#“look at my sick mermaid tail babe”

[sonnetforbonnet]

So at the end of S2E3 when Stede is trying to bring Ed back to life, he's saying "come back to me" and all that stuff. But when he says "I'll never leave you again" and "You're safe" that's clearly in a different voice, right? There's nothing frantic about it, meaning it's a voice over? So it's not something Stede was actually saying to Ed but rather something Ed imagined Stede was saying? I'm not crazy here, right? Have people already talked about this and I just missed all the discourse?

#our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means gay #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd s2 #i find this so interesting #because it's something we absolutely think stede would say out loud #but he doesn't #so ed is really projecting his deepest desires onto mermaid stede #stede's pounding his fists on ed's chest and desperately pleading with him #and ed's just hearing Stede very calmly be like #“i'm here now babe” #“babe” #“everything's okay babe” #“look at my sick mermaid tail babe” #“now give me my underwater smooches babe”

[waratah-moon]

I Think We're Alone Now

Mom and Dad finally get some alone time. Smutty addition to Gremlin - takes place during moment 3. Thank you to @lfaewrites for beta reading!

Gremlin / read on ao3 / masterlist

Pairing: Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: SMUT (oral f receiving, unprotected p in v - let's imagine everyone's been tested and reader is on the pill), established relationship, insecure reader, teen pregnancy (not elaborated on), boyfriend shaped Eddie fluff Steal my work and I will hex you

As soon as you'd gotten to the Mayfield's trailer, Indie had bounded inside straight to the dollhouse Max had set up especially for her in the corner.

You handed Max your daughter's backpack, telling her you had packed her lunchbox and tucked a Care Bears VHS inside the front pocket. “She’s had a bit of a runny nose this morning and she refused to eat breakfast so-“

“Seriously, we’ll be fine." Max knew your deal, you had gone through the same spiel every time you dropped Indie off for the past year. She responded with her regular answer, "you’re like 100 feet away.”

“Don’t hesitate to drop her back, okay?”

“Actually please do hesitate," Eddie was leaning against the doorframe, bouncing his leg. "It’s been ages.”

Of course that's what he was most concerned about. You raised your eyebrows in warning. “Eddie.”

He copied you. “Babe.”

Max grinned. “Don’t worry about it. Pick her up whenever. You two have fun," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and shut the fly screen.

"Will do, see you later. Bye Gremlin, love you," Eddie called out, dragging you back to your own trailer across the way.

-

It always took a while for the worry to ebb away whenever you left your daughter with someone who wasn’t Eddie. Even though Max had been regularly looking after her for the better part of a year and you trusted her completely, part of you was still worried something would happen.

Eddie was the complete opposite, allowing common sense to reign. He knew that Mayfield and your daughter were only in the trailer opposite, literally 100 feet away. And he trusted that Mayfield would bring her straight back if something happened that she couldn’t handle. But he also knew that Mayfield could handle a lot.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Baby they’ll be fine, they always are. How about I make popcorn and we can watch that dumb mermaid movie you love."

"You said you liked Splash ," you mumbled against his chest. You could hear the steady lub-dub of his heart and you were enjoying the way he was stroking your hair.

"I like Daryl Hannah's ass." He quickly added, "not as much as I like yours, though. You know I love your ass. Hey, maybe we could get you a mermaid tail.”

You rolled your eyes, but managed a smile.

-

Eddie made it halfway through the movie before he put the moves on you. It started with the classic yawn and arm around the shoulder, which quickly turned into groping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt; his breath hitching when he felt that you weren’t wearing a bra.

"Seriously?"

"I almost made it a whole hour, are you proud of me?"

"Very."

"Great, can we have sex now please?"

He phrased it so stupidly, like a horny teenager begging to get laid, but it still managed to give you butterflies. 

You'd been with Eddie for three years, and the insecure girl part of your brain was worried that at any moment the romance would fizzle and die out. It shocked you that even though he'd seen you at your most vulnerable: sick, depressed, pregnant, deep in the throes of childbirth, he still tried to jump your bones every chance he got. You weren't sure how many times he'd have to tell you that all those little moments combined made him love you even more than was humanly possible for you to believe it. 

But horny Eddie made it a little easier to believe. Horny Eddie made you feel wanted and desired, which satiated the insecure girl part of your brain for an hour, or two, or a whole night. It depended on the babysitting situation.

It didn’t take more than you climbing onto his lap for him to attach his mouth to yours, groaning deeply when you parted your lips. 

Proper kisses between you two, the kind that weren’t just a peck on the lips or cheek, had become rare since you’d had Indie. Usually they were stolen in the kitchen; you pressed up against the counter while Eddie distracted you from dinner, lasting the amount of time your daughter was preoccupied with the TV. Or they were lazy morning kisses where you kept missing each other's lips because your eyes were full of sleep; the ones that usually ended in muffled giggles as you tried not to wake Indie as she slept in the cot at the end of your bed. But kisses that turned into making out were especially rare and took extra planning. The kisses that had you moaning as you reminded yourselves of the architecture of the other's mouth. The kisses that moved from your lips to your jaw to your neck, inevitably finding their way between your legs.

“Babe, bedroom,” you were already panting, breathless as he trailed his tongue along your jaw. He hummed against your skin, the vibration buzzing deep in your bones, making your toes curl. 

He didn’t need to be told twice, taking your hand and leading you the short distance to the bedroom before he pushed you unceremoniously onto the bed. He pulled off his shirt, and you did the same, also shedding your jeans, as he slotted himself between your legs.

“Pants off,” your fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, tugging the denim down his legs. Normally he’d make a remark about how eager you were, but the truth was he didn’t have it in him; it had been awhile since the two of you had been alone together. His head was clouded with dirty thoughts of you; you naked, you moaning, you screaming his name, you swallowing him whole.

His fingers trailed down your body, stopping to circle your pebbled nipples, fluttering over the expanse of your stomach before they found their way between your legs; tracing your cotton covered slit.

“Eddie,” you breathed, pushing your hips up, his touch far too delicate for your liking.

He pushed the material aside, dipping two fingers between your folds and smirked when he found you wet. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You knew exactly what he meant; fingers or mouth.

“Your mouth. Please,” you couldn’t help whining as he dragged your panties down your thighs, exposing your soaking cunt to the cool air.

He dove between your legs like a man starved. It had been much too long, in Eddie’s humble opinion, since he’d gotten to taste you. Far too long since he’d gotten to hear the little whimpers of pleasure and feel your hips buck as he nibbled, sucked, and licked you to your peak.

Just as the familiar pressure started building in the pit of your stomach, a loud series of knocks came from the front door.

"No," Eddie groaned, the vibrations sent a delicious prickle through your body. "Can we just ignore it and wait for them to go away?"

It was really hard to concentrate when his nose was purposely rubbing against your clit. You exhaled, trying to distract yourself from the subtle heat in your belly. "It might be Max."

"It might not be," he'd moved to kissing the crease in your thigh, his teeth and lips gently nipping the skin.

"You know Indie had a runny nose this morning."

"Pretty sure that's normal. They don't call them snot-nosed kids for no reason."

"Eddie,” you pushed his shoulder with your foot.

He huffed, reluctantly removing his head from between your thighs. "Fine. But someone better be dying."

"EDDIE!"

"You know what I mean," he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and grabbed his tee-shirt before heading to the front door.

-

You flopped your head back on the pillow, and counted the green glow in the dark stars Eddie had stuck on the ceiling in the shape of Andromeda. 5 big stars, 11 little ones. Eddie had chosen that constellation, saying he’d found it in a book on astronomy in the library one day and decided the stars needed a shape. He said that Andromeda was the most beautiful woman in all of ancient Greece and the constellation was fitting as you were even more beautiful than her; a fact which Eddie was very obviously unbiased about. 

You heard the front door open and Eddie’s pissed voice. Okay, so it wasn’t Max at the door. You couldn’t hear any words, your ears only picking up on muffled voices. From his tone you guessed Eddie was attempting to end the conversation, when you suddenly hear a name you hated in high school: Shelley Keibler. That bitch that ruined your chance of becoming Homecoming Queen in senior year when she rigged the vote in her favour. Your mood suddenly soured.

The door slammed shut and footsteps made their way towards the bedroom. You sat up as Eddie walked in, pulling off his tee-shirt as he made his way over to the bed. “Who was at the door?”

“Dustin,” he collapsed against you, his hands finding purchase on your hips.

“The freshman who joined Hellfire? Why was he talking about Shelley Keibler?” 

He groaned, his cheek flat against your bare stomach. There were other things he wanted to be doing that did not involve discussing a girl he knew you hated from high school. “He said she was flirting with me last week.”

You raised your eyebrow, “was she?”

“Yep,” he kissed the skin next to your navel, his fingers edging between your thighs. You clamped your legs shut and he frowned. “What?”

“Why was Shelley Keibler flirting with you?”

Eddie looked up at you through dark lashes, grinning knowingly. “Are you jealous?”

You scoffed, “of that bitch? ‘Course not.” He could always tell when you were lying, not that you were doing a good job of hiding it.

“Aw, baby,” he pouted, moving his way up your body. “She thought $20 for half an ounce was too steep. Tried to flatter her way into a discount.”

“Did she get one?”

“No. I made an extra $10 and bought you flowers,” he reached your face, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Oh,” you looked over at your dresser where a vase of gerberas sat. They were beginning to wilt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away. He’d come home one day last week with them hidden behind his back, presenting the bunch to you for no reason whatsoever. He’d said he’d gotten them “because you deserve something almost as pretty as you."

He cupped your cheek, turning your face so you were looking in his eyes. “You know I love you, right? More than anything,” he tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb to stop you from biting it. “I love our life together. I love our little family. You’re it for me, sweetheart. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Eds,” you started, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. As you moved to place a kiss on the closest part of his skin you could reach, his wrist, his hands moved to grip your thighs.

“Now can we please fuck? I’ve been thinking about railing you all week.”

You shut your eyes, the tears instantly drying. “Really? You were being so sweet and then you had to go and ruin it.”

“I’ll ruin you,” he countered, a toothy grin contradicting the dirty undertones of his words. 

“I’d like to see you try.” You knew he could do it easily. He’d done it so many times before; left you a blathering cock drunk mess as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your shaking body. But Eddie loved a challenge and you knew how to tease him to get what you wanted.

“Are you doubting my abilities?” His palms splayed against your thighs, spreading them open so he could admire your glistening cunt. “Still wet?”

He used two fingers to part your folds, watching as a mixture of your arousal and his saliva dripped onto the sheets below. “I really didn’t mean to edge you before. Fucking Henderson ruins everything.” He pursed his lips as he decided his next move, his thumb putting the slightest amount of pressure on your clit. “I reckon you’ve earned an orgasm, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” you moved your hips, hoping to create some friction against his hand. 

He obliged, sinking two fingers deep inside. You gasped when he curled them upwards, hitting just the right spot that ignited a fire in your belly. 

Eddie knew exactly how your body worked, he’d tested every set of moves on you over the years and gotten the right combination that had you twisting and squirming beneath his hands. He attached his lips to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, causing delicious white hot pain to sear down your legs, leaving pins and needles in your feet. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, your chest heaving as you tried to hold off the mounting pressure, you knew the longer you held out, the more intense the pleasure would be. You gripped his hair, needing something to ground you to this moment as your back arched off the bed. You couldn’t take much more, his constant assault leaving your brain foggy and empty, the urge to let go too desperate.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes,” you cried out through shuddering gasps.

The release hit you with an intensity you hadn’t felt in a while, your mind instantly blanking to a white slate as Eddie helped you ride out your high.

“Baby?” His voice sounded muffled, like he was standing at the end of a long, echoing tunnel. “Sweetheart?”

You opened your eyes, the room blurry like you were looking down the lens of an unfocused camera. You rubbed your eyes, feeling tears lining your lashes.

“There she is,” he pushed back your hair, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. Your vision came back to focus and you saw Eddie looking at you in adoration.

“That was intense,” your voice was croaky. It had been a while since you’d had an orgasm that was drawn out and powerful. Usually they were rushed and you never got to fully experience them.

“Are you okay? Do you want some water?”

“I’m good,” you took a second to breath before you reached out to grab his hips. “Very good.” Your hand reached inside his boxers to find he was rock hard. “Did I turn you on?”

“You were doing that sexy gasp you do and moaning my name. Of course that’s going to turn me on.” You allowed your fingertips to trace the prominent vein along the underside of his cock.

“And let me guess, now you want to rail me.”

“Please,” he dragged the word out, peppering your neck with kisses. “Been thinking about it for so long.”

You let out a breathy laugh, pulling his boxers down his thighs. When they slid to his ankles, he kicked them off. “Do you want me to ride you?”

“I’ll cum in a second if you’re on top and that would be tragic for my ego.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he dragged the tip of his cock between your folds, groaning at the sweet schlicking sound made by your wetness. Your breath hitched as the head brushed over your sensitive clit, the gasp turning into a moan as he pushed slowly into your cunt.

“Jesus, baby,” he pushed in further and you tried to relax your muscles, feeling your walls fluttering around him. When he finally entered fully in, he stopped for a moment, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. “God, we’re made for each other.”

It felt heavenly to be so full and stretched out around his cock, and his words were so sweet, eyes hazy with love and admiration for you. But right now you need him to fulfil his promise and fuck you. “Fucking hell, move!”

“Right, sorry sweetheart, you’re just so beautiful and I love seeing you under me-”

You arched your back, grinding your hips against him, “I swear to God.”

He rocked his hips back before slamming forward, your skin slapping together where your bodies met. You gripped onto his back, his skin blanching as your fingertips dug into the corded muscles. 

The pace he’d chosen to set, quick and bruising, would wear anyone out, but he managed to maintain it for a good few minutes before he began panting in your ear. 

“Baby I don’t think I’m going to last much longer with you squeezing around me.”

“I can’t help it, you feel so good,” he was hitting just the right spot deep within you. Your hand moved to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle as you felt the tingling pressure building. 

Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin to stop his shuddering breaths. You could feel his thighs begin to tremble, the telltale sign he was close.

Your fingers quickened around your clit, your other hand moving to squeeze his balls as his thrusts moved out of rhythm.

“Oh fuck, babe, shit, yes,” he jerked inside you and you could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. With the way he was gasping in your ear, you wouldn’t either.

