand in his, running his thumb along hers as he stared into her face. “Thanks for coming on a date with me tonight.”

Zoey smiled kindly, but paused before speaking, narrowing her eyes slightly, “Brett, what are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, taken aback.

Harry’s question kept replaying in her mind. What’s the point of going on a date if it’s just a casual thing? The question was valid. What was the point? Before they even got close they discussed the intent of their relations to just be casual. But things were beginning to feel more serious now. Brett was around a lot more, texted and called her more frequently, even when he spent the night in her bed, she found that he would roll over and cuddle with her in the middle of the night. None of these things bothered her in their own right, but friends with benefits didn’t cuddle, did they?

“I mean, why are we on a date?” she repeated.

“Because I like spending time with you.”

“We always spend time together. You’re over all the time, I see you at work, we hang out outside of work. Why did we have to go on a date for you to spend time with me?”

Brett slowly took his hand back and sat up straight, eyes more concerned, “Do you not want to be on a date with me?”

Zoey sighed, worried that she might have just hurt his feelings, “No, Brett, it’s not like that. I’m just confused. I thought that we were just keeping things casual, and this seems a little more than casual.”

Brett was silent for a moment, staring down at his nearly empty plate before looking up, more confident this time, “How about you tell me what you want.”

“In what way?”

“Well, what do you want? Do you want to date? Or do you just want me to come over, fuck you, and then leave? Do you want to be just friends? What do you want this,” he motioned between the two of them, “to look like?”

His words seemed harsh, but his demeanor felt calm. He was genuinely asking her what she wanted. And to be honest, she hadn’t really thought about it. Her thoughts ranged over every possible scenario he listed, weighing the pros and cons of each option. But she kept thinking about how much fun she had at the beach with everyone and hated the idea of that ending. Her friend group was small, but it was mighty and strong. She couldn’t let that go. Especially not now.

Zoey’s head hurt, too many emotions swirling in her brain. She kept trying to stay focused on her conversation with Brett but would hear a laugh that sounded like Jess’s or smelled a scent that reminded her of her best friend that kept bringing her back to the fact that Jess had been gone for nearly a year and the pain felt like stabbing in her chest. She needed a distraction. She needed more than mental stimulation to keep her mind off of it.

“Zoey?” Brett repeated, getting her attention.

Zoey placed her palms on the table and looked Brett in the face, her eyes more desperate than she had been all night as she said, “I want you to take me home and fuck me.”

Brett’s eyes widened, not expecting her response. He stuttered at first, unsure of how to respond or what she even really meant as it didn’t answer his question. But he snapped out of it quickly before pulling his wallet out and tossing a wad of cash on the table, almost certain he had overpaid, before sliding out of the booth, taking her hand and practically dragging her out of the restaurant.

The car ride back was silent, the sexual tension almost too much to handle. She kept squeezing her fists, letting her nails dig into the palm of her hands as she tried to occupy her thoughts on anything but the anniversary of her friend’s death or the fact that she had to make a decision on what she wanted to do about Brett.

He averaged 90 MPH on the way back to her condo, luckily without being pulled over. The elevator to the twenty-second floor could not have been slower, and luckily when they finally made it inside of her apartment, Rory and Nancy had already seemingly gone to bed. She really didn’t want to have to deal with any awkward before sex small talk. Binx had pranced over to them at the sound of the door opening and meowed up at the two, pressing the side of his head onto their ankles as he weaved in between their feet. Brett ignored him and led her straight to her room, closing the door before Binx could follow them in, and turned, pushing her against it.

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Their noses bumped into each other’s cheeks as they kissed, their teeth scraped by how hard Brett pressed his mouth to hers. Still not impressed with his kissing abilities, at least he showed eagerness, as he hungrily pulled her clothes off of her and slipped his condom from his pocket before pulling his own clothes off of himself. Instead of carrying her to the bed this time, he carefully inched her backward until the back of her legs bumped against the side of her bed frame.

Zoey fell back onto her bed, scooting herself back as Brett ripped open the condom wrapper and slid it onto his member. Her chest rose and fell and her stomach twitched, impatient for more touch. He hovered over her, breath hot as he pressed his lips to hers once more and running his tongue over her teeth. She felt him reach down and take hold of himself before positioning his tip at her entrance, once again skipping the foreplay. She couldn’t blame him this time, though. She did tell him to take her home and fuck her which was exactly what he was doing.

He moaned into her mouth as he pumped himself inside of her and Zoey forced her face away from his and buried it into his neck in an attempt to regain feeling in her lips again. She breathed heavily, sliding her right hand in between their bodies until she reached her clit, pressing roughly and massaging herself counterclockwise, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“You like that?” Brett grunted, pumping harder. “Yeah? You like that, don’t you!” He forced his upper half up higher and took hold of her breast with his free hand, squeezing hard. “You like that big cock, huh? You’re so wet,” he trailed off.

Zoey slapped her other hand over his mouth and groaned, “shut the fuck up,” before pushing him off of her and shoving him back down on the bed, straddling his hips.