“Eddie, baby, just a little longer, I’m almost there,” you breathed, the pressure in your stomach reaching a fever pitch. 

It was his moan, you think, that sent you over the edge. The throaty sob that racked through his entire body. The way his hair was stuck to his forehead, the veins in his neck prominent when he threw his head back as he came. It was angelic in the dirtiest way possible.

He collapsed against you and you rubbed his back as he came down from his high. His skin was hot and clammy, your fingertips drawing abstract shapes along his spine. 

After a few minutes, Eddie grabbed his tee-shirt from the end of the bed, placing it underneath you before he pulled out.

“Ugh, that’s gross,” you groaned, watching as his cum dripped out of you, pooling on the ratty tee-shirt.

“What, it’s going in the wash anyway,” he stood up and stretched, pulling the tee-shirt out and folding it over itself, using the sleeve to wipe himself. He disappeared from the bedroom and you heard the washing machine lid open. 

He did it every time. Even though you’d put a hand towel on the dresser specifically for that purpose, he always went for whatever band tee-shirt he was wearing prior to stripping off. He came back with a damp washcloth and a glass of water, which he placed on your nightstand. You mumbled a “ thanks,” and took a sip, the cold water instantly revitalising you from your post-sex sleepy haze.

“Push up,” he instructed as he wiped the washcloth between your legs and the inside of your thighs. He was gentle, careful not to put too much pressure on the sensitive area as he cleaned. “There. Perfect as always,” he placed a kiss above your pubic bone.

-

The two of you stripped the bed and changed the sheets, loading up the washing machine to full capacity. Then you took a shower together, washing each other as you alternated who stood under the water stream of the shower/tub combo. Eddie bent down, letting you wash his hair with your expensive vanilla coconut shampoo, the scent of which he loved. You then picked out the comfiest clothes in your wardrobe and hoped back in bed.

It was moments like this that you cherished. When the two of you were quiet, both basking in the comfortable afterglow, and enjoying each other’s company. Alone together. Eddie was sitting between your legs as you leant against the headboard, his hands running over the clean floral sheets. He was resting against you, his shoulder blades flush against your chest, his eyes shut as you played with his hair.

You hadn’t even realised your fingers were absentmindedly passing damp strands over one another until he asked, “are you braiding my hair?”

You looked down, a french braid beginning to form on his head. “Huh, apparently I am.”

The first time you had braided his hair was soon after you’d started dating. He’d gotten too drunk after a gig and you hadn’t wanted to spend your night holding his hair back over the toilet, so you’d braided it to keep it out of his face. When he woke up the next morning he told you he loved it and spent the whole morning running his fingers over the bumps. Braids quickly became one of Eddie’s love languages; whenever he got a little too tipsy, sleepy, sick, or he’d had a bad day, he’d beg you to braid his hair. Since Indie had come into your lives, you hadn’t had much time for soft moments between you two, but Eddie still sat in the bathroom and watched you braid your daughter’s hair every morning before you dropped her off at daycare. “Is it pretty?”

“You’re always pretty, Eds,” you knew he liked that answer by the faint hum of approval he made. Not that you were lying, Eddie was beautiful. You reached for a hair tie off the nightstand, securing the braid in his hair. “There you go, baby boy.” You gave the braid a tug, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Wait,” he tilted his head, catching your lips with his, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You let out a content sigh, your arms draping over his shoulders as you relaxed into the kiss.

“I can’t wait until we have our own room again.”

“I know, it’s been way too long since you’ve woken me up with a BJ.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re expecting when we move into the new house, huh? Morning head?” 

The pair of you had finally saved up enough money to rent a small two bedroom house, which you were planning on moving into next week. Your current living situation, which involved Indie sleeping in a crib at the end of your bed, was far from ideal. The new house offered you each your own room, something you and Eddie were incredibly excited about. Partly because your daughter talked in her sleep (which you both agreed was adorable, if not somewhat annoying), but mostly because it afforded you the opportunity to have sex whenever you want.

“What can I say, I’m easy to please.”

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[solarnexas]

avi my beloved i would like for you to give me a colour because im drawing a mermaid tail and i require a color please

babe I like red and purple and black does that sound good?? whatever you vibe with but a combination of them would look sick. also *gasp* you're making a mermaid just for me?! Oh how I love you so my one

#<3 lish #asks #seriously tho mermaids are so pretty istg #have a test tomorrow gonna go study but this was a good surprise thank you for making one!!

[aqlemonade]

(AB)CD Tour - Biadore

Summary: Follow Roy and Danny on the ABCD tour-- With occasional commentary from Courtney and Darienne. 

AN: Just a warning this is a bit long. I tried to work in most of the content we got from them during these four shows. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank u, next, bitch!

Fabric bunched under Roy’s hands as he helped Danny shimmy into Adore’s mermaid costume. “Jump, babe,” He instructed Danny. The younger laughed quietly as he did what he was told. One good jump from Danny, and a decent tug from Roy got the costume over his body. “What do you think?” Roy asked as he eyed the work he did on the garment. Danny turned around in the mirror; Hitting poses and flipping his short hair. “I guess I don’t have to ask,” Roy chuckled at his fiancé’s amusement.

“It’s fucking sick Roy, are you kidding? I look so hot,” Danny answered as he checked his ass out in the mirror.

“Yeah, you do,” Roy kissed his cheek. “But I mean the fit? Is it okay? Are you comfortable?” Roy ran his hand down the tail part of the costume, unintentionally sending a shiver through Danny‘s body. “I made it a few inches bigger than your measurements to give you some wiggle room.”

Danny shook his hips, “Well, I can wiggle in it.”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy said fondly.

Danny smiled at him with his tongue poking out from behind his teeth. “Your idiot. An idiot that you love so much you made this gorgeous costume for.”

Roy felt a warmth in his chest when Danny expressed how much he liked his outfit. He had made most of everybody’s clothing for the tour, but spent extra time making sure everything for Adore was perfect. “I’m glad you like it, honey.”

Danny turned to face Roy. “I love it, and everything else you made me! Really, Willow, thank you,” He reached out to embrace Roy in a giant hug, only pulling away slightly to kiss him. A few appreciative pecks turned into deeper kissing. Danny cupped Roy’s face as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Roy’s arms tightened around Danny’s waist and brought him closer.

“Why don’t we take this off so it doesn’t get ruined?” Roy said breathlessly against Danny’s lips.

“Yeah,” Danny huffed out between kisses. They reluctantly broke away from each other, rushing to get Danny out of the mermaid costume without rushing so much that they ripped it.

Roy tugged the top half down, pressing his lips against Danny’s shoulders. He kissed all over his back, chasing the freckles and goosebumps on his skin. Soft hands slid down Danny’s arms before Roy turned him around. His lips closed around one of Danny’s nipples while he brushed the other with his thumb. Danny’s breathing got heavier as Roy’s tongue swirled around the nub. A small noise escaped plump lips when Roy flicked it.

“You’re so perfect,” Roy huffed as he peppered kisses to Danny’s chest. His fingers toyed with Danny’s nipples while he kissed a path to Danny’s neck. Suckling, kissing, licking and biting the tender flesh had those beautiful emerald eyes rolling back and Danny’s dick begging for attention.

“I’m not wearing underwear,” Danny said with a smirk; Almost a bribe to get Roy to take the rest of this thing off of him.

“Oh, you’re not?” Roy’s tone was just as playfully teasing as Danny’s was. His kisses had moved from Danny’s neck to across his jaw. His hands groped Danny’s ass over the shiny fabric of the mermaid tail.

“Nope,” Danny choked out. He cleared his throat to speak properly, “Seriously, I think I’m precumming on it.”  

The implication that the garment was getting soiled cleared away the fog in Roy’s head. “Okay, babygirl, let’s get this off of you.” Danny groaned at babygirl. Roy knew that made his legs weak. The older man kneeled on the floor behind Danny. “Stand up straight. I’m gonna pull it down, okay?” Danny nodded. At first he was just going to rip it off of him and hope for the best, but the side of him that spent hours making the garment washed that thought away. Roy slowly worked it pass Danny’s hips, letting his fingers linger on pale skin before allowing it to fall. “Step out, love.” Roy picked up the garment, folded it, and placed it neatly back into Danny’s suitcase.

“That was nice,” Danny mused with the cutest grin on his face.

“Yeah?” Roy inched closer to him.

“Yeah,” Danny pecked Roy’s lips. “You’re sweet.” Roy smiled at him, giving him another peck before grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around. Roy bent Danny over the hotel bed, sinking back down to his knees behind the younger man. Roy smacked Danny’s asscheek, burying his face inside of him while Danny was still mid yelp from the sting of his hand. “Oh my god,” Danny whined, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as Roy lapped at him.

Roy went at him like he had never and would never be able to taste him again. His tongue was flat, swirling around and licking at Danny’s asshole. He played with the pressure he used on Danny. Heavy breaths and barely audible moans were the result of a light touch, writhing around and whimpering was the result of a bit (a lot) more force. Roy used his arm to steady Danny’s hips, his other hand moved between his own legs.

Danny was so beautiful. The sounds he made were incredible, and the way he reacted to Roy made Roy ache. He began stroking himself as his mouth worked on Danny. The vibrations from Roy’s gravely moans sent waves through Danny’s body. Shaggy hair shook out and stuck to a sweaty body as Danny threw his head back, mewling in ecstasy. Roy heard his name tumble from that gorgeous man’s lips, sending a heat through his abdomen and encouraging him to eat him out with a new ferocity.

Roy shook his head back and forth while keeping contact between his tongue and Danny’s hole for a new sensation. “Holy fuck, Roy,” Danny cried out. “Keep doing that—Fuck!” This man would never cease to amaze Danny. Their sex life never got boring or stale. Even after years of fucking, Roy would always surprise him. He always had some clever trick in his arsenal that would have Danny clutching the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white—Which they had.

A sudden change had Danny seeing stars. Roy slid his tongue in and out of him. His hand crashed down in the same place he spanked before, turning the rosey hand print into an angry red. Danny reached around to push Roy’s head further down. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t know what he was doing, but Roy happily allowed him to do it anyway.

He continued to open Danny up with his tongue, switching between penetration and gentle licks. Roy traced Danny’s rim, slipping back inside of him while Danny moaned and pawed at the hotel sheets. His hips started grinding against the bed for friction. A tremble came over his thighs. Seeing that, Roy knew Danny was more than ready for him. The man spit in Danny’s hole, making the younger groan and wiggle around for more contact that he never received.

Roy stood up in search for lube, though his mission was cut short as Danny had stood too and began ripping his fiancé’s clothing off. Danny tossed Roy’s tank top on the ground. His lips attacked Roy’s neck while his hands splayed over his chest. Roy’s head lulled back, tilting a bit to the side to give Danny better access. Danny smirked at how willing Roy was to give up control. To be vulnerable. To let Danny please him. Pale hands trailed down Roy’s stomach methodically. The muscles twitched and jumped under Danny’s touch. Roy hummed in approval.

It didn’t take long for Danny’s fingers to find the belt of Roy’s jeans. While lips kissed a tan chest he fiddled with the buttons and loops of his pants until they fell in a pool around his ankles. Danny dropped down to his knees, smugly smiling at the wet stain on Roy’s underwear. Danny’s pointer finger traced where it was, teasing his man’s cockhead. Roy gasped, his legs tensed up while his hips thrust into Danny’s touch. He couldn’t look down at him, knowing the cocky expression that was undoubtedly plastered on his face would make him choke.

Danny yanked Roy’s underwear down to be met by his gorgeous cock: Hard and leaking just for him. Danny licked his lips. He gripped the base before devouring him. All of Roy slid down Danny’s mouth until he hit the back of his throat. Danny gagged initially before adjusting to the size. His lips were completely stretched over Roy’s cock as he looked up at the older man. Roy swore Danny never looked as beautiful as he did right now. He began bopping his head up and down Roy’s shaft in a circular motion. Only the tip was left in when Danny pulled back. With a generous tongue, Danny lavished it with attention. He swirled all around, becoming neater in his movements when he wanted to focus on licking the top. Roy inhaled sharply as Danny’s tongue dipped into his slit. His hand tangled in Danny’s hair, tightening when he felt Danny’s tongue start a swiping motion.

“Shit,” Roy mumbled under his breath. Danny had taken Roy back in. His nose pressed against Roy’s stomach as he deepthroated him. “Dan,” Roy whined as tremors began to rake through his body. A laugh from the back of Danny’s throat made Roy’s head fall back and his balance stagger. His fingers combed through Danny’s hair affectionately. Danny cupped Roy’s balls, letting the heat from his palm get to Roy first before squeezing them just how he knew Roy liked it.

Despite the haze in Roy’s mind his hunger for Danny shone through. Roy tried to form a semblance of control, but utterly failed when a loud moan broke from his lips instead of the words he was attempting to say. “Where-where’s the lube, Dan?” Roy groaned through labored breathes. He needed Danny to stop before he came down his throat, but didn’t have the will power to make him. “Please, Danny.”

A string of spit followed when Danny pulled Roy out of his mouth. “Right there,”  he pointed to the dresser. For once Roy was thankful for a tiny hotel room. He reached right over, grabbing the lube without having to move. When their eyes met Danny was leaning on his knees, the most innocent look and sweetest grin on his face while he lightly stroked Roy’s dick.  

Roy reached down to cup Danny’s cheek. His thumb brushed the heated skin. “Such a little fuck,” He teased warmly. Danny snickered. It was exactly like Roy to break a moment like this just to joke with him. They both leaned in for a kiss. Roy guided Danny to stand up as their lips meshed together. His hands ran up Danny’s arms then down his back. He gripped Danny’s ass. One hand kneading the perfectly round cheek while the other slipped between to gently start massaging Danny’s hole.

“Let me,” Danny breathed. He picked up the bottle Roy had dropped on the floor while they were making out. Danny bit his bottom lip, looking Roy right in the eyes as he squirted lube on his hand. Roy’s mouth dropped when Danny started jerking him off with it. “That feel good?” Danny questioned with a smirk. His lips hovered over Roy’s. When Roy chased them for a kiss Danny backed away. “You’re amazing,” He kissed Roy’s neck instead. “So fucking sexy,” Danny praised with his lips dangerously close to Roy’s. He backed away again when Roy sought out a kiss, his lover whining at the deprivation; Which was all Danny wanted. “And all mine,” He crashed his lips against Roy’s. Desperate for him, Roy deepened the kiss immediately. His tongue pushed into Danny’s mouth, his hands held his face. Danny returned the passion Roy was kissing him with. “I love you,” Danny moaned against his lips.

“I love you too,” He grabbed at Danny, attempting to bring him closer than their two naked bodies pressing together. “I love you so much,” Roy panted. “I love you,” He became frantic in his actions. Trying to do everything he could to prove to Danny physically how much he loved him, as if chanting it against his lips wasn’t enough. “I can’t take this anymore,” Roy declared. “Bend over.” Darkness was all Danny saw in Roy’s eyes as his pupils were blown out. It made Danny’s mouth dry. He nodded his head like he was in a trace, bending over the bed like Roy said.

Roy swallowed down the hunger building inside of him at the sight of Danny’s hole on display. If he was religious he would stop right now to thank God for this man. Roy squirted more lube onto himself then onto Danny. He used his thumb to spread it on his fiancé, loving to see him squirm before he even did anything.

Roy adjusted Danny’s legs so he could position himself between them. Danny reached behind himself to hold himself open for Roy. The older man nearly melted at the sight. “You’re really trying to kill me aren’t you?” He sighed. Danny just shook his ass in Roy’s face; He took that as a yes.

Roy gripped his cock. “You’re good? You want this?” He pressed the head of his dick against Danny’s asshole.

The younger smiled with his tongue between his teeth while nodding. “Fuck yes.”

He glided inside of him, amazed at how easily Danny could take him now. Roy groaned, his eyes rolled back finally being surrounded by his lover. Roy gripped Danny’s hips. “You feel so good. You’re so good for me,” he rambled as he began slowly thrusting inside of Danny. The younger moaned as Roy started moving inside of him. He loved that familiar pressure of Roy filling him up.

“You can go faster, baby. I’m okay,” Danny gave Roy permission to skip the ‘warm up’ period. They were both as desperate as the other for Roy to start pounding into him.

“Let me know if you need to stop,” Roy said before slamming into Danny. Fast and hard was the pace; Clearly neither of them could hold off for anything less. Roy adjusted his angle until a high pitched yelp sounded from his fiancé. He focused his thrusting there, knowing he had found Danny’s prostate.

Roy’s fingers dug into Danny’s hips as his hammered away at him. Roy had never felt so desperate in his life. He wanted to feel every bit of Danny; Take as much of him as he could. Danny buried his face in the mattress as he bottomed out. Roy was fucking him with an intensity that he had never felt before, not even from Roy himself. “Oh my god,” Danny wanted to scream, but all that came out was a strangled whimper. “That’s so good! Fuck me, Roy.” Roy slapped Danny’s ass in the same spot as before. He watched as Danny’s body jumped from the hit and trembled at how it heightened his pleasure.

The pace became quicker. Danny couldn’t register anything that was going on beyond this moment. Tears welled in his eyes as Roy pounded against his prostate with each thrust, and with each thrust getting faster Danny could barely hold himself up. He was close to collapsing when he felt Roy’s hand pull his hair. His head snapped backwards with it. Roy holding his hair while he fucked him forced Danny to sit up a bit. His arms helped hold some of his weight, taking pressure off of his legs. “What good are those moans if I can’t hear you?” Roy growled. All the dirty talk made Danny’s balls throb. He moaned loudly for Roy, who showered him with praises once he did.

Bruises had to be forming under Roy’s fingertips. Every time his thrusts got harder his grip got tighter. The sound of their bodies smacking together echoed through the room, twirling around with their moans and whimpers. Roy was losing control. Danny had never been fucked so well in his life. Roy focused every bit of emotion he felt for Danny in his thrusting, and it started to get overwhelming for both of them.

“Ow!” Danny calling out in pain broke through every barrier between Roy and reality.

“Shit, Danny. I’m sorry,” He pulled out of his fiancé carefully. “Are you okay?” He rubbed Danny’s lower back. “Was I hurting you this whole time?”  

“No, no,” Danny reassured him. “This whole time has been great. That one was just a little much.”

Roy knew he was getting carried away. “We’ll slow it down then,” He decided. He grabbed a blanket off of the bed, spreading it out across the floor. “Come,” he opened his arms for Danny as he sat down. Without question Danny followed him. His legs gave out, making him fall into Roy’s lap. The couple giggled together. “Are you okay?” Roy asked.

“Yeah,” Danny answered between laughs.

“You still wanna do this?”

“Of course,” Danny smiled at him. “I’m fine.” Roy wound an arm around Danny’s waist. He pulled him in closer, adjusting Danny so he was in a proper position. Danny threw his arms around Roy’s neck, leaning in to catch his lips in a kiss. Danny moaned at the taste of his lover’s mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, Dan.” Roy returned. He was so thankful he grew out of thinking that telling someone you love them every five minutes was embarrassing. He didn’t know how the two of them would survive not saying it like clockwork. Roy grabbed his dick, rubbing it in the rut of Danny’s ass.

“There,” Danny let Roy know when he found his asshole. Roy slowly pushed inside of him. Quiet whimpers were let out into Roy’s mouth. He allowed Danny to control how much he wanted to take from that point. He didn’t want to risk hurting him again. Roy’s hand moved to the back of Danny’s neck as he deepened their kiss.

Danny sunk down on Roy’s cock. Both men moaning when his dick disappeared between them. Danny used his knees for leverage as he started moving up and down languidly. Roy groaned as his fingers pressed into Danny’s hot flesh. Taking cues from the pace Danny set for himself, Roy started thrusting up; Meeting him half way and making beautiful sounds tumble from his lips. Danny whined, moving his face to Roy’s shoulder as their bodies rocked in sync with each other.

Roy’s hands ran up and down Danny’s back lovingly. Feeling the wet skin as he just wanted to touch his lover’s body. Danny’s arms tightened around Roy. He buried his face in Roy’s neck, occasionally pressing kisses to the sensitive area. Roy sighed. Everything felt so peaceful with Danny in this moment. He wasn’t too fond of the thought of it ending. The older man kept his thrusts calm and lazy. Danny followed Roy’s lead, sticking to whatever pace he set.

Roy lifted Danny’s chin to kiss him. The excitement from the kiss had both Roy and Danny speeding up the pace without realizing it. A guttural moan escaped from Roy when Danny clenched around him. The younger bit his fiancé’s lip, tugging it with him before catching his lips in another kiss. Roy’s nails scratched down Danny’s shoulder blades. Danny threw his head back as he rode Roy’s dick. His skinny arms stayed wrapped around Roy’s neck so he wouldn’t fall.

Roy stared at Danny in reverence for him. He was so vibrant and beautiful. The sweat on his body made him glisten. His lips were red and kiss swollen. Parted in a pant and shining with spit. His face scrunched up adorably, and his hair was damp with sweat. Roy quickened his hips just to watch his fiancé bounce in his lap with each thrust.

Roy took his bottom lip between his teeth. He could feel the start of his own orgasm building. “Danny...” The way Roy whined his name let Danny know his lover was close to his climax.

“I got you, babe,” Danny kissed his dimple. He pushed on Roy’s shoulders, guiding him to lay down. With the last bit of strength in Danny’s body he began riding Roy, not allowing Roy to help at all. “I wanna do this for you,” he moaned. Danny’s ass bounced against Roy’s v-line each time he slammed down. Roy scrambled for Danny’s hands, lacing their fingers together when he found them.

Roy wanting to hold hands as they made love caused butterflies to erupt in Danny’s chest. He pinned Roy’s arms above his head, leaning on him for stability while keeping their fingers intertwined. Danny hovered over him. Roy gave his hands a gentle squeeze. Danny smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Love you,” Danny mused happily.

“Love you too, babygirl.”

His hands tightened around Danny’s. As his orgasm got closer Roy began thrusting up into Danny frantically. With all of his strength Danny slammed back down with as much force as Roy thrust up with. His eyes began to water again at the intensity. His own orgasm approaching caused him to pulse around Roy. It was just what Roy needed to be taken over the edge. His thighs trembled as he came inside of Danny’s asshole. His stomach muscles twitched and contorted. The power of his orgasm made his whole body convulse.

“Woah,” Danny looked on in awe. He could barely focus on the amazing feeling of Roy’s liquid filling him up as he was taken back by the sight of Roy’s release. “That was hot,” he praised, leaning down to kiss Roy’s lips and chest. Roy wasn’t coherent enough to kiss back. His hands rested on Danny’s hips when Danny let them go. He focused on getting his breathing back to a normal pace.

Danny pulled off of Roy, rolling over to lie next to him. Roy threw an arm around him. Danny cuddled under it. “Give me a minute, I’ll finish you off,” Roy assured. He was so sated from his own orgasm he didn’t want to move an inch.

“S’okay, whatever you wanna do,” Danny said simply. Roy just had a stunning orgasm that left Danny breathless while watching, he wasn’t focused much on himself right now. Roy kissed Danny’s forehead, his fingers brushed through his raven locks. Danny caught Roy’s eyes when he looked up at him. They smiled at each other before moving in for a kiss. Roy tilted Danny’s chin to adjust the angle, and soon he was pulling Danny on top of him.

Danny moaned when Roy sucked his bottom lip. He gently nipped the younger before letting go. “C’mere,” Roy instructed, guiding Danny to move forward. He stopped him when Danny was in the perfect position. Roy leaned up to pepper kisses to Danny’s stomach. He kissed around his navel, across his pelvis, and down his happy trail. Danny had slipped into a state of bliss. His eyes were closed as a faint smile painted his lips. Roy couldn’t believe what an angel he was.

The older man laid back down. Danny scooted closer to him. Their eyes locked, Roy nodded to give him the okay to continue. Danny gripped the base of his dick, bringing the head to Roy’s lips. He guided himself into Roy’s mouth. His heart thumped at the sight of Roy below him gagging on his cock. Roy moaned around him, Danny’s eyes rolled back at the vibration. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself. It wouldn’t take much of this to get Danny off. He was on the brink beforehand, and his thighs were already quivering as Roy bobbed around him.

Danny grabbed a fistful of Roy’s hair, using it to direct Roy’s movements. He made Roy go faster, thrusting into his mouth as his orgasm started to build again. Roy reached up to stroke Danny’s balls with his fingertips. The younger moaned his lover’s name as his body began to shutter.

Danny thrust himself into Roy’s mouth wildly. The hand in his hair pulled him harshly with Danny’s movements. Roy moaned, gagged, and coughed around him. His own hands were grabbing at Danny’s ass, his nails digging into the delicate flesh. “I’m gonna cum,” Danny warned before shooting his load down Roy’s throat. His body tensed up, shivers hitting like waves through his muscles. Roy swallowed every bit, his tongue swirled around the tip to make sure he licked Danny clean.

Danny collapsed in Roy’s arms. Roy wrapped him up in a warm embrace. He brushed strands of hair out of Danny’s eyes, happy that he was allowed to give such pleasure to this gorgeous creature.

The two eventually moved back to their bed. The blanket they fucked on now twirled around them. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” Roy announced. Danny yanked him back down when he attempted to get up.

“Don’t leave me,” Danny whined like a sad child.

“I’m just gonna shower, babe. You don’t wanna, too?”

Danny shook his head, “I hate showering.”

Roy looked at him with a blank expression. “You have cum in your asshole.”

“I like your cum in my asshole.” Roy rolled his eyes, but Danny didn’t let go. “Cuddle me until I fall asleep,” he pouted. Roy could never say no to Danny. Besides, he was practically half asleep anyway. Roy crawled back into bed, taking Danny in his arms. Danny clung to Roy, flinging himself around him. Roy’s hand slipped into Danny’s hair. He began massaging his scalp, knowing all Danny needed to fall asleep was someone playing with his hair. The younger moaned at the contact, nuzzling his face into Roy’s chest.

Soon Danny was snoring. Like trying to get through security beams Roy contorted his way out of Danny’s grip, pushing the blanket into his arms so he’d have something to hold while Roy was showering.

Twenty minutes later Danny hadn’t moved from where Roy left him. His naked body wrapped around the blanket Roy put in his arms. Roy didn’t have as much luck with sleep as his fiancé did. He stayed up for most of the night. At one point he got so bored he actually woke Courtney up via texts to harass her into teaching him how to make a boomerang. He took one of Danny lying in bed fast asleep, wrote can’t sleep on the video, and posted it to Adore’s Instagram story. Roy chuckled to himself thinking about Adore’s fans trying to figure out how she posted that.

Roy took another one just for them. One of him kissing Danny’s forehead as he slept. He saved it to Danny’s phone for him to find whenever he would.

——

“Honey, I’m home,” Roy called out as he entered their hotel room. He tossed his coat on the floor by the door. Just one of the less desirable habits of Danny’s that he had picked up over time.

“In here,” Danny yelled from the bathroom. Roy made his way to him, the sight in the bathroom struck a terror through his soul. The whole place was covered in red. The sink, the counter, the mirror, the floors, the shirt his fiancé was wearing. Danny turned around and it made Roy go pale. The red stained his arms all the way up to his elbows. “Hi, Willow,” Danny greeted cheerfully as if nothing was wrong.

Roy grabbed Danny’s wrists to inspect him with wide eyes and a racing heart. “Danny, baby, what happened?” Roy spoke frantically. He cupped his cheek where there was a splatter of red.

“I’m dyeing my wig.” Roy’s face changed from soft eyes and a concerned look to an unamused expression. He dropped his hand from Danny’s face. “What?” Danny followed him out into the room.

“Don’t you already have a red wig?” Roy questioned, deciding to bypass the fact he thought Danny had severed an artery.

“Yeah, but I didn’t bring that one. I thought I would use the pink wig for Ariel, but then I fell down a YouTube hole. Now my blonde wig’s red!” Danny was so pleased with himself it was actually pretty cute.

Roy chuckled, “So you have a red wig, but decided to dye the blonde wig that I bought you red?”

“Yeah. I can buy another blonde wig.”

“But I bought you that one. It was a nice, expensive wig.”

“You can buy me another one then!” Roy groaned. “Stop being a crab,” Danny teased. He moved to sit on Roy’s lap, bopping his lose with a finger that had extra dye on it. “How was the show? Did Courm talk through it? She always talks through everything.”

“You guys have that in common,” Roy mumbled. “It was good. We got to go backstage and meet her,” Roy said with a smile.

“That’s sick, babe! Did anything else happen?”