Brett bit his lips as she slid herself onto him and placed her palms on either side of her head, bouncing her bottom half on him, slowly at first before gaining momentum. He grabbed her hips, pushing her further on his cock as he watched her breasts smack together. Alternating speed and direction, she felt her body start to shiver each time she hit her g-spot. He tried to grab her ass and stop her from moving as he neared climax so that he didn’t have to finish yet, but with her on top, she was in control. She leaned back, rubbing herself on his cock, stomach twitching from the pleasure and he gripped at her thighs, grunting as he came. Zoey kept rubbing herself with his cock still inside her, so close to peaking when finally her body stiffened and she finished.

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Zoey lifted herself off of him and got to her feet, trying to regain her balance before she staggered through her dark bedroom, grabbing her robe and quietly making her way out into the hall and towards the bathroom where she did her business. Zoey stared at her face in the mirror. Her makeup was cracking, her bun was falling out of the hair tie, and her lips were bright red raw from how hard the kissing was. She rolled her sleeves above her elbow and splashed her face with water before grabbing some face wash, lathering it up in her hands, and pressing it to her face, working in circular motions and splashing her face once more, letting the water drip down her nose and into the sink. She did this two more times until she felt like her face was completely makeup-free, patting on some moisturizer before heading back to her room.

Binx was standing in front of her door and she smiled, picking him up and nuzzling her face into his soft fur, pecking the top of his head before setting him back down and slipping back into her bedroom where Brett was, now under the covers and propping his head up with his arm underneath a pillow. Zoey pulled on some underwear and draped her robe back over the back of the chair before slipping into bed beside him.

“You never answered my question,” he finally spoke.

Zoey breathed, “I know.”

“Whatever you want, I’m okay with it.”

She thought for a moment before speaking, “I like hanging out with you. Hell, my friends like hanging out with you. I just don’t want to go on any more dates with you, because I don’t want anything serious right now.”

Brett nodded, “I agree.”

“But if you ever want to have sex, let me know,” Zoey added, lightening the mood making Brett laugh.

There was a moment of hesitation before Brett asked, “Do you want me to leave, then? Or should I stay?”

Zoey shook her head, running her hand down the length of his arm, “No, it’s late. You can stay.”

She watched as he rolled over and fell asleep. And just as quickly as he began snoring, Jess was back on her mind. Tonight was the most energy and talking she had done in a week and she was already exhausted, but her brain would not shut off. Zoey’s mind circled between her best friend and the need and desire to talk about her with Harry. Apart of her wanted to text him to see if he was up. If anyone would understand and know what to say, it’d be him. But it would only be 5 AM on the East coast, and Zoey didn’t know if she could handle the conversation, anyway. Instead, she stared out of the window, forgetting to close to curtains earlier, straining to find a star against the lit-up LA night sky. There was a faint glow in the distance, barely visible, but there, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, whispering so quietly that it could have just been a breath, “I miss you,” before she finally drifted to sleep.

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billyspotato · 5 years

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Fatter - Jeff Wittek

Words: 1.618 words

Type: Fluff

Summary: It’s the whole vlog: “THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DO THIS!!” but you are Jeff’s girlfriend who reacts to everything on that vlog.

Warning: There’s cursing in this story. English is not my first language.

A/N: Credits to the owner of this gif! That muppet dive, tho! ^^^

Today, you’re boyfriend, Jeff Wittek is coming back to LA today with Scott, Todd and David. They’re probably already in the car coming from the airport back to David’s house.

A lot of you, from the vlog squad, are at the house sitting in the couch talking about random things or ideas to new videos.

The door of the house opens and you can already hear David laughing.

“Kristen! I got shot” Scott shouts at Kristen, who is sitting next to you.

“By who?” Kristen asks getting up to walk to her boyfriend.

“The driver of the car” Scott says, lifting up his shirt to show the paintball wound on his chest.

Everyone gets up to look at it and David gets out of the house to talk to someone. You get up and go check on the wound with everyone, commenting it with Scott, who laughed with you.

“Jeff’s outside with David” Scott says and you thank him.

You walk out of the door to the black car that is parked right outside of the house.

“Hi” You tell the guys and Jeff looks at you, a smile grows on his face.

Jeff hugs your waist and your arms go around his neck, he picks you up and you guys hug in silence, while you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“I missed you” You tell him and he pecks your neck once.

“I missed you too, baby” He tells you.

You kiss his cheek and he puts you back on the ground. Jeff kisses you in almost the same second that your feet met the ground and you smile into the kiss. You pull away from the kiss after many pecks on his lips.

“Alright guys, you could’ve done that when I was recording” David teases when he walks to the other side of the car and the both of you smiled.

“You weren’t fast enough, Dobrik.” You tease back and he chuckles.

Everyone goes back inside and David went to the backyard with Jason, Trisha and Josh. You could see them laughing through the glass doors in the living room beside the pool table but you looked away when Jeff started running his hand through your leg.

“I really missed you” You tell him and he smiles at you.

“I really missed you too” He says and you smile back. “How’s Nerf?”

“He’s in your apartment, I left like… half an hour ago?” You tell him and he nods.

“Did you make him fatter?” He asks and you smile.

You love Nerf so much that your friend group knows that you keep giving Nerf treats whenever you think he deserves one, which is a lot of times.

“Of course not” You defend yourself, “He’s still elegant as he always is”

“We’ll see about that” He teases and you roll your eyes playfully.

Scott and Kristen had gone now to their bedroom, some people had left the house, so you were practically alone in the big living room.

One of the glass doors slides open and David gets in.

“I need guys for this bit” David calls out and Jeff looks at him.

“What is it?” Jeff asks.

“They’re going to see Trisha’s boobs” David says and you both laugh out loud. “Jeff, do you want to do it? Y/N, you can get in too” David says before calling out for Todd, who went to the bathroom.

“Sure” You say and even got yourself off guard, making Jeff laugh at you.

Todd then appears and David starts asking him the same thing, Todd agrees and David told us to get up and stand wherever he wanted us.

You stayed kind of in the middle of the guys, playing with the sleeve of Jeff’s hoodie while David got his camera.

“Jeff, Y/N and Todd are reacting to Trisha’s boobs” David says behind the camera that he’s holding in his hands.

“Should I bounce or stay still?” Trisha asks making you and David laugh, while he focused the camera on Jason, who laughed as well.

“What the fuck was that?” Jason asks Trisha. You and the guys continued to laugh at their argument, both yelling back and forth.

After they calmed down, David got his camera focused on Trisha ready to turn to us before she lifts her hoodie and bra.

“In three, two, one…” David says and turns his camera to us before Trisha lifts her shirt.

You gasp and laugh while the guys stayed still, both nodding.

“Wow” Jeff says looking at David, trying not to laugh.

“Nice” Todd said in the same time, “Oh my god!”

After Trisha lowered her shirt again everyone started to calm down.

David focuses his camera on Jeff and he looks like he’s state of shock making you laugh harder.

“What did you think?” David asks Jeff.

“Um… I mean… Yeah, this is fucking insane” Jeff comments and you laugh with everyone in the room.

David stopped recording and you finally calmed down, Jeff was getting back to his normal-self second by second. You sit back on the couch and started talking again with Jeff.

(…)

David explained to us that these youtubers ‘Funk Brothers’ were going to come over and they would do a part on the vlog. Jeff will also be in it.

The part of the vlog was that they putted snow inside a truck and they’ll slide in it, while the truck is moving. Jeff found the idea funny and liked it, while you and Natalie decided to stay in the truck to look at the disaster that this is going to be.

It’s raining now, since it’s been gloomy all day. You and Natalie run to the truck to not get too wet but you had a hood on your jacket, so you weren’t the one who got really wet. Natalie, on the other hand, didn’t have a hood on her jacket so her hair is completely wet, her glasses lenses have droplets of water in them and the glasses were sliding off her nose. Obviously, David couldn’t leave out his comment on Natalie’s appearance, which she laughed at.

You and Natalie jumped to the top part of the truck, in which you’re secured by a rope and there the guys stood, shirtless, Todd already had his helmet on but Jeff didn’t. One of the Funk brothers, wanted to jump in and slide inside the truck, in which, David found funny and agreed.

“I’m freezing” Jeff commented with you and you smiled, “It’s like a big freezer”

The guy slid in the truck and Jeff looked at him while David recorded it.

“Where is his helmet?” Natalie asks you, since your boyfriend is the only one without a helmet.

“Here” David pointed at the ground under him.

Jeff grabs the helmet and walks to your side, you help him with adjusting the straps on the helmet while he tried to heat up his hands on the pockets from your jacket.

You smiled at his appearance and they closed the door of the truck.

Natalie and you laughed while David asked them if they’re ready, which they answered ‘Ready!’.

David screams to the truck to start moving and the guys start sliding while you three laughed at their misery.

The truck stops after just a few minutes and the guys get up, and you all gasp at the scratches that the hard snow drew on their backs, especially Todd.

You three hop off and you walk to Jeff’s side, who is still checking Todd’s back.

You looked around Jeff’s back to see if he had any, which he did but not as bad. Some in his back ribs and on his sides.

Jeff hugs you as in trying to get more heat from you and you smile at him. You guys get out of the truck and run back inside the house. Jeff gets his t-shirt, hoodie and jacket back on quickly.

“Does it still sound as a good idea as it did before?” You ask him.

“Hey, it was fun” Jeff defended himself.

“Alright, it seemed fun but still stupid” You comment hugging him again.

“You’re a hugger, today” He comments.

“I know” You agree.

You sit back down on the couch and David starts thinking of what to record more for today’s vlog.

(…)

“We were driving around, but there’s this guy in this intersection. He flipped us off as we dro… Oh, he’s flipping people off. Look at this, look at this” David says to the camera.

You were in the back seat while Jeff is in the front with David. David opens the window from Jeff’s door and you get out of your seat to look over at what’s going on and hear the conversation better.

You laugh at the way the guy uses ‘allegedly’ in every sentence with Jeff while they make jokes with the guy.

You stayed silent while they talked and David kept filming him.

Jeff flips the guy off when we were starting to drive off and the guy answers with two middle fingers while we laughed.

“What a nice guy” Jeff says.

David laughs at him and continues to drive us to Jeff’s apartment.