“Other than that it was a regular show. I mean it was amazing, but that was the cherry on top.”

Danny grinned at how Roy was beaming. Sometimes it was difficult to get Roy to talk about the things he liked. When he did it was utterly adorable. “I’m glad you had fun, babe,” Danny kissed his cheek. “I have to finish dyeing my wig, and you,” Danny poked his chest, “should get some sleep before the show tomorrow.” They kissed each other goodnight before parting incase Roy fell asleep before Danny was done. “Oh, wipe the dye off your nose before you go to bed,” Danny giggled before running into the bathroom.

“What?” Roy wiped his nose to find a dye stain on the back of his hand. “You little fuck!” He yelled. Roy heard Danny cackling from the bathroom.

—— Adore and Bianca walked hand and hand into Courtney’s dressing room where they had all decided to meet when they were done getting ready.

Courtney and Darienne shared a look before Courtney rolled on top of her. The blonde simulated riding Darienne while they both started moaning obnoxiously in an exaggerated tone.

“Oh, Roy, that feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Courtney took on the task of mimicking Danny.

“Shit, Danny! You’re so amazing! Dan, baby!” Darienne took on the task of mimicking Roy.

“I love you,” Courtney whined in an annoyingly high pitched voice.

“I love you more, baby,” Darienne made kissy faces at Courtney while smacking her ass.

Bianca just rolled her eyes at the pair. She didn’t appreciate the mocking, but it was all in good fun. The day Bianca Del Rio made a fuss about a silly joke was the day she quit drag and started her career knitting scarfs on Etsy.  

“You guys are assholes,” Adore chuckled along with them. She wasn’t one to be shy about her sexuality.

“From what we heard I’m surprised you’re walking with the beating yours took,” Darienne couldn’t help herself. Adore covered her open mouth. She was stuck between being shocked and rolling on the floor cackling. Her eyes shifted over towards Bianca who had completely detached herself from the situation. She sat in a folding chair in a corner of the room while scrolling through her phone. Adore walked over to her and gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze.

“You guys talk a lot during sex. Is that some new kink the kids are into?” Darienne really, really could not help herself from continuing.

“Don’t shame them!” Courtney smacked her arm. She turned her attention to the couple, “Communication is key during sex. It’s not only sweet, but necessary how many times you checked on Dorey. I’m proud of you guys,” Courtney said like the overbearing, yet well meaning mother she was.

Bianca shot her a look of disgust, “What the fuck? Did you guys listen to us the whole time?”

Courtney nodded her head. “With our ears pressed to the wall,” Darienne said.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Yeah, that’s actually really uncomfortable,” Adore backed Bianca up though she didn’t necessarily care herself.

The two threw their hands up in defeat.

“Sorry.”

“Our bad.”

——

Thank you for being a friend…

Adore bounced around backstage, the adrenaline from the show still coursing through her veins. When Bianca walked in from behind the curtain Adore jumped into her arms. Bianca embraced her warmly. “I suppose you had fun,” Bianca said as she patted Adore on the back. A smile still plastered on her own face.  

Adore was so ramped  up she still hopped in place as Bianca held her. Courtney and Darienne walked pass without a second glance. They were much too used to the couple by now to be phased by their affection. “That was fucking awesome! I haven’t enjoyed a show like that in a while.” Adore broke away from their hug to start walking back to the dressing rooms. Bianca grabbed her hand, holding it tightly and gently tugging her back a few steps so they could walk side by side.

“I had fun too,” Bianca agreed. “It felt more comfortable than usual.”

“No shit,” Adore was quick in her response. “You held my hand a lot,” She teased, waving their joined hands in the air.

“I did,” Bianca said nonchalantly.

“And you pretended to fuck me…And,” Adore said with more of an inflection in her tone, “you joked about fucking me.”

“I did that as well.”

“Even after getting all pouty when Courm and Darienne did it,” Adore poked Bianca’s cheek.

Bianca shrugged, “It helps if I do it. If I do, they can’t.”

Adore nodded. She understood how that made sense. “What do you think the fans are gonna think?”

“I don’t think I care what anybody might think.”

—— Roy held Danny’s hand as he took off his makeup. Danny had decided to wear his face for a bit longer. “We have to sleep on the bus tonight,” Roy reminded him.

“I hate the bus.”

“I know you do. Do you think we’ll both be able to squeeze into one bunk?” Roy didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to sleep in the same bed as his fiancé. Their schedules had gotten so hectic lately they were lucky to spend a full twenty four hours together.

“Probably. You’re tiny, Roy. You don’t take up much space.”

——

“I hate the bus,” Danny sighed as he approached theirs.

“I know, babe,” Roy rubbed his shoulder.

They climbed up the short staircase into the bus and stored away their luggage. Danny pushed back a bed curtain, “They look like a decent size. If we squish together we should be able to fit.”

“You guys can not have sex on this bus,” Courtney said in passing. “We’re gonna be right next to you!”

“Yeah, no shitting or fucking on the bus,” Darienne added.

“Fuck you guys! It was okay when you had your ear pressed up to the wall listening to us,” Roy shot back.

“Yeah, fuck off!” Danny laughed. “Who could even fuck in these tiny ass beds anyway?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his fiancé. “Get in, let’s see if we can make this happen.”

Roy climbed into the bunk. “It is pretty roomy.” He held out a hand for Danny to take as he crawled in.

“Oh, yeah. This is fine.” Danny laid down. Roy had to situate himself a bit. Once he did he ended up in the perfect position to lay his head on Danny’s chest while being cuddled. His eyes began to grow heavy. His hand was under Danny’s shirt rubbing his stomach.

“I’m gonna go to sleep, Dan,” He mumbled, his journey to slumber already in motion.

“Goodnight, Willow,” Danny kissed him on the forehead. He rested his chin on Roy’s head, shutting his eyes and attempting to get some sleep on this bumpy ride himself.

——

Bianca stood behind Adore in their dressing room, brushing through her long pink wig. She pretended that she was helping her get ready, but Adore had been done for last twenty minutes. Bianca just wanted an excuse to touch her. She noticed her fiancé staring down at her engagement ring with a look of sadness, spinning it around on her finger. “Is something wrong?” Bianca asked nervously.

Her words shook Adore out of her thoughts. “What?” Adore looked up at Bianca. She shook her head when she realized what she was asking. “Oh, no, I just…,” Adore trailed off, beginning to fiddle with her ring again. She didn’t want to sound stupid, but she knew Bianca would never make her feel that way. “I hate having to take it off. It feels wrong.”

Bianca sat down in the chair next to her, taking her hand in hers. “Babe, look at me,” Bianca waited for Adore to look her in the eyes. “Do you want to tell our fans that we’re engaged?”

“Hell no,” Adore shot that idea down as quickly as Bianca proposed it. She sighed seeing Bianca’s expression fall. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t want people to know. We’ve made it this far this smoothly because we’re quiet about it. I don’t want people to know, but I wish they did. I wanna be able to wear my ring,” Adore’s tone dripped in defeat.

Bianca squeezed her hand. “It doesn’t matter if they know, Danny. We do. We know, and that’s all that’s important.” Adore smiled weakly at her. She appreciated her fiancé trying to make her feel better, but it didn’t help.

“C’mon cunts! Showtime’s in ten minutes!” Courtney called into their dressing room.

Adore slid her ring off of her finger. “Showtime,” She said dryly before dropping it into a lock and key jewelry box.

—— “We’re engaged!” Bianca screamed at Adore on stage. Adore’s eyes widened. She held back the enormous smile attempting to break out on her face.

Adore didn’t know what to do or how to react; So she wrapped her entire body around Bianca’s from behind. In hindsight that only made the situation look more suspicious, but if Bianca could be as bold as she had been on stage Adore hugging her wouldn’t do much damage. —— “What the hell was that?” Adore slapped Bianca playfully on the arm when they got backstage.

“You said you wanted people to know without them really knowing, so…”

Adore’s mouth dropped. She couldn’t believe Bianca would go out on an edge like that just to make her feel better. It was perfect, too. Nobody knew if Bianca was completely joking, or joking because she was completely serious. Adore threw her arms around Bianca’s neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re the absolute best, B.”

—— Danny had a solo show to be at on their day off. Roy spent the night drinking and missing him. As Adore was getting ready her phone started to blow up with notifications

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 I mizss yowu

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 owhen are ydou comiong bacsk

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 ?

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 No funm wkithout youi

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 :(

Danny giggled at his phone. How lucky was he to have a fiancé who when they got drunk only thought about telling him how much they missed him?  

Danny ❤️ It’s only been half a day baby

Danny ❤️ I’ll be back in a few hours okay?

Danny ❤️ I love you I miss you too 💗

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 No coyme bcak nnow plebase t

Danny frowned at the ‘please’. Roy was so adorable.

Danny ❤️ Three more hours and I’ll be on my way

Danny ❤️ Are you still out?

Danny ❤️ Make Courtney or Darienne take you back to the bus to sleep a little

Danny ❤️ I think you might be a bit too drunk babe

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Okya

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 I loove yoku

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Cone bzack soon

Danny ❤️ I‘m coming right back after this show my love

Danny ❤️ Get some rest I’ll wake you up when I get back 💚

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Ghoofnight

——

That was a wrap. The ABCD tour had ended. Roy and Danny went out to celebrate and spend time together before Roy had to start press for his next show. They pounded back shot after shot. Occasionally one would pull the other into a hidden corner of the club or a bathroom stall for a makeout session. Roy had a few too many drinks over his limit by the time they were making last call.

The couple clasped hands so they wouldn’t get separated in the large crowd pouring out of the bar. Unfortunately, their efforts had failed. Danny was no where to be found when Roy managed to stumble outside. Scared, confused, and most of all drunk, Roy started crying. “Danny?!” He sobbed, calling out for the man. In his altered state losing Danny was much more dramatic than it actually was. He thought he’d never see him again. That Danny had been whisked away in some Taken-style ambush which Roy was in no condition to Liam Neesan his way out of it.

Roy frowned. The wind blowing against tears streaming down his face made his cheeks cold. He plopped down onto the ground, leaning up against a potted plant. “Dan?!” Roy yelled for his fiancé again. He didn’t know what he was gonna do without Danny. How was he suppose to gather the will to get up from this spot knowing he’d never see—

“Roy?!” The older man perked up when he heard Danny’s voice. “Roy!” The sound got closer and soon Danny was standing in front of him. Roy’s eyes lit up. He reached out for Danny, who immediately helped him off of the dirty street. Danny secured an arm tightly around Roy’s waist to keep him from falling. “Baby, why are you crying?” Danny brushed his tears away. Red flashed before Danny’s eyes; His hands balled into fists instinctively. “Did someone hurt you? Is that why you were on the ground?” He began working himself up into an angry frenzy. Danny examined Roy’s face for any budding bruises or cuts. “I’ll fucking kill them. Who was it?” He looked out into the sea of people still buzzing around the bar. “Do you see them?”

Roy looked at him as if he had grown two heads. “No! I thought I lost you forever,” Roy slurred out an explanation, burying his face in Danny’s chest as he hugged him tighter.

“Oh,” Danny only had a split second to feel silly before he started comforting his fiancé. “I’m here. You were never gonna lose me,” Danny rubbed a soothing hand over his back. Roy was smashed. Danny had a few drinks, but thankfully for Roy’s sake he hadn’t reached anywhere near his level. Danny scooped Roy up in his arms bridal style without any trouble. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, yeah?” Roy nodded. Danny kissed him on the head.

“I’m gonna sleep here,” Roy said as Danny started walking. He leaned his head against Danny’s shoulder, closing his eyes for rest. Danny smiled down at him.

It was a short walk to the hotel, filled with a lot less stares than Danny expected carrying around a grown man passed out in his arms. The front desk gave him a bit of trouble, but once he showed the woman working their matching tattoos, engagement video, and Courtney running down in a bath towel to vouch for them she let them upstairs with a promise that she would be checking in on them at some point to make sure everything was okay.

Danny laid Roy down in bed carefully. He started untying his shoes and pulling them off when Roy woke up. “Hey, Mr. I can do all these shots my tolerance level is higher than you,” Danny teased, keeping his voice low and soft.

Roy groaned. Still just as drunk as he was before, looking at Danny caused him to burst into tears. Danny’s face fell as quickly as Roy’s breakdown came on. He crawled up the bed, wrapping Roy’s entire body in his arms and moving him to sit in his lap. “My love, calm down,” Danny rocked him back and forth. He treated Roy as if he was trying to comfort a child having a tantrum (little did he know he would be doing just that with their own kids in a few years time) since he assumed all of this was brought on by the alcohol. “What’s wrong, Roy? You have to tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better,” Danny cooed to him, combing his fingers through Roy’s short hair a few times.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Roy managed to get out between sobs and hiccuping.

“Willow, you’re drunk,” Danny tried to reassure him. “You’ll feel better when you sleep this off.” It just upset him further. Roy pushed Danny away from him.

“No! It’s not that! I miss you all the time. Everyday,” Roy’s crying grew heavier. “I never get to hold you or kiss you. I never get to hug you when I want to hug you. I wanna hug you! I wanna wake up and you’re right,” Roy drunkly slapped the opposite side of the bed, “there. I wanna talk to you, not to a stupid phone on stupid FaceTime. I wanna hold your hand while we wear our rings.”

Sure, if Roy was sober he’d be making a more eloquent argument, but Danny was brought to tears by the end of it nonetheless. There was nothing Danny could do to make it better. Everything Roy listed off couldn’t be fixed without a career change and mirrored how Danny often felt himself. He laced his fingers with Roy’s. “I know. I miss you too,” He said sadly. “But we’ve made this work for years. We’re Roy and Danny. Bianca and Adore. We’re not gonna let anything break us up, or make us feel like what we have isn’t special and worth fighting through all that shit to have it. We’re together forever, asshole,” Danny squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You’re stuck with me,” Danny smiled at his fiancé, managing to get a smile in return.

#biadore #smut #fluff #a bit of #angst #my writing #one shots

[camillemontespan]

the dinner party, part one [TRR]

Pairings: Oh boy. So basically, there's a lot of sexual tension/love triangles going on and the dinner party is going to reveal secrets, lies and everything in between. Set before Liam becomes King and the attacks. Let's serve the appetisers.

Drake X MC (Camille).

Kiara x Drake (I know, like leave him alone please).