We get out of the car when we get there and you wave at David before he drove off.

You guys walked to the elevator and Jeff’s apartment, which you were greeted in the door by Nerf.

You guys walk in and the warmth coming from the heater welcomes your cold bodies in.

“Y/N” Jeff says serious with Nerf in his arms.

“What?” You ask, worried.

“He’s fatter” Jeff says and you roll your eyes making him laugh at your reaction.

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sloaneisalone · 5 years

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The Barista Boy(2/?)

TW: homophobic slurs, and some bi erosia (I think I fucked up the spelling for that)

I open my door to see what’s going on and there I see the boy from Starbucks—John. He’s sitting on the floor crying, the contents of his duffel bag strewn across the floor. There was visible bruising on his face and neck, and his nose was dripping with blood, but he still managed to look gorgeous(a/n: sorry that’s morbid as hell).

“What the hell happened?” I turned to face Eliza,

“Shouldn’t we help him?” She asked,

“What would we do?” Laf asked, Hercules was the first to move, he approached John and placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched away. I was the next to move, I walked over and helped him up, he leaned into my shoulder as I walked him into my dorm, and sat him on the couch. Laf and Herc put his things back into his bag, and brought that inside. I asked Eliza to make some tea, as I looked at him with worried eyes.

After a few hours he spoke,

“I-I’m sorry for barging in—” I interrupted,

“No, you didn’t barge in at all,” he looked scared shitless, “Do you wanna talk about what happened?” He shook his head, but still spoke,

“H-h-he—” Eliza started stroking his hair with one hand, holding an ice pack with the other.

“Shhh, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He nodded, but kept going,

“H-He f-found out I w-was...g-gay..t-then, h-he called me a f-fag and s-started hitting m-me.” I was shocked. Someone did this to him because he was gay? What the actual fuck is wrong with the world.

“Who did this to you?” I asked, my eyes filled with rage. This I wanted to kill whoever beat up John.

“T-Thomas J-Jeffers-son.” That stupid macaroni-dick-face was gonna pay. I ran out of the dorm, Eliza warning me to calm down before I did something stupid. I went down the hall, to the place John had been thrown out of; banging on the doors until my knuckle were raw. Eventually a very tired looking Jefferson opened the door and kindly asked me to “shut the fuck up,”because he needed his ‘beauty rest.’ The tall man was dressed in a short violet , silk bathrobe with flowers and dragonflies on it, his dark hair puffed out in a perfect afro.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shout,

“Excuse me?” Anger rises in his voice,

“You know what you did, how could you do that to John?”

“The fag got what he deserved,” I couldn’t take his rudeness anymore, I slapped Thomas directly across the face, I could see the hurt in his eyes for a , before he covered the pain with more anger.

“How can you of all people say that? After everything?”

I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand. Boyfriend. That sounds nice. We sit in an empty classroom, our legs hanging off the desks,

“Tommy?” I ask in a sing songy voice, while playing with his hair, “Why do you like me?” I had, had a crush on Thomas since the seventh grade. We’d never really been close, we just had a few mutual friends, so I was shocked when I learned he felt the same way. Thomas turned his head towards me and smiled, “Well for starters, you’re a pretty great kisser,” I giggled slightly as he placed his soft hand on mine, intertwining our fingers. He continued,“you’re handsome, and kind-”he stopped and moved his hand away from mine as he noticed someone walking into the room. My smile faded. Yes, Thomas was my boyfriend, but he wouldn’t let me tell a soul we were together. I waited for the intruder to leave, before I asked,

“Thomas, when can we tell people we’re together?” He looked at me with a serious look,

“I-I don’t know…” he trailed off, “I’m just not ready yet.” This was an excuse, we’d been seeing each other in secret for almost a year. I was fully out at that point, and I understood that it takes some people longer...but it hurt me to have to hide my feelings whenever we were out in public.

“Do you know when you will be ready?” I asked, trying my hardest to sound understanding.

“N-No I don’t know when I’ll be ready, but Alex, I do know that I love you.” He cupped my face in his hands, and closed the space between us. We broke apart after a while and I smiled,

“I love you too Tommy.”

“I swear to God, Alex. If you tell anyone about what happened that year I will fucking kill you.” I wasn’t scared of Thomas, he was all talk, or at least that’s what I thought.

“I will tell everyone our little secret, if you don’t go and apologize.” This was an empty threat, I wasn’t cruel.

“You wouldn’t dare.” I could see he was scared, he wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions.

“Fucking watch me,” with that I turned on my heel and started to walk away, but he grabbed, my hand with a sigh.

“Fine.”

————————Mini time skip back to Alex’s dorm, brought to you by Jefferson's perfect hair, cuz honestly fucking how? I’m jealous.

“Sorry I called you a f-” I shot him a death glare, “a slur and sorry I beat the shit out of you.” John still looked a bit scared, like Thomas would snap any second and hit him again; but it was a bit difficult to take him seriously in the bathrobe, I could see both Lafayette and Herc practically shitting themselves with laughter.