Olivia x Liam (unrequited)

Liam x Camille (he is in love with her).

Madeleine x Hana (unrequited, full of denial bitchy love on Madeleine’s part).

Maxwell x Hana (and vice versa. I really ship these two).

The Evening’s Specials: Backstabbing served with a side order of insults; secret kisses; a big dish of illicit touching under the table served with a cold glass of truth. Enjoy.

Camille studied her reflection in the mirror. Standing in the palace boutique, she had watched Bertrand and Maxwell gather together suitable outfits for tonight’s dinner party. She was currently wearing a ruby red strapless mermaid tail dress that split up her leg.  It skimmed her curves and showed off her body in all the right places. ‘This dress is quite... scandalous,’ she commented, smoothing her hands over her hips. Bertrand glared. ‘This dress is vintage Valentino. You will wear it.’ Camille grinned. ‘Oh, I wasn’t complaining Bertrand.’  She twirled around and Maxwell gave her a thumbs up. ‘You look amazing! To think when we first found you, you were wearing that unflattering grey waitress uniform and now, you look like a film star!’  Camille clapped her hands together in excitement. ‘What are you wearing tonight, Maxwell? Squid suit?’ Maxwell considered. ‘Well, I do love my squid suit... but this occasion calls for a James Bond-esque suit.’ Camille looked through the racks of suits, trying to pick a good one out for him. ‘Why has Liam invited us to a private dinner? How private are we talking?’ Maxwell grimaced. ‘Me, you, Hana, Liam, Drake, Olivia, Kiara, Madeleine...’ Camille groaned. ‘Madeleine? Really? What about Penelope?’ ‘She had a poodle emergency.’ 

Maxwell located a suit and went into the changing room to try it on. Bertrand was tidying away the discarded dresses that had been rejected. ‘Are you not invited Bertrand?’ Camille asked. ‘I was but I’m too busy with Beaumont affairs,’ he said. ‘Shame because I do love the wine that Liam’s household serves.’ ‘Maybe I can steal you a bottle,’ Camille suggested, winking. Bertrand chuckled. ‘I think Queen Regina checks their wine supply every day so sadly, not possible.’  Maxwell came out of the changing room, strutting into their vision. ‘I’ve found it. Just call me Beaumont. Maxwell Beaumont.’ He twirled on his feet and flashed the inside of his suit jacket. Camille grinned. ‘You look so good!’ Maxwell finger gunned. Bertrand groaned. ‘This is what House Beaumont is coming to...’

At seven pm, Camille and Maxwell reached the front door of the palace. ‘Do you think I can perform my sword trick with the champagne?’ he asked her as they waited for the palace doorman to let them in. Camille winced. ‘I don’t think so, babe...’ Maxwell shrugged. ‘Oh well. Next time!’ ‘Hey Maxwell. Montespan.’ They turned to see Drake had turned up. He was dressed in a dark blue suit. ‘Drake, you’re all dressed up!’ Camille said. ‘You look great.’ ‘Don’t get used to it, Montespan,’ he said dryly.  The door was opened and they were guided into the foyer. The chandelier above twinkled and the candles that were set on each step of the winding staircase glowed. The doorman took Camille’s coat. Upon seeing her dress, Drake’s eyes widened. ‘Montespan, you look... wow.’ Camille looked down at her dress and blushed. ‘Vintage Valentino, did you know?’  Drake shook his head, his mouth agape.  Camille sniggered and walked past him, bumping her hip deliberately into his. He turned pink as he watched her hips do a figure of eight as she glided further into the foyer.  Maxwell smiled at Drake and followed her, oblivious to the tent-like situation going on in Drake’s lower region. ‘I’ll, erm...  just wait here and make sure the coats are okay...’ Drake said, clearing his throat. 

Ten minutes later, the rest of the party had arrived. Liam had his servants serve them glasses of champagne first. ‘Thank you for attending my private dinner,’ he began. ‘I feel we haven’t had a chance to get to know each other properly as this suitor competition has been going on. I know all the suitors individually but I feel you don’t really know each other. So, let’s use tonight to change that.’ Olivia smirked. ‘I get why the suitors are here, but why the village idiot of House Beaumont and the commoner who always gets a free ride?’ Maxwell’s mouth dropped open. ‘Hey! Village idiot?!’ ‘Free ride?’ Drake replied, not amused. Olivia shrugged, ‘Just stating the facts.’ ‘Olivia, we’ve not even sat down yet and you’re already insulting the others? Really?’ Camille said, a look of disgust on her face. ‘At least wait until the shrew gets served, then you can talk.’  Drake tried very hard not to break out into a smile. Camille came to this dinner armed.  Olivia sighed. ‘Fine. Liam, where are we all sitting? I hope I’m next to you, as I am your childhood friend.’ The other ladies rolled their eyes. Liam smiled. ‘You are actually.’ Olivia smiled. ‘Well then ladies, after me.’

Camille found herself sat in between Hana and Drake. She could live with that, considering Hana was becoming her closest friend at court and Drake... well, Drake’s fingers had made their way through the split in the dress and between her thighs as soon as they sat down, so she was content with the situation. She pulled her chair in more so she was closer to the table. It meant Drake’s hands were hidden from the rest of the table and it wasn’t obvious what he was doing to her.  ‘Your dress is beautiful, Camille!’ Hana exclaimed. ‘Where did you get it?’ Camille focused her attention on her friend, placing a napkin over her lap. ‘It’s vintage Valentino, according to Bertrand.’ ‘You have to let me borrow it another night,’ Hana said. ‘I can lend you vintage Dolce and then we can both be happy!’ They both giggled and Hana surveyed the menu. ‘Hmm, interesting dishes. I wonder if they still have that Michelin chef in the kitchen?’ ‘Hmm, I wonder,’ Camille murmured, skimming her eyes over the menu but not absorbing any of it. Instead, she was focusing entirely on Drake’s touch, which had increased in speed. She bit her lower lip and clenched the side of her chair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Drake was smirking. God, she loved this devilish side of him. It made her even more aroused just thinking of him, dominating her. 

They had began sharing secret moments a month ago, after their trip to Olivia’s. Once Drake had let down his walls and opened up to her, Camille found that she had been trying to spend more time with him. She had soon realised that he was trying too. He had invited her to have a drink with him in Olivia’s wine cellar and  another time, they had played pool. He took her out to a cosy Italian restaurant, no frills, no fuss. They hung out together, pretending they were just friends, but they both knew that wasn’t the case. When she had kissed him in the wine cellar, that was it. Lines had been crossed. They both knew where the other stood. Now, any chance they got, they found a way to share a moment. Camille wanted him. She wanted to feel him touch her, to feel his body on hers. But more than that, she thought about him all the time. About how whenever she watched a film she thought he might like, she wanted to tell him all about it. Or whenever she read a book, she would bookmark a page that reminded her of him. She was scared to admit that she was falling for him but she knew she was.

 The thing that held her back was being in the competition. She didn’t want to embarrass Liam by leaving. She didn’t want everyone to make Drake out to be the villain. But she was growing increasingly scared that Liam was going to choose her. She didn’t know why - aside from their first meeting in New York, she hadn’t actually spent that much time with him. He was always trying to keep the other suitors happy so he would catch her for short moments then leave again. Naturally, she felt closer to Drake since she actually saw him a lot more than anyone else she knew. But Liam had been telling her secretly that if he had his way, he would choose her now. He would tell all the other suitors to go home. At first, she found it flattering. Now that she saw Drake in a new light, she felt sick every time Liam whispered romantic things in her ear. 

Drake’s fingers went deeper into her and she nearly knocked over her champagne glass. She gave a startled squeal, prompting curious looks from Hana and Madeleine.  Camille discreetly took Drake’s hand and drew it away from her. ‘Damn it,’ Drake breathed, his mouth quirking at the corner. Camille responded by placing her hand on his crotch.  ‘Camille, you look flushed,’ Madeleine commented. Camille shrugged, keeping a casual look on her face. Drake reminded himself to never play poker with her. ‘It is quite warm in here. Can someone open a window?’ Liam asked a servant to open a window and a burst of cool air entered the room. The room now also filled with the smell of fish. Plates of salmon were placed on the table in front of the guests and everyone tucked in for the starter. A tray of olives, bread and oil was laid out in the centre. Olivia took an olive and studied Camille. ‘So, Camille.  How do you think you are faring in the competition?’

Everyone turned to look at Camille. Camille swallowed her bread. ‘I believe Liam is the best one to ask that question to,  to be honest,’ she answered. Liam was about to reply but Olivia cut over him. ‘I just would like your opinion. After all, you could be better matched to someone else more of your station, not a prince, that’s all...’ Camille maintained her straight face. She felt Drake tense up beside her. Please keep calm, Drake, she willed him. ‘More of my station?’ she asked, her eyes flashing. Olivia smirked. ‘Say, to a palace servant. Or a stable hand. Or a commoner, just a few suggestions.’ Madeleine raised an eyebrow. ‘Who would dare marry a commoner?’ She and Olivia both laughed, the two of them ganging up.  ‘This isn’t a nice dinner conversation,’ Hana said. ‘Let’s move on. I’m sure Liam will decide who he wants to marry in his own time.’ Liam shot Hana a grateful smile. ‘Indeed. No cat fights at the dinner table, please.’ Madeleine rolled her eyes. ‘Oh please, Liam. What did you expect when you invited all of the suitors to dinner?’ ‘I expected manners and sophistication,’ Liam replied cooly, ‘but I see that is lacking in two people at this table and  FYI, Camille is not included in that. Make of that what you will.’ ‘Buuuuurn....’ Maxwell muttered, playing with his piece of bread.

Madeleine’s eyes shot to Maxwell. ‘Don’t even get me started on you,’ she spat. He looked up and stared at her. ‘What have I done?!’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.’ Liam raised his hands up. ‘Enough Madeleine. That’s an order.’ She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her champagne.  Liam sighed. ‘Now, Kiara, how are you finding the competition?’ Kiara looked up, her eyes wide. She had barely spoken a word all night, since her only friend Penelope wasn’t in attendance. She was sat next to Maxwell who had been trying his best to get her to talk, but she had looked at him like he was on fire and hadn’t offered much conversation. ‘Oh? Tres agreable,’ she said. ‘I’ve enjoyed meeting all the other ladies.’  ‘Good to hear,’ Liam answered, glad to have one lady who wasn’t biting another guests head off. ‘You’ve been doing very well.’ ‘Thank you,’ she said, blushing. She glanced over at Drake. Camille noticed and fought down the urge to hold Drake’s hand in front of her. Kiara had been interested in Drake since the barn raising event in which he had helped her and her eyes had followed him like a puppy dog since. It was slightly grating. Drake never noticed because his eyes always followed Camille. Kiara knew this, but she was still hopeful that he would notice her. Olivia looked at her and raised an eyebrow. ‘Have you made many friends here? Not me, of course. Are you friends with Camille?’ Kiara nodded. ‘I like to think so,’ she answered politely. Camille smiled at her. She and Kiara could play nice, they weren’t naturally bitchy, unlike Olivia and Madeleine.  ‘And Drake?’ Olivia continued. Kiara blushed again, this time a deeper shade. Drake looked at her over his glass of champagne. ‘Drake has been very nice too,’ she replied. ‘Though I haven’t got to know him much.’ ‘I’m sure you’d like to change that,’ Madeleine said dryly. Kiara paled. So Madeleine also knew about her crush. Perfect. Drake cast her a warm smile. ‘We can be friends if you want, Kiara.’ He had meant it to be a nice gesture, to help her feel more at ease, but Kiara looked down at the table, her heart sinking. Camille winced. Men could be so dense sometimes. 

When the chicken had been served,  thinly veiled insults continued to be tossed around the table.  Madeleine now decided to turn her attention to Hana. She commented that Hana’s beautiful dress was last season and therefore, unwearable. She asked if Hana was used to such a tough competition given that she was always ‘so sickeningly nice.’ Hana had looked down at her lap, trying her best to stop tears from forming. Camille discreetly took hold of Hana’s hand under the table and give it a little squeeze. ‘Camille, I want to leave,’ Hana whispered when everyone else was now talking about the next social event. Camille shook her head. ‘You can’t, Hana. Liam’s invited you to dinner. Besides, if you leave now, it’ll just give Madeleine more ammunition.’ Hana groaned and pushed her plate away. She was no longer hungry. The conversation moved onto families and naturally, Drake stayed quiet. He helped himself to more champagne, wishing it was whiskey. ‘Camille, tell us about your family,’ Madeleine said, giving her a smile.  ‘There’s nothing to tell,’ Camille replied, giving her a smile back. It hurt to do it.  ‘Really? Just because I did some research and it seems like you have quite the interesting background...’ Kiara frowned. ‘Interesting background?’ ‘It’s nothing,’ Camille said quickly and Madeline sat back, looking triumphant. She had found a sore spot, finally.

‘I mean, your parents died when you were younger, right? Was it to alcohol? Or to drugs? Either way, so tragic.’ Hana’s cutlery clattered to her plate. ‘Madeleine, how dare you!’ Liam cleared his throat. ‘Madeleine, that’s enough.’ ‘What? It’s what I heard!’ Madeleine said, her eyes wide. Camille stared at her plate, her chest rising quickly. Do not give her the satisfaction, she told herself.  Maxwell stood up. ‘Let’s play Charades!’ ‘Dinner’s not finished yet,’ Madeline said. ‘So yes, very tragic. You’re an orphan. Taken in by your grandmother, I heard. But she passed away a few years ago so you really are all alone in the world. Poor Camille-’ ‘Madeleine, shut the fuck up right now,’ Drake ground out. He was clenching Camille’s hand under the table, stroking her fingers, trying to calm her down. He was the only one who knew about Camille’s parents who both died when she was five. He knew that five year old Camille had walked into her parent’s room and found both of them lying on the bed, syringes stuck in their veins, their skin blue and veiny. They were still. She had told him the story after a few too many whiskeys and in between her hiccups and tears, she admitted that she wished she had been there to stop them.  Camille jumped up from the table and stormed out of the room. ‘It was just an observation,’ Madeline said innocently. Olivia turned to look at her, a look of disgust etched on her face. ‘That was too far, Madeline,’ she said. ‘I thought you at least had one shred of decency.’  Drake excused himself from the table to find Camille. He looked at Liam, who nodded. 