“O-Okay, I forgive you.” We could all tell he was lying, but no one said anything. When I felt Thomas had said enough, I escorted him out of the room, and walked him back to his own dorm,

“Fuck you, Alex,”

“I would, but I thought you were too busy fucking Madison.” His face turned bright red, I leaned near his ear and whispered with a smirk, “don’t worry, your secret’s safe with meeee.” I walked back to my room and pulled out all the board games we owned and gestured for John to pick one. His face lit up, with a childish joy. Damn that boy was cute. (A/n: if you don’t know the premise of the life game this will probably make no fucking sense, so sorry whoooops)

We ended up playing Life, and finishing the Chinese food we had leftover. We kind of just accepted John into our group without a hitch, he just seemed to fit with everyone but Eliza. They both pretended to like each other for everyone else’s sake, but it was still obvious. I’d never met someone Eliza didn’t like.

I landed on the “you got married,” square and I had trouble deciding whether to marry a dude or a chick in the game. I had never told Eliza I was bi and I wasn’t quite sure how she’d react, but at the same time I didn’t want John to think I was straight. Wait, shit. I’m with Eliza. I’m with Eliza. I’m with Eliza. But what if I wasn’t? What if I could just kiss John. I bet his lips are soft. His eyes are nice. He’s really just hot overall, like dammmmmnnnnnn. I shake my head and snap out of my funk as I grab a random person and put it in my little car piece.

“That’s a boy Alexander.” Eliza says, Jesus Christ.

“Oh, I guess it is.”

“Are you gonna change it?” There’s a slight edge to her voice.

“I mean I could, I guess I’ve never mentioned this but I’m...bisexual.” I mumbled the last part, I didn’t see why it was a big deal but some people lose their shit when I tell them. Lafayette decided to help me out when Eliza asked what I said.

“He’s bi.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I couldn’t decide if she was confused or angry.

“It means he likes chicks and dicks,” John spoke, his first time without stuttering, his words earning a chuckle from Laf and Herc. Then things got a bit intense.

“I’m not stupid. I know what it means. Alex, honey you’re not bisexual. You’re just confused.”

“Nope, pretty sure I’m bi,”

“No. You’re not.” The anger was now clear in her voice.

“It’s not even a big dea-” she cut off John,

“How can you tell me this isn’t a big deal? God, nothing ever works out for me! This is just a load of bullshit, first my sister ssays she’s a lesbian, and now I find out you’re a fag. I can’t fucking believe this.”

“Get out.” Herc said. She didn’t move.

“Get out!” I yelled. She walked out of the dorm and slammed the door. That’s when I started to cry.

#lams au #lams #modern #modern au #coffee shop au #eliza schuyler #hercules mulligan #lafayette #marquis de lafayette #hamilton fanfic #my fic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfic #hamiltrash #tw: slurs #the barista boy

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Chapter 03: The Weekend

"You should really come with me. Monday, classes are cancelled for the random security testing that the Dean is requiring. Besides my parents would love if you came. Shelly is already excited; she talked about you the whole while we were out shopping." Eva nodded as Kelly spoke. The words going through one ear and out the other. Regardless of what her friend said Eva wouldn't bombard them with her presence for such a personal family event. She loves Mr. and Mrs. Griffin but this wasn't the time for "pops up".

Besides, this weekend Eva had plans.

She hoped for them, anyways. "No.....you guys go and enjoy yourself. I'll be fine here." "Doing what? Studying for a test that's weeks away? Sounds so exciting." "Hey! I need this 4.0 to continue if I plan to finish at NYU. And trust me, I do." "One weekend won't kill it, Eva."

Looking up from her biology notes, a laugh erupted from her lips as she watched Kelly sit on the overly packed traveling bag. Their parents stayed in The Hamptons. A little over 2 hours away from their dorms. If she needed anything, she could simply plan a trip back. Or better yet wear something from her closet back home. "I'll help." Hoping down off the bed, Eva went to Kelly, allowing her friend to sit still as she tried her hardest to zip the bag completely shut. Eva knew when Kelly came back that bag of clothes would be half-empty, and the rest would be replaced with newly brought ones. "Thanks, love." Getting off, Kelly started with packing her hygiene bag, Eva went back to her bed. The room fell into an tensed silence. Eva could tell Kelly wanted to ask more questions. Beg for her company because regardless if Eva believes it or not, Kelly could use her company even in the mist of her family being there. She and Shelly were five years apart, leaving room for a mild difference in maturity for the sisters. Besides them catching up, Shelly and Kelly wouldn’t see much of each other, because she too had convinced friends to tag along. Giving Kelly the advantage of having someone in her corner also. In fifteen minutes Eva's mind was fired and Kelly was done with her packing. She had about twenty minutes before the car taking her home would be downstairs.