Drake found her in the Study. She was sat on the edge of the desk, shaking and tears rolling down her cheeks. Drake rushed forward and scooped her up into his arms. ‘It’s okay,’ he murmured. He kissed the top of her head firmly. She felt so small in his arms. Her hands clung onto his lapels as she shook.  ‘I feel so embarrassed,’ she whispered. ‘Nobody knows about my parents. Not even Hana or Maxwell. Only you. I hoped it would be a secret. How did she even find that out?’‘ ‘She has her ways,’ Drake said bitterly. He looked down into her eyes which were now red rimmed. ‘Are you alright? You say the word and we’ll leave. I’ll take you away from this.’ She shook her head. ‘I wish... Liam invited us, it would be rude to leave-’ ‘Camille, I think he would understand! She has bullied you relentlessly.’ ‘She would win if I left,’ Camille replied. Her eyes flashed. ‘I’m not going to give her the satisfaction.’ Drake sighed.  ‘Thank you for the suggestion, though,’ she said, smiling weakly. ‘I’d love it if you could take me away from all of this.’ Drake stroked her cheek and kept her gaze. ‘I always want to take you away.’ Her lips met his and he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her in closer. He felt her heart pounding against his chest and to his alarm, a tear fall down her cheek. He pulled away and studied her. ‘Camille?’ She laughed bitterly. ‘I’m this close to asking you to take me away from Cordonia, take me back to New York, away from all of this shit and we can just be together, like this, all the time. Can we do that, Drake?’ Drake ran his hands down her arms. ‘If I said yes, will you let me kiss you again?’ She nodded. ‘Then yes,’ he answered. 

Camille threw her arms around him. The kiss was deeper, more desperate, more needy. His tongue explored her mouth and she breathed heavily, gasping as his hands ran over her body. ‘I need this...’ she murmured. Camille wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his hardness against her. ‘I need you,’ she continued.  ‘You have me,’ he whispered.  Her hands made their way to his belt buckle and she unclasped it. Drake kissed her neck and his lips roamed down her collarbone down to her cleavage. ‘Oh, Drake...’ Camille groaned. ‘Oh my!’ a shrill voice interrupted. Drake and Camille jumped and pulled away from each other. Their eyes were both wild. They saw Madeleine standing at the door, smirking. Drake cleared his throat and gently moved to let Camille off the desk. ‘Well, this is unexpected but I suppose not a surprise - the commoners united. I was right.’ 

Camille smoothed her hair and straightened her shoulders. ‘Shut up, Madeleline,’ she said. Drake quickly fastened his belt buckle. Madeleline gave a hollow laugh. ‘So typical. Wait till I tell Liam that his best friend is trying to steal his favourite suitor. What a laugh that will be!’ She turned to leave the room but Drake grabbed her arm. ‘If you do that, I will make you regret the day you were born.’ She cast his hand off her arm, shooting him a look of fury. ‘How dare you threaten me!’ Camille stepped close to her. ‘You’ve threatened me many times, Madeleine. Now you can have your fun and tell Liam. Go ahead. I would love to leave this competition. But something tells me you won’t.’ Madeleline raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh really? How come?’ Camille gave her a little smirk. ‘If you tell Liam, I will tell Hana how much you want her.’ Madeleine’s eyes widened. ‘What? That is absurd-’ Camille held up a hand and silenced her. Drake smirked. God, he loved powerful Montespan.  ‘I see the way you look at her when you think nobody is watching. You bully her like a small boy bullies his crush in the playground - if Hana had pigtails, you would be pulling them and pushing her down by now. I haven’t said anything and Hana is oblivious, but just know that I know how you feel. Drake and I are not the only ones with secrets.’ Madeleine reddened. ‘How dare you-’ ‘So, go ahead and tell Liam. But I will tell Hana and you will have a lot of explaining to do.’ Madeleine stared at her. Camille gave her a wink. She knew when she had won. ‘So, back to dinner?’ Camille suggested. Drake stepped forward and crooked his arm. She gladly took it and shot Madeleine a grin. ‘See you at the table!’

#trr #the royal romance #fanfiction #drake walker x mc #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #olivia nevrakis

[asktemmie-frisk]

The Hermit Couple (Lost and Found Arc)

As Chara and Frisk ran away, they left everything and everybody they loved behind. All they wanted was to be alone, and this what it took? It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right, but it was required if they truly wanted to be alone.

As they made their way to a wooded area near their homeland, Chara and Frisk stopped at a creek to catch their breath.

"Wow. Never thought I could run for 2 hours straight and only get a little winded." Chara said, thoroughly impressed by her body.

"What do you mean a little? All I needed was a deep breath and a little water." Frisk retorted.

"Lucky. Then again, of course you don't need much. You're a temmie. You can expand your body parts as you see fit."

"Yeah. It is pretty cool, especially since I can use my natural assets to fly."

"Okay, you can stop showing off now. We'll need to get something to eat and drink. Got any ideas for food?"

Frisk just shrugged before bowing his head to drink some water.

"Dude. Really? Why are you drinking like that?"

"Fuck you, Chara. At least I don't have to lap it up."

"The way you're drinking the stream water isn't much different. And plus...you know what? Forget it. I need some water."

Chara cupped her hands, dipped them in the stream, and drank up. She did this multiple times until she wasn't thirsty anymore.

"There. Now was that really so hard?" Frisk asked after he quenched his thirst.

"Yes, but it wasn't as hard as you."

Frisk let out an embarrassed yelp.

"How'd you know?"

"Maybe don't watch my ass while I bend over and get some water. Like this."

Chara crawled over and got another cup of water from her hands. Frisk was watching her figure as she was bent over the stream, focusing on her curves. His eyes turned violet, and he licked his lips. Chara initally pretended she didn't notice, but she caught a glimpse after she finished drinking.

"Gotcha! I knew it, perv!"

Frisk got more embarrassed, but he didn't mind at all. Chara noticed his eye color again this time.

"Interesting. Purple means embarrassment or lust, eh?" She teased.

Frisk sat back, supporting himself with his arms, while Chara crawled to him, ending up on top of him.

"Look at you, Frisk. You look so hungry. I bet you'd like to eat something...moist."

Chara was flirting with him, trying to see if he would retaliate.

"You don't look very full yourself, Chara." He rebutted.

"I think you should eat more...meat. Maybe you like hotdogs?"

"Yeah. But the ones the comedian does isn't big enough for me. I like my hot dogs...extra long. Extra long, and extra thick. Like yours."

Frisk and Chara kissed passionately, rolling around until they fell into the water. They separated the second they entered. As they tried to hold their breath, they ran out of air and tried to keep themselves from breathing in the water. They failed, but oddly enough, nothing happened. They were breathing perfectly fine, even though in a logical manner of speaking, they should be drowning.

As they wondered why this was happening, the current swept them to a large pond. It had some various sizes of fish.

"Whoa. This is perfect." Frisk said, ready to chow down.

"Chara, look. There's...fish...we can eat?"

Frisk saw Chara again, only she sprouted tentacles.

"What? What are you looking...at?" Chara asked as she saw what happened to Frisk.

They were amazed. Their bodies adapted to being in water. Chara's body sprouted tentacles so she could move about in the water more easily, and Frisk's legs were replaced with a tail fin.

"Whoa. Frisk, are you a mermaid? How are you doing this?"

"I don't know!" Frisk replied, just as amazed once he looked down at himself.

"I guess maybe temmies are able to breathe underwater and swim naturally? Maybe that's why my kind were at Waterfall for so long."

"Yeah, but that doesn't explain why I'm like this. Maybe my father was amphibious or something? That could explain why I can breathe underwater, too."

"Holy shit. So that could only mean...you and I were born as amphibians. But why? Shouldn't we have gills or something?"

"I think our natural orifices double as gills. Our ears, our eyes, especially our mouths and noses, et cetera, et cetera. The point is we can breathe on land and in water, so we could live here forever if we wanted."

"Yeah. I guess we could. But do we want to? I mean, think about it. Do you think we were too drastic in doing this?"

"To be honest, yes. I just wanted to be left alone, and they wouldn't do that, so that's why you and I went this far, I think."

"I think we fucked up. I mean, sure, we could live here, but what would be the point? Our friends are probably worried sick by now."

Chara and Frisk hung their heads sadly for a moment. Then, the growling of their stomachs persuaded them to ignore their feeling for a moment while they caught some fish. They got at least 4 of a good 10 inches each to gulp down, and got back to the surface.

When they got back up, they noticed they were further downstream. They made it to the shoreline, and got back on land. They placed their fish in piles. Then, Chara tried to go and fetch some firewood, but Frisk stopped her for a second.

"Chara, wait." He said.

"If you're gonna get firewood, don't let it get wet."

"Sure. Don't worry." Chara said, going for the kindling.

After a few minutes, Frisk shook himself dry vigorously until his fur lost enough moisture to turn his legs back to normal. Suddenly, a bear showed up to him, and it wanted the fish. Frisk roared loudly and scared it off. Chara heard the noise and ran back with some dead leaves and twigs.

"Frisk, you cool?" She asked, setting her firewood down.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Some bear tried to steal our fish. Scared it off."

"Yikes. Remind me not to piss you off."

"Remember to not piss my mom off, either."

Chara chuckled as she got a setup for the fire. She found a few nearby rocks and aligned them to make a good spot for the flame. Then, Frisk set it all on fire. The flame burned brightly, and Chara took some of the fish she carried to shore and almost threw it in intil Frisk stopped her.

"Now what, Frisk?"

"Zap the fish. Or eat it straight. Whichever works for you."

"Frisk-"

"Chara, we didn't bring anything to help cook the fish with. It's either that, or risk burning yourself trying to cook it like most people do."

Chara groaned and shocked the fish enough to cook it alive. She sent at least a kilowatt of energy through it for at least a minute. As she confirmed the fish was dead, she took a bite.

"Huh. Not bad. Frisk, ha-HEY! Don't eat it like that!"

Frisk chose to eat his fish raw, just like most animals did.

"Frisk, stop! You're gonna get sick!"

"Then why are you eating an undercooked fish?"

"Wait. My fish is undercooked?"

"Yeah. One minute doesn't cook it completely."

"That explains the still soft texture I'm getting. Ah, fuck it."

Chara went back to eating her undercooked fish. Why does this taste so good? It's not cooked enough, but I can't stop eating it, she thought. The texture of the meat, alongside the blood dripping down her throat, felt and tasted delicious. She was shocked at how she enjoyed it. As she swallowed the ichthyological amuse-bouche, she just glared at her fish. Then she looked at Frisk, noticing how he was eating his fish completely raw. She was astounded.

"Wow. This is amazing. Frisk, is this why you told me to eat it raw?"

"Well, that too. Also, my mom gave me raw fish once. She said my body has an extremely powerful immune system, alongside a perfect digestive tract. My enzymes are powerful enough to cook or destroy anything it touches with the exception of my own organs."

"Wait. You did this before, and you never got sick?"

"My mom let me eat raw meat all the time when I was younger. She said my body is so efficient, I can probably eat garbage and not get sick."

"Well, let's not go that far. However, this fish, I must admit, is good as it is right now."

Chara and Frisk finished eating their fish, and went out to explore the area underwater. Their bodies invited the adaptations it made when Frisk and Chara remained submerged for the first time. They looked around, trying to see what wonders the world of water had in store for them. Although they didn't see much, they did notice a small alcove hidden by the wayer level. Frisk decided to go inside. He couldn't see very well initially because of how dark it was, but then he started seeing what appeared to be the cave, but in visible purple.

"Huh. Well, I certainly didn't expect to see this. Shame there's nothing interesting."

Frisk swam out of the cave. When he got back out, he saw a creature behind Chara, ready to swallow her.

"Chara, behind you!"

Chara looked back to see a alligator next to her. She struck it before anything else could happen. The alligator tried to swim back to Chara in order to eat her whole, but it stopped swimming and died as it got close.

"That's...disturbing." Chara said, swimming back to Frisk.

"Did you just poison that thing?"

"I think so. It just stopped moving. I mean, look around. All the other fish are fine, but this alligator isn't? It's either dead or asleep at this point."

"I don't know how you did that, but it's fucking creepy as shit, babe."

"I know, right? I was just trying to shoo it away."

"I saw you punch it."

"Whatever. Let's get back to land."

After they made their way ashore, they sat by the fire to dry their clothes. Chara used her telekenetic power to wring hers dry; Frisk simply shook himself hard enough to force the water out. He was still a little wet, but nothing a campfire couldn't help with.

After it got dark, they looked around for something to reside in for the time being. They found a cave, but it had a bear inside. Frisk didn't feel like dealing with another bear, so they left the cave alone. After searching for a bit, they found a fallen tree that was hollow. As they looked inside, nothing was present.

"Alright. It's not super comfy, but it'll have to do." Chara said, climbing inside the dead log.

Frisk climbed inside the other end, and he faced his legs to Chara's.

Meanwhile, Sans and everyone else began looking for Frisk and Chara, desperate to get them back. They called out to them, but no one heard them. They tried to get someone to help them look for them, but nobody lived in this wooded area, so their calls for help weren't even considered to exist.

"My goodness. This forest is deserted." Gaster said, admittedly scared.

"Y-y-yeah! It's not exactly w-welcoming, either." Agreed Alphys.

"Well, we cannot just stop looking; my daughter and her boyfriend are out here somewhere. I can feel it." Toriel asserted, believing completely that they were getting closer to finding Chara and Frisk.

The search dragged onward until midnight. Sans and Gaster were starting to lose hope that they would find them.

"Tori, it's midnight. Ya sure they're out here right now? Alive hopefully?" Sans said, feeling less determined than before.

"Hey! Don't talk like that! My wimpy loser and his punk girlfriend are out here! I know it!" Undyne shouted, drawing unneeded attention of wildlife.

"Hey, stop being so loud; the animals are sleeping!" Asriel whisper-yelled.

"Wait! Everybody stop!" Asgore said, detecting a small hint of a familar scent.

"Does anybody smell that?"

Everyone took a deep breath.

"Brother. Sans, our brother is here! I can smell him!" Papyrus happily whispered.

"Good! Good. I got worried. Thought I wasn't goona see him again. But I'm cool now. Kinda."

"Yes, well now that we know Frisk and Chara are around, that means they're not much further away, so all we have to do...is follow their scent!"

Everyone took notice of the smell of butterscotch and chocolate permeating the air. If the scent dwindled, or dissipated completely, they went back to the stronger hints of it. They continued to follow the territorial smell through the forest.

About ten minutes later, they followed the acent until it reached a potency level invasive enough to arouse some of them. The boss monsters started sweating a little, getting hot and bothered. Undyne and Alphys locked their arms together, making flirtatious gestures at each other. The scent had absolutely no effect on the skeletons, however.

"My, my. Smells like butterscotch and chocolate." Toriel said, feeling the effects of the scent as she sat down on a log.

"Yeah. Looking pretty good right about now." Asgore said, breathing in and out doggedly.

"We know what it smell like, Tori." Sans said, feeling annoyed by how thick and scent became.

"Know anything else it might smell like?"

"...And virility."

Sans and Papyrus made a disgusted expression towards the boss monster.

"REALLY?! Ya get the smell of butterscotch and chocolate in ya lungs, and that's all you think it is?!"

Suddenly, the log moved from both ends. Toriel got knocked over, much to her dismay and Asriel's, albeit minor, amusement.

"Wow. Can't believe tha-"

Asriel got hit harder by the scent of butterscotch and chocolate.

"Yikes! That is unusually strong! What the...fuck...caused that. DAMMIT! THAT WAS THEM!"

Asriel realized Frisk and Chara knocked Toriel over by accident, and they tried to sprint to get away. Sans, however, blasted them into two of the trees, which caused both of them to shout in pain.

"HURRY ASRIEL! CAST THAT BARRIER SPELL FOR FRISK AND CHARA! NOW!"

Asriel immediately did as Sans said, trapping the two for a short time. Frisk tried his hardest to claw his way out, but because he didn't have enough soul energy, he lacked the power to do it. Chara didn't bother putting up a fight, for she knew there would be no point.

For the next two hours, Frisk kept clawing at the barrier, trying to wait it out as he thought Asriel would make the spell dissipate. Finally, everyone had enough.

"Frisk, will you stop it, please?" Asriel asked, still keeping that barrier in good standing.

Frisk refused to pay any attention to the boss monster, firmly believing if he kept trying, the barrier would break on its own. Chara got fed up.

"Don't you get it, Frisk?! They win! They trapped us!" Chara said, having had enough of watching Frisk try to free them both.

"Time to give up now."

Frisk stopped clawing at the barrier, realizing Chara was right. They were captured, and they were at the mercy of those they ran away from.

#undertale #frisk (undertale) #chara (undertale) #asriel dreemurr #monster #human #hybrid #temmie #asgore dreemurr #sans #toriel #alphys #papyrus #undyne #boss monster #temmie-frisk #w.d. gaster #sorry for the long post #i'm trying to tell a story here #lost and found arc

[jumpingjackets]

essence of being (hercules mulligan x mermaid!reader)

Request:

silveryink said:Hi!! I really love your blog and your imagines!! If it's not too much trouble can I request a fix like the one you did with T.Jeffs and the mermaid!reader but with Herc? Mah boi needs more loving and I'm living for the mermaid!reader at the moment! Thank you!! Stay awesome! 😍

Word Count: 1966

a/n: I agree, my son needs more love and appreciation, I hope you enjoy! (also you’re the sweetest) (also also I tried to make it as different as I could but some parts are similar to the Jefferson one because I am a cliché-loving mess)

Standing there, facing the vast and endless ocean, your mind was a quiet blank. The overwhelming desire bubbling up in your chest was so overpowering, it took the strength of a thousand men to keep you grounded in the spot, unmoving, giant.

You remembered the day as clear as glass. The day you were given your legs was something you weren’t going to soon forget. Your hand instinctively reached for the pendant in your necklace, the soft shell smooth to the touch. You thumbed the shining stone in the middle, bright with the essence of your being so close to the water. The gentle glow light up your face a dash of blue, your lips forming a smile. You thought about taking it off and setting it somewhere for safekeeping, while you were in the water, so you did. Quietly, you walked back to where you had woken up just an hour earlier, and placed the necklace close by. In a defeated silence, you walked back to the spot where you were dreading your release.

It was a strange feeling, being here again. The life you used to have, so close, just a few inches away, but you still felt tethered to this life, to this world. A life of extravagant music, cultures so unlike one another, enough food to make you feel sick, love.

His face immediately popped into your head. His soft smile and soft skin and soft lips and soft eyes. Your knees went weak at the thought of him. The happy environment in your mind was quickly darkened by the thought of losing him, of watching him from afar like you had been doing so many years ago. The skin where he touched you last felt numb now, and you had to place your hand over your waist to remind you that, no, you won’t lose him. He’s still here.

You don’t know why you agreed to stay a night in front of the ocean and expected to not feel like this. Having just gotten married and not having enough money for a proper honeymoon, with the excitement of a child, Hercules asked if you wanted to camp out on the beach for a few days. Thinking it would be romantic (and because you could never say no to a Hercules this happy), you agreed.

Neither of you having any outdoor experience, you spent about an hour and a half setting up the tent. Afterwards, Hercules made a small campfire. He even brought marshmallows and chocolate and some crackers. “S’mores”, he called them, and taught you how to make them. You had s’mores until you were on a sugar (and love) high. You laughed and sang and finally fell asleep in front of the campfire, snuggled up to Hercules’ side.

That’s something you suspected Hercules loved about you. Your childish and innocent ignorance gave him enough space to spoil you in humanity’s wonders, from s’mores to dancing to books to movies to just about anything that would satisfy curiosity for you and put a proud smile on him.

The waves had woken you up at the dead of night. The campfire was already out, and you were wrapped around a thick fleece blanket. The ocean was like a drug, calling your name in a sick, seductive way that had you walking in the haze of a drug addict.

And that’s where you found yourself now. Fighting the temptation to sink your body into the warm water and letting your humanity slip gracefully away. Every time you convinced yourself to start walking, you looked back to check that Hercules was still asleep, but seeing him in such a calm sleep, beautiful and vulnerable, it made you take a step back.

You looked out at the moon, so bright and pale in contrast to the night sky. The stars a litter of freckles, beautiful and enchanting. Your mind had gone quiet again, blank and unforgiving to the storm inside your chest.

What finally convinced you to enter the water, was the memory of your tail. As soon as you thought about your scales, shining in the moonlight in iridescent chrome, powerful and beautiful, you were already feeling the ocean water in your ankles.

The calm that came over your body was almost painful to experience. You didn’t think about anything but swimming, your hair pulled back by the sheer force of it. By the time the water was to your waist, you were smiling. When your feet couldn’t reach the sand below, your submerged your entire body in the water. It was a cathartic experience, swimming again after so long. All your muscles untensed out of a knot that you never realized was there.

When you broke out of the water, restless and hopeful, you caught a gleam from underneath you. It was your tail, purple and blue side fins, blue dorsal fin along with bluish purple scales. You leaned back, floating in the water, and stuck out your magnificent tail fin, blue, purple and even the slightest hint of yellow at the bottom. You were already in love, drunk in wanting, missing you. It felt like every puzzle pieced that had been missing these last few years fixed themselves, allowing the picture of your life to be completed.

You felt like a new person, rejuvenated in the small wonder of the water surrounding you. You broke out in gleeful laughter, running your hands over your scales, the feeling waking up your senses. You sunk down to the ocean floor and swam back up, muscle memory taking its rightful place.

It was like nothing else, being able to swim confidently again. You swam and splashed and jumped (all in a safe distance from the camp site) until you were tired and happy and full.

You swam slowly to a nearby rock to rest, being too exhausted to care about how cliché it was. The moon was still up, still pale and huge, making a beautiful reflection in the water as it was starting to descend. Your tail fin remained in the water, moving to the current of the shore. Laying back, you had a smile on your face that hadn’t been present in a long time.

The moon was just beginning to hide when you heard footsteps behind you. Before you could process anything, Hercules was already in the water, just a few steps from the resting rock. You knew he had seen you because he had stopped mid step, his face having an unrecognizable expression. You sat up, looking down at your tail pathetically.

Taking a deep breath and looking back up, Hercules had tilted his head. His mouth was moving, desperately trying to grasp onto any words, and his eyebrows furrowed in thought. He looked from your tail back up to you in a plea for you to speak first.

“Hi, Herc.” You said, nervous smile plastering your face, desperate to break the terrifying silence.

Hercules laughed, a nervous but big chuckle. “Uh, hey babe.”

You took in another breath, looking straight into his eyes. You crossed your hands over your lap, and stared down at them. You could already feel this perfect world breaking, slipping away from your fingers forever.

You heard movement close to you, and looking up, you noticed that Hercules had moved in front of you, his eyes glued to the blue and purple tail that had replaced the legs he knew. He seemed at awe, how their glow changed from blue to purple to blue again under the moonlight.

“You probably think I’m a freak.” You said, which seemed to have startled him. He closed the distance between the two of you, a fire burning behind his eyes.

“Absolutely not. I just,” He struggled with his words again, stammering between his breaths, “my eyes won’t register this as a reality. Is that thing real?” He asked, pointing at your tail. The question had you bubbling out laughter.

“Yes, my love. It’s real. Here.” You said, grabbing his hand. You lead his hand over your tail (where your thigh would be) and lead it down to the end of a side fin. His touch seemed so shy, it made your heart flutter.

“Uh, yep. Yeah.” He said, amazed, hand still lingering by the fins at the side. “It’s real.”

“Are you okay? Do you hate me?” you asked, your hands sliding up his hand to wrap around his forearms gently.

“I could never hate you, and certainly not now.” He said with such brutal honesty that it washed away any doubts you had.

“Sit with me.” You said, pulling him softly to the spot beside you. You were quiet for a while, staring at the seemingly unmoving moon.

“You have a mermaid tail.” Hercules said after a while. You looked up at him from where your head was resting in his arm. His eyes were looking down at yours with unmeasurable curiosity.

“I do.” You said simply.

“You’re a mermaid.”

“Yes.”

He looked back at the moon, laughter erupting from the back of his throat.

“That’s amazing. Wow. This explains so much.” The tone of his voice was so light and happy that it made you smile.

“I’m relieved that you think so.” You said, kissing his bicep.

“Wow. Okay.” He took a deep breath. “It must have been hard, keeping this secret.”

Your shifted in place, leaning more into him.

“It was hard at first, since I’m not the best of liars, but I learned to live with it.” You said truthfully.

“How did it happen, though?” He asked. His hand was running up and down your arm comfortingly. “How did you turn human?”

“Through some spell from a magic woman back home. She gave me a necklace that held all my essence, what makes me different from humans.” You said, kissing Hercules’ hand. “She was like a witch, but the good kind.”

Hercules nodded, his hands carefully running along your tail again.

“Why did you want to?” He asked. You took a deep breath.

“I lived a pathetic life in the sea. The environment was so beautiful, that I will never deny, but I wasn’t happy. I lived every day staring out of the docks, out to sailors working, people dancing, women walking with their kids. I grew addicted to human life, enough that I made huge sacrifices to be here.” You said, quickly and quietly.

“Sacrifices?” He asked, also in a quiet voice. You simply nodded, but he must’ve sense the sadness.

“We don’t need to talk about that.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you.” You whispered, and both fell in another moment of silence.

“Is Y/N your real name? Because that just seems too human now.” He said suddenly, which gave you a fit of giggles.

“Eidothea. I never liked it, though. Always wanted something simpler and less mythological” You said, still smiling. You felt so much better, with how calm Hercules’ reaction has been.

“I like the sound of it. Eidothea Mulligan.” Hercules said, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and he kissed your forehead.

“I like that, too.”

“Do you miss it?” He asked. From his voice and the way he was looking at you, you could tell that he wouldn’t be offended with any answer you gave him.

“I only miss the scenery and my tail. It’s never enough to want me to leave this life behind, my humanity.” You answered him, looking straight into his eyes. “It will never be enough for me to leave you.”

Hercules stared back into your eyes, full of adoration.

“I love you, Y/N. Both the mermaid you and the human you.” Hercules said, smiling like he was the luckiest man in the world, because that’s what he felt like.

#hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton an american musical #hamilton imagines #Hercules Mulligan #hercules x reader #hercules mulligan x reader #hercules mulligan imagine #mermaid reader #Okieriete Onaodowan #request #requests are open #requests are welcome #hamiltrash #hamilton trash #hamtrash #mermaid

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

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Angst:

1.“You’re not doing it again?  You promised you wouldn’t do it anymore.”

2.“I’m sorry…I-I…I just don’t love you anymore.”

3.“The world taught me to hate myself…and for a while, with you, I was learning to love myself…then you up and left and I realized I’m more fucked up than I thought.”

4.“You love me? How do you say you love someone and then leave them?”

5. “-are those scars?”

6.“Why do you always flinch when I go to touch you?”

7.“Are you okay? Did he touch you again?”

8.“Someone give me an Oscar or something….I’ve been pretending to be fine for the last three years…”

9.“I say I’m okay…but I’m not, I don’t think I’ll ever really be okay again.”

10.“You’re drinking again…”

11.“You’re disgusting! Leave, I never want to see you again.”

12.“I loved you. Loved, being the key word there.”

13.“Am I okay? Yeah, I’m fine…just…just a little tired.”

14.“I’m scared one day you’ll look in the mirror and notice how amazing you are and how way out of my league you are and you’ll leave me.”

15.“Wake up…Please wake up!”

16.“No! Don’t go, when you leave all the bad memories come flooding back.”

17.“I really thought you could save me….ha the joke was on me.”

18.“Squeeze my hand…no, no, no, stay with me, squeeze my hand.”

19.“I let you in, I shared my deepest secrets with you, told you everything you wanted to know, I trusted you and you, you went and told them everything!”

20.“Wait! I didn’t mean that, please come back.”

21.“I know you love me…I don’t know why, but I know you do and I can’t keep lying…I don’t love you, I don’t and I’m telling you this because keeping up this lie is only hurting you more.”

22.“I saw you….with her/him,”

23.“I’m here because I’ve been denying that I need help for awhile now and I’ve only gotten worse,”

24.“I’m tired of hiding, okay? I love you and I want the world to know.”

25.“Are you ashamed of me? Of course, you are…I’m fat and ugly and no one likes me…I’d be ashamed of me too.”

Fluff:

26.“I-I, I think I love you, I mean you make me feel funny inside and every time I hear your voice I smile, every time you giggle I feel my heart skip a beat…I just want to be around you all the time…is that weird?”