"Eva are you sure?" "I'm positive." Eva laughed, responding again. "You know," Her words were cut short. The sounds of Eva's ringtone cutting her off. She shot Kelly an apologetical look before picking up the device, seeing Nicole's motherly name flash across the screen. "Momma. Hey." "Eva! Hey, sweetheart. How are you?" "I'm good. How are you? How's the shop going?" Kelly rose an eyebrow before snickering and flipping the TV on while Eva leaned back against the wall behind her. Nicole went into a full sprint on her locally owned flower shop right on the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia. Atlanta was the one place Eva and Nicole seemed to get stable at and honestly the only reason that happened was because it was time for Eva's high school experience, and Eva begged her mom to understand that college was important to her. Eva couldn't see how she'll land herself in a commendable college without the proper years of high school. Now that Eva's gone though, she fears that phone call when Nicole says she's moving on. Again. Eva knows her mother. It's going to happen soon. "You should really come home this weekend Eva. Just so I can see you and see how you're really doing. Everything is moving so fast and I'm missing out on it all." "Mom," "No, Eva. I'm serious. I want to see you. Maybe tonight you can get an early flight here and be back for class Monday." "I already made plans. Kelly's parents invited me to their anniversary celebrations. I don't wanna be rude and just not show up." The look Kelly shot Eva could've made her laugh and cringe all at the same time if it wasn’t for her mother's tearful emotions and voice. She hasn't lie to her mother in years and even then, it wasn't to this extent. "I know, I know. But I'll see you soon. Thanksgiving break is coming up sooner than we think," Kelly laughed at Eva’s words of reassurance. It was only approaching the end September, Thanksgiving would be over a month from now. Nicole brought it though. That's all Eva cared about. After a while, the conversation went back to normal and Eva relaxed again. Her and Nicole falling back into an easy conversation. This was the moment that Eva enjoyed. When Nicole wasn't over protective and emotional, when they were......normal. For so long Eva wanted and wished-for normality in her life. And right now, she has that feeling. It won't last long, but it's something. "Mom, I hate to end this, but the car is downstairs." "Okay, Eva. Please call me when you get there and be safe. Tell her and her parents I said hello." "I will. I promise. Love you, Ma." "Okay. Love you too, Baby." Then the call ended. Eva hadn't look up from her phone before pillows came flying at her. One after another until Kelly was out of options and then she was on her. "I'm going to kill you! How dare you, bitch?" "Girl," Eva laughed, pushing Kelly back before jumping down off her bed. "Both of you will be okay. I don't want to fly home and I don't want to hurt her feelings. So, I lied. I'm sure you've lied on me to Mrs. Patricia." "Actually," Kelly started to say, but stopped herself. They both knew the truth. "Right." "Shut up, heffa."

Turn off your phone or don’t turn it off. Eva wasn’t sure to do. She knew turning this device off meant she would be railroaded with missed phone calls and re-run of all the same voicemails, but tonight was one night that she didn’t want to share her time with him.

Was that weird?

Eva had just meant the man, she knew nothing more than his first and last name, the type of vehicle he owed, some bedrooms and parts of his home, and that he was a “freelancer”. And while that seems to be the gist of everything. There was much to fill in. Like what’s his personality? So far, she’s figured him out as unpredictable. Whenever he’s in his head Tonio is cold, closed off. When she says his name, he brings himself out of that funk.

Nonetheless, he invited her out to dinner. Eva didn’t know if he was serious by saying she would be paying him back, but it was worth the time. The time wouldn’t be wasted. Not in her mind.

Fifteen minutes.

Eva pressed down on the on/off button until she saw the words Samsung Note 5 appear on the black screen. She dropped it in Kelly’s adorable Loewe Designer Pink Elephant Mini Bag. The pretty pink bag matched her pink bomber jacket which she paired with a pair of black ripped jeans and a simple matching cotton Fashion Nova black blouse. The last choice to be made was which shoes and the only options she was giving herself was thigh high boots or either combat boots.

Five minutes were left and quickly she flopped down on the bed, pulling up each of the four-inch heel boots up.

By the time Eva finished, time was up and she was working on being three minutes behind. Pulling on the jacket, she locked the door behind her, dropping her keys down in the bag. Outside, Tonio stood against the hood of his truck, once again, his eyes pierced to her the second she stepped out the door. Dramatically he looked down at the watch on his wrist, then back to her.

“Once again, Eva. 5 minutes.”

“I was on the phone with my mother at the time.”

Tonio rose an eyebrow, approaching her, his facial expression letting her know she that either he wasn’t buying it or she was a horrible liar.

“I’ll give you that.” He opened his arms for hug and Eva happily-complied, a smile playing on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his muscular frame. He smelled of his signature cologne, one Eva hadn’t figured out, but whatever it was, she hoped he didn’t stop wearing it. Not long as they’re together.

They let each other go for him to open the truck’s passenger door and then off to the driver side for himself. Eva tried to settle the butterflies in her stomach as he pulled out of the three parks and back into the rode of Manhattan.

“So, what do you have a taste for?” Tonio looked over his shoulder before switching lanes and moving the G Wagon truck with ease through the crowds of people.

“I don’t really care.”

Tonio looked at Eva, leaning back in his seat as he took lead in the passing lane, driving in some familiar direction, obviously not needing to ask that question in Eva’s mind.

“You sound uncertain.”

“I am, I suppose,” Eva laughed at herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s just that if I wasn’t here I’ll be eating Ramen noodles, so anything is an upgrade from that.”

“Why noodles?”

“Because that’s all we keep in the dorm. Well that and some esnacks. Besides, they only cost like a dollar or something for a 5 pack. I could eat those for the rest of my life if push comes to shove.”