27.“You look really cute in that sweater, oh wait, is that my sweater? You look really cute in my sweater.”

28.“I’m not going to lie I live for the way you have to stand on your tip-toes to kiss me.”

29.“I missed you too! Oh, oh don’t cry…here, here, I got you.”

30.“Repeat after me: I am beautiful/handsome, I am strong, I am worthy, now I don’t just want you to repeat it, I want you to believe it.”

31.“Why didn’t you just tell me? I’ve liked you for the longest time…you have no idea.”

32.“I-I’m sorry, it’s just when you’re talking about something you’re super passionate about you get this big smile on your face, and the area around your eyes crinkle and you start to jump in your seat a little…sorry, it’s just something I noticed…go on.”

33.“You took care of me when I was sick…so would you quit your blubbering and tell me which soup you want?”

34.“It’s ten after seven, we’re late anyway, let’s just stay here and cuddle…please?”

35.“You know they call us tall and small right? Like ordering a coffee or something…”

36.“Honestly? I think it fits!”

37.“It’s three in the morning…you can go to sleep now…”

38.“Are you still mad at me? Come on you can’t still be mad at me! I’ll make your favorite food….run you a hot nice bath…oh, I know what’ll get you…I’ll give you a booty massage!”

39.“Food won’t fix everything…but-but it’s a start.”

40.“I’m sorry I ate your cookie, yes, I know you are on your period…Y/N, please just unlock the door!”

41.“Not to offend you or anything but I’ve had the hugest crush on you for the last two years and I’ve been trying to tell you for the last year…are you ever going to notice?”

42.“I was given one wish and I wished for you to love me…”

43.“Oh my god you are so greasy!”

44.“Dude, she’s got you so whipped! Have you ever noticed when she starts to talk you completely zone out, and get this goofy smile on your face?”

45.“Hold on, can you hold this?”

46.“Dude, this is your hand.”

47.“I went to go put on grab one of my sweaters from my closet and noticed they were all gone…Y/N…why did you steal all my sweaters?”

48.“Please don’t make me give them back! They smell like you and sometimes at night when you don’t stay with me, I need them, please don’t take them!”

49.“Hi, nice to see you again, two weeks ago you fake kissed me to make your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend jealous in our local coffee shop and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how soft your lips were since.”

50. “I don’t want to hurt you, I would never hurt someone as beautiful as you…”

Pregnancy:

51. “I want to kick your little ass, my stomach’s so swollen, I can’t even reach my toes!”

52. “I am not letting you name my kid after a character in a video game!”

53.“I’m sorry did you just say twins?”

54.“Babe…babe wake up…yes, I know it’s two in the morning but I hungry and I go really go for some taco bell right about now…could you maybe go get me some? Thanks, you’re the best.”

55.“You’re awfully mood…oh my god, I’m sorry, please don’t kill me.”

56.“I’m waddling around on my swollen feet, carrying your child, and you want me to apologize to you because I’m ‘moody’?”

57. “You don’t understand if she doesn’t get those pickles she will kill me, and then she’ll kill you, so my best advice is to stop your fussing and hand over the pickles.”

58. “Come on, can the baby be a junior?”

59.“  What do you think it is? I think it’s a boy….god, I want it to be a boy.”

60.“You’ve been throwing up all morning, are you going to be okay?”

61. “It’s morning sickness you jackass…”

62.“I’ve noticed you’ve put on a few pounds and I’m only saying something because I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom trashcan…anything you want to tell me?”

63.“I don’t think the baby is going to like your dad jokes no matter how many you whisper against my stomach.”

64.“I took a pregnancy test and it was positive…but don’t worry! It’s not yours.”

65.“Yes, I’m crying. Do you want to know why? I dropped my strawberry sundae and I just got it!”

66.“You’re pregnant that’s the only explanation for the morning sickness, the weird cravings and the mood swings you’re having.”

67.“This is so embarrassing, I think I just peed myself a little from laughing so hard.”

68.“I had such a smooth pregnancy and now it’s here, I’m going into labor and I wish I never let you stick your penis inside of me, you little shit.”

69.“Y-you’re squeezing kind of hard…I-I think you just broke my hand.”

70.“I’m sorry I’m being so mean, it’s just the baby was kicking all night and I was tossing and turning, I’m honestly so exhausted.”

71.“This is awkward but I’m pregnant and one of you three is the father…”

72.“I’ve been through three name books and I think I finally found one I like…how about…”

73.“For the last time, I am not naming my baby, mini- (idol of choice)! Why? First of all, because it’s a girl! Second of all because if it were a boy, (another idol of choice) is a much better name.”

74.“Oh don’t you walk away from me, it takes two to make a baby.”

75.“You stupid little shit! I told you to wear a condom, a couple seconds, it would’ve taken nothing but a couple of fucking seconds to put on a damn condom and now I have to tell my parents that their good girl daughter is pregnant.”

Supernatural!Au:

76.“I wish you would stop running, I really don’t like to chase my food.”

77.“Would you stop screaming?”

78.“Fangs, blood, veins under the eyes any of this ringing any bells?”

79.“You’re sticking that knife in all the wrong places.”

80.“Oh-oh my god your eyes…they’re black.”

81.“So are the legends true? Do girl werewolves get sideburns too?”

82.“We’ve been dating for a year now and I think I want you to turn me…”

83.“It’s not all sunshine and rainbows…sometimes the hunters become the hunted.”

84.“Not going to lie, you’d make a beautiful siren…wouldn’t even have to use your voice…your looks would be enough.”

85.“That is not okay! Would you please stop making yourself look like me?”

86.“ I’m not hurting anyone, most of the people I eat are jackasses…they all have it coming.”

87.“You have a tail, a fucking tail!”

88.“That’s not fair, you can’t use your compulsion to get me to do what you want!”

89.“Don’t witches worship the devil?”

90.“I’m sorry did I hear you right? You said you’re the daughter of who? The Greek Goddess, Aphrodite?”

91.“I’m really trying to not freak out…but I invited you over to my pool party and your legs just turned into a tail…a tail with scales…oh my god, you’re a mermaid.”

92.“Why…thank you, I also think these shorts make my ass look nice…oh yeah…I can read minds.”

93.“Dude for the last time, if I’m not picking up my phone, I’m busy…stop fucking summoning me before I block you.”

94.“Yeah… I have wings and if I need to I can shrink in size, yeah I’m a fairy, yeah like Tinkerbell…no, do not call me cute! I am not cute.”

95.“I’m sorry, I do love you but you’re not human anymore…you’re not my Y/N or (Idol of choice), not anymore.”

96.“I hate to tell you this but your best friend is a ghost.”

97.“I make people fall in love, my little bow, and my little arrow, we are quite the pair.”

98.“I can turn it on and off, I usually keep it off, when I was twelve I touched my best friend and she dropped dead on site…an eye-opening experience.”

99.“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you…I’m your guardian angel.”

100.“Y-you, want to stroke my wings? I-I don’t think, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

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[dovechim]

jimin 77!! hope you're having a wonderful day ❣️

hi bb! i’m having a great day

ok so another anon a while back asked for a drabble and i was stuck as to how to write but this gave me inspiration! i hope you dont mind that i combined the two!! 

⇢ this is a drabble for my fic the ocean, please read that first if u havent :D

100 ways to say ily drabble game77: “Call me if you need anything.” + mermaid!jiminword count: 1.5k

“Chim,are you sure?” You’ve asked this question approximately a million times over,but the mock stern expression on his face doesn’t change. “You’ll be okayalone?”“Babe, it’s just your room, I’m sure I’ll be fine for a few hours,” Jimin rollshis eyes from his position still snuggled in your bed, with the covers pulledup to his chin and he looks so cuddly and soft that you can’t help but smile.

“Joywon’t be back today, and I left you some food in the fridge, you’ll remember toeat right?” You brush his light gray hair out of his eyes tenderly, feeling hisforehead for any signs of the fever that plagued him last night. These feversare pretty common and harmless, caused from a prolonged absence of the sea, andyou should be used to your boyfriend’s ailments by now. But it’s his stubbornnessthat worries you the most. You begged and pleaded for him to just spend a nightin the ocean so that he can get better, but stubborn as he is, he argues thathe can’t bring you along with him, and spending a day in your bed surrounded byyour scent is so much better.

Jimincloses his eyes at your touch, and mumbles an agreement.

“Imean it Chim. Call me if you need anything okay? I taught you how to use thephone the other day, do you remember?”

“Iremember,” he says obediently. 

Youpress a kiss to his cheek in response. “Get well soon baby. I’ll see you afterdance.”

Withone last glance at his sleeping form, you let yourself out of the room quietly.

*

Yourefuse to keep your phone on silent mode like you usually do for class in caseJimin calls and you don’t hear it, so luckily Seolhyun unnie isn’t here today.You can feel that your concentration isn’t at its best, your spins slightlyuncontrolled and off balance. For the first time ever, you start counting downthe minutes until class ends and you can hurry back to make sure Jimin isn’tburning up in his fever.

Youmake it through class without your phone ringing, although you’re not sure if it’sa cause for relief or worry considering how stubborn and unwilling Jimin iswhen it comes to asking for help. You hastily change out of your dance shoesinto flip flops when your phone rings, and your heart leaps into your mouth.But when you look at the display screen, it’s only Joy.

“Joy!Is everything okay at home?” Joy had told you that she was going off campus fora few days to settle some family matters and wouldn’t be back until next week,which was why you felt comfortable letting Jimin stay in your room to recoverfrom his fever this time.

“Babe,everything’s fine at home. Which is why I wanted to tell you… I came backearly.” There’s a note of hesitation in her voice, which is very unlikely ofher since she usually just blurts out whatever comes to mind most of the time.

“Oh,”you sling your tote over one shoulder and push open the door of the dancestudio. “Like back on campus…?”

“______,”her voice over the phone sounds muffled, and you frown in confusion, strugglingto hear her better. “It’s your boyfriend, he’s-”

Beforeshe can say anymore, your heart leaps straight into overdrive even as itplunges down into your stomach, and you almost drop your phone. It’s Jimin,your thoughts are filled with nothing but images of him passed out in yourroom, pale and sickly, too weak to reach for the phone, which is why all thistime you didn’t even receive a call if not for Joy. It’s all your fault, and youberate yourself for leaving him alone even when he’s sick like this.

Theshort distance from the dance studio to the dormitories seems even longer thanusual, and your hands are shaking so badly that you can barely find the rightkey, let alone unlock the door properly. After a few tries, you throw open thedoor and scan the room, but Jimin isn’t in your bed anymore. The covers arethrown aside, and the room is empty. Just as you’re about to break down intotears, you notice that the attached bathroom light is on, and the door is leftslightly open. 

Youpush open the door gingerly, bracing yourself for the worst. Jimin lying in apool of his own blood, Jimin gasping for air in a puddle of water-

“Hey!Why did you hang up so fast!” Joy is standing in front of the curtains that arehalf drawn to conceal the bathtub. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Jimin’sfigure lying in the tub of water, his arms braced on the sides of the tub andhis hair damp and the water level stopping just below his chest.

“Jimin,are you okay?” Your eyes dart back and forth between Jimin and Joy. “Whatsgoing on here?”

Joytakes in your harried expression, and by now she’s used to your bouts ofanxiety, so she places a calming hand on your shoulder. “_____, calm down,everything’s fine. It’s just, when I got back early to the dorms, I heardrunning water in the bathroom and I thought you forgot to turn it off. So Ientered the bathroom to switch it off and that’s when I see your boyfriend inthe tub… not naked but worse… half naked and with a freaking awesome mermaidtail.”

That’swhen your eyes stray down to beneath the water and land on his tail, whichtakes up most of the space in the bathtub such that the fanned tail restsagainst the opposite wall. The glimmering scales, damp with water droplets,give off an iridescent glow that illuminates the entire bathroom, and with thatyou catch Jimin’s eye.

Hecan’t maintain eye contact for longer than a few seconds, looking terriblyguilty, but also with more colour in his cheeks, you note with a sense ofrelief. That sense of relief is quickly followed by a fresh wave of anxiety, asyou race to come up with an explanation as to why your boyfriend is currentlyin a bathtub with a mermaid’s tail on his lower body.

“-so of course I had to call you! I didn’t realise it would freak you out thismuch, but I suppose if I had a boyfriend this good at cosplay, I’d want to keepit a secret too.” 

Wait,what? Cosplay?

BehindJoy, Jimin is raising his eyebrows dramatically. Go with it, he mouths.

“Ohuhm yeah! I thought you might find it weird or something, and like move outimmediately,” you laugh in what is hopefully a convincing way.

“Butit looks so real,” eyes wide, Joy canonly stare at Jimin’s tail. “Can I touch it?”

“Ofcourse,” Jimin looks like he’s basking in the attention, and places his handsbehind his head, flexing his abs while he’s at it. “I have one of the besttails back home.”

“Backhome? You mean there are others who do this too? Oh my god I have to meetthem!!” Joy brushes a finger over a few scales at the end of his tail, andJimin twitches a little at the contact. “You can feel that? Wow, what kind ofmaterial did you use to make this? I could surely do with a new leotard in thiscolour too, right ______?” You shoot a stern glare at Jimin in response. “Um, what he means is that… heand a couple of friends in Busan do this for fun… it’s not a big deal really.But you can’t tell anyone about this.”

“Ofcourse I won’t tell anyone! But are you kidding me? It’s a huge deal!” Still fascinated by the way the light reflects off thefin of his tail, Joy runs her fingers along his scales once more. “You have akiller lower body. I bet half the guys in our dance class would die to have onelike this.”

Jiminpositively glows at her compliment. A little miffed by how much he’s enjoyingthis attention, you clear your throat.

“Joy,I think Seolhyun unnie wanted to see you after you got back,” you open thebathroom door a little wider, ready to usher her out.

Atthe sound of her name, Joy straightens immediately, and you almost feel alittle bad for scaring her like this, but if not, she looks like she couldspend the rest of the day admiring Jimin’s tail among other parts of him, andlooking at your boyfriend half naked for a lot longer than you can tolerate.

“Remember,secret!!” You shout at her retreating back.

“Babe,you’re cute when you’re jealous,” Jimin reaches for the plug in the bathtub todrain the water, and reaches for a towel to dry off his chest. That stupid,muscled chest and toned abs of his.

“Shutup, before I make you into sushi.”

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