Tonio cuts his eyes to her, slowing down for on-coming truck.

“Have you ever had them before?”

“Maybe as a young child. And I don’t plan on being reminded. So, please give me an idea of somewhere to eat.”

“I don’t care…anywhere you go will be fine.”

Nodding, Eva saw a hint of a smile trace his lips before, he made a turned and she saw they were heading into the city.

“That’s better.”

Tonio had his truck valet parked as he grabbed Eva’s hand to enter a small, yet obviously popular place. Eva had never been before, she’s heard of it. Mozzri’s.

There was no line, but this kind of restaurant called for invitations and reservations; no walk ins. Like them. It was Italian styled and served, Eva remembered the name from other students talking around in classes and campus.

"Do you have a reservation?" The question came from the hostess standing at the front door, looking down at a black book filled of names of reservations. "No." "Oh, I'm sorry. We're completely booked for the rest of the week." "Look, how about you go tell your head chef East sends his regards." Eva looked up at Tonio, raising an eyebrow, but he ignored her expression. She tugged on the hand which squeezes her, but still nothing. It took the waiter nothing short of two minutes to come back with and grab two menus. "Sorry for the misunderstanding. It looks as if we have a table open for you two after all. Follow me." "I figured." Eva's body followed behind the host first, Tonio's hand pressed firmly to the lower part of her back as they moved around ones already sitting. Hopefully no one heard that exchange. Even Eva didn't understand what had just happened. The lone word or better yet name; East got them a seat without an blink of an eye. The name was the one Martin referred to him as. The one he has tattooed across his hand along with an RIP tattoo to an fellow friend or family member. The name that he kept himself from telling her, yet knows that Eva knew of it because she was there. Eva could only figure out that the name obviously was taken serious. Something she didn't know how to response to just yet. "Do you guys know what you want to drink?" "Yes, a bottle of Brignac Brut Rose." Eva took this as her queue to occupy herself with reading the menu, drinking the water or something naturally distracting. The young man waited for a second his eyes on her as if he was hesitating on asking, but eventually walked away to retrieve the drink of choice. Eva couldn't hold back anymore and East seemed to be counting down for the moment. "How?" "How what, Eva?" "How? This place is so difficult to get a reservation, let alone walk in and have a table like that. So, how?" "I called in a favor to an old friend, he knew I would be here eventually." "But you asked me," "Yeah, I did. I'm good at reading people. You included, Eva. So, while I figured I would ask and see if you had a particular taste. I knew if you didn't, we had a choice. This was that choice, sweetheart." Somewhere there was an switch because an waiter brought out the bottle of champagne, where Eva realized it was the famous Ace of Spades champagne. She knew from rappers and Kelly's experiences that the champagne would be the buck of their bill. Tonio took over the untwisting the second he placed the bottle down, filling Eva's glass to the rim first. "Are you ready to order?" "Yes, well," Tonio said, his eyes were on Eva. He was allowing her the chance to choose the dinner. She rose a perfectly arched eyebrow at him, an sense of an attitude spreading across her face causing him to laughed.

"The chef's tasting plates." He finished with. Putting the cap back on firmly. "His or Hers?" "Neither." Then they were alone again. "And that?" "What, Eva?" "His or her’s plates?" "I rather the chefs not know which one is mine." "Why not?" "Could be poisoned." Eva laughed, the words being the last thing she expected to come from his lips. Why would someone try to harm him? She hadn't seen nothing harmful come from his end. Besides his attitude. "Tonio......" "I told you." "You're pretty paranoid huh?" "Merely curious about what could happen. Don't trust anyone. You haven't learned that for yourself?" "Don't you want me to trust you, East?" Eva asked, testing the waters then. He shook his head, taking the glass to his lips. Not an inch of amusement or carelessness crossing his facial features. "Don't call me that, Eva," Yep…….. "And no, sweetheart. I never asked for your trust. Just to have dinner with me." Dinner is a four-course meal. Consisting of steak, shrimp, and roasted potatoes for the entree, salads, bread sticks, and then chocolate and strawberry deserts. Tonio has made sure to keep their flute glasses full of the champagne. The conversations have smoothly transitioned without much problem. Surprisingly they stayed on the topic of Kelly, Eva guessed the fact that Tonio brought up trust, opening the door for her friend’s credibility to be questioned. briefly Professor Martin; Eva tempted to question what he could want with her professor. But refrained from it. "You have a big family back in Atlanta?" Tonio asked, leaning back in his seat as fingers twirled the spoon. He hasn't touched much of his food, hadn't even drunk much of his drink. He's filling hers every chance instead. "No," Eva laughed at the thought. Family? Big? Yeah, if big is her and her mother. "It's always been just me and my mother." "What happened to your father?" "He was killed when I was a new born. I had an older brother named Nick but he went missing one summer and hasn't been much word of anything since. My mother believes he’s still around. I……don’t know, at this point, honestly. Maybe so. My mother is paranoid of everything because of it." Tonio eyes stunk to her, nodding once she finished her statement. Eva didn't know if she was laying too much on him. It was only there first dinner together and she was already telling the man her life issues. "What about you? Do you have silbings? A big family?" "Yeah, I have a big family, most of us aren't blood related though." Eva frowned, before nodding as understanding took over. She hears the saying a lot especially back home. Not all family is blood related. "Your check." The waiter sat down the black check book, Eva's nosiness taking over some as she took a look. A surprised gasp escaping from her lips as she took in the amount. Antonio laughed, pulling out a few big bills before closing them inside with the check. "I could've eaten a like a year off that amount." "Probably three if you stuck to your noodles, sweetheart." "Why is it so expensive, seriously? I can cook. I'm great, matter of fact. I could've," Eva stopped herself shortly afterwards. His words from earlier about not trusting other people lingering in her head as well as the fact she barely knew this man. Why would she be cooking for him? "Well, it was tasty, right? Even your chocolate strawberry desert? You seem to like chocolates. So, again, did you enjoy it?" "Yeah......" "Good," He refilled her glass, draining the bottle of its peachy smooth alcohol. "We all deserve to indulge sometimes, Eva. Even you." "Yeah? Well thank you. Again." She picked her glass, taking it to her lip as her hazel brown eyes settled on him. "You really showed out with the champagne though, Tonio. If I didn't know any better I'll think you was trying to get me drunk." "Now why I do that?" "I don't know. I don't know much about you to be honest." "All you have to do is ask. I'm the only one who can give you the real answers." Eva laughed at his words, sitting down her glass. "How old are you?" "29, you?" "I'm 20, but I'm supposed to be asking you questions. You know me pretty well, Tonio." "I don't know everything. You didn't tell me what you were studying in school." "Nursing, I'm going for my RN license. Are you from East Harlem?" "Yes..." He narrowed his eyes to her, wondering silently where the question came from. "Drink up, Eva." "Yep, you trying to get me drunk." "No, you're alert, sweetheart. You know everything going on." "I do......" Eva knows lust when she sees it. And right now, it's written all over Tonio’s face. "I'm young, Tonio. Not naive." "I know, Eva,” His long finger trailing the edge of his glass.

“Is that invitation?”

Tender kisses align Eva's neck and upper shoulders. Her thighs tighten around his hips feeling the hardness of his stomach and toned body against hers. It shouldn't have gone this far. She knew it. East probably knew it. But the second they were through his front door, that electric charge was there and it spread down to her middle, making her body loosen and her vagina wet in excitement.

Soon her clothes and ability to think about what was going on were out the way. "Antonio," It was the first time she had ever used his first name. Her soft hands trailing down his naked back, outlining the many tattoos of his body. He was so structured and divine. It almost scared her. "Less thinking, baby. More feeling." Then his body slipped out of her grasp and his head was in between her legs. His tongue separating her lower lips, licking at her most intimate spot. Her nails rubbed at the scalp of his head, as her bottom lip found it place in between her teeth. Those tattooed hands of his roamed her body. From her waist to her hips. Pinning her down to the bed just to release her to find her harden nipples. His tongue hadn't stop its exploring on her lower half. In and out. Up and down. Side to side. That's the only movement she could functionally keep track of. Tonio's low mumbles of pleasure hadn't gone ignored. Eva couldn't form words for him, but her moans were loud enough to fill that void; if there was even one. Placing a hand behind herself, Eva sat her upper half up, her eyes strictly on him as he started to suck on her clit. His soft lips placed tender kisses on her, his hands rubbing softly down her body until he was pinning one of her thighs down again. While the other hand found her pussy. Tonio smoothly slid two fingers inside her. Eva's eyes rolling back at the sensations spreading through her body. She's been sexually pleased before by a boyfriend from her high school and once from a college boy in one of her freshmen English courses. But this? This was definitely different. Definitely more about her and her pleasure than his. Tonio's fingers curled deep inside her, Eva's body flopping back onto the bed. His mouth found her clit, his tongue matching the speed of his fingers. Eva could feel the cream leaking out of her for him by now. Her hands toyed with her own nipples, needing to give them some kind of attention. "Tonio." Her breathless voice catching his attention. She didn't notice that Tone had left from in between her thighs. His fingers and thumb keeping her on the edge. "You cumming, Eva." His matter-of-fact tone causing her to moan aloud in response. She was. "Cum for me. Show me how much you like this, Eva." His words sent her body off. Her vagina squeezing around his fingers as her back arched off the cool silk sheets. Tonio placed kisses down her physique, sucking on each of her nipples before trailing his way down to her sweet nectar again. Tonio grabbed a hold of her hands, his arms holding her stomach and hips as he begins his teasing again. He hadn't had his full just yet of her sweetness. Eva squirm underneath him, her moans louder until they were almost screams of pleasure as he feasted on her once again. "Toni---fuck....please." His mouth stayed in the same spot until she started to squirt. Eva, not ever experiencing such an intimate act before, wanted to curl up into a ball the second it happened, but his body forced her to only accept him and all he caused. Her body slightly jump from the after works of his job. "I really want to fuck the shit out of you, Eva," Tonio said, flicking a finger across her swollen clit. "But I'll wait. Sleep, baby."

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